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spencersawkward · 3 years

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switchblade faith//spencer reid - chapter 7

summary: one month after joining the BAU, Clea is still settling in. between solving murders and getting acclimated to DC, the only comfortable thing in her life is her friendship with Dr. Spencer Reid.

relationship: Fem!OC/Spencer

word count: 4.3k

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somewhat unfortunately, Halloween rolls around. between the most intense case of my career and the rest of the ones that have come in, the meaningless holiday has barely crossed my mind. it's only Penny's eager reminder to find a costume that brings it to the front of my mind. I could half-ass it and pick something stupid, but then I would feel bad. everyone else in the office is just so excited about it, I don't want to be a sour influence.

plus, we deserve to have some fun.

I decide on a simple costume and on the 31st of October, I find myself in Penelope Garcia's bathroom with a tube of cherry red lip gloss and a somewhat reluctant expression.

"oh, c'mon." her voice is muffled through the door.

"quick question," I tighten the scarlet string around my neck, looking at myself in the mirror. "how full-out did you go?"

"baby, you know I only go to the extreme." she quips. I roll my eyes playfully, then open the bathroom door, stepping into the purple hallway with what can only be feigned confidence.

it's not that I don't look pretty; I think I look good. but it's the sheer silliness of it that makes my walk a little less than proud. I stopped dressing up for Halloween before I hit twelve. and now I'm twirling (at Penelope's command) in a short dress.

"I'm not even joking, Little Red: you look hot." she says, eyeing me up and down. there's an enormous purple seashell clipped in her blonde curls, sparkles all over her skin. she looks exactly like herself-- beautiful and whimsical in every aspect.

"thanks." I blush.

"come show us!" JJ calls from the living room. Emily would be with us, but she said she had to run an errand beforehand. I glance at Penelope once and widen my eyes. why am I so nervous? I'm acting like a child.

"go on, then!" Pen practically shoves me forward and I stumble a bit in my heels before walking out of the hallway and making my grand entrance by the couch. JJ is holding an enormous bowl of popcorn, dressed like Britney Spears. her jaw drops.

"do a spin!" she squeals. I do so, and the red cape flutters around me like the petals of a blooming flower. she sets the bowl down, claps. "I love it!"

"thanks." when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror on her wall, my cheeks are rosy. my hair tumbles over my shoulders and the cut of my dress is a bit low, but the cleavage is actually kind of a good addition. red ribbon falls just to my décolletage, a slight tease.

"we should head out soon, though," JJ checks her phone. "wouldn't want Hotch to leave by the time we arrive."

"is he even coming?" I ask.

"said he would. Pen made quite the case for herself." JJ pops a kernel into her mouth and I look to the tech analyst, who has a mischievous smirk on her candy pink lips. she raises an eyebrow.

"I told him I'd bring candy corn."

"seriously?" I can't keep the surprise out of my voice. didn't realize someone that serious could be plied with the promise of candy.

"yes, now come on." Penny scoops up her purse, which is shaped like a giant pearl, and goes to her cabinet to grab the candy corn. before long, we're out the door, chattering aimlessly on our way to the office.

when we get there, I start to get nervous. although I'm not sure why, I get self-conscious about my dress and hood, about the secret black garter around my thigh. it's my personal secret, something I wore for myself.

there are a few decorations up. some people from around the office are talking, and everyone is dressed to the nines. Garcia opens the door for me and I head straight for Emily's desk, where the rest of the team is gathered. Rossi works his way through a handful of hard candies in his palm. Emily is stunning in her black cat costume.

"hey, you guys." she breaks into a grin when she sees JJ and Pen and me, the rest of the group parting to look at us. my eyes snag on Spencer, with his Frankenstein mask resting on the top of his head so he can talk normally. even Hotch is pleased to see the three of us.

"thanks, Garcia!" he cheers as she hands him the bag of candy corn.

"you know, you're lucky he left the house for that." Rossi raises his eyebrows and points at the unit chief.

"oh, we know." JJ smirks.

"you look great!" Emily gives each of us a hug. she smells like something slightly spicy and warm, a nice scent that makes me want to hold on tighter. I don't know how to explain it; Prentiss has a very calming presence to me. I always find myself hanging around her whenever I need to decompress after cases, even if it just means talking about regular life.

"you do, too!" I grab a handful of caramel corn from the bowl she offers. "it looks pretty nice in here, actually."

"don't sound so surprised. think we couldn't handle a few decorations and snacks?" Rossi questions. it's getting easier to be around him now, honestly. despite my initial hesitance about his seniority, he's never made me feel small for my lack of experience in this specific field.

"she's against the whole holiday." Garcia makes a face as she berates me. Spencer shakes his head like I'm insane.

"that's not true!" I protest. "I never said I was against it, I just don't get why people are so excited about Halloween every year."

"because it's fun." Spencer speaks up. I roll my eyes.

"I'm not convinced."

"well, I'm glad you said so, because I've actually planned a little activity for us!" Garcia is practically bursting with excitement as she says it, like she's been holding it in the whole evening. she probably has.

my stomach twists. to be honest, I had been hoping for a relaxing evening and then an early night. an "activity" sounds like it'll interrupt those plans. but she's so elated that I can't help smiling.

"what is it?" Prentiss feigns wariness.

"well," Garcia simpers in a way that makes me think we're in for an interesting night. "I took the liberty of hiding certain candies around the office last night before we went home."

"hiding them?" JJ repeats with a smirk.

"in little plastic pumpkin cases. they're absolutely adorable, like Easter egg size--"

"you're sending us on an Easter egg hunt?" Rossi looks at her disbelievingly. I let out a nonplussed noise. Penelope is ready to defend herself, however, pointing a finger at him and sounding as firm as she can manage.

"it's going to be cute, dammit. whoever gets the most candies gets a special surprise at the end."

"what's the surprise?" Emily asks.

"it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now would it?" Penelope replies.

there's a silence in the circle as we all try to figure out how to react. it's childish, for sure. nobody is arguing that point; but it also sounds kind of not that bad to me.

"oh come on, guys!" she addresses our lack of enthusiasm. "we've had a hard couple of weeks. let's at least try and have some fun."

JJ starts to laugh, putting her arm around the tech analyst's waist while she snuggles into her shoulder.

"if it'll make you happy, Pen."

"it will!" Garcia nods vigorously and turns to us. I catch myself breaking into a smile. there are much worse things than going on a Halloween candy hunt, especially given the usual circumstances of being in the office.

"alright!" I throw up my hands and Emily is next to concede. Spencer has been quiet this whole time, but he straightens up from his usual slouching position and tries to hide the grin spreading over his lips. Rossi and Hotch glance at each other.

"alright." the Italian shrugs.

"what do we have to do, then?" I ask.

"well, there are a bunch of pumpkins hidden all over. you'll know them when you see them." she clasps her hands together. "I'm timing you, too, so you're going to have half an hour."

"wait a second," Emily frowns. "what if some of the other people who aren't in on it find the candies first?"

there's a sound of general assent from all of us. we aren't the only employees here. Penelope doesn't seem bothered by this, however.

"then I guess you'd better move fast." she pulls out her phone and presses a button, and we disperse with a quickness that really does make me feel like a kid again. I never did Easter egg hunts as a child, but this is a welcome distraction. low stakes competition.

I start to wander around, starting at my desk. there's a pumpkin behind my computer monitor, and one in my desk drawer, although that's it for my personal workspace. my feet carry me to other place around the office, my fingers trailing over the tops of cabinets and under desks. Penelope sits in Prentiss' chair with a sucker-- a smug, luminous mermaid as she watches all of us scramble.

"you got Hotch to search for hidden candy. impressive." I pass her on my way to Anderson's desk. she hasn't hidden anything in too private a place, but maybe there's something in his paperclip dish.

"I'm a witch." she wiggles her brows.

"I thought you were a mermaid." I wink. she grabs the hem of my dress and tugs on it.

"just go find your candy, silly."

"is there anything in Hotch's office?" I nod towards the almost intimidating room. her eyes flicker around to see who might be around us. fortunately, everyone is too wrapped up in their current task to even look our way. I look like I'm just wasting time.

"you didn't hear it from me," she whispers. "but yes."

a sparkle of satisfaction burns in my chest.

"love you, Penny." I make my way towards the office. the door is shut and the actual usual inhabitant of it hasn't gone inside, so he must have overlooked the idea that Garcia would hide candy in there. I'm sure they'll be easy finds, too, since she's terrified of crossing any boundaries with him and wouldn't press her luck by touching his things.

I head over to the couch by the door and see a plastic pumpkin resting on the table next to it, nestled between the wall and the surface.

"ha!" I snatch the thing up, then keep poking around. there's another one on the bookshelf. without anywhere else to put them, I put the found objects in the hood of my cape, dropping them in before moving onto the next.

I'm under the desk when I hear the door get pushed open slightly more. my head pops up from the inconspicuous spot and there's Reid, pockets stuffed while he peers around the space.

"hey." I say. he jumps when he sees me kneeling on the floor.

"oh, hi," he frowns. "why are you on the ground?"

I grab the little orange pumpkin package that's tucked against one of the desk legs, then show him smugly. "winning."

"how many do you have?" he pretends to be curious, but I can sense an undercurrent of competitiveness. I stand and shrug. he eyes my costume to see if I have any spots that hint at a candy stash. he doesn't think to check the hood of my cape.

"that's for me to know and you to find out."

Spencer squints briefly. "are you secretly good at this?"

"am I?" I raise my eyebrows. "don't try to profile me, Reid."

"I'm not profiling you!" he lets out one of those rare laughs, the musical sound that lives in his throat. I wish he would laugh more; there's something kind of cute about his face when he does.

"mhmm." I say doubtfully and come to stand in front of him. "let's see it, then."

"see what?"

"what you have so far." I say the words and he immediately places his hands over his pockets.

"no way! you didn't show me yours." he protests quickly. I wrinkle my nose.

"oh come on, Reid." I roll my eyes. "if you show me yours, I'll show you where I keep mine."

he watches me skeptically again. "why?"

"because I think we could be allies."

there's a silence after the suggestion. truthfully, the idea just popped into my head. we could win pretty easily, though, if we coordinate.

"really?" the corners of his lips flicker upwards. he's unsure whether or not he should give in.

"are you kidding? with your smartness and my generally conniving nature, we could really do some damage." I tease. he giggles.

"I've never heard someone describe themselves as conniving."

"call it self-awareness," I smirk. "are you in or not?"

he glances behind him at the bullpen, our friends still searching for the pumpkin packages while Garcia twists a pen between her fingers. when she wants to, she can look intimidating. I raise an eyebrow and wait for Spencer's response. his face turns to mine. those irises are such a pretty shade.

"okay."

"alright, boy genius!" I cheer, then reach up to undo my cape. he looks slightly panicked for a second as I undo the red ribbon, but relaxes when I grab the hood and show him the stash of pumpkins. "see?"

it’s crammed with orange packages.

“that's pretty smart." he admits with an impressed smile.

"right?" I agree. "come on, then. I think I've practically swept this place clean."

he follows me out the door in our search.

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by the time the thirty minutes are up, Spencer and I have made shocking progress in consolidating our supply. we've decided that if we beat everyone, we'll share the surprise. if it's something we can't split, we'll rock-paper-scissors for victory (two out of three, of course). but I'm not too concerned about it.

when we wander over to Penelope's spot at the desk, we're practically strutting.

"someone's confident." she notes. I take my cape off again and slam the thing down on the surface. Spencer has an amused look on his face.

we ended up spending a lot of time arguing about the best spots to hide candy, though I mostly let him take the lead— in terms of hiding places, he's been here longer and knows more than I do. and, unrelated, but he's pretty funny when he's not busy thinking about a case. his references are a little nerdy, but I kind of enjoy listening to the explanations.

"we kicked ass." I cross my arms over my chest and Spencer nods. everyone around us is suspicious; JJ points between us.

"did you two team up?"

"maybe." I glance at Spencer, who's already looking at me to gauge my reaction to the question.

"that's cheating!" JJ laughs. Spencer shakes his head.

"actually, Garcia never laid out any formal rules for the game."

"mhmm!" I nod in agreement, grateful to have him there with his factual authority. JJ sighs, but nobody can stay mad at Spencer. we share a grin before Emily eyes the separate piles on the desk.

Garcia went out of her way to hide a lot of treats. that said, it's clear that the combined amount from Reid and me beats out everyone else's. we high five once she announces us the official winners.

"what's our prize?" Spencer asks as everyone lightheartedly boo's our victory.

"a gift card to that new fried chicken place that we ordered from a while ago." Garcia presents a shiny plastic card to me. it's a great treat, honestly, becuase I'm hungry and takeout is one of my favorite things in the world.

the team congratulates us on our win and things start to wind down. Hotch makes an excuse to get home and Rossi muses about a pack of cigars that await him. I feel the energy in the office start to dissipate, but now I feel like I'm on a bit of a victory high. I got all dressed up and now everyone wants to leave? disappointing.

as Prentiss and JJ shrug on their coats, I run my fingertip over the edge of the gift card. Spencer is packing some extra books into his bag. he told me to keep the gift card and that it wasn't a big deal, but I don't feel right not sharing. especially not when we didn’t rock-paper-scissors for it.

"Reid." I walk over to his spot, lean against the desk. he glances up in surprise.

"yeah?"

"do you wanna share this with me?" I wave the reward in the air. his brows draw together for a fraction of a second. he seems confused.

"right now?"

"sure, why not?" I gesture to the bullpen, which is emptying quickly. "it's not even that late."

he checks his watch as if to confirm my assertion, then stuffs his slim wrists into his pockets and stares at me for a second. I start to get the sense he’s going to say no, and something in me sinks. his tongue darts out over his bottom lip. he's got his mouth open a lot. "y-yeah, that sounds fun."

I nod at the good news. "okay, cool. I'm too lazy to actually drive there, so I'll just order delivery?"

"okay." he gives me a small smile while I pull out my phone to call the place. I'm a little bit glad that it's just us.

...

"try it." I pop the plastic cover off the sauce cup before setting it next to him.

"that looks gross." Spencer shakes his head quickly through a mouthful of food. my jaw drops and I snatch the sauce right back, dipping the chicken into it and taking a hefty bite.

"it's literally the perfect combination of salty and smooth." I protest. Reid looks dubious, however, and leans his head back against the side of the desk. we started the evening in the swivel chairs, but we're both fidgety at heart and now we're on the floor.

he takes a swig of his drink. "I never knew lemonade could taste so good."

"same." I laugh. "can I have your sauce thing, then?"

he responds by dismissively pushing the thing over to me. we're sitting side-by-side, and somehow I think that's easier for him. we don't have to look each other in the eyes as we talk.

"I'm proud of us." I announce. Spencer snorts.

"why?"

"we found so much candy! which we can now eat for dessert." I reach up to grab my cape off my desk, and the hood thuds to the ground.

"we're a good team." he says it lightheartedly. Spencer is right, though; we work really well together on cases. it makes sense that it would translate into candy hunts. he's way smarter than I am, but it functions well.

"we should do the Amazing Race."

"I don't think either of us would like that." he takes a bite of his fry and I finish up the last of my chicken.

"you wanna hear a secret?" my head turns to his.

"what?" he reciprocates. his features appear especially delicate right now, almost suspended. I can see a darkness in his lids that contradicts the youth of his mien. I'm so close, I could kiss his nose if I wanted to. I don't, but I could.

"aside from the team aspect, I don't really know what the Amazing Race is." I giggle. Spencer breaks into a laugh and turns away again, filling the office with the sound. I blush.

"then why did you bring it up?" his voice gets slightly high-pitched when he tries to speak through it.

"I don't know, I feel like people say that all the time."

"nobody has ever asked me to be in the Amazing Race with them." Spencer is still giggling when he looks over at me. I bite my lip before asking the thing that plagues me.

"so, what is it?"

"the Amazing Race?"

"no, Newton's Laws." I deadpan. "yes, the Amazing Race."

he throws his hands up and I chuckle. he straightens.

"it's a reality game show where they race to travel the world."

"that's it? no stats for me, genius boy?" I gesture for him to elaborate. Spencer shrugs.

"I don't really care about reality shows."

"you don't--" I blink exaggeratedly, as if the fact is shocking. "you don't care about reality shows?"

"we get enough reality here as it is."

"oh, Spence...." I sigh. "there are few things faker than reality tv."

"why do you like them?" he's genuinely curious. I see the glimmer of the Work Spencer with which I've become familiar. always trying to get under the surface, digging for answers even when they don't seem immediately relevant.

"I like to turn my brain off sometimes, you know?" I close the lid of my food and take a drink of my lemonade while I wait for him to respond. although he doesn't look at me as he nods, I can tell he understands what I mean. if anything, he knows the feeling better than I do.

"yeah, I get that."

"everyone just acts really stupid and they care way too much about things that usually, like, don't even matter. it's sort of comforting in a weird, depressing, god-I'm-glad-that's-not-me way."

"that's interesting," he peeks over at me for just a second. "you know, there's actually been studies done that show people with higher annual incomes suffer from higher levels of depression and anxiety."

"I believe it." I make a noncommittal sound and reach into the hood of my cape to grab a piece of candy. with the movement, I shift and the hem of my dress lifts enough to expose the garter on my thigh, and the object tucked within it. Reid's eyes pass briefly over me, but he does a double-take when he sees the thing.

"is that--?" he points at my leg. I hitch up the garment a little so I can remove the knife that's been pressed to my thigh the whole evening.

"a weapon? yeah, technically." I chuckle. Spencer's jaw drops in disbelief. even as I hold it in my hands, he seems afraid to touch it.

it's not really a weapon. I got it from one of my friends as a gift a while ago, a lovely little resin dagger that's filled with red flower petals and gold flakes. it glints under the office lights.

"you're really not supposed to have that in here." he gulps, glances up at the corners of the room, where I'm sure security cameras are mounted. I hand it to him, pressing the blade into his palm.

"then stop looking at all the cameras so suspiciously." I scoff. he turns a bit to look at the thing, tilts the edges under the glow to examine it with a strange expression. his long, elegant fingers move over the handle.

"where did you get this?"

"it was a present. it's not dangerous." I shrug. the edges are pretty dull; it's more of a decorative piece. I would equate its actual risk level to that of a particularly pointy pen.

"why did you bring it?" he hands it to me gingerly, our hands touching briefly before I slide it back into the garter on my thigh. his eyes follow my movements, and something in my stomach flips unexpectedly.

"I collect them."

"knives?" he doesn't seem taken aback, only interested, judging by the way he frowns quizzically. I nod and face him.

"yeah. I started as a kid, but I have a whole variety of them-- antique, new, ornate, plain-- I love 'em all." I explain enthusiastically. Spencer opens his mouth and I realize that he must have a million questions. he always has a million questions.

"why knives?"

I pull my mouth to the side of my face. it's not like there's some deep, dark reason behind my predilection for collecting sharp objects. and I’ve tried to answer that question myself, always coming up empty. some things people just... like. "I don't know."

like I've put a damper over the conversation.

"o-oh." Spencer's eyes drop into his lap, where he's been fidgeting with his hands for the past couple minutes. he thinks I'm withholding, that he's crossed some sort of line. my heart sinks.

"I'm serious, Reid-- I don't know." I laugh it off. "I just think they're cool the same way that you think math is cool."

"math is cool." he looks up for a second to smile. I nudge his shoulder with mine. his slight frame means he almost tips over and I laugh.

"hard disagree, but sure."

Spencer stretches his legs out before him, and I'm reminded of how tall he is. he's prone to slouching, so it's easy to forget that his body is actually pretty lengthy. when he taps his Converse together absently, I notice the different colors of his socks. one has watermelon slices and the other has the Road Runner on them.

"I like your mask, by the way." I compliment.

"oh, you mean this?" he tugs the thing down over his face. it's gruesome, really, tinged green with baggy skin below the eye holes. I make a disgusted face and push his shoulder away from me.

"ew!"

"something wrong?" he uses a funny monster voice when he says it, wiggling his fingers playfully. I cackle. he’s never done that.

"god, that thing is ugly."

Spencer removes the mask again, a ghost of a grin on his face. for all of his shyness, he's enjoying himself right now.

we sit there in silence for a bit, cracking open the plastic pumpkin packages that Garcia has stuffed with all sorts of candy. we trade jelly beans like currency, blue raspberry for orange and anything remotely citrus-flavored that he loves. he doesn't mind taking them from my open palm, which fills me with a strangely warm feeling.

I realize that there's more to Spencer's anxiety than germs, a thin layer of something that he lays between each person and himself. we don't talk about weighty subjects; we aren't friends like that-- not yet, anyway. but I'm glad that he feels alright with this kind of proximity.

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imaginesbymk · 4 years

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PINK + WHITE.

—CHAPTER SIX ; JUST ANOTHER WOMAN.

summary: teresa’s permanent resignation from the peaky blinders leads her to a whole new chapter of working in an art museum. but little did she know her best life would be butchered some time later when her former lover tommy shelby gives her no choice but to return to the peaky blinders after they make new enemies, with the leader, of all people, being the man teresa fell in love with one night after a wedding reception back in post world war; luca changretta.

pairing: luca changretta x OC x tommy shelby

tags in this chapter: swearing

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BACK in 1918, Teresa wished she could kiss Tommy again. When he returned home from the war, kissing him felt like kissing a stranger. He was there physically, but not mentally, spiritually. He just wasn't all there. It was no surprise to Teresa. Without even an ounce of experience fighting in the trenches and ducking for cover when a grenade is thrown, she had an idea on what horrors Tommy faced before referring himself as a patriarch. The one thing he wanted to do was drink and throw things around before finally seeing his family again. His lips she used to kiss were cracked dry, trembling from the dirt.

But that was 1918. Teresa kept her patience with Tommy as the shell shock brought him sleepless nights and downing more booze and night terrors. Now it was near end of January 1926, Teresa stood in front of another man she was once in love with, someone who was a soldier for the Spinietta family. Or perhaps a man she might still be in love with...

"Miss Griffith!" Alfie exclaims, getting up from the stool before stopping one of the henchman to march over to the girl. "Uh, uh, uh! Hang on, let me give my best loyal customer a proper greeting."

"Shalom, Mr. Solomons," Teresa smiles, embracing the man.

"Shalom, my dear!" And Alfie kisses her both on the cheeks before remembering Luca was still there. Alfie looked at the Italian. "Well, mate since you now look like you've seen six heads on one body, I'm going to boldly assume you and Miss Griffith had some history. So don't mind me, pretend I'm not here." He sits back down, putting his glasses back on and jotting something in his slip of paper he takes out from his pockets.

Luca stared hard at Alfie, then at Teresa, then back at Matteo. There were no words. What even was there to appropriately react to this? What was even there to say? The match stick was soaked with his saliva from staying in his mouth so uncomfortably, but he bit it down with his teeth to keep it from falling and to just clench it from his sudden frustration.

Teresa was just as at a loss of words when she saw the Italian. She even recognized his cousin standing behind him. What were the odds? She was just talking about him to Michael Gray whom he had an encounter with prior to warning her at her art exhibition.

Teresa hated winter but she loved covering herself with the warm buttoned up trench coat to shape out her slim figure, Luca noticed that. He also noticed how her hair was in waves, just like how the women were styling their hair when there wasn't a special occasion. It wasn't new to see the same thing, but he had to admit, it was nice to see those blonde locks again. Luca always tucked a strand of it behind her ear before lowering his head to kiss her so passionately- the lips- yes, he does remember kissing them, too. But kissing her in that moment wouldn't be as beautiful as the first time.

"Hi." Teresa smiled at him, even though she felt like smashing one of Alfie's rum bottles on the floor in anger.

"Miss Griffith," he greets her. His accent thickened as it drew a low volume. "What're you doing here?"

"Came to see Alfie, I owe him money for bringing rum to my grand re-opening."

"You're still directing in Penarth?"

Teresa nodded. "We showcased art deco."

"Oh. Well, congratulations on the exhibition."

"Thank you." There was a short pause. "How about you? You're here to buy rum?"

"Business," he replies. "We're here on business."

"Yeah, okay. This conversation is as immensely dry as the Sahara desert," Alfie removed his glasses. "Unfortunately, I cannot leave you two unattended with my bread in my bakery unless you're here to pay up."

"This ain't no fucking bakery, Mr. Solomons," Luca snaps.

"Mate, I will smash a lead pipe on your obnoxious fucking face if you make one more comment on my business that you intend on taking from me," Alfie emphasized the last part of his sentence, then switched his expression to smile sweetly at the lady. "Now, you said you're here to pay me?"

Teresa pulls out her purse, handing Alfie a stack of cash. "Ten pounds. But it was worth it, the guests loved your rum, Mr. Solomons. I thank you again."

Alfie chanted, counting the bills in his hands one by one. "Thank you for choosing Solomons' Fine Old Rum. I hope to see you again in the future. Right, I'll leave you two alone now, but please don't fuck on top of my barrels! The bottles are very fragile, it'll cost you another tonne for damages, mate."

And he was gone.

Following the white noise and footsteps from the workers in the background, behind the men he brought with him, it really was just the two of them. Matteo cleared his throat, queuing him and his other men to walk over to pat Teresa down. She cooperates knowing she was armed with a handgun strapped to the inside the coat, in which they confiscated, much to her annoyance. After searching her, Luca kept his stare.

"What?" Teresa says. "You're still in shock?"

"It's just..." he trails off. "Seeing an old face again gives me a weird feeling in my gut."

Matteo leaned over, muttering a comment in Italian, causing Luca to let out a chuckle. Teresa frowned at that. Luca knew Teresa didn't speak Italian as English and Welsh were the only two she was fluent in, not even when they dated she picked up a few basic Italian words and sentences here and there. But having people presumably make a remark at you in a language you didn't know was a barrier, and yet it still stung.

"You said you came here on business?" Teresa didn't even need to enlighten her question. She knew exactly what Luca was doing back in England. "Yet you came to see Alfie. I'm just gonna assume it's a proposition."

"Sure," Luca said dryly. "My men and I will be on our way." Luca turned his heel, chewing on the ends of his match stick.

"Not so fast, Luca," Teresa crossed her arms. "you ended things on a sour note and you don't even care."

He turned back around, rolling his eyes. "What?"

"Luca, you hurt me. You were in such a hurry to leave me, now that we're standing in front of each other you're not gonna own up to what you did? Don't you even remember me?"

"Six years ago, I took you to my cousin's wedding and we began seeing each other afterwards. Yes, I do remember you, I just don't remember everything. The average man sees almost a dozen women a day."

"No, they don't," Teresa shakes her head. Do they?

He places the match back in between his teeth. "That was six years ago. You think I'd recall every single thing?"

"Well to me, it was special. You made me happy. But I guess it wasn't special for you."

"I'm serious about how many women we see a day. I would see them from parties, some coming to talk about business," Luca waves his hand. "It's like being in a candy store, you dunno where to start, so you just grab a fuckin' load of 'em." Then he smirks to Matteo. "Un sacco di caramelle." And they both chuckle.

She froze at the thought of Luca seeing other women while he lived back in New York, jumping from one to another. Yet again, no surprise. He's a gangster.

"So I meant nothing to you?" Teresa had to ask.

Luca looked down. "I was happy, can't deny that. I guess I never really had time to settle down with someone. When I went back to America, I've never felt more at home than the old country. I became more successful than ever. My family invested in so much just so we could walk around the streets like we owned New York City. So, when I was staying here after the wedding, there was really nothing else to do other than... squeeze in some fun. So-"

Please don't say it...

"You were just another woman." Teresa felt like her body was shrinking. Luca Changretta was kind to her, supported her work, he let her hold one of his Thompson guns for the first time like it was a trophy. He shared his passions, his secrets, his fears, as she did to same. He even promised to take her to Italy one day. But the man standing in front of her looked at her like she was a creature. Perhaps all gangsters carried that kind of attitude, some of them just don't care after.

Gulping the back of the throat to prevent choking out a cry, she spoke back. "Right. Well, welcome back. It's nice to see you again."

Luca nodded as a response and turned to his men. "Andiamo." He was the first to walk back the way he came, Matteo following, then the rest of his men that stood in formation were the last.

"Can I..." Teresa stops him. He turned back around, raising his brow. "...have my gun back?"

Luca tilted his head at Matteo to retrieve it back to her. Matteo walked back to his boss, continuing to make their way down the corridors.

What a way to make an exit, she thought. She didn't have anyone to follow her around, so she exited the back door all by herself, dragging her cold feet and her shattered heart.

+ honestly, this entire reunion chapter sounded better in my head. so writing this was a huge challenge because i need more practice, therefore i hate this piece. but yes, luca is a bitch. "b i c t h... and in that order."

+ btw, alfie ships luca and teresa. periodt.

#pink+white #luca changretta x oc #luca changretta fanfiction #luca changretta #luca changretta fanfic #tommy shelby x oc #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders x oc #peaky blinders

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thewritingstar · 4 years

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The Mystery Mom

This was a commission but the lovely person decided to keep it anonymous. I had a lot of fun with this one and the description of Wendys mom came from the creative client. I hope you enjoy this and this is my first fic for Gravity Falls! Enjoy :)

Characters: Dipper Pines, Wendy Corduroy, Connie Corduroy (OC)

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Word Count: 2K+

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Over the years Dipper Pines had seen some things. He was used to the unimaginable and the hard to explain. Whether it be small gnomes that tried to date his sister, a delusional boy with too much hair spray who also tried to date his sister or a demon that almost destroyed the world, he had seen almost everything.

He loved the mysterious and returning to Gravity falls for the fifth year in a row was going to be nothing short of that. One of the biggest conomdromes is how the small town had stayed quiet and hidden from the rest of the universe. He still couldn’t grasp that one.

However, no matter what the environment or mythical creatures that lurked about did, the people who inhabited the town had taken to his interest much more. Mable had always been the people person, that was a no brainer. Her ability to make friends in a minute or create a scene of positivity had always put a smile on his face and made him question if they were truly twins. On the other hand, he was much more quiet and asked the questions that not many would suspect, but in Gravity Falls, you get used to the Pines twins.

Dipper parked the car in the back of his uncle's infamous Mystery Shack, well now it belonged to Soos, but the twins were allowed to stay in the attic just like they did all those summers before. The motel in town was haunted and he would rather not be interrupted in his sleep by a ghost asking about Summerween.

“Well I’m off to see my gal pals.” Mable said as she closed her door and flashed him a smile that finally didn’t have metal anymore. The day those braces came off, she ate literally everything she couldn’t before and got the worst stomach ache of all time, Mabel thought it was worth it.

“Tell Candy and Greata I said hi.” He responded and she went inside to chat to Soos before grabbing the keys to the golf cart.

Dipper took a deep breath, enjoying the crisp air of the vast amount of trees that towered over the shack without a second thought. He adjusted his hat and looked around wondering where to start. A certain person came to mind and a smile broke out on his face as he began to walk into town where a certain family of lumberjacks lived.

Summer time was fun, not because of the absences of school but because you can relax and catch up with friends you may have not seen in awhile. Even though most people knew him, he only hung around a handful of people and the redheaded girl with the flannel was the one he cared about most.

The small bell rang as he entered the Mystery Shack. A smile came onto his face as he looked around the store and the memories came flowing in.

“What's up Dipper dude!” Soos cheered as he gave him a fist bump.

“Hey Soos.” He smiled. “Nothing much yet, just glad to be back.”

Soos let out a laugh before ruffling his hat. “Mr. Pines should be back tonight.”

“I’ll make sure to be back, I’ll see you later.” Dipper waved and turned to leave.

“Tell Wendy I said hi.” He heard Soos hollar just as he shut the door.

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Dipper stood at the dark oak door. A singular antler, no doubt shot by her father, was used as the door knocker and he gave it three swift knocks. He pressed his ear to the door and noticed that there wasn’t much noise, which was a rarity in the Corduroy household. Usually the commotion of her brothers and axes swinging could be heard down the street but instead a peaceful silence was there.

He stood for a few more seconds and turned. “Must not be home.” he said to himself with a tinge of sadness. As he began to turn away, the lock started to rustle and next thing he knew, the door was open.

He looked up, expecting to see Wendy or even her father but his eyes trailed down to someone else. A woman just slightly shorter than he, his growth spirit came just as sophomore year did, looked up at him with bright green eyes and a bright white smile. A faintly lit cigar that was the largest he had ever seen in his life, hung out of the side of her mouth.

“Uh, Hi?” Dipper said nervously but he was met with a small chuckle.

“I assume you’re looking for Wendy?” The woman said and he nodded. “Well she should be back soon but you are more than welcome to wait for her.”

Dipper looked around nervously and she caught on to his hesitation.

“Oh where are my manners! I’m Wendy’s mother.” She stuck out her hand. “Connie Corduroy.” She turned her head and blew out a puff of smoke.

“Oh. Nice to meet you Mrs. Corduroy!”

“Please darling, call me Connie.” She gave him a wink and turned. He noticed that she sounded different from the rest of her family. He then remembered how Wendy mentioned that her mom was born in Canada and spoke some French.

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and felt much more relaxed. She led him inside and he took this time to study her. The codorys were known for their big muscles, bigger tempers and fire red hair that you could see from a mile away. But looking at her, she was the exact opposite.

Long blonde hair laid perfectly underneath a forest green beret and Dipper didn’t think it was possible to see a dress in this household. She was also petite and much smaller than Wendy. The fact that she was the complete opposite of her daughter looks wise wasn’t what caught him off guard, but the fact that she had rarely been mentioned.

Wendy wasn’t one to always open up about her family and at one point Dipper thought that her mom might have passed but luckily she hadn’t. He never heard a lot of stories of her. All he knew was that she liked to set things on fire.

“Care for a drink?” Connie asked as she brought him to the kitchen. Quickly she took her cigar and snuffed it in an ashtray before taking a fresh one and lighting a match. “Some water maybe?”

Dipper nodded politely before taking a seat on the couch and looked around. He was surprised to see all the photos lining the wall. Most of them were family photos where all the kids were forced into matching sweaters or fancy clothes. It was a little odd to see Wendy in a frilly dress and her brothers looking perfectly calm in the photos. But even knowing how much she probably hated that frock, she looked happy.

“So, Dipper. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Wendy was so excited when she heard you were coming back to the falls.” She smiled as she handed him a glass of water and stuck a cigar in his mouth, silencing him for a second.

The taste of tobacco filled his mouth as a spark came to life at the end. He had never been a smoker but Connie sure was determined to make him one. He grabbed the glass and popped the cigar out of his mouth and held it in his hand, unsure of what to do with it. “It's one of the few things I look forward to every year. I might like it better than Mabel loves Halloween.” He said as the water washed away the sour taste lingering in his mouth.

Connie let out a laugh. “That must be your sister. Wendy said something about her fighting a unicorn and liking glitter.”

“That's the one.” Dipper said with a chuckle. “So Connie, what do you do for a living?”

Connie smiled and picked up a picture of her standing in front of an explosion. “You’re looking at a professional demolitioner! Basically I get paid to blow up abandoned buildings, cars and heck! Even bad guys!” She gave him a wink.

“That's so cool!” Dipper gushed and he opened his journal and started to jot things down.

“What are you doing?” She asked as she came over to look. Her eyes widened in admiration as he jotted more things down and even drew a quick sketch of her that was, surprisingly, accurate.

“Oh, uh sorry. I like to document many things and I started doing a journal about the people in Gravity Falls and it just happens that I have been saving this page for you. And now that I know you blow things up for a living, it makes a lot of sense of why Wendy likes to do that stuff too.” Dipper said.

Connie smiled and looked at a picture of Wendy on the wall. “She’s always taken after me. Unfortunately due to my work, I have to travel a lot. I get to see the most amazing sights but I miss being at home with my wild family.” She frowned slightly. “On the other side, I get to tell the greatest stories too. I once blew up part of Mount Rushmore for the heck of it. There used to be two more giant heads until I got to it.” She winked.

“No way.” Dipper flipped to a new page and began to write as she kept going on about her adventures.

“Then there was that time in the rainforest where I saved an endangered group of rattlesnakes from a group of hunters.”

Dipper looked up from his journal. “Did you blow them up?”

“No of course not! But I did knock them out a bit.” She laughed as she held up her arms and flexed her muscles. “Yep even in a dress, I can kick some butt.”

“I don’t doubt that. I see a lot of you in Wendy and I’m happy that I got a chance to meet you.” Dipper smiled brightly.

“Well I’ll be going on a small business trip next week, real short stuff but should be back before summer ends. Maybe I’ll have more stories to tell you kids. Wendy always makes me go into extreme detail.” She laughed.

Suddenly Dipper’s phone chimed and he checked his new message. “Oh Wendy said she would meet me at the lake. Thank you for telling me all this, it was really nice meeting you.” He said as he got off the couch.

“Ya know Dipper. Not only do I blow things up, but I can travel by them too.” Connie said as she walked towards the back door and ushered him to follow.

He held his journal to his chest as he looked at the monster before him. “Y-you’re kidding right?” He shuttered.

Connie barked out a laugh before slapping him gently on his shoulder and walking up to the massive canon. “I do love a good joke but this is far from it. This will get you to the lake in a flash.”

After a few minutes of debating if he wanted to risk his life flying through the sky and a contract being signed, Dipper was seated in the dark red canon wearing a helmet that was slightly too big and smelt like maple syrup.

“All set?” Connie called from below before taking her cigar from her mouth and lighting the fuze with it. Dipper didn’t even get a chance to say anything before his body was being propelled through the air.

He shut his eyes tight as he felt the wind run through his hair and he made sure to put his hat and book into his backpack. The second he opened his eyes, he heard a sound come from above and suddenly a giant parachute opened above and helped guide him to the ground. He saw Wendy waving at him and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as his feet came to the ground. Due to the momentum of the wind, he stumbled head first into a bush and let out a small yelp as Wendy rushed over to help him.

“Woah, Dipper! You okay?” She asked as she took his hand and pulled him up.

He let out a laugh as he unclipped the harness and plopped his hat back onto his head. “Yeah I’m alright. Never been shot out of a canon before so that's a first.”

“Shot out of a canon?” She asked.

Dipper smiled. “Yep. By your mom actually.”

It was Wendy’s turn to laugh. “That makes a lot of sense. I was planning on us going there after the lake but guess you beat me to it.”

“She's really nice. You’re a lot like her.”

Dipper had known Wendy for many years and rarely seen her ever blush or get flustered but he assumed that Wendy thought very highly of her mother due to the compliment.

“Thanks Dipper. I hope when I’m older I’m more like her.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you will be.” He said just as they walked to an ice cream stand.

“She said she was leaving today but I’m glad you got to meet her, she’s pretty cool.”

Dipper laughed. “I’ll say, she blows things up for a living.”

They ordered their ice cream and took a seat on the bench. Suddenly they looked to the sky to see something speeding in the air. Wendy squinted her eyes and a wide smile came to her face as a twinkle in the sky appeared.

“Looks like she left.” Wendy said. “She loves that canon.”

“Well I hated it.” Dipper chuckled.

“You’ll get used to it.” She bumped his shoulder playfully.

“I prefer to be on the ground thank you very much.” He stated.

Wendy barked out a laugh and they spent the rest of the day walking around the lake and listening to stories of Wendy’s amazing mom.

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I hope you liked it :)

#gravity falls #dipper pines #gravity falls fic #wendy corduroy #gravity falls oc #thewritingstar #thewritingstarcommission

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norristheundying · 4 years

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Get to know my OC - Hwan

1 – Favorite beverage? Alcoholic: not a fan of alcohol drinks. Are there even any underground?? From mushrooms??? Anyway, it’s probably something neutral like gin or vodka. If it’s import, then white wine. Non-alcoholic: none? He always drinks filtered water…

2 – Favorite flavor? He doesn’t like intense flavors, but something with a hint of sour flavor is a go.

3 – Favorite food? It’s that disgusting worm-extracted JELLO.

4 – Meal of the day? Snacks in the canteen. Because jello…

5 – Food / flavor they hate? SWEETS. Food is dull underground in general, and it is favored to salty than sweet. Plus it hurts the teeth.

6 – Spicy food? NO.

7 – Favorite animal? Ahuizotls. He used to own those otter-doggos with his previous lover, and would like to own one again in the future.

8 – Nightwear? Just underwear, maybe with a tank top. He’d rather wear less suffocating clothes after a stressful day. At home he’s plain naked.

9 – Position they sleep in? On his side, with one hand under the pillow holding an army knife.

10 – Morning or owl person? Night owl. He usually volunteers to take guard duty before sleep out of paranoia, and he often works in late.

11 – Heavy or light sleeper? Definitely light sleeper. He has to stay vigilant on the field, and had some pretty bad experiences in the past regarding his peers abusing him while he was unaware…

12 – On a rainy day? No rain underground, but if he’s stuck at home then he would actually read a history book (probably from an illegal source in Zuian) or a lawyer’s magazine.

13 – Favorite scent / smell? Bane’s hair…

14 – Pefume or cologne? He doesn’t wear any of that patchouli in the army. On a date he applies some decent brand of cologne.

15 – Baths or showers? Showers. Only bathes at Bane, when together.

16 – Cooking? It is expected from soldiers to learn how to prepare venison if they run out of rations on the field, but that’s an emergency situation, and it would be very bland (maybe salted). Baking he doesn’t know at all though.

17 – Favorite time of year? No seasons underground, but probably not spring because they have a lot of flooding after the snow melts, and that means more service work.

18 – Favorite holiday? None (: Most of the holidays are built on propaganda to worship beholders, or anti dragon / -touched which is a big yikes.

19 – Buying or receiving gifts? He likes to secretly gift the ones he love. Anonymously, because these gifts are usually costly or exchanged favors, and he doesn’t want any gratitude in return.

20 – Height? According to my notes, he’s 183 cm, so pretty tall. And massive in muscle weight. He has a presence that’s for sure, and the horns are just an addition. He prefers not to stick out, because being seen makes him a target for cops and black-heads / antis…

21 –Any instuments to play? Unfortunately he didn’t have the opportunity to learn.

22 – Singing voice? He has a very nice, deep bass voice. It’s rare, but he likes to sing to himself, or in a group where he feels welcomed.

23 – Soliloquy? When he doesn’t have to order around useless cadets, he’s very silent in general, and doesn’t speak much, not even to himself.

24 – Music? Not much free time for him to listen to music. But he would dig alternative rock / nu metal, or post rock if he feels emotional. (He also liked the type of punk music Piers’ band produced.)

25 – Friends? It has been very hard for him to make friends, mostly becasue of his heritage. People rather hurt him, so he closed himself in. He needs a friendly extrovert to lure him out of his shell, and once he opens up he is very kind and playful. Due to his rank though he has been distancing himself more and more.

26 – Surprise bday party! He would be very surprised and kind of timid. Only his lovers had ever remembered to give their best wishes, or close friends who would invite him for a drink.

27 – Favorite flower? There is none underground, but I think he would love a poppy meadow, under a sunset.

28 – Wearing jewelry? None, they are in the way.

29 – favorite jewel piece? On formal occasions he would wear a black ornamental pin to tie up his hair in a bun.

30 – Fashionable? He looks a piece of candy in tight leather clothes.

31 – Underwear? For practical matters he wears either elastic boxer briefs, or jock-straps. Simple trunks on off-days.

32 – Makeup? Nah.

33 – Nail polish? Nope.

34 – Haircut? His hair is an entierly different matter. It’s very messy and wavy, and because of his horns it is hard to comb it together. So either he lets it grow down, or shaves it off entirely. With short hair he would look like a sheep… Although a long time ago he had an undercut (which was more comfortable).

35 – Can they whistle? Absolutely! Great at herding the troops together, signaling, and even making a tune.

36 – Braiding hair? He knows how to do a simple loose braid, but nothing complex at all. He’d sooner show you fifty knot types.

37 – Scared of anything in nature? He’s rather more alert than scared, as a professional monster hunter. On the surface if he would ever hear a storm for the first time, it would bring out PTSD, and make him quite frightened.

38 – Death? Numerous times he had found himself at death’s door, so sadly it is not a foreign experience for him.

39 – Getting sick? He would take medications and pretend he’s fine until he passes out, or just brute forces it through the day. Never takes any sick leaves.

40 – Sight of blood? He is used to seeing blood daily, it doesn’t affect him.

41 – Paying the bills? Actually he has a pretty decent salary as Captain in the military.

42 – Satisfied with their occupation? By all means he is very proud of what he had accomplished on his field, but it is not his dream job. Before the Purge, he was actually studying to become a historian. After graduating in law, he had been also interested in becoming a legal practitioner. (In my humble opinion he would be also a great underwear model or porn star u_u)

43 – Are they creative? His work requires to be very strict about routines and trainings. From time to time he likes to change schedules and pratices. In a way he has a creative intelligence to him when operating on the field, and adapting to unexpected situations, solving problems.

44 – Drawing skill? Not really.

45 – Equipement? Usual military garb: uniform, armor and hovercylce on the field, weapons of all type, PDA, gas mask, inhaler, binoculars, energy bars, healing shot.

46 – Sweet tooth? NO.

47 – Gourmet? He has a strict protein-filled diet and doesn’t like to eat junk food. Except for jello.

48 – Can they swim? Yes, he is a good swimmer. Two centuries ago he was gold medal winner worthy in Pentathlon.

49 – Any scars? Many, all over his body, from various combats.

50 – Handwriting? It is surprisingly neat. He used to write a lot by hand as a historian student, and it stuck with him.

#ask meme #Hwan

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starfaring-princelotor · 5 years

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Summary: Celeste searches for her father.

★ Disclaimer: I do not ship Lotura and I respectfully ask that this story to not be tagged as Lotura. This is a Lotor x Reader/Self-Insert OC story which is in no way related to Allura at all. Please be respectful of my chosen pairing. ★

Warnings: Blood mention.

Part One___Part Two___Part Three

Extinction (Bad Ending)___ The Giving Tree___Moonlight Path___Up

Evolution (Good Ending)___Breaking the Ice___For My Family___ Priorities

“Come to me, child.”

The space caterpillar doll in her chubby arms acted like a barrier, a shield to protect her when scary monsters were around. And she was no fool. Celeste knew at the bare minimum that the squirmy feeling in her gut was something more than just an upset tummy. It was the same feeling she vaguely remembers when her mother ushered her tiny body behind her for safety.

Just as her nanny was doing now, standing between her smaller form and that...that lady.

She kind of smelled like Papa. Kinda looked like her, too, but she wasn’t purple. She had the same white hair. Though, that alone wasn’t enough for Celeste to automatically assume she was a safe person to be around. No, it was her eyes. She called herself “rightful family” a lot. But...Dayak was grandma. Dayak was family. That lady didn’t have soft eyes.

Not like Dayak. Not like Papa. But definitely like...trouble.

Celeste shied behind Dayak’s leg more, hiding herself barely out of view from the creepy lady’s gaze. The adults were talking too much. About...something she didn’t quite understand yet. But she trusted her nanny. It wasn’t until she heard the lady with the facial marks mention her Papa’s name did her little ears perk up in recognition.

“Papa?”

Sharp, yellow eyes snapped to Celeste.

“Where’s Papa?”

Dayak’s steely glare bore into Honerva with no mercy. Yes. Why don’t you tell us where Lotor is?

“Where’s my Papa? I want my Papa.”

They weren’t at home. Not on his ship. This place made her feel unwelcome. Strange. That’s why she wanted her father with her. He was always able to make her feel safe, regardless of where they explored. Yet, here? And seeing Honerva bend down to her knees with arms open in welcome? Celeste didn’t like it. Something inside her heart was warning her to stay away from that lady.

“Come to me, my child. I am your family.”

Celeste denied her without a second thought. She completely hid herself out of sight with a pouty huff, not at all dissimilar to a child who was being admonished. She wanted Papa! Not her! Where was he? She missed him! She wants to eat candy with him! She wants to go nap-nap with him! They were supposed to go see the mermaids! He said so, so why wasn’t he here?

Honerva’s stoic expression turned sour as she was, once again, rejected by the only family she knows. The only family she swears, on her life, that she loves.

“Take her away.”

Now, Dayak was gone, too. She said she was going to get them food and that Celeste should “stay hidden and do not come out.” But that felt like so many days ago. She didn’t come back and it was frustrating the little child to the max. There was a wee pout on her lips every time some stranger came in the room and left a hot meal on the table. She didn’t just want food. She wanted to be fed, for Papa to feed her.

That lady came in a couple times, too. She would just sit on the bed and look directly at Celeste’s hiding spot behind the bookshelf. Not once did she let go of her stuffed dolly. In fact, whenever that “family” lady came in, her arms only squeezed tighter around the aged toy. A few times, that adult would tell her to come out. Or say “come to me” again and again. Sometimes, she would say “please.”

But Celeste never budged. Not even when Honerva’s hand reached for her and she shrieked out the loudest “NO!” to frighten her off. But now? It was quiet. And dark. She didn’t mind the dark as long as her Papa was here with her. Those mornings she would wake up without him always made her cry in panic. She didn’t like being alone. No, not at all.

That’s why he gave her this doll. It glowed at the cheeks, just like Papa did at night when he would purr and snore in deep sleep.

She misses his hugs. Misses how he would tuck her in the middle of his bed or let her cuddle up on his broad chest. When was the last time she got to use his soft hair as a warm blankie in the night? Far too long. When was the last time she woke up to him looking down at her with all the love spoiling her tiny soul? Far. Too. Long.

So when that guy came in the room again to drop off food, Celeste decided she didn’t want anymore “last times.” She slipped through the crack in the door quickly using the stealth she playfully practiced with Papa. She was sneaky, as he said plenty of times with a proud smile on his lips. And she was small. “And oh so beautiful!” he would say with wet kisses smothering her face.

The soft sounds of her feet going pap pap pap down the empty hallway went unnoticed. She was an explorer and she was good at finding things. Celeste was going to find her Papa because this glowing doll was not going to be enough to soothe her stubborn tears. Biting into the toy, she held onto it while using her claws to scale up the wall then squirmed her way into a small vent.

If they weren’t going to bring her to her Papa, then so be it. He was here, she felt it in her heart, and she was more than dedicated to look for him on her own.

Dayak was going to be so upset she torn the scarf up again. It was gift Papa gave her for comfort, knowing that his scent would calm her down when he left for his duties. Now it was dirty and ripped, almost making her cry out of frustration, but it was all worth it when she peeked through the vent hole. There, face hanging down, on his knees, wounded, and shackled at the wrist by chains, was her father.

“Papa!” she exclaimed eagerly, her legs already wiggling in excitement, “Papa! Papa, Papa!”

And yet, he did not respond. Celeste huffed at being ignored, just about ready to pap his face for being so rude to her! She carefully climbed down the wall, but clumsily lost her grip and tumbled the last few feet. With an “oof!” and a whiny complaint, she quickly used her hands to push herself back up on her feet. She wobbled then, once she was sure she could start walking again with proper leverage, she quickly gathered her doll and trotted up to her father.

“Papa, up!”

No response. Why did he look dirty? Papa was never dirty. Did worms get on him? Maybe he wants her to clean him up? But...no, she wanted his attention. She deserved it, she was his little star! Where were her well-earned cheek kisses? Where were his smiles and deep voice telling her “I love you, little one”?

Did...did she do something bad? Is it because she disobeyed Dayak and was supposed to stay in the room? Is that why Papa wasn’t waking up? Oh, she didn’t like it when she got in trouble. Now, she was both sad and upset. And yet, still very much vying for his doting affection. Celeste’s bottom lip jutted out, her hand tangling on the tips of her father’s hair curtaining down his front. Then, she gave a tug. A small shake. Anything for a smidgen of attention.

Yet...nothing.

“...Papa, wake up!”

Now, she was a bit rougher. She kept slapping his chest with her tiny hands, ignoring the way there were some deeply scorched burns on his shoulder and stomach. Celeste was getting desperate. Usually by now, her father would be peeking at her with one eye open and pull her into a crushing hug. Usually by now, he would be tickling her with his “little fingies” with no mercy. Usually by now, he would at the very least...be breathing.

She wanted to selfishly be with her Papa again. She wanted to so bad, Celeste even started to throw a tantrum.

She stomped her foot on the ground, small hands now closed in a fist, then with all her might, she screeched another demand.

“UP! Papa, UP!”

Lotor heard something, he heard a faint, familiar voice deep within the corners of his trapped mind. How long has he been...here? He tried opening his eyes, but was only met with pure darkness. That voice...Celeste’s voice. She was calling him and his body, his soul, would always meet his daughter’s demands. It was rejuvenating hearing her, hear the way her pitch went up whenever she called him Papa.

It was breathing life back into him, but also breaking his hardened heart into unfixable pieces. She was crying. Sobbing with those quick sniffles reminding him exactly who he was. Remind him that he was a father, a dad, a protector, a papa, and those careful titles came with the heaviest responsibilities to his child. His daughter. Lotor accepted his role long ago, understood what came with it, and knows within his very being that, under no circumstances, can he never cease being her father.

Celeste deserves him. She deserves her Papa and nothing would pull him away from the role he readily, wholeheartedly, and lovingly accepted so long ago.

“PAPA!”

Lotor’s will was strong, even with the Rift creatures clawing at his very soul and trying to keep him on the brink of death. He was a father first before anything else. Everything he did, he did to ensure a safe and secure future for Celeste. These creatures mentally tearing apart his psyche? They were nothing in the face of his dedication to return to his family. His only family that mattered.

He felt...small hands and feet begin to climb up his body. The nerves underneath firing back to life, charging up everything that had been devastated by Voltron’s final attack. Lotor could feel his daughter’s sharp claws. He could smell that combined scent of himself and his deceased lover right in front of him. A scent that was special just for Celeste. And once he forced his eyes to open, the view of his daughter’s tear-streaked, pouty, distressed face greeted him in the dark and cold cell.

Those wide, doe eyes, wet and shimmering with tears. Her chubby cheeks that she has yet to outgrow. Hair and ears much too similar to his beloved soulmate. She found him, stars, Celeste found her way home.

No more tears, little star. Papa is here now. Papa will always be here.

Poor Celeste didn’t know how to handle all the mix of emotions overwhelming her body. She was upset, rightfully so. Scared. Sad. Alone. Anxious. Annoyed. She didn’t like these feelings, so she was utterly glad to finally let happiness wash over her the second Lotor’s soft eyes revealed themselves. They were...different. Glowy, now, with purple sparkles floating around them. Her hands opened up and slowly cupped his cheeks, making sure to keep him staring at her and only her.

Some say she was spoiled, but in reality, she was spoiling him.

Papa is sorry, Celeste. I am so, so sorry.

For leaving her suddenly. For making her cry out of fear. For giving that worthless excuse of a mother a chance to harm his only daughter.

No. No, Honerva will not dig her claws in Celeste. He told that treacherous woman that Celeste was not her granddaughter and she will never be her grandmother. That wretched being had no right to utter his child’s name. She had no right at all to even lay eyes on her. How dare she even bring her into this mess! He -

“Papa…”

His anger quelled with every second Celeste held his face in her palms. Lotor’s heated gaze hooded as he leaned into her caring touch, soaking in the unconditional love she offered him so freely. Free? No, it was not free. Celeste had one demand and only one since she found him in this yucky cell. And, with all the stars and moon in the universe as his witness, he would fulfill his daughter’s wish.

Lotor broke out of his restraints, his energy now renewed with vigor stronger than the blood of the Empire. Stronger than Altea, than Voltron, than any foe who tried to kill him. His strength came for Celeste, no one else, and when his arms screamed in pain, he ignored it for her sake. This hurt was nothing compared to the very idea of his only child living without both a mother and father.

He was not going to let that happen. The burns would heal. The joints will heal. These physical aches? Eventually, they will mean little in the future. Right now, Lotor wound his arms around his child’s smaller frame, keeping her close and cozy and safe. He pushed himself up to his feet, finally, finally giving the one thing she desperately needed in the midst of her confused tantrum.

Celeste, now appeased with the outcome of her hard work, snuggled her glowing face into the crook of his neck. Her tears smeared on his skin, reminding Lotor that he will always be a shoulder for her to cry on. Always. He made a lot of mistakes in his past, but if he were to rectify any of them, it would ultimately be for his daughter’s sake. And right now, he knew who he had to stop.

Lotor hardened his lethal, icy glare to the doll abandoned on the ground. With one hand, he dug his nails into the cushion to rip open a hole and pull out the illuminating dagger hidden inside. The quintessence thrumming through his body responded to the weapon and, with a blinding flash, it transformed into a threatening broadsword, ready to be drenched in warm blood.

Voltron could wait. He had broken family matters to attend to.

#lotor x reader #spacestories #happy fathers day

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upsettlspaghettl · 5 years

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Empire City Con 2019

I can say with confidence that this has been the best weekend of my life. People will be so quick to say that the Steven Universe fandom is one of the most toxic fandoms out there, but in all my years of going to conventions, this has been the most welcoming and friendly by far. Now, this could be because it’s a convention based on one singular fandom, as opposed to the mishmash of fandoms that gather at other conventions, but even Bronycon was nowhere near this level of welcoming. Then again, I only got the chance to go to 2 Bronycons so I don’t know if I can say much.

The flight to North Carolina was surprisingly not that bad. I’m very prone to getting lost, but I left 4 hours in advance and I didn’t even need those 4 hours. But this was my first time ever flying somewhere completely alone.

I got the chance to meet Deedee Magno Hall, who signed my Guide to the Crystal Gems. Now it’s my goal to get all the character pages signed. But it’s got all the fusions of season 1, so chances are I won’t ever get the chance to get Sugilite’s page signed. Oh well, a fan can dream, right? Just kind of a bummer because she happens to be my favorite fusion.

She also validated my OC ship with Yellow Pearl which was super cool of her. Deedee is a really sweet person. While waiting in line to meet her I made friends with a kid, and he was fanboying like crazy. Later on we met somebody else, and we all did karaoke together. Then they got to do a group Karaoke with Deedee, which I was unfortunately too nervous to join. She said she would try do one with me but we never got the chance, but either way I’m so grateful. She’s a really kind person and I hope I can meet her again!

My part in the karaoke was still really fun though. Me and my 2 friends were having a hard time figuring out what song to do, and since the instrumentals were live, the people playing only had a limited number of songs they could play. Eventually we agreed on Stronger than you. But the instrumental team couldn’t play that one, so one of my new friends asked everybody to sing along and be inclusive. I got to to do the Peridot rap onstage too! Only me and 1 other person in the audience did that though so it was really scary and I fumbled a lot... but I’m still so happy that I got to because it was just such a good time for everybody.

There was actually a garnet cosplayer who’s act was right before ours and they were still by the karaoke lineup, so one of my friends asked them to come join us. Toward the middle of our act, this same friend spotted a Jasper in the front row, dragged them up on stage, and we had an adorable fake fight scene. I had to hop off stage right before the song ended to hug somebody in the front row who was crying. I was relieved to hear that they were tears of joy. In the end, they invited my group to sit in the front row with them.

Right, and Garnet’s act! They actually sang the original SU opening in German which was super amazing. Toward the end, there was a Pearl cosplayer in her Mr. Greg tuxedo who sang It’s Over isn’t it with Deedee, and a Yellow Pearl cosplayer who did an amazing Yellow Pearl-y take on Do it for her. So yeah the variety of acts was fantastic and the whole thing was just so feel-good all around.

At the very end of the karaoke, after everyone had gotten a chance and we were all just hanging out in the karaoke room, I was given a Spinel promo pin by a Mystery Girl. Not literally a Mystery Girl cosplayer, but somebody who I thought was just... well, somebody. They mentioned having extras from the movie screening in CA, and were handing them out to Spinel cosplayers. Of course I was hopping up and down being super thankful to an awkward degree, like I normally do.

That night, I told my roommates what happened, and they told me just who that Mystery Girl was. None other than Mackenzie Atwood, creator of the Pearl’s Secret Rap Career series. My facial recognition is terrible, so I didn’t realize at the time. I was lucky enough to run into her again the next morning during breakfast in the hotel lobby, so I got to thank her personally in the end.

Speaking of Mystery Girls, there actually was a Mystery Girl cosplayer who was especially awesome. Not even ten minutes after arriving at the convention, I see 2 Spinels who welcome me into their Spinel group. A Mystery Girl cosplayer is with them, and they hand me a pair of shoe squeakers. They look like tiny clear whoopie cushions, and Mystery Girl was handing them out to all the Spinels. I don’t know about everybody else, but mine drew a lot of attention from other con-goers because I was super happy and energetic at this con so I ran everywhere I went. People were always laughing and it made me so happy that I was able to make people smile. I’ll definitely be using them again in my future Spinel cosplays.

One of the people I shared a hotel room with was a Spinel cosplayer on the first day, and they were carrying an amazing Spinel plushie that I remember seeing a photo of on Deviantart, and later showed up for sale on Etsy. It was super expensive and I remember wanting it, but I couldn’t be jealous because I know I was super lucky to even see the thing in real life!

On the second day, I met a sweet little girl who seemed to think I was the real Spinel. She drew me a picture of Baby Spinel, and I gave her my drawing of Baby Spinel which I’d made earlier that day in the quiet room. Later on, one of the convention organizers was holding a game session, and this kid crushed me in a round of Gem Gem Clod... which is Duck Duck Goose, but better. Note to self: playing games that involve running when wearing pink high heeled boots probably isn’t gonna go well!

After some games, we made some meep morps. Somebody started a trend of drawing Lion on the little canvases we were given, but my Lion wasn’t coming out quite right, so after I finished drawing his head I just. put it on one single leg. You’ve heard of Leg Pearl, now get ready for Leg Lion. I was super happy about that too because I made everybody laugh.

Once we ran out of canvases, the organizer offered to take polaroids of some of us, so now me and this adorable little kid had matching photos, which we put in tiny pink frames and put a Spinel gem on each.

oh also! the game organizer had a tattoo on their leg of a bunch of anime characters, mainly the cute “squad mascot” archetype. There was Hawk, Happy, a few other characters, and Keroro! I totally freaked out over Keroro because it’s a relatively obscure series, and it was the first show that really got me into anime! I’ve always loved things like Pokemon and Naruto, but Keroro Gunso was my gateway to the anime community as a whole.

At around noon, I spent a little more time in the room where the games were held, which had some board games of its own, books, and art supplies and overall functioned as just a room to hang out in. There I met a Pink Diamond cosplayer in a pink schoolgirl uniform and an Uravity hat (really cute outfit!), and a goth Spinel cosplayer. The Pink Diamond cosplayer was a great artist and drew a really cute magical girl Steven. These 2 people also taught me what a vsco girl was when they were joking about the fact that Pink Diamond would totally be one. I was super confused but it was really funny after they explained it.

There was a cosplay fashion show much later in the day and I made friends with a Ruby and Sapphire while sitting in line. They were a couple irl and went on stage together and they were adorable! They were also both Hazbin Hotel and Harry Potter fans, so we had a lot to talk about. We kept talking while we waited in line for the Sadie Killer and the Suspects concert too, and a few other people joined us. I’d only just met these people but I really felt surrounded by friends.

Earlier in the day, while I was waiting in line to meet Kinetic Cosplay, I ran into an amazing Sour Cream and Buck Dewey. I got their photo, only to later see them on stage as a part of the real life Sadie Killer and the Suspects. Jenny Pizza was also on stage, but I didn’t see her before that.

While the convention was great, something also happened that scared the hell out of me. At NYCC just last month, I bought some very tiny stickers, one of which was Froppy from BHNA. When I got home and unpacked, it was gone. I thought maybe it fell into the fabric of my backpack, and if it did, there was really no way to retrieve it unless it decided to fall out again. However at the convention... I was at the registration table, decorating my con badge. I pick up my phone, and suddenly the Froppy sticker falls out of nowhere. It looked like it came from the phone, but I can’t imagine where it would have fit and gotten stuck. It kinda just fell out of the void. Either way I’m glad to have it back.

Lets see... I also got some pictures of the real life Mr. Universe van... and later on I ran into the owner of the van in full Mr. Universe gear.

The Garnet cosplayer was Cotton Candy garnet on the second day and I still can’t get over how sweet and nice they were.

There were some family cosplays. On the first day I saw a Yellowtail carrying a baby doll dressed as Onion, and then on the second day the same person was with a Vidalia cosplayer, and an actual child dressed as Onion.

There were also a pair of parents dressed as Connie’s mom and dad, and their kid dressed as Connie.

On the first day there was a Mr. Smiley which was super cool and unexpected, and then on the second day they were Bismuth. There were actually 3 Bismuths in total at the con which was surprising because that wig looks super difficult to make. Anyone who can pull that off is amazing!

The last day only went on until about noon, but my flight didn’t leave until the next day. I didn’t book my hotel room for that night because I wanted extra time in case I got lost on the way to the airport. Turned out there were free shuttles. I ended up in the same shuttle as that Pink Diamond cosplayer and her dad, and she showed me this adorable RPG game app called Wholesome Cats. We took some snapchats together and now I know what I’d look like as a boy...

Since there was a shuttle to the airport, that meant I was super early for my flight. Super early as in, almost 12 hours early. After going through security, I was planning to just sleep at the gate, but my gate number wasn’t on the screen. So I asked an airport employee, and he told me that I wasn’t even supposed to be let through security until the next day, which was when my gate number was supposed to show up... whoops. It wasn’t so bad though, either way I’d just be hanging out at the airport for the night. I decided not to sleep though, just in case. It felt weird late at night, when the airport was more or less completely empty. It was so nice and quiet, and the Starbucks was still open so I had a super yummy dinner of pumpkin bread and cheese danishes.

I think that’s about it? If you wanna see pictures, I’ll be posting them all to a public album on Gnomie Leviton on Facebook, and I’ll also select a special few to post on QueenGnomie on Instagram.

If you add me on FB please tell me your url! I only add people who I've talked to before.

In conclusion!

This was by far my favorite convention I’ve ever been to, because you could literally just go up to someone, start talking, and you’d immediately have an awesome new friend. I’ve never been to a con before where every single person was so approachable. It really felt like everybody there was one big family. I already have a potential roommate for next year, so I really hope to get back on my feet soon so I can go!

#i dont wanna play anymore (MUN POSTS)#long post #hazbin hotel tw #harry potter tw #bhna tw

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banana-sweets · 10 months

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Finishes the outfit swap🤙 oc by @kamigui

#my art #welcome home #welcome home oc #welcome home puppet show #welcome home oc: candy sour #welcome home oc: candy #Rubee Buttercup #im glad you got un shadowban!#i hope it doesn’t happen again😭

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hogsteeth-archive · 6 years

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alright then i answered one of them oc questions things for both versions of ira bc like. why wouldnt i. first answer is 1976 58y/o rhodesian ira, second answer is 201x 16y/o houstonian ira. i just wanted to figure out how different they really are. questions from here. if readmores still dont work on mobile im sorry lmao

what are some things they have strong opinions about?

he has sort of a cioranian attitude to the value of life, like, hes one of them “theres always reason to kill a man, theres no way to justify his living” types. he doesnt believe in nationalism per se but he does believe in war, hes literally a mercenary, and hed probably get along just fine with someone like mike hoare, but hes not one for unnecessary cruelty. hes kind to who he considers innocent. if he was alive today i can see him getting grouped w/ like, anti-natalists, right-wing “primitivists,” people who browse /fo/, people who think theyll thrive in the post-apocalypse even though they cant even spin yarn, people who dont understand fallout, you know, those types, but i like to think his attitude wrt civ is closer to perlmans or, well, mine. its a good thing he doesnt live in internet times. he thinks technology makes people complacent and weak and hes fallen into the trap of the “noble savage” myth; sign of the times. he could just as easily live off the grid in like, alberta, but he chose to stay in southern africa bc of his colonial attitudes & fetishization of the “less developed.” (sidenote, if youre like, new here n reading this for some reason, yea i write like really really bad characters were talking irredeemably evil here, just like, know that im aware of that.) also he detests hippies for both bad and good reasons ⸻ not much, really, hes an opportunist, a hedonist, hes selfish, goes w/ the flow. he thinks denying yourself pleasure for no reason is microfascism — not in those words — and while he doesnt think that selfishness leads to a bettering of overall society, hes no randian, he feels justified in what he does. hes uh, a mercenary in spirit and ive always intended to have him join the marines n later work for a pmc but were nowhere near there yet

what traits do they like in other people? what traits do they not like?

he likes people (men, that is) that are exactly like him. he likes Narrator bc hes just as quiet, as patient, as stubborn, as antisocial (using that the right way here, i like, know about psychology), as violent, as old-timey-ly masculine as he is. he can tolerate clade (his former accountant) bc she keeps to herself and shes loyal to a fault, but he doesnt go out of his way to like, actually talk to her. he likes will bc he reminds him of what he was like as a child living with his matabele mother. ⸻ he hates everything he perceives as weakness, but hes not all that open about that, i think hes not even 100% aware thats what it is. he needs to be talked back to. he lacks compassion, doesnt know how to deal w/ anyone whos less resilient and abrasive than himself.

do they have a significant other? if so, who?

i mean, theres Narrator — thats kinda what this whole thing is about. but theyll never think of each other that way. its complicated. theyre uh… closer to being marlow and kurtz than to being boyfriends. idk how to explain it. its bad. ⸻ hes fake-dating millah for appearances and secretly seeing jack, im not sure about the details either so im not getting into that, but hes eventually gonna meet will; ive written their first encounter like ten different ways and i still dont really know what i wanna do w/ them........ also Complicated

whats their friend group like? what role do they play (leader, mom friend, etc.)?

he lives in a hut he built w/ his bare hands on the edge of the kalahari. his friends are one horse and one vaalboskat. ⸻ he uses his friends but they use him too. hes reasonably popular bc hes athletic n wealthy, but i think the only one of his friends who really truly sees thru his act is millah, and bc he doesnt take her seriously as a threat, she has more control over him than he realizes.

do they care about their physical appearance? whats their routine like?

nah ⸻ not really. he showers too often and his hairs kinda dry but other than that hes like. Normal. idk i dont care about these things

do they have any physical or mental disabilities?

i dont think so ⸻ he has adhd

what would they die for? kill for?

oh hes not picky. he joined the military at 17, hes made peace w/ the prospect of dying. hes been more uncomfortable w/ the thought of growing old, actually. and again, hes literally a mercenary. not a big deal to him. ⸻ i dont think hes selfless enough to die for anyone. hed kill to protect the people he cares about, but thats more just bc hes possessive. im sure thats gonna come up eventually. i cant really write shit w/o weaving murder in somewhere.

do they have any magical powers or abilities? if its a realistic world, what religion do they follow?

absolutely the fuck not i hate magic. hes not religious, actually feels a little intimidated by religion. in one version of his story he spends his 50s on east nusa tenggara where he doesnt live far from a church, and he makes peace w/ the concept of god thanks to the influence of catholic-raised Narrator, but i doubt hell ever actually step foot into a church, or temple, or mosque, or what-have-you. hes internalized some things during his upbringing though that he doesnt classify as religious. little superstitions. he likes to keep objects that may be used for divination around his house, but he never touches them. ⸻ not religious, but if he had to pick, like to pretend, hed say baptist.

do they celebrate any holidays? how do they celebrate?

nah ⸻ like, the regular american ones. hell welcome any excuse to drink and to socialize, and id say his favorite holiday is the 4th of july, really just bc he likes warm weather and theres not a lot else you can celebrate in the middle of summer. hes not attached to the significance of any holidays. hes not crazy about christmas but he likes his family well enough and hell go along w/ it all, just to have sth to do. hes not good w/ time off.

if they were the protagonist in any book series, what series would they choose? alternatively: what would be their favorite book?

he doesnt really read but hed feel right at home inside heart of darkness or maybe the thin red line. or maybe sth by mccarthy ⸻ hes 16 he hasnt read jack shit. i wanna say deleuze would probably resonate w/ him bc hes a total self-insert but i really dont know. i try to keep the intertextuality way low bc i hate that shit in most fiction, so like, i try not to think too much about other books here

do they have any vices?

uh he drinks and he occasionally smokes opium but compared to most of my characters hes pretty okay wrt that ⸻ yea like… all of them. already said hes a hedonist make of that what u will

do they play any instruments?

nope ⸻ violin but he hasnt been practicing a lot lately

what would their favorite ride at an amusement park be?

hes never been to one ⸻ i feel like hed be into sth really lame… like you know that video by jenny nicholson, top ten lame things to do at disney world? sth like that. like hed go just to get a specific food item or to admire the infrastructure

what animal would they say best represents them?

hyena 100%. the spotted kind. id say tortoise also but hed find that insulting ⸻ id say hyena but hed be reluctant to answer that bc hes a Youth and he knows what a furry is

how do they act when theyre drunk?

vulnerable. little more talkative. he talks to himself (or the cat, rather) sometimes ⸻ more abrasive/tactless/impulsive. he talks w/ his whole body and feels like moving/running bc, again, self-insert

which era of history would they most like to live in?

the old west, like early to mid-19th century, maybe late 18th. that or like the really olden days, like mid-paleolithic ⸻ idk maybe like ten or twenty years earlier. i think he fits the 21st century pretty well. hes a curious person though and if he had a time machine hed go Everywhere at least once

whats their favorite food?

ah thats. complicated actually i have a whole list of foods that remind me of Narrator but ive never gotten around to making one for ira. hm. he likes poultry, like ostrich. white fish. dry/salty foods. sour fruit. breadfruit. fatty dark meats, blood sausage. hes not picky though, hell live on pap and water if he has to. ⸻ i genuinely dont know. im not used to the contemporary western setting yet like… pop tarts exist in the same world as he does and im not comfortable w/ that yet. like, branded food articles wrapped in plastic. thats so weird to me. i guess he likes (american) pizza w/ greens on it, like spinach? and seafood. sour candies, maybe, i dont think he has much of a sweet tooth. he puts salt n butter on potatoes and cottage cheese on pancakes.

what songs remind you of them?

conveniently theres a whole playlist rite here

whats their favorite season and why?

dry season. he doesnt like cloudy/foggy weather bc it makes him feel trapped when he cant see as far. ⸻ summer. i honest to god think people liking cold weather is a conspiracy like im not sure thats even biologically possible. like summer is the obvious answer here

which d&d class would they play as?

nah we dont do nerd shit round these parts

whats their favorite expletive?

he like, barely talks ⸻ nothin weird thats for sure, we campaign for simple straight-forward language in this house. having a Favorite is inherently at odds w/ that. bad question

whats their favorite candle scent?

no scented candles in the desert ⸻ sth fruity but not sweet, like mixed berries, sth red or purple

how do they feel about death?

he doesnt ⸻ hed feel cheated by life if he died young. he has a lot to see and do and itd like, bum him out not to get to do that but hes not afraid of death

do they collect anything? whats their most prized possession?

he lives pretty austerely but he does keep little rocks and gems and bones and pieces of wood n such. also coins from all the countries hes been to bc hes a simple old man. i wanna say his most prized possession is his hogs tooth bc he does value the marines a lot still. its where he first met Narrator :-) ⸻ he really appreciates gifts people give him, things that remind him of people. jack carved him an eagle once

do they play any sports?

no ⸻ nothing too organized. i dont think hes on any school teams bc idk if he has the time but that might change. he does run/hunt/fish/shoot

what one place do they really want to visit and why?

he likes deserts, wide open spaces. hes been to the kalahari n namib but not the gobi/sahara/simpson etc, so, those. no ice deserts though those scare him ⸻ polynesia/southeast asia, just tropical places in general. bc theyre nice what do you want me to tell you. tropics good

what languages do they speak?

northern ndebele, afrikaans, english (w/ various influences), some vietnamese ⸻ english, some cajun french, some spanish

what are some items they always carry? what weapon do they favor using if they exist in a world where weapons are necessary?

hes got his fal obviously and he does always carry a knife, just to be safe. more out of habit than actual necessity (not to imply rural areas were safe in the late 70s, but he lives in the literal wilderness, hes not much of a target. stays away from roads and all that.) ⸻ man hes really not as classy as i want him to be :/ he probably has like, a glock 17 w/ ten thousand pointless modifications n some uglyass stipling pattern. hes a little bit paranoid + irresponsible n carries all kinds of shit he doesnt need, mostly way too much cash

which emoji would they use the most?

no ⸻ he doesnt have a phone, hell maybe use a burner if he has to. this is an anti-phone household

what fantasy race would they be? if they already are one, pick a different one.

absolutely not

do they want to start a family? if they already have one, describe it.

no ⸻ no

what stereotypical high school clique would they fit into?

hed swing between the jrotc kids n the stoners honestly, but still mostly keep to himself ⸻ hes like, too much of a jock for the Delinquents, too much of a Delinquent for the jocks. hes really only popular bc hes rich-ish n blessed w/ good looks, and by association w/ millah

whats one thing that they dont need do they waste the most money on?

he doesnt ⸻ everything. hes really wasteful. he buys more food than he can eat, clothes he never wears, etc etc, hes terrible

what kind of shoes do they wear?

combat boots or just traditional sandals. the terrain around his house is mostly grass and flat boulders so he goes barefoot a lot ⸻ regular tennis shoes, nothin too fashionable bc he cant be bothered to keep up w/ trends, but usually clean n new. hiking boots when hes not w/ his regular friend group

do they believe in ghosts, aliens, and the occult in general?

really dont like how aliens are always grouped in w/ esoteric shit bc like, thats like asking if you believe in atoms honestly. no shit “aliens” exist thats like not up for debate. both iræ would agree w/ me here. 70s ira doesnt believe in like, Ghosts per se, but he has some vague concept of spirits that he got from his mother. he sees/feels them when hes half asleep. ⸻ 2010s ira doesnt believe in jack shit

which deadly sin do they most correspond to? which heavenly virtue?

nooo cardinal sins dont work that way theyre not hogwarts houses. its so much more complicated than that thats impossible

if you had to choose one tarot card to represent them, what would it be?

hmmm four of swords? knight of coins? eight of cups? this is hard ⸻ seven of swords? nine of cups? the devil? i dont know

what do they consider to be their best quality? what actually is their best quality?

his strength, which is really just his callousness and lack of convictions. and uh. i guess his independence ⸻ same here for the first part. and. maybe his loyalty? i dont consider loyalty a good thing personally idk

what do they consider to be their worst quality? what actually is their worst quality?

his lack of social skills maybe? he doesnt need them too often of course but like, the first time Narrator showed up at his doorstep he was genuinely nervous and that did fill him w/ some semblance of shame and in his eyes he should be good at everything, so like. that. really its his lack of conviction and his timidness/avoidance of the world ⸻ his dependence on others/lack of discipline. really its his lack of compassion, like, obviously

#ira #ricky pwease come online

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