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agentmarymargaretskitz · 4 years

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The Secret Life of Schrodinger

Happy super belated birthday to @incendiaglacies. We have such epic AUs and you are literally Gideon and I am a terrible friend for taking so long on this. But I figured you would enjoy our favorite little kitty in the Roommates verse!

It’s been too long since I wrote for this verse. Enjoy our favorite kitty and his nicknames for everyone!

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Schrodinger purred happily in his sleep. He was currently dreaming about rain battering the windows of the apartment. His eyes widened as fish suddenly began to fall from the sky too. With a mew, Schrodinger began to paw at the window. They looked so tasty!

A loud blaring noise brought him out of his slumber before the blanket nearly shifted him onto the floor. Schrodinger protested, paws scrambling to hold on to anything as Mommy Prime reached out and grabbed her phone to stop the rude sound.

“Ugh,” she moaned, blinking her eyes open to see him hanging onto the blanket. “Aw, Schrodinger.”

Mommy Prime sat up and pulled him away from the treacherous ledge. Schrodinger meowed in thanks as she flopped down onto her pillow with him on her stomach. She mumbled something about wanting it to be the weekend. Schrodinger didn’t blame her. The weekend was the best time because all his mommies were home.

Soon, loud music started playing through the wall, signifying Playing Mommy was now awake. Mommy Prime groaned and pushed him down gently so she could get up. She and the other three mommies had to get ready for their jobs. He had come to notice an awful lot of work went into being a human. Being a cat was much easier.

At least it was easier now. A few days after he’d opened his eyes, he’d been put in a cardboard box with his other siblings. One by one, they had all been taken except for him. Then one rainy day, Mommy Prime had found him with Playing Mommy. That’s why she was Mommy Prime. She had found him first. The other three were mommies with names of what they did best with him.

As Mommy Prime kept getting ready for her day, Schrodinger slipped out of the room and padded towards the kitchen. Playing Mommy was making her way to the bathroom and stop to scratch him behind the ears. He circled her legs once before dashing into the kitchen where Cuddle Mommy was waiting by the coffee pot. When she saw him, a smile lit up her face.

“Morning, Schrodinger,” she cooed, picking him up. “How are you?”

He mewed that he was good and a little hungry as she stroked his fur and scratched his ears. When she hit the tickle spot, he wiggled a little and purred loudly. All his mommies gave him good cuddles, but Cuddle Mommy gave him the best ones.

Food Mommy stumbled into the kitchen, stretching out her arms and yawning. “Morning, Lily.”

“Morning, Gideon,” Cuddle Mommy smiled as she set Schrodinger down on the floor. “Coffee’s almost ready.”

“Yes,” Food Mommy sighed, bending down to the floor. “Did she feed you yet, Schrodinger?”

“I’ve been up ten minutes,” Cuddle Mommy groaned as a song started playing faintly. “Hang on, that’s my phone.”

He and Food Mommy watched as she ran back to her room, a small crash soon following. The cat winced a little.

“No sense in waiting,” Food Mommy shrugged as she went to go get his food.

Once she had given him breakfast, Food Mommy poured herself a cup of coffee and put a pan on the stove. She got an egg out of the fridge and moved over to her open laptop. Schrodinger eyed the stove, hoping that she’d remember it soon. More than once, she had started a fire and he’d been scooped up as they evacuated the building.

Just as the pan started to smell funny, Playing Mommy skidded into the kitchen. “Gideon!”

“Wha- oh,” Food Mommy’s face fell as Playing Mommy turned the stove down. “Whoops.”

“You can make toast and that’s it,” Mommy Prime lectured, now coming into the room. “Remember?”

“I’m going to sign up for a cooking class later,” Food Mommy pouted as she put the bread in. “I’ll make something without causing a fire or it tasting like soap and prove you all wrong.”

“Okay, Gideon.”

Cuddle Mommy reentered. “Is the coffee ready yet?”

“Yes, here you go, Lily.”

“Thanks, Cait,” Cuddle Mommy took a long sip from the mug Mommy Prime offered her. “Okay, now I’m a little more ready for the day.”

Playing Mommy took the egg from Food Mommy and cracked it in the pan. “Who was that on the phone?”

“Ray. He was asking if there was anything he needed to bring tonight.”

“Just what we told him,” Food Mommy answered. “Everyone has their stuff. All he needs to do is get here on time.”

Cuddle Mommy nodded and pulled out her phone to text him a reply. Schrodinger ate a bit of his breakfast as he watched them run around to get ready for work. Food Mommy had everything of hers in order. Playing Mommy nearly forgot her tablet before she left. Meanwhile, Cuddle Mommy and Mommy Prime were nearly late leaving for work when the former couldn’t find where her notes she’d made the previous night were. But eventually, they all made their way out of the apartment.

Now it was just him.

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For a few hours, Schrodinger basked in the morning sun. The windows in Cuddle Mommy’s room were the best for sunbathing before noon. When he didn’t feel like laying around, he found one of his toys and started chasing it through the apartment. Tiny Human had given it to him for Christmas, a very kind gesture. Schrodinger hoped he’d come by with Beardy Human and visit soon.

It was maybe noon when he decided to go and pay his friends a visit. There was a window in Mommy Prime’s room that was always cracked open on sunny days leading out to an old fire escape ladder. Schrodinger sauntered into her room, delighted to see it was open a bit. Jumping onto the ledge, he moved the window up enough so he could squeeze out onto the escape. As long as he got back before the mommies came home, he could go wherever he wanted on this side of the building.

He bounded up the steps up to the fire escape just above the one he’d come out on. Schrodinger leaped onto the garden box and started batting at the top of the open window. Inside, a tabby cat hanging over the sofa lifted her head. She yowled to the other cat in the apartment before bounding over to the window.

“Hey, Cleo,” he greeted as she settled on the table by the window.

“Schrodinger,” she purred. “How are things downstairs?”

“My mommies are good. How’s your human?”

“He had another bad date,” the other cat who lived there said as he padded up to the window. Apparently, his name was supposed to be a pun, but Schrodinger didn’t understand what was so funny about Ted Meowen.

Schrodinger pouted. “That’s sad. I hope he finds someone like my mommies did.”

“But none of your mommies are with anyone, are they?” reminded Cleo.

“They won’t say it, but I know they will be.”

Ted stretched out. “Well, hopefully our Gary finds one too. He’s a nice human.”

“Yeah, he’s always kind when he catches me up here.”

“Except you need to be careful of the window box,” Cleo warned him. “He still thinks it was one of us who stepped on the basil.”

“I said I was sorry!”

“Humans don’t speak cat,” Ted grumbled. “It’s such a flaw. All those languages they can learn and they don’t even bother with cat.”

For another hour or so, Schrodinger caught up with the two cats since he heard rain was coming the next day from Playing Mommy. He would not likely see them tomorrow since it would be the weekend, so now was the time to get into socializing. When he’d first moved here, he’d spent a week exploring the apartment before realizing there were other cats in the building! Cleo had been the one to venture out of her apartment and find him in his. Ever since then, they’d gone back and forth between their floors, talking about their humans and how hard it was to care for them.

Conversation wore out eventually between the three of them. Schrodinger bid Cleo and Ted farewell before scampering back down the stairs to his floor. As he landed on the metal, he noticed something on the stairs leading downward before he recognized it. His ears flattened against his head as he hissed at his nemesis.

“Go home, Fang!” he warned.

The other cat looked up at him. “Get off my stairs.”

“They’re not your stairs! They belong to everyone.”

“You better get off, nerd cat.”

Schrodinger laughed. “Or what?”

Fang snarled and started bounding up towards him. Realizing he was in trouble, Schrodinger made a beeline for the open window. With a mighty pounce, he sailed through the open space he’d crawled out of. He stood on his hindquarters and pushed the window back down with all his strength. Fang nearly lost his whiskers when it slammed shut in front of his face.

It wasn’t kind, but Schrodinger stuck his tongue out at Fang. His mothers set the example to be petty. He was just impressionable.

~~~

Family dinner night was tonight, which meant that his mommies and all their friends would be coming over for dinner. It also meant that Schrodinger would be subjected to watching all his mommies be in denial that they were in love with their friends. At times, it was agonizing. He would rather get into a fight with Fang sometimes. That was how painful it was to watch.

Cuddle Mommy got home first and Schrodinger made sure to greet her properly. She laughed as he circled around her legs while she tried to get off her shoes. Finally, she picked him up and brought him over to the couch for cuddles. Schrodinger nuzzled her cheek and listened to her babble away about how it felt good to be home, how she’d missed him, and how much there was to do that night.

Mommy Prime came shortly after her with Fun Human, the one who’d given him his name. They had needed to go back out to pick up something from his apartment, so they had dropped Cuddle Mommy off first apparently. There was still lots of cooking to do for that night, so Cuddle Mommy had to go and pitch in. Schrodinger was sad about that part, because it meant no more cuddles.

They were all working on getting ingredients together when Playing Mommy waltzed on in with Sneezy Human and Dog Person. When Sneezy Human started sneezing, Mommy Prime told him they had extra allergy medication just for this sort of thing and that Cuddle Mommy would be happy to help him find it. Before she could protest, the two were pushed off to the bathroom to get it. Schrodinger purred as he watched them to go. Maybe they’d finally get together tonight.

Beardy Human and Tiny Human came in a while later, the former bearing a tray of cupcakes. As soon as Tiny Human came in, Schrodinger bounded up onto the couch so the little one could see him. He squealed and ran towards him while Beardy Human reminded him to say hello to everyone else. Two more humans came in as the others started preparing the meal and Tiny Human played with him. He didn’t see Vet Lady and Coffee Human as often as he saw the other humans, but they usually came with the humans that were a couple.

“Sara and Leonard have their own plans?” Playing Mommy asked them as Schrodinger chased after a ball Tiny Human had thrown.

Coffee Human and Vet Human exchanged a look before the former answered. “Yeah, although we’re expecting Sara to come back with something special tonight.”

“No way!” Sneezy Human, who was a lot less sneezy now that he had dealt with his allergies. “She’s totally going to say yes, right?”

“Of course, they’ve been together for ages,” Cuddle Mommy scoffed as she picked up a pretzel. “That’ll be exciting.”

“Definitely,” agreed Vet Lady. “Anything new with you, Rip?”

“Uncle John’s coming!” Tiny Human piped up, having grown bored waiting for him to come back with the ball. “Right, Daddy?”

“Who’s coming?” inquired Food Mommy, who came in the apartment at that moment holding a stack of mail. Schrodinger took the chance to bound into the room to greet her and curl around her legs.

“An old friend of mine,” Beardy Human explained. “He’s thinking about moving into the city. Interesting guy. A bit of a magician. Although I might have to get out the swear jar for his visit.”

“But weren’t you telling me that Jonas’s first word was…”

“Yes, and I don’t know if I was the one responsible or John.”

Tiny Human frowned. “Daddy, what was my first word?”

Beardy Human’s cheeks reddened as he scratched the back of his neck. “One you weren’t supposed to know.”

“Like the ones you say sometimes and tell me not to repeat?”

Mommy Prime snorted into her glass of water. Dog Human was trying hard not to smile while Beardy Human nodded and put his hand over his face. Food Mommy patted his shoulder.

“Yes, Jonas, it was.”

Schrodinger wondered if it was the bad word Playing Mommy had screamed when the fire alarm woke her up a month ago. Then he remembered that he had left the ball behind when he’d gone to greet Food Mommy. So he went to go and get that so Tiny Human would play with him some more.

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Eventually, all the humans managed to get their dinner finished and sat down on the couches and chairs to eat. Schrodinger lay down next to Playing Mommy and Vet Lady, leaving now and then to eat from his own bowl. He half-listened to the conversations about the two missing humans and other human things. Playing Mommy began to give him scratches after finishing her meal.

Dog Person got up to go to the bathroom at the end of the meal. Playing Mommy left soon after because she needed to go find something from her room. Fun Human winked at Mommy Prime, who rolled her eyes. Schrodinger didn’t think anything of it.

Then he realized that Playing Mommy was taking a while. Schrodinger climbed to his paws, stretched out, and sauntered in the direction of her room. Her room was mostly tidy, but sometimes it did get a bit out of sorts. Perhaps his eyes would be better to find what she was looking for. Then she would be happy and probably give him more scratches.

“…hear us.”

His ears perked up. That was Playing Mommy’s voice coming from her room.

“We should go back soon. They’ll notice we’re gone.”

That was Dog Person’s voice. Why was he in Playing Mommy’s room though?

“Cisco and Ray are locked in a debate over science fiction, which will drag in Lily and Gideon and eventually Jonas,” Playing Mommy replied. “They won’t notice we’re gone, Oliver.”

“Mmm, you make a very persuasive argument.”

Schrodinger frowned. Why weren’t they with the rest of the group? What were they even doing in Playing Mommy’s room? Family dinner nights always meant everyone had to be together. Mommy Prime said so. Maybe they were bored of the living room? What if Playing Mommy and Dog Person wanted a change of scenery? That was why Schrodinger liked to leave the apartment.

Suddenly, there were strange noises coming from the room. Peeking in, Schrodinger saw them kissing.

Wait a second…he had heard the humans talk about Playing Mommy and Dog Person before. He’d wondered himself why they’re weren’t as coupley as the other humans who weren’t here. But now they were coupley! And Fun Human had recently told Mommy Prime that they should try and set them up. Now there was no need for that! But how could he tell them?

An idea came into his kitty brain. Scampering back to the living room where the humans were still locked in a debate on Star Wars and Star Trek, Schrodinger crept up to where everyone had left their shoes. He picked up one of Dog Person’s shoes in his mouth and began to run towards Playing Mommy’s room. The other humans shouted from behind him. Like he had hoped, they did follow after him all the way into Playing Mommy’s room.

“Schrodinger, come back with Oliver’s shoe!” Sneezy Human called out from behind the door.

The cat dropped the shoe in front of his mommy and Dog Person to make his presence known. Then he swiped at Dog Person’s leg as he kept kissing Playing Mommy when he didn’t get his attention.

“Hey!” Dog Person exclaimed, breaking the kiss.

“Oliver?” came Cuddle Mommy’s voice. “Wait a second…”

The door swung open to reveal the rest of the roommates and their friends. Playing Mommy removed her hands from Dog Person’s shoulders quickly.

Schrodinger sat back and watched things unfold.

Coffee Human blinked. “Felicity? Oliver?”

Playing Mommy blushed. “Uh, hi all.”

“You’re in your room,” stated Cuddle Mommy. “With Oliver. And you had your hands on him.”

“Did I? Well…ah…”

“Are you guys kissing again?” Tiny Human asked them.

“Again?” Fun Human’s eyes lit up. “Are you two finally together?”

They exchanged a look before Dog Person frowned at him. “What do you mean ‘finally’?”

“Well, you two have obviously had an attraction to each other for as long as we’ve known you, Oliver,” Food Mommy explained, as if it was simple. “We were just waiting for you two to wake up and realize it too.”

“And now you have!” Mommy Prime finished brightly. “It’s about time.”

Playing Mommy grinned. “This isn’t our first time getting together. We’ve been dating for a little while.”

Vet Lady raised an eyebrow. “How long is a little while?”

“More than a month.”

Fun Human whooped and turned to Mommy Prime. “I told you that there was something going on two weeks ago and we could give them a push! We could have found out sooner, Cait!”

Mommy Prime heaved a sigh. “Okay, yes, you were right, Cisco. But I’m not going to invade my roommate’s privacy.”

“So you two are together,” Sneezy Human put his hands over his heart. “That’s so sweet. And…sorry for barging in on you two.”

“Well, we do need to rejoin everyone at some point,” Dog Person shrugged, casting a look towards Schrodinger. “Guess it took the cat give us the nudge to get back…and tell you all about us.”

Schrodinger tilted his head smugly as Playing Mommy picked him up.

“You rascal,” she teased, giving him his well-deserved scratches. “Busting us like that. But I forgive you.”

She carried him out of her room with Dog Person and followed the others back to the living room when Coffee Human screeched.

“LOOK!” she squealed, turning around and waving her phone in front of them. “Sara said yes!”

“Leonard proposed?” Beardy Human gaped, getting a nod from Coffee Human. “Oh, they better come to me for a wedding cake.”

“Kendra, let me see!” Food Mommy pleaded. “I need to see it to believe it.”

Coffee Human passed the phone around, drawing out lots of excited noises from the humans.

“Aw, this makes me so happy for them,” Mommy Prime cooed. “I hope I find love like that one day too.”

“Same here,” Food Mommy nodded.

Schrodinger was pretty sure he was the only one who saw her glance at Beardy Human after saying this. He was also the only one to see Beardy Human glance at her after she had looked away.

~~~

Within two hours, the guests had left the apartment. Beardy Human and Tiny Human had been the last ones to leave. Schrodinger entertained the little boy while his father helped clean up from the dinner. After they left, his mommies began to get ready for bed. Schrodinger bounded onto the couch, tired from the long day. With a yawn, he settled down for the night.

He didn’t know how long he was asleep for before the footsteps woke him up. The cat climbed up onto the edge of the couch to see Food Mommy entering into the space of the living room and kitchen. She turned on the light and took a seat at the kitchen table for a moment, then opened a cupboard to retrieve a bar of chocolate. When she turned back towards him, Schrodinger saw that she looked sad and a little scared. That wasn’t right at all for her!

“Meow!” he cried out, hurrying over to curl up at her feet. Something had to be wrong with his mommy if she looked like this.

Food Mommy turned her head down to look at him. Alarm shot through the cat when he saw the tears running down her face. Heaving a sigh, she lifted him up in her arms and cuddled him close. Schrodinger let her bury her face in his fur and rubbed his neck against her hair. He didn’t like when any of his mommies were sad. They needed cuddles to not be so sad.

“Oh, Schrodinger,” Food Mommy yawned, lifting her head and setting him on her lap. “I’m glad you’re still awake.”

He mewed as she picked up an envelope and sheet of lined paper. “How do you tell your friends you finally found your father-”

That was hard for sure. Even if he could communicate with her, he wouldn’t know what to say.

“-and that he’s in prison?’

So this was a very human problem he could not solve. He would rather fight Fang.

#legends of tomorrow #the flash #arrow #roommates au #gideon #caitlin snow #felicity smoak #lily stein #schrodinger #cisco ramon #ray palmer #rip hunter #jonas hunter #oliver queen #olicity #incendiaglacies #happy belated birthday #i am sorry this took so freaking long #i probably owe you a raising jemma fic too

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riphuntertimemasterlegend · 5 years

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Happy birthday, @incendiaglacies! Enjoy your (very short) birthday fic!

#Rip Hunter #Gideon #TimeShip Week #TimeShip Week 2019 #fic #happy birthday incendiaglacies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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oasis-wasteland · 3 years

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Rip & Gideon | 'anything for another run with you'

Happy Birthday @incendiaglacies

#timeship #rip hunter #gideon #lot #dc lot #legends of tomorrow #oasis.vid

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yesmissbzzz · 3 years

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I made a something for Timeship Queen.

Is Gideon unhappy with the return of our Captain? Hummmm...

Happy Birthday @incendiaglacies !

#Legends of tomorrow #rip hunter #human gideon #Timeship

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misscrazyfangirl321 · 4 years

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Ten for Ten for Ten

Rules: Answer ten questions, come up with ten questions of your own, and tag ten people.

Thank you, @parkerseliot, for the tag!!!

If you could choose to have been born/celebrate your birthday in a different month, which month would you choose and why?

Actually, September is a pretty decent month: far enough away from Halloween/Thanksgiving/Christmas to not overlap with anything, during the school semester so I see people I know then... Yeah, I’m good with that. But I’d probably move it to later in the month, father away from the 11th. (Mine’s the 10th.)

2. If you could write a song for an artist/musician of your choice, with the guarantee they’d perform/record it, who would you write for?

Oh gosh. O.O I’m not much of a songwriter. But if I had a guarantee that it would go well, probably... Maddie Wilson.

3. Which pair of shoes that you currently own are your favorites? Why? Happy memories, comfort?

Probably my black combat boots. Just because they’re super comfortable, and they don’t really fit with my normal “image,” so I’ve gotten some fun comments about them.

4. Would you rather drink iced coffee in winter or hot coffee in the summer?

Not a big coffee drinker, unless it’s decaf (and even then, not so much lately), but cold drinks can totally be consumed at any time of the year.

5. You are released in to a thrift store with $20 bucks and 20 minutes to find something you like! What are you getting? The suspenders with mustaches on them? The glittery suit jacket with shoulder pads? A lamp that has faulty wiring but a Shakespeare quote printed on the lampshade?

*Cracks knuckles* Okay, this is my area of expertise. First stop? Books. If I only have 20 minutes, I won’t look closely, but I’ll at least do a cursory once-over. Second stop, DVDs. Again, no lingering, but if there’s a movie or series I’ve been wanting to watch, I’ll grab it. Finally, clothes. I’ll probably grab a long, flowing dress or skirt. If I still have any time or money left after this, I’ll stop in the stationary and grab a notebook or two.

6. What are your thoughts on marriage? Is it for you? Are you married? Do you plan to be?

Wow, this just went from light to deep in a heartbeat. This is a good question, though. I think marriage is a very good thing, and a very important step in relationships. I personally am not married, nor do I have a boyfriend. Is it for me? I don’t know. I’m not opposed, and if I get into a serious relationship, that’s where I want it to go. But I just don’t know if that’s what my future holds or not.

7. Okay, let’s get serious: Eating peanut butter straight from the jar. Yes or no?

Depends on if you live alone or not. If you do, go for it, but if other people are using the jar, then no.

8. You can only listen to one genre of music for a week. What is it?

I don’t even know what genre of music I listen to now. I’ll go with country, though. I can probably find something there to last me a week.

9. If you could change the blue of the Tumblr background to any color, what would you choose?

Probably purple. I like purple.

10. Which fictional tv show world would you like to live in for a day? Don’t worry, you won’t miss anything in the Real World and you can’t be killed (or maimed too badly) in the fictional one. Where will you be?

First of all, “or maimed too badly” is the best clarification ever.

Second, all things considered... Probably Eureka.

WAIT NO. MERLIN. Because if I CAN’T be killed, then I am going to do my absolute best to mess with Uther’s head. First with parlor tricks, then whatever. I’m going to do everything I can to convince him that I have magic. I’m going to cause as much chaos as possible. And if he tries to kill me, it won’t work. Which will only freak him out more..

My questions...

1. Which fictional character, if any, would you most want to marry?

2. If you could travel to visit anywhere in the known universe without danger, (no suffocating in outer space, no drowning under water, etc.) where would you go? One rule: It has to be a specific, known place. Not “as far into outer space as possible” or something.

3. What is your happiest memory?

4. If you could make a permanent crossover between any two shows, and it was guaranteed to be good, which shows would you choose?

5. The star(s) from the last movie you watched and the star(s) of the last TV show you watched are cast in a new movie together. (Actors, not characters.) What kind of movie is it? Tell me about it.

6. What’s a hobby that you have outside of Tumblr/fandom? (Sewing, singing, juggling tacos, etc.)

7. If you could make just one change to Tumblr, and the change was absolutely permanent, what would it be?

8. Your most recent OTP and your very first OTP meet. What happens? Do they get along? What do they talk about?

9. If you could have any kind of fictional creature as a pet EXCEPT a dragon or a unicorn, what would you pick?

10. What is your favorite article of clothing that you’re currently wearing? Is it a funky hat? A sparkly ring? A pair of boots?

Tagging @only-freakin-sunflowers @ambigiousgelpens @halfthealphabet @incendiaglacies @itspetitfantomestuff @crazytwist09 @supesofherown @electricbluebutterflies @e7y1 and @poorlymadesockpuppet, but only if you want!

#this was fun!#thanks for the tag!#caitlyn speaks #tag game #reese tag

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theadrogna · 5 years

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Flowers Bloom, Even Then

Rip should have known that nothing good could come of helping John Constantine to hunt down a vengeful ghost in feudal Japan. However he hadn't expected it to lead to a curse which revealed his love for Gideon with deadly flower petals.

Quite simply, Gideon was killing him because Rip had fallen for an AI who could never love him back.

Written for TimeShip Week 2019 - Trope Day

Happy Birthday @incendiaglacies!

#Timeship Week #RipFic #Rip Hunter #Gideon #Fanfic #hanahaki disease #Flowers Bloom Even Then

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goldheartofsteel · 5 years

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Happy birthday to one of my favorite people on the face of the Earth @incendiaglacies!

I enjoy and treasure your friendship more than you will ever know.

You make me laugh.

It’s so easy to talk to you about anything.

Fandom brought us together but out friendship transcends fandom and I think that’s wonderful.

You’re truly a beautiful person and I’m better for knowing you.

I hope your birthday is as fantastic as I think you are.

All the love,

Mikal

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#incendiaglacies #gifts #friends tag #myedits

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incendiaglacies · 6 years

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'Cause someone's out there, sending out flares (x)

Legends of S.H.I.E.L.D. by @agentmarymargaretskitz and @incendiaglacies

Happy Birthday @agentmarymargaretskitz!!!

#legends of tomorrow #legends of shield #rip hunter #zari tomaz #ray palmer #nate heywood #lily stein #gideon #aos au #agentmarymargaretskitz #incendia's edits #birthday edit

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personinthepalace · 2 years

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Timeship - Future Favorite

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Once upon a time, someone asked me to make a timeship video set to this song. Coincidentally, I became obsessed with the song yesterday haha. Happy birthday @incendiaglacies!!! Hope you had a great day!! 💜

#happy birthday incendiaglacies!#timeship #timeship video #gideon x rip #gideon #rip hunter #amy pemberton #arthur darvill #future favorite #legends of tomorrow #timeship parallels #edits in the palace #videos in the palace #apologies for the coloring I tried to get rid of the green but I think I made it worst??#also I wanted to add one more parallel of rip and gideon fixing the wire of the ship but I couldn’t find rip’s scene #I combed all through season 1 for like an hour or two haha #if anyone knows where that is please let me know!! it’s been bugging me haha #okay story time #I for some reason thought your birthday was on the 23rd #I was working on another video that I was hoping would be your bday present #and then yesterday I randomly remembered this song #and thought maybe I’ll start editing it and see which one I finish first #cut to this morning when someone pointed out it was shields’s and bry’s bday #making me realize that it was also your bday #so yeah had to finish this asap hahaha #hope you enjoy it :)#Youtube

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singledarkshade · 3 years

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Waiting For A Train

Summary: She sighed, “I missed my train and I’m trying to work out if there is another way to get to Coast City without waiting for the next direct train at one in the morning.” “Well, we close around midnight,” he told her, “But I don’t have anywhere to go so I can stay open a little later to ensure you have somewhere safe to wait.” Author’s Note: For the wonderful @incendiaglacies, whose stories started me writing Timeship and has become my dear friend who is always happy to discuss random story ideas. Happy Birthday, Hope you have a wonderful day. ********************************************* The bar was quiet with enough people coming through to keep him busy, but it meant that he didn’t miss her walk through the door. Petite with long luxurious chestnut hair, high cheekbones, and soft pink lips. She was wearing a pair of comfortable looking light blue jeans and a loose green t-shirt with a black jacket under an ankle-length black coat while dragging a small purple case.

Reaching the bar, she climbed onto the stool at the end tucking the case down at her feet. The moment she was settled he moved over to her.

“What can I get you?” he asked.

“Just a diet cola,” she replied softly, in a similar accent to his own which surprised him, “And to let me know when you close?”

Grabbing her drink, he placed it on the bar before replying, “We close around midnight.”

She frowned slightly before nodding and paying for her drink, “Thank you.”

Giving her quick nod, he headed to serve one of the regulars. When he finished, he glanced over and saw she had a frown on her face as she studied the train schedule.

“Can I help with something?” he asked.

She sighed, “I missed my train and I’m trying to work out if there is another way to get to Coast City without waiting for the next direct train at one in the morning.”

“Well, we close around midnight,” he told her, “But I don’t have anywhere to go so I can stay open a little later to ensure you have somewhere safe to wait.”

“I can’t impose,” she protested, “You’ll want to get home.”

“You’re not,” he offered, “And I already am. Michael Xavier,” he introduced himself, “I own this place and live upstairs.”

A small smile touched her lips, and she shook the hand he offered, “Gideon Hunter.”

Michael mused for a moment before asking, “Are you hungry?”

Gideon looked up at him and he was caught by her storm grey eyes, “A little. If you have any crisps that will be great.” “I’m not feeding you crisps,” Michael shook his head, “I serve food at the weekend, and I have the supplies I can make you something quick but filling. If you want me to.”

A smile touched her lips, “Like?”

“Steak and onion baguette,” he suggested.

“That sounds wonderful,” Gideon said, “It has been a while since lunch, and I planned to eat on the train.”

Michael nodded and moved to the fridge pulling out the ingredients that were sitting there. He had intended to make it for his lunch tomorrow, but he could pick something up in the morning. Quickly he cooked the steak, the onions and heated up the baguette before putting it together, adding his special steak sauce before presenting it on a plate for her.

“Enjoy,” Michael smiled.

Gideon let out a small groan when Michael took the empty plate from in front of her.

“That was amazing,” she told him, “I haven’t eaten much today, and it was just perfect.”

Dipping his head in a slight bow, he smiled, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Do you want anything else?”

“Just another diet cola,” Gideon told him, “Unless you’re hiding chocolate cake back there.”’

Michael laughed, “Maybe not chocolate cake but…” he ducked away and opened the freezer finding what he was looking for, returning to the bar Michael presented her with a small pot, “I have a frozen chocolate mousse.”

“Sold,” she laughed, her eyes lighting up as Michael handed her a spoon.

Heading to grab her drink, Michael glanced over and watched her take her first spoonful. Unable to tear his gaze from the way her eyes closed in bliss while her lips caressed the spoon, he shook himself trying to focus on what he was doing.

“So,” he said as he placed her fresh drink down, “Can I ask what the trip to Coast City is for?”

Gideon licked the spoon, “Just a business trip.” She rolled her eyes, “Which as you can see is going well so far.”

Michael chuckled.

When she lifted her drink, he caught the gold band on her left hand.

Disappointed he asked, “I take it your husband isn’t going with you.”

She held his gaze for a moment before looking at her ring and shrugging, “I’m not married.”

“Divorced and not used to taking it off at the moment?” he nodded understanding.

“Separated,” Gideon replied softly before adding, “It’s a little complicated. It does stop some men from hitting on me if I’m wearing it, although it doesn’t stop others.”

Michael grimaced, “I’ve thrown a few of those out of here in my time.”

“What about you?” Gideon asked suddenly, “You work here, you live here and you’re not wearing a ring. Is there someone special in your life?”

Shaking his head, Michael shrugged, “I’ve never been married and never met anyone I could see in that way. Maybe one day I’ll meet someone.”

“Then what brought you to Central City?” Gideon asked, “And,” she motioned around the room, “Here.”

Looking around his bar, Michael sighed, “I found my job was just…I felt bored and stuck in a rut. To be honest I had nothing tying me down and I was wandering the internet when I saw the bar for sale. I put in an offer, and it was accepted.”

“How long ago was that?” Gideon placed her elbow on the bar and rested her head on her hand.

“About six months ago now,” he smiled thoughtfully, “I don’t miss my old life, although on occasion I feel that I misplaced something in the move.”

“It’s impressive that you changed your life so drastically on an impulse,” Gideon nodded.

Michael shrugged, “What about you? What do you do?”

“I work with artificial intelligence and robotics,” Gideon told him.

“Sounds impressive,” Michael noted.

Gideon smiled, “It can get tedious sometimes, but my lab partner and I have been working on time travel in our spare time.”

“Seriously?”

“Well, we work on theories of how to do it, and how it would work,” Gideon laughed, “As well as ideas of whether we would use a car, a phone booth or a ship to travel in.”

Laughing Michael mused, “I would go with a ship probably.”

“I change my mind every few days,” Gideon chuckled, “I love the idea of a ship but how much fun would a car be?”

*********************************************

Michael finally found the cocktail shakers beneath the bar, wincing when he hit his head as he tried to stand. Gideon’s golden laughter surrounded him, and he rolled his eyes when he stood.

“Found them.” They had started talking about cocktails and it turned into him offering to show her how to make a few. Gideon had joined him behind the bar for her lesson, her case tucked away in the corner.

“Okay,” she caught one of the strainers from falling, “Are you sure you know how to do this?”

“Well, not many people have asked for a cocktail since I opened this place,” Michael told her.

“They might if your menu was in plain sight,” she teased, pointing to the board hidden just behind the fake plants.

Sighing Michael handed her the book, “What do you want to start with?”

“Since I’m not drinking,” Gideon noted, “A non-alcoholic one would be best.” “Is there anyone who wants to try a cocktail?” Michael called out to the people around the bar, “No charge, I’m seeing if I can make them.” Several hands went up and Michael turned to Gideon, “We have few brave volunteers.”

“Alright,” she flipped through the pages and decided to go for a classic, “Pina Colada.”

Michael watched Gideon carefully carry the final cocktail attempt to the woman who had agreed to try if the French Martini he’d made was any good. It had been a fun few hours, making the different drinks with Gideon instructing him, while the rest of the bar made suggestions, drank the results and gave feedback.

“Will you be adding cocktails to the menu that people can see from now on?” Gideon asked as she perched on top of the bar beside him.

Michael laughed, glancing over to see how his final cocktail was and getting a thumbs up, “Maybe after some more practice runs, I’ll add a few to start with.”

“My work here is done,” Gideon beamed.

Michael cleared everything from the bar to the sink area, “I’ll clean up later.”

“No,” Gideon protested, “I’ll help wash everything. You’ve only made the mess because of my suggestion. Not to mention you are staying open to give me a place to wait for my train.”

“I appreciate the help,” Michael told her, “I’ll fill the two sinks and we can take half each.”

Gideon slid her jacket off and laid it on the chair before she grabbed the spare apron hanging there. Looking as though she belonged there, Gideon began to clean the glasses.

Michael smiled as he watched her for a moment before he started his half of the cleaning.

Gideon was sitting cross-legged on the bar as Michael closed the doors after the final customer left just after midnight.

“I can help,” she said as he began to put the chairs on the table.

“Stay where you are,” Michael assured, “This only takes a few minutes.”

“You know I am very grateful to you for letting me stay here tonight,” Gideon told him, “There is a waiting room in the train station...”

“But this late at night,” Michael shook his head, “It’s not safe. I’m happy for the company. Especially from someone as smart, fun and beautiful as you.”

A soft blush covered her cheeks, “Well, you’re not so bad yourself.”

“So,” Michael said placing the final chair on the table, “We covered jobs, education, favourite drinks. Let’s see what else is there to talk about?”

“Oh, I know,” Gideon beamed, “Let’s go back to time travel. If you could travel anywhere through time, where would you go?”

“The Old West,” he replied instantly.

“Without a moment’s thought,” Gideon chuckled.

Michael shook his head, “I didn’t need one. Don’t get me wrong I know it’s not exactly the ideal place, but it’s always fascinated me.”

Pursing her lips as she looked him up and down, Gideon noted, “I think you would look extremely good in the outfit.”

Feeling the back his neck heat at her gaze, he ducked his head slightly and pretended to fix one of the chairs.

“What about you?” Michael asked.

Gideon bit her lower lip for a moment, looking impossibly adorable, “Atlantis.”

“Really?” Michael grabbed a stool beside her and sat, “Why there? It is a mythical land.”

“Because there is always the possibility it’s real,” Gideon said, “And I would love to find out.”

Michael nodded, “Makes sense.” “What about the future?” Gideon asked, “Would you like to go there?”

“Definitely,” Michael breathed, “Although to just see the stars would be incredible.”

Gideon nodded, “I know what you mean.”

They chatted for a little longer before Gideon’s watch buzzed, and she sighed.

“To make sure I catch this train,” she told him, “I need to leave now.”

Michael nodded and retrieved her case, as well as grabbing his jacket. At her confused look he rolled his eyes, “I’m not letting you walk alone.”

“You don’t have to,” Gideon told him.

“I want to.”

She smiled, “Thank you.”

Once they were both ready, Michael took her case and they started out. It was cool, but not too cold, as they strolled towards the train station. Michael could see she was surprised when he walked with her to the platform, but he wanted to make sure she got safely on the train.

“Oh,” Gideon gasped suddenly, “I didn’t pay you for my drinks or meal.” “It’s on the house,” Michael told her, “But next time perhaps…” he paused and took a quick breath before continuing, “Perhaps you’ll let me take you out for a proper meal.”

“I might not be back for a few months,” Gideon whispered.

He licked his lips before breathing, “I can wait.”

Without thought he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. The kiss lingered before deepening as the train pulled in.

They parted and Gideon squeezed his hand.

“I will be back as soon as I can,” she whispered before kissing him quickly once more.

Michael watched her get on the train and take a seat at the window, from the corner of his eye he spotted a man get on the train, but it was on the carriage back from her.

As the train pulled away, Michael waved to her hoping she’d be back soon.

*********************************************

Gideon sat staring out the window as the train moved through the city, turning when the man who had got on at the same time dropped into the seat across from her.

“Well?”

Gideon sighed as she played with her ring, “He didn’t recognise me at all.”

“Are you sure?” John demanded, “I saw the kiss he gave you.”

Gideon shook her head.

“Listen to me, love,” John said, “Rip sacrificed his memory to save you from that curse. He can’t go back on that deal.” “But we can,” Gideon reminded him, “I am going to get Rip back and nothing will get in my way.”

John chuckled as he leaned back, “I know that. And I have a lead for us once we get back to the ship.”

Closing her eyes, Gideon played with her wedding ring remembering the moment Rip had given it to her. He had kept his vows by protecting her no matter what, now it was time to keep hers.

And nothing would stop her.

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