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snakegorl212006 · 1 year

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Move in

“I assure you this house would be the best house you’ll stay at” mr.Crowly said as we entered the mansion “I see thank you for lending me this place” I replied and he smiled “why it’s not a problem. Sense I’m so generous, I already hired some moving company to handle your things” He said “oh I can’t thank you enough” I smiled “Of Course. As much as I would stay for your delicious tea, I have other business to conduct. You’ll have fun and your stuff will arrive shortly.” crowly said as he handed me the keys to the place and left. I decided to explore. This place is massive. Almost like each wing has a different time period and vibe.

Wing 1 Heartslabyul

Victorian era

Across from the main house,where I’m staying, is the first wing. Crowly called it Heartslabyul and I can see why. Red was the main theme like the hearts I assume it represents. There were meny references to playing card and roses. There was a vase of fresh roses which had red paint stains. A gambling room which was cool. the kitchen which had some clover patterns on the floor tiles. There was some sort of photography room where things were covered by sheets. Underneath the white sheets were a bunch of couches and one blank canvas. I took the dusty sheets the the laundry room to do later. I continued to explore up the stairs to see a portrait of a young male with red hair looking like madam red’s kid if they survived. Not to say he’s not handsome but he just looked…stiff. I shrugged it off and continued my exploration of the second floor. They’re were tons of guest rooms,like give it 6 or 7, and a master bedroom which was the only room which had a smell of roses. Nothing much happened other than that.

Wing 2 Savanaclaw

90’s

Now this place looks wild. Definitely a more familiar rich and famous 90’s look. Velvet couches with tiger stripes. There were some African- like vases and some expensive looking furniture. Yet it looks comfortable. Crowly said out of all the wings this Savanaclaw has the biggest garden. I might check that out some other time. There weren't many guest rooms upstairs, only 2 guest rooms. But there was a gym and a main master bedroom. The kitchen was pretty big but not as huge as Heartslabyul. Maybe most of the budget is used for outdoor recreational purposes.or remodel for convenience. There wasn't much here so I left.

Wing 3 Octavinelle

Roaring 20’s

This place has a large swimming pool and a terrarium garden. Though crowley did mentioned this i haven’t seen any swimming pools outside only the dome garden in the backyard. I can look later. I enter inside only to be amazed by the amount of aquariums and the minimum lighting which creates a almost enchanting atmosphere. Downstairs was a meeting room which looks more like a second living room. There was also a ketchen which was more well lit and has seashell handles for the cabinets which is adorable. Upstairs there was an office, 3 master, and 3 guest rooms. What got my attention was a locked room downstairs. Crowly said all the rooms of the wings are unlocked for me to explore as much as I wish. Perhaps there’s a skeleton key somewhere. I’ll look later.

Wing 4 Scarabia

90’s+1920’s Mix

What in the middle east. I know he said this was the most expensive wing but i didn’t think everything inside was practically made from gold. Not to say everything was but it’s just expensive looking almost like i shouldn't step in here. But i can’t deny this is the most inviting. There were velvet couches in some rooms and floor pillows in lounge rooms. accessories were more middle eastern and had some sort of high end jewelry. The ketches was more casual then others. More mellow and chill. There is an upstairs which had a music room and a treasury which was just left wide open…. Weird.. I looked inside just to be blinded by mountains and mountains of gold gems and a one random carpet. This could pay my rent for years. I closed the treasury and locked it tight so no one could steal it. Which reminds me to install cameras.

Wing 5 Pomefiore

Roaring 20’s

This is the only place which I knew part of the history too. Which also surprised me on how cheap the whole property was. This houses famous actor Vil Schoenheit who passed away from unknown means which includes his assistant Rook hunt and his protege Epel Felmier. Owning the property of who was once the most beautiful person in the world would be a dream come true for most of his fans. The wing was surely beautiful with royal purples. What stood out to me was the golden peacock throne in the middle of the lounge. There was a ballroom as well as a garden. Welp upstairs I go. This place has 3 masters and 2 guest as. One of the masters had a large vanity which had lines of skin care and make-up with a crown carefully placed in the middle.Ya this is definitely his.

Wing 6 Ignihyde

Steampunk

Dark and gloomy with technology everywhere, almost. Yet this place seems secure almost. The dim lighting make the place hard to see but i can tell there’s a tone of blue tents. There were skulls with gears on the walls. Kitchen was just as dark and apparently there was some laboratory in the attic. Which probably explains why there was a large dome on top of the wing. There was only 2 masters and no guest rooms. There was nothing in the first bedroom but in the second was there was a old realistic looking robot. On some broken charging station. Nope nope. I watched too many haunted doll movies. Last wing i go.

Wing 7 Diasomnia.

Medieval

Crowly said this was the oldest and largest wing on the property and he doesn't disappoint. This is like a mini castle which is not even lit by electricity like the others. Even the Heartslbyul was more well lit then this. I turned on my phone flashlight and began to look for matches. The lounge was huge which also had a throne which looked ominous to say the least. I began making my way to the kitchen to look for a match. I looked though the old black wooden covers to find old knifes and dishes yet no match. Then i heard rustling. I looked up to see bats. The whole ceiling is covered in black bats. Are those fruit bats. Ya i gotta get those removed. It’s unsafe for them to be here. I walked out and continued my search for matches. There were three floors to look at vs the usual 2 floors so i have a lot of ground to cover. Across from the kitchen though the lounge was a dining room the largest one i’ve seen. The creepy part was the fact there was a singular lit candle. You know what i give up on that match i have 2 more floors to explore so I gotta go. The second floor had a bunch of different quotrers, assuming for servants and guards. I’m assuming these are the guest rooms now days. On the top floor there was a library a large one 3 more guest rooms and one master room. The master room was pretty spacious yet this feels off. I ignored it. Besides, I’m not staying here. So i left.

Main house Ramshackle

present

When I arrived at the main house it was already like 9pm so I must have missed Crowley and the moving crew. I wonder what I need to re-arrange. The main house had 2 floors max with 7 guest rooms and 1 master which is my room. I did a survey and made sure everything is how I wanted. Dining room, office,ballroom, kitchen which is filled with groceries, lounge, and my room. Everything is in order so i should be fine. So i should get something to eat.

I managed to cook some (Favorite food) since I was craving it. There was no point in eating in the dining room so I ate in my room and watched TV, using my PS4 to watch YouTube. Mid video I heard a knocking sound. I paused my vid and headed downstairs with my empty plate. Silence. Then another set of knocking. I put my plate away and peaked through the eye hole. There’s no one there. Confused, I just left to go to bed. I wonder who was behind the door.

#twisted wonderland #yandere twst x reader #twisted wonderland au #haunted #twist x reader #twsited wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland haunted au #ghost au

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ventisettestars · 1 year

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Finished the first part of my Terrarium fic so sharing all the art I did for it! It’s a bit spoiler-y but I’m loving the vibes of plant!Danny. Part 2 will be on it’s way soon~

ao3 Link: Terrarium

Summary: One bad identity reveal later, Danny needed a place to stay in the zone and turned to an unlikely Ghost for shelter.

------------------------------------------------------------------ created for phic phight 2023 using these prompts:

Prompt #1 from @13thcat: There aren't that many plant!Danny in general so, Plant!Danny prompt! Is he possessed by Undergrowth? or other plant ghosts? Is he just vibing with the plants? Get creative!

Prompt #2 from @five-rivers: Horror, but soft and cozy with lots of sensation.

#danny phantom #phic phight 2023 #my art #draws #fic #my fic #dp

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goblinratman101 · 1 year

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Random Demon Slayer Headcanons/Thoughts I think of

This has spoilers for the Demon Slayer manga and I will go in detail so I suggest not to read this unless you have read the manga

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Shinobu and Giyuu in my opinion are much better as found siblings than as a couple, both of them went through traumatic experiences with their siblings before they were both adults. Out of all the Hashira those two are always seen together, both Shinobu and Giyuu I headcanon as gay and lesbian respectfully (I know I’m so original) I feel like we were robbed of a cool sibling relationship with these two. Plus these two have so many similarities that I just might make a separate post for these two

In addition to lesbian Shinobu I like to think she had a crush on Mitsuri when she first met her, but I think after Shinobu realised how in love Mitsuri was for Iguro, Shinobu would then hide her feelings even more and help Mitsuri with Iguro instead wanting Mitsuri to be happy over her own happiness

Muichiro usually answers with hums or a nod because he doesn’t really know how to respond in a conversation especially if it’s just small talk as he finds them pointless

Muichiro I like to think is AroAce and either demiboy or non binary and would use he/him and they/them pronouns. In the modern setting I think Muichiro would definitely be a gamer as he usually gets lost in his own world so I think if he got into a game he wouldn’t stop thinking about it and always get distracted by new game updates or randomly think of a game character he likes if something reminded him of them

I think we were robbed of a Rengoku and Iguro brother/childhood friends scenes. I like to think these two try and set up a time once a week/month were they catch up and see how the other is doing while hanging out, I think on one of these outings Rengoku invited Mitsuri a lot and that’s how both Mitsuri and Iguro would develop a deeper crush on each other with an oblivious Rengoku in the middle not getting the romance at all

Shinobu in the modern setting gives me big “Little Miss Perfect” vibes. I think she would win a lot of trophies for lots of competitions like fencing, tennis and writing but I think Shinobu would enjoy playing the piano the most

Sanemi I think would talk with Gyomie a lot about Genya asking if his little brother was doing ok or tell Gyomie about things Genya likes and dislikes, as well as try to convince Gyomie that he should quit the demon slayer corps. But I think Gyomie wouldn’t do that and instead try to convince Sanemi to fix his relationship with his brother

Tengen I think would have trauma from his dad and his upbringing and wouldn’t want to have kids thinking he would be a bad influence, though Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma would convince Tengen that he would be a great dad so after 2 years after the demon slayer war they would start trying for a family, I think Makio would get pregnant first then Suma then Hinatsuru I like to think they would have ten children in total with Suma having 4 children, Makio would have 3 and Hinatsuru would have 3

Modern setting Iguro would have a Netflix series about his family

Modern Shinobu would definitely read horror or thriller books while drinking jasmine tea or coffee and sitting by a window at a cafe sitting all pretty

Muichiro is Giyuu’s little brother both of them have quite conversations via eye contact

Rengoku is a terrible cook but is the absolute best at baking, he can make any type of bread or pastry his favourite one to make though are cakes, donuts and Swiss rolls and he lets Mitsuri and Senjirou taste test (High School Rengoku would be a part timer at a bakery the Kamado family owns)

Kanao made a decision she wanted a to grow a plant without flipping her coin and it was a succulent plant that she added to a terrarium she made after that she keeps in a bottle in her room

Modern Mitsuri would be the soft UwU girlfriend type but don’t be fooled by her soft pink sweaters and cute frog/cat stickers, this sweet girl can do all the hard work she can change a tire with no problem she can fix any leaking pipes need help carrying something heavy she’s got it

Modern Sanemi has a pet dog and whenever people find out they think it’s a big scary dog but I think Sanemi would have a either a Toy fox Terrier that is a rescue dog that’s missing a right eye (Mitsuri would crotchet a sweater for the dog)

Modern Iguro and Sanemi have a bros b4 hoes pact the gets broken 50% of the time when they have a boys night bc Mitsuri would booty call Iguro

Modern Mitsuri likes to play the ukulele especially love songs that she thinks would be cute to perform to Iguro, Mitsuri also practices her performance to her cat plush before showing Iguro but sometimes he catches her practice and falls even more in love every time

Modern Giyuu and Muichiro both hate phone calls. Muichiro hates them because he’ll have to remember what the phone call was about instead of having a history of all the things that have been said so it’s easier to remember stuff. Giyuu just doesn’t like talking on the phone or to people in general

Modern Nezuko is a big dinosaur nerd and has many dinosaur encyclopaedias ever since she was 10 and now that she’s 13 she’s visited a dinosaur museum at least 24 times, Nezuko has watched every Jurassic movie in existence at least 5 times in a row

Modern Tanjiro growing up had really bad eye sight and had to have glasses but now he uses contacts

Modern Zenitsu I like to think is actually really smart with school and usually aces all his exams and any surprise quizzes he gets, everyone just assumes his an idiot with the way he throws himself at people, I also think Zenitsu is bisexual and has a big crush on both Nezuko and Tanjiro

Inosuke is ftm transgendered and was fed up with his boobies so he stabbed his tits, a Kakushi then brought him to Shinobu who got rid of his boobs and once he explained he did it on purpose and it wasn’t a demon attack Shinobu then got Inosuke on testosterone

College + Modern AU Uzui would be a music major that works part time at a record label store and is in a punk rock band with Rengoku, Sanemi, Iguro and Kanae, Hinatsuru works at a cafe and is studying to be a marine biologist and hopes to work at a sea life rescue facility, Suma works at a pet adoption center and has a daily struggle to try not to adopt every animal that comes in and is the one that helped Sanemi find his pet, Makio is a freelance photographer that works mainly for add commercials and she is also studying for an arts degree, the four of them live in an apartment together and Makio owns an art studio to work in and to stay at if any of them needs space (I have story ideas for this headcanon already)

Modern Daki and Gyutaro are Tanjiro and Nezuko’s childhood friends Nezuko and Daki would get in a lot of fights but as they got older and went to high school together they became really close, Tanjiro and Gyutaro would already be good friends as Gyutaro would become much protective over Tanjiro and Nezuko and would become the ‘big’ brother out of the four

I feel as though we were robbed of some good storytelling with Hantengu and Nakemi out of all the underrated characters those two are my top tier favs and I wish we got more out of them other than the lower moons and Gyokko we don’t get to see their backstory much we also don’t really see much of them turning into demons with Nakemi being the one with little to no detail on her background I do know her husband was an asshole so she murdered him before a performance and would continue to murder before one for good luck, but she ran into Muzan and was then turned into a demon and I’m pretty sure you only get this info if you look for it, but dammit I love this murderous underrated Queen (I’ll go in depth about my fav underrated characters another time)

Modern Akaza/Hakuji have sensitive teeth and have to drink with a straw especially if he has ice with his drinks or else his teeth will get really irritated and will get a headache from how sensitive they are

I’m gonna end this now or else this will be too long if this gets enough like or if I feel like it I’ll make a second part.

Love you guys

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hekateinhell · 2 years

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Wait who is your fave VC vamp and why??

… ARMAND.

I can’t write, and no one’s inclined to read, an entire dissertation lol but this is important to me so I’ll attempt to nutshell hold my beer:

This is truly the character for the person that wants to experience it all. I always thought Armand was AR’s most tragic and complex creation, and I figure the only reason he managed to (mostly) avoid the fate of Lestat, and to an extent, Louis, is because he wasn’t a self-insert (I still love them though). And as much I would’ve LOVED more of him in the later books, I’m glad my boy didn’t get completely massacred.

After his cult is destroyed, he’s always trying to learn and grow, to an almost maniacal, obsessive degree. He desperately wants to recapture some sense of time and have a place in the world. From tearing through Lestat’s books in the tower to exploring the human world with Daniel, and still making an effort to be part of it and live among humans in the later books. His thirst for knowledge captivates me.

Armand knows how to play every one of his strengths to his advantage. This is the man with the plan. He’s cunning, willful, tenacious, patient, charming, ruthless, resilient, sensual, evocative—whatever he needs to be. He can be just as expressive and emotive as he can be detached and closed-off. Survival tactics when he had no other choice, but he’s learned to balance the ratios a bit now.

After everything, he’s trying to do better. He knows he’s no saint, and he never thought he was. Marius did. The level of character development—going from what Lestat found in a filthy cemetery in TVL to QotD, through MtD and TVA, to end up where he does by end of the series—is unmatched in VC. Even exhausted, depressed, heartbroken, and defeated throughout the centuries (and then surviving his suicide attempt) Armand pushes on and is finally able to create a lasting home with a family for himself. That resonates with me deeply.

Almost 300 years later and, as much as he absolutely adores the idiot, he’s still calling Lestat out on his bullshit even by the end of the series. This is important. Someone has to carry the braincells in that coven, sorry babe.

BONUS: one of my all-time favorite fanarts by @sheepskeleton: https://sheepskeleton.tumblr.com/post/141159959125/exploring-the-darkness-4-i-had-the-heart-and

And one of my favorite quotes:

“This was the coven master, surely, this quiet and forceful one, the one who would survive, no matter how the orphan in him wept.” ~ Lestat, TVL

TL; DR - we vibe, and I enjoy analyzing him like a lil’ lizard in a terrarium *gives cricket*

#you ask and hekate answers #and then some #I tried but this has been my TedTalk #blorbo appreciation post #mildly meta #vc #the vampire chronicles #armand

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what-immortal-hand-or-eye · 10 months

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Hehe for the send me a fandom thing not to be obvious, but Trigun?

Oh absolutely!!!

The first character I first fell in love with: Vash!!!! His swagless whimsy intrigued me, but it wasn’t until ep5 of Stampede when he says “If God won’t save you, I will” that I became obsessed with him. I went “ohhhh he’s messed up for REALSIES” and put him in my mental centrifuge. This happened months ago and he hasn’t left.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Wolfwood, weirdly enough. It took me a while to get the hang of him. Really it wasn’t until I read Trimax and got to the parentification backstory that he became laser-etched in my brain.

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: I don’t know if I have one, tbh, I love all of these characters a lot. I have extremely complicated feelings about Knives but I adore how complex he is as a character. I don’t want to fox him I want to put him in a terrarium and study him.

The character I love that everyone else hates: maybe I’m just in the right part of the fandom, but I haven’t seen a lot of hate for anyone. Zazie, maybe, because they get overlooked but I think about the implications of them a lot.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: still love all of these dweebuses

The character I would totally smooch: 🥰 Milly Thompson. She’s sooooo my type it’s not even funny.

The character I’d want to be like: well. I’m already embarrassingly similar to a lot of these guys (derogatory to us all), but maybe trimax Luida? She seems like she has her shit together, and who doesn’t respect an older butch? 🫡

The character I’d slap: I am actively eviscerating both Conrad and Chapel. Not in a cute teehee way but in a “do you want to know the color of your guts?” Kind of way.

A pairing that I love: Vashwood does make me feel shrimp emotions, but polyguns (vash x milly x Meryl x Wolfwood) feels so Right. They’re a team they’re friends they’re a family. It’s the vibe.

A pairing that I despise: k/v gives me the ick.

Thanks for asking! This was fun

#answered #ask game

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fantasyinallforms · 1 year

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Okay you HAVE to do “First thing you should know…it was an accident.”

The last prompt of the March Madness Fotfics event! Thank you, @sunnyrosewritesstuff! It's fitting that the last prompt I do for this event is the one I went a little crazy with.

Also, find this and my other work on A03! https://archiveofourown.org/works/46128451/chapters/116124325

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Title: Happy Accidents; part 1

There were many things you could say about Dis Durin. Chief among them was that she loved her boys with her entire being. She especially loved spoiling them whenever the occasion arrived, and this week there was an occasion. It was Fili and Kili’s 11th birthday, and Dis had a small catalog in front of her filled with places she could take them. The boys sat on either side of her, eagerly throwing their opinions into the mix.

“Thorin! What do you think of this one?” Dis called to him as he walked inside from his shop. Thorin peered over the table to read what she was pointing at.

“Plant and sip? Isn't that where you build terrariums and sip on wine? You might be about ten years too early for that one, sis.”

“They have non-alcoholic parties.” Dis rolled her eyes. “What do you think, boys? You get to build a terrarium for a cactus or succulent.” Yells of excitement flooded the house for the next few moments as Dis got a clear answer to her inquiry.

“Alright, we’re going next Saturday at 2pm. Thorin, make sure you’re free.” Dis commanded matter of factly. Thorin put down the cup of water he was drinking to cock an eye at his sister.

“What makes you think I’m going? I have a black thumb. I’m good at building things, not growing them.”

“It’s not about being good at it! The boys want to spend more time with you. Do it for them” As if on queue Fili and Kili abandoned their excited conversation about cacti and rushed Thorin’s legs.

“Please, uncle! Please, please, please! It’s really hard to kill a cactus!” The boys refused to stop hopping around his legs until he eventually gave in.

“Fine! I’ll go!” Thorin shouted, running his hands through his hair in defeat. He glared and rolled his eyes at the pleased self-satisfied smile Dis was now sporting.

A week later, he was pulling up to a barn-style building with a wooden sign hanging from it called ‘The Sipping Plant. To the right of the building was a long greenhouse. It was a locally owned place, not a chain. That actually made Thorin a little happier. Being a small business owner himself, he understood the struggle. He waited for Dis to arrive, and they all walked in together. The inside had a distinctive boho vibe to it. The front seemed to be a store. There were shelves lined with pots, trinkets, and various plants. As well as some handcrafted wood-based items like birdhouses and pre-made planter kits. An older man wearing overalls and gardening gloves greeted them just inside.

“You must be the Durins! Go ahead and get settled in the back party room, and I’ll direct your guests through as they come in. You’re expecting 14 people total, correct?” The man asked.

“Yes, 14. Are you the owner?” Dis asked.

“Me? No, no. I just work here. Name is Hamfast Gamgee, but that's a mouthful, so you can call me Gaffer. Owner is Bilbo, and he’ll be leading the terrarium building” Gaffer led them to the back room. Beds of plants lined walls, and wide tables with matching wooden benches sat in neat rows facing another table on a raised platform at the front of the room. The room had been decked out in balloons and ribbons, and the chalkboard at the front read ‘Happy birthday, Fili and Kili!’ in pretty loopy handwriting. Strung between 2 very tall cacti was a banner that said ‘WELCOME.’

Dis sat them all at the front middle table, and they waited. Soon the room was filled with Fili and Kili’s friends and a few parents. The room was a buzz with voices, and Thorin was wondering how this mystery instructor was going to get everyone to quiet down. Just as he thought that, the lights in the room turned off, then turned back on again. The noise died down as everyone looked toward the door. In walked a short man (thought that was relative to Thorin, who was 6’6ft) with curly honey-brown hair. He wore jeans and a ruffled yellow shirt covered by a green gardening apron with large front pockets. He had a round face, an adorable button nose, and his ears were just slightly pointed. His mouth fell open as he watched the man walk across the room and take his position behind the table.

He stopped in front of the chalkboard and surveyed the room before addressing everyone in a pleasant tenor voice. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but he could sware the man's eyes lingered on him just a tad longer than the others in the room.

“Welcome! My name is Bilbo. Raise your hand if it’s your first time here.” most of the room raised their hands. “Wonderful, thank you for being here. I know this is in celebration of two very special birthdays. So let's start with making sure our birthday boys stand out!” He approached the table they were sitting at and knelt down. “Looks like I have two queen bees today” He handed them a pair of bee antennas. The boys took them hastily and put them on their heads.

“But wait! We’re not the queen! Mama would be the queen! Can we be prince bees?” Kili asked excitedly. Bilbo looked at Dis, who seemed a little flustered but gave a small nod. He returned to the table, got another pair of antennas, and handed them over.

“Prince bees and their mom, the queen bee it is. But what about your Dad?” Thorin paled immediately

“I’m their uncle, not their dad.” Thorin quickly rushed to say. He really wanted this man to know that he was very much not taken. Bilbo nodded and returned to the front. He instructed everyone to get a drink from the coolers in the corners of the room and walked them through the different materials they would be working with. They each chose a pot and two succulents from the plant beds Bilbo pointed to. When they sat back down, Bilbo laid out rocks, a bucket of soil, and some decorations at each table. The rest of what Bilbo said was lost to him. Enchanted, he watched small, nimble hands dirty themselves in the soil and expertly transplant the succulent from the temporary pot it was in into the more permanent one in front of him. How could a person be this cute?

“Alright, now it’s your turn. I’ll walk around if anyone needs any help.” Bilbo announced. Shit. He hadn't been paying attention to the actual words the man had been saying. He grabbed the little trowel in front of him and layered a big scoop into his pot. Before he could start taking the nursery pot off his succulent, Bilbo picked up his pot and dumped out the soil.

“It looks like you might have missed a step. Rocks first for drainage, then soil.” Thorin failed to keep the blush off his face as he corrected his mistake. Eventually, they made it to the final decoration stage. They were instructed to decorate their pots and soil however they wanted. The boys seemed to be having a blast decorating theirs with little plastic dinosaurs and spaceships. The artist in Thorin liked this part a lot himself, although he was going for a less busy aesthetic than his nephews. He was deep in concentration when he heard a stool pull up beside him. Sitting on the stool, Bilbo was at eye level with him. From a distance had thought the man had brown or maybe even dark blue eyes, but now that he had a good look at his face, he saw that his eyes were, in fact, a deep shade of green. Deeper than emerald but far more mesmerizing.

“That looks amazing! Most of my adult clients are usually pretty tipsy by this point in the process. Is that a crow?” Bilbo asked enthusiastically.

“It’s a Raven. I’ve always really liked ravens.” Thorin replied sheepishly.

“As you should! They’re smart, beautiful birds and more helpful in a garden than you would think. It's very detailed. I wish I could draw half as well as you.” Bilbo giggled, and Thorin couldn't help but smile at the sound of it. He felt like a kid that got the attention of his crush, and he didn't want to lose it.”

“I’m good with my hands!.... I mean, it’s my profession using my hands… Building things! I build things. Mostly out of metal but also wood. So you could say I have a lot of practice being creative.” He wanted to bury his head in his hands in embarrassment. Luckily he was rescued from his torment by another table asking for help.

“You should get his number after this!” Dis hissed in his ear, causing him to jump. Thorin shot her a slightly incredulous look. “I’ve known you my entire life. I can tell when you get heart eyes for someone, and you practically ogled the man on his way into the room.”

“Chances are he’s not even gay!” Thorin hissed back

“I forgot your gaydar is hopelessly broken. There are two pride flags in this room, Thorin. Which means if he’s not gay, which I would bet money he is, he at least won't take offense to the question.” Thorin looked around the room to find the flags he clearly missed. One was sitting right on the desk in front of him, nestled in a jar of sharpies. The other took him longer to find, and it wasn't until he looked back at Bllbo that he saw the flag pinned clear as day to his apron. Well, it wasn't sure proof, but it definitely boded well.

It had been a few years since he had tried his hand at the dating pool. He valued his space and his solitude and wasn't willing to give that up for just anyone. One look at Bilbo's, though, and he was considering it. Surely he was being silly. He had met this man an hour ago, but something about him radiated like sunshine through thunderclouds, and it made Thorin want to try.

The formal part of the party ended, and the room was left to them for cake-cutting and unwrapping gifts. The boys were over the moon with all of it. Thorin was particularly happy with their reactions to the wooden swords he made and painted for them. Soon after the last package was unwrapped, guests started filtering out until, finally, it was just Dis, the boys, and himself. He took the antennas off the boy's heads and whispered to his sister.

“You get the boys home. I’m going to hang back for a moment.” Dis’s face lit up, and she pushed his nephews out of the door, sparing him a wink before she left. He wrestled his nerves and turned back towards the party room. Bilbo was wiping down the chalkboard and humming an unfamiliar tune. In all his nervousness, Thorin's approach set off an unfortunate chain of events. He went to step onto the raised platform and underestimated the ledge causing him to trip. In an attempt to break his fall, he absent-mindedly grabbed the saguaro cactus standing to the side of the chalkboard. This caused him to jump back in a jolt of pain, again, forgetting the ledge. Thorin fell backward off the raised platform and crashed into a table. The table's legs snapped under the weight of the impact, sending it and him to the floor with a bang.

His head swam for a moment, and there was a light ringing in his ears as the world came back into focus. It was a very pleasant focus as Bilbo's face was now inches from his.

“Mr. Durin, are you ok! Gaffer, help me get him up, then go grab the first aid kit!” Thorin felt his body get pulled into a sitting position, and finally, he fully regained his senses.

“First thing you should know…it was an accident. Second thing is that I will definitely make you a new table,” Thorin mumbled, clutching his head. He winced when he realized one of his hands was covered in cactus spines.

“I’m not worried about the table! Do you need me to call an ambulance?” Bilbo fretted. He was kneeling on the floor in front of Thorin, one hand supporting his back and the other resting on his chest.

“No, no, I’m sturdier than I look. I might need help getting these spines out of my hand, though.”

“Yes, I can help with that. Here lean on me, and I can help you up.” Bilbo braced himself so that Thorin could lean on him instead of his injured hand.

“No offense. Are you sure you can help me up? I’m twice your size.”

“I’m stronger than I look, but to be safe, make sure you lean into your other hand.” It was a little bit of a struggle, but Bilbo was able to help him stand up and get seated on a proper bench. A short time later, Gaffer came running back in with a first aid kit in hand. Bilbo took it and pulled a chair to him so close that their knees interlocked. He held out his hand, motioning for Thorin to hand his over. When he did, Bilbo took it in a firm but gentle grasp.

“I am so sorry, but this next part will sting a lot, and the pain will likely ache the more spines I take out. Are you sure you wouldn't rather have urgent care do it?” Bilbo met his eyes with a worried expression. Thorin put his hand on Bilbo's knee.

“No, I’m fine. Like I said, I’m sturdy.” Thorin enjoyed the little blush that crossed Bilbo's face at the casual touch, but he retracted his hand, not wanting to overstep. Bilbo started plucking the spines out in silence. He wasn't wrong; the more spines came out, the worse it hurt. Sensing Thorin’s discomfort, Bilbo tried to strike up a casual conversation.

“So, what were you on your way to ask me before all of this happened?” Bilbo asked, still concentrating on his hand.

“I was returning the antennas, and I was going to say thank you. The boys had a lot of fun.” He winced as the last of the spines came out. “Is that all of them?” Thorin asked

“No, I have to get the fine hairs out next, then clean it. This next part won't hurt as bad, but it will feel weird. Bilbo pulled out a little jar of glue and coated Thorin’s hand in it, then placed a few gauze pads over it. “The glue will dry and pull the little spines out. So were you just coming to return the antennas, or did you want to ask me something…else?” Thorin’s head snapped up to look a the bashful smile spreading across Bilbo’s face.

“Well, I should probably ask for your number. You know, just in case I decide to put my hand through another cactus. You do definitely seem to know what you’re doing.” Thorin tried to flash a cheesy grin, hoping his attempt at being smooth wasn't as horrible as it sounded in his head. To his delight, Bilbo started laughing.

“I’ve had a lot of practice bandaging accidental cacti wounds. I’ve never had someone break a table, however, so I will get to add that to my list of firsts.” Bilbo looked him right in the eyes with a sweet smile and ripped the glue-soaked gauze off his hand in one clean motion. Thorin wrenched his hand back in a yelp of pain.

“You said that wasn't going to hurt as much!” Thorin grumbled, rubbing his hand

“I lied, sorry! I needed you to not tense your hand. I’m sure it feels much better now. I just need to clean it with some peroxide, and we’re all done.” Bilbo gingerly wiped his hand down. When he was done, he gave the back of his hand a little pat and got up. Thorin was sad to see him move away. He was also sad to realize that Bilbo had never actually given him his number. Thorin pulled the car keys out of his pocket and scratched behind his head in a nervous gesture.

“I appreciate the help, and again, I’ll make sure you get another table. I guess I should probably head out.” He started to turn around for the door when Bilbo called him back.

“Wait! You just crashed into a table; there is no way you should drive home! Y-you could have a concussion or… something. Let me drive your car home, and Gaffer can follow behind us to take me back.” Thorin was not about to question getting to spend a little more time with this cactus-loving gardener.

“I live about 30 minutes away so as long as you're sure. My truck is a stick shift. Is that going to be an issue?”

“Not at all! I love driving stick!” Bilbo seemed oblivious to his double entendre, then turned a wonderful shade of scarlet. “I mean, I drive stick all the time! Wait, no I… just give me the keys….” Bilbo swiped the keys from his hand and quickly walked out the door, not making eye contact. Thorin stared after him with a lopsided grin and fond eyes. He had known Bilbo for all of two and a half hours, and he already wanted to kiss the man silly.

The car ride was comfortable. They listened to a few songs off their playlists and then swapped stories about their jobs and hobbies. All too soon, they pulled up to Thorin’s house.

“Wow! Your house is way nicer than I thought it would be! Not that I thought it would look bad or anything! It just doesn't match up to the aesthetic I thought you would keep.” Bilbo put the car in park and stepped out. Thorin did the same. He walked around to the side of the car Bilbo was standing on to continue the conversation.

“That’s because my sister picked the house. Most of what makes me, me is in a workshop around the back. You should see it sometime. I know you do projects of your own I think you’d like it.” Thorin hung the second bid for more time together out in the open, hoping Bilbo would take it.

“I think I’d like that,” Bilbo replied, blushing. Thorin held his breath as those deep green eyes looked through lases up at him. Bilbo stood comfortably in the shadow of his broad frame and heaven above; he looked like he was meant to fit there. The air hung heavy for a moment before Bilbo rolled up onto his tiptoes and planted a chaste kiss on Thorin’s lips. “I have to go but… you should call me!” He felt him slip something into the breast pocket of his flannel shirt, then turn and walk away. He stared in shock as he watched Bilbo’s pleasant form disappear into a yellow Volkswagen. When he checked his pocket a moment later, it was a business card for The Sipping Plant with a heart drawn around where Bilbo’s number was.

#bagginshield #thilbo #bilbo x thorin #the hobbit #fotfics #FIAF(me)fics #fanfiction

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theartistknownaslymond · 1 year

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Whumptober 2022 day 29

Still hanging on, still determined to finish the list!!

Sleep Deprivation | Defiance | “Better me than you.”

As per @stripedroseandsketchpads These all feel intensely Francis but idk how exactly

They do and they are. I’m not sure this fic actually hits any of them directly, but I have confirmed with @erinaceina that these prompts are all bang on for the vibes of this particular scene. It’s Checkmate, Francis thinks Sybilla and Richard have drowned - then he thinks just Richard has. Sybilla just wants to know why he won’t come home.

It’s a bit of a direct scene re-write - the dialogue follows fairly closely to Dorothy. But I tried to give it as much of my own twist as possible. Not much in the way of CW, but Francis is tired and has been drinking, there’s reference to the ferry disaster, he thinks he’s lost his closest family and he’s got a pretty awkward relationship with them rn. Francis also has a bit of suicidal longing in the background, and some dissociation going on. Big emotional whump, rather than physical - that’s the intention, anyway.

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The sky was still dark when Archie pulled up at the cordon. The world seemed upside down, lit from below by the flashing blue lights of emergency vehicles, by the torches held by gendarmes over rain-smudged passenger lists, by the brake lights of the cars of relatives parked higgledy-piggledy around as they tried to learn what had happened to their loved ones.

Archie tried to hand him an umbrella but Francis was already out of the door, not moving quickly, but with a steady, intractable purpose. He seemed to watch himself open the car door as though from the other side of a piece of foggy glass - like his life was continuing within a terrarium and he was standing, sleep-starved and numb, on the outside. Not even the heavy rain that began to soak his t-shirt seemed to really reach him as he strode towards the nearest gendarme.

He was recognised - the man's look of harassed concern flickered, and he smiled at the rock star Lymond, like this celebrity appearance had been just the relief he needed from his miserable work. No doubt he was familiar with Lymond's recent charitable exercises, and he suggested, "You're here to help with the handing out of the blankets, Monsieur?" He gestured towards a van with its back doors open, where a group of volunteers were marshalling blankets, umbrellas, warm drinks and food for anyone who didn't need to be bundled away to hospital immediately.

"Ah, non," Francis hesitated, hoping to recognise any of the huddled figures standing under huge golf umbrellas and sipping from steaming polystyrene cups. "J'ai...j'ai eu du famille à bord de lui. Je...je ne sais pas..."

He was surprised at how calm his voice sounded - like a recording, almost disinterested. But the gendarme blanched.

"Euh, mon dieu." The hand holding the pen above the clipboard flinched, as thought his reflex was to make the sign of the cross. He wiped futilely at the rain on his brow and straightened his shoulders in a belated aspect of professionalism. "Nom et prénom?"

Francis spoke the names of his mother and brother with robotic clarity, and watched the young officer grimace as he tried to peel apart the sheets of paper he held. They were turning to papier-mâché before their eyes, tearing in sad wadges of ink and wood pulp as the gendarme's wet fingers fumbled with them.

He tried to shake them apart and succeeded only in tearing the bottom clean off a number of sheets. He muttered a curse and poked at the part of the list he'd uncovered, and then looked up at Francis with round, excited eyes.

"Madame Semple? Elle vive!"

He could not find Richard's name, but Sybilla - Sybilla was alive. Francis swayed under the pressure of the rain and gasped. He felt like he'd taken a blow to the chest, or like a fault had opened down his sternum and the news of Sybilla's survival was pulling him apart in one direction as the absence of Richard wrenched him open in another. He managed, breathlessly, to thank the man and then turned to find Archie.

After stumbling through the the rain aimlessly for what seemed like an unforgivably long time, Francis finally discovered his friend - he was handing out blankets and hot chocolate, and he didn't hesitate to force a cup of the latter into Francis' freezing hands.

"She's at the hospital..." was all he could mumble in return, his lips numb, his stomach clenching rebelliously at the thought of sustenance of any kind.

Archie guided him back to the car. He leaned over and pulled Francis' seat belt across his chest, even as Francis sat there clutching the scalding hot cup of chocolate and rainwater, his blond curls dripping into it with each shiver of his body. Archie drove them safely but with efficiency to the hospital building and trusted Francis to make his own way from the drop-off point while he parked up.

No other friend would have shown such faith in him then, and Francis was relieved to be able to avoid the negotiations another might have insisted upon. He dropped the untouched cup of chocolate into a bin and walked to the desk.

The receptionist stared at him as though he'd crawled from the Channel himself, but she apologised and said that Mme. Semple had been discharged and had gone to her hotel.

There were only so many options, but Francis' first guess was correct. He knew her tastes and her budget, he knew something of her memories for the career she'd had, and Archie helped him make it to her room when dawn was still yet to break.

He'd supposed that she would be resting, but the concierge was adamant that she had just called for coffee to be brought up to her and that she would welcome a visit from her dear son.

Her only son, Francis thought, standing outside the door to her suite. Her only child. Eloise had dissipated into a winter's night and now Richard had been snatched by the storm. And no matter how he'd tried, how near he'd come and how many maelstroms he'd been drawn into, Francis was still here. Still standing outside his mother's door knowing that while she wouldn't be disappointed to see him she really ought to have been.

She opened the door shortly after his knock and he was surprised to see her dressed and put together. The clothes were as immaculate as ever: black cashmere skirt and black silk blouse; black court heels and black scarf tied in a pussy-bow at her throat; sapphires and mother-of-pearl and the scent of home and safety.

She did not say anything, and she did not smile. Her skin was nearly as pale as her pristine white hair and her blue eyes looked faded in contrast with her black eyeliner. The last time they had met, Francis had refused to say a word to her, and now she exercised her prerogative to do the same, keeping her lips tight and her expression unreadable.

"I'm sorry, you didn't need to see me," Francis said, and the control he'd had over his voice earlier was gone. He observed this with the same detachment as he'd done before, but the barrier between life and the observation of it had grown weak, and he felt on the precipice of falling in.

"Nonsense," Sybilla beckoned him inside with a muted gesture.

He didn't seek a hug so neither did she. He stared savagely at the floor as he passed her and ran a hand through his sodden hair. He looked at the little coffee tray on the low table by the window and wondered at the hotel's callousness in sending up a set for two. He felt himself shudder, felt his limbs weaken - it was as if he was being drawn back into his own self despite every attempt to resist it.

Finally, he had to look at her again, feeling his eyes wide and his breathing heavy. "I'm so sorry. Richard - he didn't...?"

Sybilla's back was to him as she eased the door closed. She turned, tossing the white waves of hair over her shoulder, and she sniffed back some emotion and rubbed at her pink nose with a tissue. "Where did you hear it?"

Francis told her about the gendarme. There was a slight gap in the drawn curtains and he stared through it at the corpse-grey light of day-break. "I'm here to help with anything you need. Were you travelling with any of his staff?"

"Sit down, Francis. Look, take some coffee. For heaven's sake - a towel," Sybilla stepped into the ensuite and emerged with a folded, fluffy bath sheet.

He looked at the chair she offered but did not take it - he was soaked through, so he accepted the towel instead and merely hugged it to his chest beneath folded arms.

Sybilla took her seat and poured the coffee out. "He had two advisors with him. Jonty and Mac. There's been no news of either. I've called their families."

She looked up at him, the sugar-tongs poised over his cup. "How many is it, these days?"

Francis shook his head. "None. Black will do. Do you want me to arrange transport for their bodies when they're found? I...I had the experience last year, with Diccon. I'll do the same for Richard."

Her hand quivered, and a cube of sugar dropped into the cup anyway. "Yes...yes, quite so..."

"Does Mariotta know?"

"I've spoken to her, yes," Sybilla disguised the tremor in her voice beneath the clink of tea-spoon on china.

Francis squeezed the folded towel tight to his body and stared down into the whirling black coffee. "I need to finish the album. I have obligations here. But afterwards - if it's necessary - if there's use for me - "

Sybilla watched him carefully without prompting him to continue. She placed the sugared coffee on the side of the table nearer the empty chair, and then began to prepare her own.

"Honestly - you would tell me, if I could be of use?"

She glanced up again and then tasted her drink. She pulled a face and added a drop more cream. "Honestly? It isn't my place. Mariotta must decide what she can manage and what she cannot."

He felt the towel in his arms growing damp as it absorbed some of the rainwater from his t-shirt, but still he just stood by her table, staring down at the coffee set like it was an elaborate chess-board, laid out mid-game. "Well, I owe her family a debt."

His mother's expression was hidden again as she bent over her coffee. She didn't raise her face this time, but studied the same pieces he did on the table in front of her. "If you put it to her like that, of course she will summon you - likely to care for me, as anything else. Then what will you do?"

Francis at last blinked. He placed the folded towel on top of the empty seat and perched himself on it, leaning forwards with his long fingers laced, his elbows on his knees, the leather cuffs he wore on each wrist growing stiff and uncomfortable from the damp. "Honestly? I don't know. It depends what condition I find the place in. It depends what care I find is needed. But I had hoped to return to the USSR."

Sybilla met his eyes and hers narrowed. She tilted her head a little and studied him curiously before asking, with less tact that was customary, "Is this about that new record agent? You're going back for Ms Çalışkan?"

Francis pursed his lips and his brows pinched together. He took a sip of thick, dark coffee and ground his teeth at the taste. On top of stale wine and hours-old stomach acid it was bitter and vile, even with the unasked-for sugar. "I'd go back whether or not my agent was based there," he answered.

Sybilla turned a knowing look on him. "Now, I may not deserve your trust, but I should still like to know: she remains your agent?"

Francis smiled mirthlessly. "Yes. I find it so much simpler to keep all the essentials in one place."

Sybilla's expression did not alter at his tone. "But you would go back to that...dour, repressive country, whether or not she was there?"

"I would."

She sat back, her elegant hands draped over each arm of the chair, her rings catching a weak ray of sunlight that had mistakenly found its way past both clouds and curtains. "What if I were no longer in Scotland? Would you come home then?"

Francis blinked and shook his head. "It would make no difference," he answered. Small, perplexed divots had appeared between his brows and by the corner of his lips.

"So you will return to Russia unless Mariotta asks otherwise? Even if I died or joined the retirees on the Costa del Sol?"

His eyes narrowed as hers had done, and he worked his jaw, well aware of how she had led him through all the hoops she'd set out. "You don't imagine I wish you dead, or exiled among the living dead and those in hiding from Interpol? Scotland is your home. I have lived there barely half of my life."

"You think I have nothing to hide from Interpol?" Sybilla twitched a brow and took a sip of coffee. "In any case, I might have died today, whether it was wished for or not. And even then, you really would have resisted going back? Does the Soviet cause really mean more to you?"

"No," he said easily and honestly.

She almost hid her smile behind her cup, but then she had to place it down as gratified tears spilled over her lower lashes. She dabbed at them with her tissue, satisfied at this achievement - like when, as a child, he had asked some simple question (why?) that threatened a complex answer, and Gavin had driven him away, telling him to find out for himself if he cared so much, and he had returned, hours later, dust from the family encyclopedias on his fingers and more detail in his research than even Sybilla had expected of him.

"Drink your coffee, Francis," she said decisively.

He picked up two more sugar cubes and dropped them into it, then filled the vessel with cream. It disguised the bitterness so that he was able to keep it down on his roiling stomach, and he twitched the curtain open with a pair of fingers so that he could see the anaemic winter sun splitting the storm clouds like kintsugi in the body of a broken pot.

The weather had not fully cleared - rain spat at the window-panes in sporadic bursts, the telephone wires outside wailed and moaned in the wind, and even the comfortable architecture of the hotel had its draughts. The door dividing Sybilla's suite from the next room juddered and the lock rattled in its cradle.

"All this work you're doing - you don't imagine it can be done as effectively there, as it could be with the freedoms you have at St Marys?" Sybilla watched him staring outside, taking in the lines of care at his eyes and brow, the scrawny, sinewey look of his neck and cheeks, and the bruises borne of sleeplessness below his eyes. "If you cannot be my neighbour then I will leave. I have the gîte. I can go directly there."

He turned to her, his expression so strange that she might almost think he was offended by the suggestion. "I'd have the Edinburgh ladies' art society turn up with torches and pitchforks," he said in a voice that seemed quite unlike his own. "I'd be condemned as the Duke of Sutherland."

Sybilla's tone was severe as she batted his objections aside with a hand. "The Edinburgh ladies can holiday in the Camargue and discover the art beyond their own doorsteps. No one can stop me from moving if I choose."

Francis cradled his cup between his two hands and made the smallest of gestures to contradict her. "I meant it," he said quietly. "There are other reasons I won't go. Whether you're two hours away or two days away, it makes little difference."

He saw the fierceness of her intellect latch on to that one small change in his phrasing: little difference. Not none. Her fingers tightened on her own mug and she sat forwards a little on her chair, her gaze dogged. "So tell me, Francis. What other reasons? What can possibly stand between you and coming home?"

A voice from behind, accompanied by the draught of a door opening, said in a granite-firm tone: "My right hook will stand between him and setting foot anywhere north of Watford! And your grandson and I will certainly stand between you and some demented exile to the gîte." Richard stood in the doorway to the adjoining suite in shirt sleeves and unknotted black tie, his cuff-links loose and his face red. "Apologies, brother - had I spent another minute in the shower you might have been made sole inheritor to the family estate."

Sybilla was on her feet, her cheeks ashen and her eyes bright. "Good lord, Richard!"

Francis felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, the skin of his arms prickle and his chest grow warm. He turned but didn't stand, and stared at the brother who had disowned him last summer, after one defection too many.

He wasn't green-cheeked and swathed in kelp; not bloated and gnawed on by fishes; he bore no injury and no sign of pain. He was as vital and robust as he'd always been: the steady hands offering a boost up to the big tree - or to the biscuit jar on the high shelf - the athlete whose weekend activities were cheered on through the muddiest seasons of the year, the school prefect and debating champion whose speeches Francis had listened to in awe as he paced his room in practice. The beloved performer of the songs the adults wanted to hear: steady, soothing piano and inconspicuous ballads on the guitar.

He was alive and he was standing a few paces from Francis, giving off a smell of sage and citrus from the hotel shower gel, his hands curled into fists and his jaw locked in fury.

Francis turned back, slowly, to his mother and played her exclamation over again in his mind.

Anger. Her voice had been raised in anger.

She was angry, as angry as Richard was - she wasn't surprised for a moment to see him there, on his feet, fresh and ready for anything.

There had been two cups.

He'd not seen Richard's name on the list because the list had fallen apart in the gendarme's hands.

Francis looked up at his mother and understood then the trick she had played.

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Note: Duke of Sutherland, responsible for a big tranche of the Highland clearances. Not popular in vast parts of Scotland.

#whumptober2022 #whumptober #band au: checkmate #every day i write the book #character: francis crawford #character: archie abernethy #character: sybilla semple #character: richard crawford

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itslarsyouguys · 9 months

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I am so burnt out, parenting 24/7 with no safety net or support is apparently unsustainable and my kids are just talking constantly and my brain can’t process it, like I just can’t even hear it any more, it just makes my skin itch and I want to sob. I had ONE DAY away with my friend a month and a half ago and I feel guilty for needing another break already? Even though that is all I have had for seven years or so?

and a lot is tangled up with my mom having passed away so I don’t have what most people I know have, I can’t just call her for help, and my husband’s family doesn’t like me so I’m a lot less willing to just be asking them for favors, and I don’t have a lot of close in person friends to ask for help, and even my brother I feel like a burden to because I’m always asking for favors.

I have just been depressed for a while and lost my identity in parenting for a while and I have run out of support systems and all I can focus on is how we don’t have childcare for either our wedding anniversary or our big 20th anniversary together! Like ok if I had the bandwidth to find people and interview them and do a vibe check and then clean my home enough so Im not embarrassed to have someone here then ok maybe but my husband isn’t going to do any of that and he doesn’t have anything planned either. It’s not like it would cure everything, but for our TWENTIETH ANNIVERSARY you’d think we could have a long weekend away somewhere exotic seeming? Like somewhere we can’t easily go to already? I have a list of restaurants nearby I really want to go to and the day we could get childcare for doesnt have any openings, so whats the point?

I just... I’d like to be cared for for a little bit. Cared for the way I care for my kids, or cared for like a little lizard in a terrarium but I cant be an adult human anymore

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inkofamethyst · 9 months

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July 10, 2023

Both my undergrad and grad uni subreddits were a bit of a mess after the affirmative action ruling. As a somewhat high-performing (I would say “slighty-above-average” but I think that says more about the company I keep and the circles I find myself in than how I actually compare to most people) underrepresented minority from a “middle class” background... I feel weird about it all. Really weird. Idk. Responsible reparations would fix a lot of the issue (albeit slowly) but what do I know.

DECOR SHOPPING HAS COMMENCED. I’ve got a mini globe, I’ve got wisteria (might get more), I’ve got an Enterprise-D model on the way, I’ve got several craft ideas of varying difficulty, from printing out maps on beige paper and painting thrifted glassware into terracotta vases to creating mossy crystal mini terrariums and a crocheted granny square blanket (which I may wait to make until I get into the new place, so I’ll have far too much time to plan it to perfection). Speaking of crafting, I have to organize my crafty things and pick my favorites to come with me. May and June were months of rest. July and August are to be months of craft.

I feel a bit calmer about spending since I have a TA check coming in a few weeks to offset some of it.

Somewhat related to crafting, I’ve wanted to try ginger braids for a few months now, and I may be able to incorporate them into an Ariel halloween costume. The only other thing I’d really need to make from scratch would be some black outer piece (swiss waist/vest/corset). This is a big deal because this could be my first year with a full-fledged costume.

I started looking for star trek things to print out and hang on the wall, and I’ve found, well, a lot, including an entire technical manual?? I don’t have enough pieces of cardstock to print all of them, but there are several things in here that I love and cannot wait to hang. I’m also looking for poetry and quotes, but the only one I’m for sure going to put up is Harlem just as a kind of reminder.

I’m just really leaning into the whole idea of romanticizing my life, is all.

But back to hair, all the black girlies on tiktok have decided that this is mini twist summer, so I did my first ever set of mini twists! They took eight hours to do (normal twists take ~6) + washing/conditioning + banding overnight to minimize shrinkage (I still woke up with damp hair though so I just gave up on that tbh). I didn’t really worry about proper parting except at the very top, and I didn’t put in gel at the roots, though I probably should’ve done that anyway to give them that fresh style look for a couple weeks. I also tried out some new techniques this wash day (ten twisted sections instead of six bunned ones, washing my whole head but not taking out the twists (waaay more scalp access with smaller sections), a fantastic new deep conditioner, using one of those flexible detangling brushes in small sections) which I think helped everything go smoothly. While I love the uber feminine braided look, it is nice to be done with my hair in 24 hours including breaks instead of a week-long endeavor. And I’m kind of into the mini twist look! They’re giving microlock vibes, but they’re frizzier, less shiny, and a bit less bouncy/voluminous than I’d anticipated, unfortunately. Overall, I can see myself doing them again (of course, I’ll have to see how long they last).

Last thing: it’s a little difficult for me to empathize with people who don’t have a passion for learning who actively see learning as a chore. I know in my mind that a degree is a necessary evil for some people, I know in my mind that not everyone has the luxury of making school their full time job. But, still, I have to actively stop myself from snapping at students who are trying everything they can to express their distaste for being in a classroom they signed up for. I know, no one takes a three-week course because they have a burning passion for bioanth. I know this. But. I’m not going to let that kind of attitude shake me. I’m going to bring my enthusiasm and hope that it drives me and everyone else to the end of this class.

Today I’m thankful for the movie Easy A. It was cute, a little wacky, and it made me laugh.

I’m also just kind of thankful in a more general sense? Like, six-ish months ago I had my first TA day and momentarily felt with a scarily immense amount of conviction that I would be admitted to my top choice graduate school [Choice E]. And today I set up a meeting with my advisor from that very school. It’s... it’s a little surreal. And only seven months ago I was petrified because I had no idea what the end of this year would look like. And, I mean I guess I still don’t know for sure, but I’ve got a better idea and it feels lovely.

[edit, a few moments later: also also thankful that my cello-friend found a job!!! He’s been on the hunt for ages and I’m really happy for him!!! And on another friend-note, my dnd-friend finished her certification exams and I’m so proud of her, I just know she’s going to be a light in her profession]

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kyupidos · 10 months

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07/??/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

friends with fishesヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘the octotrio take their friendships quite seriously.’

characters. octavinelle : azul ashengrotto , floyd leech , jade leech ( separate ) ;; platonic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, pretty short, romantic fluff

📡 _a/n. i <3 octavinelle so much ofc i had to make a post abt them!! my sillies!! i’m so normal abt them.. ( lie )

azul

— of course with azul, everything is about business, you know? he spends his sweet time counting away at his madol being careful not to lose count, businessman at heart.

— and should you find yourself befriending him, he still thinks about his business of course, he’ll never stop. but as every friend does, you get special privileges. coupons galore, an extra free drink, perhaps, the good booths of the restaurant, all that good stuff. ( grim can’t get enough of it, by the way. )

— on another note, as it’s been made very clear, he is a rather shady businessman. however! since he’s found it in his heart to become close to you, close enough to actually be able to deem you a ‘friend’, he does his best not to involve you in his shady schemes— where he can, of course.

— oh, and if you’re willing to support said shady schemes? well, all the better. you can be like his evil assistant, helping him in cursing people to the all detested anemone ( grim does not support this, though, but the aforementioned special privileges had him letting it fly in a heartbeat ).

floyd

— floyd is a wildcard, that’s for certain. and he doesn’t give up that part of him when he’s around you, no not at all! actually, when he’s around you, his best bud shrimpy, he feels freer in a way.

— similarly to how azul will give you special priveleges, if you ever decide to come to mostro lounge, he’ll help you out the moment his bicolored eyes catch a glimpse of you. depending on his mood, he’ll either excitedly tap his feet as he waits for his chance to approach you, or just straight up ditch whatever work he was doing to get to you. he doesn’t mind if he gets scolded for it.

— on the note of seeing you and immediately taking action; hugs. it’s his brand deal, after all! if he sees you just about anywhere, in the library, in the halls, wherever, he’s running up to you to give you a spine-breaking hug. especially if you like that sort of thing, in that case he’s just doing it all the time!

— he particularly likes the fact that you don’t seem to mind him and are in his presence when he’s in a good or bad mood. he likes it that way, that you’re a true friend who’s fine with the way he is, who’s fine with him being a wildcard. so you bet that he’s going to be the same with you.

jade

— when it comes to jade, now he’s the kind of friend that will never leave you bored. he’s not unlike his twin, in that matter.

— whenever he spends his time with you whether at ramshackle, or at octavinelle, no matter where so long as you’re both comfortable and in your element, he’s off rambling to you about his club, and of course, mushrooms and terrariums. he’s especially happy he has someone to ramble to, and he’s sure to listen to you if there’s anything you want to ramble about!

— every now and then, he’ll ask you to help him with some experimental things, potions perhaps, new recipes he’s trying out. not that he’s going to try to intentionally hurt you, certainly not. he’d never do that to a friend. but he does like to see your reactions to certain food combinations and such, and likes getting your feedback too, it helps him out a lot.

— also, he gives off somewhat “protective bff” vibes, too. sometimes he’ll walk you places, just because he wants to, and with his gaze alone sends any trouble running off. not that he thinks you’re weak or any of the sort, but he likes being in your presence. he just likes that sort of thing, really.

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koizillaa · 3 years

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WHY ARE YOU NOT ON TWITTER😭😭

yall would hate me so much lmao

#i’m just vibing in my terrarium #i should tag my asks

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pippytmi · 2 years

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12, 6, and 11 for the au prompt thing dude! best of luck with ur writing :)

Kara has been studying the terrarium for the past five minutes, and she has deduced that she is no closer to solving this mystery than she is figuring out how to fix a cracked blender.

This might be the most puzzling moment of her career. She debates using X-ray vision, but she’s not entirely sure what to look for, exactly, so she tries connecting via pure eye-to-eye vibes. It doesn’t work as well as she hoped; it might just make her look slightly deranged, she concludes, if the wrong person were to walk in.

Which is why when the door bangs open and Lena stalks in, Kara ever-so-stealthily stretches her arm over the counter (and pointedly angles away from the box.)

“Heey, Lena,” Kara says, voice higher than necessary. “What’s up?”

Having come straight from work, everything about Lena is severe, from the tight bun on her head to the sharp color of her lipstick, and paired with a frown directed entirely at Kara’s way, Lena has never been scarier. “What are you doing?”

Kara glances sideways at the terrarium. “Well,” she says carefully, “Conner and I have been reading up on lizard habits because Iggy has been acting weird, and we think she could be pregnant. So I was just—”

“He. You mean he,” Lena corrects.

“…oh.” Kara frowns. “Then we have no idea why Iggy is acting weird.”

“That’s—” Lena has to pause to inhale and then exhale, which Kara recognizes is a therapist-recommended breathing exercise, and that must mean Lena is in a particularly dangerous mood. “That’s not what I need to talk to you about.”

“Okay,” Kara says slowly. “So what do you need to talk to me about?”

“Conner told me you took him flying this afternoon,” Lena replies instantly, daringly, as if just waiting for Kara to contradict her statement.

Kara tries extremely hard to keep a straight face. “Oh,” she says evasively. “That.”

“Yes, that. What the hell, Kara,” Lena says. “We agreed you would ask me about anything related to—to—you know!”

“Uh, actually, we didn’t,” Kara points out. “You just said to let you know if he started losing control, and he hasn’t. I just wanted to do something fun with him because he’s been asking about flying, and I figured, we had a free afternoon—”

“That’s not enough, Kara,” Lena hisses, but her voice quivers, like she is about to start crying; it’s a horrible, awful sound, and it makes Kara wince. “I know that it’s…the thought that counts, but this doesn’t even look like you thought about it. I didn’t hire you to train my son. I hired you to keep him safe. What if someone had seen him?”

“Whoa,” Kara says gently. “Lena, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“But you did! You—”

The shuffle of feet makes Lena stop altogether, and Conner sheepishly pokes his head into his room. “Mom? Kara?” he says, then hastily adds, “I wasn’t listening. Just—in case you two are doing gross stuff—” (Kara doesn’t know if she should be offended that this teenager really thinks she’d be making out with his mom in his room). “Aunt Sam is here to pick me up.”

Lena whirls around to face him, expression already softening. “Oh, that’s right, you have that movie night with the team,” she says. “Do you have the money I gave you? And your sweater? I saw it on the floor of the laundry room yesterday so if you didn't pick it up—”

“Yes, I have everything,” Conner insists before she can go on. “I just wanted to say bye.”

“Alright, darling. Have a good time.” Lena fondly reaches out to squeeze his arm, and he grins at her, already twisting around to head towards the door.

“Bye, see you later!” he calls, and Lena sighs the instant he’s gone, her shoulders slumping as if the fight has been drained from her body entirely.

Kara swallows. “Lena…”

But Lena has begun to shake her head, and she sinks onto Conner’s bed, burying her face in her hands. “I’m sorry,” she says, once she recovers enough to raise her head. “I shouldn’t have yelled.”

Kara tentatively takes a seat beside her. “You didn’t yell…it was more like impassioned ranting,” she says. “And I’m the only one who’s supposed to be sorry. I should have told him no, or at least checked with you first, when he asked.”

“No, I…I should have expected this would happen. Isn’t that what we’re doing here?” Lena’s eyes are wet, her lipstick smudged on her palms. “Of course he’s curious. I can’t expect that he’ll be satisfied hiding who he is forever.”

“No, wait,” Kara counters. “I should have been safer about it. I’m Supergirl. It's supposed to be in the job description! Right along with, you know, sneak-babysitting a half-Kryptonian teenager by pretending I'm dating his mom.”

The joke makes Lena laugh, even if it’s a short burst of one, watery and distinctly unamused. “God. You really are his babysitter, aren't you?”

“Only on school nights,” Kara quips. “Otherwise, we’re brothers in arms against all things broccoli. And your blender.”

“Still, I—wait. You’re the one who broke my blender?”

“Let’s not dwell on specifics here, Lena,” Kara says. “But. Yes? On accident.” She clasps her hands together, tries not to squirm as Lena looks at her. “The point is, I should’ve told him no when he asked. But I…I was just worried, you know? I’m his mom’s fun girlfriend, I’m supposed to get him to like me.”

“Kara,” Lena says, and her voice is quiet, the same tone she uses whenever Conner gets too angry. “You know you’re not my real girlfriend.”

“I know,” Kara says, and she feels her stomach twist; she hadn’t realized how much she hates to see Lena so pained. “But Conner doesn’t. And he’s…He’s a great kid.”

“He is,” Lena agrees. “He is—all the best parts of your cousin, you know? Of your family. He’s so brave. And so selfless. I-I guess that’s why I’m afraid to let him out into the world like you are. Because if you start training him to be some sort of…Superboy, then he’ll be in danger every minute of every day. And that’s terrifying.”

Despite herself, Kara smiles, just a bit. “Superboy, huh?”

Lena flushes. “Well, it’s the first thing I could think of,” she says lamely, and she’s adorable, all pink and flustered.

“You know,” Kara says carefully, “just because Conner is half Superman, it doesn’t mean he’s supposed to put on a cape and run around like an idiot.”

At that, Lena’s mouth drops open. “You—you listened to me with your super-hearing?!”

“Uh, no,” Kara corrects. “That’s how you described my job, word for word, that night you got drunk off a bottle of wine and made me watch horrible bug videos on Youtube. I’m still traumatized.” A beat. “From the bugs, anyway. The ‘idiot’ part wasn’t too far off mark, to be honest.”

Lena rests a fingertip to her temple and sighs. “Kara,” she says slowly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“About the bugs? Well, I figured if you didn’t remember, I really didn’t want you to accost me again if you knew I actually sat there and watched them the first time. Because for the record, I don’t care how scientifically amazing spider exoskeletons are, they freak me out. And don’t get me started on caterpillars—”

“Can you be serious?” Lena all-but-hisses, though comfortingly, she looks more mortified than angry. “How could you have stuck around even after I insulted you?”

“Oh. ‘Cause I know you didn’t mean it,” Kara says. “Obviously you meant it a little, but not in a rude way. Just in a general, you're-a-dumbass-with-no-self-preservation-skills kind of way. Right?”

“That’s…” Lena deflates a bit. “Pretty accurate.”

Kara snaps her fingers triumphantly. “I knew it,” she says, chest puffing in pride, “you love me.”

Lena frowns (in her practically patented what the fuck kind of frown that usually only happens whenever Kara tries to cook). “What? How on Earth did you reach that conclusion?”

“Simple! You think I should have more self-preservation skills and only call me a caped idiot because I’m not more careful. Ergo, you worry about me, because you love me so much,” Kara says.

There is a pause as Lena’s confusion slowly morphs into the most deadpan stare she can muster. “You are so infuriating sometimes, you know that?”

“It’s okay, Lena. We all know I’m the best babysitter slash bodyguard you’ve ever had,” Kara says. “And the best girlfriend.”

“Fake girlfriend.”

Kara shrugs a shoulder and aims for casual as she peels at a loose thread on Conner’s comforter; for some reason, the emphasis just makes her stomach drop. (Unfortunately, her strength just about rips the whole corner off, so she discreetly tries to hide it within the dip of his bed frame.)

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Kara waves that off, once she’s successfully managed to appear so uninterested, like the stealthy superhero she is. “So does this mean we’re not fighting anymore?”

“We were never fighting,” Lena says, and there’s a touch of guilt to her voice. When Kara scoots a little closer, Lena looks away; Kara doesn’t mean to, but she hears Lena’s heart rate pick up, and it’s…well, it gives her a little bit of hope. “I just happen to like yelling at my employees. It’s a Luthor trait, I’m afraid.”

“You know, that excuse really doesn’t work for everything,” Kara points out, and her fingertips brush against the inside of Lena’s wrist as she makes the excuse of poking her hand. “Honey.”

“Okay, now we’re fighting.” But Lena turns to look at her, and her heartbeat is so quick that Kara feels it like a burst of pure, unadulterated sunlight on her body.

“I’ll be sure to let Conner know,” Kara says, completely straight-faced. “Because, you know, we’re obviously going to have to have fake makeup sex and—hey! No pillow fights when I’m unarmed, that’s so unfair!”

But Lena is finally smiling, and her expression is soft and so very human, and Kara knows there is nothing fake at all about the way she feels about Lena Luthor and her son. Somehow this borderline-eccentric (and exceedingly paranoid) scientist and half-Kryptonian teenager have become everything, and it's worth a Star Wars pillow square to the nose if it means she gets to keep them in her world.

(Or, at least, for however long Lena will have her).

#this is for babysitter!au + fake dating + “i know that it’s the thought that counts but this doesn’t even look like you thought about it.”#supercorp #supergirl #i need a fic tag #(at this point its a pride thing to finish these ok)#titans au #general concept of the titans au anyway !#figured since it wont see the light of day i can steal my own ideas #😌😌😌

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allisas · 3 years

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The Sims 4 Industrial Loft Kit

Thoughts: I love that we can create a fully industrial vibing home now but I'm super irritated by the non-matching swatches for the metal and wood parts on the different furniture pieces. Why?!

I think some of the pieces complement the base game industrial pieces nicely but there are also some pieces that are super questionable.. (looking at you weird plant shelf & coffee table with extra shelf that makes you too tall to be a coffee table)

I'm disappointed that the rounded moschino window isn't included even though it was shown in the first teaser. It's also super unfortunate that the doors are for short wall height only. It would've made so much more sense to have them for medium wall height only or all heights in my opinion. Industrial buildings normally have high ceilings so I really don’t get it. The archway definitely should’ve had a matching door version (with closed doors, they are always open for the archway). I also think they could’ve added an exterior door that matched the window.

I really dig some of the pieces and can see myself using them quite a lot going forward. Especially the plant in the terrarium and the nicely sized sideboard. The pampas grass is absolutely hideous though. Not putting that in any build again ever. Some of the swatches just screamed 2014 base game to me and you all know that isn’t a good thing. 😬

What do you guys think? Hit or miss?

#the sims 4 #sims 4 industrial loft #sims 4 interior

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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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I've been thinking about different types of love languages, and I can't help but imagine the twst cast with people who have different types of love languages/ways of showing that they really care about someone.

Like, my love language is food, and I like to give food to people who I care about, like close friends. On top of that, the first character I really got attached to (like, during the countdown art and everything) was Ruggie, and at times I wonder how happy he'd be with a friend or partner who shows affection in that way.

Malleus would probably adore someone who shows their love for him through spending time with him (like, I've seen someone online talking about how their coworker ran to meet them on time at a cafe because they didn't want to make them wait/spend less time with them if they had walked)

Idk, I just feel like it's sweet how there are different ways that people show affection. The twst cast also probably have their own live languages too (you cannot convince me that Trey doesn't give food to people he cares about as a casual gesture)

I'm not sure if this is too coherent but I just figured it's be nice to share

I know of five love languages: Acts of service, Quality time, Words of affirmation, Physical touch, and Gifts Cooking and food could be under the acts of service and gift categories, respectively

It's very interesting to know your love languages and which you like to receive!

Now, Twst boys and love languages... I'll do a little list of who I pin with what

[This ended being longer than expected]

Heartslabyul

Riddle - Quality time (giving), words of affirmation (receiving) Nice comments reassuring him that he's a good person and a wonderful friend, a capable dorm leader are much more needed Riddle will give you his undivided attention in return!

Ace - Physical touch (giving), acts of service & gifts (receiving) Ace gives the vibe of being touchy-feely... and also a bit lazy, thus the acts of service aspect. We see in the Prologue/Chapter 1 that he bargains with MC to have his lunch paid by them in return of helping them catch Grim, thus my reason to say he may also like receiving gifts

Deuce - Acts of service (giving), words of affirmation (receiving) Spade is a good boy that helps his mama ❤ I'm sure he will offer to run your errands, like how he's done with Trey! TELL HIM HE'S DOING GREAT!!! QUELL HIS DOUBTS OF BEING A GOOD STUDENT!!!

Trey - Gifts (giving), quality time (receiving) Food gifts, pastries and cakes, confections of all kinds He likes it when you help him bake! And sometimes needs someone to lend an ear to listen to him and his troubles

Cater - quality time (giving), ALL words of affirmation + gifts + quality time (receiving) ANYTHING that makes for a permanent memory tbh. Let's remember he used to move around a lot due to his dad's job, he ACHES for meaningful relationships and memories to keep We can all feel it in our souls that this boy needs a hug... oh, Cater... you need to be shown all love languages ; - ;

Savanaclaw

Leona - gifts (giving), quality time & acts of service (receiving) iirc he passed down clothes and books to Ruggie, and also allowed him to buy the clothes for Vargas Camp with not much fuzz (prince is always fuzzy tho, what we saw was normal Leona) His quality time is nap time together and sharing a game of chess

Ruggie - acts of service (giving), gifts & acts of service (receiving) I'm sure this boy would like it if you help him with chores, so those acts of service can also count as quality time together Gifts of food are definitely one of his favorites!

Jack - quality time (giving & receiving) Honestly, jack is hard for me to picture in this aspects

Octavinelle

Azul - gifts (giving), words of affirmation (receiving) We saw him be surprised at MC's comments remarking his intelligence back at the end of Chapter 3, octoboy NEEDS compliments

Floyd - physical touch (giving and receiving) The tween seems to me like someone that enjoys all sorts of physical touch. Still debating if he would like the occasional gift of eel/sea life merch and high-end clothing brands

Jade - acts of service (giving), acts of service and quality time (receiving) Jade appears as the butler type, and being vice dorm leader, Azul's employee of sorts, and one of the Lounge's reliable hosts, he would first and foremost offer acts of service to show he cares. Again, being all that he is, he needs time to relax. Offer back help with his chores and he'll be quite happy. Along with his twin, Jade would like the random gift of snacks, and some quality time to build terrariums together

Scarabia

Kalim - gifts & physical touch (giving), physical touch (receiving) I do think Kalim much more prefers showing his appreciation with hugs, pats on back, shaking you by the shoulders, than throwing gifts at you... but he still likes to give some nice accessories and tapestries if they remind him of you Otter loooves it when his hugs and touches are reciprocated and returned!!

Jamil - quality time (giving), words of affirmation & quality time (receiving) I was tempted to put he would resort to acts of service, like Jade does, but that doesn't sound like Jamil post-overblot to me. I think he would rather spend time together and getting to know each other, or chilling in comfortable silence! Viper would like to be acknowledged for who he is, for his abilities and resourceful intellect. Please give him nice comments about himself and the talents he hones! Lend him your time and attentive hearing when hanging out together, too!

Pomefiore

Vil - quality time (giving and receiving) I was tempted to add gifts for his receiving side, but I believe Vil prefers spending time together as much as his influencer and dorm leader schedule allows

Epel - gifts (giving), quality time (receiving) I'm sure Epel would take a liking to gifting his carved apples to show his appreciation Time spent together with him will be full of rough play and hysterical laughter. Let him be his rowdy self and he's more than happy!

Rook - words of affirmation (giving), all goes when receiving love The hunter of love will appreciate all sort of ways people demonstrate their appreciation to him. We do know he prefers to express his admiration through words, be them spoken or written

Ignihyde

Idia - gifts (giving and receiving) Reserved and introverted, I feel like Idia would much rather buy and send you something via online shops. Being an otaku, he would really deep down like it if you bought him some merch or new manga/games. It could be argued that, once you become closer, Shroud likes to spend time together with you

Diasomnia

Malleus - quality time & gifts (giving), quality time & words of affirmation (receiving) He's a prince, I'm sure he would give you random gifts of jewels and gems, or anything you said you really needed. With the words of affirmation part.... I'm sure he needs to hear the he is wanted around people (ties up with how Maleficent was told she wasn't wanted on Aurora's birth, and since he shares the "uninvited" quality with her, thought it fit)

Lilia - acts of service & words of affirmation (giving), gifts & quality time (receiving) Ngl Lilia was hard for me to decipher. Much to the two following characters, his duty to serve Malleus makes him keen on offering help. Having raised two wonderful boys, Lilia knows his way around complimenting and giving nice comments to people to make them cheer up and feel confident. It's said that Vanrouge used to travel and would bring with him souvenirs, so I think he likes little trinkets to decorate his room with. This fae has many stories to share! Sit down and have a nice chat with him, he surely will adore it!

Silver - acts of service (giving), quality time (receiving) Being Malleus' ward, I get the feeling Silver will no doubt offer his help with anything you do. This boy appreciates when people spend time with him whenever he's awake and available, but won't decline if they wish to share a nap together.

Sebek - acts of service (giving), words of affirmation (receiving) Similar to Silver, his duty is to serve his Young Master. Sebek will offer to aid you on your chores and goals. HE LIKES TO BE PRAISED!! He even says so as one of his alchemy class lines! Pamper the croc boy with nice words~

And, finally...

Grim - words of affirmation & gifts (receiving) I'll be honest and say I don't know what Grim's giving love language is... I'm leaning towards acts of service bc he somehow agrees to put up with his chores and scolding/punishment at times But it's clear he likes gifts of food (he's the Great Grim! Deserves to be venerated!) and praise

#zask #twisted wonderland #love language #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #twst grim

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