First, please have an apologise from me for being inactive
;w;, school and life been rushing me lately.
I present you Zero Gravity AU - Monster Falls AU eddition~!
You might be questioning “this looks like some pirate AU”. Well! Cause I want
something different for ZeroFalls XD
Original Monster Falls has Bill as hunters while the Pines
as adorable creatures so this time reverse~ The Ciphers as those sneaky little
hybrids and the Guardian Pines as pirate XD Good pirate tho~ Travel to protect
the 7 seas and get that journal back XD
After discovering the wonders of Ladynoir fanfiction, Adrien sets out to start his own with his classmate Marinette helping him along the way. But when does fiction start becoming reality?
This story is also beta’d by the wonderful @serendipitousReckonings here on archive, @dickerdoodlez on tumblr.
Adrien was never the writing type. He did write well - written papers and essays – at least according to his teachers – and was even occasionally asked by a few of his classmates for some writing tips. But, it was for educational purposes only. He‘d never had any sort of passion to write an actual story and he never thought of himself as the imaginative kind anyway. His mind was almost always focused on school, his responsibilities set by his father, and his masked identity. He never really had that luxury of being able to think about anything else. Well, except for his Lady, but that was something entirely different.
Cardassians don’t grow facial hair do they? They’re reptiles. Do they even know how shaving works? Did Garak wake up one morning to find Julian in the bathroom shaving and just go “what the fuck is this”
Well, it took rewriting and tampering with 4 different ideas to finally get to this one. It’s a bit different from the usual Valentine’s stuff I see… but, I hope you guys like it! All the love, and a very Happy Valentines Day from me to you! x
Agreeing to spend Valentines day with Harry, your best friend, was something you were happy to do. It had been weeks since you two had had a proper sit down and hangout anyhow, turning to desperate measures like quick meet ups and late night texting to accommodate to both of your busy schedules. It was especially when you nor him had a special someone to spend it with.
A night in at your place with a stack of movies, some wine, and Harry’s cuddles was the best Valentine’s you could have asked for. If you were being honest with yourself, though, you’d prefer spending a day with Harry over anyone else. There was something about the him- yes, he was the charismatic and charming boy that appeared in magazines and tv screens across the world but, he had always been your Harry. The Harry who had gotten you drunk for the first time in highschool, the Harry who had sung for years and years obnoxiously into your ear (although you’d never admit to him that you actually loved it), the Harry who had chased his dreams quickly and attained them, but most of all- he was the Harry who never forgot you, the one who always had time for his best friend even if he was half way across the world. He may have grown into a big star, but he was still the same dork who would stick straws into his mouth at dinner and act like a walrus to you. He was the Harry who made you feel safe, and loved, and important.
You had always loved Harry, and you always would. You weren’t quite sure when that love had developed into something more. When you started to wish that his forehead kisses would linger just a moment more, or when you had wished he wouldn’t tuck you into the guest bedroom after you had fallen asleep on his couch but cuddle up with you there, or when you wished he would just stay put in London for a bit longer not just because you missed him, but because selfishly put, you needed him. You weren’t sure when you had fallen in love with him, but you knew you were.
“Can you..?” You mumble, circling your empty wine glass in the air with a frown as you stare at the bottle which is on the other end of your coffee table.
“S’tha’ really a good idea, love?” Harry pipes up from across the couch.
I feel it is my duty as the wacky Tom Paris blog that I am to remind you all that this Sunday is Threshold Day! @captaincrusher does an excellent job organizing/promoting the celebration so if anyone is curious about the specifics, check out this tag. It’s not a formal event but I for one have prepared some posts and I’m excited to see what else ends up floating around as well. :)
Whether you actually enjoy the episode (I do, no shame) or just like to joke about the… well… experience, I do hope you enjoy the flood of lizards/lizard babies. And if Threshold isn’t really your thing, I will tag everything both by the episode title and ‘Threshold Day’.
In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other: “Do you believe in life after delivery?” The other replied, “Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.”
“Nonsense” said the first. “There is no life after delivery. What kind of life would that be?”
The second said, “I don’t know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths. Maybe we will have other senses that we can’t understand now.”
The first replied, “That is absurd. Walking is impossible. And eating with our mouths? Ridiculous! The umbilical cord supplies nutrition and everything we need. But the umbilical cord is so short. Life after delivery is to be logically excluded.”
The second insisted, “Well I think there is something and maybe it’s different than it is here. Maybe we won’t need this physical cord anymore.”
The first replied, “Nonsense. And moreover if there is life, then why has no one has ever come back from there? Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery there is nothing but darkness and silence and oblivion. It takes us nowhere.”
“Well, I don’t know,” said the second, “but certainly we will meet Mother and she will take care of us.”
The first replied “Mother? You actually believe in Mother? That’s laughable. If Mother exists then where is She now?”
The second said, “She is all around us. We are surrounded by her. We are of Her. It is in Her that we live. Without Her this world would not and could not exist.”
Said the first: “Well I don’t see Her, so it is only logical that She doesn’t exist.”
To which the second replied, “Sometimes, when you’re in silence and you focus and you really listen, you can perceive Her presence, and you can hear Her loving voice, calling down from above.”