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I understand your anger. If there had been any other way...There is no other way with you!
#dragon age#dragonageedit#solas#daedit#datvedit#gamingedit#dragon age veilguard spoilers#dragon age the veilguard spoilers#i love solas more than life#but shit like this makes me understand why people hate him lmao#does he even mean any of the apologies he gives to rook?#or just the one he gives to the inquisitor?#...or none at all?
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Burning Desire
Aemond x Older!sister Reader
Summary: You rush off to confront your brother Aemond after discovering he hurt your sister, only to find him crying. You are angry at him for what he has done, but you cannot stand to see your little brother suffer.
Warnings: Angst, Smut, Sibling incest
A/N: This was supposed to be an angsty comfort fic, but it very quickly got out of hand. All dialogue in italics means that the characters are speaking in High Valyrian. I was just too lazy to attempt to translate it. No beta, so I apologize for any grammar and spelling mistakes. (Gif is not mine!)
You stormed through the castle halls, ignoring the maids and knights who quickly stepped out of your way. Usually, you would give them some sign of acknowledgment, but tonight, you couldn’t— not when your anger was boiling over. Your hands trembled with repressed rage, and your fingers curled into fists as you tried desperately to refrain from lashing out. There was only one person who was deserving of your wrath, and you were headed to find him now.
When you arrived at his door, you entered the room, not bothering to knock. The loud sound of the wooden door slamming close behind you echoed in the air. The room was dark; only a few candles were lit, though they were burning dangerously low. You squint your eyes, searching until you find the silver-haired man hunched over in his chair. Your robe made a slight whooshing sound as you stormed over to his side.
“How dare you!” Your voice cut through the air like a sharpened blade, every word dripping with venom and contempt.
Aemond says nothing. His head is lowered, and his long silver tresses conceal his face.
“You dare to lay a hand on our sister?! Has she not suffered enough?! And now you wish to send her into battle?!” Your chest is heaving wildly as you lose what little composure remains to you.
Once again, you are met with a deafening silence that angers you even more.
“Have you nothing to say?!” you yell, each word cracking like a whip. Your brows furrow and your lips curl into a snarl.
Yet once again, your words go unanswered. You open your lips, prepared to berate him even more until quiet sobs reach your ears. Your blood runs cold, and you freeze. Aemond’s body jerked with every gasp that escaped his throat.
“I am alone,” he whispers . “As I always have been.”
His words move you to tears.
“Aemond,” you whisper, stepping closer.
You reach out a hand to touch his shoulder but pull it away just before reaching him. Your mind is suddenly conflicted. Your rage is quickly converting into sadness with every second that passes. The two of you rarely saw eye to eye these past few weeks. His actions above Shipbreaker Bay had left you horrified. The abhorrent murder of your nephew, Jaehaerys, happened not long after. You blamed Aemond for that and did not bother trying to hide it from him.
Then, Aegon returned from Rook’s Rest, burned and broken beyond repair. Your mother came to you shortly after, sharing her thoughts about what had happened. She believed Aemond to be responsible, but you could not bring yourself to believe it at the time. But as the days passed, you found yourself becoming increasingly unsure. Especially after today, when the horrific details of his actions at Sharp Point reached you. Most days, you could hardly even recognize him—this strange man who shares the face of your sweet little brother.
You take a deep breath before reaching out. Your hand trembles as you place it on his shoulder, but he does not flinch from your touch. He leans into it. Aemond raises his head just enough to look you in the eyes. His face is stained with tears, and his eye is red and gleaming with tears, ready to fall. His silver hair is unusually messy and unkempt. The leather eyepatch is gone, exposing the beautiful sapphire embedded into his eyesocket. It is a sight he has entrusted very few to see.
“I am sorry,” he cried. “I didn’t mean to hurt her.”
“I know,” you whisper, pulling him close.
He buries his face into your stomach. His large hands gripped tightly at your sides, and you did your best not to wince. You lift a hand, brushing down his unkempt hair. You were angry at him. You had come here to yell at him, maybe even hit him, but you couldn’t. Not when it filled your heart with great sorrow to see your brother in so much pain. Your little brother. The boy you had always tried so hard to shield from the cruelty of this world. The boy who had always run to you for comfort after being humiliated by Aegon time and time again.
Aemond continued to sob. His tears made the thin fabric of your nightdress stick to your skin, and the cold wetness sent a chill down your spine. You gasp as you feel him pull you down, sitting you on his lap. He held you close, burying his face into the curve of your neck. Your hands rested against the warm, bare skin of his back as you held him. He must have been preparing for bed not long before you arrived as he was only dressed in a pair of black lambswool breeches.
“You are not alone,” you reassure him, gently kissing the scar that marred his brow. “I am here, as I always have been.”
There is a slight chill in the air, but the heat radiating from his skin keeps you warm. Aemond sniffles but says nothing. You can feel his tears sliding down your neck. You move a hand up to his head, toying with his hair. He nuzzles his nose into your neck, seemingly inhaling your scent. Aemond shifts in his seat, spreading his legs a little wider, making the position more comfortable for you. A quiet gasp escapes your throat as you feel the taut muscle of his thigh pressing into the most intimate part of your body.
The feeling sends a rush of heat through your veins. Your breath quickens as you try to push the sensation aside. Your face burns as shame begins to overwhelm you. He just wanted to be close to you, searching for comfort in your arms as he had done many times before. But your body is turning it into something perverse.
Aemond bounced his knee ever so slightly, almost like a tremble. You squirmed, trying to press your thighs closer together in hopes of stopping the heat growing in your stomach. One of Aemond’s large hands rests firmly against the small of your back. The other moves to grip the outside of your thigh.
“Aemond,” you gasp as you feel his lips grazing against our collarbones.
“What?” He asks, his voice so nonchalant.
“I think I should go,” you replied, trying to stand up.
But his hands hold onto you tight, refusing to let you go.
“Please stay,” he begged, burying his face into the curve of your neck once more.
“Alright,” you whisper, trying to calm him.
His hair tickles your nose. You lift your head a bit, resting your chin on the top of his head. You trail the tips of your fingers against the muscles of his back. Aemond nuzzles his face against your neck. He bounces his knee a bit harder. You wonder if he is doing this on purpose.
“Aemond, stop it,” you mumble, trying to ignore the fire sparking in the pit of your stomach.
“Stop what?” He asked, ghosting his lips over your jaw.
“You know what,” you whine.
He ignores you; his lips press soft kisses against your jaw. Aemond bunches the skirt of your dress into the hand that grips your thigh. He steadily inches it up higher. The cold air touching your now bare legs makes the hair on your body stand up. Suddenly coming to your senses, you gasp, slapping a hand over his as the skirt of your dress reaches just above your knees. He tries to continue, but you use all the strength you can muster to keep his hand still.
“We must stop,” you command, trying to stop yourself from giving in to him completely.
This was wrong. You were both betrothed to other people—him to some Baratheon girl and you to the Lord of the Arbor. They were political matches, as most marriages are. You held no love for Lord Redwyne, but you would do your duty as was expected of you.
Aemond easily pushed past your hand, slipping his hand between your thighs. You gasped, trying to squeeze them together to keep him at bay. Your stomach flutters as his thumb rubs across the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Your fingernails dig into his forearm. You pull back, and he lifts his head to look you in the eyes.
He removes his hand from between your thighs, moving it up to your face. You find yourself melting into the warmth of his palm. The pad of his thumb ghosts over your lips, but his eye never leaves yours.
“You were supposed to be mine,” he says in the gentlest tone.
“Aemond,” you whine, trying to push him away.
But he refuses to let you go. The hand on your back kept you from standing. His fingertips trail down the side of your neck down to the neckline of your nightdress. His touch on your skin leaves you feeling almost delirious. The fire in your stomach is fully ablaze now. You squirm in his lap as his fingers graze over the tops of your breasts. You cursed yourself for this, as the feeling of his tense muscles sends waves of heat straight to your cunt. The hairs on the back of your neck raise. Your eyes close, and you bite your lip to stop crying out.
“Look at me.”
It is a command that you are unable to ignore. Aemond is the prince regent. In this moment, he speaks with the king’s voice. His absolute authority leaves you fearful and painfully aroused. Once again, your eyes meet his. He says nothing, simply watching you like a predator stalking its prey as his hand moves over your nightdress, cupping your breast. You gasp, slapping a hand over his. You know you should push him away, but you don’t.
A chill runs down your spine. Under his gaze, you feel completely exposed, almost powerless—a feeling you usually dislike greatly. You were a princess of the realm and a dragon rider. You were anything but helpless. Yet you find yourself wanting nothing more than to surrender yourself to him, to escape from your worries and sorrows, to be free from all the tiring expectations that have been placed upon you since your birth.
“Am I so hard to love?”
His voice trembled, as he struggled to hold back tears. The authority is gone, replaced with something much more vulnerable. The sight broke your heart in two. You had always worried about Aemond, your sweet, sensitive little brother. Since he had come of age, he had changed. He was colder and more distant, not just from you but from everyone, even your mother, whom you know he cared for greatly. It was like he believed he had to be this... pillar of strength, or all would crumble.
You remove your hand from his, moving it up to cup the scarred side of his face. You lean down, pressing a gentle kiss on his brow. You have done this so many times over the years, yet it has never felt as intimate as it did now. Aemond closed his eye, leaning into your touch. A sharp pain stabs at your heart as you watch how desperate he is for your comfort.
The hand on your breast slid back down to your thigh. Aemond’s fingers toyed with the hem of your skirt. Your thumb traced down the deep scar that marked his cheek. You lean down, peppering kisses from his cheek to his jaw, where the scar stops. He turns his head slightly, so that your lips hover above his, almost touching. You rest your head against his. His violet eye stared into your own.
“What of Floris? She is to be your wife.” You say, hoping he may come to his senses, as yours have fled from you completely.
“You will be my wife... for tonight.” A single tear drops from his eye as the words leave his lips.
It is such a beautiful, harrowing sight. One that leads you to shedding tears of your own. Aemond’s hands grip you by the waist, hoisting you up just enough for you to straddle him. Your knees rest on both sides of his legs, trapping him between your thighs. A wave of heat runs through your veins as your bare cunt presses against his clothed bulge. He leans forward, capturing your gasp with his mouth. One of your hands cups his face while the other pushes his hair away from his face.
The two of you shared passionate, frantic kisses. You had not been prepared from when Aemond’s tongue slid into your mouth. You whine, caught off guard, but do your best to follow along with him. You had no experience with such things. The only kisses you had ever experienced came from tall, handsome knights in your dreams. But even then, those kisses were nothing like this. They were short and sweet. A quick peck on the cheek or lips, but this was much different. Aemond kissed you with such urgency, such deep burning desire.
Aemond lifts his hips, pressing himself against you. The feeling of his hard cock pressing against your aching cunt makes you cry out, though your noises are muffled against his lips. The feeling is so foreign, yet exciting, that you can’t stop yourself from reaching down to palm him through his trousers. His hardened cock is thick and throbbing beneath your touch. A newfound confidence blooms in your chest.
A sound rumbled in his chest; his large hands gripped your ample hips. Your hands moved to grip his shoulders as you rocked yourself back and forth, your bare cunt grinding against his clothed bulge. He hissed, knitting his brows together. You watch as his face contorts into one of pleasure. Your own burning desire is growing too much. Your desperate, heavy breaths fill the air as you grind yourself against him even faster, desperate to reach your peak. He looked up at you; his mouth hung open slightly as he watched you use him for your own selfish gratification.
It’s exhilarating- him watching you- seeing you in a way no other ever has, touching you in a way no other ever has.
“You’re doing so good,” he praises.
His praise sends another wave of pleasure coursing through your veins. The room suddenly feels unbearably hot. You’re so close; you can feel it. The pressure building up in your stomach is eager to be released. You roll your hips even faster, harder. But it is not enough. The throbbing in your cunt is almost painful. You are nearly sobbing at this point.
“I want more,” you whine. “I need more. Please, brother.”
“I am at your mercy, sister,” he smirks. “Take what you want.”
You reach down, huffing as you struggle to untie the laces of his trousers. You can feel his chest vibrate against you as he chuckles.
“Don’t laugh at me,” you grumble.
“My apologizes-” he shudders as your hand wraps around his thick cock. Finally freeing him from the confines of his trousers.
A triumphant smile crosses your face. You give his cock a few strokes, admiring the way it stands so prettily for you, so thick and full. Suddenly, you begin to fear the thought of having to fit it inside of you. Aemond seems to sense your worry. His hand cups the back of your neck, making you look at him.
“Take it slow,” he warns.
You nod, lifting yourself on your knees a bit. Your wetness coats your fingers and his cock as you press the tip into your aching cunt. You whine as the head breaches your walls, and you clamp tightly around him. The stretch is a bit uncomfortable but not painful. You may be a maiden, but you still had desires. Many nights, you have had to satiate your hunger with your fingers.
You lower yourself on him slowly. Thankfully, your wetness makes it easier to take him. You take a deep breath as you take him to the hilt. It takes you a moment to adjust to his size.
“Are you okay?” Aemond asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.
“Yes, I just ... need a moment,” you breathlessly laugh as he lifts a hand to trail his fingers against your jaw.
He nods, raising his chin to kiss gently against the corner of your mouth. You turn your head, pressing your lips to his. A soft tongue gently licks at the swell of your bottom lip, and you grant him entry. The gentleness comes to an end. He licks into you with a fervor that steals your breath away. Your thoughts fade, and you melt into his arms.
Aemond kisses you like he wants to devour you, and you want nothing more. You lift your hips before lowering yourself. Aemond finally breaks the kiss, and his hands move to your waist.
“Ah-h,” he whines against the corner of your lips.
You begin to move slowly, easing yourself into up and down on his cock. Your eyes never leave him, watching as he presses his head to the back of the chair. His chest moves with his deep breaths, his eye is closed, and his mouth is partially open. He shudders, and a desperate, eager moan emits from his throat. It is a sight to behold.
He lifts his hips, pressing deeper into you, making you cry out.
“Aemond!” You whimper, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades.
His eye fluttered open as he watched you struggle to find the right pace. He gripped your waist tighter, his fingers digging into your fleshy sides. He guided you, raising you up and down on him. The newfound pace made you mewl pathetically, but you were too desperate to reach your peak to care. He called out your name. It sounded almost sinful coming from his lips.
You drop your head, resting it against his. Your mouth hangs open as you gasp and moan. The faint scent of pine and smoke fills your nose. It’s him, his scent. The smell is almost intoxicating. Your mind is swimming, dizzy from the pleasure of him bucking up into you.
You feel one of his palms cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer. He lifts his chin, closing the small distance between you pressing his lips to yours. You try your best to follow the frantic rhythm he sets. He swallows every sound you make as he holds the back of your neck, refusing to let you pull away—not that you want to.
Aemond plants his feet on the ground for leverage as he pumps into you. His thrusts are more erratic now as he approaches his end. The air in your lungs is incinerated, and a shameful, high-pitched moan escapes from your lips. You move your hips, rocking against him, dangerously close to finally reaching your peak.
He doesn’t stop, bucking into you with a force that would be strong enough to toss you off of him if not for the hand holding onto your waist. Your hot cunt clenched around him, the muscles in your legs burned from remaining in this position for so long.
It’s not fair- how good he is at this- how good he is making you feel. It’s all too much. Your poor wet cunt is overwhelmed with pleasure. The hand on your neck moves down, and the pad of his thumb rubs circles around that sensitive button between your legs.
“That's it,” he coaxed, his hot breath fans on your mouth. “Let go, give it to me.”
You don’t stand a chance. Not when his cock makes you feel so full, reaching that one spot that makes you throw your head back. One of your hands tangles in his hair, tugging. Your chests’ are flushed against each other as you both rock against each other. You clench around his cock as you finally reach your release, hard and blinding. The world around you seems to disappear. It’s only you and him who matter.
“Ha-ah ... ah,” he sputtered, becoming more desperate.
You cry out as you fill his hot mouth, which latches into one of your breasts. He suckles at your breast like a starving babe. His tongue lashes back and forth around your hardened nipple. The sensation is strange but has you clenching around him even tighter.
His teeth graze against your nipple. Every grunt and moan that leaves him vibrates against your breast. You can feel his thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated. His cock pulses inside of you, it feels too good. Aemond releases your nipple, resting his forehead on your breast. Choked gasps and grunts slip past his lips as he reaches his peak, releasing inside of you, filling you with his seed.
The two of you stay pressed against each other as you come down for your highs. Aemond’s hips relax, his body melting into the chair. Your body sinks into him, boneless and spent. You lay your head on his shoulder, resting your chin on his collarbone. His fingertips trail over the curve of your back. Your eyes feel heavy as you struggle to keep them open.
“I am sorry for what I’ve done,” he apologized.
“I know,” you reply weakly.
You can feel his warm breath against your ear. His scent, mixed with his sweat, fills your nose, bringing you comfort.
“Our sister has too much of our mother in her. I see that now.”
You frown but say nothing, letting him continue. His lips press against your ear. He nudges your face with his shoulder, making you pull away. He grasps your chin between his thumb and index fingers. Your eyes flicker between the sapphire and his violet iris. You lift a hand to trail your fingers along his sharp jaw.
“But you and I,” he says, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. “We are two flames kindled from the same fire. We were always meant to burn as one.”
“Aemond,” you sigh.
“I am afraid,” he admits, rendering you speechless. “I cannot fight this war alone, sister.”
“You are not alone,” you argued. “You have Daeron.”
“Tsk,” he turns his head. “He is still young, as is his dragon.”
“Young or not, Tessarion is still a dragon.”
Aemond says nothing. His eye stared at the plain stone wall of his bedchamber. You watch him silently, trying to read him.
“Come with me,” he asked, turning his head back to you.
“What?” You gasp.
“Mount your dragon and go with me to Harrenhal.”
“Mother would never allow it,” you shake your head.
“Our mother has made it clear that she does not hold our best interest at heart.”
“She means well,” you protested, trying to defend your mother, no matter how true his words seemed.
“If we do not fight, we will die. Rhaenyra may spare you and Helaena, but she will not be so merciful to the rest of us. She will have to take Aegon’s head, mine, and Daerons's as well. So long as our father has a living son, she will never be able to rule in peace.”
“You don’t know that-”
“I do,” he insisted. “Is that not what our mother has told us our entire lives?”
You blink, and memories of your childhood flood your mind. He was right. Over the years, your mother had repeatedly stressed the dangers that would follow should your sister ascend to the throne.
“Come with me,” he whispered.
Your eyes flickered from his trembling lips to his tear-filled eye. It was not an order but a plea. He was afraid and desperate for aid. You were afraid as well—you had been since Ser Criston placed that crown upon Aegon’s head. It has only been a few weeks, and already, your life has been turned completely upside down.
You had no desire to fight this war. Many times, you have had to stop yourself from climbing on your dragon and leaving. But you could not abandon your family, just as you could not abandon Aemond now.
You nod your head. He smiled, a look of relief crossing his face. One of his hands finds yours, lacing your fingers together before bringing his lips to yours, giving you one last sweet and adoring kiss. Once he pulls away, you lay your head back down on his shoulder.
“Can I go to sleep now?” You mumble against his skin.
“Yes,” he lets out a breathy laugh. “You can sleep now.”
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Twst as yandere brothers?
Hey… How y’all doing…?
These are headcanons for the Housewardens. Also, GN! Reader who is not Yuu. Platonic, for obvious reasons.
Warning: I do not condone Yandere behavior in real life.
Riddle Rosehearts
Ever the perfectionist, you get the brunt of it, unfortunately
No time is spent outside of classes or Heartslabyul or any extracurriculars you took up just to make sure that no one ‘corrupts’ you
It sometimes seems like he doesn’t love you, but he does
He’s trying to protect you from the wrath of your guys’ mother when you both inevitably return home for breaks
When he overblots, his first instinct is to protect you and shield you away from everyone
Once everything is restored, however, he gives you an apology
That doesn’t mean you can go hanging around anyone aside from his trusted list of people: Trey. Just Trey.
Leona Kingscholar
For the longest time, his only source of joy was seeing himself as above you
Since you are the youngest, he essentially wanted you to worship him since he is your older brother
He’s not exactly strict, but he doesn’t want you messing around with the wrong crowd
This means that you have a detail of Savanaclaw members following you around
When he overblots, he realizes how horribly he has treated you… to the point that you would turn against him
After he recovers, he makes more of an effort to be a better older brother to you
The detail does not go away, though, because he needs to make sure you are safe
Azul Ashengrotto
He definitely depended on you for validation during your entire childhood
A lot of your time was spent in the Mostro Lounge, working so that Azul can keep a very close eye on you
Jade and Floyd definitely watch you closely as well, but only because Azul threatens to deduct their pay if they don’t
It’s hard for you to make friends because you have two scary eels trailing behind you at all times
When he overblots, it definitely opens up a lot of conversation between you two, especially when you don’t defend him.
Instead, you stand up to him, fed up with his treatment of you over the years
Once he recovers, he calls off Jade and Floyd, but he still makes sure any friends you make know that he’s more than willing to ruin them
Kalim Al-Asim
You were his favorite sibling out of the 30+ siblings that you both share, and for that, you regret being born
Sure, he acknowledged how unique you were, and often supported you in your interests, but he was very clingy all of the time
Jamil would often distract him so that you could have a moment to yourself
To say you were glad when he was accepted to NRC would be an understatement, since his affections were suffocating
After Jamil overblotted, and they decided to return home for a bit, Kalim was even more clingy… especially since he realized that everything he believed about Jamil was a lie
Now you have to constantly reassure him that you won’t betray him, especially since he’s the one set to inherit everything since he’s the eldest
Jamil is no longer a saving grace for you
Vil Schoenheit
Assuming that you are not a celebrity in your own right, he is working hard to make sure the public and the paparazzi know very little about you
He also makes sure that you are not a fan of Neige LeBlanche, nor that you ever become a fan of him
Uses you for daily validation, essentially, and it’s hella annoying for you
To retaliate, you team up with Epel or you ask Rook about Neige’s newest film so you could further piss Vil off
When Vil overblots, he also feels betrayed when you take the other side in opinion
Unvoiced emotions and feelings on both sides are definitely made known afterward during his recovery, where you told him that you were your own person
Thus, he lets you be your own person under very strict parameters… though, you are still unable to consume Neige LeBlanche content
Idia Shroud
After the death of your guys’ brother, Idia definitely grew more attached to you
There were new rules implemented at home in order to keep you safe, but you were forced to stay near him anyway due to the family curse
Of course, in the meantime, you were allowed to do your own thing, as long as he was able to keep a close eye on you as you did it
When Ortho is rebuilt, Idia lets off of you for a bit, but when you are accepted into NRC, it gets bad again
His overblot was bad, especially since you couldn’t do anything to help Yuu and Grim because of your need to stay near blot (family curse)
During his recovery, he gave a tearful apology, and you forgave him since he was your older brother
Unfortunately, because he’s your older brother, your still watched closely via Ortho and the school cameras
Malleus Draconia
We all know that Malleus grew up extra lonely, so if he had a sibling, he would definitely be very attached to them
All day, every day… you were trailed by a detail of guards because Malleus needs to make sure that his younger sibling is safe
Not only that, but the kingdom needs to make sure you’re safe in the case that something happens to Malleus or he abdicates the throne
At NRC, Lilia tries to convince Malleus to let you go out and have some fun and join clubs that weren’t the Gargoyle Club, but he refuses
His overblot made his clinginess worse as it was caused by Lilia leaving… and he thinks he would die if his sibling left Briar Valley to do something else
Once he recovers, he realizes that you’re going to find a way to get the freedom that he’s been depriving you of, so his first olive branch extension was allowing you to join a club apart from the Gargoyle Club
Slowly, he is getting used to the idea of being apart from you, and while it hurts, he knows it's necessary.
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Let's talk about Yan! TWST!
The Yan that enjoys inflicting pain on you would be...
Riddle doesn't see the charm of hurting you and so are his card soldiers. But, that doesn't mean Riddle will not hurt you dear, oh noooo, do you remember the time your guardian punished you with something that hurt physically? A pinch on your forearm or a smack by the ruler? Take that double-fold.
"Now now, what did I say about standing straight?" Riddle fixes your posture with his staff before eyeing you from head to toe, "I assume you've been good today, you are safe from the... unsavory punishment, I'd say."
Cater can understand the charm of it, I mean, he enjoys biting you every now and then playfully! Now Imagine what if he does it with a different intention, hm?
Trey is, hm, 50/50. Just like Riddle except that part of him secretly loathes the fact that he wishes he could do more for you but that won't do good. He is not supposed to act like this.
The ADeuce duo? They are wholesome babies who just sometimes enjoy bullying you, just sometimes! Maybe a poke and prod here until it suddenly escalates into something that actually hurts you. Will immediately realize that and apologize to you nonstop.
Leona? You bet you got lots of bite marks and scratch marks! He treats you like his chewing toy and he loves it! Well, part of his sadistic side will sometimes take over and turn this into a much darker turn.
"Hey, come now, don't trouble me from having to find you, herbivore. Stop hiding unless you want me to drag you out with my fangs."
Ruggie and Jack don't really get it. Aren't they supposed to treasure and protect those who they love? Sure, the animalistic sides of marking might come every now and then but that's as far as it goes.
Alright, the Tweels are right off the bat. Any kind of pain honestly, physically and mentally. You get the drill. "What do you say if we turn you into a literal shrimp? Maybe... bend your back until you look like one, shrimpy?" "Kukuku, that is a great idea though I am worried about the aftereffects."
And the person who would be opposed to this would be the Octopus, Azul.
He prefers his angelfish to be unscratched unlike those brutes after all (Though he understands why they love seeing your fear-stricken expression, it truly has its own charm.) "You two! Stop playing around and go back to work if you have the time to bother them! ... Hey, are you alright?" Azul will check on you and tend to any bruises they leave after they are gone.
put that chain down! Real talk here though? Both Kalim and Jamil are on the same flavour but they leave different aftertaste.
Now I know Kalim is such a sunshine baby that is soooo sooo, free of threat and won't even have the thought of hurting you for fun. But what if he has no other choice but to do this...? Now he doesn't take any form of pleasure from this but what I'm trying to say is that he is not below from hurting you indirectly.
Take it when he feels the need to chain you down, should he let the others do this dirty deed or should he do this himself? The idea of someone else hurting you makes him sick but so does the idea of him having to immobilize you!
"I'm really sorry but I just, have no choice! I'll make it up to you, name anything you want and I'll give it to you in a blink! Everything... but leaving me... then I will grant it to you like a magic lamp..."
In Jamil's case though he just resorted to this method should his paranoia reach a certain extent. What if you leave him even though he hasn't done anything much for you at all? Should he charm you with his UM or... should he just straight up immobilize you and lock you away in the dorm, away from privy eyes? Or maybe should he shamelessly ask for Kalim's assistance in sending you to Scalding Sands for the time being?
"Rest assured, Najma will be there for you."
The Hunter, Rook. Now listen to me, no he doesn't find any pleasure in the same way the Tweels do. Take him as a hunter, only wounding you to keep you immobile and that's all, he'd prefer to not wound you at all to ensure your beauty unscratched like a taxidermized animal!
The people who would go against this would be Vil and Epel! Come on now, really? He'd rather inflict emotional and mental pain than this! How is he supposed to cover the bruises, let alone if it remains as a scar?
"Rook! What did I tell you about not leaving any mark on them? Can't you just ever listen?" "Aha, I'm so sorry~! It's just that they have been hopping around like a rabbit so I had no choice but to treat them as one."
As for Epel, he just doesn't see the charm in causing any pain to his dearest darling at all. He prefers seeing you smiling and laughing rather than crying. Oh gosh, these sick fucks are questionable!
"Even so, you shouldn't retort to this method! Oh no... it hurts so much, right...?"
Do not touch Ortho in the wrong way but damn this murder bot is on the loose. He will most definitely be doing the dirty job here for Idia like dude, he will stun you right on the spot should his system detect any suspicious movements and signs of doing something dumb.
Idia on the other hand is pretty neutral about this. Yeah, comatose, knocked out cold. Cool. You shouldn't have done that, noob, can't you at least make a plan that will allow you to evade Ortho's sight of view? Not like the phone he gave you will not save him from this trouble though.
"You thought you could sneak out of an enemy base camp that easily? You gotta at least watch the walkthrough from start to finish, anyway, off we go... to the enemy's underground chamber."
He'd prefer things to be as solace as possible so I think he doesn't enjoy partaking in this trope with these sadistic bitches. (He's just a silly meow meow after all)
Lilia has a kink in marking you with his fangs and it shows~ That, is on the playful note, what about the much darker note? Moments when the fistfight you two share turns into an uncontrollable fight that allows him to cut you with his nails and punch you right in your guts, hard, until you choke out.
"Ah~? Sorry, did I go too hard? I forgot that your body is now just as fragile as a stuffed doll!" He'll shrug it off playfully while relishing in your state for a moment before helping you ^^ (Ah, he misses those good' ol days so dearly!)
Malleus, Silver, and Sebek though? They are shaking their heads at Lilia but can't say anything about it.
Malleus sees this as a way to keep you still next to him, maybe by spraining your ankle or slamming your head so that you are knocked out.
Silver on the other hand does not lay a single finger on you with the intention of hurting you, at all! Cinnamon baby! huhuhu.
Sebek? After watching Lilia and Malleus, he deems this to be some sort of disciplinary action! He takes pride in it while secretly pushing away the guilt of hurting you and the fact that he was enchanted by the teary sight of you.
Divider Credit: @edith-is-a-cat
I have favorites and it shows. (Lilia)
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in inquisition, solas mirrors the inquisitor. if an inquisitor is an evil asshole, he'll give up on mortals and not offer much of a kind word in trespasser. "they offended me," he says about the qunari he wipes out with zero hassle. for a kinder inquisitor, he'll offer an apology for his actions. he doesn’t want to hurt anyone, he just has to. in that timeline the inquisitor is able to at least crack solas' wall a little.
in veilguard, i don't think solas mirrors rook. ROOK mirrors SOLAS. even an asshole rook is a rebel, someone fighting against the evanuris. and it's not like solas can judge someone's methods given the time HE stood where rook stood, he destroyed the entire world.
this is what allows solas to even build the regret prison that will house rook. he KNOWS how rook works because he IS, or perhaps better to say WAS, rook. that knowledge allows him to groom rook into taking such a high position, only to then push them off the ledge and leave them in the fade.
you especially can see this after weisshaupt. express fear and sadness, SUDDENLY he’s a calm father figure, patting you on the back for a job well done. play at being stern and he’ll compliment what a great leader you are. at least you have varric to talk to, right?
to describe it best, for the inquisitor, almost everything is an accident. he planned for corypheus to die and for himself to have the mark. he had zero plan for some random person to walk in and take it, which is why solas pokes and prods and seeks to understand before he makes any big moves. he doesn’t actually mean to break an inquisitor’s heart, or to make a new enemy.
then you get to rook and from the word go he’s actively manipulating and lying to them. immediately he knows to hide varric’s death because solas can’t afford to waste time consoling rook. immediately he tells rook to go and fight the evanuris in his place. immediately he plans to swap with rook and leave rook in the fade. every action is deliberate. even if he grows to respect rook, the end result is always the same.
this is why i absolutely despise any post or analysis that goes “oh if only rook was nice to solas, solas wouldn’t go down such a dark path in the bad endings.” solas was going down it no matter what rook did. i played a rook that was nothing but sweet and patient with solas, and he stabbed me in the back anyways. i played a rook that didn’t care about him in the slightest, he still stabbed me. even if you choose not to fight him (WHICH ASKS A LOT OF ROOK), solas was going to open the veil if morrigan hadn’t flown in.
if your rook was kind and forgiving the whole way, but decided to fight solas at the end given the last time someone tried to talk him down solas KILLED them, does that mean rook was wrong, that this is what pushed SOLAS to a dark path? is SOLAS not responsible for his own actions and for how much he's hurt rook? rook isn't allowed to be upset about ANYTHING solas did to them? i just don't think so.
it doesn’t matter what rook does, from the first meeting solas knew what he was going to do to them. at least with the inquisitor, it wasn’t on purpose.
#datv spoilers#dragon age the veilguard#solas#datv rook#dragon age inquisition#templeofsacredashes#i’m eating this btw i LOVE how differently he treats these two#but AYE. the victim blaming whenever solas is the perpetrator is CRAZYYYYY.
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I want to amend this post, I need multiple things from Criston next season (and season 3, cause why not?) or I will be rioting (in no particular order, with various levels of angst/delulu-ness):
Calling all three of his boys "son" and similarly Helaena "daughter", that or his "sweet girl/boy" both would be preferable.
kissing his kids heads/foreheads. some instances could be; kissing Aegon's forehead as he carries him away from Rook's Rest. kissing Aemond's hair as he holds him outside of Aegon's chambers, his boy thinking he killed his brother. kissing Hel's temple when he visits his grandbabies (Hel angst coming later, savor this while you can).
Criston taking a private knee to Aegon, swearing to him like he had his mother, promising a duty that goes beyond what is expected of him.
comforting Helaena as she is plagued by dreams and prophecies.
playing with his grand kids.
sitting at Aegon's bedside while he heals.
Dad jokes.
bear hugging Daeron when he returns from Oldtown, lifting him all the way off the ground.
the dad "one armed hug shared in moments of fondness and laughter" thing, with Daeron.
Daeron and Criston sharing similar quirks and habits (not necessarily a conscious act by either party, but I still need it)
helping care for Aegon, being one of the few faces that keeps him some semblance of calm after everything, helping change bandages or sponge him clean. just soft moments of pained vulnerability and softness between a dad and his grievously injured eldest son.
praying for his children.
more... handsy... with Alicent, for lack of a better word. just soft comforting touches, like you would expect partners to share with each other. her family has been maimed, murdered, and/or sent to both battle and madness, let him comfort his (platonic) wife goddammit. let them hug actually, that's what I need, I need him to hug her.
sitting with Helaena and Jaehaera after B&C, trying to comfort them the best he can. Helaena going in and out of tears, sometimes she recognizes him, sometimes she doesn't. sometimes she is heartbroken beyond words, others she is angry. no matter what, he is there to protect her. give me a scene of him holding her as well, she needs it, she deserves a hug.
threatening Larys, especially if he pulls a stunt against Alicent like I think he might, knowing he can't kill him, that he's to much of an asset than they can risk going with out, but still hating him for what he does to his Queen. (see this post to understand what I mean by stunt)
embracing Aemond and Daeron, doing the forehead touch thing, each time they go separate ways, knowing any battle could be their last.
his last words being him begging Alicent and his kids to forgive him, apologizing for failing to protect them, for leaving them.
if we do get Afterlife scenes out of this hellish show, give me a scene of him reuniting with his grandkids, kids, and eventually his (platonic) wife. I'm begging.
putting aside a knife of his own to be given to Jaehaera if and when he passes, as a final means to protect her, even from the grave.
let him be emotional, in passing, when he's alone, let him shed a tear or two. I want to see the stress ooze from this man. I want to watch as the pain and death that follows his family breaks him down.
a clear difference between how he advises Aegon in front of the court and how advises him in private. risking a daggar in the throat on account of his son's blind rage and grief to protect his image amongst the court, but sharing a similar blood lust when it comes to avenging his daughter and grandchildren.
at least one shot of him standing with one of his kids' dragons.
just give me Criston being a good dad and (platonic) husband.
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Re: Gaslighter Rook. I wanna preface this by saying ofc people are free to hc whatever they want but I have some issues with what the other person said and how dismissive they acted about the whole thing. I apologize if this invites drama or discourse, that is absolutely not my intention, I moreso just want to share the other side's point of view for the sake of balance since you said you don't mind civil discussion even if we disagree. Firstly, yes a lot of the arguments for this come from the labcoat vignette. However, it is not all just because of one line. In the same vignette, Rook tells Vil he can't trust his own eyes because Rook knows him better than Vil knows himself which is a very common gaslighter tactic. He then further mentions that people will leave him unless he does what Rook tells him to and puts down the "me or everyone else" argument. Rook further tries to undermine Vil's ability to trust other people in Vil's dorm vignette by saying the other dorm members would never appreciate Vil's efforts for them even if they knew about them – a blatant lie that however still makes Vil withdraw from talking to them about it. During Vil's overblot, Rook refuses to give Vil personal space while he's having a mental breakdown and repeatedly asserts that Vil "doesn't deserve" it as well as claiming to be responsible for punishing him. After VDC, Rook not only claims that his vote was the deciding one despite having no way of knowing that but also claims it was the objectively correct thing to do as, again, Vil didn't deserve to win, simply because having a mental breakdown is ugly (since he was referring to the overblot, not the attempted cursing – which was never confirmed to be intended to be lethal by the way, that was also just Rook's assumption, one Vil, a character who already struggles to communicate with people especially if he feels they see him negatively, didn't fight but also didn't confirm). I also take issue with the claim that it cannot be abuse just because Vil respects Rook. Even ignoring how often irl abuse victims don't realize they're abused because of their warped perception of their abuser, we have examples of this even in twst. Mrs. Rosehearts wasn't a wonderful mother who suddenly became abusive when Riddle stopped making excuses for her behavior. Abuse doesn't stop being abuse because it isn't recognized and to a lot of us gaslighting victims, Rook's behavior is spot-on with things we went through, hence why we call him a gaslighter. Oh and a small note before anyone claims anything, according to multiple psychology sources, gaslighters aren't always aware of what they are doing. Me and others calling Rook a gaslighter don't automatically mean he WANTS to be evil toward Vil. Some of us see it that way while others don't but regardless, acting as though this headcanon comes from one single out of context line and not from a pattern of behavior Rook consistently displays feels very disingenuous and like it's trying to make us seem crazy when all we try to do is explain why we may not be comfortable with a character.
You don’t have to explain why you are uncomfortable. Neither me nor that Anon have made any judgment about it, and frankly, who cares why you don’t like a character. You don’t need reasoning for not liking him, a person might just think Rook’s hair is stupid or dislike characters with green eyes, and that’s enough. None of this makes you crazy, and this isn’t that deep.
If you look at the first ever reply I did on this topic, I said it then (and after that I said it time and time again):
Based on what you’re saying, your opinion is influenced by your past experiences. Which isn’t a bad thing, we all have our own biases, but it makes a proper discussion quite difficult, especially when there is trauma involved.
Because we love Rook as much as you hate him, and I fail to see why we should align our feelings and experiences with yours. This is not a public debate platform, this is not a discord server, this is my personal blog, and my opinion is always going to be prevalent here. I usually try to take the position “agree to disagree” also to avoid situations like this.
You’ve said that you just want to explain and share your side of the conversation, but in that case claiming that the other side’s opinion is dangerous or uninformed is a pretty shitty thing to do, just as it is shitty to completely ignore the points they were trying to make and put words into their mouths instead, alluding to them victimblaming and dismissing real victim’s struggles. What I’ve said multiple times at this point is that Rook Hunt isn’t a gaslighter. Not that it’s Vil’s fault for trusting him, not that if Vil respects him that it automatically makes Rook not an abuser (Anon didn’t say that either). Not that Rook is always right. Not that Rook has never hurt Vil. I’ve even said that we can’t say for certain that Rook’s brutal honesty is always helpful and doesn’t affect Vil in any bad way:
Maybe sometimes it would be better for Vil to just take it easy and relax instead of perfecting every single thing, but this isn’t what Vil wants for himself: he doesn’t want to be pampered, he wants to be appreciated for his hard work.
Just because this is what Vil wants doesn’t mean that this is what’s best for him. I still don’t think that it makes Rook an abuser, by the way (which is also a completely different topic from Rook being a gaslighter). You have ignored every single argument I’ve made in all of my previous replies, which is fine, but then I don’t really see the reason for you to explain yourself if you’re not even going to listen to me again.
No one tried to paint you as crazy, and even if I or Anon thought that this entire argument (argument, not you) was weird, it doesn’t concern you. If Rook Hunt hurts you, why would you even interact with any discourse about him? Why did that very first Anon confront me for not calling Rook a gaslighter, if all you (collective “you”) people wish for is to explain your point of view? I am not an emperor of Rook Hunt land; I am a rando writing hcs about dicks on the internet. And Rook Hunt is a character of a gacha game.
I’ll repost another thing from my very first reply.
Just ignore shit that you don’t like because while it might be traumatic for you, to us it might be one of the few things that bring us happiness.
Please read this part carefully. And respectfully, let’s stop this. I don’t agree with any of your points/interpretation, I find them drastically off from Rook’s actual characterisation to the point that it’s almost baffling at times (I have read all the scenes you’ve mentioned and I disagree with your every single point.) And guess what, it’s absolutely okay. Like I, wow, have said time and time again, we all have our biases. Yours happens to be to read everything that Rook does in the worst way possible and to compare him to Riddle’s mom. Mine happens to be very different, and insisting on me just missing the point or thinking or feeling the wrong way or not being educated enough about gaslighting or abuse (something that I also experienced, and you are aware of that) feels pretty disrespectful. This isn’t what I meant when I said that I don’t mind a civil conversation. This doesn’t feel like a conversation. Because, you know…
Even if it feels completely off to how I view it, I can appreciate or at least respect it if they respect the way I do things. And don’t imply that I don’t get it or I am stupid.
I won’t write an actual rebuttal to your points because one thing hasn’t changed from my very first post about the topic: this isn’t about Rook Hunt. And I don’t want to discuss the so-called danger of fictional tropes that don’t even apply to the character in my view. Also, stating that the way I headcanon a character’s behaviour and share my thoughts with others is dangerous to other people in real life (because someone is going to take my opinion as a course for their actions, I guess?) is also ironic. Why isn’t me drawing problematic ships or writing dark headcanons dangerous then? It’s the same logic, I have heard this argument multiple times, and I fail to see how it’s different right now. Rook Hunt is not a real person, we see his interactions with others from all points of view, he has actual writers with their own intentions (none of which is to portray Rook as a terrible, atrocious person, he’s not even 100% a villain, he’s a character that helped the princess in the original story, and I believe that his writers keep that in mind, ffs), and it is drastically different from the way I would treat this situation in real life: exactly because I would have to base my opinion on the lack of other perspectives and not witnessing the situations myself, and a bunch of other factors connected to the fact that this is real life, and in those cases I would prioritise the victim of someone’s suspicious actions. What a surprise.
I also believe that Katsu and I did our part so you could easily ignore our Rook-centric posts that make you uncomfortable. So please do your part and don’t interact with our Rook-centric posts (this applies to anyone who is deeply uncomfortable with this character or any other character, for that matter). Coming up with ways to mention Rook in posts so it's easily mutable for you and only you and still getting treated like an abuse apologist who spreads dangerous ideas makes one feel kind of silly for ever trying to be considerate and respectful. You’ll have to come up with ways to deal with that on your own now. This conversation is over.
This is also the last post I’m writing on this topic, every follow-up ask or comment about it (from anyone, anywhere) won’t be replied to.
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happy one year anniversary!!! for the anniversary prompts, how about "safe" with Rook/Beck?
Safe with Rook/Beck (cw: mentions of wounds)
“How did you even hurt yourself this bad.” Beck’s voice was barely a whisper, hands dancing around the lacerations against Rook’s arm. You’re not too unfamiliar with the sight. As kids, he always had bumps and bruises and cuts decorating him in some way.
“You need to be more careful.” You hover next to Beck, in case he needs anything. You figure his magic should be more than anything, the gold sewing the skin back together.
“Like you’re any better.” Rook tries to smile, but grimaces instead. Beck is quick to offer apologies, but Rook only shakes his head. “Barely felt it. I’m used to getting hurt. It’s like, a typical Tuesday or something.
Beck’s eyes flicker from the wounds up to Rook’s face. His eyebrows are drawn, expression strangely blank, “That isn’t reassuring.”
“Oh come on—hey, back me up.”
Rook throws you a look, and you throw one back, “Maybe if it wasn’t so bad, it’d be fine.”
“And maybe if you weren’t avoiding saying what happened, I’d be a little more lenient.” Beck draws his hand away, the gold light going out with a flicker. The blood remains, smeared against freckled, pale skin. You never paid much attention before, but Rook had more scars than you’d paid attention to. They were faint, the kind you needed to squint at to really see.
“Does it matter. Good as new. I’m going to go wash this all off.” He raises his arm slightly, looking faintly in disbelief. “I still don’t know how you’re so good at this.”
When Rook had stumbled through the door with a half grin and a, “Sorry for the incoming mess.” You and Beck had been equally caught off guard. Beck was the first to recover, practically dragging him to the nearest seat. Rook had wrapped a jacket around it, and uncovering it had revealed more damage than you’d expected. You weren’t sure what they were from, but they didn’t look jagged enough to be from running into something, nor clean enough to look like they came from something like a blade.
There was only one thing you could think it could be, and Beck voiced it now, “That was magic.”
“Hm? Oh, yeah. It was.” Rook stood quickly, drawing his arm closer to himself. “My magic fucked up. I’ve never been good at it, so it does this sometimes.”
There’s a long silence, Beck glancing at you. There were questions hovering in the air around the three of you.
“I don’t know what happened, and I still don’t totally understand magic yet but…you know you’re safe with us, right?” You ask, watching Rook’s expression crack.
He glanced away, “I know. I know, it’s why I came here right away.”
Rook hops up, mumbling he needed to clean up before he got blood in more places than he already had. You and Beck are left behind. Beck gives a soft sigh, eyes falling on the drops of blood still on his hand.
“Do you think he means it?” It might be best not ask, but it echoes in your head. How easily he looked away when he said it.
“He does.” Beck doesn’t hesitate. “But he’s so wrapped up in his own head, he thinks this is how to protect us.”
“…He’s always been like this.”
“I know.” Beck gets up to wash his own hands as well, leaving you adrift in your thoughts. How do you get through to Rook? How do you close the distance? If even love and safety can’t reach him, what will?
#em answers#ch: rook#ch: beck#poly: a light too bright#one year anniversary: blog edition#was busy yesterday but we're back#this was also x10 more angst than I meant it to be oops
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WIP Wednesday (On Tuesday)
Thanks for the tag @introvertedfangrl
I'm just going to say I tag anyone who wants to do it!
This comes from a bit of @muqington's and my 2 Rooks au where both Nico and Radas are recruited by Varric pre-game. The aftermath of the City Choice, wherein Radas (who had the dagger this time) went to Minrathous, while Nico did his best to help his home.
You can read a little more here~
Radas follows Nico across the roof and places a palm against his back. He knows it's unlikely he could feel the warmth through all the layers of clothing and armor, but maybe the pressure would offer some level of comfort.
“Nico… I’m sorry.” Looking around Nico at the tendrils rising from the canals, Radas isn’t entirely sure what all he was apologizing for, though the guilt of their situation weighs heavy on him. He thinks to himself; I did this.
Fingers curl into the Crow’s cape as he works up the courage to ask the question on his mind. Nico, in response, lowers his head, closing his eyes and drowning out the blight for maybe the first real moment since he’d returned to the casino.
“Are you staying…?” The weight of the day and its regrets add a weariness to Radas’ voice. He takes his own eyes off the blight and stares at Nico’s caped back. “Like Lucanis, I mean, until things are more stable.”
Another choked up laugh escapes from Nico as he shakes his head. There’s a lot for him to process. Lucanis staying behind to help the city he couldn’t protect, Viago livid that he didn’t try, and Teia, doing her best to focus on the here and now. Nico threads his fingers in with each other, ever so slowly working his thumbs across the joints. Idle hands can always be grounds for his exercises. And with the way he’s aching now, it’s as good a time as any.
“You don’t really think I have a choice in that, do you?” Nico turns his head just enough to give Radas a side eye through one cracked eyelid. He’s just as hoarse now as he was before, but his anger has at least begun to subside.
“I mean it's your home… I would definitely understand if you wanted to. Why wouldn't they give you that choice?” Radas studies his friend with a concerned eye, running through a mental list. Elfroot powder for abrasions and small cuts, fire salve for his hands, bandages…
“I have a contract to finish. One that’s been delayed again.” Nico’s last word sounds forced, all his previous malice poured into it. “I fucking had her, Radas. She was right in front of me and she turned into a cloud of fucking smoke.” He unweaves his hands as if ready to grab something. When all he can grip onto is air, he makes a frustrated grunt and reaches to scratch below his ear.
“She's a God, Nico.” Radas starts.
But Nico interrupts with a scoff, “She’s not a God.”
“Well, whatever else that does or doesn't mean, she's powerful in ways we don't understand yet.” Radas moves his hand from Nico’s back to the top of a shoulder, smoothing a few out of place feathers. His friend always liked his plumage to look its best. “You'll get her next time. We'll all be there too.” His hand rests on the collar of his armor, just shy of his neck. “I’ll be there.”
“The next time I see my chance, I’m taking it. With or without you.” There’s a drop in Nico’s voice. He doesn’t want to go at any of this alone. Having Radas there to make decisions, to be that beacon of trust. Or Lucanis, a double tap measure; There will be a crow to fall onto should Nico be unable to finish his contract. There’s no way he can do this alone, and there’s an inkling of dawning on him that he may not even be able to do this with help. He ever so slightly leans his cheek against Radas’ hand and lets out an exhausted sigh. “You know that, right?”
Radas offers a worn out smile and carefully sits down on the roof behind Nico. “I know. I wouldn't expect you not to.”
#dragon age the veilguard#datv#dragon age the veilguard spoilers#my writing#friend's writing#2 Rooks#Radas#Nico
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Sssooooo... do you keep it canon that Belisma can't swim? Because, even if she's not technically in the universe... Guinevere absolutely cannot.😂 She's terrified of any body of water she can't see the bottom of and wade in. Anything bigger and deeper than a shallow swimming pool gives her a panic attack.
And, no, I didn't really base this on the meme. I kinda decided it before all the memes started crossing my fyp.😅
OH YES. Belisma absolutely cannot swim, haha.
You would think she could with her dancer athleticism, but Nevarra isn't exactly filled with pools, fountains, rivers, or oceans to practice in. There's really nowhere TO swim, unlike places like Rivain (mostly oceanside beaches) or southern territories in Ferelden like the Hinterlands/Redcliffe (where Harding grew up).
So, as a result, she never learned. Put Isma on land, and she's as graceful as a swan. In water, she's like a concrete weight. She keeps this a secret, of course. Why bring it up?
However, this DOES mean that there is absolutely a point where Belisma falls into a lake after missing a jump. The team expresses sympathy ("Ough, that's gonna be uncomfortable for the rest of our trip back to camp..."), but when she doesn't resurface, Emmrich is the first to go in after him.
He, a former country boy, DID learn how to swim. And does it well.
Cue the others watching in peril as Emmrich shucks off his coat and dives in after her. Moments later, he pops up with a limp Isma in his arms, and effortlessly swims to shore.
Once she's on land, he's quick to roll her on her back and provide mouth-to-mouth. It's not long before she sputters up water and is wheezing, color slowly returning to her as Emmrich her back and coaxes her through the heaving. He's soaked to the bone, hair and clothes a mess, but he doesn't care.
That night, after they've made camp, I definitely see her calling to him from outside his tent. He opens the flap, and sees her dressed in his extra shirt, and extra pair of pants from Bellara, and wearing Manfred's boots (which also used to be Emmrich's, he notes with amusement) with her hair down and unbraided.
"I never thanked you," she said timidly as she stood awkwardly on the other side of his tent's threshold. "I'm so, so sorry for before. I should have been more careful."
Emmrich, who had only poked his head out at first, emerged fully from the tent to better speak to her. "Rook, dear, you have nothing to apologize for!"
"I put you in danger," she said. "The currents were strong, Emmrich."
"Only marginally."
"Still, if you hadn't dove in after me ..."
"Well, I certainly wasn't going to let you drown! I only apologize I didn't dive in sooner. I thought you would have known ... that is ... em ..."
She nodded shamefully. The woman had no real excuse for not knowing how to swim, especially at her 35 years of age.
"W-Well," Emmrich floundered, searching his mind for a way to make her feel better. He finally landed on, "It was a lovely excuse to settle down and make camp. Perfect for making tea and winding down."
Accentuating his point, he was donned only in his dressing gown, undershirt and spare trousers. The rest of his clothes were drying by the fire. Unlike some of his more rugged companions, he always brought a few extra sets of clothes. A gentleman had to always look his best, and one never knew when a teammate might need an extra top (or silk scarf, or two). His only other clean shirt was on her, though he couldn't help but notice that she wore it very well. The collar was open at the neck, and he could just barely make out the swell of her breasts beneath the fabric. It was also quite large on her petite frame. She practically swam in the sea of bone-yellow fabric, and the tails went to her mid-thigh. Something red-blooded and primal in him appreciated the vision she made in that moment.
"Emmrich?"
He cleared his throat thickly, and glanced back upward. "Ah, apologies. Like I was saying, Isma, please don't worry. Could you just promise me that you'll be a bit more careful around water? Perhaps we look for more direct paths instead of trying for shortcuts?"
"Okay," she said, her tone disbelieving. Was she ... relieved that he wasn't angry at her? "Y-Yes, that sounds perfect. I was trying to save time, but it's not worth getting hurt for. I'll remember to take things slower next time."
"Wonderful."
"And thank you! Um, again."
With a playful sigh, he accepted her thanks with a gracious nod. "Well, you are more than welcome. Perhaps swimming lessons are in order?"
The idea was acknowledged with a promising hum. "If we keep ending up in places like this ... maybe. Taash could teach me, I bet. Or ... "
"I'd be delighted!" Emmrich said, picking up the thread of conversation right where she'd dropped it. "I've been teaching Manfred as well! You can join our classes."
"Really? I-I ... would love that! If you don't mind the company, that is."
"Yours? Never."
Ah, so Guinevere is in the same boat? Our poor girls, haha. BUUUT, honestly, not being able to swim allows for so many good scenarios.
Imagine Emmrich diving in to save Guinevere if she falls? Like, if her and her ritzy family are taking a boat ride and she falls in during some chaos after two boat captains decided it would be good to race each other. Emmrich dives in afterward to rescue her, knowing she can't swim. That would be difficult, since they'd likely also be in more formal attire, and he'd need to catch up to a boat. But he would do it, and look positively dashing as he climbed the boat ladder with her in his arm, holding her to his chest.
Once they're back, he commands the whole crowd with a calm but authoritative urgency.
"I need blankets and a kettle of warm water! Someone please get her some dry clothes as well! Come on, Guinevere. I'll get you to your room."
He's a paragon of a man, through and through.
#rook belisma ingellvar#dragon age the veilguard#veilguard au#emrook#rook guinevere vynhalsyne#emmrich volkarin#emmrich x rook#veilguard headcanons
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Hi! I'd like to be called 🎂 anon if that's okay.
Here's my request. Could I request Vil and Rook with a pâtissier s/o in a poly relationship?
~Thank you for your request!
The Pâtissier!
Vil x Rook x gn!reader
Tw: polyamory
Wordcount: 468
Side Note: Of course you can be 🎂 anon! Idk if your still here but sry this took me so long! I apologize that this is quite short but I really didn't have too many ideas for this. I'm sorry if this didn't turn out well!
A pâtissier?
Well…
Vil and Rook have very different but also very similar ways of expressing their love for you and that includes the way they express their feelings about you being a pâtissier.
Rook will freely compliment your work. He endlessly tells you about how everything you make is a work of art. He especially loves to watch you work! He finds inspiration in the way your hands move and the way you look when you're so focused on getting everything just right.
If you're looking for another person who will give you genuine feedback on your work but won't go on an endless spiel of how beautiful your work is, Vil is your guy. He can be a bit harsh without realizing it sometimes but at least you can rest assured that when he does compliment your work he genuinely means it.
There are times where no matter how hard you try to make something it just never comes out right and Rook will always be the first to encourage you to keep trying. He'll remind you that making these pastries and cakes is no easy feat and you shouldn't ever be too hard on yourself. Rook may even help you figure out what you're doing wrong. He may not be a pâtissier himself but he knows a few things and even though some of his ideas may be a bit… odd, they just might work.
Of course, after spending so much time baking you'll want someone to try it! Rook will gladly try anything you make. While Rook himself may not be an expert cook or anything, he knows when something is made well and he has quite a refined palate. He'll give you constructive criticism on how you could improve the look and flavor so that one day you may blow him away with how beautiful your creations taste!
I think it's obvious to anyone that Vil also has a taste for luxury however, Vil won't be so quick to try your creations. It's not out of any kind of disrespect but more so because of his strict diet. Sometimes he'll try it but most of the time he'll decline. Vil is a lot better at critiquing the visual appearance of your creations. They say that people eat with their eyes first and wow, does Vil know how to make something visually appealing!
Both Vil and Rook are quite creative. Rook is a little more out there in his ideas though. They can both greatly help you come up with ideas you may have never considered or even thought of.
They both love you and what you do. Whether your works are a success or a fail, as long as you keep doing what you're passionate about they'll always be there to support you!
#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#vil schoenheit#vil schoenheit x reader#rook hunt#rook hunt x reader#🎂anon
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The Tour XI
Warning: swearing, smut
The elephant in the room was suffocating. No one was saying much, all pretending that their phones were way more interesting than the world around them, except for Colson that was. He stood, staring at the wall as if he was admiring a great work of art in a museum. The groupies that had pushed their way into the green room immediately felt the tension and all came up with terrible excuses to leave. When it was finally time for the concert to start, you made no attempt to move from your spot in the corner and you could tell that bothered Colson.
Ever since your outburst in the lobby after your friends had caught the two of you making out, Colson had listened to your request for him to leave you alone. Although, you didn’t give him much choice not to. Whenever he entered a room, you found a reason to leave, if there was a chance the two of you would be alone, you’d excuse yourself to make a phone call. You spent most of your free time locked in your hotel room and if you were required to follow Colson to line with your contract, you kept a safe distance. Always making sure he was within your eye line but never close enough that he could talk to you.
“I’ll catch up with you guys,” Ashleigh calls out as everyone begins to file out of the room. She sits crossed legged next to you on the couch, her whole body turned towards you, waiting for you to talk.
“I’m not ready to talk about it,” you mumble, staring at your cuticles.
“I know but maybe it would help if you did. Everyone…” her voice trails off with a shake of her head.
“Everyone what?” you spit at her and you can feel the bile rising in your throat.
“Hey, calm down. It’s me, remember?” guilt floods you and you mumble an apology. “It doesn’t matter what everyone thinks but we are worried about the two of you. You haven’t spoken since…the incident and it’s starting to show.” when you go to speak, her voice cuts you off. “Everyone is noticing.”
You’re not sure what her emphasis means until she pulls out her phone and shoves it in your face. Dozens of text messages from Francis and Kathy questioning Colson’s mood in his latest interviews, his lack of stage presence and the fact that he hasn’t made an appearance at any nightclubs that he was scheduled at for PR photo ops. Ashleigh’s replies are her best attempt at mediating but you can tell by the responses she gets that they’re pissed. You see your name pop up numerous times in the message chain but you don’t want to know what they have to say about you.
“Ash, I’m so sorry. I was here to make your life easier and I just made it worse.” you grab her hands in yours and try your best to apologise.
“I knew there was something going on between the two of you but I couldn’t really put my finger on it. Rook was the one that thought you two were hooking up and I told him he was crazy. I guess he just knows you better than me.”
You don’t really know what to say to that. Although you’re closer to Ashleigh now, you have known Rook for longer and he just knows you. You’ve always known he’s an observant guy. He doesn’t pick up on nearly as much as Colson does but when he really wants to know something, he pays attention.
“It’s over anyway, whatever the hell it was. I guess I could probably be nicer to Kells so he’s in a better mood but I can’t guarantee that will make a difference.”
“Ok, this is probably going to make me an awful person but do you think…maybe… you could try being more than a friend?” your jaw drops and she quickly rushes to explain. “I’m not saying you have to make out with him or sleep with him but could you at least flirt a little? Make him think he has a chance even if he really doesn’t?”
You don’t answer her. You just kind of shrug in a ‘no words necessary’ way. You’re not willing to commit to anything and you promised yourself that you would find your fun elsewhere for the rest of the trip but you can see the weight everything is having on your best friend. You don’t want to add to her burdens by being difficult.
Just be nice to him and he’ll perk up a little.
The cold shoulder routine was starting to wear on you anyway. It was a hard wall to keep up, especially with someone you care so much for. You also hated the way it made the rest of your friends so uncomfortable. You didn’t want to be the Debby downer on the tour.
You follow Ashleigh out of the green room and to the side of the stage to watch the performance. You hadn’t really noticed it before but you could see that Colson’s heart wasn’t really in it. He was pulling his voice to stop from belting out his lyrics, he was barely moving around the stage and he wasn’t interacting with anyone, the crowd or his band. He looked bored.
When the set came to an end and the crowd screamed for an encore like they always do, Colson ignored them, and Ashleigh, and headed back to the green room. He pushed past a large group of fans with backstage passes and all the girls in short skirts and low cut tops. It was like he didn’t even notice them there.
Had I really been that blind to his attitude?
You tell Ashleigh to give you a minute alone with him and you push through the same crowd of now very angry people. When you get to the green room it’s empty so you head to the small restroom next door and hear the sound of the water. You wait awkwardly in the doorway for what feels like an eternity. When you realise he’s not planning to leave the shower any time soon, you decide to just have the conversation here.
“Colson?” you call out and you hate the way your voice wavers on his name.
“What?” he asks in such a monotone voice it barely even sounds like him.
“Can we talk?”
“I’m a little fucking busy!”
Ugh, dick.
You push your way further into the bathroom and push open the stall door. Colson is just standing under the scorching hot water, staring up at the roof with no real emotion on his face. It’s…unsettling. You’re trying very hard to not let your eyes variate from his face but it’s easier said than done.
“Get out of the shower,” you tell him in your sternest voice.
“No.”
“I’m not playing. Get. Out.”
“No.”
You kick your shoes off before stepping into the cubicle with him. You reach for the tap trying hard to not step under the shower head but Colson has other ideas. He grabs the top of your arms and pulls you under the water with him, holding you against his body. You try to pull away but he’s too strong for you. You try to scream out at him but his lips are on yours too quickly, silencing you. You stay ridgid, not giving in to his kiss or his naked body.
“Kiss me,” he begs against your lips but you still resist. “Please?” That soft word begins to crack its way through your walls. “I need you.”
You’re complete and utter putty in his hands and you hate yourself for it. Your lips begin to respond to his, allowing him to slip his tongue past them. He moans at the taste of you. You run your nails down his back and he growls, gripping your ass tightly. He tries to push you back against the wall but you hold your ground. If you’re doing this, you’re doing it your way.
“Undo my pants,” you command him and he looks at you with a face that tells you he’s both pissed off and turned on at the same time.
He kneels before you and unbuttons and unzips your jeans. You lift your soaking wet shirt over your head and discard it with his clothes. You unclip your bra and drop it beside him. He looks up at your naked breasts, lust filling his eyes at the sight.
When Colson finally manages to rip your drenched jeans and panties off, he tries to stand but you hold the top of his head, forcing him to stay kneeling before you. He looks up at you from beneath his lashes with a confused expression. You just smile that sweet, flirty smile that you know drives him wild.
“Eat me,” you demand and he needs no further instructions.
Colson’s mouth immediately suctions to your pussy and you mewl with pleasure. You throw your head back and moan as his mouth and tongue assaults your slit. He finds your clit and circles it over and over with his tongue before sucking on it, hard. You grip his hair and tug every time he finds just the right spot. He notices your pattern and begins to focus all his attention on your clit. He slips his long slender finger inside you and begins to pump in and out of you like a mad man. Your vision begins to blur and your ability to hold yourself up becomes more and more difficult. Colson grips your ass, holding you in place and keeping you upright. He squeezes and the mix of pleasure becomes too overwhelming and a powerful orgasm tears through you. Your legs quiver and you worry you may fall but Colson ensures that you don’t.
As you come down from your high, Colson stands and begins kissing your neck. He pinches your nipples between his fingers and you start to purr but then remind yourself you’re in charge.
“Thanks for the ride, big boy,” you smile before pushing Colson back against the wall and away from you.
You open the door, grab a towel to wrap around yourself and pick your wet clothes up from the floor. You leave Colson to stand there in his confusion and quickly sneak into the green room to grab a change of clothes from Sophie’s bag before anyone else appears. You sit down on the couch, a shit eating grin plastered across your face.
Just because he wants me, doesn’t mean he can have me. ********************
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TWST Self-Aware/Overseer AU OC: Teagan
Name: Teagan
Age: 17 (Body Age)
Race: Deity/Human (Body)
Homeland: Unknown
Height: 5 Feet 8 Inches
Body Type: Fit
Birthday: Unknown
Personality/Nature: Compassionate & Energetic
Current Occupation: Overseer/Night Raven Freshman (First-Year)
Sorted Dorm: Ramshackle
Unique Magic: Inner Armory - Summoning any kind of weapon crafted from any kind of material
Incantation: "Bronze, Silver, Gold - I shall craft a weapon to behold! Inner Armory!"
Likes: Exercising, Reading, Sparring, Jogging, Baking, Singing, Gardening
Dislikes: Liars, Manipulators, Losing what is important to her, deal-breakers
Favorite Food: Chicken
Favorite Fast Food: Chicken Nuggets
Least Favorite Food: Fish
Favorite Class: Physical Education
Favorite Teacher: Vargas
Best Friend(s): Jack Howl & Sebek Zigvolt (Sparring Buddies)
Worst Enemy(s): Vil Schoenheit & Rook Hunt
Signature Traits: An Earring in the shape of an hourglass containing red sand. (Take a good guess who gave her that)
Favorite Location: The Spelldrive Field (Loves the game)
Relationships w/ Key CharactersQuotes
Riddle Rosehearts:
"I'm not apologizing for slapping your mother." (Did so in a past life when Riddle was a kid)
"Stop stressing over the small stuff - you'll get gray hair faster."
"(Exhales) Why did she make so many rules?" (Talking about the Queen of Hearts)
Trey Clover
"I love your tarts."
"Thank you for being there for Riddle."
"Stop bowing to me! It's weird!"
Cater Diamond
"No, I don't know how to use a phone."
"How do you make a MagiCam Account?"
"Someone hearted my picture. What does that mean?"
Ace Trappola & Deuce Spade
"Knock before coming into my dorm, guys!"
"Study first, then you can have your desserts."
"I'm not taking those collars off..."
Leona Kingscholar
"You! Me! Spelldrive/Chess! Right Now!"
"Get off me... I'm not your pillow."
"Leona, stop breaking into my dorm when I am not here."
Ruggie Bucchi
"Here! I got you some donuts!" (Giving him donuts on Weekends)
"Here. Send this to your Grandmother." (Giving Ruggie Money)
"I created Beastmen to be equals... Some seem to have forgotten that." (Revealing who she is to Ruggie)
Jack Howl
"Square up, Howl!" (Getting ready to spar)
"The first one to 50 Laps wins!"
"I let you win that one!" (After losing)
Azul Ashengrotto
"Sure, I'll give you a hand with the Lounge."
"No, I want to pay full price." (When Azul offers a discount)
"Come here... You need to rest." (When Azul is tired)
Jade Leech
"Being twins is not easy....and I'm the younger one."
"Jade, please, tell Floyd to let me go..." (When Floyd hugs her)
"That smile of yours dangerous... In a good way... I think."
Floyd Leech
"Floyd, please, let go."
"I'm not a Shrimp!"
"You're lucky I love you (As A Friend), Floyd..."
Kalim Al-Asim
"Good Morning, Little Sunbeam."
"No parties until you bring your grades up without Jamil's Help."
"Genesis yelled at you? He didn't mean to upset you, he just wants you to be a better version of yourself. You are Dorm Warden, after all."
Jamil Viper
"You will serve no one while I am here."
"Still just as clingy as you were a decade ago."
"Of course, I kept it. It means a lot to me, just like you do."
Vil Schoenheit
"Stop touching my hair."
"There is a difference between beauty and vanity, Schoenheit. Learn it."
"What do you mean 'I don't act lady-like'? You trying to say how I should act?!"
Rook Hunt
"I can see you in those bushes, Hunt."
"Stop following my brother around; you are seriously annoying him."
"You can't 'hunt' me, Rook; I can sniff you out before you have me in your sights."
Epel Felmier
"Even the deadliest things can come in smaller packages."
"Stretch before you start training with Genesis; it will prevent you from getting cramps."
"I really don't understand why the Dark Mirror placed you in Pomefiore; you're nothing like Vil or Rook, that's probably why I love hanging out with you."
Idia Shroud
"You have an interesting collection of video games, Idia."
"Here. I got this for you." (Giving Idia a Figurine)
"Excuse me for a moment, Idia; I need to visit the King of the Underworld." (Finding out about The Shroud Family Curse)
Ortho Shroud
" Good Morning, Little Shroud."
"You remember my brother?"
"My Original Name? Sorry, Ortho, I cannot tell you that."
Malleus Draconia
"I wish I could say I understand how you are feeling... But I would be lying to both you and myself."
"You are correct, Malleus. Genesis is the one who created Fae."
"Please, you have to stop this. Genesis is not who you think he is... Not anymore."
Lilia Vanrouge
"WHY ARE YOU IN MY KITCHEN?! OUT!"
"Stop lying to Silver. Genesis is not his father, nor is he your former lover."
"I know you saw him as family... Alas, he wasn't able to remain with you."
Sebek Zigvolt
"Why must you be so loud this early in the morning?"
"You wish to face me? Very well."
"You never met him, so why are you so obsessed with my brother?"
Silver
"I am not your Aunt, Silver, just as Genesis is not your 'Dad'. Your Father is living in delusion."
"You need to stop sleeping in strange places."
"Here. At least sleep on this." (Giving Silver a portable cotton cot)
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Ocverse infodump👀???
OHOHOHI GLAD YOU ASKED CAUSE THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN
General Gist: They’re for a game I’m planning that has both a story mode and a free play mode. A roguelite with multiple playable characters but it’s gay and you fight hordes of angels. You unlock the characters via the story mode!
Story modes plot is how their town is slowly being invaded and colonized by hordes of white missionaries seeking to take advantage of the towns location being in a spot where the barriers between the spirit and mortal worlds are weak enough to open rifts between the two.
The main theme I’m exploring is love. How love changes and inspires. With characters love for each other, love for home, even love in faith can inspire them to stand up against tyranny. That love isn’t the same as aimless pacifism or inaction.
There’s quite a lot of them so hope you don’t get lost in it. I can always send you a script over in DMs if you want to read the whole story so far! (It will be subjected to change).
Achilles (any): They’re the ones who spark the domino effect that’s in the story. She’s a recent move in to the town and is an extremely curious kid who is strong and skilled enough with a shovel to take down a several hundred pound angel.
He is determined as hell, though is able to recognize when she needs to stop. Feeling guilty when the trail she was following was a dead end and a hurt person. Also she’s intersex bigender so he’s gender fuckery.
They’re so special to me because we never see intersex characters in media. I wanted to represent so many people I knew and know (I’m questioning intersex!), and they’re the original main character before I turned every teen playable!
Eli (she/they): Achilles online partner before she moved into the town. Unlike Achilles who is patient waiting to strike, she goes all out with a baseball bat. With her motto being “I’m fucking taken them down with me.”
She’s a brutally honest scrappy girl. Willing to argue and stand up to those who she knows is wrong. Standing right next to her friends no matter what. She’s part of the Navajo tribe and is a femby (femme enby!).
Orginally was meant to be a dead partner Achilles grieved, she become so interesting alive that she gets to be in the story alive and well to love.
Stig (they/them): They’re the resident fashion monarch! If anyone knows a thing about fashion it’s them. The want to be stylish also extends to their weapon which is a yo-yo! Fighting with a yo-yo is always impressive and they’re quite a master at it.
They’re understanding and empathetic but can go too far and if they think something is going on, they’re willing to break boundaries. Though always making sure to apologize if they’re wrong. They’re AMAB enby cause we need more of them in fiction. (They also get a romance arc with Achilles and Eli hehe).
Honestly? Wanted to see a lot more AMAB enbies in media and Stig was perfect for it! Fun fact: Stig means owl and with those big shades it’s not hard to see why!
Rook (he/they): A DnD history nerd incarnate, he’s even got a sword he carries around casually. Fighting wise he’s not fast but he’s a wall, knowing exactly to apply pressure with his sword and blocks with it well.
Though you’d think he’d be a meek spineless nerd, he’s very well spoken and knows when to stand up. With bravery being a value he holds close. He does get irritated at times and can snap but makes sure he lets his anger out without hurting anyone. He’s aroace (closest is QP for him), and is Jewish! As well as being adopted by two gay dads, one of them being muslim the other being buddhist.
Originally was one of my most forgettable characters, giving him his current design just hits oomf. Plus is an exercise to writing different faiths and of course we need an aroace character who’s happy about being aroace and can kick serious ass.
Bit (he): He’s all guy! Just with a better coat of paint. A gamer with an ancestral magical spear. Unlike the others who are fast or careful, Bit likes to just go all out stabbing even using it to pierce through multiple angels.
He’s a rough boy, participating in wrestling with his brother. Extremely passionate as well exerting himself 100%. Though he does get blind sighted and the passion he puts in can have colaterral damage. Still he loves those around him. GNC Irish-Scottish transmasc lesbian (he is part of a giant polycule that grows in the story).
A lot of onscreen transmasc representation is all about trying to go masculine heavily. So having a transmasc character who’s genuinely just a boy with breasts is something refreshing to see. (And yes he is inspired by Wally Darling).
Lupi (she/paw): Werewolf time! She’s a werewolf and is connected to the rifts in the town. She fights like a wild animal, grappling onto her foes and crushing their necks to repeatedly biting them.
She’s true to herself and incredibly crafty, able to think outsmart her way through tough situations. Though she’s also highly affectionate, she isn’t above pranking people. Paw is an agender sapphic wolf (and is part of the polycule!).
One of the ones I had so much fun designing, wanted to strike a balance between feral wolf like fake and humanoid in my style was a challenge. However taking the usual bubble mouth in cartoons and interpreting it as a snout did favors!
Harley (she): You’d think she’d be all edge but she’s just a teenage girl trying to make it. Unlike all the others, she fights with genuinely magic! Using a glove she moves her hands to form glyphs on the floor that explode or do other moves!
She’s a goth kid who loves her friend, family and husband*(boyfriend but she and Mit’sa pretend to be married). Though she says unsettling things, it’s all for good show. Behind it all she’s just a sweet devious jokester! But she’s not perfect as she often views herself disconnected from culture and tries too hard to connect at times.
Honestly she’s the character with the most me in it. Story wise she and her sister ran away with their grandpa from the Philippines so that Harley can transition safely and her sister Skyler can be open as a lesbian. Struggling with transness and culture, shes me when I was 13 in the most raw and real ways.
Mit’saidl (he/they): Diego the Explorer as a teenage boy haha! He loves to keep distance and quick on his feet. Equipped with a compound bow he uses rapidly to deliver hard hitting arrows!
He’s an adventurous kind-hearted boy. Though this comes at a fault when it comes to hurting people and not angels. He also loves sharing himself and his culture, often practicing braiding with Harley’s hair as well as teaching her phrases in his language.
While Harley is meant to reflect not being sure culturally, Mit’saidl is the opposite to her in that regards. He knows very well his culture! Infact he’s trans and used the name Mit’saidl as a sort of pun. As he’s Kwakiutl and speaks kwak’wala! It’s a language defined by suffixes for tone and etc. Mit’sa is the word for kiss while idl is the suffix meaning astonished! Meaning when he kisses Harley and she says his name, he smiles knowing how clever and cheeky he is. (Also yes they’re T4T!!! We need more POC T4T!!!)
Sam(he/any): Violinist little guy!! Like his brother he has an incredible passion for music! It also plays into his fighting as the world freezes and he plays a tune and affects all the enemies around him with anything. Plus he’s brothers with Bit!
They’re a bit too optimistic, often believing in the power of authority to help. However he quickly learns that he has to do it himself. He’s a bit hardheaded and stubborn, but it helps him stand by his beliefs.
Not much extra commentary on him. He’s also intersex like Achilles but overall he’s been a character who I love because he’s a little guy.
Victoria(she/pretty): A The pretty princess of the group! And like every pretty princess she gets a big ass sniper rifle! She’s fast and hits hard from distance with it.
Though she is definitely self-absorbed, she knows what to fight for. She is actually incredibly keen and logistic. Able to deduce when shit is up. She values her achievements and awards, but when face with the choice to give her friends up or her awards. She’d pick her friends
She’s canonically NPD (I got NPD!) Don’t have a set gender or sexuality but she’s like “I’m so fucking cool.” However story wise she’s grieving her dad, with her and her sister in the story being exploration of different grief types.
That’s the main introductory gang!! I’ll post for the others! I can always send you the script if you want fnfmfm
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Hi, can I please ask for yhe GIGN operators response to their SO getting catcalled?
hi anon! thank you so much for this ask and your extended patience oh my god. i’m apologizing in every single one of these new uploads bc some of these asks have been here since July 2023…i’m so sorry. but i hope you enjoy this!
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GIGN (+Lion CBRN) Headcanons: S/O Getting Catcalled
Warnings: mentions of: unwanted sexual advances, unwanted attention, threats of/actual physical altercations, spitting, comfort
Doc
☆ Gustave was a pretty secure man when it came to his relationships.
☆ Mature, sweet, loving, and loyal, the Frenchman would never want anything to happen to his beloved whenever they both went on an outing.
☆ So when another man suddenly came up to you with the intent of chatting you up, getting your number, or even going home with you, he felt a pang of passive-aggression swell in his heart.
☆ Gustave would purposely intertwine your fingers together with his just so the man could see.
☆ He’d cover your drink and even take it off your hands, telling you you can chat up with the man as much as you wanted. He loved getting ammunition against the people who thought they even had a chance, anyways.
☆ The moment he hears the other man try and impress you with the fact that he was a doctor, Gustave chuckled and rolled his eyes.
☆ “You’ll have to do much better than that, mon ami,” he’ll say as he takes a good, hard look at the man.
☆ He was barely any competition for Gustave.
☆ He recounts the remnants of the Outbreak that occurred and how he was one of the selected doctors. Gustave smirks and scoffs, knowing he had ammunition now.
☆ Gustave digs into the man, this time thankful it’s more personal, chastising him for how utterly snobbish he was even during the Outbreak. Your arm clings to his as he continues on, your eyes fixated on his face as he scolds the man more and more.
☆ He’s definitely won once the man starts blubbering, flustered and embarrassed with the way he excuses himself and leaves.
☆ “Mmm, perhaps I’ll have to make sure nobody gets to you…I’ll have to start marking you up all over just to get these men to know you belong to me, mon cœur…”
Lion
♡ Olivier is a bit of a mixed bag when it comes to his partners. He doesn’t argue much, but there will be the occasional spat here and there.
♡ He still has a bit of trouble opening up but he’s a pretty attentive lover after having learned from his mistakes.
♡ Olivier sticks by your side whenever the two of you go out, wanting to make sure you’re safe and that you never feel threatened.
♡ He holds your hand as the two of you walk home from a date, leaving you on the inside of the sidewalk for your safety.
♡ “Hey sweetheart!” The two of you will suddenly hear from across the street.
♡ You feel Olivier tighten his hold on your hand, making sure the two of you don’t get separated if that idiot crosses the street.
♡ Which he does. Unceremoniously as well, considering the way he staggers from side to side and trips.
♡ “Walk in front of me a little. I’ll keep holding your hand,” Olivier will warn you as his eyes narrow just a bit.
♡ Doing as you’re told, you walk forward a little and squeeze his hand tighter. This causes the drunken man to become upset.
♡ “Come on, babe! Ditch the loser so I can show you a real good time! Bet I can take care of you better than him!” he exclaims, trying his best to keep up.
♡ The man then suddenly kicks Olivier's ankle, nearly making him trip. That pisses him off so bad that he lets go of your hand and gives a mean swing to the drunken man without even turning to look at him.
♡ “Idiot,” Olivier says as he turns to look at the now passed out drunk before grabbing your hand again, “don’t try that shit again. Now let’s get you back home—I’d rather you not have to deal with that again.”
Rook
♪ Julien was a fairly easygoing lover when it came to his partners.
♪ Sure he was cocky, was proud of what he had, and was a bit complicit in you being left alone in public, but god damn did his cockiness call for trouble sometimes.
♪ It meant a few arguments here and there between the two of you but that didn’t mean he didn’t love you. He’d take you out shopping a lot thanks to his…generous paychecks, from his line of work.
♪ He’ll get distracted from time to time whenever the two of you are together and will occasionally leave you by yourself, leaving you open as he looks for something you wanted.
♪ “You look like a cut of fuckable meat…” A man suddenly says as he comes behind you, thinking you’re alone. “Are you?”
♪ His statement makes your skin crawl, causing you to grow uneasy. You’re about to turn around to get away but the man grabs your wrist tightly and forces you to look at him.
♪ “Piss off! Leave me alone, I’m taken!” You yell, finally doing what you needed to alert Julien.
♪ And when you got catcalled in Julien’s presence? He gets angry—like his ego is being checked—and he starts a fight.
♪ He runs over to you with the thing you wanted, quickly tossing it to you when the man lets go of you. His right fist connects to his cheek without warning and he starts shouting profanities, cursing him out.
♪ Julien doesn’t stop hitting the man until people break the two up, even going so far as to spit on the man once separated.
♪ Once everything dies down, Julien apologizes for what you went through and buys you more stuff just to make you feel better.
♪ “Don’t worry about anything else for today. I’ll stick by you and once we get home, I’ll be sure to pamper you some more.”
Montagne
✧ Gilles was known by everyone to be the gentle giant of Rainbow and eventually Wolfguard.
✧ He’s kind, generous, and takes care of most of the work because he thinks you shouldn’t have to work for yourself.
✧ When you’re in public, he allows you to stray but just tells you to stay within his line of sight. He was tall, so that was easy.
✧ Gilles is incredibly protective of you and will be more than willing to throw a punch if it was necessary.
✧ “Damn, you’ve got a pretty nice ass,” he hears a random man say one day as you’re both out shopping.
✧ Gilles’s blood begins to boil when he hears you shout “Hey!” you exclaim, his head lifting as he turns to look at you.
✧ He’s happy you slapped the man in the face because he knew damn well so much worse would happen if Gilles got to him before you could.
✧ He stalks up behind you two and puts his hand firmly on the man’s shoulder. He even squeezes it as hard as he can to watch the man crumble.
✧ “Who are you to be so disrespectful to a married person? Hm?” He growls as he gets to eye level with the man as he glares.
✧ The man stared up at Gilles with a horrified look, looking at your finger and noticing the ring on it and immediately began blubbering, scrambling away.
✧ Gilles then asks how you’re doing, concerned for your well-being and immediately shifting to be the same kind man you’ve come to love.
✧ “I’m okay now, thank you for coming over…how about we go home now? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that angry before…” you’ll suggest. And of course, who is he to deny you what you want?
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1. I have no issue in being the spokesman for this ship i swear. Also so be it, outta the way Cloche, Epel bby come here 😍
2. I thought that ask didnt send?? I completely forgot about the carved apple hc thou good thing you still saw it <3
3. Im just now noticing being tagged as a mutual?? Like i know you follow me too but the tag 😭💕
4. And lastly response to the previous ask (this has been a series of full-blown responses, back and forth amongst us)
Shinning light on Epel's character, he does indeed feel conflicted. He fears Cloche's paranoia and vulnerability after the incident is what made them to be closer. If that's the case then he hates it. Dont get me wrong now Epel's the kind who "fell first and fell harder" but he wants to be sure that his Relationship with Cloche even as friends is genuine. He wants to be sure that the closeness Cloche develops with him is not related to her incident even in the slightest. While he still sees glimpses of OG Cloche with how she responds it still makes him uneasy with how he got closer to her in a few months then he could in a year. He knows Cloche doesn't like him back. The way she looks at his vice housewarden with love in her eyes, he wishes he could be that person. (Dont be jealous of that wannabe Dora 🫶)
But he knows he'll never be. But that doesnt mean he wants to cut all ties with Cloche. She is still special to him. He can move on but he knows that wont be the case for a good while but till then he'll be there for Cloche in her time of need when rook is ojt for internships.
Now thats enough angst on my side since now i just feel bad 😭
That being said, signing off till the next responses, peace out and hugging cloche <3 (and hugs for you as well :D )
Throwing in a lighthearted meme as a cleanser <3 If you know the source, you know 😭 God… The amount of layers to get this- (Shout out to y’all following along the SY! Cloche lore)
[Response]
The true ship was Epel x justm3di0cr3 all along- I’m losing it at the irony of you being the spokesperson of ClochEpel yet also writing the downfall(?) (er… Not ClochEpel ClochEpel)
Sending hearts back at ya <3 Any mutual is a mutual ^^
Going straight for the angst path I see- Not that I’m complaining- I’m all for it!
Waiting for Cloche’ epiphany arc to come, when she finally realizes she shouldn’t have taken Epel and his feelings for granted when he’s gone for good. Before the incident, Cloche would have known about Epel’s one-sided affections for her (at some point), but she’s more confused why he would like her. With that, if Epel ever confronts SY!Cloche to set things straight or were vocal about missing the old Cloche, she’d feel upset and lost.
As the person experiencing the changes, Cloche views the new development as growth. OG!Cloche was distant, always trying to not be a burden, and now she’s opening up her heart to rely on others willingly. Cloche, herself, didin’t think the incident changed her, but was an excuse for her to act upon the fears she already had. How Cloche sees herself vs how Epel sees her, would make for an interesting conflict of misunderstandings. Since Epel wants to be there for Cloche, he probably wouldn’t voice his personal conflicts, and Cloche is too prideful to open up any more.
The few remnants of OG!Cloche that Epel can find, is mostly her uncaring, “so be it” attitude. Despite having been there for her for so long, he’s still bitter that a simple “Salut” from Rook on Magicam is enough to make her …smile. (Barely. The corners of her mouth can tilt up by 1mm, I guess.)
When SY!Cloche does feel better, she wouldn’t apologize to Epel, but more so give a word of acknowledgement. She’d drop the bomb out of nowhere, when they’re just alone, without any warnings at all. And ofc, in OG!Cloche fashion, it’d be hella dry but gets the point across. She is chewing on her pride (she cannot swallow it completely.)
“Thanks …for everything. You make this world a little more tolerable, I guess…”
FR— Epel dealing with SY!Cloche’ hot-n-cold reception is such a big improvement from OG!Cloche’ hot-n-cold.
#mutuals 🎊#ask 🎊#second year! cloche#twisted wonderland#twst#twst oc#twst ocs#twst epel#epel felmier#epel x oc#oc x epel#clochepel#cloche x epel#epel x cloche
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