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forever-rogue · 4 years ago

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Oblivious

A/N | This is just a little sweet fluff with Buckaroo. It’s also a late little happy birthday for @falcor-thee-luck-dragon! I hope you (and everyone else) enjoys!

Summary | You’d think Bucky wouldn’t be so oblivious but...he was.

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.9k

Warnings | language

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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James Buchanan Barnes aka Bucky Barnes was a man of many talents and had a vast knowledge of a variety of things. Sometimes, however, things were so obvious and clear that they went right over his head. You could hit him in the face with a 2x4 and he wouldn’t know what happened oblivious. Like the fact that you, his girlfriend of almost a year, had the strange and peculiar ability to communicate with animals. You’d never hid it, nor explicitly told him about it, thinking it would be funny to see how long it would take him to catch on. 330 days (and counting) in and he hadn’t.

Bucky grabbed his phone, scrolling through his social media feeds quickly before pulling up Spotify and turning to his secret indulgence playlist - classical Italian Opera. Yeah. It was just a thing he had happened to really like for no particular reason. The only other living souls in his apartment with him were Archie, your black and white speckled mutt and Alpine, Bucky’s snow white cat. You were currently out of town for work and had asked Bucky if he minded watching Archie, to which he had of course said yes. It was no secret that Archie loved Bucky almost as much as you and vice versa - he was the goodest boy as Bucky had proclaimed. Plus, the cat and dog got along like they were old best friends.

Trailing into the bathroom, he stripped off his t-shirt and pajama pants as Archie laid on the bed and offered him a dismissal look. Alpine was tucked into his side as she slept soundly, paying no attention to her owner.

As he turned on the shower and let the water warm up, he finished stripping off his clothes before deciding to sing along with his music as best as he could. Bucky didn’t speak Italian. It showed. But he was passionate about giving it all as he got ready to take on the day. Archie groaned as Bucky hit a particularly high note, burying his face under the soft duvet.

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“You ever gonna ask her the question?” Sam raised an eyebrow at Bucky as the two men walked alongside the creek. Bucky had decided that ice cream and a walk for Archie were called for, so he’d taken advantage of the nice weather and gone outside. Missing your company, despite you only having been gone for a few days, he’d called up Sam and convinced him to meet up. Not that it took much convincing; the men were as thick as thieves, no matter how much they denied it. Co-workers, partners - best friends.

“Umm,” Bucky’s eyes widened as he almost choked on his ice cream, awkwardly coughing to cover up his nerves. Sam just snickered in response as he realized he already had his answer. After a moment he slowly nodded, “I have the ring...it’s been sitting in the sock drawer.”

“Sock drawer,” Sam snorted and shook his head as a flush of red colored Bucky’s neck and ears, “classic. When are you going to do it?”

“I don’t know,” Bucky sighed as he broke off a piece of waffle cone and handed it to Archie, who had been listening in very intently, “I want to...but what if it’s too soon. We technically don’t even live together yet-”

“Doesn’t she like to spend her time at yours? She’s practically moved in...most of the stuff at your place is hers anyway,” Sam reminded him as Bucky made a small, noncommittal sound. It was true - when you’d first met Bucky his place had been minimal and bare. Now, with your time and touch, it felt like a home; a home you had lovingly built with him. Sam bumped Bucky’s shoulder with his, “just get it all done in one swoop. She’ll say yes.”

Archie made a small sound, agreeing with Sam as he rubbed his snout against Bucky’s thigh. He visibly relaxed as he nodded, hoping that this would be enough to psych him up, “I’ll think about it-”

“No thinking about it,” Sam tutted gently, “you’re going to do it. You’ve been a fool - a straight up head over heels in love fool - since you’ve met her. You’re going to ask.”

“Sam…”

“How long have you had the ring?”

“Sam.”

“Bucky.”

“A few weeks after we started dating,” Bucky cast his glance at the ground as warmth flushed up in his cheeks. He’d expected Sam to burst out in laughter, but luckily the other man said nothing, but a smile stretched across his features, “it seems so silly but you know..I just felt like I knew.”

“Sometimes you do,” Sam agreed, putting his arm around his shoulder and pulling him for a quick hug, “you just gotta do it, Buck. She won’t say no.”

Archie barked in response, looking between the two men, wagging his tail excitedly. Sam offered him a few pets before nodding in response.

“She comes home in a few days,” he couldn’t wait to pick you up from the airport and have you jump into his arms while he finally got to hold you again, “I’ve got until then to pluck up the courage.”

“Just don’t lay it on her right away…” Sam snorted as he picked Bucky running up to you immediately pouring his heart out to you. Not a good idea, “give her a moment to be calm and breath.”

“Shut up,” Bucky huffed as he finished the rest of his ice cream, “I’ve got this!”

“We’re all counting on that!”

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Bucky set the empty popcorn bowl back on the coffee table as he tried not to sniffle too loudly. His eyes were misty and burning with unshed tears as he watched whatever cheesy romance he had randomly selected. He pulled the soft blanket he was curled up in higher, savoring the fact that it still managed to have a faint bit of your smell on it. Alpine was curled up on the back of the couch, snoozing away while Archie was laying next to him, his head resting on Bucky’s thigh. He was on and off sleeping, but had peeped open an eye when he first heard Bucky sniffle.

“They’re in love,” he whispered gently, unsure if he was speaking to himself or talking to his furry companions. He was scratching Archie’s ears as he watched the scenes play out on the screen, “but they can’t be together. Their families would never allow it.”

Archie huffed lightly as he burrowed further into Bucky’s touch. It was the first time he’d seen the man get so emotional over the movie. Bucky had feelings, plenty of them, of course, but there was something about the movie he’d picked, combined with how much he was missing you that caused him to just lose it. It was like the dam had burst and his emotions were out of control.

He sat back and watched the rest of the movie in silence, a few tears running down his cheeks as he watched the love story play out. By the end of the movie, Archie was fully in his lap and Alpine was resting on his chest, “he left everything behind for her, so they could start a new life together far away. They really were next to meant to be together. It’s beautiful.”

The furry little ones were absolutely going to tell you about this.

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Archie yawned and slowly stretched before hopping down from the couch and heading towards Bucky’s bedroom. He tried to nose the door open as he learned to do, but was stopped when he found that it was closed all the way. His head tilted in curiosity and whined softly as he tried to see if Bucky was awake so he would let him in.

As soon as he did, the dog regretted it. All he could hear coming from inside was the soft sounds coming from Bucky. Soft moans and sounds and gentle whispers of your name. His eyes widened as the dog took off down the hall and ran back into the living room, flopping down on his dog bed and cuddling up to Alpine as he tried to empty his mind. All the poor dog had wanted to do was to sleep in the big soft bed - not be scarred for life.

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“Bucky!” as soon as you’d gotten cleared and walked through arrivals and gotten your single bag, you’d kept your eyes peeled for Bucky. It didn’t take long to find him, standing near the back, blue eyes scanning the arrivals with a hopeful little smile on his face. You almost dropped your bag as you ran over to him. As soon as you were in arm’s reach, you dropped everything to the ground, and Bucky effortlessly scooped you up in his arms. You threw your arms around his neck as he held you in a tight embrace, “James. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” he sighed in content, happy to have you in his arms once again. Everything about you set his soul on fire, as he held onto you as tightly as possible. After a moment, he slowly set you back down, but not before peppering your face in gentle kisses, “you’re so beautiful.”

“Bucky,” you reached up and gently touched his cheek, “you’re too much. I’m so glad to be home.”

“Not quite yet.”

“Sure I am,” you insisted quietly, “I’m here with you. You’re my home, Bucky.”

The small velvet box was practically burning a hole in his pocket as you looked at him like he was everything - your whole world (he was). Unable to form a proper sentence, he grabbed your face and pulled you close to him, crashing his lips onto yours, kissing you like you weren’t in the middle of a crowded airport. He could feel you smiling against his lips, reluctantly breaking apart from you only once you were both breathless.

“What was that for?” you asked shyly, feeling your face flush with warmth as he picked up your bags for you. You were watching him with pure adoration as he reached for your hand and laced your fingers together.

“Nothing,” he shrugged softly, “jus’ missed you is all, pretty girl.”

“I missed you too, Bucky,” you promised, “I love you.”

“I love you more than all the moon and stars, pretty girl.”

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“What?” you asked as Archie came into the kitchen and sat down, watching you intently as you finished up the cookies you had been working. Bucky was busy with Sam that afternoon, so you’d decided to make a little sweet treat for both of you. You’d been home for a few days and fallen into an easy routine, having opted to stay with Bucky for the time being rather than going back to your own place, “you’ve got something to say, I can tell.”

Just missed you. I like when you’re home, you and Bucky. And Alpine.

“I missed you too, buddy,” you promised, leaning over to his head a gentle pet, “did you have fun while I was gone?”

Yes. Bucky takes good care of me. I like Alpine too. She’s nice.

“I happen to like them a lot too,” you grinned at your friend, “I’m glad you do too. I think...I really love him, Archie. I think, no, I know - he’s the one.”

He thinks so too. He told Sam you’re the one - and us too.

“Really?” you almost dropped the cookies you were plating up in surprise as you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from squealing in excitement, “you’re not messing with me, are you?”

It’s true. He’s got...well, you’ll see. He likes romance movies apparently. And singing opera.

“Oh?”

He was watching a movie. He ate two bowls of popcorn and cried. He let me and Alpine sit on him though so it was okay. He sings opera when he showers in the morning. He’s not good but he tries.

“Archie! Don’t be a meanie,” you chuckled as you tried to picture the scene. It would have been hilarious to see. You’d always known Bucky had a soft side, you just didn’t know how soft, “but I will remember that and use it to my advantage when I want to watch a cheesy movie.”

Please do. He gives good pets when he’s in that mood. He always gives good pets.

“He’s a good man,” you grinned as you reached over the counter for a good treat that you easily tossed to him, “I really love him.”

He really loves you. One night I...never mind.

“No, no,” you shook your head as you waggled another treat at him, “out with it! Or I’ll hide all of your treats!”

Fine. But you didn’t hear it from me - I wanted to sleep in the big bed one night and the door was closed and I heard him. He was...saying your name.

Your brows narrowed in confusion for a moment as you pulled another treat out and twirled it in your fingers for a moment. Then you hit you, what he had meant, “oh. Oh. That is...good to know, I suppose.”

Not for me. I just wanted to sleep, not...hear that.

“Sorry buddy,” you snorted as you handed him another treat, “that will stay between us. Besides...he still doesn’t know we can communicate. I wonder if he’ll ever put two and two together?”

You could just tell him.

“But where’s the fun in that?” you teased as the door opened and Bucky walked in, a giant grin on his face. You looked at Archie and shot him a wink before turning to Bucky, “hello, my love. You’re just in time! Cookies are done and cooled!”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” Bucky came over and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before petting Archie, “I love you. Is someone here? I could have sworn you were talking to someone…”

“Nope,” you (half) lied, covering up with a brilliant smile, “just me and the dog and cat.”

“Oh,” he shrugged, thinking it was just his imagination, “what’s all this? Cookies - whatever for?”

“Just because I love you,” you grinned as Archie groaned and laid down, “both of you!”

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You stopped for a moment to catch your breath as you reached one of the peaks of the small mountain you and Bucky were hiking. It was a glorious day so you’d decided there was no better plan than to get out and enjoy nature. He had no problem at any point, even offering to piggy back you when you’d grown tired; you’d just defiantly stuck your tongue out at the super soldier and carried on.

“This view is absolutely breathtaking,” you looked over the small cliff, admiring the tranquil expanse of the woods in front of you. Bucky was at your side, his eyes on you the entire time.

“Yeah,” he agreed with a grin, “it’s pretty amazin’.”

“Bucky,” you turned around and rolled your eyes at him as he pulled you in for a kiss, causing you to break into a fit of giggles, “I’m all gross and sweaty!”

“Don’t care,” he insisted as his hands found purchase on your waist and pulled you closer against him, his lips already ghosting over yours, “jus’ want you, baby.”

“Bucky,” his name was soft on your lips, but before anything else could happen, you were stopped by a small, almost nervous little voice from up above.

Umm, hi! I don’t want to interrupt but…

You pulled back from Bucky for a moment before looking at the tree, where you found a small squirrel sitting on a branch and watching you both. Bucky was surprised for a moment but calmed when you gave his shoulder a squeeze and gently moved past him and towards your new friend.

“Hi,” you smiled at her and offered a smile, picking up an acorn and handing it over to her, “is everything alright?”

Oh yes. I just wanted to let you know there’s a big group of people coming. If you want some privacy you should go somewhere more secluded! They’re pretty loud, I don’t like big groups.

“Oh!” you giggled as you could only imagine the awkward scenario if you’d been caught, “thanks for the heads up! We’ll definitely get out of here. I’m sorry you have to deal with all the noise.”

It’s okay. I’m going back to my nest now! If you go down the hill, there’s a more private path that leads back down the mountain. There’s signs if you need them.

“Why thank you,” you grinned as you reached up and she let you pet her, “you’ve been very helpful. Maybe one day we’ll see each other again.“

No problem. I hope so too! Thank you for the acorn!

“Anytime,” you promised as she scurried away with her new treasure. You shook your head in amusement as you turned back around to Bucky, to find him watching you with wide eyes. He wasn’t quite sure what had just happened, almost wondering if he was hallucinating. Had you just gone mad and tried to speak to a squirrel? You laughed lightly at the shocked look on his features, “oh.”

“What was...what was that?” he asked as you rejoined him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His eyes were still scanning the branch the small squirrel had just occupied.

“She was just warning us that there’s a group of hikers coming our way and we should find someplace more private,” you said as if it was no big deal. It didn’t help Bucky in the slightest.

“She? A warning...how….That was a squirrel!”

“I was wondering if you’d ever put two and two together,” you laughed, almost doubling over in laughter, “I...Bucky, I don’t know how or why but I can communicate with animals.”

“You can….how long?!”

“Ever since I’ve been a child?” you held up your hands in earnest, “its something I’ve always been able to do. I don’t advertise it, obviously because people generally think I’m crazy, but I would think you of all people understand. It’s just been...fun to wait and see if you’d ever figure it out.”

“All those times…” he ran a hand over his face in exasperation and disbelief as you watched him in amusement. He was a brilliant, smart man but sometimes he was so oblivious. You couldn’t love him anymore if you tried, “it wasn’t just...a one sided conversation. It all makes sense now. Wow, that’s amazing! What a wonderful thing to possess.”

“I’ve always liked it,” you agreed, “it’s different, you know? But special in its own way.”

“Wait…” he mused for a moment, “so all those times...oh. H-how much have Archie and Alpine told you? Have they always talked to you?”

“Yup,” you crossed your arms over your chest, as you watched his neck and ears turn red, “those two in particular are very animated and over the top. They’re the worst little gossip duo. Almost like you and Sammy.”

“Of course they are,” he groaned as you reached for his hand and pulled him towards. He gave you a sheepish grin as you pressed a light kiss to his knuckles, “they told you about the movie, huh?”

“Archie,” you confirmed, “but he did say you gave him the best pets.”

“Did he tell about...oh no,” this time his whole face was a brilliant crimson, “I-I…”

“Oh stop,” you teased, “I’m flattered and honored. It’s not like I don’t do the same when I’m not with you.”

“Really?” he perked up with pride as you just nodded in amusement, “well then. Wait - did he tell you about Sam?”

“He said you went on a walk with him but that was it,” you shrugged, “nothing really. I do know that he loves you and Alpine very much. And so do I, obviously.”

“Okay,” he relaxed slightly as you took his hand and started to lead him towards the more secluded path your little squirrel had told you about. The box in his pocket was once again burning a hole, “good.”

“Everything okay, Bub?” you asked as he just nodded, lips pursed as he fell into step behind you. Something was definitely off, but you weren’t going to push him on it. If anything, you knew he’d come around and speak his mind about what was going on. He usually always did.

A silence, one neither tense nor uncomfortable, fell over the two of you as you walked down the quiet trail. It was beautiful - lush greenery and newly bloomed plants everywhere. At one point you stopped and pulled out your phone to take a few pictures of the natural beauty. Bucky had been so lost in his own thoughts, his heart practically pounding in his chest and consuming every part of him that he almost bowled into you and knocked you over.

“James!” it was somewhere between a groan and laugh as he caught you in his arms in order to keep you from tumbling into a bunch of bushes. You were face to face with Bucky, looking at him intently as he steadied you, “alright, something’s up. Come on - out with it. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I umm...marry me?” all the speeches he had gone over and planned wet out the window as he just stared at you with nervous eyes. You’d been so taken aback by his sudden question that you took a step back and gave him a curious expression. Bucky’s stomach was in absolute knots as he wondered if he’d just fucked everything up.

“W-what?” your voice was a small squeak, as you tried to see if he was just pulling your leg. But his gaze never wavered, “what did you just ask me?”

“I…” he stopped over a moment before reaching into his pocket with trembling hands and pulling out a small box. Your eyes widened in response as you realized that was not joking at all, further evidenced when he popped it open and showed you the ring inside. Your mouth dropped open when it all came together, “I thought the whole proposal would go a lot differently than this but umm...yeah. Will you marry me? That’s what I’m trying to ask...I’m glad Archie hadn’t spoiled that for you.”

“No,” you shook your head as you already felt tears pricking at your eyes, “he definitely didn’t. I thought he might have been holding something back, but I...I had no idea.”

“I know it hasn’t even been a year yet, but I feel like when you know someone 's the one..you know,” he admitted softly, “and I know you’re the one. The one I want to spend the rest of my life with, the one I want to call my wife...my everything.”

“James,” you looked between him and the ring a few more times before swallowing the lump in your throat, “gods, I am so in love with you. There was never a doubt in my mind that it was meant to be you. Yes, of course yes.”

“Really?!”

“Of course,” you beamed at him, “I love you, Bucky. You’re my forever.”

“Forever,” he breathed softly, “I like the sound of that.”

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castielle-deanna · 4 years ago

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Destiel fanfic masterlist

My Destiel fanfics in decreasing word count order:

Hold me tight or don't (Explicit, words: 37,677)

Tags: Canon Compliant up to 15x13 // First Kiss // Domesticity in the Men of Letters Bunker // Conversations in the Impala // falling!Castiel // New Relationship // First Time // Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent // Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love //Art Embedded //soundtrack

Summary: With Jack’s soul now back, the four inhabitants of the Bunker are working on establishing a new routine. Between hunts, God’s wrath hanging over their heads and Castiel’s dwindling grace, the angel is not particularly eager to mention his deal to the Winchesters. With everything that’s going on, allowing himself to be happy sounds impossible anyway, right? Wrong…

With art by the fantastic @lizleeships

“Why now?” The angel asked quietly, taking a small step back.

Dean's fingers tightened on the tie he'd been holding onto as if it was a lifeline. “You said we were real. I want to believe it.”

“Even if it ends in pain?”

“Cas, everything I do ends there, eventually. There is always a bigger, heavier, smellier shoe waiting to drop. Holding back in fear of it doesn't make it any smaller, lighter or... or... “

“Less odoriferous?” Cas offered.

“Is that even a real word?”

“It is, indeed.”

“Sometimes you sound like you eat dictionaries and Victorian novels for breakfast,” Dean shook his head, grinning.

My unintended (Explicit, words:10,202)

Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending // Post-Episode: s15e20 Carry On // FUCK CANON! // Saving Dean Winchester - Retconning the finale - The fangirl business // Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss // Castiel/Dean Winchester First Time Having Sex // Slow and Romantic Sex // Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester

Summary: At first, Castiel is ready to honour his part of the deal with the Empty, but then Jack shows up with distressing news...

With art by the fantastic @jeanne-de-valois

Cas heaves Dean into a bridal carry, struggling under his weight, but still he shifts slightly when Sam moves closer to help. He knows he needs to stop keeping Sam away, because it’s not fair, and it’s not what Dean wants anyway, but Sam accepts it and simply hangs back with a nod before he speaks again.

“I also know it’s not my business, but… do you think you could talk to Dean once he’s up for it? I’m not blind, or stupid. You two have to stop only holding each other like that when one of you is hurt or dead.”

Love me right (Explicit, words: 2,436)

Tags: Established Castiel/Dean Winchester // Porn with Feelings // Dean Winchester Wears Panties // Light Bondage // Panty Kink // Wing Kink // Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester // Light Dom/sub // Dom Castiel/Sub Dean Winchester // Light BDSM // Dean and Castiel watch porn then recreate it

Summary: Dean asks to be tied up - who's Cas to say no to that? Written for a prompt by @winchester-reload on Patreon: "Thee Pink Panties"

“I want you to tie me up,” Dean blurts out one morning, closer to being asleep than awake still. He has no idea if Cas is even in the bedroom with him - for once, the angel is not curled around Dean with his whole body, their limbs entwined to the point where they can’t tell where one of them ends and the other begins, cliché as it is.

There’s no reply, so Dean lifts his head and blinks the grogginess away to look around. Cas is in the room, sitting cross-legged on the green couch by the wall with an open book in his lap but he’s staring at Dean with eyes so comically wide Dean would think it humanly impossible if he wasn’t seeing it with his own eyes.

“For fun,” Dean adds in hopes that Cas catches his meaning. The angel looks slightly less taken aback at that, but he still appears confused and tilts his head as if a slightly different angle would help with unraveling the mystery of Dean's words. “During sex, Cas.”

Rewind the exit (Teen And Up Audiences, words: 2,408)

Tags: Post-Episode: s15e18 Despair // Fix-It // Grief/Mourning // Angst with a Happy Ending // Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love // Grieving Dean Winchester // Grieving Sam Winchester

Summary: "Rewinding the exit wound, I'm holding on to you 'Cause I need words like anyone, and I need love like everyone With those words I'm strong enough, and I need love like everyone." (Rewind the exit by Volbeat) Obligatory 15x18 fix-it.

The Bunker is haunted. It's haunted by two faint apparitions of humanity who mostly pass each other by in the corridors like ships in the night, silent and distant.

Dean prays. Every morning, every evening, and most waking hours between the two, he prays. He doesn't know if Cas can hear him, but the faith that he can is all Dean has, so it has to be enough.

It's not enough. Yet Dean clings to it, because if he doesn't have that, he doesn't have anything.

Bite me (Mature, words: 1,407)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence // Vampire Dean Winchester // Mild Blood!Kink (comes with the territory) // Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss

Summary: After Dean gets turned into a vampire during S06E05 - Live Free or Twi-hard, instead of going to Lisa's, he prays to Cas. Written for a prompt by winchester-reload on Patreon: "Vampire!Dean having a Cas snack"

“I can get you through this, and then we’ll burn any other bridges as we get to them,” Cas says earnestly.

“That’s not how the saying… you know what, never mind. I don’t want to get through this! I told you to kill me!” Dean pushes Cas away, but the angel holds onto both of his shoulders to stabilise him until Dean shakes him off in defiance. “Fucking stubborn angel, why can’t you just do as you’re told?”

“Because I’ve decided to disregard stupid orders!” Cas shoots back, and his previous stoicism is gone entirely. His eyes flare faintly with the light of his grace as he shrugs off his trenchcoat and goes to work on loosening his tie.

I wanna get you back again (Mature, words: 1,176)

Tags: Post-Episode: s15e18 Despair // Canon Divergence // Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss

Summary: Dean breaks into the Empty to save Cas. Written for a prompt by winchester-reload on Patreon: "Come on and lay it down/I've always been with you/Here and now/Give all that's within you/Be my Savior"

“Am I wrong in assuming that our friend who has the fashion sense of a flasher wasn’t the only one in love?” Balthazar smirked.

“Huh?”

Balthazar rolled his eyes. “Bit slow on the uptake, aren’t we? You know what, don’t answer that,” he shrugged, rolling right over Dean’s indignant splutter. “I’m talking about Castiel.”

“I know!”

“So which part of my question was confusing then?”

“Fuck you, Feather Boa, the Empty is trying to push me out and you want to chat?” Dean scoffed, trying to stomp his way past him.

“Your trenchcoated boyfriend is that way,” Balthazar said dryly, pointing to his left.

Forward is just the way ahead (General Audiences, words: 1,091)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor // Baby Jack Kline // Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent // Tattoo Artist Dean Winchester // Single Parent Castiel

Summary: Tattoo artist Dean falls for client. Written for a prompt by winchester-reload on Patreon: "Cas getting tattooed by Dean (or the other way around)"

“So,” Dean began, “It’s a simple black design, correct? Four rows of symbols?”

“Yes. It’s actually a warding-slash-protection spell in Enochian, the language of Biblical angels. There’s… well, there’s a story to it,” Cas chuckled.

“Is part of that story that you were named after an angel?”

Cas’ chuckle changed into full-blown laughter. “Yes. I have to say I wasn’t expecting you to know that. In fact, all my siblings have angel names, except for Luke, but only because they wouldn’t allow my parents to officially name him Lucifer…”

Waffles or kisses (Mature, words:1,026)

Tags: Domestic Fluff // Domestic Castiel/Dean Winchester // Established Castiel/Dean Winchester // Domesticity in the Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural)

Summary: Cas tries to make breakfast for Dean - it doesn't quite work out... Written for a prompt by winchester-reload on Patreon: "Great British Bake Off contestants with fewer clothes and lots of flour!" I have nefariously tweaked the prompt to allow me to play in the canon!verse.

“You look like one of the Great British Bake Off contestants, but with fewer clothes... and lots of flour, what the hell are you even doing?” Dean guffaws.

“Is that Dean?” A slightly tinny female voice comes from somewhere underneath the bowls, and it takes a moment for Dean to recognise it.

“Hi Jody!”

“Am I on speaker?”

“Yes,” Cas says, rolling his eyes. Dean finds that his behaviour is not unlike Miracle’s after the dog got caught chewing Sam’s 3rd pair of slippers to shreds, and the comparison draws another laugh out of him.

“Hi, Dean,” Jody says warmly. “Nice to hear your voice, though it would be even nicer if you were the one calling, rather than hijacking a conversation between Cas and I…”

Dean ducks his head as Jody’s “mom voice” tries to work its magic on him. “I’m not hijacking anything! Can someone explain why my kitchen and my… Cas are head-to-toe covered in flour?”

“I was trying to make waffles for breakfast,” Cas replies barely audibly, looking down, shoulders drooping.

With those words I'm strong enough (Mature, words: 703)

Tags: Dean Winchester Deserves to be Happy // Dean Winchester's Birthday // Established Castiel/Dean Winchester // Non-Explicit Sex // Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love // Dean Winchester Says "I Love You" // Pillow Talk // Dean Winchester Lives // fuck 15x20

Summary: It's Dean's birthday and Castiel doesn't waste a single second to wish him a happy one (Utter finale denial and slight sap below.)

“Where did you go, my love?” Cas asks, ruffling Dean’s hair, curling a longer-than-usual strand of it around his index finger.

“Thinking.”

“Uh-oh, that’s never a good thing,” Cas deadpans and Dean whacks his upper arm with very little force. “Ow.”

“Sarcastic asshole in one moment, drama queen the next,” Dean grumbles, and he fully intends to kiss it better, but before he could get around to it, he’s pushed onto his back and there’s a former angel of the Lord straddling him with a grin on his face.

Domestic (General Audiences, words: 462)

Tags: Domestic Fluff // Established Castiel/Dean Winchester // Fallen Angel Castiel // Suptober 2020

Summary: Middle-of-the-night Destiel chat. Just a lightning-quick ficlet as my first and possibly only entry to Suptober 2020. The prompt was 'domestic'

“Of all the human things, the constant need to urinate is the worst,” Castiel complained as he slid under the covers with a yawn.

“The worst?” Dean huffed in sleepy amusement. “Being shot is worse. Broken bones. A toothache…”

“They are worse, but they are temporary. Urinating is permanent. I will have to put up with it for the rest of my life.”

#Destiel #Destiel fanfic #DeanCas fanfic #creativecaviar #fanfic masterlist #destiel masterlist #Destiel fic #DeanCas fic

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jeeperso · 4 years ago

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D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft, Hazlan Arc, part 1

"Killing's not working and murders all we’re good at!" "I’m good at lots of…" "And murders all we’re good at."

"Chipmunk droppings, I just got this nice cloak and my daggers enchanted. This stinks like a badger who hasn't bathed in months."

“I can do horrible. But, sure, whatever.” "I'm sure there are easier ways to get a harem for yourself, that don't come with as many strings attached."

"Wrong head. This one is much more swelled."

"Let's hope if we ignore it then it will do the same and then bugger off." “We def gonna have to kill it by end of day.” "Worse, I'd hate for us to agitate it and it turn out to be some sort of.... delivery head..." “It’s what I’d use for messages if I was a forked up Wizard.”

"You don't intimidate me." He says, clearly intimidated.

“If it makes you feel better, now I only have to roll one body into the ditch.”

"We've no quarrel with you. Stand aside, or barter like...and he ran off..."

"There we go. Nice and non-violent." “You mispronounced 'boring'.”

"I'm going to keep a look out in case someone competent tries to ambush us."

“Besides, I’m like… a free lance peacekeeping agent. For certain definitions of peace. And keeping. And all the other words really.”

"Okay, just what is that, an ogre, a hill giant, or something else?" “Can I kill this one?”

"A silver piece says Tiny is as likely to attack them as us."

"Unfortunately we were testing a modified growth potion one day and I drew the short straw."

"I figured as much. You're ill equipped, your tactics are amateurish, and you don't respond well when things don't go your way. Screams desperate with few options." "You don't have to rub it in man." “You tried to rob us. Twice. And we didn’t kill you. Even though I kinda want to.”

“I dunno, the one with horns is screaming that he’s got some cool shit we can steal.” "I am Nima Galzona, Necromancer, and apprentice to the great Hazlik." “Jonni Humantorch, genie fucker.”

"I'm...not comfortable riding inside a giant mouth. Bad experience with a dire mole once."

"Do necromancers just lose the ability to smell? Or they just get so used to the scent of decay that it doesn't bother them any more?"

"So anyone else get the feeling that 'murders' is going to be a drastic understatement about what's wrong here? I don't get the impression that a crime spree merits wizard attention."

Today however the streets are strangely sparse, as you head to where the caravan usually sets up, you find out why. “Please be fire, please be fire, please…”

Death to all witches and workers of magic, repent and pray the gods show thee mercy, for I have none. --The Witchfinder. “Oh, sweet! Someone they’ll give me money to set on fire!”

“I don’t use magic. The universe just knows I’m awesome.”

"Oh boy... shits about to get political." Jonni stops and puts the torches she was gonna start selling back.

At this point Nima turns around and unleashes a massive skull shaped fireball into the air high above the crowd. “Nice add on. 9/10.”

“Which remind me, if you cast speak with dead, and speak with plants, can you talk to chairs?”

"I threatened to pick you up like an angry poodle once, am not afraid to do it again."

"I'll go along, someone needs to make sure Jonni doesn't set stuff on fire we need intact."

"I wonder what kind of experiment it must have been to have so many people..." "I can guarantee you won't like the answer." OOC: Let's be optimistic. Maybe it was an experiment in self-sustainable farming to improve the local ecosystem. OOC: Narrator: it was not.

"Why can't we ever go anywhere nice? I can vaguely remember nice places used to exist somewhere at some point."

"Okay, who broke the moon?" OOC: Who knows in this savage land of sorcery and super science. "Wait, he can break a moon! Umm, we should avoid him for a long, long time." "This is his domain after all. That or some race of lunatic ratmen who thought it was made of Ruminating Rock."

Just a single row of normal sized bricks, about ankle height. "Its a trap, get an axe."

“Marsh, we can make you a new hand, right?”

“Shove it in.....Are we still saying 'phrasing'?”

"Goggles on, things are weird." “Here weird or 'coke party in the City of Brass' weird?”

"You know how I was wondering about why we never go anywhere nice? Well now we are somewhere nice and I don't trust it at all."

“Hey, so what are you doing after work?” Pause. "I do not have that information." “Well, this is Hell, let’s burn it down. Burn it all down!”

"Hold on, I speak attraction." (POSTER'S NOTE: As in theme park, not sex.)

"That information is classified. Please give administrator passcode." "A Wizard did it." "Passcode accepted." "I can't believe that worked." “My second guess was ‘ruminating powder.’”

"Yeah.. The others seem to be currently living-impaired.." “Let’s check my newest victim first then.”

“Hey, slim! Look alive! I wanna discuss mass burial techniques!”

"Talk! Fast! Or steam loud!”

"It is wrong to murder a defenseless mage in cold blood. It is wrong to murder a defenseless mage in cold blood. It is wrong to..."

OOC: Marshal is of the opinion we don't kill him for a long time.

OOC: So what this session has taught us is like everywhere else in Ravenloft, The Weird Wizard Wasteland SUCKS!

Gorbash: okay… so… how do we finally get out of here? Domain lord: Only the Dark Powers could let you out. Edmund: So we need to talk to them. Domain Lord: Literally no one ever has. You’d have to cause a catastrophic amount of attention to maybe get their attention. Jonni: …. My hour has come at last. "Time to kill a monster. And it is self-defense if he summons a monster intent on murdering us." “Sure. Let’s go with that.” "Hi, if you are watching this. I am dead. I assume you killed me, but that was a mistake..." "It really wasn't." "Must run faster. Must run faster. Not getting caught in another dimensional implosion. Must run faster." Escape collapsing grad thesis, first! “Yeah, let’s let Marsh calm him down while we check to see if that loser left anything interesting out here." You find a very interesting ant. The tiny, angry sun is back in the sky. "Don't make eye contact..." "That’s my purse! I don’t know you!” Jonni somehow kicks the sun in the balls. "Beware! We have fortified waffles! They can concuss at 50 paces." “Crab people. Or more fucked up Wizard experiments. 50/50 odds.” OOC: Doctors without Domain Borders. "We only want the food and clothes." "And we just want shinies.” "Money is no use to us, no one would take it from us." “Oh, you just gotta know how to talk to them. Grab em by the short and hairies first.” "As said, my waffles are well fortified. They can be used as throwing stones." "And as a professional, I would advise not swimming five hours after eating one." "Really Jonni, I don't mind the way you speak.. but it might not hurt to try to limit the goading to people who CAN'T wipe us from existence?" “Killing me only proves I was right.” “Hey, we were bonding over our opinion on casual murder!” OOC: Her two diametrically opposed sides! Her evil side! And her indifferent side! "We never truly die, this will avail you nothing." “Yeah? I bet kinda dying still hurts like a mother forker though.” OOC: Slab of iron with which I have lived, strike now one last heart of dickery… “Sorry not sorry we killed your folks!”

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #ravenloft

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cordonian-literature · 5 years ago

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The Aftermath - Ch. 3

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Summary: The Beaumonts find out about Riley’s condition

A/N: I know the last chapter was Liam and Drake, but their first encounter with Riley is actually here, in the preview. Check it out if you haven’t yet!

Word Count: ~3.4k

Warning: Mention of character death

*All characters belong to Pixelberry, except those that are unique to my story (I’ve also used some characters and fictional instances from Donna Tartt’s “The Goldfinch��)*

Catch up here!

Tags: @captain-kingliamsqueen @marshmallowsaremyfavorite @gkittylove99 @lovablegranny @loudbluebirdlover @mom2000aggie @kingliam2019 @queenrileyrose @shanzay44 @cordonianroyalty @hopefulmoonobject @hopelessromanticmonie @cinnamonspongecake

- Maxwell -

“If it be true that thee shall not cease insulting mine own family nameth, then I dare thee to a battleth!”

“A hurlyburly thee sayeth? Well, then I'll seeth thee on the dueling ground!”

“Ah, but this isn't a normal battleth, because I dare thee to a breakdance hurlyburly!”

“But I knoweth not how to doth the breaketh danceth!”

“Thou art a blinking idiot, and were bound to loseth!”

“Uncle Max, why do I always have to play the character that loses?” Bartie tosses his copy of the script on the coffee table.

“Because I’m the one with the killer dance moves!” Maxwell strikes a pose. “You only get to where I am after a lifetime of practice, muffin, and you’ve still got a long way to go.”

“But can’t you lose to me at least once?” Bartie picks up the booklet and starts flipping through the pages. “Like how you pretended to lose to Count Appleton in a rap battle, but then won against him in another rap battle in the next scene!”

“That was to catch him off-guard! I gained his trust and then his respect,” Maxwell argues

“Don’t you want my character’s trust and respect?”

“Your character keeps insulting my character’s family name!” Maxwell cries.

“Whatever.” He throws the booklet back down. “I’m going go to my room for a little while.”

“Wanna run through your fork placement again?”

“No, I’m okay. I’ve got it down. Thank you, though.” Bartie heads up the stairs towards his room.

“I’ll see you at dinner, muffin,” Maxwell calls. He plops onto the couch and begins to reread his script as Savannah walks into the room.

“So how was rehearsal?” she questions. “Did you get a chance to teach Bartie that move you were talking about?”

He shakes his head. “No, we didn’t get to it. Don’t think the little muffin is interested in breakdancing, so I won’t bother him anymore.”

Savannah doesn’t say anything. Maxwell had started working on his breakdance opera years ago after he tried to finish his novel but then gave up on it, claiming the topic was too depressing. He tried his best to get Bartie interested in his opera, even though Bertrand said it wasn’t appropriate for a boy of his status to be learning how to breakdance instead of perfecting the Cordonian Waltz. In the beginning, Bartie was thrilled that he got to spend more time with his Uncle Maxwell, but as time went on the boy became bored and started to look more towards Uncle Drake for some fun — which Bertrand thought was even more inappropriate (”My boy should be learning how to properly host the royal family, not learning how cut wood or put up a tent!”), though he allowed it after Savannah insisted — and so Maxwell felt increasingly alone at Ramsford.

He could spend some time with Liam and Drake in the capital, but both men were so closed off lately that the air around them would become stifling. He wanted to plan a trip to Shanghai so the Beaumonts could visit Hana, but Bertrand was always so caught up with maintaining the estate — and he never let Maxwell help him — that a moment to relax as a family was uncommon.

At dinner, Bartie half-heartedly explained to his father how his lessons had gone. Bertrand asked Bartie if he wanted to do some work with him tonight, just to get a feel of what it was like to run the estate, but Bartie simply shrugged and walked off without finishing his dinner.

Bertrand was about to go after him and demand Bartie to return to his seat, but Savannah put a hand on his shoulder and told her husband to let the boy go.

“He’s not feeling too well lately,” she reasoned. “Let him go. If he wants to talk to us he will.”

“There is no reason for him to be behaving in such a manner. I will remind him tomorrow morning, and I will make sure he sits with me... he needs to learn how to run the house sooner or later, and the former would be most preferable.” Bertrand took a sip of his wine.

Even though House Beaumont’s finances had improved tremendously over time, Bertrand was still obsessed with keeping everything in order, almost desperate to make sure there was no chance of any sort of decline happening again. He wouldn’t hear anyone who tried to tell him that he should take a break or loosen up a little.

“Go easy on him,” Maxwell suggests. “He’s been working really hard on his lessons and barely gets any time to go outside.”

“He needs to spend his time learning all he can so he can be a reputable duke when the time comes!”

“Bertrand, please,” Savannah says. “He’s just having a couple bad days. It’s normal.”

Bertrand sighs. “I don’t understand why he feels this way. Just last week he was fine. What happened now?”

“He went to Drake’s this weekend, so maybe he misses him,” Savannah speculates.

“I’ll call him up later,” Maxwell declares. “It’s been a while since I’ve talked to my old pal. I kinda miss him, too.”

The three finish their meal in quiet, but Maxwell sits impatiently for the moment he could jump up and go call Drake.

After their plates were taken away, Maxwell said his good nights to Savannah and Bertrand and raced up the stairs towards Bartie’s room.

He knocks on the door and waits for Bartie to unlock it. “Yes?” Bartie says.

“I thought we could give Uncle Drake a call! It’s been a couple days since you’ve seen him and it’s been a while since I’ve talked to him.”

“It’s barely been two days,” Bartie scoffs. “But alright, I guess.”

Bartie goes to sit next to Maxwell on the edge of the bed and leans in while they wait for Drake to answer the FaceTime call.

He declines the call. Maxwell calls again, Drake declines again.

“Maybe he’s busy?” Bartie wonders aloud.

“It’s more likely that he just doesn’t want me bothering him.” Maxwell’s phone vibrates. “He texted me!”

On flight. Will call in morning.

“He’s traveling? Where? Do you think His Majesty sent him away again?” Bartie asks.

“I don’t really know. Hopefully he’ll keep his promise and call back in the morning. Until then there’s not much we can do.” Maxwell sighs and stands up, ruffling Bartie’s hair. “Good night, muffin. Sleep well.”

In his room, Maxwell lays in bed thinking of all the places Drake could be going. Olivia was the one who led independent investigations and never told anything to anyone else until she was sure of what she had, so it was unlikely Drake had gone to find something upon her suggestion. Maxwell had tried to reach out to Riley through social media, but soon after he contacted her, she’d deleted all of her accounts, blocked his number, and blocked his email — then when they tried to trace her number through Olivia’s phone, they reached a dead end.

Drake on the other hand, did work together with Maxwell and Olivia, but also with the division of the King’s Guard that Liam had made to search for Riley. Their king was constantly sending out people to thoroughly examine every place that yielded even the smallest hint of a lead. Rarely was anything found, and when it was, it was either useless or highly questionable.

Recently, they were having difficulty finding new leads — they had already checked so many places around the world that it was hard to think of any place they may have disregarded. That was when Liam and Drake started distancing themselves even further. Maxwell knew they usually spent time together near the end of the week, but when Drake suggested Bartie visit over the weekend, Maxwell knew that both men had started losing hope.

The next morning during another quiet meal, Maxwell noticed Savannah stealing glances at her son.

“Did Uncle Drake call you back yet?” Bartie directed his question towards Maxwell.

“No,” Maxwell said, his mouth stuffed with blueberries and waffles. “I’ll check in on him in a few.”

Bertrand continued the conversation by telling everyone what he planned to do for the rest of the day. Maxwell could tell that he was trying to get Bartie to want to work with him. He was glad Bertrand wasn’t pushing Bartie too much, and was sure that Savannah had probably talked to him about it last night.

After breakfast, Maxwell gave Drake a call, but it went straight to voicemail. Maxwell left a message asking Drake to get back to him.

In an attempt to get Bartie out of the house before his tutor showed up, Maxwell went to his door and tried to persuade his nephew to go on a jog with him.

“Maybe later,” Bartie called out from inside his room. “I’m a little tired right now.”

Some time after noon, Drake still hadn’t called back. Finishing his lunch, Maxwell decides to give Drake a call to make sure everything was alright.

The phone rings for so long Maxwell thinks Drake isn’t going to answer, but then hears his voice from the other side: “Hey, Maxwell.”

“Drake!” Maxwell shouts. “What’s happening? You said you’d call this morning but then you didn’t.”

“Sorry about that,” Drake’s voice doesn’t seem directed at Maxwell, who can tell that he’s distracted. “Got caught up.” There’s people talking in the background, but Maxwell can’t tell who it is or what they’re saying.

“So where did you fly off to?” he asks.

Drake doesn’t answer. The people in the background keep talking. After a few seconds, Drake’s voice is more purposeful when he says to Maxwell, “Listen. Liam and I are in New York. We’re with Riley.”

The rest of Drake’s monologue cuts out as her name echoes through Maxwell’s mind.

Riley? Our Riley? They found little blossom? How long has it been? Ten years? Almost eleven? Feels like a hundred.

Are they there to bring her back? Does she even want to come back? Would she want to see me, the person who set in motion the series of events that led to her name being dragged through the mud, to her disappearance, to heartbreak?

“New York?” Maxwell finally brings himself to speak through the lump in his throat. “Little blossom’s in New York? When did you find out?”

“Like I said, we found out just last night.” Maxwell didn’t want to mention that he wasn't listening when Drake had said that.

“Is... is she alright? Have you talked to her? What did she say?”

“Pay attention, Maxwell,” Drake scolds through his teeth.

“I was paying attention! But if you would be so kind as to repeat what you said....”

“She was visiting a museum and there was a bomb. She’s in New York Presbyterian, and we’re here, too. She got a serious head injury and had surgery on Sunday. Her legs are pretty beat up, but the doctor says some rest will help her get back on her feet within a few weeks.”

“Where is she?” Maxwell yells. “Are you with her?”

Drake sighs. “No, not at the moment. The doctor and a nurse checked her and said they wanted to take her for another CT scan to see if there was anything they might have overlooked.”

“So you... you didn’t speak to her at all?”

“I didn’t, no, but Liam did before they took her away. He won’t tell me what she said.”

“So she is talking, right? She’s alright, technically? Nothing permanent?”

“I don’t know, Maxwell. I’ll let you know what happens when they bring her back.”

“Let me talk to her. I want to see my little blossom,” Maxwell requests. Drake says something, but his voice is far away. He’s talking to someone else, and doesn’t bring the phone back to his ear. “Drake? Hello?”

The line disconnects. Maxwell stands there, shocked. His feet were rooted in place as he stares down at his phone.

Did they really find Riley? If they did, could they convince her to return?

I was the one who convinced her to come to Cordonia in the first place. I should be there helping bring her back.

“BERTRAND!” Maxwell shrieks, running out the room towards the study.

“What happened?” Savannah screams as Maxwell flies past her.

“BERTRAND!” he calls again, announcing his arrival.

When he opens the door to the study, Bertrand is on the phone, staring at Maxwell with a grim face. “My apologies, sir, but I will have to call you back,” he says to the person on the other end, hanging up. He stands. “What on Earth was that Maxwell? I’m on an important phone call and you come dashing in, screeching my name like a banshee! Do you understand how incompetent that looks?”

Maxwell knows he’s about to be at the receiving end of another one of Bertrand’s never-ending lectures, but he doesn’t care. He’s jittery and out of breath, but in between pants manages to say, “Liam and Drake found Riley. They’re with her right now. We have to go.”

Stunned, Bertrand takes a step back. “Riley?! Uh, er... Lady Riley?” He clears his throat, composing himself, but can’t get the words out. “They’ve... they’ve.... Where is she? His Majesty is with her?”

“In New York. Yes, he's there with Drake.”

Bertrand blinks. He finally manages a solemn voice and asks, “She is well, I hope?”

Maxwell shakes his head. Moments pass, with Bertrand deep in thought. Maxwell worries about what his brother will say next.

“Everything alright in here?” Savannah walks in. “Saw Maxwell run past and wanted to make sure that nothing was wrong.”

“His Majesty and Drake have found Lady Riley.” Bertrand’s voice is more prominent now.

“What?” Savannah brings a hand over her mouth.

Confidently, he declares, “Maxwell and I will be joining them in New York as soon as possible. I am sorry to leave you and Bartie, my dear,” he sighs, “but we must go. She is still House Beaumont, after all.”

After a moment, Savannah says, “We’ll come with you. I want to see her, too, and I know Bartie would enjoy the trip.”

Bertrand’s mind is already racing, and he doesn’t have the heart to tell his wife that he wants her to stay here. She seemed certain of herself, and so he would not dissuade her. “Alright then,” he replies.

“Aw yeah!” Maxwell cries. “Family vacation!”

“Yes, yes, now go pack,” Bertrand commands. “I’ll prepare a flight for us. We must go quickly. Time is of the essence.”

...

On the flight, Maxwell and Bertrand anxiously look out of their windows. Savannah talks to Bartie about the appeals of New York — after him and his mother had come back from Paris, the family had never taken Bartie out of Cordonia, and since Bertrand was persistent in having Bartie receive his education at the hands of tutors, the boy was never given the time to travel with his family, nor did he have any friends who could either relate to him or tell him tales of their travels.

Eventually, Bartie gets tired and takes a nap. Maxwell feels tired as well, but the excitement to see Riley again doesn’t stop sending jolts through his body. They were so close to her. So close to having her with them, and having everything be the way it should have been from the beginning.

Hours later, he wakes up Bartie and tells him that they’ve landed.

Once they’re out of the airport, Bertrand manages to tag down a driver. They drop off Savannah and Bartie at the hotel where they got a last minute reservation. When Maxwell and Bertrand are outside the hospital, Maxwell jumps out of the car and races inside.

“Maxwell!” Bertrand calls in a stiff whisper. Maxwell slows down and matches Bertrand’s pace. They walk up to the receptionist, who’s having a discussion with a doctor. They wait for her to notice them, and after a few moments Maxwell debates running off to try and find Riley’s room himself, but Bertrand clears his throat and asks, “Excuse me, could either one of you direct me towards Miss Riley Brooks? She’s a patient here, I believe.”

The doctor looks up. “Are one of you her designated support person?”

“No, not exactly—.”

“We’re family.” Maxwell chimes in. “We just heard what happened and flew in from Europe.”

“Visiting hours are over,” the doctor says. “You fellas can come back at nine in the morning. ‘Til then I can’t help you.”

“You will tell me where she is or you will face the wrath of House Beaumont’s lawyers!” Bertrand shouts.

“Beaumont? That your last name?” the doctor interrogates.

“Yes and—.”

“The lady’s last name is Brooks. Clearly, you guys aren’t family. I’m gonna need you two to leave. Unless you want me to get security?”

Bertrand looks at the doctor, fuming, ready to give him the worst tongue lashing the man has ever experienced, but someone grips his and Maxwell’s shoulders.

“They’re with me, Doc,” Drake says. “I’ll take them to Miss Brooks and there’ll be no more trouble. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

Drake leads the two of them away from reception and towards the ICU.

“Drake!” Maxwell exclaims, putting an arm around his friend’s shoulder. “Thanks for that. We really needed it.”

“Yes,” Bertrand adds. “It was much appreciated. Now, where is Lady Riley?”

“Did they find everything alright after the CT scan?” Maxwell asks.

Drake sighs. “Riley’s asleep right now. Today must have been stressful for her, I imagine. You guys can talk to her in the morning.”

Maxwell is about to repeat his question when he notices Liam sitting in the ICU waiting room, looking at the floor. “Liam!” he calls.

When Liam looks up, Maxwell looks in shock at his red, swollen eyes.

“What happened?” Maxwell breathes. The air in his lungs is suddenly painful.

“She—,” he looks back down and speaks slowly, as if every word sent a stab to his chest. “She didn’t remember me. She looked me right in the eye and asked me who I was.” His voice cracks, and he puts his head in his hands.

Maxwell takes a seat next to Liam, but says nothing. Bertrand stands in shock, staring at his king breaking down. Brows furrowed in confusion, he looks at Drake. “What does that mean?”

“She lost her memory.” Drake answered in a quiet voice. Every word seemed to break him. “The doctors didn’t tell us everything, but they told us that they doubted she even knew who she was. After they brought her from the CT scan and explained everything to her, she started crying. Her mother was there, too. She’s actually a nurse here. They’ve decided to question her tomorrow, to try and figure out what she remembers and doesn’t remember. Some detectives are also coming in to question a couple victims. They’re hoping to find some information, or at least something that’ll help them connect some dots.”

“Little blossom doesn’t know who we are?” Maxwell asks, as his shoulders begin to shake.

Bertrand manages to maintain his composure, though his voice cracks a couple times when he says, “Well. There’s nothing... there’s um... nothing we can do at the moment.” He clears his throat. “Have you two been able to acquire any accommodations?”

Liam sits up, his face wet. “Yes.” He sniffles. “Though we haven’t actually been to the hotel yet. We’ve been here for... oh, a little less than ten hours.”

“Your Majesty I believe it would be wise to spend the night at the hotel and rest. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day. Perhaps the doctors will let us ask questions as well.”

"Thank you, Duke Bertrand, but I would rather stay. Drake, if you want, you can go and get some sleep. I'm sure you need it. I'll be fine right here."

Drake, Maxwell, and Bertrand share a silent look, then take a seat near their friend. Bertrand sends Savannah a text, telling her that him and Maxwell will not be returning to the hotel tonight.

#the royal romance #cordonia #liam x mc #liam x riley #kingliam #liamrys #drakewalker #maxwell beaumont #olivia nevrakis #trr #trr riley #rileybrooks #choices fanfiction #trr fanfic #trr fandom #theroyalromance fanfic

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sukikorra · 4 years ago

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i was tagged by @aangkorra and @korrarights ty friends <3

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better

tagging: @lesbeana @ginnypcttcr @rosegorls @cruciostyles @hughdrysdale @ewannmcgregor @scarlet---witch @darthanckin @taikawaitit

name/nickname: liv

gender: fem

star sign: aquarius

height: 5′4″

time:

birthday: feb 18th

favorite bands: i literally have so so many but ateez, one direction, and the band camino are my most listened to :)

favorite solo artists: novo amor, harry styles, megan thee stallion, taylor swift, hoody, etc.

song stuck in my head: 1 last cigarette by the band camino or love song by nct lol i’ve been alternating between these two all day

last movie: harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban

last show: wandavision

when did i make this blog: august of 2017

what i post: anything i like atm lol there’s no rhyme or reason

last thing i googled: if i can use olive oil in waffle batter

other blogs: @sunshinesuki @lilsokas @peachywoos

do i get asks: sometimes!

why i chose my url: my two fav characters from the atla/lok universe!

following: 828

followers: 757

average hours of sleep: anywhere between 2 and 12 lol

lucky number: 11 or 24

instruments: none :/

what am i wearing right now: sweats, a t shirt, and a crewneck over it

dream trip: literally anywhere i wanna travel so bad lmao

favorite food: sesame chicken or breaded ravioli

nationality: american

favorite song: roxanne by chase atlantic or mist by ateez

last book read: i literally have no clue lmao i have too many readings for my classes to have time to read for fun rip

top 3 fictional universes i’d like to live in: star wars, spop, atla

favorite color: light blue or peach

#tag games #liv.txt

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kiwinatorwaffles · 19 days ago

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i have a friend who’s also a trans girl and carries a brick around and i was like haha lol let me send this to her and she was like oh yeah funny story i met the person who made this brick. like. what help

#the waffle answers to thee #transgender #meme tag

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bettercallsabs · 6 years ago

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Choteau

A/N: hello my dearies! I’ve been mia, not a surprise lol, but after a long move I’m finally transitioned into our new home, and have had sometime. Anywho, I am back with a new short series. I know, I know. Oh lawd someone stop me now, right? But without further ado, here is part one of my Steve Rogers cowboy-esque series- the one I promised months ago 😂 As usual, unedited, because this is fucking tumblr. Enjoy dearies! P.s. remember I do cover art?

Taglist is open, so never miss a post!

Thee Masterlist

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: fully disclosed- talks of domestic abuse.

Word count:3k+

Your lungs burned with such intensity, it felt as if a hot flame licked at their very walls, with every intake of breath, or lack thereof. Every inhale seemed to fuel the fire, as you desperately fought to fill your lungs with air, but to no avail. You could feel your head growing fuzzy, the sensation of prickling needles engulfed your head. starry lights overtook your visual field, until there was nothing but darkness...

You startled awake, your heart thudding against your chest, as you rubbed at your neck, panting as you managed to catch your breath. It was just a dream, you whispered to yourself with a sigh of relief. it was just a dream. You sat up, the scratchy sheets of the cheap motel rubbed against the exposed skin of your legs. Looking over, your daughter slept soundly next to you, the slow rise and fall of her chest, brought ease to your heart.

You felt awful, bringing her into this situation, uprooting her life, taking her out of the only home she’s ever known. But you couldn’t stay anymore. Your recent brush with death was too much. You couldn’t bare not being in your daughters life... She needed her mother. And she needed her mother unbroken for once.

You swung your legs over the bed, placing them firmly on the floor as you gripped at the edge of the bed with both hands. You glanced at the clock that sat on the dinky little end table. 5:47 A.M. it read in bright red numbers.

You definitely weren’t going back to sleep.

With a heave from the bed, you felt immediate stiffness in your back, as you walked to the small bathroom. You brought in your oversized navy blue duffle bag, pulling a compact bag from with in it. The overhead fan buzzed as you took a seat on the edge of the cold tub, causing shivers to descend down your spine.

You opened it, pulling the contents from within. You held in your hands the only money to your name. Slowly counting it out. $3759... you could do this... No, you have to do this. For her. For Bennie.

A soft knock at the door made your heart spring in your chest.

“Mommy.” Bennie’s soft voice brought your heart to ease. You had to remind yourself Aaron wasn’t here and you were safe. You tucked the loose bills back into the bag, tossing into the tub and pulling the curtain before opening the door. There stood your doe eyed little girl. Her hair was a mess. Those copper locks you loved so much were matted flat to one side of her head. You couldn’t help but smile, pulling her tiny frame into you for a big mama bear hug.

“What are you doing up so early mon petit chou?” You kissed the top of her head, brushing the dried drool soaked hair from her cheek.

“I’m hungry. My tummy rumbles.”

“Oh, you’ve got a case of the rumbly tumblies?”

Her head bobbed up and down, as she patted her tummy.

“Well, we can’t have that. Can you hangout for a bit while mommy takes a shower, and then we can grab some breakfast? I’m thinking waffles... with strawberries maybe?” A wide grin spread across Bennie’s face.

“Yay! Waffles!”

Bennie exclaimed as she bolted for the bed, tucking herself beneath the cover of her favorite purple fleece Minnie Mouse blanket.

The water didn’t take long to heat up, and for this you were relieved. White tufts of stream rose from the steaming water, as you watched it fall from the shower head. You reached your arm in testing the temperature before submerging yourself in the delicious heat. You could hear Bennie’s soft giggles trailing in, faint over the shower. You rested your head against the tile of the shower wall. That laughter, that little girl, is what kept you going through all the pain, the agony you had endured. You smiled as you let yourself become lost in her innocence.

Your shower ended far to quickly. It seemed to be over as soon as it started. You moved sluggishly, wishing for a few moments more under the scalding water. Wrapping yourself in the small hotel towel, you starred into the fog covered mirror, thankful you didn’t have to look into the mirror. You dressed hastily. Throwing on your favorite pair of medium wash denim jeans and an old hoodie. You tied up your damp hair in bun, if you could call it that. Bennie picked out her own outfit, a pair of unicorn tights, with a metallic ribbed skirt, and a red tee.

“I’m a pop star mommy! Like Barbie!” Bennie struck a pose, her lips protruding in a pouty face.

“You sure at Bennie! A true pop star!”

Stepping outside, the chilly morning Montana air kicked at your cheeks. You knelt down to Bennie, zipping up her sweater- that was a hassle to get her to wear, because according to Bennie, it just didn’t go with her outfit.- You tucked a sterling hair behind her ear before pulling the hood over her head. “There, nice and cozy.” You smiled lovingly at your toddler, gentle running your thumb across her cheek before settling her into her car seat.

You slid into the driver's seat of your quick buy, ‘06 Malibu. The dashboard clock read 6:32am as your car roared to life.the streets were empty, the town quiet. No hustle and bustle, of the city that you were used too. You drove around for about 15 minutes until you entered the small downtown area. The Buildings were rustic, carrying a late 19th century vibe to them. A quaint family restaurant was nestled between a flower shop and the local barbershop. As you pulled closer, you saw the open sign swaying back and forth on the door. Perfect” You thought to yourself, as you pulled into a parking spot. “Ready for some yummy waffles?”

Bennie nodded, the bun on top of her head bobbing back and forth. You remove yourself from the car, before unbuckling Bennie from her harness. The restaurant had a charming demeanour. Old photos hung from the shiplap walls, remembering the town in it’s beginnings. A free standing sign read “Please seat yourself”.

“Where should we sit Sweetie?” you asked, watching her excitement grow with anticipation. Grabbing your hand, she dragged you to a booth, just big enough for two, in the back left corner of the restaurant.

A petite and plump older lady began making her way towards you. Her graying hair was nestled in a messy bun, a few stray bangs, dangling in her face. A wide small graced her lips as she approached the table. It was an infectious smile, warm and nurturing.

“well good morning. My names Gwen. What can I start you two off with this morning?”

“Juice mommy, juice!” Bennie chimed.

“Apple or orange?” Gwen asked Bennie directly, her smile never fading.

Bennie’s brow furrowed as she was in deep thought, her hand bald in a fist under her chin.

“um, apple.” It came out more as a question rather than a direct answer.

“Apple juice it is. And for you?” Gwen’s focus was now on you, as she adjusted the pocket sized notepad in her hand.

“I’ll take coffee please. Lord knows I need it.”

“Say no more hun. Half and half or creamer?”

“Half and half would be great.”

“Be back with those drinks in a jiff.”

Bennie sat across from you, smiling contently as she opened the box of crayons.

“So what brings you to Choteau? We don’t get many visitors outside of hunting season, around here.” Gwen placed the cups onto the table, pouring fresh coffee into your mug.

“Just needed to get away for a bit. Pointed to a random place on the map, and here we are.” You put your best smile forward. It wasn’t like you were telling a complete lie.

“Well, were always happy to see new faces around here. You’ll find our smile town can be quite lovely. Now, what can I get you ladies to eat?”

“We'll take the Belgian waffles with strawberries and a side of breakfast potatoes.”

“Coming right up.”

Gwen shimmied away, leaving you to face a very eager child. She sat on her knees, Elbows resting on the table, dragging the blue crayon over the paper in erratic movements. Her eyes met yours with a smile, and your heart began to sink a bit. She was completely unaware of what was going on… why her father wasn’t around anymore. When you first decided you had to run, to get as far away from him as possible, you worried about Bennie-afterall, she was the reason you stayed. Bennie had stopped constantly asking about her dad, and you were thankful for it.

The last few months on the run, constantly looking over your shoulder had taken its toll on you, and the last thing you needed was the guilt. Although Paul treated you like you were less than human, he was a devoted father to Bennie, and she adored him, he was her hero. It was almost enough for you to stay to endure the ridicule, the bruises, until it nearly cost you your life…

You were startled from your thoughts when two large plates of waffles were set onto the table.

“you alright hun?” gwen's voice was laced with concern as she set down a bowl of potatoes.

“uh yea, yeah.. I’m fine. Just a lot on my mind.”

“well hun, if you ever need to talk, I’m around. Now enjoy your breakfast, and let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you.”

She smiled softly, a look of worry in her eyes as she turned to walk away. You grabbed the plated that was set in front of Bennie, pulling a fork and knife that were wrapped in a napkin.

“What kind of syrup would you like baby? Mulberry, maple, blueberry?”

“um… Blueberry!” She practically yelled with glee.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. In all the things to happen in your life, Bennie truly was the best.

You were stuffed as you sat back in your seat. Your stomach felt like it may just explode. You should have stopped eating halfway in but that waffle was thee most delicious waffle you had ever had. You never could have imagined something as simple as a waffle could taste so good. Bennie looked about the same, her eyes growing heavy as her head bobbed up and down. She definitely was going to fall asleep on the ride back to the motel.

You flagged down Gwen with a wave. If you didn’t get out now, you’d be stuck lugging Bennie’s deadweight to the car. And any parent knows, there’s not much heavier than a sleeping preschooler.

“I can see someone is ready for a morning nap.” Gwen’s laugh was so pleasant, like windchimes, chiming in the light summer breeze. “Here’s your check hun. Anything else you need?”

You were hesitant in your response, but there was something about Gwen that made you feel relaxed, like you could be open for a moment.

“uh, Maybe you could offer some advice. I think we're going to be around for a bit, know of any jobs? Or places for rent? I don’t think the motel off of 45 is going to do the trick.”

“”I’ll be right back.” She hustled off in a huff, her shirt legs moving swift with every step, as she disappeared into the kitchen, door swinging behind her.

While she was gone, you grabbed your wallet from your purse, pulling the cash from your wallet, setting it onto the papercheck.

When you looked up from the table, Bennie’s eyes were nearly closed. Damn. You were not making it out of here with her awake. You coxed Bennie over to you, who sluggishly walked towards you, crawling into your arms. As soon has her head hit your chest, a soft snore trailed through her mouth. You brushed at her soft bronzed copper hair, placing a light kiss on her hair covered forehead.

The sound of a swinging door drew your attention from your daughter, it was Gwen, walking towards you, as if she was on a mission.

“Alright-“ She approached you, slightly winded, as if she had been running. “Sorry that took me so long, had to discuss it with my husband, and boy is he quite the talker. Anywho, he said it should be no problem at all to let you stay in our old house.”

“Your old house?”

“Yes. You see, we’re getting up there in age, and it’s an older farm house, and those stairs were becoming far too much for my Henry, so we built a small ranch home. I promise it is in great condition, a local boy helps us with the upkeep. So, it’s yours if you want it.”

A house, a whole house? You were flattered, but there was no way you could afford to rent a house. “I… I am flattered, I truly am, so thankful for the offer, but I couldn’t afford-“

Gwen held up her hand to shush you. “No need for any of that. You can help me out here, until you find something that better suits you. I really could use the help, with the way my knees have been feeling lately.”

You were dumbstruck. Never had you been met with such kindness, and from a stranger nonetheless.

“I don’t know what to say…” You felt the pressure building from behind your eye as you held back the floodgates.

“Run off back to the hotel and collect your things. We’ll get you settled.” You laid Bennie down on the bench of the booth, hauling yourself to your feet, wrapping your arms around Gwen in a coveted hug.

“I can’t thank you enough.”

Gwen returned the hug, it was an embrace that reminded you of your mother, and you savoured it.

“Now, you run along, and hurry back, okay?” Gwen pushed you back at arms length, wiping tears from your cheeks with a smile. You had known this woman all but an hour, and it felt as if you had known her a lifetime.

You gathered up a sleeping Bennie with a grunt, trying to steady yourself. God she was getting heavy. Her head rested on your shoulder, her wild locks falling into your eyes. Heading for the door , you took it one step at a time, longing for the days when Bennie easily fit into your arms.

Using your hip, you pushed the door open, the bell that sat over the threshold chiming it’s tune. You were incredibly thankful for your parking spot parked just a few feet from the door. You steady yourself against the rear passenger side door, your left knee supporting Bennie as you scavenged through your mess of a purse for your keys.

“God dammit.” You huffed in annoyance, as the keys you dug for slipped from you grasp, clanking against the asphalt.

“Here, let me help you with that.” A deep voice called from in front of you, your head snapping in the direction of the melodious voice. There, before you stood the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on. Dreaming blue eyes stared at your from beneath a tan ridgetop crease, felt hat. His chiseled jawline was brimming with freshly trimmed scruff. He was lengthy, his height seemed to be accentuated by his dark denim wrangler and heeled cowboy boots. From what you could tell he was toned, his baby blue button down shirt that cling nicely to his well defined arms.

“Ma’am.” His arm was extended out to you, keys dangling from his fingers.

You realized you had been staring, your cheeks growing warn as you quickly tried to regain your composure.

“Oh, um, I... Thank you so much.” You smiled nervously, pressing the unlock button on your key fob, a little too hard, causing the button to stick.

“Don’t mention it. Now you have a great day. Going to be a nice out today..” A wide and inviting smile spread across his face, revealing a perfect smile. It felt as though your heart was melting in your chest, a feeling you hadn’t felt in ages.

“You too, and thank you again!”

Your gaze lingered a bit too long as you watched him make his way into the restaurant. What a man.

You sighed heavily as you began buckling in Bennie.

“Get it together Y/N!” You coached yourself. The last thing you needed was to get distracted. You had important things to think about, and he wasn’t one of them.

You were in and out of the motel in no time at all. The small car was packed with what little belongings you had. Your stomach was in jumbles, as you sat behind the steering wheel. You were nervous, understandably, as the unsettling thoughts began flood in. Did you really think this through? We’re you being to rash? Was staying in the same location more than a week safe? Could you really trust these people? You could trust anyone?

You sighed heavily, laying your head against the steering wheel. You couldn’t keep running forever s your funds wouldn’t allow it, and it wasn’t good for Bennie, she needed stability after these last couple of months, you owed her at least that.

And Gwen, you’d never met someone so genuine in your life, second to your mother. In fact, she reminded you of your mother and she went out of her way to help you when she had no obligation to..

You were staying. This was going to be your fresh start. You had to start somewhere, and what better place than Choteau?

You arrived back at the family restaurant, Bennie still sound asleep, the soft putter of her snores filling the car. You could see Gwen standing in the window from your parked car. She must have been waiting for you. She gestured for you to wait, before waltzing her way out of the front door, that infectious smile beaming.

You rolled down your window as she approached the idling car.

“Alright Hun.” She handed you a slip of paper and a key. “Follow these directions. You can’t miss the house. It’s white -well off white, but nevermind that- with a green roof. I’ll stop over after my shift to see how your settling in. And my numbers below if you have any questions. Now you hurry along hun. I’ll see you later.” She have your hand a quick squeeze before heading back into the restaurant.

You took in a deep breath, flipping your car into reverse, as you headed in the direction of your new home.

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reece-atkins · 7 years ago

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Tuesday 4th December

Tuesday’s narrative research lecture covered “Only trouble is interesting” as well as covering the essay questions we would be given and finally going over some more parts that would be broken up to make up a narrative.

To start with was the questions of which we were given 5; The chosen film also had to be an animated narrative and that brainstorming some possibilities for films would be beneficial. As well as contextualising the film within the essay.

Q1. Analyse your chosen narrative with close reference to the Hero’s Journey or another appropriate story template. This question to me seemed the most simple to answer within the context of the essay as the Hero’s Journey we had already gone over previously and something I understood.

Q2. Make a Propean analysis of an animated fairy tale, and explain animations particular suitability for telling fantastical tales. With Regards to Propean analysis I need to do more outside research to fully understand the concept of ideas behind it so this question I felt for myself would be more tricky to answer.

Q3. Stories have been described as an engine for social change. Analyse your chosen narrative with reference to its social or moral beliefs and the techniques it conveys. This question revolved around how fairy tales and animated stories can convey a message or meaning to the audience and also how the tone of the story and narrative could also be interpreted as a reflection of the current social climate of which it was made. Overall this is another question i’m considering to pick as I feel there is a substantial amount to talk about with this topic.

Q4. “Only available in animation”. To what extent does this Paul Wells quote apply to your chosen film? Explain how the medium and materials enter, shape, and define the narrative. The “Only available in Animation” Quote initially made sense to me as i understand that thee are certain things that an animator can portray in a fictional setting compared to a live action film an example that I could think of off of the top of my head was how much easier it is to capture the viewers sense of imagination due to how limitless and visual animation can be compared to how much more restrictive live action can be when conveying a certain message. Whilst I considered this question I feel more research needs to be done to fully understand it.

Q5. Animation is a uniquely visual medium, analyse your chosen narrative as a successful example of visual storytelling. This final question I found to be quite straight forward but I also see it that I could easily find myself just talking solely on the narrative itself and just waffling on about the actual details of the plot instead of answering the question at hand.

What is an Act?

An act is a “part” of your story consisting of individual scenes. We then went over the three act template and how Act 1 is the story set up, Act 2 the change that the narrative undergoes(Usually the longest act) and then finally Act 3 which is the issues of the story being resolved.

The last thing we went over in the lecture was character + complication. This went over how stories thrive from conflict and as an audience the story becomes more interesting with some sort of conflict included within the narrative. An example of conflict within a story narrative could be how in Pixar’s Ratatouille Remy the Rat wishes to become a chef but is opposed by the current Head Chef of Gusteau’s Restaurant who wishes to stop this dream of his. This is a very basic example I guess but without some sort of conflict within the narrative of that particular film one could argue the story would be a lot less interesting if the main character was unopposed.

Overall I feel that with regards to this weeks topics and with regards to the questions more independent research of my own needs to be conducted before I choose my essay question and film although I somewhat have an idea of what i wish to do.

#narrative research

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kiwinatorwaffles · 2 years ago

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NOT TODAY

what kind of fucked up and evil dish can i make without buying too many ingredients?

this day and minute? go put kiwi in the microwave and see a gunky kind of bitch unfold

#rainb tag #the waffle answers to thee #bird #kiwi #animals

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mnovenia · 7 years ago

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CHRISTMAS IN THE NETHERLANDS

Hooi! (dutch version of saying Hai)

Merry Christmas slash Happy Birthday Jesus!

This year is obviously different. I used to be home on Christmas even my mom was still alive, but ever since I always spent it at Michelle’s infamous Chrismassy place.

Still remember last year with each joy and difficulties, I was enjoying working at Asiatic, stressing about my application to Aarhus University, emailing many Indonesians who study abroad and procrastinating to meet up with Sam, etc. A year later (right now), such dream comes true. I didn’t imagine I will end up at this city by now.

Pheww, when I think about how will I spend my Christmas time in the Netherlands, probably I will say that I will be content by just staying at my room, enjoying the city, watching Netflix, that’s all. I had enough celebrations with classmates, homegroup, trip to Christmas Market at Koln, snowy Groningen Kerstmarkt, International Christmas, Jumat berjamaah and so on.

But God has a greater plan and always kindly gives me surprises. I enjoyed few last days of classes, I got 2 perfect score for SCM & ICL assignments (things are trully more beautiful if they are unexpected). So praise God, I never knew I’d nailed those two.

GOING TO GOES, ZEELAND

Few months back Kara & Jacco (friends from HMCC Kwc) asked if I want to come over and stay at their place. So I thought it’s a good idea to visit them during the Christmas time. I started to buy a cheap group tickets and miraculously found ones. Turned out that Kara said that Jacco’s family would like to have me over their family dinner. Deg! As an introvert, I felt like nervous, don’t know what to bring/say, just want to disappear like Lizzie McGuire cartoon version always does. But by God’s grace, I managed to face it anyway. I bought a nice & cheap wine (3eu, IKR, it’s so so cheap right here) at Albert Heijn, and useful gifts for Kara.

It was a beautiful day, I dressed up & walked with my suitcase to bus station & travel all the way to Den Haag (where Jacco’s sister lives) by myself (so proud, never did it before). I transferred at Leiden and managed to arrive at Den Haag Holland Spoor. On the way I had plenty of time to reflect how wonderful it is to have a chance to live in a wealthy country, it doesn’t seem real somehow. I mesmerised the view outside of my train.

Arrived & successfully surprised a shout of ‘Goede Avond’ from the back of my head by the goofy Jacco. The three of us walked to the apartment, warmly greeted by Andreas, Leindert, Yakomin, Riana, and Mr & Mrs de Kok. It’s awkward at the beginning, they were all busy cooking, playing games, but by time I got occupied to talk to Jacco’s parent & the very friendly Leindert. We talk about work, business, my scholarship, my plan, etc.

Till it was Kado Time, where Yakomin give everyone in the room their nice & personal kado (surprisingly I got it too, ingin menangesss). The same thing with Jacco’s mom, she delivered kado for everyone including me. Then we took pictures, and off for dinner. Yakomin led us in prayer then we’re served with bloemensoep (sop bunga kol, yawlaaa so dutch beuds, even mreka minum pake gelas -_- ga ngerti lagi), then main dishes from Kara’s awesome kitchen, desserts of cake, ice cream & fruits, and wien and koffie/thee. In the table were full of jokes and stories, no phone (only 4 children were busily hanging around under the table) and it was simply a very memorable night for me.

Seeing this family has restored my faith in Christ. Everywhere I go. To be honest I was bothered by the free life style of my friends here, I was trying to get used to it but God showed me AGAIN that He wants me to obey Him first. Godly family is not without problem, but their roots are Christ and it’s equal to Love that never ends.

Then Jacco’s parents kindly drove us back to Goes (they all love to joke, and they make fun of me by saying that it will take 5hours, and I believed -_-’, c’mon how come 2 cities in this ‘large & wide’ country be reached by 5hours, LOLNESS), listening to PSV match, then arrived nicely at Kara & Jacco’s house.

They served me very nicely by indoor VERY AWESOME barbeque (perbaikan gizi anak rantau coy), nice bedroom & perfect heater, plenty of nice wine & snacks & games (Dutch blitz & Settler of Catans). I had a chance to visit their church, and on Christmas day, we brought me to go ice skating in the most beautiful Christmas Market at Middelburg, then treat me warm waffles, we went to KFC, visit Vlisingen beach & the awesome Orange Molen (windmill + told me the history behind it). After all, my heart is full, Kara also packed me soups & biskuits, gave me nice presents of chocolade & socks then we say goodbye at the station. God is gracious & led me safely to go back by perfect train, transferred in Rotterdam & right bus to go home safely. Thank you Lord for not only the greatest gift of Jesus Christ but also these lovely people you sent into my life. You answer my questions: DID I LIVE? DID I LOVE? DID I MATTER?

“The true light which gives light to everyone was coming into the world. He was in the world, and the world was made through Him,” - John 1: 9-10

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and-little-things-in-between · 8 years ago

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1,2,4,5,6,7,10,11,12,14,15,17,20,21,23,24,25,30,31,32,33,34,36,37,41,43,45,46,48,49,51,52,54,55,56,57,58,60,61. I literally just realized what the bottom text said just now. I'm too lazy to pick two plus it's super late and i want sleep right about now so either you pick two, or answer this ridiculous amount of questions (why so manyyy) and in return I'll do the same. lol good luck

oh mah GAW, dude xD Ok, here we GO

1. Are you good at apologizing? Depends. If I know I was the one who was wrong, yeah, I can apologize pretty easily, but if I really think I’m right or am just feeling really prideful, I’m horrible at apologizing. It’s never just “I’m sorry, I was wrong.” I always have to remind them of my good points lol 2. Do you prefer your looks or personality? Neither? Personality, if I have to pick. I like to think I can be a pleasant person to be around. 4. What are you most confident about yourself? My hair lol 5. Name a few songs that reminds you of someone, and who it remind you of. Ooohhh goodness. Anything Fall Out Boy-related = Susanne all the way. Also Panic! at the Disco, specifically the “Fever” album. FOB’s “American Beauty/American Psycho” album reminds me of a few of my friends. That stupid “Do You Like Waffles” song always reminds me of my brother. 6. What is your favourite colour combination? Uuuuuhhhhhh I never really thought about it lol I like burgundy with other shades of red and some shades of pink? I’m crocheting a bomb-looking blanket right now that’s like a combo of sea and space-inspired colors.7. Define your “aesthetic”. Nonexistent? I’ve never consciously thought about it. I guess like shades of blue and flowers and word art and flannels? Idk, man, I just go for whatever I’m feeling.10. What are some of your biggest pet peeves? People who don’t use their blinkers. People who are rude. People who don’t smile when you make eye-contact. People who cut me off in traffic. People who hover in traffic. People who make fun of other people for things they can’t control. Just people doing sucky things, tbh. 11. What’s something that automatically turns you off of other people? Conceit. Cockiness. Arrogance. REALLY strong personalities, like those people who are SUPER opinionated about EVERYTHING and try to turn EVERYONE to their side about EVERYTHING and try to control other people and every aspect of their lives. Also people who try to be grammar police, regardless of their knowledge level. 12. What song always makes you sad/emotional? “The Little Girl” by John Michael Montgomery. ugh. RIP me. 14. How are you with moving on? Absolutely horrible. I’m emotionally spent, currently, because of that exact issue lol15. What’s a philosophy you agree with, but fail to live by? Oh so many. Forgive and forget is a big one.17. What’s something positive happening in your life right now? I have friends again? Like, now that my mental health isn’t in a pit, I’m actually able to connect and have meaningful relationships with other people again, and that’s really cool. 20. Are you a good person? Nah, not inherently, anyway. Goodness is a choice that I can’t stick to on my own; I’m too selfish for that. Phil. 4:13, friends.21. How could you become a better person? Following Christ closely and being more selfless. 23. Have you ever been in love? If so, with how many people? Naaahh I’ve never been close enough with anyone to “be in love.” I love people, like a lot and really deeply, but not romantically.24. Do you believe in love at first sight? I believe in annoying at first sight ;) But seriously, it depends on what “love at first sight” means, really. I think two people can click really well the first time they interact, but I don’t think you really love a person until you really know them. 25. Which social science interests you more; psychology (how the mind effects a person), sociology (how society affects a people) or anthropology (learning about culture)? Why? PSYCHOLOGY ALL THE WAY, though the other two are close. I just. The brain is SO freaking cool, and I’m always interesting to learn why the heck mine acts the way it does lol There’s so much to learn, and it’s all so complex and just fascinating. Human nature is fascinating.30. How do you usually get people to be interested in terms of romantic relationships? And platonic relationships? Romantic: I don’t lol #foreveralone Platonic: Humor, 10000000%31. What’s your favourite song to sing a long to? Ooooooooohhh depends on what my voice is doing lol but usually anything from “Prince of Egypt” or “Part the Waters/I Need Thee” by Selah32. What’s some “embarrassing” music you listen to? Every once in a blue moon, I’ll throwback to Big Time Rush lol33. What are you most snobby/pretentious about? So much, honestly lol I can’t think of any one thing off the top of my head….My writing, maybe?34. How do you express sad emotions? And happy emotions? Tears and babbling. Also tears and babbling.36. How do you feel about phone calls? Depends on who it’s with. Doctor? Nope. Dentist? Nope. School? Absolutely not. Friend? Yes, let’s talk forEVER. 37. How do you feel about texting? Fine? I prefer phone or video calls, tbh, because I like to be able to hear your tone of voice/read your body language41. What’s something you love that you never do anymore? Why don’t you do it? Play piano. I’m not patient enough to practice anymore. 43. If there were no limits; who and what would you be? Everything. (idek man lol)45. Describe your fashion sense. The clearance racks and Target and Kohl’s, and thrift stores46. Do you have stage fright? Oh absolutely. It’s gotten a lot better because #teacherintraining, and I literally had to stand in front of 30 17-year-olds every day for 6 weeks. Also, I lead worship in a small class at church, so I’m better than I used to be, but I still get pretty bad stage fright. My hands shake really bad any time I talk in front of people, even in a casual class setting. 48. Are you more of an open or closed person? Closed if I don’t know you. More open if I do, but still generally pretty closed.49. What’s the worst thing that ever happened to you? And the best? Probably the depressed periods in my life when I felt really far from God and the people I care about. The best is salvation via Jesus Christ, aka the reason I made it through those dog days. 51. What are your top three places you’d like to travel and why? UUuuuhhhhh tbh I’ve never flown or anything, and travelling has always seemed like a weird, out of reach concept for me. Ummmmmmmmm I guess Italy, Spain, and England? Because there’d be a lot of cool stuff to see? lol52. What’s something you thought would be really scary/bad, but was actually fine when it happened/you did it? SO MANY THINGSSS umm probably riding roller coasters in Disney World. It was still petrifying, and I couldn’t stand up after because I was so scared, but like it wasn’t AS bad as I thought hahaha 54. Can you sleep facing someone? Yup55. Do you ever get in slumps? If so; how often, and how long do they usually last for? Um absolutely. I depends, anywhere from a day to weeks. 56. Do you like being alone? Yeah, but if I’m alone for too long, I get really depressed.57. Are you social? Selectively58. How do you feel about parties? Mmmm depends on what kind lol I prefer the “social gathering” type parties. No dancing or alcohol for this chick. 60. What question(s) do you love to ask people? Anything that gives me insight into who they are, be it spiritual stuff or just about how their day has (really) been. 61. What question(s) do you love being asked? Same kind of stuff, anything that leads to good conversations and stories.

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