#witchy-self-shipper

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Top 5 Meals that aren't native to your culture?

Chicken biriyani

Vegetable kimbap

Chile rellenos

Bariis iskukaris

Shrimp fried rice

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No eels. Sorry.

Acknowledging your song recs, my listening window was small today but I'll get to them when I can. I have lots of recs in my inbox and just no time to listen to music.

Don't want you thinking I'm ignoring them or ungrateful, I am! Thank you!!

OK I guess I lied, here is a eel that looks as overwhelmed as I feel lately!

No need to worry, I had a couple song recs in my inbox I'd been sitting on for a couple months up until a few weeks ago, but i hope you get time to hear at least a few of them, I've gotten really into K-pop lately and it's such a fun niche of music <3

Also, thank you for the eel, I do love them so.

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I had a TST but I forgot it.

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Which if your ocs have shitty memories, and which have freaky good memories?

No worries if you dont have spoons/time to spare. 💚

Thank you!!

Let's see...

In general, my OCs with the best memories are Ophelia, Jimmy, Eris, Spider, and Pluto! I'd say that Ophelia has the best natural memory of all of them - for being an un-enhanced human, she can recall a huge amount of information. Eris has the best memory overall, but they also have a lot more to remember and have the benefit of being extremely regenerative (which I'm sure helps their brain function too).

Pluto, Jimmy, and Spider all have very good memories in specific contexts: Pluto has a great spacial memory and knowledge of what tools he has to work with, Jimmy has a mind for literary quotes, and Spider has an incredible memory for his archive of sounds. Rae is similar too, being able to absorb a lot of different languages with relative ease!

My OCs with the worst memories would be Gia, Quinn, Robin, and Merit. Honestly, most of this is either due to trauma or medical reasons. Robin had a TBI and has a few memory issues in her recovery, Quinn had similar head trauma, and the combination of Merit's seizure disorder with the sheer volume of sensory input he takes in can mean his memory is spotty (less that he doesn't remember and more that he has trouble separating what he saw from his own eyes versus someone else's). Gia has a huge blank patch in her memory due to the trauma of HYDRA, and still can be a little scatterbrained (or on her worst days, dissociative) because of the anxiety and PTSD from that. And while Indigo largely has a very good memory, it's not as good as it used to be - the attempt to recondition her knocked a few things loose, and she'll sometimes drop a fact/detail or two and pick it up later.

Thanks for the ask! That was a neat question! I think a lot of my OCs tend to have good memories just because *I* have a very good memory, and maybe I don't quite realize what would be an expected thing for a typical person to remember sometimes, but there's still some variability there.

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Happy Christmas! I had this idea and couldn't shake it! It's a 6 Underground crossover with the Librarians. Since Quinn is a thief and doesn't believe in magic, it makes total sense for her to encounter Ezekiel Jones (World's Greatest Thief) and Santa!

Hope I didn't stray from Quinn's Canon too badly!!!

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Quinn woke quickly, completely, heart pounding in her chest, adrenaline pumping. She was alone, Billy having been off on a recon, and knew that his return would not wake her so suddenly.

Leaving her room as silently as possible, she heard voices, and froze.

“What was that?” Young, male, Australian.

“Nothing. Honest. Keep working.” The older, but softer, American Male voice answers. Something about his voice was familiar, and yet otherworldly at the same time.

This annoyed Quinn, as she didn’t believe in Paranormal, Otherworldly, Magic, or anything even close. Not even, and especially, the magic of Christmas, for fuck’s sake. That was commercial Hallmark-

The soft chuckle, almost as if the older man heard her thoughts, surprised her. She inched slowly forward, and waited. The only good thing about waking to a potential life threatening crisis was that there was a small window of adrenaline spiked painlessness. But Quinn… Quinn was in and out, snatch and grab… Guns and Murder… eeeh, not so much…

“So why is there so little here, you said you were making up for years…” The Aussie sounded annoyed.

Well, sorry I haven’t got wealth and riches for you to steal, buddy, Quinn thought to herself, still annoyed at the otherworldly feeling she just couldn’t shake.

“Well how much wealth do you have, Mr World Class Thief, best in the world?” The older man chuckles.

“Are you gonna help me or what?” The aussie hissed in not-a-reply.

“I’m lookout. You’re the one on the job this year, you’re the one who said you could do it better, so do it.” The American voice was amused.

A huff and a sigh was the only sound for a while.

Quinn inched closer, almost enough to see into the small living area. There was a glow they didn’t recognize, a shadow thrown that was unfamiliar in their placement.

“Is this all clothes, really? Doesn’t this kid want anything fun? Why not a Playstation or-“ He stopped, and lowered his voice. “I’m sure I heard something.”

“Trust me, you didn’t.” The man answered.

Quinn realized the man was lying. With a frown, they inched forward again, and came face to face with a dark haired Asian man, scowling.

“I told you I heard something!” So this was the Australian. “Why aren’t you asleep?!”

“Home invasion kinda breaks my restfulness.” Quinn quipped, wondering at their calm acceptance of these people in their living room.

He actually chuckled. “Home invasion.” He looked over his shoulder. “On Christmas Bloody Eve.” He backed up and Quinn moved forward, scanning the room. The older man stood in a soft brown coat, a strange antique hat, and for some reason, reminded her of Bruce Campbell. He smiled at her.

“Merry Christmas, Quinn. Sorry I’m so late.” His eyes were warm with soft affection, and almost glowing.

“Who the hell are you?”

He laughed, deep and yet kind, and looked at the Aussie, who just stood there scowling, annoyed, holding an empty red sack.

“I’m Santa Claus.” He answered, conspiratorially. “I don’t usually allow myself to be seen, but…” he shrugged it off.

Quinn calculated their odds, two against one, the adrenaline still holding off the pain, although a fight would have them half dead once the excitement died down…

“Can we get on with this?” The Aussie asked, sharply.

“We’re not quite done… It’s ok, Quinn. I know you don’t believe me. I know. But even I have debts, and I owe you quite a bit. I can’t do much, considering… your Christmas List is short, and borne of hardship. I can’t soften hearts. You’re not much of one for possessions… so I’ll tell you now… I can give you a good night’s rest… and a few in the future, specifically for the day of your next Job… I can’t take away the pain but I can fix the loose connections in your crutches and renew the cushions… repair the worn out bits… and I can boost your luck for a few months… I can’t do much else… and I’m sorry, but you really won’t be able to remember this when you wake up… because you don’t believe in me, or magic.”

“There’s no such thing as Magic.” Quinn answered sharply, the only thing they could think to say. They were aware of a softness in their brain, a warmth in their heart. It would be nice to believe, but life was cruel and cold, most of the time. There was no place for magic in their experience. They tried to shake the feeling that insisted on clinging to them.

“Merry Christmas, Quinn.” The man said gently, and stepped back, gesturing for the Aussie to follow him. “Next year is Cassie’s turn, isn’t it?” ‘Santa’ said to the Aussie.

“Yup.” The Aussie answered. “Would’ve let her do it this year but nooooo, you said I had to…” The Aussie paused and looked at Quinn, who was still standing there, defying her own logic, just watching them. “Happy Christmas.”

A bright flash of light startled Quinn, and by the time they cleared their vision, rapidly blinking, the living room was empty of strangers. Nothing was taken, in fact, there was an addition - a five inch christmas tree, with LED lights and a battery pack, on top of a neatly stacked set of clothes.

Quinn sighed and shook her head.

The next morning, coming into the main area for breakfast, She was aware of a flurry of conversation.

“I know damn well one of you did this.” One said.

“But we all said we didn’t.” Billy answers.

The others were already eating, a heap of pancakes with fresh fruit and syrup.

“What’s going on?” Quinn asked, feeling vaguely cozy and soft and warm, trying to remember something elusive… something warm and kind. She looked at Billy and decided it was his presence, the feeling of home and security he sparked in her.

She wondered why she was feeling so poetic this morning.

“Woke to a fully stocked pantry is what… and someone stole a large screen TV and a Bunch of Switches… there was a note, said it was so we could all play Mario Kart together… and I don’t know about you, but we all got new clothes and a tiny christmas tree.”

Quinn blinked, and nodded, almost remembering… no, it was gone. “Yeah, I got that too. I thought you did it.”

Billy grinned. “We thought you did it.”

“Well who did?”

“Maybe it was Santa.” One scoffed.

“Get real.” Quinn scoffed, sitting down. Immediately Billy placed a plate of Pancakes in front of her, and a cup of coffee. He smiled at her, and she smiled back.

“Okay, get a room.” One snarked, but it was teasing. “Put me off my pancakes.”

Oh this is so fun!!! You know I usually don't mix Quinn with magic... but this is just so sweet, and she really deserves some good things, and it's nice to see her just be given a bit of rest and a few gifts without having to fight for them <3 such a sweet piece for Christmas, thank you so much!!! Will try to write a more in-depth comment for you later if I get the chance! <3 <3

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Short ask list about love ask:

2, 4, 6, 11 for Spider, because I think I know him the least?

Ooooh thank you!!

A Short Ask List About Love

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2. Is your OC at all romantic themselves? Or is romance something they expect others to perform for their benefit?

I think Spider is polite and chivalrous when it comes to dating, but not exactly romantic. He's the type to walk a partner back to their door/car/etc. after a date, to ask for a kiss before initiating, or to make breakfast in the morning after a hookup, he's definitely respectful when it comes to dating, but he's not exactly known for his outward romantic acts.

He doesn't really care either way when it comes to a partner! He of course expects a certain standard of respect and etiquette, the same as he gives his own partners, but he honestly doesn't have a preference whether his partner performs a lot of romantic acts or not. He certainly doesn't expect any grand romantic gestures - just remember when his birthday is and he's happy.

4. Does your OC consider themselves to be attractive? Do they put much effort into achieving this?

I think he does, both physically and in personality. He's a bit of a social butterfly and thrives on being someone people enjoy spending time around, and physically he tends to take good care of himself as much as he can (so he's physically fit, good eating habits, good skin, just generally keeps himself pretty well put-together and a lot of people find that attractive)

I wouldn't say he puts a lot of effort into looking attractive, exactly - he puts a lot of work into maintaining good habits, but he does that for his health and stress rather than with the goal of looking good for others.

6. Has your OC ever had their heart broken? Have they ever truly recovered?

I think so. Not in some grand Shakespearean tragedy or anything, but he's definitely had the relationships that he got invested in and then ended painfully or unexpectedly- such is life. I think he certainly remembers and reminisces sometimes, but he's healed from the heartbreak itself.

11. Has your OC ever been the object of someone's affections that they did not (or could not) reciprocate?

In the same vein as the last answer, yes. Such is life. He's pursued people who didn't reciprocate, others have pursued him when he could not reciprocate... Spider's got one of the most extensive romantic histories of any of my OCs, he enjoys casual flings and hookups as much as serious relationships, so he's had the full spectrum of these experiences in the past.

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💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft

For Abi and Artie

Believe me, I really wanted to write this one, especially as a little gift for you with your characters, but I've been having just as much trouble with ideas for this as I have with the others lately :/ Again, I'm really sorry, but I need to pass on this for now

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🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation Kestrel and Warren?

Been sitting on this one too, and I really appreciate all the prompts you gave me to choose from, but I'm having trouble drumming up ideas at the moment. Thanks for the prompt though!

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💕 kissing somewhere other than lips Quinn and Billy?

Hey, been holding onto this prompt for a while but just haven't been able to come up with anything for this... but hey if you want to read something that's already similar to this prompt, maybe go reread Fresh Ink?

Thanks again for the prompt! Sorry I don't have anything new for you!