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fellowstrangetownappreciator · 3 years

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Playing Favorites (part 2)

Here we go again! Another 4 TS2 premades that really strange my town! (I’ll see myself out.) Anyway, I have to preface this with saying that so far I’ve only played the 3 base game hoods and although I really enjoy PV and VV, I added them to Strangetown just recently, so I’m still getting acquainted with their casts. That’s why my Playing Favorites posts are so dominated with desert-dwellers - but I definitely plan on including more non-ST Sims once I got to play with them more!

And I also low-key love everybody in Strangetown.

TOP 15 TS2 Premades (according to my personal tastes somewhere in May 2021) (not in any particular order) (and I can’t guarantee I stop at 15 either)

Tank Grunt (Strangetown)

Yes, I am one of them. I am a Tank Grunt apologist. Brace yourself!

Similarly to the Pleasant twins, I view Tank as a victim of his father (Buzz Grunt, the esteemed Strangetown's Worst Parent Award nominee). Of course, that's not to say he's innocent. He is absolutely guilty of bullying Ripp and Johnny and equally guilty of being a bigot. And, most importantly, totally guilty of casually wearing camo face-paint. (that he canonically gets tatooed on his face down the line, which is... its own kind of tragic.)

But that is exactly why I like him so much!

Let me elaborate.

Tank is a very multilayered character, albeit a bit cliché. He is very artistic a eager to always do his best, whether that is in school or home where he competes for his father's affection and approval. Buzz provides both of that but it always feels conditioned – if Tank was to stop getting A+, stop parroting his opinions, stop working out, stop following in his footsteps, would that go away? Even though the answer depends on your interpretation of Buzz and his levels of horrible, Tank definitely thinks so. Just take a look on how his father treats Ripp!

I read Tank as somebody who believes firmly in order and good but has a very twisted understanding of both given his militaristic and hyper-masculine upbringing. He has an enormous potential for character growth. Can he gain (psychological) independence of his father? Can he follow his dreams and become a dancer? Can he free himself of his father’s biases now that he’s out on his own? Can he mend his relationship with Ripp and Buck? (...or maybe even Johnny?) It makes him so fun to play.

Also, I think that it was indeed very cowardly of the developers not to set his gender preference as gay.

Conclusion: Tank is fun! (Although he would probably resent me for saying that.)

Dina Caliente (Str- wait, Pleasantview)

Finally someone who doesn't live in the desert! Both Nina and Dina are such interesting characters, with their connection to Bella’s disappearance, their alien bloodline and their opposing personalities and ambitions.

I feel like the sisters are often getting unjustly demonized. (or mixed up together, I’m looking at you, TS3 and TS4) They’re young, very attractive and in unconventional relationships, thus often labeled as predatory. They’re not.

Dina is a very nice Sim, with Nice points above the average and many Playful points and she tends to roll wants to start a family by the start of the game, although she is not a Family Sim. She’s actually a Fortune Sim, smart and business-oriented. She’s a widow who wants to remarry and has her sights set on the husband of her missing former sister-in-law.

I know that doesn’t make her sound that nice but there is nuance. First of all, the man in question is Mortimer Goth, well in his twilight years, a father of two, simply an adult. He is not a hapless trophy, the decision to start an affair with Dina not long after his first wife got pronounced missing, is his own. He knows he won’t be here for long and doesn’t want to die alone, he wants someone who can make him feel young again and loved once more. Dina, on the other hand, pursues a shotgun wedding to take an advantage of the Goth fortune that will kickstart her business ventures but she is ready to provide what Mortimer needs. She canonically loves him. (proven by the love flag in her relationship panel)

In my personal gameplay, I had Don take Dina on a date before their marriages to their respective Goths, and Dina kept rolling wants to flirt with Mortimer instead. Later down the line she also helped out the Brokes financially, and after her close friend Brandi died young in childbirth, she took in her youngest children, so that her oldest son Dustin could go to college and not worry what’s gonna become of his younger siblings in his custody while he’s gone. I figured it made sense because of Dina’s Nice points, her relationship with Brandi and her now being partially in charge of so much money it isn’t even funny.

In conclusion: I support and condone Dina! Even if it’s somehow implied that she and her sister might’ve just staged her rival’s alien abduction.

Circe Beaker (Strangetown)

Circe is yet another... unwholesome character on my list. She canonically tortures people, namely Nervous Subject, and her bio eludes to there being more in the past or the future. She's cunning, ambitious and very mean.

But she is also very fun to play! Her aspiration being Fortune (not Knowledge) puts an interesting spin on the whole evil scientist routine. She doesn't do it for the love of discovery like the Curiouses and she doesn't care about credit as her husband does. She's out for power and she may as well get it.

Her rather extreme personality would lead one to think she has to be rather disliked around the town but her default relationship panel says otherwise. She doesn't have any close friendships except her husband, though. That makes me think she is superficially charming and tends to act diplomatic to obtain people's loyalty without necessarily caring about any of them. It makes playing her unique from most other Sims.

She is also canonically bisexual! I personally have a deep appreciation for each and every Sim that Maxis sneakily preset to be LGBTQ+. I may not seem like a big deal now but it is.

Conclusion: "She could gaslight, gatekeep and girlboss me any day.” - half of Strangetown’s population

Lazlo Curious (Strangetown)

Lazlo is a ray of sunshine in the Curious household! A very sloppy ray that makes messes wherever it goes, true, but sunshine nonetheless.

I’m very fond of Lazlo because he’s the type of person that looks like he can barely count to five with his easy-going and messy nature but is in fact very clever and, by some measures, the most competent Curious brother, since he is the youngest and it seems like he’s fresh out of college, yet holds a higher career position than his older brothers. “A smart person that doesn’t necessarily seem smart on the first glance” is a trope I have a big soft spot for. (...and it shows)

In my current gameplay, Lazlo wanted to resurrect Vidcund (who died in childbirth), so he switched from Science to Paranormal to swipe a Resurrect-O-Nomitron and, like the madlad he is, succeeded before their round was over (in a span of few days). It was a combination of dumb luck and him having a compatible degree that gave him a hefty bonus but it still made me realize Lazlo could achieve whatever he sets his sights on.

Luckily, his sights are generally set on pizza and video games.

(relatable)

Anyway, I find Lazlo somehow cute, most probably for his constant and very unfruitful attempts to make Vidcund laugh, and in general, how friendly and easy to get along with he is. While he doesn’t have that many Nice points (5, which is a pretty average number), combined with his playfulness he usually tends to act very amicable.

In conclusion: I simp for Knowledge Sims and it shows.

Ok, I’ll be back with another 4 when my horrible procrastinating gruel of a brain feels like it. See ya!

#the sims 2 #ts2 #premades #simbrl #the sims #lazlo curious #circe beaker #dina caliente #tank grunt #strangetown #pleasantview

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kreweleaderbuuru · 4 years

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Part 3 baybeeee i realised that the babies I use more often these days werent included. Annoying elaboration that doesnt matter under the cut

Sex

Self explainitory

Gender:

Self explanatory

Build:

Singrid: The most in-shape member of her family. She’s very enthusiastic about honing her skills with her hammer, carving canoes with her bare hands, and punching sharks in the face.

Grunt: The grunt has been working on building muscle, but her years of starvation and abuse have left her permanently stunted.

Algor: Despite being absolutely fuckall massive, he’s not too interested in honing his physique. He’s got some scholarly chub on the way.

Poom: Actually more muscular than you’d give him credit for- though still malnourished and spindly. His baggy clothes are in part to hide a very embarrassing hourglass figure.

Height:

Singrid: Just a few inches shorter than her brother, much to her dismay

Grunt: Shorty due to malnutrition

Algor: Fuckall massive

Poom: Comes from a pretty tall family, but just so happens to me the shortest member of that family. He thinks he’s shorter than he actually is.

Handiness:

Self explanatory

Intelligence, Scholarly:

Singrid: While Singrid was offered the same education as her brother, she struggled with even the most basic concepts. At a certain point she decided her job was just to carry heavy equipment. Living proof of nature vs. nurture.

Grunt: Scouted by inquest recruiters as a child. The Grunt was subjected to the standard foot soldiers ‘education’ within the Inquest. It wasn’t all that great, but it wasn’t like she could leave.

Algor: Personally tutored by his adopted asuran father- surpassing the potential of even some asuran peers in Rata Sum. Living proof of nurture vs. nature.

Poom: Got along okay in school, enough to Graduate Dynamics with above average grades. His true passions lie in paranormal investigation, which isnt as revered in Rata Sum. People just assume he’s crazy.

Wisdom:

Singrid: Would look a grenade launcher down the barrel as she’s trying to figure out how to fire it.

Grunt: What the Grunt lacks in formal education, she makes up for in sheer experience. She’s worked on just about every Inquest base the Megakrewe allows such a low-ranking agent, and tangled with more bizarre magical creatures than most norn hunters will in their lifetime.

Algor: Algor began making supply runs in greater Tyria when he was sixteen, allowing him to come into his own as a traveller and genius.

Poom: Easily distracted and has a nasty habit of sharing his conspiracy theories to the members of the organisations he suspects. Common sense is not amongst his strengths.

Education:

Singrid: Technically a ‘drop out’, seeing as her father gave up on teaching her alongside her brother. However, the special attention Ruffik can give Singrid while Algor is away has convinced her to give his lessons another go.

Grunt: Didn’t so much as ‘graduate’ as she was drafted to punishment detail. Her propensity for disaster and mayhem did not make her school days enjoyable.

Algor: Greatly exceeded his father’s expectations.

Poom: A decent student, but easily distracted by his true passions.

Social Ability:

Singrid: Dreamed all her life of leaving the Far Marina Base to party all through Tyria, only to suffer from extreme social anxiety. She’s since found happiness on the peaceful ice caps, content with her few friends and family.

Grunt: Pretty amicable, if you can get over the whining and increased likelihood of the bar burning down.

Algor: Still relatively uncomfortable in his own skin, but growing out of it.

Poom: A highly contagious affliction and subsequent quarantine has given an already antisocial oddball agoraphobia. Poom has slowly been taking steps to be more comfortable with people, and can at the very least venture outside without a panic attack.

Perceptiveness:

Singrid: Sensitive, painfully sensitive, so sensitive she becomes overwhelmed in large gatherings. Is one of the few people who can really understand Ruffik’s emotions at any given time and could be mistaken for a mind reader when it comes to people she’s close to.

Grunt: Despite her attempt at an aloof bounty huntress persona, the Grunt is mostly in wilful denial. She knows whats going on, why it’s going on, and how things will probably end. She’s very bad at pretending not to care.

Algor: His time outside the Far Marina Base has taken him from clueless hermit to what is average teenage boy. He still doesnt understand girls, though.

Poom: Absolute dogshit at reading social signals, to the point of being near debilitating. His friends have to intervene to keep him from being beaten up half the time.

Readability:

Singrid: There are two Singrids: The one who is comfortable and knows the people in the room, and the Singrid who is in public and trying to keep from crying. You wouldnt expect the firey young norn from the FMB to wilt so easily in a crowd, and you’d be wrong.

Grunt: Any attempts to hide her emotions are humorously in vain. Its lucky her partner, krewemate, and totally-not-boyfriend is painfully dense.

Algor: Can put up a pretty convincing stoic front. It’s when he opens his mouth the youthful bravado comes spilling out.

Poom: His high anxiety and odd mannerisms make him an open book. An open book in a language you cant read, but nonetheless open.

Introvert/Extrovert:

Self explanatory

Sexuality:

Singrid: Straight

Grunt: Straight

Algor: Bisexual

Poom: Pansexual with a male preference

Romanticism:

Singrid: Straight, Monogamous

Grunt: Straight, Monogamous

Algor: Biromantic, Open to Polyamory

Poom: Panromantic with a male preference, Monogamous

Romantic:

Singrid: Has a massive crush on her childhood friend, but he’s painfully oblivious.

Grunt: Hopelessly in love with her partner, friend, and krewemate, Anakk. Even though they live together, work together, provide each other with emotional support, and sleep together exclusively, they insist they are not in a relationship.

Algor: Would do anything for a partner to share his intellect, but is still too insecure to ask anyone out. There’s also the size factor- none of the other apprentices so much as reach his knee. That ‘tragedy’ is a bit romantic in its own right- according to him.

Poom: Is oblivious to romance, and hasnt had the best track record. His last relationship ended in nothing short of catastrophe, he’s still too ashamed to face his ex to stay long in Rata Sum. This has kept him rather guarded when it comes to relationships.

Affection:

Singrid: Very touchy. Will shamelessly pick up and snuggle anyone she cares about.

Grunt: Has a pointed distaste for ‘mushy stuff’ and goes out of her way to avoid any intimacy that could be construed as romantic.

Algor: Mostly only hugs his sister. Was more cuddly as a kid, but since the growth spurt he worries about accidentally crushing people.

Poom: Has gone three years without touch due to his affliction. Avoids touch like the plague so as not to become overwhelmed.

Disposition, Outwardly:

Singrid: Whether she’s in full swing or shyly hugging the wall, Singrid comes across as a friendly, if not rough around the edges- young norn.

Grunt: Affable and friendly until things go wrong. They’re usually going wrong.

Algor: Knows how to be polite in public. Snarks on occasion.

Poom: Absolute bastard of a man. You know this. Why even ask.

Disposition, Inwardly:

Singrid: Pretty neutral on people as a whole. Gets irritated easily, and doesnt have any kind words for people who make her uncomfortable.

Grunt: Is far more effected by her past than she lets on. The grunt is generally distrustful to strangers and spiteful to those who hurt her- even a little.

Algor: Has a healthy dollop of teen angst.

Poom: One of the more kindly people you’ll meet, once you get past his eccentricities. Genuinely doesnt want to upset anyone, and is a die hard pacifist.

Petty:

Singrid, Grunt, Algor: All petty little drama queens.

Poom: Will put up with a lot of bullshit, so long as you dont press one of his triggers. Can only really muster the energy to hate one thing at a time. Usually tries to solve ‘misunderstandings’ when they come up.

Sanity:

Singrid: Crippling social anxiety

Grunt: PTSD

Algor: He’s fine, honestly.

Poom: Autism, PTSD, Depression, Social Anxiety, Agoraphobia, probably more.

Freindliness:

Singrid: She knows who she likes, and isnt particularly eager to make new friends.

Grunt: Finds it relatively easy to get along with people, especially if theres alcohol involved. She has a strange habit for attracting the affections of much larger and more powerful beings. Anakk, her skyscale Mr. Bastard, and the hulking inquest abomination Brukk, to name a few.

Algor: Able to chat up strangers so long as he’s not feeling too self-important. He’s growing out of that bit, though.

Poom: Absolutely desperate for validation. Can and will join a cult if he’s not claimed.

Stoicism:

Singrid: Will break pretty easily either from her anxiety or by getting too excited about a cool rock.

Grunt: Attempts are made at stoicism. They are laughable.

Algor: Is prone to teen melodrama. He’s growing out of it, though.

Poom: Will go home and cry for stepping on a bug.

Grace:

Singrid: Her training in the harsh Far Marina conditions have made her an adept warrior.

Grunt: Prone to disaster.

Algor: Is actually quite a talented dancer when no one’s watching. One of the ways he tries to stay in shape between studies.

Poom: If he’s not knocking something over, he’s putting his foot in his mouth.

Stubbornness:

Self explanatory

Bravery:

Singrid: Despite her issues with crowds, she’s run after icebrood twice her size with nothing but a dagger. Has wanted to cultivate an epic legend ever since she was a kid.

Grunt: Complete snivelling coward.

Algor: Will run from conflict as easily as he runs from a spider.

Poom: An almost destructive lack of self-preservation.

Loyalty:

Singrid: The few companions she has, she aims to keep.

Grunt: Wont die for the ship, but will save her favourite pirate.

Algor: Still has somewhat naive opinions on teamwork in a krewe. It’s almost a good thing he’ll likely never be in one.

Poom: Not a lot of people understand him, those that try are greatly appreciated. Even people who dont try, he’ll gladly meet half way. Even if you dont even like him at all he’s got your back. Even if you’ve just spit in his mouth he’ll-

Lawfulness:

Singrid: Does what she wants. If that means breaking some heads, she’ll do it. If it means drinking tea and brushing up on her knitting, thats her glitching right!

Grunt: Rules are for people who don’t regularly get hit by lightning.

Algor: Painfully naive.

Poom: The rules suck, but he gets in trouble enough as it is without provoking others.

Attitude:

They’re all edgy assholes lol

#singrid #algor #poom #the grunt #guild wars 2 #gw2 #norn #asura

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effyeahzimbits · 6 years

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Blind Date Zimbits AU

Here is my contribution for http://swawesomesanta.tumblr.com/! Westernredcedar asked for a non-soulmate Zimbits AU and I was all to happy to oblige! Seasons greetings to everyone and thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy! Title: Blind Date Pairing: Zimbits. Jack Zimmermann/Eric Bittle. Rating: T Warnings: A little swearing, nothing major. Summary: Jack didn’t like dates. He liked blind dates even less. Read on AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13134021 Jack checked his watch again and let out a heavy sigh. Thirty minutes late. He slumped back into the cushioned seat again, his heart sinking even further in his chest. He had been stood up, there was no longer any doubt about it. He knew this had been a bad idea as soon as Shitty suggested it. Jack didn’t like dates. He liked blind dates even less.

He only agreed to make his best friend happy. Shitty had been lamenting for months that Jack had no special someone to ‘worship that glorious Canadian ass’. Jack had grown tired of telling him that he was perfectly happy being single, mostly because he realised he was lying to himself. He had been getting lonely recently.

He was twenty-eight and though that was by no means old and past it, he couldn’t help feeling a little bitter when all his few, but close, friends were happy and in love with their significant others. Taking his mom to family skate had long since lost its novelty, and now it was just plain sad. But Jack hated socialising with strangers, having always struggled with that awkward period of getting to know them. If meeting new people wasn’t a necessity, then he went out of his way to avoid doing just that.

So, agreeing to a blind date had to be one of the stupidest things he’d ever done. Shitty had told him nothing about this guy apart from his age (a few years younger than him), he liked hockey (well that had to be a given), and that he was ‘super fucking cute brah’. If Jack hadn’t known better, he’d have said Shitty liked him himself, with the way he was gushing about how adorable his friend was. Shitty had begged and begged him for months until Jack finally caved.

The way Shitty’s eyes lit up should have made him feel happy, but it just put Jack on edge. Shitty had arranged everything, going between the pair of them to set a date, time, and venue. Jack didn’t even have this guy’s number. He should have cancelled after all the anxiety this had caused him, but he didn’t want to disappoint Shitty. Besides, he figured he owed it to himself to at least try.

And that was how he found himself in a sweet but crowded little café twenty minutes from his apartment, in the cobalt blue dress shirt that made his eyes look pretty but made him feel stiff, with his foot twitching nervously underneath the table, and avoiding the gaze of everybody in the place. They all knew him, and that was another reason there was sweat pooling in the small of his back. He was sure he was going to make the local news tomorrow morning.

Falconers’ Lead Scorer Fails to Score Date

He’d had enough. He drained his glass of ice water and got to his feet a moment later, prepared to ignore the stares and low murmurs as he marched out. He barely took one step away from the table when the waiter who brought him his water dashed over to his side with a large, elaborately decorated menu in hand.

“Leaving already?”

The waiter spoke with a bright southern drawl that made Jack’s chest feel warm and at home, like he’d just swallowed a bite of his dad’s homemade sugar tart. He was the type of person Jack instinctively gravitated to – smiley, bubbly and extroverted. He was everything Jack was not. Jack wished he was on a date with him instead.

“Euh, yeah,” Jack sighed, his voice quiet. “I’m not going to humiliate myself any further.”

“Oh, honey. Give him a few more minutes, I’m sure he’ll turn up. He’s probably tied up in traffic,” the waiter suggested, carefully standing between Jack and the way out.

Jack looked at him for a moment, trying to read his expression. His bisexuality was public knowledge by now, and the waiter was wearing a coy little smile. If Jack didn’t know better, he would say he was being teased.

“I don’t think that’s the case,” Jack murmured. His fingertips were starting to tingle, and he curled them up into his palms. “Goodnight.”

The waiter sidestepped the same time Jack did, effectively blocking him once more. Jack would be pissed if he wasn’t wearing such a charming smile.

“Five more minutes,” he repeated insistently, almost like a child begging for more time with their favourite toy. He seemed to clock Jack’s building anxiety, and he tilted his head in the direction of the kitchens. “I’ll take you to a quieter table, in the back, out of the way.”

Jack hesitated. He really wanted to go home and drown his sorrows in the History Channel. But there was something sincere and beckoning in this young man’s warm brown eyes. So, Jack sighed and nodded. A quiet corner would be nice, and he was hungry. The way the waiter’s face lit up made Jack’s head feel fuzzy. He flicked a glance at his nametag. Eric.

Eric was an average height, though next to Jack he seemed smaller with his slim shoulders and defined waist. He was attractive too. Jack particularly liked his big eyes and the smattering of freckles over his nose. He had a thing for blondes, he knew that at least. Eric’s hair was golden, long on top with trendy, shaved sides. Jack wanted to run his fingers along the short parts.

The table Eric led him to was small and right by the kitchen door. Any other customer would have turned their nose up at it, but to Jack it seemed like a haven. There was a lot less noise here, and a lot less people to stare at him. He took the offered seat gratefully. Eric held out the menu to him, his bright smile replaced with one that was a little more sympathetic.

“Now then. You and I both know this date of yours is a no show. But it’d be a shame to let him ruin your night. The food here is amazing, and you’ve come all this way, after all.”

Jack was about to protest that he lived close by and he’d rather just go home and eat a plate full of chicken tenders, but Eric thrust the menu into his hands. The sparkle was back in his eyes and Jack forgot what he was going to say.

“I suggest the tuna steak with the asparagus salad,” Eric went on, bending over slightly so he could point the item out on the menu. Jack had a sudden whiff of cinnamon and vanilla, and felt warm and fuzzy all over. When he straightened up again, the smell lingered, but the spell it created in Jack’s brain broke.

“I don’t think so. Isn’t it a little pathetic to eat by myself?” He snorted, trying to hand Eric the menu back.

“Not at all,” Eric insisted, almost sounding affronted. “People do it all the time. Besides. I’ll keep you company.” His face split into a dazzling grin again, and this time, he actually winked playfully at him. Jack stared.

“Um. But don’t you have work to do?” He asked eloquently, before mentally kicking himself. Well that was smooth, wasn’t it? Except it totally wasn’t.

“It’s a slow night. This place is basically empty,” Eric argued with a trilling laugh. The café looked full enough to Jack. “I’d much rather chat a little with you than with anyone else here. Please?” He begged when Jack still looked hesitant. “I’ll even throw in a piece of my homemade award-winning maple sugar crusted apple pie. How does that sound?”

Jack pulled a face, pretending to think about it. Honestly, it was the best offer he’d had in a long time.

“Apple pie seals the deal,” he smirked, taking the menu back. He mentally congratulated himself. Smooth as silk, Zimmermann.

“You drive a hard bargain, sir,” Eric teased, standing to attention with his notepad, pen poised. “In that case, may I take your order?”

Jack did indeed order the tuna steak, along with a low-alcohol bottle of beer and a side order of fries. Eric danced off to the kitchen with his request, appearing a moment later with his bottle of beer. He regretfully couldn’t stay, but Jack felt placated for now. He could enjoy a meal to himself and forget all about the stupid blind date.

He texted Shitty while he waited for his salad, telling him what an awful idea it was and how Shitty owed him big time. Eric kept up a string of pleasant chatter as he went backwards and forwards from table to kitchen. Jack found he was starting to enjoy himself, his anxiety drifting away like it was never there. It was almost like he was the only one in the café.

In the frequent passing moments between serving people, Jack learned Eric was from Madison, Georgia, and had been to college in Boston where he studied food science. He also discovered he was a keen baker with a passion for Beyoncé. Jack usually struggled opening up to strangers, but Eric made him feel at ease, and he shared facts about his own life that he typically kept to himself. Eric didn’t react when Jack mentioned hockey, so he assumed Eric had no idea who he was. Even better.

His tuna finally arrived, and Eric left him in peace to eat. It was as tasty as the waiter promised, and Jack felt grateful that his date hadn’t turned up. He’d probably have spent the evening making boring small talk with one of Shitty’s Harvard law friends and resisting the urge to escape out of the bathroom window. Instead he entertained the idea of asking Eric what time he finished and whether he could take him for a walk.

Just as he finished his salad, Jack became acutely aware of eyes on his back. He spared a quick glance behind him, and his stomach sank as he noticed a group of teenagers had definitely recognised him, phones in hand. He turned back to the wall, but the doubt had already set in. What were they whispering about? Were they taking pictures? When Eric passed his table again, Jack was ready to bolt out of his chair.

“Leaving already, honey?” He asked with a frown, hand twitching as if he wanted to lay it on his shoulder. “What about your pie?”

Jack’s head twitched towards the teenagers, and he didn’t even need to say anything, but Eric understood. He fixed a determined (and very attractive) expression on his face and marched over to the group’s table. Jack quickly turned his back on them, wishing his empty plate would swallow him whole. He heard Eric firmly but politely tell the boys to respect the diners’ privacy and return to their own meals. By the time Eric came back to the table, Jack’s face was bright red.

“Are you alright?” The waiter asked in a soft voice. Jack felt his walls crumbling.

“Yeah,” he sighed, suddenly tired. “I’m sorry. That’s why I don’t come out often. I uh, prefer to keep to myself. I…play for the Falconers,” he explained weakly.

“Sweetpea, I know,” Eric commented with an amused smile.

“Y-you know?” Jack stared at him again. “Yes,” Eric replied, looking even more entertained.

“I played hockey in college.”

“Oh.”

Eric laughed softly and really did pat his hand this time. Jack was never washing that hand again. The pet names were killing him. The knowledge that Eric knew who he was and hadn’t acted upon it baffled him too.

“You shouldn’t let other people stop you from living your life,” Eric told him gently, quietly gathering up his empty plate and dirty cutlery. “You owe them nothing. I know it’s easier said than done, but you should focus on making yourself happy. Not them.”

It was nothing he hadn’t heard before. Hell, his therapist told him something similar most weeks. But hearing it from Eric made it hit home that little bit more. He offered the waiter a weak but genuine smile.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” Eric winked again, and Jack’s insides turned to jelly.

“So, about that apple pie,” Jack prompted, unable to resist grinning innocently. Eric laughed loudly.

“Comin’ right up,” he grinned charmingly, purposely exaggerating his accent.

Jack watched him disappear into the kitchen, only just able to stop himself from sighing dreamily. He couldn’t blame the single beer for his fuzzy head, and maybe he was drunk on pheromones, but he knew he had to ask Eric out. He owed it to himself. Maybe he was going to end up owing Shitty after all.

Eric was taking a while, but Jack didn’t think too much of it. He replied to a few more of Shitty’s dramatic apologetic texts, purposely chirping him a little more. A short while later, two plates were set on his table, both holding a perfectly shaped slice of thick, crisp and heavenly smelling apple pie. Jack looked up to question Eric about the second plate, secretly hoping he was joining him, and his jaw dropped.

The waiter had changed from his plain shirt and slacks, into a pair of tight fitting skinny jeans and smart dark shirt that made his eyes appear even warmer. Eric grinned brightly at him, tweaking his cute little bow tie before promptly sitting opposite him.

“Hi! Sorry I’m late! I was meant to finish at six, but someone called in sick and the boss made me cover for them,” he explained, pushing a fork in across the table for him and waving his other hand elaborately as he talked.

Jack’s expression turned from confused to utterly dumbfounded. “Oh, of course! Where are my manners?” Eric snorted, sticking out his hand. “I’m Eric Bittle. Or Bitty, to my friends.”

Jack’s jaw dropped.

“You’re Shitty’s friend?” He gasped in disbelief.

“That’s me!” Bitty chirped cheerfully, eyes sparkling. He was breath-taking, and Jack couldn’t take his eyes off him. “I had a stall at the local country fair with my famous mini pies a couple of years ago, and he strolled on up and bought my whole batch! We’ve been friends ever since.”

Jack still stared. None of this made sense. Eric was…Bitty? The guy Shitty had set him up with?

“I…what?” He said eloquently, feeling like his brain was made of cotton wool. Eric’s bright smile fell away, and he sighed, shoulder’s deflating slightly.

“I’m really sorry I made you think you were being stood up,” he began, soft voice sincere as he gazed at him. “They really did make me stay. I know I should have said no but…I really need this job. And honestly? I was a little worried about this date. Shitty made out you were this amazing guy, but whenever I saw you on television I just…well, you always seemed a little…abrupt, and short tempered. No offence of course! And I know I shouldn’t base my opinion on that, but I couldn’t help it. So, I thought I’d take advantage of the situation and see what kind of guy you were before I blew my cover.”

Jack sat back, watching him as he processed that in his head. It sounded farfetched, but Jack couldn’t argue with Eric’s reservations. He knew he appeared unlikeable and unapproachable to most people, it was why he barely left the house and hated press interviews. But Eric had seen past all of that this evening, and had decided that Jack was worth a try. So, he smiled and picked up his fork.

“And what kind of guy do you think I am?” Jack asked almost flirtatiously. He speared a piece of the pie, waiting for Eric’s reply before tasting it.

“I think you’re a sweetheart,” Eric grinned back, definitely trying to be alluring and making Jack blush slightly. “I also think you’re about to be floored by my five times county fair award-winning pie,” Eric boasted with a smirk.

Jack lifted an eyebrow at him and playfully popped the pie into his mouth. The pastry was buttery sweet, and contrasted with the sharp tang of apple. He squashed the appreciative noise and swallowed before nodding eagerly.

“Definitely floored,” he grinned brightly, eating another mouthful. Eric laughed and started on his own plate.

“I’m glad you’re not pissed off with me,” Eric continued. “I hate blind dates. They’re so awkward, and I never know what to say, and I just end up rambling and talking about silly, irrelevant little details…” He stopped as he suddenly realised he was doing exactly that.

Jack laughed and nudged his knee lightly under the table with his own. It filled him with warmth to see Bitty just as nervous as he had been.

“Relax, I already like you,” Jack admitted softly, unintentionally lowering his voice and leaning toward him. Eric’s face split into a wide smile again, his eyes lighting up.

“Your blind date is a fool for standing you up,” Eric declared boldly, barely holding in a giggle. “He sure as heck regrets it.”

“I think I can find it in myself to forgive him,” Jack snickered, holding his eyes as he took another bite of pie. “The night doesn’t seem to be ruined after all.”

The End

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Roleplaying Profile Meme

Repost don’t reblog. Feel free to add to any of your answers! The purpose is to tell your partners about the way you write! For the multiple-choice ones, bold all that apply and, if you want, italicize if it’s a conditional answer!

BASICS

Name: Nicole! But you can call me Cobalt if you don’t like irl names. :)

Are you 18+? Yes / No ( 22! )

Is your muse? Yes / No ( Immortal here; he’s 900+ years conscious. :) )

Are you selective about who you write with on this blog? No ( anyone ) / Semi / Yes / Highly / Private

Are you selective about who you follow on this blog? No ( anyone ) / Semi / Yes / Highly

If your muse is canon, how much do you adhere to canon? Not at all / A little / Somewhat / Mostly / Strictly / ( OC ) ( There’s quite a few points of canon divergence on this blog tbh; most notable of which is Jack’s defeat ofc. Not to mention stuff having to do with the citadel and his abandonment issues that we don’t really see in canon. Not to mention how he genuinely loves / misses his children, when in canon he was indifferent to them. Also I hc he can’t be destroyed by blessed weapons and must be killed by another God. At most he can only be imprisoned by the sword, and even then it’s not permanent. )

What post lengths do you write? One Liners / Single-Para / Multi-Para / Novella

Do you use icons and / or gifs? No / Gifs / Icons / Gif icons

Do you write on other platforms? No / Yes ( Discord and Pillowfort! Pillowfort on request at this point hahaha. )

What level of plots do you write? Unplotted / Open-Ended Plots / Semi-Plotted / Fully Plotted Epics

How quickly do you usually respond to threads? Very Slow / Slow ( 4-6 Weeks ) / Average ( 1-4 Weeks ) / Fast ( Less Than One Week ) / Very Fast ( Less Than One Day ) ( Uh. Wildcard! )

What types of themes do you like? ( feel free to add! ) Fluff / Angst / Smut / Action / Tragedy / Domestic / Family / Conversational / Hurt-Comfort / Dark / Violence ( !!! ) ( Highly selective with fluff and smut and family threads. Most everything else is fair game though for everyone! Domestic is a big no-no, though. Does Aku seem like the kind of guy to want to bake fucking cookies or sit in a coffee shop? Come on. )

What genres do you like? ( feel free to add! ) High Fantasy / Supernatural / Science Fiction / Historical / Horror / Comedy / Romance / Drama / Action / Adventure / Espionage / Crime

Are there any themes you’re uncomfortable writing on your blog? No / Yes ( There’s some shit Aku would do / does low key that I just won’t elaborate upon and can hardly stand to mention. Just believe me when I say it’s fucking evil. )

Do you have any triggers? How do you request it tagged? No / Yes ( Pics of gore squick me, interestingly enough? It’s not a trigger though. )

SHIPPING

What types of relationships are you open to? Romantic / Platonic / Familial / Physical / Sexual ( What’s the difference between physical and sexual??? What??? )

What types of pre-established relationships are you open to? Romantic / Platonic / Familial / Physical / Sexual

Do you have OTPS? No / Chemistry only / Yes

Do you have NOTPS? No / Yes / I don’t know yet ( Blossom Utonium from PPG and Jack from Samurai Jack, either of them shipped with Aku. Please just... no... )

What is your muse’s sexual orientation? Heterosexual / Heteroflexible / Bisexual / Homoflexible / Homosexual / Pansexual / Demisexual / Sapiosexual / Asexual / Questioning ( Tends to prefer men, I’ve noticed. )

Are you comfortable writing smut? No / Selectively / Yes

How early in a relationship do you ship romantically? Autoship / During Plotting / After A Couple IC Interactions / Several IC Interactions / Slow Burn / Depends on partner & muse

Are you open to toxic ships? No / Selectively / Yes ( let’s be real, most ships with Aku ARE toxic ‘cause he’s a bastard. )

Are you open to problematic ships? (canon history, age difference, complicated, etc.) No / Selectively / Yes ( not age difference, though; jesus, don’t be a creep. Abusive / unfaithful relationships are a given, though. It’s just the kind of asshole you’re dealing with. )

Are you open to polyshipping? No / Selectively / Yes ( only if it’s cheating; if it’s a real polyship then no. )

Are you an exclusive shipper? No / Sometimes / Yes

Does crack shipping ever happen? No / Sometimes / Yes ( Rick and Nightmare were totally unexpected, ok. Don’t @ me. )

Do crossover ships ever happen? No / Yes! / Depends

Tagged by: @sonxflight Tagging: whomever, as per usual

#//lol can't always tag the same folks hmm #cobalt's talking shit #◜memes◞#◜悪: answered◞#long post

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