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noahtally-famous · 8 months

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'supernatural au thingie' 👀?

okay so first: I'm sorry for responding so late, readapting to college life has been quite hectic lmao

secondly: I did not expect this to catch on this much so I’m putting a disclaimer that this is only partially thought up and partially pulled out of my ass, so pls bear with me lmaoo

thanks for the asks and the comments!! and as desired, here it is! (heads up, it's kinda long 😅)

JASMINE: descended from the great women warriors, the mythological Amazons. even without her ancestry, she's truly a pillar of strength, both physically and mentally. people naturally gravitate toward her for reassurance yet are intimidated by her, alike. her ancestry shows in subtler ways, enhancing the skills she already has; her affinity for animals, particularly horses and other riding creatures; the strength and endurance that surpass an ordinary human; her combat skills that outpace even the strongest warrior. because she is a warrior, one who loves traveling, never being tied down, and who advocates for equality. women can be just as courageous as men. however, despite being equivalent to a show of strength and courage, her stature leaves her more of a lone wolf. (now she doesn't mind so much; she has her ragtag group of friends, after all. like, the phantom who's also a corporal human, in the throes of fear (and hatred)--a self-battle--of the opposite side of the creatures of the dead, an elf with a skewed perception of perfection that seeps at her very being like a parasite leaving her near-invisible compared to her sister, even a hunter who doesn't know what she's getting into setting foot in this town, and a seemingly ordinary guy with a lot more unordinary to him much to his utter dismay. it's far from perfect, in fact, with everyone's accumulating problems, things might get worse before they get better. but she's descended from the Amazons. she's a pillar of strength; she's there for them. she'll make sure everyone survives.)

SHAWN: best friends with Jasmine and Sammy; a ‘ghostbuster’ kinda guy except he doesn’t track down ghosts—he tracks down every other dead entity though. the reason? you can’t track down what you already have in you. along with being a hunter of the dead, ironically, Shawn is also a form of phantom. an accident gone terribly wrong, his physical body is never the same again. while he is a corporal human being, he can do the typical things phantasms can: walk through walls, move quicker and smoother, etc. he's a fantastic hider, only wishing to be found when he wants to be or when taken by surprise. it makes sense that he’d also entertain a deep distrust for the undead; ghosts and zombies are on opposite sides of the spectrum after all.

DAVE: an ordinary guy. totally, utterly, completely ordinary. right? yeah, no, that's what he thought (and hoped). he was ordinary, to give him credit, until a mysterious animal attack ("werewolf!" his best friend, Shawn, often whispered. "or a zombie!") caused his dormant unordinary genes to awaken. understandably, it's cruel irony that the one person who prides himself on being totally normal is actually a supernatural being that is the rarest and most abnormal. like a kick to the face, really. harbinger of death? seriously?! bad enough he gets premonitions of death and, on many occasions, though he's learned to control it over time, has to scream it out, but he's also part of the branch of supernatural that's predominant in women. come on, it's in the name, isn't it? banshee. alas for Dave, that isn't the case. he's going to have to learn to live with his oddity--the rarest of them all: being the male version of a banshee; a ban-he. even among the supernatural world, he's given a second glance. an oddity among oddities, concealed until he cannot anymore. (interesting parallel between Shawn and Dave in here, hm? one having a foot at death's door, the other literally being able to see death. makes sense that Dave's one of those few ppl able to find Shawn when he disappears). a tether, an anchor. he has one in the form of the girl he is closest to; he hasn't ever fathomed what would happen to him if anything drastic happened to her. he doesn't want to fathom it. harbingers of death retain emotional connections as a coping mechanism to ground them to reality, it can be hard for them to move on or let go at times; but he needs to learn to do so, to find a better way to survive, or else it will eat him up from the inside.

TOPHER: it makes sense that Topher would be a siren. an alluring way of words that makes the one spoken to preen; compliments upon compliments slowly luring them in. the catch, however, is simple but unconventional. whispers spread of a curse, (though no one knows if it is true and, if so, who was the curser); of the siren who is the epitome of the greek being Narcissus--only focused on himself even as people throw themselves at him. The Narcissus siren Topher puts his ambitions and fame over everything and everyone else; he would do anything to get on top. trust has no place in his worldview; the only person he does trust is himself. his reflection in the water is the only important, the only beautiful being, and if anyone dares cause some ripples, he'll make sure they regret it.

LEONARD: he's a fairly simple one. with a staff in hand, a penchant for spells and potions, and seemingly gibberish words leaving his lips, it's obvious he's bound for the path of magic. he can sense magical signatures--even potential supernatural ones within a person, though not the specifics. he's a magnet for abnormality, so it makes sense that he embraces it and is able to see it within the so-called normal world. and he does--he embraces the idea of being different, unique. magical. after his scientist father and an accident involving one of his inventions, getting these sweet powers was a pretty awesome deal for him! even if his father still, for some reason, doesn't seem to believe that magic exists. (it's a good thing his uncle, who has faint dwarven blood in him, does or else Leonard will go stir-crazy living with overly logical people.) and it's not just his family, magic is, ironically, the last thing people want to fully believe. aliens, the apocalypse, werewolves, everything else is fine. but magic? and, by extension, Leonard? no way. while it's amusing, it also disheartens him; that the world is so monochrome that such a bright thing like magic is seen as a faraway nothing. I mean, that's fine. it's not like he can show it off everywhere. there are some people who believe him (like the fae with a rose-tinted view of love, and the fiery girl whose supernatural signature is multiple shades of red and orange--like fire); but wherever he went, it seems like a lot of people don't like to believe him so readily (that one guy at school who scoffs at his displays is one of them; but Leonard can do one better: he can see the inhuman signature concealed in the guy's DNA. temporarily. not so normal after all. it'll be quite interesting to watch that blow-up happen--and it will happen soon.)

ELLA: with a musical voice that draws animals--and even people--toward her, her life and perspective are rosy and romantic. despite being a fae, Ella's far from mischievous like her companions. all she wants to do is help her friends and be a good friend in turn. flowers sway in her presence, they are soft and delicate, like her; but there are some plants that are deadly when truly provoked, and surprisingly, that is her as well. she doesn't use it often--if at all--but faes are known for their deadly anger, especially if scorned. Ella keeps saying she is nicer than her brethren, but how far can one really go, when pushed too far, to distance themselves from what's a part of them? (she's one of the few people to break down a frenzied Dave's walls from the start; perhaps it's because, in the end, despite their vivid differences, they both had similar intentions, but for different reasons; they both didn't want to acknowledge a part of them; the difference is that Ella embraced her difference compared to the other fae, Dave attempted to reject his.) really, she just wants to feel love. true, genuine love, unlike the illusions her brethren create.

SKY: truth be told, she's fully and utterly human. not a single drop of supernatural blood in her. no, she's not like Dave; there's seriously nothing hiding within her. however, that doesn't mean she doesn't have a foot in the supernatural world. similar to Shawn, she is also a hunter--though not just of ghosts and the dead; Sky hunts any and every supernatural creature. having grown up with a drive and passion to eradicate the dangers to the world and with an Achillean mentality on her shoulders, she sets out with the belief passed down by her family that the main (and only) thing posing a threat to the innocents are the supernatural. she's about to realize just how wrong she is and how far loyalties can go...

SUGAR: at a first glance, one might assume she, too, is a siren; with a deadly passion and alluring grace that has won her many pageant awards and golden crowns, she can make beauty look messy and deadly but in a defiant way. and that may be true; sometimes the blood and genetics of various supernatural creatures mix within one person. no one relly knows for sure if Sugar and her family hold traces of siren genes. perhaps she also has barbarian genetics in her as well--with her deadly rage and the fire in her eyes when she's scorned. or perhaps that's something different entirely; the fire in her eyes, the deadly rage--like a wildfire, the way her hair seems to glow and spark like embers if you focus on it; sometimes the temperature rises a bit. honestly, if you think abt it, Sugar being a fire sprite makes sense; as well as the traces of dragon ancestry--she hoardes those gold crowns and trophies like nobody's business, basks in pride like its second skin, highly possessive of what she deems her righteously deserved, she doesn't like being scorned; it only feeds the flames. living on a farm, she probably isn't aware of the true power within her.

BEARDO: he can do more than just mimic sounds; the sounds revolve around him. he can warp things, even reality, with just the noises he makes. 'sound manipulator' would be the best way to classify him; his power relies on sound, itself; making him quite a powerful being, indeed, as sound is everywhere, even in the slightest drop of a pin. it's a good thing he isn't vengeful or antagonistic or else there would be problems.

SAMMY & AMY: with their delicate features and light hair, their semi-pointed features, and light eyes, the elven blood runs prominent in the twins. it's said that with little effort they can merge together into one terrifying creature, an unstoppable force; but neither are willing to test that theory out. they hate each other, one unconsciously jealous of the other, while the other just wants to break free from the toxicity. they are each other's monsters, the unstoppable force. while Amy revels in the attention she gets--at the expense of her twin--using her willowy ways to obtain her twisted rose-tinted version of perfection (all elves are obsessed with perfection of some sort), Sammy is the outlier. slowly, she starts to slip away, become more and more Amy instead of Sammy. she cannot stop it, it's the bane of being an elf; Amy's version of perfection bleeds into Sammy, forcing her to believe the same. And elves will do anything to reach that level of perceived perfection. sooner or later, Sammy won't be Sammy anymore unless something changes. like maybe her version of perfection. (but that's something she ultimately has to do on her own; no one else, not even her friends, can pull her out of the merciless grips of the unknown if she doesn't feel like she deserves to be seen.)

MAX: according to him, he's an evil genius. a mad scientist who wishes to observe and pick apart the supernatural. unfortunately (or rather ironically) for him, despite saying over and over that he's a man to be feared, his abode has unintentionally turned into the main sanctuary, a home base for the supernatural. everyone somehow ends up there whenever they need assistance and he complains that he doesn't want to help him, but in the end he does (either via subtle threats, or bc of his own curiosity). over time, he becomes this disgruntled supernatural magnet who helps but is a bit eccentric with ideas that are even more eccentric than his personality). he wants to make himself into a supernatural creature too, invoke that kind of power, but fear holds him back from many things--including becoming part of the supernatural. you know the saying 'his bark is worse than his bite'? that is Max to a T. kind of ironic that the guy who wants to be a supernatural creature doesn't as opposed to some other certain people mentioned above who wanted the exact opposite. (although he is intrigued by that inventor who he asked to be his sidekick. pretty dull move on his end, but he will only realize this far later on. as of right now, he has not a clue why she suddenly despises him so much. he is the evil genius in the making, right? an inventor as a sidekick would be good! he just doesn't get why she's so against it. is he offending her? nonsense! evil doesn't offend...but is he? people are so unnecessarily complicated, ugh.)

SCARLETT: an inventor with quick, deft hands, and a faster and sharper mind, every bone and nerve in Scarlett's body hums to creation--of the mechanical kind. but the mechanisms in her body are not just of the human variety; there is a way of thinking that people often drift to the kind of hobby/career that describes them physically. in Scarlett's case, it is truth. first being experimented on by her overly ambitious mother (a trait she shares) and then testing her own inventions on herself (that is the only form of testing she knows and is used to, after all), and, as the cherry on top, an accident that left half of her body immobile had it not been for an emergency surgery that left one part of her body human and the other a working mechanism of gears and wires and other robotic parts; Scarlett thinks it's funny, really, when she says the only organ in her chest where her heart should be is merely a pulsing hunk of metal. she wonders, at times, if the heart in her is even her own; perhaps, during the surgery, the doctors had switched hearts to keep her alive. it's a thought that sometimes keeps her awake at night, pondering.

RODNEY: no one, not even him and his family, knows his lineage. it's tangled enough as is without bringing in the supernatural too. the phrase 'gentle giant' isn't lost on him; barbarian is too...well, barbaric for someone like him, and there have been considerations of fire sprites or merely forest nymphs and dryad ancestries. the truth is unclear. as said previously, the lineages of the supernatural can get mixed up; it can make sense that Rodney and his family retained several branches of the supernatural. if you ask him, Rodney would say he's just a guy with a love for the forests, the trees, and everything in them. most of all, he loves his family. he would do anything for them. one would even say they're like his pack, but they don't. the supernatural lineages are quite mixed up in this family without adding speculation...right?

#jas that ban-he post I said on q? yeah it was inspired by this lmao #okay but no I actually have a lot of thoughts just scattered abt for this #I was debating between phantom or zombie for Shawn tbh #its a pretty cool concept ngl if i do say so myself!!#just imagining how this group all coexist and learn to rely on one another overtime #oh yeah btw they all somehow end up in the same town bc it makes things cooler imagining the different perspectives #anywayyyy yeah!!#total drama #noahtally-famous #kit stuff #kit speaks #total drama pahkitew island #tdpi #i...am not tagging the cast lmaooo #anonymous #answered #attackjester #deeppeacegalaxy

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fenoglios-scraps · 11 months

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I walk down the beach. The wind buffets the wisps of my cotton-like hair from under my hat. I stare at the crowded array of tanned people lying on beach blankets and lounging in tents. I sigh. I am told by my sister that this place was nicer before Covid. The mundane crash of the waves sounds as I walk towards the tide pools.

I’m here on summer break, just finishing my junior year of college. My feet drag through the heavy sand.

I look up and notice two people walking down. They are happy, and hold hands. They are about my age, both wearing glasses, and “Class of 2028,_____College” T-shirts. One of them has her long, blue-green hair in a complicated braid, her small, round face reminding one of an elf. The other has a shaved electric green head, and is dressed kinda strangely in gym shorts, knee high rainbow socks, pink crocs, and an open button-up with ferns on it. Despite the years aging their faces, I can tell it’s Dustfinger and Alice.

I am appalled at how they still seem more mature than me. Their posture is straight, expressions open. Krow still has that never ending confidence, despite clearly being a stranger here. E still looks relaxed. I wonder, do they remember me? What are they doing in _____ California? I want to talk to them, but I pull my baseball cap lower over my face.

Shockingly, they still approach me.

“Hi,” Dustfinger says with a big smile.

“H-hi,” I respond, unsure of what to do. It’s been a long time since we’ve talked.

“Are you from around here? We got lost on our way to our hotel. Do you know where the Ocean Shell Hotel is?” Alice asks.

I brighten, happy to be useful, “Yeah, that’s near where my sister lives. Take Junipero Serra Blvd, and turn a corner where there’s a big shopping center. Then it’s the second place on your left.”

“Ok, thanks,” They both say, then do that jinx thingy.

They turn to go, when, heart beating a mile a minute, I whisper, “You two are obviously tourists, and your shirts say ______ College. That’s a small town in —————what are y’all doing here?”

Dustfinger gives me this soft expression and says, “I’m sorry, but could you say that again? You’re a little quiet.”

I repeat myself, even though it sounds like I’m yelling. Then they give each other this questioning look, like they wonder how I’d know that.

However, Alice smoothly answers, “Neither of us have ever been to San Francisco, so we figured it might be nice to see such a famous city. And I think we had a friend who used to have family somewhere near here, so we thought it might be cool to see where she lived.”

Dustfinger clarifies, “We couldn't find a hotel in the city itself so we had to stay here. By the way, is your name Fenoglio?”

My chest beats fast, “No,” I lie, “why?”

Alice squints like she doesn’t believe me, “Because,” she explains, “Our friend we just mentioned, was named Fenoglio, and you kinda look like her so, even though there are probably a million people here, we wondered if you might be her.”

“And, we all used to live in __ ____, and I can bet it’s unusual for some BIG Californian to automatically guess we’re from ______ ___ and not _____, Georgia,” Dustfinger says somewhat sarcastically.

“Uh, my mom was from there, soo…I heard stories growing up,” I weakly argue

“And she has a PHD in ______ right? Fenoglio , I can tell you still hate lying,” Dustfinger affirms

I feel sheepish, “So even with my hat bent low, you still knew?”

“Yes. By the way, can I give you a hug?” Alice asks.

I accept her embrace, and welcome a pat on the back from Dustfinger. In my chest I feel brambles beginning to surround my heart. Despite the fear of being forgotten, they still remember me after all these years. I offer to take them to my house, and smile with hopes of catching up on things.

The End

#prose #time passes #theoretical #Fenoglio’s scraps #friends

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prismadog · 3 years

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Found Family AU character facts (part 4)

look, it's ANOTHER character facts post! idk why I put myself through this...I keep writing little stories here and having to go back through and be like "no, these are FACTS, Mykael! it is not story time, get yourself together, dude!"

so...yeah, another one. there's a few more after this: Gem & fWhip, Lizzie & Jimmy, Joel & Pixl. and then, I'll make a master post linking them all together for better reference finding whatchamacallits. I'm trying to do one a day until they're finished but I'm started to get a bit burnt-out [still not completely over being sick no matter how much medicine I take or how much sleep I get, which honestly, is not a lot of sleep - damn insomnia, dudes, it sucks, do not recommend 0/10]

anyway! Katherine and Pearl below the line thingy!

Katherine

Katherine is a faery born at least a couple centuries after Scott and nearly a century before the other rulers. she is daughter of the Flower Queen and princess of the Flower Fields.

she was raised on stories of benevolent Watches and loyal Guardians who protected the Fields with all the might of a thousand warriors

she loved sheep with a passion and would often be found laying in a pile of them. the sheep she played with often escaped their pens and could always be found following the princess around

life was fairly easy in the Flower Fields, hardly any scuffles or problems. she did learn how to fight from some of the guards, and also from the children of other rulers - the Ocean Empire had some fierce warriors that were always eager to teach anyone that was willing to learn

when she was in her teens (fairy years), the Queen began to wither and soon passed on to become a watcher herself - such is the fate of Queens. she became Queen shortly after and wore the crown with pride.

one of her first acts as Queen was to establish alliances with neighboring kingdoms, one such being that of the elves - the elf kingdom was fairly isolated from the other empires.

she wrote letters to Elfking Scott and visited often enough that his people knew her by the sound of her wings when she flew overhead. being of magic, she knew that the elf was lonely and needed proper companionship - even if he didn't know it himself.

so, she treated Scott well and as if they'd known each other for years. her good excitable fun nature eventually wore him down until he was able to be his true self around her - a boy who could laugh and joke and goof off without being judged by his subjects

the two became really good friends who could share their secrets with one another or share the heavy burden that is ruling their kingdoms

about a century later she met some of the other rulers, but not at once, usually within a few years of each other. the first she met was: Guardian of the Harvest - Pearl of Smallholding, and Prophet of Death - Pixlriffs of Pixandria. the next she met was: the dragonlings - Wizard Gem of the Crystal Cliffs and her brother Count fWhip of a new kingdom called the Grimlands, and the dwarf King - Sausage of Mythland who was best friends with the dragonlings. after that was: the merfolk - Queen Lizzie of the Ocean Empire and her younger brother Codfather Jimmy of the newly built Cod Empire, and King Joel of Mezalea who was married to Lizzie - she also suspects that he is either a God or a demigod of Life.

there were some conflicts every now and again over a few years - mostly involving the Codfather and the chaotic duo of Count fWhip and King Sausage, but she tried to stay on the sidelines, offering peace to everyone.

sometime within her life, whether it was before she was crowned or after - she's really not sure, it was such a long time ago - she began to collect the heads of various mobs and turning them into decorations. while her people were at first wary of this new hobby, they have long accepted it as just another quirky part of their Queen.

Pearl

Pearl was not born in the traditional sense like many of the others - she was originally a scarecrow who was given Life.

there was a farmer in Smallholding, just a little hamlet with only a few houses and farms, that had problems with birds terrorizing their crops. so, the farmer built a scarecrow - 6 foot tall, made of cloth and straw, and given a pearl on a string that was handed down from their grandparent. they gave it the pearl because it felt like something they were meant to do.

the birds were practically repelled, saving the farmer's crops, so they started giving tribute to it - nothing sinister, obviously, maybe a hat here or some flowers there, simple things to show their gratitude. the others in the hamlet questioned the farmer cause, hey, you're treating this scarecrow like it's a person or something, that's weird. farmer, of course, doesn't care, their crops are spared from birds and that's all that matters.

the scarecrow watched over the fields, gathering magic from every small tribute and from the love the farmer showed it, and began to wish for the power to return the favors, to show the farmer how grateful it was to be here. its yearning must've been heard because not long after, a being appeared to them, a God.

the God and the scarecrow talked for some time and at the end of the conversation, the God breathed Life into the scarecrow - what once was cloth and straw became flesh and bone and blood.

the farmer found her at dawn and offered her a place in their home for the services she has provided since her making. they also gave her the name Pearl because she was precious to them. they lived together for years after, until the farmer grew old and passed, and she continued living there.

the hamlet grew into a small village over that time as the people saw the land was prosperous. when the hamlet grew, the God of Life visited her again and they had a second conversation, one that ended with the God of Life granting her the title "Guardian of the Harvest". she swore her life to the land, to the people who's crops she had protected over the years.

the people dubbed her "Queen of Smallholding" after some time, seeing her fit for the title. they continued to prosper under her watchful gaze.

some time after that, maybe a few years or more, Pearl met her first rulers - Queen Katherine of House Blossom of the Flower Fields and Dwarf King, Mythical J Sausage of Mythland who's kingdom was surprisingly very close to her settlement. and through them, she met the other rulers - Elfking Scott, the Copper King Pixlriffs, Wizard Gem and Count fWhip, Queen Lizzie and the Codfather Jimmy, King Joel, and King Joey.

#empires smp #found family au #xornoth adopts child!shubble au #katherine elizabeth #pearlescentmoon #only three more of these to go and then a master post!#i think i might also start writing little one-shots for these

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jackbabewang · 4 years

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Genre: Veeeeery slight angst, Fluff, Best friends to lovers

Word count: 3,050

Being together is that—

No matter how many days, weeks, months, or years go by, keep every promises made.

a/n: heavily listened to coming home while writing this, maybe you should too

When we first met

Jaehyun was the kind of person who endeared himself to everyone who knew him and you were swept off your feet the first time you saw him, roaming the corridors looking for your new classroom where they’d been relocated in the beginning of each year. The school personnel had this system going on ever since the dramatic increase in the number of students and to suit the new batch of each grade, or simply cause of the Pungsu-Jiri (Korea’s Geomancy or Feng Shui) thingy. Yeah, it was kind of unnecessary.

Given plenty of time to break away from each other’s gazes if you wanted to, but neither did even with your feet continued walking yourselves in the opposite direction.

How could anyone have such warm brown eyes as those? It was virtually impossible!

Jaehyun changed your whole life as you knew it. You became best of friends, and whispered to each other on every occasion possible.

Twenty minutes into the class you spent sipping your Coke with your head bent, under the desk, behind the erected textbook to shield yourself.

History teachers were obsessed with things that weren’t there any more. They lived in the past and expected us to want to live there too. You couldn’t imagine that any history lesson can be a thrill a minute, but with Mr. Lee in command, the expression ‘to die for’ took on a whole new meaning. Mostly everyone sat there sighing and thinking, “Why are the clock hands moving so slowly, has the battery committed suicide?” Mr. Lee was a very boring teacher. You meant very boring. He looked boring and sounded boring and everything he said was boring. He was Mr. Boring-Boring, Sir Boringest, Lord Boring of Boring-in-the-Brain. He droned on and on and on about nothing you wanted to know, then wrote it all on the board and told us to copy it down, or write an essay on it, or ask him questions. He didn’t get many questions, mainly because no one had been listening or trying to read his crabby handwriting.

SLUUUURP—

Reaching the bottom of your cup, though not too loudly, just loudly enough so that Mr. Lee, standing in the front, a few feet away, could hear you.

“Who was that?” he roared, his eyes darting everywhere, scanning everyone, until they settled on you.

Instinct was not about being the smartest, but it was about being in tune with your inner drive and you turned to your only friend. He first eyed you with confusion, then gave a questioning look over the top of his glasses

“Jung Jaehyun!”

At the call of his name, his jaw dropped, eyes widened with disbelief, frustrated and full of rage at being your scapegoat. This girl! She’ll be the death of me.

In the end, you compensated for your mistake by flashing him the widest smile in your footlocker collection of smiles.

The beginning: Promise of the youth

During the summer holiday, you secured a part-time job at a rental record store. Jaehyun would sometimes visit and you would play the newest music out dancing and clowning around when there were no customers in the store.

“Hey, tell you something. That guy at the counter-”

Jaehyun tilted his curious head to the direction of the said individual, not caring that the man would notice the two youngsters were openly discussing him.

“Don’t be so obvious, idiot!” Your nudge turned him back to you, “He’s the store manager. Apparently he first met his wife here and they’ve been together since then. Believe it or not, it’s been fifteen years! Isn’t that amazing? I can’t believe anyone can fall in love for such a long time!”

“You sure are a mathematician. And nosy.”

“I’m an expert when it comes to this.”

“Should put it into good use instead. Like, what? Education?”

“Shut up.”

When you met them, you didn’t understand what held them together. You remembered thinking, This is really an odd couple! After spending some time with them and learning their story, it all made sense. He was her anchor, and she was his ultimate challenge; but more than that, they genuinely seemed to love one another.

“Gosh, I can't imagine how I'd be like when I'm thirty…”

It was always the future—a perfectly vague, indefinite future that terrifies you. You wished you could stay like this forever, young forever, happy forever. Your needs are simple, far more so than the needs of an adolescent or adult. Just think of a child, laughing at the least thing that catches its fancy, the image of himself or herself in a mirror, or the way a family pet behaves.

Here you have Jaehyun, the secret source of your happiness.

His voice broke in upon your thoughts, “Thirty-year-old unmarried woman… There're tons of them!”

“Thirty— I don’t want to be that—” You shuddered, fighting back waves of panic at the image of an old lady alone with too many cats. “If I’m still single at thirty, you have to marry me.”

Your abruptness caught him off guard. He didn’t speak for a moment but there was a glint of mockery in his eyes, a mischievous smirk played on the corners of his lips, as if he wasn’t taking you any less seriously for it.

“What kind of reaction is that?” So you nudged him in the ribs, laughing all the more when he made an overly dramatic wince.

“I want to have a Harry Potter themed wedding… A sunflower bouquet… Ooh, and you know what? I’m gonna abandon the heels, they’re going to kill me!”

He chuckled. What a lady.

“How about you? Tell me about your dream wedding.”

“That would be marrying the love of my life.” Then he grinned. The indentations in his cheeks called dimples, making his smile heart-meltingly sweet. His eyes crinkled almost closed when he smiled, too.

“You’re boring.”

“What were you expecting? Dyeing my hair blonde or pink or purple?”

“That would be nice too.”

She fell in love

“Jung Jaehyun!” You shouted his name and started waving frantically. He recognized your voice immediately despite the muffling effect of your scarf. And his heart dropped to his feet when you barely checked the road for cars before you went streaking across it.

Next to him was a guy you’d never met before. He was about the same height as Jaehyun, his right ear a bit pointed like an elf’s, and with a face like that, you damn sure would’ve remembered.

Grinning broadly, “This is my classmate, Sicheng.”

“Hi.” As he spoke Korean with his delicate Chinese accent, the words dripped from his lips like honey.

“And she is-”

With a warm smile and you introduced yourself, interrupting whatever Jaehyun might have added. Though you’re already telling him of information which was much not needed.

“Oh… You both are-”

“We’re besties!”

“We’re heading to the cafe for awhile, do you want to join us?”

“Sure!”

Then you fell for him and discovered that when it comes to romance, intelligence takes a back seat to stupidity. Jaehyun half agreed, half disagreed. To him, you’re always the latter even before your blind infatuation.

Cupid, that little rascal, had already fired his arrow into your heart and had no intention of letting you escape this magical feeling. And that’s how you described the whole theory of ‘Love at first sight’ to Jaehyun, who’d probably known it better than you did.

Then, she had her first heartbreak.

“We broke up…” You showed up unannounced on his doorstep crying bitterly only for him to drag you to the courtyard, away from his dormitory where you wouldn’t be seen or heard wailing like a toddler who had lost her lollipop, where you wouldn’t be causing disturbance to the neighbouring students, and where he wouldn’t be mistaken for the one that shattered your heart into fragments.

“He said I never stopped talking, said I talked too fast. He pretended he couldn’t understand Korean and talked shit about me in his Ching-Chong language. He said I’m annoying and loud…” You paused long enough to take a breath, and felt more tears streaming down your face. “Am I... Am I really that annoying?”

Something about your current state made him want to pick you up and tenderly wrap you in a blanket of protection. It was laughable to hear you whining about ‘the Chinese guy’ you once fell head over heels for. He was trying hard to control his smile that wanted to show on his face, and shook his head instead. “No, not at all.”

“Am I loud?”

Though afraid to fuel your outburst, “Sometimes…” It was a fact.

“I am not loud…” You spun around and stomped toward the bench, your lips pouted in misery and your head placed in the south right now.

When he patted your back in a futile attempt to calm you, you moved after his hand in double time. “Stop patting me…” A few incoherent mumbles of him being the annoying one instead, then, “Jung Jaehyun! If I’m still single at thirty, you have to marry me.”

“You always say that.”

“You need to swear it this time.” Wanting him to stay true to his words, you held his right hand up.

“Swear, what?”

You rolled your glossy eyes and exhaled a breath in exaggerated impatience. Was he dumb or dumb?

“If I’m still single at thirty, Jung Jaehyun will have to marry me!”

As he repeated, “If I’m still single at thirty, Jung Jae-”

“No!” You scolded and whacked him on the arm. “Idiot…”

An uncontrollable smile stretched across your face as you slowly relaxed. He stared at you for a moment, grinning faintly, an amused glint in his eyes. There was magic in you, he decided.

You slumped back into the bench, your eyes staring into space, your mind numb. Unshed tears blurred your vision and you caught the warm drops that slipped past with the backs of your hands. Naturally, you reached over and rubbed them on his jacket to try to wipe away the traces of madness. He never complained, of course.

“You know… You do have a superpower…”

“What is it?”

“The superpower of making my tears disappear…”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted them. Talk about being a charmer. “That’s gross…”

Chill crawled down your spine and he mimicked your shiver. “You are gross.”

Long time no see

At eleven o’clock, files for the meeting laid in front of him that he probably wouldn’t even notice his phone buzzing. He looked down at the familiar caller ID flashing on the screen.

Without thinking twice he picked up the call.

Immediately connected through the line, your piercing cry blasted his ear. “He said he wanted to break up with me…” Unbeknownst to yourself that it was so loud the people next to him could hear you. He smiled at his colleagues apologetically and quickly excused himself from the room.

He found what he guessed to be an unused room, hidden away down a relatively quiet corridor. Then he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and one ankled hooked over the other. Even though he couldn’t see your face at the moment, he could paint a perfect picture of tears streaming down your face, snot hanging on your nose.

“Okay, okay. Stop crying.” Jaehyun was laughing. You took no notice, but went on crying. The more you cried the more he laughed. Your sobs, like fulminations, were thunderous. “You’ve gotten stronger, you know that?”

“Huh? … What?”

“I said. Your howling has gotten stronger.”

“No, it didn’t. Bastard.”

“I’m in the middle of a meeting right now. Talk to you later.”

Though the phone call was cut short, it made you feel much better. Instead of hogging him on, you decided to leave him a text message, saying, “Thanks for making my tears disappear.” It was that corny line again, that he couldn’t help but grin upon reading.

“Hangout this weekend?” He replied.

Saturday of that week

Jaehyun offered to pick you up at your place.

“Hey.”

It still hadn’t completely sunk in that how much you’d matured in the last few years. Medium height, you had long dark hair, which you’d forego your full bangs, soft romantic curls looked shiny and healthy, as did your skin. He could tell from the way your outfit moved along with your body that you had a woman’s figure with lots of curves.

“It’s been awhile,” you started.

Staring at you too much would be creepy though, awkwardly he put his hand up with a smile, he ushered you into the passenger seat and got behind the wheel of his car and drove off.

“Broke up again?”

“I’m okay. It’s not the first time for me.”

He glanced over at you a time or two, perhaps worried, but you didn’t seem to be mad or crying. As he was about to speak, your cell phone’s high-pitched ringtone crashed into the conversation, shattering the moment in an instant.

Incoming call: Jerk

“It’s him- He’s calling! Should I pick up? Should I?”

“If you want to-” Once again he got interrupted as he was trying to talk some sense into you.

“Hello?” “What is it?” “Didn’t we break up already? Why are you still calling me?” ”You’re freaking weird. Why are you apologizing all of a sudden?”

During your phone conversation, Jaehyun cast a rather wary glance at you before dragging his eyes back to the road.

“Alright… I’m not mad anymore…”

Upon listening to whatever you’re saying, though piece by piece, it sounded like you’re back together and things would be great again. After all, it was just the typical bickering between a couple.

With a final assurance to your not-an-‘ex’-anymore that all was well and you really weren’t mad anymore, the call ended. Just as if reading your mind, Jaehyun shook his head in disbelief while you only grin at him sheepishly. At least the rest of the hangout could be enjoyed with none of pouting and sulking, you thought.

Another six months

Jaehyun’s phone alerted him to a text, it was frank

I’m getting engaged soon

Will hand over the invitation card when we meet next time

Two sentences of such simple words—as something bound to be, and bound to happen. Yet it left an impact on him. He swallowed to alleviate the tightening in his throat, but the feeling followed him, peaking and then fading, falling as petals fluttering from a dying bloom. For a second prior, he was really, truly happy for you.

Somewhere on the other side, you felt a tremendous emotional effect after clicking your phone shut following the message delivered. Something ran over your head, and maddeningly ran through again and again. What was wrong?

In a disoriented state of mind, you began rummaging through drawers and cabinets until you found the box you wanted. You pulled it out and opened it, revealing a stack of picture squares, a two carrot ring, and finally a limited edition Hamburglar figurine that both you and Jaehyun were lucky enough to redeem. The set of eyes stared dumbly at you as you silently gazed at the little thing that managed to hold such fond memories.

Meanwhile, Jaehyun had always had the figurine with him, laid on his workstation somewhere visible so that he continued to be reminded by it. Too, he was fixated on the pair of acrylic painted eyes in remembrance of the past.

The day before 30th

Jaehyun had been waiting for you inside a cafe situated a block from the deadly intersection, sipping on a glass of iced latte, though the weather was nothing sort of a torrid summer.

Upon agreeing to the meet up, he had sorted everything out in his mind and promised himself to confront you with a good-natured congratulation on your marriage none other than a dear friend should.

Less than ten minutes later, you appeared on the other side of the glass, waving and smiling brightly. Pitter-patter of the rain drops hitting your umbrella steadily intensify as did something else…

“Hi,” he greeted with a dimpled grin, and then wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, a smear of coffee on his chin when you snatched up his glass and took a long swallow. Again, he said nothing about your behavior that he had gotten used to, only glaring at you with the ever same expression of This girl! She’ll be the death of me.

“Invitation card,” he said, reminding you what all this was about in the first place.

But so nonchalantly, you uttered, “We broke up.”

Your eyes caught the slight lift in the right corner of his lips, Jaehyun unable to stop a small smile from making it onto his face. Simultaneously, his brows raised in surprise.

“You didn’t cry?”

Almost proud of yourself, “No.”

“Lies.”

“Really,” you continued with the realization of the fact that, “Liking and loving someone is different.”

Jaehyun convinced himself, to the bone, that you’re okay. Assimilating that you’d indeed matured to understand how relationship works instead of diving in blindly on the spur of the moment by acting upon emotional states like a teenage girl in love. Emotion comes and goes, rises and falls. Certainly, love doesn’t last forever. But the foundation of love is commitment, and he wished you’d learned that as well because…

“Do you remember what day it is tomorrow?” your calm voice interrupted his chain of thoughts, as you stared at him in anticipation.

“Of course I do. It’s your 30th birthday tomorrow.”

Grinning and beaming with unbridled glee, for once you bet on your bold self saying that, “So, you still remembered our promise then.”

As if he had been waiting for years, thought he was ready, but was somewhat embarrassed and gave you a warm, shy smile. The once dying bloom came back to life, thriving, lush and flourishing. The pent up feeling on that one, great heart, burst forth in an uncontrollable, deafening shout.

“Tell me,” you coaxed his trigger to give his word of honour.

“If you’re still single at thirty…” Nervously, he gulped and avoiding your intent eyes. “I’ll have to marry you.”

“You must keep your promise, Jung Jaehyun.”

#nct scenarios #nct jaehyun #jung jaehyun #nct fluff #nct angst #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst

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veinereastath · 4 years

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random 761 word snippet of translated Witcher self-indulgent thingy.

listen, I know NFSW is cool and stuff, but I believe in ultimate sexiness of pure dark conversation and body language, so I’m slapping it in here~

have a good night, everyone! <3 Nothing dangerous, just talking. About dubious things, but just talking 👀

[...] Once again, he fell silent, not breaking the eye contact for even a split second. Rhan involuntarily started to slowly tap her fingers against the cold marble. Waiting. She was nervous and, despite her efforts to hide it, she knew he was aware of it – and using this to his own advantage at every given opportunity.

Finally, the elf spoke.

“You would made an extraordinary slave.”

Rhan tried not to choke on his words, and clenched her jaw instead. Well, she guessed it was, indeed, a compliment, and decided to keep it in her memory. She supposed she might be one of the very, very few, if not maybe the only dh’oinne to actually get from him something else rather than cold disgust he used to show those who served Aen Elle in their world; or a sword to the throat for those who lost their lives in numerous raids of the Wild Hunt.

For some reason her mind wandered to that one time she saw him amongst the buildings of the burning village, with fire glistening around him, raven-black hair and long, red cape flowing in the wind and blood sprayed on his face; to the sight of his black-bay horse proudly leading the King forward.

“Yes, surely.” She responded after a while, gulping. “Especially considering my absolute lack of obedience. That’s the key to making the slave an extraordinary one, I presume.”

The sorceress knew that the so-called compliment of his was a trap – a fish hook, supposed to lead her to the conversation she was not ready to have, could not predict where it would go, and one she was definitely going to lose in the end. But she accepted the challenge, despite her better judgment, and, once again, realized her mistake when it flashed in his eyes.

“Disobedience can be very easily rooted out... Well,” he clicked his tongue and sighed quietly, though she knew it was not because of him getting tired, or bored. Quite the opposite. “Not that easily in your case, I’m sure, but a good challenge once in a while can prove itself to be a very, very good exercise. And quite enjoyable, in fact. I’m tempted to show you an example. By making you one, of course.”

Rhan knew he would smirk in a second. Hah, gotcha’, she thought sadly, when indeed she saw the tiniest hint of smirk playing in the corner of his mouth.

“You have a very unique definition of enjoyment.” She said dryly, trying to buy herself some time to think about what to say next. Well, not that unique. Sadists are everywhere. “So I see. And the final effect would be me, perfectly obedient, responding to every single command, hooked to your belt on a silver chain.”

“Golden.” Eredin corrected calmly, shamelessly looking over her silhouette. “Gold would fit you much better.”

She clenched her jaw even tighter. Don’t go this way. “And what would be the scope of my duties, if I may ask, Your Highness?” He grimaced – a silent warning, one he would knew Rhan would pick up. “You'll only find out if you will accept my offer and try to get a taste of this lifestyle. Only then there will be no turning back, but I’m pretty sure you know that.” “You haven’t offered me anything so far. At least this evening.”

A mistake, again. Venomously green eyes flashed at her again, and there was something she found disgustingly fascinating in them.

“I did. Indirectly, but you’re not stupid, so I was sure you would pick it up. But do correct me if you feel I’m wrong on this one.”

Of course he did, she thought. Royal elves were never direct in their suggestions. And Aen Elle were even more enigmatic than their Aen Seidhe cousins.

“I’m afraid I have to decline.” This time she felt confident enough to smirk; something Eredin found amusing. “I hope I didn’t offend you by it, it was never my intent.” Rhan bowed slightly, a form of a mocking apology. No offense, but I’m being fully offensive, she thought dryly to herself, wondering where her self-preservation instinct went. He fell silent again for another few, long heartbeats, exhaling slowly, looking at her neck. Once again she was pretty sure he wanted to squeeze the life out of her, and that in this moment that fantasy of his was once again going wild. “A shame, indeed.” The elf finally said, his eyes wandering back to her own. “But no offense was taken. I will take what I want, one way or the other. With or without your approval.” [...]

#I don't know why but seriously conversations between enemies are my kink #ah my OC has to lose them #it's the law #:))#Rhan an Undvik #eredin breacc glas #wiedźmin

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lil-gingerbread-queen · 4 years

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Dragon Prince Season 3 Review

Oh boy... I couldn't watch tdp season 3 until now so, yes, I'm pretty late. This time, my sister watched with me and I think she regretted it. I already talked about how I found the message of this cartoon weirdly made, and I hoped the new season would have been better... But it was worse.

I don't know where to begin... The total nonsense that is every decisions made by the principal characters? The weird comparison to Jews history that made me extremely unconfortable? Soren, aka the only well write one?

So, yes, you see the spirit. It's a harsh review. But, really, this season is badly writen. However, I will only talk about the plot, not about how I hated Callum and Rayla characters this season, or how awful the humor was.

I'm really close to make a "crack" vid about how bad this is written. But you're only gonna have the essay version. Let's begin.

Dragon and Elves are racists. They don't hide it at all, the season even begun with a dragon saying how humans are inferior. They treated them as garbage, finding an insect's life more important than their. And I'm not imagining it. But doesn't the show, at a single moment address that? Not at all. The humans shouldn't feel attack or in danger and, they are bad for wanting to be treat as equal. Look, that elf tortured mentally any humans she meets, totally okay with that! This one find them disgusting and don't even care a second about their lives! She also tortured them! Aren't you sad when she dies? Oh no, that dragon that killed a ton of humans because they didn't accept to be inferior, is dead now! That's awful, his son has no dad anymore!!! Really, I'm not gonna cried a bunch of dead racists, as magical as they are. And, you dare at the end, to make the Dragon Queen being happy to see humans and elves together?!?!!?! Hajsbdbskanxvdd Is it a joke?!?!?! Have you read your own scenario? That make no sense whatsoever.

Every character arc is rush or non-existent. (Soren and Claudia being the only exception) Nobody grows, nobody learned anything. Viren is suddenly extremely evil in the flashbacks, just as if the writers realized he has a good reason to fight elves and dragons (He has) and people could be with him. Why would he keep the MoonShadow Elves in his marbles, seriously?!

Repeating "Evil" doesn't make something evil. It only shows how bad this show is written.

The weird comparison to Jews. Maybe it's us (my sister and I), but wtf?!?!?! Firstly, there is this racist thing going on, with the "inferior race" being shown as evil and who should accept its inferior place. Secondly, Viren is dress in a Jesus kind of way and, literally open a lava sea in half. Maybe, you want to show him as "the savior he thinks he is" but it's so clumsy, it's borderline anti-semitic.

The war thingy is terrible. Already, Ezran's character is dangerous. A child as a king is a very bad idea, he hasn't finished to grow up and his whole personality and life will be fuck up because of those responsabilities. But, you make him decide to accept a war against the elves so the humans don't kill each other. And then, they kill the four armies, whitout a second thought. There isn't a moment where they're like "maybe we could find a way to make them human again? So we should probably don't kill them...", they just go for it. They're "monsters" now, because their soldats doing their jobs (yes, they aren't evil, they're fighting because dragons and elves are, in fact, a menace, and Viren didn't let them choose to be transform). Does anybody have any problems with killing all those people? Nobody, not even Ezran, not even Amaya who trained all those soldiers.

Amaya, my fave, is extremely bad written and I will never forgive that. She is captured and tortured, but fall in love with her enemy in the spam of a week. She is a general, have seen her soldiers being killed by those racists elves, but joined those same elves to fight her own army with no persuasion whatsoever, only with her distrust of Viren. Her sister has been killed by that dragon, what the hell?!?!?! Janai also has a whole new personnality at the moment her (extremely racist btw) sister wants to kill Amaya. I'm totally for those two to be together, but not like that. That's extremely bad. It should have take time for those two to trust each other.

That's all for now. No, I don't think I will watch the season four if there is one. Yes, maybe Netflix rushed them and that's why it's so poorly written. Yes, I have other problems with this show but I don't wanna talk about it in this long ass post, maybe another time. And yes, I still want to write a tdp fanfiction, because the world is interesting, and also were the characters before this season. On that, I'm out.

#tdp #tdp season 3 #tdp season three #the dragon prince #the dragon prince season 3 #tdp viren #tdp soren #tdp amaya #tdp ezran

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smash-chu · 5 years

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All of the fantasy asks!!

Fairy- What is something that you get excited about?

A lot of things, it’d be hard to list everything but i get excited about things in games i like, seeing people i care for being excited, and whatnot! I also get excited about drawing something really well and also knowing it will be liked

Mermaid- What are you looking forward to?

Uhhhh, that thingy with you whenever that happens :3 And i guess seeing where life takes me, as well as looking forward to more summers, i love summer

Elf- What are you proud of?

That i decided to keep on drawing!

Dragon- Sexuality?

Ace, probably, haven’t really bothered to figure that stuff out

Griffin- Gender?

I’ve gone with female for as long as i have known, so i s’pose that

Unicorn- Who do you look up to?

My friends! I don’t have any particular people that i look up to per say, some artists can be inspiring though sometimes

Spirit- Have you ever been in love?

No idea :b Maybe? I honestly don’t know for sure

Ghost- Favorite song?

Hard to pick!! I love plenty of songs, i’ve been listening to this a lot tho recently because it’s nostalgic and makes me happy

Poltergeist- Favorite song lyric?

This entire song, it’s so pretty it sometimes makes me cry, it’s an innocent, sweet song that just overwhelms my soul with a feeling of hearth

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lGCOWadWE2Q

Ghoul- Who is someone that makes you laugh easily/who’s company you enjoy most of, if not all of, the time?

You, you goof :b As in the person sending this ask

Goblin- What makes you happy?

Seeing people i like being happy

Dwarf- Favorite tv show?

Hah! I don’t watch tv! Nor shows these days! Luckily i can just say the moomins cause reasons~ Oh and Pokemon, but i stopped watching that after the gen 5 season came out cause that was also when it took a major halt in being released in Sweden :b

Vampire- Are you currently reading any books? If so, what book(s)?

I don’t read many books, mostly cause i know little to no good books and spend so much time drawing and doing other things! I do read a webcomic atm :3c Which i should keep on reading..

Werewolf- Who is your family? Who do you live with?

My family is my straight parents n my three younger siblings, they are a silly bunch! I currently live with no one but there are plans for that to change :3

Siren- Favorite color?

This beautiful thing! I love a lot of colors tho

Hobgoblin- Do you like anyone?

Wraith- Any scars?

Yeah i have scars on one of my eye lids from a big lump i had growing on it when i was young, it went away but it left it’s mark! Fun fact, it happened on both, but only one left a scar. There’s also a very faint and barely visible scar from when i hit my chin against a rock when i was younger. I also have stretch marks, but i dunno if those count.

Specter- Have you ever been in love?

Bitch this is the same question as the one earlier, the fuck

Chimera- Will you/do you want to get married?

Oh i wonder what the answer to that is UwU

Changeling- Do you want children?

No idea, based on the fact that i’m scared of pregnancy and already hate my uterus to oblivion i will never bear a child myself that’s for sure, but if given the time, resources and motivation, i would maybe consider adoption later in life

Oracle- Do you like children?

Yes and no, they can be incredibly annoying, but also funny and carefree. I do respect them though and won’t be a jerk to a child, but i in general avoid having anything to do with them if i can.

King- Describe your ideal day.

My ideal day is one where everything is chill, there’s no chore that needs to be done, i have no commissions or schoolwork, literally anything is within my reach and i can hang with my best friend.

Queen- Age?

20!

Princess- What is your relationship with your parents like?

Chill, they owe me stuff and i tend to help them out a lot more than they would like, but hey good on them raising a child who saves up a shit ton of money when given the chance :b I like them but they also feel hard to talk to, too, there’s still that thing in me that doesn’t like facing them despite me being an adult and they treating me as such.

Prince- Birthday?

The 17th of February!

Necromancer- If you could spend a week with anyone, alive or dead, who would it be?

My best friend, the sender of this ask :3

Castle- What is something that not a lot of people know about you?

I work towards goals other people would not expect nor think would be a thing, oh and i also like never ever brush my hair because i’ve given up on trying to tame my wild mane of curls - i am at it’s mercy

Tower- What is (at least one thing) something that you’re afraid of?

Talking to my parents about stuff that involve saying no to something they want. Falling down my stupid stairs on accident. Hurting people i love on accident. I also have a strange fear of construction machines which i can’t explain.

Magic- Describe your crush without saying their name.

The fuck is a crush lmao, i can give my info on things like appearance vise! Tall, long hair, freckles, glasses, chubby and friendly looking! Both of my best friends i’ve had over the years had those features, so that might be why i like those things

Enchanted Forest- Height?

4′11″ i’m always the shortest in any squad i am in and i contribute by making people feel tall for once, never expect me to successfully get anything off a high shelf unless you wish to see me go on a dangerous climbing quest

Magic Healer- Any pets? If so, what are they?

Don’t got no pets of my own, but my family owns a lil doggo named Zigge! Unless one counts the spiders in my house, in which case i have a big cellar spider named Sanic (cause she fast) and a occasionally visiting jumping Spider named Stripey.

Potions- Relationship status?

Single, duh

Potion Making- Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

I don’t even remember who i last gave a kiss to in the flesh, so i dunno

Divination- What do you think about yourself?

I’m certainly a person! I love my own sense of humor cause i often amuse myself and like how creative i am, it makes life so much more enjoyable. As much fun as it is making fun of my smallness and being a grump about it, i like that too honestly. I wish i had freckles though. And also was better at comforting people. I kinda suck at that a lot

Visions- Do you miss anyone?

Hmmmmmmmmmmm, i dunno maybe my bestie

Curses- How do you show affection?

I throw gifts towards a person, often art, and i also do it via constantly wanting to listen to what they say and want to hear whatever they are up to. I also tend to pick up the interests of people i like so i can relate and talk to them about it, it also makes me understand, and i value that a lot. Catering and trying to make either a fun or comfy atmosphere for the person is also something. Physical affection i am less certain about, mostly cause i don’t have anyone nearby to do that with yet :’3 Hugs are wonderful tho!

Charms- Are you religious?

Never have, never will. It doesn’t interest me, i love myths and stuff like that, but dedicating myself to a religion? Nah

Hexes- What’s your favorite smell?

Baking bread, sitting in the oven.... ahh..

Jinxes- If you could be anywhere, where would you want to be?

I like being in my home :3 I personally would not be anywhere else, but if i could bring another person here the obvious pick would be my bestie, of course ;3 And if i have to pick?? I guess at their place, though that’s far away and i don’t like America cause it kinda sucks and is scary for a little swede like me who has at most traveled to Germany and Denmark which are like right around the corner

#ask meme #ask #anothermageofheart #text #smash-chu talks #long post

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livayl · 4 years

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A slightly more in depth OC thingy.

So I have realized that my characters on here are still a little pale and devoid of background. I have had the whole world, stories and lore in my head for years but was not sure how much character information is too much or too distracting.

I have been really happy and surprised to find out that my stories are actually liked. Thank you so very much!

I´ll just add some things under the cut. Feel free to ask me if you want to know more about them/the world. :)

This is the non-sneeze version but still, please only re-blog it to other fetish blogs, thank you. Warnings for: A mention of characters who don´t get along too well with their family. Also a brief portrait of “high elven culture” that shows their elitist way of thinking. Mention of death.

Lillandlian is a white deer Centaur druid who decided to walk away from his kin and family because they actually did avoid and antagonize him for his magic to a point where he became scared of interacting with humanoid creatures. He decided to flee to a place called “the ashen woods”. This is a feral, barren place where a monstrous fire dragon is rumored to roam, hence the name. But Lillandlian is closely connected to all of natures creations, even the magical ones, and thus was able to live there in relative peace. He missed out on the ongoing war until he one day found the badly wounded Orc Shokhrakka more dead than alive, chased by one of the many forest-beasts. He was scared badly because Shokhrakka is a prime specimen of an Orc: Really big, heavy muscled with protruding tusks, many piercings adorning his ears and nose and quite intimidating. Despite that, the Centaur still helped him by warding of the attackers. Lillandlian then took him deeper into the forest and basically nursed him back to life. That´s when he was first told about the war and that it had actually reached Lillandlians so called home. Shokhrakka also told him that he was a soldier who, on that past day, was wounded by creatures that seemingly consisted of elementary magic and shadows. Those novel creatures had started to appear all over, fear and violence it their wake. This did amplify the Orcs distrust of magic. Both new friends did not find any other survivors, only death and other threats. In order to find some answers and because of the nearing, ever growing dread they decided to flee and search for a solution together but are hunted/endangered by both those “new” foes and the different alliances who view their friendship as forbidden. (Orcs and Centaurs are on different sides in this war, so to speak)

In human years Lillandlian would be in his early 30s. Shokhrakka somewhere around his late 30s.

Amaziah is a high elf. In this worlds context that means she is a pure-blooded, noble descendant from the former world ruling, mighty ancient elves. This comes with a strong, almost naturally existing ability to wield magic and the guarded knowledge of ancient speech. It also means to be a part of a quickly dwindling sub-race, since their culture does stupidly forbid mingling with other races, same sex relationships (no chance for offspring) and close contact to “ordinary elves”. Which are all that are unable to use magic or have otherwise disregarded the mentioned rules. Amaziah was ruthlessly raised to be an inexorable battle mage, an ability she used to finally break free from her power-hungry family. It ended with her being in charge of a big castle, having carved out the title of Archmage and a wish for change. Her regimen had started not too long before the magical foes first appeared. Amaziah also owns a wyvern named bitey-bite.

Marya is an elf that nobility would classify as “ordinary”. She is the daughter of a former high born mother who fell in love with a half- elven lumberjack. Due to committing the crime of mingling with a peasant her mother was heavily punished by elven nobility. Stripped of all her birthrights, family bonds and belongings she became a shunned outcast. But pursuing her unusual love had also its benefits for it gifted her with a warm, caring husband, a much freer and happier live that was crowned by a daughter.

But her pregnancy was a difficult one and all elven healers that could have helped still avoided her and thus deflected the couples pleas for help. Maryas mother then died by giving birth to her own daughter. Leaving the little baby with only the loving but still grieving father. She grew up in a small workers village close to dwarven mines and a vast forest. She had a happy youth that was still overshadowed by the longing for love and acceptance that at one point had turned to open rejection for high-elf culture and nobility. Due to the way she grew up Marya had never learned how to read and write properly but became highly proficient in Alchemy and working with dwarven runes. Before the outbreak of war she had been known as a well respected and helpful alchemist that never turned down a request for aid.

When Marya is conscripted she is 24 years old, later in time this varies from 24 to 27. Amaziah is 33 when both first meet. This does vary from 33 to 36 years dependent on the timeline. All compared to a human lifespan of course. ;)

Note: I do not, under no circumstances ever, support any kind of racism or fascistic tendencies. The whole “elven nobility” portrayed here does not get my approval, neither in my fantasy setting nor would it in real life.

#my fic #my oc #Lillandlian #Shokhrakka #Amaziah #Marya #elves #orc #centaur #some world and character background #snz asks are welcomed too

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mythwine · 5 years

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Dragon Con 2019 Recap, Part 1

DragonCon was soooo much fun this year! I am really glad I had the chance to go, and despite some hiccups it was a wonderful time.

So, hiccups out of the way first. Sabrina, Kelly and I rode to DragonCon with Trista (who luckily has an SUV). I didn’t have to do any driving and the trip went fine … until we got to Atlanta and got stuck behind a stalled vehicle at a light (their transmission died and they needed to be towed). While we were attempting to merge into the other lane and allowing the car in front of us to switch lanes, some IDIOT ignored the fact that an SUV was already in her lane and tried to go around, sideswiping Trista’s car. It damaged the front bumper. And then she decided to do a hit-and-run and not even stop. But she sure did pause long enough for us to get her plates before driving off, so we gave that and a description of the vehicle/driver to the police. So needless to say that was upsetting and not a great way to start the convention. At least we got rooms, though. Poor @Sashaforthewin checked into the Marriott at 9 AM and didn’t get her room until 7 PM, leading to a bunch of stranded people in our hotel room all day. Similarly upsetting car issues on the way back, when Sabrina’s car had a dead battery, delaying her arrival back home by a day. Speaking of transportation issues, @elrohare was stranded in Atlanta for a few extra days as planes don’t like flying into hurricanes and flights were cancelled/delayed. Everything worked out (so far as I know), but that was some extra stress. Con crunch caught me hard this year. I maybe kinda sorta over-ambitiously decided on 4 new costumes for DragonCon. But the catch was that *every single one of them* was part of a group, so there was no way to gracefully back out or decide not to do them last minute. Now, had I been a foresighted individual, I might have started making these costumes back in, say, June, to ensure they were all ready to go in time. But…to the surprise of no one who knows me, delay after delay after delay meant that I sure did get a late start. So while I gathered the supplies and plans and started some of the accessories in advance, I basically had to make three costumes from scratch in about 12 days (one costume was made of purchased clothing, so doesn’t count, though I did still have to dye a wig and a skirt for it). For the most part, these costumes came out well enough, though the third one was a serious rush job and nothing to be proud of. Also, embarrassingly, I was sewing it in the minutes leading up to our departure and had to hem it in the room at con.

That distraction meant that I wasn’t really all that careful with my packing. Here’s the full list of items I flat-out forgot to bring – stuff that was in my house, and I intended to bring, but that didn’t make it into my bags. A wig cap. Wig brush. Hair spray. A sewing needle with silver thread. Plastic drinking goblet. Canister of tea. A pair of grey stockings. BOTH of Nienna’s veils. Nienna’s belt. Some items fortuitously made it into my bag without my intentionally packing them, such as a spoon and my elf ears. Luckily, between my roommates and CVS, I was able to make do without these forgotten items, but man. That’s disorganized even for me.

But who cares about all of that, because Dragon Con was amazing! One upshot of the room situation was that Trista and Murph got an adjoining room to ours, and Sasha, Kathleen, Cindy, and Allison were only three doors down. Very convenient!

Wednesday night, we went to dinner at Pacific Rim after a de-stressing visit to the hotel pool. Lovely company, and an opportunity to catch up with friends! I don’t even remember what I ate (something with scallops), but it was delicious. Afterwards, we went to Trader Vic’s in the Hilton for MaiTais from their bar, meeting up with more friends. DragonCon is this big reunion, but especially on Wednesday night! There were T-Rexes having a dance party in the lobby, as you do. I think what’s fun for me is that on Wednesday, the conversations are still about real-world stuff, catching up with what has been happening in people’s lives, and then as the weekend progresses, it’s more silly stuff. The same person who is willing to discuss church policy with me in a bar on Wednesday is just as happy to kazoo Christmas carols with me on Sunday. I enjoy that transition into just hanging out and enjoying everyone’s company, but I like the real conversations too.

One of my favorite parts of con is no alarm clocks. I can sleep as long as needed and get up whenever. And after the overnight drive, I sure did need that slow start on Thursday. The main goals for the day were to obtain a badge, practice singing/panel (which required obtaining a Stacey) and attending Haldir’s ‘Sweet 1600’ birthday party. So this was a low-stress day for me. The badge process was a bit longer than usual, for some reason, so there was a steady line with a wait of about 45 minutes all day (for those who didn’t get the code thingy on their phone). Trista and I waited in line together, and Sabrina was kind enough to keep us company, even though she got her badge in like three minutes (she had the code). I met up with Stacey and Daisy in the food court (they were staying in the Westin), then back to the Marriott Dome for singing. Afterwards, we ran through our panel and timed it at 60 minutes, so we were in good shape for Friday. Then, I quickly changed into the one non-new costume I was wearing this weekend (Elwing) and went to the room party. Fun, as always! I was glad to have the chance to congratulate Stacey on her marriage. YouTube on the TV allows for anyone with the remote to set the music, so I sure did switch it to Berlioz’s Symphanie Fantastique for like 30 seconds before that got strangely vetoed. It was somehow not even my fault that we ended up shouting Lords of the Rhymes later, but it was totally my fault that Rolling Down the Hole was played. After the party, we went down to the Marriott lobby to take in the atmosphere of DragonCon, which included chatting with some firefighters from Miami who kept referring to @hellofeanor as ‘cheeseball girl.’ Mostly because she was holding an open canister of cheeseballs, which would remain open until Monday night.

The saga continues here: https://mythwine.tumblr.com/post/187588236720/dragon-con-recap-part-2-friday

#hiltonwars2019 #dragoncon2019

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pikapeppa · 5 years

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Fenris/f!Hawke modern AU: Family

Chapter 8 of the modern bartender AU Damned Spot is up on AO3! Previous chapter can be found there, or here on Tumblr.

In which Hawke has a less-than-pleasant run-in with Leandra and Carver, and Fenris has angst. Also CLIFFHANGERS.

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Rynne unlocked the door to her mother’s house and stepped inside. “Mom?”

“Back here, love!” Leandra’s voice floated into the foyer, and Rynne followed it back into the living room.

Leandra was sitting on the couch with her tablet on her lap. She looked up with a smile as Rynne approached. “You came!” she said warmly. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

Rynne swallowed down an instinctive surge of annoyance. Why her mother always had to make it sound like she never showed up when she said she would, Rynne didn’t know.

She purposely forced herself not to look at the mess of dishes and papers on the coffee table. “Hi, Mom,” she said. She kissed her mother on the cheek, then glanced at her tablet. “What are you doing there?”

Leandra sighed and jabbed at her tablet. “I’m trying to send an email to your uncle. But I can’t get the silly thing to load.”

“That’s because your wifi doesn’t work half the time,” Rynne said patiently. “I’ll give them a call today.” She started gathering the dishes on the coffee table.

Leandra slid her feet from the couch onto the ground. “Oh, love, let me do that.”

“No, it’s all right, I’ve got it,” Rynne said. Her mother would say she was going to clean, and then she wouldn’t, and the next time Rynne came over, she’d give her an earful of snide remarks about how difficult it was to keep such a big house clean all on her own…

Rynne pressed her lips together hard. It’s fine, she told herself, just as she always did. Mom isn’t well, she’s still grieving, it’s fine. No matter that Carver didn’t get half the guilt trip that Rynne did about not coming home more often. Rynne supposed this was her due for being the eldest, as well as the one who had taken Malcolm away from her mother.

She carried the stack of dishes to the kitchen, and Leandra followed her. “When will you call the wifi people?” Leandra asked.

Rynne piled the dishes into the sink, then opened the dishwasher… which was still full of clean dishes. She sighed very quietly and started unpacking them. “As soon as I’m done with this,” she said.

Leandra folded her arms. “Rynne, love, just let me do that. Then you can do the wifi.” She sat at the kitchen table and started toying with an envelope from the stack of mail that sat there. “You don’t need to fuss and cluck around me like a mother hen.”

Yes, I do, Rynne thought, with an unwelcome surge of resentment. Leandra had always enjoyed being fussed over. When Malcolm was alive and well, it was his shtick to fuss around his wife; ‘my Princess Amell’, he used to call her. And it was a cute routine, or at least Rynne had thought so when she was a child.

But as she got older, she started to notice how much her mother relied on Malcolm to do every little task, and how flustered she got when things didn’t go right. When Malcolm got sick, Rynne realized the full extent of her mother’s dependency: she didn’t work, didn’t pay the bills, and didn’t arrange the utilities or car insurance or any insurance of any type. As Malcolm’s condition worsened, her mother stopped helping with household chores or cooking.

So Rynne had taken over managing the family. And to her own blame, she’d never told Carver about the weight of the burdens she’d borne. She’d done the exact same thing to Carver that Malcolm had done to her mom: shielded him from the full ugly extent of reality by managing everything behind the scenes without telling him how bad it was.

Rynne turned and smiled at her mom. “I’m not fussing. I’m just keeping my hands busy. I’ll be finished in just a few minutes.” She picked up her pace and started unpacking the dishwasher more quickly.

Leandra, meanwhile, had settled herself comfortably at the kitchen table and was flipping idly through a grocery store flyer. “Carver mentioned you had a party last weekend,” she said.

Rynne felt a little wriggle of guilt at this statement. She supposed she could have invited Carver to the party, but he always got annoyed at her every time she saw him. It wasn’t Rynne’s fault she’d inherited all the humour genes in the family.

“Yes,” Rynne confirmed. “Do you want to see some photos? Isabela’s wearing a very interesting dress.”

Leandra perked up. “Ooh, yes. That would be lovely!”

Rynne smiled more genuinely at her mother’s enthusiasm. Leandra had always been endearingly interested in the hijinks of Rynne’s famous friend. She dug her cell phone from her pocket and flicked through to the album with the party photos.

She handed her cell to her mother and returned to the dishes. “We had a great time. Isabela just got back from a film shoot and Merrill was out of town for a while, so it was the-”

Leandra interrupted her. “Who is this boy you’re with?” she said. “This elf?”

Rynne took a slow, measured breath through her nose. One of the photos she’d taken was a selfie of herself and Fenris - an extremely cute selfie, if she said so herself. Rynne was grinning like a fool, and Fenris was frowning, and right after she’d taken the photo, Fenris had taken one look at it and started laughing.

Rynne loved that selfie. She loved how much it seemed to amuse him. And now, a week after he’d essentially dumped her, looking at that selfie made her heart ache, but she couldn’t bring herself to delete it from her phone.

She exhaled calmly. “That’s Fenris,” she said. “He works with me and Pipes. He’s a bouncer at the pub.”

Leandra tutted. “You seem very cozy.”

Rynne frowned. What kind of odd remark was that? “It’s not like that,” Rynne said. “We’re… we work together, that’s all.”

“Oh. Good,” Leandra said.

Rynne paused in her cleaning, then stood up and reached for her phone. “Mother, what is that supposed to mean?”

Leandra shot her an annoyed look as she handed back the phone. “An elven bouncer, Rynne? I would hope you know better than that.”

Rynne recoiled and raised her eyebrows. “And if he was a human bouncer, that would be all right?”

Leandra tutted more loudly and folded her arms. “Don’t make me sound like a racist, darling. You know how fond I am of Piper and that little Merrill.”

“Uh-huh. Just not if I was dating them, right?” Rynne drawled.

Leandra narrowed her eyes shrewdly. “So you are dating this elf, then?”

Rynne tsked in disgust, then abandoned the sink full of dishes and strode back into the living room. “Where’s the phone? I’m going to call the bloody wifi people.”

“Don’t curse,” Leandra said primly. “It’s in the living room.”

“Where in the living room?” Rynne called impatiently. “It’s never on the charging thingy where it’s supposed to be.”

A moment later, Leandra appeared in the doorway with a wounded expression. “Why are you speaking to me like this?” she said plaintively. “You’re being very short with me.”

“I’m not-” Rynne stopped and bit her tongue, then started again in a less defensive tone. “I don’t mean to be,” she said. “It’s just been a long week.” Long week felt like the understatement of the century. Every night at work had been a special kind of torture. She’d shown up each night half-expecting to find out that Fenris had skipped town, and seeing his looming stride as he walked through the door was both a relief and a painful bolt to the chest. She’d spoken to him as normally as possible despite his taciturn mien, even going so far as to flirt with him for the sake of normalcy, and he’d been perfectly polite in return - polite and so distant that it fucking hurt.

Rynne shoved the thoughts aside and forced her face into a pleasant expression. “I’m sorry, Mom. Do you know where the phone is in this room?”

“Of course,” Leandra said. She came into the room and started digging around in the couch cushions.

Rynne watched with a slowly withering patience as her mom slowly shifted blankets and papers and books around the room. Then she heard the creak of the front door opening.

“Mom?” Carver’s voice drifted into the house, and Rynne raised her eyebrows in surprise. It was the middle of the day. Didn’t he have to work?

She wandered into the foyer. “Hey, Carv. What are you doing here?”

He raised his eyebrows, apparently equally surprised to see her. “Rynne!” He hung his coat and stepped into the foyer, then awkwardly submitted to her hug. “Mom said she wasn’t sure you would be coming today.”

“That’s odd,” Rynne said lightly. “Because I told her last night that I would.”

Leandra breezed into the foyer with the house phone in her hand. She gave the phone to Rynne while kissing Carver on the cheek. “Hello, love. Can you take care of the dishes? Rynne was too busy to finish them.”

Carver raised an accusatory eyebrow, and Rynne momentarily sank into a very fond fantasy of bashing herself repeatedly in the face with the phone. She gave Carver a sweet smile. “I’m going to call the internet company,” she told him. Then she returned to the living room without waiting for a response.

She could hear her mother talking to Carver, something about ‘cheeky attitude’ and ‘another mess with another boy’. She scowled as she pulled up the internet provider’s contact info on her cell, then punched the number into the house phone with a little more force than was strictly necessary.

As always when contacting any internet provider, the conversation was a test in patience. The customer service rep kept asking to speak to the original cardholder on the account, and when Rynne had explained for the third time that Malcolm was dead, but that she had the credit card on file right in front of her, the rep insisted that there was nothing she could do.

“Fine,” Rynne snapped. “Then it looks like there’s nothing I can do but cancel my service with your company and go to one of your competitors instead. Have a lovely fucking day.” She ended the call abruptly, then looked up to find Leandra and Carver watching her.

She grimaced at them. “So, the bad news…”

Leandra sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Rynne.”

Rynne shrugged helplessly. “Look, I tried! There’s only so much I can do about a terrible case of the stupids.” She pulled out her cell and flicked open her browser. “Carv, what service provider do you use? Isabela’s is great but it’s pretty expensive.”

“I use the same one that Dad used here,” Carver said.

Rynne looked up at her brother. “Seriously? Well, shit.”

“Language,” Leandra snapped.

Maker give me fucking patience, Rynne thought. She exhaled slowly and faced her family with a pleasant look on her face. “They wouldn’t let me make any changes to the account or even lodge a complaint without speaking to Dad,” she said. “I told them he’d passed away, and it was like they didn’t hear me. You’d think I was trying to trick them or something.”

Leandra pursed her lips. “Unfortunate that your father is no longer with us, then.”

Rynne froze. Don’t rise, she told herself. Don’t rise to it, just let it lie. Leandra made comments like this every time Rynne saw her. It was nothing new, just part of the dynamic that Rynne had gotten used to in the two years or so since Malcolm had died, it was no big deal-

Her mouth opened of its own accord. “Is there something you want to say, Mother? No need to dance around your words. Just say what you want to say.”

Carver’s eyes widened. “Rynne,” he said warningly.

Rynne waved at him. “No, it’s okay,” she said brightly. “Let her speak. She clearly has thoughts. She should let them out. She’ll just give herself ulcers otherwise.” At the back of Rynne’s mind, there was a small logical voice screaming at her to shut the fuck up and not invite this conversation, but for some reckless reason, she couldn’t cope with her mom’s bullshit tonight. Was she being self-destructive? Was this actually a healthy thing to do, like lancing a festering wound? Rynne honestly couldn’t decide, but regardless of the reasons, she was rushing straight into this shitstorm with the speed of an Orlesian bullet train.

Leandra’s lips were pursed into a thin white line. She shook her head. “You are being so rude. I don’t know what’s gotten into you.”

“Maybe I’m just sick of the snide remarks and the veiled comments,” Rynne said pleasantly. “Feel free to be direct. I’d welcome it. I’ll take a punch to the stomach over a knife to the back any day.”

“Maker’s breath, you’re being so dramatic,” Carver complained. But to Rynne’s surprise, Leandra spoke up.

“Fine,” she snapped. She glared at Rynne. “Fine. Here is what I think. If your father was still with us, he’d be able to clear this mess up easily.” She turned to Carver plaintively. “He was so charming, your father,” she lamented. “He could talk anyone into anything. Unlike some ungrateful children,” she added pointedly.

Rynne held up one hand. “Hang on a minute. You think Dad would still be with us now if he hadn’t taken the lyrium?” she said incredulously.

“He lasted longer than the doctors thought he would!” Leandra snapped. “You don’t know how much longer-”

“Mom,” Rynne said loudly. “The palliative care doctors gave him less than six months. Even if he’d died by suffering in pain the way you wanted him to go, he’d still be dead by now.”

“Rynne, shut up,” Carver snapped.

“No!” Rynne retorted. “She’s being so unreasonable! It was either six months of horrible pain, or - or-”

“Or what?” Leandra shouted. “Answer me that, Rynne. Or what? Six months more time with us, or you killing him? Because we both know what you chose!”

“Mom!” Carver hissed.

Rynne rubbed her face roughly. It was on the tip of her tongue to say her mom was right - to just confess the secret she’d been holding back from them for years. But she forced herself to bite it back. Telling them the truth now would be a terrible idea, given the mood her mother was in. Furthermore, she didn’t want to make Cullen’s hard work go to waste.

She took a deep breath. “Dying by lyrium was Dad’s choice,” she said firmly. “He deserved to die in comfort.”

“Well, it’s a good thing he had you there to help him, then,” Leandra snapped. She delicately wiped a tear from her cheek. “I hope you enjoyed your last moments with him. I hope you said enough goodbyes to him for all of us.” Then she sobbed and pressed her fist to her mouth.

Rynne bit the inside of her cheek. At the very end, right before Rynne had emptied that final syringe into his IV, Malcolm had made only one request: Take care of your mother.

It looked like Rynne was letting him down, too.

Leandra sobbed again and pressed her face to Carver’s chest, and Carver gently patted her back. “I think you should go,” he said to Rynne.

Rynne rubbed a hand through her hair, then cleared her throat. “Uh, yeah. Of course,” she said. She rubbed her nose, then glanced at her mother.

Leandra’s face was buried in Carver’s shoulder. Rynne swallowed hard, then took a step away from them. “I’ll set you up with a new wifi provider later,” she said. “I’ll, um… I’ll put it on my card.”

Leandra ignored her. Rynne took one last look at Carver - long enough to take in the disapproving look on his face - and then she left the house.

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Fenris turned the page of the book Varric had lent him. It took a good ten seconds before he realized that he hadn’t absorbed anything on the previous page.

He sighed and slumped down in his chair. He was finding it so damned difficult to concentrate these days.

It was Hawke’s fault. Ever since that conversation they’d had at her condo, that blasted conversation where he’d stupidly told her every sordid detail of his past, he couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d said.

She was wrong, of course. Suggesting he go to the police was completely laughable, and not only because Fenris was a self-admitted criminal himself, albeit one who had never been formally charged. Hawke was naive and overly optimistic. There was no justice to be found for the wrongs that someone like Danarius had wrought. The only justice that a man like Danarius deserved was the kind that was found at the end of a smoking gun, and only Fenris could be certain that this justice would be served.

But the thing that galled him the most was Hawke’s suggestion that this wasn’t what he wanted. Of course he wanted to kill Danarius. Killing Danarius was the only objective that had kept Fenris moving ever since he’d left the Imperium. Seeing Danarius dead was the only thing that he’d wanted for years.

But that isn’t true anymore, a little voice whispered in his mind.

A memory of Hawke’s smiling face floated across his mind: that soft, heated smile she’d had as they lay face-to-face on her bed. He remembered it so clearly, just as clearly as he remembered the golden expanse of her skin as she knelt naked on her bed and showed off the twining black tattoo on her back. He remembered it just as clearly as the peaceful look on her sleeping face when he’d snuck out of her room before the sun had fully risen.

He rubbed his forehead as though to wipe the memories away. There was no changing his mind now. Danarius needed to die, and Fenris needed to leave Kirkwall after the deed was done. He couldn’t risk bringing the dangers of his past any closer to Hawke than he already had.

He set Varric’s book aside and idly spun his phone on his small dining table. There was no point opening the phone; the only people who had his number were Hawke, Varric, and Anso, and he wasn’t expecting messages from any of them. Anso would only text him if something urgent arose from the dregs of Tevinter society, and Varric would only call him for work-related things. And Hawke…

Well. Hawke would not be texting him anymore. Fenris had made sure of that.

He pushed his chair back from the table and idly wandered over to the half-packed duffle bag that sat at the foot of his bed. He’d started packing this bag the day he’d broken things off with Hawke, in the event that she did the logical thing and called the police.

But a week had gone by. So Fenris had continued going to work, and Hawke had continued speaking to him as though he hadn’t treated her terribly, and life was moving on in such a terrible, uncomfortable impasse that Fenris was half-tempted to leave Kirkwall just to escape the awkwardness and the torturous memories of the blissful night he’d spent with Hawke.

He stared unseeingly at the duffle bag for a long moment. Then his phone buzzed on the table.

Fenris looked up in alarm, then grabbed the phone and flipped it open.

The message was from Hawke.

3:17pm - hey can we talk

His heart instantly began racing. Why would she want to talk to him? What could she possibly want to talk about after the last-

His phone buzzed as another brief flurry of messages came through.

3:18pm - not about us dont worry 3:18pm - i was just at my mom’s and i

The messages stopped. Fenris stared worriedly at the screen as he waited for her to go on, but it was another excruciating two minutes before she texted again.

3:20pm - actually nvm i’ll see you later

Fenris frowned. Something was clearly wrong, or else she wouldn’t have messaged him.

His thumbs hovered over the keypad. He didn’t know what to do. No, that was wrong; he knew what he should do. He should just ignore the messages. Responding would only give her hope. It would make her think he was someone she could rely on, that she could put her trust in, when the complete opposite was true.

He slowly flipped the phone shut and put it down. He started paced restlessly around the room, but all he could think about was Hawke’s smile when she’d told him that her mother had called the police on her.

He imagined her bright, brittle, beautiful smile. He thought of how she’d confessed to him, how she’d told him he wasn’t a monster while making it clear, in the same breath, that she thought she was one.

Fenris gritted his teeth, then made his way back to the table. He picked up his phone and flipped it open.

3:23pm - What’s happened?

Her reply came less than a minute later.

3:24pm - honestly nothing different than the usual 3:24pm - accusations and stuff, you know, the usual haha 3:24pm - my brother was there so that was fun 3:25pm - sorry i don’t mean to put this on you i know things are not ideal with us right now

He nervously licked his dry lips. Then he tapped out another message.

3:25pm - Don’t apologize. I can talk if you wish.

3:25pm - are you sure? srsly i don’t want to interrupt your day 3:26pm - you could be enjoying a nice porn marathon for all i know lol 3:26pm - actually if thats the case then i definitely want to… talk 3:26pm - ;)

Despite himself, he actually scoffed. Then he typed out a response.

3:26pm - You can come over. Meet me at Athenril’s. 3:26pm - Where are you?

3:26pm - i’m about 10 mins away 3:27pm - seriously are you sure? i really dont want to be a bother

3:27pm - I will see you in ten minutes.

Almost thirty minutes later, he was leading a babbling Hawke up the stairs to his third-floor studio apartment. “... told Emile time and time again not to add that flavour shot shit to my tea, but I think he likes to experiment with me. I swear, if his beverage mixes are anything like his sexual tastes, I feel sorry for the first girl he sleeps with.”

Fenris raised one eyebrow as he unlocked his apartment door. “First girl?”

“Oh, he’s absolutely a virgin,” Hawke scoffed. “I mean, not that that’s a bad thing or whatever, but you can practically smell it on him. Can’t you?”

He stood back as Hawke stepped through the door, then curiously looked around while kicking off her flats. “I can’t say I’ve thought about it,” he said.

Hawke smirked as she entered his studio. “Well, I have,” she drawled. “I spend most of my idle time thinking about everyone’s sex lives. Thinking about Merrill’s is the most fun. I feel like it involves literal cherry-picking and making the bedsprings creak by jumping on the bed.”

Fenris huffed in amusement, then watched nervously as she slowly prowled around his tiny apartment. He’d hastily shoved the duffle bag in the closet, and otherwise there was nothing of particular interest for her to look at, but he still felt oddly nervous having her in his personal space.

Suddenly he realized that he hadn’t had anyone in his personal space since he’d left the Tevinter Imperium. No, since before that, even; the one-night stands he’d had in Tevinter were far and in-between and never in his own house, not since his family had died.

His disquiet doubled when her curious gaze fell on something he’d forgotten to hide: something that had been tied to his bedside lamp since the day Hawke had wrapped it around his wounded knuckles.

She shot him a quizzical look and pointed at the lamp. “Is that my scarf?” she asked.

Fenris flushed, cursing himself for his sentimentality. He should have returned it to her weeks ago, but the scarf had sat on his bedside table for days, and then he’d eventually tied it to the lamp - ostensibly to keep the table tidy. But that didn’t explain why Fenris had spent every night staring at that blasted scarf before falling asleep.

“Yes,” said brusquely. He strode over to the lamp and untied the scarf. “I’m sorry I didn’t return it. I…” He trailed off and wracked his brain for an excuse, but there was no excuse to be had.

He thrust the red fabric toward her. “Here. It is clean, it’s - I washed it. My apologies.”

She silently took the scarf and studied it for a moment, then put her tea on the table. Then, before Fenris could move away, she took his hand.

He instinctively tried to pull away, but Hawke was too quick; within moments, her nimble fingers had tied the scarf around his wrist. She tucked the ends against the inside of his wrist, then released his hand. “Keep it,” she said. “Give yourself a splash of colour to break up all that black.” She smirked and eyed him from head to toe.

He eyed the bright red scarf on his wrist, then self-consciously shook out the sleeve of his jacket to cover it up. His cheeks still felt embarrassingly hot. He gestured for her to sit at the table. “Tell me what happened with your mother,” he said.

Hawke sighed and picked up her tea. To Fenris’s mild bemusement, she sat on the floor instead of at the table and settled her back against his bed.

She stretched out her legs and sipped her tea. “Honestly, she’s just…” She trailed off and tugged an earring, then smiled brightly at him. “I shouldn’t complain,” she said firmly. “I think she’s depressed. She won’t go to the doctor or go to those support group things, but I talked about it with Anders, and… She’s not coping well. It’s not her fault.” She slurped noisily from her tea. “It’s not her fault,” she said softly, as though to herself.

Fenris frowned and slowly sat in one of the dining table chairs. “What happened today?”

Hawke wrapped both hands around her tea and stared at the lid. “I blew up at her,” she said. She shrugged and smiled a bit, but her eyes remained on her cup. “I got sick of the little pointed comments and I just… blew up. Told her to be straight with me, so she did.” She shrugged again and gulped her tea. “She still blames me for my dad. I mean, she should, given that I did exactly what she thinks, so it’s fine. I just…”

Fenris watched the movement of her throat as she swallowed. Then she lifted her amber eyes to his face. “Fenris, does this… does this feeling ever go away?”

He knew what Hawke meant. She was talking about the way your life inexorably changed the moment you knew you were responsible for someone else’s death. The way it was always there, always written at the back of your mind like a banner: You killed someone. She was talking about the way it seemed to sink into your skin and simply sit there no matter how many years went by, like a stain that could never quite be washed away.

But Hawke’s situation wasn’t the same. She wasn’t like him. He hadn’t helped to ease anyone’s suffering. The people Fenris had killed and hurt had been strangers to him.

Hawke was looking at him expectantly, and there was so much sadness in her customarily cheerful face, and Fenris dearly wished he could give her a better answer.

But he couldn’t lie to her. “No,” he said quietly. “It may lessen in time. But… the memory lingers. It becomes a scar, tenacious as any other. You will live with it, but… no. It doesn’t go away.”

“Oh,” she said. She twisted her lips and idly ran her finger along the lid of her cup. “Well, that sucks.”

He smiled faintly at her flippant words. “Yes, it does,” he said.

She offered him a faint smirk, then sighed and flicked the side of her cup. “What was your family like?” she asked. Then her eyes widened. “If you want to talk about it, I mean. You don’t have to - I hope that wasn’t a terrible thing to ask…”

“It’s all right,” he assured her. In truth, no one had asked him about his family for years - not that he had allowed anyone close enough to even know that they were dead. But Hawke had somehow managed to burrow beneath his armour and sneak inside his tattooed skin, and having her ask about his family didn’t feel as invasive as he’d once thought it to be.

He awkwardly scratched the back of his head. It had been so long since he’d spoken of his family that he wasn’t quite sure where to start.

“Well, my father died when I was very young,” he said slowly. “He was in the Tevinter military during the Seheron War. My mother…” He hesitated. This was where things became painful.

“Her name was Malina,” he finally said. “She was a schoolteacher. She was always smiling or laughing about some foolish thing or another. Not unlike some women I know,” he added, with a small nod at Hawke.

She grinned, and he gave her a small smile before going on. “She became ill when I was seventeen. A rheumatic disease. It was gradual at first, but the symptoms progressed quite quickly. She stopped being able to work when I was eighteen. Varania was thirteen at the time. When I finished secondary school, I started working.”

He’d been unable to find a job that could pay the bills and allow him to look after Varania and his mother. For months he’d jumped from job to job, juggling more than one and never having good enough attendance at any of them to hold them down. The undercurrent of anxiety he’d felt during that terrible time had made him feel nauseous on a daily basis.

That was when Danarius’s crew had come in. Fenris’s family lived in a run-down neighbourhood, and his mother had always warned him who to stay away from, but when he’d met Hadriana and her so-called friends, that’s all they had seemed to him: friends, people who sympathized with him and offered him some cash in exchange for helping them out with a little lyrium dealing here and there.

And Fenris had been desperate and naive enough to agree.

He pushed the self-recriminating thoughts away. It was useless to dwell on the far-distant past. Besides, Hadriana had gotten her comeuppance in the end. She was the one he’d overheard talking about how Danarius had set him up. And she was the first person he’d killed of his own free will.

He forced his gaze back to Hawke’s open, curious face. Pleasant memories, he thought. That was what Hawke needed to hear. He wracked his brain to try and come up with something nice.

Finally he struck upon a moment he could share. He huffed in amusement as he remembered it. “Varania was never fond of school,” he told Hawke. “She spent all her time on Facebook, Instagram… By the time she was seventeen, she had too many followers for her own good. She was always begging me to do her homework for her.”

“And let me guess,” Hawke said. “You said ‘no, Varania, absolutely not’.”

Hawke lowered her voice in a mocking imitation of Fenris’s voice, and he smirked at her. “Would it shock you to know that I did, in fact, do her homework sometimes?”

Hawke’s eyes widened, and she barked out a laugh. “Um, yes? I actually don’t believe you.”

Fenris smirked. “It happened more often than I care to admit. Particularly when she had papers to write. She hated writing essays. Odd, given the long ranting posts she would write on Facebook.” Fenris, on the other hand, had always been fond of writing. He’d once wanted to go to college for writing, in fact. Perhaps to become a music journalist, or something of the like.

But that was a lifetime ago. Fenris wasn’t that naive boy anymore.

Hawke crossed her legs and beamed at him. “Go on. Tell me more.”

He stretched his own legs out and folded his arms. “I once wrote her a paper about the influence of 80s new wave and argued that modern music would not exist without it.”

Hawke’s eyes grew huge and round. “Holy fuck. Okay then.”

“Yes, quite,” Fenris drawled. “Unfortunately for Varania, my mother saw it on her laptop and refused to let her hand it in. My mother said it had my ‘particular brand of eloquent bullshit’ written all over it. Varania failed the assignment, and I was forbidden from helping her anymore.”

Hawke laughed merrily. “And that lasted, what, two days until the next assignment came home?”

Fenris smiled. “And that is how I know you are an older sibling, yourself.”

She laughed again, and Fenris admired her loose posture as she lounged barefoot on his floor. He’d shared this particular benign memory in an attempt to cheer her up, and clearly it had succeeded. But to his pleasant surprise, he was feeling more relaxed and cheerful himself: more relaxed than he had felt in a week, at the very least. The last time he’d felt this much at ease…

He swallowed. It was when he’d been lying naked in Hawke’s bed in the sweat-laced afterglow.

His gaze settled on her face, and with a jolt, he realized she was looking at him as well. Her expression was soft and warm, and heavy as well, like the look on her face when they were sitting together on the couch at that blasted party of hers.

Fenris stared gormlessly at her. She was so beautiful, and the look on her face was the definition of inviting, and Fenris was seized by a mad, impossible urge to crawl toward her and bury himself in the warmth of that look on her face and everything it seemed to imply.

And then, in that weighted, petrifying, dangerous silence, Hawke’s phone dinged.

Hawke dropped her gaze, and Fenris took a deep breath as she pulled her phone from her pocket. She glanced at the screen and frowned.

She tucked the phone back in her pocket, but a moment later, it dinged again. She rolled her eyes as she pulled it out, but Fenris noticed the nervous way she nibbled her lower lip as she studied the screen.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

She shrugged and sipped her tea without looking at him. “My brother,” she said. “He wants to talk.” She tapped her fingers idly on the lid of her cup.

Fenris tilted his head. “You mentioned that he was at your mother’s as well?”

She nodded. “Mother told him I wasn’t coming. Even though I told her last night that I was coming over. She’s so-” She broke off and shook her head, then tucked her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “It’s nothing. It’s fine. I - it’s not urgent. He probably just wants to pick up where she left off. I’m not really in the mood right for a tongue lashing right now.”

She frowned at her knees, and Fenris bit the inside of his cheek, uncertain what to say. He couldn’t really comfort her, as he didn’t know her brother. Not that he was particularly good at providing comfort, anyway.

He finally picked up his cup of coffee from Athenril’s, which had long gone cold by now. There was a brief and awkward silence as he took a sip, and then Hawke’s phone dinged yet again.

She sighed as she picked it up. “I’m sorry, Fenris, this is so rude…”

He shook his head to refute her apology and sipped his coffee again. Her eyebrows lifted as she read the text; then, to Fenris’s surprise, she held the phone out to him.

He gingerly took it from her fingers and read the texts from her brother.

4:48pm - Are you at home rn? 4:48pm - I just wanted to talk for a few mins 4:51pm - I’m sick of fighting about Dad

He handed her back the phone. “What will you do?”

“I don’t know,” she said. Her eyes were wide as she ran her thumb across the screen.

Fenris picked at the bottom rim of his cup for a moment. Then, without quite thinking about it, he spoke again. “I can accompany you. If you want… backup.”

Her wide copper eyes darted to his face. “Why?” she asked.

Because I would do anything for you. The thought surged from the depths of his belly to the back of his tongue, so quickly and vehemently that it took him by surprise, and for a moment, he was terrified that he would say it out loud.

He couldn’t say it, though. He couldn’t, not with his rotten past still festering in the rearview mirror of his life, and not with the blank precipice of the future that stretched beyond the certainty of Danarius’s death. Hawke might want him, and - venhedis, Fenris, admit the fucking truth to yourself, he thought - he might want her more than he’d wanted anything in years. But wanting someone wasn’t enough.

Hawke deserved better, and Fenris wasn’t enough.

He breathed carefully through the vice of pain around his ribs and brushed a piece of lint from his jacket. “It is nearly time for work,” he said. “We would be heading in the same direction.”

He could feel her steady gaze on his face, but he couldn’t look at her, not right now. Not with this ugly lump of longing sitting in his chest where his heart was meant to be.

She finally stretched out her legs and rose to her feet. “That’s okay,” she said softly. “No backup necessary. It’s just my baby brother.” She placed her empty tea cup on the table and made her way toward the door.

Fenris rose from his chair and politely accompanied her to the door. “Hawke, I am… sorry for your troubles. The accusations from your mother…” He shrugged uncomfortably. “I don’t know what to say, but I am here.”

He finally chanced a look at her face, and he almost wished he hadn’t. Her expression was like a twisted mixture of hope and yearning and confusion all at once.

Then she smiled, and the knot of emotions on her face disappeared. “Thanks, but don’t worry about me,” she said. “It’s honestly not that bad. Usually we have a pretty good time together. We like to gossip about the same shows on HBO.” She shoved her feet into her flats. “Besides, you know what they say: blood is thicker than water. Or lyrium, in this case.” She gave him a casual little wave, then strolled away.

Fenris bit his lip. He understood the sentiment. But as he watched her walk away, pulling on his longing for her with every step that she placed between them both, he couldn’t help but wonder if some things were more binding than blood.

As Hawke disappeared around the corner and down the stairs, Fenris heard the distinctive buzz of his phone on the table.

He frowned, this time with more than a little concern. Hawke had just left, so the message couldn’t be from her. Well, it could be - she’d been known to send him barrages of silly texts moments after they parted ways - but it seemed very unlikely.

He strode over to the table and flipped open his phone, and the breath froze in his lungs as he read the text.

It was from Anso.

5:03pm - Someone has been asking about you. Female elf, 20s. Named Varania.

Fenris’s head was ringing with disbelief and suspicion and a blinding, dizzying hope. Impossible, he thought fuzzily.

He stared at the phone for a long, paralyzing moment, then hit the ‘call’ button and lifted the phone to his ear.

“Anso,” he barked. “Tell me what you know.”

#fenris #fenris fic #fenris modern au #damned spot #fenhawke #fenris/hawke #fenris x hawke #fenris/femhawke #fenris x femhawke #fenris/f!hawke #fenris x f!hawke #pikapeppa writes

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Pinto, Hallmark Christmas movie AU

The Pine family has reigned over the Christmas season at The Grove for as long as most people can remember. Katie and Gwynne come up with new themes for the North Pole Village each year. Robert Pine is—in certain circles and according to ten out of ten children under the age of 12 in the greater metro area—considered the Real Santa Claus. And Chris is the cheeriest, happiest, Most Merry Santa’s Little Helper who has ever held the position (including when he booted Katie at the age of 17). He can charm a smile out of the surliest scrooge.

But listen, Zach works retail, and not even good retail, he works one of those godawful kiosks trying desperately to sign people up for phone service, and the only reason he’s making $15/hr now is because the great state of CA finally forced his boss to pony up a semi-realistic minimum wage (but Zach still lives in his newlywed brother’s basement, because Califuckingfornia). If there is anyone in this mall that hates the time of year when the glitter covered fake-ass cotton snow comes rolling out and That Family™ comes in and takes over the place, it’s this guy.

Oh Zach and Chris very nearly came to blows last year. The have A History. This will be Year Three in the Fallout between Chris the Friendliest Happiest Santa’s Elf and That Swarthy Guy with the Nasty Attitude At Kiosk 18. It made the local 6 o’clock news. Reporters are already staking out territory. Mall security isn’t happy about it.

It starts out similarly to last year. Chris leaves a Christmas candy on Zach’s kiosk when he’s not looking. A candy cane one day. An Andes mint chocolate. Those pillow thingies that squish weird in your teeth. Each time, Zach trashes them, gritting his teeth. So Chris ups the ante. He goes for the whole Terry’s Chocolate Orange, the kind you have to whack and then unwrap and you get perfect little slices of delicious orangey dark chocolate.

A cameraman from Channel 7 catches him squirreling it into his coat pocket, When confronted, with the camera in his face, he says defensively, “My mom loves them, and they’re impossible to find in Pittsburgh,” before running off.

Chris: 1, Zach: 0. Grumpy Zach is publicly outed as a Mama’s boy. The reporters send an affiliate to reach out to his mom in Pittsburgh for comment. She cracks the door and tells them her Zachary really is a sweet soft gentle boy, he’s just had a terrible time since his father passed on Christmas when he was just seven.

The following week, Zach makes two children cry by telling them Santa passes gas in the break room that smells like reindeer roast.

That’s where it comes to head this year, so the media doesn’t quite get wind of it. Chris walks in and confronts Zach at the coffeemaker, saying, “Don’t you dare bring my dad into this.”

“Why not? He’s a gassy Santa. It’s gross, he should see a doctor.”

“Yeah he is, but you don’t have to ruin Christmas for little kids just because you don’t have a dad!” Chris immediately covers his mouth after that pops out. It was out of line, and he knows it. Zach silently goes back to the kiosk with a pained rage on his face.

But it changes everything. Chris confesses what he said to his dad when they’re at home over hot cocoa with full sized marshmallows, and they he feels even worse because all he’s ever wanted was to cheer this poor guy up and let him have a good Christmas for once. Also he’s just kind of hot, and… and Chris knows he’s probably as sweet as his mom says, because who would know better but Zach’s own mom? And Bob, itching at the snowy beard that he’ll shave off as soon as the season is over, tells him, “Then stop making it a hostile takeover, a forceful assault demanding that Zach should be happy right now. Sometimes, Chris, especially with people who have losses and pain to deal with, the Spirit of Christmas is just in quiet moments of joy.”

Chris doesn’t do anything at all in the week leading up to Christmas, to the dismay of all the reporters and the gossipmongers. He and Zach keep their distance, but there is one instance where Chris drops an entire bucket of mini candy canes practically in Zach’s kiosk. He didn’t do it on purpose either, some asshole didn’t place a mat over a wire correctly, and a patron could have gotten hurt. A whole group of piney teenage girls swept right in to help Santa’s Hot Little Helper pick up the mess, which he milked with sweet grins and thanks and presenting each one with a sweet, but it was a camera from Channel 4 that caught Zach watching the whole thing, specifically staring at Chris’ ass before he rolled his eyes and picked up a remaining candy cane by his feet, tucking it in his pocket.

Another happened when the Christmas decorations strung over Zach’s kiosk come loose and covers him in glitter that would never fucking come out of his clothes, but it almost made him look positively festive for the rest of the day. Chris giggled every time he looked in his direction, and Zach caught him several times, scowling. “You did it on purpose,” Zach accuses over the coffeemaker.

“I didn’t,” says Chris, “But now you’re all sparkly. It’s cute.”

“I don’t sparkle.”

“All sparkly and shiny and pretty like a Christmas ornament.”

“I’m not pretty,” Zach frowns, flustered.

“Yeah, you are.”

Zach’s eyes widen in shock.

Oh. Chris turns beet red and leaves it at that. Whoops.

Finally it’s time for the Christmas Eve Finale, the part everyone is here for, because every year—and the reason he stole the position from Katie (though she was happy to give it up)—Chris sings a song and put on a little show. And boy howdy, Santa’s Little Helper can sing like Sinatra. And this year, Zach got scheduled to work til close, so he can’t skip out and leave like he did the last two years.

Chris puts on a snappy suit with a Christmasy paisley double-breasted waistcoat and a red bowtie (he has a friend who works at the Armani shop and did him a solid) and starts the show by walking up to Dad with a grin and steals his Santa hat. The lights go low, and the music starts, and Chris makes sure he can see Zach nonchalantly flipping the pages of a magazine as he starts to sing “Let’s make Christmas Merry, Baby”. It’s risky, but hopefully he can play it right. He casually strolls off the stage and in among the crowd and over towards the kiosk.

Zach tries to fight it, he tries to hide at first when he realizes what Chris is up to, but Chris’s cuts off his escape and as he sings “I’ll come around about midnight, fill your stocking full of toys.” Zach rolls his eyes and crosses his arms as Chris does a little twirl around him, singing “I’ll let you ride my reindeer, you won’t need a hobby horse,” as he pulls a pen from Zach’s breast pocket and writes his phone number on the heel of Zach’s hand with a heart. By the time he sings “I’ll bring you a chartreuse Cadillac and a diamond ring,” he’s got Zach’s full attention, because he’s shimmied his butt up on the the kiosk’s countertop and tugged Zach in between his legs, and parents are covering their little kid’s eyes, because… because…

Because Zach, the Scowling Scrooge of Phone Sales at the Grove, is smiling. Besotted. A little punch drunk looking as Santa’s Little Helper leaves a sweet kiss on his cheek and whispers in his ear, “I hope you’ll come at Christmas with me.”

And he does. Zach feels so awkward going over to the Pines for Christmas, but he puts on a dumb ugly sweater and carefully does his hair and awkwardly shows up with a bottle of wine, but they’re like so nice to him, and Bob Pine takes him aside and asks him about his family and (tongue-in-cheek) if there was anything that Santa could do that would help him feel better around this time of year, and fuck, he might as well be the real Santa Claus for as good as he is at reading people and saying the right thing. And then Chris gestures him out to the dark backyard and it’s kind of awkward, and Chris has glitter in his hair and Chris says he only has one wish for Christmas and it’s for a kiss.

He tastes like peppermint.

#clearly I am terrible at this whole summarizing thing #wordplay as foreplay #fanfic memes #AUs I'll never write #semperama #also I have never actually watched a hallmark christmas movie in full so I hope I did this cliche shit justice

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guardiancherisher · 6 years

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Netflix’s Hilda Fanfiction Time! (outlined ideas only) (free use) (Please give credit)

David AUs

Secretly the son the bug queen

Turns out he’s a changeling

Queen’s child

Amnesia Hilda AU

AU rewrites first meeting of the great raven

Hilda loses memories while climbing mountains

Would have died if the raven didn’t save her

The raven tries to help her regain memories

Meanwhile her friends and family are looking for her

Hours turn to days turn to months

Finds scarf but not Hilda

The raven grows protective of Hilda

Amnesia Hilda has started living with the raven in his nest

She wants to do something for him to say thanks and goes out on her own to do so.

This ends with a troll or giant kidnapping or coming after her.

The raven saves her just in time, but she is injured.

He doesn’t understand human wounds and she ends up getting a fever on top of things

He’s so worried and doesn’t know what to do

That’s when he goes to find a healer

Alpha?

Nissa?

Random healing spirit?

Who is Hilda’s father?

Crossovers

Rick Sanchez

Blue hair

Stanford Pines

In the first episode, she is basically sketching a mythical creature like Ford has done.

Perfect personality mashup between Ford and Mum

Flaw: doesn’t explain blue hair

Maybe it makes her a prophecy?

Died as a kid and bringing back from dead is blue hair side effect?

She was going to die, but by looking for a mythical creature they were able to save her.

But at what cost?

Cursed?

As a baby, played with one of Ford’s dimensional thingies and now has blue hair forever

Mum: “Ford clean up your inventions! I don’t want them lying around where the baby can get at them.”

Ford: “Don’t worry. There’s no possible way she’ll be able make them work with the safeties on.”

Baby Hilda:

1. –too smart for safety-

2. –puts science in mouth- -sparks-

Mum: “FORD! –panics-”

Ford:

1. –panics-

2. HOW!?!

OC’s

Random blue haired/bearded guy

Looks like a woodmen?

Business men?

Bad father faceless father montage

Refer to Treasure Planet

Spy? Adventurer?

Reason he’s no there

Lost at sea?

Turned to gold while exploring an old temple

Indian Jones type?

Random traits

Abusive

Mum escaped to the woods because of him?

Abandons Hilda and Mum

Dead

Ghost dad

Mum is a teenage pregnancy

Dad is magical creature

Centaur

A spirit of some kind

Water

Air

Rain

Ocean

Lake

Forest

Humanoid of some kind or can transform from human to beast

Merman

Kitsune

Blue dragon

Blue beast wolf thing

Typical beast

Male Snow White

Prince of the forest

King ruler person

Alien

Mum has memories erased of husband

Because he had to go away and it was easier cause he knew Mum was stubborn

Danger

Random

Does Woodmen see Hilda as a kind of daughter?

Did he lose his real daughter? Family?

Cursed into woodmen form?

Woodmen finds Hilda as a baby and raises her

rude Hilda?

Wild Child AU

Aka Wild Hilda AU

Hilda raised by the creatures of the wilderness

Like Tarzan, but every creature pitches in

Woodmen

father figure

Mum dead or worse

Mum ghost?

Hilda Has Powers AUs

Hilda has superpowers

Communicates with the animals

Empathic powers

Can shapeshift into mythical creatures

Like Ben 10 or something

Alien powers?

Blessed by mythical creature?

Fairy?

Godmother?

Hilda has magic

Hilda the witch

Twig familiar

Elf summoning (Witch norm: Usually Elves are used as slaves)

The librarian is her teacher

Hilda with cape

Twig AUs

Hilda’s cursed brother or half-sibling (because magical forest dad?)

Twig talks AU

Twig familiar AU

Has a secondary dangerous form

Protector AU

Hilda long lost princess idea?

Blue hair

Father comes to take her back home

Or like Princess Diaries were she is last of royal family

Royal drama!

Sabotage

Assassinations

Ninjas

poison

Villains

Princess of Earth’s creatures

Diplomat

She may be immortal now

Alfur AUs

Hilda’s cursed brother

Elf Slave AU

Hilda to the rescue!

Plot: make elves free!

Crossover Needs

KND Hilda (#89)

89 is number form translates to “Hi” :3

make her Earth in another galaxy

space KND

Danny Phantom Crossover

Dimensional crossover

Hilda and Danny team up

Dimension Ghost villain

Hilda solves everything

Danny gets board

The Great Raven doesn’t like Danny very much

Danny can’t stop braking into accent

Danny: “It just slips out!”

Hilda: “Rude”

Hilda Falls AU

Hilda literally falls through rift into Gravity Falls

needs help coming home

When?

Young Ford?

need that father figure Ford fuel

Hilda really misses her mom

Before Weirdmageddon

Mabel and Hilda hit it off right away

mostly because of Mabel being Mabel

Dipper shipping

Hilda working in the Shack and being a natural

gives Stan ideas for exhibits

Runs into Bill moment

Maybe instead of Gravity Falls the rift just sends her to portal Ford and they go on adventures that way while still trying to get her home.

After Weirdmageddon

falls into icy sea

Stan twins rescue her

amnesia Hilda again?

Hilda Universe AU

Hilda and Steven universe fusion

Silda? Heven? Stelda? Hiven?

Hilda is a gem that Steven finds

Hilda is a gem/human hybrid

Her Mum is also a gem

Either Mum’s friend was a gem that turned into Hilda

Father left

Or Mum is human

Father was a gem, but he was flawed (hence being masculine)

Must be blue gem list

Lapis Lazuli

Aquamarine

Badass much?

Zircon

Eh more like Alfur if I’m honest

Kyanite

Blue Topaz

Sapphire

Oooo

Blue diamond

JUST KIDDING!!!!

Blue Pearl

So cute!

Gem placement

Belly

Chest center

Over heart

Hand

Forehead

In place of one ear

Disability if half human?

Knee

Back

Nose

Gem shape

Heart

Marquise

Trillion

Star shape

Pear

Briolette

Father flawed gem

Thunderbird shape

Weird shape

Shipping Hilda

Crossovers

Dipper Pines

They would work off each other rather well I think

Dipper could be lost in the multiverse or Hilda’s world could be isolated like Atlantis?

Dipper and Mabel dimensional travelers and documenters?

Dipper totally freaks when Hilda starts talking to him

He word vomits, trying to be discreet

Hilda shows him around

They go on a life threatening adventure

They fall for each other

Oh can they totally geek out when it comes to all the creatures together

In Hilda’s world

David

Eh kind of think he works better with Frida, but whatever

Trevor

Ew, but cute if he matures I guess? Maybe he turns himself into a werewolf or something because he’s stupid and Hilda has to save him?

Nightingale syndrome?

Human transformed raven?

Beauty and the Beast much?

Alfur? (pronounced ‘Alpha’)

–squee- little elf Hilda AU! In a little elf school! With a little nervous elf crushing Alfur!

OC’s

Mythical boys

Witch/magic boy

Siren (honestly because Ford dated one once)

Centaur

Changeling

Alien star child

Forest spirit

Superhero kid

Like Danny Phantom or kid flash powers

transforms into human…

Dragon

Phoenix

Unicorn

Kitsune

cute little trickster that doesn’t really understand what feeling so he lashes out or makes fun

Humans

Detective kid

Rogue kid

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daturanerium · 5 years

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2/3/2019, game one: never getting on a fucking boat again

some cast of characters to pique your interest before I insert the readmore!

Imzel, a female half elf druid (played by @alyssumasylum)

Arofyr (Ace), a male half elf ranger

Melvions (Mel), a nonbinary halfling monk

Kell, a male human fighter, future brute (played by @shaggy-kills-god)

Eva, a female human fighter, future gunslinger (played by me)

take a few minutes and read through our first game if you want. this is primarily so i can remember stuff, but i’m sharing it here just in case my followers are interested in eva and co’s crazy adventures. if you read the summary, send me an ask and let me know!

we open on mel, Val’s character. they’re a gender neutral monk living in the monastery up on the hill. mel is regarded as pretty much a god among the other monks, and they all see them as the Chosen One. mel is an absolutely fucking jacked halfling that doesn’t y’all and has more of a punch-first mentality. a week before our story begins, one of the other monks, john, informs mel that the heads have been discussing things and they might be conspiring to kick them out. mel eloquently uses their ✨magic asl✨ to tell john they don’t give a fuck, and then goes to meet with the heads. they inform mel that things seem.....off......in the world, and since mel is the All Powerful Absolutely Brilliant Incredible Show-Stopping Jacked Chosen One they’re sending them out to figure out what the fuck’s going on. the monastery has a horse and a guide waiting for mel, but, true to their brand of Not Giving A Fuck, mel sets off immediately on their own, leaving the guide to somehow catch up.

next up is kell and eva, will and i. they’ve stayed the night in a simple home with a farming family after helping them out with an unspecified problem the night before. the family makes the pair a simple but lovely breakfast, which both eva and kell gratefully accept. during breakfast, one of the members of the family explains that their son went missing after visiting a traveling circus earlier that week. he knows that the pair have already done a lot, but could they held him find his boy please? kell chows down on biscuits while eva asks the questions, as is the usual. kell wears a mask around his mouth and is mute, and eva has known him for long enough that she knows what he means (aka usually will just whispers in my ear if I can’t figure it out). the man gives a description of the boy and tells them that he came back after visiting the circus but was gone the next day. eva and kell advise that the family continue searching here while they follow up on the circus, which is traveling to Westrun (or close to that, forgive me dm) next. eva and kell will have to head to the docks to catch them. they finish breakfast and head out, receiving some payment from the family member.

next is ken’s character, imzel. she’s a half elf druid currently sleeping in a nearby forest. she wakes up to a sunny, peaceful morning. to anyone else it would seem like a great day, but for someone like imzel that’s in tune with nature and her balance, something seems......off. she can’t quite put her finger on it, and tbh she really doesn’t get a chance to think about it much since she almost gets hit by a cart halfway through her morning meditation. the cart is driven by a man who looks VERY tired. he apologizes for almost hitting her and asks if she’s seen an absolutely ripped halfling running about because it’s VERY IMPORTANT he find them. imzel hasn’t seen this halfling, but she offers to help. he helps her into the cart and they continue on towards the city.

finally, we have ace, andrew’s half-elf ranger. he wakes in the same forest farther down towards the city. his dog, who is currently unnamed (👀), is with him. ace awakes to a strange sight: the trees behind him seem to have.....holes in them? they’re absolutely wrecked, and as a tracker and hunter it’s something he’s never seen before. he carefully follows the trail of wrecked trees, keeping his hand on his sword and his dog behind him. what he finds is a.......short humanoid /thing/ that has way to many muscles to be healthy. it’s mel, val’s character, who has been punching trees along their way down to the city (much to the surprise and amusement of val, who gave the dm free reign over most of their backstory). mel flexes their muscles in the direction of ace and their robes “fucking disintegrate”. ace, concerned for obvious reasons, asks who they are and what they’re doing. mel spends the next two minutes using their ✨magic asl✨ to paint ace a vivid picture of them punching the shit out of his dog. he’s obviously Not Having That. and then, a very tired and upset voice rings out: it’s Mel’s guide, who informs mel that he has been searching for them for AN ENTIRE WEEK. imzel hops out of the cart, sensing the tension. the guide all but orders mel to get in the cart, which mel eventually and very reluctantly does. the guide apologizes to both ace and imzel and gives them both ten silver for their trouble. then they leave for the city. ace and imzel decide individually to follow them down, realizing that mel should probably be kept in check and their tired guide is going to need some help.

eva and kell have been making their way to the docks to get to westrun. they watch as a monastery cart rides by at a moderately fast pace, followed by a half-elven man and a pretty......earthy......woman. that looks interesting. they continue down to the docks, realizing that this strange group is heading in the same direction.

after disembarking, mel takes out their flute and begins to play. val rolls a four, so it ends up being more of a godawful screeching. kell, not having ANY of that shit, lifts mel’s comparatively tiny body and takes the flute. eva gently says to put the halfling down. he does. the guide walks up and apologizes. he looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks, poor thing. he starts to explain that apparently it’s his “destiny” to help mel and that he doesn’t get paid when a new interest enters the scene. an Incredibly Fucking Rich yacht pulls into the docks, and an Incredibly Fucking Rich nobleman steps off. he starts loudly complaining that this can’t be right and there’s no way he was supposed to meet in this dump of a city. kell starts to play the flute and rolls a nat20. the Incredibly Rich Man looks up and is actually.....kind of charmed. he approaches kell and eva and says that kell’s playing is quite skillful for a Gross Peasant. kell doesn’t respond, obviously. eva says thank you for him.

eva: he says thank you.

IRM: [white-guy-blinking.gif]

the Rich Guy quickly realizes that nobody knows who he is. he walks into the center of the docks area, rhetorically asking if anyone is aware of his status. nobody is. eva does recognize the crest on his jacket, but she can’t quite place the name. the Rich Guy finally announces that he was supposed to meet with the mayor. he reads mel’s poor guide as the most approachable for a man of his status and demands the guide send him to meet with the mayor. the guide has no idea where the mayor lives and tells Rich Guy as such. Rich Guy is.....not pleased. he takes his best guess and walks off toward where he assumes the mayor would live. as he walks past, everyone around him gets physically pushed away by an invisible something. eva and kell know where the mayor is but decide not to say anything. they continue to the docks.

at the docks there are two boats heading to westrun, which is where everyone is heading. one is a small dingy boat run by a middle aged guy who is surprised and excited to have any customers at all. the other seems a bit more middle class: it’s bigger and looks cleaner, and the man stepping out looks at first glance to be dressed well. upon closer inspection, his enthusiasm seems a bit....scammer-like. ace, imzel, and mel get on the nicer boat. eva and kell get on the smaller one.

[note: i wasn’t on the nicer boat. this next part is Val’s narration with some edits]

The creepy nicely dressed man was really enthusiastic about his love for the boat he named after his dead daughter (plot point). After showing us some nice rooms he shows us a table full of nice food. Ace, Izmel, and Mel all chose a plate that morphed into different food. Idk what food we got except I remember that Mel got mac and cheese. While we were were eating our food the old man shows us with Ace's plate of food that when he throws a dirty plate in this hole in the floor it comes out completely clean. So obviously we get weirded out and roll to cast perception but get nothing expect for andrew, who starts to converse with the old man about the type of magic, revealing the boat is pretty much entirely magical. After that the old man leads us down a long corridor with a door with a cylinder hole in it. The old man with a deathly serious tone tells us to touch nothing and with the help of 2 of his crew members opens the door to the "engine room". Which turns out to be this unworldly room with this orb in the middle. The orb morphs into these little childish playful orbs that sound almost like they're trying to talk to us, but as soon as they appear their morph back into their original ball orb thingy. And at this point Mel immedently starts walking out of the room, back onto the dock, and jumps onto the other boat, arms folded, unwilling to describe what happened on the nicer boat.

[end Val’s narration. thx for adding in!]

the smaller boat is run by a man who seems a bit nervous and apologetic, but excited to be having customers. he explains that his family used to run a cookie business and he was supposed to inherit it, but that he wanted to be a boat captain instead. he gives them each a business card. the cards are completely blank white except for a little logo at the bottom saying [something about cookies lol I don’t remember exactly what it was]. the captain stresses that they shouldn’t let the cards get wet but won’t explain why. eva puts them in her bag. they make small talk before setting out. the man seems a bit nervous and a little shifty, but that was something they were both expecting. mel hops on at the last second. (at this point val had to leave). after the boat is mostly out of sight of the coast, the passengers start to hear weird whale-like noises coming from deep in the boat. the captain says it’s fine! 🙂 and then asks if he told them the name of the boat. he hasn’t. he says the boat will tell them eventually 🙂. the boat Knows You 🙂 .the boat knows What You’ve Done 🙂. the boat helped him, the captain, get away from his murderous tendencies by making him confront his demons 🙂. the boat’s noises start getting louder. kell and eva are not at all okay with this. the captain says that they have to be because the boat doesn’t listen to him and is temperamental 🙂. kell and eva are Okay With This 🙂. the captain says that the boat is more active at night and will definitely speak to them in their dreams about what they’ve done, which is not good news for either of them. the captain eventually goes to bed. the walls morph around him to let him in 🙂.

eva and kell are alone but Not Really 🙂

kell eventually goes to sleep. he dreams of his past. it’s not fun.

eva doesn’t sleep. she stays up all night. as she watches, the boat starts to grow and stretch very slowly, creating appendages of sorts. and then kell, asleep on the boat, falls through an open hole on the deck and disappears. the hole closes on top of him. eva, despite her best efforts, starts to panic. she carefully walks over to where he was and knocks on the wood. there’s no response. and then the deck starts to take her, too. eva, knowing she deserves this, lets it take her.

eva has a vision involving her biggest mistake (👀) and she’s not having a fun time whoop yikes

the boat shows her what it believes she needed to see and then drops her back on the deck a few hours later. she is silent for the first five minutes, cries for the next ten, and then waits for the others to wake up/return. the boat is still making noises, but they seem almost like they’re trying to calm her down now.

everyone eventually wakes up on the boat, the newcomers visibly shaken. eva tells kell she’s okay (but yeah she’s def lying). the guide had some Seriously Fucked Up Dreams and he doesn’t want to be here anymore. the captain, after a bit of thinking, tells kell and eva to get their business carts wet. since both are pretty on edge after last night’s visions, they’re a bit hesitant. Eva finally takes her card and dips it over the side of the boat, and then Kell does the same. The cards turn jet black. now there’s symbols all over the card; kell recognizes it as thievescant. the card basically translates to “pass”. the captain says that he used to be involved in some shady business, and these cards might help “people like you”. he tells them to flip the cards over. there’s a set of numbers on the back forming a shape of some sort. the captain explains that this is his “number” and if they need anything they can use that to contact him. kell and eva are.....very confused. the captain, realizing this, explains that since they’re entering a new country there’s going to be lots of new, unfamiliar technology. he informs them half-jokingly to not buy anything people tell them to buy. eva puts both cards back in her bag. they’re a few hours away from the Westrun docks.

meanwhile, back on the other boat.....

[narration taken up by ken, thx hun!]

After Mel left, both Ace and Imzel were shown down a suspiciously long hallway by Reginald(?), the scammy old captain, and into an open deck area for fresh air (HE CLOSED AND LOCKED THE DOOR BEHIND HIM, V IMPORTANT). Once we had gotten enough fresh air, he reopened the door to lead us to our rooms and it was a completely new hallway. There were 7 rooms. I picked #7, but was turned down. Ace picked #4 and was given a key (different to Reginald's cylinder key thing) for #4 and was specifically told to lock the door behind him and to not use the key on any other door. He saw a nice lavender room, but with illegible scribbles on the wall. Imzel also chose #4 and unlocked it and went in, saw the same room, but no Ace. We then proceeded to dick around trying to see what would happen if you'd mess up the bed then left and returned (it stayed the same) and Ace decided to see what would happen if he went in but didn't lock it. The walls started oozing goop and there was noise slowly growing in volume. He left immediately, not investigating any further. Imzel decided to try her key in door #7 and it worked, but she saw her same room. As soon as she stepped in, not even closing the door behind her, loud train noises began to shake the room and she grew very ill feeling, so much so that she couldn't make a high enough dex throw to make it out of the room 🙃 Ace freaked out and wanted to open every door... but was persuaded otherwise... while Imzel tried to yell for help. Reginald found her first, got vvvvvvv mad and threw her out of the room then proceeded to scold both of them, then he ran (surprisingly fast for a "65 year old") to go fix whatever problem we had caused on his precious ship that had taken him 30 years to build...

[end ken’s narration]

and that’s where we left off! this campaign is really fun so far. If you’re a follower of mine thx for reading! Let me know what you think and feel free to ask me questions about Eva or any other characters :)

#emmy plays dnd #summaries #eva

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misc-oneshots · 6 years

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Keeping good relations

Everyone lives AU!

The reader is an elf who first met Thranduil while part of the company, now after BOTFA they’re settling into their marriage while trying to strengthen the unity between the lands of Men, Dwarves and Elves. Kili dropping into Mirkwood with Tauriel does very little to help relations between the lands. For: N/A Words: 1,886 Pairing: Thranduil x elf!reader

Sometimes you were sure that you’d need the strength of a dwarf to massage out all the tension in your husband’s neck but given that a dwarf was currently the cause of his stress, you decided not to voice your thoughts. “This is why he was kept in the dungeons on his first visit.” Thranduil grumbled into the silken pillow below his face. You continued to massage his shoulders while straddled on his hips and leaned down to ghost your lips between his shoulder blades. You brushed his soft hair to one side so that you could carry on a path up to his ear with your lips before gently nipping at the tip of his ear. “Was that the time that you also had me held in the dungeons?” You teased.

A groan was your only warning before he had turned below you, his agility never seized to amaze you, he caught your hands before you fell and guided them down to either side of his head so that you were almost chest to chest. His hand was in your hair pulling your face down to him, so he could kiss along your jawline before whispering against your ear “No, I had you in the dungeons last week.”

You face flushed at the memory, the dungeons that had first held you has a prisoner had, for the first time in centuries, had a completely empty wing and Thranduil had taken that chance to tell you one of his hidden desires. That he’d like to make love to you down there like he had fantasied about when he had taken the company prisoner. The guards were dismissed and you and Thanduil snuck down into the cells, it was no place for a King and his Queen to join in physical intimacy but maybe that’s why you enjoyed it so, because his fantasies and desires broke the stoic façade that your husband wore. You kissed the tip of your husband’s nose, “I’m supposed to be getting rid of your tension.” “There is no one more well equipped to do so than you, my Queen.” He smirked and lifted his hips so that you slid down his chest further and he could kiss you again.

You kissed him back for a moment before pulling away, “We need to go back to the party or they’ll come looking for us.” Thranduil rubbed his forehead in frustration, “It was a simple feast before that fool with the ridiculous hat started singing and –” “Remember that they are my family.” You chastised lightly. He pulled the same sour face that he always did when you spoke of the dwarves as family, “That may be so, but you belong in our chambers and any dwarf in the way of that will be banished.”

You leaned down to kiss him between words, “Stop.” Kiss. “Being.” Kiss. “a.” Kiss. “Grump. I would have thought that King Thranduil would be more willing to impress upon the dwarves how a real party is conducted.” As usual stroking his ego worked and soon you and Thranduil where back in the main hall.

“C’mon Y/N!” Kili shouted almost as soon as you’d re-entered the hall, he rushed forwards and caught your slim hand in both of his and dragged you over to where Bard and Tauriel were trying to stop Dwalin and Thorin from drinking too much and spoiling a treaty before it was properly cemented. You hugged them all, taking extra care to hug Tauriel the longest since she’d become an incredibly close friend over your adventures. After you’d strong-armed Thranduil into rescinding her banishment, he called it a wedding present to you, and bullied Thorin, with the help of Lady Dis and Fili, into letting she and Kili marry, Tauriel had practically become like your sister. Their wedding was only a few weeks away and everyone was bored of hearing Kili swooning by now.

“My Queen,” She dipped her head and you waved away the formality, behind her Kili did a mock little bow to you, “Have you heard word from my lord Legolas?” You smiled, “He will return for you wedding, assuming we elves are invited?” You aimed that question behind her and at the King under the Mountain. Thorin rubbed his beard and shared one of his ever knowing looks with Dwalin before nodding slightly, “You may attend, of course, old friend.”

You gave him a withering look, Thorin knew that somewhere in the room that Thranduil would be able to hear his lack of invitation. “I’m sure the King does not mean to invite a Queen without her King.” Bard attempted to keep the civility and offered him a grateful smile. “I know what I mean.” Thorin grumbled and drank more of the ale that the dwarves had insisted on bringing with them, “I only come to this blasted place to check that the elf does not mistreat you Y/N.”

“And you celebrate my wedding!” Kili practically sang as drunkenly tripped over Dwalin’s outstretched foot and landed into Tauriel’s outstretched arms. “And I’m sure it gives Fili a real chance to learn how to run a kingdom in your absence.” You added and Thorin smiled at your observation. It seemed that you had cooled the tense atmosphere until your husband crossed the room in five steps to stand beside you. He glared down at Thorin, “You speak of mistreating my Queen like it was not you who cast her from the Mountain, her neck bruised by your hand, in favour of the company of gold.”

Beside you Bard sucked in a breath and your head snapped to Thranduil but your husband didn’t look away from the Dwarf King, you had made him promise never to use Thorin’s actions under the Dragon Sickness against him. He’d tried to strangle you and cast you from Erebor the night before Bilbo had handed over the Arkenstone to Thranduil and Bard. Thorin, to his credit, didn’t respond in anger but rather caught your hand from your side and brought it up to his lips in both his thick hands. “And for my actions, every day I ask Mahal for forgiveness.” Thorin’s voice rumbled. “You were sick, I forgave every indiscretion a long time ago,” You glanced over your shoulder to glare at Thranduil, “Some would do well to remember that.”

Kili was the one to break the tension, he had his arms wrapped around Tauriel’s hips, his head on her chest as he rocked them side to side. “I’ve had an idea about the wedding.” Kili slurred, “Elves have bridesmaids thingys right? I want Dwalin as a bridesmaid.” Tauriel, to her credit, hid her giggle whereas the other dwarves exploded into bombing laughter at Dwalin’s red, angry face.

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“See that was rather painless, wasn’t it my love?” You asked later in your chambers and Thranduil’s drunken fingers fumbled with the buttons down the back of your dress until he pushed it off your shoulders and his lips followed the path of his hands. You giggled and stepped out of the pool of your dress, leaving you in just your thin cotton underdress, and into the arms of your husband. His lips found your neck and kissed up to the tip of your ear, knowing that would be your undoing.

Somewhere in the halls you could hear the dwarves still rampaging.

Thranduil slipped his hands under your legs and pulled you up into his arms so that you could wrap your legs around his waist, he groaned against your ear, “I want to take my wife to bed.” You gave him a coy smile, “Then do so but don’t hide from me.” Thranduil stalled, his expression clouding for a moment but you knew that you had more of chance since he’d been drinking. A chance to see his real face. You cupped his face in your hands and kissed along his cheek, “I love you Thranduil. I just want you to be comfortable with me, you don’t need to hide from me.”

You leaned forward in his arm to gently nibble at his ear, “Please husband.” He swallowed hard and after a moment the glamour that Thranduil used to hide his scars faded away and he stared at you with one milky eye. “You’re so handsome.” You whispered and kissed along his scars before kissing the eyelid of his wounded eye. “How did I find you? Such a –” Thranduil’s declaration of undying love was interrupted when your chamber doors were thrown open by a very drunk Kili, with Thorin and Bard in tow.

“Y/N, Dwalin is after us! Can we ride down the barrels again?!” He hiccupped and laughed at the sound he made before he finally looked at you in Thranduil’s arms, “Mahal! What happened to your face?!”

You didn’t need to look at your husband to know that the glamour had already slid back into place to show polished marble skin instead of his scars. Before you could think of any way to respond, Thorin had Kili by the ear and was reprimanding his nephew in their language. “Ow, ow, I get it Uncle I’m sorry!” Kili yelped. “You’re a guest in these lands and he is your future brides King.” Thorin snapped and caught Thranduil’s eye and for a moment you dared to hope that it was a look of understanding that passed between them. That this was the true start of the uneasy alliance between the Kingdoms, if only you hadn’t been in your underwear in a comprising position and more than half of your little group drunk, then perhaps it would have been more meaningful.

Kili yelled out an apology as his Uncle dragged him away, you could hear the echoes of the same lecture that he’s given both Kili and Fili about respecting your privacy as the only woman of the company – even if you were an elf. Bard gave you both an awkward smile, “Er- have a wonderful night?” He offered before taking a door handle in either hand and pulling the doors shut. You laughed when you heard his little run away from the door like he was worried that you and Thranduil would be intimate as soon as your audience was gone. Thranduil sighed and sat on the edge of your bed with you still in his arms so you ended sat in his lap. He rested his head on your shoulder and your ran your hands through his hair and hummed to make him smile. “May I banish them now?” He asked against your neck. “Do it in the morning, when they’re all hungover.” You advised and ran your fingers over his cheek where you knew his scars where hiding. You could feel him smiling against your skin and in echoes of Mirkwood’s halls you could hear Dwalin finally catch Kili and thanked the Valor that you’d survived your journey to enjoy this moment.

#thranduil imagine #thranduil oneshot #thranduil x reader #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit one shot

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buttsonthebeach · 6 years

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ok ok ok. this would not be canon. prompt: ashara and lucius are invited to to a fancy council thingie to talk about something important, but it is assumed that they are still together. they have to pretend to be in a relationship for it to go smoothly. UST and HEA would be nicest!

ANON. ANON. I know it has been forever but can I tell you how happy this ask made me?? I love Ashara and Lucius so much. So so much. It adds 10 days to my life every time I find out that someone else loves them.

Have some shameless, fluffy fluff, and I’m sorry for the wait :) I am always down for more SFW or NSFW prompts for these guys!

Ashara’s dresses are from this post - her first dress is the bottom right picture, and her second is the one above it (far right of the second to last row).

Pairing: Ashara Lavellan x Lucius Talvas

Rating: Teen for some sensuality, but absolutely nothing beyond that

Note: In an AU of Reckoning, Ashara and Lucius meet again at a Council on Arcane Affairs in a time when prejudice against elves is running high, and must confront the end of their relationship at last.

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When Lucius saw Ashara on the first night the International Council on Arcane Affairs, hosted in Cumberland, he couldn’t breathe. Mostly that was because of the absolute, undiluted rage in her face as she argued with one of the guards hired for the event. He so rarely saw her angry. But also it was also because of her stunning gown - thin gauzy blue folds draping into a small train on the floor, a high waist, a deep V neckline and thin straps made of tiny blue roses, with more scattered throughout the skirts. Her curls were piled on her head in an intricate hairstyle studded with more of the roses. She was stunning. That was why he could not breathe.And because he had not seen her at all in the year since their relationship ended, and yet he still knew the exact place of each freckle on her cheeks.“This is absolutely preposterous,” Ashara was saying as he approached. “I have an invitation to this conference. Of course it includes an invitation to this dance. Aren’t there dances every night this week?”“I’m afraid this event simply isn’t suited for mages of your - kind. Not after what happened in Clermont.”

Ashara’s face, if at all possible, grew more angry. Lucius felt that anger spill over into him. The murky incident in Clermont - blood magic, elven immigrants, illegal Orlesian templars, intrigue at court - had been the fixation of too many people in the last weeks. To think Ashara could have been involved - she had almost worked for Vir'anor, the group involved in the incident, before Enasan’s top university offered her a coveted position - or to generalize what happened there to all elves… it was ridiculous. No one deserved this treatment.What Lucius did next, he did without thinking.He walked up to them, and put his hand on the small of Ashara’s back, the same way he had done a hundred times in the year that they were lovers.“There you are, amata. I know Magister Tilani will be thrilled to see you tonight. I hope these men have not kept you waiting.”Lucius was not sure whose eyes were wider - the guards’, or Ashara’s. Those blue, blue eyes. She smelled like crystal grace, and the fabric of her dress was soft and thin and he could feel her warmth and suddenly the last year, the loneliness, the million ways he questioned his decision to leave her, evaporated.“Oh,” Ashara said. “Emma lath. I thought I could get in without you, but apparently these men do not realize that we are both honored guests tonight in our own right.”“Indeed. We can always speak to Magister Pavus about this, though. Doesn’t he arrive soon?”“That will not be necessary,” the guard said quickly. Then, more grudgingly: “Enjoy your evening.”He kept his hand on Ashara’s back as they passed into an antechamber situated before the main ballroom. She seized hold of that hand and dragged him into a corner of it.“Lucius! I didn’t even know you would be here. That was kind of you. Kind, but unnecessary. I would have gotten around to dropping Dorian’s name eventually. I like your beard.”She had not changed. Her words were quick as her mind and she was so, so close.“It is no trouble. I did not want to see them harm you.”A change came over her - like she remembered, suddenly, that day a year ago when he ended their relationship, saying that he did not want to hold her back from the life she so richly deserved among her people back home in Enasan. She put more distance between them, backing towards the center of the antechamber.“Yes, well. How have you been since - that is to say, how are you?”Things had gone well for him since their relationship ended. He’d made great strides towards his dream of creating a magically-powered printing press, having partnered with dwarven enchanters from Kal-Sharok and merchants in Vyrantium to secure the necessary resources and contacts to make his plan a reality. He had made new friends. He had moved to a nicer flat in Minrathous. But somehow, all of that stuck in his throat, looking down at her now - no longer an abstract idea or memory that he could pretend didn’t hurt him, but instead a real woman - tall and curly-haired and lovely and no longer his.

“I’m well,” he lied. “Shall we go in?”

2.The International Council on Arcane Affairs was formed from a partnership between Grand Enchanter Vivienne and Minaeve, the new leader of the College of Magi, who had taken Fiona’s place after a sudden illness. Apparently they had grown close during their time in the Inquisition. So it was even more ridiculous that the anti-elven sentiment continued to circulate at the event, despite earnest attempts to stamp it out.

Lucius had thought that the whole charade between he and Ashara would be done after that first night. They’d spoken for a while - she still lived with her parents in the capital city of Enasan, she’d made a few friends at the university, her research into the possibility of spirits crossing the Veil without suffering harm or changing their nature was going well - and he’d lingered close to her for some time after that, making sure no one else gave her trouble. But surely it would go no further.

But that was before the protest began outside the grand dome of the College of Magi on the morning of the second day. Before the throng of people flinging mud and rotten food and offal at the white marble, demanding they hand over every single elf mage inside, to answer for the dead Orlesians in Clermont.

Before he heard one of the rabble say: “Most of the knife ears aren’t even staying here. They’re in taverns and inns around the city. We should flush ‘em out of their holes like the rabbits they are. There are only so many inns that give rooms to their kind.”

Lucius’s heart was in his throat. Ashara had mentioned the inn she was staying at that - the Dirty Duck, or the Black Swan - or maybe it was called the Black Swan but locals called it the Dirty Duck -

He found it quickly enough. It was a decent inn but not one of the nicer ones, and it was close to what remained of Cumberland’s alienage. A sovereign got him Ashara’s room number from the bored serving man in the tavern area, and his long legs ate up the steps two at a time.

She was still radiant.

Her hair was wrapped in green silk and she was wearing a long linen tunic and her leg wraps and she seemed utterly bewildered to see him.

“There’s a bit of an incident outside the College,” he said. “A crowd of anti-elven protestors. They were threatening to come and find the inns where elven guests were staying and do -” He felt heat creeping across the back of his neck. “Well, I didn’t wait that long. You shouldn’t stay here. There are so few places in the city that will rent rooms to elves, and if this kind of sentiment continues…”

“Fenedhis,” Ashara swore. Her face fell. She turned and went into her room, and after a moment’s hesitation he followed. “I can’t believe this. Everything my parents fought for. And humans still react this way.”

The door shut behind Lucius. They were alone. In her room. With her rumpled bed. She never made her bed. He knew that because of all the times they’d shared a bed, because he knew the smell of her skin in the morning and what it was like to kiss her shoulder when it was warm with sun -

“I can’t believe it either. It’s ridiculous,” he said, though the words felt like they came from somewhere outside of his body. Ashara was pacing now, her arms wrapped around herself.

“I suppose the easiest thing to do would just be to go home. But that’s what they want. I refuse to be intimidated that way. I’ll go there myself now and tell them that. I have every right to be here, and -”

“Come stay with me.”

Again, Lucius’s words came from someone that was and wasn’t him. Ashara stopped pacing and looked at him, her eyes wide with shock. She was flushed. What was he thinking? He couldn’t ask her to come and stay with him - what would she think?

“Would that even work?” she asked. “Aren’t you and Maevaris staying in one of those expensive new hotels near the center of the city? I don’t even know if they’ll let me in.”

She said it with such bitterness, and he wanted to go back to the college and shake every protestor there by the throat. How dare they make anyone feel this way. How dare they make her feel this way, when she had such a good heart, such a keen mind, so much to give the world.

“I’ll make sure they do.”

In hindsight, the problem that arose next was a rather obvious one.

He forcefully, calmly, told the (human) servant in the entryway that Ashara needed a key to his room, and that she was staying with him, and the servant glanced between the two of them and said:

“I take it this is your wife?”

Of course.

Of course he said that.

Well done, Talvas.

“Yes,” Ashara said, putting her arm around his waist. “I am his bondmate.”

And of course Ashara used the Dalish word for spouse, and her hair was still wrapped so her long, bladed ears were on full display, and her normally wide eyes were narrowed and angry. And of course his heart leapt all the same at how close she was.

This would not end well.

“I’m sorry, you’re going to need to explain this to me again,” Claudia said. “In what universe, present, past, or future, was the only solution to this problem to pretend that you two are married?”

Claudia never did mince words.

Lucius sighed and pinched his temple.

“I already did explain it. The protestors -”

“And you didn’t think to have her stay with Mae? Or to stay with her at her inn until Dorian and I arrived and she could come stay with us? And somehow she didn’t think to mention any of these options either?” Claudia took another long sip of her wine.

“I don’t know, Claudia. It’s all that came to us.”

They were in one of the small sitting rooms in the College, in-between salons and discussions of all kinds. Ashara had gone to a different one from the two of them, and she was not back yet, which had led to the two of them sequestering themselves while they waited. They had not had a chance to talk in private that day before that moment.

“Fasta vass, Lucius. You two are the biggest idiots I know.”

Lucius’s anger flared. “I am trying to help her. To protect her.”

Claudia rolled her eyes. “So did you two sleep in the same bed last night?”

Lucius’s back still hurt from the night he’d passed on the floor. “Of course not. That’s not what this is.”

“Indeed.”

Lucius threw up his hands. “Claudia, this isn’t easy for me. Why would I do something that hurts me, if not to help her?”

Because it hadn’t been easy, lying there that night, hearing the rustle of her in the bed nearby, her quiet sleepy sounds. He was always one to sprawl out in every direction when he slept but he always made an effort to hold her while she fell asleep, when they shared a bed. Did she still have nightmares about what happened in Oruvun? If one woke her, what would he do? He could not kiss her eyelids and her forehead and her lips until her breathing slowed again.

It had not been easy when he woke before her that morning, stood and stretched, and saw that she had kicked off all her covers in the night, and was in her smalls and tunic alone, and he was greeted by the sight of her long legs, her skin nut-brown against the cream-colored sheets, her thighs dotted with yet more of those freckles.

Claudia, for her part, did look shocked at his vehemence. She put down her wine glass.

“I think you should stop and think about why it hurts that much.”

Ashara insisted that he sleep on the bed on the third night, and that she could sleep on the floor. He woke up at one point to the weight of her sitting on the edge of his bed. She said something in Elvhen. Her hand rested feather-light on his shoulder. He found that he could not sleep the rest of the night, waiting for some sign, some sound, that would tell him it had not been a dream. That maybe, just maybe, this was hurting her too. Walking hand in hand through the throngs at the various events in that glittering marble building. Calling each other amata and arasha and husband and wife Averting their eyes or leaving the room when they changed back in their room.

That maybe it was hurting her too because she also wished so badly that all of this was real.

It was on the fifth day that he kissed her, without any premeditation, of course.

The gala that evening ran late, and she was wearing another beautiful gown, handpainted cream-and-rose silk this time, a fuller skirt, and a neckline that plunged nearly to her navel, leaving that perfect expanse of skin between her breasts bare to the warm Nevarran air. She was laughing, stumbling against him, and that was when he saw two or three men coming down the road towards them, rough-looking sorts, angry-looking men, and before he could think of anything else he had pulled her to one side of the road, turned so that she was nearly against the building, and kissed her, trying to shield her from sight with his body. His heart raced in his ears. She made a startled sound - and then she melted against him, her hands on his waist. The men passed them by. He stepped back from her.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry, I know this is all supposed to be fake, I don’t know why I -”

She took his face in both her hands and kissed him, and her gown was smooth and cool under his hands but the skin on her back was hot, and when she parted her lips she tasted just like he remembered.

She pulled back, her breath already drawing short. She gestured nervously with her hands while she talked.

“No - I - now I’m the one who’s sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. You had your reasons why you ended things and we haven’t even talked about any of this, and I’m sure I’m just taking advantage of your kindness -”

He kissed her, and he let every ounce of longing, every regret he’d ever felt in the time they’d been apart pour into that kiss. A fine tremor ran through his hand where it rested on the small of her back, and this time they were both out of breath.

“Then let’s talk,” he said.

She beamed at him. “Okay. In the morning. And - I think maybe I should stay in Claudia’s room instead.”

The International Council on Arcane Affairs was full of watching eyes, and naturally people had noticed that the daughter of Fen’Harel and Maevaris Tilani’s protege had been seen in each other’s company and were even, reportedly, claiming to be married. So people did talk when they arrived to the sixth day’s events separately.

But, more importantly, they talked that afternoon, in one of the libraries.

“The moment I saw you,” Ashara said. “The moment you put your hand on my back and called me amata -”

“I know,” he said.

Ashara wet her lips.

“But you were the one who ended things, Lucius. And I accepted that - and - so much of what you said that day hasn’t changed. Your life is in Minrathous and mine is in Enasan. I don’t know that I could ever live in Tevinter long-term. Not as an elf. You could come to Enasan, but things are so unsettled now, after what happened in Clermont…”

She was right. She was. And good things had happened in Lucius’s life since he walked away from her - but as he sat there in a library bathed in light, not quite touching her, he realized that none of them quite compared to the way he felt when he looked in her.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said. “If you are willing to try - I know that I am. I want this to be real.”

“Me too, vhenan.”

She took his hand, and smiled at him, and he realized in that moment - it already was real. It always had been.

They didn’t make it to the seventh day of the council. There were too many other lost days they needed to make up, too many smiles to share, too many plans to make.

Claudia was the one who came looking for them, although when she took one look at them, she had only one word to share: “Finally.”

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