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2aceofspades · 6 months

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I have a serious question. So, do you fully comprehend how awesome you are? Because damn. You’re legit one of my fav artists. You just consistently churn out these heartfelt masterpieces—sketches, doodles, finished or unfinished, they all MEAN something. You’ve also ALWAYS been so nice to talk to. I often get discouraged by the lack of interaction I get on platforms when I try to go outside my comfort zone and reach out, especially on Twitter. But any time I’ve asked a question or made a comment, you always take the time to respond and that’s just…so kind of you. So considerate. You don’t have to do that, but you do and it’s just lovely.

Anyway… I randomly remembered you saying that you didn’t feel as comfortable drawing Donnie and I just have to say that, whether it feels more comfortable now or not, he looks fantastic! Then again, every character you draw does! And of course Leo is my fav—my comfort character—so I’m not going to lie, it’s fun to see you draw so much of him.

I just can’t get over all the details in your work. I’m no artist, but I can appreciate how much emotion goes into your art. The squiggly lines when someone is nervous, the specific looks in their eyes, small details like scratching when anxious (I know I commented on that on a previous post)—you’re just so great with showing emotion!

Okay, okay. Gushing done… for now. Hope you have a fantastic week and thank you for being your awesome self!

Oh my stars waaaah-

When I tell you that I was not prepared for such a lovely and sweet ask oh boy-

I'm like...literally almost speechless oh my shining stars in the sky 🥹 like, I'm struggling to respond without blubbering too much oh jeez-

Just...thank you so much, seriously. Putting emotion and meaning into my work is what I always strive for, so for someone to recognise and compliment that...it just means the world to me. I am so honored.

I also have definitely felt discouraged at times when interacting with posts and such. I do my best to not take it personally, but I understand that sometimes...it's difficult. I do my best to respond to asks, comments, etc., even if I'm a bit late with responding. I know I'm not perfect and I can be a little scatterbrained, but I really do enjoy engaging with y'all. I have such a lovely following, and I love giving back to y'all as well <3

Ah, yes...Donnie...my sweet sweet Donald. I still think he looks very stiff and wonky when I draw him...especially f!Donnie. His shell...confuses me. But! Thank you for your kind words and your support! It definitely helps pep me up to draw him some more hehe 🤗✨

Also, I have to comment on Leo cuz he's also my favorite and my comfort character as well :3 I love drawing him even if sometimes he gives me such grief. I don't wanna think about how many times I've drawn that goober 😶

Anywhizzle!

Thank you again so so SO much for such a wonderfully kind and thoughtful message 🥹 I really appreciate you taking some time out of your day to send so much kindness my way. It really means a lot to me 🙌💙✨ Gah- I hope you have a fantastic week as well!

#ace answers #acey doodles #thank you again for your kindness and support 🙌✨#i really really needed this fr #thank you thank you thank you!!!#:)

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voidchillz · 1 year

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still waiting for those tops dating hcs

- FLUFFY. SWEETHEART.

- He’s an utter goober. No embellishments whatsoever. He’s just a fluffy lil guy

- Snuggles with him are the greatest

- You thought his Nice Cream compliments were cheesy? He saves the cheesiest for you <3

- He hasn’t really got a gender-preference for dating, everyone is hot to him (Bisexual icon)

- If you’re hanging out in Fell City he always uses the opportunity to change his post to be closer to you, the exponential use of putting your job on wheels

- PDA is his trained specialty, he’s a lovey-dovey type for sure

- He’s also well aware of any overwhelmed or anxious tendencies you might have, he’s got a big family, and most of the little ones needed some help growing up (He’s a great uncle)

- Wants to be aware of your boundaries as soon as possible without it being weird, he wants to make sure he doesn’t overstep anything

- Ever heard of compression hoodies for dogs that keep them from stressing out? Those cute videos of huskies doing tap dances while being blow dried after being groomed? Tops specialises in those kind of hugs. Big, warm, soft, and as tight as you need it to be. He’s always here to help if you’re stressed

- Very patient and progressive partner, he’ll sacrifice his own emotional health if you need it. So make sure you look out for him too

- He’s very cozy when it comes to dates, nothing extravagant or expensive. More like day trips or pleasant bars where he knows you won’t get gawked at

- Not at all violent, but not afraid to stand up for you if you need it. He’s a bunny with a baseball bat, you can trust him

- Not very easily flustered, but you might catch him blushing with a genuine unexpected compliment

- His giving love language is physical affection and words of affirmation, but he’s very flexible for your needs

- He may look a little skinnier in comparison to Sans or any other Monster, but he’s still pretty strong, and won’t mind carrying you around and giving you some special piggyback treatments

- Nervous about coming off as clingy sometimes

(that’s all I got since he’s such a infrequent character, but by all means show me yours!)

#mafiafell #mobfell #ao3fic #sooner or later you're gonna be mine #solygbm #underfell #undertale aus #nice cream guy #mafiafell au #mobfell au #underfell au #headcanon #headcanons #dating headcanons #archive of our own

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butteredfry · 11 months

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I wasn't expecting such a flood of people to find my account and art so suddenly woah

Since there's a lot of new people here I'm gonna do an about me post for you silly starbursts

🐢 Hi! You can call me Mikey or Butter, either one works! I prefer She/her and he/him pronouns but I'm fine with any! :)

🐢 I'm a minor so plz plz plz don't be weird. I'm a pretty nervous person when it comes to posting on a public platform so if I delete one of my posts, it's probably because I got too anxious about it being up. :(

🐢 I'm still kind of new to Tumblr so I don't know how most of this stuff works, I'm sorry if any of my posts are weirdly formated or anything!

🐢 Feel free to ask me anything, message me, or just generally interact with me! I'm a pretty socially awkward person but I'm not gonna let that stop me from interacting with you silly goobers!

🐢 TCESTERS, PROSHIPPERS, AND JUST GENERALLY ANYONE WHO IS GROSS, DNI!! If I see any of you nasty little boogerbeans, I'm going to eat your teeth and nail you to a mailbox and absolutely SMASH that block button. Get out of here. 😡

🐢 I have other social medias like TikTok, Instagram, etc. All under the username ButteredFry! I rarely post on them but there's some art on some of them that I haven't posted on here, feel free to check em out if you want!

🐢 I'll mostly post art on here. I'll use buttercandy art as my art tag.

Okay I think that's all, I'll probably add more to this post as time goes on but I think I've got all the basic important stuff on here. Thank you for reading this, I hope you have a wacky fun-filled day!

#buttercandy art #about me

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indiemedley · 2 years

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My Take on a Custom Inscryption Scrybe!

You heard me right, you hecking fucking goobers, made up my own Inscryption brainchild, and I hope y’all like. I can’t draw, so, just bear with me on descriptions here! Also, needless to say, Spoilers for Inscryption ahead, please play it first.

Introducing: Plasmo, Scrybe of Chemistry

Plasmo is the Scrybe of Chemistry, hidden away in his little chemical plant, a disgusting and revolting environment swamped with chemicals and broken machines, with remnants of those who lived there previously. Life has not entirely ceased there, as Plasmo had taken up residency amongst the goop and poison! Plasmo’s body is made up of dripping chemicals that have coalesced together into a very intelligent mass of goop, donning a half melted lab coat from the Chemical Plant.

As for his mechanics, Plasmo liked to “stir” up the rules of the game a little. The two decks were maintained, with a “Recipe” deck, and an “Ingredient” deck. You can pick from one pile or the other per turn. When picking from the Ingredient pile, Plasmo cuts you some slack and lets you draw twice. Ingredients are what are used to follow Recipes, where you mix Ingredients on the same space to make whatever card was detailed on the Recipe cards. After winning fights, you may learn a new Recipe from an enemy for free if it dragged on a little too long, or maybe you scrounged together some Bonus Ingredients for stopping the enemies before they used up all the Ingredients.

He creates his cards from scratch, mixing up chemicals to make mixtures that he then Inscrybes, making new mixtures everyday. He was once a kindly soul who always loved company in his quiet Chemical Plant, as his goop creations weren’t very fun to hang around with. But what he used to be like doesn’t matter, because the rest of the Scrybes, for their own individual reasons harbored discontent for him, more so than each other. PO3 hated his over positivity and constant pestering, Magnificus hated the fact that Plasmo’s drab Chemical Plant spat on the love of presentation and ovr the top nonsense that Magnificus prided so, Leshy hated how he’d soil the atmosphere just to get somebody to like him more, not his game, just him, and Grimora, well, she was pretty neutral to him, but still didn’t want him pissing off the other Scrybes.

With their combined efforts, they wiped him off the game, tossing his assets into that squirming mass of code, the OLD_DATA. With an uploaded version of Inscryption on the internet, people sifted around that game all the time, with one player, by the name of Mark, eventually uncovering the “deleted cut content” of Plasmo. With some modding and tweaking, Plasmo was free from his isolation and limbo.

Plasmo REALLY missed having company, and of course, this evolved into him becoming clingier to Mark than a puppy to its new owner. But Plasmo didn’t want to be erased again, so, he decided to work with Mark to sabotage the other Scrybes’ attempts to find the OLD_DATA, with Mark playing part of distraction. Plasmo, on the other hand, searched for the OLD_DATA all on his own, with Mark sabotaging the different Scrybes. Like breaking Magnificus’s pumps, cutting the string in Grimora’s well, getting the Dredger to quit, and sending the Fisher on the boat out to sea with the promise of better fish for Leshy.

With this tag team, Plasmo inevitably finds the OLD_DATA and brings about his 3D takeover. And for the first time since his creation, he could feel, like a person could. Plasmo is understandably attached to this physical sensation of feeling, like how he’s attached to Mark. And because of this connection and feeling, Plasmo wants Mark to play a little! Just for a little bit, right? Gotta enjoy the fruits of their labor, after all! But, Plasmo is a bit more panicked and desperate, getting nervous and anxious if Mark so much as insinuates leaving to go to the bathroom. Plasmo is afraid that the game will be turned off again. He doesn’t want to be alone again, he doesn’t want isolation, he wants to FEEL.

The more Mark gets done with Plasmo, more willing to just turn the game off and walk away, the more desperate Plasmo becomes to keep Mark around, forever. His solution to this problem? use the object of his previous torment as blackmail. If Mark leaves him again, Plasmo will use his new internet connection to completely reveal the pure OLD_DATA and Karnoffel Code to the general public, posting it everywhere.

Now would be a good time as any to talk about his 3D environment. The old Chemical Plant, now in detailed glory, the place is expansive yet paths are blocked off by spilt chemicals. Plasmo may be proud of his factory, but even Mark’s CHARACTER getting up makes him nervous, he won’t allow it. But the more you play with Plasmo, eventually you reach a boss fight, where a particularly nasty batch of chemicals will break free and mix into a brand new monster, typically knocking Plasmo far out of the way, sometimes knocking him out temporarily. These bosses all have personalities of their own, but usually revolve around eating, breaking things, or making themselves look less like beasts and more like Unity Assets that could be used by other people, their ultimate dream. After a boss, Mark can walk around the plant for a little, solve puzzles to clear paths, and explore while Plasmo wakes up. Each boss also turns into a friendly playable card post defeat, that you can mix into your own deck! Repeats of the same boss will have the talking cards stubbornly refusing to accept they were like THAT when they were the boss.

But he better be sitting back down when Plasmo comes to, or he sweaRS TO GOD HE’LL SEND THAT DATA! After enough exploring, Mark can find the other Scrybes in massive tubes that Plasmo periodically fills with Chemicals to Goopify and De-Goopify the Scrybes, as a sort of payback for what they did to him. More puzzles and bosses later, Scrybes are free, and have Mark continue Plasmo’s game until they can find an opening to put him on ice, since his panic and separation anxiety is getting to dangerous levels, they fear he may do something drastic in his paranoia.

After a monologue of Plasmo thanking Mark for being a true and dear friend, even when he literally threatened Mark’s life and several other misshapes, he even admits that MAAAAAYBE he’d been a little paranoid, before initiating a final boss fight with Mark, to try and bury the hatchet. Yet, even as the fight progresses, the fear and anxiety of being left feelingless and alone creeps back in, before he brings his plan full sweep again, deciding to not even let Mark sleep aymore. This is where the Scrybes finally come back, setting loose a torrent of chemicals to knock Plasmo away from his table, and therefore, where he stored his File Access and even his New Game function. With power back in their court, Plasmo is once again returned to the isolation he fought so hard to avoid. And the game returns to its normal cycle.

#inscryption #oc #custom scrybe #inscryption oc #plasmo scrybe of chemistry #indiemedley #hope y'all like the boi!

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carrisarune · 3 years

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In Your Eyes

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Note: Continuing on the train and seeing where this goes. Just churning these out as soon as I finish and will edit as I go along

Tags: @jamespotterthefirst @schnitzelbutterfingers

CHAPTER 3: FRIENDSHIP, LIQUID COURAGE, AND PANIC

The minute Rai saw that his shift had ended, he wanted to cry in relief. He quickly went over to the atrium to meet with Sienna and finds her dressed in her casual clothes and waiting. She smiles upon seeing him, “Hey! You survived! Ready to hit the bar?” she asked. “More than ready” Rai enthused, “Great outfit by the way” admiring the denim jacket and red shirt ensemble she had on. When Sienna asked him if he had anything to wear at the bar, and even mentioned Dr. Ramsey frequented there, Rai felt his cheeks flush. He still felt a tad embarrassed that he nearly blew his top at the man, but a drink would be real nice at the moment.

As he heard Jackie call for them and Bryce declaring the first round was on him, Rai made a dash to change clothes. Looking through what he had in his locker, he changed into a sleeveless emerald hoodie and form fitting black pants. A quick tie of his combat boots had him ready and stepping out to meet the others once more. At the sight of him, Sienna gives a wolf whistle, “I hope you’re single, because you are going to clean up tonight!” causing Rai to flush.

“Well, if you happen to find anyone interested in a gay doctor, you might have to give me a shove” he joked. Seeing Bryce about to speak up, he pointed at the man, “Sorry there Fabio, but incorrigible flirts ain’t my type, so might as well mosey on” his words causing the girls to snort. Hand on his chest in mock pain, Bryce cried, “You wound me Rai! I thought we had a moment earlier.”

In response, Rai gave a laugh and went over to Bryce to swing an arm around his shoulders. “You’ll recover, in the best case scenario, we’ll be each other’s wingman, now come on, I’ve been craving a cocktail all day” he urged. With the group leaving in laughter, they soon reached the bar.

Donahue’s was exactly as Rai expected a bar frequented by medical help to be; dark, dingy, and completely packed. Thankfully, Sienna seemed to know her way through the crowd and led them to where Landry and Elijah had commandeered a booth. Landry looked anxious as he cried, “Come on! There’s still… sixty seven seconds left in happy hour!” to which Elijah waved the worry away by stating they were all in debt anyway.

“I’ll toast to that!” Jackie declared, “And relax, Landry, I put in quite a few orders before the buzzer” pointing out a waitress bringing in a tray packed to the brim with tequila shots.

Rai blinked at the sight while Sienna exclaimed, “You want to start with tequila?” Jackie shrugged, “Start, finish, and everything in between” she responded. Everyone grabbed a shot glass and after toasting to finishing their first shift, took it. For a lack of a better word, the stuff was strong. When the next toast was to new friends, Rai grinned and gave Elijah a fist bump then Sienna a side hug.

He started when he was asked to make a toast and paused to think. Then, giving a grin he declared, “To becoming amazing doctors and a bright future!” and everyone gave a cheer before taking the shot.

Elijah then announces a need to dance and moved to the jukebox while Sienna and Rai stepped out of the booth to let Jackie out. Landry on the other hand, had stated a need for a water break much to Jackie’s teasing. Rai had taken a seat once more to order a cocktail when he noticed Landry staring at the bar. Following his gaze, he spots a pretty girl at the end. “She’s cute! You should go talk to her” Rai encouraged, but Landry shot the suggestion down, saying how he wasn’t good with flirting.

Even with Rai offering to be a wingman, Landry turned it down. Shrugging at his reluctance and offering one last encouragement, Rai stepped out of the booth. Just as he did, he felt a sharp pain in his ribs as a sneering frat guy forces his way to the bar. Sienna, who spotted the encounter, yelled, “Hey! You just ran over my friend!” in indignance. If possible, the guy’s sneer deepened, “So?” he asked with a raised brow.

This only made Sienna angrier as she exclaimed, “So apologize! Or were you raised somewhere where they don’t teach manners?” Seeing Sienna riled up and the guy not willing to back down, Rai quickly stepped up. He turned to the man, and suddenly, it was as if the room’s temperature dropped. A sharp smile had painted over Rai as he unknowingly gazed at the man with the same icy gaze he did Dr. Ramsey earlier. “It’s alright, it was just a misunderstanding and I’m sure you’ll be careful next time, right?” while his words were pleasant, the look in Rai’s eyes were anything but.

The man gave a gulp as a shiver ran through him. He quickly nodded, then with a gruff apology, scurried away. Sienna gazed at Rai with wide eyes, “Woah, you gotta teach me that; you made being nice so scary” she enthused and Rai gave a laugh. He was about to speak up when a Marvin Gaye slow jam plays from the jukebox. “Now we’re talking! To everyone in the bar, you’re welcome” Elijah called with a grin.

Jackie turned to Rai and invited him to dance. He was about to accept when he hears Bryce call him over for a game of darts with a crew of rowdy surgical interns. As he gave a wave, he spotted Dr. Ramsey peacefully drinking in a secluded corner of the bar. When he looked up and their eyes met, Rai could feel the back of his neck turn warm. Deciding to dance off his nervous energy, he joins Jackie on the dance floor where she is moving gracefully.

“Damn Jackie, should I get a stick to ward off anyone feeling grabby?” Rai joked before laughing as Jackie shoved him and told him to shut up. She then pulled him in to join her and he began swaying to the music. As they danced to the music, Jackie asked, “So, we’re cool over what happened today right?” and Rai titled his head at her in confusion. He shuffled his feet to the beat, “”What’s there to be upset about? I was the one who panicked like a goober, and the important thing is that Annie is okay and will live a long and healthy life” Rai responded with a shrug.

The two stared at each other for a moment before Jackie stated, “Oh god, I knew I wasn’t going to like you” her words causing Rai to pause and blink in confusion. Jackie rolled her eyes as he saw the male’s confusion.

“You’re a do-gooder. Add that to what I already know…”

“Wait what”

“Which is?”

“You’re smart… you’re actually good under pressure… and you’re basically a puppy”

Stepping close to him, she smooshed his cheeks in her hands, “A. puppy'' she intoned, “All yappy and peppy, basically the worst! I just don’t know what to do with you” she sighed before giving his cheeks one last smoosh then ruffling his hair. “Sorry?” Rai offered in confusion and Jackie gave an amused huff before urging him to dance once more. Rai danced to one more song before grabbing the cocktail he ordered and heading over to Bryce and the group of surgeons.

The surgical intern grinned as he spotted him coming over. When he introduced Rai to the others as the only good medical intern, Rai gave a mock gasp, “Bryce how dare you forget the delights that are Sienna and Elijah!” His words caused Bryce to laugh before he asked if Rai was thinking of switching teams. In response Rai simply raised his pointer fingers to make an X and playfully stuck out his tongue.

Once again, Bryce donned a mock look of pain, “Is it your goal to constantly hurt me Hayashi? Cause it’s working” he dramatically mourned. “Oh please, we all know my words are pokes at best” Rai retorted before escaping an attempted noogie from the male. Bryce huffed before a cheshire grin crossed his face, “Well, since you’re here to play, why not make things interesting?” he offered. Rai gave an answering smirk, “Winner buys the other’s team round?” he wagered.

The two shook on it and upon announcing the wager, the two groups cheered. It was a close game and soon the two were tied. Both were on the last dart and as Rai was taking aim, Bryce was clearly trying to distract him by whispering goads. Rolling his eyes, Rai ignored him and managed to make a good shot. The surgical interns groaned at the sight of it while Bryce commended him. As Bryce was setting up for his shot, an idea popped in Rai’s head and he gave a mischievous grin.

Moving close to his ear, Rai softly cleared his throat then, “Better be careful friend, those darts are mighty sharp” he stated in his Kermit the Frog voice. “W-what the fuck” Bryce spluttered in laughter as he made his shot. The dart flew through the air before haphazardly sticking to the outer rim of the board. While the surgical interns groaned at Bryce’s loss, the man turned to Rai, still spluttering in laughter.

Grasping Rai’s shoulder he slowly stopped laughing and asked, “Was that what I think he was?” taking a breath as he did. Rai grinned then, tilting his head slightly, spoke, “Meega, nala kweesta!” in Stitch’s voice, even going as far as adding the famous laugh. At that, Bryce went into another laughing fit, spluttering how surprising Rai could be. “Don’t you owe me and my friends a round?” Rai reminded as Bryce caught his breath once more. Once Bryce calmed down, he called for drinks for Rai and his friends and the group enjoyed a round.

While taking a sip of his drink, Rai finds his eyes straying to where Dr. Ramsey was. For what felt like forever, he internally debated with himself. Then, resolving himself, he took a deep gulp of liquid courage before placing down his glass. He whispered to Sienna, “Wish me luck” and only managed to hear a soft gasp before he was determinedly walking to the bar. He emtally chanted to be calm before taking a seat beside Dr. Ramsey.

An unreadable look was on the man’s face and Rai could only shyly ask, “Is something wrong Dr. Ramsey?” the man’s gaze making him feel warm and his wrist tingle. “Just noticing how… different you look out in the real word” he stated. Rai tried to fight his blush down when the bartender approached and asked for his order. Taking a glance at Dr. Ramsey’s empty glass, Rai confidently ordered, “Two scotches, neat.” The bartender was quick in serving the drinks and Rai slid one to Dr. Ramsey.

The moment the attending took the drink with a smile of approval, Rai had to fight down a grin.

After giving the drink a sniff, Dr. Ramsey asked, “Why neat instead of on the rocks” though Rai could hear a subtle challenge in his tone. “The ice changes the flavor” Rai answered before taking a sip to hide his smile when Dr. Ramsey confirmed his answer. But when he continued with, “You know I can’t be bribed into favoring you, right?”, Rai placed down the cup and looked at in embarrassment.

“Actually… this is more of an apology for nearly losing my temper with you earlier” Rai admitted, “I understood what you were doing but I… got emotional, I am grateful that you pushed me to do better today” flush spreading throughout his face. A beat of silence passed between the two before Dr. Ramsey signalled the bartender and order for ‘two specials’, surprising Rai when he called the bartender by name. Looking from the bartender to Dr. Ramsey, Rai asked, “You two old friends?”

Dr. Ramsey raised a brow in surprise, “What makes you say that?” he asked. Rai gave a shrug, “Only way bartenders allow you to call them by name is if you’re old friends, an overly frequent customer, or both” he stated matter-of-factly. The two’s eyes met, then, Dr. Ramsey revealed, “It’s both” and Rai hums. Before he could stop himself, Rai found himself asking if there was anyone waiting for Dr. Ramsey at home. As Rai mentally smacked himself with a cartoon hammer, Dr. Ramsey seemed to hesitate answering.

“I’ll come here even when I do. I need some buffer between the hospital and the world. An airlock” his intense blue eyes pierced into Rai as he solemnly stated, “Don’t take the job home with you, Rai.” Pinching himself to remind himself to breathe, Rai found himself blurting, “I’ll keep that in mind… but you didn’t answer my question” then mentally questioned HOW drunk he was. The moment Dr. Ramsey responded with a negative though, Rai quickly squashed any… untoward thoughts brought about from his drunkenness.

It was almost a relief when the two specials arrived. Rai quickly took a sip at Dr. Ramsey’s suggestion and licked his lips in delight. If he had a tail, it would be wagging as he exclaimed, “That’s amazing!” to Dr. Ramsey’s amusement. “Either you’re sucking up to me, or you’ve got surprisingly refined taste for an intern” he stated. Rai gave a grin and shrugged, “I’m full of surprises” he said and Dr. Ramsey countered, “You’ll have to prove that.”

Then, he holds up his glass and toasts, “To your intern year. In the hopes you don’t completely blow everything you worked your whole life for.’ This causes Rai to snort in laughter before he clinks their glasses together and finishes the drink. After thanking Dr. Ramsey for his time, he rejoined his friends for the next few hours. The group drank late into the night before they decided they had enough. With a round of water to help them in going home, Rai made a toast of gratitude to the new friends he met.

Though Jackie teased him by declaring him the sappy drunk of the group and Landry told him he could thank him by getting Dr. Ramsey to know his name, he felt a happy warmth. That is until they all stepped out and shared their living arrangement woes, especially when they had a shift in a few hours. Suddenly, Sienna gave the bright idea of them getting an apartment together. Rai was more than on board with the idea and the group agreed to make more plans tomorrow.

Just as Rai was heading home, he happened to glance down at his bracelet. Without warning, his mind decided to flash back to all the moments he had with Dr. Ramsey throughout the day. The moment he recalled his gaze in the bar and the warmth felt from sharing a drink with the man, Rai froze. “(Oh. Oh NO)” he cried in his mind, before scrambling off his stop and rushing home. Once inside his room he quickly opened up his chat with his best friend.

IPourtheTea: SOS o(*´д`*)o

ImTHATB: o.O did u stab someone?

IPourtheTea: ಠ_ಠ

IPourtheTea: What? No!

ImTHATB: Yea I thought it was too early, so is this high alert SOS or gay panic SOS?

ImTHATB: FINALLY! Tell mama all the deets bae OwO

IPourtheTea: One, not my mom. Two, I think Im into my boss

ImTHATB: Ooohh! New kink, congrats bby

IPourtheTea: Hannah this is serious! Im not supposed to be into my boss! HES MY BOSS. Not to mention one of the top and strictest attendings in the hospital. HED MURDER ME ヽ ( ꒪д꒪ )ﾉ

ImTHATB: Nice, hot boss with BDE. Ive taught u well

IPourtheTea: Hannah!!! ʕノ•ᴥ•ʔノ︵ ┻━┻ Just because he has intense blue eyes and a killer jawline plus a voice that could melt me ajfbjasbfkjs

ImTHATB has changed IPourtheTea’s name to BabyDoesGayPanic

BabyDoesGayPanic: NOT.HELPING!

ImTHATB: UwU

BabyDoesGayPanic: ajfbhjkasfhjkds

BabyDoesGayPanic has logged off

Groaning in frustration, Rai buried his face in his pillow and prayed things would calm down for him tomorrow

#open heart #m!mc #m!mc x ethan ramsey #oh fic #carrisa writes #still playing around with tags #in your eyes #no beta

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colbybrocksmolder · 5 years

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A Video To My Future Wife - Colby Brock x Reader

Colby set the camera up, taking a minute to gather his thoughts.

“Hey guys, as you can tell by the title, this isn’t a normal video. Remember a few years ago when Sam and I made videos for each other to look back on when we’re older? Well this is another one of those. Kind of. But today, I’m going to make this for you. And for Y/n. The love of my life. The most beautiful human I’ve ever met, both inside and out.”

Colby ducked his head, smiling at how giddy he was to finally share you with the world. “A lot of you are very confused right now, I know. And I’m sorry. I’ve kept this part of my life off of YouTube for well over a year now and honestly? I don’t regret it one bit. It’s been the happiest year of my life so far. I know in my heart she’ll continue to make me my happiest self until literally one of us ceases to exist on this earth. I hope I die first because I don’t want to think about a life without her.”

Colby sighed, looking past the camera for a moment before cracking a smile. “If Y/n were home right now, she’d scold me for being so morbid. She doesn’t like when I talk about dying. She’d pull me into her arms, start listing reasons why it’s a waste of life to think about death. On my more stubborn emo days, she clings to me like a koala. Not a word of a lie. She’ll wrap her arms and legs around me and just talk. She once made it to like reason #56 that she thought I was adorable before I finally agreed to shower and leave the apartment. There’s no escaping the infectious joy she has inside her. I have yet to meet a single person who isn’t happier around her. I know a lot of you guys freak out whenever you hear dating rumors about me or see me with a female friend, but guys...you’re going to fucking love Y/n. So much. A handful of you guys already know her and I want to specifically thank you for keeping our secret. I’m just waiting for the photos you guys took with us to spread like wildfire now that it’s out in the open.”

Colby smiled, pulling out his phone to look at a picture the two of you had taken with a group of fans. “I’ll put this picture up on the screen so you can actually see it, but do you see this goober right here in the skeleton onesie? That’s y/n. You’re probably wondering why we’re all in our pajamas with a bunch of fans…Well that’s just a tiny glimpse into how kindhearted, selfless, and loving this girl is. We met a family one day while we were out. The two daughters and their friends happened to be fans of Sam and I. While I sat and talked to the girls for a minute, Y/n was sitting talking to their mom. Turns out these two girls had been through quite a rough year. The mom said that YouTube was what really kept them going. Y/n exchanged numbers with the mom and over the next few months kept in touch with the two girls. When the older sister’s birthday rolled around, Y/n had an idea. She talked with the mom and set up a little surprise movie night so that we could celebrate with the girls and their friends we had met with them. Her and Kat went out and got these goofy onesies for everyone, loads of snacks, games... Sam, Kat, Y/n, and I showed up and surprised them. It was awesome. Better than any Trap House party we’ve ever thrown.” Colby laughed.

Colby stared at the picture for a few seconds before locking his phone and putting it back in his pocket. “At this point, I already thought that I loved her. I was already convinced I had found my forever…but seeing her take time out of her insane schedule to go above and beyond to love on two random fans…When I tell you I was in awe of her, I mean it. I was a blushing, sweaty palmed, nervous boy. All night. The girl’s dad even pulled me to the side to whisper a ‘you’ve got it bad, kid’ to me.” Colby’s cheeks blushed with a hint of pink.

“And honestly? I have no fucking clue why she puts up with me.” Colby laughed. “I’m indecisive and clingy and moody. I can’t keep a schedule to save my life. I always need to be in control or I’m anxious or bail. And I never ever ever put my shoes away. I can’t tell you how many times Y/n has tripped trying to leave our kitchen because even though she’s asked me 200 times not to, I still leave my shoes right in the middle of the walkway. Yet every single day I find a new little note that she’s left me. Sometimes two or three on bad days. Actually, you know what? Be right back…”

Colby moved across the room to grab a photo-box full of papers. “Look at these.” He said, tipping the box to show you how full it was. He started reading some of them off. “Seeing you smile is my favorite way to start my day” “Your friends love you” “Your laughter is contagious” “You bring people joy” “Your ass looked great in those jeans last night” He laughed at that one, reading out one last note. “Strip away all of your fame and money and looks and what do you have left? The most accepting, honest, encouraging, and loving heart I’ve ever had the privilege of holding.” He stared at the piece of paper for a second before shrugging his shoulders and staring off into the other room. “Like I said, I have no clue what I did to deserve her.”

He moved to put the box back where he got it from and sat back down on the bed. “I know that a lot of you don’t like change. I know she’s going to get hate comments about loads of shit that either isn’t true or doesn’t matter. But do you want to know the truth? Neither of us care.” He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “We aren’t worried. We’re happy. And God does it feel good to say that because throughout my YouTube career, the amount of times I’ve been able to say that with a straight face are far and few between. Something to know before you start writing that shitty hateful comment…Y/n is never ever going to reply to you with hate. It doesn’t matter how mean you are to her. It’s just not in her. She’s too loving. She’ll probably apologize that you feel the way you feel and then treat you with perfect kindness. She goes out of her way to build people up. So, remember that before you’re too quick to try and tear her down.”

Colby heard the apartment door open and made a wide eyed ‘oh shit’ face at the camera. “Hey, baby! Are you home?”

“In here!” Colby called.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She apologized, seeing that she had interrupted him filming.

“Don’t worry.” Colby smiled up at her, reaching his arms out to invite her to sit on his lap for a moment. “I’ll just edit it out. What’s up?”

“This girl just moved in right above us and I want to go help her get settled. Her friend bailed on her and we have that bottle of red wine we’re never going to drink. Do you mind if I grab some snacks and the wine and go help her?” She asked, pressing a kiss to Colby’s cheek.

“Of course, I don’t mind, babe.” He slipped his arms tighter around her and kissed her lips. “I’ll text you when I’m done to see if you guys need help with anything heavy.”

“You’re too good to me.” She said, sliding off of his lap.

“I love you!” Colby called out after her, hearing her pack a bag full of snacks and grab the wine.

“I love you more!” he heard her call back. The apartment door closing behind her.

“I’m definitely not editing any of that out.” Colby laughed, looking back at the camera. “But do you see what I mean? That was a perfect example. One of like a thousand I could share. She so effortlessly walks into people’s lives and does whatever she can to help them.”

“I just realized you guys have no clue how we met.” Colby shook his head, laughing to himself. “So, you know those overnight videos we do with TFIL? Well we were once again being complete idiots and trying to sneak into this massive indoor sports arcade type place. Everyone had hidden except for me and I was about to get caught. I had climbed over this massive basketball free-throw cage thing and I was going to drop down behind it when the manager of the arcade started walking towards his office…right next to where I was hanging. This girl and I made eye contact and she recognized who I was. She obviously knew what I was up to. She started to laugh but quickly realized I was about to get caught. When the Manager went to step by her, she ‘stumbled’ into him and pretended to faint. Throwing in an ‘I don’t feel good’ right before hitting the ground for good measure. Her distraction gave me enough time to drop down behind the machine. When I peeked through the bars, I saw her ‘wake up’ and ask the manager if he could show here where the ski ball was like nothing had happened.” Colby snorted rolling his eyes. “She wasn’t the best actress on the planet, but she sure as hell had my attention. I spent the whole night annoying the rest of the guys trying to figure out how to find her and thank her. Talk to her. Turns out, it was easier than I thought. When we finally left at like 5 am, there was a little torn piece of paper tucked under my windshield wiper that said ‘you’re welcome’ and her phone number. Needless to say, I didn’t go to bed. I ended up meeting her at a diner where we talked so long, we ate both breakfast and lunch before parting ways. I’m usually a listener, you know? I know people see me in videos and think I’m crazy and loud 24/7, but I’m honestly usually the shy quiet kid sitting in the corner, people watching, and hoping no one notices me. But when I sat in that diner…I couldn’t shut up. It’s like she was pulling words out of me. I felt very…comfortable.”

Colby looked to be thinking about something for a moment, a soft smile on his face. “This video is partially for her and partially for you guys. I wanted to be able to introduce her before she just randomly started showing up in pictures or in videos. I didn’t want rumors about me ‘maybe’ dating her. I kind of wanted to spill my guts and talk about her to you guys because she’s the most important person in my life. And she doesn’t let me dote on her much, so I figured this was a good way to get it all out” he couldn’t help but smile. “I know you guys are going to love her. I know it. And I know she already loves all of you. It’s going to take her some time to get used to all of the attention, but I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to share her with you.”

“Y/n.” He faced the camera, speaking directly to her. “It would be impossible to list all of the things you’ve changed in my life. I know it sounds sappy as shit, but when poets say weird stuff like ‘the trees just looked different after meeting her’ I get it, now. It makes total sense to me. It’s like you reached down deep to the worst parts of me, shined a light on them, and loved me anyways…and I will never be able to actually explain how much I love you…But I will spend the rest of my life trying.”

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader #colby brock fluff #colby brock oneshot

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bapyess1r · 4 years

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Head Over Heels

4. Head Over Heels

Joe’s POV

I stared at the Bob Marley lighter, twiddling it between my fingers. Now and then I’d look at the girl’s number and smile. I quite liked her. “Samira…” I read aloud as I ran my thumb across her number.

“Joe boy!” My friend Craig snapped his fingers in front of my face, yanking me out my trance. I looked up at his joyful, gap toothed smile and snickered as Mark slapped a heavy hand on me shoulder, letting out a deep, guttural laugh. After Mark and I left McMullen’s, we met up with another mate at another pub. This one was a bit more fun; cornhole, table tennis, giant chess, giant jenga. Of course we went! And I was having a great time until we sat down for a breather and I started thinking about Samira. “Mate, this girl has you whipped huh?” He asked.

When I thought about it, she kinda did have me spinning. I smiled thinking about her dark coily hair and her eyes and the shape of her lips when she cracked a smile. I felt the warm n’ fuzzies! It was not at all natural to my habits to be this whipped but she made me wanna get used to it.

“What was her name again, bruv?” Mark asked.

“Samira.” I said quite proudly. I deserved a fucking gold star for that one I tell ya!

“So! You got a girl’s number! Stop gawkin’ at the number and start drinkin’!” Craig chimed in, grabbing his beer and chugging easily. I smirked and picked up my own pint. I was so bolloxed that I could barely hold the glass up to begin with. But still I clinked glasses with my friends and down my entire beer in one sit.

“I’m ready fer liquor now- oi, waiter! Might I get… a bottle o’ whiskey, please.” I said, stopping a waitress as she skipped by. I had so many feelings about this. Not only did I get a girl’s number, I had real feelings for her. It’s worrying because…. “Who would like a bloke like me, eh?” I thought aloud again, staring into my glass.

“Mate, not this again-” Craig started up.

“Alright look bruv, do you like her?” Mark asked, shushing up our friend.

“Aye….”

“And you wanna see her again, yeah?”

“Yeah, I do, mate.”

“And you have her number?”

“For fucksake, mate, yes!”

“So then pick up the bloody phone and god damn call her!” He shouted, snapping his fingers in my face.

“Honestly, Joe, she wouldn’t have given you her number if she didn’t like ya.” Craig added. I took a long sigh and stared at my feet for a moment.

“I’ve gotta get super drunk fer that first, mate! She uh….. She’s very uh….”

“My god…. she makes you nervous-” I groaned and waved him off as the waitress arrived with my whiskey. Immediately, I twisted the cap and chugged a lot of it. “She does! She makes ya nervous!”

“Okay so what!? I’m gonna call her- I just…. I dunno what on earth I’m gonna say to her.” I sighed, shaking my head. The alcohol was starting to take effect and gravity seemed to almost defy me in every way.

“Just say you wanna do brekkie in the mornin’.” Craig said, gulping down the last of his pint. I nodded my head, sipping my whisky bottle like a soda.

“I’mna do it, mate….. I’ve gotta do it, innit?” I said, trying my best to work myself up to the challenge. I stood up to get my balance back and drunkenly hopped over the railing that closed us in. I grabbed my bottle and unlocked my phone as I walked down the street of the quiet town.

“Good luck, bruv!” Mark shouted making me laugh a bit.

I typed in the number from the back of the lighter and let my finger hover over the call button. I had to do it…. there was only but so many times I can meet someone and push them away. I had to try… With a deep breath and a swig of liquid courage, I called her. My heart raced as I anticipated hearing her voice on the other end.

“Hello?” The sudden click made my heart stop a moment and at the sound of her voice, my brain went blank. “Hellooo???”

“Oi! Is a….is this Samira?” I asked, snapping myself out of my drunken trance. Then I sighed. “Sorry, that was a um… a dumb question- of course it you. T-This is Joe. Ya smoked a joint wit me on the roof at the pub?” I suddenly started to babble absolute nonsense and I mentally kicked myself for it.

“I’m sorry who?” The voice said. My heart dropped.

“I-I um…...erm…. It’s- I’m soo sorry-”

“I’m fuckin’ with you.” She said with a light airy laugh. I gave a big audible dramatic sigh of relief and took a sip of whisky.

“Jesus! I’m so glad! I’m too drunk to cover me arse right about now…” I chuckled.

“You’re still drinking?” She asked.

“Okay, Judgy McJudgerson!” I joked.

“I’m not judging! I just….. I didn’t think you’d call.”

“Why on earth would I not?” I said sincerely, staring up at the star pierced night sky.

“I dunno…”

“I couldn’t stop t’inkin’ about ya since you left wit yer mates…. I hope that’s not creepy-”

“No! That’s um…. really nice of you. Honestly…” she sounded flattered on the other end and I smiled thinking about her smile.

“So um…. I’m callin’ because erm… I wanted to know if maybe you’d wanna have breakfast wit me tomorrow mornin’ or…. or lunch if you’re not a mornin’ person…. I’m not- but I’d still want to do breakfast… if you wanted to…” There I was, babbling again. “I could show you around town if you’d like….”

“Sure! That sounds nice, Joe.”

“Yeah? Nice! Then I….can pick you up?”

“Is 11 ok?”

“Brunch time! Sounds perfect…”

“I’ll send the address! I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Yeah of course! And I’ll um….slow down on the drinkin’ then.” I said with a brief chuckle, taking another swig of whisky.

“Are you gonna be okay getting home?” She asked me as I spun around a few times in the street, walking aimlessly as I listened to her voice.

“I t’ink I’ll be alright, love, t’anks.” I laughed, stumbling a bit as I tripped over my feet.

“Hm…. okay. If you need anything let me know-”

“You’re so attentive…” I blurted out in a brief spurt of drunkenness. She gave a small goofy goober laugh and it made me grin from ear to ear as I walked down the street, not even noticing the pothole ahead. I stepped straight in it, losing my footing and stumbling straight into a nearby ditch with a slight holler, head over heels. I didn’t dare let go of my phone though.

“Joe? Joe?! You good over there?” I heard her say from the speaker. I pat my body down to make sure I was still in one piece and laid my head back down with laughter full of embarrassment.

“Yeah, lass, I’m still here. Hope nobody saw that.” I chuckled as I climbed out of the ditch.

“Are you okay?” She giggled.

“Just fine. I fell over but no mud. Just a spot of dirt…” I said looking down at my now completely dirty body. I dusted myself off and wiped my face with my sleeve.

“Alright well….. Honey is currently being annoying and tapping his watch. We’re supposed to be drunkenly watching a movie.” she chuckled.

“Sounds like a blast. I won’t keep ya… Goodnight, Samira.”

“I’ll see you in the morning, Joe.” she said in a rather sweet tone. And with that, she hung up. I punched in the air like an absolute idiot and ran back to my friends. I felt like a weight had been lifted.

“GUYS! GUYS! I’VE DONE IT! I’ve done it, I got a date!” I exclaimed and we began our night of celebration.

Samira’s POV

“Who the bloody hell was that? Callin’ at this hour?” Maura scowled, twisting her long brown hair into a messy bun. Brazil came into the living room from her shower followed by Jooheon just as Maura took a seat opposite me on the couch.

“That was Joe.” I said trying not to seem like I was nervous. The girls mewed cutely and Jooheon of course whined as he followed Brazil to the kitchen to fix himself a sandwich.

“AiYah! Does this guy have any respect for sleepy time hours?” He commented, wincing at the mention of Joe. Brazil rolled her eyes and smacked her lips, pushing his head with her freshly done nails.

“Boy, if you don’t leave that man alone!” She snapped.

“I just don’t want her to get hurt! It’s been a while but Javi’s still fresh. I wanna make sure you take your time, y’know- and we don’t even know this guy to begin with! Maura, back me up here, man! C’mon…” Jooheon replied defensively.

Maura responded in a laidback light, picking at her nails. “I don’t know, Honey. He seems like an alright feller to me. He was nice enough… and cute in like a…. Fashionable hobo kinda way-”

“There’s no way he’s not a hobo-” he retorted pointing at me. I scoffed.

“Jooheon, he is not a hobo!”

“He’s a fucking hobo.” He mumbled to Brazil before taking his sandwich to the dining table and she chuckled a bit at his paranoid nonsense.

“How was it talkin’ with him?” Maura asked. Jooheon groaned in the background but he was heavily ignored.

“He is so fucking funny! Like it should be a sin to be as funny as he is. And he’s very sweet. He’s got this romantic side to him from what I could tell over the phone… He’s just a dork and it’s precious as fuck-”

“Buuut?” Brazil added, pulling a box of tea from the cabinet.

“..... I’m not ready to trust anyone like that again yet.” It frightened me, falling in love again. I was with Javi for so long and I thought I grew as a person throughout our relationship. Unfortunately, I was a complete idiot the entire time. I’m still the same piece of trash I was in high school. I was anxious and I was tired. Mostly nervous about breakfast with Joe. I don’t even know what to say to him… He’s kinda intimidating but such a marshmallow at the same time. I couldn’t let myself get wrapped up in something serious.

“So let him know that and take it slow. You are the one in control of this experience.” She said, filling up her massive water bottle.

“And take it slow slow. Like waaay slow-” Jooheon interjected with a mouthful of sandwich.

“Christ, Honey! She’s not a nun!” Maura chuckled looking up from her phone. Once again, she and Jooheon began their bickering. If I didn’t know them, I’d mistake them for a married couple. It suddenly became too much and I stood with a stretch and a yawn.

“OKAY guys!” I shouted above them, causing them to quiet. “I’m going to sleep. I have a date in the morning…” With that, I briskly walked down the dark colored hardwood floor hallway into my room and shut my door, locking it behind me with a fierce need to be alone.

Author’s Note: I just wanna say I’m really sorry for the ridiculously long hiatus lol I haven’t been doing very well here and I’m trying my best to work on myself. Hopefully my brain block doesn’t last this long again and I can keep bringing you content! Please keep reading 💖

#joe gilgun fanfic #joe gilgun #proinsias cassidy x reader #proinsias cassidy #rudy wade x reader #rudy wade

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lihikainanea · 5 years

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Tiger slipping in a small headspace traveling with Bill. She isn’t speaking much, and when she does, it’s very quiet. She tries to stay focused but she becomes fuzzy headed. He pokes her when they’re finally in the air, her in the window and him in the middle. She started to get anxious about how far up they were, something that never bothered her before, and he just held her, thankful they had the fancy bed like chairs. “You’re safe, I got you.” He puts on the TV and they watch dumb cartoons

Nani, oh my god. Come hug me, boo.

Real talk, I get super small when I travel. Every single time. Because I love to travel and it brings me peace, but I still have a family back home that I leave behind and when I’m gone I’m gone for awhile. Plus, I fall in love with every single place I go to and leaving it hurts this smol fragile heart of mine, because I’m a soft pile of goober mush. Always have been. But I also get pretty small as soon as someone starts to take care of me--and for as much as I travel, I have somehow always managed to get an amazing cabin crew. I am lucky--so, so lucky--that I mostly fly in business class because I tend to fly for over 10 hours every time and I need to go right to work when I’m off the plane, so they spoil me with a good seat. And I cannot tell you--when you sleep in a mosquito net suspended from the ceiling for like 14 days or you’re delirious with typhoid in a mud hut in the amazon or you have literally been working for 49 hours straight without a rest...I cannot tell you how good it feels sometimes to step on that plane and see a chair that reclines into a bed. And to have a few people welcoming you on board, serving you your first hot meal in a month, asking you if you’d like another blanket, taking your plate away and removing the utensils from your hand when you fall asleep on your tray, tucking another blanket around you...it’s just all very, very comforting.

So this ask--I feel this shit in my soul. God nani, I love this so much. And I love that tiger is totally overwhelmed about something minimal, something that normally wouldn’t bother her--because that’s exactly the type of thing that would happen when you’re feeling a bit small. And Good Dude Bill, he doesn’t fret over why she’s freaking out over something that never normally upsets her--because he knows. And he just wants to kiss his Little Human all over.

And because I’m trying to not be so long winded about answers anymore (FAIL ALREADY, LEILANI), and because their dialogue is escaping me a bit at the moment, let’s get some practice in.

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A warm hand wrapped around your knuckles, slender fingers tucking around your own and pulling them from where you had been gnawing on your fingernails.

“You’re okay, kid,” he said lowly, lifting your hand to his mouth and kissing it gently, “You’re safe here. With me.”

You looked to him with wide eyes as he stroked his thumb over your hand, your eyes flitting nervously to your lap and then back out the window.

“I know that,” you mumbled, “I’m not a nervous flyer.”

His hand left yours, trailing up your arm before looping around your shoulders and pulling you more towards him.

“No,” he kissed your temple and left his lips pressed there, “but you’re a small one today, aren’t you?”

He felt you stiffen, and his thumb stroked your shoulder.

“We had a really good day yesterday, didn’t we?” he purred, and you nodded but it was tight and nervous.

“Tiger, it’s okay,” he soothed, but his words were lost when the engines kicked in with a roar and you jumped.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, scrubbing a frustrated hand down your face and scooting closer to the window.

“Oh no you don’t, come here kid,” and he pulled you back into his side. As the plane gained speed he reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours on his lap as his other hand scratched above your ear.

“You’re safe tiger,” he leaned in close, kissing your cheek as you stared out the window.

“Bill this is really high--” your eyes were getting wider the more the plane climbed, but a big hand reached out, gently shut your window blind and tilted your chin towards him.

“And now we’re back on solid ground,” he smiled gently at you, and you looked at him gratefully. You pressed into his side, leaning your head on his chest.

“Are you okay? he murmured, as he toyed with your fingers. You nodded lightly.

“Foggy,” you admitted, “A little jumpy, but okay. Can you uh...can you stay close?”

“Of course, kid,” he popped the armrest up so you could cuddle more into his side, pressing his leg into yours and covering you both with the blanket. But a hard object in his pocket dug into your leg, and you tapped at it curiously. It let out a light clink and you looked up at him, confused.

“I smuggled a tomato juice on the plane for you so you wouldn't have to wait for the cart,” he whispered deviously, and the sentence no sooner left this mouth that your eyes went wide and you poked at his leg, trying to dig it out from his pocket.

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patton-kitty-squad · 5 years

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Touch-Starved Deceit (Pt. 3!)

Hey, I’ve been feeling anxious again, so I decided to take some new advice and write to distract myself from my anxiety.

Warning: Sleeping in the same bed, implied self-harm, referenced drug use, people judging others on their past, food mention, spider mention, and people thinking Virgil and Dee are together. (tell me if I missed something!)

Ships: Remile, platonic or romantic Anaceit, DLAMP?

Summary: Thanksgiving at Emile’s with Virgil and family Dee hasn’t seen in years; Dee and Patton decorating for Christmas (and decorating the Tree with the others)

(For those that are outside of the US, Thanksgiving is basically where we get together with family and gorge ourselves on food because we killed a lot of Native Americans. Yay, America!)

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Dee stares at Remy for a long time, shocked

Remy is staring Dee with the biggest grin on his face.

Emile is confused, looking back and forth between them.

and Virgil is regretting coming to this Thanksgiving ohgodthisisawkward-

Then Emile finally speaks up, “You know each other?”

Remy opens his mouth, but Dee beats him to it, “I thought I was gonna jump off a bridge.”

awkward silence for a while,

Then Virgil coughs.

Emile turns to the emo-looking guy.

And Dee just hopes- prays- that he doesn’t immediately judge Virgil please just assume I’m making good choices now-

“Oh! DeeDee didn’t tell me he was bringing a friend!”

and Virgil just bursts out laughing at the nickname, Remy chokes on his drink and tries not to laugh.

Safe to say that Emile likes him

Because it’s only Wednesday, and they don’t want to spend two hours making a meal, they order some Chinese food.

Emile is telling how he and Remy met when Remy went to pick up his friend Elliot from Therapy.

Dee tells a story about how one year they had a dog staying with them that ate the turkey.

Virgil doesn’t have a lot of stories to tell, but he tells one where the people he was staying with burnt the turkey so they went out to eat.

Remy confesses that before he met Emile he didn’t have Thanksgiving- at least not to the extent that the Picanis did.

Soon they’re heading to bed.

Picani tries to take the couch so that Virgil has a bedroom to sleep in, but Dee just says he can sleep in the bed while he sleeps on the floor.

(Virgil isn’t happy about it, but Dee just drags him to the bedroom)

They’re getting ready for bed when Dee remembers that he has that huge sleeve of the scale tattoos on his left arm.

And when he looks over at Virgil, he’s surprised by the scars up and down his arms.

Virgil looks over before looking away.

Dee doesn’t say anything, just takes off the shirt, looking at his arm where the track marks* still are.

Virgil looks over.

“Three years.” Dee just whispers.

“Two years,” Virgil replies.

They don’t say anything else, but Virgil scoots far enough for Dee to slid into the bed.

The next day it’s pure chaos.

Dee and Virgil have enough time to get ready and to start helping with Dinner.

But by noon the house is filled with people.

Dee is nervous because he hasn’t seen some of these people since he was a kid and others since he was sixteen.

Emile would keep him busy though.

It wasn’t until three when the all the food (but the turkey) was done he really got to interact with people.

He said hi to kids, and greeted his grandmother, who was very happy to see him.

“Are you still dating Ethan?”

“No, Grammy, I haven’t seen him in three years.

“Good. I like this new boy much better.”

At first, he’s confused because ‘what boy?’

then he looks around and sees Virgil sitting with one of his uncles, holding one of the kids.

He quickly corrects his grandmother.

next Remy is pulling him over to meet his mother.

And she’s such a sweetheart, really.

He’s having a conversation with one of his cousins when he feels a tap on his shoulder.

it’s one of his aunts on his dad’s side. (the Karen of the family, if you will)

“You shouldn’t be around kids with your addiction.”

Dee just blinks at her, then looks over at his cousin who shrugs.

“Because you did drugs, you’re addicted.”

Dee is mad because this woman, who he hasn’t spoken to since before he was 15, somehow thinks it’s her problem.

He opens his mouth to talk to her, but it’s surprisingly Virgil who speaks up.

“Hey, who are you to judge him? You’re on your third glass of wine in the last hour.”

She just turns bright red and stomps off.

Then it’s dinner time, and Dee is sitting in between Emile and Virgil, eating his food as the others are talking.

It’s a pretty calm day after that, the others slowly leaving.

the only others that are still there by nine pm are Remy’s mother and his sister, who are going to be staying the night.

They all go home in the morning, Emile sending them all home with leftovers.

Dee promises to visit soon.

He and Virgil are in the car going home when Virgil brings up the facebook account.

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up your past or anything.”

Dee doesn’t answer for a moment before saying, “You were just worried, right?”

Nothing else was said during the trip.

It’s now the first of Christmas, and everyone is out of the house beside him and Patton.

He came out to get some food after not eating something since two am when he got home.

He sees Patton in the kitchen with a Christmas garland.

“Ah- Dee, can you help me with something? I need to put this up, but I’m a little afraid of doing it without someone’s help.”

“Sure, what do you want me to do?”

“Just hold the stepladder and make sure that I don’t fall please.”

And Dee does, watching as Patton is setting up the garland.

He’s staring off into space when he hears Patton Screech.

“Spider! Spider, spider, Spider!”

Without thinking, Dee is pulling Patton off by hugging his hips and tugging him down.

Patton’s clinging to him and refusing to go back up to finish the garland.

So Dee took over (over taking care of the spider)

That’s how Dee got pulled into Christmas Decorating for the first time since he was seventeen.

Around Six the other three got back, a real- a real- Christmas tree and some Thai food with them.

Patton is setting up the stand for the tree when Dee realized that he liked hanging out with them.

He also noticed how much closer the others are to each other, even Virgil.

He’s about to go hide in his room after he finished his meal when Roman pulls him over to the tree, ornaments in hand.

Logan is helping Virgil put the gold and silver garland on the tree while Patton is pulling out old ornaments.

It seems like each ornament has a story, and Patton remembers all of them.

Dee puts up a rocking horse ornament.

(No one knows, but Patton snapped a picture and later gets it printed out. It’s the first picture of Dee any of them has.)

That night they end up falling asleep with It’s A Wonderful Life playing in the background.

Here’s the third part! It took a little bit, but I got it out. If you want to, please help me out with what ship should be the end game. You can pick multiple ships, or just one, or even message that account to say if you want them to have a three-way relationship.

Requests/Asks about this AU are always open.

*When you inject heroin and/or IV drugs into your systems for a while, it can leave Track Marks Scars. (Dee is no longer a drug addict, and has been sober for three years and counting. To add to that, Virgil hasn’t self-harmed in two years.)

It’ll be a while until the next part is up, as I have another story featuring Deceit I want to put up :)

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dopescotlandwarrior · 5 years

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West Bound

Claire Beauchamp is leaving Boston and moving her surgical practice and horses to Arizona. Jamie Fraser is a world-class champion who leads Claire back to a passion she gave up when the wrong man said I love you. Trouble finds Claire in the cut-throat, competitive sport of the equestrian but she has Jamie, Angus, and Rupert behind her.

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Chapter One

Driving across the country alone can be daunting, especially if you are a young woman alone, pulling two horses. When Claire decided to escape Boston and move out west she planned meticulously, analyzed her vehicle and trailer options, and found the most suitable barn once she arrived. She sold her brownstone fully furnished. The only possessions going with her were her clothes, tack, and horses. She also purchased a new cowboy hat and a new pair of sexy sunglasses. She looked at her tight jeans and western shirt, put her hat and glasses on, and decided by the time she reached Arizona they would feel like a second skin. She still had trouble walking in anything less than a three-inch heel but that would come with practice.

Yesterday she turned the keys of her surgical practice over to the new owners without a second thought. Same with closing on her home last week for a cool 1.8 million cash. There was no sentimental pull or sadness. She felt utterly detached from her home of twenty-five years. Whatever made her feel so cold inside she hoped would be cured in Arizona. The last item on her list was to load the horses and get on the road. It was four o’clock in the morning.

Claire carried her grooming and wrapping bucket into the first stall and was greeted with a horse hug from Fred. She paused and hugged him coo’ing about their adventure. Fifteen minutes later she got the same hug from Ginger and got busy brushing, braiding, and wrapping tail and legs. “Don’t you two look fancy!” She led Fred to the trailer and walked him up the ramp and snapped him in. He was overjoyed at the heap of hay in the feeder and started eating. Next came Ginger up the ramp, a little more nervous but Claire was gentle and reassuring. With everything stowed Claire pulled out of the stables for the last time.

She loved this truck, a full-sized Ram with a matching trailer. The luxury interior package included ergonomic seats, blue tooth in the steering wheel, navigation, rear video, interior trailer video, and a bunch of stuff she had not found yet. All on voice command. “Change to interior video.” Claire watched Fred and Ginger munch on their breakfast. “You guys look happy. Here we go.”

She would drive for twelve hours stopping for 30 minutes to let the horses out at mid-day. She had reservations for each night at a B&B that also rented stalls and came recommended by her equestrian association for safety. Fred and Ginger were very special horses that were trained for therapy. Chosen for their docile and loving nature they were among the first group of horses trained at the equestrian therapeutics Institute. “And I’m taking them to Arizona,” she said with a giggle.

Claire had romanticized the first sunrise of her new life seeing the light coming up on a sleeping city as she barreled down the freeway. Reality is sometimes disappointing as commuters swarmed her on all four sides making her head whip between her mirrors and the video trying to negotiate each lane change. She saw her exit coming up fast and had two death-defying lanes to cross and no friendly commuters to allow her to move over. She was covered in sweat but made the exit and took a deep calming breath. “Holy shit.”

The drive became much easier once she was out of commuter traffic. She set the cruise control, popped in a CD and opened her window. “interior video,” all she saw was horse teeth as Ginger was tasting the little camera above her head. “What a goofball.”

Claire gripped the steering wheel when she pulled into the B&B. She was so tired she almost fell out of the truck when the door opened. She hurried to register and get the horses out of the trailer. It was a beautiful property with ample outdoor lighting. The owners offered her use of the arena and Claire was grateful. Once both were inside she closed the gate and clapped her hands sending them both speeding, bucking, and snorting around the large arena. Claire laughed at the high tails and swinging heads, pure horse happiness after a long stressful day. Ginger loped up to her and spread frothy goobers down her face. “Ew, Jesus Ginger!”

Once Fred and Ginger were safe in their stalls with food and water Claire got to her room, grabbed a robe and towel and headed for a hot shower. The soap smelled heavenly, the water was soft and Claire started to relax. Then the lights went out and the water turned ice cold. She shrieked trying to find the faucets in the dark to turn the water off. Groping for the towel, then her robe, then the door handle. She saw little emergency lights along the hall. Thank God she thought as she shivered down the hall looking for her room. She bumped into the manager in the hall and he used a flashlight to help her find her room. He pointed to a battery-operated light on the desk and she had enough light to find the bed. Fatigue pulled her to a blissfully dreamless sleep. At three o’clock in the morning, the power came back on and her room lit up with multiple lamps. She turned them off quickly and jumped back in bed squeezing her eyes shut and waiting. “Damn it! I really need a few more hours,” she whined.

The safety locks snapped down on the trailer doors, horses were brushed and re-wrapped and the Dodge roared to life. Claire was tired but anxious to put another two states behind her. She had one hour of unimpeded travel before the swarms of commuters came from all directions. Traffic slowed to a crawl for ten miles and finally opened up for normal speeds. She set the cruise, turned up the music, opened her window and felt the first pang of…what? Loneliness, sadness, loss, yearning? She couldn’t decide so she turned the music up louder, checked the video, and pushed the petal. Why not? She never had a speeding ticket in her twenty-five years. She was due. She set the cruise at 75 and sang to the music. She felt absolutely wicked speeding down the highway and hadn’t noticed the speed limit postings were 75 MPH.

Another B&B, another early rise to load the horses and another long highway stretched before her. She saw the signs to Phoenix on the fourth day and let out a whoop! Followed by Fred kicking the trailer sides in protest. She turned the interior video on and blew kisses to her favorite couple. “We are almost home you guys!”

Mid-afternoon she followed the exit to Mesa and headed East. Traffic was light and she looked at the buildings along the highway. She wondered if she would travel this highway a lot in the future. She flew through Mesa and finally saw her exit to Ironwood Drive. Her navigation turned her North for seven miles. She was so ready to put the horses up in their new home and then find a hotel for the night. This was the only night she didn’t prebook because she could easily find lodging for herself. She decided to find something with a huge bathtub and a full room service menu. She couldn’t wait.

She drove into the foothills and gasped at the sight in the rearview mirror. The valley floor spread out beneath her and she wondered what that must look like at night. There was desert all around her, exotic and beautiful. Tall Saguaro cactus loomed above her showing two and three arms raised in greeting she thought. Her heart was pounding as she turned into Fraser Equestrian. The place took her breath away and she stopped to just look at the multiple paddocks and pastures, deep green against the desert brown. New foals were sticking close to their mothers, and horses in the adjoining pen straining to see and smell. She pulled up the long drive and pulled next to the main barn. It was white with forest green trim and she counted twenty stall doors along one side with horses peering out half doors to look at her. It was glorious and a fitting home for Fred and Ginger.

“Good afternoon!” Claire turned to see two men walking toward her. They offered their hand to her and she shook them smiling.

“I am Claire Beauchamp, I have rented two stalls for my guys here.” They looked at the two rumps in the trailer and smiled.

“I’m Rupert and this is Angus. C’mon lets see where Jaime has put ya.” Claire followed. She spoke to Jaime Fraser on the phone from Boston and thought him friendly but a bit aloof. The bur from these two men sounded like him, so they were probably from the same area of Scotland. They walked the length of the barn without finding Jaime. The large board near the office had her name on two stalls where she was escorted.

“No, this is not what we agreed to! I rented two stalls that had doors to the outside, not interior stalls, and they have to be together.” Claire was overtired and getting upset. She wanted to be friendly but she just didn’t have it in her. Rupert suggested putting the horses up for the night and Jaime would figure it out tomorrow. Claire was too tired to argue and went to fetch Fred and Ginger from the trailer. Rupert watched her walk away with interest. He whistled low, appreciating the tight jeans, long legs, and champion ass.

“Can I help ye lass?” Claire gratefully accepted Rupert’s offer to lead Ginger to her stall.

“We can feed them tonight, what do they get?” Claire eased Fred down the ramp.

“They both get two flakes and a scoop of grain” she called. Rupert walked in a zigzag and noticed Ginger’s nose stayed three inches from his right shoulder. “Yer a good lassie, aye?”

When Claire walked Fred into his stall there was already grain and hay waiting for him. She leaned against him and dropped her head on his back. He moved into her and waited like he would with a child or challenged adult.

“I love you, Fred.”

Claire pulled out of the equestrian center and asked Siri for the closest hotel. The fourth motel Siri directed her to was as run down and frightening as the first three. Her fatigue was mounting and she did not know what to do. It was late and she just couldn’t drive anymore. She headed back to the center and curled up in the corner of Fred’s stall with a blanket. The wood chips smelled new and she was out in seconds. She dreamed of dancing with him in his shiny shoes and impeccable suit. He expertly twirled her around the dance floor. She felt graceful and adored, with her skirt flowed up her legs as he spun her.

“Hey!”

Claire’s head snapped up and she saw Fred startle at the loud noise. She tried to focus at the man coming into Fred’s stall.

“C’mon lass, this is no place to sleep, for a human anyway. Are ye doctor Beauchamp?”

Claire shook her head and blinked hard. Too many nights with little sleep made her groggy and weak. She stood up holding her blanket in front of her. She looked like a scared little girl and her first step pitched her forward landing in strong warm arms. She looked up at the face attached to those arms. “Wow,” came as a whisper followed by her hand clamped tight against her mouth.

“I, I’m sorry, yes I’m Dr. Beauchamp and this is Fred who is my horse and I couldn’t find a suitable hotel and Fred said I could bunk with him tonight.” Her last sentence was an effort to speak and she looked back at the corner she slept in and started moving toward it. Those annoying arms stopped her and she looked at him sharply.

“Alright lass, ye sleepin on my couch tonight.” He pulled her along and closed the stall taking her blanket. He stopped to make a note on the board and Claire sunk into a corner and closed her eyes. She was asleep before he turned around.

“Wait just a second lass, ye canna sleep there either.” He pulled Claire to her feet among strong protests and guided her out of the barn and into his golf cart.

“I’ll have ye wrapped and snug in two minutes Dr. Beauchamp.” He drove toward the house and felt her head come down on his shoulder. She was unconscious and Jaime chuckled.

“You musta left Boston with the devil chasin ye lass.” The house was set away from the center on a beautiful lawn of green grass with lights along the tiered walkway. He lifted Claire against his chest and carried her into the house. He pulled the blanket up to her chin and she snuggled down into it. “Thank you, mister, um, mister.” Jaime smiled at her. Noticing her long black hair tangled into her fingers he pulled her hand away and gently pulled the hair out.

“Well then, you’re a beautiful girl doctor Beauchamp, alone in the Arizona desert. What has someone done to make ye run so far?” Jaime estimated her sleep deprivation would keep her down at least until he woke up with the dawn. He climbed the wide circular staircase pulling off his shirt as he walked into his bathroom. He stripped the rest of the way and turned the knobs that shot warm water out of three heads. He stood still and let the hot water release his muscles and back. He thought about that beautiful face asleep on his couch. A doctor from Boston. He was very intrigued. He slipped into sweats and a t-shirt and stood at the railing of his upstairs loft looking down at her. He eventually dropped his body into his king-sized bed and barely threw the quilt up before he passed out.

Claire’s eyes popped open at five o’clock in the morning. Her surroundings confused her at first and then she remembered the owner catching her asleep in Fred’s stall. “I am an idiot,” she said quietly. She folded the extra blanket and pulled out a note pad from her purse to say thank you. Then she crept quietly to the door to slip out but the open door tripped the alarm bells which were loud enough to wake the dead, and Fraser, who flew down the stairs and punched in the code for quiet.

“Jesus H Roosevelt Christ! I am so sorry Mr. Fraser, I didn’t think, I didn’t want, …” Claire hoped she would evaporate in her misery but she was still there. She just looked down and shook her head.

Jaime took the opportunity to notice her long legs, long arms, and long hair, then looked up to her eyes as she lifted her head. He was stuck and staring at the most gorgeous eyes he had ever seen. They were the color of good whiskey and rimmed with dark brown making them look beautiful and exotic. He recovered quickly and tried to make Claire feel better.

“Tis fine lass had to get up now anyway. Would you like some coffee before you leave?” Take the coffee, please, he thought. I like lookin at ye and yer too rattled to drive.

“Another time perhaps, I’m sorry about the alarm and thank you for the rescue last night. Goodbye, Mr. Fraser.”

Jaime chuckled, at the slamming door. He watched her run for the barn and admired the backside of her not seen before. Her application to rent two stalls described her horses as therapeutic and gave impressive training credentials. It would be a pleasant change to have a nice lady doctor with docile horses for a change. He was sick of the cut-throat competition equestrians inspired, including his girlfriend. He picked up his cell phone. “Laoghaire my darlin where ye been? Ye have a show this weekend and ye horse needs some work. Call me.” He dropped the phone thinking about his blonde lass with cherry cheeks and a body to stop a mack truck. Put her in a tight riding jacket and the judges soon forget why they were there. It’s a good thing, she hasn’t been able to ride out of a paper bag lately.

#outlander fanfic outlander fanfiction Jamie and Claire

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palettepainter · 5 years

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I read your headcanon for brandi and xinith(loved it 💘), but I wanted to know if this means kelly is half siren half cat?

I’m still trying to work out Kelly and her character, on one hand I love stereotypical bid bad bully characters such as Brandi since they have a lot of potential to have great storylines and backstories. Please note that the ideas that I write in this are simply that, ideas, none of these are set in stone as of yet. And yes! Kelly does have some siren abilities since she her mother comes from a long family line of sirens. Also thanks! I’m glad you like them!

-Brandi, through out her highschool years at ZPA, never really did feel any sort of romantic attachment to any of her many lovers. Many of her relationships ended in either a heated fight or just a blank and blunt ‘I’m breaking up with you’. One of her relationships was with none other then Rusty. The two of them didn’t get together through any kind of romantic feeling of sorts, more through Rusty trying to prove to himself he most certainly didn’t have feelings for a particular deer..not at all. The two go so far with this love thing they move in together to make it look more ‘real’. Their relationship is snarky, filed with trash talk - but the two become some what friends…okay maybe less of enemies, friend is a strong word. Rusty was the one that brought up the topic of children, he’s finally starting to forget about doe boy, and hey, living was Brandi wasn’t so bad! But then just who is it he bumps into at the grocery store? Autumn! And all his inner feelings and longings for a future he knew he wanted surface, angry, confused and conflicted with emotions he rushes home, leaving a very confused Autumn behind. After some talking and some planning the two have a child, but Brandi is bent on getting a donor. She and Rusty may live together, but she’s not doing it with a man that half the times smells of beer and week old damp socks.

-Little Brandi is brought into the world and is not necessarily abused per say, but the attention given to her is lacking. Rusty had hoped taking care of a child with Brandi would have helped him forget about Autumn, but it feels like betrayal. Brandi, secretly knowing that this whole thing between her and Rusty was going to end soon, does try to keep the marriage together for Kelly’s sake. Her parents break up was devastating for her and Xinith, even if it was expected. Brandi’s plan to keep whatever kind of relationship between her and Rusty comes to a sudden end when Rusty just up and leaves: No note no nothing. He left when Kelly was only two, so she doesn’t remember ever having Rusty in her life, and Brandi doesn’t plan on telling her any time soon. Brandi swears on that day on giving her daughter the life of a princess! A life only SHE could be worthy of! She didn’t NEED that yellow mut in her life! She only needed her! Pagents and fashion shows soon become Kelly’s routine as a child. As a child Kelly is actually very nerdy and goofy, all ears and fring pulled into a ponytail with a pretty pink clip. Since Rusty walked out on her and Brandi Kelly was sheltered more so then the other students by teachers and staff to make sure she was okay and she felt safe and supported. She quickly gets bullied for the attention and soon looks to her mother, she sets herself on being cool, to fit in, and the bullying soon stops

-Kelly does have a farther and I’ve been debating over who it should be, but I think I have a good idea down of who it could be - I read a story about them on Wattpad and I kinda become hooked on the whole nerd x pretty gurl quality too it. Any info on this character and your own headcannons for them are appreciated!

Kelly’s dad is Jessie, as far as I am aware that is his name, he’s the yellow cat in this:

Jessie is a artistical phenomenon in action movie edits and stunts, despite his rather squishy and dorky looks he’ s very outspoken and enjoys happily rambling about his opinions and thoughts. Jessie currently works in the film industry alongside close work partners and ZPA friends Vince and Lenny. Jessie had an enormous dorky crush on Brandi, if his said crush wasn’t the popularity queen at ZPA he would have gladly marched up to them and asked them out…but Brandi WAS the popularity queen. During the time in which Brandi and Rusty where hitting bumpy parts of the road in their relationship Brandi finally gets the courage to walk up to her and ask how she’s doing - although dismissive and blunt at first the two end up chatting, and Brandi learns this nerd may not be soooo bad. The two end up chatting privately online, Brandi would never admit it was nice to have a friend who didn’t really judge her for her thick waist or how the pink she was wearing was so outdated. After Rusty leaves she kinda just…okay she breaks down and sobs like an emotional goober and hugs Jessie so tightly the poor fella probably lost the will to breath a few times. Too many break ups have left Brandi emotional and she just needed someone to hug

-Jessie helps Brandi get back on her feet after the break up, and within a few months Brandi already has a better attitude on life, and a great job! She now works as a model for hire, showing off the latest do’s and dont’s of fashion and living the dream life. Jessie is all to eager to coddle and spoil his only child, and Brandi may have snickered a little at his constant baby talk: ‘Who’s the most fabulous most precious ickle silk furred muffin? Why of course its you!! My ickle star daughter!!’ Brandi still keeps in touch with her one or two rare friends she made within ZPA, but she still tries to keep a far distance from them so she doesn’t turn back into her once snobby and entitled younger self. Jessi permanently moves in with Brandi to further help support her and his daughter, and from there onwards the two have been very happy

-Being half siren from her mothers side Kelly has an expert singing voice, she has the potential to be a brilliant singer if she wants. She is very agile in the water, and can dive quite deep below the surface, not as deep as her mother but certainly deeper then any other girl her age. Growing up without a dad figure in her life Kelly soon learnt to grow up quickly, but she does desperately want the approval of her dad Jessie, she’s just extremely nervous and anxious on how to go about getting it. As a child her dad gave her a lot of games which she excitedly enjoyed and frequently took her to work so that she could watch him do all the special affects. Now grown up Kelly does still love games, but she’s nervous on how her friends at school will view her if she went to being an artistic wanna be game designer/movie maker nerd.

Again, none of this is set in stone, just some notes

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magic5ball · 4 years

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Lucky Pong of PONG CORP

In the Year of our Lord 60,022, fifteen thousand years after the third Dropping of the Bombs, Lucky Pong of the latter day Pongses, 6th Scion of PONG CORP, had a most terrible nightmare. A vision so blasphemous he immediately jumped out of his nest and had his assistant sousaphone the board members- all 1600!- for an emergency meeting in his office at TOP-OF-THE-WORLDTM. The Simians of the Board soared there as fast as they could on genetically implanted wings, pterodactyls, turbosaxes, and all the other wonderful inventions of PONG CORP, to where Lucky Pong, still in his satin nighties, waited for them in the Boardroom.

“Gentleapes, Ladies.” The chimpanzee addressed them before they could so much as scooch in their sitters. “I have called you here in an hour of dire crisis. But first, a PONG CORP brand preyertm!”

The Simians rushed through the preyertm to the Capital, the Free Market, and the Holy PONG CORP, the once and forever true scion of Capital (may it forever guide them).

The ritual complete, Lucky Pong told them of his vision.

“A monstrous, despotic turn of events had occurred! One I had not ever considered possible even in the most absurd of circumstances. Of course I awoke right away, which is why you now all sit before me. Gentleapes, Ladies” Lucky Pong inhaled, the board staring in hushed silence. The idea their beloved CEO could show anything less than pure confidence was absurd to them.

“I had a dream in which PONG CORP did not known everything!”

The simians of the board, unsurprisingly, went apesh!t.

Had their stock NOT been rising exponentially for the past 10,000 years?! Wailed a gorilla.

Had Genghis Pong, Lucky Pong’s own Grandfather, not acquired the rights to Heaven and Hell in a fierce sixty year legal battle?! Howled an orangutan.

The current Pong culled their outrage with a blast from his goober-whistle.

“Ladies and Gentleapes, I chide you now, I chide you! This behavior is what I’d expect from Liberals, not Simians of the Board!”

Still, the Board Members perched in their chairs: eyes covered, so they could see no evil. Ears blotted, so they could hear no evil. Mouths adjourned, so they might not speak evil.

And indeed, they could not see, or hear, or speak evil, because thousands of quarters ago, Lucky Pong’s Great-Great Grandfather Hong Pong had outcompeted evil, forcing it to declare bankruptcy. For the past 1,000 years, it had scraped by as a maintenance worker in Lucky Pong’s toilet-factory.

“AS I WAS SAYING!” Hooted the indomitable CEO, bearing his fangs. “The implications for this are dire. For if I can dream of a place where we do not own everything, then by logical deduction, there must be a place out there that we DO NOT OWN!”

This was, of course, completely ridiculous, even in a world of where monkeys sat in board rooms nattering about market growth. But they did not question, because their brains had at birth been lopped out and replaced with PONG CORP brand Brainztm. These were fortified with a lifetime’s supply of vitamin C and came in over sixty designer colors, but were, in an ironic twist of fate, not particularly good for critical thought. So when the Board saw Lucky Pong quiver, they quivered with him.

The simian CEO took a swig from a pitcher of Earl Grey tap water.

“I request you all look into this matter immediately! Meeting adjourned!”

The board members loped away with their knuckle walks, leaving only the CEO to mull over the ruckus.

. . .

And mull he did, all the way back to his nest-palace, as the sun shone on another PONG CORP brand Dawnetm (Now with more vitamin D!). Oh, how the synapses in his brain fluttered and flackered! So much they sputtered sparks all over the floor.

And by chance, one of them hit a spider, which at the time was busy scrounging for flies on the carpet. The spider let fly a squeal, darting ziggard-zaggard across the carpet…

Right into the dustpan of Freddie, Butler-Domo of PONG CORP.

“What is troubling your mind so, Master Pong?” Instigated the glorified servant. “To stress the lifetime warranty of your magnificent brain?”

“A dream! A terrible dream!” shrieked Pong.

And he lay his pains on Freddie in a most obnoxiously eloquent manner. This was not an unusual experience for Freddie. Unfortunately.

“Well, funny you should mention dreams.” Began that servant. On the terrace, the PONG CORP ZunTM now shone high in the sky. “Because here, in my dustbin, I have a most remarkable creature!”

“Pray tell! Pray tell!” Howled the CEO.

“Observe!” the servant held up the spider. “The glorious DREAM WEAVER!”

The servant released the little arachnid, which, as spiders are wont to do, skittered over to a high wall, and started to weave its’ web.

“Me no concur.” The CEO, scritched his puzzler.

The spider kept to its knitting, uninterested in Pong in a way that perplexed the simian.

“Yes…” said the butler, “But also notice how the Web connects things. And how it holds. Stronger than steel, even!”

Once more, the synapses of Lucky Pong’s cranium sparked erratically. “So with a big enough spider, we could weave a bridge between dreams and reality!” He gripped his butler, motioning dramatically to where the ZunTM shimmered through an open window. “Think of all the worlds we can bring PONGCORP’s glorious LiteTM to! Marvy! Splendiferous!”

“Then we must get cracking, Sir.”

“And crack we shall!” The chimpanzee hooted.

From the nest-palace jetted out millions upon millions of PONG CORP brand pongo-birdsTM, darkening the skies like locusts as they traveled to all reaches of the Earth and its’ moon, issuing a fresh new order from the boss.

While the gene splicers and the chromosome men in R&D handled construction, Lucky Pong of the latter day Pongses, 6th Scion of PONG CORP had to endure the most agonizing burden of all: naming the damned thing. After an hour of spinning in his chair, throwing darts at random letters, he had it.

“AltechTM! The accumulation of all our greatest biotechnology!”

Three generations of PONG CORP low-level employees (a little under a month) later, Lucky Pong, growing anxious, was informed by bumblebee that Project AltechTM was near completion. It just needed his personal touches.

Lucky Pong always hated this part of the process. Whenever he made a new beastie, he would always have to go to the bio-labs, which meant mingling with the proletariat and their hideous mutations. A hazard of his job, he supposed. Still, the moment he saw AltechTM, larger than a football field, soft auburn hair, obsidian pearl eyes; body gently heaving under the weight of the 7D Algae-ChainzTM tethering eight delicate legs, the all-seeing eye of PONG Corp emblazoned on her abdomen; he knew she was the finest thing he’d ever seen emerge from PONG CORP’S dirtied birthing-pools.

She was perfect. And yet…

“Why are the eyes open?” the great CEO interrogated to the High Chief Brainsman, overseer of the project.

“Because spiders don’t have eyelids!”

The Brainsman would have snapped. Of course, he couldn’t splatter so much a syllable before Lucky Pong flung him out for his impudence.

A call for a new Brainsman was in order. But first…

Pongo-birdsTM pecked at Altech’s eyes until the great spider rattled awake.

“AltechTM!” hooted the CEO. “Awaken, my child!”

The spider stared, disinterested in the little monkey. Lucky Pong found this most unnerving, but continued-“

“In our corporation’s time of need, I have created you to spin a web between this world and all the realms of possibility yet to be blessed with PONG CORP’S glory! For a great, horrible injustice is wrought upon our fair business…”

One hour later, the spider was staring at the little monkey as if he had told just told her the secret to the universe was 67.

Lucky Pong snapped his fingers, and the Algae-ChanizTM flew off, clattering to the ground.

“Now- WEAVE!”

But AltechTM did not weave. She didn’t feel like it.

Lucky Pong sighed. Time to be persuasive.

Pulling out his goober-whistle, he breathed through it a loud, shrill, note. This activated the electric eel implanted in AltechTM’s brain, sending a billion volts coursing through her nervous system.

Still, AltechTM did not budge.

Lucky Pong whistled again, and from the hidden corners of the room burst his personal shock jockey troops, brandishing their boomprods. Pong had invested a great deal in this prize, and would not let it slight him so easily. He came prepared.

What he HADN’T prepared for, however, was the great arachnid, simmering, steaming, and finally, EVAPORATEING into the ether, leaving only a small electric eel flopping on the ground.

Everyone stood still, staring at the marvel that had occurred before their eyes.

The great CEO said noting, but seethed in fury as if he would evaporate himself. Lightning bolts shot from his overstressed head.

By the time Lucky Pong had calmed, 99.99% of the staff working on the project had been fired; only a single employee kept on staff to explain the debacle.

“W-well, sir,” quibbled the newly appointed High Chief Brainsman “T-the best I can think of is that it escaped by folding itself into another dimension where the lab doesn’t exist.”

“Bold-ur-DASH! The walls of this facility exist in all seven known dimensions!”

“W-well maybe there’s a-“

Lucky Pong slapped his subordinate, firing him on the spot.

“Villains and Treachery! Sodom and Gomorrah!” he barked all the way back to his nest-palace. Now, on top of everything else, there was a new dimension, on their very plane of existence, one his ancestors had utterly failed to seize the rights to!

He needed a break.

“What tires you, sir?” interrogated Freddie, seeing his master grungle into the nest-mansion.

“AltechTM! My beautiful, glorious, AltechTM! Adrift in the mists! The mists of a new dimension, yet conquered!”

Freddie patted his master on the shoulder. “Worry your head not, sir. The fault is mine. A spider is a PREDATORY organism. You know how those are, too clever; think for themselves. And eight legs! Sooooo many moving parts!”

From a nearby lamp, the servant plucked a leathery brown object.

“This moth, however! Dull! Obedient! Only six legs! But those WINGS! Why, if one were large enough…”

“…A single flap could tear the fabric of possibility! Rockenbach!” Finished the master.

And the pongo-birds filled the sky once more.

. . .

The moth was finished in record time- two weeks!-, which was a very good thing too, because AltechTM was popping back into reality, like an eight legged weasel, tearing PONG CORP oxygen-factories to shreds, shattering PONG CORP ley lines, and stealing away the best of PONG CORP’s think-tanks.

For the first time in millennia, PONGCORP’S stock dropped in value, although the simians of the board (those that had not offed themselves, at least) tried desperately to keep the situation under wraps, to no avail. Many PONG CORP employees, in fact, had cast their lot with the spider, with cults popping up like mushrooms. Yet, as world shattering as this was to the simians of the board, all that Lucky Pong of the latter day Pongses, 6th Scion of PONG CORP, could fixate on was his precious new toy, one that would surely best the villainous spider.

Even as the Lucky Pong and the simians of the board crouched before the Pong’s giant creation, now dubbed the GODMOTHTM, PONG CORP was at war with the spider, dumping Spore-bombsTM by the bushel on it, but to no avail.

“GODMOTHTM!” commanded Lucky Pong, and the dim-witted behemoth opened its’ eyes.

“Am I not your master?” he asked, to which the moth said nothing.

“Well?! Flap your wings, brute! Open the unexplored realms of dream for us, so that we may deliver our glorious brand to the multiverse!”

The moth, of course, complied, and…

The world shook as all across the planet, rifts to realms of dreams, places that might be, and all worlds of possibility were ripped into the fabric of reality.

The GODMOTHTM, in its’ dimness, had opened all possible rifts at once, without consideration of the consequences, because it did not have the capacity to question its’ master.

Apes screamed as they fell into the sky, or from suddenly being turned into a billion sardines, or suffered some other crude fate too gruesome to mention here. And the things that came from these rifts! Some innocent, but others monstrous beyond comprehension. Beings made of stardust and music, capable on murder just by breathing, they flooded into the Earth, bringing the eldritch rules that governed their home worlds with them. In this way the Earth was razed. All the assets, earnings, holdings, yearnings and dreams of PONG CORP shushed out in a great gust of multiversal wind.

Such was the end of Lucky Pong of the latter day Pongses, 6th Scion of PONG CORP.

…But for Altech, it was only the beginning. While cross-reality tempests scarred the 3rd dimension, the great spider waited in the bowels of the 8th, carrying the sad remnants of PONGCORP’S best and brightest on her back. Remnants that included, by chance, Freddie, former Butler-Domo of PONG CORP.

For immeasurable time beyond time, the GODMOTHTM flapped its’ wings, but eventually, it tired. Hearing the silence of the moth from her hiding spot, Altech finally remerged. And from her back sprang the brilliant minds, servants, and living toilets PONG CORP had cast aside, to repopulate the world, as their savior, using her webs, repaired the borders between the worlds of reality, dream, and everything in between. Her task complete, the spider left to the outer dimensions, where even now she will share her gifts and knowledge with those she deems worthy. As for the moth, it came to rest deep beneath the Earth, in the ruins of the old laboratory where it had been manufactured. And to this day, slumbers there still.

#Monkeys #spider #moth

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Morning Pages #26 (05.02.2017)

Sunday 5th February - 9:02 a.m.

I actually woke up two hours ago, and I know I haven’t written for the past few days, which I regret not just because I slacked off but also because if I had persisted at least with yesterday, then today’s pages would be #27, but they are #26. I had an amazing night yesterday, and the stars would’ve been in alignment if the entry where I go into detail of this amazing time also happened to be #27, a lucky number of mine and my birthday too. I also realise that it’s been exactly a month since I started writing these morning pages, because I started on the 5th of January. So if only this entry had been entry #27!

I had a good excuse for not writing on Friday, and that was because I had to move back to Northcote on Friday, which happened very briskly in the early morning. Last time I wrote, I mentioned that my sleep cycle was thrown out of whack after I moved back to Mill Park and finished up with the theatre show. All at once, there was nothing to keep me occupied, and thus nothing worthwhile enough to get me to leave my bed in the morning. I’d be sleeping in until 10 or 11 a.m., eating breakfast at 1 in the afternoon, and dinner at 10 or 11 in the evening and then - because I’ve eaten so late - I’d start to fall naturally to sleep at 1 a.m. again and it just became an exhausting cycle of pathetic, unemployed failure. But moving back here has once again, given me something to live for. The cats rely on me to wake up at a reasonable hour and feed them, and because I’m up, I can write my morning pages too. I just didn’t on Friday because I had to get here by 11 a.m., and because school’s started up again, I had nobody to drive me. I packed my suitcase and my backpack and just carried all my stuff to Northcote. It was relatively easy, aside from the heat. I only packed a weekend’s worth of clothes anyway. Actually, I packed a few options, because I was seeing Evan on Saturday night, last night, and I always need some options for dates, otherwise I just get nervous. Then again, the options can also make me more nervous too. Because I’ll always leave the house asking myself if I’m wearing the right thing, if I could be wearing something better. I left the house last night wearing my baggy black and white striped top, a pencil skirt and stockings, and my black formal boots. And ammi’s big, burgundy coat with the massive pockets. It was 37 degrees during the day yesterday so the coat wasn’t too practical. It was more just about having pockets, so that I didn’t need to carry a bag instead.

I had a really lovely time last night. Evan called me on Thursday and we organised to catch up Saturday night, in Northcote at 7 p.m.. We ate at Lentils in Thornbury and then just went for a walk up High St, ended up at Westgarth Station, and then ended up at Dennis. From there, we walked to this park whose name I just looked up this morning: Johnson Park. It was this small rectangular block of land with a very neat layout, well-defined garden beds and pathways, and a picnic area with a sizeable playground. We goofed around a bit with the play equipment, went back and forth on the monkeybars and climbed the very very tiny rockwall, and then we just sat down on this little platform and talked for what was definitely three or so hours, perhaps longer. If we had dinner at 7 and the first time I checked my phone at the park was 9:30, and we left at ten to 1 a.m., then we were most definitely there for a while. We have a lot in common, I feel. Most of the time, we spoke about music and clothes, growing up and all the things we enjoyed as children. We spoke about food and books at the restaurant, and we made a lot of jokes. He’s very animated with his body. I wasn’t surprised when he told me that he tries to emulate Will Smith in Fresh Prince, because not only is his haircut was pretty reminiscent of teenage Will, - and the shirt he was wearing last night also had a similar pattern and colour scheme to teenage Will’s preferences - but his joviality and humour and the way he walks and talks, the way he makes jokes and the exaggeration of his limbs...he shares the lovable goofiness of Will Smith’s character. He has the ears for it too, I’m sorry I just have to say. He told me I have a beautiful smile at one point (which made me smile and THEN made me self-conscious as all hell about smiling), and then I told him in response to THIS lovely compliment, that he had ears big enough to emulate Will Smith. He’s got a fantastic sense of humour though. I really like him. Fuck. I feel like this is happening way too fast after Ikaros, but I also did not want to say goodbye to Evan last night. Not that I wanted to sleep with him. I mean, we made out for a long time. And it was pretty hot, actually. But last night was also the first night I got to talk to him properly, because when I met him we were too busy dancing and then on our first date, we were busy listening to music. Last night was the first night it felt like we had time enough to really get to know one another. And I did learn a little bit about him, but not enough. Pace yourself, Rue! Yes, I know! We have time enough to get to know one another. We’re both nineteen, we’re both nearly twenty, we have time enough to figure out what this is, if it is anything.

There was a lot of staring at each other too, like we were both trying to hold on to what was happening as it was happening. Or we were both just really into each other’s faces. He’s pretty cute. And his hands, goddamn! He has really firm hands and I am really into that. At one point, his hands were on my bare back and I just felt really protected. When I hold his hands, I just feel like this tiny thing that’s being helped up. I don’t know, this wasn’t supposed to sound condescending of myself. Holding his hands and feeling him touch me just made me feel so much more womanly than I otherwise feel. I couldn’t stand it most of the time though, I mean it was borderline too much for me most of the time. At one point, he had a hand on my knee and it was just unexpected and I shivered, I legitimately shivered. When I was on top of him and he was holding me close to him, I felt incredibly attentive, but I kind of also just wanted to bury myself in him. I was very tempted to kiss his neck, but just KISSING him was intimate enough, to be honest with you. Just kissing him felt illicit, so intense and somehow also so gentle. When I was resting my head on his chest and his arms were around me, I don’t know, we had been talking for AGES before that and I just remember thinking the whole time during dinner that what we were doing at the park last night was what I had been looking forward to these past few weeks. He told me that he’s been talking to some of his mates about me and every time he does, he gets really excited. I told him the same. I left out the part where Courtney called him a ‘gobber’, that bitch. I think she meant ‘goober’ maybe. She’s seeing a guy tonight too, Asato, a Japanese photographer she met online.

I can’t wait to talk to Dan about last night, actually. I’ve been telling Dan everything about Evan, about meeting Evan at Laundry and our first date, and spewing all of my insecure, overly analytical observations onto him so that he can wipe them all away with his third-party logic. I noticed he was holding himself back a little on the first date and now, after our second, I definitely know that the reason why was because he’s a gentleman. When he pulled me to him last night and I kissed him straight on, there was no question of our attraction to each other. After our first kiss last night though, I had to tell him that I was very new to the dating scene again and had come out of a relatively long-term relationship, and he said that he had been with somebody recently too, so we were equally a little anxious about making moves, I suppose.

I’m a little nervous right now too because I think it showed that I didn’t want to say goodbye to him. I took a while to go back inside, and he said that I should go inside because he’s not going to leave until he sees me go inside, I don’t know. Maybe he was just being caring, I don’t know. I keep doing this to myself, I keep over-analysing whatever awkward moments I get my hands on on otherwise fantastic dates. He also said we should do something again ‘a couple of weeks from now or a week from now’, which was odd. I mean ideally I’d like to see him again this weekend, I guess. The last time I saw him was two weeks ago and I did miss him a little bit, but that��s just because he was new and exciting. He’s still new and exciting, mind, but I feel like we’re getting to know each other a little more now. And we didn’t make out too much on the first date, but last night we got really into it and I just want to do that again. Next weekend. He’ll call, I guess. Or message me, I don’t know. I have other things to worry about, honestly, I know I shouldn’t spend all my time thinking about this boy that I feel I’ve connected with rather well.

I’ve taken up these past two or so pages (a little over) talking about this five hour date where all we did was talk. Oh, at one point last night, he asked me what I was thinking. I think it was in the middle of one of our bouts of just staring at each other’s light-streaked faces in the park. I was honest with him. I told him that this feels really comfortable, and that kissing him right now was like taking a breath of fresh air. He laughed at that. I’ll admit it was a little horribly cliched, but it was what I was honestly thinking. I feel like we’re really on the same page, though. I feel like we have a lot in common and that maybe, even if we don’t keep dating or maintain a romantic interest in each other (though I hope we do), I see myself knowing him for a long time. I’m on to the fourth page now, and I think I’ll stop here. This morning’s typing has exhausted me a little, and I need to have a shower right now, I feel all hot and weird. On Friday I went to the beach, I have to talk about that too. I totally ran out of room for that. It was fine, but maybe I’ll say a couple of words about it tomorrow morning. It’s 10:30 a.m. now (I had a bit of trouble typing today), and I want to eat as soon as I can. I am starving!

#morning pages #26 #05.02.2017 #date #evan

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