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jungle-angel · 1 year

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A Selkie in the Sunshine State: Part 1 (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: When you were young, you had heard tales of the seal people. Many thought you were completely crazy, until you met one for yourself. You just didn’t know how much it would change your life for the better.

Tagging: @lt-bradshaw I know I’ve gotta do a taglist but I’m completely inept with technology and with this hellsite in general (lol).

Key West, Florida

You stepped out into the bright Florida sunshine, feeling so much more at ease now that you had all the time in the world to yourself. Sunshine, sunscreen and sandals....you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Moving to Key West had been the best decision you had ever made, getting away from the cold winters in your hometown and far, far away from the things that bothered you day in and day out. Your health drastically improved with the tropical sunshine, your eating habits had gotten better and you could walk to and from work with no problem. Hell, you were finally able to wear all those pretty clothes you loved that would have normally had to be packed away during the winter.....but here, you could finally be yourself. Your wonderful, free, self.

Down to the white, powdery sand beach you went from your little cottage, the turquoise and peach pink shuttered little structure facing part of the street with its little white picket fence and porch while the back faced the ocean. The turquoise and teal water gently pulled in and out off the beach, the smell of salt and sunshine tied together in the breeze. Today was sure to be perfect. You had a feeling that you just knew that everything about today would be perfect.

All along the shores you went, gathering shells and sand dollars, the water washing over your feet as you stepped over a small pile of seaweed. Your eyes suddenly fell to a yellow-green piece of something in the washed up weeds, something plastic with thin threads that formed a diamond lattice.....part of a ripped up drag-net.

It wasn’t uncommon that you found something like that. Every now and again, you clipped up those pieces along with empty soda can rings to make sure no sea critters became their unfortunate victims. Yet something else caught your attention from further down the beach, something that sounded like crying.

You rushed to the commotion, following the noise until it grew louder and louder when you suddenly laid eyes on what was making the noise.

“Oh buddy, I’m so sorry, c’mere, you’re ok.”

It was a little grey monk seal with thready little rings of white around its eyes. The poor little thing bawled and cried, tangled in the drag-net that had washed it up on shore, the seaweed hanging from it like clumps of dark green hair. You clipped away at the tough, plasticky threads with the Swiss army knife you kept in your pocket, trying painfully hard not to hurt the little guy who squirmed and wriggled.

“Ok, ok, you’re almost out,” you cooed to the seal.

No sooner did you cut the last plastic thread that something frightening and strange unfolded right before your very eyes. The seal’s skin seemed to drop away like wet cloth as flashes of a pale, human form were revealed. The seal skin hung from one shoulder, a wet, bedraggled mess as the figure kept his hands planted in the dirt, coughing and spitting up water. Your breath stilled as you reached out your hand to touch his well-muscled back, your movement slow and tentative, fearing that when he turned around, he’d instead be some hoary, razor-toothed horror of the deep.

Your hand had barely touched him when he let out a loud gasp, both of you startled by it all. You instinctively clamped a hand over your mouth, in complete disbelief at the man who faced you. He wasn’t some terrifying humanoid from the darkest depths of the ocean. His eyes were of the deepest cerulean blue, the features in his face soft and shy looking. His chin and pencil thin lips wobbled a little, from what, you had no idea. His hair was a soft, dark blonde that grew lighter in the midday sunshine while perched on his nose was a pair of wire-rimmed aviator glasses......birth control goggles as the airmen from Pensacola would call them.

“I.....you.....what are you?” you stammered.

“Miss please I.....I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I just.....”

You were still tentative to even speak as the grey seal skin fell from his shoulder. The only noise you could remotely hear was the gentle slapping of water. “No, I should be the one who’s sorry,” you told him. “I didn’t....I didn’t know.”

The young man cleared his throat, the sunlight making his unusually pale skin a near blinding white. “I um....I would stand up but.....”

“You have a cut somewhere?” you asked.

“No it’s.....it’s a little more complicated than that Miss uh.....”

“(Y/n),” you answered. “My name is (Y/n). You?”

“Bob,” he answered.

“Bob?” you said, chuckling a little. “I’ve never heard of a selkie named Bob before.”

Bob’s eyes went wide, his mouth opening like a guppy gasping for air. “How do you....?”

“I read alot,” you admitted. “C’mere, I’ll help you up.”

“Oh (y/n), please, I don’t think you want to do that,” he said, turning bright red.

“And why not?”

“I’m.....I’m naked.”

You blushed a little too, a snicker escaping your nostrils. It wouldn’t have been the first time you saw a man naked nor would it be the last time. You took his hands in yours, instantly aware of a strange, warm sensation rippling through you. Not a bad one, but something warm and comforting.....just like home.

“How about this,” you said, biting your lip and trying not to cast your eyes downward. “I have plenty of clothes back at the house. You can borrow them until we can get you some new ones.”

“Thank you,” Bob chuckled.

He picked up his seal skin, shaking the sand off its damp surface before he wrapped part of it around his waist and followed you back up to the cottage.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #dagger squad #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader

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littlespaceporgs · 3 years

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The Clone Wars Reacts - Part 5

Or Leah loses her shit at Jar Jar, thirsts for Aayla Secura for an episode and a half, and then swoons for Riyo Chuchi.

Welcome once more to the Reacts series! I’m a busy woman for now but I am setting up a schedule for this series which will be

Today we’re covering episodes 12, 13, 14 and BONUS! 15. This is because I got super bored during episode 14 and basically didnt write anything so, here you go! As per usual, major spoiler alert for season 1 of the clone wars! If you haven’t read the previous parts to this series, I suggest you do so that you can follow along!

Part 1 - Episodes 1 and 2 Part 2 - Episodes 3, 4 and 5 Part 3 - Episodes 6, 7 and 8 Part 4 - Episodes 9, 10 and 11

Tags (if you want to join, my taglist can be found on my page!): @likeshootingstarsinthenightsky @girlvader @simping-for-fives @littlevodika @hounding-around @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life @onabouteverything @acciokenobi @catsnkooks @captainrexstan @roseofalderaan @fractiouskat

We’re well past the half-way point, so there is 2 parts left of season 1, and then onto season 2! So lets get into it!

Episode 12: The Gungan General

> heheheheheheheh jar jar I am KEEN

> I get hondo and jar jar in one episode

>> this’ll be funny

>>> actually no scratch that, this is gonna be hilarious

> oh and they woke up in a cell this will be fun

> HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA AND THEYRE BOUND TO DOOKU

> DISASTER I TELL YOU

> “if I keep my mouth shut you’ll devise a plan so get off the god forsaken planet?” “YES”

> this dude seems traitorous as fuck (im referring to one of the pirates, not dooku shockingly)

> I wish Ahsoka and Yoda were in this too, I want more disaster lineage

> ah he is indeed a traitor

> “HEIDY HO CHANCELLOR”

> JAR JAR WHOO

> “stop messing around, we’re landing. Secure yourself” “MESA TRYING ITS STUCK”

> promptly followed by jar jar falling everywhere

> oh and now he’s in the cockpit

> oh shit that senator guy is definitely dead right?

> “do control tour protégées insolence” “anakin, control your insolence, the count is concentrating”

> “do we know where we’re going?” “Ssh anakin” “DO we know where we’re going?”

> is it safe? Of course it i- riiiiiight

>> I forgot this was the clone wars for a second, this is gold

> FRIENDS DONT DRUG FRIENDS HONDO

> y’know, dooku’s quite amusing when he’s not trying to kill my favourite characters

> “are you now in command” “uh no, binks is the highest ranking” ooooohhhh boy

> ooooooohhhh and some mind tricks too, nice

> I hate to say this, but jar jar is actually smart

> holy shit

> beasties are nearby too, we’ll be fine. they run, we run

>> Dayum jar jar actually making good decisions?

> I present a real and accurate image of my reaction to this statement

> Mesa be having an idea oooohhh booooyyy

> obi wan that is no way to speak to your grandmaster

> be patient master the count is elderly and doesn’t move like he used to

> I would kill you both now if I didn’t have to drag your bodies

>> HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH this is the only reaction I’ll accept

> then falling all over each other is the only thing I’ve ever needed to see

> “ this is not going well” no shit

> my question is why did obi wan not drop Dooku?? Does he actually still care about this man?

> you’re right, I don’t think youre going to be friends 🤦‍♀️😂

> sneaky lying snake

> bruh they don’t even know you’ve got the Jedi captive??????????

>> so how does that work you dumbass

> no shit, you will look like fools obi wan

> “there be some bombad clankers” 😂😂

>> “huh YOURE right, bombad clankers” I love the shock

> YOURE RIGHT HE IS SMARTER THAN HE LOOKS, GIVE JARJAR SOME CREDIT

> oh boy anakin, just keep your mouth shut genius

> man electrocution doesn’t look like fun

> HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH

> The next few lines of confused joy are me reacting to jar jar somehow single handedly taking out 3 tanks

> what the fuck

> JarJar I I’m what-

> JUST DID A GOOD THING, I DONT REGERT THIS THING AT ALLLLLLLL

> fuckin JarJar was great

> “KILL HIM HES NOT A REPRESENTATIVE, HES A PLAGUE” I’m ded 💀😢💀

> serves you right you snake, now dooku gonna choke your ass

> oooohhhhh that’s how these two twits (hondo and obi-wan) became friends

> “and... he knows where you live” Oof the subtle threat is real

> hem I love obi wan very much and his sarcasm

Episode 13: Jedi crash

> I JUST SAW AAYLA I AM EXCITED I AM ALSO ATTRACTED TO HER VERY MUCH

> SHES HOT

> I LOVE HER

> AND HER VOICE JUST MAKES ME ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

> I wish I was bly, not gonna lie

> I have a quick question - the 501st colour is blue right? Then why do they have a gold squad, doesn’t the extra colours just confuse things?

> I love seeing anakin and Ahsoka in action coolest thing to watch

> And anakin

>> I am also quite attracted to him

>>> imagine dragging your hands through that hair as he- wait no I have minors in my followers not gonna finish that

> Uh oh

>> Oh anakin you twit

>>> HE LOCKED HOMSELF IN WITH AN EXPLOSION JDGKJDJFKFKFKFKFF

> HES INSANE

> Are all Jedi so reckless? Just the good ones - love this by the way

> Oooohh shit for a STAR

> I mean like? I know anakin doesn’t die, but this shit is concerning

> Perfected the art of destroying ships and getting master almost killed? Sounds familiar

> I hate it when they just call them “padawan “ it just feels very impersonal like bleh

> Like I love aayla but god the Jedi preach some bullshit

>> God forbid someone raises a child and gets attached to it

>>> Like for fucks sake

>>>> Can you tell this is something I’m passionate about?

> Anyway, moving on

> Oh hi anakin! You’re alive!

> That bird lookin thing is tryna eat my boy 😤

> Oop - well that dudes dead

> Aawwwwwww aayla looks so sad, this makes me sad too

> Can we just appreciate this?

> Well these little critters are cute

> Ooooohhh I think I agree with this little dude

> You can skip the paragraph if you like, its just me going off about ‘peacekeeping’

> Alright gonna get mildly into it for a second, the clone wars really gets into it with episodes like this, displaying how the entire galaxy was starting to lose faith in the Jedi and their peacekeeping ways, in the movies we just got that people just started hating the Jedi because they became part of the war, but this really fleshes it out and shows just how slowly and gradually the loss of faith is. Because he’s right, the Jedi aren’t peacekeepers anymore, they bring as much destruction with them that the separatists do and have become symbols of war. They’re fighting for a good reason yes, but they can no longer claim that they are peacekeepers or that they played no role in this war.

> ANYWAY BACK TO REACTS

> AH MY TWO FAVOURITE WOMEN AND A PRETTY BACKGROUND AGAIN!! They really do be doing me a great service

Part 14: Defenders of Peace

> I’m really not into this episode, just saying it now

> Anakins just as bad as obi wan, like honestly just chill bro, fucking REST

>> MY BOYS DESERVE SOME GODDAMN REST AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL OK-

> Okay but is it taking a life if it’s a droid?

> Ugh this dudes ugly as fuck

> What did you think was gonna happen?? Of course your village was going to be ransacked

> I could go on forever about the pointlessness of this war like it just makes me mad palpatine you slimy git-

> My reacts this episode are really boring huh, I’m not into it 😭

*fully I didn’t write anything for about 10 minutes here because it’s just a little boring*

> HOLY SHIT NOW THATS A FUCKING WEAPON

> Yep sorry that’s it for this ep, I’m so bored 😂

>> Anyway, bonus episode because that one was short!

Part 15: Trespass

> YES OBIWAN WOHOOOOOOOOOOOOO

> AND IS THAT RIYO CHUCHI I SPY?????

> Hahahahahahahhahahaha it’s not tatooine, you got that right

> Oh god this dude already sounds like a dick (its the chancellor dude but not palpatine)

> Why’s he so defensive over it?

> Oh yikes, that does not look good

> Seppies don’t do that though - this is... odd

> Ah and the same thing has been done to the droids

> Off topic, but I think I’m going to make a clone wars drinking game that I can do while I do my reacts, so I’m going to make that this week, send me your ideas in the comments or dm me!

> Back to ep - pfffffffttt obi wans little taps and then anakin really goes WHACK

> Anyway I’m going to do this in the next couple days and then every Friday night I’ll watch a few eps and drink away

> Alright back to the episode once more

> Abominable snowman????

>> Definitely

> This is gonna go well isn’t it?

> “Well? Say something”

>> “Just shut up” *visible eye roll*

> What the fuck is their mouth

> Okay really obi wan, I think it’s pretty clear they don’t speak basic

> YEEEEEEAAAHHH THATS MY BOI ANAKIN

> Awwwwwwww that shits cute, fucking bear huugggg I want to be hugged like that

> I’m not fussed if it’s anakin, obi wan or kit fisto but please someone love me

>> Preferably kit fisto

> Anyway this dudes a dick (again, its the chancellor dude)

> They obviously have intelligence, and this dude has issues

>> I’m thinking he’s trying to compensate for something 👀

> Oof you really gonna tell a Jedi what to do?

> HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA the other people’s were there already

> Ugh he reminds me of my very racist grandparents oh boy

> You’ve been told like 4 times that it is not your jurisdiction anymore and you still can’t take it?

>> BRUH

> She’s so tiny and adorable and her voice is just 🥰🥰🥰🥰

>> Oh no

>>> I’m simping for another character

> Surely this guy dies

> HAHAHAHAHAH HE JUST GOT SPEARED SERVES YOU RIGHT MOTHERFUCKER

> What a dick, he shall not be missed

> She’s just, so pretty??? And smart????

>> FUCK MY BISEXUAL ASS CANT HANDLE THIS

> he’s seriously not dead yet?

> AAAHH RIYO YOU SMART GIRL YEEEEESSSS NEGOTIATE THAT PEEEEAAACCEEEE

> THATS MY GIRL SENATOR CHUCHI YEEEESSS

Welp that’s it for today folks, it was lovely, see y’all at some point this week where I say the drinking game rules and then next drunken Friday (even though these are gonna be released on saturdays but I write them on fridays?)

#the clone wars #tcw #the clone wars reacts #reacts series #star wars ahsoka #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #kit fisto #riyo chuchi #jar jar binks #basically a leah simp fest #fucking sigh #it took one (1) ep for me to simp

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creativia10 · 3 years

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Third Wip: Remy in Emile's antics (Pet Shelter volunteer)

Summary: Remy once again finds himself dragged into doing something he would not previously have seen himself doing, because he can't resist his adorable best friend.

Notes: Sometimes, I just want to share the fluff, you know? Also, I based this shelter off of the one where I got my dog from. I haven't actually volunteered there myself though. Pseudo sequel to Remy Clause

Pairing: Remy and Emile

Word count: 1375

@tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors

Remy thought he knew the kind of person he was. Cool, suave, careless at times, living for coffee, sass, and fun. Yet, for some reason, he has a hard time saying no when Emile wanted to do something that was so not something Remy would opt for on his own. Maybe he was soft. Yet even though he grumbled about it, he still went for it every time. Emile just shined. It was so cute to see how excited his friend would get. It was like an innocent excitement to spend time with Remy, not what Remy would expect. It was fun being around Emile when he was so enthusiastic about something. That was how Remy one time ended up as a mall Santa for a day. That would not be the only situation Remy would find himself in.

Yet this was how he ended up here, somehow.

Don’t get him wrong, he did not have anything against animals. It was just not something he saw himself volunteering for. Emile was clearly excited though.

Emile squealed before they even entered the shelter, just staring through the window at the animals that could be seen there.

Remy winced and exaggeratedly twisted his finger in his ear.

“Ow, Em. That was my ear.”

Emile covered his mouth and giggled.

“Sorry. I’m just excited.”

“Gurl, I swear, its like you combust anytime you’re around cute things. How do you manage to stay professional in your office with all your cute stuffed critters around?”

Emile rolled his eyes with a smile and entered the shelter. This particular location was in a mall, so at least it wasn’t dingy like Remy had pictured. Right away Remy noted how the area seemed to be sectioned off into different areas. Forward and to their sides at different angles volunteers could be seen setting up circle playpen areas, for possible adopters to later get a chance to see the cute puppies in play, and possibly interact with them themselves.

There were some other sectioned off areas, one of which was separated by a see-through wall.

Emile was practically vibrating as he sprung forward. Remy followed behind, attempting to maintain some sway as he came through. The volunteers setting up glanced at them before continuing. Some were tending to something in the back out of their vision.

Emile almost bounced in place as he stopped in front of the desk.

“Hello there! Its our first day volunteering.”

The woman behind the counter smiled at them.

“Thank you for coming. Just sign in here, grab a name tag, and them go wait in the back behind the curtain for volunteers and workers. Someone should come to help show you what to do.”

Emile nodded vigorously and went to signing in and did as she instructed. Remy followed after him, although with less hyperness. He couldn’t help but pause for a moment to look at his friend fondly before he joined him in the back.

For their first day volunteering, it did not seem like it would be much. The place was not huge, so Remy supposed it made sense the tasks would not be laboring. They were mainly just meant to keep track of things and get to know some of the ways they could interact with the animals. They were brought to an area not for buyers, but to let the dogs run around some more, since there was less space in the inner mall area. They were pretty much getting a tour first, so the first day should not be so bad. Although, Emile had not said yet how often he planned to do this. Remy went with Emile through the play area. A bunch of little fuzzball puppies surrounded them, barking, and trying to play or be affectionate with them. Emile, of course, bust into giggles. He could not seem to help himself but to bend down and pay attention to them, which of course just made them more excitable.

When Remy found the fur balls all around where he would have stepped, he paused and just stared down at them not really knowing what to do. Remy did not have anything against the pups, but he did not know what he was supposed to do. He glanced around.

Someone reassured that playing with the animals was part of their tasks, and it was okay to have some fun to feel things out as it was their first day. Said informée clearly seemed to be fighting some sort of amusement. Whether it was to Emile’s cuteness or Remy’s awkwardness, he wasn’t sure.

Remy did not do anything with the puppies, although he jumped a little when one jumped a bit high and latched onto his pant leg.

“Whoa!”

A different volunteer immediately came over and detached the puppy from Remy’s person, getting the rest of their attention.

Remy tried to outwardly compose himself as he looked back over to Emile and the volunteer who was going back to showing them around. As they continued to walk through, Remy apparently was not paying attention to his surroundings, and found himself barreled over by a large fluffy dog.

Emile gasped.

“Oh my gosh! Remy, are you ok?” He asked.

Remy laid there in shock for a moment, almost not able to see if he was hurt, as the creature that barreled him over was still a weight on him, and licking his face. Remy made a face.

“Ugh, yeah, I guess. Just, can someone get this thing off of me?”

A few volunteers helped pull the dog off of him.

“Sorry about that. She is still pretty young and hyper, despite her size, and one of our newer volunteers lost grip on her.”

Remy huffed.

“It’s fine. Can I go wash my face though?”

They nodded. Remy went to the small bathroom near the back, Emile standing off behind him.

“Rem…are you okay doing this? I know you weren’t as excited as I was, and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

Remy glanced at him in the mirror, and Emile was looking away. He looked like he felt guilty. Remy sighed. After he cleaned up some, he spun around.

“Look, hun. I am not one to give up easily, you know that. I said I would try this with you, and I’m gonna stick with it. Giant furry cretins aren’t going to keep me down, not on day one.”

Emile smiled a little at that.

“You’re sure?”

Remy slung an arm around him.

“Yeah. I can bare the adorable monsters if it means I get this time with my Em.”

Emile giggled at that.

“Do you even like animals?”

Remy shrugged.

“I guess we’ll see.”

Emile should his head, and they went back.

They were shown the activities that would be done, such as how they go about walking, feeding, and giving the animals water. They were shown schedules and ways to keep track of who still needed to be taken care of. Apparently, there would be times when a pet in the process of being adopted would be brought out to see if they got along with the other pet, but it was usually the more experienced volunteers and workers who took care of that. Remy and Emile were mainly tasked with getting to know things, organizing and keeping track.

There were kennels along the walls. Remy noted it was mainly the puppies who were brought out to be played with in the playpens.

They did not know the pets well enough to be caregivers for specific ones, but they were allowed to sit in the pens with a more experienced volunteer to see things out. Remy was slightly relieved that the puppy one he sat in on did not have the same excitable puppies they saw earlier. Not that they were scary or anything.

The other volunteer sat in a chair in the middle. Remy sat on the floor. Some puppies came over to him, despite him not seeking them out. He hesitantly reached forward and started to pet one. The pup barked and started wagging his tail, getting into it. They must like new people, because Remy literally did nothing for these pups to come over to him.

#ts remy #ts emile #cartoon therapy #thomas sanders #ts shorts #ts sleep #human au #wip #remile #fluff #humor #fanfic

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theshy1sout · 3 years

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Inseparable - Chapter 5

Tag: Slow Burn Fluff, Trolls Mythology AU, Broppy

Ao3 here

Summary: But then she stops, hearing a nice sound nearby one of her ears. She freezes and starts looking around.

- What was that?

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- Hey, what happened?

Poppy takes her head up and meets Branch's eyes.

- Don't you know? I messed up with the Gold Sphere...

He looks at the Staff which is now in his hand.

- I don't see any difference.

- Not now - The goddess crosses her arms on her chest and looks away. - During the Day. At Midday.

The god of the Night glances at her with a little surprise.

- A Midday?

- I made up this word - She explains. - It's short for "the middle of the Day".

- Midday - Branch repeats it like he tastes the new word in his mouth. - Should I call the middle of the Night a "Midnight"?

- Maybe - She mumbles and then goes back to her story: - The point is, I made the Sphere glow brighter and warmed twice more than usual, and... And then Riff appeared...

- Oh - Branch frowns.

- He said that nothing bad had happened, but still... - She sighs heavily. She sits and holds her legs, putting her chin on her knees. - I almost made a disaster. I would kill so many harmless creatures. It scared me a lot.

They stay like that for a while in the Silence.

- But... Why did you do that?

She takes a deep long breath before she answers.

- Trolls work hard the whole Day without any break. I wanted just to give them time to rest a bit... I thought that maybe if I got the Day so hot they just wouldn't do anything but a break... I know it sounds so stupid! It was stupid...

She hides her face in her knees. The guiltiness just hits her again. It's so overwhelming...

- Why did you want them to rest during the Day?

Now Poppy feels a bit annoyed by his questions. "Why can't he just agree that it was stupid?" she thinks.

- Wait, let me guess - She doesn't look at him, but after the sound of his voice she notices Branch sits down next to her. - You want to save some time of resting in the Night to throw a party, don't you?

She turns her sad, blue face at him.

- You're never gonna agree, aren't you?

Branch looks down, thinking. It surprises her that he didn't say "no" at once. He leans the Staff against his arm and starts playing with grass, ribbing it and role in his hands.

- You know - He breaks the Silence with his calm voice. - I don't find this idea with getting the Midday hotter stupid. It was just... Rough-edged idea.

Poppy blinks, frowning. She has no clue how this would be an answer to her question.

- What do you mean?

- See, the Night is always cold. It's because I am, but that's no matter. The point is, the cold makes trolls and other creatures stop working, playing, dancing, and singing to look for a place to warm up. Caves, holes, dens, hollows, houses, pods. And when they find it they also find themselves tired and go rest. You did the same with the Day. Instead of cold, you give creatures warmth. But they couldn't hide from it, cause you put it the warmth and the light everywhere. They had no place to rest safely.

The goddess frowns. He's right, she didn't think about it that way.

- But I can't switch off the Light in some spots on the Earth - She points out.

- But... Maybe I can?

Their eyes meet.

- You... You can? - Poppy can't believe in it.

- I don't know - Branch stares at her in a way she can't understand. She wonders if she has something on her cheeks. But he goes on: - But I can try. I'm the god of the Night after all.

Poppy smiles widely. Her squeezed heart now beats free in relief. She stands up, cause it is time for her to leave and rest. After this long Day, she really needs it.

- It's really nice of you that you want to help me! - She beams so politely. - I understand you'll visit me tomorrow at Midday, won't you?

- Wait - Branch stands up. - Can you stay just a little bit longer?

-Thanks, but I feel too tired for a walk tonight...

- No! I mean... It won't be a walk. - He feels pretty awkward. - I want to show you something...

She glances at him with curiosity. After the walk of those red-letter Night and Day, they haven't been doing much together. They just talk twice the cycle time, every time a bit less awkwardly and a bit longer. Whatever Branch wants to show her, she sees it as another little tiny step to her beautiful vision of two good partners, maybe best friends even, Day and Night, Light and Dark, working together in such perfect harmony. So no matter how tired she is right now, she is absolutely in.

- You know... - The voice of Branch wakes her up from the dreaming. - Never mind. It's just stupid and you're tired...

- No! - Poppy interrupts him. - No no no no no! You can't just make me so curious and then walk away! I want to see the thing! Show me! Show me the thing!

She expects him to chuckle or something. At least look amused, even a bit. She has never seen his smile or heard his laugh, and this time it doesn't change as well. The gray lips just throw brief "ok" and the god of the Night just turns and walks away. As always. Poppy follows him promising herself that one Day (or Night) she will make him smile. Or laugh. Friends usually laugh a lot. They can't be friends without him laughing!

After a short walk, Branch stops on a very regular field with a very simple lake, around by very normal woods. There is nothing unusual, nothing that someone would be amazed by and want to share with a friend. The goddess feels pretty tired of being surprised.

- So... What is the thing you wanted to show me? - She looks around once again, but nothing extraordinary happened.

- Well, you won't like it - Branch says, sitting down in the grass. - But you have to sit down and be silent.

Poppy sighs loudly. She sits down next to him and leans her head against her hand.

- Is it another kind of Silence you've just discovered? - She whispers ironically.

- Maybe

He looks really focused. His ears move gently as if they're listening out for something. It makes Poppy cock her ears. She concentrates so much, that when she already hears a sound, she almost jumps.

The sound is low and chattering. Nothing like the goddess ever hear. At first, it is only one, single bass voice, singing on and on two notes. Then, one by one, other voices join in until they make a choir. Poppy keeps her head up, her lifted ears are looking for the source of it. Branch touches gently her arm to get her attention and points at the lake. And then she sees them. The frogs. Their tummies bounce up and down. It is them who are singing. The frogs.

And then another sound comes from nowhere. Soft scrape, like from a hundred violins, fills the field around. Poppy gets down to the grass and she notices a few little green creatures with long thin like strings legs. Bugs rub them together making the high sound.

- Wow - She gasps quietly to not jam a concert.

- Milton called them grasshoppers - Branch says.

- You... - Her voice cracks in disbelief at the words she wants to say. - You asked him for creating them? And to teach frogs how to sing? You... You like the...?

- No - Branch throws, but it doesn't sound firm. - I mean, yes, I asked him for that things, but no, I still don't like the noise of the Day. - He huffs and looks away. - It's too loud. I just... I... - He sighs and mumbles quietly. - I like the sound of music...

Poppy has already opened widely mouth. Now her lips start to slowly form into a big, sunny grin.

- Stop it - He looks at her in reproof.

- What? - She frowns.

- You just laugh at me.

- No! Why would I?

Branch leans the Staff against his shoulder and starts playing with the grass. He avoids eye contact and twists his face.

- It's not like the music of the Day. - He explains calmly, but with a note of disappointment. - Or in the Palace, you came from. Or the music that is played in Underworld. I don't even know if I can call it music... It's like you said, another kind of Silence...

It makes her frown even more.

- Branch.

After a while of hesitation, he looks into her eyes.

- You made it. Do you like it? - She asks.

He blinks and frowns a bit. He stops playing with the grass. He gets his head up and takes a long look at the field, the lake, the frogs singing low, the grasshoppers near his foot...

- Yeah.

- So what are you worried about?

He thinks a while. Then he blinks, a bit surprised. His face slightly frowns and melts by turns a few times like he's arguing with himself in his mind. Finally, he glances at her and says with an amused voice:

- Now... Now I don't know.

And the corner of his lips lifts a bit into a little smile. Poppy can't hold it anymore and collapses a laugh. Branch looks away, shaking his head with disapproval, but his smile gets even wider. And Poppy is still giggling, she doesn't know if it's because of the god's hilarious reaction to her question or it's because she is so glad to see him smiling.

- You know - She says, finally stop laughing. - I like the music you made a lot. It has a vibe.

- You think?

- Yeah, it's much softer and sounder. Even if it's not that catchy.

Branch blows a raspberry, making Poppy giggle again.

And then she gives a start at the loud, low sound from the woods behind her.

- Well, that was an owl - Branch explains politely. But he can't hold a smirk seeing Poppy's offended face.

- How many critters did you and Milton teach to sing at the Night? I thought the frogs and the grasshoppers were all. - Now she is looking around, keeping her eyes on the ball.

- Owls, wolfs, cats, dogs - He counts, looking up at the sky. - Bats, cicadas...

- Bats? - She lifts her eyebrow.

- They squeal quietly. They're blind, but Milton found out that they could see with the sound. And now they can fly, you even don't know how fast.

- How can they see with the sound? - She disbelieves.

- I don't know. It's Milton's invention. Ask him, he's the critters expert.

- I didn't know you talk with the others - Poppy notices out loud.

- Not much - Branch twists his face. - Only with Milton and Riff. Sometimes with Trollazart, you know, he's the god of the Weather, so sometimes I have to.

- But to make this... Night music - She points to the area around them with her hand, smiling at the concert of gentle sounds. - You had to talk with Suki.

- Yeah, I had to... - He rolls his eyes. - It was hard to make her understand what kind of music I wanted to. As you noticed, I don't like social interaction between Immortals... You're the only person I talk with regularly.

- You have no choice.

- Yeah, I have no choice.

And after a minute of being silent and pretending that it wasn't a joke, Poppy collapses a chuckle. It makes Branch look away and hide his face with his hand, to not laugh. The goddess giggles.

- And what about you? - The grey god tries to change the topic, but he can't stop a smile on his lips. He clears his throat. It makes Poppy a bit curious why he doesn't want to laugh. - You know so many gods and goddesses. I'm sure you don't need me to talk.

- Honestly? I don't - She takes a deep breath, killing the last will of a laugh. - I mean, sure, I know many of them and I have many friends among them, but I don't talk as much as you think I do. Sometimes I meet Holly, sometimes I talk with Trollazart, so many Immortals walk through the Earth during the Day and I always meet someone. But I don't have any specific person I talk with about everything. Since last year, I used to talk a lot with my dad, but now I didn't see him for a while. Maybe I'll see him at the Fest.

Branch stares at her pretty curious and surprised, so she overtakes his question.

- I just really enjoy my job - She explains, looking down and smiling slightly at herself. - I mean, taking care of trolls and creatures, flora and fauna, but most trolls. I care about them so much. I want to give all I have, all I can.

Her smile melts. She falls into a reverie, which makes her look a bit sad.

- Sometimes I feel we can give them more, but... I really don't know what else they would need.

The goddess is looking down mindlessly. The frogs' and grasshoppers' song keeps her in reverie for a long while. The thought makes her feel a bit helpless. She sighs heavily, the tiredness falls at her slowly. She looks up at Branch and meets his eyes.

- Wh-what?

He blinks quickly, looking away.

- N-nothing, it's just... Like you read in my mind...

They glance at each other. A bit surprised, a bit amazed, a bit amused. Poppy wants to smile, but a big, loud yawn interrupts her.

- You have to rest for tomorrow - Branch says. - I shouldn't keep you here for so long.

- Stop being ridiculous - She chuckles. - I like spending time with you.

- You're just too kind - He smirks and starts getting up.

- No, I...

But then she stops, hearing a nice sound nearby one of her ears. She freezes and starts looking around.

- What was that?

- What? - The god says with a blank face. - I didn't hear anything but frogs and grasshoppers. You had to mishear something.

But Poppy stands very still, listening out.

- I still hear it nearby...

- Come on, Poppy, you have to go...

- Ha! - She points at him. - You try to hide something from me!

- No - He answers blankly.

It only makes her sure about that. And now she can hear the sound clearly. It's much different than the field's concert, it's much more melodic. She starts following it, walking to the woods.

- No, Poppy! - Branch runs after her. - Come back!

But she just gets faster. It amuses her that he's chasing her. But she doesn't have to go far to find the source of the sound. Some little critters fly around a big flowering shrub. Poppy steps closer and stops her face just a few centimeters before the white cup. A tiny bird with colorful feathers drinks from the flower, making with his wings a soft sound, almost like a melody.

- It's birds - The goddess whispers fascinated, which scares the bird that it flies away. - And they're humming!

- Yeah, they are called Hummingbirds - She hears quietly mumble behind her. She turns around to show Branch her amazed face.

- Why did you want to hide them from me? - Big smile doesn't leave her lips.

- It's just so weird - He rubs his neck awkwardly. - That I like you humming so much that I asked Milton and Suki for birds humming like you...

- It's... It's... Oh my Father - She can't take her eyes from the little critters flying from flower to flower. She almost holds her breath. - They are so wonderful! So beautiful and... Stunning, They are just stunning. The next time you will have "a weird idea", you have to show me - She adds, looking at him.

Branch chuckles and it makes her smile again. She hasn't known this side of him before and never expected from him what she heard and saw tonight. And she has to say, she takes to him.

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FALLOUT OC INTERVIEW

Tagged by both @robobrainmurdermysterytheatre and @ticktockthem Thank you! Rules:

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer them as that OC.

3. Tag 5 people to do the same. I’m choosing my courier!

(Also some of the answers feature Jack, who belongs to @robobrainmurdermysterytheatre ) Callie and Desmond are my other OCs ;)

What is your name? Haley

How old are you? Late twenties? Hard to keep track out here

What do you look like? Blonde, been told by plenty of people that I’m pretty, unfortunately...that’s not always an advantage.

Where are you from? Where do you live now? I’m from Nevada, lived in a little community just outside of West Vegas when I was a kid. Now I mostly still travel but the boyfriend has a house just outside of Freeside so I guess that’s what I’d consider home.

What was your childhood like? Not...great...Don’t really remember much of my parents, just flashes. They were apparently pretty famous singers/performers but they died when I was still really young. I was raised by my older sister and most of my memories of her are good, which... makes dealing with things harder considering how she died. And after she died? Well...I was 17 and stupid and I’m not getting into the rest.

What groups are you friendly with? Are you allied with any factions? I don’t consider myself ‘aligned’ with any factions but there are some I’m on good terms with, honestly I try to keep my nose out of things entirely but...well you have to draw a line sometimes. I respect the hell out of the Followers of the Apocalypse, one of the few factions I’d go out of my way to help out. And the Kings? I like their leader a lot, seems level-headed and pragmatic. And have you seen the way they dress? Every member of the Kings is attractive as hell.

Tell me about your best friend. Don’t have that many but my closest are probably Callista, Cass and Jack. Callie’s running New Vegas now, was always ambitious as hell, no one I’d trust more to get shit done and done right. Plus we’ve been looking out for each other since we were kids.

Cass is the type of friend who is going to tell it to you straight--she doesn’t mince words, doesn’t bother with niceties, and honestly, there’s something refreshing about that. Really fun to drink with too.

And Jack? Jack is...well he’s way more than just my best friend, more on that later.

Do you have a family? Tell me about them! I have a daughter, didn’t know about her until a few months ago. Basically one day this 12-year-old kid shows up and introduces herself. We’re still getting to know each other at this point, but she’s sharp; really clever and funny.

What about a partner or partners? ...I could have you sitting here all day but I’ll only mention the ones that matter. There’s Manny, Desmond and Jack.

Manny is an ex but when we were together? He was just, such a genuine person; authentic and honest. I knew pretty much *right* away that he was way too good for me, but it was hard to not want that, to not want someone just...nice? But he was still so obviously in love with someone else so I ended things and maybe that wasn’t fair; I honestly hope him and Boone work out.

Desmond...well the way we met isn’t exactly the type of story you tell the family. Thought he’d just be another in the line of feeling-sorry-for-myself-late-night-mistakes. But he ended up being one of the most decent people I’ve ever met, quit the raiders for me and buy a house kind of decent--didn’t think I’d ever find something like that. He’s also really good with the kid so, think I’ll stick around.

And finally, Jack.

(screenshot courtesy of @robobrainmurdermysterytheatre )

I met Jack when I left Nevada for a while--took the first caravan I could find going the furthest away and eventually made it to Boston. I was...not ok. I’d had one foot off the edge of a cliff for a while at that point, ready to fall, just waiting for a push. Turns out Jack was too--and I think we both felt that instinctually, that connection. We had a lot in common, that disregard for our own lives, that recklessness born of misery and through it all, somehow, we each became the one thing keeping the other from drowning. And man, we had fun too. I can honestly say there’s no one that *gets* me like Jack, knows how to have a good time. Some of my fondest memories are my time with him; Sometimes I wonder why I even left Boston at all. We still talk, and he visits in the winter, wish he could visit more though, I miss him all the time. Who are your enemies, and why? The Omertas and I have history and no, I don’t want to talk about it. All I’ll say is that if you go into Gomorrah knowing that they get teenagers hooked on chems and then force them into prostitution to pay back their debt, then fuck you.

Have you ever heard of The Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them? They’re kind of assholes right? I mean, you fly around on airships with prewar tech that could be used to help, I don’t know, the world, but instead you use it to grind people under your heel, to “civilize” and then you take any prewar tech they may have away for yourselves. Not a huge fan of them honestly, don’t trust them...but the power armor and airships are pretty cool, I’ll admit. And to be fair, there are a few individuals in the brotherhood that seem pretty decent, I’m just not a real fan of organized militaristic factions as a whole.

What about The Enclave? Don’t really know very much about them but the propaganda spewing fascist patriotism is annoying as hell.

How do you feel about Super Mutants? Hate fighting them, try to keep my distance; there’s just something viscerally terrifying about mutated GIANT used-to-be-people that turns my stomach and gets the fight-or-flight response going. Granted, the friendly ones are fine, but there’s also something so sad about them too, makes you sick to your stomach knowing that they used to...not be that way.

What’s the craziest fight you’ve ever been in? The entirety of my time in the Sierra Madre Casino was just one awful clusterfuck that’d I’d rather forget.

Have you ever fought a Deathclaw? Unfortunately, and I have the scars to prove it. I typically try to avoid them or snipe them from a distance. Better make your shots count though, cause once they see you, it’s over.

Do you like fighting? To be honest, most times I try to talk my way out of it, but sometimes there’s nothing that you can do to avoid them. And then? Well sometimes there’s stress that nothing but a good fight can ease. What’s your weapon of choice? Prefer to keep things at a distance, typically use a Anti-Material rifle. But if things get close a .45 pistol or That Gun is my next choice.

How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L?) Half the time? Spite. Spite and instinct. Charm can usually get me out of most situations, or into them depending. And usually if you’re stuck, hacking a terminal or two can get you all the information you need.

Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think about them?

👏I👏Hate👏Vaults👏

How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you? I carry a lot of Rad-X and try to filter my own water whenever I can. I have no issue with ghouls but I don’t want to be one.

What’s your favorite wasteland critter? I know that they’re dangerous but NightStalkers are just cool.

What’s your least favorite wasteland critter? MOTHERFUCKING CAZADORS. You see one set of wings? Don’t worry there’s 50 more nearby AT LEAST. How do you feel about robots? Robots are honestly fascinating, Jack taught me a lot about programming them. And I’d do anything for ED-E, they’re my favorite to travel with.

How many caps do you have on you right now? Doesn’t matter how many I have, if I need more I’ll just play a few hands of Caravan or Black Jack.

Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla? I like both honestly (especially Quantums) but out of the two I’d take a Sunset Sarsaparilla, way more refreshing in the desert heat.

Do you do chems? Used to be a Med-X junkie when I was a teenager, try to stay away from it now but it’s hard not to use when they’re such a tactical advantage. I keep chems on me for battles and occasionally for recreation even though it’s probably not a great idea. Used to do drug runs for the Great Khans too.

Do you ever think about the Pre-War world? I hack a lot of terminals and read a lot of emails and it really does get me curious. Trying to imagine a world that I only have the skeletons of to use as a frame of reference? A lot of the stories Jack tells me seem impossible, but the evidence is all around us if you know where to look. It’s honestly fascinating to learn about.

What’s your deepest regret? What would you do differently? My sister shouldn’t have died, I should have stopped them or, hell, I should have been the one to...It just shouldn’t have happened.

What’s your biggest achievement? Or what do you hope to achieve? I’d say that being a courier and going to all these places that most people have never seen or heard of or imagined is definitely a big accomplishment. I’d like to see more.

What do you want for the future? For yourself? Your friends? The world? I could try and say I have lofty, big goals for the world, that I look at the big picture but honestly? I just want to find peace for myself. To not wake up already tired. I want my kid to be happy and provided for and never go through anything I went through. I want to see Jack.

I TAG: @undeadcourier and @courierspikeee

#fallout new vegas #fallout #new vegas #courier six #courier 6 #haley #long post

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red-flare-art · 5 years

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Fallout OC Interview!

Tagged by @boarix, thank you! :D

Rules:

1) Choose an OC

2) Answer questions as that OC

3) Tag 5 people to do the same

I feel like everyone I know has already been tagged, so whoever wants to do this with their OC, consider yourself tagged. :P

(I'm gonna do my lone wanderer Ruby, before finding her dad & before becoming romantic with Charon)

1) What is your name? My name’s Ruby! Ruby Flynn

2) How old are you? 19, but I’ll be turning 20 real soon

3) What do you look like? I’m about 5′5″, pale, scrawny, green eyes, I wear glasses, & I’ve got red hair with the right side of my head shaved.

4) Where are you from? Where do you live now? I was raised in vault 101 by my dad, but I currently live in Megaton in my very own house with a robot butler & everything! It’s pretty sweet.

5) What was your childhood like? I didn’t have a lot of friends growing up. Hell, I pretty much only had one, & that was Amata. Her dad was the overseer & he didn’t really like me or my dad. I was always seen as the weird kid & got picked on regularly by Butch & his “gang.” I never made it easy for them though; I always fought back. But of course I would get into trouble because I did.

6) What groups are you friendly with? Are you allied with any factions? People in Megaton like me a lot, since I disarmed the bomb in the center of town & I fixed the water pipes. I’m pretty good friends with the kids over in Little Lamplight & the older kids over in Big Town as well. & all the ghouls in Underworld seem to like me too, since I’m there all the time & I’ve helped them out a bunch. The BOS seem okay with me, but I don’t think they like the fact that I travel with a ghoul, & they generally don’t like outsiders.

7) Tell me about your best friend. My best friend in the vault was Amata, but after I killed her dad before escaping the vault, we’re...not really friends anymore. But now I’ve got Charon, who’s the best friend I’ve ever had! He tends to come off as a big, mean, grumpy guy, but he’s got a soft & sweet side (don’t tell him I said that though, cuz he’ll deny it).

8) Do you have a family? Tell me about them! My only family is my dad, since my mom died giving birth to me. My dad is a doctor & a scientist, & he’s really smart. He’s really passionate about his work, which most would say is an admirable trait, but he spent more time on his work than he did with me, so...I had a lot of alone time as a kid.

9) What about a partner or partners? Partner? Hmm. I guess you could say Charon is my partner, since we watch each other’s back & take care of each other. Is that what you mean?

10) Who are your enemies, and why? Well, I guess the Talon company would count, since they all seem to be after my head. Also the slavers at Paradise Falls, because they’re scum & I hate them. Also any raiders out there can fuck off. & the Enclave. & everyone back in Vault 101. & Moriarty. & Roy Phillips. (Man, I have a lot more enemies than I thought...)

11) Have you ever heard of The Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them? Some of them are okay. The ones that seem to actually wanna help people, anyway. But most of them seem to hate “outsiders,” & they definitely don’t like ghouls, which is stupid.

12) What about The Enclave? The enclave are crazy. The whole idea of rebuilding America with that weird “president” of theirs is nuts. They stomp around like they own the place & take things by force, with no regard for the people just trying to get by in the wasteland, so fuck ‘em.

13) How do you feel about Super Mutants? They’re really annoying. They seem to be everywhere & have a ton of armor & weapons, so they’re a real pain to take down. Especially when you’re just trying to get from one place to another & you have to pass through their territory. They don’t let up!

14) What’s the craziest fight you’ve ever been in? I’ve been in situations where Raiders, mutants, & radscorpions are coming from all sides, but they also fight each other, so it gets pretty crazy. Luckily you can just shoot at any of them and you’re bound to hit something.

15) Have you ever fought a Deathclaw? Oof, yeah. I’ve fought quite a few in Old Oney & even the Deathclaw Sanctuary. Those things are fast & deadly, which is a dangerous combination.

16) Do you like fighting? Eh...I mean, there’s a certain thrill to it that I like, but that usually happens after the fight is over & you get that “holy shit, that was crazy!” kind of feeling. Especially when me & Charon are working together & fighting off bad guys. But obviously, I’d rather not have to fight every asshole or creature I come across.

17) What’s your weapon of choice? I’m fond of fire-based weapons, like the flamer or the Shishkebab. They’re just so effective & intimidating & badass! Helps keep the enemy at a distance too, y’know?

18) How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L?) I’m not very strong, or tough, but I’m smart & fast, & I’m pretty good at talking my way out of a sticky situation. I leave all the muscle to Charon. I’m the brains & he’s the brawn.

19) Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think about them? Well, yeah. I was raised in one. & I’ve been to several around the capitol wasteland too. I can’t say I’m very fond of them. A lot of bad memories associated with my own vault, & seeing all the horrible experiments that Vault-tec performed with the other vaults makes me sick.

20) How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you? I make sure to take a lot of Rad-x & Radaway, & so far I seem to be ok. I’ve gotten pretty sick & nauseous a few times, but I always bounce back.

21) What’s your favorite wasteland critter? I think the molerats are kinda cute. I also like dogs, but not the rabid ones. The furry ones like Dogmeat. Brahmin are ok, but they’re not very cute.

22) What’s your least favorite wasteland critter? Radscorpions. Those bastards are everywhere & they’re huge & gross a pain in the ass to kill.

23) How do you feel about robots? Robots are pretty cool I guess. Can’t say I love ‘em or hate ‘em either way.

24) How many caps do you have on you right now? I’ve lost count, lol. But I’ve got a ton. I’m really good at bartering & saving. Now I don’t even know what to spend them on.

25) Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla? What the hell is Sunset Sarsaparilla?

26) Do you do chems? Only in emergencies or for medical reasons.

27) Do you ever think about the Pre-War world? Yeah, but the only reference I have for what it was like is from old books we had in the vault, & even a few videos & holotapes. So it’s hard for me to imagine what it was really like. Hell, It was hard for me to imagine what anything looked like outside of the vault growing up, so it was a big shock when I finally got out.

28) What’s your deepest regret? What would you do differently? Part of me wishes I hadn’t killed Amata’s dad...maybe then she wouldn’t be mad at me. But in the end I guess it doesn’t really matter, because I’m never going back, so it’s not like I was ever going to see her again anyway...Besides, her dad was an asshole & he deserved it.

29) What’s your biggest achievement? Or what do you hope to achieve? Hmm...I dunno. Maybe disarming the bomb in Megaton? or killing a super mutant behemoth? There’s still a lot of wasteland to explore, so I’m sure there will be other things I can accomplish. But I do hope I find my dad soon...or at least find out what happened to him.

30) What do you want for the future? For yourself? Your friends? The world? I just wanna make the capitol wasteland a safer place for everyone, if I can. But for myself...maybe, I dunno...not necessarily “settle down” with someone, but just find someone who’ll stick with me, no matter where I decide to go or what I decide to do. Like a...life partner. OH WAIT, THAT’S WHAT YOU MEANT EARLIER!

#this was kinda fun #might do it for Red too just because #not art #text post

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a-cup-of-kencoco · 5 years

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Another tag game! Oh boy! I was tagged by the beautiful and amazing @thepilkyway yet again (thank you, my dear!) So let’s hop to it!

Nickname: Ken; Eddie; Edds; KenCoco; K-Coco....I think that’s it lol, I can’t think of any others.

Zodiac: Cancer! (insert *mess with crabo, you get stabo* meme)

Height: 5′7″

Time: It is currently 3:57pm!

Favourite Band/Artist: Hmmm...Ghost and Florence + The Machine (I’ve also been listening to A LOT of Billie Eilish lately - the new album is SOLID. )

Last Movie I Saw: The Loved Ones - disturbing, beautiful, and absolutely amazing performances, I highly recommend it!

Last Thing I Googled: “dreams about squishing a spider”

Other Blogs: This is my only blog! At least, so far...not sure if I’ll make another one, plus I have no idea what I’d do with another blog.

Do I Get Asks: Not a lot, unfortunately. But that’s ok! I’m open to having more asks, but I’m also fine with just doing my own thing :3

Why Did I Choose this Username: It all started with my good friend @seerawrrr - I’m not sure when or how it happened, but all the sudden, this gorgeous lady started calling me ‘KenCoco’ and it stuck! K-Coco is the shortened version, but it may be related to this spoof video of this character named Coco and she’s this overly exaggerated stereotype of an addict or something?? I haven’t watched it in a really long time, but I do remember finding her sayings funny - I don’t fully remember if that was the beginning of the nickname or not, but that’s beside the point! So I got the nickname and then I thought that I should incorporate that into my blog name - I started thinking about what to do and then I was like “HOLY SHIT, A CUP OF HOT COCO.” Boom - the birth of my username.

Following: 4411

Followed By: 721 (bots included because I am far too lazy to go through all that)

Average Amount of Sleep: I have sleeping issues, but I take melatonin to help with that - so usually about seven to nine hours. Without melatonin, it’s more like four or three.

Lucky number: Seven!!

What I Am Wearing: It’s currently in the low 70s here in Ohio, so I’m wearing a skirt (dark blue, dusty pink flower, wrap around) and a camisole (forest green).

Dream Job: A novelist! I love to write poetry and short fiction (sometimes memoirs) - I’m currently studying Creative Writing, so maybe something will happen in the future!

Favourite Food: White chocolate and macadamia nut cookies. They are my addiction.

Instruments You Play: I played clarinet for about five years and practiced guitar for about two - it probably won’t sound the best now, but if I fiddled with either for a bit, I could probably get a little tune out.

Eye Colour: Blue-gray

Hair Colour: Dark blonde

Describe Your Aesthetics: A punk from the late 80s-early 90s that is also a librarian and has at least six cats at home (something that someone actually said to me a couple days ago, believe it or not). Crochets/Embroiders in spare time on a rocking chair out on the porch during a thunderstorm, but it’s most likely something morbid or creepy. Flowers and skulls. P E R S E P H O N E. Horror lover that likes all things weird and disturbing, but is also a super sensitive little nerd that can’t handle sudden loud noises and is terrified of horses.

Languages You Speak: Mainly English, but I’m learning German! Granted, it sounds like I’m a small child describing their cat or family and can only talk about myself because that’s the only thing I know, but it’ll get better! I plan on learning more languages as well!

Most Iconic Song: Take the Skinheads Bowling by Camper Van Beethoven. Hands down. It’s a Fucking Bop.

Random Fact: I have an obsession with photographing ever bunny and squirrel I come across. There’s a lot here on campus and almost every day, I see those little critters. There’s a little grass patch by a cafeteria with some HUGE BUNS and they increase by one every day. Last I checked, there were four. They stared right into my soul. Related to this, I once had lunch beside a red-tailed hawk! She was just chilling, eating on a bun, and I managed to walk up and sit with her for a bit. It was magical.

I am going to tag: @copias-cape @oldonemaster @zima-soldats @paisleygreenlees @lonely-pyro @boopdaspook @ancatdubh777 @papafuckingemeritus @sleepknoot @demon4queen

(If you do not wish to do this, that is perfectly fine! Please do not feel obligated to do so! Or, if you would like me to untag you, please just let me know!)

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equalstrashflavoredtrash · 6 years

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Just a Quick Dip

a/n: so somthing possessed me this afternoon and i wrote this.. I HOPE YOU ENJOY

warnings: spying on boys swimming in the buff and then later; flirtin’

FF.net // Ao3 // Masterlist

Hvitserk X OFC // Vikings

word count: 1,533

It happened by accident.

You’d been walking along the path in the woods with your friend, chatting idly as you made your way towards the grove to pick berries. There was a small window when they’d be perfectly ripe and abundant and both of you were excited to take advantage of that. Each of you carried two empty baskets, thinking more about the fruit they would hold than your surroundings when a bark of laughter rang through the leaves and caught your attention.

Knowing you were near a popular swimming spot, where the river deepend just before the rocky falls, your friend eagerly shuffled through the bushes, trying to spy on who had broken the quiet of the woods while you hissed that this was wrong. Ignoring your protests, she carefully peeled back the branches of the bush. Crouching, she giggled to herself at the sight before her, urging you to join. Blowing a huff of air you decided to humor her, and crawled on your knees to rest beside her.

You weren’t sure what you had expected exactly, but it was definitely not a clear view of the Ragnarsons bathing. Your hand flew to cover your mouth, stifling your gasp as you took in the view. They were all nude and joking around, splashing water at each other in competition.

Pulling back you faced your friend. “We shouldn’t watch,” you exclaimed, trying to keep your voice hushed. Ignoring your words, your friend grinned, taking in the sight with joy.

“Look, look,” she urged, pulling your shoulder flush with hers. Peering through the gap in the branches you watched as Hvitserk fought off Sigurd and succeeded in climbing on top of the boulder in the center of the river. Standing on the peak that just barely crested out of the calm current, he pumped his arms celebrating his success and proudly exclaiming he was the king.

Your jaw dropped as you watched him rise from the water, seeing every detail of his form. Watching the droplets roll from his shoulders down his chest, through the sparse body hair that lead your eyes like magnets down his abdomen. Gnawing on your lip, you could feel your throat going dry at the sight, but still you spoke. “This is wrong, we shouldn’t be spying. Hvitserk is my friend,” you insisted though you continued to unabashedly study his improvised victory dance.

“I know you two grew up together,” your friend replied in a chiding tone as she nudged your side with her elbow. “But suddenly, I want to be good friends with him, too.”

So enthralled with the sight before you, you absently pivoted where you sat. Shifting onto your knees, you didn't notice the branch before you, until it snapped under your weight. While the sound was not prominent, it was still enough that all of the boys’ heads whipped around to look in your direction.

Cursing under your breath, you and your friend scrambled to your feet. Meanwhile, Ubbe gave a commanding nod of his chin to Hvitserk, who still a top the boulder, was closest to the bushes you’d been hiding in. He waded to the shore, climbing over the grass on the river bank to poke his head through the branches.

Hvitserk smiled to himself when he spotted the recognizable pattern of your favorite skirt weaving past the tree trunks as you made your escape.

“There’s no one here. I think it was just a critter,” he called to his brothers as he emerged from the bush. The others relaxed at the news, enjoying the warm water as Hvitserk started to plot how he would get you back.

“Did something happen?” your mother asked as you burrowed further under the blankets, refusing to leave the cabin. “Normally you jump at any chance to go to the Great Hall and see Hvitserk. Did he do something to you? Is this something I should know about?”

“No-oo, Mama,” you groaned into your pillow, wanting to shut your eyes and block out your mother’s worried expression,though also fearing the image you’d see inside your eyelids if you did. In the week since you had been by the riverside, you found yourself constantly plagued by the sight and thought of your oldest friend naked.

If you had your way, you’d still be up in the field, harvesting berries--at least that kept your mind occupied. But once the sun dipped below the tree line, your friend began to complain about the bugs and the cold, which eventually annoyed you into returning home. Then, in the following days, your subconscious constantly drifted off without prompting.

You day dreamed of a warm breeze and the sound of waves gently lapping at the shore as you laid in the long grass next to Hvitserk. The sun warming your exposed skin, as he runs his hand up your side--from your hip to your ribs--at a lackadaisical pace. Savoring his touch and the way the texture of his palm, speckled with callouses from handling weapons, tickles at your skin--

“If nothing happened then I don’t see why you need to mope around in bed,” your mother stated, jerking you back from your infectious fantasy. “You’re being silly and I will not tolerate it.”

Though your father had died while raiding when you were a just baby, his friendship and loyalty to King Ragnar had earned your family a permanent place at his table. Feasts were a regular event your mother always made an effort to attend. When you were younger the gatherings never excited you, but still you would join her in hopes to spend the evening running around and having fun as you wreaked havoc with the princes inside the crowded hall.

“Fine, fine,” you grumbled, lifting your head only to find your mother’s exasperated expression. It didn't take long for you to get ready, making so little effort as to merely pull on a clean frock. Your mother fussed over your hair, pulling it back into a pair of neat braids so you’d look somewhat presentable.

Upon entering the hall, you quickly took a seat that was tucked away in a dark corner, hoping to suffer through the night alone. It appeared that was not what would happen. The moment you crossed the threshold, Hvitserk spotted you. He watch as you retreated from the crowd before gathering a second horn, impatient to talk to you.

“Hey,” he said, taking a seat in the empty stool to your left. He set one drink on the table before you as an unspoken offering. Out of reflex you reached for the cup, protecting it from the elbow of the large viking who sat next to you, though faced away.

“I haven’t seen you around lately,” Hvitserk continued despite your lack of response. “I’ve been looking,” he added, nudging his knee against yours under the table.

Your eyes shot open at the comment, looking up to finally notice the smirk that rested so casually on his lips.

“Hey,” he cooed in a low voice as he leaned it. “I know you saw us all at the river.” Hvisterk gave you a wink which only served to set your cheeks aflame. “It’s ok,” he added, watching your expression. “I didn't tell my brothers, they have no idea.”

At a complete loss of what to do next you lifted the horn of ale to your lips and chugged down the remaining contents. Hvitserk bit his bottom lip, enjoying your flustered reaction.

While you were distracted by your drink, Hvitserk slid his right hand to his lap. He waited until you lowered your cup before letting his palm languidly snake down his thigh, towards were his knee brushed against your leg under the table.

“You know,” he began as his fingers first made contact. You were hyper away of his touch, growing more flushed as he moved to cup the top of your knee. “If you wanted to learn how to play King of the Rock, I’d be happy to give you a private lesson.” Hvitserk’s voice was low and husky as he made the proposition, speaking only loud enough for you to hear.

“Really?” you squeaked out, unintentionally high-pitched. He smiled, eyes locked on yours, holding your attention in an invisible vice while his grip tensed around your upper thigh.

“There’s no one I’d rather play with.”

The nervous gulp you took was more than audible to him over the din of revlevery that filled the room.

“When-when would be the first lesson?” you questioned, still not believing his offer.

Hvitserk scanned casually over his shoulder towards the open doors and windows. “It’s a warm night. We could start now, if you’d like,” he offered, drawing his eyes back to you at a painfully languid pace.

Once your gazes connected you could no longer suppress your grin. “Okay.” If your response was overly eager, Hvitserk did not notice.

His hand flew from its resting place on your thigh to clasp your own. His fingers twisted between your knuckles as he excitedly pulled you from your seat. You couldn’t help but giggle as you trailed behind him, nearly skipping with joy as you followed his lead.

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ka-za-ri · 7 years

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Galene (Prompto x FemOC)

Genre: Slice of Life Rating: SFW Pairing: Prompto x Female OC???? Wordcount: 2,113 Suggested Listening: 月に照らされ、風に揺れる華 -- Hanafugetsu Tags: @roses-and-oceans @r-e-g-a-l-i-a @sweetchocobae @rubyphilomela @thirsty-angst-lord @hypaalicious (???? Is this ok??? IDK if ppl wanted to be tagged bc lmao it’s not Ignis) Notes: Yeah, that’s right. You CAN believe your eyes. It’s not Ignis. My muse is out of control and wanted me to do a character study on Prompto. Because of that one post floating around that said he was neglected as a child. Hooo buddy, I had feels. No beta in sight, more experimental stuff.

GALE′NE (Galênê), a personification of the calm sea, and perhaps identical with Galateia, one of the Nereides, is called by Hesiod (Theog. 244) a daughter of Nereus and Doris.

Prompto Argentum lived on a borrowed name and made up time. What he wished to belong to him was created for a purpose not his own. He hid this fact through a smile that was brighter than the sun and wider than the skies along with a laugh and louder than the storms. Prompto Argentum was made up of fragments and of broken promises.

As beautiful as the city was, the world beyond it seemed so dreamlike to him. What photos he could take of the jagged horizon were always too blurry, imperfect, idyllic, manufactured. He wanted many things in life, trust, friendship, acceptance, but more than anything, he wanted sleep. Tucked into the corner of the city, a commoner dressed as a Crownsguard in training, he wished for space, a place to think to hear what thoughts could be his and his alone.

Loneliness was something he was familiar with. In a gated community filled with older folks who kept more to themselves than their neighbors, he found solace in capturing moments in time through his camera when his heart skipped a beat at the beauty that surrounded him. Through the click of a shutter and a shy glance up to make sure no one was watching, he hoarded images, hoping, praying that they would live for him. Life for him was perfectly serene, and he had warm memories of trying to take pictures of the void of stars at night above the water.

Prompto found himself walking a lot. Most of the time, it was in the dead of the night when it was quietest and his thoughts almost seemed to collect correctly. Strolling the streets, he learned the corners and the quaintness of his neighborhood as the critters of the night scampered off, eventually leading him to the beach. He never needed music to listen to when his feet lead him to the water. The sound of gently lapping waves accompanied the beating of his heart and provided the booming baseline to his footsteps being the only sounds that he needed to think, to breath, to believe that he was real.

He often counted stars during those long walks, thinking them as a reflection of the freckles on his face. Each constellation he matched fell from the heavens to kiss gently at his cheeks and take a little bit of the stress he felt away from him. As the waves caressed at the corners of his consciousness, he could almost believe he was once born, and not made to be human. As the tide fell when the moon retreated, so did the tension of being and all that was left was his ability to believe.

Fondly, most fondly of all, he remembered the first night to the beach. He sat on a rock that was still holding onto the last vestiges of warmth from the sun, staring out into the darkened waters as moonlight rippled and played across the surface. It was the first night he didn't need his camera to capture the magic of the world around him. As tempting as the water seemed to be, the first nip of autumn air prevented him from dipping his toes into its inky depths. As brightly as he shone during the day, he could not let anyone know how weak he was to illness. That night, he recalls most fondly of throwing the windows to his room wide open so that he could continue to listen to the restless ocean just past his reach.

Six weeks of regularly walking at the beach and Prompto Argentum began to hallucinate.

There's no way she's real.

Thursday night, just past 3 AM on a routine walk, the peaceful lull of waves was interrupted by the unfamiliar sound of splashing and a voice that shone brighter in the dark night than his smile in the sun. Someone, laughed and sang during his hours of the dead when he was sure no one was awake.

Down by the pier she danced in the dark, glassy waters of the night, laughing and squealing at the fish that darted and danced by her legs. She sang loudly, off key and off tune to songs from at least three decades ago. The way she moved smelled strongly of chrysanthemums and orange blossoms in the summer. Despite the chill of autumn setting in, she flailed and swam in the darkened water as if it was the middle of summer.

Under a waxing moon which nestled between Castor and Pollux, Prompto Argentum met a goddess who was drenched in the light of the stars while moonbeams dripped heavily from her eyelids.

She didn't notice him until he was only about thirty paces from the end of the pier.

"Oh, hello! I didn't think people were up this late! What's up? Couldn't sleep?" Her first interaction reminded him of a wide-eyed curious child, naive to the world.

"I usually take a walk down by here to help me go to sleep" He replied, skeptical, and sure he was still strongly imagining everything.

"No, no. There has got to be a better reason why someone like you would be up this late, walking around here like you've never seen water before." She disappeared underneath the dark surface of the water and Prompto felt himself sigh in relief, realizing the moment was over. When she appeared again, at the edge of the pier, arms crossed on the wooden planks, hair swirling around her face in a tangled mess, he felt his heart stop. "Come on now, there's got to be a story behind all of this."

"There really isn't a story to any of this. It's just... nice and quiet here." He shrugged before coming to his senses that yes, there was someone there and yes, they were speaking to him. He couldn't help but wish that his camera was with him to catch the way the moonlight made her hair looked curled and wild.

"Quiet is the only good thing about this place, really." She scoffed.

"Well, I mean, it's better than during the day when it's all noisy."

"I guess you have a point there." She sighed and shifted her weight a bit, making the planks of wood groan slightly. "There's literally nothing to do here though. All the people are old and no one ever swims in the water during the day. I mean have you seen how much trash there is?"

"Wait, then why are you in the water now?"

"Because I want to be. But that's beside the point. You never really answered my question. Why are you here? There's no way a pretty thing like you grew up here. All the old grannies would be spoiling you rotten to the core. Did you move here recently?"

"I... I grew up here. I just, don't really go out much. But I just started coming to the beach recently. How did you figure?"

Maybe it was just the way the water lapped at her waist as she clung to the edge of the pier that made her seem like a sprite straight out of a fairy tale. Or perhaps it was the moonlight casting a glowing halo around that made her seem absolutely surreal and ethereal to him. Still, a deeply skeptical part of him truly wanted to believe he was imagining this whole scenario.

"Well, first, there are no younger people here. I'm just visiting my folks for a little bit. Been away for a while. I'm an ornithologist y'know. Most of my studies are on chocobos, but I really like to run around finding the big ones, like ruhks! So, my reasearch takes me all over the place." She let out a dreamy sigh and settled her head back down on her arms. "It's nice though, coming back for a bit and taking a dip every now and then. Secondly, if you need to take a walk around here to lull you to sleep from the city sounds, you must be one hell of a light sleeper, kid."

"I'm not a kid! I have a name. It's Prompto. And you'd best remember it. I'm training to be a Crownsguard." Prompto huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Look, it's just, nice to walk around here at night. It's like you, coming back to your parents' place."

As much as he tried not to show it, he felt a twinge of envy that she even had a place with parents to come back to. What with how often he saw his own folks, it was difficult to swallow the bitter feeling that was rising from the back of his throat. She, as carefree as the world, had the one thing that he wanted.

"No, no." She countered, shaking him out of the foul mood that was sinking through his skin. "You see, those are two different things. I'm coming back here because I have a familial obligation and it's a free room for a few days before I have to head out again. You, on the other hand willingly bring yourself to walk around in the dead of the night so you could experience 'peace and quiet.' Prompto. You may be a Crownsguard in training, but man, you're weird. Have you ever heard of earplugs? They work miracles on loud noises, and you'll get a lot more sleep that way 'cause y'know, you're not up and about in the dead of the night."

Any chance Prompto had to reply was cut short as she floated off to play with more invisible fish in the impossibly dark water. Prompto didn't really have much of an answer to her question. He could have easily found the quiet he wanted in other ways, but he chose to seek the water as if it was the only place that mattered to him. Perhaps it was that magnetic draw to it that eventually brought him to her.

How sorely he wished he had his camera to catch the stars as they flickered in the night sky while she laughed and sang songs he had only briefly heard in snippets while browsing radio stations.

The rest of the night, he sat at the edge of the pier, feet numb and dipped into the water, watching as she swam around, laughing and talking to her fishy friends. The part of him which thought it was all an illusion at first became the part of him that yearned for her to talk to him and not her silent, swimming friends.

By the time the night waned and Prompto got himself to bed, he refused to open his windows. The sound of waves that night were too loud with the sound of free will and singing fish.

In the morning, at his front doorstep. His shoes and a bright pink sticky note with a message scrawled on it:

Goofball, you left your shoes at the end of the pier. At least the grannies here were nice enough to point me in the direction of your place. You're lucky I'm not your shoe size because I would have made these mine if I could.

The place her name should have been was smudged and illegible. His shoes had been spitefully filled with sand and he couldn't help but laugh at her petty nature. Six, I should have asked for her name...

The rest of his day, the whole scenario of their conversation haunted him. The scrap of paper with her written note burned in his pocket and he found himself constantly fidgeting with it. He found himself forgetting most of what he was supposed to be training for and ending up with more bruises that day than he cared to talk about. Not that there were a lot of people he could talk to about them in the first place.

By the end of his scheduled day, out of sheer frustration and impulse, the weightless note became an unbearable burden to him and he threw it in the garbage.

He destroyed the one and only memento he had from a conversation with a water goddess. Though the object itself was temporal, the memory of her moon drenched figure lived forever in Prompto's mind. And he would chase that image forever move with his camera in hand.

Prompto Argentum lived on borrowed time and makeshift memories. However, he'd now count the pictures he's taken and they would more than make up for the lost time that wasn't his.

#Prompto Argentum #Prompto x female oc #my writing #freeform as fuck

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godswalkwithher · 7 years

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Get a Little Witchy Questionnaire

Thanks @dandelion-witch for tagging me! (I remembered being tagged for once! Yay!)

1. Are you a religious witch? Which religion? Eeeeeeehhhhhh.... Every once in a while the Norse gods stick their noses into my witchcraft, but like 95-ish% of the time my witchcraft is secular.

2. What is your preferred herb? Depends on what I’m doing, now, doesn’t it? (Unless coffee counts as an herb, because... coffee...) Seriously, though, I spend a lot of time in the kitchen doing kitchen-y things. My witchcraft has taken over a lot of that, too. It didn’t happen on purpose. It just happened.

3. What is your preferred gem? Demantoid, though since they can be hard to get, my current ring is a blood garnet. (Like... so dark it looks almost black and I love it.)

4. Do you do divination? Which kind? I have done tarot for longer than a bunch of my followers have been alive. LOL... I’ve also played around with “junk drawer divination” and a few other things. That said, I don’t do divination often unless I’m offering readings for sale. Or unless the mood strikes.

5. Favorite Tarot card? All of them?

6. To Curse or not to Curse? I am Cursey McCurserton. There has never been ANY question about that. Not since I was aged in single digits. Before anybody gets rolling with that whole threefold law thing, lemme tellya: It has never caused any backlash except the one time I did it wrong. (And that made me learn quick and compensate.) Any troubles and woes and bla bla bla that have come on my shoulders have either been my own bad decisions, or the decisions of others that have spilled over into my life.

7. Do you have a familiar? No, but I have wanderers.

8. Favorite candle color? Wax? I honestly don’t get the whole colored candle thing.

9. Favorite rune? I don’t have one, but Sowilo really seems to like me.

10. Do you celebrate the solstices, full moons, etc? pfft.... nah. Why would I want to keep track of all that stuff, when I’ve got my own life to deal with? Seriously... I started carrying around a calendar so that I could keep track of doctor’s appointments, interviews, and deadlines, not so that I could track the lunar calendar and where the earth is on its trip around the sun.

11. Do you wear a pentacle? Not my do.

12. Do you have a broom? Of course! I have areas of the apartment that need swept. I also have a mop and a vaccuum. None of them are used in my practice, though.

13. Do you have a pendulum? Not my do.

14. Do you have an athame? Definitely not my do. Like, seriously... Why would I go out and buy all these “nice” tools and such for “ritual purposes” in a tradition I don’t follow (read: essentially useless wallhanger art for use like twice a year mostly used by people in another religion) when I have a full set of perfectly serviceable, daily-use kitchen knives? Or scissors? Or things that actually do the job well? Now if that’s something you all have, that’s great... but it makes no sense to me.

15. How often do you meditate? ahahahahahahahehehheeheheheheee.... meditate....

16. Do you do yoga? ahahahahahahahahehehehehhehehe..... yoga.... I did pretty recently take up tai chi, though. I have a genetic disorder where one of the main symptoms is hyperflexibility. Since yoga holds the possibility of literally dislocating nearly every joint in my body, it’s not an option, but tai chi does not have the same dangers for me and does the same type of energy movement.

17. Whats your favorite herbal tea? eeeehhhh... Depends on what I need it for. (Unless coffee counts as an herbal tea. Because coffee.)

18. Do you support manipulation magic? As in taking somebody else’s free will? As in rapey “love spells”? As in the manipulation of the atmosphere, or the general energy in a room? Literally everything a witch does manipulates something. Or somebody. I really try to avoid taking somebody’s will away, even when cursing. It’s a lot more fun to set up some choices and watch them fall face-first based on their own actions.

19. How many altars do you have? Not a single one. I would just neglect them, and the gods know that, and are ok with it.

20. Do you do magic outside often? I do magic without thinking about it, no matter where I am. I’m one of those witches that has been doing witchy things for so long that it’s as instinctual as breathing.

21. Can you read palms, or tea leaves? Can I? Yes, the tea leaves. Do I? Nah... It’s messy, and I don’t like doing it.

23. Is your third eye open? You mean that thing that was appropriated from Hindu culture? That thing? Right there? That I don’t deal with, since it was appropriated from Hindu culture?

24. Do you like Astrology? Whats your sign? I like to laugh at it. It’s just amusing to me, and generally so far off base that it’s worth looking at. Yeah, it can be accurate for some people, but somebody’s also got to be that difficult one. Dat me. Oh... and it depends on which astrological system you’re talking about. Western astrology I’m a capricorn.

25. Favorite flower? Or Tree? Depends on the day.

26. Do you have an animal guide? Why? Why would I want one? I’ve already got literally thousands of humanoid spirits all poking at me, I don’t need to add the critter factor in. (Although it has been jokingly said that a rabid squirrel on crack might be appropriate...)

27. Whats your favorite kind of magic? I don’t have one. Since there’s magic in pretty much everything I do, and all aspects of my life are pretty important to me, and my favorite part of the day/activity changes with each day (and sometimes every hour, if not more quickly), stating something is a favorite doesn’t do justice to everything else.

28. What time do you feel most like a witch? All day, every day?

29. Are you out of the broom closet? If people know what to look for, or ask, they know. Otherwise... Well, it’s fun to track the rumors.

30. Are you a hereditary witch? Or self discovered? IMO, claiming hereditary is a crock of crap. It smells too much like Aryanism, or “I have royal blood” or “I’m 1/16th Cherokee” or a hundred other elitist excuses to exclude other people from taking part in something.

31. Are you in a coven? Or solitary? Solitary. Always.

32. Do you want to be in a coven? How big? Never.

33. When did you become a witch? Well, I can remember doing things when in the single digit age bracket, so.... Since pretty much forever? I want to say when I was like 5 or so makes sense, thinking about it?

34. Do you make your own spells? Oh yeah. And then never write them down. LOL... That said, the ones made up on the fly tend to have the most impact for me, personally. There are a lot of people who work better with a pre-written spell or rituals or whatever, but I’m one of those “let’s throw this shit in a pot and stir” types.

35. Do you make your own sigils? Nope. They don’t work well for me.

36. Why did you choose this path? Well, I decided Catholicism was not right for me the day I got chased out of catechism. Screaming. After injuring somebody pretty badly in an act of self-defense. (His actions were sanctioned by the church at the time, mine were not.) It was embarrassing for everybody in the family except me. I was proud of that moment. Then again, I was 8. From that point on it was just exploring options until I found something that fit. Honestly, I didn’t even know I was doing witchcraft until I was in my 20s. Then the interwebs came into wider use, and I found a group of people who shared some experiences, and found out that witchcraft was the name of this thing.

37. Whats your favorite element? Neon. Oh... uh... earth, probably? Though not by much. They’re all kind of equal.

38. Do you do any misc. magic? All the time!

39. Magic or things you will never do? Never is too specific, dearie.

40. Strangest way a spell backfired? Exploding pressure cooker. (It wasn’t mine... Friend asked for a “little extra kick” in her canned salsa. Too much kick added. Oops.)

I’ll tag… whoever wants to play along because I’m a slacker and have forgotten... like... everybody? uh... @breelandwalker, @wodneswynn, @montanaheathen maybe? IDK

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chaospenelope · 7 years

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While They Were Gone

The World Beyond

The house didn't look any different after they left sooner than expected. The yard was free of any cars or large toys but it was mostly unchanged. It felt sad all the same. The FazBear kids would find themselves glancing at it every time they came home as did their friends. They weren't necessarily upset, they just expected something that wasn't there anymore. The twins called their cousins as often as they could, but since the parents were busy pulling double shifts until new staff was hired there hadn't been any planned visits just yet. As summer neared it's halfway point it slowed down enough for a two day trip. "I can't wait to see Faye, Victor, and Amelia again." Spring cheered as she hopped into her seat in very the back of the eight seated minivan. She pulled her stuffed dog, into a backpack and put that onto her lap. "Why are you bringing that thing with us?" Philip asked as he went into the passenger seat in front of them. "Because I wanna..." Her brother rolled his eyes but didn't ask her about it further. He had bigger problems than bothering his little sister. William and Robert sat on either side of him. "Wait a minute, who said I was going to be in the middle seat?" "Cuz your butt's the only one skinny enough to fit in the middle seat. Unless you wanna trade with Chelsea." He motioned toward the oldest sister who was crawling in the seat next to the twins. Philip looked at his mother in the front passenger seat whose shrug told him she wasn't going to help. "Did you remember to bring an extra set of clothes?" FredBear asked his little cub as he made sure the twins were buckled in properly. "Yes Papa." "Frederick?" "Yes, dad." "Alright, let's get outta here." He said as he closed the door. He pulled himself into the driver seat and started the van's engine.

"You have all your things?" Neda stood in the doorway of her daughter's now bare room. All that remained was light blue painted walls, dark blue ceilings with white specks where glow in the dark stars used to be and white carpet. "Yeah. Dad and the movers took the boxes." Penelope tucked her notebook into her black backpack before slinging it onto her shoulder. "Kind of strange seeing it this empty." She felt a conflicting mix of nostalgia, sadness, and joy as she looked at the shell of a house. "You're not actually going to miss this place, are you mom?" "I know the neighbors weren't the best, but this was our home. There were a lot of memories here. As much as I'm happy to leave there's still some things I'll miss." "Yeah, I've had this room a long time. I'll probably miss...Mm. I, can't really think of anything. The closet is nice?" "Your bedroom in the new house has a closet. And, to be honest, a better view." Her mother noted as she looked out the window through a parallel window at a woman who quickly acted like she wasn't just watching them. "What else is at the new house?" "Well, there's two bathrooms, a kitchen, three bedrooms, two stories, three if you count the attic, an office for your father, and hm...What am I forgetting? The living room? Oh, It's completely surrounded by woods." Her daughter perked up as she expected. The small cub loved to climb. "You ready to go?" Phineas walked up to the girls. The large black furred bear carried his son's green Hulk backpack. The boy lazily Leaned against the wall behind him. "The truck already left." "I am!" The little cub jumped up and ran to up to him. "Can't wait to see our new home!" Her father let out chuckle as he looked at his wife. "Told her about the trees, didn't you?" "She asked what the house was like." She said with a smirk, but it faded when she noticed the time on her husband's watch. "We better get going, we don't want the movers to be stuck there without a way to get in. If we make them wait too long they might just leave everything in the yard."

"Are we there yet?" The fox asked in a bored monotone. "Philip, are you serious?" William glared at his brother. "I expected that sort of thing from Spring, not you." "What?" The golden cub looked up from her game. "We're here." The new building was smaller than the last. Around it's yard was a well kept metal fence. The driveway was only wide enough for one car with the other in the garage. There was a stone path leading to a porch with bench swing hanging from the roof. "You're here early!" Faye's voice was a bit muffled by the window. She ran to the door to let them in. "Mom is out getting some light bulbs and dad is in the kitchen. Do you want me to go get him?" "That's alright Faye." FredBear grinned giving her a pat on the head. He headed to the back of the house. The inside was very welcoming. Mangle did a great job placing furniture and choosing colors that made the place feel comfortable and pleasing to the eye. Victor bolted out of his bedroom as the rest of the family settled down in the living room. "There you are guys! C'mon, lets go play outside! There's a swing and slide out there!" "Can we Mama?" "If Teddy says it's safe." "Can I watch TV instead?" Amelia asked shyly. Faye nodded and sat her up on the couch next to Plushy revealing her prosthetic hand. Then followed her cousins and brother. "Don't stick your paws through the fence again Victor." Theodore warned his son as the four kids pitter-pattered across the kitchen to the back door. "C'mon! We can play tag!" The fox poked Freddy. "You're it! No tail grabs!" Then ran off giggling like a madman. "Hey!" He shouted with his own giggles. The two girls split in different directions but he had a vendetta, bolting straight for his cousin. He ducked under the slide in an attempt to cut him off. Victor made a leaping dodge as he bolted back the other side. Frederick knew he couldn't catch up to him in a long distance run so he used in a full sprint. He was inches away when he reached out in a frantic grab. His paw latched on his shoulder as he cried 'it'. Then he quickly grabbed the ladder of the play set to hoist himself up. Victor was about to chase him but saw his sister. She fled once he noticed her. He followed her across the yard swerving around as she made sharp corners just before hitting the fence. He cut her off just at the small freshly planted garden huddled against the back of the house, or he would, if she hadn't tripped on someone. "Are you OK Faye?" Goldie asked as she stood up to offer her hand. Freddy ran up to them with the same amount of concern. "Yeah, I landed on the soft soil." She brushed the dirt off of her white fur and pink shirt. "What were you doing anyway Spring?" "I found a bug!" She knelt back down and pointed at her find. There was wriggling worm pulsating around the moist earth and a pair of pill bugs curled into balls at their presence. "Look, there's more now!" "There's another worm, or is it just the other end?" Freddy asked as he too became invested in the insects. "Guys! You have bugs at your house!" Victor crossed his arms and watched SpringBear pick up a roly poly. She examined it closely, and gently pushing it on it's side. "I love Rollie bugs. They're so cute." She got up and carefully ran to the backdoor still cradling the invertebrate. She ran inside after wiping her paws on the mat. "Papa!" She held her cupped hands up so the large yellow bear could see her new friend. "I found a Rollie bug! Can I keep him please? I'll fed him leaves and give him water everyday." He smiled and patted her head. "I'm not sure that's a good idea Honey Bear. He might miss his family and friends if you take him home. You can always visit him here." "Oh...OK." She hesitantly returned outside where Freddy and Faye were watching the worms race out the dirt. Victor was sitting against the fence pulling up blades of grass. She placed the critter on a bush's leaf. "I'll check on you later, ok Bailey?" "Hurry Goldie! The race is almost over." She huddled up to the patch of dirt that was the center of attention. The two bugs writhed and slithered into the soft ground. The cubs started to cheer them on giving them the names Tube and Segments. It was a close match but Segments had all five of his hearts in the race. "Can we play now?" Victor asked. Then hopped up when a spark of inspiration hit him. "Let's be superheroes!"

The dirt road widened to a clearing with two houses in the middle. The large moving truck was closed and the engine started up. Most of it's contents were placed roughly where they were assigned. "Hey, we might actually get this done before tonight." Neda happily admitted as she finished pushing the drier in place." "We should probably work on the beds next, just in case we lose track of time." "Right, I wish we didn't have to take the bed frames apart..." Their daughter poked her head into the room. "I put all the dishes in the cabinet, can I go outside?" "Sorry Penny, but I need to be able to see you if you want to play outside and your father and I still need to make sure we don't have to roll out the inflatable tonight...But we can have our lunch break under the trees." The breeze gently rustled the leafy branches. The sticks and leaves crunched under their paws as they selected a spot to spread out the freshly unpacked blanket. There was a faint, distant scuttle of life as they sat down. "Such a beautiful day today." Phineas looked up at the sun trickling through the gaps in shade. "Nice weather for a picnic. Bet it'll be even lovelier at night. You could look out the window and see the whole galaxy." Neda opened the shopping bag and passed out the containers of take out. "So how do you cubs like the house so far?" "It's big." "I really like the color of my room. One of my windows is still facing another window. It was covered with a blue curtain. Who lives next to us?" "We haven't really seen them yet. They weren't here when we looked at the house. As long as we stay on our side of the fence we should be fine." Penelope wasn't too sure but at least it was only one side of the house instead of surrounding them. She tried to push the thought away as she ate her lasagna. "The food's good." Nade added, not too sure if there was much else he needed to like this place. "There are a lot of nice places in town; a theater, some restaurants, an arcade. We're not too far from the city either." "Sounds great mom. Can I look around? I'm full." "You can play around the woods where we can see you, but when your mother and I have to go back inside you go in the back yard and stay in the fence, alright?" "Sure thing dad!" She put her leftovers back in the bag. After wiping her muzzle on a napkin she bolted for the foliage. She picked out a big, wide tree with low branches right at the edge of the forest. "Don't go up too high!" "I won't!" Penelope jumped up to grab a strong branch. She latched her arms around it. Then lifted her lower body to secure her legs around it. She pulled herself to the top of the branch and carefully stood up. Carefully walked to the trunk and pulled herself on a higher one. She held tightly on another as she looked at the view until she moved few branches and realized three of them were perfectly positioned to rest on. She noticed something scratched into the bark of the tree. It appeared as if it were supposed to be letters cut in crudely. She could make out a V but the rest of the bark was pulled off. It seemed like another person wanted to erase the mark. She pondered the scribble for a moment, wondering which house this person lived in when they did it and if they were still here.

#The World Beyond #fnaf au #fnaf oc

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writtenbyrobyn-blog · 5 years

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“Moitié-moitié comme la fondue”

August 4th 2018: Canggu, Bali, Indonesia. C1:

My best friend and I had scrolled Instagram for a neat place to have breakfast in Canggu. It was our first morning after arriving the night before and we were ready to explore for the day on our little Honda Scoopy. Crate Cafè seemed a huge hit and was only 15 minutes from where we were staying so that's where we headed. Given it was my first time driving a scooter with two people on, I was SO nervous but we ended up being just fine. It’s funny you know.. the roads in Bali are HECTIC, road rule do not exist. Legit it is each man for themselves - you’ve really just got to go with the flow and not overthink your driving or you will likely crash!!.

OK. So, Crate was VERY BUSY when we arrived. We knew it was a popular wee spot because Instagram said so, but I didn’t expect to have to wait around for a table. The place was h u g e, A giant factory like building that had been converted to an open plan cafe with large pine wood tables and concrete floors. It was the perfect mix of practical meets trendy - just right for the amount of people they were serving each day. Like hawks, people swooped into vacant tables, so Em and I followed suit. Eventually after ordering our food we took a table from two German girls who were leaving. We started to plan what we would do for the day whilst we waited for our food.

Old Mans (night club) was on the cards for later that evening as well as The Lawn (Beach club) for drinks and lunch (Talk about living the high life). A man in a hawaiian shift delivered our food and it was delicious in every sense of the word. Fresh, delicious, just perfect (if such a thing exists),

Tourists jumping to find any seat they could, even if it meant sitting with strangers - meant it was soon our turn to be joined by one. After looking for a table himself with little success, a tall Swiss boy (with the kindest smile) asked if he could sit with us. Of course we obliged and soon the stranger became a friend when were talking about or trip, where we had been, where we were from, tattoos, locals, where we would travel next, food and all other bits and pieces you can talk about with a newly made friend.

I thought about if I should mention his name. I’ve decided not too - we all love a good mystery, don’t we?. But if you want to put a name to the mystery boy, pick something exotic, something a little eccentric. The sort of name you would give to a French speaking Swiss boy, because in essence, that is who he was.

We didn’t stay long, he lifted the glass top off the table where we sat, we placed a 5.000 rupi note signed with our instagram tags @robyn_eloise and @ems_grace. It was placed right in the middle, joined by lots of other little souvenirs left behind by other travellers and we parted ways with our new Swiss friend. He had said he would visit New Zealand in a few months time. We said to keep in contact and that we could show him around, he agreed that he would. Often people say things in passing without much meaning attached, but I secretly hoped he would message us of his travel to NZ.

With tummies full of the most delicious breakfast, we said our goodbyes. Em and I walked back to our scoopy. Em knew exactly what I was thinking on the way out of the cafe but we didn’t say anything, just smiled at each other and left.

French speaking Swiss boy had a gentle, but sure nature about him. He spoke with a the most sexy accent and was covered in tattoos that (at the time) didn’t have much meaning to me. There was something different about this boy, something that I hadn’t quite found with boys here. I felt excited. He was older, yes. He was a little shy, yes. He didn’t have any hair.. maybe that was it. No, I couldn’t put my finger on it so I just let it be.

Canggu was I n c r e d i b l e. Earthquakes and all, we loved it. Although. a little bitter sweet, being the last destination of our trip before we went home. I remember leaving our little cabin for two on our last day and feeling so content with how our trip had gone - I was ready for home but also very happy to leave part of my heart in Bali. C2:

Fast forward two months (a rather CRAZY two months at that) and I get a notification from our Swiss friend of his soon arrival on the NZ shores. I was low key excited to see him again - I mean, keeping in mind I had met him for all of 20 minutes before we parted ways and now he was coming to New Zealand, with me as his host.

Walking across Queen Street towards the Sky Tower, I was greeted by that same kind smile that greeted me in Crate Cafè back in August. His voice much the same as what I remember, he was really tall, I couldn’t’ see any of his tattoos because he was wearing a denim jacket and long pants. He had a hat on too so I had forgotten he didn’t have any hair. He seemed shy, but I knew that was just a front and that he was actually a cheeky critter. His presence was safe, I felt good.

12 hours, 4 volcanic mountains, a tour of the city, Mexican food and a pretty mountain sunset later and I felt as though I had known this boy forever. Such easy company and a true go getter. What’s more is that he had a soul that carried so much expression, I don’t think I have ever known a male to speak so passionately about the places they have been before.

On the mountain that evening I had a quick realisation that this would be one of those stories I would tell my children about in 60+ years time. That’s right, your mum met a Swiss boy at a cafe in indonesia, who then two months later came to New Zealand and travelled the length of it in 25 days, in a car, he stayed with me and we fell for each other pretty hard, just your average glorified holiday romance, that felt so much more than a glorified holiday romance (as they do).

Back to the mountain top where we had ended our first day together, I had known Swiss boy all of a couple of hours hours when I had decided he was almost as cool as me. After an intense week together of laughs, adventures and wine, his departure looked as though would leave my heart strings pulled in all sorts of directions.

Swiss speaking french boy had finally found himself a car and jetted off to see the rest of the island. Saying goodbye is shit. let’s not sugar coat it. So to compensate for the shit goodbye, of course I buy plane tickets see see him at the end of his trip in QT.

Queenstown, hi its me. I will be seeing you in a couple of days - French-speaking Swiss boy will be seeing you too, I’m excited to show him waht you got.

C3:

This bit won’t be long. It’s going to be concise and to the point, everything that I am not and need to learn to be. QT was perfect really, Burgers, Ice cream, Lakes, Mountains, Naps, Town hopping, Bridge jumping, real conversation, Wine, Photographs, Memories, laughs, Tears, Burgers. Burgers. Burgers. French speaking Swiss boy was cool, we had so much fun together. He ended up meaning alot to me and still does. What I felt for him could be compared to love, it might not have been love exactly - but it was definitely a form of love.

Swiss boy has gone for now, he has left New Zealand to venture further ashore to lands of Latin music and empanadas. Saying goodbye made me cry, I had a real connection with you. Even though you told me not too. I feel so deeply all the time, especially when I care for someone a lot. I was so happy to see you continue your travels but selfishly, so sad to see you leave.

At the airport, we said see you soon,

let’s see if we stick to our word.

and so,

Life has a really cool way of bringing people together and allowing them to form connections. Some connections meaning to last for a long time whilst others, only momentary. Whatever our connection was or will be Swiss boy, I hope to see you again, in fact - I know I will. So I can remind you of the time you laughed at my sunburn, reunite you with the most comfortable bed in the world and agree on our shared revulsion of tomatoes. You’ll always have a home here, remember that.

Cheers to a whirlwind of a month and a half.

love to wherever you are,

Rob x

#lovetowhereeveryouare

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