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hermannsthumb · 3 years

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If you’re still doing summer prompts, could you do graduation for newmann?

15. Graduation

from (the very old) summer prompts meme here

enjoy some awkward pre-canon jaeger academy ~ROOMMATES~!! also I am pretty sure this message/prompt is from at least a year ago (if not TWO) but it was only today that I really thought about what I wanted to write for it and wrote in like a FRENZY. content warning for alcohol (no like intoxication tho)

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It was hardly to be expected that Newton would be mature over the whole thing, but Hermann finds himself in a perpetual state of agitation the final weeks of their enrollment at the Jaeger Academy anyway. Newton was very young, Hermann knows, when he graduated from university (at least he was young the first time he graduated), and he can only assume the man took it rather hard that he didn’t get to have the proper send-off he thought he deserved—all-night parties with kegerators and beer pong, one-dollar shots at dive bars, trips to the seaside with classmates. One wasn’t likely to invite someone who’d barely breached his teens and still had braces to those sorts of things, after all. It’s the only reason Hermann can think of as to why Newton has spent the month—the whole month—popping open champagne at all hours and organizing spin-the-bottle in the base rec room and generally being a great bloody nuisance to everyone they have the misfortune of sharing their graduating class with. Over-compensation is what it is.

Having Newton as his bunkmate adds a special level of unbearableness to it all. At least—and Hermann does thank the stars above for this—tomorrow marks the end of a very miserable month. A very miserable two years.

“Everyone is going to be there,” Newton says. He’s wearing an oversized pair of neon sunglasses over his regular glasses, for some reason, those abhorrently dated kind with the slatted lenses, and dangling from his left hand are two bottles of pink champagne. A bag of plastic cups dangles in the other. “Everyone. Not even just the k-scientists—the techs, the ranger trainees, the—”

“That all sounds very thrilling,” Hermann says, hefting a stack of button-ups into a cardboard box he’s labeled Clothing – Gottlieb. “You’re aware, I assume, that we’re meant to be moving out tomorrow, and you’ve not touched anything on your side of the room?”

“Dude, I have sooo much time,” Newton says. Hermann realizes now the seal on one of the champagne bottles is broken—which might explain some of Newton’s suspiciously carefree mood. “Besides, I barely even have that much shit here.”

This is patently untrue. Newton’s clothing is overflowing from his dresser; manga and monster action figures and vinyl records clutter up every inch of its top surface; there’s laundry under his bed, on his bed, his guitar picks on Hermann’s bedside table, dirty mugs on his own, half-finished reports and articles scattered over his desk… “Fine,” Hermann says. “But I haven’t finished, at any rate, so I won’t be joining you.”

Newton flops down next to him on his bed; the stopper on the opened champagne bottle wobbles dangerously, and Hermann moves quickly to push it in more firmly so he doesn’t have to add a load of bed linens to his To-Do list. “I think you need to unwind, roomie,” Newton says, grinning up at him. Both pairs of his glasses have slipped off his nose and onto Hermann’s bedspread. “We’ll have all day tomorrow after the dumb ceremony to pack, and you haven’t taken a break in, like, seven years. You’ve earned one.”

Hermann doesn’t want to take a break, or at least not in the way Newton is suggesting. Hermann wants to finish packing up his half of the room, then his designated workspace in the large k-science laboratory, and then take a shower to wash himself of the experience of being Newton Geiszler’s roommate and labmate for two years too many. Noticing his reticence, Newton adds, pleadingly, “Come for one hour? Just to do two shots with me? One shot?” He blinks, half-blind without his glasses, as if trying to discern whether or not Hermann looks likely to give in. “No shots? C’mon, Hermann, you owe me.”

“Owe you?” Hermann says, frowning.

Newton nudges him with the stack of plastic cups. “Y’know—for the sake of your ol’ penpal,” he says.

The reference to their letter-writing days jars Hermann, and despite his best efforts not to show it to Newton, his hand trembles as he deposits an unopened pack of white socks into his laundry box. He thinks it may be the first time either of them have brought it up in the entirety of their time at the Academy. It’s certainly the first time either of them have admitted to even the slightest notion of a shared history since—a week into their first year here, at an ice-breaking event for their kaiju-science peers—Newton had rolled his eyes exaggeratedly when someone attempted to introduce him to Hermann and said “Yeah, Dr. Gottlieb and I go wayyyy back.” Hermann did not admit so at the time, but the use of the honorific in place of his first name had been unexpectedly wounding—ridiculous of him, considering he made a point of referring to Newton in precisely the same way. Perhaps that little slip of the tongue had been why they were assigned as roommates scarcely a week later. An assumed friendship.

Hermann picks up Newton’s thick eyeglasses and carefully slips them back onto Newton’s upside-down face. Newton wrinkles his nose when Hermann’s thumb accidentally brushes against its tip. “I just don’t like parties very much, Newton,” he says. He’s not sure when Dr. Geiszler became Newton to him, or rather, became Newton to him again.

“Then we can do something together here,” Newton says.

He sits up and pushes the sealed champagne bottle at Hermann’s chest. “This is for you, anyway. Graduation present. Bury the hatchet, you know—odds are pretty fucking high we’re never gonna see each other again, so there’s no use hating each other forever.”

In spite of his better judgement, Hermann takes the champagne bottle. One drink won’t hurt him. And anyway, it might be a little relaxing—so long as it’s one drink only, because he still has an entire two years’ worth of research to pack away in his laboratory desk. “Do you know where you’re being assigned already, then?” he says. He was under the impression they wouldn’t find out until after the ceremony tomorrow—bit last minute, he supposes, but it’s not as if they’re making their own travel arrangements, and nearly all of their colleagues have already brought their families along with them to the Academy base.

“Nah,” Newton says, “but I wrote down a lot on my request form.” He motions for Hermann to hand him back the bottle, and he begins unscrewing the wire holding down the cork. “Tokyo—Peru—" He moves the bottle away from the bed as he pops it open with a grunt of effort, and a small bit of foam spills to the cement floor. Hermann grits his teeth and tries not to worry about cleaning it up later. “—Los Angeles. I worked on one of my PhDs in California, you know, a few weeks one July. Sea sponges. I learned how to scuba dive, I loved it—I think that’s one of the first things I’m gonna do if—once this is all over.”

He looks strangely maudlin as Hermann pours himself some champagne into one of the plastic cups and suffers through a sip. Too sweet. Hermann’s never liked sweet wines—bloody awful hangovers the next day, if one isn’t careful.

“Their entire ecosystem would be destroyed now, I guess,” Newton says. “Kaiju blue poisoning.”

“Whose?” Hermann says.

“The sea sponges’,” Newton says.

Hermann sips more of the champagne so he won’t have to respond. “I requested Anchorage,” he offers. Among plenty others, but he knows Newton will get a kick out of ribbing him for the dreary Alaskan climate. It seems to work—Newton lights up at once with a loud snort.

“Of course you did, ya weirdo,” he says. “Have fun freezing your ass off.” He takes a sip right from his bottle, then holds it out to Hermann. “Well, Hermann—you were an annoying lab partner, an even more annoying roommate, but a decent penpal, and I’m—well, I’m not gonna miss you, but I guess I can’t say I hate everything about you. Good luck with the jaegers. Good luck to whoever gets stuck with you next, actually, yikes, don’t envy them! Here’s to never seeing each other again.”

Hermann rolls his eyes, but knocks his plastic cup against Newton’s bottle. “Best of luck to you, as well,” he says. “And here’s to—well, surviving.”

“That’s cheerful,” Newton says.

They drink to their toast. Down the hall, someone puts on loud music to a chorus of equally loud cheers. Hermann reckons that’ll be Newton’s party. “You ought to head over there,” he says, turning briefly to glance at their door, which Newton has left cracked open. “Otherwise, they’ll miss—”

Newton kisses him.

Hermann doesn’t necessarily kiss back, but he doesn’t push Newton away, either. He’s more bewildered than anything. He might’ve expected this sort of thing to happen years ago—years, and years ago, before that dreadful first meeting in some dingy little Berlin coffee shop, back when a new letter from Dr. Geiszler slipped through his mail slot could make his heart thud like nothing else—but they’ve hardly been anything to each other but colleagues these past two years. Not even quite colleagues—that implies a civility they don’t possess. Professional academic rivals. He was under the impression that the man hated him, that the data when they underwent standard tests for drift compatibility was merely a fluke.

His empty cup falls from his hand and clatters to the floor. Newton slides a hand up Hermann’s jaw and keeps kissing him; he makes a small, needy noise into Hermann’s mouth.

“Newton,” Hermann finally mumbles. “What are you doing?”

Newton pulls back. A brilliant red flush is creeping steadily across his face, and he opens and closes his mouth a few times before anything comes out. “Oh, shit,” he says. “I didn’t mean—”

He stumbles to his feet. “Shit, dude, I’m sorry, I like—”

“Newton?” Hermann repeats. He feels about as dazed as Newton looks; he’s not quite sure what he’s meant to say. His lips are tingling from the kiss. “I—?”

“I’m gonna go to the party,” Newton stammers. “Sorry, dude, I—misread signals? I guess? Um—” He steps on Hermann’s forgotten cup and skids slightly, catching and righting himself on one of Hermann’s bed posts. The movement knocks Hermann’s cane (hooked there) to the floor, and Newton must bend down twice before he succeeds in picking it up. “Just—um—okay, bye.”

Hermann stares at the door for a long time after Newton leaves. Tomorrow marks the end of their two years cohabitating and working together—as Newton said, odds are high their paths will never cross again. Hermann had been counting down the days to their graduation in a little calendar he keeps pinned neatly to his wall, daydreaming endlessly of the first thing he would do once he was free from the suffocating cloud of Newton Geiszler’s presence—daydreaming of the like-minded non-Geiszlerian colleagues he would meet at his Shatterdome assignment, of a neat and orderly laboratory devoid of kaiju residue over every communal surface, of his own living quarters. He should be excited. He should be ecstatic.

Hermann touches his mouth and feels nothing but strange sort of hollowness in his chest—a black hole enveloping all else.

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He doesn’t see Newton until their graduation ceremony the next day, an affair made all the more awkward by the seating chart’s alphabetical arrangement ensuring Drs. Geiszler and Gottlieb will be knocking elbows for the full two hours. Newton is late by nearly twenty minutes, and rushes in with badly unkempt hair and a backwards tie: Hermann has a feeling he’d been lurking outside their quarters and waiting for Hermann to leave before he dared dart in to get himself ready. He wonders where Newton spent the night. He wonders why he even cares. Likely passed out on the rec room floor after the party, judging from the confetti stuck to his left cheek—or perhaps he’d finally made a move on the fellow kaiju-biologist Hermann recalls him extolling the physicality of on more than one occasion, and spent the night with him—or perhaps he did neither, and merely wandered the base for hours, sleep evading him as it’d so entirely evaded Hermann. They don’t acknowledge each other for the whole of the ceremony.

Hermann is summoned to the office of the jaeger science program head (a severe woman with short hair) later that evening, shortly after he finishes taping up his very last box of papers in the vacant laboratory. He’s handed a small manila folder containing the details of his Shatterdome assignment: Hong Kong, as it turns out. One of his requests. “Since you and Dr. Newton Geiszler have displayed a strong work ethic when partnered together,” the woman begins, “as well as a very high level of drift compatibility—”

Hermann’s eyes snap up from his folder to her face.

“—we’ll be assigning him to Hong Kong’s kaiju science division along with you, under the assumption that together you will only continue to produce positive results.”

“Pardon?” Hermann says, weakly.

Newton has finished boxing up a majority of his belongings when Hermann drags himself through the door to their quarters an hour later. He glances at Hermann briefly, embarrassedly, and says, in a small voice, “Hey, Hermann.”

“Newton,” Hermann says.

He walks over and sits down heavily atop the pile of sheets on his stripped bed. Something pokes at his thigh, and he sets aside his cane to fumble through the sheet bundle to discover what: Newton’s forgotten neon shuttered shades. The sight of them sends his stomach twisting up in knots. “Oh, hey,” Newton says, as he wraps a Godzilla action figure with bubble wrap. He nods at the manila envelope clenched between Hermann’s fingers. “Where are they shipping you off to? I’m going to Hong Kong—should be cool. I’ve never been before.” He places the little Godzilla in a carboard box. Newt - Junk! the side says in purple Sharpie. “My flight leaves tomorrow afternoon—you’re right, I definitely should’ve started packing earlier, I have no idea how I’m gonna get this all done by then.”

Hermann stares at Newton in poorly-concealed amazement as he continues to ramble on about how to pack up his instruments and whether or not they’ll let him bring his first-ever kaiju sample with him (he’s attached to it, even though he knows it’s technically the academy’s property, but maybe he can find a way to smuggle it out in his checked bags or something). Does he not know? Did they not tell him? How could they let this fall on Hermann? “Newton,” he says, slowly. “I’ve been assigned to Hong Kong, too.”

Newton freezes. “No fucking way,” he says.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #Anonymous

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cattles-bians · 3 years

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Damie Vibecca exes AU part 4

post directory

[em note: this one is LONG i had to split it!!!]

obsetress: deflecting to viola protecting becs

obsetress: once they are dating

obsetress: and thinkin thoughts

em: viola asks rebecca if she wants to put a hit out on peter and rebestiecca is like????

em: that’s hot but

em: u can do that? also maybe don’t. but mostly that’s hot

obsetress: i was literally gonna say peter is still her ex and he's a persistent fucker even though it's been a year at least and viola's response is... not far off from canon!

obsetress: becca just stares at her for a minute and then she's cupping viola's cheek and murmuring "come here" and pulling her down

obsetress: they're like kissing or whatever and rebecca's murmuring "that was hot, you know" between kisses and viola's like "oh?" and becca's like "don't be cheeky, you know it was" and vi just grins against her mouth

em: I’m Really Invested In This Crack Ship

obsetress: ok but rebecca tells jamie and dani about vi offering to put a hit on peter and they're both understandably and reasonably aghast and rebecca's just like (takes a sip of wine, ducks head, smiles to self) i think it's sweet

obsetress: dani and jamie look at each other out of the corners of their eyes

obsetress: (later, dani agrees how absolutely out of line it is but also admits that it sure does feel nice to be so taken care of sometimes)

obsetress: (jamie throws a pillow at her)

obsetress: also thinking about secret soft vibecca are sometimes and how horrified dani and jamie are the first time they see it with their own eyes

em: jamie and dani excessive PDA queens get a taste of their own medicine

em: it’s so funny that i’m like. always on the verge of viola horny posting but as soon as it’s vibecca i’m like look at these babies. these beautiful babies

obsetress: viola and rebecca kissing one (1) time at brunch and jamie, arm slung around dani’s shoulders, is like “oi, no one wants to see that” and dani, leaning into jamie, one hand in her lap, crinkles her nose and rebecca’s like “y— you’re kidding, right?”

obsetress: also like. we talk a lot about what vi does for rebecca but also like

obsetress: vi massive abandonment issues and rebecca just

obsetress: she just stays

em: ur gonna Kill me here lies em

obsetress: i know i didn’t mean to and then i just

obsetress: i can’t think too hard abt them or i will Melt Down but just like

em: look if rebecca can see the best in someone as awful as peter

em: viola isnt nearly as terrible

obsetress: esp vi post dani like

obsetress: she’s obnoxious and haughty and neoliberal but

obsetress: radical love goes a long way!

obsetress: rebecca grounding her thru touch and rebecca slipping her hands around vi’s and easing them loose when vi’s hands start to clench and rebecca just pressing a kiss to viola’s temple and murmuring “i’m here, yeah? with you. not going anywhere”

em: like i just think after eddie dani wouldnt like, just go w the flw any more. like i think abt her challenging viola occasionally

em: lovingly! gently

but like, holding her accountable

em: also violas absolutely little spoon

em: like i know blah blah viola top rebecca top leaning switch but viola little spoon

obsetress: “actually viola” (vi always knows she’s in trouble when dani calls her viola) “that was really hurtful” “i’m sorry you feel that way, dani, but—“ “i don’t need you to be sorry for how i feel. i need you to show me you’re sorry for what you did”

em: dani calls vi the Full Name and viola knows shes in trouble bc thats at least 4 extra vowels w danis midwest accent

em: it is always v surprising how much like, working w kids equips you to work w adults. b/c at least w kids you dont have layers and layers of social nuance to work through. u can just say 'hey. that was hurtful and your apology sucks'

obsetress: meanwhile dani’s over here trying to explain to vi intent vs impact and how no, it’s not semantics or nuance, it’s actually kind of a chasm

em: i kind of love like um. look viola is terrible but she wasnt born terrible

obsetress: she just has a lot to unlearn

em: and id belive that even if i wasnt a ghostfucker thats just rogers theory of self actualisation babyeee

obsetress: dani viola big fight n dani's like

obsetress: "i'm sorry and i love you but it's not my job to fix you, vi" and she just breaks down and she's like "it's not"

obsetress: jesus why did my brain take THAT turn

em: wrow

em: its ok i was gonna be like 'so they obvs break up at some point....'

obsetress: anyway viola just stares at her for a second and then she's like "you put the 'i'm sorry' before the 'i love you'"

obsetress: and dani just stares at her for a long time and she's like "yeah. i guess i did"

em: HANNAH

em: BESTIE

obsetress: i KNOW what the FUCK

obsetress: anyway dani's like "i guess i did" and vi's like "is that it then?" and dani just looks at her with her puffy eyes and is like "i think so"

obsetress: dani clayton queen of saying "i love you" over and over in the midst of breaking up w someone

em: well! she has a lot of love to give but, she also has to love herself sometimes!

em: i was thinking abt scenarios n i just remembered that. whole video rental shop thing so i think that slots in nicely

[em edit: u can read here]

obsetress: god i love that lil scene

em: dani sends viola a tentative little meme peace offering and they get back to talking and its nice but maybe a bit awkward and viola mentions like, going to therapy and seeing someone for help n its

obsetress: vi's stewing on "i can't fix you" for weeks and then she's begrudgingly. BEGRUDGINGLY calling a therapist

em: like its still awkward and dani is still nursing some wounds but she can ALSO be happy for someone she used to care about

em: still cares about!

obsetress: she's always gonna love her in some way or another

obsetress: but yeah also like. smth to viola being too stubborn to do anything she doesn't wanna do except suddenly when dani clayton gets involved and that feels p canon in its own way too

em: 'i cant fix u' weird bc every time i see viola im like 'i can fix her'

obsetress: it's like ur in my head bestie

em: how do u think viola and rebestiecca met

em: not that u think abt it or anything

obsetress: MAN i was just thnking

obsetress: in this universe how did dani and jamie meet but i guess it can still just be bly tbh

obsetress: as for vi and bestiecca hmmm

em: am so caught up in the joy of fucked up interpersnal dynamics i forgot a meet cute

obsetress: honestly part of me wants to be like

obsetress: on some dating app but a dating app for posh people yk

obsetress: but then i'm like

obsetress: that takes all the meet cute fun out of it

obsetress: oh GOD

obsetress: i got it

obsetress: ready

obsetress: so like viola landlord we know this

obsetress: and then i was watching whatever ep three the other day and bex mentions wanting to do public law right

em: oooooh

obsetress: bex public housing attorney

em: OOH

obsetress: they meet at some conference

obsetress: hit it off prob fuck lbr

obsetress: and then

obsetress: comedy of errors

obsetress: whoever stays the night, they sleep together again in the morning, breakfast in bed, bex is like "so what do you do, anyway"

em: hjgbjshmdnfbmngbmhnbgs,hndg m,shndgds

em: YES

obsetress: and then they just

em: WHEEZES

obsetress: also i like to think rebecca invites vi back to her hotel room and vi is so charmed by her taking charge ("""taking charge""") that she lets her

obsetress: and then like

obsetress: god for a while what if they just like

obsetress: they're so mortified and morally and fundamentally at odds but like

obsetress: the sex is so good???????

obsetress: that they keep just meeting up and then

em: romeo and juliet situation

obsetress: yk how it goes

obsetress: the sex is good and they see each other as like

em: thats so fucking good thank u hannah

obsetress: super rare intellectual equals whatever

obsetress: thank u i am exceedingly proud rn

obsetress: honestly at this point i'm

obsetress: rebecca and vi uhaul change my mind

obsetress: like not too quick because isabel but, quick enough to be considered

em: so the joke is like. obviously 'extremely pda damie' but when rebecca and vi are alone they Also cannot get their hands off each other

obsetress: they both just. worry about appearances too much meanwhile

obsetress: tweedle dee and tweedle dum in the overalls and mom jeans dgaf

em: accidentally seeing ur friends compromised is just part of the package of being friends w damie. however jamie accidentally catches vibecca in the act and shes Horrified

em: hypocrits

em: danis like yeah what do u. think theyre doing

em: dani is nonchallant bc shes dated viola of all people

obsetress: i mean could you imagine

obsetress: between vi and dani's just

obsetress: insatiable libido

em: HADNT IMAGINED UNTIL NOW BUT YEAH

obsetress: dani, very seriously: jamie, when two women love each other––

em: dani likes dating jamie bc it means she can top occasionally :) maybe even more than occasionally

em: jamies like ooh my god i knw i know how are u so casual about... rebecca... and ... viola... (dani just pulls her in fr a smooch)

obsetress: they have each other's clothes half off and dani's like "i'm so casual because i dated her too, babe" and jamie's like "can we not have this conversation right n"

obsetress: also i still have this on my clipboard from earlier we bopped around so fast but

obsetress: vi and bex hooking up early on:

obsetress: rebecca knocks on vi's door at, like, 6:00 pm after work, vi opens it, rebecca just grabs her and kisses her, vi pulls her in, becca kicks it closed behind her, vi shoves her against the door and they're kissing against it, then vi's ducking her head to kiss along rebecca's neck and rebecca's like "how many people did you evict today" as she angles her head and then viola's finding her lips again and tugging at her lower lip with her teeth "probably not as many landlords as you shortchanged today" and rebecca's laughing and pushing her backwards down the hall as viola tugs at her blouse

em: GOD. viola is probably like

em: ok, disclaimer: fuck all landlords

em: but at least in this fantasy world perhaps viola is 'fairly' 'reasonable' n shes absolutely playing it up for the hate sex angle n rebecca Maybe Assumes shes lying but

em: stupid morons in love

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: i think i've mentioned this before but like

obsetress: now that it's more fleshed out

obsetress: then they're at drinks one night (and when did it go from just sex to drinks? neither of them could tell you) and viola's kinda quiet n moody (n rebecca already knows she Gets Like This sometimes and that she'll usually say whatever she's thinking eventually) and finally she's like

obsetress: "i have... a daughter" and rebecca's just like "tell me about her" like it's the easiest thing in the world

obsetress: and viola's head snaps over and she stares because she was.... not expecting that

obsetress: and so viola does

obsetress: and rebecca's just like "i'd love to meet her one day"

em: soft.....

obsetress: they always turn back to soft

obsetress: like they have a fuckin mind of their own

em: rapidly oscillate between horny and soft

obsetress: that's the mood

em: violas probably like. yknow, rebecca's young and up and cming n she probably assumes rebesticca isnt interested as something as full on as a kid but shes like 'do you have any photos'

obsetress: fuck!!!!!!!!!

em: rebeccas like do u think i didnt. see the photos at ur apartment lmao

em: theres a childs drawing on the fridge

obsetress: rebecca has known almost from the jump but was

obsetress: giving viola her time

obsetress: also smth smth giving her time instead of time wearing her away etc etc we're all in hell

em: cracks knuckles

em: bestie....

obsetress: pls

obsetress: it's what i deserve

obsetress: first tho

obsetress: consider

obsetress: the way viola's face lights up when she's talking about isabel and showing rebecca all the pictures

obsetress: hold pls

em: soft......

obsetress: this one chief

obsetress: right here

#the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au #i have some old ones i wanna get through so bad just for the joy of #jamie: actually viola i DONT think cocaine is vega #vegan i meant vegan #but tumblr user obsetress mentioned the break up so! so. a recent convo

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symphonicspecter · 4 years

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Subcon Family Headcanons

Have I mentioned that I LOVE the idea of Snatcher basically just adopting a hundred child spirits and all these kids hanging out in the forest and caring for each other as siblings? @birdsareblooming‘‘s post inspired me to get my butt in gear and finally write all the thoughts I have

These are going under a read more because there’s a lot

(Any time I say spirits, I mean both Dwellers and Subconites)

All those little dolls the Subconites possess? Snatcher made those. He’ll drop everything to repair them if they get damaged. He spent days making all of them early on. Some of the Dwellers just didn’t want bodies, and he respected that and let them be. He’s taught some of the Subconites how to sew, so that they can repair themselves or if they want to make modifications or clothes for themselves.

Everybody knows everybody’s names. Some of the spirits use the same names they did in life, others made up new ones. They think it’s very important to always spell and pronounce names correctly.

If an outsider makes anybody uncomfortable everyone else goes into Get His Ass Mode

The Minion/Boss relationship is mostly just for intimidation. Regularly, the spirits refer to Snatcher as “Snatcher” “Dad” , or a nickname they made up, some like how “Boss” sounds too, But when outsiders are around, he becomes ““The Boss” exclusively, and they pretend like he’s intimidating. They like taunting about eternal servitude and permanent soul removal in their idle chat. And Snatcher acts a little bossier with them. It’s all to scare whoever is currently contracted.

Snatcher is very adaptable for the spirits. Some of them are easily discouraged or self-conscious, so he speaks more softly to them and never has them talk to him in work mode. Others love to do tasks, so he gives them chores, even when nothing needs done. He knows which ones are mute, have trouble talking, are sensitive to certain words, like to rant about their interests...

Everybody is valid! When Subcon froze over and everyone became ghosts (some with memories, others without), it essentially became an opportunity to start an entirely new society. They all foster a ““you can do whatever you want as long as you don’t hurt anybody”attitude. Along with choosing new names, some of the spirits wanted new pronouns. Queer? Neurodivergent? It’s all cool with the Subcon gang they will accept and validate you

Subcon Village is where the most houses are. The spirits take up residence in old houses, trees, anything that can be a cozy shelter. They mostly live close to each other, and several live together.

Snatcher has a check-in rule...if somebody has gone unseen for several hours, it’s time to look for them. Even with everyone already dead, there are a lot of dangers in the forest. So anytime somebody plans on hiding away for a while or wandering off by themselves, they tell somebody else. They all keep tabs on each other to stay safe

One of the Subconites made Snatcher a #1 Boss mug

The Subconites get excited to show Snatcher things they’ve made/done and he always turns into Proud Boasting Dad for them

Like a Subconite could show him their drawing of a tree and he’d be like Wow That’s So Good You’re So Talented!!!!!

Some of them want to give him the things they make. He has a special little place higher up in his tree where he keeps all of it. Sometimes he just goes up there and looks through stuff

Some of the more musically inclined spirits get together to practice and play. And they’ll invite Snatcher too

Games! Whether it’s Tag or Uno or Monopoly. The kids are always playing something. Sometimes it’s a big group of dozens, other times it’s a little group of four or five. And of course, they invite Snatcher to play with them too.

They all talk to each other so much, any news, gossips, jokes, what have you gets spread to everybody in a few hours

Movie nights...They get a big cloth and hang it between trees for a screen, and hook up an old projector and some type of player. It could be a movie left laying around from old Subcon,or something Snatcher stole from outside. A big crowd will settle on the ground and in trees and they’ll watch one or two or five movies

Campfires! They make a fire and gather around it and tell stories. Maybe they’re scary, maybe they’re not. It could be a story made up on the spot, something from a book, something they wrote themselves..they pass stories around for hours. None of them eat but they’ll put various things on sticks just for the thrill of catching it on fire

The spirits know not to bring up Vanessa

Most everybody knows how to deal with Snatcher in a bad mood. Whether he’s depressed or angry..after enough time they’ve learned what sets him off, when to give him space, when to give him hugs and kind words

Hugs and cuddles galore oh my god

All the Dwellers and Subconites are like siblings and say ““I love you” all the time

Snatcher has a hard time saying or accepting the L word but that’s okay, there’s a hundred ways to show it

Snatcher will take recommendations on what tasks to put on contracts

Snatcher has a hard time saying no to any of the kids, unless he’s in a bad mood. If he says no or seems annoyed, it’s a clear sign that something is bothering him

Cuddle piles...this mostly happens amongst the Subconites but sometimes a Dweller or two joins in or some of them want to cuddle on Snatcher

Snatcher steals from people in nearby towns...In game he says he steals mail. That’s his main method of theft as it’s the easiest. He redistributes to the Subconites. They love reading gossip in mail. Even a bill can be used for an art project. The best is when he snatches packages...who knows what fun things are inside! That’s how some of them ended up with smartphones

If Snatcher finds out that any of them want something specific, he’ll look for that when he’s out, That’s when he breaks the mail theft routine and might steal from elsewhere or con somebody into giving him whatever the item is

Besides just getting mail that Snatcher stole, the Subconites like to send each other mail. Yeah they can easily go talk to each other, but writing letters and sending packages is fun. They take their mail to Snatcher and he distributes it once a week

Snatcher absolutely will tease the kids...pretending to not understand something they’re telling him, mispronouncing the name of whatever they’re talking about, terrible puns, holding something out of reach, silly voice imitations, standard horrible dad humor

If anybody so much as looks at one of the kids wrong, Snatcher will end them

How the Subconites respond to a contractor heavily influences how Snatcher treats them...if you make friends with them, he’ll consider letting you go, but if they don’t like you...

The spirits are just as protective of Snatcher. If a contractor talks bad about Snatcher or tries to hurt him, they go into defensive mode. They’re ready to make a little plush shield around him, to kick some ass, or to check on him and tell him nice things afterwards. Or, like in game, to be his cheer squad while he does the ass kicking himself

If anybody is having a hard time you can bet the rest of the forest is saying/sending nice things to them instantly

Subcon has its own inside jokes/memes..

Several of them pitch in to decorate or host activities for holidays. Around a holiday, Subcon Village is covered in decorations. They have their own traditions, taking from what they remember from being alive, what outside towns do, and anything they think would be fun to add

They all teach each other..Snatcher taught some of them to sew, he teaches some of them about law, he’s shown a few how to play violin and cello...they teach each other about space, biology, painting, historical figures...it’s very common for them to talk about their interests and to want to learn about someone else’s

Sometimes Snatcher reads out loud for a group of spirits. He picks out books specifically for it, and then lets them pick from the collection

Every so often they plan events..maybe a bunch of them get together to write/make/perform a play, or the musicians hold a concert, or there’s open mic/creative writing readings, or dances! They always run it by Snatcher to get the okay and to get help planning/scheduling/reaching out/spreading word. There’s always a great turnout at these, with most or maybe even all of the spirits attending!

Sometimes Snatcher practices his Intro with a Subconite or two, and they give him some tips on how to be scarier

Yeah, arguments and misunderstandings happen occasionally, but they get resolved quickly

The kids tend to go to Snatcher for advice and with questions. He doesn’t like to bring up his own problems with them as he doesn’t want to bother them.

Snatcher, the Dwellers, the Subconites..they tend to just get a little burst of happiness seeing each other/saying hello

Snatcher just genuinely enjoys the company of the kids, and playing with them, and when they get so excited to talk to him it just makes him so happy, and he’s so protective of them...And just the same they respect him so much, and look up to him, and feel safe with him, and try to look out for him

They’re all there for each other and have a secure relationship 🖤

#ahit #a hat in time #evps #the snatcher #for someone who doesn’t like to read a lot on tumblr I sure do write a lot huh #apparitions

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at-the-exd-of-everythixg · 3 years

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@blind-mutant

Coffee shop AU: Who is the barista, and who frequents the coffee shop?

Sal's at the coffee shop...what? Every night? It always feels a little different and a little bit the same each time. Sometimes Sal appears in suits and a slick charm while other times he's there in luxury dresses and patiently putting on makeup while Rhys rushes to get his over sweetened drink ready. Rhys never really says anything about the fact that Sal's lazy flirts make his stomach flip, or the fact that Sal usually calls him Moonie so sweetly.

And Sal's just as drawn to the pretty little drink maker, who always gives him extra whipped cream. How could he not want to flirt with the beautiful man? The one who smiled so sweetly whenever Sal got there and felt like the only person who seemed to really listen to him. Sweet drinks and sweet men are all Sal wants in life.

Highschool/College AU: Who is the straight-A student, and who’s the backrow slacker?

Sal doesn't exactly want to be a good grade student. It fucking sucks and the stress piles on more and more, but he knows that even failing for a moment would result in Giles yanking him away from other people and back to the same little house where he and his siblings would just be hurt more and more. It means everything to Sal to work hard, and it isn't like Rhys Brennan helps any.

What makes it worse? Rhys is...aware of it, in a way. He can hear the stress and pressure in Sal's voice and maybe he likes to flirt and tease the smaller man, just to have he pleasure of Sal snapping back and even occasionally when Sal joins him. He wants to know more about Sal, wants to know why he's so odd and so...not human. And Rhys has always, unashamedly, been drawn to secret and rude little men.

Rivals to loves AU: Who takes their rivalry seriously, and who is half in it just to push the other’s buttons?

Rhys came into Eden's Fruit, eager to impress and find his place at a workplace where he could be appreciated. And maybe Rhys does want to be the best, because the best always have the most trusted positions and the best always get assured of their worth. Instead, Rhys has Sal, who wishes to snark and play rivals, who thinks it's funny how much Rhys seems to care about being the best.

Its funny to tease and watch the taller man grow frustrated, funny as shit to flirt shamelessly while Rhys flushes and scowls. The other man doesn't seem to have that same sense of fun that Sal had beaten into him. Rhys just needs a good kiss and a shove off the highest balcony so Sal can rip that sense of terror away and not remember the fact that he shared it so strongly once.

Enemies to lovers AU: Which one switches sides?

Aspherane and Earth come to a clash and it's something everyone should have seen coming. Sal knows it's his part to leave Earth and go to the one place that won't one day kill him, just as Rhys knows that he should stay in Krakoa, the mystical island where everything should be safe and fine. Really, it's for the best that they stay apart and in their own separate world of shifting darkness and varied powers. The heavens and Earths were never really meant to mix.

So why do they still meet up? Like some sort of fucked up version of Romeo and Juliet in Sal's opinion, but it isn't like he can even think of not meeting up with Rhys in secret. Aspherane and Krakoa are meant to be their paradise and yet Sal won't ever stop thinking about simply meeting up with Rhys again and being able to kiss the other man. He considers trying to find a way to escape all of it, whether its beyond the stars or unde the Earth, where hell and demons reign strong.

Soulmate AU: Who is eager to meet their soulmate? Who absolutely does not want to meet their soulmate?

Rhys used to want to meet his soulmate. Key word used to. Years of being locked away shut down those thoughts. Better to not care about any soulmate than to hurt himself with facing someone who won't think he's good enough for them. It's a big difference from Sal, who looked over himself every day, hoping to find any mark or symptom of a Soulmate, to prove that he was human enough and to prove that maybe he was still good enough to at least have one.

And then he meets Rhys and the taller man us everything Sal wants, he bares the mark of the soul that can only mean he belongs to Sal, only...he's spoken before about how much he didn't want a soulmate. Rhys wanted Sal, not whoever was supposedly written up for him by fucking fate of all things and now they're both stuck in an awkard position really; Rhys wants Sal and doesn't want a supposed soulmate while Sal wants Rhys but now thinks the man he loves doesn't want him. They don't even deserve to be called himbos.

Single parent AU: Which one is the single parent? (Alt. if they’re both single parents: Which one is open to starting a new relationship from the start? Which one is never planning on finding love again… Until they meet the other and are instantly smitten?)

Sal is...more than aware of the fact that maybe he should have told Rhys about his child before inviting him to come live with him. But then again, why should he have to tell Rhys? If Moonie likes him so much, then Moonie can deal with his Starling. The rules are simple and it definitely helps keep a barrier up in case things go to shit.

Unfortunately, Sal didn't account for the fact that Rhys adores him enough to adore his Starling, the only other part Sal has that's enough like his own and how could Rhys resist wanting to protect someone just like Sal? Ugh, he became a dilf though emotions and Sal isn't happy about his newfound attraction for the fact that Rhys is the only one who can seemingly handle a half alien and a quarter alien child, but damn if he doesn't get buzzy when watching Rhys interact with the brat.

Doctor AU: Which one is the longsuffering doctor? Which one is the patient?

Rhys isn't...entirely sure what to make of the new patient in his institute, but Sal's angry scremaing and the way he quietly clings to Rhys at times means more to him than he would ever let on when trapped in such a dangerous place. Still, he tries to enjoy the brief moments he has between Blue and Sal while he can still get them.

And eventually they all get out. Blue dies and Rhys is grief torn and everyone leaves. Everyone except Sal, who was on his way to dying himself from the constant fluorescent lights. Rhys's constant darkness pulls him through though and now? Now Rhys is all he has and he saved him in more ways than one. Sal won't ever be Blue and that stings constantly, but the very least he could do is keep his feelings behind his teeth while doing what he can to keep him and Rhys alive.

Bodyguard AU: Who is the bodyguard? Who are they protecting? Which one is secretly pining for the other?

Rhys is...not entirely sure how to deal with the little brat he's been assigned to guarding. Sal is apparently some fancy alien...explorer? Ambassador? All Rhys knows it that Sal tends to use more than just his words to charm high assed men of Earth and never seems to fully realise the danger he puts himself in. It doesn't help the fact that Sal is...exceptionally cute and often expects Rhys to do certain customs that fluster him terribly and Sal has no idea why.

And really, what's so odd about asking your bodyguard to get in the bath with you? To help with your safety and self care? Sal knows that maybe it's a little odd, but how can he trust someone with his life if they haven't seen him when vulnerable? It's so dumb and that's exactly why he's fine of sleeping in the same bed as Rhys ans eating together. Not to mention that his bodyguard is....very fucking cute in his suits and the way his voice sounds rougher in the early mornings.

Pirate AU: Who is the pirate? Who is the member of the royal family who did not sign up for this?

I uh. Since were already doing this......Persephone and Hades au instead???

Rhys is....aware that his parents hated him, thought him to be evil and even he sees the irony of being a reborn Greek god of death when he's Irish. Getting out of the asylum was easier though and Rhys is grateful thay he cannot be held down as Kronos once did to him. Now Rhys travels looking for his reborn queen, whether she stays as she is or decides to be his husband or monarch of life.

And just as, Sal knows he was reborn oddly. Knows that flowers and Greek summers run through and that was enough for his Demeter to cast him out into the wild winters. Sal knows he should find his Hades, knows that a part of him aches for blooming spring and being able to kiss the person he loves primally. But Sal knows he bares the name from Maiden to Chaos Weaver and then it is his task to take, to perhaps hide from Hades and to save this reborn form of his husband from having to he stuck with him.

Then Rhys moves in and uh. Sal's kinda fucked, you know?

Childhood best friends AU: Which one was super obviously in love with the other the whole time? Who was oblivious until they were older?

How can Sal NOT be smitten with Rhys? The older boy is pretty and speaks funny and he always looks happy to see Sal, which is great because Sal likes his brother and sister, but he likes Rhys differently, like how Pap an' Mamné do. Rhys likes Sal too, but he doesn't ever seen to be aware of the way Sap clings to him and the manner of the kisses that get pressed to his cheeks, doesn't see the way Giles and his own parents narrow their eyes at it.

Then the institute happens and Sal's heart gets torn from him as Giles kicks him out. He's torn for years as he searches for Rhys and gets torn more when Cecil crushes and loves him sickly. By the time he finally meets Rhys...well, it's a big What If as to whether Rhys can truly stand someone whose been as ruined as he has, whose pale and scowls and flirts so horribly with anyone else but the reminder of his heart.

#ask #blind-mutant #headcanon #the living stardust (sal)#hope u don't mind me replacing the pirate one !#thought u deserved something fresh

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steves-on-a-plane · 5 years

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Deviant Halloween

Part Two Words: 1415 Pairings: Reader x Connor (Rk800) Summary: Connor invites reader to a Halloween party at Hank’s where Lt. Anderson reveals something he didn’t think was actually a secret. Author’s Note: Honestly this started out as what if Connor was Hank for halloween and the rest came out of that. 🤷‍♀️ might do a part two if there’s any interest.

“Detective [Y/N]?” You looked over from your workstation monitor to see Connor standing by your desk.

“Connor.” You smiled and offered him an acknowledging nod before looking back at your monitor.

“You have not responded to my invitation.” He told you in his usual level tone. As always Connor’s voice was void of emotion or accusation. He was just stating a fact.

“Wait what? What invitation?” You turned away from your work again to give him your full attention.

“One month ago, I sent you an email invitation to a party. The event is soon and you have not responded. I would like to know why.” He explained.

“Party?” You tried to think back. Connor hardly ever sent emails to you that weren’t business related. There was the occasional meme or dog video but other than that... “Wait, do you mean the invitation you sent me for a Halloween Party at Hank’s place?” You reached for your phone and started searching through your emails. Luckily you never clean out your inbox. After a few taps, and filtering by sender, you found the RSVP in question.

“I didn’t respond because I thought it was a joke. Hank’s not exactly the party throwing type.” You reminded him

“It’s not Hank’s party.” Connor said. “It’s mine. Hank was just nice enough to let me use his house, but I can see how that might be confusing.”

“Oh, I’d love to come to your party Connor.” You tapped the box next to ‘going’ before sending the reply. “Sorry it took me so long to respond.”

“It’s alright. I look forward to seeing what your costume will be.” Connor nodded politely before walking off to accomplish some other task.

“Right.” You sighed, leaning back in your chair. “My costume…What the hell do you wear to an android’s Halloween party?”

In the days that followed you thought long and hard about what you wanted to wear to Connor’s party. You’d considered Sarah Connor and other characters from the Terminator franchise but thought that might be too on the nose. You thought about going the easy route, a cop, after all you had a few of your old uniforms lying around somewhere. Still this felt a little lazy. Timing played a large part in choosing your costume too, it wasn’t exactly easy to pick a good costume two weeks before Halloween.

The night of Connor’s party you felt a nervous feeling building in your stomach. Your costume wasn’t as jaw dropping as you had hoped. It was simple. A pair of brown leggings, a brown long sleeve shirt, a furry brown vest. The look was topped off with a blue choker necklace and your hair pulled into pigtails to mimic big floppy ears. Yup, you, a highly trained detective of the DPD and a certified adult, had shown up to your android friend’s Halloween party in a makeshift dog costume.

“What the hell was I thinking?” You mumbled to yourself as you stood on Hank’s stoop. You stared at the doorbell, wondering if you should just turn back and head home. Too late. Hank’s front door opened suddenly, and you weren’t expecting the sight before you.

“[Y/N]!!!” Connor’s face lit up at the sight of you. “I saw your car entering the driveway.” He explained. You didn’t respond right away. You were still soaking in what must have been his costume. Connor was wearing a baggy pair of jeans with a button up shirt only half tucked into it. The shirt fit him poorly and was covered in a loud orange and yellow pattern. He wore a long brown coat over his ensemble.

“Connor are you…” You couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you dressed as Hank?”

“You noticed!” Connor acknowledged excitedly. “And you came as a dog? I love dogs.”

“Yeah, ah, I know.” You felt yourself blush.

“Connor, whoever that is, let them in and close the door. It’s freezing outside.” You heard Hank’s voice calling over the music. Considering this your invitation, you didn’t wait for Connor to say anything else. You stepped inside and let him close the door behind you.

Once inside, you could see that you weren’t the first to arrive to Connor’s party. You recognized three or four uniformed members of the Detroit Police department in attendance. There were also two androids in attendance who you did not know. Hank came swaggering over to you when he recognized you from across the room. He was wearing a pair of ill-fitting jeans and a faded tshirt that read “This is my Costume.” Hank offered you a weak smirk.

“Oh [Y/N], Connor mentioned that you might be stopping by.” He said.

“Oh, I hope that’s okay.” You replied worriedly.

“Okay?” Hank scoffed. “He hasn’t stopped talking about you since…”

“Hank, do you think we have enough ice?” Connor interrupted his friend.

“Ice? What the fuck are you talking about?” Hank eyed the android for what felt like a full minute. “Nevermind, I know what this is about.” He shook his head. Sure Connor, I’ll go in the kitchen and make us some more ice.” Hank slipped away from the conversation mumbling about ice the whole time. You thought it was strange behavior for the two of them, but it was also strange for the two of them to be throwing a party in the first place, so you were able to shrug it off.

“Hank let me dress Sumo in a costume too!” Connor told you excitedly.

“Really? Can I see?” You wanted to know. You’d been to Hank’s place a couple of times just to meet up while working on a case. You didn’t typically stick around for very long and as a result you hadn’t spent much time with Sumo. All you knew was that Connor thought the St. Bernard was a big softy.

Connor waved you over to a quieter corner of the living room where Sumo was laying with his head lazing resting on his two massive paws. The dog was dressed unmistakably as Sherlock Holmes. He had a brown plaid cloak wrapped around him and an appropriately sized deerstalker hat, a tobacco pile chew toy laid forgotten next to him.

“He’s a detective.” Connor said.

“Well how about that buddy, you’re a detective and I’m a dog!” You crouched down and offered Sumo an affectionate scratch between the ears. Sumo briefly lifted his head in appreciation but was otherwise unaffected.

“Hey [Y/N], can you give me a hand with this ice?” You heard Hank calling for you from the kitchen.

“I’d better go see what he wants.” You rolled your eyes as if to say ’You know how Hank is.’ You left Connor to join Hank in the kitchen. The senior detective was leaning against his kitchen counter, watching the party and drinking whiskey straight from the bottle.

“I thought you were having an ice crisis in here.” You huffed.

“How the hell did you become a detective?” Hank complained before taking another swig of his drink. “There is no ice. Connor just wanted to talk to you alone, but I want to talk to you first.”

“Talk to me about what?” You didn’t miss how goofy you must have looked tilting your head to the side with curiosity just like an actual dog would.

“Don’t do that!” Hank grumbled. “I want to talk to you about Connor. Listen, you know normally I don’t like to get involved in people’s lives like this but Connor he’s…well…you know emotions are still really new to him and I just want to make sure that he’s not putting himself in danger.”

“Hank, what are you talking about? We’re at a Halloween party, at your house by the way, how would that put him in danger?” You asked. Hank covered his face with one of his hands.

“You’re seriously going to make me spell it out for you?” He complained, the words barely audible through his fingers. “Connor loves you, or at least he thinks he does.”

“I-wait what? Connor? Me?” You looked across the room where Connor was mingling with some of the uniformed officers. “Why?” You questioned Hank.

“Hell if I know.” He shrugged, reaching for his bottle again. “But you need to decide what you’re going to do about it, because I’m not going to let you lead him on and break that kid’s heart.”

“Hank I could never!” You assured him.

“Well, what are you going to do then?” He wanted to know.

#Connor x Reader #Connor RK800 #Connor RK800 FF #Connor RK800 Fan Fiction #Connor RK800 Fan Fic #detriot become human #DBH Connor #DBH Connor x Reader #DBH Connor FF #DBH Connor Fan Fic #DBH Connor Fan Fiction #Halloween

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selfindulgentpoorlywritten · 5 years

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Is That A Yes?

I’ve re-read this so many times in the past three days I think I went blind for a while. Get it out of my face.

Rating: T

Pairing: Nolan Patrick/Reader

Words: 2858

Warnings: past self harm, drinking, someone gets smacked upside the head

Requested: yes / no

Summary: You don’t exactly hide your scars, but when you leave them visible, people tend to ask questions. Exhibit A: TK, approximately 90 seconds ago.

There’s an official Welcome Back party between camp and pre-season, but this isn’t that. This, right here, is the infinitely better unofficial Welcome Back party, without any upper management around to make sure you all behave yourselves. It’s at G’s house as is tradition, with just the team and a few select team-adjacent workers-- like you. Really, you just drew the lucky card by working in the Social Media department. With your job, you get to interact with the team in a slightly-less formal manner, mostly just asking if you can use certain pictures or share their public posts. A lot of your job is making memes, honestly. It’s more complicated than that, obviously, because PR (and social media PR especially) is a whole science, but you’re not a fan of explaining all that. It’s easier to let people think your job is just making random memes, not psychology or sociology or market analytics and a hundred other things wrapped into predictive fan outreach.

But the nature of your job ensures that most of the team thinks of you fondly, which gets you invited to the fun things, as long as you promise not to post them online. Which you never would, because that would be an asshole move, but they still make you promise every time. You’re pretty sure it’s mostly just them fucking with you at this point, but you still go through the motions just in case. Usually it’s G or Ghost or Coots who send you the invites via text, and once you’re there, whoever answers the door makes you hold up your right hand and swear you won’t share anything that happens. It’s kind of fun to have your own little thing with the team.

Currently, no one’s done anything outrageous, but since Ivan and Oskar are already in a drinking competition, that probably won’t last long. You’re just relaxing in a corner, sat in one of G’s more comfortable chairs while you chat with Voráček about his summer. You don’t really get a summer break like they do, because social media never sleeps, but the workload is at least a little lighter during the off-season. There’s a natural lull in the conversation, which he uses to announce he’s going to get another drink. Once you nod, he vacates his seat to head for the kitchen. Almost immediately, someone plops down in the empty seat in a way that makes it clear that they’re already tipsy, at the least.

“Y/N!” TK greets, throwing up the hand not holding his drink, “How are you? I missed you!” He always gets this way when he drinks, overly affectionate with his non-stop energy somehow turned up even higher. At least with people he likes-- he’s more than willing to fight anyone who pisses him off, don’t get it twisted.

“Hey TK,” you say, smiling warmly, “I missed you too.” You did, actually. You missed all the boys when they were away, if you were being sentimental and honest. They were like family. A really big family, made up of huge dudes who slap around a puck and fist-fight other huge dudes for a living. Best family you could ask for.

“Oh shit, Y/N/N,” he almost-gasps, “Where’d you get those bad boys?” You have no idea what he’s talking about at first, until you realize he’s pointing to your leg. Your leg that is uncovered for once, because you hadn’t thought ahead and had put all your leggings in the wash this afternoon, so they were too wet to wear here. Your leg that is usually hidden, because of the very obvious scars littering it in neat little rows that overlap at certain points where you had run out of room. Your leg that was supposed to be covered by the skirt of your dress, but which had traitorously ridden up when you crossed your legs while talking to Jake. Fuck. Before you can even react, TK is sputtering and outraged, because a hand had come from nowhere to smack him upside the head.

“Shut up, Teeks,” Nolan hisses. Out of everyone you could have anticipated defending you, Nolan isn’t exactly high up on the list. It’s not really defending you, though, because you can’t imagine TK asking that question if he knew the answer, so it’s not really an attack. He’s not a bad guy, not the type to do something like that.

“What the fuck?” TK swipes at the beer he’d spilled upon impact, “What did I do?” See? He’s not an asshole, just dumb. Nolan looks at you like.. Something. You’re usually pretty good at reading people, but he seems to be the exception. Rarely can you ever figure out what he’s thinking or feeling, and it’s frustrating, to put it mildly.

“It’s fine, Travis,” you say, handing him some napkins to dry his shirt as much as he can, “Don’t worry about it.” He doesn’t have to worry about what he said, but now you have to worry about what Nolan said, and what Jakub might have seen too. You don’t exactly hide your scars, but when you leave them visible, people tend to ask questions. Exhibit A: TK, approximately 90 seconds ago. It’s just annoying to have oblivious people ask about them; or worse, people who recognize what they are and pity you. Ugh.

You stand and take Nolan’s wrist gently but firmly, shooting TK some general adieu before you lead Nolan through the house and into the front yard. You would go out back, but the weather is still nice enough that people are milling about outside, and you’re not looking to have an audience. You stop a few feet from the front porch, releasing his arm and tugging your dress down just in case, which inadvertently bares more of your cleavage, which Nolan’s eyes dart to for a split second before very intentionally returning to your face, but whatever. The point of the matter is that Nolan had literally just walked up at the last second, meaning he wasn’t there long enough to actually see your legs, only overhear the question, which means he already knew about your scars, which, honestly, just, how the fuck.

“You didn’t have to hit him,” you say, as good an opening as anything. You’ll build your way up to the main issue after dealing with this one.

“But he asked…” Nolan trails off, like he doesn’t want to address the scars. He looks like he’d rather be anywhere else, doing anything else, than be here, having this conversation. Tough shit.

“Yeah, so?” you respond, “People ask about them all the time. It’s not a big deal.” It really isn’t. Little kids ask about them every summer when it’s too hot to even consider wearing long pants, pretty much everyone in your office has addressed them in some way, you can almost never wear anything that shows your thighs without someone saying something. It’s not like you’re ashamed of them, or that talking about them triggers you, or anything. It’s just another thing. Another part of your body like anything else. The only time it’s a big deal is when people make it a big deal.

“I just--” he looks... aggravated, maybe? Like he can’t decide what to say, or how to phrase whatever’s on his mind. You’re not sure what he’s going for, either, so you can’t exactly help. Most of the time, when people do stuff like what he did, they’re trying to protect you, or prevent an awkward situation. It’s a nice sentiment, and all, but usually it ends up creating an even more awkward situation, so. Better in theory.

“You never talk about them,” he says, finally, “And you always cover them. So I figured… I don’t know. That Teeks asking would upset you, or whatever.” So yeah, protectiveness, but also kind of logical? It makes sense to think someone wouldn’t want to talk about something they hide 98% of the time they’re around you. You’re finding it harder to be mad at him, unfortunately.

“I don’t cover them ‘cause I have an issue with them,” you sigh, feeling your shoulders drop as you let the anger leave your body, “It’s just irritating to talk about them all the time. But I don’t mind someone asking now and again.” For some reason, it’s difficult to keep eye contact, so you’re getting a good look around G’s yard. His hedges need to be trimmed.

“Oh,” seems to be the only thing Nolan can say, keeping his arms crossed over his chest, but not as tightly as before. He’s looking pretty much everywhere but you, too, so you feel a little better about your shifty eyes. This is weird. You should say something to make this not weird. How did he even know, though? It’s not like you guys see each other all that often at work, and you only hang out sporadically during the season, and you can’t think of a time you weren’t wearing jeans or leggings around him.

“How did you know?” you ask, breaking the stiff silence, “About them.” His arms tense over his chest again, and you’re deliberately not allowing yourself to think of how good his biceps look in that position. His biceps look good in basically any position, anyway, so there’s nothing special about this. But damn they look good. You’re not drunk enough to be thinking like this.

“I stopped by PR last season,” he says tightly, “I don’t know why you were there, but It was hot out, so you were wearing those black shorts.” He waits for the realization to dawn on your face as you realize exactly what shorts he’s talking about. Your “fuck it it’s hot out and don’t give a damn” shorts. That definitely show a large portion of your thighs. Shit.

“I knew a few people who did… that,” he continues, avoiding your eyes again, “So I kind of figured that’s what it was.” He’s known for a year and never said anything? Never even treated you any differently? No stupid comments, no awful pity? That’s actually kind of. Nice? Even your boss had brought up your scars and talked about how this is an “open, accepting workplace” so you didn’t need to hide them and blah blah blah.

“Oh,” seems to be all you can say now. Dumbfounded is a pretty good descriptor of your mental state at the moment. You’d had partners who had made a bigger deal out of this than he did.

“It’s not like it changes anything about you, y’know?” he continues, talking far more than you’d expect, as if he’s nervous, “Like, you’re still the same person, whatever you went through, or whatever.” He’s trying so hard to keep this casual and reassure you at the same time. It’s sweet. The two of you had never been particularly close, is the thing that’s making this weird. You’re not really close with most of the team, but some were closer to “friends” than “co-workers”, and Nolan wasn’t one of them. Well. Actually. Now that you think about it. The two of you always talked for a few minutes when you ran into each other, and tended to gravitate toward each other at events, and had a pretty consistent text conversation going for like, two years. But if someone asked who your friends were, you wouldn’t go straight to him. Maybe because you keep a very intentional distance, because he’s cute and surprisingly sweet and funny, and you might maybe have a tiny little crush on him even though he’s so far out of your league he’s basically playing a different sport (ha ha), and if you let yourself get too attached you’ll only end up heartbroken. You know all too well how this story ends, no matter how hard you hope to rewrite it.

“Anyway,” he clears his throat after a probably too long silence, “Sorry for hitting him, I won’t do it again. At least, not for that.” You’re still coming to terms with the fact that, shit, you’re definitely friends, so it takes him starting to walk away for you to snap out of it. Your hand closes over his shoulder without you realizing you’re moving, keeping him from leaving. With a tug of your hand that’s more a suggestion than a demand, he turns back to face you, looking… something.

“Thank you,” you say, “For wanting to defend me. And for accepting that I don’t need it. And for not treating me any differently.” He gives you one of those small, devastatingly earnest smiles of his, and your heart feels like it’s going to break out of your ribcage just to get to him. Ah shit, you opened the floodgates like an idiot, and now you have to acknowledge the fact that not only are you friends, you’re in love with him. Fucking hell.

“Of course,” he replies, bringing a hand up to cradle your face in a gesture far too intimate for your level of friendship. Just because you love him on the inside doesn’t mean he can touch you like this, so soft and unexpected. Like, you’re not gonna object, because you’ll take what you can get, but Jesus H Christ, it’s a lot. The two of you don’t do this.

“Ayy!” someone shouts, coming around the side of the house, “I told you guys!” It’s Oskar, of course, shitfaced and waving someone on to follow him around the house. “Someone” turns out to be half the fucking team, most of whom start hooting and hollering upon seeing you and Nolan. Which is-- why would-- what the fuck? You only remember that Nolan’s hand is cupping your jaw when he tears it away like it burns, though your skin is suddenly cold from its loss. He takes a step back and you do the same, realizing what all of this must look like: standing close together away from the party, gingerly touching, looking into each other’s eyes. Yeah, not great. A few of the guys descend on Nolan, mussing up his hair and congratulating him on “finally making his move” even as he protests. What does that mean? Finally making his--

Oh fuck no.

No, this is a misunderstanding. Or a dream. There’s no way fucking Nolan likes you. This is one of those times where your friends insist you have a crush on someone even though you’re honestly just friends, it’s all a hilarious mistake that Nolan will set straight and you’ll all laugh about. Laugh about even if it hurts.

“I would’ve made my move if Oskar hadn’t ruined it!” he finally shouts, swatting the hands away from him. Silence descends over the crowd and you’re sure you’re making a truly ridiculous face. He would’ve if Oskar hadn’t ruined it? Meaning he was trying to-- you’re fucking kidding. This is all a joke, and it’s the meanest prank they’ve ever pulled. This is-- it’s an asshole move, to tease about this kind of thing.

“Oh shit, Patty, I’m so fucking sorry, dude,” Oskar apologizes, and he seems sincere, but that doesn’t mean this isn’t part of the prank. Carter stepping forward from the back of the group to say “well, might as well, now”, however, is a little convincing, because Hartsy is one of the only men in the world you trust completely, and you can’t fathom he would ever do something this horrible to you. When you look back to Nolan, he looks so many things at once, but mostly nervous, until his expression is overtaken by a steely resolve. He takes two steps towards you to make up your collective steps back, looking as focused and determined as he ever does on the ice, bringing his hand back to your face again. Your skin burns white hot where it touches his, and you can feel how wide your eyes have gotten, but can’t seem to do anything about it.

“So, I know they kind of ruined it,” he says, more sure than you’ve probably ever seen him, “But, uh. Fuck it. Y/N, do you want to go out some time?” Everyone around you is watching with a palpable tension, like they’ve been expecting this for a long time and are just waiting to see something come to fruition. You weigh the options. Either you err on the side of caution and say no, potentially denying yourself something you’ve wanted for a long time if this is real, or you say yes and have two further options: this is fake and you just laugh along and say you were kidding, or it’s real and you get to go on at least one date with the guy you’ve been low-key in love with for two years. Not much of a decision, really.

“As long as you don’t bring TK,” you respond, just cheeky enough to fit either scenario. Nolan kind of huffs a laugh at that, giving a small, hopeful smile that ensures you of his sincerity.

“Promise,” he says, pauses, continues, “Is that a yes?” Your smile could ignite a sun.

“Yes.”

#Nolan patrick imagine #nhl imagines #RI #andis coping mechanism #npatrick

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catsafarithewriter · 5 years

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From the resent promt list (if you feel up to it): 15 (“I’ve come to the conclusion that I can no longer rely on you to make any rational decisions.") for Baron and Haru. Have fun! :)

Day 4: Prank War

A/N: So I am definitely cheating and re-purposing a half-written prompt I got sent ages ago (sorry, nalua!) for Day 4: Prank War of the TCR Birthday Bash. This is a human AU ficlet.

Based on this post.

Having Louise for a sister meant that Baron wasn’t entirely unaccustomed to strange messages at stranger times of day.

Like the time she had texted that there was an intruder making noises in her bathroom, and only later sent a photo of a ROOMBA hover trapped behind the door that her landlord had set to automatic.

(Baron had been halfway to her house armed with a crowbar before the situation had been resolved.)

Or the week that she communicated solely in memes.

(She sent him the entirety of the Bee movie. Twice.)

Or the 11pm text demanded to know which Greek philosopher followed Plato.

(Aristotle. It was Aristotle. And she was cheating in a pub quiz.)

(She won.)

So he wasn’t completely shocked when he received the frustratingly contextless text stipulating the urgent need for him to send a photo of a shaved leg.

He scanned the message for signs of any obvious typos and, when he came to the reluctant conclusion that Louise had meant what she’d said, sent back, “Why?”

“it’ll be funny”

“You already have shaved legs. Take your own picture”

“a guy accidentally messaged me and he wants a pic”

“There are easier ways to pick up guys. Also. You already have a girlfriend??”

“I KNOW. god. okay but he’s being creepy and needs to be taken down like a 100 pegs you’re my big brother aren’t you meant to protect me?”

“We’re twins, Louise”

“an even better reason why you should be helping me twinkie”

“*twinnie damn autocorrect”

Baron ignored the mistake. “You were born first”

“taller = big brother”

“You’ve been calling yourself the ‘alpha twin’ for years”

“your point is?”

Baron didn’t reply.

Eventually, Louise sent, “Humbeeeeeeerrt”

“Do you know how much effort it takes to shave a leg?”

“try shaving two on a regular basis. it sucks. okay but seriously H this guy has obviously pressured some girl into giving him her number and the fake one she gave just happens to be mine I’m not going to throw this chance away come on he’s an absolute Creep he asked for a shower pic I NEED to troll him”

Baron stared at the almost incomprehensible mess of run-on sentences, weighing up the options as if he wasn’t already mentally commited to the cause.

“How much leg do you need?”

“!!! Thank you!! also as much as you can convincingly pass for a lady”

“How long is this going to take?”

“lol like no time at all”

There was no answer at Baron’s door when Haru knocked, so she let herself in with her spare key and found the beginnings of dinner in the works. It looked like Baron had at least selected out the food - pots and pans arranged and the vegetables ready to be prepared - but that was where it ended. Which was a pretty long way off completion, considering that she had been promised a meal. The radio was faintly playing and the lights were still on.

So. A tad horror movie-esque.

She knocked hesitantly on a wall and called up, “Uh, is anyone home?”

There was a noise from the floor above, and she cautiously took to the stairs. If this was a horror movie, she considered, she’d probably be the first to die. Curiosity and the cat and all.

The sounds of life - or, at least, movement - lead her to the bathroom door and she gently nudged it open.

She stared.

Baron stared back.

He flashed a nervous grin. “Hello, Haru.”

“We were going to have dinner, remember?” she asked, latching onto the sole remnant of logic she had left. “You invited me over, remember?”

Baron looked at her, and then at the single, hairless leg sticking out of the bathtub. “Ah.”

“Yes,” Haru agreed. “Ah.”

She swept her gaze over the scene before her: her boyfriend predominantly hidden beneath a layer of bubbles save for his head, his phone in one hand, and that immaculately shaved leg tipped with hot pink nail polish.

“I like the toes,” she eventually settled on.

Baron wiggled his foot. “A bit brighter than my usual shade, I’ll admit, but I think it suits me.”

“Is it mine?”

“To be fair, I didn’t have any other to use.”

A beat went by. Haru had exhausted all other possible lines of conversation and Baron seemed unusually taciturn. She inhaled and then sighed heavily into her facepalming hand. “Alright. Alright. Now I’ve come to the conclusion that I can no longer rely on you to make any rational decisions, can you tell me what the hell is going on?”

He looked at her, and then his phone, his leg, and then back to her. “A favour for my sister?” he offered.

“Oh god, is she blackmailing you again?”

“No!” Baron dropped his gaze. “Anyway, she doesn’t have anything to blackmail me with since I asked you out.”

“Sure. And what kind of favour-not-blackmail requires you to pose so prettily for the world’s most misleading selfie when we’re meant to be having dinner?”

“She’s trolling a guy.”

A flicker of understanding - far faster than Baron had pegged Louise’s plan - flashed across Haru’s face. “Oh. Ohhh.”

Baron raised an eyebrow. “The speed at which you accepted that alarms me.”

“Then you’ve never been chatted up by a guy who won’t leave you alone,” Haru answered and, fair enough, Baron conceded, she had a point. “Have you sent Louise the picture?”

He nodded, and she motioned for him to hand her the phone. “Now, dry yourself off and get some clothes on so we can have dinner. I’m starving.”

It was just as they were moving onto pudding that there was a ring at the door and Louise arrived in a flurry of chaos and dramatics. She flounced to the spare seat at the table with, “I got a reply from leg guy!”

Baron paused in sharing out the tiramisu to give his sister a withering look. “Hello to you too, Louise.”

“Leg guy?” Haru echoed. “Is that what we’re calling him now?”

“Well, there are other things I could call him that would be far less suitable for the dinner table. Hi Haru.”

Haru couldn’t help it. She grinned. “Heya, Louise. Baron’s told me all about your trolling plan.”

“I take it you approve?”

“I love it. So, what did he say?”

“He wants to see the rest of me.”

Both ladies looked to Baron.

“I’m not shaving my other leg,” he immediately said.

Louise’s phone beeped, and she pulled it up. “Oh wow, I leave him on ‘read’ for five minutes and he’s already getting lewd. Trust me, guys, I’m saving you by not showing that pic. Whoever Yuki is, she dodged a bullet.”

Haru suddenly went very quiet. “He thinks he’s talking to a Yuki?” she eventually asked.

“Yeah… why…?”

“I told a guy who was hitting on me last night that my name was Yuki,” Haru said, her voice getting progressively lowering with every admission. “And gave him a fake number.”

“You gave him my number,” Louise corrected.

“I thought it was random!” Haru cried. “I was picking numbers out of my head, I didn’t mean to pick an actual number I knew!”

“You told him your name was Yuki?”

“It was the name of the cat I had as a kid,” Haru admitted miserably. “I did tell him I was taken. And, even if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have been interested. He was a creep.”

Louise elbowed her brother. “See? I told you he was a creep.”

“Yes, yes, your intuition is very smart,” Baron dutifully replied. “Now, hand me this phone so I can teach this creep a lesson.”

Louise hesitated. “Baron, I love you, but I am not burying a body for you.”

“The only thing I’m going to be killing today is this snivelling brat’s ego.”

Louise raised an eyebrow and, after sharing a shrug with Haru, passed across her phone. Baron set to taking a selfie.

“What if he’s bi?” Haru asked suddenly.

“Or pan?” Louise added.

Baron sent the photo and hesitated. “Then I guess I have a date.”

Louise flicked a piece of tiramisu at him. “You also have a girlfriend.”

“The offer of a date,” Baron quickly amended. There was a ping from Louise’s phone, and the two ladies watched as his eyebrows rose. “Or not.” The eyebrows rose a little further. “I’m vaguely impressed by how many times he manages to repeat the same word in various forms. That is a one-word vocabulary and no mistake.”

“Give,” Louise commanded.

“Hang on, I have an idea.” He quickly took another photo, this one highlighting the stark comparison between the shaved and non-shaved parts of his leg, his face visible just to make his identity abundantly clear. “I don’t want him getting any ideas about my first photo being anything but mine.”

Following that, Louise’s phone beeped several more times in rapid succession, each one shorter than the previous. Louise finally managed to snatch back her phone. “Are you quite done?”

“It looks like he’s had enough for today.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Louise’s eyes widened as she scrolled through the waves of swearing she’d received. Haru leant over her shoulder and gave an appreciative whistle.

“You weren’t kidding about the vocab thing,” Haru said. “Oh, wait, he got inventive - there’s a ‘mother’ in front of that one. And... he’s finished.” She gave an impish grin. “Well. On to dessert.”

Baron had almost forgotten about the incident until a week later, when Louise texted him again.

“message from leg guy’s number again” she sent.

Baron paused in his book to answer back. “Is it an apology?”

“not from him”

“?”

“from his flatmate. he apologises for his ex-friend and wants to know if you’re single. name’s Toto”

“You know I’m taken??”

“that’ll be a no then”

#nalua93 #replies #tcr birthday bash 2019 #tcr birthday bash #the cat returns #cat writes #day 4 prank war #fun times after the previous prompt

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vantaba · 5 years

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INTERVIEW MEME.

Tagged by: Stole it days ago I’m just super slow at this (thANKS @monsterbane ) Tagging: take it! and tag me because I like reading about everyone’s muses

——— character question sheet

▌real name: Richard Vantaba. ▌real name: On a very technical level, if he wanted to take his grandfather’s inheritance into account in his daily life, his name would be something along the lines of Richard Vantaba Stratos of the Deep Hell. He doesn’t care all too much for it though. ▌single or taken: Single. Never really cared much about getting into a relationship-- he’s very comfortable with the idea and had flings before when just moving in, but for the time being, he focuses on his job too much to think about taking a partner. ▌abilities or powers: ... this warrants its own post, let’s be real. Base level descriptions include accelerated recovery rate, increased strength, energy influence, Devil Trigger, and a few others. ▌eye colour: Gold. ▌hair colour: Dusty blond. ▌family members: Mother, Scythia, renowned demon assassin, daughter of a Draconic Count of the Deep Hell-- missing. Father, Ryan, a Romanian half-demon-- deceased in an anti-demon rally. Grandfather, Stratos, Count of the Deep Hell-- asleep, but alive. ▌pets: None-- looking for one though. ▌something they don’t like: Corrupt hunters on just about any job. This transcends the ‘demons vs monsters’ argument that plagues him internally, as if you’re not being a good sport about your mission, you might as well just purchase pieces from the underground market and sell them yourself. It was more prominent during his monster period, before opening up to going after demons-- too many people would sign wavers and leave enough for others to take from the corpse, but overall, ended up taking much more than their share. This is still true on some demon-hunting jobs Vanta’s been on, but not as common as with monsters.

▌hobbies/activities: He does consider reading a hobby, although it’s often job-related-- he’ll go the extra mile to research his quarry and document everything he can in a handmade bestiary. Book binding is another, although he doesn’t talk much about it. And despite the product being goods he can sell, he enjoys fabrication using the parts he gets. ▌ever hurt anyone before: Once, late one night his first month in the city. Promised never to do it again, because humans aren’t his target, despite being more demon. ▌ever killed anyone before: No, and wouldn’t dream of it. ▌animal that represents them: Power-wise, komodo dragons-- his gold ichor in Devil Trigger has many of the same properties as a dragon’s venom, but through pure, demonic heat instead. Personality-wise though, he’s more of a beardie; chill with just about anything, but Spiky. ▌worst habits: He’s very closed off and withdrawn emotionally from everything. It’s unknown if it was his time at the church teaching him to repress emotional outbursts or his actual genetic makeup keeping him from it, but he bottles everything he feels that isn’t positive or ‘publicly acceptable’ from him. These outbursts got to the point of actually destroying his room back at the church because he couldn’t get mad at the kids there for taunting him, he kept telling himself it was the influence of the environment they were raised in, where they couldn’t wait to dogpile on an outsider. He also has a habit of physically separating himself from groups when he wants to be alone, often using his job as an excuse. There’s been days where he goes right from a mission to bed instead of phoning his client, and exists in this limbo until the swing passes. He’s already been passive with his depression in the first place, but these spirals are some of the worst days of his life because he can’t be social with the small network he’s built. ▌role models: A lot of his friends would qualify. As bad of a choice as it would be, he still thinks very highly of Dante, possibly only outstripped by his respect of Lady. As people who excel in their job and with different methods, the fact he’s gone on missions with them is enough to feel he’s been validated by the universe. ▌sexual orientation: Pan on everything for sure. He’s not one to care about the orientation of his partner, as long as he can genuinely enjoy their company and feel comfortable getting in a relationship with them. ▌thoughts on marriage/kids: Truthfully, the idea of fathering children scares him. He doesn’t want to give them a life like his, where they have to hide their heritage just to live a normal, day-to-day life. There’s a part of him that feels he could never be as kind as his parents were when raising him, and the responsibility is something he wouldn’t want to feel become a burden. As for marriage though, he’s alright with it. If he ever meets a partner he’s happy enough with, he’ll even genuinely consider it, although more for the human ritual of it and what it would symbolize. His demon mind still has its views on how partnership works. ▌fears: While he can survive just about anything relatively unscathed (human-wise with threats anyhow; he’s used to fighting demons to the point of not minding much), his own durability lies at the heart of what he fears the most. He’s scared of the idea of going berserk, and losing the last shreds of humanity he clings to. If he rampages, there’s no stopping him by conventional means; at least, in the case of his friends who aren’t hunters or versed in dealing with demon threats. Even worse, going after innocents he doesn’t even know and becoming as rogue as some of the demons he hunts. The worst part is, this day will come no matter what he does to try to stop it, only coming short of being killed. ▌style preferences: Whatever he manages to pull out of the closet before going somewhere, which usually involves a lot of dark grays, ranging from his oversized leather coat to dark jeans that button right below the point where his legs transition to scales. For fancier nights, you can find him wearing his button-down with black dress pants, all signs he’s a demon hidden for as long as he can stay comfortable-- and even then, he’ll likely keep his legs human to fit in the tighter pants. Sleepwear style is just boxers with SSSmokin’ patterned across them ▌someone they love: He’s never considered the idea of romantic love before, but he very much platonicly loves the bookstore owner a few blocks from his place. She saved him from a few binds in the past and he’s kept her shop selling by advertising it at his place. There’s a few others that kept him out of bad situations before, though, but she comes to mind first. ▌approach to friendships: There’s those that he considers acquaintances, and those he considers his inner circle. His occupation leads him to keep closed off but approachable-- he’ll get along with people, but only keep a handful as contacts he’d call outside of work and have a drink with, maybe see a movie or go to the beach or even downtown. If he considers someone a good friend, he invites them to be part of his life outside of his job, which is one of the most open things he could do. ▌thoughts on pie: mmmmmm yes give him all the sweet potato pie. ▌favourite drink: ... fruity stuff. He’d still take a Shirley Temple over fine wines and alcohols. ▌favourite place to spend time at: His shop. He’s met some really interesting people and a few regular browsers. If anything, it’s a great time to draw attention to himself, which he enjoys every now and then. A close second is the tavern up the street, where hunters of both creatures tend to gather, so he picks up side jobs there when he can. ▌swim in the lake or in the ocean: Lakes. They’re more frequent in his line of work anyways, and he’s more comfortable in the confined space of a pond or lake. Plus, he doesn’t have to work hard at getting salt out of his scales-- it irritates him something fierce. ▌their type: Vanta doesn’t really have one, per say. He’s all about being mushy, but more behind closed doors at first. When it really starts to sink in, he’ll become more open about it, but generally he doesn’t mind whoever wants to woo him. ▌camping or indoors: Camping. He’d rather take camping over taking a motel for the night.

#➤ There's just some things that shouldn't be written down in a bestiary 『Muse info』#➤ Filed and completed 『Meme response』#[ THIS WAS LONG BUT it was probably the most fun I've had on a meme yet ]

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mcuntainbcrn · 5 years

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ABOUT ME

tagged by: @tatteredteacups tagging: @scarbladed @saviourofnosgoth @irritableteadrinker @thathanyouinuyasha @thecrescentofthewest @fresh-out-of-berries @uurameshii @thievingbat @rozufox @theabandonedones @cracked-roleplay and whoever else wants to

IN GENERAL:

REAL NAME: Abra

NICKNAMES: Abs, Abby, Zero

SEXUALITY: Demisexual

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: She/her

ARE YOU A MORNING PERSON?: Ffffffffffuck no

WHEN SWIMMING, DO YOU PREFER TO DO IT IN THE OCEAN, OR IN A LAKE?: I don’t really have a preference tbh - depends on how hot out it is I think; if it’s super hot? Ocean. If it’s only moderately so? Lake.

ON TUMBLR:

ANYONE YOU WOULD LIKE TO MEET IN REAL LIFE?: Literally everyone - I am literally hoping to make a trip to England next year and hopefully will get to meet up with a fair few of you if I’m lucky

ANYONE YOU HAVE MET IN REAL LIFE?: A lot, actually - even if we don’t interact as much anymore, I still loved every second of our time together and wouldn’t say no to hanging out again

WHEN DID YOU FIRST JOIN? 2010 under my personal account

YOUR CURRENT ACCOUNT?: 2013

ANY PEEVES?

People disrespecting or outright ignoring clear boundaries [i.e. if I don’t know you, why the fresh fuck would you touch me/grab me/shove my clothing aside?]

People becoming so absorbed with their S/O’s that they lose all contact with/shut out all their friends [I make an exception if it’s a new relationship and they’re still in the ‘omg new thing new thing new thing’ stage, but you can only blow me off/stand me up for so many months before I stop inviting you to friend outings]

A lot of RP drama [i.e. the kind where one of the mun’s involved starts blurring the lines between the muse/s and reality] RP is meant to be fun, and the moment it stops being fun, there’s generally a problem

People referring to stretched ears or the jewelry worn in stretched ears as gauges - this is a battle I will never win, but stretched ears are stretched ears; gauge is a form of measurement and or an output reader in vehicles; plugs, tunnels and weights are the actual types when it comes to jewelry and it will never not annoy me and I’m sorry [not really tho]

UNPOPULAR OPINION: I have yet to find a way to make avocado palatable so for now? Avocados are gross. .

FEELINGS:

DO YOU EASILY GET JEALOUS?: Not easily, no - not that I don’t feel it, but I do a fairly good job of talking myself off the edge in that regard; not so much for a lot of other aspects in my life presently but I have at least a few areas where I can just talk myself through it and rationalize that I’m being ridiculous.

DO YOU EASILY GET ANGRY?: Not generally, no - but when I am, unless I’m angry to the point of wanting to inflict actual harm in one way or another, you will never know about it.

ARE YOU EASY TO CHEER UP?: It honestly depends - generally, yes, but sometimes depression and anxiety ramp all the way up and getting through to me is like trying to bore through a steel wall with a plastic spoon.

ARE YOU GOOD AT HIDING YOUR EMOTIONS?: I’ll put it like this - you will only know what I allow you to ^-^ There have been periods of time where I have been livid at people but kept things so civil that they were never aware of it; I’ve learned over time that being too open only comes back to bite you in the ass.

WHAT’S THE VERY BEST WAY TO CHEER YOU UP?: Spam me with vine compilations and dank memes, pet pics [dogs, cats, rabbits, snakes, fish, rats - show me your babies]

RELATIONSHIPS:

ARE YOU CURRENTLY IN A RELATIONSHIP?: HA! That’s hilarious

DO YOU CURRENTLY HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEONE: I think Tom Hiddleston is a beautiful soul - does that count? If not. then no I do not.

IF YES, MIGHT THAT SOMEONE BE READING THIS?: Unless Tom does count and for whatever reason would stumble upon the correct alignment of tags, probably not lol.

DO YOU KISS ON THE FIRST DATE?: Depends how well the date went, but generally not - I’ve a few boundary issues due to somethings in my past; I had one guy force it after I dodged his first attempt and needless to say I blocked him on every platform and never saw him again. If you don’t respect my boundaries on the first date, then I highly doubt you’re suddenly going to later down the line.

DO YOU PREFER GOING OUT, OR STAYING HOME, WHEN IT COMES TO DATES?: I do not care - sincerely; if I like you, and you like me, anything and everything can be a date. Eating fast food in the car while we chat? That’s a date. Watching a movie and making dinner together? That’s a date. Going out to the aquarium and grabbing lunch? That’s a date. So long as it’s someone who gives a genuine fuck about me? I consider anything a date so long as I can spend some time with you.

THINGS:

FAVORITE DRINK: Non- Alcoholic: Dr. Pepper, Cranberry Juice, Iced Tea; Alcoholic: Irish Trash Can, Mudslides, Mai Tais, Margaritas.

FAVORITE FOOD: These brussel sprouts from Tuscano’s that I have legit had dreams about and woke up literally salivating over.

#ooc #tag games #//thanks for the tag!

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pathologickinkmeme · 4 years

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Kinktober Day 9

For a game with so many characters, is it really a surprise that we’d have an abundance of Gangbang/Orgy prompts? Cause we sure do! Gangbangs, orgies, group sex... any and all configurations (though Daniil Gangbangs are basically a kink meme genre by now...) Check below for prompts!

Mark Immortell/Tragedians, gangbang

What are the tragedians, exactly? Ordinary human actors? Meta-game-constructs? Eldritch abominations? Either way they seem to be following along with Mark's production and I doubt it's because he's paying them well. I just want the tragedians all getting a piece of the director. Maybe it's a team-building exercise, maybe they're sick of his production and take it out on him, maybe this is just what a cast-party looks like. Any level of consent/enjoyment is fine!

+ xeno, abstraction and/or general theatre weirdness

https://pathologickinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/291.html?thread=478499#cmt478499

Daniil/many, gangbang, potential CW for non-con

Daniil at the center of some kind of group sex situation. Could be named characters or just a pack of anonymous people.

I put a c/w in the subject line in case anyone would be interested in going a non-con route, but I have no strong preferences either way

Ideas:

- Utopian gangbang

- Daniil gets grabbed by a gang of muggers and fucked in an alleyway

- Pre-canon university shenanigans feat. Andrey

- Something goes really wrong after the army arrives and Daniil ends up kidnapped by mutineers

https://pathologickinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/291.html?thread=87331#cmt87331

Saburovs/others, gang rape(obvious noncon cw)

In one of the later days, after their power has broken down, Alexander and Katerina get attacked. By who isn't really that important-soldiers, raiders, bandits, former prisoners, angry townspeople-the point is that I want to have them forced to watch each other be gangraped. Lots of degradation and humiliation, focus on the powerlessness, possible futile attempts to comfort each other/take the worst of it so the other doesn't have to.

https://pathologickinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/291.html?thread=284707#cmt284707

Andrey and Daniil University time

Andrey and Daniil being uni acquaintances is a rich field, ripe for the harvest if you ask me.

I especially love it in the context of andrey and Peter being more confident, experienced, and outgoing who and taking Daniil under their wing (and maybe corrupt him)

So how about andrey seeing a fun challenge in the (at the time) prudish and repressed baby gay dankovsky

What if he invites him to an orgy?

SUPER BONUS of he doesn't tell Daniil that it's an orgy and he thinks he's just being dragged into a regular party

Also bonus for initial dubcon on Daniil behalf

Aaand also bonus for involving farkhad

https://pathologickinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/291.html?thread=390691#cmt390691

(CW: noncon) many/daniil, daniil leveraging his experience & accidentally enjoying it

daniil noncon gangbang, you know the drill, EXCEPT: when the noncon starts, Daniil, desperate to convince the people who've caught him that he's better off alive for a little longer (possibly hoping to delay until rescue comes), reluctantly implements his considerable skills in the bedroom. showing off his ability to deepthroat, opening his legs willingly, etc... but unfortunately, while the tactic works great as delay, he finds himself getting aroused. cue the delicious shame and humiliation! up to you if he gets rescued or not. :D

i'm not super picky about who does the noncon, tho I'd be delighted if it were set around Daniil walking into the Abattoir and getting attacked in Classic. if that doesn't tickle your inspiration, any random group is fine... muggers, mutineers, hell, even Executors.

https://pathologickinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/291.html?thread=403747#cmt403747

Artemy/several, rarepair gangbang

It's what he deserves!!!!

Dealer's choice as to who gets to have a go, but I'd prefer the following to be included: Andrey, Block, Victor and Eva.

https://pathologickinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/291.html?thread=406819#cmt406819

(CW: possible non-con) Grief and the Gang(bang)

I simply think Bad Grief should get slammed by his gang members, either consensually (they take care of their leader <3) or otherwise (a parting gift from Barley's faction?)

Either way: consider him covered in bodily fluids and fucked within an inch of his life, pls and thank you

https://pathologickinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/291.html?thread=513059#cmt513059

Utopian orgy!

I want daniil/andrey/maria/eva/peter mostly but feel free to throw vlad jr or mark too if you feel like it

Bonus points for straps and maria topping any of the guys

Extra bonus points if their canon relationships and thoughts on each other are present

https://pathologickinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/291.html?thread=34851#cmt34851

Daniil/Male Characters Gangbang

I wanna see Daniil get wrecked (consensually) by some of the other men (Artemy, Peter, Andrey, Rubin, whoever else you feel like throwing in there). Contrive the situation as you must.

https://pathologickinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/291.html?thread=326947#cmt326947

(CW: Noncon, gangbangs) Daniil/Tragedians/Executors/Mark Immortell

Make Daniil earn his respawn by offering himself to all those working hard behind the scenes. Can involve any combination of the above parings as long as Daniil gets WRECKED by more than one person.

Bonus points for: humiliation, Daniil being taunted about how much he's enjoying himself, and just generally getting weird and meta (as stuff in the theatre tends to get).

https://pathologickinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/291.html?thread=33059#cmt33059

#pathologic #patho #kinktober #tw: noncon

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sweettsubaki · 6 years

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About the ultimate ship meme - how do you feel about starting it with Tim & Kon?

Ho Ho, you know how to pander to my interests :D

About this

General:

How long will they last? Forever

How quickly did/will they fall in love?Over the years. Like there’s a layout since the beginning, the way they’re always calling out to each other than indicates a passion that could possibly one day turn into romance, but that’s it. Imo It started between the moment Kon started to live with the Kent and the end of the preboot (and I do mean started, they basically had 2 years for the friendship to turn romantic). Nothing happened the feelings were really there and it was actual romantic love instead of just having romantic feelings for the other (mostly because I don’t think they’ll realize it’s not just friendship until…a little while).I honestly don’t see them get together until they’re 19-20 at least

How was their first kiss? I have so many different hc for that one. One of my favorite is just that they started kissing each other on the cheek when they’re going back home or something (like “Gotta get back to Ma, See ya later guys” *bends slightly to kiss Tim on the cheek ‘cause he was just there, because they’re almost always next to each other*) and like at one point it turns into a peck on the lips. And they don’t realize it happened until the next time they do it because then there’s someone with them who just gets completely shocked and it just…hits them.

Wedding:

Who proposed? I don’t know? I think it just might have come up in a conversation and neither actually remembers who proposed. (I can also see them going a lifetime always forgetting to pop up the question ‘cause they’re already married in their mind)

Who is the best man/men? Dick and Bart obviously

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? Cass and Cassie. People make fun of that…a lot.Maybe Barbara and Roxi too.

Who did the most planning? The Wedding Planner, Ma and Bart. DO NOT leave these two to plan anything

Who stressed the most? Either Both or Neither. I don’t think they’d see it as such a big deal. The hardest part would probably be if they did a civilian and a hero wedding.

How fancy was the ceremony? Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.I’m torn because on the one hand neither wants to do something big, on the other hand, they’ll probably do something a bit fancy to please other people and/or the paparazzi. I’m not sure how religious Conner is but Tim isn’t so I didn’t pick the 5th one for obvious reasons.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? I’m not sure if there’s anyone who they specifically don’t want at the wedding. Maybe Jason? But he and Tim are on relatively good terms by the end of the preboot but not enough to invite him anyway so…

Sex:

Who is on top? they’re probably versatile

Who is the one to instigate things? Probably depends on the moment?

How healthy is their sex life? Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now I’d say healthy but I honestly try to never think about it so… (also this seems to be “do they have a high libido” rather than actually thinking about how healthy their sex life is)

How kinky are they? Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head Literally no idea. so I’m shooting in the dark (no awful pun intended)

How long do they normally last? Considering their training/Genetics they probably have a lot of stamina so…

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? Probably yeah. They might have a contest as to who gives more to the other though

How rough are they in bed? Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.Probably depends on their state of mind

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? lol (unless you think of them using the cloning devices Tim tries to use to recreate Conner, that Cadmus had used to create him in the first place…then I guess…like…1)

How many children will they adopt? Depends on the story I have in mind. I think they’ll only adopt if a child comes their way looking devastated (on of the rare things I think Tim shares with Bruce). I’d say between 0 and 3.One is Helena (yes Catwoman’s daughter…Let’s just say that stuff happens and Tim finds her and she’s been very fond of red and black since she was a kid, so she latches on to him…they never leave each other’s side after that).Another one is totally @Chonaku-Things’ fault with her AU where Tim ends up taking care of Koonak (Mr Freeze’s adopted kid in the Batman cartoon) while Mr Freeze accepted to do his time in Arkham.And another kid whose name I keep changing so I’m gonna call them Maïte ‘cause I like the meaning (also it was my mom’s name so it helps :p).Also knowing that they already have Bart.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? Both. They find a way to share the task equally (as in they try to get the other to do more and end up doing the same amount)

Who is the stricter parent? Depends. Tim’s stricter for the basic “but you could hurt yourself” stance, where Conner’s much more of an “I’m telling you it’s a bad idea but you can try it, I’ll just be behind you the whole time, making sure you’re okay” parent for basic injury related stuff. Other than that, Kon is stricter on basic health like food, or doctors, he gets scared when there’s a tiny bit of a cough starting anywhere in the household. The rest of the time they either alternate or are as strict/lenient as the other and they always make sure to listen to the other’s reasoning and come to a compromise if need be.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? Tim, though he doesn’t stop them so much as encourage them to go the less dangerous route “sneakily” (the kids realize it half the time but humor him ‘cause they love being protected from this kind of stuff).They’re both adamant that none of their kids become vigilantes until they’re at least 16-18 though.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? Conner

Who is the more loved parent? Depends on the kids. Usually, it’s both because like ½ the kids I envision were under Tim’s care before he adopted them (he’s a foster parent in half my post-Reboot AUs, go figure) and before he got together with Kon and they just adopted Kon as a second parent along the way.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? The one who’s free at the moment (so probably Tim 3/5th of the time)

Who cried the most at graduation? Neither but they hugged their kids so much they all got bored and started communicating with their sibling with their eyes, trying to get them off their backs.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? Neither really. They’re both pretty honest people who raised honest kids….If the kids are in trouble and they did something they should own up to it however if the law picked on them unjustly (because they’re kids or PoC, or were just at the wrong place at the wrong time), they’ll both raise hell. (In my mind Kon goes on to get a law degree ‘cause he likes finding loopholes so he’s pretty helpful on that side, but Tim has the money so…).

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? Both. Conner was very adamant in lessening the amount of Junk Food Tim eats because of his asplenia though.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? They’re kind of the same about that one. They each have their No Go Food.

Who does the grocery shopping? Whoever has the time when stores are open….Tim most probably

How often do they bake desserts? At least once a week. Since their Time Table doesn’t always match the one who’s free tries to make something for the other. It becomes a tradition when they have kids to bake a small cake for the other parent to show that they all miss him.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? meat lovers. Both of them? Though Conner always feels bad ‘cause he’s helped with the Kent farm and he knows Cows are total sweethearts.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? Both, but neither is actually surprised since they know the other’s tells. It kinda becomes a game over the years that they alternate who plans what and to try and plan something without the other guessing what exactly (the use of specific gear or powers can or cannot be allowed depending on what kind of anniversary they’re celebrating. It’s a lot of stress, frustration and ultimately a very fun part of their lives)

Who is more likely to suggest going out? Both. Again it really depends. Tim’s more of a social butterfly but he probably wants to enjoy his bf’s company in the comfort of their home when he can because of their clashing timetables. So Conner might be the one to actually suggest it because he knows Tim would actually enjoy it.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? Both are easily distracted so….

Chores:

Who cleans the room? Conner doesn’t have the choice, if he doesn’t, Tim never will.

Who is really against chores? Tim (Conner’s a close second but someone has to be firm…that someone is Bart)

Who cleans up after the pets? Both

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? Both, but especially Tim.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? Conner

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? Both did, they don’t know where they come from, they’re this close to thinking their apartment makes money magically appear (they both rationally know it probably comes from Tim’s or Bruce’s pockets but it’s less fun to think about)

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? Both

Who takes the dog out for a walk? Both, they take Krypto out together, ‘cause they use the opportunity for a romantic flight

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? Whenever they can, it helps them feel normal.

What are their goals for the relationship? Just be happy together

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Tim

Who plays the most pranks? Both

#TimKon #Tim Drake #Conner Kent #Kon El #You can tell how big I ship something by the number of time I can answer both at those questions #'cause that's one of my main shipping requirement #DC Comics #DC BrOTP or OTP: TimKon #Kon El/Conner Kent #Answer #My DC Posts #DC Post Crisis / Pre Flashpoint

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blanc-space · 4 years

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shoes

She was buzzing with excitement as they wait at the reception desk for the shoemaker. Her costume designer and two other crew members were waiting with her, boredom on their faces.

Finally, a prim lady and a dashing gentleman entertains them.

“We have an appointment for Libby Marron,” her costume designer tells the newcomers.

“Which one of you is Ms. Libby?” Asks the receptionist with a smile. Her costume designer gently pushes her forward and her smile widens.

“Please follow me,” the lady tells the party, and they all walk to what looks like a stockroom or a fitting room with a small table in a corner.

“Please wait for the shoemaker here,” the receptionist says before leaving them to sit in the corner. Libby knows it looks silly that she’s losing her mind over shoes since she’s somewhat considered a successful actress anyway, but they don’t understand–this is to her like a culmination of her career, where something she absolutely loves will be given to her for free as part of her character, or just the glamorous side of her industry altogether. Her inner monologue was interrupted by a voice.

“Good day, guys. Shall we start designing?”

Libby looked up at the man who spoke, sitting with them at the small corner table. Her excitement intensifies and she felt the way she did the first time she got her first big role.

“So… dance shoes?”

“Ye.”

She’s grinning so widely. She decides not to wait for further probing.

“I like it brown. And leather, hand-sewn if possible because I have such iron feet that easily break normal shoes,” she begins, her inner excitement slowly but obviously pouring out, “and if you could help me choose, I’d appreciate it. You see, I like several designs: Oxfords, Brogues, Derby, and Mary Janes. I love them all. But you’re the designer, so you have the genius of coming up with a design that fits all those criteria while still suiting my overall look. I don’t wanna look like a pair of shoes was wearing me, right?”

The shoemaker finishes scribbling her preferences and they begin discussing more specifications–except payment, of course, because this pair of shoes will be paid for by production!

Shoemaker looks at Libby.

“Anything else?”

“Can you make the tap metals removable?”

She hears a sort of noise from the costume designer and she somehow feels embarrassed, but she’s determined to take this opportunity.

“I’d just love it so much if I could use it on other occasions when I’m not dancing,” she quickly glances at the costume designer, “I’m willing to pay for that extra-charge, though!”

Shoemaker nods and scribbles one last time and alas, they finally finish. They finish up on some finalizations in schedules and exchange a few cordialities, and just before they stand, with some hesitation, she speaks up almost in a whisper:

“So, these shoes… they’re gonna be mine, right?” She asks almost breathlessly, with eyes sparkling as if viewing a reverent object. The shoemaker glances at the costume designer uncomfortably, while the costume designer coolly looks at her and says,

“No.”

Her dreamy mood was shattered.

“No? But–why not?” She asks with confusion, but quickly gauging that no one’s budging, she reasons, “I mean–what else is it gonna be used for??”

Costume designer gives a slight chuckle before turning to the shoemaker and bidding final farewell. Everyone leaves and Libby had no choice but to follow the party.

“Hey–no one else’s gonna benefit from it so why can’t I have it?” Libby is not giving these shoes up.

“After production, we have to return it to this shop,”

“For?”

“For bidding.” Costume designer faces Libby squarely, “they’re gonna auction it. They’re a business, Lib.”

A beat, then Libby:

“That’s a thing??” *********************************

Libby had been waiting for that auction. It hadn’t been very long since she had to surrender the shoes back, but long enough for someone like her who is so eager to have HER shoes back.

Yes, hers. It’s hers and she won’t let anyone say otherwise.

The encounter on that shoe shop actually put her spirits down during the production, but of course she won’t let it show–maybe she can change their minds, give her the shoes when they see how dedicated she was. Besides, she’s an actress, and acting is a natural part of life.

It didn’t happen though, and she had to give her shoes back after production was finished. She remembers staring at the shoes the night before, feeling actual loneliness that she’d have to give these shoes away–shoes that were made exactly for her, to her liking. She knew how stupid she looked for actually being close to tears as she said goodbye to the shoes, but they don’t understand–this has a symbolic meaning to her.

The auction season finally came around and she wasn’t even sure if she needed to be formally invited or have an invitation. If her shoes were gonna be featured in there, shouldn’t she be invited?

Libby shrugs. Libby doesn’t care.

She prepares for auction night with comfortable and appropriate attire, wore another pair of (not as beloved) shoes. She arrives in the venue which isn’t as crowded as one may expect–it’s just adequately full of people, exactly as much as the venue can accommodate comfortably. She settles, silently watching the auction, waiting for her shoes.

The moment comes.

“And now these tap shoes, which actress Libby Marron wore in the movie ‘Shirley Temple’,” two showgirls wheel in a table to the stage, and there atop lie her most prized possession–her beloved shoes, “Marron herself co-designed these shoes, every detail specific to her liking. It features classic menswear-inspired design such as minimal broguing detail and an overall appearance of a Mary Jane. And–watch this–”

The presenter picks up a shoe and with a click, the metal at the sole is removed-

“The metal is removable, so you can wear it even when you’re not in the mood to groove!”

There wasn’t as much enthusiasm in the response among the crowd and though it would usually make Libby feel sad for the presenter who’s doing his best to hype the audience, she was actually pumped because it means that no one’s as interested in the shoes, and it’s definitely gonna be hers.

“The bidding price begins at 500 dollars.” Libby freezes. Whoever thinks that people would be willing to pay $500 for shoes neither vintage nor brand new? The announcement was met with silence. Libby decides to take the opportunity.

“500 dollars,” she repeats, and the presenter somewhat looks at her weirdly. What, actresses can’t be cheap? There’s nothing cheap about $500 for a pair of shoes!

The presenter looks among the crowd, searching for another interested bidder. Not that it’s his loss or anything, but he takes it personally somehow when people aren’t fighting over pieces he presents. A victorious smile slowly creeps on Libby’s face as the shoes slowly become hers, when a male voice–a male!!–interrupts to bid higher.

“How about 550?”

Libby almost snaps her neck as she faces the devi–the man, and sees a rich kid who just seems to want to pull her leg. Man!! She wasn’t even willing to pay 500, and now the price shot to 550! She doesn’t give up.

“I…” she starts hesitantly. It may not be allowed, but she decides to take the chance,

“…I bid 551.”

Now that got the crowd’s attention. A few chuckles and an incredulous look from the presenter.

“551, eh?” The presenter seems jolly but unsure.

“552.”

Libby wonders what the hell is wrong with the rich man that is Nate Wagner, a showbiz personality who suddenly decided it would be fun to tease her like this. This isn’t even a man’s shoe!!

“552 and 99 cents!” Libby declares, and she shoots a glare at Nate who is grinning widely while she hears (in her head or for real, no one can know) maniacal laughter. The presenter is beginning to feel humiliated that this auction has turned into a joke.

“555,” Libby was about to strongly retort when another male voice declares, “a thousand dollars.”

Everybody looks at the man who’s willing to pay a thousand dollars for a used pair of shoes. What is wrong with these people? Libby stands searching for the man and finds him standing at the back of the auction room, looking at the presenter and just briefly glancing at her. She realizes that it was Kit, her co-star, who surely has even the vaguest idea of how much she wants the shoes, so what the hell is he doing?

Her subconscious puzzles and tells her that they were linked by fans and paparazzis during production. It was ignored by her conscious.

Libby has now lost hope. She loves the shoes, but she just can’t spend that much on it, or on anything. She crosses her arms and plops on her seat with a huff and pout. The shoes are now Kit’s. Nate Wagner’s interest is piqued, however, and with a smile says, “A thousand and hundred dollars?”

Libby’s mouth opens and she faces Nate. Whether with indignance or awe, she’s not sure, and she cannot know–for the bidding had become a ping-pong match.

“$1,200.”

“$1,300!!”

“$1,400,”

“$1,5–”

“STOP!” A voice loudly interrupts, and everyone turns to see that it’s Libby.

“Are you really willing to pay that much for a pair of used shoes that you cannot even use??”

Silence.

“Nate, I think you’re only pushing my buttons,” she tried to sound playfully serious, “you can stop now. I really wanted those shoes.”

She faces Kit. “You–what are you doing??”

“I was bidding them for you.”

She froze. The presenter froze. Everybody froze.

She stares dumbstruck until she recovers.

“but why” she asks like a dumb meme.

“Nate was testing you and you really like those shoes. I plan to buy them so you can buy them from me,” Libby didn’t know what to feel, or think, but she was more used to saying no than to saying yes, so her mouth spoke.

“You don’t have to do that,” she smiles warmly at Kit, and decides to be touched by his gesture. They might have developed a friendship from that shoot after all.

Now there was a very brief silence. As the presenter looks around at the three, Libby continues: “Your and Nate’s bids are invalid.” She then looks at the presenter.

“500 dollars.” She declares again, with a grin.

#noexperience #notdancer #notactress #onlysleepybrainfarting #non-sense #impossibruh #brainfart prose #blanc-space

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crazy-grrrl-on-the-computer · 6 years

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Ichiryuu and/or Ouso/Katari? For the ship meme, I mean.

Aaaaah, bless your heart! Thank you! Have I told you I loveyou? Because I do love you. w

Ichiryuu

who’s thecuddler: Ryuu is the most physically affectionate and often initiatesthe cuddles, but that’s only because Ichiban is too awkward and shy to do sohimself. Ryuu is the reason Ichiban warmed up to it so much. Before Ryuu, hedidn’t realize just what he was missing, but he really likes it and is gratefulthat Ryuu is less shy about his affection because it’s helping him to open up,too.

who makes the bed:Ryuu doesn’t really see the point of making the bed unless he’s invitingsomeone over and wants to leave a good impression, so Ichiban ends up makingthe bed most often out of habit. Ryuu does occasionally help, although he likesto try to make it fun, so sometimes they’ll get carried away and end up in a playfultickle fight on the bed instead.

who wakes up first:Ichiban likes to get an early start to his day, but Ryuu sometimes manages toconvince him to sleep a little later so they can cuddle longer in bed. And Ryuuis so warm and sweet that Ichiban has a hard time denying him, especially whenRyuu wraps around him like a cat and clings~

who has the weirdtaste in music: Ryuu has the most diverse taste in music and he probablythinks Ichiban’s music taste is weird because Ichiban more or less sticks toone type of genre. So, they listen to Ryuu’s music together sometimes becauseRyuu wants to share his interests and get Ichiban into other things. Ichibandoesn’t mind so much because it makes Ryuu happy and some of the stuff Ryuu hashim listen to is actually pretty catchy.

who is moreprotective: They are both very protective of each other. Ryuu doesn’t likeit when people give Ichiban a hard time for being “weird” and he’svery vocal about that. Ichiban has stopped being so bitter about it because hedoesn’t want Ryuu to get himself into trouble on his behalf. But if anyone doessomething to hurt or upset Ryuu, Ichiban will either put his arm around Ryuu (ifRyuu is with him) as a warning to everyone else to back off, or he’ll stopbeing pleasant and proceed to make everyone nervous with his intense gaze andsubsequent creepy aura he’s so good at creating because at least that shutsthem up.

who sings in theshower: Ryuu is the one who outright sings in the shower like he’s puttingon a concert. The most Ichiban will do is absentmindedly hum quietly to himselfand Ryuu always likes to try catching him in the act so he can listen becausehe likes the sound of Ichiban’s voice even though Ichiban is self-consciousabout it.

who cries duringmovies: Ryuu ends up crying more openly, but on the occasions thatsomething actually makes Ichiban cry, it ends up mostly being silent tears.He’ll just be sitting there with tears trickling down his cheeks and Ryuu cantell something is going on because Ichiban has stopped breathing steadily, sohe looks over and sees Ichiban just staring at the screen wordlessly with hisemotions all over his face.

who spends the mostwhile out shopping: Ryuu usually spends the most because he sees nice/coolthings and wants to buy them. Plus, he’s always buying gifts he thinks Ichibanwill like because he loves to see Ichiban’s smile. Ichiban tries to save up hismoney so he can buy Ryuu nice things in return, especially if he notices Ryuutalking about a certain thing or looking at something he really wants. But mostof what Ichiban spends ends up being on taking Ryuu out for cute dates ratherthan shopping.

who kisses moreroughly: Ichiban does, but mostly because he didn’t really get the hang ofkissing for a while. Ryuu prefers sweeter kisses, though he doesn’t mind somuch because he thinks it’s cute how Ichiban tries so hard.

who is moredomineering: They both can be, so it depends on how they’re feeling andwhat the situation is. Ryuu tends to take the lead most of the time, butwhenever Ichiban gathers his confidence enough, Ryuu finds it exciting andendearing that he takes charge.

my rating of the shipfrom 1-10: 10/10 A+ SHIP HIGHLY RECOMMEND

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Ouso/Katari

who’s the cuddler:Ouso is totally 100% a huge cuddler and loves to snuggle, and he will cuddle atany opportunity he can get~ Katari likes to think of himself as a romantic attimes, so he will take Ouso in his arms and hold him close while passionatelyreciting love poems to him.

who makes the bed:Ouso usually just hops out of bed and goes about his day without caring becauseThings To See; Places To Be; No Time To Waste, which means Katari gets left todo it. But sometimes Katari has more important things to do and doesn’t havetime, so he just leaves it. Neither of them are that picky about it, but Katarijust prefers to have it made most of the time because “an organized livingspace promotes an organized life” or something along those lines. XD

who wakes up first:Katari is the one who wakes up first because “the early bird catches theworm, you know!” and he probably also goes to bed early as well to get aproper amount of sleep so he can be fully functioning in order to FULFILL HISPASSION! He needs to have a lot of energy in order to recite soenthusiastically and clearly, after all~

who has the weirdtaste in music: They both have pretty diverse tastes in music, so they’rekind of used to it and share playlists a lot. Katari is the one who tends tofind most of the really strange music online, though, when he goes looking for“inspirational mood music” for his poetry and performances.

who is moreprotective: They are both very protective in their own ways. Katari will attempt to publicly shame whoevertries to act against Ouso, but Ouso isthe one who likes to play the role of the hero. full throttle.

who sings in theshower: They both do, although Ouso is more likely to sing anime themes orhis own made up theme songs while he’s washing his hair.

who cries duringmovies: They both get very passionate about movies, so chances are they’llboth be emotional in one way or another, especially since Katari is a critic atheart and he is just as likely to make enthusiastic commentary throughout theentire movie anyway. Ouso is an “ugly crier” and hogs the tissue boxto wipe his face and blow his nose. Katari gets tears in his eyes, but hisreactions have dramatic gasps and soft decrees of “no!” or similardeclarations at tense emotional moments as he clutches his chest.

who spends the mostwhile out shopping: OUSO BUYS ALL THE THINGS! Katari hates telling him notto spend so much, but he finds it mildly concerning that Ouso collects so manyinteresting (though mostly useless) things as if to make up for the lack ofexcitement in his life. But it does make Ouso happy, so Katari doesn’t complaintoo much.

who kisses moreroughly: Katari kisses WITH PASSION! Whether he’s good at it or not is another matter entirely, but honestly neitherof them are very great kissers and they make it work for them.

who is moredomineering: Katari tries, but Ouso wins in the end every time.

my rating of the shipfrom 1-10: 10/10 VERY GOOD DRAMATIC BEANS WOULD LOVE AGAIN

(Is it considered cheating if I rate all theships 10/10? I just love them all so much~

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#Ask That Dork #boueibu #Ichiryuu #wow this took me way longer than I wanted it to but I kept adding more stuff to it~

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