Lunch at the Day & Night. Not been for a while.
Nachos, chilli & chips, hot cherries & ice cream, coffee.
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Milky Way Week: A Neil & Silver Fanweek
Our next event, Milky Way Week, will take place from March 4-8! Feel free to combine prompts or use them on any day you wish. The color palettes are another option which can be used however you'd like: art, edits, moodboards, general inspiration, etc. Any type of creative work involving either iteration of the character is welcome 💫
If you post your works under the tag #Milky Way Week 2024 and @ this blog, I'll reblog your work!
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Further guidelines and plain text prompts below the cut:
All types of fanwork & all languages are welcome.
There are no content restrictions, but please tag ships and any necessary content warnings.
Use of generative AI is strictly prohibited.
There are no minimum or maximum word counts or other requirements.
Please be kind to your fellow creators. This is meant to celebrate a game we all love, and if you don't like someone's work, you don't have to engage with it.
Works may contain spoilers for in-game events-- use your own discretion if you haven't finished both episodes.
Prompts
March 4th: future | first date
March 5th: identity | Earth customs
March 6th: protect | S.A.V.E
March 7th: family | Milky Way
March 8th: free brew (free day)
Color Palettes
Earth
#395e66
#32936f
#84bcda
#f5bb00
#7a6263
Saturn
#66c5c4
#c3aa8a
#af7595
#424a54
#cbdbdf
Neptune
#111430
#3e5ee2
#6cb4fa
#3c47a9
#fffaff
Mars
#241715
#721121
#b75d69
#d48827
#fcd667
Uranus
#137547
#5efc8d
#14b8cd
#f4b266
#8377d1
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Day 23 - Tea
Written for @prongsfoot-microfic
“Get away from here with that newfangled Western nonsense, Remus!”
Sirius turned, slowly, incredulously, to look at his shouting, shuddering boyfriend.
“Jamie—are you okay?” He certainly didn’t seem like he was. James had his arms raised in front of him, palms out as if warding off evil, face turned away from a bemused Remus.
“No! No, I’m not okay,” James cried dramatically, stumbling backward with hasty steps. Remus mouthed a ‘what the fuck’ in Sirius’ direction, hoping that he’d have a better idea of what was going on. Unfortunately, even with his vast knowledge of everything James Potter, he couldn’t figure out what was going on in that moment.
“James—wha-?”
“Oh, come on, Sirius,” James’ voice came out in a sort of indignant squawk, hands fluttering around. “Don’t tell me you can’t see it. That!” He pointed a finger towards Remus. More specifically, the steaming mug held in his hands.
“That?” Sirius leaned forward, trying to understand what James was going for. The only thing he could see was a milky liquid, with a string poking out of it through the side of the mug. Normal enough for Remus, who needed a cup of tea every three hours if he didn’t want to develop a killer headache. “I don’t get it.”
“The tea, Sirius! That—that abomination!” James finally spelled it out for them, though it didn’t make things any clearer.
“Huh?” Remus finally designed to speak up, peeking into his mug as if it held the answers of the universe. A huge sigh was heaved from the space in front of them, as if James physically couldn’t contain it any longer (not that he was even trying so far).
“I will never understand how you drink that swill when you can have perfectly good chai.”
Ah.
That explained it.
One wouldn’t think so, looking at James Potter, but he was an extreme tea—sorry, chai snob, utterly refusing to put up with anything except his beloved spiced chai. It didn’t matter that most of the time they didn’t want to put in the effort of crushing cardamom, grating ginger, pounding black pepper and waiting for everything to boil in the correct order for just the right amount of time. It didn’t matter that sometimes they just wanted something warm to drink within the minute, and a cup of hot water microwaved on full power with some milk powder and a teabag floating in it was more than good enough to get the job done.
No, for James, if you wanted tea, then you were supposed to have chai.
The moment realisation struck, Remus groaned out loud, all tension seeping out of his shoulders as his entire posture sagged. “James, you—! No. No. Sirius, will you please control your boyfriend while I enjoy my nice, hot cup of English Breakfast TEA without the peanut gallery yammering in the back? Thank you.”
With that, he sent one last scathing look towards an unrepentant James and walked away. They could hear an obnoxiously loud sip and a blissful ‘ah’ as he turned round the corner. James’ left eye twitched and he made a move as if to follow Remus and beat the mug out of his hand. Sirius, of course, couldn’t let that happen.
“You’re ridiculous, you know that, J?” Sirius murmured, wrapping his fingers around James’ wrist and pulling him closer. “Chai, tea, it’s all the same, isn’t it?”
“How dare you—“
Of course, Sirius knew the kind of reaction that would provoke, but swallowing James’ outraged huff with the press of his lips was his favorite past time, after all. How could he resist?
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Milky Way Week, A Neil/Silver Fanweek, starts tomorrow!
You can post your works under #Milky Way Week 2024 tag. Make sure you tag this blog so I don't miss it!
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