#ria hawke

[brennacedria]

Sometimes I just stare at this picture. It's one of my favorite things I've ever gotten myself.

And with your soft fingers between my claws / Like purity against resolve

[mxanigel]

OC tag game

tagged by @mxkelsifer, thank you! no-pressure tagging @milesmentis, @galfrey, @spindleweedss, and @dr-paine to play

favorite oc - They're all special to me, but current favorite is a tie between Shion Miller and Neri Surana

newest oc - Winter Shepard-- wait, no, Ria Hawke

oldest oc - Neri, albeit not in their current form

meanest oc - Hmmm. Probably Winter. With Dana Hawke a close second.

softest oc - Every OC has at least some steel in them, but Aryn Lavellan and Shion can be quite soft

most aloof/standoffish oc - Winter

dumbest (affectionate) oc - Dana, though say that to her face and you'll end up very hurt (tbf I tend to write intelligent OCs, making this a somewhat challenging pick)

smartest oc - Uhhhh… Aryn and Shion, perhaps?

horniest oc - Winter, though Heather Cousland is up there

oc you'd bang - none of them; this thought has never crossed my mind before 😅

oc you'd be best friends with irl - I really don't know! I expect I'd be friends with most of them, but best friends? Shion and Neri and I might get on each other's nerves too much for that. Or just be a trio with raging imposter syndrome. Lynn Shepard's a good candidate, though I'd struggle with her military-ness.

[lalenrasch]

BNHA Pet pals 🐍🐭🐕🐟🐑🐱🐸🐰

each character with a pet🌸🌻

[agendabymooner]

✦ 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 !!! 𝐥𝐧𝟒 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ✦

summary: hannah-sue ‘honey’ lewis is so much like her sideman brother with the exception of the fact that she didn’t watch formula one as much as she used to back when she had her crush on mercedes driver michael schumacher in 2010.

lando norris never considered anything a miracle, but when he found out that his youtuber crush was somewhere in his party on the verge of passing out, he couldn’t help but label this unfortunate event as a work of an angel.

content warning: social anxiety, mentions of alcohol + nicotine consumption, use of explicit language, humour (possibly more mature), formula one x sidemen content (HEAVY ON FORMULA ONE THAN YOUTUBE UK), chatfic + social media post. more content warning to be added.

(SET ON 2022)

masterlist

note: lemme cook for a little 😮‍💨 i watch a lot of sidemen and the fact that they know a lot of f1 (and willne’s literally friends with lando) just gave me hopes on a crossover

⎯ 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 (𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰)

●•●•● 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐇-𝐒𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐒 aka honey-sue: DISASTER SISTER. youtuber (50 million views in her crossbar challenge video against her brother — who had a 71 million views on his sidemen one) known for being the less problematic and funniest counterpart of wroetoshaw. had the fattest crush on michael schumacher back when he drove for mercedes now she has her eyes on his carbon copy (only for a short while). despite being funny and foul mouthed on her videos, she can’t help but dislike socializing and attending parties.

●•●•● 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒 ⁴: DISASTER SIMP. has had a crush on honey sue since she started doing some youtube videos in 2018 with the sidemen. he isn’t being nice to get closer — he just didn’t want her to be uncomfortable around him and his friends. he should’ve ended the party as soon as the disaster happened.

●•●•● 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐒: DISASTER PROTECTIVE MEN. all of them have collaborated with honey-sue one way or another — but mostly under the main channel of sidemen.

●•●•● 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐒 aka wroetoshaw: only a year older than honey-sue. no, he loves him not in a guernsey way. stop making those jokes about them. he only means well.

𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈 aka ksi: has made it a mission to buy honey-sue anything she wants after she confronted him about being called a sket in the wroetoshaw diss track. doesn’t even bother to fuck around and find out with her anymore.

●•●•● 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅: british youtubers willne, theburntchip, calfreezy, beta squad, yung filly, quadrant (ria bish + max fewtrell), nella rose, harry pinero, johnny carey

●•●•● 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐀 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒: DISASTER GRID AND SEBASTIAN VETTEL (SOME HAVE DISASTER STRATEGIES). everyone are set on making the girl feel welcomed and comfortable as they found out that lando is set on winning her heart. alex albon definitely knows who she is as he found a storage box full of her merch once in lando’s bedroom. lando just hopes they don’t fuck things up for him.

⎯ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨)

every summertime ; niki

crush ; tessa violet

striptease ; carwash

late night talking ; harry styles

pretty lips ; winehouse

honey ; samia ft. maya hawke

you don’t have to be alone ; summerdrive

she way out ; the 1975

i’m in love with you ; the 1975

when i met you ; apo hiking society

loverboy ; a-wall

leaves ; ben&ben

bad texter ; ryan woods

last friday night (tgif) ; katy perry

why can’t we be friends ; the academic

hey barbara ; iv of spades

take a chance on me ; abba

she’s so high ; tal bachman

flight ; postcard boy

fall ; ben&ben

i broke my neck when i fell for you ; remy

sunkissed ; khai dreams

4ever ; lany

maybe the night ; ben&ben

[sad-ghost-of-garbage]

Lost boys drabble

Author: SadGhostofGarbage

This is a request based on this post from @ria-coolgirl I hope you like it!

Paul was crouched in front of the little girl playing a game of peekaboo, in an attempt to comfort the crying child. Marko joined in by moving his hands back and forth in front of his face, changing his expression every time his face was covered. Together the two blondes managed to get the child to giggle and laugh, whatever she was upset about was forgotten.

Meanwhile Dwayne watched with a bleeding heart, he was proud that he had such caring brothers but was filled with rising anger, how could that girl’s parents just ignore their child? She was obviously upset about something!

David could sense Dwayne’s temper rising and he put a hand on the brunet’s shoulder, “Reign it in big guy, or do you need to step outside?”

“You better not cause any problems!” Max snaps from his place behind the counter as he watched the rowdy gang like a hawk watches prey. David shoots the man a hard glare,

“Dwayne isn’t going to be a problem, are you Dwayne?” The brunet grit his teeth and he felt his temper flare, but refrained from snarling and flashing his fangs when David squeezed his shoulder. Dwayne shook his head with a quick,

“No” he made his way out of the video store. David held Max’s gaze, a silent challenge. David smirked as the Head vampire grew outraged at the clear challenge of authority. David, satisfied with his display of power, tells the two blondes that it’s time to go. The three exit the video store, and meet their brother by their rides. Dwayne was angry, the others could tell. They could feel it, however the only physical indication that Dwayne was worked up was the fact that he was smoking a cigarette. David walks over to the brunet giving him a brief hug, that had the terror twins snickering in the background, followed by a middle finger from Dwayne as he hugged David.

“Look D, I know you have a soft spot for kids but we can’t keep em’ all. The three we have is already enough.” Dwayne sighs and nods.

“Three? Since when do we have three?” Paul asked confused.

“Well there’s Laddie, Marko and you, so that makes three.” Dwayne says while snubbing his cigarette and mounting his bike so they could leave. Paul’s mouth falls open and both blondes start protesting.

“Enough, we’re leaving now.” David orders and the two prepare to leave grumbling under their breath the whole time.

Taglist: @britany1997 @henhouse-horrors

[cantsayidont]

Recentish movies of note, or not:

BOTTOMS: Ridiculous "teen" comedy about two gay high school losers, PJ (Rachel Sennott, who also co-wrote with director Emma Seligman) and Josie (Ayo Edebiri), who seize on a rumor about their having been in juvenile detention to start an after-school "self-defense club," in the hope that introducing the school's hottest cheerleaders to the cathartic thrill of girls beating the shit out of each other will finally give these hopeless (and ho-less) virgins a chance to score. So silly that complaining about the stupidity of the plot seems a tad churlish, but the story misses some obvious comedic opportunities, and despite the premise, the film eventually becomes far more interested in cartoonish violence than sex. If you dig the overall vibe, you might not care, but as a gay teen sex comedy, it's ultimately less successful (and less outrageous) than BOOKSMART, even though only one of the latter film's teen loser heroines is gay.

DO REVENGE: Black comedy homage to the teen comedies of the '90s and early '00s, inspired in part by the 1951 movie version of STRANGERS ON A TRAIN, about a disgraced prep school popular girl, Drea (Camila Mendes), who joins forces with gay weirdo Eleanor (Maya Hawke) to avenge herself on her former friends and find out who leaked her sex tape — a plan that involves giving Eleanor a makeover so she can infiltrate the popular kids. Hawke is a delight, Mendes is very good, and the homoerotic tension of their odd relationship makes the movie fun for a while, especially if you appreciate the many self-conscious homages to prior teen movies. However, a major reveal late in the second act makes hash of the already sloppy plot, and the finale is both nonsensical and as antisemitic as STRANGERS ON A TRAIN author Patricia Highsmith, which leaves a sour aftertaste.

IT'S A WONDERFUL KNIFE: Bizarre slasher movie pastiche of IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE, about a teenage girl named Winnie Carruthers (Jane Widdop of YELLOWJACKETS), who kills the masked serial killer who's been terrorizing the small town of Angel Falls and murdered her best friend (Hana Huggins) at Christmastime. A year later, everyone in town seems to have gotten over it except Winnie, who's miserable. On Christmas Eve, she's magically transported into an alternate timeline where she was never born and the masked slasher has continued murdering people, including Winnie's brother (Aiden Howard). To set things right, Winnie has to stop the villain all over again with the help of Bernie Simon (Jess McLeod), the town outcast and the only one who believes her story. Not scary, gruesome, or suspenseful enough to be much of a horror movie, but there are enough grisly murders to make the comedic holiday fantasy aspects seem a trifle sociopathic, and a late reveal that the killer has supernatural powers beyond just stabbing or slashing people feels like one ingredient too many in an already convoluted plot. The main redeeming feature is that it's ultimately a gay love story, which I wasn't expecting, but appreciated nonetheless.

THE KILL ROOM: Uma Thurman, Samuel L. Jackson, Joe Manganiello, and Maya Hawke go slumming in this dumb black comedy about a handsome hitman named Reggie (Manganiello) who becomes the sensation of the art world after his mob intermediary (Jackson) concocts a scheme to launder Reggie's payments by selling his abstract paintings (under the nom de plume "the Bagman") through a burned-out, Adderall-snorting art dealer (Thurman). Intended satire of the cutthroat vacuity of the art world lacks bite and no part of the plot makes any sense, but sheer star power gets the movie through about half its 80-minute running time before the banality becomes terminal.

POLITE SOCIETY: Silly British action-comedy by Nida Manzoor (creator of WE ARE LADY PARTS) about Ria Khan (Priya Kansara, delightful), a Pakistani teenager who aspires to be a stuntwoman, and her quest to save her flaky art student older sister Lena (Ritu Arya, radiant) from marrying a handsome doctor (Ashay Khanna) who seems a little too good to be true. It looks great, and the characters are very charming, but the story waits much too long to clarify the stakes of the plot: Until the finale, we don't know if Lena is actually in any danger or if Ria is just letting her imagination run away with her, and that uncertainty becomes an unwelcome distraction in the later action sequences. As a result, it feels more like an update of the John Hughes perennial SIXTEEN CANDLES than the over-the-top action movie it obviously aspires to be.

SHIVA BABY: Low-key but vivid comedy of manners, written and directed by Emma Seligman, starring Rachel Sennott as Danielle, a bisexual 20something Jewish girl who secretly pays her bills as a sugar baby. When she goes with her parents (Fred Melamed and Polly Draper) to a shiva, she finds herself trapped with not only her most annoying relatives, but also her disgruntled ex-girlfriend (Molly Gordon), her current sugar daddy (Danny Deferrari), his gorgeous blond wife (Dianna Agron), and their new baby. Seligman milks every awkward nuance of this uncomfortable social situation for maximum dramatic effect, and the tension of the final scene (which is nothing more complicated than the characters trying to squeeze into the back of Danielle's father's minivan) will drive you right up the wall.

VOLEUSES (WINGWOMEN): Is it really possible for a 40-year-old Frenchwoman living in the 21st century to not know that lesbians exist? One wouldn't think so, but watching this jokey buddy-action movie suggests that director/co-writer/star Mélanie Laurent desperately needs some kind of educational intervention in that regard. This is for all intents and purposes a lesbian romance: Master thieves Carole (Laurent) and Alex (Adèle Exarchopoulos) live together, routinely sleep in the same bed, and plan to retire together; they constantly express their love and affection for one another, and when Carole discovers that she's pregnant (the hows of which are never explained), Alex immediately assumes that they'll be moms together. Nonetheless, the story not only attempts to no-homo this cozy domestic scenario, but also presumes that there's no way Carole and Alex's relationship could ever be the de facto marriage it obviously already is — indeed, a crucial story moment involves Carole tearfully wishing she were a man so she could love Alex the way she deserves! If the movie had been made 50+ years ago, this might be poignant, but in 2023, it's just weird, and the resulting cognitive dissonance largely overshadows the thin plot, which concerns Carole and Alex trying to persuade their bitchy, cheerfully murderous employer Marraine (Isabelle Adjani, barely recognizable beneath her big hair and oversized sunglasses) to let them retire, while training a younger woman named Sam (Manon Bresch) to become their driver and the ambiguously defined third in their domestic ménage à trois.

[prettyniji]

luxiem + shoto with reader that can play the violin? :)))

authors note: thank you so much for requesting !! i love the violin so much i wish i could play (〃ꇴ〃) i hope you enjoy my writing ! this is such a specific request so sorry if they are too short (っ◞‸◟ c)

all writing is mine and mine only !! no reposting ,,, this isnt proofread very well sorry for any mistakes or typos !

characters: vox akuma; mysta rias; ike eveland; luca kaneshiro; shu yamino; shxtou

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ luxiem & shoto; you play violin ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ʚɞ vox akuma ʚɞ

would be so proud of your skills and how far you've come with the instrument

might ask you to record you playing some violin for behind one of his asmr streams ପ(⑅ˊᵕˋ⑅)ଓ

vox is the type to brag about you playing violin to everyone he talks to, no one is safe from hearing about how proud he is of you

when you practice playing, he sits near you and just watches you adoringly, maybe even recording you practicing because he thinks you look so beautiful when you are immersed in the music

more under the cut!

ʚɞ mysta rias ʚɞ

his stream has gotten used to hearing soft violin from outside of his room

the first time you practiced while he was streaming, chat asked if he still had music on in the background, to which mysta had to explain that you're practicing a few pieces in the next room (´｡• ◡ •｡`) ♡

i don't think he would watch you play as to not be a distraction or bother you, but when you finish he would come into the room and tell you how well you played

ʚɞ ike eveland ʚɞ

another one to ask you to play for some background music for his streams !!

might purposely stream while you are practicing just so he can talk to chat and have your music in the background

would write poems or novels while you play, as you are his muse and bring him inspiration whenever you play ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

would definitely say you should get further lessons and possibly play in competitions, and he would go to every single show ♡︎

ʚɞ luca kaneshiro ʚɞ

luca's a big scary mafia boss, so i can imagine whenever he has meetings he has you play music, or at parties you provide music along with kisses for him ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

no doubt watches you like a hawk though, you're his pride and joy so he doesn't let too many people know about you to not endanger you (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

if you have violin competitions or shows he might either go undercover, or forget to go undercover and scare away the audience, OR would buy out the entire theatre so you only play for him ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅

ʚɞ shu yamino ʚɞ

another one to go to shows !! might even learn some piano so you can play together like some your lie in april type shit .. except neither of u die .

would love for you to teach him how to play too, making it a small hobby in which he gets to spend more time with you ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡

but he mainly prefers to watch you play and get lost in the music, believing that you look best when you are in the moment playing violin ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

ʚɞ shoto ʚɞ

shoto is the type to learn how to play the instrument in secret, so he can surprise you and impress you (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)

would also love for you to maybe collab with him, where you play violin and he sings with it!!

when you practice he would hum along with the instrument if he knows the piece

would ask you to play the howl's moving castle song so he can use it in the background of some of his streams ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

thank you for reading and i'm sorry they are really short ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀)

[izzuku]

WAIT, WHAT?

summary: characters as things people have done or said to me that really made my heart flutter

c/w: some of them are suggestive, some are just fluff so if anyone is uncomfortable with the suggestive part please do not read <3, mentions of alcohol also, gender neutral (just "you" and "he/him" pronouns for the boys) (kaeya is in every part wtf)

characters: some fandoms (i really thought about it but I cannot get them out of my head so yeah) nijisanji EN (luxiem), genshin men and mha boys(?

a/n: I was bored and I remembered this one post of someone making this and I thought about making it since I have a lot of stories about crushes and tension between me and other people, so enjoy! (Keep in mind,all of those did not happen only with men. I have been the love victim of women, men and non-binary people) ♡ THIS IS JUST MY OPINION PLEASE DON'T GET MAD

☼ Meeting someone close to your friend. You try to introduce yourself with a handshake but he takes your hand in his and kisses the back of it while staring directly into your eyes.

Vox Akuma, Ayato, Kaeya, Albedo, Kazuha, Diluc, Dainsleif Zhongli, Denki, Hawks, Sero, Shoto T.

☼He sits next to you in a premise, barely hearing anything because of the music. You know he's drunk but you ask him if he's okay. He responds with: “Do you want the truth or a lie? The truth is that I want to kiss you right now, the lie is that I'm sober.”

Luca Kaneshiro, Shxtou, Kaeya, Venti, Itto, Denki, Izuku, Eijiro, Sero, Hawks, Tetsutetsu

☼You're drunk, same goes for the one who is on top of you, his chest against your back. You start laughing and the moment you turn to look at him, you stare at each other, wanting to kiss in the middle of the friend group.

Vox Akuma, Shxtou, Mysta Rias, Kazuha, Venti, Tartaglia, Aether, Itto, Izuku, Eijiro, Sero, Hawks

☼ You're just rambling about something with your friends. You notice his gaze stuck on you but before you can speak, he just says out loud: “Your nose is so pretty, I love it.”

Ike Eveland, Luca Kaneshiro, Shu Yamino, Mysta Rias, Aether, Albedo, Kazuha, Kaeya, Izuku, Shoto T, Mirio, Eijiro, Ojiro, Tokoyami (is actually Dark Shadow who voices his thoughts)

☼Playing spin the bottle, it ends with you and him. You're not uncomfortable kissing anyone but when you crawl a bit, settling so you can kiss him correctly, instead of getting closer, his hand wraps around your nape, pulling you to him so he can have that sweet kiss.

Vox Akuma (this man, ugh..), Mysta Rias, Kaeya, Diluc, Tartaglia, Xiao, Katsuki, Dabi, Shigaraki, Hawks, Denki, Monoma

☼Just strolling down the street, concentrated in not stepping on the lines, you feel an arm around your shoulder, his body really close to yours, and out of nowhere he goes: “Look how cute you are.”

Ike Eveland, Vox Akuma, Luca Kaneshiro, Shu Yamino, Kaeya, Thoma, Ayato, Kazuha, Mirio, Dabi, Denki (supportive bf really), Eijiro

☼You just have met him a couple hours ago. A nice friend of your friend. Hours pass and you get closer to him, dancing with him in the attic while everyone else is enjoying the party. In the end, you're so interested in each other that he lends you his clothes so you sleep comfortably as his arms wrap around your waist and his body spoons you.

Vox Akuma (maybe), Diluc, Itto, Tartaglia, Thoma, Dabi, (I can't think of any more mha characters)

☼After a long night, you wake up really sleepy along with your friends. You see him and slowly you crawl towards him, just asking for permission before he lets you lay on his chest, his hand caressing your head as you drift again in a peaceful slumber.

Vox Akuma (im so sorry, I just adore him), Luca Kaneshiro, Shu Yamino, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Kazuha, Itto, Xiao, Thoma, Izuku, Eijiro, Hawks, Sero, Katsuki, Mirio

☼The music is loud, the cheers of your friends while dancing on the dancefloor hype you up, the songs playing have that beat that makes your hips move and roll, and when you least expect it, you feel his two hands grabbing your hips, his trousers just hitting your ass as you move your body to the beat, letting him hold you.

Vox Akuma (you cannot tell me otherwise), Mysta Rias, Tartaglia, Kaeya, Hawks, Dabi, Katsuki, Sero, Shindo

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Inigo part 5!!!)

Inigo: *explained things to Vilkas, Farkas, Skjor, and Aela while Ria and Kodlak entertain Lucia* ...it might be a minute or two before she returns.

Aela: *huffs* What an idiot. To insult the Dragonslayer's kin...

Vilkas: *watching Lucia like a hawk* Hmph.

Skjor: *shakes his head* Her business is her own, Vilkas.

Vilkas: *grunts at having been caught in his anger at not being told she had a kid, crossing his arms* Whatever.

Farkas: Thanks for letting us know. *pats Inigo on the shoulder* Kodlak should be all right for the time being.

Inigo: Of course. Are her efforts making a difference?

Farkas: *sighs through his nose* It's keeping it at bay... but that's the most she can do.

Aela: It's progressed too far to combat at this point, even with her powers. At most, it's giving him less aches and pains.

Inigo: *sighs, ears pulling back* I am sorry. I wish there was more to be done. And I am certain she feels the same.

Skjor: *shakes his head* What's done is done. Can't change that. How is she holding up outside Jorrvaskr?

Inigo: She is exhausted whenever she comes home. Lucia and I were going about getting her a gift when her Aunt arrived.

Vilkas: A gift, ey?

Inigo: Oh yes! Do any of you have any ideas? She does not need any more jewelry, and we often have delicious meals together. I cannot think of anything else she may want.

Farkas: Was workin' on somethin' hand carved for her.

Inigo: I feel that is more Kaidan's wheelhouse than my own, and I do not want Lucia to injure herself while making anything.

Skjor: *raises an eyebrow curiously* Hm. Responsible of you.

Inigo: Well-

Lucia: *giggles and runs over to Inigo, tugging on his pants with a beaming smile* Papa, papa! Ms. Ria and I drew a picture!

Trio + Skjor: "Papa"?!

Inigo: *gives them a dry look before kneeling down to her* Let me see! Oooh... is that us here?

Lucia: Mhm!

Inigo: You are very skilled in drawing! I particularly love how large Mr. Dragonfly is. He does too!

Lucia: Hehe! *hugs Inigo around his neck before hurrying back to Ria*

Inigo: *carefully folds up the drawing and pockets it* You may close your mouths- you would not want to catch any flies!

Vilkas: When did you two get married?!

Inigo: *sighs* We are not. We are sharing responsibility with Allora for taking care of Lucia. Lucia calls all of us- Taliesin, Kaidan, Lucien, and I- papa. We are still only courting Allora.

Skjor: *rubs his temples as he feels the other three stewing in anger* Never gonna hear the end of this...

[workersolidarity]

🇷🇺🇺🇦 🚨

⚡SPECIAL MILITARY OPERATION DECEMBER 6TH, 2023⚡

Via@RiaNovosti

Special operation, December 7. Main:

◾️The Ukrainian Ministry of Defense is asking the United States, where they cannot agree on funding for Kiev, for THAAD missile defense systems, F/A-18 Hornet fighters, Apache and Black Hawk helicopters, as well as C-130 Hercules and C-17 Globemaster military transport aircraft, Reuters reports

◾️One of the means of destroying the F-16s transferred to Ukraine will be the unique 40N6 long-range missiles for the S-400 air defense system, which are already successfully used in special operations, an informed source told RIA Novosti

◾️Russian armed forces, with the support of artillery, disrupted the rotation of the Armed Forces of Ukraine and the supply of ammunition near Staromayorsky in the southern Donetsk direction, Oleg Chekhov, head of the press center of the Vostok group, told RIA Novosti

◾️The drone was detected and intercepted by electronic warfare systems in the Voronezh region, there were no casualties or destruction, the governor said

◾️According to the Russian Ministry of Defense, Ukrainian troops lost more than 800 servicemen in all directions in one day. Russian units destroyed 13 enemy armored vehicles and 14 howitzers

◾️Operational-tactical and army aviation, drones, missile forces and artillery of groups of troops of the Russian Armed Forces hit ammunition and weapons depots, manpower and military equipment of the Armed Forces of Ukraine in 121 district. Air defense systems shot down a Su-25 attack aircraft and 27 Ukrainian drones

#source

@WorkerSolidarityNews

[danco110]

“Glint hawk approaching, commander.”

Ria Ivor looked up from her map, and saw one of her scouts pointing to a strange bird on the horizon. The creature gleamed in the sun, causing Ria to scowl.

“That’s no glint hawk,” she sighed. “The skies have changed for the worse.”

“Orders, ma’am?” asked the scout.

“…Let’s move out. If it pursues, shoot it down. But let’s not draw any attention to ourselves that we don’t have to.”

The scout nodded, then called to his squadmates. A short while later, Ria and her team were again headed down the road, away from the hawk, who had coincidentally changed course away from them, as though it had heard Ria’s order.

—

“One of Elesh Norn’s scout raptors approaching, commander.”

Ria willed her mount to rise. Leaning up from atop her vantage, fused to the back of her compleated steed, she saw yet another metallic bird hovering overhead, much to her chagrin.

“Ugh. Just…” Ria waved a metal claw at the porcelain-plated Phyrexian who had spotted the corrupted bird. “Throw something at it! A spell, a rock, I don’t care. I want it knocked out of the sky!”

The scout-turned-centurion startled, instinctively following orders and aiming a javelin at the flying creature, even as he spoke in weak protest.

“Er…are you sure, ma’am? I mean, it belongs to the Mother of Machines. And I…you…”

Ria stared silently at the centurion. After a brief standoff, the scout shrugged, and flung his spear with all his might. The raptor overhead let loose a single surprised squawk before the javelin pierced its metal plating. As the bird fell back to earth with a satisfying crash, Ria nodded to her subordinate.

“I know. But I don’t care whether they’re Norn’s or not; I still hate those things.”

The centurion uttered a quiet laugh before he caught himself. “Y-You know best, commander.”

Ria raised an eyebrow. “Me? Not Norn?”

“Er…well…you know…”

Ria smirked at the squirming centurion, clearly taking great pleasure in the other Phyrexian’s discomfort.

[brennacedria]

Look at how beautiful @needlesslycryptic made my Ria! Thank you again, so so much! 🥰

[mxanigel]

for the wrapped oc game: Crater Lake by Lady Lamb?

[send me a song from your Spotify Wrapped and I'll match it to an OC]

Lady Lamb - Crater Lake

Thank you! 💜

I listened to this a few times. Honestly, it gave me strong "hey I just want to rest here with you, as we are, as close as possible" vibes. Which made me think of Ria Hawke and her relationship with Loghain. Now I want them to slip away after the dust settles at the Winter Palace, after their quiet moment on a terrace. They somehow find an isolated natural pool under the moonlight for just the two of them. They swim; Loghain builds a fire; they snuggle together under a blanket for warmth, the fire doing little more than offering light at that point.

They know they'll have to get up and face the world again in the morning. But while the moon is in the sky, the night belongs to them alone.

[lalenrasch]

🎄⭐️Christmas Ships⭐️🎄

🎄DARIAS (Dabi x Rias)

🎄HUWUMI (Hawks x Fuyumi)

🎄KATSUYU (Katsuki x Tsuyu)

🎄IZUOCHA & IZUTOGA

[inquisimer]

for dadwc, with merrill and neria!!! late-night/sleep-deprived conversations from the platonic list

okay I SWEAR I looked at this and was like "oh sweet fluff, they get drunk and chat on the rooftop or smthn"

but THEN my brain veered into angst for SOME reason this isn't even CANON bc Neria leaves Kirkwall before Act III adfsjkl

ANYWAY idk if it even fills the prompt but it's prompt adjacent???

cw: clan death specifically child death (non graphic), mourning, grief

for @dadrunkwriting

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Falon’Din called for Merrill to bury each of her Clan and plant a sapling over their corpses, but the rocky soil of Sundermount lent itself to neither digging nor growth. There were more bodies than they had time to bury, anyhow.

Hawke didn’t stay. She muttered excuses about ‘appearances’ and keeping an appointment with the Knight Commander, but it was all too clear how the ghosts of Carver and Leandra danced on the pale skin of the Dalish and, simultaneously, how she help Merrill at fault for their demise. Fenris and Anders followed in her wake, united for once by their disgust and righteous spite over Merrill’s outcome.

“Ria?” Anders paused, tucked his chin into his shoulder to look at her from the corner of his eye. Neria had not moved when Hawke drew the party away; she remained, the only safe bastion amidst the trampled ferns and splintered aravels and blood. Merrill rested at her feet, a child’s head cradled in her lap, unseeing eyes staring up into the elf’s tear-glazed ones.

“Why, da’len, why why why?” She whispered, pressing her forehead against theirs. Mindless of the wound still openly weeping against her side, she clutched their body to her own and let salty tears dribble from her chin down their already cooling skin. “Why?”

“Go.” Neria didn’t look at Anders as she spoke. “Take your judgment and cowardice and run, tail tucked back to the city. I have a friend to help. You were familiar with the concept, once.”

“I still am,” Anders argued, even as Mari grasped his wrist and held him from Neria’s side. “But even you have to admit—“

“Go, Anders,” she spat through clenched teeth. “And do not presume to tell me what I must do.”

Hawke tugged more insistently on his wrist and Fenris huffed impatiently; Anders gave in—he always did—and followed his lover back to their segregated accommodations.

Neria stayed with Merrill. She sank to her knees and wrapped her friend in a vice-like embrace, stroking her arms where her sleeves were tattered and torn away and combing through her hair, crusted with blood and gore. She brushed the tears away and conjured moisturizer to fend off the swelling, refilled Merrill’s water skin as many times as she needed to sate her thirst.

The sun set and rose over the niche Clan Sabre had carved out on Sundermount. And it rose and set again. Merrill and Neria moved along the slope, from corpse to corpse, until the former had both cried out her guilt and regret and mustered the composure to speak the last rites into the frigid mountain air. When the last elf had been blessed with the appropriate prayer, the pair collapsed against a half-shredded aravel wheel, clutching at each other like they would drown otherwise.

“Falon,” Merrill whispered. “What can I do?”

Neria knew nothing of Dalish burial rites. She traced her fingertips in a light circuit up Merrill’s arms, across her vallaslin, over the tips of her ears, and back again. She knew nothing—but she knew enough from context clues to know that whatever the proper rites were, Merrill couldn’t do them.

And she knew from the desperate brokenness in her friend’s voice that she wouldn’t be able to make this decision.

“Come,” she said, injecting strength into her voice where there was none and standing with feigned assuredness. “You have not lived with your clan in some time, no? Their farewall comes from you, salgehsa, as you are. Not as you were, not as they were. We shall build a pyre and scatter their ashes about the Vhenadahl.”

“Oh,” Merrill hiccuped, jolting as she joined Neria on her feet. She swayed like she might after a particularly adventurous night at the Hanged Man and Neria steadied her, lacing their fingers together and winding her other arm around Neria’s waist.

“Easy, lethallin,” she murmured.

“I…Fenarel wouldn’t approve.”

Neria pressed her lips together, fighting back the snarky response that threatened to spill over. If Fenarel truly cared of what happened to his clan—to their bodies—he wouldn’t have run like a coward while they screamed—he wouldn’t have attacked Merrill in the first place.

But that wasn’t what Merrill needed to hear. Not now, not yet, maybe not ever.

“Fenarel isn’t here,” she said gently, as lightly as she could, fighting the implications that threatened her tone. “We have to choose. You have to choose. For your family.”

Merrill hiccuped again and Neria pulled her tight against her side, as though she could fend off the dry heaves through grip alone.

“I…” she finally managed, voice waterlogged and muffled against Neria’s soiled armor. “Yes, it’s a good idea. They’ll find better life in the Vhenadahl than they would in this wretched place.”

So they built the pyre.

Neria trekked out to the Wounded Coast and back a few times, hauling large bundles of driftwood in magical tethers until they’d constructed a platform large enough to hold the causalties. Together they placed each body atop it—stopping first to change them into clean clothes, fold their hands over their chests, close their eyes so they might be sleeping. The pile grew to the point where the had to stand on the construction to reach the top, but Merrill was out of tears for the moment. She wore a mask as convincing as any Orlesian, as though her very face had been carved from marble and placed over her actual skin.

Until they joined hands to light the pyre.

Their palms pressed together and they both drew on the Fade, intertwining their mana and bringing forth a spark that ignited the fire with more than flame; Regret and Desire and Despair flowed through their fingers, turning the flame from orange to blue to purple to indigo. The magical fire swirled about the corpses much like regular flames would; but the color was a reminder: they should be alive fault it is your fault they are not.

Merrill’s mask shattered in a thousand pieces.

Neria caught her before she face-planted into the pire and coaxed her into a seated puddle before the pyre. She gathered Merrill’s jelly-like form in a bundle and held her against her comparably smaller frame. Her hair, tugged loose from its binding, fell around Merrill’s head like a curtain and she rocked the both of them to the terrible sparking of burning corpses.

She stretched her mind to the handwritted tomes they’d secreted out of Irving’s personal library—the books deemed “dangerous” or “corrupting” for apprentices. This one spoke to the Dalish; their culture and practices and methods for managing mages. Solona brought it to her in a brief moment of but what if this was your life escapism.

“Falon’Din enaste,” she murmured, clearing her throat against the encroaching smoke. “O Falon’Din, Lethanavir, Friend of the Dead. Guide my feet, calm my soul. Lead me to my rest.”

The words steadied Merrill and her hiccuping breaths evened out, much to Neria’s relief.

“Falon’Din enaste,” she echoed, still squeezing her eyes against hot tears but turning her face toward the dying pyre. “O Falon’Din, Lethanavir, Friend of the Dead. Guide my feet, calm my soul. Lead me to my rest.”

Neria squeezed where her fingers gripped Neria’s arms and they said the words again, together. And again, and again. Until they’d said them once for each body they’d laid upon the fire.

They would need to find a pot and gather the ashes, and no doubt Hawke had wrecked a significant amount of havoc in the city, even in just the few days they’d spent adrift on the mountain. But that would all wait, if it took Neria’s last breath to hold it back.

To mourn on the run was no way to mourn at all, as Neria knew all to well. She held Merrill and dribbled water into her mouth and brought her berries and hummed her tunes and farewells when her sobbing faded out.

The world waited for no one, it was true. But it would wait for Merrill to grieve, or it would have Neria to answer to.

[aniahkazuaki]

Dias de chuva

Keigo Takami (Hawks) x S/n

Sinopse: Dias de chuva são frios, tranquilos e com leves traços de melancolia. São nos dia de chuva que S/n mais gosta de relaxar e saborear uma boa bebida quente, os sons tranquilos das gotas de chuva caindo sobre a casa e arrastando-se pelo telhado e os cheiros de umidade invade toda a cidade. Contudo, pensar que um dia de chuva séria normal tal como antes de conhecer Hawks é um completo equívoco.

Personagens: Keigo Takami

Número de palavras: 488

N/a: Chuvinha, sofázinho, chocolate quente... Eu queria tá nesse imagine :’D

  Dias de chuva são frios, tranquilos e com leves traços de melancolia. São nos dia de chuva que S/n mais gosta de relaxar e saborear uma boa bebida quente, os sons tranquilos das gotas de chuva caindo sobre a casa e arrastando-se pelo telhado e os cheiros de umidade invade toda a cidade. 

  Contudo, pensar que um dia de chuva seria normal tal como antes de conhecer Hawks é um completo equívoco. O pensamento que pássaros incomodam-se com chuva não pode está mais errado, é muito comum que eles saiam para que possam tomar banho de chuva e o Herói não podia ser diferente, o mais habitual é ver Keigo na varanda sentando de pernas cruzadas apreciando os pingos d’água caindo sobre seu corpo.

 – Você não tem medo de adoecer? _ S/n aproxima-se da porta e observa o homem no meio da chuva.

 – Eu aprecio a preocupação, querida. Entretanto, pode ficar tranquila… O meu sistema imunológico é forte. _ ele fala virando o seu rosto até onde se encontra S/n e a presenteia com um sorriso.

 – Ok então. _ ela se vira caminhando para dentro e continua falando. – Vou ter que apreciar esse chocolate quente sozinha, nesse sofá super confortável…

  A sala não era tão grande e tinha sua simplicidade, mas era arrumada e aconchegante. O apartamento pertencia a S/n, Keigo era apenas um intruso que quase nunca saía da residência.

  Quando a mulher finalmente se aconchegou no sofá não demorou para que ela notasse uma figura família e ensopada lançasse em direção a ela, arrancando de sua garganta um grito.

 – KEIGO, SAIA DE CIMA DE MIM! 

 – Ah, não seja malvada… _ reclamou ele. – Tem espaço suficiente para nós dois. 

 – SAI! VOCÊ TÁ MOLHADO E ESTRAGANDO MEU SOFÁ!!

  Com um sorriso divertido em seu rosto ele apenas permaneceu sobre S/n, o mesmo espalhava beijos em seu rosto enquanto ela debatia-se para retirá-lo do sofá e consequentemente de cima dela. Keigo, mesmo com os murros, apenas ria da situação e recusando-se a retirar-se.

 – Querida, não seja assim. _ ele falou sentando-se. – Você é tão egoísta.

  Ouvindo essas palavras a heroína chutou o namorado fazendo com que ele caísse do sofá.

 – E você é tão idiota. 

 – Ah querida, você é tão cruel… _ o homem olhou para cima enquanto fazia um beiço. – Me rejeita e me machuca.

 – Eu não sou cruel, você é um estupido! _ a (T/c) falou irritada. – Agora vá limpar o que bagunçou e se secar, do contrário você ficará doente.

  As asas avermelhadas do pró-herói se abriram e mesmo molhadas por um segundo elas pareciam majestosas, só um segundo, pois logo em seguida elas sacudiram e espalharam água por todo apartamento.

 – KEIGO! _ S/n berrou.

 – Vou ao banheiro, tchau. 

  Keigo levantou-se e correu para o banheiro, se trancando lá. S/n brigava e xingava o namorado enquanto batia na porta ameaçando-o caso não abrisse a porta, enquanto ele ria.