#baby du mortain

[eviebofficial]

Buying a sequel book as an A-mancer is like being a bumblebee throwing yourself at a glass window pane trying to fly through like "this time. this time. this time"

[twc-thoughts-you-didnt-ask-for]

UB after meeting the most unhinged and in danger human they could get their hands on

[pinayelf-archive]

twc nation I got a hc

what if N and A are in love with each other but them being together romantically just does not work out and no matter what it always ends

the real tragedy of their love will be that they have the eternity together with each other but their love will never work out no matter how much love there is

[brother-genitivi]

ok @siennamain and I were talking about A's hair in the server and I was thinking about A's siblings braiding their hair when they were younger, right?

And I was thinking of how the braids are messy at first bc A's siblings are only children and their fingers are small and clumsy. And then A never got the chance to see those braids become refined bc those children did not grow up.

[dannydoteggg]

book 3 demo I love you

[deepinifhell]

A Du Mortain simply does not care enough about humans to keep up with all the moral and scientific advancements in a timely manner. One day they're going to say something insane like "if you hold a baby too much you will spoil it" which, in their defense, is a much more modern idea than the 1100's it's just...from the 1920s.

[agentnatesewell]

Let n and a have babies 2k24 (let n and a have babies together 2k24?? 👀 let’s be honest that parenting would be wild)

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Speaking personally about my detectives …

Suri definitely wants a large family with Nate. Wasn’t even something she’d considered before him, but seeing him around Verda’s kids, seeing him in general has her very, very open to the idea. And a dog, a little terrier

Layla hasn’t, hadn’t, and won’t really consider it with Adam just yet. Really, their feelings for each other haven’t been confessed outside of a kiss and him saying nothing can happen between them. It’ll take some time, but I believe it’s in the cards for them

And really, there is something about “The Rise and Bloody Fall of the Du Mortain Line” that really, really makes me want this for A

And the way that N so easily lifts Cara and calls her “rabbit” and how they care so much for F and help them understand this world

As for A and N parenting together? Best of both worlds lmao! It’ll be a trip!

Plus M

[delucadarlingwriting]

I do not need to write a fic of Adam being in love with Nat for 300+ years. I don’t need to write about Nat growing restless and wanting a domestic life outside of the Agency. I don’t need to write about her asking her best friend Adam du Mortain to help her have a baby. I don’t need to write about Adam agreeing against his better judgement. Surely he can’t fall MORE in love with her. It’s just sex. It’s not even for pleasure.

I don’t need to write about Nat slowly falling in love with him in return. I don’t need to write about Nat realizing it the first time she sees Adam cradling their child.

I don’t I don’t I don’t

[thewayhavenchronicle]

the b-word

Rating: G Pairing: Ruth Bihari x Ava du Mortain Words: 1300 Happy Birthday to the love of my life, Ava du Mortain!

Ava has not celebrated a birthday in… it must be decades, at this point. It’s just not something she’s interested in keeping track of anymore, and it hasn’t been for some time. 

The only vague awareness she needs is the knowledge that she is coming up on her first millennium and that is terrifying in a way that makes her feel like she’s standing at the edge of a skyscraper, looking down at the ground with the innate knowledge that she won’t survive the fall. Thinking about the centuries under her belt makes her feel two inches to the left of her body — the body she’s inherited for nine centuries — and, if she allows herself to linger on the feeling, she feels as if somehow everyone around her will be able to take one look at her and know that she is not human.

Farah had tried to throw her a birthday party the first year after she joined the unit. Tried being the key word, as Nate had been quick to shut it down, ever the faithful friend (as he ought to be, after three centuries together).

All of these conflicting emotions are why she often spends her birthday away from everyone, throwing herself into work or something that will occupy her mind to avoid the darkness lurking just beneath the surface. 

Since they’ve been in Wayhaven permanently, and since she finally got to take her baby out of storage, she decides to spend this day working on her car. Maybe even go for a drive.

That is all to say, when Ruth finds her out in the garage with a mischievous grin on her face, Ava is immediately suspicious.

“Hi.”

Ava blinks up at her, lying on her back from where she’d been working on something under the car. Ruth’s grin doesn’t waver as she rocks back and forth on her heels, hands behind her back as she obviously has something hiding back there. Frowning, Ava sits up on her elbows, cocking an eyebrow at the Detective.

“...hello.”

Ruth laughs at the tone Ava has, looking up at the car as she smiles brightly. “Are you taking her out, today?”

“I… I might,” Ava says, still unsure about what it is, exactly, that Ruth wants. She sits up more, bracing her forearms on her knees. “It’s nice out today, at least, and we all have the day off, so it seems like a good time.”

Ruth nods. “It’s beautiful out, today. The park might be a little busy, but I know a place where the road leads up to a cliff overlooking the sea if you want.”

“That sounds… nice.”

Ruth laughs at the hesitation Ava has when she speaks, grinning down at her in such a way that Ava’s breath catches in her throat. For a moment, she swears that the sunlight streaming in from the open garage door gets a little brighter to match the joy and contentment sparkling in Ruth’s eyes.

And then Ruth shakes her head a little and offers Ava what she had behind her back.

It’s an oblong, velvet jewelry box with a little blue ribbon on it.

Ava winces before she can stop herself, and Ruth laughs again, bright and joyful enough that Ava’s lips twitch reluctantly with the urge to join in the laughter. Ava takes the box as Ruth lowers herself to sit on the ground across from her. 

“I know you don’t like celebrating the b-word,” Ruth starts, shrugging lightly. “Nate warned me about that. But, I saw this online the other day and it was too fitting to pass up. You’re welcome to be mad at me about it, but…” she trails off with another shrug.

Ava snorts softly, returning her gaze to the box. Delicately, she sighs and tugs at one end of the ribbon, the satin sliding away and falling to the pavement below. Bracing herself for — whatever might be inside this thing, she carefully opens the box…

…and her shoulders slump a little as she takes in the delicate silver pendant on a chain lying in the velvet.

At first glance, the pendant seems to be in the shape of a shield. However, upon closer inspection, there is a sword in the middle, surrounded by two dragons coiled on either side, all forming the shape of a shield. In the center of the pendant lies a stone almost the exact shade of Ava’s eyes.

“Oh…”

It’s barely a breath as she exhales softly, reaching out to touch the pendant delicately with her fingers. 

Ruth’s foot shakes in her periphery as she waits for Ava’s response, nerves clearly getting to her. Ava looks back up at her to find a hopeful look on her face, teeth gnawing at her lower lip. When she meets her eyes, Ruth smiles a little.

“...well?”

Ava considers her for a moment, eyes trailing over her pretty face — and the she snorts again, smiling softly down at the necklace.

“It’s lovely,” Ava says, pulling the chain from the velvet. As the chain pulls free, she realizes that it isn’t long enough to be pulled over the head.

“Do you want to wear it?” 

“I do.”

The answer falls from her lips faster than she’d expected, but any embarrassment Ava might have felt fades quickly when she looks up at Ruth and catches the excitement in her eyes. Ruth shifts onto her knees, holding her hands out and wiggling her fingers as she says, “I’ll help.”

Ava isn’t entirely sure about this, but she doesn’t want to not wear it, so she willingly hands it over, careful not to brush Ruth’s skin as the pendant drops into her waiting palm. Turning around, Ava bends her neck, leaning forward a little so that Ruth can access the nape of her neck easily. Ruth brushes at some of the hair that had fallen loose from Ava’s bun as she worked on her car — ignores the way a full-body shiver washes over Ava’s skin, making her visibly shake for a moment — and then she drapes the necklace around Ava’s neck, fixing the clasp quickly and easily.

The pendant falls perfectly against her sternum, hitting near the top of her cleavage. Not in the way and able to be visible if Ava were to decide to wear a tanktop or something lower cut than the crew-cut tees she favors.

Touching it gently, she turns to look at Ruth again. 

Something in her stomach flutters at how close Ruth is.

“Thank you,” she says faintly, caught on the way the sun catches on one of the hubcaps reflects the sunlight into Ruth’s eyes, lighting them up like a bottle of cognac in the sun. 

Ruth smiles. “I’m glad you like it.”

I love it. I love you.

Ava coughs, looking away as her ears begin to burn and rubbing at the back of her neck. Clearing her throat, she looks back at her car and asks, “Do you want… do you want to go for a drive with me?”

A stupid question, Ava realizes, because Ruth immediately lights up, sitting upright so quickly that her curly hair bounces softly with the motion. “I’d love to!”

Ava smiles even as longing closes a cold fist around her heart, squeezing as she takes in just how beautiful Ruth is. 

She still doesn’t like celebrating her birthday. She doesn’t care to actually count how old she is or force herself to choke down a piece of cake.

This isn’t so bad, though. When she pulls out onto the main road, with late spring air combing sticky fingers through their hair, feeling the quiet hum of her car beneath her hands as she drives them up the coast, her heart in the seat beside her…

Well, she thinks maybe this birthday, at least, is a good one.

[amlovelies]

I was tagged by @not-sewell and @ava-du-mortain to make some ocs in this adorable picrew so we:

Dinah Greene (she/her, twc) Sora Dexter (they/them, stars arisen) Revna Tri'enne (she/her, dnd) Ikusmen Juvic (she/her, swtor)

this has already made the rounds so I won't tag anyone, but if you haven't participated yet, I would love to see your brain babies!

[vilnan]

♡ wip wednesday.

doing this for the first time in a while, lads, because i’ve actually started writing again, woo!

a little something something of my fenris x hawke fic that’s continuation for this one (explicit).

tagging (only if you want and doesn’t have to be writing!): @ava-du-mortain, @v-arbellanaris, @malefiicarum, @rosykims, @lightwardens, @yennas, @ejunkiet, @impossible-rat-babies, @abelas, @chargeortega, @aartyom, @zevrn, @vakarians-babe​ and YOU.

"I didn't mean to hurt you last time," is what Hawke says next, voice tinted with regret of the past. Fenris startles, then frowns. "But I know I did. And I'm sorry."

"You didn't," answers Fenris, almost confused how Hawke would ever come to that conclusion. It's very important to him that Hawke knows that he did nothing wrong. It was all on him.

"You treated me like…" A person. A person with hopes and dreams and desires. Like someone worth loving. Fenris shakes his head. There are no words that would suffice.

"You were so good to me," Fenris whispers, his rough voice filled with the truth of the confession. "You continue to be good to me now."

[vvakarians]

was tagged tagged by @ava-du-mortain to post 10 songs I've been into!! I had no idea there was an on repeat playlist LOL so thank you also for that info!!

Persona Non Grata by Whale Bones

Nothing Personal by Des Rocs

Auteur by Saint Mesa

After Dark by Mr. Kitty

Me & The Devil by Soap&Skin

WHERE ARE THEY NOW??? by emily jeffri

Weep by Mother Mother

Preacher by Roe Kapara

Madeline by Kiki Rockwell

The First Disciple by Tamino

I tag @impossible-rat-babies @buchimgay @thecoffeerain @anonbea @milkybishop and anyone else who wants to do it! I think a lot of you have already done this 😂

[grapecaseschoices]

I wanted to do some of my fat babies with this new meiker.

From top left to bottom right: Carmela Brown [FHR], Nicola Abbott [KOTSAM], Lala Sandoval [Infamous], and Lucienna Donegan.

tagging: @quaxorascal and @quinnorion and @sustainably-du-mortain and @narrativefoiltrope and whoever wants to! just tag me so i can see please!

[this is also a good one: ive done carmela and nicola on it before]

[nelkenbabe]

Character Song Meme

thank you for tagging me kat, all i do all day is listen to oc songs ;__;

Game rules: choose one of your characters and list songs that fit them

Amaryll

Ornaments - Caitlyn Scarlett

I wish I could hold a steady gaze and conversation I am many, I am one I wish I could recognise a phase when I'm in one Always loading like a shotgun Look at me, somebody look at me My soul is going to waste My heart is starting to decay People never stay, why do people never stay?

Holy Lover - Keaton Henson Baby, please, don't be afraid of me I think I love you

Risa

The Lighthouse - Halsey

From a tender age I was cursed with rage Came swinging like a fist inside a batting cage I went swimming with the devil at the bottom of a lake And he left me there by my lonesome (...) And I'm glad I met the devil 'Cause he showed me I was weak And a little piece of him is in a little piece of me

tagging: @kirkwallgremlin @tloaq-ue (do u have one for sacha? i wonder 👀👀) @isayashai @ava-du-mortain​ @siennamain @greenteabtch

[ilayda]

Tagged by: @shitfridge bbygirl baby <3

rules: post your lockscreen, last song you listened to, last photo you took and last image you saved 🍃

I tag: @ava-du-mortain @calabrisellamia @capytalism @myfirstnamesucks

[varmajackie]

i don't know if any of the twc reader sapphics had watched warrior nun but. i can't help to think how beatrice from the show is literally baby ava du mortain you can't convince me otherwise