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3, 5, 9, 14, and 18 + you and Cassandra for the fem f/o asks, please!!

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OF COURSE!! Cassandra ohhh my Cass <3

3. What foods does she love that you hate and vice versa?

Hmmm... I think she's the type to really like caramelized or sautéed veggies 🤔 which are the kind of thing I can't really eat for arfid reasons wahah. As for me I love baked goods which I don't think she'd be all that much a fan of nldgnlsln

5. Do you stash snacks for each other? What kind?

ALWAYS ! Imagining in a modern setting us having some sort of comfort snack tub or basket... It's not something I go into a lot but something that brings me a lot of comfort is imagining my f/os understanding or even relating to my food insecurities and Cass is one that see being able to relate even if she doesn't know exactly where that came from. The idea of us having a shared "storage" of small things we know we'll be able to eat and not judging each other for needing that type of security makes me really soft. As for what types? I'm thinking a lot of salty stuff :} I love salty snacks like chips, nuts, pretzels, popcorn, etc and I think she'd be similar though perhaps with some flavoring like instinct tells me she'd like bbq flavored snacks?

9. Do you have nicknames for each other?

Of course!! I think I made a post about some of my f/os nicknames for me and Cass was on the list! One of the standouts is the idea of her calling me 'little butterfly'........... as for her I think about calling her 'jewel/my jewel' a lot....

14. What are your thoughts on each others profession? Do you visit each other at work?

Oh this is so cute actually. So my s/i is actually a trinkets maker and seller in Corona! They actually fell for Cass when she was out on Lady-in-Waiting duty with Rapunzel and the princess wanted to stop by their shop! This song and dance of watching each other from afar went on for MONTHS before either of them properly spoke outside of work wahah. My s/i thinks Cass being a part of the royal guard is SO cool and thinks her working personally beside Rapunzel is even cooler if not a bit out of their league dnlksknld. And at first Cass thought the stuff they made was a little unnecessary, though she had to admit it was impressive, but nowadays she's one of their first customers on any new products! They visit one another all the time and despite everyone in the kingdom knowing the two are together they always sneak away giggling like schoolgirls during shifts for lunch or after work to watch the sunset together.

18. What's one moment in your relationship where she changed your perspective of yourself and vice versa?

OKAY SO. SO. For both of us this focuses on the events with the Moonstone. For me it was absolutely when she had snuck back into the kingdom and was disguised as Rapunzels new Lady-in-Waiting and she was starting to feel like and act like her old self. ESPECIALLY after the reveal it was her my s/i was one of the few people trying to vouch for Cassandra. In my canon my s/i actually follows Cassandra out of the kingdom trying to calm her down and help her. For Cassandra it was right after the fight with Zhan Tiri and Cass was brought back from death. Easy to say my s/i was DISTRAUGHT and they have a really tender moment where Cass assures them that she's okay and Zhan Tiri's gone and things were going to be alright. That moment really solidified in Cassandra how much she had put at stake for someone she hesitated ever call her mother just because someone was whispering futures of granger and recognition in her ear.

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[riboism]

Hi!! I just saw your post about your mum getting you samosa chaat and I was wondering if you were indian? I'm indian myself and pretty much never find indian atinys so I just wanted to know :) obviously no pressure at all if you don't wanna say!

hi!

I am indian :) I agree, it’s so hard to find other Indian atinys, so hello ☺️ 👋🏽

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Scarlett,

Im 22. Born 2/29/2000.

You are genuinely my favorite writer. I log into your blog 5-6 times a day because I love your writing, your art, your works. You are such an amazing writer and author. Aged up Kirishima is my comfort. My love. My sex drive. And you embody him In your works so accurately. I come to your blog everyday hoping to get turned on and you never disappoint. You are amazing. Genuinely.

Love,

Icy_buns.

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Thank you so dang much for reaching out!! I’m so happy to you enjoy my content that much, you don’t know how lovely that is to hear! I try to do Kiri justice and it’s always cool to know people love my version of him as much as I do ♥️

Thanks again, darling 💋

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[loserloverock]

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touch deprived introvert 🩹.

I like baking, crocheting, milkshakes, and romcoms‼︎＾＾

DNI if you’re mean, spiteful, or hateful

ANGST AND FLUFF !ONLY! ( maybe I’m a little suggestive 😒)

⚠️ My work is welcomed to all but, giving that i’am a black woman some of my work will be implied to have a black or poc reader in mind ⚠️

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[trashbaget]

12, 18, 22, 23, 36 for the music ask!

12 - a song by an artist who’s from where you’re from

“good as hell” by lizzo ✨✨✨ (from michigan)

18 - a song that demands lip syncing into a microphone

i’m not in the habit of lip syncing bc i just don’t find it anywhere near as fun as actually singing out loud and annoying everyone i know but a really good one is “since u been gone” by kelly clarkson

22 - a song you can’t help but dance to

literally anything on my dance playlist 😌😌 (also i will dance to anything and everything) but one i adore & is really fucking fun is “burn the house down” by ajr

23 - a song that makes you want to dance on a table

omfg “princes of the universe” by queen !!!! so much so that i wrote it into a scene in a dps fic so i could live vicariously through charlie dalton

36 - a great song you discovered thanks to television

“night moves” by bob segar, it’s one of my favorite songs and i heard it on supernatural

ask me about music! 🥰

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📫 & 📼 for whatever characters ya wanna talk about :D

these are both really interesting questions in the sense that i cannot for the life of me foresee their potential answers being of much direct value to the stories i try to tell. also they’re hyperspecific & contain stories within themselves and y’all know me telling a story in short time is a goddam challenge, but! with a character randomly selected as its focus, below the cut i give you: one story based on the first prompt feat the cojum who? crew! i do not in any way promise to give a story for the second prompt but this was fun enough on its own so i thank you all the same. (cws for implied death, mention of blood)

2.66 to 4.67 billion miles apart at any given time

“What’s that you’ve got there?” is an innocuous question when it’s directed at, for example, a cat. ”A letter, duh,” is an innocuous answer when it’s not being given in, for example, a space ship with nothing that could conceivably resemble a mail slot on its entire exterior. ”O-kay then. Is the easier follow-up question ‘Why’ or ‘How’?” Amber responds, cautious but incredulous. ”’How’, definitely; I got this out of the T&LDIS mailbox. The easiest question you could’ve asked was ‘Why not me?’ as I think you can understand not getting letters when nobody knows your transtemporal address.” ”I... don’t particularly care about that.” ”Same here, actually. But the hardest question you could’ve asked (given my inability to answer it) and, frankly,” Coral takes a second to look incredibly incredulous, “the one I’m surprised you didn’t ask is, ‘Who’?” This moves Amber towards a different shade of curiosity. “There are many people connected to you I of whom I wonder the ‘Who?’ but I never expected you to do as well.” Coral, who had been scanning the now-open letter as Amber spoke and looking for all the world utterly lost in thought, glances up at Amber when his sentence concludes and says, “Have you ever considered becoming a poet?” He only stares and stifles a sigh in response. ”Or maybe a songwriter? I understand if that’s less your style though-” ”Are you not going to answer my question?” ”I got a letter because I know people who know my address, and anything else I can go over if I want to, and if I figure out the answer myself after reading it.” ”Alright. That’s good enough for me.” Amber, with a strange sort of compliment in his head and plenty of awareness of how Coral wants to be left alone, exits the console room. Coral takes a seat in a seat that manages to be well-worn and familiar despite the objective newness of this console room design and takes another look at the letter in their hands. ”Hey Coral,” it starts, already a strange way for a letter addressed to them to start, considering they have yet to tell any of their former companions about their name change, and especially not any fellow Time Lords (the use of circular gallifreyan indicating as such). “The majority of this letter wasn’t written by me- and before you ask, no, I’m not Marcy. I’m a time lord you’re close with, yes, but not Marcy.” This factoid Coral finds suspicious- whoever wrote it must know Marcy well to have handwriting so similar in style to its. And the use of the present/past/future perfect continuous tense [a tense that is notably difficult to translate into english] in reference to the writer’s familiarity with Coral themself carries a array of implications they aren’t looking forward to understanding. ”I’m writing this preface to clarify a couple things. Firstly, I came into possession of this letter unintentionally and without any ill will towards you. And secondly, the contents of this letter would thoroughly unsettle you if you weren’t aware of the strange means by which it made its way to you- means I don’t plan on telling you, but the fact that they’re strange and I’m writing all this should help at least somewhat. Two-and-a-fifthly, I know these contents would unsettle you because I used a different name at the top of my section than what the original writer used in theirs.” It seems the writer of this letter (its preface at least) is attempting to cram as many confusing temporal implications as possible on one (modified-to-be) dimensionally transcendent piece of paper. ”I’m pretty sure I’ve said everything that needs to be said, but if I didn’t I’ll probably find a way to get the information to you anyway. Only if the opportunity presents itself though. Much like how the present tends to opportune itself.” Coral’s almost starting to wonder whether this is actually some completely random person they know that at some point in their life learned circular gallifreyan, just for how unlikely it feels that any time lord would write this stuff. “Greetings and good evening,” then a signature in the form of a drop of ink close enough between conventional shades of orange and red for Coral to mistake it for a drop of gallifreyan blood at first. They sigh, then pull the next sheet of paper out of the envelope- the actual letter itself. “Dear Conductor,” The preface wasn’t lying. That does feel weird to them. “That’s probably the weirdest way I’ve ever started a letter but you never told me your name and I don’t care enough to ask. I don’t really know why I’m writing this letter (do you even have a mail slot on the T&LDIS? I don’t remember ever seeing one) but it’s been about a week since you left me at home and” Their hearts stop. Exercising a considerable amount of self-restraint, they do not crumple the letter into a tiny ball and throw it into the depths of the whirling time vortex, and instead resume reading it. They know who wrote it now. “I get the feeling you’ll show up tomorrow or another half week from now looking like you thought you’d arrive only a couple hours after dropping me off.” (Not an inaccurate prediction, though to be precise it would be the day after she wrote this letter that they would pick him up.) “I guess the most likely reason I’m writing you this letter is that [the clear markings of an abundance of erased words fill up space] you’re the only dude ever, I think, that might know what it feels like to go somewhere and be kind of lost in the past and future instead of actually in the present. It’s a really hard feeling to place.” (They can’t actually relate to this, the contrasting aspect of it at least. Being untethered from the natural flow of time, reality itself even to an extent, has been the norm for them for nearly as long as they can remember. All the same, the very groundedness of non-Time Lords, their ability to truly look at a world the way it currently exists as they are in it, not as one of many bits and pieces in a long, winding web of time, is something they envy. They wonder if thon ever managed to pick up on how that very quality is what they happen to value in every companion they ever pick up.) “I mean, to you, there’s not much of a difference between 1985 and 1984 and 1986, right? Just like how there wouldn’t have been a difference when we landed in that one jungle place, if we were there in 443Δ or 441Δ (<- that’s what a delta looks like, right?) But to me, here in the “present” or whatever, if we go back a year that’s when me and everyone I know about and the whole planet was a year younger. Are you just used to that?” (Yes. On occasion, they no longer are. And they treasure those occasions as much as they can.) “I mean, you’re the only person ever who could possibly know if this war with the Russians is going to end a week from now or in another year or in a whole century. Or even if it’ll end at all. All that stuff is just things that’ll keep me up at night but to you it’s facts you already know, right? And it’s like that everywhere (everywhen?) there are probably people on all those planets who are thinking about stuff that happened a month ago and you could go there and know exactly what happened then if you want to. And now I feel like i could do the same thing, almost. It’s so strange.” (This is what happens to the people they make companions out of.) “I don’t want to just fill up this letter with talk about weird time stuff though. We deal with enough of that already, don’t we?” (They did, and it wasn’t enough.) “I guess with all this talk of how much a big deal the present is, I was thinking I could offer something for us to do when you get back. I don’t have to immediately set off again on grand adventures with you, do I? There’s this movie coming out, you probably know about it in some way, and it’s about an old person and a younger person traveling through time in a machine that looks like a car- sound familiar? We don’t have to see it, of course, I always like traveling with you, just let me know what you think when you get back. I guess I might be making a big assumption, that you’ll get this letter before then, but what’s the point of having that scifi trans-temporal mailing address of yours if it doesn’t work as intended?” (A very good point. One they can’t help but agree with.) “Your partner in time, Wesley Griffin.” Coral’s eyes lock with the signature at the bottom of the page for a long, long moment. Eventually, they glance up and reread Wesley’s entire section of the letter, top to bottom. And again. And a few more times, for good measure. For Wesley, it was about a week and a half spent at home, recuperating. For Coral, it was closer to a year, and an incredibly busy one at that, dealing with fellow renegade Time Lords and making sure the T&LDIS is appropriately capable of evading the non-renegades that seek to cause them more harm than the actual renegades. The whole little diversion was meant to be a break for both of them, when in reality Coral got maybe a couple weeks of fine rest and recuperation, and Wesley obviously wasn’t having as restful a time as they assumed he was, if this letter is anything to go off of. The day Coral returned to pick Wesley back up was a grand one, though humble. Neither of them brought up the subject of watching a movie, Coral because they didn’t know it was meant to be an option and Wesley because thon was never confrontational enough for her own good. Nor was the subject of feeling displaced in time brought up, though it is surely a more difficult topic of conversation to breach over dinner. Coral had spent their whole life until now unaware of this letter’s existence and had not suffered for it, to the best of their knowledge. Now it’s in their hands and they haven’t got the fainest clue what to do with it. Barely sparing the preface a second glance, they carefully fold and replace the letter in its envelope. Their back deliberately turned away from the door, they leave the console room to set off down the T&LDIS corridors, only the faintest whisper of a destination in mind. A few doors down, and some picked chords are heard underneath Amber’s voice from behind a door. “See, what most people think of when it comes to Spanish guitar is this one set of chords, when really those are just native to the Mediterranean and not Iberia specifically.” Coral doesn’t even try to stick around and hear a response. Long after the sounds of spanish guitar have faded, Coral crosses paths with Darius, heading in the opposite direction. “Oh, hey, do you know where I can find Amber?” it quickly asks. “He’s straight down the hall,” Coral responds without breaking their stride or turning their head, not giving Darius a chance to respond in further questioning or thanks. Briefly, they wonder if Amber was in fact talking to himself instead of to someone else, as they had assumed, but don’t bother entertaining the thought for very long. Just as they’re nearing exasperation with their ship for tucking the room they’re seeking so far away, the door reveals itself. It’s a door they’d recognize anywhere, and one they’d expect to see in only one place, and one they have not touched for far more years than they’d admit to most. So they take a deep breath, grasp the letter lightly in their hand, open the door, step inside, lay it on the bed, and leave. Not all of those actions occurring immediately after one another. - It’s more obvious to Jay than Amber himself that he relaxes immensely as he plays and talks about playing guitar. He’s greatly enjoying having an audience, clearly, and they have no doubt the novelty will not wear off any time soon. “...when really those are just native to the Mediterranean and not Iberia specifically.” Cautious and alert as always, though, it tenses up hearing footsteps coming down the hall- it can’t know for sure, but just in case that is Coral walking so quickly, it scans the room for any hiding spots or new ways out it knows should be there. Luckily, the sound passes by and fades almost before Amber can even notice, so Jay simply motions for him to continue playing rather than bring any attention to it. One and a half flamenco pieces later, some more footsteps are making their way towards them, and this time Jay’s earlier preparation pays off in part; the door is opened and ze is nowhere to be seen when it happens, but as Darius expresses a bit of interest in Amber’s technique and nobody else presents themself, ze pop zerself back into visibility with relative ease, neither Amber nor Darius batting an eye at this. “If you want, I could try and show you how alzapúa works, although I don’t really think I’m the best teacher out there-” “You’re fine, Amber. Darius, did you happen to see Coral out there?” Jay softly interjects. “Yeah, he was moving very quickly in the opposite direction and told me I could find you- well, just Amber -if I kept down the way I was going.” “Huh. Did they have a letter on them?” Amber replies, and Jay starts. “Yeah, actually.” (They try collecting themself to the best of their ability, and it should be said their ability is better than you’d expect.) “Alright. I wonder what they’re going to do with it.” (So does Jay, but ae at least have a very strong hunch ae’re highly interested in testing) “Amber, you don’t mind continuing this serenade in miniature with an alternate exterior audience, would you?” Amber shifts his attention back to Jay, a slightly melancholy tinge encroaching on his smile. “Yeah, I’m good. Go ahead and do your thing.” They nod and duck out the door, him quietly finishing, “I wasn’t really expecting you to stay very long anyway.” Unexpectedly, hy responds on hys way out, “I’ll steal another chance for us.” - A short while down the line (a while being, famously, one of the least quantifiable units of time measurement out there), Jay will take every necessary precaution they possibly can, walk directly into a room the T&LDIS will never be allowed to eject or remodel, no matter how many regenerations she or its conductor go through, and on their person will be a very, very old pen with no ink in it. A long while down the line, Coral (or perhaps someone no longer going by that name but very much the same inside) will walk back into the room that at one point housed a dear friend of theirs, and they’ll somehow bring themself to reopen the letter from him, and in the introduction they’ll read in reddish-orange ink a single, long, winding, and entirely new sentence in the preface that reduces them to tears in the kindest way possible.

#mi wri #i wonder if i could post this to ao3. the possibility has only just occurred to me. hm. #cojum who? #personally i don't think r. chaplet has ever had a question answered satisfactively in his life and he doesnt expect for it to start soon #tis i #anyway. a couple explanations. s. griffin is obviously meant to be steve gallagher & she uses he/she/thon & is from 1985 #thon's older than my parents! i think that makes him a boomer. oh dear. also remember the mention of a dead companion from chapter 1? #yeah thon's the adric of b. kingdom (except the doctor's had way more dead companions than just one especially like #b. kingdom's namesake sara kingdom but her companion status is debatable but anyway there's loads of eu companions who have died #and in nuwho there's a lot of quote un quote deaths but. whatever. b. kingdom's young they can have emotional investment in something) #anyway. circular gallifreyan is effectively the gallifreyan alphabet. we see vague depictions of it in the show & hear about it in the eu #on occasion at least. it's rather vaguely defined and a couple people have come up with ways to write with it irl #and boy are those ways complicated (ask for a link & i can show you something wack) but basically nobody other than time lords #knows how to read/write it. tis pretty neat #gallifreyan/time lord blood (i forget whether it's exclusive to time lords or not) is a more orange shade than human blood #2.66-4.67 billion miles is the minimum & maximum distance between the earth and pluto #welcome to questions answered #i need better classifications for <- that tag vs my ''i fandom tagged this one'' tag because this is genuine content of value i believe #if anyone went through my blog with the mundane things tag they'd get shitposts & daily life shit but also these well done stories #just because they have to do with my ocs doesn't mean they can't be grouped with the shitposts & occasional image edits i do #that other people who don't follow this blog might like. anyway #the whole world gets to see this one #(i apologize if s. griffin's last name is too similar to family guy but i chose thon's due to similarities with his namesake) #nonsense as usual

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