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jtl-fics · 1 year

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Fluent Freshman - Part 13

“I can’t believe you would go out on Black Friday to grocery shop but I guess thanks for going out on Black Friday to grocery shop.” Aaron greets him with as FF moves over to the table.

Andrew and Captain Neil had apparently went out shopping.

Andrew and Captain Neil had apparently come back and have been in Andrew’s room for the past couple hours.

“Josten probably wanted to go to Excites for some gear. I don’t know what my brother sees in that Exy-obsessed jerk.” Aaron says as he eats his own smiley eggs and bacon. FF hears the sound of a hammer and a drill from Andrew’s room.

Heart in his throat he forces himself not to think about what Andrew and Captain Neil COULD be building.

(A guillotine, an iron maiden, that weird wedge thing that splits people in half at the groin, He should NOT have taken that Spanish history class. Oh god it’s probably a fence so he can’t escape whatever hunting ground Andrew is going to drag him to if he can’t buy his continued existence via baked good.)

“Shut up, they’re actually really sweet to one another.” Nicky chastises before turning to FF, “Because of that your final serving goes to Smithy. He deserves it more than you.” Nicky says and slides the final plate of eggs and bacon.

“He’s just as bothered by it as I am!” Aaron scowls.

“By what?” FF asks because there are a lot of things that bother him so Aaron is going to have to be more specific.

“By those two being all close. I’ve seen the way you turn and walk away.” Aaron reaches across the table for his bacon but FF just pushes the plate closer to him. The two plates he had already eaten were more than enough, especially after the full dinner that they’d had the night before. “You’re grossed out by it too right?” He asks as he goes to stab the bacon.

FF slides the plate away and Aaron stabs the table.

FF is NOT HOMOPHOBIC.

His gran raised him better than that.

“I don’t agree with you.” He says because he doesn’t but can’t bring himself to say anymore. He’s in Aaron’s house, he stole Aaron’s keys that morning to lock up the house.

(it was so rude but what if someone broke in because he left the house unlocked? What if someone got hurt just because he wanted to ensure his own survival? Isn’t it better that he just borrowed Aaron’s keys to make sure that no one in the house got hurt? Does FF still believe with every fiber of his being that Andrew Minyard is trying to murder him in this exact house? Yes. Can these concerns coexist peacefully? Also yes.)

If anything he finds Captain Neil and Andrew to be an incredibly nice couple. They talk about things together, they make plans about their future, their PDA was actually pretty minimal (especially in comparison to Aaron), and he had figured out the weird code Andrew talked in so he was pretty sure that Andrew and Neil loved one another.

The only issue he has with the couple is that they are out at a store probably buying supplies to torture and then kill FF.

Otherwise they were perfectly fine.

Aaron scowls, “You can’t be serious. You walk away faster than you run on the court when you see the two of them getting all gross.” He points with his fork and tries to grab the bacon again.

FF frowns deeper.

“I walk away even faster from you and your girlfriend.” He returns because Aaron and Katelyn are the couple who have been the MOST guilty of initiating something in front of him when he was in ‘Visible only when the sunlight strikes him at the exact right angle on the summer solstice’ mode.

He had tried to clear his throat to get them to quit quite a few times but…well…he has heard Katelyn mention that one of her and Aaron’s favorite ‘hang out’ spots might be haunted….so he hadn’t been overly successful.

“PDA makes me uncomfortable in general. Captain Neil and Andrew are a very nice couple who you shouldn’t talk bad about.” He defends as one of the only people who would know exactly how thoughtful the two were to one another.

He hopes his Gran is proud of him for saying something.

Aaron looks at him with a twisted mouth for a while before relenting, “Fine they’re not that bad. It’s just a big brother thing.” Aaron rolls his eyes.

FF swallows down some acid in his throat and pushes the smiling eggs and bacon over to Aaron who smiles back at the breakfast and proceeds to eat it.

A big brother thing.

FF gets up and heads over to the final bag that Andrew had left out on the counter. FF had bought some additional offerings for his mortal soul to tide Andrew over while he made the brownies. It’s also where the incense and his latest two five hour energies should still be.

He finds the incense, wonders if he hallucinated the five hour energies (very possible), and hands Nicky a box of sour patch kids to distract him when he comes over.

“Smithy, why the hell are you lighting incense?” Nicky asks because the sour patch kids were NEVER going to be enough to distract Nicky. That would take something on the level of Swedish Fish but he’d been more focused on avoiding the candy thrown by an irate woman towards a member of Target staff because the grocery department couldn’t get her the redemption coupon for one of the flat screens in the Electronic department so he had FAILED to procure them. He’d even seen a box sail through the air is bullet time because his brain was too hopped up on Five Hour Energy but he’d let it go believing he could just grab a box at check out. THEN HE ZONED OUT IN THE CHECK OUT LINE AS HE STARED AT BOTH THE FUTURE AND THE PAST AND FORGOT HE WAS IN THE PRESENT WHERE HE HADN’T GOTTEN THE DAMN SWEDISH FISH.

“I’m going to make my Great Grandma’s brownies.” He says in response, “I’m hoping to channel her so I don’t mess up.” He says.

“Oh! More grandma baking goodies?! I can be your assistant baker! What do you need?” Nicky says visibly vibrating with excitement at the prospect. “We can listen to Mariah and I can lick the spoon!”

There is a noise of revulsion from the kitchen table.

“Don’t let him lick the spoon Smiths! He gets WEIRD about it.”

“That sounds like what someone who wants to lick the spoon would say.”

“Oh shut up!”

“That’s not a NO!”

The cousins continue to argue about spoon licking rights as FF gets started checking to make sure that the kitchen has all the necessary equipment to even make his brownies. He’d been so tired (last night? This morning?) that he hadn’t thought about even checking that the cousins would have things like a glass bowl, an baking dish, pie tin, etc.

Thankfully FOR ONCE luck is on his side and FF does not have to walk back to the Target.

So he finishes pulling out everything he’ll need, getting the oven pre-heated, and pulling out the ingredients for the brownies from the fridge.

He lights some incense with the stove top burners sends a quick prayer up and wonders if maybe a ouija board would have been better but if the Home Goods section had been a dangerous spot then the toy section would have been like walking into an active war zone. There are no laws as far as parents are concerned when it comes to getting the ‘it’ toy for their kids. FF has watched the highs and lows of humanity in the Barbie aisle more than once.

So he melts chocolate, he sifts flour and sugar, he separates eggs, and he uses every muscle that Kevin’s insane work out regiment had given his arms to whip those egg whites into stiff peaks. He knows his great gran is with him when Nicky and Aaron continue to argue (they are now talking about the ethics of licking the spoon vs. licking the bowl? He doesn’t quite get how they got there but alright) so Nicky doesn’t hear him say “Stiff Peaks Acquired” to himself because he knows Nicky well enough to know that he would have NEVER heard the end of it.

He uses all of the delicacy his gran had ever tried to teach him to fold those egg whites into the chocolate and then to fold in the flour and sugar. There are more steps, more ingredients, but unless you are family then those are CLASSIFIED.

Great Gran had always been the suspicious sort.

The oven beeps to let him know it’s done pre-heating as he’s carefully transferring his great gran’s life’s work into the baking dish.

He was so focused that he hadn’t even realized that Andrew was back until he turned to do the dishes and found Andrew holding the bowl and running his fingers through the scant remaining mix and shoving it into his mouth.

He is surprise that the scream remains in his head. He’s even more surprised that he stays upright. Maybe the nap did him some good even if it let Andrew and Captain Neil build whatever torture device they were intending to use on him.

He really needs to drink some pepto. He doesn’t think that Andrew will pause their ‘The Most Dangerous Game’ recreation to let FF manage his ulcers. Andrew is staring straight at him.

Andrew offers him the spoon.

FF declines. Raw eggs, sugar, and chocolate? With THIS stomach? He’d almost prefer to be chased through whatever enclosure Andrew is going to drag him to.

“When did you wake up?” Andrew asks.

“Hour ago.” He answers.

“Hm.”

“I’ll make the pie tomorrow.” he ventures trying to extend his life by another day.

Andrew shoves the spoon into his own mouth after that and walks out into the dining room. FF hears both Aaron and Nicky’s cries of anguish.

FF looks at the brownies in the oven at the incense burning on the counter and wonders if that was Andrew’s way of confirming his stay of execution.

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#Fluent Freshman AU #Did Andrew and Neil hear FF defend them?#MAYBE #Did great gran come down from on high to guide FF's baking hands?#oh Absolutely there is no doubt #This is her great grandson! He BESEECHED her #Andrew does not know about the fifteen other bottles of five hour energy that FF has in his backpack #FF pressing his face against his Pepto bottle: Oh we're really in it now aren't we Pepto #Andrew and Neil building a dresser so that Neil can store his clothes: I wonder if Smith is up #It is only the cruelest of worlds that I make FF endure Nicky having heard him talk about stiff peaks #Can anyone tell that I know VERY little about baking and am hiding behind the shield of FAMILY SECRET to skate by this?#Well if you couldn't I guess I outed myself as a silly little fool in the tags #AFTG #AFTG OC #AFTG AU #AFTG Fic #My Fics #Andreil #FF - Pt. 13

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vegaly-art · 5 months

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Hmmm wonder what they're all looking at? :3 (This is a Quadryptich that I'll put up proper on Friday so I can show how they look together >:3) Also this is a sneak peak to my Brachium, Avior and Warden designs, and Vega for good measure <3 (My Warden is named Polaris and they're very goofy <3.)

#I wonder if anyone can guess who they're looking at or all the hands present in the images #hint: all the hands relate to each of the character's respective storylines and an important character within them :3 #also brachium's do not have 1 fixed answer so have fun :3 #I love being a redacted fan because I can just make fanart art for an art school project <3 #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted asmr fanart #redacted audio fanart #redacted fanart #redacted brachium #redacted avior #redacted warden #redacted vega

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emmodii-mode · 6 months

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Just finished my first playthrough of BG3. Romanced Lae'zel, but ending up turning into an Illithid because the idea of making Orpheus or Karlach do it didn't sit well with me (or my character).

I told Lae'zel to leave with Orpheus in the end (I heard she wouldn't stay with a ghaik anyway, which she's valid for, but also, it doesn't feel right to ask her to stay when I know how much her people mean to her). And like-

Her face before she flies off---

She looks so heartbroken and sad.

#emmodii rambles #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate series #lae'zel #spoilers #i don't regret my choices and i do love a good angsty story. but at the same time... OOF.#may you find a new source of joy in the astral realm my queen :'(#for anyone curious- i played a githyanki which i heard is the only race that can fly off with her or something?#but well. again- didn't quite fit my character to have someone else turn instead pfffft #ALSO HE'S A CLERIC OF ILMATER AND A REDEEMED DARK URGE. self-sacrifice is kiNDA TO BE EXPECTED HAHAHA.#anyway- do give romancing lae'zel a shot guys. she may be a hardass at first but it's really because she cares a lot #also slightly off-topic but as a dark urge gith... durge grew up in a city so like. wonder how out of place they woulda felt with the #other githyankis anyway. i think i read somewhere that a gith durge realises they don't really feel connected to creches and stuff #which is interesting and makes me curious about how exactly they were made. cuz they have the traits and knowledge of the race but didn't #grow up with them. i guess the easiest answer would be 'god magic shenanigans' but STILL.#trust me to overthink things hahaha XD #if anyone's curious what happened to my guy in the end--- we followed wyll and karlach to avernus hahaha #what are the devils gonna do? steal the soul we don't have?? TRY IT BITCH #of course i did reload multiple times to have my character kill himself. because that was another option that felt possible for his charact #...and also because i wanted to see how companions would react to it. krewfjewlkrjewklrjewl- although the narration for durge suicide #is also quite interesting! of course maybe that's just me being mentally ill eff (/lh) but having a kill that isn't going to murder daddy?#gives a redeemed durge some control and a final say at last. which is still sad but a nice way to tie up their death methinks #ANYWAY- time to go find a way to convert him into a full-on OC. elves and dwarves are one thing but giths are blatantly dnd so i'mma have #to figure that out for my own story lore and universe--- some kinda new species? humanify him? or convert to another existing general speci #hmm hmm hmmmmmmmmmm-

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kasumikoujou · 1 year

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#the sumi art #hinata aoi #yuta aoi #2wink #given its on topic i can finally say shoutout to corky and her first reaction to seeing i like them was OMG YOURE A TWINKIE <3 #(yes i guess. i am a twinkie #if anyones wondering ab the fish its cause THEYRE PISCES

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acewizardinspace · 1 year

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The truth is, sometimes there is no watsonian answer.

Lets say for a moment a character is established to hate the color green. Then in one scene we see them wearing a green scarf. This is never mentioned or explained. It can be fun to come up with watsonian (in universe) explanations for this behavior. Maybe he got it from this other character who loves green, or maybe he changed his mind. But when those explanations actually directly contradict what happens on screen, then there is a problem. Lets say it is impossible for him to have met this other character and gotten a gift, or he mentions his hatred for green again two episodes later meaning it is impossible for him to have changed his mind.

Now your fun watsonian headcanon instead of adding meaning actively detracts meaning. Now it makes the story worse not better. Now the story stops making any amount of sense because you insist on calling attention to something the creators never wanted you to. This can be fun for AUs and headcanons, please keep with it! But it is a shit basis for shit literary analysis.

The truth is, sometimes his scarf is green because that is what the costumer designers had on hand. The truth is, sometimes there is no watsonian answer.

#Watsonian analysis that refuses to engage with doylist analysis will ALWAYS be a shit form of literary analysis.#Yeah you heard me right. ALWAYS.#Because the truth is they are FICTIONAL and the place we are doing our analysis is the REAL world and that fact is always going to matter.#The actual value of watsonian analysis is pretty fucking low in my opinion.#Don't get me wrong they are fun and I love them! I have enough of them I myself use as headcanons.#But the people who concentrate on them so much they forget that this is a show written by real people...#When you keep concentrating stuff the author doesn't care about you miss the big picture.#The thing the author is actually trying to say.#And that is a damn shame because often authors have important shit to say.#And even when they don't works can still have meaning without moral.#I wonder if anyone can guess what this post is about.#I am not that subtle but also I just blocked the person rather than engage with their shit bad faith discussion.#Which while always the correct response is also an annoying one.#shakes fist #your bad faith bullshit makes fandom not fun!!!#my thoughts #my posts

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izayoichan · 5 months

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Shelter Stories: Teddy's Christmas tales 🎶

Teddy: Today you get a two for one deal, those are popular at Christmas right?

These two friends are named Fiver and Hazel, and I was told to mention bonus points if anyone actually could guess where their names are from. I have no idea, but Liam did point that out! Either way, their two bunnies that was found in a box together, and it would feel horrible to not have them stay together.

Their both quite cuddly, they are used to free roam here, and have never gone outside the shelters garden. As long as their together, they seem to be happy to stay put. Fiver is what Lucas keeps callig a lap bunny, I had no idea that was a thing! I heard of lapdogs, I mean I can be one, but a lap bunny? That was a new term for me. He does love to lie in your lapt thogh. Hazel is more laid back, and will more often come sit next to you under a tree or on a bench if your outside, never saying no to a little scratch when he so chooses it.

Hopefully the two can find a home together, they deserve a chance to just be happy with their forever people.

#simblr #the ward legacy #simblrstories #ts4 #writblr #Teddy Ward #Hazel and Fiver #I wonder if anyone can guess where their names come from #I know them from an old memory #maybe I am not the only one

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kagedbird · 5 months

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TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Lucia part 8)

Lucia: *sitting in Taliesin's lap, allowed to watch her father's spar before nap time, excited to watch them fight* Go papa!!

Taliesin: *snorts* Which one are you cheering for, exactly?

Lucia: ....Yes!

Allora: *snort laughs, lightly pinching her cheek* You stole that from me! I'm so proud.

Lucia: *giggling*

Kaidan: *grunting as his arrow hit the blue outer ring while Inigo's went dead center. Again.* Another!!

Inigo: Hehe. Okay! Best out of 35?

Lucien: *shakes his head before picking up his cup of tea* I do hope they just don't break anything. Or each other.

Taliesin + Allora: *immediately grinning and side eyeing each other*

Lucien: *glares, a flush on his cheeks* Must you both be so uncouth?

Lyra: *chuckling as she takes her cup of tea* I thought you said she wasn't interested in such things, Lucien?

Allora: *blinks, remembering they'd talked about it that night* I'm sorry?

Lucien: Mother!

Davidicus: Is that why you chose to adopt by chance?

Lucien: Father!! Please, stop. Leave it be.

Allora: ...

Taliesin: *reaches over to gently hold Allora's hand, giving it a squeeze* I believe that's enough of that, thank you.

Davidicus: *tilts his head* My apologies if we over stepped. I was merely curious to know where our bloodline would be in futures to come.

Lyra: After marriage of course.

Allora: *squeezes Taliesin's hand tightly, frowning* ...There is no bloodline.

Davidicus: Beg pardon?

Lucien: Allora, you don't have to-

Allora: There is no bloodline with me. I can't conceive.

Davidicus + Lyra: ...! Oh...

Lucia: *frowns, looking up at her mother's tense and masked face* Mama...?

Taliesin: *frowns sharply, standing and gently guiding Allora and Lucia up* That, I said, is enough. We will see you for late lunch. Perhaps that will give you some time to rethink your probing. Hmph. *quickly ushers the girls into the house*

Lucien: *sadly watches them leave, knowing his presence wouldn't help her right now* ... *throws a disapproving frown to his parents* I told you to leave it be.

Lyra: *feeling properly admonished, bowing her head apologetically* I'm sorry, Lucien. You are right.

Davdicus: My apologies as well, son.

Lucien: I don't need the apology, she does. But only when she's ready. *stands with a huff and heads over to the other two to explain the situation, watching them rush off after the three sadly*

Allora: *quietly giving Lucia a bath, methodically scrubbing her daughter's skin with a soapy rag* ...

Lucia: ... *lifts her arm quietly at her mother's gentle tap, worry growing too big in her chest* ...Mama?

Allora: *draws a question mark in the air with her finger and powers leaving the shape behind* ...?

Lucia: I don't... understand what that word meant. Conceive?

Allora: *takes in a deep breath, kissing Lucia's head, before taking a bucket full of water to rinse Lucia's body* ... ...

Lucia: *gnaws on her bottom lip, knowing her mama didn't want to talk like this, and patiently waits until they're redressed in night clothes and snuggled into bed with Taliesin* ...Papa?

Taliesin: *heard the question while he was waiting, sighing and kissing her temple* Do you mind, Cherub?

Allora: *silently shakes her head, holding Lucia close* ...

Taliesin: *pulls them both close, hugging them tightly* Your mother... cannot carry children. She cannot give birth to a brother or sister for you, with any of us. It's a very difficult thing for her, you see, for reasons... I would like to wait until you're a bit older to talk about.

Lucia: Okay... *looks up at Allora* Does it hurt?

Taliesin: *brushes her hair gently from her face* Not physically, Bumblebee, but it's something instinctual to her. It hurts her heart that she can't have multiple little yous running around. Who wouldn't want that? *taps her nose softly*

Allora: *brushes her nose against Lucia's cheek softly*

Lucia: *hums and leans into her mother's nuzzle* ...I'm okay not having a brother or sister, mama. It's okay! I have four papas and you, and grandma and grandpa, and Hulda, and Great Uncle Bren, and Lars and Mila!

Allora: *huffs a silent, breathy laugh, closing her teary eyes and pulling Lucia into a tight hug* ...

Taliesin: *smiles sadly, curling up around the both of them* It's not something she can ever stop wanting, but you're very correct, Bumblebee. We have quite the large apiary all ready, and we make sweet honey all on our own. *kisses Lucia's cheek and Allora's lips softly* Now, let's rest, all right? It's been quite the long day.

Lucia: ... *gnaws on her bottom lip*

Taliesin: *tutting and gently pulling her lip free of her teeth* You're a horrible influence on her, Cherub.

Allora: *dryly stares*

Lucia: Is- are you mad at grandpa and grandma? Did they say something wrong?

Taliesin: *sighs* ...We are disappointed in them for asking such things. It's a delicate topic, and very upsetting. Should they appropriately apologize in the form of currency-

Allora: *gently thwaps his arm*

Taliesin: -Oof! Rude. Ahem. If they appropriately apologize with their words, it is up to your mother to forgive them for their misstep.

Lucia: *hums, smiling lightly at her mama playfully reprimanding him, snuggling close to Allora* Okay... goodnight mama, papa...

#skyrim #skyrim taliesin #kaidan khim #kaidan skyrim #inigo the brave #inigo skyrim #Lucia #Lucien Flavius #Lucien Skyrim #Lyra Flavius #Davidicus Flavius #Allora #Dragonborn oc #If anyone recalls- I do story lore based on the game aspects (i.e. Allora looking different to them based on their gynecology and in game-#-models). I wonder if anyone can guess why she can't conceive.#TESSDE AU #tes #tesblr #whoops this one was long sorry lmao

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