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Take a Break - Asra
notes - IM BACK FROM THE DEAD AND WITH A FIC?!?!?! Hi guys! <3 I've been in a bit of a block feeling like my writing is meh, but I wanted to pump this out to get out of said block. I'm finally on a short break for school, but I'll be working then, but now, I had time to write and wanted to give you all something, even if it's short and sweet. I also wanted to thank you all for the support even as I've been on my hiatus. I nearly have 200 followers, and I just can't thank everyone enough for being so loving! Sorry this note was kinda long, but I really want you all to know how much I love you <3
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“Hi Asra.” You smile, giving the boy goo-goo eyes as he walks into the shop that the two of you owned.
“Hello, y/n.” he says, not once looking at you. He was too busy looking down at a list of some sort to notice you staring at him while you stood behind the counter.
“Busy?” you asked.
“Mhm.” was all he let out before walking up to his office.
You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. Another busy day that clouded both you and Asra. You were used to it by now, but a break sounded nice every once in a while. So instead of that break, you played with a bottle full of tea leaves that you were proud to say you made yourself. You didn't hate your job, if anything, you loved it more than any job you’ve had before. The problem was Asra. He looked constantly stressed and beyond tired. You hated that he was starting to look like he was the one who hated his job. He had so much passion years ago, but now he just looked swamped.
“Good evening, y/n!” you heard a familiar voice say as the bell rang above the door. Your ears perked up and a smile spread across your face as you saw one of your regular customers walk in.
“Evening, Mr. Bennet! How are you?” You set down the little bottle and walked over to the man, shaking his hand.
“Fine, fine,” he said. “Busy as always. You?” He hung his coat on a rack next to the door and started browsing.
“I'm all right,” you admitted. “Bout to close up shop, so that’s nice.”
“I won't be too long.” He looked at some of the tea you had made, carefully reading the instructions. “Where’s Asra, if you don't mind me asking?”
“Oh, he's upstairs. Probably working as always.” You rested your cheek on your hand.
“Go figure. Poor man needs to catch a break.”
“Tell me about it.” you chuckled.
“Well, when you see him again,” Mr. Bennet said, walking to the counter with a box of tea leaves. “Tell him that he has to get that break, for me, of course.”
You laughed and took the money from the man, locking the door behind him as he left.
“Was that Mr. Bennet?” you heard Asra ask, making you nearly jump out of your skin.
“Yeah,” you said nonchalantly as you began to clean up for the night. “He just got some tea, that’s all.”
“Dammit,” Asra groaned, leaning against the wall. “I had to ask him something.”
“You know he’ll be back. He’s in here all the time. Plus, he told me to tell you to take a damn break.”
Asra ran his fingers through his white hair while his other hand clutched some tarot cards. “You know I can't do that.” he sighed.
“Whatever you say.” You finished sweeping up the rest of the shop and walked past Asra.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“To my room. To take a break.” So, you did. You walked straight to your room and laid on your bed. It was soft, as always, and all of your stuffed animals gave you soft smiles.
Through your window, you could see the moon peeking over some mountains behind the town and a smile spread across your face. You quickly jumped out of bed to open your window to bring in some cool night air. It smelled fresh. You saw crows fly overhead and could see the lights from the rest of the village turning on as the night market began overflowing with people. You’ve been needing this relaxation for weeks, and finally, it was a weekend where you had time for it.
At your door, you heard Asra clear his throat. When you turned around, he had Faust wrapped around his bicep and the tarot cards were still in his hand.
“Need something?” you asked.
“Not really.” he said quietly.
“You look tired.” Your voice was softer than his.
Asra chuckled. “I am tired.”
“Then take a break. Please.”
Faust slid her way off of Asra’s arm and slid over to you. You picked her up and she wrapped herself around your wrist. “Break!” she said to Asra.
“There’s so much to do before the weekend is over though.” Asra sighed and leaned against the frame of your door.
“Like what?” you asked.
He thought for a minute. You assumed that he was going to try to make some excuse to keep himself busy. There were probably things he had to do over the weekend, but you also knew that Asra was the kind of guy who always felt the need to be productive.
You walked over to him and put your hand on his shoulder. “Asra, I'm serious, you need a break. Those eyebags don't look good on you.” You ran your thumb underneath his eye over the dark spots there.
He softened to your touch, leaning his cheek on your warm hand. “What if everything falls apart because of me?” he asked.
“I think you’re just making excuses.” you giggled.
He took your hand in his own and smiled softly at you. Faust, you noticed, had disappeared, but you didn't mind, especially when you just saw her curling up in a little cage you had made for her.
“Do you want some hot cocoa?” you asked Asra as he took a seat on your bed.
“That would be wonderful, y/n, thank you.”
You pressed a kiss to his forehead and pushed him so that he was laying down. “I'll be right back.” You winked.
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About Julian
In my post About Dorian I mentioned how people in the fandom typically reduce the M6 into one or two personality traits. I’ll be talking about Julian today and the fandom's treatment of him!
I'm going to try and keep this factual and not opinionated, nothing like “he should only be like this” and more like “this is what he is in game, but people show him like this”
It's gonna be a long post so if you don't want to get into the topic, or don't feel like reading something long then go ahead and scroll by! I don't mind!
And if you want to make this a civilized discussion then i don't mind talking and hearing others points out either!
So let's go!
Julian is a Doctor who went to Parka to learn medicine and got most of his experience on battle fields while he apprenticed under Nazali. He started up his own clinic in Vesuvia and ended up being hired by the palace to work on the red plague cure, eventually treating Lucio himself.
After the apprentice died he was stricken with grief, eventually he had an affair with Asra but it didn’t exactly last. He soon found a cure in the form of killing Lucio through sickly hallucinations of the hanged man.
Julian is a smart man, who often blames himself for things that were not his fault, even putting himself at risk with no evidence simply to save others or because he feels guilty. He loves people with his whole being and yet doesn't trust himself to be around them as he thinks he’ll hurt them with again no evidence.
So tell me why most of the Arcana fandom will portray him as, for lack of a better word, idiotic and whoreish.
I know Nyx Hydra poked fun at Julian a few times, mentioning that he likes to use leeches or make him kinky, but that is simply not his whole personality.
Yes, he can be flustered easily, and easy to arouse, and a masochist. But he is also lovey dovey, and soft and mushy and loves with his whole heart not just his dick.
And he literally went to school, i know its a big joke that he simply doesn't know what a medical school is but he literally went to one… and even if he didnt and there's no evidence of that he was at least mentored by Nazali who definitely did go to school.
Now again i'm not saying he can't be horny, oh on the contrary he is horny, for someone he loves, not just a stranger. And by all means he's not the smartest man in the world, he actively struggles to comprehend magic and the Arcana realms but that's because he is smart with science and medicine!
And yes you can write porn without plot with him, he doesn't have to show off his undying love in every single thing he's in. and yes you can make him marvel and question magic and still show his smarts in reality. He literally tries to use logic in the tower's realm and figures out that the realm is looped by testing out his hypothesis.
All I'm saying is that a lot of people reduce his character when he really is rich in personality, and hopefully this will help bring some light as to what his character might look like more fleshed out.
Another point I want to touch, is Julian as a background or side character. I’ve written a fanfic that was focused on my Mc, Asra, my friends Mc, and Julian. But my friends Mc and julian were supporting cast, so Julian wasn’t as fleshed out as Asra, but i didn’t reduce him to only horny or kinda dumb whenever he was “on screen” his traits just didn’t show as much as it would if he was a main character.
So what should we take away from this?
Well, Julian can be horny and isn't the smartest man in the world, but he is much more than that! He's loving and cares so much about the people close to him, he's smart and doesn’t know much about magic but is willing to try and figure it out with the knowledge he has. He gives his whole self to someone, his heart and body. And he does not need to constantly show these traits in depth especially if he's mostly a side character in someone's story.
Julian is a lovely character, and I would love to do an analysis of him after I re-do his route, but I think this is good enough for now.
Of course you can all do what you'd like with him, but when it becomes prevalent that the fandom is mostly thinking of him in a reduced state it becomes a little saddening, and it's good to remind ourselves that he's not all horny and unknowing!
Feel free to give your reasoning for making him more horny, since i’ll be honest i don't think as many people think they’re dumbing him down. If anything I think Lucio might be dumbed down more, but I definitely notice the dumbing down of Julian too.
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(Once Bitten) Twice Shy
Sneak Peak
Plot summary : Desperate to get away from your controlling family, you take a job in New York as a wealthy vampire's blood source. A million dollars awaits if you can make it through a year, but life with Billy Russo is not going to be as simple as you think.
Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader
Story Rating : R
Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] This whole story will deal with dark and smutty themes, as well as obvious mentions of blood.
A/N : Yes, this one is going to be a vampire fic. I'm not sure what my posting schedule will look like yet, either a chapter a week or one a fortnight. I'm not tagging this post so you'll probably only see it if you follow me but, idk, if you want tagging once I start posting the fic, let me know? I've been reading some gothic literature lately (Picture of Dorian Gray and Jane Eyre) so that's going to influence this. It's going to be a dark fic, but it's not going to stray into dead dove territory. The first chapter will be up on Friday. Anyway, here's a little sneak peak.
It was official; you'd lost your fucking mind.
You’d been standing outside the building for five minutes now, the paperwork tucked in your coat pocket feeling heavier by the second. Were you sure that you wanted to do this? Could you really give up a year of your life to serve a vampire?
What other choice did you have?
A lithe and pale figure watched from behind the tinted, UV proof glass while you changed your mind a dozen times over. After a few more minutes, the sun finally disappeared into the New York skyline, plunging the street into shadow.
The door opened.
The figure called your name, and you stepped forward, almost mesmerised by the lilting, lyrical tone of her voice. You shook your head a little, trying to keep your wits about you.
You took in the sight of her as she held open the door; taller than you with a willowy figure, long white hair down to her hips, and eyes of pale blue that seemed to look right through you. You’d seen enough vampires to tell one by sight.
Your small suitcase was clutched in your hand, the few possessions that meant anything to you had been hastily packed before you’d headed to New York, and now felt like all you had left in the world. She glanced at the suitcase with disdain, but said nothing.
“Do you have the paperwork?” She asked, the soft but icy sound of her voice sending a shiver up your spine. You nodded and she held out her hand expectantly, waiting while you fished the folded mess of documents from your coat. She gave the contract a cursory glance, making sure you’d signed every dotted line, before; “good. And are you sure you understand everything that this position entails and what will be required of you?”
You nodded again.
“Speak up,” she prompted. “This is your last chance to ask questions.”
Despite the impatience on her face, you took a moment. Only minutes ago you’d had at least half a dozen questions about the job and the mysterious vampire who had hired you.
“What happened to the last person who took this job?” Her eyebrow rose, obviously not expecting that question. “The contract is for a year, but I’ve seen this job advertised three times in the last ten months.”
“There are a lot of people who mistakenly believe that they can do what is required of them. Many have come to work for Mr Russo, and many have disappointed him,” she shrugged.
“What happened to them?”
“The same thing that will happen to you if you breach your contract; immediate dismissal with no severance,” she explained, slowly starting to step towards the elevator. “During your time here, everything will be provided for you and you will only be paid once your term of service is completed.”
“A million dollars,” even though that was the amount in black and white on the contract, it still didn’t seem real to you.
“Yes,” she pressed the call button, putting an obvious timer on this conversation. “Like I said, this is your last chance to ask questions. Once I take you upstairs, your contract will officially begin, and you will forfeit the agreed upon rights.”
You swallowed the lump that had risen in your throat and nodded, knowing you had no choice. You needed the money and a year wasn’t that long if you really thought about it.
The elevator doors slid open and you took one last deep breath before stepping inside.
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WIP Wednesday
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Where CANON and FANON collide!
Season 7 FANON Speculation
I wasn’t tagged by anyone but I wanted to share two snippets from Chapter 5 of my multi-chapter fic titled “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”
The closer I get to completing chapter 5, the more excited I get because things are getting even more angsty than they already were for Buck and Eddie. My goal is to finish this chapter and edit it soon, so hopefully, I’ll be able to post it by the end of the week.
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Here are two snippets from chapter 5 because Eddie’s still in El Paso and Buck just arrived in Hershey.
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Eddie
“Like you said Eddie, it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other. I almost didn’t recognize you yesterday but I knew it was you after I heard your voice. What have you been up to? Do you still live in El Paso?”
Eddie shakes his head no and echoes his answer. “No, I live in Los Angeles.”
“Really, you live in L.A.?”
“Yeah. I’ve been there for almost six years now.”
“I guess that old saying about time flies is true then, huh?”
Eddie nods.
Dorian looks at him then asks, “What do you do in L.A.? For a living I mean.”
“I’m a firefighter and a medic with the LAFD. And you, what do you do?”
“I’m a real estate broker and I dabble in investments, mostly Cryptocurrency as a hobby but I also own a couple of stocks listed on the S&P 500.”
“Ok, that’s interesting.”
“Yeah, it is. I never thought I’d end up in real estate but El Paso is growing and for the last 10 years, the population has surged tremendously. There’s a new subdivision not too far from here that my firm was hired to handle all the sales for. It’s called “New Beginnings”.”
“Really?” Eddie asks as his eyebrows go up because that’s the same subdivision where he looked at an open house last week.
“Yeah, it keeps me busy.” Dorian takes a sip of his water. “After two years of non-stop work, I finally decided to take some time off so I could spend time with my kids.”
Eddie chuckles and says, “This is my first vacation ever. I mean I’ve taken time off work before but it was for doctor’s appointments for me or my son but this is my first time taking more than one or two days off at one time”.
Will Eddie make the decision to move back to El Paso after he has dinner with an old friend from high school?
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Buck
Buck finds and empty barstool, he sits and after a few seconds, the bartender asks, “What can I get for you?”
“Uh… vodka on the rocks.”
The bartender nods and within 2 minutes, a glass with his preferred drink is sitting in front of him. He throws it back and motions for another. After his third round, someone sits down next to him on the barstool to his right that was recently vacated but he doesn’t look over at them.
He can feel their eyes looking at him but he doesn’t look over until he hears, “Evan Buckley.”
He pulls back because he recognizes the voice but he’s hoping it’s not the person he thinks it is. He turns his head and it’s him, Jared Persons, the quarterback of his college football team.
He plasters on a fake smile and says, “Jared?”
“Yeah man, it’s me.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Well, I don’t live too far from here and I come to this restaurant sometimes to sit at the bar, drink a few shots and let off some steam.”
After he looks Buck up and down, he continues. “But I think the real question is… what are you doing here because last I heard, you left Hershey several years ago?”
“Um… I’m only here for one day and then I—I’ll be gone.”
Buck watches as Jared looks him up and down again with parted lips and a sparkle in his light green eyes like he wants to devour him. He’s not naïve and he remembers everything they did one night after one of their big wins but he wonders if he should turn into Buck 1.0 again if only for one night. He considers just doing it to relieve some of the stress he’s feeling before he has to face his parents tomorrow.
He thinks Jared can tell he’s remembering the night they spent together when he leans in close to speak into Buck’s ear.
Jared whispers, “There’s a hotel across the street and if you want… we could, you know for old times’ sake. One roll in bed while you’re here for one night, one day or whatever.”
Buck moves to the left, then he interrupts him. “I’m good Jared. It was nice seeing you again.”
Will Buck accept the proposition made by one of his old college football teammates?
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Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it. But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.
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Chapter Summaries
Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.
Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.
Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.
Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.
Chapter 5 - Will be posted soon.
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I’m enjoying writing this fic because it’s giving me the chance to unravel the mess that was 6x18 for Buck, Eddie and Chris. Also, it’s taking them places the show refuses to go including Buck being put on Paid Administrative Leave from the 118 due to Taylor Kelly’s book being released along with Eddie doing a self-evaluation journey which currently includes him trying to decide if he should move back to El Paso.
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Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading
Read chapters 1, 2, 3 & 4 on AO3.
No pressure tagging: @spotsandsocks and @shortsighted-owl.
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Q I need to hear you dump about all these musicals you like i am SO INTERESTED .
GRAHH the secret to my interest in musicals is: if it had a Korean production I probably like it /hj
Ok okokokokok I’mma try and summarize some of my current favs (i say current cause it’s always changing) feel free to ask me to elaborate on any of em
Also it’s beneath a readmore
Dorian Gray <- has been my interest for over a year now. Largely follows the plot of the book but what if Henry had the best character arc of the main three aka he goes from a silly little guy of an asshole to an asshole who regret his spaghet
Mozart l’Opera Rock <- follow the life and shenanigans of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart being the silliest queer man alive. Also Antonio Salieri has a lowkey mental breakdown about being gay for Mozart but that’s besides the point.
Swag Age: Shout Out, Joseon <- a story about a little guy named Hong Dan and his fight to be a silly little guy who does poetry in a country where poetry has been banned. A very very good rollercoaster of emotions
Frankenstein <- Not Frankenstein: A New Musical, but a Korean original. Does Not follow the book but has some highlights like Victor and Henry being Definitely gay for each other, Henry getting beheaded and turned into the Creature, the Creature being forced to fight in a fight ring under the most toxic queer couple to ever be in love(?), and Victor constantly referring to the Creature as Henry cause he can Not let his love die literally or figuratively
Pirates <- Follow Louis as he chronicles the Golden Age of Pirates alongside Captain Calico Jack, Anne Bonny, and Mary Reed. Also Anne and Mary are very in love (one of the songs is literally Love At First Sight) and Jack is smitten with Anne. Louis is Jack’s bestie and in some ways protege. Genderless cast aka both men and women are hired for the same roles, but the roles are always cast with the same gender pairs therefore it is always gay (so the guys play together and the girls play together but not across lines)
Mama, Don’t Cry <- uhm geeky little guy named V wants to be a vampire so he can get married to the love of his life so he travels back in time to get turned by Count Dracula. Count Dracula and V are a little gay for each other, V gets turned, V doesn’t get the girl, Dracula’s in drag, they end up possibly (definitely) in gay love forever and always 👍
Black Mary Poppins <- a tragic tale of four orphans, now adults, looking into the case of their Nanny Mary Smith and the lost memories of their childhood.
Diaghilev/Nijinsky <- two musicals detailing the lives of Sergei Diaghilev, Vaslav Nijinsky, and the rise and fall of the Ballet Russes. Gay and tragic and makes me wanna bite them /pos
Honorable mentions: Wild Grey (the Oscar Wilde musical), Western Story (cowboys but everyone’s lying), Brothers Karamazov (a condensed form of the series by Fyodor Dostoyevsky), Next to Normal (Mental health issues are hard), Salieri (what if Antonio Salieri had his own musical?), Mozart! Das Musical (Mozart’s life story again but make it focus on his times with Coloredo), Elisabeth (Queen Elisabeth of Austria-Hungary’s life as told by her assassin), Death Note (Death Note), Kinky Boots (Drag Queens lfgggggg)
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WIP Time
Chapter 3: Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
A lot was on the agenda today: rehersals, picking up dresses and shoes, getting hair and makeup done for tonight. Those could all wait until Monochrome was finished paying a visit to another friend of Helene and Felix's, one Mr. Roald van der Woodsen. Mona likened him to Dorian Grey--ungodly handsome on the outside, but horrifically ugly on the inside.
Law may have been his profession, but making passes at Mona, and just about any other attractive younger woman, was his passion. Roald's wandering eye found itself on Mona too many times for her liking. She avoided being alone with him and forbid him from ever touching her. The man was old enough to be her father making her more digusted by him.
Stealing from him was payback for everytime he settled his perverted eyes on her. Roald had plenty of magnificent paintings that'd look better in the homes of others or herself.
And this time, she had help.
Pushing open the doors to his sitting room, Monochrome snapped her fingers as two henchmen, Tint and Shade, appeared at her side. The pair released the robots to carefully take the original artworks out the frame and replaced them with black and white replicas.
"Get these outside to Neutral. Don't let van der Woodsen see you," Monochrome ordered.
"What about you?" Shade asked.
Monochrome gave them a wicked grin under her mask. "I'm going to pay him a personal visit."
Creeping her way through the manor to his office, careful not to make any noise, she found her way to his bedroom. Her steps slowed the closer she got.
Light poured out the crack to let Monochrome looked inside. Sure enough there was van der Woodsen and a young woman in his bed. Have mercy on that poor lady. Before she could strike, she heard the lawyer say something.
"I tried to hire some of his men, but he just laughed at me!"
Monochrome narrowed her eyes as she listened in. Pressing a button on her helmet, the conversation was recorded. Could this have to do with Francis's death?
"There's nothing to worry about, Helene. Everything's said and done now. Sad to see the boy go. Business is business though."
Balling her fist, Monochrome made her escape out a nearby window. Revenge would have to wait. For now, she needed answers to questions.
Mona looked at herself in the mirror. Dressed in an elegant white gown, this would be her first public appearance since Francis's death. While unsure if this was the way to go about it, she needed the money. Moreso now that a baby was coming.
"You look beautiful, madame." Salome stared in awe of her mistress.
"Thank you, Salome." Mona reached for one of her many purses to pull out a stack of cash. Then, she placed it in Salome's hand and closed it. "You can take the next month off. I know you've been wanting to visit your family again."
Salome's eyes widened. "Madame, I-"
"You've been at my service since you were 18. Relax and return to your family." Mona saw her younger self in the maid--a young woman trying to get by in the world.
Tears welled in Salome's eyes as she nodded. She walked to the door, stopping to face Mona one last time. "Thank you, mistress; and good luck."
Mr. Calhoun's estate was nothing short of amazing, packed, lively. Guests greeted her with bright smiles, handshakes, and even some kisses. Halle and Mamie soaked up every bit of attention they got, flirting with the sons of a few guests.
Mona searched around for the host. She didn't forget to bring her contraband. Art theft was just like traditional art. Getting buyers was the hardest part; even more if it was stolen. Hopefully selling them to Calhoun and his associates would bring in a profit or at least some money.
"Thirsty, Mrs. Beauvais?"
Mona mindlessly took the drink from the offering hand, thinking it was a server. "Mèsi."
"You, uh, told me you got some things you wanted to show me."
Mona's eyes widened realizing that Calhoun gave her the drink. Curse her for being so unaware! That was no way to treat host nor potential client. "My apologies! I was looking for you everywhere!"
Mona led him out a back door to where her car--which contained the stolen art--was. Calhoun called a few of his men to come and take the goods inside so he could look at them. He then handed her a large stack of money.
"What's this for?" Confused, but not complaining.
"You kept your word. I respect that." Putting an arm around her, he walked her back inside. They walked into the room where his associates waited. Mona did her best to hide nervousness. These weren't record executives or curators, these were crime bosses. Never did she think she'd be making deals, and money, with them.
Calhoun did most of the talking.
"Gentlemen, this is Mona Lisa Beauvais. She's got some stuff she wants to sell ya and myself. Can't hold her for too long, though, she's here to perform for my wife."
With the snap of his fingers, his men brought in the stuff. The bosses looked over each artpiece with keen detail. Some scratched their chins estimating the values of each in their head.
Twisting a bracelet, Mona waited in nervous patience.
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Favourite DA:O Side quest?
"Something Wicked" (it is the only side quest I remember really.)
Favourite DA:O Main Quest?
"Broken Tower" (I do like it and even the Fade part, compared to Redcliffe, the Deep Roads or the Dalish)
Favourite Personal Quest?
"A Golem's Memory" (more a DLC Quest but I love Shale's Personal quest)
Favourite DA:Companion?
Zevran (no explanation needed)
Favourite DA:O Minor Character?
Bann Teagan (the Inquistion Version is his evil twin, I refuse to acknowledge that this man is Teagan)
Favourite DA:O Location?
Denerim
Favourite DA:O Banter?
Zevran: So, err...is it Lord Loghain?
Loghain: I am no longer a teyrn, nor even a knight. Address me without a title, as you would any other Grey Warden.
Zevran: So just Loghain, then.
Loghain: Correct. What's on your mind?
Zevran: You know who I am, yes? I was one of the Crows you hired to kill the Grey Wardens.
Loghain: I thought you looked familiar.
Zevran: Well, I just wanted to report that I failed my mission, Loghain.
Loghain: You don't say.
Zevran: I'm terribly broken up over it.
Loghain: Hmm. Well thank you kindly for informing me.
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Favourite DA2 side quest?
Night Terrors (i know everyone betrays you to a degree aside Anders)
Favourite DA2 Main quest?
Demands of the Qun ( Just love it but being called Basalit An by the Arishok is just perfect)
Favourite DA2 Personal Quest?
No Rest For The Wicked (Isabel's Personal quest in Act3)
Favourite DA2 Companion
Anders
Favourite DA2 minor character?
The Arishok
Favourite DA2 Location?
Don't really have one
Favourite DA2 Banter?
Anders: Boiling in oil.
Varric: Too prosaic. Trapped in a cave with hungry bears, right at the spring thaw.
Anders: That lets him off too easy. Dipped in molten gold and left as a statue in the Viscount's Keep.
Varric: Ooh. That's poetic!
Hawke: What are you two talking about?
Varric: What to do to Bartrand when I find him.
Anders: Any suggestions?
Favourite DA:I side quest?
Any side quest can't really remember them that much.
Favourite DA:I main quest?
In your heart shall burn ( first of Corypheus and second Cullen's far sighted Vision of seeing Samson on the hill a few miles away)
Favourite DA:I Personal quest?
Last Resort of Good Men
Favourite DA:I companion?
Dorian
Favourite DA:I location?
Western Approach
Favourite DA:I minor character?
Imshael
Favourite DA:I Banter?
Blackwall: Corypheus. One of yours, isn't he?
Dorian: One of mine? Like a pet? Like a giant darkspawn hamster with aspirations of godhood?
Dorian: 'Dorian, why can't you look after your little friends? Corypheus peed on the carpet again!'
Dorian: In this analogy, the carpet is Haven.
Blackwall: Is he or is he not a Tevinter Magister?
Dorian: Meaning 'the source of everything bad and evil in the world'? They are the same, yes?
Blackwall: Certainly feels that way at times
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Nobody Ends Up Dead in a Bathtub, Everyone Keeps Their Organs: Chapter 23
Summary: Alex is an ordinary, highly-introverted office worker. He clocks in and out and goes home to his little apartment he shares with his younger sister. He hasn’t dated in years by the time his co-workers set him up on a blind date.
The only issue is he and his date are not on the same page. At all.
While Alex thinks it’s a normal date, Damián is under the impression Alex is a client who paid to be there. No-so-quickly, they realize something is up. It’s all a prank. Damián is a sex worker Alex’s co-workers hired as a sick joke.
After reassuring that they’re both okay, Alex decides he wants revenge for both him and Damián. The plan is to use the stigma of sex work and start a 6-week, scandalous fake dating scheme with a big finale at the office Halloween party. Alex’s co-workers will be too horrified to try to prank him again. At least, that’s the plan.
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“You’re positive Eve won’t show back up?”
“Positive.”
Alex locked the door behind him. In movies, he had always seen couples throwing clothes off of each other as soon as they got inside. But he and Damián had to behave in the car and in the elevator and down the hallway. Their momentum had been stalled.
Damián took the chance to remove his boots. Alex did the same. It was very un-sexy. The mood was failing.
“What now?” he asked.
Damián tugged at Alex’s shirt. “We do the very, very sexy act of talking.”
Alex didn’t want to talk. He wanted to kiss Damián again and strip him down and, well, fuck him. Or figure out how to fuck him.
“We should set boundaries, okay? What’s a good safe word?” Damián asked. “I don’t know what you say during sex, and we need to know for sure when we need to stop. I’d rather be too cautious than hurt you.”
Alex had heard of safe words before. They were mentioned in the articles he had read but only for BDSM sex. He looked around the apartment, whipping his head around in desperation. Were safe words supposed to kill the mood?
“Uh.” He spotted Eve’s copy of collected Oscar Wilde works on the bookshelf. “Dorian Gray?”
“Ooh. That’s best one I’ve heard in a long time.”
“How many have you heard?”
“One for every client. So, a lot. Too many to count.”
Multiples times a week. Every week for years.
Alex’s stomach flipped. He didn’t know what he was doing, and Damián would immediately be able to tell. It would be like incorrectly pointing out the Big Dipper in the sky to a NASA scientist.
“I say we keep this very vanilla and very tame,” Damián said. He pressed his hips against Alex’s. “Does that sound good?”
“Yes.”
Alex would take anything. He had never been so desperate in his entire life.
“And after this, I’ll walk you through all the testing and stuff you should really schedule.”
“Testing?”
“STD tests. I can give you the whole spiel about how you should get tested after every new partner, but let’s save that for later.” Damián squeezed Alex’s arm. “If you don’t want to go through with this—“
“No! I do! I just never thought about that. And I don’t want you to think that I think that you have—I never gave it much thought.”
In the fantasy of sex, Alex had never thought about the responsibility of it. Testing, talking, safe words for vanilla sex. It had never occurred to him.
“Consider me your sex ed teacher from here on out. A good one who knows all about PrEP and proper testing. And one who literally just got test results today. Negative, by the way. All of them.”
Damián kissed him again and again and again. And somehow, they managed to walk to Alex’s bedroom, tugging at each other’s clothes.
“Lay down,” Damián said, guiding Alex to his bed. “Let me take care of you.”
He pulled Alex’s shirt off and then his own. Alex wiggled out of jeans, favoring speed over sexiness. Finally, they were stripped down, and Alex was staring at Damián. All of Damián. He was just as gorgeous naked as he was dressed.
Damián dug around in his front jeans pockets before throwing them across the room. Plastic crinkled as Damián ripped open two condoms. He slid them on both of them like an expert, letting his hands linger on their bodies.
So Damián had shown up prepared. He knew what he was doing. Of course, he would have shown up with lubricated condoms.
“Did you plan this?” Alex asked.
“Plan the sex?” Damián brushed a lock of Alex’s hair off his forehead. “I mean, I prepared for it. Just in case. I was going to wait for you to initiate it.”
And it was all too much.
Alex had no idea what he was doing. He was aching to touch Damián, but he didn’t know where to start. There was nothing more humiliating than just laying there, frozen, while Damián was trying to take the next step.
All of a sudden, he was overwhelmed. It was the stimulation from the club and the anxiety and the fear of disappointing Damián, chasing him away forever.
Alex pressed his hands to his eyes. He didn’t want Damián to see him cry. But thinking about how embarrassed he was only made his face burn hotter and tears push themselves down the sides of his face.
“Alex? Hey.”
Damián pulled Alex’s hands away and held them between his own. Alex blinked until he could almost clearly see Damián’s face. It was gentle. Concerned.
“What’s wrong?” Damián asked.
“I’m sorry.”
“No. No. Don’t be sorry. Do you want to tell me what’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”
“No. I don’t want to stop. I’m just—I’m really mortified.”
“Why?”
“I’ve never done this before.”
“Done what?”
Alex made the most pathetic whining sound. “I’ve never had sex before.”
Damián smiled. He brushed his knuckles against Alex’s cheeks, wiping his tears away. “That’s okay.”
“Is it? I’m 33.”
“So?”
“So, I’m too old to be a virgin.”
“There is no such thing as being too old to be a virgin. Listen, I’ve been with a lot of people of a lot of different ages who have never had sex before. The world has never ended because people didn’t have sex before they were—whatever. 18? 20? What’s the age people are supposed to have sex by? It doesn’t matter. It’s a dumb societal standard. What’s important is you do it when you’re ready.”
“But you’ve done it a hundred times.”
“Well. Yes. But it’s my job.”
Alex took a deep breath. “But you have more experience. That’s what I’m trying to say.”
“I have experience in helping people relax and have sex for the first time. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“There we go.”
“You don’t care?”
“No. I don’t.” Damián wiped away the last of his tears. “I want you to be comfortable with this. I don’t want you to do anything only because you think you need to.”
Alex felt a little relief. It wasn’t about the sex anymore. Alex had never been taken care of so well. The last time someone dried his tears, he was six. He had fallen in the park and skinned his knee. His mother had cleaned him up, scrubbed his face with a thin tissue, and his father had patted him on the shoulder and told him big boys didn’t cry over little things. He had said it smiling, trying to make Alex believe he was stronger than he thought.
“Here, let me turn on some music. Can I connect to this?”
Damián picked up the small speaker on Alex’s nightstand. He fumbled with it and his phone for a few seconds and soft, lyric-less music began playing. Alex had no idea what it was, but it was nice. Slow, soft.
“If it makes you feel any better, it’s been a while since I’ve done this,” Damián said.
“What? Had sex?”
“Non-work-related sex, yeah.”
“Is it any different?”
“Yeah. For me, at least.” Damián laid his hand on Alex’s chest. “Why don’t we get to know each other a little bit. Are you feeling better?”
Alex nodded, honored that Damián wasn’t freaked out. Crying before sex had to have been one of the most embarrassing things a person could do, and Damián had just brushed it off.
Damián picked up Alex’s hand and laid it on his own chest. There was muscle, though not a lot. Damián was more slim than toned. Up close, Alex could see that now. There has always been an illusion that he had nice muscles under his clothes.
Alex trailed his hand down, past Damián’s hip, and to his thigh.
Damián put his hands on Alex’s cheeks. For a disgustingly sappy moment, they looked into each other’s eyes. And Alex could only think about how kind Damián was.
“Are you ready?” Damián whispered, almost like he was afraid of startling Alex.
“Yeah.”
“Tell me if you need to stop.” Damián began kissing him again. “I’ll be gentle with you, okay? I’ll take it slow.”
“Okay.”
Damián slid down from Alex’s hips to his legs.
His kissing trailed from Alex’s lips to his jaw and down to his chest. It was like Alex was suddenly given a million new nerve endings. He had no idea that someone’s lips pressed to his sternum would make him feel like every cell in his body was on fire.
“Fuck,” he moaned, not even bothered by how cringe-inducing he would think it was later.
Damián kissed him one last time before sitting up and re-positioning his body.
He slid Alex inside him.
And Alex had thought kissing felt good.
It didn’t last long. It wasn’t like in movies where everything happened slow and sensually, perfectly timed with quick breathing.
Alex was so pent up, it ended fairly quickly.
One moment, his heart was racing and his hands were reaching out to grab Damián’s hair and the bedsheets. All of his senses were exploding.
The next, his breath was caught in his chest. His fingers curled tight around Damián’s hair, and he hoped he didn’t hurt Damián when he pulled his fist. He wanted to arch his back, but Damián was still firmly planted on his hips.
“Fuck,” he said. Not a moan this time but a breathy statement.
Damián had one hand planted on Alex and the other around himself. His eyes were closed. His breathing was heavy until he gasped and dragged his nails across Alex’s hips.
He collapsed next to Alex.
“Oh my god,” he said.
“Was that too quick?” Alex asked.
“No. No. No.” Damián raised himself up and kissed Alex on the cheek. Their faces were drenched in sweat. “It was perfect.”
Laying there, the effects wearing off, Alex was starting to settle into disbelief. He had just had sex—short sex, very vanilla sex—with Damián. And Damián said it was perfect.
It couldn’t have been perfect.
But Damián kissed him again and was still touching him, his hand over Alex’s soft middle. Maybe finishing quickly wasn’t as awful as everyone made it out to be. Maybe it had been good for Damián.
And for Alex. He had never been so close to someone. Physically, of course. But emotionally as well. He knew that sex would have to be a vulnerable thing. There was so much to it—getting undressed, laying out for someone. But he didn’t expect himself to weep.
“I’m sorry I cried,” Alex said.
“It’s okay. You’re in-touch with your emotions. I think it’s sweet.”
“You really think that?”
“Yes.”
Damián began cleaning them up. He cleaned up Alex first and then himself and re-arranged the bedsheets.
He returned to the bed and pressed close to Alex’s side.
“If you want to know, this is so much better than some guy giving me a friction burn and then leaving me half-hard,” Damián said.
Alex huffed out a little laugh. “That happens?”
“Yes! All the time. And it’s not terrible, but I’m also like. Okay. You could have bought yourself a toy for cheaper. I’m too expensive to be used as a dildo.”
“Ew.”
“Toys are fine, Alex.”
“No, I mean. Ew. People use you as a dildo. That’s not nice.”
“It’s not, but—” Damián sighed. “Sometimes people aren’t nice to sex workers. Shocking, I know. But look at your co-workers. They set you up on a date with a sex worker as a prank. There’s levels to that.”
“I know.”
“But, hey, at least you were so incredibly naive and kind that night.”
“Naive?”
“We got all the way to the hotel room before you realized what was happening.”
“I just thought you were from out of town.”
Damián laughed. He laid his arm across Alex’s chest. It was warm and heavy, and Alex loved it.
“Do you want to stay the night?” Alex asked. He figured it was polite to ask, and he hoped that Damián would say yes.
“If you don’t mind.”
Damián’s eyes were closing. He must have been exhausted. Alex rolled onto his side so that he was facing him.
“Want me to turn off the light?”
“If you’re ready to go to sleep.” Damián rubbed his eyes. “I’m sorry I’m already falling asleep.”
The adrenaline had worn off. Alex was feeling drowsy. Drowsy and calm and perfectly willing to fall asleep in Damián’s arms.
He turned off his bedside light. In the dark, there was a rustling of sheets. Damián’s hand found his waist, and he pulled Alex close.
“Goodnight,” Alex whispered.
Damián didn’t say anything back. All Alex could hear was quiet, heavy breathing. It all felt right. Alex pulled the sheets over the both of them and closed his eyes. His mind totally chill for the first time in a long time and his body was comfortable and warm, he fell asleep.
#nobody ends up dead#writeblr#writblr#original writing#writing community#queer fiction#writing#original work
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Ah! Tagged by @dandenbo - many thanks! Let's see, rules:
Post the first sentences of the last ten fics you wrote; if you do not have ten, pick as many firsts as you can!
Tagging...@theoriginalladya (I know you've already been tagged but I also know you have way more than 10 ;) ), @urdnotflexthejedibard @illusivesoul @bluerose5 and uhhh whoever else hasn't been tagged yet and wants to join! No pressure as always!
So I just grabbed the ten most recent:
Stories From Haven (M, Lavellan x Dorian, DAI)
Considering the reputation Haven had, Dorian was expecting something a bit more…reverent.
Respite (T, Lavellan x Dorian, DAI, not my Lavellan)
Words blurred before his eyes, slipping out of focus into a hodge-podge of so much chicken scratch, unintelligible and difficult to track.
Starting Fires (E, m!V x Kerry, Cyberpunk: 2077)
In all her 80-odd years of life, Rogue had come to expect a certain level of…unusual, in the circumstances that sprang up around her.
In Passing (M, Angel, background m!V x Kerry, Cyberpunk: 2077)
It wasn't like he never saw the stranger again.
The Odd Trio (M, m!shepclone x Major Coats; m!shepclone & EDI, m!shepclone & Joker, EDI x Joker, ME)
In the end, he blamed the boxes.
Stealing for Spite (M, m!V x Kerry, Cyberpunk: 2077)
"There a reason you couldn't hire some movers, babe?"
Chasing Storms (M, m!V x Kerry, Cyberpunk: 2077)
Kerry trudged along the line of neatly parked cars, blinking blearily over a cup of coffee.
Bittersweet Symphonies (E, m!V x Kerry, Cyberpunk: 2077)
It was a feeling that hit all too often these days, creeping up and bowling him over when he least expected it.
Where I Want to Be (E, m!Captain x Maximillian deSoto, The Outer Worlds)
"Y'know, Max, I'm starting to think maybe you were a little…jealous."
Something Beautiful (T, Lavellan x Dorian, DAI)
It was snowing again when Dorian left the warmth of the library.
#my writing#tag meme#writing meme#Quintas Lavellan#Gaelin Lavellan#Vincent Aiello#Shawn Shepard#Major Leigh Coats#Ezra Hawthorne
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I need help finding a fanfic I read a while back- I've been trying to find it again with no luck... Please help me 😭
It's an Assassin's Creed fanfic, Arno Dorian x reader.
So the reader is the fiance and singer at Cafè Theatre who is also sick (mentions all that at the end), Arno decides to hire a replacement singer who turns out to be a snobby and spoiled woman. So, while Arno is away, this woman terrorizes the workers and friends (I think the reader as well), brags and lies to her friends and father that she is engaged to Arno. She kept this up until she decides to call herself the “Future Madame Dorian” in front of the chiefs as she was demanding free food for herself and her friends. The chiefs laugh at her and say something like: “We already have a Madame” or “You’re not the madame, [reader’s name] is.” and then both the Reader come down the stairs cause they hear the commotion in the kitchen. Reacting like: 🤨 “What's going on here? I came to check what's going on, the noise is giving me a headache.” Then when the woman starts to belittle the reader, Arno just so happens to come home and be like: 🤨 “I’m actually courting [reader’s name]and you're fired for your poor behavior towards my friends, staff, and finance.”
Sorry if my summary is terrible- but that's all I remember from the story. I just wanna reread it again 😭🚶🏾♀️
#please help me#assassins creed x reader#assassin’s creed imagines#assassins creed#arno dorian#assassins creed unity#arno dorian x reader#assassin’s creed arno dorian
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ToG Read-A-Long, Kingdom of Ash, day 4
Lots of FEELINGS this time. I’m struggling with reading. It’s a lot, guys, bear with me!
Ch 25
Losing my mind. Can we hurry with this rescue!
Ch 26
Yeahhhhh Fenrys! Disobey!!!
Ch 27
Fenrys :(
Aelin got away - but is he gonna make it?
Ch 28
Ok like FOR THIS ENTIRE BOOK all I have wanted is for them to get her back, and she finally found her way to them! But the reunion isn’t what I wanted because Fenrys is still in deep shit.
I’ve got a lot of feelings right now and I can’t handle it, ok? go save him, Rowan
Ch 29
Listen I’m not saying Cairn doesn’t deserve to be paid back for the torture Aelin endured - but I don’t wanna read about it, reading about torture makes me real upset.
Ch 30
This shit is so heartbreaking. Even in rescue. Even with all of her friends around her, she’s still suffering. It’s not fair.
I should be thriving the moment the locks are undone and she is finally free to use her fire again, but it’s such a sorrowful feeling in my heart. I hate this, I have too many feelings, and I hate this.
Ch 31
"Welcome to the court, pup," he said, his voice thick.
Awwwwwwwww Fenrys, you got a new blood oath!!!!
These um, these Little Folk are super creepy to me. Very mysterious, spooky vibes, to have them leading the group through a forest by sneaking around rocks and trees.
Oh Aelin. Are you gonna be ok, my love? I need you to be ok, please.
Ch 32
Who does Dorian want to become? Someone with green eyes. Didn’t Sorscha have green eyes? I don’t think her hair was blonde, though. The only blonde people I can think of are Aelin and Aedion. Is he just making it up, is he just inventing a person, so he can be someone else?
Ch 33
I think this scene between Dorian and Kaltain is too much, man. Really puts the knife in and twists it, ya know? Like remember? Remember how we were all so young, so innocent, and we used to care about the silliest things, and nothing bad ever happened? Remember how you used to be a hunky prince, with a reputation for being a slut, and Kaltain used to be a snobbish, high-society lady, longing for your attention? Remember when you just wanted to annoy your dad, by hiring an assassin to be your champion in the contest? Remember when Chaol just wanted to protect you from her? Remember when you guys both wanted to date her - and it nearly broke your friendship? Remember when a princess from another kingdom showed up, and she was real, and she was good, and she knew that things were going to change, and she wasn’t afraid to face it head on - because she just wanted a better world for her people?
Yeah I remember
Ouch
Anyway Dorian became a bird
Manon saw it
Ch 34
This chapter’s pretty dark. Everyone’s depending on Aelin and she’s…. Fake.
I feel bad for Lysandra, she’s kind of carrying a lot, considering.
Hey - are things gonna be happy again soon!
I don’t know how much more of this I can take!
Everything is so grim and so painful!
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What’ve you been up to these days? ^_^
Quite literally, nothing.
Griffin is off on some adventure, so he’s not around really. I recently hired a butler and they’re doing a splendid job in assisting me with menial tasks.
I’ve got a cat now as well. A white Persian breed. She has a very long, soft, luxurious coat, and she loves being brushed! Her name is Lena.
Oh yes, and Dorian asked to come over and fuck. Again.
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The fact that they let Greg Ellis stick around for so long is insane. Like, it took him being a transphobic asshole for them to decide not to hire him again. Safe to say the revelation that they'll essentially be sanitizing the series further in DA4 by glossing over the darker aspects like racism and oppression dynamics doesn't give me a lot of hope for improvement. Oh well, I guess there's always Baldur's Gate 3 when it comes out, that is.
Yes, while most people are excited with da4 I'm anxious and filled with dread ( not a pun for Solas lol ) because i know there will be so many bullshit again and I worry they'll double down on 'ALL MaGeS BaD bEcaUsE TevInTer' and some uncritical people also conservative in the fandom will parroting that bullshit
Also I'm worried about elves
I'm worry about how Maevaris will be handled because she's trans
I'm worry about Dorian and Solas
The looming dragon age 4 gives me stress because I care a lot... Yeah was gonna try BG3 BUT ITS STILL NOT FINISH!!! HNNFDGHJJ
I think EA also have the responsibility behind DAI ( besides bioware) 'GrEy MorAlity' and toning down the dark stuff, to appeal to the god damn common masses.
( Skyrim influence much?)
EA was definitely responsible of keeping Ellis for so long ( according to Twitter a lot of people on the job doesn't like him) because they don't care, EA, Activision and so many others are the same souless morally bankrupt corpo
The problem is, hiding all those dark stuff ended up whitewashing oppressor and insulting the oppressed in the worst way possible. Very VERY anxious about da4
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#da4#mage rights#elven rights#bioware critical#anti ea#anti templar#anti chantry#anti circle#anti oppression
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Am i misremembering, or in Half up Front did the main characters (its been a While sorry i cant remember their names rn) mention being hired a while back to steal from the archon, which backfired and got one of them injured, by a *Pavus*?? Cuz if so, its obviously dorian who would have done so, and ive seen absolutely no one mention it
Yes, they refer to “the Pavus job”. I think they were hired by Dorian.
“But they keep that—I mean, it’s in the Archon’s palace. Remember the Pavus job?”
“Every time it’s cold.”
“How did they manage that?” she mused, her interest clearly piqued.
She looked at me levelly. “Pride. That Pavus job. The Archon’s palace beat you—and now you want a chance to try again. Make up for your mistakes. Because you can’t stand not being the best.”
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Viva Las Vengeance song-by-song ratings under the cut 😂
Final album rating: 2/10. The songs are cookie-cutter low-effort money-grabbing radio singles. A couple of them could be somewhat catchy but they have weird tempo changes that make them even harder to dance to. The lyrics suck. It ain’t good, folks. Trashing each song in turn under the cut!
Viva Las Vengeance: oh god not the pre-downloaded ringtone riff. Wow he’s really reaching for the rhymes here. What is this song about again? Someone tell him he’s not a good pianist. It’s the Disney channel visual effects for me. Final rating 3/10 was bad
Middle of a Breakup: this is literally the same song??? Not joking it sounds exactly the same, musically. These lyrics suck. Yeah that’s all I can say. These lyrics suck. The video is boring too. Final rating 1/10 blatant money grab
Don’t Let The Light Go Out: starting the music video with himself listening to his own song on the radio is tacky and bad. Ok so this is the song where he’s gonna try to be deep. Again with the Disney channel visual effects! God does every song have to be a “lol watch how high I can belt” it’s boring! why are all these songs about breakups isn’t this man married. Final rating 3/10 idc about this one
Local God: AGAIN WITH THE BORING ASS INTRO. Oh this is another “look at me I’m famous” song. Hate this get me out of here. I’d this man incapable of writing anything not in 4/4 Dorian? My knowledge of music production is so minimal and yet I can tell you this mixing sucks. Final rating 1/10 boring
Star Spangled Banner: oh god is this a patriotism song? Please tell me no. OH THIS IS BAAAAADDDDDDD LMAO. Home of the freaks ok mr capitalism. Ok one point to him for trying to do something jazz… esque? However points away from him because it is bad and doesn’t work. Ugh aGAIN with the high belting! We don’t care! God this comes off as “how do you do fellow alternative teens?” Final rating 1/10 terrible terrible
God Killed Rock and Roll: title sucks. This sounds like it’s out of a Glee episode I hate it. Oh this is bad. He wants to be Queen soooo bad and he’s falling soooo short lmao. Ok this is a little catchy. Still not great, the backing vocals add nothing. Aaaaaaand we’re back to half tempo. Make up your mind!!! It just sounds like you’ve got a bad drummer!! What exactly is the message of this song…? Wow this man thinks he did something with this. Final rating 3/10 could be worse but that doesn’t mean it’s good
Say It Louder: this is the first intro that’s been vaguely interesting, and by that I mean it sounds like someone else wrote it. This is boring. Ok at this point his belting just sounds so strained. He sounds like he’s barely breathing. It ain’t good. Final rating 2/10 snooze fest
Sugar Soaker: you know, I might have hope for this! The riff is catchy! Nope never mind. This went downhill fast. It’s still better than all the others so far. The buildup to the chorus takes me out of the moment. This song would be better with a different singer, someone less Broadway. Like if Joan Jett covered this it could be good. DO SOMETHING ELSE, ANYTHING ELSE WITH YOUR BACKING HARMONIES I BEG YOU I AM BORED TO DEATH. Final rating 4/10 the best so far but that’s like being the tallest leprachaun
Something About Maggie: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again the lyrics suck. The guitars are real boring. This sounds like any new panic at the disco song, I don’t care about it. WHAT is that ending?? 3/10 It could be worse but it could be a LOT better
Sad Clown: Mr. Urie hire a writer I’m begging you. You cannot write lyrics!!! What the hell is this music video? It’s like it’s trying to be ironic and classy at the same time but it’s failing at both and just comes off like a little kid’s dance recital, but less charming. “Even though I’m smiling I’m crying” wow so deep. He sounds like a goddamn cat, wailing like that. Final rating 1/10 I hate it
All By Yourself: Ryan Ross doesn’t think about you at all Mr. Urie, I guarantee you. Oh this is BAD bad… what exactly are you changing, Mr. Urie? What profound difference are you making in the world? I can’t even finish this one it’s so bad. Final rating 1/10 faker than a piñata.
Do It To Death: ok, this isn’t bad so far, whoop never mind! The old bait and switch! Sounds like if the characters in Cars 2 formed an amateur band. This is catchier than most of the other songs on the album, but it’s not catchy enough to warrant four and half minutes. The bridge is bad. Wow like really bad! He had to pull in a reference to another song to make this even less cohesive, wow! Final rating 4/10 mid.
This is a collection of some of the least memorable songs I’ve ever heard, I literally could not tell you what the music I listened to no more than ten minutes ago sounds like. Thoroughly unoriginal.
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Happy Friday! For DADWC, how about An uninvited tea party guest? Thank you!
Hi Noire, thank you for this prompt! I have taken the liberty of combining it with one requested by @melisusthewee, who asked for Sera & Thalia + "I Came, I Saw, I Left." My brain connected them in a delightful way, and I had to run with the idea.
This is a direct continuation of this (which, in turn, is a continuation of this). Angst everywhere.
For @dadrunkwriting
WC: 1201
CW: Discussion of major character death
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Thom reheats the pot of tea and foists a biscuit on Thalia — she is too thin these days, the grief wearing her down to nothing. She eats in tiny bites, breaking off bits with one hand, the crumbs multiplying on the table. Her prosthetic arm is unwieldy, stays stiffly at her side. He wants to inspect it, to see if the damn thing can be improved upon, but cannot think of a polite way to ask.
They settle into the realm of small talk. Not his choice, but now that she’s decided to stay he can’t risk upsetting her balance and sending her flying away from him again. Dorian is tearing up the Magisterium in Tevinter, apparently. Varric is still viscount of Kirkwall — that much Thom knew, being in the general vicinity. Josephine has found a paramour and might be getting married soon. Thalia was thinking of heading to Antiva after Markham to see her, if she could not find him. Thom secretly hopes the former ambassador will take her sweet time with the nuptials. He has no desire to let Thalia out of his sight again.
The conversation turns to him, and Thom tries his best to fill her in without making it sound like he’s boasting. Business is good, the company has flourished; it seems there are plenty of moneyed folk in want of mercenaries that adhere to a code. “Been in the employ of too many companies that will take any job for the right price, no matter the morality of it. Gives us all a bad name. People like knowing they’re hiring men who won’t turn tail as soon as there’s a higher offer.”
Thalia listens with her good hand propped up under her chin, blue eyes rapt with the attention she used to give him when she believed him to be a Grey Warden. Back then, he worried if she knew the truth, she would find even the most mundane details of his life inferior and abhorrent. It brings him great pride to see the opposite is true.
The morning wiles on, the rain beating relentlessly against the windows. They both lose track of time.
He has just coaxed her into taking another biscuit when there’s a great clatter at the front door. Thalia startles, snapping her gaze to the foyer. “Thom?”
He’s not wearing his sword, but he’s certain he locked the heavy front door. His home is in a secure section of the city, but one can never be too careful. “It’s all right,” he cautions her, “I’ll just go see—”
He has no time for more words. The door bursts open, and in stomps a blond elven woman, tartan dress soaked through and dripping, a scowl on her spritely face. “Oi, Beardy, you better be dead in here, or I swear to all possible gods, I’ll…”
She tracks muddy water to the head of the table, where she halts, gaze bouncing between Thom and Thalia. He recalls that he did give her a key.
“Hi, Sera,” Thalia says demurely.
Sera blinks once. “Fucking hell.” She turns on her heels and storms out the way she came.
“I see she’s as excited to see me as always,” Thalia quips.
Sighing, Thom stands. “Forgive me, I need to speak with her. One of my lieutenants must have sent her when I didn’t come in this morning.”
“She works for you now?” Thalia asks with a forced lightness.
“Freelance,” Thom says, because the full story will take longer than he has to catch up with her. “Wait here.”
He sprints after Sera into the dismal weather, boots splashing in the puddles pooling along the cobblestones. She’s easy to spot, a smear of bright red and yellow in an otherwise bleak landscape. “Sera! Sera, for Maker’s sake, will you wait a bloody minute and let me explain?”
She’s striding with purpose back toward company headquarters, and would otherwise not have slowed down if he hadn’t closed the distance between them and took hold of her shoulder. Sera whirls to face him, scowling.
“What’s she doing here?” Sera demands, pointing vaguely in the direction of Thalia.
“She came to visit an old friend. What’s the matter with that?”
“Ha,” Sera spits. “Old friend? Are you listening to yourself? What happened, did ol’ Commander Tight-Knickers stop doing it for her, and now she’s looking for a consolation prize?”
“Sera,” Thom says soberly, because otherwise she’ll go off on a colorful tangent about Thalia and her romantic choices, “the Commander is gone.”
Sera stares at him, confused. “What d’you mean? Where’d he go?”
“The afterlife, I presume.”
Sera lets out an abrupt, brash laugh. It only lasts for a few seconds, as she notices Thom does not join in. “Shite. You’re not kidding, are you?”
Thom shakes his head.
“Shite.” Sera swipes wet hair out of her eyes. “What— happened?”
Thom sighs. “You remember Templars and their lyrium dependency, yes?”
“Bloody…” Sera trails off, gritting her teeth. “I should’ve given him more cake.”
Thom decides he does not have time to parse that particular statement. “The point is, Thalia is distraught. I had to do something. Offer her some… comfort.”
Sera squints at him, pressing her lips together. “Don’t do it again, Beardy. Please.”
“Do what again?”
“You know.” She kicks at a cobblestone at their feet. “Was bad enough the first time, what she did to you. All that will-they-won’t-they, oooh, he loves me, he loves me not—” She sighs. “It killed you a little when she picked Golden Boy. I know it did.”
“That’s not how it went.” Thom sighs. In the old days of the Inquisition, his friendship with Sera deepened just as things with Thalia were falling apart. Sera and Thalia never had much in common, and clashed for their own reasons, which made it all the easier for Sera to blame Thalia for what happened between her and Thom. “She didn’t pick anyone. I drove her away, removed myself from the equation.”
“And now what? You want her back, don’t you?”
Thom can’t think of a way to deny it without lying.
“What makes you think it’ll be any different this time?” Sera asks.
“It will be,” he vows. “I can… make it right. You’ll see.”
Sera shakes her head. “She’s still Little Miss Stuck-Up, you know. Lady Whatever. One of them, Beardy.”
“I know. I know.” He and Sera never had so much in common as when they were mocking the aristocracy. It always stuck in her craw, that he might make an exception for Thalia. “She’s not like the others.”
“You always say that,” Sera says dubiously, “usually right before she proves herself to be exactly like them. She’ll get tired of slumming it.”
“I appreciate your concern,” Thom says lightly, “but I think only time will tell on that score.”
“Right.” She grimaces.
“Truce? Or are we going to continue arguing in this bleeding rainstorm until we catch our deaths?”
“Ugh, fine.” Sera throws her arms around him and engulfs him in a soggy hug. He returns it, patting her lightly on the back.
Into his shoulder, Sera says, “This doesn’t mean I’ll have to be nice to her, does it?”
“Sera…”
“Kidding!”
#blackwall x trevelyan#blackwall#sera#fics#blackwall & sera#i love their friendship#i'm sure this will be fine#and there will be no friction whatsoever#dragon age drunk writing circle#thalia trevelyan#kingdom come au
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