#sabby's so much fun!

[homosexual-fast-dancer]

2, 6, 10, aand 11 for the self insert ask game? for sabby 💟 —cephalophoricboyfriend

Thanks for the ask Puppet :D Ask game here!

2) post a meme that describes your s/i.

6) what does your s/i have most in common with you? what's different about them?

Ooh Sabby's way more energetic than me! And more joyful too, I'm a pretty happy chappy but I don't think anyone can reach the pure levels of glee and fun loving he can- as for similarities? Our aesthetics are quite similar! We both have a love of hippy things, and also our shared love for truly terrible jokes and puns

10) what are some of your s/i's major skills?

Sabby's really good at the tambourine, he plays it with the band sometimes! He's also quite good at cheering people up, his energy and joy is rather infectious so it tends to help others also feel happier, he's also an actor, but that can range from being good to quite a pain to sit through as he can get… carried away

11) what is your s/i afraid of?

Nothing! Apart from the dark, snakes, being lost, being alone, and heights! But other than that nothing!

[open-hangar]

New Akkadian Lore Yushamin Ep. 1

SABBI VOLUNTEER RECORDS

باسم الحياة العظيمة، عندما نجتمع معًا

Name: Waheeda Habib

Place of Origin: [REDACTED BY ORDER OF SABBI], SPEC Station 3

Birth Date: [REDACTED BY ORDER OF SABBI]

Height and Weight: ~149 cm, ~41 kg

Assignment: Ashurbanipal Special Protection Unit [REDACTED BY ORDER OF SABBI] Unit Aleph

Etc.: [REDACTED BY ORDER OF SABBI] Unit Aleph. Any changes to assignment will result in immediate and extreme [REDACTED BY ORDER OF SABBI]

Waheeda Habib, first daughter of the Society for the Protection of Earth’s Culture (SPEC), watched from the portholes as the SPEC airship Shlama as they flew northward over the desert of what was once known as Arabian Peninsula. Waheeda did not want to be here. She was well known for not wanting to be many places, but if the teenager were to create a list of places that she did not want to be, all of the top places were on Earth, and any desert would likely be in the top 5. Luckily, (or unluckily, as it gave her less to complain about,) the desert quickly gave way to a lush green forest with trees reaching skyward that forced the Shlama to gain altitude to avoid.

Much of north-eastern Iraq had been quite verdant through a solid chunk of Earth’s history, but ever since the Himalayan Disaster, strange flora and fauna have reclaimed more and more of the Arabian desert. This was widely considered in the Asian branch of SPEC to be the closest to the Himalayas that was safe to explore in order to retrieve old Earth artifacts. But Waheeda could hardly believe it as she saw a 6-winged raptor fly past the window carrying another, larger bird in its beak.

“Now approaching Al’Ahdath Mosul. Please remain seated for the docking procedure.”

Al’Ahdath Mosul was, technically, another airship, but calling it that buries the lede. It’s much more like a floating city-slash-military base, held aloft by a series of Chargon engines and anchored by a thin elevator down to what was once the original Mosul. Waheeda’s cross-chest seat belt tightened in preparation for docking as the ship slowed, and settled with a solid ship-wide SHUNK.

“Welcome to Al’Ahdath Mosul. After leaving the ship, tourists and journalists must stay in the right corridor, and SPEC members transferring to SABBI must stay in the left corridor. Please enjoy your stay.”

Well, the girl formerly of SPEC but now of SABBI thought as her seatbelt automatically came undone, I’m definitely not here for fun. Left it is.

—

“Face forward,” a voice from outside the tiny photo booth said. A bright flash of light that seemed to pierce straight through her eyes and into her brain momentarily blinded her, and she involuntarily winced. “Don’t worry,” the same voice said. “Everyone does that. It came out fine.”

Outside the booth, her new handler Rami leaned against the doorway like a towering statue, his arm tented against the top arch. Her new ID was in his other hand, outstretched to her. It was already laminated and on a lanyard. She looked down at her dark, angry face and long curly hair surrounded by her relevant info, and a number indicating her clearance.

“Do you have to look at me like that?” Waheeda asked as she glanced sideways at Rami.

“Like what?”

“Like a creep.”

He stood up straighter, perhaps realizing that he was leaning over the girl in an intimidating way. “Depends…”

She didn’t like where this conversation was going, so made a conscious effort to get as far away from him as possible, walking in a random direction down the hallway they were in. “Depends on what?”

Rami laughed as he followed her “Are you a Lunarian?”

Waheeda felt sick to her stomach that this was the guy who was in charge of her, and could order her around. “Ew, no! I’m exactly as old as I look.”

“Ah, shame,” he replied. “Oh, and you’re going the wrong way, by the by.”

Waheeda stopped, and looked to her side at a sign painted on the wall. The direction she was walking had an arrow pointing labeled “Personal Chambers,” while the arrow pointing behind her was labeled “Mosul Elevator - SABBI Only.” She sighed, pointedly, while picking up her stride.

“Look, I have had a LONG trip and entering the atmosphere was NOT a fun experience. I just want to unpack my stuff and get used to natural gravity, ok?”

A sudden iron grip on her upper arm stopped the teen in her tracks, and she dropped her bags and turned around ready to slap the man holding her. She was interrupted by the terrifying gaze Rami brought down on her.

“I’m sorry if that didn’t sound like an order. You’re going topside no matter what. Leave your things, someone will grab them for you.”

—

The elevator was long. Long, uneventful, and scary, as Rami stood like an erect gargoyle in the exact middle of the enclosed space and Waheeda shrunk into the corner to get as much space between the two of them as possible. How long is this stupid elevator shaft, anyway, she thought to herself as time continued to stretch onward. Mosul isn’t THAT high up, is it? Eventually, finally, the elevator stopped, and a red light shined a laser over the entire space.

“Two occupants detected,” a robotic voice intones. “Provide identification.”

Rami raises his ID next to his face, and after a moment, the voice goes, “Rami Hafeez confirmed.” He turns around to the other occupant of the elevator expectantly, and finds her already following suit. “Waheeda Habib confirmed. Clearance granted to Yushamin Hangar 01.” The massive doors slide open, granting access to a metal grated walkway overlooking one of the secret prides of SABBI, Yushamin Unit Aleph.

As Waheeda walks onto the walkway, she immediately revolts in shock, her back slamming into the now closed doors of the elevator they had stepped out of. Her hand over her mouth does little to muffle her shocked outburst.

“JOHN the BAPTIST WHAT IS THAT?!”

Comparing it to a Lanzer is what most minds would do, but that’s not even half of this thing. Waheeda could only see it as a monster. It was vaguely humanoid in shape, covered in spikes in the most terrifying places. The core of the thing was mostly shining dark metal, but covered in red plates and yellow… scales? And the entire thing was covered in transparent veins showing some liquid flowing underneath. But she spent the most time staring at what appeared to be the head.

Vaguely shaped like a crystal or a plumb bob, it was pointed at the bottom with a spike on its chin, widest at its forehead, and an amazing conical crown made of even more spikes on top. Its neck was not in the expected place, but rather sticking out the back of the head. It appeared to have 4 blank eyes and a covered mouth, and the entire display almost made Waheeda miss that massive metal halo behind its head, and its… floating(?) wings(???) that were glowing a faint green.

“That, my dear Ms. Habib, is why you’ve been transferred here,” Rami calmly explained while Waheeda began to hyperventilate. “You and your family care deeply about old Earth’s heritage. Well, it’s under attack, and long story short, we can’t trust Lanzers anymore.”

Art by @nebularobo

[veeloopz]

Hiya. Hope you're doing well and having a nice January. Really hope this question isn't too annoying to reply to but lately I've been trying to create references for my OCs so that I can finally share my art with other people. Thing is, I'm completely struggling with creating reference sheets! When I start one, I end up just not knowing what I should add and I either get this feeling that there's not enough or that there is too much unnecessary drawings that are just there to fill space. Sure there's no real right or wrong with these but they never look appealing. I was wondering how that process of creating references is for you, what is it that you think about adding that is important in yours, especially when making one to share with other people. Things you think should be there, basically.

Thank you very much.

Very very long reply incoming, sorry!! I’d love to help you out with this <3

So what I always make sure to have for my references (especially my comic ones!) is a front/quarter view, side view, and back view!

For example:

Sabrinia here has really wild hair, and from different angles it doesn’t look the same. I made sure to include how her hair looks in the back, and I made it a little transparent to you can see what her outfit looks like behind. (Also obligatory BALD mention lol)

Now, the way I decide what and what not to add to my references is kinda on a whim. As for comic specifically, since I know how to draw these guys from muscle memory I tend to keep it simple.

But, for characters that have a more complicated design, I like to add little footnotes and images showing what I couldn’t show on my turnaround sheet. (I sometimes do this for my comic guys too!)

Another example, I just finished this yesterday actually haha! I redesigned her, and this is what I had to work with:

I sketched out her design and picked colors (I make sure to put them on the side so it’s easier to color pick and see values!)

Then after I liked what I had, I put that sketch on this reference canvas (based on IDW wonderful Sonic ones). I drew lines to matchup her main features/main guidelines, and sketched it out from there.

As I was drawing the side view I realized I needed to have two different back views since her design isn’t totally symmetrical!

I like to add silly expressions to fit the characters vibe in the top for fun! I haven’t done this with my comic ocs yet, just cause I’ve already drawn some expressions in the comic itself so I just go back and cross reference if I need to!

As for all the extra stuff at the bottom…

Looking at her turnarounds I thought the spikes on her wrist cuffs weren’t well seen so I made a quick drawing of those.

When sketching her shoes, I drew the open part with a weird shape and I wanted to include it since the gems covered them up!

Also made sure to have a good ref for her weapon somewhere too. Same with a harness for it!

Didn’t have any expressions of her mouth open, so I wanted to point out her weird teeth! And her eyes are shaped different, so I made sure to also point that out!

Overall, what helps me make references and figure out what and what not to put there is to think about what is important to the design itself. What id do is definitely be sure to have a front (or 3/4 view), side, and back view! If that’s too much just a front and back view are dandy!

For details, if there’s something in the design that sticks out, make sure to have that in the spotlight somewhere!

For fun here’s oldest (2019??) to newest references for Sabby, just to show how her ref has changed over the years!

I hope this helps!!! If you have any more questions please don’t hesitate to ask! I love to try and help and give advice when it comes to art! It’s really fun!

[gojonanami]

hello sabbie 🙋🏻‍♀️ hoho sooooo as an arranged marriage enthusiast, i’ve been thinking about some possible ideas with cult leader!geto x reader — you can tweak it however you want (or not at all) !! ✨

non sorcerer reader: i agree with that one ask. it’s a bit difficult considering his hatred for monkeys. but one path i can think of is if the reader is a normal human whose father supplies cult followers to geto😋 like let’s say, the father is an important figure in society so geto can’t really kill him off just like that and he gets money too from geto and he wants even more to settle his debts or another idea: cover his misdeeds—geto passive aggressively threatens to spill his dirty secret to public for amusement so he gives the reader to him as a wife and promises him a continuity of cult followers supply too while at it 😎

sorcerer reader: a bit easier i think! the reader can be someone who has hatred for humans too and wishes to eradicate them due to a trauma… so she is a bit dead inside (uhhh wait do you know what i mean🥹) and proposes a marriage deal with geto so they can achieve their mutual goal. howeverrrr in some sort of plot twist, the reader realizes that humans too aren’t that bad and her moral compass starts to shift… but at the same time, she’s falling in love with her arranged husband, so how could she ever voice that she’s no longer interested in their shared goal—which is what brought the two of them in the first place?😫

ehehhee so yes that’s some brainrot i’ve been thinking ever since i read that one ask about non sorcerer reader🥹 and as of the sorcerer one—it’s inspired by some movies combined… if any of this can help you then i’ll be happy!! but if not then you can also treat it as a passing headcanonss🤭🤭🫶🏻

chuuuu omg I love these ideas 🥹🥹🥹 I think I can work the first one into this arranged marriage fic especially as a cult leader — it would be fun if reader’s family had some of pre-existing relationship like that

as for the second one 👀 I think I may write a separate fic where reader is just as twisted as suguru and they do get married in a fake marriage but she ends up becoming disillusioned 👀 ahhh I love that idea so much — such a a genius 💕

[my-fe-ocs]

sabine! i lowkey love sabine even tho she's not a main character and i made her by accident cus valley girl pegasus knight fun

anyway sabby has a hell of a sweet tooth and loves professor mercie's treats she bakes for the class SO MUCH

i imagine if she ever had taiyaki it'd be her favourite. where is fódlanverse japan??

[thygoddessouijathicc]

Main Character General Personalities

I decided to write out summaries of all the main PH character personalities so far.

Sapphire: A pseudo-intellectual asshole with a low value for others lives who is easily annoyed or flustered. Although she actually is pretty smart, she’s not half as smart as she thinks she is and gets annoyed when this fact is revealed. Weirdly prone to violence.

Faria: The type of character I would say is “lucky she’s pretty” if she were pretty. A flirty attention seeking and smug cat monster that tends to make 10 jokes per second. She does have a more sensitive side to her but it’s rarely seen. Kind of a moron. Watches too much TV.

Zero: Every bit as smug and obnoxious as his little sister Faria, and quite a bit more too. A bit more mature than some of the other characters truly, but tends not to show it. Not exactly stupid per say, but not conscious of what’s going on around him most of the time.

Infinity: A man who is obviously at his wits end, exhausted, and clearly just tired of giving a shit. Infinity hates everyone and everything except for his boyfriend Zero, and of all the main characters is the least morally ok.

Para: ADHD gremlin who just wants to do whatever is the most fun.

Nora: the more responsible twin to Para who is obsessed with learning everything she can about the world.

Katia: A shy little girl who looks up to her less than sane older siblings and has severe claustrophobia.

Vox: The mysterious young boy found in the woods.

Sabrina: A half insane paranoid wreck trying desperately to find her older sister who’s body was never found. She has no interests besides trying to prove her sister is alive and tracking her down.

Kim-Ly: A horror movie enthusiast who likes to live in the moment. Has been Sabby’s best friend since the girls were 6 and has been trying to pull her out of her madness for years.

[baodurs]

i filled out this super cool button character profile by @extraordinarymage for sabrina! thank you for making this, it was a lot of fun to fill out <3 the bulk of it is under a cut and oh boy is it long !!!

Short, Quick Reference

Name: Sabrina Wiseman

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Love Interest: Kent

Main personality trait: Confidence

Secondary personality trait: Morbidity

Relationship with Nick: Full of love, haunted by unaddressed guilt and frustration. But mostly full of love.

Nickname for Nick: Saint Nick (used sparingly)

Resentful or accepting?: Slightly resentful

Main strategy (interpersonal, insightful, innovative?): Insightful

Ethical or expedient?: Expedient

GENERAL

Name: Sabrina Larkspur Wiseman

Nickname(s): Sab, used by anyone; Sabby, only Nick and Sally; and, of course, Button for Nick.

Birthday: I think I made her an October Libra for the purpose of a template I did months ago, but I’m not sure! No concrete birthday yet, I’m always very slow to nail down details like this.

Age: 20

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hair color + style: Blonde. A little past shoulder length, sometimes wavy. Usually a middle part. For Aeon, tied back in a bun.

Eye color: Blue, entirely because of the section of Frank O’Hara’s “Meditations in an Emergency” that goes, “My eyes are vague blue, like the sky...”

Height: 5′5

Piercings: Multiple in each ear, but a couple have started to close.

Tattoos: None yet! Sab likes the idea of a tattoo but is worried about finding the perfect design, whether she’d end up hating it, that the pain might be greater than she expects and she’ll look like a baby in front of her tattoo artist. I’d like to think she eventually consults Sally and/or Glitch to come up with an idea that she falls in love with, but I haven’t come up with what that would be!

Clothing style: Mostly solid colors, not a lot of patterns. Nothing super bright, but a fairly varied mix of pastels, neutrals, dark colors, black. Partial to denim skirts and sweater tops. Ankle boots. Likes a good turtleneck. She’s bolder when it comes to formal wear, and especially loves suits. Big fan of silk and satin.

Since she has a pretty accurate face claim, I’ll link some gifsets I’ve rb’d for appearance ref if you are so inclined.

STATS

I’m always adjusting minor things and swapping scenes around, but these are from my most recent Sab run! Most scores hover somewhere around these values.

Personality:

Confidence: 53%

Humor: 5%

Morbidity: 22%

Resentful: 57% | Accepting: 43%

Strategy:

Interpersonal: 12%

Insightful: 50%

Innovative: 10%

Ethical: 43% | Expedient: 57%

KEY DECISIONS:

What is Nick’s nickname and why?: Saint Nick, used very rarely. It’s a joking reference to the time she thought Santa was an evil Ment out to ruin Christmas, and a point about Nick overdoing it with the cheer. “Saint Nick” is usually code for “I know you mean well, but please mind your own business.” Otherwise, she just calls him Nick.

What is their favorite type of cookie (and its name and why?): Salted caramel chocolate chip! No special name.

What was their initial reaction to Sally hugging them, as kids?: She just froze. That could just be me projecting adult Sabrina onto her childhood self; I don’t imagine that she was as uncomfortable around strangers or quite as cautious back then. But that’s what I’ll stick with.

How did they ace the ASE test?: The in-game option she takes is “My entire life has revolved around strategic avoidance,” but the one about being just plain smart also sounds like her. If Sab has the chance to thoroughly (over)prepare for something, she will do it. Her mind blindness also has her constantly (over)analyzing situations. So, hard work and relentless anxiety!

Did they manage to win their first assignment? How?: Yes, by having Sally block the door. I’ve headcanoned some slight differences in how it plays out, which I wrote about in-depth here. To summarize, Sab thinks of blocking the door as a desperate last resort, not a clever loophole, and she pushes back against Rosy’s praise because she wishes she could have done it the “real” way. Rosy goes from being impressed to being annoyed that she’s willfully missing the point.

What was the primary emotion Button felt during the Aeon bombing (love, gratitude, etc?): Guilt. She feels very guilty about how much Nick has given up for her in general, but I think that in the moment, it’s on a smaller scale. The fact that Nick was on the phone with her when it happened, coming to her rescue like always, becomes emblematic of their whole relationship for her, and she really fixates on that.

Who drove them home from the hospital from and why?: Glitch. Sab responds to her initial text with “Are you sure?”, and is relieved when Glitch takes that as “Yes, please.” She doesn’t relish the idea of being around someone more connected to her family or Nick at that point.

How do they feel about Nick riding around in their mind?: Worried, at first. Just because it’s so unknown and absolutely insane. After seeing Doctor Amari, she’s excited! Sab is thrilled to be a Pollard Five and intends to take full advantage of it. I am not looking forward to seeing how she reacts when that’s taken away from her.

Why did Button agree to do the undercover mission?: To prove she still deserves to be an MIV. Sabrina feels stupid and reckless for putting herself, Nick, and Aeon in this position, but she knows she’s smart, and she hasn’t worked this hard for nothing. She wants to prove what she could do with a normal Pollard Score and make herself too valuable to give up even when she’s back to Zero.

Told Glitch about your mind blindness?: Depends on the playthrough. I’m constantly going back and forth on whether Sab meets Glitch for coffee or wanders the city with Nick in her second chapter 5 slot (after trying to track down Kent). If she does meet Glitch, though, she absolutely tells her; with how touchy Sab is about privacy, she couldn’t stomach not warning Glitch that Nick could hear everything they said.

Figured out K’s secret?: Nope. She finds enough of the clues to be given the “I knew it!” option in-game, but she didn’t actually put it together. Sab is too angry and embarrassed by learning that Kent is an AMO to find any reason to interrogate it. “The random guy I met before school just happens to be a jerk” is a perfectly sound explanation to her.

Found Noh’s clues?: Not at the metro station. Sometimes she sees the Vengeance brooms in chapter 5 (again, depending on the playthrough), but that’s it.

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP:

Love Interest: Kent

Why them?: Sab feels an immediate kinship with Kent after learning about the NPO program. It’s kind of funny how quickly he moves from the least sympathetic position in her eyes (Ment who got past me and read my mind without my knowledge) to the most sympathetic (non-powered child of a prominent family aiming a league above where he “belongs”). A lot of new respect for his competence. Her fate is sealed when she realizes that his kindness at the hospital wasn’t him trying to make up for some wrongdoing, but just him being very sweet. (She had scoffed over “You needed help.” But now she’s like, “Oh. He meant that?! Fuck.”)

As they spend more time together, Sab realizes how weirdly similar they are in other ways, too. And she starts to feel safe/secure around him in a way that she’s extremely not used to. Growing up surrounded by Ments, Sab has a lot of issues about being too much, too difficult, needing to “be worthy” of love. So someone like Kent who is not a Ment, who has no “obligation” to care about her, and whose judgement she trusts implicitly? Being around him and being loved by him mean a lot, and I think will go a long way towards helping her reflect on her other relationships!

What are their first impressions of each other?: Okay, there are like 3 first impressions with Kent. First: he’s tall and handsome and secretly adorable, and they have similar career goals, so she’s drafting a five-month plan to woo him and get his number. Second: he’s a lying, self-obsessed loser who owes her many explanations. Third: oh no, the first impression was true! And he’s been continually, selflessly kind to her in spite of her overt hostility. Scratch the five-month plan, because the crush was only fun when it was entirely superficial; now she really, really likes him and that just sucks.

We know that Button makes a good impression on K by stopping for their dogs, but apart from that... I mean, the “we confused each other” from chapter 7 is very apt. Sab has lots of shifting personas, and Kent sees pretty much every one within 24 hours. The prevailing impression before everything gets cleared up is probably just that she cares a lot? About everything? Her stopping for the dogs, how seriously she takes the first assignment, the way she seems so deeply affected by something he said or did that morning. It’s a rare side of her to meet first because she usually pretends to be above everything.

What feature does your Button find most attractive in their RO (ex. appearance, personality, etc.)?: Probably his composure. And his... steadfastness? The way he seems unruffled by anything, his soothing presence. She really admires that about him and finds the calm contagious.

What do they do to spend time together?: Going on drives together! Kent driving while Sab plays songs she thinks he’ll like, talking or not talking. Cuddling on the couch while reading their own separate books. Museum dates. Walking the dogs together.

Do they argue? How do they handle arguments and disagreements? How do they make up?: I imagine that the first month or so of their relationship would be difficult, just because they’re both bad at expressing themselves and not used to relying on other people. Kent kind of negates a lot of Sab’s impulses to get defensive or hostile, so instead of arguments, I think there are more likely to be awkward periods where she’s just stewing in something without addressing it. Most of their fights would be, like, one of them becoming really distant for a concerning number of days until the other tries to awkwardly check in on them.

What does their future look like?: Uhh some random lore: I think eventually they do get married, despite neither of them caring that much about it. Sabrina would be excited to have something to plan, and she knows it would make the people around her happy. They have a long engagement; there’s never really an “official” proposal, just an acknowledgement that yeah, they’ll get married one day, and then eventually they get rings. The engagement is almost Sab’s favorite part, honestly. She likes planning and showing off her ring and calling Kent her fiancé, a lot of fanfare on her part for a wedding that ends up being very modest and chill.

OTHER RELATIONSHIPS (Feel free to go in depth!)

Relationship with Nick: When I first started developing Sab, I thought that with as difficult/prickly as she can be, her relationship with Nick would be worse than it is. Never bad, but certainly strained, with more jealousy/resentment on her side. However, she rejected this. She is resentful, but never towards Nick—she internalizes the negative parts of their relationship so they manifest as guilt instead. And that’s the problem, not resentment. Sab thinks he’s overprotective, but that doesn’t make her angry; it just makes her sad. She wishes things were different and he didn’t feel so responsible for her, but she also doesn’t know how she could manage without him taking on so many of her burdens. So, guilt! So much love, but always looming guilt.

Having Nick in her head has helped. It’s added a new kind of guilt (“I’m a horrible person for being so giddy that people can’t hear my thoughts even though that requires my brother to be in a coma”), but getting inside Nick’s head for once and really feeling his love for her changes things. Makes her feel way more secure, I guess? It’s easier to see her brother as human person, a friend who loves her, rather than a perfect selfless paragon who sacrificed everything to raise her, which is an important shift.

There are also Things happening with self-presentation in the fact that they’re both models, and flirts, and pretend to be shallow. And the ways that they’ve responded to vastly different expectations. And selflessness versus selfishness. But I have no idea how to talk about that yet.

Relationship with Father: Strained and distant. Sabrina doesn’t necessarily blame him for leaving, but she hates how he’s handled it. She’s incredibly frustrated that John insists on keeping them in this miserable limbo of uncomfortable visits, even though moving away was (to her) a tacit acknowledgement that she and her parents are better off without each other. He’s trying to force a relationship that Sab thinks is ultimately harmful for everyone involved. For Nick’s sake, she’s willing to grin and bear the visits, but it never works because John can obviously tell it’s an act. He pushes her, she gets defensive, and so on to infinity.

Relationship with Mother: Like with John, Sab doesn’t resent Hope for the incident itself, or for leaving afterward. It was terrifying, and the idea of being around Hope makes her panic—but she thinks of that as just another irrational anxiety symptom, and she’s trying to work through it. What she does resent Hope for is letting it get to that point at all. Sab is incredibly bitter that Hope will suffer silently to the point of almost killing her (during the incident) and potentially herself (with the BRS), while Sab has no choice but to be completely open. Especially because they’re so similar in that way—she’s almost jealous. “Oh, so your silence is allowed to almost kill me and it’s ‘nobody’s fault’ but I can’t pretend to enjoy a single lunch with Dad without him calling me out for lying?”

And even though she doesn’t hold the incident itself against her, Sab is very hung up on “Why are you never quiet? Why are you always there?” She knows, on some level, that this was not a Personal Judgement against her. But because Hope keeps so much quiet, this is the only honest expression of her mother’s feelings that she can remember! It would take a lot for Sab to believe that Hope was really, genuinely interested in reconnecting with her, rather than just pretending to love her "enough” this time because to do otherwise would reflect poorly on Hope as a mother.

Relationship with Sally: Besties <3 Sally is the only member of the Wiseman inner circle that Sab doesn’t have complicated feelings about. They both have hidden morbid streaks that they bring out in each other, and can laugh about. They both have competitive streaks that work well together because they’re always on the same team. And their wants/needs from the relationship complement each other well, I think. Sally has always felt valued because she’s useful and not because she’s loved, while Sab has always felt smothered by love/care without feeling like she genuinely adds value to other people’s lives. So it means a lot to both of them that they’re able to help each other practically, while also genuinely loving and supporting each other outside of that.

Relationship with Gray: Full of trust and genuine care, but predicated on distance. Sab loves him a lot for being so careful not to cross any boundaries, physical or emotional, with her. She’s grateful that he’s there for Nick in a way that she doesn’t feel she can be. But "I like Gray because he doesn’t push me and is good to Nick” means that any hand he extend makes her defensive, because she’ll either view him as an emissary of Nick or start to panic because their normal routine is being disrupted (she doesn’t tell him about Hope in ch 3, for example).

They get along very well in a friend-of-a-friend sort of way, and bond over being cautious counterparts to Nick. Also, Sab never had a crush on Gray, but she is not immune to tall superhero and thinks it’s fun to fake flirt with him. (You know Isabela’s “You have pretty eyes” routine from DA2? Sab does that to Gray when conversations steer towards things she’d rather not talk about.)

Relationship with Glitch: I’m really excited about these two! They click from the start, and Sabrina feels immediately comfortable around Glitch, which makes her feel distinctly uncomfortable whenever she catches herself. Externally, they have pretty different personalities, but they’re both perceptive and... socially manipulative? aware of their self-presentation?... in ways that they both pick up on right away. So it’s a lot of conversational maneuvering and trying to figure out what the other’s game is, while also genuinely enjoying each other’s company.

Relationship with Kent/Kenna: I could go truly insane here. See the romance section above instead.

Relationship with Kim: Sab wants him to like her sooooo bad. He’s one of the only people to ever really get through to her, re: my headcanon conversation after the first assignment. Authority figures tend to treat her as special, whether that’s negatively because of her mind blindness or positively because she’s such an overachiever. She had no idea how to respond to that not being the case (and didn’t handle it well at first), but chapter 6 solidifies her respect for him.

It also turns Rosy’s opinion of Sab around; he was impressed by her in class but left his office thinking she was self-absorbed and naive. But the bombing is a reality check, and her response is very measured and practical in a way that surprises him.

Relationship with Lev: She doesn’t mind the comparisons to Nick or the “maybe one day they’ll fix you” comments as much as you might think. They aren’t her favorite, but she prefers that sort of thing to the inspirational platitudes belied by coddling that she got from her family growing up. Sab has fond memories of Lev and is grateful that he’s always been kind to her, but doesn’t have any particular feelings apart from that.

Relationship with Clarence: Holds a grudge against him for causing a scene, making her late, and generally being a jerk. But she can’t fault him for being right, after what happened! Mostly she just wants to avoid him, but she’ll be thrilled to lord her success over him if/when she proves herself.

Relationship with Dean Branham: Like Rosy, another authority figure that Sab desperately wants to impress. But without the personal investment she has in Rosy’s validation, more “Oh, this person is in charge, so I should make her like me!” Despite Nick’s and Rosy’s reservations, Sabrina doesn’t really have a problem with being “strongarmed” or manipulated into cooperating; for now, she figures Branham was just doing her job and respects her tactics.

Relationship/attitude towards Ments in general: Mostly just uncomfortable and wary around them. Sab doesn’t want her mind read, and she figures that no Ment wants to be forced to read it either. So she has a pretty strict “no Ments” rule for close personal relationships (excluding Nick, Sally, and Gray, of course. But only Nick really counts because he’s the only one who can hear her thoughts whenever she’s nearby). Not out of hatred or resentment, just because she knows it will be easier for everyone in the long run.

Do they have any other important relationships, past or present? (Relatives, friends, etc.?): Not many, but yes! Sab dated around a lot in the 2 years before Aeon (more like year and a half, because she completely shut it down once she was more focused on preparing for the MIV program), but there are 2 relationships that were formative/important for her. A high school sweetheart, and someone Sab met through modeling. She doesn’t keep up with her high school ex, but the model is her best friend outside of Sally and Nick, and they still keep in touch! I’m still developing them/the relationships, and I’ll probably post more about them someday. They’re fun!

PERSONAL BIO

Describe their personality: Confusing and contradictory. She has two main modes that confuse people who meet both (e.g., Kent). She’s either cold, stuck-up, and sometimes hostile, OR she’s charming, frivolous, and sometimes flirty. Mode 1 is tense but stoic and inexpressive; mode 2 is seemingly relaxed but very posed and insincere. Mode 1 is for when she feels uncertain or has no agenda apart from “get to point B”; mode 2 is for when she’s more comfortable or trying to manipulate someone. Her actual personality is a bit closer to the second, but she doesn’t pretend not take things seriously or hide when she’s annoyed.

Strengths: Analytical, methodical, detail-oriented. Very driven and hardworking. May not always act like it, but does have social skills/charisma; a great liar, if you can’t read her mind. Unfailingly loyal and loving to her favorite people, so so so warm and affectionate and supportive if she really loves you. Very perceptive.

Weaknesses: Way too proud. Can be petty and vindictive. Self-absorbed (she doesn’t mean anything by it, but it’s hard for her to see past herself sometimes). Stubborn, hates being wrong. And... emotional isn’t the word, but strong negative emotions can really cloud her judgement. It ties into her being proud, petty, and stubborn; if she’s really upset about something, she can cling to that emotion instead of re-evaluating it or moving forward.

Phobias: From this ask about the phobias that are planned to show up in-game, there are a few that I could see fitting Sab, but I want to wait to see how they’re implemented before I fully commit. Which is very metagame-y, I know (and I am very metagame-y about IF), but “fear of X” is so broad that it really does depend on when/how it manifests in the text.

That being said, agoraphobia is almost a lock; crowds do make Sab very anxious if she can’t keep track of everyone within a certain distance, and if she can’t leave when she starts feeling antsy. Claustrophobia is a maybe. The choice that triggers it (in chapter 4, about hating MRI machines) suits Sab, but I’m not sure if she hates MRI machines because she hates tight spaces, or if it’s more related to her general anxiety about hospitals, medical tests, etc. Which she definitely has!

What activities/club did they do in school?: She avoided anything group-oriented as far as possible. She took piano (maybe violin?) lessons and did recitals, but wasn’t in orchestra. The one exception was maybe National Honor Society or some equivalent, which she would have joined for her resume’s sake. And I think she would have tutored!

Where do they escape to when they need space?: A little used library corner, where she can people watch without being seen/heard.

How do they feel about/cope with their mind blindness?: Sab hates it but tries not to dwell on it. She knows that it’s no one’s fault, and she mainly just tries to... minimize it? Drown out her thoughts, limit her contact with Ments. And, least healthily, very rigidly managing herself. Because there’s so much of her that exists outside of herself, without her control, she tries to either filter or completely suppress everything else. Part of why she got into modeling, she can perform and be perfect and have total control over the final product of her body in the photographs for whatever campaign. Some Day This Will Be Better. But definitely not where she is in current canon.

How has your Button changed since the Incident with Hope?: Developed many new anxieties and disorders and syndromes :) She also became way more self-conscious, as in literally conscious of and way more tightly monitoring herself, what she’s thinking, what she’s expressing, how she’s sitting, etc. Less emotive face, more rigid posture.

If they weren’t an Aeon student, what would they be doing?: Sab would have beaten herself up forever if she “proved everyone right” by avoiding Unity/Ments entirely, so she’d want to stay in the family business somehow. She probably would have ended up doing scientific research on mental agility. Maybe even working for Mirrortech or some other biotech company, which I imagine would have been an interesting conversation to have with the family.

RANDOM FACTS:

Zodiac sign: Like I said, I assigned her Libra months ago for the sake of a template. But I don’t know enough about astrology to commit. Libra or Leo, probably.

Hobbies: Music, reading poetry, “cooking” (i.e., sitting on the counter and not helping while Nick makes dinner)

Likes: Watching other people (Nick) play video games, dressing up, taking long showers/baths, dark chocolate with caramel, back hugs

Dislikes: Being patronized, hot weather, going to the doctor, driving, doing anything she is not good at

Type of bedsheets: Bamboo.

Drink of choice: Cucumber mint lemonade! For hot drinks, some kind of caramel coffee. For alcohol, she refuses to get drunk because she’s terrified of having even less control of her mental broadcast, but at home/around people she trusts she’ll have a glass or two of wine. Doesn’t know enough to be picky, but doesn’t like it too sweet.

Favorite food: Probably some pasta dish Nick makes with asparagus and tomatoes and a lot of garlic.

Favorite color: Like a light turquoise!

Favorite music: Music to her was another mind-shielding tactic before anything else, so she tends to like upbeat-ish electronic/pop stuff. Catchy and repetitive, and/or with lots of personality to drown out her own thoughts. On the other end of the spectrum, she does have a soft spot for crackly, lo-fi, old or old-sounding slow songs—something about fuzzy recordings simulating a weak telepathic signal.

Favorite season: Hmm, spring and autumn are both good. She likes either side of winter.

Anything else you’d like to share: My heart and a long, fulfilling marriage, with anyone who reads all this 💍

[dirtydiabolikloversconfessions]

HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAAAAAY, SABBY!!! 💜🧡 I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY, I LOVE YOU!! Daddy and I will be waiting for you to celebrate your birthday together and do soOo many fun stuff ;3c

THANK CHUUUU SO MUCH BESTIEEEE!! (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

MY BIRTHDAY WAS AMAZING INDEED THANKS TO CHUUU!!

D-Daddy and you w-will be waiting...?? F-Fun stuff...?

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recollection / shaw bai

did I write a fic for someone we’ve interacted with twice? yes. // w.c: 1.9k // requested by @bridgetysm​

[cloud boy by sabby sousa]

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“___!”

A familiar, shockingly loud voice filled my ears, startling my eyes into focus. I remember that day almost as if it were yesterday, the unnatural feeling of blood pooling in my mouth and beneath the bruises on my forehead so vivid that I could conjure it up even now.

But, another thing that still stands untouched in my memory, is Shaw’s expression in that first moment, clear in the haze of the evening sky. The first face I’d seen in days after being ambushed on my way home from work somehow felt like a new one, his fearful expression even startling me at first. It was uncharacteristic, the way his normally slack face was taut with concern, and how his amber eyes seemed to be drowning in a type of panic I didn’t know he knew how to feel.

But the relief I felt when locking eyes with the very man I’d been hoping to see -- it was still immeasurable.

His breathing had been loud and laboured, but there wasn’t a single part of me that minded, because the slight breeze on my forehead as he worked to untie the bonds I'd been constricted to was all I needed to be reminded that I wasn’t alone anymore.

“You’re safe,” Shaw finally said this after the thin rope fell to the ground, his voice much softer than I had been expecting. “Thank god.”

Something changed that day for both of us. Whether it was in the tender way he touched my beaten skin, or how he stayed by my side that night without a word, I’m not sure. But I don’t find myself wishing it’d never happened, so I can’t say it exactly turned things for the worst.

It was difficult beforehand, and no less annoying to have such a resource at the tip of my fingers that was yet simultaneously so unreachable. I knew that I should’ve known better than to let someone like him into my life, especially in a world where placing trust in someone could mean certain death. But against my better judgement, I decided to stick with him. I made a gamble and chose to have faith in the man whose presence practically reeked of trouble -- in every part of him from the heavy steps of his doc martens up to that cocky smile of his that seemed permanent.

And, likely to the surprise of us both, it wasn’t a waste.

In the beginning, I took his words seriously only because they were all I had. But now, I take them as they are because I’d found a genuine bond in someone I had never expected much from. And truthfully, I expected very little after his spiel the first time we’d met in this winter world, so I admired his willingness to climb out of the hole he’d dug himself into.

I just never thought my admiration would spiral.

Shaw is by no means perfect. He mocks and he teases without a hint of trepidation, he’s never clear, and barely lends his help without being cryptic about it first. But, he also always somehow manages to pop up when I need him, too. He listens better than most, and knows how to joke around until my stomach hurts from laughing too hard.

He gives me a true sense of the term tough love, that’s for sure.

But, it’s not a feeling I can bring myself to hate. Because no matter the roadblocks our situation may place in front of us, a glance into his smiling eyes is always enough to drag me back down to earth -- and I’m grateful for that.

It’s still not an easy feat loving someone like him, though. Shaw is barely ever caught being serious, whether it be in truth or in those he sides with, and it’s admittedly frustrating. The reasons can change per the day, but my insecurity around him all trails back to the same thing:

the fear that he isn’t serious with me.

Relationships can vary greatly, especially when looking at them from a romantic versus friendly standpoint. But in my case, I was pinned with the unceremonious task to watch out for both. Shaw is a wild card in almost any group he chooses to throw himself into, and it didn’t take me long to realise that the same ideal didn’t stop at me.

I’ve spent countless nights awake wondering if his number would still be in my phone the next morning. Hours trying to comb through what I’d said to him that day, and trying to figure out if any of it would upset him enough to make him leave.

But every time, all I’m met with the next morning is the same unchanging arrogant smile, blissfully unaware of all the turmoil I had gone through in preparation to see it again.

This same cycle goes on irritatingly for weeks, and between the stress of Shaw and everything else, my inner scale feels like it’s a hair’s length away from malfunctioning. He should be the least of my problems, but the punk had somehow managed to claw himself to the top of the list anyway.

“Something happen this morning to make you upset, little girl?” Shaw garners my attention with a very true-to-self line. “Or is that just your face?”

I turn to him with a doubtful look, trying to contain my smile. “If you think that’s the case, Shaw, then something’s been coming and ruining my mornings for weeks now.”

Even after copious signs of something changing for the better, Shaw continued to inadvertently push everything aside. With only a signature smug smile, of course.

“Hey, you’re going about it all wrong!” Shaw had tsked at me once for not taking his advice, but still helped me recuperate regardless of his tone.“You’d be running around like a chicken with their head cut off at this rate without me.”

But nothing can go on forever.

“You’re not seriously thinking of going alone, are you?”

Shaw says this to me one night after visiting to warn me of the black cabin’s movement, his expression so oddly incredulous that I almost try to reach up to rub my eyes. I’m caught off guard, and it’s easy to tell when I don’t respond, but Shaw takes my surprise and still continues as naturally as can be.

“You couldn’t ever find it by yourself. Not now, probably not in a hundred years.” It’s obvious that his tone is slightly mocking, but a hopeful part of me wants to believe that he’s still worried nonetheless.

I sigh and turn away, mumbling, “How nice of you to think so.”

He sets his hands down on the kitchen island, putting his full weight down and somehow still managing to look right at home in a place he barely visits. I notice him shrug limply from where I stand next to him, and can’t help the way my heart lurches.

he’s making fun of me again, isn’t he?

I resist the urge to bite down on my lip, fearing that it’ll draw more attention than needed.

“I’m just saying.” He begins with a type of smile that has me preparing for the worst, turning his head to look me in the eye. “Besides, it’s real nice having me around to help, you can’t deny that.”

I find myself answering the question privately in my head, but outwardly, I just roll my eyes and ask, “Maybe now, but probably not for much longer. I doubt you’ll still need me once we’re back in the real world, anyway.”

He doesn’t answer. I think I even catch him hesitating for a moment, but then his lips curve up into a somehow more gentle smile.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, little girl. That observation of yours only further proves that you’re gonna need as much help as you can get.” He stands up straighter as he speaks, even going as far as to stretch casually.

I give him a look. My delusional heart can’t help but want to stop and selfishly fish out a double meaning to his words, but I go on anyway. “What, so I’m wrong? But even if I am, how am I supposed to know what’s ever running through that head of yours? You still barely tell me anything.”

“Try a bit harder, ___. Same as always. What you know is dependent on your decisions alone.”

I begin to shake my head, hesitantly asking, “...And if I don’t?”

Shaw only stares at me.

“Would it matter to you if I stayed the way I am? Weak and unable to do anything alone?”

I know I’m about to cross a barrier. I know, but I don’t stop. I turn to face him anyway, my expression horribly open after weeks of being schooled.

“Or would you leave me too if that happened?” I ask softly, my lips merging into a natural frown as I drop my head. “Like everyone else?”

I go painfully silent as I search for the right words to say, and in the midst of it, Shaw leans down slightly. I look up just as his nose stops inches from mine, the concern in his eyes just as stark as the surprise in my own.

I feel his breath on my face as he murmurs, “____… what’s this about?”

Words catch in my throat as I gage how close he is, and they stay down with every slow rise and fall of my chest. It stretches into a minute where neither of us speak, but I note his evident patience and gather the courage to restart.

“Well... I just want to know. After everything we’ve been through in this world,” I say, looking up to meet his eyes again. “Would details like that matter? Would you still be here even if I one day say that I can’t do it?”

A flurry of emotions swirl through his eyes, but none come forward in his words, so I say something that I hope will be a good push to get what I need to settle the insatiable thrumming of my heart.

“I don’t know if something like that would really matter to you, but to me, it’s everything. It’s my only connection to you.”

Shaw gulps.

“It’s-- it’s not. Don’t talk like that.”

“How is it not?” I whisper, my voice breaking. “I love you, okay? I love you, Shaw, but I don’t even know whose side you’re on half the time, so why should I have the nerve to think you’ll stay on mine?”

He doesn’t speak, but hesitantly, he reaches up as his thumb comes up to collect the tears that adorn my cheeks, the leather of his fingerless gloves leaving a soft warmth in its wake.

“That sense,” Shaw trails off, his lips slightly parted as his eyes trail down. “It’s well placed, but... unneeded this time.”

I am only given seconds to grasp what he’s said before he maneuvers his hand to support my chin and my mind goes blank. I’m still trying to catch up when he presses his lips to mine, carefully, as if he doesn’t want to startle me.

I feel the tight ball in my chest suddenly release as my frame relaxes, much to his obvious delight, as I kiss back. I had never quite found enough courage to think about what his kisses would feel like, but now I realise that anything I could’ve imagined wouldn’t even come close.

It feels like only seconds before we part again, both of us panting as we cling loosely to each other’s clothing.

“Because I’ll always be on your side, whether you like it or not.”

I let out a small laugh, the look in my eyes softening as I meet his. I see something unfamiliar swimming through his eyes, but somehow, I’m still eager to explore it.

“Then I'll take your word for it.”

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[delightfulstarlightparadise]

Imagine Stardew Valley. Reader/Sebastian (?) Part 3

-Before we start, I would like to remind you that English is not my first language, but I am doing my best to write everything correctly.

Previous part here:

Getting rid of the weeds took all morning but you got to clean up a nice amount of land. Tiling the soil was a bit harder, you weren’t used to that much physical exercise, but when you finally got to plant the seeds you were feeling very satisfied. The apple sapling took twice as much effort, but it looked so pretty. You probably wouldn't see it giving fruits soon, though. Those took a whole season to grow and you could not remember which season they bare fruits.  

You sat down on the cabin’s porch and noticed how weak you were feeling. You forgot to eat both breakfast AND lunch and it was probably about six. There was nothing to eat there. You forgot the basics during your purchase at Pierre’s.

You then decide to go to town and check out the tavern. It is a pretty long walk and when you get there you are feeling even more tired and hungry. You are all dirty too, but you just noticed that when you were already on your way. If you went back to tidy up you could maybe miss dinner.

You lean in to open the door but it opens in front of you. A clearly drunk man wearing a Joja Mart’s uniform pushes you out of his way mumbling something not nice and staggers away.  

“Hello! Welcome, may I take your... OH MY! THE NEW FARMER!” a blue haired lady yells and every single person in that place turn to you.  

Actually, what about that town and all those different colored haired people? You think to yourself while trying not to panic with that much attention.

“Y/n, come here!” you hear mayor Lewis calling. He is sitting by a table with a beautiful fat woman. “Mernie, this is y/n, the grandchild!”

“Oh my! You are very different from what I thought you would be.” the woman says, smiling at you. “I live in a ranch very close to your farm. I met your grandfather too.”

“Hello.” you reply noticing that both of them seem to be a little high from beer.

“If you need some tips on how to handle your animals, just call me!” she says.

“I don’t have any animals.” you reply, shyly.

“Hey Emily! Bring y/n a beer! And some of that fish casserole! Gus! Come meet the new farmer!” the mayor yells.

You see yourself sitting with them even though your plans were just to take some food home.

“Oh my, you are all dirty. Spent the day working on that farm, right?” Lewis says.

“Actually, I did.” you reply in a low tone of voice. “It was fun.”

The blue haired woman comes to you with the requested dishes from the mayor, a beer and what seemed to be a cake.

“The dessert is on me! Welcome to pelican town, I am Emily.” she says.

“I... I can’t accept this, I mean...” you stutter.

“Don’t be silly!” she giggles and gives you a friendly slap on your shoulder. “It is so nice to have a new face around.”

You dine and it is one of the best food you have ever eaten, and you feel like crying again, but you can’t let it happen in front of so many people. Everyone still seemed to be paying attention to you.

A beautiful braided hair ginger woman and an equally handsome man were sitting by the table near you. She waves at you and he raises his cup in greet. You wave back trying not to look awkward. You felt like a city germling around those friendly people. The man tossing you away from the door earlier were the most familiar interaction you had there.

“Let me tell you about the time your grandpa and I...” Lewis starts telling you a disjointed story about an adventure your grandfather and him had in the Cindersap Forrest, but nothing seemed to make sense. Mernie keeps paying so much attention to him, she is all red and grinning.

You were trying to pay attention but that one beer turned into another and then another one, and you could barely listen to the words in sequence. It was all confusing.

“Hey Lewis! Let y/n be with other young folks.” you hear a familiar voice coming from behind you.

It is Demetrius, greeting you with a huge smile.

“You are never old if you heart doesn’t age.” Lewis says rising his cup and taking another sip.

“Well said, my dear friend!” you listen to the ginger man cheering on the table beside you.

“Hello y/n, my son and his friends are in the back playing snooker, you should go there too!” Robin shows up, and forces you to stand up from the chair.

She practically pushes you towards the back, although you really try to escape the situation. The last thing you want is to see Sebastian again after the disaster of the day before. But...

There he is, along with the purple haired girl and a blond boy with a stylish haircut.

“Ah, hey you.” Sebastian says, he doesn’t seem very excited to see you.

“Farmer! Nice to see you!” Abigail cheers, waving at you from the couch. “You look... dirty. But fine. Did you find any bats?”

“No bats.” you reply, crossing your arms a little embarrassed. “So... I guess I should be going now.”

“Hey!! I know you!” the blond boy says snapping his finger and pointing at you.

He hits slightly his head with the cue stick, apparently trying to invoke from his memory where he knows you from.

“I don’t think so.” you quickly say, trying to think of a way of going away without seeming as awkward as you were the day before.

“You are that Paradise kid!” he says and a bright smile enlighten his face.

“You remember which specific kid?” Sebastian asks, seeming amused.

“Yeah, the one that almost died because you pushed into the mountain lake!”

You, Abigail and Sebastian choke as Sam claps hands to himself for remembering who you are. And actually, you remember almost drowning in the lake, and you remember being pushed in the water, but you thought it had been one of your cousins.

“I guess I owe you an apology.” Sebastian says in a clumsy way.

“Ow, such a delayed apology.” Abigail giggles and he blushes.

“It’s ok, at least I didn’t die. I guess.” you reply.

“Wanna play snooker?” he asks and you can clearly see that it is out of politeness, and to escape the previous subject.

“No, I am heading home, I am tired.”

“Come on y/n! I am so tired of losing to Sebastian, I could use a partner.” Sam says, extending the cue stick at you.

He is such a cheerful guy you can’t picture how those two are friends.

“What do you think Abby?! Paired game?” Sebastian asks.

“You know I don’t like playing this game.” she says.

“It is ok, I am going no...” you try to excuse yourself.

“But if the farmer stays, I will play.” she completes her thoughts and winks at you.

You blush and this sight makes Sebastian stare at you with a both confused and annoyed face. You are surprised by Sam hugging you by the shoulders and yelling a combination of your names and “go team!”. Actually, how did he KNOW your name? Did he REMEMBER? You barely remember knowing him.

“Us versus team Sabby!” he says.

“Team Abbastian, my name comes first.” Abigail says.

You see yourself forced to play that game.  

Sam sucks.

He is terrible, a complete disaster. He keeps hitting all the wrong balls and making points to the other team, and sometimes he even cheers over that, not knowing that was not his ball. It is kind of funny, but secretly, you are not a very nice loser. But should you really play seriously?

The game is over very quickly and you are beaten good.

“Sorry, I said I was bad.” he smirks at you while scratching the back of his neck.

Sebastian raises his hand to Abigail, and she high fives him.

“Let’s play serious now?” you ask and wonder if you didn’t have one too many beers.

“Excuse me, what?!” Sebastian says rising one of his eyebrows in a resentful way.

“Yeah, I was just warming up.” you reply.

“Sorry, but not even if you were the best player of snooker in the world you could win with Sam as a partner.” he mocks.

“Try me.” you say while putting some chalk on your cue stick.

“OOOOOOOOhhhhh.” Sam says with the hand on top of his lips pointing at Sebastian.

“Ok, how about a one on one?” Sebastian asks.

“Fine.” you reply.

Both Abigail and Sam sit very close to the table to watch you play against Sebastian. The game starts even, each of you scoring in every play, he seems impressed. But your wrist starts aching because of the long hours of labor in the farm, and the shadows of your time at Joja corporation and you start losing some points.

“Are you ok?” Sebastian asks when he notices you pressing your wrist because of the pain.

“I’m fine.” you answer. “Ready to kick your ass.”

You immediately repents on the sentence, but Sebastian smirks at you and gives you space for your next move. Finally, you get back into scoring.  

Game comes to an end, you lose two points short.

“Nice game.” he says and extends the hand to you.

“Yeah...” you grunt and shakes it.

“Sebby! We are going home!” Robin yells from the saloon.

“Right, mom.” he replies, rolling his eyes.

“Wanna come?” she asks gently.

“I will go later.” he says, annoyed.

“Oh right, walking Abby home.” she says and giggles as he facepalms annoyed. “Oh, and Sam too, of course. Make sure to take y/n too! Safely!”

“Good night kids.” Demetrius comes by and waves. “Don’t come home too late, Sebastian.”

Sebastian starts murmuring some curses while Abigail and Sam wave nicely at them. You kind of understand why he is so annoyed, but also don’t think he should stress so much about it.  

Actually, Demetrius and Robin were very opposed to your parents and this made you admire them a lot.

“Let’s play one more?” Sam asks, trying to hand you the cue stick.

“Actually, I should be going.” you say while massaging your aching wrist.

“Ok, I will pay my check and we go.” Sebastian says.

“What?” you ask.

“What?” he replies. “You heard Robin, if I don’t take you home, I am busted.”

Abigail seems a little uncomfortable on the couch.

“No, you stay with your friends, I can take care of myself.” you say.

“I am sure you can, we all can. But when Robin says something, you better abide by it.” Sebastian says while getting his wallet and heading to the balcony.

“No, wait!” you stop in front of him and he bumps into you, almost falling back.

“Damn, you’re strong.” he whispers rubbing his ribs.

“I will stay for a while more, than. I don’t wanna bother.”

“If you want to go, we will go.” he says, very clearly annoyed.

“No, I will stay!”

“Ok!”

Sam and Abigail glance at each other, confused by the awkward dynamic between the two of you.  

You sit next to Abigail on the couch while Sam and Sebastian play. You can’t bring yourself to playing anymore, your wrists are aching too much now.

“So, why did you come to the valley?” Abigail asks you.

“I... kind of... needed a fresh start.” you reply feeling unease about it.

“Funny, people from here go to the city for a fresh start, you came to the countryside.” she says. “Don’t expect much though. It is very boring here.”

“I hope so...” you say and sigh.

She was very wrong.

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The Outliers - A Guild Wars Love Story

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9,  Chapters 10 and 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16 , Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20,  Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23,  Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27, Chapter 28, Chapter 29, Chapter 30 Chapter 31

The reception was a riotous event with the amalgamation of five Tyrian cultures coming into play. Kaleb and Amalthia had already begun the festivities with a vengeance by consuming almost an entire cask of mead.

"Hold on. Aren't I supposed to take that garland off your thigh?" Kaleb said as he walked with a slight stagger.

Amalthia, who was also a bit more than tipsy herself, shook her head then reached for her a sword that she kept under her gown.

"Come and take it!"

"Bob accepts the challenge!" Kaleb drew forth his long-blade and soon the duel for claiming the garter was on.

Within moments, the husband and wife were locked in a sword fight as each deftly parried the attacks of the other. Kaleb tried in vain to catch his wife by the tail. But in each instance, she was too quick.

"I'm not falling for that again, love!"

Everyone in the wedding reception stood back as they watched the bride and groom clashing blades with each other. Soon, raucous cheers erupted from the many charr that were in the crowd. But it didn't take long for the humans and other races to join in as well.

"Then I guess I'll have to try another approach." Kaleb gently tossed his sword at her (handle first) in the hopes that it would distract her. It worked. By the time she realized the trick it was already too late. Kaleb tripped her over then quickly began tickling her in the ribs.

"Damn you! Stop it! I hate that!" Amalthia said as she laughed uncontrollably.

"Something I found out about dating a charr - they are very ticklish!" Kaleb said with a grin.

He picked her up, reached under her dress then put her back down on the floor and clasped her garter with his teeth. He, then, pulled it off her leg as she lay on the floor laughing. All of the men in the audience let out thundering cheers as he stood up with the trophy dangling in his mouth.

"Not fair! I'm drunk," Amalthia humorously said in protest.

***

The celebration had begun in full swing. Kaleb and Amalthia were the first to take their turn dancing in front of the bonfire, as they were serenaded by a string quartet that played one of their favorite songs. They moved in synchronous motion, each feeling the rhythm of the music.

"I hope I don't vomit on your dress. I've probably had enough mead in me to tranquilize a dolyak," Kaleb said jokingly.

"If you did, I would make you clean it up... using our tongue!" Amalthia gave him an affectionate lick on the nose.

Cynthia, who was dancing with Brad, overheard the remark and decided to chime in. "You two are disgusting. Every time I hear either of you talk, it's something to do with bodily functions."

"Easy in, easy out, I always say," commented Brad.

"It strengthens the relationship," Kaleb said with a chuckle.

"If you say so," said Cynthia.

Amalthia noticed that someone was tugging on her gown. When she looked down, she saw Katie looking up right at her.

"I think we have a new partner, love."

Kaleb invited his little sister to join them in dancing. "Show us your moves, sis!"

Within moments all three of them were dancing together in a tight circle.

Off in the distance, Amalthia's father propped himself up on his wooden cane. As he looked around the crowds trying to find a place to sit down, he heard a strangely familiar voice coming from behind. He turned around to look and to his astonishment, he immediately recognized who it was.

"It can't be... Karla?"

Amongst the throng of people, stood a petite middle-age woman with blondish gray hair tied up in a braid, who looked at him with somber eyes. "Hello Ludrick. It's been a long time."

Ignoring the pain in his foot and knee, the old charr threw down his cane then hobbled over to a human he had loved so long ago. She reached out to him and held his massive pawed hands as he gently placed them around her shoulders.

"I can't believe you're here. How have you been, Karla?"

She averted her gaze, unable to look into his eyes. "I've been well. How about you?"

"Good, but lonely now that my only cub has moved out." He gently began stroking her long hair hoping she would look him in the eyes.

"I am so glad for you, Ludrick. That's why I came. To see your child enjoy a chance we never had," Karla said as tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Karla. I didn't expect you to show up at my cub's wedding. I had given up hope of ever seeing you again and now that you are here, perhaps we could make this a reality... for us," Ludrick said while trying to hold her close.

Karla backed away. "I'm sorry, Ludrick. I wish things were different, but for us they are not. I've moved on. Look over there."

She pointed to a woman with two small children. "That is my daughter Eliana and her to children Robbie and Sabby. I married about a year after our encounter. I'm sorry, Ludrick. What we had was a beautiful moment, but that is all it was - a moment."

Tears fell from Karla's eyes as she clasped hold of the broken half of the medal that the old charr had given her so long ago.

Ludrick's heart sank. "I understand. But grant me one thing, Karla..."

"And what is that?"

The old charr bowed regally then offered her his pawed hand.

"Dance with me."

As Amalthia was dancing with her husband and Katie, her bandmate Navina came up to her and grabbed her by the horns.

"Lookie there, sis. See your sire? If that isn't a love-sick puppy, I don't know what is."

When Amalthia saw her father dancing with the human woman, she suddenly realized what was going on. She turned to Navina and said. "I... I can't believe it. You're right, Navi. Gah! Why didn't he tell me?"

Kaleb was completely confused. "Tell you what?"

Amalthia held his hand as she pointed him towards the direction of her father.

"Don't you see? It's as plain as day just like Navi pointed out. I should have noted the obvious."

"I'm still lost. So your dad's dancing with a human woman... what's the big deal?"

"Ugh! Males, sometimes. So obtuse! My sire was in love with that woman. He never told me straight up, but he did make plenty of comments alluding to that fact. I was just too dense at the time to notice it," Amaltia said while trying to remain calm.

"Then we should leave them alone, dear. Your father probably had good reason for not telling you. And I think I can understand his reasoning too," Kaleb said as he pulled Amalthia closer to him.

"He should have told Ama," Navina commented.

Kaleb shook his head. "No. Her father wanted to protect her more than anything. Besides, if news like that had got out at an earlier time then there's no telling what would have happened to his reputation amongst his people."

"Navi! You're jealous. Admit it!" Amathia said as she poked her bandmate in the ribs.

Navina sighed. "Yeah. I guess you can call it that. Okay, I'll admit - I am very fond of your sire."

"So you and my daddy-in-law got busy in the sheets, eh?" Kaleb said with a smirk.

"Love! Isn't that a bit crass even for a human like you?" Amalthia said chidingly.

"Nah. He's right, sis. I had a fling and now I have a thing for your old sire."

"What did I tell ya?" Kaleb laughed.

Amalthia shook her head. "Don't you break his heart, sis. That old furball has been through too much in his life."

"What about Kren? How does he feel about all of this?" Kaleb asked.

"He's taken Mia's loss very hard. Ever since she died, he's never been the same around me. Even when we mate, it's like he's a million miles away," Navina said with a sigh.

"Speak of the devil... look who's been talking to my dad," Kaleb said as he pointed towards a table at the far end of the dance platform.

Sitting together like two sullen fellows, Daniel and Krenesh took turns downing lagers in successive turns. Krenesh took a long swig from his mug then wiped the foam from his mouth. "I can't wait to get back to the front. Seeing my people dancing around, acting like fools not only depresses me, it makes me really pissed."

"Then you need to take a good look at yourself for once, and think about why they are having all the fun and you aren't." Brad walked over then handed his charr friend a fresh mug of custom brew.

"Bah! You're a human, you wouldn't understand. This sort of stuff makes us too soft. And soft is what gets one killed on the battlefield."

Brad shook his head. "I beg to differ, friend. It's what makes us sane. Anyway, I don't think ‘your people’ is what you are really concerned about."

"Oh?"

"You've been eyeing your girlfriend over there ever since she started hanging with Ama's dad. Have you come to love her as much as you did Mia?"

Krenesh snarled and growled then threw down his mug before stomping off. "That's none of your damn business, human!"

Daniel reached out to restrain Brad. "Let him be. He needs time to come to terms with his loss."

Brad shook his head. "He's not even trying, Dan. If he doesn't acknowledge the loss of his mate now, it will only cause more pain for him in the long run."

Cynthia noticed Brad chasing down the distraught charr, then decided to follow.

"What's the deal with the Blade leader?"

Brad turned to his fiancée. "He's still flipping out over the death of his mate. I just want to help him if possible."

Cynthia pulled him in and kissed him on the lips. "The best thing you can do is to give him his space. If you push too hard, it may drive him even further into depression. Have patience, hun."

Brad sighed then shook his head.

"I just hope he'll be okay."

"He will, so long as he has a friend like you," Cynthia said as she hugged him.

***

"Mind if I join you, dad?" Kaleb asked as he took a seat next to his father.

Daniel nodded then offered a toast. Moments later, Ludrick hobbled in as Kaleb pulled out a seat for the old charr.

"Thank you. My knee has been killin' me."

"Cheers, Ludrick," Daniel said while lifting up his mug.

"Cheers."

Kaleb looked at both of his fathers and grinned. He decided not to ask Amalthia's father about his interaction with that human woman as doing so might open up old emotional wounds.

"Quite a bash, huh?"

"You're four sheets into the wind, son."

Ludrick laughed. "I think it's more like, five sheets."

"Hey! I can hold my liquor quite well, in fact. My wife can attest to that," Kaleb said as he tried gulping down another ale. His attempt was only moderately successful as part of his drink wound up spilling onto his outfit.

"Ariyana's going to have your hide for staining that drab. That suit alone cost me two weeks worth of income," Ludrick jokingly growled.

Daniel chuckled and shook his head. "Any damages incurred are on me. Listen son, you might want to ease back on the brew. I know the two of you love the stuff, but your lives are going to be very different from here on out."

Kaleb looked at his dad and grimaced. "Oh no. Here comes the sermon. Yes, dad. I will be a fine, upstanding gentleman who is rarely, if ever, completely sober."

"Spoken like a true norn," Ludrick said as he raised his mug to a toast.

Kaleb looked around. "Speaking of norns, has anybody seen Ulfgar?"

"I haven't," Ludrick replied.

Daniel scratched his head then gazed around the partying crowds. "I heard he was gearing up for some big surprise. I wonder what it might be?"

***

Amalthia took Rachel by the hand and led her to just below the summit of Thunder Ride Falls.

"Where are you taking me?" Rachel asked.

"Trust me. It's a special surprise, compliments of Kaleb, Ulfgar and me," Amalthia said as her ears began to twitch.

"Oh. I get it. You're going to take me to the top of those falls and throw me off and make it look like an accident," Rachel commented cynically.

"Come to think of it... that's a very original idea. I hope you can swim!" Amalthia said with devilish laugh.

"Ha! I knew it!"

Within moments, a massive raven flew towards the edge of the falls then transformed into the old norn. Raising his hands aloft, Ulfgar shouted in a thunderous voice. "Rachel Grimwald - word has reached my ears of a certain song of legend you have been seeking. I have searched far and wide for such a balled, from the furnaces of the Black Citadel to the Frozen Wastes of the Shiverpeaks. But it was in Rata Sum that I finally found this tune you so diligently have sought."

As Ulfgar finished his speech, the sound of mechanized footsteps could be both heard and felt beneath the soft ground. Moments later, cresting over the peak, stood four giant golems followed by several strange flying machines carrying various visual and audio devices.

Rachel's eyes flew wide open as she saw the four asurans who rode atop the mechanical devices. "Oh my gods!! It can't be!?"

Soon, the entire valley was filled with the synthesized rhythm of the asuran band, SynR J-TX. Several flying machines hoisted up the band members and their golems from the peak then deposited them on a large platform that was placed at the far end of the embankment.

The electrifying beat of their music soon got the entire reception party hopping with jubilation. Rachel had passed out on more than one occasion due to the sheer excitement. Amalthia and Kaleb, meanwhile, began grooving to the band's latest just-released hit - N.R. GyZ.

Eventually, the festivities came to a close, as Kaleb and Amalthia were both passed out from exhaustion and too much drink. Everyone else, filtered out of the crowd until only immediate family members and close friends remained.

Lifting each one in his mighty arms, Ulfgar hoisted the passed out bride and groom over each of his massive shoulders.

"I'll get these two love pups back to their den. They've had a very busy day."

"Thank you for all that you've done, Ulf. My son will not forget this day."

Brad chimed in. "Given his current state, I think remembering may be more the issue."

"I was much the same way on my wedding day," Daniel replied as he watched Ulfgar place the passed out couple on the wagon.

Shirley stepped up and chuckled. "It's true. In fact, Dan here left more than one stain on my wedding gown."

Cynthia, who overheard the conversation, let out a long laugh. "Mamma Grimwald! My image of you as being the font of piety is now forever shattered!"

"She was a wild one back in the day," Daniel said as he held his wife of twenty-four years, close.

"People are far more complex than they appear," Ludrick commented as Navina helped to steady him.

"The two of you have been mighty close this entire reception," Cynthia noted.

Navina spoke up. "Okay. I confess. I'm in love with this brute. He needs someone to look after him, so I guess that 'someone' is me."

"What about Kren? How's he going to take it?" Brad queried.

"He has to sort out what happened to Mia first. For myself, I'm eligible to take leave in caring for this fellow's needs," Navina said as she gave an affectionate lick on Ludrick's cheek.

"You are aware just how awkward it will be if the two of you decide to get hitched. I mean you'll be going from Amalthia's 'sister' to her 'mother-in-law'? That's a bit creepy if ya ask me," Cynthia said as she laughed.

"Bah! Marriage is a human ritual. So no worries there. And who knows? If Kren decides to get his head on straight, it may wind up being the three of us sharing the same bed," Navina said with a toothy smile.

"The kinky factor just went through the roof. You think there's any chance of going doubles with Kal and Ama?" Brad said with a sarcastic wink to his fiancée.

Cynthia grabbed him by the ear. She, then, pointed to his lower regions.

"Try it and I'll borrow Navi's claws and use them to take out more than just your eyes."

(All chapters have been posted to AO3. Chapter 31 is posted here.)

[curls-cat]

cut me to the quick; sew me up again

Puck tries to be nice. Sabrina has the worst luck, though, so of course it backfires. And of course she gets hurt.

Read it on AO3 | Sisters Grimm | Puckabrina | Inspired by a conversation with @advisortotheadvisor

***

Everyone knows Granny is a terrible driver, and most of the time it’s not a big deal. Mr. Canis can drive, and so can Uncle Jake, Henry, and Veronica.

Unfortunately, they’re not always available. This week is one of those times. Uncle Jake is off doing… something. Something too dangerous for Puck to come (Puck pouted for about six hours when Jake told him that). Mr. Canis has a broken arm because he keeps forgetting that he’s pretty much a regular old man now and he can’t do things like catch stupid four-year-olds when they try to do dumb things like jump off the roof (Basil cried apologies the whole way to the emergency room). Henry and Veronica are in the city for their jobs.

Sabrina thought she’d wanted to go back to NYC. Once she got there, though, it was too hard to forget all the bad things that had happened to her there. And then, when Moth did that whole kidnapping-and-trying-to-kill-her thing again, they’d decided to up and move back in with Granny, to Daphne’s delight. But the jobs were still in the city, so during the week Henry and Veronica were often away for days at a time. Sabrina had a cell phone now, and she made them video chat her every day. Just in case. (The first time Veronica forgot Sabrina had nearly had a panic attack. She’s better now. Mostly.)

Anyway, the long and the short of it is that Granny had to drive Mr. Canis to the ER. Everyone else came, too, for various reasons. Sabrina came because Basil refused to be left at home (“What if Mr. Canis dies, Sabby? What if he dies and it’s my fault?”) and, even though she knew it was stupid, she had the vague idea that if she was in the car, she could Granny from driving everyone off the road.

They’re on their way back, now. Mr. Canis, a little out of it on the painkillers they’d put in his IV, crossed himself before he got into the car, which Sabrina completely understands.

The car always runs louder than usual when Granny is driving it, but Sabrina can still hear squeals of glee over the noise as she’s pulled by centrifugal force against the door, so hard her head cracks against the window. One of the people screaming like this is a theme park ride is Puck, of course. The other one, surprisingly, is Red.

Sabrina works her arm up between her head and the window and braces herself. With her other hand, she grabs Basil’s booster seat, white-knuckle tense.

***

They come to a squealing halt at home, without hitting anything other than the curb. Against all odds. The stop throws Sabrina so hard against her seat belt that it cuts off her airways for a second and she’s sure she’s going to bruise. She hears a clunk as Mr. Canis’ cast hits the front of the car.

She gingerly unties the rope that is Basil’s seatbelt and helps him out of the car, ducking under the window. The roof, a replacement for the one Puck ripped off in a hissy fit back before… everything, really-- well, it’s actually a truckbed cap, the kind of thing people put on the backs of their fords so they can pretend they’re not actually trucks, and are instead… what? SUV limos? Sabrina doesn’t know. Either way, it’s messily warped and welded/screwed into the body of the car, and it means the windows don’t open when the doors do on the passenger’s side. She and Basil have to sort of shimmy their way out through the footwell.

She waits until Granny’s out of earshot to say, “She needs to be stopped.”

“What, you didn’t have fun?” Puck asks. “Red did, and she’s a mouse.”

The mouse in question blushes a little and says, “I was scared, but I liked it anyway.”

Sabrina decides to ignore this and just says, “She’s going to get someone killed. With my luck, probably me.

Puck looks thoughtfully at her for a second, which is always a bad sign. Even worse, he doesn’t argue with her. He just says, “Yeah. You do have a track record.”

***

Puck fills Granny’s car with broken glass.

Sabrina doesn’t know how he did it. She doesn’t want to know. She just stands and looks at the car, which is literally full of shards of glass. Without turning to look at Puck, she asks, “Why.”

Puck sounds a little hurt. “I thought you’d be happy. It’ll keep her from driving.”

Now she does turn to look at him, because this is one of those times he’s trying to be nice and, despite how very bad he is at it, Daphne keeps reminding her that it’s good to encourage him if she wants it to stick.

He’s smiling at her, a little smile that’s kind of heart-wrenching in its crooked hopefulness. It’s probably a load of bull, but the smile tugs at her heartstrings, so instead she just rolls her eyes at him. She’s smiling, too, a little.

“Idiot. How are the rest of us going to get anywhere?”

Puck makes a thoughtful face. It’s nearly a foot above Sabrina’s head because he’s had another growth spurt and she has yet to have any growth spurt, and she wishes she could reach up and shove it off his face because it’s not a look she’s seen very often and she doesn’t know how to respond to it. It’s doing things to her. Her stomach flip-flops back and forth.

“Huh,” he says. “I didn’t think of that.”

Daphne, who has apparently been standing on the porch listening, sing-songs “I guess you’ll have to fly us places.”

***

Puck does have to fly them places. He’s not happy about it, but he does it. He even picks up groceries, and takeout once. Sabrina comes with him for the takeout, because she doesn’t trust him not to mess up her order on purpose. He does mess up the groceries, but she’s not sure if that’s on purpose or not. Granny sends him back to buy more.

In the meantime, they work on cleaning out the glass. By the time Henry and Veronica get home for the weekend, it’s pretty much gone. Sabrina’s vacuumed the backseat four times, and Granny took the cover off Basil’s booster seat to wash it, just in case (“You couldn’t have taken the stuff out of the car first?” Sabrina asked, and Puck just said, “But then I’d have needed to get more glass.”)

Veronica drives them to the movies Friday night, and everyone else is fine, but when Sabrina buckles her seat belt, she winces, pulls the seat belt away from her chest. There’s a bloody piece of glass stuck through the only actual seat belt in the whole car, and it’s just stabbed into her collarbone.

Figures.

She makes a face, carefully worms the glass shard out of the seat belt, dumps it in the trash, and roots around in her mom’s purse for a band-aid.

*

On the way back, she gets stabbed with a different piece of glass, this one in the back of her seat.

This continues. It doesn’t matter where in the car she sits, pieces of glass keep finding her. She develops a rash of scrapes, mostly on her legs and back, though there’s a particularly annoying one that stabbed straight through her shoe and into the sole of her foot, and another in the pad of her right thumb.

She’d think Puck was doing it, except that Daphne had wanted someone to practice truth spells on anyway, so Sabrina figured why don’t they both get something out of it, and he swore up and down that, hilarious as he found it, he was not responsible for this.

Sabrina just had bad luck. Ordinary, terrible, impossible bad luck.

She took to walking most places.

***

Unfortunately, one cannot walk everywhere, and right after Mr. Canis got his cast off, Puck gets himself and Sabrina detention (she’s not going to admit this to anyone, but it was worth it. She maybe even had fun). 

Mr. Canis pulls up to the front of the school three seconds after they reached the edge of the sidewalk, which is pretty impressive timing, even for him. Puck climbs into the car without a second thought, and because she’s in a good mood despite (“not because of, stop smirking, Puck”) detention, she throws her bag into the front seat and opens the back door for herself. 

She inspects the car carefully: no glass on the headrest, no glass in the rope that passes for the seat belt, no glass in the footwell. Nothing sticking out of the crack between the seat and its back. No telltale sparkle on the seat itself.

She sits down.

Ow.

Sabrina twists her leg carefully. Sticking out of the back of her knee is a piece of glass nearly the size of her palm. She looks at it for half a second as blood begins to seep out, soaking into her jeans. Then she nods once, braces herself, and grabs the glass by the flat sides.

Pulling it out hurts worse than it did going in, and it takes longer than it should. The glass cut deep.

Very deep.

Once she has the glass out, she feels gingerly at the hole in her pants. She’s been bringing a package of band-aids around with her since this had started, and she wants to see which size to--

Oh.

Okay.

Okay, it’s okay.

“Mr. Canis?” she says, trying to keep her voice steady as she very carefully does not think about what she felt underneath the blood. “I think I maybe need to go to the hospital.”

Mr. Canis meets her eyes in the rear view mirror, apparently sees the truth in them, nods, and pulls a U-turn as aggressive as any of Granny’s maneuvers.

 Puck teases, “Aww, did widdle Sabrina get another piece of glass in her--” Puck cuts himself off with a hiss. “That’s--um. Grimm, that’s a lot of blood.”

“Yes, Puck, I know,” Sabrina says tightly. Her left pant leg, from about mid-calf down, is rapidly changing from blue to the ugly purple-brown she got in kindergarten when she tried to make her own purple play-dough.

It hurts a lot, and it’s making it hard for Sabrina to remember the first aid classes Snow gave her. Pressure on the wound, right. Okay. Um. She presses her hand against the back of her knee, but it hurts, and it mostly just presses her hand into the--don’t think about it--gash in her leg.

Puck’s voice has gone kind of funny a he asks, “How much blood do humans have in their body?”

“Four or five liters,” Sabrina says without really noticing that she’s saying it. “Probably less for me, though, ‘cause--” 

This is the point where Puck usually cracks a short joke, but he doesn’t, today.

The rug under Sabrina’s foot is getting wet. She scooches out so most of her leg is off the seat, less because of the bloodstain she’s inevitably going to leave on the upholstery than because she wants to see if putting pressure above her knee will work, since the wound itself is a no-go.

“How--” a loud swallow-- “How much is this, d’you think?”

Seriously?

Sabrina, her hands wrapped firmly around the base of her thigh and squeezing as hard as she can, looks at her leg and then at the floor around it, both of which are looking very damp and bloody. “Um. Half a cup, maybe?”

“How much is that in liters?” Puck’s voice sounds weird.

“I don’t know!” she snaps. “I’m a little busy right now.”

She turns to glare at him for being like this right now, and then she sees his face.

Oh.

He’s not being a pain in the butt.

Puck has gone very pale and is shaking the tiniest bit. He’s backed against the far door of the car, his hands up and half curled, looking like he’s not sure whether to reach towards her or pull back.

Sabrina’s hands have gone a little slippery and definitely a lot shaky. And Puck… looks about as bad as she feels. But his hands are bigger than hers, and she knows they’re stronger, and she’d like to keep as much blood in her body as possible, so she lets go of her leg, drags Puck across the seat by the wrist, and places his hand on the underside of her leg, right above the knee.

“Squeeze,” she tells him.

He blinks at her, still white and shaky.

She puts his other hand on her leg, too, and says, “You put pressure on open wounds. To close the blood vessels some, keep the blood inside.”

He blinks again.

Sabrina pushes at his hands.

Puck gets the memo, and his hands stay put, pressing firmly into her leg.

Sabrina notes, absently, that his hands go all the way around her leg, that his thumbs overlap. Does he have big hands or is she just really skinny?

She might be going into shock, a little.

Yeah, she’s in a lot of pain. Probably shock. Okay.

She doesn’t have anything to do anymore, now that Puck is putting pressure on the wound. If she had a knife with her, she could maybe make a tourniquet or something, but she doesn’t. Her mom has this weird “no weapons, magical or otherwise, at school” policy that is maybe a good idea for a daughter who is bad at secrets and another one who is liable to stab first and ask questions later. It’s a bit of a pain right now, though.

Although she’s shaking pretty bad. She’d probably stab herself again if she tried to cut off part of her shirt, and wouldn’t that be just perfect?

Still. She needs to be doing something. She’s always been terrible at sitting still, and her leg hurts.

Something occurs to her, and abruptly, she starts giggling.

Puck turns his head, face still pale, to look at her.

“Wouldn’t,” she says, “Wouldn’t it be hilarious, if I died from this? Hundreds of people and monsters tried to kill me, and I bleed out from a piece of glass in my leg?”

Puck, if possible, goes even paler, and his hands clench a little harder at her thigh. “Don’t say that,” he says. “It’s not funny.”

It is a little funny, though. She’s tried so hard to stay safe, to run from magic as if that’ll keep her healthy and happy, and the worst injury she’s ever had comes from a piece of glass in he grandmother’s car.

And what even is the point, then, if she can’t stay safe? What’s the point of blaming magic for all the things that’ve gone wrong in her life if so much of it comes from plain ol’ bad luck?

“Maybe I should just give up,” she says thoughtfully.

Puck gives her the panicked look again. “Give up? Grimm, you’re too tough for that. Don’t you dare.”

Huh. She’d’ve thought he’d be happy if she stopped acting like the magical world was responsible for all her problems. If she settled into her destiny like Daphne. If she stopped acting like a huge part of what makes Puck Puck was bad.

***

It occurs to her much later that Puck thought she was talking about dying.

Things went a little hazy in the car ride after that bit. She remembers being carried into the ER. She remembers pain, and loud noises, and Puck’s hands still gripping tight around her leg until Mr. Canis had to practically rip him off.

Now she’s in a bed in a little room off the ER. A nurse came in a while ago (probably about twenty minutes, but it feels like a lot longer) and told her that they want her to run through the IV bag they’ve given her before they think about sending her home.

She looks at Puck, who is definitely trying to get into trouble with the medical equipment stashed in cabinets on the other side of the room, and says, “When I said I should give up, back in the car. Did you think I meant, like, on living?”

Puck doesn’t turn around to look at her. She can see a box of gloves in his hands. That’s probably not a big deal. How much trouble can he possibly get into with rubber gloves? (Besides. She’s tired, and injured. It shouldn’t be her problem to keep him out of trouble, especially not when she’s lying in a hospital bed.)

“I… um… what were you talking about?” he asks.

Sabrina snorts. “You totally did. Idiot,” she says fondly.

Puck throws the box of gloves at her. It hits her in the stomach, not hard.

“Watch it,” she says. “I’m wounded.”

She’s a little out of it on the painkillers they gave her, and the aggravation game they usually play seems a lot more fun than usual, even if Puck won’t look at her.

He seems like he’s taking a long time to answer her, and there’s no quip about how she’s a wuss, or it’s just a flesh wound, or anything like that.

“Puck?” she asks, finally. “You okay?”

“I’ve never seen that much blood before,” he says. “I thought--”

Okay. It was a bad injury, yeah. She needed six stitches. She’s gonna need to use crutches for a while because she sliced into a ligament or a tendon or something. But the doctors and nurses hadn’t seemed too worried. Just businesslike.

Puck was worried about her.

“Humans are resilient,” she says. They’d talked about it in biology, a few months ago. Puck probably hadn’t been paying attention. “It’d take more than that to kill somebody.”

“Well how was I supposed to know that?” Puck snaps, still not looking at her. “There was all that blood, and you’re so tiny, and you were talking about dying and giving up and all I could think about was what I’d do if you died because I--”

Oh.

Oh.

She almost forgot the glass was Puck’s idea, was the result of Puck trying, in that bass-ackwards way of his, to be nice. And he’d thought, he’d actually been scared she was going to-- and that it’d be his fault, because he tried to do something for her.

She needs to do something about this right now or he’s never going to try to be nice again.

It would be easier if he’d look at her, though.

She throws the box of gloves back at him, wishing Mr. Canis hadn’t gone home to get Granny, so he could say something terse and wise to make Puck stop feeling guilty. The box, contrarily, doesn’t make it all the way to Puck and instead lands on the floor and bounces into his shoe. Stupid painkillers. Stupid blood loss.

All she can come up with to say is, “Don’t you dare try to take credit for this. It was my weird bad luck and I will not let you claim it as a Trickster King accomplishment.

Puck leans down to pick up the box of gloves, and when he stands up straight again, he finally looks at her.

The walls are nearly the same color as his hair, a plain yellowy color, but his hair is shiny and curling and makes the walls look even more bland than they had before. Sabrina can’t read the expression on his face.

There are things they don’t talk about, the two of them. Puck is growing up, and still a good foot taller than she is. Sabrina woke him up from a sleeping spell three years ago and the way she feels about him hasn’t changed. Their fights with each other have a rhythm to them like a dance, or a sparring match. Last week when she bested him at a sword fight (rare, but getting more common), she couldn’t resist lifting his chin with the flat point of her blade so he had to look her in the eyes as he said “I yield,” and it had felt electric. 

But they don’t name this thing between them, that keeps him here as often, if not more, as he’s off with Uncle Jake.They don’t do anything.

Sabrina thinks maybe if they had, she’d know what to call the expression on Puck’s face.

“Seriously,” she says, when she can’t stand the silence anymore, the way he’s looking at her, “It’s not your fault.”

Puck gives her the tiniest crooked smile, there and gone again in a flash. But the tension is gone, and instead of looking unfathomable and full of a deep longing desperation, he just looks tired.

She grins at him. “You were worried about me.”

Puck leans back against the formica counter behind him and says, “Never.”

With uncanny timing, Daphne bursts through the door to jump on top of Sabrina, babbling about being worried and Sabrina having the worst luck. Mr. Canis and Granny follow her in, and then Pinocchio and Red, and one of them says something about Sabrina’s parents heading up on the next train, and the hospital room is suddenly very loud and crowded. Sabrina meets Puck’s eyes over the top off her sister’s head, and he smiles at her again, still a small and tired smile, but a real one. She smiles back. They’re going to be okay.

[baekkieberry]

𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕪 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐚𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧 2

Genre: demon!AU, Fluff, finally smut!, Supernatural

Characters: Baekhyun, EXO (mostly beagle line + Kyungsoo)

Summary: Baekhyun had been a demon and living in hell his whole life, hanging with his friends and having way to much fun, until one day he gets kicked out for going too far. He's forced to live in earth until he redeems himself, until he met you, and maybe he doesn’t want to go back anymore. 

Warnings: none 

Word Count: 1904

A/N: Omg last chapter got so many notes I’m so happy! Thank you and let me know what you like! <33 ( @youxidol this is still inspired by you!) @alexthiccy hope you like it!

masterlist   intro   chap1   chap2 

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Being Baekhyun's girlfriend was basically heaven. He loved being a softie and funny boy around you. And you knew that, plus he was one of the most unique people in the world. When he took you home he gave you flowers that he said he had on the back of his car, but they seemed to be well alive after spending 2 hours in his car. When you got home you quickly put them on water but, they didn’t need it apparently. 

What Baekhyun did need was patience, his friends we’re non stop annoying him. At the beginning it was funny “So when are you telling Sabrina that you’re cheating on her?” Kyungsoo asked one night while all of his other friends we’re watching a movie “So now that you have a girlfriend can I go scare her?” Kai asked another day at breakfast (yes they has started visiting him at every hour) “So are you becoming a full time baker for her?” Junmyeon said another day. But they were actually very supportive. The first night after your date, he came home and basically talked about you for five hours with Chanyeol (and yes he was very exhausted but his best friend was in love so what can he do), Sehun and Jongdae heard about the date in the morning and yes another five hours until Jongdae basically screamed that he stopped. “Baek everything seems great but when are you telling her?” Chanyeol asked “Tell her that I’m a demon? How about never?” Baekhyun said, he was actually very scared of telling you. He knew you liked him but he was too scared of you leaving him because of it. And he was enjoying his time with you right now, so why ruin it? You both started hanging outside of the park, in different cafes and having a lot of fun dates, Baekhyun was the kind of boyfriend that would like to have fun everyday. And it was very exciting “Where are we going today mister adventure?” you asked every time he picked you up “It’s a little secret m’lady” and then he took to to laser tag or whatever he felt like doing that day. But Baekhyun wanted to finally invite you to his house but he didn’t want Sabrina to see you because an incident had happened the other day. Baekhyun was doing Sabrina’s laundry with his powers when suddenly a letter was in between the dirty clothes. He took it to his place where (again his friends literally already lived there) he showed it to Chanyeol “Dude what if it’s a check?” he said “What the fuck does that mean?” Baekhyun whispered at him “Maybe she does want to be your sugar mommy Baek” they opened the letter and it read 

‘To my Sweetcheeks: You are so nice to me and so sweet so please never leave me because I don’t know what to do without you baby boy. Your beautiful face is filling my days with happiness and my nights with lust.

Love, Sabrina’

Chanyeol and Baekhyun were so weird out that they decided to keep that to themselves, “Look one thing is us teasing with her, but this is straight up a love letter so I’ll shut this up for now” Chanyeol said destroying the letter in the process (but let’s be real he did keep a photo of it when Baekhyun wasn’t looking) So he decided to take you to his house, but at night when Sabrina would be far asleep so that she couldn’t hear them. “So are you two guys doing it?” Minseok asked at dinner and Junmyeon almost choked “You do not ask that ew I don’t want to know Baekhyun’s sex life” Jun said “Same” Kyungsoo whispered “They totally are not” Sehun said “I stay here every night so I know that stuff” he continued “Plus he looks to normal right now, when he fucks he’s gonna shine like that Cullen boy in Twilight” Chanyeol said with food in his mouth “I’ve been catching up on all the human movies” he continued “Okay but for real guys I want to invite her over so please tomorrow don’t be here” Baekhyun said. 

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That day Baekhyun didn’t took your pajamas off, it was something totally different you didn’t expect. “So today you finally are going to my apartment” “So you are taking my pajamas off aren’t you?” you said inquiring “No but I mean if you want to I don’t have a single problem” he said smiling at you “No love, you remember when you told me about a girls night?” he continued and you nodded “Well I wanted to treat you today, so I booked for us two a spa treatment with all and that facil stuff you talked about” you were looking at him with your mouth open “You. Are. Kidding.” you literally couldn’t believe it “Nope baby girl, they are coming to my house and after that I was kinda wondering if you wanted to see a movie with me?” your head was spinning because of the excitement “YES YES AND A THOUSAND TIMES YES LETS WATCH HARRY POTTER PLEASE” he laughed “Let’s roll baby” 

Once outside of his apartment he looked at you and said “Okay so we need to be very quiet” he said “Why?” “Well there’s something you don’t know baby” he told you looking down “What happened?” and he told you about the letter “Do I have competition?” you asked smirking “Shut up” and he laughed “Please let’s just be silent in the hall” you agreed and you finally went inside this building. 

It was a very fancy and grown up building, and Baekhyun apartment was at the top so you took an elevator “This is very fancy why does Sabrina live here? Isn’t she like old?” you asked “Yeah but rich” he shrugged. Once in the hall you two started tiptoeing and when you were almost at the door “Sweetcheeks is that you?” you both stopped and if Baekhyun wasn’t hiding that he was a demon, he would have do what he always did, teleport into his apartment “Hi Sabrina I thought you’d be asleep” he said and you were about to burst in laughter. Sabrina was really really old and he was into your boyfriend “Not without you sweetcheeks” she said and then she noticed you in the back “Oh hi darling who are you?” “My sister” Baekhyun said quickly “You never talked about her” Sabrina said looking confused “He’s embarrassed of me because I went to jail” you said smiling. Baekhyun looked at you smirking, you were playing a joke at her “Yeah she like killed a bunch of kittens in the park, kinda gross” he said smiling and nodding like a disappointed brother “Are you serious? Kids don’t play with me” Sabrina was now looking scared “Yeah so beware Sabby I could come for you next” you said and Baekhyun laughing at the back “Yeah we leaving night Sabrina!” he yelled while pushing you into his apartment.

“Okay so my girl be my sister and a killer” he said while you laughed “I had too, you were lying too!” you said. His apartment was a little to adult like considering that you boyfriend was a literal baby “So the spa is coming here in 15 mins, how about I give you a little tour?” he said taking your hand. His apartment was spacious but not to gigantic, it was a two floor and it had a kitchen that weirdly he said he did use but just when his friends did dinner, his living room had a stock of video games and and xbox, but he had a whole separate room for gaming, “You should be a streamer” he laughed at your comment “I scream a lot when I play that if I did that, people will lose their hearing” he said “Not only when you play” you whispered loud enough so that he could hear “What did say smart ass?” he looked at you playfully “You said you liked my ass?” and he lifted you up and took you in a soft but boxing way into his bed and started tickling you “STO ATOP SOFN” you screamed but he didn’t care “WHAT DID YOU SAID BEAUTIFUL? CAN YOU REPEAT IT?” he said on top of you, when he stopped you were so happy that you kissed him and suddenly you were only kissing. He started the kiss softly and then a little more intense and the you bit his lip. He moaned into the kissed and took you by the hips, pulling you closer to him. He started kissing your neck and you moaned a little every time he closer to you chest, and the you heard the ring bell “Baek baby they’re outside” you said, he looked to his door and then at you and said “They can wait because I need you know” and mentally he made a spell he often used when he had to do Sabrina's laundry, made time more slow outside. He continued kissing your chest and your hands started intertwining with his hair and this made him moan “Fuck you are so beautiful” he whispered into your body he took of the top of your pijama’s and you took his sweatshirt to reveal his very toned body. Your hands started traveling around his chest and he kissed your neck, you wanted to be on top of him, you kissed him and rolled him over and you sat on him just to feel his sweatpants very tight and your heat started feeling very soaked. You kissed him passionately and started kissing his chest “Fuck y/n your teasing me” he said smirking “Let me try” he said and he suddenly switched you and he took your shorts off, and started kissing your thighs “B-Baekhyun please” you said moaning with you head back “Yes princess? Tell me what you want” he said kissing and tracing lines with his fingers “I-I want you” you said about to burst “And how do we ask for it?” he said very near your core “P-Please” you said and suddenly he pushed a finger inside you “Baekhyun more” you screamed “Please” you continued, he started moving them more faster and then there were two and fingers inside you touching your soft spot and his mouth was doing magic things to you “You taste like heaven baby” he said licking you “B-Baek I’m coming” you said moaning “Let me hear you more baby girl. Beg me to make you cum” he said “Please Baek Please I need you Baekhyun” and he did as you asked and made you come. And he ended by kissing you in the neck but with soft kisses while you shaked under him “That was amazing” you said “You’re amazingly beautiful and a true goddess” he said with loving eyes “How can you be super horny and cute the next moment?” you said laughing “Well the same way you are naked and we’re having a spa moment in 5 minutes” he said, and suddenly you were very aware of your nakedness “Get dressed beautiful and I’ll go get the door my princess” he said kissing your forehead but before he left he said “And I want to see more of that body tonight so get ready naked boo” he said smirking at you. 

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Once you were dressed you went outside to find his living room turned into an area of relaxation, with two spa beds and two lady’s ready to treat your boyfriend and you “Sorry that we kept you waiting” you said looking worried “What do you mean dear? One of them said “She means when she was getting out of the room” Baekhyun quickly said and then he walked over to you and hugged you “Let’s get some treat what do you think?” he said. You were curious about how they thought you took nothing to open the door bit you shake it off and happily started your spa treatment. 

Turns out and orgasm and some facials and massages are the best option for a night, you and Baekhyun ended both falling asleep in the spa bed and after all the treats he organized the living room so that you could watch a movie, but something caught your eye “Why do you have a karaoke microphone?” you asked “My friends and I, well mostly Jongdae, Soo and Minseok, when we get really drunk we have karaoke wars” he said non chalantly “Karaoke wars?” “Yeah you know the best singer with more points wins” he said “I have never done that” he looked at you “Never? “Never” so he took the microphone and said “Let’s sing Kiss me” (you know the one by Sixpence none the richer) you started singing and he did little screams of happy, you got 507 points and then it was his turn. He outsinged you and got 1003 points, he had a lovely voice and damn did you love it. 

When you both ended you said “Baekkie can you sing for me?” “What do you want me to sing?” he said “What ever you like” you smiled, and then he said “I’ll sing an original and consider this to be a dedication for you my queen” and then he sang Diamond, by Baekhyun. 

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YES I USED DIAMOND BECAUSE IN THE SHOWCASE HE SAID IT'S FOR ERIS SO YEAH 

[taylors-mirrorball]

Thank you sooo much for tagging me @vintagejaemin

1) nickname: sabby

2) zodiac sign: Sagittarius

3) height: 5'4 (I'm not sure)

4) Hogwarts house: ofcourse Gryffindor..!

5) last thing I googled: about vagabond TV series

6) favourite artist: I like BSB, Ed Sheeran, nct, lauv, Linkin park, Westlife, Selena Gomez, Tiffany young etc and I really love TAYLOR SWIFT..!!!

7) song stuck in my head: begin again by Taylor Swift

8) favourite time of day: it depends actually

9) favourite colour: RED

10) I'd rather skip questions 10, 11,12😅😅

13) amount of sleep: 6 hours

14) favourite number: uh oh I don't have one

15) ??????

16) dream job: entrepreneur

17) instruments: a bit of guitar

18) languages: Tamil, English, basic German, few Korean words

19) favourite song: I've got so many but I have a soft spot for love story

21) aesthetic: changes according to my mood and the seasons.

20) fun fact: I'm a boring person 😛

[zebrashavestripes]

Answer all questions for ask game about your cats!!(I'm dying for knowing about ash and Sabby pleeeaase!!😍)

Oh my goodness girl, so many, but okay.

1. Name? Ash and Sabrina2. Fur colour? Ash has grey fur on his back, with white markings on his face and white on his belly. Sabrine is the same, but with black on her back, and a special marking on her face.3. Any family you know (other than you)? They are related by blood as brother and sister, which is cute I think :)4. Age? 21 months old (my babies), which is around 17 in cat years5. Favorite toy? They love playing with cardboard for some reason, it’s super weird. There are cardboard scraps all over my house. And, according to Ash, Sabrina’s tail is his FAVOURITE toy.6. Nicknames? Ash: Ashy, Ashy baby, baby boy, pretty boy, foofy boy, crazy boy. Sabrina: Sabbi, Sabrrrrrrrrrina, Miss, purrty, pretty girl, baby girl, fluffy girl,  Miss desperate and more7. Cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Ash is both of those and Sabrina is neither. Sabrina is too good for you. How dare you be in her prescence? But also, freaking pat her already, she’s desperate, people!8. Length of fluff? So long, omg. The flooofiest. Ash is the fluffiest, just covered in clouds of fur. Sabrina’s fur is long but a bit sleeker.9. Any funny habits? Does eating things they’re not supposed to count? Or the fact Ash always wants me to walk him to the food and keep him company while he eats. Sabrina’s habit of turning around and forcing your hand into her face is a nice one.10. How old were they when you met? 9 months. BABIES11. What does their food bowl look like? They have a conjoined bowl which is bright green and a water bowl with little fishies on.12. Indoor or outdoor cat? They’re allowed to go outside, but Ash prefers to be indoors where he can move and lounge around without cause, where as Sabrina loves exploring outside, she kept escaping when I first got her, lol13. Recent picture?

Sleepy babies.14. Old picture?

BABIES15. Cuddly? Reasonably so. I’m the only one they really let pick them up, but they don’t mind sitting beside you or on your bed and stuff. I actually think it depends on their mood, or how hot it is on the day.16. Ever changed their name? YES. I kept Ash’s name, he was called that when I got him from the SPCA. But Sabrina’s original name was Scamp which we didn’t like because such a name is not appropriate for royalty.18. Eye color? Yellow/green19. How do they express love for you? Ash follows me around the house, Sabrina walks up to me when she comes in from exploring. Both like to be in my room when I wake up. They’re really nice cats. Also, tolerating me picking me up is definitely a sign of love.20. How do you express love for them? HEAPS of pats, feeding them good food, and by telling them all the time through long blinks and actual words.21. Any theories on what breed? I don’t really care about breeds, honestly. What matters is what kind of personality they have, not their genetics.22. Do they ever wake you up? YES. Recent time Ash woke me up: He was meowing for me to get out of bed so I went and saw he had a mouse. Sadly, I was not surprised by this. Recent time Sabrina woke me up: Came into my room and started ripping up my homework, lol. Silly girl.23. How much do they meow? They aren’t super loud, but Ash will meow when we go to get his food because he’s happy about it and wants to communicate. I always meow back. Sabrina’s meow is more squeaky, lol, and she does it when someone touches her unexpectedly of when she comes inside and sees me, or when she’s been picked up and she doesn’t like it.24. Any hiding spots? Ash likes to lie beneath the table and my chair, etc. Sabrina will hide behind the couch occasionally. They have both hidden beneath stools because the fabric will hang down to cover them, bu their paws and tails peek out so I always know they’re there.25. Do they enjoy guests? Depends. A hoard of screaming children? Hell no. A lot of people in one room? Nope! They’ll be in my room the entire time. One person carefully introducing themselves? Okay, now you’re talking.26. Lofty objects to sit on? The back of the couch. Various window sills.27. Wear a collar?(and describe collar?) Yes! They have matching collars. Ash’s one is blue, Sabrina’s is purple. They both have a magnet on to get through the catflap.28. How much shedding? Inevitable with such long-haired cats. There is so much cat fluff all through the house.29. Do they enjoy brushing? Sabrina LOVES brushing. Will purr the entire time, will make you feel so special. Ash hates it. Will only let me do it, and I still will come back a little scratched and bitten. He’s a vicious boy. I love him.30. Ever drink from the toilet? Lol, yes. They leave paw maks on the bowl. But Sabrina prefers to drink from the sink. She’s more proper that way. Sometimes, they even drink from the bowl.31. How do they get your attention? For Ash, meowing usually does the trick. Sabrina, you can call her sometimes but it’s best just to go up to her.32. Embarrassing thing they’ve done? Ash fell out of a window. His face, omg. He was so ashamed.33. Weirdest thing they try to eat? Ash likes to eat peas. There’s no try about it, he does it. Sabrina likes to try to eat paper and cardboard.34. Are they like your siblings, children, or friends? They’re my children. My babies.35. What time do they eat breakfast? Whenever they want. They self regulate their eating.36. Do you cut their nails? No? Why would I do that? How else will they scratch their foes?37. Do you think they understand you? Yes. Of course.38. Ever make fun of them? Of course. Ash can be so stupid and violent (He’s an Ed Nygma, lol). Sabrina pretends to be all innocent and perfect but she likes to play just as much and is SO desperate for the pats.39. Do you take their picture often? When I feel like it. I like taking pictures of them.40. Ever hiss at you? Not really. Last time I heard Ash hiss, it was because a baby was crawling towards him and Ash felt trapped and didn’t want to hurt the baby, so he was trying to tell it to go away. I don’t think I remember Sabrina hissing.41. Ever try to scratch or bite you? Yes :) Attack babies. Ash has no hesitation, loves clawing and biting. Sabrina Will claw to stay attached to you or to bring your hand closer to her face for PATS.42. If you try to grab their paw, what do they do? If they’re in a good mood, they do nothing. Otherwise, Sabrina will pull away, and Ash will bite you or scratch you or both. 43. Do they ever eat bugs? SO MANY BUGS. They don’t discriminate, if you are bug they are eating you. They bring them in to play with before they have their meal. They’re a bit sadistic, although I’m sure Sabrina would protest me saying that. The favourite is Wetas, which are exclusive to NZ as far as I know.44. Canned or dry food? Dry food. It’s better for their fur.45. Weight? Ash is heavier, around 7kg or so last time I checked. Sabrina was closer to 5kg. But it’s been a really long time since I checked.46. Ever got lost? Nope.47. Do you buy them presents? I am their present. I am a gift.48. Do they respond when you call? When they want to, lol.49. Do they ever see other cats? There are other cats on the street, but they don’t like each other.50. Declawed? NO!!!!!51. Funniest expression? Ash makes a face everytime he thinks I’m about to give him food. Sabrina likes to look around with her eyes barely open, silently judging you for being in her presence (and not patting her).52. Favorite place to be pet? Face. Cheeks, chin, fore head, FACE.53. Worst thing they’ve destroyed? A whole frozen chicken. We don’t talk about it.54. Give them a head kiss. I did. Sabrina made such a cute, squeky meow that I had to pat her afterwards. Ash was like “wtf are you doing?” I think he’s only interested in food atm, lol.55. What time of the year is most exciting for them? Spring. They go outside lots and the grass is super wet and they get leaves and shit stuck in their fur.56. Are they good at hunting real prey? They have killed two birds and one mouse and soooo many insects. Does that count?57. Do they ever attack nothing? Of course. Especially Ash. He stupid.58. What are they doing right now? Sabrina’s on the chair, wondering why I left her after giving her kiss and pats. Ash is licking himself.59. How long have you had them? About a year. My last cat I had 8 years.60. If you could have them stay as a kitten forever, would you? No. What would be the point? Cats are more peaceful than kittens anyway.61. Ever baby-talk to them? Everyday. They are babies.62. Favourite napping position? Ash is a lover of the C position, or loaf position. Sabrina is a big fan of Ball of Fur position.63. Have you ever stepped on their paw? No.64. Ever tripped you on stairs? Yes, lol. That’s what they get for running like that.65. Any ear hair? They gots furry ears, it’s cute.66. Favourite view from a window? They like to watch the birds nest out one of the windows, Ash especially.67. Describe why they are precious. Because they just are so preicous. Sabrina is so tiny and baby but also attac and playful but she deny it. Ash is stupid baby, scaredy cat but he attack and pretend to be brave and I love my brave scaredy-cat baby.68. Fit the cat stereotype? Some of them, yeah.69. Chaotic neutral? Lol, Ash is chaotic Evil, but Sabrina is def chaotic neutral, even though she claims to be lawful good.70. Do they enjoy following/ keeping you company? Yes, I believe they do.71. Are you their favourite human? Definitely.72. Do they like tv? I think so. I’ve caught them both watching my laptop screen over my shoulder.73. Favourite noise to make? They love to purrr and make their lil meows.74. If they were a Neko Atsume cat, what would their momento be? I don’t know what is is, lol

Wow, so many questions. You now know so much about my cats.

[miragemeister]

Thirty Questions

I was tagged by the lovely @beanieboynoah . Thank you so much, Julia 💖

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag a few blogs you would like to get to know better.

Nickname(s): Sab, Sabby, Sabribri, Bina, and a bunch of whole other nicknames (either more variants of my name or teasing nicknames that refer to stupid, embarrassing things I’ve done)

Gender: Female

Sign: ♒️

Height: 5′6″

Time: 5:05 pm.

Fave band(s): oh geez, right off the top of my head: Mariana’s Trench, Imagine Dragons, Prinze George, 21 Pilots, One Republic, Fallout Boy, Secondhand Serenade, Linkin Park, Evanescence (the last three were more of my favorites in middle school but I still love to listen to their music as throwbacks)

Fave solo artist(s): Sia, Marina and the Diamonds, Maria Mena, Hailee Steinfeld, Kelly Clarkson, Imogen Heap, Troye Sivan (and a lot more that I can’t think of at the moment) 

Song stuck in my head:  Dusk till Dawn (Zayn ft. Sia) 

Last movie I saw: F*&% the Prom 🤢 (I swear, the things I do for my sister. No offense for those who liked it, but I personally hated the plot, the characters, and how unrealistic it was)

Last show I watched: Riverdale 😬 (Also something I’ve been watching only with my sister, but tbh Riverdale S2 is a bit of a hot mess)

When did I create my blog: late December but I didn’t really upload until early to mid January.

What do I post: Choices shitposts, reblogs galore, some theories, the occasional fanfics, literally two incorrect choices quotes, and gifs.

Last thing I googled: Nearest bubble tea places near me 😅 (I am literally OBSESSED with bubble tea)

Do I have any other blogs: Nope!

Do I get asks: Occasionally, but not as many as I would like! Feel free to ask me more (Choices, personal, or whatever. I swear I’m not mean!)

Why did I chose my URL: I made up a username a while back in middle school and I honestly just default to it all the time bc I’m lazy as hell to come up with a cooler one/ I don’t think I”m capable of making a cooler or more meaningful name.

Following:  10 blogs (RIP someone please recommend me good, nonproblematic Choices blogs bc I forgot to ask when I first started) 

Followed by: 144 followers?! Oh wow, I love you all ❤️️💖💕

Average hours of sleep: I have insomnia so I’m often up late at night and then crashing at odd hours throughout the day. It’s hard to say, but I think it ranges between 3 to 6 hours, but typically more in the 4 to 5 range?

Lucky number: lol not a lucky person in general so I don’t really have a lucky number. I do like 6, 7, and 16 though?

Instruments: I’ve been playing piano for TEN years bc my parents had to be stereotypically Asian.

What am I wearing: My pajamas and what my family teasingly calls my Hugh Hefner robe.

Dream job: fHahah, I have no idea what I want to do with my life, but if this is non-realistic, I would love to be paid to do fun activities or other things that I love like playing games, eating, or traveling (lol my lazy behavior shining through rn)

Dream trip: Traveling around the whole world in a cruise! I’ll have to admit that was the only part of RoE that I liked- the concept of being in a large group that gave you planned activities and fine dining while also traveling around to see and experience different cultures.

Fave food: I’m in love with desserts. I have a MAJOR sweet tooth, and if my friends ever lose me at an all-you-can-eat buffet, you can bet that they’d find me at the dessert section (or alternatively, seafood). You want me to do something? Offer me chocolates and I’ll give you my soul lol. If we’re talking about specific cuisines though, I love Asian (Vietnamese, Chinese, Thai, Korean, Japanese), Italian, French, and American (bc I can’t resist french fries, burgers, and milk shakes)

Nationality: [Vietnamese] American

Fave song: Uh…I have no idea. I obssess over some songs and replay them over and over and then I don’t listen to them for awhile.

Last book I read:   The Cruel Prince by Holly Black.

Favorite genre(s): Fantasy, Sci-fi, Dystopian, and I have a soft spot for romantic comedies.

Top three fictional universes I want to join: Harry Potter,  DC Universe (not the movies though lol) or really any setting with established superpowers and vigilantes, and uhhmmm…idk, a lot of the fictional universes I can think of right now are dystopian so…no.

I’d honestly like to get to know a lot of blogs better so this is really for anyone who’d like to do this, but I’ll also specifically tag @stayfallentastic @zahranamazis , @itlivesontheinternet , @h-artfeld, @emmahawkins, and @lahuertasprincess . If you’ve done this before or aren’t interested in doing this, feel free to ignore, but I look forward to seeing everyone’s answers!