#Tristan is mostly okay. mostly

[morrithal]

I actually cannot stop making my character backstories so fucking sad and tragic. It's a curse I have on me. Reminds me of some OCs I know

[invinciblerodent]

Verbena of the Shadow Dragons; "Rook"

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Raymond Percival Trevelyan (The Inquisitor)

Arie Aeducan (The Warden-Commander)

Warden Tristan (Thorne) of the Grey (alternate Rook)

This is just a short, interview-type piece, and it's basically just me trying to figure out Ver's voice and backstory. ❤️ (around 1.6k words)

The painting I used there is "Romantic Encounter" ("Örök Szerelem", actually translates to "Eternal love") by Zichy Mihály. (It's also meant to kinda interact with the grapes to its left? I'm cooking okay)

“I had the cover, before I would have had anything to cover for. When I finished school, I had no means or desire to go to university, so my father got me a job guarding the construction sites where he worked as an auditor- he kinda… I don’t know, supervised the men’s work in some capacity, I never got how, and I watched so that most of the supplies would stay at the site. And at first, it was a boring, cushy job-- a few bricks got nicked every now and then, a few tools, a can of paint or two, but all was above ground and fair.”

“But then… one of the bosses, they managed to get their hands on a few bonds of debts unpaid. And one thing came after another, and soon, the indentured servants and slaves said to be the same working the construction outnumbered the free men ten to one.” Verbena paused, and turned her eyes to her hands folded on the table in front of herself-- her eyes blank, as if reciting from memory a poem the words of which she had said so many times, she no longer felt their meaning.

("Doesn’t sound very unusual, for Tevinter. Surely you couldn’t have been so naive as to be surprised that a Magister would buy slaves-- that’s like being surprised that a bear does, indeed, shit in the woods.")

She shook her head, and a small, bitter smile stretched one of the corners of her mouth up in a way befitting a snarl. “What can I say, I had barely shaken the eggshell off my ass at that point. Call me an incorrigible idealist. But, one evening, about a year in, things… really changed.”

“I thought I was alone on the compound-- doing my rounds, locking up, the works. Until I heard… something. From behind the buildings. Thumping, laughter… crashes. I thought some of the guys had simply ended up here while on their way home from the pub, so, I went to send them home.”

“I was wrong. It was an elf boy. Not much more than 18 years old by the looks of him, like me. And the foreman and… some of the other guys, workers and guards, I don’t recall who or how many, had him surrounded in a circle. They had beaten him within an inch of his life-- allegedly for stealing, but they never did tell me what it was they thought he had stolen. All I remember is that wild look of terror in his eyes as he looked up at me from the ground, his lip split open, bleeding, and his nose already swelling, and how he scrambled back, screaming bloody murder as soon as our eyes met.”

“When I asked what they were doing, the guys, they just… laughed, in an almost embarrassed kind of way, and the foreman just… sort of reached for the boy’s elbow, yanked him to his feet, and left him there. There was no mention made of the incident, and they just… dispersed, one by one, and went home to their families.”

“I couldn’t do anything then, except bear witness, but none would have taken that seriously. So I tried to talk to the boy, tried to, I don’t know, help him the best I could.” Her eyes softened now. “I gave him my handkerchief to wipe the blood off his face, and soon he told me his name-- Adris. An indentured servant, he had sold himself as soon as he came of age to the Magister employing both of us, to pay for medicine for his father and school for his sister. He was nice, thought he knew what he was getting into, and he didn’t seem to mind a beating or two too much either. But he was the reason I sought out the Shadow Dragons.”

“The first job I ever did with them took weeks. Adris’ bruises healed, and everyone had forgotten the incident-- especially my involvement. But I didn’t. I had been feeding the Dragon contact I had found information about all the slave-trading my boss was doing. I snuck around, stayed late, volunteered for overtime, all to sniff out the ship dates, the drop sites, the name of the slaver the Magister was trading with-- and once we had everything set up and ready to go, I submitted my resignation.”

("What?")

Ver smiled. “What, have you never heard the saying, ‘don’t shit where you eat’? If I was to be useful to the Dragons, if I was to survive in Minrathous on my own, I needed to be able to keep getting gigs like that. For that, I couldn’t be present as a guard at sites of slave revolts- but I could be present at the handoff points, if only as the muscle.”

“The opportunity came roughly a week after I tended my resignation, and we struck with a small force, freeing every slave and servant at that site-- Adris among them. His family lived far, and he had nowhere else to go, so afterwards, he stayed at my apartment, I got him a job washing dishes at this eatery my uncle managed, and one thing leading to another, he became my best friend-- and, a very good informant to the Dragons, too. He seemed to have a knack for getting servants to talk shit about their masters, and expose potential targets for future raids, so we kept working together. He sussed out those deserving of a hit, I got a job guarding there, and we fed each other information that got a lot of people, good people, freed over the years.”

“Until one time, a few years ago, we got sloppy.”

“We were… seen. I don’t know whose mistake it was. Maybe I fucked up noting down a guard rotation, maybe it was bad intel, maybe it was just bad luck, I don’t know, but at this one job, at the fuckhuge mansion of some guy called Hispidus, we were seen... and the next day, the Templars came knocking at our door. I’ll never forget how I saw that same terror in Adris’ eyes as I did that first night we met, and I’ll never forget how damn brave he was, telling me not to follow as they shackled his hands and dragged him away.”

“And he had my back. He refused to give them anything on my involvement, no matter how long or how intently they interrogated him, he gave up nothing. Not even when they tossed him into the prisons. Much as we know that what we’re doing is right, in Tevinter, the theft of a slave is still a capital offense-- and they really like enforcing that ruling, especially if your ears are of a pointier variety. We were both guilty, many times over, and he said that him, they’d find a reason to execute sooner or later… but me, I could still do something far better than die.”

“I was there, visiting him, when a Grey Warden recruiter came to the prison to select prospective Wardens from the condemned there. And Adris caught their eye, so they had him pulled from the cell, just like that, and they… left, with him.”

“I begged, and pleaded, and raged like a child to be taken myself as well, to be able to go with them, and I… did not take it well, when they refused. They said, ‘we Wardens have no use for the likes of you’-- and at that time, I had taken that to mean ‘stupid, jumped-up little Soporati girls with no guts or sense’. Now I know that they meant ‘people with a shot at an actual future’.”

("Did you love him?")

“I think… that we both knew, deep down, that there was something there. That we were not quite in love, but that there was… something almost deeper than romantic, between us. At first we were awkward around one another, even that hovel I was renting from one of my father’s friends was a villa compared to the kinds of places he had lived in, and for a while he often awoke screaming and saw in me nothing but another seeking to hurt him. Those days were rough, but… as time went on, we seemed to get through the worst of it. And we got close… very close. And as the couch he had been sleeping on collapsed one day, it seemed the most natural thing in the world for us to start simply sharing my bed. There were no more screams at night from then on.”

“And sure, I know you’re wondering-- yes, we had slept with each other in the less innocent sense as well, but overall, our relationship was platonic. We weren’t making love, we were just… getting rid of stress, while making a good friend feel good. We were sharing everything, food, living space, affection… sharing our bodies on top of it all, it simply felt natural. And in that time, we had no time for other lovers, so… I suppose, one might say that we were, in a sense, that, as well. But it wasn’t… like that.”

“When he left with the Wardens, that was the last time I had seen him. Ever. And it’s been… eight years, I want to say, since then. In that time, I saw this happen again-- not often, but enough times to count. Sometimes we freed someone with more bravado than sense, or simply someone with no place else to go, and off they went, to seek out the Wardens-- and once or twice they showed up later in Warden garb, but most other times, that was that. They disappeared, never to be seen again.”

Ver traced a finger along the rim of her glass now. “I wonder, sometimes, what became of Adris. Or what I’d say to him, if I were to see him again. But I know, deep down, that that’s less and less likely with each passing year. So, I try not to dwell on it.”

[bunji-enthusiast]

Could you do poly Tristan and Lancelot hc with a fem s/o?

Haha, hope this was okay anon! It’s always nice to write for either of them to be honest.

Its the wholesomeness I got in spades with these two!

Individually they are very great partners on their own, but both of them? Oh wow, you got real lucky! You are the most well-protected girl in the expanse of Britannia against any opponent. They can be a bit of clashing in terms of personality, but you can tell they always mean well for not just for yourself, but each other too. It's a working circle the three of you had managed, albeit perfectly.

Lancelot is full of worries most of the time, and he worries a lot. Even if he doesn't express it, he's come to care way too much about you and Tristan alike. You both stole a place in his heart and won't move out, and that almost scares him.

Tristan sometimes is stuck between a rock and hard-place, usually trying to be the one to amend things when going through bouts of agreements or difficulties that brought out very big emotions. But still, he could understand too, the idea that you could just suddenly lose your life and leave the other two in the process can be rather terrifying.

Life with them can tend to either swing from complete peace or complete and utter chaos, you can never truly tell what to expect. But that was only part of it, and you still chose to stick with them regardless.

Bathing together is a complete and utter rarity, many do it privately for very valid reasons. But in spa's? It is very much going to be all three of you, it's nice to be content and speak about the simple things of life.

Regardless if you are as about as strong as they are, or even weaker, they will both still very much express worry over you.

Lot's of private and domestic moments, especially during cuddle sessions. You're mostly kind of squeezed in between them or even other times your spooning Tristan or Lancelot from behind while the former holds the other.

Tristan is mainly the wounds taking care of wounds, he always insist anyway, and you couldn't say otherwise - having goddess powers really did come in handy often. Yet it was the intimacy of it whenever you or Lancelot would do it for any or all three of you, it was personal, but refreshing in a way.

Between the three of you, silent rage is truly something personal if either of you got injured. You all vow for each other and protect each other, so god help the person that injured even you, Lancelot or Tristan. If it's you alone that would have gotten injured, it's two very angry and powerful boys that the opponent would have to deal with.

Your smile and laughter? Absolutely knocks them both out (not literally), its the way the lines are so ingrained, the way the light frames your face perfectly when you smile and throw your head back to laugh. Its in the way that you have stolen their hearts so completely that they look at you like you're everything to them.

When you have your days of peace, without carrying out duties or patrol, you have dates. Which most of the time you usually suggest or bring up, other times it would be Tristan marking up the idea. However, whoever actually plans is usually a flip of coin. Though between the three of you, it's surprisingly Lancelot who plans the best kinds of dates and takes both of you into consideration about what you're comfortable with.

Hand-holding, absolutely. While it is rare for Lancelot to actually take your hand or his, he does admire it from a safe distance when you and Tristan hold hands. but when it happens to be hand-holding with him, you quite literally have to hold back the urge to scream. He's an absolute dork when this happens, and it's frankly adorable.

Sometimes, though also rare, you accidentally end up mix-matching clothes. Tristan could have your shirt, and you could have one of Lancelot's many sweatshirts (listen I know he constantly wears that outfit, which he looks good in but still).

Practice and training lessons together! Perfectly ordered in actions, and the clashing of swords and magic. usually is more so one on one, but when the three of you all together want to really practice and work at it, you all train and go against each other.

Lancelot is protective of you both, but he knows better to overstep, he's got manners after all. He just can't help but worry at times if there is some bad even that is occurring, he worries about both of you and your health. Eventually breaths thats sigh of relief when he hears one or the other's mind, through the ability of his heart-reading.

In the dense sparseness of the castle hallways, you could be seen with Tristan, just simply having a delight by dancing together. There is another pair of eyes watching you thoughtfully, not a sight he expected to wake up to and find, but nonetheless a welcome one.

The shimmering rays of the sun dawned on the still-awakening land, leaving the bustling liveliness of Liones to begin airing. Filling each and every sleeping person who begins their day with a renewed sense of emotions and a new motivation to take on the day, be it quick or sluggish. Particularly in this case, it was you and Tristan who'd awoken way earlier then Lancelot had. This was a rare case, but either of you didn't want to awaken the sleeping wild prince. So the two of you had opted to simply leave him alone and not disturb his sleep.

You chuckled as you pulled along the beautiful white-haired nephilim, who was questioning at each turn where you were taking him too. You just told him to be patient and wait till you had gotten to your desired destination. Which didn't take very long to reach fortunately.

Tentatively letting go of your hold on his wrist, you stepped into the empty yet large room. it was the dining hall only used for balls and the celebrations of birthdays alike. Tristan slowed down to a stop, watching your movements as you walked around, hearing the bountiful echos of your footstep clack against the cold-hard stone. A small smile tugged on his lips, such a simple act, yet he couldn't help but find the beauty of the chastity in it all.

Like the haunting howls of a weeping ghost, yet it was such a wonderful and tearful cry. With all the stories interwoven, and one could tell, with the scratches indented into stone from numerous footsteps made in the vast expanse of the space. One could tell, he could tell, that it wasn't the ordinary everyday thing to set off such a wonderful morning.

"What'd you bring me here for?" He asked, whence finally daring to break the uniqueness of the silence, though he was dearly endowed in wanting it to last even longer. You turned your head, the flowing locks of your hair following along. Just a small smile, a barely noticeable grin as you clasped your hands tightly behind your back.

The windows were wide, and towering, leaving the light to spill in. Casting such an ethereal glow upon the colors that made up your appearance, Tristan almost seemed to be ashamed for allowing himself to set eyes upon such a sight.

It was certainly a far cry from what he was used to, and he wasn't sure if he was prepared for it. But akin to obstacles, he would push through it and succeed.

"I was wondering," You began, walking forward toward the prince of Liones. "If you wanted to share a dance?"

"A dance?" His eyes widened, though not in disgust or reprise. It was something else entirely, you weren't sure.

You let out a hum of affirmation, cheeks colored bashfully.

"I-I uh," he stammered, before shaking his head and pulling himself together. "That sounds nice, but i'm kinda a bad dancer though." He laughed, scratching the back of his head, cheeks dusted pink with embarrassment. Oh it was a wonderful, vociferous sight to see such a bashful expression on the prince.

You had contemplated your thoughts for a moment, and the current situation of circumstances. But you decided once and for all--

"Come on anyway!" You grinned, holding out your hand for him to take. "I'll help you, promise."

He seems to be turning within himself, eyes swimming with stout doubt. One blue, one green, both colors you had almost envied him for being born with. They fit him so perfectly, like a glove. You'd stare at them for eternity if you could, for it was in eternity that you had been born with the blessing to encounter not just him, but the grumpy blonde prince as well.

It was that you had been snapped out of your daydream that Tristan took your hand, so you respond immediately, pulling him close and swimmingly performing ornate moves, and even the silliest ones. Causing to elicit laughter from both of you when either of you mess up a move.

One stamp on the foot or on the other.

"Ow!" You wince, and Tristan's expression immediately turn to concern as an apology spills out of his mouth.

"Sorry, sorry!" He said, almost frowning as he held your waist, stepping somewhat backward as he waited for you to re-adjust yourself. Tristan didn't mean to make another mistake again.

You shook your head with a giggle, pulling him close again, and holding both his hands, removing them from your waist. "I like this, it's nice compared to the stuffy royal ball kind of dancing."

His brows turned, A small smile tugging at his lips, "Oddly specific, don't you think?" You shrugged your shoulders, a knowing expression betraying the notion.

Lancelot let out a groan, noticing immediately that two bodies of warmth had disappeared from the bed. He shifts onto his elbows, raising his brows in confusion as his sight had been wrought with bleariness. He got up, shifting the blankets, but he had folded them back rather neatly. His eyes shifting, somewhat sensing the way you two had left the room. Didn't even bother to wake him up as well, he almost groans bitterly at the thought, but it was immediately replaced with some appreciation for being allowed to sleep longer.

So he finally got up, and began his quest of finding the two of you.

Which honestly didn't take very long, considering the laughter and the barely noticeable echo of steps that seemed to repeated, song and dance, he didn't even need to use his ability to read thoughts. Lancelot wasn't necessarily sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn't you and Tristan dancing together.

He let out a low hum as he encountered the sight, it was somehow in a way, refreshing. It tugged at his heartstring in a way he didn't realize they could be, as he leaned against the large doorway, hands in the comfort of his pockets.

Lancelot could notice the clear smile on your face, and Tristan's face. It was a certain he was almost sure he didn't deserve to lay his eyes on. But he was content, nonetheless in drinking in the sight of beauty and laughter.

The drawled scent of petrichor and the comforting air drafted the once musty hallways, spilling in from the vast expanse of the empty ballroom naught for the two bodies making it sing so lively. It was one spin, then another step then two steps, that he was sure that he was so, so lucky to find such a sight.

Lancelot's head was tilted in thought, the energy imbuing him with a sense of rejuvenation he never had felt before, the assurance of living as long as your partners. The excitement of memories to come, and surely he was sorely going to imbed this to memory for as-long as he lived, and Lancelot sure as hell didn't mind the thought of that.

"You're pretty silly sometimes, I swear Tristan," You comment, sticking out your tongue as you looked at him, quite a wide grin.

The whiter-haired prince shook his head at your remark, letting out a small scoff as he pulled you close. Enrapturing you in a surprise hug, then pulled back.

"I believe you are... sillier than I." He punctuates with a goofy expression, as he pats your head, and you just smile, features softening almost impossibly.

"Could be me, but there's enough of that goin' around."

You and Tristan's heads had turned to the source of the voice, finding Lancelot to be the source. You jumped in surprise, almost stammering, "What? how long have you been there?"

"Long enough to see you two prancing around." He shot back, you could almost see the expression of fatigue slowly wearing out from existence on his face, you assume he had recently awoken.

Tristan just laughs, crossing his arms, "You wanna join us? It's pretty fun." He said, a remarkably kind smile on his own face. Your eyes flit between him and Lancelot, and yet then, only you and Tristan burst out in laughter. While the blonde just scoffed, pressing forward to join you both in the room.

But, he really couldn't deny it, always enjoyed the sights of beauty.

[charcubed]

"GAY WEEK" ON DOCTOR ODYSSEY REVIEW: not the episode I expected, but the episode I fucking deserved

A lesser show would use Gay Week to introduce queer content and possibly have it for only one episode as a special. But on this show? It’s always queer and the function of Gay Week is showing and explicitly talking about polyamory the entire time, setting up a polyamory slow burn.

WHO is doing it like them, I ask of you?

I am locked the fuck in for the long haul, baby!!!!! (as if that's news)

YIPPPEEEE

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okay here I'm (mostly) copying and pasting some of my live tweets to share my immediate thoughts on the ep

-TRISTAN ENJOYING ALL THE ATTENTION FROM GAY MEN…. 👁👁 I love this bisexual

-“Polyamory” / “Throuple” / “That deep human condition question… Can all of my needs be met by one person?” We are literally watching a show on network television that’s explicitly about slow burn polyamory and I am in complete and utter disbelief. This is the thesis statement. They just went out and said that shit

-No but seriously they managed to have the throuple do an explicit threeway and NOW they're turning it into a slow burn?? WONDERFUL FOR ME PERSONALLY. LET'S GET THIS ANGST

-Max: “I’m a one woman” kind of man Tristan: “Aves… I can’t share you" Avery, lowkey: why are you both so fucking stupid and making this only about me when we have potential here because ALL of us want each other equally, including you two????

-No but this is so realistic I'm foaming at the mouth. OF COURSE they're getting caught up in the M/M part of it!! Of course they are!!! Of course that potentiality has to be drawn out!!! DELIGHTFUL

-TRISTAN’S FINGER KISS OVER THE SHOT OF MAX. IF ANYONE NEEDS ME I’LL BE PASSING AWAY.

-Anyway. “I’m a one woman” type of man Max said...... well guess what Max, that’s still true because you’ll have one woman and one boyfriend. Problem solved, king <3

-Also, if I think about how Max "I need to chase more joy" Bankman and Tristan "I have too much affection in me" Silva both reacted to having SO much happiness in one evening that they got scared by it and felt it was too good to be true I will start screaming.

-Hey so we all agree that the function of the single “heterosexual” couple on the ship is so we could get the visuals of 2 queer men standing in the background watching while the woman gave birth right. Like as thematically connected to Max’s excuses. We collectively saw that, right? Just checking

-Regarding the preview for next week: LOL. NO WAY IS AVERY ACTUALLY PREGNANT. I don’t know how or why but I’m calling bullshit, respectfully…. there’s gonna be some niche medical explanation for this tomfoolery and it’s going to force emotional angst

I FEEL LIKE I HALLUCINATED THIS EPISODE

THIS IS THE SHOW AND TRIO I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO HAVE AND CAN'T BELIEVE EXISTS

Captain Massey you sweet, kind, and accepting old man I love yoouuuu... John Stamos in a throuple I love yooouuu.... writers and directors and creative team behind this queer polyamory show making very deliberate phrasing and framing choices I love yooouuu... <3333

[cattofwatt]

Headcanons Part 9

Finally! And starting with my new favorite character

David (new fav design)

-he is great at figuring out people and just overall a pretty good dude

-patience of a saint

-he mostly just feels bad for the cursed who have lost their minds or changed mentally a bit. He would look at Leigh and feel bad.

-his bites now are just absolutely fatal. Not that he would use that mind you unless he needed to

-he knows some of his students Didn’t have great home lives so he promised himself to be as great of a guardian figure as he can be to them

-nowadays he kinda is their actual guardian now as they can’t find the kids parents. And he is still a teacher

Oliver

-he is very bodily expressive and isn’t that bothersome to him

-he was the art kid in school everyone would beg to draw something for them

-his cursed form is unable to speak but no one notices because he already didn’t speak. He hasn’t noticed either

-he lives with David like the rest of the kids and is doing pretty well.

Victor

-one of those kids that says “it’s my turn on the console”

-only reason he is not cursed is because he was staring at his game the entire time the bus thing happened

-doesn’t seem to be aware anything is really happening

-his game is a major comfort for him and if he doesn’t have it nearby he starts having a panic attack

Florence

-she loves video games like Victor but in the casual way

-not a headcanon but it’s really funny she can talk but the blue tentacle creature in the sewer camp can’t

-she seems pretty nice

Coralie

-just absolutely loves cosmonauts. It’s her hyper fixation for the month

-she is able to climb on any surface with those suction cup hands and feet

-she will never take that off now. Not because she can’t. Just because she won’t as always

Thomas

-a little slow but still good natured

-slow to trust because of past related trauma.

-doing better these days

Zachary Roxie

-Zachary was born blind and has had Roxie for most of his life. They are very close

-the collar and handle are actually just attached to Roxie now but she doesn’t seem to mind

-they could not be happier that both of them are still alive

Alice

-she uses the cutesy voice as a way to get what she wants.

-she knows very much older things than she really should.

-she’s very good at getting whatever she wants but is still very childish of course

Tristan

-troublemaker who just loves to test boundaries

-he doesn’t go too far though as his goal is more like to be more funny than mean

-he wants to be the class clown so badly

-subjective how good of a job he is doing.

Phew okay next time I’ll do the random new update characters! Cya then!

[captainsophiestark]

Power Couple

Tristan Flynn x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2024!

Fandom: Crescent City

Day Twenty-One Prompt: "We've done worse."

Summary: Tristan and his SO are in the van working together to help Lidia, Ruhn, Hunt, and Baxian escape. It's the mission of a lifetime, and they can't afford to fail.

Word Count: 2,534

Category: Fluff, Humor, Angst

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Alright, are you two set?"

I leaned forward and picked up the radio on the dash, holding down the button to reply.

"Set."

"Good. They're on their way out now. I'll give you a signal when they clear the gates."

"Copy."

I set the radio back on the dash, then took a deep breath and started the car. A moment later, I felt a warm, familiar hand resting on my thigh.

"I heard what you said to Dec, but I feel like it's my job as your boyfriend to ask: you ready for this?"

I huffed a laugh and turned to look at Tristan Flynn, sitting in the passenger seat of the van next to me. We'd been here for the better part of an hour now, doing my least favorite part of a mission: waiting.

Our friends had been captured by the Asteri, and we'd finally figured out a way to get them back. It wasn't going to be easy, but it was a chance, and not one of us had hesitated to take it. For Tristan and I's part, we'd be providing support for our friends' getaway car. Tristan would put his Aux training to the test and provide firepower, while I'd be living up to my driving reputation behind the wheel.

If things were going according to plan, Lidia would be on her way out of the Palace of the Asteri with our friends in tow. They'd be racing through the city streets in moments, and we'd meet them there. My heart raced, mostly at the thought of everything that could go wrong, but I nodded anyway as I laid my hand on top of Tristan's.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm ready. Just... worried."

"About?"

"Something going wrong when we're still too far away to help."

I turned to face Tristan as he nodded, giving my thigh a little squeeze. We shared a small smile.

"I know how you feel. We've just gotta trust them to take care of themselves until they can get to us. And then nobody coming after us will stand a chance."

I huffed a laugh, the smile on my face growing a little more sincere. Tristan never failed to make me feel better, even in the face of ridiculous life-threatening situations that had become all too normal in the past few weeks. I shook my head.

"I can't believe we're about to go racing through the streets of the capital city as part of an insane jailbreak from the most fortified jail in the world." Tris just shrugged.

"We've done worse."

"Babe. Literally what have we done that's worse than this?"

"How about the time you came as my date to a Lord Hawthorne function and had to sit through dinner with my entire family?"

I snorted. "Okay, that was worse."

The two of us shared a smile and a little laugh, the moment fading to something slightly more sincere as we held hands, staring into each other's eyes waiting for Dec's signal. We both knew what was at stake if something went wrong today. Not just for our friends, but for each other. The Asteri were brutal, and I wasn't going to let them get their hands on my boyfriend.

The radio crackled to life. "Alright, Daybright's heading to the gate! She got everybody out, but they've already got people trying to take them out. They'll be on you in a minute, get ready to go!"

I snatched up the radio and gave Dec another "Copy" before taking the car out of park and shifting into gear. Tristan leaned over, gently grabbing my chin and pulling me in for a fast, hard kiss. He pulled back, his eyes holding mine for just a moment, his expression unusually serious.

"We've got this, sweetheart. Let's show those bastards just who they're messing with."

I nodded, heart racing in my chest, and Tristan climbed into the back of the van. I heard him getting his gun ready and moving towards the van's sliding door, ready to provide support when we met up with Lidia and the rest of our friends. I took a deep breath, getting my head in the zone.

Right on cue, I heard an engine roaring from around the corner of the alley we were hiding down. I timed my exit perfectly, tearing out onto the street and falling immediately alongside Lidia in her jeep. I nodded to Lidia as I pulled alongside her, then a little bit ahead. I heard the sliding door of the jeep open.

"Where the fuck is your hand?" Tristan shouted. I could barely make out the words over the road noise and gunfire, and frankly, I didn't really want to know who his question had been addressed to.

Even if I'd wanted to, I didn't have the extra bandwidth for it, either. A pedestrian stepped out into the street, and I had to swerve to avoid them. I popped down a side street, not exactly our planned path, but not one that would be a problem either. We ended up flanking some of the forces on Lidia's tail, and Tristan took them out one by one.

A moment later, the radio crackled to life, the next part of our plan ready to go. I took a deep breath and redoubled my focus on the road ahead of me, buildings and people flying by. We were about to burn down the Spine, starting in the Eternal City; things were going to get a little wild.

I managed to fall into line with Lidia again as we neared the end of a massive street heading straight out of the city, explosions echoing in the distance. I heard Tristan shouting again, making sure our allies knew the plan.

"We'll cover the highway. Get to the port!"

After a moment, the van door slide shut again. Tristan was climbing his way back to me, but I didn't even glance at him. My attention was otherwise occupied.

Based on Lidia's intel, Mordoc and his dreadwolves, the biggest threat to our group's success, would be coming out of the southwestern gate. Now that Tristan and I had helped with the firefight through the city, we were going to try to make some trouble for the dreadwolves.

I took a deep breath as I hit another open road, only to find the southwestern gate closing quickly ahead of me. I swore under my breath and floored it, while Tristan rolled down his window and took a few shots at the people in the gate's guard station. I grit my teeth as we neared the rapidly-closing steel. It was going to be close, but we had to make it out of this city.

"Holy shit," Tristan breathed as we squeezed through the gate, steel scraping against the roof of our car and pushing our van down to the limit of the shocks. Our back bumper hit the road as we just managed to clear the city wall, and next to me, Tristan let out a whoop. "That's right! Nice work baby!"

I laughed, unable to stop a grin at getting through our near miss. We were nowhere near out of the woods yet, though—I had a pack of dreadwolves to catch.

"How did he look?" I asked, sparing just enough attention to glance at Tristan. "Ruhn."

"Bad. But he'll survive."

I let out a little sigh of relief. I'd come to care a lot about Hunt and Baxian, too, but Ruhn had been in my life a lot longer. Almost as long as Tristan. He was like a brother, and I felt a weight ease off my chest with the knowledge that he was going to be okay.

Assuming we could all make it back to the Depth Charger alive, of course.

"Alright. Time to lap these fuckers," I said, locking back into the zone and racing down the highway ahead of us. I didn't need to look at my boyfriend to know he was grinning.

"Go get 'em, babe."

The rest of the world faded out around me as I focused on driving as fast as possible, closing distance on the dreadwolf guard ahead. We had a limited window to slow them down before we had to peel off and make our own escape, and I wanted to make the most of it.

Lo and behold, I rounded a corner and exited flat out, and the tail end of the dreadwolf pack came into view on the road ahead.

"There we go! Holy shit, I love you," Tristan said next to me. I laughed, still not taking my attention off the road.

"I'm glad you're into this. My driving scared off a couple of people before you."

"Ha. Wimps."

I smiled, working to close the gap ahead enough for Tristan to get a clear shot. We only had another few minutes before we'd need to peel off for the sub. I needed to make them count.

About thirty seconds later, we were in reasonable range for Tristan to do his part. He popped out of the sunroof, bracing himself on the seat as he held his rifle up to his shoulder. I did my best to keep the car steady and in a straight line, and a moment later, I heard the bang of Tristan firing above me.

I kept my eyes on the cars ahead. Mordoc was running with a convoy of four cars, but if we could even take out one of them, it might make the difference for our friends' getaway.

Right on cue, I saw both back tires blow on the car closest to us. I moved to one side so we could pass them, and Tristan ducked down to avoid a few errant bullets as we sped by. Luckily for us, as planned, Mordoc had decided Lidia and our friends were the bigger prize. He didn't even slow down, although he couldn't have missed the loss of one of his cars.

"Time?" Tristan shouted down to me over the wind. I screamed back up at him to make sure he could hear me over the noise outside the car.

"Our turn's coming up fast! This is your last shot, so make it count and then get back in here!"

Tristan didn't respond. We were a little closer than we'd been to the remainder of the dreadwolf pack, and we'd taken out one of the four cars. Mordoc was obviously still untouched in the lead, but he'd at least have fewer numbers trying to catch up to Lidia.

I heard Tristan's gun fire two more times, and the back tires of the third car exploded. Unlike the first car, this one knew they were under fire and started swerving the moment their back end hit the road. They were trying to take Tristan and I out with them.

Tristan ducked back into the car, throwing his seatbelt on and closing the sunroof. And not a moment too soon.

I managed to control the car well enough to avoid the rapidly-slowing dreadwolf car, still chasing Mordoc to put distance between us and the angry dreadwolves behind us. The second car, the only one left besides the lead car with Mordoc, started slowing down like they wanted to do something about Tristan and I. But they were too late.

I kept up our speed until a few hundred meters before a side road, which Mordoc's cars had already passed. Then, I slammed on the breaks, slowing us down as much as possible before lifting off the breaks and turning into the corner. The tires on the van squealed, and I swear we almost went up on two wheels, but I didn't let it slow me down. I got back on the gas as we cleared the apex, tearing off down our escape road at mach 10.

"Are they following us?" I called over to Tristan. The road we'd turned onto was much narrower, and with trees and wildlife on either side, I didn't want to risk taking my eyes off the road to look in my mirrors if I didn't have to.

"No," came Tristan's reply after a moment. "If they were following us, they'd be in our mirrors already."

I let out a long breath and leaned back in the seat, relaxing my death grip on the steering wheel just a little. I kept our speed up, but now it was normal speed, not racecar speed.

"Nice work, babe," said Tristan. He reached over to put a hand on my thigh again, giving it a little squeeze. "That was great work."

"You too, Tris. Best marksman I've ever seen."

I spared a second to glance over at my boyfriend, and I found him grinning at me, a wild look in his eyes. I smiled back. All I wanted to do was lean over and kiss him, but technically, we weren't quite out of the woods yet.

Tristan kept an eye on the mirrors and had his gun at the ready as I refocused on the road. It felt like an eternity, but finally, we made it to one of the Depth Charger's launches which would be taking us and our van back to the ship.

When we pushed off of shore, out into the ocean, I took my hands of the wheel and my feet off the pedals for the first time in way too long. I flopped over sideways, resting my head on Tristan's shoulder.

"Great work, sweetheart," he said quietly, rubbing small circles against my thigh. "Seriously. That was amazing."

"Thanks. Have you- I wasn't paying attention to the radio. Did Dec call with any updates?"

Tristan shook his head. "Not yet. But we gave them a good opening. And they're all strong as hell."

"Yeah."

We fell silent for a moment after that. I couldn't help the seed of worry burrowing into my brain, spinning out with a thousand different scenarios of ways our rescue may have gone wrong. Tristan, my wonderful boyfriend, knew me well enough to notice.

"They're okay," he said, moving to wrap an arm around my shoulders and squeezing me against his side. "I'm sure they are. They made it, and we're gonna hug the shit out of them the minute we get back to the ship."

"...How can you be so confident? Mordoc and one of his other cars got away from us. What if-"

"Nope. We're not doing what ifs. I know they made it, because they're almost as badass and capable as we are. There's no way that shithead and his attack dogs managed to stop them."

I snorted, burying my head into Tristan's chest to stifle a further laugh. Nobody else could lift me out of a funk like he could.

The two of us stayed like that, sharing a rare moment of quiet together, until the Depth Charger came into view. I sighed.

"Thanks, Tris. Now come on, we've got friends to check on."

"Can't wait until they're all healthy again and we can compare stories. We did some badass stuff out there, I don't want anybody forgetting it."

"Assuming our friends are fine, and we get the happy ending we're aiming for? I'm not letting anybody forget the time we ran down the dreadwolves and took out half their pack in a matter of minutes. Hunt and Bryce might be the magical chosen ones or whatever, but as far as I'm concerned, we're the best power couple of them all."

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Everything Taglist: @rosecentury @kmc1989 @space-helen @misshale21

Maasverse Taglist: @lilah-asteria

[jessicas-pi]

Bo and the Blueberry AU incorrect quotes

Bo-Katan: How’s school going? Ezra: Terrible. I want to stab everybody there. Bo-Katan: Okay, just don’t get any blood on your clothes. Ezra: …you shouldn’t be condoning this.

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Ezra: If history repeats, I'm so getting a Mythosaur.

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Sabine: I'm not mean. Name one mean thing I’ve ever done. Ezra: When we were kids, you convinced me eggs weren't real. Sabine: They're not. Ezra: Haha, very funny. Sabine: I'm serious. Didn't you hear? Ezra: No… what happened? Sabine: …Why would you fall for this again-

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Din (after Ezra becomes Mand'alor): I think I mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apart.

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Sabine: You know what’s funny about Ezra? He’s my best friend, and anyone who’d hurt him is someone I’d murder, probably.

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Bo-Katan: We'll talk about this later. Ezra: Ok, I won’t be listening.

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Tristan: I found an old note that said Note to self: Get revenge on Ezra. Tristan: Except I couldn't remember what I was supposed to get revenge for. Tristan: But I trusted my own judgment, so I went with it. Ezra: Hmm… I don't know what you were supposed to get revenge for, either. Tristan: I can only assume you got what was coming to you. Not 100 percent sure, though. Ezra: Well, whatever I did, I guess I deserved it. Tristan: Let that possibly be a lesson to you.

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Bo-Katan: Come on, Ursa. Nobody actually believes that Din is in love with me. Ursa, to the other Mandalorians: Raise your hand if you think that Din is helplessly in love with Bo-Katan. *Everyone raises their hand* Bo-Katan: Din, put your hand down.

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Korkie, looking at his friends: I need to become a therapist faster.

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Ezra: I’m not being weird. Am I being weird? Tristan: Yes, and that’s coming from me.

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Ezra, to Sabine: You drink too much, swear too much, and your morals are highly questionable. Sabine: … Ezra: You are everything I’ve ever wanted in a best friend.

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Ezra: Your smile? It makes my day. Sabine: Your happiness? I live for that. Korkie: A room? Get one. Tristan: Hotel? Trivago.

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Ezra, texting Bo-Katan: *sends a voice message* Bo-Katan, texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent? Ezra: No, don’t worry, just listen later. *later* Bo-Katan: *presses play* Ezra's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-

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Sabine: Relationships should be 50/50. Ezra tries to be Mand'alor while I sit on the armrest of his throne looking intimidating.

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Ezra: I need life advice. Korkie, sipping Space Gatorade and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person.

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Sabine: Okay, I’m going to make sure the flower decorations have arrived. Ezra: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear. Sabine: … Sabine: You mean ring bearER, right? Ezra: … Sabine: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

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Bo-Katan: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone. Ezra: Mine just says "Ezra no." Bo-Katan: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

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Tristan: Why is Ezra making me do the dishes again? You haven’t washed them in a week, Sabine! Sabine: It’s because I’m Ezra’s favorite. Tristan: I hate you.

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Korkie: I have a bad feeling about this, guys. Sabine: Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Ezra: Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen? Korkie, being bailed out of jail the next morning: I hate you all.

[librathefangirl]

i've already watched the new ep too many times so... SOME OF MY FAVORITE DETAILS OF THE MELIODAS VS ARTHUR FIGHT

The Full Counter! (Meliodas swooping in at the last moment to protect his loved ones will never not make me sob)

The first sate sate sate of the season? With that epic pan over him holding his sacred treasure?? Also with him saying it in a way that reminds me of the sate sate sate of the Kingdom Infiltration arc??? HYPE!!

my sweet baby arthur what happened to you?? 😭😭

Meliodas managing to shield Tristan behind him AND looking intimidating while doing so (despite the height difference!)

Oh my pretty beautiful man, I've missed having you on my screen 😭🥹

The fucking power and destruction behind these attacks! Just the sheer visualization of it 👌

The way the new characters are FREAKING OUT and the old ones are like welp his majesty's got this, let's get out of the way

Tristan's wings!! I LOVE the black feathers (especially how they actually fall off in all the action)

i can't capture this through the screenshot but- The way you can just see and hear how much more uncontrolled and rage-driven Tristan's attacks are

Meliodas flipping the tables on Arthur! (the way Arthur goes from nearly landing a potentially fatal hit on Tristan to having to jump out of the way of Meliodas' attack)

Meliodas' demon mark! (and the way it only comes out AFTER Arthur almost harms Tristan 😭)

Trillion Dark!! The love I have for this move! And it looks fucking amazing here!

The oh shit look(s) on Arthur's face

Kick that racist, baby! 👏

The sound effects of Tristan's out of control darkness here... 👀

Tristan's reaction to realizing Meliodas got hurt 🥺 The gasp! The look on his face!

Okay. I wasn't gonna include any dialogue details here (because I've mostly been able to watch without subs) but... The dialogue that I know is happening here 😭 the how can I be a king if I don't care about my son bit from Meliodas and the to be a king we have to set aside our own feelings from Arthur, and this especially in light of Meliodas' past with his own father and his lack of care for his sons and opinion on personal feelings/emotions🥺😭😭

Meliodas immediately going to Tristan's side (even putting away his weapon and turning his back on his very powerful enemy because he loves his kid so much)

THE WAY HE'S HOLDING TRISTAN (I could make a whole post about everything I love about this one shot)

Despite how many characters can fly in this universe, there's something unnerving and powerful about the way Arthur does it in this scene - like. specifically the way he lifts off the ground

Meliodas willingness to die protecting his family is also something that will never not make by sob 😭😭

There's something about Percy's scream for Meliodas, and the way it's visualized, that just hits hard (and especially considering how he actually just met him)

Not the shook on his face 😭 he was fully prepared to take that hit

That catch!! 🥺

And the way he holds him 🥺🥺 and the worry in his voice 🥺🥺

The way he's just so happy that Tristan is okay and back to his normal self and nothing else matters at that moment 😭

Blurry background family!

And I'm gonna stop now because this was supposed to be about the Meliodas Vs Arthur fight and not the entire episode - but some final things I loved: Lancelot and his dramatic entrances, Percy literally vibrating with his want to help fight Arthur, the casual way Lance fights, Donny and Gawain's expressions/reactions throughout the whole thing (which tbh deserves its own post), and of course-

THE WAY THE OTHER SINS WERE READY TO PULL THE FUCK UP BECAUSE THAT'S THEIR FAMILY YOU'RE MESSING WITH DAMMIT!!

[gaymalefartstories]

(NSFW. This story contains a farting fetish. If you are under 18, stop reading now.)

(**SPECIAL WARNING*** This story contains consensual non-consent (2 very drunk guys having sex). Rest assured, all parties within the story are okay with the events taking place, but if such things offend you, stop reading now.)

(1003 words)

Tristan and Miles stumble back to their dorm room after a wild party at one of the frat houses. They were both quite drunk, but Tristan had drank at least twice as much as Miles did. Miles had to support Tristan as they walked.

“Du..Dude…I love you, man…,” Tristan slurred as Miles caught him from face-planting on the sidewalk.

“Yea, love you too. Help me out a little, huh?”

“N…No, seriously. Yer an…an amazing friend.”

“God you’re wasted,” Miles grumbled.

They struggled their way back to their rooms with minimal incident. Tristan was barely standing by the time they breached the threshold, and Miles had resorted to dragging him all the way inside and into the bathroom. He sat him down on the toilet and took a second to catch his breath and steady himself.

“You got it from here man? I really don’t want to have to strip you.”

“Ya man, I’m good…”

Miles was skeptical, but he wasn’t going to argue. “Alright, just yell if you fall down or something.”

Tristan grinned and drunkenly looked at his friend. “Sure you don’t want to shower with me, bro?”

Miles did want to shower with him, but he was too drunk and tired. Instead he rolled his eyes and called out to him as he left the bathroom, “G’night man. See you in the morning.”

Miles went into his room, fell into his desk chair, and smacked his forehead on his desk. “Ow,” he mumbled into the room. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to sleep or die in that position, but he decided he was just going to let whatever happen, happen. As he drifted in and out of consciousness, he heard the shower turn on and other noises he tried really hard to ignore.

A loud thump from the bathroom jolted Miles awake. He noticed the shower was off and he listened for a few more moments to make sure he didn’t need to go check on Tristan. He heard the bathroom door open. Shuffling steps. His door open? Then he heard the springs of his mattress creak and groan and the covers of his bed swish and rustle as if a body had fallen on his bed. The fuck?

Miles pulled his head up and looked at his bed to find Tristan, buck ass naked, laying on it still mostly wet from the shower.

“The fuck you doing?”

“Mmmmnnggff.” Tristan’s words were muffled by the pillow his face had landed in. Miles sighed and lifted himself up to shuffle over to hear what he had said, trying not to stare at his friend’s ass the whole time.

Tristan turned his head to face Miles. “Fuck me”

“What?!”

“C’mon man. I want dick.”

Miles was still drink, tired, and grumpy from having to deal with his drunk roommate at god knows what time in the morning. But another sound overrode his brain and sent all available blood rushing to his cock.

Ssssssppbpbpbpbpbpltltltltltlttttttt

A gawd awfully loud, and wet, fart erupted from Tristan’s ass. His hole sounded wet and loose, and the smell from his ass wafted over to Miles’s nose. It was like a mating call beckoning for someone to come fill him up. And Miles was happy to answer that call.

Miles pulled himself onto the bed and put his face between Tristan’s legs. He dove right into his ass while spreading his cheeks to expose his still sweaty and musky hole. Apparently, Tristan hadn’t done a very good job in the shower.

Right before Miles could actually get his tongue to Tristan’s hole, another airy and sputtery fart ripped out on his face. The smell of concentrated ass made him pause only for a second while waves of arousal rolled through his body, but his tongue was eager to taste his friend. He finished his dive with his tongue out and plugged Tristan’s hole mid-fart. He sealed his lips around his wet hole, then pulled back his tongue to let the rest of the fart fill his mouth. He swallowed all of it and released it all back out as a belch that echoed in his room.

Tristan wiggled his ass as Miles rimmed him and struggled to get his pants and underwear off. Tristan’s cock had created a puddle of precum that was sticking to his abs.

Miles finally released his own cock and brought it up to Tristan’s hole. No lube required. His cock was dripping with pre and his friends ass was already pretty loose. He slid his cock from Tristan’s balls up to his hole and slid all the way inside easily.

Tristan moaned under him and started sliding his ass up and down his cock. Miles held himself above him and enjoyed his cock being massaged. Tristan grinded his cock against the bed and squeezed his ass and legs around Miles, making him moan in pleasure. They continued this way for several more moments before Miles put his hands on Tristan’s back, using his body weight to pin Tristan down, and started fucking him.

Miles’s hips and balls slapped against Tristan’s ass. Trapped air farted out and tickled his balls every time Miles slammed against his ass and added a hot sensation. Sloppy noises from Tristan’s ass echoed in the room as the boys fucked. As Miles neared climax, he increased the frequency of his thrusts, grabbed Tristan’s shoulders, and shoved his member as deep into him as he shot his load. Tristan bucked his ass back into Miles as he felt his friend pulse and throb inside him. His cock shot several ropes of cum onto the bed and his abs. Both boys were locked in orgasm for several glorious seconds.

They collapsed at the same time. Tristan lay in his load while Miles fell on top of him. Miles laid on him while he went soft, then, when his cock slipped out, he rolled over onto his back beside Tristan. He fell asleep listening to the soft snores coming from his roommate.

[fourteenfifteen]

oooh for touch prompts: boat show + 9?

SOOOOO TRUE

9 - listening to the other's heartbeat

"Okay, hold still." Like Avery needs the instructions. It's pretty intuitive to begin with, holding still while the nurse holds the stethoscope to your chest, but Avery especially knows what to do. Really, it's just prattle, just a script Tristan has in his head for how a physical goes.

The start of the cruise season means physicals for the staff. The two of them have done what feels like a hundred thousand of them in the past week. They're another stop on everyone's to-do list, in between sessions of setting up deck chairs or cleaning showers or learning new menu items. But staff includes them, too.

He and Avery have fallen into a habit over the years. They know their way around the annual ship setup. Now, it barely needs to be spoken. Parts of the physical they do for themselves, but the ones more easily done with help they do quickly for each other.

It's a quiet morning. They'd both come in a hair early. Avery had wordlessly hopped up on the exam table, travel mug of coffee still in her hand, and Tristan had gotten down to it.

Really, it's not that much different from anyone else. He's just doing his job, composed and professional as ever. A little less formal, maybe, but he's already a little lower key with the staff than he would be with a guest. Mostly, though, he slips into the script and the rote motions of it - eyes, ears, blood pressure. A hundred thousand of them, blah blah.

But this-

This part is just a little different. He can't help but slip out of it a little. Not with most people (God knows he's desensitized to being in strangers' personal space), but with Avery. It's a little more difficult to forget that it's her. Her, quiet and expectant, faint warmth coming off of her as he holds the stethoscope to her chest.

A steady beating fills his ears. Something rises in him, silly easy affection. Appreciation for this fist sized muscle and the way it keeps her alive. Heart rate sounds good is the next line in his script. What comes out instead is, "There you are."

Avery exhales, the faintest, barest gesture towards a laugh. "There I am," she flatly agrees.

He needs to focus. "Deep breath." Another instruction she definitely doesn't need.

She breathes deep. He hears the easy whoosh in and out, and does not think about how those organs facilitate her almost laughing at the things he does. "Sounds good," he says, straightening and pulling down the stethoscope.

"Well that's good news," Avery replies, already jumping from the table. "I don't know how you all would survive without me if I had to stay at port because of horrible lung damage."

"Nor do I." He finishes scribbling things onto her notes, then signs the required form. "Congratulations, you passed."

"Wonderful." She gestures to the exam table as she takes another sip from her travel mug, then turns to wash her hands. "Your turn."

[autumnwoodsdreamer]

“It’s basic colour theory.”

(For the Drabble ask game)

18. “It’s Basic Colour Theory”

How’s about something set in a happy little universe where the Wren Clan survived the Purge and Krownest is selected to host the annual Mandalorian banquet/cookout/whatever they call it?

The sun was up, the snow was sparkling, and the Wren Stronghold was abuzz with activity.

Anticipation thrummed in the air, excited as it was anxious. It was understandable: there hadn’t been such a large gathering of Mandalorians for well over a decade, and such a large gathering with the absence of a war? Near unheard of… but a welcome change of pace, nonetheless.

Tristan couldn’t even remember the last time the Wren Clan had had the privilege of hosting a peaceful convocation. Growing up, he witnessed many clan and house leaders coalescing in the cavernous formal rooms of his home along with officials and representatives from the Empire, the occasions characterized by tensions wound tight and blades figuratively pressed to throats. Being as he was then just a child (and a quiet, unobtrusive one at that), he was often allowed closer than he ought to have been, young ears exposed to dignified words veiling threats and insults.

But now the Empire was gone and the only ones on the guest list today were true Mandalorians.

(Plus a few Jedi.)

(But they were family, too.)

Tristan was in charge of preparations, as per the Countess’s instructions.

He was beside her now, keeping in step as they wound their way through the stronghold, ensuring all was set right.

“Mand’alor Djarin should be arriving soon,” Tristan relayed, pulling up the message confirming the Mand’alor’s ETA on his datapad. “He’s insisted there be no escort and no welcome party.”

“That’s fine,” Sabine said, mildly, pausing to inspect (or, rather, admire) the little paper lanterns their cousins had strung along the perimeter of the dining room, a neat pattern of yellow and silver glowing soft for decoration rather than illumination. “He doesn’t like all the ceremony. But he’s not getting away with sitting anywhere other than the head of the table again.”

Tristan shook his head slightly, mentally assigning himself the charge of ensuring the Mand’alor did not fade into the background, regardless of how much he wished to.

(They had hosted him once before and while he seemed quite pleased that they mistook him for just another guest, their mother felt they would never live down the embarrassment.)

(So, really, for her sake, Tristan was going to have to make sure the Mand’alor was accorded due respect and notice this time.)

“Actually, I do have some questions about the seating chart,” he said.

Sabine turned to him and raised her eyebrows. “Okay. Shoot.”

Tristan pulled up the chart on his datapad. “You’ve made a note here that the representives from House Mereel and Eldar are not to sit next to each other.” To confirm, he turned the datapad around and pointed to said note. “Is there some bad blood there or something else I should know about?”

Sabine frowned. Coming closer, she took the datapad from her brother, the pale light reflecting in her eyes as they darted over the chart.

“I didn’t make this note,” she told him, blankly.

“Before you go on a witch hunt, I’ll confess: that was my contribution.”

The siblings’ heads snapped up in unison, gazes shooting to the other end of the dining room as their father came strolling leisurely in.

“And you’re interfering with my arrangements because…?” Sabine left the question hanging in prompting.

Alrich Wren breathed out a light chuckle as he crossed the vast empty space between the hallway entrance and where they stood by the serving tables, passing through the rays of morning sun streaming in through the expanse of glass walls. A soft clack accompanied every other uneven step he took, his cane and the polished wood floors old friends ever since the Purge.

“Because the representive from House Mereel wears mostly green, and the leader of Clan Eldar wears mostly orange,” he offered in answer.

Tristan rolled his eyes. “So?”

“So?” his father repeated. He nodded and pointed to the datapad in Sabine’s hands. “You put them next to each other, you’ll throw out the whole colour wheel!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Tristan mumbled but he knew the only time his father was more serious than when it came to colour was when it came to shape language and symbolism.

“He’s right. It’s basic colour theory, Tristan,” Sabine said. “Look. When you arrange the Eldars to sit beside the Vizslas, it really brings the whole table together. You’re sure he’s gone orange?” she asked their father, utterly serious. “Last I heard, he was sporting bronze armour.”

“He was. But the orange is the Eldars’ traditional colour. When he heard the Mand’alor was to be present at this gathering, he opted to restore tradition.”

“Makes sense.”

“Wait, so you’re really arranging the seating charts based on what colours go nice together?” Tristan couldn’t say he was surprised.

“I took other things into account,” Sabine protested. “The Alor of the Hawk clan has been known to flip between gold and white armour, depending on their current mood and mission in life. The white can work just about anywhere but the gold will look hideous if they sit too close to the Kast chief. But I do know they don’t get on well with the Vizslas at the moment, so I’m sitting them by the Rooks, just to be safe.”

“We’re lucky the Mand’alor’s armour is silver,” Alrich said, sounding genuinely relieved. “Not only does he match our colour scheme, we don’t have to worry too much about who we seat beside him.”

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Drabble Prompt List

[nanamiskentos]

hey mamas 🙇‍♀️ for the “get to know your fic writer” — 3 , 4 , 6 , 11 (cause i need YOU to put me on YOUR fics 🤭) , 13 , 16 (cause im nosy….) , 21 , 23 & 24 (help a hg out), 25 (so i can glaze you), 32 , 39 , 59 , 60 , 64 , 65 (!!!)

okay i’ll get out of here now…

HEYY 🤩 ...i got this notif earlier and saw the no. of questions and decided to eat dinner first bc i needed to be SEATED and with my laptop out ❤️ you came to the right place bc im president and mayor of yap city

— 3. describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

i have like a little template in my drafts with my basic layout (like title, prologue, warnings, pairing etc and so on) and i just keep it to copy and paste for a new fic. and underneath the header and info section, i just outline messy dot points. and each dot point gets turned into a few paragraphs or a scene. and i always have some typa thesaurus open 😭

— 4. where do you find inspiration for ideas

oouh!! mostly song titles i think, i always use them as a jumping point. or actually i really love pinterest, and web-weaving type of posts when it comes to themes i wanna explore (mostly in sfw fics, as opposed to like short smut) 😁

— 6. do you have your work beta'd / how is this important to your process?

nope 😭 my drafts are always super messy and all over the place and im always a little self conscious esp since i jump between ideas and dialogue. BUT i am always yapping in peoples dms and talking abt ideas anyway or getting dialogue checked for clarity...

— 11. link your three favourite fics rn

omg! rent-a-dilf by @screampied i found it sooo charming and effortlessly engaging and also super fun even tho i've never played the sims.

i forgot to like this and add it to my queue so i took an hour to find this particular one, but what you know by @starmapz sukuna and reader are so well characterised and incredibly written! i also loved little yuuji and choso's cameos :(

and they were roommates by @sugoroo i loved it so bad, so EXCELLENT and the tension and smut had me on the edge of my seat. choso's made me laugh 😭

— 13. whats a common writing tip you always follow?

honestly it feels like a cop-out answer but i always try to remember 'unlearn shame' in my head. like when im writing, like for no reason, i get a bit embarrassed or self aware or im overthinking a sentence?? i just have to remember that it is just never that deep....😭

however, a better answer i think would be that for 99% of my fics (so excluding very short fluff, or straight up jackhammering smut) i always always do worldbuilding first. my favourite authors are j.r.r tolkien and george rr martin so middle earth/westerosi levels of high fantasy are massive inspirations when it comes to the grand scheme of creating a world for my characters to interact in.

also i rlly love mythology, folktales and medieval history so they always play a role in how i write or treat common themes. i think its super interesting and poignant at how some stories survive thousands of years and resonate across different cultures, and they remain classics for a reason <333 if that makes sense

like okay say! even in fics that aren't a part of some royal/fantasy/myth au right, like idk say im writing about gojo dying (rip king 😰) its obviously set within the jjk world in 2018, but i would try to see how the following works express the same theme of grief, battle, leaving a loved one behind:

the death of sigurd in the volsunga saga in norse myths

patroclus and achilles in the illiad

a medieval french epic called the song of roland, where roland's death is felt so strongly by his fiancee that she dies

tristan and isolde (tristan being mortally wounded n knowing that he will leave isolde behind, and she succumbs to grief)

the japanese folklore tale of the warrior tomoe gozen, and how she mourns her lord and lover

— 16. how many fic ideas are u nurturing? share one of them!

29! at the moment 😭 and watch me genuinely write like...2... but one of them that i havent even drafted much out yet, towards the end of the list is like geto x reader long fic (prob will have smut bc 😇) but its gonna be an alternative universe where reader is considered a saint/icon/mouthpiece of the gods and he's been marked for death (a warrior? or smth idk)

— 21. would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

i've never done it before but ofc! is this the start of user curtins and user creamflix collab.....

— 23. best writing advice for other writers?

sometimes u have to make sure you're sitting on your own and reading that dialogue out loud, or mouthing it. i'm writing shit and then speaking it afterwards. and i cant even stand to hear it bc no way would anyone ever say that.

— 24. worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

you can't start a sentence with 'and' like wtf okay....who said that. english is made up, all words are made up no one gaf if its not proper english, im allowed to do desi repatriations like this ig

— 25. what fic do you wish you got more of a response one?

hmm honestly, i did have an answer for this at first like 'oh yeah this one xyz i wish it got more notes' but that being said i feel like there's none that i feel truly flopped on par with how im improving writing and getting more comfortable. but! if i had to choose: goo goo muck #1 with the minotaur au because i rlly put some thought into how i could incorporate sukuna, yuji, and yuji's execution with the myth of the beast trapped in the maze.

and ditto! i think its my longest fic so far 😭 and it took me so long to plan out a timeline from childhood to gojo's death

— 32. name three of your favourite fanfic writers?

it would be poor form and incredibly remiss of me to not say user @creamflix 🤭 i really love how ur dialogue flows, and the way you describe scenes make me feel like i'm really there (a+ for me)

also @tonycries simply because every time i try my hand at smut, it takes me 4 days to think of something new, and i'm always wondering on how to reword shit so i'm not writing the same thing over and over, but they keep it soooo fresh and new with every fic and soooo well written!!

@kurooh i always find their smut fics sooo creative and fun, and their recent double fantasy fic was SAUUUUUR good!

— 39. share a snippet from a wip!

nay! mind you, this isn't even proofread so its still incredibly basic and thesaurus.com has not come out....but i tried a mildly different inspo approach and header. its very backstory and angst based for sukuna regarding his childhood, but sweet at the end i promise :(( IM CRYING. im seeing mistakes in this already, but i needed to give uraume my they/them baddie a cameo later in it

— 59. does anyone in your personal life know that you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

im cryinggggg. def not, unfortunately i can't let this get in the way of the public brand #coolgirl but it would go something like this

— 60. have you had a writer that you admire comment on your fic?

🫡 @madamechrissy who's writing my fave bridgerton fic, with duke!gojo commented on my vacation fic and i really did a giggle and kick in the air 😭

— 64. something you love to see in smut?

hmmmm my favourite thing is like when it isn't just pure smut if that makes sense, like setting, atmosphere, or cute banter is incorporated or clever wordplay. like you can feel the vibe of like where its set idk 😭

— 65. tell us what you're most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project?

i really want to improve and become more confident in different genres, like better smut that flows more without me having to stop and stare at a wall for ten minutes each time, or super cute fluff <333333

[bunji-enthusiast]

Hi! I’d like to ask for headcanons or a Drabble (whichever suits you best) for Tristan x vampire reader who is shy and hesitant when it comes to drinking his blood.

Hope you have a great day/night(:

Sypnosis [As written in the request!]

Character [Tristan Liones]

Note || Of course, you too! apologies for the wait, had to get a lot of stuff out of the way. this was mostly short as I couldn't come up with any more invigorating prospects of your request, but I hope this was okay.

He often exudes a calming and almost therapeutic aura, that can help you feel at ease when your nervous or otherwise hesitant about drawing blood from him. To which he can easily understand the notion, but Tristan does try his best to ease you into doing it when it's necessary. Though his blood isn't of the usually regular human one, he often found the result of the drawing to boost your liveliness and health far better. So he does often try to help you in drawing blood from him; with less hesitance.

Tristan has proven to be a patient listener, despite his less then deplorable moments, he can be incredibly understanding in more ways then one. When you often struggle to express your feelings about drawing blood, and not even just that, the whole about being a vampire. While their is a sense of peace between the races, some variables of prejudice still remain against those that are of vampiric blood. He never interrupts when you fall into a rant, allowing you to find the proper words needed to convey the emotions you feel.

Even if in the sense you are stronger then him in other ways, Tristan holds a fierce sense of protectiveness over you. Especially given your emotional well-being. He doesn't hesitate when someone tries to insult the mere action or even your peace, he finds it incredibly absurd if someone tries to use the nature of your race against you. He finds it quite reassuring that you are one of the many he knows of that goes for more peaceful ways of survival, that is a true marker of change.

Whenever you hesitate or appear anxious about drawing his blood when need be, Tristan will instinctively place a reassuring hand on your shoulder or even take your hand with the utmost care. His means of a silent gesture to show you that it was always okay, and that he was more then happy to allow you to draw his blood. Besides, it was more then mutual on both sides that these exchanges happened. He had made it very clear to you that he was okay with you doing it, he would've made it a burning reminder otherwise for you too not touch him.

[candydust]

This one's for you @1dwaekki <3

Chad and Tristan - The story continues

Part 1.

Christmas and the New Years swept by in the blink of an eye and before they knew it, it was the beginning of February.

Tristan's parents were away on holiday and since his brother Wade was out of town, it became Tristan's responsibility to take care of the house during everyone's abscence. Naturally, he'd avoided the task like the plague and it wasn't until the end of the week when he finally set the key into the house.

'So what are our assignments?' Chad asked as they stepped inside and removed the outerwear. Clasping his hands together he appeared ready to take on anything.

'Just water the plants. Fix the laundry. Sweep and clean off areas. No biggie.'

'Okay.' The blue eyes wandered over the room with a curious notion as a wistful expression found the facial elements. 'I've never been here before, you know, when it's just and you and me. It's a beautiful house.' He uttered very softly.

'It's alright, I guess.' Tristan shrugged. 'So I'll start vacuuming.' He was eager to get it done as fast as needed so they could leave.

'Sure... uhm, I can... or uh, are there perhaps some aprons somewhere that I could borrow?'

'Fuck I don't know. Do you really need one?' It was with an agitated motion Tristan let a hand comb through his hair. 'If you get any dirt on yourself I promise I'll wash the clothes tonight.... or later this week.'

'Okay it's a deal.'

Tristan was busy vacuuming when, all of a sudden, several knocks hit the front door.

'Fuck, what now..!'

Shutting off the loud machine, Tristan stretched out his back. He felt frustrated that everything was taking longer than he'd intended.

'It's an eldery woman outside.' Tucking some of strands of hair behind his ear, Chad looked out the window. 'She's looking right at you. Wait... I think it's your grandmother, I think she sees you. She's waving.' He smiled waving back at her.

Tristan went to open the door and welcome her inside.

'Tristan, your father told me you were only here for awhile so I just had to come over and say hello.' She said as she invited herself inside.

'It's been too long. It's great to see you grandma.' They hugged and the familiar scent of old fabric mixed with cigarettes and soap swept up Tristan's nostrils. '...and you remember Chad?' He placed an affectionate hand at the lower part of Chad's back.

'Chad....' She smiled with that gentle spark in her eyes that only old people seemed to possess. Taking Chad's extended hand between her both. 'It is so nice to see you again.'

A rosy hue embellished Chad's cheekbones.

'You too.... uhm, Mrs Miller.' He corrected himself.

'You're so handsome as always. Very fancy...' She nodded with a sense of approval as she walked further into the house. '...and Cathy will do just fine. Are you eating well, Tristan? And do you know for how long they'll be gone on this unplanned excursion? You know how your father is. You can never get a straight answer out of him.'

'I ain't got a clue.'

'That's what I thought.' She sat down in one of the armchairs. 'Chad, I hope you're talented in the kitchen cause Tristan can't boil an egg without burning it.'

'Hey..!' Tristan objected.

That sent Chad into a giggle, mostly because the words were true. 'I tend to think I'm alright.' He responded with a soft laughter.

'Good. Now Tristan, your father said you two were here to do some chores. So go on and do whatever it was you were doing and don't mind me.' She turned on the TV.

'Cathy's really sweet.' Chad whispered and Tristan lovingly placed a sweet kiss at his forehead. 'She sure is.'

They began to fold the laundry down in the basement. There were about two loads from the drier that needed tending to. Straightening out the sheets stirred up a lot of dust from the floor and Chad reacted by coughing into his fist.

'I know it's sort of dusty down here...' Tristan kind of apologized, seeing Chad with his eyes watering and the alluring flare that embraced the rounded nostrils.

'It's alright...' He blinked when his eyes narrowed. The clenched fist that rested below the chin unfolded, cupping itself over the mouth and he stepped back slowly as his chest began to heave up and down. '...pardonhh me.' He excused himself airly then drew in a sharp breath.

'Eh'gnzx!!'Gnsch!!!-Tzsch!!-hhGNhhx!! ...ha'hhGNhsch!!!'

'Oh... uh bless you?'

'...uh'Eitschgnx!! ...yehG'nnhsxhhh!!!'schoo... goodness... thank you.'

Tristan watched as Chad brushed away some tears that'd left his eyes from the strong impact, so he went over and helped him by using the ends of his sweater at the smoothness of his skin. 'Are you feeling okay?' He asked, even though the constant flare at Chad's nostrils clearly showed the opposite.

'K-kind of.. ugh I ..hhh, hhhh... ugh I'm going to sneeze agai-hhhh' He crashed into the crook of his arm. '... eh'tschx!!'tsch'xx!!!'-gnxd'sch!!'-Gnnxhh!!!-ah'Gnxsch!!!'schu... oh bless mehh ...uh, hhhh, uh-Tdschh!-Idzschu!!-KNXh!!!'tschooo... oh.'

The wet stifles useless to the fierce and stubborn tickle residing inside his nose, causing him to rapture into another harsh stifling fit.

When he was fairly done, Tristan affectionately tucked the loose hair back in order at Chad's head. Tenderly brushing his lips against his cheek.

'I think we should head back upstairs.' He said between the delicate kisses.

'Aren't... ugh, aren't they expecting it to be done..?' He wondered while a finger rubbed continuously at the nose.

'Who the fuck cares. Come on. You can't stay here with that sensitive nose of yours.'

'Tsch!!! ...excuse'huhhh... Gnitxsch!!!' He aimed his head and the sneeze misted uncovered downwards. '...goodness sorry.'

'Bless you. No, you can't torture yourself.'

Taking Chad by the arm, the wet aftermath from the recent sneezes met at Tristan's fingertips, and he tried not to let that wonderful notion affect him as he led them up the stairs.

'Uh'knxguh!!' ...hhh, hhhh... eh'gnnnhschx!!!'schoo... excuse me.'

'Baby you're going to continue sneezing like this if you don't allow yourself to sneeze the dust out properly.'

'But we're not... hh, hhhhh... ah'GMmHx!!'uh... ... alone.'

'Bless you, it's just grandma though and she's alright.'

'...I still care.'

They reached the end of the stairs.

'Tristan, be a doll and join me in here?!'

They figured Cathy must have heard them coming as the high voice bounced between the walls.

''Go and see what she wants,' Chad paused to sniffle wetly, '...excuse me. And I'll finish watering the plants.'

About to leave for the other room, he was caught with a firm grasp around his wrist and pulled back into Tristan's who wrapped his arms around him and locked him into his chest with Chad's nose against his neck.

Red billowy colours heated Chad's face and he looked down, exposing the dark lashes.

'You're so fucking gorgeous you know that?' Tristan's voice cooed like silk.

'...ohh?' He shyly shielded the burning hue with an open palm over the lower part of his face, sweeping over his cheeks.

'There's no one like you... you're amazing.'

With Tristan tilting down his head, Chad was adorned with gentle kisses, tracing the arch of his upper lip, to the tip of his nose and then down at his chin.

The softness danced itself into Chad's heart, stimulating of all his senses, leaving him in a heavenly and seductive tremble when Tristan all of a sudden dropped all contact and left him standing in the middle room, perplexed and unsure of what to do next.

'I'm here.' Tristan put his hands into his jeans pockets seeing Cathy in the armchair. He glanced at the TV screen.

'Have a seat dear.'

Tristan slouched down. 'What kind of shit are you watching?'

'You're sounding just like your father.' She patronized which diminished Tristan's joyful mood.

'I don't.'

'So much swearing in this household.' She muttered when a tender emotion caught her eyes. 'Tristan, dear. Listen. I know Johnny's tactics can be quite rough on you. But despite his age he's still my son and I know he does the best he can.'

'Yea..?' Tristan arched one brow. He was very aware that Cathy meant well and with good intentions, but despite all that he didn't believe one word what she was saying.

'He is your father after all...'

'Then he should behave like-'

'...tsch!-ksch!-tscho! .... uh'gghsch!! ... ha'gnhtsch!!!oh... ...uh'WRESCHgnxch!!!!'

'Oh dear what's going on out there?' She turned in the direction of the sudden sound.

Although glad for any kind of interruption, Tristan felt bothered, especially considering the company.

'Why is he sneezing so much? Do you know?' Cathy faced Tristan with an odd look.

'Uh...'

Tristan blanked, his mind going numb. Talking about Chad's allergies with his grandma was like having a dialogue about their sex life and now he almost cringed, hearing Chad going off again.

'Dearest...!' She shouted in the same high voice and Chad showed up after a few moments. 'Oh there you are. What is making you sneeze so much,' she wondered, pointing in Tristan's direction, 'you got your boyfriend here all worried about you.'

'...he is? I mean, uhm...' Chad blushed while the slender fingers touched at the nose.

'So what is it dear?'

'Does it really matter...' Tristan groaned, desperate to put an end to the awkward subject.

'What is what?' Chad's eyes squinted unfocused. 'Oh. It's just... uhm, I'm uh... a little allergic to dust, so uhm... I'm not saying that the house is unclean or anything, I'm just uh... overly sensitive.'

The nostrils at Chad's vulnerable nose were now flaring tremendously and he tried to rub it out by dipping his nose into the crook of his arm.

'...well.' She slowly stood from the chair. 'I think it's time for me to let you finishing up in peace or you'll be here all night.'

As she started to walk towards the hallway, Chad's facial expression exposed a look of helplessness, struggling to obtain the itch in his nose from developing.

Tristan fought the urge to indulge himself in the matter too but fate wanted otherwise as Chad kept sniffling. Over and over again. It was constant and intrusive. To the point that it was driving Tristan completely insane and evoking involuntary arousal.

'You're still sneezing..?' He wondered under his breath, before lending a helpful hand to Cathy who struggled with the door.

'I'm sorry.'

'I thought I advised you to let them out..?'

Chad lost the ability to respond, utterly compelled by the sharp tickle penetrating within his nose and he began to hitch uncontrollably while keeping a bent finger pressed beneath the expanding nostrils.

'...hh, hhh... hhhhh! ... heh'ugh... oh... uh...'

He'd managed to hold back the sneezes entirely and he appeared overwhelmed from the effort. The demeanor completely unexpected and Tristan felt astounded by the incredible scene. He'd never witnessed Chad succeeding in holding back a sneeze attack before.

'Bye now sweetheart.'

He was hugged from behind, then Cathy gestured for Chad to approach. 'I'm so glad you got patience with my boy here.' She hinted at Tristan. 'You seem like a very nice and decent young man and that is just what Tristan needs. Some good manners. Building a good foundation.'

'That's very kind of you...' Chad sniffled discreetly as she reached over for a hug.

'I'm sorry about the, uhm you know, dust allergy.' He apologized shyly as they parted.

'Oh nonsense, I don't care about that. Now you take good care of this one Tristan.' She gave Tristan a warning finger, then chuckled. 'Bye, you two.'

As soon as the door closed, the itchy sensation that Chad had fixated under control dissolved itself and craved an instant form of release.

'...oh my goodness.' His strained voice alarmed out of nowhere and when Tristan looked over, Chad was already in the throes of another build up, this time giving into the tickle fully. He'd stopped rubbing at the nose and instead, his head titled back, and Tristan couldn't contain himself but gaze at the perfect view of the pink and tensed nostrils.

'....Gnh'xtsch!!' He snapped forward and with an agonizing expression, then hid his face into both hands. '...oh, ...hhhhhh ...ehHGnx!!-hh'dzSch!!-hhhtasch!!-dh'knsch!!sch'ddsx!!-hhhhhh... yEisch'gnxxtsch!!!' ...oh my heavens.'

'Aw baby bless you...' Tristan let his fingers move in a circling motion around Chad's waist. '...but what did I tell you about stifling the sneezes..?' He advised just as tenderly.

'Thank you... but I'm... hhh, hhh... goodness, I'm tryinghhhh'gnsxch!! ...hhh, hhh... Eh'Eitscheew!! Uh'Ascheo!-hhhEisch'gnx!-uh'WReSCHhschew!! ...oh bless me.'

'See.. doesn't that feel better?'

One kiss at Chad's ear was all that Tristan had time for, until Chad strongly lurched forward again.

'..uh'eEsch!!-Eiischew!!-Awescho!!! ...hh, hhhh... ..uh'WEASCHschu!! ...WRASCHSCHEW!!! ...oh... ugh...'

Tears were streaming down from his eyes and the liquid sound he constantly drew in from the nose unbelievably wet. 'I'm so sorry....' The delicate words were muffled behind the hands.

'It's okay baby.' Tristan said with a soothing comfort, '...can I get you anything, some paper?'

'...yes thank you.'

Taking a much needed break, they were seated at the kitchen table.

With graceful strokes, Chad used the papers over the nose. He'd blown it once since the fit and even though he still sniffled, he refused to blow it again.

'...sorry.' He said again a little timidly. 'I never intend to sneeze so messily.'

'Babe I love all your sneezes. I must have told you a millions of times by now.'

'...yea, but... yea... okay.'

Chad used the crumbled ball of paper below the nostrils, carefully rubbing it around them.

Grabbing Chad's hand from across the table, Tristan gazed into his eyes. The deep blue seas he often found himself drowning in.

'How are you feeling, better?'

'Much better, thank you.'

'That was some attack, eh..?' Tristan couldn't help but smile.

'So embarrassing.' Chad sniffled, finding it hard to keep a steady eye contact with the intensity of energy floating between them. 'I just wish my nose wasn't so...' The words failed him and he pondered thoughtfully.

'...adoringly cute?' Tristan smirked.

'Noooo...' The head shook faintly from side to side. '...that's not what I was going to say. '

They were quiet for a moment.

'Are you hungry?' Tristan then asked, caressing the soft skin on the palm of Chad's hand with the thumb.

'A little.'

'How about some pizza..?'

'Yea that sounds nice.'

'Awesome.' Tristan stood but held onto Chad's fingers. 'Let's get out of here.'

[xariarte]

thoughts about shai gilgeous alexander winning mvp

tl;dr: i say the word canada about 3910291 times, talk about canadian bball history ft steve nash, mention villainous dbrooks at least once and talk about how cool it was to witness sga win the most valuable player award

i always thought that shai would win mvp later in his career, but when the rumours started that he might win mvp this year, i was a little afraid to believe. firstly, the last time a canadian won the mvp award was steve nash. actually most of the canadian basketball stuff was won by steve nash.

(one day i'll do enough research to write about team canada steve nash)

after nash, canadian basketball went into a drought. there were still good players, like kelly olynyk, dwight powell, cory joseph, andrew wiggings, brampton waste-yute tristan thompson, etc etc, but never a star that could rival steve nash.

and yes we had andrew wiggins and jamal murray but they were still star role players (also rip to jamal being mostly injured...sigh what could have been...anyway).

and then shai came along.

(this quote from 2021 made me laugh when i first found it like last year but it's not as ironic anymore despite nash having a different style than sga as a point guard)

it's hard to describe what it's like to be a canadian hoops fan watching shai, because team canada basketball isn't like team usa basketball. for so long that men's program struggled to win a medal at fibawc, never mind represent in the olympics. every star is always american. every good role player is always american.

(and if they're not american, then get ready for the ten million xenophobic comments in the american media)

when i watched the men's team canada in 2023 fibawc, that was my first real taste of international basketball. i'll never forget watching that team but i will never forget how nice it was to have sga on my team. like wdym he's canadian?

he was a true leader for that 2023 fibawc team. he pledged three years to the canadian national team and convinced the other guys to play. normally it was just kelly olynyk and dwight powell giving up their summers to play on team canada. the other guys always missed training camp (tbf their coach was nick nurse).

like if shai wasn't the leader that he was, i do not think that villainous dbrooks would have been like, "wait no i want to join the fibawc team after all" after missing 2022 training camp despite pledging three years and then go on to make canadian history with his 39pts so that the men's team canada could earn its very first bronze fiba medal. i don't think the men's team would have broken an olympic drought of twenty three years without sga's leadership.

it just wouldn't be possible!

obviously as someone who became a bball fan during the raptors championship playoff run, i can't say i witnessed shai's entire career. it must be extra special to the day one fans. 🥺 like seeing him hit so many milestones, helping canadian basketball come back up - those are things that are really cool to see for a canadian hoops fan.

i think when he won the northern star award, i was like, "okay! maybe he can one day win MVP!" i didn't think it would be this soon (and during jokic's prime too) but it happened!

i can't really describe how much canadian pride i felt when sga lifted up the mvp award. it was on par with seeing him win the northern star award but ten times better.

and i can't wait to see what he achieves next! 🍁💖

[whereisstuart]

Okay heres all the character sheets Ive got done

I’ll make character introductions for them later, some general introductions for them for now.

Samuel Burton- Levelheaded guy who tries not to stress, the closest thing Alex has to a best friend, MC, potentially doomed by the narrative.

Rosie Sareen - Lax and pretty happy, became close friends with Alex through Samuel, Singer, Ethans girlfriend.

Ethan Kemp- Sharp and quick witted guy who freaks out easily, also knows Alex through Samuel, Skater and singer, Rosies boyfriend.

Tristan Campell- Mean and a bit manipulative but still chill, Hes a party goer so he sees Alex around alot and so theyre mostly associates.

Fizz Draganja- High energy and very assertive, they met Alex after graffitiing on the side of the Lankmann foundation building and gave them 20 dollars and an edible so they wouldnt report it, guitarist.