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Apex Legends

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Callie tores

Mark Sloan

Derek Shepherd

House of the dragon

Aemond Targaryen

Undertale

Sans

Misc Characters

Thomas Brown Hewitt

[winterstellars]

so much cunt was served in episode 6 that no one's talking about jason lannister carting around a few war lions just for the aesthetic

[polysucks]

How do you feel about cats? I desperately wish asoiaf had more of them

I love cats, personally. I got two of them! I also have two dogs! I’m more of a cat person than a dog person, but I love both :3

But, as you know, I’m fuckin insane, so of course I had to use your ask as a platform to talk about how Peepaw Greg uses cat and dog symbolism in the series.

So let’s talk meta about his usage of cat and dog themes in Westeros.

In asoiaf, gpa Greg makes big big use of canine and lupine symbolism—most notably through the Starks and their direwolves—to explore some themes of loyalty, survival, identity, and instinct. The prevalence of dog-adjacent imagery, from the feral wildness of the direwolves to the brutalized obedience of people like Sandor Clegane, speaks to a deeper thematic preoccupation with what it means to belong (hypergeneralized) like. to a family, to a code, to a pack. Wolves and dogs in peepaw’s world are not literally animals, they’re totems of identity and indicative to some degree of fate that becomes perpendicular with the moral and emotional arcs of the characters they shadow.

By contrast, feline imagery like the Lannisters’ cunty lion sigil remains largely heraldic and aesthetic rather than emotionally or thematically embedded. Lions in the series symbolize institutional pride, legacy, and power, but lack the dynamic intimacy of the wolves. They are mythologized apex predators, ya sure ok, but predators in captivity, not the wild. They’ve lost their instincts. Their strength is theatrical. Their claws have become ceremonial.

The Lannisters aren’t predatory like their avatar so to speak. They’re curated. Groomed. Caged in gold and politics and perception. They hiss and bite, but most of them are bound by visage and expectation:

• Tywin is the lion’s roar—but it’s hollow in the end. He dies on the toilet. Womp womp (I laugh errytime)

• Cersei sees herself as a lioness, but she spirals into paranoia and ineffectual tyranny. (Literally just an evil slut. Smooth brain. No thoughts, just vanity. Yas queen go offffffff)

• Jaime begins as the golden lion but is declawed—literally—and only becomes compelling once he sheds that identity. (Smol. Must be protected at all costs.)

• Tyrion, the runt of the litter, understands the lion’s mold enough to break it—and it nearly destroys him. (I mean it kinda does long long term. I love who he becomes in adwd)

The Rains of Castamere goes fuckin HARD and underscores their obsession with legacy through intimidation (BECAUSE OF ONEEEEEEEE TIME. IT WAS ONE TIME. LIKE ITS NOT HARD TO ERADICATE THE ENTIRETY OF 2 HOUSE LINEAGES ESPECIALLY IF THEYRE SWORN UNDER YOU IM SORRY TYWIN BUT THATS NOT the fLEX YOU THINK IT IS im sorry okay back to our regularly scheduled insanity)

— A Storm of Swords, Catelyn VII

— A Storm of Swords, Arya VII

This isn’t a simple cats vs. dogs dichotomy. It’s about what these animals represent. Wolves and hound imagery when used in asoiaf evoke loyalty, instinct, and interdependence. Lions (or generally, feline figures which, I note, are very few) represent arrogance, isolation, and the brittle weight of legacy. Martin privileges the canine because his world favors those who endure—not those who posture. True survival in Westeros depends on bonds, not bloodlines; on pack over pride. (Get it? Bc a ‘pride’ is a pack? A pack of lions? Like the phrase blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb? Get it? Ok I’ll see myself out no need to call security)

While the thematic imbalance may seem skewed toward the wolf, this asymmetry is deliberate!!! The lion isn’t underdeveloped—it’s hollowed. It stands as a symbol of inherited power, not earned strength. Like Famous Disabled Worker Rights Advocate and Cheese Enthusiast Magister Illyrio once said

— A Dance with Dragons, Tyrion I

The lions of Westeros roar from red keeps and golden thrones (toilet thrones, am I right? Huh? Eh?), but they are trapped by politics, legacy, and illusion. Their power is a spectacle maintained through fear, maintained through myth. They ain’t even got the fundage to back it up. Pull up, Cersei. The wolves, by comparison, represent power that is quiet, blood-won, and bone-deep. They do not command; they endure. They are not elevated by institutions, but by instinct.

Each direwolf’s fate mirrors their Stark:

• Lady’s unjust execution reflects Sansa’s theft of innocence and disconnection due to her loss of identity and lack of companionship.

• Grey Wind’s death during the Red Wedding marks Robb’s failure to heed instinct, and his transformation from noble heir to vengeful pretender.

• Nymeria’s independence parallels Arya’s exile and self-determination, leading a pack in the Riverlands as Arya learns to lead her own life beyond names.

• Shaggydog’s ferality reflects Rickon’s descent into chaos without guidance or protection or intervention.

• Summer’s sacrifice anchors Bran’s transformation into something inhuman, but still bound to loyalty and vision.

• Ghost, albino and silent, is Jon’s mirror: othered, introspective, and spectral. A quiet nod, too, to his secret Targaryen bloodline. (Suck my ass it’s canon)

These direwolves are not pets. They’re living metaphors and fragments of soul and fate.

So no—I don’t think the series needs more cats! Their absence is the point. The feline is not underused; it is overestimated, just like the legacy it represents. Lions are only dangerous when the wolves are gone.

And besides—when Martin did give us a Cat, he had her butchered at a wedding and threw her body in a river. He killed her. Then he brought her back. Then he killed her again—socially, narratively, and emotionally.

So… maybe we’re good on cats.

Rip cat you woulda loved the MILF category on pornhub <3

[kingsmoot]

hopefully all four parts sent 👍 bit rushed at the end but i'm out of medieval erotica juice lol. jb forever <3

everyone please behold the beautiful jb ficlet anon wrote, reproduced in full below:

brienne flipped him easily, reflexively, knocking the breath from him. are you alright, brienne started, but jaime laughed in a pained wheeze and went right back at her. they grappled in the bedroll for the sheer joy of it until brienne got half on top of jaime and pinned him, her long glorious thighs bracketing his, her arm an iron crossbar against his sternum, her mouth close enough to kiss. and so jaime did. it was a good thing none of those one balled wonders on Tarth had ever known the pleasure of kissing brienne, because now that jaime had tasted it he would have been obliged to go back and kill any other man who had had such sweetness and ceded it. brienne's hold on him went gentle in an instant, hands bracing unsteadily on either side of his head as he kissed her and kissed her and kissed her.

when brienne finally drew back they were both panting. the evidence of his excitement lay thick against her thigh and jaime let brienne feel it, rolled his hips sinuous up against her, made her flush a gorgeous splotchy red. jaime grinned. arthur dayne had once told him there was no such thing as advantage of position, only the advantage of moments. the rules of engagement were not so different. jaime took every moment of brienne's bashfulness to press his advance, his hand stroking up her leg, rucking her nightshirt up ever higher. it was a hideously plain thing, keeping far too much of brienne's skin obscured, and if he had both hands he would unlaced it and torn it off her in an instant. as it was he could only push it up with the stump of his wrist, until he revealed the pale thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs. (1/4)

slowly, savouring, he reached for her and found her beginning to grow slick. brienne made an unbearably lovely sound when he stroked her, hips canting, and then another when he let her grind into his touch, her stiff clit dragging against his palm. jaime put his thumb to it and watched fascinated as her thighs twitched with each circling. brienne was watching too, lips slightly parted, helplessly enthralled by his hand working into the softest part of her.

he stroked brienne's cunt again with two fingers, spreading her swollen folds, delighted at how it made her squirm, her eyes squeezing shut. the sight and sensation made his cock unbearably hard. jaime had only made love to one other woman in his entire life but he'd made an art of it, a study of it, and he studied brienne now, coaxed her into relaxing in small shuddering degrees. but he had barely begun his siege, only dipped in to the first knuckle when she said jaime, wait, (and it clearly cost her to say it) what should- what do i do? (2/4)

what? and she was looking at him again, flustered but repeating- what should i do to make it good for you?

nothing, jaime said, which brienne gave him an obstinate look for. you need do nothing. it's already good.

what if, brienne said, very quietly, what if i want to.

jaime blinked at her for a moment. then of course, he said, realizing. i've forgotten to arm you, my lady.

what? said brienne, but he was shifting underneath her, encouraging her to lie side by side with him.

take that damn nightshirt off to start, jaime said, and brienne obeyed, revealing herself to him. he immediately took the opportunity to put his hand on one of her perfect broad breasts and squeeze. fuck, he groaned, and put his tongue to the other one before she could protest. (3/4)

that's good for me, jaime said, that, and- taking her hand in his, showing her how to hold his cock. brienne's eyes went very wide but she still stroked him, tentatively, and she gasped when he twitched in her grasp.

you're usually meant to do that multiple times, jaime said, terribly fond, and she stroked him again, her calloused hands shockingly gentle, and fuck he needed to be inside her if he was meant to last at all.

well? he prompted. not frightfully big, is it?

no, she mumbled. and then, you're very warm, and jaime did laugh.

i should hope so, he said, coaxing one of brienne's thighs over his hip again, the better to align themselves. brienne gasped when the head of his cock dragged against her, so wet he slipped right off, and jaime kissed her smiling. ready? he said. brienne, blushing so hard she could not speak, nodded. he adjusted himself with his hand and thrust them together with one long beautiful motion.

and then he was sheathed inside her, his loveliest, truest brienne, burying her whimper in the crook of his neck, letting him so wonderfully into her trembling cunt at last, the only place in the world he wanted to belong. (4/4)

[initforthethrill]

mango and dog anon are onto something…

yes to vampire!cate that acts like a puppy. yes to pathetic vampires.

I don’t actually think vampires are that cold, mysterious and serious once you meet them, only cat-coded with the people they don’t trust or haven’t met before. like…. bro, you really need to do all that begging to convince me to let you in my room so you can suck blood off my neck while scenting it like a needy dog? no way. that’s… literally gayer than jaime, the anons and me all together in a room.

I’m sorry mango and dog anon, but I’m not really a dog person. werewolves are just big dogs to me… and dogs drool…. Like a lot…. In the bad way…. And they also hump stuff and that’s a little traumatic…. but vamp!cate puppy girl being paired with an actual werewolf that is by default a puppy? you know they’re known around GodU camp like the annoying, clingy, eating-their-faces-off-on-the-hallways couple.

also !!! bat-turned-vamp!cate that just… clings onto you through classes???? hiding in your hoodie, in the pocket of your flannel or just like, hanging on top of your head??? that’s so silly. I love it

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i love me a pathetic vampire. plus at my very core, i'm just a whore for cate dunlap :)

pathetic vamp!cate is basically just a clingy little victorian ghost who haunts you your entire life desperate for another taste. she thinks "eternal damnation" is a valid excuse for being wildly possessive. she will sit on your kitchen floor and cry bloody tears when she's too hungry, with those big blue bloodshot eyes and pathetic puppy dog pout. definitely carries around a locket with a single drop of your blood in it for "reasons" she refuses to disclose. and she keeps trying to convince you being bitten is "intimate and romantic, actually." she gets insanely blood drunk off you...sobbing mid-feed, slobbering all over your neck like a woman-possessed, slurring “you taste like home, that’s so messed up, what if I never stop loving you?” whenever you get any kind of cut, cate goes absolutely still and stares at you like she’s in a trance, then blurts out something deeply unhinged like “you'd never let such divine blood go to waste...would you, baby?" pout and all. she'll try to play hard to get sometimes but melts the second you say “come here.” she’ll hiss and pout and go “you can’t boss me around, i’m an apex predator,” but she’s already halfway in your lap before the sentence finishes. and honestly? she probably keeps a diary where she writes dramatic poetry about you like “her pulse sings / and i am but the monster begging for a lullaby.” she'd burst into flames if you ever got your hands on it.

she clings to the sleeves of her werewolf gf's flannel when starved and trying to act normal, whispering things like “i could die, you know. if I don’t feed. but it’s fine. you clearly have more important things to do…” while looking all pale and tragic. and once when you growled during sex on a full moon her brain short-circuited and sent her into an absolute frenzy, babbling about eternal bonds and asking if she could be marked “just a little, just a tiny bite, please?” like mutual bite marks? blood bound? bonded? she's obsessed. doesn't understand the centuries old feud between vamps and wolves because she's sure if they just fucked nasty they'd understand the appeal, no? once you even made an offhand joke about how her bloodlust is kind of hot and she's never recovered. she brings it up at every opportunity. “oh, you thought i was sexy when i lunged at you with fangs out? interesting. tell me more.”

also i'm obsessed with bat-turned-vamp!cate please do not get me started. sassy little monster omg. she definitely just curls up in your hood when she’s stressed, sometimes even pouts in there for hours, refusing to shift back until you coax her out with a warm bath and forehead kisses and your neck as a meal, of course. she's a menace when she's jealous but imagine that dial cranked to fucking eleven. she turns into a bat and dive-bombs your friends, then denies it completely while perched daintily on your shoulder like, “me? petty? i’m literally three ounces of helplessness.” and when she's upset, she'll flutter into the rafters of your shared apartment and refuse to come down, even though she’s crying so loud you're like “you do realize i can still hear you sniffling, right? get your tiny emo ass down here.” and totally hangs upside down from the shower curtain rod to sulk after you call her needy. you just throw a sock at her and say “you’re a bat, not a chandelier,” which somehow only makes her clingier.

anyways...totally didn't get carried away with this! i'll shut up now hehe<3

[freakingholland]

MY WRITING PREFERENCES AND RULES

(last updated 2nd Jan 2025)

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED - EXCEPT FOR EVENTS UNDER THESE POSTS: REMUS LUPIN REQUESTS

Who do I write for?

DC comics:

Dick Grayson

Jadon Todd

Tim Drake

Bart Allen

Wally West

Overwatch:

Cassidy

Brigitte

D.Va

Pharah

Genji

Hanzo

Kiriko

Mercy

Ramattra

Lifeweaver

Apex Legends:

Wattson

Wraith

Bloodhound

Mirage

Catalyst

Valkyrie

Loba

Octane

Vantage

Conduit

911:

Evan Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Call of Duty

Simon Riley

Alex Keller

Game of Thrones

Jon Snow

Jaime Lannister

House of the Dragon

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Valorant

Cypher

Clove

Viper

Jett

Sage

Omen

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

How To Get Away With Murder

Asher Millstone

House MD

Robert Chase

James Wilson

Harry Potter

Remus Lupin

Fred Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Ron Weasley

2. I only write x reader fics, will do fem!reader and gn!reader (as I want my imagines to be genuine and harmless, I'd like to make space for male!reader writers who can do a much better job than me!) I won't write AUs, I mostly write fanon fics/fics based on episodes/trailers/in-game events etc. depending on the media!

3. If you want me to write about a character who isn't on the list - ask away! I might not know their lore enough, but I will try my best to do my research. The worst that can happen - I'll just let you know that I won't write for them! But I don't bite I promise ♥

4. I'm not very experienced with smut, but I'm comfortable with it. I specialise in fluff! I'm a sucker for domestic imagines, will do hurt/comfort as well. Not really experienced with angst, but will do angst that ends with fluff!

5. I won't write about character under the age of 15 unless it's platonic or unless I headcanon a character as someone 15+ ! (my old imagines break that rule to some extent, but as they are harmless (involve romance but nothing suggestive), they will remain on my blog at least for now - might rewrite them in the near future).

6. I'm relatively busy with work and uni so it might take me a while to post!

7. I also do polls so make sure to catch those if you wanna help me choose!

8. I can add you to my tag list! just send me an ask!

[osoenelbosque]

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

(who to pick, who to pick 🧐)

"Gotta love new recruits." Jaime purrs under his breath as he feels the lovely pressure of the younger agents hips pushing into his lap. His legs widen, allowing the fellow agent to straddle him comfortably. Bringing a hand onto his abdomen, feels at the younger man's physique. Fingers slipping past the other's shirt and gliding across his skin, following the groves of his abs and smoothing across the fellow agent's pecs. Jaime cups them softly, bringing a thumb to brush itself across a nipple before traveling down once more. Bringing his index and middle finger closer to the young man's waistband, they slip past and pull at it playfully. Like reins on a horse, Jaime helps the fellow agent get some leverage. Jaime soon joins in the grind, rocking his hips up to meet the apex of each of the fellow agent's grinding. "That a gun in your pocket or are you happy to see me?"

[thetoxicgamer]

Nrg Quits Apex Legends and Accuses Ea of Failing to Support Esports

NRG Esports has declared its departure from the world of Apex Legends esports, placing the blame squarely on EA for failing to provide adequate support to esports and organizations as the primary reason behind their decision. After a five-year presence in Apex Legends, during which the organization saw various streamers and professional players come and go, NRG has opted to withdraw from the esports scene entirely. The organization has released its players from the ALGS (Apex Legends Global Series) squad and had already cut ties with many of its Apex Legends content creators several months ago. NRG has explicitly pointed to EA and Respawn's insufficient support for esports and the teams involved as the principal motivation behind their exit. https://twitter.com/bikeage/status/1702752309254439376 Jaime Cohenca, Chief Gaming Officer at NRG Esports, made this statement on social media: "With the release of our team, I can also confirm that NRG will not be fielding a roster for ALGS going forward. We feel EA/Respawn have not done enough to support orgs and made the tough call to take a step back." Throughout their time in the Battle Royale title, NRG did not secure any S-Tier trophies but did manage to secure placements within the top 15 in multiple events, with their highest achievement being second place in the 2023 Split 1 Playoff. NRG now joins a growing list of esports organizations departing from Apex Legends, a trend that includes Cloud9, G2 Esports, and Team Liquid. The esports industry has been grappling with economic challenges, and reports suggest that EA has not been offering organizations opportunities to generate revenue through in-game cosmetic sales. According to a report from Digiday, EA and Respawn abandoned plans to implement revenue-sharing agreements with organizations for in-game item sales involving 20 different teams. EA's offer reportedly included a $60,000 licensing fee, but some organizations expressed their dissatisfaction with the proposal, offering a counter-proposal which EA rejected. Consequently, many of these organizations disbanded their ALGS squads and left the competitive scene. https://twitter.com/sweetdreams/status/1702751384125448408 Longtime NRG player Christopher 'sweetdreams' Sexton shared a statement on social media, officially announcing the organization's exit from Apex Legends and providing fans with an update on the roster. He indicated that the squad would continue competing in Year 4 of the ALGS, although he did not make any promises regarding the team's future composition. Sweetdreams acknowledged the sadness surrounding NRG's departure from Apex Legends but expressed optimism about finding a new home and contributing to the game's realization of its full potential. Read the full article

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Who I write for

This is a list of characters I currently write for organized by fandom. Even if a character is not listed, feel free to request them anyway:)

Apex Legends

Bloodhound, Loba, Octane, Revenant

Detroit Become Human

Connor, Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson

Five Nights At Freddys

Foxy, Monty Gator

Game of thrones

Daenerys Targaryen, Jon Snow, Sandor Clegane (the hound), Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister

House of the dragon

Aemond Targaryen

Misc Characters

Thomas Brown Hewitt

[lannistertwinz]

One of the reasons why I actually do enjoy the Jaime/Cersei-Thomas/Lucille comparison is the fact that Crimson Peak in it's entirety is inspired by gothic fiction and it's tropes (admittedly so by Guillermo del Toro).

In particular, I have always loved this little gem from the script that didn't actually make the final cut:

Edith: Why her (Lucille)? Thomas: There is no answer! That's the madness of it - the power of it. Even now. Lucille is me and I am her. That dark thing - she lives inside me. All our lives we felt it - something stronger than love or hate. She is my fate - she made me and she will destroy me.

Which is basically a reiteration of the apex of Wuthering Heights' most famous monologue (a book with romantic leads that share extensive similarities with Jaime and Cersei):

Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don’t talk of our separation again: it is impracticable.

Which, in turn, George replicates in one of the relationship-defining scenes of A Feast For Crows:

"You are me, I am you. I need you with me. In me. Please, Jaime. Please."

[handsomesangel]

jaime, choking on his blood: please… spare me

revenant, flicking the blood off his blade: tch… too easy. but of course… you have blue hair and pronouns *stabs him*

[ofpantheons]

The mock look of sadness on his face was quickly replaced and Jaime found herself relieved that she didn't have to apologise for her lack of attention and lack of table manners. Anyone that had spent more than 5 minutes with her knew that it was just a quirk of hers and not to take it seriously. How could anyone blame her when she could feel the pulse of technology around her.

"See, I knew you could be a gentleman," she teased, taking a sip of her beer. "It was the usual. I kicked ass of course and also got to grandmaster on Apex ranked. How as yours? See, that wasn't so hard was it?"

"Real talk time though...what do you need me for in your next uh...plan."

" i could tell i wasn't holding your attention, " JAMES replies. he turns to jaime with a sad expression on his face, pouting even. the expression doesn't last for longer than a couple of seconds; he does consider jaime to be a friend, but isn't foolish enough to believe that her patience for him is neverending. " so, i guess it's the second option. "

" or would you prefer this — how was your week, jaime ? how was work ?"

[sing-me-a-serenata]

hehe heh hoh ohoh i am Looking Respectfully....

[shortythescreen]

Warning(s): Mentions of alcohol, murders. Jealousy in a relationship (but it’s resolved and isn’t totally unhealthy)

Pairng(s): Loba/OC. 

Author’s Note(s): Commission for @chiefphilosopherbouquet! They asked me to write something with their OC Nyra and Loba. Very cute. Hope you all enjoy!

It’s not that Nyra doesn’t like Jaime. He seems nice enough, as a person. He’s always polite to her, always offers her the same information that he offers Loba. The type of guy that might help a little old lady across the street and barely squint when she pinches his cheek in thanks.

He didn’t question Nyra’s presence – not when she first started coming around, late at night, not leaving until early the next morning. He doesn’t seem jealous either, didn’t bat an eye when Loba declared Nyra hers. Jaime simply rolled his eyes, told her that the next time she seduces someone she might want to let him know so he remembers to make sure there aren’t security protocols against them.

He’s never been anything but nice. It’s just that… well… she guesses it’s hard for her to ignore the relationship she sees between him and her girlfriend.

Loba’s beautiful. Stunning. Showstopping. The cover for her theft is a fashion critic and no one questions it. She takes extra care in her appearance, is in a nail salon every two weeks to have her nails trimmed and painted, her feet buffed and softened. She never has a hair out of place – even after a fight.

Topped by that beauty is her level of success. That she sits at the front of every fashion show, that her word is law when it comes to clothes – that behind the scenes, she breaks the law, and often. She’s one of a kind, at one hundred in every aspects of her life, and Nyra always feels like she’s chasing her. That she’s a cloud that won’t stop, beautiful and puffy and dancing across the clear white sky towards her next goal – and she can’t stop chasing her.

Neither can rest of the world. Nyra knows that Loba will always come back to her – that she never has to worry about her slipping into the beds of very willing third parties. It’s still hard not to notice the way they want her, the way they desire her just as badly as she does.

Somehow, that makes observing her relationship with Jaime even more difficult.

They’re just friends. Nyra knows this. Knows that there are never any lingering gazes between them, that above everything, Jaime respects Loba. That he would do anything for her – not because he’s in love with her but because he loves her. He loved her long before Nyra fell for her and his love has… seniority, she guesses. Something that’s sometimes hard for Nyra to ignore.

She watches them from her place on the opposite couch. Loba’s eyes are glassy with champagne, the bottle sitting among a bucket of melted ice. The glass table has a ring of perspiration of around it, the bucket sweating from the warmth of the room, the chill on the sides. Jaime is more idle, sipping casually at his glass as Loba chats.

“Not all of us can be super hackers, Jaime,” says Loba, toying with the thin neck of her champagne glass.

“I could if I tried,” Nyra boasts, chest inflating as she smirks Jaime’s way.

“I’m sure you could,” he says, agreeably, and aw, fuck, well. There he goes again with the nice shit.

“So humble, meu amor,” Loba says, kicking her feet up onto the coffee table between them. The tips of her heels click against the glass and Nyra glances at her across the way. The look in her eyes tell Nyra they’ll be talking about that later, that she can see from the slope of her shoulders, the weight on her chest that she hadn’t meant her words. That something else is going on.

Sometimes, having a perceptive girlfriend is a bitch.

“If it’s all the same to you, ladies, I think I’m going to turn in for the night.” Jaime says, finishing off the remainder of his champagne. He purses his lips tightly, leaning forward to rest an elbow on his thigh as he sets the flute on the edge of the coffee table.  

“You’re always the same to me,” Loba teases, though her sharp eyes don’t leave Nyra. Not for the first time since they got together, Nyra feels like Loba is looking through her, past the edges of her ribs and to her racing heart, to the soul trapped underneath that has been through too much.

“It is ironic, isn’t it?” She asks, leaning back on the sleek leather couch in her room. She’s shed her favored jacket, long, tan flesh resting over the pure white couch, and Nyra’s eyes are drawn to it. Jaime stands, hands slipping into the pockets of his slacks as he looks at his friend. “On the eve of my parents’ murder, I had no idea what the next day would bring… Tonight, neither does that thing.”

Something terse falls over the room, a tension. Like the haunting of those golden eyes that Jaime displayed on the screen only hours earlier.

“It’s exciting!” Loba cackles, throwing her head back, cutting through the thick tension with the knife of her laughter. “Good night, Jaime. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jaime tilts his head in deference, turning away from Loba. His wizened green eyes land on Nyra and she sees the question in his gaze, the silent plea: talk to her.  

Nyra’s not great at talking. The door to Jaime’s room closes and Loba rises from the couch opposite of Nyra. With a few strides of her shapely legs, she’s laying on the smaller loveseat that Nyra’s taking up, resting her head in her lap.

Surprise courses through her as she feels her shoulders relax. She hadn’t realized she was tense. She supposes it doesn’t matter though, her body melting beneath Loba. She smooths a hand over the hair slicked down beneath her braids, tight and clean against her scalp.

“So.” Loba says.

“So?” Nyra questions.

“You want to talk about the way you jumped into the conversation, meu amor?”

Nyra huffs. Not really. She would rather not talk about how she’s unreasonably jealous of one of Loba’s oldest, most loyal friends. Her cheeks round, puffing out, and Loba opens an eye, peering at her from the corner. God, she’s so unfairly pretty.

“Are you alright?”

“I should be asking you that.”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

Nyra giggles and Loba’s plump lips quirk up into a devious little smile. She rolls onto her back, fitting her head more comfortably in her lap. Nyra wishes her hair was out of its braids, that she could run her fingers through the pretty, looping curls, like cursive flowing out of her head. Her face softens after a moment, a fingertip sliding across the apple of Loba’s cheek.

“…I just get a little jealous of Jaime,” Nyra murmurs, voice so low she’s almost certain that Loba can’t hear her. Like she’s speaking to someone she doesn’t want to hear her, like she’s blended into the background, become the one no one wanted to be around. Just as she thinks she might sink into that memory, Loba’s fingers find her cheek, and all of the sudden she’s being sucked out of the memory and into those beautiful gold eyes.

“You know you don’t need to,” murmurs Loba, “he is only a friend.”

“I know. I just… Wish I could be that for you.” Nyra slouches back into the couch, pressing her thighs a little closer together to watch Loba shift with her.  

“Only a friend?”

“Someone you trust with all your secrets.”

Loba’s teasing smile eases into something else, plump lips pulling into what could almost be a pout if she would just push her lower lip out further than her upper one. She slides a manicured nail delicately down Nyra’s cheek and Nyra pushes further into her palm, opening up her fingers on her face. Her eyes flutter shut, relishing in the gentle slide of her smooth hands on her skin.

“I’m nervous about tomorrow,” says Loba, and Nyra’s eyes open again. Loba’s jaw flexes, her eyes distant, far away. Like Nyra’s had just been. “To look into the eyes of the… The thing that killed my father. My mother.”

Nyra folds her hand over Loba’s on her face, palm cupping her white knuckles. Loba’s nostrils flare and for an instant, through her smudged eye liner, her bloody eyeshadow, she thinks she sees the little girl she was when her parents were murdered.

“I’ve waited my whole life for this. But now that it’s here…” Loba slowly shakes her head, seemingly coming back to herself, and she finds Nyra’s eyes. She flips her hand, weaving their fingers together and tugging them down, to her chest. “I trust you, Nyra. With my secrets, with my identity. With my heart. Please know you don’t need to be jealous of anyone. You’re the only one I have eyes for. Okay?”

Nyra nods slowly, squeezing Loba’s hand. Her lips curl up into a gentle smile and she descends to kiss her, to reassure her without words – she’s ready. She has good people in her corner – Jaime included.

[ryuuna]

YA GIRL GOT TO DRAW AN APEX COMIC FOR LOBA CANONICALLY EATING FRIED CHICKEN LETS GOOOOOOOO

Bonus concept art for The Widow

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the seer and loba first meeting apex won't show us