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spade-snax · 3 years ago

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Alright! Here goes my Bugsnax Grumpus last name headcanon!

(This ended up being way longer than I thought it would've been, oh god-)

I think we all can agree that the headcanon where a Grumpus child has their parent's combined last names as their own last name is a very common headcanon people share. It's a good one! Even I like it a lot. And when applied to OCs or fankids it makes for some hilarious names.

It'd make sense in-canon and I feel like it gives the Grumpus world more depth as their own little tradition. (Honestly give me ANY culture/tradition headcanon for Grumpuses PLEASE THOSE ARE MY FAVORITEEEE I even had one for teeth a while ago that I may share publicly one day!!)

But I've been thinking about this, especially because of Cromdo and my own OCs - Neddy and Rason Honeyfidget. With Rason being Neddy's dad, if we only used this headcanon then Neddy shouldn't have this last name... Well, there's a lore reason why he doesnt and that is that his mother has died while he was still an egg, a while before hatching. Rason made him take on "Honeyfidget" only.

But that's just the backstory that got me thinking at the name traditions as a whole, so I'll try to avoid OC talk any further to make this friendlier for others who do not know about my OCs and are just interested in reading this headcanon.

Another headcanon I want to mention as I apply it to my own is the headcanon that Triffany changed her last name to Bronica's last name as a way to honor her. You can definitely change your name to anything you want in the Grumpus world, but changing your last name to a relative's like your grandparent's last name is possibly quite common!

And now I want to bring up Cromdo and the fact he is divorced. It has been confirmed that Cromdo is divorced and that his name may reflect that. (Though originally it was answered in the AMA that "Cromdo Face" just sounded funny at first and that it is possible that he did loose a half of his last name this way!)

Also I want to say that he wasn't abusive to the child mentioned! I remember there was a small confusion and drama about that. And I believe one of the devs on the YH discord mentioned that the 1# tie was a reference to Octodad. I do not remember if that confirmed that he is a father or if this answer by Sage was possibly wrong. He cannot see the child because he lost custody of them and lost in court. I do not have screenshot evidence of this. On a side-note I believe this could be one of the reasons he grew to be so money hungry. He didn't have enough money back then to keep his child. Again I want to say it could be ONE of the reasons and not the exact reason why he is this way.

This is more so of an ramble about my headcanon and what I want to say rather than some comprehensive thing, I am so sorry dfwergeg it's just how I write and explain things and I gotta mention it ALL (Great addition to "Guzma, your ADHD is showing")

Anyways, back on track with my HC.

But in this/my headcanon - Cromdo is divorced, he has had a child, and lost a part of his last name because of the divorce. I do not know how human marriage last name and stuff works properly so uh, see this as just speculation about a fictional species' culture rather than a carbon copy of our own. Which it clearly isn't LOL

I personally think that you can do multiple things with your last name when you get married! (And how it can affect the child's last name!)

Let's use Chandlo and Snorpy as examples, because I think they make great last name combinations. (And Snorplo is HELLA !!/pos)

- You can change your last name to your partner's last name, like we do commonly. (At least, with all the cultures I'm aware of and how marriage works for us.) Examples: Snorpy Funkbun, Chandlo Fizzlebean

(This one isn't very common to do!)

- You can change one half of your last name to a half from your partner's last name. Examples: Snorpy/Chandlo Funkbun/Fizzlebun

(Not as common either, but it still happens. It is actually more common than the first example. This was the case for Cromdo. I'll get back to this later. Grumps usually reserve this for their childen, which is the most common way of naming your children!)

- You keep your last name after marriage! Example: Snorpy Fizzlebean. Chandlo Funkbun. Canon examples would be Wambus and Triffany as well!

(Most common one to do as many wear their last names with pride or for other reasons - such as Trifanny when she changed her last name to Bronica's last name in this headcanon.)

Before we get to the kids again, I'm gonna go back to Cromdo and what can happen during divorce.

During divorce you can simply change your name back if you changed it, or keep the last name you took from your partner. Many simply change their last names back to what they were originally. Some, if they went by the half/half method, take away the half from their ex-partner only. This leaves some Grumpuses with one worded last names, such as Cromdo.

I think he changed a half of his last name during marriage. After the divorce, he didn't want to "wear" his partner's name anymore and changed his name to Cromdo Face only as Face was a part of his last name he was given at birth. This is most often the default for Grumpuses who have been divorced and took only half of their partner's last name.

If Cromdo - (or any Grumpus with a one-word last name! There's certainly rare cases of Grumpuses who have one word that didn't go through divorce. Possibly Grumpuses with bad attachment to one of their parents - so they change or remove that half of the last name they got from said parent. If their last name was a combination.) - were to re-marry he could take one half of his new partner's last name, or not change his name at all.

I want to get onto how naming a child would work with this situation, so I will talk about ways of naming children before I get back to this! And by naming I of course mean the last names only, lol.

(One rule is that, unless you change your name later in real life for any reason, it's gonna have to be one of these otherwise! Your Grump parent cannot make you up a new last name. It is just a part of the tradition they have. Though re-naming isn't looked upon in any way by the majority of Grumpuses as there are many reasons to do so!! Unless you're a jerk or you value your last name TOO much.) (Also when I say "you" I don't mean YOU as the reader literally. I mean a hypothetical Grumpus child!! It's just how I like wording things.

(...I've been writing for almost an hour, brain scrampled eg)

- Your last name is the combined name of your parent's last names. Examples: Fizzlebun, Funkbean

(VERY COMMON! Most Grumpuses will do this when first naming their child!)

- Your keep one of your parent's last name! Fizzlebean or Funkbun.

(This all works if you have multiple parents btw! Can make for SUPER crazy long and funny last names. This *all* applies to marriage, too! I hope it is easily applicable. I do not want to go in depth on that. Feel free to hit me an ask about this if you want me to explain it more in depth!! I wouldn't want to exclude polyamorous relationships ^^ )

(Also yes, last names that are just the same word repeated twice/multiple times are possible too. Fizzlefizzle, Funkfunk... How fun are these to say? Gives me Grumpus OC name ideas already.)

But yes! Back to Cromdo! Or any Grumpus in the same situation, but as I've stater earlier, Cromdo is just an example here. If he were to re-marry and NOT change his name, there's two posibilities:

His new partner has a full last name.

In this situation, if they have a child they can keep the full last name from Cromdo's partner. Or they can have one word from his partner + Face. For reasons stated below the child cannot have "Face" as their only last name.

His new partner has a one-worded, short last name like he does.

In this situation, if they have a child they have to name it a combination of their last name's. No exception. Having a short last name is a sign of something happening in your life, and it is traditionally not put onto a child, unless they are adopted with no last name. That still counts as something that happened in their life, as their birth parents possibly just gave them away with no care in the world.

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At this point I am almost completely off track, so please do ask me questions as I am not sure where I completely left off - Or rather if there is something I forgot that I wanted to mention.

By the way, for combining last names and such, you can also mis-match! Doesn't even have to be combinations. This applies to everything, even for (Full last name + one-word last names) where it makes sense the most. Examples: Beanfizzle, Bunfunk, Bunbean, Bunfizzle, Beanbun, Beanfunk. I'm personally a big fan of Bunfunk and Beanbun :P)

And this applies to siblings, too! It isn't uncommon for parents naming their children mis-matched last name combinations if they have multiple ones. (This ties into my headcanon for Filbo's many siblings and that he isn't a single child. He's in a big household and has at least 2 siblings. ONE OF WHICH I want to make into an OC! This requires me to make the parents, too, but I am not so bothered about that :P)

I'm out for now, all my brain power has left me a few paragraphs ago and I've got to go eat lunch

But again I encourage people to ask me questions (If anyone was brave enough to read through this!!)

And if I got anything wrong, do let me know! I am not all-knowing and I could've missed some VERY OBVIOUS mistakes.

And sorry if the writing is wonky at times! Sometimes it is done on purpose but sometimes the fact I only pretend I know how to write + the fact English is my second language IS SHOWING

(Also I sometimes just write how I think, without much thought put into the sentence if I don't proof read, so HSDFWERGRGT)

#bugsnax #longpost #long post #long #bugsnax hc #bugsnax headcanons #bugsnax headcanon #i wanna make sure i tag this right edfwerg #brain scrampled eg.....

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utilitycaster · 4 years ago

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Hello I am here to encourage you, please talk about fanfic culture and practices and relationship to canon all day long.

Thank you for encouraging my procrastination and love of hearing my own voice on the internet (also people who asked about expertise...I got you, that one is very near and dear to both my bard-player and DM heart and so I am using “hey, you can write this” as motivation to get some work done earlier today. Anyway, on fanfic and meta and them being different things: something that is almost entirely a matter of opinion but also I am right.

So just as background: I am a grown-ass adult, and despite having internet access from childhood (and, iirc, cable internet by the time I was in high school yes I do remember dial-up vividly) I just never really spent much time in fandom spaces until now, and similarly I didn’t read that much fanfiction so this does come with that perspective.

Anyway, the emphasis I see on fanfiction’s validity in some circles, the whole “um actually The Inferno/Paradise Lost are fanfic” attitudes just...never made sense to me? Like, are you enjoying writing it and reading it? Then why the fuck do you care if it’s valid literature in the eyes of, idk, society or whatever. It’s sort of like that super old tumblr post that’s like Potterheads grab your wands; why do you care if other people don’t like the things you like? Why do you want them in your spaces? So the question of whether fanfiction is Valid and Good Art is just null at that point. And thank fuck because people still argue that genre fiction isn’t literature sometimes, and instead of wasting your energy on that argument you could just read more fantasy and sci-fi novels.

(If I were to answer it anyway, which I am, as a person who is not a writer by trade in any capacity...fanfiction is a fantastic place to hone certain skills. You can skip past the worldbuilding and characterization - all the groundwork-laying and exposition - and focus on plot and dialogue and your general voice. It’s sort of the opposite of DM-ing, in that way, which is primarily worldbuilding and exposition. Original fiction is harder because you have to make people care about your characters and world, whereas in fanfic they already do, and denying that fact is silly; good professional writers who credit fanfiction still have to have good original ideas too. But fanfiction does require its own skills, and denying that is equally silly.)

One argument I recently saw was that fanfiction was literary criticism, instead, and that doesn’t sit quite right. Meta is literary criticism: it is an analysis of the work, supported by textual evidence of the work, but ultimately one interpretation. It is possible to use fanfiction to explore the ideas of literary criticism-you can write out, essentially, the simulation of your theory-but it’s not limited to that. Fanfiction in my opinion should be generally supported by the text up to some divergence point (again, do what you want if you’re enjoying it but I do not understand the point of OOC fanfiction; you’re just taking the names of characters and plastering them on OCs, which, just write original fiction at that point) but it’s explicitly a place where you can explore things that did not and often will not happen. I’m usually not hugely into the fix-it fic in that I’m more interested in understanding why the creators took an unpopular turn, I have no taste for pretending that everything is fine when it’s not, and also, like, the finale of Battlestar Galactica still made me cry very hard even if it didn’t make much sense...but this is perhaps the best example of fanfiction reaching the potential I think it was intended to. It’s a place where you can play out a scenario that could have happened had things been a little different, whether it’s what you want to see but ultimately didn’t, or just an interesting idea you had.

Fanfiction also has other wish-fulfillment properties, namely, the emotional one. There’s a reason there are words for things like “fluff” or “hurt/comfort” or “angst”; sometimes you want these things in your fiction, and you want a character to which you relate to experience them. Again, it’s my personal taste that this be consistent with the narrative up to some divergence point, but I definitely enjoy things from these categories. This is also a strong argument against fanfiction as literary criticism, at least exclusively as such. Sometimes you write fanfiction to answer the question “What if this well-supported by canon, but as of yet unconfirmed fandom theory is correct?” Sometimes you write fanfiction to answer the question “What if we kissed in the fictional setting I like. What if that kiss happened after one of us knocked on the door of the other in the middle of the night, hand over a profusely bleeding wound in the lower abdomen, and collapsed shortly after the other opened the door, and this was neither in conflict with nor explicitly in support of the current canon.” And you know what, for all that I said validity doesn’t matter...that’s valid.

And I don’t want to say meta isn’t capable of being tied to some degree to wish fulfillment, because it is. There is (usually) textual support for multiple potential outcomes in a story because otherwise it would be very, very boring and linear and for toddlers (not a knock on toddlers, who are just doing their best with the cognitive development they’ve got); an opinion, in meta, is often stating the meta-writer’s preference of how the story may go. However, I think there is a point where the meta stops being “of the many potential textually-supported paths out there this is one I think the story will follow and also I like this” and turns into “this is what I want and I will cherry-pick the evidence I need even if it requires ignoring more recent developments or an understanding of such fourth wall concepts as author’s intent, narrative structure, etc.”

This comes up both for scenarios that go differently from how people want them (eg: death of a character, relationship not happening) and for the emotional wish fulfillment side of things (eg: injection of angst where it does not, textually, exist). And when that happens my attitude is almost always “why are you trying to make this meta when it’s fanfiction, especially since it could be pretty good fanfiction!” A really terrible fan theory or piece of meta can often make a really good fanfic story, because a theory is based in the reality of where the (fictional) story might go, whereas fanfiction allows for that divergence point.

Anyway I think trying to make fanfiction more valid and equating it to literary criticism, or worse, treating it as truer indicator of the story’s intent, in turn makes meta worse because it takes away that need for consistent textual support. Particularly in the case where fanfic is held as being a better indicator of the creator’s intent, which also throws actual canon into the mix, everything all blurs into a bland, dumb soup of “what I want is going to happen because it’s what I want and if it doesn’t the creator is wrong, and moreover, a bad person.” I think keeping these concepts separate while acknowledging the connections they have is good and makes for better everything - better theories and better fanfic. The meta that tends to make me roll my eyes isn’t the stuff arguing for an outcome I don’t want; it’s the stuff arguing for an outcome that doesn’t make narrative sense, the stuff that makes me go “man, you could have written a really good fanfic about this.”

#granted I have excellent taste and things that don't make narrative sense are usually things I don't want #but also there are plenty of things that make sense that I don't want and I still typically respect that meta #anyway....should probably do some work today huh.#Anonymous

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douxbebearchives · 4 years ago

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Meet the Author: tied.knots

Hi, tied.knots!

Stories can be found here.

Twitter.

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When did you start writing Olitz? 2018, after the show ended.

Tell us about yourself! What do you want readers to know about you? I'm from the Philippines, the capital which is Manila specifically. I feel like there's not that many scandal and olitz shippers from where I'm from and I haven't interacted with a local scandal fan haha. Greys and HTGWM are very much more popular here so I guess there's that. I'm basically your regular Millenial girl - balancing work, bills, finances, shopping, the pros and cons of single life hahaha. That's it. I live a boring life!

What drew you to Olivia and Fitz? Firstly, a lot is really credited to Kerry and Tony's chemistry. They seriously have the most potent chemistry that I have ever seen when it comes to tv couples and it's very hard to forget combined with their great acting. I feel like they were really born to play Olivia and Fitz. Next would be the very raw, deeply flawed, and realistic portrayal of their epic love story but dysfunctional relationship. Olitz is a very controversial couple. I would even argue that it is Shonda's most controversial couple in Shondaland. When you go outside of the fandom, they are deeply hated to this day and people have a lot of energy (and apparently are willing to spend their time) to criticize them. But all that hatred and negativity towards them shows how very spot on their story was. There's a lot that could have been improved on but the issues that stemmed out of their relationship and their flaws I think resonated with many people which is why a lot hated them. For a ship to get so much hate even years after show ended, it goes to show that a lot really payed attention to them and were moved by their story. ps. you don't get that much attention with olake haha. that pairing appears to be only relevant when it involves fitz/olitz.

What made you want to write about them? I was really hoping that someone would write a long-form post-canon fic about them. I really thought their ending would spark a slew of fanfic! So with its absence and after back-and-forth consultation with my writer friend, Nina, I decided to just go on and write (my very first attempt ever!) what I would want to read. Canon olitz doesn't have a good rep understandably but there's really a lot of room to unpack in it and at the same time get a deeper insight on why Liv and Fitz acted that way during the show. There's still a lot of story to tell because as cheesy as this sounds Liv and Fitz storyline as seen in scandal will never be over.

How would you describe your writing? Angsty, problematic, realistic, raw, hopeful even when it feels not (I hope I do convey these!)

What inspires you to write / create? Olivia and Fitz characterization and their relationship in the show.

Favorite movies, shows, music?

Films - In the mood for love, Fight Club, Parasite, Clueless, Bridget Jones Diary lol. Any films really by Wong Kar Wai, Davin Fincher, and Nancy Meyer

Shows - Sex and the City, The OC, Succession, Skins UK 1st and 2nd Gen

Music - Too many but mainly The Strokes, Daft Punk, The XX, Phoenix, Britney, Kylie Minoque, etc.

How long does it take you to write a chapter? It really varies! The shortest was like 2 weeks-ish and the longest was like 8 or 9 months. Aside from how my life is going, it really highly depends on my mood towards the subject-Olivia and Fitz. Admittedly I'm an on-and-off shipper, sometimes I enjoy them or get in my feels and then there are times that I highly dislike and regret shipping them to the point that I wish they never got back together or argue that Fitz should have been written off the show. Writing for me is very mood based.

Did the show's themes and plots encourage you or discourage you from writing? Encourage.

Writing AU or Canon? Canon.

Reading AU or Canon: Canon.

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A favorite line, scene, or paragraph you’ve written.

"Fitz back then always thought that once he has fulfilled his father’s predetermined life for him at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave that he’ll be back home to this cozy beach town. That was of course before that one fateful day on February in New Hampshire when a tornado stormed into his life that was ornamented by the California sun." (Chapter 3)

To me, it sounds nice when you read it haha Their fight scene in chapter 10. Even before finishing chapter 1, I knew that I was going to write a big fight scene and one that is similar to 509. It's a very very important scene to me.

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Fave Olitz moments? The 'I hate you. I hate you too' phone call, 'I would cross that line again', those small moments when you could see how deeply and conflicted in love Olivia was (eg. watching him and Mellie dance during the first inauguration ball) - Liv is known to be not "accepting" of their love and whether she love him or not was always questioned, but a lot her actions and expressions when you look back showed how deeply she fell in love with him.

Fave Olitz fanfic moments? I forgot the title and the author but there was this one shot back then about Olivia who decided to end her engagement to Jake because she had unresolved feelings for Fitz. This fic took place a year I think after Fitz presidency. So she went all the way to Vermont regardless if it's years since her and Fitz last encounter and how bad their relationship ended - they fought about him going to war for her I think. So yeah she went all the way to Vermont not knowing what to expect and the writer did a good job of piecing them back together.

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Do you like it when readers engage with you via comments / social media? Yes.

Story Reviews: Love them, hate them? BOTH! The reviews reminds of me of the live tweets when the show was on and the energy back then so I like that aspect. I appreciate readers that are grateful to authors and those that show how curious they are with the stories. I hate the intentional and consistent badmouthing to the point of bullying and creating competition among authors which made some quit or removed their stories. The nonstop attacks by some these "guest" reviewers really says a lot about their character. My friend Nina would always say that the writers don't owe themselves to anyone and that is highly true. We do it because we want to write and we make time for it without expecting anything in return really. Don't like it, then don't read it. Read and review the story you want to read then.

What advice would you give to a new Olitz writer? Just write! Don't care if you don't have experience at all or if you're too conscious about how not perfect your grammar is. The olitz fanfic community I think has a consistently growing audience so there will always be readers. Also most importantly, write the story that you want to tell. It is your work and only you will know how to go about it. Don't focus too much on the reviews/criticisms and don't let it solely dictate you on how to write your story.

Outside of your fics, do you have any fave Olitz stories or authors? PurplePineapple, torri.oats, Only You by anonolitz, that one shot I mentioned above.

Do you talk to other Olitz authors? If so, do you like the camaraderie? I've only interacted with like 2 I think hahaha. It's a very supporting and encouraging group! I think we're just excited to read each other's stories which is a nice feeling.

Have you made friends (people you talk to outside of fanfic) because of Olitz / Scandal fanfic? Yes and we've been friends for almost three years! She knows so much of my life honestly compared to my irl friends.

Before you go, anything else you'd like to share? Thank you for always supporting and encouraging olitz authors! You guys have a really good and organized system which is very helpful :))

ps. Beyond Whiskey is an olitz fanfic :))

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Thank you, tied.knots, for allowing us to feature you!

#doux bebe archives #meet the author #tied.knots #olitz fanfic authors

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someone-always-cares · 6 years ago

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[images description: an sac webcomic page. iris tilts their head away from omen’s hand, saying “i hate every part of that sentence. omen lets go of them as iris tries to hug themselves, shaking and tearing up. looking seconds away from having a breakdown, iris looks up and asks “am i dead?”. omen looks away, saying “that’s not important right now.”.

this makes iris snap, dark tears running down their face as they shout “WELL ITS PRETTY FUCKING IMPORTANT TO ME!”. omen lowers their head, as they reply “...not yet. i’m so sorry. there’s nothing i can do.

well. im sorry. not a goof this time

this time on sac, omen doesnt know how to talk to people, and iris doesnt actually realise omen isnt the actual grim reaper and has been -5 seconds away from an emotional breakdown

[image description: the ‘theres not a single encouraging word on that screen’ image but with iris’s face from panel 1 edited on the man. end id]

serious note: i do feel bad about killing iris bc i know how hard it it to find trans characters, esp nb ones, but then again i, the author and artist, am also nonbinary. so on one hand i wanna project some of my own fears onto characters (im somewhat afraid of dying before i truly actually start living but living is a scary prospect yee haw) and iris is only a bg character and far from the only nb character (eg quartz, came, dante, mateo, omen, ect) but on the other i get really frustrated at lgbtq characters getting the short end of the stick (usully written by cishet folk sigh). by that point it would have been hard to change but i did add omen (who is also nb- they/them) to this bonus. ill probably add some more nb characters bc queer culture is projecting ur own gender/sexuality on ur ocs so thats a thing here. also i really hope my coworker isnt reading this but if so hey man whats up suprise im not cis (he/they btw). tho if you havent realised that already then idk what to tell u man

anyway tldr im queer and do what i want but also sorry

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poemsforcowboys · 6 years ago

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What a Feeling // Freddie Mercury

Chapter One Chapter Two

Pairing: Freddie Mercury and Katy Newton (OC)

Summary: Before she moved from London to New York at the age of thirteen, Katy Newton had always been friends with Brian May. He was the only one she knew who encouraged her creative side, especially her designs for fashion and makeup. So much so, that Katy is hired as Queen’s newest stylist. But what she doesn’t expect is her knew found friend, Freddie Mercury. Will their casual flirts lead to anything of substance? Or will their relationship just become another lost love as they both make their journey towards self acceptance.

Warnings: there will be smut eventually but not in this chapter, bisexuality (?), feels

CHAPTER THREE

“Newt?” Brian was proud of himself for coming up with the new nickname as he scanned the extensive menu of the small New York cafe he and his friend had met for breakfast in. It was adorable, with light yellow walls and peach undertones, they sat in comfy lime green large chairs, it was unlike any he was familiar with in England.

She looked up from her sketchbook and smiled, she rather liked that one.

“They don’t have tea here” he stated, a little flabbergasted, as he continued to search the menu in disbelief. Katy chuckled.

“Some places have it, Bri but some places don’t, it’s not as popular here as coffee” Katy used her now navy blue painted fingernail to direct his gaze to a large section of the menu, listing the different coffees served. He huffed and shook his head.

A short while later, they placed their orders and began to catch up. Katy showed him some of the designs she was working on, he had always encouraged her to make what she wanted, and soon the two were talking again like nothing had ever changed.

But things had changed. Things were constantly changing, Brian felt like every day was a new adventure, one that would take him farther from home. There was something that he saw in Katy, it reminded him to take a break. That’s why he was ecstatic the entire time they were in that cafe, Katy just assumed it was because of the show and their reunion but she knew there was something else, she just didn’t want to push it.

Finally, their tealess meal arrived and Brian knew it was time to “spilled the beans” (an American phrase he was extremely happy to have picked up from Jo).

“Katy” he took a cautious sip of his coffee and instead of her name, his funny reaction to its bitterness caused her to look up.

“Last night was fun, yeah?” he asked, she smiled and nodded.

“Fun’s an understatement! Even when I fixed John’s pants” Brian just smiled, she had created the perfect way for him to tell her.

“Y’know, Debbie’s quit” he stated, taking another sip of the coffee, he didn’t like it but for some reason, he kinda liked it.

“Yeah, I heard Freddie screaming to your manager about it” she replied, not having the most sympathy in her voice. Debbie was the one who had originally sewn the pants John ripped last night and Katy could tell that she wasn’t the best at her job.

“Did ya also happen to hear what our manager said back to Freddie?” his smile grew larger every second. But Katy returned it with a confused look.

“No, I didn’t, what are you talkin-”

Brian interrupted her out of excitement.

“He saw what you were doin! Katy, he wanted me to ask ya if you were willin to come with us on our tour. Apparently Freddie talked you up” Brian was hesitant to relay the last part, but at the same time he was thankful that Freddie had helped to create an opportunity for Brian to see his friend maybe every day.

Katy’s eyes just widened, neither of the acts she had done last night were to insinuate this in any way, and she was in awe that their manager took notice to her. She was also a little confused. Freddie “talked her up?” What did that even mean? They had only met that night. She decided not to ask about it, she had a feeling that Brian wouldn’t be too keen on the idea of her becoming so interested in his cocky bandmate.

“I- I don’t know what to say, I mean, I’m-”

“Katy, we’d be paying you, you could show your parents that you can actually make a living off of what you want to do, not just that law shit” he egged her on. He had gotten his chance to do what he loved, and wanted nothing more than to let her have that same happiness.

Katy hadn’t thought about that. She felt her eyes beginning to well up, what if she actually showed them? Or, what if they never spoke to her again? In theory, her mother loved what Brian was doing, but would she let Katy bask in the same light? The proposition was overwhelming to her, and Brian got up to hug her, he didn’t care who was around.

“I mean, I don’t know Bri, I would be honored, but my mum, you know her” she hugged him back, her head only really reaching his mid chest.

“I know, but well um” there was a second piece of news that Brian had received since parting ways with Katy shortly after she had repaired John’s pants the night before.

“What is it?” Katy asked, it was now him who was struggling to speak, he didn’t know how she was going to react to what he was about to say.

“Your mum actually called me this morning” he started, and Katy groaned.

“She wanted to know if I wanted to come over for dinner tonight, and well, Freddie took the telephone from me and said he would love to. Your mum thought it was Roger who was speaking so she invited them all over too”

Katy stopped hugging him and just stared. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. She thought. Brian with her family was one thing, but everyone else? This might even hurt her chances of being able to work with them on their American tour.

“Bri, I-”

“I know, but your mum is so excited, I never remember her actually being excited. Maybe you can bring it up to her tonight after she is so impressed by our manners” Katy couldn’t tell if that last part was sarcastic or not, she only perceived this as being able to go in one way: an absolute nightmare.

Katy was just as nervous several hours later as she fixed her hair in the mirror. She hated the fact that she had to be more reserved around her parents, tying her dark hair into a neat low bun. She put on a black turtleneck with sleeves that ended just above her elbows and white shorts, it was summer after all. She still couldn’t believe she had agreed to this. If it wasn’t for the prospect of a new and fulfilling job possibly starting tomorrow, she would never have found herself in this situation, more worried than ever.

She made her way down the stairs, wanting to see how the cooking that her mother had insisted on doing was going. She ran into her little brother, who was trying to figure out how many people to set the table for. James was way younger than Katy and now thirteen, he wasn’t even born when they had made the move.

“I think there’ll be eight of us, let me help you with that” but before Katy could fully extend her arms to take some silverware, the doorbell rang. She froze. They were here already? She looked at the clock, it was her who was running late, not them, she had no idea how time had slipped away so quickly.

Katy rushed for the door, but her mother beat her to it “Kathryn, make sure the chicken doesn’t burn, please” she said, shooing both Katy and James off to the dining room before opening the door.

“Brian, dearie! Oh, you’ve gotten so big!” all four of them were standing there, Freddie even holding a bottle of wine, but Clara Newton ran straight to hug Brian. Even standing on her toes to kiss his cheek, he hugged her back, not as hard as she was holding him, and managed to make out a “thank you” through the suffocation.

Roger coughed. “Why did no one tell me Katy had a sister? Freddie did you call dibs on her too?” he winked at Mrs. Newton. No one was sure how serious Roger was being, but it caused both Freddie’s face and Clara’s to turn bright red. Roger was an asshole, both Brian and Freddie could agree on that at the moment. Freddie hadn’t even told Roger anything and he was already making things worse.

Mrs. Newton’s eyes squinted at the last part Roger said, turning to Freddie and looking him up and down, causing him to become extremely uncomfortable and self conscious about the outfit he was wearing. Brian had told him to dress “appropriately” so he had chosen one of his “safer” outfits, a white button up (although he hadn’t exactly buttoned it up), a red velvet jacket, and very subtle eyeliner, more for him than anyone else. He extended the wine bottle and she took it, smiling politely but still cautious.

“I’m actually Kathryn’s mother, but you’re sweet, come in and make yourself comfortable” she laughed to Roger, taking the wine bottle but deciding not to comment on Freddie.

The Newton home was a modest one, decorated in earth tones and covered in art and houseplants. They’re small black lab, Rocky, was only a puppy and stumbled into the room, making his way towards Brian to lick his boots. Although it wasn’t the same dog that Katy had had in England, it was sweet that he approached Brian with the same curiosity Katy’s old dog Finn did, and Brian received this curiosity with the same slight wave of anxiety.

Freddie looked around the room, Katy was nowhere in sight. He was really hoping tonight would go well and she would be able to join them on their tour. He had only spoken to her for a little bit, but the conversations they had had were fascinating to him, and he couldn’t stop thinking about them, to be honest.

Instead, a young boy with curly dark brown hair entered the room, chasing after the small dog, who was now nipping at the hem of Roger’s bootcut jeans.

“Sorry ma’am, he’s only a couple months old” James apologized, taking the small dog into his arms. Freddie burst out laughing and came over to pet the small thing, gaining a new respect for who he suspected was Katy’s brother.

Roger huffed. “Why do people ALWAYS do that” he stated, punching Freddie in the arm lightly for laughing.

“Have- have you looked at yourself, Rog?” John was also laughing. Roger hit him too.

“Hey guys! Bri, it’s been like forever since I’ve seen you” Katy let out a chuckle as she walked out of the kitchen, James mentally thanked her for ending the conversation he had accidentally started.

“That it has” Brian hugged her again anyway. Freddie wanted to say something, but he wasn’t quite sure what. There weren’t many moments he felt like he was at a loss for words, but the way that Katy looked tonight made him feel like he had forgotten how to speak. Her outfit really was quite simple and modest but for some reason he couldn’t stop admiring her legs and curves. John lightly kicked his foot and muttered something like

“Stop staring, Freddie.” Freddie cleared his throat, turning his fascination to the ceiling, he had no idea what John could possibly be talking about, and the light fixtures suddenly were very interesting.

Katy’s mother entered the room again, happy to see that she was talking to Brian. She clapped her hands, instantly gaining the attention of everyone, Freddie made note of the tactic.

“It’s time for dinner, if you could make your way this way” “Lovely home, Mrs. Newton, truly”

“Why thank you, John” he was always the best at impressing parents, Brian came in a close second, and whether Roger or Freddie was last was a heavily argued debate.

They took their seats at the small table, it was kind of a tight squeeze as Brian was arguably twice the size as Katy, his knees hitting the top of the table every time he laughed. During their meal, James asked John what his favorite lyric he had ever written was, and each of them took their turn replying with heartfelt responses, taking a few moments to really think about it.

“I was really proud of-”

“You call me sweet like I’m some kind of cheese? That one truly moved me Bri, I swear it did” Katy smirked, interrupting him and causing him to scowl.

“Ha!” Freddie laughed before quickly closing his mouth “I thought I was the only one who loved it, it truly was your best work, dear” he and Katy shared the laugh, looking into each other’s brown eyes, eventually everyone else joined in when they realized the sarcasm radiating from the two. Brian just glared.

Dinner was interesting to say the least, the red wine that Freddie had so graciously brought made the conversations flow a little easier for everyone, a lot easier for Freddie.

“And so, what I’m saying is,” Freddie took another long sip, he was sitting next to a very confused James, who was also trying to avoid Roger’s eye contact, they were sitting right across from each other. Freddie was in the middle of telling a story, one that no one was quite sure what direction it was headed in.

Katy, nervous, continuously glanced over at her mother. She seemed to be enjoying herself, thank god, even though Roger making the usual flirty chit chat that he was best at. She only hoped that the happiness would continue into the night, long enough for her to ask about the tour.

“Brian was going to be an astrophysicist, Roger a bloody dentist! But now? They’re part of a band with a chart topping song! Not to mention enough pounds to support our families, and if that” he took one more sip, James couldn’t stop staring at the singer’s heels. Katy made eye contact with Brian, hoping Freddie would stop.

“doesn’t tell you to follow your dreams, I don’t know WHAT does” he smiled, winking at Katy, her mother choked on her water.

Katy froze, why would he say something like that.

“Freddie, can we PLEASE just eat our food” said John.

“Well” her mother cleared her throat. “I am glad that your talents have taken you that far. You should consider yourself lucky” she said coldly. James stared at his plate, now too nervous to admire Freddie’s shoes any longer.

“Clara, this has been a wonderful meal, thank you” Brian said suddenly, he couldn’t have been more angry at Freddie.

“It really has, the potatoes were delicious” John added in, also aware of the situation. Freddie didn’t regret what he had said. He knew Katy was talented and that that talent would take her places too, he didn’t deny she would prove her mother wrong one way or another.

“I wish we could stay for longer, but I think we must be going, we’ve got interviews early tomorrow morning, but Clara, you are truly a gem” even Roger piped in, his addition making her crack a smile. Katy had to admit she appreciated that.

“Alright, well thank you all for coming, it’s been a pleasure” “The pleasure is all mine Mrs. Newton.” Roger kissed her on the cheek.

One by one, they cleaned their plates and helped Katy and James clear the table. Although Freddie didn’t regret what he had said, he still tried to be extra polite to everyone since that remark.

Eventually they filed out, each saying their goodbyes to Katy’s mum and younger brother.

“Goodnight, Katy I hope it goes well, best of luck to you and hopefully I will see you tomorrow” Freddie shyly hugged Katy, this time being aware of how loud he was talking and making sure her mother couldn’t hear it.

“Thank you” she smiled, hugging him back, a little surprised at his actions. She hoped she would see him again too.

Eventually the house was quiet again, except for some faint barks from Rocky, and James, Katy, and her mother were left sitting alone on their brown leather couch.

“So Mum” Katy started, more nervous than ever.

“Are you dating Brian?” her mother asked excitedly, James also looked at her a little expectantly.

“No! Mum for the last time, I will never be dating Brian, that will never be what one of these conversations is about” Katy laughed nervously.

“One of these conversations, Kathryn is everything okay?” her mother asked, furrowing her eyebrows and starting to look worried.

“Yeah, mum, everything is great actually but um, you know how Freddie talked about following your dreams and actually becoming successful?”

Now, her mother’s eyebrow was raised in confusion. “I do remember that, yes” her voice grew a little colder.

“Well, Queen’s manager has asked me to join them on their American tour. I’d be their designer and stylist, Mum, I’d be getting paid and working normal hours, and I would be doing what I loved” Katy was hesitant to start, but with every word she became more confident and sure of herself. James let out a squeal, the whole night not wanting to admit how much he had enjoyed being around the band. Her mother just stared at her, unsure of what exactly to say.

“They really asked you this?” Katy nodded, trying to search her mother’s eyes for any hint as to what she was going to say, but all she saw was brown.

“They did Mum, they’re a band in extremely high demand and they asked me, their tour manager Mum, not even Brian, asked me to work for them”

“Kathryn I,”

“Oh come on Mum she’s been waiting for this for ages” James interrupted her, his help was necessary as he always brought their mother back to reality.

“Well” she started sternly “as long as they will be paying you, and as long as you keep yourself out of trouble, and in America, I don’t see why not. You’d just better be sleeping in your own room every night unless it’s Brian’s and make sure he protects you I don’t want my Kathryn getting swept up in-” she was interrupted again, by Katy’s tight hug.

“Mum I promise I won’t let you down, I will write and call to you and James every week I promise I promise I promise” Katy could not stop smiling, she couldn’t really believe what was happening. She was actually doing it. She was going on tour with her best friend and some already amazing people, doing what she loved most in the world.

Katy could cry, and she did. Her brown eyes welled up and she thanked her mother again before running upstairs to call Brian, James quickly running after her.

“Katy” he hugged her “if you’re gonna call Brian, I think he’s still outside” he said laughing. They walked over to her window, to see all four members of Queen still at her house, sitting on the hood of their car. Freddie had asked for a cigarette break before they left, but at the same time he was hoping for one more chance to see Katy. He got that chance.

She smiled and excitedly opened her window, scaring John and causing him to stand up from his seat and look around, he spotted Katy and waved.

“Guess who’s your new stylist?” she called out, James giggled from behind her.

They all started to cheer.

CHAPTER FOUR

AN: thank you guys for reading! so, these updates came out fairly quickly but chapter four might not be done for another two or three days. I would expect something definitely by Tuesday night :)

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 5 years ago

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who would fall for vivienne carlyle, eleanor coventry, charlie cooper, and davina marikov?

I finally didn’t delete it by accident!!!

Vivienne Carlyle: Celeste Nichols! She and the Doctor are travelling and end up joining Washington for a while and Celeste would love this girl who lets herself get roped into a revolution! She’s got a bit of a thing for badass historical women who are crucial to events that only men get credited for! She would basically immediately be intrigued, but then as she gets to know her she’d see who she is beyond just what she does, and would like her even more!

Eleanor Coventry: oh man, Eleanor and a college aged Luna Hale! Luna goes to Belgrave and gets recruited to the order, except she’s a different type of werewolf so she and the Belgrave wolves really don’t trust each other, but she helps Eleanor learn control and she understands being torn between family (Derek v Peter is very stressful for her jfc) so even though they’d both try to fight it, they’d be drawn to each other!

Charlie Cooper: the problem is, Stevie and Charlie would be a great couple bc they have a lot in common (disgraced daughters, fall for Serpents, custom jacket, do the dance despite their boys’ objecting, poly af) except they’re sisters… so I think Helena Jackson! Helena is intimately familiar with being the Unfavourite, so she would understand a lot of Charlie’s shit without necessarily encouraging some of the less than stellar choices (eg. joining a gang that has been paid to cover up murders). Charlie would be a level of normalcy that Helena desperately needs to pull her away from some of her more fucked up tendencies, and she would love having someone who doesn’t just see “the prophecy kid’s sister” when they look at her, and Charlie would have someone who doesn’t just see “the disgraced Cooper” or anything like that

Davina Marikov: Just based on her type being “tall, dark, and handsome” definitely Drake Dawson! Based on personalities too, tbh she and Drake would still probably work really well together, but also April King! April totally gets the whole trying to live a normal life but also having powers thing, and the whole questioning your life choices because you run into a group of people with powers, and they would totally help and support each other! They would probably spend a lot of time drinking at Davina’s while she sews, talking shit about their lives and ending up in accidental deep conversations about their life choices!

Send me an OC (mine or yours) and I’ll tell you which of my OCs would fall in love with them

#ask #perfectlystiles #answered

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dyde21 · 7 years ago

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I’ve been working on this for a while, and I legit love this. I think this is my favorite thing I’ve written, at least at the moment. This was heavily inspired by the amazing conversations and commissions I’ve had with @mormoc. May loves paying attention to emotions and expressions, and it’s always absolutely breathtaking in their work. You can read their faces like a book. I kinda wanted to try digging deep and looking at my own OC’s emotions and why Tyler and Ashe are so in love. Please read this if you have the time, it would mean the world to me.

P.S. A sickening amount of fluff ahead.

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Tyler really loved his girlfriend.

He wasn't exactly sure when he had come to notice and adore so many things about Ashe, but the more he thought about it, the more he fell for her. She had his heart in her grasp, and he'd never dream of setting it free.

It was honestly the little things about her.

The way she practically woke up singing, in a good mood almost instantly after waking up. Tyler was always a bit... slower to get moving in the morning, but more often than not he saw her getting ready in the morning, humming a happy tune as she always made sure to stop by and say good morning to him. When Tyler had an obligation that required him to wake up early, Ashe was more reliable than his alarm clock. She'd always be there to make sure he got up and moving on time. Sometimes with a surprise wake up by jumping on his bed, sometimes a gentle shake with a warm smile and a bagel for breakfast. He never knew what to expect, but she always managed to start his day off with a smile.

It was also the way she seemed to just pull people towards her. Tyler often found himself tagging along with her throughout the day, letting her lead him where her whims lead her. That meant he was usually there as she met with friends, said hi to other residents of their base, or was striking up a random conversation with a store clerk. Conversation flowed easily to her, and any strangers she met usually became her friends quickly. It was awe-inspiring watching her bring a smile to other's faces so easily. He could always count on her to bring people closer. But despite all of her conversations, and bonds with seemingly so many people, Tyler never felt left out. She always kept him in the loop of the conversation, seamlessly keeping him interested and engaged, even when the topic was a bit out of his usual realm of interest.

Tyler was pretty sure he'd never find a sight he enjoyed more than her smile. Well, her happy smile he should say. He had learned over time that Ashe had multiple smiles, and it had taken him a while to learn the difference. There was the bright, chirpy smile she got whenever she saw one of her sisters, or a friend she hadn't talked to in a while. One that seem to light up the room just a bit, and make his heart skip a few beats. There was also the cocky grin she got when she was in a competition that was intense. He could tell she loved the thrill of competition, win or lose. Her grin never failed to start his own competitive nerve, always egging him on.

She also had what he called her “proud” grin. Picking up a few habits from Ami, Ashe could be a bit mothering at times. She was always watching the progress of the younger members, offering them praise when she could. Whenever one managed to do something new, the same proud-mother smile would creep on her face. It was one she had given him a few times before. It would fill his chest with warmth without fail, and give him the confidence to know he could do it again.

Unfortunately, she also had her “Fake” smile. One that he always saw her plaster on her face when she was tired, but still engaging with someone. Most people probably couldn't tell, he certainly couldn't for a while, but it was there. Her dimple didn't rest in the same place, her shoulders slouched ever so slightly, and her eyes drifted more. It was the smile she wore when she clearly didn't want to engage with people any more, whether she was tired, annoyed, sad, or just not in the mood. That smile usually set him on edge, and more often than not he found himself intervening before he realized what he was doing. An excuse here, an apology there, and he'd usually find a way to free Ashe. Anything to get that horrible smile off her face. Strangely enough though, he never saw that smile directed at him. He always waited to see it, waiting for the sign to back off, but it never comes.

In fact, there was one last smile he would say she had. Ami had nicknamed it her “Tyler” smile one day while teasing them. It was a smile just for him. He wasn't sure why, but it always felt so warm. As if the temperature of the room went up a degree or two. It usually left him blushing, and cursing his over-excited heart. It usually was followed up by a hug, a hand-hold, or some physical contact. A kiss if he was lucky. He never could quite figure out what he did that could cause it, but it always feels like one of his greatest achievements when he earns one.

Of course, Ashe wasn't always just smiles. There were plenty of times where her other emotions showed through.

Ashe was pretty good about brushing off insults, rude or inappropriate remarks, or just misfortune in general. But whenever one of her friends was insulted, that's when Tyler would see her angry side come out. Ashe was always the first person to jump to the aid of someone being picked on, or was in trouble. Sometimes a little too eager, she could be known to make the situation worse from time to time by escalating things. Particularly when she was sticking up for him, he noticed. Maybe not the best habit, but Tyler would always be by her side to help her out no matter how things turned out.

A much rarer side of her was the few times he saw her sad. It was rare, thankfully, but he knew she got sad just like every other person. Usually when he noticed her mood dropping, he'd find her fluttering off somewhere else, talking to someone or helping on some task, desperately looking for a distraction. He knew she wasn't too fond of facing it directly, so Tyler always made sure to have a task or two in the back of his mind if he needed to come up with a quick distraction for her. He'd be there for her when she needed to face it on her own time, till then he'd do anything to keep the frowns from her face.

Of course, some situations are just too heavy to distract from. He had learned that when Ashe was truly sad, feeling guilty, or remorseful, she got a little clingy. Not that Tyler minded, at all. He was usually pretty fond of physical contact, and even if he wasn't, he enjoyed being there for Ashe. He seemed to the be on the only one she wanted to be around if she was on the verge of tears. All it take would be one look, and he'd let her lead him away. Then he'd just hold her till she could put herself back together. She was never one to stay down for long anyway.

Beyond that, her little habits seemed almost unfairly endearing to him.

The way she couldn't quite sit still when watching a UFC or boxing match. The way he'd always find her in the training gym after they watched a match, or went to a sport's game. Ashe seemed to thrive off the energy of others and was never content just watching others play. She also seemed to have too much energy to keep it all to herself, always grabbing his arm and shaking it while she explained how amazing that play was, or how they needed to spar after this.

Ashe always took her actually training very seriously, Tyler had quickly learned. While she wasn't against joking around, and making sure to keep smiles on everyone's faces while they fought, when it came down to it, her level of focus was intense. She would learn quickly, and would always be moving forward. There was like a switch in her, where her playful smiles slipped aside and the well trained warrior would appear. There was no one Tyler respected more, and the hard work she showed was what kept him moving forward in his own training. He couldn't fall any farther behind her.

Despite her focus, she was always there for him when he was training. Always ready with a pointer, Ashe was right there with him, offering suggestions in a friendly, yet instructive way. Rather than just standing off to the side, telling him to drop his shoulder while punching, Ashe would be showing him how to do it, doing the repetitions right along side him.

Tyler was always amazed with how well she knew his training habits. Whenever he felt himself starting to get frustrated, Ashe always had a new plan, a new exercise to shake things up and help him blow off steam. Or a well timed joke, or quick kiss to help cool him off and keep practice moving forward.

Though, Tyler did have to admit Ashe could be a bit... defensive when it came to his training. She was a harsh critic when anyone other than Michael, Ali or Ami tried to teach him. Once or twice he had to convince her that the other person was only trying to help, even if they disagreed on how he should learn.

After practice, at some point they had fallen into the routine of relaxing on the couch after they both showered. Ashe would always be at his side, practically slithering under his arm if he didn't raise it, letting out a content hum as she rested against him, letting the adrenaline leave their system.

Before she would fully relax though, he always saw her studying him with her intense blue eyes, as if reading his condition. He didn't even have to say anything, she always seemed to be able to figure out if there was even a mild inconvenience and fix it. Whether it was a small snack, some water, or just a gentle hand through his hair and some soft encouragement, Tyler always found himself blissfully relaxed after training before Ashe seemed to relax herself and be content with cuddling with him for a while.

The was just one example of how much Tyler had realized Ashe knew him better than he knew himself. They had only known each other for just under a year at this point, but she had already figured him out completely. Whenever he felt his mood sinking, and a bad day coming on, Ashe would practically materialize in his arms, hugging him tightly, staying close to his side until he felt a good mood rising within himself.

If he was late heading down to dinner, or getting back from training, he always had a plate waiting for him. Ashe would always have dished up just enough food for him, exactly what he would have gotten if he had done it himself.

On cold days, he'd leave the shower in the morning to find Ashe leaning against the railing waiting for him, sipping on her own coffee while she handed him a hot chocolate she had grabbed from the nearby Starbucks. Now the cold never bothered Tyler too much, rather Ashe wasn't fond of it much herself. Ashe always made a point to have a spot on the couch reserved for him, so they could snuggle up to share warmth, one of Tyler's favorite things. It could relieve the stress of any day.

In his downtime when Tyler would wander over to the grand piano, it never took long to feel Ashe's familiar presence sit on the bench next to him, either softly singing along with his notes, or just being a patient audience for him. She knew he missed being able to play for the others in the band room, and playing the piano alone just felt lonely at times.

Ashe always seemed to be watching him, learning about him, being there for him before he even knew he needed help. Ashe felt like another part of him that he never knew he had, and couldn't imagine losing.

So yeah, Tyler was pretty in love with his girlfriend.

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Ashe really loved her boyfriend.

When she was given the order to seek him out and recruit him into the group, she had no idea what to expect. Secretly, she had been hoping to find a new friend out there. Never had she expected to fall in love with them, and find someone who she believed to be her partner in life. Just thinking about how funny life could be like that brought a smile to her face.

There were plenty of things about the boy that had enthralled her heart, but the more she thought about it the more the little things seemed to be what came to mind.

It wasn't a secret that Tyler was a little grumpy in the morning. Most had learned quickly that it was smarter not to mess with him in the morning. But Ashe found his tired smile too adorable to miss though. His momentary frown always was replaced with a lopsided smile when he saw her, as if he was too tired to properly smile. On the rare days where she decided to sleep in, she almost always awoke to a worried looking Tyler, looking at her with an adorable concerned look as if he couldn't decide to let her sleep, or wake her up to make sure she didn't miss the day. Deep down she was moved by the fact that Tyler only seemed to be okay with getting up early if she asked.

One of the other things that drew her to Tyler was his presence. Much to her annoyance, many saw Tyler as someone “cold-hearted”. As if his reserved, quiet nature was due to a lack of interest in others or a feeling of superiority. Ashe knew that couldn't be farther from the truth. She had quickly learned just how much he cared about others. From his open body language, to the fact he always seemed to recall conversations, he always was actively listening even if his own contributions were unfortunately brief. While she could easily have conversations with anyone throughout the day, Tyler always seemed to be the one to remember a promise she made, or plans they had decided on. He gently reminded her, always keeping her on track.

Ashe could practically see the battle always going on within him. His fears of bringing too much attention to himself and speaking freely around most people, and his desire to connect with others. It would usually take a little provoking, an invitation to speak here and there, but she could usually get Tyler talking. His words were always honest and warm, generally carrying more weight than the lightweight words tossed around haphazardly so often.

That was why she loved speaking to him, and just being around him so much. His presence brought her a blissful calm most of the time. Her life was usually a fun storm of chaos. Fights were always breaking out, tons of people to talk to each day, everyone ready to jump into battle in a moment's notice. But despite it all, Tyler was always there like the eye of the storm. A calm, reassuring foundation for her. Whenever she felt things slipping from her control, or herself starting to get flustered, he was always at her side, patiently waiting with her and being her solid rock to anchor herself to. She never knew how much she had needed that until she met him. It felt like weights had been lifted from her shoulders, like she could afford to actually relax around him and slow down. Seeing his patient smile was like a snowy winter morning, where the world seemed to stop and rest for just a moment.

Of course, it wasn't like Tyler was always a calm, patient boyfriend. He could be just as riled up as anyone else, and Ashe lived to see moments where his facade broke.

She loved seeing his different smiles. She knew many people weren't aware of the difference, they probably didn't as much time happily just staring at his face like she did, but they were there for sure.

There was Tyler's usual subdued smile. As if he was incredibly happy, but it was a secret. As if he was scared to show the world that he was extremely happy, and the only evidence was a small smile that masked his true joy. Of course Ashe would prefer to have him always feel free to express himself, but she had learned it just wasn't in his nature. She had learned to appreciate the fact that his subtle way was just him being himself, just her boyfriend being “Tyler.”

On rarer occasions, he could get swept up by the moment and really show his true smile. When his walls fell away and he would laugh and smile unrestrained. These moments were usually in private. Her first sighting of this had been when she had first met him, hanging out with his closest friends Bianaca and Tommy. It was like he was a different person, completely open and free. Slowly but surely he began to show that smile around just her as well, then around Ami and Ali.

That smile was toxic to her, it was unfairly contagious. She felt a little love drunk every time she saw it, finding it physically impossible for her not to be swept up in the joy he felt. She always would do whatever she could to earn one of those smiles from him.

Ashe had also come to find solace in what she called his “peaceful smile.” It was one of those smiles he got when he seemed to be in his own little world. Ashe was never quite sure how he managed it. He could find a sense of calm regardless of the situation around him. Ashe was too empathetic for that. The more people around her, the more she was swayed by the emotions of the room. Tyler, however, seemed to always be on his own. His internal feelings were like an isolated island. She could vividly recall seeing him during one of the celebrations the base held. After a particularly long, but successful mission Ami had thrown a small party. There was food, music and games being played. Ashe had been having a blast of course, bouncing from event to event, greeting her friends and just checking in on everyone. Surprised to have found that Tyler wasn't at her side for once, she went looking for him. When she finally found him, she was a little stunned. He was sitting off to the edge of the room, looking out the window with one of his peaceful smiles. A sight that felt truly out of place in a crowded room with blaring dance music.

She had learned that Tyler was staring at a bird on a branch outside the window. Apparently it had landed there and was assembling a nest for itself. Tyler, curious as ever, had been fascinated by seeing it assembling all the different sticks together. Having crossed the room, Ashe had sat in his lap, feeling his arms instantly reach out and wrap around her waist as he managed to pull his eyes away from the bird after a moment. “I wonder how many eggs it will lay.” He had remarked idly, before looking back out the window, his hand absent-mindedly drumming on her leg.

Ashe had practically felt her pulse slow as she sat there, looking at the nest with him. Even in the vibrant atmosphere, he had managed to help her find peace and enjoy such a simple moment. Of course, it didn't last for too long and eventually they had been spotted and soon enough Ashe was swept up in the mood of the party, dragging Tyler along with her as she was determined to also make sure he had some fun with the rest.

Unfortunately, not all of Tyler's smiles were pleasant ones that made her heart swell. There were also ones that made her heart hurt, and the embers of anger in her flare up. Tyler also had his fake smile. Never one to complain, she had learned to see when Tyler would just grin and bear it. Hiding behind a smile, he would stay strong no matter what misfortune would befall him. Brushing off inconveniences, hurtful remarks, or jokes that struck a soft spot, his smile would shift ever so slightly, his eyes would darken, and she'd see his body language close up. That smile always set her off internally, ready to burn the cause of his sadness to a crisp if she could. Ashe hated seeing him “tough it out”, a habit he was forced to do most of his life after losing his parents. More than once, Ashe found herself intervening when she saw that smile, resolving the situation or removing Tyler from it. Then she always made it her mission to find a way to restore his usual soft smile. Luckily though, Ashe never found him wearing that fake smile when it was just them. Somehow, she had earned his trust enough that in those rare moments, she would see his honest sadness. He would let down his walls, come to her for comfort, and lean on her when he couldn't be strong enough. It was an incredible honor to Ashe, and she vowed to always be there for him. Tyler was her rock, keeping her anchored when she needed support, and come Hell or high water, she would be there for him as well.

Finally, there was one last smile she would confess he had. Something her sisters had oh-so-annoyingly dubbed his “Ashe smile”. It was also coincidentally hands down her favorite one. It a smile that she only saw when it was the two of them. It was warm, it was patient, and it was just Tyler. It always made a blush creep on her face, and had a habit of derailing whatever train of thought she was having. She also had no idea what would prompt it from him, to her mild annoyance. It would come at seemingly random times, whether they had just finished training, or were curled up watching a movie, or even when she woke him up in the morning sometimes. It just occasionally graced her with it's presence. It also usually ended up with her in his arms, or a brief kiss. Some physical contact she found she increasingly craved.

Tyler wasn't always soft, well hidden smiles though. He experienced all the normal emotions people did, and not all of them were good unfortunately. Ashe was constantly impressed with Tyler's patience. He was normally able to whether hardships, insults, or just awful situations in general. She'd see him pout, his shoulders droop ever so slightly, but he'd emerge back on the other side back to normal.

The rare times though, were when she saw him get angry. They were few and far between, thankfully, but they happened. Now it was one thing to get angry in a fight, most people are pretty angry when you're fighting each other for your life. But seeing Tyler upset in his normal life upset her. A lot. It also intimidated her a bit.

Tyler would fall eerily silent. He'd completely stop talking, and his eyes would narrow. She'd see his shoulders tense, as if he was ready to spring at a moment's notice. Just seeing him get like this usually set Ashe off. Her fuse was definitely shorter than his, and she didn't have a problem standing up for Tyler. Except usually, she had to play the moderator and drag Tyler away from the situation to have him cool off. It had only happened once or twice, usually when someone had insulted her, or his family, but when he was finally set off, it was bad. His normal controlled tone would be replaced with angry shouting, and his body language got much more aggressive. She knew he was still too kind hearted, even in the throws of anger, to hit anyone but that doesn't mean he didn't look like he was about to. It was usually enough to provoke the other party into throwing a punch, and things would devolve from there. Now Ashe would always have his side in a fight, but she was pretty good about keeping him cooled off, the same way he would for her.

Luckily though, those situations were extremely rare. Angry Tyler meant pissed off Ashe, and no one won in that situation. No, the more common problem she'd help her boyfriend with would be the days where his mood is sadder.

Now, he was normally pretty content in life she had learned. Not too sad most of the time, but he is only human so occasionally she would find her boyfriend moping. Or at least, pretending like he isn't moping. She'd see the fake smile he'd force onto his face, the way he'd fall a little quieter in conversations. Ashe had also learned that he tended to move towards the piano when sad, and she'd find him playing somber tunes alone. At least, at first. Since they had started dating, he had began to trust her a little more, and be more open about his emotions. Ashe couldn't properly explain how honored she felt the first time she had seen him approach her, arms shyly open for a hug as he muttered something about missing his family.

Ashe had quickly wrapped him up in a tight hug, pulled him onto the couch, and played with his hair until he had started telling her about some of his memories of his family. Ashe understood, and admired, how strong her boyfriend usually was. Shouldering the struggles and frustrations by himself, and she was all too willing to be there for him when he needed help. Ashe certainly knew she had come crying, sometimes literally, to him before and found comfort. She only hoped she could help him as much as he helped her. Though, judging by the smile he usually had by the time they were done cuddling and talking, she thinks she manages to.

Thankfully though, those moments are few and far between. Most of her memories with her boyfriend are wonderful happy memories that serve to fan the flame in her chest. Even when they weren't comforting each other, or cuddling on a couch, Ashe found herself absolutely smitten with his personal quirks.

Shortly after they started living in the same base, Ashe had began to see just how curious Tyler was behind his well maintained composure. She would notice something would catch his interest, and he'd be drawn to it like a moth to a flame. He'd never let anyone know directly, but she would catch him slipping questions about it into conversations when he could, studying it, even reading about it. Whenever he met another celestial with new powers, she could see his wide-eyed child like appreciation for them. More than once she had caught him mouthing “cool” to himself. It was beyond adorable to her. Subtly, to avoid embarrassing him, she had began to help him out when she found his curiosity peaked. Doing her best to feed the inner child in him that loved to explore.

Beyond just being fascinated by new powers, Ashe was thoroughly impressed with the devotion Tyler had to improving himself. When it came to working out and training, Tyler was one of the hardest workers she knew. And that was saying something. He never complained, and listened to advice. It was a bit strange, and worrying, at times seeing how hard he worked while training. More than once they would finish a long and intense training session, and Ashe would see Tyler collapse on the way to the showers, having pushed himself too hard.

Ashe knew he hated being a burden, and usually hated complaining. Which meant he would end up stubbornly pushing himself too far. After the second time, Ashe had confronted him about it head on, making him promise to be more vocal about his limits, reassuring him that she didn't see him as annoying for complaining or the like, and he had gotten better about it. Ashe had also gotten in the habit of watching him a little closer, looking for any sign of fatigue. Most of the time though, she just saw Tyler doing his best in training, patiently practicing over and over again. Even after others would leave, she would find him doing the same drills over and over again without complaint. She knew how strong he had gotten in such a short amount of time wasn't due to natural talent, or some innate ability. It was all the blood, sweat, and tears she had seen him shed in effort. It was almost contagious to her. She could clearly remember moments where they'd both be be taking a break, drenched in sweat and ready to call it quits when they'd share a look, and Tyler's challenging smirk would seemingly wash away the fatigue in her body, and she just knew she could find the strength for another repetition.

Some nights though, Tyler would be off practicing with someone else, or getting some extra practice in while she took the chance to rest. Almost without fail, he'd come wandering through the house freshly showered and looking for her. When he found her, silently he stumble his way over to her, collapsing onto the couch or bed next to her and just lay next to her, resting his head on her lap and closing his eyes. Sometimes he'd even doze off right away. It was too much like a puppy, Ashe found it utterly adorable. Completely content, she'd simply pet his hair and let him catch on the rest she knew he needed. Though more than once she'd find her legs going numb after having a sleeping boy on them for so long.

Ashe was also learning just how well Tyler seemed to know her. The only other people who had picked up on her habits were her adoptive sisters, and they had quite literally raised her. But it always caught her off guard just how quickly Tyler seemed to learn. It always started with the little things.

Ashe was aware that she had the habit of getting so wrapped up in conversations, that she'd forget to eat. Whenever the conversation died down, she'd suddenly find her stomach angrily rumbling in protest and she'd have to scamper off to find food. At least, before she did. Now Tyler always seemed to slip away during a conversation, and return quietly with some snacks he got from Ami for everyone.

Whenever she got too heated in a competition, she'd always find a reassuring smile on his face. One that both told her take a deep breath and that he was on her side.

On the other end of the spectrum, he also knew when she was too antsy. If her live became too quiet for too long, she often found herself restless. Before she even knew she was getting restless though, Tyler would be challenging her to something. A sparring match, basketball, even just a quick “I bet I can bake better cookies than you.” Something to rev her up and soon the day would be lost to their petty, but cherished competitions.

During the rare times they were sent away separately on missions, she could always count on his smiling face to be the first thing to greet her when she returned home, and a warm hug waiting for her.

Other times it was a much more simple gesture. A second hot drink ordered for her at a cafe before she even realized what she wanted, always correctly chosen. A plate with two warm bagels in the morning for them, and two glasses of iced tea poured. Her chair pulled out when she approached the table with both hands full of food. The occasional small gift found waiting on her bed, along with a slightly rambling card explaining how it reminded him of her, and Ami had helped pick it out, and he hoped it was okay, and not too weird.

Ashe hadn't told him yet, but one of her most cherished collections was her little stash of his awkward notes he left her with gifts.

All in all, Ashe really couldn't pinpoint what exactly about Tyler had her heart so completely sworn to him. From his perfectly complementary personality, to his subtle quirks, to his attention to her, and genuine care and concern. It all swept Ashe away. Their relationship was the one thing in her life that was truly hers and his alone, and she wouldn't let anything tear it away from them.

So yeah, Ashe was pretty in love with her boyfriend.

#tyler #Ashe #TylerxAshe #MY OCs #I love this story #I just #I love writing happy fluffy love #these two mean the world to me #and I really really cant wait to bring them to life some day with art #I'm working hard on it #I will try to work harder too

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badrpstories · 7 years ago

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I told this story on bad RPer polar bear once before it died but there’s a moral to it that I’d like to share with any RPer who needs to hear it.

tldr; If you’re uncomfortable RPing something, just say so, or find some way to back out of it. Don’t be a wuss like me and humor your RP partners.

Just stating now fyi that all characters names will be replaced with names of characters who remind me of them, even if just in the weirdest, most obscure way.

So once upon a time, I was in this nice little table-top esque group roleplay with some friends. There was a stat system and some RPG mechanic stuff for battles, but overall it was still much more role-play focused so I could it as something that can be talked about here.

Now, I really liked my character, Iwamine. She was a very stoic character who was hard to work into interactions because of a sort of anti-social nature, but despite being aloof and indifferent about MOST things, whenever something did pique her interest, she’d be very VERRRRRRRY curious about it. Enter my good friend’s character Sora. He was a huge friendly dork who happened to have some amnesia issues, and for some reason, a strong connection to Iwamine’s love interest from her backstory. That got me curious about some possible interactions, plus Iwamine was very intrigued when she heard about how Sora apparently knew her dearest magic tutor anyways, so that sparked an… odd friendship between the two. SoraMun really liked the idea of a ship between our characters, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him just then that I didn’t really want to escalate to anything romantic, because it just didn’t seem in character. Iwamine was only interested in Sora at all because she wanted to know what his connection to her one-sided love was. Shippy stuff started popping up, but I already had my mental plans for Iwamine to hop out of it as soon as she realized it was only the connection to her real love that she was attracted to, not Sora himself.

Sora had also been interacting a lot with quite possibly the most vile OC I have ever seen in my life, Dahlia. Dahlia was a little bitch, to put it as nicely as I can. She was incredibly manipulative, didn’t care about a soul besides herself, and her character was basically revolved around seducing some specific guys to get her what she wanted. Granted, I’ve maybe seen some OCs in RPs that have been worse, but either they developed into a better person, had an arc about how they were trying to better themselves from the start, or they were straight up villains the whole time. Dahlia just stayed this way.

Dahlia ALSO tried to seduce Sora! Often! Like, she literally tried to brainwash him in his sleep! As that started getting a little bit shippy, SoraMun expressed that he wasn’t sure what to do for his character at that point as he really liked Sora/Iwamine, but Sora/Dahlia seemed like it was gonna happen… And DahliaMun joked about a harem. Then SoraMun got in on the joking. I happen to be sex repulsed, and I was even more sex repulsed at that time than I am now. The borderline NSFW nature of literally anything Dahlia touched romantically (as she wasn’t really in true love, she just wanted the D) made me uncomfortable and I wanted nothing to do with that. Along with that, one of Iwamine’s main flaws is that she can be VERY possessive. She would not have wanted to share a love interest, and I tried to make that clear. Her ‘sharing’ a guy would not end well, as she would want him all to himself, and I simply wasn’t comfortable RPing what the repercussions of her having the same love interest as someone else would be. That could easily get very, very violent. So I did everything short of just saying no. Most other people could tell I wanted nothing to do with the harem, but SoraMun, bless his heart, is a little dense at times and didn’t really notice, and had DahliaMun egging him on still. DahliaMun most certainly noticed by the way, and just didn’t let the harem go because he’s one of the biggest douches I’ve ever come across. I felt bad saying no though, so eventually, I just winded up going along with it.

My precious Iwamine, who was SUPPOSED to be stoic, supposed to have all this interesting character ended up basically being reduced to a pretty sex doll that day I got involved, and I was uncomfortable with every fucking second of it. Her character was basically stripped from her because if she’d stayed in character, she wouldn’t have even gone along with some stupid fanservicey harem, and if she stayed in character while genuinely attracted to Sora (which she never was supposed to be) than Dahlia would not have come out of that unhurt.

A while later, I was saying something in the OOC chat about how Iwamine’s character was ending up much differently than intended, and after a chat with the person in charge of the RP (who was the real MVP here tbh, without him encouraging me I would not have gotten out of this shit) a situation was proposed that allowed me to get out of the horrible harem. When I went to go talk with DahliaMun about it privately so we could sort out details of the fallout interaction between our characters, he had the gal to tell me that “Well you can back out if you want but your character was super one dimensional and boring before she had this”

….I was in a very, very bad emotional place at the time of this roleplay. And it was common knowledge I was in a bad place at that time because I did a horrid job of hiding it. So making a jab at probably the only thing I had any bit of self esteem and confidence about at that time while knowing I was in a shit place was a dick move, and if I’d actually ever had any respect for the guy, that would have been a huge blow to me tbh.

Managed to get out of that harem pretty easily after that, but I was never really able to get Iwamine back to a place where I was happy with her character. She had one nice friendship from before she’d even talked to Sora, and that was about it. Nothing else about her character was good, all do to the after effects of the harem crap. But hey, at least I got out of the harem…! Dahlia’s influence was so bad that she ended up isolating poor Sora’s characters, and Sora ended up dying because of SoraMun wanting out of the RP, and Dahlia mourned for like five minutes before moving on to the next boy she wanted to seduce. So it could have been worse if I’d stuck in the harem.

#rp #submission

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