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feanorianethicsdepartment · 3 years

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so! couple of months back, me and family went on holiday to a self-catering cottage in the backcountry, and when we weren’t having a grand old time getting lost in the wilderness i spent my free time, not writing for this blog, but watching random youtube videos. somehow this led me to watching a lot of six the musical animatics. i dunno, i’ve always liked horrible-histories-esque modern retellings of history, and i was reading a historical fiction series about the six wives of henry viii anyway

trouble is, this stupid blog has been keeping the silm muses much more active than they otherwise would be, and that was even more true when i was trying to churn out a new headcanon every day. i got interested enough in six to start looking up fanfiction, and i guess the settings were similar enough the muses started talking to each other? and then i remembered that ‘seven brides for seven brothers but it’s the fëanorians’ post, and then i thought that even those hellspawn would probably still make better husbands than henry, and then my brain worms started matching them up

so yeah, that’s how this list of which son(s) of fëanor i’d pair off with each wife of henry viii as portrayed by six the musical came into existence (and specifically as portrayed by six the musical, even if they’ve been dead for half a millenium trying to pair up actual humans who actually existed with my goofball interpretations of someone else’s ocs feels skeevy, and also like it would require way more work than this list deserves.) there’s actually an au growing in my head to support a context in which these couples could happen, auuugggghhhh. anyway, i’m sorry

catalina: caranthir. admittedly this was the last one i came up with, there’s a bit of pair-the-spares going on here, but i do feel like they’d have a very functional dynamic. given how temperamental they both are they argue less than one might expect; they’re good at setting and negotiating boundaries, and while they snark at each other constantly whenever they have business to take care of they go in as a Team. catalina also feels like she’d absolutely refuse to tolerate hellbeast bullshit, so naturally i’ve stuck her with the most down-to-earth of the bunch. they’re not the loudest, but they’ll build a solid place to return to when shit starts exploding

anne: curufin. she is a tiny bundle of playfulness and cheek and pure blazing ambition, and i think curvo would vibe with that. they would scheme together, they’d go into every social engagement with a plan and try to manipulate everyone around them, with mixed results. they’d definitely get up to, if not the most shenanigans, the shenanigans with the most collateral damage, and i feel like their skillsets would complement each other in a way that would nicely maximise that damage potential. whatever their big project as a couple turns out as, it’ll rapidly escalate into Anne and Curufin Burn Down Valinor. or early modern england. or both!

jane: maglor. okay this isn’t just me putting the woman who wants a big family with the habitual child thief (though i will admit, there is some nice synergy there.) it’s more that they’re both survivors, in a way, they both have this resolve deep down that could weather anything the world threw at them. i feel like they’d be one of the quieter couples in this set? sneaking out of court parties to wander the gardens and laugh at each other’s terrible jokes. they’d skirt around the edge of things together, softly enough so as not to be noticed, watching the world go by. and if it came to that, i think she’d wait for him

anna: celegorm. look the essence of anna of kleve is living in a gigantic palace doing whatever the hell she wants and not giving the slightest fuck what anyone thinks of her, and i feel like celegorm would be amenable to that. they don’t actually spend that much time together, he’s off in the woods and she’s chilling in her big fancy house, but when they do meet there’s always winks and finger guns. speaking of guns, their most common Couple Activity™ is going hunting, but you’ll also find them trading stories about the nonsense their social circles get up to over booze. they don’t usually show up for ~events at the same time, but when they do, they cut a swathe across the hall so efficiently you’d think they’d planned it in advance

kitty: ambarussa. this isn’t even a romantic thing, i just want them to be friends. i want her to go on adventures and have fun and be happy and not have to worry about guys at all, you know? they’d be the ‘two dumbasses and an enabler’ kind of terrible trio, i think, the twins getting up to the stupidest shit and her cackling in the background. absolute terrors, cause so much trouble, and they always try to dodge the consequences to varying degrees of success. and then they all head off home, promising to see each other the next morning and make even more mischief tomorrow

cathy: maedhros. i picture them having these long elaborate discussions about philosophy and ethics and religion and the differences between their worlds and all kinds of other things, these fascinating debates that go on until one of them notices it’s 3am. their interests don’t overlap 100%, but they have this shared fondness for big Projects that they always end up supporting each other in. you don’t see them talking much in their formal public appearances, but in private or when they’re just hanging out they’ll banter back and forth with the kind of carefree ease that comes from how comfortable they are with each other. she’s significantly more low-key than he is, but when push comes to shove she is just as intensely opinionated and willing to defend her ideas. should the time come, she would stand up to him like nobody else could

#ill advised crossovers #house of feanor #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #amrod #amras #i am so so sorry #the worst part about it is i actually kind of ship it guaaaagh #that au... effectively it's 'what if early modern europe had a mild fae problem'#feanor to a crowd of curious elves: don't worry i learned these guys' language last time we connected here #feanor to the local humans: welcumen! mé lícaþ éow tó métanne! hwæt hātest þū?#they end up speaking in latin #... 1500s church latin vs 200s vulgar latin. they somehow make it work #i've put way too much thought into the relevant background mythology help #still i have no idea what the fuck i'd do if i tried a fusion setting #it's juuust about possible i could fit the girls into valinor #but then they'd lose half of the cultural context that makes them who they are #putting the boys in early modern europe has the same problem #but in addition that setting's worldbuilding is way more detailed and i'm way less familiar with it #the brain worms screaming about vikings does NOT HELP we're four centuries too late for that #i'm not putting this in the six fandom tags because they don't deserve to be subjected to it

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maria-scribbles · 4 years

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glitter + crimson (let’s start a riot)//part two

summary: the pogues get up to a few shenanigans, burn the shit out of some marshmallows, and have a group hug of epic proportions. the dynamic duo of kiara and sailor brings out girl power in full force before getting real about a certain golden group rule.

word count: 4.2k+

ship: jj maybank x oc (sailor flynn)

warnings: mentions of abuse/neglect/parental abandonment/anxiety, underage drinking, weed usage, more fluff, flirting, reference to absolute legend kobe bryant

a/n: hello again! thank you all for the great response to part one, i’m seriously blown away and so grateful for your support! <3 i’m happy y’all enjoyed reading about sailor’s adventures with the pogues! here’s part two, which had previously been combined with part one but i decided to split it because it was getting wayyyy too long (over 8k words, oops). also i’ve never even seen weed with my own two eyes before so my bad if that part’s not realistic, i did my best lol. unbetaed, so i apologize for any mistakes. enjoy!

gif credit goes to @toesure

~Masterlist~

part one | part three | part four | playlist

part two: treading water

The pogues spend the next few hours among the waves, surfing their hearts out until they’re waterlogged, exhausted, and hungry. As the sun starts to sink over the island they pile into John B’s beat up Volkswagen, all their boards tied together on the roof, and head to The Wreck, where Kiara’s dad begrudgingly feeds his daughter and her ‘delinquent’ friends.

That word seems pretty harsh at first but as the evening goes on and the group gets a little louder, it’s kind of well-deserved. Pope can’t seem to stop dropping his fork, sending the rest of them into hysterical laughter each time, and everyone knows when Taylor Swift comes on the radio, Sailor has an obligation to get up and dance. The fact that she knocks a chair over in her haste to show off her moves only makes them laugh harder. When they finally leave and head back to the Chateau for the night, she makes sure to put forty bucks on their table for the food and the twelve pack of beer Kiara swipes from behind the bar when Mr. Carrera isn’t looking.

While it may not look like much, John B’s house if home for more than just him. It’s a safe port for all the pogues when they get lost in the storm, a place where they can all be themselves, be real, without judgement, and it’s Sailor’s second favorite place on the island. She’s lost count of how many nights she’s spent here, sleeping in the spare room, on the pull-out couch, and the hammock in the yard (sleepovers have become even more common in the eight months since Big John’s disappearance at sea, no one willing to leave his son all alone in an empty house.).

The hammock is where she finds herself now on this warm June night, sitting beside JJ with his arm around her shoulders, clad in his sweatshirt that she unashamedly stole last year, passing a joint back and forth while the others lounge around the small bonfire, roasting the old marshmallows John B found in the very back of one of his kitchen’s cupboards and drinking beer. One of her long legs dangles over the edge, toes pushing against the cool grass as they lazily swing back and forth, watching Kiara burn her third marshmallow in a row.

“Kie, what did those poor things ever do to you?” Sailor asks, exhaling smoke through her nose before passing the joint to JJ, and the brush of his fingers against hers sends warmth through her whole body. Kiara just shoots her the bird in response as she stabs her fourth marshmallow and holds it over the fire. The redhead laughs and rests her head against JJ’s shoulder, her limbs light as air. In the distance, lightning arcs between the clouds and creates a dazzling show over the water as thunder rumbles but none of them care enough to notice.

Although she never outright asks to smoke, she also never refuses the chance to get high with her best friend and let their problems drift away with every hit, if only for a little while. Lines get a little blurry between them, too, as both become oh so affectionate with each other when their inhibitions disappear like the sun over the horizon. She sighs contentedly at the blissful feeling of his fingers running through her hair and burrows further into his side, turning so she can throw an arm over his waist and curl her own fingers into the soft material of his shirt.

“Damn it!” John B yells as his marshmallow, in the span of a few seconds, catches fire and unceremoniously falls into the flames with a hiss.

“Ha, I’m not the only one on the struggle bus!” Kiara laughs gleefully, delicately turning her fourth attempt to keep it from burning like the other three. “We can’t all be Pope, I guess.”

The other boy looks up at the mention of his name and grins, holding out a perfectly toasted marshmallow on the end of the stick in his hand. “It takes talent, Kie.” He jokes, chuckling as she sticks her tongue out at him.

Sailor can’t help laughing, too when the two of them dive headfirst into a heated discussion about the finer points of roasting things over a campfire, their voices becoming louder and louder as they try to talk over one another while John B, unfazed from his spot between them, just holds another marshmallow over the fire and ignores them completely as he takes a sip of his beer.

“Aaaand JB’s totally checked out of that particular conversation,” She says to JJ under her breath and she feels more than hears him laugh in response.

“Poor bastard,” He whispers back before taking one last hit of the joint, now burnt down to a nub in his hand, and flicking it into the fire with a shout of “Kobe!”

“Nice one, hotshot.” She shifts her head up on his shoulder as her eyes unabashedly trace his profile in the warm orange glow of the fire, from the golden hair falling haphazardly onto his forehead and down the straight slope of his nose to the curve of his lips before she’s caught -not that she was being subtle in any possible way-, his ocean blue gaze holding hers with an electrified energy that would’ve normally set her whole face aflame. She’s not Normal Sailor now though, she’s High Sailor and High Sailor has positively zero shame so she just looks up at him with a saccharine smile on her face and blesses the fact that weed makes her bold as hell.

The flickering flames throw JJ’s features into sharp relief and highlight the dimples that she loves as he returns her smile, the hand in her hair now twirling a single curl around his finger. His free hand settles on the strip of bare skin at her waist where her sweatshirt has ridden up and her heart beats a little faster when he starts drawing agonizingly slow circles with his thumb. Her hand releases its grip on his shirt and before she even realizes it, she’s reaching up and brushing a finger along her jaw, just like he’d done to her that afternoon on the beach, and she feels the fingers at her waist press against her skin.

It’s moments like these that make her wish she could freeze time and live in them forever. Just the two of them, looking at each other like they’re more than just friends, touching each other like they’re falling into something beautiful and all they need to do is stick the landing. The possibility of taking that final leap teases her. He’s so close, it wouldn’t take much to just reach up and make that minuscule distance between them disappear and from the way his eyes flick down to her mouth and back, she’s sure he’s thinking the same. They won’t though and for now that’s okay, but deep down she wonders just how long they can balance on the cliff’s edge before they both fall.

As much as she’d like to stare at his stupidly handsome face all night, the weather has other plans as lightning flashes white across the sky, immediately followed by a big crack of thunder that makes Sailor jump and accidentally headbutt JJ right in the forehead. The stick in Pope’s hand goes flying somewhere into the bushes when he startles, too, and there’s a pause as everyone looks at each other before bursting into wild laughter.

“Jesus, Sail,” JJ says, reaching up to rub at the spot she hit, “you have a hard head.”

Her reply of “speak for yourself!” is drowned out by another clap of thunder and seconds later it starts pouring rain, sending the group scrambling to head back inside the Chateau before they get too drenched. The duo, in their haste, get tangled together in the hammock and nearly fall to the ground in a heap but manage to hold each other up with their hands clasped tight, both laughing so hard she’s sure the water on their faces is more than just rain.

“The beer! Don’t forget the beer!” Someone yells and John B, halfway to the porch in front of them, does a smooth 180 on the wet grass and runs back for the booze sitting beside the dying fire, sending them a lazy salute when he passes by.

“We honor your sacrifice, Captain!” JJ calls over his shoulder before they clamber onto the porch alongside a giggling Kiara.

“Oh my God, you two almost bit it so hard.” She says while wringing out her shirt, adding to the steadily growing puddle of water at their feet.

“But we didn’t, all thanks to me and my impeccable balance.” He says proudly, grinning down at the girl still snug against his side before she lets go of his hand to slug him in the shoulder.

“Ow, what was that for?”

“Oh please, J, I was the one who kept you from falling on your face. Now, hold still.” Sailor orders and places her hand on his arm, using him for balance as she brushes the grass from her feet.

“Yes, ma’am.” His reply is low in her ear, his hand settles even lower on her back, and she pretends the shiver her body makes is just from the cool rain.

“You like being bossed around, Maybank?”

Her hand grips his strong shoulder a little bit tighter, and she feels his fingers tighten on her sweatshirt as he replies, “Depends on who’s doing the bossing, Flynn.”

Kiara coughs pointedly, staring at them with her eyebrows raised and Sailor feels her face begin to flush bright red because, to be honest, she’d kind of forgotten she was even there as they both let go of each other. The other girl snickers and drawls, “If you two are quite done-”

Thankfully, a thoroughly soaked John B joins them and interrupts whatever Kiara was going to say, his hair plastered to his face and dripping onto the soggy carton of beer protectively cradled in his arms.

“Mission accomplished.” He says with a satisfied smile, setting the drinks down on a chair before shaking his head like a dog and splattering rainwater on everyone, including Pope as he emerges from the house carrying a pile of towels. A few drops land on his cheek and he wrinkles his nose in disgust, wiping them away with his own towel hanging around his neck.

“I was just kidding about the beer.” He says, throwing one and smacking John B right in the face, then kindly passing out the rest. Sailor barely grabs the last one before Pope’s suddenly put in a headlock by the brunet boy, yelling something about mutiny and a captain “not standing for this” as they start to grapple back and forth. JJ pauses in the middle of drying his hair and instantly jumps into the fray after tossing his towel to the floor, the scuffle quickly turning into a three way wrestling match.

She and Kiara both glance at each other and roll their eyes before scooting by the melee and heading into the house, leaving the boys to do their thing. They quickly dry off and change into pajamas, hang their wet clothes up to dry in the bathroom, and then tiredly flop onto the bed in the spare room together.

“How long do you think it’ll take until Wrestlemania out there’s done?” Sailor asks, rolling onto her stomach and reaching to pull her phone and glasses out of her bag on the floor; under her newly acquired hat, the lightning whelk peeks through its towel and the sight of it makes her smile softly. Kiara snorts and sits up, crossing her legs and running her fingers through her damp hair. “Knowing those fools, too long.”

The redhead laughs and mirrors the other girl’s position before slipping her glasses on and glancing down at her phone in trepidation, where no new texts block the lock screen picture of her and the rest of the pogues, and she does her best to ignore the hurt coiling in her chest, the smile fading from her face. She places the phone screen down on the bedside table and when she raises her head, she’s not surprised to find Kiara, ever so perceptive, staring at her with sympathy in her soft brown eyes.

“You okay?” She asks and Sailor takes off her glasses, then pulls her knees to her chest and wraps her arms around them.

“Could be better.”

Lightning illuminates the room, followed by an impressive crack of thunder a few seconds later as rain continues to pound against the window and down the hall, they hear the door slam closed as the boys finally storm inside after their scuffle, still yelling like banshees. The other girl reaches over and quickly squeezes her wrist before shooting her a bright smile.

“If you ever need to vent, I’m all ears.”

She knows she means it. Aside from JJ, Kiara’s her closest friend and from the moment they met, the two had quickly bonded over being the only girls in the group and their love of the environment: she’s lost count of how many times they’ve volunteered, both themselves and the rest of the pogues, to help raise money for animals. Despite Kiara’s kook year, Sailor considers her a sister and knows that Kie feels the same about her. Having each other’s backs no matter what is just what they do.

The redhead looks away from watching the storm outside and matches Kiara’s smile, then scoots closer to wrap her arms around her in a grateful hug.

“Thanks, Kie.”

The dark haired girl eagerly returns the embrace. “Any-”

“Comin’ through, gotta get me some of this group hug action!” JJ yells, storming into the room like a hurricane and throwing his arms around them, all but tackling them onto the bed before they even realize what’s happening.

“No, no, you’re still wet!” Sailor cries as his head rests against the back of her neck, his damp hair slowly beginning to soak into her shirt while Kiara growls, “Oh my God, get off!”

“And miss out on this? No way.” He says cheekily and pulls them both closer, ignoring the dark haired girl’s venomous glare and attempts to pry his hand away from her arm. Sailor, resigned to her fate, just laughs and calls over his arm to John B and Pope as they curiously poke their heads in from the hall, “Get your asses in here!”

She doesn’t have to tell them twice. They throw themselves into the hug faster than she can blink and with such contagious enthusiasm that Kiara can’t fight the affectionate grin making its way onto her face, even as she threatens, “I’m gonna kill all of you.”

Sailor rests her cheek on JJ’s outstretched arm and smiles to herself. This, right here and now, is where she belongs, surrounded by the best friends she could ask for, living each moment to its fullest. No matter what comes their way, she knows this is true: as long as they all stand together, the pogues will be just fine.

Some time later, the hug comes to an end as JJ jokingly complains about Sailor’s big head making his arm numb, which earns him a swift elbow to the stomach from the redhead.

“Weak.” She replies, smirking at the little oof he makes before grabbing his arm and pulling them both up from the bed. “Now get out.”

“Please.” Kiara agrees and pushes John B out the door, followed by Pope. “This room is girls only.”

“Since when?” The latter asks, sidestepping to avoid JJ as he’s playfully shoved into the hall by Sailor, who replies, “Right now.”

“Why?”

“’Cause we said so!” Both girls say in unison before they slam the door shut and then lean their backs against it, giggling. On the other side, they hear Pope ask in a very amused voice, “I thought this was your house?”

John B sighs the deepest sigh they’ve ever heard before replying, “Yeah, I did, too.”

“Ten bucks they’re gonna talk shit about us.” JJ says and there’s a not so subtle bump against the door that gives away the fact that he’s got his ear pressed to it, trying to listen in on them; a fact that gets proven when Sailor smacks her hand on it and makes him stumble back with a yelp of surprise.

“Dream on!”

“You wish!”

She and Kiara call at the same time, then glance at each other and burst into another fit of giggles.

“Tough break, dude. You’ll feel better in the morning.” That was John B’s tactless way of saying he’s tired without actually saying it and seconds later they hear his footsteps disappear down the hall to his room as he makes his escape, followed faintly by the sound of his door swinging shut.

“You don’t talk about us at all, Sail? Seriously?” JJ asks and Sailor can almost feel the sheer force of Pope’s inevitable eye roll when he mumbles under his breath, “Oh my God.”

Kiara’s on the same wavelength as him because she rolls her eyes, too and all but yells, “If we say yes will you fucking leave?”

There’s a pause and then: a slightly miffed “...yes.” along with Pope trying and failing to disguise his laugh as a cough.

“Then yes, we do talk about you. Now go.”

“Okay, okay! Jeez.”

“Goodnight, boys!” Sailor calls in a singsong voice before hearing them retreat to the living room, arguing about who gets the sleeper sofa and who gets stuck with the regular couch. When she’s sure they’re gone she shakes her head fondly (she doesn’t see why they can’t just get over themselves and share the damn thing) and turns back to Kiara, who’s already in the middle of pulling the damp comforter from the bed, her face the picture of disgust.

“Ugh,” She shudders, tossing it to the floor and then wiping her hands on a discarded towel from earlier. “Don’t touch that.”

“No shit.”

The dark haired girl jokingly flips Sailor the bird and then joins her in lounging on the bed, watching the fan spin in circles above their heads while the storm outside continues to rage on. The silence is comforting, soothing, and goes on for so long that the redhead’s nearly sent off to dreamland by the sound of the rain before Kiara finally speaks, “Hey, Sail?”

She hums in response, slowly turning her head to face her and blinking the sleep out of her eyes.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You just did.” She replies with an impish grin, but it slips from her face when the other girl shoots her a flat, unamused glance.

“Ha ha. I’m being serious, okay?”

Well that wasn’t worrying at all. “Is something wrong?” Sailor asks, rolling onto her side to face her friend completely and propping her head on her arm, all traces of lethargy thrown out the window. Kiara does the same with an unreadable look in her eyes as she answers, “No, I’m just a little...okay, a lot curious about something, and I want you to be honest with me.”

“I mean, I kind of have to. You know I suck at lying.”

She frowns when Kiara doesn’t even react to her comment and instead starts to worry her bottom lip between her teeth. “It’s kind of a personal question, though.”

Oh, Jesus. She’s gonna ask about her dad, Sailor knows it, and that’s something she’s just not ready to talk about -she hasn’t even told JJ the whole story yet and she tells him (almost) everything- but before she can think of a semi-decent excuse, or run to the bathroom, or pretend to just pass the fuck out, Kiara blurts, “What’s the deal between you and JJ?”

Okay, that’s decidedly not what she expected to hear and it completely throws her for a loop, her brain blowing a fuse in epic fashion. A long stream of gibberish comes from her mouth as she tries and fails to articulate a response because holy hell she’s so not prepared for this; she’s a listener, not a talker! She’s the confidante not the confider, the asker not the answerer, and she can feel herself getting a little sweaty at just the thought of talking about her feelings, even with someone as close to her as Kiara. She almost wishes the other girl had asked about her dad.

To be honest she should’ve seen this coming, considering the looks Kiara’s been sending her recently and especially today, the ones that clearly meant that the dark haired girl’s seen what’s been happening and wants. that. tea. What Sailor doesn’t get though, is why she’s being so serious about it: she expects at least an overexaggerated wink or a teasing comment or two from her friend but she’s just waiting patiently, the slightest hint of mirth in her eyes.

Finally, the redhead manages to collect her panicked thoughts enough to squeak oh so eloquently, “Me-him-nothing!”

Kiara arches one eyebrow. “Sail, you really do suck at lying.”

Sailor flops back onto the bed and slides her hands down her furiously blushing face with a groan. “I’m not lying.” She mutters insistently but even she can admit it sounds weak as hell.

“It’s obvious there’s something-”

Something in her snaps and before she can stop them, words just start coming out with the force of a wave crashing against the shore, rough and callous. “It’s obvious there’s nothing going on, okay? Nothing. And even if there was -not that I’m saying there is- it can’t happen. That’s the golden rule, Kie.”

Kiara looks momentarily taken aback at the redhead’s outburst and then rolls onto her back, staring at the ceiling for a moment before she whispers quietly, like a secret she’s reluctant to share, “Maybe I think that rule is stupid.”

“Stupid?” Sailor glances over incredulously, the brief flash of anger aimed at her friend slowly morphing into confusion. “You’re the one who came up with it in the first place!”

“I know...” The dark haired girl sighs, tiredly running her hands through her hair, “I wanted to keep things from getting weird! It’s worked pretty well so far but I’m kind of, sort of, maybe starting to think it might not have been the best idea.”

“Why?” She asks, brow furrowing.

Kiara appears deep in thought as she keeps staring at the ceiling, working her jaw until she seems to come to a decision and turns her head to look Sailor in the eye. “Because I don’t think something as simple as a rule should be able to dictate who you can or can’t...love.”

Oh, God. Anxiety starts to take hold in her chest and she tries to keep her brain from going into five-alarm fire mode, her fingers tapping nervously against her leg. Why oh why did she have to say the L-word? Who said anything about that? Hell, it’s been a few months and she’s still getting used to her world-changing, panic-inducing, everything-clicking-into-place epiphany that made her realize that she does, in fact, like JJ as more than a friend (how and when her feelings changed, she hasn’t quite figured that out yet.). She’s not even close to thinking about love. Noticing her friend’s distress, Kiara reaches over to place her darker hand on the paler girl’s and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m not saying you love him, okay? But there’s obviously something good going on between you guys and I’m not cool with some dumb rule we made when we were twelve getting in the way of your happiness,” Her mouth curls into a lighthearted smirk, “even if it happens to be with someone as, uh, distinct as JJ.”

Despite herself, Sailor snorts a laugh and the tight feeling in her chest slowly starts to become a little more bearable as its replaced by a swell of gratitude that she has a person as wonderful as Kiara for a friend. She really did luck out in that department, she thinks, and the corner of her mouth lifts in a small smile.

“Distinct?”

“Hey, I was gonna say idiotic but I’m trying to be nice here.” The dark haired girl says, laughing as Sailor affectionately rolls her eyes before continuing, “But you do know that if he messes this up I’ll kick his ass, right?”

“Trust me, I do.”

“Good.” She punctuates that with a massive yawn, then rolls away from her and pulls the sheets higher over her chest, mumbling, “Now I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for bed. All this deep talk made me tired.”

“Big mood,” Sailor replies, reaching over and flicking off the bedside lamp, the only light now coming from the occasional flash of lightning through the windows as she rolls comfortably onto her side, tucking her arm under the pillow. Silence settles over them, dark and calm and stretching for who knows how long before she says quietly, “Thanks, Kie.”

There’s no answer. Realizing she must’ve already nodded off, the redhead’s just about to crash herself when her friend’s reply softly cuts through the silence like a knife.

“You’re not the only one I did it for.”

Kiara doesn’t say anything after that and Sailor falls asleep wondering what, or rather who, exactly the other girl meant.

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clonesandmoans · 4 years

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information about havoc squadron✨

i’m organizing each by clone {some information will be intertwined with other oc’s} :) the wolfpack will be mentioned as well :) {as this was originally for my series} remember -- some are more developed than others {and for that i am so sorry}

i did exclude some stuff out of this post. specifically, armor details and some physical attributions. i also forgot about some characteristics about them... as i forgot to screenshot or take notes every time i shared something, sorry!

but here’s the majority of it so enjoy!

BET:

he got his name from placing too high of a bet and lost everything, so his name became “bet” as a way to tease the fact that he’s awfully terrible at gambling (and that’s an understatement)

he has a huge gambling problem and definitely doesn’t calculate risks, going all in despite the fact that he loses every kriffing time

upon noticing his horrific (and rather embarrassing) gambling skills, havoc (and the wolfpack) makes him change his appearance every time he loses... which results in a lot of stupid, horribly done tattoos and bright hair colors

he changes hair colors often... but his favorite is the pastel purple and he keeps it for the most part throughout the war

his most signature tattoos is the one on his left shoulder of himself twerking and wolffe’s name on his ass

despite his tomfoolery and shenanigans, he does have one tattoo that he would fight someone if they made fun of it. just *one* sketched out by a lost batchmate that he doesn’t like to talk about

he’s carefree, goofy, and loves to make jokes. he’s considered the crackhead of the group. overall, he’s just super fun to be around. when he walks in a room, he lights it up with happiness and joy and fun. he smiles brightly and when he does, it’s hard for others to not smile around him

he’s also undeniably loyal and protective over his brothers and jedi. he’ll throw himself out in the line of fire if it meant saving his brother’s or jedi’s skin. he’ll make sure that everyone who is injured gets taken care of the way they need to be, even so much as going back and grabbing injured brothers. if he knows a brother won’t make it, he’ll be at their side holding their hand and comforting them in their last few moments so the brother doesn’t die alone

DRINK:

he got his name from trying and liking the weirdest drinks in the galaxy and no one understands how or why. plus, he spilled a drink... but that’s a story for another time

he doesn’t mind those weird drink challenges

SLY:

got his name from trying to steal bite’s candy but failed miserably

he got better throughout his cadet days

now, he’s in charge of stealing candy and smuggling illegal goods

he joins plo in his little “i’m getting candy for my son’s” adventures (from that one drawing!! idk who the artist was so... i’m sorry)

sly is casually stealing stuff and plo is trying to get him to pay

but, plo loves his children, so he trails after sly and lays credits down for the items he stole

so... the sly and bly rivalry

during the cadet days, their names often got mixed up from brothers (especially since they all look the same and there’s no individuality)

but now, their brothers do it for fun. just for the hell of it

they definitely get annoyed by it but the main rivalry comes from “who’s the best”

looking, shooter, runner, fashionista. whatever it is, it doesn’t matter -- they always try to out top each other

that’s it that’s the rivalry

also, sly has long hair like tup and wears it in french braids

him and kix argue often who’s the prettiest (spoiler: it’s wolffe lmao)

BITE:

during his cadet days, he (lightly) bit his brother (sly) because they tried to steal candy from him

he also got angry at the kamonians and bit them in their arm because of it

he’s also a soft sweet boy, but will fuck shit up if need be

CRASH:

got his name from by crashing into a woman -- one he was flirting with and trying to take back home

a few days later, when he met you, he turned the corner and crashed right into you, making you both tumble to the ground. hence the name

but, it’s mainly because he’s super clumsy

for shits and giggles wolffe asked cody to make him pilot to scare the shit out of everyone once they learn they have a pilot named crash

he’s a pilot, though actually doesn’t fly all that much. he only flies when he’s needed up in the air, otherwise stays on the ground and helps his brothers

because of his clumsiness, he actually has a scar on his left forehead and goes through his eyebrow

he got the scar when he was drunk -- sinker and boost were flailing around and crash tripped and hit his head on the toilet

(boost and sinker make sure to never let crash live that down)

he uses his clumsiness to his advantage out on the battlefield

he’s an observer -- he notices anything and everything (which is why he’d be a great spy... if he weren’t so clumsy)

he’s a shy, quiet boy and prefers to keep to himself most of the time

crash prefers to speak in mando’a or sign with sign language. he taught the rest of havoc squadron and the wolfpack sign language, including plo koon (and you for the series)

he’s sensitive and good with emotions. he’s the one you (and brothers) go to if you need comfort

he does have a specific tattoo and hairstyle, similar to kix, but @obiwankenobiness (my main bitch) came up with that and i forgot it... whoops...

OLIVER:

his nickname is oli

he’s the sweetest boy

he’s the youngest in the wolfpack -- as in he was the last one to join. plo took him under his wing in a way

because of that, he’s very close to plo

he has severe trauma

he was captured and enslaved by the zygerrians (hence why the wolfpack was there for the rescue...)

he also lost a limb (a leg) in a near death experience with a sith -- ventress to be exact

because of that experience, him and wolffe bonded because they both lost something and from the same being

he’s a prankster (not as mean as bet, of course) but he loves to prank the wolfpack (specifically in the series with you!)

oliver’s pranks are more funnier whereas bet’s are just downright mean

ACE:

he’s bet’s opposite

he has good luck (and is known to have it too) so he always wins at gambling

and he loves to rub it in bet’s face all. the. time.

he’s a sniper. he’s basically the og crosshair (for skills, not for personality or looks)

ace means he’s good with a rifle

he has a tattoo... please ask @obiwankenobiness about his tattoo because it’s too hard to explain lmao

all i know is it’s like a circle thing on his left arm and it means a lot to him

okay anyways... he has a shaved head. he has the ace symbol shaved into his head as well

he prefers short hair because long hair gets in the way of using his rifle

him and bet are batchmates, the best of friends, polar opposites. everyone thinks they’re an old married couple or genuinely hate each other, there’s no in between

RAMBLE:

he got his name because he talks... a lot. and he likes to go on rambles from time to time about stuff he loves

he is sweet and shy, especially for social situations

he smiles very brightly and his smile makes others just straight fall in love with him

he’s very giggly

he also blushes super easily -- from compliments, embarrassment; doesn’t matter, he blushes

whenever he does blush it reaches his ear and trails down his chest (the girls d i e for it)

his torso is covered in a huge tattoo which leads to his hips and curl down his ass and thighs (tattoo is still being determined)

i want to thank these people for letting me ramble to them about my oc’s and having them contribute ideas as well: @littlevodika @obiwankenobiness @casually-introverted @kaminobiwan @teaspacebar @hxldmxdxwn @morganas-pendragons @karasong

if i forgot about you i’m so sorry. please let me know and i can list you :) (i talked to a lot so i lose track)

#hi meet my babies :)#i love them a lot #havoc squadron #tay #baby™️

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bakerstreethound · 4 years

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Falling Leaves & Sharpened Knives

Relationship(s): Sherlock Holmes x OC (Ash) & Leonard McCoy x OC (Anna)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of knives (be safe while carving pumpkins, y’all!) and implied smut

Summary: Ensign Ash finally manages to get Captain Kirk to agree to a Halloween Party on the Enterprise for her tight knit group of friends.

A/N: This gem of a fic came into fruition all because of the idea @pandaqueen7799 presented to me last October. Alas, I never got around to it and since then, she has become one of my bestest friends, so I knew...I knew I HAD to spin her idea into a story just for us to indulge in. It was a delight to write this au/mashup/spinoff whatever collaboration you’d like to call it and I hope you enjoy the shenanigans of Anna & Ash! And Queen, this...I give this story/dedicate/offer it humbly to you. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write it.

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By some miracle, Ash received permission from Kirk to hold a special Halloween celebration aboard the Enterprise for her small circle of friends.

How the hell she’d even managed to get Anna and even her husband, Leonard to agree was far beyond the Captain’s knowledge. Still, he held no qualms against the Ensign. Ash’s friends had been through hell the past three and a half-now bordering dangerously close to their fourth year out of the five assigned- aboard the Enterprise.

Kirk decided a break was exactly what everyone needed. He remembered Ensign Ash joking about sending Anna and Bones to a tropical island as an excuse to get Bones to wear a Hawaiian shirt he had stashed in the depths of his closet. He made a mental note to discuss an extra shore leave for the McCoys for their upcoming anniversary. Ash may have given him some input, because she could easily wrap the Captain around her finger, especially in matters regarding her friend.

Damn you, Ash. Kirk thought, smirking to himself before preparing for the long day ahead.

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“You want me to do what?” Leonard McCoy, the husband of Ash’s best friend, growled, proceeding to twirl a pen in his hand in annoyance. In her defense, she had bothered him on his scheduled break.

“Please, come on. It’ll be fun. Lord knows you need a break after being stuck in here all day. Which reminds me, what time does Anna show up?” Ash smirked, enjoying the deepening scowl on the Doctor’s face.

“Leave my wife out of this.”

“Leave me out of what?” Anna smiled cheerily, popping out of the blue, snatching a kiss before he could protest. “Whatever it is, I’m bringing him with me.” Leonard’s scowl grew at his wife’s adamant response and he crossed his arms over his chest.

“What are you doing here?” He said, but his act was betrayed by the sudden light in his eyes at her arrival. Ash rolled her eyes and cut back in to the conversation.

“Oh come on, we all know these thirty minute breaks you take are really for fucking Anna out of her mind,” The two locked eyes and a slight blush emerged on both of their faces, and Ash let out a snort. “You really don’t think anyone can’t hear you? I’ve been on the other side of the wall hearing those moans before. Trust me, it makes it impossible to catch any sleep.”

They both still seemed to be lost to each other, only barely aware that Ash was still standing there and she huffed in annoyance. “Hello, Enterprise to the McCoys. Eye fuck each other later please.” Leonard gestured towards the younger woman suddenly, his scowl back in full force while Anna stood beside him smirking.

“How is any of this relevant to why you are here?” He barked, but before Ash could reply, his wife stepped up and drew his attention back to her.

“Alright, easy now. We’re going, if I have to drag you by your ear,” She said as she reached up to grab the man’s jaw.

“The hell you will-” He started to growl, but Anna held firm.

“Leo, we are going.” She gave no further room for argument and the doctor finally harrumphed in agreement.

Ash beamed. “I’ll be looking forward to seeing you guys, then. Especially you, Grandpa,” she snickered pushing back her chair. “Kirk reserved the largest conference room for us.”

Leonard rolled his eyes.

“Oh, lighten up, Grandpa. You’ll enjoy yourself.” Ash sauntered out the door, failing to notice Anna following close behind until she grabbed her arm.

“Tell me you invited Chekov.”

“Shit, could you be any quieter?” Ash’s eyes went wide in alarm, but softened when they saw her friend. “I did invite him. He’s the closest friend I have. Besides you, of course.”

“Obviously,” Anna smirked, shaking her head. “Well, best of luck rounding up the others.”

“Yes ma’am. Kirk’s assigned to round up Spock, Uhura, Sulu, and Scotty. I can’t handle talking to so many children in one day. It’s flipping exhausting.”

Anna laughed, keeping in stride with Ash who has slowed down to accommodate her.

“You should definitely tell that to your husband, which, by the way, I sense an incoming at your twelve o’clock.” She inhaled. “And...I smell the strawberries.

“Whatever,” Ash rolled her eyes, trying in vain to ignore the hopeful thrumming in her chest. “Maybe someday I’ll tell him.”

Anna rolled her eyes before giving her a parting hug at the end of the hall, leaving Ash alone with her racing thoughts, causing her to collide into her own husband.

“Ooof.”

He groaned, shaking his head in frustration, datapad wobbling before he set it back in the crook of his arm. His sapphire orbs glared, but softened when they registered Ash was there.

“You’re lucky no one was here to see that,” he admonished.

“What?” Came her unabashed reply before he turned, backing her into the hidden alcove he utilized countless times before.

“This.”

Before she could register another word, his hands found her waist, his grip so familiar, so precise she couldn’t help but release a sigh of pleasure. She ran her fingers through his meticulously gelled hair, missing his natural curls, as she bit back the moan in her throat. She had to admit to herself, he did look even more appealing than necessary disheveled all for her, sexy, even. She couldn’t fathom how the hell he managed it.

“Sherlock, please.”

“Obviously.”

“I mean...come on, be my good boy for me, why don’t you?” Ash absently stroked her fingers across the lilith frame of his shoulders, trailing them up to his immaculately gelled curls, thanking the universe she belonged to him.

“Mmm good boy.” She elicited yet another moan from his sensuous lips pressing hard against hers, savoring every gasp, every greedy bite.

“Now...is not a good time,” he managed to choke out, panting softly. She inhaled his scent, enlivened by the trembling between her legs, desire for him piquing by the moment.

“Says the one who drug me here.”

“You followed me.”

“Didn’t I ever mention the scent of strawberries is distracting?” Ash sniggered, brushing an index finger against his cheekbone. “Drives me insane.”

“Won’t the two of you get out of here and start fucking in your room like normal humans?”

Anna’s voice burst through Ash’s racing thoughts of stripping Sherlock from that god forsaken shirt that clung to him in all the right places.

“That’s rich coming from you.”

“Medbay,” Sherlock choked back a groan as Ash grasped him, pulling him behind her.

Anna rolled her eyes, turning on her heel to walk away. Sherlock swore she heard her mumbling: kids these days.

“Sherlock, will you please come?” Ash wrapped around him from behind not wanting to let go, the moment with Anna slipping from her mind. “To the party, I mean.”

“Possibly. I still have a few more experiments to run and I told John…”

“I’ll take that as a yes and send him your condolences. Poor thing, you’re going to have a long night ahead of you.”

He swallowed a lump forming in his throat any retort he had silenced by Ash’s lips finding his once more.

*Warping to Party in 3...2...1…*

“You didn’t mention anything about a pumpkin carving contest.”

“Thought I did,” Kirk smirked as everyone stood around him, mouths agape. All except for Ash, who ignored Leonard’s grumbling outburst.

Ash was the one who proposed the idea after hearing an argument break out during a morning alpha shift. She couldn’t recall if Anna was there, or if she’d stayed long enough before it ensued, but she thought it was Scotty and Chekov who’d proposed a ludicrous idea of being the best pumpkin carvers aboard the Enterprise, and Kirk was having none of it. He claimed to be the best one on the ship, being raised on Earth and all for most of his young life.

Ash did recall proposing a competition, but the idea was quickly forgotten after the murder of Christopher Pike and the whole torpedo mission assigned by Admiral Marcus.

Ash wasn’t one to forget, though. She was determined to see just who had the best pumpkin carving method amongst her group of friends, who were more like family now than ever.

“It’s not that difficult. At least I don’t think. Sherlock has shown me how to use a scalpel quite a few times. Back down on Earth we had to observe multiple corpses and…”

“Wait, you’re telling me that man,” Doctor McCoy snarled pointing at Sherlock lounging in the corner. “Let you wield a damned scalpel?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s no big deal in his line of work.”

“He’s a graduate Chemist for Christ’s sake. I’m the one who’s an actual Doctor!”

“Awe, darlin, why’re you getting all worked up about this? You can trust Sherlock with Ash, really. How many times have we left them unsupervised and nothing went wrong.”

“95% of the damned time.”

“Hey,” Ash cut in incredulously. “Don’t pull that on Sherlock and I. Do you know how many times we’ve had to listen to you tearing it down in multiple corridors or a bathroom during Starfleet’s New Years ball or Inaugural Conference?”

“Can’t help that my man looks so damn irresistible in a suit.”

“There’s no way anyone can make an accurate face carving on a pumpkin,” Anna whined as she watched Leonard sharpen his knives, rolling his eyes.

“There’s only one way to find out. Let’s see how this goes,” Ash grinned, clearly excited she’d somehow convinced Sherlock to join. After all, she had told him it wasn’t much different from dissecting a dead man’s liver or kidneys. His eyes lit up at the response.

“Come on, Leo. Let’s see those legendary hands at work.” Ash overheard her friend speaking lowly to the man at her side. Looking elsewhere, Ash caught Spock and Uhura sharing a secret smile at Anna and Len. She gave them a thumbs up and Uhura shook her head, bemused.

“How many times do I have to tell you, sugar? They’re only for you to experience. No one else,” The doctor replied, his voice barely above a growl as he scowled like a grumpy cat.

“OH COME ON GRANDPA I BELIEVE IN YOU.”

*Time Warping to the next hour and a half*

After what felt like the most excruciating hour and a half of Ash’s life, the timer rang, knives were sheathed, and thankfully, no one severed any limbs.

“How in the hell?” Anna had no words as she stood before the pumpkin Len carved. True to his word, his legendary hands proved more than experienced.

Ash bit back a laugh from observing Sherlock’s mess of a pumpkin. She had to give him credit. He did at least try to spell Greg’s name correctly with a sharpie messing up countless times before feigning to dissect the entire thing. She walked over and pecked him on the cheek, whispering in his ear, before he motioned to the rest of the crew to begin cleaning up.

“But...how did you get the face so accurate?” Anna was clearly still in shock at her husband’s win.

Leonard didn’t hesitate, cupping her face in his palms which were still sticky from the pumpkin juice.

“You think I haven’t memorized every detail of this gorgeous face?”

“Aww, Len.” Light shimmered on Anna’s lashes as she teared up.

“Plus, I work with a scalpel on a daily basis. It's practically the same thing. Can’t say much for Sherlock though,” he scowled at Sherlock’s sharpie scratched one. “Man makes it look like he’s never taken anything seriously in his life except for Ash.”

“Cause it’s true, mon coeur. The only thing in his life he cares for is her. He can’t live without her, just like I need you. Like oxygen to breathe.” The two were staring at each other with a sickeningly sweet gaze, and Kirk threw a handful of seeds at them to break up the moment.

“Get a room!” He called out, earning a laugh from the group. Anna turned to stick her tongue out at the captain and wrapped her hand in Leonard’s.

“Sounds like we’ve been ordered to leave, Doctor McCoy.” She said with a grin, one that her husband matched.

“Let’s get out of here, sugar.”

*We all know where this ends up for the McCoys*

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@bakerstreethound @disneymarina @buckyssoul @cumbergirll @superfandomfeels @pandaqueen7799 @viper-official @madshelily @deepestfirefun @sherlockfanficwriting

Sherlock tags: @andreasworlsboring101 @fanfictionsilove @clussysposts @sherlocked-cumbercookie-jaci @ravencatart @naivesherlolly @the-worst-critic @starks-hero

#Falling Leaves & Sharpened Knives #halloween fic #not spooky #halloween party #enterprise #star trek #Sherlock holmes x reader #oc reader #Doctor Leonard McCoy #leonard mccoy x reader #original characters #ash and anna #sherlock BBC #sherlock holmes fanfiction #star trek fanfiction #You know what Leonard would say #sugar #Happy Halloween #my queen

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dragons-bones · 4 years

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Stories you want to write...

...but for some reason haven’t yet

tagged by both @autumnslance and @msviolacea and I haven’t done one of these in a long-ass time soooooo let’s do it.

1.) The Vacation Fic AKA Aymeric and Synnove get locked/thrown out of their offices by their friends and they take a week to themselves at the Bloodshore cabin. Set between Patch 3.3 and 3.4. Fluff, worldbuilding, food porn, little bit of smut. Problem is, this thing is basically a chaptered fic--at least five--and I’m fucking bad at that. I suspect this is something I’d need to write the entirety of in advance so it doesn’t languish in Unfinished Fic hell, but fuck it’s a big project and getting the energy for it is going to be hard. One day, though, I got to all the other projects at some point.

2.) Post-Grand Melee Victory Sexing Fic. Well, more like finish, but its contents are written all over the place. This one needs a proper contextual build up, though, as well as discussion by Aymeric and Synnove about consent and boundaries and also birth control because this is the fic where they first have sex with one another and I am not skimping out on any of those things. Like, yeah, it’s shamelessly smutty but it’s way more than just smut and tbh I’m weirdly protective of this concept and I suspect that’s part of my block on writing this because despite the WIP title, the smut’s not as important to me as the relationship.

3.) I should. Like. Figure out what the fuck Eydis has been doing the past twenty years. She’s the only member of the Greywolfe family where I just have this huge blank spot on what the fuck’s been going on with her. Part of the problem I think is that because Synnove gets the lion’s share of attention of all my FFXIV OC’s, and there’s a...*consults notes* thirteen year age difference between Synnove and Eydis and they were never close, that what’s gone on with Eydis isn’t actually important to Synnove’s story.

3a.) Synnove brings the portrait of her Uncle Tyr and Aunt Angharad back to Ul’dah for Auntie and Eydis is there and they have a big family cry. Honestly I had forgotten that idea until just now, thank you, meme thing.

4.) Hilda/Lucia. I recall a joking reference in a meme response I did about a Squad bar crawl with Hilda and picking up Lucia and then later during the crawl Lucia and Hilda furiously making out and that’s been quietly stewing in the back of mind ever since I wrote that. I. I don’t think that’s actually how they got together in the Squad verse? *pondering*

5.) Some sort of confrontation during Werlyt as a Lupicide followup because honestly I’m basically ignoring the enormous elephant in the room of “Synnove Greywolfe and Gaius Baelsar having to work together however grudgingly.” That said, I...don’t like how the Werlyt storyline is handling Gaius and his reactions (or, lack of reactions, really...) or other people’s reactions/the lack thereof to what the shit is happening with that sidequest, and I know very well I’m not fair when I write characters I don’t like or have complicated-but-leaning-towards-negative feelings about. So I would very much like to write something compelling and complex but won’t because it’s not gonna end up that way. (I’ve actually had to flatout stop reading fic with Gaius in it, because I feel his portrayal and motivations are handled better there, and it’s making me dislike the canon version even more.)

6.) More carbuncle shenanigans but that’s a given.

7.) Mistwrought ‘verse stuff, but I’ve recognized the setting works better as a TTRPG thing rather than something for novels or short stories unless a miracle happens and suddenly there’s Plot for this original ‘verse of mine and no just interconnected Eldritch Shenanigans.

Okay, tagging, uhhhhhhhh @tehjai (feel free to answer this on the Tiona sideblog if that fits better), @victhespookygoat (same deal for you, Vic!), @ravenclawnerd (we are currently not hanging in the same fandom circles atm but who cares), @to-the-voiceless, @ahlis-xiv, @starsandauras, @stars-bleed-hearts-shine, @goblin-alchemist, @ginger-nightmist, and whomever else would like to do this and hasn’t yet!

#meme stuff #ty for the tags guys!

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wyofabdoms · 3 years

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Don’t Say Anything

Characters: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Original Female Character

Summary: OC Natalie has been broken up with Frankie for going on three months. A fateful night out with the girls ends in an interesting encounter.

Rating: Smut, 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Sex in a car, rough sex, angry sex, choking, implied/referenced drug use (if you look carefully), dry sex, angry kissing, post-breakup sex, angst

Word Count: 3988

Notes: This is part of what I hope will become a much longer story centered around Frankie and an original character, but this scene just would not leave my brain so I had to write it. I think it works as a standalone right now.This is my first time writing Frankie. He's so sweet but fierce in the movie, I tried to convey that. I love him so much, I just want to hug him around the tummy! Anyways...hope you enjoy and maybe I'll get my tail in gear and start fleshing this larger story out sometime.

Nat smiled wistfully as she watched Meredith twirl herself around the two good natured older bar patrons that had been wrested onto the makeshift dance floor by her tipsy friend. Next to Natalie at the bar, a few other of her close friends from work and her social circle were chattering away, tittering over Meredith’s shenanigans, talking shop, or gossiping about someone named Kelly’s botched boob job. Despite the cheerful energy and upbeat vibe coming from her friends, she felt like everything around her was moving slowly, like she was trying to run through water.

She might have considered that she had been slipped something in her drink, but she had been feeling this way since she had started getting ready earlier this evening, before even a drop of alcohol had touched her lips. Though she didn’t want to think about it too much, she knew what the cause of the fogginess was:

She missed Frankie. She missed him so much sometimes she couldn’t breathe.

Meredith had called her earlier that day and insisted that she join her and the others to celebrate her belated birthday. When Natalie had tried to protest, Meredith had called her on her self-imposed hermitage over the last three months, had told Natalie that she was worried about her. That if things weren’t going to change between her and Frankie, then she at least needed to step back into the land of the living, even if just for a drink or two.

“You need to socialize with someone other than your cats,” Meredith had squawked through the phone. Nat had made a face at the implied “crazy cat lady” reference but, she had thought, perhaps Meredith was right. During the week, she had summer school (which she had in previous years avoided like the plague but for which now she was grateful.) She could beg off outings on school nights, claiming the pressure from working with the high-risk students left her exhausted each evening. She had been skulking around the house most weekends; doing her level best to eradicate any and all memory of Frankie Morales.

Having not been able to sleep in her own bed for several weeks after he had left, she had repainted and rearranged her bedroom. Still, sometimes she would wake up crying, swearing that she could feel his weight in the bed next to her, hear his soft (or loud) snores in the darkness, smell their sweat and sex in the sheets. Everything in her home seemed to possess an echo of him. She had eventually sold her couch for a new one after remembering the very first night he had visited her home, when their lovemaking commenced with a steamy make out session on the leather sofa. Along with the new couch, she had also moved the rest of the furniture around. Out of nowhere one evening making dinner, she remembered the way he had sat her up on the counter one particular Sunday morning, pulled a chair from the table and spent almost an hour with his head between her legs. That particular memory had resulted in purchasing and installing new backsplash along with replacing the countertops and repainting the cupboard doors. She had turned into a veritable DIY guru with the cosmetic changes to her home, but that chosen method of trying to forget Frankie was proving to be exhausting...and expensive. Maybe, she had thought, it would do her some good to get out of the house for a night.

She had reluctantly agreed to join Meredith and the girls, but had almost immediately regretted it. The slogging through water feeling had begun as she had tried to make herself not look wretched and sleep deprived, then continued when she had left to pick up Meredith. She had done her best to not be a downer, engaging in small talk with the other girls and even surprising herself by laughing a few times. But now, as the night wore on and the alcohol loosened the women up more and more, Natalie just wanted to go home and crawl into bed.

That’s a lie. She thought as she sipped the watered down cocktail she had been nursing for a good thirty minutes. What I really want is to lay on the couch with Frankie and watch something stupid on Netflix and fall asleep with his arms around. She felt tears start to sting her face and she shook herself.

This all felt a farce, trying to pretend like going out with girlfriends was even close to what it used to be back before Frankie; before she had let herself fall so deeply for that man. She only noted with half an ear when one of the women in her group leaned across her and whispered, “Damn, incoming!! Grey jacket, coming towards the bar...hellooooo handsome!” Would she ever again be able (or even ever want) to look at another man with desire like that again? Her girlfriends assured her she would; that it would just take time, but right now, she wasn’t so sure.

“Hey man, can we get another round for the back?” The booming voice of who she could only assume was the grey-clad target in question was a familiar one and caused her to start. She glanced over her shoulder.

“Benny?” The eyes of the younger Miller brother lit up when he saw her and before she knew what was happening he had slid down the bar and wrapped her in a bear hug, pulling her from her seat.

“Hooooly shit, Nat! It’s good to see you. How the hell are you?” She chuckled at his enthusiasm; Benny’s attitude was infectious, she had always liked that about him.

“I’m…” She shrugged, not quite sure what to say. She was sure that Ben and the others knew about her and Frankie. What should she say? Lie and say she was doing great? Tell the truth and say she missed his friend? Whatever she said, it would surely get back to Frankie; life with five brothers of her own had taught her that men talk almost as much as women. “I’m…ok. I guess.” She gave him a small smile and another shrug, and avoided his eyes to keep herself from asking him how Frankie was doing? She looked instead at the pitcher of beer and four clean glasses that the bartender had just placed on the bar in front of Benny. Her eyes froze on the four drink receptacles and Benny followed her gaze.

“Uh….shit...yeah…” Benny looked almost embarrassed and jerked his head towards the back of the bar. “We...uh...we’re all in the back...playing pool.” She didn’t need to ask; the look on his face told her that Frankie was part of that “we”. She nodded and took a deep breath. Of course they were. She remembered now that night when she had first “the guys”, after dinner they had come here and commandeered one of the back rooms for several raucous games of pool. She remembered how much she had laughed that night, how it had made her heart sing to see Frankie so at ease with his friends, giving each other shit and swapping inside jokes.

The memory made her eyes prick with tears and she stood up quickly. How could she have been so stupid? Why hadn’t she realized where Meredith had brought them? She should have checked the parking lot for his truck. Dammit!

“Hey, Nat, listen…” Benny made to stop her from moving away and she paused and looked at him, waiting. He opened his mouth to say something, but then seemed to think otherwise and just shrugged. “...Nothing. Never mind. It just...it really sucks...what happened with you and ‘Fish’. I know he…” again, he seemed to stop himself from saying too much. “Well….it just sucks,” he finished lamely. She could feel the tears welling now, threatening to spill over. She felt something like panic starting to rise in her chest at the realization that she was so close to Frankie after not seeing him for three months. The last time she had seen his face it had been marred with pain...pain that she had put there. His eyes had glittered with unshed tears and she remembered how his lower lip had trembled. She couldn’t see him now...there was no way she could face him!

She suddenly felt like the water she had been slogging through all night had suddenly risen above her head and she couldn’t breathe. She yanked her jacket and purse off the back of her chair, scrambling to pay for her drink.

“Yeah. Thanks, Ben. Me too...I mean, yeah. It does suck.” Her voice cracked. “It was good to see you…” she let her voice trail off, hoping that maybe he could read her mind; that maybe he would know to tell Frankie how empty she felt without him, how much she regretting asking him to pack his things and leave, how she wished she could do a thousand things differently. Instead, she just choked out “Take care, Benny.” And she whirled away before she lost the last shred of control of her emotions she still had. She didn’t want to be THAT girl sobbing into a drink at the bar.

She quickly let Meredith know what was going on.

“Nooooo!” Meredith crowed, slinging an arm around Nat’s shoulder. “He’s HERE?” She squeaked, craning her neck to look around the room and nearly toppling both of them over. Nat quickly untangled herself from her friend and made sure she was left in the capable care of one of the other sober women in the group. Then she shoved her arms through the sleeves of her jacket and headed out the door.

The heavy, humid Florida air seemed to suffocate her, but he evening had brought a blessedly soft breeze along with the darkness and she was grateful for the air that cut the mugginess, though she could still see clouds of humidity suspended within the shining lights of the parking lot lights. She shivered as she walked past the first row of vehicles and then the second, out of the relative comfort of the lights and further away from the music and ambient noise seeping out from the bar. She had parked in the furthest row earlier because of all the cars that had filled the lot when she and Meredith had arrived, but since they had been there, the second and third rows had diminished and her car now sat in solitude, the next closest at least five parking spots away.

Approaching her vehicle, she was putting her finger on the unlock button when she heard something that stopped her dead.

“Natalie.”

Her heart felt like it was being pulled up through her throat and she suddenly felt lightheaded. That deep, gruff voice like warm honey. She hadn’t imagined she would ever hear her name spoken by that voice ever again except, perhaps, to curse her.

She turned and there he was, charging towards her across the parking lot. She wasn’t sure what she had expected to see as far as emotion from Frankie, but the anger on his face was the last thing she imagined on his usually kind face. His brows were furrowed low over his eyes, his jaw clenched tightly, fists balled at his sides. His eyes seemed impossibly hollow and overflowing with hostility all at the same time as his heavy stride kicked up gravel and crunched loudly as he strode towards her.

“Frankie,” she said, her voice wavering a bit at the darkness in his face as he passed beneath the last parking lot light and continued his beeline towards her and her car. “It’s ok, I’m leaving. I didn’t know you were here...I should have figured. I remembered too late you guys come here sometimes and I-”

Before she could finish, the rest of the words along with her breath was ripped from her chest as he slammed her body back against the side of her car with his, his mouth on hers, pinning every single part of her between every single part of him and her car. His lips were desperate, hungry; it was sloppy...she could taste beer on his tongue as he shoved it into her mouth without hesitation,seeking and prodding, attacking her own. It was all so abrupt and so unlike her sweet, gentle Frankie that she did nothing for a moment. Then she felt a moan slip from somewhere deep within her and climb her throat, seeping into his mouth as her arms flung themselves around his neck.

He suddenly rutted his pelvis into hers, hard, eliciting another moan from her when she felt him stiff and solid beneath his jeans and now pressed against where she so desperately wanted him to be.

“Open the door.” He grunted against her mouth, never taking his lips away from hers, his tongue leaving its assault on her only as long as it took to form the words. Her brain couldn’t focus on anything other than his kiss and it took her several long moments to even realize that he had spoken. “Open the fucking door.” Once again mouthed against her lips, this time it was a command, guttural and growled, like nothing she had ever heard from him or anyone else before. Breathless, he ripped his tongue and lips away from her, but kept his hands gripped tightly on her hips, pressing his forehead to hers and closing his eyes as she fumbled with the key fob in her hand. The car’s headlights blipped, giving a soft ca-chug as the locks disengaged and in the next instant, he had ripped her away from the car, yanked the backseat door open behind her, and shoved her backwards inside.

Her bottom landed awkwardly on the seat and she bumped her head on something as she moved to right herself. She didn’t have time, though because Frankie was right behind her, looming over her and manhandling her further across the seat, hauling her legs into the car with one hand and slamming the door shut behind him with the other.

It was dark in the backseat without the parking lot lights in this row, but she could make out his face, grim and determined as he yanked one of her legs up forcefully around his hip and knocked the other wide and into the footwell, widening her legs so that he could crouch between them. She heard the distinct metallic clink of his belt buckle being undone, then almost immediately the pop of his button and soft shush of his zipper. She could feel the heat radiating off of him and she saw again that dark gleam in his eyes as he shoved her shoulders down, made her lie back with her neck and head propped uncomfortably against the opposite passenger door.

She wondered for a moment how much he had had to drink. Was that why he was being so aggressive? No, that couldn’t be it. She had been with him before when he’d had too much to drink. He got still and smiley and loved to put his face in her hair and sniff , or tangle their fingers together and make them dance on his stomach and chest while he sang a love song off key.

This wasn’t her Frankie.

This wasn’t the Frankie that had called her his angel and begged her not to send him away the last time she had seen him.

This wasn’t the Frankie that was always so caring and gentle and thoughtful and slow.

This wasn’t the Frankie that always whispered to her that she was beautiful when he was inside of her, that told her how he was so lucky she had chosen him, that made sure she was always comfortable.

This Frankie? This Frankie was something else entirely:

Dark.

Dangerous.

Angry.

And holy shit did she want him to fuck her.

His hands ripped at her skirt, pulling it high around her waist. He didn’t stop to remove her panties, merely shoved them to the side as he pulled himself from his jeans. He paused for just a moment, leaning over her, one hand next to her head on the seat holding himself up, the other hand gently tugging on his swollen cock. She gazed up into his face trying to see his eyes, but he kept his head angled downward, seemingly mesmerized by the pump of his hand hovering over her heat. She brought her hands up and twined them in his hair, uncovered now when his ball cap had been knocked from his head at some point. She reveled for a split second in the feel of the silky brown locks between her fingers and thought briefly of those lazy Saturdays when they had laid in bed reading or napping or talking, his head resting on her stomach and her fingers carding through this same soft hair. She felt him draw in a sharp breath at the touch and felt his body shudder. But he still refused to look at her.

She gathered more of his hair in her hands until she had two fist-fulls. She slowly tightened her grip, then gave a firm but insistent tug with both hands. His head finally lifted and she saw his eyes.

The hurt that she remembered from the last time was still there, raw and real as ever. Simmering below it was the darkness she had seen only a moment ago. Covering all of it was a thin sheen of desire that colored everything else. His eyes spoke to her clearly.

He wanted her. He knew that he shouldn’t want her. But he was going to have her.

And it was not going to be gentle. Or sweet. Or soft.

She nodded. Yes. Please.

Without warning, his eyes still locked with hers, he shoved himself inside of her with one hard push, fully seating himself. It was abrasive and she hissed as his dry cock entered her core without any type of preparation. She had only a split second to feel it though, before he yanked himself out, then back again, repeating the motion again and again. Thankfully, as he thrust in and out of her, her own wetness spread, easing some of the pain from his initial entry.

There were no sweet, breathless pants of pet names, no cries of affirmation. No calls to deities or lusty moans of pleasure. There was simply the ragged sound of both of them breathing heavily in the small space, an occasional quiet gasp lighting the air. The muffled sounds of his denim clad hips smacking into her naked thighs and ass drowned out most everything else. His pace was manic and he rammed his hips into hers over and over so hard she imagined she would for sure have bruises on her hips tomorrow. She squeezed her eyes shut more than once against the sharpness of his thrusts, trying not to cry out in pain. It hurt a little, but the fact that it was Frankie made her want to sob with pleasure. He pressed his forehead into the door behind her head, his breath puffing into her ear with each hard thrust and she snaked her arms up his back and shoulders the way she had always done, digging her nails forcefully into her skin along the way, making him hiss. She whispered his name into his ear.

“Frankie…”

He yanked his head up, his eyes flashing with anger again and moved one hand from her hips to her throat. He squeezed...hard, and she panicked for a moment. This had never happened before. She had never been afraid of him before but for an instant she was as she felt her windpipe close beneath his hand. She knew...she had never asked for details, but she knew...Frankie had killed people before, that he was capable...she had no doubt he could snap her neck right here in her own car if he wanted to. But just as the thought entered her brain he released his grip, but kept his hand firmly wrapped around her throat. He buried his face back next to her ear, growling and spitting out words between each powerful thrust of his hips.

“Shut up. Don’t say my fucking name. Don’t say anything. Just shut up. Shut the fuck up.”

His voice was dark, but she heard the desperation lacing the edges.

This was only for this moment. This was nothing past the inside of this car.

Frankie needed to feel her, needed to get off. This frantic, off-limits, out of control act of violently fucking his ex in the backseat of her car was not something he wanted to be doing. But the alternative-what he had chosen in the past, before Natalie-would ruin any slim chance there might be of ever getting this woman back if again.

He could have found someone else; a warm body. It wouldn’t have been that hard...some willing woman in a bar on any given night. But he couldn’t make that choice, either. He couldn’t find peace in someone that wasn’t her...because no one else could make him feel at peace and whole the way she could. His angel.

So, rather than hold her close and tell her he loved her and worship her body and bring her to ecstasy over and over and over again, here he was treating her like a cheap fuck, pretending that she wasn’t the woman he loved; the woman that had broken his heart. And he couldn’t pretend when she was breathing his name into his ear.

Without any words, without him having to explain any of that, Natalie understood.

He thrust into her once more...twice...three more times, each seemingly harder than the last and then he let out a cry filled with desperation and sadness as he spilled himself inside of her. Tears welled in his eyes as he felt himself twitching inside of her, the familiar feeling of her walls cradling him nearly sending those tears pouring down his face. He felt his stomach turn to water and his neck began to burn with shame. He hated that he hadn’t taken time to get her off, that she had read his need and had willingly let him take her, allowed him to be selfish.

He hated himself.

He pulled himself out of her slick heat, practically kicking the car door open and tucking himself back into his jeans as he stepped out of the vehicle. He couldn’t look her in the eye. Without a word, he turned and walked away from her car, crossing the parking lot as fast as he could, climbing into his beat up old pickup and peeling away. Natalie still lay breathless in the backseat as she heard the roar of his truck engine, the door of her car still wide open, her legs splayed and her skirt hiked up to her waist, his cum dripping from inside of her and pooling onto the seat beneath her.

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Later, when she pulled into her driveway, she realized she had no idea where her purse was. She remembered she had had it in her hand when Frankie had kissed her. Without looking, she reached behind the front passenger seat and grasped blindly into the footwells until her hand knocked against something solid. She grabbed it and realized immediately it wasn’t her purse, but she couldn’t identify it. When she brought her hand forward to examine the item, she stopped breathing.

It was Frankie’s baseball cap.

Clutching it to her chest, she felt herself shatter into a million pieces. She caught a whiff of Frankie: his shampoo, his cologne, the sweat from his brow.

She buried her face into the cap and sobbed.

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#pedro pascal fanfiction #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales x ofc #Triple Frontier

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gildalilli · 5 years

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Fics that are good

by ‘good’ i mean ‘i like them and have unquestionable taste, therefore they are good.’ sorted arbitrarily into nonsense categories that only make sense to me because it’s what aziraphale would have wanted.

Wide range of interests and plots! All very feel good! Even if it is tagged as angst, I have an extremely low angst threshold which means it was handled in a graceful way in the fic. If I already follow the tumblr of an author, I have tagged them. Please let me know of anyone else I need to tag.

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+ = favourite % = just friends in this one, possibly with romantic tension ^ = pre 2019, based on book

Dabbling In The Occult Is A Fun Way To Spend A Family Evening: Fics that involve humans playing with occult forces. Zira and Crowley end up entangled in their antics.

Lot Thirty Seven - The Vault (15347 words) by AceOfShadows Whump, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort - PG - +, % Heaven and hell want the ineffable idiots to find and destroy occult objects that find their way into human hands. [Spoiler] Zira is taken hostage by the collector as the ultimate occult object. [/spoiler] After shenanigans at a dodgy auction house specializing in such objects, Crowley takes revenge and saves the day after Zira goes missing.

I’m not an angst loving gal, but all of the angst in this fic is perfectly balanced in the form of narrative tension rather than just hurting both audience and characters for the sake of suffering. A+ antagonist oc, I couldn’t put this one down.

One Golden Glance (it's a kind of magic) (3255 words) by Chrononautical Fluff and Humor - G Zira bursts in heroically to save Crowley only to find him drinking with the college students who were dicking around with summoning circles. They’re married in this one.

The Devil Went Down to Georgia (8445 words) by ImprobableDreams900 Historical - G - %^ Now Crowley went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal, cause he was in a bind and way behind and he was willing to make a deal.

About time Zira saves Crowley’s ass and not the other way around.

Silly In A Good Way

Blame It on the Goose (19434 words) by almaasi Fluff, Feel-good - G + Untitled Goose Game Human AU. Ex-criminal Crowley moves to quiet village next to Aziraphale, a retired principal. After Crowley finds himself nude in Aziraphale’s house due to his clothes being stolen, they team up to catch the culprit who is wreaking havoc all over town. It also serves as a good excuse to spend time together.

Getting A Wiggle On (7293 words) By @kedreeva Fluff, Feel-good (G) + Based on that text post about Crowley trying to prank Aziraphale with fake snake eggs but it backfiring when Zira miracles them into real ones.

Acts of Service (3072 words) by die_traumerei Fluff (T) Everyone thinks that Aziraphale is Crowley’s sugar daddy.

Something So Precious (4276 words) by freyjawriter24 Fluff - (G) Anolther one based on a post. “Aziraphale and Crowley are both adopted by two different groups of little old ladies who bake and knit together. Eventually the groups come together and realise their 'lovely young men' know each other, so they conspire to get the two together. “

Pining Artists

These two fics coincidentally have the same plot but from different POV. They complement each other perfectly in terms of being able to ask “But what if it was the other way around??” Highly recommend reading them both!

Plot: Over the years, one ineffable husband has taken to expressing their yearning/seemingly unrequited love through a creative outlet. After one ineffable husband leaves the south downs cottage for a brief period to run errands in London, the huge backlog of art is discovered when curiosity gets the better of the one at home. Cue awkward confessions of discovery and passionate unions when the other returns.

Aziraphale the poet: Foolish Principality by Seashadows and WikdSushi (6686 words) Rated M, + The imagery and poetry is stunning in this I cannot recommend it enough.

Crowley the artist: Secret About a Secret by theheartbelieves (5898 words) Rated M It gets sexy; strap in fellas.

Venice

I just like venice fics. If you know more please tell me.

Sticks and Stones (26369 words) by LieutenantLiv / @justkeeptrekkin Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn - T - +

The Casanova crossover we all wanted after David Tennant starred in the BBC miniseries. At the request of Casanova himself, Crowley impersonates Casanova to try and get over his feelings for Aziraphale but finds himself in too deep after tiring of the charade. Zira shows up and helps him get out of the sticky situation.

That Time In Venice (6603 words) by @chamyl Straight Up Pornography (With Feelings) (Also, I will say if your taste in smut is ‘sweet but sexy’ any of their fics hit the spot.) “Crowley comes to Aziraphale’s rescue, helping him get into his costume before the masquerade. Except he’ll end up helping with a little more than that.”

#fic recs #good omens #ineffable husbands #gomens

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doctorhawke · 4 years

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all six of my oc hawkes in one big thing, i have an au where they are all a big happy family and run amok in kirkwall

below the cut theres “brief” bios for them all (including their names because my renditions of their handwriting might not be very legible) and a little chart showing more insight into their personality makeup

all the ages are from act 1, after a year in kirkwall, relative to carver and bethany’s 20 (fyi they both survive in this au and both become grey wardens. cannot IMAGINE that any of these hawkes would let one of their littlest siblings fight an ogre 1v1 when theres literally eight of them lmfao they tag team it like they do everything)

steve hawke- he/him, age 27, adopted by the hawkes at 8. steve is a mage, a healer, and a pacifist. as such when there are fights he will focus on incapacitating enemies without harming them (force magic and mind blast comes in handy) and especially on supporting the team through healing. he’s gay and immediately takes to anders, mainly because he spends a lot of time helping in his clinic.

he strongly believes in mage rights especially as malcolm imparted a lot of responsibility on him towards his younger mage siblings, nyx and bethany. he’s protective and a bit of a worrier, though as time goes on in kirkwall he becomes more and more exhausted, and starts to cope through making light of things. post-game, he and anders are on the run.

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kit hawke- he/him, age 24, bio kid, and a dual-wielding rogue. he’s bold, charming, and a bit of a pessimist- all of which kirkwall amplifies by virtue of being a crazy fucking city. kit is also pretty business minded and usually spearheads bone pit related shenanigans. varric (who deeply cares for all the hawkes of course) immediately takes to him and the two are inseparable.

kit is bi, and likes to have fun, though over time he falls for both isabela and fenris, and over time the three get together and become the most impressive trio you ever saw. all kit’s siblings are kind of like “are you serious dude, we have a limited number of friends and you end up with two of them? what about the rest of us” but considering the amount of drama and heartbreak kit undergoes over the years in relation to his love life, they all kind of figure he’s earned the happy ending. post-game the three of them become pirates on isabela’s ship and free slaves in between tracking down hidden treasure or whatever it is that pirates do, and they eventually have adorable baby twins.

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syl hawke- she/her, age 26, bio kid but only leandra’s, she actually is varric’s half sibling (though she does NOT know this and the sibling rivalry that develops upon them meeting is incomprehensible to the both of them). so syl is the shortest of the bunch, and looks a lot more like varric and bartrand than kit, carver, or bethany, despite them all being related.

syl’s the only warrior of the group (other than carver- a dynamic duo), fights with hammers exclusively, and has a tendency to be super intense. she doesn’t really get humor at all, in the rare case that she accidentally makes a joke and people laugh she assumes they’re laughing AT her. she’s also very shoot first and ask questions later, and the only hawke more protective than steve is. her big sister energy is off the charts and she’s prepared to kill any templar that so much as looks at her family. as such she’s staunchly pro-mage.

she’s a lesbian and has massive game despite not really being any good at flirting- it’s probably her sheer intensity. she and isabela have a brief fling, tallis is very taken with her, and she has a rivalry-fueled sexual tension with aveline for ages (the long road is a VERY fun quest to play through with syl). however she was always very supportive of and close with merrill and eventually the two fall in love. once they’re together they’re insanely sweet and have mega chemistry and i love them so fucking much. post-game they’re forced to leave kirkwall but end up living in the denerim alienage.

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lith hawke- she/her, age 25, adopted by the hawkes at 9 along with her twin nyx. an archer rogue, with speed taking precedence over power or precision. lith is a lot to take in okay. she’s the only one who’s pro-templar in the group, and is a rabid andrastian. back home in lothering her chantry beliefs were instrumental in keeping her family safe, as she not only knew every templar by name (as the whole family did) but also is endlessly trustworthy to them and to all the chantry sisters and mothers. countless times a templar might have come calling to take away one of her siblings or her father, but was dissuaded by lith- after all, little lith hawke would NEVER help hide apostates, right?

she supports her siblings because she believes that in the end their souls will be saved. (the only thing that freaks her out more than nyx’s blood magic is when syl casually drops that she’s thinking about converting to merrill’s religion.) she doesn’t trust mages if they aren’t related to her, and always advocates for the circle when given the chance. she’s best friends with fenris and they hang out a lot, more and more as the years pass. since merrill and anders both move into the hawke estate (which was already a bit of a circus, can you imagine the chaos?) lith finds herself more and more outnumbered ideologically and often escapes to fenris’ mansion for some quiet.

during the endgame, she sides against her family and the mages. she basically has a villainous breakdown. she helps them kill meredith and once it’s revealed that meredith had been influenced by the lyrium idol, lith’s whole worldview is pretty much shattered. post-game she leaves the city and seeks out her cousin, ash amell (i have eight wardens so im not going to get into this but basically my amell and my cousland (eve) are in a gay throuple with leliana and its dope as all hell). spending time with ash, eve, and leliana is very healing for her, but all her siblings assume she’s dead and she doesn’t see them for years after kirkwall.

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nyx hawke- they/them, age 25, adopted by the hawkes at 9 along with their twin lith. nyx is the blood mage of the group, and is an absolute icon quite frankly. they’re very chaotic, and especially close with kit, merrill, and isabela. nyx has a ton of fun fighting, and they and syl make an especially good team in combat. nyx always looks up to syl and its very sweet, and syl is the only one in the family who never once messed up nyx’s pronouns (everyone is very good about this of course, and by kirkwall its a non-issue, but even lith slipped up once or twice early on).

they have very noodly arms because they’ve never had to worry about fighting hand to hand when running out of mana, because of the blood magic. this leads to quite a bit of teasing but tbh they pull it off. nyx is bi and has a thing with isabela for a short while but in the end they’re better as best friends.

nyx and lith are very close. they’re often perfectly in sync when doing things, especially in combat, and have that twin esp thing going on which can get spooky at times. however they also bicker a lot, and obviously clash on ideology pretty much constantly. though this is the norm nyx always assumed they would have each other’s backs no matter what when it came down to the nitty gritty, and lith’s betrayal during the endgame is really heartbreaking for them.

over the years anders and nyx do a lot of collaborating when it comes to mage rights. they help him polish his manifesto, and smuggle mages out of the gallows. the only real reason nyx isn’t brought into the loop on the chantry explosion was a mixtures of anders’ crushing guilt and his knowledge that if he told nyx and not steve, steve would be really hurt. (however he couldn’t tell steve because he didn’t want the deaths to be on steve’s conscience- anders knows he definitely would have helped if it came down to that). post-game nyx goes on to be one of the leaders of the mage rebellion.

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lou hawke- he/him, age 22, adopted by the hawkes at 10. hes a cowboy and i love him. an archer rogue, he prioritizes powerful firing over speed or precision. he’s a massive sweetheart, terminally polite, and has massive ears that he’s self-conscious of and tries to cover with his hair. however whenever his hair gets long enough to cover them leandra starts poking and prodding him to get a trim and he’s always too soft to refuse for long, beginning the cycle again (and after leandra is murdered he always keeps his hair to her liking- he gets weepy if it grows too long). he’s the only hawke i’ve drawn without his in-game outfit because this fucking game doesn’t have cowboy hats or cute shirts with tassles and i do what i want.

lou also plays instruments, he’s got a guitar and a harmonica and plays the piano passably. he IS the piano man in the eyes of the hanged man’s patrons. sing us a song, they tell him, etc. he manages ten minutes of harmonica in the deep roads, citing excellent acoustics, until anders tells him to stop because the darkspawn will hear. when the hawkes get rich lou buys a horse and goes for morning rides out on the wounded coast.

lou is bi, and runs around for years with a massive crush on isabela but that doesn’t exactly work out. he ends up with jethann (theres a lot of lore here but suffice it to say its extremely tender) and post-game they leave kirkwall and end up owning a ranch not far outside denerim. lou hires lots of farmhands that end up looking to him as a father figure and its super sweet, and jethann refuses to do manual labor.

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this got insanely long i am SO sorry flkjsdlkgjlkcxjglsfkd

feel free to send any asks relating to them because i really love this family so much and could talk about them forever dlfskjlxcjglskd if you couldnt tell from this diatribe

#six fanarts #six fanarts challenge #dragon age #dragon age 2 #custom hawke #hawke #steve hawke #kit hawke #syl hawke #lith hawke #nyx hawke #lou hawke #extended hawke family au #my art #my posts #oc lore

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enberlight · 4 years

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Have you answered this one yet? You met your husband HOW?

Ok. So. This is a wonderfully convoluted one that goes back, potentially, before some of y'all reading this were born.

But I'll try to keep it simple

Thing is, if any one of these things hadn't happened, I wouldn't have Hub or our kids.

Back in 1997, I overheard one of my friends make an offhand remark that he watched Sailor Moon. We were Juniors in High School (11th grade, ~17). I thought it was kinda absurd that he watched a magical girl show, but I respected and admired him (mad artistic and creative talent), so I didn't make fun of him.

Instead, the next time Cartoon Network aired an episode, I watched it. IT WAS SO DUMB. It was the amusement park ep with the bratty love triangle between Rei, Serena, and Darien. I am not fond of that trope and was not impressed.

But... months later, boredom won, and I lucked into seeing the show from the start. And... after The Reveal? I WAS DOOMED. As much as I dislike Fated Destiny pairings, Lil Teenage Me was like OH NO. OH WOW. Also I liked the music...

1999. College Dorm room. ETHERNET. Senshi.TV website that had all of the episodes and movies starting from S3 (plus the ones cut or heavily edited from the S1 & S2 American dub). Hello late nights, web circles, fan theories, and so much BETTER music. I managed to slowly dig most of the anime related songs off the net (WITHOUT P2P) in a time when getting imports was impossible. I annoyed the hell out of the people on my hall belting them out.

Gundam Wing was airing on CN then too so of course I dug up that soundtrack as well. I nearly wrote fic for that show...

2000. It was hard to find high quality music online and I moaned about that to a guy in the computer lab. (Sidenote, turns out he had a crush on me and kept trying to date me years later.) He showed me Audiogalaxy, a music sharing hub that was... mostly legal? It had pages for artists, genres, and shows. Those pages had a list of available songs others on the forum had, and you could stream and download them. Hello, high quality all the anime soundtracks.

I became a resident of the Gundam Wing Message Board. Turns out, rather than talking about the show, that frontpage was a portal into Roleplay threads. And not just for the show. For... messes of original settings hodgepodged together from disparate time and tech periods, with canon characters and OCs from every popular anime at the time.

I met Hub there!

He was only there because he'd lucked into a free computer from his last job that went out of business.

I online dated another guy from the forum for a while. We broke up, everyone who shipped us was SO DISAPPOINTED, I made another account to get some peace.

Oops, fell for Hub on that alt. While being friends with him on my main.

YES, you read that right. I started dating my husband, online, under a false identity while wingmanning for myself from my main account that he already knew.

SHENANIGANS!

I did reveal to him, then later our other friends. There was much WTF but no horrid fallout, whew. (I hadn't planned on that account getting popular??)

And then the RIAA killed P2P and Audiogalaxy, our group made a mini exodus to my own forum, and he move in with me IRL in 2005.

We got married a few years later and we've been stuck as one since, because of Sailor Moon, Gundam Wing, Sad Rabid Shippers, and a free computer.

If this sounds like an AU, well, they can actually happen XD

#enber answers #jamiehascateyes #enber life #enber fam #i stg my life is a giant fanfic trope

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alteredphoenix · 4 years

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Phoenix Down (Tentative Title)(BnHA/WoW X-Over)(Hawks-centric)(WIP)

Warning: Spoilers for the latest BnHA manga chapters and Shadowlands abound, but the latter is light and takes place prior to Legion (when the Machine of Death breaks), so no Sylvanas shenanigans here.

A/N: When I started reading BnHA, it was to see how the story unfolded after I dropped it fifteen chapters when it was around 100 or so. I took an interest in the Deku-Bakugou dynamics, and kept going.

Then I met Hawks, and now I’m only reading it for him. He’s the reason why I’m not spamming Warcraft GIFs at the moment.

OTOH, I caught up at the worst possible time with the short hiatus that happened after 277, and while the War Arc is interesting I really just want to see how it caps off and segues into the next arc’s developments. Which means I’ve no choice but to wait for Hawks - or “Birdman Jim” as I like to call him (”Chickenman Stan” is another) - to recover and probably die, without his wings.

So in the meantime, I wanted to write a fic to get my mind off things and with the concept of something that I, as a reader, would want to find interesting and want to read. So I started two, but I’m not a fan of writing fics where the arc is still ongoing and eventually debunks fanon interpretations and predictions so the first one I began - which would’ve involved Hawks surviving but with a newfound fear of fire (because fuck you, Dabi) - is currently shelved. I also don’t like shipping Hawks with Dabi or Endeavor or any of the League of Villains, so that left me with two options: do a Hawks/OC fic (I will admit I have somewhat warmed to the idea, so I have no right to knock on those stories anymore) or a crossover with WoW.

Naturally, I picked the WoW x-over fic where I yeet Keigo’s soul to the Shadowlands and deal with the fallout of the judgment the Kyrian Covenant passes onto him. Because he’s not angsty enough, so let’s make him angst even more!

And then, he wakens, to the toll of a bell fading in the distance.

And then, another, rising in crescendo, resonates in the air, soon falls away.

His vision is blurred beyond recognition. He can’t blink, can’t breathe.

“What’s going on? Where am I?” Keigo wants to say, but the words don’t come out. He looks around, but it’s pointless: everywhere he looks, it’s a sea of swirling, cotton ball blue in an even larger area of star-studded darkness that stretches away from him, into eternity. A bright dot on the horizon that steadily grows the deeper he—swims? flies?--toward it, like the opening intro of a pre-Advent movie.

Keigo looks down at himself, and the blue shifts with him. No hands, no feet, no wings, an amorphous mass.

He shouts. “What—What is this?! What happened to my—?!”

“You are dead, as are we all.”

He turns, as much as he can turn without a body, in the direction of the voice. Part of the mass drifts away from the river of souls and comes up beside him. Within those clouds there is a face—maybe man, maybe woman, maybe both. Staring at it is like watching an analog TV set trying to adjust the screen to stillness with no luck, leaving this person, or an amalgamation of sorts, to regard him with static snow and wavering CCTV scan lines.

“Dead?” Keigo echoes. “No...No, I can’t be. Tokoyami saved me. I remember”— the seismic rocking of the assault outside, the blood spurting from Bubaigawara’s neck as he stumbled out of the room, the smug smile on Dabi’s face as the weight of his secrets settled, Tokoyami vaulting over the railing—”He can fly. I trust him.”

“Yet here you are,” the soul tells him. “Your friend did the best he could. Perhaps you have, too.”

Would he have a mouth, Keigo would open it, and would he have one he would snap it shut and wince. Feel the sting in his heart at Bubaigawara’s smile, his laughter, his tears and the betrayal written in his bloodshot eyes, the power of his Quirk welling up around him as his doubles formed.

—You call yourself a hero?—

Keigo already knows the answer to that.

He’s quiet a long time before he speaks again. “I hope they stopped them,” he says, quiet. “I hope they won and survived.”

“Hope is all you can ask for.”

“Yeah.” A pause. “So. I guess this is it, huh? Looks like we’re on a one-way ticket to Heaven.”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“We’re going to the Shadowlands.”

“...The Shadowlands?” Keigo muses. “Then I guess we’re going to Hell. Makes sense.” If only he could smile.

The blue cloud is silent. Then, a little timidly, maybe a little fearfully: “I hope not. I’ve heard the stories, from many different cultures. Of ancestral hunting grounds and a paradise bathed in light. I don’t know which one is true and which one is fantasy. But I hope it’s not the Hell I’ve heard the most.”

“Only one way to find out, right?”

“For better or worse, it’s our only recourse.”

The dot has gotten larger, brighter; he, his companion, and everyone among the mass would be rendered blind under different circumstances. Yet blind or not, there’s a warmth—or rather, more of a sensation of warmth—that reaches out to them with invisible hands, and with each soul a finger touches sends a knowing throughout their being.

His friend illuminates, a wink of light at their center that sets what appear to be electric sparks inside them. They sigh and seems to slow down, though they stay by his side at a pace that gives him the impression that they are gliding on a wind only they can feel. “Oh,” they croon. Then, with more emotion: “Oh. How...wonderful. Can you feel it, friend?”

Keigo feels nothing at first, only the emptiness of disembodiment. He wants to say that perhaps the Shadowlands is different for everyone. Perhaps his companion is a candidate for Heaven, a person of good deed and moral character. Perhaps that is why they feel good about their warmth, and this is how the thought circles back to him with sharp, visceral dread. I’ve already felt it before, he wants to tell them. I know where I’m bound for. I’m not a hero. This is what I deserve—

That’s when it touches him, and the universe falls away and spreads before him all at once. It is not the agony of Dabi’s blue fire that devours his wings to skeletal branches or the rough kicks that reduce them to smoking tinder. It is not the coy, cruel titillation of the wind on his face that Tokoyami soars through to deliver him to his death.

No. This warmth is...soft. Gentle. Like the breeze that blows through the cherry blossoms in that April bloom, after the winter frost has long since passed. Like the night, wings outspread and carrying him above Japan’s glittering high rises and traffic-jammed streets. The first taste of coffee that goes down his throat with sweet, sinful pleasure.

It is—

“What is this?” Keigo—Hawks—asks. Everything he sees, feels, hears come back to him, not in a rush but with the incremental trundling of a subway car making that long, sleepy trip down the tunnel before it reemerges onto into the dark. It spreads over him, into him, fills him with the submersion of water without the discomfort of drowning. It is the wind beneath him, and nothing hurts. No flames to consume utterly and completely, no scars to ruin him forever, no war to damn him, no Commission to tell him to turn a blind eye—only the memory of those in the know of the sacrifice he paid in mud and blood would live on, beyond him.

All for the best.

“Peace,” his friend says. “It’s peace.”

“Oh,” he says, and thinks, So that’s what this is.

It is wonderful.

The warmth prods him with quiet insistence.

Hawks welcomes it, embraces it, and flies.

#bnha #bnha hawks #takami keigo #world of warcraft #wow: shadowlands #phoenix down (fic)#fanfiction #mywriting

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dspre · 4 years

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for the most recent ask meme, do you mind doing it for all of the ones you’ve spoken about? i would like to learn more about them all

Oof. I don’t mind; I love yelling about these nerds, but oof. That’ll be... Eth, Zab, Rome, Slava, Milagre, Iridian, Ellix, Sunny, and Milena (I was going to do Orlando and Anaheim as a bonus, but I couldn’t come up with good answers for them. Also not including Kaio, Aino, or Nikola, since I’ve mentioned their names but haven’t really said anything abt them, or Hazeldine, who I forgot to mention in the OCs I need to talk about more.)

Eth:

Strength: quick to adapt to new situations and circumstances

Weakness: doesn’t put work into interpersonal relationships, comes off as incredibly abrasive and hostile at first

Random fact: I have no idea where I came up with her name, but in-universe she tried to introduce herself as Beth around a new group of people and misspoke, then rolled with it until she decided she liked Eth better anyway (her full name is Elizabeth)

Zab:

Strength: cheerful even in the face of adversity, an unshakable optimist

Weakness: has a hard time seeing the big picture of anything, trying her best but mostly just doing what she’s told, fine in everyday interactions but has poor communication skills regarding deeper subjects

Random fact: gonna retcon previous statements here and say her hair is naturally ash brown, but she dyes it a wide variety of colors (although usually only one at a time)

Rome:

Strength: just keeps getting up and keeping on going no matter what

Weakness: very little sense of self except as a tool for the final battle

Random fact: [I can’t think of anything particularly interesting that isn’t spoilery, sorry]

Slava:

Strength: very good at noticing small details and figuring out how they play into larger events, also a hella good secret keeper

Weakness: (so many, honestly, but) has a well-defined in-group, and is often apathetic toward people who are not in it

Random fact: teaching Chronomancy in an effort to revive the practice and provide skilled observers and protectors of the main timeline, keeps in close touch with many of its previous students

Milagre:

Strength: friendly and sociable, a good listener, makes others feel included and appreciated

Weakness: she’s a huge doormat and hardly does anything of her own accord without outside influence

Random fact: has a pair of yellow boots that she is very proud of, they have black stripes down the outside and don’t match anything she owns but she wears them every day, they were one of her first quest rewards

Iridian:

Strength: has a strong sense of who she is and that she’s doing the right thing, makes decisions and stands by them including taking responsibility if they turn out badly

Weakness: tries too hard to project a tough persona, and ends up being seen as unapproachable and alienating people

Random fact: one of the only characters who has had the same name since I first came up with her, also is distantly related to Eth through time travel shenanigans that may or may not ever be brought up in-story

Ellix:

Strength: likes being helpful and can get things done quickly if they’re important or interesting, has a wide social circle and always “knows a guy” for any given situation

Weakness: so incredibly scatterbrained, has way too much on his plate at any given time and doesn’t know how to say no to people, terrible at budgeting and often finds he’s bought so many craft supplies he can’t afford things he needs

Random fact: has a huge collection of pimped-out canes in every imaginable color scheme, almost all with copious amounts of glitter

Sunny:

Strength: assumes the best of people unless proven otherwise, hardworking and doing their best to figure out how to be the hero, would never let a friend or ally get hurt or left behind

Weakness: has difficulty dealing with setbacks and uneven odds, hides the stress they’re under until they break down over it, has trouble asking for the emotional and sometimes material support they need because they think they should be able to do things all on their own

Random fact: their actual name is much longer and less pronounceable to English-speakers, but part of it roughly translates as “Sunny,” and they would rather be called that than have people mangle it all the time

Milena:

Strength: confronts her problems head-on as soon as they appear instead of waiting for them to get worse (learned this the hard way)

Weakness: has a hard time trusting anybody, sometimes lashes out at people who are trying to help her

Random fact: lives a double life as the wife of a noble and a secret member of the time police, wears colored contacts to hide her red eyes

OTPs:

Eth/Sabrina Greenstar (they date for a while, but eventually break up amicably and decide to just be friends, I ship it cause it’s cute and they’re just really nice together even though it doesn’t work out)

Eth/Milagre (never happens, but I like the idea)

Eth/Orlando (bad, would not approve of irl but I find the dynamic interesting, also is not explicitly romantic but is definitely more intimate than friendship)

Slava/Milena (also bad, also do not approve of, never happens, this is entirely one-sided on Slava’s part but it’s a viewpoint character and I get way too far into its head sometimes)

Sunny/Ben (I haven’t talked about Ben and would prefer not to field asks about her, but she’s the second of the three Designated Heroes)

BROTPs:

Eth & Milagre

Milagre & Hazeldine (cousins)

Ellix & Kaio

Kinisy & Medenda (I don’t even know who these people are, I just know they’re really good friends, PvP champions, and live on Unicorn Way)

I swear I have more but a lot of them are OC & CC and I don’t want to talk about those before I write the story bc people get weird abt it

Also I’m way more of a plot person than a character person so non-plot-relevant OCs mostly haven’t been developed yet, but I promise everyone has relationships with people other than the MC

NOTPs:

Eth/Iridian (see above where I said they’re related)

Iridian/anyone tbh (she’s aro)

Slava/Milena (bad, Milena would not be okay with this)

Slava/Cyrus Drake (I only mention this because I feel like it’s going to be misconstrued since I introduce them in the same scene, but anyway this is very very no for a whole hell of a lot of reasons)

#they're not headcanons if they're for my ocs #my head is already where they live #they're just canon #also i forgot to mention this in the original reblog but #i am not chill with sharing any information on what music i listen to #sorry bout that #i'm gonna shower and then send you an ask back #i've kinda been. having a time #worrying about health issues #not virus related ones #also watching all of rwby

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bitchesofostwick · 5 years

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oc meme info: aurelia hawke

tagged by @caffeinated-mabari (but i just got another tag too so i’m gonna do one for emilia shortly). i tagged a bunch of people when i did ellinor’s so i’ll just say that anyone who wants to do this can say i tagged them!

BASICS

full name: aurelia hawke

gender: woman

sexuality: she isn’t sure so neither am i

family: malcolm and leandra hawke, her parents (both dead). carver hawke (died escaping lothering). bethany hawke (whereabouts unknown after the circles broke).

pronouns: she/her

OTHER

birthplace: somewhere near amaranthine, 9:07 dragon

job(s): before being champion of kirkwall? she would’ve served the kingdom of ferelden as a spy during the blight. once she ended up in kirkwall, she joined up with the lowdown thieves until she made it big with the deep roads expedition. now she’s a bit of a runaway outlaw and to be honest she doesn’t mind that.

phobias: drowning. she’s fine along a beach, sailing’s a bit iffy, but she can’t swim. at all.

guilty pleasures: drinking, getting into drunken shenanigans with isabela, harassing anyone with legal authority.

hobbies: all of her guilty pleasures are her hobbies. she doesn’t exactly feel “guilty” doing them.

MORALS

morality alignment: chaotic neutral (leaning toward good though). not that she ever does anything malicious, but she can get a little carried away when it comes to recklessness, anger, etc.

bad qualities: she’s a bit of an emotional trainwreck–she wants to be this BAMF all the time, but when some things don’t work in her favor, she can be very thrown off by it. she’s reckless and brash and often uncouth.

good qualities: fiercely loyal to her friends. always willing to stand up for those who can’t fight for themselves. she always wants to do the right thing, even if the way she goes about it can be questionable.

THIS OR THAT?

introvert / extrovert

organized / disorganized

close-minded / open-minded

calm / anxious / restless

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient

outspoken / reserved

leader / follower / flexible

empathetic / unempathetic

optimistic / pessimistic / realistic (a mix of both)

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / unmotivated

RELATIONSHIPS

OTP: aurelia x fenris. listen. i will die for this rivalmance. in fact, they are the king and the queen of the rivalmance. there’s no hatred involved here. this isn’t “angst sex/no feelings.” they are two people who’ve been through hell and back and rarely agree on anything but would commit murder for the other. no one understands aurelia better than fenris and vice versa. fight me over this ship, i love them so much.

acceptable ships: aurelia x isabela, aurelia x varric

OT3: aurelia x isabela x fenris

BroTPs: aurelia + isabela, aurelia + varric, aurelia + ellinor (even if she does do a spit take when she finds out she’s dating cullen smh)

NOTPs: aurelia x cullen (she is civil around him, but she does not forgive what happened in kirkwall’s circle and the fact that bethany has been missing ever since as a result of the circles breaking)

#aurelia #tag game

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septembriseur · 6 years

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FRIENDS. As you may know, I’ve been doing this remix project where I write an alternative version of defunct author cleanwhiteroom’s Stargate Universe fic Force over Distance. This remix has everything: psychic bond, posthumanism, M-theory, enemies to lovers, an AI that sometimes looks like Daniel Jackson and sometimes like John Sheppard, an ancient alien form of proto-Latin that I’m conlanging up...

Have you thought: MAN, I wish I could read this remix, but unfortunately I have never read nor will I ever in ten million years read this fic? GOOD NEWS: I am now writing from the beginning, so you can read along without any prior knowledge!

Have you thought: MAN, I wish I could read this fic, but unfortunately I am not a Stargate Universe fan (IS ANYONE), GOOD NEWS: you don’t have to be— especially because the fic is quite divergent from the show. Here is a complete guide to the important characters and concepts, for anyone who might be interested in joining me on this posthumanist psychic bond ancient alien journey:

The concept of Stargate Universe is that a ragtag bunch of humans are gated onto a million-year-old Ancient spaceship that is constantly traveling through a region of space impossibly distant from Earth. To understand that, you have to understand both the idea of a stargate (a magic circle that you “dial” to create a wormhole through space that transports you to another planet) and the Ancients (literally Ancient Aliens who looked like humans and interbred with humans and AS PART OF A PLOT TO CAUSE MY EARLY DEATH THROUGH STROKE spoke Latin-ish, and who were super technologically advanced and were responsible for the stargates and the city of Atlantis). A long time ago the Ancients died of a plague, and those who didn’t die figured out how to ascend (transform themselves into pure energy in order to exist on another plane).

The Destiny (the million-year-old Ancient spaceship) is reachable only by dialing a Very Special nine-chevron stargate address. Because of this, the secret Earth Air Force program responsible for the stargates established a base called Icarus (GREAT WORK GUYS! A+ NAMING!) on a planet they could use for fuel to dial the address. However, the base was attacked by evil space empire the Lucian Alliance just as Nicholas Rush figured out how to do the dialing. Rather than evacuate everyone to Earth or another location, Rush decided to dial the nine-chevron address rather than lose his chance to do so. That meant everyone who evacuated got stuck on Destiny, because they had no way to dial home. Their only contact with Earth is through the Ancient communication stones, a set of magic rocks that, because the Stargate writers don’t understand that Cartesian Dualism Is Bad, can switch a person’s consciousness with a person at the other end of the device on Earth.

Characters:

Nicholas Rush (Robert Carlyle): Rush is a surly Glaswegian mathematician who is constantly engaged in about thirty-seven secret plots at any one time. He tragically suffers from Dead Wife Syndrome, a serious disorder afflicting men on our TV sets. His wife, Gloria, was a concert violinist who died of cancer. For a while, Destiny’s computer was appearing to him as her. One time Colonel Young left Rush on an alien planet for dead after Rush framed him for murder. Then Rush got picked up by the Nakai, who put him a wetsuit (good work, guys) and tortured him (bad work, guys) until he escaped (good work, Nick).

Everett Young (Louis Ferreira): Young is “”in charge”” of the Destiny, except for when people are trying to mutiny against him. His principal character trait is Military Guy. He split up with his wife, Emily, after having an affair with TJ, but then they kind of got back together, but then Telford split them up again, and oh my god this plotline was so stupid that remembering it is sending me into a coma. Also this one time Young had to mercy-kill the wounded Hunter Riley, As Men Do.

Tamara “TJ” Johansen (Alaina Huffman): an Air Force medic who ended up being de facto doctor on the Destiny. She was pregnant with Young’s child (a daughter she was planning to call Carmen), but then either miscarried OR something spooky and mysterious transported the baby to another dimension and oh my god I thought I had come out of my coma but it was just a dream and I am in hell. She also found out through time shenanigans that she is going to develop ALS in the future and die from it.

David Telford (Lou Diamond Philips): a sinister, devious, and super hard-core Air Force colonel whose loyalties are always slightly unclear. (For a while he was brainwashed by the Lucian Alliance.) He wasn’t part of the Destiny crew, but he ended up on Destiny a few times due to various shenanigans. One time future!Rush killed Telford, then downloaded an Ancient database into his head and committed suicide. So they have a totally normal relationship.

Ronald Greer (Jamil Walker Smith): a soldier with a temper/self-control problem who, despite having no character traits except for being angry, is actually really fun to watch.

Chloe Armstrong (Elyse Levesque): the daughter of a senator, who was working as his aide when they ended up on Destiny. He died. She got abducted by the Nakai, who genetically altered her, which made her dangerous (which got fixed) and a math genius (which didn’t).

Eli Wallace (David Blue): a nerd self-insert OCn MIT dropout who solved an impossible math problem in a video game. That won him an involuntary trip to Icarus Base, which is how he ended up on the Destiny.

Camile Wray (Ming-Na Wen): an International Oversight Advisory (the UN body overseeing the stargate stuff) politician who ends up in charge of non-military stuff on Destiny. She has a girlfriend back on Earth.

Matthew Scott (Brian J. Smith): a young soldier whose main character trait is that he’s dating Chloe.

The Science Team: Brody (laid back dude who makes moonshine as a hobby), Volker (hapless guy whom Rush hates), and Park (sweet woman who is dating Greer) work on the Destiny science team, which exists for Rush to yell at sometimes. Dr. Franklin used to work on the science team, until they discovered a neural interface chair on the ship— the Ancients use to build these interfaces that would allow the user to do stuff like download a database of knowledge or fly a city or interface with weapons and stuff— and it fried his brain and uploaded his consciousness to the ship.

The Lucian Alliance: a bunch of Lucian Alliance people boarded Destiny at one point. Imagine a bunch of D-list actors dressed in leather pretending to be space mercenaries. A couple of them were “good” in the sense that they were “morally not terrible:” Ginn (a young hacker whom Eli fell in love with, but then who got killed later, but her consciousness got uploaded to Destiny’s computer, and it’s SO not worth going into) and Varro (a dude TJ fell in love with despite the fact that he looks like a weird muscular bird).

The Nakai: blue insectoid aliens who are always chasing Destiny and trying to conquer it. They mentally torture/interrogate anyone they come in contact with, preferentially by sticking them in tanks full of water with psychic transmitters on their heads.

Also: remember Daniel Jackson, from SG-1? Keep him in mind.

John Sheppard and Rodney McKay, too.

In conclusion,

(I could not find a source for that gif of Rush, so let me know if it’s yours.)

#stargate universe #cleanwhiteroom #force over distance #22k words of this are up now #and i should be posting at least one chapter a week #JOIN ME ON THIS JOURNEY #the stargate pit

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gayabeilles · 6 years

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Fam, please?

Just want to give a short explanation before this: picture some nerds sitting together at lunch. One of them, a FUCKING MEMELORD, says, after a moment of silence, “Hey guys, AU where we’re all the four horsemen of the apocalypse.” And so, because I am so prone to skipping meals, my character became Famine, the memelord friend got War, the germ-loving friend got Pestilence, and the friend who killed our souls with her writing got Death.

Full Name: FamineGender and Sexuality: seems to flip-flop between “pansexual woman who can and will hit on everyone she meets” and “useless blob with no interest in anything, least of all sex or romance”Pronouns: she/herEthnicity/Species: …does “horseman of the apocalypse” count as a species?Birthplace and Birthdate: This is a little complicated in the narrative we created… so, a young girl is born in Moravia in like 900AD, but soon succumbs to starvation and is forgotten by the world. But then, for whatever reason, she’s chosen to become one of the incarnations of the horsemen, and, appropriate to her death, she becomes Famine, and the person who claws her way out of the grave goes from monster to vaguely human (thanks to her adoptive family) back to monster (after disaster strikes). Not sure when this rebirth thing happens exactly though… maybe in like the 1500s or so?Guilty Pleasures: Famine has no sense of guilt, but if she did, it would probably be getting blackout drunk from really shitty wine with the other horsemen and then driving to random places and dropping them off to find their way home later. Something shitty like that. Famine isn’t a good person.Phobias: Abandonment. The “reborn” version of Famine before she really actually becomes the monster she is now is fucking terrified of being alone, of losing herself in the hunger she senses is going to engulf her eventually. Once it does, I don’t think she’s afraid of much, which is honestly kind of a problem? She needs to Calm Down. What They Would Be Famous For: causing the literal actual end of the world.What They Would Get Arrested For: causing the literal actual end of the world.OC You Ship Them With: used to be Death since I was dating the person Death was based on but we broke up so now maybe one of the counter-horseman characters, whose name is Vivian. Viv is a sweet angel who likes plants a lot.OC Most Likely To Murder Them: definitely 1000% War. Famine antagonizes War for no reason other than that she finds it funny. War is determined to find out if there is a way to kill horsemen just to shut Fam up for a half second, except for the brief moments when Famine is also a memelord and they’re bonding via shitty memes.Favorite Movie/Book Genre: I feel like probably horror, but the kind of horror where it’s all amateur looking and shit and then it gets super fucking real super quick and then everyone dies. Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Any romance trope between heterosexuals.Talents and/or Powers: Horseman powers: can basically evacuate moisture from anything, and the amount/range is determined by how much energy Fam puts into it. This can range from drawing the liquid out of a bottle of wine as a prank, to grabbing some fuckboy by the arm and having the arm wither away to bone in an instant, to (at one point when she has a HUGE breakdown and really loses control) turning basically a 10km radius circle into a desert. Mostly it’s smaller stuff though, and it’s frequently for self amusement. Talents include having extreme levels of charisma, and (don’t tell anyone) a proclivity for Italian cuisine. Viv’s the only one who knows.Why Someone Might Love Them: man I don’t know, honestly no one should. She’s very problematic. HOWEVER, that being said, the person she used to be was very sweet, and anyone who knew her then might still see that in her and love her for that. The original storyline focused on Death sort of bringing Fam back to herself with the power of GAY LOVE. Why Someone Might Hate Them: she’s a serial killer from the depths of hell and currently has no redeemable qualities.How They Change: she becomes more and more irredeemable over time, losing any semblance of a conscience, embracing the hand dealt to her… but wait! As she meets up with the other horsemen, she finds herself in a sort of fucked up family. Playing the role of… I don’t know, I guess the eldest sibling, softens her in some ways. After the climax of the story (an epic battle with a demon horse named Gerard Way who shoots emo music out of every pore in his body), it is revealed that there must have been some mistake, the apocalypse isn’t today after all, blah blah blah, and the anti-horsemen characters (the two angels Vivian and Benjamin, aka Plangel and Dad) sort of join the friend group. This leads to many shenanigans, and further smooths Famine’s sharp character into something more semblable to a person. Why You Love Them: I think “love” might be a strong word but as far as self-insert characters go, this has been really interesting. Famine is such a violent, reactive character, which is very directly in contrast with my own personality, so exploring that can be interesting. It’s like, what would I do, then come up with the most twisted version of that possible. More in terms of the character itself, I love her because underneath the monstrous exterior, she really is doing her best, and she is trying as hard as she can to resist what she has become. She’s just exhausted, and ashamed of herself, and terrified she’s going to hurt people around her, and (while obviously it isn’t going super well for her) she’s trying her best to be better.

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