#ignore the corner that was for me. i think i draw them too similar i forget which im drawing sometimes

[harvestmoth]

its a few days before but this counts to me

[a-little-lostmoon]

some LU headshots in my style for personal reference. subject to change bc drawing consistently is a bitch but overall i think i’m happy w them! (ignore the comic/writing idea in the upper right corner it may or may not be made into a full think idk yet—)

typed notes for each lu member + a little extra below cut

wild—

oval eyes

rounder oval ((ish)) face

amber earrings

healed scarring

androgynous

i tried to reference the boys’ canonical character models to individualize their features more. i love botw and totk sm but personally i’m not the hugest fan of the way the characters look for it? even so, i think the rounder sort of eye shape works really well for my wild

his colors specifically i drew to be a bit more sunset kissed/orangeish bc i was referencing a wild photo in which the time was sunset. thats abt it. but i think it’s really pretty on him so i’m probably just keeping that whenever i draw wild

warriors—

cheek bones/jawline

rounder ears

pointy eyes ((eyeliner that could stab a person))

cheek scar bc i felt like it

i stole away some of wars’ side fringes, forgive me i couldn’t decide whether i wanted them to cover up his jawline and chickened out. if anyone actually read the comic thing you’ll see smth abt the old man and wars talking abt how his hair parted to the other side of his face during the war. i made it to ‘vent my frustrations’ bc i drew his hair part referencing HW photos of link instead of LU wars and it’s now become my headcanon.

his hair color is vivid bc HW color pallet is pretty damn vivid and his eyes & earrings are a deeper blue to match his scarf. color coordination!

anw he’s a pretty boy so i made him pretty — that’s pretty much the rest i have to say abt that

time—

tired eyes

longest ears

(slight) rbf

both time & legend have half circle/oval eyes ((kind of. at least that’s what i tried to go for to give them a more worn/serious look))

i’m not the best with differentiating ages. i tried to make him look a bit more worn/oldest but i also wanted all of them to still carry some of that classic pretty boy link look. don’t have much else to say but he has the longest/angular ears bc fairy boy. let’s pretend four’s don’t look longer than his i drew him later and forgot

twilight—

<-takes more features from malon ((who i haven’t drawn yet so you don’t have any reference on that))

pretty boy face (wasn’t intentional but it is what it is)

twilight princess link is v pretty. twilights usually one of the more rugged (for lack of a better term) looking ones bc he’s among the taller ones/apart of the “adult” squad but i accidentally made him very pretty looking. oops. don’t know if that will remain consistent for him if i draw him more so we shall see

him and time share less features than i might’ve wanted? you can see a bit of time’s jaw in the way his face curves but overall they don’t share many features. again, he takes more after malon. but their hair textures are incredibly similar if that means anything

gave him jade studs bc they reminded him of midna and are practical enough that he can just keep them in the whole time (bc he will lose them or forget abt them if he takes them off)

sky—

rounder face

big eyes

lips

big ears

his hair color was a bitch to get right im not sorry i had to say it color is so hard to work with. in any case! skyward sword link has bigger looking eyes cus of the style and i just ran w that. his earrings are magenta to match sun’s dress but look red when the light catches them right (or wrong ig bc they look red in dim light too) just bc i realized his earrings were red to match his outfit/crimson.

sky and the next three (everyone sans wind) probly look the least off their character models

legend—

oval iris

full rbf

multiple piercings ((this is important for u to know))

longer narrow face & features

boy’s a strawberry blond bc i said so. and also legend purple eyes propaganda. i don’t know where exactly that originated but like i love it and im on board. he also has purple stud earrings he always keeps in — curious, isn’t it. he probably has more than i gave him but well, thats all i gave him. it gets the picture across. hc that legend realized he couldn’t get more fingers for his rings but he could get more piercings that could handle jewelry that did almost exactly the same thing. practicality!

also i couldn’t decide on legend’s hair length. its all hidden by that hat of his so i just… didn’t draw the back half portion of his hair. does that make my legend bald at the back of his head? you decide.

hyrule—

wide face narrow chin

freckles!!!

bigger earlobes

the earlobes is me projecting /hj but i tried to reference the og link’s face shape for him which idk if i like yet. he has freckles and more accent colors in his hair and eyes which is a subtle thing but a sorta maybe reference to his fairy magic. no piercings for him! i forgot them/didnt see them on og link and can’t really imagine when hyrule would ever get the time to pierce them so he and wind can do that together eventually to bond. legend will do it probly — he obviously has the experience and wild can’t be trusted (offered to pierce winds ears with a knife canonically)

wind—

big eyes

void eyes

big ears but rounder than skys

soft face

fluffy hair

wind’s 100 yard stare *does* things to the chain but none of them tell him that because he’d definitely use it to freak people out. i couldnt decide between going lighter sun bleached hair wind or bright blinding yellow toon link hair so i kind of meshed them together to create that. tried to make him the youngest looking

four—

symmetrical angles ((and then i drew a polygon quadrilateral bc thats the shape i used as a reference)) for cheeks and eyes

minish feather ((earring))

minish ears & nose

hime bangs

yk the picture of a minish that comes up when googled? thats what i used as a reference for his features. ears specifically, nose somewhat. four’s eyes are usually the greyish hazel color you get from mixing all of their colors together but i liked the split look for this piece more. his hair color is also wind’s but inverted so wind’s lights are four’s highlights and his darks make up the brunt of the base color as a slight reference to how it’s occasionally theorized/hc that wind is four’s descendant.

and the hime bangs were bc i wanted a little more “link side fringe” variation and i thought the sort of straight cut looked nice. hime bangs are not the right term tho bc he parts them to the side and doesn’t have that straight cut on his forehead but i’m too lazy to fight the correct term

— thank u for reading, go hydrate and eat if you have not <3

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Do You Play?

Day #3 - Prompt: Best Friends | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Goodie (Freak) | Pairing: None | Tags: Making New Friends, Playing D&D

"Can I sit?" a voice beside him asks, startling him.

Goodie looks up, annoyed. He's engrossed in his book, and now there's a boy he's never seen before standing over his lunch table. 

"Uh, I guess?" he answers, because nobody's ever asked to sit with him before. Not even the new kids. Everyone learns pretty fast to stay away from the freak. 

"Cool, thanks," the other boy says. Then adds, "I'm Jeff. My first day," he explains, gesturing around. Yeah, Goodie's aware. He wouldn't be approaching Goodie if he knew anything about anything in this shitty middle school.

Goodie nods as he sits, his lunch tray slapping against the table.

"This is the part where you tell me your name," Jeff prompts, and Goodie sighs. 

"Goodie," he says. Waiting for it: Goody-goody. Little goody two-shoes. Sam Goody.

He's heard it all. He doesn't give a shit anymore. It's unoriginal and tired, and he refuses to play along. Not even for the new kid.

"Do you play?" Jeff asks, seeming to bypass the usual foolishness.

"Play?" Goodie asks.

And Jeff flicks the book in Goodie's hand: Dungeons & Dragons: Rules for Fantastic Medieval Wargames Campaigns Playable with Paper and Pencil and Miniature Figures.

Oh. This is what he's gonna make fun of, then. Great.

"Trying to learn, if I could get this read," Goodie says, pointed. Dismissive. 

"Me too," Jeff says, opening his backpack, holding it out for Goodie to look into, and sure enough, there's a copy of a similar book on top of all Jeff's textbooks.

Goodie admits, "That's cool."

"We'd need a referee. Or, a Dungeon Master as they call them in the later books. Do you want to do it?" Jeff asks.

And Goodie does not. He shakes his head no.

"You know anybody else that plays, then?" Jeff asks. 

Goodie doesn't, and he shakes his head again. 

Jeff nods, accepting his answer, "Well. The two of us can play, but one of us has to be the Dungeon Master," Jeff says, picking up his square piece of pizza and taking a big bite. 

Fine. Goodie will be the referee, the Dungeon Master, but he doesn't want to. Not at all.

They have their stuff spread out on the picnic table in the woods outside of the high school, the only secluded place Goodie knew about. They can't exactly do this in the library. Ms. Waterson would have their asses.

But they're finally playing. It took a couple weeks to read, and learn, but he thinks they finally have a working campaign, as basic as it is.

They are both laughing, having a good time, as Jeff rolls the dice again and Goodie reads from behind his folded out Trapper Keeper he's using as a makeshift screen.

He's about to tell Jeff his fate, when Goodie catches movement out of the corner of his eye, but it's gone in a flash, and he feels a sense of dread. 

"Somebody's here," he hisses, and Jeff turns to look. "Don't look, dummy!"

And Jeff swings his head back around, pretending he wasn't looking. Too late for that.

Goodie tries to ignore the bear, or whatever the fuck it might be lurking in the woods, and goes back to stumbling through the shoddy campaign he's tried to cobble together. It's awful. He wants to play, not host. 

Then he sees it again, the movement behind one of the trees.

"Okay, I know you're there. Come kick our asses or whatever, and then leave us the hell alone!" Goodie hollers, not willing to play peek-a-boo all afternoon.

He thinks nothing is gonna happen, but finally a face pops around from behind the tree.

Eddie Munson.

Great.

The eighth-grader with the buzzcut. The one that's an actual freak. Just what they needed.

From everything he's heard, Eddie Munson is mad at the world, and Goodie isn't about to draw any of that negative attention towards himself. He's no fool. So, he looks away, and hopes Eddie will just leave.

They aren't that lucky. Goodie never is, so he doesn't know why he thought today would be any different.

"What're you boys up to?" Eddie asks, walking over towards the table, and Goodie pro-actively reaches out, trying to protect the set-up. They spent weeks on this, and all of their allowance money. He doesn't want to dig the pieces out of the dead leaves on the ground.

"Just playing a game. Dungeons & Dragons. Ever heard of it?" Jeff asks, like a goddamn fool. 

Goodie glares at his new best friend, trying to relay that this is not the kid to talk to. Abort mission, shut up, Jeff.

But Jeff didn't shut up, and now Eddie nods, sitting down at the table, right next to Goodie, and Goodie resists the urge to scoot away. But he doesn't. Show no weakness. That's what his dad always says. Easier said than done.

Eddie picks up his hand-painted dragon miniature and looks at it closely. Carefully. 

And then Eddie smiles, the barest hint of a grin, "Can I join?"

Can Eddie Munson play with them? Oh, sure, and then later they'll all go to The Hideout for a few beers, Goodie thinks, sarcastically.

"Sure!" Jeff says, excited, "Do you want to be the Dungeon Master? Goodie's terrible at it."

Goodie scoffs.

"Hey, either of you play an instrument? There's a talent show coming up. If we win, that'd be some nice cash to get a new campaign going."

Jeff looks at Goodie, and Goodie shakes his head, adamantly.

"Goodie can play the bass! He's pretty good!" Jeff shouts, and Eddie grins. 

"Excellent," Eddie says, a smile splitting his face, "that's excellent."

Goodie can't help it, he grins back, just a little. Maybe this won't be terrible, after all. For now, he pushes his notes towards Eddie so he can get up to speed on what they do have right now, while they all dream about what they might be able to play together in the future.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

I have to be honest, and this post is going to be without my buffoonery or tomfoolery.

I am entertaining the idea of getting back into writing a bit more, because my eyes really can use a bit of rest from the long hours I spend artworking.

But , and I am not exaggerating when I tell you this, the idea literally make me paralyzed with anxiety.

Yesterday night I managed to write those 400+ words for the artwork because I felt like "the main protagonist of the post is going to be the drawing anyway, so even if I fumble, it's going to be ok".

Also, while I am just a hobbyist, I am still a seasoned artist that has been working on her skill for more than 23 years. So, in a way, I feel, if not entirely confident in my skills, at the very least competent enough to know that I can create something pleasant to look at; but even then, I have always my anxiety hanging on my back like a freaking monke that has nothing better to do but bother me.

But with writing, I just become paralyzed with what I assume is fear.

Of what, I am still figuring out.

Because I feel this specific fear and block when it comes to writing an original character with a canon character (specifically, this was caused by my resurgence for Ardyn and Luscinia).

For example, when I was brainstorming for Aranea, even if my knowledge of the setting was limited to BG3 and before I started to actually deep dive into Forgotten Realms, I felt I was going like a breeze, with no fear, no uncertitude, just the brain never stopping talking and branching out by itself (which made my work immensely easier to be honest).

With Luscinia and Ardyn (but it can be even extended to Jacob and Dorothea, if one wants to talk about OC/Canon pairing), the same doesn't happen.

There is a block, a literal wall of nothingness that prevents me from writing and entertaining myself, despite all my willingness and WANT to just dive right into it, and allowing myself to have fun, and it's HORRIBLE. It feels like a freaking bubble in my chest that doesn't leave enough space for my lungs to breathe.

And while yesterday I was too tired to actually do some self-analyses of what the reason might be, this morning, after a good dose of coffee, I think I found one possible reason.

With canon characters there are limits that sometimes cannot be crossed, lest one goes OOC with them.

They are pre-made characters, with set personalities that one must respect in order to write them, and that, I found, put a crapton of pressure over me that only fan and fuel my anxiety, and this without even considering the high standards that I set for myself EACH and EVERY time.

Also, take in consideration that when it comes to creating and imagining, the only limits I like are the one I set for myself, not the one set by others (as it had happened with Dottie and Jacob, something that has partially ruined the fun I had with them), and that do WONDERS (*sarcasm*) for my ADHD.

On top of that, add the fact that if I see someone else with even a remotely similar idea as mine, I have the tendency of not pursuing it anymore because then my inner saboteur starts doing numbers.

Sometimes I am extremely good at ignoring the voices and doubt in my head that just mock me and ridicule me and fuel my anxiety, but sometimes they are just there to stay, like unpleasant roommates that cannot keep the kitchen clean and party at all times of the night😂

All this to say that I am basically a ball of anxiety in my little corner, rocking back and forth until this too shall pass, because I want to pick up the pen again for Ardyn and Luscinia, and I am utterly terrified by the idea.

But I so want to get back on track and write. I miss that so much.

[littlemissaddict]

i beg of you, please make nice!sweet!reader hit jason in the head with a lunch tray to defend eddie. then he immediately falls in love with her

I'm ngl this made me laugh out loud when I first read it but I love the idea so much that I couldn't not write it.

Word Count: 1668

A/n: this is not proof read at all so please forgive me if there are any mistakes

The relative calm of the cafeteria didn’t last for long, especially not when Jason and the rest of the basketball squad entered the room and took their seats at their usual table that was pretty much in the centre of the room considering they thought they were school royalty which was ridiculous, or so she thought anyway. Rolling her eyes and focusing back on her food as she listened into the conversation a few of her friends were having about a party at the weekend, one they had asked her to come too but she had refused as parties were not her thing. The loud music she could deal with but the drunk rowdy teenagers on the other hand, well she’d rather stick pins in her eyes than deal with them, no she much preferred to stay at home for a movie marathon or snuggled up under a soft blanket with a new book, both sounded like a better idea to her.

Her focus did not stay on the conversation for long, not when the familiar voice of Eddie Munson rang out through the cafeteria. A small smile worked its way onto her face as she turned to watch him, strutting along the table he and his friends sat at, his arms wildly waving about by his head as he passionately ranted away as his friends laughed along with him. To her, Eddie seemed similar to Jason in the sense that he was confident, loud and brash about things he cared about but there was one main difference. Jason was the cocky, self centred kind, believing that he is better than everyone else because his parents are rich and well-to-do, that he can do no wrong because he’s the captain of the basketball team. Whereas Eddie is confident in himself, he knows who he is, what he likes and doesn’t care if he fits in as long as he’s true to himself. It’s brave and she admires him for it which she thinks is what compels her to do what she does next.

Eddie’s speech doesn’t last long before Jason and a couple of his friends, who she hasn’t bothered to learn the names of, waltz up to him where he’s still standing on the table, now staring down at them with a challenging grin. “What can I do for you boys” he asks, innocently as if he doesn’t know that they’ve only come over to cause trouble and be rude to his friends.

“You know damn well what you’re doing freak” Jason spits and she watches as his hold body straightens as he looks up to Eddie, clearly not liking the power the higher ground gives him. “No one wants to sit here and listen to the shit you’re sprouting” he says matter of factly and the two boys beside him nod in agreement.

That’s all she can stand to listen to, she hates when anyone puts anybody else down but Jason and everybody else in this town for that matter seem to have a personal vendetta against Eddie just because of who his father is and because he refuses to fit in. It also annoys her that no one ever stands up for Eddie, not that he can’t handle himself but it’s always good to know you’ve got someone ready to fight your corner, to know you’re not alone in the world.

Anger bubbling inside her, she grabs her bag and pushes away from the table taking her tray of half eaten lunch with her as she ignores the questions from her friends about her sudden disappearance. She makes her way through the cafeteria without drawing anyones attention, being unnoticeable has its perks sometimes but she also has a feeling that it has something to do with the scene between Eddie and Jason that has captured everyone's attention. As she passes the bin, she dumps the contents of her tray into it but instead of heading in the direction to put her tray back, she heads towards the commotion.

Again no-one notices her approaching them or when she lifts the tray above her head but the resounding crack of it coming down on the top of Jason’s head and his following groan of pain as it hits is hard to miss. Jason’s two friends make no move towards her as she suspected they would but Jason is quick to whip around, arm already raised to throw a punch to the unknown person behind him and she braces herself for its impact. Only it never comes, instead Jaon stands frozen before her looking rather bewildered, it seems that Jason’s parents did at least teach him one good thing that it’s never okay to hit a woman which she’s thankful for as she doesn’t think the adrenaline coursing through her would be enough to numb the pain from a hit from him.

Although there is enough adrenaline left for her to curse Jason out, “You are a fucking asshole” she spits, proding a finger against his chest as if it would enhance her point, “You are insufferable, a jerk and-and” she faulters for more insults as the braveness she felt before wanes as she’s suddenly aware of all eyes in the cafeteria now being on her. She crosses her arms over her chest and takes a step back from him, “and for your information some of us enjoy listening to his shit” she finishes with a curt nod before turning and briskly walking out of there to find somewhere to hide as the reality of what she’s just done hits her.

On her way out what she doesn’t see is the look of awe on Eddie’s face as he watches her leave and he makes up his mind within seconds as he forgets about Jason. He reaches for his lunch box, flashing a grin to the just as bewildered members of Hellfire club before he practically launches himself from the table. He manages the jump pretty well, only landing with a small stumble as he rushes after her.

She’s halfway down the hall when she hears the pounding of feet behind her and she increases her pace thinking that it’s Jason coming for her but the mass of denim, leather and wild hair that appears beside her is answer enough that it’s not Jason. She actually wishes it was Jason for a second when she realises that it’s Eddie because she has no idea how the boy is going to react to what she just did.

“I cannot believe you just did that,so fucking metal honestly” he says as he grabs her arm to stop her from walking any further, “who knew that the shy, quiet, pretty girl would defend the school freak” he adds with a huge grin on his face.

“Don’t call yourself that” she frowns, this was not what she expected at all and she completely skips over the fact he called her pretty because if she focuses on it too much she’s going to do something she’ll probably regret - like kiss him. “You’re not a freak, you’re different sure but there's more to you than that prick in there” she states, placing her hand on top of his that’s still holding onto her arm as she nods her head back towards the cafeteria.

Eddie looks at her suspiciously as she talks, sure he practically fell in love with her the moment the empty tray came crashing down on Jason’s head but even still the kindness she bestows upon him seems too good to be true and he’s not at all sure if this is just some practical joke that Jason somehow orchestrated.

“Ok I’ve made this weird I’ll just go” she sighs as Eddie’s silence seems to stretch on but the moment she tries to walk away his grip on her arm tightens, not enough to be painful but enough to keep her in place. Now it’s her turn to be confused, “Eddie what-” is all she gets out before she’s interrupted.

“You’re serious? You’re not playing games with me?” he asks and it makes her sad that he would even think that she would do that to him, that anyone would do that to him. She shakes her head in response to tell him that no she’s not playing games with him and he relaxes, a smile lighting up his face, “and you like listening to the shit I say?” he asks, eyebrow raised teasingly and she feels her cheeks heat as he repeats back her confession she made earlier but she nods in conformation which only seems to make him happier. “What would you say to grabbing a milkshake at the diner with me after school then I can talk your ears off with nonsense?”

He phrases it like a question but it also seems like a joke to her as well and she’s unsure when she answers, wondering whether or not he’ll just laugh in her face and tell her it was all a joke, that he wouldn’t dream of going on a date with someone like her. Wait, was she getting ahead of herself? Was this a date? She didn’t know but the thought was appealing to her, a date with Eddie Munson, that was something her friends wouldn’t believe if she told them.

When she nodded her consent, Eddie’s already wide smile seemed to get even larger and it was infectious as she felt her own lips pulling up as he nodded almost as if he was surprised she said yes. “Good, great, I mean I’ll meet you out front after last class” he corrected himself as he bounced on the spot just as the bell rang and fellow classmates started filtering out of the cafeteria around them.

“Out front after last class” she repeated in understanding, a giddy feeling bubbling up inside her as she was swept away from him in the crowd of students with a promise of an evening spent getting to know Eddie Munson.

[howyouloveyourdragon]

What about yandere Daemon joining yandere Rhaenyra in being obsessed with half-sister!reader?

Would they marry her? (Aegon I had 2 wives)

oh 100%, i've written headcanons for this but let me know if you would like a fic once asks are reopened (probably sometime next week) because 👀

i've written this in the direction of this being similar to a sequel to my other Rhaenyra x half-sister asks

i don't think he would be attracted to her initially because he sees her plainly as Alicent's offspring and we all know how he feels about Alicent but he would still respect that Rhaenyra cares for you

i think Daemon x Rhaenyra's half-sister would be very much slow burn

he'll ignore you about the castle once Rhaenyra has you in her grasp but one day he's in the library and spots you reaching up to take down a book on Valyrian history. He frowns and studies the spine before regrettably deciding to approach

it is not often that he lets his desires go unheard of so he asks what you're reading so that he can be sure and when you answer he feels the slightest of intrigue nestle in his gut

he offers to teach you of his conquest of the stepstones and the second your eyes sparkle in interest he's fallen

it becomes a habit to join you in the library while Rhaenyra is off during her duties and even more of a habit to tease you greatly though if anyone so much as attempts to do so themselves, his sword is pressed to their neck quicker than they can draw next breath

he does not wish for you to see him in his violent tendencies but he does want you to see him protecting you and your honour

Rhaenyra will point blank refuse to draw bloodshed before you but Daemon enjoys a making a slow show of whomever disrespects you

Rhaenyra cannot lie and say that it doesn't bring a fond smile to her face when she sees you together in this newfound friendship but it does surprise her when friendship turns into desire before her very eyes.

She doesn't however remember when the feelings changed and neither can he

his eyes stared down at you one evening as you talked excitedly with Baela and Rhaena and suddenly he was imagining you caring for them as you do Jace, Luke and Joffrey, a twitch to his lip and he's down bad

the same night it happens he corners Rhaenyra in the hall but is shocked when she confronts him

Daemon will not deny it, he is a proud man and insist on discussion, pleasantly surprised when Rhaenyra offers a compromise between your affections – they share you

i think Rhaenyra would agree very enthusiastically to another Valyrian wedding ceremony, the more attention and protection her darling garners the better though you may be quite hesitant at first

despite it all Alicent is still your loving mother and you care for her and you know she is not fond of Daemon

too many changes at once might startle you

he would ease you into the idea but visiting you to the point of smothering and partaking his entertainment in your chambers

he won't have sex with you until you ask it of him but he will leave hints, he might dangle your desires in front of you before snatching them away with a promise of giving it to you tenfold in return for your hand in marriage

regardless, you will find yourself with two spouses and soon he refuses to leave your bed, complaining of his clingy arms

i think there might be some conflict between Rhaenyra and Daemon's methods of keeping you safe, while Rhaenyra will want to shelter you and especially during the war, Daemon will want you to see the pain your family is inflicting on your spouses

he is a lot more possessive than his other wife and impulsive too

he will act as though he is nonethewiser of your heritage in your presence but when Alicent or your siblings are present he will put on a show and keep you wrapped up in his arms with a smug grin

the blood of those who insult you have become a staple in his clothing, he will don it proudly

gift giving will be one method he uses to garner your attention though anything he gives you will have something distinctly Daemon about it, he needs you to think about him as much as he thinks about you

i think he would be very glad to gift you jewellery above other things because he will see it as staking his claim when you wear it

he won't hurt you but if the time comes for arguments he might be quite violent in throwing possessions

when it comes to bedchambers i think he would demand you all share whereas Rhaenyra would ask if you would prefer the privacy of separate (if you did take this offer it would hurt her dearly but she does not wish for you to feel trapped despite her displeasure when you are not within her sight)

[theseasasleep]

Story of Kunning Palace, E05 (semi-live reaction)

Of all the ways I thought Ning would handle the proposed slander against her beloved Zhang Zhe, the way she actually handled it did not align with my imaginings in the slightest. Sometimes what plays out is really better than the fiction in your head, hee. I did not see her calling out, not the dumb fiancee but the You-daughter. Nor did I foresee her half-drowning her in a jar full of goldfish.

FIERCE

Judging by the all the clips I have gorged on, this particular love line will be quite strong and trend for a while. Sigh. A decade plus of drama watching has whittled my patience for second lead to first lead love lines to whisper-thin nub but everyone keeps commenting on how amazing Zhang Zhe is so.... I guess the wait and watch won't be too grating.

...

I'm not sure I understand.

Zhang Zhe broke or bent his principles to help her on the oath that she'd become a good person thereafter.

Sometime later, Zhang Zhe is condemned to death for this.

Did he naturally get caught? Or did she deliberately sell him out? Was it more similar to the Yan Lin situation in which her people made moves without her knowledge and when push came to shove, she didn't make the necessary moves to upend the conspiracy for the sake of remaining Empress?

Whatever the case, it's clear Ning did many terrible things - some in ignorance, some in knowledge - to accomplish everything she achieved. I think she squared most, if not all of it with herself when weighing it against the ultimate end result... until Zhang Zhe ended up on the chopping block. I don't think she would have been able to write this sin off and once one stone in her ambitious bedrock was overturned, the rest likely came apart. It's why when she knew she was going to die she wanted her death to mean something, to be a reparation of sort to the only person remaining who might accept it because he thought she was worth something, because he's that good.

...

Oh. Oh. Look at the expression on his face as he listens to the patronizing, sexist drivel:

My scrumptious proto-feminist

...

LOL, he did a dignified catwalk and every lady in the room forgot to think and breathe!

I understand, ladies, I understand.

Geez, Ning, Xie Wei had them open a window for you, and only you, so you would have fresh air and bright light, to improve your mood and chances! Not to silently accuse you of being a potential cheat!

Wow, this is all up hill climb, my guy. Get your shoes with the best tread on, Xie Wei.

I know not a drop of Chinese and even I can see that's atrocious. And what did she draw in the corner. A flower? A dancing sun? A really fat, disproportionate hand with a vestigial finger?

And she asks, did she put too much effort into [failing]? Girl. It's so obvious she'd bring out the contrarian impulses of a saint. But maybe it's worth it since we get this face:

Teacher does not approve.

What I am enjoying so much in this scene is the action and counteraction. The way they each boldly challenge the other. She sent up an exam paper so abominable as to be a mockery [of him]; he passes her. She tries to expose her "stupidity" to the rest of the class; he threatens to critique the entire class, turning everyone against her idea.

point:

Counterpoint:

Concession:

Me:

...

I'm not even touching the "dementia." Rolling my eyes and moving on.

But, but, but... How was he so spot on?! How did he guess at reincarnation?! I mean, yeah, he said he doesn't believe in the supernatural but it can't be a coincidence to the narrative that he's the first to come closest to the truth?

Xie Wei: Ning, what's your relationship with Yan Lin? I NEED TO KNOW... *whispers* for science.

Oh, your father asked me to take good care of you in the palace... Yan Lin asked me to help you... By the by, that study partner list? Yeah, another ministry generates it but ultimately it has to run by me. The moment I saw your name I marked you for the palace. After going to so much trouble, it would be stupid of me to release you from palace duties now!

Xie Wei, be like:

...

God. I Hate Ning's Mom.

[hobiebrownismygod]

INFECTION --> Part 1

made this for my Pookie @tatumis-a idk the concept reminded me of you and I think you'll like it hopefully

42!Miles x Fem!Reader --> Last of Us AU

WC: 1k

A/N: This is basically just a random little AU I wanted to write out for myself 😭 only a short beginning to what is probably gonna end up being a long series. its not gonna follow the plot of the original TLOU but its gonna be fairly similar to stay tuned 🔊  🗣🔥

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This was your chance

You lowered yourself out of the window as quietly as you could, silently praying you wouldn't alert any of the guards stationed near the dorms.

You'd been planning this day for weeks. The day you'd finally escape the prison the government called a camp. The enslavement they called schooling.

It wasn't schooling and it wasn't a camp. It was a way for them to turn scared little kids into soldiers for their useless army. So they could send more and more young people out into the fields to die from cordyceps for nothing.

Tomorrow would be the day you'd graduate. 16 years old. Ready to be another soldier. Another pawn.

But you weren't going to let that happen.

You fell to the ground with a thump, immediately dodging behind one of the many wilted bushes surrounding the bottom floor. You watched as one of the guard groups walked by, flashlights aimed towards the ground in front rather than the surrounding areas.

You took your chance to quickly move past, walking along the streets as inconspicuously as you could. You hid from any guards that walked by, hoping they wouldn't notice you in the darkness.

The strict curfew kept the streets empty while the patrol attempted to weed out the few stragglers left behind. It was well past 11pm and basically everyone was asleep by now.

It only took you a few minutes of brisk walking to reach the fence, the only thing separating the camp from the outside world, riddled with infected and rabid animals. Mercenaries and gangs. Psychopaths and murderers.

Yet you had a feeling that the outside world would be a lot better than being entrapped in this suffocating line they expected you to call home.

The outside world would be a lot more welcoming than the government would let on. After all, if the Fireflies could survive, why couldn't you? A "terrorist" group who's sole goal was to save humanity from extinction.

To find a cure.

And now you were going to find them.

Because it was only the Fireflies that could truly make you feel like you belonged.

Like there was something worth living for.

A cure...that would save everyone.

You tossed your backpack over the fence, following after it. The sharp edges of the metal scraped at your hands, leaving behind scratches and drawing blood. You ignored the pain, biting back groans as you heaved yourself over, falling to the ground on the other side.

You immediately felt...vulnerable. Exposed.

Out there, you could be met with anything.

The groans of infected could be heard in the distance. You could always hear them this late at night, but right now their moans seemed much more harrowing.

But you shook off the fear. Finding the Fireflies was the most important thing to you right now.

And that's exactly what you were going to do.

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Two days later

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Fuck

You stumbled as you ran through the mall, the sounds of growling and moaning disappearing into the distance behind you. You knew they couldn't follow you into here, the place was too fortified, but you kept running just in case.

You turned the corner quickly, arm outstretched to grab onto the wall and keep you from falling. Your head was turned over your shoulder, looking behind you to make sure you weren't being followed. That was a mistake.

When you looked back in front of you, you immediately stepped back, arms up in the air. Standing in front of you, leaning back against the wall with crimson red leaking out of his side, was a young boy with a gun in his hand, pointed directly at you.

"Step the fuck back." He hissed, shaking the gun at you and cocking it threateningly. You obliged, silently taking a step back and nearly jumping as your back hit the wall. "Look man, I'm not gonna hurt you-"

"Shut up." You nodded, looking down and keeping your hands up while he inspected you, head tilting to the side slightly. "What's your name?" He asked questioningly, voice as icy cold as possible.

"Y/N." You replied, slowly looking back up at him. His gaping wound caught your eye. His shirt was ripped, as though he'd been slashed at with a knife...or with claws. When you squinted your eyes slightly, you could make out...

a bite wound.

Suddenly you stood up straight, your heart dropping into your stomach. "Wh-what is that?" You asked softly, pointing towards his side. He looked down and his eyes widened, a flicker of fear flashing across his face. "Nothing." He said quickly. "Keep your hands in the air."

"Were you bit?" You asked cautiously, putting your hands back up. He hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. But-"

You cut him off. "Let me go. You're going to die anyways, don't take me down with you."

"I'm not going to die!" He exclaimed nervously, voice trembling and the gun in his hand shaking slightly. He cleared his throat, pointing the gun at you once again. "I'm not going to die."

"Let me guess, you were bit this morning? By one of those monsters out there?" You asked, tilting your head back slightly. "Come on, man. Just let me go."

"I-I-" he hesitated. "You're not gonna believe me." he said quietly, shaking his head.

You narrowed your eyes at him. "What's there to believe?"

He stayed silent for a moment. "This bite...its two weeks old." he whispered, slowly moving his gun down. When you realized he wasn't going to hurt you, his words began to sink in.

"You're lying." You muttered. "You're lying! That's not possible. Everyone turns within three days." You took a cautious step towards him, gesturing for him to show you the wound. "Let me see it."

He leaned back against the wall and sat down, lifting his shirt up slightly. You crouched in front of him, the sight sending a wave of nausea across you. "Oh my god." You whispered softly. He flinched.

The wound was...healed, somewhat. It looked old. Definitely older than other bites you'd seen. It wasn't infected. But how was that possible?

Everyone turns within three days...

"How are you alive?" You whispered.

He stared at you back at you, his eyes filled with what you could only understand as pain. "I don't know."

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ramuda thoughts.... any...... i heart ramunenensns

RAMUUDUAUAUAUUAUA

I love him I love him sm.

Thinking of domestic chores with Ramuda rn.

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Doing domestic chores with Ramuda. The boring, the basic, the things you do not because you enjoy it- but because you have to. But if it’s with you, Ramuda doesn’t really mind it.

Because it makes him feel normal.

Doing dishes with you- helping you dry the dishes as you wash them in the sink. Teasing you with soapy bubbles as you jokingly push him off, pretending that he’s being annoying. Sneaking kisses on your neck, wrapping his hands on your hips, everything you respond with reminds him more and more why he fell in love with you.

You’re in charge of vacuuming the carpet while he sweeps the hardwood and tiles. But being apart from you is so boring!! He’s desperate for a slick of your attention he claims he needs a personal instruction in how to sweep (he does this everytime). You tend to ignore him and he eventually just does it himself so you can finally pay attention to him.

Fixing the bed is literally impossible. He just wants to cuddle in bed with you! You ask him to tuck in the corners as you flatten out the sheets but he just tackles you into bed the moment you aren’t paying attention to him. This time, it actually works because he’s just so nice to cuddle with.

With the other chores, he acts similar to these. Always trying to draw your attention away, claiming that he’s too cute for you to ignore. But no matter how much it seems like he’d rather do anything else than help you with chores- he enjoys spending this time with you. Because it makes him feel normal. It makes him feel human.

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Ramuda makes me cry thinking abt him he’s such a good character I want to give him kisses

[froot-batty]

Hi! I'm the Anon who asked about fanart, like I said I really love your redesigns, and I tried sending an Ask like this previously but I'm not sure if it went through. If it did, please ignore this! And sorry for the really long Ask, I'm just really excited about the art <3 Like I was saying, your redesigns are awesome! Like, the coloring, the concepts, the stories behind them are all really cool! I found you after I saw your Azrael art, and I just fell in love! I couldn't help but draw fanart, since I've always loved JPV/Azrael (Also! Since you stated before that your redesign of Azrael is fem, I was wondering if you gave her another name than Jean-Paul? Also Also, to make life easier I'm referring to Az as She/Her the entire Ask) and your art is just so motivating! I did a whole panel redraw, which I think is the first time I've finished a redraw.

This is the original Panel, it's in Issue 2 (I think) of Batman: The Sword of Azrael. Context: Batman is investigating in Switzerland when he nearly busts the Order of Dumas' operations, so the Order send Azrael after him and they fight since they're not yet allies. Bats thinks Az has the disadvantage since she doesn't have snowshoes (and he does), but Az is apparently immune to the laws of physics and nearly kills him.

Like in the original Panel, Bats is trying to defend himself with his cloak, and Az continues to not care about silly things like friction <3. (No but seriously, she's wearing clothes that look really heavy, how is she moving through the snow? Especially with sword and wings? Magic? Spite? My disregard of the laws of physics for the sake of coolness? Probably) The Background nearly killed me, I'm never drawing snow again.

The motivation didn't run dry at the Panel Redraw, so I also have a bunch of sketches! And Questions, if you want to answer them.

When I saw that Az only had one eye in this, and presumably a scar on the other, the first thing I thought of was Lehah/Biis, who was one of Az's original enemies in Batman: The Sword of Azrael. Lehah/Biis also has one eye and a scar on the other, which was given to him by the former Azrael (JPV's father) before Lehah killed him. Lehah was an enemy of the Order, and Biis (Who was a demon lord) was Azrael's (The angels) greatest enemy in St. Dumas lore. Lehah became Biis' host in a similar way that JPV is Azrael's host. Is there a connection, or is it just a coincidence? Does Biis/Lehah still exist or?

Speaking of the Order, is that still a thing in your redesigns? Or does Az have a completely different backstory now? Also, the wings! How did she get them? Was she born with them, or was it an experiment gone wrong? Or right?

Also, does Knightfall still happen, or something similar? Or is there another reason for Azbats? On that, does Bats still take in Az?

I would love to hear everything about her! Any tidbit or fact, I am actually in love (Platonic) with her and would love to hear any details at all about her! Thank You!

I did get your other ask, but I decided I'm answering this one instead so I can actually answer your questions >:]

ANYWAY

HEART EYES !!! HEART EYES HEART EYES !!!!!!!

Thank you so much for the kind words <3 When messing with rogues and changing how they are in canon significantly I always worry about fans of specific characters or DC in general being mad at me, so knowing people like 'em despite/because of all the changes is very reassuring :]

THAT REDRAW IS SO GOOD !!!!!! Get his ass Az who needs physics when you have pure rage in your heart. Queen. I'm happy my evil bird woman could motivate you to do a whole panel redraw for lil ole me, even if you had to suffer through drawing snow

THE SKETCHES TOO. I'm glad you made her creepy, her default state is to be weird and off-putting <3 weird ass lab grown angel girl. I especially like that top left corner sketch of her, something about how you drew her spiky hair and STARE I'm a big fan of

NOW FOR YOUR QUESTIONS:

Her name is still Jean-Paul, it's just pronounced like the pants (jeans) instead of the French version of John. The Order had already picked out the name before knowing that her sex was female instead of male (like they'd expected), so they just switched the pronunciation. They're lazy like that (I considered changing her name to Joan-Paul, like Joan of Arc, but it both looks AND sounds weird, so I didn't)

The Order of St. Dumas IS also a thing, yeah :] In my AU, The Agency worked alongside the Order to create Azrael. She was basically lab-grown like a homunculus according to the Order's wishes, thus the wings! They wanted her to look like an angel Az also has inexplicable longevity because of the genetic experimentation, so she's Azrael-ing long after Bruce retires as Batman

....I have a confession. The only comic I've read with Azrael in it is Order of the World, the rest I picked up from fanon or just reading around. I didn't know anything about Biis when I thought up the design; the missing eye is a fun coincidence. Thank you for telling me about him, though! I'm sure Biis/Lehah exists somewhere, who knows what Azrael gets up to when she's not in Gotham? The missing eye itself comes from Batman himself, actually. When Azrael first stops by Gotham, he's super stressed out and in the middle of a VERY ROUGH YEAR, so he ends up accidentally nailing her in the eye with a Batarang. It's meant to connect her with that passage I drew her alongside before, Matthew 7:5 :]

The events of Knightfall sort of happen! Azrael makes two trips to Gotham, and only in the first one does she dress up as Azbats, since she thinks that Batman isn't doing enough to save Gotham and she needs to "become" the new (and better) Batman in his stead. As for Knightfall, in my AU, Azrael and Batman remain enemies (because I love evil women), so Knightfall is actually a team-up between Bane and Azrael after Az gets driven out of Gotham the first time. Azrael breaks Bane out of prison and whisks him off to Gotham to help her beat the shit out of Batman, basically. And it works for a little while! But Bane wants to conquer Gotham alone and also finds Az super duper annoying, so he betrays her. Like in Knightfall, Az almost kills Bane, but instead of deciding not to she just gets beat and then runs away out of Gotham like a coward again

She doesn't come back to Gotham for a few decades after being kicked out the second time. She hears about Bruce's retirement and comes back expecting she can finally save the city, only to be immediately thwarted by both the New Batman and Blight, the latter of which she comes to be both a fascination and enemy of (I'm still slowly thinking about my version of Batman Beyond, so this is subject to change)

Bonus fun fact: I think her and my version of Jane Doe would get along. Or relate to each other. Girls with evil scientist parents who grew them in a vat and sent them out to kill people after manipulating them for their entire lives

Aaaannd that's all I got for now! I hope this little bit of information was satisfactory, and I'm very glad you want to learn more about her :))

[fieldofdaisiies]

Elucien | The Joys of Gardening

type: fluff warning(s): none word count: 2,9k words request: how they eventually fall in love with each other and the secret looks and stuff.

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Lucien Vanserra once again finds himself gazing at the door leading to the garden — his soul yearning, longing for the female who is standing behind the glass doors. She is just so beautiful, her gaze fully focused on the plants while she brushes the back of her hand over her flushed and in a thin film of sweat covered face, her hair—

Are these the gloves he gifted her all those years ago for Solstice?

Lucien’s lips part a little and he leans forward, now openly staring at his mate. His eyes narrow in on Elain Archeron’s hands and he gets the confirmation that these are indeed the gloves he gifted her.

She is really wearing them! Lucien’s soul seems to sing and dance when awareness dawns on him and he has to bite back the grin that threatens to spread all over his face. He does not want to make it too obvious that he has been staring at her again, Elain is still sometimes ignoring him and behaves rather reserved around him. But he made his plans without the High Lady of the Night Court. 

Feyre, upon stepping into the room, clears her throat, the corners of her mouth already lifted when she silently regards Lucien and follows his gaze to her older sister. Elain is working in the garden, trying to move her plants around and Feyre decides that Elain definitely needs help with that.

“You could help her, Lucien.” 

Lucien startles a little — first Feyre caught him staring and secondly she stepped into the room without announcing herself. Lucien draws in a deep breath and turns to look at Feyre. 

She wouldn’t want me to help, Lucien thinks, but says, “No, I think she is fine.” 

The High Lady of the Night Court does not feel like accepting that, purses her lips and braces her hands on her hips. She knows that Lucien is in love with Elain and that Elain, as much as she tries to deny it, has very similar feelings for him. Feyre has maybe one or the other time entered her sister’s mind when talking to her sister about Lucien—she wasn’t proud of it, but she got the confirmation that a million thoughts in Elain’s mind concerned around Lucien Vanserra and how polite and kind and handsome he is. 

“I think she would appreciate it.” Feyre smiles softly, tilting her head a little. 

Lucien ponders for a moment, looking at his fingers and up at the High Lady again. Feyre averts her gaze for a moment, looking directly into Elain’s face through the glass doors. In amusement Feyre raises a brow. 

The middle Archeron sister’s forehead lies in furrows, she is nibbling on her lower lip, staring at Lucien’s back through the glass doors. For what feels like hours she has been carrying those stupid flower pots to the door and away from the door just so she could steal more glances at Lucien…at her mate. Just so she could catch him looking at her, but he never seemed to look. Which is good, so he would not catch her looking at him. But then…why is he not looking at her? There are so many thoughts in Elain’s mind, so many emotions bubbling up inside of her, she feels like she is going to explode any minute. 

When the taste of metal reaches Elain’s taste buds, she lets go off her lower lip and realises that she has bit down a little too hard, being so caught up in her thoughts.

What is he talking to Feyre about? Elain wonders and thinks for a moment that she could just go inside and…wash her hands or something and then—

Lucien is getting up. Lucien is getting up! 

And Elain’s heart starts racing when she promptly turns away from the door. She steps from one foot to the other, reaching down to lift up a flower pot, but it is the heaviest one and she can’t quite make it work, so it slips back to the ground, her hands still lingering on the edges.

Is he leaving already? Without even checking in on her? Will he just leave and not even say hello? He always said hello and now…would he just leave and not ask her how she is doing? Would he return to the mortal lands? To Jurian. To Vassa—

“Can I help you with anything, my lady?” 

The breath gets knocked from her, her cheeks so hot all of a sudden. She stares straight ahead into the large garden, her feet rooted to the ground. Her heart skips one or the other beat when she focuses on a bird couple, happily sharing am earthworm.

“My lady, did you hear me?”

Elain’s hands lift on their own accord, she is waving them around in front of her body, gesticulating something when she spins around. She points her thumb into the garden behind her and then to where they are standing right now. 

“I did. Hear you. I did hear you, Lucien. Lord Lucien. Hello.” Elain smiles a little awkwardly, her cheeks flushed and burning with heat she has just rushed through her greetings. 

Lucien has to bite down on his lower lip, silent amusement etched into his features. His chest warms at the sight of her, covered in dirt and mud, culms of grass, leaves and petals in her hair and she is truly wearing the gloves he has gifted her. “Hello, my lady.” 

His smile…he is like the sun personified, Elain summarises and once again it makes so much sense that he is Helion’s son. Their gazes meet, locking and Elain feels her heart beat in her throat, her chest warming. She holds his gaze, not wanting to look away, she wants to get lost in the russet and the metal, she wants to be consumed by his gaze because no has ever looked at her like Lucien Vanserra does. 

The fiery male notices her look, no longer her shy glances and reserved glimpses at him, this look is filled with passion and longing. She looks at him the same way she does and he loves this. “Now, can I help with something, Lady Elain?”

Elain finally lowers her hands and wipes them down her pants. She hesitates. If she says yes, they will spend time together and she does not know if her heart can take this. And she…gods! Elain for the first time notices how…ruffled and absolutely gross she looks when she sees the reflection of herself in the glass door behind Lucien. Her breathing halts and her expression is a shocked one. “I…I…”

“Don’t need help. Yes, thought so.” Amusement and joy vanish from Lucien’s expression in an instant, like they have been wiped away. He lets his shoulders slump and is on the verge of turning on his heels when Elain lunges herself at him, grabbing his wrist in both her hands and she pulls him back. “NO!” she blurts out, her wide eyes meeting his. “I need help. I do. I really do. They are so heavy and I can’t carry them on my own. I really need you to help me. Someone as strong as you.”

She knows her face is the colour of beetroot red by then, but she ignores it, also what she looks like. If Lucien still manages to look at her like she is the most beautiful female in the world, it couldn’t be too bad. 

“You do?” Lucien cocks his brow, loving how her small and gloved hands feel around his arm. The former frustration leaves him and joy and relief about her wanting to spend time with him fill every fiber of his body. He feels his heart skip a happy little beat, his eyes slowly starting to glow again. “I do!” Elain expresses, grinning up at him. Only now, for the very first time, does she really take in his height. Lucien is incredibly tall, definitely taller than Rhys and taller than Azriel, but it is not intimidating, rather gives her a feeling of security and safety. Like she wants his body to shield her from all the cruel things this world has to offer. Or him to lift her up, into his strong arms, carry her around, throw her over his shoulder or onto the bed.

Elain’s eyes widen when realisation dawns on her about what she has just been thinking about. Good gods! Only the male with the…fire in his veins —she still curses Feyre for telling her about it— makes her think things like that. 

Almost as if he could read her mind, Lucien’s brows lift in silent amusement. “So what do we do? Where do we need to carry them?” “The really big one to the—oh sorry!” Elain quickly pulls her hands back, only having realised then that she has still been holding his arm. “To the small terrasse over there.” Elain points into the direction, it is half across the garden and Lucien understands that she really needs help. Even if the pot wasn’t so heavy, it would still be exhausting to carry it across the garden. 

Tingles erupt in both their hands as their finger tips brush when they both move and place their hands around the pot to lift it up— they feel it even through the thick gloves. 

“I see you appreciate my present,” Lucien says with a smirk on his lips, hoisting the pot up and lifting 90% of its weight. Obviously he would not make Elain carry most of it. She has to reach her hands rather high up to still hold onto it and can only peek over the edges of it to answer her…mate. 

“They are good,” she says somehow matter-of-factly. The pot is just so heavy and all the air gets stolen form her lungs. But she forces herself to keep talking when they take their first steps. “Amazing. Amaz-ing, actually. They are amazing.”

Lucien smiles brightly in return, the muscles in his shoulders flexing when they slowly move over the grass, carrying the heavy pot. Veins pop on Lucien’s forehead and his neck and for a moment Elain feels bad that she asked him if he could help her move the pot — Cassian would have to move it back later. But she desperately needed to find something to make Lucien stay, to make him spend time with her and between the hesitation of wanting him to stay and being nervous about him staying it was the only good thing she could come up with. 

“Here?” Lucien pants and Elain decides that here is perfect. They lower the pot to the ground and Lucien groans lowly. The sound is so purely male, so primal it has Elain’s toes curling and she looks at him with parted lips while brushing her damp palms down her thighs. 

Lucien mirrors her movement, before he lifts his arms and moves his hands back to re-tie his hair. Due to sweating the white shirt perfectly clings to his body, his biceps flexes and all Elain is able to do is stare — mouth open just a little bit, eyes roaming her mate’s glorious body. 

“Maybe you should ask Feyre to paint me, it’ll last longer.” Lucien winks at his mate, which makes Elain draw in a sharp inhale and she rolls her eyes. Her heart skips on or the other beat and sweat breaks out on her skin. “You are silly, Lord Lucien!”

“My Lady,” Lucien rebukes and behind his back dips his thumb into the wet soil of the flower pot. “Let me quickly help you. You have something…” He brings his thumb up to her face and before she knows what he is about to do, he wipes his dirty thumb over her cheek. “On your face.” 

A shit-eating grin blooms on his face when he watches the incredulous expression creep into Elain’s features, her eyes ablaze with fury. It only amuses him more and makes his grin widen into a full toothy one. 

“You are a foul one, Lord Lucien!” Elain shoots back and before he can help himself Elain grabs the bucket next to her, lifting it up and splashes the small amount of water all over Lucien who yelps like a little pup whose foot got stepped onto. There is nothing but challenge and cockiness in his expression. His hands reach for Elain, he pulls her to him and just a moment later her feet leave the ground, he lifts her up and throws her over his shoulder. 

“As much as you are a noble lady, you deserve the punishment that is now coming for you,” Lucien hollers, his chest rumbling with loud laughter. Elain trashes her hands against his broad back, nothing but hard muscles underneath his shirt. She laughs loudly as well, not being able to hold back, while swatting at his shoulders now. “Lord Lucien! Let me down!”

And punishment? What would he do?

She gets the answer when first her butt, then her back touches something wet and cold and then her whole head is under water for a split second. He has thrown her into the little fountain in the garden? 

Elain reaches for him, for anything she can grab of him and pulls Lucien into the water with her. She fights him onto his back, straddling him in the course of her doing and splashes water onto him. “You threw me into the fountain?!” Elain expresses loudly, tasting water in her mouth when laughing again. She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, trying to steady her breathing and her rapidly beating heart.

“I sat you into the fountain, my lady. I thought you needed a cool down.” Lucien reaches for her hips, before taking her smaller hands into his bigger ones, so she could no longer splash water onto him. From his lowered position he can catch the perfect look at her, her hair wet and ruffled, face a little dirty and flushed and the sun high above them creating a perfect glow to her skin. Lucien forgets how to breathe, forgets how to exist. 

“Even all wet and disheveled you are the most beautiful female I have ever seen.” His voice is hushed, breathless.

“You are a liar.” 

“Am not,” Lucien breathes, eyes momentarily dropping to her lips, his eyes ablaze with admiration.

Elain looks at him in the same way he is looking at her, her own heart stopping at the sight of her mate. Lucien’s white shirt has turned transparent from being wet, his sculpted chest, his strong shoulders, the corded muscles of his upper arms now perfectly visible. Her breaths are ragged when Elain leans in a little. “I can only return that,” she says in a whisper, eyes tracking Lucien’s features.

“But wet suits you,” she then adds, grinning and loving how sleek Lucien’s hair looks when wet. “Wet definitely suits you,” Lucien chuckles, winking and only then Elain slowly understands the innuendo. If there has been one? Has there been one? 

Her eyes widen a little —truly only he could make her things like that. Elain slides closer to Lucien, her fingers brushing over his forehead to wipe some small strands of hair out of his face. “Should we get out of the fountain?”

“Don’t you like it here?” Lucien asks, his tone amused. His is still smiling brightly, just like the sun high above them in the sky. 

The Archeron sister wiggles her hips a little, her legs feeling a little numb from the position they are in. “I have to admit that it is getting a little cold,” Elain answers and it is everything Lucien needs to hear. With graceful simplicity he lifts her up and moves them both out of the small fountain and onto the freshly mown grass. “I think we really should do gardening more often, shouldn’t we?”

Elain’s grin and the glow in her eyes is answer enough — he knows only good things are coming for the two of them after today. 

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[gunophilia]

Hello, before I get too far into it, I'm just going to give my main point right away:

I get it.

Writing is hard. Art in general is hard, but in my experience, finding the motivation to continue a story is one of the hardest things I've ever done in my life. Trying to find the words to explain it is difficult, ironically, how do you really explain the overwhelming want to do only to loss all motivation the second you actually try? It's not that I don't want to write, I absolutely do, and I have all these stories and plots and ideas inside my head but the second I try and put pen to paper it feels impossible.

I guess I'll compare it to something else, albeit in a similar field. When I was younger, I loved to dry. Every moment of freetime I got in elementary school was dedicated to doodling all over my worksheets and notebook paper. And I was terrible at it, absolutely horrendous, but the best part was that I didn't care. I liked drawing, it never mattered to me how good it was. Until someday it did, and I realized that my skill level didn't match my standards, so I stopped. And every time afterward, when I would draw, no matter if it was a doodle in the corner or I tried to sit down and focus, I always gave up because it felt pointless. I'd lost my motivation, and so I gave up for years and I felt disappointed in myself. The same sort of thing happened with writing, one day I realized I wasn't happy with what I was doing because it felt armature.

At some point, about almost a year ago, I decided completely out of the blue that I wanted to try drawing again, so I bought a tablet to make sure I had to commit and couldn't give up like all the other times, I had a sit down with myself, and I asked this question:

What do I want out of my art?

And the answer was simple, to just enjoy doing it. So that was my goal, not to get better, but to just rediscover the joy thay drawing brought me. It definitely took a while, until I was able to look at other pieces of artwork and see things I liked and wanted to do myself rather than to compare myself to them. After a while I was drawing for myself, just to have fun, and I didn't care if it was good or skillful, all that was important was that I liked it and that was enough.

I still struggle with writing, I have a storyline that I want to follow but it's still just so hard to find the motivation, and I've decided that yes, one day it is going to happen, but it doesn't need to be today, so even just writing a silly little side story or even just a couple sentences of notes is enough for now, because it's still something.

Anyways this got away from me and I think the message for lost, so I guess I'll just put it plainly here, art is hard, and even if you love doing it that sometimes actually doing it seems impossible, especially if you feel like it's something you have to do over wanting to do it.

Sorry for the essay, but I'm feeling sappy tonight and a post of yours reminded me of my own journey.

I hope this was helpful, and if not, then I'm so sorry and please feel absolutely free to ignore this.

Have a good one, and I hope writing is something you can enjoy doing just for the sake of doing it. <3

are you me from an alternate universe? (jk) your story is very similar to what I've been going through. sometimes I get a spark of inspiration, but that by itself is not enough to get me to actually sit down and do the work. I sit down, realize how much time/effort will need to be put in, and give up before I start. it really sucks. i feel like i cant/shouldn't work on anything unless it can be finished in one sitting.

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

Back from my gaming session. So far having a blast with THH. Very nice being able to really get a grasp on the school cus just looking at the floorplans and not moving around just isn't the same for mee. Mostly been roaming around (I refuse to fast travel) walking into walls, moonwalking in the halls. It's been rad. Very funny to me too. Like, there was one moment while I was playing when I walked into Kyoko like 3 different times and each time, I moonwalked my way outta there. Totally drawing that interaction sometime by the way between the two of them of Makoto spotting her, not even saying hi, and moonwalking away. It's too silly! There was also another instance I had where I was walking I think to the gym, checking to see if anyone was there cus free time, and Byakuya was right around the corner in front of the gym. Lowkey got spooked a bit and it was funny to me every time I passed him. Like, what the hell are you doing, Byakuya?! You can't just stand their sassy like crossing your arms right around the corner like that, man! Like, I get it. The library isn't open for him to practically live there. But why in front of the gym like that? Is he purposely trying to spook anyone who dares pass him? By the way, this occurrence of stumbling upon people and being a little shocked happened as well with both Mondo and Sakura too but only once. For Mondo, it's cus I spotted Hiro first (his hair was poking out from one of the sides of the columns) and it was only after my interaction with Byakuya that I saw Mondo right next to Hiro. Wasn't spooked or anything though. Just like, oh hi there Mondo. And then left. And, for Sakura, it was similar. Just didn't notice she was there until I turned around. I swear. I am having far too much fun with walking around the school. One other thing I wish to mention is that so far, I talked to Leon once and Celeste as well. Have a back up save file too just in case cus I realized that I should REALLY talk to someone in particular before something bad happens. If you know, you know. Also feel I should chat with Taka too at some point before chapter 2. Again, if ya know, ya know. One other thing, cus I somehow almost forgot but, while I went to talk to Leon, Sayaka was LEGIT RIGHT ACROSS FROM HIM!! And like, I am so headcanoning now that she was just staring at him, staring back at Makoto plotting. She isn't just standing there for nothing. Definitely the third thing I will draw too cus it cracks me up. I so ignored her after the mandatory hang out with her by the way. Though that was obvious cus I said I talked with Leon and then Celeste but I thought it was funny cus she was always right in the hallway in the dorms and I ignored her once right in front of her face to talk with Leon and passed her several times when I went to talk with Celeste. But yeah! Having fun!

[mysticsparklewings]

Obscutober 2024 Day 6: Plexure 🪢

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Plexure (n.)

the act or process of weaving together, or interweaving; that which is woven together

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I opted to keep things a little more simple for today…Yet I’m still posting late-ish & feel a bit -un-woven myself because I kept noticing dumb mistakes in the final image that I had to fix. 😅

Click the "Keep Reading" and we'll talk more about my thoughts/process for this piece (dumb mistakes aside) ✨

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Ironically, I feel my brain is coming a bit unwoven at the moment because while I technically finished today's mandala much, much earlier, when I sat down to start the upload process, I kept noticing really dumb mistakes or oversights I had to go back and fix. 🙃

Ignoring that, I am once again really pleased with these results. "Interweaving" didn't give me a ton of super strong imagery to work with, so I opted to stay true to that keep things simple.

I was kinda worried "just woven lines" wouldn't be visually interesting enough and might be a little too similar to how angular yesterday's mandala was, so I did linger and tinker with certain things a little longer than I otherwise would have on that front. In particular, those interlocked squares near the corners were probably the biggest pain to draw out of the whole thing, but I feel like they add a lot and that's why I even bothered with them.

There were also several false starts to include more curves (again, to help separate from yesterday's piece) but you can see they largely failed. I just couldn't come up with an arrangement that felt like it fit with this concept. The only curves that survived are the really thin ones in those squares I mentioned and then the "soft" triangles I used between weaving lines.

Those soft triangles were a very spur-of-the-moment idea trying to provide some visual relief from all the hard edges and angles. But I really like how, especially hatched over like this, they kind of look like worn appears of fabric, or some other kind of "fabric depth." The mandala design might look even better if the center octagon was filled in similarly instead of the definition being there; Food for thought for another time! The color palette is sort of random; In the name of simplicity, I went with the first thing I thought of: Rainbows are color "woven" together, and/or white light is "woven" from all of the colors. However, in my efforts to shift a little away from a "traditional" rainbow palette and not use too much blue and risk getting a glass-like effect (because I'll be working with glass themes at least one other time later this month, possibly two), I circled back around and this palette is a little more similar to yesterday's than I really wanted. But I've fiddled back and forth with it enough times that I'm really just tired of messing with it and want to settle, lest I keep fiddling until 11 o'clock at night. To be clear, I still like the color palette a lot; The part I'm struggling with is the similarities to yesterday's and the specific ideas I had in mind for this piece as a whole. In a vacuum where those two things don't matter, I actually find the color palette really pretty as a step-off from a more traditional rainbow.

Art feelings are complicated sometimes! 🤷‍♀️

The biggest silver lining though is that, aside from the dumb mistakes I mentioned at the beginning, I didn't encounter as much frustration in trying to put this one together as I did yesterday, which was nice. Hopefully that's a pattern that continues, because I think this coming week is going to be an awfully busy one in a few different ways. 🤞

Only one way to find out, though...! Hope you Sparklers don't come unwoven before then. 🤪

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Artwork  © me, MysticSparklewings

Obscutober Concept Inspired by nikolas_tower

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[manyothermusingsofmine]

Heartfelt || Drabble

Fandom: Xmen

Warnings: Angst feelings, mostly.

Wordcount: 2248

Summary: Sometimes the best way to support someone, is to be the person you needed most when you were going through similar pain

AN: excuse me while I just casually shred my own heart into pieces over this just HNNG the feels

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"I knew I'd find you here."

The sun had only just dipped away behind the horizon; and Kurt had been up there the whole time as it slowly hid away for the night, the only one who had kept him company on the rooftop of the mansion having been a little bluebird that had long since flown off when she showed up. Granted, this would be exactly where she’d find herself if she needed a moment away from it all again. Speaking of…

"It's not like you to vanish from the mansion for most of the day," Miranda softly noted, "that's usually more my style."

She went over to him, her pace elegant and almost catlike before she halted next to him and slowly sat down. Observing him from the corner of her eyes and clearly debating on what to do as he sat there with his gaze still on the horizon, her hand slowly reached out to him. She clearly hesitated a little, pulling back once or twice before her fingertips lightly touched his arm. It seemed to wake him from his thoughts enough as his eyes went towards her. A deep sigh left him, but before she could take that as a signal to draw her hand back, he placed his own over hers and lightly pushed it closer to his arm.

"Sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me today," he muttered, hoping that answering her supportive touch was what she needed to make her stay, "there's just.. a lot on my mind, I guess."

She looked at his hand as it remained over hers, putting her free hand on top of that and lightly resting her head to the top of his arm in the hopes that the silent physical affection helped a little.

"Is it because of what that cashier said?" she could hear the slight, startled gasp that came out of him at that, which was pretty much confirming it from the get go.

"How did you-"

"Good hearing. I hear a lot; especially things people say when they think they're being subtle and quiet. And she wasn't exactly either in her jealousy."

His eyebrows furrowed at that, and he actually turned his head a little more towards her. Jealous? He tried to remember the tone of the cashier's voice, but all he could think of were her words, not so much the tone they were said in.

"Jealous?"

Miranda just nodded, a slight, knowing smile on her lips as her eyes flicked to Kurt.

"Oh, yeah. It was very obvious that she only said half of what she meant to say. 'Why is he with that human, parentheses, when I'm standing right here?' She'd been trying to get your attention the whole time you were mentally calculating if you had enough money for what we had left to get or if you needed to save some things for a next run."

"My attention? For what?"

She tried not to laugh, her face contorting for a moment at the attempt; but she managed to keep her giggle to herself.

"Please, Kurt. From the moment you walked in she was trying to flirt with you. And it wasn't subtle; even I noticed that was her intent when the amount of times other people had to tell me "Miranda, he was trying to flirt with you" is frankly, straight up, embarrassing."

"Well, some way to do it," Kurt grumbled, trying to ignore the slight burn of embarrassment as it burned in his cheeks, "implying I shouldn't be interacting with regular humans, judging them like that, real attractive, lady. She.. she was implying you- She knows nothing about you, it would’ve been so easy for her to just not say anything.”

"There's worse things to be compared to than a human," Miranda said with a light shrug, to which a thought dawned upon Kurt.

"You... heard what the guy said too, before we went to the convenience store, huh?"

"About you? Yeah. And for what it’s worth; I also heard his friend telling him to shut the fuck up, in a tone that makes me think that friendship isn't going to last much longer if he keeps his idiocy up. Kind of wish I had said something like that, too; but then you suggested leaving so I thought you just didn't want it becoming some whole scene between the four of us. I.. hope that didn't come across as me letting him get away with insulting you." There was a sense of fierce loyalty in her voice, something that told him she would've tore the guy a new one had he not almost immediately suggested they leave.

"I did want to leave as soon as he started insulting me. I don't like wasting my time confronting some stranger who thinks I'm not allowed to exist, looking like I do. But the lady, with her "real human" comment; that stung. As if her physical mutation, as if mine, immediately means we're incompatible with anyone who isn't mutated on the same level, or a non-mutant. I already hear that "too mutant" nonsense enough from someone who's supposed to..."

As his voice trailed off, Miranda turned to him with concern plainly written on her face. He was implying people closer to him than random strangers out on the street were giving him grief for looking the way he did, and she genuinely couldn't think of anyone it could be. The other X-men for as far as she could recall only ever made notes about how fuzzy he was. Even her own team, her friends; even then only his fur came up in conversation, not much else, which begged the question...

"Who's calling you-" she started, the protest fizzling out as soon as his eyes met hers. Something about the slightest hint of sorrow swirling around in them told her that this was something far deeper and more complicated than a friend accidentally coming across as harsher than they wanted to.

"... I've been hearing my mother in my head all day," Kurt quietly admitted, appreciating the light little supportive squeeze she gave his arm, "She... I don't know. I feel like, on some level, she always wanted to be human instead of a mutant. To be normal. Wanted me to be normal. And, well.. I wasn't. And I just hope that someday, who I actually am will be good enough for her."

Her heart simply broke for him, the clipped tone of his voice betraying that this was an old hurt that never seemed to sting any less as time went by. She wanted to ask for the whole story behind it, but decided that was probably the worst thing to ask right about now; she didn’t want to reopen old wounds like that. Her mind was racing, options and questions popping up at random as she tried to figure out what was actually a good move to make, a good thing to say; she never had much faith in her ability to comfort, glad that with the friends she had been making there was always someone who knew what to say if someone was upset. But now, it all came down to her and her alone; she didn't know what to do, how ease even a little bit of his emotional pain on this matter like he did for her whenever her mind got the better of her.

Like he did for her. She grabbed onto that thought, dragging it back to the forefront. If anything, Kurt usually was a perfect example of someone who knew what to say to comfort and reassure. If the roles were reversed, if she was struggling with some emotional matter like this... What would he do? What would she need to hear from him for this to feel even slightly better, if this was happening to her? What would he tell her? She thought about it a bit longer, trying to land somewhere between helpful and gentle, and trying to find a way to say things in her own words. And as it finally came to her, Miranda shifted, turning her whole body towards him. She freed her hands from where they had been the whole time, wrapping them around his chest in a supportive hug as she pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

"You are enough. More than enough. I see you try so hard, every day, to make a positive difference in the world. You're warm, you're kind, you're strong- You’re simply wonderful, Kurt. My life is genuinely a lot better with you in it, and nothing anyone says will ever convince me otherwise. You deserve the whole world, honestly. And your family, your friends, everyone here at the mansion? They see you for who you are, for who you’re trying to be. They love you."

I love you.

Those three words seemed to be sinking away as if trapped in quicksand, stuck somewhere in the very back of her throat with no hope of pulling them any further than that. Unspoken, they swirled lower and lower, sinking away to the depths of her chest as her heart quietly whined in protest. God, how she wished those words were actually easy to say when it mattered most, how she wished that it was easy to simply admit that’s how she truly felt about him. But the longer she tried to grasp those words, the faster they slipped from her fingers, and the more a voice in the back of her head insisted that this wasn't the time to be a romantic sap about the situation. That feeling of it not being the right time to bring it up was only confirmed to her when something in him seemed to crack; as if something was pushed into one last bend it couldn't handle and thus broke instead.

He rapidly lost the fight against his own tears, burning his eyes with such intensity that it took no time for them to start pouring down his cheeks. She let go only enough to pull him into a better hug, gently pressing his head to the lower curve of her neck and pressing a kiss to his head. Keeping one hand there to softly run over his hair, the other was draped protectively around him. She felt how in response he wrapped his arms around her torso, his tail swirling itself around her waist to anchor himself further; holding to her almost for dear life as the tears kept raining down

"Don't go," her heart broke once more at the hurt tone of his voice, "please."

"I'm not going anywhere," she gently reassured, tightening her grip on him ever so slightly, "I promise. I've got you."

She just held him close, silently promising that she was riding this emotional storm out with him no matter how long it would take. And when it did subside, when everything seemed to have poured out of him, she held onto him until he released his grip on her, first. As he pulled back, she cupped his face in her hands, using her thumbs to gently wipe away the remaining tears on his cheeks- He looked emotionally exhausted.

“You… wanna turn in for the night?” she asked softly, to which he nodded in response. She pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, in the hopes that would reassure him even more, “My room is right below, here, think you can…?”

“Uhm, yeah, give… Give me a moment,” he muttered, wiping at his own eyes as he took a few deep breaths; he needed to calm down a little more before he could manage to visualize her room and teleport them both over. When he did, he held onto her a little tighter than he normally would- really not wanting to let her go, but at the same time…

“I should.. go to my own room, I guess.” It was a poor argument when he couldn’t convince his own body to drop it’s hold on her, her eyes going down to where his hands were clutching onto her arm, before looking back up to him. Quiet defiance built up in her; he was absolutely not going to spend this night alone in his own room, no matter what his claim of that being the better solution was. Grabbing onto him in response, she simply tugged him towards the bed already there. She flopped down on it easily, taking him along as neither actually let go.

“Come here,” it was a soft spoken demand, but a very welcome one as Kurt gratefully nestled himself back in her embrace. Focusing on her calm breathing and the steady beat of her heart, his mind finally seemed to ease up a little while she spoke up, “of course I’m not letting you go by your room to deal with this by yourself. I know firsthand what a poor idea that is… you wouldn’t let me do that either, would you?”

“No, I wouldn’t,” he muttered after a bit, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, don’t apologize. Just… try and get some sleep, okay? I’m here. I’ll be here, the whole time. Promise.”

“Thank you.”

“This is the least I can do, but, you’re welcome. You’d do the same for me.” She tried to ignore how that notion made her heart flutter and whine at the same time, lightly running her fingers through his hair until he fell asleep in her protective embrace.

[socialprawn]

I want to eat Agape with a spoon! Bless you. What is her relationship with her companions?

Thank youuu, she will probably taste kind of bitter though /u\

I received a similar ask emmmm in 2018 and I said I would draw it but I never did. Now I can answer writing wise and use the other ask to draw, fulfilling its purpose (⓿_⓿)

It is LONG so, under cut:

DAO:

Alistair: They end up being together but that is only because he is a very brave dude, otherwise she would not have initiated anything :V She and him are not every much alike but they complement each other a lot, plus they are both very determined souls and goal-oriented so that is a plus for both of them. She makes him more determined and he makes her feel cherished (ಥ _ ಥ)

Morrigan: They are made of the same cloth. However Agape is pro-circle (sceptic for 'herself and people who can prove themselves', but pro-circle nonetheless) and very, very ignorant and inexperienced with the real life world. At first, Morrigan disliked Agape but her interest into the forbidden magics was very punk of Agape, and Morrigan got to appreciate her. She was her pillar when it came to dealing with Mouse. (For those who don't know, Agape is an abomination and failed her Harrowing). Basically, sisters.

Leliana: Agape loved that she was from the distant country of Orlais and she ended up dressing up with everything Leli was describing her; fancy ribbons, flowers, embroidered shoes. She let Leli braid her hair. Leliana found Agape both precious and fierce. Agape always went to her for advice and really enjoyed her brain. She appreciated that despite her melancholy, she was willing to chat about anything with great excitement, and they also prayed together 💪

Wynne: Very rocky.... Wynne didn't like Agape since the times in the Circle. Agape was very much a teacher's pet, and Wynne is not fond of snarky perfectionists. When Agape was found to be an abomination, Wynne tried to slay her, with the reasoning of Alistair taking over (which was basically doom for Ferelden). Agape found her disappointing and a hypocrite, all things considered with her being an 'abomination' also.

Zevran: Agape was kind of scared of Zevran's view on life and killing, but she was always encouraging his flirtations because she lovessss validation, making Alistair uncomfortable. Agape is very awkward with very confident people and they didn't have a lot in common, so Zevran liked to learn more about her over wine in the campfire. They spoke of their deepest corners of their souls with ease, in the end. Separating in the end felt natural but their company together was very important for Agape to feel more human and less of a Warden Mage Killing Machine.

Sten: Agape's crush 😪 Absolute respect for each other that took hard work by both of them... Agape only knew Qunari from legends but she had no idea she would see one in her lifetime, so she was curious. Sten appreciated Agape's determined spirit and no-bullshit attitude, however he agreed with Wynne for Agape to be slain after she explained her reasoning. He absolutely loathes blood magic and spirits. This later only made their bond stronger however, as he truly felt she was a master of determination being able to stop the blight while being tormented by a demon.

Oghren: Nope.

Shale: I think Shale found her adorable. Some moss grew on the crevices of her body and she said "We are matching, you and your flowers, me and my moss. Aren't we positively girly right now?"

DAA

Anders: They started out as how Morrigan and Alistair were in DAO pretty much, only they have way too much in common with their upbringing. They wouldn't shut up about the Circle. "And do you remember when x did this XDDD" Agape was a Commander now and with no demon whispering bullshit, so her confidence was sky-rocket high, and she was much chattier and relaxed. She liked joking a bit more and she received the Alistair sarcasm training. They were OK. Anders found her to be a bit of a stuck-up princess but he was also amused by it. Let it all floww attitude.

Nathaniel: They were more than OK. Agape's other crush 😭 As soon as he mentioned his expedition to Kirkwall she immediately went "I've heard tha the Amells are nobles in Kirkwall!!" They bonded over how obviously snobby they both are. It really helped Agape be comfortable with him despite his assassination attempt, over the fact that she pulled her Duncan-oriented BOSS move to recruit him. She was determined to help him. HOWEVER, she killed her dad 1970's Carrie style, so this doesn't help them get very very friendly. She did apologise in the end but obviously what she did was too harmful. (Especially knowing that she enjoyed it 😬)

Justice: Justice knew Agape was an abomination even though she doesn't use her blood magic or mentions Mouse in DAA. He wasn't distrustful of her as he judged her for her actions, and could truly see her separated from Mouse. When he decided to 'warn' her, she panicked and told him that after she finds someone to replace her, she will attempt to defeat Mouse. Justice evaluated her and believed her, as she has never done anything unjust. It's a different story if she's dangerous.

Velana: I think Agape was too impatient to deal with Velana's hatred towards humans. When she gave her the notebook, Velana immediately snapped at her and Agape threw it on the floor LOL. Short fuse. I think an older, more mature Agape would reflect on her relationship with Velana with great regret.

Sigrun: Sigrun is my favourite DAA companion (❤´艸｀❤) however Agape did not bond with her much as their relationship was very impersonal. Agape gave her a note with her favourite books and Sigrun followed it to the t <:

I haven't finished DAA yet and I know Velana's and Sigrun's personal quests are bugged so maybe these relationships will change...

That's it! There's a tonne more but I'd rather doodle them or write short fics maybe?! Whoever cares about these hehe c: