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shiawasekai · 2 months

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For Nela:

29. What are the three things that your character values most?

49. In the end, what is your character grateful for?

29. What are the three things that your character values most?

This is an interesting question. The answer varies a bit whether this is pre-game or not, I would say.

For pre-game Nela, what matters the most is choice. She is primarily motivated by a desire to have her path in life something she took because she wanted it. It feels like people have an opinion on what she should be doing, one they are willing to impose on her, and she hates it.

This is still something she highly values during the game and post-game, but being able to take said choices unchallenged as Knight-Commander drives her to seek it for others instead.

For Nela after the game events, it's connection/belonging. Having being ripped off from everything she knew, the one thing she craves the most is caring and being cared, feeling like she is meant to be where she is. Being alone in the world, nowhere to go, is one of the things that terrify her the most.

This was something she also valued pre-game, her bond with her family and few dear friends was very strong and, most likely, what kept her from going the deep end entirely during her teen years. She didn't as much crave it, however, as she was held together by it.

Now last and very unsurprisingly, knowledge. This one isn't really that deep: she is inquisitive and loves learning just for learning's sake. This pursue of knowledge is mostly focused on magic research of any and every kind, but she isn't the kind to reject any information that she can adquire.

After all, knowledge is also the power to take decisions, it gives you choice. It can protect you and your world. It safeguards everything else. Even if her passion is magic, you never know when other forms of information may change your life.

49. In the end, what is your character grateful for?

There are so many things Nela is grateful for. She is grateful for all the opportunities she got as a child and teenager, despite coming from a humble family. She knows how lucky she is to have had a supportive family. She may have lost everything once, but even in her pain she realizes how much she was given in return. She is grateful to have so many who care for her. She is grateful to have her brother at all once they meet again.

But over everything? She is grateful to have a future at all. The fact she's alive at all, after 78 years trapped in a laboratory with a bleeding wound trying to kill her? That's a miracle. She knows it is, that by all means she should be dead. The one and only thing Areelu didn't take from her.

In this strange world, she has found a future. A future of her choice, even if the circumstances pushed her in this direction. She chose to remain, she chose to keep the mythic power. This is a life she has built on her own terms despite all odds, even if she is too blinded by pain at times to realize how incredible that is.

#oc: nela damasio #ask meme replies #thank you so much and sorry so much for the delay life has been kicking my ass so so so much

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aetherotransformer · 6 months

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ASHENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN (heavy rain style screaming) 5, 8, 27?

5. Where are they from? What was their childhood like?

answered here!

8. How did they feel about the liberation of Ala Mhigo? Do they feel it could have been handled differently? Where they at all bothered by how they were involved?

i mean ashen teared up a little at the end of stormblood she was up there singing the anthem with the cast. she does wish that eorzea gave a shit earlier lol but at this point its a "well im glad it even happened" thing for her because zenos's attack on rhalgr's reach/finding out that her dad was actually alive and conscripted into the garlean army left her pretty shaken and she did seriously doubt the resistance's ability to win. ultimately she was aware that it was probably their last chance to do so for a while so she went all in with supporting them and didn't regret it. she was sort of pissed at having to go to the far east though because it felt even more like the scions were prioritizing doma over her homeland. and also because she ended up not really liking hien. she would have preferred they let her stay in gyr abania but what can you do

27. How did the events of Shadowbringers impact them?

ohh boy this one is a lot so im keeping it to 5.0 and not the patches. besides the baseline msq stuff (ardbert soul merge etc) the one physical impact it had on him was that his hands stayed sin eater-ified. they have a feathered appearance now but are cold and waxy to the touch and incapable of channeling aether (hence making monk the one job physically inaccessible to ashen)

anyway you're here for the yuri. ashen didn't understand why ysayle sacrificed herself for him when one of the last conversations they had was about settling down in dravania after the dragonsong war ended, and assumed it was a suicide-by-garlean-airship because she felt the sins she'd committed were too numerous and dying like that was the only way to redeem herself. his brain immediately pinned this as being his fault because he'd previously told ysayle that he wouldn't forgive him for what she did in the name of shiva (but that it didn't matter to him). this sort of fucked ashen up for an expac and a half and made him resent that kind of self sacrificial behavior. he almost had a thing going on with ardbert in the first but by the time he realized his feelings they were in amaurot and he was actively dying. ardbert's soulmerge was just sort of further salt in the wound.

but then he met cyella—cyella, who was undone by ardbert's mercy—who was now, a century later, begging for ashen to kill her, so that she might be redeemed for all her sins—and something in him broke, and he refused, because he's tired of people being self sacrificial. and if maybe they were willing to do that for you it's not because you're a warrior of light or because they want to atone. it's because they love you. now theyre dating and ashens almost come to terms with ysayles death* (*ill type the last loose end up when i do aitiascope its living in my mind right now)

oh also the ancients stuff didnt really do anything for ashen i guess. she already believes in the cyclical nature of fate. the ancients fell due to their mistakes. this current civilization will, too, someday. what is the point

#anonymous #ask #ask meme replies

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tcnebris · 4 months

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(9) from here for Evan from Brennan.

accepted! | m/m smut gif starters. Vol. 3

Buck felt stupid. He didn't want to be there, sitting in those chairs organized in a circle, talking about his sex life with strangers; he didn't even think he was a sex addict: his friends were just too prude and overreacting — alas, he agreed to go to one meeting, and there he was.

Whoever thought group meetings for sex addiction was a good idea clearly didn't think about the sex addicts using it as an in-person Tinder/Grindr. Well, their loss, because Buck did just that.

As soon as he got home, Buck went home and sent Brennan a single text: "door's unlocked. waiting in the tub". Enjoying the hot water, soon the firefighter heard the front door opening, heavy steps coming closer towards the en suite bathroom.

Evan grinned, exposed cock twitching beneath the hot water as he saw Brennan. "Fuck, you're hot," what was supposed to be only a thought was said out loud — he couldn't help it, the man really was that attractive.

"Well? I'm already butt naked so..." he said, reaching over to grab Brennan by the belt and pull him closer towards himself and the bathtub. "Your turn."

Buck grew harder as his friend stripped, watching him undress as if he was front-row on a Magic Mike show. He could tell by the sizable bulge under the white briefs that Brennan was big; he just didn't know how big until the blonde finally pulled those briefs down, letting the hard cock jump out in relief from under the fabric.

"Dude, what the-" Buck was in awe, eyes fixated on the bouncing cock in front of him, his own already leaking like a broken faucet into the tub water. "I didn't know you were packing THAT. I don't even know what to do it with it."

Wrapping a hand around the shaft, Buck stroked it back a few times, already turned on by the thought of struggling to throat that thing. "Good thing I like a challenge."

#ask meme replies #m: evan buckley #buck x brennan

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thelostexperiment · 1 year

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❌ Collin - Do you enjoy cooking?

Collin: Ugh, Cooking... What a horrible, useless pastime. I fine no pleasure in such a task. I despise food so much. The kitchen is absolutely no place for me! Now Susan on the other hand, she's a perfect cook, just an total master in the kitchen!

Susan: Why you gotta drag me in this one?

#ask meme replies #@prpis #collin condor #susan spruce

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aschenprince · 1 year

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not me staring blankly at the wall trying to think of a character for this

this was all i got I'm so sorry

IF YOU ARE TRYING TO AVOID HORIZON FORBIDDEN WEST SPOILERS DO NOT READ PAST THIS!!!!!!

(I'll think of another one in like an hour i hope)

anyway how hot is Tilda van der Meer

I HAVEN'T PLAYED IT AND PROBABLY WON'T BUT SHE'S PRETTY BANGING. her outfit kind of kills the vibe for me tho

#replies #songofdefiance #ask meme replies #ash.txt

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ardentheir · 2 years

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Mallow c:

"For one, please don't ask me to draw her again. This was... difficult."

He takes a deep breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it.

"Though if you're sending this to me, if you know the whereabouts of my missing sister I will pay handsomely for that information and I will not reveal your information to Interpol. Please. I miss her deeply. I know she isn't dead."

@hibiscan

#oh hey random lore #ask meme replies #death meantion

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wisteriaphyte · 2 years

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20. Do you use glamours? What’s your favorite glamoured set if so?

I do! My current set right now is this DRG one, which I've posted here :)

#replies #ask meme replies

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artisticzaati · 10 days

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For that ask thing. 5 and 20.

Oh, it's you!! Thank you very much to keep me distracted.

5. What piece of art are you still proud of to this day? (Show or describe)

There's so many I'm very proud of. But these ones here...they are both such a huge favorite of mine. I can never seem to replicate them no matter how hard I try.

20. What motivates/inspires you artistically? (topics, emotions, etc)

There's many things that keep bringing me into creative mode. Mostly anger + the perfect song to go with it. Or even just venting pieces I can make that connect with the character drawn.

Music is a huge part of any piece I do. I'm always listening to music as I draw - so it is always a huge help to how the piece is themed.

Ask me more things here.

#ask meme replies #ask meme #robbietech

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remyfire · 22 days

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uhhhhh for the kink prompts i think some beejhawk and praise would be delightful 👀

(prompts now closed) (Anon I promised I tried to go for full praise kink here but it went a bit softer than that and I hope you can forgive me and enjoy it all the same!!)

"Christ, Beej, the way you take cock, it's so..." Hawkeye digs his teeth into BJ's trapezius, muffling a shaky growl. As BJ scrabbles at the headboard like he's trying to find some kind of purchase, it triggers a response inside Hawk to keep him closer, fuck him faster. Hawkeye wraps an arm around BJ's waist and squeezes tight enough to make him cry out. He feels like a feral creature—not human, not animal, but possessed by an entity who would stop time to live in this moment for years.

They've been at it for hours, honestly. It's their first shared pass to Seoul since the dams broke and sent secrets, lust, and need spewing through the cracks, and there's no more trying to steal five minutes in supply or an hour in the Swamp with their sounds muffled and the door locked. No one's going to interrupt them, and honestly if they tried, Hawkeye would throw them out the window before he let them get his hands off of BJ for longer than thirty seconds.

Hawkeye has let BJ have the control since they got here, of course, as is their usual rhythm—he's never seen a man quite so frenetically compelled to perfect sexual acts in as short a time as possible, and they've only checked off a few things that Beej has groaned out a desire to experience—but the moment that Hawk woke from a twenty-minute nap to find his lover grinding his ass against him, he'd rolled him over and snatched the power right out of his grasp.

Hawk may have spent over a decade devoting himself to sex, but it has never been more necessary than in this moment. If nothing else, Hawkeye needs BJ to leave this room knowing the unfathomable depths that this adoration reaches.

He drags his palms up hot skin and soft, lush hair until he cups BJ's pectorals. His fingers pillow into them as he drapes his body over BJ like an umbrella protecting him from the storm. He's not sure what there is to protect BJ from here besides the ferocity of what Hawkeye wants to give him, but even still, he holds him here, nuzzling between his shoulder blades with a hum. "You know how good you are?" Hawk prompts, barely waits for an answering wordless whine before he shifts his angle just a hair to fuck more directly up into him, right over that sweet spot that has Beej punching the headboard just the once to shake his energy out. "God, you take it so well. Like you're made for it. I've never fit this good in somebody before, you know that?"

When BJ covers his mouth and muffles his moans, something flickers through Hawk's head, and he knows it's stupid, and he knows he's courting danger, but the last thing he needs is for Beej to hide himself like this while Hawkeye's filling him with cock and praise alike. Hawk grabs both of BJ's wrists and pulls back on them, holding BJ's body as taut as a drawn bow while he picks up his pace. "Fucking beautiful. Hot, tight..." It's never even once been said that Hawkeye is quiet during sex, but he struggles to let the words pour out of him now, careful to hold certain ones at bay, things he's not sure BJ's ready for.

BJ lets his head drop onto Hawkeye's shoulder, his mouth lolling open. Every thrust shoves a moan out of him like lava bubbling out of a volcano, like he doesn't know how to stop himself either. They're feverish fuel, each goddamn one of them, something for Hawk to put to good use.

"I-I gotta tell you more often," Hawk manages to grit out. "When you, when you look at me, I just..." His tongue goes thick in his mouth as he forces himself to slow down, to keep himself from cramping up. He wants this to last. Wants to remember what it feels like to be buried so deeply in him that he's forgotten how to break free. "How'd you put the fucking stars in your eyes, Beej? How'd I get lucky enough to find you?"

"H-Hawk," he whispers, a thready tone that's barely audible, but though Hawkeye waits for more, BJ melts into wordless, pleading sounds of pleasure.

As Hawk hooks his chin over BJ's trapezius, he gets the prettiest picture of Beej's hard cock, flushed and weeping for him, just for him. It's painfully erotic to see how it jolts with every thrust, how when Hawkeye releases his wrists, his hardness twitches, seems to curve more sharply toward BJ's stomach. The sheer physicality of this man feels more potent than any substance on the planet. It's unreal that so much sensuality could be contained within him, but from his broad shoulders to his powerful legs, he ripples with it all the same. Every lift of his hand, every step that he takes, they're a fluid kind of dance, hypnotic to watch and impossible to look away from.

He thinks sometimes that he could be content just to sprawl back on his cot and watch BJ go about his normal routine while stark nude. It'd be greedy, really, an opportunity to study the flex of his gastrocnemius, his jutting scapula, even visibly trace every rippling tendon in his neck as he turned his head.

The permission to stare. To know he never would have to look away.

"I love that you let me have you," Hawk breathes. He traces the tip of his tongue along his throat and groans at the taste of sweat. As BJ cranes his neck as an offering, Hawkeye's eyelashes flutter, and he nuzzles right against his jugular like a wolf preparing to go for the kill. "You feel so... The way that you..." There's too much to say. I love you. I can't imagine life without you. Words more lethal than poison. They'll taint this fragile moment and make it lose its strength with every second until it collapses, spent, unable to be revived.

BJ's skin vibrates when he murmurs, "You make me feel priceless," a dream of a sentence that nearly brings tears to Hawk's eyes.

"You are." His heart kicks up, urging him on. When he rocks forward, BJ grabs the headboard again and clenches around him hard enough to make Hawkeye squeeze the base of his cock. Not yet, not yet. Instead he zeroes in on the shape of his other fingers around BJ's waist. "You're a dream come true."

With a shudder, BJ lets his head hang between his supportive arms. "Don't stop, Hawk. God, don't stop..."

He could ask Hawkeye to do the impossible right now and he would. Anything. Anything for you.

Hawk drives himself now. Chases BJ's pleasure. He wants to go drunk on this man, madder than a maenad. It almost seems necessary to dull his own ecstasy, but that's a laugh. There's not a universe in existence where just getting to hear BJ breathe wouldn't thrill Hawkeye to the depths of him. Harder, harder, harder, pounding, skin slapping, gasps rising up and barely audible over the sound of the thudding headboard.

When BJ slaps the wall with a choked sob, Hawkeye covers his hand, slams into him, then stills. He reaches to feel along BJ's jaw, his chin, his cheek, finally coaxing him to turn his head so Hawk can see his face. Hawkeye holds him there, leaving kiss after kiss that makes his lips burn from the stubble, gently rutting against his ass.

"I wish this could last forever," Hawk admits. The words are too raw, too real. He buries his face in BJ's neck and picks up a lazy rhythm. He's intentional with the angle of his hips, rolling them as smoothly as he can manage even as his thighs ache and his abdomen clenches from his focus. It can't, of course. Even if he could somehow last physically, there's a world beyond these walls and an immutable future.

"Hawk?"

He expects censure. He shouldn't have hinted at that, shouldn't have—

"I want you to come," BJ whispers. "Want you to hold me. Wanna wake up in your arms, just like... Just like we're home, okay?"

What? Hawk's throat burns. No, there's no way he heard that right. But there's nothing else those words could've been. They were crystal clear. He sniffles, hates himself for not being able to hide his equal measures of hope and grief.

"And we're gonna do it again. And again. And it's not gonna stop. It's not." The certainty in his tone is unfathomable. Hawk's never met somebody who can lie to himself like BJ can.

But he admires that determination too. They've still got two days. Yeah, they're gonna have to eat eventually, take showers, maybe even drag themselves outside for a breath of fresh air, but forty-eight hours is a hell of a long time. He'd rather be doing this than fifty hours of straight surgery any week.

"It's not gonna stop," Hawkeye agrees, grinning despite himself at the pleased sound that rumbles through BJ. "I'll fuck you whenever you want, Beej, you just say the word."

"Will you..."

That isn't a question. Hawkeye can all but read this man's mind; picking out the nuances of his voice is easy. "Will I what?"

BJ whips his head around so Hawk nearly gets a mouthful of his silky hair. "It's stupid. Don't—" When Hawk brings his hips to a sudden stop, BJ tries to fuck back on him, but the angle makes it tricky. "Don't stop," he whines.

"Tell me." Hawk puts his lips right against the shell of his ear and breathes the words softer than a prayer. "Let me give you what you want, Beej."

As he curls his fingers around the headboard until his knuckles go white, BJ sucks in a deep breath. "W-Will you, uh... Goddammit, Hawk." The little laugh is more nervous than the bright humor that Hawkeye is so addicted to. "Make love to me?"

Time freezes. The words drift down like the gentlest snowflakes. And then a thunderous storm overtakes him, pressurized, making Hawkeye whimper as he locks his arms as tightly around BJ as he can. They fall forward until Beej is on his knees and forearms, until Hawkeye is rocking inside of him with deep, desperate strokes. "Oh, Beej," he whispers. He can't breathe. Can't even see or hear anything but the man who had him at Coleman Hawkins. "God, Beej, yes, yes, anytime, always, let me do that, huh? Let me love you."

"You sure?" So much is buried in two little words, and he hears it all—are you sure I'm worth it? Are you sure you want to deal with all my bullshit? Are you sure you're not going to change your mind if it gets harder? Are you sure it'll last?

"All of it," is all Hawk can find the ability to say. Maybe it's senseless but maybe BJ can hear what he means too. I'll give you everything.

His orgasm isn't transcendent, isn't pleasure striking him harder than lightning, but when he lets go, Hawkeye feels as though he rips his ribs open all the same and lets his bare beating heart rest on BJ's skin. As he noses along two vertebra, his tears drip, fall, leave long marks that dry cleanly. But as Hawk reaches around and takes BJ in hand, his frantic whispered words—"Ohh, yes, Hawk, like that, that's perfect, you're perfect."—tattoo themselves on him, invisible but not impossible to forget.

Hawkeye only has a moment to wipe his hand on the blanket before BJ rolls them back over and almost crushes him. "Jesus," Hawk snaps, trying to complain, but he can't stop himself from laughing either. "You wanna kill a guy or something?"

BJ flops on his back beside him, then drags Hawk into place, chest to chest, forehead to forehead. And as Beej caresses his cheek, he grins and his eyes shimmer, sapphires that gleam only for him. He opens his mouth as if there's something he wants to say, something that has Hawkeye holding his breath. But at the last moment, BJ gives his head a little shake and draws him in for a kiss that tells Hawk everything that he needs to know. One day, it'd be nice to hear the words, something to obliterate the fear that he can never quite dispel about what comes during infinite tomorrows. All the same, he can feel it, that if he's slipped his heart inside of BJ's chest, then he's protecting his lover's inside ribs of steel, and he dares someone to even try to take it away.

#anyway hot men wildly in love having hot and affirming sex just like they deserve. this is my kink.#hawkeye pierce #bj hunnicutt #beejhawk #hawkbeej #hunnihawk #my writing #ask meme replies

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shiawasekai · 8 days

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🎨 💰 🎭 for Nela?

Ash!! Thank you so much!!

🎨 — art

Definitely not a strong suit for her! Basic technical drawing? She can manage that no problem. Pattern-making is essential for tailoring and, much to her disgrace and distaste, she was taught how to do it at home. But more traditional art is a skill that she has neglected to develop.

Now, if we include sewing (and tailoring) within the umbrella of art the story becomes more complex. As the daughter of a very humble artisan family, she was taught the trade from an early age. Her family very much expected the twins to contribute as apprentices with whatever time they had. Samel took to it, Nela... didn't.

She still learnt how to do it, there was really no way around it, but she found it boring and exhausting. She would do about anything else! Up to taking the chores everyone else hated.

Now, years later, she can still make from scratch some very simple items. She also has a trained eye for fabric and she can tell if a piece of clothing is properly made just from a glance. But you really shouldn't ask her for more than that or you may take a Bolt of Justice to the face.

💰 — finance

She used to help with bookkeeping at her family's shop (one of those chores she took because she was the most suited for it and because it meant less sewing), so she has a bare minimum of financing sense. If she only had to worry about a shop's or well-off commoner household's finances, she would do just fine.

Anything above that? She definitely needs help or something is going to give. She still has a decent head in her shoulders, enough to not ask for the impossible out of whoever is doing the actual management and to notice if someone is trying to trick her out of her money. But she is very much happy to delegate and focus her own studies and time on matters much more interesting.

She also decided that Daeran somehow managed on his own for 10 years, so she can ignore anything regarding House Arendae's finances. Ignorance is bliss. She doesn't want to know how much money he's bleeding with his outrageous purchases as long as they don't fall into red.

🎭 — performance art/acting

If we count lying about yourself, she is a master!

Jokes aside, it's not something she has a lot of experience on. She was too focused on studying and she lived in the outskirts of a small city in a very rural region. In the middle of a civil war.

She would be a natural at it, and I think she would really enjoy it! Sadly, there hasn't ever been a chance for her to develop the skill and she has other priorities, so I don't think she would discover it unless someone pushed her to it.

She loves watching theater, however. Definitely one of her favorite form of entertainment once things have calmed down and she's in a better place mentally.

#oc: nela damasio #ask meme replies #These were so so fun thank you again Ash!#She MAY join Daeran on judging people's fashion senses or lackthereof #She is absolutely helping Woljif not be swindled with clothes made with cheapass fabric #gotta keep his noveau rich ass safe from unwise purchases

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aetherotransformer · 6 months

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12. How has their job affected whatever headcanon version is of the MSQ if any?

i'm assuming this means ffxiv job instead of like. an actual career

ashen's biggest point of divergence jobwise is that he stopped his warrior training with curious gorge et al after 2.55 because they told him to come back later when he wasn't so emotionally riled up and he just fucked off forever. her axe is specially modified to channel lightning aether via aetherotransformer (w/ stephanivien's help) and flavorwise works more like gunbreaker than warrior

HOWEVER that has nothing to do with the msq. the only thing thats been influenced by her job is that she basically skipped 5.4-5.5 after returning to the source because she was this close to having a mental break and quitting adventuring forever. but since he trained with radovan during stormblood he went "how about you take a leave of absence and help the bozjan resistance isntead". and he did that

#oc: ashen vervain #ask #ask meme replies #mythandral

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thelostexperiment · 2 years

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Give a fact about Susan? pretty please lol

Susan is 1/6th spruce grouse on her great grandfather's side, her great grandmother met him on the way west.

Susan was hatched and raised for the majority of her childhood in Collinwood Tennessee until after her grandma passed on and she family moved closer to Duckburg.

At the age of 6 her childhood fascination for medieval culture and fantasy literature made her want to be a jousting knight in the renaissance fair when she grew up, with a 6 year old's assumption that she'd live at the Renaissance fair if she worked there. She'd practice on her bike with a broomstick in full armor made from pots and junk, until she had a wardrobe malfunction when the towel she was using as a cape got caught in the spokes of the backheel and pulled her under. she still has the scar.

At the same time she was recruited into the ladybird-scouts by her mother which she had lukewarm feelings about. She did appreciate learning, goal setting, money management, and business ethics through their cookie program, along with their crafting activities like sewing and sculpting, and outdoor and survival skills. However, she failed at her people skills, decision making, and leadership skills. Even though she wasn't the worst ladybug-scout she was still seen as subpar by her peers. She was, later on, allowed to drop out.

She didn't have much of a happy school life (but then again, what child does), being constantly picked on by other students for her interest. She would mostly just take it but would fight back when she saw anyone bullying her friends, younger brothers.

When she grew into her early teens she was able to convince her parents to try to work freelance at the Renaissance fair selling costumes and D&D figurines she made herself for the summer. With her experience in the ladybug-scouts she was able to make a profit but just barely due to her social activities, people constantly trying to haggle her prices down, some of her figurines getting stolen. This disillusioned her and caused her to give up on the fair and look for a different career to pursue.

While she attended college she was able to find part time work as a caregiver at a retirement home, which she enjoyed and was very good at. This is where she was when the Moonvation happened. For the entire duration of this event she, along with the patients and the rest of the staff were held hostage by the moon-landers in the retirement home, playing the negotiator and peacekeeper between the retirement home and the moonlanders. There were few times she had to prevent some of the war veterans from trying to revolt against the aliens to keep everyone from being blasted by their ray guns, and throughout the whole invasion she would try to get in touch with her family and check on them but couldn't get any reply.

She used the rest of her student loan to buy out the crop duster plane they'd rent from McDuck enterprise and the cheapest flying lessons she could get, and started exploring the world to look for any part of her family that's left.

Some of the jobs she's worked through her travels across the world range through babysitting, dog walking, retail, waitress, promotional mascot, and swimming pool/waterpark life guard. Out of all of them she likes retail the least.

One of her most prized possessions is a Mystic the Collecting card of The Black Lotus. It was given to her as a birthday gift by her father. Though it's not an original, just a reproduction, she keeps it as her good luck charm.

#ask meme replies #susan spruce #headcanons #ducktales oc #ducktales 2017

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