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ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask · 2 days

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For the Sentence Starters... I went with one from each category but feel free to pick the one that speaks to you the most. Or throw in all three, whatever works! Angst: 7, Fluff: 12, Misc: 1 💖

These come from this ask game! (If anyone else has more prompts for me, send them my way! I'm enjoying these ones a lot!)

Angst 7: Don't you ever do that again!

John felt a pair of hands collide roughly with his back, sending him staggering forward several steps. "What were you thinking?" a voice barked from behind him.

He turned slowly. "You're having a moment, Petty Officer," he answered coldly.

Linda-058, a woman known for her calm in the most adverse conditions known the humankind, regarded him with a vitriolic sneer. "No, Master Chief," she countered hotly, "it just appears that you forgot to switch your brain on today."

John crossed his arms over his chest. "You've clearly got something to say to me, Spartan. Say it."

"Oh, cut it," Linda barked. Her reactions were past the line of insubordination at this point, but he would let it slide. "You nearly got yourself killed today," the sniper continued, her temper burning to match her bright red hair. "Spare me the stoicism, Chief. You need to screw your head back on straight."

The Master Chief cocked his head to one side. She was right... he had nearly gotten killed earlier. But it was for the mission. From his perspective, sacrificing himself would have been a valuable trade for a successful mission.

Linda, evidently, disagreed.

The female Spartan glared daggers at John, her chest heaving under the weight of her rage. Finally, she dropped her gaze to the floor. "I thought I lost you," she confessed, her voice whisper-quiet. "It was... it was the worst moment of my life."

Suddenly it felt as though someone had stuck a knife in John's side and twisted. He looked at the barely disguised pain on Linda's face and realized what his action might have done to her. It wasn't a pretty thing to confront.

"I'm... I'm sorry," he said, the apology feeling foreign on his lips. He was a commander. The commander of the greatest soldiers in human history. Asking forgiveness was not something he often found himself doing. But for Linda... it was worth it. "I didn't realize."

He took a few slow, awkward steps forward. His hand landed gently on her arm. She wouldn't be able to feel his grip through her armor, but he hoped it made some difference.

Linda huffed out a sigh. Finally she lifted her eyes to meet his. "Just... don't ever do that again," she said firmly.

John wanted to tell her that he would do it again if the situation ever called for it. That he had to be ready to make the ultimate sacrifice at all times... that they all did.

Instead, he nodded. "I won't do it again," he promised. It was probably a lie. She knew that. But it was what she needed to hear at that moment.

Linda let out the breath she had accidentally been holding. She leaned forward and rested her forehead against his. "Good," she breathed. Then she lifted her eyes to stare at him from beneath her lashes. "Because if you do, I'll bring you back to life just to kill you myself," she challenged.

John grinned. That was a threat he could live with.

Fluff 12: He's so pretty I think I'm going to faint.

Serin Osman settled into the chair with a tired sigh. The massive woman across the table stared at a fixed point on the wall behind her, her face a somewhat adorable approximation of a pout. "Talk to me, Spartan," the captain said firmly. "Something's obviously wrong."

Naomi-010 dropped her head into her hands. "I don't know what's wrong with me," she groaned. "I can't focus, I can't sleep... it's like I'm possessed. This has never happened before."

Serin sat up straighter in her chair. This kind of fatigue was important to meet head-on when dealing with long-term missions behind enemy lines. "What's distracting you?" she asked in a measured tone.

As she waited for Naomi's answer, Serin's mind immediately began processing potential causes. Burnout - unlikely, but possible. Survivor's guilt - given the number of Spartan casualties of the past few months, a much higher probability. Exhaustion - the most likely by far.

Naomi pulled in a shaky breath before finally answering in a quiet voice; "Vaz."

Serin blinked. Then she blinked again. "Come again?" she asked, smoothing out her uniform in an attempt to disguise her mounting confusion.

The Spartan didn't lift her head from her hands. "Corporal Beloi," she confirmed, sounding absolutely miserable. "I can't stop thinking about him. I feel like I'm going insane.

Captain Osman did her best not to let a smirk show on her face. She suddenly didn't feel quite so bad about her own flirtations with Sergeant Geffen. "Is there something going on between you two?" she asked, trying to broach the topic carefully to avoid shutting the Spartan down.

Naomi shook her head vehemently. "No. At least... I don't think so." Finally, she lifted her eyes to look at Serin. "That's the problem though. I want there to be." Then she dropped her head back to the table with an audible thunk. "He's so pretty," she said pathetically. "I think I'm going to faint."

Now Serin couldn't keep the smile off her face. She didn't even try. To her credit, she at least didn't laugh out loud.

"What do I do?" Naomi asked, her voice muffled by the table she had shoved her face into.

Serin gently reached out and carefully patted the back of Naomi's hand, doing the most comforting thing she could think of at the moment. "Well... there's only one thing you really can do," she said slowly. Naomi lifted her face. There was hope in her eyes. "The next time we make port somewhere, buy him a drink," Serin proposed.

Naomi dropped her head again. "I was afraid you would so that," she moaned.

Misc. 1: All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.

"So, what do you do for fun?"

Senator Chuchi - Riyo, he reminded himself again - had such a light way of speaking. Like her words could just up and float away if they wanted to. She was wandering around Fox's office, trying to act as though the Spartan accommodations were at all interesting.

The clone knew, subconsciously, that the shelves on his office wall were supposed to be for holostills. For souvenirs from planets visited. For keepsakes from friends and family. He didn't have any of those things. So instead he had filled his shelves with extra charge packs, a few thermal detonators, and even the parts to a Z6 Rotary Canon for him to put together whenever the stress was too much to focus on paperwork.

"No time for 'fun,' Ma'am," he responded gruffly. "I have too much work to do."

Riyo circled away from the sparse 'decorations' adorning his walls and turned back to Fox. She reached out to pick up his helmet from where it had been sitting on his desk. Part of him wanted to snap at her. To take the helmet out of her hands and reprimand her for touching the kit of a Marshal Commander of the Grand Army of the Republic.

The rest of him knew that he would never be able to snap at Riyo. She could arm one of those thermal detonators and ask him to sit on it until it exploded for her and his only answer would be, "Yes, thank you."

To say he was in trouble when it came to the Pantoran Senator Riyo Chuchi would be an understatement of mythic proportions.

Riyo's delicate hands ghosted over the painted patterns on his helmet. She'd asked him, once, if the symbols meant anything. They didn't. He just thought that it looked nice. When he'd told her as much, she smiled at him as though that in and of itself meant something. She always smiled at him like that. Like he meant something.

"Come on, Fox," she goaded. There was a smile on her full, perfect lips that tasted like Jogan fruit. "There has to be something that you do for fun."

Fox glanced up at her from his datapad, offering her a rare half-smile. "You've known me long enough to know I don't understand fun, Senator. All I do is drink caf and swear at my troopers."

Riyo drew up to her full height. She wasn't a large woman. He couldn't help but smirk at her attempted intimidation display.

"And you have known me long enough to know that I hate when you call me that, Commander," she said sternly. She was the only person in the galaxy who got away with calling him by his name more frequently than by his rank.

For some reason, he hated it when she called him by his rank. It sounded wrong.

Riyo regarded him with a stern expression for several seconds before giving in and smiling again. "Well... we'll just have to find something fun for you, then," she said carefully. "Next time maybe I'll bring a board game along."

No matter how often they did this - which was almost daily - Fox couldn't help but worry it would be the last time. He felt an excited thrill tremble down his spine as she spoke so casually about next time.

Judging by the softening smile on her face, Riyo seemed to be reading his thoughts. She did that a lot. Sometimes he was convinced that she was a Jedi... or maybe he really just wore his heart on his sleeve. Or his face, as it were. Either way, Riyo was suddenly standing very close to him, her citrus-scented shampoo that she had used every day since he complimented it in passing once filling his nostrils and her hands delicately meshing in his black hair.

The first two fingers of one hand rested on the point of his chin, and she turned his face toward her. His eyes slid shut automatically, and then her lips were on his. They were soft, and full, and perfect. Just like the rest of her. She lingered longer than was strictly necessary - as if any of this were strictly necessary - and Fox soaked up every second he possibly could.

Finally, Riyo drew back. "I have to get going," she said, her eyes wide and vulnerable and sad. She always looked sad when she had to go. It broke his heart... but it also filled him with something else. A happier feeling. Pride, maybe, that such a perfect creature could possibly miss him.

"I'll miss you," he breathed. The words slipped out by accident, but he didn't retract them. What would be the point? They were true. He missed her every moment she wasn't around.

Riyo smiled, and it was more powerful than the light of Coruscant's star stabbing through the planet's ever-present toxic cloud cover. He basked in that light. Sometimes it felt more important to him than oxygen. "I'll miss you too," she sighed, her words barely audible.

Then she kissed him again. Then she was gone. She paused in the doorway, turning over her shoulder to say, "I'll see you tomorrow, Fox."

The door slid shut behind her. Once it did, and he was sure that no one could see him, Fox let a full-fledged smile fill his face.

He couldn't wait.

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Thanks for the prompts! This was fun. Also thanks to @thefinaljediknight and @helix-studios117 for helping me decide which pairings to use! I'm also tagging @makowrites because there's some Vaz/Naomi going on and I'd hate to think she missed that.

#thanks for the prompts!#prompt game #halo #star wars the clone wars #my writing #john 117 #linda 058 #john 117 x linda 058 #serin osman #naomi 010 #vaz x naomi #commander fox #riyo chuchi #foxiyo

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snailsdraw · 1 year

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HELLO! i have a super soft spot for your darnold doodles! how about darnold and sasha with tommy?

yes >B) wouldn't pass up an opportunity to draw tommy (and also thank you!)

[Start ID: 7 pages of HLVRAI doodles following an interaction between Darnold and Tommy at the Aux Coolant Tank.

Darnold and Bubby are standing along the edge of the coolant tank, figuring out their next move as Gordon speaks to Benrey somewhere beside them: "Ye-apparently this is something we have to do. There's no other exit." Tommy surfaces from the water and swims back to haul himself out of the tank onto the platform next to Darnold while Bubby decides to take a dive. Darnold offers a hand to help Tommy up, but Tommy doesn't see it as he picks himself up. "Darnold, I found-" Tommy begins, clapping his hands excitedly as he looks out over the tank, "I found a good, this is a good place for Sasha. Look!"

Tommy spreads his arms out to the wide expanse of water in the tank before them: "There's so much water in here! It's as wet as the Mississippi in, uh, April. She'll be really happy here!" Darnold, however, looks hesitant: "Mm…I'm not sure…" "It's very safe down there," Tommy reassures him, taking off his propeller cap and tapping the water out of it, "The OSHA guidelines dictate that there's only, there can only be one Ichthyosaur per coolant system, and I've already- I took care of it, so-" "Guh! Oh god, what is that??" Darnold exclaims suddenly, finger pointed towards the tank. A huge shape emerges from the depths, revealing its spiney back and fish-like tail before diving back under.

Tommy pulls out a shark tranquiliser gun - a crossbow armed with a tranquiliser dart - and fires it at the retreating Ichthysosaur before it is fully out of sight. Darnold immediately throws a hand over Sasha's face, the Gubb still in her makeshift sling, to prevent her from seeing it when the hit lands. The curious little Gubb peeks her head out from behind his hand regardless to take a look. "…That's one too many Ichthyosaurs. I don't think they read the manual at all," Tommy says disappointedly, putting his propeller cap back on. He then continues: "It's all okay now, Darnold. We can let her go free, and-" Darnold still looks unconvinced: "I…I dunno. This still doesn't feel like the right place."

Helpfully, Tommy goes: "Oh! But it checks all your boxes, Darnold! The water is, is clean and free of…of dangerous creatures. She'll have a lot of swimming space, and- oh, oh!" Tommy claps his hands together in realisation, smiling, "And the environment's not irradiated, we're in the Auxiliary Tank! Oh! This is-" "Tommy, what-" Darnold cuts in, but he realises he doesn't quite know how go about asking his question. "Yeah?" Tommy asks. "What…happens…" Darnold tries again to phrase his questions. He pets Sasha in an attempt to concentrate. "What would happen if I didn't stick by the manual?" Tommy gives him a questioning look: "The manual?" "I- I know Black Mesa has a strict code on a lot of things…" Darnold says carefully. "The, uh, alien-handling…what leaves the facility, to name a few…"

"You've worked with HR though, haven't you?" Darnold asks, glancing up nervously at Tommy. The taller man looks away, scratching at his jaw. Darnold presses on, hopeful: "So you would know? What happens to…Could…Would it be possible to take Sash-" Tommy's eyes flicker upwards, attention shifted in an instant. He senses something.

"We should go, Darnold," Tommy says. "We're- we don't wanna get left behind." Darnold sighs. It seems his question won't be answered anytime soon. "…you're right," he relents, defeated, "Let's go, Sasha…" Sasha's attention is seemingly fixed on something towards the doorway as Darnold turns and dives into the tank after the rest of the Science Team. Tommy watches him go, lingering behind for a moment.

He looks up to where Sasha had been looking, to the reason he'd evaded Darnold's question. In the doorway is a tall, angular silhouette of a man in a suit, the unnaturally bright light behind him casting his face in shadows, save for an eye that stares sternly back at Tommy.

End ID.]

Previous story parts found here: [Part 1.][Part 2.][Part 3.][Part 4.][Part 5.][Part 6.]

#the aux tank deserves some ichthyosaurs /jk #i had 7-ish tabs open trying to figure out whether aux tank water is radioactive and i'm STILL not entirely sure :")#imagine for me that it's the PWR or something #thanks for the prompts!#hlvrai #hlvrai darnold #hlvrai tommy #hlvrai gman #snail's art #id #requests #snail mail

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sasslett · 5 months

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Hope a couple at once are okay

9, 24, and/or 55!

I already got 55, but I can do 9 and 24 at the same time!

As the tempo of the music slowed, so did their movements, the two dancers pulling each other close on the dance floor, Jess leaning forward to rest her head against Varrus’ chest as they swayed to the soft melody, the beat of his heart a soothing, familiar comfort. She wasn’t sure there was much better in the world than being held close by the one she loved, his arms around her waist, hers around his neck; it was as if all else faded except the two of them, their hearts beating in time, moving to a rhythm entirely their own.

With a contented sigh, she pulled back, finding her husband staring down at her, the light of the chandelier above twinkling in his gorgeous, golden eyes.

“Something on your mind?” she murmured, to which he chuckled, lowering his head until his lips were mere breaths from her ear.

“Just you, my love,” he whispered, gently placing a kiss against her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over how beautiful you are, nor how lucky I am to have the honor of calling you mine.”

His words sent her heart fluttering; she pressed a kiss to his cheek in turn, closing her eyes with a shuddered breath. “Nor I, with how lucky I am to call you mine.”

#sassbox #my writing #my wols #thanks for the prompts!

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wtfuckevenknows · 1 year

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9 and 32

Hiiiiiii Andie 💝 Thanks for joining the party and giving me more prompts! I did a thing I don't usually do and I wrote something a little smutty for 32 😅 It's still fluffy because its me, but yeah.

9: a kiss in public

They were strolling across the farmers market again, not for the first time since running into Carlos' parents. But now TK had met Andrea and Gabriel officially, and it was the first time after that and they were holding hands.

They’d never done that before. It made sense, TK mused, if Carlos was too afraid they’d run into them, still not ready to introduce a boyfriend, TK, to them. But now they knew and had apparently known since that first run in.

They were standing in front of a produce stand, Carlos picking up various vegetables to compare them, keeping up a steady commentary of what he was thinking of doing with anything that caught his eye.

TK must have given some kind of ridiculously stupid comment, or asked a rather amusing question, because next thing he knew Carlos was laughing at him, smiling a rather affectionate smile, looking at him like he was the most adorable thing on the planet.

Having Carlos look at him like that was still a lot. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe he got to have this, that he deserved this.

But Carlos shocked him even more when he leaned in to press a featherlight kiss to his lips, right in the middle of the farmers market, on a busy Saturday morning, for the entire world to see.

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32: a kiss to wake up (nsfw)

Carlos had gotten the news about passing the detective exam yesterday and TK had celebrated him accordingly last night, in private.

But not before planning an impromptu party with their friends and family for today. Which is why TK needed to wake Carlos up now, so they had enough time to get ready before going to his dad’s house, where everyone else was going to be waiting to surprise Carlos.

TK, still feeling celebratory, started kissing his way down Carlos bare torso. They’d been too tired to get back up and dressed for bed last night.

He started at Carlos neck, one of his favorite spots to kiss on Carlos body before making his way down to his chest, briefly stopping at his husbands nipples, giving each of them a couple of licks, before moving further south.

By the time he arrived at his destination Carlos had woken up, and when TK looked up at him he was still looking adorably sleepy.

“Good morning, sleepy head.”

“Good morning indeed,” Carlos replied with a lazy grin.

“Can I?” TK asked for permission, knowing the answer already.

“Please.”

TK looked back down to where Carlos cock was laying against his stomach, half hard already and leaking a little.

TK took little Carlos (not that there was anything little about him) in his hands, pressing a kiss to the tip, whispering a quiet, “Good morning to you too,” against it.

Carlos must have heard him because he snorted, but it was cut off and quickly turned into a moan when TK’s lips wrapped around his cock.

You can find the other prompt fills here or on ao3.

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

#thanks for the prompts!#I can't believe I wrote something even remotely smutty #me? writing? what a concept #kiss prompts #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic

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bella-caecilia · 1 year

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Slowly getting to round up the Cobert flufftober challenge lol. I have one more WIP, so this is the second to last drabble. This is for @cobertaddict who requested #23 & for @countesscorazelizabethcrawley who requested #23 & #26. Thank you both for the prompts <3<3

set in s3e3 after they visited Eryholme, that should become Downton Place

(warning: not edited because I don't have the time right now. pls forgive me)

Day 13

23 + 26 - letting them ramble when they need to let off steam & scalp massages when they have a headache

The day had been long. Awfully long. Robert pulled his head between his shoulders when the nasty headache pounded stronger in his skull the moment his valet opened the screeching closet door for the umpteenth time.

“I think I’m fine. I can manage myself,” Robert said in a bad attempt to hide his irritation.

“Very well, milord. I bid you a good night.”

Robert dismissed him with a short nod, his lips pursed in strained pain. When he was alone in the room, he walked to the dresser, took the dressing gown his valet had been preparing, and threw it over his arm, not bothering with putting it on. He turned off the only source of light on the bedside table of his deserted and uncomfortable bed and opened the door to the adjoining room.

“There you are,” her soft voice greeted him. Strangely, it was a sound – unlike any other – that didn’t aggravate his headache further. He growled in response, unable to utter anything else. He walked straight to the bed and only looked up when he was a few steps from it.

Cora sat upright on her side of the bed. She looked tired, but not as tired as he felt. Her unruly curls were pulled into a braid but Robert could see how stubborn they were. The shadows under Cora’s eyes were dark, but her smile was warm and faithful. In her hands, she held her pocket watch. Robert could only guess that she had been winding it to put it back into the drawer of her bedside table where it always rested.

“What a day, hm?” she added when her eyes travelled over his appearance. He noticed the hint of scrutiny in her unwavering smile. The lines on her forehead deepened for a second, and her eyes narrowed so briefly, he was only sure it happened because he knew her so well.

“Tell me about it.” With a groan, he put down his dressing gown at the feet of the bed. They had been to Eryholme, or ‘Downton Place’ in the future. They had a picnic there, and everyone had tried to make it a joyous and light-hearted occasion as best as possible. Robert hadn’t liked it. He hadn’t been looking forward to the day, he hadn’t enjoyed it, and he wasn’t in a good mood now that the day had happened. It had brought the loss of the money painfully to everyone’s attention and the forefront of Robert’s mind again. The gravity of it all was as clear to him as ever.

He hated the whole ordeal that Cora called ‘downsizing’ in a bright tone as if it was something positive. Which it surely wasn’t. It meant they were losing Downton, and this was clearly a disaster as big as anyone could imagine.

Robert got into bed not without wincing, and of course, that didn’t slip Cora’s attention.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“Ugh, just an awfully nasty headache,” Robert mumbled. He pressed his fingertips into his temples. “The ride home from Eryholme wore me out.”

“My poor darling,” Cora cooed. Robert heard her putting down the pocket watch and closing the drawer again before he felt her shuffling closer to him.

“I could ring for O'Brien to bring you some powder.”

“No, it’s alright. And anyway, I couldn’t afford all the amounts of it I’d have to buy for the countless headaches that will come with all the troubles in the coming weeks and months and God forsake years. No, no. Better not get started on these powders.”

“Now you’re being silly.” Her voice was very close by his side now.

“Hmph,” he only grumbled in response. He closed his eyes, trying to hide from the pain. The bed shook slightly from Cora’s moving around, and Robert was about to chide her for being so restless when she spoke again.

“Why don’t you come here?” her voice was very soft and careful, and Robert opened one eye to look at her. She sat against the headboard and smiled down at him empathically. With her right hand, she patted the duvet on her lap. She was trying to take care of him, Robert realised.

“Rest your head here,” she explained and straightened the covers on her lap again.

Robert only thought about it for a second. Her proposal was very alluring. He groaned as he lifted his head and upper body and moved to the middle of the bed to put down his head in Cora’s lap. The muscles in his neck pulled painfully when he moved and he tried to suppress any further groans. He was no sniveler after all.

When his head lay down, Cora’s fingers descended into his hair and began moving lightly over his scalp. Her fingertips pressed gently here and there, and involuntarily a sigh slipped from Robert’s lips. It just felt so good.

“Is that right?” Cora inquired in a warm whisper.

Robert hummed his agreement.

After a moment of silent massaging, Cora said, “I know it’s a lot at the moment. And I know how testing it is on you. It is not easy.”

She was right. “Well, it’s easy for you,” Robert gave back. He tried his best to handle the situation right and honourably but it was hard, and watching Cora, he saw how easy it all was on her.

“It is not easy for me to see you having to part with the idea of Downton and living your whole life here. Don’t think it’s not hard for me to see you struggle,” she answered. “I may be able to adapt but I’m still sharing your heartache, Robert. I am your wife and how can I be happy when you aren’t? I wish it was easier for you but I know there is no way it could.”

Robert felt a lump in his throat. He pressed his closed eyes more tightly together and exhaled forcefully through his nose. “You know I’d do everything for Downton. You know that.” Cora’s hands stopped moving for a second in his hair. Yes, she knew very well. “It is very hard to accept that there isn’t anything I can do anymore,” Robert breathed.

“Oh, darling,” Cora whispered. One of her hands combed through his hair as the other brushed over his cheek.

Robert hated how he got so sentimental again. “These damn railroads,” he muttered in annoyance to distract himself from the tug at his heart. “The railroad business is booming everywhere. You’d think they could make a simple company work on such an emerging branch of the economy. Every idiot would have made a ton of cash with a railroad company like this. Why do they have to blunder the one company I invested in?” he rambled.

“It’s a shame,” Cora agreed. Her hands patiently continued massaging his scalp.

“I still can’t believe they messed it up completely,” Robert grumbled. His head was already a bit lighter and he just kept rambling with closed eyes because talking all that aggravating nonsense off his chest was nearly as relieving as Cora’s massage. “Sometimes I think it might be just a bad dream and the business is actually going as well as anticipated. I mean it would only be logical.”

“Mhm,” Cora hummed.

“Ugh, it’s just bloody awful. Bloody, bloody awful.”

“It is,” she agreed.

They were silent for a moment and both concentrated on the movements of Cora’s fingers in his hair. The two of them were bathed in the warm golden light of their bedside lamps and the glowing fireplace. Robert smelled the fresh cotton sheets and Cora’s perfume on her wrists. It mixed with the subtle lotion she put on before bed. Robert slowly felt relaxation seeping into his body.

“Your hands feel very good,” he mentioned into the silence.

Cora exhaled in a single chuckle. “I like to hear that,” she said. “I always like to hear that.”

Robert felt a hot coil build in his abdomen and a sudden heat rise onto his neck. Cora never let a double-entendre slip. She really never did.

#cobert flufftober #thanks for the prompts!#cobert drabbles #cobert #robert crawley #cora crawley #s3 #downton abbey drabbles #downton abbey

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notesonartistry · 1 year

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It’s Blog Rec O’ Clock! 🦄Tag Away!

I’ll stare directly at (enter blog here) but never in the mirror

The wisest Swiftie of them all

Your “we’ll never go out of style” Person

Someone that reminds you of a Midnights 3AM track! Who & which track? (bonus if you say why!!)

Someone who could totally draw the 13 on Taylor’s hand/write lyrics on her arms (or help Andrea… can anyone really do it better than her? Probably not but we can aspire)

The person secretly on Taylor’s account and responsible for the green dot

Pick one (1) person to meet Taylor with (ONLY ONE. I’m watching you 🫵.)

Recommend anyone that has any kind of merch store you think we should check out! (clothing, stickers, homemade items, candles, anything!)

Who comes to mind when you listen to Speak Now? What about Lover? EVERMORE?

I’ll stare directly at @lipslikethegardensofbabylon but never in the mirror (cos she makes gorgeous edits)

The wisest Swiftie of them all: @it-feels-like-a-perfect-night

Your “we’ll never go out of style” Person: @rachlou86

Someone that reminds you of a Midnights 3AM track! Who & which track?: @to-need-somebody and High Infidelity cos she's torn between maintaining respectability about both Taylor and Joe

Someone who could totally draw the 13 on Taylor’s hand/write lyrics on her arms (or help Andrea… can anyone really do it better than her? Probably not but we can aspire): @carlytayjepsen

The person secretly on Taylor’s account and responsible for the green dot: @tolerateit

Pick one (1) person to meet Taylor with (ONLY ONE. I’m watching you 🫵.): @emilyandelissaswift

Recommend anyone that has any kind of merch store you think we should check out! (clothing, stickers, homemade items, candles, anything!): I'm not sure that I know anyone with a merch store. I'm happy to add one if someone sends me a rec! (I did get some cool merch on Etsy or RedBubble, but I don't remember where).

Who comes to mind when you listen to: Speak Now?: gotta be @speaknow Lover?: @aslowmotionlovepotion (cos of ITHK) EVERMORE?: @tisthedamnseasns

#sorry for the weird formatting #tumblr won't let me do the bulleted list #blog rec anon #thanks for the prompts!#you do good work my friend

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up-sideand-down · 1 year

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2 and 79 for your mash up 😁

Rules: Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story.

2. A Royal AU

79. Anger Born of worry

I didn't see a ship so I get to pick for you: Zack/Cloud!

Zack is well-liked guard in a small kingdom. He rises very quickly through the ranks, reaching a commander status faster than most. He and his fellow commanders are given a dire task. The Crown Princess has gone missing, just without a trace. The royal family doesn't want her disappearance known (since she is engaged and that would make her husband-to-be very pissed off), but she must be found and returned as soon as possible. Zack dives into the task. He's never actually admitted it...but he's always had a massive crush on the princess.

At first he really goes nowhere. No one is willing to say much about the Princess. Then he suddenly realizes that's it! The people who are the most silent really know where she is. He is slightly angry when Kunsel, his own second in command, is found to be someone who helped her Majesty disappear.

"She asked me to," Kunsel says, "I cannot say more. She swore me to secrecy, but she is alive and well. I promise you." Zack is shocked at that. She wasn't taken. She's...running away. He thinks about it. Rufus of the ShinRa's isn't exactly his favorite person either. Perhaps this was her way of trying to get out of a terrible marriage. Zack just asks if Kunsel can say where Zack should go next. Kunsel tells him to find a soldier named Cloud.

2. Zack finds Cloud to be a very hostile man. Cloud refuses to say a word about Princess Claudia regardless of the threats and bribes Zack offers. So Zack decides the best way to get Claudia to reveal herself is to try and nullify her engagement himself, going against his orders. That finally seems to get Cloud to open up. Cloud demands, in his angry way to go with Zack. They leave at the dead of night.

Despite himself and his misconceptions about Cloud, Zack warms up quickly on their journey. Cloud isn't as cold and cruel as he makes himself seem. Despite keeping his hood and helmet up Zack feels a deep friendship forming with Cloud. They both love underdog stories and hate injustice in any form. Cloud actual seems to have a beautiful and noble heart.

"Why did her Majesty ask you for help?" Zack asked, "how did she know?" Cloud seems sad.

"I can't tell you that," he says, "I really would if I could." Zack lets it go.

3. The ShinRas are less than pleased to see Zack and Cloud at their doorstep and even less pleased to hear what they are trying to do. Zack offers anything to keep his home safe, even his own life. The ShinRas seem satisfied with that. Cloud suddenly goes berzerk with rage refusing to let them have Zack.

"Cloud its okay, let me do this. It's what she would want," Zack says.

"No its not!" Cloud snarls. He finally takes off his helmet and hood and Zack's jaw drops.

"I am Cloud--I mean Princess Claudia," he says, "and after seeing how you've treated my bodyguard there is no way in hell I am marrying anyone from this family!"

4. Rufus ShinRa actually listens and breaks the engagement then and there, making up something about not wanting to marry an unconventional woman, especially one who can use a sword so well. As well as accepting a massive bribe from Cloud behind closed doors.

Zack pulls the full story from Cloud as they go back. Cloud had never once in his life felt like a princess, or a girl for that matter. His family thought it a phase and got him engaged. So he ran. He had found a witch in the slums of the capitol and gotten a spell that finally made him a body that matched how he felt inside. Kunsel found him though and agreed to keep him secret and hide him in the army itself

"I didn't know they would actually look for me," Cloud said, "I didn't know I caused so much trouble."

"You're not that much trouble," Zack said, "I know I for one would be happy to serve a Crown Prince."

"But your so much more princely than me," Cloud said, "you tried to fix everything I ruined."

"It was fun," Zack said. That finally gets Cloud to laugh.

In the end, a lot of the people agreed that Zack would make a fine prince and king when the 2nd engagement announcement came out.

#au #headcanon #zack fair #cloud strife #clack #trans!Cloud #royal fantasy #thanks for the prompts!

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unforth · 10 months

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Gentle reminder that very little fandom labor is automated, because I think people forget that a lot.

That blog with a tagging system you love? A person curates those tags by hand.

That rec blog with a great organization scheme and pretty graphics? Someone designed and implemented that organization scheme and made those graphics.

That network that posts a cool variety of stuff? People track down all that variety and queue it by hand, and other people made all the individual pieces.

That post with umpteen links to helpful resources, and information about them? Someone gathered those links, researched the sources, wrote up the information about them.

That graphic about fandom statistics? Someone compiled those statistics, analyzed them, organized them, figured out a useful way to convey the information to others, and made the post.

That event that you think looks neat? Someone wrote the rules, created the blogs and Discords, designed the graphics, did their best to promo the event so it'd succeed.

None of this was done automatically. None of it just appears whole out of the internet ether.

I think everyone realizes that fic writing and fanart creation are work, and at least some folks have got it through their heads that gif creation and graphics and moodboards take effort, and meta is usually respected for the effort that goes into it, at least as far as I've seen, but I feel like a lot of people don't really get how much labor goes into curation, too.

If people are creating resources, curating content, organizing the creations of others, gathering information, and doing other fandom activities that aren't necessarily the direct action of creation, they're doing a lot of fandom labor, and it's often largely unrecognized.

Celebrate fan work!

To folks doing this kind of labor: I see you, and I thank you. You are the backbones of our fandoms and I love you.

#unforth rambles #this wasn't really prompted by anything #I'm just sick and tired and distractable #or i should say it wasn't prompted by anything recent or that happened now #like no one has disrespected me #but as i hit the point that it's regularly taking me an hour plus every single day to queue things for the danmei art blogs #i just think of all the times people go WAIT YOU RUN ALL OF THOSE??? BY YOURSELF???#like i just don't think a lot of people realize how much work it is to really do background fandom labor long term #and i appreciate places like rec blogs and networks and events and just everyone #y'all are awesome #thank you so much

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grict · 6 months

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munday questions: 4, 12, 18

4. What is your zodiac sign?

Your resident chef is a TAURUS: When it comes to comfort food and warm interior decorating, I'm definitely very stereotypical.

12. What is your first language?

I was born in South Korea, so Korean was my first language! I unfortunately don't remember a heck of a lot since I was taken to the US around 5 years old, though. I have been studying in an attempt to regain fluency, since I have dual citizenship and would like to re-visit my province in the future. And I say 'province' because my place of birth literally doesn't exist anymore, it was an extremely small farming commune and I assume the land now exists as some part of Goyang city.

18. If you could visit anywhere in the world, where would you go?

Anywhere and everywhere. I do miss China at times (I spent a month there after high school), but I'd also like to visit Thailand, Italy, France, Russia, Mongolia, Turkey- Just a whole bunch of different places to learn all I can about the history and culture.

#✦ ooc #gohjuo #thanks for the prompts!

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augustinewrites · 7 months

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“what’s on these?” megumi asks, holding up a box of memory cards.

cleaning day always unearthed all types of lost and forgotten items. sometimes it was clothes long forgotten in you and gojo’s closet, other times it was the kid’s old books or toys. you knew every inch of your little apartment, so most times you could identify any mystery items that came up.

“i don’t know,” you hum, plucking a card from the box to inspect it a little more closely. the only hint as to what’s actually on it seems to just be a date.

2006

…and it’s in gojo’s handwriting.

curious, you pop one into the video player and turn on the tv. the kids join you on the couch, clearly eager to entertain any distraction from your cleaning crusade.

when the screen flickers to life, a familiar courtyard comes into view.

you can’t help the gasp when haibara comes into focus…but then you see satoru standing standing across from him, arms spread out.

“who is that?” megumi asks, pointing at haibara.

you think of the bright smile of the boy still lingering in the edges of your memory and tell him, softly, “an old friend.”

“suguru!” gojo shouts, looking towards the person holding the camera. he’s all messy hair and wide smiles, exactly how you remember him in his youth. “make sure you get this one!”

geto grumbles about how he’s paying attention, and suddenly you remember exactly what this is.

“ah, these are from when yaga would make us record ourselves practicing cursed technique application,” you explain as a haibara lines up a shot with a pencil.

the pencil hits gojo in the face, gifting him a small cut on his cheek. “ah, shit!”

behind the camera you can hear nanami and geto laughing as haibara apologizes profusely, and shoko comes over to practice her healing. you come over too, holding a cloth.

“don’t pout,” your younger self says, reaching up to wipe a thin trail of blood from his cheek. “you’ll get it next time.”

as soon you turn away, you hear geto snicker and the camera suddenly zooms in on gojo’s face.

he’s blushing.

“ugh,” you hear him groan behind the three of you, finally finished cleaning the bathroom. “are we done cleaning yet?”

“we’re taking a break!” tsumiki tells him, as megumi pops another card in.

gojo ignores megumi’s protests, stealing the spot on the couch next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders with a smirk. “move your feet, lose your seat.”

tsumiki, angel that she is, moves over so her brother can sit on your other side as the video starts.

this time, gojo is the one recording, holding the camera out so it’s pointed at his own smiling face. “haibara versus nanami, round one!”

you feel your boyfriend stiffen beside you, looking over to see an odd look on his face. “oh, fuck—”

“jar,” megumi says flatly.

he glares at the kid, and is about to get up when you stop him. “wait! i want to watch this!”

he slumps back, throwing an arm over his eyes as he groans dramatically. ignoring him, you watch the fight play out, which ends with haibara whining whilst in a headlock.

you hear geto’s murmured commentary off camera as nanami releases his classmate, expecting the video to zoom in on the victor.

but it drifts a little to the left, where you’re laughing with shoko on the sidelines.

“so obvious,” geto scoffs. the video wobbles for a moment before being pointed directly at the tips of satoru’s shoes, then ends abruptly.

when you glance over at satoru, he’s pulled his sunglasses over his eyes as if they can hide his pink cheeks.

the next videos are similar. memories of your past viewed through a different lens, showing you things you’d never picked up on when you were living them.

some moments you watch with an aching heart. like when suguru leans close to you and makes a joke at satoru’s expense, or when you reach up to ruffle haibara’s hair.

(moments with cherished friends proving that the grief of losing them never got any lighter as you moved forward with your life, but at some point you’d just gotten used to carrying the weight.)

but what might be most interesting is seeing yourself in satoru’s eyes.

his focus, whether he was the one holding the camera or not, always seemed to drift to you. for all the times he’d denied crushing on you in your early years, the camera proves otherwise.

the way he peeks at you shyly as you fix your hair before a fight.

the way he reaches out instinctively whenever you’re knocked backwards.

the way he smiles brightly whenever you laugh at one of his jokes.

the way your gaze would occasionally meet his, and his smile seemed to come naturally.

“okay, that’s enough for tonight,” satoru announces, shutting the tv off and shooing the children away. “go clean your rooms, you freeloaders.”

you stand, looping your arms around his neck before he can run away. smiling, you gently pull his glasses off, tossing them onto the couch.

“hey! those are gucci—”

you shut him up with a kiss, feeling the way his lips curve upwards against yours. “i love you, you know that?”

blue eyes meet yours, the pensive look he’d been wearing melting into something a little softer. something reserved for you. “you’re obsessed with me, i know.”

you simply laugh, letting him dip down to give you another kiss.

(because you’d had his heart in your pocket long before either of you had realized.)

#thank u cherrykoo12 for this prompt omg #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #keeping up with the fushigojos

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lydiahosek · 8 months

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@awesomebutunpractical's OC Scenario Template thing!

Assign Each Character a Number, Answer Questions. Can be Random, Can be Not So Much.

1. Lynn

2. Erin

3. Rikki

4. Terrance

5. Evan

Just a little context: Lynn, Rikki, Terrance, and Evan were in the same class in junior high (Lynn and Terrance go back even further) and have been friends ever since. Erin is Lynn’s younger sister.

1. Lynn and Rikki both are in a hurry and practically bump into each other when they get to the door. What happens?

Chances are they’re on their way to the same place, or at least understand how important each others’ destinations are to them. They’ll both step back and Lynn will be the first to do the harried “after you” wave and let Rikki through.

2. Erin and Evan are in an argument. What could it be about? Just to smooth things out, Terrance walks in on them.

Evan’s family owns a restaurant. They decide to experiment with live music and hire Erin to sing, but it doesn’t go as smoothly as planned. The sound equipment (which Evan set up) doesn’t work properly. The accompanist doesn’t know half of the songs Erin brought music for – in addition to the crowd-pleasing standards Evan had suggested, she included several contemporary hits and obscure showtunes. She’s sensitive to every stray noise from the diners – every too-loud conversation, burst of laughter, and misbehaving kid distracts from those who are actually listening to her. After closing, she vents her frustration and Evan gets defensive. He doesn’t think it was that bad – she did sing, after all, which was the whole point, right? – but makes the crucial errors of suggesting that 1) she is reacting too strongly and 2) maybe if she had chosen some more mainstream selections she would have gotten a better reception. She accuses him of disrespecting the art – not so very deep down she resents performing in an environment in which she sees herself as “basically background music”, even as she was counting on it as a new step professionally.

Terrance arrives and is treated to each of their accounts of the evening. He is glad to have not been there earlier so he cannot give an opinion on whose read of the situation is “right”. Instead, he reminds them that whatever happened, it’s over now. They tried it out and learned that they aren’t a good match. A couple of snide “You can say that again”s notwithstanding, Evan and Erin both cool down. He pays her and thanks her for a night’s work, she thanks him for the opportunity and the payment, and they part ways.

(Evan’s family tries a few more acts over the next few weeks but ends up deciding that it’s not adding anything – that it’s more work and more money without pulling in more business – so they go back to their loop of recorded music.)

3. Erin needs a confidant and the options are Lynn and Rikki. Who’s it gonna be? What circumstances would cause this to switch?

While they haven’t always been the closest, Erin would still choose Lynn – unless the secret had something to do with Lynn herself.

4. Rikki and Terrance are stuck in a body swap and now they need to impersonate each other. What are the traits they’d overplay to sell it? Who’d do the better job?

Rikki would probably do better imitating Terrance than vice versa, though she’d call people “Dude” too much. Terrance would try to be affectionately snarky and sarcastic but it would come out as awkward and mildly rude. Everyone is uncomfortable.

5. Evan has lost something precious. There’s a pile of circumstantial evidence that Erin is the thief. Does Evan decide to trust Erin anyway? Jump on the evidence and start the blame game? Is there enough trust there to label this a betrayal? Is Erin actually responsible?

Left to draw his own conclusions, Evan will believe Erin took it. If Lynn catches wind of it, though, and comes to her sister’s defense, he’ll backtrack. He and Erin are at best acquaintances, so the presumed theft is in his mind a jerk move but at least nothing personal.

Erin’s many things, but she’s no thief. When the truth comes out, she’ll accept an apology for the accusation, but she may hold the incident over his head in the future.

6. Terrance, Erin, and Lynn are all out in the middle of nowhere and they stumble onto a very suspicious bag of money. What does each of them think of the situation? Can they agree on what to do?

Erin’s imagination is already spinning five different salacious backstories for the bag’s presence here. She wants nothing to do with it, for fear of entanglement in some gangster’s ransom drop or smuggling scheme. Terrance is not quite as convinced of the bag’s colorful past but considers the alternative that someone was just that careless with such a large sum, which annoys him. A tiny part of him wants to take it for his own/his family’s use, but *frustrated sigh* no, that would be wrong, let’s just leave it. Neither of them get their way, because Lynn is adamant that they take it with them and report it found as soon as they reach civilization again.

7. Rikki and Evan are, for the sake of this question, arch-enemies. For reasons they care about, they have to play nice with each other for a dinner. How well does each pull it off? Does Lynn pick up on the tension in the room?

Rikki plays it too friendly and casual, leaning on Evan and laughing at everything even slightly clever he says. Evan plays it too smooth and professional, as if he were at a business dinner and Rikki was a favored client. He’s the more convincing of the two, but Lynn absolutely notices both the stiffness in Rikki’s smile and the excessive courtesy Evan shows Rikki and nobody else.

8. There is a bug! A particularly big, spiny, potentially venom filled specimen. Lynn, and Erin are in the room with the little guy, and Rikki, Terrance, and Evan are in the next room over. What happens?

Bugs have a way of just suddenly being in the room without anyone having noticed when they came in. Lynn probably let out an embarrassingly loud yelp of surprise when she first spotted it in the middle of the floor or the counter or wherever. This attracts the attention of everyone else.

Rikki: *calls from the other room, concerned* What??

Lynn: *hurriedly regains composure* Nothing, just a bug.

Terrance: *gets up, heads toward the bug-occupied room*

Rikki and Evan: *follow him with mild interest*

Erin: *has instinctively backed away from the bug, is torn between her general regard for animals and her need for it to be far away from her*

Terrance: *squishes it before anyone can stop him*

9. Let’s cast Rikki as a detective and Terrance as the assistant. What could this look like? How effective would they be?

Oh, Rikki would have a blast bossing him around – sending him to do research and get coffee and the like. As for the actual investigation, Rikki’s very sociable, which gives her an advantage in interviewing people (and realizing when they might be lying to her). She deep-dives everyone’s social media, too. Between the two of them they’ll connect most of the dots, but depending on the nature of the case (say, if it’s in an unfamiliar setting) they might need an especially cooperative witness or an especially convenient clue to solve it completely.

10. Erin is jealous of Lynn. What’s causing this? How is this expressed? How honest is Erin about these feelings?

Well this is pretty much canon! It’d take a powerful truth serum to get Erin to admit it, though!

Lynn was the oldest sister to whom everything seemed to come easily – good grades, good rapport with their parents, making friends and getting dates, etc. This was felt less as they grew up and their worlds expanded beyond home and school (and as their younger siblings, Megan and Daniel, got older and it was less of a contrast between just the two of them), but Erin still feels it when considering their professional lives. Both sisters sing beautifully and had some theatre experience as teenagers. Erin wants to make a career as a performer. And she knows, she knows that if that was Lynn’s goal, she has the talent and likability to land any part she’d want. But instead she’s wasting it with mere church choir participation! This turns into irritation, defensiveness about her own choices, and reluctance to discuss her own career with her family when it isn’t going how she’d like.

(Of course, what Erin fails to consider is that for all of Lynn’s supposed instant success, she had her share of scrapes before Erin was around and she had to become the responsible example-setter. She puts in the work and meets people where they are and is tactful in her interactions with others even when she’d rather not be. She just doesn’t complain about it, which only feeds the perception that it’s all effortless for her.)

11. Say Evan really has to hype up Lynn to Rikki. Is this going to be easy? Sincere? How convincing would this all be for Rikki? What if Lynn overheard the hype session?

He never thought he’d have to, but Evan has no trouble making a case for Lynn and meaning it. He can casually state, as if these were self-evident facts, that she’s smart, talented, responsible, classy, hardworking…He cites examples and everything.

Rikki will easily believe that Evan thinks Lynn is great but not see that as any reason why she should think so. The one trait he brings up that starts to soften her is that despite all the others, Lynn doesn’t think of herself as better than anyone else but instead is caring and considerate to friends and strangers alike (the way he puts it is a little more rambly and inelegant but the point gets across).

Lynn would be floored to hear Evan speaking so highly of her. She starts remembering all the times she hasn’t matched the picture he’s painted and wants to question whether he really sees her that way or was just trying to persuade Rikki. He sure sounded genuine, though. The next time she sees him she’s tentative but pulls him aside and tells him that she heard what he said. He becomes self-conscious, but only momentarily and he doesn’t walk anything back. He accepts her thanks.

12. Erin and Terrance are now trapped in the Cave of ‘You’re Stuck Here Until You Resolve Some Character Conflict’. What would they need to talk about? What would they need to hear? How long will this take?

These two would not think to start opening up to each other until they’d been stuck for hours and were at a loss for what else to do or talk about – let’s say the better part of a day. Erin’s mind wanders back to the second-longest time they were together without Lynn around: When she was eight, he (and Rikki) got roped into babysitting her and she pulled some Calvin-level shenanigans. Even when Lynn was home Erin pestered them a lot at that age. She figures why not and apologizes for being “such a little brat” back then. Terrance tells her not to worry about it…that actually, now that he’s a parent, he’s been thinking about those days a lot lately. Being at her house was his main source of interaction with younger kids. It was and is humbling, and, he’s just recently realized, gives him a new perspective on his own experience as the youngest in his family. Erin stresses the importance of remembering the perspective of childhood in all interactions with children to avoid making them feel belittled or brushed off…and then makes a self-deprecating quip about childless singles giving parenting advice to actual parents. Terrance again tells her not to worry about it.

Awkward pause. Erin asks if Terrance was the same way as a kid. They trade growing-up-under-the-seemingly-perfect-older-sister stories and are feeling weirdly affirmed when – at last! – they hear their rescuers on the other side of the immovable boulder blocking the cave mouth.

13. Gift Exchange! Evan got Rikki in the Secret Santa. How easy will this be? How much effort is Evan going to put into this? What will Rikki think of the gift?

At first Evan thinks this will be a cinch – she makes no secret of her interests (anime, the Beatles, dancing…), so just get her something related. But what?, he realizes when he gets to the store. What if he gets her something she already has? Does he even know her size? Or, no, that’d be too weird, buying her clothes. He can feel himself starting to overthink, so he resolves to just grab the first decent-looking doodad he sees. He’s not gonna break her heart over a little gift exchange, right?

The first decent-looking doodad turns out to be a bobblehead figurine. “For your desk at work,” he tells her. Rikki thinks it’s a little goofy, but hey, so is Evan. She thanks him genuinely and does indeed put it on her desk.

14. Neither Rikki nor Erin believe in ghosts, but they happen to be in a very haunted house anyway. Who would figure out what’s going on first? Who would handle it better?

Erin is the first to consider the possibility of ghosts and eventually realize that that’s what’s happening. Depending on how menacing the ghost(s) is/are, her reaction might fall anywhere between trying to help them finish their business so as to pass on and just completely freaking out. Rikki is also freaking out and very unhappy to have been wrong in her assumptions about the supernatural (or lack thereof) and wants out of here immediately. If Erin’s too hysterical to contribute any ideas Rikki will just shepherd her towards the exit. If Erin thinks the ghosts need to be helped or fought Rikki will ask her what’s the quickest way to do that.

15. Well! It looks like a couple of no good bad guys are trying to snatch Evan. Why on earth would they do that? How much trouble would they have? What if Lynn got involved?

Evan’s a pretty unassuming guy – this is either a case of mistaken identity or has something to do with his family’s restaurant. Maybe the baddies are business rivals or saboteurs. He’s also very unimposing physically – they’ll sadly have no trouble picking him up. Lynn is shocked and appalled. Her first instinct is to go to the authorities.

16. Terrance and Evan have been assigned the Those Two Guys role. Whatever part of the story they play, the other tends to be around too. Would this be a voluntary arrangement?

Terrance and Evan would be great as Those Two Guys. They were the type to immediately seek each other out for partner projects at school. Since in this case the main business of the story isn’t personal to either one of them, they’ll gladly stick together on the sidelines offering commentary and doing odd jobs.

17. What kind of age gap is there between Erin and Rikki? What if this was exaggerated? Switched around? What kind of dynamic would you get with an old Erin and a young Rikki?

Erin is five years younger than Rikki. When they first met (and for some time after) they were just “Lynn’s friend” and “Lynn’s pesty sister” to each other. If that gap were widened they might have gotten off on a better foot – Erin would’ve been too young or less inclined to bother them* or they would have been more patient with her or both – and be on friendlier terms now that they’re all adults. Not that they’re rude or resentful or anything, but they might be on “stop and chat” acquaintance level rather than “smile, nod, and keep walking”. The same thing if Erin was the older one – she likes kids and is generally nice to her younger siblings’ friends, and Lynn starts (and leads Rikki into) trouble less often than Erin does in the same position. There’s a slim but nonzero chance that young Rikki, who already has an interest in dance, sees and is inspired by Erin’s early experiences in musical theatre, too.

*Presumably Lynn and Rikki remain the same age as each other in all of these scenarios. Otherwise none of them would have met at all.

18. What’s something both Lynn and Terrance find hilarious? Would they enjoy sharing it? What would Erin think of it?

In eighth grade Terrance taught himself to do a pretty good impression of their constantly grumpy gym teacher when he and Lynn had him as a chaperone on a field trip. He breaks it out again periodically for years afterward and it reliably causes Lynn to dissolve into giggles, especially when he does so at school and there’s the danger of being caught.

Erin never has that teacher, so much of the humor is lost on her, though it is still kind of amusing hearing Terrance do the goofy voice.

19. Evan and Terrance are in an on-going disaster together. Who’s handling it better? Is there a clear leader between them? Are they working together or cracking under the stress?

Terrance is more openly frantic, but he’s also the one who ends up taking charge to move forward. Evan is the one who first declares that they need to stop panicking and make a plan. A good balance overall, but this process may need to be repeated depending on how long the crisis continues and how many obstacles crop up along the way. I could unfortunately see Terrance accusing Evan of not getting it or not caring enough (and Evan taking issue with that in turn) if things got really, really bad (you know they’re gonna apologize and make it up as we move into the third act, though).

20. Let’s say Rikki was leading a team built from Erin, Evan, and Lynn. Would this position be more likely to be earned, elected, granted by a higher authority, or self-proclaimed? How would you rank Rikki’s leadership skills? Is there anyone in the underling trio who objects? Anyone whose particularly loyal? How functional would the team be overall?

Rikki probably (rightly) declared herself the most knowledgeable about whatever the group’s purpose is, thus the others couldn’t really argue against her taking charge. Lynn wouldn’t have argued anyway and defends her friend when the other two grumble. I’d give her a 6.5/10. She’s confident and decisive and her judgement about what needs to be done is usually pretty good. She’s not very patient with less than instant obedience, though. She’ll explain herself if asked but she won’t be happy about it. Major unforeseen complications may throw her for a loop and derail the process, as well. Otherwise, the team will generally cooperate and accomplish its objective.

21. Terrance’s been left out of the day’s shenanigans. Is this taken personally? What level of solo shenanigans will they get into if left on their own?

Terrance doesn’t mind staying behind once in a while. He’d be upset if it became a regular thing, though. He’ll most likely spend the day around the house – shoot some hoops, practice guitar as loud as he wants, etc.

22. If you had to choose a babysitter between Erin and Rikki, who would it be? Who would Terrance choose?

I would choose Erin. Both of them are responsible, but Erin’s much more willing to take on the role. Terrance is much closer with Rikki and would choose her.

23. Alright, let’s swap Terrance and Lynn’s stories for a moment. Would they get along with the other’s supporting cast? What’s one big way the stories would change?

Lynn would be a sensitive and cooperative daughter to Deirdre (Terrance’s mom). Lynn and Lily (Terrance’s sister) are already pretty similar – book smart, ambitious, organized. They would have been very close growing up together, but they also would reinforce some of each other’s flaws – tendencies toward stubbornness, snobbiness, brushing off other perspectives. Also, without younger siblings around on a daily basis Lynn would lose the relative ease she has in dealing with little kids.

Terrance would bond with David (Lynn’s dad) over basketball and bristle under April’s (Lynn’s mom) fussiness. He’d regard Erin with either tolerance or annoyance, depending on the day. Things would improve when they’re both adults. The relationship between him and Megan and Daniel is more consistently benevolent but distant – he has to help look after them when they’re very little, and he’s preoccupied with his own matters as they get older.

Canonically, Terrance starts working immediately after graduating high school. However, David works for a community college and gets partial tuition coverage for his children, so it was the non-negotiable assumption for as long as any of them can remember that they would all get college degrees. Terrance majors in English but has no clear direction of what he would want to do with it beyond doing something so he can have a steady income and propose to his girlfriend.

Conversely, Lynn is still as determined to get a degree as she originally was, but she’s not tied to going to that particular school. She follows in Lily’s footsteps to a large university in a nearby city. She’s also an English major, with a journalism minor – this probably brings her and Terrance closer as friends as they navigate their programs simultaneously, comparing and contrasting their requirements and course material. Come senior year, they’re both looking out for job opportunities and eventually end up at the same newspaper.

24. Terrance, Erin, and Evan have all been taken to a mysterious location, and separated. They have not seen their “hosts” yet, but have had time to think about the situation. When they are reunited, Evan has been replaced with a slightly too friendly, but otherwise identical, impostor. Do the other two notice? Does the discussion turn to escape? If they realize Evan is missing, what would the others do?

Erin definitely doesn’t notice the change. Terrance does eventually. I’d like to say he does immediately, but he would easily believe that the dire circumstances have simply inspired his friend to Realize What’s Really Important and be more openly affectionate.

Erin is the one to tell them to cut the mushy stuff and let’s get the heck out of here. When they realize “Evan” is a phony, however, Terrance flips out and (mentally if not also physically) scrambles around trying to figure out how to find the real one. Erin is agreeable to not leaving without him but is also now very concerned about the who, how, and why of the impersonator and will interrogate him. She’s mostly sure Terrance is the real Terrance. Mostly.

25. What’s one goal that Rikki and Lynn could share? What would they think of each other’s methods of getting said goal?

One of their favorite long-running prime time prestige drama/soap operas is in danger of cancellation and they must save it! Rikki immediately jumps to social media, calling for their fellow fans to make a stink. Lynn must admit the power of numbers and the fact that that’s probably where the higher-ups are most likely to look. Her first idea was a letter-writing campaign – actual pen on paper, with long, detailed, reasoned arguments in the show’s favor. Rikki admires the patience and skill necessary to do that but guesses the majority of viewers don’t have them (“I know I don’t - but that doesn’t mean I don’t love the show!”). She urges Lynn to go on with it, though, and anyone else confident in their word-assembling abilities.

#my ocs #violence mention #spoiler alert: a bug gets squished #ghosts #kidnapping #awesomebutunpractical #thanks for the prompts!

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