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I felt like writing today.

Five years of climbing mountains and exploring this new world, and he finally wanted to find a home. Lee Adama didn’t know what home was, but looking for it alone while he slept in a crude lean-to under the stars sure as hell wasn’t getting him anywhere. So he came back to where they’d landed, to where he’d last seen his father. He couldn’t find home on his own; maybe he could find it where he’d left the rest of humanity.

He couldn’t find home, but apparently he was in the minority. There were children, babies, everywhere he looked from his vantage point on the hill, spilling out of rough cabins and shouting into the clear air where before there had only been savanna grass and herds of animals grazing.

Babies. We’re at war, and that woman wants us to worry about having babies. He could still hear his father’s voice ringing in his ears, full of disdain for the schoolteacher who dared to call herself President of the Twelve Colonies.

He could still see her tight, guarded smile as she stood in the CIC watching his father line up ships for water transfer, asking him for help with the military.

He should have known then that eventually Laura Roslin would get her way. Even as he bent over backwards to help her in the early days after the apocalypse, he hadn’t believed that she’d actually do it, actually save them all, but she had. In her own stubborn way, she had given humanity a fresh start.

Five years after he’d watched his father and Laura take off in a raptor, five years after he’d set out on his own, he was back on a green hillside, shielding his eyes from the sun, staring down at the new civilization that had sprung up in his absence. No cities, no technology, but a civilization nonetheless.

He recognized some of them – Ellen, still tall and lithe and easy in her skin, clutching Saul’s arm as he shouted and waved at the kids blocking his path. The oldest, grown taller and thinner since he’d last seen her, but he’d recognize that smile and those curls anywhere. Helo’s smile, Athena’s eyes. Hera was clearly the ringleader, the other children falling in line behind her as she teased the old Colonel. A few feet away, a tall, blonde woman bounced a baby on her hip as Gaius frakking Baltar kneeled to argue with a little boy who looked just as determined as he did.

Romo Lampkin was deep in conversation with a woman Lee knew he should recognize, but he didn’t. She wasn’t a Viper pilot; she wasn’t a refugee from Caprica. She wasn’t important to him, those days between the end of the worlds and the start of this one. Maybe that’s why he left, all those years ago. Humanity deserved a blank slate, but he knew he couldn’t give it to them. Maybe that’s why Kara left, and his father too. Some of them were just too rooted in the old ways to give them up completely.

Other faces were new. The primitive culture he’d witnessed when they’d landed on this rock, not quite as primitive anymore. They were communicating, and as the wind shifted, he picked up on the curious combination of words and clicks and sounds.

He wondered who taught them, without Laura. He remembered the white board with the numbers written in her careful, looping hand. If anyone had deserved a blank slate, it was her. He shifted the threadbare pack on his shoulder and made his way down the hill, determined to find out.

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An Artist’s Muse

Summary: Phil is a (sleep deprived) artist, and Dan is his muse, though he doesn’t know it (yet).

Word Count: 2.7k

hey this fic is for @vivunt-amant because it’s her BIRTHDAY!! (move aside dan, i’ve got FRIENDS to attend to!!) honestly she’s such an amazing person, a great friend, a fantastic artist, and an always unfailing beta. i’m super grateful to have been able to become her friend, and anyone who enjoys this fic in the slightest should go follow her bc it’s thanks to melea that it’s even here (also it’s her birthday and she’s wonderful so what are you waiting for???)

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anonymous asked:

If Melea did have twins why can't one of them be Mariposa and another have moth themed name ehhh 😉😏😏😏😏

Louis: These are my daughters, Mariposa and Mothman.

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Melea, creeping up on her next meal: “thats right blondie just stay right-”

Louis, turning around suddenly: “Oh hi beautiful woman minding her own business in the park, are you single and do you happen to like being called the wrong name in bed?”

Melea: ….shit he’s cute time for plan B

(they both think the other looks like a nice snack)

anonymous asked:

Louis while hooking up with someone, probably: *hacker voice* "I'm in"

Melea, calling Louis from the hospital: “you forgot to safely remove your hardware.”

The Plan

After taking some time to think on the whole Louis situation, I’ve decided what I want to do. My followers were pretty evenly split on the matter, but I personally think going with the original plan is better. Melea and Marisposa both have beautiful character designs, and I would hate to lose them. Plus I know many of you were excited for the inclusion of two Filipino characters. Beyond that, I dont think we’ve seen enough of Louis’ slut phase, and this gets us a chance to do so.

So bottom line: M’s pregnancy is out of the canon. You can make up whatever sort of explanation you want but Im personally just going to pretend it never happened.

So now we have a choice...

I think we have two options here:

1. I intervene with my god-like powers to make it like this never happened and we go with the original plan of Melea being the mother. I dont like to contradict my game, and this would mean Mariposa might not be a toddler by the time Nova ages up, but it’s an option.

2. We roll with it, doing the same plot we had laid out before but with a different parent. I feel like this would work because M is Latinx, so the whole Mariposa=Butterfly thing is still good, but this would also mean Louis becomes a father a bit earlier than planned.

Thoughts?

anonymous asked:

Why are you waiting until she grows into a toddler? Wouldn't it be more effective to drop her off as a baby?

I’d like to think Melea struggles with her decision to tell Louis for a while. Like… she knows shes not ready to be a mom, but she also thinks Louis isn’t ready to be a dad, and despite the fact she may come across as un-feeling, she still doesn’t want to “ruin his life” with an unplanned kid. That, plus the fact she’d probably want to stick around while Mariposa was still nursing. I just think it makes more sense this way.

I think I already have Louis' baby Mama in mind...

A few months ago (before the whole “accidental cheating” thing) my plan was to have Louis start dating someone new once he went off to college and assumed Piper had moved on from him. I had a custom sim all set up and ready but of course I had to scrap her once the story took a different turn. THEN I was going to make her one of Piper’s roommates but she really didn’t fit the whole “sorority” dynamic so I stuck her back into my personal library, hoping I might get an opportunity to use her one day….

Oh yes, I think Melea will do just fine…