#lissas stuff

[hasthecityrearranged]

Reciprocating face touches

[w0rld0flight]

OMG, Nintendo and IntSys FINALLY made the Meet the Heroes artworks of the very first Christmas alts in FEH and THEY'RE SO CUTEEE I WANNA SQUISH THEM ALL

[energeticpoltergeist]

did you know? Fire Emblem characters are hard to draw, in other news the sky is blue basically just trying to figure out how to draw FE characters and may as well do my first practice run with trying to figure out how to draw Lissa yeah i know it isn't 100% accurate to her actual design, but in my defense im trying to simplify FE character designs so i can actually draw them repeatedly without grinding my hand to dust-

[sentofight]

"Who will I put this sweet and adorable toad in their tent?"

[creativefiend19]

[razorsadness]

Nights, I spent at Paddy O's, with whiskey or gin, pumping the jukebox full of money so I could hear Patsy and Johnny and Elvis (and The Clash and The Tossers), talking with Beagan whom I will always love with a love so big and easygoing and pure. And those were fun nights with old friends, thoroughly intoxicated; sometimes K. would waltz in and the two of us would tango around the bar (to the chagrin of some patrons, and the delight of the old men) - but I fell into a lot of melancholy moments. With all the alone time I had during the day, I was left thinking too much about everything, about ghosts, about how screwed up I am, and when those thoughts combined with glass after glass of booze, the sadness came. And with it, drunken, 1 a.m. text messages to Maggie and Filia. The messages to Maggie either consisted of quotes from World/Inferno songs (Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright in tiny little towns across this big night), or questions like Will I ever stop missing old lovers and wishing for new ones? Her response to that one was - All signs point to 'no.' And I laughed at that, and then started to cry, because she's right, and it's funny that she knows me so well, but the situation is not funny at all. And the messages to Filia all said basically the same thing: When are you going to quit being a jerk and come visit me? She didn't respond to any of them. It breaks my heart, because I know I really have lost her, or at least lost the closeness we used to have. It's not like the time I didn't hear from her for ten months. No, she communicates every once in a while, now. I've even seen her twice in the past year. But she no longer makes an attempt to come see me - if I want to see her, I have to go to her. And when I do see her, it is not the same. All we do is talk about memories of the things we used to do; we no longer create new ones. She is stuck in her world of boyfriend and job and battlefield ghosts. Just a couple days ago, I was looking through stacks of old zines, and I found one she made six years ago - collage art and cut-up poetry. She is so talented, and always has been; but she doesn't see it, and she doesn't do anything with that talent, and it frustrates the hell out of me. No matter how many times I tell her how amazing she is, she refuses to listen, or to believe me.

[from a journal entry, 7/27/06]

[pepprs]

beaver gnawing on wood noises

[convxction]

What's your role in the tragic play?

bold protagonist

you're the star of the show, baby! and boy does that come with a lot of emotional turmoil. you have a seemingly endless supply of determination. whether you have a lot of goals, or one big one, you're constantly working towards it. you're pretty restless, and struggle with imposter syndrome and generally feeling like you should be doing more. your insecurity might not be immediately obvious to others, however, as you come across as very strong and bold. vulnerability is not your strong suit, and that's likely to be your downfall. if only you had just let people in, and asked for help... well, maybe this was always gonna be a tragedy.

tagged by: @riftdancer (thank you cove's wife~)

tagging in: @pieman1112 , @isaaccecilbryant , @toestalucia , @cadcnce , @psychcdelica , @amalanexus , @sweptawxy , @letsriddlemethislucifer , @hiircgi , @ofliminalities , @xdcwntherabbithole , @kinships , @obfuscatingveil , @felldragxn , @heartwilled aaaaaaaaaaand you. snag it like a boss.

[bradsmindbrain]

So (at least according to the wiki page) Jack has a sister Lissa whos also a werewolf. Maybe him inviting her over to meet Ted, since he's now married?

Familia

Summary: Jack and Ted are visited by someone neither of them quite expect.

TW: None

It was lunchtime when Ted heard Jack’s doorbell ring. It was a nice meal, some chicken empanadas ack had made for the two of them, and as always, Jack’s cooking was delicious. He watched Jack’s head perk up when he heard the ring, obviously confused. Jack hadn’t said anything about guests coming over today, so this was very puzzling indeed. Jack took one last bite out of his empanada before gesturing for him to get out of sight. He complied, ducking into the laundry room as Jack made his way to the front door.

He heard Jack give a surprised gasp when he opened the door, “Lissa!” 

Lissa? He tried to recall where Jack had brought that name up from before. It took a moment, but then he quickly recalled that Lissa was the name of his younger sister. Jack never talked about his family all that much, and he knew better than to pry about the topic, but Jack had often talked fondly about Lissa, and how much fun they had together when they were younger.

He remembered Jack saying that Lissa knew about his condition, hell, she also had it, so there was no reason for him to be hiding. 

“Come on in,” he heard Jack say.

“Nice place you have here,” he heard Lissa say, hee voice much like her brother’s, cheerful, comforting, warm.

He peeked out the door to get a look at her and he had to admit, she was very pretty. He could immediately tell she was related to Jack, with her shoulder-length brown hair, tan skin, and moss-green eyes, but she looked a bit younger than him. He watched as Jack led her into the kitchen, a smile on his face, “My apologies for not getting anything ready, la hermana, your visit really caught me off-guard.”

“It’s fine Jack, I would’ve called, but I wanted my visit to be a surprise,” Lissa replied. “Who were you eating with anyway?”

He practically heard Jack smile, “My husband, Ted.”

Lissa laughed, “Well where is the lucky bastard?”

He figured he’d show himself now, opening the door with a creak and stepping out. He made his way into the kitchen, standing behind Lissa before grumbling.

She turned around and practically jumped a foot into the air when she saw him. Jack gave a small laugh, “He says, “Hello.””

After a moment, Lissa laughed, “I shouldn’t have expected anything less from you.”

Jack rolled his eyes, “Ha, ha, very funny Lissa. At least I have a husband.” 

“Wow, Jacob, that was really uncalled for,” Lissa responded.

Ted practically snickered, Jacob? He had always assumed that Jack was short for something; but never once had he considered that it was short for Jacob. He grumbled with amusement.

Jack looked at him, “Yes, it’s short for Jacob, Teddy Bear, it’s not that funny.”

Lissa snickered, “You deciding to shorten it to Jack when you didn’t know that a Jack Russell is a breed of dog on the other hand is pretty funny.”

He gave a rumbling laugh, giving Jack a gentle shove.

His husband looked at him with mock offense, “Really, Theodore? You’re taking her side?”

He rolled his eyes, grumbling back in response.

Lissa smiled, “Regardless, I’m happy for you, Jack. It’s nice to know there’s someone looking out for you.”

Jack turned her attention back to Lissa, “Thanks, Lissa, it’s nice to hear that.”

He grumbled, looking at Jack.

His husband grinned at him, “Ted says thank you as well.”

Lissa grinned, “So how did you two meet, and what’s his story?”

Jack grinned, “Well, a little over a decade ago I was hunting a particularly nasty beast in the Everglades. He was a lot tougher than I thought, but Ted here rescued me and incinerated it.”

Lissa cocked an eyebrow, leading Jack to clarify, “Uh, he senses people’s emotions, and when he senses fear he creates this acid that burns people. His emotion sense is also how I can talk with him, I’ve been with him so long it’s created this… I dunno, telepathic bond.”

She nodded, “That makes sense, I guess, but where did he come from?”

He looked at Jack, prompting his husband to respond, “I think it’s best if he tells you once he establishes a bond with you, it’s kinda a touchy subject for him, but he was a human.”

Lissa nodded before trying to change the subject, “So do you have any empanadas left or?”

Jack shook his head, taking his off his plate and taking a bite, “I can make you some, can’t guarantee they’ll be as good as mom’s though.”

He watched as Jack finished off his empanada before heading back to prepare some for Lissa. He had to admit, it was nice to finally meet his sister-in-law, and he was glad she accepted him. He trilled as he watched Jack cook. God, he was so lucky to marry into such a nice family.

[lunarcry]

wait i scrolled through my ask box i wanna write so bad (has to go to bed

[yoohyeon]

BABYYYYYYY🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

I’m not back yet but Hiiiiiiii !!! Ily 🥰💗💕

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

owain is autistic to me because i love him. Ophelia as well. Maybe lissa i havent thought that far ahead. Maybe the entire ylissean family is autistic. Fuck it, autistic marth.

also frederick even if hes not blood-related hes like the kind of autistic person that wasnt diagnosed and doesnt seek a diagnosis but you just kinda feel it (thinking of my dad here)

also to me frederick has a bunch of scars (especially on his back) from that animal attack in his childhood. Maybe they ache during weather changes but you dont know because hes frederick and hes busy with other stuff

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[i-heart-yellowstone]

10 - What Are We Now??

Part 11

Raised Fair Share Of Hell

Tag list @bvbwestfall @hcwthewestwaswcn @child-of-of-the-sunshine @elenavampire21 @keep-the-wolves-close @kmc1989 @tallrock35

Alana and I walked into the bar that we had driven into Bozzeman for drinks that night needing to get the thoughts of Kayce and our fight out of my head for a few hours. She went straight to the bar ordering us two shots each while I got us a table near the stage where a band had their stuff set up to preform. “Here we go, two rounds to drown out the asshole's memory.” 

“I'm not sure this can erase our entire lives. But this is a good start.” I picked up the shot glass and she clinked her glass to mine. 

“To starting to forget the asshole.” 

We threw back the shot glass and I licked my tongue feeling the bitter taste going down my throat. “Woo. That's got some kick to it.” 

“It's tequila, sis.” 

I raised the glass in the air cheering with a wolf howl. “To more tequila!” 

“Excuse me, ladies. Could I buy you another round?” Someone tapped my shoulder causing me to look back and see a guy with a small stubble on his face and light brown hair in a black cowboy hat. 

Alana spoke up first with excitement. “Absolutely.” 

“Sure. Thanks.” I sent him a smile seeing him stick his hand out towards me. “I'm Alissa.’ 

We shook hands before he went to the bartender. “I'm Ryan.” 

“So what do y'all do for work?” Ryan came back over with three drinks sitting at the table with the two of us. 

“Runnin’ my father’s ranch. The Lambert Cattle ranch.” My sister responded by leaning her elbows on the table. 

Ryan sent me a look waiting for my response where I bite my lip tucking hair behind my ear. “I have worked for the Yellowstone since I was 16-17 until recently.” 

“You’re working at Yellowstone. I'm a ranch hand for the boss there.” 

Alana got up from the table suggesting to the ranch hand with a smirk. “Ryan, how would you and my sister get to talk some more with some free liquor back at our place?” 

“Lana, what about Faith-” 

She cut me off whispering in my ear. “I'll look after her. Don't worry. He's cute, have some fun for once.” 

Having some fun is what got me pregnant, I thought to myself silently. 

But I knew I deserved to not think how much Kayce had hurt me so I went along with the plan she had in mind. “What do you say, Ryan.” 

“Sure. I'll pay the tab though.” Ryan responded before he followed us back to our ranch.  My sister went upstairs to watch my daughter while I poured a glass of beer walking over to him sitting on the couch where he went to take it from my hands till I put my lips down onto his. “Thanks-” 

He sat the glass on the side table holding my face in his hands kissing me briefly. “No strings attached work for you?” 

“Hell yeah.” He leaned forward beginning one of the many heated kisses that would lead us to the bedroom until he had to sneak back over the fence for work that next morning. 

Kayce’s pov

Sitting down on my bed in my childhood bedroom that I still lived in now I removed my hat tossing it on the end of the mattress.  I had come home from picking Tate from school and dropped him off with his mom.  Laying on my back with my head on the pillow my gaze landed on the picture we had Alissa’s mother take of me and her daughter sitting on the tailgate of my beat up old red truck I had sold after she had told me she was pregnant to make some quick money. 

Running a hand through my hair I muttered to myself remembering our teenage years fondly. “What happened to us, Lissa Rae.  How can we get back to what we had?” 

We pulled up in the old red truck to a stop with the edge of lake water right in front of the tailgate.  I hoisted her up by the waist, sitting her up in the backseat of it before I joined her.  “I didn’t even know this spot was here.  I thought I knew every inch of this hometown of ours.” She chuckled, her gaze focused on the blue water. 

“I wanted it to be a surprise when I brought you here.  It should be a special place when I ask you a certain question.” I looked down at her while she laid against my chest with my arms draped around her. 

Alissa smiled up at me with a teasing expression. “And what question is that, Dutton?” 

I smiled, closing the gap between us where we slowly kissed each other.  She gripped the back of my hair deepening the kiss until I broke it, resting my forehead against hers. “Will you be my girlfriend, Lissa Rae?” 

“I thought you’d never ask, cowboy.” She grinned up at me capturing my lips with hers and we stayed like that for quite a while until we got tired then we headed back home as boyfriend and girlfriend, not simply childhood best friends anymore. 

Unknown to Kayce that night his childhood friend and wife wasn’t thinking back on what they had. 

[self-spaghettification]

viren timeline thoughts

These all feel directly correlated to me- maybe k'ppar had the spells that stood in the way of viren reviving soren and he refused to let him cross that dark magic line but with that whatever he takes mindset he maybe stole his spellbook and k'ppar threatened his life or position when he found out and viren had to coin him because he wasn’t willing to kill him in case he was useful later - or it was the easiest short term solution .

also this- it seems like lissa left before sarai came, and that harrow, sarai, and viren were all close - from this & some of the dialogue viren has.

and that it wasn’t dark magic poisoning him as much as it was losing his close bond after sarai died and harrow blamed him, he threw himself into his work further coming up with stuff like killing avizandum because he thought that might prove himself & fix things with harrow, only making them worse though because he’s not that emotionally intelligent(?) but yeahh

like being real and looking at the net changes they’ve produced, viren is a bad dad (& bad person) but good leader (helped 1000 people, took down a dragon that killed a lot of humans, killed 4 leaders & other strategic decisions butttt for bright future for humanity/humbling xadia, lava monsters would cause less people to die & it was reversible) and harrow is a good dad but a bad leader (this post goes in depth on it)

[razorsadness]

L.'s Bedroom // summer 2000

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

Coming To An Understanding #2

Previous

“You got any plans for Saturday?” you ask, digging in your bag for your phone to show Melissa the lunch menu for the new place you’d found online.

“I got a thing,” comes the snapped reply.

You frown, not used to this sort of reply from her.  “Okaaay…like an all day thing or..?”

“Just a thing, okay?” she says without looking at you.

You shrug, not willing to fight over nothing.  “Fine.  You mind if I invite Jacob over to mine and we watch the Mandalorian then?”

“Do what you want,” she says making a vague gesture with her hands, still refusing to look at you. 

Pulling out your phone, you leave the tab for the restaurant open, but instead open up your messages, doing your best to distract yourself from the red head’s snippy mood.  Part of you wants to press further and ask what’s got her being so short with you, but you quickly decide whatever it is, you don’t need to pry.  If she has a thing she wants to keep private, then that’s up to her.  If she wants to tell you, she’ll tell you, but until then there’s always that level of Match 3D on your phone you could never get past. 

*

In bed that night at your apartment, you still haven’t got past that damn level of Match 3D and at this point, you’re starting to doubt you ever will.  To stop yourself throwing your phone across the room you’d swapped your phone for your book, letting yourself get lost in another world for a while.

You’re so engrossed that you almost miss Melissa setting down her own phone with a sigh.

“I’m going to the hair salon on Saturday,” she says quietly.  “Getting a few touch ups.”

Looking up at her, you smile.  “Okay.  You want me to meet you after?  Or we could maybe do breakfast beforehand if your appointment isn’t too early?”

She just looks at you, as though waiting for something.

“What?  You want me to be shocked?” you ask, putting down your book and turning to look at her properly.  “I know the rug doesn’t match the drapes, Lissa.”

At this, she rolls her eyes, letting out a huff.

“Are you getting something different done?”

“No,” she answers quickly.  Almost too quickly.  “Just touch ups,” she adds rather defensively, before looking away, fiddling with the blankets.  “Why, would you prefer I changed it?”

“Melissa, you know I’d love you no matter what colour your hair was, right?” you ask, waiting until she meets your eyes before continuing.  “I mean, do I think the red is hot?  Yeah.  But it’s hot because it’s on you.  If you wanted to go blonde, brunette, hell green, it wouldn’t change anything.  I want you to do what you want.”

She looks thoughtful for a moment.  “Even if I didn’t dye it at all?”

That’s when you see it; the hesitation, the worry.  “Have you seen Paget Brewster lately?” you joke, knowing she’d made fun of your reaction to the new look a certain Emily Prentiss was sporting.  “I think you’d rock whatever look you decided to go for.  And I’d love you all the same.”

You look down as you feel her toy with one of your rings.  “Why didn’t you want to tell me?”

She lets out a sigh.  “I know you know how old I am, but I just…well it just felt easier to keep that kinda stuff behind the scenes.”

“Stay here,” you tell her, clambering out of bed and heading for the bathroom.  Grabbing the couple of boxes of hair dye from under the sink, you sit on the edge of the bed.  “You think mine is natural?  I pick whatever colour is on sale and takes my fancy that day.”

“Well, there ain’t exactly much down there to compare it to,” she smirks.  “Wait, you don’t even use the same colour?”

You can’t help but laugh.  “Like you’ve never noticed it’s been about twenty different shades, none of them exactly natural, since we met?”  You gather up the boxes of hair dye, moving to return them to the bathroom.  “You can even pick the colour next time if you want.  Though full disclosure, I’m working on a totally natural Cruella De Ville stripe and when that comes in properly it’s getting left well alone.”

You hear her chuckle from the bathroom and when you return to bed, she’s put her phone away and has already turned off the bedside light.  She opens her arms to you, letting you cuddle in close.

“Sorry I was snarky earlier,” she says softly in the darkness.

“You don’t need to be sorry,” you reply.  “Thank you for telling me though.”

“Thank you for putting up with me,” she says finally after a long pause.

Pressing a kiss to the closest patch of skin you can find, you tighten the arm around her waist.  “You got the rough end of that deal being landed with me,” you say, smiling as you feel her press a kiss to the top of your head in response.

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