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People I’d Like to Know Better
Shakespeare I mean… @pixiedurango tagged me in this and I figured I could use it as info for my pinned post as well!
It’s Paige :) but a few of you have gotten in the habit of calling me Sprig and I love it 🥰 she/her but close friends use they/them. Either is fine.
I’m gonna stumble through this as best I can! I’m sort of embarrassed to post this because Lisel is such a god damn self-insert (or at least she started that way) and I’m about to out myself. Most of my fics (for any fandom) are just shared between me and my bff, who also writes self-insert stuff, so this blog is the first time I’ve been public with my fics!
✨But, I know y’all will let me be cringe in peace✨
I’m an elementary school librarian and chronic migraine haver who’s been into DA since I was 11 (currently 27). I grew up in a tiny town where the singular grocery store was 30 minutes away, and where we didn’t have any stop lights until 2019. Obviously as a queer kid this was awful, but I do have the unique experience of having the same friend group since elementary school. We all joke that those of us who didn’t end up gay, ended up trans, which is 100% true. No exaggeration.
I play video games, mostly just VG and Sims 4 right now. Although I love the Fire Emblem series, Final Fantasy, Witcher, and Fields of Mistria too; when I’m in school I scale back on my game playing just because I like to be able to rot away and play for hours without other distractions. I’m awful at moderation.
I’m very dyslexic, I’m honestly very thankful I even learned to read considering I didn’t find this out until I was a senior in HS. Because of this, I exclusively listen to audio books. As boring as it sounds, I mostly listen to nonfiction. In undergrad I majored in history with an emphasis on holocaust and genocide studies, so I have a library full of very depressing material.
Me at teatime!!! I love dressing up and going to tea :)
The few works of fiction I do enjoy reading are anything from Tolstoy, Sylvia Plath, and the Bronte sisters, but I think my favorite author is Shirley Jackson. I’m always embarrassed to share my taste in books because 99% are ones I read in high school and keep coming back to. I'm really bad at following character arcs/development without an instructor so reading new fiction is difficult for me. This is also why I rarely watch tv, I struggle to follow storylines.
For the last four years I’ve been a part time nanny, which I do really miss! However as a school librarian I’m completely in charge of myself and the library which is wildly cool. I try not to discuss too much about either job online because of the kiddos though. Safe to say I love kids and children’s literature!
PSA
As far as I know I’m not on the spectrum, but my partner and best friend (whom I’ve known since I was child) are both really AuDHD so I tend to get along best with similar folk. So essentially- I’m the one in the friend group who makes phone calls and orders food 😅 but I get the benefit of listening to each of them yap about interesting things! My partner is an engineer so through her I get some nice physics talks and my bff is an actress, she helps me with character development in movies/plays that she takes me to.
I’ve had chronic migraines since I was a five. I get at least 15 a month (usually for longer stretches, so like 3 that each last five days). I don’t really know any different, but it absolutely sucks.
Funfacts:
I’m Danish on my dad’s side and Mexican on my mom’s side. I definitely took after one side a little more… it was really odd looking so different from my mom, a lot of time people assumed she was my nanny. While I’m obviously 100% white passing, I did have a pretty Hispanic upbringing with lots of superstition, Christianity, and gender roles 😅
I’ve never seen a shrek movie. My mom was a super strict catholic that hated fantasy (you know, cuz Satan) as well as potty humor. I wasn’t allowed to say “fart” without my mouth being washed out with soap. So shrek was a no go. I haven’t seen it since because it’s a great “never have I ever” to pull out.
For similar reasons, we had dial-up internet in my house until I went to college. I relied on my friends for internet access in HS, which is how I got on tumblr pre dashcon.
I have three older siblings, all who are 8-14 years older than me. So I was the youngest sibling until 10, then I was (essentially) an only child.
My brother closest in age to me looks JUST LIKE VIAGO!!!!! Yes, my friends thought he was hot growing up and my partner says he is still hot 😬 He takes after my mom so he’s got that combo of darker skin, blue eyes, thick curly hair (and big mean eyebrows). I’m very close to my siblings, especially him, since they were my primary caregivers as a little one.
I come from a super musical family, all my brothers play guitar and piano and we used to have extended family jam sessions where we’d all get together to sing and play music with my uncle’s family. My dad once surprised us by revealing he could play accordion at one of these sessions. (He’s since done the same with yodeling and yo-yo)
^ Cosplaying Fred gives me gender
euphoria and I’m not even joking 🙃
Me falling down at Donner State Park ^
My kitty Oswald. He leaves his leg up like this because he loves to give em the old razzle dazzle
My chameleon Dende eating a horn worm.
My Dog Sable (She went as the Childlike Empress for Halloween)
Full disclosure, I sort of hate dogs but my partner loves em! So she takes care of Sable primarily, the agreement was we could get a dog if I wasn’t responsible for her most of the time, she got a bath at least once a month, and I got to train her. She’s pretty well behaved and knows a lot of commands through hand signals.
Don’t worry, I’m very nice to her, dogs just annoy me and are stinky 🫶🏻 but I’d never mistreat an animal.
Relationship status:
I’m married to my wife Mara, we’ve been together for almost 9 years now. No kids, although I’d love to have some someday. Not sure if that’ll happen since we’ll need to use her “stored genetic material” with IVF or something similar and ngl getting on fertility drugs freaks me out. But we’ll see what happens, while we both have always wanted kids there are obviously huge benefits to being childfree.
Me and Mara
Last song on repeat:
Johanna cover by Eleri Ward
I’m unfortunately a theater nerd, but hey we all have flaws 😉
Currently Watching:
Ooo I can finally answer this one! Usually I just say “I don’t often watch TV” since I’ve been in school, but now that that’s done I’ve been watching House M.D. It’s definitely of its time but I have enjoyed it so far.
Sweet, Spicy, or Savory:
Sweet!!!!!!! Spicy is good too but I will eat sweets until I get sick (like I said, bad at moderation). I despise savory food, salt and meat flavor really don’t appeal to me. Thinking about salty foods makes me nauseous.
Last google search
Trying to find an audio book about the Bishop Family murders. (No luck)
Currently working on:
A bunch of stuff tbh!
Lisel’s Pyre Side Chats
Lisel’s origin story The Reluctant Crow (i hate the title but I couldn’t think of anything)
A Lillario fic
A lot of times I just write brief little scenes and sometimes squish them in to bigger things. I don’t post 70% of the stuff I write because it’s always so Lisel centric! I finish a fic, put my phone down and go “Oh my god I am a megalomaniac!”
I always feel like I’ve presented a really strange version of myself whenever I do these, but either way this is some deep Paigey (Sprigy?) Lore that I rarely share. Gonna gently tag a few folks but obviously no pressure to do this since not everyone likes to share this sort of stuff!
✨ @larknnightingale @bubblecat-co @pandorazlost @jupi-tercreates @zennihilation @seaglassmelody @mythals-whore @therivercrow @vishantikaffar ✨
AAYYEE the 218th's Urban Crisis Response's very own Crisis Company as a revamped Draw the Squad!
after a year and a half worth of drawing practice, I like to think I've come a long ways, though my squad themselves have changed very little
Though if you're new here, perhaps some introductions are in order? Below the Cut
peony :)
Happy Oc Sunday! For Nihlus or any one in crisis company!
👑: What does your oc want to be remembered as? Why?
🔫: Do they trust people easily? How easily will they turn their back to someone? Have they been backstabbed before? Will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?
💧: Random angst headcanon
☄️: What do people assume about them? Are they right?
Thanks so much!!! asdjghasgh Sorry this took so long, tumblr desided it didnt like this post so its been hard tryinga get it to post
One Nihlus and Crisis Company, coming right up! (under the cut for lenth purposes) Gonna stop trying to format it and just post it cause this website likes to shit itself anytime you use its own built in features
Meet Crisis Company
218th Urban Crisis Response Unit.
Deployed and wiped out on geonosis, out of the hundreds, a lieutenant and three corporals remained. The survivors were split, rearranged, send off. Promoted. The Lieutenant, now a Captain, was given orders to rebuild his company. He gets command of standard squads, and begins to rebuild his own squad out of other survivors.
It starts with Jet, the Captain. but what good was an urban crisis response unit that couldn't splice open a door?
enter Lieutenant Margo, the tech, only agreeing to leave her position as squad leader to be his second so long as she was allowed to bring her favorite brother. This is acceptable. Does an Urban response unit need a heavy weapons expert? not really, but hey, Welcome to the family Cynic
No, what they needed was a bomb diffusal expert E.O.D. Bomb threats were a regular in capital cities. So, in comes Boom. a steady voice with steadier hands.
Every unit needs a medic, and even this early into the war, Heron's grown weary of front line medicine. He volunteered for Crisis Company early on, and worked his way to the the Captains squad by simply being good and dedicated to his job.
Then comes in Torch and Lake. The last two in a trained Bloc of sharpshooter squads. Out of two thousand specialists, these to Corporals are all that remain. The twins will not be split, and their rabid devotion to remaining alive amd together put them off of being picked by several units. Jet thinks they're perfect, every sharpshooter needs a spotter, afterall, and then spends the rest of his life (lovingly) suffering that decision,
and then comes the first battle of Kamino, and Ventress, and they loose Boom. It's a devastating blow, that they never see happen. They simply find what is left of their brother in the aftermath.
It's a while before they fill the E.O.D position. And one day, Captain Jet see's him sitting there, one of the four survivors of a bomb diffusal squad that had only partially succeeded, and partially survived. A burnt out bomb diffuser, who didn't want to die, who was terrified he wouldn't make it. Terrified of death. Of dying in an explosion, of there being nothing left of him but dust. Not exactly an ideal trait for someone who was supposed to face that possible future in almost certainty in pretty much every mission.
Jet offers him the specialist spot, and Sprig agreed. An Urban response unit often faced more... primitive anarchist type explosives. would they have killed a civilian or ten? probably, but even that wasn't likely to get past his padded armor. as safe as E.O.D could be.
And then they get stationed on Brentaal. A boring post where they are largely relegated to scanning incoming cargo for the republic embassy. until the day comes when one of those crates is carrying assassin droids. Go figure, right? Lops of Herons leg and as they were leaving, taking the transport out to a Medical station, the Captaining squad leaving the rest of the company to go get it replaced.
A little beast, Bing the tooka, snunk aboard and firmly fixed herself in their outgoing transport.
Apparently, Crisis Company traded their medics leg for a Mascot on Brentaal.
They get transferred to the Resolute, some Jedi's flagship, on their way through to the nearest medical center to get Heron fitted for a Semi-permanent prosthetic. The Resolute is back from a secret mission, deep into the unknown regions, back to the core worlds. And on that ship they meet the final member of the Captains squad, and the member that others would later (wrongly) attribute the naming of the company to by nature of his presence, the rabidly devotional sith Nihlus Brek, a reawoken relic from ancient times. A cold, broken husk of a man void of direction, to whome living is synonomous with suffernig, who's only purpose is to witness and record the galaxy, having seen too many libraries, jedi and sith, burn to the ground to let who was left behind leave without even a trace of a whimper. Who, despite this somewhat noble cause, only feels good and eurphoric when killing, and only feels warmth and hope and love when given a family, a clan, to protect at any cost.
Protect at any cost, you say? Inquires the Captain who refuses to lose any more of the family he has rebuilt from the ashes, who has a heart as big as those sad brown eyes, and enough love in that heart to extend that love to someone who thinks murder is fun.
Anything you want, I'll be anything you want, do anything you want, just love me, keep me. Says the sith. Your enemies will burn, and you will survive, on my life, on the lives of countless others.
Make him fight for us, and we will allow him to fight for you, Says the Jedi council in a split vote after a week of contentious arguing on whether or not to lock the sith in the basement and throw away the key.
And that day, the Captains Squad in the 218th Crisis Response units Crisis Company was finally complete. It's just a damn shame that the entirety of the company that was left behind on Brentaal was then reassigned, leaving Jet in charge of... Only his squad.
Because the council is not giving a sith over a hundred troops at his beck and call.
Thats fine, They'll make due as a specialist unit. This is fine, says the optimistic chronic micromanager now in charge of only seven instead of a hundred.
It's a good thing managing a sith is a lot of damned work, that he's a handfull enough on his own.
Goodbye from the 398th Ordinance Corps Sprig! [x]
Welcome to the 218th Urban Crisis Response Sprig! [x]
It turns out being in a Diffuser squad on loan to the 'Experts in everything that goes Boom' Corps may not be quite the best fit for Specialist 'Greatest fear is being Vaporized' Sprig, so on the request of his new Captain, Jet, he transfers out of the 398th Ordinance Corps (Helix and the 398th belong to @fives-girlfriend) to 218th Urban Crisis Response, or 'Glorified Port Security' uhh which generally encounters explosives closer to dynamite than proton bombs.
Captain Helix could probably agree there are worse ways to lose a soldier than a unit transfer; Although when he see's where Sprigs going.... well he wont be able to say it's worse than most alternatives but he can certainly question the Specialist's judgement, because Crisis Company certainly know how to make first impressions. Sprig's just happy to get the hell out of there, no offense, Sir.
Looks like Torch's 'I'm a little silly little guy, you wouldn't hit a silly little guy?' routine did not quite pan out this time