#( &&. yazmin | interactions )

[angelsdvsts]

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      "  can  you  just  stop  running  away  for  once  and  actually  talk  it  through  ?  what  are  you  so  scared  of  ?  "

[mxllitiam]

WHEN: day 4, medwing CLOSED for @fatefought

gale insists to his mother that he is perfectly okay, but when he's taken to sit on one of the available beds, he all but crumbles into it. they shove a mask onto his face, something that makes the air feel incredibly crisp and fresh when he takes it in. he didn't have difficulty breathing, he told them that, but this feels so nice he can't find it in himself to complain. it's like taking a deep breath in the woods, after spending all week in the mines. he had held on as far as he could, pushed off exhaustion in favor of seeing his mother, and everyone that he'd checked on after that. he had insisted to hazelle that he was fine, he just needed a plate of food and to clean the soot off his skin, he didn't need them to waste all this fancy medical paraphernalia on him.

and yet, here he is, sitting on this hospital bed, connected to an oxygen tube, holding his eyes closed when the world around him spins. so much for being strong, fatigue of the last three days has finally caught up to him. he actually shuts down and sleeps for a few seconds -- or minutes, he doesn't know --, sitting up, and when he blinks his eyes back open there's a different nurse in front of him.

"i'm fine," he protests to her, as he had done to everyone else. he sees her picking up a contraption that connects to her ears, and only with that movement, his eyes focus on her face. he recognizes her, but can't quite place from where, the thought is just out of his reach. his eyebrows furrow, his hands clutch at the edge of the bed to hold himself upright without swaying. "'m sorry, ma'am, do we know each other? gale hawthorne, from twelve."

[angelsdvsts]

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"are you ready to unwrap this present tonight?"

[mxllitiam]

WHERE: caesar's afterparty, before the rebellion video CLOSED for @fatefought

amara feels like a deer caught by headlights. she feels like one of the more feral strays they feed at home -- an unkown human has just swung a door open and rattled a dish of food and her back is arched and her fur is standing on end as she hisses. to say she's been on edge is an understatement. she can't forget that she's going into the games tomorrow. every face she looks into is someone she needs as a sponsor or someone she'll need to kill. if she's lucky, twenty-three people die of natural causes far away from her, and she doesn't have to deal with any of it, and she comes back home safe. but she's not lucky at all.

someone raises a toast somewhere behind her, and she flinches at the otherwise innocent sound of a couple cheers and clinking glasses, as if it was a cannon sound. her hand shoots out to grip yazmin's wrist in alarm, before she's aware of her own overreaction a moment later, and then she sighs heavily. "sorry, shit," her voice is a murmur and she shakes her head, brushing off her fleeting moment of panic. "i shouldn't be like this." relax, she tells herself.

this might be the last chance she has of being by her wife's side like this, she should be enjoying it. one last chance to pretend this isn't their reality, that they'll wake up back in their home at six, any time soon. amara's eyes soften, and the hand that had gotten yazmin's arm in fear slips down to intertwine their fingers together, instead. her eyebrows raise. "that was pretty smooth of me," she hopes the humor isn't too heavy-handed for tonight. it's not the worst of the coping mechanisms, she thinks -- downing a bunch of those champagne flutes would be much worse. "am i wooing you successfully? i'm going for a... super stressed dead woman walking thing, but in a cute way." 

[brookediamonds]

I Love You, I'm Sorry (Part Two) | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

Part 1

Summary: Axel has given you time and space after your break-up, waiting for the perfect time to get to know you all over again. But of course, there's push back.

Word Count: 3k Warnings: none, angst, fluff

gif is not mine

A few weeks have passed since you broke up with Ian, the disappointment outweighing the sadness you felt by the situation as a whole.

You were lucky you had your friends by your side when ever you did start to feel that ache in your chest.

Worried you might have overreacted, Sam and Tory reminded you that under no circumstance should someone place money on any situation with anyone. It was evil.

When you began to enter the room with your big smile and bubbly energy again, your friends knew you were okay. Axel knew you were okay.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, Axel had been keeping a close eye on you lately since your last interaction with Ian.

He was looking for the right time to approach you and see where things fell between you two. While things between still somewhat remained the same, he felt just a little bit of hope for a second chance with you.

And you felt the same.

You just sat down at the table with Tory and Robby, waiting for your other friends to join you for lunch.

All at once, Miguel, Sam, Hawk, Demetri, and their girlfriends trickled into the group, Axel sneakily coming in to sit next to you.

"I think I want to throw a party for my 18th birthday," Moon says catching everyone's attention.

"Oh my god, yes," Yazmin agrees with her best friend. "You need a theme."

"Oh, this should be good," Tory chuckles looking over at Robby.

"When would you do it?" You ask picking up your phone to check your calendar.

"Probably next Saturday, my birthday is that Thursday," Moon responds. You press the date she's referring to and smile when you see it's blank.

"We don't have practice that Saturday," you enlighten your team. They all let out a cheer, relived they could enjoy a day to relax and have fun.

You turn slightly to your right seeing Axel quietly munching on one of his mandarin oranges.

"Think you'll go?" You ask, bumping your shoulder lightly with his.

"Will you be there?" He questions back. You feel a turn in your stomach, your mind hoping he was interested in your attendance.

"Duh," you reply like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Probably not then," he gives you a small smirk popping another slice of orange into his mouth.

"Ha ha," you mock him. He laughs at your response, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his seat.

"Yeah, I'll go," he shrugs nonchalantly. In the back of Axel's mind, he swore he saw a look of relief in your eyes when he confirms he would be going to the party.

And he would be right. You had spent the last few weeks working up the courage to mend things between you and Axel, now felt like the perfect time to burry the hatchet and start new.

The time's you had dissociate mid conversation with your friends, they had come to believe it was you becoming saddened by your recent break-up when it fact, it was you thinking about Axel.

You didn't care about Ian, or what he had done, he meant nothing to you. Unbeknownst to your friends and Axel, he was merely just a distraction from what, or whom you really wanted.

Which was the tall, moody boy sitting next to you.

"You should probably eat some of this," Axel places a piece of his Cutie mandarin on your plate. "You've been looking kind of tired at practice."

You narrowed your eyes at his accusation. "I do not!"

"Do too," he says cockily making you scoff and cross your arms over your chest defensively.

"Conversations with you are tiring," you shot back, taking the small piece of the orange fruit and tossing it into your mouth.

"No they're not, you love our conversations," he pesters placing another slice of the cutie in front of you. You roll your eyes taking the food.

"Oh yes, highlight of my day, honestly," you respond sarcastically, a smile tugging on your lips.

"I know," he grins finishing off his clementine, wiping his fingers off a napkin.

You pretend to focus back on Moon who was explain the details about her party, trying not focus on the soft blush sitting on Axel's face and the warmth enveloping in your chest.

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The next few days were interesting to say the least, you and Axel found yourselves talking, not bickering, more than usual.

And even when you would have your normal banter, it always ended with both of you laughing light-heartedly. Your friends seemed to notice this too.

You're sitting against the wall inside the small dojo of Miyagi-Do, your melting latte perched next to you, with your eyes slumped shut.

"Tired, are we?" You hear, making you pop one eye open you see Axel smirking to himself as he shuts the door, walking into the small place.

"No!" You blink your eyes repeatedly trying to wake up from the nap you were almost achieving. Taking a long gulp of your coffee, you wipe your mouth as Axel moves to stand in front of you.

Axel raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Uh-huh. That totally convinced me."

You huff, stretching your legs out in front of you. "I’m not tired."

Axel crouches down to your level, resting his arms on his knees. "Prove it."

You take another long sip of your drink, the ice falling to the lid as you finished your caffeine to give you some extra strength.

"Fine, move," you order him, slowly standing up from your spot. He chuckles, reaching his right hand out.

You stare at his outstretched hand for a second before taking it, letting him pull you up effortlessly. The moment lingers just a second too long, his grip firm, thumb barely grazing yours before he lets go.

You're not sure if it's the coffee, but your heart flips in your chest at the small moment, you let out a throat clearing cough to shake off the nerves.

"Don't go soft on me now, Kovačević" you tease him playfully. You both get into your starting positions across from each other.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he gives you an evil grin.

Without hesitation, you lunge at him, aiming a light jab at his side. Axel dodges easily, chuckling. "That’s it? Now i know you're really sleepy."

You scoff, feinting another punch before spinning to sweep his legs out from under him. But Axel being quick, hops back just in time, grabbing your wrist mid-movement and twisting you around effortlessly.

In seconds, your back is against his chest, his arm loosely wrapped around your middle.

"You were saying?" he murmurs near your ear, his voice smug.

Your heart stutters, but you refuse to let him win. Using his slight distraction to your advantage, use your free arm wrapping it around the back of neck, and jumping up to wrap your legs on either side of Axel's hips to throw you two forward and roll up back on your feet with Axel on the ground.

"Awake enough for you now?" You smirk looking back, down at him

Axel stares up at you breathless, still taken back by the way you fight with ease. It's one of things he admires about you.

"I think that nap really did the trick," he smiles up at you goofily. You laugh, lending him your hand so he could stand up, but stubborn like you, he didn't go down without a fight.

Axel pulls you down to fall on top of him, and rolls you on your back so he could be above you. The both of you erupt with laughter, knowing the take downs could go on for hours.

As you began to calm down, you notice Axel's expression slips into a serious one as he stared at you.

"I-I'm sorry," he stutters. You tilt your head in confusion.

"For what?"

His colorful eyes are unable to meet your own, he sits up in his place, wrapping his arms around his bent knees.

"I'm sorry for how I handled things after the partner skills competition," he looks back at you. "We lost because of me."

You sighed sitting up as well. "It was both of our fault's, you and I had opposite upbringings in karate and somehow it all got messy and we miscommunicated."

He nods in agreement. "Well, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too," you give him a sincere smile. As the silence overcomes you, a tension lingers in the air as you both stare at one another.

Before either of you can say anything else, the doors slide open revealing Sam and Miguel staring back at you both amused.

"We've been looking all over for you guys!" Sam spoke first.

Miguel smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorway. "Should we give you two a moment?"

You rolled your eyes moving to stand up, Axel following suit.

"We were just talking," you chuckled wiping your hands off your leggings.

"You two? Talking?" Sam raises her eyebrows.

"Apparently it's something people do," Axel fakes a gasp as all four of you begin to trail out of the small home and into the backyard where everyone else was.

As you passed Sam, she reaches a hand out to grab your arm, holding you back.

"What is going on?" She whispers over for only you to hear.

"Nothing," you shrugged glancing back at the boy you were just talking to. "We...worked things out."

Sam gave you a skeptical look, her eyes flicking between you and Axel, who was now casually talking with Miguel near the sparring mats.

"Worked things out?" she repeated, her tone dripping with curiosity. "So does that mean—"

"It means," you cut in, shooting her a knowing look, "that we’re not at each other’s throats anymore. That’s all."

"Finally!" the brunette cheered. "I have been waiting for this."

"Waiting for what?" Tory approaches you and Sam.

"For her and Axel to finally realize they're meant to be together," Sam sing songs.

"Oh, that, right," Tory nods. "Took you guys long enough."

"Okay, I have no idea what you two are talking about," you interrupt. "We just started getting along."

"Right, right," your two friends share a knowing look with each other as you stayed in denial.

Before you could respond, Sensei Lawerence called everyone over to start warm-ups.

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After a successful Thursday practice, your team talked amongst themselves, packing up their stuff for the night.

You toss your gym bag onto the bench, pulling out your water bottle to take a sip when you see Axel walking towards you.

"Did you finish the history assignment Ms. Webber gave us earlier?" You asked as he placed his bag down next to yours.

"Nope," Axel sighed remembering the unfinished paper waited for him after this. "I have to finish it when I get home."

"Same, it was a lot of questions," you complained setting your water back down.

"FaceTime me later, maybe we can work through it together," the boy offers. You smile with a nod.

"Yeah, that'd be great," you agreed.

"You gonna head out?" He asks seeing you slip your shoes on.

Before you can respond, you realize you forgot something back on the sparring deck.

"In a little bit, I forgot my jacket outside," you say tossing your phone on to your bag. "Wait for me?"

Axel gives you a small smile reassuring you he'd still be there when you get back. As you stepped into the backyard, he sees your phone light up, a few texts popping up on the screen.

He's fast to ignore it, but when multiple messages start stacking he's curious to see who was trying to get your attention.

Axel's jaw clenches when he sees the name: Ian Matthews.

Ian Matthews: will you pls just hear me out?

Ian Matthews: i really, really like you

Ian Matthews: pls give me another chance,

His brows furrow, and something inside him twists uncomfortably. Why was Ian still texting you? And more importantly, were you answering him?

Axel hears you come back inside, oblivious to his change in demeanor.

"Okay, I'm ready," you say picking your stuff up.

His fists clenched as he quickly looked away, trying to act like he didn’t see anything. But the words were already burned into his mind.

Was that why you’d been in such a good mood lately? Had you forgiven Ian? Were you actually considering giving that idiot another shot?

Was everything happening between you two all in his head?

You walked to your cars in silence, thoughts and questions racing through Axel's mind while you pondered about Moon's party.

You had to dress cute, since things are finally heading in the right direction with Axel, you looked forward to what Saturday night could bring.

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"He's acting weird," you explain lowly to Sam and Tory as the three of you sat in the library during your free period.

"Like stalker weird?" Tory grimaces making you shake your head.

"No, like he's been really short with me and won't even look at me," you frown, strings beginning to pull at your heart.

"Something had to have happen," Sam spoke quietly. "Did you reject him on accident or insult him? You guys do play around a lot."

You think back to the last few days filled with the laughter and heart to heart conversations you hadn't had with him yet.

"We joke around, but I haven't said anything below the belt," you exhaled tapping your pen along your workbook.

"Well tomorrow is the party, maybe you can talk to him then," Tory suggests.

"I guess," you mumble unsurely. You didn't want to wait until the party, this whole day he's been ignoring you and you hated it.

The girls give you a sympathetic look before going back to work on their schoolwork. Just as you glanced up to the double doors, you see the familiar auburn haired boy saunter into the building.

Your heart sped up as you watched him walk into the psychology row of books, but began to ache as you remember how he looked away when you smiled at him this morning.

You had been looking forward to hanging out with Axel all week, especially since things between you two had finally started feeling easy again.

But instead, he was being cold. Distant. Like you had done something wrong. And you weren’t going to just let that slide.

Standing up from the table, you let Sam and Tory know you'll be right back, and head towards section Axel was in.

Quietly walking between the cases of books, you find the tall boy flipping through what you assume is the novel he's looking for.

"I didn't know you took psych," you spoke up, making Axel jump slightly. He gives you a sideways glance with a silent nod.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his silence, crossing your arms. "Okay… so we’re just not talking now?"

Axel sighed, closing the book and placing it back on the shelf. "Didn't say that."

"You kind of are saying that," you countered, stepping closer. "You've been weird all day. If I did something, just tell me."

Axel contemplated back and forth with what he wanted to say, his gaze still not meeting yours. "It’s nothing."

Your stomach twisted at the dismissal. He was never the most open person, but after the past few weeks, you thought you had broken down some of those walls. And now, here he was, shutting you out again.

"Fine, forget it," you scoffed turning to walk away, but before you can take another step, Axe's hand shot out, gently grabbing ahold of your wrist.

"I saw Ian's texts on your phone," he admits. You face him once again, glancing down where his fingers rested around your hand. "Last night after practice, I didn't mean to, but he was blowing up your phone."

"Yeah," you recall Ian's millions of texts before you finally blocked him.

Your words didn't help, while you waited for Axel to get to the anecdote, he thinks you don't see a problem with your ex propositioning a second chance.

Axel groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. "Look, I just, if you’re giving that guy another chance, then fine, whatever. It’s your life. I just thought—"

He cuts himself off releasing your hand making you frown.

"Thought what?" You inquire. Taking a step closer to him, Axel avoids your gaze. "Thought you and I have something?"

His natural blush had risen to his cheeks, a feature of his that you adored.

"We do," you confirm softly. Axel finally looked at you, his brows furrowed, as if trying to figure out if you were messing with him.

"You mean you—" he hesitates making you laugh.

"Blocked Ian the minute I got home," you finish for him. "Dude never stood a chance."

Axel blinked, clearly processing your words. "Oh."

"I don't think I've ever seen you jealous before," you tease him. "It's kinda hot."

Axel scoffed with slight eye roll. "I was not jealous."

"You were so jealous," you smirk up at him. "You like me."

He crosses his arms over his chest unable to hide his sly grin. "Shut up."

"You so do."

"Do not."

"Do too."

You stood toe to toe with him as he shook his head in defeat.

"So what if I do?" He taunts back at you. Biting back a smile, you gaze up into his sea foam blue eyes.

"Prove it," you dare him.

Axel leans down capturing your lips with his own, placing a soft hand on the side of your face.

Your breath caught in your throat, but you melted into the kiss almost instantly, your hands gripping the front of his hoodie to steady yourself.

Your lips are eager like his to finally touch, your chasing his mouth when he begins to pull away.

"That proof enough for you?" He murmurs, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek.

"I don't know..." you faked an innocent look.

Axel raised an eyebrow slipping his other free hand around your waist. "No?"

You grinned, tugging him down by his hoodie again. "Might need you to prove it a few more times."

He chuckled, shaking his head before leaning in once more. "I can manage that."

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PART 3

(A/n: I'm sooo obsessed with Axel in the new trailer, like my mans is so distraught, cue the meme "STAY AWAY FROM HER. GET A JOB." @ Terry Silver and Wolf. Anyway, loved the trailer, it was a piece of art. Part 3 will soon be in the works.)

[angelsdvsts]

the air between them intensifies, that undeniable chemistry through the roofs -- maybe this was exactly why they didn't work out. . . because she secretly always had a thing for him. a needy desire for him as warm kisses trails down her neck, soft sweet moans falling from her lips as he nipples at her neck. he was addicting, hips wildly grinds against him from the way his lips tingles against her lips towards her ear. "you should've done so. . . show me how good you could treated me long ago." digits drag, tugging at his t-shirt, tugging it off of his tone chest.

her grinding wasn't fair. his member was only getting harder and he felt like it might actually explode if she touched it. he'd never imagined his teasing of her ex would end like this. but he was glad. more than glad. his right hand grabbed her neck, holding her head tightly to explore her skin with kisses and soft bites. "if you only knew…" he began, locking his eyes with hers once more. "everything i wanna do to you." he stole a quick kiss before letting his lips touch her ear. "all the places i wanna bend you over." he bit her earlobe, his free hand slowly working its way down, unfastening her jeans to touch her.

[angelsdvsts]

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"listen, this is... this might sound absurd, but did you go to like a summer beach house in like san diego when you were like sixteen? you just look oddly familiar."

[caw4brandon]

- Yazmin and Vox: Reunion -

A long, long time ago. I created the first sample of creatures under the same name, Vox and Yaz. Both of these names have been through a ton of changes but. It's time they reunite once more!

Featuring: Yazamanyhands/ Yazmin and Vox of the Red

- Their History -

Originally, they were the "Type 0" of the Hoodlites. The first of the many that lead to a community of the same creature with variations of all kinds. They were reworked due to dissatisfaction. Even from the beginning, the concept of what they are is quite clear.

During one of the many attempts to remake the Hoodlites. Vox and Yaz were separated. They took on the creature form under a different approach.

Yaz is more robotic and Vox is more creature-like. While Yaz took a major change from its initial version. Vox's colour palate remained quite the same. However, it was still unsatisfactory.

Feeling defeated, Vox and Yaz were put on the back burner for quite a while but were still actively being reworked behind the scenes. Until I had the desire to make a sixth character. Referencing my old username; Yazamanyhands.

This rekindling also opened the possibility of returning to my roots. Giving Vox a few minor readjustments. Taking old Yaz's body but reworking to Vox's colour and tweak the form.

Hence, this reunion post was made to let them interact again. Both Yaz and Vox have drastically changed but they are still good old friends. Despite everything, they are still them.

[pxrfaitgirlz]

figured i should make a post clarifying this but

Alina, Zara, Yazmin, Blaire, Maple, Catalina, and Azalea all live in the same universe. They don’t typically interact with each other though since Maple and Azalea live in California, while Alina, Zara, Blaire, and Yazmin live in a small town, and Catalina is fucking dead.

The only way I’d maybe see any of them interacting is if Maple was traveling for a concert tour and happened to stop by one of the towns.

[angelsdvsts]

small  chuckle  manages  to  escape,  eyes  glowing  at  she  meets  his  gaze  ,  "  you  caught  me  .  .  .  you  just  know  me  so  well  ,  "  and  within  that  statement  itself,  it  was  the  saddest  yet  happiest  thing  she  could  experience  .  lucky  to  have  found  it  with  someone  ,  but  sad  considering  they  couldn't  spend  a  life  time  together.  "  of  course,  my  love  ,  "  taking  hold  of  the  pin  as  she  safely  pins  it  to  his  collar  ,  leaning  down  to  plant  a  soft  kiss  upon  his  chin.  "  you're  the  best  thing  i've  ever  had  .  "

soft hues looked down at her, " i do think you like shopping too. " he teased, trying to keep things light even though his heart felt heavy as led. " thank you. " he held the star is in his hand, " can you help me put it on? " jonah wanted it on him. wanted a part of her, of them, on him. watching her pretty face he can't help but realize how lucky he was. they wouldn't have forever with her but he got some time. what if he never would've met her? he wouldn't have been the man he was. he wouldn't have been as soft, as understanding, as kind ... she brought that out of him.

[mayhemhq]

TEAM SICK FREAKS (secretly team sick fucks) COACH: hook. / @worshipme COLOR: orange TEAM UNIFORM: orange top with team name printed on it. any black bottoms. feel free to accessorize as you see fit. TEAM SONG: nasty girl remix by tinashe (ft. chloe)

**please note that we will have posts queued at the start of each game to kick off interactions with both teams in each game. these are just an overview of the games and teams is just for ooc reference, so muns have prior knowledge and can be prepared.

game one: egg & spoon race.

participating is the team of: @smileinspite, @poppindawgs @omegaweapons @ratedrcope @lexnair @thewrestlerx a.k.a. WILLOW, TRENT, KENNY, ADAM, LEXY & SHIBATA.

game two: wet seatpants relay.

participating is the team of: @jernigans @skippen @timelesstcrm @harleycam @itsyazmin @haytersade a.k.a. ANNA, KIP, TONI, HARLEY, YAZMIN & JAMIE.

game three: zorb ball relay.

participating is the team of: @hdbnger @judgmentjay @kylefletcher @trkhan @lvigier @brokcnhalo a.k.a. ELP, JAY, KYLE, TONY, LIAM & MELISSA.

game four: dodgeball.

participating is the team of: @zsjr @rebelsovereign @mcnemaker @scumbagmax @callmedaddystat @absolutestroke @paparoddy a.k.a. ZACK, DAVID, MERCEDES, MAX, KRIS, RICKY & RODERICK.

game five: pit pursuit.

participating is the team of: @fightingglamour @firedidol @wrkhorse @pennymead @dear-abril @blckthrnes a.k.a. MARIAH, MAKI, ANTHONY, PENNY, ABRIL & JULIA.

game six: obstacle course.

participating is the team of: @junglds @obeybrookes @smdftb @luncaticmoxley @brittsdmd @sw3rvecity @scisscrking @beachorange a.k.a. JACK, CHRIS, DANNY, JON, BRITT, SWERVE, ANTHONY & ORANGE CASSIDY.

[angelsdvsts]

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"i -- uhm, what?" scoff falls from lips, disbelief at the words flying from the other's lips. easy to deny, deny, deny. "that's not me, you have no way to prove it."

[caaaaaaaaaaaaaampbell]

Hiiiiiiiii it's me again!!!!!!!!

I just wathced the first episode of s3 of camp cretaceous!!!!

And they baited me so hard!!!!! I was already thinoing about how the whole season would be them lost in the middle of the pcean on a raft and I was so sad they were leaving bumpy behind!!!! But nope they failed which os probably for the best, that plan wasn't very smart!!!

I kinda want to see the other plans!!! Especially the elicopter one!!!

Also yayyyy it was a bonding episode!!!!!! And oh my god kimji and sally are so energic and chaotic toghter!!!!! They are so fun when they interact and I love them!!!!!

Meanwhile we have brooklyn and yazmine being awkward and trying to show the other that what they do is better, which i get that, both of them trived in an environment were being the best was the goal. Still i am very happy they came around and became more friends!!!! Without sally those two weren't really on the best terms!!!

Oh and I am happy they are keeping ben wild!!! And ypu know being very different from all the others, it would have been sad if right after he came he immediately reversed back.

Also yes I was really thinking why didn't thay took the hunter's boat??? Anf then they did!!!!!! Awesome!!!!

They baited a lot. Se 4 & 5 are notorious for it.

Also kenji and sammy are literally insane together. (Lowkey same with brooklyn and yaz)

Ben is crazy, literally insane.

They're pretty smart cookies

[angelsdvsts]

when  he  leans  back  ,  she  finds  herself  leaning  forward  --  taking  up  his  space  much  like  he  did  to  her  previously  .  "  just  because  you're  the  oldest  doesn't  mean  jack  shit  ,  "  yet  there's  a  gleam  in  her  eyes  ;  something  that  pushes  her  to  take  a  risk  with  the  older  brother  .  and  for  a  split  second  as  his  hues  lingers  upon  her  lips  ,  he's  trapped  --  as  if  she  cast  a  spell  to  have  him  locked  in  a  trance  .  it  made  her  feel  powerful  ,  having  that  effect  on  him  .  perfectly  plump  lips  curves  into  a  smirk  ,  "  think  i'd  rather  know  what's  going  on  in  yours  .  .  .  think  your  eyes  are  a  clear  giveaway  to  your  thoughts  ,  but  still  i  want  you  to  elaborate  .  .  .  and  maybe  just  maybe  i'll  give  you  what  you  want  .  "

cerulean orbs sink to the nail that pressed into his chest as he leaned back , gaze shifting back to her mirror ( what a beautiful one it was . one he would never get tired looking at . ) “ well . . . i am the oldest . ” pointed out smugly as if it was meant to earn him extra brownie points . “ i'm kind of used to taking charge . ” shoulders shrug casually as if it's a normal talking point . as if he isn't trying to get his brother's girlfriend into his own bed . can't stop himself from looking at her lips . practically stares at them , admiring their shape . the way they form every word . imagines devouring them , slipping his tongue past them . . . clears his throat when he realizes he had been stuck in a daze meets her eyes again . “ so . . . what's running through that pretty head of yours ? ”

[gyrovagi]

4 15 and 42? for dak-wai orrr all of your rooks :3c

ty!! (from this post)

4. Which faction did they join, and why? How long has it been?

before meeting varric, dak-wai had been a grey warden for a little over 4 years. they'd been living/having an existential crisis in a village in the anderfels for two years prior, struggling to find a reason to stay alive and unable to shake the feeling that their attempts to do anything other than Kill Things were just clumsy play-acting. it wasn't particularly surprising that they caught the attention of patrolling grey wardens while helping repel a darkspawn raid. they gladly joined the order to try and find a purpose in protection, thinking of themself now as a shield instead of a weapon, which definitely is 100% healthy and solved all their problems forever

ha-neul had a long-standing interest in magic since he was young, having a lot of exposure to magic/interaction with mages as the younger child of a noble caste family with long-standing trade ties to minrathous. he led a very privileged life and was fascinated by this part of the world that he could as a Rule Of Nature never have access to. despite his family's discouragement, this naturally branched out into an interest in elven history and ruins. which then led him to running away from home and, for most of his 20s, nearly getting killed trying to explore arlathan forest. the nascent veil jumpers were the only organization interested in these expeditions, and by far the best way to ensure you didn't get killed by traps or demons in the process, so his joining up was motivated by self-preservation as much as anything. his real philosophical alignment with the faction is... questionable, but he's found friends among its people.

orpheus and yazmin did not really have a choice in the matter lmfao, orpheus was found by skeletons as an infant, yaz was orphaned by trevelyan machinations and then bought by the crows as a child. orpheus has never really analyzed all that, he thinks he leads a charmed life. yaz thinks her life in the crows is better than many worse alternatives and she's fucking good at it. she knows it's not the life her mother would have wanted for her, but well, mom's dead. her desires can't change anything now.

15. What’s the first thing people notice when Rook enters a room?

dak-wai is 7 ft tall, taking the broken horns into account, and goes everywhere in warden uniform, so honestly. what Don't people notice. their lack of reaction to the attention might actually be what stands out - they stand with a soldier's posture, and never acknowledge looks or whispers, just moving with purpose.

yaz shouldn't be noticed entering a room unless she wants to be - but someone paying attention would notice her habit of quickly assessing entries and exits and positioning herself with her back to a wall and clear lines of sight.

ha-neul enters every room like he assumes he's welcomed, with a friendly smile that could almost make you overlook the very visible scars. orpheus has terrible posture and gravitates towards any objects that look shiny or interesting

42. Something Rook regrets:

as a rule, ha-neul doesn't see the point of regret 🤷‍♂️.

orpheus is my only rook who regrets his Faction Background Incident - life in the mourn watch is the only life he's ever known, the order and its ideals mean a lot to him, and the idea that he Beefed It enough to get technically unofficial disapproval is really troubling to him. he's 20.

dak-wai would have a hard time finding something specific to regret. they wish the period of their life between ages 17-21 hadn't happened, but that's not really something they had control over, and they try to keep moving forward and avoid dwelling on it. during the events of the game, they regret what happened at weisshaupt, and they're probably going to spend years wondering if there was any way it could've been prevented. if they could've gotten through to the first warden earlier, if there was a better plan. no logic is going to get through the sheer depth of grief wrapped up there

yazmin... owain found out about her existence and reached out about 4 years ago. despite her better judgment, she agreed to meet him. it took about two minutes for her to yell at him and storm out. he sent another letter afterwards saying that if she ever did want to speak with him he'd always be willing. she doesn't know what she should have done instead, but she gets so fucking mad both at him and herself every time she remembers it

[ghostwise]

#16 for rook with the codex prompts!

16. a conversation between your OC and their best friend I've been brainstorming a close friend/ex-romance of Lirio's, so this will include her, and his best friends among the companions as well bc I can't pick <3

Yazmin

“Liriooo!”

For a moment, he’s back on the Siren’s Song, and his name is shouted into the sea air, soon to be followed by a crude joke or a snappy command. But he’s not on the Siren; he’s in Dairsmuid, at the docks, following one of Neve’s leads. The voice, however, is one he’d recognize anywhere.

He is scanning the area where he’s guessing the voice sounded from, when she rushes him from behind.

“Yaz-!”

They nearly fall into the water. The woman is tall, brown skinned, a Qunari with graceful horns and a cloud of dark curls around her head.

“Yazmin!” he laughs, hugging her tight. “By all the false gods!”

“Long time no see, little flower!” She beams at him through kohl-lined eyes. “I can’t believe it! I didn’t see the Siren at port, or I would’ve looked for you sooner!”

“I’m not on the Siren anymore,” Lirio says, and her eyes widen.

“No? Where are you nowadays?” she asks.

“I’m not with the Lords,” he admits to her. “Or any ship, for that matter. I’m… well, I’m on a job. An important one. Isabela’s doing that got me there, to tell you the truth, but…”

With every word, her eyes get bigger. Not with the Lords! Or any ship? Bound to land? For a job!?

He almost feels bad; it’s been so long since they have seen each other, and yet, that’s all the more reason to celebrate, isn’t it?

“Shit, Yaz!” he laughs, finding that it’s too long a story. Instead, he stands on tiptoe and throws an arm around her shoulders. “Let me buy you a drink and tell you all about it!”

2. Davrin

“So,” Davrin says slowly, “I learned a lot about Emmrich today.”

“Oh?” Lirio asks, holding an ice pack to his head.

Davrin sits across the table from him with a sheepish grin. The gingerwort truffle elixir they had brewed together has mostly left Davrin’s senses. Lirio, however, has been carrying on conversations with Assan for hours… not to mention, with talkative wisps, and a particularly mischievous candlehop, who he insists is ferrying information to someone named the Architect. None of it makes much sense.

After consulting with the necromancer, and receiving a rather flustered apology, Davrin is fairly certain that's to be expected.

“I think our esteemed professor was… something of a wild child, back in the day.” He clears his throat. “You know, he thinks your recent lyrium exposure is, ah… interacting with the tea in a weird way.”

“Davrin,” Lirio says, squinting up at him, “He can help us. He knows things. About the Blight. But I’m not sure we should trust him.”

“… Right,” Davrin says. “How about I stay with you a little while longer, Li?”

“I… would like that, Davrin,” Lirio sighs, bringing the ice to his head again. “Thank you.”

3. Lace

She’s worn the amulet every day since he gave it to her. It’s always pleasing to see a gift well received; Lirio smiles whenever he spots it peeking out from under her armor, or at her desk, in her room.

“How’s that good luck charm treating you?” he asks her when he catches her fiddling with it one day.

“Oh! Good! Yeah.” Lace holds it up between two fingers: a perfect little sliver of polished red coral. “Honestly I didn’t really believe in luck charms before this. But my dreams have definitely gotten better.”

“Great,” Lirio hums, satisfied. “Glad it’s working. I kind of knew it would, though. S’like… you were meant to have it. You have much in common with it, after all.”

“How do you mean?”

“It’s small, pointy, red, and lucky. Like you.”

“Teasing me,” Lace grumbles. “Hmm. Dunno if I like that.”

“It’s a compliment. An endearment, even! I’m saying, you’re sort of like my cornicello.”

“Li,” she groans, blushing already.

“My good luck charm! Honest.”

“I won’t stand for this, you know.” Lace holds up the cornicello again, this time, as if wielding a tiny dagger. “En garde.”

“But I’m unarmed?” He fishes in his pockets, and comes out with a coin. “I do have a shield. Have at you!”

“Tsh, tsh,” she says, tapping the cornicello against the coin.

“Shield bash!” he retaliates.

“Nooo,” Lace gasps. “I thought we were friends.”

“Hello?” Bellara asks, peeking her head into the dining room. “What… what’s going on?”

“Nothing!” Lace quickly says, and now the blush is truly noticeable on her. Lirio only laughs, and he flicks the coin at Bellara, who catches it in her palm and then slowly places it in her apron pocket.

She blinks, her brows furrowing so much as to scrunch up her vallaslin. “Um, thanks? I’m gonna… get back to cooking now…”