#firstdegreefraud

[prophetries]

even the iron still fears the rot ;

independent, selective long-form rp blog for inquisitor evelyn trevelyan, written by bri ( 30+, she/her ) exploring themes of religiosity, self-sacrifice, charismatic leadership, and crises of faith. veilguard story spoilers present but tagged. rules & blog roll below. gdoc. // canon choices.

I go by Bri, feminine pronouns are fine. I’m over 30, and will not interact with minors in any capacity. I work full-time and attend school, so replies may take a bit. I only ask that you tag NSFW content and gore. My tagging system is ____ cw. I tag Veilguard spoilers as "veilguard spoilers" and will put any images under a read more.

Canon-typical language, sexuality, violence, and substance use may be present on this blog. Please follow at your discretion. Mun ≠ Muse. Please don't assume anything this character believes/says mirrors my personal beliefs/stances.

I only write with mutuals, but all followers are welcome to send me memes! Any personal blogs that reblog/like my threads will be immediately blocked. I tend to copy formatting with my writing partners in order to make my replies more readable for them.

I’m multi-ship, multi-verse, multi-everything. Shipping = chemistry + ooc interaction. If you want to test the waters and send a shippy meme, please feel free! I’m down for exploring possibilities. I don't write spicy threads, but I've been known to do a saucy drabble in my time.

All icons are made by me and for me. Headcanons outside of canon history and personality are of my own making. IMs and Discord are available to plot.

i've been on this hellsite since like 2012 off and on, so for transparency's sake, here are (most) of the blogs i've had in the past.

prophetry (deleted by tumblr)

wilyways (purple fem-hawke)

everwar (femshep)

calamitist (courier 6)

firstdegreefraud (fiona the con artist)

quietanthem ( multimuse )

[phaseleech]

ty kidnapping fi be like: you have information heretic, and I want it

troy: yeah, tell us about the travell--

ty: what brand eyeliner do you use? cause those wings are cutting the edges of my heart, honey. DAYUM--

[incubabe]

tiddy?

   Never heard of her.

[ferocityflynt]

winks at him from across the room

zane has mingled and messed around with a lot of people in his life,  but he’s never enjoyed it as much as he’s enjoyed having fiona.  she’s fun in every possible way and perfectly matches his spunk.  when he suggested a date night consisting of going to the nearest seediest bar and pretending to be other people and scamming as many folks as possible,  she’d been all too eager to get it going.  it’s a reaction he’s never gotten before and if he wasn’t already head over heels for her,  he’d be now!  

he’s using his best western accent tonight,  accompanied all too fittingly by a large rimmed hat and spurs on his boots.  he fits the role perfectly and the accent seems completely natural.  no one’s doubting him at all and he’s got several folks invested in his very fake stories.  too invested to notice how much money he’s stolen from their pockets.  a few guns here and there,  too.  he leans away to take a sip from his whiskey and briefly meets gazes with fiona.  that signature little smirk of her’s shows up on her lipsticked lips and she winks,  a simple gesture that makes his heart rush.  it almost makes him stumble over the fake persona he’s created in the past hour,  but he keeps himself steady.  he can’t resist her though,  and simply excuses himself from his current company and across the bar to her side.  like the fantastic actor he is,  he tips the brim of his hat in greeting and offers a friendly,  welcoming smile.  “howdy there,  ma’am.  i’m sure ya hear this often…  but what’s a gal like you doing in a place like this?”

[bonafidegrit]

blows a smooch

SHE’S NOT REALLY LOOKING. at least that’s how it seems. eyes scanning the horizon for their next mark. for her next hunt. but the silence is mind-numbing and she feels fiona staring. doing whatever she can to break the gunslinger out of her deadly trance. the movements in her peripheral trigger an action. she waits till the end. until the bullet is in the chamber and the conwoman takes the shot. deadly aim hits the heart before nisha ‘catches’ it midair, gaze still focused ahead of her for the most part. she would only turn from her vigil to press her lips upon her closed hand grasping the symbol of affection. golden eyes stare straight at fiona.

❝ ya know if you wanted a kiss. you could’ve just asked. ❞  she softly laughs and closes whatever distance that threatens to part them, her hand reaching for the back of fiona’s neck with a longing squeeze. inching in more their lips barely touch when she speaks. ❝ hell, i wouldn’t even mind if you stole one.❞  

[rhysinpieces]

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc. ;v

When Fiona’s hands dart for his collar, Rhys wonders–not for the first time, either–if he’s finally pissed her off enough to get himself murdered.

So his initial response of yelping and trying to step back feel pretty stupid in retrospect when, instead, she smiles wryly and starts fixing his tie for him. The relief only lasts a moment or two; then he realises that she has absolutely no idea how to “fix” anything he’s wearing.

“Oh, whoa–whoa, whoa, no. No.” He covers her hands with his own, but when she scowls he reflexively lets go of her; physicality is still weird between the two of them. (Frankly, it’ll probably always be weird.) 

Fortunately, she releases his tie in turn, after a brief pause. “Sorry, I guess.”

Rhys’ throat clenches guiltily. Sure, he’s not really used to receiving affection or concern from Fiona, but it occurs to him that she’s probably not used to giving it, either.

“It’s… supposed to sit like that,” he reassures her, lamely. When she doesn’t react, his brain activates nervous-mode and his big mouth just has to fill the silence with something stupid. “It’s called fashion, okay?”

That brings back the smirk he’s used to seeing. 

(Starting to like seeing.)

nonsexual acts of intimacy // here

[jackfromthegrave]

i diagnose u with: Bastard

“Pretty sure ya never went to medical school, sweetheart.”

“Or, like, school in general. Y'know, ‘cause you’re an uneducated nobody who can’t read and eats dirt when you’re not makin’ sexy eyes at my bank account.”

[ampleinnuendo]

owo what’s this ?????

sweet love descending from the heavens 2 drag y’all straight 2 hell w. a vibrating gun 💞 what’s good my baaaaaabbbbeeeeeeee  ! ! !   it’s the kiss kiss open some vaults album.

[teleidoscopic]

firstdegreefraud replied to your post: how huggable are my muses, in a list from most to...

i will hug zenyatta

i am ready. ::::)

[griftersister]

Good. Better. #Sasha. #Gaige is nothing but a rotting failure. #flfourk is a loser and everyone knows it. #Zane made a strategic error when he died. The fail was strong in #Fiona.

[incubabe]

*sends a pic of a skag pup in a bib* what do u think of this?

@firstdegreefraud

[txt]: THE NUMBER YOU HAVE REACHED IS NOT IN SERVICE.[txt]: AND EVEN IF IT WAS, ITS OWNER WOULD NOT BAIL YOU OUT AGAIN OWING TO PREVIOUS DEBTS YET TO BE REPAID.

[ferocityflynt]

winds up the arm and smacks his ass rly hard

here he is,  casually sipping his fifth pint against the bar,  elbows pressed on top of it and his posture showing that he’s relaxed and not completely paranoid for once.  fiona is here and he knows mostly everyone here,  trusts them enough to keep his back turned to them.  but don’t get him wrong--  he’s still got his pistol at a very easy reach and even though he’s completely fucking drunk,  he’s never drunk enough to let it affect his response time.  something about spending his entire life looking over his shoulder and expecting to be stabbed in the back?  yeah,  he’d rather not get started on that.

zane’s bringing the glass to his lips when the entire thing is jolted out of his grip,  completely slipping out of his gloved palm and spilling over the bar top when a hand all too fiercely meets his bottom.  his first reaction is to reach for his gun,  but--  it only takes him a second to look over and see fiona there,  grin on her face but eyes glancing elsewhere,  as if she wasn’t the one responsible for this mess.  oh,  he doesn’t mind.  he orders another pint for himself and for her and he quickly scoots closer,  shamelessly pressing his fantastic ass against her hip.  “you wanna grab me some more?  c’mon honey,  i’m all for the taking here!”

[bonafidegrit]

3, 6, 9 (damn she fine)

Ain’t no rest for the wicked || Closed

#61456328 reason why i luv bri

3: Favorite character?Moxxi, cause she’s really a nerd wrapped in a sexy corset like me sometimes. Also, Tina... cause duh

6: An OTP?FiNish!!!! Also the murderbabes (Jacisha) are kind of my end-all. Horrible bastards that they are.

9: A character you consider overrated?I don’t really?? know? probably Jack. Basically on the level of people saying that he wasn’t sooo bad and that Lilith pushed him to full diabolic levels. Babes, my dude, my loves…. Jack is/was crazy as S H I T. He was gonna reach tyrant mode eventually, Lil just brought what was inside to light a bit quicker. Ya boi is TERRIBLE. Get over it.

[jackfromthegrave]

Hey! Hey, Jack look at me .................................................. bitch.

“…………..Y’know what? I try to be nice, here. Really, I do. I’m a saint. A giver.”

“And because I’m soooo generous, how ‘bout I get you that one-way ticket off Pandora you always wanted, huh? Yeah? Oh, oh, oh, and get this: it goes aaaall the way to that hot tourist destination – fun n’ sunny strangulation town!” 

“So just… come on over and claim your prize! Real quick. C’mere.”