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#cyberpunk 2077#phan thanh vũ#some of them was supposed to be in a scene but I never finish it#corpo V#these been sitting in my w.i.p folder for a whole month#just warm up my fingers now am back to da sims!#football fans see this and they will go ah hah
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You Shine in What I Am / Mas Brilhas No Que Sou
From: @aceinhyperspace
To: @sailorsav
Fic Summary: When Whiskey turns 18 years old, he receives his Gift. But what is he supposed to do with Love?
No Content Warnings. General tags: Gen (no pairing); Asexual Whiskey; Eric Bittle; Magic Au;
Message: I was so happy to see that I got your gift! Your magic AUs are some of my favourite fics and when I saw that Asexual Whiskey is your jam, I just KNEW what I was going to be writing about. I hope you enjoy!!
Connor knew what love was long before he knew he was ace. It was six year olds holding hands and twelve year olds sneaking kisses because they wanted to be grown up. It was the women in movies, pining after men and demanding roses. It was his teammates in the locker room, talking about bases and the girls they wanted to hook up with after games.
Connor knew that love was something physical and scary and frankly, he wanted no part of it.
Thankfully as everyone in his grade crept closer to their 18th birthdays, the “plant boy” jokes wound down. There was much more interesting news as people got their letters.
“I can’t believe Lauren got metal-bending and I got nothing,” Adriana complained one day at lunch, sprawled on the floor of the hallway outside their 5th period class.
“You know the Guild doesn’t actually call it metal-bending.” Whiskey said into his sandwich.
Adriana rolled her eyes so violently, her head moved as well, dragging her tightly coiled hair across the linoleum. “Ugh, you nerd. That’s not the point. Pretty white girl, I wear bows even on days where there’s no football games, Lauren. She gets to manipulate metal, Connor Whisk. Me-tal.”
“We don’t get a choice, Adri. And frankly, I’ll be thrilled when I get my letter and the Guild tells me ‘Hey, Connor, you’re off the hook. Go play hockey and don’t worry about accidentally setting your college dorm room on fire with this super exciting new superpower you manifested.’”
“Give Peder a break. He’s doing much better now.”
“Yeah, whatever, Adri.”
That evening when he got home, his mother was already at the kitchen table, Skyping her sister in Brasil, hands elegantly shaping the lump of clay spinning on the wheel.
Connor loved watching his mother work- ancient techniques interacting seamlessly with her magic. Her deep brown hands skimmed the edges of the vase, feeling for form sleeping inside the unshapen material. She once told him that her Gift was so much more than moving dirt around. From the rock beds lining the back of their desert home to the red dust she could sweep away with the movement of her hand, Ana Maria Francisca da Silva Whisk saw potential. She saw the shape of things that had been and were meant to be.
“I think I always knew,” She told him a couple years ago, combing her fingers through his hair, loose and chestnut colored, like his father. “Your avô had a farm when I was little. He couldn’t keep me out of the animal pens! He and my mother would lose sight of me for a minute, and they’d find me pelado como Adão e Eva-
“Mãe!”
“-sitting in the middle of the pigs, covered head to toe in mud.” She laughed and laughed.
That day, Connor didn’t feel much like laughing.
“Mamãe?”
“Si, meu amor?”
“Do you see anything in me?”
“O que você quer dizer?” His mother stopped the wheel and looked directly at him. Her eyes were dark, warm.
“I guess…” He stopped, unsure of the words. “I guess I’m worried.”
“Your letter?”
“Sim.”
She took a deep breath, the fine grey dust covering her hands loosening, gently floating to the floor. “Is that it?”
“I don’t know. I’m just ready for highschool to be over. Jake decided to spend all of bio making uncreative jokes about cellular reproduction. And how my gift would be to clone myself.”
“Meu amor, when we spoke about you coming out, I did tell you to be prepared. People can be cruel.”
“Okay, but I thought you meant that about the bi part, not the ace part.”
A small smile flickered across his mother’s lips. Her hand reached out to touch his cheek gently. “I just want things to be easy for you.”
“Eu sei, mamãe.” Connor sighed. “I guess I wanted to know that I’ll be something more than the weird kid.”
“Meu filho. You are so much more than I can tell you. I get glimpses of the man you will be and can only be proud.”
“Ugh, gross mom.” Connor complained, his voice rising in pitch, swatting her hand away.
“Ah! Sem graça! Deixe seu mãe dá amor quando ela pode. Amanhã você vai ficar uma homem grande!”
“Mom!” He ran off, and his mother tossed bits of clay at his retreating back.
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Connor had to fight to open his eyes the next morning.
His eighteenth birthday. The day he would receive his Gift.
His feet couldn’t even lift off the ground as he drug himself down the hall towards the kitchen.
Please don’t let it be clones. Please don’t let it be clones.
It wouldn’t be clones, Connor reasoned with himself. His whole family had natural gifts or no gifts at all. If he was lucky, maybe he’d be like his father and oldest sister, who got to live life normally. That way he could focus on hockey and school and not worry about things exploding like Peder. His oldest brother’s pyrokinesis was the coolest thing ever for approximately five minutes.
He stood in the doorway, the glass door separating the kitchen from the rest of the house an immovable barrier. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t do this.
“Meu amor, vem aqui,” his mother called gently from inside. Her black eyes, sometimes so disarming, were as soft as he ever had seen them. Using all of his strength, he turned the handle and stepped inside.
As soon as he crossed the threshold, his mother stepped forward and wrapped him in her arms. “Voce ‘sta pronto?”
“Nunca.”
“Whatever it is, you can always decline, okay? There is no shame in that.” Her chin rested gently on his shoulder. When had he gotten so much taller than her? She’d always been a towering figure in the family, carrying them through.
“Okay.”
She stepped back, pulling the letter from her work apron. He took it with trepidation, carefully tearing the seal and unfolding the heavy paper.
After a few moments, most of which the words on the page didn’t register, he spoke.
“I… I think... the Guild sent the wrong thing, Mamae.”
“They’re just messengers. You know they have no control over what manifests.” His mother responded, hands already buried in the clay lumped on the wheel of the kitchen nook. “Deixa eu ver.”
His mother’s hand left gray fingerprints on the paper, but she didn’t seem to notice as her eyes scanned the letter.
“Amor.”
“Yes, mom?”
“Nao, not you amor. Amor amor.”
“I think it’s a mistake.” Connor whispered. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
Love magic.
For him.
Connor Whisk, asexual extraordinaire, whose longest relationship was with the Shane Doan jersey pinned lovingly to his bedroom wall.
Love magic.
“Connor Silva Whisk.” The letter gently thwapped across the back of his head. “I raised you better than that. Now, if you don’t want it, that’s your decision to make. But what can you do with love? That is a very stupid question.”
Fast forward six years and behold: Whiskey, collegiate hockey champion, in possession of a liberal arts degree, bartending license, and a certificate in business administration, still has no idea.
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The day that Whiskey meets Eric Bittle, the lights go out.
No, seriously. The lights are actually out.
“I’m so sorry! That just, happens sometimes? I’m workin’ on it. Oh Lord. There is nothing worse than these delicate wire light bulbs, one short and they’re toast! I am so sorry. You know, they make LED versions of these now? Not that I’m telling you how to run your business but-”
Whiskey only stares at the man in front of him, blonde and tanned from the summer sun, already on his knees gingerly picking up shards of glass with his bare hands, words running at a thousand miles an hour.
Poetry, early readers, maybe a teacher? Needs something smoky to drink… whiskey… no, red wine. I have the perfect Zin in the back.
His quick scan of the other man’s desires only takes a second or two. His needs sit close to the surface, close enough that he was probably on his way to ask Whiskey himself.
“If you want to help, at least use a broom. I don’t need to clean up your blood too.” Whiskey says from behind the bar.
The young man freezes, hands already filled with glass. “Well, I suppose that would make much more sense.”
“Yeah, probably,” Whiskey says. He reaches out with a metal bucket. “Here.”
The glass clinks as it’s dropped into the bucket.
“I really am sorry about that. I’m Eric. Eric Bittle. I live up on the third floor. And uh, I have a gift for electricity. Well. Usually. Sometimes unfamiliar systems don’t react well to my emotions. Have you read that fantastic book by Derek Nurse? That’s what caused this whole mess in the first place.”
“Connor Whisk. People call me Whiskey.”
Somehow, even after their disaster of a first meeting, Eric becomes a staple of Whiskey’s bookstore-slash-bar. Most nights find Eric in the corner sofa, a glass of red wine in hand, grading papers for the kids he student teaches.
On a slow night, Whiskey sits next to him, reading through new releases he wants to stock.
Eric’s head hits the back of the sofa.
“Why can’t I just become an electrician?”
Whiskey snorts. “That’d be too predictable. Also, you clearly adore children. You’ll make a great teacher.”
“You’ve never seen me with a child in your life, Connor.” Eric groans.
“Trust me, I just know.”
Not that Whiskey was ever planning on telling him how.
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The day that Whiskey meets Jack Zimmerman, the lights go off again.
This time metaphorically.
It’s a busy Wednesday night, which puts it right between a quiet Saturday and an overwhelming Monday. Ford and Tango from upstairs are arguing over a game of scrabble; Ransom laughs at them from above his post-rotation beer, hand on Holster’s knee. Dex and Bitty are finishing a diagram of the best way to rewire the bar lights to save energy while still providing ample lighting. Nurse helps stack chairs after his poetry reading. A couple other folks float in and out of the store, occasionally stopping to ask a question. And Whiskey is hovering around all of them, making sure everyone is satisfied.
The seating area is small, so when a stupidly handsome man wearing a godawful black tracksuit walks in, everyone notices.
Grad student… maybe? He’s here for history? Queer Theory? Well, he’ll get more of the latter, but he’ll see that out soon enough. No alcohol. I’ll make some tea in the back after I check in with everyone.
“Excuse me?” Eric leans forward, bridge of his nose crinkled in interest.
“What?” Whiskey asks, picking up the empty glasses on the low coffee table.
“You just started talking about Queer Theory and tea?” Eric says. “I wasn’t hallucinating was I?”
Dex shakes his head. “Nope, I heard it too.”
Whiskey’s stomach drops. “Uh, nothing, just restocking the shelves.”
“If you say so.” Eric is completely unconvinced, but is too polite to push the subject in public.
Yellow.
The echo of desire floats from among the shelves. The new customer’s hands rest on a book, the cover a bright canary, and Whiskey smiles.
With that, he leaves Eric to his drink to help the customers that are reclining against the bar.
About 5 minutes later, the customer had taken a seat at one of the couches in the reading corner, setting the book on the coffee table between him and Bitty.
“Do you mind?” Whiskey, hears him ask. Bittle’s face is flushed.
“Not at all! On second thought, let me move my mess so you don’t have to be competing with… whatever this book is-” Eric waves animatedly at the pile that had been forming in front of him.
Whiskey barely restrains himself from snorting.
Bittle hurriedly shoves his work into a stack and then escapes to the bar counter, “Good Lord, it’s a good thing that man dresses like a russian mobster because if he paired his face with nice clothes, it’d be over for the rest of us.
Ford, two seats down, snorts into her coffee mug.
“This is a small shop, Bits.” Whiskey laughs, “Careful with the volume.”
“Honey, this is New England. I travelled 3,000 miles to be unabashedly loud and gay. This is a queer bookstore for God’s sake.”
“You can say what you want, just know that the object of your unabashedness can probably hear you,” Whiskey says.
They look over to the man in the corner and sure enough, his eyes are on the both of them, a deep furrow in the middle. The intensity of his gaze and the concerned frown on his lips seem to indicate anger. But Connor feels something else.
It hadn’t been the book.
Oh.
OH.
Yellow.
It smells like Quebec in the summer (had he ever been to Quebec?), and feels like a long car trip, singing into the wind, stealing ears of corn from the farmer’s field, grilling it over a campfire at night. There is expensive whiskey and cheap beer on his lips, elation.
Yellow like the afternoon sun reflecting against the pond in winter. Blinding and exhilarating, flying with no sense of direction and no hope of stopping.
“You.” Whiskey whispers.
He can’t hear if Eric responds, his head still filled with desires not his own. It takes him another moment to come into the present, shaking his head subtly to remove the extra noise.
“Connor? Are you alright?” Eric says, gently laying a hand on his arm.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just caught up for a moment.”
“You sure?”
“Just a side effect. I try not to go that deeply but some people suck me in.”
“Oh I knew it! You are a telepath!” Eric whispers excitedly. “Did I tell you my PawPaw once-”
Whiskey cuts Eric off, running an embarrassed hand through his hair. “No, no. I definitely can’t read people’s minds. But, uhhh. I can see what they… love?”
Eric’s eyes widened. “My Lord.” There’s a reverent sparkle in them that Whiskey can’t explain. “You have a Love Gift. That’s something special. Much more special than electricity.”
Whiskey rolls his eyes. “Sure. Really special. I can’t do anything but tell what drink someone wants before they order.”
“It’s a real shame you think that way, Connor.” Eric shakes his head. “Well, now I know how you’ve managed to draw us all here like flies to a sty.”
“Isn’t it flies to honey-”
“Think about it. All of us were floating around, not from the same place or backgrounds. Some with gifts and many without, but now we’re here. Together. That’s because of you.”
Eric saunters back to the couch, oblivious to the distress rising in Whiskey’s chest.
“Hey, Ford. You mind watching front of house for a second?” Connor manages to say before he loses his breath completely, slipping into the back room before receiving a response.
The phone is clammy in his hands, but, like clockwork, she picks up on the second ring.
“Amor?”
“Mom.
“Que está acontecendo, filho? Você ‘tá no trabalho?”
“Mom, I did it again.”
There’s no sound on the other end of the phone for a brief moment. When his mother’s voice comes back on the line, he feels his breath release.
“Okay, I can talk now. Tell me everything.”
“Well, there’s a group of people that come to the store a lot. And I like them, mom. I like all of them. But Eric-”
“That’s the Southern boy, right?”
“Yes Mom, but Eric found out about my Gift today. And he said that everyone is here because of me. It’s my fault. It’s like college all over again.”
“Did he say he didn’t want to be there?”
“No but-”
“Did he say anything about being in love with you- romantically I mean.”
“No, that’s not-”
“Then this doesn’t sound anything like what happened back then.”
Connor takes a few deep breaths. “Mom, I don’t know what to do with this Gift,” he barely whispers into the phone.
A few more seconds pass.
“This may not be my place. You are a grown man now and can make your own decisions. But my love? You need to get your head out of your ass.”
Whiskey stops, shocked. “What?”
The voice on the line is firm, like the earth she manipulates. “I am your mother. I would give you the world, make it kind and easy. But I can’t. You told me, all of seventeen shaking years old that you were bisexual and ace and I let you make the choice to tell others on your own. You received your Gift and kept it on your own. And then when you transferred out east and graduated and started your own business- you did that on your own too. If you want to live the rest of your life away from others, separated by your fear, that is a choice you also make on your own.”
A deep sigh breaks the tension across the line and when his mother speaks again, her tone is gentle.
“I am here for you now, whatever you need, but that won’t always be true. What happened in college was awful, amor. Love magic is a powerful, dangerous thing. But you are not that scared young boy anymore. You are building a new home with new people. And that requires you to love, filho. Love. Love yourself and others and let them love you too.”
Whiskey feels the wet lines running down his cheeks before he realizes he’s crying.
“Thank you mom. I love you.”
“Eu te amo também. Agora, faz uma decisão. E chama-me mais frequente, eu sinto falta da sua voz.”
When Connor comes out of the back room a couple minutes later, he does so with his Gift wide open. And the hearts of the people in the space are so bright, he can’t even see the lights.
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on my old DA from earlier this year, I did a tag
time to see how my old answers have changed :)
tag is under the cut because im not evil
1: Is there a boy/girl in your life?
Yep!
2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?
Nope.
3: What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”
Ruff
4: What’s something you really want right now?
Cheesecake
5: Are you afraid of falling in love?
Not really
6: Do you like the beach?
Yes
7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?
Jes I have
8: What’s the background on your cell?
My boyfriend c:
9: Name the last four beds you sat on?
Mine, uhm my parents, my cousins and uhm my other cousins
10: Do you like your phone?
yeah its chill
11: Honestly, are things going the way you planned?
No, but it'd be boring if it did
12: Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?
uhm i dont remember
13: Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler?
a rottweiler
14: Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?
emotional pain
15: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?
a zoo!
16: Are you tired?
yeah
17: How long have you known your 1st phone contact?
OKAY so my 1st phone contact is my boyfriend and I’ve known him roughly 9 months
18: Are they a relative?
Nope
19: Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?
No lol I’m good with my boo
20: When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?
Just a second ago
21: If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?
definitely.
22: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
I would kiss them until their lips fell off
23: How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?
1 if you dont count a rubber band
24: Is there a certain quote you live by?
“try not to mistake, what you have with what you hate, it could leave come the morning!” -Matchbox Twenty, How Far We’ve Come
25: What’s on your mind?
My boyfriend is so cute I wish I had somebody to just spam with pics of my bf
26: Do you have any tattoos?
Nope
27: What is your favorite color?
Black, red and white
28: Next time you will kiss someone on the lips?
Next time I see my boyfriend
29: Who are you texting?
My boyfriend (he’s my only friend rip)
30: Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?
Uhm yes
31: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?
YEP.
32: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?
Help I’m genderfluid. (Sex- I have one or two guy friends)
33: Do you think anyone has feelings for you?
I would hope my bf does
34: Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?
Many times. (It never bothered me or made me feel special until I started hearing my boyfriend babble about my eyes at 2 am when he’s sleepy. The cutest thing I stg)
35: Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?
I would cry and then beat whoever the f--- is kissing my boo
36: Were you single on Valentines Day?
Feb. of 2017, I was ;-;
37: Are you friends with the last person you kissed?
YES
38: What do your friends call you?
Atlas, Cammy, Cam (Cam is my birth name *belch*)
39: Has anyone upset you in the last week?
Yeah :/
40: Have you ever cried over a text?
Yep
41: Where’s your last bruise located?
On my neck ;) (IM KIDDING I THINK MY HAND)
42: What is it from?
Colorguard
43: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?
Earlier today
44: Who was the last person you were on the phone with?
My friend Katelyn
45: Do you have a favorite pair of shoes?
Yes
46: Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?
I will try, but my school dress code doesn't allow hats so I usually wear it up in a ponytail
47: Would you ever go bald if it was the style?
Nah
48: Do you make supper for your family?
No, we all make our own food
49: Does your bedroom have a door?
Si
50: Top 3 web-pages?
Tumblr, Twitter, and The Sims Resource because im a cc no life
51: Do you know anyone who hates shopping?
Yes I do
52: Does anything on your body hurt?
My back because I have to slouch in this chair to see my computer screen
53: Are goodbyes hard for you?
Depends
54: What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?
Uhm... a soda ;-;
55: How is your hair?
Silky for once
56: What do you usually do first in the morning?
Check my phone to see how long I have to “get ready” (/sleep)
57: Do you think two people can last forever?
Yeah, if their love and loyalty is real and strong.
58: Think back to January 2007, were you single?
Well I had just turned 4, so I assume so.
59: Green or purple grapes?
Green
60: When’s the next time you will give someone a BIG hug?
When I see my boyfriend because I never get to see him so I always give him like giant bear hugs
61: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?
Yeah. Far, Far away from here.
62: When will be the next time you text someone?
After my boyfriend gets out of the shower (oh my god I have no friends)
63: Where will you be 5 hours from now?
Probably asleep or babbling to my boyfriend about how I want to transfer schools already
64: What were you doing at 8 this morning.
dying (well said, old me)
65: This time last year, can you remember who you liked?
Yes, I was head over heels for one of my guy friends
66: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?
There are many
67: Did you kiss or hug anyone today?
Do my dogs count?
68: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?
I have exams tomorrow.
69: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?
Many times
70: How many windows are open on your computer?
2. (This page and also my tumblr page)
71: How many fingers do you have?
I'm not sure...
72: What is your ringtone?
The default ringtone
73: How old will you be in 5 months?
15
74: Where is your Mum right now?
In her room sleeping probably
75: Why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?
Because we broke up woooaah
76: Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?
Nope
77: Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?
Like one person
78: Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?
7th grade? Yes
79: Is there anyone you know with the name Mike?
I don't know anyone personally with that name, but I mean... Stranger Things.
80: Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?
No, but I've woken up in someones arms < THAT WAS OLD ME OMG POOR BABY FALLING ASLEEP IN SOMEONES ARMS IS SO NICE AND CUDDLY AND WARM FUDGE
81: How many people have you liked in the past three months?
ONE c:
82: Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?
Well... no
83: Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
Yes c:
84: You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?
I would never yell at hot people. Hot people are intimidating.
85: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care?
Yes!
86: What was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?
I had to awkwardly smile at my boyfriend and his parents as I snuggled in his jacket cause I was freezing.
87: Who was your last received call from?
My friend Kate
88: If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?
Yeah, and then my friends would do it too so we'd have like, 3000 dollars.
89: What is something you wish you had more of?
Friends
90: Have you ever trusted someone too much?
yes
91: Do you sleep with your window open?
nah
92: Do you get along with girls?
No girls are mean (trust me I’m biologically female)
93: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?
Not that I know of
94: Does sex mean love?
okay this depends. in the way most people will think, no. But like, if you've been in a relationship for a while and want children then I think that's pretty dang lovey.
95: You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?
Nah we’d probably just keep making out
96: Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?
No
97: Did you sleep alone this week?
No I have my doggos
98: Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?
Yes
99: Do you believe in love at first sight?
Meh
100: Who was the last person that you pinky promise?
Oh gosh I don't remember
#oh my god im too obsessed with my boyfriend#who wants to be my friend#i need more friends i have only one#ts4#sims#sims 4#aspacedragon
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