I have long wondered…what happens to the old thinking cloths when they’re full? No way they go in the bin. Is there a box in the basement full of old tablecloths?!
Hmm. Good question!
One of them is on display in the Anthony Lockwood Gallery at the Archives post-canon, IIRC...
The others...? Who knows!
The answer, I expect, needs to consider a few questions: how much do tablecloths cost in Lockwood's world (which also depends on how big the table is), how washable is the ink they use, and how attached are they to the old cloths? Also, how much storage space do they have, and do they *want* to keep them?
I would think that for most of them they probably bleach them clean and re-use them -- it doesn't quite make practical sense for them to be storing up tablecloth after tablecloth (especially as I get the impression the kitchen table is quite large). And aside from Lucy's jolt of 'oh they moved on without me' when she returns in TCS, there's never any real sentimentality attached to them when she talks about them, so there's not really any motivation to spend the money to buy new ones when bleach exists (especially in the early days when unpaid bills are stacked as tall as George!).
They may keep certain Thinking Cloths for sentimental reasons, but which ones...I have no idea.
12. What was your last dream about?
I don’t remember my last dream, just the latest story I’m telling myself as I go to sleep.
26. Have you ever been famous?
Um, the closest I’ve ever been to famous is when I was first writing fanfic a couple decades ago. I wrote Seiji/Touma for the YST/RW fandom (if you don’t know who/what that is, don’t worry about it), pretty much exclusively. I was talking with an online friend, and all of a sudden, she was like, “Did you write something called ‘Hoops of Steel’?”
Me: ...yeah?
Her: I was chatting with another friend and I mentioned I was talking to you, and she was like, “Do you mean THE Socks, the one who wrote ‘Hoops of Steel’?!”
Me: [to myself, not in the chat window] ... ... ...eeee I have a “the” in front of my name ^_^ I’m going to go die now.
And then I stopped writing fanfic until VLD showed up and ate my fucking brain.
81. Can you roll your Rs?
I can! I used to be really good at it, actually, but I’m out of practice. It used to be part of the Spanish alphabet (not sure if it still is; I know they took a couple letters out, including the LL, IIRC? Pretty sure RR went, too). But I first got my practice with it watching 1776, where the one really Scottish dude in the Maryland delegation rolls every R he comes across. “Those dispatches arre the most deeeeeeprrrrrrrrrrrrrrrressing accumulation of diasterr, doom, and despairr in the entirre annals of miltarry historry!” (Watches Hamilton years later: “Oh, so it was Hamilton who was writing the depressing dispatches!”)
82. How fast can you type?
Haven’t been tested in a bit, but last test was 80 wpm. ^_^ Home row typing, kids! My fastest time (on a single sentence, when I was young and my fingers were not wizened sausages) was 110 wpm.
i like doing little illustration stuff for stories i’m never gonna write so this one is about a water spirit woman bound (she cannot cross land becuz it isn’t her domain) raising a human boy she adopts from only the shores and it was basically like. she’s protecting him but it’s hard because she can’t go where he can...... just a backstory for this wip huhu
10. What are some facts readers may not know about [title]?
Maybe not a surprise, but Blue was upset the entire time Lance was gone. This was in a reality where the lion swap didn’t happen, and she just basically shut down. Allura even tried to see if she would let her pilot her, and it was a big nope. In order to talk to her, they had to go through Hunk and Yellow. And when they finally figured out how to go rescue Lance, that was all she wanted to do. She moved on her own, no pilot, to go rescue Lance, after letting Hunk and Pidge fit her with the buster for Haggar’s trap.
The paladins had no idea that Sam was in the same place as Lance. They’d been looking for him, of course, as a side project while everything else was going on. Haggar had him moved to Berav’iv as a sort of insurance policy, but she didn’t think he was important enough to try to use as bait. She always underestimated how much other people in the galaxy care about each other. If she had dangled Sam’s location in front of them, it would have had the same effect as capturing and torturing Lance, at least in that the entire paladin crew would have come immediately. They might not have been as wary about traps, either, so Haggar’s plan would have been more successful. Hubris was her downfall, as it should be for any egotistical villain.
I always pictured the entrance to the Berav’iv mountain base as being like the entrance to Cheyenne Mountain as seen in several episodes of Stargate SG-1. That’s always what I picture when a fictional story mentions a base hidden in a mountain. I’m a big fan of Lance and other paladins staging their own rescues in fics, but it was truly impossible in this case.
It’s mentioned briefly, but Lance was captured protecting Keith. Keith had gotten wounded in the leg during a battle and couldn’t move as quickly as he usually could, and Lance hung back to try to protect him as they were retreating. Lance ended up hiding Keith in an alcove and running off down another hallway to draw off pursuit, and he was caught and knocked out. Shiro found Keith and got him safely away a few minutes later. Keith was screaming and yelling the whole time, trying to break out Shiro’s grip on him, insisting that they had to go back, but it was already too late. Lance had been taken to another ship and whisked away. He took it really, really hard, and was almost inconsolable while Lance was gone. It was made worse by the fact that he couldn’t really help with the preparations to go rescue him, since that was Hunk and PIdge’s wheelhouse. A LOT of gladiator droids got broken in those few weeks.
If you're taking prompts... Can I ask for Hunk and a space chicken? 👀
i’ve been waiting my entire life for this prompt. thank you for enabling my Hunk + birds habit on top of my love for chickens ;_;
also timeline in this is all over the place so let’s call it canon divergent. ~2000 words, and i hope you like it <3
If there was one thing from Earth - beside his family - Hunk missed it was chicken eggs.
Sure, there were other foods and herbs and spices he couldn’t quite replicate with ingredients from alien plants - although he found capsaicin in the exoskeleton of a beetle-like insect thing and ground it to season curry for Shiro…not that he’d tell him that was the source - but he never found anything resembling a chicken egg.
The consistency would be all wrong, the yolk a strange color, too much cholesterol or too little protein, a shell even the Yellow Lion’s foot couldn’t crack (and Hunk really didn’t want to know what would hatch from an egg that tough)...
Hunk just wanted a quiznaking omelet.
“Are you sure these are edible?” Pidge held an oblong object that barely fit in the palm of her small hand up to the kitchen’s light. It seemed to reflect the lights overhead, with the darker spots of pigmentation absorbing.
Hunk carefully snatched it from her hand. It was soft and squishy, sort of like a water balloon, under his fingertips, and he guessed he’d have to puncture the...skin to get at the edible flesh.
And when he shone a light through it, a round core absorbed the rays, the flesh almost translucent.
Hunk set it beside the others in a large platter. “You and I have both scanned them,” he pointed out, “and they might be a little protein-rich for fruit, but they don’t contain anything toxic to humans.”
Pidge folded her arms on the counter and leaned towards the platter. “Seems a little...risky though,” she mused. “Remember that spotted fuzzy fruit you tried to fry like plantains?”
His shoulders sagged, renewed guilt making his heart sink, but he couldn’t help retorting, “It’s not my fault Lance ate half of them before I could warn him that too many would probably have side-effects.”
Pidge’s eyes narrowed. “He couldn’t walk further than five meters from a bathroom for almost a movement.”
“And I still feel bad about that!” he protested, his stomach twinging with a sympathetic nausea.
“Not as bad as he did,” she retorted. She prodded one of the water balloon fruits with a fingertip. “Where did you find these anyway?”
“Under a tree,” Hunk said. He rummaged through a drawer until his fingers closed around a small knife - something with a bit more point than a spork. “Kind of in a ring? And they definitely feel ripe.”
“Really?” When he turned to face Pidge, her eyebrow was raised. “Why do you think that alien fruit would follow the same rules as Earth fruit?”
“Because so far other rules have been pretty consistent.” Hunk clutched a balloon fruit in one hand and pressed the tip of the knife into its flexible skin, watching how it puckered under. Just a little more pressure... “I mean, it seems like photosynthesis is pretty universal, for one, and for another--”
He broke off when the knife’s point punctured the skin, a triumphant grin pushing at his lips when a viscous white fluid oozed out. He transferred the fruit to a pan on the stove and sliced open the rest of the skin.
The dark core was a deep yellow and definitely not hard enough to be a pit.
Hunk stared at the blob of clear white fluid with its soft yellow center. “Uh...quiznak.”
“Um, Hunk? Something’s happening with one of your so-called fruits.”
He spun around, the tension in Pidge’s voice making his heart race as he turned his attention to the remaining balloon fruit sitting in their platter.
One quivered in place, as if shaken by tremors that only affected it. Its skin rippled before something pointy poked it from the inside.
Hunk stumbled backwards away from the counter, raising the knife in his hands and wishing he had his bayard . “Oh God we’re in a horror movie!” he realized. “I knew it, I knew it, I knew--”
The fruit exploded.
Pidge gasped, arms raised to shield her face, while something wet hit Hunk’s forehead. His eyes pinched shut as a fluid trickled down towards them, and when he dared open them again his breath caught in his throat.
“I-I think I prefer this to Alien,” Pidge commented, eyes wide behind her glasses as she leaned over the platter and the tiny fuzzy chick cheeping in the center.
Pidge insisted on slipping the rest of the water balloon eggs underneath a lamp to incubate and see if they’d also “hatch”, but when the noisy baby that enjoyed pooping on Hunk’s palm proved the only survivor (or the only fertilized) of the clutch, he happily cooked the rest.
“Are those eggs I smell?” Lance wondered. He skipped across the kitchen from the doorway, a dreamy smile on his face as he loudly inhaled. “Poached?”
“In a manner of speaking,” Pidge said. She flashed a teasing smirk at Hunk.
He scowled and, rather than retorting, watched the eggs - that, now that he had the opportunity to cook and examine them, had an odd green sheen to their yolks - cooking in boiling water.
Lance peeked into the saucepan. “You have ham to go with those green eggs?”
“As soon as Hunk finds a green pig,” Pidge told him.
“Hey, Pidge, can you make yourself useful and check on Ramsay please?” Hunk cut in before she and Lance could get a little too into their teasing.
“Ramsay?” Lance raised an eyebrow. “You have an Egyptian pharaoh hiding in the pantry?”
“That’s Ramses,” Pidge corrected, although she obediently hopped off her stool and walked over to the bin in the corner with the lamp shining over it. “This is Ramsay.”
She scooped up the chick in all his fluffy, cheeping, magenta glory and wandered back towards them. The baby’s eyes slipped shut when she stroked its head, a soft smile on her face.
“Get him out of the kitchen before he poops on his siblings’ remains!” Hunk said, raising a spatula in alarm.
Pidge turned, shielding Ramsay from him and with her lower lip jutting out in a pout. “You’re the one who murdered them.”
“And we both agreed they were never alive!”
“Okay...” Lance glanced between the two of them. “This sounds like some weird science thing I don’t want to get in the middle of.”
“And how do you know Ramsay is male anyway?” Pidge wondered. She lifted the chick to eye level, squinting at his underside. “It’s a chick!”
“There are ways,” Hunk pointed out.
“I’m sure,” she said, rolling her eyes, “but do you know them?”
“Ooh, actually”--Lance raised his hand as he broke out into a broad grin--”if he’s anything like a baby chicken from Earth, I can sex him.”
“You can?” Pidge set Ramsay on her shoulder...just so she could cross her arms.
“Uh, sure?”
“He can milk a cow,” Hunk reminded her. “Why not say if a chick is going to be a rooster or a hen?”
“Huh.” Pidge passed Ramsay to Lance, who...
Well, Lance squealed like a little kid. “Aw, he’s so cute! Just like a chick from Earth!” He poked the tiny barely there tail and ran a finger down the chick’s back.
“So he’s a boy?” Hunk said.
“I didn’t even look yet!” Lance lifted the chick and... “Oh, Hunk, I think you gotta change his name to Rachel Ray or something.”
“Girl?”
“Yep.” Lance grinned and said, “But if it gets us more eggs...”
A gasp escaped him, excitement gripping. “Lance, you’re a genius!” Hunk clapped a hand on his shoulder.
“You can tell that’s a girl,” Pidge said, her eyes wide and incredulous, “but it surprised you when I said I’m one?”
Hunk laughed when Lance only scowled.
Ramsay - name unchanged, despite Lance’s suggestion - ate anything.
She was a hen after Hunk’s own heart.
“Not a very good critic, is she?” Lance commented.
“She’s growing fast,” Allura said. She smiled, cooing over the chick sitting in her lap while the mice looked on with what Hunk guessed must be jealousy.
(He’d have to watch them around Ramsay.)
Predictably, the smile twisted into a disgusted grimace when the chick dropped one on her dress.
“I suppose pets do have their...drawbacks,” Allura mused with a frown.
Hunk scooped her back up and smiled sheepishly. “I’ll keep her confined.”
“And away from Keith’s wolf?” Lance said with a nod at the door.
“Keith’s wolf teleports,” Pidge piped up. “If he wants to eat unripened chicken for breakfast, doors won’t stop him.”
Hunk’s stomach twisted unpleasantly. “I’ll...talk to Keith about that.”
Keith, however...
“You have time to raise a chick on top of being a Paladin?” Keith wondered.
Hunk raised an eyebrow. “I have time to cook for you guys, Lance has time to milk Kaltenecker, Pidge and he have time to play video games, you have time to train till you put too much strain on every muscle in your--”
“Fine, I get it,” Keith cut him off with a hand covering his face.
“Hey, I just wanted to let you know that Kosmo is not allowed anywhere near Ramsay,” Hunk said.
As if summoned by the sound of his name (which...well, he was something like a dog), Kosmo teleported into view in a burst of light. Hunk reflexively stepped away, cradling Ramsay between his hands, but when the cosmic wolf’s nose twitched in curiosity, he extended his arms.
He held his breath as Kosmo sniffed the obliviously cheeping chick. He stiffened when the wolf’s tongue flicked out.
Kosmo licked the chick’s downy feathered back.
“He likes her,” Keith said.
“Yeah b-but how?” Hunk said. “He’s about to give me a heart attack...”
Keith smiled but clicked his tongue. Kosmo spun around at attention, ears on end. “He won’t eat her if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Oh! Oh good.” The tension trickled out of Hunk’s shoulders, and as soon as Keith and Kosmo left he fell into a boneless relieved heap with Ramsay sitting on his stomach.
Ramsay grew to be the size of a chicken in only a few movements. But unlike a chicken from Earth, her down feathers gave way to scales.
“Well, birds on Earth descended from the dinosaurs,” Pidge said.
“She’s really ugly this way,” Lance said.
“Excuse you, she’s my child and she’s beautiful!” Hunk retorted, shooting a glare at him.
“But she looks like a chubby and flightless pterodactyl!” Lance gestured at where Ramsay foraged through the meadow alongside Kaltenecker.
The not-chicken - space chicken, they all, except for Allura and Coran, took to calling her - gathered scraps of grass into a heap, almost like...
“She’s building a nest,” Lance observed with a grin. “Aw, look who’s getting ready to lay eggs!”
“What, already?!” Hunk shot up with alarm, a sudden lump lodging in his throat. “I-I’m not ready to be a grandfather!”
“Relax!” Lance said, standing and patting him on the shoulder. “We’ll be here to support you, but only if I get to be the chicks’ godfather.”
“Uh, you guys are kind of forgetting something important,” Pidge said as she joined them.
“What?”
“Ramsay doesn’t have a mate to fertilize her eggs.”
Hunk exchanged a glance with Lance, then he looked at Pidge. “Oh,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck as embarrassment filled him. “I knew that.”
Hunk never had considered chickens a viable pet before, but Ramsay followed him everywhere. She trailed him through the Castle’s hallways, leaving poop he’d have to clean up later in her wake, and hopped into his lap when he sat down. Her eyes closed in contentment when he rubbed her vicious beak, and she perched for the “night” on his bed frame.
And if Allura, Pidge, Lance, and Keith could have pets, why couldn’t Hunk think of this strange space chicken that imprinted on him as one?
He’d see about Shiro adopting a cat later…once Ramsay learned to lay her eggs in a nest and not on the kitchen floor where a certain princess’s mice could steal them.
Last Thing I Googled: Pirates of the Caribbean 5 putlocker :D
Favorite Musician: don’t know... i like all kind of music
Song Stuck In My Head: For the dancing and the dreaming <3
Do I Get Asks: not really? but i normally don’t ask for them, so its ok... now that i think about it... maybe i should start asking...this is fun :D
Following: ONLY 182????? wtf i thought it would be more!
Amount Of Sleep: if i can sleep in... 11-12 hours? but when did I ever get what i want.. so more like 6-8
Lucky Number: 9
What Am I Wearing: denim jeans, purple plush socks, grey turtleneck and my beloved toothless sweater
Dream Trip: right now...? Just somewhere sunny and warm, where I can go swimming (actually Maldives or Caribbean would be nice). But I would like to go back to New Zealand or Canada.
Dream Job: I’m in the miDdle Of an iDenTiTy criSIs!!! DOn’T TrigGeR ME!!!
Play Any Instrument: nope
Languages: German, English and like two words in French
Favorite Songs: come on guys... I change my favourite song like twice a day!!! right now i’m listening to john powells soundtracks, does that count?
Random Fact: I’m allergic to animal hair... and i have a cat... and my dad is a vet... my sister is also a vet...und we have like 3 cats, 2 dogs, 5 chickens and a horse at home XDDD
Describe Yourself As Aesthetic Things: A chaotic desk with dirty laundry all over it. A warm, unmade bed. A cold grey rainy day and a soft blanket. Reading a book while sitting in front of the fireplace. When the wind ruffles your hair. Long colourful dresses. Black High heels. Floating on your back in the sea and looking into the blue sky while your skin burns under the sun. Long walks through the forest alone. Loud karaoke nights where we sing abba songs. Fast driving with open windows and loud, cheerful music, not caring what people might think.
First Fandom: uuuuuh.. ok like my first OTP (back when i didn’t know what that or a fandom etc even was) was probably Kim and Ron from Kim Possible. The fandom that startet my time here (on tumblr) was Httyd. It was the first time i actively searched for fan art and fan fiction and created content.
5. You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?
Y’know, I’m not sure. Um…Shiro is in it? Probably Sendak in some capacity. Whether you know it or not - Sendak is almost in every story. You just don’t see him. XD
6. Name three stories you found easy to write.
Blade!Shiro was not difficult to write. I got a little worried in the middle about finishing it, but the actual writing of it wasn’t really a problem.
“How to Propose to Your Space Boyfriend” was something that once I conceived, I needed to write. It was so much fun getting to explore a few different dynamics in that piece, and I totally had fun with it.
“A Vanilla Secret” was another that just rolled out, at work one day, actually. I had a break and just wrote it.
