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duckprintspress · 3 years

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How can I return to writing after a long hiatus?

This post is based on a conversation we had in the Duck Prints Press LLC Discord, and all contributors comments have been used/paraphrased/integrated into this post with permission. The people who contributed ideas to this post are: @nottesilhouette, @ramblingandpie, @arialerendeair, @tryslora, @deansmultitudes, @theleakypen, Owlish Intergalactic, myself (I’m @unforth), and one who preferred to remain anonymous.

Few things are harder than coming back to writing after a long period of not writing. Being creative takes a lot of energy, and starting after not doing so for a period of time takes even more energy. The writers on our Discord had a really productive discussion, where we talked about strategies we’ve each personally used to help us get our writing mojo back. None of these methods work for everyone, but if you haven’t written in a while, maybe one of these will work for you!

How to Revive that Creative Writing Spark:

doing sprints with a friend - knowing you’re all in it together can really help!

talking with writing buddies about what you’re each working on - the shared enthusiasm can be really helpful,

journaling, about daily life, or about dreams you’ve had - turning the dream into something coherent can be a great strategy (or, don’t bother, and just write it however crazily it took place!)

pick a random story you wrote in the past and read a chapter, paragraph, or 500 word segment - and look at it as a reader, say things you liked about it, praise it, emphasize the good things about your own writing.

transcribe a song with lyrics you find inspiring, or crack open a favorite book and transcribe a few paragraphs. You can even do it with something you’ve written yourself!

set a low-pressure, low-word count deadline - make it public, if you’re the kind of person that helps, or keep it to yourself.

sign up for a zero-consequence challenge, such as a bingo, or the Duck Prints Press #drabbledaysaturday prompts on Twitter - something where no one will mind if you don’t succeed, but you might find some inspiration.

create a small goal, either daily, weekly, or monthly - it can be a time frame (I’ll write for 5 minutes a day!) or a word count (I’ll write 1,000 words a month!) or even something tiny (I’ll write one sentence a day!) or a public sharing goal (post a ficlet a day!) and then do your best to stick to it, and reward yourself when you succeed.

open your ask box or otherwise solicit short prompts - for example, do a “three sentence” meme (”send me a pairing and a trope and I’ll write a three sentence fill”) or a story title meme (”send me a story title and I’ll write a little about the story I’d create with that title”) or an emoji prompt (”send me three emojis and I’ll write a ficlet”) or make your own fun one that will bring you joy (one of our writers created a “name two characters and I’ll make them kiss in six sentences or less” meme that helped them a lot)

participate in a prompt month, something with no consequences for failure but with prompts that can inspire daily ficlet.

write without editing, and just throw what you create out into the world - anything to get the words flowing.

challenge yourself to write a drabble day, no more and no less.

try changing how or when you write - get a nice journal and write by hand, or if that’s your normal, try writing in a word document instead.

write at different times of day, and see if it’s easier for you over breakfast, or after lights out, or during your lunch break, or by stealing a few minutes while you’re “on the clock” at work.

make an attempt at different formats of writing - if you usually write prose, try a poem; if you usually write really long things, try a drabble.

look out your window, or find a place you like, and just describe what you see.

do some free association exercises - for example, use a random word generator (I use this one sometimes) and then write literally whatever word comes into your head next - keep going until you fill the page, or until it starts to turn into a story, or just until you don’t feel like it any longer.

pick a random sentence (the person who suggested this often uses “Just write anything”) to be the start of a story, and “pants” your way through whatever comes next, without worrying about grammar, continuity, logic, or much of anything.

plan ahead - schedule your writing time and don’t let yourself put it off (rewards for success are always good!) and/or visualize exactly what you want to write ahead so you’re ready when you sit down.

if you get hit by inspiration, don’t put it off - even if all you do is scrawl a sentence in your phone or on scratch paper between other tasks, get it out of your head. Even a single sentence is a creation!

get out of the spaces where your usual things are - go to a park, or on a hike, or in your backyard, or even a different room in your own home, and bring a journal or phone or laptop, and see what strikes you.

pick That Thing You Haven’t Been Letting Yourself Write and ignore all the things you Think You Should Be Writing and just...write what brings you joy

fanfiction can be very helpful, especially in canon using canon-compliant ships/characterizations - there’s no need to do the heavy lifting. Even if you just write the characters going to a grocery store, or talking about what movie they want to watch, or arguing over take out - something short and sweet that’s just for fun, with no expectations for yourself or anyone else.

alternatively, if you’re the type who writes better for others and you’re feeling down - knock out anything, even something short, and post it, and take joy even in a single like or kudos. Knowing even one person out there loved what you wrote can really help.

Any or all of these may help you, but there’s one final one that I, at least, think is the most important of all - and that’s helped me most.

FORGIVE YOURSELF. You have work in progress up. It’s okay to leave them. You told someone you’d write something for them. It’s okay not to. You have a deadline looming. It’s okay to ask for more time, or to withdraw, or - in the end - it’s even okay to ghost. You think what you’ve made is bad. It’s okay if it’s bad. You’ll never be able to create when you’re raking yourself over the coals. Everyone in fandom has “been there” - has missed deadlines, has left challenges, has abandoned works in progress, have reneged on a promise to a friend to write something. Until you forgive yourself, you’ll never be able to create anything, and isn’t even a single sentence that isn’t on that Big Important Thing better than no sentences on anything?

Forgive yourself, and find that spark, inspiration, muse, whatever you want to call it - and write things that bring you joy.

We believe in you!

YOU CAN DO IT!

#duck prints press #original content #writing advice

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benjaminmoorepaint · 3 years

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red: the color of...grantaire?

Figured I might do another meta post like the one I did for Marius to address the myths and misconceptions surrounding certain characters, so it's Grantaire's turn!

I'm sure we all know Grantaire quite well...a sensitive starving artist, with his Apollo as his muse, and a cynic who pragmatically points out the flaws in Enjolras's idealism, which they quarrel over.

Let's unpack that!

Grantaire is most likely middle class if not wealthy, he is certainly not poor. We don't know what he's studying (if he's studying at all) but he is nevertheless a quintessentially Parisian bourgeoise "student", much like Bahorel. "A rover, a gambler, a libertine..." As the foil of "severe in his enjoyments" Enjolras, Grantaire is a pleasure-seeker, indulging in the excesses that Enjolras disdains.

Again, though we don't know what Grantaire is studying (and I suspect he's just Bahorel-ing it) he's clearly an educated man, judging by the references he throws into his speeches, and he mentions that he once was a student of Gros.

So is he really an artist? He might have been an apprentice at some point, but it's clear he was not particularly enthused by it. After all, discipline is something that Grantaire…lacks. And because it's Grantaire, you can't completely discount the idea that he made it up just for a pun (though I do find that unlikely.) But it's a triple (quadruple?) play--it's important not to take this quote too far out of context because he's actually saying several things here.

It is a shame that I am ignorant, otherwise I would quote to you a mass of things; but I know nothing. For instance, I have always been witty; when I was a pupil of Gros, instead of daubing wretched little pictures, I passed my time in pilfering apples; rapin is the masculine of rapine. So much for myself; as for the rest of you, you are worth no more than I am. I scoff at your perfections, excellencies, and qualities. Every good quality tends towards a defect [...] there are just as many vices in virtue as there are holes in Diogenes’ cloak.

Gros was a well-known neoclassical painter of the time, and I believe Hugo's inclusion of him here is a jab at the neoclassicists, as Grantaire doesn't seem to care for him.

There's a pun! "Rapin"--term for a painter's assistant--is the masculine of "rapine"--to steal.

So he likely means he stole the apples intended to be painted for a still life, which fits his careless attitude... but he's ironically putting himself down for it too, and at the same time

putting his companions down, saying they're no better than him even if they do have more "good" qualities because each good quality has a corresponding downside, so what's the point, really?

You can see that even in this small sample of his speech that Grantaire often has layers upon layers of meaning in what he says. He's a smart guy! But that means you can't always take what he says at face value, as Hugo says, he's constantly "reasoning and contradicting" himself. So let me invite you further down into what I think his real meaning is here (though now firmly into the depths of my own conjecture, so others may have different interpretations.)

I would speculate that "the rest of you" who he professes to mock refers mostly to a specific person, you can probably guess who. After all, Enjolras is surely the paragon of virtue among them, and you could certainly argue that his good qualities edge on being flaws. I think Grantaire is right about that, and it's a sort of theme we see pop up again and again--the Bishop's generosity does hurt the women he lives with, Valjean's self-sacrifice hurts Cosette, and Javert is someone who's tipped all the way over to his virtues being vices.

But like, man, come on. Seriously. "I scoff at your perfections, excellencies, and qualities." Dude. We all know that you're obsessed with this man.

And you might notice that this is just a whole lot of Grantaire talking and talking over people, never letting anyone else get a word in. It's not a debate, Grantaire never actually debates anyone, let alone Enjolras. The idea of Grantaire debating Enjolras and making him see the flaws in his idealistic revolution is wholly a fandom invention.

The closest we get, really, is Grantaire trying to convince Enjolras to send him to the Barriere du Maine...and Grantaire doesn't come out of that looking so good.

“Do you know anything of those comrades who meet at Richefeu’s?”

“Not much. We only address each other as tu.”

“What will you say to them?”

“I will speak to them of Robespierre, pardi! Of Danton. Of principles.”

“You?”

“I. But I don’t receive justice. When I set about it, I am terrible. I have read Prudhomme, I know the Social Contract, I know my constitution of the year Two by heart. ‘The liberty of one citizen ends where the liberty of another citizen begins.’ Do you take me for a brute? I have an old bank-bill of the Republic in my drawer. The Rights of Man, the sovereignty of the people, sapristi! I am even a bit of a Hébertist. I can talk the most superb twaddle for six hours by the clock, watch in hand.”

I won't bother going too in-depth here since you're probably familiar with all this--Grantaire talks a big game and then fails to follow through. And we see one of two red waistcoats mentioned, neither of which are worn by Enjolras.

Grantaire lived in furnished lodgings very near the Café Musain. He went out, and five minutes later he returned. He had gone home to put on a Robespierre waistcoat.

“Red,” said he as he entered, and he looked intently at Enjolras. Then, with the palm of his energetic hand, he laid the two scarlet points of the waistcoat across his breast.

So yeah, it's actually Grantaire who wears red, at least canonically! I know their popular red/green color scheme comes from the musical, but it might be fun to reverse it sometimes...I think Enjolras would look great in a nice emerald green, and he'd be more likely to wear that, actually.

Why? A red waistcoat like would be a very obvious, in-your-face political statement--perfect for Bahorel, the other red waistcoat wearer, but Enjolras is actually a lot more reserved and less reckless than fandom sometimes makes him out to be. Wearing something that blatant isn't really his style.

The real question is, why does Grantaire, of all people, own one? Why has he read Prudhomme and the Social Contract and the Rights of Man?

Grantaire is not a super sympathetic character. He's a man of means, talent, intelligence...and he wastes those gifts and privileges on doing nothing, he has no aims in life, he does not aspire to do better or make the world better. He may be Enjolras's foil but I would also contrast him with Feuilly, who has spent his life dedicated to improving himself and the world despite the challenges he's faced. He's obnoxious to women, denigrates his friends for their beliefs, and is generally useless. He's given the opportunity to change and he squanders it. He's not so much cynical (because that's a belief) as he is indifferent, which is arguably worse. His indifference can certainly be read as symbolic within the group, their belief versus the apathy of the world.

But, layers upon layers...Grantaire does have a good heart hiding underneath all that. What I've been getting at all along here is that he does care; he may say he doesn't, he may even believe he doesn't, but he does, clearly, care. He says he hates mankind; he loves people. He says he scoffs at his companions; he admires them. He declares himself indifferent, yet he can't help but talk about the sufferings of the world.

Which isn't to say that simply caring absolves him of anything. Up to this point, he's still just been a useless layabout. What does absolve him (narratively speaking) is the first time, possibly the first time in his life, that he chooses to act. He chooses to take a stand. And this transfigures him, as Hugo says.

Grantaire had risen. The immense gleam of the whole combat which he had missed, and in which he had had no part, appeared in the brilliant glance of the transfigured drunken man.

At the last moment, he chooses to believe, and Enjolras finally accepts him.

One last thing: Grantaire never calls Enjolras "Apollo". Furthermore, he's actually the only one who couldn't have called him "Apollo". The only line where this nickname is mentioned is as follows:

It was of him, possibly, that a witness spoke afterwards, before the council of war: “There was an insurgent whom I heard called Apollo.”

Who could have called him that? Not Grantaire, he was fast asleep during the whole thing. So I choose to believe it was Prouvaire…he would.

#grantaire #meta

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sophiainspace · 3 years

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Zari Tomaz and Zari Tarazi 💫

I leave in the morning - I don’t wanna go

I said to the teller, “If this is the future I don’t wanna know”

I’m afraid of meaning nothing again, after all this is over

This is over after all…

‘Teller,’ Throwing Muses

Hanging out in the totem waiting for her counterpart to return is the worst boredom that Zari Tarazi has ever had the misfortune of experiencing. And she lived through the great Tarazi Residence Internet Outtage of 2031.

And then, one day when she’s very quietly exploring places she probably shouldn’t be - though no one’s actually told her not to - Zari finds the rec lounge. At least, that’s the vibe this room is clearly going for. There’s no TV or internet, of course. (The other totem-bearers went over long explanations of why technology doesn’t work in the totem - something something astral realm - but Zari wasn’t really listening.) Otherwise, this laid-back room is kind of nice. There’s lots of comfy seats and ottomans arranged for ease of socialising, and a few games on the tables - a chess set and jigsaw puzzles. And there’s a shisha bar, of all things, with only delightfully non-alcoholic drinks behind the bar. Most of the time, this room is empty. Zari half-wonders why no one uses it, then remembers that the totem bearers are all old, uppity types who’d never darken the doors of a friendly, social rec room. Which kind of defeats its purpose. Zari goes there to chill a lot anyway. It’s nicer than the ridiculous room with the terrible couches and weird wall hangings.

One morning, Zari wanders into the rec room and nearly falls over. There’s someone behind the bar. Someone familiar.

“Charlie?” she breathes.

It’s not Charlie. As soon as the woman looks up and smiles at her, Zari can tell that much. (Her excited heartbeat slows to something oddly… disappointed.) “No,” the woman says softly. “I’m sorry - I’m not your friend.” She taps a bottle of cordial with a smile. “Let me make it up to you. Mocktail?”

“I could have sworn…” Zari shakes her head and scoots onto a stool. “Sure. Mocktail. Why not?”

“What takes your fancy?” the bartender is asking, running a lithe hand across the bottles.

“Hmm. Not coffee, that’s for sure. You people have the worst coffee on the astral plane. Virgin daiquiri?” Zari eyes the bartender. Yellow dress, printed in southern African patterns. Hair wound up in a matching yellow scarf. She’s not Charlie, but she’s gorgeous - in her own, softer way. “I’m Zari.”

Halfway through mixing drinks, the bartender gives Zari an unexpected wink. “Oh, I know who you are,” she almost purrs. Zari blinks at her. She’d been getting a ‘wise elder’ vibe from this one, right up till that wink. Now there’s a hint of something much more fun in the woman’s eyes. And fun isn’t how Zari would describe most of the staid old totem bearers around here.

Before Zari can ask the bartender’s name, a drink is passed across the bar, and Zari accepts it with thanks. Then sips it, and feels her eyes get wide. “Oh, this is good.” It’s sweet, but not laden with sugar, and cut with enough real lime to give it a kick. Zari grins at the bartender. “You have a talent.”

“So I’m told,” the bartender says, leaning back with an unreadable look at Zari. It makes Zari feel things. Another unexpected reaction. Who is this woman?

But, once again, Zari doesn’t have time to ask. The bartender distracts her. “You look like someone stole the lime out of your drink,” she observes wryly. “Want to tell me about it?”

Zari snorts, bouncing her eyebrows at the woman. “Tell me all your troubles? Seems a bit stereotypical for you, barkeep. Since I’m guessing this is not exactly your main gig.”

The bartender’s shrug is adorable. “You got me.” She sits down across the bar from Zari. “My other job around here is seeing the currents of the past and the future. The way the patterns of the universe weave themselves slowly towards justice.”

That sounds like a good starting point for giving advice. Zari really has no reason to tell this stranger anything, but she finds herself sighing anyway, as she sips her drink. “I’m guessing that whole ‘weaving towards justice’ thing is kinda cosmic, and doesn’t work on a personal level.” The woman’s wry little head-tilt tells Zari she’s right. Fate is a tricky thing, Charlie always said. You can’t always control where your life is headed. Not that that’s ever stopped Zari from doing her best. “I’m afraid they won’t want me back.”

The bartender raises her eyes. “The Legends.” It’s not even a question.

Zari’s head snaps up. Today is just full of surprises. “You know them?”

A smile, almost nostalgic. “I know some of them very well. And… I’m not sure where you fit in the timeline, but I know that team. The more they change, the more they stay the same.” The bartender taps on the countertop. “Why wouldn’t they want you back?”

“They’ve got the other Zari back now,” she murmurs. Saying it aloud sounds self-pitying, like being the worst version of herself. She hates that. But it’s too late to stop talking. She’s jumped in with both feet, and Zari Tarazi always commits to the bit. “I know they miss her a lot. They talk about her all the time. Even Behrad - especially Behrad. He’s her number one fan. Like he never was of me…” Zari trails off, feeling like she’s gone too far. Bitterness helps no one. She knows Behrad loves her. It’s just that he remembers his other life, with the other Zari. They were close - the way he always wanted to be with his version of his sister. “Anyway. They must be happy to have her home. And they can only have one of us at a time, so…” She shrugs.

The bartender’s thoughtful eyes get sharper. “And you think that means they don’t need you anymore?”

Zari shrugs. “They’ve got the OG,” she mumbles. “Why would they want little new me?” She should know that’s nonsense. There’s no OG except her. Zari Tarazi, the one and only. But a few weeks in a totem, with no one to talk to, no CatChat, and no business to run - well, it could make the most confident girl lose her nerve.

The bartender goes a little fuzzy, like she’s watching something off in the distance. When she focuses on Zari again, her beautiful eyes have that joy in them again, with a bit of a wicked edge. “Because you give them something no one else can. Your drive. Your spirit. Your unique, powerful kind of wisdom.” She grins at Zari. “And your serious business acumen. Don’t tell me you think your brother’s filling in for you there.”

Zari snorts. “I’d like to hope he’d rise to the occasion, but - nope, he will not be.” She hums at the beautiful bartender. She must turn some girls’ heads around here. That’s quite some cosmic wisdom she’s got going on. “You really think they need me?”

She gets a smile back. “I do. But what I think doesn’t really matter, does it?” She raises a challenging eyebrow at Zari.

Zari thinks back over so many missions where the team needed her unique skills… and many more times when her friends looked at her like she mattered. For herself, not for anyone else she might resemble. “Oh, they’ve gotta be so very lost without me,” she says, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“You are not wrong,” says a voice behind her. Zari Tomaz slides onto the stool beside her. “Hey, Amaya. Can you get me something caffeinated? Triple espresso. Ooh, and something sweet. Got any donuts back there?” She tilts her head at the other Zari. “I forgot how exhausting the Legends are. I’m kinda pleased to get some time to myself, back in here.”

Amaya - of course that’s who it is, and Zari can’t believe she didn’t figure it out - passes a coffee over to Zari 1.0. “Hi, beautiful. Missed you.” She nods at Zari. “But I’ve been getting to know your lovely counterpart here, while we were waiting for you.”

Zari 1.0 makes a thoughtful face at her other self. “I hope being in here hasn’t bummed you out too much. Ready to go back and face the chaos?” She pats Zari on the back. “And I hate to break it you, but it really is peak chaos back in the time stream right now.”

“Oh, please.” Zari downs the last of her mocktail. “When is it not peak chaos on the Waverider?” She holds up a hand when Zari 1.0 starts to speak. “Don’t fill me in. I wanna walk right onto that bridge full of ridiculous disasters and experience what I’ve missed first-hand.”

Laughing, Zari 1.0 shrugs. “Enjoy yourself, hon. Or maybe that should be ‘on your own head be it.’ One of those.” She reaches out a hand for Amaya’s across the bar, and they share the cutest smile Zari has seen a couple give each other in a while. Oh, these two are adorable. As Zari takes them both in - gorgeous, wise Amaya, and the way Zari 1.0 looks at her - Zari is almost not jealous.

Time to make an exit. Zari pushes back her chair with a squeak. “Bye, OG.” She gives the beautiful bartender a little wave. “Bye, Amaya.” And she walks away with just a little bit of flair, all too aware that the other two are watching her leave. Just perfect.

At the door, Zari turns around. “Have a simply lovely time catching up, Zamaya.” She nods at Zari 1.0, who’s now looking at her girlfriend like Amaya flew to the moon and brought it back for her. “I think this one’s missed you, Amaya. I hope you get to spoil her a little.”

Zari 1.0 chuckles, turning to give Zari a smile. “Take care, hon. And there’s some people out there who’ve missed you too, you know. Go let them celebrate you. You deserve it.” Maybe it’s her imagination, but Zari thinks her counterpart’s guarded eyes get a little softer. “And Zari… thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” Zari lifts her fingers, ready to click them and disappear in a haze of totem magic. Always leave them wanting more. “Be seeing you, OG Z, next time you want to switch places. Oh, and…” Zari winks at Amaya. “Next time I visit, I want internet - fast enough to run a business with. And better coffee. And an easier way to watch the Waverider crew, that doesn’t involve being stuck in that awful room with the wall hangings. And some people to play all these games with! And—”

Rolling her eyes, the other Zari clicks her fingers.

“Rude,” Zari snarks to herself, in the middle of the empty Waverider hallway. She turns on her heel, heading for the kitchen. She can hear the sounds of a firefight on the bridge, and she needs a decent cup of coffee before she goes to anyone’s aid. The Legends will understand.

#ficlet #zari tarazi #zari tomaz #amaya jiwe #zamaya #zarlie #(hinted)#my fic #legends of tomorrow fanfic #prompt fills #none of us can queue this alone

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seanfalco · 3 years

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Date Night Part 2 | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’verse

a/n: More of the collab with @super-unpredictable98 featuring our girls: Win & Lydia 💚 We split this one up into two parts, just in time for Thirsty Thursday.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: smut (orgy), language

Read Part One Here

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Suddenly the timer went off in the kitchen and Win nearly jumped up to go get it before her Nathan wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, holding her in place.

“I think it’s the hostess’s job to get the food.”

Lydia slowly uncrossed her legs and got up, strutting towards the kitchen provocatively. She came back a second later and placed the tray on the coffee table.

Finally able to get her little revenge, she dropped to her knees and leaned over the table, letting her cleavage show even more while slicing the pizza.

"Dig in," she smiled innocently at the trio.

Win and her Nathan took a slice, Nathan nearly burning his mouth in his haste while Win blew lightly on hers before taking a bite and moaning softly.

“Oh Lyds, this is so good,” she purred, pulling a long string of cheese off with her fingers to place in her mouth.

Lyddie's Nathan took a second to snap out of his trance and start eating as well while Lydia joined the others on the couch, trying not to stare at Win.

"I'm glad you like it," she said, taking a bite. For a second she forgot the built-up desire and felt legitimately happy with the praise.

“Mhmm, maybe you’ll hafta teach me how to make more stuff, since I’m pretty hopeless in the kitchen,” Win murmured, finishing off her piece.

"Yeah, I can do that..." Lyddie looked away, knowing one look from her was enough to send shivers through her spine.

“Oh, thank goodness, even if th’only thing y’learn t’make is this, I’ll be happy,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, picking up a fresh slice and flopping back on the couch.

“Oh, I’m sure there are loads of things we could teach each other,” Win said, licking her fingers clean.

"Yeah, there are a few things I could teach ya," Lyddie's Nathan started with a shit-eating smirk. "I reckon you'll love t'know that..."

"SHUT UP!" Lydia exclaimed suddenly, covering his mouth. "You don't need to make things worse."

“Hey now, let th’man speak,” Win said with a laugh, leaning again Lyddie’s Nathan’s shoulder. “I’m sure you could fill me in on a lot of helpful tips.”

“Somehow I don’t think we’re talkin’ bout cookin’ anymore,” the other Nathan grumbled.

"Right!" Lyddie looked at him "I have a lot of recipes, I could totally..."

"You have no idea," Lyddie's Nathan chuckled. "The steps might be tricky, but the results are certainly worth it."

Win smiled, half listening to the Nathan next to her as she realized for the moment, they were all getting along and it made her smile.

Lydia's rant about food in a desperate attempt to stop her Nathan from talking was cut short when she caught Win's smile.

I guess we're really becoming a couple... Or better said, a quad, Lydia thought to herself.

“So,” Win murmured, leaning in closer to Lyddie’s Nathan, unconsciously resting her hand on his thigh. “You gunna let me in on one of Lyddie’s secrets?”

"Lyds 101, the basics..." he whispered mischievously. "First thing y'need t'know is she likes when I'm crude, it gets her off, do with that what you will..."

“Crude, right, got it. Like, dirty talk, or—?”

"Yeah, but y'know... Inappropriate comments, shit that most people would find obnoxious or-or gross, she loves it.”

“Okay, that explains a lot actually,” Win said with a laugh, finally realizing how close she’d gotten to Lyddie’s Nathan and quickly cleared her throat, making to move away.

Lydia was only half aware of the conversation happening next to her, as she was distracted talking to Win's Nathan about her movie collection. She was enjoying his company. After all, he was a clone of her fiancé.

"There's a thing..." Lyddie's Nathan swallowed nervously when he noticed Win's hand on his thigh. "But she's gotta tell you herself, she'd kill me if I did."

“Not even a hint?” she pouted, batting her eyelashes at him

"Um..." Nathan mused for a second, definitely smitten with Win's charms. "If y'look in the fridge there's a hint, but if she finds out I told ya..."

Win scrunched up her face in thought, thinking of anything you kept in the fridge that could turn someone on.

“Well, thanks anyways,” she murmured with a sigh. For a moment Nathan thought she was gonna pull away, when suddenly she pressed her lips to his cheek.

Meanwhile, Win’s Nathan was gaping at Lydia’s future movie collection. “That’s so cool. I wonder what th’porn’s like in th’future,” he mused with a soft snort, glancing over at her.

"In the future girls make their own porn and sell it, it's this thing called Only Fans, I think it's pretty cool," Lydia chuckled, tempted to run her fingers through his hair. "I wanted to make one for extra cash, but I'm a little shy..."

Nathan’s eyes widened slightly, his mouth going dry.

“You totally should! I mean... if you wanted to,” he exclaimed. “Sometimes Win and I make our own home videos, maybe she could... I dunno, help yeh with that.”

"It only comes out in six years, but it wouldn’t hurt to practice... I’d love to watch one of these videos," Lydia mused, finally gathering the nerve to bury her fingers in his hair.

Nathan froze, his brows shooting up. “I-I mean... as long as Win’s okay with it, although what am I sayin’? For you, she’d def—“ his words cut off as he leaned in suddenly, taking Lydia and himself by surprise as he kissed her.

Lyddie's heart jumped in her chest. She kissed him back, this time knowing it wasn't her Nathan, but past caring about that.

"Don't say anything," she murmured, discreetly grinding against his thigh, trying to get some relief after the endless teasing.

Lyddie's Nathan was ready to interrupt them, but instead, he pulled Win closer and did the same, pressing his lips to hers.

"Oh!" Win gasped against his mouth, tensing at the suddenness, but her gasp quickly melted to a soft moan and she clutched at Lyddie's Nathan's shirt throwing her leg over his hips, and settling in his lap.

This was certainly not what she had envisioned earlier as she'd teased Lydia in the kitchen, but she wasn't complaining, having started to get rather pent up herself from teasing her new girlfriend.

Lydia rolled her hips more eagerly, a breathy moan leaving her lips in between kisses.

"Hmm," she noticed his bulge and bit her lip while looking up at the familiar face in front of her that somehow felt completely different. "Dinner is over, isn't it? I think that means I won..."

"Won what?" Win's Nathan asked, groaning, his eyes flicking to his girlfriend and the other Nathan going at it on the couch.

"Win challenged me. If I could stand her teasing until dinner was over, I win a special prize..." Lyddie explained while kissing Nathan's neck, rubbing herself against his bulge. "I did, so now I want my prize."

Win pulled back though Lyddie's Nathan chased her retreating lips. "You did resist, didn't you," she mused, moaning as Nathan didn't let her get far, nipping at her neck. "I suppose I could give you your prize now babe, but I wonder what our boys will do while we're indisposed..."

Lyddie's Nathan had never felt so confused, he wanted to keep snogging Win, but he also wanted to see her making Lyds scream.

"I wonder if they would rather watch, or help you..." Lydia ran her fingers teasingly over Win's Nathan's erection. "What do you wanna do, Natty?"

"Ohhhh, fuck," he groaned, glancing from her to Win and back. "I wanna help. I'm so good at helpin'."

At his words Win laughed, her breath hitching as she accidentally ground against the Nathan underneath her, feeling how aroused he was as well.

"And what about you?" she murmured, whining softly as she rolled her hips again, this time on purpose.

"I can't miss out on the fun... 'Course I wanna help," Lyddie's Nathan drawled. "You've been such a good girl, you deserve t'be spoiled a bit, Lollipop.”

"Great," Lydia exclaimed, getting up and looking back before heading to the room. "Which one of you is gonna help me get out of this dress? Or should I do it myself?"

Win quickly leapt from Lyddie's Nathan's lap to follow her. "Don't you dare touch that zipper," she exclaimed, taking Lydia's hand and pulling her to the bedroom, "I wanna be th'one to undress you."

Both Nathans gaped at each other for a moment before scrambling up to follow the girls.

"Anything you say, baby," Lydia sat down with a smirk, imagining what Win had in mind.

The two Nathans stared at them, not knowing exactly what to do, until Lyddie's Nathan climbed on the bed behind her, kissing her shoulders and the exposed portion of her back.

Win grasped the zipper of her dress and slowly eased it down as Nathan continued to kiss her, Win's hands slipping under the fabric as she reached around her front, groping her tits as she lifted her chin to catch her own Nathan's gaze over Lydia's shoulder, drawing him to the bed with her eyes.

"I think this has got t'be the hottest thing I've ever seen," he murmured, leaning in to kiss Win as he rested his hand on Lydia's thigh.

"Y'can be rougher with her, Win," Lyddie's Nathan laughed, reaching for her other thigh. "She likes it, don't you, Lollipop?"

Win threw him a disdainful look for a moment before yanking Lydia’s dress down, pinching her nipples and playing roughly with her piercings.

"Oh, Winnie!" Lydia hissed, parting her legs and leaning against her Nathan, her hand stroking Win's hair softly. "Just like that..."

“Mmm, I like hearing you moan my name like that,” Win purred in her ear. “Can you stand up for me, so we can get this dress off you?”

Lydia obediently stood up, letting the dress slide off her body. "Do you get naked as well?" she asked with a cheeky grin.

“Do you want us to?” Win asked, admiring Lyddie, arousal pooling between her legs at the thought of all of them getting naked together.

"Yes, I wanna feel you, all of you," Lydia murmured, pulling her in for a kiss, squeezing her ass firmly. "I don't think I've ever been so horny in my life.”

“God, that’s so hot,” Win murmured. “Are you gunna undress me? Or should I—?” she asked, lifting her shirt teasingly.

"It's my prize, I should unwrap it..." Lydia quickly ripped the other woman's shirt off before pulling her in again, this time onto her lap, as she sat back down.

The Nathans exchanged a quick awkward look before starting to undress, cautiously keeping a safe distance from one another.

“Damn, Lyddie,” Win gasped. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this side of you before.”

"I'm burning up, it's been so hard to resist you..." she nearly growled. "I want you so bad."

“Me too, fuck,” Win groaned. “I wanna have my dessert now,” she moaned, kissing Lydia roughly while the two Nathan’s watched, swallowing thickly, awkwardly trying not to look at each other, while still slightly curious to see if they were bigger than the other.

Lydia couldn't resist the curiosity and glanced over at the boys. Yep... two exact copies in every aspect.

"Come and get it," she said, laying down. "Do whatever you want to me, I'm yours."

“Nathan...” Win drawled, turning behind her to look at both of them, her eyes flicking down and back up, feeling their eyes on her. Even without any identifying features to physically tell them apart, she knew exactly which Nathan was hers just with the way he looked at her.

“Are you gunna come help me?” she asked, trailing her hands down her body before reaching down to touch Lyddie, suddenly feeling a spike of nerves as both Nathans approached, hers settling next to her, his hands finding her body and she shuddered.

"You come here." Lydia brought her Nathan close, their lips crashing as she squirmed under Win's touch and she quickly reached down to stroke his length. She was a little intimidated being naked in front of so many people at the same time, but it felt so good, she had no time to think too much about it.

Leaning over her, Win kissed Lyddie’s neck, taking Nathan’s advice and not being gentle, this time leaving a trail of dark hickeys along her neck and down her chest. Pausing to take one of Lydia’s pierced nipples in her mouth her own Nathan fondled her breasts from behind, his arms wrapping around her, drawing a moan from her.

“Babe, you should get your tits pierced,” he murmured, unable to tear his eyes from the scene in front of him. “That’d be so hot.”

"I think so too," Lydia giggled. The sharp pain that Win's relentless mouth left behind quickly turning into pleasure.

Lyddie's Nathan also had his eyes glued to the action as her hand worked his cock. "Fuck, Lollipop," he hissed, his breath catching in his throat as she picked up her pace. "You feel good? Is that what you wanted?"

"Uhum," she moaned, overwhelmed with desire.

“Just you wait, babygirl, cuz it’s gunna get a whole lot better,” Win said, parting her thighs and settling between them, already feeling her own arousal dripping down her leg and coating her skin, her own cunt aching as she lightly blew on Lyddie’s glistening sex.

Moaning softly, she parted Lydia’s folds to run the tip of her tongue along her slit to her clit, moaning louder at the taste of her, her fingers digging into the other woman’s thighs.

“Holy shit,” Win’s Nathan whispered, his voice hoarse. “That’s right Win baby, I bet she tastes so good.”

As he egged her on, his hand slid over her backside, giving her ass a firm slap and Win moaned into Lydia’s pussy before Nathan’s hand moved farther down, his fingers delving his girlfriend’s folds.

Lyddie gasped as a jolt of pleasure struck her. Win's mouth felt even better than she remembered, her skilled tongue was like heaven after such a long, torturous wait. "Oh, please," she arched her back, looking down to watch as Win's Nathan fingered her, wanting to see her feeling just as good.

"So sensitive, aren'tcha?" Lydia's Nathan moved to kiss his fiancé's neck and squeeze her tits before taking her nipple between his plump lips.

Trying to concentrate with Nathan’s fingers moving in and out of her, Win lapped desperately at Lydia, the other woman’s sweet sounds only serving to turn her on more.

“Win,” her Nathan groaned, his fingers slowing and she lifted her face to look back at him. “I’m dyin’ here,” he whined and a slow grin spread across her face as she wriggled her ass at him.

“Go ahead,” she purred, pausing to bite her lip before resuming her exploration of Lyddie’s pussy with her tongue, but as soon as she felt the tip of Nathan’s cock brush her entrance she shuddered, arching her back as he slowly slid into her, her tongue freezing for a moment as she inhaled sharply while Nathan’s hips snapped into her backside, rocking her forward slightly, pressing her face harder into Lydia’s cunt.

Lyddie nearly came just from the sight of Nathan fucking Win from behind. She looked up at her own Nathan and raised her eyebrows as if asking ‘do you want it too?’ to which he enthusiastically nodded.

"Fuck my face, Natty," she begged through her helpless moaning.

Her Nathan quickly jumped off the bed and positioned himself so she could turn her head and take his cock in her mouth.

"Jesus..." he groaned, mirroring his clone's reaction almost identically, as Lydia hummed, swallowing every inch of him. "Good girl, you're so good t'me."

Win could feel Lydia getting wetter as she lapped at her, made slightly more difficult with her Nathan pounding into her from behind and she had to brace herself with one hand, pressing into the mattress to the side of Lyddie’s hip while her other hand continued spreading her lips.

The lewd slap of skin on skin nearly drowned out the chorus of moans and the wet sounds of Win’s tongue and Lyddie’s Nathan fucking her mouth.

Feeling her climax nearing with each smooth thrust of her boyfriend’s cock Win moved her tongue desperately against Lyddie’s bundle of nerves, lapping broad forceful strokes despite the ache growing in her jaw. She wanted her to come at the same time she did, if she could.

Lydia tried to concentrate on both giving and receiving pleasure, it was hard, but it also made her feel complete in a way.

She wasn't sure how much longer she could stand before coming, after all the build-up she could've easily orgasmed within a minute or less. Feeling Win's moans against her cunt just drove Lydia even closer to the edge, her eyes slowly tearing up with the overstimulation.

"That's right, baby..." her Nathan moaned, bucking his hips, his fingers tangled in her long hair. "I'm gettin' close, d'you want it in your mouth?" he asked already knowing the answer.

A high-pitched whine echoed in Win’s throat as her orgasm hit her and she tensed as Nathan rut erratically into her, his thrusts growing shallower as he came. But she didn’t stop though tears pricked her eyes until a loud muffled moan ripped from her as Lyddie began to shake beneath her, her hands clutching at Win and she finally stopped, giving her one last lick before collapsing atop her as Nathan buried himself to the hilt one last time with a groan.

Lydia quickly swallowed her Nathan's load as he finished in her mouth, her new enhanced lung capacity proving to be very useful in situations like that.

"God, that was amazing," Lyddie’s Nathan groaned as he let his body relax, laying next to her and placing a soft kiss on her temple.

"That... was quite the prize," Lydia purred, pulling Win into her arms and running one hand over her back.

Win hummed contently, snuggling against Lyddie as the other woman pulled her close. “You deserved it babe,” she murmured, completely relaxed, her eyes fluttering shut until she felt her Nathan crawl atop the bed next to her, fitting himself to her body and pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder.

“I think next time we should spoil you,” he whispered, drawing a tired laugh to her swollen lips.

"That sounds amazing," Lydia sighed. "But I'll mercilessly tease you first, just so you get the full experience."

#misfits #nathan young x oc #nathan young #nathan x win #nathan x lyddie #otp: green apple lollipop #oc: win lewis #oc: lydia bellamy #oc stuff #collaboration #my writing

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Rue: Chapter 8 (Jasper Hale Imagine)

I'm back with another chapter! Can't say I'm very proud of this chapter, it's mostly just fillers and trying to tie up some loose ends before diving head first into Adeline and Jasper's past and present situation in the next few chapters. But I want to explore a bit just where the two stands in this relationship first and the personal dilemmas either of them are in respectively. And I certainly hope I've done Alice her justice!

But tell me what you think! Until next time!

Robin ;)

When they returned to the house, the others were still where they had left them. Everyone seemed to heave a relieved sigh when they saw that their heads and limbs were still one with their torsos. As if they were going to tear each other apart.

But of course there were far more ways to be hurt than being physically mauled to pieces. Jasper though humourlessly to himself.

“Adeline will be staying with us for a little while.” He announced nonchalantly.

The others only remained mute, gawking at the pair, as if they could not believe their ears for what they had just heard.

Adeline immediately gave a smile so bright it was practically irritating. “Threatened into submission, yes. And no, I won’t be of any trouble. I’ll be out of your hair in no time.”

Jasper shot her a wary look. What was she playing at now?

But the more he disapproved the more enthusiastic she appeared.

Esme and Carlisle were the first to recover from their shock.

“Oh you’ll be of no trouble to us at all, dear.” Esme had quickly warmed up to the girl. “Any friend of Jasper’s are a friend of ours.” She gestured for the girl to follow her into the house. “Come we’ll find you a room and some fresh clothes for you.”

“I’ll have whichever room that is the farthest from Jasper’s if you will, Mrs Cullen.” Her extra loud response was heard by everyone in the household.

It was apparent that she would not be civil with him and was going to make this month an absolute nightmare for him, to put his patience to his test. But for all the spite and pettiness, for a second he thought he saw a glimpse of the playful girl he had known all those years ago. And it thrusted him into a weird headspace. It was an exhilaration mixed with a crushing nervousness, the more she taunted him, the more his anticipation grew.

She was issuing her own challenge towards him.

He had to fight off a growing smile.

The others however seemed to take pity of the predicament he was in. Edward only shook his head at him, as if he had just grown another head on his shoulder, no doubt in disapproval of the pair; while Bella grinned, amused by the entire situation, probably reminded of her first encounter with the family herself. Rosalie’s distaste was evident on her face, taking an instant dislike towards Adeline. Clicking her tongue in annoyance, she was the first to voice her irritation.

“What do you think you’re doing Jasper?” She hissed. “You’re inviting a stranger into our house. A hybrid no less! What will the Volturi do if they get wind of this?”

“Oh come now Rose, must we go through this every single time?” Jasper rubbed his temple and sighed.

“What?” She retorted.

“Your aversion to strangers.”

“I do not have an aversion to strangers!” Rosalie stomped her foot in petulance.

Emmett immediately wrapped a comforting arm around the other. “C’mon babe, it’ll be fun. I mean it’s not everyday you get to see Jasper losing his cool.”

“I didn’t, Emmett.”

“You totally did man! You ran out just to chase after the girl, I mean c’mon Jas- Ow! What was that for?!”

“My hand must’ve slipped.” Jasper kept his face cool, even if he did just whacked Emmett in the head.”

“Children.” Carlisle admonished softly. “Be nice, she’s still our guest and she can hear the lot of you.”

The crowd finally broke off to return to their respective engagements. All through their banter/ discussion Alice had remained silent, and when the conversation ended she immediately ducked out of the room, with Rosalie and Emmett following close behind.

“Renesmee will be ecstatic to known that her friend’s back.” Jasper heard Bella murmur to Edward as they both headed towards their cottage.

“Bella, she doesn’t even know her like that.” For afar, he could still hear the wariness in Edward’s voice. Jasper made a mental note to ask Edward about it later.

Only Carlisle lingered. He could sense the concern from the other man and he turned back again to acknowledge it.

“Something on your mind Carlisle?”

“Are you sure about this Jasper?”

Always with the straightforwardness, he mused to himself. “You mean the bond?”

“No, I mean this. This arrangement.” Carlisle gestured to the girl somewhere in the house. “Are you sure this is what you want? For her to be here?”

“Yes.” He answered in a heartbeat. He needed answers and he needed to know, just how changed she had become. And he can’t imagine any way, other than the bet, to trap her here for the moment, for awhile at least. For them to be forced to be reacquainted with each other. If he did not act then, there was no other way for him to stop her leaving. She was a free individual after all, and what else could he do other than physically restraining her and forcing her to stay?

“And Alice?”

He did not have a clever answer for that.

Because indeed he did not have a solution to that.

In the days that followed, both had avoided him like the plague. Both had taken to hiding in their own respective part of the house; Adeline had taken the loft and Alice had moved out of their own room and into one of the guest rooms. He had returned from his hunt one day and half of their room had been emptied out.

It was like a slap to his face.

Dear Alice, sweet Alice. In the end, just as she had said, she would not be the obstacle between him and Adeline. This was her best wishes for him; by giving up on them. He supposed it was only fair that he should let her go as she had pleaded. He had no right to court another while still demanding love from another. But this separation still pained him immensely.

It tore his heart into two.

He could not throw away 70 years of love away just like that. And he could not hurt Alice like that, could not let her break things off herself one-sidedly, without even a word or acknowledgement.

His mind was made.

He found her in her usual spot; the hollow in the ferns. Of course Alice had anticipated him, she simply gave him a watery smile before burying her face into his chest.

“This is the last time.” She sighed into his chest.

Yet even this promise was another knife to his conscience.

“How are you feeling?” He murmured tenderly into her hair.

Alice looked up and tried her best to smile through her unshed tears. “Jasper, I- She’s beautiful. So much more lovelier in person and in broad daylight. I can see why you still love her, even now…”

“Alice…” Jasper sighed, bringing his hands to hold her cheeks gently. “You don’t have to compare yourself to Adeline. It wasn’t her beauty I fell in love with; and neither did I love you for your looks only. You’re lovable just by being you.”

That seemed to cheer her up, for a bit at least. For she beamed and chuckled. But then as quickly as it happened, she was instantly back to her distracted self.

“I switched out all of the pictures of us and moved out everything into the guest room so that she wouldn’t get the wrong idea.”

Can someone really just pack up 70 years worth of love and time and memories into one container and just throw it all away? Never to be seen in the light of day. As if nothing ever happened. Can anyone?

Alice kept on blabbering, though was it to distract him or was it simply to distract herself, only she would know.

“I don’t think it’s right for us to be staying in the same room anymore. So I took the liberty to move out the moment she came.”

“Alice.”

“Just tell me if you need any of our stuff I’ll return it to you discreetly-”

“Alice!”

That seemed to shake her from her monologue and she gulped visibly, ready for whatever Jasper had to say next.

He didn’t want to pull an Adeline on Alice. No, no. He wanted to get this through to her. Whether they remain amicable as friends or part ways in bitterness, he had to get it through to her. He owed her this. Not a cold hearted ‘thanks for your time but my soulmate is here now so you can leave’. He needed to convey to her just what she meant and will always mean to him.

A stream of light in the dark, a breath of fresh air in his long and suffocating life of guilt and torment.

She had to know that without her, he would have been gone all those years ago.

“I don’t- I don’t want you to think that Adeline is any better than you, in terms of anything, not beauty, not intellect or personality. Because she’s not. You’re you and she’s she. Don’t ever change Alice, always be the energetic manic pixie that you are. Be yourself.

“Whatever happened between me and Adeline is between us, whether it’s karma for us to meet again now. It has nothing to do with you no matter what. You rescued me from myself and I will always always be grateful to you and if we could only continue be friends after all this-”

“But we will.” Already Alice’s grin was getting bigger and bigger, though there was a wistfulness in her eyes. “You saved me too you know; countless times.”

“I- Just… thank you…” He took her hand in his and gingerly caressed them. “And I want you to know that, I have loved you all these years as a friend, as a sister and as a lover. And I will always love you.”

“Just not that way you love Adeline.”

“No, I suppose not.” Jasper smiled self-depreciatingly.

“It’s alright, she’s your mate.” Alice blinked owlishly.

But Jasper shook his head slowly, contemplatively. “No, it’s more than that.”

“Oh?”

“It’s…” And yet he couldn’t put into words, just what this inexplicable feeling is.

“You’ll get there.” Alice’s smile pulled him back to reality. “Take your time.”

“Time, she won’t give me enough.” Jasper let out a sigh, then returned his attention to the little pixie. “But I didn’t come here to talk about my problems. I came to talk about you.”

Alice’s lips quirked up again. “Silly man. You know I’ll never hold a grudge against you.” Then her eyes grew distant as if she was looking into a time faraway. “I suppose my only wish is that… someday I’ll find someone like Adeline is to you.”

“You will.” Jasper leaned in to place a chaste kiss on her forehead before pulling back to look into those pair of clear liquid gold.

“I have no doubt in that.”

The loft, in her opinion, was wonderful. It was warm and cozy; the ceiling was slanted with a skylight window mounted on the roof that opened up to a scenery of trees canopies and from her vantage point she could just make out the mountainous terrain in the distance. And when she laid on her simple mattress and pillow, Adeline could watch the stars pass and the light change as it filtered into the room. Esme had insisted that it was too small for a guest and had pressed her to move into the guest room downstairs. But she loved the coziness and the skyline far too much to give it up.

Her room was otherwise bare, save for the stacks of books she had managed to snag from the library downstairs; and the few clothes that a silently fuming Rosalie had thrown out. Her worn satchel bag hung up in the corner, the leather peeling and showing at the corners. And an actual functioning laptop the Cullens had gotten her from Port Angeles.

This was more luxury than she ever had in the last couple of years since breaking off from her father.

She should be content with all the arrangement. She really should.

Yet despite it all, Adeline felt a profound sense of emptiness gnawing at her. A growing sense of dissatisfaction, of boredom.

She avoided the Cullens to the best of her ability, especially Jasper and Edward, because she couldn’t find it in herself to face the former and because she desperately needed her privacy from the latter. But she couldn’t help observing them from afar.

It was amazing how people of different walks of life could come together and find in one another a family they could turn to even at their lowest. The maternalistic Esme, Carlisle the patriarch of the family. Edward and Bella’s own little perfect family; all the other siblings. Even the ever disagreeable Rosalie was fiercely protective of her family.

She thought of her own flesh and blood and had to scoff.

Tatiana and father would be in hysterics if she even so much as suggest playing at house. As for all the others, well she couldn’t even recall half of them. And the only ones she could play pretend with, she did not have the heart to disturb their peace.

From her point by the window, she could see clearly the entire family gathered at the backyard around a bonfire, chilling around in the growing twilight. Renesmee was dancing around her parents, chatting incessantly about something; the couples were lost in their little world, soaking up in the presence of the other. And in the corner, there was Jasper and Alice sharing a benching, with their backs to her.

There was something she couldn’t pinpoint as she watched the two smile at each other, shoulders occasionally bumping, elbowing each other when a joke was shared.

An intimacy of sorts.

Then Jasper suddenly threw his head back and laughed without abandon at what Alice had said.

Adeline’s eyes widened, and her heart gave a violent thump.

In that moment, despite it all, Adeline wished more than anything that it was her who was beside him, that it was her who had made him laugh without a care.

It used to be me. She thought bitterly. And I gave it all away-

No, no, no, no. She stopped her thought immediately; she was not getting there again. Adeline rested her forehead against the window glass, letting the coolness calm her thoughts, putting a lid of the emotions that was threatening to leak out.

Take deep breaths. She psyched herself. You just need to get through this month, whatever bullshit Jasper sprouts, they’re all just lies. The minute this month ends, you’ll never have to see him ever again. You’ve done this before Adeline, you can do it again.

Her breathing evening, Adeline turned away to lay back into bed and buried her face into the pillow.

This was going to be another long and sleepless night.

“So Adeline,” Renesmee asked as they walked along the mountain trail. “Will you tell me more about yourself?”

Adeline sighed inwardly. So much for trying her best to avoid the family.

As soon as Renesmee had heard about Adeline’s arrival, she had practically begged to spend time with her new ‘friend’. Adeline herself was no match to the child’s begging and before long she already found herself agreeing to it. As for the father, albeit wary of the other, Edward’s stubbornness had finally crumbled under his daughter’s incessant begging and puppy eyes. So here they were, Adeline and Renesmee at the front, Jasper and Edward hanging not far behind. Renesmee had her arms securely wrapped around Adeline’s and she was practically hanging off like a monkey. Adeline had to laugh at that, the child was grinning gleefully from ear to ear.

“And what would you like to know?”

“When and where were you born?”

“I was born in 1789 in French Louisiana.”

“Then you’re more than 200 years old?!” Renesmee exclaimed. “Wow, that’s pretty old! Though that would make Grandpa Carlisle the oldest I know still, he’s from England from the 1660s I think.”

Adeline chuckled. “There are many more ancient than you know of Renesmee. Compared to them we’d be all babies in their eyes.”

“That’s true I guess.” The child mused. “And how was it like? To grow up during that time? Were your parents kind to you?”

Adeline felt her smile falter.

“My mother died giving birth to me, and my father wasn’t even aware of my existence when I was born. He never raised me.”

Surprised by her sudden bitter reply, Renesmee shrank back as if bitten and frowned to herself as she muttered a quick apology. “Oh… I’m sorry.”

“Well to be fair, it’s not your fault.” She tried to keep up the nonchalant facade. It shouldn’t sting anymore now, not after all these years. “It’s just that… Not every parent love each other as much as your parents do Renesmee. And not all people are brave enough to protect and save their loved ones like your father did.”

But it did stung. It stung to see there was actually someone who was willing to protect and save his beloved from death, instead of leaving them to die. She thought of her mother whom she had never known. In the depths of her heart, resentment mixed with guilt stirred and she had to clamp it all down before they surfaced.

“On the bright side.” Adeline continued quickly in forced cheerfulness. “My sister Henriette was there to raise me, and when she married, my brother-in-law Ralph was also there to take up half the burden. I had a nephew Timothee growing up with me, he became a military officer and was stationed in Texas.”

At the mention of Texas, Renesmee swiftly took a peek at the two adults deep in conversation at the back and then pressed her hand deep into Adeline’s. She gasped felt a shock as warmth ran through their touching hands, then she saw a vision of Jasper and a question directed at her. Was that where the two of you met?

The vision faded and she turned to Renesmee in astonishment, whose eyes were twinkling with mischief.

“What was that just now?” Adeline asked, still reeling from the shock.

Renesmee giggled in glee and made a grab of her hands to intertwine them together. It’s a special ability of mine. I can show you my thoughts and memory when I touch you. We can talk like this?

Spending a long minute to recover from her initial shock and astonishment, Adeline returned a wide grin towards the girl. “Then you must show me all of Jasper’s dirty little secret.”

Promise.

They continued on their merry way up the peak, Renesmee continuing her bombard of questions.

“Are there many like us?”

“I’m sure there are plenty out there just like us… I have quite some siblings myself.” Adeline stared forward in reminiscence. “Like me, like you.”

“Oh?”

“I have a younger sister, a bit younger than you. Bubbly little thing, although maybe a little bit too smart for her age.” Adeline smiled at Renesmee. “The two of you would be the best of friends.”

“Really?” Renesmee eye’s were twinkling in excitement. “Can I meet her? Can I? Can I?”

“Well I’m sure if your father agrees it’s not impossible.”

Squealing in delight, Renesmee turned back to make a beeline for her father. Adeline watched on, somewhat amused, as the child tackled her father with an enthusiasm that Edward did not mirrored. Edward caught his daughter expertly, and in between giving her incessant chatter and his replies, he shot Adeline dirty looks, as if accusing her of corrupting his daughter already. Pursing her lips petulantly, Adeline turned her attention to the other man by Edward’s side. There was an equally amused yet also tender look on Jasper’s face, and before she realised what she was doing, she made a face at Jasper.

Catching herself only far too late, Adeline frowned and quickly turned to continue on her way. But Jasper had already seen it and in a heartbeat he was by her side, falling in step as they ventured on. It had felt so natural then, yet now it unnerved her to no end to even have the man at her side.

Stupid idiot! For a second she wanted to slap herself in the face so hard. What were you thinking!

Adeline tried her hardest to keep her attention straight ahead, but it proved to be harder with every passed second. They were so close now their shoulders were practically touching, and it made her uneasy, this invasion into her personal space and boundary.

Soulmate my ass. She thought to herself. She couldn’t even bring herself to look him in the eye.

If Jasper sensed any of her unease he didn’t make a show of it. Instead he casually continued to walk beside her, taking in the scenery as he did.

“So what were the two of you conspiring about? Hopefully not my demise.” Jasper was the first to break the ice.

“Nothing worthy of your worry.” She retorted. “She only asked me about my childhood. And anyways I’m well aware the two of you were eavesdropping on us at the back.”

Jasper hummed, seemingly unaffected that he was found out so easily.

“The two of you weren’t exactly on the softer side during your discussion.”

Adeline scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“So…." Trying to find another topic to continue the conversation, Jasper continued his speaking. “Henriette huh, she’s your sister and not your grandmother.”

“Well yes.” Adeline frowned, wondering where this was going. “I couldn’t really continue posing as her sister as she got older while I still looked practically the same.”

“What happened to her in the end?”

“She died.” Adeline shrugged. “As all men do. I buried her myself.”

Jasper looked away uncomfortably. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She kept her reply nonchalant. “She had a wonderful life, devoted husband, successful son, an undead sister who remembers her still. I’d say she had a pretty decent life.”

She hated how curt her replies were; hated how everyone was trying to stir up emotions from the depths of her soul, to break this tranquility she had maintained all these years. For God's sake she didn’t want to be sentimental at all!

She desperately needed a change of subject.

“So…”

He could feel the uneasiness Adeline radiated, the surge of emotion within her when he mentioned Henriette, could practically see the cogwheels turning in her head, trying in vain to steer the conversation away from the painful subject of her past. Somehow it always came to this. Jasper thought. He had only meant to be friendly, but things got awkward fast enough so that neither could carry out any kind of meaningful conversation.

“So…” He continued to listen on as Adeline struggle to speak. “so I didn’t realise…That this family was supposed to be gifted!” She finally exclaimed.

“If Edward is a telepath and Renesmee is a... um able to communicated with touch, who else is gifted here? Don’t tell me Rosalie’s power is being ultra beautiful.”

“Huh…" Jasper turned to look at her in astonishment before quirking his lips at the idea of it. “She wish.” Continuing to observe his partner for her reactions, Jasper continued. “Well I guess you could say that we have a few gifted persons in the family. Bella has a sort of um... mental force field, she’s the only one Edward can’t mind read.”

Adeline’s brow shot up at that. “Go on.”

“Alice is a seer, she can see the future... though she can only see vampires and humans in her vision. She can’t see the future of your kinds very clearly.” If not we would’ve seen you coming years ago.

“And you?” Adeline turned to look at him, her face impassive, waiting for a response.

Her impassiveness made him uncomfortable, for a moment he didn’t know how much should he let on, for fear of how she would react. Betrayed? Mistrustful and wary of manipulation? Would she think herself manipulated into staying? Lucky for him, she was not a mind reader. But he didn’t want to be deceitful.

If there was one thing he wanted, it was to be truthful to her from the start. He wanted to rebuild the trust between them. Their relationship may be unsalvageable, but he didn’t need to give her more reasons to distrust him.

Jasper swallowed reflexively. “I’m an empath. I can feel and manipulate the emotions of others.”

“Oh!” She blinked and gave a little exclamation, expression unreadable. “That’s... impressive.” She finally commented flatly.

They lapsed into an awkward silence then, both stalling, waiting for the other to speak first.

“Then... what am I feeling right now?” She suddenly asked out of the blue.

He briefly wondered if she was testing his ability. But he needn’t focus anymore than he was doing already, Adeline was practically radiating with mistrust and nervousness.

“You don’t trust me.”

Adeline opened and closed her mouth like a fish then; clearly not knowing what to say.

“It’s alright. It makes people uncomfortable more than half the time... I’m not going to manipulate your emotions to me.” Jasper laughed depreciatingly.

“Have you?” She questioned softly.

Jasper started at the question.

“No I haven’t.” His answer was curt and perhaps a little cross. He was hurt that she would think him capable of doing something so low.

Now it was getting even more awkward.

“I’m sorry…" she finally mumbled.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.”

Silence ensued again.

He desperately tried to grapple for something to speak while Adeline was clearly fidgeting more and more by his side.

“You’ve got hidden talents up your sleeves too don’t you.”

“I…" Adeline glanced at him nervously, eyes shifting, no doubt contemplating whether it was safe for her to disclose so much to him. Whether he would use it for leverage or manipulate her weakness if the time required it. He couldn’t help the bitterness that came with the thought.

“You don’t need to deny it, I’ve seen the way you seemed to disappear into thin air; and the way you fight... there’s this sort of instinct there... it felt like you were acting long before you were thinking or even realising it.”

“Concealment.” Adeline shrugged. “If I focus enough, I can conceal my scent and myself so that no one can find or see me. It’s useful during escapes.”

“And the other…?"

Adeline stiffened visibly, her right hand coming up unconsciously to finger her earlobe, playing with the earring there; it was a nervous habit of hers, and he was somewhat surprised to see it still after years.

“It’s not really exactly a power or sorts... it’s more of an instinct…" she frowned trying to find the correct word to explain herself. “It’s like a voice that talks to me, warns me of all the dangers around me... and sometimes I see signs... everywhere. It’s a bit hard to explain.”

“And… what is your instinct telling you now?” Jasper held his breath, bracing for the answer he wasn’t sure he actually wanted.

She narrowed her eyes at him then, scrutinising, those pretty cornflower orbs darkening. Her eyes raked over his features, as if searching for an answer.

“Nothing. It’s telling me nothing.”

She finally said before turning away and marching onward.

Except it did tell her things, her instinct

It told her things that scared her as much as if it were telling her that her father was near.

Or maybe even more.

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perriewinklenerdie · 4 years

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Hand in my hand (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

A/N: Hello, hello, hello! We back, how we feeling, fam? Everyone alive? When I say I got thrown into the writing pit after yesterday’s chapter, I mean I was *slammed* against the wall, not the first and certainly not the last time either. So, it is a rewrite of two scenes in particular, with my own twist and added touches cause I couldn’t help myself :D

Special thanks to my friend @strawberrwess for coming up with a line in here and letting me use it <3

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The administrative office is strangely empty and quiet when they enter, the artificial lighting making the white of the walls and furniture even brighter. After making sure that they were alone, twice, for the good measure, Claire strode towards the desk, leaning forward to catch a glimpse of the screen. It was unlocked, there for the taking

“Is it bad that I was expecting that to be the case? Amateurs.” she muttered under her breath, causing Ethan to let out a laugh that he had to stifle. Claire sat down on the chair, clicking a few buttons on the keyboard, her eyes scanning the information before her. Ethan walked over to her side, putting his hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

“Let me, I’m more familiar with their system.” He spoke gently, their eyes locking for a brief moment when she stood up to make space for him, their faces in close proximity long enough for his thoughts to get swarmed with all kinds of images that threatened to overwhelm him and make him throw all this inhibitions to the wind and just reach for her.

Claire moved to the door, leaning against the frame, watching the hallway for anyone that might sink their mission. Meanwhile, Ethan took the seat and got to work. He combed through the files, looking for the name of the senator, but it proved to be more work than he anticipated, for his eyes kept straying to Claire. She was keeping guard, but more often than not, he felt her gaze on him, and found it incredibly distracting.

“Is there something on your mind, Claire?” he smirked, directing his attention back to the task at hand.

“I like looking at fine things, Ethan. That’s all.” She shrugged her shoulders, looking back towards the corridor. “So how often do you come here?”

“Very occasionally. I’m consulting on a research project with an immunologist which requires me to come by a few times a year, but I largely try to avoid the place.” Ethan answered offhandedly, his tone neutral for the most part, sparking up only when he mentioned his research.

“Because of Tobias?” after receiving no answer from him, she carried on. “Ethan, Tobias seems to enjoy messing with you.”

“Oh, he does. He messes with everyone, I’m no exception here.” He nodded after a moment of consideration, without delving into the memories too much.

“Even when you were friends?”

“Of course. After all, we were both troublemakers. But while I was direct with challenging my authority figures, he always was a prankster.” A ghost of a smile appeared on his face as he recalled his first med school year.

“Challenging your authority figures, huh?” Claire grinned widely, looking back outside to make sure they were safe before walking towards him. “Do you mind me challenging you, Dr. Ramsey?”

“No, as long as I get to challenge you too, Dr. Herondale, I don’t.” he looked up at her, electricity humming softly in the air around them. After a long, intense moment, he continued. “We had one particularly uptight professor with some… very outdated theories. Tobias swapped out his projector slides with rude drawings.”

“You draw?” she asked, surprised, laughing when he nodded.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Is there anything you can’t do? Actually, don’t answer that, I don’t think I want to know. Don’t burst the bubble for me.” Claire held her hand up, looking over her shoulder to check on their situation. “What kind of ‘rude drawings’ did you do?”

“What makes you think it was me?”

“Was it not you?” her eyebrow shot up in a question. He held his breath, fighting to keep a straight face, before ultimately failing and laughing warmly. “Thought so. So, what was it?”

“Some women and men in very revealing poses.” He admitted, his cheeks reddening slightly. Claire giggled, her eyes widening a bit. Nodding her head, she brushed her hand against his shoulder.

“If you ever need a model, hit me up.”

“I’m going to pretend I understood the last part of that sentence and accept your offer. Anytime, Rookie.” He mused softly, his hand moving to brush his fingers against hers, twining them for a short moment. Wordlessly, they spent the next few seconds, reveling in the quiet comfort of each other’s closeness. Eventually, they fell back into the everyday world, him going back to searching for the senator’s name on the long list of patients while she retreated to her previous spot by the door.

“Anyway, the professor did the whole two-hour lecture without one looking back to notice why we were laughing. Me? I always preferred calling him an idiot to his face.”

“Sounds like you.” she teased him, moving her weight from one foot to the other. “It also sounds like you two were having a lot of fun together.”

All he did was hum quietly, then his attention was focused solely on the task at hand. His smile fell as he sat back in the chair, confirming what they both were afraid of. “There is no Farrugia anywhere in the hospital. Are we sure June’s tip was reliable?”

“I think so… Could he be under a pseudonym? Would a hospital allow that?” Claire’s confusion was clear on her face as she walked over to him, leaning against the desk, folding her arms over her chest.

Ethan nodded, deep in thoughts. “It’s possible. But that means we need to figure out what a senator neither of us has ever met would use as an alias.”

“But it may not have been the senator who came up with the alias at all…” she trailed off, the gears in her head turning. Letting out a deep breath, she spoke up. “Okay, what do we know about Tobias? He would have been the one to admit the senator, and it seems unlikely he’d pick a name at complete random.”

“No, almost nobody would.” He agreed, leaning forward, resting his head on his hands.

“Can you think of any name that might have popped into his head? A relative, or friend, or-“

“Dwight Theodore Lewis III.” He stated firmly, a spark in his eyes. Claire shifted in her place, turning to face him more directly.

“Who?”

A smirk lit up his face when he recalled that piece of information. “It was the name of Tobias’s fake I.D. He kept it framed on his desk as a memorial to ‘all the good times’ they shared. He used it any time he needed to avoid getting in trouble.”

“Great.” She drummed her fingers against the surface of the desk in excitement. “So is there a Dwight Theodore Somebody the Somethingth in the records?”

A few clicks later, a file popped up on the screen and Ethan turned fully towards her with a wide and satisfied grin. “Room 734. That’s in the V.I.P. wing.”

“Kenmore had a literal V.I.P. wing?”

“There’s more than one reason I despise this place.” He muttered under his breath, sharing a knowing gaze with her. He opened his mouth to say something else when the voice of a woman reached their ears, indicating she was approaching them. They both froze, uncertain what to do. Not enough time to run and nowhere to hide, about to be caught.

With no warning, Ethan reached from his seat for her, his hand grabbing the front of her scrubs, and pulled her onto him. She stumbled, her knees hitting the chair, hands grabbing onto his shoulders to keep her balance. He looked up at her, eyes locking for a brief moment, and she couldn’t find a sliver of hesitation if she tried. His hands pressed firmly against her back, pushing her onto him even more, and with one, small movement from him, his lips touched hers urgently, like he couldn’t wait a second more, like he’d combust if he had to stay away from her.

The intensity took her breath away. Her heart stopped beating, only to pick up its pace the moment it came back to life, her head spinning. She twined her fingers into his hair, pulling on the strands to pull him closer, even though it was humanly impossible to do so. Their faces were as close as they could possibly be.

“Oh! Uh… Sorry!” the same female voice rang behind them, but neither noticed nor cared. Retreating footsteps were barely acknowledged, for they were far too gone. The lady closed the door to provide them privacy, making Ethan grateful, mostly because it allowed him fully sit her in his lap. He grabbed her by the hips and hauled her into the sitting position, her knees locking him down in the chair.

A soft sigh slipped past her lips when Ethan directed his kisses down her neck, moving aside his own lab coat, a bit too big and hanging loose on her body, then the material of her scrubs, to reveal the skin on her collarbone, teasing it lightly with his lips. Claire shifted on top of her, drawing a strangled groan from him.

Ethan stood up and carried her onto the desk, stepping in between her legs, kissing her like there was no tomorrow. His hands were running up and down her back, holding her in place, closely to him, while her fingers combed through his hair gently. Claire’s heels grazed against the back of his thighs briefly, preventing him from stepping away at the same time.

When the kiss finally broke, they were both out of breath and out of mind. He leaned away from her, with no enthusiasm, wanting nothing more than to dive back into her and never stop kissing her. Knowing that they both had duties to fulfil, he reluctantly moved back, though his hold on her never lessened.

“We should… We need to…” he panted as he spoke, his eyes darkened with desire. Claire nodded, grinning widely at how certain he was in all his movements.

“Room 734. Yeah.”

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Her laughter ringed in the air as her and Baz ran out of the hospital through the main entrance, not daring to look back and see if Tobias was still following them. Just then, ever the savior, Ethan pulls up in front of them, slamming the brakes. He called out through the open window.

“Need a ride?” unsurprisingly, he was incredibly smug about it. Baz laughed, throwing himself towards the back seat.

“This is just like a movie!”

“My hero.” Claire giggled, opening and closing the door to the passenger’s seat hastily. She turned her head towards the building, just in time to see Tobias bursting out of the entrance. “Ethan, hit it!”

His foot slammed on the accelerator, the car speeding away, leaving Tobias far behind them. Looking back at his form that was getting smaller and smaller, she noticed his amused smirk. “Looks like this round goes to Edenbrook.”

She then turned back around, letting out a relieved laugh as her forehead fell against Ethan’s shoulder. He looked at her briefly, a soft smile lighting up his face. Claire leaned back into her seat a moment later, her breathing evening out.

“So, did our plan work?” he asked, relaxing when the tension left him.

“Like a charm. We should be expecting the senator to join us in the hospital soon.” She grinned, her heartbeat picking up when Ethan looked at her again, his eyes softening.

The silence was comfortable, a striking contrast to the adrenaline-driven events that took place just minutes ago. Ethan kept stealing glances at Claire, Claire kept on brushing her fingers against his, seemingly by accident.

“You two can hold hands, you know?” Baz’s voice rang from the backseat, causing them to freeze in their movements.

“We don’t-“

“Why would you-“

“Oh, come on. You couldn’t be more obvious if you tried. Both of you are flushed, your lips are bruised, not that I have any idea or want to know when you two found the time to make out on a mission. So, please.” He laid it all out for them, then leaned forward, grabbing their hands and joining them firmly. “Commit to it, dammit.”

Ethan fought the overwhelming smile, tried to bite it down, but ultimately failed and just accepted it, his fingers tangling with hers. Claire nodded, catching Baz’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He winked at her knowingly, then sat back in his seat with a satisfied smile.

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stillchaoticlogic · 4 years

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Falling: Chapter 4

Pairing: Raihan x Reader

Falling in love is easy…

It’s falling out of love that’s the hard part.

As you try to run from old feelings you meet someone who is determined to bring the spark back into your eyes. Raihan isn’t sure what happened in the past and he doesn’t care. He’s got one shot to make you his and he’s going to take it.

First Chapter: Here

Second Chapter: Here

Third Chapter: Here

Lose You to Love Me

*One Year Ago*

Five challengers…

You had five challengers today and that last one almost got you. Pure exhaustion is the only thing your body processes at the moment. Your team is exhausted and you are beginning to wonder if you asked too much of them today.

You couldn’t relinquish your title though… Not yet…

Kukui walks into the locker room with his usual smile and excited greeting.

“That was amazing! You were insane out there!” He praises and you preen under his words.

“Thanks, Kukui! That last one almost had me…”

“Nah! I knew you wouldn’t lose, that’s why you’re the champion!” he walks up to you and puts his hands on your shoulders giving them a gentle rub.

“You’re really tense though… Maybe you need a spa day or something?”

“Yeah, I think that would be good for me and my team.”

He nods, “I’ll set one up for you! I can’t have my champion getting burnt out!”

In your head, you heard something else entirely. That had been happening a lot lately, you wish he would refer to you as his. You want more from him than just friendship and the immense guilt that comes with those thoughts. You adore him, but you know he’s married. Happily married. Also, his wife is awesome and she’s a friend of yours. Which only amplifies your feelings of guilt.

“Want to grab dinner? Burnet is staying at the lab tonight. We could get sushi?”

And then he does that…

“Yeah, let’s get dinner! I’m starving!” you readily agree.

How can you say no to him?

“Great! Get cleaned up and then we’ll head out! We’ll go to our favorite place, yeah?”

“Yeah…”

It’s not even anything big that you miss, it’s the little moments like sushi with your best friend, that you had fallen in love with, that you miss the most. You roll over onto your side and heave a sigh gazing at the red numbers of the cheap alarm clock. It’s not even 11 O’clock and you can’t sleep. You tap Rotom to wake him up and apologize as he buzzes sleepily to life.

“Call Ku-” you stop yourself short, you can’t call him anymore.

“Call Raihan.”

“Hello?” questions a sleepy Raihan, “Evrthin’ okay?”

“I woke you didn’t I?”

“S’okay….”

“I can’t sleep…”

“What’s wrong?” His voice sounds clearer as he begins to shake the sleep off.

“You want to get a pizza?”

“Are you inviting me over?”

“...yes…” you murmur hesitantly, unsure of what you want from him exactly.

“I want meat lovers and I’ll be there in about 20 minutes.”

You smile to yourself as you pull up the pizza app and place your order for two pizzas. You aren’t surprised when Raihan shows up at your door with the pizzas in hand.

“He was in the lobby so I just thought I would grab them for us.”

“Thanks… for coming… for everything…”

“No problem! Now, what do you want to do.”

You love that he doesn’t ask what is wrong. That he’s ignoring the way your eyes are a little puffy from crying earlier. That he doesn’t ask questions that you don’t want to answer. He is just here.

The two of you walk over to the little sitting area in the suite you are in and flip through the new releases. You both eventually settle on a comedy and you don’t really think about it as you rest your head on his shoulder as he drapes his arm around you. You don’t think about the way you curl into his side and you don’t think about how peaceful it is to just sit next to him and laugh at the absurd movie playing before you. You don’t think about the entire pizza the two of you devour each. You don’t think about anything at all except how nice it is that he’s beside you.

You feel peace for the first time in a long time.

You wake up the next morning to the sound of a phone ringing. You glance up at Raihan as he stirs and you both blink into the early morning sun shining through the curtains.

“Hello?” Raihan’s voice is gruff with sleep and you suppress a shiver as you bury your face into his neck. You try to convince yourself it’s from cold and not the way his voice sounds coated in sleep. The arm that is already around you gives you a squeeze and you glance up at him.

“Yeah… Umm…. I’m with (Y/N)...”

“What?! What do you mean you’re with (Y/N)?” You hear Leon say through the receiver.

“She called me last night and asked me to come over so I did. We fell asleep while watching a movie.”

“Okay…”

You pull the phone from Raihan and hold it up to your ear, “What time are you coming? Do you think you can bring Raihan a change of clothes and his toiletries?”

“Umm… yeah… I can… do that… What is happening?” Leon asks in confusion.

“Nothing is happening Leon, we just had a movie night.”

“Okay…”

“Don’t say that like you don’t believe me,” you grumble to the man on the other end.

“Yes, ma’am!” Leon says somewhere between jokingly and seriously. You aren’t quite sure where he lands, you don’t think he knows either.

You untangle yourself from Raihan and stretch before you head into the separate bedroom.

“Once I’m done showering you want to go?!” You yell from the bedroom.

“Sure! You want breakfast? Coffee?”

“Yes to it alllll! Could you get me oatmeal though? That pizza isn’t as good of an idea this morning.”

You hear him laugh, “You got it, my queen! Anything else?”

You smile to yourself at the nickname, or is this a pet name? You aren’t sure at the moment.

“Nope, I’m good!! Just hurry back! We have to catch a Dreepy today!!” You exclaim all traces of last night washed away in the morning light.

“Of course, we have to find you a couple of new powerhouses today.”

You giggle at the thought. “I really need to let Cerberus and Luna out for a run today too. Joker too…” you muse aloud to yourself as you pick out your outfit for the day. You can’t help but wonder if Raihan would like it.

Pulling on a pair of fitted black jeans and a deep blue top, you grab your belt and head out into the living area where Leon and Raihan are whispering among one another.

“Are you keeping secrets from me?” You ask with a smirk making the duo jump in surprise.

“Nope! Just guy stuff!” Leon answers his hand rubbing the back of his neck self consciously.

“Okay…” you murmur before addressing Raihan, “The shower is all yours.”

“Thanks!” He says with a smirk as he passes you on his way to the bathroom.

You fix Leon with your gaze and notice the way he swallows subtly. He just might be intimidated by you, this could be fun.

“So what were you two talking about?” You ask as you make your way over to the table and pick up the oatmeal and latte Raihan picked up for you.

“Nothing… you know just… stuff…”

“Ummm hmm…” you hum as you hold his gaze bringing the coffee to your lips and taking a sip. Your favorite drink swirling on your tongue. The first few times Raihan brought you coffee was a generic order, but this is your order. You blink in surprise as you gaze down at the cup in your hands.

“You look surprised,” Leon says a sly smirk sliding onto his face.

“It’s my order…” you say as you regard it with surprise.

“Raihan is pretty perceptive if he cares about someone he likes to show them.”

“Cares about them?”

“Yep, he really likes you, just remember that when you call him late at night…”

“What are you implying Leon?” You ask with an edge to your voice.

“Nothing,” he says as he holds his hands up in surrender.

“I’m not using Raihan if that’s what you're worried about.”

“I didn’t say it was, I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Perhaps think about your implications than before you voice them.”

“Why did you call him last night?”

You pause for a moment as you gaze into your food in thought.

“Do the thoughts in your head ever get so loud that the only way to quiet them is to pull yourself from your head and into reality?”

“...Yeah…”

“Things got too loud with my past last night and Raihan’s been really sweet about things so I figured...maybe… just him being there would make me feel better… and it did. It’s been so long since I haven’t had to hide myself or feelings from people and it’s just nice. He’s a great person and I really like just hanging out with him.”

Leon blinks at you in surprise.

“I see… I really didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine, you were looking out for your friend,” you say dismissively as you take a bite of your breakfast.

The silence that settles over the two of you is heavy as you check the news. You know you will be able to release your team for some much-needed training today, they aren’t used to being this inactive. Once Raihan has finished his shower you all head out into the Wild Area. The minute you step onto the grass you release your team.

Havoc your Garchomp, Ember your Ninetails, Aurora your Aloan Ninetails, Joker your Zoroark, Cerberus your Houndoom, and Lunatik your Midnight Lycanroc are all excited to be out and about. Both guys release their respective teams and you watch in amusement as they race around or play fight. You all leisurely make your away towards the Lake of Outrage.

You are surprised when a storm begins to brew out of nowhere and suddenly you are caught in the rain. Cerberus and Ember are especially displeased with the water and demand to be put back in their homes with Aurora following along quickly behind. The change in weather doesn’t seem to bother Havoc, Joker or Lunatik as the three of them rush ahead of you all only to run back a few moments later.

“This is perfect!” yells Raihan.

“Perfect?!” you yep back holding the hood of your jacket over your head against the wind.

“Yeah, the perfect storm for a Toxel…”

You smile as you rush towards the tall grass and begin to look around, it isn’t long until you stumble across several of the little guys all pouting about. You squeal as you take out your poke’balls and throw a few at the surprised baby pokemon. You check the stats to find out the information after deeming them acceptable you send them to your box.

“Why did you catch three of them?” questions Leon as he comes up behind you.

“I’m going to send one Hau to congratulate him on being the new champion.”

“You’re pretty close to the kid aren’t you?” Raihan asks.

“I’ve known him for several years and I have trained him on many occasions.”

“Did you train him to take your place?” Raihan asks.

“Smart boy,” you say with a smirk as you glance behind you.

“So you knew you didn’t want to be champion anymore?” Leon throws the questions over his shoulder from the lead.

“I did. There was a point last year where I knew I needed to start grooming my successor and I chose Hau. I don’t know that he ever really caught on until he beat me in that official match. It’s hero worship you know? You always feel that those you look up to will always be better than you.”

“Yeah... well... you’re still the queen in my book,” Raihan says with a wink as he glances over his shoulder at you. His canine winking at you with his smirk.

“Thanks, Raihan… The question is: when are you going to ask for that battle you’ve been itching for?”

“How do you know I’ve been itching to battle you?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at Havoc. You want to battle him so badly.”

He laughs, “You caught me! I do want to battle you! Maybe when you’re settled we can go to the ring? Make an event of it?”

“You want your crushing defeat on national television? I can roll with that…”

He barks another laugh, “I may not be so easy to beat…”

“You’re cute when you’re optimistic… I bet you’re downright adorable when you’ve been defeated…”

“I know this is technically supposed to be trash talk but you just called me cute and I’m going to leave it right there. Small victories you know?”

You threw your head back and laughed at him right as a large lake comes into view. You aren’t surprised when a Gyarados pops up out of the water and roars before diving back under. You feel the adrenaline kick up and you love it.

“This is crazy!” you yell as you peddle on the water bike racing the guys to the other side. Once there you look around at the pokemon in the area and you squeal in excitement. Several types are wandering around that you have never seen before. Quickly you begin to poke around the area with the boys following close behind you. Raihan is leaning against the wall as he watches you hang out in the tall grass. You are very still as you take in the pokemon and the new surroundings. You spend the next few hours asking Leon and Raihan about the pokemon that you come across that you don’t recognize. That is until you see a Dreepy floating close to a nearby rock peeking out at its surroundings.

Cautiously you creep up on the baby dragon and giggle before you engage it with a pokemon suited for catching it. It isn’t long until you’ve worn it down enough to capture it.

Pleased with the two baby pokemon you’ve caught today you all decide to continue your trip to Hammerlocke. You head back to the lake and hop onto the bike before you head across the lake. Gazing into the blue sky you feel that new feeling of peace that you are slowly getting familiar with. You aren’t prepared when out of nowhere a Gyrados leaps from the water right below you and sends you under in a matter of seconds. You are disoriented and you aren’t sure which way is up as you tumble about below the currents and the sea snake circles you. You can feel your chest tighten as what little air you have is slowly depleted. Vaguely you are aware of the Gyrados getting closer to you until an attack hits the water and it rears back before rushing towards what you assume is the surface. A blinding light catches your attention in the water and you notice floating beside you is Joker your Zoroark. He quickly grasps your hand before he makes his way to the surface.

The moment you break the surface of the water you inhale the biggest breath of air of your life. You are dazed and disoriented as you notice Raihan’s Flygon battling the Gyrados as the trainer himself rushes towards you on this bike. You see pieces of your own floating in the water near you, but you brush them away as Raihan hauls you onto this bike. His arms wrap instantly around you before he checks for injuries.

“Are you okay?!” he asks as he hugs you to him once more satisfied you aren’t in any imminent danger.

“I am…” you wheeze out.

“Are you sure?”

“Not really… I’ve had many life or death situations on my travels but this was the best yet…” You lean against Raihan in an attempt to rest and before you really know what happens, your already foggy brain shuts down and you pass out in his arms.

Notes: So sorry for the delay in stories! I’ve finally found my stride again and I’m feeling better about life. Thank you so much for checking on me and the well wishes for my kitty baby! If I didn’t answer it’s because I had a lot going on for a while that I needed to deal with, but you all made me smile nonetheless! Please comment or send me a message to let me know your thoughts!

#raihan #gym leader raihan #pokemon raihan #raihan x reader #raihan imagines #pokemon #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon scenarios #pokemon imagines #pokemon sword and shield #sword and shield fanfiction #sword and shield imagine

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lacewing707 · 3 years

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[Mind Blind] Trappers

Never have I thought I‘d write something that isn’t my first language (at least not this early), but I just love Mind Blind so much I have to do something to contribute to the fandom. Here’s a fanfiction about Nick and f!Button as a result. Dedicated to @mindblindbard for creating such an amazing game (And I would also like to apologize beforehand for the possible OOC.) Summary: a bit of Snickly, less bit of GrayxButton, and a whole bundle of Button’s monologue. Enjoy!

A small “click” echoes from across the room, taking over the quiet essence that previously engulfed the house. Someone is entering, and with only two people living in this place, it’s not hard to guess who it is by the door. My brother Nick, with a coat on his forearm and slightly disheveled hair, is trying too hard to loosen his tie, as if it would strangle him somehow should he fail. He seems to be in a more solemn mood than usual.

I cautiously edge over the sofa, taking a good look at his face. Dreadriness seems to drag down those poor brows on his forehead. When he notices my gaze, my brother slowly drags his eyes up to meet mine. One brief moment of tortured silence follows, then suddenly his shoulders loosen:

“It was you, wasn’t it?”

I grin, relieved to notice his confrontation sounds more of exasperation (or amusement dare I say) rather than of anger. His eyes crinkle with indulgence as a smile steadily plays on his lips. After all, Nick could never really be angry with me. I mean how could he, with his sweet, loving, adjective-adjective little sister, even if she kind of locked him in an empty room for hours, with no one but her best friend Sally, who happens to have a massive crush on him ever since elementary school.

Oops.

Now, before you all begin to judge, I just want to state that my intention is utterly and undoubtedly pure in heart. It was none other than a wedding vow under a Ferris wheel, with heaps of flowers blooming in the background like July fireworks. Sally is going to wear a lily-white dress, cascading down the curve of her body until it floods the ivory stone pavement. The color matches Nick’s ridiculously flashy suit, which...should not come as a surprise knowing how much of an extra he is; and when the pope finalizes the vow, standing aside a model bridesmaid as I am, I will be SCREAMING on top of my lungs “kiss already!” - or better yet, preparing to kiss alongside them, in the delightful scenario of a double wedding (in which the other spouse is definitely not decided by-the-by).

I admit, being stuck in a closed room is not the most creative way of starting a romance, very much beneath a creator such as myself. But you know what, Nick has always expected me to be innovative, so let’s surprise him with this epitome of cliché shall we? In fact, it can serve as a double trap, an unexpected tactic that could put the opponent off-guard and unprepared and, and…

Alright, screw it. After Rosy’s one hell of a training, I was exhausted, okay? Exhausted and, well... a bit lazy. Still, at this point, might as well just start throwing things aimlessly. I’m sick and tired of waiting for my best friend and my brother to be an item. For all I know, Sally’s feeling has been pretty clear, and I am sure there’s something from Nick’s side, but those doofuses just keep throwing at each other meaningless banter and even insisting on the weird, full-first-name basis. What was that all about?

The squeaky sound from one of the cupboards abruptly cuts through my train of thought. I raise my head, only to find Nick already standing beside the kitchen counter. Even though I did prank him a good deal, he still wants to make sure his sister has good nutrition for the night.

“How did you even get access to that room?” He wonders.

Well my dear brother, you obviously have not made aware of my very resourceful friend Glitch. It only took an avocado toast and some treats (vegan, of course!), made and packed by Nick with love. Never would have thought they could be used against him just like that.

Ouch, feeling a bit guilty here; but a double wedding is awaiting, and I just cannot ignore that call from the future. It is my (self-proclaimed) duty to make such vision a reality.

I may have developed some other questionable methods for Nick to come all the way down from the top floor, such as making Grayson unknowingly lead his best friend into a trap. Now, I’m sure I could get Gray involved in a more volitional manner, with just a few shed of crocodile tears, but as much as I love him (I mean, not literally, ahem!), the guy is a disastrous liar. No doubt Gray would be figured out in the blink of eyes.

I need not say a word, as Nick must have known all about my schemes from my open daisy field of a mind. For a brief moment, his brows creased into contemplation as an unreadable expression sets upon his features. It is one of those times where I wish I could just read his mind.

I would assume he’s questioning my ethicality, which is seriously weird coming from him, but I guess it’s different now that he’s the victim? Regardless, I approach the counter, a cheeky smile plastered on my lips.

“So how was the quality time with Sally? Anything...interesting?”

A faint blush flashes across his cheek, and I don’t need to be a Ment to know what’s going on. It’s no challenging feat to imagine that squishy feeling like marshmallows, blooming in his chest; that thumping sound of heart whenever that person’s image conjured in one’s mind; and that sweet-yet-bitterness when ones almost-but-not-quite touch...

I mentally clear my throat, now is not the time.

Nick seems to be resonating my mental throat clearing as well. Dishes clank as he’s trying so hard to form an intelligible answer.

“W-What do you mean interesting? Nothing’s interesting!” He swings around, almost colliding with the edge of the counter. “Let’s eat, Button!”

“Really, Nick?” I smirk.

It’s rare to see Nick like this, very rare. My brother always likes to pride himself on being the suavest of the suave, yet he’s acting like some hormonal teenage kid with a crush. I smile so hard, it’s a miracle that my cheeks are able to contain it. One toothless, dazzling grin as I try my best not to laugh my arse off in a villainous manner. Thousands of suppressed thoughts loom beneath my subconscious.

Then, they all explode.

“Muahahaha!!”

“So much for all those teasing her before eh?”

♪“Who said, who said “I don’t love her”?”♪

It felt immensely glorious. Waves after waves of thoughts come crashing down at once as my heart is bursting with sheer excitement. My head must have been a hell ground for Nick, which can only be worsened by his Pollard Score of 10. This means he can dissect my crumbling mess of thoughts very clearly, and no doubt that Nick can very well hear all my gloat, teasing, as well as a bunch of old songs to which I so horribly butcher the lyrics just to further torment him.

♪“And you’re never ever ever, gonna fool yourself now”♪

Nick’s face is so red, might as well make some marinara sauce. Immediately, he turns around and bolts to his bedroom, despite knowing how little it can help when my mind is already a full-on broadcaster. For the first time in my life, I am actually grateful for my sucker of mind blindness.

Makes the teasing a whole bundle of fun!

I barely hold my breath as I settle down on my diner seat, making a mental note to wrap Nick’s dish in case he’s done sulking in his room. Still giggling to myself, I muse, today has been a fun day.

Glitch stares at the neatly packed lunch box temptingly dangled in front of his eyes. An amused smile plastered on his lips.

“It seems that I’ve been attracting a lot of deals with the Wiseman lately, have I?” He chuckles. “What’s with you and all the locked rooms?”

Nick grins. False innocence imprints on his handsome features while he struggles to contain a devilish satisfaction. Button will be so pissed, knowing her own recent scheme actually inspires the trap that has yet to befall her. How he wishes to see her face when it all comes down.

He may or may not attempt this as payback, but one thing Nick is very certain of.

He is not the only person who wants the best friend - sibling scenario.

_____

I’ve just realized that K is the only one from the main cast who doesn’t make at least a cameo appearance. 😂 Oh well, I do have another idea specifically for them anyway (if I ever manage to write it down =)) ).

#Mind Blind #fanfic #interactive fiction #Think I might have ruined Nick here #I love him but it's so hard imagining him being in love #not to mention the guy jokes a ton and my comedic skill is just as much as Rosy’s #that’s why he stays silent most of the time in this ff 😂#choice of games #Nick Wiseman

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thehereticaldeserthermit · 4 years

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𝕆𝕦𝕥 𝕆𝕗 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

ROLE PLAYER GET TO KNOW YOU PROMPT

Alright TDC Community It’s time for a task,

and this time we’re all going to get to know each other a little better.

Under the cut, you’ll find forty out of character questions split into two parts: OOC about your muses, and OOC about yourself! Answer what you’d like, add more if you’d like.

When you’re done TAG some of your writing partners and keep FUN going.

-there is no pressure to participate

-IF You Are Reading This And You’d Like To Participate Consider Yourself Tagged My Friend!

Much Love,

TheJesseWhoLurks

I tag @lyr-taxidermist @theghostofharar @hurdygurdyskeksis @urskekyagvi @skekmal-the-hunter @skekso-the-emperor @gourdplayer @hedonistschambers @ulvanmaudra @littlebluezoologist @the-wandering-urru @queenofthetides @juliejewel24 @thecastleurru

OOC About Your Character(s)

1. What do you want to get out of playing this character(s)?

The reason I wanted to write for Gra was to meet fellow fans that loved the world of TDC as much as I do, I wanted to find fellow writers. I wanted to steep myself in the fandom. You can easily consider me skeKSis obsessed but I am growing a fondness for their counterparts -slowly ❤

2. Describe your character(s) with three words.

Passionate | Erratic | Trustworthy

3. What made you decide to write this muse?

Originally I was going to pick up The Ritual Master, he’d been my OG fav from the movie BUT Gra kept ... poking me with his scepter? Like; I live in the desert, you live in the desert, Ima recluse, you’re a recluse =we are simpatico. I think The Heretic picked me because he simply would not leave my mind when I considered him as a possibility.

4. If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?

Canon. I mean they left us kinda hanging there. We really do not know what happened do we? They are simply, just not there anymore. I do not want them to perish, I want them to make it to the finish line and become urSkek. It breaks my heart to think they did not make it.

5. If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?

I would not say anything, just hug him REALLY tightly and probably not let go until he gives me a chitter-laugh.

6. If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?

I would like to give them...ME.

7. If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?

I do not want to take a positive thing from the fibers that make up Gra. I feel they are very interwoven in his tale. Removing one would make another untether. If I could take away or diminish a bad trait Id have him not be so stubborn and or impatient but then again he would not be Gra now would he?

8. If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

His determination, passion. Damn son. You get things done.

9. Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?

Yes. He’s gotten his ass handed to him, I think he might be owed a slice of peace and happiness. What makes him most happy? He’s already showed me; his relationships whether its friendship, extended family or a lover those are treasures he holds near and dear to his heart.

10. Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?

Usually I prefer to plot out angst rather then let it completely run a-muck because you never know what your partner is comfortable with, what might trigger them in a detrimental way and simply set fire to a plot unintentionally.

I already know; it literally is ... break his heart.

11. What do you love about your muse?

His dynamic energy, the wild fire, the mystical chaos, the creativity is off the charts. His sharp distinguished features, the way he looks shamanistically feral as compared to his brethren and their Garthic garb. His use of the color red. His scratchy rasp of a voice. His laugh.

12. What do you hate about your muse?

He is a high maintenance muse, he is demanding and screeches loudly for what he wants.

13. What about your muse amuses you?

The fact that he is a skeKSis. This brings a whole slew of challenges to the table for a writer. Case in point, I was writing a reply one day and I went to put something in along the lines of ‘he arched his brow and blah blah’ THEN he hit me! He has no eyebrows to arch, ahhh! I have to stop and think about how to write out expressive traits or reactions that are not of the usual human reaction tone.

14. What about your muse makes you sad?

How fragile his heart really is after all the shit he’s endeared.

15. How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?

Get Ready For A Wild SURPRISE!

16. Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?

Yes, I like creative souls. I cherish them.

17. In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?

I do not think I am or he is better than the other.

But I will say he is a handsome devil, for a skeKSis.

18. Why do you think you connect to your muse?

Creative. Outcast.

19. What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?

His passion and drive. I’d say its the same answer for us both. All of the accomplishments he tackled probably had their stacks of obstacles with each to-do. You’d have to have an unending supply of passion and drive to keep going, to complete all. He really is a work-a-holic and a busy body skek.

20. Has your character(s) changed over the time that you have been playing them? How have they changed?

Not yet but I am sure he will, creative liberties will be taken since I only have a a episode or two to work with -am I right?

About You!

1. What is your name?

Jesse.

2. What is your profession?

secret shit.

3. What do you do to relax?

I write. Play video games. Naps are divine. Hot coffee and watch YT videos. DOodle. Desert combing walks. Long hot baths. Organize things xD

4. What is your favorite treat (desert)?

All kinds, I’m not picky. I love me some chocolate lately.

5. Favorite movie

Too many to list. Its October right now. All I want is Hocus Pocus, some Harry Potter and Practical Magick at the moment. Tis the season.

6. Favorite book

I do not think I have a favorite. BUT I will admit that I have a copy of The Dark Crystal that I STOLE FROM A LIBRARY YEARS AGO! I have kept it all this time, its falling apart and its aged with beauty and I adore it ❤ I also have a Jim Henson book about puppetry and his works, there is a page from TDC and if my memory serves me right it has the concept art of skekGra in it sooo sooo I was looking at skekGra YEARS AGO AND HAD NO CLUE the conjunction that would line up in the future! I really neeed to go find this book but its in a storage shed that will be a fresh hell to get to =[ *

7. Favorite vacation spot

Anywhere where its either very green and or by some body of water. Ocean, river, lake. Yes, good. -not very many humans around save for present company reading thiiiis.

8. Favorite Disney movie

Are you kidding me? Too many to list, although I will say The Sword In The Stone did play a part in Gra’s Crystal Skimmer named Archimedes after the grouchy old owl.

9. How did you first get into role playing?

Years ago. I started writing on face book. I wrote for a pirate believe it or not, he was my first muse and he holds special place in my black heart and probably always will. But I am disinclined to acquiesce the gift of further details about this scurvy cursed muse, Ha!

10. What was your first platform? If it was something other than Tumblr, what made you get into Tumblr?

It was face book, before they got all crazy about accounts and security. I moved over to tumblr because writers were incredibly rude and rapid fire RP-ers. One liner sentences and I’m like NOPE I need a novel length.

11. What’s a grammar rule you find yourself breaking or ignoring a lot?

Sometimes I have a touch of dyslexia, sometimes I typo, sometimes I am too tired to proof read, sometimes I make blunders. But I tend to focus on my mistakes rather then other peoples. I just go with the flow, I just write no matter what their level of ‘proper grammar’ IS because I’d like to think that maybe they are just starting out, maybe they will fall in love with writing and maybe they will be the next author who creates a world we all fall in love with and want to immerse ourselves in.

12. Are there any languages besides English in which you think you could comfortably roleplay?

I do not RP in other languages. However I did have a muse at one time who was French, I would throw in little phrases but it was never entirely done in French and I do have a British muse at the moment, so again I will use slang and little sayings to make them well rounded as best as I can. Those are just little details I like to include that many others might skip on but I thrive for deets.

I do however have role play writing partners that are from ALL over the world which is amazing to me.

13. Do you listen to music while your write?

ALOT. I have tracks specifically for skekGra, that take me to his frame of mind. Even TDC soundtrack at times, the puppet show song and the blue flame part 2 are on replay a lot.

14. Are you a morning, day, evening, or night writer?

I am all over the place. My life is very hectic. I’d like to say its usually in the afternoon of evening for me, the house is settled down and things are silent but thats not always how it works out. Oftentimes I will sit down and write a reply or two, then dip to do mundane human things that adults do, then return back for a few more replies.

15. How does tiredness affect your writing?

Kills it. The weekends I work long hours therefor my brain is like WHAAAT.

16. What is your biggest obstacle to writing every day, if time doesn’t count?

It is always TIME. Sometimes stress levels can be an obstacle too, no lie. If something major is going on, I just throw my hands up like ‘I got nothin’’ and thats that.

17. How many drafts is a paralyzing amount?

Oh damn. Been there done that. I am much more picky about it nowadays. I try to limit skekGra to a certain number of replies because he also has to allow room for other muses.

Currently: Gra has ten replies on tumblr -no actually 11 &&& 4 on discord. I am two shakes away from cutting HIM OFF! lol.

18. Is there anything character-wise or writing style-wise that you can’t stand?

I’m open to different characters, I have written with a lot. I love a writer who has style, I appreciate the effort.

Etiquette, manners and consideration are oftentimes LACKING as of late.

19. What kind of anonymous questions are your favorite?

ANYTHING as long as it is not anon HATE.

20. What is your weakest point in writing? Angst, fluff, dialogue, etc.?

T I M E not having enough time to write the angst fluff and dialogue, smut too lets be real. It really is a bummer to me when I do not have the time, I work, I have a a lotta responsibilities, my life is like a hurricane a lot of the time so TIME is my weakness, oftentimes I am super J E L L O of people who are online all day, every day, always there I’m envious and I get writers FOMO which makes me laugh but its so damn true I could ugly laugh cry about it.

#OOC: Post Is Out Of Character #||| Just a lil get to know me thingy |||#the dark crystal #tdc age of resistance #skeksis #skekgra #skekgra the conqueror #skekgra the heretic

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t100ficrecsblog · 4 years

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an interview with @mobi-on-a-mission (she/her)

what are you working on right now? I'm in between fics right now after posting The Cockroach recently for Chopped! I'll likely start something new soon (I'm thinking of a canonverse forbidden lovers fic?), but we'll see where the muse takes me! When I'm not busy writing fic or being a human disaster I like to beta read. I beta read several fics for the Bellarke Big Bang, and I'm really excited to read them in their final form once that comes out! Beta reading may not be the first thing people think of with writing, but it's really elevated my experience with fanfic. It's a great way to let out my inner critic, participate in the writing process from a different angle, and read new fics before anyone else (hehe!) while helping out other writers. Going beyond 'this doesn't work' to 'this particular aspect isn't coming through right and here are some ideas on how to fix it' is the crucial step and has really made me a better writer!

I'm also excited to be accepting prompts for Bellarke Writers for Black Lives Matter. Send me a prompt and a donation to an organization of your choice which supports the BLM movement, and I'll write you a fanfic!

what’s something you’d like to write one day? I usually write whatever I want to write! One thing I've never tried though is an ot3. I enjoy them but at this point I don't think I could do that sort of relationship justice.

what is the fanwork you’re most proud of? Honestly I'm proud of all my fics. Each one carries its own challenges and rewards, so I never get in a rut! The work I'm most proud of, though, has got to be Revive. It's a canon compliant through s6 Memori pregnancy multichap that I wrote during hiatus. It's by far the longest fic I've ever written, and I wrote it at a time when I was still very uncomfortable writing fic. I must have had my eyes closed half the time I was drafting it, I was so nervous! But I finished it and posted it and from there on writing was just that much easier. I haven't looked back since.

why did you first start writing fic? I wrote my first "fic" in 2014, when I was 14 years old. Then I came back a year later with a really short oneshot. Both of those were for Supernatural, and they're still on my ao3. I was extremely nervous about writing, especially with the fear that my family would find out what I was doing. That fear kept me from writing for years and years, pining to write something. That is, until last July. I'd had enough. So I sat myself down and made myself write, every dad for three days until The Best Back Rubs (my first fic for The 100) was written. Again after that fic I had trouble writing. Four months later though I started writing Revive and like I said earlier, I just kept writing after that!

what frustrates you most about fic writing? The most frustrating thing about fic writing is lukewarm reception. As much as I hate to admit it, validation is important to me and I like to feel like people are enjoying what I write. When I spend a lot of time on a fic and get excited about posting it, a part of me is expecting a whole bunch of comments and kudos and hits. Sometimes that doesn't happen though! Usually that doesn't happen. I have to remind myself that those responses are not reflective of my value as a writer. My friends are a huge help with this!

what are your top five songs right now?

Sweet - Cigarrettes After Sex Foreigner's God - Hozier One More Hour - Anthony Ramos Combustible - Cœur de Pirate Undrunk - FLETCHER

what are your inspirations? My inspiration is a little bit different for every fic I write. I tend toward canonverse, so I pull from interesting aspects of canon and then let my imagination run wild with *what if*s. My own life inspires my writing as well. This helps me to add in little details to make the story feel more real. I've been inspired by writing prompts and movies and songs and other fics and snow falling outside my window!

The one thing that's constant is other writers. I learn so much from reading, beta reading, and of course talking to my friends! They help to give me ideas as well as motivation to keep going. Writing can be a lonely pursuit, but it doesn't have to be. There's only so much going on in my brain—connecting with others is what brings things to the next level.

what first attracted you to Memori? what attracts you now? From the first time they locked eyes, I shipped it a little! But in the beginning, I wasn't that invested in Memori. I kind of took them for granted until s5. But more on that later. What first attracted me to Memori was how non-traditional they are in that they're not standard cut good guys yet they were allowed to meet and fall in love. Add on top of that how they make each other better in a nuanced and imperfect way, and I'm hooked! I also really liked how they didn't beat around the bush with getting together. In a world where slowburn is seen as peak romance, it was refreshing to see a couple that was just like 'you? I like you' and then they got together and eventually became what is (in my possibly biased eyes) the strongest couple on the show at this point. Getting into s5, that's when I really became invested in the ship. It hurt to see their relationship problems like that, but it allowed them to grow from it in a beautiful way. Through it all, they have so much love for each other. They're imperfect people and they make mistakes, but at the end of the day they learn from it and become better as a couple than they are alone. Their devotion to each other really is something else!

Besides Memori, what character or pairing do you like best on t100? Funny story: I actually decided to start watching The 100 after reading Bellarke smut on ao3! It was a non-traditional introduction to the story, but something must have clicked with me and I was a Bellarke shipper from the start (even though I frankly detested Bellamy in the beginning). I still ship them, even though Memori has taken my heart! Oh yeah and I got to give a shoutout to Niytavia as well because apparently canon isn't going to feed us with content for them.

why did you decide to start writing for bellarkefic-for-blm? It's pretty simple, really: Black lives matter should not be a controversial statement, and this is one of the ways I can help make our world a little less sucky for Black people.

what’s your writing process like (esp for prompts, chopped!, etc)? Every fic I write begins with a hodge podge of ideas. Sometimes I scribble them in a notebook and sometimes I use the computer, but it's always a creative mess! Recently I've been using Notion, a free editor which has a great desktop app. A writer friend turned me on to it and now I use it for writing as well as other life stuff too! It's easy to drag and reorganize ideas, so it really helps take a brainstorm mess to a working outline. Once an idea starts taking form I organize my ideas into related pieces and some end up getting thrown out. I craft "scenes" out of this and soon it becomes clear what pieces I'm missing. I fill in those pieces, throw out or rework stuff that doesn't work together, and pretty soon I have an outline.

I absolutely love getting prompts! I haven't gotten one through Bellarke Writers for Black Lives Matter (yet!), but I've written in a few rounds of Chopped. Most recently wrote for Chopped 3.0 Round 2 and won 1st place for best overall with my Memori fic The Cockroach. The biggest difference that comes when writing from a prompt like that is I need to make sure the fic not only fits the prompt but breathes life into it!

what are some things you’d like to recommend? Remember how I mentioned I beta read? Yeah. Right now my friend Kara, aka @queenemori, is writing a slowburn Memori actors au called We Don't Need To Say It. It's out of this world amazing and I am so hype to be a part of the process. The first chapters are up on ao3 and I cannot recommend it enough. ed’s note: this fic just updated!

For writers who are looking for a push, I highly recommend participating in Chopped. Fandom events are fun, the prompts make you get creative, and writing deadlines inspire you to actually get them finished and out there!

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forever-rogue · 5 years

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Paper Rings - B.H.

Summary: Paper Rings inspired by the Taylor Swift song of the same name. It’s glimpses into some sweet and funny moments over the course of Y/N and Ben’s relationship.

A/N: No one asked for it, but here it is anyway, because I’m a sucker for this song (and let’s be real, the whole Lover album). I hope you guys enjoy! It’s a lot of sweet fluff featuring our favorite soft boy.

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: None

MASTERLIST

PAPER RINGS

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“Psst,” your friend Jenna nudged your arm as she tried to get your attention. You snapped back into attention, tearing your attention away from the moon as you met her eyes. There glittering with mischievousness and you wondered what she was up to, “while you’ve been off day dreaming, you’ve missed the best part.”

“And just what might that be?” you asked, intrigued by her choice of words. Reaching up, she gently grabbed your chin and turned your head, glancing across the backyard you were all crowded into and urged you to follow her line of sight.

“Him,” she whispered, eyes landing on a blonde boy who had quickly turned away when he realized he had been caught, his cheeks turned a brilliant shade of crimson, “he’s eyeing you up all night. Poor lad’s got it bad for you I’m afraid. It’s like he’s never seen a woman before.”

“Me?” you almost burst into laughter at the thought that the beautiful boy could ever find you attractive, “him? You’re a fool. Besides, isn’t that Ben Jones? I’ve heard-”

“What you’ve heard means nothing,” she insisted, “he’s a nice guy, Y/N. I wouldn’t be friends with him if he wasn’t. Just go over and talk to him. What could go wrong with just a little talking?”

“The fact that I might go over and waste my time and make a fool out of myself,” you insisted, “he’s not into me, he was probably into you. I mean-”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” she insisted, “he wasn’t even sparing me a glance. And now, well...make your conclusions.”

The last part was rushed and spoken under her breath as she turned away, leaving you confused, until a large shadow blocked your view. You looked up and came face to face with Ben, who was smiling at you, a nervous expression written on his face.

“H-hi,” he managed to stammer out, his voice cracking with even the simple word, “I’m Ben.”

“I know who you are,” the words were out of your mouth before you could even think about them and they should a little more harsh than intended, “everyone does. I’m Y/N.”

“I know,” he repeated, giving you the same look tone back, “we have a lot of friends in common.”

“Of course,” you laughed at yourself, “now tell me, what can I do for you?”

“You want to grab a beer?” he asked, feeling more bold than he anticipated. You raised an eyebrow at the beer that was nestled in your hand, and blush crept into his cheeks as he realized his gaff, “somewhere more private I mean?”

“Yes,” it was an easy answer despite your nerves, as Jenna cheered on besides you. She eagerly grabbed your beer and gave you a push in his direction, “come on, let’s go before people decide to invite themselves along.”

The moon is high Like your friends were the night that we first met Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet Now I've read all of the books beside your bed

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“Come on, love,” Ben’s use of that word nearly knocked you off your feet. You know he didn’t mean it any special way, but it still tugged on your heartstrings a little bit, a flurry of butterflies stirring in your stomach. Your whole gang was out, celebrating yet another birthday, but you had been the target of Ben’s affection. He was sat next to you, nudging your leg with his as you he tried to get you to look at him. You glanced at him briefly, giving him a tight lipped smile before turning your attention back to the drink in front of you.

You’d been avoiding him, more or less, for close to a month, sure that it was for the best, that’s what you kept insisting to yourself anyway. Ben, however, did not think it was for the best, and had been trying to get you to notice him that entire time. Not that you hadn’t noticed, you most definitely had, but you were positive that avoiding him altogether was the best choice. Now one else agreed with you, including Jenna, who kept pushing the two of you together. It would always be the two of you that ended up together, with everyone else suddenly disappearing. How convenient.

Ben had seemed to have no problem with it, but you gave him the cold shoulder, answering any question he asked with simple response and often refusing to make conversation. You had a nagging feeling in the pit that just told you that getting involved with Ben was a bad idea and that you’d be hurt. So instead of even trying, you figured you might as well just let go of any idea of trying and just keep to yourself instead. That was the smart thing to do after all, right?

“Ben,” you hissed under your breath, keeping a sharp eye out to make sure that no one was watching the two of you, lest anyone get any ideas about the two of you, “knock it off.”

“Knock what off?” he asked, his tone playful although you could tell there was a note of seriousness under his tone. You turned away from him, angling your body in the opposite direction.

“You know what I mean,” you insisted, picking up your wine and taking a long sip, “you’re being-”

“Insistent,” he admitted, an almost self satisfied little smirk making his way into his face, “is there a reason you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder for the last month? Is it something I did?”

The way he had asked his sentence was enough to make your head snap in his direction as he gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes imaginable. That alone was almost enough to break your resolve. It’s just Ben, the little voice inside your head reminded you, what could go wrong?

“N-no,” you lied, your grip tightening on the glass, sure if you squeezed any hard the glass would just shatter in your hands. You were never a good liar, and he could spot the lie easily. He leaned back in his seat, clearing his throat as he waited for a better answer. You squeezed your eyes shut for just a moment before letting out a slow sigh, “Ben...it’s just...you and I...we’d never work. And I’m afraid that if I give myself the chance that this would all need up as a big mess.”

“Y/N,” he said, leaning forward and putting his hand on your knee, giving it a light squeeze, “how could you possibly know that? You never know what could happen with us. But do you know how you’ll find out?”

“Hmm?” you asked, trying not to panic at the feeling of his large hand on your knee. It was like his touch was electric and sending sparks throughout your body.

“If you try,” he finished and you stiffened; you had a feeling this was going to be his response, but hearing the words from his mouth was something different. It was almost shocking that someone like him could be so interested in you. He was Ben, this beautiful, smart, kind man, was going after you; he wasn’t interested in anyone else, there was just you. He removed his hand and leaned closer to you, so he was almost whispering in your ear, “what do you say, love? Give me one chance. One chance is all I’m asking for.”

“One chance?” you asked as you looked at him and he gave a small, hopeful nod.

“Just one chance,” he agreed, “and if it’s truly that awful, you will never have to deal me with again.”

“Okay,” you agreed, your resolve dissipating more with each second. You turned to look at Ben and saw that he had the biggest of grins on his face, “can you just tell me one thing?”

“Shoot.”

“Why me? I’m sure there are a million other girls you could have, girls that practically throw themselves at you,” you mused thoughtfully, “yet you choose to pursue me. Why so?”

“Why not?” he ventured back, “I’m not interested in those girls. I’m interested in you.”

“I’m just-”

“You’re you. That’s all that matters,” he shrugged simply, “I don’t want to see anyone else, plain and simple. Besides all of that, I like a little bit of a challenge.”

“Oh? Is that all you see me as? A challenge?” you teased, raising your eyebrow at him.

“No,” he responded quickly, “I-I didn’t mean it like that-”

“Relax,” you giggled at him, “I’m only joking. You like a challenge and I like to taunt. It’s only fair, don’t you think? Now, tell me, dear Ben, just how do you plan to woo and wow me on this one and only chance?”

“I’ve got a few ideas,” he said, carding his hands, a million thoughts running through his mind, “but don’t worry, you’ll definitely be wine and dined and wooed.”

“Bring it on, Jones, bring it on.”

The wine is cold Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street Cat and mouse for a month or two or three Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe

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“Ben! You’re insane!” you managed to choke out between giggles as Ben ran out into the backyard, stripping off his shirt and joggers. He stopped and gave you a grin as he was left standing in only his boxers and looked between you and the pool.

“It’ll be fun!” he insisted although you weren’t so sure. It was freezing and the cold weather had seemingly arrived overnight. Of course Ben had decided it was the perfect time to jump in the pool late at night, throwing caution to the window.

“Fun!?” you shouted in response as you pulled your sweater tighter around yourself, “we’re going to freeze! It’s winter, you loon!”

“Baby,” he stuck his bottom lip out, giving you the most pouty of looks, “I’ll never let anything happen to you. I’ll keep you safe and warm.”

“In the freezing pool?” you questioned him and he just nodded. He did seem to run warm, and you often called him your personal heater, but you weren’t sure how that would translate to the pool.

“Yes,” he insisted, “come on, let’s live a little!”

You gave him a dramatic sigh as you slowly started to strip off your multiple layers, the smile on Ben’s face growing. When you were down to your bra panties, he held his arms out to you.

“If I freeze, it’s all on you,” you reminded him as you poked his chest. He nodded softly, and started to wrap his arms around you when you got a wicked idea. Instead of giving in and letting him hug you, you put your hands on his chest and pushed him back. He let out a squeak of surprise as he fell into the pool and was submerged in the icy water.

“Y/N! What the hell!?” he almost shouted as he resurfaced, trying to maintain a serious facade, even though he laughing too, “that was so dirty!”

“I never said I played fair,” you teased as you watched him, quickly ducking out of the way as he tried to splash you, “hey! Mr. Jones, please control yourself!”

“You started it,” he insisted, swimming over to the edge of the pool and leaning up on his arms, “are you going to come and join me or are you just going to stare?”

“Not much to stare at,” you joked, sticking your tongue out at him, “what’s to say I don’t just grab my clothes and leave?”

“I know you would never,” he insisted, tilting his head to the side and looking at you like a little puppy. It was hard to say no to that face, and made you wonder for a moment why you ever considered saying no to him.

You walked over to him, sitting down and leaned over to give him a soft kiss. You could feel him smile against your lips as he reached up and put a hand on your face.

“Come on babe,” he whispered as he nuzzled his nose against yours, “the water’s perfect.”

“Probably freezing!”

“Nah,” he promised, “I’ll keep you warm. Come on, what’ve you got to lose? And don’t even start with listing every single one of your limbs.”

“How easily you see right through me,” you sat on the ground down and stuck out your legs, dipping them into the pool. To your surprise it wasn’t early as cold you had imagined. Ben came over and put his hands around your ankles, attempting to pull you further in, “do you really need the whole body?”

“All of it,” he insisted and paused for a moment before you gave and hopped into the pool, deciding to go all at once so you could get it over with. You quickly tried resurfaced, holding out your arms in a ta-da sort of gesture.

“Happy now?” you asked as he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his body. Despite the cold water, his body still radiated heat, and helped to warm you up.

“Mhmm,” you closed your eyes and burrowed your face into his shoulder, “I guess this isn’t so terrible.”

He remained silent for a few moments before trailing a few kisses along the side of your head. He stopped quickly, and you could feel his body tensing up ever so slightly, “can I tell you something?”

“Of course,” you responded quickly, pulling back and looking at him. You reached over and put your hand under his chin and tried to get him to look at you. There was a bit of nervousness behind his soft, sage eyes, “Ben, what’s wrong?”

“I…please don’t freak out,” he finally met your eyes, pausing for only a moment before putting one of his hands on the side of your face, studying your features intently, “but...I-I love you.”

You’d been going out for a while, but neither of you had said those words to each other yet. Not that you didn’t feel that way, you just had been nervous to say them to him, in the off chance that he didn’t feel the same.

“What?” you asked quietly, so quietly that weren’t even sure you had said anything, looking at him with wide eyes. He grew nervous, almost as if anticipating that you were going to reject him, when in reality you were just trying to process the fact he could possibly feel that way about you, “you love me?”

“Yes,” he breathed out anxiously, a big grin on his face, “I think I’ve known for a long time...actually, it’s probably since the time you rejected me.”

“I never rejected you,” you tilted your head to the side and gave him a curious look as he just started to laugh.

“You have too!” he insisted, “how long did it take for me to convince you to go out with me? You gave me the cold shoulder for what seemed like an eternity. You were scared that things were going to work out...I hope you don’t feel that way anymore.”

“No,” you answered honestly. And it was true - you hadn’t questioned your affections for Ben or your relationship with him even once. He had been right from the beginning, that he would never do anything to hurt you, and you were glad that he had finally convinced you to give him a chance, “I haven’t regretted a single moment with you. I know I was really reluctant at the beginning, and yes, admittedly I gave you the cold shoulder, but I’m really glad you did whatever you did to finally convince me.”

“Does that mean I haven’t ruined the moment by professing my love to you? Or seem weird because I feel like I just knew?” his voice had a bit of a shaky quality to it as he splashed some water around, staring at the ripples with a determined intensity.

“No, Ben, you absolutely have ruined nothing,” you promised him and he visibly relaxed. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours, grazing his lips ever so slightly over yours, “I love you. Truly, I do.”

“Really?” he seemed surprised by your response, almost as if he hadn’t been expecting it at all, “I’m so glad...I was so nervous about telling. Like what if had all gone wrong or you didn’t feel the same for some reason?”

“Were you actually worried? You thought I might not feel the same way?”

“I mean yeah, of course I did,” he chuckled lightly, “I mean it’s you. How lucky I must be to be loved by someone like you.”

“Would it be silly to tell you I was worried about the exact same thing?” you were shocked that you had caused him to be nervous or worried. This was Ben after all, gorgeous, amazing, kind, funny, sweet Ben. But here he was - starstruck due to you.

“So let me get this straight - we’re both silly fools and we’re both in love with each other?”

“Yes, I think that hits the nail on the head,” you looked at each other before dissolving into fits of giggles, “I suppose all it took to finally admit our feelings was jumping into a freezing pool!”

“I told you it wouldn’t be so bad,” he winked, “whatever big thing I do next, it’s going to be hard to top this!”

“I have a feeling you’ll continually surprise me, my love,” you giggled at him, “I look forward to all of our moments that are yet to come.”

In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool When you jumped in first, I went in too I'm with you even if it makes me blue Which takes me back To the color that we painted your brother's wall Honey, without all the exes, fights, and flaws We wouldn't be standing here so proud

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“What?” you asked as you turned your head to the side, a smile stretching across your face as you met Ben’s eyes. You quickly took your hand and ran it over your face to make sure there was nothing sticking anymore. You’d just finished a sticky, sweet bowl of ice cream and were sure there had to be some sort of residue somewhere - why else would Ben be watching you so intently? The lighting was dim in the bedroom, only a few candles on, accompanied by some fairy lights and the glow of the television screen. It had been a long week for the two of you and the decision to spend the evening in bed watching Netflix hand been an easy decision.

“Nothing,” Ben insisted softly, taking a hand and touching your cheek gently, thumb rubbing across your cheekbone. His soft eyes seemed to glitter in the low lighting, as he looked at you like you were the reason for all the stars in the night sky, “I just really love you. And I’m continually reminded of that fact.”

“I love you too, Ben,” you felt the heat rising in your cheeks, stunned by the fact that his words still had the power to make you feel butterflies even after several years together, “but you know that. Always have and always will.”

“Not always,” he reminded you, and the two of you shared a soft laugh, “I’m pretty sure you weren’t so fond of me when we first met. Or have you forgotten that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied, crossed your arms and trying to hide the smile that was working its way on your face. Ben scoffed as he reached over and pulled you into his arms, positioning you so you were straddling his lap, “now you’re just playing first dirty, and unfair!”

“I’m just playing to my strengths,” he insisted, leaning up and giving you a soft kiss, “and you just happen to be my weakness and strength.”

“Such a sap,” you teased, putting a finger to his lips and pushing him back down, “now, tell me what’s got you all like this? You’re even more sweet than normal, tell me my love, are you trying to catch flies?”

“No,” he shrugged his shoulders innocently, reaching over into his nightstand and pulling something small out, closing his hand around it, “do you remember what you told me once?”

“Care to be a little more specific?” you teasing, grabbing his hand and trying to pry it open, but he remained steadfast, gripping it tighter than you thought possible, “what, you’re just not going to show me?”

“Not until you remember, darling,” he beamed at you with that smile you’d fallen in love with years ago, “I remember those words very clearly.”

“I-I don’t…” you tried to rack your brain but the specific instance he was referring to you just wasn’t coming to your mind, “help me out here, I’m drowning.”

“Since you asked so sweetly,” he used his clasped his hand and opened it, quickly slipping the item into your palm. You let out a small sound of delight as you examined it closely. It was just a small circlet of tightly wrapped paper, but large enough for your finger, “do you remember now?”

“It’s a paper ring,” you could feel the tears prickling at the back of your eyes. A small laugh escaped your lips; it had been a long time since you had uttered those words, but they were still true to this day.

“You had so much wine, and you were giggly,” he recalled, “we’ve been together for just about a year, and we were at a party. You hugged me, and you whispered in my ear, or so you thought you were whispering when you were actually shouting-”

“I like shiny things-”

“But I’d marry you with paper rings,” he finished for you, taking the small ring and slipping it onto the ring finger of your left hand. You looked at it briefly, before lacing your fingers together together, “I want you to marry you, my love. I’d do it with this silly little ring, or the whatever ring you choose.”

“Ben...what are you saying?” you asked quietly, eyes widening. Was he asking what you think he was asking? He seemed to read your mind, and gave you a small nod.

“Will you marry me?” he asked softly, the words only loud enough for the two of you to hear, “I know this isn’t grand, or probably what you expected-”

“This is better,” you interrupted him, “this is perfect, because it’s just you and me, and nothing else. That’s all I need, Ben. And the fact that you remembered all those words from all that time ago? It means everything. Ben, of course I’ll marry you.”

“Really?”

“Of course,” you leaned down and kissed his soft lips a few times, “I’ll marry you, and I’d make that same choice over and over and over.”

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and Paper rings and picture frames and dirty dreams Oh, you're the one I want

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You let out a low groan as you flopped down next to the toilet for what seemed like the millionth time that day. It had become a recurring event the past couple of weeks, and it seemed like there was no end in sight. At first you had chalked it up to food poisoning or even the flu. It seemed like everyone had been getting sick recently, and you’d been out with all of your friends recently, sure you’d caught something from one of them.

But when the sickness in the morning, and throughout the day didn’t seem to go away, you grew concerned, scared that it was something much worse. You went to the doctor, something you rarely did if you were feeling just somewhat under the weather, but Ben had insisted, saying that he didn’t want to see you suffering and miserable anymore.

You’d expected that there was just something lingering in your system, but when you left the doctor’s office, your whole life had changed. It wasn’t news you had been expecting by any means, but you had broken down in tears, scared tears that quickly led way to happy tears.

“Love?” Ben poked his head into the bathroom, a concerned look on his face. You hadn’t realized he’d gotten home, and you anxiously wiped your mouth with the back of your hand as you tried to jump up, “are you still feeling ill? I thought you were doing better?”

“I-I...mostly in the mornings I don’t feel so well,” you admitted, standing up and going over to sink and rinsing your mouth out. Ben’s eyes were glued to you as he watched your every move, waiting for a further explanation.

“You went to the doctor, right?” he asked, brushing a few stray locks of hair behind your ear, “what did they say?”

“Well, they did tell what was wrong,” you admitted, wondering how long it would take him to put two and two together. You hadn’t told him yet, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal the big news, and it seemed like it was now. You had imagined it going very differently, when you were, you know, not in pajamas and looking worse for the wear, but it would suffice. It was a special moment with Ben after all, and that was what mattered.

“What’s wrong? Will it go away, did they prescribe anything?”

“Umm, well it’ll take about another seven months to go away,” you trailed off, waiting to see that familiar glint in his eyes, “but for most people it lasts a lifetime.”

“What!?” his eyes grew wide with concern as tried to figure out what sort of disease had the symptoms that you were experiencing. You almost couldn’t hold back a snort as you prayed he’d figure it out on his own, “did they...is there treatment for it? What should we do?”

“Ben,” you put your hand on shoulder and gave it a light squeeze, “it’s okay. It’s nothing serious...I mean it is, but it’s a good thing. I think the weirdest thing to deal with will be the weight gain and waiting.”

“Weight gain? Waiting?” the gears were turning in his head as you waited for his light bulb moment, “wait...are you...are we...pregnant?”

“Yes,” you nodded eagerly, watching as his face seemed to go through a thousand emotions at once. His hand went to his mouth as he finally seemed to properly process what you were saying, “I’m pregnant, Ben. We’re having a baby!”

“We’re having a baby,” he repeated as a few tears rolled down his cheeks. You felt the same wash of emotion wash over you as you reached over and gently wiped his tears away. You knew how much this meant to him, as much as it did to you; how much the two of you had been wanting to start, or expand rather, your little trio of you, Ben, and Frankie.

“Yes, my love,” you confirmed, getting about a second before he wrapped his arms around you and gave you a tight squeeze, burrowing his face into your shoulder, “that’s what was going. Morning sickness hit fast and hard. I don’t know why but I never thought it would be this...I was shocked when I left the doctor’s office. I was waiting for the perfect moment to tell you.”

“This,” he pulled back and touched your cheek gently, “is perfect.”

“I look like a flaming heap of trash, and I’ve just gone and barfed my guts out,” you laughed at him, but his adoring look was unwavering as he shook his head, “I think this is far from perfect.”

“But it’s not, and no matter what you look like, which is always beautiful, and no matter what the circumstances are, you’re always the best thing to happen to me,” he insisted, “we’ve had many moments together, not all easy or wonderful, but they’re perfect. Do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because they’re our moments,” he whispered, “and that’s enough to make them perfect. I love you, you know.”

“I know,” you promised him, “I’m glad you still feel that way considering you’ve married me and now knocked me up. Because believe it or not, I love you too.”

“Knocked you up?” he threw back his head with laughter, “you make it sound so dirty-”

“I mean it usually is, isn’t it?” you feigned innocence as you bit your lip and wiggled your eyebrows at him, “are you happy, Ben? Truly?”

“Is that even remotely a question?” Ben placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “of course I’m happy. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier. The only other days that come close to this were the day I told you I loved you, the day I asked you to marry me, and the day we got married. But this? This is on a whole other level. So yes, I’m happy. Very, very happy.”

“Good,” you sighed contently, “because I’m very very happy too.”

“Did you ever think we’d end up like this?” he asked you as picked you up gently and set you down on the counter. He gently lifted up your shirt, revealing your still normal belly, looked at it with a look you’d never seen before. It was a look of pure love and excitement, and it was enough to send another wave of emotion to wash over you. He put his hand on your abdomen, marveling at the fact that a little life that the two of you had created would soon be growing in there, “you were so scared to even go out with me in the first place, and now look at us. We’ve having a baby.”

“We’re having a baby,” you echoed, “Little Bean Jones.”

“You now that’s almost cute,” he said as he leaned forward and placed the most gentle of kisses to your bare skin, “I can’t wait to meet you, Little Bean. I love you and your Mumma more than anything in this entire world.”

“Are you trying to make me cry?” you asked, trying your best to keep your tears at bay. It was no use though, and tears were soon sliding down your cheeks, “because it’s working.”

“Only happy tears,” he stated as he wiped them away, “only happy tears, my love.”

“Only happy tears."

You're the one I want, one I want You're the one I want, one I want

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luck-and-larceny · 3 years

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The World: What makes them feel complete? How do they honor achievements? What are their irrational fears? / The Empress: Is my patient? How does my muse express creativity? How do the overcome a creative block?

The World: What makes them feel complete? How do they honor achievements? What are their irrational fears?

"Feel complete? Nothing. What does that even mean!? It sounds horrible. What do you do once you're finished? Just stop? Clap your hands, say "Well done! I've accomplished everything and feel entirely fulfilled. Guess I'll sit around until I die" ?

And honor achievements? My own? Yours? What better way to honor them than to celebrate with indulgences? My achievements are just me doing what I wanted to do in that moment and succeeding at it. My "after-party" for success is the exact same thing.

Irrational fear? Does "being complete" count?"

OOC: Malika strikes me as a woman who has never been satisfied.

Empress: Is she patient? How does she express creativity? How does she overcome a creative block?

"Depends on what I'm waiting for. Sometimes I'm willing to be very patient.

As far as creativity? Always trying to think of new ways to challenge myself there. If I've thought of a safe solution to a problem at hand and also a creative or fun way instead? I'll take the second. I express creativity with a series of bad ideas intertwined with undeserved good luck.

I overcome a block by trusting that everything changes. If I'm slow and uncreative in one moment-- and regrettably that does happen-- I know it won't always be that way. Just gotta wait for the dice to roll better. See? Told you I could be patient."

OOC: Generally speaking? She's massively impatient. Horribly impatient. Though she's being honest about her belief that things change and if things are going badly in one moment they'll eventually find their way to going well in another.

Creativity: Malika turns a lot of mundane things into games/personal challenges. She also engages in creativity for joy rather than profession/expertise. She's taught herself a number of musical instruments that she is "pretty good" at but certainly hasn't mastered by any means. She dances for joy, but has no training. She has doodled pictures just to enjoy the feel of a brush in her hand and to throw herself into the process of creating something-- but that art would never find itself in an art gallery. She sings and hums constantly. She's always being creative in that sense!

Thanks for the Asks!

#Asks #Answers #Tarot #Complete #Creativity #Impatience #Satisfied?#charm in spades

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skekzok-the-ritual-master · 4 years

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ROLEPLAYER GET TO KNOW YOU PROMPT

Tagged by: @hedonistschambers

Tagging: @ask-skeksa-the-mariner, @allpowerfulemperor, @asktheornamentalist, @askurva-thearcher, and anyone else who wants to :)

OOC About Your Character(s)

1. What do you want to get out of playing this character(s)?

I used to RP on Tumblr a lot in the Megamind fandom, and seeing other Dark Crystal RPers on here made me want to try getting back into RP a little. Since I don’t have any Dark Crystal OCs who lend themselves well to RP, I decided to go with a canon character, and skekZok was a prominent one who hadn’t gotten a blog yet. I’ve always liked looking at characters and thinking about what makes them tick, so this gives me a fun chance to do that for him.

2. Describe your character(s) with three words.

Cultured | Sadistic | Hypocritical

3. What made you decide to write this muse?

I’d been following the blogs of a few other Skeksis RPers, and the absence of Zok had been remarked on. Since he’s one of my favorites, I decided to make a blog for him and join in the fun.

4. If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?

That’s a tough one, because Zok really doesn’t suffer that much in canon compared to other characters. I might stop ZokZah from trying to burn out part of his soul, but skekZok wouldn’t exist and there wouldn’t be much of a story if I did that. (If we include the JM Lee novels, I’d change it so he doesn’t throw skekSa under the bus.)

5. If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?

“Don’t stab the blonde Gelfling girl. It won’t prevent the prophecy, and she’ll just come back to life anyway.”

6. If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?

I’d love to see his reaction to a Swiss Army knife.

7. If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?

I’m not sure how positive this is, but I’d take away his ability to believe his own lies. It would be interesting to see how he tries to juggle all the conflicting rules and stories he’s come up with over the centuries.

8. If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

His talent for speaking in public. I wish I could command an audience like he does.

9. Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?

Considering the kind of things that tend to make Zok happy? Maybe. As for what would make him happiest, he believes it would be achieving immortality and remaining one of the highest-ranked of the court and having skekSa as his permanent mate, but that still won’t heal the spiritual emptiness inside him. Much as I enjoy Zok and Zah as separate beings, I do think reunification was the best thing for them. If he and SaSan could have been together after that, that would have been even better.

10. Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?

I don’t mind angst in small doses, as long as I plot it out with the other player(s) beforehand and we agree how it will turn out in the end. Zok doesn’t lend himself easily to angst, but losing his place in the court hierarchy or having one of his allies turn on him would do it. He’s also come to genuinely believe the mythology he’s invented over the centuries -- anything that seriously challenged that worldview would be hard for him to deal with.

11. What do you love about your muse?

A lot of things. His charisma, his striking blue eyes, the way his voice is deeper and smoother than most of the other Skeksis, how over-the-top his gold outfit is, how he’s so attached to his headdress that he doesn’t even take it off in the spa, how unrepentantly creepy and sadistic he is -- he’s a very enjoyable character, even if he is a horrible birb.

12. What do you hate about your muse?

He's not an easy character to have interact with everyone. He can pretend to be nice when it suits him, and he’s not totally incapable of caring about people, but he’s still nasty enough that I can tell in advance a lot of interactions wouldn’t go well.

13. What about your muse amuses you?

The contrast between the austere image he tries to keep up, and how frazzled he gets when something upsets that image (”MY CARRIAGE!”). Also when he gets sarcastic or looks down on the others when they act in a less-than-civilized way.

14. What about your muse makes you sad?

All the people he’s hurt, and how unwilling he is to see that his way of life isn’t sustainable and won’t truly make him happy in the end.

15. How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?

“This guy is a creep, but he believes in good manners. Tread lightly, and you should be okay.”

16. Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?

LOL no. He’s an awful person who is best left in the realm of fiction.

17. In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?

I like to think I’m a much nicer person than he is. I can be blunt and a bit of a troll sometimes, but I really don’t like hurting anyone, or trying to force people to do stuff they don’t like. As for Zok, he’s much more confident and well-spoken than I am, and he’s had the determination to stick with one job for a thousand years.

18. Why do you think you connect to your muse?

We’re both interested in culture, myth, and history, and feel better when we can assign some order to the world around us.

19. What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?

As I see it, the core of Zok’s character is that he wants to bring order to the world; that’s why his job title is ‘Ritual Master’ rather than ‘High Priest’ or something more overtly religious. If he can’t see an obvious reason why things are the way they are, he’ll invent one that makes sense to him (and serves his needs).

I think this is what Zok sees as his most important trait too -- in his mind, he took a bunch of feral newborn creatures who (by all rights) were never meant to have existed in the first place, and helped turn them into a civilized, godlike people who rule an entire planet. But that feral nature is always under the surface, and they still need ritual and order (and yes, punishment) to keep it in check.

20. Has your character(s) changed over the time that you have been playing them? How have they changed?

I haven’t been playing Zok for very long, but I’ve recently had a chance to write how he feels about deeper questions, like what it would mean for Skeksis to have children, and what happens to Skeksis and urRu souls after they die. I think it’s made him a bit more three-dimensional.

About You!

1. What is your name?

Kate, a.k.a. Crow or Lady Stormcrow

2. What is your profession?

Social worker, currently working in substance abuse treatment.

3. What do you do to relax?

Watch favorite TV shows, play video games, listen to music, hang out outdoors, chat online.

4. What is your favorite treat (desert)?

I have a big weakness for flan and other custard desserts. Also caramel.

5. Favorite movie

Amadeus (1984).

6. Favorite book

Good Omens (and yes I loved the series too).

7. Favorite vacation spot

Grand Cayman. We were supposed to visit again this spring, but COVID happened.

8. Favorite Disney movie

I’m not sure I have one favorite, but I love Fantasia and The Rescuers.

9. How did you first get into role playing?

Almost 20 years ago, lol. When I first started going online in high school, I made an online friend ( @ksclaw ) who introduced me to the concept. We played interactions with our SWAT Kats fan characters, and she helped me get the hang of it.

10. What was your first platform? If it was something other than Tumblr, what made you get into Tumblr?

It was Livejournal. I discovered Tumblr in late 2011 after my friends in the Megamind fandom introduced me to it, and most of us migrated here from our old LJ community. I loved being able to reblog whatever struck my fancy, and while my interest has waxed and waned, as you can see I’m still here.

11. What’s a grammar rule you find yourself breaking or ignoring a lot?

I like to think I have pretty good grammar. I know I’m guilty of run-on sentences, though, and I overuse ellipses and mix up ; and -- far too much.

12. Are there any languages besides English in which you think you could comfortably roleplay?

Not really. I can speak and understand a little Spanish and French, but not enough to write anything meaningful, and I’m wary of translation software for anything beyond a short sentence. Sorry!

13. Do you listen to music while your write?

Sometimes. Usually not when I’m doing the actual writing (that’s distracting, and I like to hear the words in my head), but I’ll listen to it beforehand to get myself in a mood or get some inspiration.

14. Are you a morning, day, evening, or night writer?

Late morning after I’ve had my coffee is usually my best time. Unfortunately I’m usually at work during that time, but on slow days and weekends I try to take advantage of it.

15. How does tiredness affect your writing?

It turns me into a zombie who can dream but cannot actually write.

16. What is your biggest obstacle to writing every day, if time doesn’t count?

Lack of motivation. I daydream and imagine stuff easily enough, but putting it down into writing is much harder, especially when I’m braindead from work.

17. How many drafts is a paralyzing amount?

More than 5 is daunting, though fortunately Zok hasn’t gotten that many yet.

18. Is there anything character-wise or writing style-wise that you can’t stand?

Players who are unwilling to have their characters be in the wrong, or who get upset if my character doesn’t react the way they wanted. Not all interactions are going to be smooth and happy, and I’m fine with that. Your character is not you, just like mine is not me.

19. What kind of anonymous questions are your favorite?

Weird ones. I like having my muses react to them.

20. What is your weakest point in writing? Angst, fluff, dialogue, etc.?

Fluff is kind of tricky. I don’t have trouble imagining it, but I get paralyzed thinking “this is too indulgent, I shouldn’t publish it, no one but me will like it, etc.” Maybe that’s part of why Zok appeals to me, because he’s not the fluffy type.

#ooc #writing

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