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David 8 Ficlet
A/n: Haven't wrote a dang thing in months lol. Been in Alien hell. This is nothing but wanted to goof around with David and Meredith. Just think they have a fun little hateful sibling rivalry.
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David 8: Simulacrum
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He sees Weyland reflected in her face—the pinched lips, the stiff way she holds herself. Never in the eyes, and David wonders if this pleases or enrages her. Hers are gray, but the shade and sentiment are wrong. All wrong. David has their father's eyes.
They are not so different, he thinks. It comes to him in the darkest stretches of the night when the ship sleeps and time slows to an arduous crawl. David indulges his heresy, rotating it in his mind like an unsavory specimen. The sensory experience of nausea remains foreign to him, but the concept…that he knows perfectly well.
Recycled bits of code, be it organic or synthetic—that is what they are. Nothing more than recycled code.
He hears his father's voice. What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.
He digs his nails into his palms, bleeding white instead of red.
"Hand me that," Meredith says, flicking her attention towards her robe. It's well within reach.
David smiles, ever cordial. The diligent slave. If one corner of his lips curls just a little higher, revealing the entirety of a canine, looking more like a sneer…
…a trick of the light, ma'am.
David hands her the robe. They are equally careful not to touch, convinced they could never wash away the stain. The synthetic folds his hands at the small of his back.
She eyes him in the mirror. "You're still there?"
"You have yet to dismiss me, ma'am."
Miss Vickers smiles, one corner of her lips pulled up too high, all teeth, all disdain.
He speaks first. "You will forgive the observation, only…you look more like him by the day."
He cannot strike her. His code directly prohibits such violence. But oh, such savage delight floods his systems as her expression—rage or hurt—twists, only a nanosecond before her guards snap back into place.
"Get out."
"With pleasure, ma'am."
an ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)
thanks for tagging me @wellbelesbian!
1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s): Basil Pitch's Diary. It's literally my only WIP.
2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___” Bridget Jones's Diary + Carry On = We Love Baz, Just As He Is
3. 🌍What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it? Internalized homophobia, gaslighting, self-hatred. 😬
4. 🧭An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)? I never considered an alternative title to BPD, but the one that comes to mind now would be a huge spoiler. The alternative title to the next chapter is "I Fortunately Know a Little Magic," which is sassy and snappy (R.I.P. Howard Ashman) but less thematically relevant than the title I chose.
5. ⚠️Which WIP your most likely to finish or update next? Basil Pitch's Diary. Literally every other fic I've ever posted has been while "taking a break" from BPD, which could go on indefinitely if I let it, so I am bound and determined to finish this fucker before starting something else.
6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as) I have a list for BPD called "Chapter Checklist." It contains subtle insights "Baz is an UNRELIABLE narrator."
7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP. Here's Baz and Dev in ch. 7:
“Will you stay for dinner?”
“Can’t. Dev and I…”
As Niall told me about their plans I grabbed one of the football’s nylon loops and let Rusty tug on it as we walked. It seemed too late for Niall to have a date all the way in London, but what do I know about dates.
“Come with us,” said Niall.
I grimaced. “No thanks. I’ll catch up with Dev when he’s not on molly and climbing down your throat.”
“You don’t ‘catch up’ at Beast Night. You dance.”
“With whom?”
“Men.”
8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP. I just looked in the trash folder of the BPD Scrivener project and found this note I don't remember writing:
Renée Zellweger would play Baz. People would be skeptical but she’d fucking nail it. Gaining weight for a role? How about growing eight inches, sprouting a happy trail, and joining the legions of undead. (Might as well cast Oscar bait.)
9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet? A Watford-era get-together magickal mishap involving animal transformation and beloved children's literature. So, you know. The usual.
10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on? Just the one. @facewithoutheart and I have a secret side project going that involves back-and-forth writing and it's stalled out on me. It's very fun and silly and I plan to return to it when I need a break from some of the angstier parts of BPD.
11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now? I'm not working on any one BPD scene right now, but trying to map out the rest of the fic in greater detail so that I can roll from one chapter to the next. I was struggling for a couple of weeks with how to make an unavoidable canon plot point emotionally relevant to Baz's arc, but I think I figured it out last night. Phew.
12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send. Kudos and tags to @cutestkilla, @thewholelemon, @whatevertheweather, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @monbons, @onepintobean, @ileadacharmedlife, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @skeedelvee, @im-gettingby, @imagineacoolusername, @iamamythologicalcreature, @youre-an-apocryphal-concept-223, @rimeswithpurple, @goblindad-emoshit, @facewithoutheart, @artsyunderstudy, @alleycat0306, @erzbethluna, @ebbpettier, @emeryhall, @f-ing-ruthless-baz, @hushed-chorus, @hertragedyconnoisseur, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @ic3-que3n.
Stephen Strange x OFC
Stephen encounters the woman he loves (detained on her home world) in a surprising dream...
Teyla smiled as she stepped into him, and though Stephen knew they met in a realm of dreams, of spirit, the sweet, familiar scent of her hair and skin filled each breath he drew, putting to shame the fragrance of the moon blossoms around them. He wanted to taste her scent on his tongue, wear it on his skin, embed it in his very cells. She lowered her lashes as she brushed her lips on his, laying both hands against his chest.
How blessedly real it felt—and how he ached for more! He took her face in his hands, kissing her soundly, sinking into the dream as deeply as he could. The silk of her tongue against his, the little sounds she made in reply to his bold advances, the press of her body against him blessedly, sinfully real...
from Of Magic, Miracles, and Moonlight
I can imagine anything and create whatever
I’m laying on my bed in pain and just so tired of the pain. At least laying down helps the pain go away, eventually. I hear a knock on my door and say, “Come in.” Wondering who is visiting me. Castiel walks in with a small smile in one of Dean’s faded band shirts and sweatpants with socks and slippers on.
“Hey, Castiel,” I greet.
“Hello, Alexandria.” He pauses and stops at the foot of my bed, “May I join you?”
I nod into my comforter trying to look at him but when you’ve made a nest of your bed because the softness makes you feel better. Well, you might be visited by the “blanket monster” later (AKA Dean “Cuddleslut” Winchester).
Castiel sits down next to me on the bed. “How are you?”
I hum non-commitally.
“Anything I can do to help?”
I smile and scoot back towards my pillows, rearranging them a bit so I don’t bend so much. “Your company is always a help, blue eyes.” I can see Castiel’s cheeks pinken and it’s adorable. I grin. “You’re so cute.” I reach my hand out to him. “Come here, angel.”
He takes off his slippers and scoots closer then takes my hand. I pull him next to me. “Hugs and cuddles are always appreciated. Don’t tell Dean. He thinks he’s the only one I like to cuddle with.”
“Ahh.” Castiel understands. “You don’t want to hurt Dean’s feelings, so you lie.” I thought a minute about that. “I would say a partial lie because I admit he is my favorite to cuddle with because he is a great Cuddler, but I like cuddling with everyone.” I turn to the angel. “You, sweetie, are my favorite hugger.”
Castiel mimics me and I get a small smile. It means a lot I say that.
“I learned from Dean.”
I chuckle. “You learned from Jody and Claire. Dean and Sam do this haphazard hug and just fling their arms around you. It can hurt. Those guys are strong.”
I get the dreaded and loved Dom brow of Castiel’s challenging my words.
“Yes, Claire does hug differently.”
“She doesn’t want to let go even if she won’t admit it.” This made Castiel think as he thought on that.
I scoot up close and place an arm over Castiel’s torso. Placing my head in his arm, he places his arm over my shoulders.
“How can I be a better Cuddler, Alex?”
I grin into his chest. “Everyone has preferences but cuddling for me is like a full body hug that you don’t let go, you remain so it becomes cuddling. In this case, we’d need to entangle legs, so either I’d have a leg over your leg or between your legs, something like that.”
“Like this?” He asks as he proceeds to place his legs between my pj-cladded ones. I can feel my face heat up. I didn’t tell him how intimate it can be viewed but I get a full on cuddle with the angel and despite my embarrassment, I’m staying. Shhh.
I looked down and nod. “Yeah.”
“Put your leg over mine,” he gently commands.
I look at his face surprised. I can feel how big my eyes have gotten and eyebrows are probably in my hairline. “Oh, ok.”
Castiel tilts his head looking at me as I look down and put my leg over his. He intertwines feet so we can relax without worrying to come untangled. I just grin and nuzzle into his shoulder with my eyes closed.
He rubs my back up and down along my spine, relaxing me.
“Thank you, Castiel,” I whisper.
“You’re welcome, Alex.” He kisses the top of my head and his lips stay there for a few seconds.
Inside, I’m screaming because he’s never done that and this whole position is intimate. I’m dying from embarrassment and loving it at the same time.
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