I'm not really sure what I'm doing here... I figure since I'm already so used to the Tumblr-y format, I'll make this page reverse chronological and just have jump links to the different entries.
In which Emily tries to indulge in her girlfriend’s hobbies and spend a nice night together, but, god, she just does not want to make it easy! (human!au)
Deadline fast approaching with little to no progress made, Amelia is forced to make an impossible decision, against all her morals and all that she holds dear: begging Guinevere for help. (human!au)
trainer cards (even though they aren't actually trainers, per se)
a mini series / ongoing sitcom in my head, featuring amelia trying to get her ･°˖✧ ~ roommate ~ ✧˖°., sakura, to go out more.
[a bit more lore]
- ame manages a mechanic shop; quite peppy, yet kinda backbreaking work. always hustling, not even necessarily because she wants / needs the money, but because she wants something to do -- ex: ride sharing, walking like ten dogs at a time, etc. enjoys going on hikes, mostly to play pokemon go
- sakura is some kind of software developer, may not leave her room for days. "i work from home. i can get groceries and supplies delivered. video games can be direct downloaded... why should i ever leave?" she asks, face dimly illuminated by her computer screen. enjoys crazy strategy games, shooters, cozy farming sims and everything in-between -- that is to say, she's really into min-maxing / optimizing, and statistics in general. a bit of an addictive personality, actually (between you and me, she's a bit of a whale when it comes to certain mobile games...)
- personality-wise, they are almost polar opposites. but i think that makes their dynamic work well -- they balance each other's energy and keep each other grounded. they each have their own lives, but they come together at the end of the day and confide in each other. also, honestly, they remind me of the main couple from girl friends, the first shoujo ai manga i read. it's a cute, soft introvert/extrovert friends to lovers sort of thing, and very personally significant to me. <3 a major difference would be, girl friends is very, 'let me give you a makeover! uwu' sort of thing, while i view ame as being more butch / masc... i just don't think either really cares much about that sort of thing
- may update with more thoughts later, i just wanted to finish this write up, since i've been holding off on posting this stuff for several months, lol
the house on the rock, wisconsin, usa.
"what if we kissed in the carousel room under a chorus of angels and wall of horses... 😳😳😳"
it's been a while since i went there now, but i think they'd have fun! lots of nature to appreciate, unbelieveably kitschy exhibits to make fun of, dollhouses and butterflies and knights and samurai staged mid-battle, etc. i think ame would constantly be wanting to climb onto things in the organ room, lol
the park in spring
[ame's dialogue is left as an exercise to the reader...]
Alfred sets down his Switch controller on the couch beside him and gets up. A movie, he thinks, a movie will certainly help him keep his mind occupied… His footsteps echo as he approaches the theater, echo through the empty halls frozen in time. Every inch of the House is overflowing with decades of overlapping memories, threatening to burst him apart at the seams. In this spot in 1947, here in 1886, over there in 2001… it plays on repeat. Alfred doesn’t think he can stand another godforsaken minute in this house. Ironically, the very symbol of freedom, the pride of the nation, the White House has been his prison, his personal hell, since 1800.
Alfred felt alone. But deep down, he knew he was never alone: the watchful eyes of the state will never leave him. Though, over the years, they’ve upgraded from flesh and blood to state of the art surveillance equipment, the end result is the same: his every move is judged, criticized, and potentially grounds for punishment.
Yes, he has all of the newest games and gadgets; fifty-two cars parked in the garage, none of which he is allowed to drive. But, if he asks permission and files the proper paperwork, he might allowed to take a walk around the garden (with 3-5 body guards tagging along behind, of course). On rare instances, he's even allowed to go to McDonald's (with several days notice, of course, and great public disturbance -- any building he wishes to enter must first be swept for bombers, gunmen, or any other manner of crazies). This is the price of knowledge, wealth, and power, he can't stop himself from thinking as he settles into his usual seat in the middle column, middle row, just as the latest box office hit starts playing on the big screen and he desperately tries to shut his mind off.
also found on ao3
Monika sighed, scrolling through her emails. Without thinking, she grabbed her phone and started typing.
At first, it seemed like that was it. Monika found herself feeling oddly disappointed... until her phone buzzed a few minutes later.
Emily and Anya debate about what the future may hold while lying under the stars. (human!au)
Madeleine is mortified when her girlfriend Julia says she’s coming over. Of course she can’t wait to see her again, but… she’s kinda had a rough last couple of weeks. (human!au)