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axailslink · 1 year

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Strictly professional

Shuri x FEM reader

Summary: Shuri has left Wakanda to go to a meeting and you just happen to bump into her after a long day of work. your first thought is to flirt and then ask why she has two bald women beside her.

Today was such a stressful day for you you're glad you could finally leave work because if they didn't let you you were about to shoot the fucking place up. Your black pantsuit is tired now so when you're finally leaving heels clacking against the hard wood floors of the building you want to cheer you want to scream and shout for joy and happiness but you don't keep yourself composed as you leave the building. As if God was putting obstacles in your way you bumped into an unfamiliar smelling person she smells of shea butter and that good hair oil. You had a bad thing of not looking where you walked so you were used to bumping into people and automatically knowing who they were by smell. Weird flex but that's your clumsy ass.

"I'm so deeply sorry I don't watch where I wa-" you look up and make eye contact with the most beautiful woman you've ever seen I mean drop dead gorgeous in your eyes. She has this strong face I mean a jaw line only the Gods could offer her hair curly and short cropped on the back. "No you're quite alright are you okay?" You're stuck as this beautiful woman is just smiling at you and talking to you and you speak before you think something that happens quite often. "Do you like women?" She looks a bit shocked not expecting your question but you weren't one to dance around when you wanted something or someone "because you are just gorgeous I mean the Gods have truly gifted me with this encounter and I will not reject such a beautiful crystal when it's just sitting right in front of me" she laughs to herself before glancing you up and down you could see you have her flushed but flushed doesn't mean she's embarrassed. She takes a moment to really look at you you have a watch on, a pantsuit, and heels you were a business woman she likes that.

"I'm so serious please I may not look like much right now but allow me to ask you to have dinner or something." She looks behind herself at the two women you didn't even recognize were there and one sighs "princess we don't have time for th-" she looks back at you then the woman "general I do have time actually..." She checks her watch herself "I have ten minutes" she smiles as if she's proud of herself and the bald woman looks at the other before they take their leave they don't go far just enough to give you two some privacy. "Did she say princess?" Shuri grimaces and nods "I hope that's not a big factor" you shake your head "nah that's cool uhm but can I ask? Princess of what?" She looks almost hurt by you not knowing her.

"Princess Shuri-" why does her name sound so familiar to you suddenly? -"of Wakanda I'm here for a meeting with a Ms. Y/l/n" you gawk for a moment before sighing "shit that's me wow why did no one tell me that I had a meeting with the princess of Wakanda? I thought we rescheduled that... I am so sorry oh my goodness I flirted with a-" you mentally facepalm yourself before Shuri interrupts you "it's fine it is rescheduled actually but we like to actually meet the person before hand I was going to ask you to dinner. Of course it's professional but it will just be us we'll discuss ourselves then tomorrow we'll discuss work wise." You nod and smile to avoid your embarrassment you want to fall on your ass in tears and rolls yourself into a fucking burrito just be forgotten in this moment.

"You're quite impressionable why don't we have that dinner do you know a good place?" You think about it before redirecting her question back to her "well you're not down here all too much how about we let you choose?" she laughs and opens the door for you "alright I'll choose but remember this dinner is strictly..." you smile and answer for her "professional that's too bad if I had known the princess was quite-" you look her up and down and smile to yourself good God almighty of course he'd send you someone you can't have curse you "what?" You shake your head no "I'm not going to say anything I have to keep this strictly professional." She laughs as you walk past her and out of the building checking you out as you do so.

"But I have to just say this is if we weren't keeping this strictly professional no one would know I do love a good secret. Because good God almighty my mother would smack me with her bible if I passed you up when I had the chance." She laughs and follows behind you.

A/n: there is a lot of like "God" in this but disclaimer folks I was raised in a Christian household so this is kind of the way I think don't take it too seriously. However oh Shuri and none wakandan reader who's got her life together and her own money oh yeah we likes that.

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idoltime · 24 days

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Idol Time’s Second Episode featuring ATLAS’ Sim Haedam (@svtlas), aired on March 22nd, 2024 with the shows returning and permanent host, Everlast’s Cody. Once again, the video earned quick attention and was trending #3 for weeks after its initial release which was a big success for show itself.

Cody appears on screen immediately after the intro is played and the bright Idol Time logo is shown, and similar to last episode, queue cards in one hand and mic in the other, with an overstretched smile replacing the previous blank expression he wore.

“Hi, and welcome back to Idol Time! The only interview show you need to tune in for and quite possibly the best show you’ve ever seen. Obviously hosted by me, Cody!”

“I’d just like to thank everyone for the support on the first episode, like, if I didn’t feel famous before, I really feel it now and all that funny stuff. Now, let’s introduce the second guest of our show ATLAS’ Haedam!”

Cody lets a dramatic pause pass before signalling for Haedam to enter the room. He does so with a small smile and raises both his hands to wave excitedly as he walks towards his seat.

“Hello! As you already know, my name is Haedam and I am the maknae of the seventeen subunit ATLAS and formerly a member of X1!” They both clap at Haedam’s introduction before Cody raises the mic to his mouth. “Welcome, Haedam. Anything you’d like the viewers to know about you?” He questions.

“Uhm…I like playing the guitar sometimes, baking, and hanging out with my members. Oh, and I’m really interested in building legos! I also have type one diabetes, I don’t think that's been mentioned before but I’m super excited to be here! I love interviews and stuff!”

Cody smiles in response to Haedam’s energy and flips over to the next queue card for the next set of questions.

“You’ve told both me and the viewers you were a former X1 member, so how was the survival show experience for you?” Haedam sighs, looking a little uneasy at the mention of the topic.

He swallows, visibly uncomfortable, whilst he finds his words. "It was fun....overall i think? but there were definitely parts that were really awful. They focused more about our performances and stuff than anything else. if we were sick... it didn't matter. It sucked. I don't think I would do it again."

Cody silently nods in agreement, knowing exactly how Haedam felt at the time.

“Personally, I think all future survival shows should be banned, period. But nobody’s gonna listen to me anyways, guys, trust me when I say they are not all that fun. Anyways, how’d it feel to place 3rd out of all those people? That’s a pretty high rank.”

Haedam’s face softens at the slight change in topic, seemingly quite proud of himself. "It felt really good! I was so proud of myself! Of course like, it would've been cool to be first but like, I'm grateful to have made it at all."

He grins. “I was honestly so surprised, it felt unreal to know that I had done a good enough job to make it through to the end.”

“How’d it feel when X1 disbanded, was it a big moment for you?” Cody asks.

Haedam’s eyes fixate themselves on the pattern of the floor as he talks, "Woah. I mean, I cried a lot. It was really scary because I didn't do anything wrong and it felt like I was being punished. I made a lot of friends in x1 and it hurt to have them taken away from me."

The room goes silent for a little, with Cody fumbling around with the order of the queue cards until he finally gets them in the correct sequence.

“It must’ve been a tough time for you to deal with, especially since X1 was your first group but you were given a second chance as a seventeen sub-unit. How did it feel when you knew ATLAS would be debuting?”

"I was so happy to have another chance. but i was so scared about it. I had a lot of anxiety because I felt like I had some type of curse, and that maybe my new group would disband suddenly too because I was in it. I love my group members, they reassured me a lot and helped me feel better about it."

“That's great, I’m glad you’re having a better time with ATLAS. But rumour has it, you were rigged into the X1 lineup, is that true?”

Haedam’s face contorts to one of shock, horrified that anyone would ever think that about him.

"I really wasn't rigged in, guys. I promise I have the papers here."

Now, Cody looks around, surprised at Haedam’s last few words.

“Wait—How did you even manage to get something like that?” Haedam shrugs, laughing it off.

“Don’t worry too much about it. I asked for these after X1 disbanded because I felt like it was maybe my fault but it wasn't....if anything maybe I was ranked lower than I should have been."

Cody laughs along with him, “Okay, fair enough. Any scandals you want to talk about?”

“Other than the X1 scandals people don't really make a lot of bad news that trend about me? at least ones that i want to address. So, thank you?"

“You’re lucky,” Cody responds and Haedam lets out a small hum. “Before we end the interview, any extra things you need to say or any upcoming projects?”

Haedam grasps onto his mic. “I wanna say hi to my old X1 members if they're listening! Hi guys! I miss you all! and hi to my hyungs because they're definitely watching! It's supposed to be a secret...but we may or may not have a comeback coming soon. You guys didn't hear it from me though."

Cody’s face brightens, “Well, it is comeback season. Now, some final words for the viewers of this episode?”

Haedam waves frantically and quickly thinks before answering.

“Bye everyone! Thank you so much for listening to me! Please keep tuning into idol time because it's really cool! Have a great day!"

Cody copies Haedam’s wave as they wave in sync, “I couldn’t have said it better myself, see you next episode!” The video cuts to the bright blue logo before fading out into darkness once more.

#EPISODES!#fake kpop addition #fake kpop company #fake kpop group #fake kpop idol #fake kpop member #fake kpop oc #fictional idol community #fictional idol group #fictional idol oc #kpop addition #kpop

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dtorrieee · 1 year

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★The trainer★

❥Ayato x fem!reader

↪Synopsis: Ayato used to think that he has no time for love because of his work. Well, that is before he met you, Ayaka's new trainer.

↬female reader, sfw, cute(?)

↪Note:(btw a lil info, just act like his father is still alive lol)

This is my first time writing so uhm I'm sorry if it's bad/kinda doesn't make sense.

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Ayato and his father was sitting when his father spoke

"Ayato.."

He took his gaze away from his cup to meet his father's eyes.

"Yes father? Is there something bothering you?"

He sipped at his drink casually, seeming unbothered by the conversation.

His father sighed as he continued to speak

"It's nothing serious but.. I'm just curious. Have you ever think on getting a girlfriend? Well i mean, Ayaka already found a boyfriend and here you are, still single"

Ayato chuckled softly and shook his head

"Father, please. You know I'm too busy to waste time on such a trivial affair like courtship. I am more concerned with the legacy I shall leave behind when my time comes. One does not find time for matters of love when there is work to do."

He took a sip of his tea, his face stern.

"I have no need of these childish things. I have everything I want."

His father laughed

"You're just like me when i was young. I used to think such thing too, well before i met your mother"

He chuckled, sighing.

"I am not as naive as you, Father. I do not believe in romance, and I do not see the benefit of it."

"Plus, I'm a perfectionist. If i ever wanted to find a lover, she has to be perfect like me. She has to be smart, elegant, full of manners, and some of those stuffs."

His father nodded and smiled

"We'll see young man, we'll see"

He sighed, rubbing his temple with a hand.

"If the Gods will it, then so it will be. That's more important than any of my own desires, anyway."

He looked up at his father, offering a soft smile.

"Thank you for your wisdom, Father. And for raising me to the best of your ability. I hope I can make you proud and continue to be an exemplary son to you and Mother."

Few months later, the doorbell to the Kamisato manor rang. He opened the door up, curious as to who had come to visit them on this late afternoon as he spoke.

"Yes? Who is it?"

he opened the door and found you, standing there with a smile. You have hazel eyes and a black silky hair. You has a really soft face and positive aura when you began to speak:

"Hello, is thi-"

Before you could finish, Ayaka came running and screamed

"YOU'RE HERE YOU'RE HERE!!"

Ayaka giggled and hugged you tight. You giggled softly

"A-ah lady Ayaka..! You semed so excited"

"Lady Ayaka..."

Ayato repeated mentally, not having heard about you ever before. He seemed impressed by the display of your beauty, even if his face did not show it. He offered you a slight bow of recognition.

"Ayaka, who is this lady may i ask?"

He looked down to Ayaka briefly, but the your enthusiasm was not lost on him. It seemed to even stir something inside him.

Ayaka looked up at Ayato and nodded while smiling

"She's my new trainer!"

Ayaka continued

"Ever since she saved me from the enemies when i forgot to bring my sword, i became so excited and begged her to train me because her moves in fighting is sooo cool and unpredictable! I told her to train me every evening because she's busy in early day time"

Ayato glanced down at Ayaka for a few more seconds, sighing.

"That certainly seems a productive way to spend your evenings. I trust that your instructor has enough expertise to help you become a reliable fighter. I know that your skills are quite capable, as well."

He looked at the you, gesturing for her to follow him up to the entrance hall.

"Come inside, then, both of you"

He opened the door for the two women, waiting for them to enter before shutting the door behind them.

You smiled softly and spoke

"Ah, thank you for letting me in, Ayato."

Ayaka grabbed your hands

"Come on come on! Let's start training right away!"

Ayaka giggled as she ran with you to the back yard

Ayato watched as the two girls departed for the backyard, seemingly eager to begin training. He closed the door, rubbing his hand down his face with a defeated but amused sigh. "They have me wrapped around their fingers, those two."

Suddenly, Ayato's father spoke as he got up from his seat

"hm.. wait a minute, i think i know her."

"Hmm?"

He paused, looking towards his father.

"Do you now?"

He seemed surprised, raising an eyebrow out of pure curiosity.

"Could you identify her, Father? I wonder who she might be."

the man nodded

"Her name is Y/n.. I once got tired on bringing some stuff all the way to the Kamisato manor because the guards are busy with an important mission and I don't want to disturb them. On my way back Y/n lend me a help, and she's surprisingly really strong.."

"Y/n,"

He repeated her name in his head. His eyes looked up at his father, curiosity dancing just behind him.

He paused, looking down towards his hands. He closed his eyes, sighing softly, and opened his fingers, showing nothing in his hands.

"I suppose she may be worth watching..."

His father spoke again

"Well, why don't you watch her train Ayaka back there?"

"You may be right,"

He said with a smile, standing up and walking towards the backdoor, quietly sliding it open.

"Y/n? Ayaka? How are you two doing?"

He called out slightly, walking up to the side of the yard so he could observe the two in training. His eyes narrowed slightly in focus as he studied their abilities, remaining silent as he watched.

The two seemed they can't hear what Ayato said because they're too busy focusing on training. Ayato saw how graceful yet fast y/n movements are and how she made Ayaka's movement in fighting better.

Ayato made it a point to watch the two women carefully as they trained. His eyes were keen on noting every single movement, watching how they each fought and how they moved.

"She seems to have a firm grasp on fighting techniques,"

He thought in his mind. He was impressed by her skill. She was also very much his type - her elegance and grace were qualities that he found quite endearing, and her strength and resilience were admirable.

He kept watching, his expression hard and stern as he watched both women move about.

some time later, you both finished training and Ayaka sat on a chair and spoke

"Woah! I can feel that my movements are improving thank you so much y/n! Come sit with me"

You nodded and sat beside Ayaka with a smile on your face.

Ayato stood there and watched as they both sat down, his eyes roaming over both of their faces with care. There was a slight twinkle of amusement behind his eyes at their exchange. Ayaka was very sweet, and y/n also seemed like one of a kind.

Then, he blinked, his eyes turning to the side towards the open door and the house behind him.

He sighed with a smile, taking a seat in the other chair.

You have trained Ayaka for months and months now. And for some reason, Ayato seemed to be more and more interested in you. He loves watching you train with his beloved sister, he loves it when he sees you smile, and everything about you.

One day, you had just finished training with Ayaka.

You sighed and looked at the sky and spoke

"A-ah i think i should go home now lady Ayaka"

Ayaka spoke

"Awww what a shame.. alright then I'll see you next time!"

You smiled and went to the front door.

Just as you were about to leave, you can hear Ayato's voice from behind.

"Lady y/n?"

Ayato called after you, as though he was trying to stop you from leaving. He paused, looking up at you. He felt a warm feeling in his chest as he looked at you.

"Did I want her to stay...?"

He thought. After a moment of silence, he spoke

"Could you stay for a bit longer? I'd like to talk."

He said, his voice a bit quieter than he'd like it to be. A smile appeared on his face, and the look of slight confusion and curiosity he'd been wearing was replaced by... warmth.

You blushed a little, getting intrigued on why he wanted you to stay.

"oh uhm yeah sure! What do you want to talk about?"

He took a breath, looking down at his feet. He had to maintain his composure now - he couldn't appear too forward in front of you.

"I merely wanted to know a little more about you, seeing as your services are in demand by the Kamisato Estate. And also... Is it.. alright if i get you number?"

He paused, his face coloring slightly, his eyes meeting yours.

Your eyes widened a little bit, shocked by his request.

"e-eh? I apologize but did i hear it right? You want my number?"

Ayato blushed again, nodding eagerly.

"Yes, please."

He reached into one of his pocket and pulled out a small pen and piece of paper.

"If you would write it down, that is..."

He offered the paper to you.

"That would be much more convenient, I suppose."

You let out a slight giggle then took the pen and paper.

"How can i refuse"

You smiled and wrote your number on the paper. And then giving it back to Ayato as your hands and his slightly touched.

"here, don't forget to call me alright?"

"Oh don't worry, i won't forget such thing."

He took the paper from you, his fingers brushing yours. The feeling of your skin touching his for a brief moment was... intriguing. He held the paper up slightly, reading over it a second time to make sure he got all of her information correctly.

"It is rare to come across a lady as admirable as you. I will definitely be giving you a call, Lady y/n."

He smiled, folding the paper before putting it in his pocket.

"Be safe, alright?"

You smiled and nodded

"I will,"

You looked Ayato in his eyes and blushed before you continue to speak

"Well.. I'll be taking my leave now. See you next time, Ayato."

You smiled as you bowed your head a little and left the manor.

Ayato rubbed the back of his head, shaking his head a little. Now, he could not get her off his mind.

"She is very pretty... and her personality is quite wonderful. And her looks..."

He began to think.

"Maybe I could... try inviting her on a date?"

Ayato let out a breath, smiling softly and nodding to himself.

"She's really beautiful. And she is a talented woman indeed."

...

He sighed, taking a look out the window beside him, staring out at the moon and stars above.

The thought of y/n had made him stay up late, wondering about her and wanting to know more about her.

To be continued(?)

✮a/n✮

↳ whahaha finally, this took some time. Idk, part two? Anyway, thank you so much for reading this. Again, I apologize if it's kind of bad (?) And doesn't make sense a little. Like i said, I'm new in these types of things. But i do hope you enjoyed! If i have any mistakes or if you have some suggestions please do tell me. That's all, stay safe! ♡

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x fem!reader smau #genshin x reader #kamisato ayato #ayato x y/n #ayato x reader #fanfic

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yourbestpalpercy · 9 months

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Beginning to the fight in the au

Nick: “Woah, pretty cool animatronic, Percy. Hold long did it take you?” *Nick asked, approaching Percy Poodle*

Pal: “Hee~! At least a month..or two! Potentially longer. It has this awful habit of overheating sometimes but I’m working on fixing it! Also, it’s more of a mech suit than an animatronic! I know I won’t be singing to little kiddies with Percy Poodle here!”

Nick: “Why make it a dog then?” *Nick asked next with a small giggle, teasing Pal as he ruffled his hair.*

Pal: “Gah-! Nick, I told you I wasn’t a fan of that, it takes forever to comb into place,” *Pal takes off his head band and begins to brush his hair back into place. He then readjusts his head band before stepping up to Percy Poodle with a proud expression. Pal takes his claws and twists them in the light.* “I made it a dog because I feel like any other animal wouldn’t do. Not to mention the time it would take to make a human or one of those things in the old cartoons! Also. I prefer dogs,” *Pal chuckled, wiping off the claws and making sure they’re shiny.*

Nick: “Hrm…” *Nick notices how sharp the claws were on Percy’s paws along with the potential fire hazard that the fabric ears and tail would be.* “What’s with the sharp claws?”

Pal: “Huh? O-Oh! Uhm..” *Pal looks around for a reason,* “TamaLanki suggested in his own little language that I add them for cutting fruit. I did it just so he wouldn’t bother me about it. Oh! You remember the Tamas, right Nick?” *Pal asked, putting Percy’s arm back into place before inviting Nick over to his desk where 7, small tamagotchis sat.*

Nick: “I..think so but you’ll have to job my memory again, it’s been ages after all.”

Pal: *He picks up the first 4, leaving the other 3 deactivated.* “The other 3 are just more TamaRoachis. He doesn’t like being alone,” *Pal carefully sets the little electronics on the ground before activating each one with a gentle few taps.*

-All 4 wake up with their own little movements. TamaOpti reveals its tendrils and almost immediately threatens Nick with killing him (before Pal put an end to that). TamaLanki spreads out it’s long limbs and death curls Nick’s arm, gently monching his arm before Pal also put a stop to that. TamaBruti has a moment of panic (He doesn’t like new people) before charging into Nick’s leg while trying to hide. TamaRoachi chirps, looking around. It then buzzes before falling back into sleep mode, not today, sorry.*

Nick: *Nick laughs softly, holding each one gently.* “Gosh..I forgot how cute these little…tamagotchis(?) are. I think the Roach and Eyeball one are new though.”

Pal: “I named them TamaRoachi and TamaOpti respectively,” *Pal looked over at the Percy mech before rounding up the tamas and putting them back into Sleep Mode.* “Hey Nick. Could I get your help with something? I built a compartment into the Percy Poodle animatronic for a place to sit when controlling it. Unfortunately…I am really short. ‘Pocket Sized’ as you used to call me,” *Percy teased with a chortle, poking Nick.* “Think you could help me into Percy? Or at least reach the latch?” *Percy places the Tamas into a hatch in the back of the animatronic.*

Nick: *Nick looks over at the Percy animatronic.* “Are you sure you can even get in there?”

Pal: “Not without your help Nick! I lost the ladder!” *Pal smiled and took Nick’s hand before walking over to the mech.* “Come on, it’ll be fine!”

Nick: “I-I mean…” *Nick looks back over at the fabric tail and ears.* “…If you’re sure it’s safe…” *Nick approaches the mech before picking up Pal and lifting him up to the hatch.*

Pal: “Remember how we used to do it? Question, do you still have good balance?” *Pal asked, looking down at him*

Nick: “Oh no. P-Percy, I’m not sure-.”

Pal: *Pal cuts him off.* “According to my calculations of our ages and current weights, I should be able to stand on your shoulders and be able to get into my mech with 0 issues. If you help me of course!” *Pal winks with a smirk.*

Nick: “Ha…you’re not gonna stop suggesting into until I do, huh?”

Pal: “Nope! Minus well help me up now!” *Pal laughed proudly.*

Nick: “You are so needy,” *Nick chuckled before carefully balancing Pal on his shoulders* “You be carefully up there!”

Pal: “I am always careful!” *Pal reaches for the hatch, suddenly grumbling.* “Crap.”

Nick: “Oh no…what’s wrong?” *Nick asked.*

Pal: “Ehehe…I-I added tough to open latches on the opening the avoid anyone else going inside that wasn’t me,” *Pal looked embarrassed, looking back down at Nick.* “These things are gonna be the death of me…” *Pal began to fiddle and mess around with the latches, struggling to open them before the latch swung open, almost tipping Pal and Nick over when it aggressively flipped upward.*

(Side note: I know that the ref for Pal and Percy in my au shows the hatch with a downwards opening but I just bow realized at 3:43 am how impractical that is, so I’m having it open upwards)

Pal: *Pal covered his eyes, quivering before feeling Nick stabilize the two of them.*

Nick: “Percy? Are you alright? That latch opened rather quickly..”

Pal: *Pal gulps, quivering,* “Y-Yeah…I’m fine…” *Pal commands Nick to move forward now so Pal could sit down in his mech.* “…Hey Nick?” *Pal murmured as he climbed into the seat and began to start everything up.*

Nick: “Erm..” *Nick rubs his shoulders and looks up at Pal.* “Yeah?” *Admittedly, the mech looked rather intimidating from Nick’s point of view. Pal deadass built an 8 foot tall mech huh?*

Pal: “I just wanna say..thank you for being my idiotic, best, Pal…” *Pal smiled, his smile growing ominous along with his giggle as the hatch closed. The inside of the mech glowed a toxicating green glow as everything began to boot up in the mech.*

Nick: *Nick knew something was wrong by how Pal laughed like a mad scientist at this. He..never done that. Nick stepped back, getting anxious.*

Pal: *Pal grins, the glass lighting up with a cup minigame along with words and expressions.* “Haha! It worked! This is TRULY HAPPENING! Oh you. are. a. TRUE. FOOL, Nick! Thinking that this was just a normal get together! HA! Of course not..!” *Pal brought Percy’s fist down on Nick.*

Nick: *Nick barely manages to dodge it along with Pal’s swipes and even attempt of stomping him flat.*

Pal: *Pal smirks smugly,* “You’re fast Nick, I’ll give you that! But as all villains have said before. You can’t dodge forever…”

Nick: *Nick bolts out of the room during this explanation, beginning the bossfight.*

#playtime with percy #playtime with percy pal percy #playtime with percy au

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petitmonde · 2 years

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day 1 of begging for gigi praise kink 💙

If you get something short will you leave me alone?

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Tell me

Gigi liked praise. No, scratch that. Gigi loved and breathed for it. She did feel shame about how much she craved it, and for that reason she never talked it. None of her friends could ever know this little secret.

Gigi stirred the pot. It was her turn to cook dinner for the little collective she lived in. She had looked through at least a dozen recipe websites to find something decent that could feed a crowd. She was very much still a beginner, fumbling her way through the art of making something edible. The last time she made something, the vegetables in the oven had burnt and the rice were mushy like glue.

Crystal had laughed, telling her how cute it was that she could manage to mess up that much. Nicky had been a little mean, her barbs as sharp as ever. She quickly backtracked when she saw how distraught Gigi became from her little comments, ordering her to sit down while she fixed the situation.

This time, Gigi was sure that she had nailed it. Only an idiot could mess up soup, and she was almost certain she wasn't one of those. Nicky and Crystal would come home, smell the delicious soup and praise her for her ingenuity. Those sweet words would brighten an otherwise cold and miserable day, she was sure of it.

With 10 minutes to spare before their usual dinner time, Crystal was the first one home. The clacking of her keys with way too many charms and loud shucking of boots were the tell tale sign of her most colourful roommate being home.

"Welcome home," Gigi turned to greet Crystal.

"What are you making?" Crystal asked, getting behind Gigi so that she could rest her head on her shoulder. The concoction in front of her smelled alright, nothing out of the ordinary. But still, Crystal was wary. Gigi could be making any sort of cursed mystery dish, disguising it as ordinary and edible food.

"I'm making soup," Gigi was so sure of herself. Everything was going according to plan.

"Have you tasted it yet?" Crystal had to make sure Gigi didn't mess up this time before anyone else was home.

"No, why?"

"You have to taste food before you serve it to anyone silly."

Crystal grabbed a spoon from the drawer, lowering it into the normal looking broth. With slight worry, she blew on it to cool it down before putting it into her mouth. In a matter of seconds, Crystal had spit it out and doused her tongue in water from the sink.

"Gigi. What in the world did you put in that soup?" Crystal was still reeling from the experience.

"Just vegetables and some salt," Gigi said in a questioning tone. How could she have messed up this time? She had followed the recipe to a T. "What's wrong with it?"

"I think you might have put the Atlantic ocean in there. Just how much salt did you put in?"

"A normal amount. My mother always tells me to salt the water with a good few handfuls," Gigi no longer felt confident in what she had been doing for the past couple hours.

"Gigi, that's..." Crystal put her hand on Gigi's arm for support. She was really something else. "That's what you do for pasta."

"We do have pasta. Maybe I could throw some in to save it," Gigi completely missed the point, clueless as to why Crystal strengthened her grip at her statement.

Crystal's snort took Gigi by surprise. "You really are something else. You're so wonderful, please never change."

Crystal's kind words made Gigi forget all about her faux pas with the soup. A few words were all that it took to make Gigi's brain melt away in a puddle.

Nicky found them wrapped into a tight hug when she came home, quiet as a mouse. She found great amusement in startling them.

"So what are you two up to?" Nicky asked, breaking the silence.

"Oh uhm. I'm just telling Gigi how proud I am of her," Crystal replied, her tone wavering. She broke off the hug, now aware of how awkward it was with a spectator watching them. "She's been doing really well lately," Crystal didn't elaborate on what she meant by that.

Those extra few words of positivity thrown Gigi's way had her wanting for more. What she didn't count on was it being Nicky who gave her what she needed.

"That so? Our little Gigi has been a good girl for us?" Nicky was only teasing, finding amusement in getting Gigi's attention at something that small. Very interesting.

"Yeah," Crystal stammered out. Whatever Nicky's endgame was, she wanted nothing to do with it. "Gigi has been a good girl."

"I think that should be rewarded, no?" Nicky was now close, invading both of their personal spaces. With a finger, Nicky turned Gigi's head towards her. "Do you want to be a good girl for me too, hmm?"

Gigi was weak in the knees, and could barely swallow her spit. More, she needed more. "Yes."

#fic prompt #rpdr fanfiction #kinktober 2022 #crygi #goodedoll #me being mean #aka no smut for u

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Lena observe her phone screen for long. It was strange Sam haven’t even visit her office today. She was tempted to go to Sam’s office to see if she was busy or if she needed help. Which would be even stranger. She swung her chair side to side a couple times quirking a brow when a bubbly personality came by, like fresh air.

"There you are!"

"What are you wearing Kara?" She point out seeing her best friend wearing something like this cheap Racoon City uniform she could recognize after the movie night she had to watch to understand Ruby’s new hobby

"It’s Halloween. Why aren’t you wearing something?"

Lena look down to herself "I am pretty dressed, thank you" she replies staring up

"noooo. I mean… dress"

"I’m not naked and I am wearing a pretty decent suit, don’t you think?"

"Yes you look pretty"

"Thank you"

"It’s so cool many people has come wearing costumes today"

"It was Sam’s idea…" Lena shake her head thoughtful "I haven’t seen her today"

"Uhm… yeah because-" The blonde reporter huff shaking her head with half smile trying to not roll her eyes "Anyway… You haven’t reply to the invitation" she noticed her best friend frowning clueless "Ruby’s house of terror? She invited all her friends of the school. Sam was showing us all the decorations?"

"When did that happen?"

"Before you leave because your mother called I think? And then you had to go?"

Lena did a quick review of the previous steps of the day before and the realization hit her "Oh fuck…"

"What?!"

"She asked the day off… she asked for the day off?"

"Yes?" Kara open and closed her mouth seeing Lena standing up starting to pick up her coat, her phone "Where are you going?"

"You mean Where are WE going. And the answer is back to my place"

"But we are totally going to Sam’s, right?"

"Yes. But first I have to change my suit to something… Halloween"

Kara laugh fun seeing her best friend almost run out of the office

Sam checked the lights table switching some colors and the stroboscopic light which she wasn’t a hundred percent to use. Just in case. It was almost 18:00. Kids were already out in their candy hunt door by door. Ruby this year because this House of Terror was beyond excited staying home. Sam heard steps coming closer and turn around

"Do you think I’m scary enough mom?"

"I’ve never been so proud to make a zombie"

Ruby chuckle happy "I have to bite these pills just when people come over, right?" She show her hand full of fake blood pills

"Yes Ribs, but remember just one at the time"

"This is so awesome!" She sighs happy and turn around when the door bell rang "that might be aunt Alex!" The girl move fast to open the door "Raaaaaawwwwghhhhhhh" she grunt the moment she open the door

Alex jolt "oh lord… Ribs?"

Sam laugh hard seeing the two "Hi there!"

"Hi Alex!"

"I would hug you, but I don’t want to ruin your-" Alex point the girl up and down "-All. This is amazing"

"Mom did it all" Ruby adds feeling proud seeing Alex nod impress "Your bites look so cool"

"I mean is not that awesome like your make up but Thank you, it was really hard to set all these prosthesis"

"You could have asked for help"

"I wanted to but I know you were going to be super busy with all these" Alex pointed around to the house "And you are not even ready"

"Yeah, I know" Sam did her best showing a soft smile "Lena was supposed to help but I think she had something back at L-Corp so… it’s okay"

"Mom, Lena would never let us down"

Sam smile soft nodding "I know. Go get ready a few candy bowls, okay? We are about to start this"

"Okay mom"

"Thank you, baby girl" Sam sigh deep seeing her go

Alex feeling a little bit awkward "Are you okay?"

"I am yes, ppppffftttt, I totally am… why do you ask?"

"Because I know you and you are not?"

Sam roll her eyes "I am going to change my clothes. There’s soda and sparkling water cool in the bowls of the middle of the table if you want. And… Can you help Ruby?

"I will" Alex scratch her arm and swear in silence because she messed up with one of these biting marks

Lena stop the car wearing her earpiece "Team 1, surround the house. Team two deploy in group of two by the entrance"

"Okay this is over the top" Kara confirm "This look so badass"

"Thank you for changing the costume to match"

"Are you kidding? I think I could go offering private soldier services wearing this" Kara compliment on the clothes seeing how a black van stop next to help releasing actors dressed as zombies already in the character scaring some kids and adults passing by "did you really hire private security guys to -portrait- the team?"

"Sam wanted to make this as cool and scary possible. And I totally forgot, and I feel awful and I think I am over compensating but I swear Kara if I ruin Ruby’s first Halloween party is going to be bad"

"Don’t feel bad, come on"

Ruby pour more candies with mini chocolate bars into the bowls and almost drop one when a zombie started to hit on the window "Mom!"

Alex enter the kitchen with empty hands after drop a couple things in the dinning room "Ribs"

The young girl started to walk back holding tight the bowl against her "Alex…" she call seeing another zombie join the other as other two come along scratching the window grunting and making noises

"Holy f… come here, Ribs" Alex slowly put Ruby behind her "These… might be… actors… yeah… zombies… do not… exist" she slowly say seeing men in. Tactical suits shoot to the zombies with… paintballs

"Alex what’s going on?"

"I’m not sure" the doorbell rang again and she turn around to make Ruby walk with her "Let’s open the door"

#a mini Halloween #reigncorp #part 1

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acircusfullofdemons · 1 year

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PARAMAY DAY 13 (CREATION)

*inhales* oh boy, here we go…

Claypso was created on January 12, 2018, the day/day after I had seen the movie “The Greatest Showman”. It Unlocked something in my brain because the MOMENT I got home I pulled up Pinterest & started looking for inspo to make a Cool New ~*Self Insert OC*~. I can't really remember my exact thought process (who knows wtf 14yo Luka was on) BUT I do know I specifically made Calypso to represent "me". I would then joke for the next 2ish years on how, despite this, I made Calypso a boy when I identified as a Cis Girl. Idk I just find that fact so funny now that I’m nonbinary. (In the same vein, I also made him confident/proud of his bisexuality when I still had no clue if I was bi or not. We love projecting onto our own ocs/paras <3).

Calypso is the parame I remember actively making, thinking, "this Character is me but runs a circus" (I had just seen The Greatest Showman so inspo was strong there lol). Which is funny, because if you look at Cali, then look at me, I don't think you'd think/realize that?? His personality is very much…the opposite of mine lol. I am not a super cool extrovert that has multiple friend groups and goes on odd adventures. I’m on tumblr participating in a month-long oc challenge. Clearly something went wrong /j.

Uh. I made him at a time when I was questioning if I was Bi or not (I mean i was a freshman/starting highschool. Do any of us know who we truly are then?) so I kinda projected that into him??? In all honesty I feel like he should fall somewhere on the aro spectrum as well, since I'm aro & that's important to me, but I want it to evolve naturally if it at all happens so I won't entertain the idea just yet.

Funny enough, homeboy has always been a homeboy. Er, what I mean by that is, even tho I made him based off of me/representing me, having him be a (cis) male was one of my first decisions for him. At the time I wasn't 100% sure why, maybe I was influenced by the movie, which had Hugh Jackman star/play as PT Barnum, both males. But uh *looks @ nonbinary flag* I think there's a reason why now. Also part of the reason he's so feminine / """girly""" I guess. Tbh I probably projected into him a lot more than I realize (coughdaddyissuescough) but he is my parame & started out as a paraself, so it's fair.

Oh wow I haven’t even gotten into the original version of his story yet. It’s honestly not that different from how it is now, with a few minor differences. Originally, he was just the circus’ ringleader and died trying to save Clairette from a lion attack. The time loop was because he was the son of Persephone and Morpheus (yes..the greek gods…they were a thing in this once) so I think Persephone allowed him to be a Poltergeist?? OH and Macbeth was his half brother which made their relationship kind of sad because Cali genuinely wanted a sibling relationship but Macbeth just wanted him dead (Macbeth is a Reaper and his job is to collect Souls Cali is literally a lost soul do u see the problem here).

The VR stuff was always canon (except for that brief period of time where I got insecure and it wasn’t and everything was just their normal life which made things less confusing but also there was literally no plot lmao). Idk what else to say uhm fun facts:

His default playlist is a little over 8hrs long and is currently the longest playlist I have on Spotify (that I listen to. My instrumental playlist is a little longer but tbh I rarely touch it).

He used to have gold eyes. They were quickly changed to blue and got shifted into the turquoise they are now! In addition to that, his first design used to have him wearing an actual ringleader outfit. He also used to have black hair, then light purple, and finally the dark purple it is now. In total he’s been through roughly 7-8 redesigns.

Cali is combined with a previous character, Anthony Morningstar. Anthony was inspired by Pride!Roman (an AU of Roman Sanders from the webseries “Sanders Sides”) and is the reason Calypso is now a prince! I scrapped Anthony because I had no idea what to do with his character and felt like him & Cali were too similar to really justify them being different people.

The tarot cards that represent him are “The Magician” and “Page of Wands”.

“A Million Dreams” from The Greatest Showman is his theme song.

....this is all probably Too Much. hm. have the first drawing of Cali I ever did (it is from 2018 😞)

#paramay #paraportal #luka.txt #console: phantasmagoria #game: im not the one #game: dreamset circus #calypso raymond

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okay first off you convinced me to make a last.fm account (i’m Jack_Celliers there…)

second dumbass me not giving you anything solid to work with 😂. SO!!! i know you like depeche mode, why not give me your top recommendations for them!?!?

and/or a playlist that evokes the odd melancholic feeling of longing for something you never had in the first place

ok so by saying Depeche Mode you opened pandora's box, i've been waiting since 2017 to infodump about them (everyone i know are either already too into them for me to add anything, or they're not interested). I cannot just list a few songs I like from them, I made you a playlist of uhm, 62 songs. And this wall of text. But let's back it up.

I am not exaggerating when I say they saved my life. And it all started when some random dude in some random fb group I was in made a post that was like "the vibe in here has NOT been it lately, let's all listen to this and love one another" and it was a link to this performance of Somebody:

youtube

I still cannot watch this particular performance without crying, so there.

When they started out they were made up of Martin Gore (he is the singer in the above clip), Andrew Fletcher, lead singer Dave Gahan, and Vince Clarke, who was the "leader" and the songwriter of the group, he is more famous for Erasure and Yazoo, and while I love those groups, he was not a fit for DM (even though he made them), the first album is basically a different band from the following, it's like, Vince Clarke and The Boys. and in my opinion the only song you need from that one is this "Hey you're such a pretty boy!" :

so after that Vince left, Mart had to learn how to write songs, they also recruited Alan Wilder to fill the empty slot. Their second album is a little shaky, Mart is finding his wings but it has a few gems, there are two songs from there on the playlist.

To write a Martin Gore tune you need a cool synth bass line, hit some metal with some hammers and sing about pain, suffering and anti-capitalism, all cloaked in sexual themes. They were at the start synth purists, and were proud of not using "old" instruments, but Mart wrote all the songs by guitar and eventually, around Music For The Masses ('87) they accepted that they were limiting themselves by refusing to use it.

Another thing I feel the need to add is that by Songs of Faith and Devotion ('93) Martin was an alcoholic, probably Fletch too, and Dave was deep into a Heroin addiction that almost got him killed. He, as well as the others, thought it was going to be his last record, and thus he felt a strong need to make it perfect and iirc (mind you the hyperfixation was back in 2017) he felt especially that he put it all in his singing for Condemnation, so I want you to look out for that one when it comes on, because his vocal performance really isoutstanding there. After this album Alan was fed up, the guys were hard to work with, and he was basically the only one who did studio work and had probably the most hand in what the songs actually sounded like in the end, even though Mart got all the writing credits.

From Delta Machine (2013) forward Dave has also contributed to writing songs.

So onto the playlist, DM has made several cool Music Videos, and I feel a lot of these are mandatory viewings, I am especially in favour of their early ones, as they really are like concentrated 80's essence, they are so fun, so, the first 17 tracks of the playlist I highly recommend watching the mvs for, so I put together a handy YT-playlist with those here.

The playlist is a mix of their biggest hits, some songs I think you might appreciate specifically as a Bowie fan and also some of my personal favourites, actually probably too many of those last ones.

If you are curious to further explore them after this I'd recommend focusing on their albums between Construction Time Again ('83) through Playing the Angel ('05) + Spirit from 2017. Might be a good thing to know that Violator is most often lauded as their masterpiece album, and for good reason, so that's probably the best place to start. My personal favourites are Some Great Reward, Black Celebration (!!) and Exciter.

#depeche mode #music #I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN FOR IT TO BE THIS LONG BUT THERE WAS NO STOPPING MYSELF I AM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS GROUP #also i will put together 5 to 10 tracks for that playlist you also suggested in the ask

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1, 4 (for to a nightingale and take my name!), 30, 37, 50 for the fic asks 😌

yo yo yo, let's get to it. thanks for so many questions!!! 💛💛 fic writer ask game

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

I think it's gotta be take my name. That fic has a pretty good mix of all of my usual Trademarks™ and plus, I think it's a lot of fun (even if it's a tad angsty). (although, I gave it a quick read just now and it definitely needs an edit)

4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?

to a nightingale: Someone once commented on that fic saying that it feels like a sacrifice and I think that's the part I love the most about that story. There's a sense of their love being intoxicating and despite Dong Sik trying his hardest not to succumb to it, he can't "quit" Joo Won. It's desperate and messy but beautiful, and I'm proud that these elements came across. Plus, the fire imagery is pretty strong in this one and I like that Dong Sik experiences Joo Won's love as something that is burning him but with it, he will be cleansed. I also really like this part:

No one else would have forgiven him after every unkind word, every grief-riddled insult, every fuck-up and tear-soaked nightmare. No one else would see beauty as he laid himself naked before them - scars, history, memories, mistakes - and still think him worthy.

take my name: I'm proud of this fic because it offers a slightly different look at what jwds's post-canon relationship could look like. I know the idea of them not getting together right away is kind of commonplace nowadays, but when I wrote it, I received quite a few comments from people saying that they hadn't considered this direction for their relationship. That was pretty cool!!! I think it's my favourite post-canon fic I've written- I really like how much love they have for one another but they still struggle with it. I also like the weight of a decade hanging over them throughout the fic. I adore the jealousy and how Joo Won has been not-so-quietly suffering as Dong Sik has dated more than a handful of people (that are cheap versions of Joo Won). (and i really love how messy they are)

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

Errrr, I would say writing in general is out of my comfort zone 😂 But the fic that I found particularly challenging in this regard is courage to make love known. I haven't written about a pairing's developing relationship from an outsider's pov before (nor have I since, really). It was an interesting way of approaching the story and I'm really glad I did it. I don't know if it affected my approach to writing but it definitely made me think about how to convey a character's emotions through their actions.

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

Either Drone Bomb Me (the characterisation and dialogue are super fun) or with you and without you (I think this poem is one of the most impactful and gut-wrenching things I've written)

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

Ah shit, okay... Uhm... I'm going to say that I am determined to write a fic based on 🎶 this song 🎶, as I feel like it would really suit my s t y l e. But, as of right now, I haven't got a story to show lol.

I reeeeeeallly went on and on, didn't I? These were great questions, thank you for asking them! It was nice to talk about the parts of my stories that I like, instead of constantly criticising them (which I am so guilty of).

#ask answered #ask game #tiffanylamps: writing #thank you <3

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What fandoms are you in? Also, who are your favorite characters from them?

UHHHHH OKAY HI UH

so when you say fandoms im in i interpret that as like. have liked it enough to look at fanmade content and/or have made some for myself

so uhhh

im wings of fire TRASH. and wof has so many characters so yknow im just gonna pic a favorite from each arc so fuck it.

for arc one gotta say scarlet, shes a bitch and i love her for it. peril is a CLOSE second but most of her good stuffs actually in arc 2. her book is just hilarious and oml that scene where scarlet comes back and is laughed at by a bunch of small children??????? iconic. also thorn, shes really funny just throughout the whole series and the quote "everyone whos not me GET OUT" will never fail to make me laugh

arc two uhhm. im a big moon fan but i kind of. love all the mcs. theyre all hilarious and wholesome and i wanna give them all a pat on the head. qiblis cute. hes gay for winter. winter is also cute. its probably winter. winter is my favorite. OH ALSO CHAMELEON-

and i guess??? my favorite is snowfall????? i loved her book it was so good. normally my favorites are protagonists since they get the most screentime but snowfall just HITS DIFFERENT YKNOW???? sundew is also good love her.

uhhmmm im also into deltarune obviously. as for my favorite, you know it's quite complex as- who am i kidding its kris. look at them, my little skrunkly scrimblo. queen is a vvvvv close second because whats not to love. seam is third because enby old scruffy cat how am i not supposed to love them.

detroit become human is one of the fandoms im in rn. i played it in 2019, forgot about it for a bit, then remembered it existed a few times and replayed bits of it, then finally this year i did a whole fucking replay and im going back to 100% it soo. uh yeah. connor is cute. if we're going off what the fandom did to dbh, then tinas also really amazing. but like purely dbh canon, then connor

warrior cats. berrynose. no further questions.

ive been kinda in and out of danganronpa, but i still really like it so ill put it on here. of each game, my favorites are makoto, hajime, shuichi or kaito, and komaru. i uh. i did say i like protagonists earlier. if we're limiting me to NOT protagonists, then probably yasuhiro, nagito, kaito, and uhhhh... masaru? i keep forgetting who was even IN udg like dude. that game was a trip and i blacked out for half of it

i loved erased, tried to get into the fandom, then i realized a lot of people shipped satoru and kayo and i dipped. but i was there for like 8 seconds so its here. uhm. i like the candyman. i think his name was like yasuhiro sometehing or other (edit: looked it up, i actually remembered right!!! vv proud of myself)

hypothetically im in the undertale fandom. but thats just because i like deltarune and half the fandom content for it is also coincidentally undertale. in theory my favorite character is muffet and in practice its chara

edit: forgot gravity falls. i like ford hes cool i wish he had more screentime

and thats all i can remember right now!!!

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Uhm, I am very new to Tumblr and I am an old lady and don't know how to work it properly LMAO But as well as painting, I also write. Here is an angsty Emily/JJ Paris fic. Also on A03 https://archiveofourown.org/works/43893136

Don't Leave Me Alone

The drive here was quiet. After their easy conversation in the jet, anxiety had begun to flood Emily as soon as the wheels hit the tarmac here in Paris. The driver – one of Clyde’s guys, no doubt – ferried them from the airport and JJ tried to make conversation, noting the sights that were new to her, but Emily just couldn’t force words from her throat. It wasn’t until they were inside her new home that she managed to speak.

“Hey, it’s not bad.” JJ nodded as she set their bags in the hall and regarded the small but modern flat. “What do you think, Em?”

Emily nodded, then realised she hadn’t spoken. She cleared her throat, her voice a little croaky. “Yeah. Clyde did good.”

JJ ushered Emily into the sitting room and sat her down. “Coffee? I think Clyde would have made sure there’d be some here for you.”

Emily laughed softly. “Cigarettes too if he knows me well enough.”

“Since when do you smoke?” JJ asked.

“Since forever off and on. Besides, we’re in Paris: it’s rude not to.”

JJ fixed them both a coffee and sat beside Emily. “You lived in Paris before, right?”

Emily nodded. “A couple of times – with my mom’s job.”

“Did you like it?”

A shrug. “Kinda. Everywhere – every country – they’re pretty much the same for diplomatic circles – same sort of homes; same functions; same fat old assholes to mix with.” She looked up at JJ and decided to try harder to be upbeat. For JJ’s sake. She really didn’t want to have JJ fretting about her when she leaves. “Uh…when I got the chance to sneak out by myself and look around, it was pretty cool. I like the language and the people here.”

JJ offered a half smile. “It won’t be forever.” She said softly.

Emily didn’t answer, she just took a sip of her coffee. ‘Forever’. Things had already changed ‘forever’. Her body… her mind. Her friendships. “How are the others? Reid? Morgan? Everyone?” she asked. She asked on the jet too, but found herself needing to know again, needing to hear their names so she could picture them in her mind, needing to say their names aloud so that they felt like they were with her.

“Still hurting.” JJ replied honestly. “You know that, Em. Don’t think about it.”

“Hard not to, y’know? I..It’s only been a couple of weeks and I miss them, JJ. I really miss them.” She paused and chewed at her lip. “Have you… seen my mom? Or my dad?”

JJ nodded. “Yeah. They’re pretty broken up.”

Emily nodded and stared into her coffee mug. “We never were close – you know that. I used to think they hated me, y’’know, when I was a kid. I still figured they don’t exactly like me. They’re proud of what I’ve achieved, I know that, but…I never was what they wanted in a kid. But… if they’re that upset, then maybe I was wrong. I…I really didn’t want them to be upset. To have to grieve.” She shook her head. “Shit Jayje… what the Hell do I say when I come back? IF I come back. How do I apologise to them for this?”

JJ shook her head. “I …I don’t know, Em.”

“What a fucking mess.” Emily breathed, wincing as a pain shot across her stomach.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just a pain.”

“You should try and rest. Relax.” JJ said.

Emily snorted. “Right.” She sighed at the sarcastic way that sounded. “Sorry. I know you’re just trying to help. And I’m a lousy patient. Sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it.” JJ smiled. “Look…I’m gonna go out and get you some things. Clyde’s provided the basics, but a girl needs more than that, right?” She paused. “Will you be okay while I’m gone?”

Emily scoffed. “How much trouble can I get into here?”

JJ raised a brow. “YOU Emily Prentiss? You really want me to answer that?” She watched Emily’s face – there was a smile! It was strained and weak, but it was a smile! “I’ll be back in an hour.” JJ assured her.

Emily nodded. “I’ll be fine. Really.”

“Clothes, food, a few toiletries… hair dye, right?”

“Don’t forget the wine.”

JJ chuckled. “With your meds? Uh-uh, Prentiss.”

“Trouble-fete.” Emily muttered.

JJ frowned. “Hey, no fair… what did you say?”

“Spoilsport.”

JJ grinned and squeezed Emily’s arm and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “Be back soon, hon.”

Emily watched her go, her heart beginning to race as soon as the blonde was out of sight. She could feel her chest tightening and her breathing getting faster and she willed herself to calm down. She closed her eyes and focussed on her breathing. Three fucking seconds. That’s how long she was alone before the panic started to rise. Three fucking seconds.

“Christ Prentiss, you gotta get a grip.” She hissed at herself. “In 48 hours you’re gonna be alone for a lot longer than three damn seconds.” She sighed sadly. “A lot longer.” She wandered across to the little kitchenette, poured a glass of water and threw a painkiller down her throat. She was trying to wean herself off them, but the tightening of her chest seemed to be making her stomach wound tug and …shit, it wasn’t that it was particularly painful anymore, but… it was nice to be able to blur the edges of everything for a few hours.

She padded to the bedroom and sat heavily on the edge of the bed. It was quiet. She couldn’t ever remember a silence like this. In the hospital, there was always noise – monitors, footfalls, doors opening and closing, nurses on rounds. And on the jet here, there was the sound of the engine… JJ’s voice. But here, now, she was truly alone. She closed her eyes and listened to the faint murmur of life from outside on the street – but it was getting late now and this was a quiet part of the city.

She licked her lips and stood before the mirror, shedding her shirt and removing the bandage around her middle. Her eyes stared at her stomach, deliberately avoiding rising higher to her breast and the hateful mark that Ian left her with. She let the bandage fall away and moved closer to the mirror, tilting it slightly so she could see the wound more clearly.

“Ugh.” She groaned. It was ugly and large and red. It distorted her shape, leaving small lumps and crevices where the flesh was once smooth and pale and perfect. “Fuck.” She sighed, poking it distastefully. Scars weren’t a new thing for her – she had more than a few already… but they were faded and fine and…this THING was monstrous. Her rebellious eyes moved defiantly to her breast, to the healed brand. The light caught the edges of its shape and her stomach turned over in revulsion at the memory of how it felt… how it smelled… to have that clover burned into her.

She could feel sweat on her brow and upper lip just from looking at those damn wounds. She didn’t want to look at them, let alone touch them and clean them. She stared at herself for a long time. “Hello body.” She said absently to her reflection. “This is you now. Me now.” She ran her hands over the breast that was still in tact and unsullied, then trailed her hand across to the other, her fingers stuttering as they reached the brand. “Still me.” She breathed, the pads of her fingers brushing over the scar.

Taking a deep breath, she let her hands drift down her abdomen and to the big wound. Part of it was completely numb to the touch and would probably be numb forever… and parts were tender and made her stomach flip unpleasantly when she touched there. “I guess those bikini days are over.” She said to her reflection, before bursting out laughing - and almost immediately the laugh became a wailing sob.

Emily swallowed her cry down and wiped quickly at her eyes. “Don’t you cry, Prentiss.” She whispered, pulling her shirt back on and hastily refastening the buttons. She heard the front door close and she wiped her eyes once more.

“I’m back.” JJ called from down the hall.

“Yeah. Be there in a sec.” Emily called back to her, exhaling and checking her face in the mirror. Her eyes were a little red, but she figured JJ wouldn’t make a ‘thing’ of it. She found JJ in the kitchen unloading bags of groceries.

“I got plenty of meat and veg – you need vitamins and fibre and protein, so there’s beef and chicken and pasta…” she paused and regarded her friend. “I just… I bought a lot of stuff.” She held up a box of hair dye. “Deep red. I thought it’d suit you and I can help you with it.” She found herself rambling, trying to fill the flat with chatter. “I bought some flowers too to brighten the place up and… here, have a smell.”

Emily closed her eyes and inhaled the scent. “Thanks JJ. You shouldn’t have gone to that much trouble.”

“No trouble, Em. Are you hungry? I’ll fix us a bite if you like..?”

The last thing Emily felt like doing was eating, but she nodded. JJ was probably starving. “Sure.”

JJ smiled and nodded. “What would you like to eat?”

Emily shrugged, feeling useless. “Whatever. Whatever you like.” She said, trying not to sound too disinterested. She never was a big eater. Dave used to nag her about eating properly and – Dave. God she missed him. He’d make her eat pasta. “Pasta.” Emily said softly. “Just a little for me, though.”

JJ’s smile grew in relief. “That’s good.”

“Want some help?” Emily offered.

“You good in the kitchen?”

“Lousy. I can boil water if it’s a good day.”

JJ chuckled. “Okay – you’re on tomato and onion chopping duty.”

“Yes ma’am.”

The time in the kitchen felt almost like old times for Emily. For that time, she forgot her wounds and even that they were holed up in Paris. It felt safe and familiar and she had to stop herself from throwing her arms around JJ and sobbing in gratitude. They ate in an easy atmosphere: comfortable silences and gentle talk about TV shows and JJ’s kids, and Emily found herself cleaning her plate – small portion as it was. JJ watched her eat like a proud mother hen.

“Ice cream?” JJ asked softly.

“Nah, I’m good.” Emily sighed. “I can’t believe you bought ice cream, Jen. I’ll be twenty stones when I get back.”

Get back.

The thought stopped her and she swallowed down the sadness that washed over her like grief. JJ didn’t need to see it, didn’t need to know how close to the edge of breaking she was. It wasn’t fair to dump that on her friend.

“So what is French TV like?” JJ asked once the dishes were soaking in the sink.

“Like most TV: full of those dreadful American shows.”

JJ grinned. Hearing Emily making a joke was a big step forward, she figured. It helped reignite the hope that maybe, just maybe, this might have been, well maybe not the ‘right’ decision, but definitely the ‘best’ decision. Maybe. Hopefully. God, she prayed it was. They sat close together on the couch and watched a few old US reruns of Cheers and whatever other English language or subtitled crap they could find until JJ realised that Emily had fallen asleep, her head resting against JJ’s shoulder.

JJ watched her, listened to her slow, sleeping breaths, and she gently smoothed Emily’s hair away from her eyes. After another ten minutes or so, Emily sighed softly and stirred.

Lifting her head and rubbing at her eyes, Emily apologised. “Sorry, Jen. I guess I’m more tired than I thought.” She yawned.

“Let’s hit the hay, then huh?” JJ suggested. “Do you… need any help getting ready?” JJ asked.

“No, I’ll be okay. I’ll yell if I need anything.”

JJ watched Emily heading to the bathroom and she sighed heavily and rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands. It had been a hard day – a hard few weeks – but today was stressful and emotionally draining, and JJ’s head was pounding from trying to tiptoe around the situation…. From trying to block out the knowledge that she’d be leaving tomorrow night. Abandoning her friend to… to what? Loneliness. She chewed at her lip, trying to think of a way that she could stay in touch with Emily. A way that no one – Ian Doyle in particular – would be able to pick up on. She racked her brain over it as she threw a pillow and some blankets over the couch and began to make up a bed for the night there.

JJ busied herself loading the dishwasher and putting the last of the groceries away until Emily emerged from the bathroom in sweatpants and a thin, baggy jumper.

Emily’s eyes noted the couch made up as a bed. “What’s that Jayje? You can’t sleep on the couch – your back would never forgive me.”

“There’s just the one bed, Em.”

“Yeah, I…” Emily sighed and dropped her eyes. “I thought, maybe... it’s a big bed.” She shrugged. “Would you share it with me tonight?” She blushed and shook her head. “Sorry, Jayje… I don’t want to make anything awkward. I just… I just want your company a little bit longer.” She shuffled her feet and whispered “Shit. Sorry.”

“Hey Em.” JJ took a hold of Emily’s shoulders and smiled at her. “Which side of the bed do you want?”

Emily couldn’t help the smile that broke out on her face. “Thank you.”

When the bathroom was free and JJ stepped inside, she noted the regimented order that Emily had her medicines arranged in – pills; creams; dressings etc. They took up more than half of the cabinet. The hair dye and scissors sat on the shelf ready for tomorrow… the shower and toilet had a rail attached to the wall – that would be Clyde guesstimating her mobility, ensuring that Emily could move around if she was less mobile. JJ was relieved that those things would likely be unnecessary, but it showed her the level of caring that Clyde had for his former colleague. She wondered absently whether Emily and Clyde were ever more than teammates?

She cleaned her teeth, washed her face and slipped into her nightwear. She was strangely nervous about tonight. She had shared a bed with Emily before on cases. There had been times when one of them needed the other’s company, or times when it was just too damn cold to sleep alone. But tonight? Tonight felt different. JJ had never seen Emily like this. It had always been JJ needing comfort on hard cases, and Emily needing warmth on cold nights. But this was the other way around: Emily needed comfort and JJ wasn’t exactly sure of the best way to do that. Tomorrow Emily would be alone, and JJ didn’t want to make that harder. She took a breath, aware of how long she’d been in the bathroom. When she emerged, Emily was sat up in the bed looking just as anxious. Seeing that anxiety made JJ cave. Emily needed her. “You okay, Em?” JJ asked softly, slipping under the covers next to Emily. “Your feet are cold.” JJ noted when Emily hadn’t answered.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t worry – you’ll warm up.”

Emily shook her head. “No. I mean… this. I don’t want you to feel awkward.”

JJ slid her arm around Emily’s shoulders and drew her close. “It isn’t awkward. We’re friends.”

“Thanks.” Emily husked. “I just… I just need someone.”

“You’ve got me.” JJ whispered as Emily’s arms wrapped around her waist and held on tightly.

“I felt so alone in the hospital. And… before when Ian reared his ugly head.”

“You’re not alone tonight.” JJ reminded her. “I’m here. I’m right here.” She felt Emily’s shoulders shake softly and tightened her grip, rubbing Emily’s back gently as she quietly cried.

When Emily’s eyes opened, they snapped open sharply, a scream caught in her throat. She sat up, bolt upright, her drowsy brain taking a moment to figure out where she was. Her jumper was stuck to her body with sweat and she wiped at her brow. She had dreamt about Ian. Again. About that awful night in the basement. She could feel the coldness and smell the dampness. She could hear his voice and feel his breath, his hands. She exhaled slowly and glanced to her right. JJ was curled up, sleeping soundly. She stirred slightly - and Emily held her breath – but JJ did not wake.

Emily slipped carefully from the bed and clutched at her stomach. The wound was aching, the internal bruising from the surgery still not completely healed. Her breast felt heavy and sore and she cursed at her brain for conjuring that. The brand was HEALED. It DIDN’T hurt. But still her breast still seemed to be tender. “Psychosomatic.” She hissed quietly to herself.

She wandered out into the sitting room and sunk her weight onto the couch. She fought the urge to grab a painkiller. She didn’t actually need one and she was afraid of letting herself fall into a routine of using them as some kind of release from reality. She knew all too well how habit could become addiction – and she had to stay alert. Just in case HE came to find her.

She shuddered at the thought, wondering how she could fight him off in her condition. She knew Clyde left her a gun – she found it in the bathroom while JJ was shopping. It was hidden carefully, but she knew where to look. At Interpol there were always certain places that notes or supplies… weapons… information… were hidden. Taped under sinks or behind mirrors. The first thing she’d done on arriving was surreptitiously check those places – and Clyde hadn’t let her down.

Tomorrow. No. She looked at the clock. Later today JJ would be out arranging her paperwork and new passport and identity. And then... then JJ would be gone.

“There you are.”

Emily jumped at the sound of JJ’s soft voice. “Sorry. Did I wake you?”

JJ shook her head. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Nightmare?”

Emily nodded. “I’ve had worse.”

“Are you coming back to bed?” She extended her hand.

Emily took it and let JJ lead her back to the bedroom. “I’m sorry I woke you. Worried you.” Emily said softly.

“Don’t apologise. That’s why I’m here – for when you need me.”

“What if I need you tomorrow, or next week, or next month or…next year.” The thought of spending a year (or more, her brain furnished) stuck here under an assumed name, having to pretend, was a very daunting one.

“I’ve been thinking about that.” JJ nodded. “Online scrabble.”

Emily laughed loudly. “Scrabble? Are you nuts?”

“Hear me out!” JJ laughed, slipping into bed beside Emily. “We can play, and we can have stupid handles and no one will know it’s us.”

“Stupid handles, huh? Like what?”

JJ sighed and shrugged.

“Cheetoz Breath.” Emily nodded.

JJ gaped. “Are you trying to tell me something, Emily Prentiss.”

Emily grinned at her.

“Okay smart ass – what’s yours?”

“Goth Zombie.”

“That was fast!”

“Yeah. You should see me play scrabble.” Emily deadpanned.

“Am I locked into that name now, huh?” JJ asked.

“Yep.”

“Fine.” JJ folded her arms and pretended to pout.

Emily chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Thanks JJ. For everything. I know it’s been tough on you, with the team and all, but…I really do appreciate it.”

JJ smiled softly. “I wish I could do more.”

Emily nodded. “I wish I could’ve said goodbye to them – the team, I mean. And my parents. I feel so guilty. They think I’m dead and I’m not, I’m sat here in Paris of all places eating and drinking and breathing. But…I still feel dead. I’m dead because apart from you, Hotch and Clyde, I don’t exist anymore. I’m someone else now: new name, new personality. Pretending again. Lying again. I’m so scared what might happen if you get Doyle and take me back there. They know about the lies from my Interpol days and now… they’ll just see more lies. How can I look them in the eyes, JJ? How will they ever be able to trust me again?”

JJ shook her head. “I don’t know. But I trust that they will see why we had to do this. I trust that they’ll just be happy to have you back. I trust that their friendship is deeper than you think it is, Em. I hope you trust in those things too.”

Emily said nothing.

“Em?”

Still nothing.

“I know you’re thinking about something. What is it? Come on.”

Emily sighed heavily. “If I just…disappeared then you wouldn’t have to keep up that lie anymore. You could just make my death real and I’d go somewhere, start again. I could make sure Ian never found me.”

“He found you before.” JJ reminded her gently.

“So what? I won’t have anyone close for him to target. He could just do what he always wanted to do and just kill me. And it wouldn’t matter, because I’m already dead to everyone I care about. But now? What is this, JJ? You lying to your friends – to your husband, for God’s sake; Hotch lying to his bosses; me stuck here and Ian – Christ knows where he is. He could be on the fucking metro right now, just waiting for you to leave so he can finish me off and if he does that then this whole fucking charade is for NOTHING! You will have alienated the team for fucking NOTHING!”

JJ stared at Emily in shock, the anger and hurt stunning her into silence. Emily was out of bed again and pacing the other side of the room.

“I need a fucking cigarette.” She muttered half to herself. “GOD!” She stopped her pacing and turned to JJ. “Jesus JJ…I’m sorry.” She hissed at herself. She seemed to spend her whole fake life apologising. “I didn’t mean most of that.” She conceded reluctantly.

JJ scoffed. “I think that’s the most honest you’ve been for a while.”

Emily shot her a scathing glance.

“I mean, shit Em… you should have told us sooner about Doyle! As soon as you knew, you should have come to us.” JJ’s own anger was rising. She’d had hardly any sleep since Hotch came up with this crazy ass plan and the stress of lying to the team at work, and Will at home and watching Emily recovering from her wounds in hospital had been eating away at her.

“It wasn’t your problem.”

“Well it sure as shit is now!”

“Well I didn’t exactly ASK you for any of this did I?” Emily yelled. “I was in a FUCKING COMA when you decided to kill me off.”

The room fell into silence.

Emily turned her back and stared out of the window into the darkness outside, her hands gripping the window sill. She heard the bed creak and soft footsteps padding towards her.

“We didn’t know what else to do.” JJ whispered. “Yeah, it’s a shitty plan, but… we had no time to think. All we wanted was to keep you safe.”

“I’m not made of glass.” Emily hissed angrily, pulling away from JJ’s reaching hand. She turned her back to her friend. “I’m not really angry at you.” She said, although her tone was still sharp. “It’s Ian. God… Ian. You know… there was a time I thought I loved him.” She admitted.

JJ frowned. “For real?”

Emily nodded, her head dropping. “It was probably five months into the job, maybe six, I’m not sure. He took us – Declan and I – away to Vienna. For a weekend there was no business, no guns… just the three of us.” She laughed softly. “Declan was three at the time and God, he loved to cuddle up to me and have me read to him. And Ian was so gentle and… it’d been so long, JJ, living Lauren’s life and… I let myself fall for him. I’ve never been in love, you know? And… it was nice to….to let myself be in love.”

“Oh Em.” JJ sighed, reaching out again to Emily. This time Emily didn’t shrug her away, she accepted the embrace and they held one another, all anger forgotten.

“It’s nearly dawn.” JJ noted softly. “Are you tired?”

Emily shook her head.

“Coffee?”

“Please.” Emily watched her friend head through to the kitchen. Today was the day. The day the JJ would leave.

The day when she would have to start afresh. The last day of Emily Prentiss and the first day of whoever would be printed on the documents that JJ would collect this evening. Who would she be? Who had Clyde crafted for her? The two women sat in the kitchen in silence as the sun rose fully. There was really nothing more to say. Emily was already mentally starting to distance herself from JJ – JJ could feel it. She could see it – the way that Emily seemed to be holding herself: more restrained, more formal. JJ guessed it was the start of the new person that Emily would have to be here in Paris.

“Will you cut my hair?” Emily asked.

“Are you sure?”

A nod. “I need it to be different. The colour you picked? That’s good.” she said.

“Are you ready now?”

“Yeah.”

JJ spent almost the next hour cutting and dyeing Emily’s hair. They were slight changes – a little length taken off and a dark, rusty red dye… but the difference in Emily was quite startling. JJ could truly see a new person emerging in front of her.

“I’ll be gone most of the day.” JJ said softly, her eyes still adjusting to the new Emily. “I need to sort everything with the bank and Clyde’s contacts… get your paperwork and finances ready. Collect your personal papers and background. Will you be alright?”

“Fine.” Emily nodded.

JJ eyed her closely. “Okay. I’ll head out after breakfast.”

Emily nodded, not letting JJ see her anxiety. Not letting herself feel it. In fact, she decided to get some supplies herself while JJ was out: wine; cigarettes; some more clothes; a knife. Just essentials.

“I shouldn’t come back here tonight with your papers.” JJ said softly after they finished a light breakfast of eggs and toast.

“There’s a café near here. Quiet. Le Peleton. We could meet there.”

JJ nodded. “Seven?”

“Seven.”

“And… Thursdays, right? Online?”

Emily offered a smile. “Thursdays.”

JJ took Emily’s hand. “Take care. Please.”

“You too. He’s still out there.”

JJ returned her smile. “We’ll get him. We will.”

The smile that Emily produced didn’t fool either of them. She was more scared of having to go back and face everyone who believe her to be dead than she was of facing Ian.

JJ’s eyes held hers as she stepped to the door. Her soft “Bye.” was almost lost.

Emily pressed her hands to the door as it closed. “Don’t go, Jen.” She whispered to the wood. “Don’t leave me alone.”

#jemily #emily prentiss #friendship

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majorxmaggiexboy · 2 years

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HELLO my love!! F, V, R, W for the ask meme <3

!!!!! HEY BESTIE ILY

F - Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

!!!! This is Very Old, but i’ve been pretty pleased with it because *checks notes* Gus. and Ghost AU :3 Also several bits that actually tie into other bits of the overall story. Tone stuff, too. And the fact that i had a lot of fun with it.

At first, Gus isn’t surprised to open his eyes at- he glances at the clock, then back again -2:37 in the morning to find his best friend staring down at him. Not like it’s never happened before. It’s why his first instinct is to scowl instead of scream like a little girl.

Then he remembers, and he’s scrambling to sit up.

“Shawn-?” he sputters, “How did you- I thought- Wait a damn minute. I’m dreaming.”

The other’s face is a kaleidoscope. Or some kind of weird mirror. Watching Shawn jump a little, shifty-eyed like he’s been caught, then give that half-smile only to to fall back into a cautious frown, Gus is almost tempted to say something like ‘stop copying me’

Instead, he says, “I am dreaming, right?”

“I’m-” Shawn’s mouth opens, then closes.

Gus frowns. “Because I know you wouldn’t really ghost me for two months, let me think you got brutally murdered, then just show up in my room at two-thirty-seven in the morning like we’ve got a case or something.”

Dream!Shawn cringes a little. “Nah, Gus,” he softens, uncharacteristically wistful, voice almost a whisper, “I wouldn’t do that to you.” Then he looks thoughtful. “Well, technically-”

“-Shawn,” Gus deadpans, “I am not trying to do this with you right now. It is two-forty in the morning, and I have a long day ahead of me.” he nods, decisive, eyes determinedly shut. “You’re a figment of my imagination. Probably my brain’s way of helping me cope with the trauma. And I appreciate that, but I’d rather stick to crying on my lunchbreak if you don’t mind. Now-”

“-The trauma? You’re traumatized?”

Gus opens one eye. “You would know, being part of my subconscious and all. Hell yes, I am traumatized. Everybody was. You know that.”

There’s an awkward silence as Gus closes his eyes again, then he adds, “I’m glad you’re looking like yourself again.”

“Who else have I looked like?" Dream!Shawn sounds curious, if kind of...flat. Distracted, maybe. “Someone ridiculously cool and handsome, obviously, but-”

Gus shrugs into his pillows. “I assumed you’d know all about the nightmare versions of this. You know I couldn’t stop dreaming about you in that hospital bed, or-”

“You know what? Don’t think about that,” Dream!Shawn interrupts. He’s covered in bandages. He sighs and runs a hand through hair that’s way darker than it should be. “I’m serious.”

“Sorry,” Gus mumbles, and ten minutes later the bandages are gone. Dream!Shawn looks just like he did the last time he bounced out of the office. Just ... less excited. More nervous. Weird.

In fact, dream!Shawn is pacing. Wringing his hands together.

It’s three-thirteen in the morning when Gus gives up and sighs. This might be better than the nightmares, but it’s still creepy, and now there’s a lump in his throat way too early in the morning. He might have to call out sick; he’s definitely going to be too choked up to get through a meeting no matter how much John Legend he listens to on the way to work. Maybe he really should book an extra therapy appointment-

“Uhm, Gus? About ghosting you for two months, letting you think I got brutally murdered, and then showing up in your room at two-forty-three in the morning like I have a case or something?”

Gus opens his eyes again.

Dream!Shawn is swimming about an inch away from his face. He’s half-apologetic, half-manic. “...I know I literally just said I wouldn’t do that to you, but two of those aren’t my fault unless you want to blame me for getting murdered. Which I think we can all agree would be pretty problematic of you, Gus. Also, your clock is slow. So technically the only thing I’m legitimately guilty of is showing up in your room like we have a case or something, whiiiiiiiiich- - -I’m really, really so sorry, but my murder isn’t gonna solve itself, and I’m kind of limited right now, so...”

Gus stares.

Shawn stares back. Flashes a quick, wobbly grin.

“Surpriiiiise?”

V- If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

haha oh no i mean i’d totally be into short prequel/sequel for Peter 3 specifically in Where the Sunlight Ends (I am slap dang feral for the worldbuilding you’ve done in that fic like holy hats it’s TOO good) and also bc by a whole Reach, film adaptations could be considered fanworks of the books they’re based on, i’d write a sequel to On Drakon. bc it practically writes itself.

R - Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

@f-ro-g well of course you’re on the list, possum, ever since i stumbled upon your Musketeers fic back around 2014 your work has continued to amaze and inspire so just jot that down.

Also @therapardalis because oh. my god. the care and detail put into that OC. i was genuinely intimidated by Thera when i originally came to tumblr but she quickly became one of my dear favorites

and

@samayla, not just bc ur writing is incredible on its own (Utterly Impractical Magician SENDS ME) but also that time you talked about the Mrs. Mockturtle Method of essentially pretending to be someone else while writing in order to get over Fear/Embarrassment/Stagefright prior to the editing stage. Loved that.

W -Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

BOTH???? General prompts offer a lot of maneuverability and room for interpretation which is good, like being offered a general Vibe and going “Aight, Bet.” and then Specific prompts are great bc it’s like this this and this happens which basically takes care of the meat of the situation so all the writer has to fool with is the seasoning.

#thank you mon ami ilysm!

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the-inglorious-king-of-dunces · 10 months

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First time posting

Yo, internet, first time talking to the vast void of the interwebs, I guess.

Uhm, wanna say hi, if anybody reads this, and wants to continue reading this blog in general, it'll be a lot of me talking about life stuff, dnd stuff, transformers stuff, devil may cry, marvel, dragon ball, JJBA, and whatever other stuff I feel passionately about in the moment, as well as some *insert jazz hands here* trauma *insert more jazz hands here* from my ex, who if you see this somehow, I truly forgive you for hurting me, I understand that you were hurt by so many people, by so much trauma you went through, I forgive you because I have to to move on, and I hope that you believe that.

Moving on from that, uhm, something I'm extremely excited about that's happening really soon, gonna be selling my PS4 to a friend of mine so that I can then buy a PS5 within the next week and a half, so that's very cool. I find it very funny, that PS4, my ex gave that to me, after one of their ex's gave it to them, so I guess I wanted to break the cycle and give it to someone I call my brother.

I am also extremely fucking (oh probably should mention, I fucking swear a lot, sorry in advance) excited about the new Spider-man game coming out in October, it looks so awesome, and I'm so happy that I'm finally deciding to buy a PS5 so that I will actually be able to play the new game!

I guess I should also mention, I kinda sort of applied for a part-time job, at my local farmers market, like, when there is an opening available, they might consider me for it. I find it funny, I went to a technical high school for I.T. stuff, now that I'm out of high school, been thinking about what I actually want to do with my life, thinking about making a difference, I'd rather do something like work at a great local business, or work at a homeless shelter, and directly help people in desperate need. I just, I feel like helping people is what I'm supposed to do, like it's what I need to do, like it's what a younger me would be proud of since it's the next best thing to being a superhero, which a young me definitely wanted to become. But, most importantly, I feel like it would make my mom proud. I've been thinking about my mom lately. How much I miss her. I still remember her voice, which I'm happy about, since that's what people forget about a person first after they pass away. She helped people a lot. I really want to do the same. I hope I won't fuck up.

Next on the updates list, I have sent in an application for adult driver's ed at the high school I just graduated from, which is not gonna happen for a while, cause there's no spots available until the fucking winter! I guess people had the same Idea as me, lol. But, at least it's been started, so hell yeah!

I think that's about it for today, might say something again tomorrow, might not, probably will forget to, but know that I'm not dead if I don't say anything tomorrow. Everyone have a wonderful day, and remember to drink a lot of water throughout the day.

#personal rants

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icarusthelunarguard · 2 years

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This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter.

This week is inspired by one of the greatest new wave, punk, and dance-rock bands of the late 20th century…. ZZ TOP! –more specifically their car, the 1933 Ford Coupe, the ZZ Mobile!

Aries

You get to be matched up with the inglorious vehicle that was called, “A Mailbox On Wheels”. In Europe it was the “Zastava Koral”, otherwise known in North America as… The Yugo. Yes it was built in Yugoslavia, but it started its life being designed in Italy for Fiat. And just like the Yugo of old, and there are very FEW Old Yugos, just because you aren’t doing well now, doesn’t mean you don’t have a history to be proud of. This week, learn to speak in sign language. Not Italian Sign Language!

Taurus

You’re older than people think, but still got plenty of pep in you if you’re given a little extra work. In 1984’s “Ghostbusters”, Ecto-1 was 25 years old - and you looked better at that age. All you’ll need to get spruced up are knee replacements, hangnail removal, a pedicure, hot-oil massage, new glasses, gastric bypass, tush implants... maybe a new diet, also vocal lessons, a little psychological counseling.... And you’ll be right as rain!

Gemini

When we say “Smokey and the Bandit”, you probably think of the 1976 Pontiac Trans Am and its gold firebird painted on the front. But you know who was more important? The Snowman and Fred in their Kenworth W900A short-frame semi barreling down the road, smashing that last 4 miles of an 18-hundred mile trip like an absolute legend! And just like Bandit-2, this week you’ll be finishing every project at the last minute in class!

Cancer Moon-Child

Speaking of tractor-trailers, what’s THE MOST iconic tractor-trailer you can think of? That’s right; Optimus Freekin’ Prime! In the 80’s he was a Freightliner FL86, but in the 2007 live-action movie he was changed to a Peterbilt 379. Now, a year earlier, in the movie “Cars”, Lightning calls out for “Mac”, but he mistakes Jerry for his ride. Jerry is a Peterbilt 352. So is Jerry the ancestor of Optimus Prime? OH! Right! Your ‘Scope. Uhm… Watch more older movies.

Leo

The only way the 1948 Ford Deluxe Convertible from Grease could fly was either in a dream sequence or off a cliff. And considering it was refurbished by a bunch of high school gearheads in their school’s automotive shop class, I think we know which one is more likely. This week let loose all your inhibitions when you dream and fly that car into the skies. It’ll be your one true escape from the rest of the crap going on around you.

Virgo

Launched in 1976, the Lotus Esprit S1 wasn’t much of a splash… until it was driven underwater by James Bond in The Spy Who Loved Me. And just like the Esprit you won’t show off how good you are until you’re shoved, unwillingly, underwater. In other words, take a shower this weekend!.

Libra

Semi-Sentient, capable of driving itself, with a love of playing practical jokes, skipping across water, and armed with super-speed, shooting oil, your car, with California License Plate “OFP 857” wasn’t a racer, but it beat every car it was pitted against. This week, check your biases - because we’re referring to “Herbie the Love Bug”, and not the Knight Industries Two-Thousand.

Scorpio

You’re being paired with, arguably, THE singularly Most Iconic of iconic vehicles: the 1955 Ford Lincoln Futura; otherwise known to Millions upon Millions as THE Batmobile. Sadly you’re not nearly as easy to remember, but let’s be fair… compared to that car, who is? This week your memory is going to be sketchy, so start putting labels on anything and everything you think might be important. Things like the Atomic Reactor Pile in the Batcave… YEAH! The Batcave had a nuclear reactor in it! Meaning if The Penguin had grabbed a Geiger Counter, it would have been Game Over! Kinda like how Lex Luthor followed Superman in 1980’s “Superman II”.

Sagittarius

Just to piss off Scorpio, YOU’RE getting paired with the OTHER Batmobile, The Tumbler. Just like that… “car”? –you’re not as flashy, or as visible, or as tricked out with signage, but you are dark, got an unmistakable growl just before you pounce, and my… GOD! You can bite through someone that’s in your way! This week embrace your moods and enjoy the nightlife on your own terms. And, yes - capes after 8pm is a Fashion Do.

Capricorn

Back in the day the DeLorean DMC-12 from “Back To The Future” already had a checkered image. John DeLorean was charged with cocaine trafficking to earn some money for his failing company, but was found not guilty. Hence the joke; Why should you never drive behind a DeLorean? Because it keeps inhaling the whte lines in the middle of the road. This week you’re going to be dealing with someone making bad comments about you. Start thinking up disarming jokes now..

Aquarius

Your mood is gunna suck this week. For that reason alone you’re head-to-bumper with the 1958 Plymouth Fury known as “Christine”. Or was it the Belvedere? Or the Savoy? Truth is, it was ALL of them, and just like that your mood is going to be all over the road. The best you can do to mitigate it is get sleep, eat good meals, and for Chrissakes… Stop being a stalker! It’s over!

Pisces

You aren’t the most famous one on this list, but you are personally memorable for those that ever interacted with you. Just like the 1966 Ford Mustang Coupe with its front and rear triangle windows, T-Stick transmission shifter, and desire to just gallop on the highway, you will have people wanting to try to keep pace with you, just to watch you work. Cool people don’t look back at explosions, and cooler people ignore the fans. Your disinterest will make you MORE attractive.

And THOSE are your Hobble-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook and Discord.

#horrorscope #funny #comdy #parody #does anybody still remember King Tut finding the batcave

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for the teen Titans ficlet thing, I don’t suppose you could do “there was only one bed” for robin and starfire?

*slams fist down on table* STARFIRE IS THE BIG SPOON.

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"I think you are overacting," Starfire said, her arms folded across her garish tye-dyed nightshirt.

"Overreacting," Robin corrected, adjusting the waistband on his sweats as he stepped out of the bathroom, "And--I'm not. I've slept in lean-tos in the Alaskan hinterland and in literal trees in the Virunga mountains. I can handle a hotel floor."

Starfire scoffed. "You are being ridiculous! It is a bed! There is room for two! Plenty of my people sleep in Tesh'li!"

"Er..." Robin gave her a blank look and Starfire seemed to realize that that word hadn't translated over.

"Uhm..." Starfire's brow furrowed for a few seconds as she struggled for the closest english equivalent, "Tesh'li are like... clusters? P-piles? It is very common for families."

"...Tamaraneans sleep in piles?" Robin's brow crinkled at the mental image.

" Tesh'li. 'Piles' implies gravity is a strong factor in the composition of bodies," said Starfire.

"...right, floating..." Robin said quietly.

"The whole team had a big Tesh'li in that cave when we had that mission in Markovia!" Starfire said, clearly frustrated, "Beast Boy turned into a grizzly bear and Cyborg turned off his cooling systems to share body heat! You and Raven even shared your capes! Why is this worse? Am I worse?"

"It's not worse--I mean obviously you're not worse-- it's just---when it's just two people--" Robin drew in a tense breath through his teeth before slumping his shoulders, defeated. "It's like... an earth... thing."

"I am aware that earth has many things," said Starfire, clearly not satisfied with this answer.

Robin sighed.

"Oh!" Starfire perked up, "It is one of your earth intimacy hangups! Because large portions of your population spent several centuries convincing yourselves that your natural instinct to be close and reproduce were affronts to your creator deities! And that still lingers in your cultural practices!"

"Uh..." Robin didn't really have a response to that.

"I have been reading the Earth histories," said Starfire, a little smugly.

"That's great," said Robin, meekly.

“Well it is not like any of ‘the funny business’ will be happening,” said Starfire, using the finger quotes around the words ‘funny business.’ Robin really regretted letting Beast Boy teach her how to make air quotes with her fingers and that she had only been getting better at figuring out when to use them. “But I will respect your cultural practice and let you sleep on the floor, even though that is dumb and a little gross and you will wake up with the aching back.”

"You sure are a diplomat, huh?" said Robin, drily.

“Mm-hmm!” Starfire nodded.

This was supposed to be a victory in the argument for Robin--since Starfire was recognizing the boundaries he was laying out, but who was he laying them out for if she didn’t care about them? Himself? Alfred had made a point of bringing him up to be ‘proper’ and ‘gentlemanly’ (perhaps to make up for some shortcomings with Bruce) but Robin’s own childhood in the Circus was closer to what Starfire was describing--the performers spent so much time traveling and setting up and breaking down the circus that they had to catch sleep when they could, sleeping in piles, often with little regard for gender or age. He remembered sleeping splayed across his parents’ laps when he was small, or with his cheek smushed against Samson the Strongman’s bicep, or even in the pile of poodles, borzois, and border collies that made up the act of ‘Rivka’s Fabulous Tumbling Dogs.’ Sometimes he would even wake up with white greasepaint smudged in his hair from sleeping on one of the clowns’ shoulders. But now here he was, feeling like a bit of an idiot as Starfire pulled some sheets off the bed and the extra pillow and handed them over to him, before plopping down cross-legged on the bed herself and turning on the hotel room TV.

“Did you want to watch something?” Starfire glanced at him.

“I’m fine with whatever you want to watch,” Robin shrugged.

Robin took the uncomfortable wooden chair next to the too-small hotel table where their mostly-eaten one-half pepperoni one half pineapple-anchovy pizza sat. Starfire quickly flicked through the channels until reaching a public access channel where a reindeer bellowed on the screen.

“The noble caribou,” the narrator spoke, “A proud fixture of the tundras of the north that have roamed these grass-covered polar deserts for thousands of years.”

Robin gave a glance over to Starfire who was lying on her stomach on the bed and kicking her feet back and forth, her chin in her hands like any preppy teenaged earth girl watching her favorite low-budget cringeworthy high school drama starring 29-year-olds.

“But this is not a story of the caribou, no we will focus on a friend who has been here even longer,” the camera panned down to a caribou gnawing some knotty, netted-looking substance from the ground, “That industrious, unsung hero: The lichen. This is... Life of Lichen.”

“What happened to ‘World of Fungus?’” Robin tilted his head.

“You remembered?” Starfire perked up.

“I mean it’s your favorite,” Robin shrugged, “Or I guess this is your new favorite?”

“Life of Lichen is the sequel!” Starfire said excitedly, “Technically it is the third sequel. The first was ‘Our Friend the Algae,’ the second was, ‘World of Fungus’ and now it is ‘Life of Lichen!’ Because you need both algae and fungus to create it,” She paused a bit, “I can... change it if you prefer something else though.”

“Nah I kind of like it. It’s calming,” said Robin, “I used to only research stuff for like... missions and investigations... it’s nice to just... be interested in things.” He craned in his seat a little to see better.

“There is room,” said Starfire, scooting herself over, “You can see better here.”

Robin paused for a few seconds, then got up and took a seat on the bed, propping some pillows up against the headboard for himself to lean against.

“While lichen bears superficial similarity to moss, there are many differences, the first starting with composition. Mosses, of course, are plants, while lichens are composite organisms, there are over 20,000 known species...” The documentary narrator continued talking as the camera panned across a rainbow of lichens on the side of a rock and Robin found his eyelids drooping,

He could have sworn he only rested his eyes for a few minutes when he suddenly startled awake. Most of the hotel room lights were off, save for the bedside lamp, the credits were running on the TV and the previews were next week’s episode were promising to delve into the exciting world of lichens growing on trees, as opposed to this episode which mainly featured lichens growing on rocks.

“Starfire?” Robin said, his voice hoarse with sleepiness.

“Mm?” Starfire was already turning around and fluffing up her pillow, the faint green glow of her eyes creating a low spooky light in the room.

“The floor’s kinda gross,” said Robin.

“The floor is indeed gross,” said Starfire.

“Is it cool if--”

“It is very cool,” said Starfire. She reached and got the pillow he had on the floor next to the bed and passed it over to him.

“Alright,” Robin got under the sheets. Maybe he would have found more energy to be flustered about the action if he hadn’t been lulled by an hour of a husky British accent talking about lichens. Starfire seemed to be respecting his ‘earth intimacy hangups’ and slept on her side with her back to him.

“G’night,” said Robin.

“Sleep well,” Starfire’s voice was half muffled into her pillow as he turned off the bedside lamp.

It didn’t take too long for Starfire’s breathing to go slow and rhythmic, but Robin was still staring at the ceiling.

God, I made that weird, he thought, Why did I have to make such a big deal about sleeping on the floor? I mean I literally was repeatedly saying it’s not a big deal and it wasn’t but now it’s a whole thing. What if she thinks I don’t like her? What if she knows I like her but she’s really pushing the alien thing so we don’t have to address it? No that’s awful, she wouldn’t do that--earth means too much to her to do that. That was shitty of me to think. ‘Earth Intimacy hangups.’ I don’t have earth intimacy hangups. I should probably let her know that it’s probably not cool to tell people they have ‘earth intimacy hangups’ right to their face. I’m cool with it though. Because I don’t make big deals of things. I mean it wouldn’t be a big deal to sleep on the floor. Oh god I’m obsessing over this.

He turned on his side so that he was facing her back in the bed. He stared at her, watching her shoulders slowly shift with her breath. He tried to match the pace of his breath to hers.

Tesh’li, huh? he thought, and he felt his eyelids get heavy. He imagined a distant world with high-ceilinged palaces, and a family sleeping in a pile on a heap of luxurious cushions and circular futons, one of their two daughters hovering upside-down just above them. His eyelids slowly slid shut, Doesn’t sound so bad...

He woke up at 2 in the morning drowning in hair.

Starfire was hovering about a half foot off the bed, half the blankets hanging off of her, still in that same ‘lying on her side’ position, though now angled so that the majority of her hair was piled directly on Robin’s face. Robin sputtered quietly, pushing hair out of his eyes and mouth and flinching hard as he realized Starfire was floating.

“Star-pft-fire?” he whispered hoarsely, still pushing hair from his face.

“Robinnn... Kan’ah peq lor-faon eshdarm...” Starfire murmured in Tamaranean.

“...What?” Robin said blankly before she dropped back down onto the bed with a bounce and a loud creak of mattress springs, still dead asleep. A cat-like snore escaped her as she readjusted herself in the blankets. Robin breathed in a steadying breath, coming to terms with what he had just seen and how it was all perfectly normal what with Starfire being an alien. Then he repeated that last mental sentence back to himself and wondered how long ago this work had claimed his sanity like it had claimed Bruce’s. He didn’t have long to dwell on that thought, however, as Starfire turned over in her sleep, wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him close, her alien strength moving him with the same ease as she might grab a stuffed animal.

“Star?” Robin whispered again as her arm snaked over his chest. He felt her body pressing into him from behind. His face was burning.

“Hmm... Wurul tai horqarr, Silkie...” she mumbled, squeezing Robin close.

“Er.. Star--I’m not--Ggk!” Robin winced a little at the tight squeeze, wondering for a few seconds if he was going to get a broken rib, but then Starfire seemed to nuzzle her cheek against his hair and her grip relaxed with a slight sigh.

Her hair was still enveloping him in a river of orange. She was warm--warmer than any human he could remember, and being in her arms felt like that almost- too-warm that’s perfect for dozing off while reading on summer afternoons. She smelled like ozone, and Lapsang-Souchong tea, and fresh-cut citrus. He wondered how he smelled to her. If he smelled like a memory of another planet. He listened to her breathing for a few minutes longer, as the warmth of her sank into him. He felt the exhaustion he always felt like he was barely outrunning catch up to him again, but here he was willing to let it overtake him.

Maybe I should wake her up? I mean... alien strength... don’t want to get crushed if she has a weird dream or something. Probably the smart thing to do, he thought.

“Zontar-ha peq lor-yuur’vyn...” Starfire murmured in her sleep and readjusted herself against him again, her body curving around him.

Eh. There are worse ways to go, he thought as he closed his eyes.

#dickkory #dc #teen titans #I loved hearing Kory speak Tamaranean in the show--it sounded almost klingon? In a good way #...ironically I'm talking about the live-action trainwreck and not the 03 show there #anyway cuddling: we should all do more of it #robstar

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