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Have Your Cake And Eat It Too

Chapter Nine of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Ten

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.5K

Chapter Overview: Wednesday brings a date and Friday brings an unwelcome fate

TW: Oral (f&m receiving), Fingering

Notes: hey everyone !! sorry for the delay to my unofficial posting schedule ! i was battling writers block and life threw a bunch of bullshit at me this week. in better news...i got a kitten today ! my friends were fostering four kittens and I fell in love with one and now we are basically soulmates. ANYWAY... there has been a small resurgence for my One Condition (reader x Din Djarin) fic recently which has made me smile ((: i updated the tag list so let me know if i missed you/ you want to be added ! as usual...my asks are always open & happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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Frankie’s house hasn’t been this clean since he first bought it. He isn’t a dirty man, he is probably one of the cleanest he knows if he's being honest, but suddenly everything looked dull compared to your sparkle. The chemical fumes from all of the products he is using have made him light headed. He just cracks open some of his kitchen windows and keeps on working. He has been deep in soap and suds since he got off work today at 7:30 P.M.. So far he has managed to vacuum off of the carpets and rugs, wipe down all the sinks and scrubbed the toilet (he even made sure to put the seat down), cloroxed the stove and the countertops, fluffed the couches pillows, and put fresh sheets on his bed.

Last night after his ‘work meeting’, he ran to the grocery store to pick up some ingredients for your date this Wednesday. You both decided on a quiet night in since your weeks have been surprisingly busy. Neither one of y’all had the energy to battle the busy crowds of a restaurant. He left the store with chicken, potatoes, asparagus, and some extra spices he didn’t already have. As soon as he got home that evening, he began making a marinade for the chicken so it could soak overnight. He spent his entire lunch break today sifting through dozens of different recipes on how to best prepare asparagus and calculating how much time he would have to put all the food together before you arrived tonight. When you texted him to confirm that 9:30 was still a good time for you to come over, he answered quickly saying ‘yes, but take your time closing with Benny’. He was filled with a combination of happiness and stress when you told him that Benny graciously told you that you didn’t need to help close tonight because you had a date. Damn, there goes the extra padding of time he thought he might have. He wanted to see you so badly, but he also wanted to be finished before you arrived so he wouldn't be distracted by cooking. You were the only thing that he wanted to give his undivided attention to.

***

You’re practically vibrating in the front seat as you pull up to Frankie’s house. Much to your dismay, he refused to tell you what he was preparing for dinner. If you didn’t know what the two of you were eating, the option of buying a wine to pair with it was obviously out of the question. Well, when in doubt, make a chocolate chip bundt cake. Your only worry now is that he had already made something sweet. You park in his driveway like he told you and you take the cake’s carrying case from the passenger seat out of the car with you. After setting the dessert on the roof of the car, you look down at the casual dress you decided to wear. It’s comfortable and flowy which fits the warm Florida weather perfectly and the color of the fabric compliments your skin effortlessly. You didn’t want to over dress since the date is only at his house, but you still wanted to look nice for him to show that you care. Figuring that there isn’t any point in dwelling on your clothing choice since there is no time to go home and change, you pop your trunk to grab the overnight bag that you packed. Frankie not so subtly mentioned that by the time dinner was over it would be ‘too late to drive home’ and that it would be ‘much safer’ for you to spend the night. Who were you to argue with his bulletproof logic? You swing the bag over your shoulder, collect the cake, and walk yourself up to his front door. The mouth watering smells coming from inside have managed to leak their way past the door and tease you and your empty stomach. You knock with your foot as your hands are a bit occupied by what you’re currently carrying.

When he opens the door the two of you are quiet for a split second as you take each other in. His hair is on full display now with the absence of his cap. You suspect that it might have something to do with the shower he took. The ends of his curls are still damp from the water. He’s wearing jeans that you don’t think you have seen him in before and a crisp looking white henley.

“Wow.” Frankie feels exactly the way he did when he first saw your photo on Benny’s phone. “You’re beautiful.”

“You don’t clean up too badly yourself.” You blush.

He leans down and kisses you, but as he pulls away you notice that he slipped the cake carrier out of your hand.

“Hey! You don’t have to-”

“But I want to. Remember?” He gives you a playful wink before waving you inside.

If you thought it smelled good on his front stoop, there are hardly words to describe how it smells inside. The whole house is warm with the scent of cooking chicken. It’s the kind of smell that feels like it's wrapping your whole body in a hug. While restaurants are wonderful, nothing compares to homemade cooking. The two of you walk into the kitchen and you spot an electric grill on the counter with four thick chicken breasts cooking on it. As you walk further in, you see that he has two trays of food heating in the oven.

“You did all of this yourself? It looks amazing!” You say walking over to set both your purse and your overnight bag down by the couch. “Can I help with anything?”

“Uhhh,” An alarm goes off on the oven as he starts to flip the meat on the grill. “Actually, help would be great. Would you mind taking the potatoes and asparagus out of the oven for me while I handle this? I have mitts that you can use to grab them in that drawer right there.”

You locate the drawer and take out a set of oven mitts and two pot holders. The pot holders you place on the counter beside the oven so the trays will have a place to be set so they can cool. You open the oven and take each tray out carefully and set them down in their respective spots.

“Okay, what next?” You ask.

“I printed out the recipe I’m using for the asparagus. It should be over there by you.”

“You printed out the recipe?” You laugh, turning to look at the man next to you.

“What? I like to have a physical copy of things. The text on my phone is just too small to read sometimes and it's annoying that it turns off when I’m in the middle of looking at it.”

“Those aren’t bad reasons.” You confess as you pick up the paper. “Have you thought about getting glasses? You know, so you can see your phone better?”

“I don’t want to get glasses.” You have to stifle another laugh because he sounds like a grumpy child right now.

“And why is that?” You walk around him to grab the lemon in his fruit basket that the recipe calls for.

“They are going to make me look…” He mumbles the last word in the sentence so you can't hear it clearly.

“They are going to make you look what?” You press while slicing the lemon in half so you can squeeze its juice over the vegetables.

“Old.”

“Frankie!” You stop what you’re doing and face him directly. “You are not going to look ‘old’ with glasses! You aren’t even old to begin with.”

“I’m almost 45.” He counters. “Hold that plate for me, please.”

You do as he asks, but you aren’t done with this discussion. “I’m a few years shy of 30. Do you think I’m old?”

“No! Of course I don’t think that!”

“Then what’s your point? You only have a couple years on me.”

“A couple?” He raises his eyebrows.

“Shut up and finish plating the chicken will you? The bottom line is that you won’t look old. If anything you’re going to look even more handsome. I like the way glasses look on men.” You smirk.

“I’ll think about it.” He blushes. “For you.”

“Do it because you want to see, Frankie! Now help me over here.”

The two of you talk back and forth while you finish the asparagus and he prepares the baked potatoes. This is a different kind of intimacy than you are used to. The intimacy that you had come to associate with partners was skin on skin contact and hands tangled in hair, but this is seemingly more personal. You could have sex with anyone you wanted at any time you wanted, but fucking someone doesn’t make you compatible with them. You don’t have to talk during sex, like really talk. Standing shoulder to shoulder with someone while you cook and casually talk about summer vacations you each went on as children or pets you had growing up was intimacy that you didn’t know you were lacking, that you were craving. This was the kind of intimacy that you only thought lived in between the pages of a book.

“Oh my God! This is so good! I haven't eaten like this in forever!”

Dinner finally found its way to each of your plates along with a cold beer to wash it down.

“It’s just a hobby, but I’m glad you like it.” He smiles, cutting another bite of food for himself. “The guys and I sometimes take turns cooking dinner when we go over to each other's places when we watch the game or before beach trips.”

“Benny was telling me about those a few weeks ago actually! He said that y’all haven’t had one in a while because life has gotten in the way. What would you say if we went during a weekend in March? My friend Robbie, the one I told you about last weekend, is coming down to visit me then and what better way is there to introduce her to Florida?”

“That sounds really nice. It will be great to go with you, Robbie, and the guys. God knows we could all use a break.”

Speaking of the guys,” Questions that have been plaguing you since you first looked at the contents of his room swim to the tip of your tongue. “What did all of y’all do when you were in the service? Like your jobs?”

“What a question.” He reclines back in his chair. “Let’s see…Pope was the man with the plan. He was always plotting the best entry and exit point for us on missions. He was usually the one that found us the job in the first place too. Will was the one who kept us all on task and on time. I've never met another person alive who keeps track of things the way he does. He has actually kept count of every single speech he has given at the VA.” He chuckles.

“Why am I not surprised?” You love how he looks when he is discussing his friends. He’s so full of love and pride.

“Benny was the guns. We can all shoot really well, I mean that's what we were trained to do, but Benny can shoot ridiculously well.” He stops to take a sip of his beer. “We had a captain as well. His name was Tom, but he was Redfly to us. He was the one who led all of the missions we went on.”

“Is that the man in the group photo that you have in your bedroom?”

“You saw that, huh? Yeah, that’s him. He,” Frankie clears his throat. “He moved away about a year ago and unfortunately we fell out of touch. But, that's what all our jobs were.”

“And you?” You’re resting your head in the palms of your hands with the look of curiosity painted across your face. ‘What did you do?”

“I was- I was the pilot. Whatever needed to be driven or flown on a mission, I was the man to do it. Vehicles are nice, don't get me wrong, but flying? God, there isn’t anything else like it in the world.”

“What does it feel like?” Your dinner grows colder, but your heart grows warmer as he talks.

“I don’t think I can do it justice, but I’ll try. When I’m in the cockpit of a helicopter, I feel so at peace. It sounds weird to say that operating a machine that weighs tons of pounds can give me that feeling, but it's the truth. Nothing can take it away either. Not the guys yelling over the headsets that we have to wear inside, not the chaos of whatever mission we are currently on, not even the millions of beeping sounds coming from the controls. It's just me and the open sky.”

“What’s been your favorite view?” You could listen to him talk about this for hours.

“Apart from the one I currently have right now? That's going to be hard to pick.” You have to temporarily look away from him to hide how hard you’re blushing at his comment. “I would have to say it was when I was piloting a helicopter over some mountains. The mountains themselves were beautiful, but as soon as we got close enough, the sun peaked out from behind them. It made the mountains look like they had halos.”

“I would give anything to see something like that.” You say wistfully.

“I could, if you wanted, show you sometime.”

“Oh my God! Really? Frankie, are you serious? You would do that?”

“Of course I’m serious! I want you to experience it first hand.” His million dollar smile slips for a fraction of a second. “It might take me a while to get my hands on a helicopter though.”

“I don’t mind waiting.” You rest your hand over his on the table. “At the risk of sounding corny, the best things in life are always worth the wait.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” He turns his hand over so that your palms are touching. “Do you want to cut some slices of cake and curl up on the couch to watch some TV?”

He takes your squeal of excitement as a ‘yes’. You work together to pack up all of the leftovers and load the dishwasher. He tries to cut the cake himself, but you shoo him away.

“You have done enough work for one day. Let me take care of the cake at least. Why don’t you go relax on the couch and find something for us to watch?”

You cut two hearty pieces and set them on plates for the both of you. It's shocking how natural it feels to exist with him like this. There isn’t a label on what y’all have, but you don’t mind right now. All that matters is that you’re enjoying yourself and you wouldn’t want to spend your Wednesday night any other way.

“Alrighty.” You set down the plates along with two forks on the coffee table. “What did you find?”

“How do you feel about Narcos Mexico?

“I’ve been meaning to start that one actually!” You plop yourself down on the couch next to him. “Robbie and I binged Narcos when it first came out. We finished it in a matter of days. It was probably a little unhealthy now that I think about it. She had the biggest crush on Murphy, but I was partial to Peña.”

“Should I be worried?” He hits play and adjusts his arm so that it drapes over the back of the couch. His fingers are able to brush over your collarbone rhythmically.

“I wouldn’t say so.” You look up at him. “Lucky for you, I prefer the real thing over something fictional any day.”

“Lucky for me indeed.”

He takes the hand that is toying with your collarbone and uses it to gently tilt your chin up towards him. Your lips are captured by his in a kiss. Without warning a low moan comes from your throat. It had only been two days since he had touched you last, but why did it feel like a lifetime? His free hand slides up your thigh, taking the hem of your dress with it. He can feel your pulse quicken and your breath hitch when he moves your underwear to the side and starts to rub circles on you. His voice is strained and raspy when he speaks to you.

“I missed the way you felt around my fingers, mi estrella.” One of his fingers finds its way inside of you. “So tight I can barely move.”

His words have you clenching around him and gasping for air when you feel yourself stretching to allow another finger in. Your back arches off the couch as he makes contact with the spongy spot inside you.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me? I could hardly get any work done these past few days because you’re all I can think about.”

Your head falls back against the plush pillows of the couch. He presses sloppy kisses along your jawline as your mouth parts to allow shallow breaths and quiet moans to escape.

“Look at this beautiful neck.” His tongue charts a warm, slick path up it. “God, I wonder what it would look like with my hand wrapped around it?”

You stretch your neck out for him as if to silently say ‘come and find out for yourself’.

The hand that he initially used to tilt your head up comes to snuggly wrap around your throat. With each squeeze, pump of his fingers, and rub of your clit you can feel yourself start to gradually lose control.

“That’s it, pretty girl. I want you to soak my fingers.”

Even with his hand restricting your airway, your moans have gone from quiet to boisterously loud. You can hear him groaning in your ear as he watches his fingers disappear inside your wet pussy over and over again.

“That feels so fucking good.” You gasp out.

You can feel your legs starting to shake and the fire in your lower belly aching to be put out.

“Let go for me.” He whispers.

You cry out as your orgasm rips through your body. He guides you through your bliss with honeyed words.

“So fucking pretty coming all over my fingers. Such a good girl for me.”

When he reluctantly takes his fingers out of you, you grab his wrist with your hand and bring his drenched fingers to your waiting lips. You can see him watching you with lust clouded eyes from your peripheral vision as you take them in your mouth. You allow your tongue to glide across and lick them clean of the mess that you just made. After you are content with your work, you pull them from your mouth with a satisfying pop and lazily roll your head so you can face Frankie.

“It’s your turn.”

“Oh?” He’s breathing almost as hard as you are.

“I want you in my mouth next.”

“Oh.”

Without breaking eye contact, you lower yourself onto your knees and situate your body in between his legs. He scoots down deeper into the couch and opens his legs wider. His lids hang low on his eyes as he undoes his belt for you. When he’s done, you take over by unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down. Your mouth starts watering when you pull him free from his boxers. As you take him in your hand a guttural moan comes from the man in front of you. You tap the tip on your tongue a few times before wrapping your lips around it. Beads of pre come dissolve in your mouth as you begin to suck.

You take your time with him. Only taking him deeper into your hot mouth every once and a while. His hand comes up to pull your hair out of your way. His words go from slurred to unable to understand when you attach your lips to his balls. Your hand continues to pump him while you kiss and suck below the shaft. His thighs twitch and jerk with every touch you grant him. Licking a long stripe up his length, you connect your mouth to him again while your hands work in tandem. You dare to take a peek at the man coming undone above you. God, he’s breathtaking. Once perfect hair, now going every which way, sweat making his forehead shine, and plump lips being pushed out by his ragged breathing. You can feel yourself grow wet for him all over again.

“Fuck, I love the way you look with my cock in your mouth.” He fumbles out. “It feels like your mouth was made for me.”

Even with your hollowed out cheeks beginning to burn, you keep pushing yourself. You want him to feel as good as he makes you feel. When his stomach starts to heave, you know he’s close. You take him all the way down your throat. The coarse hair at his base brushes against your nose and you can feel tears trickling their way down your cheeks.

“I’m gonna come.” He speaks frantically.

You place your hands on his thighs and keep him deep inside your mouth. Immoral sounds erupt from him as he spills down your throat. You hum as you feel it going down. You pull off of him, but softly lick him clean as he lays disheveled against the cushions. He watches with intense infatuation as you use your finger to gather some of him that is left on your lower lip and push it to your tongue. You smile contently at him as he reaches down to pull you into his lap. He wastes no time tasting himself on you. In some possessive corner of his brain, he can’t help but feel like you are his now. He hasn’t said it out loud yet, but he hopes you can feel the genuine care he has for you in the way he kisses you. He hopes you can feel it in the way that he touches you.

“Let’s go to bed.” You breathe into him.

“Something tells me we won’t be getting much sleep.” He says standing with you in his arms. “I don’t mind one bit.”

***

The majority of your Friday shift is spent selling tickets for the fights this evening. You were excited to attend this week's match on Frankie’s arm. Honestly, you were excited to see Will and Santi as well. Between juggling your dad and trying to see Frankie as much as possible, you hadn’t had any quality time with your other two friends.

“I have a problem.” Benny pokes his head around the brick wall that separates you from the rest of the gym. “But I think you can solve it. If you don’t kill me first that is.”

“I feel like I’m going to regret asking this, but,” You spin your chair around to face him. “What can I do for you, Benny?”

“So you know my regular ring girl? The one that has those cool purple streaks in her hair?” You nod in confirmation. “Well, she just texted me sayin’ that she has the flu.”

“You’re kidding.” You know exactly where he is going with this.

“I wish I was.” He’s now standing awkwardly in front of you. “However, like I said before, I think you can help me.”

“Are you asking me to be your ring girl for the night?”

“Please!” He has his hands clasped together as if he’s praying. “It would only be for one night! I know that you were plannin’ to hang out with the other guys, but I really need you!”

“Benny, I- I don’t even have clothes to wear.” You gesture down to your current attire. “I don’t think this would suffice.”

“That’s where I come in.” He says proudly. “My other ring girl is about the same size as you and the new outfit that I ordered for her just so happened to be delivered to my house last night.”

“You’re the one that orders the outfits?”

“Well, she technically picked it out, but I just ordered it so I could put it on the company card. So, what do you say?”

“Let me see the outfit first.”

Much to your chagrin, he heads back into his office and comes back with the package and a pair of black thigh high boots. “Go change! I’ll be waitin’ right outside for you!”

You snatch the items out of his hands and head back into the locker room. As much as you hated that so few women came to the gym, it was nice to have the whole room to yourself. You set the boots on the ground and tear open the package. The top is an extremely high cropped white collared shirt that ties in the front and the skirt is pleated with a red and black checkered pattern. You can’t do anything else but laugh when you finally pull the fishnets out. The things you do for friends.

“Okay! I’m coming out!”

Benny can hear you before he sees you. Your new heeled boots echo throughout the locker room as you exit.

“God damn.” He lets out a low whistle. “Fish is one lucky man.”

“I feel like Britney Spears in her ‘...Baby One More Time’ music video.” You rest your hands on your hips.

The skirt's short length is accentuated by the fishnets and how tall the boots go up on your thighs. The shirt’s tie sits above your belly button. This whole look leaves very little to the imagination.

“Well, I think you look great!”

“It’s not too much?” You twirl to give him a 360 view. “It’s kinda fun to wear.”

“See?! I promise it’s just for tonight, unless you want to give it another go?”

“Let’s just take it one week at a time, okay?”

“I can live with that.”

He starts to head to the front desk when the doorbell chimes out, but you call after him.

“Benny?”

“What’s up?”

“Can you- I don’t really know how to ask this- can you watch me tonight? Like make sure no one tries to bother me?”

His face softens at your request. You know that he understands who you’re talking about. “I promise that the guys and I won’t let anythin’ happen to you. You’re our girl and we’ll watch you like a hawk.”

“That means a lot to me.”

You hurry yourself back into the sanctuary of the women's side of the locker room before you give the guest waiting at the front desk a preview. Before you take your new outfit off you take a picture of yourself and send it to Robbie. She responds by firing off multiple messages that should never be allowed to see the light of day. Robbie always had a unique way of making your ego flair up. Armed with your newly gassed up confidence, you send the picture to Frankie. He responds almost instantly.

Frankie: What are you wearing?

You: What? You don’t like it?

Frankie: I never said that.

You: Benny’s usual ring girl is sick. You’re looking at Brass Knuckles ring girl for the evening.

Frankie: I’m looking alright. I hope Benny knows that he’s not getting that outfit back after tonight.

You: And why is that?

Frankie: Because I’m going to tear it off of you piece by piece. There won’t be an outfit to give back.

You rub your thighs together anxiously as you see another text bubble pop up.

Frankie: How am I supposed to focus for the next few hours with this photo of you living in my head?

You: You better figure it out because if you don’t, you will be to busy playing catch up to fuck me after the fights.

Frankie: You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?

You: I know (:

Giggling to yourself, you change quickly so you can resume desk duty. Hopefully you can stay focused for the rest of the day despite Frankie’s words swimming around in your mind.

***

You and Benny see the guys pull into the parking lot in their respective cars 15 minutes after closing.

“Would you look at that? They actually got here on time to help.” Benny hums as he throws the last of the dirty towels into the basket.

“I’m gonna go say ‘hi’!” You shout over your shoulder, already darting towards the front.

You bust out the door right as the group of three are walking across the middle of the parking lot.

“Hey Will! Hey Pope!” You rush out as you make a beeline for the man in the center.

You leap into his arms and wrap your legs around him while snuggling your face into the crook of his neck. His exuberant laugh reverberates through your whole body as he clutches onto you. If it were anyone else, you would feel foolish for greeting them like this. But it just feels so right to be held in his arms. It doesn’t matter where you are. You feel him let out a heavy sigh into your hair as he cups the back of your head with his hand.

“What the fuck are we? Chopped liver?” Pope jokes.

“I totally greeted you, you whiny baby.” You laugh, face still hidden from the world.

“Who are you calling a ‘whiny baby’?”

You turn to face him, already knowing that he has his hands on his hips. “You!”

“You hearing this shit?” He turns to Will who has been silently snickering.

“Every word of it, Pope.” Will comes up and pats you on the back. “Good to see you, hon.”

“You’re going to let her talk to your best friend like that, Catfish?” Pope pouts.

Frankie carefully sets you down and readjusts his cap. “I couldn’t control her even if I tried.” He shrugs.

“Come on, Pope.” You lightly push him in the shoulder. “You know I love ya’.”

Before he gets a chance to respond, a car pulls into the lot extremely fast. Frankie quickly scoops you up and moves over to the side of the parking lot that is closest to Brass Knuckles. You didn’t even have time to process what had just happened, yet the rest of them reacted just as quickly as Frankie did.

“What kind of idiot drives like that?” You say, trying to get your bearings as you feel your feet touch asphalt again.

“The kind of idiot with a bone to pick.” Pope mutters.

When you look around, all three of them are watching the car park in a spot that's a few spaces down from theirs. Nervousness starts to rear its ugly head when you see them all exchange quick glances, followed by nods of their heads. Will is the first to break the silence.

“Why don’t we go inside?” His eyes look like they are pleading with you. “You can show me what still needs to be set up before people start arrivin’ tonight, huh?”

“Wait, what?”

“That sounds like a good idea.” Frankie confirms, his gaze still fixed on the now unmoving car. He doesn’t sound like himself. “Take her inside.”

“Frankie? What’s going on?”

He must have heard the quiver in your voice because he turns his attention to you. “I’ll be there in 5 minutes. I just need to take care of something first, okay? Everything is fine.”

“Let's go, hermosa.” You feel Pope's hand come to rest softly on your shoulder. “Please.” He whispers in your ear.

You have never seen any of them act like this. It’s causing your stomach to turn violently. Three of the toughest men you have ever met getting skittish doesn’t sit right with you.

“Al-alright.” Pope pushes your body towards the door, but your eyes stay on Frankie. “I’ll be right inside if you need me.”

“I know, estrella.” A car door slams hard somewhere in front of y’all and his face hardens. “Get her the fuck inside the gym.”

For the third time in a matter of a few minutes you’re being carried. This time it is compliments of Will. Before you know it, you’re being ushered inside and taken back into the gym. Neither Will nor Pope stop until they approach Benny who is in the middle of cleaning the heavy bags.

***

The only thing that matters to Frankie is that you’re away from the catastrophe that he knew was about to ensue. He steels his emotions as he watches her round her car from the driver's side. With how quickly she is marching there should have been flames kicking up behind her.

“Francisco fucking Morales!” She screeches. “We need to talk!”

He starts walking towards her. “Yes, Rochelle. We do.”

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hughungrybear · 11 months ago

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15 people, 15 questions

I got tagged by @telomeke (the link to their post is here). Thanks for the tag! 😊

1. Are you named after anyone?

I came from a predominantly Catholic country so it is common to name babies after saints. Ironically, despite my saintly name, I was a real Tasmanian devil to my parents, teachers, and peers 😅

2. When was the last time you cried?

The last time that I sincerely cried was when my Dad passed away. I was eleven. After that, every event that made me "cry" barely wet my eyes 😅

3. Do you have kids?

No, and I don't plan to have any. I like kids - especially when I can hand them back to their respective mothers 😅 I don't have anything against motherhood, but I can barely support myself. Under the circumstances, it is not wise to bring another life into this world that I cannot support.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

Oh boy. I used to do track and field, basketball, and soccer (football) when I was still in elementary (grade) school. However, my conservative home country deems these sports as too "manly" and therefore not appropriate for a growing 'lady'. So, they made me switch to cheer dance😤. Well, let's just say I have never danced again ever since lol.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Let's just say that sometimes, using sarcasm is the only way to retain my sanity 😅

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

The tone and shift of voice when they talk. Not entirely sure why though 😅😅😅

7. What’s your eye color?

Hazel brown with hints of darkest grey.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Definitely happy endings. I will not subject myself to torture by watching horror films/series no matter how critically acclaimed it is. That's because I have a very vivid imagination and I really love a peaceful sleep 🥲

9. Any talents?

Does mixing chemicals and formulating new adhesive products count? 😅 I can play the keyboard, and write poems and short stories (although, it's been a long time since I wrote my last one). I also do embroidery during my spare time.

10. Where were you born?

Funny story. I was born on the eve of our town's patron saint's day. Before the feast day, the town's roads are closed in preparation for the upcoming festivities. Unfortunately, my mum's water broke during an intense cleaning session of our house on the eve of the feast. Since the roads were closed, my father and grandma (my mother's mum) were forced to call a midwife and perform a home birth. Curiously, I did not cry as my mum pushed my small baby form out of her womb. Fearing that I was a stillbirth, the midwife had put me near an electric stove to help warm me up. It was only then that poor baby me started to cry (to the relief of everyone around)😅

TLDR: I was born at home but only showed a definitive sign of life in our old family kitchen.

11. What are your hobbies?

Reading books, scrolling through various socmed (Nowadays, though, it's mostly Tumblr and Reddit), and listening to some brand new music.

12. Do you have any pets?

When I was still living in my home country, I used to have dogs. However, moving to Australia, I was forced to leave them behind with our trusted relatives. We still Facetime though, so there's that.

13. How tall are you?

Sadly, I'm five feet flat, I am still hoping for some (miracle) growth spurt even in my thirties lol

14. Favorite subject in school?

I love history. I love reading about the beginning of things. I also had high grades in literature simply because I am an advanced reader (that is, I have already read the books on my teacher's list even before they have released them to the class).

15. Dream job

Somewhere where deadlines are a mere suggestion lol

Onward tagging (I know some of you have already done this, but give this poor hungry bear a break, I'm running out of people to tag: @lost-my-sanity1, @sparklyeyedhimbo, @imlivingformyselfdontmindme, @waitmyturtles, @dimplesandfierceeyes, @plantsarepeopletoo, @actually-yikes, @dribs-and-drabbles, @ablazenqueen, @alan-apologist, @ellasaru12, @queersouthasian, @lamonnaie, @rei-the-head-shaker and anybody else who wants to play😊

#tag game #15 people 15 questions

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dragonkingabc123 · 9 months ago

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People I want to get to know better

Thank you so much for the tag @pocket-lin. I'll relish any chance to share music.

LAST SONG: Anyone who knows me knows I love music. So Imma give my last 5 instead.

Back to You - Illenium, All Time Low (This song is so good. I missed Illenium in my city and I heard All Time Low opened for them which is crazy because the month prior I saw All Time Low)

Crying in the Shower (Reimagined) - Letdown. (Sad AF, but worth the listen personally prefer this version to the original)

HELLO LØNELINESS - Ekøh, Lø Spirit (another sad one, but also makes the happy chemicals in my brain 🤷‍♂️)

Euclid - Sleep Token (if you haven't heard this masterpiece, please treat yourself)

Tangerine - Glass Animals (this was my favorite from the Dreamland album)

[Honorable mentions because they came on while typing this: The Black and White - The Band Camino, Salt - Sueco, Somebody - Memphis May Fire, ALLADAT - PLVTINUM]

Favorite Color: I've got three. Black, Lime Green, and Cerulean. I like them alone but love all three of them together so much.

Last Film/Show: I've been re-watching Jujutsu Kaisen but, something new I've been watching as it releases is Solo Leveling.

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: I love sweets. I do like savory too though especially when I overdo the sweet. Capsaicin is NOT my friend.

Relationship Status: Single/Pringle

Last thing I googled:

Current Obsession: Hm, probably Diablo 4. I be farmin.

Last Book: I actually dont know the last one I read, which is sad to me. In its stead I will give one of my favorite podcasts. Sayer by Adam Bash. Its really interesting and kinda horrific if you're not desensitized.

Looking Forward to: There is an eclipse on April 8th that I'm so hype for!!!! Its been a big thing on my bucket list to see totality again after the last one I saw. The day after there is a Charlotte Sands concert I'm thinking I wanna go see if I can make it back from the totality line in time.

I dont really know who to tag because my interactions with people on here are usually a bit limited. Dont feel pressure to do this but....

@isick198, @laughconfetti, @scornedmedea, @themustachewizard (Katelyn, you are required)

#i may have gone overboard listing songs lmao

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jampages08 · 1 year ago

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Introduction

Hi! I’m Jamie (not my real name but we’re using it until I’m eighteen). This is my little spiel on who I am what I’ll post so you can see if you want to follow or not.

Who I Am:

I’m a fifteen year old who loves to write, hoping to improve as the years go by

Some of my interests belong to fandoms such as Good Omens, Russian Doll, The Sandman, or OFMD. A lot of them are centered around music too (Des Rocs, White Stripes, Olivia Rodrigo, Florence and the Machines, Mitski, Grandson, K. Flay, random musical soundtracks, and many MANY more). I have a lot of extracurriculars like band, volleyball, science Olympiad, theater, quiz bowl, and honors classes (that last one doesn’t really count but it is very time consuming so I’m listing it). I love being involved but sometimes it can both be a blessing and a curse 😅.

My Blog:

I am going to get a big one out of the way first. Like everyone, my life is not all sunshine and rainbows. A lot of shit has happened in my personal life since I started freshman year and sometimes I get a little angsty. Of course if anything might be triggering I’ll put tags so you can stay away from it, but I may use this page to vent.

I generally am a pretty positive person, if not existisitential, so a lot of this page will be happy! Positive reblogging will be inevitable!

A lot lot lot of fandom posting

Maybe I’ll post some book stuff if anybody wants to try and give me advice (I love it when that happens). I might post a summary of a WIP and ask if anybody wants to give it a read.

Current events, you’ll probably see a reblog or more of some of the stuff going on. SAG-AFTRA, Palestine Israel Hamas stuff, etc etc. And once again, if you don’t want to see that kind of stuff just make sure to block those tags!

Thank you for reading and I hope I have the pleasure of gaining some new mutuals!

#new tumblr #fandom #writing #writeblr #Spotify

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verimuru · 8 months ago

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waahhh people

we love reading the tags & reactions to the comic. i loved making it and now i feel that sharing it was definitely the right choice. i will continue thinking & making stuff about the ancient being and angry old guy in love so long it is giving me happy chemicals. and i feel your notifications just gave a massive boost on this tidal wave of old man yaoi pleasure i am riding, so thank you. xoxo verimuru

#verimuru talks

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saphire-scribbles · 2 years ago

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I got tagged by @yourlocaldisneyvillain ! Thanks, freind! 😊

Last song: Half Jack by The Dresden Dolls. It goes hard. Very relatable for me.

Last show/movie: The last show I watched fully was Wendesday :) Hard to say what the last film I saw was but i'm pretty sure it was a short film I watched called Opal by Jack Stauber. It made me cry for a good 10 minutes. Worth a watch if you can stomach it.

Currently watching: I'm currently about 2 episodes in to season 1 of Happy Valley, I love it so far!

Currently reading: right now I'm halfway through both Brick Lane and Wide Sargasso Sea since I'm writing about them for an assignment. I love Brick Lane, the way its written is just 🤌 so good. WSS isn't bad by any means, it's certainly an interesting take on Bertha Mason's charecter, but I can't help but find it a little boring. Possibly just because it's an assignment hahaha. I can recommend both though!

Current Obsession: Both Maggie Robbertson and Gwendoline Christie (they've both brought some of my favorite characters to life and I am forever thankfull), The Dresden Dolls, plants, carnivorous plants, writing fight scenes and buying things because it gives me all the happy chemicals

Tagging: @sapphicsbeloved @jelly-frogss @kookychow as well as whoever wants to take part :)

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damianbugs · 1 year ago

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9 and 13!

9. What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?

13. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

side note these were such fun questions but it took me so long to answer because what the hell since when did i write so many fics ???? someone needs to stage an intervention because FIFTY FOUR ?! goodness

despite the horror of realising i have way too much time on my hands i love talking about writing batfam so !!! here are some of my personal faves :]

9. What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?

PLUTO.

it's another moment in the fic where i made jason see the painful cracks in this darker batman and see who pluto!bruce could have been, especially on the topic of family and choice. he's my friend and he has many problems

THE MOON KEEPING WATCH OVER ME.

this is the very last line in this tim and damian fic and its probably my favourite ever because its literally what i was trying to show in the story. sometimes all you need is a brother and some time to realise that :)

ALL THE ASHES IN MY WAKE.

writing this fic genuinely changed some sort of chemical balance in my brain because i have not been normal about bruce and damians dynamic since then. this line is like the sunshine rainbows unicorns i included before it all got very bad very quickly (with a happy ending!)

AN ACHING HEART TO SMILE INSIDE.

DUKE THOMAS AND BRUCE WAYNE DYNAMIC YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS. if dc won't give them back to me I will take matters into my own hands and thats what this is

A GRAVE FILLED WITH BOOKS.

PLUTO might be a gazillion words but THIS? my true magnus opus. my downfall. i ruined my own life with this. never recovered. never will. i will be buried with it.

13. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

thankfully not really, but i do often get people who don't read the tags asking me why the fic is not finished or why it ended like that, despite the very clearly bright neon underlined flashing AMBIGUOUS/OPEN ENDING tag staring at them. sometimes people can be rather mean about things they're confused about that can be explained by looking at the tags! though i don't think it's always malicious :]

there was also recently where someone left a huge comment about why my fic was not good because they didn't like the way i made jason resolve things with bruce 😭 to which i laughed at it and showed all my friends and we all made fun of it together <3

#saki asks

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 4 months ago

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pokes my head in

I just wanted to tell you that. Your reblog on that post reminded me of what I tell my friends a lot; that one absolutely bonkers insane comment on a fic is worth more than any number of notes. And you, ari, you always go wild in the tags and it's always fun to read what you have to say even if it's not my own work. that is to say, I'm eternally grateful for the little ari mice working hard for bten crumbs LMAO. your enthusiasm for it is really nice and refreshing I think!!!

.....okay I've said too much I'm running back to my hidey hole.

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 my niku . holds u still so i can give you a little forehead kiss before you scurry away……

I AGREE SO MUCH !!!!! one insane comment is infinitely more valuable than any number of likes….. and i’m sosososoosoooo happy that i can bring anyone some happy chemicals by going rabid in the tags!!!! i love rambling :333 so much . I’M THE ONE WHO’S ETERNALLY GRATEFUL TO YOU FOR FEEDING THE MICE….. they never go hungry with niku and bten around!!!! i will never stop being insufferable about it i fear so i’m really happy that you find it refreshing….. the mice are all working very hard to manipulate gently coax you into giving out crumbs :33 they love u!!!!!! and i do too <33

#YOU’RE SO SWEEETTTTTT #tysm for the ask wahhh my heart feels so full :’3 i rlly do love going crazy over fics and art……..#sometimes i like to picture it as like . a flock of mice just gnawing at a very exasperated satoru or suguru LMAO #they like them <33 #BUT NIKUUUUU genuinely sincerely i love u and bten and everything you write so much….. 🥺 i’m always desperate for crumbs!!#and i will keep being desperate in the future #so pls bear with me . i mean the mice. they can’t control their appetite dont hold it against them…..#here is a treat for u before u scurry back into the niku hidey hole 🍣🍣🍣#ask tag ✩#niku !! ✩

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bippot · 6 months ago

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The Monarch Hotel- Chapter 12: Feeling In My Gut

Story Summary -> How many times does Vigilante need to get injured before Harcourt finally gives in and hires a medic to help out with the squad's injuries? Far too many times, that's how many.

When it's uncovered that a fancy hotel is linked to, not only what's left of the legion of butterflies, but also a string of weird deaths and missing persons reports, the only two for the job are lovesick Adrian and the newbie.

Chapter 12: Feeling In My Gut Summary -> The rest of the 11th Street Kids believe that Adrian is dead, she believes otherwise and won't stop working until she gets him back.

Tags -> Canon-Typical Violence, Gun Violence, Blood and Injury, Undercover as a Couple, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Summer Vacation, Butterflies, Alien Invasion, Stitches, Weird Biology, Creep in a Bathroom, Aphrodisiacs, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Drugging, Peeping, general weirdness, Human Experimentation, Eventual Smut, p in v, Human Farming, Kidnapping, Handcuffs, Vomiting, Fist Fights, Trauma, Autistic Adrian Chase, Roleplay, Caretaking, Angst with a Happy Ending

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Previous Chapter -> Puppeteering

The criminal's of the Evergreen area had a few months of peace since the heroes who patrolled there were on missions. For 3 or so months, drug deals and kidnappings and assaults and all those horrid affairs were left for the police to deal with, and since the dearly departed Detective Song was one of the only cops with more than 2 brain cells, it was more than likely for delinquents to roam with no repercussions for their dastardly deeds.

Then, the Vigilante returned.

Vigilante had changed, though. That was clear to anyone who came into contact with the masked hero. Vigilante had always been violent, yet it was usually contrasted by the playful, childish part of his personality. Seeing the mask and not hearing the goofy voice and laugh used to be unthinkable, yet as of late, Vigilante had become more subdued than ever.

Plus, Vigilante was a few inches shorter these days. Did Adrian used to put inserts in his shoes?

And, the suit which used to be fitted to his exact muscly form seemed a bit baggier than it had before. Was he on a juice cleanse?

Jack Ryan's show had been gaining traction in the past few weeks. He'd been rather fortunate when The Creeper came across a very high profile actor doing some less than legal things one night. Wouldn't you know it? All it takes is one threat from that ghastly ghoul, and that actor was on a one-way trip onto Jack's show, 'You Don't Know Jack'.

Surely, the actor thought it was a little strange that a creature of the night was swayed with bribes that would only benefit a game show host? If he was, he said nothing and did his job.

Whatever the case, Jack was on a high. His ratings were rising steadily, his secret identity was still mostly a secret, and he was practically swimming in money. It was a good life.

That was until he got a late night visitor.

If Jack hadn't been chemically enhanced, he never would've heard the quiet steps throughout his kitchen. If he didn't have such keen ears to pick up the slightest noises, then he might've missed them entirely. But he did. So, he paid attention as whoever was in his apartment pulled up a chair and sat facing his bedroom.

"Ooooh, Jack! I know you can hear me," a robotic voice sung. "I travelled all this way to talk to you, and I do mean you, not your boogey green shadow."

"Boogey?!" Jack repeated, the insult hitting its mark. "I am not boogey green. I'm more like chartreuse!"

Whipping his bedroom door open, Jack glared angrily at the intruder. The figure who dared to disturb his privacy and broke into his home sat before him, pistol aimed at his head.

"You're a long way from your stomping ground, Vigilante."

"Well, it's a special day. I thought I'd make the trip."

"What's so special about it?"

"It's my birthday, of course," Vigilante replied, and once their sentence was over, a gloved hand reached for the bottom of the visor to pull it off. "I can't believe you'd forget an old friend's birthday like that."

Jack Ryan blinked. He hadn't expected this. The face beneath the mask was that of... no, it couldn't be. Y/N grinned as she placed the helmet on the table beside her.

"It's so good to see you, Jack, really. It's been forever since we last spoke!" Y/N greeted with sinister enthusiasm, her bright smile blinding Jack to what was going on in her head.

"You're Vigilante?!"

"Not originally. I'm just keeping the mask warm until the real Vigilante returns." She hazarded a look at the mask and pushed all those feelings down for the moment. "But that's the problem, though. I can't seem to find him."

No matter what Y/N tried, what avenue she went down, she couldn't find a single shred of evidence that Adrian was still out there. He was still out there. Despite the chorus of voices telling her that this pursuit was fruitless and that Adrian Chase was dead the moment those doors slammed shut behind him, Y/N couldn't accept that. Adrian was alive. She knew that. She could feel it.

No matter how much time passed since he disappeared without a trace, she could still feel his presence. It was in her very bones. In her soul. In her gut.

"Our dear, dear friend, Dr Yatz - did you get the funeral invite or not? It doesn't matter - he had a lot of sensitive information in his laboratory."

"Yatz is dead?" Jack mumbled, shocked.

"Afraid so, bud. But don't worry, he documented every single test he ever did on you in amazing detail so if you ever run low on that Creeper juice you're so addicted to, just say the word and I'll have some more sent right to you."

She lowered her gun and casually shrugged a shoulder like this was no big deal, but Jack's eyes still widened.

"Judging by the Dr's estimations, you have 3 doses remaining. Now, that doesn't sound like a lot to me."

Jack remained silent, though his heart began racing at double speed. Being The Creeper was thrilling. Every step felt like flying. Everything seemed so natural. The fact that he'd been so successful in taking advantage of this wonderful, intoxicating feeling of escape, of power, of savagery, was almost too good to be true.

Well, that's because it was. He couldn't just turn into The Creeper. He needed a formula that Dr Yatz had been supplying him for years to activate the change. Every other month a batch of 50 vials would appear on Jack's door. In return, The Creeper may have assassinated some of the good doctor's opponents.

It had been months since his last drop off. Vials were running low and Jack was getting ansy.

"Tell you what, as a show of good faith - " She reached into one of the pockets on her utility belt and retrieved a small pot of greenish liquid. "A gift. For you."

With a cheeky smirk that could rival Adrian Chase's on its best days, Y/N pushed the green substance across the table towards Jack . His hands shook as he grabbed the small glass bottle and brought it close to his face, examining it closely. It was the smell that told him everything.

This vial was exactly what he'd been craving since the first time he took it. Without wasting another second, Jack downed the contents of the bottle in a single, greedy gulp. The liquid rushed into his veins, warming them immediately, and soon the burning sensation spread everywhere, starting from his core and working its way up through his throat. It warmed his lungs. It warmed his face. It heated his skin. It warmed his spirit.

There was nothing more delicious. There was nothing more invigorating. There was no other sensation like it.

The Creeper in all of its stupid looking glory transformed before Y/N's very eyes as he felt revitalised, empowered, rejuvenated, renewed. His muscles grew strong, thick, green hair fell across his forehead, and his eyes darkened. The change was complete within seconds.

As cool as she'd been acting, once Y/N was faced with the creature who'd almost killed her all those years ago, her perfect facade cracked. Her smile dropped, her shoulders sagged, and she became incredibly vulnerable and afraid all of a sudden. It was frightening how fast the transformation happened, but she didn't let that stop her from continuing her plan.

Immediately guzzling the drug was unexpected. That was not on the list of outcomes she'd planned for so soon, but hey, improvisation is a skill that every good spy needs. It was time to ‘yes and’.

Her face hardened as her eyes narrowed to slits.

"Hey, uggo, did you know that Yatz left a contingency measure in his work?" She gestured in the general direction of the monster. "If you ever got too big for your red boots, he also developed a biological stopper. He rewrote some of your genetic code, did you know that?"

A grunt came from The Creeper. Whether that was affirmative or not was unknown.

Y/N leaned forward, her eyes locked onto The Creeper's. "So, in the unlikely event that you disobeyed him, he could fire this nerve agent." Another vial was taken from her belt and waved in his face. "And your limbs would lock up, total paralysis, and it would be incredibly easy to kill you."

She paused, waiting, watching. When she saw the effect of her words begin to register with The Creeper, she took a deep breath, preparing herself for whatever he was about to throw back at her.

But all he did was sit on the ground, crossing his legs in front of her and staring at her, completely unmoving.

Like a pet. Like a dog would heel before their owner when they're being chastised or disciplined. A pet with the strength to rip her arm clean off should he have the desire to.

There's one thing that binds all creatures together, natural or man made, and that's self preservation. It's an instinctive primal force to live in the face of danger or, in The Creeper's case, submit to the person who had the one thing that can kill you in the palm of their hand. And thanks to their history, Y/N wouldn't hesitate to get even, to go stab for stab.

Or, now that she had leverage over him, it may be more beneficial to use his journalist connections. Though he'd moved to cheaper entertainment, Jack still schmoozed with prominent journalists who may have information they might not know what to do with.

Y/N had heard rumblings of a fighting pit hidden deep in Markovia and she couldn't be given the go ahead to investigate without a smidgeon of proof that it even existed, let alone had a government agent held captive inside. All she needed was someone to talk to a member of the press and spread the rumour, and it was go time.

"Looks like we're partners again, pal."

Leaving the vial of nerve agent on the table, Y/N rose to her feet and stretched before patting The Creeper on the head. "I have more of that, by the way. Just so you know," she said and walked to the door. "You owe me, and I plan to make the most out of my debt. I don't care if you do it as yourself or whatever this is, find out about the Markovia fighting pit and get back to me."

Then, she pulled the visor on and was out the door.

Even with the extra pair of hands - well, claws - it was slow going. The 11th Street Kids doubted that it was worth spending their time looking for Vigilante, not only because they had very little faith that he was still living, but they had other missions to be getting on with. The documents Y/N had hastily stuck in a garbage bag during their escape had actually been vital.

The Monarch Hotel was not the only one of its kind. There were a total of 5 similar 'hives' across the globe, each established focused on capturing a different class of people. And while they knew Y/N was a little too distracted to be sent to dismantle another one of these operations, she was asked - more like contractually obliged - to consult them in for any information that may not have been covered in the mission report.

"Jesus christ, you look like shit." Emilia stood in the doorway of the Chase home with her hands on her hips as she regarded her sister.

Since she got back, the only place Y/N found even the slightest bit of peace was Adrian's home. It was the only area that seemed to remember him. It was filled with his photos and figurines and clothes that used - no, continues to - belong to him and, in a way, it was the closest she could get to having him back.

Though it was safe to say that Adrian didn't have a conspiracy board complete with blurry CCTV photos and red thread and newspaper clippings up next to his framed family photos. Real Pepe Silvia shit.

"I've been busy," Y/N replied, closing the door with a grunt.

"I can tell. How'd you get those?"

Clearly, Y/N had just tended to a wound on her hip, her arms were covered in bruises, and there was a particularly purple blotch across her cheekbone. Which one of 'those' Emilia was referring to, and if she was honest, Y/N didn't know nor care which.

"Training, y'know?"

"Fighting mobsters twice your size every night is training for you?"

"Yup."

Emilia made a face. Y/N raised an eyebrow at her sister.

"What? You think I can't handle myself?"

A sigh emanated from deep within Emilia's soul as she walked over to the conspiracy board, running her fingers over the paper there.

"I think you're throwing yourself at every shitty lead that crosses your path in search of a ghost." Y/N's eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening as she glared at Emilia. "I've been letting this go on for too long. I thought this would help the grieving process, but it's been 6 months and..." Her sentence trailed off. As much as she wanted to voice her feelings, they got stuck in Emilia's throat.

It was rare to ever see Harcourt get choked up. The room grew uncomfortably quiet as Y/N looked away from Emilia. She could hear the frustration, but most of all, the concern. She knew her sister meant well, but it wasn't helping. Y/N groaned, running a hand through her hair as she tried to find the words to respond.

"There is no way you'll be able to stop me from going down this path. I will find him even if it takes years," she said, her voice low and determined, "And that means I will be throwing myself at every shitty lead that crosses my path until I do."

Like a shark, Y/N's gaze met Emilia's, unflinchingly, and even though Emilia had never thought the pair looked alike in any way, but in that moment, the sisters were the spitting image of each other. Y/N's determination was evident, but Emilia could also see the desperation and exhaustion that lurked beneath it. She sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing further.

"I know you think I'm crazy, but I can't explain it. I just have this... feeling that he's still out there."

Y/N's words hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken emotion. Emilia knew how important Adrian had been to her sister - even if she wanted to ignore that at first - and that Vigilante was made of strong stuff so he would have a higher chance of survival than a normal agent.

"You really think he's still alive?"

"I don't know. Maybe. But I can't give up hope until I know for sure." Y/N's voice was quiet, almost a whisper, as she stared off into the distance. "And as long as there's even the smallest chance, I can't stop looking."

Emilia regarded her sister for a long moment before sighing and sitting down next to her.

"I can feel it in my gut."

"Okay."

"Okay?" Y/N repeated.

"Show me all the info you've gathered, squish."

For the next few hours, the Harcourt-L/N siblings poured over every single shred of evidence Y/N had found about Vigilante's whereabouts. They discussed theories, analysed photos, and cross-referenced news reports. Emilia even went as far as to order Economos to hack into some shady databases to get more information on the criminal network at the heart of Markovia.

As the night wore on, they made significant progress, narrowing down the list of possible leads and eliminating dead-ends. Y/N felt a glimmer of hope begin to flicker within her. Maybe, just maybe, she wasn't crazy after all.

Then, it came.

A week after their 'study sesh', a video was sent to Y/N's phone with the caption: 'One last shipment, then I'm going cold turkey. Jack x '

The soundless video showed a haggard-looking man in a dimly lit space, his eyes darting around before a bright stage light shone down on him. There, looking beaten and battered, was Adrian motherfucking Chase!

It was him, it was really him. Y/N's heart leapt into her throat as she stared at the grainy footage on her phone screen.

In the video, Adrian stood there as another man was pushed into the space and another light shone down on them. With all this light, the surrounding roaring audience was much easier to see. There had to be 300 or so people sat on platforms around the stage as if the area was an underground colosseum.

Adrian's shoulder slumped for a moment, and he nodded at the other man before punching the guy in the face, a warrior's cry forming on his lips as he landed more and more attacks.

Tears welled in her eyes and Y/N's hands shook as she held her phone, watching the video over and over again. Who knows how many times the video was repeated. She was obsessed with absorbing every single detail as possible, which was difficult with the sobs racking her body, and sent it to the rest of the 11th Street Kids.

Vindicated, Y/N could finally exhale. She'd never thought she'd be this happy and terrified at the same time. He was alive. They had evidence of that. But he was also in a dangerous environment, being forced to fight every day.

"I never thought I'd be so relieved to see that annoying face," Chris barked with a grin, nudging Y/N with his elbow as everyone crowded around John's laptop to watch it together. Y/N tried to smile at Chris' comment, but it was more of a grimace.

"Bud," Leota warned. She shook her head to discourage Peacemaker from trying to joke around with Y/N about this.

The next few days were a blur of frantic planning and discussion. Y/N and the rest of the 11th Street Kids brainstormed multiple scenarios and contingency plans, all determined to rescue Adrian from his captors. They knew it wouldn't be easy, but they also knew they couldn't stand by and do nothing.

Most of the group dipped in and out. Whether they needed to sleep, if Leota wanted to go back to her wife, if John thought he should update Waller on their progress, if Chris had to take Eagly outside for a walk - or fly, I guess - or if Harcourt needed a beer, those members took breaks.

Other than the occasional bathroom break, Y/N stayed awake for a total of 73 and a half hours, and she spent it going over and over whatever plan had just been proposed.

"Ah, look at that, she's going through another microsleep," Emilia teased.

"Shut up," Y/N grumbled as she sat up straighter and forced herself awake.

Emilia's face softened as she took in the sight of Y/N yawning and rubbing her eyes, looking a little bit like she had as a toddler. Y/N sighed and leaned her head against Emilia's shoulder, and all Emilia could do was stroke the back of her sister's head.

"Are you going to let me drive you back to the house so you can sleep?"

"No."

"Okay, I'll just force you, then."

"You sound just like your mother."

Rolling her eyes, Emilia gently pulled Y/N to her feet and into a hug. "That bad, huh?" Y/N groaned and mumbled something incoherent into Emilia's shoulder. "Come on, out the door."

Throughout her stay at Adrian's home, Y/N had relegated herself to the couch. Yet, when she hauled herself inside, she needed a bed to relax into. Y/N let out a tired sigh as she collapsed onto Adrian's bed and she couldn't help but take in the familiar scent of his sheets. It was both comforting and painful at the same time, a tangible reminder of how much she had missed him.

Her hand reached for one of his pillows and pulled it to her chest, inhaling deeply as she tried to soak up whatever faint essence of him might still linger there, and fell asleep, her longing surrounding her like a warm hug.

Eventually, the rescue mission was given the go ahead. Vigilante was a government agent and valuable asset that needed to be rescued. The next few hours were a flurry of activity as the 11th Street Kids made their final preparations for the biggest mission of their lives. They knew that time was of the essence, and they couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

Vigilante was entered as a combatant into the fighting pit, so Y/N was undercover once again. She fought and fought and fought. It took a total of a week of gruelling competition, but she managed to rise through the ranks until she finally saw a familiar face. A face that was covered in bruises and cuts and red patches, and though Y/N knew she looked somewhat similar thanks to her week of fighting, her determination to never see him In such a state ensured that the plan was going to go ahead without a single misstep on her part.

For the first time in over 8 months, Y/N was face to face with the love of her life. She had never been so glad to see anyone in her life as she was to see Adrian. His dark hair was mussed, his eyes intense as they scanned the crowd, and she could tell he was thoroughly defeated.

But, since she was dressed as his alter ego so, as the lights revealed them to each other, Adrian's eyes widened in surprise. He was confused, sure, yet Y/N could see a spark of hope flicker in them.

"FIGHT!"

Once Y/N figured out where the source of the voice came from in the crowd, she realised she was looking at Queen Caroline of Markovia. That bitch! The Queen was placed on a throne and had the most perfect view of the carnage below her. Adrian had seen that woman every day down here and she was a constant reminder of how happy he'd been at The Monarch Hotel, which must've been extra demoralising.

Y/N forced her focus back onto their fight and swung to land a quick punch to Adrian's chest, right on his solar plexus to do the least amount of damage she had to. "Fight back or they'll be suspicious," she instructed just loud enough for him to hear.

Another punch landed, and Adrian stumbled back a step, but as he recovered, he countered with a punch of his own. It wasn't nearly as strong as it could have been, but it was enough to keep up the charade. The fight was a gruelling one, but Y/N and Adrian managed to keep up the act for long enough. They traded blows, trying their best not to hurt each other too much, and then the signal came.

A bee buzzed into the middle of the stage, almost as if it was being controlled by someone. The sexuality of this robot bee was unknown, though.

In an instant, Y/N tackled Adrian to the ground, pressing down on a button in her pocket as soon as they hit the ground in order for the plasma shield that the nerds at ARGUS had loaned them for the week activated. Y/N and Adrian were cocooned in a safe body sized bubble so that the drone strike operated by their fellow 11th Street Kids didn't accidentally hit the pair.

Economos, Adebayo, Peacemaker and Harcourt flew their glorified remote controlled helicopters into the colosseum and shot at the people in the crowd, causing absolute chaos as people ran to safety and pushed others into the line of fire to do so. What the runners didn't know was that there was an entire battalion of police outside ready to handcuff anyone they saw. Despite the queen being in attendance, fight clubs and slavery was still very much illegal.

"Hi champ," Y/N greeted, her voice thick with emotion.

Instead of replying, he tugged her completely onto his chest and locked his arms around her. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, relief and joy mixing with the pain and exhaustion from searching for him for so long, and buried her face into his neck.

"It's okay," she whispered, stroking his hair gently. "I've got you now." She held him tightly, savouring the feel of his strong arms around her. "You're safe, you're safe now."

She could feel the tremors running through him. Y/N held Adrian tightly, pressing her lips to his cheek and jaw to distract him from the crashing and banging of the carnage around them.

Finally, the sounds stopped. As the dust settled and the aftermath of the rescue mission played out around them, Y/N turned off the plasma shield and sat up. The fighting pit was in ruins, the walls and floor bloodstained and dented from the fierce battle. Medical staff hurried in to tend to the captured fighters, while enforcers came in to arrest any of the fighting pit ticket holders that were still alive.

Queen Caroline of Markovia lay motionless on the ground, her body riddled with bullet holes. Y/N gently pulled away from Adrian and helped him to sit up, brushing some of the dirt and blood from his hair, and he did the same for her.

With a watery smile, the two of them looked at each other, their eyes full of love, gratitude, and relief.

"You're really here," Y/N whispered, "I'm sorry it took me so long."

Adrian's gaze softened as he cupped her cheek, brushing away a tear that had escaped her eye. He leaned in and kissed her tenderly, their lips lingering against each other in such a way that told her everything she needed to know. Y/N leaned into the kiss, feeling a flood of emotion wash over her.

The world around them could have been falling apart, but as long as they had each other, nothing else mattered.

When they finally broke apart, she smiled up at him, her eyes shining with tears of joy. "Come on, let's get you checked out and make sure nothing's broken." She offered him a hand, helping him to his feet, and then guided him towards the first medic with a first aid kit she saw.

Turns out that Adrian reacted extremely badly when one of the medic tried to touch him, and if Y/N hadn't been there to stand in between them, that medic would've been murdered in cold blood. It wasn't surprising. He'd been in a fight minus the flight mode for the majority of a year so was it so outlandish that a stranger - and even though they were a helpful stranger, they were still a stranger - activated those instincts?

"Can you just... give us some space? I'm medically trained, I can do it," Y/N assured the medic who hesitated but eventually stepped back and reluctantly handed Y/N the first aid kit.

Y/N gently took Adrian's hand and led him to a relatively quiet corner of the pit, away from the chaos and commotion. She knelt down in front of him, carefully examining his body for any injuries, her hands moving with practised efficiency. As Y/N examined him, she found a few shallow cuts and bruises, but nothing major. She cleaned and bandaged them up, taking care to be gentle and reassuring the entire time.

On their way out of the pit, Adrian stood over the Queen's dead body and just looked at it for a moment. Then, he spat on her cold, dead face. The act seemed to release some tension within Adrian, and he exhaled heavily before hobbling to safety with his hand firmly attached to Y/N's.

Each member of the squad was overjoyed, not only because Adrian was back but also because Y/N wouldn't be so depressing to be around anymore. There was something odd, though. Adrian didn't make a sound. He'd usually be yapping at Peacemaker or calling John playful names, but not a single syllable passed his lips.

And, just like he was with the medic, when Chris tried to give his buddy a bear hug, Adrian hid behind Y/N. Chris nodded, looking a little taken aback but understanding nonetheless. "My bad, man. Sorry about that."

Their journey back to Evergreen was a long one, and it was mostly silent. The flight was filled with snores of various pitches from the squad, except for an occasional grunt from one of them when they shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

"Champ, baby, you should get some sleep," Y/N murmured to Adrian as she felt his shoulders tensing next to her, and the way his hands clenched into fists and gripping onto the plane seat. She knew he was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and she could help with that.

Lifting the arm between their seats, Y/N shifted to be in the optimal position to be a pillow for him. "C'mere," she cooed softly. Adrian hesitated for a moment, then leaned into Y/N's warmth and support, his cheek pressing against her collarbone. "Do you want me to play with your hair?"

He did a small, shy nod.

"Close your eyes, my love." Y/N's touch was so tender as her fingers brushed through his hair. As Y/N's fingers began to dance through Adrian's hair, he let out a long, shuddering sigh. The contact and her nearness were a balm to his battered soul, but he couldn't sleep. Not when there were other people in the room, so the rest of the flight passed in a haze of gentle touches and soft murmurs in an effort to keep him calm.

When they finally arrived back at Evergreen, the squad allowed the couple to go back to the Chase residence without having to do a mission report or give statements because Harcourt realised that neither of them were mentally ready for that just yet. Some things would have to wait, and that was okay.

Once they stepped through the familiar doorway of the Chase residence, Adrian paused for a moment to take it all in. He was home. He couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia as he saw his bookshelf with its collection of well-worn comic books, the photos of his parents that hung above the fireplace, the comfortable sofa where he used to spend countless evenings watching movies with his Gut, and the really unfashionable blankets that his grandmother loved wrapping up in on a cold night.

"Do you want some food, lovely?"

Thumbs up.

"Okay, we'll clean you up, eat, and then, how'd you feel about lounging in bed doing absolutely nothing for the next few days?"

Double thumbs up

So, that's what they did, and by the end of the night, he was feeling a little more like himself. It felt... nice. Warm. Safe. He looked like hell, but she still thought he was the most beautiful guy she'd ever seen.

While they lay in bed together, Y/N couldn't help but wonder about the changes in Adrian. It was like he was a different person, more reserved and withdrawn. She knew that what they'd been through wasn't easy for anyone, but she hoped that he would be able to find his way back to the old, cheerful self some time in the future. It may take a while, yet she was more than willing to help him along.

Facing each other, Y/N and Adrian were inches away from each other, their breath mingling in the air between them as he reached to trace a finger across her face. He was a little heavy-handed and clumsy in his movements, but Y/N didn't mind. She smiled, closing her eyes as she leaned into his touch.

Then, his focus shifted lower. Adrian's gaze drifted downward, his fingers tracing the curve of Y/N's neck, moving lower to her collarbone and down her sternum before trailing up to her shoulder. He lingered there for a while, drawing out the same shapes over and over again.

It took a few tries but Y/N realised that he was writing I ♡ U into her skin.

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest as she realised what he was doing. Her heart swelled. It was a simple gesture, and it meant so much, so she felt that it was necessary to repeat it on his shoulder.

An hour turned into two, three, however many, and the pair were wrapped up in the duvet. Their night together passed slowly, as if time itself was taking a break to allow them to savour every moment.

Over the next few weeks, the pair did everything they could to acclimatise Adrian back into 'normal' life. He was completely nonverbal and struggled with being around more than 5 people at once, so the couple were in the process of learning ASL online. To gain back the weight he'd lost in the pit, he was put on a diet that steadily increased his intake until he was firmly scarfing down hotdogs like he used to.

With time, Adrian began to improve. He started with small steps, like going to the nearby park for fresh air, and on one of those walks, they saw an old friend.

Dolores, the old lady that was nice to him when he worked at Fennel Fields, was feeding ducks when they heard her call out, "Oh my, Adrian! It's been so long! How are you doing, dear?" She hobbled over, using a cane to support her weight. Her wrinkled face lit up with a warm smile.

The sight of Dolores brought a grin to Adrian's face as he slowly made his way over to her. It was clear that he was still quite frail, but he seemed determined to make the effort. Y/N explained that he'd had an 'accident' and translated his signs for him, and Dolores's expression immediately turned sombre. She took his hand in hers.

"Oh, dear, I am so sorry to hear that, you poor thing." Dolores gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Well, you just take all the time you need, dear. It's good to see you out and about, and I'm sure that young lady here is taking excellent care of you."

They chatted for a little while longer, with Adrian becoming more outgoing as the conversation went on. It was clear that the old lady was a source of comfort and familiarity for him, and Y/N was glad they'd run into her because once they got home, Adrian began to search for his grandmother's knitting needles. He needed an outlet to pour his feelings into and knitting was perfect for that.

Sure, maybe it wasn't cool. But it was something he used to share with his grandmother, and that was a very grounding thing.

If he couldn't tell Y/N that he loved her out loud, he could show her through what he made. Every week, Y/N was presented with hats or cardigans or gloves or socks or quilts that Adrian had made for her until the majority of her wardrobe, even underwear, was knitted. They were all lovingly crafted, and each one held a piece of him.

Even his friends had the honour of gifts.

"Bro, these socks are literally so soft," Chris cheered, surprising everyone by not being a dickhead. Peacemaker then proceeded to take his shoes and his current socks off in front of everyone, and replace them with the new knitted ones.

"Put your dogs away," Leota complained half heartedly.

For the first time in ages, an audible noise omitted from Adrian's lips. The soft sound of Adrian's laughter filled the air. It was a beautiful, raw thing that made everyone around him smile.

After that, it was far more frequent for Adrian to make a sound. Not always laughter, but a chuckle or a grunt or even the odd curse word. Y/N couldn't help but beam every time she heard it, as if each sound was a small victory.

Yet, Emilia was the reason for his first full sentence. And his second.

As a treat, Y/N had bought a Halloween nurse's outfit online to make him laugh as she did one of his weekly checkups. It was short. It was slutty. And, Adrian burst into giggles upon seeing her, his cheeks flushed red due to pure delight, and reached out to grasp onto her hips.

"I hear you've been making progress, Mr Chase. Is that correct?" She asked, leaning into the character.

You're so sexy, he signed.

"Thank you very much, Mr Chase. Shall we start this examination?”

She did everything she usually did - blood pressure checks, listening to his heat rate with a stethoscope, checking his weight, etc. - but in a cropped, skin tight top with a neckline so low cut her boobs were practically spilling over the fabric and kept up the masquerade of porn professionality. Every other sentence she said was an innuendo in some way and guaranteed that Adrian was thoroughly amused by her performance.

Just before the check up was over, Emilia let herself into the house and came across the scene.

"Jesus, Y/N!" Harcourt screeched, covering her eyes in horror. "Almost your whole ass is out!”

Blushing, Y/N tried to pull the short skirt she was wearing down but it was no use, so she grabbed the nearest knitted blanket and covered herself with that instead. On his side, Adrian hurried to sit on the couch and yanked a pillow in front of his crotch.

"Is this what you two do all day?”

While Y/N quietly mumbled out a rebuttal, Adrian announced, "I wish this was what we did all day," in a voice that was wobbly from lack of use but firm in his belief behind the words. Yet, he did look shocked that he'd been able to speak at all.

Y/N beamed at his words, whereas Emilia, on the other hand, seemed to be struggling to decide whether she should be more horrified or amused by the situation - it made sense that Adrian would want to vocally express his horny thoughts, but did Y/N have to encourage them and kiss him directly after right in front of her?

Watching your baby sister do that, frankly, was gross to Emilia. Harcourt had never been one for lovey dovey shit. However, it was nice to see them happy. After all they'd been through, didn't they deserve a happy ending?

"You two are disgusting."

Eat a dick

"He said 'eat a dick'," Y/N laughed.

It was official: Adrian Chase was finding his voice again, and even if it was only to be as vulgar as he used to be.

"Well, that's... progress, I guess?" Emilia relented with a small smile. "Remember, Chase, I'm still your boss."

'You might be the boss, but I'm still banging your sister.'

Y/N let out a cackle at Adrian's comment. "Champ, if I translate that, she might kill you.”

Say it.

Emilia's eyes widened in shock at the translation, her mouth opening and closing several times before she managed to sputter, "Oh, you're lucky Squish is here, or I'll kick your ass."

He groaned out a "Bring it on" as a mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Thanks to the shock, Emilia had completely forgotten why she came to see the duo in the first place and left before Adrian actually made her like him. She had sympathy for the guy, but ever since he got back, he'd been growing on her, and she just wanted to nip that in the bud.

As Emilia left, Y/N turned to face Adrian, a coy smile playing on her lips as she let the decency blanket drop. "So, Mr Chase... where were we before she interrupted us?" she purred, sliding her hand up his bicep.

With a grin that could only be described as wolfish, his large hands clutched at the back of her thighs to manoeuvre her onto his lap. Adrian looked her up and down, taking in her flushed face and the boobs right in his face.

Lollipop

"Ah."

Before Emilia had interrupted them, Y/N was trying to examine his pupils with a light, but every time her hand came close to his face, he licked it. The deal was if he'd restrain himself until the test was over, he could have a Chumpa Chump, and he won that reward.

"I think you deserve it, champ." She stretched to reach her first aid kit on the nearby coffee table and produced a lollipop from one of the pockets. "For you.”

Vigilante was rarely seen from that point on. Y/N returned to her life as a kindergarten teacher but fully moved to Evergreen to settle down with Adrian, whose online store where he sold his knitted creations was booming. Their life was a lot quieter than before and, yeah, less exciting but they were content. And even though they'd been forever changed by The Monarch Hotel, they were fucked up together.

Whether as themselves or as the horny newlyweds 'The Bardots', the couple found joy in life and each other. They had a home. Not too long in the future, they had silver bands on their ring ringers. And they had a happy ending despite everything life had thrown at them.

*Click here for my Adrian Chase masterlist, or here for the entire masterlist*

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anulithots · 11 months ago

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#or dont bc idk whos actually gonna read the tags <-- me, I love reading the tags.

This is the most fun slideshow on earth. 1000/10.

Also also, I just love crater city so so much. It's so silly /aff and I love the characters and their INTERVIEWS and we ship Blair and Elijah in this house (they now have a shrine) (Their dynamic gives my brain happy chemicals)

Hi, I read tags. Tell me more about Blair and Elijah. How did we get here?

(I like reading essays, so if you want to share in detail go ahead!) (but also no pressure)

im not sure what exactly u wanted to know so i covered all bases. i know u expected an essay but i bring to u a shoddy powerpoint instead! so here is my

WIP explained in 15 slides

this feels like a storyboard/elevator pitch which it kinda is so there's that

...

taglist for those who want to be (remember this has spoilers in it)

@writeouswriter @lyra-brie @digitalsatyr23 @talesfromtheunknowable

#Anuli's favorite stories #bc i feel like whatever i post makes 2% sense to anyoe who reads it #<-- my family members have told me this to my writing and we can be confusing together if you want~#Confusing things tend to find people that obsess over them ig #Like there's this indie show called murder drones and it's ridiculously confusing but the characters are fun #I had to watch it three times and watch explainer videos to understand it #and there's people I follow who obsess over side characters who are only mentioned once #I think confusing/weird things are the best honestly #it makes them ~special~#and all my marketing research says that's a good thing #so yee

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starredfishing · 4 years ago

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@starlity hope its not too late in your timezone to celebrate The Boys!!!!!! Happiest of birthdays! ✨✨✨

#haikyuu!!#futakuchi kenji #yamaguchi tadashi #datekou #karasuno #nov10 #starry draws #idk if youll read the tags (let alone see the post) BUT!#i drew them a couple years ago (or was it one...cant remember) as well so i wanted to Update the two of them #(they were just headshots back then...look how theyve grown lol)#anyway thank you so much for always putting out such positive and wonderful content!!! it give my brain the happy chemical whenever u post #also since its been a while since youve been on the blog: welcome back (?)!#and i love how you draw them now i can see how its changed a lil...growth!!!#thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!#and happy happy HAPPY birthday to the boys #i slapped em in some fancie outfits just for fun. with some personal touches hope you dont mind!!#futakuchi cant even wear a suit right...sir this is not avril lavinge's skater boy...#yamaguchi givin us over the garden wall vibes ghflgfkgjfj #i cant believe i drew people Sitting. i never do that. congrats to me!#ANYWAY TLDR LOVE YOUR WORK LOVE THEM MWAH BYE 🥺💕#(this is a scheduled post! its 3:18 am rn.)

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onlydeas · 2 years ago

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Reciprocal IVF meaning both women participate in pregnancy the embryo implanted into her partner for pregnancy as a gestational carrier !!

i thought about it and i thought it would be cute if the child had yours and dianas features !

pregnant you !!

-diana was in love with the fact that you were carrying a new member of the family, although she wasn’t familiar with pregnant women, where she came from they carved the children “i’ll protect you and keep you safe always love”.

as you explained how her embryo was fertilized with a sperm and planted into you so you both would have a family with features both diana and you….and the random sperm she nodded “it’s embarrassing how both women can’t just have children with out a man” she walked away in disappointment

diana loves to kiss your belly as shes about to leave for a mission or to work she says it gives her luck on her missions “diana.. what about me don’t i make you lucky?” diana leaned into your lips and smiled “they get the luck from you”

you would never have to worry about not getting what you crave because diana comes to the rescue always with packs of snacks, you don’t want snacks? that’s fine she’ll cook you anything you want. Last time you craved cake she baked you 2 !! anything for her beautiful wife “diana.. you don’t need to feed meee !! i can do it myself..i don’t like to feel uselesss” diana kissed your nose and she pushed your hand down and then began to feed you again “but you aren’t you are carrying our baby”

diana doesn’t mind doing work around the apartment as long as you aren’t lifting a finger “No no, put that down you aren’t allowed to smell the chemicals i’ll clean it” you were only going to wipe the mirrors and windows “but it was-“ diana cuts you off “it’s bad for the baby my love” you nod giving up

diana loves to follow you around reading facts about pregnancy and babies “wait !! it says they can hear the voices and noises from inside the womb !!” diana gets on her knees touching your belly “hi baby im momma number two !! i’m going to love you and take care of you and protect you and your mommy always” diana’s eyes lit up as she looked up to you feeling the little kicks. You smile “can you feel it?” diana nods knowing the baby is reacting to her voice

as you both walk around the grocery store diana always i mean always walks extremely close to you just in case something ever happens or someone is giving you dirty looks “diana you don’t have to be so close im sure no one will do anything” diana keeps her guard up shes not letting it down for nothing

shopping with diana is always..expensive she wants the best for the baby “i think this crib would be best for the baby, oh look at it’s set !! it’ll be perfect should…should we get a smaller crib so the baby can be with us?” you walk over to the set and flip the tag your heart immediately drops to the floor how could something be so expensive !! “yeah i don’t think so how about we only get the crib yeah?” you walked out the store side eyeing diana as she carried all the heavy boxes smiling to herself. she bought the set not only that she got a portable bassinet to keep in your guys room

your belly got bigger day by day, “my love i was thinking what about we hire a midwife to do a birth at home..i don’t trust the hospital..” you smile at how much diana cares for you and you nodded “of course we can do that”

you both held a baby shower/gender reveal as people came up to you to hug you and congratulate you both diana would always remind them to be careful with you and your belly “please please don’t hug her so tight you could hurt them” as you both looked at the sky waiting for the color of the fireworks to be blue or pink diana held you “boy or girl as long as it’s you giving birth to our child and it being healthy i’ll always be happy” you smiled at diana’s words she’s so gentle with you. girl it’s going to be a baby girl diana kissed you all over and giving pecks to your belly

“what should we name her i think (b/n) would be pretty” your turned towards her smiling at the name she came up with “that’s a beautiful name !! of course we can name her (b/n)” diana smiled and kissed you, you looked up at her and smiled “(b/n) prince i really love the sound of that” diana smiled at how you repeatedly said the name she came up with adding her last name

“diana its time” diana rushed to go get the midwife she came back after a short while she opened the door and you could immediately tell the midwife was scared “diana did you fly over here?” you stared at diana in disbelief “of course i did i couldn’t just leave you here while you are about to give birth !!” diana led the midwife over to you

a beautiful baby girl was brought to this world. the midwife smiled as she gave you the baby “shes a beautiful healthy baby girl, congratulations you both are mommas, you smiled as you looked at the baby diana walked to your side and smiled “oh look she has your beautiful eyes” you smiled at diana then turned back to the baby “she has your nose and lips overall shes your twin” diana smiled as she reached over to hold the baby “welcome to the world (b/n) prince i’ll protect you and your mommy from everything always.

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i hope you all truly enjoyed it should i do a part 2 where the baby is growing up !?

let me know have a wonderful day and stay true to yourself. :)

#diana prince imagine #diana prince x reader #diana prince #wonder woman x reader #wonder woman imagine #wonder woman #justice league imagine #justice league x reader #justice league #dc

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whumptober · 4 years ago

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Whumptober 2020 - Updated

Welcome to Whumptober 2020! We’re doing things a little differently this year so please make sure to read the Event Info carefully. We are also excited to announce the addition of an AO3 Collection, which can be found here.

We hope you’re as excited as us to watch the Whump Community come together once again for a month of bone-crunching creativity and collaboration!

(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information, and FAQs are posted below the cut!)

No 1. LET'S HANG OUT SOMETIME Waking Up Restrained | Shackled | Hanging

No 2. IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY "Pick Who Dies" | Collars | Kidnapped

No 3. MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY Manhandled | Forced to their Knees | Held at Gunpoint

No 4. RUNNING OUT OF TIME Caged | Buried Alive | Collapsed Building

No 5. WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING? On the Run | Failed Escape | Rescue

No 6. PLEASE.... "Get it Out" | No More | "Stop, please"

No 7. I'VE GOT YOU Support | Carrying | Enemy to Caretaker

No 8. WHERE DID EVERYBODY GO? "Don't Say Goodbye" | Abandoned | Isolation

No 9. FOR THE GREATER GOOD "Take Me Instead" | "Run!” | Ritual Sacrifice

No 10. THEY LOOK SO PRETTY WHEN THEY BLEED Blood Loss | Internal Bleeding | Trail of Blood

No 11. PSYCH 101 Defiance | Struggling | Crying

No 12. I THINK I'VE BROKEN SOMETHING Broken Down | Broken Bones | Broken Trust

No 13. BREATHE IN BREATHE OUT Delayed Drowning | Chemical Pneumonia | Oxygen Mask

No 14. IS SOMETHING BURNING? Branding | Heat Exhaustion | Fire

No 15. INTO THE UNKNOWN Possession | Magical Healing | Science Gone Wrong

No 16. A TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY Forced to Beg | Hallucinations | Shoot the Hostage

No 17. I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING Blackmail | Dirty Secret | Wrongfully Accused

No 18. PANIC! AT THE DISCO Panic Attacks | Phobias | Paranoia

No 19. BROKEN HEARTS Grief | Mourning Loved One | Survivor's Guilt

No 20. TOTO, I HAVE A FEELING WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE Lost | Field Medicine | Medieval

No 21. I DON'T FEEL SO WELL Chronic Pain | Hypothermia | Infection

No 22. DO THESE TACOS TASTE FUNNY TO YOU? Poisoned | Drugged | Withdrawal

No 23. WHAT’S A WHUMPEE GOTTA DO TO GET SOME SLEEP AROUND HERE? Exhaustion | Narcolepsy | Sleep Deprivation

No 24. YOU’RE NOT MAKING ANY SENSE Forced Mutism | Blindfolded | Sensory Deprivation

No 25. I THINK I’LL JUST COLLAPSE RIGHT HERE, THANKS Disorientation | Blurred Vision | Ringing Ears

No 26. IF YOU THOUGHT THE HEAD TRAUMA WAS BAD... Migraine | Concussion | Blindness

No 27. OK, WHO HAD NATURAL DISASTERS ON THEIR 2020 BINGO CARD? Earthquake | Extreme Weather | Power Outage

No 28. SUCH WOW. MANY NORMAL. VERY OOPS. Accidents | Hunting Season | Mugged

No 29. I THINK I NEED A DOCTOR Intubation | Emergency Room | Reluctant Bedrest

No 30. NOW WHERE DID THAT COME FROM? Wound Reveal | Ignoring an Injury | Internal Organ Injury

No 31. TODAY’S SPECIAL: TORTURE Experiment | Whipped | Left for Dead

Alternate Prompt List

Alt 1. Punctured

Alt 2. Falling

Alt 3. Comfort

Alt 4. Stitches

Alt 5. Stoic Whumpees

Alt 6. Altered States

Alt 7. Found Family

Alt 8. Adverse Reactions

Alt 9. Memory Loss

Alt 10. Nightmares

Alt 11. Presumed Dead

Alt. 12. Water

Alt. 13 Accidents

Alt. 14 Shot

Alt. 15 Carry/Support

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wild-houseplant · 2 years ago

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I’m continuing on here because, naturally, I’ve run out of tags. (plus I won’t say no to having commas-- as a treat)

The concept of Ilanlas liking abstract art is such a fascinating one for me, because he gives such a strong impression (to me, at least), of being someone who doesn’t care to dwell on the hypotheticals or the whithertos and wherefores. There’s a concrete thing; focus; do the thing. What a fascinating guy. I’m looking forward to seeing more of his psyche in the story that will illuminate that part of him that appreciates the less tangible side of life :D :D :D I can easily see him liking the driftwood art, though, especially in preserving the original shape of the wood. And honestly, fair play to him for not being super keen on the nudity. Probably best that he lives there and not in rather more liberal places (looking at you Germany and the rest of Northern Europe) :P

I do like the idea of him living in the 80s though (I understand that after the 70s, most people had their clothes on again by this point). Thank you for the mental image of him with the bandanna, I will treasure that. I guess amid all the things that the Dalish (or rather whom they were based off) were put through, taking a moment to enjoy the good shit that nobody can take away-- a sunrise, the wind in your hair, good company, acknowledges the good and the bad. But I get what you mean, holy god.

>_> I am really not looking forward to Ilanlas’ run-in with Tamlen again. Like I absolutely am clamouring to read it but at the same time. Oh my god. The guy’s just a chemical reaction of emotions as it is and losing someone so important. Ho-ly shit. I can’t decide if he’d lose it and go completely off the rails or just crumble. Or both? Perhaps neither :o I am THINKING about it and I shouldn’t be because my heart’s breaking.

Ohhhhh >o> I hadn’t heard of the Arts and Crafts Movement until now but I’ve seen it around and ohhhhh Marelas!! Nice choice buddy!! Though as you mentioned I can’t really picture Vivienne being especially enamoured with it but eh. She can decorate her room as she pleases. Maybe they can compromise. idk, they’re adults they’ll work something out. But I can see a lot of Dalish influence easily finding its way into that sort of design and fine art style and ohhhh it’d be gorgeous!! After reading about Marelas’ idea of an idyllic life, getting to the bit where he’d like to foster a better relationship between city elves and Dalish elves... god I’d just lurve to get him in a room with Ilanlas and Astala during Origins and o b s e r v e . It’d be fascinating as hell.

Loving Marelas The Incorrigible Academic. God, him and Dorian, what a pair. I’m just picturing the size of their library and keeping in mind just how many of the books they would probably have read. No display books here, no ser :o And they’re both mages? They’ll go down a rabbit hole (i.e. One (1) interesting academic question that Lead to Another Interesting Academic Question etc.,) and nobody will ever hear from them again. What a mysterious epilogue they’d have >_>

Also I will be putting both Keeper Deshanna and Dorian in one of those cryogenic fridges. Marelas too. Just to keep the grief at bay. Or whatever cold preservative Solas tripped and fell into. idk, just seems like the logical thing to do because OBVIOUSLY I cannot possibly permit Marelas to go through any kind of loss now. Duty as a distraction or no, neither circumstance is permissible, and even with the proper resources to hand I frankly forbid it (in all my great and looming authority) so there you go.

This was a long response but I know you won’t mind x) Thank you so so much for indulging me!! These were so amazingly good to read. I do love lore food about the beloveds @D@ You spoil me so. Happy New Year you cool cool bean!! <3 <3 <3

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH my brilliant friend you know what? First the notification that you liked the ask game came up and the jittering began BUT NOW YOU HAVE REBLOGGED!!!! PREPARE. TO BE. ASKED.!!!!! Ok now I'll ask a lot, because I'm curious about a lot, and you just pick whatever you want to answer yeah? Yeah! <3 <3 I'll put this under the cut as it's ended up quite long (you said you were on the road tmrw and I didn't know if you'd be on mobile to answer, so I wrote the prompts here so you didn't have to get out of this to go back to the list-- god help me if it turns out there's an easy way to do it and I don't know it :P) Hope you're having a grand time!!!!

NOW!!!!!! For Astala my beloved, as she is always on my mind, let me put forth requests FOR: 1 (what is their colour palette), 2 (what does their handwriting look like), 10 (what piece of moody poetry or novel quote best encompasses your character), and 22 (what is some advice or guidance they received that had a big impact on their lives or outlook? was it a positive or a negative impact)

For Ilanlas my bitey beloved, who spins in my head like he's been glued to a chair-o-plane seat, I'd like to enquire about 4 (if your OC likes art, talk about what they would like best), 8 (if your OC were to live in an alternate time period, which one would suit them best), 12 (what is their character theme song and why? if it has lyrics, pick which ones best suit them), and 24 (is mental, physical, or emotional wellbeing most important to them)

And for Marelas my brand spanking new beloved, who is shiny and taking shape so gorgeously in my head, may I ask 3 (what architectural or design aesthetic would suit them best), 9 (if your OC were to imagine their idyllic life, realistically or otherwise, what would it be like), 23 (what sort of rules, routines, and rituals do they set for themselves), and 26 (if they were to lose the person closest to them, how would they mourn them and how would they handle their grief)

Plant, lovely friend!!! I am so excited for this!!! I did end up having to drive the other day (this is why the asks are trickling out of my askbox rather than being answered all at once), but here we are!!! And such asks!!! Let's talk about the beloveds! A cut is required because this never is short (please take as long as you like with this because it’s. Really Long.)

I appreciate you putting the whole questions into the ask so much!!! It makes life easier (and asks long, but no long asks ever intimidated us, did they? XD)

Astala

1 (what is their colour palette)

Oh boy. Astala loves her colors. She usually goes for muted colors. You know, kinda something like a fall palette. Here are some examples:

When she’s at court as arlessa or as the Hero of Ferelden, however, she very deliberately wears brighter and more saturated (and thus more expensive) colors, and if there’s jewelry involved she’ll go for gold. She’s definitely flaunting her status here in front of all the shem. At the Landsmeet, she’s well known for her red dress; a callback to her first encounter with the most esteemed nobility of Ferelden (aka. Vaughan). If she’s somewhere in her capacity as Hero of Ferelden she’s restricted to blues and silvers, sadly, but she makes it work (and work very well indeed, as Zevran would add). Below are the same colors as above with higher brightness and saturation to give you an idea of what that might look like:

2 (what does their handwriting look like)

Astala, dearest Astala, started her career of doing paperwork while having a fancy title with nothing to prepare her for hours spent writing (she does know how to write, thank you very much). In the beginning, her handwriting suffers from it. She grips the pen with way to much strength and either ends up with a hole in the paper or a cramp in her hand (or both). But practice makes perfect, and after a bit of practice, her handwriting is even and orderly as can be. She tends to make her lowercase letters pretty tall and overall her writing leans to the right. If she's sending informal letters (like the one to Sten) she likes underlining the important words to accurately convey the meaning and intonation of her sentences. She's also one to use several instances of P.S. to tell the whole of what she wants to tell. Her letters are mostly always nice and structured; she's better at accounting than writing, and tables are amazing, so she makes liberal use of bullet points and the like to speed up and organize the flow of information.

10 (what piece of moody poetry or novel quote best encompasses your character)

We've got a couple different ones here, so I stitched them together!

"It is never too late to be what you might have been." —George Eliot

This quote spoke to me because Astala was supposed to be a troublemaker like her mother and live a quiet, unassuming life like her father, was supposed to get married and start a family and is now a Grey Warden.

"Nobody protects us. So we protect us." —Miriam in Dragon Age: Absolution

This one is pretty obvious. Astala is big on protecting and wholeheartedly believes in her community and the need to stick together.

"All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt." —Charles M. Schulz

This one just made me laugh XD XD Astala loves to enjoy things (regardless of whether they are luxuries or not), but she does yearn for close connections. And when she can't have them, having access to nice things is definitely a way she copes with a potential lack of close relationships

"But of course, your Excellence. A true commander takes responsability for the life and death of the men he sends into battle; it's only right and proper that he should be held accountable for them. At the first stolen chicken you may have my head." —Rankstrail in The Last Orc by Silvana de Mari (a bit of context: Rankstrail is sassing the local governor's military people bc they wanted to torture one of his soldiers over a stolen chicken. And the chicken wasn't even a fat one to begin with!)

This book series is a YA fantasy series that I stopped reading after some installments because the characters I loved the most kept dying or falling into depression with no visible way out, but it handles poverty, government incompetence and injustice beautifully. Incidentally, the government in question has a very futuristic style of architecture, and given the Italian name of the author I wonder if there are some intended parallels to a fascist government. Back to the book, Rankstrail is definitely one of my favorite characters and the whole series was very formative when I read it as a teen. I wanted to include a quote and this one stuck out to me because Astala has to navigate some authorities trying to pull one on her while sneering down on her as well. I think she and Rankstrail would find common ground in that (and in the book series the whole thing is amazing bc Rankstrail dances circles around these people but they always maintain the upper hand in the end because they have the power and the resources and he doesn't!)

22 (what is some advice or guidance they received that had a big impact on their lives or outlook? was it a positive or a negative impact?)

I've talked about how Astala has been impacted by her mother, for good and bad. Her father mostly taught her by word and by example how to look for work and keep it, as well as how to care for her family. I really should talk more about Cyrion, because obviously he had the bigger impact on her here, but I want to talk about Valendrian.

When Cyrion was still recovering emotionally from losing Adaia and physically from having spent a winter sick (half of it working), Valendrian often took the Tabris kids with him when he made his rounds around the Alienage. Other children in sinilar situations had other adult family members (aunts, uncles, grandparents, adult cousins) who could do the same; not the Tabrises, so the hahren had to step in. Working with Valendrian gave them something to do, connected them more with their people and allowed them to feel useful and capable in a situation that was very much beyond their control. He sent them to run errands for families who couldn't, to deliver medicine or food, to watch over kids, to help clean a house or a street or warehouse, or took them with him to visit people who were sick (and not contagious), alone or grieving. He also often took the scenic route to his destinations and tried to send two of them ahead or something to get time with the third one alone. With Astala he talked about her mother, about her father, about the weather, her future, Soris, Shianni, and, when she was fourteen and still helping him out, her crush on Alarith (that moment in the first chapter of her story when she offers Valendrian her help with Vaughan and Valendrian tells her to step back? That's a callback to those days, when she and her cousins used to help him all the time).

Basically, Valendrian tried to lend these three kids what support he could give them. He's Astala's reference for what leading a community looks like, and what a community is, how it works, and so forth. This comes in very handy during the Blight, but especially later, as arlessa. She is some steps further removed from her people than Valendrian was at that point, but the basic procedures stay the same.

Ilanlas

4 (if your OC likes art, talk about what they would like best)

Ilanlas is very much about statues and abstract art. I think he’d love the black and white paintings of Franz Kline. It's the kind of art where he feels like he can step into it; the feelingnis comparable to when he sees a grove of trees or a structure of rocks or a bend of the road in the distance and wants to go and check it out. These paintings form a kind of space for him where he can retreat into. It's very nice and calming.

He'd also love sculptures made out of driftwood, particularly those where the wood has been left to stay in its original shape. In his opinion, taking the raw material as it is and working with its shape instead of bending said shape to one's will is much more imaginative, creative, respectful.

And then, while snooping through the internet, I found this piece, Burning from Within by Christopher David White. It's ceramic, not wood, which is a feat in and of itself, but what Ilanlas would find amazing is the way the copper leaf on the inside really makes it look like it's wood being consumed by embers. He'd see it from the back and get all excited about it jntil he'd realize that the thibg is not a piece of a hollowed-out tree but. Y'know. The naked torso af a woman. That'd bother him a lot; the ubiquity of naked women in art in general would. Why does everything have to be about having the hots for random women? Wtf??? (He's very unimpressed by the countless Andraste statues everywhere as well. At least they're clothed.)

8 (if your OC were to live in an alternate time period, which one would suit them best)

I answered this one here! It’s kinda hard to find a time period that’d suit him. He’s so integrated in Thedas. But, now that I think of it, he would’ve had a blast in the 80s. He’d have his own painted van and everything. He and Tamlen would just take off and make a long, long roadtrip to wherever the road will take them. They'd set up camp in the middle of nowhere, stop in the desert and spend the whole night looking up at the stars, park the van in the curb of a steep mountain road to climb those extremely climbable rocks, watch the sunrise next to a gigantic waterfall that douses them from head to toe in fine spray water. Merrill comes along sometimes and has them stopping at tourist attractions, museums and canyons. Can you imagine Ilanlas with sunglasses and a bandana holding his long hair back? He’d have so much fun XD XD XD XD

That said, big aside: since the Dalish have ties to Native Americans, Roma and jewish people, all of the above might not've been possible. I don't have a lot of knowledge on the situation of these people in the 80s, in the USA and otherwise, but what little I know makes me think that Ilanlas would've been more preoccupied with travel restrictions, bad faith from the authorities and just the general population, poverty and all of its lovely companions. For his sake, I'd like that not to be so. On the other hand, erasing the past of other people is not good. I hope he does get to see at least one sunrise next to that waterfall tho

12 (what is their character theme song and why? if it has lyrics, pick which ones best suit them)

I have. Several songs I relate to this man, but here’s one. Sound the Bugle from the movie Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron.

If you lose yourself

Your courage soon will follow

So be strong tonight

Remember who you are

I don't have a lot of smart things to say here, except that he's really going through it. Where Astala is doing her damnest to eke out a place for herself, no matter how small, where she can live her life as close as possible to what it used to be, Ilanlas has thrown himself wholesale into the Grey Wardens. The only thing he keeps for himself is the right to take vengeance for Tamlen, and since that means killing darkspawn, it's not really something that detracts from his role in the order (while Astala very much does try to put as much distance between herself and the order as she can). Losing Tamlen was like losing a huge chunk of himself for Ilanlas. When he finds Tamlen again, these verses will be significant.

24 (is mental, physical, or emotional wellbeing most important to them)

I think his emotional wellbeing is the most important to him because it's the most fragile. He has a very decent pain tolerance and doesn't mind getting sweaty or having his legs full of mud after trekking through the countryside for hours. He's also good at problem-solving and decision-making generally comes easy to him (even if they're not always the best decisions).

It's the emotions that get him; some things hurt him deeply and he doesn't know what to do with that. In other instances it's just him losing his cool or being brusque and not thinking much of it, only to then turn around and find that the other person is offended and blames him. There are many people that feel things more deeply than him, and he finds it hard to understand that because to him it's no big deal. It's a bit of a vicious circle, tbh. He seriously and unwillingly hurts somebody and then gets hurt back bc the other person reacts negatively for no reason, seemingly. Or even lashes out. Long story short, it's the emotional wellbeing that bugs him the most and that is thus most important to him.

Marelas

3 (what architectural or design aesthetic would suit them best)

I think Marelas would enjoy the Arts and Crafts Movement. It's beautiful (could do with a bit warmer and more vibrant colors though), practical and it puts great emphasis on the craft of the artisan. This man enjoys having beautifully made things around him, and that's one if the tenets of the Arts and Crafts Movement. You bet he had a say in Skyhold's furnishing, much to Vivienne's chagrin. Too Dalish for her taste.

He'd also have a field day in the Library at the National Palace of Mafra, Portugal. Baroque isn't his favorite (it's very Orlesian), but this building in particular is grand, but not gaudy, well illuminated, probably very cool in summer, and has tons of space in case he wants to strew his papers around to arrange them on the floor and look at them from a certain distance to get a look at the big picture of things. He likes mind maps. Also, the building apparently houses bats!! How cool is that?

9 (if your OC were to imagine their idyllic life, realistically or otherwise, what would it be like)

Here are some of the things Marelas would love to have in his life if you’d asked him right before the plot in Trespasser kicks off:

Study lore!! So much lore!! All the history and the magic, medicine, cultures, all of it!!

Peace for clan Lavellan.

A long life for Keeper Deshanna.

Many people around him he can trust and rely on.

Frequently meet the members of the Inquisition, see what work they have been doing, maybe even continue working with them to enrich the lives of the people of Thedas (and enrich is the keyword here. He’s no fighter when he can help it. He’d rather pursue social or cultural goals).

Be able to often visit Dorian, very often (the separation hit him hard, harder than he wants to admit. He thinks it commendable and a good thing that Dorian wants to better his homeland, but at the moment when Dorian told him he was leaving, Marelas did feel a bit abandoned in favor of more exciting pursuits. He and Dorian did have the chance to talk it through, however, and have settled on an arrangement that, so far, is satisfying to both. Still, he misses Dorian).

Not have any world-ending threats hanging above his head.

Foster more community between the city elves and the Dalish clans (I think somebody from his family came from the city, probably an uncle who married into his mother’s side of the family).

23 (what sort of rules, routines, and rituals do they set for themselves)

Back at his clan, his routine looked something like this:

Wake up, have a handful of something, pray alone.

Do some stretching, have some real breakfast, revise what has to be done that day with Keeper Deshanna and the clan’s Second, and start. He sometimes works alone, sometimes they all work together or in pairs. They have a well-honed system.

Part of his routine is taking a round of the premises (wherever he is) and see how everybody is doing. He tends to do that around mealtime, after getting some work in.

If somebody wants to converse with him, he will tend to schedule it in the afternoon, preferrably right after having eaten lunch and taken a bit of quiet time to himself, or when the sun is already lowering towards the horizon. He finds these are hours best spent quietly, and that they lend themselves more to thinking than to doing.

He will also pray alone in the evening, right after dinner if he can manage. He will go over the day, write up things that have to be done next (either the following day or at some point in the future), offer up the good and the bad, and enjoy the quiet as the sun sets and the stars start to shine.

Prayer is very important to him, and throughout the day there would be more opportunities, mostly with Keeper Deshanna and clan Lavellan’s Second. He tries his best to keep this routine after the explosion at the Conclave, although Keeper Deshanna and clan Lavellan’s Second are replaced by Cullen, Josephine and Leliana. He does miss the more relaxed rhythm of the life in his clan, but he makes do well. It is strange to him to be at the head of a group instead of the leader’s right hand. He takes responsability quite seriously and the biggest break in his routine is him doing paperwork until way later than he intended. Sometimes, it’s almost a relief when he can leave Skyhold to go roam around Thedas.

Another big interruption to his routine can be any sort of magical or historical study that catches his interest. He’s an academic at heart. In the Jaws of Hakkon DLC, he was happy as a clam at first, searching for Inquisitor Ameridan, and even in the Descent DLC he would rather have spent time studying the runes on the wall than investigating the earthquakes. The Emerald Graves were a treasure trove (albeit a bitter one). If there’s a piece of work that captures his interest, he will get his duties done, sure. But later you’ll find him writing deep into the night. Sometimes his room looks like a tornado came through and scattered complex diagrams and drawings throughout. This turns a bit unhealthy after he drinks of the Well of Sorrows. He now has direct access to knowledge from Arlathan, and he considers it one of his duties to record EVERYTHING the well tells him. He ends up with incoherent scribbles more often than not, but at other points he wrote down a poem, sketched a view from the temple of Sylaise, found a recipe to help with some kind of cough, found hints of an old technique to enrich iron, and so forth. It’s fascinating, but dangerous. More than once, somebody else had to take the pen out of his hand and send him to bed, or otherwise bring him back to reality.

26 (if they were to lose the person closest to them, how would they mourn them and how would they handle their grief)

Ooooh, this is a heavy one. Let's do it >:)

Okay, first of all, Marelas would nowadays have been diagnosed with some form of anxiety disorder (or maybe even PTSD, since the symptoms manifested after an accident in which he nearly drowned). As part of dealing with persistent worries, intense fears of danger and death, and with a generalized feeling of helplessness and loss of control, Keeper Deshanna encouraged him to seek special connection with Falon'Din. The reasoning was that if he died, Falon'Din would be there; he wouldn't be alone. Take away some of the fear that death inspired, and everything would be much easier to deal with; that was Deshanna's reasoning. After all of that and all the events in Inquisition, Marelas likes to think of himself as someone who is familiar with grief and who knows that a loss such as this one will take time to heal. He will do his best to be patient and lean on other loved ones for support, to give himself time, to cherish the memories while stepping out of himself to create new ones. And he does good! He tries his best! He is able to step away from the moment, take a deep breath and brace himself for the things that are to come and he is able to stay moderately aware of his own wellbeing during the period of intense turmoil that follows the death of a loved one.

The reality, however, is that he's a very sensitive man who feels things deeply and for a very long time. He might be patient, experienced and good at taking his own feelings at face value, but his emotions are stubborn buggers. He'll most likely spend a couple of days numb, think that it's going better than he anticipated, until reality catches up to him and everything comes crashing down. After that, he will cry, a lot, but try to keep some of it to himself. He does occupy a position of responsibility after all, and he has to keep doing his work.

In fact, although he knows that giving himself time to actively grieve is important, he definitely puts his role as First (or the Keeper if it's Keeper Deshanna who died), well... first. If Keeper Deshanna died, he would even officiate the funeral. Embodying the figure of the First/Keeper removes him from his pain by focusing on other people's pain, although that's not the only reason why he blends into his role in the clan. He does genuinely want to help. It is, however, part of the reason why he spends some days functioning well while emotionally numb. He's not entirely conscious that he does this, and there's no easy answer here because he does have a responsability for the well-being of the clan. He does best when he has somebody that will step past the whole "he is responsible for everybody" thing and makes him contemplate how he is doing as a person. Hold a mirror in front of him, so to say. So yeah, that's him if somebody close to him from his clan dies.

If Dorian died... well, that's a whole other thing. He doesn't have any official role to disappear behind here, although he definitely would find something to try and occupy himself with. He'd definitely be at the funeral, and he'd definitely ask if he could help with anything. But he's out of his depth in Tevinter, and he's Dorian's partner from down south. Despite his best efforts, he'll have everybody's attention and he'll be at an utter loss on what to do.

So he'd do his best to hold his tears in and cry when he's alone. He'd try to meet Dorian's friends and family and establish at least a bit of a positive relationship with them. And in the process, he'd probably have at least one moment where he'd crack under the pressure and either run away or cry somewhere totally inappropriate and end up mortified and with all the pain spilling out.

All of this, of course, if Dorian or Keeper Deshanna didn't get assassinated. In that case his new mission would be hunting those bastards down, and that's what he'd stand behind until the emotions one day suddenly catch up to him. And he’d go for it with a lot of zeal. He isn’t an easy one to anger, but when he is angry, it holds for a long time.

After having digested the heap of emotions, he does his best to celebrate the person he's lost. He's quite meticulous about marking death-days, and consciously makes space on those days to remember and honor the deceased. He might put up an altar with things that remind him of them and spend a good chunk of the day reminiscing and talking to them (without receiving an answer of course. He might be a mage, but communion with the dead is rare). And he would honor them by trying to help along whatever efforts they pursued in life, if the chance presents itself. Falon'Din is still a god he holds in high regard, even if after Trespasser the elven gods as a whole are unstable ground to him, and honoring the dead is very important to him.

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And that’s a wrap on these three! I hope the wait was worth it, and if you’ve read the whole thing, kudos to you! This was a very nice brain exercise XD XD XD It was really cool to get to know Ilanlas’s taste in art, tbh. I had a vague idea, but now I really want to sit down with him and talk about modern art. There’s a lot to go into there (starting with what the devil IS art??) and it’d be so interesting to hear what he likes and doesn’t like. Thank you so so so much for these wonderful questions!!!! I hope you are having an absolutely splendid few days!

#EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE I ASKED FOR LONG AND I GOT LONG YES YES!!!#Gosh you know I could see Astala rocking any colour. Those ones are amazing though and I am picturing her in all of them ty #also good for you baby write those big lowercase letters! Anything can be a skyscraper if you put your mind to it!!#graphology is largely regarded as a pseudoscience but the age-old correlation of small handwriting associated with people who are shy or #try to make themselves small is interesting to consider given the size of Astala's letters- if it had any truth I'd be 'yeah stick it to the #shem! don't make yourself small for their sake! write in bubble writing!!' or something like that #also god bless her for underlining the important things. Italics are hard in handwriting. My question to her is: if she lived in the age of #the highlighter would she use THAT instead or would she stick to underlining? I'd kill to see a letter to Sten in modern AU with fluoro #orange on Every. Important. Point. x)#Oughhh the George Eliot quote was especially amazing and so very Astala she is ALWAYS striving god love her. WHAT a woman #Also the Rankstrail remark was super on point as well!! I hadn't heard of the series til now but you've certainly piqued my interest :o #AND I AM LOVING VALENDRIAN WHAT A CLEVER FELLOW HE IS! And what a great leader too! Astala's been primed by the best of the best #She deserves it honestly! But it's also nice that he just... stepped in when Cyrion dropped the ball- and all sympathy to Cyrion too ofc but #yanno. kids don't raise themselves-- or they shouldn't have to. But it's good that instead of jumping to finger pointing and such the #community just steps in. I don't get the impression Cyrion is the sort who can be roused into action by a sharp telling-off. I think he'd #just crumble altogether and frankly the kids need all the parents they can get- borderling crumbly or not #But Yes Astala's learned from the best and honestly. I can't wait to see how she goes from here as a leader of the Blight Squad #I think Valendrian would be so wickedly proud of her. What a gal. I love her so much <3 <3 <3 #askin' games

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