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brooklynislandgirl · 2 months

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Valentine's Application:

NAME: Luka O'Rían

AGE: 34

DO YOU LIKE TO CUDDLE?: yes

CAN WE MAKE-OUT?: Y E S

A NIGHT IN OR DINNER OUT?: which e'er one ye loi'ke.

WHIP CREAM OR CHOCOLATE SYRUP?: Whip cream chocolate can kill me.

CHOCOLATES AND ROSES?: Roses

WHAT MAKES YOU A GOOD VALENTINE?: OI mean well.

WOULD YOU COOK FOR ME?: aye. much as ye loi'ke.

WOULD YOU LET ME COOK FOR YOU?: aye.

WHERE WOULD YOU TAKE ME ON A DATE?: quiet dinner...maybe o wee bi' o' dancin' at ye favorite club after.

WHO’S PAYING?: me.

WHAT DID YOU GET ME FOR VALENTINE’S DAY?:

Better Together || -

She'd sent him the quiz because she thought it was funny and because Luka was still out at sea and would be for some months yet. A far more sincere letter, hand written on artisan paper and a king's ransom worth of gifts for him and his team would be finding their way to his FPO first thing tomorrow morning after she gets up and out of the house. Granted, she would be shipping it out a month early but considering the slowness of military mail, she'll be lucky if he gets it within a week or two of his actual birthday. Some of the gifts were nebulous. A renewal of his audio and e-book subscriptions, his music. Little things that can be done so he doesn't have to worry about them. There's coffee beans pre ground and toffee candy. Snacks, the last three books he's mentioned he wanted to read, a treasure trove to share with his team so he can get some peace. Others have to wait for him to get home. The brand new Alaskan King bed so he doesn't have to squeeze into a rack made for a man much smaller. Luxurious sheets that feel like will feel like clouds against his skin and the comforter that he can wrap around him from head to toe. And there might be something soft and satin with touches of lace that technically belongs on her, but she knows he'll enjoy…especially if he's allowed to trail his fingers all over it. She's in his apartment when her phone pings and she's quick to check it. It's a limited voice mail, but a surprise none the less. She smiles at the first few answers. He leaves off the title of Lieutenant, and she can forgive him. She smiles when he puts his age; they're both turning thirty-five this year, Luka in March and Beth in June. If he could only see the lingerie she'd purchased, he'd realise that maybe cuddling would be the prelude to deeper understanding of one another. Or something poetic like that.

He's a valiant man trying to give her options like she cares one way or the other. She does. With him having been gone so long, the idea of spending a night in, or even a weekend, sounds wonderful. Besides, they live in New York. Anything they could want is already in house, or can be delivered with minimal effort. She has always known chocolate was off the table and besides, she prefers vanilla-whipped cream. What she doesn't particularly care for is how easy it was for him to go with roses, but for obvious reasons, she's going to allow it, just once. Luka is modest and doesn't answer the goodness of his candidacy, which may actually be the best answer he can give. He doesn't espouse love undying because they both know they don't make promises they can't keep. Neither one of them can tell what the next day will bring and so they don't really look to a future that might not exist for them. Teetering on the edge of melancholy, she moves quickly on and listens to the next bits. They bring a grudging smile to her lips. Luka can cook decently, it's true though he doesn't consider it an art-form like her brother does. Doesn't make his efforts any the less. And the fact that he says however unenthusiastically that he'd let her cook for him, and she knows he'd actually eat it if she did? Makes him pretty sweet. She would never torture him like that. The date sounds lovely and if that's what he wants? She'll go along with it. Honestly, she just wants to have some time with him however much she can get as moments like that are few and far between. And of course she'd let him pay for it. She doesn't want to step on his…feelings… just because of the difference in their financial circles. That's where the audio cuts off and she doesn't take away any hurt from it. It's enough that he even had a couple minutes just to talk to her. She doesn't really expect gifts at all. And she certainly doesn't expect a sound coming his living room. "Jay?" she calls out. Her brother's on post, and no one else would think to look for her in his apartment, across the street from her own. She comes out of the bedroom, ready to call 911. The first thing she notices is the cardboard shark. Big as her purse give or take, cartoonish. It wasn't there when she got here and so part of her thrills to see it but another part… the small hairs at the back of her neck stand up. Beside it is cutest take on a cat-shark she's ever seen. Only a few people know that these small sharks ~order Carcharhiniformes~ are one of her favourites. She nearly jumps out of her skin when she feels a slithering around her neck, and the heavy whale-shark body comes to rest against her breast, bouncing with the heave of her chest and her short, shrill shriek. She turned like a small tornado and was already mid-punch when she realises there's only one person she is so relatively small in comparison. It takes her brain long seconds to catch up with the situation. Fortunately, he takes it with good nature that she ends up hitting him ineffectually twice more before her fingers clench into his shirt. "Lulu!" He's grinning like a demon.

"Lá Fhéile Vailintín faoi mhaise duit, Beagáinín."

#Mahalo!Crow <333 #Wave over Wave|Seal Luka O' Rian #Sea over Bow|Luka and Beth #Letters from Home|Travelling Soldier au #Brooklyn Stories|New York

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brooklynislandgirl · 2 years

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~*~ She could smell them almost the instant Andy appeared in her bedroom doorway with the distinctive box. They aren't exactly Leonard's but what they are is an entire half-dozen fresh malasadas. Breathing deeply, Beth could even tell that they are lilikoi filled. There's something earthy, sweet, and floral all at once that even pastry cream can't quite filter out. She pushes back her covers and half imagines herself rising from bed like those in one of those old cartoons, drifting along the air currents of warm, mouth-watering scented bliss, eyes closed in a trance. What Andy sees though is her running over on the tips of her toes, absolutely enthralled by the box. She makes what he might call 'gimme-gimme' fingers and she's just about to lean up and kiss his cheek when he shakes his head. "Don't thank me, your Sasquatch sent them. I don't know how, fucker's on a boat in the middle of not-on-my-watch." Beth blinks. And again, more slowly. "Wha?" But does the question stop her from grabbing one and shoving the entire thing into her mouth, so her cheeks are puffed out like a chipmonk's? No, no it doesn't. "He sent me some shit for you so that it would get to you on time, but this is blowing my mind. I didn't know anyone around here even made this shit. Liliha's the best though." "Bite me, Leonards." Or at least that's what it would have been if her mouth wasn't stuffed with malasada. They grudge glare at one another before at the same time they both agree in unison. "Kamehameha Bakery." Then her eyes narrow again."You said...sent you da kine?" "I'm not supposed to let you have it until he calls." They both know for him to be able to send a call home, he's moved heaven and earth, and probably owes a few favours. It goes unspoken that his rank probably helped.Beth knew going into this whole thing that life would be hard. That she and Luka would not always get to be together to celebrate milestones and anniversaries, that they would go up to a year at a time absent of one another. It is a hard life and takes its toll, which is why it's called service and duty, and why so many relationships end so quickly. Why the one left at home so often seeks comfort and support in someone else, though the service person isn't always spotless in that regard. She knows Andy and Luka are different, but she is too. Having been raised in the life and having so many responsibilities on her own narrow shoulders, she often doesn't have time to miss him in the moment, and it isn't til the end of the day that it hits her how long he's been gone, or how far away and dangerous his life is. "Yeah, okay." So they spend the rest of her birthday doing sibling things, and while walking through Central Park, Andy snaps a couple pictures that are in keeping with the rules of just what Luka is allowed to receive, none of them in any way risque. But the entire time, she's distracted. The anxiety of waiting only mounting as time got closer and closer. Eventually, she's settled at the dining table, laptop set up and ready to go. And while there's skips, delays, freezes, it is when he smiles and wishes her happy birthday that Andy enacts the other part of the plan. He brings her the dessert that was promised, a little snail of vanilla custard ice cream, white chocolate, raspberries, a caramelised brown sugar branch. She blows out the candle for Luka, and they both know what her wish is, even if it isn't spoken aloud. She opens the gift, and immediately puts on the jewelry which sparkles against her tawny skin, purple and sea blues. Luka makes her promise to further still wait until later to read the letter. She agrees, if reluctantly.The rest of the next few minutes are spent making promises and talking soft, inconsequential things. But just before he's cut off, she asks... "How even did'ja sen me malasadas?" He smiles. "Jayden's a roc-" The screen goes blank.

#submission #Mahalo!Crow <333 #Wave over Wave|Seal Luka O'Rian #Sea over Bow|Luka and Beth #Beth Birthday Ever|2022 #Honourable Mention|Jay Morgan #okay so it's super late but I love it and you <3

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brooklynislandgirl · 2 years

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[ Text to Apples ] I thought ya might like a weekend outta the city. Pick ya up after work? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Beth is in the middle of her PACE review, when the text comes in. "Mrs Maldonado, age 81, described feeling a 'sharp pain' over her heart, does not radiate-" Out there where the moon hits the water "And rated an 8/10. Pain began about thirty minutes ago and-" Out there where your lips hit mine I don't know where we are Cause somebody stole the street signs I'ma take my sweet time She juggles her clipboard to retrieve her phone and hits mute. "Thinks she is having a heart attack, though she reported no history of heart disease or hypertension. Doctor Clark is signing off on..." And so it goes for nine more patients, and she doesn't seem to even remember it being her birthday, or even that she'd gotten the text by the time she gets to her locker. Finds the birthday balloon bouquet that her coworkers pitched into give her. As she's applying fresh deodorant before putting on civilian clothes, Pam glances over. "So, Cutie Mechanic got something special planned for your week off?" "I...ah...oh, oh man." She digs her phone out again and reads the text. She glances at the other nurse, and smiles. "Yeah, I...I guess he does." "When are you gonna make it official?" Beth blinks. "Because I don't think you can say you're just friends if he wants to take you away for the weekend." Beth's smile has a few too many teeth. "That's because you've never been friends with a man a day in your life." There's a little more banter before she's allowed to text back. {Text: Nakia} That sounds wonderful. Meet you out front. And she means it. What she also knows is maybe, just maybe they do need to have a talk, likely on the ride up to wherever he's got planned. She finishes dressing and grabs both her bag and her balloons. She should have known the time she's running late is the one time Baz Barton shows up on time. His orange pick-up stands out amongst the employee parking ~he gets to take a spot because she always takes the subway~ and it makes her smile. She settles against him in a hug, already starting to apologise for being late when he reaches up to tug on a lock of her hair. "Hey-hey Apps? Yeah, hi." She stands tip-toe and kisses his cheek. "Hi."

#submission #Mahalo!Crow <333 #Baz Barton|A Different Kind of Knight #The Clockwork Knight and His Sugar Spun Faery|Baz and Beth #Beth Birthday Ever|2022

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brooklynislandgirl · 2 months

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Have you ever been completely turned off by something your bed partner did?

A Little Light/A Little Dark || -

As is often the case when they spend time together like this, Beth was off in her own inner world, quietly working on a new needlework pattern ~butterflies flitting among wildflowers, perhaps manifesting her yearning for the start of spring, and it's growing season~ while he tinkered with something on his work bench. She doesn't really know what it is or how it's supposed to work, though she suspects that it's a part for his bike or for his truck. One of which is named after his favourite caretaker, the other after a lost love. Or at least so she thinks, and she can't really remember which is which. Sometimes details escape her just like words take more effort for him than anyone else, including her. Which is saying a lot. So maybe that's why she's surprised when he breaks the nearly hour long silence with what she knows to be a question by virtue of his voice ticking up at the end as if to punctuate it with a question mark. She's mortified to have to ask him three times to repeat himself, each subsequent request burning a hole from inside out and making the situation worse by setting off a ringing in her ears. Still, it's enough to put it together in a way she can answer. Her eyes falter from his face and back to the stitch half-finished. She gathers the thread, tucks in the linen and sets her hoop aside. Then her hands fold into her lap. She doesn't bother looking back up. "I don' have dat kine of experience," she begins slowly and she shrugs. The ringing is no longer alone because the rush of her blood sounds like the sea now, too. "But I have been out before on wha' I believe was a dat, only t' be aks where Andy is, if he gonna be late, an' so on. So I guess…if you wanna date him, den like mebbe don' make it seem like ya interest in me, yeah? S'confusin' a' best an just cruel a' worst. Why you aks?"

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brooklynislandgirl · 1 year

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How important are apologies, to your muse? Do they have to be aloud?

Tell Me No Questions... || Accepting "Don't." She's lost count how many times they've done this. One or the other biting so deep they chip teeth on emotional bone. Feels like they have even sucked out marrow a couple times, and those whole metaphor turns her stomach, as a pescatarian. She doesn't even get why he's apologising. Are they ever really sorry or is this now how they achieve catharsis? What probably makes it worse is that it's almost always about Andy. Like he isn't already the centre of everyone's universe to begin with. There are days she wishes she was an only child. There are some where she wishes she hadn't been born at all. That Baz would just go away. He wishes she would, too. She knows it. She's seen the look on his face. Right now, he just looks like he's been kicked in the... ...gut. She'd told him Andy was out on a date the minute she opened the door. Told him to leave a note or a voicemail. Left him standing there, his jaw pumping away like pistons in an engine, so she could crawl back into the Pearl Jam shaped cave she was trying to lose herself in. But before she could pick up one single, gutteral Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...

He puts hands on her. Forces her chin up gently, makes her clash green-on-blue. "You don't get to do this, Beth," he says. Every word as painfully clear as when she has to speak to the Admiral. "Like you gonna sto-" He actually growls. Grinding his molars. Too doo doo doo...

"...Said I was sorry." She knows. She knows. She's so sick of knowing. ..Too doo doo doo.

"Jus' take i'. Ain't really m'thing anyway." He puts the little black takeaway dish in her lap, its clear plastic lid letting her get a good good view of the most pathetic spam musubi she's ever seen. The meat too dark. The rice not exactly sticky and already starting to disintegrate. But the strip of nori is as good as it can be. She can smell the shoyu. Her jaw tightens. Maybe secretly, he wants her to starve. "Den why you eat it inna first place?! How did ya nevah see it was mine?! Since wen Andy evah have left ovah?" The word Haole is on the tip of her tongue. "F'fuck sakes, APPS!"

#Mahalo!Crow <333 #Of Apples and Oranges #Crash this verse #She's Talking to Angels {Bethisms}#Making Wishes on Passing Cars|Answered Asks #Brooklyn Stories|New York

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brooklynislandgirl · 1 year

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If your muse was evicted from their home with no warning, today, where would they go? What would they do?

Tell Me No Questions... || Accepting Firelight plays in her hair, chases each strand with the shimmer of sunset as she sits on the floor, knees hugged tightly to her chest, her back to the hearth's warmth; proof that the dark silk of it isn't as black as it can sometimes seem. A hint of Celtic ancestry she doesn't seem to particularly relish or point out. Outside the wind saws through the trees and sounds like the baying of wolves if one listens to closely to it. Oil lamps occasionally flicker in the draft between some of the chinks between the logs, long ago weathered by long holler summers. She keeps apologising for it, saying she'll someday get around to fixing it. She says that about a lot of things but the thing that's most prevalent is that her somedays never seem to come. She looks up at him with those riverstone eyes and the shadows beneath them give her a haunted sort of expression. For a moment all the grit that has rubbed him the wrong way, all the smartness of her mouth seems to fall away, and even though they seem to be about the same age as each other, she looks so much smaller, younger...fragile. "Homes are only temporary, ya know. Some day not a stick'er stone of this place'll still be standin'. All eaten up by th'earth. Take with it the stories an' the ghosts, an' it'll be like it once was, before a body ever set foot on it." Grim as it is, there's actually a touch of hope in her pronouncement, like it's a wish worth sharing. Then, comes the spark. The one he's felt the bite of before, that first night he tripped over the place. "Like t' see 'em try, I tell you what. Done it before, I'm told, long before I was born. Men from oil companies, from mining ones. Buyin' up all'a th' hollers they could for pennies on the dollar. Generations packin' up an' movin' other places before everything once their's got stripped from the soil. Diggin' so deep into Grandmother's bones that the scars won't never heal. But not here. We won' let 'em. She...the land...ain't for sale, no matter how pretty the promises. Not the rivers, or the skies, neither." She shakes her head though and turns her head, her face, away from him, resting a cheek on her knees. Out of sight she closes her eyes and feels them burn with tears no one will see her shed. "But if somethin' happened like you say...I..." She doesn't know. There really isn't anywhere to go. She could try and make a peace to stay a night or two up in the caves with her feral kin, but she's still human and she's not exactly welcome there. And if she could be run off the mountain? Means those who would offer her shelter have already sacrificed themselves for the cause. Which means she has nowhere to go. Town don't need a granny woman with no city skills. She's got no people who aren't really up in the hills with her. She shrugs, heart heavy and hurting. The it occurs to her, something powerful. A sort of epiphany, if she even knew what that word mean. "S'what you feel like, ain't it?"

#Mahalo!Crow <333 #She's Talking to Angels {Bethisms}#Deeper than the Holler|Baz and Beth #Criss Angel is STILL a Douchebag|SPN verse #Smoke on the Water|Appalachia

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brooklynislandgirl · 1 year

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What’s something your muse has done, in canon or in a thread, that just makes you Love ThemTM?

Tell Me No Questions... || Accepting I think scattered just between Baz's blog and mine and it was so hard to narrow it down to my top three, my absolute favourite wtf/I love her your honour moments between them are as follows: ~*~

III. Trying to seduce Baz by doing a play-by-play of a Shark Week documentary. || Shield Verse Why? Because WHO DOES THAT ELIZABETH?!?! And in my head, that was one hundred percent said in Riley's exasperated tones. Honest to goodness, I was cry-laughing writing that because it's so weird and so specific. Worse, she knows he can't hear but a third of what she says, on a good day, so it makes no sense whatsoever. But also...that she thinks he'd even understand if he could hear all of it. It's one of those moments when it's very much the case When Dumb Meets Oblivious. But at the same time, it's absolutely on brand and weirdly probably DID put her in a romantic mood, which kind of concerns me. But we don't get to choose our muses, do we? II. The Story she tells Baz around the campfire regarding That One Time At Doctor Camp || Avatars verse. Why? Because I have absolutely no idea if she made it up on the spot {or at least the biggest part of the story, with all of the relative details} or if it actually happened. There are three muns and six muses involved in the way she told it, and none of them are sure either. Is she trying to mess with Baz? Did it actually happen? If not, why did she go that route? If it did...did she exaggerate it, or remembers it in an entirely different way? We may never know. and currently...one of my favourite moments... I. "I know what a'tape is." || Star Wars AU Because, well. You know what children are like. Especially when they get to about the equivalent age of seven or eight, and are trying to be so adult in situations that they have no idea, and therefore tend to mimic their parent/s in such a specific way. I can, and did, see her plain as day in my head. Barely tall as Baz's waist when he's standing, as opposed to her father's six-foot-plus. That utterly imperious lift of her chin that screams 'peasant' at the top of her lungs but she thinks she's so mature, so above everything. But it also points out that her education isn't as flawless as she might think. It points out what future Keni will be like when she has to double-down on a bluff check when the stakes are so far higher than one man's opinion. It points out that only children tend to be very lonely and will use any excuse to be a part of a grown-up's world, especially one willing to give them attention. I have to give Baz huge credit for not laughing in her face and being far kinder than Rel would have, if he'd been there to witness her. She might be her father's daughter, but she's definitely going to end up dad's girl.

#Mahalo!Crow <333 #The Turtle Speaks|Mun Answered Asks #A Clockwork Knight and His Sugar-Spun Faery|Baz and Beth #Animal Instinct|Baz and Beth {temp tag}#He Knows It'll Be Worth It|Baz and Melakeni

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brooklynislandgirl · 2 years

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ROMANTIC SUNDAY!

Sometimes even he craves attention. Physical touch. Granted the number of people he wishes such things from he can count entirely upon one hand. But right now that isn't a bother or a concern. Not that it ever really is--as one bare foot after the other carries him silent across the floor. Willing the floorboards not to creak until he passes over onto smooth marble. Arms that snake around her middle, a nose that finds territory to bury itself in at her neck. And he breathes. Perhaps freely for the first time all day. Drawn in deep and held close. The kind of breath that squares shoulders so often hunched beneath things he doesn't talk about to anybody but Beth. Beth that's all the good things in life rolled into one. Sunshine and rain. Snow that rolls in a day before Christmas. Said holiday lights, and hot coffee. Sweeter things too. Things nobody else needs to know about but the two of them. Things that may or may not lead away from the just enough strength behind it to leave its mark bite he leaves before words escape along with his breath.

"Missed ya."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ...and steal a heart...

October’s politely waiting its turn but there’s a chill to the evenings now that takes the sting out of the darkening days. She pairs it with a fire in the hearth. Whether it's to bring an inviting warmth or to fill the space with a light that won’t go out when the power flickers ~old buildings do that, she says, when they get tired~ doesn’t really matter. Bread is in the oven baking, Irish stew simmers away in the crockpot, made from scratch by her cook, and a bottle of her favourite red sits on the counter, open and breathing. She sets the knife in hand down on the cutting board where she’s dicing up vegetables for the salad when she feels him come into her space. Beth doesn’t have to turn, doesn’t have to hear him call out. Baz is every bit as much of this place as she is, now. It feels like a lifetime since they’d met in the hanger. Has it only been six years? None of that matters though when he presses close, entwining his arms about her the way ivy clings to brick; he’s not as soft, she’s not as stiff but the imagery in her head remains. She smells like cookies and tropical fruit, a hint of cinnamon. She always does and she can feel him draw her scent into his lungs the way she tastes the tang of motor oil, the pumice crushed-stone soap that pairs well with warm, clean cotton, a touch of heated metal, and a hint of melted caramel, which brings a smile to her face as all she can think is candied apples. Instinctively she tilts her head when she can feel his lips close to brushing her skin and soon enough the sink of teeth that never quite breaks the skin though it could, if he wanted to. So close to his ear she purrs in pleasure; Beth has always loved the feel of teeth on her flesh, love bites, courtship rituals. It speaks to her in ways his words can’t. And she answers him in a way he’d catch better. Her arms come down to rest on his. To hold him in place while she turns in his grasp only to brush the most chaste kiss to his lips, barely a brush before she smiles. “Same-same.” Fingers trail up his forearm, across the plaid sleeve covering one bicep, and into his hair, tucking the sherry coloured strands back behind his ear. “Dinnah gonna be ready in half hour. F’ya wanna sit on da couch, I’ll bring ya drink.”

#submission #Mahalo!Crow <333 #Baz Barton|A Different Kind of Knight #The Clockwork Knight and the Sugar Spun Fairy|Baz and Beth #Agents of SHIELD|AU #Brooklyn Stories|New York

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brooklynislandgirl · 2 years

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(homeless!wod) LOOK INTO MY EYES

Eye of the Beholder || Accepting

I SEE:

YOU’RE:

YOU:

#Mahalo!Crow <333 #Long Lost|Billy Manderly {Riley}#The Lamb and his Shepherd Girl|Billy and Beth #Dirty Little Secrets|Homeless Sibling AU

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brooklynislandgirl · 2 years

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(Caillte) LOOK INTO MY EYES

Eye of the Beholder || Accepting

I SEE:

YOU’RE:

YOU:

#Mahalo!Crow <333 #macdiari #James Dean is Just Fine for Me|Lorcan Sweeney #We'll Hide Out in Private Rooms|Lorcan and Beth #Caillte|Rock Star AU

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~*~ Maria is so very proud of herself when she puffs her chest out and plants her fists on her hips, every bit her father's child in form if not stature. When she tells Beth that she'd been in charge of the planning and that they had an amazing day mapped out for their family of three, because "It's your birthday, Beth!" She can't help but smile at the little girl then glance up at Luka, an amused but also knowing look. She wonders how much input he had in this, how much of a hand beyond the financing Maria allowed him. The goofy grin tells her either way it doesn't matter and that father and daughter were simply pleased to celebrate. Beth takes a moment to exchange work clothes for something more comfortable when Maria tells her she's overdressed. Coney Island. They start and end in the Luna Park, where Beth's favourite two rides, the Clipper and the Carousel reside. The wristbands they get allow them to have free-run of the park and between there's the rainbow popcorn and the mile-tall drinks, the Nathan stands and so on.It's full dark before they end up returning home and Maria insists on two things as Luka carries her up the stairs; that Beth has to open her gift first and that they eat her cake for breakfast. A silent set of looks exchanged between her and Luka and she agrees to this. The gift turns out to be a beautifully illustrated copy of the Princess Bride, Beth's favourite book. After changing into her pyjamas, brushing her teeth and washing her face and being tucked in by her father, Maria waits for Beth to start reading. They manage three chapters before the little girl is fast asleep, wiped out by the fullness of the day. If she's honest, so is Beth. Her limbs are heavy when she takes off her new necklace and earrings. When Luka starts to turn off the birthday banner, she asks him softly to leave it on and offers him a soft kiss. "Aye, luv, as ye wish." She crawls into bed beside him, and rests her head on his shoulder. "Mahalo for all of it, Lu'a. It was incredible."

#Mahalo!Crow <333 #Detective Dad|Luka O'Ryan #Iceberg|Luka and Beth #Tiny Dancer|Maria O'Ryan #Beth Birthday Ever|2022

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brooklynislandgirl · 2 years

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~*~

Janine the triage is the first to notice the necklace, but the woman had an eagle eye.

"Birthday gift, honey?"

Beth smiles and nods.

"Mmrmm. That's a giraffe. Used to seein' you covered in sharks. You finally decide to trade up to mammals?"

She's quick to pat Beth on the back when she half-breathes her coffee. When she can speak again, she says "Something like dat."

There's cupcakes in the lounge, and small cards and gifts from the rest of the nurses. The best gift though is when Geoffrey comes in an two hours early and corners her in the lounge to get a rundown on her notes. He brushes his knuckles against her cheek. Reminds her that she was there covering for him when his husband broke a leg skiing in Vermont.

"Whoever put those stars in your eyes and makes you smile like that? He's worth getting you out of here. Bring me back a souvenir."

It doesn't occur to Beth how he knows until she's already in the parking lot, dangling nearly a foot off the ground, with Billy's arm around her waist to keep her from slipping. And then he kisses her and she doesn't really think at all.

The next time she's aware that other people exist is when they are sitting in First Class. Even if there's space between the passengers, and it's far quieter than it would have been in coach, it's too loud of Beth. Paired with her terror of flying and the sensory overload the only thing she could do is press her face into the side of his chest, shaking subtly.

Billy wraps his arms around her and leans down, murmuring sweet and soft things into her hair, promising that nothing was ever going to happen, nothing would hurt her. Whether it is the specific tone of his voice or a twisting of the tapestry that worked his enlightened science upon her is impossible to say but whatever the trick, it works. She settles and soothes and spends most of the long flights curled up against him.

She finally wakes up as he's carrying her over the threshold of their private bungalow. She doesn't know how he manages to do it. Their luggage is already sitting in the closet waiting to be unpacked. The table on the balcony is set with a romantic breakfast for two, including mango mimosas. How did he even know that is her favourite? Oh, and then cake.

He sets her on the end of the bed as if she's the most delicate thing in the world. "Happy Birthday, Izzy."

The food will keep.

She shifts her hips and wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him down with all her might. "Don' I get a kiss?"

#submission #Mahalo!Crow <333 #Cloak and Dagger|Billy Manderly {Riley}#The Ties that Bind|Billy and Beth #Beth Birthday Ever|2022 #{{sorry it took so long to post it!}}

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brooklynislandgirl · 2 years

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(seal) LOOK INTO MY EYES

Eye of the Beholder || Accepting

I SEE:

YOU’RE:

YOU:

#Mahalo!Crow <333 #Wave over Wave|Luka O'Rian #Sea Over Bow|Seal Luka and Beth #Letters from Home|Travelling Soldier AU

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💗 What advice would they give a potential partner about making their relationship last if they could with no judgment?

It Came From The Lost Meme Lagoon || -

She's just coming off the high of her jog along the shoreline, sneakers left on their little mat by the door so as not to track sand all through the apartment. And she notes that this must be a sort of reverse situation; she the one up at ungodly hours to do basically a four-mile PT run, while he enjoys a quiet morning with coffee, the paper, breakfast. Fortunately, it was something shed' bought premade so he doesn't have to suffer the wrath of food poorly made. The first thing she grabs is water and drinks down a full glass. And this morning, she's quick. Catches every word in its own clarity, as it fell fully formed from his lips. And the way her eyes cut toward the window? The look that throws colour into her cheeks and purses her lips? She doesn't really need to speak, does she? Except she does, even if she doesn't meet Luka's eyes. "I dunno, mebbe...don't fall so in love wi' my braddah dat ya forget I even exist?" That has happened her whole life, competing just to be seen whenever Andy was around. And she doesn't blame anyone for it. He is the more exciting, the more brave, the more beautiful, the more everything between the two of them. She's lived in fascination with Andy for as long as she can remember, so how can she actually blame anyone else for becoming enamoured and enchanted by him? But she doubts Luka knows what it's like to have that constant uphill struggle of actually meeting people, making friends of them, so very rarely developing feelings only to become an afterthought. To know that you no longer matter because something bigger and shinier and more-well adjusted has come along. "Follow by understandin' dat I'm not... neurotypical. Nevah will be. Dat I'm gonna be sick all my life an' I do my best. Dat I nevah can control when I'm gonna go coco puffs, or die inside, or for how long. Dat half'a time I don't even know what's goin' on cause I no can undahstand what people are sayin' or dat it takes too long for me to work it out, it's all an exercise in frustration. Dat I am nevah gonna have children. Dat I struggle wi' relationships. Dat I'm..." That she's a mess, and suddenly she can understand why Andy is so much better.

"...I'm a mess an' probably not wort' da time an' da effort, really. An' dat I really should grab a shower. Which boils down to: No Andy, a lotta patience, deciding if a traditional family is what ya want den ya probably ought not come knock on my door, an' know dat I'm sorry."

#Mahalo!Crow <333 #Sea Over Bow|Seal Luka and Beth #Brooklyn Stories|New York #Letters from Home|Travelling Soldier AU #Making Wishes on Passing Cars|Answered Asks #mental health tw #sibling jealousy tw #infertility tw

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brooklynislandgirl · 2 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

today is the day that one of my best friends got born and i’m fucking excited about it. today marks the day you started life. i wouldn’t be a thing for another ten years. and we wouldn’t meet for…uh….mathshardokay…3…1? yes, 31 years. but you know what? your timing coming into my life was fucking masterful. i was 2 years outside having moved away from the place i grew up, for the first time in my whole life.I was lost even if i didn’t let it show. but you came along right when i needed you to. and while i can’t for the life of me remember who said hi first (im about 99.9% positive it was you because i mean…we know me bruh.) but i’m glad that it happened.

i am glad that i know you. we have been through some shit. but we have also been through some AMAZING stuff too. we’re not blood but we are family. i love you, dude.

may your birthday be the very best you have had yet.

- Crow

P.S. just remember when things are hard that…some days you’re a warrior. some days you’re a broken mess. most days you’re a bit of both. but everyday you’re here. Standing. Fighting. Trying. that counts. you count. you are beautiful. you are loved. always.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ My dude. I don’t even know where to begin. Though I am sus about all math done. And maybe a little concerned that you know. My age is mostly an open secret, and that I am an elderly crone from a long ago time that should be nothing but ash and dust and returned to the earth by tumblr standards.... >.> But I digress. It was absolutely me. and like I said the other night, you ain’t getting rid of me that easy. But yes, thank you so much for the wonderful tribute, and the enthusiasm with which it is delivered. You’re absolutely right of course and you know to quote Bobby Singer... family don’t end in blood. Or they might. Who am I to judge?

lol.

So yes, Thank you, thank you and thank you, Crow.

#Mahalo!Crow <333 #Because you know any day one of us is the koala and one of us is the Leg.#Ohana.#Turtlemun Birthday Wishes 2022

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NOPE - (ship)

Nope Patrol || Not Accepting

REALLY am not like other turtles you might meet, I'm willing to do or try anything at least once. Toxic ship? Sure. One sided ship? Would absolutely happen. Loving and kind? Fun and free? Sure. Sign me up. I am a student of human nature and I love seeing how things turn out. Even different versions of the same ship because change one thing and you change the whole story.

Things I don't enjoy, however...is short. I. I don't like "cheating" plots: It takes Beth so long to connect with someone, to recognise she's even in a ship, that it doesn't make sense for her to do this. Not only from a demisexual point of view, but because of her own morals. She is on one hand a very traditional Catholic girl, but on the other she tries to live her life as gently and with as much Aloha as possible. Making a commitment to someone then dropping it like a hot stone is NOT Aloha, especially for carnal reasons. I have accidentally found myself in one, a misunderstanding that I will take fault for because I was working on an assumption without getting clarification and it all but destroyed one of my longest and most enduring worlds.

II. Beth as an abusive person: Beth has lived a lifetime of emotional, verbal, and almost physical abuse and neglect. She jumps at her own shadow sometimes and is passive over just about everything. It takes so much just to make her realise she's angry or offended that it doesn't make sense to me that she would turn around and make it physical. That being said she won't hesitate to defend others with whatever means she has available to her {which varies, depending on verse}. Also, at the risk of sounding arrogant, I promise you I am a very intelligent and very salty/sarcastic person in real life and if pushed, I can emotionally destroy someone with a touch of a keyboard. I don't want to. This is a game. A hobby. We're all supposed to be friends, the worlds are made up and the points don't matter. So let's be friends instead. :) III. Beth and insta-sex: As I just mentioned, Beth is demisexual, has a LOT of baggage, and doesn't quite get that there is a difference between familial, platonic, and romantic love. She has slight body dysmorphia, she has more hang-ups than a telemarketer, and she isn't going to sleep with anyone at the drop of a hat. {No, really. There's a running joke with @whosxafraid and I that in one verse, our muses have been married for 10+ years and still have never sealed the deal.}. If you're looking for down and dirty smut but aren't willing to put in the work, the time to develop an actual relationship, to get to know my muse or myself, then I am afraid I am the wrong blog for you.

IV. I absolutely loathe the way a lot of people use "I ship with Chemistry" as code for "I only want Canons from my specific canon, and only when played a specific way". I hate when people are exclusive to the point that they jealously and manipulatively push other, perhaps less experienced rpers out of a group of friends or out of a potential ship/ships. If I see people doing that to anyone I know? We, sir/madam/gender neutral Accomplice, are no longer going to be friends.

And that's really about it. I am pretty chill and approachable. I'm down to discuss future relationships. I am willing to write a lot, more than almost anyone else feels comfortable with. And if someone has an issue, I will reasonably tag it. If that's not enough, then again, I am afraid I am the wrong blog.

#Mahalo!Crow <333 #The Turtle Speaks|Mun Answered Asks

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