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licieoic · 4 years

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“Pour One Out” - Digital Oil Painting

Inspired by Suptober, theme: Pour One Out. Bartender/Patron AU! This one was actually inspired by a number of themes from Suptober including “Family Business” and “Favorite,” as shown in the ficlet below the cut. (It’s PG, though Dean is having some more adult oriented thoughts, LOL.)

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“Hey.”

Looking up, Dean saw his brother, Sam, sticking his head into the brewing room. It had to be nearly time for his shift, he already had his abundant hair pulled back.

“Your favorite’s here,” he said.

Dean straightened up so fast, he nearly dropped the pitcher of beer he’d been pouring so carefully. “Trench Coat?” At least, that was the name he used with Sam; he didn’t want his brother knowing what he called the quiet man in his head. He’d never quite had the courage to ask the man’s actual name and since Winchester Bros was cash only, he couldn’t sneak a look at a credit card either. He’d considered asking for his ID, as that was perfectly acceptable in a bar, but since he was clearly over legal drinking age it would just make Dean look like he was stupid or an ass.

“Usual spot,” Sam answered before popping back into the main area of the bar.

He got up close to the shiny brewing vat in front of him and tried to check his appearance, but the metal didn’t make for a good mirror and left him looking deformed. Damn… He hoped there was nothing to worry about, like food in his teeth or crustiness in the corners of his green eyes, and that his light brown hair was just the right amount of tousled, leaning more toward ‘I woke up like this’ and less like ‘I use a lot of product.’ Then he reached into the pocket of his apron for the breath mint he always kept there, on the chance that his favorite patron would stop by.

It was easy to remember the first time he’d ever seen him, he doubted he would ever forget. Five months after he and Sam had opened the bar, they’d had to strike a deal with the Devil (Dean’s private name for their wealthy investor, Crowley) in order to save it from going under. It had always been their dream to start up a family business and they’d each quit lucrative careers (Dean as a mechanic, Sam as a lawyer) to open Winchester Bros. It had taken every penny of their life savings to do it, they just couldn’t give up so soon.

Pride still smarting with the knowledge that they’d be under Crowley’s thumb for the foreseeable future, Dean hadn’t exactly been the friendliest bartender that night. After being short with a small bachelorette party, Sam told him to concentrate on the solo patrons at the bar who usually weren’t the chatty types and leave the groups to him. Dean hadn’t argued, they needed as much patronage as possible, he could ill afford to turn what could be repeat customers into people who never came back just because he was in a mood.

Down at the far end of the bar, he saw a man with dark, messy hair hunched over the bar. He wore a slightly dirty trench coat over a deep navy suit and had a five o’clock shadow darkening his jawline. All in all, a fairly standard-looking barfly, if he were judging a book by its cover. Dean leaned both hands on the bar and tried not to sound too brusque as he asked, “What can I get you?”

Then the man looked up… and Dean forgot everything. He was lost in the bluest eyes ever to blue, bluer than the tie hanging crooked from the man’s neck. Dean’s mouth might have gone slack, he wasn’t sure. They were like angel’s eyes, almost too pretty to be real.

“I don’t know,” said the man, immediately dubbed Angel Eyes. He seemed kind of down, but that wasn’t unusual for a lone bar patron. “Do you have a menu?”

“W-we do,” said Dean, pulling over the list printed on laminated cardstock once he remembered how to speak. The line at the top read ‘Winchester Brews,’ which he’d thought damn clever at the time, now he worried it was corny. “Ahem… Everything on offer is brewed in-house, plus I can make you just about anything you like.”

“Anything, huh?” He looked at the menu, but didn’t really seem to be reading it. “I don’t know,” he said again, “surprise me?”

Something was really bothering this man, Dean could tell, his bartender instincts were jangling like crazy. His bi-dar, however, was all over the place. He never had a problem flirting with the ladies who came in, but it was always hard to tell if he was clear to make a pass at a man. That kind of thing could get dangerous, depending on who it was and what kind of attitude they had.

“Surprise you,” Dean repeated, reaching below the bar for a tumbler which he filled with a few ice cubes. “Well, you look like a man of… discerning tastes.” He followed this with a wink to test the waters. To his delight, Angel Eyes smiled. And Dean’s heartbeat doubled. He turned around and took a surreptitious breath in an attempt to calm it down, but it didn’t work.

From the back shelf, he retrieved a bottle of whiskey with a simple handwritten label on the front that read ‘Winchester Special #5’ and turned back to face him. As he poured, Dean said, “This here is our monthly special.”

“What makes it special?”

“It changes every month,” said Dean. “Afterward, we add it to the list of brews. And if you can guess the flavor, the inspiration behind it… it’s on me.”

“Has anyone gotten it right yet?” It was the nineteenth, he’d assumed correctly that some people had already tried Dean’s challenge.

He shook his head. “Not quite.” Gesturing at the tumbler, he quirked a brow and asked, “Care to try?”

Angel Eyes picked up the glass and took a sip. He tilted his head, appearing thoughtful.

“So?” asked Dean when he didn’t get an immediate answer. “What’s it taste like to you?”

“Hmm. Molecules.”

Dean laughed outright and Angel Eyes grinned. “Well, you’re not wrong!” he exclaimed. “Molecules, heh, can’t say I’ve ever heard that one before, but is that your final answer?”

Swirling the ice in the glass, Angel Eyes took a longer pull, maintaining eye contact with Dean as he rolled the whiskey slowly over his tongue. Dean’s mouth went dry as he watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down when he swallowed. Unconsciously, he licked his lips and those bluer than blue eyes followed the movement.

Angel Eyes clicked his tongue. “Blueberry…” he said, slowly. “But there’s something else… It’s sweet and… creamy?”

“No hints,” said Dean, but mentally he was cheering the man on, wanting him to make the right guess, and he was so, so close.

He took one last sip from the glass, finishing it off. “It’s good. I like it. It reminds me of a blueberry sour cream pie. Final answer.”

Dean grinned broadly. “We have a winner!”

He returned the smile with one of his own and it seemed like both of them had forgotten their problems prior to their meeting each other. “Really?”

Nodding, Dean poured him another. “On me. Since you’re the first correct guess.”

He picked up the tumbler and saluted Dean with it. “Cheers.”

Dean nodded, a little disappointed that he didn’t have an excuse to keep their conversation going, and turned to go back to work.

“Oh, and—”

Heart in his throat, he looked back. Angel Eyes hesitated.

“Thank you,” he said, finally. “This… really helped.”

“Yeah?”

He made a vague gesture. “I don’t want to get into it, I know bartenders aren’t therapists,” he said. “Just some family issues.”

Dean’s heart sank. He had a family. Of course he did. “Well, you’re not the first guy to come here to escape his wife for a while,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Oh, I’m not married,” Angel Eyes said.

“Girlfriend?” came out of Dean’s mouth before he could stop himself.

He shook his head. “One of my brothers is constantly going through a rebellious phase. Our father isn’t happy about it.”

“Ohhhh, well, I can definitely understand annoying brothers,” said Dean, aiming his thumb at Sam who was down at the opposite end of the bar, and forcing himself to swallow down any follow-up questions. He’d already said he didn’t want to talk about it, Dean wanted to respect that. “You should bring your family around,” he said, smiling. “It’s easier to open up after a few, you know?”

Angel Eyes chuckled. “I’m not sure if that would be a good thing or a bad thing. Besides…” He thumbed the rim of his glass before glancing back up, hitting him with that blue gaze all over again. “I don’t know if I want them coming around here. Maybe I want to keep you all to myself.”

Any thoughts of pushing for more patrons to offset his and Sam’s massive debt had flown away. Dean could only nod like an idiot, he knew what the man meant, of course, but the unspoken implications in the statement were pinging around in his head like a super ball. He might have squeaked out an ‘okay’ or a ‘yeah’ as he headed back to work, he didn’t remember. He did remember almost tripping over his own feet and not looking back, knowing his face would be bright red. He pretended to not remember hearing another chuckle.

Since then, Angel Eyes came in at least once a week, always sat at the end of the bar, and always ordered the monthly special, even though he paid for each subsequent drink following his correct guess. He was never wrong about the flavor either, which amazed Dean, he even got the lemon meringue right. He’d been so sure that no one would get it – he’d heard lemon-vanilla, toasted marshmallow, all kinds of other things because who guesses ‘meringue’ for a whiskey anyway? Apparently, a man with gorgeous blue eyes in a slightly dirty trench coat. Three months in, he was the only person who’d figured out that Dean based all the specials on his favorite pies and it only made his guesses come that much quicker.

As he headed out to the front, he dropped off the pitcher of beer and grabbed #15 from the shelf. He almost couldn’t believe it had been ten months since his favorite patron had first come in. Tonight was the night, he resolved, he would ask for Angel Eyes’ actual name. Maybe in another ten months, he’d work up the courage to ask for his number. Dean internally rolled his eyes at himself. He was truly pathetic.

Angel Eyes perked up at the end of the bar the moment Dean emerged from the back, yellow light from a nearby neon sign on the wall reflecting off his dark hair, almost like a halo. They smiled at each other and Dean’s heart was immediately doing flips, seeing how obviously happy he was to see him. Could be the Crush Goggles, but still…

“Fancy seeing you here,” said Dean, filling the glass with ice and setting it down on the bar. “I was wondering when you’d be in to try the latest special.”

“I’m just hoping it isn’t Pumpkin Spice,” said Angel Eyes. Being that it was October, it was a fair comment. You couldn’t go ten feet without encountering something bearing that smell and/or flavor.

“I do like pumpkin pie,” said Dean, pouring the whiskey. “But I think it’s more of a November flavor.”

Dark brows lifted. “A hint? This is new. What did I do to deserve that?”

Dean laughed. “Maybe I’m in a good mood, that’s all.”

“Me too. It’s a good night.”

“Hopefully, about to be better,” said Dean, nodding at the glass.

“I don’t need to drink to have a good time,” he said, but picked up the tumbler all the same to have a sip.

“Your continued presence at my bar says otherwise,” said Dean.

Angel Eyes swallowed. “There are other reasons a person might come to a bar.”

“Such as?”

“Good ambience.” He took a longer sip and let his eyes wander over Dean before traveling back up as he swallowed. “I like the company.”

Dean hoped he wasn’t blushing but he couldn’t hold back a goofy smile. “You do get to meet all kinds of people in a place like this,” he said.

“Yes, though I was referring to one specific person.”

“Yeah?”

He finished the whiskey and set down the glass, meeting Dean’s eyes head-on. “Yes.”

Mouth dry, Dean cleared his throat. “So, uh…” He gestured at the tumbler. “Any guesses?”

“Maybe.” He trailed one finger around the rim of the glass. “If I pay for the drink, can I have something else as my prize? If I get it right, of course.”

“Uh.” He swallowed hard. “S-s-sure.” He could hardly manage the one word; he couldn’t even summon the brain power to ask what it was he wanted.

Smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Angel Eyes considered his answer. “This is a good one,” he said. “Definitely not pumpkin, but it has sweetness… and a note of tart as well.”

“Are you a sommelier?” Dean asked suddenly. “That would sure as hell explain a lot.”

He laughed, the bright sound so incongruous with his gravelly voice, it had quickly become one of Dean’s favorite things about him. So much so, that he would go out of his way to come up with a corny joke or allow himself to be a little clumsy, just for the chance to hear that laugh.

“No,” he said, still smiling. “Disappointed?”

“No. I just can’t figure out how you’re never wrong.”

“I haven’t made my guess yet,” he pointed out.

“And?”

Deliberately, he reached into his glass and retrieved a small ice cube. Before Dean knew what was happening, Angel Eyes was popping it into his mouth and sucking on it while he thought about what answer to give.

Guh. He has to be doing this on purpose! Dean thought. How does he make everything he does so sexy?

Still keeping eye contact with Dean, he bit down hard. Crunch! If he kept this up, Dean would need to run to the bathroom and readjust his jeans. To try and diffuse some of the tension in the air, Dean attempted to make a joke like he usually would.

“You, uh, you know what they say about people who chew their ice, don’t you?” he asked, almost tripping on his own tongue.

“No,” he said, to Dean’s surprise. “What do they say?”

Well, this backfired spectacularly, thought Dean. “They, uh… that they’re, well, you know…” Those clear blue eyes wouldn’t give him an inch, Angel Eyes sat patiently waiting to hear the punchline of Dean’s naughty joke like they were talking about the weather. He had no choice but to quietly stutter, “That they’re… s-s-sexually frustrated.”

“Oh.”

Really? That’s all you have to say, ‘oh’? thought Dean, incredulously. While he watched, Angel Eyes fished out another ice cube and crunched down on it viciously, all while holding Dean’s gaze, as if to punctuate his statement. Heat creeping up into his cheeks, Dean took a steadying breath. Curse blushing, he thought. Curse the noun, curse the verb, curse the act!

“H-have I finally stumped you?” Dean asked when his tongue decided to work again.

“Caramel apple rhubarb,” he said, definitively. “Final answer.”

“Damn!” exclaimed Dean, pounding one fist on the bar. “You did it again!”

All he did was smile in response, the handsome bastard. As he reached into his coat pocket, he casually remarked, “You know, your freckles disappear when you blush.”

He blinked. “They do?”

“Then I get to notice them all over again when they come back.” Retrieving his wallet, he pulled out a ten-dollar bill and placed it on the bar between them. “It’s what I’ve been calling you in my head all this time. Freckles.”

“Well, that’s kind of rude, how would you like it if my brother and I were calling you Trench Coat behind your back?”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

“Okay, good, because that’s totally what we’ve been doing.”

They snickered together.

“Out of curiosity,” said Dean, “what were you calling Sammy?”

“Manbun.”

Dean snorted. “I’m absolutely going to call him that.”

“So, his name is Sam? You don’t wear nametags, so I’ve only ever known your last name.”

“Nametags are lame.”

“They are. What’s your name, then?”

“Is this what you wanted instead of a free drink?”

“No, this is something I should have asked ten months ago.”

Fair point. Dean held out his hand. “Dean,” he said.

His fingers were cold from the ice but his palm was warm and smooth. “Castiel.”

“Wow.” It wasn’t a name he’d ever heard before; surprise mixed with his pleasure over finally learning the name of his long-held crush. “Wasn’t expecting that.”

“What were you expecting?”

“Not sure. Probably something anti-climactic, like Steve.” He picked up the ten with his other hand. “I’ll get you some change.”

Castiel tightened his grip when Dean would have let go. “Keep it,” he said. “Consider it a tip.”

“Okay,” Dean said, slowly, tucking the bill into his apron pocket.

“Have you eaten dinner yet?” asked Castiel.

“No.”

He grinned and it put all of the smiles Dean had received before to shame. It held a hint of mischievousness as he said, “That’s what I want.”

“You-you want—what? D-dinner? W-with me?” Dean couldn’t quite believe his ears. He’d barely been able to hope for a first-name basis tonight, he couldn’t possibly be so lucky as to score a date. But then, considering they’d been dancing around each other for ten months, maybe Castiel thought if he didn’t make the first move, it would never happen.

Bringing up his other hand, Castiel sandwiched Dean’s between the two as he said, very deliberately, “I don’t believe I’ve guessed wrong.”

Dean could be pretty dense sometimes, but he knew unequivocally that Castiel wasn’t talking about the whiskey. “I’m off in half an hour,” he said, smiling like an idiot.

“I’ll be waiting… Freckles.”

Okay… so maybe blushing wasn’t such a bad thing.

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arunikas · 2 years

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Haiiiii

N, Q, Y for the ask game please! 😉

Halo your-internetfriend! 😍

N: Any fic ideas brewing that you’d care to share?

Ohhhh hehehe there are a few ideas I've been thinking about. Like this one fic about Naruto having his son kidnapped and Police Woman!Hinata helps to find him. A bit action-y in the and and a twist lol😂

And a horror high school AU which I've written half of the story and also this fic inspired by a book titled "Je Suis Là" in France or "I'm Still Here" (Naruto in comatose and Hinata accidentally entered his room when she delivers baked goods from her bakery shop😁)

Q: Do you like getting prompts from your readers?

I love them! But I'm just worried whether or not I can do their ideas justice 😅

I did this once though hahaha and I'm glad it turned out fine!😁

Y: What are your thoughts on your personal satisfaction with something you’ve written vs. the popularity of your stories? Do you tend to be most satisfied with your most popular stories?

Ummmm... actually... I'm fairly satisfied of what I write. I write what I really want to read and as those ideas got manifested in written document, I feel so content. So my satisfaction doesn't really depend on the popularity it gets, it's more like, once I publish the story, it means I'm satisfied of how it turned out 😁😁

Kudos and comments are gold but if I revolve my satisfaction on them, I'll feel so burdened and caged hahahaha 😂

I want writing to be as freeing as possible!

Thanks for the ask and have a nice day!🥰🥰

#your-internetfriend #ask game #kotak masuk

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nikosomething · 4 years

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Heyyyy! I'm back again. Sorry it took a while to send this ask! Mmm I'd choose the lan sect cuz I need some form of structure in my life lol. I'm not too bad with rules either. But I'd definitely hate their food. I eat wwx levels of spicy and hence I'd like to join the jiang sect haha. Also, their sword forms look nice? YASSS We'd LOOK SO GOOD! 💙🖤 ooh I like what you read. I like reading pining, arranged marriage aus, crack fics, post canon fics, missing scenes, I like canon divergence aus that concentrate on characters other than wwx and lwj. I also like fics with sad endings haha. (1/4)

I'm a big multishipper, too! There's no ship that I don't like? My favorites would be wangxian and sangcheng though. I'm always up to reading these two ships, but I'd read anything really. I feel yah, I do. I can't pick a junior either. I love them all dearly but I tend to get bored if lan jingyi isn't there in junior fics? I need Jingyi to be a major part of the fic if I'm to like it haha. (2/4)

I loooooove Asian cuisine. My favorite is Indian! All that spice, you know? I hope you ate good food since you made yourself hungry answering that lol. Your answer about the seasons is so detailed and beautiful? I love?? Mmmm my favorite season is the rainy season. It's the best. I love the melancholy, the cold and the sound of water tapping against the windows. I'd rather stay at home than venture outside in the rain tho! Winter is the most comfortable time for me, really. I hate the summer! I love the cold and end of the year is my favorite time! (3/4)

Now questions! Have you read any other mxtx works? Also, if you could change one thing is mdzs, what would it be? Do you have any post canon wangxian headcanons? Oooh, what's your favorite wangxian moment in CQL? General questions- do you celebrate Christmas? If you do, are you excited and how do you celebrate? Do you drink coffee or tea or neither or something else? What other shows have you watched except CQL this year? Aight, that's so many questions haha. (4/4) See you soon- 🐰

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Heyyyy my dear bunny! I missed ya! But don’t worry, life gets busy sometimes, so take all the time you need <3

Whoahhhh so cool that you can eat intensely spicy food!! I am trying to get used to spicy stuff, but I got a looong way to go haha I detect every gain of pepper or chili or whatever so I am only making slow progress, but I do enjoy spice - up to the level I can take without ending up all red and teary-eyed haha I enjoy good food a lot, too. I like to have some variation so I’d probably be unhappy if I had to only ever eat the Lan cuisine, too hahaha

Ohhhh arranged marriage, people keep recommending it to me - I shoudl really give it a go at some point! Any good fics you wanna recommend? And omggg sad endings!!! Whoah, I bow to you! I’s always pick a happy ending but then again the ending has to fit the need of the story, so I suppose if a happy ending would feel forced then pls gimme a sad one, perhaps even one we can all learn from And yessss, there are so many amazing characters in MDZS I totally get why you’d wanna read about them!! <3

Ah Sangcheng! It’s quite the popular ship I feel. I think it’s cute and a close friend of mine really loves them, too. I bet they’d be excited if I got into that ship as well haha What do you love about Sangcheng? (sell it to meh hahaha, get me hooked) JINGYI!! Yes, he’d the spice we need in the junior fics! He is just so much fun! I think all of them together make such a perfect and well-balanced mix! Perf flavour hahaha What’s it with all the food references here. Am I mildly thinking about food again? Whaaaat Ohhhh Indian!!! (here we go again w the food hahaha) Damn I love Indian food! I cant take the spice so I always go for the noob dished, but they are amazing,t oo! What makes you hate the summer? Do you dislike sweating? You make it sound so cozy ahhh, I am happy we get to spend your fav season together, then, my dear bunny!! I love these timeless days between christmas and the beginning of the new year. It feels like everything is catching its breath and makes whatever you can think of become a bit more possibe

MXTX-related Questions

So far I haven’t read any other works of MXTX, but I think I wanna get to the one with the demonic guy in red and the white soft one next. What was it called? Heaven something? Now TMI tells me ‘City of Heavenly Fire’ which is absolutely not helpful. Uhm.. I could look it up, but then u wouldn’t witness my absolutely entertaining struggle of trying to make my brain work. The Scumbag Self Serving System (did I get that one right) is the first novel if I am correct. And then there is the Heavenly Helper... No... uhm Mysteries of Heaven... Heaven’s Helping Hand... I don’t think it’s getting any better here. I even watched the Donghua trailer wtf why can’t I remember hahaha... Voices of Heaven (that sounds like an American Singing Contest) Okay... imma look it up now. HEAVEN’S OFFICIAL BLESSING! that one. I was so close Have you read any other works? <3

If I could change one thing in MDZS, what would it be? I would want for XXC and XY to not die, thank you. But then again how about non of my baes die? Okay, lemme try again, to get an impressive and seemingly deep reply... Have Meng Yao realise what kind of a horrible butt his dad is early enough to prevent most of the bad things that happen. I am not sure - but what’s your idea on this one?

My favourite WangXian moment? In CQL it’s the one where they are both at the Cloud Recesses, watching the snowflakes dance through the air. Their bond feels so deep there! Or the one where they are at the lantern thing and WWX get’s LWJ the bunny lantern. Just... the pure happiness. Or the one where they are bold husbands and run away from Carp Tower. Is it even humanly possible to pick just one moment?? Which one is it for you?

General Questions

Do I celebrate Xmas? Yes, I do! I go to my mom’s place for Xmas, where we have dinner and then her boyfriend puts on his super old, super old and worn-out Santa clothes (which is very endearing, cause he is always having the time of his life). Then he hands us our presents which are gathered under the decorated Xmas tree and we have to cite a poem or sing to earn each present. Afterwards we all unpack together, excitedly thanking each other, have dessert and then watch a movie or a video of our past christmasses someone put together It’s all very wholesome. How about you?

Coffee, tea or something else? I like Moccachino, cause it’s an amazing hybrid of coffee and cocoa!! It’s best with coconut milk! That kind of coffee makes me feel all cozy and comfy, but I handle it like a treat. I only drink one, while a close friend of mine drinks several cups of milky coffee a day. I also love cocoa, but I drink it like others drink espresso. I tiny highly concentrated cup. No more. Like a shot of chocolate hahaha I don’t have much of a sweet tooth, but sometimes I crave it. As for tea, I looove herbal tea! Peppermint and Fennel Caraway Anise are amazing. Also freshly brewed ginger tea. And green tea with jasmine/flower blossoms or white tea. Big love for these. All of which without sugar so the flavour comes out to speak of its very own beauty I also like mate tea to keep me awake! Otherwise I love water or - omg - freshly pressed apple juice! The! best! Try it if you aren’t allergic! AHHHH that is honestly THE TREAT for me. Rare treat. I don’t even have it once a year. More like every four years or so. But dang. The. best. How about you? <3

Which shows have I watched this year? Many. Lots of cooking shows (on Netflix), cause, you know, food. xD By now I probably know almost all of them. There was a time when I was thoroughly up to date with ALL cooking shows on Netflix. One of my big dreams is being wealthy enough to hire a cook. To cook for me every day. Yes, yes. Otherwise lots of Asian shows. I can recommend:

Hotel Del Luna (omg, do urself a favour, judging from what I know about your taste I think you will like it a lot) also The King Eternal Monarch (good one, very good one)

I also watched Eternal Love and Eternal Love The Pillowbook, which were okay, but they aren’t my favourites Cinderella and the Four Knights was sweet Accidentally in Love was fun but has some major plot holes in my opinion I enjoyed She-Ra Who Are You moved me quite a bit ahhhh Extraordinary You was quite the ride, too!

What are your 2020 shows?

#mdzsnetcc #bunny friend

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twilightofthe · 5 years

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For the fanfic writer ask meme: E, N & W. Thanks 🙂.

Thanks for the ask, anon! (sorry for responding so late aaaa) Questions from this writing ask game

E: What character do you identify with most? Is there a certain fic of yours that captures these qualities particularly well?

C-3PO, I too am loud, over-talkative, anxious, like linguistics, and tend to bother people. Lol but for real? Ok, I know I’ve made this joke before, but minus the evil and the murder, I really do relate to Anakin in a way, like I’ve got this entire [post] on why I think he’s ADHD like I am, and his anxiety and general tendency to be a disaster socially resonates with me too, like, I get that. I’m also a massive drama queen who’s really smart about like one or two particular things so yea. I’d say overall tho, I’m probably the most like Luke, a little whiny and awkward, a little dramatic, little reckless, love my friends and family a LOT, want to explore. As to fics that capture similar qualities, I’d definitely say Pas de Deux, the way I write Anakin in it has a LOT of my anxiety and my worst headspace involved and wrapped up in his character, I very much projected a bit while writing it.

N: Any fic ideas brewing that you’d care to share?

Ohhhh honey you’ve got a storm coming…. besides the obvious other two books in walk the (family) line, I’ve got an entire list on a separate document of different stories I want to write, ideas including:

A oneshot fic I’m actually kinda working on right now. It’s another modern!AU Obikin romcom and I won’t spoil it, but it involves parkour, R2 the parrot, Obi Wan may or may not be James Bond, and Anakin accidentally becomes Twitter famous

An epistolary style fic set during Obi Wan’s time on Tatooine where nine year old Leia finds the emergency comm Bail has to contact him, and both the lonely, kind of awkward young princess and the tired old hermit who should know better but is also lonely and misses both of her parents dearly set up a penpal relationship. End goal is to establish a relationship that gives Leia a proper reason to name her son “Ben”.

A semi-crackfic where the Jedi Council gets some sort of Clue From The Force™ about the identity of the Secret Sith Lord, that clue being that the Sith Lord is: a politician with close ties to Anakin Skywalker, and also had very specific motives to send Darth Maul to Naboo. Alllll the wrong conclusions are drawn from that, and the next day, Padmé Amidala is arrested for treason. Obi Wan is the only Council member who’s like “y’all she’s innocent, it’s clearly the fucking Chancellor”, Sidious tries to manipulate the situation to remove the only two people in his way at once, and poor Anakin spends the entire fic in a state of “UH HI YEAH WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON” Shenanigans ensue

A 5+1 times they kissed Obikin alternate canon shortfic, because I’m hopeless and want to write shmoop.

A Sadmé (Satine/Padme) Ocean’s 8 AU that came about entirely over me yelling over Cate Blanchett and wanting to write a heist fic starring all of the SW Prequels/TCW ladies being total badasses

This absolutely BONKERS Rebels AU fic where S4 Ezra accidentally pulls both Ahsoka AND Kanan into the World Between Worlds during the Vader fight in S2. Vader recognizes what happened and promptly kidnaps S2 Ezra who’s there by himself— as well as Maul who’s established a bond with Ezra over the Sith holocron —in hopes of discovering the secret of time travel. While S2 Ezra has to somehow survive the Crazy Murder Roadtrip with Maul and Vader, now S4 Ezra, Kanan, and Ahsoka have to race to A: Find and rescue S2 Ezra before one of the Sith kill him— and therefore also kill S4 Ezra, B: Make sure Maul and Vader’s tentative alliance doesn’t lead to them finding Obi Wan for obvious reasons, and C: Make sure neither Maul nor especially Vader find the Lothal Temple World Between Worlds entrance and risk unleashing either into a past they both desperately want to change

A fic detailing different little neuroses and traits and attitudes passed down through the Yoda-Dooku-Jinn-Kenobi-Skywalker-Tano line.

Cross generational shortfic focusing on the desert children— Anakin, Luke, and Rey — and their first experiences with water and rain

A ficlet where Yoda somehow gets babified and basically just all of the Jedi Order having to deal with the cuteness overload that is Baby Yoda.

A post-TROS political drama where Leia’s Force Ghost realizes that once again, a new government is gonna need to be built in the aftermath of the First Order’s nonsense and that there are almost no good remaining politicians in the galaxy. Finn is unfortunate enough to know how command works, how to take charge, how to deal with FO remnants, and is Force Sensitive enough to see ghosts, so Leia takes it upon herself to mold Finn into the next leader of the GFFA. Would focus on rebuilding, family legacy, be very very Jedistormpilot, and so on. I feel like I’m not really invested enough in the ST but I reeeeally want to see this idea in fic form, so I might end up giving this idea away at some point.

This one fic that’s been going through my head for YEARS but have always felt scared of actually writing because I know right now that it’s gonna get LONG, like over 200k (lol and look what’s happening with Mutuals ahahAHAHA—) where Anakin flat out dies. Just, during TCW season 5, he fights Dooku and in the process of killing him, goes down with him and dies. Padmé will have just became about a month pregnant at this time, and part of the fic will focus on her and Obi Wan and Ahsoka dealing with the aftermath of Anakin’s death, as Sidious is forced to jumpstart his plans and execute Order 66 early now that he’s not waiting on Anakin anymore. The other part of the fic will focus on Anakin’s ghost, unable to communicate with Obi Wan or Ahsoka and having to watch them and Padmé and the surviving Jedi form the Rebellion themselves and his children being born and growing up without him, even though Luke and Leia will end up being the only ones who can see him. It’ll go right up through the 20 years of the Empire and have a gigantic cast and I just don’t know if I can do it.

Now, I hate to say it, but I need to let it be known that these are still MY IDEAS, and I have not given anyone permission to use them, so please do not be that person. Do not steal these ideas for yourself. I will be VERY upset if someone does. If you really like an idea, DM me and ask, but I don’t plan to give any of them away at the moment.

W: What is your favorite pairing to write? Favorite pairing to read?

Hmm, to write? That’s tough! There’s so many different complex relationships in Star Wars that I’ve really found myself enjoying exploring, and it’s hard to find a particular one that I like best. I’m open to at least sampling most pairings for reading, but my favorite has to be Obikin. It just makes me happy!!!!! :D

Thanks again for asking, and y’all should tell me in the notes if any of the fic ideas sound like something you’d read!!!!!

#morai musings #asks #ask #anon

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Oh Anon, you done permitted me to unleash my Klance storm I’ve been brewing all evening let me tell you…

So here's the thing I back when the SDCC thing dropped. James looks like he has purple eyes. I thought he was going to be revealed as a Galra plant? But no, he just has violet-ish eyes and honestly to me? He looks like a Klance lovechild.

Which got me thinking. What if he was? (Through a combo of Alien science DNA-mixing and a surrogate).

Okay so basically the premise is like in Sailor Moon when Chibiusa shows up but KLANCE:

His parents sent him through a cosmic wormhole or whatever because it isn't safe for him in the future timeline but maybe something goes wrong and he lost part of his memory and was adopted by the Griffins but remembers his Dad (Lance) and Pops (Keith). Just not their names and their faces are fuzzy but he remembers them loving and protecting him and each other.

As a wee child he arbitrarily decided that his Pops is the only person in the world allowed to call him "Jim" or any variation thereof bc his Pops is so chill about it.

(This made Future!Lance sad bc he named him James Tiberius Kogane-McClain for a REASON and wanted to be able to do “Damn it, Jim! I’m your father not a...” Dad jokes and JAMES SENSED THIS WAS COMING)

When he meets Keith at school he hates him. He doesn't know why. At the Garrison he's super fond of Lance and they both consider themselves Keith's rival and maybe bond a little over that? But also Lance is funny! Reminds him of his Dad’s sense of humor. Huh.

Keith gets so exasperated at one point he goes to Shiro:

"UGH WHY DOES JAMES HATE ME IS IT BECAUSE I'M GAY?"

And Shiro's like, "Well Keith, James was telling that Taylor kid that he has two dads, do you think it–"

"WHAT. WHAT THE, wait, omg he's friends with Taylor wtf I don't want to hate him he's so damn cute, I HATE HIM NOW AND HIS STUPID TWO DADS."

There's other clues like when Lance finds out James's full name is James Tiberius and he's like "ZOMG I always wanted to name my future kid that!! I never told anyone that before!! Why am I shouting? JAMES YOU'RE SO COOL!!"

*Keith overhearing this in the lunch room, snapping his spork in frustration*

"Why Taylor whyyyyyy... I can't tell if you have bad taste or if I do?!"

*Adam slowly slides him a Capri Sun and pats his shoulder*

(Future!Keith didn't fight Future!Lance on the name bc he got a "BABIES AND WOLVES DON'T NAME THEMSELVES, OKAY??" lecture and it makes Lance super happy. However the next kid has to be named Yoralivan they promised Krolia).

James and Keith are arguing and Keith is like "WHATEVER JIMBO!" and James just freezes because that's what his Pops and ONLY his Pops calls him and he cries because hearing Keith say that name in that tone causes his memories to come flooding back.

He runs away to his bunk and tries to rationalize it and realizes he must be in an alternate reality like Uncle Slav said! Because his dads can't really be the goofball who does random silly dances in the hallway and the annoying rebel show-off? RIGHT?

Wrong :)

So that's the day Keith gets kicked out of the Garrison. James doesn't talk to Lance anymore, and Lance thinks he did something wrong but won't get an answer out of him but shrugs it off because he's a fighter pilot now!

Cut to the paladins returning to Earth. And Keith is back and so is Lance and wait… They're holding hands. Oh no. OHHHH NOOOOOOOOO. OH GOD NOT THIS REALITY TOO! I CANNOT WATCH MY PARENTS DO THIS WHAT IF I WALK IN ON THEM DOING SOMETHING THAT WILL SCAR ME.

James is now having a crisis because they have to save Earth but also he REALLY is getting weirded out watching his parents make goo-goo eyes at each other.

He also quickly realizes they both plan to propose to one another and starts conveniently interrupting and separating them.

But also? He oddly… supports them!? Like when they snipe at each other he tries to shut that noise down quickly and yells at Keith to go apologize to Lance because "He deserves so much better than YOU, but you make him happy so don't fuck that up, okay?"

(He’s secretly cheering inside because holy FUCK he’s allowed to yell and swear at his Pops and he’s not getting a “Language!” raised eyebrow of disapproval from his Dad or Uncle Shiro).

Actually it makes him pang a little inside because one of his favorite things is when his Dad would hear him swear and he and his Pops would make fun of his reaction:

“Language James! Keith, back me up here.”

“... Watch your fucking mouth, Jim”

“KEITH!”

“LKSDJHS I will father, I will.”

Keith has already realized his Taylor error from back in the day so he remembers James and Tay-Lance being buds and OH NO IS THIS FUCKER AFTER MY MAN. FFFF IM PROPOSING RIGHT NOW.

Keith has Cosmo (Kosmo?) zap them away to the cockpit of the Red Lion bc James can't interrupt them there and he proposes with a ring he forged during his two years on the space whale after smelting down a re-puposed dagger Krolia had from her family. Lance cries and takes his own ring out of his pocket that his mom gave him (was her father's ring) after she spent 3 minutes with Keith and Lance in the same room and realized her son needed to put a ring on that STAT.

James is. Very. Conflicted.

Because he loves his parents. He wants to go back to them.

But they're also right in front of him and he can't let it show. Because he's realized he is in his own timeline (damn it Slav!!) and he doesn't want to butterfly effect himself out of existence.

(Or he'll wake up and his middle name isn't Tiberius it's Kosmo-Yorak-Kolivan-Texas or whatever Keith would decide in revenge for all the crap he's put him through).

They do find out though. It's a little weird.

Shiro just blinks and is like. "I should be more surprised right? But I have a floaty robot-arm and Altean magic powers and I literally could not fathom how i'm supposed to be shocked anymore."

Adam buys Keith a lot of Capri Suns (in this universe James sabotaged his getting to the mission on time like his Pops told him to and Adam is perfectly awesomely ALIVE bc fuck why not I'm already writing a Klance lovechild Sailor Moon AU so Adam lives bitches).

Happy ending! James goes back to the future and Lance is hugging him like "Omg I am so PROUD YOU GREW UP SO GOOD UGH YOU ARE GONNA BE SUCH A HEARTBREAKER NO DATING UNTIL YOU ARE 22 PROMISE ME!!"

James rolls his eyes. "Da~aaad. You were how old when you two started–"

"NO DATING UNTIL YOU ARE TWENTY TWO!"

Keith's all soft, fond smile on his face, "Nice work, Jimbo," and ruffling his hair. "But did you have to be such a royal pain to your Pops like that?"

"Shut up Mullet!" James and Lance say while both crying and hugging.

"Yeah okay… Your name is Yorak now."

Uncle Adam and Uncle Takashi are crying into their Capri Suns. Uncle Slav has been tossed into the brig by Aunt Allura for almost interrupting the reunion.

#em answers #anonymous #whoops I accidentally wrote a s7 klance fic #with shadam because fuck yes #voltron spoilers #voltron season 7 #voltron season 7 fix-it #klance #shadam #adashi #headcanons #em writes #em rambles #james griffin #klance lovechild au

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lovminho · 6 years

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Ohhhh you're doing the fic title thing too? well how about "cold brew" (extra bownie pts if it's a drabble for your deaf minho au)

what if

okay so i know you wanted a continuation but like.. what about an au in an au with deaf innkeeper minho and soaking wet pirate jisung walks in looking for a warm drink and a room for the night because he lost a bet

minho is really jumpy because no one knows he can’t hear or else he’d probably be attacked, so he’s super strong and good at self defense as well so he can protect himself

send me made up fic titles

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M and N! 😊

M: What’s the weirdest AU scenario you’ve ever come up with? Did it turn into a story?

Ohhhh boy, literally *all* of them 😂 I like to take one scene from any other book/movie/show/podcast/situation and make it jatp, so many of them have become one shots on ao3 because I juts need to write that one scene! I think my con artist/hacker au running with fire, I live like a liar is the only one that's turned into a full story (hopefully eventually lol). Weirdest one? Either dont tell me it wasn't black and white (based on a sci-fi podcast scene) or lets be crazy (based on make it or break it, a gymnastics drama show)

N: Any fic ideas brewing that you’d care to share?

Hmmm many brewing, not many physically being written lol. I have to edit it/add more still, but I have a new au (of course) where the guys are in the club and Julie starts a secret relationship with Luke and then bad things happen 👀

Ask me a letter about fanfics!

#thanks friend!!#answered ask #ask game #fanfic #fanfic asks

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lobster-tales · 3 years

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Face the Noise

Arcane Rock Band AU

Rating: Explicit

Chapter 18: The Bedroom Part 2

Summary: Caitlyn and Vi wake up.

This work is available here on AO3. Chapter 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17

The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting the room in a bright glow. Caitlyn eased into consciousness. She felt Vi’s presence beside her, heard the sound of her sleeping breath.

Caitlyn turned away from the light and towards Vi. She admired her face, the furrowed concentration that Vi wore when she slept. Caitlyn brushed Vi’s cheek with her fingers, wanting to ease the worry lines from her face.

Vi twitched at the touch, lids fluttering. Her features relaxed when she saw Caitlyn, and fell back into slumber with a happy sigh.

She needed the rest; she’d been through enough. Caitlyn rose without her, the morning playing out as usual: brush her teeth, comb her hair, brew coffee. She prepared a cup for Vi, taking a gamble by adding a spoonful of sugar to it.

When she returned to the warmth of the bed, Caitlyn sat upright. On instinct, she reached for her phone, then decided against it. Even if she opened social media, checked the news, she wouldn’t be able to concentrate. Not with Vi here.

Instead, she focused her efforts inward, making a plan. One sister taken care of, one to go. Powder. How did she get herself into a mess like this? And how would Caitlyn get her out? Or would she even be able to…

There had to be some loophole, some illegal trick that Silco’s team had taken advantage of. Caitlyn would need a lawyer, a good one. Whatever it took to get in and save Powder.

What if she doesn’t want to be saved? said a voice in the back of her mind. Try as she might, Caitlyn couldn’t ignore it. She couldn’t rule out the possibility that Powder chose this, especially based on what Ekko said. Perhaps Silco had brainwashed her. Or even more likely, lured her in with the promise of wealth.

Whatever game Silco was playing, Caitlyn would find out. She would scour the records, dig up dirt on him, whatever ammo she could find. Caitlyn would do what she did best: investigate.

Vi jerked. Without waking, she reached over Caitlyn’s thighs and nestled her face against them.

The emotion Caitlyn felt while looking at her wasn’t quite… love. Despite everything they had gone through, it was still too early for that. If anything, she felt calm. Comforted. She didn’t know how to explain it; Vi felt like home to her. Even though no commitments had been spoken yet, gone was the uncertainty.

And, perhaps most importantly, Vi would not suffer in silence any more. She would survive this; Caitlyn would make sure of it.

Vi stirred against her, grumbled into Caitlyn’s thigh, “Did you make coffee?”

“I did.” Caitlyn nodded to the nightstand off Vi’s side of the bed. “Your cup’s there.”

“Ohhhh, fuuuuuuck.” Still laying on her stomach, Vi reached the edge of the bed and sipped loudly. “Thank you.”

“You’re-”

Caitlyn’s phone erupted. Before she answered the call, Caitlyn noted the name on the screen. “Sky?”

“Hey! Good morning.” Sky’s voice was different; it had a nervous tremor. “How um… how was the rest of your night? I heard you left early… with someone…”

Caitlyn decided not to kiss and tell: at least, not in front of Vi. “It was fine.” She saw Vi’s crestfallen face beside her and immediately followed up with, “The party was fine, I mean. Just the party, the rest of the night was…” Amazing? Incredible? Ugh, she needed to focus. Sky never called her like this, always prefaced it with a text, and her tone was worrying Caitlyn. “Um, Sky, you don’t sound… Is something going on?”

“Oh, n-not really,” Sky said. “Um… have you checked anything on social media? Today?”

“No? Why?”

“... Are you alone? Or is Vi there?”

Caitlyn considered lying, but instead chose to say, “I’m not alone.”

“Okay. I’m gonna send you a link to a video.” She hesitated. “You… you should watch it together.”

“Uh… sure?”

“Okay… And Caitlyn?” Sky asked.

“Yes?”

“I’m so sorry.”

“What? Why are you-” The call ended with a click. Caitlyn stared at her phone screen, bewildered.

“What’s up?” Vi raised her head.

“I’m not sure. Sky just-” Her phone buzzed. “Oh, she texted me.” Caitlyn read the link, a nondescript series of numbers and letters. Her thumb tapped against the screen.

As the video loaded, Caitlyn sat back, holding the phone up for Vi, who snuggled in beside her. “Here, she wanted us both to watch.”

“What is it?” Vi asked.

“I don’t know.”

The screen went to black. Soft, synth bells began to play in the background, the sound joined by heaving, offbeat breaths.

Then a familiar laugh. The blackness lit up with various neon glows, shadowing a twiggy figure in the center of the set.

The first verse launched with a rap. With each set of words, more of the singer was revealed. First the profile of her lower face:

Riots on the TV Freeway dirt bike, popping wheelies They wanna keep it PG All their daughters wanna be me

A closeup of her teeth pulling a pin from a painted grenade. Then her fingers loading a large pistol–a prop, Caitlyn noted, though it was an impressive combination of pieces. Whoever designed it knew their guns.

I'm Georgia peachy, believe me Head out the window, it's breezy They up my ass like bikinis I'm not nice, I'm a meanie

The darkness again, though now the neon light was brighter. Fog clouded the floor at her feet, and her entire silhouette was almost visible. As she sang, she rolled her neck in a circle, starting at the front and moving back around.

Ooooooh Sorry mom and daaaaaad

She lifted her gun, her shadowed profile making a recognizable shape. Her long hair fell in twin braids behind her.

I did something baaaaaad Please don't get attached There's no coming back

An expletive beep sounded, then the singer’s shoes were visible. Caitlyn recognized the combat boots as designer, and worth nearly $1000–she knew this because she had considered buying the same pair for the gala, specifically to spite her mother. However, instead of the solid black Caitlyn had wanted, these were covered in graffiti.

The singer’s boots strutted down a street at night, purple fires lit in the background. The camera slowly panned up, revealing pink knee high socks over torn leggings. The ends of her blue braids swung freely beside her.

Break a heart like an egg shell Cardiac arrest, a heart attack Throw a tantrum Baby, doll me up 'cause I'm a brat

The camera revealed a dark pink, plaid skirt, fingerless gloves on her weaponed hands, and then her midriff. Behind her, something exploded.

I'm a handful, demi-devil Pyromaniac

She was fully visible. Her top was it’s usual black halter, shrouded in both sides by a pink, glamorous coat. Round sunglasses screened her heavy eye makeup, her bangs creating a scar across one side of her face.

Bitch, I am one,

Powder stopped, smirking, and reached up to peer over the glasses. Her eyes were a vibrant pink, though Caitlyn remembered them being blue.

Throw a tantrum

Deep horns began to bellow. The singer entered a montage of exaggerated violence. She threw bombs carelessly. Swathed in darkness, she hoisted a gatling gun to her thigh. Her face was lit up by each blast of the weapon, contorted in a sinister laugh.

Caitlyn and Vi watched the video in stunned silence, unable to turn away. Powder continued her rampage throughout the second verse. During the chorus, she appeared to be on a stage, backup dancers lined behind her. The camera looked up from the audience, and she leaned into it.

Another series of violent acts, intercut with scenes of her at a party, dancing on a table above a swarming crowd. Cut to her in a bathtub, surrounded by empty glass bottles. And then, standing through the roof of a limo, middle fingers extended skyward. The car cruised through the sickly light of Zaun.

In the last few moments of the song, Powder heaved her gatling gun above her head and smashed the camera, sending it hurtling to the pavement. The video blurred as she grabbed the cracked screen in a vise, sneering,

Throw a tantrum

Then the screen was black again. A word flashed across the screen in jagged, neon letters:

Shimmer Entertainment Presents:

An explosion off screen, the purple light illuminating the name of the singer.

Jinx

#arcane #arcane fic #jinx #powder #rock band au #face the noise #chapter 18 #vicait #violyn #jayvik #my fic

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renegadesrpg · 4 years

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Soulmates Part 17: Netflix and Chill. Layla and Sean

Sean: *Looks the TV tray and evaluates its contents.* Hmmm.... Microwave popcorn? Check. Brews? Check. Raisinets? Check.... *calling out to the living room in the @ChosenDarkened * Hey, baby, what do we need for movie night besides popcorn beer, and Raisinets? I feel like I'm forgettin' something. *grinning to myself because even after all these months, this totally mortal thing of 'Netflix and chill' with my girl still feels special.*

Layla: *smiling I peek my head out the doorway* Ummm peanut butter M&M's? The movie choice?

Sean: Right. *gets in the cabinet and snags the M & M's, then adds the to the tray and takes it to the living room* Movie choice is yours. *smiles and sits the tray on the ottoman.* I made the popcorn.

Layla: *smiling as I snag a few M&M's then grab the remote as I plop down next to you* I'm thinking something silly. I've heard this movie mentioned before so I want to see it. It's supposedly quite funny. *I push the buttons and hit start then put the remote to the side as the movie, Sixteen Candles, begins* The popcorn smells great Love. Not burnt this time. *I giggle remembering the last time he accidentally burned it*

Sean: Hey *mockingly defensive as I toss a piece of popcorn at you* I may not NEED to eat but I can learn how to use a microwave. I just needed practice. *twisting the cap of your beer, I hand it to you and then do the same to my own. Sitting the popcorn bowl in my lap, I put my arm around you and settle back against the couch.* So what's this movie about?

Layla: *I take a drink of the beer* It’s about teenagers in the 1980's. It’s my understanding it is about their various relationships and how they get along, or not, and figuring out ummm their role in life. Something like that. I was told the situations they deal with are funny. *I lean into you as we start watching*

Oh my goodness! How could her family forget her birthday?

Sean: *Taking a sip of my beer, smiling as I get a warm armload of Layla-mine* Birthdays are important to mortals?

Layla: Yes, it’s my understanding they are quite a rite of passage. Especially their 1st, 16th, 18th, and 21st. That's what I read anyway. Oh my, that boy is definitely odd. Do young males act like that when they wish to woo a female? Because... No.

Sean: *Laughing* It's been a long time since I was a teenage boy and when I was a boy you were pretty much considered a man by the time you were 16. Not like it is today. Male-female relationships were a lot different back then. But I will say when those hormones start flowin' initially, a guy's brains pretty much are focused in another part of his body than his head.

Layla: *giggling* I have seen that in adult males too. Those hormones must be very strong. Gym class? Oh, exercise to stay healthy. That is important, but why are those females jealous of the naked one? They seem fit enough.

Sean: *choking on my beer* It's not about being fit, baby. It's about the...um... figure. Chosen all live in pretty close quarters growing up don't they? Didn't you guys ever compare you're...um... "assets"?

Layla: *my brow knits for a moment then I realize what you mean* Oh! Oh! Well um it wasn't, well some of us did as we developed but it was definitely not encouraged or spoken of.

Sean: *laughs and kisses your temple* Of course you didn't. But you weren't in competition for males. In humans, a woman with certain well-developed assets was considered to be more likely to survive childbirth. And getting a male who was strong enough to protect them and provide for them and their young was important to females. So there was competition among them to attract that kind of male and it only makes sense to evaluate the competition. In thousands of years, that basic behavior hasn't changed.

Layla: Oh that makes sense. Yes, female vampires are also desiring males who can provide well for them. Hopefully this female, ummm Sam, sees she is worthy despite having smaller breasts. For instance, she's been very patient with her family's forgetfulness even though it must hurt.

Sean: A wise man realizes that a happy life is about more than their mate's "assets." Sam has what it takes to make that happen for a guy. But I think these bozos are all too immature to see it. *Laughs* I'm glad that mating dance wasn't part of my youth.

Layla: Me too. Although my youth was good I certainly wouldn't have wanted to be involved in those games. I agree the males seem very immature. Definitely not ready for mating. Ohhhh! Her grandmahmen just squeezed her breast. I fear I would have slapped her. Respected elder or not. That was very rude and probably hurt Sam.

Sean: Yeah....that was pretty out of line. Maybe she's got dementia? I can't think of any other reason she'd do something like that.

Layla: Perhaps. What? Long Duck Dong? OHHHH I get that joke. *laughing hysterically* poor male. *still laughing*

Sean: *Laughs* Oh man, he's never gonna' live that down! *crunches some popcorn*

Layla: No, he will not. *eating a handful of popcorn and M&M's mixed. We watch laughing at times, shocked at behavior other times*

Sean: *nuzzling your ear and snickering* If we have young, this is NOT happening. If I have to keep her under lock and key.

Layla: I'm in complete agreement Love. Holy shit! That male is showing all those boys Sam's underwear. *I cover my mouth with my hand shocked at my mouth*

Sean: And THAT would get a male dropped into the mouth of a volcano if that were our daughter. *frowns* If we have boys, maybe I'll lock THEM in their room until they're adults.

Layla: *I lean in and kiss your cheek* I would help you drop a male into a volcano who would do that. I believe our sons would know better but if they do not behave then definitely, they get locked in their room. *a few minutes later* There are way too many people at this male's house. I can understand why he's mad. *starting to laugh* That Long Duck Dong has found a female who appreciates him.

Sean: *snickers* I guess there really is someone for everyone. But yeah, that many young unsupervised is a recipe for disaster. Can't be too long until police come.

Layla: Oh that female that took advantage of her boyfriend, that's what she called him, would be punished severely by me if she were my young. Oh he's letting that umm nerd young male take her home. This may be ugly as he said he has no license.

Sean: Somehow I think she's about to face Karma. *finishes my beer* I don't think the other one is her boyfriend anymore after this.

Layla: I agree. She ruined her chances by being so cruel and selfish. Ohhhh a human wedding, how neat! I have heard they can be crazy. *giggling at the antics of the family*

Sean: Humans build it up so that women sometimes turn into bridezilla's for their "big day". I never got that. Wedding feasts, sure. Wealthy families always did that, but these days its nuts. *snickers* And that poor kid is supposed to put up with all of her sisters insanity.

Layla: Very much unfair. Her wedding is important but not more so than her sister’s 16th birthday. That was just very mean to be honest. *giggling* that is karma at its finest. That sister is now a mess at her own wedding! Foolishness to have taken so much muscle relaxing medicine.

Sean: Well let's hope the marriage goes better than the wedding. Although it might have made a funny sequel. *laughs and squeezes your shoulder.* You gonna be that nervous before our official mating?

Layla: No, because I am secure in our love and connection. That female was hiding her insecurities by being so self-absorbed. Oh Love look! That male made Sam a birthday cake. He's a worthy male.

Sean: *kissing your hair* You are my everything. *smiles* I'm glad you know that. Yeah, finally. I guess all teenage boys aren't total jerks. Is he taking her for a ride?

Layla: He did take her for a ride to his house where he gave her a cake. It’s good to know not all those young males were unworthy. Ohhh I love a happily ever after. *smiling and sighing*

Sean:*kisses you then smiles down into your face* I'm kinda up for our own "happy ending tonight. If you catch my drift, nalla.

Layla: Our thoughts were the same Nallum. Shall we? *I ask as I turn off the TV*

Sean: *scooping you up in my arms as I rise and smiles.* Absolutely. *mists us away to our bedroom for the night.*

#TBC

#Soulmates #Renegades #RRPG #AU #BDB #Reapers #Vampires #Angels #Wolfen #Ghosts

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euargh · 7 years

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Tagged by the awesome @thebigdeepcheatsy PLEASE GO WISH HIM A HAPPY BIRTHDAY! [link] ALSO PLEASE LOOK AT HIS AMAZING ART TOO: [link]

1. Do you like cake or ice cream better? OHHHH MY GOD. I LOVE BOTH! THEY ARE ESPECIALLY DELICIOUS WHEN COMBINED.

2. Who is your least favorite Pokémon? OH. Hmm... MAYBE GYARADOS. MAINLY BECAUSE I AM BUTTHURT THE CUTE FAT MAGIKARP DOES NOT EVOLVE INTO A FAT HAPPY FISH. I do not like evolving them. I just like to collect the cute fat orange fish. :c

3. What was the last horror movie you watched? I am waaaay too much of a coward to watch horror movies. I CAN NOT RECALL THE LAST TIME I EVEN WATCHED ONE. OH WOW. oH WAIT. I DO NOW. Back in 2006, I think? Final Destination 3 or 4. I wanted to watch a cartoon movie (I can not remember what) but this horrifying person I was with at the time made a face at me thinking I was being immature and so we saw the horror movie, which disturbed me GREATLY... until the next new thing disturbed me. Oh and my mom LOVES and OBSESSES with horror movies (which is probably why I do not like them) and so whenever I pass by the TV in the living room and hear screaming and loud sawing I walk really fast. IT IS HILARIOUSLY IRONIC SINCE I AM TTLY EDGYLORD™

4. Marvel or DC Comics Hard to choose. I love Marvel because WOLVERINE, but DC is also cool. FUUUUCK.

5. Is there one character that you think could use some improvement that others think is well developed? OH MAN. I DO NOT HAVE AN EYE FOR THAT.

6. Scariest villain in any media? Real life horrible people when portrayed in movies based on a true story. OH GAWD, I KNOW. I AM NOT FUN. SORRY.

7. One country you’d like to visit? Denmark or Finland, one of the most happiest places on Earth. HOOOLY SHIT FROM WHAT I HAVE BEEN ABLE TO SEE FROM PICTURES ONLINE, THOSE PLACES LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL. IT MAKES ME CRY. I WOULD BE HAPPY TOO IF I LIVED IN A PRETTY LOCATION THAT SNOWS.

8. Flying or invisibility? FLYING.... though with invisibility I can finally take the bus and/or gather my groceries in peace without anyone staring at me, and solar light may pass right through me meaning highly unlikely I would be affected by the sun. FLYING THOUGH. I CAN JUST FLY MYSELF AWAY TO SOME ISOLATED LOCATION AWAY FROM THE HUMANS AND NOT REALLY NEED INVISIBILITY. FUUUUCK.

9. Last joke you told? OH. UH. WHAT A HUMBLE BUMBLE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

10. 5 Fictional Crushes? 1. Dewey Derwin, he reminds me of me so much that I just scream whenever reading the comics. HIS ANGST AND ANGER ARE SO MUCH LIKE MINE. HE IS SO GROUCHY. HE WEARS PURPLE/LIME GREEN. COLORS THAT REPRESENT ME. OH MY GOD. AND THIS ONE SCENE IN WHICH HE IS GOING ABOUT A SCIENCE EXPERIMENT "YES YES YESSSS" UNTIL HIS MOM INTERRUPTS, HE RESPONDS WITH "NO NO NOOOO!" so great. JSLKJF need to draw fanart before the next issue arrives. I HAD TWO MONTHS. BUT I JUST FEARED ANNOYING THE ARTIST WITH MY UGLY ART. -CRIES-

2. ORAS TABITHA because I found everything he told Maxie to be incredibly sweet. I hate this game for making me cry AND FEEL THINGS. EW EMOTIONS. -BOTTLES THEM UP.-

Tabitha: "To set right the wrongs you've done, without running away in fear—isn't that how an adult accepts responsibility? ... Should you find the resolve to do so inside yourself, then I... Team Magma Admin Tabitha... I will serve at your side as counsel forever." Maxie: "T-Tabitha, thank you."

-CRIES- My versions of Maxie when RP'd is an AU in which he either had no Tabitha to help him stick around and not run off in fear, or Tabitha is trying to crush Maxie and/or run him over with a truck in an assassination attempt to steal his leader position. FOR COMICAL REASONS. TABITHA POPPED RIGHT OUT OF MAXIE'S SOUP IN A LOONEY TOONS TYPE WAY TO RUN OVER MAXIE. Need to make fanfiction of this soon.

3. MCCREE, I DO NOT KNOW WHY. I JUST FIND HIM EXTREMELY CUTE FOR WHATEVER REASON?! I FEEL WEIRD ABOUT IT AND HATE MYSELF AND I AM PROBABLY RUINING THE CHARACTER FOR ANYONE THAT LIKES HIM.

4. I CAN NOT RECALL ANYONE ELSE AT THE MOMENT.

11. Coffee or Tea? SINCE THE COFFEE I BREW TASTE LIKE LITERAL SEWAGE AND MY TEA KEEPS GETTING THROWN OUT, I AM UNABLE TO ANSWER THIS. LMAO.

HA HA, MY TURN TO ASK THE QUESTIONS NOW. 1. What time is it in your area? 2. What did you do this morning? 3. What is a color you are drawn to the most? 4. What is your favorite pokemon? 5. ALBATROSS! THE ALBATROSS! 6. What is your favorite show? 7. Who is your favorite character? 8. What is your favorite movie? 9. Which is your favorite song? 10. BUTTMAN! 11. Sorry, I am not good at asking the questions.

NOW TO TAG PEOPLE TO GO ABOUT THE QUESTIONS I ASK. (I MUST BE SPECIFIC SINCE GOBURGER IS A NEWB.) I TAG: @boogiefeverforever @gorburger @cheapkrabs @ask-boris-the-puppup @dj-foxy-bomber-blog-blog @akkikumori @wintercool612 @checracret and anyone else that would like to do this!

#about me #survey #NEED TO ORGANIZE MY TAGS #tagged #I LOVE BEING TAGGED IN THINGS #THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME #HURRAY

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