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kaluawoo · 3 years

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OC Character Ask

Tagged by @nyanberri! I have too many OCs to choose from so I’ll uhhh just take Lexy/Lexie/Lexi I guess bc she’s my KH OC and I’ve met you through KH. and bc I need to flesh her out more Putting it under a cut for length and some KH spoilers until like KH3-ish

Tagging @silverfeathers to do it too :3

1. Do they have a morning routine that they do to get ready for the day? What about a night routine?

Aside from the standard get dressed, brush teeth, etc, not really.

2. Is there anything specific that they need before they go to bed? A night light? Warm milk? Maybe a story?

She didn’t before, but after she and her family got attacked by Shadows, she started writing a journal each night, and some nights she needs a night light.

3. Do they have a skin care routine? If so is it long or short?

Not really skin care, but she’s tried out a lot of scar creams. I’d put more info but all google gives me is “How to get rid of scars” and not “How to make sure they don’t feel uncomfortable”

4. Do they like tight clothes or loose clothes?

Either is fine as long as it’s colorful, she’s basically a walking rainbow.

5. What is their favorite color?

Do you have to make her choose...? I guess if she has to, she likes dark blue, the sky just after sunset. Or the red of Axel’s hair and the black of his coat

6. What kind of stuff do they dream about? What do they have nightmares about?

Most of her dreams are those weird dreams that make you go “????” but when you think a bit you can easily decipher which happenings during the day caused what part of the dream. Nightmares, though, usually have to do with her or people she cares about getting cornered by a hulking black mass with piercing yellow eyes.

7. Do they have any special talents? Singing? Dancing? Playing an instrument?

Well it’s definitely not playing poker, Lexi can’t do a pokerface to save her life lmao. She’s gotten a little bit of training with different weapons, but not much, like, Sora’s experience with wooden swords was probably better than what she can do at the start of her journey.

8. Are they active? If so what do they do? Workout? Play a sport?

She’s gotten Axel, Demyx, Roxas, and Xion to teach her a little bit of fighting cringe is dead my OC is friends with half the Org deal with it but not a lot tbh, especially since it’s several different fighting styles that she now knows the basics in, but none she’s actually good at.

9. What is something that they are really passionate about?

“Listen Nobodies DO have emotions, I HAVE BEEN HANGING OUT WITH THEM FOR AGES, EVEN THEY REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT because they’re all IDIOTS, but trust me I know that!”

10. Do they ever have a self care or 'me’ day? If so, what do they do?

Lexy is a total extrovert and loves company, so a “me” day usually still involves hanging out with other people. Maybe if she really just wants to relax, hanging out with Demyx specifically and listen to him play the sitar.

11. What’s something they’re secretly really insecure about? Is it something physical or maybe something related to who they are or what they identify as?

Her non-existent fighting skills. Lexie kinda-sorta joins Sora’s group for the timeline of KH2, and she tries but especially at the start she’s just... Not good at it. And if she faces Shadow Heartless she has almost no chance because she tends to freeze up then. She does get better at fighting over time though.

12. Have they ever dated? If so, how did their last relationship end?

She’s probably had a few dates as a teen, maybe a partner, but nothing too serious. She’s (with almost no success) trying to hide that she’s got a crush on Axel/Lea, and they finally get together around DDD.

13. Do they care about quality or quantity with their work?

When it’s for friends, quality, otherwise she’s kinda just “eh, good enough” for stuff.

14. What is their favorite scent?

The smell of a campfire. Heat in general is nice (hot water smells different than cold water I swear), but campfires especially.

15. What is their favorite genre of music?

Lexi’s fine with whatever tbh, but it varies a bit on her mood. If she’s stressed or just wants to chill, she’s taken a liking to sitar music, otherwise she really likes pop.

16. What do they usually have for a midnight snack?

Nothing, usually.

17. Have they ever snapped because of what someone said or did to them? If so what happened? Do they regret it and did they apologize?

Theoretically that scene isn’t written yet, buuuut. Lexie’s best friend is Demyx. Sora is not exactly sad about killing her best friend. I’d say it’s pretty damn understandable for Lexie to get pissed off in that situation. She’s very emotional in general so probably snapped at people in general when it came to the topic of Nobodies; sometimes she’d apologize, but not always.

18. Do they have any kind of medical condition? If so what? Asthma, kidney disease, etc.

Well I’m pretty sure having her parents and almost herself killed in a Heartless attack could’ve caused PTSD, so I need to do some research on that before writing more with her.

19. Have they ever had a panic attack? If so, what caused it and how were they able to calm down?

Well, I’m pretty sure seeing the monsters who killed your parents and seeing your friends and crush killed in front of you can cause those - The Shadows moreso directly, while the friends/crush stuff usually needed a while to really hit. Like, so much happening it once, that a few hours or days afterwards it hits her all at once and she just. Curls up somewhere.

20. What are they genuinely afraid of?

Shadow Heartless, and losing people she cares about (yeah she’s gonna suffer). As for the Shadows, she knows there’s stronger and more dangerous Heartless around, but the Shadows scare her the most.

21. How organized are their living spaces? Do they keep things clean or are they disorganized?

“Damn girl you live like that?” Her room’s chaos, but somehow she always knows where stuff is.

22. If they ever had a YouTube channel, what would they make videos about?

Pretty scenery videos around Twilight Town. The view from the clock tower, pretty places in the woods around the city, etc.

23. Do they have a birthmark or any scars? If so how do they feel about them and how did they get their scars?

Lexi’s pretty much covered in scars. Her family wanted to get out of Twilight Town when the Heartless started becoming more and more, but didn’t make it all the way to the train station - Lexy’s parents got killed in the attack, and Lexy almost died. Her little sister is the only one who got away without physical damage.

24. Are they the type to start or finish fights?

Hm... Neither and both. Lexi can get worked up quickly, so arguments with her might get heated, but she usually wouldn’t start an actual fight, especially since she calms down pretty quickly, her emotions burn hot and bright but not long.

25. Do they like cuddling? If so are they a big spoon or a little spoon?

Yes.

26. Do they prefer baths or showers?

Baths, though she usually takes showers because it’s quicker.

27. How do they sleep? Do they stay in one position all night or do they toss and turn? Do they snore or talk in their sleep?

Lexi sometimes mumbles in her sleep, and she moves around a lot. That’s how you can tell she has a nightmare: She moves almost not al all when she has one.

28. How touch starved are they? Would they like a hug right now?

Technically not touch starved, but yes, she’d love a hug.

29. What are their favorite kinds of foods? Sweets, sour foods, salty, etc?

She likes all of them on occasion, but she’s especially fond of spicy food and all kinds of curry.

30. Do they still have anything from their childhood? If so what and why? A stuffed animal, a piece of jewelry, a book, etc?

She’s got a stuffed animal that belonged to her little sister, and a few of her own. Other than that a few trinkets that were gifts from friends, but most of them are too recent to be called “from her childhood”.

#Tag game #My OCs #Lexy (KH)

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the-vibe-dealer · 4 years

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May this soul request some more skekUng vibes

Oh, absolutely you may!! For I am The Vibe Dealer!! The Dealer of Vibes!! So naturally you shall receive the best of SkekUng vibes!!

I wound up going absolutely bonkers with this, so a lot of it will be under the cut!! Catch me going nuts with fluff and longning tbh XD

Also!! If any of y’all want some ambient music that sort of matches the vibes I was going for, here you go!!

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“What’s all this then, my love?”

You spun around at the sound, your face lighting up in an excited grin as you saw just who had entered the room.

“Ung! Welcome back!”

You trotted over to the skeksis in question, smiling up at him and hiding your hands behind your back. He leaned down slightly as you planted a chaste kiss on his cheek, a warm and excited fluttery feeling filling up your chest at the deep little chuckle he gave you in return.

“I’m glad you were actually able to sneak away,” you continued excitedly, bouncing up and down on your heels, “I was worried you wouldn’t come back until late!”

“Of course I was!” He replied, nuzzling into your neck and purring softly and contentedly, “Why would I disregard such a sweet request from my dearest one?”

You giggled at the feeling of his fluff brushing against your skin, bringing one hand up to settle against the side of his face and the other sneakily storing the small item you were holding into the pocket of your outfit. You gently trailed your hand down to the corner of his jaw, lingering there for a moment before planting another soft kiss to his beak and pulling away, smiling cheekily at the wonderfully contented expression that spread across his face.

“Of course, of course,” you chuckled quietly, “I would expect nothing less from you, my love.”

You moved to fiddle with something on a nearby table, SkekUng beginning to unwind and relax in the background behind you. You furrowed your brows slightly as you opened up your downloads on your phone, one of the few things that followed you from Earth to Thra. There really wasn’t much you could do with it anymore, Thra wasn’t exactly known for its cell service after all. But at the very least you still had access to your downloaded photos and music. You sighed slightly at the dangerously low battery percentage, realizing that this would likely be one of, if not the last time you would be able to use it.

‘It’ll be worth it,’ you thought to yourself, shaking your head slightly and opening up the specific song you had chosen for this very night, ‘It’ll be worth it in the end. It has to be.’

SkekUng paused at the soft music that began to play throughout the room, looking up at you as you cleared your throat and moved to stand in front of him, holding out your hand and cocking your head to one side. A nervous smile spread across your face at his obvious confusion, a quiet giggle escaping your lips and your eyes closing as you steeled your nerves.

“Would you do me the honor of a dance, my love?” you asked, trying your best to ignore the slight tremble in your voice.

The short pause between your question and his response felt to you like an entire eternity, the anxiety you had been trying to repress all day rearing its ugly head and clawing at your chest with gnarled and cold hands. The nervous stuttering of your heart almost deafened you as you awaited his answer with baited breath. You had no reason to be so nervous, SkekUng was your lover after all. But you supposed you couldn’t exactly be blamed, either. You were very much in love, and the gnawing fear of losing one of the best relationships you’ve ever been able to cultivate was certainly one you were never able to completely shake.

Your nervous thoughts quickly quieted as you felt SkekUng’s hand gently grasp your own, your glassy eyes flying open to meet his own gaze. You grinned, purposely ignoring the shaking of your hands and the quick jackrabbiting in your chest. He smiled down at you, and you felt your face go red at the expression. He never ceased to surprise you with just how charming he could be sometimes.

“I would be absolutely honored, dearest one.”

His other hand came to rest on the small of your back, gently guiding you further into the room and absentmindedly feeling the fabric of your outfit between his thumb and forefinger. It was one of your favorites, he realized, your go to ensemble for important and fancy events where one needed to dress up. It was one of his favorites, too. He loved the way the fabric fell and draped around you, creating an all around regal appearance that was still entirely you. He found himself questioning why exactly you were so dressed up for him on this particular evening, but your wide and excited grin quickly silenced any doubts he might have had.

Thra, he loved you.

The dance was slow and intimate, moreso him holding you close and swaying with you than an actual dance. Sure, SkekUng may have known some ballroom dances, but he was never quite comfortable going beyond slow spins and gentle swaying. You couldn’t help but nestle a little closer into his chest, your eyes closing in contentment and the nervous fluttering of your heart morphing into giddy butterflies. The soft music drifting throughout the room tinted the atmosphere a particular shade of orange that you absolutely adored, the warmth and joy of the moment overwhelming you in its embrace and setting your emotions alight with burning affection for the skeksis that was holding you as close as he could.

A part of you wanted this moment, this dance, to last forever. Just you and the dearest love you had found in the strangest of places holding each other close and sharing in such a romantic gesture.

But there was still something you needed to do.

You stopped in your swaying, pulling away from SkekUng’s gentle grip and taking both his hands in your own. He looked down at you, confused, cocking his head and furrowing his brows in concern. Your grip on his hands tightened slightly as he held yours back. You closed your eyes.

You sucked in a nervous breath through your nose, holding it in for a moment before releasing it in a shuddering sigh. You steeled your nerves and set your will, giving SkekUng’s hands one more squeeze before finally gathering the courage to do what you needed to do.

“Dearest one? Are you...”

He trailed off as you lowered yourself down on one knee, digging through your pocket for the small item you had stashed earlier. Bringing it out into the open revealed it to be a small... box?

SkekUng was more than a little confused at this point, absolutely wracking his brain for what in The Crystal’s name you could be doing. He moved to ask you for some sort of explanation before pausing when you beat him to it, him hanging on to every word you spoke.

“SkekUng, my love,” You rolled your next words carefully in your mouth, testing them to see if they were the ones you wanted. You spoke only when you were satisfied with how they felt, finally allowing them to tumble over your lips.

“Ung, I love you. I love you so, so, so much. I’m constantly grateful that out of every being on this strange planet, you are the one I fell in love with. You mean so very much to me and I....” you gulped, keeping your head down and your eyes closed, nervous to meet the skeksis’ gaze, “I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you, however long that may be.”

You carefully opened the small box you grasped in your hands, finally gathering the guts to look your lover in the eyes as you popped the question you had been wanting to ask for days.

“Ung? Will you do me the honor of letting me spend my life with you? Will you... Will you marry me?”

The whole world seemed to still as the question left your mouth, the music fading out as your phone finally died along with the last chord of the song. SkekUng was well aware of what you were asking, of course. You had told him about human customs such as this. You had also told him just how much trust it took, just how much love must be present in a relationship for marriage to even be considered.

He sucked in a breath, not even realizing he was dropping to his knees before you.

You, his perfect dearest little darling, the love of his long and never ending life, wanted to marry him?

“SkekUng? Are you... are you crying?”

If he was it was the very last thing that mattered to him as he quickly bundled you up in his arms, a quiet and shuddering yes, Thra yes, being his only response. You laughed, a sharp and breathless thing, flinging your arms around him and grinning into the fabric of his robes as your own tears quickly began to spill over.

He said yes!

He wanted to marry you!!

He was going to be your spouse!!!

Your laughter and tears mixed as you pulled away and cradled his face in your hands, watery eyes meeting his as you peppered kisses all over the skeksis’ face and sputtered out your gratitude. The sheer joy you felt bubbled out from the deepest part of your chest and spilled over into shaky exclamations and warm kisses and caresses.

Neither of you were quite sure how long you held each other for, nor how many tears either of you shed that day. But what you both knew, deep within your chests and branded into the deepest, most intimate parts of your consciousnesses was this single promise:

You would be there for one another no matter what. Through sickness and in health, to have and to hold, long after this day and as far into the future as either of you could see.

The glittering of the silver lockets around both your necks was proof enough of this, the whispered words of praise and love solidifying your shared future in each other’s minds.

And as you studied your lover’s sleep softened face that night, as you listened to the soft purring emanating from his chest and stroked a gentle hand over the bumps and divots of his battle worn face...

You realized that you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#me before writing this: i dont particularly care for skekung. not one of my favs.#me after writing this fic: skekung is my fucking HUSBAND and i will happily dIE FOR HIM #tfw you fall in love with a dumb bird jock #catch me gently smooching his dumb fluffy little bird face #skeksis #skeksis x reader #skekung #the garthim master #skekung the garthim master #skekung x reader #the dark crystal #the dark crystal age of resistance #age of resistance #tdc aor #tdc #aor #tdc x reader #oneshot #x reader

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acuppasugar · 6 years

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SWEET EMOTION → Sugarcola

TAGGING: @nicoladerocha @acuppasugar DATE: Wednesday May 15th, 2018 PLACE: Sugar’s bedroom → the Sugrena Record Room SUMMARY: After watching a movie together, Nicola notices something a bit off with Sugar. Sugar admits to feeling guilty for forgetting about Mother’s Day that year and Nicola comforts her friend with sincere conversation + cuddles. To keep her memory alive, they listen to a song that reminds Sugar of her mother as she talks about the love story of Ginger and Sully Motta [COMPLETE] AUTHOR NOTES: Mentions of Blair Anderson, Spencer Porter, and Serena Smythe. But mostly it’s just two rich bitch friends bein adorable and proof that both Sugar and Nicola have actual human feelings too

NICOLA DE ROCHA

This movie night was a little different than the last two. It was a little more intimate than the rest, in the sense that Sugar suggested they watch Ingrid Goes West in her room instead of the living room downstairs. Sure, the television was a little smaller and they didn’t have surround sound, but what it lacked in things only an audiophile would notice, it certainly made up for in comfort. The end credits of the film started to roll and Nicola wasn’t sure she had it in her for a double feature this evening. She turned on her side to face her friend, still feeling the buzz from the two bottles of wine they’d put away between them. “Queen Sofia wouldn't be very proud of me tonight— I don’t think I have the stamina for a second movie… but I’m not ready to go home yet. If that’s okay.”

SUGAR MOTTA

‪When they picked Ingrid Goes West, it was mostly due to a shared love of Aubrey Plaza and LA aesthetic. Sugar had not quite bargained for the movie it ended up being — a tale of girl who, in the grief of losing her mother that was also her best friend, placed a high focus on social media. Including how she was perceived on it, especially by someone with a seemingly Instagram perfect life. It was a great movie, though more of a thinker than Sugar would have anticipated— or liked. Especially at a time where she was meant to be a rock for Nicola. It didnt help they had shared quite a few glasses of wine between them so Sugar’s head was swimming a little already. ‬

‪She was staring at the credits playing across the screen, one of her arms crossed while the other had a glass of wine being held, “Hmmm?” Sugar hummed upon realizing Nicola had started speaking to her. It was like for a moment she was a step behind real time, “Oh, yeah. Of course you can stay, Cola.” She assured, readjusting her body a little in order to wake herself up from the trance her thoughts had put her in, “I don’t think I could watch another movie either, TBH— I mean, to be honest.”‬

NICOLA DE ROCHA

Nicola’s brows furrowed, there was a little something off when it came to her friend’s mood. Momentarily, Nicola chalked it up to her being an emotional vampire of sorts lately, of course Nicola’s black cloud would find it’s way to Sugar. However, that just didn’t seem to be the case, Sugar had been nothing but supportive during this time, so that made Nicola confident that there must be something else on her friend’s mind. Nicola rolled on her side, and propped her head on the palm of her hand, giving Sugar her full attention, “Everything okay, Sug? Your mind seems miles away in LA right now.”

SUGAR MOTTA

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sugar started, shaking her head before looking at her friend. Sugar hardly had anything bother her in life, that was a luxury she could quite literally afford. But that didn't mean she didn't have her own personal struggles here and there, she just wasn't the type to think about them. Unfortuantely, each time she decided to overlook a “little thing”, it would merely pile itself upon all the other ones until one day they could no longer be ignore. Apparently that was the case toight with Nicola, "I mean, I don't know...” Sugar was fully prepared to just brush it under the rug, but Nicola had been honest with her about the ongoings of her life, and more than that, Sugar did trust her, so she tried to press on, "I guess Ingrid's just got me thinking. About like Mother's Day and how sad it is to lose a parent, or whatever."

NICOLA DE ROCHA

Nicola was the queen of keeping her emotions under a steel trap, lately she was feeling so much, they came seeping out, but that being said: she knew her friend was holding back. Nicola felt caught between wanting to respect her privacy, and wanting to be there for Sugar. Luckily, her friend made the decision to open up a little bit more. Nicola frowned when Sugar mentioned what was on her mind, she felt bad for parading her dramatic one woman show when Sugar had something very real weighing on her mind. Nicola couldn’t relate to the trauma of losing a parent, just the image she’d always held of them, but at the end of the day they were still back home in Wilmington. “Sugar…” she started, sitting up so she could catch her friend’s gaze more easily. “I can’t even begin to try and understand what you’re feeling, but I’m here to listen. You’ve been here for me… please let me be here for you,” she offered. Nicola reached for the bottle of wine she was hoarding on her side of the bed and refilled Sugar’s glass before her own. “Okay, now I’m ready.”

SUGAR MOTTA

The sincerity that Nicola had in wanting to be there for her made Sugar feel a certain comfort that she did not always get from others. They were friends, truly friends, and if Sugar wasn’t already convinced, the fact Nicola filled her wine glass before going further would have done it. The gesture even made a small smile grace her lips, “Thanks...” She said earnestly. Despite being a person who prided herself on knowing many people, Sugar Motta could count on one hand the amount of people she actually let comfort her. After tonight, it seemed like Nicola was about to be one of them. She took a sip of the wine, trying to gather her thoughts before facing Nicola, “It’s not even a big deal or anything. I just... I didn’t do anything for Mother’s Day. I was so into going to the Showers game and hanging out with peeps afterwards that I didn’t even realize it WAS Mother’s Day until it was over.” Sugar’s attention drifted off to the side as she kept the wine glass close to his chest, “Which I know makes sense since I don’t have a mom to celebrate with, but like... each year I try to do something for her. Just something to let her know I sill care about her even though I barely remember her. For a long time, I still thought of her as like around and I’d talk to her. I totally thought of her as my best friend. I still kind of do. But since coming to New York and taking over the business, I haven’t talked to her as much,” Sugar bit the inside of her lip as she tried to even figure out where she was going with this, “Like thank God I had money and my daddy to take care of me after she died. But money doesn’t talk about her and Daddy only does if I ask him. Her parents died before my parents even met.” Sugars eyes started to well up with tears, her shoulders dropped and emotions bursting, “So it’s always felt like it was up to me to keep her alive, somehow. And now I haven’t even done that. I know I can be selfish and stuff, but I didn’t think I’d ever do that to her.”

NICOLA DE ROCHA

Nicola stayed quiet as Sugar spoke about her mother, not only because she wasn’t sure how to specifically comfort her friend, but because it just sounded like she needed to get her thoughts out of her head and into the room. Nicola could at least be there to listen. She scooted closer to Sugar, careful not to spill her wine. Nicola draped her arm around Sugar’s shoulder, pulling her closer, “We could talk to her now,” she offered. Nicola cleared her throat, “Mrs. Motta? I’m Nicola, your daughter’s newest yet most fabulous friend. It’s been an honor to hear about you.” Nicola gave Sugar’s shoulder an encouraging squeeze, “Now you have to tell me what she thinks about me,” she teased lightly, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “And Sugar? If you want a moment alone with her, I can go get us a fresh bottle."

SUGAR MOTTA

Sugar truly had not expected their movie night to go in the direction it had. Their hang outs tended to be to distract from the realities of life rather than face them head on, but Nicola was still being there for her despite the mood change. It meant a lot, and even moreso as she gave a suggestion for them to talk to her. In truth, Sugar had never talked to Ginger Motta with anyone else, just about her. This was new and for a moment she considered Nicola's offer of being alone, however, she decided she wanted the other girl there holding her, "No, please stay," she decided in a hushed tone. Opening up was rare for Sugar, allowing for physical intimacy happened even less unless they were hugs or excitable pulls of the hand. But tonight she was welcoming it as it felt very needed. She was quiet for a minute, trying to get past the guilt that had been weighting on her so she could speak up, "She says Mrs. Motta makes her sound too old, so call her Ginger. But since you're such good friends with me, you can call her Ginny if you want." Sugar started, her shoulders slumping again but this time out of feeling safe instead of emotional exhaustion, "She says she's happy that her princess has a friend that's as caring as she is totally gorgeous. And she think that we will definitely be friends for always." Sugar smiled, feeling a warmth wash over her as she snuggled a little to closer to Nicola.

NICOLA DE ROCHA

Silently, Nicola nodded when Sugar asked her to stay. With how much Sugar had been there for her, Nicola could try to be her rock too. As Sugar continued to speak about Ginny, Nicola encouraged the other girl to rest her head against her shoulder. “You’re a smart woman, Ginny Motta,” Nicola smiled, as she ran her hands soothingly through Sugar’s hair. “Your princess is in capable and perfectly manicured hands,” her soft laugh filled the room, before a slight moment of silence. “Just because your princess hasn’t stopped to talk in a while, I know she thinks about you all the time, but you know this— you’re with her every day.” With those last words she looked down to catch her friend’s gaze, she knew Sugar knew this too, but it seemed like one of those days she could use the reminder.

SUGAR MOTTA

Sugar did not grow up with a parent that snuggled her when she needed it. Sully was an incredibly loving father, he believed in all that Sugar did and never denied her anything. But on her saddest days as an adolescent, she didn't have a parent there to hold her and reassure everything would be okay like Nicola was offering now. Due to that, she had assumed only people she had romantic ties with were the ones she could have any kind of physical intimacy with, yet there with Nicola it felt natural and safe. For now, she wasn't going to question it. Especially after Nicola's comforting words. Sugar didn't shy away from her friend's gaze, and while her smile was small, it was genuine, "I knew you two would get along perfectly," Sugar muttered, draping an arm loosely around Nicola's waist with her head back on Nicola's shoulder. A silence fell over them for a few moments with Sugar just thinking to herself about Ginger Motta and the memories she knew about her, "She was an Opera singer. Her and Blair's mom trained together and toured together, too. She probably would have been just as famous as her if she got to live her life. But at least she fell in love before she died. And my daddy says she loved being a mom."

NICOLA DE ROCHA

It meant a lot that Sugar felt Nicola and her mother would get along perfectly. Nicola held her a little closer as she expressed that sentiment. Nicola kept stroking Sugar’s hair as the silence fell over them, she could allow Sugar to be with her thoughts. She let her own mind wander to her own mother, and made a mental note to call her this evening. Then Sugar was offering details about Ginger Motta’s life, and Nicola gave her friend her full attention. She smiled to herself, imagining an elegant Ginger Motta on stage under the spotlight. “Ginny sounds like a dream. I bet her voice would have taken the world by storm.” Silence briefly fell over them as Nicola continued playing with her hair, at a more appropriate time she’d need to ask about what conditioner she used. “Does this mean you and Blair were childhood friends? I had no idea!"

SUGAR MOTTA

‪In only just a few moments Sugar went from feeling a suffocating guilt and unhappiness to feeling safe and cared for. It was amazing how much opening up could help, or maybe it was opening up to the right person that did it. Either way, all Sugar Motta knew for sure was that she was thankful to have Nicola De Rocha, “Yeah,” Sugar smiled softly, thinking about the Anderson-Motta history. Sugar made a mental note to ensure she talked with Blair soon. It felt important to do, especially given Sugar’s current feelings of missing her mother. Despite the fact Blair was even younger than Sugar when Ginger died, Sugar felt especially close to her mother whenever they hung out, “Our moms were like best friends. She was there when my parents met and was her maid of honor at their wedding. She even spoke... at her funeral.” Sugar’s voice trailed off, and it was easy to see where her mind wandered. Going to funerals was already strange, but going as a 5 year old to your mother’s funeral was a whole other ballpark. Sugar had had no concept of loss or death, and it would take years after the matter for her to realize the gravity of that day. But as a child, it was simply another day being surround by adults... just with one less than there used to be. There was silence again, but it was comfortable while somber but Sugar didn’t want it to remain the latter. She unwrapped her arm from Nicola’s waist, leaning back and away from their cuddling position. It was something still rather new for her after all. Sugar caught Nicola’s gaze, a small glimmer of life in them as she had an idea, “Do you want to see what she looked like?”‬

NICOLA DE ROCHA

Nicola couldn’t help but smile when Sugar explained that her and Blair’s mothers were best friends. Learning that fact just made Sugar’s unwavering support of The Warblettes just that much more special in her eyes. Nicola rubbed small soothing circles on her friend’s back at the mention of her mom’s funeral, it was brief, but she could tell hard difficult it was to bring up. Unsure of what to say during their comfortable silence, Nicola tried to offer as much physical comfort as she could, she only stopped when Sugar pulled away. She offered a smile, happy that Sugar trusted her enough to continue talking about her mother. “I would love to. I bet she was beautiful. Do you have some pictures?”

SUGAR MOTTA

Sugar's smile turned immediately to a grin as Nicola accepted the offer. There were many things about the Sugrena apartment that Sugar loved, but most of all, she loved that it tended to be full of surprises. And one of her favorite things about it was one that was hand customized by Sugar and Serena to make a place for their record collection, "I have something even better." Sugar promised, getting herself off the bed and waiting for Nicola to join. As always, as soon as they were side by side, Sugar grabbed hold of Nicola out of excitement. Except other than it being her wrist or arm, she grabbed her hand as they went down the multiple sets of stairs, "Almost there!" She exclaimed as they reached the entrance level and went down one more set of stairs to the basement. Sugar flipped a set of switches down there, illuminating the basement level which naturally looked as upscale as the rest of the home. The walls had rows of records along them, and a jukebox-esque record player rested against the far wall with a portrait sized photo of a young woman hanging above, "Welcome to one of my favorite places in the world." Sugar declared, turning to face Nicola with an expression of genuine pride and joy.

NICOLA DE ROCHA

Nicola followed Sugar off the bed and before she knew it, she was being guided by the hand through Serena and Sugar’s lavish apartment. At this point Nicola had gotten the majority of the home tour, but she soon learned that much like Sugar, the apartment was full or surprises. One of them apparently being an entirely different level. “I had no idea you had a basement,” she gushed as they walked down the final set of stairs. Basement wasn’t there right word for this room. Basement evoked the vision of a musty storage space, or the room most avoided in a horror movie. No, this room wasn’t like anything out of a horror movie, it was like something out of the Coppola features the girls both adored. Nicola’s gaze was fixated on the rows upon rows of vinyl records, it took her a moment before she was met with the portrait of Ginger Motta. “Sugar, this entire room is gorgeous, but your mother is the most beautiful part.” She looked from the portrait back to her friend, “You have her eyes,” she noted as she allowed the collection of vinyl to steal her attention once again. She aimlessly let her hands run down the spines of the records, allowing herself to pull at random ones to look at the cover art. “What would Ginger Motta want to listen to right about now?” Nicola asked curiously.

SUGAR MOTTA

Sugar felt a rush of happiness wash over her as Nicola observed a similarity between herself and Ginger. She loved hearing people say nice things about her, though the ones like that tended to be Sugar's favorite kind. Likely due to the fact she didn't hear it often, "She loved listening to classical stuff. One of the first things my daddy did was change all the records to this Opera box set he found in the Jukebox at their fave restaurant. The owner wasn't happy but daddy paid him to keep it for their date." Sugar gushed as she started looking over her collection. There were lots of songs that she listened to that reminded her of Ginger, her father, both, and sometimes, the three of them. Tonight Sugar didn't feel like sharing much about her feelings, but rather, celebrate the love her parents had shared. While it was short lived in the real world, emotionally, it often felt that bonds was still there. It was easy to see that it had a hand in what made Sugar such a romantic herself, "But I think tonight she'd want to listen to this," Sugar decided, pulling out Echo and the Bunnymen, "When my parents first met, it was the 80s. My daddy was working on a Jukebox at a bar that was on the fritz," Sugar started, taking the record to put it on the player, "After he thought he fixed it he turned around and saw my mom and Pam, that's Blair's mom, ordering some drinks. And then all of the sudden Lips like Sugar starting BLASTING from the Jukebox right behind him." By now Sugar was placing the needle onto the record, letting the opening melody of the song start to fill the room as her attention was on the picture of Ginger, "My mom looked at him wondering what was going on and he couldn't take his eyes off her. He let the music keep playing, went right up to her, introduced himself, and said he fell in love that night." Sugar sighed wistfully, smiling to herself before turning around to look at Nicola, "Isn't that so romantic?"

NICOLA DE ROCHA

While Nicola had a complicated relationship with the concept of romance, she could appreciate an honest to goodness romantic gesture, and Sully Motta’s gesture of replacing the usual juke box classics to opera was just about the sweetest thing she’d ever heard. Nicola brought a hand to her heart to convey just how moved she was by the story, “No wonder you’re such a romantic. You get it from your daddy,” she smiled. Nicola eyed the cover art of the album Sugar chose to play, and it was just about the last thing she expected. She was thinking of something a little less Donnie Darko, but it made so much sense with the story that accompanied it. No wonder it was Sugar’s first choice. Nicola turned her attention from the portrait to her friend as the song began to fill the room, it was easy to imagine being in the same bar as Sully and Ginger, in the presence of budding young love. It made her feel warm inside, like maybe some day that kind of love would be meant for her too. “That’s just about the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard,” she agreed. “Was it love at first sight for your mom too?"

SUGAR MOTTA

Sugar was quickly learning that she was right to place her trust in Nicola. She had felt that to be true before tonight, and what had happened between her and Spencer did not change that either. But Nicola being there with Sugar, genuinely listening and caring about everything Sugar said, made her very certain their friendship was going to be long lasting. Sugar's happiness only grew as Nicola agreed on the romantic meet cute that Ginger and Sully had. It was cathartic to be telling their story, for despite how romantic and close to her heart it was, Sugar did not talk about it much. Maybe she would start, though, "I think so." Sugar started, swaying to the music a little. It wasn't the first time she had played it and knew the melody all too well, "Daddy says she needed to be majorly woo'ed because she was such a classy lady, but I think she fell for him that night. She wasn't the type to waste her time on things, and the fact she went on a date with him in the first place says it all." Sugar said in an almost boastful way. To say she idolized Ginger may have been putting it lightly, but she had never been given a reason not to.

NICOLA DE ROCHA

"Every lady deserves to be woo'd, but your daddy is a smart man for realizing he needed to work a little harder to win over a catch like your mom," she hummed. Nicola was endeared by the amount of faith Sugar had in their parents love story, no matter how cut short it was. Even though Nicola saw first hand how a marriage could deteriorate over time, for his friend's sake, she believed every word of Ginger and Sully's love story. Maybe part of her needed to believe in it too. "That's totally adorable, Sugar. I can picture that whole scene happening in a John Hughes movie. It sounds like it was the start of a beautiful romance."

SUGAR MOTTA

"It totally was," Sugar nodded in agreement, closing her eyes and letting the music fill the silence as she kept swaying. She appreicated her friend's support and simple acknowledgment of her parents love. The biggest thing Sugar had of her mother were the stories about her, and the memories she left behind in each person she touched. It was what Ginger was built upon most of Sugar's life, and it was why she never wavered from believing any of them. It would be like doubting Ginger herself, and Sugar was not about to do that to someone she felt so close to despite going 20 years without her there. The song started to fade out and Sugar had her focus back on Nicola. A soft smile graced her lips as she threw her arms over Nicola's shoulders to pull her in for a warm hug. She held her friend close, relishing the moment with closed eyes again. In that moment, Sugar was very thankful that life had gifted her such an incredible person to befriend and have comfort her, "Thanks for listening, Cola." Sugar mumbled with sincerity, letting her hold tighten just a little bit more to show Nicola just how much she meant it.

NICOLA DE ROCHA

Nicola swayed to the song as it faded into the next track. Music was always an emotional tether, and now she couldn’t help but feel closer to her friend after listening to the song that meant so much to her. Nicola happily returned her friend’s embrace, allowing her arms to wrap around the girl’s shoulder’s. “We can talk about her anytime you’re missing or she’s just on your mind a little more than usual,” she assured as they pulled away from the hug. “I can't have you leave me hanging. I need to know how Sully and Ginger’s first date went,” she offered with a sincere smile. Nicola walked through the rows of records yet again, looking for something to catch her eye. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but she was certain she’d know when she found it. Nicola found herself incredibly impressed by the size and diversity of the collection. She grabbed an album with a simple cover, just a cute looking hipster girl in a desert setting. She scanned the track listing and found herself curious not only about the album, but Sugar’s taste in music. “Kate Nash,” she’s said aloud mostly to herself. “What’s her deal?”

SUGAR MOTTA

Hearing her friend still want to learn more about Sully and Ginny made Sugar all the most glad she had confided in Nicola. She could see how her and Spencer remained such good friends for so long, and knew that one day they would be again. Even if Sugar herself had to be the one to ensure it happened, which she would if it came down to it, "Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of keeping that from you." She promised, watching Nicola scan the room for another record to put on. Sharing her musical taste was not something Sugar kept as hidden, though her and Serena's record room was more of a scared space than most of the house. She was curious to know what Nicola would pick, and was very enthusiastic once she revealed her choice, "Oh my gosh, you'll *love* Kate Nash. I just know it. She's like popish, but also sometimes into acoustics and folk stuff. But her beats are almost always super fun even if the lyrics are mega sad or angry. She's legit amazing." Sugar raved, her usual pep seemingly back in full force, "I'll go get us that fresh bottle of wine so we can really appreciate her. You can put her on and wait for me on the loveseat." Sugar suggested before rushing off. She was glad she had opened up to Nicola, but was even more glad that rather than put a damper on the night, it merely brought them closer. Sugar had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time that happened either.

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lesbow · 7 years

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relationship klance

we always talk about pre-relationship klance like what about the actual relationship ya feel

to start off they absolutely get together in the dorkiest way possible like its either 100% sappy or 100% embarrassing and by accident there is no in between

they did that fanfic corny scene where lance was about to confess and keith realized before he even finished his sentence and just goes for the smooch

except its terrible theres too much teeth and their noses crash into each other its just a mess

its also both their first kiss

even after they both confess its takes them like a week to get up the courage to ask each other out bc theyre both nerds

lance plans on trying to keep it small bc he thinks keith doesnt really want anything big and cheesy

keith plans on absolutely making it as cheesy as possible bc he thinks lance would prefer big and cheesy to small and ordinary

they literally plan to ask each other out on the same damn day

keith asks hunk to make lances favorite food for lunch and asks pidge to hook up the projector so they can watch an altean romcom they wont understand anyway but catch keith trying to take notes during the fluffy scenes

hunk and pidge tease them to hell and back but theyre really happy for them so they go through with his requests

lance and keith both keep looking at each other during the movie wondering if they’ll be like that at some point and blush throughout the whole damn thing

everyone else thinks its so so so fucking cheesy but oh my god hunk and shiro are so happy for them bc its been a long time coming

at dinner they sit extra close to each other and casually brush fingers. theyre obviously blushing throughout the whole thing

its just a week of blushing okay

lance gets so happy and smiles so wide when he realizes its his favorite food that keith just stares with a soft expression and when lance meets his eye they both blush but keith doesnt look away as fast as he used to bc he can have this

after dinner they walk to the map room to look at the stars bc its become their thing and lance has had Enough with the brushing hands so he offers keith his palm and keith fucking swoons when they interlock fingers

they both planned to ask each other out at the star deck so obviously both of their plans crash bc after a weird silence where theyre BOTH thinking hard and turning into blushing, fidgeting, and sweating messes they turn to each other with the same glint in their eye

they say it at the same time

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and then they turn into giggling messes with fond looks bc if this isnt foreshadowing how amazing theyre relationship is gonna be than idk what is

ROMANCE ENSUETH

in the beginning theyre just really really really nervous still bc theyve both been pining for a long time and dont wanna mess this up

when they start out, lance initiates most of the physical contact first like hand holding, putting his arm around keiths shoulders, that sorta thing bc keith is so fucking nervous and was never good at expressing himself but he eventually initiates it to he loves seeing how happy lance looks when he does

theyre both flustered messes but keith is really bad

they dont kiss yet bc theyre practically walking nervous systems

they hold hands a lot tho lance has soft hands bc of his skin care routines so a lot of times keith will just idly play with lances fingers because it calms him

keith rubs his thumb on the back of lances hand and lance fucking dies every time

lance still makes fun of keiths hair but it dies down little by little bc hes always wanted to play in that dang mullet tbh

one day keith catches lance just intensely staring at his hair and before he can even ask whats up lance asks if he can do his hair

theyre both messes when lance gets behind and starts playing in keiths hair but eventually lance just gets distracted with it and keith finds it really soothing. moreso than he thought it’d be

it becomes a reoccurring thing. lance will run his hands through keiths hair and keith just loves it so much it feels so nice

it started on the couch in that lounge room they have but one time hunk walked in and keith was practically passed out with his head on lances lap and he felt so embarrassed bc it feels really intimate and they both would rather keep stuff like that in their rooms so they do

whenever they go to a planet keith tries to look for things he thinks lance would like. hes not good with words so he tries to express himself through other means

the first time keith gave lance a gift from a planet it was a cat plushie bc its pretty fucking obvious lance likes cats

its red

when keith gives it to him he stares at the ground and just like thrusts it out to him bc hes so nervous and lance takes it slowly, cautiously, and when hes stopped astral projecting into another plane of existence he kisses keith on the cheek bc he love love loooovvveess it

he names it keef and cuddles it all the time. keith always just stares like >:0 bc its really cute and he loves his boyfriend so much but also bc oh my god are we gonna cuddle like that someday omg lance is my boyfriend ohmy go d holl y s hi

he falls down the rabbit hole often

lance on the other hand loves bears and loves anything that he thinks could represent them like he’ll just point out two rocks side by side or some shit to hunk and be like “thats gonna be me and keith one day :) <3″ and hunk juts pats him on the back

DONT EVEN GET STARTED ON SEEING OTHER COUPLES IN PUBLIC

whenever theyre planet side and lance sees a romantic couple he squeezes keiths hand (bc theyre already holding hands they never stop) and gets this fond and hopeful look on his face

lance wants every planet they meet to know keith is his boyfriend (he never gets tired of saying it) so whenever theyre at diplomatic functions and they have to talk to the aliens, he’ll always bring it up somehow

it ranges from “so it must be difficult fighting this war” “yeah but having keith by my side helps” to “our planet welcomes you young paladin” “thanks and also heres my boyfriend keith the red paladin you know the right arm of voltron? that guy? yeah thats my boyfriend. my boyfriend is the red paladin his name is keith. we’re in a relationship. did you know that? its great im so happy omg this food is so good btw did i mention im dating keith and that keith is my boyfriend?”

lance still flirts sometimes but he never actually wants it to go anywhere. at first this makes keith a little disoriented and he mopes but then they talk and Communicate and lance says that he just likes to flatter people bc it makes them feel good and stuff and so they work it out. so lance still flirts but only a little and not as strongly as he used to

speaking of communication, in the beginning theyre talking fucking s u ck ed they’d misunderstand each other and it would result in sadness and venting to their respective besties but the third time they get shoved in a room and told to just “talk it out” they realized that they really need to be more open/clear about stuff

eventually they get really good at talking about things to each other. their problem wasnt that they wouldnt talk to each other it was that they just couldnt understand the other so they work on getting to know each other better and it really helps and works out so so great

they both have issues, lance with his self esteem and keith with his abandonment issues and they know that the other cant fix it bc thats not what its about but they definitely help.

unlike lance, keith knows who he is and is confident in his abilities so he tries to help him in that aspect

unlike keith lance has always been a people person and is family oriented so he tries to help keith slowly get overcome it

theyre both really good for each other. they cant “fix” each other obviously but they help one another out so much and it means a lot

they have their first kiss like two months after they got together

it was after a battle and no not a deadly one you heathens a really really awesome one the teams all smiles and lance pulled a cool move at the end when they formed voltron and they saved a planet and everyones soooo happy and when they get back to the castle lance bolts to keith and just spins him around in a hug smiling and laughing and they smooch

its the best thing theyve ever experienced

they dont stop kissing after that. catch them giving each other little pecks all the time

at this point they arent as nervous as when they first started

after long battles theyll just kinda fall into each other

they dont do it in public/in front of the team but they cuddle a l o t

keiths two favorite places are in the crooks of lances neck and on his chest to hear his heartbeat

lance likes to kiss keiths forehead bangs in the way or not if he thinks his man needs some smooches he’ll give him some fucking smooches

the first time they fall asleep together (i mean literally fall asleep not anything nasty pls dont sexualize these boys) locks in for both of them that This Is It ya know

theyre cuddling in lances room keith wearing his jacket and has his face smooshed against his chest lance is playing in keiths hair and his lips are lightly touching his forehead

its after a diplomatic meeting

theyre both really tired and keith thinks he should probably go back to his room but they both feel too comfortable and everything feels so nice so he doesnt

lance likes listening to keiths voice and vice versa so theyre literally just saying nonsense

theyre voices drift off into a comfortable silence and eventually they both fall asleep

keith wakes up first and hes confused but then he looks up at lance and how peaceful he looks when hes sleeping and just stares

lance wakes up a little while later and meets eyes with keith but then he notices keiths unruly bed hair and the small spot of drool by keiths mouth and almost cries

its the best sight either of them have ever seen and at the same time they both think to themselves that they wouldnt mind waking up like this for the rest of their lives

#this is so fucking long god im so sorry but i have FEELINGS OKAY #voltron #vld klance #Voltron legendary defender #lance #keith #babbles

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doetoes-blog · 7 years

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8/5/2017

i went off on the stable owner's stepson today because i asked if he wanted to muck stalls while i turned out and filled water buckets and he was like "sure!" so, like, it was reasonable for me to think he would actually do it, right? idek what he thought he was doing, but there was so much pee in some stalls after he was done that i physically couldn't breathe in them and i definitely couldn't put a horse in there in good conscience. there were still piles of poop that had just been scattered a bit left in every stall. did he just play with the poop or something??? i don't know. so i asked him nicely to go back and clean the stalls properly FOUR TIMES and he just? sat there? on his phone? before i went to the owner like "hey he said he was going to do this and it's not done and i'm really mad" and EVENTUALLY he went back and cleaned one stall? but like i still had to go back over all of the other stalls and tbh i showed my butt and i was like "NO ITS FINE YOU DONT HAVE TO DO ANYTHING WE CAN DEEEEFINITELY PUT LIVING, BREATHING CREATURES IN THESE STALLS, YEP, THEYRE PRISTINE!!" meanwhile shoveling poo like a wild woman. and omg GET THIS, then he said "i didn't know there was a rule that the stalls had to be clean." WHAT??? YOU DIDNT KNOW THAT WHEN YOU MUCK A STALL THE POINT IS TO CLEAN IT? WHAT DO YOU THINK THE POINT IS? SNIFF THE POOP FOR THREE MINUTES AND YOURE DONE? ROLL IN A PUDDLE OF PEE THEN GO HOME? THROW WET SHAVINGS IN THE AIR AND TRY TO CATCH THEM WITH YOUR MOUTH? WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU DOING IN THERE???? WHAT 👏🏻 DO 👏🏻 YOU 👏🏻 THINK 👏🏻 MUCKING 👏🏻 STALLS 👏🏻 MEANS 👏🏻 aaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHH and i cried in the tack room because i rarely ever get angry and i can't handle it but no one noticed and the owner was like "sarah please come sit down you need to rest" bless her heart i think because my face was red and i was pouring sweat and i had already done all of the rest of the morning chores she thought i was going to pass out or something lol. i was just. ugh. and i bet everyone hates me now. but like why would you said you're going to do something if you're not going to do it??? i'd rather him have been like "nope i'm not gonna do it because i'm a lazy little brat" then halfass it. this is the same kid that this morning i had to """teach""" how to brush horses when he's been working out there since like january? and he said he """didn't know how""" to pick feet so i was like "come here and i'll show you on this horse" (pointing to the most bombproof, dead broke horse out there who probably wouldn't even kick a fly, so he had no reason to be scared) and he was like "uhh no thanks i'm good" ????? so i guess i should have known that he's just lazy. luckily he only comes out on weekends so i won't have to deal with him mostly but from now on i'm just not going to expect him to do anything and always expect to have to go after him to get things done. then later the owner's daughter yelled at me (like not in an angry way, she just thinks it's okay to yell at people for some reason... like omg if i had spoken to my mother the way she speaks to hers omg) because i needed help moving abraham's saddle up because it's really heavy and she just? slid it up? and so i was like "uhh that'll mess up his hair and he'll have a saddle sore" and she screamed "ITS FINE HIS HAIR IS FINE OH MY GOD" ughhh. i just keep telling myself that she's just a kid who thinks it's okay to yell all the time and she didn't mean anything by it. but yeah his hair was messed up and she fussed at me for tryingh to fix it ughhhhhhhh. but whatever. i know i'm just overly sensitive but it still hurt y'know. and i guess i need to keep that in mind with the boy too, he's just a dumb kid with no work ethic and he doesn't want to be out there but his parents make him so it's not really his fault he's shitty. like i'm out there because i want to be so it's way easier for me to work hard i guess than it is for him. i do feel bad for loosing my temper, moreso because i know i'm better than that than i feel bad for him because he calls everything a f****t and was bragging about sharing his ex girlfriend's nudes around the school because she's "ugly" so i honestly wouldn't have cared if he cried like a little pissbaby. but i hold myself to a higher standard than how i acted today. idk. but now im scared everyone hates me but i don't think that's rooted in reality because after everything died down everyone was nice to me again. idk. but anyway! i had a good day even though i got a sunburn on my nose. i rode abraham on two trail rides and found out he doesn't care for carrots... which sucks because i bought a huge bag. and i want to train him to come to the stall door dangit!! but i also found out that he knows "woah" a lot better than i expected, so today i didn't need anyone to hold him while i mounted and dismounted. yay, progress.

#sarah.txt #equestrian

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wcnderfulrush · 7 years

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How about Lillian and Aisling for your OCs ask? Please and thank you!

Reblog and Tag with your ocs’ Names | accepting!

Full Name: Lillian Elise MarchandGender and Sexuality: Female / Asexual BiromanticPronouns: She/HerEthnicity/Species: White and French American / HumanBirthplace and Birthdate: Toulouse, France / June 7thGuilty Pleasures: Baking / Cooking, ReadingPhobias: Thunderstorms, Heated Arguments ( she moreso fears these because she knows what happens during them, per her past~ )What They Would Be Famous For: Making the most amazing cakes in the world!What They Would Get Arrested For: Nothing she’s too pure for this worldOC You Ship Them With: Aisling Brotp, Andrea in a really platonic family otp.OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Nobody; she’s the pure light in the house.Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Mystery and fantasyLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: “It was all a dream” endings and when the mains get together even though they have 0 chemistry.Talents and/or Powers: Baking, playing piano, A+ studentWhy Someone Might Love Them: She’s really sweet and kind to anyone she meets, and is versatile in most situations. She also will try to help with anything she can.Why Someone Might Hate Them: She can be very reluctant to show anyone her negative feelings, wanting to look like a strong, optimistic girl all the time ( but that usually doesn’t pan out; give her a hug and she’s a ball of tears), and sometimes thinks only about her side of things in an argument.How They Change: She tries to be more open with things as you get to know her better, and tries to remember to actually look at your side of things as well.Why You Love Them: She’s my precious cinnamon roll that I can never get rid of tbh; I love her so much! Her blog is @youngbxker if you wanna check her out!

Full Name: Aisling DempseyGender and Sexuality: Female / BisexualPronouns: She/HerEthnicity/Species: White and Irish American / Ghost~Birthplace and Birthdate: Lisburn, Ireland / Sometime in Fall?Guilty Pleasures: Planting / Taking care of flowers, beating up anyone who hurts her friends.Phobias: Becoming too far gone, Never ascending / finding closure for her death.What They Would Be Famous For: She’s already famous for a few murders so Beating up every motherfucker that messes with her and her friends, while also having the best garden in history.What They Would Get Arrested For: Murder~ Probably a bit of assault, if she could actually get arrested.OC You Ship Them With: Lillian brotp, Kathleen and Mary Anna “let’s vent our feelings to each other” brott / Mary Anna “then let’s fucking wreck house afterwards to let off some steam” brotpOC Most Likely To Murder Them: How can you murder her when she’s already dead~ Andrea would kill her for how blunt she can be.Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Mystery, Horror, and Historical Fiction.Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: “The boy/girl next door” romance ( partially b/c it was happening to her but then she died sooo ), and she really hates Deus Ex Machina events / endings.Talents and/or Powers: Incredible strength ( linked to how she died; specializes in crushing stuff ); the more angry she gets, the more she loses herself in her actions until it’s too late, Flight, Invisibility ( or, more like making herself visible to humans, since she’s default invisible ), learning Mind Reading ( very scary and very much a work in process ). Also her gardening and sewing skills are super good.Why Someone Might Love Them: She can be very protective of the people she cares about, and is willing to do anything to help out someone close to her heart. Also makes the occasional supernatural pun, and can steal anything you want ( for a price~ ).Why Someone Might Hate Them: She can be so blunt, and it’s all usually on purpose, because she was not raised by her mother to be like that. She also brushes off any concern for herself, and is also super timid around other ghosts / making friends with ghosts and humans alike ( bad experiences yo ). She can also fall into bouts of depressive glum, and also heated rage or emotional torment when triggered ( it’s happened less as she’s gotten older, but still... )How They Change: She slowly caters more to the other person’s feelings in a conversation and tries to control her emotions better and not kill people omg aceWhy You Love Them: My angsty ghost daughter that I wanna develop even more / write a book for b/c she has so much substance. You can follow and interact with her at @aithrianam!

#;ask #(( those are the ocs that have active blogs rn! ))#(( thanks for letting me talk about them a bit~ ))#nishikinico

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jhorend · 7 years

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9,13,14,15,21,23 HAH

damn, aight let’s do this

9. Describe their personality in a paragraph.

(I always feel like I’m a bit off with these but w/e. They’re kinda short and I’m too tired to create a well constructed, concise summary for both but the additional responses should give some more insight)

Teokkin - Exceedingly loyal to the cause, pugnacious, and with an active strive for displays of wit, Teokkin fits many of the stereotypes associated with Inquest. He’s determined to earn the respect of his peers, preferably through trust but will resort to fear, particularly those that would not align themselves with Inquest. Of course, it can be a challenge to impose threats on someone when they go crying to the Peacemakers immediately, and so he often must opt to linger on the side of passive aggressiveness and careful wording. When a threat presents itself, he’s seldom the one that throws the first blow, but returns fire with swift retribution.

Nizktt - Reclusive, and a bit eccentric in a way different from most Asura, Nizktt is often more at home in the jungle, without any artificial structure over his head. It’s not quite a return to the race’s roots as tunnel diggers, favoring the above ground more, but caves are nonetheless his favorite dwellings. Even moreso when surrounded by his personal moa flock, to which he has named and carefully bonded with each and every one, having had as many as 18 of them. Some asura would go so far as to call him a savage, or a primate, but he has brushed such namesakes off and they do little to faze him now, regarding those that still call him such to be ignorant and myopic. Even if he spends his time far from laboratories and halls of study, his mind is as capably developed as any typical asura, having undergone the rigors of their education all the way through college before his life centered around the wilds.

13. What’s their favorite place in Tyria, and why?

Teokkin - Like any self respecting bookah-antagonizer, Rata Sum is Teokkin’s home and soul. Though some of his early years were spent beyond the cube, in Metrica, Sum is where he matured into the rat-bat he is now. It’s where he can be comforted by the familiarity, the congregation of great minds (but some are more great than others), a wealth of machines and magical artifice, and the distinctly infrequent presence of non-asuran beings.

Nizktt - Why, his moa cave of course. Most of its occupants have been recovered since Nizktt’s unfortunate imprisonment at the hands of the Magistracy and subsequent freedom granted to him by an opposition group, with credit to his great diligence towards finding the lost moa.

14. What’s their least favorite place, and why?

Teokkin - Any of the major cities of the other races. They are permeated with their smells, voices, and filth, and in far greater concentration than any town or outpost. It’s hard to say which one he hates the most, really. Divinity’s Reach is full of pompous, airheaded lunatics (he, of course, does not hate them because of their conceit, as that would be contradictory, but because they are horribly undeserving of wielding any pretense of superiority). The Black Citadel, or rather, Charr as a whole, in his eyes, embraces brawn over brains in many scenarios, which is just repulsive to him. He has somewhat of a guilty curiosity for their machinations however, outwardly claiming he sees them as horribly rudimentary and primitive like many asura, but knows that is an unsagacious lie after learning of the raw, brutal, and pants-soilingly intimidating destructive capability some of their more inspired creations possess. Hoelbrak on the other hand does not even make an attempt at such creations, and beyond that, essentially takes everything Teokkin dislikes about Charr and magnifies it to a greater scale. Finally, The Grove is a spectacle of both natural and magical biology, but tainted by the utterly obnoxious personality of the many Sylvari inhabiting it. And since Teokkin never was much of a florist, the Grove just isn’t anywhere near appealing enough to overlook the constant pestering and infuriatingly curious nature of the natives.

Nizktt - Speaking of the imprisonment, it’s fairly easy to imagine why Nizktt very quickly developed a terrible dread for that facility. It’s not only the severe trauma it inflicted, which he thankfully was resilient enough to keep forced out of his thoughts after some recovery time but nevertheless seethes with emotion at the memory. It helps that he has an… unusual connection with a species of flightless birds that give him something to ventilate unpleasant feelings to (In a positive way! he’d never hurt precious birbs). The loss of Rizzi though, his longest time traveling and hunting companion, had felt like part of himself perished with her.

15. Describe a high point in their story, and then a low point.

Teokkin - Probably the time he saved Kezza while Gerik was off flirting with Oola, if I’m remembering the name correctly. Teokkin felt a bit of pride in that moment, knowing he’d earned some of Kezza’s favor and elevated her respect of him over Gerik. I still need that RP log tbh… But as I look back on it, Teokkin doesn’t really have any very significant high points; there are lesser ones but Teokkin’s life is more often permeated with misfortune. So, moving onto that:

Let’s look at his more distant past instead of reviewing what happened in RP, cus why not. After Teokkin completely alienated his birth family, being on a tenuous enough relationship as it was, by spontaneously razing their laboratory (the materials within igniting the facility into a veritable inferno at a rate unprecedented even by the krewe utilizing them) through a combination of intentional mischief and innocent negligence which nearly caused the death of them (it DID spell an unfortunate end for some of the other lab technicians on site), he was cast into foster care. It was devastating to him; he didn’t know what he was expecting as punitive action for what he did, especially since he was already lectured on multiple occasions not to play with fire, but to be displaced from the family entirely by his own parents was an outcome not even hinted in his thoughts. It manifested an intense feeling of loneliness that he was quite vividly reminded of in recent times after claiming the position of Magistrate at the expense and subordination of former Magistrix Kezza and Disaggregator Gerik, brought on by their responses.

21. What are their biggest strengths? Biggest weaknesses?

Teokkin - He’d like to say it’s his intellect, but that’s any asura. Loyalty stands out in him, a product of the shame he feels from his rebellious, hoodlum upbringing. Perhaps it’s also intimidation, but that’s a tool he uses surprisingly sparingly, and too many things bigger than him do not take his threats seriously, making bluffs a difficult proposition when the scenario does not allow for violence but still requires a subdued target. Neutralization by electrocution has made a suitable substitute in many scenarios. As an elementalist he’s grown quite proficient in most fields however, and features some martial capability with his convertible, mechanized staff-spear; it’s a shame so much of his prowess goes unused within the constraints the Magistracy places on utilizing violence, as it’s seldom the primary option, but he draws from that ability as a source of confidence all the same. So yes, for an asura that claims to prefer intellectuality and discretion, he’s quite fond of simply projecting near-lethal quantities of electric current upon a victim, or impaling them on a fiery spearhead.

That can just as much be a weakness, and misdirection from the likes of a Mesmer or skilled rogue can easily catch him off guard. Both best be careful to avoid an outburst that would spare little in the vicinity, however. Expounding further, Teokkin’s young, pyromaniacal tendencies were not the product of themselves, but symptoms of a more subtle desire for power, and the respect gained through it; this occasionally manifests in borderline maniacal conniptions that can be a short term boon in combat scenarios but typically ends with prolonged exhaustion and several moments of confusion and self-loathing. These fits are not, however, restricted to direct confrontations, and he simply isn’t in enough battles for him to feel that the results outweigh the negatives of the outbursts. Because of them, Teokkin accepts the Magistracy’s reduced tolerance for violent action as a blessing, and frequently expresses a great deal of self restraint on both starting fights and then elevating them to destructive levels, which can be a limiter for him in attack.

Nizktt- He prides himself on his ability to adapt. He, naturally, was a Statics alumni, finding solutions through re-purposing already existing materials. All it takes to recognize this sort of resourcefulness is for one to notice his handmade bow: crude only in appearance, it is expandable from a shortbow into a longbow, and equipped with blades that are just as suitable for cutting through thick underbrush as it is for slicing and dicing flesh.

He is deeply connected to his moa however, and while they are certainly capable of hiding or defending themselves as well as coming to the aid of one another, they are still animals with limited coordination and intelligence, and instinct that can override rationality. Rizzi was his closest and one of the first he befriended, and he is reminded of that loss constantly when around his moa. Indeed, if something were to inexplicably happen to his flock, it would scar him deeply. Fortunately for him, while it’s usually immediately obvious he has a connection with moa as he almost always has one following him, very few know about the flock and who it belongs to.

23. Give them an AU, any AU.

Teokkin - For funsies sake, it’s exciting to imagine a near-godmode Teo that annihilates everything in his path, the Inquest having acquired him from when he was but toddler-aged, having removed him from his family by force, and amplified his capabilities to essentially use him as a living weapon. Something like the biotics from Mass Effect; like Jack, even. It’s not the most original trope but it’s fun to think of.

Nizktt - Tarzan edition, raised-in-the-wild-by-moa, of course. As if they didn’t have enough of an influence on him. With a hint more seriousness but not really much, Disaggregator Nizktt is an occasional, funny thought.

#long post #askbox meme answers #gw2 #teokkin #nizktt #i wrote like 90% of this while my eyes were screaming for sleep #so it's probably quite incoherent #i feel like i at least got my points across so

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Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Probably Deacon, though it would be very rare. Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Deacon. But he does leave.Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Again, Deacon.Who trashes the house? Hmm. I don’t know, really. I don’t think either of them does that when they’re pissed. Unless Serena does and I am just not aware.Do either of them get physical? Neither! Unless Serena finally smacks him for being an ass.How often do they argue/disagree? Probably not very often.Who is the first to apologize? Serena. It’s usually not even her place to apologize, though.

Sex:

Who is on top? Deacon almost always.Who is on the bottom? Serena is, ‘cause he’s particular and an asshole.Who has the strangest desires? DEACON.Any kinks? He likes any sort of role play, bondage, and getting a little bit rough. I am not sure what she’s into, if anything, but he’s gonna insist he gets his way.Who’s dominant in bed? Deacon.Is head ever in the equation? Head is a necessity.If so, who is better at performing it? Hurrghhhhh Deacon probably.Ever had sex in public? Nah.Who moans the most? Serena.Who leaves the most marks? Deacon. She doesn’t get to touch him.Who screams the loudest? SERENA.Who is the more experienced of the two? Hmm. Probably Deacon.Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? I feel like it’s more like… sex. Neither sounds about right.Rough or soft? Rough, but I’m sure Serena wishes he would be softer sometimes haha.How long do they usually last? Too long, because Deacon is a goddamn tease.Is protection used? When it can be found? Probably. When it can’t? Nah.Does it ever get boring? I doubt Deacon would allow that to happen honestly.Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? I don’t even know lmao

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? He wishes.If so, how many children do your muses want/have? Any! Seriously. She reminds him of his late wife and he’s got it bad.Who is the favorite parent? Probably both of them tbh, they’d both be fun and loving parents.Who is the authoritative parent? I don’t think either of them would be good at discipline. Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Both tbhWho lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Haha, as if they wouldn’t both let the kid eat trash-food. Deacon would only complain if it meant spoiling a meal.Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Both of them would, of course!Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Both. Who changes the diapers? Whoever’s closest.Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? They’d take turns. Or she would, if nursing.Who spends the most time with the children? It would be about equal, but I’d bet Serena by a slight margin.Who packs their lunch boxes? Deacon.Who gives their children ‘the talk’? DEACON. It’s as ridiculous as you’d think.Who cleans up after the kids? They’d probably teach them early on to pick up after themselves, but Serena by a slight margin yet again.Who worries the most? B O T H of them.Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? DEACON.

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Serena!Who is the little spoon? Serena, if she can convince him to spoon.Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Deacon, probably.Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Serena, probably.How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Not long. Deacon isn’t much of a cuddler, even when he’s smitten.Who gives the most kisses? Serena.What is their favorite non-sexual activity? He’s content to sit close to each other and keep themselves busy with little things, like mending clothes or reading a book. Just enjoying each other’s company.Where is their favorite place to cuddle? In bed, probably.Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Deacon.How often do they get time to themselves? Once they become an item? Probably every night. He wouldn’t wanna leave her side for very long.

Sleeping:

Who snores? Neither? Or Serena with little bunny snores.Do they share a bed or sleep separately? Deacon wouldn’t mind having his own bed, but Serena would probably wanna be close to him, so he’d compromise for a shared bed as long as it was big enough that he could have his own space.If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Start out close, until Serena was asleep. As the night goes on, Deacon would wiggle away from her.Who talks in their sleep? Neither. Or Serena.What do they wear to bed? When they aren’t on the go? She’s probably the type for a cute little night gown, right? And he sleeps in his boxers (pink with hearts) and a tee shirt.Are either of your muses insomniacs? Deacon, especially when stressed. He deals with this by keeping a book and a candle nearby whenever he can.Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? If available? Yes.Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Deacon wakes up with Serena clinging to him more often than not. He doesn’t know how it keeps happening.Who wakes up with bed hair? Serena. He’s bald.Who wakes up first? Deacon.Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Deacon, when he’s feeling particularly charitable. What is their favorite sleeping position? He likes to be on his back or side, facing away from her. She probably likes to spoon, but will cuddle the hell out of him if she can’t get him to.Who hogs the sheets? Serena.Who has nightmares? Both.Who has ridiculous dreams? DEACON.Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Nether.Who makes the bed? Neither, or Serena.What time is bed time? Whenever it gets too dark to travel or work any longer. That, or whenever one of them gets tired.Any routines/rituals before bed? I’m sure at least one of them likes to brush their teeth.Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Serena, I guess? Because he isn’t.

Work:

Who is the busiest? It’s pretty equal, honestly. They’re both busy people. Who stresses the most? Again, probably pretty equal. Or Deacon.

Home:

Who does the washing? Pretty equal, honestly. Deacon moreso only because most of them probably belong to him.Who does the cooking? Deacon. He loves to cook.Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? I don’t know if Serena would, but it would have to be her if either.Who is messier? Hmm. Not sure.Who is the prankster around the house? Deacon.Who takes the longest to shower? Serena.Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Serena.

Miscellaneous:

What’s their song? Chances Are, Johnny MathisWhat do they do when they’re away from each other? Work, mostly.Where did they first meet?As far as Serena knows? Railroad HQ. It was actually in Diamond City.How did they first meet? Deacon was gathering intel on the Vault Dweller, aka Serena. He wanted to see how she turned out.Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Deacon.Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Deacon.Any mental issues? For Deacon; some issues with depression, and slight PTSD. For Serena? I’m not quite sure.Who’s terrified of bugs? Bugs suck, but probably neither. Deacon especially hates bloodbugs.Who kills the spiders around the house? They’re some big ass spiders, so it probably takes both of them and a tire iron.Their favorite place? Down by the riverside just outside Sanctuary.Do they have any fears for their future? Surviving, the Institute, not finding Shaun, for Deacon; failing in the “mission.” Losing each other.Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Deacon! He loves to cook, and he’s surprisingly good at it.Who’s the tallest? Deacon.Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Serena.Who wanders around in their underwear? DEACON.Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? They both like to sing along, but Deacon gets silly and loud to make her smile.What do they tease each other about? He likes to tease her for being “too cute,” she probably makes some bald jokes because they’re easy and he also finds them funny. This stops as he grows his hair back in post-main questline. Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Serena. His clothes can be awful.Do they have mutual friends? Yeah, of course. Other companions, the Railroad, settlers… they spend enough time together it would be impossible not to.Who crushed first? Deacon, but he wouldn’t admit it for the world.Any alcohol or substance related problems? Deacon can be a little too fond of chems if he’s left alone with them. He tries really hard; he hasn’t touched them since he was a kid. Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Deacon.Who swears the most? Deacon.

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