#【 dyson kenzi ❖ thread 】

[aquamanandfriends]

Resting Branches [Xiulan/Dyson]

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Dy chuckled, "You won't lose me just have to put up with me drilling and building and probably messing up and starting all over," he grinned and squeezed her hand as they began to make their way down a trail to the water. "The first thing I'm doing is making sure there's a good bed in there."

[aquamanandfriends]

Dyson turned, his eyebrows tight together as he wondered, “You know Xiu?” He was even more confused now. He shook his head and looked back to Xiulan taking her arms in his hands softly. What she said next made Dy’s throat tighten.

“You’re not in the way of something— Xiu I didn’t even know he was coming here,” she stepped away and Baptiste was able to move forward faster than Dyson, still in his own daze and white as a ghost. He was thankful for Baptiste trying to stop her, Baptiste had always looked out for him even though Dyson had been the more impulsive one.

“Can we talk? Please? Just you and me?” Dyson said stepping forward eyes trained on his girlfriend.

Xiulan tried to school her expression, tried to hide the hurt on her face. Dyson knew her history. In her previous relationships, she'd been used, abused, abandoned, both beaus dropping her the moment she agreed to have sex with them. That wasn't the primary reason for her pain, though--it was the knowledge that this was Baptiste, the unclaimed love of Dyson's life.

And she was getting in the way of those.

She couldn't look up, heart shattered. She'd spent nearly eight hours on a flight from France with Baptiste. She knew he'd come here to get a second chance at love with his childhood friend. From Dyson, she heard stories of their friendship. She recognized love unrequited in his tone.

"Oh. Oh my god." Baptiste swore in French and ventured a step forward. "I didn't, I didn't know," he said, wavering a few steps away. "I am so sorry, Xiulan." They'd exchanged numbers after getting off the plane. Bap thought he'd found a new friend even before stepping foot in New York. He'd ruined that and, potentially, Dyson's relationship. It felt like someone was clutching his heart, disappointment and guilt leaving him dizzy. "I kissed him. It's not his fault."

Xiulan nodded, arms wrapped around her waist as if to hold herself together. "He's your soulmate," she whispered the last word in Chinese, shaking her head. "I can't get in the way of that." She ventured a step back.

"Wait!" Baptiste rushed forward before she could leave. He had no idea what to say, though. Xiulan knew why he was here; he couldn't claim it was sparked from the rush of seeing his old friend.

"It's okay," Xiulan promised, giving the men an awkward smile. "It's okay."

[acourtcfmuses]

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character

💻 ― excellent writing

📚 ― nice threads to read

📌 ― a staple on the dash

🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend

(these in particular)

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻-𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.  (  send in one or more of these symbols for me to pick one blog or multiple i wanna shout out that i think fit well into the category. explanations optional.  )

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character

@bccksmarts - Anyone who hasn't witnessed Pom's Hermione is seriously missing out. The amount of time and effort that she puts into Hermione is evident in every single one of her replies and I'm so grateful for the opportunity to write with Pom and her Hermione!

@cruelprincae - Chrissie's Cardan???! Just wow, not only is Cardan spot on, Chrissie is an absolutely stellar writer and every time I get a reply back I just sit and stare at it in awe. Chrissie had put so much thought into the literature of Cardan and every headcanon is just perfection.

@fiercehearts - I absolutely love and adore all of Alex's muses, but I have to gush about Kenzi for a second. I know we haven't done too much with Kenzi and Dyson yet (mostly because I have the pace of a dead snail), but any post Alex make with Kenzi, I can hear her voice every time and Kenzi is just written so amazingly.!

💻 ― excellent writing

@isdeathlystill - TEA! Tea is honestly one of my favourite people and her threads always help push me to be a better writer! She has such an amazing talent for writing and is so creative with some really amazing OC muses as well as writing spot-on canon muses that are so varied and well written.

@dreamingonthedaily - Lulu here own my heart and soul, I should have that known firstly. Lulu is such an amazing writer and put so much thought into her writing it's unreal. Every thread fits in the world it's in perfectly and just makes so much sense. I get so excited for our threads honestly. Lulu normally gets me gushing to her over video call about our threads.

@lcveblossomed - Sage is such a talented writer! Their threads are always so amazing to read and has so many amazing OC's who I forget constantly aren't canon (Like Pepper and Lenny who are just *chef kiss*). I am beyond grateful to get to write with Sage and always look forward to all our threads!

📚 ― nice threads to read

@scarredfeathers - Moth always seems to have the loveliest OC's and Jewel is no exception. I love Jewel so much and will always find myself reading other Jewel posts because she'd the cutest and has such an amazing backstory regardless to the verse and Moth puts so much love and effort into Jewel.

@gentlepuff - While I don't have too much going with Mari and Odette yet, I always love to see Odette popping up on my dash and enjoy reading all the threads when I see them! I honestly can't wait to write more!

📌 ― a staple on the dash

@denydefeat - Nadia is the definition of a staple on the dash. She is a wonderful writer, with so many interesting muses and I'm always excited to see what is going to come up in our threads. Especially when we have so many muse combinations between us both to play with. I wouldn't be without Nadia on my dash!

@dynastymuses - Kate is one of those blogs I just constantly look at with heart eyes. Not only is she an insanely talented writer, but amazing with graphics and edits. You can tell in her writing that she loves and adores her muses because you can feel how much she understand them in how well they're written!

@twistedtangledfate - Bee is a sweetheart and not only is Bee a super talented writer but one of the kindest and most supportive writing partners you can have. I deeply enjoy all our threads and when we speak OOC and I look forward to all that we end up doing in the future. 100% a must follow if you aren't already!

🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend

@3katanas - This woman right here is one of my bestest friends and puts up with my shit often. I love Kira a whole damn lot. She always puts so much time and effort into whatever muse she's writing whether OC or canon and into their backstory and their verses and into ensuring that the theme of the blog matches the muse and it always looks stunning and she's an amazing writer too.

@hellgiven - Charli is just so talented I can't. She had such a knack with taking canon muses from one fandom and moving them to new fandoms and making it fele as is they had always been there. I honestly need to remind myself at times that Caroline and Davina originated in different fandoms because Charli puts so much love and lore into any muse she writes and I adore Charli.

@ofblackskies - Jenna has been putting up with my weirdo self for over 7/8 years now and she is honestly just a fantastic writer and a fantastic friend and I love and adore her so damn much. and never mind 10/10, she is 10000000000/10 must follow. No matter what blog I have, or she has, I will follow her into fandoms I know zilch about just to see her perfection.

[aquamanandfriends]

Dyson shrugged a little like it wasn’t so unheard of, “Maybe I’m just a little too polite to say no,” he teased then laughed to show he was joking. “Hey now, I’m used to early shifts at the coffee shop so I really don’t mind them.” Dyson smiled softly back at her. “You should try and take a nap but I don’t think you’d let yourself.”

"I just don't know a lot of guys that would stick around to help their friend with another man's baby." And even now Georgie felt a little bit guilty about putting him in this position. Even if he had made the choice to be there and she'd told him several times that he didn't have to be. "See the way you're saying that makes it sound like you love the three am wake up calls." There was a teasing tone to her voice as she smiled softly before looking back to the sleeping baby. "God I don't remember what a good night's sleep feels like."

[dreammakcra]

║ under the cut you will find all of the ships that i would love for my muses. I will happily do other ships, however, i just wanted to have a list of my most wanted ones. * indicates muses that I have and are willing to play. i also will happily have multiple threads with the same ship, because each will be different. ║

hermione granger* & ron weasley*

hermione granger* & draco malfoy

ginny weasley* & harry potter

ginny weasley* & dean thomas

neville longbottom* & luna lovegood

neville longbottom* & hannah abbott

george weasley* & angelina johnson

narcissa black* & lucius malfoy

lily evans* & james potter

lily evans* & severus snape

helena ravenclaw* & the bloody baron

nesta archeron* & cassian

nesta archeron* & azriel

amarantha* & tamlin*

morrigan* & emerie

tamlin* & feyre archeron

tamlin* & elaine archeron

adam auradon* & belle

alice cullen* & jasper hale*

emmett cullen* & rosalie hale*

esme cullen* & carlilsle cullen*

edward cullen* & bella swan*

tanya denali* & edward cullen*

victoria* & james

kate denali* & garrett

elle woods* & vivian kensington*

bo dennis *& lauren lewis

bo dennis *& dyson

hale santiago* & kenzi malikov

maleficent* & aurora

buffy summers* & angel

buffy summers* & spike

tinkerbell* & captain hook

tinkerbell* & peter pan

ariel triton* & ursula

ariel triton* & eric

dean winchester* & jo harvelle

elizabeth bennet* & mr. darcy

jane bennet* & mr. bingley

cardan greenbriar* & jude duarte*

hades* & persephone*

sansa stark* & theon greyjoy*

missandei* & grey worm

anastasia romanov* & demitri

[rootmacklin]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (◠‿◠✿)

Oh, easy peasy!  The older something is the more embarrassing it is to me, and I haven’t written much in the last couple years, so it’ll be very easy to choose favorites!

Better Men Have Hit Their Knees And Bigger Men Have Died, Lost GirlAll she remembers is waking up, small and hungry and alone, until Dyson plucks her out of a bush and brings her to Kenzi and then she is only small.

One Red Thread, Once Upon A TimeEmma watches Regina for a moment, who looks as if she's gone somewhere else entirely. Emma loves her parents and knows that they're the good guys, that they only ever wanted to do what's right. But she knows as well that they are selfish, just like everyone else. Her mother is not as pure as her name, not here or anywhere—and there is good, too, in Regina, who loves their son in a way that Emma is only just beginning to understand. “They're happy,” Emma says. “They deserve to be.”

look for my love where the sun shines, FrozenElsa is steady on the ice; she will see them through any storm.

All the Green in the Galaxy, Star WarsRey did not know Ben.  She knows the ghost of him though, how it slinks around the house and waits in unexpected corners, makes Aunt Leia stop in her tracks and close her eyes for a few seconds, missing him at the strangest moments.  It makes Uncle Han gruff sometimes, makes him argue with Aunt Leia when neither of them has done anything worth fighting over.  They are always gentle with her, though.  The empty shape of their son is one that Rey can't fill, but they don't ask her to.

Of All the Things My Hands Have Held, the Best By Far Is You, Star Trek DS9Kay remembers what Benny told her and knows that it's true, knows it from experience, and she remembers Dax and the new host and how life finds a way to keep going.

[leonard-cohen-the-second]

Serenity Falls Chapter 12: Blood Sacrifice

Pairing: Tamsin/Lauren

Summary: The blood die has been rolled and it looks like no one from the Sunshine gang will survive Lauren's baleful choice. Peril, mischief, pain! Who will come out alive? {1950's sitcom voice}

Links: AO3 - - - FF

Weary feet carried poor Dr. Lauren Lewis over the baseboards of her stairs. She was tired, stinking of every form of ammonia and chloride, and she longed for the warm release of a hot bath. She relished in the thought of bathing her body, of basking her feet in the pool of water, and it soothed her even before she could pull off her professional blouse and tight skirt. After, she could curl into bed next to her gorgeous wife and drift into a peaceful and not so proverbial sleep.

She blinked as a cold feeling of dread pooled at the pit of her stomach. She did not have a wife.

“This feels like the Dawning,” she commented, looking over the room that was identical to her own.

It won't try to trick you like the Temple. But it can have the will to trap you here.

“So you're still here,” Lauren replied to the voice in her head- her Seraphim. She hated to admit it, but the familiar voice soothed her mind slightly.

I cannot very well leave you, Doctor. For now you should go along with whatever this test provides. Sleep while you can.

“I don't think I could calm my mind down enough to...” Lauren couldn't finish the sentence as before she could utter the last few words, her eyes drooped down and she fell fast asleep.

A melodious hum cascaded over Lauren, waking her softly from slumber, her body physically becoming attuned to the beautiful refrain much like a flower's strain towards a source of music. Her breathing became in sync with the song, it rising and falling to the beat, and a small smile appeared on her lips; forgetting for a moment where she was and hoping this captivating song was from the throat of her lover. She continued to listen until a soft finger languidly traveled down through her hair to caress her cheek. The smile became wider as Lauren's delicate hand raised to hold onto the other, and slowly she opened her eyes.

What she found was not what she was expecting, to say the least.

“Now I know this isn't real!” Lauren exclaimed as Evony's fingers curled into her hair again.

“Shh, darling.” A knee moved to the doctor's crotch. “I'll handle the rest.”

Lauren felt something clack together in her pocket as both legs were forced upward onto the bed. She wondered if whatever in her pocket was a totem of help from Tamsin, immediately wondering also where her armor was, before she pushed Evony off of her quickly. Shaking her head, placing a hand to her temple, Lauren looked over to where she pushed Evony to and saw nothing but the silk threads of her sheets.

“You said it wouldn't try to trick me,” Lauren said, getting off of the bed quickly and looking about her room.

It cannot alter your mind for I am here. You have seen through the ruse swiftly and without falter.

“In other words it's still going to try to trick me, but since it can't it'll try other ways.” Lauren rolled her eyes, a half smile appearing on her lips, before shaking her head and looking into her side table drawers. Slamming it shut she huffed out a breath and rubbed her temple. “What am I supposed to be doing?”

What is in your pocket?

A light bulb flicked on in the doctor's head as she remembered the clacking she heard moments before. Fishing around in her pocket, Lauren's brow furrowed as her fingers pressed the strange cubes between the knuckles and pulled. She cocked her head when she brought what she held to eye level, quirking her brow as she wordlessly asked why a pair of blood red die were in her pocket. There were a strange pair, they malformed from a pair of usual looking die, and she sat on her bed as she looked them both over. Either one only went up to the number three, small stenciled bones showing the number instead of the usual white dot, and she hummed a question as she looked on.

The air rushed from her lungs as she fell backwards. Blinking furiously, looking around her, all she could see was a thick blackness. Wherever she was at was devoid of light and as she breathed out in a plethora of coughs, Lauren found there was no sound here either. Even for a split second of not hearing something that should be audible felt like eternity and it was all Lauren had to try to calm her breathing. She couldn't hear her heartbeat, couldn't feel air flowing over her arms, nor could she even feel when she bit into her own lip.

Just as she thought she would snap, an explosion of light and a clanking boom exploded in the area. As suddenly as sensation was taken from her, it swept over her in waves again- practically skewering her with radiance.

Ragged breathing filled her ears as Lauren turned slowly. Her eyes squinted at the light, it being painful now, trying to make out what was standing inside of its rays. With eyes watering, she tried to walk forward but a tug on her body told her not to move. Instead she shook her head as if to clear it, before realizing something wet was in her right palm.

Bending her head downward, Lauren almost screamed and threw the pair of die that were now literally bleeding onto her. The lurid liquid swathed over her palm and hit the dark ground, it seeming to be absorbed there.

Choose.

Lauren looked back up as another boom resounded in the room, it scaring the hell out of her again. This time it was slightly easier to make out there was, in fact, a shape inside of the light that looked to be that of a human. Just as quickly as that light appeared, the person unmoving as if the light was a physical barrier, another and then another came into view. There were six in total all splayed out side by side to each other.

The command from her Seraphim came again. Scoffing Lauren asked, “Why? Who are they?”

As if to answer her question, making Lauren jump, static seemed to clap through the air beside her as a portal appeared. It was similar to the mirror portal Tamsin had created in her chambers just a few hours previously and it showed the Dal Riata and the inhabitants there. They seemed haggard as if they had not slept or bathed in days, and they had their weapons brandished as if they were about to go to war. As Lauren looked on, it was as if the portal followed them outside to continue to show the doctor those back on Earth's progression, she saw the streets lined with filth and bodies.

Gasping Lauren saw many buildings either crumpled to dust or their windows broken in and unoccupied. Some even had bodies hanging from them, as if they were trying to escape something, and as the portal followed her friends, she realized they had caught the attention of things crawling out of the shadows. They looked emaciated, their ribs poking painfully from lithe flesh, and their eyes burned like fire. Their skin was black as coal and their lips rose up into that of jagged teeth. As Lauren stared at them, it seemed as if they disappeared into a void and pulled the onlooker in with them. She feared if she stared any longer she would go mad from such pain, and Lauren wondered how Bo, Kenzi, Dyson and the rest of the gang could possibly fight them.

Choose!

“Choose what,” Lauren cried, shocked again by the sudden scream of her Seraphim. She would have continued to watch the ongoings of the battle as it unfolded- first with Bo's newfound sword slicing open one of the creatures- if not for the opaque lights in the room suddenly becoming transparent.

Her eyes widened as her head swung back and forth from the portal to those standing in the light. She knew these people. She loved these people. What-

Choose which of your family will die...

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“That isn't happening... is it?” Tamsin turned, asking her mother with worry furrowing her brow.

Freyja turned her gaze from the circular mirror-portal watching Lauren's test and bent her head low. “No, daughter, the carnage is not so rampant yet. Your prodigy is still dealing with your father and has not released the Abominations yet.” The proud woman lifted her head and squinted towards the portal. “No, tis the future she sees now. What may come to pass, what will, or perhaps you will be able to stop this all before it begins.”

Tamsin stepped around the mirror as her mother spoke and to Lauren's side. The human-fae was laying on the cleaned long table they were once eating from, her body motionless and defenseless. She grabbed Lauren's soft hand and held it for a moment, putting it to her lips with care. “What is this supposed to do?”

“Quite simply, daughter, to see if she is strong enough to choose who will die in the coming war. The blood die has already been set in motion, all she must do is continue it on its course.”

“A Seraphim is strong as you are strong, but it's not possible to decide what the future will hold. Seeing into it, sure, but actually manipulating it...”

A wry smile appeared on Freyja's lips. “Do you not agree that seeing into the future will make one inevitably choose to change it?”

“Of course.”

“Then do you also think, if she survives, she will have a stronger constitution to protect those she is condemning?”

“She already has that, mom.”

Freyja pouted and shook her head, watching as the human-fae accidentally dropped the slippery die. It landed on four and almost instantaneously the one known as Hale's light flickered out. On Lauren's portal she was forced to watch the poor man be mangled to death by the unholy monsters. He tried to use his Siren whistle but to no avail as he was overrun, his lover calling out to him with terrified screams. She began to hack away at flesh, trying to get to the Ash, but it was too late.

The goddess watched Lauren's unsullied hand go to her lips, holding back a scream as she watched what she thought was reality unfold. She dropped down to her knees at the command of her Seraphim and grabbed the blood die again in trembling hands. She was still on the ground when she looked up towards the lights, her beautiful orbs dripping over the remaining five closest people in her life. With still shaking hands, she rolled the die deliberately this time, her eyes refusing to look up to see who she had condemned.

“Ah,” the goddess whispered as she watched Lauren turn her gaze to the portal of Earth. “She is too hard on herself.”

“She thinks she's killing them,” Tamsin replied, holding onto the doctor's hand just a little tighter.

“Indeed she does, but she is also witnessing her supposed choice and yet continuing to make it. She has no information to tell her this is true, but she still feels their death like a scar upon her soul. Almost as if all of the burden must be placed on her shoulders for fear of being-”

“Happy,” Tamsin finished, her lips kissing Lauren's hand before letting it down smoothly. Coming back around to peer into the mirror-portal, Tamsin frowned. She saw Bo screaming for the now eviscerated Trick as she tried to hack through the mob. The more Lauren rolled, the more blood was seeping through her fingers as the dice protruded more gore from itself. The numbers were also weaving and changing with the dwindling lights and was now down to one bone on each side of the die. The number, if rolled appropriately, would only go up to four- the remaining amount of people left- though no matter what it landed on it would force Lauren to break down even further.

Lauren rolled again, this time landing on three and watched on as Kenzi tripped and skewered her ankle by a piece of glass that had fallen from a window. Bo's reaction to it was heart wrenching as the Unholies descended upon the small girl. The die were practically swimming in the pool of blood they created in Lauren's hands and the doctor placed a closed fist to her temple and screamed. She was at her ropes end, it seemed, as she suddenly lifted her arm and threw the dice as hard as possible away from her.

Tamsin heard them screeching in the dark, they clattering on the stone and resounded as they finally came to a halt. Dyson's light went out, a grisly murder of similar fashion happening on the Earthen portal.

“No, that wasn't me!” Lauren cried, her body crumpling in on itself as she watched the scene unfold. Tamsin almost broke down herself seeing her doctor like this. It was not the violence that staggered her, but the pure and unadulterated helplessness that was seeping through her soul. “No,” Lauren whimpered as she looked to the two remaining women. “No, I can't do this.” Her Seraphim presumably yelled at her to choose again, the dice skittering back into the halo of light surging down onto her, before she picked them up and held them to her chest. The die only had one bone on either one now, the rest of the spots being voided by a swirling darkness. It was either one- Tamsin- or two- Bo. It was stacked against Tamsin and Lauren knew it too. But even so, Bo would also die if she rolled snake eyes.

It was fucked up, this all was too fucked up.

“What is the true purpose of this, mom?”

Freyja, who was far too interested at the unfolding events, tore her hazel eyes away for a moment to look at her daughter. “I told you: to see how strong she truly is.”

“She was strong enough to survive a transplant from Seraphim DNA into her bloodstream. Isn't that all that you needed?”

“Yes, this is true,” the goddess admitted. Holding up her hand to quiet her daughter from yelling indignation her way, she continued, “It is better this way. Now you will see if the woman you love is still holding strong, or if she will be devoured by her Seraph.”

As the woman spoke, trembling hands rolled snake eyes and the pitiful cries came again. This time, however, Tamsin noticed something as Lauren cradled her arms around herself. A bright light, brighter than the barrier around the last remaining people in the room, was exuding from Lauren's back. It seemed as if it was detaching from her, or perhaps running away in a sense, but it was gone in an instant as the doctor picked up the die again.

“I'll see you again, love,” Lauren whispered to the Tamsin doll. Without giving herself time to rethink her decision, Lauren dropped the die down onto the ground, closing her eyes just as Tamsin's light disappeared. Her weary eyes traveled over to the Earthen portal and watched as the valkyrie died with a smile on her face as her belly was ripped open. Lauren was still on her knees, her bloodied hand going up into her hair as she cradled her head and rocked.

“This is madness,” Tamsin said, shaking her head with disdain.

“More than you know, daughter.”

“Wait, why isn't she waking up?”

Freyja looked down to Tamsin with sadness in her eyes. “The test is not over yet.”

“What do you mean? There's no one else to kill!”

“There is always someone, or something, to kill...”

Tamsin's transparent green eyes swung back to the mirror. They widened as she realized Lauren was looking down at the die again that had skittered back into the barrier. As the human looked down, just as Tamsin saw it too, she took in the fact she was now standing on a bloodied red number zero. The human-fae looked at the dice again, seeing no number printed, and realized what the true test was. Her weary eyes looked back to the portal, it panning now to her own self walking out of the Dal slowly.

“I have too much to do to die now,” Lauren said shakily, though her hand no longer trembled. “I won't stop here!”

As her arm careened toward the ground, the dice with it, Lauren truly believed what she had said. Sniffling and heaving, the woman watched as nothing happened in the portal and smiled with no care behind it. It was all fake, it wasn't real, and now-

“Lauren!” Tamsin screamed just as the woman's smile was erased from her face.

Her body swayed forward then back again, as if stuck on something. Lauren made a face of confusion while she looked down as if to see what the strange feeling in her gut was. Her fingertips touched the condensed light softly, surprised that she could not feel the burn, before it was suddenly gone. She doubled over, coughing up warm liquid, before she fell onto her side.

Lauren looked up to the shining form of her Seraphim, it seeming to burn away all of the shadows around them, and to its light-sword soiled with lurid liquid. Blood, Lauren thought slowly as she tried to cover a hand over the wound in her stomach.

“No,” Tamsin said. “Open your eyes, Lauren. You open your eyes right now!” The valkyrie had gone back to the human's side, her hand caressing her cheek. “What have you done,” she screamed to her mother after a beat of silence. “What have you done!”

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The pain in Lauren's belly seemed to transport her back to her first assignment with Tamsin. Their home together, their wedding rings. The murderer in the night that had swung a ruthless looking dagger into her stomach and how she almost died then too. It was strange how something so similar, yet so different, could feel the same. It was if there was a dull ache in between the moments of sharp pain that wracked her body. Tamsin was with her last time, coaxing her to stay away, calling Dyson to prep the medical lab. How funny it seemed so far away in this moment. So much had happened that had devolved into this poignant affair and yet it seemed only yesterday Tamsin and she were happy. Truly happy.

Her whiskey orbs looked back to the burning gold of her Seraphim's. The woman standing before her was beautiful, though bathed in a golden sheen and made of sunlight. If she were anyone else, Lauren guessed her eyes would have already burned from her skull for looking into the Seraph's eyes for too long. Yet here she was, holding onto her wound while her head lied gently on the floor looking up into those golden spheres.

“I have to protect-” she tried to say, her words being choked in her throat.

“It is I who wills control,” the melodious voice of the Seraphim resounded into the stoned room. Lauren's mind translated the ancient Enochian as if a second language. The being spoke again, “You are now just a voice.”

Lauren couldn't feel her legs anymore and her skin felt cold as ice. She put more strain into her voice, her words trying to govern the power she knew she had, “I will protect them. You cannot stop me.”

“You are strong, but not enough.”

A surprisingly strong hand clamped down onto the Seraph's ankle. Squeezing, Lauren slowly pulled herself up to the surprise of the fae. The hand left her stomach as she gripped the Seraphim's shoulders tightly, her face inches away. ““Everything that I have done is for her. Everything that I will do is for her! You hold no sway over me, demon and you will listen to my command. I will no longer bow to any fae!” As she spoke the last sentence, it was if pulses after each word poured out of her and into the fae's body causing the light surrounding the Seraphim to beat brighter. “Now take... me... home,” Lauren finally said, raising her hand and pushing it through the fae's chest.

The Seraph looked surprised, its face contorting into a yell, before the rays of light were suddenly gone as it was enveloped into Lauren. The blonde looked down at herself, her hand slowly leaving the wound on her stomach, and nodded when she saw the laceration knitting itself back together again. The human-fae looked at her hands, now void of all blood, as they emitted brilliant light from them.

“She is at one with her fae.”

The disembodied voice resonated to the woman's core and she smiled that beautiful smile. “I'm coming, Tamsin,” she said as she looked upward.

I'm coming...

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As quickly as Lauren spoke from the portal, her body suddenly jolted upward with a hitch and a gasp. Tamsin, who was already at her side, practically jumped on top of her with a hug and a sigh of content.

“Where am I,” Lauren asked groggily.

“Back in the great hall,” Tamsin replied, letting the woman go and smiling wide. Looking over her slowly, making sure her body had not garnered any injury, she glanced back up to Lauren's eyes. “It was all fake. You didn't kill anyone in there.”

“Except your fae, of course,” Freyja interjected. “Not killed per say,” she reprimanded as Lauren looked at her warily, “but you have dominated it. If Tamsin had done this same test correctly the first time, her shell would not be stuck in Valhalla right now with her father.”

Tamsin sneered at her mother, practically sticking out her tongue, before she looked back to Lauren. Her hand still caressed the back of the woman's head, while her other was placed on her shoulder. “Are you alright?”

“I thought...” Lauren paused for a moment before looking into Tamsin's eyes and smiling. “I thought the Dawning trip would be the last time I would have to deal with mind altering shenanigans.”

The valkyrie laughed too, her giddy nature suddenly rearing its head. “Let's try to keep it down to two, shall we?”

“I agree wholeheartedly.”

Tamsin slid her forehead onto Lauren's as they both closed their eyes. Simply breathing each other in, the two stayed as such for some time before Freyja cleared her throat.

“That is all the time you shall have from this point on, I am sorry to say.”

“What do you mean?” Tamsin asked but was stopped from further inquiry by Lauren's hand on hers.

“The Unholies are about to be unleashed back on Earth. If that happens millions will die in the span of a few days.”

Freyja nodded solemnly. “I will create a portal that will lead you both to your father's kingdom, Tamsin. But if you cannot stop the girl from taking his power and unleashing hell on Earth, then the next time we see each other will be the last, daughter.”

With that the goddess waved her hand at her side and the crackling of lightning filled the room as the portal was created. It was swirling with blues, greens, and purples with flashes of lightning shooting forth from it.

The two, Lauren still in Tamsin's battle garb, approached it slowly. Lauren was still getting the hang of walking again, her being in her test still fresh on her mind, and Tamsin was simply not in the mood to see her father again so soon.

“Thank you, mother.”

A smiled played on the goddess lips as she watched the newfound fae nod with appreciation and to her daughter. As they disappeared into the portal, Freyja put a hand to her lips before blowing out a kiss to the departing women. “May we meet again, my dear children. Gods speed...”

Traveling through the portal was not something Lauren thought would ever grow easier with time. She was wrong as she maneuvered around this one, actually seeming to understand the speedy time passing as they catapulted through it. All too soon she was in a place of wood and stone, completely at odds between the golden hues of the great hall, and Lauren was even more surprised and happy she did not double over and vomit up her lunch.

There was a slight ringing in her ears, however, and as she looked up to a burly man sitting atop a throne, she heard Tamsin speak after hesitance and silence.

“Hey, daddy-o. Miss me?”

[evilandskanky]

Lost Girl Rewatch: End of A Line

The episode title wasn’t End of THE Line.  The first time I’d watched this we’d been talking so much about trains lately, I figured that it was more to do with trains.  Of course I was quickly proven wrong, as in the vein of Seeing Red, this episode did that thing where things are perfect until suddenly they’re not.  Forget Bo and her stupid quest, the Hale and Kenzi thread of the episode is the only one worth talking about.

Well, that’s not entirely true.  Bo, Tamsin, and Dyson spend the episode tracking down somebody that’s sending zombies after Bo (or Tamsin) with Acacia.  Acacia keeps talking about Massimo resurrecting her but I guess that everybody assumed that it happened before he jumped into lava.  But all debts must be paid and Kenzi still is indebted to Massimo.  And she has to pay the ultimate price.  Hale’s life.

Kenzi was on the edge of accepting Hale’s proposal.  As her world falls apart around her, Hale was the one thing keeping it together. With Bo not acting herself and not having much time for their friendship, Kenzi is becoming increasingly distanced from the fae world.  And her tether just got cut.

Stray Observations:

To be honest, my thoughts are so scattered because so much happens in the last five minutes that it’s tough to talk about it all.

Foreshadowing Alert: Apparently, Tamsin hadn’t seen Rainer yet because as soon as she sees a picture of him, she implies that he is NOT the Wanderer

They called Dyson Mopey Dick when he gave away his love

There are way too many similarities to Seeing Red

Ah the Pyrippus

Above:  One last time for old times sake.  

[kalique]

you could wallpaper a small house with the plot threads that were never resolved. like... alicia? why did bo eat that dude in season 2? why was tamsin molting? the Fuck was up with rainer or whatever his stupid name was? what happened to the morrigan in the end??? how was everyone even making a living in seasons 4-5 when no one went to work whatsoever??? why was the morrigan having a weird affair with her own damn son?? what the Fuck was hades fucking deal...so he wanted to breed a super baby to take over the world by sucking everyone's chi, therefore the child of a succubus, but when bo fails to join him, he decided a valkyrie would make a good mother as well??? how's a valkyrie gonna suck chi????? what was hades gonna DO when he took over the world??? his motives were literally just "he's evil." that was what we were given. why did kenzi just peace the fuck out in season 5 when bo needed her the MOST? kenzi would never do that. the fuck is up with vex and mark, is that a thing or not????? WE NEVER GET CONFIRMATION!!! what happened with kenzi's shadow thief training - it's mentioned like 5 times but nothing ever COMES of it!!!! remember that time dyson and kenzi made out? remember when dyson and goddamn tamsin slept together??? remember when bo and mark slept together???? not relationship on this show ever comes to ANYTHING. people just sleep together for the hell of it!!!! super sex positive i guess but it's ANNOYING. remember all the valkyrie mythos that was never explained? all we know about valkyries is they live in hel or whatever, they have a school, they come down to battlefields or something, they make you doubt, they have 9 lives and they have a weird high school whose curriculum no one can agree on. THAT'S ALL WE GOT TO KNOOOOW. we never got to see tamsin in action on the battlefield!!!!! and what about all that building up to this being her last life, and then it turns out she just dies in childbirth after being raped by deception - THE FUCK??? way is THAT to end a character's arc??? btw dyson is a werewolf or whatever but WE NEVER SEE HIM TURN AFTER SEASON LIKE 2!!!!! NEVER!!!!!!!! it's like the show forgot he was a god damn werewolf!!!!!!! the show ALSO forgot about the ash, the morrigan, and the whole light and dark thing that was the biggest thing ever in the first few seasons. the show cannot decide on a theme because after like season 3 no one gives a SHIT that bo is unaligned!!!! apparently trick was the ash in season 5 but i 100% fuckin forgot because we literally NEVER see him doing his ash-ly duties or even doing ANYTHING besides cleaning the counter of his damn bar!!!!!!! was aife trapped against her will in tartarus or the fuck NOT????? the show literally never expands its mythology when it comes to the stupid war or whatever - it just occasionally goes "oh yeah, there was a big war that one time" and expects us to just understand!!!!! if trick had a magic ring the whole time that can let a human walk among the fae without being claimed then WHY DIDN'T HE GIVE IT TO KENZI IMMEDIATELY!!!! that could have been useful in goddamn season 3 when she was running around buying pixie dust from shady drug dealers because the fae wanted to kill her for being an unclaimed human!!!! therefore TRICK INDIRECTLY KILLED HALE!!!!! also while we're on the subject of trick's will, why the FUCK would he leave something to vex?!!! explain it to me!!!!! is it just because vex happened to be in the room at the time the writers were jerking off over the emotional reading of the will scene???? also, trick literally gives the bar to dyson, and he even gives goddamn vex (VEX WHO STUCK SOMEONE'S HAND IN A GARBAGE DISPOSAL THAT ONE TIME) a gift from his will, but LEAVES NOTHING TO HIS GRANDDAUGHTER BO WHAT - SO - EVER!!!!!!!! also remind me why hades killed trick and aife. seriously. why did he do that. also what was the FUCKING deal with the magical horse that lives inside bo or what the fuck ever. how did it get inside there. was it evil or not. does she need to get it out now or is it just ok to chill in there. ANSWER MY QUESTIONS!!!! also in the final episode bo says she needs to leave fuckin dagney with kenzi because she has to do "dangerous work," and then smh like 10 MORE MINUTES OF EPISODE PASS (and like a year of show time) without us ever being told WHAT that dangerous work is!!!!! i think i am done for now but rest assured I WILL BE BACK FOR MORE!!!

[aquamanandfriends]

Resting Branches [Xiulan/Dyson]

thestoriesincoffeestains​:

“I meant your coffee orders, but a little more information certainly wouldn’t hurt.” She smiled, glad that the favorites he provided were all familiar. She knew him that well, at least. “What’s your favorite thing to do after a stressful day?” she asked. “A movie you’ve watched a thousand times without getting sick of it?”

He chuckled and shook his head, “Ah, can’t really go wrong with a latte or a cappuccino, but,” he laughed again. “Well, if I’m just at home, I might put on a show--there are two shows, one is about tree houses and the other about vans and tiny homes. I’ll get ideas from that. I’ll open up all the windows if I want to destress. It’s so hard to get fresh air in the city and some times I feel stifled.” Dyson wasn’t totally used to people asking him questions about himself, he found himself rambling. “A movie...you can’t laugh but, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty is always something I can throw on. Oddly, Where The Wild Things Are, and Jumanji.” 

[aquamanandfriends]

New Brew

| muse: Dyson Kenzi | open to: anyone | sexuality: bisexual | suggested connections: friend, crush, someone with a crush on him, new customer, re-occuring customer who always has the same drink, girlfriend, boyfriend, wife, husband, someone he doesn’t get along with, honestly have fun with this

         “I told you you’d like it,” Dyson smirked. “You just gotta trust me. Or just trust my taste in coffee.” He chuckled. “Never hurt anyone with a cup o’joe.” Dyson scratched his jaw. “It’s white chocolate raspberry if you didn’t know.” It was a mixture he’d been playing around with at the shop but everyone who tried it seemed to love it.

[aquamanandfriends]

Dyson smiled back at Georgie, fully enamored by anything she did or said. "Oh please," he scoffed, "You don't have to thank me for anything, don't be silly," Dy shook his head. "Stick around?" he asked, "I'm sure you could do everything on your own, I have absolutely no doubt," Dyson sighed, "But I don't really want to go anywhere. I'm exactly where I want to be Georgie," the Canadian admitted with a soft smile. They hadn't really had the time to talk about anything but the baby, he'd prioritized her over everything and now that it was just the two of them he couldn't help but still put her first.

Open to males 30+ (we’ve been best friends since i started college and when i got pregnant and the dad left you stepped up and became my rock. please don’t like my starters.)

“I honestly don’t know if I can thank you enough,” Georgie said, looking at him over the table. It was the first time that they had been able to go out since the child had been born and Georgie was loving it now, she felt free. “You don’t have to stick around for this. I’m sure if I had to I could raise her on my own. I don’t want to take over your life too.” Sure she was exhausted and it felt like Georgie hadn’t slept for more than an hour in weeks but she also felt amazing, loved her daughter more than anything in the world…. the man in front of her a close second. 

[aquamanandfriends]

Baptiste's reply made Dyson smile, "No problem," he replied, "But I'm here now, so I wish I wasn't working as much so you didn't miss me anymore. You shouldn't have to miss me." They had missed each other too much for too long.

"I missed you." Baptiste didn't hesitate to say it. He'd tiptoed around his feelings for Dyson forever, protecting their friendship--and dealing with the damn distance--instead of admitting how head over heels he was. "Is that a problem?" he teased, eyes bright and playful.

[aquamanandfriends]

Send “🔍“for an obscure fact about my muse.

Dyson

"I can juggle. It’s random but yes, I can juggle,” Dyson nodded. “I learned how to do it as a joke but, it’s weird, I still randomly can do it.”

[aquamanandfriends]

What is Dyson attracted to most?

"Is it too cliché to say personality?” he chuckled. “Alright well, I like passion for life and people. But if you’re asking about physicality, I tend to lean toward blond guys and brunette women.” Dyson shrugged. It was the most simple way to answer that.

[aquamanandfriends]

What's one change Dyson wants to make to his life?

“I don’t know, I feel like maybe I could be a little more responsible. Which I know sounds stupid but, even though I work a lot and I try my hardest to be reliable I do tend to just kind of take off when I feel the urge to,” he shrugged. “Maybe I’m just being hard on myself but,” he wavered again. “Oh, you know, if I could change anything, maybe I’d save my money and put it away for a cabin. That’s more realistic.”