#fuck wait i should probably tag their warrior names too uh

[evilmagician430]

u know what fuck it *posts my venturiantale warrior cats*

uh this is just the acachalla immediate family + maddie though i will post the pie cats when i've drawn all of them

i fucking LOVE designing warriorcats with stupid design motifs and shit and i love turning characters that already exist from something i like into the type of character in something else i like. this is one of those things in life that keep me relatively sane

"lore":

blazestar is the clan leader but her warrior name was blazepool ^_^ i only mention this because when i came up with her name i thought it was soo pretty then i remembered if shes the clan leader she has 2 have the suffix -star. so the nice name i came up with went out teh window entirely. she became clan leader after the former leader and his deputy DIED in the same night due to a mysterious incident. nobody rlly cared though rip bozos. time 4 milf power. the medicine cat literally had a vision about how blazepool needs 2 be the new clan leader. thats how they decided so suddenly after that night in... garry'sclan...

missingfur is literally an old man he needs to stop killing people over territory boundaries but he doesnt have any other pastimes since he doesnt have any good stories or even ticks

pigeonfoot is the medicine cat and hes billy if you cant tell. i think all my designs r pretty obvious though so whatever. he knows everything awful that is going on but hes so dumn he forgets it instantly after starclan tells him. he caused a girl 2 spiral into insanity entirely on accident. he so cute i put little stars in his eyes because i thought that would be a fun idea for medcats 2 have stars in their eyes like how leaders r sometimes drawn with a star on their chest or forehead (like i did w blazestar..) i legit based his fur patterning and stuff off of a pigeon because again. cuteness points. the vm influence is deep under my skin like scarabs

BRIARFACE the little thing next 2 one of their ears is actually supposed 2 be a briar flower idk if you can see it. the token former kittypet. she used to live in a house but then she saw blazestar and missingfur on her patio one day and blazestar was like "what are your pronouns" and briarface (then some silly housecat name like uhh sweetums) was like. "she/they, i guess, but my housefolk have no way of knowing that, they just think im a tom" and blazestar was all like "if you join our clan we will call you by your preferred pronouns" and she was like folding missingfur's ears closed the whole time since he insisted on coming to the new recruit and wouldve been a bitch. and sweetums said "what?". and blazestar said "what." genuinely not understanding what they were not understanding. 2 weeks later she would become part of the family and be christened briarface because briar is like briar rose and it sounds pretty and face because they have distinctive facial patterning.

mapleclaw is the strongest toughest roughest prettiest girl in garry'sclan and she goe's two hell every night to get better at it. this isnt a secret though everybody knows and nobody minds. pigeonfoot found out from a vision and told everyone and they were like. cool. and he was like oh i guess its fine then. must not be that bad. like her venturiantale counterpart she also lost her entire original family when she was young to murder carried out by none other than JIMMY CASKET... a name that gets sillier the more i think about it. in this au or whatever his name is gravelblade. more on gravelblade later..

rustedpaw oh my god.. el gato ever. he also had all his remaining family die for unspecified reasons when he was quite young. blazestar finds him sitting pathetically in a pile of blood next to one or more of his family members corpsces. takes him home adopts him without question and apprentices him to gravelstep (gravelblade's non evil default form) but then he tries 2 kill missingfur in his sleep and #fails and blazestar is like!!! not my platonic babygirl guy best friend with tax benefits!! and they both decide 2 DIG A HOLE IN THE GROUND LIKE A FOXHOLE and make him live in there 4 being a foxheart (attempted murder). then he just lives there. screaming to be heard. sometimes a cat will stop by to talk with him out of pity or genuine interest. sometime it will be mapleclaw as she's also in charge of bringing him food. also gravelstep is bummed abt being out of an apprentice bht blazestar is like "Don't worry... youre still my fav deputy :)" and gravelstep says " i am your only deputy stop acting like its a superlative"

foxflower used to be a friend of pigeonfoot's who had like a big crush on him and was contantly teasing him, flirting with him and every1 thought they were going to become mates but pigeonfoot just wasnt into her like that. this was solidified when he became a medicine cat and foxflower was like. oh fuck now i REALLY cant have him. so instead she dedicated her life to evil. she still harasses pigeonfoot while hes working and in defense mode mapleclaw killed her early on. they forgot 2 bury her and she stood up and started talking and walking around again 24 hrs later. this was how they discovered every1 in garry'sclan or venturianclan or whatever im calling it has infinity lives..

because they exist purely 2 entertain starclan and nothing they do or that happens 2 them matterz. blazestar actually found this out while she was becoming leader but 4got 2 tell everyone ^_^;

gee whiz i did not realize how much text i would need to type out the lore i had in my head 4 these guys OOPS. guess i really am that deranged. i hope theres like a read more thing on this post when i put it up so this isnt like hell to scroll past everytime uhh goodnight!

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

The Dragonborn | M!Reader x Geralt of Rivia | Part II

Note: I split the oneshot because damn 12k does nobody want to read in one go xD

Fandoms: The Witcher (TV Series), The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

Warnings: Non-Canon Story, Swearing, Gore, Slight OOC

Summary: Geralt and Jaskier meet a stranger in the woods while on the hunt for a special monster. They decide to team up but neither does Geralt realize that his prey is close to him nor does the stranger notice he's the one being hunted...

Word Count: 6938

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Please note that The Witcher is supposed to be around the Middle-Age. Homophobia existed. 

Part I

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A few hours later, after they had eaten the rabbit, they began to look for tracks of the monster. There were a lot of them. For example, the scorched moss where Geralt almost turned into roasted meat, the dark footprints in the dirt, and the fallen trees. 

The witcher was impressed by how good the warrior from Keizaal could search for tracks. 

“You see that, Jaskier? The way the claws dig in the ground? It means the claws of the dovah are really big. That’s pretty unusual for female dragons, so it’s obvious we’re dealing with a male. But we uh... know that because Odahviing is male.”

While Jaskier and Y/N genuinely searched for any signs he just stared at the foreigner. He somehow felt like he had found a kindred spirit in the man standing in front with his back facing him. 

A weird association, but there were only a few things that could really impress Geralt. 

Magic, Fighting Skills, and usually breasts. 

Which made him sound like a skirt chaser, but that wasn't it. It just meant what it meant. Dicks definitely didn't attract hi-

"What the hell?"

He lifted his eyes from the lower body of Y/N, and his breath hitched when those e/c eyes pierced his. Did he see...?

"The footprints are gone!"

Oh. That.

"That does make sense... Or not? It's a dragon, after all? They can fly. Or not? Can they?"

 Jaskier stepped in front of him and obstructed his view on the other. Geralt turned and touched his face. His cheeks were burning. What's gotten into him? He remembered something Yennefer had told him once as a half-joke. 

I sometimes think that if I haven't met you, you would have chosen someone who fights like you, thinks like you, who lives like you. And from what I believe that someone would have been a man. Because it needs a brute to move a brute's heart. 

While his head was filled with thousand thoughts, Y/N and the bard inspected the tracks closer.

"It can't be that he took off. Do you see how the footprints are as deep as the others? If he wanted to fly away, they would be deeper because he had needed to shift his weight."

"Is that something you learned while hunting for the other dragons with the Dragonborn?"

The man from Keizaal nodded. Some locks fell into his face, and his expression was thoughtful while he searched for a plausible explanation. Geralt could see every feature of his sharp e/c eyes. 

They were different from Yennefer's violet ones, their spark was different, but for other people, they must be as enthralling as the eyes of the sorceress to him. That's at least what he believed. They had a particular pull. He didn't feel it, but it was there. Puzzling, but powerful. 

A cough pulled him away from Y/N's eyes, and Jaskier stared at him with a grin. 

"What?" he asked, his voice almost defensive.

"Nothing," responded his friend with a knowing undertone. What the hell was going on?

"Well, I can't think of anything that happened. Witcher, what about you?" 

The mesmerizing eyes turned to him, and he blinked. What was the question?

Thankfully, I always have a good answer ready. 

"Hmm." 

He shifted and knelt to see the footprints up close. They had a certain distance to each other as if the dragon was walking slowly. Y/N was right; he couldn't have flown away, the marks were too shallow. Either he disappeared into thin air, or the monster had an amazing control when it came to his weight.

 "Strange..." was all he said.

He focused on the sounds around them, but there was nothing extraordinary. Just the whistle of the wind, a few birds singing, and the steady heartbeats of the other two men. It was a dead end. 

"Fuck."

He looked up, surprised that he and the warrior of Keizaal said the same thing at the same time. Y/N shot him a grin, and Geralt snorted. 

"Maybe we should try to set up a trap"

He turned and watched Jaskier's expression. It was a good idea, and they didn't have any other options, besides he wasn't really in the mood to search the whole forest for the dragon. The h/c haired man agreed and pulled a bow out of his satchel. The bard's eyes once again widened.

"I want a bag like this too."

"If you don't want to carry your things anymore, you can give them to me. I'll store them."

Jaskier smiled brightly, and Y/N returned it. Something flared up in Geralt's chest, but he ignored it. Damn bruises make my chest hurt. 

The bard gave the foreigner their things, and he put them in his satchel. 

"Let's think about the trap," the warrior tested the string of his bow and then focused his eyes on Geralt and Jaskier. 

"Dragons are usually very picky about their food, but I belie- know that Odahviing is fine with deer meat. We should hunt some." 

.

And they did. With the help of Geralt's tracking skills and crossbow and the Y/N's bow, they easily got two does. Although it took a while to find them since most animals steered free of the area where the dragon rampaged. 

Geralt and Jaskier only watched, while Y/N slashed the throats of the already dead animals. 

"Dovahs have a keen sense of smell; we have to cover our own scent."

He continued to drench his hands with the blood and even smeared some on his neck and armor. When he couldn't hear the other two approaching, Y/N turned around and tilted his head questioningly. 

"U-Uh, what did you say?" asked the bard and avoided his gaze. 

“What? Did I say something wrong? Can you... Is it a sacrilege to use doe bloo-"

 Geralt interrupted him. 

"We couldn't understand what you said because you spoke in a different language." 

Y/N widened his eyes, and an apologetic look crossed his face. 

"I'm sorry...”

Jaskier’s slightly odd expression concerned him and he examined the witcher. Geralt was more intrigued than scared by the fact the atmosphere in the woods seemed to have changed as soon as the other spoke in his probably native language. 

The fact that Y/N’s voice got a lot deeper while he spoke, caused a shiver to run down his spine. The foreigner apologized again and then added:

“I said the dragon could smell us. We should cover our scent with the blood."

Jaskier didn't seem to like the idea, but the witcher nodded and followed his advice. 

Soon the bard's and his hands were stained with doe blood. Geralt was unaffected by it since he already got used to it by hunting monsters for years, but the other man looked a little pale. 

The warrior watched their actions and then approached the white-haired man. His yellow eyes followed all of his movements. 

"You should also put some on your throat... It’s a place where a lot of sweat gathers." 

As soon as Y/N touched his collarbone and neck, Geralt stiffened. Actually, he froze. Something about another man touching his carotid artery was really intimate. His nose caught the smell of iron, moss, and smoke. 

Someone who lives like you. 

Yennefer's words replayed in his mind, and he couldn't stop himself from unconsciously moving his head closer to the other man. 

The warrior was only a few centimeters smaller than him, his head reached up to his eyebrows. The hands on his throat were rough and slippery, but they touched him with such gentleness, Geralt had to shiver. 

He gulped, and his adam's apple pressed against Y/N's palm. The afternoon sun danced on the other man’s scars, and eyelashes and Geralt wondered if every man had such long ones. He breathed in and closed his eyes. 

Is this the essence of a kindred spirit?

Suddenly Y/N's hands disappeared from his throat, and he could no longer feel the warrior's presence so close to him. 

“Put some on your cheeks too.”

A little disappointed, he opened his eyes and noticed that the other man had already turned and now approached Jaskier just to do the same thing to the bard that he did to him. 

Y/N's bare hands touched his friend's throat, and neck and Geralt suddenly had a very, very dark thought. 

Abruptly he turned around and covered his lower face with his hand. 

Did I... About this man...? 

He could feel how heat crept up his neck, and he questioned the emotionlessness that every witcher was supposed to have. 

What the fuck was he thinking? He has Yennefer! 

Or at least had. Their relationship was somewhat in the stars at the moment. After their rather big fight last time... 

Geralt didn't know why that mattered though.

He buried the fluttery feeling that had sprouted in his chest when the other man had touched him. 

What he didn't realize, Y/N's heartbeat was pounding faster after the physical contact they had just shared.

-

After they had covered their scent with deer blood, they also smeared some dirt on their armor and clothes, much to the dismay of Jaskier. Then they decided to set up their stakeout one hundred meters away from the carcasses. 

It was close enough to quickly attack, but also far away enough for them to be safe in case the dragon wanted to grill them. They sat on the mossy ground and leaned on the trees surrounding them.

"Now, all we have to do is wait."

Patience was something every hunter was supposed to have, and both Geralt and Y/N obviously had it. The bard, on the other hand... 

The witcher's left eyebrow twitched in annoyance. After his friend had whistled, he began to eye the two men. Jaskier's stare felt like a cockroach was crawling over his body. He had a bad premonition about the weird behavior of the brown-haired man. He glared at him, but he just grinned. 

Stop staring! 

Geralt turned his head away and noticed how the warrior from Keizaal seemed to concentrate on something around his neck. He clenched and unclenched his fist with an absent expression. 

He watched for a while and then realized that Y/N was holding a ring that he wore on a necklace. 

A sinking feeling appeared in his gut, and he suddenly felt like a mountain weighed his shoulders down. 

"You have a wife?" 

His mouth was faster than his thoughts. 

The man startled and then shared eye contact with him. 

"Something like that..." 

Geralt frowned a little. What kind of answer was that? He stared at Y/N with a hard look, but the other added nothing else, just sighed and hid the ring under his heavy armor. 

The witcher only grunted and turned to face the direction of their trap. 

Shit, why was he so annoyed? 

The idea of the warrior having a doting wife waiting for him in Keizaal made his heart clench, and his chest felt tight. 

This time he couldn't blame the bruises on his rips. 

He finally acknowledged that the h/c haired man intrigued him and caused some rather odd feelings to rise. 

But this... Why... Why the fuck was he feeling jealous? 

And it wasn't even that the man had a wife, no; he was jealous because some woman had Y/N. 

That dragon must have indeed killed some of his brain cells. 

His yellow eyes traveled back to the other man's figure. His broad shoulders were hidden under his armor, but Geralt had seen them. 

Just after he had woken up, he had seen the man in regular clothes. Although he had worn a shirt, the witcher had been able to see how muscular Y/N was. 

His body seemed to be covered with scars. Tiny cuts on his hands, big slashes on his collarbone, and even some nasty ones close to his throat. Geralt was sure there were many more, but he wasn't able to see them. They were proof of fierce fights and the experiences the man had had to go through. 

Was it weird that they attracted him? 

Like the hands in his dreams that had traveled over his, the Butcher of Blaviken wanted to trace Y/N's scars with his fingers. He wanted to feel how his body had healed him, wanted to know the story of every scratch and bruise, wanted to touch the energetic muscles bursting with strength. 

A flame of desire began to burn in his body, and he lowered his head to hide the dark expression he wore on his face. 

These thoughts needed to stop; they would only become problematic in the future. 

Geralt scratched his neck and then examined the brown-red flakes under his fingernails. 

He felt a stare on his body again, and he sighed. 

God damn Jaskier...

When he lifted his head, he was surprised to see that it wasn't the bard who looked at him but the warrior from Keizaal. Y/N's e/c eyes were unfathomable, but he showed a somber expression. He paused for a second, and the world seemed to turn slower. 

The witcher could see every blemish on the other man's skin, every mole, every freckle. Geralt breathed in slowly, and the warrior's hair swayed in the wind. 

He's so handso... The wind?

Geralt abruptly stood up. 

"The-the wind turned!" he muttered and gulped. His cheeks felt hot, and he bit his lip. Jaskier frowned.

"Doesn't this mean that our smell would be...?" 

Y/N sighed and nodded. 

"Is a lake close by?" 

The bard shook his head. 

"But, we're only a few miles away from the sea."

The witcher watched the other man closely while he questioned the other's exhausted expression. 

"The wind has turned due to the late afternoon. We should move."

Geralt and Jaskier only watched when the other stood up and grabbed his bow. 

"Why not wait until the wind turns again?" asked the bard, and he followed after the h/c haired man. 

"That won't be the case until tomorrow. The sea has saved the warmth from the sun while the land cooled down. We have to wait until the land is warmer again." 

Jaskier eyed Y/N carefully. Geralt could already guess what he was thinking. He understood what the warrior from Keizaal meant. He learned about it when he was training to become a witcher. 

"So, what are we going to do now?"

They both contemplated for a while and then Geralt spoke:

"Maybe we should indeed wait for tomorrow. I think it would be best if you tell us some more things about your dragon before we storm into this unprepared." 

He tried to suppress a triumphant smile when the other two agreed. Of course, he wouldn't admit that he actually just wanted to spend some more time with Y/N. 

He had a thought that they wouldn't meet again after this whole thing was over. 

"Then what do we do about the deer corpses?" asked Jaskier, and it was a reasonable question. If they left them, they could attract other animals... 

Both the witcher and the warrior looked at each other and then huffed. The bard just stared between them, and his face gradually darkened.

"You're not... thinking about eating them are-are you?"

-

Two hours later, they had put up a camp close to a clear pond and already roasted some rabbit meat. 

They had buried the does, and although the physical labor was annoying, Jaskier was relieved that the two brutes didn't decide to eat them. The dead animals had been lying in the sun for a long time after all. 

Y/N was peeling his armor off and thinking about the situation he was in right now. 

The fact that they were on the hunt for a dragon excited him. Not the actual part of the chase but the fact that he would meet another specimen of his current best friends. 

After he had killed Alduin, he had lost himself in a killing spree. Paarthurnax had warned him to get a hold of himself, but he wasn’t able to. His dragon soul caused him to lose all rational thoughts.

When he finally realized that he could learn so much more about Akatosh and the dovahs, he had already committed mass slaughter, and Odahviing and the wise dragon from The Throat of the World were the last ones of their species. 

Or that's at least what the three of them had thought. But they were wrong, and now he had the chance to meet another dragon! And probably also the chance to go home. If he wanted to.

But first, they had to get a hold of him. 

"Jaskier?"

He faced the bard who currently played on his lute while also watching the fire. He hummed in response and looked up.

"We should wash off the blood in the pond. Do you want to go first?"

The man seemingly wanted to say yes but then shook his head and responded with a slight grin:

"No, you can go first. I'll watch the rabbit."

Y/N furrowed his brows but then smiled and thanked him. He left the pile of his armor and Jaskier behind and wandered to the pond, which was located behind some trees and big boulders. 

The view from the camp was obscured, which meant he had some privacy. Not that he cared much, but he would rather not show his back to the two other men. Since it showed one more change he had gone through in the last year.

Although Geralt wasn't currently in the camp anyway, he left to get some more branches for the fire.

The man carefully opened his shirt and took it off. His boots, pants, and underwear soon followed suit, and he stepped to the shore where some reed grew. 

The water was cold when he stepped in, but he endured it. His muscles just tensed a little. 

Y/N walked in further until the water reached his abdomen. He wasn’t even halfway in the pond, it was fairly big. 

He sucked in some air when he lowered himself into the water until it reached his chin. He had to rub his skin a little, but then the water around him turned slightly red. 

The man watched how the deer blood twirled, and he stared at his reflection. The red blood on his cheeks conjured a cursed memory in his head, and he heaved. 

Hii los dur, Dovahkiin. Hi aal krii zu'u nu nuz zu'u ahrk pah dii Zeymah fen koraav hi mah wah hin daan. You are cursed, Dragonborn. You may kill me now, but all my brethren and I will see how you fall to your doom. 

The ominous words of the last dovah he had killed echoed in his mind. He hugged himself, and his fingers touched his shoulder blades. 

The skin was still shedding. Y/N sighed. What was going on with his body? The shedding had started a few months ago but he had no idea why. 

And since it only started after he had arrived here he couldn’t ask Odahviing or Paarthurnax.

He breathed out slowly and then dived underwater. 

The coldness cleared his head a little, and he relaxed slightly. His feet left the muddy ground, and for a moment, he floated. 

If I could just stay like this... 

His hand clenched to a fist, and he released some Magicka. The small pressure on his nose disappeared, and he automatically breathed in. 

Air filled his lungs, and the Dragonborn smiled. Peace washed over him, and he spread his arms. 

He slowly floated to the surface, and his face broke through it. Water droplets pearled from his cheeks and eyelashes, and he stared into the sky. The tree crowns whistled, and he watched how some clouds traveled across the darkening sky. The sun was already setting. 

This was the ending of the first day together with the bard and the witcher. Geralt's face came to his mind, and he bit his lip. 

The white-haired man reminded him of Farkas, but he was also completely different. His attitude for example. Farkas was openly benevolent and also voiced his concerns. The witcher seemed to be reluctant. Although Y/N was able to feel that he cared deeply for his friend. 

They shared the same keen instincts, but Geralt's came from the harsh trials witchers had to go through while his love had them because he had been a werewolf. 

I can't believe that you chose Farkas over Vilkas. Do you like strength more than brains? 

Aela's voice sounded in his head, and Y/N huffed. 

The huntress had probably been right. He was attracted to the Butcher of Blaviken. These yellow eyes... They had something animalistic and penetrating that stirred an urge deep inside of him. 

He sighed and put his hands on his face. Then he scrubbed and splashed his face with water. 

Suddenly, he caught sight of a person standing behind a tree at the other side of the pond after he had wiped droplets from his eyes and opened them again.

Y/N breath stopped, and a wail got caught in his throat. He abruptly stood up again, although it felt like he had still no ground under his feet. What...? 

Light blue eyes framed by black war paint stared at him with a resentful look.

"Fa-Far..." 

His voice failed, but he agitatedly began to move across the pond, trying to reach his lost lover and husband.

Breath erratic and tears were pricking in the corners of his eyes, but at that moment, he only felt happiness and relief. Farkas was alive!

"D-Dii Shul!" My Sunshine!

The ground suddenly declined, he lost his footing and dived involuntarily underwater. 

Nevertheless, he was still able to hear the words that had left the lips he had kissed so often. 

"So, you've abandoned me."

An ice-cold feeling washed over him, and his heart broke.

No, that's not true! I would never! You were gone! You left me! You died!

A disturbing scream erupted from his throat, and the skin around his mouth tore. The scream turned into a roar, and he clawed at his face. The e/c eyes shook, and the black pupils turned to slits. 

Shreds of flesh got caught by growing claws, and gigantic fangs emerged from the man's jaws. 

H/C hair parted, shrunk, and gave way for two enormous horns. His whole body shook, and his limbs twisted and cracked. His spine grew longer, broke through his lower back, and two bony wings arose from his back. 

The murky water of the pond turned red and swirled around the tremoring creature who rapidly grew until it was able to stand on the pond bed. Flesh turned hard and into black scales. New tissue engulfed its wings and tail and also got covered by rockhard scales.

Burning heat crawled up its throat, and furious flames burst from its maw. It broke through the pond's surface, and the splashed water evaporated immediately. 

The dragon spread its wings, and they created waterfalls when they left the water. The wingspan was as big as half of the pond, and when it pulled them closer to its body ready for takeoff, the leaves and needles of the surrounding trees shook. 

A thunderous boom announced the beast's presence, and it tensed its huge muscles. 

When it thrust off the pond bed, the water turned into waves and flooded over the shore and soaked shoes and clothes. Branches broke like grass when the dragon's wings grazed them, and trees lost all their leaves from the harsh wind which got created.

A scent caught the dragon’s attention and it whipped its head around. A triumphant roar shook the earth when it dashed towards the direction the smell came from.

The beast ignored the scared brown-haired human that stared at it from a small campsite.

-

Geralt was grabbing some more branches when he saw some Celandine, and he swiftly decided to take them with him. They were always helpful, after all. 

Putting the branches on the ground, he knelt and carefully tore the flowers and the not yet bloomed buds from their stems. 

While he stored them, his thoughts trailed off to the mysterious man who accompanied him and Jaskier.

Y/N had sparked something inside of him, and now he was questioning his heart, which confused him even more since the person he found interesting was a man. 

On the other hand, he couldn't quite tell if the feeling in his chest was something along the lines of romantic attraction or just common interest. 

Deep down in Geralt's heart, he knew that him eyeing the other man's ass was definitely not something one would call a platonic interest, but he just couldn't admit that he, who never thought about other men like that, suddenly liked one. 

He didn't feel disgusted, but the thought alarmed him.

He had seen a lot of things during his time as a witcher, and relationships between two men were never something that ended well. Various churches took care of that. 

An image in his head made his fists clench unconsciously.

And there was still Yennefer. They never openly ended their relationship so... Was he still involved with her? He couldn't tell. 

The Butcher of Blaviken sighed and then noticed a pebble in the moss. It had white streaks over its grey shape, and they reminded him of the scars in the foreigner's face. 

Was he seriously associating weird things to Y/N now?

Maybe the other cursed him. 

While he pondered some more about the other man, it took a while for him to notice that the forest had turned unnaturally silent. 

Birds stopped singing as if they held their breaths in fear, and suddenly a roar disrupted the silence. It came from far away, but Geralt was able to hear it loud and clear because of his mutated hearing.

He abruptly stood up and turned towards the direction. It came from the camp, and Geralt's heart sank. 

Please no.

He disregarded the branches he had meticulously collected and started to rush back the way he came from. Thankfully he had taken his swords with him, and he unsheathed the silver one. 

The image of the bard and the foreigner being killed carried his feet forward and pushed him to almost inhumane speed.

He wasn't even halfway back when a shadow cast on the moss stopped him in his tracks. A gigantic black dragon soared through the sky, and his wings caused the surrounding trees to shake. Geralt could feel the wind pressure, and the aura that the beast released caused a shiver to run down his spine.

The witcher grinned darkly. That bastard had an impressive bloodthirst. Geralt's hunter instincts wanted to fight that monster, but his heart worried for his best friend and his potential love interest.

He cursed himself for not taking his small bag with the various vials with potions and bombs, but he had no time to get annoyed because the dragon suddenly dived down, and he had to roll out of the way or else he would have been crushed. 

When he stood up again and turned, he came face to face with the beast's massive head, and his heart skipped a beat. 

Y/N fought against such big monsters? Repeatedly?

His respect for the other man increased significantly. 

Geralt couldn't avoid his legs to tense, but the dragon didn't attack. Instead, its e/c eyes examined him, and the witcher wondered if the monster's pupils acted like a human's because they widened considerably. 

This is a dovah... 

The beast was at least as big as a typical villager house, and Geralt was sure that the spikes on its body would cause massive damage to any attacker. The black scales seemed impenetrable, and the monster slayer seriously questioned his chances of survival. 

He had already felt it before when he had run from the dragon. It wasn't an enemy who he could overpower. If he had to fight, it would be either an overpriced victory or death. But escaping wasn't an option anymore, the dragon's tail had trapped him before the beast.

His grip around his sword tightened, and he was ready to use Quen on himself when the beast shifted and held its head up high. A growl escaped from its throat, and Geralt tensed even more. Unexpectedly, the dragon spoke:

"Dii rii lovaas fah hi. Wo los hi? Hi los ni rok."

The witcher obviously didn't understand, but the voice of the dragon shook him to the core. It was as if someone was screaming in his ear, and he had to press his hands on them. For that, he carelessly let go of his sword, but he felt like his eardrums would explode at any time. 

His chest tingled, and the echo of the dragon's word resounded through his whole body. Geralt's legs gave out, and he fell to his knees. 

The beast lowered its head until its throat almost touched the ground, and then it snorted. 

Hot air blew his hair back, and the Butcher of Blaviken came to his senses again. He needed to get his sword back! Right when he stretched out his hand to take his silver sword, the dragon crept forward until its snout was dangerously close. 

Geralt froze. If the monster decided to eat him now, he would have no time to react. This was the end. 

The realization hit him, and regret washed over him like a seastorm. There were many things in his life that he hadn't resolved yet—many things he wanted to achieve and also many things he wanted to try.

E/c eyes showed up in his mind, and his heart burned. If the dragon ate him now, would they meet in death? 

His eyes flickered to the dragon, and that's when he realized something. 

Although he had no time to elaborate the thought because the dragon moved its head forward until there was merely the distance of a hand between him and the beast. 

He breathed out slowly, and his witcher heart beat faster. He wanted to face his enemy to the last second, but after so many fights, he thought that closing his eyes and embracing death that way seemed more peaceful and freeing. So he closed them and took one last breath. 

I'm sorry, Ciri.

Seconds passed, where he only heard his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Until wind brushed his hair in his face, and he heard a sniff. A rumble shook the earth, and he slowly opened his eyes again. 

The dragon breathed in and sniffed, its eyes closed, and Geralt couldn't believe it when the beast closed the distance, and the scaly snout touched his chest. Black shiny scales only a few centimeters from his face. 

He searched the dragon's eyes, but they were closed. The rumble sounded again, and if he didn't know any better, the witcher would have guessed that the monster was humming.

When it opened its eyes again, and yellow and e/c met, Geralt had an unbelievable thought, and he whispered:

"Y-Y/N?"

The look in the dragon's eyes changed, and it pulled its head back abruptly. 

A growl erupted from the beast's throat, and it only took a matter of seconds for it to tense its muscles and take off the ground. 

Geralt was left in a daze, panic, and realization the only thing he believed to have seen in the dragon's expression. 

Leaves fluttered to the ground, and the deep claw marks in the dirt before him were the only proof for the monster's presence. 

What... What just happened?

The dragon had touched him. He slowly lifted his hand and put it on his chest. It's warm. The dovah had an unexpectedly high body temperature. 

Why did it...? Y/N... Was it really him? H-How...

He remembered something the foreigner had told them. 

His dragon soul was too much for his human body, and he slowly turned into a dovah.

"The dovahkiin..."

Geralt lifted himself off the ground and took off running to the direction the dragon left for.

-

The dragon didn't make it far. 

Geralt saw him soaring through the sky and circling above a clearing in the forest. The witcher could see a small hut standing at the clearing border, and he remembered another thing that Y/N had told him and Jaskier. 

I've been staying here in the forest for a few weeks in a hut half a mile from here.

Geralt slowly realized that his intuition was probably correct.

When he arrived at the clearing, the black dragon had already landed. 

Although it was more like a crash. Long furrows plowed the forest ground. But the Butcher of Blaviken couldn't see the dragon lying there because a strange fog obstructed his view. He was hesitant about approaching the steam, but he really wanted to know if his theory was correct. A voice interrupted his twisting thoughts:

"Bormah, Bormah... Aak dovah!"

It was deep and raspy, and he didn't understand what it said, but Geralt could recognize it instantly. It was him.

Y/N was the dragon.

-

His whole body hurt. 

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" 

Blue eyes watched him with a worried expression. He didn't reply. What was there to say? The dovah needed to die. He was the only one capable of killing them. 

Why couldn't he understand? 

"Think about it, Y/N. You're one of them, so you shouldn-"

"Don't you dare compare me to them! I AM THE DRAGONBORN! Dii Zahkrii kriin Dovah ni aak niin!" 

He knew he went too far as soon as he saw the other's expression. 

Farkas stared at him with slightly widened eyes. 

"Control yourself, Dovahkiin. Or else disaster will fall upon you and the ones you love." 

Arngeir stepped forward and put a shoulder on his lover's shoulder. He could feel how his pupils flickered. Anger welled in his stomach. 

"Don't touch him..." 

His voice was low and threatening. Farkas scoffed, but his face only showed hurt. 

"Don't worry about me, Dragonborn." 

The distance in his words was like a thorn in his heart. The idea that Farkas couldn't understand his thoughts tore his heart in two. Y/N only watched when his significant other walked out of the room, Arngeir following him. 

"Wa-Wait, Farkas, no!"

He reached out his hand to stop him, but the other man was already so far away. 

"Akatosh, Akatosh, help me!"

Tears welled up in his eyes, and a wail escaped his lips. 

Arngeir was right. Disaster fell upon him. 

The skin shedding on his back, his pupils turning to slits, the increased usage of Dovahzul, all were signs for his slow transformation. 

He couldn't believe that the stories Odahviing had told him jokingly were real. His dragon soul was changing his body and personality. 

And now it had happened. He turned into a dragon. 

How many times had he already done that? The witcher mentioned that the monster they were hunting tormented the villagers. 

What had he done?!

The pain he felt after transforming was nothing compared to the pain in his heart. Y/N became the monster he had thought he was slaying when he had eradicated all the dragons from Skyrim.

The scars he had received from all the dovah burned, and shame clung to his heart. 

Why didn't he listen to Arngeir? 

The greybeard was wise and only wanted his best after the dragonborn distanced himself from the Blades. His loved one died because he didn't listen! 

And now he... He turned into an inhumane beast. 

Suddenly he remembered the bard. Did he attack him?! A sinking feeling struck his gut. 

Please, no, no, NO!

What about Geralt? 

Oh Talos... I have to return to the camp!

He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy. He groaned. 

What if the two others were bleeding out while he laid here? If the witcher died... Y/N was sure he could never forgive himself. 

Farkas's death was something that he could slowly overcome, although it took him years, and he still hadn't let him go but... If the witcher's death joined, he was sure his shoulders would give in under all the regret.

Just imagining how these beautiful yellow eyes lost their light, he couldn't take it.

He didn't realize it immediately, but his heart was already in the hands of Geralt. He had already lost. 

Y/N finally regained some strength, and he used it to open his eyes. His vision was blurry, but he could see that the sky had already turned dark blue. 

He knew what lurked in the forest at night. 

The thought reminded him again of the witcher. What an irony that it took the white-haired man less than a day to sweep him off his feet. It was the complete opposite with Farkas. Maybe they weren't that similar at all.

He turned on his side and soon realized that his back felt different. The cold wind gave his arms goosebumps, but his back felt perfectly warm. He lifted his arm and cricked it to reach his shoulderblade. When his fingers grazed his back, he sucked in some air. 

That definitely wasn't flesh. That smooth texture... Y/N would recognize it everywhere. He had felt it so many times after all. 

His back was full of scales.

Panic and adrenaline gave him strength, and he sat up, ignoring the pain that bolted through his torso. Only now did he realize that he was completely naked. 

That shocked him less than the fact that only a few meters away stood the Butcher of Blaviken with wide eyes, his sword in his hand ready to attack. 

"Y-You..." Geralt didn’t continue. 

Y/N opened his mouth but didn't say anything as soon as he saw how the other man flinched.

His heart pounded loud in his ears, and he felt light-headed. He breathed in, it sounded strained.

A smile crept on his lips, and he grinned exhausted.

"Thank Talos, you're alive..."

.

The witcher didn't know what to respond. 

He was frozen although he couldn't tell if it was because the person before him was a fire-spitting dragon or because the man was butt naked. Something that usually wouldn't impress him but after realizing that Y/N attracted him... He was conflicted. 

"You... you turned into a dragon," he finally said with a neutral tone. 

The man sitting in the crater nodded slowly. He looked as lost as Geralt felt. 

Did he not know?

"Are you... Are you the dovahkiin?"

Y/N nodded again, and he lowered his head. 

The witcher could see the shame on his face. After receiving this information, he didn't know what to do with it. It should probably agitate him, all the villagers that had their cattle stolen and all the lost prey on hunts, but Geralt felt nothing. The shock was perhaps too deep. 

One is a sorceress, one a dragon. It seems like I fall in love with extraordinary people. Wait...

His eyes found the e/c ones. Did he really...? Y/n watched him with a conflicted expression. 

"Do you want to kill me?"

The question surprised him; he hadn't thought about it. But he opposed it. 

"Should I?" 

His voice had a challenging undertone, but it sounded light, and his heart fluttered a little when the other man smiled weakly. 

Geralt lowered his sword. Y/N didn't feel like a threat; in fact, he looked defeated. 

The h/c haired man leaned back and exposed his torso. The witcher was right. Even his chest was full of scars, and most of them looked like claw marks.  

A strong warrior. 

"I caused you a lot of trouble. If I have to pay for it, I'll gladly do it with my life. It's not worth much anymore." 

These words caused him to frown. The man sounded like he had already given up. Where was his will to fight? 

The imposing aura Geralt had felt when he stood tall as a dragon was gone without a trace. This man was broken. He couldn't imagine what Y/N had gone through, but he wouldn't let a warrior like him die a fool's death.

"It's true. You caused me a lot of trouble..."

The Dragonborn watched him with an apologetic expression. Geralt eyed him from head to toe, his stare burning.

"But instead of paying with your life, why not pay me with something else?" 

Y/N blinked and stared blankly, then he blushed furiously. The witcher’s heart skipped a beat. 

Did Y/N also...?

It excited Geralt that he apparently knew what he was hinting at and reacted this strongly. It meant he had a chance. Then he remembered the ring. Geralt examined the naked man and realized the necklace was gone.

"Your ring..."

Y/N touched his throat. Nothing was there. Geralt expected his face to turn panicked, but only a melancholic expression showed up. 

"It's fine. It's time to move on."

The witcher didn't pry further, but he knew he didn't have to. The smile on Y/N's lips said enough.

"So, how am I supposed to repay you?" 

The man lifted an eyebrow and grinned. He gulped, he didn't expect the man to be this willing. Suddenly he felt bad about his desires. 

"Toss me a coin."

The warrior from Keizaal tilted his head and puckered his lips. Then he smiled, and his e/c eyes turned into crescents. They looked happy. But most importantly, human.

Warmth spread in his chest. 

He had a thought that his future would be a lot more interesting with the dovahkiin by his side and Jaskier.

Wait...

Both of them opened their mouth and shouted: 

“Jaskier!”

_______

Endnote: Congrats! You made it! Like I said at the beginning, this fic is based on a headcanon of mine. Where the dragonborn slowly turns into a dragon because of his dragon soul. The dovahkiin is able to live a lot longer than any other human due to his dragon nature and it’s taking a toll on him. The scales are something I had imagined from the start. This is a drawing of my dragonborn which I used as inspiration for this fic:

I wanted the story to end in a rather light tone which some might not find appropriate but I honestly got a little exhausted. I wrote this as a oneshot of 12k words, which was definitely too much xD Writing so much is new to me. But I’m proud that I made it this far :)

I wanted Yennefer to play a part here but more like the one of a former lover. She was also a tool to give Geralt a reason why he likes Y/N since he’s officially straight in canon.

I already decided to create a fic where Geralt gets taken to Skyrim but I haven’t decided if it’s going to be a sequel to this yet. We’ll see I guess.

Some sentences that were spoken in Dovahzul were purposely not translated because it was either from Geralt’s sight or it was to show that the dragonborn was slowly changing. But they meant the following:

Dii rii lovaas fah hi. Wo los hi? Hi los ni rok = My soul sings for you. Who are you? You are not him (as in Farkas).

Dii Zahkrii kriin Dovah ni aak niin = My Sword slays dragons not help them

Thank you for reading and being patient with me :D 

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Quarantine Reading Material

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Fandoms I have written for (on AO3):

One Piece (49)

The Legend of Ze lda (40)

Módào Zǔshī - M��xiāng Tóngxiù (3)

Dragon Ball (2)

Ships you can find in my fanfictions:

Lawlu

Sh ink

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Gro oseLi nk

WangXian

Zolu

Truhan

Saboala

Si dl ink

Most popular fics are:

Boyhood Blues (M/M, Lawlu) - Universe Alteration, angst, Rated T [Chapters: 20/20. Part 1/? Series]

While the chaos ensued, Law sat and observed calmly, deciding on his next course of action. Should he talk to this crazy pirate, or ignore him? Eventually Law decided: why the hell not?

“Oh, the Marines are already here Mugiwara-ya.” He started before explaining just what those so called ‘warriors of justice’ were doing outside of the auction house.

He didn’t get too far however, because something sparked in Luffy’s eyes and he bounced a bit in his spot. “T-T-Torao?!”

…Tiger-man? What the hell was he talking about? Law stared at Luffy to verify that, yes, he was referring to him. (And just why he knew Luffy was referring to him, he had no clue why.)

“It’s Trafalgar Law, not Torao.” He grumbled.

Some sort of excited noise left the bubbly captain. “I know! I know! Oh my god it’s been so long!”

Dots (M/M Lawlu) - Soulmate AU, Rated T [One-shot]

"Then where the hell did it come from? Marks don't just magically appear like that so perfectly round and equal distance from one another."

He heard some whispering before a few people snickered. What the fuck were they coming up with now?

"Guys, what if- what if our captain met somebody who was so speechless they couldn't even think around our captain!"

"No way! You mean?" And there was more laughter.

"Oh look it, Mr. Hotshot, rendering a poor girl out of her mind!"

...Wait were they implying.... Law looked at the mark incredulously.

There was no fucking way he met his soul mate. And who the hell heard of dots being the thought somebody had?

Quarantine (M/M WangXian) - Fix-it Fic, Heavy Angst, Rated M [Chapters: 16/?]

“--Somebody is here.” Wen Ning said abruptly and met his gaze.

Wen Qing - the only one present who was not attuned to the borders of the Burial Mounds - looked at both of the curiously. “I-who would…?”

None of them could even hazard a guess as to who their mysterious visitor was. Were they friend… or foe?

...If Wei WuXian was honest, he knew it was probably the latter. He had almost killed his shijie’s husband for fuck’s sakes! Who would willingly be an ally of the evil Yiling Patriarch?

Thus, Wei WuXian moved to stand up, only to be stopped, once more, by Wen Qing.

“Oh no you don’t!” She applied more pressure to his right shoulder again. “You are not getting up anytime soon Wei Ying! Don’t make me use my needles.” And, true to her words, she held them between the fingers of her free hand, waving it about threateningly.

“--But!” Wei WuXian protested, “I can’t just-”

“I’ll go.” Wen Ning’s voice cut into their argument and before Wei WuXian could protest further, he vanished to do just that.

Wei WuXian could only groan at the siblings’ joint efforts and let his head hit the pillow - even if a bit more forceful than necessary. This earned him a silent glare from Wen Qing which he returned. The glaring contest did not last long, however, for Wen Ning returned just as quickly as he had vanished.

"It is HanGuang-Jun."

Guardian (M/M Lawlu) - Canon-verse, Mentions of angst, Rated T [Chapters: 14/? Chapters - follows canon, will update after Wano. Part 1/2 Series]

He didn’t trust him. He didn’t trust his smirks or his cryptic, half answers. Sure, the guy saved their captain’s life, but the man was a pirate, and Luffy was gullible, and they weren’t most pirates.

Zoro knew most pirates, and most pirates stole, and used, and killed. Most pirates weren’t to be trusted. Law was hiding something. Law had ulterior motives despite what he said, Because most pirates wouldn’t let a debt like that remain unpaid.

It was only worse that Luffy believed the guy.

And nobody was going to hurt his crew – especially his captain.

An Interesting Proposal (M/M Lawlu) - Canon-verse, Rated T [One-shot]

If anybody told Smoker that he would have a casual conversation with his boss at a pirate's wedding, he would have thought them beyond insane.

Mornings Suck (M/M Si dl ink) - Canon-verse, Smut, Rated Explicit [One-shot]

Link was perhaps one of the hardest people to rouse in the morning.

Persistence (M/M Ghi rali nk) - Canon-verse, Smut, (Numerous warnings), Rated Explicit [Chapters: 7/?]

Of course, I knew that his sword would not allow Link to mention anything that would reveal her whereabouts, even if she had not informed him of my presence yet (which, seemed unlikely) but that was not the reason I lingered.

No.

It was the fact that her name fell off his lips in such a fond manner.

Was this it? Was this my answer to all of my curiosities? Of an inclination towards her?

(And yet, despite the fact that I could use such a fact to my advantage, somehow the revelation - the thought - just did not sit well with me.)

I turned back around, wanting to find out more.

If you ever only read one story of mine, let it be this one:

Oh dear. Well, it does depend why you’re coming here. For wangxian I guess, go read “maybe we should” Full of humour and I had way too much fun writing it. For lawlu, if you want humour uh... “an interesting proposal” or “dots” are full of it.

The best story I ever wrote, in my opinion:

I’m going to be selfish and say my Chained Shadows Series. Part 1 was for Nanowrimo... oh goodness 6 years ago. (It’s L o Z) Man, I really should update that again haha.

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Peter’s Emergency Contact

Part 3

A/N: I got so many requests to continue this... So I did. And I think I’m going to keep continuing it with each chapter being something different relating to the first chapter. Thank you for all the love on this story.

Also, two things: 1) This one is very spideychelle centered and 2) I realized too late that I switched tenses from present in the last two chapters to past in this one... Sorry  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Warnings: cursing (obviously, everything I write have fucking bad words apparently)

Word Count: 1449

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3

Happy reading!

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Tony had tried to prepare Peter for what was to come after the interview.

“People will treat you differently. There will be people who try to be your friend, and people who will try to hurt you because they’re jealous.”

Peter nodded, his knee bouncing from nerves.

“If it becomes too much, do not hesitate to call me and I will come get you. Ned has my number too.”

“Since when?”

“Since this morning. May said it would be a good idea since you like to torture yourself and keep things to yourself.”

Peter rolled his eyes.

“Promise me, Peter. You’ll call if anything happens or it becomes too much.”

Peter huffed, “I promise.”

So here Peter was, walking into Midtown High, trying desperately to ignore the stares everyone was giving him.

He successfully got to his locker where Ned and MJ were waiting for him, MJ spotting him first.

“Hey, loser.” She called.

Peter smiled, “Hey guys.”

“Hey! You doing okay?” Ned asked.

“I’m not really liking all the attention, but I knew what I was getting into.”

“We’re here for you if you need anything.” MJ said, her voice softer than usual.

Peter looked at her and smiled, “Thank you.”

The bell rang, and Peter hurried to put his books in his locker.

He and MJ walked to physics, Ned veering off to Calculus.

Peter got through half the day without incident, the only thing really happening being the teachers acting weird around him.

Then lunch came.

The trio was sitting at their usual spot, Ned and Peter animatedly arguing over whether the newer or older Star Wars movies were better while MJ quietly read her book, pretending not to listen.

Suddenly, a girl Peter had never spoken to before sat down next to him.

He had seen her around, she was pretty popular and really pretty, and a grade ahead of him.

“Hey, Peter.” She greeted him, leaning on the table and placing her hand on his.

“Uh, um, hi?”

MJ looked up from her book and tensed, her heart in her throat.

The girl shot a look at MJ, then moved back to Peter.

“So, I’ve thought you were cute for a while, and my friends made me come over here to ask you. But do you think you’d wanna go out sometime?” She asked, her voice at an annoyingly high pitch, making MJ grasp her book harder.

Peter quirked an eyebrow, pulling his hand away from the girl’s.

“I, um, thank you. But I kind of, uh, like someone else.”

The girl’s face turned to that of annoyance, “Who? That loser?” She jerked her head towards MJ.

Peter got mad then. Who did this girl think she was?

He straightened his posture, “I think you should go.”

She let out a nervous laugh, “Come on, now, Pete-“

“He said, leave.” MJ told her, seeing red. She knew exactly what this chick was doing.

The girl flipped her hair and stood.

“Fine, whatever. Your loss, Parker.” She walked off.

Peter turned to see MJ looking at him with wide eyes and Ned smirking.

But before any of them could speak, the bell rang to leave.

MJ quickly grabbed her things and left, not waiting up for the other two.

That’s how the rest of the day went. MJ ignored Peter, and subsequently Ned.

At the end of the day, Peter waited at the doors of the school for MJ where he knew she would walk out.

“Parker,” a voice came from behind him, startling him.

He turned to see Flash.

“Uh, hey, Flash.” Peter said, keeping his eyes on the hallway.

“I, um, just wanted to apologize. For not believing you when you said you knew Tony Stark.”

Peter almost gave himself whiplash turning to Flash, “What?”

“I’m sorry. For not believing you. And for being a dick about it.”

Peter was about to answer with a snide comment, but then saw a head of familiar brown curls out of the corner of his eye and just went with, “Yeah okay. Whatever, thanks dude.” And speed walked over to MJ, grabbing her arm and pulling her into a closet.

“Hey!” MJ shouted, trying to pull away, but Peter was using his super strength.

When he closed the door she tried again.

“Peter, what are you doing?” She demanded.

He turned on the light and turned to her.

“What’s going on? Why are you ignoring me?”

MJ looked at Peter, trying to keep her facade up.

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Peter, I-“

“You’re using my real name. I know something’s wrong.”

MJ thinned her lips into a line and looked at the floor. Damn. She didn’t realize that. Did she always do that when she was mad?

Looking up at Peter, her eyes met his, and suddenly her filter came off.

“The girl at lunch,”

“Is this about her calling you a loser? Because if it is-“

“No, Peter. I don’t give a shit what someone else calls me.”

“Then what-“

“I’m mad because… Because…”

She took a deep breath and reached out, grabbing his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

It lasted only a second, and she quickly let go.

Peter stood stunned.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

He intertwined his fingers with hers, and pulled her back into him, kissing her again.

He broke it off again after a few seconds, but never let go of her hands.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Peter whispered.

MJ smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

“I think I do.”

They stood there quiet for a moment before she spoke again, “I’m mad because I’m being selfish. I tried to stop but the thought of you with her, or anyone else, I can’t-“

“Hey, it’s okay,” Peter said softly, “If it makes you feel any better, I've felt the same way for months.”

MJ closed her eyes and sighed.

“Plus, I’m glad it’s you. Ya know, this way I know you don’t like me because I’m ‘Tony Stark’s son’. Since you hate him and all.”

MJ giggled, making Peter’s smile grow bigger.

Just then the door to the closet flung open, revealing Tony and Ned, startling the teenagers.

“Well well, look what we have here.” Tony looked at the two with a knowing smirk.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Peter’s voice broke.

“Bullshit.” Ned replied, grinning like a maniac.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Come on, I have to get you and your girlfriend out of here and past the paparazzi.

Peter almost argued that she wasn’t his girlfriend on instinct, but then shut his mouth.

The three followed Tony out of the school, Happy walking up and trailing them, keeping cameras out of their faces.

“Do you need a ride?” Tony asked the other two.

They denied, claiming they could walk home.

“Are you sure?” Peter asked.

MJ rolled her eyes, “Yes, loser, we’re sure.”

Peter smiled and squeezed her hand.

“You’ll probably be in the tabloids tomorrow.” He said apologetically.

She shrugged, “Maybe the other girls will back off then.”

Peter chuckled.

“Okay, children. Enough with the heart eyes. Happy’s getting impatient.” Tony said, ushering Peter into the Audi.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Peter told her.

She shoved his shoulder slightly, “You better.”

Peter waved to his friend and new girlfriend as the car pulled away.

“I thought she wasn’t your girlfriend?” Tony asked, a smug look on his face.

Peter shrunk in his seat, “She wasn’t.”

“Mhmm.”

“How did you find us, anyways?”

“When you didn’t come outside, I thought something was wrong, and your heart rate was higher than normal. So I came inside to find you, only to find Ned looking for both you and Michelle. It doesn’t take my ridiculously high IQ to put two and two together.”

Peter raised an eyebrow, “That doesn’t explain how you found us.”

“Oh, I tracked your watch.” Tony said, waving a hand flippantly.

Peter looked down at his wrist, forgetting he even had it on.

“Shit.”

“Hey. Language. And yeah, shit. Please take that thing off if you two decide to, ya know-“

“Mr. Stark!” Peter squeaked.

“I’m just saying! I’d rather not get an alert to an elevated heart rate when it’s just-“

“Please can we not talk about this? I’ll take it off.”

“That also reminds me. Have you had the talk yet?”

Peter hunched over, putting his hands on the back of his head, “Oh my God this can’t be happening.”

Tony slapped Peter on the back, “Sorry bud, it’s either me or May.”

Peter groaned, falling back into his seat.

Tony started, “So when a man and a woman really like each other…”

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GOT PREFERENCES (THIS GOT SO LONG. I AM SO SORRY.)

Do you watch the episodes when they air?

I do. I still do. At least most of the time. I think I was late for a few days of the last season but I was also in Europe at the time and in Europe HBO won’t let me access my HBO account so...Um...I was late to the show then....Literally. 

I also didn’t watch season 4 when it aired because I was in a place where I was not able to access the internet for very long. So I watched that all a little later...In a hospital...2014 was a weird year.  

How often do you rewatch it? Do you rewatch it from season one?

I used to re-watch it a lot before things went to shit in Season 5. God damnit Season 5.

But anyway I re-watched season 1 and 2 in the ICU in 2013, and later I watched all of season 4 one of the times I was hospitalized for either a bowel obstruction or to recover from the first attempt to repair my damaged abdominal wall in 2014...Those things were all related.  Don’t...Get Acute Necrotizing Pancreatitis guys 0/10.

ANYWAY, Aside from those events I also did a bunch of non-hospital room re-watching back in the day of seasons 1-3 between 2011(it might have been 2012)-2013 This is all way too specific.

Do you rewatch the previous episode before the next one airs?

No. Definitely not for seasons 5-7 at least. I don’t struggle keeping the events in order since I am obsessed lol.

Do you eat anything while watching? if so, what do you eat?

Not usually. 

One character that everyone seems to like that you don’t care much for:

Oh my God, probably so many. I don’t like Davos, or Samwell and Robb Stark is the only name I have in Tumblr Savior. The reasons I dislike them are also THE WORST. It’s mostly because they are all good people who wanted to do the right thing and have MORALS and don’t fuck up everything they look at... Robb to be honest though is TumblrSaviored because I don’t have any interest in Throbb...And most people don’t tag it as “Throbb” so I just blacklisted ALL of Robb. Nothing against Throbb fans. I’m just not into it. 

Your 3 favourite pairings:

Theon Greyjoy x Ros/Kyra [AKA the empty sex ship of disaster]

Theon Greyjoy x Sansa Stark [Sass Prince + Sass Princess = the King and Queen of Sass and tragedy and bad life choices and living with your mistakes. They are very similar characters actually. ]

Theon Greyjoy x Ramsay Bolton [I think a lot of antis think this is seen as a romantic ship... It’s not to me at all. It’s the relationship between an unchecked sadist who gets to torture a POW and the POW whose every choice led him there. It’s a lot of things to me, personally...Also some people are really into guro, torture porn...I’m in it for the pure tragic violence.] 

[all ships lead to Theon lol]

Favourite scene:

All the Theon scenes. But LET’S DO ONE FOR ALL 7 SEASONS. OKAY. LET’S GO: “Now here you are, your enemy’s squire...” SE1 EP4 I like A LOT scenes from SE1. But I am posting THIS ONE BECAUSE IT’S THE ONLY SCENE WHERE THEON AND TYRION TALK BEFORE SE6 AND UNLIKE WHAT TYRION SAYS IN SE6 THE ONLY PERSON WHO WAS AN ASSHOLE BACK AT WINTERFELL WAS TYRION. GDI SHOW. FOLLOW YOUR OWN CANNON. GOD DAMNIT.  Well...No, there is also this NSFW-scene with Theon being a jerk about everything ever. but TYRION WAS NOT THERE. Also, this is AFTER the last scene. AHHHHHHHHHH- “I’VE TAKEN YOUR CASTLE!” SE2 EP 6 “IT’S PRINCE THEON NOW.” I love this scene. I love how Theon is like I AM A PRINCE NOW. I love how how when Bran is like “No, I’m not giving u the castle! NO CASTLE 4 U >:(” Theon is like “YES YOU WILL >:((((((((” like a petulant child. I love how Theon sits on Brans’s bed like “OK. U CLEALY DON’T KNOW HOW THIS WORKS. I WILL EXPLAIN IT TO YOU.” and Bran is like :| I love Theon’s conflicted expression when Bran asks, “Did you hate us the whole time?” “So Let’s Play a Game” SE3 EP6 On a very personal level I have never seen something before or since that looks and sounds like how my C-PTSD feels. It’s not just the torture, it’s...Everything. For that reason this is my favorite scene in the entire show. I think it’s my favorite scene in anything.  Also: “I win” :)

Bring me Moat Cailin  SE 4 EP 8 I really liked this scene in the book, and It’s condensed to Hell but I liked the show version a lot too anyway. Also if you pay attention you can hear Theon do the “My name is Reek, it rhymes with LITERALLY ANYTHING THAT RHYMES WIYTH “REEK” insanity mantra. I thank God everyday this part of Theon’s arc didn’t get murdered like the rest of his arc in the shit show that is the bullshit of SE5...SPEAKING OF SE5!!

“I can’t talk to you anymore.” SE5 EP8 [this season was only almost saved kind of by Alfie Allen’s and Sophie Turner’s A++ chemistry.] This scene is so hard to find for no reason but I liked this scene because Theon verbally transitions from Reek to Theon to Reek again and he does this a lot in the books but it’s harder to see in the show (duh) BUT this scene makes it REALLY clear as it’s happening. Theon goes from saying “There is no Theon” to “I (Theon) deserved everything” to “I (Theon) can’t talk to you anymore” to “Not Theon! Reek.” “You’re...Not Coming With Us?” SE6 EP2 God damnit show you ended the one good thing you still had going for you for NO REASON. So anyway Theon leaves Sansa but the amazing actor chemistry remains and A++ guys. You did it again...See also this is not the dumb Tyrion/Theon scene mentioned above in SE1′s rant because while that scene is good in many ways it’s also NOT FUCKING TRUE. AHHHHHH-

Theon’s last scene in Season 7 SE7 EP7 This scene came around when I really needed it. It says a lot of things to me. Mostly that trauma, and horror and missing body parts do not have to condemn you to the fucked up bullshit everyone and everything tells you it does. And also it proves my point that castration is A. Not a punchline and B. doesn’t make a man not a man and C. THEON WILL FUCK YOU UP AND SMILE ABOUT IT. >:D 

One character you wish got more appreciation:

...THEON GREYJOY. 

Fanfic or nah?

Nah...

Favourite quote:

“I’ve been a cynic as long as I can remember.” -Tyrion Lannister EDIT: OMFG I FORGOT. IT’S NOT THAT ONE. ITS: “There’s no men like me. Only me.” -Jaime Lannister Also let’s be real Cersei’s “I choose violence.” is good to.  WHY NO THEON QUOTES??? All of his best quotes are in the books.

Do you avoid spoilers?

NOPE. I don’t avoid them for almost EVERYTHING. 

Favourite house words:

WE DO NOT SOW.

One character you’d bring back from the dead:

RAMSAY...AND ROS.

Which was more satisfying: Ramsay dying or Joffrey dying?

You know what. Ramsay’s death in the show SUCKS. Because for TWO reasons, ONE it was predictable. And that’s a thing with the later season of the show, they are 100% predictable standard averageness. But also because Sansa was DRAGGED INTO THEON’S ARC AND THEN SHE KILLED RAMSAY AND IT’S LIKE...WAIT WHERE WAS THEON? Ramsay was literally MADE MY GRRM FOR THEON’S ARC. FOR THEON.  But the show fucked up in SE5 and then they were like OH SHIT. EVERYONE IS MAD WE DID THIS TO SANSA UH...WE SHOULD HAVE HER KILL HIM AND SEND THEON FAR AWAY AND NEVER TELL HIM LALALALAA. FUCK. So Joffrey. Joffrey’s death is better. Sansa’s even THERE TOO BUT SHE DIDN’T KILL HIM (knowingly) AND IT MAKES SENSE ON EVERY LEVEL. UNLIKE THE GARBAGE SITUATION IN SE6. GDI. AHHHHH- 

One character you’d kill, or kill sooner than they were killed?

...Samwell Tarly...Because he annoys me and I am mad that I had to watch him clean bedpans and shit in SE7. 

Direwolves or dragons?

TROGDOORRRRRRR

Wildlings or the dothraki?

The Dothraki are more interesting IMO even though they are kind of like just The Worst Aspects Of A Nomadic Warrior Culture. 

Favourite lannister?

Tyrion Lannister of course. Tyrion’s arc and character is so good...Fuck it’s good. I would have been obsessed with him if not for Theon. 

Tyrion Lannister | The Way -by Heroes Fan Productions

Favourite stark?

The lady, Sansa Stark of Winterfell. Duh.

Sansa Stark | Survivor -by Tap101Dancer

Would you rather be able to be resurrected anytime, but gain scars and all like Beric, or become a faceless man?

I literally already am Beric Dondarion. 

Would you rather have the rebellion tv show or the conquest tv show?

This is such a weird question that no one can make sense of from what I can see...Also uh... @quarkitty did you get tagged yet? I am so bad at tagging.  /End of this novel of a post.

[havok-hatake]

The Maker’s Sigh- Chapter 2

(Ostegar)

As they arrived walking towards the border of Ostegar, they found themselves at the bottom of a rather large chasm separating the camp and the tower of Ishal. Ace stopped at the wall and looked up at the called a surprisingly loud, "Hey guys, think you can drop down a ladder please," she gestured toward the trail leading to the bridge, "because you know fuck that shit, I am not walking around." A guard nodded and disappeared for a long moment before throwing a wood-and-rope ladder down the wall at her. Ace pulled a cloth from her pack and wrapped her corgi up like a small child, watching him get comfortable in the hammock, panting rapidly. She situated the dog and hoped on the bottom rung of the ladder, making her way up to the camp with Demy following behind…right up until he looked up and got an eyeful, which sent him tumbling down the ladder and onto the snow packed ground with quite the nosebleed from where his knee tried and failed to break his face's fall.

She looked down at him, "you okay Demy? That fall looked like it hurt."

He sat up and made an attempt to focus on the other half of the conversation, only to have his blood pressure spike and cover his front with a new layer of blood. Great. He fell back and stared up at the sky, "Hey I have an Idea I'll wait till you're all the way up and then I'll climb up okay?"

"Uhh sure…whatever you say weirdo."

Demy smiled crookedly sitting up as he mumbled to himself, "I'm the weirdo huh?" He resisted the urge to shoot another glance up at his newly but strange companion, "Then how come you don't have any pants on…?" He waited patiently for her to get all the way to the top before climbing to his feet and scaling up the ladder to the camp, where a man that he assumed was Duncan was waiting with Ace and another blonde man he'd never seen before.

"Well…well…well you finally got up here" Duncan teased, smiling wanly and chuckling at the coat of blood down the front of Demy's breastplate, holding out a hand to help Demy climb over the low wall.

Demy dusted himself off before giving Duncan a handshake, "Uh yeah I had a little complication climbing up the ladder…" he glared at Ace and groaned, "I'll address it later… either way I'm here to become a Warden."

Duncan smiled and nodded and gestured toward the small boy with blonde hair, "This is King Calen the youngest of King Marric's son, he rules all of Ferelden."

The king smiled, "Hello there, young mage…."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it there, first off I'm older than you, I just look young so I'll take that as a compliment not in insult. Second I knew your father, and he had two sons. I can't remember who the other one was…he's probably dead for all I know…" he squinted, "so yeah… hey you… person… King…"

Ace made an irritated little noise and stepped closer to Demy, clocking him upside the head with her bracer, "this is your King and you will show respect."

Demy jolted from the blow and knelt respectfully in front of the king, "I apologize my King please, forgive my rudeness and allow me to introduce myself, I am Demitrious Alexander Fleur Esquire, Senior Enchanter from the Mages Circles in Orlais and Ferelden." He caught sight of Ace cocking a smile, folding her arms in an accomplished sort of way as Demy got up and bowed politely, following Duncan and Ace to go find some guy named Alistair.

After a short trek through the camp, Duncan stopped near a set of pillars and looked at Demy, "I will stay here, you two go find the others; another mage is here from the Circle, along two other warriors.  Alistair will be your guide, he is another Warden, who is in the same rank as Ace… feel free to wander around; all I ask is that you stay within the camp for the time being."

“Understood," he paused and looked around, "uhh is that mon…ahem I mean Ace going to be tagging along with me while I explore?” he straightened at the sharp sound of cracking knuckles came from behind him and he flinched.

Duncan nearly cracked a smile and nodded “Yes she will be your escort around the campsite, so play nice and go on out and meet the others.”

Demy nodded sheepishly and Ace walked over, grabbing him by the collar so she could drag him across the bridge as he waved sadly at Duncan, a worried sort of smile on his face.  Duncan waved back and looked at Ten who stared back up at the older man, panting innocently, “It’s going to be a long day Ten let’s hope those two get along.” The dog barked in agreement and the pair of the walked to the campsite.

Demy pulled himself from his companion's grip and straightened up, “Alright already, I can walk by myself damn you, there’s no need to be so rough. Geez…what the hell’s your problem? I haven’t done anything to you.”

“My problem with you is that you’re lazy, arrogant, your attitude sucks and it seems like you have the IQ of a fucking squirrel," she stopped for a moment, scanning the camps, "but then again I see something in you will that no one has seen in a long time, which is why the First Enchanter and I chose you…so I guess I could ease up a bit.”

“No, it’s my fault you're right. I should start pulling my own weight, and if I make it through this, we’ll be brother and sister, wont we?" He grinned, "So! Why not start getting along now? I apologize for my shenanigans and hope I can make it up to you, Ace,” Demy laughed and scooped her up into a rib cracking hug. She struggled against him for a long moment and probably would have broken free of him, except Demy had pinned her arms to her side and she wasn't going to be regaining her freedom anytime soon. So instead, she gave up after a moment and hugged him back until he put her down so that they could make their way toward a female mage who sat leaned against the tree, her arms folded. She had a proud look about her, with her white hair pulled back and orange robes denoting her rank within the circle and her head held high.

Demy stopped on the side of her, smiling brightly and leaned in to kiss her cheek, leaving his old friend Wynne shocked at the sudden affection.

With her hand raised and turned to see Demy standing in front of her with a cocky smile on his face. She smiled back and gave him a hug, “Demitrious! by Andraste, it’s been too long. I’ve missed you since you left the tower it’s been kind of boring, without you making a fool out of Gregior."

Demy and Wynne both chuckled at the memory for a moment, before Wynne looked her new companion up and down, studying him, "but enough of that; look at you, it's like I'm staring at a completely different person." She shook her head, "I heard you were going to be made into a Grey Warden," she smiled at him, "I have to say I couldn’t be any prouder of you my dear, I'm sure you'll do the Circles proud by being the best Warden there is.”

“I know I will Wynne," Demy grinned down at his old friend, "I’m sorry for not writing letters to you, Irving, and Anders…" he frowned for a moment before fitting the smile back on his face,” but yes I’m to become a Warden. Thank you for your appreciation Wynne, I'll visit as soon after all of this is over…promise.”

Wynn rolled her eyes skyward at the mention of the other Mage, “Anders is here somewhere in the camp I don’t know where exactly but he went off to explore the uhh… ahem matronly warriors.”

Demy nodded and gave her another hug before walking away to re-join Ace, who glanced over at him with, eyebrows raised. Demy smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder “I’ll explain to you when we aren’t so busy. Until then, let’s meet the others, aye?”

“Yeah yeah," she rolled her eyes and shook her head, "come on I think I see one of our recruits getting into something that’ll cost him dearly.” She pulled Demy toward the scuffle, and he soon found that they were steadily approaching a man he didn't recognize, leaned against a tree, and flirting with a woman warrior, saying something about how this could be their last battle and how they shouldn’t spend the night alone. Demy and Ace walked towards the man, who found himself getting what looked like a very painful slap to the face as his target huffed and stomped off.

Daveth rubbed his cheek and smiled sheepishly looking at Demy and Ace with a raised eyebrow, “Well I didn’t expect you to look like that.”

“Well what did you expect me to look like?” Demy asked jovially, crossing his arms over his chest.

He shrugged, “Not a man," then he shrugged, "I guess we will be taking the Joining together, then." He straightened and turned to properly face Demy, "I heard they’re sending us to the Kokari Wilds, don’t know what that’s all about but I’m sure they wouldn’t send us there if it wasn’t important." He paused and cocked his head to the side and smiled crookedly, "but uhh I think what's more important is that cute little woman behind you.” Daveth stepped forward and pushed Demy out of the way, turning up the charm so he could presumably charm his way into Ace 's pants.

He smacked her ass as if he owned it and Demy folded his arms, clapping his hand over his mouth so that neither one of them could hear the fit of laughter he was in the middle of, “Oh no this should be good.”

Ace leaned a little to peer around Daveth at Demy, who was trying and failing to contain his laughter. She redirected her attention back at the other Rogue, fitting a seductive look on her face as she traced some of the filigree on his chest plate, before delivering a swift punch to the face and then a knee to the stomach, followed by a very painful sounding boot to the balls. Daveth fell like a stone and Ace dusted off her hands before stepping away from her victim and grabbing Demy’s hand so she could drag him up the ramp that lead to the centre square of Ostegar. She paused near the top and turned, “Get your dumbass to Duncan before I lose what little sanity I have left, Daveth.”

The other nodded and began crawling in the direction of the Warden camp.

Demy laughed to himself and followed Ace as she continued to prowl the camp for a moment before finally coming upon a man sitting with the warriors that were praying off to the side of the clearing, “I'm assuming that's one of the other recruits," he pointed, "do you know his name Ace?”

She slowed and crossed her arms in thought, “I think I do, Duncan mentioned something about a Sir Jory… from what I understand he was a knight from Redcliffe. He won the tourney they held and Duncan recruited him for his skill, but he should explain that himself.”

Demy nodded and walked over to the man who was praying to Andraste and The Maker, Demy cleared his throat and Gabi stood next to him with her arm on his shoulder smiling, “Hey there bud, the names' Aspen Alexa Vien and this is the new recruit Demitrious.”

Demy waved, smirking, as Jory stood and looked at them both, “Nice to meet you…I suppose we will all be taking the Joining together." He smiled a little, "and since you’re here that means we can get on with it. Unfortunately, I don’t know anything about what we'll be doing.”

“Apparently Daveth says we’re going into the Kocari Wilds," Demy responded, crossing his arms and looked back toward where they'd left Daveth, "so be prepared." He sighed, "I would suggest you go back to camp and wait for everyone else. Daveth is there right now, and we're about to go find Anders and some guy named Alistair.” Demy jerked his head toward Ace who shrugged back, watching mildly as Jory began making his way back to the Warden's campsite.

Demy's companion watched the other for a moment before heaving a loud sigh and slapping him on the back. She smiled, “well looks like we have two more people to find, so come on. Let’s not tarry about any longer…”

He nodded and followed her toward the other side of the camp climbing another ramp that let out to a balcony of sorts. Soldiers were lined along the edge, looking away from the beautiful scenery behind them, their attention instead directed toward a man that was pointing at various parts of some vile looking creature as he explained where to stick their swords. Another man stood at the edge of a cliff, trying his best to sass a pair of Templars that were hounding him.

Demy strode over to the group and grabbed both Templars’ shoulders, tossing them both onto the cobbled floor with little effort, “Andraste’s tits Anders what did you do this time? I haven’t been here for 20 minutes and I’m already pulling your ass out of the fire.”

The Templars struggled to their feet, pulling out their swords and shields with the express purpose of maiming Demy and Anders, “you protect this mage, when he is wanted for being an abomination?” Demy had a confused look about him as he slowly turned to Anders who held his hands up innocently, one of the templars step forward “He has been bragging to the woman-folk that he consorts with blood magic.”

“For the Love of---" Demy clapped a hand to his head, "Anders, not again; this is the second time with this shit. Come on, how many times do I have to tell you: if you want to get with the women, tell them you use Entropic Magic, not that you’re a blood mage.”

Anders smiled, dusting himself off before placing an arm around Demy's shoulders, “Oh come on you know the ladies love a dangerous man on the run, and in need for some good loving. Wouldn’t be the first time it worked on them.”

The Templars sent each other worried looks and put their swords away staring blankly at the two mages conversing before them. One of them cleared his throat, “Do you two mind explaining what the hell is going on.”

Demy turned and looked at him, his eyes widening as he realized that he'd just manhandled a Templar, “Hmm? Oh right sorry, umm…" he scratched his head, "please excuse my friend for he is not a Blood Mage, he just claims that he is so he can pick up women." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "…actually I can vouch for him since he's one of my students… I'm one of the Senior Enchanters of the Circle, I apologize for his vacuous.”

“A Senior Enchanter?" The Templar raised his eyebrows, "You look nothing like a mage… you look more like one of the Order... I see the two daggers on you and a stick?" he tilted his head a lot like a confused puppy, "I see no staff on you… the only way you can prove that you’re a mage is if you show us your magic.”

Demy blinked, sighed and pulled his wand from his waistband, waving it lazily so that a spiral of flame spun around on his palm, “this is a wand, I don’t use staffs." He sighed and flicked the flame away from his hand, "They crack and smolder.”

Both Templars nodded, bowing respectfully before directing their attention at Anders, “Make sure he behaves, and that this doesn’t happen again.”

“Will do…thank you, have a nice day.”

Anders waited for them to leave before punching Demy in the shoulder, smiling, “thanks for that. Probably would have been dead if you hadn't come along…" his smile faltered a bit before returning full force, "which begs me to ask: you aren’t the new recruit everyone is talking about are you?”

“Well yeah I am, actually Miss Lady over there recruited me to be one of the Grey Wardens she came all the way to Orlais, barely arrived today, so, there’s that,” he pointed at Ace, who didn't do much more than cross her arms and glare in their general direction.

“Miss Lady?” Anders looked over and saw the woman who waved stiffly at him and maybe smiled a bit.

Anders slicked his hair back and looked over at Demy, smirking at him as he swaggered toward Ace, or…tried to; Demy stopped him before he could make any real progress and shook his head, whispering about what she'd done to Daveth in his ear. Anders turned white and gulp then straightened himself out continuing his trek toward the Lady Warden. He bowed politely and smiled charmingly, “Well I don’t want to waste my time here…considering…" he looked her over for a moment, "I think I’ll wait for you guys back at camp so, see ya!”

Ace perked an eyebrow and directed her gaze at Demy who smiled back, waving innocently. She shifted and set her mouth, “What was that all about, what have you told him?”

“All I told him was what you did to Daveth with more explicit detail," he shrugged, "I kind of like Anders to stay in one piece, so I saved him a deal of trouble.”

Ace rolled her eyes and stalked to the opposite side of the west wing of Ostegar where their final companion was. Demy followed closely behind her, wondering what this Alistair would be like - the outlook didn't look particularly good, if the other Warden recruits were anything to go by….

As it turned out, they found Alistair arguing with a mage that seemed to have a slight attitude problem and was smack in the middle of shouting, “I will not stand her and be insulted like this,” at him.

Alistair folded his arms, rolling his eyes skyward and smirking, “yes I was insulting you by delivering a message from the Grand Cleric.”

The mage heaved a sigh, throwing up his hands, “Fine what is this so important message that you had to interrupt me in my mediating.”

“The uhh, Cleric asks for your presence ser mage," he paused a moment, "with haste.”

“What could be so important to speak with that woman?” the mage nearly shouted, dropping his hands and crossing his arms.

“How should I know?" the other asked, "I just deliver messages.”

The mage tossed his head, “I’ve had enough of this, I am leaving.”

“Leaving so soon? And here I thought we were getting along so well," there was a pause and the smirk fell right off the blonde's face, "I was even going to name one of my kids after you; The Grumpy One.”

The mage made a noise like an angry child and Alistair turned in place to see that Ace and Demy had been audience to his sass battle. He smiled, “You know the good thing about a blight is that it brings everyone together.” He made a gesture as if to hug the pair of them, but didn't move from his spot.

Demy smiled and glanced at Ace “I know what you mean.”

“It’s like a big party” she sighed, smiling herself and stepping over to the larger man so she could give him a warm sort of hug, before turning to look at Demy, “Alistair this is the new recruit,” she pointed at Demy, who waved and smiled at the pair of them.

“My name is Demitrious, but you can call me Demy.”

“Right that’s the name," he looked sad for a moment, "hopefully you do manage to become one of us," the smile fit right back on his face and Demy suddenly became suspicious, raising an eyebrow, of the whole Joining thing he was supposed to be going through, "anyways, seeing as you've already met the other recruits…" he looked down at Ace, "I assume that’s why you’re here at last to see me.”

“Yeah, I saw my old buddy, Anders, and the other recruits," Demy put his hands on his hips and grinned, "so we saved the best for last. And since we've finally found you, I should assume we need to head back to Duncan?” He looked hopeful.

Ace nodded and glanced up at Alistair raising her eyebrows, “that would be correct." She let go of Alistair and folded her arms, "let’s go, I’ll accompany you both from here on out.” Demy nodded in agreement and the three of them made their way from the west wing toward the Warden Campsite, where Duncan was waiting for their return.

He smiled wearily at them, “Good you’re all here, that’s if you’re done riling up the mages, Alistair.”

He held up his hands in surrender, “What can I say, she cornered me”

“The Grand Cleric asked you to rile up the Mages?” Duncan asked, less than amused.

Alistair raised his eyebrows and heaved a sigh, “Not Exactly, but you know how she is; she assumed sending a Templar would be enough of insult.”

Duncan looked mildly irritated, “Alistair we don’t need these things to happen, we don’t give people more ammunition against us.”

The other looked mildly hurt by the accusation. “I...I understand Duncan, I apologize…"

Duncan nodded and looked at the rest of the recruits, folding his arms as he glanced at each one of them, “there are two tasks that I need you all to complete: the first is to acquire four vials of Darkspawn blood…” he paused to see that Jory was shaking in his boots, while Daveth looked unsure about the whole thing, and Anders stared blankly at Demy, shaking his head as the other mage merely shrugged.

“I am assuming that the Darkspawn blood is used for the Joining?” he asked after a moment, tilting his head to look at Ace and Alistair, who were standing a few feet away, as if they'd give away any clues about what was to come. Ace was staring passively in the direction of some dog kennels, while Alistair fidgeted with his bracers, looking unnerved.

Duncan interrupted Demy's attempt at mining information, “Yes precisely." He smiled, "The second task is that I need you to retrieve the treaties that were kept in the Warden Tower of the Wilds long ago, it would be nice to get them back…”

“How do we know they’re still there, for all we know the chasind or something else must have taken them,” Demy asked, putting his hands on his hips as he tried once again to gather more information on their apparent quest.

Duncan looked mildly impressed, “They’ve been sealed by a magic ward so I doubt that anyone has taken them. I strongly suggest you retrieve them by any means necessary.” It wasn't a question.

Demy chuckled, “Right, so four Darkspawn vials and some treaties, would you like a large drink and fries with that?” the smile fell right off his face when he noticed that Ace's attention had snapped toward him.

Alistair was trying not to laugh, lest he be smacked, while Duncan just heaved a sigh and then smiled wanly, “No thank you, Demitrious…Alistair and Ace will be joining you on your mission as overseers, however, so stay calm and keep your wits about you…Good luck.”

The gathered party nodded, steeling themselves as they made their way toward the main gate that lead into the Kocari Wilds.

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Vital Signs, Pt16

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Loki was standing looking out a window with his hands cuffed behind his back. They were pretty fancy handcuffs, and I figured they were probably some kind of magical. I highly suspected a pair of standard issue handcuffs wouldn’t hold him. I turned back to the guard.

“I need the cuffs off,” I ordered. He looked confused.

“But –“

“I can hardly give him a medical assessment with his arms restrained behind his back. And he can’t go through the MRI like that,” I argued.

“I’ll have to get Thor.” The guard sounded dubious. I rolled my eyes.

“Then go get him,” I sighed and looked back to Loki. He had turned to face me, bemusement in his eyes. He also had some sort of muzzle on. The guard was whispering into his radio, and sounded like he was losing whatever argument he was having. I stalked over to him, grabbed his comm and spoke loudly and clearly into it.

“I need Loki out of the cuffs and the muzzle needs to come off too. NOW,” I snapped. Moments later Thor entered the room. I glanced out the window and noticed the sky was clouding over. An arc of lightning shot across the sky. Typical.

Thor entered the room. His presence was impressive. He was taller than Steve, and broader than Steve, and blonder than Steve, and just a whole lot more person than Steve. Obtrusive in a way. In a delicious eye-candy way, but still obtrusive. He glared at me. I raised an eyebrow and pointed at the window.

“Cut the theatrics, Thunderpants. I don’t care how much it pisses you off, you agreed to allow this assessment, and I can’t do it with your brother trussed up like a turkey.” I was cranky. The sky lightened and started clearing. It would suck to have your feelings be so transparent. Loki looked somewhat amused at the way I spoke to his brother.

“I do not think it safe, Lady Doctor,” he argued.

“So stick around. You can drop your plus-10 hammer of immobility on him if he tries anything,” I countered.

“My plus what?” My pop culture reference was obviously lost on him.

“Your hammer. I seem to recall you being the only person who can lift the damn thing. If Loki tries anything, put it on his chest,” I spoke slowly. A smile spread across his face and he slapped my shoulder. I nearly fell over. Dude was strong.

“I understand. When we were children, I took great delight in doing just as you’ve said when we fought,” Thor chuckled. He approached Loki and unshackled him. Loki rubbed his jaw when the muzzle was removed. I tossed a paper gown at him.

“Put this on.” I turned my back.

“I think not,” he responded. I spun around and before I even realized what I was doing, had punched him in the face. His head snapped back and his nose started to bleed. His eyes widened in surprise, and then narrowed with rage. Thor started laughing.

“Put the fucking gown on,” I snapped and turned away.

“You and the Lady Sif would get on quite well, I would think, Lady Doctor.” Thor’s laugh was, unsurprisingly, thunderous. I tapped my foot impatiently.

“I am ready, Doctor.” Loki’s voice was flat. I turned and fought a bad case of the giggles. Paper gowns were so humbling, even for the most average of humans, but seeing this demi-god reduced to bare feet and a light blue crinkly wrap was almost too much. My mood improved. I pointed to the assessment table.

“Hop up.” I quickly ran over the same assessment as the previous time I’d assessed him, but this time, I knew to ask for him to switch into his Jotun appearance for a secondary assessment. It still puzzled and fascinated me how the shape-shifting could alter his physiology. Thor stood to one side, acting disinterested until Loki took on the appearance of a Frost Giant. Then he couldn’t look away.

“You seem bothered by this form, brother.” Loki met Thor’s gaze.

“It never ceases to surprise me,” Thor responded. I drew some more blood samples. Unsurprisingly, Loki was so cool as a Frost Giant that I was getting goosebumps just from standing near him. I cursed myself for wearing a thin t-shirt.

“You can change back,” I murmured. Loki smirked.

“And if I don’t want to? The view is,” he paused, “titillating.” I crossed my arms over my chest and rolled my eyes. Pig.

“Just change back,” I snapped. He complied. I walked over to the far side of the room, and peeked into the MRI suite to make sure it was empty.

“I need you to come into this room and lay on the cot.” I motioned toward the MRI machine. Loki walked over and looked puzzled.

“What manner of machine is this?” He asked.

“It’s a magnetic resonance imager. It’s the machine that takes the pictures of your insides. Lay down. I hope you aren’t bothered by confined spaces. I’m going to do two sets of scans, and you can’t move during them. I will let you know when I need you to change into your Jotun form again.” I strapped him onto the board and gestured to Thor to follow me into the viewing room.

“Should I not stay with him?” Thor asked. I met his gaze.

“That’s a giant magnet. You are wearing armour. I’m not saying you’d get sucked into the machine with him, but I’m not willing to take the risk. Sit.” I pointed to a chair right at the door into the MRI chamber. I set the machine to run, and spoke through the microphone at Loki.

“If you need out of the machine for any reason, just say so. The machine has a microphone, so I’ll be able to hear you.”

“I do not fear small caves, Doctor.” Loki was contemptuous.

“Have it your way then.” I flipped the machine on and started the scan. MRIs take forever. Thor was like an oversized child. He fidgeted and wiggled in his chair, clearly bored. I looked into the room. Loki was staying still. I didn’t trust him to not pull shenanigans.

“How much longer will this take?” Thor was swinging the hammer back and forth under the chair like a pendulum.

“This scan will be another five minutes or so. The next one will take as long. Hey, Loki is a master of illusion, right?” I asked. Thor nodded.

“He can be in many places all at once.”

“So how do we know we got the right copy?” I asked.

“The illusions are non-corporeal. Had you tried to strap an illusory Loki to the bed, your hands would have slipped through him.” Thor waved his hand in front of himself to demonstrate.

“Oh, that’s creepy.” I finished the first scan, and decided I should check on Loki in the chamber. I pulled back the cot and met his gaze. He looked irritated.

“That was insufferably long,” he complained.

“And it’s going to be the same length this time. I just need you to be in your Jotun form.”

“The previous time you assessed me, you had said you would let me know what differences you found in my physiology. I have many questions,” Loki stated.

“Yeah, well, that was before you killed my friend and leveled half my city. I don’t feel quite so obliging anymore.” I turned on my heel and stalked back to the control booth. I waited until I could see that Loki had taken on the blue of his Frost Giant heritage and ran the machine again. Thor was staring at the ceiling, groaning. I tossed a magazine at him.

“Here. Entertain yourself. ADD much?”

“I know not what that means. I am not accustomed to such waiting.” He flipped through the magazine, a look of horror spreading across his face, “Do women here really dress so immodestly?” He held up a photo spread of a bunch of move stars in bikinis. I laughed.

“Really? I thought you were like, a Viking god?”

“Well, yes, the Vikings thought we were gods,” he admitted.

“The Vikings who pillaged, raided and raped their way across Europe,” I clarified.

“As was the way of war then, yes,” he agreed.

“And you think a woman in a bikini is scandalous?” I asked. He looked puzzled.

“I never knew a Viking woman to dress in so little. She would have frozen to death.” He was so confused.

“I guess I just thought all the Valkyries in Valhalla would be scantily clad sex-kittens,” I shrugged. Thor’s booming laugh filled the room.

“No, Lady Doctor, the shield maidens of Valhalla are warriors, and rightly armoured. These scraps would not guard against any injury!” He chuckled. I felt a little stupid. Then again, I could name every bone in the hand, which I doubted Thor could. Different areas of expertise.

The MRI started counting down its completion. I sent Loki and Thor back into the assessment room while I looked over the initial scans and frowned. Fury stepped in from the hallway. I should have known he would be lurking.

“Well?”

“So far, I don’t see anything significant, but I’m going to need some time to go over the scans more thoroughly.” I collected the printouts and headed back to the assessment room. Loki and Thor were locked in an epic stare-off. Ugh. Brothers.

“Are we finished, Doctor?” Loki asked. I nodded.

“You can get dressed. I have some questions, but no more hands on stuff.”

“Pity. I so wanted your hands all over me,” he smirked. I rolled my eyes. Thor bristled.

“Loki! You know she belongs to another,” he barked. Loki shrugged.

“But I am a god, brother. And what woman wouldn’t want that?” Without embarrassment, he began to get dressed in front of me. I turned my back. He was evil, but he did have the body of a god.

“Uh, this one.” I informed him over my shoulder, “Did you know, Loki, that early Christians modeled their Satan after you? Women, we’re funny. We love a bad boy. Most of us, however, draw the line at the devil incarnate.” I turned back around, hoping he was fully clothed. He was pulling his top on. He stalked over to me, and put his hand on my arm. I met his angry, green eyes.

“Is not your devil the god of fire? And yet ice runs through my veins. I think your Satan is not so similar to me.” His hand was ice cold against my skin. I yanked my arm away. It tingled and I rubbed where he’d been touching to regain circulation. His touch had been enough to leave frostbite in the shape of his hand on me.

“You’ve given me frostbite, you asshole.” I rubbed at my arm a little more aggressively.

“I have marked you, as you marked me,” he gestured to his bruised nose, “In lesser societies, we would be considered wed now.” I turned my gaze to his brother.

“Is he always like this? Or is this because his awesome plan to rule the world was thwarted?” I asked, still rubbing my arm.

“Unfortunately, Lady Doctor, I think he has grown fond of you.” Thor looked a little disturbed. I whirled back to Loki, who was glaring at Thor.

“Well, I have a boyfriend. I think you’ve met him. Carries a big shield with a giant star on it.” I picked up his chart and pointed at the assessment table, “Now sit.” I ran through the rest of the questions, and while Loki tried to be difficult, Thor was happy to supply as many answers as he could to fill in the silent gaps Loki was leaving. I scribbled notes as quickly as I could.

“So, can you be killed?” I asked. I thought it was a legitimate question, and probably something SHIELD needed to know. Loki and Thor exchanged a meaningful look.

“Yes. We are more resilient, and stronger. But with enough injury we can die,” Thor admitted.

“And your life span?”

“Thousands of Midgardian years,” Loki responded.

“So you’re not actually a god,” I stated. Loki had the greatest poker face in the world, but it showed a slight crack at the statement. Thor nodded.

“No. It would be difficult for a Midgardian to kill us, but it could happen,” he said. I smiled at Loki.

“Good to know. Such a shame you can’t leave your brother for weapons testing, Thor.” I made more notes, “One last question.”

“There are no words to convey my gratitude at that.” If the increased weight of Loki’s sarcasm was any indication, he was more than finished with the interrogation.

“How old are you, Loki?”

“I couldn’t tell you,” he shrugged. I looked at Thor. Thor nodded.

“Truly, Midgardian years pass differently than those in Asgard. I would guess we are both hundreds, if not thousands of Midgardian years old.”

“And we will both live that long again after you are dead,” Loki snapped. He rose and held his hands out to Thor. Thor looked surprised, and looked back to me.

“I’m done. Take him home.” I finished scribbling notes in the chart, and watched as Thor locked the handcuffs around his wrists. He was about to muzzle Loki again when he stepped toward me. He leaned down to whisper in my ear.

“I could have soothed your burns, Doctor,” he breathed. A shiver ran down my spine, and goosebumps flared along me skin. He smiled as he stood back up, “You aren’t so unaffected by me, are you?”

I couldn’t help myself. I punched him in the face again.

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All of them

okay so I was not expecting anyone to ask all of them but okay let’s do this!! this is gonna be very long sorry

1: (truth) Who was your first major celebrity crush? (dare) Put your music player on shuffle and post the first five songs.

Exit Music (For a Film) - Vampire Weekend

Warrior - Foxes

What The Fuck (Live) - fun.

Knights - Minus the Bear

Love You Madly - Cake

2: (truth) What's the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you in the past week? (dare) Refresh your dashboard and send an anonymous compliment to the person who posted whatever's at the top of your dash.

I sent a compliment I love sending anon compliments!

3: (truth) What are your three favorite things about your appearance? (dare) List all nine of your tumblr crushes, and describe each blog/blogger in one word.

uhh...my eyes are kinda nice sometimes? and some of my freckles where there’s two of them and it looks like i was bit by something. and...i don’t know, one time alex told me i have the perfect white girl butt only that feels like maybe not that much of a compliment but i think it’s okay anyway?

4: (truth) What is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you? (dare) Post the oldest selfie on your camera roll.

people have done lots of nice things for me!! one time when I was buying ice cream at ralph’s I didn’t have a coupon and the cashier guy was like “don’t worry about it” and he gave me my ice cream half off! I love him!!

5: (truth) If your parents knew everything you've ever done, what would they think is the worst thing? (dare) Tag the three nonmutuals you admire most.

yeah I’m...not gonna tag unrelated people into this giant long post if I can avoid it so...probably my parents would object most to me kissing people I’m not going out with I think

6: (truth) What is the last thing you purchased? (dare) Tag three people you've thirst followed.

definitely not tagging anyone for this. uh. last thing I bought was groceries. that’s pretty boring sorry!!

7: (truth) How many hours did you sleep last night? (dare) Send an anonymous compliment to the last person who followed you.

okay the last person who followed me was a porn bot so...i slept probably sevenish hours? I meant to go to bed at eleven but I got sidetracked looking at the source code of pokemon polished crystal

8: (truth) If you could go on a date with any of your mutuals, who would it be and what would you do? (dare) Send an anonymous compliment to one of your four "Biggest Fans" on tumblr.

i’m too shy to say who i’d go on a date with c’mon I’m sending a compliment 

9: (truth) How did you meet your best friend? (dare) Refresh your dashboard. Open the blog of the person who posted whatever's at the top of your dash. Reblog their most recent selfie.

I met allie on her first day of kindergarten and I decided she’d be my friend and I nearly hugged her to death. she didn’t love that

10: (truth) What was your favorite band five years ago? (dare) Tag a blog that posts very different content from yours, but that you couldn't imagine not following.

in august of 2012 my favorite band was fun. guess what! it still is!

11: (truth) Where did you get each article of clothing you're wearing right now? (dare) Pick up the closest book to you. Turn to page 39 and copy down line 7.

“Meg pulled Kerry forward. She said, “You remember Kerry, Mrs. Partlow.”

12: (truth) What are your five favorite girls' names and five favorite boys' names? (dare) Copy and paste the 14th line of text from the last document you worked on in Word or Google Drive.

“.......please do not tell me you burned down the Home of the One Thousand Movie Star Alligators.“

13: (truth) What's your most irrational fear? (dare) Tag five mutuals who take amazing selfies.

sometimes I think about there being a very skinny man with very big white staring eyes and he moves completely silently and he is lurking around corners or behind doors waiting for me to look at him and be startled. I’m not really scared of him I guess. I just think I’d be alarmed a little

14: (truth) If you could only wear one outfit for the rest of your life (consisting of clothes you already own), what would it be? (dare) Tag someone you follow who has amazing fashion sense.

uh my ideal outfit is the top half of my swimsuit with the little skull charm, my shorts, my stompy boots, and maybe my jacket with the spikes? I guess? I am not a fashion expert like my big brother

15: (truth) If you could rock any unusual article of clothing/makeup technique/hairstyle, what would it be? (dare) Go to the blog of the last person you reblogged a text post from. Reblog your favorite of their selfies.

uhhh like the last one said I just want to wear the top half of my swimsuit instead of a whole shirt, but I realize most places object to that and that’s fair

16: (truth) What is your dream job? (dare) Post the four most recent pictures in your camera roll.

this is a lot of truths in a row but i’m trying to keep this from being super long so I don’t want to add like four pictures and make it even longer. my dream job is probably dinosaur handler or professional cuddler

17: (truth) Where is the last place you went that took over two hours to get to? (dare) Post screenshots of your phone's lock screen and home screen.

shoot I don’t remember, it’s been a long time since I was on a long trip. probably san diego?

18: (truth) How old were you when you had your first kiss? If you haven't had it yet, how old do you want to be? (dare) Go to the last app/tab you opened. Post a screenshot.

I was 19 and that’s okay!

19: (truth) What is the first thing you remember having to keep secret? (dare) Tag five bloggers who you associate with being obsessed with something particular, and list what each of them is obsessed with.

one of my imaginary friends told me not to tell grown ups about him! I think that was my first secret?

20: (truth) What does your bedroom look like? (dare) Take one selfie and post it. You only get one shot! (No old selfies or retrying, even if you think you look bad)

my room is purple and full of cute things! there’s sheer white curtains that I tie back with gold beads and lights in the closet and glow in the dark stars arranged in my favorite constellations and pictures of cute things and my friends and my bed is metal painted white and it has stuffed animals on it.

21: (truth) What three fictional characters would you most like to meet? (dare) Write your name down on a piece of paper and draw a quick picture of yourself. Take a photo of it and post it.

22: (truth) What are three things you're looking forward to? (dare) Tag the last three people you reblogged posts from, and estimate how many followers they have.

I’m looking forward to halloween, my birthday, and christmas! duh!

23: (truth) What are your three biggest turn ons, and your three biggest turn offs? (dare) Put your music player on shuffle. Without actually listening to it, write the lyrics to the chorus of the first song.

no one needs to know that >:( so here: “as the pain sweeps through, makes no sense for you, every thrill has gone, wasn’t too much fun at all, but I’ll be there for youuu as the world falls dowwwwnnnnnnn

24: (truth) If you could only own five material objects (not counting life necessities like food/water/a house/etc) what would they be? (dare) Put your music player on shuffle. Post what the first three songs are, and for each one, tag a blog that the song reminds you of.

I want my phone so I can talk to people, and a lightsaber, and my 3ds, and a Disneyland pass, and my minnie mouse plushie that’s my oldest possession

25: (truth) What is the last thing you lied about? (dare) Tag three people you want to know better and ask them each three questions about themselves.

I inadvertently lied to Alex ‘cuz I kind of implied I was going to sleep at eleven last night

26: (truth) What's the last movie you watched? (dare) Reblog the most recent of your own selfies posted on tumblr, and in the tags say two things you like about your appearance in it?

I think it was pirates of the caribbean? I should watch a movie today! I wonder what it’s gonna be!

27: (truth) What are three things you like about yourself unrelated to your appearance? (dare) Post a picture from your camera roll that you've been meaning to post on tumblr.

I like how when I get sad I usually get over it pretty fast, and I like that even if it isn’t saying much I’m better at drawing than I used to be, and I like that I’m very good at saving money by not letting myself have nice things!

28: (truth) How do you take your coffee? (dare) Post the last picture you posted on a social media platform other than tumblr.

I...do not take my coffee any way. if I go to starbucks I get that double chocolate chip thing because I think it doesn’t have as much coffee in it. If it does I don’t really taste it, just chocolate

29: (truth) What are your worst habits? (dare) Put your Top 25 Most Played songs on shuffle and list the first five.

When Can I See You Again- Owl City

Shut Up and Dance- Walk the Moon

Nonsense- Madeon

Come Sail Away- Styx

Irresistible- Fall Out Boy

30: (truth) What is the last thing you did that you have to keep secret from someone? Who do you have to keep it secret from? (dare) Tag five blogs with great URLs.

staying up later than I meant to to look at the polished crystal source code. don’t tell alex. I just wanted to know if jolteon is gonna learn thunderbolt naturally and also if there’s a reason they put in the roadblock at route 42 because i want a marill >:(((