[headcanonsfromanelfblossom]

warm-up #30

one’s blind and falls in love with the other’s voice AU

prompted by @soquedhozi ♥

It’s never hard to distinguish which of her girlfriends is around. 

Her favourite spot in the house is her kitchen, outfitted with Braille labels on all her ingredients, touch guides on her countertops, and timers and tools that help her to cook and bake whatever it is she wants. Her service dog Lemon is a big help as well.

She’s rolling out pie dough when Cherry gets home from her shift at the lab. The door is opened slowly and deliberately, a soft ‘I’m home, dear’ called out into the hallways. Cherry’s voice is measured and even, but with a soft, almost musical lilt Jamie has always loved. 

Sometimes she’ll ask Cherry to read out her recipes, just to listen to her.

“Hi babe,” Jamie calls, putting more effort into rolling out her pie dough. “How was your day?”

“It went very well,” Cherry replies, her voice louder now that she is in the kitchen. Jamie feels a soft hand on her hip and pauses, tilting her head down so Cherry can kiss her cheek. “Did you have a good day?”

“It was like, okay,” Jamie laughs, resuming her work. “Nothing to write home about.”

The door swings open moments later, the clatter of keys on a lanyard jangling, and Lucy’s voice carries through the hallways to the kitchen.

“Lucks, listen, we’ll be there, promise. All three of us,” she says boisterously, and Jamie sighs with a smile.

Lucy’s voice is warm and bright, like an autumn campfire full of life. She has a way of commanding attention with that warm voice, of making one feel like they’re the only person in the world. Jamie loves when Lucy speaks, with a light, smoky rasp. She always feels at home with her.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re driving up on Friday. Yep, uh-huh, see ya. Love ya,” Lucy adds, hanging up the phone with a tap of a finger against glass. “Jam, Cherry, I have had such a day. Take-out?”

Jamie smiles, leaning on the countertop as she listens to her girlfriends decide on where to order in from. Lucy’s smoky voice defends the new Indian place, while Cherry’s soft, firm tone selects a tried-and-true restaurant. Jamie can’t help but smile as she goes back to rolling out her pie dough, feeling Lemon lean against her leg.

 She loves these girls with all her heart.

[spocksjuul]

do u guys think the universal translator sometimes has to add context for words that aren’t directly translatable. Like a human calls a vulcan a nerd and it comes out as smart (derogatory)

[soquedhozi]

“...What about Miranda?” Lucas says one afternoon when Rylee is curled up against his side, a crocheted blanket bunched up around her which he has long since given up on getting over his legs too. 

“Why?”

“It’s just a nice name.”

She turns to look at him. “You’re being defensive.”

“I’m not!”

“So where did you hear it.”

“It’s nothing weird, okay? I just thought it was a nice name.”

“I’m not naming our kid something that turns out to be weird.”

“Fuck’s sake, Rolls,” he groans and covers his eyes with one hand. “I’m not saying we should call her fucking Leia or some shit, I’m not Isaac. Miranda’s a normal name.”

“All your other suggestions came from something.”

His sigh is long and slow and the kind he makes when he’s caving. “I mean... yeah, I know a character from a game that’s called that but I literally just think it’s nice. I’d never be like, yeah, my kid’s named after a game.”

“Knew it.” Rylee pushes her shoulder into his ribs. Makes him take it while she curls up with her head on his chest to face him, knees drawn up and leaning against the back of the couch. “Tell me.”

And he does. His heart beats slow and steady under her cheek while he pulls fingers through her hair and says “so you remember some parts about Mass Effect, yeah? How your character dies and comes back? Miranda’s the person who makes the coming back-part happen. And she’s a pretty huge jerk at first but then you find out her dad kind of cloned her from his own genetics to create a person, and he was the worst to her... and she’s got this sister that’s the only person she really cares about. So you learn that she’s super smart and tough and everything, and never like... gets valued as a whole person, I guess, until she meets you and you save her sister together. And then you become friends and she’s just, like, kickass and cares a lot.”

His face looks soft, the hint of a smile hiding in the corner of his mouth. It’s impossible not to pull him closer for a kiss when he’s like this.

“You’re the biggest nerd I know,” Rylee mumbles. “Miranda’s a nice name.”

[soquedhozi]

The good of the nation

It’s just a throwaway comment at first; frustration, disappointment, anger at a government failing their nation and a teenage girl so furious her hands are shaking. “At this point any shitbag could do a better job. I’d rather see a walrus in the White House. Fuck, I’d rather have Charles there than this kiwi peel.”

Rylee chuckles, her shoulders briefly shaking, while Lucas looks up with a frown. “Who’s Charles?”

“You, dickface.”

“Ah, come on! I’m here, like, every day, you gotta know my name by now!”

Bianca looks him in the eye, expression elaborately neutral. “Whatever, Sawyer. Your name isn’t the point. The point is that even your useless ass would do a better job of running this country and that’s saying a lot.”

While Lucas weakly attempts to object, Rylee catches her sister’s eye. “He’d try to stop wars by smiling at other leaders.”

“Hah, probably, yeah.” Bianca’s quiet for a moment as she looks out into empty space. “If he had a really good team behind him...”

-

Years pass and the subject is briefly mentioned by the next election, an almost-forgotten joke rattling around in Rylee’s head because she misses him and doesn’t want to admit it just yet.

Bianca laughs and says “you know, I almost started thinking about how to make it happen. Like, pushing the guy into activism and shit.”

“You’d never have gotten him to do anything.”

“I know, but it was a weird time.”

-

Lucas comes back as if nothing changed over the course of ten years. He’s been at the periphery, sure, but now he enmeshes himself into Rylee’s life and is always somewhere in the background when Bianca has time for a video call. It’s annoying, but Rylee is happy and they’re having a kid and in the end it’s her happiness her sister cares about.

-

Election day comes around again and Bianca is all jangling nerves and bitten-down nails. She’s in Fairplay because a city like New York isn’t the kind of place she wants to be if it goes badly.

“Y’know, I never got why you didn’t get hardcore into politics and ran for it,” Lucas says while staring intently at the oven. He’s intent not to burn the lasagna this time, has set two timers and placed himself on the stool Miranda uses to reach the sink.

“We’ve gotten far,” Bianca says from the table where she, in turn, is staring at her laptop. “but not far enough for Americans to vote in a disabled lesbian. I mean, as part of the staff, sure, but I’m not exactly—”

When Lucas looks up, wondering why she got so quiet, her gaze is laser-focused on him.

-

“What the fuck do I say?” Lucas whispers and stares out at the set of a morning TV show bathed in warm studio lighting.

“You’ve got Lucky in your ear and Bee wrote the script,” Vivi says. “You’re gonna be fine! Just go out there and smile like you wanna get America’s pants off.”

He gives her a dubious look.

“Non,” she tells him. “That’s going to make all the panties drier than the Sahara and that place is dry, trust me. Just, I dunno, think about Rylee naked.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s gonna make me do great on TV.”

“So pretend you haven’t put a baby in her yet and you need to seduce her. Whatever works.”

“Why are you my hype woman again?”

“Because I give flawless advice. And I tell you you could give Kenny a run in that suit.”

He grins at her, the tension in his shoulders giving way, and in his earpiece Lucky whispers “Bee says you have to shut up and get your game face on. Time to be a presidential candidate, Mr. Lu.”

-

The public, expectedly, eats Lucas’ words right up. He’s a man of the people, plays on his own compassion for others and wanting the best possible future for his daughter. Debates ruthlessly, offers the cameras striking smiles, charms interviewers and sings on late night TV.

And offstage, in the shadows, Jamie kisses the shell of Bianca’s ear. “Imagine if they knew his future Chief of Staff, like, pulled all the strings,” she whispers. “It’s a really good thing you’re not, like, in a cartoon ‘cause you would have made a great supervillain.”

Bianca grins. “All because of a joke twenty years ago. Hell of an origin story.”

[thoodleoo]

all these stories about how the modern day dionysian ritual is going out and murdering someone in the woods…the true modern day dionysian ritual is drunkenly going to taco bell at 3 am and i dare anyone to tell me otherwise

[thoodleoo]

like. ive never seen dionysus in the woods but i’ve DEFINITELY seen him at taco bell

[uncahier]

[seaymph]

“The fairies have always danced in the blood of the untamed,”

— Michael Rumaker, from “The Fairies are Dancing all over the World,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[soquedhozi]

work leaves me so exhausted i haven’t been able to keep up with inktober which is a shame since i’m mainly doing it for cherry’s birthday month

and today is her actual birthday! my darling daughter, light of my life ♥ 

[phazedarts]

[soquedhozi]

inktober 2020 | 7: sun

Ice particles cascade and glitter as Lucy comes to a stop by the shore. Her smile is wide and bright, cheeks flushed a warm shade of red as she readjusts her scarf. 

“You ready?” 

Cherry hesitates. “What if the ice breaks?”

“It won’t. ‘S not even creaking that much today. It’s thick, I promise.” 

Her hand is outstretched, and if the sun reflecting off the snow and ice is blindingly bright it is still nothing compared to how her face lights up when Cherry grabs a hold of her and takes a step onto the pond, skates gliding smoothly over the frozen water.

[soquedhozi]

inktober 2020 | 6: dance

Tradition says they should do something extravagant and showy. Something worth filming.

It’s better like this, though; a song that’s slow and yearning, a gentle sway, her cheeks flushing as he leans down to whisper in her ear during the crescendo.

[soquedhozi]

inktober 2020 | 5: aquarium

Isaac is rarely still, rarely quiet, his brain always going a mile a minute. His busy mind rests only in short bursts and when he comes to visit it is, at first, difficult to make it feel like a proper reunion. There is too much to say that gets lost over video calls and texts so they play catch-up long into the night, fall asleep exhausted.

It doesn’t help that the apartment is too small for three people, especially when two of them don’t get along. They all feel like they climb on one another after a day and so Cherry takes her friend out for the afternoon. 

They wander at first, aimless, talking and listening (and she, of course, does more of the latter) until they reach the harbour where the New England Aquarium rises tall and made of glass above the water. 

The light in Isaac’s eyes is all Cherry needs to take his hand, say “let me treat you. I have heard they have a touch tank with sharks.”

[soquedhozi]

inktober 2020 | 4: resentment

Winter’s power is fading and it makes her terrible. She takes a breath — during which Spring tries to placate her with delicate flowers that do not die under the blanket of snow, with the fuzzy white buds of sallow — and bears down harder on the southern hemisphere, beats Summer’s fairies back blow by blow.

In their settlements the humans cower and light fires. They pray for warmth, for Summer, for and end to Winter’s grasp and it makes the queen’s eyes go black with fury.

[soquedhozi]

inktober 2020 | 3: campfire

From up here on the summit one can see Colorado stretch towards the horizon, wide and flat with mountains piercing the plains like teeth. It’s beautiful, all that vastness. More beautiful viewed with crackling heat by your side.

Lucas throws another piece of wood on the fire, sending sparks into the night sky. Lucy makes s’mores (and eats none of them. Does anyone else notice?) while Lucky plays the jangly tune of some old song no one else knows.

Cherry smiles and it’s not as tight as it usually is, not hidden behind her hand.

[soquedhozi]

inktober 2020 | 2: devious

You lie to yourself to make it easier to swallow the messed up parts of him. Call him opinionated or headstrong when you try to dull the edges.

It makes it easier for you, yes. What about everyone else? 

[soquedhozi]

inktober 2020 | 1: brash

Cherry reads books like they are what provide her sustenance. She devours them, wears them under her skin, fills her head with them and extrapolates knowledge where she can. It delights her when a work of fiction sends her on a chase for knowledge — Russian history, cartography, biology. 

But reading has an edge, too. 

She cuts herself on girls that are like her but better, bolder. Girls that are demure in public but hide rebellions in their chests. Secretly burning, insults laced in their words. Girls that are like her but do not want to be.

Oh, she wishes she was brave and outgoing sometimes too, but it would be nice to read about someone who is content with her quiet. If she could, perhaps she would find it in herself to be so as well.

[firesidecottage]

[voidofall]

Are any of yall going to do this with me :)

Tagging my mutuals @thenorsiest @aw--heck @avionlcs @yellow-hornets