#inga answers

[skullzy20]

Just realized I missed it during a recent social media hiatus so I wanted to wish you a happy (very very) belated birthday! I hope it was a wonderful one and that you have a freaking ✨amazing✨ year ahead!!!

INGA!!!!!! I MISSED YOU

Tysm though I genuinely appreciate it so much :)

[jimmycasketz]

Care to tell us a little about yourself, new guy?

[arsonistbunny]

8, 22 & 23 from the art ask game?

8. what’s the most fun and the least fun parts about your process

22. what inspires you

anything really, songs, art, nature, not being able to sleep at night

23. what’s something you hope people notice when looking at your art

when I add little details

but sometimes they're too little and don't get noticed (my bad)

(William draws bunny faces over Henry's stuff)

[bad-at-names-and-faces]

For the WIP ask game:

Gown

From about 10 chapters ahead in Prince of Two Realms, completely unedited since nanowrimo 2021 ("1865" timeline for those following along):

That would have to do.  Inga wasn’t sure how long it would take for the letter to arrive in Boston, but it would get there eventually.

She addressed the letter. She stood up and went to look at herself in the mirror. She was in a dressing gown which would do for the castle, since she wasn’t going to meet anyone outside her family, it was perfectly decent.  

[variousqueerthings]

I find all of hawkeye’s sweetest/most believable/most erotic (because most of the time they’re really not erotic at all - always thinks of loretta swit describing him as a little boy) sexual relationships with women to be Erika, nurse Able in s4, and Inga, and they’re all examples of times when he’s feeling challenged and vulnerable in his sexuality-and-romance internalised ideas..... 

[nyssasorbit]

Out of all of the angels, which ones do you think obeys fumus because theyre scared of him and wish to avoid further abuse vs which ones do it because they genueknly love him despite or because of the abuse?

OH MAN okay...hmmmm

If I had to list them from "love" to "fear", I think I'd order them:

Love's Fumus

Taffy

Inga

Engetsu

Yuu

Youran

Fiore

Aes

Lei

Tsurugigozen

Zero

Fears Fumus

[entropii]

inga enca 💍!

dandelion 🗺️!

:^)!!

💍 Does your OC have a specific item that is priceless to them but may (or may not) be completely worthless to someone else? Is there a story behind this item or is it just because they like it so much?

Inga has items she cherishes, but I don't think she has any that she considers priceless. She has all the material goods she could want in Amberglow, and always did prefer someone's time and company over any one item they could give her, even if that item could hold great sentimental value to her. (And of course, not to say that she doesn't value the gifts her loved ones give her.)

For Enca, I don't know what the item is exactly, but there's some small accessory that Edith gave them as a child. Hairpin? Necklace? Set of earrings? Something simple, but with a unique design. At the time, Edith wove a fantastical tale about where it came from, something about a gift from a knight in shining armor that watched over them from afar (in reality, a gift from Enca's father*). The story lost its weight as Enca grew older, but they were so charmed by the tale and liked the accessory so much that they've kept it to this day.

(*General context for Enca's parents: Glamorous opera singer and doting crime lord who decided they should never be seen together in public and spend minimal time together even in private for safety's sake → Enca only ever knew Edith.)

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🗺️ Does your OC like going on adventures? Have they ever discovered something really interesting and significant or are they just too busy getting lost? Where is their favourite place they’ve been? Least favourite?

Oo yes, Dandelion always did like a good adventure. As a kid, when their whole world was The Garage, they'd have those adventures kids do. Adventures as grand as finding the greatest treasure in all the galaxy (looking through boxes of metal scraps), running around the hangar while the adults worked, or scampering around the garden with the garage dog, lifting up stones, finding bugs. When Dandelion started piloting with the salvage team, sometimes they'd think of a delve like an adventure too. Getting to go to old sites filled with ruined mechs, finding old parts to be made into something new, seeing relics of things from a time and place outside of their own.

I don't know if Dandelion has been here already, or if they find it post-leaving home with Benni (perhaps this place is even on the planet engulfed by the star creature), but somewhere in this setting there's a forest of giant trees growing out of fallen mechs that I think they'd really like. Giant, giant trees that you can't circle with even ten people, spaced apart enough that mechs can maneuver through.

I'm not exactly sure of their least favorite place, but I'm imagining some megalopolis that they were staying overnight in after a delivery that they kept getting lost in. Loud and stressful, too many buildings, too many roads, too many archways and underpasses they couldn't wrap their head around. Locals could navigate it just fine, but Dandi, unfortunately, was like this the entire time:

[dreamofstarlight]

opinions on jfk/inga arvad. i find her fascinating.

I honestly don't have much of an opinion, I do find their relationship interesting but beyond that I don't have many thoughts on it.

[pluttskutt]

what bloodlines are there in witches be witchin? wendy is one right? can only those from a bloodline use magic? what made them so special?

Had to bring out my notebook to answer this hjhjhjhj thank you for the ask luv <3

The bloodlines only concern humans, and yes, only they can use magic. However, with the lands having much magic themselves it's still possible for anyone to use that magic. The rules for this differ in all lands, but I won't dwell into that here!

There are four bloodlines:

Benkravlare (Bonecrawlers)

Eirassdotter/Eirasson (Eirasdaughter/Eirasson)

Vredsdotter (Wrath's daughter)

Zonobia

Benkravlare are often mistaken as necromansers because few understand what they are. This bloodline may skip generations until it shows. The child is born with deformities that parents often hide so their child won't be shunned. They have visions and grow antlers when they get older.

Children of Eira are shapeshifters. Think selkie, swan maiden, and the like. This bloodline is the most widespread one as it doesn't scare people*, doesn't differate between gender, and won't vanish even if generations down the line. Unlike other bloodlines, they are not all related to each other.

Vredsdotter is the line Wendy is a part of. This is the most powerful bloodline in the use of magic. This is the classic witch that brews potions and casts spells. Her "grandma" had six siblings, so the bloodline would have been big the young triplets killed their mother and hunted their sisters to gain their power.

They killed one sister (grandma), her husband, and meant to kill their children. Inga came right on time to save the two youngest and took them to their eldest sister in the swamp to be safe from the triplets.

Exactly how old Inga is, Wendy doesn't know but calls her aunt Inga. The bloodline makes them near immortal, but for fatal wounds.

Zonobia is the youngest bloodline, and the most ruthless. A man wanted to conquer the lands and grow his army. He slaughtered countless. It is believed he slaughtered those with magic of lesser known bloodlines, ending them.

Many gave up and handed him the magic users in hopes of sparing their village/town, but one woman stood up to him with her small army. They had no magic but wouldn't sacrifice their people.

Inspired by her courage, a Goddess blessed her. Named after this woman, the Zonobia bloodline is well known but still a mystery. Her bloodline only shows in women in need of it. As such, generations may be skipped and remain unaware of their magic.

To quote a song: "Stronger than one, stronger than ten, Stronger than a hundred men", the women of this bloodline are the strongest warriors known.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Someone New 6

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include angst, pining, romcom tropes, and some darker elements later in the series. Some triggers may not be specifically tagged. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This fic will contain explicit content. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’ve had a crush on your best friend for years, but you’re slapped in the face with reality when he takes things to the next level with his girlfriend.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor

Note: Thanks as usual for reading.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

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I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Things don’t become comfortable, but familiar. You get into a routine, one which smears the days and nights into the other. The landscape helps with that. The sun is fleeting, even in July. The days are longer but it’s not anywhere as stifling or humid as New York. Like everything else, it’s different. 

The man at the fish place, Frederik, knows your name. His wife, Inga too. When you walk in the door, they put your order to fry before you even get to the counter. They’re friendly and warm. It’s nice to have some smiling faces when you can hardly muster the same.  

They like to ask you about New York; they’re finally planning a big trip to America after twenty-five years together. They remind you of Marigold and her bakery. You long for one of her eclairs and her chatty demeanour. Just another thing to miss. 

As you sit down at a table near the window to eat in, your phone goes off. You answer as you read Sam’s name across the screen. He’s the only one you’ve talked to in the last month. Nearly two now. August is close. 

“Yo, yo, girly pop,” he sings from the other end. 

“Girly pop? Sam,” you chide as you hover a thick cut fry before your mouth. 

“Chicky poo, nope. Girly pop, nope. I’ll get there,” he teases, “finally got a hold of you.” 

“Uh, yeah, the site is far. No signal,” you shrug and take a bite. 

“I know, I'm just needy,” he kids. “So, you hitting the spa? Summer’s going fast.” 

“Not yet,” you swallow. “Sam, there’s a lot of work here and it’s just me. The only help I get is from a local student volunteer and they do three hours a week.” 

“Oof, why does your work sound so boring?” He groans 

“Hey!” 

“Well, I mean, digging up dirt all day, tell me you’re not going mad. You making friends? No one to cool, I hope. I’m still your number one guy.” 

“Not really. It’s tough. Long hours. I don’t know,” you stare out the window as you toy with the bamboo fork.  

“If you were going to hide all day in a hovel, you could’ve stayed in New York,” he sighs. 

“Sam, I’m trying. Really. It’s... It’s going to take some time.” 

“Right,” he agrees grimly. “Time. A year is not that long.”  

You hum and lean back in the chair. You’re not as hungry as you were. You close up the container and stand. 

“I know, alright?” You sniff as you tidy the table and grab your food, “but this isn’t a vacation.” 

“It’s also not a missionary trip,” he retorts. “I’m not tryna be a dick here, I’m helping. You need this.” 

You push out into the street and cluck. Silence. You don’t know what to say. He’s right and just like ever day, the conversation is the same. Over and over. It’s going to drive you crazy. 

“More sunlight this time of year, good for work--” 

“No more work talk,” he interjects, “if you don’t got anything fun going on, I'll just have to make you jealous. Some good old fashioned FOMO. Hm, me and Bucky went to Jersey.” 

“Jersey? Why?” You take the bait, happy for the distraction. 

“Oh, yeah, I told him there was a vintage bike for sale there.” 

“You told him that but...” 

“There wasn’t. I just wanted to see him interact with the locals. The old ladies love him but the men... well, I think he might have a warrant out now.” 

“No, Sam, what the hell?” You exclaim as you stroll along. “Are you trying to get him killed?” 

“Hey, I got his back. Just like I got yours. It was just a prank.” 

“Wait, Sam, where exactly did you take him in Jersey?” 

“Some cribbage club, I don’t know. I saw a page for it online. Thought he’d fit in--” 

“They were old?” 

“They match his energy,” he snorts. 

You can’t help but laugh. It feels good. Just that little bit of home. Your amusement is dampened as your heart sinks. You really were so stupid. You didn’t see what you had all around you; Bucky, Sam, more than just Steve. Now it’s all behind you and going back won’t be the same as before. 

💟

There’s tension in the air. It’s going to rain. You suspect your day will be cut short by the gathering clouds but your persist. No use in running. Again. 

The last time you left in fear of a storm, it waited until the next day. So you sit, boots set in the dirty, hunched over as you carefully trace out the strange lump. It’s more than sediment. Bone but not a skeleton. Likely animal and bent into some tool. You have to be delicate. It’s not like the movies, you can’t just dig your hand in and rip it out. 

Your earbud drones as a retro R&B playlist keeps your mind at focus. You wipe your forehead with the back of your glove, feeling the flecks of dirt cling to your skin. You ignore it and press on. Just a little more, a little more. 

It’s bigger than you expect. Just as you think it might come free, you find it goes further down. You can make out the jagged break and the hide wrapping at it’s base. A spear of some sort.  

You roll your shoulders out and put your tools down on the open role. You peel of the gloves and reach for the tall insulated bottle of water. You gulp, your throat cooling nicely at the flow. You cap the bottle and clear your throat, listening to the silence of the mountain. 

Yet it isn’t quiet. You glance around at the subtle scratching, a strange tapping across the ground. It could be vermin. It’s not unusual to disturb a nest of one thing or another on a dig but they usually leave early on. 

You put the bottle down and shove your hand back into a glove. A puffy breath comes over the scratching. Several breaths in quick succession, as if there’s something sniff. You keep your other glove in your grip and stand. Your legs are so cramped that your steps are stiff and stunted. 

As you search for the source, there’s a yipe and a fuzzy shape catches your eye. You tilt your head, thoroughly confused at the barking beast. You’re not certain that chihuahuas are native to Norway. At least, you wouldn’t assume so. 

The ashy blond dog has longer fur along its ears and chest and a white bolt down its chest. You can tell it isn’t wild despite its behaviour as it is finely groomed and wears a bright red collar. You approach the fence as it hops, stopping only to try to dig beneath with its dirtied paws. 

“Hi, buddy,” you near the eager dog, “how’d you get up here?” 

You stop just across from the dog and poke your fingers through the fence. It stops, you think a ‘he’, and sniffs your fingers. His cold nose tickles you and you wiggle until you can pet his head. The little thunderbolt emblem on hiss collar peeks through his mane. There might be some information there. 

“Thunder!” The booming voice sounds like the very thing it decries, “Thunder, you pest, where’re you off too?” 

There’s a crunching of soil and rock along the mountain pass as the dog growls and barks again, turning to face the skewing of a towering shadow. You watch in shock at the approach. You didn’t think there was life so far up. That or someone has chosen a rather treacherous hiking trail. 

The dog, you assume ‘Thunder’, bounces back and forth in anticipation of his own, calling to him with his pitchy yaps. The man appears around the jagged rock and you feel the air knocked from your chest. You slowly reach to take out your earbud and tuck it in a pocket.

Wow. You blink to make sure it’s real. To be certain this isn’t some trick of the mind or this ancient land. Maybe the gods are real here. 

He’s tall and broad and handsome. His canvas jacket does little to conceal his muscular build as his jeans are snug to his thick thighs. You think he’s even bigger than Steve. You wince at the reminder of the man but it quickly flits away. You can’t ignore the man before you with his golden tresses twisted back into a low bun, stray strands wisping forward to frame his stony jaw and stormy blue eyes. 

You stand gaping through the fence as the man flinches in fright. His gaze meet yours and his cheeks tinge pink as he gives a crooked grin, “ah, Thunder, my darling, you’ve found a friend.” 

He whistles and the dog lunges forward. He picks up the chihuahua, their size difference almost comical as he cradles him in one arm. You can’t think of a thing to say. You can barely think.  

You snap your mouth shut and clear your throat. Work. That’s what you should be doing. 

“Hello,” the man nears the other side of the fence before you can move away, “I’ve been wondering what this is all about. The signs...” he points with his thumb over his shoulder. 

“Oh, uh,” you peer around as if lost. You sort of are. “A dig. Er. Grant,” you stammer out. You take a breath and still your mind, “I work with an archeological society in New York. We’ve been sponsored by your national board to exhume this site.” 

“Ah, yes, makes sense,” he lowers his brows thoughtfully as the dog squirms in his hold, yiping and biting at his sleeve. “Forgive me, she is rather uncouth.” He raises the dog higher and she wiggles in his arm. You see it now, definitely a pampered girl. “This is Thunder. She lives up to her namesake, eh?” 

“Uh, yeah,” you give a brittle smile, unsure. 

“Thor,” he dips his chin down, “I live just up the pass.” 

“You do?” You wonder curiously. “All the way up here?” 

“Oh yes, if you saw the old haunt, you might just want to dig that up too,” he jokes. “We usually go up the pass, towards the river.” 

“The river?” 

“Yes, you mustn’t stray far from here,” he remarks as he raises a hand to lean on the fence, only to nearly tip the unanchored grating. “Oooh, apologies,” he rights himself with a laugh, “anyhow, it is nice to see a new face around here. Better to have a name for it.” 

“Right, uh,” you offer your name and giggle nervously, “it’s just me on-site, guess I forget my manners.” 

“Not to worry. As the resident mountain man, my etiquette does lack,” he winces as Thunder chomps on his thumb knuckle, “eh, you monster, alright.” He holds her up and she pokes her nose through the fence, “she loves new people. Not so keen on the old.” 

“She's cute,” you scratch her nose and she licks your fingers. “Not exactly a native species.” 

“Who knows where she came from? Found the little dragon in the woods. Suppose someone left her there. She was covered in mud, so small I though she was a bloody toad,” he muses as he brings her back against his chest and rocks her, “it was only her thunderous barks which told me otherwise, isn’t that right, darling?” 

He makes a kissy noise at her and her fluffy tail wags wildly against him. You smile more genuinely. It is nice to have another living thing around after digging up the broken and dead for so long. 

“So you’re from New York?” He asks abruptly, his blue eyes rolling over you like a tide. 

“Yeah,” you utter breathily, “yes, New York.” 

“You’ve been here a while?” 

“Couple months,” you shift and twist your glove. 

“Wonderful, and you’ve done much exploring? You must live in town.” 

“About three hours,” you point towards the gravelly road, “haven’t had much time for sightseeing but I found a good fish shop.” 

“A shop? That’s no good. We catch our own fish, fry ‘em up over the pit,” he says, “that’s the way we do it up here.” 

You nod, “sounds fun. Well, er,” you turn halfway and look around, your eyes skimming up to the cloudy sky, “I should probably hustle. Looks like rain.” 

“That it does but it won’t be ‘til midnight,” he assures. 

“You think it’ll hold out?” 

“I know so,” he affirms and lingers by the fence, trying to see past you, “what exactly are you uncovering over there?” 

“Not much so far,” you pull on your loose glove. 

“You must know what this place was. A raider’s camp.” 

“Is that so?” 

“Mm, yes, the raiders would camp upon the pass away from those who might come ashore, then go off themselves to find a coast to reap,” he explains. 

“And how do you know all that?” You ask as you tramp back to your place in the dirt. 

“Suppose some of my ancestors camped here with them,” he offers casually, “for so long as we’ve been up here. Once the viking scamps settled, they had to find a home somewhere. Some fellow named Agmundr or another built a stone house further up.” 

“Admundr? Family?” You prompt. 

“Distant,” he assures, “been some time and that stone house is now a foundation.” 

You get down to your knees as you grab your brush and peek over at him, “thanks for the information. I’ll have to add it to the land report. Have them crosscheck in the archives.” 

“Not at all. You won’t find it all on your paper, you know? We carry or history on our tongues here.” 

“Sure,” you say as you bend over the spearhead and start again. 

“You don’t mind if I watch? I always did love history and I’ve never seen a proper dig before.” 

“Not much going on, I’m afraid,” you shrug, “but if you want.” 

���Thunder will have a tantrum if I go,” he chuckles, “she likes you.” 

“Hm,” you scoff, “she is very outspoken.” 

You set your eyes on your task but can’t shake the awareness of your audience. It’s not too unusual. There were a few digs you did early on in the heart of the city and people loved to ogle you. This is different. Just the two of you. A stranger even. Friendly as he is, you’re happy for the fence, even if it is rather flimsy. 

“Those bones aren’t for you,” he says to the dog as she wriggles in his grasp. “Let’s find a stick then, you little pest.” 

[skullzy20]

For the Tribus Belua art prompt, It would be interesting to see the moment when the Subjects all met each other for the first time & how they reacted. (If you don’t want to do art for it, that’s totally fine! If you prefer to write it out: how did the Subjects first meet each other & how did they react)?

Let's just say it wasn't a very good first impression

This was both Wren and Rainers first time seeing Leo. Leo knew about them before this, but has never actually seen them until now. Rainer and Wren met eachother early on before this, but all of the three met up at this one moment

[welcome-to-jay]

How many Ace Attorney cases would be solved immediately if they used the Divination Seance?

For those who don’t know, the Divination Seance is a mechanic introduced in the 6th main Ace Attorney game: Spirit of Justice. The way it works is that a spirit medium communes with the soul of the dead, and makes their final memories visible in the Pool of Souls. All of their senses are displayed, from what they saw to what they heard to what they smelled before they died. In game, the Divination Seance is usually used to Phoenix’s disadvantage (obviously), but what I wanted to know is what would happen if the Divination Seance was used in cases that took place not in the Kingdom of Khura’in. If the court could see what the victim saw seconds before their death, how much would that fuck over the real killer? Let’s go through the death of (almost) every single victim and find out: would this case be solved if they used the Divination Seance? This will be updated with each game every day, unless I forget.

(Thanks to my buddy Keepay for helping me out with this! He did all of the AAI 1 and 2 cases because my memory on those is pretty fuzzy.)

Things to Remember: 

Divination Seance is derived from the victim’s memories, meaning if they don’t recognize a person’s voice, they won’t be able to identify it.

Divination Seance only works if the victim’s true name (and less importantly, what they look like) is known.

The victim has to actually be dead for a Seance to be possible.

Ace Attorney 1

Cindy Stone - YES

Frank had already broken into Cindy's home when she walked in, so there’s no way she wouldn’t have seen him before he bludgeoned her. A Divination Seance would clearly show this.

Mia Fey - NO

At first, this looks like the exact same situation as the Cindy Stone case. Mia and Redd White were face-to-face before she died, so he would’ve clearly shown up in the Divination Seance, right? 

But then there’s that damn updated autopsy report. 

Edgeworth stated that Mia lived for a few minutes after she was hit, and Divination Seances only show the last few seconds of the victim’s life. This means that the Divination Seance wouldn’t have shown the actual bludgeoning, or Redd White. As suspect as that updated autopsy report is, Edgeworth himself said that he never forged evidence, so we have to take him at his word here. 

Jack Hammer - YES

Dee and Jack were face-to-face when she pushed him. I don’t think we ever learn the details of their struggle, so maybe it would still be unclear whether or not it was self defense on Vasquez’s part.

Robert Hammond - YES

Again again, Yanni and Hammond saw each other before Yanni shot Hammond in the heart. We don’t get a lot of details about what happened in the shack, but we have no reason to assume this wasn’t the case. I promise these are gonna get more interesting.

Gregory Edgeworth - MAYBE

So in this case, the Divination Seance would show that the defendants (Miles Edgeworth and Yanni Yogi in this case) are innocent, but wouldn’t show who the culprit is, so I’m gonna say at the very least, it’s partially solved. The Seance would reveal that Gregory didn’t die when Miles threw the gun, and that all three of them passed out before the second gunshot was fired. However, we know from Von Karma’s testimony that Gregory was unconscious when he was shot, so he wouldn’t have seen his killer’s face. 

But! Miles said that he heard Von Karma scream right after he threw the gun, obviously that means that Gregory heard it too. The question is, would he have recognized it as Von Karma’s voice, and would it have shown up as Von Karma’s voice in the Pool of Souls? To answer that, I point you towards Inga’s Divination Seance. Here he recognizes the voice he’s talking to over the phone as one of his subordinates (after a refining from Rayfa) but even after it’s proven that Datz was the one laughing over the phone, the sound still shows up in the pool as just “Laughter.”

This is why it’s important to remember that the Divination Seance is derived from the victim’s memories. Inga recognized his subordinate's voice (but probably not his name, lol) but he didn’t know what Datz’s voice sounds like, at least not well enough to recognize it. In the same vein, Gregory would absolutely recognize Von Karma’s voice because they just spend the whole day in court together, as well as them meeting during the investigation. 

Now what this really all boils down to is if Gregory would recognize Von Karma screaming in particular. Miles didn’t recognize the voice even though he also knew Von Karma, but he was also a stressed and delirious kid when he heard the scream. Gregory’s memories are probably more reliable, and he’s probably heard Von Karma shouting either during the Inherited Turnabout investigation or the trial afterward. But, as much as I wanna say this is a yes, we can’t know for sure.

Bruce Goodman - YES

After that long-winded explanation, we’re back to another easy one. Bruce and Damon were alone in the evidence room when Damon did the deed, so he would clearly show up in the vision, or at the very least, his voice would be heard.

Neil Marshall - NO

This is another Gregory situation, but unfortunately much more unclear. Neil was unconscious when he died so he wouldn’t have seen Gant but at least it would be clear that neither Ema or Darke killed him. Neil had already knocked out Darke when Ema pushed him, and it would’ve been clear that Neil didn’t die from Ema’s shove, but much later. Of course, since Neil was blacked out, the argument could be made that Darke woke up first, and simply stabbed Neil while Neil was unconscious. Even with the Divination Seance, there’s no way to prove that Gant did the deed.

(Hey, check the reblogs if you wanna see the full version!)

[rooftopbeliver]

‘dangerously yours’ .ೃ࿐ ❝prologue❞

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　° cillian murphy x f! reader

. . .

Y/N HAS A ONE DREAM since her childhood. she wanted to do something for her great-grandmother, even if she is no longer in this world. she wanted to thank her for her motivation and inspiration to be an actress. her great-grandmother was a fantastic woman who didn’t care about opinions; she was doing everything she wanted to. inga — because that was her name — wanted to be an actress, but nobody wanted her, but she didn't lose hope. gladly, one day she was asked by vicks matinee theatre to be the main ‘actress’ in every sunday’s afternoon broadcast streaming on radio called ‘dangerously yours’. of course, she said yes to this.

inga’s voice was in every episode, but she never played the same character. that was also why she loved that show so much. the stories were always so romantic but also dramatic and adventurous. it was harder than just acting in movies because you needed to express all of your emotions just with your voice because listeners didn’t see your face. but she loved doing it; it was her comfort show. they recorded sixteen episodes, but today people can find only thirteen of them.

y/n loved to listen to this show as a kid because it was the only memory she had of her great-grandmother. she was in love with inga’s voice and her expression skills. when y/n turned twelve and was more aware of what she wanted to do in the future, she started to write a script inspired by ‘dangerously yours’. of course, it wasn’t the best because she was just a child, but she was proud of the idea, and she dreamed of a movie based on this broadcast. she wanted to produce it. and this dream has been with her to date.

. . .

when y/n turned sixteen, she started to take her ‘job’ more seriously; she even had a list of actors she wanted to see in her show. she has an actor for every role, but she still doesn’t have a main male character. she has known so many great actors, but nobody has really matched her ideal. then she started to watch with her mother a new series ‘peaky blinders’ and she saw him. cillian murphy he was her ideal for this role (maybe not just for a role). eight years have passed since then, and she still wants cillian in her production. she was watching every movie he appeared in; she knew that only he would play this character like she wanted to.

when she finished high school, she went to acting school. she felt alive when she was acting; she loved it, and she had stronger motivation to make her dreams come true. she knew that she could make it happen. her teachers said that she is a great actress, and she just thanked her great-grandmother for that because she was an inspiration when she was performing. after finishing her acting studies, she started to learn how to write a script more professionally because she wanted everything to be perfect. it needs to be perfect.

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now we are in 2021, and her dream has started to come true. with her mother's help, she found the director who wanted to make this show, and she started working with professional people who knew how to do a good movie and how to have all the actors from her list here, and everything seems to be working. almost every actor loved the idea for the plot and agreed to play in this show; the only actor that didn’t answer was cillian murphy. the man she needed the most in this production was him; without him, she didn’t want this series because nobody else would play the main character as he did. but she didn’t lose hope; she just patiently waited for him to answer the proposal.

the music for the movie she had since 2016, and she couldn’t be happier when lana del rey accepted the offer to do a few songs for this show. y/n thinks that she was perfect for this, and she couldn’t imagine any other person doing half of the soundtrack but lana. y/n cannot believe that her dream was just coming true, that all the plans she made as a kid worked, and that she is about to do a series with real and popular actors; it was just too perfect.

she was happy, of course, but still, she didn’t have cillian as a main character, and just at the moment when she was about to search for another man to play this character, her casting producer walked into her room with a big smile.

“cillian agreed to play this role”

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ thank you for attention!! ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

note: i hope that you will love this series. im so excited for this and i hope you are too!

[bad-at-names-and-faces]

For the WIP Guessing Game

dress

Oh, hello, minor plot point in my upcoming chapters...

“Johanne?” a woman called from behind them. “Oh! Anna, I’m sorry! And this must be Inga?”

“Hello, again!” her mother said to the woman. “Inga, do you remember Baroness Dagmar?”

“I know I’ve heard about you,” Inga smiled. “I think I was very young when I last saw you.”

“It’s very nice to see you again, Inga,” the woman replied. “It’s funny, you looked exactly like my daughter from behind. That seems to be a very popular dress this summer!”

[kandyrezi]

—galaxy;

PROMPT: Angels of Fumus with a human lover.

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i. Taffy does not want to deal with inevitable heartbreak that comes with having a mortal lover. literally and figuratively, you are worlds apart and so, he keeps his heart closed. he's committed countless atrocities and sins and he wonders how he's still (un)mercifully living and breathing only because his god allows it. you find a confidant in him and he likes listening to you, in return he finds a friend in you and you console his grief to best of your ability, but that's as far as that'll go. it's for the best if he wants to keep you safe and out of reach from lord fumus.

ii. Yuu strays from romantic relationships generally, the chance of happiness is tempting but he resists the temptation for his own sake that would end up being ephemeral in any case. bringing you with him to his world is not an option, so he'll end up asking for advice from taffy – his closest friend and comrade – on the matter, though he has a feeling he already knows what kind of answer he will receive. he doesn't want you to cry over a caged bird like him, he leaves as many kisses on your face as needed until your tears have finally dried. "for... good luck," he'll tell you, not realizing it's the last you'll be seeing of his gentle, red eyes.

iii. Lei Hitotose cannot get enough of the wonder and awe you praise him with, asking how he manages moving around with those three huge wings ("wow, they're even soft like cotton!" you'll tell him) and trying to poke at his halo by standing on your tippy-toes. his sin is that he is self-indulgent to a fault, but he cares very little about it. he'll allow you to touch and pat him wherever you please, so long as he can return the favor with a 'curiosity' of his own by getting to fondle you – you can trust either way that this pervy seraph won't be keeping his hands to himself.

iv. Zero Hitotose reasons to himself he should focus on duty and mission above all else, but he's a fool in love and his mind drifts back to you, inevitably. he can live just fine without you, but he certainly doesn't want to. he's impulsive and not graceful in the slightest and always comes crash-landing out of the blue somewhere near your current location. you'll find him sprawled in a rose bush, and he's embarrassed out of his wits, but when you say you're laughing not at him, but because you're happy to see him, any regrets or second-guessed he had previously fade away in instant.

v. Engetsu may enjoy a little self-indulgent fling of his own, not at all shy to go after something that catches his eye. it's certainly fun for him too, to pretend to just be a normal boyfriend (who just enjoys crossdressing) that you have, to your family or friends, instead of an ethereal being from an entirely another world. he thinks some of them can probably sense something odd about him, those who are more susceptible to the otherworldly. yet at the end of it, he is still a realist through and thorough, knowing you won't be with him forever, as much as he does like you – amongst other complications and it's perhaps best to end it, but trust he'll give you something to remember him by; with long, passionate hours into the night in your room and clothes discarded on the floor.

vi. Fiore enjoys long conversations with you, how you see the world around you is so fundamentally different from his own, and your differing viewpoints keep his interest and attention. it's highly likely he can understand the language you speak, but you can't understand the writings and scripture that's written in the books in his world, so he would enjoy teaching you how to read it. it's undeniable by the feelings of deep affections he holds that it's more than friendship on his side. he doesn't visit often, but he writes letters. some of them are never sent. things he thinks should be said out loud, but won't (or can't) bring himself to do it.

vii. Inga never tells you of the violent conflicts and punishments he endures, but he doesn't always clean the blood and nurse the wounds effectively enough for you not to notice it anyway. he rarely talks about himself, preferring for you to do it instead. being in love with you is just being in another war with himself, and it's an easy victory (or defeat) to accept the hardship of loving someone so pure and worlds away from the source of all his pain. your presence to him is really the epitome of the phrase, "you gave me peace in a lifetime of war".

viii. realistically, Tsurugigozen has no interest in mingling with anyone that much of a lower status than himself. your unrequited yearning fuels his ego, but he keeps you at arms' length, not believing you to be worthy of him. yet he gets pissy when you lose interest due to his 'apathy' and he doesn't get the attention he expects from you, so he'll subtly degrade and make you feel small, but you won't let him get away with it, ("i thought god's angels were creatures of enlightenment, but now i see you're just some phoneys wearing stupid costumes!") and he's deserving of every nasty word – but one has to wonder why has he not just left if he really thinks of you as that insignificant. maybe he isn't as complex as he likes to think of himself as.

ix. Youran is a romantic in every sense of the word, it's possible he'll look at his surroundings with rose-tinted glasses and live in fantasy constructed of false ideals, ignoring all the macabre and the ugly. and you believe him too, with his kisses sweet as honey dew and words of romance like something from your collection of poetry books – but it is him who becomes lost in his own grandeur delusions and wringing you along, one of his comrades will likely have to remind him of the gravity of the situation and who it is he keeps sneaking off for not-so secret trysts under the moonlight and clear skies of stars. it is possible he'll be out of your life as abrupt as he came once the realization finally sinks in for him, making his presence feel like nothing more than a dream due to a fever. but it's certainly enough to leave a lasting ache and a hollow feeling because of it.

x. Aes doesn't remember the last time he really fell in love with someone – it could've been centuries or even eons ago because he's never really been the type to form romantic connections with anyone, but once he actually realizes it, it's an indescribable feeling of being at peace. the sweet blond angel, if only he could, would grant you immortality, but he would never want to subject you to the violence and bloodshed he's surrounded with daily, no matter if it's the devil's or his own god's world he's residing at said moment of time. he wonders of the possibility – if erasing your memories of him would ease his and your pain, knowing there isn't a reality out there where you could be together without a war in between, but he really doesn't want you to forget about him. in and outside the battlefield, his heart remains weak as always, and he himself can't deny it.

[theghostofcoldramen]

Haikyuu!! Boys, on your period

Warnings - Blood, The reader is implied to be female, but GN pronouns are used.

Note: This is my first time writing, so I hope this will suffice 🙏🏾. I just did whoever i had ideas for so i might do more if I get more ideas. Constructive criticism is appreciated! Hope you all enjoy (＾ω＾).

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Kageyama-

°Probably one of the most awkward conversations you will ever have. The more you explain, the more he gets confused. It's terrible.

°He is literally so confused when you get sudden mood swings.

°He gets better over time. He treats you gently. He also might get you snacks or something.

"So you bleed out of....your..." "Yes! That's what I've been saying for the past 30 minutes!" You frown. You were still in bed calling your boyfriend, hoping he could comfort you. Instead, he spent most of your time asking you more questions. "Can you just come over." You beg. Your hands are on your stomach, and haft of your face was buried into your pillow.

Your cramps were coming back for the 5th time."Oh, alright..." He answered still sounds unsure. A few minutes later, he enters your room with a plastic bag. "Um... I wasn't sure what to get you, so I bought snacks." He said, walking up to you. You giggle slightly. "Thanks, kags."

(He was probably the most OC one. Sorry kageyama lovers ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡)

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Nishinoya-

°I feel like you also need to explain what you're going through to him. Even if you do, he will always forget a minor detail. He'll be shocked when you tell him they're cramps involved even though you already told him that.

°You get an unlimited cuddle pass! (You kinda always have one, but shhhh) He normally wants to be the big spoon, but he'll be your personal teddy bear if you asked.

°PILLOW FORTS!!!

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You lay in the comforts of your bed. A fluffy blanket is draped on top over you. While your eyes are closed, trying to ingaing in a peaceful slumber, trying to ignore the puddle of blood in your pants and the fingers poking at your stomach. Fingers which belonged to your boyfriend, who was trying to convince you to get up for the "best surprise". "Babyyyy!" He dragged out. "I promise it's the best!" He frowned and looked up at you trying to give you his best puppy bog eyes. He stuck his bottom lip out a bit forming a pout. You looked at his begging face and felt the stinging pain of guilt.

How could you say no to that face. You slowly start to sit up, giving him the sign that you'll go along with whatever he has planned. He's face lights up and he takes your hands in his. "Okay okay! Now close your eyes!" He insisted. You rise an eyebrow at his request, but ultimately gave in to the request, closing your eyes. You feel his hands squeeze yours slightly as he guilds you while the world is filled with darkness temporarily. After a few moments, your guide stopped allowing you to open your eyes.

Your eyes adjust to the new light and you see, a fort made out of pillows and blankets draped over the couch and chairs from your dining room. How did Nishinoya manage to make all of this, is a question in the back of your mind. Your attention turned to your boyfriend who was puffing out his chest and grinning in pride. You shook your head and chuckled at his antics. You really love this man don't you.

Tanka-

°Probably knows the most out of all of them. His older sister told him everything. That being said, he has the most experience out of all the others. And if there's something he doesn't know, he will ask his sister.

°He treats you like royalty(when does he not) Heatpad? Check. Snacks? Already got them. Pads and / or tampons? Got them. Cuddles? Say no less! This man has it all.

You lay limp on the couch. How did you even get out of bed? It is mystery. Suddenly, you hear the doorbell ring, making you grumble. You reluctantly dragged yourself off the couch and walked to the front door. You were ready to release your anger out on the person who thought it was a good idea to make you get up. When you opened the door, you're greeted by your loving boyfriend, and your inraged expression turned into a puzzled one.

"Tanka? What are you -" Before you could even finish your sentence, giant arms wrapped around you, engulfing you in a warm embrace. "My y/ n senses were tingling! So I came running." He answered, breaking the hug to show you what he got of you. He held a plastic bag filled with your favorite snacks and things you needed to get through the day. You look up at him, your eyes wide in disbelief. No one has ever gone through this much effort to comfort you before.

Seeing Tanka show this mush love made you forget your painful morning. He sets the bag aside and gives you another hug, rubbing your back and swaying side to side. You nuzzle into the crock of his neck, returning the hug. No words could express how lucky you felt. "I won't let the evil period monsters hurt you, baby."

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