#Crow is SO middle child coded

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Feel free to ignore this, but I have to ask since I've been rewatching yugioh 5ds and you're one of the very few blogs I've searched that mentioned Satellite Bros age order. I'd love to hear your thoughts on this and if you know other blogs that talk about it.

WHY WOULD I EVER IGNORE THIS ITS ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS. THANK YOU SO MUCH <3

*takes deep breath* ok SO

Word of god canon is that the age order is Jack (19), Yusei (18), and Crow (17), at the start of the series.

But while you can make an argument that Yusei would have records, people who knew when he was born, or at least a birth certificate, Jack and Crow are orphans. If Jack is indeed 19, then he would have been roughly a year old when Zero Reverse happened, likely killing his parents, at the very least destroying a massive amount of city infrastructure. You tell me Jack knows his birthday and I press (X) to doubt.

Crow is apparently canonically younger than Yusei, but. His parents also died in Zero Reverse.

This. This straight up does not work.

Also Yusei is shown to be a baby when Zero Reverse occurred and if Crow's parents did indeed die in Zero Reverse when he was under a year old he there is NO WAY he would live much longer than that. That's just. How babies work.

CROW HOGAN HAS TO BE OLDER THAN YUSEI.

I will die on this hill. I watched the show thinking Crow was the middle brother and then learned their apparent canon ages after because he has to be older than Yusei for any of his backstory to make sense. Konami can fight me on this.

NARRATIVELY they are the middle and youngest child. Jack has Past motifs, Crow is Present, and Yusei is Future. Jack and Yusei's whole dynamic is the most oldest sibling vs youngest sibling drama possible.

As for Jack, I always like to think it was his birthday like, a week before Yusei leaves Satellite, because being a Newly Minted Twenty Year Old explains everything about his personality.

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A continuous of PART 1

Summary: Y/n, was the child of John and Gemma Teller, born and raised in Charming, California. The Son’s made their first move in their expansion by setting roots in Oceanside, California. You did your part like Gemma had raised you to do and help the club as best as you could without a patch. The Oceanside Charter’s President had you as a gun for hire since you were raised in the shadows of none other than Happy Lowman. When you weren’t assisting the club you were keeping busy with the Cafe you owned, the Strip Joint, and the clubhouse bar. If you weren’t working then you were with your best friend, Deran Cody. If you weren’t with Deran than you were trying to get the attention of his damn brother, Andrew Cody

Where it began…

(Prologue Pt. II)

In fear that Pope wasn’t serious about what had happened.You avoided anyone and everyone with the name Cody like the plague. Yes, even poor Daren. Best friends or not, you slept with his older brother! Isn’t there some kind of bro code to this… was this pseudo incest??? Your head was spiraling too much to concentrate. You called in Poppy to cover the cafe until you came back, and you left The Strip Joint in the hands of the assistant manager. You packed a bag and left Oceanside to Charming for about two weeks. The sons were in the middle of a deal gone bad with the Mayans and on top of it all they had the princess here having a meltdown.. over a guy no less! 

Juice was literally in a panic because of how many things were actually going wrong right now. Starting from the fact, you were in the clubhouse spewing this nonsense at him about a guy. An older guy at that. 

“Wait, wait, wait, wait… was it the one with spiked up hair?” 

“No Juice, the curly haired one! Pay attention.” 

Juice ran his hands down his face in agony. He couldn’t do this anymore so he tagged in the next victim, Tig Trager. Boy was that the wrong choice. 

“Look sweetheart, if you wanted an older unstable man all you had to do was ask. I don’t bite… hard.”

”Oh my god Tig!” You huffed and walked out of the clubhouse. 

“You know where to find me Princess!” Tig yelled at the closed door. 

You were spiraling through every emotion possible. What do you mean Andrew Cody called you his girl? Like a friend that was a girl. Girlfriend? Fuck buddy? You screamed into the plushie pillow on your bed. You were a badass outside of this house but the moment you stepped through your room door at your parent’s house, all seriousness gets thrown out the window.

”I expected this in your teens, not your twenties. What’s wrong babe.” Gemma leaned against the door with her arms crossed. 

“I don’t want to get hurt. I already know how this goes. I see it everyday with Old Ladies, crow eaters, even you mom. You can deny it all you want. I see how Tig looks at you, had looked at you all these years and you only had eyes for Clay.” Gemma sat on your bed and tucked a stray hair behind your ear. 

“You have the greatest weapon a man can’t resist, babydoll. So the best advice I can give you is grab this man by the balls and claim him before some tart can. Keep him the best way any woman can.” You let out a laugh of relief. Your mom’s wild advice actually helped clear your thoughts. So much that you actually went back home a little earlier than planned. Feeling the salty breeze brush against your skin reminded you that you were home and that despite how much you loved Charming, you really hate dirt. 

You were finally home. The scent of pine sol still filled the air. The lights were dimmed like you left them and you were ready to face your problem head on. You finally turned on your phone and an excessive amount of text filled your phone. Like one right after another. 

“You didn’t answer your phone.” 

You pulled out the gun you always carried in your waistband and pointed it at Pope who was sipping on a glass of juice from the kitchen.

”Andrew what the fuck!”

”I came looking for you here. The cafe. Even the Strip Joint, left as soon as I found out you weren’t there. So I waited here hoping you would come home.”

You just eyed the man who seemed smaller than he was. His voice was low and his eyes looked like he hadn't slept in days.  You put your phone down on the counter and it was still buzzing away. 

“I was scared… okay?” Pope looked up from his glass and stared at you. “I was scared that you didn’t mean what you said because I know how you feel about Catherine. Anyone with eyes can see how much you love her. It took me years… YEARS.. Andrew to even get you to notice me and it was a raunchy outfit that did it for you. I am not always sequin and glam. I am dirt, blood, sweat and batter. I am not like Catherine. I am not stringing along two guys. It’s always been you Andrew. So if you can’t see that please leave and leave me alone.” 

“Catherine’s pregnant.” You froze. Was this why he was here? “Catherine’s pregnant and I didn’t care. This whole week and a half I felt like I was missing a piece of me. You weren’t answering your phone. I didn’t know where you were. ” 

“Catherine was my first love because she was my Deran.” You knew exactly what he was talking about. The first person in our messed up life to treat you with kindness despite knowing who you really were. “I thought that her kindness was love but meeting you.. I knew from the moment you smiled at me that there would be no life without you in it. I want you dirty, bloody, sweaty, full of batter and all.” 

The tears just started falling down your face. “This is the most you’ve ever talked to me.” 

Pope walked from the kitchen to the entry way where you stood.  “It’s the only way you would listen.”

He engulfed you in his arms and rested his cheek on top of your head. “You’re mine.”

And his, you were. What was once a far away dream had become a reality. You and Pope were a couple, an exclusive one at that. Janine was not happy one bit. The eldest son she had the most control of was now pussy drunk on some biker trash. (Her words not mine… lol) Pope’s clothes started filling up your closets and drawers and it went the same way at his house. This carried on for months! Pope would visit the cafe and Strip Joint, depending on where you were at that moment. Pope craved you to the point that he pulled you into the closest room and took you then and there. He kept you on your toes and you kept him on his. Nine months flew by in a blink of an eye and little Lena Blackwell was born. When you and Pope went to see little Lena, he looked like he had seen the world. Catherine just stared at the man and there you were once again looking from the outside in.

You bit your tongue the best you could. Catherine had the man, the ring and the baby and still chose to look at Pope like she expected him to wait for her. You hated that ugly feeling developing in the pit of your stomach. 

“Do you still love her?” You saw Pope freeze from whatever he was doing in the back of you as you were taking off the makeup from the day at your vanity.  

“No.”

You didn’t say anything back. You just continued to do what you were doing. You never brought it up again, just left it as it is. Though, Pope had a secret that might destroy the two of you. He held it in as long as he could because there wasn’t a life he could think of that didn’t have you, (Y/N) Teller, in it. It had been a moment of weakness. You were in Charming dealing with club activities that your brother needed help with. Baz was in Mexico, we all know for what… or who. Catherine was in her feelings dealing with Baz and his ever changing attitude. So she went with the next best option… just this one time. It was during a house party when Catherine made her move. Pope was drunk. It was a once in a blue moon occurrence since the man cut back on drinking due to your demands and the fact it happened when you or Baz weren’t here meant it was a sign. 

Catherine felt powerful in that moment. She was riding the man who would have moved mountains for her. Pope paid attention to her changed body and kissed every inch of her. He was a little sloppy due to intoxication but she didn’t care. She loved the attention and she especially loved the feeling of being wanted. Pope was no Baz, but he felt good nonetheless. He was sluggishly thrusting in her when Pope whispered your name and Catherine’s blood went cold as he finished in the condom before pulling out of her. He was out like a light, the moment his head hit the pillow. Her release never came, guilt filled her system where her pleasure once was. What was she honestly doing??? Catherine was in Pope’s room of the house and there were pictures of you two together. She wasn’t going to lie and say she wasn’t jealous. You and Pope seemed happier than her and Baz. Even Janine at some point mentioned having you as a daughter in law didn’t seem too bad because of the life you lived. Catherine hated you. For coming into their lives, for taking Pope away from her, for welcoming their illegal activities and just having your existence here in the house. She knew this wouldn’t happen again so she laid next to Pope and just soaked up his presence. When the morning comes she’ll deal with the consequences.

Pope woke up with the world spinning. He was naked in his bed, a condom was still on his soften dick, the sky was blue and there was someone in bed with him. Before he completely shifted over he noticed those familiar brown locks. No. No. No. No. Catherine was naked under the covers. Fuck. Pope groaned as he was getting up from the bed, his whole body was aching. 

“Catherine, wake up.”

The woman grumbled out words before going back to sleep. Pope just stared in disbelief. Once upon a time this would’ve made him the happiest man alive. Where the first girl he ever loved finally chose him over his adopted brother. Even Pope knew Catherine wouldn’t leave Baz. She had her claws dug into that man, maybe not enough to stop him from stepping out on her but enough to know that he came home to her. 

Now he has you. You were everything he’s ever wanted. Someone who loved even the broken pieces of him. Someone who helped him through his emotions, understood his actions and needs, even helped him and his family through their illegal activities.

 “I’m a gun for hire Andrew. It’s what I do but I won’t have a trail leading to the club. You can keep my cut or give it to Janine or whatever, I don’t want it. I just want you to be safe.”

Poor knew he betrayed you in the worst way possible. Despite not vocalizing how you feel about Catherine he knew you like the back of his hand. Despite loving him there would always be a part of you that won’t trust him because there was no way you let go of your first love like that. He didn’t want to tell you. He didn’t want to lose you but the longer he held the secret the more the guilt grew. 

Catherine and Pope were on the same page about keeping quiet about what happened. Catherine didn’t want Baz to know and Pope didn’t want you to know. He kept his distance away from her and stuck by you like glue. He didn’t want to lose you. He loved you too much to lose you over something he had no control over. You were quick to notice that Pope started taking you more often. You teased and said he had a never ending hunger but you’d do your best to scratch that itch. He fucked you in every place imaginable at work, in his jeep, every furniture surface at home, hell even in public. He just needed to be as close as possible to you. You didn’t know the reason behind his actions but you weren’t complaining at this moment, because only Andrew Cody could fuck you this good. 

You were making Lena’s birthday cake for her 3rd birthday party happening this weekend. Despite hating her mother she actually really loved the little girl. Occasionally, Catherine would need someone to watch Lena and you were quick to offer your assistance. Baz rarely lifted a hand when it came to raising Lena so Catherine was left to do everything alone. You honestly felt bad. Yes she was a bitch but she was a struggling bitch right now and that wasn’t a fair fight. So you took on taking care of Lena too. Pope was happy to have his niece around your condo but he was always quick to disappear the moment Catherine came to pick her up. You knew something happened between the two. You felt it in every fiber of your being but you refused to believe it considering you’ve been with Pope for years already. He would tell you if something happened… right?

Speaking of holding a secret. You had a secret of your own. A happy secret if you must. Lena and you had a pizza and movie night. Were you sure a three year old can have pizza… no? But it was the clearest word in her vocabulary at the moment.

“Alright Lena cakes, what do you want for dinner today?”

“Pizza! Pizza!” She giggled.

“Pizza it is, sweet girl.”

You called in the order and it was delivered to your door within twenty minutes. Lena was jumping with joy and heading to her high chair. Yes this girl knew the drill. You opened the box and the smell of the sauce made your stomach turn. You pushed through it to get a slice of piece for Lena but the urge became too strong. You barely made it to the sink before you emptied your stomach. 

“Ti-Ti?” 

“I’m here Lena Cakes..” you groaned in your forearm. “I’m okay. Just feeling sick.” 

You rinsed yourself and washed your hands and gave Lena her little slices of pizza. She didn’t need a hangry child on top of her feeling sick. Wait….. the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. No way? 

“Lena I’m going to drag you to the hall okay. Try not to jump out or anything.” You knew she didn’t completely understand but you were panicking and couldn’t think straight. You also couldn’t leave a three year old unattended and Pope was out with his family doing some heist. So out went that option. 

So poor Lena was sitting in her high chair in the hall while you had the restroom door open. You were following the first rule Catherine told you, don’t take your eyes off Lena. She just never specified how. Look, you were trying okay. You were finally taking the test. The little plastic stick that would change your life forever. Every fiber of your being hoped it was positive. A miniature you or Andrew running around the house sounded like a beautiful sight . The image of your mom being excited again for a grandchild just like when everyone found out about Able. What once seemed like a far away dream was now within arms reach and you were happy for it. And sure enough, when you turned over the test in bright bold letters it said it was positive.

Though the excitement didn’t last long as Deran blew up your phone. Multiple calls and text messages were coming through and it worried you.

“Hello? Deran, what happened? Are you okay?”

“He got caught (N/N). He’s being sent to prison. W-We had a slip up in the heist and Pope took the fall.” In fact whatever happiness you felt before just completely disappeared. Deran was still filling you in on what happened through the phone but your head was somewhere else. 

“Where is he?”

“Folsom State Prison.” That’s all you needed. You hung up and headed to that god forsaken place. 

You’ve been there a time or two. When one of the Sons ended up behind bars for a petty crime. Luckily with the attorney you had on retainer the crimes didn’t stick longer than a year, sometimes even less if the attorney played his cards right. For that you were forever thankful for him. As you imagined, Pope wasn’t fairing well. Being stuck in the orange jumpsuit and separated by a glass wasn’t something someone dreamed about, so you understood his state. You picked up the phone and he did the same. His hazel eyes never leaving your own colored hues. 

“Andrew, are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need anything?”

“I…. I need to tell you something.” The feel of dread was gnawing at your heart because you already knew whatever he had to say, it was nothing good. Your body anticipated it before you actually knew. You stayed silent but made sure you kept your attention on him. 

“I held it in for as long as I could.” His voice went hoarse due to his lack of composure. “I didn’t want to lose you. I don’t know how long I’m going to be here. It’s probably  the worst time to say anything but I couldn’t do it anymore.”

“Just spit it out.”

“I slept with Catherine.” Despite feeling like weight had been lifted off his shoulders, the second those words came out, Pope saw the light in your eyes die out. Your body didn’t move an inch, the phone that was connected to the wall still resting by your ear. 

You were not about to cry in front of this man. Your gaze hardened and you just glared.  “I’ve stood by you through everything Andrew. I supported you, I loved you. I never asked you to change. But it was always Catherine Belen for you huh… you know what Pope Fuck you. I hope she visits you in here so you can get your fucking wet fantasy filled. I’m leaving.”

Pope closed his eyes and let every sharp word stab at him. He gripped the phone that was still in his hand he held against his ear. The loud slam of the other phone could be heard even through the proxy glass. He deserved this. He wasn’t a good person and he knew he didn’t deserve you. When he opened his eyes again, he was just staring at the empty space you left. His heart was screaming in pain though his face never showed it. 

“Time to go back, Cody.” The guard shouted.

Pope was hesitant to put up the phone. He didn’t want to let go of the last shred of you. 

“Alright let’s go.” The guard grabbed and just about dragged him away from the seat. Little did he know that was the last time he saw you. 

(I’m going to write in more detail about the timeskip)

 Three years later, Joshua “J” Cody was sitting in the kitchen in the Cody Household. Deran, Craig and Baz were all at the table eating uncomfortably with the new addition. J was still getting used to living with his uncles and grandma though that itself was a hurdle that was hard to cross. In soft whispers a certain name kept popping up here and there. Curiosity got the better of the boy when he openly asked “Who is (Y/N)?” 

The whole kitchen went silent and all eyes were on him. Baz shifted in his seat and coughed in his hands. Craig looked everywhere but at J. Even Janine let out a grumble or so, but Deran looked straight at his nephew with a large smirk “Oh that's a whole story right there.” 

Preview of what’s to come. :) <3 Baby Cody coming soon! Congratulations you guys lol

I hope you enjoy the prologue! More to come soon!

[roseazura]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐥𝐥

𝗟𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗔𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 – 𝗥𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼�� 𝗭𝗼𝗿𝗼

Summary: Although the goal of a guardian is to ensure the safety of his protégés, which he did wonderfully, sometimes he, deep down, wanted a break.

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Comfort.

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Reader.

Warnings: Pure fluff, maybe a little overthinking, established relationship, no mention of (Y/N).

Words count: 3.7k

Spanish version

A/N: Hello there! This is the first mini-story published so I hope you enjoy it. I did my best to portray the beloved Zoro in the best possible way, there is also a good chance that there will be more content about him here. It should also be noted that English is not my native language, so please forgive any errors. Have a good read!

A guardian, in its essence, is a person in charge of protecting, watching over or taking care of something or someone. For Zoro, it was something that went far beyond simple protection or surveillance, for him a guardian was someone who defended with skill and honor, a figure who stood firm, sword in hand, ready to face any threat that approached. A guardian represented an insurmountable barrier between danger and those who depended on his protection.

For that reason, when the veil of midnight was approaching and the sea swallowed every trace of light that did not belong to that of the moon, accompanied by the symphony of the whistling of the wind passing between the sails and the waves crashing against the ship, causing it to emit some creaks and squeaks, at that moment, Zoro took the position of night lookout to make sure that, while the others rested, the Merry was safe.

After years of training and a lot of experience, his vision had become as sharp as his swords, allowing him to have a better view when the light was practically low, like now. Credit was also given to his Observation Haki, of course, but his physical capabilities were also notable.

In the silent night, standing behind the railing of the Crow's Nest and with one of his hands resting on the handle of one of his swords, his state of wakefulness served to distract him, there was not much to do when you were the only one awake in the middle of the night and with the sole objective of being alert in case something bad happened. He did not want to call a bad omen, much less put the crew at risk, but on many occasions, he sometimes had the slight desire for something to happen, something that would make him fill himself with adrenaline and give meaning to his sleepless nights. Something that would give meaning to his role as guardian.

However, in another corner of his mind and perhaps his heart, he also wished he could take the place of any of the crew, whether it was Luffy to just sneak into the kitchen in the middle of the night to try his luck that the Stupid Cook hadn't locked the fridge with padlocks, or even Nami to sleep in peace without worrying about the scandalous companions she shared the ship with. Any of them, except the Cook, he wasn't that desperate either, but he would be any of them for just one night so he could rest.

Resting was not a concept he was used to, since he was a child he had been in constant movement, either training or traveling from one place to the other in his old job as a Pirate Hunter, so danger and adrenaline had always been part of his daily life. Now, as a young man, the idea of taking a break was almost like a joke, an impossibility, as much as he wanted to do it, something in himself wouldn't allow it, as if he were failing his code as a swordsman and guardian.

Like he was failing himself.

Zoro sighed, what was he doing thinking about that kind of thing? Without a doubt, being alone at night took its toll on the mind; too much time in silence made thoughts stir like bees in a honeycomb. Although soon his solitude was interrupted by the creaking of the mast that supported the Crow's Nest, as if something, or rather, someone, was climbing up it. He didn't have to think as hard to assume who it was, and he couldn't help the slight upward curl at the corner of his lips.

"Nothing interesting tonight?" your voice came before your figure until your head peeked out of the trapdoor of the Crow's Nest, flashing a smile at the swordsman.

"You say it as if there had been something interesting the previous nights," Zoro snorted, which made you giggle as you finished climbing the Crow's Nest, walking towards him, “Can't you sleep?”

You shook your head once you reached his side, leaning your torso forward to rest your weight on your forearms on the railing, "I took a nap in the afternoon, I guess that gave me enough rest to have energy now.”

Zoro hummed in response and a comfortable silence continued, now not only could he hear the soft salt breeze and the waves but also your calm breathing, which made him feel calmer, accompanied.

He didn't know when he had become so accustomed to your presence, he was only aware of it when he was able to relax his guard being with you, when his mind was completely calm and his body was relieved from just having you close. At first he believed that you had some special gift with the ability to calm those around you, but over time he learned that it was just your effect on him.

"The night is beautiful, don't you think? The advantage of being in the open sea is that it gives us more visibility of the stars," you broke the silence but your voice was not abrupt, tranquility flowed from it with the same fluidity of your words, "You're lucky, you can see this every night, although surely for you it must already be something vain.”

Zoro clicked his tongue with a sly smile, shaking his head and then looked up at the stars. Indeed, that night the stars shone brighter due to the lack of nearby lighting, but if it had not been mentioned before, he would not have given it any importance.

"Something like that, I just don't pay much attention to it, I must be focused on other things beyond the sky." With that said, he lowered his gaze towards the horizon again, continuing with his task.

Unaware of it, you looked at him, Zoro always looking like the formidable warrior he was, ready for battle and prepared to defend the crew if necessary. Strength, bravery and loyalty, that was what he constantly demonstrated. However, you saw and noticed beyond that face, beyond what he exhibited to the world.

Even the strongest person deserved to rest, no matter how unwavering they might appear, tranquility was always necessary to strengthen themselves and continue with their daily tasks. In the face of exhaustion, a break to revitalize those energies, to continue living.

In addition to being extremely strong and capable, Zoro was extremely stubborn and proud. For him, he would go first into battle even though he was seriously injured, rather than wait to heal while the others fought for him, while putting themselves in danger. He was admirable, of course, and it was one of the qualities that had fascinated you the most from the first moment you met him, but in many cases you wanted to be able to intercept all that warrior spirit and make him see that rest was also part of the greatness of the strenght.

There he was, dignified and rigid in the middle of the night, watching while everyone else slept with the goal of keeping them safe, even though it sacrificed his necessary hours of sleep. He was incredible, that was more than a fact, and although his face remained serene and handsome as always, you noticed those details that betrayed his fatigue, such as the subtle darkened rings under his eyes, his lowered eyelids and glassy eyes, as well as his slower and heavier blinks, and the way he moved his shoulders every so often in an attempt to change his position to stay alert. Without a doubt, Zoro needed to rest.

"Did you learn to sleep with your eyes open or are you not even trying to hide the fact that you're staring at me anymore?”

His raspy voice brought you out of your thoughts, more like a daydream, which caused you to quickly change the direction of your gaze, thereby preventing him from noticing the blush on your cheeks at first glance, although from the chuckles you managed to hear from him you knew that he had noticed it anyway. No matter how long you had been together, it was still hard not to be embarrassed by your infatuation with him.

"I think I stopped giving importance to hiding since we were clear about what we felt, I don't see any more sense in doing it, don't you think?" Despite the shame because he caught you, the situation was comical in itself, so why not respond with the same grace.

He hummed in response and his lips curved into a smile, "You're right, I don't mind you staring at me either, I can find it flattering even, as long as you don't do it in the middle of a fight or you'll be in trouble for being distracted." He continued, earning more laughter from you.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll save my moments of admiring your face for when we're alone, and anyway, even if I'm distracted by your blinding beauty, I know you'll have my back covered." With a playful smile, you gently nudged his arm, which spread his smile.

Moments like this were treasured by both of you, due to your lifestyle, tranquility was something that was in short supply in those days, so being able to enjoy some time alone, without much to worry about other than responding to the other's teasing comments with something equally intelligent and playful, was truly sacred.

But as much as you enjoyed being by his side, under the cover of night and on a calm sea, there was something that flooded your heart since you could notice it, a feeling that was the main motivation for you to stay awake that night.

Cautiously you stood up and put your hands on his shoulders, applying a little pressure to notice how tense his muscles were, a symbol of tiredness and, at the same time, a way to stay awake. He shuddered at the touch, but he let you be, to which you continued to massage his muscles with delicacy and precision, which brought sighs of relief from him.

"You need to rest, you know that?" You whispered as your hands moved almost expertly over his shoulders. Zoro sighed and called your name tiredly, knowing what you were going for, but you interrupted him, "Yes, I know it's your duty to keep an eye out during the night in case something happens, I really appreciate your effort because it's how you protect us, but don't you think it's time for you to take a break?”

Of course he thought about it, more than once since the weight of his sleepless nights and few hours of sleep during the day became more intense, especially when with each hour the night drew closer and, with that, his job as a watchman. But he would never admit his needs, nor would he complain about his role, he should not show that weakness, who would they trust if he weakened with something as simple as guarding?

"It's not that easy, love," his voice, even when raspy and lower with exhaustion, remained soft towards you, without a hint of reprimand.

"I know it’s not, big guy, after all you're the one in charge of protecting us, which is a pretty tough job considering we're trouble magnets sometimes," that comment made him laugh softly, which made you smile wider, he was more relaxed, "but thinking about yourself and your needs from time to time doesn't make you selfish, rather it helps you stay strong, both for yourself and for us, and that's a good thing, right?”

When Zoro did not respond instantly it was because he was meditating on your words, a skill that you could proudly boast of which consisted of making that huge and stubborn man pay attention to you, or at least listen to you, even if your thoughts did not coincide with his at that moment. Maybe it could also be due to the analgesic effect that your massages were having on his body and mind.

"You are always looking out for us, Zo, you are the first to jump into the fight when one of us is in danger and the last to abandon it until you see us all safe. That is admirable, very honorable such a swordsman." Your massages continued at the same time that your words flowed with affection and warmth, wanting to make your intentions clear, "I trust you blindly, if you are in the equation, I know that I will be fine, and for that reason, I want you to be well too and with your needs taken care of.”

Zoro listened to your words, he really listened to them, he let them flood his mind and hug his heart so that the feeling reached his soul. He knew that you cared about him, more than he would have thought anyone could care about him, so it felt comforting and good to have that kind of unconditional love and support. After all, he felt the same way about you, he would give anything to see you safe, happy and at peace.

However, although he wished that he could let himself be carried away by your sweet words, that he could give himself the rest that his body and mind had been crying out for for a long time, within him there was still that sense of honor and savior complex that required him to stay awake and alert, far beyond any shred of basic need that his body demanded of him. If he gave in to his tiredness and something bad happened, if he put the crew at risk, if he put you at risk, he would never be able to forgive himself.

Sensing his hesitation, you stopped massaging his shoulders and instead turned him around so he could look at you. Face to face, you smiled fondly at him and brought your hands to his cheeks, caressing them with your thumbs.

"Nothing will happen if you take this night to rest, you can't lie to me, you know very well that you need it," your voice was like a balm for his insecurities, something that had always managed to calm him, "You are human, my love, an extraordinarily strong and skilled one, but you feel and need like anyone else, and you deserve to rest.”

Zoro watched you in silence, letting your words walk him from head to toe, and he only dedicated himself to admiring you. You were so gentle with him, with so much dedication to giving him that much-needed break, with so much concern for his well-being that you made his heart go crazy and hurt at the same time. What had he done to be in the care of an angel? He had spent much of his existence on the rustic side of life, dedicating himself every day to getting stronger, alone, and now he had someone by his side who would give anything to see him healthy, stable, happy.

He loved your eyes, of course he had rarely said it out loud, but they had a charm that left him breathless, they seemed to shine every time they saw him and that caused a warm feeling in his chest. He used to get lost often, but your eyes were like two lighthouses that guided him to you, every time he looked at them only you and him existed and mattered, and he could never have been more grateful to have that pair of stars in his life.

"Plus, I bet Mihawk takes his breaks from time to time too," your gaze took on a mischievous glint, making him chuckle, "To have gotten to that position, he definitely had to take a break… And drink a lot of wine, but we can skip that last part for now.”

Zoro continued to chuckle as he shook his head, amused by the way you were trying to convince him to go to sleep. Honestly, he admired your persuasion and perseverance, although deep down he also reproached the ease you had in reaching his heart. After a defeated sigh, he closed his eyes and leaned towards you, pressing his forehead to yours as his hands found your waist, which he caressed with his thumbs. You smiled and enjoyed the moment, raising your hands to his hair to caress it.

"You are very persistent, you know that?" He smiled still without opening his eyes, to which you giggled, finding his comment funny.

"I know, if I weren't we wouldn't be here, don't you think? And considering you're as stubborn as a century-old oak, I'd better be.”

Laughing in unison, he pulled you close to him with gentle firmness and brought your lips together, savoring the sensation that washed over him every time he kissed you. If your voice was a balm, your lips were an elixir, more delicious and addictive than any Sake he had ever had in his life, and of which he would never tire of trying. Of course you followed the kiss with all the enthusiasm there was, losing yourself in the moment shared with the man you loved most in the world.

As you separated, Zoro left another short and chaste kiss, somewhat reluctant to having to move away from your lips, which made you smile, and soon you opened your eyes, taking a little more distance between both faces to look at each other better.

"We can't leave the Merry without a watchman and I doubt any of the others will be awake or willing to wake up." He reasoned, although more resigned to the idea of going after his break, which was a good sign.

"I'll stay, and before you protest! You know perfectly well that I'm capable of taking care of myself, the Merry, and you guys, it won't be a problem for me." You assured with a smile, now noticing the indecision in your lover's eyes, worried. Your smile turned into a tenderly one and you leaned towards him to place a kiss on the tip of his nose, "I'll be fine, my dear Zoro, just as you would do anything to keep us safe, I would do anything to make you okay, completely okay.”

And there you were, with that ability to make him fall at your feet with just one look and to feel like a teenager in love just by hearing your voice, by just hearing you call him “my dear.” What had you done to him? It seemed even comical at some point, but love was as mysterious as many of the waters they still had to explore.

With another resigned sigh, which seemed more like a defeated snort, he nodded slowly, finally convinced, "Very well, I will listen to you, but only if you promise that if something happens or you suspect something is off, anything, you will wake me up.”

You nodded, with an inner pride that he easily identified in your eyes by the way that shone. Adorable, he thought, only you could be happy about something as basic as him prioritizing himself over the crew.

"I promise, love, although you'll see that you will have a long, restful sleep until morning." You assured confidently and placed your pinky at the level of his eyes, to which he, after raising one of his eyebrows in surprise and letting out an incredulous chuckle, intertwined his own pinky with yours.

You decided to accompany Zoro to the cabin you shared, both to make sure that he was, in fact, resting, and to keep him company until he fell into the world of dreams that he had not had the luxury of enjoying for a long time. When Zoro was ready and under the covers, you sat next to him on the edge of the bed, gently caressing his strands in a way to make him succumb to sleep more easily.

"It's not fair that you have so much power over me, it's dangerous." He whispered, sleepy and with his eyes closed, which made you smile softly and you leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"I consider it more than fair, big guy, especially since you have the same power over me." With that answer, he grinded, satisfied.

When minutes passed in silence and Zoro's breathing became slower, you assumed that he had finally fallen asleep, and you devoted yourself to watching him, admiring how good he looked. His features and muscles relaxed, his chest rising and falling calmly, his hands extended without being gripped on the handle of a sword. He looked at peace, calm, resting, like he so deserved to be, and like you were always going to want to see him after so much having been together.

About to leave his side to let him sleep and take his position guarding, a whisper of your name made you stop, returning your attention to him.

"Thank you for this, for everything, you don't know how much good you do me." He recited sleepily but sincerely, and when you thought your heart would explode from so much love, he finished: "I love you, baby."

In that moment, your heart accelerated at the same time that your chest warmed, as did your cheeks, trying to process the happiness, tenderness and love that invaded you thanks to such words full of feelings. Oh, you undoubtedly loved that man with every breath that left your lungs and with every beat of your heart, and that would continue to be so as long as life allowed you to.

With one last kiss on his cheek, you whispered, "My pleasure, my love, thank you for staying strong and being here. I love you with all my heart, my guardian."

With your mission accomplished and your heart satisfied, you went to complete your new goal, the smile never leaving your face for what you had just achieved.

A guardian is known for their strength and dedication, able to give their life for those they have sworn to protect, but at the same time now allowing themselves to be guarded. The guardian, in their turn to be cared for, is like an ancient oak that rests among younger trees to recover and renew itself. Without losing their essence as a protector, they accept the support of those around them, trusting that their rest and recovery strengthen their ability to protect in the future.

Because in the end, everyone deserves to be protected as much as they protect, everyone deserves to have someone who cares about their well-being and ensures their safety and stability. Being a guardian does not inhibit you from feeling, from needing, from being vulnerable. They, as well as their protégés, deserve to be valued, remembered and deserving of affection and rest, and that does not take away the weight of their role as protector, much less the greatness of their strength.

[artemismoorea03]

Ink Sans: *Minding his own business in the Doodle Sphere when six new AU's suddenly spawn in all at once.* . . .? What is happening?

Ari: *Is still on Hiatus for the most part and is going stir crazy so they keep making complete Undertale AU's.* THE VOICES

These are my sons and I love them all so much. I would die for all of them. (Reference by Babb_pic)

Their eyes are normally white but I wanted to show of their magic colors. The only exception is Ghost who has super pale blue eyes.

From left to right -

Moon: Is from an AU called GuardianTale. He's a rather shy and fearful Sans who is the guardian of the Moon in his AU while his brother Papyrus is the Guardian of the sun. His magic is a deep blue color. In his AU the biggest threat is Asriel! Moon is 5'9"

Crow: (Transgender FtM) Comes from an AU called UnderWing. He is outgoing and friendly. He is the middle child who is being raised by his brother Raven (Gaster) aside their younger brother Magpie (Papyrus). In this AU he and Raven are part of a rebellion against Toriel and Mouse (Frisk). They have a special ally on their side named Wolf (Chara) who is helping them though, so things are looking up. Crow is also in a relationship with Grillby from his AU. His magic is gold! Crow is 5'6"

Zydrate: I could tell you about Zydrate but for anybody who reads mine and @stellaraineart 's Undertale x DP fic "Into The Phantomverse" will be spoiled so I'm not going to tell you much. What I can say is that he is a Royal Guard and is very good at his job. Zydrate is 4'11"

Ghost: (Transgender FTM) Ghost comes from an AU called HauntedTale. He is a pretty shy and quiet Sans and is considered 'lazy and depressed' by those who don't know him well. In his AU he has no relation to Gaster though Gaster goes out of his way to imply that they're related as a way to mess with him. His eyes are stained blue due to a glitch in his code which is also responsible for his magic and abilities. Out of all six AU's - Ghost has the highest LV due to what caused said glitch which has made him an outcast to the rest of the Underground with the exception of Grillby, Gaster, Papyrus, Chara and Frisk (though the humans avoid him as much as they can). Ghost is 5'2" and his magic is icey blue.

Shadow: Shadow comes from my newest AU - SilentTale which is also easily the scariest AU I have. Shadow is selectively mute and speaks using sign language, mostly because it's one of the things required in certain areas of SilentTale if a person wants to survive. Shadow is protective, hard working, and brave though he's also easily flustered. The most interesting thing about Shadow though is the fact that he is missing his left leg up to his knee and the prosthetic he had makes an audible "click" when he walks so as a result he teleports everywhere he goes unless he is absolutely certain that it's safe and even then he moves as silently as possible. His magic is vibrant purple.

Finally there's Chance: (Transgender FtM) From ChanceTale! This is one of the softer AU's and is very close to a "Classic" Timeline with the exception of a few details. He's pretty tired and lazy a lot of the time but he is much more protective than he seems. His Chara and Frisk are siblings who got stuck in the underground together and due to events that play out in their timeline they end up living with Chance and his brother instead of Toriel. His magic is teal!

Anyways! I just wanted to share my little guys! If you guys want to know more let me know, I would love to talk about any of these AU's!

[ummmuhhidk]

ooh tag game

(get to know your mutuals thing) thank you @watertankafternoon :)

what's the origin of your username? i didnt know what to put as my username because all the ones i tried were taken and entered this outta anger. and voila

OTP(s) + shipname: funny you ask that! i am never telling you

favorite colour: green :) (specifically like a teal-ish aquamarine-ish sorta thing. #97f0e5 is close i think)

songs stuck in my head: oh man oh man. theres a couple:

- "The Ultimate Sandwich" by Ninja Sex Party (about a man who harbors perverse sexual lust for a sandwich)

- "Instrument of Surrender" by Sea Power (disco elysium ost fucks hard as hell)

- tsurupettan (i was listening to the umineko ost)

- “D/N/A” by Azari (ive associated it w something so whenever i hear it i think of that thing. but also its suuuuuch a good song)

weirdest habit/trait: probably hiding everything ever from everyone until im sure they wont hate me (i manipulated a friend into mentioning she liked a show to me by reading the whole book series the show was based on. why am i dancing around saying it goddamnit its sherlock i read all of the sherlock holmes stories in 8th grade every last one so my friend saw me reading them and would mention bbc sherlock so i could have an excuse to watch it. im very normal)

hobbies: playing video games, reading, collecting things (crow behavior, i know), coding (sometimes), Knowing Stuff (psychology specifically), thinking about morality and ethics and all that stuff because its fun! :)

if you work, what's your profession? fighting for my life out here in the education system

if you could have any job you wish what would you have? hmmmm this is a hard one, ideally id have none because depression but maybe a software engineer? i like coding things :) ahh also a psychologist would be cool! OH WAIT ALSO maybe beekeeper :)

something you're good at: comic relief i would hope, though with a lot of tasks i am reduced to a bumbling fucking idiot. also maybe debating some certain topics ?? but only certain ones

something you hate: man i dunno. i dont feel that kind of hate in my heart. except for when i do but i dunno. uhh OH people who get overly angry at niche and completely useless discourse. like stop it. go frolic in a field or whatever leave me alone

something you collect: a lotta fuckin things, currently im into 100%ing a buncha games. also i wanna work on a living shiny dex in pokemon but that takes so long... ah well

something you forget: birthdays, uhhhmmm. uhhhh. many other things

favorite movies/shows: UHHH UMM UHHHHHH im rly secretive about this stuff on main. dunno why. just am. anyways um mayyyyybe uhhhhhhh sorry im scared. i just dont say this stuff man idk

favorite food: i dunno. sugar is good? corndogs are also very good? i forget what other answers i could have to this

favorite animal: cats and penguins :)

what were you like as a child? during all of elementary school i was all like. i was the sort of autistic kid who was "an old soul" or "mature for their age" (im really into higurashi right now so i wanna compare myself at that time to rika furude). anyways the first day i got to middle school i was wayyy less shy (and could now swear!) and yeah nothin much changed since.

favorite subject in school: chemistry (10th grade), easiest A ive ever gotten. literally had like 98-100% percent in class damn near always

least favorite subject: PE and english (massive vocabulary, canNOT write any assignments for shit)

what's your best character trait? the consistency of my "fuck it we ball" mentality

what's your worst character trait? the consistency of my "fuck it we ball" mentality

if you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? make me able to shapeshift. or give me a billion dollars i guess that works too

if you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? dont know :(

@ fuckin anyone. have fun w it !!!!! participate to your hearts content!!!!

[delphiniumarchangelmoon]

Oh god which one.

Okay let’s go too 3 stories least actual evidence to most actual evidence

Story 1: The Gate

so I went to an elementary school with the playground and sports field directly behind the actual buildings, and that field area was surrounded on the remaining 3 sides by forest. Let me get a diagram actually it’ll be easier

So essentially the trail leading off the top gate was where a lot of kids walked to school, including my best friend. That area of the forest and the field next to it were well explored, we hung out in there all the time.

The right gate, circled in pink, no one ever went in because it didn’t go anywhere. There was no trail in that half of the forest, it was overrun by blackberries, and if you did get through it you’d just end up behind grocery store.

So no one ever paid it any mind, we figured it was some sort of safety code to have two exits in every fence of something.

Until I was out if elementary school and me and my best friend were hanging out on the playground on a Saturday. And we decided to go in the unused gate, just to see what was over there.

Now the important things to realize are:

that entire side of the fence had all sorts of branches and vines coming through the other side, like the vegetation was pushed right up to the fence, bursting out. You could not see in, it was densely packed.

And no matter where you are in town you can hear cars. The freeway literally goes over the middle of torn and by going through this gate we’d be going towards it. And not only that, from our location on the track we could hear birds in the trees.

So we enter.

And it’s silent. No birds. No animals. No cars. Despite us getting ten feet closer to the road, the sound was gone.

And there’s very little under growth. So naturally I turn and look at the fence, expecting yo see a cluster of vegetation searching for sunlight through the chain link fence.

There’s nothing. You can see right through it. There’s no plants up against the fence at all.

And in front of us?

Think trees, stripped of vegetation, bent over into concentric archways leading deeper into the woods, getting smaller each time.

Now, I had a hyperfixation on fae as a child and knew what we were looking at was a fucking trap.

So we turned around and fucking booked it back to her house and never went back. And later the whole thing got mowed down to build a hospital.

Story 2: the ghost in my laundry room

In middle school I tried to deal with my older neighbor (who had introduced me to witchcraft) abandoning me for her older, cooler friends by starting up a witch coven with my own friends.

It was a bad idea primarily because my friends in middle school were fucking awful. Manipulative greedy gaslight gatekeep girl boss type shit and I very quickly lost control of the group to the meanest girl we had who had no idea what she was doing, was really gullible, and was edgy enough to cut steel with her vibes.

She also, as it turned out, was a supernatural trouble magnet.

Do one day we were doing some sort of ritual in my laundry room, nothing dangerous, I think it was supposed to be a dedication ritual. But we were not supposed to be lighting shit on fire in my house, which this absolutely involved.

And we nearly got caught and had to a band on the whole thing hastily, which again, wouldn’t have been THAT big of a deal… except there was an ornery spirit hanging around my friend (she was a magnet for it, I don’t know if they fed off her or if she did something to cause it but they were just. There) and it got caught up in the ritual circle when I improperly closed it.

And it decided the best way to inform me if this was to give me repeated nightmares about choking me to death in the laundry room until I concocted a banishing method that essentially greased it up and shoved it out of the space.

And story number 3: the crows

So, many years passed between my middle school misdemeanors and this next story, I was well out of school at this point and far more capable of dealing with this kind of thing (and also I no longer has to worry about my mom taking away my fire starting tools, in fact she thinks my practice is cool and has participated in a ritual before!)

I was out on a piece of property my grandfather left to us when he died, he lived there for many years in a trailer.

And there’s one section of the property I’ve never felt fully comfortable in, the area… hold on I’m making another diagram this is really hard to explain

So the area over the creek just always felt weird to me, we never spent any time over there, it was full of brush, a huge anthill, and a creepy old tree my dad calls the “spider tree” and I just. Never felt welcome.

But I decided that I wanted to take my divination equipment (pendulum, oracle cards, etc) over there and just. See what happened. I didn’t go super far, just the pink dot.

Well it… I’m not going to say it was a bad idea but it also wasn’t a good one.

Essentially my equipment was functioning a little off, answers weren’t coming in quite clear, and then the crows showed up.

Crows in that area aren’t as common as you might expect actually. Especially in that extant spot, where we have multiple owl families and hawks living in close proximity. We just don’t flare them on the property very often.

But now there was one, screaming up a storm right above me. Then two. Then three. Non stop screaming in the trees directly above me.

So I got up and left.

And the crows followed.

They followed me until I crossed the bridge (the diagram doesn’t do it justice it was a good three minutes of walking with the crows following tree to tree to stay directly above my head)

And then they just. Left.

I really don’t know what to make of it because it’s a small area, it goes right up to our neighbors fence and I have no real issues skirting the edge of it but the center feels eerie and unwelcoming and it’s not like I’ve done anything to warrant that and I’m moving over there soon and I’d like to get on good terms with whatever it is but I just do not have any info.

rb for more sample size ✌ and if you had one please tell me in the tags. I'm very curious

[littlestar-center]

~☆ENJOY YOUR STAY!☆~

Welcome to the LittleStar Center(2008)! Our lovely cast of friends are here at your every service, Kiddo! Ask us anything and you shall receive an answer!

Hello! I’m @callmeend ! And this is my Dandy’s World AU (technically) Where someone that saw the downfall of the Gardenview and went “Wait, why don’t I just make my OWN?” ..

I’ll try to make my own animations to post to this blog! I’ll also try to make art for asks!

LAST UPDATE: April 29th!

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Little Star ~ well whadda think? Anything Little Star related!

☆You’ve got Mail!☆ ~Asks to deliver!

☆Lost Mail…☆ ~Skipped asks :(

☆Keep this In mind☆ ~Semi interesting stuff that could definitely help you in the future

☆Lore☆ - …?

☆Video-Gif☆ ~Me struggling to make anything that happens to not be a still

☆Hall of Art☆ ~(Reusing this from my main) Art!

☆Event Asks☆ ~ Events created by Askers!

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The Current characters you can talk to are..

(You can also talk to The Narrator!) You can also talk to Sunny, Though, he might not respond.

(Every 5 unanswered/skipped asks you will be blessed with the truth..)

Quick rundown for new comers except I’m not serious as I should be (autism)

Artesia ☀︎- She is a shy artist (at least she’s told) that carries around a small sketchbook and draws the most eye catching things she notices. Drawing is her everything! She is an easy target and very gullible, often having trouble standing up for herself.

Jack ☀︎- A trickster and has the confidence of a God, oftentimes pulling pranks on the others around him, despite being pretty rude and rough apon first meeting, he’d soften up if you give him a chance, probably has the energy and humor of a middle schooler with great (inappropriate) music taste. Even the most beloved creators has a horrible creation and it’s him.

Cambina - Watches carefully over everyone’s moves, is really vague and will most likely leave you in a state of overthinking. She just likes looking over people and can’t bare being alone, kinda wishes she was a real toon.

Gloria ☀︎- Most likely ate the food you told people not to touch but replaces it always. Author, burnt out but also has motivation. Likes singing as a hobby but she wouldn’t do it if you asked her too, 4th most likely to drown a child in strawberry syrup (what am I typing)

Stamps - Ever get a pop up ad? Would come out of thin air to tell you something, would talk a lot but would probably be bombed by Jax again. Would defend you better than a lawyer being paid 7 bucks a second. He would die with your secrets

Balloony ☀︎- (by my sister) he is playful + funny (can make jokes in Morse code (weird flex))

Yoyo ☀︎- THE MINOAUR. Doofus, if you asked him what 11x2 was He would still need a piece of paper, most likely has a to do list and yearns for badges. “Boy Scouts code number —“. ADHD. Needs glasses but keeps breaking them and 9/10 he has undiagnosed autism.

Connor - the baker (NOT COSMO) the cooker (NOT GAY.) “nice” is an understatement, being around him would make your day (mainly because he makes free food) no enemies, because he poisoned them all, has years worth of rage stored up inside of him but when he’s mad he thinks “why are you over reacting” before dancing to breakcore

Crispin - Everyone already said it, Western.(def lives on a barn) Somewhat sweet and tart, would load up his double barrel shotgun and put it in your mouth if you tried to drink him. Provides most of the food in the little star center!

Serena ? - This sorrowful siren isn’t technically apart of the little star center, disconnected from the others, she tries her best to get by. Normally she would have a snarky attitude towards you and would sing songs to hypnotize you, so watch out! Serenas jewelry is her most prized possessions! She is the only siren in her family (her 2 sisters and father). Sunny keeps close eye on her.

Dr. Crow ? - The Doctor of the toons, also a Potion-brewer! She has the power to heal most pains, emotionally or physically with the perfect mixture of ingredients. She lives in a hut and actually does have a crow companion! Sunny keeps close eye on her. Iris ☀︎- (The Minour part two!) this over curious, lovesick toon. There is no true purpose to her existence, but she gets along well with the others! She is fairly clingy and will often need reminders for personal space. She is the only toon with a diary! 

Tee ? - Being her pushy obnoxious self is normal practice, This toons favorite person is herself! Even though she seems to not truly understand who she is yet, her friends will always be there to help and support her. With her inconsistent show running and her many skills, she is sure to leave a smile on your face!

Lucky ☆- Lucky is an Optimistic but yet very logical toon, her presence alone makes others feel fortunate! Born under a unfortunate but lucky star, she has been blessed with a power to make her planting and weather dreams a reality! Shes often a much calmer toon! 

☀︎ Sunny ☀︎- Lovely all mighty.. He gatekeeps rather he's a witch or a Wizard, he would appear when someone had a problem, He would tackle tough topics, He doesn't spend much time with the others because he's a loner (he would if he did he just doesn't becaus-), He has once had a wife/love interest that is always brought up in very vague ways, He can fly by using clouds, he's the smartest in the team, He loves the water (just sitting in the sunset/sunrise, watching the water), He acts as a Guide since he knows most, he likes drawing and writing on walls. Worst person to have on your bad side. Keeps everything and everyone safe, after all, you need the sun right?

Friend Made Ocs-

Daria - ‘Daria is one adventurous gal! She loves to create fun quests for people to take up. Since she never backs down from a challenge, it means she can be a little overconfident at times—often saying things she’ll never actually do. But, either way, she’ll be your guiding light throughout any task.’ ~ @umaisho

Loucky the computer ? - MINOR - computer but unfortunately stupid as hell at times (damaged system). Yaps in python, responds in python ~ @machlover54666

Autumn the Pumpkin - Autumn is a young, energetic pumpkin. He enjoys doing lots of dangerous activities, and enjoys the thrill of it. Autumn inspires children to face their fears! (Rundown one)

Autumn ? - This kid’s got guts. Rushing into any dangerous situation without hesitation, he’ll do anything just for the thrill of it. In case something goes wrong, he’s always equipped with his water gun. He never really needs it though, because it’s just a water gun. He may seem fearless, but truly, he has a lot more worries than he lets on. (Rundown two) ~ @thatonewizard1806

Sparks and Carmella ? - Nobody knows where they came from. They just showed up one day. Sparks is excited and joyful almost constantly, running around recklessly and always getting into trouble, while Carmella is an elegant and refined one, who would rather stay inside all day. These two are commonly with Autumn when he’s not busy on some bizarre scheme. ~ @thatonewizard1806

Tara ? - Tara is often working on some dangerous experiment. She’s gone kind of insane and has some… odd theories, to say the least. To be completely honest, she’s probably the least trustworthy person in the entire center. ~ @thatonewizard1806 AGAIN.

Boomie ? - He is a chill and laid back dude who will stand up for and protect others whenever needed, despite this, he refuses to use physical violence of any sort ~ @a-rand0m-bl0g

Rhonda - Rhonda is your completely normal toon! For a radio, she isn't that talkative around other people. For some reason, she can't remember where she came from! She's too busy with her awesome radio talk show, "Radiohead Rhonda" to care about that. She's mostly found at the station. There'll be a chance she calls people "callers", don't read too much into it. ~ @i-ate-all-of-my-toes / @not-iaaomts-rp-blog

Icelyn ? - Icelyn is an egotistical ice cube. Who loves exploring Anywhere with snow! She isn’t the biggest fan of human interaction. But she does love someone. But NEVER under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. LET ICELYN AROUND IRIS. SHIT WILL HIT THE FAN. ~ @four-corners-dude

Collan ? - "Collan is one lazy too- ..wait, why am I even writing this..? I don't get paid for this!" ~ @jackoffalope-2

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ꩜˚.Seeya₊˚𖤐~.

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

Our Princess of Wonder (Sneak Peak,(Chip n Dale AU)

Synopsis: Being the daughter of the most famous mice in the world isn't easy, but Marian Maeve Mouse has never said no to a challenge. She carries her crown high with the temperament of her mother and the leadership, imagination, and magic of her father.

She's taking the Disney Legacy into a New Era as their Princess of Wonder. Whether the humans like it or not.

A/N: Marian is the eldest out of three, middle child is Wally, youngest Eleanor. The other 2 aren't mentioned here though.

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"Heya everyone!" She waved

The costumes still weirded her out, but she respected the actors inside. It was a job for them, and it also helped to make sure her family didn't need to be constantly in the Parks. As she snuck behind the scenes, the cast members waved to her. She waved back as she went to find the ones playing her Mother and Father today to surprise the kids,

Poking her head into the break room she looked for one person being when she found her

"Macy, where's the Mickey and Minnie Actors today?"

The woman pointed as she ate something before saying

"Should be the readying area near Main Street,"

"Thanks!"

"Of course, nice to see ya kid,"

She made a beeline for the spot, finding the character handlers who looked excited at her appearance

"Hey guys! Think a third mouse might make her appearance?" She struck the typical family pose, making them laugh,

"Always! Oh the kids will lose it this'll be such a great surprise!" The one labeled Penny answered

"Our Princess of Wonder is always welcome!" The one labeled Iza added as the Actors came from their rooms

"Will be forever strange to see that," She quipped making them snort in understanding and amusement "Hey Fredrik see they got you playing dad today, aren't you normally playing Uncle Donald?"

The other tugged on the gloves as they walked to the staging entrance,

"Hello Marian and yeah Thelia isn't feeling to hot today and with this heat didn't want to risk it,"

"Again understandable, Wallys really trying figure out those fans,"

“We are appreciative,”

She looked to the one playing her mom she was definitely new by the nervous look and the way she kept trying not to stare at her,

"I don't think I know you," The mouse quipped making the other grin nervously

"Oh yeah my name's Quinny I started a couple weeks ago. This is my first go outside of training

"Don't worry you've got this, I'm sure moms been teaching the ropes"

The other smiled nodding getting to the end before they stepped into view,

"She has your mom's so nice,"

"Well it's showtime everybody!" Fredrick crowed in an almost darn near exact impression of her dad

That made Marian laugh as the heads were placed on by their handlers. Again, it was creepy, but to the fans, it was what they came here for,

As the group stepped fully out into view of the staging area she could already hear whispering as she lead them

"Marian Mouse is here!" One child crowed as they stepped out into the public area

Others paused to watch the group walk down to where they'd greet guests Marian loved the thrill of being in the parks, spinning around laughing, she high fived some kids before scurrying back to be in front of the actors,

Baby Mouse is in the burrow

She heard one of the handlers speak in code into a radio set on their shoulder as they walked alongside their Character Actor, but she knew she didn't have to worry it was them communicating that she was in the parks. Her Dad had special protections in place, the cast members would be more alert and on guard.

[starfull-m]

I Don’t Think There’s Ever Been A More Beautiful Love Letter Than “The Beatrice Letters”

Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope.

I will love you with no regard to the actions of our enemies or the jealousies of actors. I will love you with no regard to the outrage of certain parents or the boredom of certain friends. I will love you no matter what is served in the world’s cafeterias or what game is played at each and every recess. I will love you no matter how many fire drills we are all forced to endure, and no matter what is drawn upon the blackboard in a blurring, boring chalk. I will love you no matter how many mistakes I make when trying to reduce fractions, and no matter how difficult it is to memorize the periodic table. I will love you no matter what your locker combination was, or how you decided to spend your time during study hall. I will love you no matter how your soccer team performed in the tournament or how many stains I received on my cheerleading uniform. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you if you cut your hair and I will love you if you cut the hair of others. I will love you if you abandon your baticeering, and I will love you if you retire from the theater to take up some other, less dangerous occupation. I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up and I will love you if you betray your father. I will love you even if you announce that the poetry of Edgar Guest is the best in the world and even if you announce that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious. I will love you if you abandon the theremin and take up the harmonica and I will love you if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to M. I will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I will love you as the pesto loves the fetuccini and as the horseradish loves the miyagi, as the tempura loves the ikura and the pepperoni loves the pizza. I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the ankle of a wader and as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the beard, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness in the napkin, and the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged print of the document, and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written. I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I will love you as a child loves to overhear the conversations of its parents, and the parents love the sound of their own arguing voices, and as the pen loves to write down the words these voices utter in a notebook for safekeeping. I will love you as a shingle loves falling off a house on a windy day and striking a grumpy person across the chin, and as an oven loves malfunctioning in the middle of roasting a turkey. I will love you as an airplane loves to fall from a clear blue sky and as an escalator loves to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanisms. I will love you as a wet paper towel loves to be crumpled into a ball and thrown at a bathroom ceiling and an eraser loves to leave dust in the hairdos of the people who talk too much. I will love you as a cufflink loves to drop from its shirt and explore the party for itself and as a pair of white gloves loves to slip delicately into the punchbowl. I will love you as a taxi loves the muddy splash of a puddle and as a library loves the patient tick of a clock. I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it. I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person’s back, and as a certain person loves to wear daggerproof tunics, and as a daggerproof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled. I will love you until every fire is extinguished and until every home is rebuilt form the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest of policemen. I will love you until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammar, and I will love you until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his love and N. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple, and until the apple hates a tree and the tree hates a nest, and until a bird hates a tree and an apple hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I try. I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from skim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me happens to me as I am discovering this. I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else – your co-star, perhaps, or Y., or even O., or anyone Z. through A., even R. although sadly I believe it will be quite some time before two women can be allowed to marry – and I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more, although I personally think three is plenty, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned. That, Beatrice, is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.

[pumpkin-cowboy]

Peter Nureyev thoughts for fic writers

- Nureyev as a name means “light”

- he’s named after a ballet dancer, who’s nickname as a child was “the white crow” (so maybe Peter uses “white crow” as a thief alias/code name)

- according to a q&a he apparently can’t cook (the possibilities for this I stg. Maybe Juno CAN cook and so he tries to teach Peter? Or maybe NEITHER of them can cook so disaster ensues? Maybe neither of them can cook but Peter swears he can and ends up making the worst meal ever?) (or Buddy insists that everyone take turns cooking meals for the family, when it’s Peter’s turn he rlly tries but makes the worst dinner ever. Maybe everyone laughs about it? Or pretends it’s great to be polite bc he rlly tried?)

- I swear every Nureyev cosplayer has glasses, is this canon and did I forget? Maybe he doesn’t need glasses he just thinks they look neat. (Or maybe he wears contacts and he loses one in the middle of a heist and Juno has to help him look for it/do the heist with bad vision? And they can hear the whole from family freaking out/laughing with the comms?) (ok now I’m just imagining- Peter: “how am I supposed to do this with only one eye?” Juno: *pauses, gestures to his missing eye*) (maybe rlly cool colored contacts for aliases?)

- WHAT IF HE BUYS STUPID BUMPER STICKERS FOR THE RUBY 7 ?!?!

- the whole sharp teeth thing - I don’t have anything to add I just feel like it should be said

- corsets??? (Again, nothing to add I just follow a lot of cosplayers sry.)

- this man wears too many rings, and I can tell bc I wear too many rings. (Maybe each one is from a different heist/job and he collects them for the memories.)

- I think he wears pretty press on nails but his actual nails are short bc he bites them when he’s stressed

- he likes to draw, he has a sketchbook (maybe he draws Juno, and Juno accidentally snoops and sees all the drawings?) (He also draws everyone else in the aurinko family, buddy finds his drawing of the family together at dinner, after some arguing he agrees to let her frame it and hang it up)

- I FEEL LIKE PETER AND RITA SHOULD HANG OUT MORE - peter’s great at memorizing things, so when he actually gets interested in Rita’s favorite stream they have long discussions about it including all their theories for next week’s episode - peter’s great at makeup but Rita just likes to but the glittery stuff and bright colors anywhere she thinks they look fun on her face, so they do each other’s makeup sometimes - them doing each other’s nails and Rita begging Peter to pick a color for himself that’s not boring - I think they both wear glasses so ofc they do that thing all ppl with glasses do when they make friends with someone who wears glasses, they try on each other’s glasses- maybe Rita does a hilarious Peter impression when she tries on his glasses

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if you end up being inspired by/using any of this in your fic plz send me the link to your fic I’d love to read it! I plan to make similar posts for more penumbra characters rlly soon, but if you want a specific character, comment or message and I’ll make them a priority!

(Btw I just finished season 2, so sry if any of this has already been addressed! But if you want to send me a fic with s3 spoilers that’s ok, I’ve read a lot already so I don’t mind!)

[esotericakit]

“Hey yeah I’d like to order a pizza for Erin please. It’s spelled E for elephant, R for root beer, I for I will love you with no regard to the actions of our enemies or the jealousies of actors. I will love you with no regard to the outrage of certain parents or the boredom of certain friends. I will love you no matter what is served in the world’s cafeterias or what game is played at each and every recess. I will love you no matter how many fire drills we are all forced to endure, and no matter what is drawn upon the blackboard in a blurring, boring chalk. I will love you no matter how many mistakes I make when trying to reduce fractions, and no matter how difficult it is to memorize the periodic table. I will love you no matter what your locker combination was, or how you decided to spend your time during study hall. I will love you no matter how your soccer team performed in the tournament or how many stains I received on my cheerleading uniform. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you if you cut your hair and I will love you if you cut the hair of others. I will love you if you abandon your baticeering, and I will love you if you retire from the theater to take up some other, less dangerous occupation. I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up and I will love you if you betray your father. I will love you even if you announce that the poetry of Edgar Guest is the best in the world and even if you announce that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious. I will love you if you abandon the theremin and take up the harmonica and I will love you if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to M. I will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I will love you as the pesto loves the fetuccini and as the horseradish loves the miyagi, as the tempura loves the ikura and the pepperoni loves the pizza. I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the ankle of a wader and as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the beard, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness in the napkin, and the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged print of the document, and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written. I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I will love you as a child loves to overhear the conversations of its parents, and the parents love the sound of their own arguing voices, and as the pen loves to write down the words these voices utter in a notebook for safekeeping. I will love you as a shingle loves falling off a house on a windy day and striking a grumpy person across the chin, and as an oven loves malfunctioning in the middle of roasting a turkey. I will love you as an airplane loves to fall from a clear blue sky and as an escalator loves to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanisms. I will love you as a wet paper towel loves to be crumpled into a ball and thrown at a bathroom ceiling and an eraser loves to leave dust in the hairdos of the people who talk too much. I will love you as a cufflink loves to drop from its shirt and explore the party for itself and as a pair of white gloves loves to slip delicately into the punchbowl. I will love you as a taxi loves the muddy splash of a puddle and as a library loves the patient tick of a clock. I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it. I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person’s back, and as a certain person loves to wear daggerproof tunics, and as a daggerproof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled. I will love you until every fire is extinguished and until every home is rebuilt form the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest of policemen. I will love you until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammar, and I will love you until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his love and N. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple, and until the apple hates a tree and the tree hates a nest, and until a bird hates a tree and an apple hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I try. I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from skim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me happens to me as I am discovering this. I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else – your co-star, perhaps, or Y., or even O., or anyone Z. through A., even R. although sadly I believe it will be quite some time before two women can be allowed to marry – and I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more, although I personally think three is plenty, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned. That, Beatrice, is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way. And then N for noodle.”

[fennecshandgf]

I will love you with no regard to the actions of our enemies or the jealousies of actors.

I will love you with no regard to the outrage of certain parents or the boredom of certain friends.

I will love you no matter what is served in the world’s cafeterias or what game is played at each and every recess.

I will love you no matter how many fire drills we are all forced to endure, and no matter what is drawn upon the blackboard in a blurring, boring chalk. I will love you no matter how many mistakes I make when trying to reduce fractions, and no matter how difficult it is to memorize the periodic table.

I will love you no matter what your locker combination was, or how you decided to spend your time during study hall. I will love you no matter how your soccer team performed in the tournament or how many stains I received on my cheerleading uniform.

I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you if you cut your hair and I will love you if you cut the hair of others. I will love you if you abandon your baticeering, and I will love you if you retire from the theater to take up some other, less dangerous occupation.

I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up and I will love you if you betray your father. I will love you even if you announce that the poetry of Edgar Guest is the best in the world and even if you announce that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious.

I will love you if you abandon the theremin and take up the harmonica and I will love you if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to M.

I will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them.

I will love you as the pesto loves the fetuccini and as the horseradish loves the miyagi, as the tempura loves the ikura and the pepperoni loves the pizza.

I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the ankle of a wader and as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer.

I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the beard, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness in the napkin, and the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged print of the document, and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written.

I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms.

I will love you as a child loves to overhear the conversations of its parents, and the parents love the sound of their own arguing voices, and as the pen loves to write down the words these voices utter in a notebook for safekeeping.

I will love you as a shingle loves falling off a house on a windy day and striking a grumpy person across the chin, and as an oven loves malfunctioning in the middle of roasting a turkey.

I will love you as an airplane loves to fall from a clear blue sky and as an escalator loves to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanisms.

I will love you as a wet paper towel loves to be crumpled into a ball and thrown at a bathroom ceiling and an eraser loves to leave dust in the hairdos of the people who talk too much. I will love you as a cufflink loves to drop from its shirt and explore the party for itself and as a pair of white gloves loves to slip delicately into the punchbowl.

I will love you as a taxi loves the muddy splash of a puddle and as a library loves the patient tick of a clock. I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes.

I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong.

I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house.

I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it.

I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person’s back, and as a certain person loves to wear daggerproof tunics, and as a daggerproof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home.

I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment.

I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world.

I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled. I will love you until every fire is extinguished and until every home is rebuilt form the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest of policemen.

I will love you until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammar, and I will love you until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his love and N. realizes he is not worthy of the V.

I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple, and until the apple hates a tree and the tree hates a nest, and until a bird hates a tree and an apple hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I try.

I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area.

I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively.

I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from skim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog.

I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go.

I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me happens to me as I am discovering this.

I will love you if you don’t marry me.

I will love you if you marry someone else – your co-star, perhaps, or Y., or even O., or anyone Z. through A., even R. although sadly I believe it will be quite some time before two women can be allowed to marry – and I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more, although I personally think three is plenty, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned.

That, Beatrice, is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.

- Lemony Snicket's The Beatrice Letters..

[hbosscreations]

Us Ladies Have to Stick Together

It’s a little later than I’d hoped for, but here is my contribution to @redvsbluesecretsanta for @artesoterica! You asked for Southalina, with a general positive mood! This fic is an AU taking place on Season 15′s Chorus moon in a universe where the Reds and Blues actually get to rest and build a life for themselves. I hope you like it.

                                   Us Ladies Have to Stick Together

 When South heard Carolina’s coded message, left in such a way that any of her former people would find it if they were looking, she…didn’t really know what to expect. She wasn’t certain it was meant for her with the way South left things, what with her and Wash trying to kill one another, but it was so damn earnest that South couldn’t ignore it.

‘Wash and I are alive, we’ve shut down the Project and made a safe space for all of us to live. If you see this, come find us. Come home.’

She wasn’t keen at first on going to find anyone, let alone other members of Project Freelancer, but Carolina was good on her word Chorus’s moon wasn’t what she thought it would be. It sounded like isolation, like hiding in a long-abandoned base or in a tiny apartment sleeping in shifts, but Carolina and her people had turned it to something else entirely. The Reds and Blues regularly communicated with the planet below, a shuttle came up more than once to drop off and pick-up soldiers for no reason South could figure out aside from play dates with weapons.

Just like this one.

A shuttle had arrived earlier that day carrying a new face along with a few others that South recognized from the deliveries every other week. The Sim Troopers had quite the fan club, and it was very normal for the shuttle to arrive and stay overnight so the troops could hang out. This time, the newcomer seemed to get all of the attention. It was such a relief to not feel the pointed stares from both the Reds and Blues and the Chorus soldiers.

South blew up her bangs and retied the bandana around her head to keep her hair out of the way while she worked on Sarge’s warthog, the perfect vantage point to observe without staring and be present without having to actually interact with anyone. The Sim Troopers weren’t as bad as South expected them to be most days, Washington’s influence excluded, but that didn’t mean she was comfortable with them yet.

The strange woman who arrived in the shuttle, wearing bright yellow armor and a swagger that told everyone who saw her that she was hot shit and she knew it, immediately screamed for Grif to get his lazy butt outside and come help move her shit inside the base.

It didn’t take long for her to start chatting and then chasing the Sim Troopers around. She hooted and hollered and pelted the soldiers with paintballs from a gun that should not have been shooting paintballs in the first place, all the while crowing ‘GO BLUE!’.

Despite the fact she didn’t seem to care if she was hitting a Red or a Blue.

Judging by the yelling and giggles, they didn’t seem to mind it either.

South’s helmet was dropped next to her on the engine while she watched, contemplating if she had earned enough good will to join in considering practically everyone on the moon was playing already, and Carolina put a hand on South’s shoulder to draw her attention.

New Carolina was the day to Old Carolina’s night. More emotionally mature, more secure in herself, and more confident. The dark shadows had finally passed, but she was still the same woman South had served under.

“You should probably put that on. It would be horrible if Kai accidentally shot you in the eye; the only medical treatment you’re likely to get is CPR and orange juice.”

The hand shifted from her shoulder and brushed the back of her neck. South barely held in her shiver.

New Carolina was more tactile, taking the time to make contact outside of training. She always had time for a smile, something kind to say even if the comment was odd, and casual touching that felt out of place coming from her former leader.

South had to admit that it was nice to be appreciated, though.

“Which army is Kai from, Fed or New Republic? I don’t recognize her or the paint job.”

“She’s the youngest of our Sims, Grif’s little sister, not from Chorus.”

The Reds looked to have begun their retaliation, pulling out buckets of paint, paint balloons, and paint ball guns of their own. They ran around screaming with her instead of running from her, and South laughed a little.

“They’re like a bunch of goofy teenagers, aren’t they? I don’t know how you’ve managed to keep them all alive so long.”

She pulled her helmet on, ignoring the fact that most of her armor was on the ground. She could handle paintball welts and didn’t feel like trading the extra protection of the armor for the contact she got when Carolina watched her work. Standing just a little too close, with her hand on South’s lower back, it felt like things were actually right.

“She’s going to be staying.”

The warthog got regular work, practically daily maintenance and fine tuning, but for some reason it felt like everything South did to it was undone at the end of the day.

“Hmm.”

“She talks a lot, but you can’t be mean unless you want the Reds and Blues both mad at you. Grif is really protective of her; they all are.”

Knowing Sarge, it probably was. He probably came in as soon as she walked away and fiddled with it, bickering with Lopez as he used a wrench on the wrong pieces and broke screwdrivers inside.

“South? Are you listening to me?”

“Sure, Yellow is a wild child and I shouldn’t pick on her. The Sims don’t talk to me much, why would I bother with Grif’s little sister?”

Was Lopez doing this? Normally he fixed things, but maybe he resented her coming in and doing his job for him. It did prevent him from avoiding the rest of Red Team.

“South, will you stop for a second? Look at me?”

Shit. South must have missed a tone thing again, it happened sometimes. Between the military and being on her own for so long, South didn’t always know how to read casual conversation anymore. She preferred direct conversation any day.

“I’m worried about you.”

That flash of guilt that flared up any time Carolina wanted to take care of her was back.

“You don’t have to worry about me, I’m coping.”

“You’re stagnating. Soon you’re going to start tearing your hair out and alienating the guys because you’re bored and looking for stimulation. Trust me, antagonizing the Reds and Blues will only lead to problems and you do not want that. I care about you and I would hate for you to end up with mustard in your blankets or a bucket of snakes above your door. Let me introduce you to Kaikaina Grif.”

“I don’t understand what meeting her has got to do with antagonizing anybody or the strangely bizarre and specific pranks.”

“You’re bored, and Kai is definitely not boring. I think spending some time with her will be good for you.”

Carolina didn’t accept Wash and South tiptoeing around one another or South trying to sneak out in the middle of the night because of her insomnia, and she apparently wasn’t going to rest until South had made some friends, even if that meant flying friends in for her.

The hand on her neck started to massage gently, feeling the tension that had settled there. South let out a groan.

“You’re what? Assigning her to me?”

“Oh no, Kai’s been a Blue longer than you’ve been here, she outranks you. I’m assigning you to her.”

“What?”

Carolina called out to Kai and waved her in before she firmly turned South to face the Sim Trooper charging at them. The moment the woman in yellow skidded to a stop in front of them, she took a beat to look South up and down before she turned and did the same to Carolina.

“Carolina, lookin’ fine-ah! Still bangin’ as always! How are the jam sessions with the band?”

“They have yet to comment on my being tone deaf and I’m not spoiling the game, so it’s been fun. Kai, this is South, she’s an old friend of mine in need of someone to teach her how to have a good time. Can you do that?”

“Ch, yeah! I am great at fun!”

“Fantastic. Kai, from now on, South follows your orders the way she used to follow mine. She won’t like it, she’ll bitch, but she’s a great soldier and a good friend to have at your back.”

“If you want a knife put in it.”

Washington came around the warthog, a large splash of red down his left side and a steady spattering of blue on the right. He must have gotten caught in the middle of the fight.

“Hey, Kai. What’s up?”

“Hey, Cop. You still being a cop? You have to tell me, you know!”

“That’s still not a law.”

That easy amused tone shook South. He sounded so much older; more world weary. It fit him.

“Washington,” Carolina bit out, “If you’re not going to play nice, go away.”

He saluted, patted Kai on the shoulder, and moved back into the fray. The soldiers cheered as he snagged a balloon and smashed it into the side of Tucker’s head.

“Anyway, Kai, South is my gift to you. Think of her like you’ve just been given a very angry puppy and you’ll be great.”

“Carolina, you cannot be serious.”

“I am very serious; you need someone to help you transition to our way of life and Kai is the best person to do that. Kai, her job is to do what you tell her, your job is to keep her from going off the deep end. Don’t order anything I wouldn’t approve of, but other than that, go nuts.”

South scowled at the thought of a woman at least ten years younger than her, a stranger, issuing orders. She didn’t exactly have a choice but to go on with it, where else was she going to go?

“This is ridiculous.”

And it’s not like she wanted to leave anyway. Not again. Not after everything she’d gone through to get there.

Not after finally getting her chance to be with Carolina again.

“I’m not your commanding officer anymore. You could always say no, but if that’s the case I’m giving you to the Reds, and their chaos is unbridled. Think of it this way, Donut will do your nails, but Kai excels at doing hair and your purple has been missing for too long.”

South shrugged and Kai immediately dragged her toward the base.

“You’re the one with purple tips, right? I’ve seen the pics. We’re doing your hair right now. I know that you haven’t had a dye job since you got here, there’s no one here that does hair even half as good as me!”

She jabbered endlessly while she set up a chair at the big sink on the base. Her steady stream of increasingly weird stories about herself and her sex life made South laugh, and the commentary about the guys on base made South sure she never wanted to get on this girl’s bad side.

Once they were gone, Carolina wheeled a large box into the room.

“Your portable salon, madame. Don’t scare her off, ok? It took forever to bring her home.”

“Pshaw! She likes me already! Don’t you, baby?”

Both women looked at South and she shrugged.

“You’re fine. Let’s get this over with so I can get back to work.”

“I’ll take that as a win for now! You’ll warm up.”

With that, Kai pushed South into the chair and threw a cape around her shoulders. Kai’s hands were sturdy and soothing as they carded through South’s hair and scratched at her scalp, talking about what she thought would look best for a minute before she realized South wasn’t listening in the slightest and switched back to talking about herself again. How she’d wanted to go to beauty school when she was younger, and that she used to do everyone’s hair at the circus. South only half listened.

God, her fingers were like magic.

South melted into the chair and decided to let the woman have her way with her hair. Worst case scenario, South would shave her head and let it grow back. And it was worth it to have her hair ruined if Kai would just keep working on her hair.

“She’s funny, right?”

South made a questioning noise.

“Carolina. She shows her love weird. She’s been trying for weeks now to get me out here, telling me Grif misses me, that the team is trying to set up a training center here. Didn’t fly, cause that sounds awful, so she talked to the freaking president of Chorus and got me a training gig putting together events and festivals on the planet’s surface. Someone decided they needed events for good public relations and off world traffic, and I’m pretty good at it!”

Carolina laughed a little from where she was pointedly not hovering.

“She got you a job, huh?”

“She got me a good paying job where my brother can keep an eye on me, so he’s happy. From there, it’s like a waterfall, making him happy makes Simmons happy, which makes Donut and Sarge happy, which makes Caboose happy, which makes Tucker happy, which makes Wash happy, which makes Carolina happy. Everyone here is sooooo codependent. You, I don’t know about, but that’s ok. We’re gonna party and I’ll learn all your secrets.”

God, the thought of going to the planet’s surface to ‘party’ made South’s whole body tense up. Way too much exposure, to high a risk of being seen.

“I don’t really party these days.”

“Yeah, I figured. I’ll fix that. Once I get you sorted, Carolina can finally stop worrying about her little circle and relax. Anything you want in particular? Because if you don’t, I’m gonna trim you up and give you crazy purple hair, it’s gonna take some time, but it’ll look fabulous.”

“I’m in your hands, gorgeous.”

“You’re a flirt! I like that.”

South did her best to keep up the chatting, thankful that Kai held the majority of the conversation herself, and when she might have lulled, Carolina stepped in and stoked the conversation back up.

She did the whole nine yards; washed South’s hair, massaged her scalp, trimmed her up to something more akin to her preferred style, bleached her hair for coloring and mixed colors. South honestly didn’t give a shit about what Kai did, so she gleefully went to town.

Once she started putting color on, Carolina frowned.

“You’re doing her whole head?”

“I have creative license here, so yeah, I’m doing her whole head! It’s gonna be fucking badass, just you wait!”

Carolina pulled up a chair and sat across from South with a nervous smile and stretched her leg out to brush ankles with South. South smiled back and tapped Carolina with the side of her boot. She didn’t pull away, she didn’t want or need to.

Kai wasn’t wrong, Carolina did show her love in weird ways. She never said it, but she showed it in a thousand different ways. South watched Carolina work with the Reds and Blues every day, watched her interact with the people from Chorus who flew up to the moon to ‘train’, how she took the time to touch and ground the people around her despite her own discomfort with the process.

How she understood that South needed help and care but was too angry and proud to ever ask for it.

“I trust you, Kai, just don’t make her look like a clown.”

“I would never! This gorgeous face can pull all kinds of looks, and I intend to make her look fucking sexy as fuck! Chill, Carolina, I’m not going to mess your other girlfriend’s look up.”

South tried to look up at Kai, confused, but Kai grabbed South’s head and held it in place.

“Don’t move, you’ll ruin my hard work.”

Carolina laughed a little and rubbed her ankle against South’s and asked Kai about her most recent exploits. South just closed her eyes and listened to the women talk.

The color was washed out, her hair blow dried and style, and with a cheeky grin, Kai shoved a mirror into South’s face.

“Well?”

It looked…good.

Her head was covered multiple tones of purples, blues, and reds, in a way that looked like it shouldn’t have worked, but it really did. Dark and bold, her hair felt soft and fell nicely. Honestly, it was too good for the life South lived. Between helmet time and working on trucks, she was sure she wouldn’t do it justice in the long run.

But Carolina looked really happy, and judging by Kai’s bright smile, she was too.

“You like it, right?”

“Don’t push her.”

South smirked.

“She can push me if she wants, you’re the one who told her to boss me around. I like it.”

“Great!” Kai crowed. “We’re gonna get our nails done tonight, no fighting, I brought Donut a new gel kit and he’s dying to use it!”

Carolina stood up and pressed a kiss to Kai’s cheek and praised her for a job well done, before she kiss to South’s cheek as well.

“I’m glad you like it. Kai’s great, you to are going to get along like a house on fire.”

“Uh, I’m not lighting anything on fire.”

South hadn’t expected anything good when she came here, came home, but everything was genuinely better than she expected. Carolina took her hand and kissed the knuckles before idly telling Kai that she hoped they’d also brought decent alcohol because Donut’s wine and cheese hour was dreadful without actual wine to drink.

She hadn’t expected it, hadn’t known how badly she wanted it, but she was so glad she’d come.

[katsidhe]

Rules: answer the questions and tag nine people you want to get to know better/catch up with!

I was tagged by the wonderful @why-this-kolaveri-machi!

Tagging people: if you’re reading this and this interests you, please consider yourself tagged.  

Three Relationships: I’m gonna shake it up with some non-SPN content! wow look at me go, consuming other media. Craaazy. madness. (my SPN answer, of course, is Sam and Everyone He’s Ever Been Onscreen With, with top billing to Sam’n’Dean and Sam’n’Lucifer, natch). 

1) Fenris and Hawke, Dragon Age 2

They’re just so Good for each other, I’m gonna cry: the support, the love, the found family. And also Fenris and Anders, because they’re so Bad for each other. I just have a lot of Fenris-related emotions, and a lot of emotion for how nuanced the intersecting narratives of abuse and power are in DA2, and how the tragedy of the game feels both obscenely avoidable, and completely inevitable. And Fenris is by your side <3

2) Dirk and Dave, Homestuck

Apparently I have a thing for brothers with really complicated history, what surprising news this must be to everyone reading my blog. The lines of blame and responsibility and love and autonomy in Dirk and Dave’s relationship are really fascinating and thorny: what does it mean to know that, in another universe, you were an abusive guardian? what does it mean to meet your dead older brother again, when he’s your age, and find common ground? everything about them is so complex, and I love it. 

3) Frodo and Sam, LOTR

Theeee queer-platonic BroTP/OTP of all time. My ten-year-old heart couldn’t handle them, and I still can’t handle them now. The unashamed, unwavering love that need not be romantic! I blubber at Mount Doom and the Grey Havens like a tiny, tiny child.

Last Song 

Wait For Me, Hadestown, Anais Mitchell. (the original album, NOT the cast recording, I will DIE on this hill.) 

Last Movie

Blade Runner, for the first time. Spent the movie being like, wow, this protag’s just straight up the villain, they aren’t even trying to make him sympathetic, huh. Extremely atmospheric, just like I vaguely remember from 2049. And just like in 2049 I found myself wondering why this movie wasn’t from the perspective of all the generally more interesting female characters. 

Currently Watching

Getting slowly through Hannibal, I’m in the middle of s2. I thought it would be the kind of show I’d be super into, but something about Mads Mikkelson’s... idk, stagnant over-composure? doesn’t really do it for me, I think. I’m gonna finish. At some point. 

Currently Reading

“currently” is quite the misnomer with me: generally speaking, if I like a book, I am damn well consuming it in one sitting if I gotta stay up all night. Most recent books, then: I read the Six of Crows duology, which I thoroughly enjoyed: what every YA fantasy series needs is more murderteens. I gave up on the other Grishaverse books, though: they’re just not nearly as interesting. I also somewhat recently read The Tyrant Baru Cormorant, in the series I affectionately think of as the “lesbian accountant does treasons” books. Baru is a Cas-coded Sam girl, which I very much appreciate in a protagonist. 

[pocolocapotterhead]

I Will Love You

Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope.

I will love you with no regard to the actions of our enemies or the jealousies of actors. I will love you with no regard to the outrage of certain parents or the boredom of certain friends. I will love you no matter what is served in the world’s cafeterias or what game is played at each and every recess. I will love you no matter how many fire drills we are all forced to endure, and no matter what is drawn upon the blackboard in a blurring, boring chalk. I will love you no matter how many mistakes I make when trying to reduce fractions, and no matter how difficult it is to memorize the periodic table. I will love you no matter what your locker combination was, or how you decided to spend your time during study hall. I will love you no matter how your soccer team performed in the tournament or how many stains I received on my cheerleading uniform. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you if you cut your hair and I will love you if you cut the hair of others. I will love you if you abandon your baticeering, and I will love you if you retire from the theater to take up some other, less dangerous occupation. I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up and I will love you if you betray your father. I will love you even if you announce that the poetry of Edgar Guest is the best in the world and even if you announce that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious. I will love you if you abandon the theremin and take up the harmonica and I will love you if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to M. I will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I will love you as the pesto loves the fetuccini and as the horseradish loves the miyagi, as the tempura loves the ikura and the pepperoni loves the pizza. I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the ankle of a wader and as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the beard, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness in the napkin, and the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged print of the document, and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written. I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I will love you as a child loves to overhear the conversations of its parents, and the parents love the sound of their own arguing voices, and as the pen loves to write down the words these voices utter in a notebook for safekeeping. I will love you as a shingle loves falling off a house on a windy day and striking a grumpy person across the chin, and as an oven loves malfunctioning in the middle of roasting a turkey. I will love you as an airplane loves to fall from a clear blue sky and as an escalator loves to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanisms. I will love you as a wet paper towel loves to be crumpled into a ball and thrown at a bathroom ceiling and an eraser loves to leave dust in the hairdos of the people who talk too much. I will love you as a cufflink loves to drop from its shirt and explore the party for itself and as a pair of white gloves loves to slip delicately into the punchbowl. I will love you as a taxi loves the muddy splash of a puddle and as a library loves the patient tick of a clock. I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it. I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person’s back, and as a certain person loves to wear daggerproof tunics, and as a daggerproof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled. I will love you until every fire is extinguished and until every home is rebuilt form the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest of policemen. I will love you until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammar, and I will love you until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his love and N. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple, and until the apple hates a tree and the tree hates a nest, and until a bird hates a tree and an apple hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I try. I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from skim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me happens to me as I am discovering this. I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else – your co-star, perhaps, or Y., or even O., or anyone Z. through A., even R. although sadly I believe it will be quite some time before two women can be allowed to marry – and I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more, although I personally think three is plenty, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned. That, Beatrice, is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.

By Lemony Snicket

Beautifully ugly, no?

[tsarisfanfiction]

Unexpected

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Gen (brief, family-friendly allusion to the birds and bees) Genre: Family Characters: Scott, John, Gordon, Alan, Virgil, EOS

Yup, another fic for @gumnut-logic‘s #irrelief!  The prompt used here is ““We’re going to be uncles!” A Tracy has reproduced (can be Kayo too)” from @shirubie.  Maybe not quite what the prompt implies, though.

When it came to the next generation, Scott didn’t think it would happen quite like this.

“I can’t believe it!”

Gordon’s sudden exclamation was greeted by silence from his older brothers.  Scott raised an eyebrow before returning to the metaphorical mountain of paperwork on his desk.  EOS had been a thoroughly internal affair, and while none of them intended on letting anyone in the GDF – including Colonel Casey, for all that she was on their side – learn the truth about what exactly had gone down during those disastrous moments on Thunderbird Five, the fact remained that several distress calls had gone unanswered for hours and the GDF wanted answers.

Finding a way to cover it all up without revealing John’s inadvertent creation of a sentient AI several years earlier, or the fact that said sentient AI now resided full time on the most technologically advanced satellite in the world, was tricky.  It was not helped by the fact that she was currently only trusted entirely by John, although Scott suspected the rest of his brothers were being fast won over, and she reminded him more than a little of John when he’d been that age (assuming, of course, that EOS was approximately ten years old – John had not been forthcoming on when, exactly, he’d written the base coding).

Like creator, like… creation?

“What is it, Gordon?”

Unlike the elder brothers – Virgil was steadfastly tickling ivories without pause, and John might not be actively hovering, but Scott knew his line with them was always open (unless a certain AI – nope, not going to go there right now) – Alan had not mastered the art of working out when Gordon needed to be listened to, and when he was simply attention-seeking.  Or maybe he had but had yet to tire of enabling him – or maybe, just maybe, Alan was bored of cleaning.

It was probably the latter. No-one liked cleaning, not even MAX.

“John!” Gordon called out, his tone almost accusatory, instead of directly answering his younger brother.

John, blessed with the patience of a saint but also, more importantly, the ability to tell when Gordon should be listened to, and when he should not, didn’t answer.

He did, however, pop up in miniature in the corner of Scott’s holoprojector, out of Gordon’s line of sight, and rolled his eyes.  Scott appreciated the proof that the line was indeed open, and not being hijacked by EOS. He shook his head slightly in return, amused if a little exasperated at the elder blond’s outburst – whatever inane thing it was he’d thought of.

“Joo-oooohn!” Gordon repeated, in that annoying, grinding way of splitting a brother’s name into two syllables when it clearly only had one that both Scott and John hated.  “Johnny!”  Turquoise eyes hardened in frustration – two syllables in ‘Jo-ohn’ was one thing, but ‘Johnny’ was detested.  Scott couldn’t agree, preferring ‘Scotty’ to ‘Sco-ott’ himself, or even ‘Scooter’, as his brothers occasionally bastardised his name.  ‘Scotty’ was childish, but ‘Sco-ott’ was just whining.

Still, John remained silent.  Patience was a virtue, and one John had far more of than Gordon.  The eventual victor was already clear.

“I know you’re listening!” Gordon continued, and oh dear, there was the end of the patience.  Willing or not, they were all about to be made privy to whatever revelation the aquanaut had come to.  Scott didn’t have a clue what it could be, but knowing Gordon, it was probably going to be nonsense.

From the look he got from John, he wasn’t alone in that opinion.

“Jooohnny.”  Now it was a whine.  Dogs whined, little kids whined.  Fully qualified aquanauts with military training also whined, apparently.  Or maybe it was just ones named Gordon Cooper Tracy.  Scott had never really interacted with WASP during his time in service.  “Why didn’t you say you had a kid?”

John choked, immediately drawing the attention of the two youngest as they whirled around to see his miniature hologram perched on Scott’s – Dad’s – desk.

“Were you hiding?” Alan asked, launching himself away from the broom he was supposed to be sweeping popcorn crumbs off of the den floor with – which clattered to the floor loudly – to cling to the edge of the desk.  Gordon was hot on his heels.

“A kid?” Virgil asked, the quiet melody stopping as the middle child abandoned his sonata and came to join the huddle of brothers around the desk.  “Where did that come from, Gordon?”

“You mean EOS?”  Alan sounded surprised, as though he’d only just drawn the conclusion.  Scott wondered if Gordon had already brought him in on this crazy scheme, but even if he hadn’t, Alan had beaten him to the punch on whatever was going through Gordon’s head, anyway.  Maybe blond-haired teenager brothers had a psychic link.  It might explain a few things, anyway.

“EOS?” John asked, jogging Scott out of suppositions about psychic younger brothers and back to the bizarre conversation at hand.  “My kid?”

“Well she is, isn’t she?” Gordon challenged, arms crossed and eyebrow raised in a manner that looked rather familiar from the mirror.  “You made her.  And now she’s living with you while you teach her how tell right from wrong.”

“I know you know how children happen,” John said bluntly.  “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You made her,” Gordon repeated, and beside him Alan, who had been looking thoughtful, began to nod.

“Gordon’s right,” he said, and John turned an incredulous look on him.  Scott shared a look of ‘what are we supposed to do about this’ with Virgil.  “You made her base coding, and now she’s growing up.”

“She is growing up?” Gordon interjected, and Scott realised John had been backed into a corner. Saying EOS wasn’t maturing would both be a lie – she was – and also a sure way to upset the AI who was no doubt eavesdropping on the conversation.

“Of course she is,” John defended her.  “She’s learning.”

“Like a child,” Gordon pressed.  “Ergo, your daughter.”

“Those two things aren’t mutually-”

“John?”

EOS cut off the ginger’s argument, her recently installed own hologram projecting into the midst of their discussion.  Scott just started wondering when she was going to appear.

“Yes, EOS?” John asked, his head turning to look at what Scott assumed was the security camera EOS had taken for a ‘body’ up in Thunderbird Five.

“Your brothers are referring to me as your ‘daughter’, but I checked the internet for how ‘daughter’s are created, and I have no recollection of such an act occurring to create my code.”

Alan and Gordon burst out laughing, and even Scott couldn’t resist joining Virgil in a chuckle as John’s face turned redder than his hair.

“EOS, that’s- why were you looking at that?” he demanded, over Gordon’s gasps for air.  Virgil helpfully patted the aquanaut’s shoulder, and got a baleful look for it.

“To understand, John,” the AI said.  “You said I should research facts before reaching conclusions.”

“I did,” John sighed, rubbing his face with one hand.  “I should have known that would come up sooner or later.  So, what conclusion did you come to?”

“That I am your daughter.”

Scott found himself witness to the rare sight of a baffled John.

“But you just said you didn’t understand what Gordon meant,” Alan pointed out, before John could articulate whatever was going through his head.

“Research implies that while intercourse is how a daughter or son is created, it is not the only way one may be obtained,” EOS replied, sounding as smug as a computer-generated voice could – and perhaps more than Scott ever thought one would.  “The act of sheltering a younger being in one’s home and assisting in their growth and understanding is also one of parenthood. Thus, it would not be incorrect to state that John is my father and I am John’s daughter.”

“I don’t think that’s quite how it works,” Virgil muttered, but he was drowned out by Gordon’s triumphant shout.

“I told you so!” he crowed. “EOS is John’s daughter!”

John was shaking his head, but Scott saw the fond smile on his face.

“Okay, fine,” the ginger said.  “Yes, EOS, that makes you my daughter.  But, please, just keep calling me John.”

“Spoilsport,” Gordon sulked. “Hey, EOS.  If you’re John’s daughter that makes you my niece, so feel free to call me ‘Uncle’!”

“And me!” Alan chimed in. Scott shared another look with Virgil, and they silently agreed to stay out of it.

“Don’t encourage them, EOS,” John muttered, and the white ring of lights flared again.

“John does not wish me to,” she said.  “So I shall not.  After all, research suggests that daughters obey their fathers.”

Her hologram vanished, leaving behind a pair of gaping blonds.  John turned his attention to them.

“Thank you,” he said. “Now I have some explaining to do.” His hologram disappeared as well.

Scott shook his head in despair.  John was patient, but one day he’d get revenge on the teenagers.  Scott was quite content to remain a fly on the wall for the eventual payback.

In the meantime, he had the GDF to throw off the scent of his newly-named niece.  Not quite the way he’d imagined the family expanding.