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Tsyatt drabble
Nov. 7th, 2019 04:25 pm Tseer showing Wyatt how to cook his favorite food
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"I didn't know you can cook."
Tseer pauses, bag of groceries in hand, and throws Wyatt an amused glance. "Just because I can eat food raw doesn't mean I like to." He sets the bag on top of the counter and begins unpacking it: rice, beef, vinegar, tomato sauce, onions, garlic. He gestures with a jar of olives. "And a bird can only stand so much take-out." Wyatt had a beautiful kitchen, but it hadn't seen a staple since at least its last tenant, so Tseer'd had to buy everything--even salt.
Unwrapping the knife from the paper the grocer had wrapped it in, Tseer grabs the back of the blade and passes it, handle first, to Wyatt. "Here, make yourself useful and cut the onions." He doesn't pause to see if Wyatt does as asked, and instead turns fluidly to the stove, lighting the gas with a practiced motion and starting a pot of rice. It isn't until he turns back from that to find Wyatt studying the onion on the counter, that he realizes something's amiss.
"Uh," says Wyatt, and there's a flush starting to creep up his neck.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't, uh--" Wyatt gestures towards the onion with the knife.
"You don't know how to cut an onion?" Tseer winces at the incredulity in his own tone, regretting it as soon as the question leaves his beak.
"Of course I do!" Wyatt snaps. "It's not like it's hard." There's a flash of hot air, and Wyatt pulls the onion towards him and begins attacking it with the knife haphazardly, his shoulders tense.
Dragging over a stool to stand on, Tseer steps up behind Wyatt and places his talons on top of his hands, stilling them. "You want to curl your fingers like this when you hold it," he says, voice gentle, as he shifts Wyatt's grip, "so that you don't cut yourself." He curls his right hand around Wyatt's on the handle of the knife. "And you want to cut in a rocking motion, like this." He demonstrates as he speaks. "It's funny, because it's easy to think that everyone knows how it works once you know how it works, but it's important to remember that it's a learned skill, just like anything else." Tseer stops cutting and rests his chin on Wyatt's shoulder, nuzzling just a little into neck.
Wyatt sighs and puts down the knife, turning in Tseer's arms to face him. With the stool, they are nearly--but not quite--eye to eye. Wyatt only has to lean down a few inches to press a kiss to the top of Tseer's beak.
"Will you show me how to do the garlic, next?"
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"I didn't know you can cook."
Tseer pauses, bag of groceries in hand, and throws Wyatt an amused glance. "Just because I can eat food raw doesn't mean I like to." He sets the bag on top of the counter and begins unpacking it: rice, beef, vinegar, tomato sauce, onions, garlic. He gestures with a jar of olives. "And a bird can only stand so much take-out." Wyatt had a beautiful kitchen, but it hadn't seen a staple since at least its last tenant, so Tseer'd had to buy everything--even salt.
Unwrapping the knife from the paper the grocer had wrapped it in, Tseer grabs the back of the blade and passes it, handle first, to Wyatt. "Here, make yourself useful and cut the onions." He doesn't pause to see if Wyatt does as asked, and instead turns fluidly to the stove, lighting the gas with a practiced motion and starting a pot of rice. It isn't until he turns back from that to find Wyatt studying the onion on the counter, that he realizes something's amiss.
"Uh," says Wyatt, and there's a flush starting to creep up his neck.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't, uh--" Wyatt gestures towards the onion with the knife.
"You don't know how to cut an onion?" Tseer winces at the incredulity in his own tone, regretting it as soon as the question leaves his beak.
"Of course I do!" Wyatt snaps. "It's not like it's hard." There's a flash of hot air, and Wyatt pulls the onion towards him and begins attacking it with the knife haphazardly, his shoulders tense.
Dragging over a stool to stand on, Tseer steps up behind Wyatt and places his talons on top of his hands, stilling them. "You want to curl your fingers like this when you hold it," he says, voice gentle, as he shifts Wyatt's grip, "so that you don't cut yourself." He curls his right hand around Wyatt's on the handle of the knife. "And you want to cut in a rocking motion, like this." He demonstrates as he speaks. "It's funny, because it's easy to think that everyone knows how it works once you know how it works, but it's important to remember that it's a learned skill, just like anything else." Tseer stops cutting and rests his chin on Wyatt's shoulder, nuzzling just a little into neck.
Wyatt sighs and puts down the knife, turning in Tseer's arms to face him. With the stool, they are nearly--but not quite--eye to eye. Wyatt only has to lean down a few inches to press a kiss to the top of Tseer's beak.
"Will you show me how to do the garlic, next?"
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Jan. 17th, 2019 08:41 am I was gonna get back on the roundup-post train, but I'm in that weird place where I feel like I should go back and find a bunch of stuff that I wanted to link to over the holidays, but didn't, and now it feels like it would be a lot of work to do that. So idk. I'll keep working on my perfectionism, and in the meantime, have a picture of my dumb bird (Their name is Jessie, and I use they/them pronouns for them).
( [Image: A red-tailed hawk on the glove, looking straight at the camera with wings slightly raised and a somewhat paranoid expression] )
( [Image: A red-tailed hawk on the glove, looking straight at the camera with wings slightly raised and a somewhat paranoid expression] )
Breakthrough
Jan. 8th, 2019 02:34 pmDrabble #6 -- From this Whumptober prompt list
Hypothermia
Breakthrough | The Room Where It Happened (Podcast) | Tseer/Wyatt
Rated M for sexual content
"I don't see why we can't find a better crossing upstream," said Tseer, sullen, from behind Wyatt. Or, at least Wyatt thought he sounded sullen. It was still hard to tell, sometimes--although they'd been traveling together for several weeks--but looking back at his companion, Wyatt found him with his arms crossed, glaring at the expanse of black ice in front of them, so he thought it was a good bet.
Wyatt sighed and gestured at the frozen river, the ice glittering in the light of the full moon. "Even I know that could take days--if we even found one--and we don't exactly have that kind of time."
"The other side is at least five hundred yards away!" Tseer argued, clicking his beak in annoyance. "We don't know how thick the ice is, or how fast the water is moving beneath it. It looks like another blizzard might be moving in. If you would just let me fight the redcaps--"
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Hypothermia
Breakthrough | The Room Where It Happened (Podcast) | Tseer/Wyatt
Rated M for sexual content
"I don't see why we can't find a better crossing upstream," said Tseer, sullen, from behind Wyatt. Or, at least Wyatt thought he sounded sullen. It was still hard to tell, sometimes--although they'd been traveling together for several weeks--but looking back at his companion, Wyatt found him with his arms crossed, glaring at the expanse of black ice in front of them, so he thought it was a good bet.
Wyatt sighed and gestured at the frozen river, the ice glittering in the light of the full moon. "Even I know that could take days--if we even found one--and we don't exactly have that kind of time."
"The other side is at least five hundred yards away!" Tseer argued, clicking his beak in annoyance. "We don't know how thick the ice is, or how fast the water is moving beneath it. It looks like another blizzard might be moving in. If you would just let me fight the redcaps--"
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Like the Stain of Breath Upon a Mirror
Dec. 18th, 2018 11:44 amDrabble #5 -- From this Whumptober prompt list.
Exhaustion
Like the Stain of Breath Upon a Mirror | The Room Where It Happened (Podcast) | Tseer/Wyatt
Wyatt is sitting in a chair, elbows on knees and hands in his hair, when Tseer shuffles into the room. When he looks up, his eyes are red-rimmed and his features pinched, as if he is in pain. Well, Tseer thinks, I suppose he would be.
"I felt..." Wyatt gestures to his neck, unwilling to form the words. Tseer nods wearily. He tries to work past the lump in his throat because even though Corra healed him swallowing still hurts and aarakocra can't cry, dammit, but his face feels flushed under his feathers and his breathing is ragged and wet and his legs are shaking under his weight.
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Exhaustion
Like the Stain of Breath Upon a Mirror | The Room Where It Happened (Podcast) | Tseer/Wyatt
Wyatt is sitting in a chair, elbows on knees and hands in his hair, when Tseer shuffles into the room. When he looks up, his eyes are red-rimmed and his features pinched, as if he is in pain. Well, Tseer thinks, I suppose he would be.
"I felt..." Wyatt gestures to his neck, unwilling to form the words. Tseer nods wearily. He tries to work past the lump in his throat because even though Corra healed him swallowing still hurts and aarakocra can't cry, dammit, but his face feels flushed under his feathers and his breathing is ragged and wet and his legs are shaking under his weight.
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caramelchameleon, I'm gonna see if I can't post up weekly summaries of neat things I've seen and done, so as to "encourage cross pollination", as they put it. So.
On Dreamwidth
shipperslist posted this really cool Whumptober prompt list. Is it way past October? Yeah. Am I probably gonna use it as inspiration for some of my drabbles anyway? Also yes.
g_uava posted in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fictional_fans some meta regarding "closed" versus "open" canons (i.e. canon that still produces content, versus canon that has ended). There's some discussion happening in the comments, but mostly it made me think about the fandoms I care about and how I would classify their canons.
solarbird has been spreading around this master list of master lists of communities here on DW. Many of the lists haven't actually been updated very recently, but some of you may find it helpful!
I'm still subscribed tothe_great_tumblr_purge and addme_fandom to build up my subscribe list. Tumblr has me INCREDIBLY spoiled with regards to breadth of feed.
Elsewhere
Episode 57 of The Room Where It Happened is up! This week, Tseer has a good good dream, Tessa does what Tessa does best, and everyone else tries to clean up the mess the two of them started.
Georgia Tennant continues to be the hero we don't deserve.
An interesting article about the mirror test and cognition in animals.
This Week's Drabbles
Abrazo (RWIH, Tseer/Wyatt)
Sanguine (RWIH, Corra/Otto)
Ivy League (FtL, Merril/Max)
Something To Hold On To (RWIH, Tseer/Wyatt)
caramelchameleon, I'm gonna see if I can't post up weekly summaries of neat things I've seen and done, so as to "encourage cross pollination", as they put it. So.On Dreamwidth
shipperslist posted this really cool Whumptober prompt list. Is it way past October? Yeah. Am I probably gonna use it as inspiration for some of my drabbles anyway? Also yes.g_uava posted in fictional_fans some meta regarding "closed" versus "open" canons (i.e. canon that still produces content, versus canon that has ended). There's some discussion happening in the comments, but mostly it made me think about the fandoms I care about and how I would classify their canons.solarbird has been spreading around this master list of master lists of communities here on DW. Many of the lists haven't actually been updated very recently, but some of you may find it helpful!I'm still subscribed to
the_great_tumblr_purge and addme_fandom to build up my subscribe list. Tumblr has me INCREDIBLY spoiled with regards to breadth of feed.Elsewhere
Episode 57 of The Room Where It Happened is up! This week, Tseer has a good good dream, Tessa does what Tessa does best, and everyone else tries to clean up the mess the two of them started.
Georgia Tennant continues to be the hero we don't deserve.
An interesting article about the mirror test and cognition in animals.
This Week's Drabbles
Abrazo (RWIH, Tseer/Wyatt)
Sanguine (RWIH, Corra/Otto)
Ivy League (FtL, Merril/Max)
Something To Hold On To (RWIH, Tseer/Wyatt)
Something To Hold On To
Dec. 16th, 2018 01:33 pmDrabble #4 -- Unprompted
Something To Hold On To | The Room Where It Happened (Podcast) | Tseer/Wyatt
Tseer woke to the feeling of somebody watching him. He kept his eyes closed, and his body limp, getting his bearings. He was laying on his side in the makeshift bed he and Wyatt had created in one room of the Sands club. One arm was curled under his head, and the other was resting across Wyatt's waist. He had one leg hooked around Wyatt's hip. Wyatt was breathing steadily, but not deeply. The rest of the room was still and quiet. There weren't even the usual sounds of people coming and going out in the hallway, which meant it had to be very late.
"It's just me," said Wyatt softly. Tseer relaxed his shoulders and opened his eyes, starting a little when he found Wyatt's brown ones inches from his own. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
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Something To Hold On To | The Room Where It Happened (Podcast) | Tseer/Wyatt
Tseer woke to the feeling of somebody watching him. He kept his eyes closed, and his body limp, getting his bearings. He was laying on his side in the makeshift bed he and Wyatt had created in one room of the Sands club. One arm was curled under his head, and the other was resting across Wyatt's waist. He had one leg hooked around Wyatt's hip. Wyatt was breathing steadily, but not deeply. The rest of the room was still and quiet. There weren't even the usual sounds of people coming and going out in the hallway, which meant it had to be very late.
"It's just me," said Wyatt softly. Tseer relaxed his shoulders and opened his eyes, starting a little when he found Wyatt's brown ones inches from his own. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
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Ivy League
Dec. 14th, 2018 10:51 amDrabble #3 -- From this prompt set on writers_muses:
"I won't go into the details, but..."
Ivy League | Follow the Leader (Podcast) | Arc 9.1 | Merril/Max
"Look out, here comes Maximum Damage!"
Max sighed and plopped down next to Merril, dangling her feet over the edge of the ramp. Instead of answering right away, she handed Merril one of the coffees she'd picked up from Dunkin' Donuts on the way to the skate park. Merril took it gratefully, wrapping her fingers around the steaming cup.
"So, you heard about that, huh?" Max asked, although the words fell flatly from her lips, more of a statement than a question.
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writers_muses:"I won't go into the details, but..."
Ivy League | Follow the Leader (Podcast) | Arc 9.1 | Merril/Max
"Look out, here comes Maximum Damage!"
Max sighed and plopped down next to Merril, dangling her feet over the edge of the ramp. Instead of answering right away, she handed Merril one of the coffees she'd picked up from Dunkin' Donuts on the way to the skate park. Merril took it gratefully, wrapping her fingers around the steaming cup.
"So, you heard about that, huh?" Max asked, although the words fell flatly from her lips, more of a statement than a question.
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Drabble #2 -- From this prompt set on writers_muses:
Sanguine
Sanguine | The Room Where It Happened (Podcast) | Corra/Otto
"The color of the night is sanguine, sibling, and the mob is ready to play the game."
Otto pinched the bridge of their nose.
"Corra, you can just say that everyone is in position," they sighed into the key. "We've been over this."
"Negative, Upright," came the reply. "Can't let the moon pigs roast our birds of a feather."
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writers_muses:Sanguine
Sanguine | The Room Where It Happened (Podcast) | Corra/Otto
"The color of the night is sanguine, sibling, and the mob is ready to play the game."
Otto pinched the bridge of their nose.
"Corra, you can just say that everyone is in position," they sighed into the key. "We've been over this."
"Negative, Upright," came the reply. "Can't let the moon pigs roast our birds of a feather."
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Drabble #1 -- From writers_muses, prompt set here:
"I do believe you're blushing."
Abrazo | The Room Where It Happened (Podcast) | Tseer/Wyatt
No matter how many of these events Tseer attended with Wyatt, they always made him uncomfortable. The tight press of people wearing clothes worth more than his life, the din of a hundred voices bouncing off the walls and the too-clean polished floors--it was all together too loud and too cramped for his rural blood. And as much as Wyatt said that he didn't care what anyone else thought, that he never wanted Tseer feel like he didn't belong, Tseer was painfully aware that every movement he made, every word that came out of his mouth betrayed him as an outsider. It was much easier to play the bodyguard, to fade into Wyatt's shadow and become invisible to everyone, just another plebeian here to serve Luume's finest and brightest.
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writers_muses, prompt set here:"I do believe you're blushing."
Abrazo | The Room Where It Happened (Podcast) | Tseer/Wyatt
No matter how many of these events Tseer attended with Wyatt, they always made him uncomfortable. The tight press of people wearing clothes worth more than his life, the din of a hundred voices bouncing off the walls and the too-clean polished floors--it was all together too loud and too cramped for his rural blood. And as much as Wyatt said that he didn't care what anyone else thought, that he never wanted Tseer feel like he didn't belong, Tseer was painfully aware that every movement he made, every word that came out of his mouth betrayed him as an outsider. It was much easier to play the bodyguard, to fade into Wyatt's shadow and become invisible to everyone, just another plebeian here to serve Luume's finest and brightest.
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Hello! I'm Danielle (she/they), long-time fandom nerd and internet layabout.
I've been adjacent to fandom since ~2003, but really dug into it in early 2012 when I joined Tumblr for the first time. Since then, my fandom interest has waxed and waned, and changed quite a bit. I've made gifsets, read fic (so much fic), written fic, gone all-out on tagfic and meta discussion, and flailed about Superwholock (ugh). Nowadays I mostly beta fic for others, although I've got a couple of pet projects that I'm working on.
The list of things that I am fixated on in the moment changes on a fairly regular basis, but I will always call Doctor Who and Animorphs my home. Other fannish interests include, but are not limited to: podcasts (The Adventure Zone, Friends at the Table, Follow the Leader, MBMBAM, Sawbones, and Welcome to Night Vale), tabletop roleplaying games of all kinds, the Gallifrey audio dramas by Big Finish, Steven Universe, and a smattering of MCU (Matt Murdock- and Tony Stark-centric)
Offline, I'm a 28-year-old in the US with a nerdy husband, two cats, a great dane, and a red-tailed hawk. I have a Ph.D. in chemistry and love science in all its forms. My husband and I regularly participate in our local chapter of the SCA, a medieval reenactment group. I love to cook and craft and explore outdoors.
A while ago, a group of my friends started a game of D&D, and not long after that our game became a podcast. The Room Where It Happened is an actual-play podcast set in a magic-punk noir aesthetic fantasy city, and I play the smol angry birb monk, Tseer Darkfeather. I write fic for it, mostly because I am incredibly excited about it and choose to Be The Fic I Want To See.
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