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Sink Or Swim

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Friday, 21:12

Song: Kygo, Haux - Only Us

Jens has no idea where he’s going. He’d snuck out the back in the hopes it would at least give him extra time, but he hadn’t really thought of where he would go after that. He realises, now, as he’s creeping around the house, that it would have been a lot simpler to head straight for the front and run. His fear had simply been getting stopped at the front door, but the car has only just made it up the street.

His best option now is possibly hiding, but he, again, has no idea where to go. He’s berating himself for how slow both his mind and body are moving, but it’s not doing anything to help. He feels lost and panicked and shaky, his focus still back inside as he reacted automatically while his thoughts went racing. They’re still running now, spinning and churning and beginning to give him a headache, and he can only suck in a breath and try to fix himself in the present.

His head is a wreck.

He notices the light flashing towards him too late, and he only has a moment to seize up in panic before an arm is clasping his chest and pulling him bodily to the side. He stumbles into another body and then the wall, letting out a startled noise, before a hand slips over his mouth and someone is hissing at him to shush.

He blinks and finally focuses in on Lucas’s profile.

He’s pulled him into a small alcove created by the outcropping room at the side of the house, pressing them into the shadows together. Jens needs a few seconds to take him in, and then he’s swallowing at their proximity and his lips brush Lucas’s hand and he thinks he might lose it.

What am I thinking? What’s wrong with me?

“Are you just waiting around to get caught?” Lucas hisses at him.

He begins to mumble a response, and Lucas presses his hand more firmly over his lips and gives him a severe look. Jens smiles, because he knows Lucas can’t see it. They wait with baited breath as the flashlight skims across the wall next to them, and then they wait still.

They stand silently for a few minutes before Lucas chances peeking his head around the corner. Jens finally relaxes when he lets out a sigh of relief, but regrets the loss of contact as Lucas lets his hand drop.

“Does this make me the damsel in distress?” Jens still keeps his voice low. It’s too easy, with Lucas still so close.

Lucas still starts as if he’d yelled at him, but then he’s huffing out a laugh. “It makes you an idiot who can’t be trusted by himself for five minutes.”

“So either way, it’s good that I have you.”

He regrets the words instantly, as Lucas begins to examine him and his mind returns to mush. What had happened, inside? The sensations all blur together, lips on his and hands in his hair and none of it Lucas, but blue eyes locked onto his and the center of all his focus anyway. He thinks of Jana, and his head spins under the confusion, his stomach churning with the weight of trying to figure it out, and he has to close his eyes.

Then Lucas mumbles, “At least you know you’re lucky,” and Jens opens his eyes to find him smiling.

Fuck, he’s pretty.

Stop.

“I can repay you by walking you home?” Jens steps back out into the street, doing a quick sweep of the space before beckoning Lucas after him, hoping he doesn’t sound too hopeful.

“Or I can walk you and avoid being pathetically early for my curfew.”

“You’re taking the whole Prince Charming thing right up until the end, huh?”

Lucas falls into step beside him as they make it out onto the road and side-eyes him. “What makes you think I’d try to charm you?”

You don’t have to, Jens thinks, and then he shakes it away. He can only answer with a shrug. He feels a little awkward, now, walking alongside Lucas, after their weird moment at the party. It’s even weird to think of it as a moment. Every time he thinks about Lucas, it’s weird.

“You seemed charmed enough back there, anyway.”

Jens feels like the breath has been punched out of him, and he can’t quite believe Lucas has brought it up. He isn’t quite ready to go there.

Is Lucas really going to—?

“I didn’t know you and Jana were a thing again.”

Oh.

Now, Jens feels the urgent need to correct him. “We’re not. I don’t actually know what that was. I wasn’t expecting it, and I definitely would have never initiated it.”

Lucas glances at him. “No?”

“Jana and I...it wouldn’t be a good idea. I’m not sure it ever was.” Jens sighs, looking over at Lucas as he explains. “Do you remember at lunch the other day, what Moyo said about us?”

“That was about Jana?”

Jens nods, running his tongue over the roof of his mouth as he looks back down at the sidewalk. “I was dating her best friend, Britt, first. And Jana and I got together before I broke up with her.”

Understanding comes to Lucas quickly. “You cheated.”

“Yeah,” Jens sighs. “It was just...kind of shitty, with the other girl, and I know it’s not an excuse, but...it was easier with Jana. And the universe has had its payback, so, I’ve learned from my mistakes.”

“What do you mean, payback?”

“Our relationship was never honest, and it fucked a lot of things up for Jana. She lost her friends, and it was hard on her, and she didn’t trust me. I was lying to her, though. Except she thought I was cheating on her with Britt, and I was actually buying weed off Britt’s brother,” Jens huffs. “I still don’t really know what the fuck happened, but she...she ended up cheating on me.”

Lucas’s brows shoot up. “Fuck.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s more complicated than I expected.”

“And I haven’t even told you yet that she was then the one to break up with me. Then kind of have a relationship with the guy she cheated with. I actually thought they were still having a thing, but now...I don’t know what I’m supposed to think.”

“Ouch. That’s something else, Jens.”

“Yeah, well. I probably deserved it, I guess.”

Lucas grabs his arm and pulls him to a stop. “Hey, no. That’s stupid. Jana was in it with you at the start. You took the risk together. It doesn’t make her hurting you with someone else right.”

Jens feels his heart flutter again at the intensity in his gaze, the firmness in his words. The fierce care that seems to emanate from him, always, even for Jens. For the most undeserving. “Well, that’s why I’m trying not to be stupid again. We’ve talked about it before, and I thought we agreed that we’re past it. I don’t know what happened tonight. But it didn’t happen because I wanted it to.”

He watches Lucas’s throat bob as he swallows. The air thickens. “No?”

Jens shakes his head. He doesn’t make the conscious decision to take a step forward, but there’s suddenly less space between them. Lucas has to look up at him, like this, and Jens finds that he likes it. He likes the way his curls fall back, just slightly, and how his jaw slackens, staying soft, and how the line of his throat seems longer, more exposed, and how he keeps his eyes firmly on Jens’s, always. It sends a tiny thrill through him, and then Lucas’s eyes drop to his lips.

It’s only a split-second glance, but it’s enough to take Jens back to the party and remind him exactly how not-weird it felt, when his thoughts stumble to a halt.

The only thought going through his mind now is that he needs to get closer.

He leans in, and Lucas’s head falls back farther, but he strains up to meet him, and Jens’s heart climbs up into his throat.

Then the sound of a phone ringing snaps the world back into glaring focus and leaves them springing apart.

Jens fumbles at the pockets of his coat, trying to remember which one he’d slid his phone into. By the time he has pulled it out, the ringer has stopped and Lucas is a good foot away from him, crossing his arms over his chest to fend off the cold. The missed call is from Lies, and it only takes seconds for a message from her to come through instead.

heard about the party. you better not be getting arrested rn

Jens snorts, even as his gaze flickers back up to Lucas in regret, the lost moment still lingering between them. Lucas’s smile is soft, and Jens is hit suddenly with the truth of his slow realisations.

He can’t deny it anymore. The desire floods him, suddenly, to kiss Lucas, and he can’t turn a blind eye. He’s never felt anything like it.

It makes his pulse quicken and his heart race and he kind of wants to throw up.

“My sister heard about the cops. She’s just wondering if she’s going to have to come bail me out.”

Lucas laughs, and Jens marvels at the way everything he does seems so soft, suddenly, before gathering his wits enough to text Lies back.

“We should probably get you home, then,” Lucas says, and Jens agrees with the utmost reluctance and a gentle smile of his own.

The wreck of his head feels a little like it’s been set on fire, but for now, he has no problem letting Lucas burn him up from the inside out.

[marvels-writings]

Genesis

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist

Requested by: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx : HEEEELLLOOOO hope you are doing superb :D I saw the song requests so, I'm bad at listening to songs but I heard this song and it sounds like quite a good one for this so, may I request Genesis by Dua Lipa with Wanda and a long one please :3

Word Count: 1,802

A/N: I think this is the only song I’ve heard before in my inbox rn. 

‘In the beginning

God created Heaven and Earth

For what it's worth, I think that he might've created you first,’

You hummed the lyrics, your back on a mat as you stargazed with Wanda. She had to leave for a week-long mission tomorrow. So, you wanted to make the best of the time you had till then, which resulted in a blanket fort on the roof of the Avengers compound. 

Music, snacks, and stargazing. Wanda loved it. She lay down next to you, her head rested on your shoulder as she looked up at the stars. You started pointing out the constellations. 

Though, you didn't tell her you had memorized all of the information an hour before to impress her. So far, your plan to impress her and get her to like you was working.

’Just my opinion

Your body is the one paradise that I wanna fly to

Every day and every night’

Video chatting Wanda in the middle of her mission is not your best idea, but it was far from your worst. The witch loved waking up and seeing your texts proposing a Skype call to cheer her up. You had heard how hard the mission was. You wanted to see her happier.

Your calls and texts helped her mood every single day. She wanted to take the first flight back to you.

’I've been sick and tired of running

Chasing all of the flashing lights

These late nights don't mean nothing,’

You weren’t sure what you and Wanda were. Both of you were close friends, but you both felt more than that. Wanda flirted with you more often than you’d care to admit. You returned the flirting, but neither of you were sure what you were.

After Wanda got back from the mission, she was more touchy with you. Flirting at almost every chance she got. It confused you, you didn’t know if it was just friendly flirting or if she wanted to be with you, romantically.

She had spent the night in your room, cuddling. 

But it turned into your first kiss with her. It felt like everything you had ever imagined and more. Her arms around your neck, pulling you impossibly closer. Your hands snaking around her waist, keeping her close to you.

Everything felt perfect.

’So I just wanna apologize

I'm sorry, so sorry

I'm sorry, yeah’

Apologizing for your behavior to each other had become the norm at this point. You argued often about your relationship, you had wanted a relationship with her. But Wanda wasn’t ready for it. She wasn’t sure if she was good for you or if she was ready for a relationship

The witch had never been in a relationship before. She knew she loved you, but it scared her. Everyone she had ever loved had died or left her. Wanda didn’t want the same for you.

This wasn’t your first argument about this after Wanda had finally admitted her feelings for you. You wanted to announce your relationship. But she refused. 

’I need your love

And I'm dying for the rush

'Cause my heart ain't got enough’

Dancing, you spun Wanda around in circles on the floor at one of Tony’s parties. After you’d seen a few girls flirting with her, you’d quickly grown possessive and pulled her away from them. Wrapping your arms around her waist, you pressed your front into her back and started swaying to the music.

Both of you noticed the rest of the team staring at you and exchanging money, probably on a bet they had made. Rolling your eyes, you squeezed Wanda’s waist and turned her around.

Wanda wasn’t sure what you were doing, but she didn’t want to stop you. Your body against hers felt too good, it felt right. She didn’t have the heart to pull away from you. Though the witch wasn’t sure if she ever wanted to leave you, and it was scaring her.

’I need your touch

This is getting serious

Tell me that it's not the end of us’

Neither of you wanted this to end. The touching, the kisses, the attention. You loved everything about her, but relationships were complicated. Wanda didn’t want the rules, the complications associated with being in a relationship. She wanted you, but she didn’t know-how.

You knew things would get complicated when you tried to initiate a relationship. But you didn’t expect it to get this complicated. More often than not, you found yourself in your bedroom, Wanda laying on top of you. Staring at the ceiling, you found yourself wishing you could go back to the beginning.

When you first met, before you fell for her and everything got complicated.

’How can we go back to the beginning?

Without you, I've got no air to breathe in

How can we go back to the beginning?’

Running your hand through your hair, you sat down on the bed. Wanda had been arguing with you on coming out with your relationship. You wanted to come out to the rest of the team, but after seeing the press blow up on the dance you had with Wanda. It made you rethink everything

If you came out with Wanda, you’d become a weakness. Agents from every single mafia and organization would target you to try to get to Wanda using you. The witch didn’t want you to get hurt because of her. Even though you could defend yourself, Wanda was too scared of losing you. 

’Don't matter what's written

We can start all over again, all over again

Oh, how can I get you all over my skin?’

After suggesting you try to announce your relationship at Tony’s party, Wanda started to distance herself from you. Taking missions when you were supposed to spend time together. Disappearing abruptly whenever you were near her.

The missions were weighing her down, being away from you was taking its toll on her. She missed you, missed going into your room because she couldn’t sleep, missed your hugs, your kisses, everything about you. It was driving her crazy to stay away from you.

Whenever she saw you, the brunette wanted to pull you into a hug and tell you everything that was happening. But she couldn’t, she saw the pain in your eyes whenever she pulled away. Wanda couldn’t apologize for trying to keep you safe from her.

It was driving you crazy to be so far away from her. You’d gotten too used to being near her. You didn’t know how to fix it either.

’My deep intuition tells me that I'm doing you wrong

If I don't come home

Just say you forgive me and don't let me go’

After a month of her charade of staying away from you. She broke, knocking on your room in the middle of the night with tears streaming down her face. You pulled her into your room, listening to her frantic apologies. Wiping the tears away from her face with your hands, she whispered frantic apologies, her hands holding you close to her.

It surprised you when she pulled you in for a searing kiss, her lips moving over yours hungrily. But she pulled away as quickly, apologizing and trying to give you your space even though it was tearing her apart.

’So I just wanna apologize

I'm sorry, so sorry

I'm sorry, yeah’

You hugged her, holding her close, running your hands through her hair. Wanda relaxed into you, your touch sending sparks of electricity through her. Everything about you felt right. You felt right.

‘I need your love

And I'm dying for the rush

'Cause my heart ain't got enough’

You needed her, whenever she was gone, you felt hopeless. Nothing seemed to amuse you, you forgot to eat, drink, and trained more often than you needed to. The rest of the team saw this and tried to cheer you up. But all you wanted was Wanda.

’I need your touch

This is getting serious

Tell me that it's not the end of us’

Wanda wasn’t sure what was happening anymore. She knew she loved you, unconditionally. You loved her back, everything seemed perfect. But every time you tried to turn it into a relationship, it barreled into a disaster. Dates always felt like you were just close friends.

‘You know, I roar like a lion

For you, you know I'll keep trying 'til the sun stops rising’

But neither of you wanted to stop. You loved her too much to leave her, so you kept trying. Over and over again, you were getting tired of it. Wanda needed you with her, but she saw how much this was exhausting you. 

Trying to get away from you didn’t work.

Every time she tried to leave you, she found herself making her way back to you. Finding comfort in your arms, your touch. She needed you.

’How can we go back to the beginning?

Without you, I've got no air to breathe in

“How can we go back to the beginning?” Wanda asked you. 

You shrugged, playing with your hands in your lap. Smirking, you got up and held your hand out.

“Hi, I’m y/n, y/n y/l/n and it’s great to meet you,” You introduced, Wanda laughed, rubbing the mascara stains off of her cheeks.

“I’m Wanda Maximoff and the pleasure is all mine,” Wanda giggled. 

You kissed her forehead and sat down next to her, taking one of her hands in yours and stroking the knuckles of it. Both of you were tired of everything. But you still had each other, it was all either of you needed. 

Buy me a coffee?

A/N: I’m really sorry but I didn’t know how to make this longer, really sorry about that. Tell me what you think tho!

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Shot Through The Heart: Chapter 7 (part 3)

Okay my loves, thank you all for bearing with my shitty/ non-existent publishing schedule. I know I’m trash but please don’t hate meeeeeee. The following takes place both during brunch (the next day) as well as the night before. It’s, as usual HELLA NSFW so prepare yourself for that. In addition I wanna shoutout @starseternalnighttriumphant​ and @highqueenofelfhame​ for always accepting my random messages that are riddled with smut and being so motivational. Y’all the real MVP’s. 

Alright babes, let’s do this! @sjmsstuff​ I truly hope you aren’t in public again when you read this 

Elide:

Elide sat at the table, sunglasses on, wearing her black silk robe and old Uggs. Her sex-wild hair was something reminiscent of the 70’s, flowing with a life of its own down her back. Dorian looked up to her as she sat down and smirked, the bastard. By now they all knew about the trio’s “little game” and Elide was pretty sure he had money on her; though she didn’t know what for. She smirked back as she reached for an empty coffee mug… It was much too far for her reach so she simply rolled her head to the left. To Lorcan, sitting close, eyes wide and expectant.

“Salvaterre, be a dear and,” she waved to the mug, “I need caffeine, I’m worn out.”

Lorcan’s dark eyes narrowed a fraction, but he grabbed the glass from the space between them and stood, a small, proud smile finding its way onto his face.

“Sugar… or would you prefer just cream inside?” He asked with a smirk. Dorian made a thinly veiled snort from his end of the table, and Elide looked up in time to see his eyes flick to Manon, before punching a single character onto his phone. Ahh.. So this is the bet. Elide thought.

She could be charitable.

“Oh, I’ve just remembered. My trainer has me adding this new supplement for my next role. It’s so far away…” she whined.  “Salvaterre, is there any way I could convince you to grab that instead? It’s in my bag, back in my suite?” Her smile dripped sugar. Her tongue darted out, wetting her bottom lip before capturing it between her teeth. 

“Not a problem, I left my phone in there anyways. I’ll be right back.” And he scuttled away.

Dorian  >> Your new puppy is such a good boy

Elide    << You have no idea, so many new tricks already. He sits, begs, and now retrieves. 

<< You’re welcome by the way

<< You owe me a massage when I make you rich..er today

>> You keep this up and I’ll give you anything you want

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She was tired of playing, Lorcan had grown to confident as the evening progressed and it was time for Elide to let him know where he stood. “Salvaterre, follow me” she whispered into his ear, one had pressed firmly against his chest. She was so close she could feel the shiver run through his body at her words, she smiled knowingly then turned on her heel and began walking towards her own room down the hall… away from prying ears. 

As soon as the door closed behind him he spun to her, pinning her against the wall. Already half hard in his sweatpants, Elide simply laughed and turned her head. His lips meeting the side of her head. 

“Ah, Ah, Ahh,” she tisked and pushed him back off of her. The growl he loosed was practically comical. She walked slowly to the chair in the living area and sat, eyes locked with his. “Do you want to kiss me Lorcan?”

He nodded his head slowly, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Then you need to earn it.” She slowly spread her legs, reaching her right hand out in a point, then flicking the finger down. “On your knees soldier, don’t make me ask twice.”

The thump of knees on carpet echoed in the small room, instantly followed by large hands sliding from her ankles to her thighs. He looked back up to her, eyes so dark they were practically black. She quirked a brow, a signal to continue. 

The scratch of his face along her inner thigh sent chills through her spine. He kissed her, just outside her lips, wet and languid, before moving his mouth to hover just above her slit. He blew cold air, and she struggled to remain still. He sensed her movement and immediately placed a sinewy forearm across her stomach locking her to the chair. 

His tongue slid slowly up, parting her folds and dancing along the bundle of nerves at the top. The moan she released was low and breathy, He bit down there, no warning and then sucked the hurt away. Elide could feel her orgasm already brewing but didn’t feel he needed the satisfaction. Working her in varying strokes she was shaking before his long fingers ever slid into her. 

The moment he reached that spot she rolled her head back and screamed, his fingers drumming a rhythm deep within and his tongue and lips sucking pleasure from her clit. It didn’t take long for him to bring her to her first climax. She was shuddering around him, fingers threaded in her hair, his name on her lips.

When her breathing finally evened out, his strokes slowing to a stop she finally spoke.

“Do you think you’ve earned it?” 

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Back from the room, phone and powder in hand, Lorcan had reclaimed his seat and began dishing up a very Bacon-heavy meal. Elide, momentarily lost trying to read Lysandra's mind, was startled by her own plate, now piled with eggs, fruit, and bacon being set in-front of her with a clink. She smiled, and looked back to Lorcan. He held his phone with his left hand, engrossed in an article while slowly sipping his own coffee. The sun played off his tan skin beautifully, the sharp lines of his jaw standing in stark contrast. He was, exquisite. She-

Dorian >> As much as I’m LIVING for you and Dr. Dark and Sexy’s game of                      eye fuck at brunch... I AM LOSING TO ASTERIN. 

>> She is KILLING us rn

>> Fix this. Please.

>> also delete these texts, no evidence

<< *middle finger emoji*

<< make it a massage and a bottle of Johnny Walker and I will

Elide reached over to rest her hand on Lorcan’s knee, while sipping her own coffee. As she slid her hand slowly up his thigh, under his shorts, she felt his whole body go taught. Her pinky drawing a small ark right beside his member, she smiled into her coffee and leaned over slightly. 

“Wanna play a game?”

His inhale was audible. 

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Lorcan crashed into her from his position between her legs, his chin and lip still slick with her, she relished the taste. His mouth was hungry, lips near bruising and hands threading through her hair. She arched into the movement, moaning slightly as he slid his tongue against hers.

His hands travelled from her hair, down her back, and under her thighs, as he bodily lifted her from the chair to carry her to the bed. She whimpered slightly, Elide loved this. Loved feeling like she could be absolutely wrecked and taking back that control. She gave him a moment to think this was his game now. She loved his power.

He tossed her on the bed and made to crawl on top of her, but she waggled her finger back and forth before he could join.

“Lay down.” She commanded.

He did. Elide half expected a salute, and was 10% sad she wasn’t given one. 

As he lowered his body to the mattress beside her, she slid up his body to straddle him. She removed the rest of her clothing as he watched her. His large hands lightly caressing her sides, underneath her breasts, down her stomach, and finally coming to rest at her hips. His eyes crawled back up to meet hers, and in a night soft voice he murmured “Beautiful.”

The moment was terrifyingly soft. Elide grabbed his wrists and brought them above his head, eyes locked on hers. With one arm she held them there, and with the other she worked his cock free of his pants. He sighed against her neck. Elide bent forward to kiss him, slow and languid, still holding his arms aloft, her right hand brushing his head back and forth against her entrance. 

He growled and canted his hips slightly. She clicked her tongue and pulled back from him.

“What do you want?” Her voice was raspy, breathless.

“Everything.”

She slammed down onto him, and they moaned in unison. Rolling her hips forward, she worked him, each movement rubbing just the right spot inside her. Elide threw her head back, releasing his arms to place her hands on his chest, wracking her nails down it and flipping her hair in the same motion.

Lorcan grabbed her hips immediately, grip firm as he used his legs to begin fully thrusting inside of her. His rhythm: relentless. 

“That’s it baby.” He growled from beneath her. “Come all over me.”

Elide’s orgasm crested, eyes locked, hands bruising. She screamed.

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Lorcan nodded and leaned closer, “What did you have in mind Lochan?”

“Remember our first game?” She whispered into her coffee mug. Lorcan’s eyes shot to her hand still on his thigh, then to her eyes. He looked wild. She felt his cock twitch through his gym shorts. The sound he choked down was positively strangled.

“Scared?” She asked, beginning to withdraw her hand.

“Never.” His hand shot out to grab her wrist. She smirked.

“Good. Don’t move,” she purred. “And don’t make a fucking sound.”

Godsdamnit did Elide love brunch. 

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[tundra-tiger]

Hiya!!!!! @raiswanson tagged me in this, 20 questions to ask your OC. So I’m gonna do everyone’s favorite Talis, the dragonborn paladin himself!!! This is Talis as he is as of the latest short story that I’ve posted on AO3, so to anyone who knows things that happen later, that’s why said things aren’t brought up--this is the newest and freshest of Talis available :3 Fresh out of backstory and into the big city! Prepare yourselves for a lot of uncertainty aLSO HERE’S HOPING THE READ MORE WORKS, BECAUSE THIS IS LONG

1) if they could choose a new name, what would they choose?

Oh! Huh, I uh…. Well… I don’t really know. I… don’t think I’ve ever thought about it, to be honest. It doesn’t… really matter, what I’m called. The name I have is fine [Talis shrugs] I don’t really need a new one

2) what’s a surefire way of making them happy?

Ahh, I’m sorry, I…. I’m… not really sure [He rubs the back of his neck and offers a small, sheepish smile] I’m not doing that well at these questions, am I? Uh… Really, all I need is, uh, I guess down time? When everyone can just sit and rest a bit? 

……

I think I used to knit. I think… that, used to make me happy

(happy is kind of a tricky thing for Talis, rn, and he doesn’t know how to handle it. Things like hugs or shared snacks or warm, quiet evenings by a crackling fire would make him happy, but also would make him feel a lot of other things at the same time. It’s complicated)

3) what’s a surefire way of making them sad?

Oh, well, the, yknow, pretty usual… I mean…. It’s the… um…

[He’s rubbing his arms and stares off to the side. Shrugs, rubs his arms, shrugs again]

(The answer is a lot. A lot makes him sad)

4) what do they do when they feel sad?

I… [he hunches a little, wrapping his arms tighter around him] I uh…. I don’t know

…

I’m sorry, I… don’t have anything else to add

5) how do they choose their friends?

Usually, I don’t [Talis laughs softly to himself] Friendship just kind of, happens. Beings who connect well, or work together, or have something in common. Or… someone who reaches out a hand. When you most need it

That’s the kind of friend I want to be. Someone who’s there when people need me most, who can protect those around me

6) what kinds of food do they like?

I’ll eat just about anything, I’m not that particular. Just as long as it’s filling… and there’s enough of it [he chuckles, but then looks uncomfortable]

(Warm, homey foods--stews and curries, harvest foods, bread. That sort of thing)

7) who is the person closest to them?

That… would be Ace. I met him when I uh… first got to town, I guess? [he smiles] He helped me find a place to stay, and… honestly, I don’t know what I’d have done, if I didn’t run into him. I mean, I don’t really know anyone else here, so… I can’t say I have a lot of folks to pick from? But, yeah, Ace. Yeah

(For the record, Talis would have ended up asleep in an alley somewhere, but eventually found his way to a Temple, and likely have found some kind of work and living space there. But things definitely went a lot smoother, running into Ace, and he feels a lot more secure to have the dragonborn to look up to as he gets his feet under him)

8) what kinds of music do they listen to?

Anything that’s, that’s being played, really. I wouldn’t know what to pick if you… asked… which… ah… [he looks like he wants to sink into the collar of his shirt]

9)  if logistics and money weren’t an issue, what kind of animal would they  keep as a pet? (includes fantastical animals like dragons as well btw)

I’m, ah, I’m really in no place to… I mean… I don’t think… [he looks about his room, as if looking for an answer] Uh… a… I don’t… think I need a pet…? Really I… I don’t…. 

(Something low maintenance and soft, like a cat, would probably be good. Maybe a local mouser that he could befriend, he’d love to just sit with a happily dozing cat on his lap ^^ Someday I could also see him getting some kind of pack animal, like a mule, if he has to take to the road with his adventuring party. Even if one of his teammates got a mule, he’d definitely take the time to get to know it and bond with it)

10) what does the landscape of their mind look like?

Uh… [his expression becomes strained] I mean, probably nothing… that interesting…? Like a, yknow, a mind…? I, I don’t know what that would look like…

(His mind looks like a field right before a thunderstorm hits--not as dark as it will be, but dark as night, with a fire in the far distance. A balance of unsettling stillness and precipitating, distant danger

And no, he doesn’t know what to do with it either)

11) why do they like themselves?

Oh, well, um…. [he draws his arms around him] Well, um… I know.... I was called to be a paladin… that… I was chosen. So… that has to mean there was something worth choosing. In me… right?

(this question assumes a character has things they like about themselves, and…. yeah)

12) what do they dream of doing if they had anything and everything open to them?

[he sits very quiet for a length of time] I would… I would ensure… no one would have go through the hell that… [he winces and stares at his hands in his lap. His voice is very soft] I would make sure all had a chance to live well, safely, and freely in the light of the day

13) what fashion choices do they make? do they go more for comfort or style?

I uh… haven’t made many fashion choices lately [he gestures with amusement to his own clothes, which are practical and too big for him, plain workers clothing] I mean, really, whatever’s… available, and sensible for whatever I have to do. Uh… I’m thinking of getting some, uh, gloves soon, it’s, it’s a little cold and… And maybe a, a sweater? Just for days out and about, and, [he holds back a small laugh, looking down at himself] and maybe a splash of color

(Talis loves warm, homespun fashion--vivid marigold and crimson and rich browns, embroidered collars and hems, layered belts and jackets, knitted vests and hats and gloves. Coordinated layers, varying bolder and softer tones, etc… He might decry it, but he loves picking out what to wear, when he actually does take the time to choose what to wear, and doesn’t just go to sleep in whatever he was wearing that evening ^^; Old habits die hard, eh?)

14) if they had to go somewhere without a map, what’s the likelihood that they would make it there without getting lost?

Aaaaaahhh, that would... very much depend on… uh, where this place is…? If I’ve been there…? I, I really haven’t been around, uh, much of Neverwinter yet [he bashfully rubs the back of his neck] I don’t think I could find my way down the street, as it stands

15) what types of people do they attract?

I, um, ah, well… I… I hope I attract people who need my help? So, so I can help them. I’m a paladin, that’s… what I’m here to do

(So far, anyone who’s been around him for longer than half a second has immediately gone “oh no, you need an adult, don’t you?” so mostly: he attracts parents XD )

16) what types of people are they attracted to?

Oh, uh…. Oh. Oh, that kind of….? Ummmmmm….. [his face flushes and he stares at the floor] Um, I really, I really don’t, I… I don’t…. know….?

(Romantically, Talis attraction has been just a giant pile of question marks to me ^^; It’s not something he’s thought much about, and right now, it’s extraordinarily low on his priority list to pursue. He definitely feels some form of draw towards anyone who’s hurt or scared, but it’s more a draw to alleviate that fear/pain than a draw towards the actual person. Yeah, there’s an intimacy to helping another, and he feels it, but that’s all there is, really. He’s got a lot on his plate rn, and isn’t looking for a romantic relationship. He isn’t looking for friends, either, he’s not really looking for anything--he’s just trying to get by ^^)

17) what is their greatest fear?

[his face blanches, and he’s staring at something with unfocused intensity] I……. I……. I don’t…..

I don’t want to hurt anyone [he twists his hands in his lap] I don’t want… anyone to get hurt, because of me

(More specifically, he doesn’t want anyone to use him to hurt others, but he doesn’t really know how to articulate that point)

18) what kinds of body modifications would they do if they could? (e.g. tattoos, dyeing hair, piercings, etc.)

[he idly rubs the scar on his cheek, then pulls his hand away] I hadn’t really thought about that, either… I… don’t know what I’d get… if I could. I don’t really have much to work with here [he laughs and offers a shrugs]

19) what are they insecure about?

I’m… [he unconsciously rubs his wrist] I’m.... I… I-I don’t have time. For insecurities. Thinking… thinking like that just… [he frowns down at his boots] I-I’d rather skip this question, if you don’t mind

(Yes. The answer is yes. He has a lot of them and isn’t ready to admit to any of them)

20) how do they treat people/beings who have less power than them?

You protect them. You look out for them. That’s, that’s just what you do. Anyone who doesn’t look out for those less powerful than themselves doesn’t deserve that power. Then they’re as good as abusing the power in their hands, if they can help another and don’t then they-- Sorry, I, I didn’t mean to… 

[he takes a breath]

I swore an oath to protect and aid any who cannot protect or aid themselves. Because that’s. That’s what you do. If you have strength, you use it to help those without

///The boy. The legend. *waves hands jazzily*

Here’s the part where I tag @jcckwrites and @void-tiger and @skairipaassassin and @queenofhelheimr and @linkhecometotown and @maebird-melody and @gryphongirl and anyone else with an OC? I feel like Rai tagged the whole council, but if any y’all are reading this, I’m tagging you again (only it won’t let me tag anyone else so I’LL JUST BADGER YOU LATER)

[roses-and-arrows]

Dithaya's Mun

Star Sign:

Gemini

Put your playlist on shuffle and list teh first four songs that pop up:

Monster - Paramore

Ain't It Fun - Paramore

Crushcrushcrush - Paramore

Chained to the Rhythm - Katy Perry

Grab the nearest book to you and turn to page 23, what is line 17?

"She waved at a family of orcs." - Before the Storm

Ever had a poem written about you?

Nope! But I have had an ex do a cover of 'Every Rose Has Its Thorn' by Poison when we broke up. Does that count? Lol.

When was the last time you played air guitar?

Probably last night? I don't really pay attention to what I do when I'm listening to music sometimes.

One sound you hate and one you love:

Hate: A person sounding like they know everything, but it's pretty clear they don't. As harsh as that sounds, it gets grating on the ear and annoying.

Love: Smooth acoustic guitar, no distortion or anything.

Do you believe in ghost?

I do and I don't, doesn't really make a lot of sense, but hear me out. So if something were to present itself and there was undeniable proof, then sure. Of course there's also the sense where I remember being in Louisiana and standing at the end of a hallway staring at just a spot. Something was there, even the cat that followed me around was spooked. TBH, if it was a ghost, it didn't seem harmful.

Do you believe in aliens?

There's no possible way we're the only intelligent beings in this universe. It's been stated over and over the different galaxies that exist in space. You mean to tell me there isn't anything out there? Come on now..

Do you drive and if so have you gotten in a crash?

I do now, but was very hesitant in doing so until this last year or so which the reason was because of a fender bender. I wanted to go get the car for my mom after she got a pedicure and backed up into two cars in a tight parking lot. I drive to the front to put it in park and this lady comes screaming out saying she's going to call the cops. Mind you, she wasn't the owner of any car. She basically said I did a hit and run, called the cops, I'm bawling my eyes out and freaking out, it was a whole thing. Luckily the owners of the cars were cool about it and one even said she was planning on getting a new one anyways and it was only a paint swap at best.

Do you like the smell of gasoline?

With the amount of car issues I've had to deal with and loans I've taken out for repairs? No. We get into the habit of checking everything on the car now just to rule out it wasn't us or if like a drop or two got on us or the car.

Last movie you've seen?

Uhhhh.. I don't really remember. I temd to binge Netflix to where the history feed gets muddled pretty quick. Lol.

Worst injury you've ever had?

So I never had one that led to bleeding, but one that basically limits to how much lifting I can do. When I was in high school I worked at Taco Bell all my senior year. I run into the back to get more taco shells to restock after dinner rush, round a corner and someone comes bursting through the walk in slamming the door into my shoulder. This dislocates my shoulder to which I had to roll it back in place like I had plenty of other times before. Well, the stress of that and constantly reaching out the window resulted in hyper extending the muscle. So much so that when I went to the ER after crying in pain at work, I couldn't even get up from the hospital bed without it feeling like someone stabbed a knife in between the ball and socket of my shoulder, and was told I was lucky I didn't tear my rotator cuff. This led to three months of physical therapy and it still tweaks out thanks to nerve damage.

Do you have any obsessions rn?

Mmm..kind of a hard one. I think if anything it would be listening to Ariana Grande on repeat and stressing that my drawing skills aren't up to snuff.

Do you hold grudges?

Grudges only happen if you royally fuck up. And I mean ROYALLY fuck up. Like if you go out of your way to hurt me or anyone I care about, we have a problem. Now that's not to say it doesn't go away, but more so hate just turns into disappointment and a shake of my head before I peace out. I've got bigger things to worry about.

In a relationship?

Mhmm! 9 years going strong at this point. Even with meeting new people they ask how we can stand working with one another or do things in WoW together. Wanna know a secret? We're that couple that were best friends from the get go. Does he get on my nerves? Oh yeah he does, but I know I annoy him from time to time. It can't be all "I love you" cutesy stuff all the time and if it was, that'd be unhealthy. Communication is legit key here folks! Talk to one another, tell them what's wrong, shit even just asking them what's going through their head helps. Not all the time, give each space. It seems like common sense, but you wouldn't believe the amount of times I've seen relationships end from not doing any of this. We are by no means perfect, we've had our issues, but instead of giving up we kept pushing. You want something to last? You gotta work for that shit!!

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