#irene hawke

[illusivesoul]

"If you were Qunari, you would be Ben-Hassrath"

[admireforever]

Ethan Hawke & Una Thurman

Gattaca

[zaeedsflipflops]

been wanting to do a family portrait type thing for a while

[ultimatecryptid]

i dont think ive ever mentioned it but emery and irene fucking hate eachother. their personalities clash in the first place but since em brought bethany to the conclave as part of the warden delegation—well. lets hope they complete the questline before reaching the boiling point

[cav-core]

One of my favorite things about the wider Whyborne & Griffin verse is just how much of an aneurysm the Endicotts would give HP Lovecraft if he just thought about them.

[songofmultitudes]

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   ( due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .) , or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?

(For Hawke)

"Oh, for sure. When we first came to Kirkwall, my mother was furious with our uncle for spending her inheritance himself. I was angry alongside her, because it made the work of taking care of her and Carter. A few years in, though... I understand my uncle a bit more. Mother left him to take care of their parents while she married Malcolm and had us. From one caretaker to another... I can get why he felt he should do something for himself, after they passed. It's a thankless job.

... Still made my life harder for a long time, though."

[umblogsemnomeainda]

Scarlet Irene Hawk

[roseshavethoughts]

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[aveline-amelia]

@rey-jake-therapist I am very sorry, but I cannot let this go. If this is about the BBC Sherlock fandom and if you are referring to Irene or Molly being Sherlock and John mirrors, that is not misogyny in and out itself.

Mirroring is a literary device. Lara Pulver (Irene) herself confirmed Irene is intended to be a mirror. And it goes both ways. Irene is Sherlock. Sherlock is Irene. A Scandal in Belgravia is not about Sherlook in Love, it's Sherlock and Love. The Hounds of Baskerville is Sherlock and Fear, and The Reichenbach Fall is Sherlock and Death.

In Sherlock's Mind Palace, Mycroft is a stand-in and represents pure reason and logic. There's a lot of Mycroft in Sherlock's mind palace because despite of what he might say, Sherlock does look up to him. He sees him as this all-knowing all-seeing figure. MindPalace!Mycroft is also much harsher on Sherlock. He's also a judge and has subtextual angel wings, just like Mary and Janine are deliberately shown with horns behind them. Amanda Abbington acknowledged this.

This representation of his brother in his Mind Palace is why I never bought the 's4 in Sherlock's head since TAB or HLV' theory. That's not how Sherlock sees his big brother. He thinks Mycroft cares less, not more. He doesn't even think Mycroft would grieve him, (Mommy and Daddy will cry, Mrs Hudson will cry, the Woman will cry, John will cry... as claimed by MP! Moriarty). No mention of Mycroft.

On the topic of MindPalace!Moriarty is literally wearing restraints and is dressed like a mental asylum patient. He's acting even more unstable than usual. "You're dead." "Not in your head, I'll never be dead here." It's how Sherlock sees him.

So, is it really that far-fetched that Irene is a representation of his sexuality. (either asexuality, homosexuality, bisexuality, demisexuality, you know the drill, depends on what you see or prefer). Imo, that's not sexism, that's just good writing.

I love Irene! She is one of the main characters in the fic I'm writing. There is some Irene&Sherlock stuff there because I prefer their dynamic as two people who are intellectual equals who respect and admire each other and who are both similar and different and capable.

And sorry to Adlockers, but isn't that better than Sherlock falling for her because she's a sexy gay/lesbian/sexually fluid dominatrix who awakens his dormant sexuality? Isn't Sherlock admiring her similarly to how he does Mary or Mycroft or later Eurus more groundbreaking and inspiring than another het love story between two queercoded characters?

I don't like Mary. I did once, but reading meta from both sides, I think she was horrifically mishandled and whether they were going for hero, villain, grey character, redeemed villain, narrator, audience surrogate, whatever, they failed. Even the casual audience was sick of her and War/stan.

Poor Rosie though, she has done nothing wrong...

Sorry for the rant. This is, as usual, meant as analysis, not a pointed attack against anyone.

The way some fandoms clearly hate women is really appealing. It shows in the way they either villainize female characters or significantly reduce their importance in the male characters's life. Some go even as far as claiming they're not real characters but only living metaphors of said male characters's sexuality. I'm all for tolerance towards headcanon's but the stuff I've read lately.... Big yikes.

[illusivesoul]

OC Insight: What kind of love are you?

Take this quiz as your OC and share the results.

Was tagged by @spacebunshep . Thank you :)

I'll tag @bardofheartdive @champagne-pain @master-dellamorte @vitaeplaysda @imakemywings and @sophiasartandgaming . Only if you feel like doing this, of course.

Serena Brosca

Irene Hawke

[admireforever]

Ethan Hawke & Una Thurman

Gattaca

[fanfiction4sooya]

Hello, I hope that you're doing well ! May I please request a smutty/fluffy Tiffany fic with younger idol reader?  Where reader is a small ball of shy sunshine.. She's so sweet and understanding and very likeable.. Tiffany is very protective/slightly possessive of her younger gf.. So what happens when someone tries to ask out reader in a very public way? (It can be an idol or another celebrity.)

Hi luv!! first o all thank you for the request, I love snsd so much but there's barely any requests for them!! I hope you like it, hun 💖💖 btw sorry if it's short, I'm not really a fluff writer 😩

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When you and Tiffany started going out (after she made the first move, of course) it took you a while to get used to how protective she was. Not that it was a bad thing, but sometimes it seemed like she could see things you couldn't, feel people's intentions way before you could even process them. Like the day one of the boys from a new group 'accidentally' spilled juice on your chest at the inkigayo's backstage and she literally made him apologize after talking to his manager and taking his phone from his hand just to smash it. Like imagine, the Tiffany Young scolding you in front of every single person present.

It got you upset, the situation didn't need all that, you thought, but of course she brought receipts: his phone with some very nsfw pics of you; up your skirt and a video of your wet chest.

That was all she did: watch you like a hawk and protect your naive self from anything and anyone.

They all knew you were hers, but of course no one dared saying anything out of fear or respect. And whoever dared looking at you the wrong way, boy... they regretted it.

You two were attending a party, something you guys were very fond of, given your both glam nature and it was all going so well it was like a dream.

"I am going to great some old friends, love" She leaned towards you, whispering on your ear. "Wanna come?" She smiled at you, her pretty brown eyes ever so in love.

"Can I stay here for a bit more?" You asked, closing your eyes to take in the fresh air of the secluded balcony away from all those people. "This breeze feels so good against my skin..." Your eyes met hers and well, they were equally in love.

"Of course you can, sweetheart" She gave your empty glass of champagne a look. "I'll be right back bringing one more, alright?" You nodded and she left.

You had your back to the party, admiring the city lights in your little introverted bubble when you felt a soft hand on your bare back. You turned around smiling for Tifanny only to be met with someone else instead.

"Irene sunbaenim?" You said, surprised. You smile faltered a bit, she wasn't your Tiff after all. You always liked to think that a few things were for your girlfriend's eyes only and that smile was one of them.

"Finally I met you by yourself" Her eyes were dangerously scanning your red dress. "I like your outfit" You blushed, lowering your head. She handed you a glass of champagne.

"Thank you..." Your hand nervously grabbed the glass, so shy you felt like a baby deer caught in the headlights. "Tiff chose it for me" You mindlessly said, quickly understanding by her look your mistake. "I mean... Tiffany sunbaenim uhm... Helped me choose" You furiously blushed and her eyes hardened on yours.

"Is she what?" Your innocent self didn't feel the poison on that question at first. "Your sugar mommy?" She bit her lip and you frowned, deeply hurt by that. "If that's the case I can be better for you..." She stepped closer and you opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out, your eyes were full of tears. "I could use a pretty thing such as yourself as my sugar baby" her breath fanned over your face and you lowered your head.

"Harassing one more young girl, Bae?" You heard her voice way before seeing her slightly taller frame. She knew how to be quite intimidating.

"Tiffany" Her voice came out as a snarl. Tiffany's eyes met yours and she grew ever angrier after seeing how hurt you seemed. Next thing you knew her slender fingers and sharp nails had enveloped irene's arm.

"If you talk to my girlfriend like that again i will end you" Her voice sounded low, dangerous. Irene smirked.

"You think I'm some easily impressed newbie?" She rolled her eyes. "You can't do anything against me and also... I was just talking to her, jesus" You held Tiffany's hand so she could let go of the other's arm. She relaxed a bit under your touch but you knew she wanted to throw the drink on the other's face.

"Can we go, please?" Your voice sounded small, unsure. You just wanted to run far away from that.

"This is not over, you are going to pay for upsetting her" She took your hand on hers, firmly walking away hand in hand with you for everybody's surprise. She never really touched you in public, always keeping the discretion for your sake.

The ride home was quiet and quite painful in the beggining. Your head were on her chest the whole time hearing to her strong and steady heartbeats, trying to calm yourself down so you could talk to her without crying,

"Tiff" You called and she only hummed, waiting for you to continue. "Do you see me as a sugar baby?" She never stopped caressing your hip, kissing the top of your head and lifting your face gently by your chin.

"No, my love" Her eyes were sincere and her voice controlled. "you are my girlfriend, hopefully my wife one day" Your cheeks got furiously red.

"But the others think..." She rolled up the partition of the big car, blocking any sound the driver could hear.

"The others think a lot of things" She pulled you to her lap to straddle her, a steady hand on your lower back. "If you keep trying to prove anything they'll keep doubting it just for fun, love" She gently kissed your knuckles, that intimate act giving you goosebumps. "Forget about them, it's just you and me" She kissed your wrist and you slightly shivered. She smiled against your skin, kissing your shoulder next.

"But Irene sunbaenim..." You tried to say and she cut you off.

"Forget about her" She sounded demanding. "I am yours and you are mine"

Her lips ghosted over your lips, her eyes staring into yours.

"You are mine" You recognized that tone. It was the possessive tone you loved, the one that made your legs weak when she used.

"I am yours" You whispered against her lips and she finally kissed you, one hand holding your waist while the other threaded on your locks.

It was fervent, passionate. Her kiss always made you feel good but that one was different, electrifying even. Her tongue quickly found yours, massaging it and making you whimper.

You skin felt on fire, as she bit your bare shoulder, pulling your hips forward to meet her knee. Moaning, you bit her lip and she gave you a whimper of approval, pushing your hips back while keeping one hand on your nape.

"Tiff, oh jesus" you whispered and she kept that pace. You were drenched, feeling your clit literally pulse inside your underwear as your wetness stained her black dress.

"Yes love, call my name" She growled and you tossed your head back, humping her leg with all the power you had, thinking how it was so fucking good you'd cum in no time if it kept that way.

"I think I'm gonna cum" You managed to say, rolling your eyes and scratching her shoulder, never stopping your hips.

"Not on my thigh you'll not pretty girl" She pushed you from her lap, positioning you in a way she could eat you from behind.

Your legs were spread apart as she ripped your panties from you, her tongue quickly finding your slit to gather some of your juices on it; your hand prints were all over the window already, your cheek glued to it in look for any support. Her skilled tongue kept it's assault on your pussy as it went in and out of it, her chin repeatedly hitting your clit made you jolt in pleasure. It was mind blowing, bone chilling, insane how she could have you wrapped around her finger with so little.

"Please tiff, please" You pleaded as if it was a prayer. You didn't know if you prayed to god or Tiffany, you only knew that in that moment she was devoted to you too. There, between your legs, she showed how adored you were and how much of her she could give to you.

You came in her mouth, gushing your nectar on her tongue as she lapped it up, spreading your wetness all over her face in pride. Trying to catch your breath your limp body was pulled out of the post orgasm haze and soon you found out why: her tongue was shoved down your throat, your taste passing from her tongue to yours felt delicious.

You kept kissing for a long time, sitting on her lap again. You held her against you and she did the same, not really wanting to let go of that warm embrace so full of love and vulnerability. Only after a while you two realized the car had stopped and you were in front of your shared mansion.

"I love you" She said and you took a deep breath.

"I love you too" You gave a little butterfly kiss on her nose and she crinkled it in the cutest way.

"Come on, pretty girl" She caressed your soft hair. You looked at her with doe eyes and she bit her lip. "I'm gonna show you how much I love you in our bed" Her whisper on your ear made your pussy throb.

Oh you loved when your girlfriend wanted to prove a point.

[ultimatecryptid]

Bethany realizing half a decade later that Irina forcing her to join the Grey Wardens was the best thing her sister ever did for her NOT because it saved her life, or because it saved her from the Circle, but because it took her out of Irina's control:

[apomaro-mellow]

Every Baby Needs a Daddy 16

Part 15

The next day, Steve was probably the clingiest he'd ever been. He thought his heat had ended but the new pack bonds brought on a new crest of lust. For the first time since he had arrived, he ate breakfast with everyone in the kitchen. After the meal, Steve made himself comfortable in Eddie's lap.

Eddie and Jeff were talking about concepts for the next album. Gareth was nursing his coffee, still waking up. Grant got up to refill his own mug and Steve's eyes followed him like a hawk. Eddie was pretty attuned to Steve's wants and needs. And when he felt Steve's fingers brush against his lips while staring at the unaware beta across the room, he had a pretty good idea of what his baby wanted.

"Remember sweetness, you gotta use your words. The boys don't know all your tells yet."

Steve whimpered and whined at first, but not longer after he was purring as Grant ate him out on the counter.

Soon enough though, it was time for Corroded Coffin to return to the public eye. And almost just as quickly, the fans with a keen eye noticed a certain omega showing up much more. Not just on Eddie's arm but the rest of the band's as well.

The more it was seen, the more permanent Steve's position appeared. It was February when the competing hashtags #ccomega and #notouromega showed up. Of course, the overwhelming majority of the fans were in the camp of 'neither one is gonna fuck you, so stop wasting your time arguing about it'.

Eddie was reading through a couple of argument threads, snickering to himself when Steve stepped out of the dressing room.

"What about this one?"

The outfit consisted of tight leather pants, a blazer, and a mesh shirt under that. Eddie's hands fell to the magnetic force that was Steve's nipples and started playing with them through the shirt. He let that be his answer and the online comment wars were forgotten for a moment. The new outfit was for an award show the band was attending and throughout the whole thing, Steve ignored his own reserved seat and stayed planted in Eddie's lap.

Given that it was an award show, many eyes were on it, even those not typically concerned with celebrity gossip. When it started spreading to such a degree, even THEY couldn't ignore it. Helen Harrington should have known something was up the moment Irene got that nasty look in her eyes, taking a sip of her champagne flute before speaking.

"Of course, we can't all have such famous children. Steve has been in so many magazines these days. I think the last one actually caught him with his pants down", Irene laughed haughtily.

Helen's face was tight with control. "You're such a charmer Irene. Not most people would admit to reading such tabloid trash."

It was reaching their circle of colleagues, which meant something must be done about their son. She and her husband Richard discussed as much. Steve couldn't be allowed to drag their name through the mud like this anymore.

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Steve had basically taken up residence in the band's house. He slept in Eddie's room, which was now functionally his as well. Every morning he woke up with their scents mingled and it made his omega purr with satisfaction. He liked whenever the rest of his pack's scents lingered on his body too. Every time he went out, people knew who he belonged to, even without a bite.

But the thought of getting a mating bite did intrigue him.

He wasn't sure how to bring it up though. They'd already taken a major step in their relationship. Asking to be mated forever seemed like asking too much too soon. But relaxing in the living room, warming his alpha's cock with his mouth while daytime television played on sounded perfect.

And everyday with Steve was perfect in Eddie's opinion. Valentine's Day needed to be more perfect. He had a hunch why Steve was spending February 13th with Jeff and Gareth. It didn't make him any less crabby about it though and unfortunately Grant was left to deal with his crabby ass. He was even crabbier when he realized Steve had awakened much earlier the next day and that Eddie wouldn't be seeing him until evening.

CC had a radio interview and Steve was off doing who knew what. Eddie had half a mind to send him relentless thirst texts but instead just made sure he remembered they had reservations at a private restaurant. Eddie sent a car to get Steve and by 8 they had both arrived. Eddie was practically drooling at the silk shirt Steve was wearing.

And the thrill of later events got to him as he put a hand to Steve's back and felt something lacy underneath the shirt.

"You got a surprise for me, baby?"

Steve's smile was coy. "Maybe. Maybe I did a little shopping and I needed a couple of extra eyes to make sure it looked right."

Well that explained why the other two tagged along. And Eddie was only a little jealous that they got to see his present early. Only a little. Steve was pressed to his side for the entire dinner, feeding each other and feeling his surprise just under the silk.

"Baby, I don't think I can wait any longer", Eddie murmured against his ear.

"I can't either", Steve whispered back, legs rubbing together.

There was no way they were making it back home. Steve needed Eddie inside him now and he let him know that by letting out quiet whimpers directly into his ear. Eddie bit his lip, getting a naughty thought in his head.

"I've got an idea...if you're into it."

Steve was definitely into any ideas he had and soon the bill was paid and they were rushing back to the car Eddie had driven here. Eddie started driving with one hand, then other cupped Steve between the legs. It didn't take long for Eddie to find what they needed.

A 24 hour car wash.

They both climbed into the backseat as soon as the car was set on the track. Steve sunk down on Eddie's cock and rode him without an ounce of shame, letting his voice ring out among the noises of the brushes and soap and water. Eddie knew he must have hearts in his eyes, watching this beautiful creature, shirt falling open to reveal the dark green lingerie underneath.

When they came, they only had a few moments to make themselves decent as the car started to exit the wash. Steve didn't even try, just lying in the backseat with his pants off while Eddie scrambled back to the front. With very little regard for much else, Eddie peeled out of the parking area to preserve Steve's modesty.

Meanwhile, Steve had few qualms about having his cunt out in the backseat. This time of night, it was dark besides a few streetlamps. he reached down to feel his own wetness mingling with Eddie's cum. Eddie wasn't playing any music, so the sound of Steve's pussy sounded like it was echoing in the car. This man would be the death of him.

The rest of the night was spent in romantic bliss, just the two of them. But Steve had already given the rest of his pack chocolates.

The next morning, Steve's dream of a domestic life with Eddie was interrupted by his phone ringing. Eddie groaned at the intrusion and Steve reached out to grab it and see who was calling him. The number had no name attached, but he knew it by heart. He'd known the number since he was young but it had been years since he'd called it. Or since it had called him.

He ignored the call to stop the ringing and cuddled back up to his alpha. Eddie was all who mattered right now. Not them. He ignored the call that came a couple of hours later, and the few that came the next day as well. He didn't even listen to the voicemails left for him. Whatever they had to say, couldn't be anything good.

It was two weeks later when he got his first piece of mail since he started living here and who else could it be from but his parents. He leaned against the fridge as he opened it, finally curious enough to find out what they wanted.

"So what'd they send you?", Eddie asked before spooning some cereal into his mouth.

For a moment, Steve simply stood there, mouth agape as he read the envelope's contents.

"Sweetheart?"

"My parents.... sent me a cease and desist letter."

Part 17 (final)

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[asianrabbit]

Black Hawk Down (2001) All units, Irene. I say again, Irene.

[roseinyoursaltwater]

REVISED PHOENIX DROP HEADCANNONS

PHOENIX DROP

◦ Phoenins (fee-nans)

TERRAIN: Phoenix Drop has many hills and thick woods surrounding it. It touches the ocean, this makes a great village for trade as well as an accessible village via the water or land. It is very grassy and has many fruit bushes and trees that grow naturally. However, due to current climates, plants and the soil have been struggling to grow anything worth eating. There are limited fresh bodies of water in Phoenix Drop, most water is gathered from the forest. It usually rains an average amount, but with this drought there is a lack of water. The winters are harsh in Phoenix Drop due to how close they are to the water, causing vicious winds during the winter.

FOOD: When the crops are good, wheat, barley and hay are the most common crops being grown. While fruits grow naturally, they aren't being planted by the farmers of the village. Squash, corn, potatoes and pumpkins are also common in this area when they're able to be planted. Beef, chicken, goat, deer, fish.

LIVESTOCK: Cows, chickens, sheep, goats, horses, dogs and cats.

ANIMALS: Deer, duck, robins, doves, hawks, squirrels, chipmunks, skunks, woodchucks, foxes, bears, beavers, mice and rats.

CULTURE: Phoenix Drop is a heavily religious village, this is due to the struggle the village has faced. The villagers pray daily for food and health, they hold Lady Irene very highly. Praying and church attendance is expected. However, Phoenix Drop is much more relaxed with other standards. The town brothel/tavern is very popular and very open business. Modest clothing isn't expected as the economy is very low and struggling, material and high quality clothes are hard to come by. They save their nicest clothes for church. Language is not elegant and includes swearing. The majority of citizens cannot read or write, at the very least a few words here and there. While not the most formal village, monogamy is the norm. Common jobs include: farmer, barhand, guard, seamstress, blacksmith, merchants, prostitutes, and carpenters.

NATIONALITIES: Phoenix Drop is a melting pot village There are not many born Phoenins, most villagers are those coming from other places.

FIGHTING: There is no distinct fighting style in Phoenix Drop, it is very informal. Hand to hand combat is common as well as sparring.

WEAPONS: Falchion swords Estoc swords, daggers. Morning Stars, knives.

RESPECT LEVEL: 2/10 (A lowly respected village due to economy and formality)

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