#god maybe rook and I really are soulmates...

[pomefioredove]

Novilber but it's just a challange to not mention Vil for a month (impossible I know)

I LITERALLY CAN'T DO THAT IT WOULD KILL ME. I HAVE TO YAP

[yulin-pop]

⤷ ✧ Rook Hunt with a crush

Gender neutral

- order 55 | Headcanons | Rook

⇥ Epel Felmier • Vil Schoenheit ⇤

His actions shouldn’t take you by surprise. He’s respectfully obsessed with you. He would jump off a balcony for you.

It really doesn’t take long until he memorized your daily routines. He doesn’t follow you around but he knows where you are and if he really needed to see you, he knows where to go.

He can only describe it as love at first sight. He feels that you’re like his soulmate. It’s a beautiful thing! I mean, even Vil sees a big difference in how he treats other people he has taken interest in and you.

He’s still in love with the others however there’s this stronger attachment towards you. It’s scary but just smile and nod!

He loves things that take him by surprise, it’s one of his favorite things in people.

He observes from a distance and only gets close when he loses control. I mean, he knows that he adores you too much so he doesn’t want to accidentally creep you out.

He doesn’t think you’ll ever reciprocate, but if you happen to humor him then he might be a little surprised. But he loves that too.

He can’t deny that he gets a bit flustered around you, it might be hard to tell from a normal persons perspective but Vil can tell as clear as day.

Oh my god I’m just saying he would treat me right.

He would also leave cute (maybe a bit unsettling) notes around you.

He probably writes about you in poem form. It’s honestly really impressive how many he’s written about you. It’s about the simplest of things like running down the halls.

We already know he’s giggling and blushing while writing those poems. Sometimes he loses time while writing.

He would catch you at some random moments to recite these poems to you. Then he would politely bid farewell.

Is that him flirting??

He’s not even sure what he wants from you. Getting love from you feels like a very distant thing that seems pretty much impossible. He’s lost on what to do but he proceeds regardless.

[fandommix]

Off Limits!!

Pairings: Colson Baker x reader

Request by @welcometohoteldiablo Maybe can I get a request where the reader is ashleigh's little sister, and ash is forbid the guys to ask out her sister, and forbid her sister to go on a date with any of the guys. But reader and Colson started to date in secret, and when ash is found out, she is really mad about it, but after some time she sees how well Colson treats reader, and she accepts there relationship.

Warnings: swearing TW: mentions of self harm

It was a Saturday morning. Me and Colson were cuddling in bed and he suddenly got a call. He was still sleeping so I shook him. He groaned and then picked up his phone.

“Hello?” He said.

“Colson where are you? You were supposed to be at the studio at 7, it’s 8! I’m right outside your door I’m about to come in.” Said the caller. It didn’t register in my mind who it was until it was too late. It was my sister Ashleigh. She manages Colson.

Me and Colson look at each other. We’re both fucked. You see, Ashleigh told all the boys that they can’t date or hook up with me but me and Colson have been secretly dating for about a little over 8 months.

“Okay I have to hide...I’m gonna run into the bathroom hopefully she doesn’t notice” I whispered. He nodded his head and went to go meet up with Ashleigh in the living room. When I hear them start talking I run into the bathroom.

“Who was that?” I heard my sister say.

I knew colson started to panic. “No one. She’s no one. Just someone I picked up at a bar don’t worry about her, how about I meet you in the car, I’ll go get dressed in actual clothes and then we’ll go to the studio.” He said all nervously.

I heard her agree and then leave. I let out a breath I seemed to be holding. I can’t believe that worked. I come out of the bathroom and I see Colson already coming towards me. He then wrapped me in a hug.

“That was so close, Colson we gotta tell her. I can’t keep lying to her.” I said sadly. I have never in my life lied to her about anything.

“Baby look at me.” I looked up at him. “You know we can’t tell her...or just yet okay? You know what she’ll do if she found out. She would fucking kill me. And on top of that we wouldn’t get to be together. I want you Y/n, you’re my soulmate.” He said. He leaned down and kissed me.

“Okay fine, but eventually we will have to tell her.” I said walking away back into Colson’s room.

*

It’s a Friday and everyone is hanging around at the studio. We’re all having drinks and having a good time. Colson is completely wasted and I’m sitting across the room laughing at his silly antics.

“Alright guys I think all of you have had enough.” I say grabbing the drinks and putting them away in the little fridge.

“Oh come on Y/n don’t be a party pooper, you get less hot every time you end our little party...haha nah I’m just kidding, I’d still tap that fat ass.” Rook said.

“Really rook? What the fuck?” Ashleigh said. She looked angry...I looked at Colson and he looked angrier. He looked like he wanted to punch Rook.

He jumped up from the couch and went over to Rook. Then he did something that I thought he’d never do to his best friend. He punched him square in the face.

“OW! WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!” Rook yelled. His nose was bleeding. “I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING BUT JEEZE SHE CANT POSSIBLY MEAN THAT MUCH TO YOU!” He yelled. Shit.

Ash turned to me. “What...did he just say?” She said sternly. “Nothing he’s just drunk Ash, don’t listen to him.” My voice was shakey.

“OKAY! Everyone out!!” Ash yelled. We’re so fucked were so fucked. Colson tried to sneak out but she grabbed his arm and laughed. “Not you sweetheart.” She said coldly. Colson gave me a sad look, like he was sorry.I sat on the couch and Colson sat on the arm chair. Ash just looked at us. I didn’t dare speak.

“So you wanna tell me what’s going on? Why did Rook say that?” She looked to me to answer. Shit shit shit shit shit.

“Look Ash I’m sorry, we were gonna tell you-” Colson started to say.

“Shut the fuck up Colson. You knew better. I told all of you that my sister is off limits and then I talked to you SPECIFICALLY that she is completely 100% off limits. Are you really that dumb? Like come on man I ask you to do this one personal favor for me and you can’t fucking do it. What’s wrong with you?! Oh my god...OH MY GOD SHE WAS THERE!! SATURDAY MORNING THAT WAS HER WASNT IT?!” She yelled at him. I had enough of it I didn’t like how she was only yelling at him.

“Ash stop it!! It’s not all his fault okay?! And also I know you’re trying to look out for me and I love you for that I really do but come on!! I’m fucking 23 I can fend for myself. You can’t tell me who I can and can’t date. Colson is amazing! He cares for me. The 8 months that we’ve been dating-”

“WHAT?! 8 MONTHS AND YOU HAVEN’T TOLD ME?!” She yelled at me now.

“Ash I love you but for the love of god SHUT UP. Colson is an amazing and for the 8 months that we’ve been dating he has treated me like a fucking queen. He lets me rant to him, he’s always there for me when you’re too busy, he takes me out, he makes me laugh...Ash he’s made me so fucking happy these past months I’ve...I’ve stopped cutting.” At this point tears are falling out of my eyes. “I love him. Please don’t make us break up, I need him, he needs me.” I say as I just break down. The thought of loosing him was heart breaking.

Colson looked stunned. I can’t believe I just said that. Me and Colson haven’t said “I love you” to each other yet. Fuck I probably just ruined everything now.

Colson then walked straight to me and kissed me. I was blown away by it but then I remembered that this might be the last kiss we’ll have. I kissed him back with the same love and passion he gave me.

We stopped when he both realized Ash was right in front of us. We looked at each other and then he walked right out of the studio room. More tears fell from my face. Ash sat down next to me.

“Y/n...I’m sorry. I’m your older sister I just wanted to protect you. Yes I’m upset that you didn’t tell me but...I see how clearly you love him and he loves you, I guess it’s fine with me if you guys stay together.” I looked up at her surprised. “BUT...there’s a bug, if he hurts you ONCE he’s done, you’re done, ya both are done. Okay? Understand?” She said sternly.

“Are you serious? Oh my god Ash thanks, I love you so much I promise you he’ll never hurt me!” I hugged her and then ran straight out of the room trying to catch up with Colson. He was already outside about to get into an Uber. I ran outside.

“COLSON!!!” I scream at him. He looked at me confused. I run to him and jump in his arms.

“Y/n what’s-” I cut him off by kissing him.

“It’s okay, everything’s okay. Ash is okay with us being together, she saw how happy you make me.” I say with tears falling down my cheeks.

“So...you love me huh?” He said with a smirk on his face. “Oh shut up loser...of course I love you.” I said looking down.

“Well good...I love you too.” He said smiling at me. His lips smashed onto mine. The Uber driver then honked at us. We laughed and got into the car then went back to Colson’s place.

A/N: I hope this was okay!!! I’m sorry it took me so long to write it.

[sassysnowperson]

BINGO!!!!

Sneaking in with just a couple hours to spare! I got BINGO for @multifandomcommentbingo​ ! One row, and then a few extra squares that never QUITE connected.

Here’s the completed Google Docs Card to see what I got!

Links and recs below in the cut, and also in the linked card. I really enjoyed reading more broadly, and maybe you’ll find something to interest you too!

Nóstos - DachOsmin -

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29389122/chapters/72198468

Art

Achilles/Patrocles

Claimed for: Hurt/Comfort

Okay, so it's a little odd maybe to use art for hurt/comfort, but the moment depicted here FELT like comfort, after a lot of hurt. So I'm counting it. Gorgeous art!

Cargo - Robotboy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20997242/chapters/4993370

Fic

Poe/Bodhi

Claimed for: 3+ Chapters of a multichap

Delicious stuff here, Poe/Bodhi, really digging into Bodhi's mental trauma and the man he becomes while living with it. Poe is lovely as we see him through Bodhi's eyes.

who carried the hill - spqr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29323977/chapters/72017754

Luke/Din Djarin

Fic

Claimed for: Soulmates/Soulbond

This was cute, then it broke my heart, then it was sweet and lovely. Very much enjoyed the read!

Worship - youjik33

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29266989/chapters/7186982

Fic

Thanatos/Zagreus

Claimed for: Ficlet under 500 words

A lovely moment captured, about what it's like to love a god.

Riposte - Podfic and Fic

Riposte [Podfic] -  minnapods (minnabird) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/28420197

Riposte [Fic} -  Humanfish45 -  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24851248

Fic/Podfic

Mara/Luke

Claimed for: Podfic

Ace!Mara and Luke, Modern AU, really lovely moments that made me laugh. And well read! A delight :D

Trajectories of Charged Particles - Whalebone -

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28943064/chapters/71017344

Fic

Bodhi Rook & K-2SO

Claimed for: Gen

A quiet moment on Hoth between two people who see the world differently. Really enjoyed this!

Together - Celeste9 -

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16687612/chapters/39135478

Fic

Cassian/Shara/Kes

Claimed for: Threesome

I love this trio, and this was a lovely take on a very difficult time. The First Order is rising again and three dedicated retired soldiers contemplate the end of peace.

Fool's Hope - Astolat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29278248/chapters/71898807

Fic

Claimed for: Free Space

I've liked Astolat for a long time, and hey! New fic! I enjoyed all the society-building parts of this, the careful planning of how to create a civilization after war.

In from the cold - treescape

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28674012/chapters/70294485

Fic

Huddling for warmth

Din/Luke

Fluffy spaceship huddles! Very fun.

[the-darklings]

—eager for love, lacking of worth;

pairing: joseph seed x reader (rook)

word count: 1.4k+

warnings: angsty?

notes: so your girl decided to take a slight break from the soulmate!AU (Part 1 is at 19k and still WIP so good luck to all of you who will be reading that monster) and well I need practice at writing Papa Joe so here we are. (￣▼￣*)

prompt: 

thank you @jacobsknifeplay for sending the idea in! Saw it this morning and just ran with it! Hope you like it <33

. . .

Maybe paradise was real.

Feeling the sun on your shoulders, you inhaled deeply, staring up at the luscious trees surrounding you. The meadow was breathtaking; green and full of life as far as the eye could see. The air itself seemed to be sweet, and full of possibilities and peace. Reborn from death and ash.  

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered wetly, already knee deep in the water as it lapped across your legs. “It’s so beautiful.”

“It is.”

His soft voice reached you from behind, and you felt his warm fingers against your cheek, “Do not cry,” he soothed, “We have lost much but it’s up to us to rebuild it now.”  

“I feel so…raw,” you admitted quietly, something in your heart fracturing, splitting apart at his unfailingly patient expression. “Unworthy, dirty…I have no place here. You should have left me—”

His fingers cupped your cheeks, and he turned you around sharply. Inferno raged in those familiar blue depths and you exhaled shakily under that unnerving scrutiny. “Never speak of such things, Rook. Do you understand me? I’ve told you before, haven’t I? You’re all I have left now. God will not allow us to be parted.”

“You have your flock back.”

“And they’re not you.”

A harsh chuckle escaped you, and you wondered how even now—even after everything—he could still possibly care about you. Forgiveness, he told you endlessly; that was the only way to live, the only way to move forward. The only way to be free of hatred. Free of everything.

“Then baptize me,” you pleaded, closing your eyes at the phantom sensation of his warm fingertips brushing against your cheeks tenderly. “I want to atone but I don’t—I don’t know how, Joe. And I need to because this world…I can’t live in it like this.”

A strangled breath rushed out of him at your request, and he leaned back, his loose hair fluttering around his cheeks when the wind swept past you both.

For a long minute, only the sound of nature surrounded you both.

You eased yourself out of his grip, watching with a sad smile how his hands continued hovering in the air where you just stood.

“I want to be free,” you confessed weakly, “I want—I just want to be able to breathe without feeling this suffocating guilt—”

You knew it was unfair to tempt Joseph with the one thing he always wanted so desperately. Seven long years of learning how to live with yourself, of learning how to live with the guilt—the consequences—of your actions, and you still felt as lost as that first day. Even to this day, some part of you still refused to accept his truth.

Pride and Wrath.

Joseph and John were not wrong in their assessments.

Truthfully, you were haunted by those who died in your stead. You felt haunted by what you did to John, Faith and Jacob too.

A snake in their perfect paradise.

A murderer of hundreds, thousands, millions.

Shivering, you waded deeper in the river, your fingers sinking in the cool water, and a nostalgic smile tugged your lips upwards. It felt like a lifetime ago that you watched Faith do the same.

“Rook.”

Water encased your waist, and you shuddered at the sensation, not stopping. The current was picking up now, and you stumbled slightly, your feet slipping.

“Rook.”

You didn’t manage another step because arms wrapped around your waist like irons—unyielding and strong—pulling you back and pressing you against a warm chest.

“Not like this,” he breathed against your hair, and you felt the way his arms quivered around you. Fear, uncertainty. “Not like this, dear Rook, not like this. You’ve been given a chance to begin anew. Do not waste this gift. Do not let your despair destroy you now. Do not let their sacrifice be in vain,” he added, something worn and pained scratching through his tone.  

Tears stung your eyes and you leaned in his arms willingly. When had that changed? When had you stopped running, fearing, searching for ways to destroy him? Was it before or after the world was reduced to nothing? Before you tore everything he loved to shreds?

John, Faith and Jacob.

They died but you lived. Perhaps Joseph had a point. Giving up now would invalidate their deaths.

“When?”

Because you needed to know, needed to have something to hold onto.

Joseph’s arms tightened around you, and he tugged you towards the shore but you refused to budge, staring up at him through your blurry vision.

He looked older, haunted, worn. You could still remember how he looked at you that first night you met; brimming with divine purpose, fervent and driven. He didn’t even seem human back then.

Now he felt human though. Solid and warm beneath your fingers. Sad. 

“Seven years, Rook,” he began gently, voice low, and leaned closer. “We lived imprisoned together. God punished us for our sins with that action, but He is just and this is our reward. Do you know how I survived those long years in the darkness? You know full well that I am not a good man, and there were days…there were days when I too almost gave in to my anger and pain. There were days when I…”

It was hard to keep your breaths steady, “Tell me.”

“I thought about revenge,” he told you honestly, and there was such sadness there. “I thought about how easy it would be to hurt you after you took them from me. But I couldn’t. Every day I woke up and saw how much you needed me. How lost you were. How this was another test. Love thy enemy.”

“I deserved to be—“

His expression smoothed, that drilling stare focused solely on you, and you shook your head when he cupped your cheeks again. He leaned closer, his lips pressing a delicate kiss just below your eye—the exact same spot where silent tears had escaped only moments before.

“You deserve to forgive yourself,” he told you sternly, leaning back and tugging you towards the shore again. You hadn’t realised how cold you were until the numbness of your limbs registered. “So when you ask me when? I say to you when I know that you’re not doing this as a punishment. I will guide you, I will hold your hand in this journey, and show you His light. But not as a punishment, but as a loving act.”

You leaned your head against his arm as he walked you both towards dry land. “Somehow that’s crueller.”

His only reply was a kiss against the top of your head, “I’ve been called cruel before. I’ve been called worse. You know that better than most.”

A beat of silence.

SPLASH

Joseph halted, eyes wide as water trailed down the curves of his face. Few loose strands of hair stuck to his cheek and he turned to look at you.

“No self-hatred allowed,” you told him seriously, your voice still thick from your earlier tears. He blinked again, slower, and you felt a slight smile pull your lips back. It felt so nice to smile and mean it. “Besides, don’t think I forgot why we trekked out here in the first place.”

“Rook,” reproachful, wary, “I don’t think right now is the best time—“

“Now,” you cut him off and laced your fingers together. “Is the only time. Or I will gloat very loudly about the fact that The Father doesn’t know how to swim. Your flock will love it.”

Joseph must have seen something on your face or noticed the pathetic tremble of your fingers because his expression softened a touch.

“They’re yours too,” he noted stiffly, but not unkindly, “But if this…makes you happy, then yes.”

You forced a laugh, as stilted and as awkward as it was, and squeezed his fingers, leeching his warmth.

“Seeing the all-knowing Father flailing in the water for few hours?” you hummed sarcastically, ignoring his earlier statement. “Won’t miss that for the world. Besides, you promised me. Don’t you trust me?”

He gazed at you for a long moment—hard, unnerving moment that made your heart stutter. Then, with perfect ease, he lifted your laced fingers to his lips, ghosting his lips over your knuckles.

“With my life, dear Rook.”

It should have made you so happy hearing that.

It did.

But it also hurt more than you could ever describe.

You cleared your throat, feeling both lighter and heavier than you were just moments before. “Well, ready for your first splashing session?”

A faint smile curved his lips, and he tugged you closer, pressing his forehead against yours, “Show me.”    

. . .

an:.....please just assume they had a really cute splash session after this lol. I’m so sorry but my muse seems incapable of writing anything cute right now (it’s the soulmate!AU fic I tell you...it’s sucking all the cute out of me rn, so really blame John for this).

Also for someone who likes to pretend ND doesn’t exist or is 100% different, I always liked the idea of writing for older Joe who feels sort of misled and grieving oof.  

[scarletrebel]

⭐star⭐ waffle at me about your favourite lines youve written

ohhh friend you have opened a pandoras box and i hope you are ready also thank you aha

so i started…….. picking some lines and made the Executive Decision to just do one fic because i was planning on doing a couple from a handful of fics but turns out im far too prone to waffling about this kind of stuff because i love picking things apart and figuring out why they work because i love fuckign words and the things they evoke and stuff so yeah this is just some fave lines from most recent fic, requital. 

this was part of a ‘directors cut’ writer thing and if anyone has any more prompts, feel more than free to send them my way! 

Requital, Chp. 1: 

His honesty, wrapped tightly underneath a chivalrous act; a throwaway comment to soften the exposure of such a question, draws her closer.

She kisses him, and hopes that even though the motion is countless in the amount of times they’ve come together, that the answer is plain enough. A claim, she hears her own words in her head, tasting the tobacco of his morning cigarette on her tongue, the warmth of the pull at his hands on her hips.

so whilst i cant say this section was directly inspired by the ecdysis book, what i can say is that there is definitely some influence going on here, in particular these two lines from the page ‘synesthesia’:

“Wu Ming is a bonfire in the darkness, and she crawls toward his warmth.”

“Wu Ming leaves his questions by the wayside as he is drawn inexorably into the gravity well of her desperate honesty.” 

and thats not something i realised until i was writing the final draft, and im pretty pleased with myself considering not only is requital going to examine some of the similarities between avia and drifter, but also the fact that ecdysis is probably my favourite book. i mean…… ‘drawn inexorably into the gravity well of her desperate honesty’ what the FUCK KIND OF LINE its gorgeous i cant deal with it or this book or this page or how desperately gorgeous the tragedy of drifter and orins relationship is 

also…… look. im a hopeless romantic. always have been, probs always will be, so when i say avia and rook are soulmates i mean it in the cheesiest way possible. right before this is rook feeling a bit self-conscious about the whole awoken engaging thing, and theres no way avia can actually put into words how irrevocably in love she is with rook. so she kisses him, and hopes beyond hope that she can put those feelings into motions if not words. i also enjoy the small bit of possessiveness that came out of her too, because the whole ‘claim’ thing with the awoken was there since the first draft but this section came in the final edit, she thinks of it so casually but when she goes on to say that she’d actually duel anyone who came between them i…….. would not put it past her to be 100% down to do that. 

rook isnt a bonfire in the darkness, he’s an anchor in the deep, a solid tether when the sea becomes a storm. 

(ayyy where the FUCK WAS THAT WHEN I WAS WRITING THIS) 

Requital Chp. 2:

Here’s the thing, if you’ve gone through the trouble of decrypting this (a fortified certain-eyes-only encryption that took me a couple of hundred years to perfect, thank you very much), it at least means you’re interested, so hear me out.

i like this line a lot, for a few reasons. drifter knows avia well enough at this point to be well acquainted with her temper and lack of time for dealing with his nonsense. it’s the first flick of the coin between the two of them, drifter laying the proverbial gauntlet down and at the end of the day, its up to her whether or not she picks it up. 

and she does, avia asks levi to decrypt it, and the first thing she sees is drifter acknowledging that shes done so and asking her to at least hear him out. he’s kind of caught her out, and she can respect that even if thats not at the forefront of her mind. avia also has her own brand of curiosity when it comes to people like the drifter, so this is kind of the first inkling of that. and it also (i hope) makes you wonder if drifter is aware of that curiosity that she has, if he sent the message decrypted on purpose to get her interested. 

She smiles at the note, throws her legs over the bed and stretches around a yawn. Five minutes later, Levi puts her in her armour.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stick around?” The Ghost asks. “We don’t have anything urgent to do. There’s breakfast here.”

Avia hums, considering. She moves into the kitchen, glances over the fridge, the cupboards. She looks then onto the sofa, the sprawled pillows, untidy blankets. Suddenly the armour on her body feels heavy, out of place, like the metal has no right being somewhere like this.

“No. I’m not hungry, let’s go.”

“Okay,” Levi says in that tone of voice that lets her know they aren’t buying it. “Should we walk, or transmat?”

Avia notices the balcony door is still open. She walks over and closes it, the streets barely alive as one or two civilians walk to and fro, glancing idly at each other as they pass. “Transmat.”

avia immediately makes an comment about being all domestic with rook in chapter 1. its just not something that suits her in her own mind, and that line (even though i havent waffled about it bc dear god theres too much here already) was something i immediately knew i wanted if i was going to write a day of domestic bliss with her and her fiance, because i knew it’d be a hard thing for her to just get on with like a normal person aha. 

so, we get this part in chapter 2. the domestic bliss is over, and what avia knows best, what shes always known best, is a set of armour and getting back to work. however this part of herself contradicts that which she’s experienced for the past day, and especially the line ‘Suddenly the armour on her body feels heavy, out of place, like the metal has no right being somewhere like this.’ i put in to really reinforce that idea. its not the metal that feels out of place in this scene, its the person in the metal. and her eagerness to transmat straight to the tower rather than walk through the peaceful city streets shows her tendency to run from such thoughts.

this part came really naturally, actually. its a small snapshot into a bigger struggle avia has with herself (especially given the dreaming city, the reef, petra and now potentially going back to the worst part of the shore with drifter) of where she belongs, and more importantly, if she deserves to belong. which is why levi talks to her in that tone because they know what shes doing, theyve seen it so many times before – avia in a scenario that resembles something normal and running from it with no one around to stop her, because in her subconscious she doesnt believe she deserves it. 

“Ada-1, I believe, has fully settled into the Tower. She becomes more and more tolerable of the Guardians by the day. And with the discovery of Niobe labs, her mood has been favourable.”

i had no idea how fun scarlet was to write until i got to this part. she almost has her own language, really. writing ‘im really proud of ada because i spent all morning with her and she was only snippy with like two guardians and shes been really uplifted and im really happy for her since they found niobe labs’ in scarlets own ‘okay but heres the relevant information’ way of explaining things is a challenge but FUN. like, really fun?? 

because scarlet wouldnt be mentioning adas mood if she didnt care, ya know? and its not that she cant say that longer thing about being proud and stuff, its just that she doesnt see the sense in it and its not important information. like, if avia and eden were to spend a dedicated amount of time whittling her down she would absolutely say ‘i am so proud of ada and also i wanna smooch her face how do i do that as an exo’ but its just not a thing for her. but part of the reason why ada and scarlet being together was an idea that i had was because i imagine that line of thinking probably suits ada. 

“It was at Ada’s request. I had more knowledge of the area in its current state, and felt more comfortable talking to Ikora and her Hidden agents than Ada did…”

supportive exo girlfriends. that is all. man ive gotta write more about these two

“Hmm,” Ada wears a concerned stare masked behind a formal rigidity that Avia knows her Warlock teammate best for.

if im being honest, i just really enjoy this line. i imagine its hard for exos to show concern, esp a character like ada and my girl scarlet, so avia has spent a lot of time dissecting certain facial cues and yeah im proud of how this description came out aha

…as if she hadn’t spent the past few months clipping sidelong comments and threatening him when his Gambit veered out of the realm of her control.

avia is a control freak. plain and simple, and i wanted to make that as obvious as possible considering this sentence is only a few away from avia choosing to go and talk to drifter. 

there’s a certain amount of ‘i need to understand this thing that i have limited knowledge on so i can predict/control/plan for it in the future’ in how avia views drifter in general, its a kind-of warlock way of thinking about things but the big difference is avias need for control in these situations is a) selfish and b) only applies to things that she knows she has a good chance of understanding/taming. shes not going around learning about the hive because she has a good understanding that thats a cosmic threat that can only be defended against until it comes. drifter on the other hand is on her doorstep.

i also really loved the contradiction in putting ‘gambit’ and ‘control’ next to each other in a sentence, i kinda hoped it showed how conflicted avia is about going and talking to drifter, and maybe even how naive it is of her to think that it could turn out okay. 

She was incensed, maybe, at the way he spoke to Ada, needed to go and stomp the idea out of his head but he got her talking, like he does

i like this line bc its avia acknowledging that she knows how shes viewed. she knows everyone sees her as a hot-head, she knows her anger veers away from her sometimes and whilst she’s gotten better at getting a handle on it, it’s still an aspect of her that people who dont know her well enough find it hard to get past. 

i also enjoy how new people to this fic/avia in general might not know that this is a big part of her? so she’s trying to use it as an excuse, ‘well no one can blame me if i say i got really mad because thats what i do’ and it (hopefully) tells new people about that aspect of her character without having to show the worst part of it, the convo with ada being an introduction to it i guess – especially since the past few scenes have seen her a lot softer than im used to writing aha. 

“Dammit,” she mutters under her breath. And walks towards the Drifter before she can make a better decision

fun fact – this line was originally ‘and walks down the corridor before she can make a better decision.’ 

i changed it because i wanted to make it more obvious that avia is making a conscious decision to choose drifter, that she’s walking towards a path that she knows is not a good idea. it provides foreshadowing for the allegiance quest and referring to him as ‘The Drifter’ cements it as an idea that she’s walking towards and not necessarily a person. 

[momomomma2]

Soulmate AU Dep/Sharky boy?? 👀🔥

Rook gets bullied for it when he’s a kid. It doesn’t come as a shock but it still sucks, teaches him how to pay back insults with sharp barbs and busted knuckles. His mom thinks it’s so romantic, spends hours dreaming about what sort of high class boy has a name like Charlemagne.

She makes him take French for years in case his soulmate might not speak English. The phrase “I started French lessons at age 6 because of you, you son of a bitch” is something carved into the back of his mind that he will never forget, even if he never speaks a lick of the language again in his life.

But he grows up. Grows older. Even takes a year between military service and Sheriff’s Department training to go to France. But nothing. He meets a few named Charlemagne but it never matches up precisely, the last name wrong or the spelling a little off.

Nothing.

So Rook does what most people do; resolve that it will happen or it will not and tucks it away in some far corner of his mind. To be fair, nearly the same week he arrives in Hope County, he’s got better things to worry about. A cult. A fucking cult. And he’s some rookie straight out of the academy totally unprepared for this but Rook’s learned to fight from a young age and he’s too damn stubborn to stop now.

So he fights, does what’s asked of him, gains a few friends along the way. Which leads him to here and now. Answering a radio call that, for once, didn’t seem distressed or in need of immediate help. Rook climbs out of the car, squints against the sunlight at the figure standing on top of a trailer, and rears back a bit when he starts spraying fire at the ground below him.

For the love of God.

His stomach clenches in an odd way as he climbs the ladder, boosting himself up onto a nearby trailer roof, but Rook just idly shoves it down with a thought that he should eat soon. It persists, twisting his head around, vision a little wobbly as he makes his way across the makeshift walkways between the trailers. But he makes his way, raising a cautious hand and calling over the roar of the fire as soon as he steps onto the trailer the man is on.

“Hope County Sheriff’s Department! Sir? You sent out a call?”

The man turns, grins, cuts the flame to cradle it against his chest and nod his head in acknowledgement.

His next words make Rook go cold, knees weakening so fast Rook thinks he might actually pass out.

“I am Charlemagne Victor Boshaw. But if you require more brevity in your day to day life, you can just call me Sharky.”

Rook cuts him off with an upheld hand, shoved probably too close to his face, hands already pulling at his shirt. The words are scrawled just under his collarbone, a necklace he’s never been able to take off, and he sees Sharky’s mouth drop open the second he lifts his shirt up to his throat.

“My name is Rook Wylde. Rook Rhys Wylde.” He winces, “I...know that it sucks. Sorry. My parents really liked it.”

“Dude,” Sharky breathes, grin too wide, scrambling to set his firepack aside, yanking and pulling on his own hoodie. “You got stuck with fucking Charlemagne. I’m not even mad.”

His name is there. Black as ink, scrawled across skin that’s littered with tiny scars and burns, on Sharky’s flesh in the same place it takes up on Rook’s body. Rook lets his shirt drop, hands already reaching out, meeting Sharky halfway. They come together, laughing, brightness in Rook’s chest to beat out the sun burning down from above.

“I learned fucking French for you!” Rook says in between desperate kisses, everything fading away except Sharky’s hands, his mouth, the sweetness of his laughter. “I thought you were some haughty French fuck somewhere in a random castle or something!”

“Dude, I learned chess because of you. If you don’t play, I’m gonna set like...every chessboard in Montana on fire.”

“I play, I play, I’ll teach you.” Rook laughs, shaking his head, unable to stop kissing him.

He’d heard stuff about soulmates before. How meeting them felt like a puzzle piece clicking into place. His parents were soulmates, he grew up seeing how they complimented each other in perfect ways, and always longed for something like that. He’s not quite sure it’ll be the same but fuck, this is amazing. This is the best day of his life by far, even with the cult still making his days a living hell.

“Man, this is like some Disney shit. I can’t believe--” Sharky stops then, pulling back a bit, hands still on Rook’s cheeks. “Wait...uh...Sheriff’s Deputy, right? Uhm...so you like...legally can’t arrest me? Cause we’re, y’know, soulmates?”

“Uh...no? I mean, legally no, I can’t. I’d have to get someone else to...if you needed to be arrested for something?”

“Oh man,” Sharky drags him over, one hand dropping to catch and pick up the firepack, tipping his head towards the pedals on the floor. “You know those Angels?”

Rook winces, thinks of soulless gazes and inhuman growling, “Yeah. Know’em a little too well.”

Sharky grins, slips the pack on, and slides his hand right back into Rook’s, bringing it up to press a kiss to the back of it that scratches with the sensation of his beard.

“Let me introduce you to the Disco Inferno. Most romantic date you’ve ever been on, I promise. And then later, maybe we can talk about doing it how I like to do it best, no pants and no rules.”

“No pants, huh?” Rook grins, tucks himself in close, feels his heartbeat skip with the excitement practically radiating from Sharky. “Tell me more.”

“You just wait, baby. I’ll tell ya everything.”

[heliager]

This is a game where you answer the questions I provide at the end, and then create your own questions + tag whoever you want to participate.

Tagged by @getluckywithbucky 

1. What’s your biggest pet peeve when interacting with other people? 

I hate when people talk over me. It happens all the goddamn time and I can’t fucking stand it. Like its one thing if it’s a rapid-fire group conversation, these things happen and not everything gets heard, but even there I’ll try to interject with a relevant comment and someone always has something ‘more important’ to add so they steamroll right over me and when no one notices, if I do it back then I look like an asshole.

2. How did you come across your current hobby/passion/job/entertaining activity?

my current whatever is mostly just wandering the internet these days, with an emphasis on youtube. rook and i have been working our way through Critical Role again, and rook’s the one who got me into it so.

3. What’s the weirdest/funniest/etc thing you’ve ever done or encountered at 3 in the morning?

hmm... when i lived with my parents still, they lived in a townhouse complex that had a pool, and once in a while during the summer we’d get teens from all over the area who would sneak in and splash around? I was usually awake when it happened so I’d keep an eye out and make sure no one was like, drowning or anything but I never cared enough to get them in trouble, but sometimes someone else would and so they’d have to haul themselves out of the pool and make a run for whatever they had used to hop the fence, and sometimes they didn’t always manage to grab all their shit so once I got to watch a kid jump the fence and haul ass across the lawn in his underwear

maybe not THE ABSOLUTE weirdest or funniest but probably in the top 10

4. If you drink alcohol, what was your first experience with it like? If you don’t, what allergy are you happy you don’t have? 

my parents would let me have alcohol at like family dinners and whatever once I hit about 15/16? so it was just a thing, but my first time drunk was at like a 4th of july party or something and there were jello shots and also I had one too many cokes with vanilla vodka and no one caught on until I was actually drunk. it’s honestly the only time I’ve ever been really drunk.

also just for the hell of it, i’m happy i’m not allergic to nuts

5. If you could do anything you wanted for one day, what would it be?

tbh i’d probably rob as many banks as possible??? they’re insured fuck it and then i’d give all of my friends as much money as I could

6. What do you think about the concept of soulmates, whether romantic or platonic?

conceptually I love the whole idea, I read soulmate fics like they’re going out of style my dude realistically it’s a little bit more complicated... though I do consider @nerdalay to be my platonic soulmate :) so I mean there’s always the possibility? but I don’t think there’s only one destined person for everyone, I think it depends on who you are at the time, where you are geographically, etc. etc. like there are probably lots of people who could be soulmate-level compatible with you, it all just depends on the time and place and whatever

7. Tell me your favorite ridiculous historical, literary, art, science, or whatever field you find interesting, fact.

okay so I have two that I can think of

one: roman emperor caligula once declared war against the gods and had his army wade into the sea and begin stabbing at it with their swords

two: “also the reason why there is a h in ghost is because when the printing press first came to england the only people trained to operate it were flemmish speaking, and they put a h after g because that’s what you do in flemmish. they put shit like ghirl and ghoose, but the only reason why ghost stuck is because people saw ‘the holy ghost’ in the bible and were like ‘well, that MUST be right’.” from this post

8. If you could be famous, would you? Why?

part of me has the biggest ego and would love to be well known and famous and popular so that everyone could see like, how awesome and important I am

but the rest of me has hella anxiety and wants nothing to do with that at all, so

9. If you have siblings, what’s the dumbest thing they’ve ever done around you? If you don’t, what’s the dumbest thing your closest friend has ever done around you?

oh man my friends do dumb shit all the time but there’s not really any one specific moment that stands out... it’s all little stuff that happens weekly and then we give each other shit for a few days and move onto the next stupid thing

10. What do you think about when it’s 10 pm and there’s a thunderstorm?

that i wish i could be a storm, honestly well.. thunderstorms make me kind of like, wistful and nostalgic sort of, but they also relax me more than just about anything else like I hate loud noises but goddamn do i love me some thunder so i sort of just drift if I can at all also I’m usually really hoping it lasts because I love thunderstorms so so so much, i miss them :/

11. If there is anything or anyone that you don’t want to imagine life without, what do you think would life be like without it/them?

like do i know that something/someone is suddenly missing from my life or did I just never have it/them at all? because if it’s the first I’d probably be miserable as fuck tbh, and also I’d die a lot more on the inside and I’d just be going through the motions of life because I’m an all or nothing kind of person apparently

if the second option... shit a lot would be different that’s a disconcerting thought tbh. i’d still probably be pretty miserable? the comfort and distraction from how shitty high school and parts of my 20′s were wouldn’t have been there and tbh I may not actually have survived this long now that I think about it... hm.

I’m tagging @12marina21, @nerdalay, @yangsarm, @bespectacledbookworm, @zsmilebomb, @fallendeadtech, @i-eat-dreams and if you like any of the questions I’ve listed here and I haven’t tagged you, go ahead and answer them! Tag me in them, I’d love to read them :)

Questions to be answered:

1. If you could instantly learn any technical/physical skill or multiple related skills for use in your life what would they be and why?

2. Would you prefer to live in space, underground, or under the ocean for a year?

3. Have you ever actually seriously considered what it would be like if you were offered immortality, and if you were, would you take it? Why or why not?

4. What is your favorite natural physical feature of the planet? (can be as specific as a single place or as broad as like, the mountains or something)

5. If you were a wizard in the HP world, what is the happiest memory you could use to cast the patronus charm?

6. Would you ever take anything back, if you could do it without consequence? (words, physical items, time)

7. If you could punch any historical figure in the face who would you pick?

8.  What sort of magic would you have, if you had to pick only one? (i.e. pyromancy, technomancy, etc.)

9. What movie always makes you cry every time without fail?

10. What is the absolute perfect breakfast for you, both food and location?

11. Tell me a story.

[pomefioredove]

rook and romance is a fascinating duality to me, and with every new tidbit of information we get on him the more tempted I am to hc him aromantic because. I get it.

on one hand we have rook the poet, connoisseur of the beautiful, constantly singing praises to every pretty thing he sees (and he can find beauty in anything, really).

...and then on the other hand we have rook the hunter, the watcher, the analyst, who finds more contentment in studying people than being intimate with them, who keeps himself at a safe distance, even from his objects of admiration. he's very guarded, very private to the point of being unreadable, of making even his closest friends feel unsettled.

there's a line on his jp suitor suit card (God help me if I could find the post again...) where he says he's not particularly interested in romantically committing himself to anyone just yet. tsk tsk...

there's just... so much about him that's misread as romantic when it blatantly is not. rook is obsessive. he chases his interests because he wants to understand them from every angle, it's his whole thing with being a hunter. he keeps himself at a distance, at an advantage. to me, that's not quite love. it's... study. I get it because I do the same thing, in a way.

(not that he's heartless, of course. rook clearly values his friendships a lot. he's a highly emotional and caring and good person, and he follows his heart).

his passions are intense enough to be mischaracterized as romance, whereas I think rook falling in love with someone (really falling in love with someone) would be such a quiet and soft and slow process. it would be a soulmate situation, with someone he sees as tangible, someone real and present, who he doesn't have to put on a shelf in order to keep himself at a distance. someone who he can be comfortable and a little more open with. someone he can touch, you know? someone who grounds him a little more. the obsession is there but it's distinctly different.

cannot get it out of my head. maybe it's just the character analysis aro in me but there's something there

[momomomma2]

Ooo how about a soulmate au with Joseph? Or any of the Seeds really 😍 I love your writing!!!

Rook’s not happy they’re doing this at nighttime. He’s not happy they’re doing it period, to be fair, but he wishes they could’ve waited until the sun rose. The Sheriff had found and lost his soulmate a few years back, he’d seen Burke flash a picture of a gorgeous woman with tumbling curls when he and Sheriff had discussed it, and Joey’s...unwilling to tell him, but she can tell if Rook’s wearing different colors socks so that’s something.

Not Rook. The world is black and white even at high noon and now, with darkness throwing shadows and the fires a too bright white, he’s suffering. He follows, keeps his eyes on the broad stretch of the Sheriff’s shoulders, a few feet back but close enough that no one can slip in between. Careful. Cautious.

He’s barely listening to the Sheriff and Burke argue in front of the church, nodding along when the Sheriff glances his way, ears too full of the pound of his heart and spitting words of the cult members. The door swings open and he obediently steps inside before freezing in place, heart skipping and nearly stopping in his chest.

Was that...no, that’s not possible. A trick of the light. His brain playing games as it gets soaked in wave after wave of adrenaline.

Rook doesn’t have a soulmate so the sharp flash of red in his peripheral must have been nothing more than just...panicked fever dreaming. Nevermind the fact that he’s painfully aware that he’s awake.

He hurries to catch up, having lost distance between him and the others, and winces when Burke shoves a paper in Joseph Seed’s face. Shit. 

So much for careful and cautious.

Joseph doesn’t seem bothered by it and Rook’s hand drops to his side when the others in the church crowd in between them. The Sheriff is yelling, his heart is racing, and Rook can’t get a breath in when colors start to flash in and out of focus.

The Marshal’s title is in yellow across his chest. The man behind Joseph has red hair. His uniform is green, not the brown he always thought it was.

No, nonono, this is bad. This is so bad. Why the fuck did he agree to come here?

“Rookie, cuff this sonofabitch.”

His hands shake, following orders without thinking, unhooking the cuffs from his belt. He steps forward, sees the Sheriff scowl at Burke, and his breath catches in his chest as Joseph extends his hands.

“God will not…” He pauses, mouth falling slack for a moment, head tipped to the side like a dog hearing something moving in the distance. The smile that curves his mouth makes Rook want to throw up. Or maybe that’s just the fact that the world is flashing, colors fading in and out, a disco show from hell.

“I see, Lord. You are, as ever, magnanimous in your gifts.”

“Come on, Rook.” Burke snaps, too close to his side, so irritated.

Rook wants to shove the cuffs at him. Tell him to do it instead. Stumble to a pew and sit, maybe throw up a little.

He doesn’t. He reaches forward, eyes caught in Joseph’s focused gaze, unable to look away. It feels like a shockwave when they touch, like Rook just grabbed onto a live wire with his bare hands.

And the world explodes into color. So fast it takes his breath away, has him dropping Joseph’s wrist and the cuffs, stumbling backwards. He doesn’t stabilize, landing on his ass, feet kicking out as he tries to scramble back like he’d gotten too close to a cliff side.

He did, in some ways.

The Sheriff looks between them for a moment, face pale under the brim of his hat, and Burke’s got his gun drawn. He’s screaming for a moment until he’s knocked out by the redhead who’d stood behind Joseph. But Rook can’t watch, can’t focus on it, not when Joseph’s advancing on him like a cougar tracking its prey.

He kneels down between Rook’s legs, hands catching his thighs, pulsing the world bright and colorful for a split second. He exhales, shaky and soft, breath smelling curiously of mint, and slides one hand up to slip his glasses from his face, letting them fall carelessly.

God, Joseph’s eyes are so fucking blue.

“The Lord giveth...and the Lord taketh. Such is the way of life. You have brought such chaos to my home, to my flock, on this night. And I have withstood. Suffered through it. And in return?” He sighs, hands trailing up, fingertips brushing over Rook’s heaving chest until he can cup his cheeks. “He has given me the other half of my soul. I have had so much taken from me...but now I see. I see the reason and the rhyme behind it.”

“I don’t want this.” Rook whispers desperately, shakily, his whole body shuddering as Joseph tips their foreheads together.

He exhales, half a laugh, half exasperation. “You will. We are made for each other. You will.”

Joseph leans back, allowing Rook’s panicked gaze to drift to where the blonde woman is dancing around the Sheriff, sprinkling some kind of white-green mist that makes his head hurt if he tries to focus too hard on it. He can’t see Burke, but he knows he’s down on the floor underneath the redhead--either that or the man is glaring at the hardwood for another reason.

“Come, my love. Let me introduce you to my flock, to my family. Allow me to welcome you to Eden’s Gate.”