#and then books three and four kind of combine with her saying
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there obv IS a prevalent and aggravating trend of stories having an antagonist who correctly identifies a flaw in society and aims to fix it but also commits atrocities along the way that the narrative claims to undermine the entire goal and then when the hero defeats them it is in the name of the status quo - but people sometimes point to legend of korra as an example of this which is so annoying bc like man how can you not understand a show written for children. every single season ends with korra defeating the villains and then saying "they had some points tho!" and then changing the status quo to address the flaw the villain identified
#rambles#legend of korra#lok#she says amon WAS right nonbenders ARE underrepresented and then gave them more political power#she said unalaq WAS right we ARE severely disconnected from the spirit world and then kept the portal open#and then books three and four kind of combine with her saying#maybe assassinating the earth queen with no follow up plan wasn’t great bc now the entire earth kingdom has plunged into chaos#and kuvira’s brutal dictatorial style leaves something to be desired!#BUT the monarchy did need to go and now the earth kingdom must shift into a democracy#and like these aren’t things you need to analyze the plot to discover#korra says straight up ‘amon was right’#‘unalaq was right’#it’s just funny 2 me
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Yeah no I can't stop thinking about this. I need to get this extremely cursed theory out of my system. Let's just go.
Could Rayleigh and Shakky be Crocodile's parents?
So the thing is, I was gonna post about this like ages ago, but then I canned my original post. Because I realized that based on the timeline we have, for this theory to be true Shakky would've had to become pregnant at age 17 and given birth at 18 while Rayleigh was like 31. And needless to say, that's gross as hell. So yeah, I cancelled that original theory post because of that.
But then I realized that between Oda repeatedly treating 17 year olds as """not children""" in OP (see: Dragon literally saying Luffy isn't a child anymore at age 17), and other shit like how 16 year old Pudding was almost married to 21 year old Sanji
Like shit's creepy as hell. But alas, because Oda is Oda, it would actually fit in-universe. Like the theory is still fucking viable. Because fucking Oda, man.
And god fucking damnit the thought just keeps on haunting me. Because I am unironically curious whether or not this could be a genuine, viable theory. So yeah. I just need to get this theory out of my system. Let's just get it done with, alright
So what kind of started off this theory in my mind was remembering Buggy's off-hand comment/joke about Rayleigh being Luffy's uncle
Because that got me also thinking about some other, vaguely related theories, and like... Like we all know these theories, right;
that Luffy's mom is a Kuja (people speculate that's why Kuma sent him to Amazon Lily, that Luffy had a connection to the island)
that Crocodile has Kuja heritage (the Missing Empress is pretty much debunked but it is a popular, related and vaguely relevant theory too)
that Crocodile is Luffy's other dad
And I could not help but to wonder if these theories could somehow be combined together into one Giga Theory
And the funny thing is, we know that Rayleigh did marry a Kuja Empress, Shakky. Which actually does mean that the four theories could be mashed together. Like sure the other three theories could already be combo'd together but Buggy's theory would somehow really complement the other theories and bring them all together???
Of course, if Crocodad is real and Rayleigh turned out to be Crocodile's dad, then Buggy's comment wouldn't be fully accurate, since Rayleigh would be Luffy's other grandfather, not uncle.
But it'd still be funny as hell in its own right, since the two would turn out to be blood-relatives. Like how the fuck was Buggy onto something there. Not to mention, as of now, two of Buggy's predictions in the Summit War Saga have already turned true (him becoming a Shichibukai and then a Yonkou, the only one that hasn't come true yet is him becoming Pirate King)
But indeed, if Shakky and Rayleigh were Crocodile's parents, then that would mean Crocodile would have Kuja heritage, it would mean Luffy's birthing parent was (technically) a Kuja, Buggy's joke would be kind of true and, yeah, Crocodad Real. That would be insane. We got a full fucken bingo over here
But then we have all these details to considder;
We know Shakky quit being the Kuja Empress and a pirate 42 years ago, when she moved to Sabaody and opened her bar. We don't know why she did this move, especially because at this point Rayleigh should've still been adventuring with Roger's crew
At that point, Crocodile would've been 4 years old
Based on Baby Croc's art, he isn't wearing Kuja clothes. If he had been raised in Amazon Lily then surely he would've been wearing their clothes*, but if he moved to Sabaody with Shakky and was raised there, then his get-up would fit in just fine
The trivia books claim Crocodile is a Grand Line native; regardless of if he was raised in Amazon Lily or Sabaody, both would add up
*(To be fair, if Oda had drawn Baby Croc in Kuja Clothes, that would've been a MASSIVE SPOILER to drop in an SBS. And Film Z did go out of its way to NOT include Baby Croc in the credits when all the other Baby Shichibukai were, so like, Baby Croc's art isn't Absolute Lore or anything, it is subject to change)
Indeed, if Shakky had decided to move out of Amazon Lily and went to Sabaody specifically knowing that if Roger's crew ever passed by then that would make sense, since it would mean she'd have an increased chance at seeing her husband again (if only briefly).
It would also make sense if she moved out with her child and/or because she had a child, since it'd make it easier for her to ensure her child and the father could maybe get to meet and spend time together, as staying on Amazon Lily would've meant Rayleigh wouldn't have been able to enter the town even if he DID swam all the way there.
(Also her options would've been to either leave her child behind or bring the child with her, and if she didn't want the kid to grow up in Amazon Lily for whatever reason then this would've been the perfect opportunity to remove that child from the island)
If Crocodile grew up in Sabaody then it could explain things like Baby Croc's serious expression and how he has a gun; there are dangerous people in Sabaody, the kid would've had to learn to defend himself from a young age (and I'm sure Shakky would've been happy to teach her child how to fight, since the Kuja are fierce warriors and being powerful is beautiful etc).
It would also explain Crocodile's racism towards Jinbei, since anti-Fishman racism is a common issue in Sabaody. He would also have grown up in a place where slavery and other shit is a commonly known and seen thing, as well as the crimes of the Tenryuubito. This would explain a lot about his general attitude towards the World Government
Also, if both of Crocodile's parents were pirates, and his dad also happened to literally be on the ship of the Pirate King... Yeah it would explain his career choises. And why he had gone to Roger's execution too, since that would've been not just the Greatest Pirate In The World, but also his father's captain
And if these two were Croc's parents, it could explain his title; he could be "Sir" Crocodile because he is the son of an empress, or it could be a fucked up abbreviation from Silvers (note: it doesn't work like that in Japanese, since "sir" is like "saa" while "silvers" is "shirubaasu", but that's why I said "fucked up abbreviation")
Either way, his fullname would then be Sir Silvers Crocodile
A fitting name for a silver medalist, is it not
I just. I hate how much sense this would make
Also I'll throw this out there; don't want to put too much money on the whole "they look similar" thing due to Oda's same face syndrome, but there is an argument to be made about Oda's fem!Croc looking quite similar to Shakky, while if you squint your eyes, a younger Rayleigh could kinda look a bit like regular Croc (they even have the same haircut, awe), though it's hard to judge since we have so little art of young Rayleigh and old Rayleigh is, well, visibly much older than Crocodile
Really the only things I can think of that COULD debunk the idea are that Crocodile is MUCH TALLER than either Rayleigh or Shakky, and his bloodtype doesn't match (the two are A/AB while Croc is O). And my normal instinct would be like "if they were related then surely these details would add up because Oda is insane", but also. They are minor details. IDK man
Also, Crocodile aside. Shakky and Rayleigh have known each other for a long ass time, and Rayleigh's tendency to sleep around, it is entirely possible the two could have had a child at some point. And that really would explain why Shakky quit being an Empress. Like it doesn't even have to be Crocodile, it would just make sense if they had a kid and if that kid became the reason to Shakky quitting. The question is, who could that child then be?? And what happened to them??
#Moon posting#OP Meta#Sir Crocodile#Crocodad#Alright I had to get this cursed concept out of my system. It has been exorcised from my brain. Let us never discuss this ever again
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Home for the Holidays part 3
Part 2
thought this stopped at part two. wrong, here's part three.
Caleb does some baking with his mom.
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“Cream together the butter and Sugar until light and fluffy. Beat in the egg yolk and vanilla. Combine the flour and salt before adding to the creamed mixture alternately with the milk.”
Caleb rotated his shoulder, trying to get rid of the ache that was starting to form as he read off the directions from the book. His arms were starting to kill him.
To think the jocks at school had laughed at him saying baking was not a work out. Clearly they were the kind of people who thought buying premade cookie dough from the store and sticking them in the oven counted as baking. Caleb was sure that if he did this all year then he’d be able to shot-put a snorlax.
Currently Caleb had four different batches of cookies on the going, and he still had peppermint patties and almond bark he had to make.
He was half tempted to go and grab Fjord so that he could help with some of the mixing, just so his arms got a break.
But it would all be worth it to have some fresh baked goods for the holidays. And boy was it so much easier to bake in a real kitchen, rather than the small kitchenette that was in his and Fjord's dorm room.
At least here, if the smoke detector went off it didn't set off the sprinkler system for half the building.
Just as he leaned in to read once more from the book, he heard the door open behind him but he paid it no mind, thinking it was just his dad or uncle or one of their pokemon looking for a snack. “let's see, next we need to-”
“Hey Caleb!”
“Mom!” Caleb yelled, swinging around to face the door, almost dropping the bowl he was mixing.
“Hey, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you” She spoke softly, raising her hands in a calming motion. “Just come to see if you need any help, that's all.”
Within seconds, Caleb felt his eyes start to water and actively fought the urge to run over and embrace her…if only because he was covered in flour and he didn't want to get any on her.
Quickly he set down the bowl and spoon to quickly wipe his eyes, not wanting tears to get into the mix.
It was just really good to see her again, to see her the way he remembered her. But at the same time it stirred up a lot of thoughts and feelings that easily overwhelmed him.
A gentle hand suddenly took his face away from his face, and he looked up to see his mom standing there smiling at him. “You're getting flour all over your face.” she laughed, pulling his hands down to his sides before taking some paper towel. “Here let me.” she added as she started to carefully wipe the white powder away from his face.
and still more tears fell until his mother wiped those away too. Only for new ones to quickly replace them.
“Okay, now take a deep breath” his mother said, placing her hands on his shoulders, and Caleb did just that. “Now hold it…now let it out” they repeated the process several times until Caleb felt sure he wasn't going to burst into tears again. “Do you want me to get your phone?”
He thought about it for a second, before shaking his head. No, he didn't need the anxiety sticker on the back of his phone, right now.
“Okay, just let me know if you change your mind.” she smiled, giving his shoulders one last squeeze before standing up. “Now, do you need some help in here or do you want me to get out of your hair?”
“Don't go!” He winced as the words came far louder and more desperate than he meant them to. Taking another deep breath, he took a moment to think things through. “Yeah, I could use a hand, if you don't mind.”
“Wouldn't have asked if I minded”
Right. He quickly looked around and grabbed the bowl he had before, holding it out to his mom. “Could you finish mixing this for me? The moo moo milk hasn't quite blended into the dough yet, and I still have to melt the chocolate for it.”
“Sure. so I just keep stirring until it's all one thing?” She asked, taking the spoon from his hand and slowly stirring the ingredients.
“Yep! Just gotta keep stirring until it's all combined.” Caleb explained, pouring the chocolate melts in a bowl and popping them in the microwave. He needed that to be hot enough to melt but not scalding. “It needs to be a workable dough for the next part.”
“What are we making anyway?”
“They're called Icebox Pinwheel cookies.” Caleb answered, turning his back to his mom as he checked the Starchies in the oven, trying to hide the stupid smile on his face. He was actually baking cookies with his mom. “They’re one of the few cookies that both Dad and Uncle Emmet will eat.”
“OH the swirly ones! I always wondered how you made those. I’m normally at work with you Uncle and Dad when you bake em.”
Setting the Starchies aside on the cooling rack, Caleb quickly checked on how his mother was doing with the dough, grinning when he saw that it was done. “Okay, that’s enough. Now we need to slit it in half.”
He left his mom to divide the dough to get the chocolate. “Then we mix this into one half until it’s one uniform colour.”
“I can do that.”
As his mom worked the chocolate into one half of the dough, and Caleb started to set up for his next baking project, the two fell into easy conversation. Just simple ‘how’s school?’ ‘are you enjoying your classes?’ ‘have any good battles?’ ‘how was your trip to Hoenn?’ ‘what Pokemon did you catch?’ ‘Where are you guys planning to go next?’. Things that most mothers probably asked their kids everyday, and Caleb was enjoying every bit of it.
It had been really hard not having his mom in his life for the longest time, made only slightly harder by the fact that he had to keep her a secret. He couldn’t exactly tell the other kids at school that his mom was captain Zisu of the Galaxy team’s security corps and one of the founders of the Sinnoh league. Even if they did believe him there would be questions, and the last thing he wanted was the whole Hisui incident to be dragged back up. His dad had already been through enough.
It helped a bit in finding out that his Mom had been his dad’s Chandelure, knowing that she was always around to protect and comfort him. But at the same time it brought to light a horrible reality that his mom had in fact died, and not just that but died a long time ago. A hard truth to swallow, only helped by the fact that there was a ghostly ball of flames and metal he could hug tight.
But now he had his mom back, in the flesh, and it was probably only for a limited time, but Caleb planned to make the most of it.
“Mom,”
“Yes sweety?”
“What’s your favorite baked good?”
#submas#pokemon au#From Hisui to Unova#Ingo's Kids#Caleb (Oc)#Fjord (Oc)#captain zisu#chandelure#dojoshipping#pokemon fan fic
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Dear GTC!!
Having finished my reread of your Book/Year 3, I’ve been thinking about what lessons the remaining Marauders might have to teach the Harry-Ron-Hermione-Draco foursome (whose lack of a covert group name makes them much less pretentious, but leaves open the option for us readers to suggest our own name ideas; i am partial to the “troll-toppling foursome”). In many ways, they are inheritors and foils of the Marauder legacy, not only its members, but also Snape, Lily, and the Black siblings. I’m certain this inheritance stand a chance to transmute itself into the later generation’s respective magical signatures and talents. Lupin taught Harry how to cast a Patronus; Draco recieved Snape’s old potions textbook. I think it stands to reason that Hermione and Ron individually, and the second generation foursome collectively, have magic to inherit and learn from the surviving marauders. Namely, Animagi magic, at which I think Hermione would be particularly talented, Draco and Ron would appreciate the strategic and tactical value of possessing, and which Harry might relate to on account of his being a Parseltongue. Do you think the four of them as a unit would be strong enough in magic and self-mastery to become underage illegal Animagi together? Do do you think Sirius would have any interest in teaching them, or do you think it’s something they might initiate on their own?
The phrase "Harry-Ron-Hermione-Draco foursome" is, while on the one hand a perfectly accurate and uncontroversial way to describe their group of friends, also the unique combination of words most likely to make Draco wake up screaming in a cold sweat;
The parallels you draw out between the Golden Quartet (trademark pending, someone in the comments gave them this name and I think it's cute) are really lovely, and I spent a while thinking about them! The dynamic parallels between Draco and Sirius vs. Draco and Snape are in particular things that I spend a lot of time thinking about. Chapter 29 is a sort of love letter to the Marauders, in that way.
I'm intrigued that you think Hermione would be a good Animagus; is it because she's a Transfiguration nerd? I'm not saying you're wrong, it's just not something I'd thought of before, so I'm interested by the thought. There's a brief discussion of this prospect in Book 4, before the Second Task, where Harry raises the possibility and suggests that Sirius could teach him (albeit somewhat in jest); Hermione shuts it down for safety and legal reasons, which are probably straight from McGonagall's lips. So that's why they haven't considered it seriously: animagus magic is a unique combination of dangerous and time-consuming that means it's very rarely a solution to whatever the Quartet are dealing with, and the Marauders pulling it off is kind of a small miracle made possible by the fact that, unlike the Quartet, they basically had nothing else to do.
I also slid in a reference to McGonagall giving everyone a lecture on the dangers of fucking up animagus transformations, complete with pictures. It's my headcanon that this lecture started after a Certain Three Individuals graduated, for reasons related to her sanity and blood pressure. (She does offer an elective on it to seventh years, however, so... I mean, if it were me, I'd much rather learn from her than from Sirius, who strikes me as a "straight into the deep end" kind of teacher. Come to think of it, that might be the answer to your question.)
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repercussions // daniil kvyat
summary: tired of flying under the radar after moving to monaco with her athlete sister, the last thing y/n expected was to fall in love with the russian she met at the bookstore.
so tired of this stagnant place that I’ve been living in, don’t know how it happened but I’m wearing thin
pairing: daniil kvyat x female reader
warnings: mentions of sex & suggestive content. y/n has a complicated relationship with her sister but the love is still there. potentially badly translated russian.
this is pretty long so I apologize in advance.
authors note: this is what happens when I go on vacation and can’t sleep at three in the morning because of time zones and then remember that one picture of dany and penelope for her third birthday
translation guide: meelaya= russian for darling
monte carlo. a city that never sleeps.
so it’s absolutely the wrong place for y/n y/l/n. the city’s saving grace was the quiet booksellers on a side street, set back from the bustling casinos.
she was a quiet person, a homebody. the kind of person that monte carlo would chew up and spit back out again. the kind of person that preferred a five-storey bookstore to a party boat ride in the middle of the night. the kind of person that didn’t care for the nightlife, or the hordes of world-class athletes that flocked to the tax haven every year.
the heels of her fall boots clicked against the marble tiles as she wove between the wooden shelves, running her fingers over the paperback covers and breathing in the smell of brand new, unread books.
she was curious by nature, a habit that had gotten her in trouble more times than she could count in her twenty-four years of life.
y/n crossed into the romance section, eyes scanning the shelves for the latest from emily henry. the brightly coloured covers were on the top shelf, the pop art designs springing off the shelves as she dropped her canvas tote bag, resting it against the wall as she stepped onto the bottom shelf, testing her weight before extending her arm and reaching for ‘book lovers.’
it was just her luck that the soft paperback was set back from the rest and required some serious reaching in order to find a good grip on the book. she had almost grabbed it when she lost her footing, falling backwards from the shelf.
this is it. this is how I die, she thought, waiting for the moment that her skull would crack against the shelf behind her.
a moment that never came.
y/n looked up, heart racing, into the eyes of her saviour.
he had a soft face, one that was imperfect and oblong, yet still charming and inviting.
“are you okay?” his accent was hard to place, but if y/n had to guess, she would have said russian.
“yeah, yeah I’m alright.” she said quietly, slowly regaining her breath as the stranger helped her back to her feet “thank you for catching me, that could have gone very badly if you hadn’t.”
“no need to thank me. what is the point of having good reflexes of you don’t put them to good use?”
y/n chuckled, kneeling down to help the man pick up the books he had cast aside. “russian literature and childrens books? that’s an odd combination.”
the stranger laughed. “so says the woman who just fell off a bookshelf trying to get a romance book.”
she rolled her eyes. “ouch.”
“if you must know, crime and punishment is for me, and the childrens books are for my daughter.”
somehow that information hit y/n like whiplash. so much for her meet cute if the hot guy was already committed to somebody else.
“how old is she?” y/n asked gently, passing the stack back
“almost three. she’s with my ex girlfriend and her new guy this weekend. he’s a fucking red bull driver, off god knows where.”
of course she had heard of the infamous formula one drivers that called monaco home. in fact, her sister lived in the same building as three of them. however they did not run in the same crowds, you see. her sister was the life of the party when all y/n wanted to do was be where the hordes of people were not.
“I’m sorry to hear that things didn’t work out.”
“no worries. I’m over it.” he stuck out a hand. “danill. danill kvyat.”
“y/n.” she smiled, shaking his warm, calloused hand “thank you for saving me from certain death:”
“oh come on, that fall wouldn’t have killed you.”
“you don’t know that.”
you see, y/n y/l/n is a worrier in every sense of the word. worrying about how other people see her, how people react to the things that she does.
every possible outcome of every possible situation.
if there was something to worry about, y/n worried about it.
she lived in an almost constant state of melodrama, her mother used to say.
the pair continued their walk through the bookstore, heading towards the cash desk as they engaged in idle chatter, neither party dropping any big identifiers about their lives in the process.
“let me pay for that.” danill insisted as they got closer and closer to the till
“absolutely not.” y/n insisted, clutching the paperback to her chest. “I am perfectly capable of buying myself a book.”
really, she wasn’t. monte carlo is a very expensive city, despite the lack of taxes. but she had underspent on groceries that week, and had change to spare on new reading material to add to her never ending to be read stack.
but she still has her pride, and therefore she wasn’t going to let a beautiful russian stranger (whose name she now knew) pay for her.
“come on, it’s the least I can do to repay you for listening to me talk.”
“you’ve already saved my life today, you don’t need to buy my books as well.”
“but I insist!” daniil persisted as the young girl behind the counter rang up the purchase and read the total.
“it’s no big deal, daniil. thank you for the offer.” y/n thought the argument was over until she reached for her bag and realized it was no longer over her shoulder, spitting out a curse. “fuck. daniil, can you stay here while I run and grab my bag?”
the russian nodded, but as soon as y/n had slunk back behind the shelves, he whipped out his visa card and tapped the machine, paying for the book anyways.
when y/n came back, the line had already moved on, and the russian was standing against a table, two Papier bags in hand.
“you paid for it as soon as my back was turned, didn’t you?”
“guilty as charged.” daniil grinned, passing y/n the bag
“at least let me buy you a coffee or something.” y/n insisted. “I’m the one that should be repaying you, not the other way around.
really, she just wanted to spend more time with daniil, something akin to butterflies erupting in her stomach when she thought about his gentle smile, or his boisterous laugh.
it was like something straight out of a romance book.
they ended up going for lunch at a cafe down the road from the booksellers, and area of town that was still miles less busy than the rest of the casino city.
“so after you two broke up, she started dating your replacement at red bull ? that’s cold, man.”
that lunch would be the day they really got to know each other.
“what brings a girl like you to monaco? it doesn’t seem your style.”
“it’s not. my sister is a professional athlete. martial arts. I’m her manager, and she thought that it was okay to upend my entire life and drag me halfway across the world to live here with her because she didn’t want to be alone, which I understand, but now she has dropped me in that same spot she didn’t want to be in. I don’t really like change all that much, and there’s been too much of it lately for me to handle. I don’t make friends as easily as she does.”
daniil smiled “well, you’ve just made a friend now.”
it was the first time that y/n felt that she could be so brutally honest without consequence, without fear of saying something wrong or how the other party might react.
and for daniil, it was the first time he had felt seen, felt understood since his relationship with kelley had imploded.
they both felt at home with each other.
one lunch turned into two, which turned into a proper date, then two then three. then dates turned into heated kisses and wandering touches, nights at each other’s apartments, sheets clinging to sweaty skin.
but through all of this, y/n has still never met penelope, daniils little girl.
it was a cool october night, and nothing in y/n’s life felt right. it had been a long day at work for her day job, and she dreaded the realization that she still had a few tedious promotional tasks to perform in her sisters best interest.
as she was leaving the high rise building, she felt like she wanted to cry. she was supposed to meet daniil for dinner, and it was the last thing that she wanted to do: she was exhausted and annoyed from everything that had gone wrong in her day, her unshaven legs were an eyesore, and she was certain that her eye makeup made her look like a raccoon.
the sunshine yellow mercedes that sat in her parking space was the one luxury she had allowed herself after moving to monaco. she had saved for years to afford the amg car and it had taken more of her savings than she would have liked. she slid inside, dropping her tote bag in the backseat before turning on the stereo, resting her head against the steering wheel and letting out a scream, an old metallica song playing in the background.
when she was done having her little moment, she reached for her phone and dialled daniils number, running through all of the possible ways that she could articulate the way she was feeling, the anxiety coursing through her veins about the mere thought od trying to balance all of the things she needed to do for her sister against her date with dany and her downtime.
“hey, dan.” she started “listen, I’ve had a really long day and I still have stuff to do so I’m not sure that I’m gonna be able to make it tonight, I’m nowhere near ready and I didn’t realize how late it was getting.”
“hey, hey. y/n, it’s okay.” daniil soothed, his voice almost bringing tears to y/n’s eyes. “we don’t have to go out tonight. listen, I’ll order some takeaway and cancel the babysitter. we can stay in tonight, and I’ve got penelope which usually means a night full of pixar movies. don’t go home alone, meelaya. an empty house isn’t good for you.”
“yeah, okay. I’ll be there in half an hour?”
“that sounds great. hey, are you listening to metallica?”
y/n laughed. in the months she had known daniil, she learned to love that the russian loved heavy music. she had been raised in a household of classic rock and hair metal, and had even gone through the traditional and often regrettable emo phase, and had gotten her name on the wait list for the my chemical romance reunion tour.
“of course. see you soon, okay babe?”
“I love you.”
“love you more, dany.”
when she got to daniils apartment, she felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. relief surged through her body as the russian opened the door, pulling her in for a gentle kiss.
although his dating life had hit a standstill after kelley, he had never lost his touch, his kiss as soft and passionate as ever.
“daddy!” a small voice shouted from the other room “is y/n here yet?”
daniil laughed, pulling y/n into his chest for a hug. “yes, princess. come bring her your gift.”
the apartment echoed with footsteps as penelope kvyat ran into the front hall, carrying with her a bouquet of flowers bigger than she was.
“these are for you. I helped pick them out.” the three-year-old proclaimed, thrusting the bouquet towards y/n, who took them with a smile.
“thank you, penelope! they’re gorgeous.”
“hey, pen, remember I told you you could give y/n the flowers but then you had to go do your math homework?”
“who gives math homework to a three year old?”
“it’s literally addition and subtraction, she could finish it in ten minutes if she wanted to go but she gets distracted easily.”
after some minor complaints, penelope disappeared back into the dining room, allowing y/n to have some space and some private time with her lover.
“hey,” daniil said softly, reaching for y/ns hand “if this gets overwhelming for you, just tell me. please. I know it’s a lot and we’re still only a few months in-“
“dany, it’s okay.” y/n cut him off with a soft kiss. “she seems like a really sweet kid.” she grinned mischievously “and besides, every girl loves a dilf.”
daniil chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to her neck. “lucky for us, pen has an early bedtime.”
the night went by faster than y/n could have imagined, and with each passing minute she was happier that she had decided to go to dans rather than back to her own, empty flat. dinner was traditional russian that daniil had picked up from a place down the road: perogies and creamy mashed potatoes, with dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets for penelope.
pen was very excited to meet y/n, and spent the night showering her in compliments about her manicured nails, her dress, the colour of her eyes.
after dinner, it was a scene that oddly reminded y/n of when she and daniil had first met each other, and subsequently argued over something as pointless over who was going to lay for the romance book she had fallen off the shelf trying to find.
daniil kept insisting that y/n should sit down and put her feet up, especially after the day she had, and y/n kept insisting that she was going to help clean things up, thinking that it was the least she could do in return for the evening.
and y/n y/l/n was putting the days of taking no for an answer behind her.
which is how she ended up washing dishes while dany cleared the table, the russian unable to resist playfully tapping her ass as he walked past with a stack of plates.
“do you want to talk about what happened earlier today, now that penelope is in the other room? it’s okay if you don’t want to, I just thought that talking about why your day sucked as much as it did might make you feel better.”
that was one of the things she liked most about the russian: he was a good listener, letting her vent whenever she needed to, or listening to her talk herself through an anxious spiral, and he was on standby to help however he could if either party determined that it was needed.
“I’m sick of working two jobs. I can’t work at the firm, and manage my sister at the same time, its getting to be too much. the law job was supposed to keep me sane, it’s what I studied for, committed too. but I think I kept the job to prove to emmy that I don’t need to rely on her, that I can do just fine on my own, but somewhere deep down I hate that she’s found so much success and so much wealth and that I have just been dragged along for the ride.” she complained, aggressively using a dishcloth to clean one of the ceramic plates. “thank god I have a day off tomorrow, I need a fucking break.”
daniil didn’t say anything, knowing that y/n just needed space to vent, instead gently pulling her into his arms.
“why are families so damn complicated?”
dany smiled. “who knows, my love? who knows?”
after the dishes were done, the couple joined penelope in the sitting room: daniil in the middle of the couch, and pen and y/n on either side of him, a large bowl of microwave popcorn on his lap, ‘cars’ playing on the tv in front of them.
“daddy?” penelope asked, sitting up on the couch.
“yes, princess.” dany smiled
“can you braid my hair?” the toddler asked, a plastic disney hairbrush in hand
daniil chuckled, moving around on the couch to make space. “of course, sweetheart.”
it was a scene that made y/n’s heart stop and swell, watching daniil expertly plait his daughters hair. it was something so nurturing, and so domestic that for a split second, she could see this in her future, she saw this as her forever.
and that scared her.
“does this mean that you’re gonna braid my hair as well?” y/n asked with a grin, leaning on danys shoulder.
daniil turned his head, smiling back. “can you sit still long enough?”
“of course.” she teased, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before lowering her voice “do I get to call you daddy as well?” she joked, quickly kissing him again instead of waiting for an answer
so imagine her surprise when, after gently parting her hair and running his fingers over her skin, daniil leaned in and whispered “try it later and find out.”
it sent shivers rippling down her skin, combined with the loving way that he was holding her, two sharp contrasts that made her feel butterflies.
the end credits rolled, and penelope was sent off to get ready for bed while daniil and y/n (with her hair freshly braided) tidied the sitting room.
“I was going to wait until the morning, but after the day that you’ve had, I think I’ll give these to you now.” the russian smiled, digging through a desk drawer. “I e been planning this for weeks and there was a whole big reveal planned, but it’s whatever.”
“what’s this?” y/n gawked, looking at the white letter envelope dany pushed into her hand
“just open it and see.”
with a smile, y/n placed the empty plastic popcorn bowl back on the counter and used her fingernail to open the envelope, gently pulling out the sheets of paper inside with a gasp.
“a weekend in paris to see metallica?!”
“kelley and max have pen that whole week, it’s been ages since I’ve been to a concert, and the two of us have never done a weekend away.” daniil hummed, striding towards y/n and placing his hands on her waist. “what do you say? come to paris with me?”
y/n pushed onto her tip-toes, pressing a deep kiss to daniil’s lips. “of course I will. I love you.”
dany kissed her again with a smile. “I love you more.”
“not possible.”
they stood in the middle of the kitchen, wrapped in an embrace as they kissed, hands tangling in hair before daniil scooped her off her feet.
“I swear to god, if you hit my head on the cabinets again-“ y/n giggled as the former f1 driver placed her on the granite counter.
“it was one time!” he laughed, kissing her again as she looped her arms around his neck, gently biting down on his lip as she tried to pull him closer, legs wrapped around his waist.
“daddy?”
the interruption made both parties jump, with daniil hitting his head on the cabinet door handle.
“jesus christ.” y/n muttered, a hand over her heart as she slid off the counter. “pen, you scared us.”
“y/n,” penelope started, clutching a stuffed rabbit in her arms “can you read me a bedtime story?”
touched by the little girls request, she turned to daniil. “is that okay with you?”
“of course. it’s an honour for pen to ask you that.” dan chuckled, ruffling his daughters hair.
so y/n sat with penelope in the small, but cozy pink room, reading from a copy of harry potter and the philosophers stone that pen’s uncle charles had gotten her for her birthday, insisting that she was old enough for wizards now. daniil paused in the doorway, snapping a photo of his two favourite girls curled up next to each other as penelope started to fall asleep.
months passed, and y/n and daniil had officially moved in together. unable to decide whose apartment they were going to move into, they ended up buying a small townhouse together, away from the cluster of f1 related personnel living in monte carlo.
the master bedroom was y/n’s favourite room, flooded with light from the skylight over the dresser and the large picture windows, a metallica poster over the queen sized bed (with the floral duvet creating fantastic contrast) and the wall full of books, the favourite literature of the two lovers mending perfectly to create their own miniature library. the room had an ensuite and took up an entire floor, reminding y/n of her uncles house in yorkshire.
penelope’s room was directly below, painted in an eggshell blue so pale that it could be mistaken for white, a plush bed piled high with pillows and stuffed animals in the middle of the room.
throughout the move, dany had been fielding calls from his agent, desperate to find something new to keep him going since he couldn’t race in europe anymore.
and y/n had finally put her foot down, telling her sister to find a new manager because she wanted to focus on her day job.
weeks went by, their weekend away drawing closer and closer, offering both parties a break from their lives. soon enough, the weekend was planned to a T, suitcases packed and waiting at the door, airbnb rented and ready.
it was a three day trip: one for getting there and sightseeing, one for daytime love making and the actual concert and one for the return flight to monaco.
the flight was seamless, and getting through the airport was a breeze. daniil hired a private car, and did most of the driving himself. when they got to the rented penthouse, he scooped a blushing and giggling y/n into his arms and carried her through the doorway with a wide grin on his face.
leaving their suitcases in the living room, the couple explored the old apartment, marvelling at the french architecture.
y/n got to the bedroom first, staring dreamily out of the picture window at the view of paris, the bustling streets and the old buildings, with the eiffel tower standing high above it all in the distance.
daniil thought it was the most beautiful sight it the world: his girlfriend bathed in soft daylight, her motley crue shirt tied up at the bottom to reveal her gorgeous stomach, skinny jeans that made her ass look flawless.
everything about y/n was stunning, and he made sure to remind her of that every chance that he got.
the russian came up behind her, gently running his fingers up and down her arms, placing a gentle kiss behind her ear.
“do you like it?”
“baby, I love it. I can’t believe I’m in paris, and tomorrow night I’m seeing metallica in concert.”
she turned around slowly, pulling dany in by the collar of his shirt so that his body was caging her against the window ledge. she kissed him gently, one hand on his chest and the other coming around to playfully squeeze his ass.
“change of plans.” daniil muttered breathily against her lips “we sightsee tomorrow, but right now, we are getting naked in that bed and not leaving until I have made you cum at least three times.”
the day of the concert arrived, and the penthouse was abuzz with excitement as the couple got ready, blaring spotifys ‘this is metallica’ playlist from the surround sound speakers.
the lovers were hand in hand as they filed into the arena with the rest of the general admissions crowd, and they barely let go of each other the entire time: from their clasped hands during ‘master of puppets’ as the jumped with the crowd, broad smiles on their faces, to y/n on his shoulders, high above the crowd during ‘for whom the bell tolls’.
they were giddy with laughter and slightly tipsy as they walked up the stairs to the penthouse, exhausted from the pure adrenaline of the heavy metal concert when they collapsed on the bed, not even taking off their shoes as they curled up with each other, daniils arms wrapped tightly around y/ns torso.
the following morning, y/n slowly shifted awake when she felt the bed move, daniils arms sliding away from her body. she was half awake when he sat down next to her, draping a plush blanket over her body.
“go back to bed, meelaya. you look exhausted.” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “have fun last night?”
“it was incredible.” she smiled widely, pushing up on her elbows to give him a kiss.
“I’m just running out to get some breakfast. how do chocolate crepes sound?”
“perfect.” she said softly, kissing him again. “drive safe.”
after daniil had left, y/n fell back asleep, banking another half hour before she woke up again, wondering why her lover wasn’t back yet. she tried not to think too much about it at first, getting in the shower in an attempt to avoid calling him in a panic, dressing in her tour shirt from the night before and a simple pair of lavender panties before going to the kitchen and making a hot chocolate, a dozen panicked scenarios seeping into her mind until her phone buzzed.
will be home in ten minutes. I have good news!🫶🏻
danill came back as y/n was getting the table set, a massive grin on his face.
“you know how I was calling around to all of those nascar teams to try and get a seat for the fall?” he started, wrapping his arms around y/n from behind
“yeah, what about it? did you get a call back?” she couldn’t keep the excitement out of her voice
dany nodded “herzeberg called while I was out. I’m going to drive in nascar!”
y/n shrieked “dany that’s amazing!” she said, throwing her arms around him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’m so proud of you!”
“I couldn’t have done it without you, meelaya.”
#danill kvyat#danill kvyat x reader#formula one x reader#f1 x reader#alphatauri#yeah I still love him sue me#f1 x y/n#lovelytsunodas eclectic music taste#Spotify
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Tried out novels by four different sci-fi authors at B&N today. All of them had "and here's what you're supposed to think about Modern Political Issue" moments, and all but one of them were completely unable to recover from it. The last, however, is Gamehouse by Claire North, and it's absolutely because I just finished watching Code Geass with @apintofguinness but I can't get over how fucking good this concept is. It's stupid as hell, but the complete and absolute sincerity with which the book plays it makes it work. There is not a single hint of postironic garbage to be found here-this shit is cool and unashamed of it. The premise is dead simple-there is a place that is located wherever it feels like being where the rich, the powerful, the skilled and the lucky go to play games. Games over anything, from wealth, fame and power to more esoteric valuables, like one's knowledge of a certain topic, or their memories, or even their lifespan. If you have it, you can wager it, and wagers are always enforced. But for the higher ones, pieces of appropriate status are employed. People, companies, nations-all the world's a stage, but we are not the players. Not most of us, at least.
And while it does have a very "what the hell, author?" moment where it appears to be insulting the American right for saying that the NSA spying on Americans is bad(which it was doing, in-universe, at the direction of the villain for the purposes of capturing the hero), that honestly balances out by having such a taboo combination of plot elements in its final third(it's a combination of three connected short stories) that no man could ever get away with writing it without being denounced as sexist-the hero(of the final third, there's different heroes for each section) is a man, the villain is a woman, the hero is unambiguously right in his goals while the villain is unambiguously wrong in hers, and to top it all off they were once married long ago, before their worldview and lust for power(a craving of both, but definitely moreso of the wife) tore them apart. It's five different kinds of "problematic", and because the story cares more about being good than reinforcing the sheltered beliefs of the audience it feels as epic and grand as a conflict over the fate of the world ought to. This is a chuunibyou power fantasy in alot of the same awesome ways as Code Geass, and I highly suggest checking your local library for a copy.
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Ooh hit me with that oc universe and oc character lore!!
OH I WOULD LOVE TO
I have two oc universes, one where I know the environment and the religion, but not the characters, and the other one is the opposite. No, they cannot be combined. Different vibes, however similar they may be.
(to everyone that doesn't want to read this it's no problem just look at that nice little break there)
So my universe where I have only really figured out the characters has a bunch of characters. I have written down 25 1/2 characters. the 1/2 is because one character is pregnant, and three of the characters are chickens. there are four families, a few couples, and a few miscellaneous characters. another fairly important thing to know is i started building in a Minecraft superflat world, and the people's personalities all come from the builds. I built most stuff first, then came up with the characters. it's useful to know what their space looks like.
the first two characters I came up with are Bob Smushbottom and Nora Goodstock. Bob is a doctor for the town, and he has a dog. He's about 60. Nora is in her mid forties, and has a partner named Lisa. Nora owns an apothecary, and has almost completely gray hair, and it's probably dyed that way, but no one really knows. spoiler, it is absolutely dyed gray, and she looks good in it. The two "most important" (the ones that I would most likely write a webcomic or book about) are Benji and Maria. Maria lives on a farm just outside the town, and Benji is an apprentice for his father's butcher shop. They are 19 and 20, and it is absolutely a love story + getting out of an abusive situation.
the second OC universe is a lot. The first thing I ever came up with was a huge fantasy library. the second thing was the religion. there are seven deities, and everyone has a specific god that looks over them. to tell who looks over you, there will be a specific mark like a rune on the back of your dominant hand. it kinda looks like if your hand was blushing or if you were lightly pinched in a certain pattern.
there's lucky numbers, some magic, and quite a bit of superstition. they have a separation of church and state, and politicians are always in multiples of five. this is set on an island about half the size of Australia. their main exports are clothes and jewelry, and books. I have just now decided to switch a few names around and call the island Lykar.
librarians are extremely important in this culture because they hold the knowledge to almost everything. the library itself is in a separate dimension, which is accessible by 49 different doors on the island, usually connected to what looks like a tree root. the reason for the different dimension is because early on in their mythology, the god of balance wasn't doing their job very well and accidentally created a rip to another dimension. here is my horrible job of showing who is the head god. the gods below them don't have any particular rank except under the goddess of life. also I thought their pronouns were important as about half use they/them and this isn't a male-dominated society, this is a librarian-and-knowledge-dominated society.
I think I haven't already mentioned that clothing and hair pieces are very important in this society. so I will get into it! it's my fav part. they live in a very warm place, so they tend to wear very lightweight clothes and light colors so the fabric won't retain heat as much. braids, French braids, and fishtail braids are very common, along with headbands of some kind holding it together. something else they wear is capelets to keep the sun off their chest, shoulders, and part of their neck and arms. tunics/dresses/anything loose like those things are worn across all genders as a base. pants and a shirt are normal enough to see, but they're not the thing most people would reach for.
there is so much more I could say, but the lore of the second universe is very extensive while the characters of the first one aren't quite as extensive but there 22 characters all of whom I know what exactly has happened to them.
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Chapter 16 is just endless anecdotes about how Stella can communicate in button-perfect English.
Even though I just added these three words, I had always used them in my natural vocabulary when I talked to Stella. Stella was no stranger to these words; this was just the first time she had the chance to use them as well.
Hunger’s explanation for how Stella apparently knows words is as infuriating as ever. This is the exact kind of explanation I see on Instagram from multiple dog buttons accounts. They just assume that the dog knows the meaning of the word because it’s a word they (the human) uses often. I use a lot of words often with my dogs, they are no stranger to many words, but that doesn’t automatically prove my dogs understand the meaning of those words, or would be able to use them to communicate back.
This time, after I was vacuuming the living room for about three or four minutes, Stella ran from the bedroom over to her board. She sped right past me, barely making eye contact with me and avoiding the vacuum.
"All done all done," she said.
I turned the vacuum off.
Stella wagged her tail. Her ears went straight back against her head. "Happy," she said.
Another extremely questionable anecdote.
The patterns of language she was using were consistent and predictable. She said words at the times when they made sense. She did not say "eat" in the middle of the day or combine words that did not go together like "beach bed," "good mad," "bye bed," "water park," "walk water," and so on.
How can I trust this is true? There is no data here. There is no inclusion of examples where the meaning of the communication was unclear. I am just supposed to take all of this as fact. I am just supposed to accept it because Hunger is saying so. I am just supposed to believe that Stella is definitely using words in deliberate phrases that make contextual sense, and that she never makes combinations that would be unclear or linguistically nonsense. I’m supposed to believe this fantasy that Hunger has constructed.
If we did not understand her, she tried saying what she meant in a different way, or she repeated her message.
It's telling that we don’t get examples of what these different ways of saying something are.
I don’t know – doesn’t it say something that the leaders in the field of dog training and behaviour have largely ignored Hunger for Words? Doesn’t it say a lot when these experts with years of experience and education brush past questions about these buttons, with brief comments of operant conditioning before changing the subject? I guess conspiratorial thinking would argue that “big dog training” is trying to cover it all up, but the more realistic explanation is that the leaders in the field recognise this as scientifically unsound and prefer to ignore it. Right? Like, I hardly ever see experts talk about this. (Probably because it’s a load of bunk!)
Stella was tired, she stretched along her board, saying words slowly with significant pause time between each one. It reminded me of when I wake up in the morning and yawn and stretch as I talk.
What was it Mirk once said? Hunger read On Talking Terms with Dogs challenge.
Stella even came up with her own ways to talk about concepts she did not have a specific word for. For example, she started saying, "bye eat" to request the Kong toy we filled with peanut butter every time we go to work.
Kill me.
Honestly, I can’t give more examples. This entire chapter is just like this. It sucks.
I wanted this story to spread because of the messages it represented. Everyone deserves a voice. And dogs say and think about so much more than we ever thought they could.
I’m sorry but this is laughable. This book is not about Stella or dogs. It’s about Hunger and her ego as a speech therapist. She has not demonstrated interest in dog behaviour and dog communication. She has only demonstrated interest in teaching Stella AAC, as an example of how clever Hunger is herself.
Stella’s commitment to her own wants and needs inspired me. She did not back down from her own desires when I tried taking her where I wanted to go. This was further proof to me that Stella’s sole purpose in life was not to do what we say. She had her own mind and ideas. Everyone has the right to their own opinion and their own wants. Now that I saw firsthand that Stella had a specific vision for her playtime, and did not appreciate me trying to change it, I tried finding a balance between what Stella wanted and what Jake or I wanted and talking about it first.
Hey, guess what? I managed to do all this with my dog without a single button available to us.
Chapter 17 is like a nothing chapter where she talks about becoming famous. She does not mention any criticism or skepticism.
Chapter 18 is a clumsy attempt to bring a conclusion to this insane story.
What would have happened if Thomas Edison gave up on his experiments because someone else did not share his vision? What would have happened if the Wright Brothers allowed other people’s ideas of what was possible to stop them from trying something new? All great ideas and discoveries come not from focusing on "what is," but from imagining what "could be." After all, as Albert Einstein said, "Logic will take you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere." I choose to live in a world where visions of what “could be” are celebrated and prioritized.
Once again, the ego on this woman.
I am a firm believer that our beliefs about the world shape our own individual experiences. I challenge you to think in terms of possibilities instead of problems. Ask yourself, What if it does work? What if the results are even better than I thought? I challenge you to look at the world through the lens of untapped potential everywhere you turn. I challenge you to follow your curiosities, no matter how wild or unlikely they may seem at first. I challenge you to let go of all the excuses you can think of for why something couldn’t work and hold on to the reasons why it could. At the start of any pursuit, you have no idea what it could become.
Seriously fuck off. There is nothing scientific about this. I would love for someone to do this properly, to actually see if dogs can communicate with speech. But that’s not at all what Hunger has done. She has believed something so much that she has now accepted it as truth. And this stuff at the end about challenging people to follow curiosities and let go of excuses is a bunch of nonsense. It’s a very convenient way to slide past any criticism. Hunger is basically putting her fingers in her ears and saying, "La la la I can’t hear you, my dog can talk la la la."
Stella opened my eyes to the glaring similarities between dog and human communication skills.
No, she didn’t. You haven’t paid attention to dog communication skills at all. You’ve superimposed human communication skills onto your dog.
So that's it. I'm going to put my final thoughts in another post.
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One Hell of a Beginning
Fandom: Umbrella Academy
Summary: Viktor has to go on a grand quest to tell a man he's had a crush on since his Freshman year of college that he got pregnant after they spent one night together at a party while slightly tipsy.
Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of abortion, trans male pregnancy, and anxiety attacks
Word Count: 6,737
Ship(s): Five Hargreeves/Viktor Hargreeves
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A/N: So a couple people wanted to see the way that Five reacted to the baby from the first part of this series, so I wrote it! It's very unlikely that I'm going to write anything else in this series because I feel like it'd be the same thing as what I wrote in a couple other fics but with different things going on in the background. I hope that you guys can enjoy this! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3
Allison was going to get suspicious the longer that they had to dance around her, Viktor knew that.
Despite that knowledge and him being an overall smart person in general, he kept moving the goalpost to try and avoid completing the plan that he and Klaus had come up with. The note stared him in the face from the homescreen of his phone, constantly reminding him of what he had to do every time he opened up one of his relax-time games or tried to flick through social media between classes.
Classes were almost finished, most professors having already given their finals and graduation nearing. Viktor had finished enough of his work that he had basically nothing to do other than catch up on sleep.
He had wondered over the past couple of weeks how much harder it would have been to keep his secret from his roommate if he didn’t have the excuse of being a college student. He knew that a lot of their hallmates had the same kind of attitude as he did, so he was able to skate under the radar. Sleeping all the time could be blamed on him catching up on the sleep that he had missed while he was studying for finals. Mood swings could be passed off on the anxiety and stress that came with graduating and having to move out into the real world. The vomiting was harder to explain since Viktor made a rule of not drinking more than a single mixed drink even when in his own dorms, but even then he could just wave it off saying that his body was unhappy with their new final-induced diet. Finals were a good excuse for cravings as well since he could say that it was a good way to get his body’s daily nutrients quickly or some other poorly worded excuse.
The only problem was that Allison was smart and had been living with Viktor for four years. She was getting suspicious and he could tell by the way that she continued to try and pry into him whenever he gave her one of those excuses. He usually tried to make sure that he ate three square meals a day even if that happened to be while walking to his next class or around a book about music theory. She knew that he slept for at least five hours a night and supplemented the missed sleep with coffee during finals. She knew that he made sure to eat a balance of junk and healthy foods, something that had been drilled into him by his parents.
The last straw was going to be a combination of the appointment Klaus had just picked him up for and him going to church last Sunday. He usually only went to church when his parents were in town and they weren’t going to be showing up until graduation in two weeks. He had gone because he had felt like it was important to try and access the spirituality that his parents had always promised was there, but he had never felt. It was the same, despite the little life that he was carrying inside of him. He was considering taking Jayme up on their offer to attend the full moon rituals she was holding with her coven just to see if that would help either.
Something about learning that he was pregnant had completely changed how he had looked at the world. The decision to go through with the pregnancy and keep the baby had been another step towards that change, but not as much as the test coming back positive. A part of him deep inside must have known that would be the answer he was going to give when he got the result before even he did. It felt more final than any other decision in his life had. He knew that he would have been able to back out of college if he needed to, or move out of the dorm that he shared with a stranger at the time. There was always something to fall back on or a way to get out of that decision, but not with this one.
Viktor was standing in front of the door to his own apartment, frozen with fear. He knew that what he was going to do next didn’t even involve having to talk about his little secret. The only thing that he had to do was ask for something, he didn’t have to explain it if he didn’t want to. Even after prompting.
Those were Klaus’ words, Viktor would never be brave enough to refuse to give information to Allison when she looked at him with that unsure expression. He always wanted to reassure her that he was okay and validate every decision that he made that she didn’t approve of. She had that kind of motherly tendency about her despite her penchent of making bad decisions herself. The voice mails from her ex-boyfriend from Freshman year were proof enough of that.
“You can do this,” he muttered to himself as he grasped the handle to the door and then walked in.
Allison was sitting on the couch with Raymond, he current boyfriend and an English major. They had a couple of books on the coffee table that they were purposefully ignoring despite the fact that Viktor knew their finals weren’t quite over yet.
“Hey, you’re home,” Allison smiled as she turned to look back at her roommate.
“That I am,” he replied as he closed the door behind him. He was trying to look casual as he shed his jacket and then dumped it on the little counter that they had in their makeshift kitchen. Their dorm was better than a lot of the other ones offered by the university, but it was still shit. He was glad he was going to be graduating and moving into a new apartment before the baby came.
Even just thinking about the fact that in a few months time he was going to have a whole child relying on him for their every need sent a shiver of anxiety up his spine. He always wished that he had kept the jacket on while traversing through his apartment after he remembered that the only remaining physical proof of his pregnancy was tucked into the pocket.
He tried to play it cool as he walked into the living room so that he was standing next to the couch. He awkwardly folded his arms over his chest and stomach, which hadn’t begun to change in a noticeable way but Viktor was still very nervous about. He cleared his throat and then shifted from foot to foot as he asked, “Do you think that you could give me Luther’s number?”
Allison had been half ignoring him the entire time that he was back in their apartment, obviously hoping that he would go to his room or pick up whatever he needed to spend time with Klaus. He was usually out of their dorm when she had her boyfriend over after the time that he had heard them being intimate through the paper thin wall that separated their rooms from each other. When she heard him ask that, her brows immediately flew into her hairline and she turned to look at him, “What?”
“Y-you still have it, right? I know that it would be totally in your right to delete it since what you guys had didn’t even really last that long and was totally weird but I know that you still talk sometimes so I was hoping that you would still have it and would feel comfortable giving it to me,” he rambled. The words were tumbling out of his mouth until they were basically overlapping and on top of each other.
She held up her hand to silence him before he could continue his ramble. While he had been talking she was untangling her legs from Ray’s so that she could stand up and face him properly. “Viktor, I don’t mean what number, I meant why did you want it? You and Luther had about one conversation and it went poorly because he’s a huge himbo. Why do you want his number?”
“I need it,” he said, which was entirely unhelpful. Viktor tried to wrack his mind for excuses that he could give her about why he wanted the number.
It had apparently been too long since her initial ask as she then said, “I know, but why?”
“I’m trying to get some information from him that I really need,” his eyes flickered over to Allison. He knew that if he told her then Ray would hear again quickly, but for some reason his brain was more okay with him hearing through his girlfriend than through his own mouth. Usually it would be the other way around since he had been the subject of several nasty gossip trains when they were in college, so he preferred that people just not talk about him as a whole. However, having to tell everyone that he was one of those people that got pregnant on a one night stand in college wasn’t really something he wanted to have to keep admitting.
“Why don’t I step out for a moment and give you two a second to talk? You can let me know when it’s okay to come back,” Ray said as he got up from the couch. He held Allison’s waist to bring her closer so that he could kiss her cheek.
“Thank you, baby,” she murmured as she brushed her hand over the side of his face.
Viktor’s heart ached as he wished that he could have that kind of relationship with Five. If he had just had the guts to go up and talk to him then he wouldn’t have ended up pregnant at twenty-two with no one to help him raise the kid other than his childhood best friend. Had things gone well, there was the slightest chance that he would have ended up pregnant at twenty-two with the man of his dreams at his side and a pleasant future smiling at them both. Then he wouldn’t have to spend the rest of his life explaining that his child wasn’t an accident, but a surprise that happened earlier in their life than they had intended.
He had spent a lot of time over the past couple of weeks daydreaming instead of continuing on with the plan that he and Klaus had made.
Once the door clicked shut and signified that they were really as alone as they could in the dorm block, Viktor took a deep breath to steady his nerves. His nausea had been playing up since his best friend had sat down next to him in the canteen to let him know that he had to get started on the plan or it was never going to happen. “I’m pregnant, Allison.”
“With Luther’s kid?” she gasped, her eyes widening big enough that they were basically consuming her entire face.
“What? NO!” he shouted immediately. She had been right about him and Luther only having one real interaction with each other. It had been when they were Freshman and Allison was still playing the will-they-won’t-they game with him like she had done with a string of men during that year. They had gotten hostile with each other, which had been the deciding factor for the relationship that it wasn’t going to be happening. Since then they had both changed and settled out so they could chat when they were in a group together in one of their shared classes and didn’t have to glare at each other in the hallways.
Given that their relationship had started off in such a bad place, it only made sense that Allison would be so flabbergasted at the idea of them putting aside their grudge to the point where they could sleep together and Viktor could conceive.
He let out a sigh as he began to pull at the ends of his fingers. “The baby is Five’s, his twin brothers. Five is really fucking antisocial so the only way that I can reach out to him is through his brother because the only person that would have his number doesn’t text people,” he groused.
This hadn’t been his original plan, to go through two different people so that he could get the number he needed. However, when he had asked Lila about it she had just laughed and showed off the conversation that she had through Instagram. Viktor had later learned, while complaining about how much she sucked, through Diego that was the only way she talked with anyone. Apparently her adoptive mother was the only person that had her number so that she could handle the notifications differently and avoid accidentally reading a message she wasn’t prepared to reply to.
Viktor felt a little bit guilty as he remmebered that Diego still wasn’t in the loop. The two of them had been closer than he was with Allison because their interests aligned more and they actually spent quality time together. Viktor considered himself to be friends with Allison, of course, but he and Diego had reached the same level that he had with Klaus. To an extent, he supposed, seeing as Klaus knew about the baby while Diego didn’t.
A couple of months ago, he thought that the most complicated part of his life was going to be the transition from college to his first job.
Allison had apparently come to her senses. She toyed with the end of one of her braids as she asked, “Is that why you’ve been acting so weird?”
“Huh?” he asked, intelligently, since he had been so trapped in his own mind that he had lost their place in the conversation.
“The baby. Is that why you and Klaus have been acting so weird?” she reiterated.
Another wave of guilt. “Yeah, I’m sorry. Originally we didn’t want to tell anyone because I wanted Five to be the first person to know other than Klaus. Klaus was there with me when I took the test which is the only reason that he knows. I was going to tell you eventually…”
“Are you keeping it?” she asked next, her eyes flickering around their tiny dorm room apartment.
“I’m not due until well after we graduate, it’s not like I’ve been keeping this from you for months and months. I found out six weeks ago and I’m barely even at the tale end of my first trimester,” he explained. “I just… I’ve been putting this off for as long as I can and now I can’t anymore. We’re graduating in two weeks and I just got my first ultrasound done so I really need to tell Five so that I can give him the chance to be involved in his kid’s life.”
“Do you think he’s going to want to be?” Allison asked. She grabbed her phone from where it had been resting on top of all the books she wasn’t using to study.
Viktor dropped his head down into one of his hands. His feet were already beginning to ache despite how early he was into his pregnancy. He wanted to pass out and ignore his problems until a much, much later date but if he did that then he would have to answer to his best friend. “I have no idea. I’ve had a crush on him since we were freshman and while he’s absolutely gorgeous and very intelligent, he keeps his personal life so guarded that I didn’t even know Luther was his twin until four months ago.”
She laughed and then handed him her phone, open to the contact that he needed. He pulled out his own phone and then copied the information he needed before he handed it back to her. “Thank you for helping me with this, Allison.”
“Of course. What kind of asshole would I be if I stopped you from getting into contact with your baby daddy?” she laughed as she dropped her phone back down onto the table.
Viktor cringed, “Don’t ever say that to me again.”
Another laugh as she pulled him into a hug. It felt nice to be in the comforting embrace of another one of his friends, confirmed that they didn’t hate him for the slip up in judgment that he had that resulted in a life changing consequence.
Allison kissed the top of his head and then said, “But I am going to be the type of asshole to kick you out of your own apartment. I want my boyfriend back here, so you have to scoot.”
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Klaus’ dorm was very different from Viktor’s. Instead of being what was essentially a mini-apartment that his mother had helped him pay for, it was a standard cinderblock room. Klaus had managed to drive away every single roommate that he had ever had to the point where the administrators had given up trying to room him with anyone. That meant that he had pushed both of the single beds together and stretched a custom-altered queen-sized sheet over the mattresses to give himself a larger bed. His walls were cluttered with posters and overdue assignments, the ceiling stained from when he had been chain smoking cigarettes when they were sophomores (his mother had gotten so upset at him for it that he had quit almost immediately after she found out). His floor was littered with washed and unwashed laundry, more assignments, and enough baggies of weed to kill a large badger.
The weed was remaining unsmoked this time, though they had shared a joint or two every other time that they had been in his dorm. There wasn’t a lot of research about what marijuana would do to an unborn fetus since it had been criminalized for so long, but Viktor knew that smoking was bad so he assumed that he should just avoid the whole fiasco altogether.
He was spread out on top of Klaus’ bed after shoving the laundry that took up a fourth of it onto the ground. He was sitting with his legs crossed and his back propped up against the pillows with one hand pressed to where his child was steadily growing. He had his phone in the other hand, typing awkwardly with only one thumb.
“This entire thing feels so weird,” he muttered.
“That’s like the thousandth time you’ve said that since it all began. We get it, being pregnant is like totally bonkers,” Klaus teased.
He stopped when Viktor sent him a look, obviously not in the mood for that kind of thing. “Klaus, you know that this is really stressing me out. What if Luther and Five turn out to be total assholes? I know that his relationship with that theoretical physicist undergrad has changed Luther or whatever but we’ve ended up snarling at each other every time that we’ve had a long conversation other than once. Now I’m asking him for his brother’s number because I’m carrying his nibling! That’s fucking insane.”
“You’re right, it is weird. But Luther isn’t an asshole anymore. Sloane really made him change who he was and realize that the world didn’t revolve around him. Five is just weird in general,” Klaus shrugged. “Here, read me what you’ve got so far.”
“I just said: ‘Hey, this is Viktor from Mythology and History. I know we’re not super close but I need a favor and you’re the only person left that I can ask’. Which, I know, is super cryptic and not really the best way to start the conversation but I already sent it,” he grumbled.
“If you already sent it and it’s a text then there’s nothing you can do about it. You’ve just gotta learn to roll with the flow, Vik! Everything is gonna turn out okay in the end, you know that. We’re gonna raise this baby together as the best village a kid could ever ask for regardless of whether or not Five wants to be involved in their life,” he soothed. He had given Viktor that speech throughout the entire process of his pregnancy so far. Every step of their plan had felt like scaling an entire mountain in one go, overwhelming and nearly impossible.
Viktor was glad that he had Klaus by his side because if he hadn’t, he probably wouldn’t have even gotten as far as he had. “I know, thanks,” he grasped his best friend’s hand and gave it a light squeeze. Klaus was laying with his back pressed to the edge of the bedframe and his head tilted backwards so that he could look at Viktor while they were talking. When they weren’t, he was facing forward and doing a rather crude sketch of their teacher for a last-minute assignment he had neglected.
The pregnant musician jumped when his phone sounded to let him know that he had gotten another text. He relayed it to Klaus as he read it, “‘Hey Viktor, Allison let me know that you got my number from her earlier. What did you need?’ Klaus, what do I even say to that? Do I explain why I need his brother’s number or do I just ask for it?”
“Just ask for it. I never give an explanation even after I’ve been prompted to do so,” he smirked.
That got a little laugh out of him, which drained some of the tension from the surrounding room. He sent off the message requesting the other man’s number. Luther sent him a question mark and then the number before asking him what it was about. Viktor tried to assuage any worry or confusion he had by promising that he would explain it later.
He set up the contact for Five with shaking hands before he sent a message eerily similar to the one that he had just sent the other twin. “Here, this is what I have so far: ‘Hey, my name is Viktor. We met at a party a couple of months ago and I need to talk to you about something very important. Do you have a time/place we could meet up?’”
“From a logical stand point that is a very good message, however, I think that it would be a lot funnier if you said that you had something of his,” Klaus grinned.
“The baby is not a possession to be owned,” Viktor bit out immediately afterwards. His own father had tried that when attempting to get custody of Viktor when he was younger, which of course had not passed in the American court of law.
He sent off the message and then collapsed down onto the bed as he waited for a reply. He got one pretty quickly afterwards, simply giving him a dorm block number and a time. “I guess I’m going to be revealing the fact that I’m carrying my long-term crushes baby to him in a week.”
Klaus flipped around and then snatched the phone back from him to look it over. “Man, he didn’t even say hi back. Do you want me to come with you or are you gonna be good?”
“I think that I should be okay to do the whole meeting with just the two of us. Having you there might be awkward. Will you walk me there?” Viktor asked hopefully.
“Of course,” Klaus easily promised.
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A week before graduation and a week into his second trimester with a pregnancy he had never expected to carry, Viktor and Klaus were wandering down the complicated sidewalks of their college campus to try and find a specific address. The GPS that they were using was very upset that they weren’t on the road, despite the fact that they were not in a car and had to be on the sidewalk. They had been going in relative silence as Viktor rehearsed things that he could say to Five once the time actually came over and over again in his head.
They were finally told that they had arrived at their destination in front of a tall dorm block next to a frat house. It was one of the cleaner frat houses on campus, without the trash littering the yard and generally pleasant looking people milling about in the front. The dorm block itself was nearly twenty stories and painted the same gentle purple as the schools’ overall color scheme. It was well kept on the outside and completely devoid of people coming in and out of it. That wasn’t as rare as it would have been earlier in the year since everyone was so close to graduating that they either wanted to catch up on sleep, had to study, or didn’t even want to be on campus more than they absolutely had to.
Viktor paused and looked to the top floor as if that would somehow help him feel more steady with what he was going to have to do. He had barely slept the night before because he had been so anxious about what the next day would entail.
He snapped out of his thoughts again when Klaus placed a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, “You sure that you’re going to be okay? You know, doing this alone?”
“I don’t think that it’s going to have the same punch if I have someone there while I explain that he knocked me up,” he muttered. He ran a hand through his bangs to try and right them. When he had gotten up earlier that morning they had refused to lay flat, the dark chocolate locks already growing thicker and wilder than they ever had before in his life. His nails had also begun to grow quicker and gotten thicker, which was apparently a symptom of pregnancy no one online bothered to talk about.
Klaus didn’t seem so convinced. He wrapped Viktor up in a hug and while kissing the top of his head said, “If anything gets weird or bad you tell me right away and I’ll force Ben to come and check on you with me.”
Viktor laughed, his troubles melting away in the safety of his best friend’s arms. “You know that I will. You’re going to be the first person after Five to know how it all went down. And if it goes bad you better be prepared to pick up the pieces because I can only manage one person at a time and right now that means baby is my responsibility.”
“I know,” he chuckled as he pressed another kiss to the top of his head. “Now go. Actually tell him or there will be Hell to pay from me!”
The smaller man laughed and waved him off as he began towards the dorm block. He walked through the front door and then to the elevator at the back of the long hallway. There was a bulletin board inside that had a myriad of different declarations, such as when the graduation party was going to be, that someone was offering guitar lessons, when quiet hours were (that one had been scribbled over with a myriad of different colors to give each person their own quiet hours), a petition to make the dorm animal-friendly, and half of an essay that had a large boot print in the middle.
The elevator ride up to the floor that he had been given was slow and wobbly, since nothing in any of the dorm blocks was ever great. The one where Five lived was a little bit cleaner and tidier in the halls than the one where Viktor lived with Allison and leagues better than Klaus’.
The anxiety that he had been fighting with since early in the evening the day before had returned with a vengeance. It was sitting like a massive pit in his stomach, eating away at his insides until all he could feel was nausea. His hands were shaky as he stepped out of the elevator, forced to release the metal bar that had been there to help people stabilize during the jerky movements. His stomach clenched around the single mini-muffin that he had been able to shove into himself for breakfast. His lungs choked on the air that he was breathing and helped spread the anxiety around his body.
He was able to force himself forward so that he was slowly stalking down the hall. He didn’t know if the queasiness roiling in the back of his throat was because of the pregnancy or his anxiety, but he was ignoring it as best he could to focus instead on his mission.
He stopped in front of the door number that he had been given and rose his hand to knock. After he did, he closed his eyes and breathed a few times to calm himself down. The silence stretched on for thirty seconds before the door finally opened, and towards the end of his wait Viktor had begun to suspect that he had been tricked and that wasn’t actually Five’s dorm.
The door opened and Luther was standing in front of him, all at once. That had confirmed that he was at least at a place that could bring him to the man he really needed to talk to. He didn’t want to have to ask Luther for that kind of help again since it would almost definitely involve him explaining the pregnancy to another person before he did it to Five, but that didn’t seem to be the case.
“Uh, sorry, he’s inside. I’ll just step out and give the two of you some privacy,” he said awkwardly. He shuffled past Viktor and out into the hallway. It was odd to have someone with Luther’s bulk and height act like he was the ticking time bomb when Viktor struggled to push five feet tall and had always been awkwardly gangly.
“Thanks,” he gave an uncomfortable smile of his own. Once Luther had gotten fully out of the way, he inched past the slightly-closed door and into the dorm.
The apartment was just as nice on the inside as the block had been on the outside. There was a dining space and a small kitchen that actually had some counter space and a one-burner stovetop. The floor was hardwood, or at least a lookalike, and the walls were painted white with several classy paintings hung tastefully around the space. There were three doors on the wall opposite the kitchen space, one of which was open to reveal a neat little bathroom with chipper white tile along the walls and the floor. The other two doors were shut, though one of them opened to reveal the man that Viktor had spent the last week trying to chase down.
The violinist shut the door behind him so that they had some semblance of privacy while surrounded by strangers that probably had nothing better to do than listen in on their conversation, despite the hallways of the dorm block being mostly empty when Viktor was traveling through them.
“Hey,” he said awkwardly as he walked further into the apartment. He had his hands out in front of himself and was running the edge of his thumb nail over the callouses on the tips of his fingers to try and avoid the impulse to pull out the ultrasound in his pocket to play with that instead.
“Hello,” Five greeted rather tersely. He shut the door to his bedroom behind him and then walked over to the dining table in the center of the room. It was there where couches and chairs, or even bean bags and pillows on the ground, should have been. Viktor guessed that it was more conducive to the kind of studying that a future mathematician was going to have to do.
“I know that this is, uh, awkward and you probably don’t even remember who I am, but,” he paused for a second as he tried to find the right words. In his mind it sounded like was lying because he couldn’t even get through a single sentence without tripping over himself like some kind of child.
What was said next surprised him, to the point where his entire mind lost what he was trying to figure out how to say entirely. “I know who you are,” Five smiled. It looked a little awkward on his face, like he was somehow inherently more suited to scowling, but he was so handsome that Viktor almost swooned on the spot.
“You do?” he felt his face beginning to flush.
“Of course I do,” he nodded. “But I shouldn’t have interrupted you, go on.”
They were sitting down at the dining table at that point, across from each other like what was happening was some sort of strange business transaction instead of the most life-changing news Viktor was ever going to have to tell someone. It felt like a bigger deal than when he had told his mother he was trans.
“So, we met up at a party a while ago. Um, I don’t usually go to parties so I don’t have anything to define it by but we… slept together,” Viktor explained awkwardly. He reached into the pocket of his jacket and then pulled out the ultrasound as he set it down on the table, “I’m pregnant.”
Five was silent as he reached over and picked up the singular piece of paper. He held it to his face, his brow furrowing together and his already surly eyes becoming even more intense as he scrutinized the mess of black and white blobs for something Viktor couldn’t even name.
“I see,” he replied as he sat the photo back down on the table at the half way point between them. All of the joy that he had carried upon seeing Viktor was gone, hidden behind emotions that the violinist couldn’t even dream of reading.
He took the ultrasound back and then began on a nervous spiel that had been trying to force its way out of his mouth the entire time that he was watching Five study their unborn child. “I don’t expect you to be involved at all. I wanted to let you know because you deserve to have a say if you want one, but technically part of that say is deciding that you don’t. I’m not going to get an abortion since this is my body and I get to decide what medical procedures I do and do not want done. But I also thought that you deserved to know that you had a kid running around somewhere in the world even if you don’t want anything to do with us. Which I’m not saying that you will want, because I wouldn’t really want that if I had the kind of career ideas that people say you do. Um, I guess what I’m trying to say is that I wanted you to know that our genetics are going to be running around as a kid but I’m not expecting even child support, so, uh, yeah.”
After he finished speaking, Five sat there for a moment while blinking. His face was still a unreadable mask and his eyes were still storming with thoughts. Viktor wondered, just for a moment, if that was what he always looked like when he was thinking or if it was unique to their situation because of the bomb that Viktor had just dropped on him.
“And you’re sure that the baby is mine?” Five asked, something akin to hope glimmering in the back of his tone.
“I don’t get out that much,” Viktor nodded. “The party thing was a fluke and I made a bunch of decisions I probably should have been more cautious about. So not only does the timing add up, it’s kind of impossible to get pregnant from a guy you slept with six months ago.”
“Right,” Five nodded. He sat back in his chair and then ran his hand through his hair, displacing the locks so that they hung messily down around his forehead.
He shook his head and then looked back up at Viktor, his eyes cleared but his face still contorted with stress. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to insinuate anything about you. I just didn’t realize that this was a thing that could happen to me.”
“I didn’t think that it was something that could happen to me either, I’m usually really careful. But it did,” he shrugged awkwardly.
“I’m not upset about this, by the way. I don’t blame you and I don’t think you’re trying to trap me. I’m willing to help you in any way that you see fit,” Five said. “I can pay you child support, co-parent, have limited custody. Whatever works best for you.”
Viktor fidgeted as he tried to get the words out in a coherent way, despite the jumble of thoughts rushing through his mind. He was still in love with Five the same way that he had been when he was a dumb teenager spotting him across the hall during their orientation. His heart still fluttered at the thought of being near him again and his stomach still flipped at the proximity from even across the table. He was having a baby with someone that he was head over heels in love with, the kind of love that made his heart ache in his chest and his skin feel red hot, but not in the way that he had hoped.
“I want you to be involved in their life, like actually involved. My dad was really absent and it fucked me up. So if you’re going to do this then you really need to do this. You can’t decide that you don’t want to halfway through and then give them abandonment issues,” Viktor said seriously. It was hard to toss away the puppy dog feelings bubbling up in his chest but he had to worry about his child over his own feelings and emotions.
Five barked out a laugh and then looked embarrassed. “I apologize, I wasn’t laughing at you. Child abandonment isn’t something that my mothers would ever allow me to do. Even if I didn’t want to be a parent, which I do, there would be a chance that they would force me into some level of it anyway. Just to make sure that you and the baby would be supported, of course. They respect my bodily autonomy and choices with my life.”
“Okay,” Viktor nodded, feeling suddenly very overwhelmed with the whole ordeal. “So we can talk more about what we want co-parenting to look like in the future, we’ve got another two trimesters to get to before we’re there. And I need a nap.”
“Would you like me to walk you back to your dorm?”
“No, thank you,” he flushed. The idea of being led back to his home was something that he had dreamed about on that fateful night of conception, but this would be a lot different than that. For one, it was the middle of the day. He was also already pregnant with Five’s child and the two of them probably weren’t going to be having any chemistry because of that. “My best friend is waiting outside because he didn’t trust me to not just turn and run. I’ll let you know when the next appointment is if you’d like to join me for that, though.”
“I would love to. And I would also like to request a copy of the ultrasound if at all possible,” Five smiled warmly. It made Viktor’s insides feel gooey and like he was going to melt on the spot.
“I can do that,” Viktor nodded confidently. “I’ll see you later, then.”
“Right, yeah,” he sprang up from the table while nodding. He walked over to the door and then opened it for Viktor, which resulted in them having another awkward set of goodbyes at the front of the dormroom where neither of them were sure what level of a relationship they were on with each other.
Finally, Viktor was back down on the ground floor and texted Klaus to come and get him so they could walk home. He refused to give any details other than the fact that it went well, but forced his best friend to cuddle with him while he napped off the stresses of the day and night before.
#fanfiction#fanfic#writing#ao3#archive of our own#tua#the umbrella academy#fiktor#five x viktor#viktor x five#viktor hargreeves#five hargreeves#luther hargreeves#klaus hargreeves#raymond chestnut#allison hargreeves#three to start series#one hell of a beginning fic
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[ joseph quinn, trans man, he/him ] — whoa! DANIEL WILLIAMS just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for TEN YEARS, working as a BARISTA. that can’t be easy, especially at only 29. some people say they can be a little bit NAIVE and OUTSPOKEN, but i know them to be PASSIONATE and TRUSTING. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to STATEN ISLAND!
𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓼
FULL NAME: daniel austin williams
NICKNAME(S): dan, danny
AGE: 29
DATE OF BIRTH: july 18th
CURRENT LOCATION: staten island, ny
GENDER: transman
PRONOUNS: he/him
ORIENTATION: homosexual
OCCUPATION: barista
SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): english
𝓹𝓱𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝓮𝓽𝓬
FACECLAIM: joseph quinn
HAIR COLOUR AND STYLE: chestnut brown, wavy; usually short. the longest he allows it to get is just above his shoulders.
EYESIGHT: moderate; wears contacts to correct some minor nearsightedness and uses blue light glasses when working in front of a screen for extended periods of time
HEIGHT: 5'10"
BODY AND BUILD: tall; slim
TATTOOS: n/a
PIERCINGS: n/a
SIGNATURE SCENT: sandalwood, pine
𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓱
MENTAL DISORDER(S): adhd (diagnosed during his early teens; controlled with medication)
SLEEPING HABITS: averages about 6 hours per night
EATING HABITS: fairly healthy; strives to maintain a balanced and clean diet, though he does enjoy indulging in red meat
ADDICTIONS: n/a
DRUG USE: light to moderate; smokes during social occasions
ALCOHOL USE: moderate; drinks during social occasions and likes to enjoy an alcoholic beverage with his dinner every now and then
𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
MBTI: infp
POSITIVE TRAITS: loyal, kind, humorous, empathetic, passionate, trusting
NEUTRAL TRAITS:anxious, introverted, self conscious
NEGATIVE TRAITS: procrastinator, gullible, impatient, impulsive, naive, outspoken
HABITS: knuckle cracking; playing with fidget toys
𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓼, 𝓮𝓽𝓬
MOTHER: natalie williams
FATHER: andy williams
SIBLINGS:amy williams ( older sister )
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Daniel Austin Williams entered the world on the 18th July, born to middle class parents. The second born to the pair, and their final child. Born hard of hearing in his right ear, life started out pretty rough for Danny. As soon as he was born, it didn’t take long for his mother to abandon the family dynamic. A white paper note left on the counter for his father to find. A family of four, quickly dwindled down to a family of three.
A single income for two growing girls meant that responsibilities of child care fell onto Lily, Danny's ten year old sister. While their father picked up extra shifts to cover any expenditure that the family would come across. Resulting in an unbreakable bond between the two siblings.
Finding a passion proved difficult. Danny found that he was pretty average in his classes but never found anything that sparked his passion. Until, when he was fourteen upon taking his GCSE’s he read Of Mice and Men. The book ignited his love for reading, which he'd been doing ever since. Picking up cheap books in charity stores, reading them cover to cover. It inspired him to eventually get a degree in classical literature, combining his passion and love for reading with a newfound love for school.
It was while he was studying for her degree, that he met and fell in love with Luke. A whirlwind romance that made him feel seen for the first time in a really long time. Before he knew it, he was engaged. Impatiently waiting for his degree to be completed so that he could start building her perfect life.
Before he knew it, it was graduation. The final step in his education journey. Everything he had worked so hard for. A joyous celebration for all involved. Drinks were flowing and it seemed like everything was on the up. Until it wasn’t. A drunken night out turned into Danny stumbling into the men's bathroom contemplating his decisions. Things were going way too fast for him to properly sit and process all that was going on.
With a heavy heart, he called off the engagement. A new degree and newly single, Danny wanted a new start. Wanting something new, he decided to start an adventure. Starting off in Staten Island, NY. He found a job as a barista. Never looking back, enjoying the culture and locals alike. He felt as if he'd finally found a place to call home. He hopes one day, that he'll be able to find a position as a teacher.
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Noble Beauté and Speigel family
Theodore Beauté
Claire's father who is a botanist with little interest in matters other than his work. He doesn't present in Claire's life, even before the latter broke ties with his family. They were not close, and he does not attend his family's funeral nor gathering events.
He and Alice (Claire's mother) were filed for divorce shortly after Claire's birth, that Alice claims that he only liked her because he saw her like a "honeysuckle" and quickly grew bored of her and focused again on his true love, flowers.
Justin Sapphire
Claire's "older brother".
It happened when Justin was walking along the path at the park during the night time. He got off work early that day, and it was midnight. He heard the voices of drunkards from the neighboring sidewalk across the road, and it sounded like a quarrel.
There were three to four men harassing Claire. That was when he threatened to call the police and shouted at them. When the men scattered, he inquired Claire if the latter was okay. He marveled at Claire's lovable face, and likened the meeting to "fate".
Afterwards, he introduced her to his tutor and begged to keep her until Claire was accepted to stay.
Over time, he and Claire suddenly be together very well like siblings but often mistaken as a romantic couple by others because of their relationship is very close as they are able to say how much they like each other.
Justin is quite clever even as he's not very introspective in something he have dealing with. Additionally, he gets very good grades in school and picks up languages quickly under Claire's tutelage.
He is very friendly and extroverted. He gets lonely easily and has many friends, although not many close ones. He gets very upset when he cannot communicate himself and who he is with others.
However, Justin was severely traumatized by his biological father's abusive and stalking behavior and underwent anger management therapy to manage the impact it had on his mental health. Additionally, after reading as a child many statistical books about male domestic violence survivors becoming abusers themselves, he feared entering an intimate romantic relationship and had to overcome that fear.
Despite his anger management, he practiced martial arts from an early age, thanks to his mother signing up to find an outlet for his problems. When he started college, he dropped his training sessions to focus on his studies, but he kept fit by exercising before bed. As such, he has excellent self-defense skills and is never afraid to use force when the situation calls for it.
Justin is an only child with a mother and stepfather. He used to live in his grandmother's apartment. After his grandmother passed away, he lived with his parents until he went to college and lived alone in an apartment and went out to work to earn money.
He prefers to wear casual clothes and rarely likes to wear a suit, but if Queendom of Quartz has an important event.
He would sometimes give Claire a pudding that she wanted or didn't want to eat. And if she got angry, he would give her a candy or a pudding too.
Justin is a big fan of opera and has been listening to opera radio while reading.
Ortensia Spiegel
Justin and Claire's mineralogy tutor as well as the owner of her jewel shop.
Claire thinks of her like a second mother due to her motherly act.
As Claire's tutor, Ortensia is rather strict, but also kind and nurturing. She never showed anger at anyone, that's why she was always calm.
Still, Ortensia has a sense of humor and often cracks jokes when chatting in front of people.
Like Claire, she loves to read, especially Les Misérables. After reading it, she knows all the characters and their values. It's how she keeps telling Claire everything she knows when they're reading books together.
Ortensia runs a jewelry store and cafe combination called Jewel Garden before she moved here from the City of Flowers where she lived for many years.
It was formerly a coffee shop owned by her best friend. The former owner met Ortensia when she was doing business in Land of Pyroxene and eventually she closed the coffee shop in December. Ortensia moved to Queendom of Quartz in spring and opened Jewel Garden to serve as a base camp after hiring Justin and Claire as disciples and part-timers.
#twst#twisted wonderland#regal fairytale academy#rfa#twst oc#twisted wonderland oc#voguefleur#claire beauté spiegel
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𝕯𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖍'𝖘 𝕿𝖆𝖘𝖐𝖘
GENERAL
FULL NAME: Delilah Ophelia McLaine
AGE/DOB: 29 Years Old / May 11th, 1994
HEIGHT: 5'5"
WEIGHT: 118 Ibs
ETHNICITY: Caucasian
GENDER: Female
HAIR: Brunette
EYES: Chocolate Brown / Silver White
SCARS: Scar on the Nose (From a Boomerang Accident as a Child)
TATTOOS: Outer Thigh Tattoo (A Red Heart With A Semicolon in The Center), Shoulder Tattoo (Birds Flying Across her Left Shoulder)
PIERCINGS: Ear Piercings (Normally Wears Studs), Nose Piercing (Often Wears Studs)
LANGUAGES: English, (Intending To Learn More)
EDUCATION: Four Year Bachelor Degree, Four Years of Medical School, Medical Degree, Surgical Degree, Three Out of Five Years of Surgical Residency Program
OCCUPATION: Doctor, Third-Year Transferring Surgical Resident at Covaire City Hospital (Hopes to Be a Pediatric or Trauma Surgeon)
SEXUAL IDENTIFICATION: Pansexual
ROMANTIC IDENTIFICATION: Panromantic, Polyamorous (Maybe)
TEMPERAMENT: S-I Phlegmatic-Sanguine: The Harmonizer - The combination is driven by two temperament needs. The primary temperament need is to be accommodating. The secondary need is to be accepted socially. Either need may dominate their behavior depending on the requirements of the situation. They prefer a mostly private, routine existence, and involvement with family and a few friends. They stubbornly resist change—especially sudden change. They are loyal, consistent, and dependable. They are naturally service minded and will often work when they are ill. They are very independent-minded and want to operate by themselves and set their own pace. They learn by doing (hands-on). The Phlegmatic-Sanguine can do routine work but will need some change during the day. They have a very difficult time saying no and will often take on more than they can do just to please others. They are easy to like, and they have a very pleasant, soft voice. They are friendlier after warming up.
MYERS BRIGGS TYPE: ENFP: The Campaigner - Campaigners are free spirits, Open minded, and heart as well as outgoing, often standing out in a crowd thanks to their lively, upbeat approach to life. But, even though they light up a room, they do not just care about having a good time. They yearned for meaningful, emotional connections with other people.
MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good (81%) - You are more of a modern kind of good. You are willing to break or use the law to defeat those you see as evil, and, though you prefer the truth, you are willing to lie to get those who are evil imprisoned or exposed. If you are working for an evil villain, you most likely are using him as a way to stop a greater evil.
SPECIFICS
FAVORITE FOODS: Chocolate, Mashed Potatoes With Gravy, Steak Cooked Rare, Watermelon
FAVORITE DRINKS: Old Fashioned, Orange Faygo, Rum
FAVORITE BRANDS: Hospital-Issued Scrubs and Coats, Thrifted Clothing (Doesn’t Look at Brands Often)
FAVORITE PLACES: Anywhere She Can See the Stars, Heights Such as Ferris Wheels, The Woods
FAVORITE HOBBIES: Dancing, Hiking, Painting, Researching Risky Surgeries, Singing, Studying Surgeries, Writing
FAVORITE ARTIST: Vincent Van Gogh
FAVORITE MUSICIANS: Coldplay, Dolly Parton, Eminem, Green Day, Guns N' Roses, Kelly Clarkson, Linkin' Park, Nine Inch Nails, Thirty Seconds to Mars, Etc.
FAVORITE TV SHOWS: Anything With Crime or Horror, Game of Thrones, Hospital Shows
FAVORITE MOVIES: Moulin Rouge (2001), Hocus Pocus, The Last Unicorn, Titanic
FAVORITE BOOK: Medical Books, Medical Journals, Medical Studies, The Great Gatsby
FAVORITE SCENTS: Chocolate, Coffee, Fire, Forest Like Smells, Smell of Rain, Smoke, Sugar, Vanilla
FAVORITE COLOUR: Red
FAVORITE TEXTURES: Silk, Wool, Cold Steel
FAVORITE PERSON: None Yet
RANDOM
LIST FIVE THINGS THEY LIKE: Masturbating, Saving Lives, Singing, The Idea of Sex, Writing
LIST FIVE THINGS THEY DISLIKE: Being Put Down, Being Treated Like a Child, Dishonesty, Violence Against Children, Yelling
PET PEEVE: Being Interrupted
PERSONALITY TYPES THEY PREFER: Dependable, Honesty, Kind-Hearted, Mature, Open-Minded
PERSONALITY TYPES THEY AVOID: Close-Minded, Dishonesty, Disloyalty, Idiotic, Immature
ACHILLES HEEL: Children in Need (She's a Pediatric Trauma Surgeon)
LIST THREE THINGS THEY LIKE ABOUT THEMSELVES: Independence, Kind Heart, Outgoing Behavior
LIST THREE THINGS THEY DISLIKE ABOUT THEMSELVES: Fear, Herself, Her Temper
FASHION STYLE: Mostly Modest/Casual With a Bit of Cleavage Showing, But She Will Dress to Impress for an Event or Date
LIST TWO SEX POSITIONS THEY PREFER: (Hasn't Had Sex Yet, But She Wants to Try) Doggy Style, Cowgirl
LIST TWO SEX POSITIONS THEY AVOID: None Yet
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For the ask game, orchid and chamomile?
Hi! I was hoping someone would say orchid, purely because the one I bought back in October has been blooming since New Year’s!! (It’s got three flowers!!! and one bud still to open!!!)
Orchid ⇢ What’s a song you consider to be perfect?
I’ve got to say ‘Spanish Train’ by Chris de Burgh, who’s the only artist I’ve ever seen live (a friend and I went to see him in uni, were the only 20-something-olds in a horde of 50-and-older, and we had a fantastic time). ‘Spanish Train’ is one of those songs dad and I would blast in the living room after midnight, when we were home alone, or in the car when the speakers were working, and I absolutely love the alternations between the mellow spoken parts and the parts where de Burgh just goes all out.
The answer to the second question got kind of long, so I’ve hidden it in the ‘Keep reading’.
Chamomile ⇢ What were you like when you were younger? Do you think you’ve changed a lot?
I don’t know how much I’ve talked about it here, but I’ve for a long time been fascinated by how people change. You see it in my own fanfics (Arn’s arc in Just Close Your Eyes) and in some of my favourite novels (Apollo in The Trials of Apollo by Rick Riordan). I’ve also grown up with a gestalt psychotherapist for a parent, which ... yeah. I suspect I was a bit of a lab rat growing up. At least mum used to tell me she studied psychotherapy to Help Me. (In her book, queerness and autism require Help.)
My own fascinating with change comes from, I think, putting a lot of effort into changing myself during my years in uni. For about four years, about fifty percent of my time was spent observing myself, reflecting on my behaviour, and figuring out Who I Was. What I discovered was that Baby Me (0–4) and Young Adult Me (20–25) were surprisingly similar (excited by everyday things, enjoyed crafts and baking, and loved music and aesthetic designs). Baby Me grew up on a small seaside farm above the Polar Circle, and in those four years, I realised I wanted to return to that farm — to live there, nurture it, and run writing retreats there. It’ll take a lot of work to get the finances to do so, but as long as the farm stands, I’ll return there.
But. Change.
Between Baby Me and Young Adult Me, there’s Teenage Me (5–19, technically ‘Child & Teenage Me’, but ‘Teenage Me’ for ease), and Teenage Me was not a good person. You know the idea of the Narcissistic Family? It’s the closest description I’ve found to explain the dynamics within my family. Teenage Me had an unfortunate obsession with wanting to make mum proud. As a result, I put others down in passive-aggressive ways and sought to make friends with “the right people” (as implicitly defined by mum: rich cis-het people, ideally white Christian). I was the Golden Child who achieved As and A*s in the majority of my subjects in school, I was always right, I was going to write novels, I was going to become a Professor and an artist, and I was going to have a brilliant future. (Ha. Ha ha. /s)
I’m still not sure how much of that was me and how much was mum, and I think that’s the rule for a lot of Teenage Me’s life: I had no idea where I ended and mum started, in terms of dreams, wants, and hopes. Honestly, it’s something I’m still struggling to untangle.
I like to think I’m moving away from my passive-aggressive ways, and that realising that I myself am not one of “the right people” has done wonders towards learning to value people for who they are rather than what they do and what they have. Setting boundaries is another new experience, and good gods it’s hard. Actually learning my own boundaries and being kind to myself is also really goddamn hard, and I’m still trying to figure out where the lines are between trauma bonding and info-dumping and just talking (is this info-dumping? or am I just talking? I’m answering a question and I have no idea). An unholy combination of depression and anxiety hasn’t made it any better.
That said, writing this today, I’m looking forward to the future. It’s raining outside, but I’ve had a clementine, I’m listening to ‘Champions’ by Kurt Hugo Schneider, and in a few hours I’ve got my first ballet class for beginners — something I’ve only recently worked up the courage to attend. I know I’m in my mid-twenties and that I’ve got years to grow and learn ahead of me. One day, I’ll reach a point of grounded self-assuredness. The depression and anxiety might never go away completely, and there are people I doubt will completely forgive me, but that’s part of growing and learning. It is for me to remember that every tree can be transplanted into better soil, and that there’s a sun above.
#kalh answers#cw narcissism#i'm honestly not even sure if i actually answered the question?#or if i talked in circles?#maybe it's an upward spiral and it feels like i'm in the same place where i started because i'm working through layers and it takes time#because i need to revisit thoughts and events again and again to fully process them#at least my partner thinks i'm a good person and i trust he wouldn't say that if he didn't genuinely believe so#so that's something to hold on to#thank you for the ask <3
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Seasons Ramblings
This story likes to consume my mind whenever I have a minute of not being busy. It's disrupting the reading I want to do, because I'll zone out and think of Seasons, and the words in the book go blurry.
Read more for length.
I might've mentioned this before, but it comes up in a chapter I'm trying to "fill in" (sometimes I write an outline of events and a few paragraphs and fuck off to the next scene, I'm impatient like that) that Shannon isn't picky about food.
And all I can think is: "Viv! You had a child who was pretty sweet as a tot, who was super grateful when he got the rare toy or a pet dog! He never complained about any foods you put in front of him! You had a fairly calm child, and you mistreated him until it backfired on you, and you blamed Shannon for it!"
I mean, Shannon's a wee bit fucked up in adulthood (thanks to his Dear Old Dads), but he's overall a good person. Vivian doesn't appreciate any of this!!! He's a moron!!!
As for the other kids...
I've been thinking about how well El gets along with his baby brothers. This is especially true with Howie. With them growing up together, there isn't any picking on each other or even deliberate bullying--which does happen with Bee and Howie sometimes.
When Sophie left, El was alone for a long time. (At some point, I need to write that from Sophie's POV, since leaving was a hard decision for her to make.)
Vivian was still pretty sore from losing Sophie, his darling daughter. Combine that with his resentment of Shannon. He was pretty soured on the idea of having more children.
I know early Seasons makes a lot of parallels between Howie and Shannon, but there are a lot between El and Shannon made later. But unlike Shannon, El had no interaction with anyone outside the house except if Vivian took him to a bookstore or something. Which was pretty rare. Even then, he seldom had the chance to talk to anyone but his father.
Shannon was only twelve full years of life when Sophronia was born. El was just shy of turning sixty-four when Vivian finally gave him the companionship he'd been asking for.
El treated Howie like a blessing. Same with Bee when he came along, although getting a second brother was a bonus.
Having Howie meant no longer being alone.
He was kind to his brothers, and they think of him fondly in return. They were young enough, they don't always remember everything he did for them, but growing up around someone who treats you well endears them to you.
And El treasured having companionship.
Not to say they've never fought. I don't doubt they've had spats. But all three of the boys know that if they don't work out their disagreements or hold any resentment, they don't have anyone else in the world.
It's a good thing they get along, because that isolation could easily be abused by any of the three of them. Arguably, Bee has his moments of taking advantage of their situation, although it's not malicious, and he usually figures out when he's taken something too far.
Meanwhile, I'm anxious to show how the boys interact with Shannon. They adore Sophie, but... Well, I will not spoil things! Just that I've had way too much fun with writing Shannon scenes, haha. :)
Shannon used to be envious of Sophronia, but not jealous. He wanted what she had from their parents. Due to their age difference, he had a tendency to mostly ignore her. He'd still interact with her warmly. He wasn't going to be mean to a baby. But she was... a baby. A toddler.
Sophie wanted his attention--as little siblings do--so she could be annoying at times. He was patient. But Viv was locking him in cellars and later keeping them apart as often as possible for her safety, so she didn't have a chance to bond with him as she got older.
Now that they're adults... Well, Seasons covers that.
Sophie's feelings towards El are similar to how El felt about Howie, but not quite as strongly. She was old enough that he posed no threat to her position as favorite, and since both children were winter, they were on equal footing to some extent with Vivian.
Well, sort of. El is actually second favorite to Sophie, but it's a marginal difference, and Sophronia left Vivian. Soooooo...
It's also not in Sophie's nature to be envious? She's honestly so chill. Brielle said, "I want to grow old and live normally like a human. I love you, but let's divorce." Guess who was at Brielle's second wedding in full support?
Sophie's a "I want the people I love to be happy, even if it's not with me" person.
And she adores Howie and Bee. Even if they are awakening that want of children in her pretty badly.
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charles+hawkeye, charles+margaret
I combined your first request with some others, but thank you for the additional one!! We love biodiversity <3 Ok so. CharMarg huh.
To get it clearly out of the way: Canon CharMarg Bad. Both because it was just atrociously quarter-assedly attempted in one of the most pathetic pseudo-storylines ever scraped together, an embarrassment to put into such an otherwise quality show, and more importantly because any attempt to make these two get together in canon would always be bad no matter what, because Ms. Swit and Mr. Stiers did not want to do that and if anyone tried to make either of them do something they didn't want I would kill that person and then myself.
But there is one thing worse than canon CharMarg. And that is fanon CharMarg. Because obviously basically nobody actually ships these two, but there are many people, particularly of the mainstream h*wkbeej variety (#notallh*wkbeejers and certainly none who would be in the general vicinity of my blog at this point, I don't think), who like the idea of Charles and Margaret in a lavender marriage.
I love the recent interest in lavender marriages in fandom recently. Now everyone can do the same Pair The Spares maneuver fandom has always done with characters it doesn't care much about, but now they can do it even when the idea of the spares being in love is completely laughable. And it sounds so much cooler, too!
Man I'm sorry I don't know why this irks me so, but alas! It does. The thing is, a lavender marriage would do nothing for either of them anyways, in terms of "playing at doing what society and family want them to do", which is after all the entire purpose of such marriages. Margaret already basically had a test run of marrying into a family like Charles' when she tried it with Penobscott and she HATED it and they basically rejected her for not being the perfect Aryan race anyways. And that's beside the fact that what Charles' family want from him more than anything is children, and Margaret is at the very LEAST extremely on the fence about having kids. So she'd be as miserable as ever, obviously. And with all this, it's fair to say that the Winchesters would be hardly any more satisfied with CharMarg than they would be with Charles just staying a bachelor, so what the hell would he be in it for either???
So it's a no for me on that. So why did I put down that it's "better in fanfic"? Well now we must discuss not canon CharMarg, not fanon CharMarg, but a secret third thing. Hypothetical CharMarg. Essence of CharMarg if you will. The CharMarg that exists only in slight little glimpses in scenes where I'm like you know what? If they hadn't forced it, if they hadn't tried so hard and so badly, if they'd done nothing at all, if they'd just given us all these quiet little moments of friendship and kindness and smiles and affection and never implied anything else and then I’d seen that last scene with the book.......... I’d have been like yeah. I see that.
And then the fandom could have done Pair The Spares normally, without pretense. And the thing is, I actually always loved fandom pairing the spares, putting every set of characters in groups of two (or three or four, if we really wanted to have some fun and get silly with it) and never leaving anybody behind, making sure nobody was alone. Even if they didn’t care about the spares much, really. It was always hell on fans of those less popular characters, of course (been there!), but it seemed to come from a place of awkward, fumbling love. Nobody gets left behind.
(Aromanticism?? Characters not needing a relationship to be fulfilled?? What’s that lol this is 2014 era Tumblr. Romance shipping LOCKDOWN.)
But of course they did force it and they did ruin it and now it’s hard to even write CharMarg as friends, sometimes, trying to parse out what their friendship is really like when they’re allowed to be people instead of two barbie dolls smashed together.
They’re still great together though. It is great whenever they’re on screen hanging out together and being narrative mirrors and trying to figure out how to have a friend for the first time in their lives. God I wish they’d gotten to talk about their fathers together, about expectations and never being good enough and having to keep themselves apart from everyone else and repressed anger and repressed love and repressed loneliness. I wish everyone would stop smashing them together like two barbie dolls and just let them be great together.
In conclusion society would be fixed if Loretta Swit and David Ogden Stiers got everything they wanted forever
#idk if this makes sense I'm behind on absolutely every single thing in my life I can't think or do anything#did not expect my anti charles margaret lavender marriage thoughts to all spill out here but oh well#Starky loves answering questions#marley-manson#I was always the person who really loved the pair the spares pairing. like way more than the mainstream OTP it was meant as a side dish for#:')#mash#charmarg#I'm so tired. ough.#thank you for the ask!!!!
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@slytherinocicat Thank you for tagging me!
Nickname: My nickname comes from my name Ripley. So Rip ends up being my little nickname and I love it. It’s kind of got a Halloween vibe attached to it so that’s even better in my opinion.
Sign: Sagittarius
Height: 5′3″
Last thing I Googled: Dirk Benedict images for collages. ;-)
Song Stuck in My Head: “How Soon Is Now” the Charmed version to be specific. I love the original version by The Smiths but the version used in Charmed has been plaguing my mind as of late. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FDl2ylXLko
Number of Followers: 234! Holy shit I didn’t realize that until I looked at it! Thank you all! 🥰
Amount of Sleep: I tend to stay up late into early morning so I don’t know really. When I do get some sleep I set an alarm for 11:00 am to make sure I don’t sleep the day away.
Dream Job: Something creative. I’m not really sure. Sorry.¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Movie/Book that Summarizes You: Hmm.............Aliens. I’m named after Ellen Ripley and even in the most fucked up of scenarios she follows the beat of her own drum, which I am also know to do. I’ve not lived that long to have many fucked up experiences (I just turned 18 four days ago) but I know that like the character I’ll pull through in the end.
Favorite Song: I don really have a favorite, I have favorites. But if I have to pick a favorite for right now it has to be “Connected” by the Stereo MC’s. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kgo6YcuTGG0
Favorite Instrument: I love the drums. I always get pumped up when I hear the drums in heavy metal music and in movie scores. The drums are my fave but I also love hearing the piano. (Piano is a new one for me because of watching Dirk Benedict play the piano on The A-Team, specifically in episode 12 of season 5 “The Grey Team”)
Aesthetic: I’m a combination of many things. I can’t put my aesthetic into words so here’s a collage to help you understand:
Favorite Author: Well like some of the other questions I’ve answered, I have favorite authors. Dirk Benedict and Andrew McCarthy (Yes. When I say Andrew McCarthy I mean the actor. I’ve read all three of his books.)
I tag: @waltz-of-letters @dourifslover @thematrixbutgoofy @prettyprettylookhere @boltghost
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