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ICEBREAKER two

pairing: stanford!hockey player!sam winchester x figure skater!female!reader

content: language, slightly ooc sam

word count: 3k

note: here's part two!!! i hope you all love it, even if it is a bit of a filler part. peep the very forward foreshadowing about hockey jess' series, hehe. anyway, hope you enjoy!!

The next few days were a whirlwind of sleep, class, practice, repeat. A bit less of the sleep portion than usual, however, thanks to the stream of texts from a certain hockey player.

The chance for your date – or whatever you two would choose to call it – hadn’t come up yet. You were drilled on your routines for hours on end while also trying to juggle the seemingly endless amounts of homework being thrown at you. Sam was in the same boat, coaches slamming him with new techniques to pick up on before his Friday night game.

So, you two had resorted to flirty texts and pictures. Most were tame enough, just little things here and there that had you biting back a smile during lectures.

I can’t wait to see how that lemonade tastes. And how you taste, Sam had texted once, making you roll your eyes playfully and tap a heart onto the message.

Selfies of him, sweaty from practice and smiling like a golden retriever, were immediately inspected by you, eyes narrowing in on the ripple of his muscle when he was shirtless.

You especially liked the darkened mirror pictures of him post-shower, a towel wrapped around his lips lazily. You wouldn’t ever admit how long you would spend staring down your phone screen when he sent those.

Lissa caught you once or twice smiling at your phone. Despite your deep need to brag about how over the moon about this man you already were, you kept quiet. Right now, for example, she was trying to get to your phone, which you were deftly holding above your head.

“Come on, babe, just let me see who you’ve been blushing over!” Lissa protested, stretching her arms as high as they could go. Fortunately for you, she was just the slightest bit shorter than you, and that slightest bit added the necessary height to keep your phone out of her hands.

“It’s really none of your business, Liss.” You laughed when she sighed in defeat, falling from her tiptoes. She sent a glare your way, one that told you she would push about this topic later. “I’m serious.”

“And I’m just trying to look out for you.” Lissa argued, crossing her arms. You raised a brow, not believing a minute of it. Maybe she was looking out for you, but you knew she was the biggest gossip on your team. You learned that fact when everyone was coincidentally curious about the East coast just a day after telling Lissa that you had matched with a Maine-native on Tinder.

At the sight of your doubtful expression, she threw her hands up defensively.

“I’m serious! What if this guy is a… serial killer who likes feet!” She nodded, her eyes wide. “Your feet are beautiful, you’d be dead in a heartbeat.”

“Why does he have to like feet?” You laughed, hoping this would steer the conversation away from your love life. You would talk foot fetishes all day long if it meant Lissa didn’t find out about your embarrassingly schoolgirl-crush-ish feelings toward Sam.

“Wait!” Lissa gasped, clutching her hands to her chest. “Is it a girl?”

You watched the way she was practically bouncing on her feet, excitement running through her like a shot of adrenaline. Lissa was under the belief that every individual out there had some degree of homosexuality in them. It didn’t matter how many times you told her that just because she had a very large dose of said homosexuality in her didn’t mean everyone did. You almost felt bad for the way you were about to crush her.

“No.” You watched her face fall into a pout.

“Why not?!” Lissa huffed. “Girls are hot and funny and sexy and taste-”

“Liss, I’m gonna stop you right there. I don’t need to hear about the flavor profilings of the human female. Again.” You held a hand up, giving her a face that said I’m done with this conversation.

“I’m just saying, don’t knock it ‘til you try it.” She shrugged, grinning. “Give me a hint about who this mystery man is and I’ll leave you alone, promise.” She held her pinky up.

“I don’t believe you, but fine.” You hooked your pinky into hers, just as you had done third grade on the playground that first day you both had met each other. “He’s… good on the ice.”

“Good on the ice?” Lissa repeated, disappointed with the ambiguity of this hint. “What’s that supposed to mean? There’s so many things that could mean!”

“Ah, ah, pinky promise.” You chided, shaking the hand that was still attached to yours. You raised your eyebrows, expecting a fight. Lissa only kept the pink promises that were really important.

“Fine.” Lissa sighed dramatically. You ignored that little pout, tapping awake your phone screen to view the newest text from Sam.

Sam found himself in a similar kind of situation, only, for him, Dean was much harder to shake off than Lissa.

“Sammy!” Dean drawled out, grinning. “Who’s got you giggling like a chick?”  He plopped down onto the worn cushion of the couch.

“I’m not giggling, Dean.” Sam grumbled, clicking his phone off. He didn’t need Dean giving him shit for being “too romantic” or “too pussy-whipped” as he often did in situations like this. He’d gone through it the entire time with his ex. The brotherly taunting only got worse after Dean discovered the real reason Jess had broken up with him.

“I’m not giggling, Dean.” Dean repeated, in a mocking tone that was obviously supposed to imitate Sam. This earned him a firm push on the shoulder, which did little to move him thanks to his built upper body. “Come on, stop being such a wimp and show me.”

“You don’t need to know.” Sam stood, stretching his arms up and wincing at the soreness in his lower back. Maybe spending five hours straight studying solely the international relations between the United States and Russia wasn’t the best decision for his body.

“Uh, yeah,” Dean followed Sam up, looking quite annoyed at his little brother’s unwillingness to share, “I do.”

“Why?” Sam wasn’t going to give in so easily. He’d realized a few weeks ago how little secrets him and Dean had between each other when Dean had decided to share, in explicit detail, how his first threesome had gone. Sam cut him off at the first mention two pairs of hands grabbing Dean’s ass, unwilling to continue picturing the male-female-male event that had taken place in the bedroom next to his own. He was trying to change that codependency, create a little space between them.

“Well… because… you…,” Dean sputtered, trying to find a suitable answer. Evidently, he wasn’t used to Sam not being instantly obedient. A younger Sam, one who’d idolized Dean like he was God himself, wouldn’t have even required an interrogation. He would have gone running to Dean, words flowing out naturally. This Sam, the one standing four inches taller than his older brother, wasn’t so easy to work with. “I’m your brother, Sammy! You have to tell me.”

Now Dean was the one sounding like a chick, not that Sam would ever point that out to him.

“I don’t have to tell you anything.” Sam mumbled, turning to walk into the kitchen. His phone buzzed with a text from you, making a wide smile break across his face without him even realizing it. This also provided ample distraction for Dean to snatch up Sam’s phone, tapping and swiping through it like he was trying to find evidence for a murder case.

“You’re talking to a chick! God, Sammy, she's hot.” Dean wiggled his eyebrows with a smile that let the tip of his tongue peek out. Sam huffed in frustration, taking his phone back.

“She's off limits.” He grumbled, knowing exactly what Dean was thinking. Yes, it was true that most some of the girls he slept with usually ended up in his brother's bed as well. Often, he didn't care. Who was he to police who they slept with? It wasn't as if he was in love with any of those girls.

Dean always knew his limits. He didn't sleep with Jess because Dean knew Sam was really into her. Even that one sorority girl that had almost ruined Sam's life hadn't gotten into anything with Dean. Though, that may have been more to do with Dean claiming she was a demon from Hell that needed to be exorcised from the earth – dramatism was Dean's middle name – and less to do with Sam's intense whatever he'd had with her.

“Off limits?” Dean raised a brow, a grin spreading over his face. He knew what off limits meant. It meant-

“Sammy likes a gi-rl.” He said in a sing-songy voice, clutching his hands to his chest. “When’s the wedding? You’re wearing the dress, right?”

“Shut up.” Sam rolled his eyes, scoffing. “She’s… special. Just drop it.” He made his way to the refrigerator, pulling out a pre-made pressed juice. Dean nudged him out of the way to grab a beer for himself. How Dean could eat and drink like crap and still be in prime playing condition was beyond Sam. He played it safe with his high water intake and fresh veggies and expensive ass protein powder that the athletic department paid for.

“Ohhh… special, right.” Dean took a swig of his beer. “Why is that?”

Because she’s funny and smart and beautiful and dedicated and-

“She just is, okay?” Sam turned away, swallowing down the blush that threatened to creep up his cheeks. For all his big talk at parties and sport events, he sometimes felt like he was little Sammy again, the one that couldn’t talk to girls without his voice cracking. Though, he hadn’t found a girl that made him like that since Jess.

God, Jess. He should call her. Even broken up, they were still best friends. She’d been the first and only one – other than Dean, of course – to know the real reason why he was so dedicated to excelling at hockey. He’d been the first and only one – again, other than Dean – to know she was in love with her teammate. The same teammate who was her coach’s daughter, who, apparently, wasn’t “into girls like that” despite having really, really been into Jess at that pre-season party they’d all attended.

Yeah. He would call Jess to ask about you. Casually, of course. I mean, the girl’s hockey team and the figure skating team had to mingle, right? Maybe that was more of the mindset that all girls knew each other, something Jess constantly teased him about.

Now, he just had to find a way to coincidentally bring you up in conversation.

The day was finally here, a section of time when your schedules let up enough to allow for a date. You totally didn’t change your outfit more than necessary, and you’d taken an extra-long shower because you liked the water on your skin, not because you were shaving and scrubbing at everything with an obsessive precision.

A quick five-minute walk later, you were pulling open the door to the cafe, eyes glancing down at your phone to check for any I’m going to be late texts. Some would call the assumption pessimistic, you named it as playing it safe.

You did have a text sitting there in your notifications, it just wasn’t that text.

Waiting on someone else, pretty girl?

It had your eyes scanning the booth tables until you spotted a flop of brown hair and a red Stanford hoodie. Sam grinned at you, gesturing to the plastic cups of that heavenly lemonade sitting in front of him.

You hoped you didn’t look too giddy while you strode over to him.

“I didn’t think you’d show up on time.” You shot at him, settling in across from him.

“Timeliness is my middle name.” Sam scoffed playfully, feigning offense at your jab. Your smile blossomed without any conscious effort.

“Did you try it?” You nodded at his sweating cup, twirling the still-wrapped straw for your own between your fingers. He shook his head, making you frown slightly.

“Wanted to wait for you.” He admitted, his fingertips brushing against the back of your hand. It was like he couldn’t help himself, he just needed to touch you. A bloom of warmth filled you at the confession and for once you ignored the overwhelming urge to be a skeptic about the situation.

Sam really was just a nice guy who also happened to be really good at grinding.

“How charming.” You answered, actually meaning it despite the sarcasm that dripped from the words. He looked triumphant, as if you had just given him a gold-star sticker and called him a good boy.

You freed your straw from its paper, jabbing it through the designated spot on the lid, and flicked your gaze to Sam. He was watching you, amusement crossing his face when you scrunched your nose up.

“What?” You tried to force annoyance into your voice, annoyance that was quickly betrayed by the crooked smile that just slid into existence. He leaned forward, holding himself up on his forearms.

“You’re so cute.” He said it quietly, not needing to raise his volume thanks to his freakishly long torso that allowed him to get mere inches from your face. You shortened the distance further, nose almost brushing his.

“You’re cuter.” You mumbled, staring him straight in the eye. He held eye contact with you for a few moments and you forced your gaze to stay trained on his instead of flicking down to see how tempting his lips were today.

Finally breaking the tension of the moment, he settled back against the booth back, wrapping his hand around his cup.

Without saying a word, you both lifted your drinks, cheersing them together before bringing the straws to your lips. While you were silent about how good the beverage was, Sam let out a long, theatrical moan, rolling his eyes back. You blinked away the immediate flutter of need that sparked in you at the noise just in time for Sam to look back at you, wide eyed.

“This,” he pointed to his cup, “is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” He beamed at you, smile widening when you let out a soft laugh.

“I told you it was good.” You replied, sipping the lemonade again.

“No.” Sam shook his head, locking eyes with you. “It’s not good. It’s heavenly.” His grin tilted a bit. “It’s only fitting, though, since I’m sharing it with an angel.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, fighting down the blush that was threatening to bloom on your cheeks.

“You have anything else planned for today, or was it just going to be lemonade and sex?” You asked bluntly, hoping to get a reaction out of him. It didn’t work.

“Lemonade and sex are perfectly good plans, pretty girl.” Sam sighed, leaning forward again. “But, no, that’s not all. There’s this bookstore a few blocks from here, closer to my place.”

“Are you just trying to get me closer to your bed?” You tilted your head, warmth flooding you at his small head shake and quiet chuckle.

“I just thought you’d like the store. I know you like books, or maybe you just like carrying them around everywhere to look smart.” He teased, looking at you with downturned eyes. You furrowed your brows, confused.

“You know I like books? How?” You couldn’t think of a time when you had brought that fact up, and it’d been a while since you actually read anything. As you excelled in your collegiate figure skating career, it became more demanding, forcing you to exchange lazy reading nights for military-grade skating training.

“Freshman year, eight-am psych class.” It was simple, as if it should cover any other questions you had. You thought for a moment, still drawing a blank on what this had to do with the conversation at hand.

Then you had it. You remembered, with a fuzzy brain, some boy with the same mop of brown hair you now had in front of you. Sam. He’d been a bit hesitant in the beginning of the semester, but by finals, he was having debates with the professor on whatever the lesson was focusing on. You’d forgotten about the class as a whole, the excitement of it getting eclipsed by your first year of college-level skating competitions, the same season you’d received first place at a state level.

“That was almost three years ago.” You answered, casually, as if you didn’t want to launch yourself across the table into his lap over the fact that he’d remembered your dorky-freshman self.

“You brought a book every day,” he continued to cement in his perfection, “And a new one almost every week.”

“You never said anything to me.”

“Why would I? You were this perfect figure skater and I was still Dean’s rookie little brother ‘Sammy.’” He scoffed, shaking his head. “You would have rejected me in an instant, gorgeous. I was a loser.” You didn’t think there was ever a time little could be used to describe Sam.

“You were hot back then, too, Sammy.” You teased, swiping the tip of your tongue over your lips. “I would have been all over you.” You watched him breathe out a laugh and place his hand on the table, palm turned up.

“Guess we should make up for lost time.” Sam looked into your eyes, almost challenging you. You stared at him for a few moments, trying to gauge whether or not he was serious about this. Could it be more than just sex for him?

You decided there was only one way to truly find out and laid your hand on his, intertwining fingers as he guided you out of the cafe and into a world of new beginnings.

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Always-TheHungerGamesIreland (ff.net) Summary: 'This was at least the tenth time that he had practice-proposed in the last two weeks, and after about the third time, I started to long for him to be doing it for real. But it was not real. Just pretend. Because he had a better option somewhere else; an option that I had made available to him. And I hated myself for it.' Modern Day AU. Another Day Another Dollar-therebelliondies (ao3) Summary: AU. Katniss is living in an over populated area of Chicago called the Seam. Join her as she traverses the hazards of living in industrial North America circa 1900 as she tries to protect her family. Borderlands-SouthSideStory (ao3) Summary: Maysilee never comes back from the arena, and part of Willow stays there with her. "When they were still small, Willow would lay in her yard between Maysilee and Lissabeth. She remembers the tickle of cut grass on the back of her neck and bare arms, the green smell of the freshly mown lawn. Loud Maysie and quiet Lissa, framing her like the ballerina bookends in Daddy’s office. And that makes sense, really, because without both dancers the books all fall down." Breadcrumbs In the Ashes-typewriter_in_galaxy (ao3) Summary: Katniss comes to help me, her footsteps deathly quiet. Or maybe my grief is too loud. I catch a glimpse of her guilt-stricken face—at having left me alone to face the ruins of my family, at her own portion of blame for her orphaned lover, I don't know—before I collapse in her arms, clinging onto her for dear life as always. She grips me just as fiercely and we hold each other to the point of pain. In which Peeta holds on to Katniss at the end of the Quarter Quell, and they make it through the war together. By The Light Of the Halloween Moon-TwilightCakes (ao3) Summary: Katniss is reluctant to let her friends drag her out to a house party on Halloween. She prefers to spend her nights studying in the library to keep her college scholarship. When she meets a mysterious masked super hero, she finds herself wishing she hadn't spent so many nights lost in the library. Is it the full moon or just the pull of a sexy masked stranger? She's not sure.

Come Away With Me-titania522 (ao3) Summary: Come Away With Me An alternate Growing Back Together Story Cruel Summer-TwilightCakes (ao3) Summary: When Katniss signs up to be a camp counselor at Camp Panem for her summer home from college, she doesn't know what to expect. What she gets is a summer of archery lessons gone awry, cheesy songs by the campfire, and a certain blonde haired, blue eyed counselor she wants to take behind the cabin and get to know better. However, she decides it's best to keep the summer romance a secret. Rated M for language and sexual content. Fishers of Men-SouthSideStory (ao3) Summary: Long before his Games begin, twelve-year-old Finnick has trouble following the rules. He learns the hard way that the road from home to the arena is not an easy one. Fortunate-teetorini (ao3) Summary: Katniss is worried by the number of strange disappearances around District 12... yet Peeta doesn't seem to be too concerned about it. Happy Anniversary-softlikethesunset12 (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta celebrating their anniversaries. Just some Everlark cuteness for you guys :)

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re: how Viren grew up potentially poor (or lower class than royalty, obviously, and Kpp'Ar at the very least), specifically what context that potentially provides to him and Lissa's dynamic

While we don't get a ton about Del Bar in canon materials and equally not a ton about Lissa, the picture we do get of the two put them somewhat clearly at odds. In Tales of Xadia, we learn that in Del Bar:

A new ruler shall be determined following a traditional Del Barian Gladiatorial Moot, wherein seekers of the throne engage in combat and the mightiest hand rises [to be monarch].

Centuries ago, the largest mountain in Del Bar was devoid of people, and its slate-cliffed confines contained the lair of a vile dragon. Del Barians say their first king slew the foul beast and hurled it down the mountain. 

The people of Del Bar are varying degrees of warrior poet, from boastful barbarians to blithe bards and everything in between. Competitive tall tales keep them warm during the cold taiga nights. Most central to their culture is The Great Hunt, wherein great beasts are hunted and slain.

which all paints Del Bar as a very action-oriented, burly, strength based culture with an emphasis on physical prowess. We don't know what kind of occupation or station Lissa had, but she's notably never described as a warrior in any kind of way. Now, TDP's action/adventure fantasy show genre naturally skews characters towards having combat skills, with only a couple of exceptions for characters who are decidedly non-warriors (Gren seems to work entirely as an interpreter rather than as a soldier, but is a grey area; Terry seemingly has no combat training, but still ends up killing Ibis), with Lissa being one of them despite seemingly hailing from a culture that would really like her to be. Although wearing perfume and playing piano doesn't automatically make her a non-warrior, it does indicate a kind of femininity we don't see, comparatively, as much in TDP, particularly when these tidbits come from Claudia's POV of emphasizing that she is — seemingly — 'strong' in ways her mother was not.

(Del Bar's emphasis on songs/stories also make me think maybe the parts of her culture she did/could appreciate were things she found in Viren, since he often speaks in flowery/prettier language like a poet and can be quite the storyteller, but I'm getting off topic...)

What this means, then, is that both Viren and Lissa presumably grew up under a certain amount of social expectations — to remain X, never become Y — they then promptly abandoned within the confines of their relationship and their lives as individuals during the time they knew each other. Viren 'escapes' his station and is elevated (though they married probably a decade before he was high mage or Harrow ascending as king) the same way that Lissa escapes a warrior culture in favour of something decidedly different. Katolis may be militaristic, but a life at court with a mage (powerful, but an emphasis on mental fortitude/cleverness, not physical strength the way a warrior would have) is not.

If she was upper class, marrying her was a solidification that he'd 'made it'. If she was lower class, Viren was helping to pull her up with him (and we all know how Viren feels about duly owed gratitude), with Lissa potentially seeking to leave behind the social/mental helplessness she could've felt in her homeland at 'being different'... not realizing she just traded one form of helplessness, eventually, for another. Lissa, potentially, eventually adjusted from craving escape/power (agency to change her circumstances and social setting) and settled comfortably into her life with Viren and all that he offered, represented and promised, expecting him to do the same and let go... safe to say, he did not.

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CLARISSA "LISSA" ERIKA D'ANGELO

AGE: 35

BIRTHDAY: August 29, 1989

RELATION: Half sibling

TYPE: Solo

GENDER: Cis woman

PRONOUNS: She/her

ORIENTATION(S): Pansexual

FACE CLAIM: Taylor Swift

JOB/SCHOOL

JOB: Twitch Streamer / Content Creator / Musician

ALUMNI?: Alumni

ABOUT

Brianna Hawthorne and Max Anderson had a heated, but short lived, affair on the set of a movie the pair filmed together. She was a barely on screen side character and he was the star. She was, at the time, unaware of who exactly he was, much less that he had a wife, and when the filming ended, so did their contact. Shortly after, Brianna met her husband, Antonio D'Angelo, and then found out she was pregnant. Antonio, being a stand up guy, and loving Brianna, saw no harm in staying with her and married her. Then, Clarissa was born in Milan, Italy on August 29, 1989.

The family moved every few years due to her father’s job, resulting in a number of younger siblings born in various places around the world. Over the years, they lived in Greece, England, France, Spain, and Japan, before eventually settling down in Tennessee, where Brianna had once called home before becoming an actress. This led to a lot of language learning for Clarissa, as she wanted to be on top of the language for wherever they were headed next, and because she liked it. She enjoyed learning and in time picked up Latin, Mandarin Chinese, Russian, Portuguese, and Korean, on top of English, Italian, Greek, Spanish, French, and Japanese.

One of the most constant things in Clarissa’s life from a young age was archery. It was something she could do no matter where they moved and she was really good at it. She competed internationally as a child, including going to the Youth Olympic Games and winning gold there a number of times. At sixteen she began her training for the 2008 Olympic Games and made it, competing for her home country of Italy, instead of the United States. Not only did she make it, she won Gold and her name exploded all over social media. And with her name, the reputation that she was high and mighty, having done a lot of interviews at the Olympics in the interviewer’s native tongue. The easy-going but confident air about her sparked rumors that she believed she was better than anyone else and to people who hadn’t followed her career, it looked like she was raw talent. Ignoring the years and years of practice and work she’d put into everything she did.

When Clarissa was seventeen, it became known that she had actually started losing her eye sight. It was gradual and uneven, which meant that she still had a number of years left as an archer, before her eyesight became too bad to keep going. She kept it a secret from anyone outside her family and close friends, while she set her sights (no pun intended) on a future outside of archery. She competed in the 2012 Olympic Games, at the end of which she announced the end of her career as an archer and went public about losing her eye sight. Clarissa then devoted her time to her new career, as well as ways to keep archery in her life, despite the continuing deterioration of her eye sight. Across the two Olympic games she competed in, Clarissa earned four gold medals, two individual, and two team.

Worried that whatever was wrong with Clarissa’s eyesight might be genetic, Brianna braved the backlash and reached out to Max when Clarissa was eighteen. She wanted to, at minimum, warn him that his other children might suffer from similar. Max’s response was to send money to keep Brianna quiet, money that Brianna put away for Clarissa. It was at this time Clarissa was made aware of who her biological father was, though she didn’t much care at the time. In her eyes, she was Antonio’s child and it didn’t matter that, that wasn’t biologically.

Between Antonio’s business and Brianna’s acting career, Clarissa was accepted into PSU, studying Kinesiology with a focus in Occupational Therapy, as well as a psychology minor. She later applied to, and was accepted into, the Doctor of Occupational Therapy program at the University of Pittsburgh. By the time Clarissa started her career as an occupational therapist, she was considered legally blind. However, a combination of a strong contact prescription, adaptive technology, and a lot of determination it didn’t really change much for her. She went into business and, after a number of years, at 27, she left Pittsburgh for New York when she was offered a better job and the chance to possibly aid in developing better assistive technology for people like herself, as her eyesight continued to deteriorate.

In 2022, Clarissa made her way back to California for a medical trial regarding her sight loss. The next two years were rough and resulted in nothing but mounting frustrations regarding her eyesight. It was also around this time that Clarissa started streaming on Twitch under the username Pasta4Arrows. It started as just her playing video games to kill time and make the most of being unemployed, but soon developed into a career all its own. Something she was grateful for, as the paperwork that accompanied being an occupational therapist was starting to become near impossible for her to keep up with due to her sight loss. She also found a group of fellow archers with sight loss as a way of keeping herself busy.

Outside of archery and playing video games, Clarissa is an avid musician. It was something she picked up more as her eyesight deteriorated. She used music to cope, realizing that her eyesight wasn’t needed for it as much as she once thought it had been. In a lot of ways, it’s the best thing she has going for her. She’s learned to play the guitar and the piano, and sings relatively often. She is also a lover of cooking. Whether it’s baked goods or elaborate meals, Clarissa has taught herself the best ways to do so. Both of these, alongside typical video game content and disability advocacy, are featured heavily on Clarissa’s twitch and other social media.

Clarissa can be sarcastic as hell, but overall is very laid back. She knows what she’s good at and she’s not afraid to admit to it. While this makes her seem cocky, being so confident while also being laid back, she’s actually extremely hardworking. She knows what it means to put in the work and expects others to do the same. When people have ideas of who she is, she lets them believe what they want. To her, there’s no reason to try and change someone’s mind if they’re not willing to get to know her. She can be really sweet and caring when someone doesn’t have preconceived notions of who she is. She’s pretty nerdy, at her core. Clarissa is a little awkward under it all, having not had much socialization outside of her siblings and competing, so she often stays quiet when she doesn’t know what to do or say in a given situation. This lends itself to her being easily ignored and lets her move about without people noticing her, just to startle them when she finally speaks up.

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CLARISSA D'ANGELO

☆ FULL NAME: Clarissa “Lissa” Erika D'Angelo ☆ GENDER: Ciswoman ☆ PRONOUNS: She/Her ☆ AGE: 35 (August 29th, 1989) ☆ TYPE: Half sibling; solo ☆ HOMETOWN: Milan, Italy ☆ JOB: Twitch Streamer; Content Creator; Musician ☆ SCHOOL: PSU Alumni ☆ SEXUALITY: Pansexual ☆ FACECLAIM: Taylor Swift

ABOUT CLARISSA

Brianna Hawthorne and Max Anderson had a heated, but short lived, affair on the set of a movie the pair filmed together. She was a barely on screen side character and he was the star. She was, at the time, unaware of who exactly he was, much less that he had a wife, and when the filming ended, so did their contact. Shortly after, Brianna met her husband, Antonio D'Angelo, and then found out she was pregnant. Antonio, being a stand up guy, and loving Brianna, saw no harm in staying with her and married her. Then, Clarissa was born in Milan, Italy on August 29, 1989.

The family moved every few years due to her father’s job, resulting in a number of younger siblings born in various places around the world. Over the years, they lived in Greece, England, France, Spain, and Japan, before eventually settling down in Tennessee, where Brianna had once called home before becoming an actress. This led to a lot of language learning for Clarissa, as she wanted to be on top of the language for wherever they were headed next, and because she liked it. She enjoyed learning and in time picked up Latin, Mandarin Chinese, Russian, Portuguese, and Korean, on top of English, Italian, Greek, Spanish, French, and Japanese.

One of the most constant things in Clarissa’s life from a young age was archery. It was something she could do no matter where they moved and she was really good at it. She competed internationally as a child, including going to the Youth Olympic Games and winning gold there a number of times. At sixteen she began her training for the 2008 Olympic Games and made it, competing for her home country of Italy, instead of the United States. Not only did she make it, she won Gold and her name exploded all over social media. And with her name, the reputation that she was high and mighty, having done a lot of interviews at the Olympics in the interviewer’s native tongue. The easy-going but confident air about her sparked rumors that she believed she was better than anyone else and to people who hadn’t followed her career, it looked like she was raw talent. Ignoring the years and years of practice and work she’d put into everything she did.

When Clarissa was seventeen, it became known that she had actually started losing her eye sight. It was gradual and uneven, which meant that she still had a number of years left as an archer, before her eyesight became too bad to keep going. She kept it a secret from anyone outside her family and close friends, while she set her sights (no pun intended) on a future outside of archery. She competed in the 2012 Olympic Games, at the end of which she announced the end of her career as an archer and went public about losing her eye sight. Clarissa then devoted her time to her new career, as well as ways to keep archery in her life, despite the continuing deterioration of her eye sight. Across the two Olympic games she competed in, Clarissa earned four gold medals, two individual, and two team.

Worried that whatever was wrong with Clarissa’s eyesight might be genetic, Brianna braved the backlash and reached out to Max when Clarissa was eighteen. She wanted to, at minimum, warn him that his other children might suffer from similar. Max’s response was to send money to keep Brianna quiet, money that Brianna put away for Clarissa. It was at this time Clarissa was made aware of who her biological father was, though she didn’t much care at the time. In her eyes, she was Antonio’s child and it didn’t matter that, that wasn’t biologically.

Between Antonio’s business and Brianna’s acting career, Clarissa was accepted into PSU, studying Kinesiology with a focus in Occupational Therapy, as well as a psychology minor. She later applied to, and was accepted into, the Doctor of Occupational Therapy program at the University of Pittsburgh. By the time Clarissa started her career as an occupational therapist, she was considered legally blind. However, a combination of a strong contact prescription, adaptive technology, and a lot of determination it didn’t really change much for her. She went into business and, after a number of years, at 27, she left Pittsburgh for New York when she was offered a better job and the chance to possibly aid in developing better assistive technology for people like herself, as her eyesight continued to deteriorate.

In 2022, Clarissa made her way back to California for a medical trial regarding her sight loss. The next two years were rough and resulted in nothing but mounting frustrations regarding her eyesight. It was also around this time that Clarissa started streaming on Twitch under the username Pasta4Arrows. It started as just her playing video games to kill time and make the most of being unemployed, but soon developed into a career all its own. Something she was grateful for, as the paperwork that accompanied being an occupational therapist was starting to become near impossible for her to keep up with due to her sight loss. She also found a group of fellow archers with sight loss as a way of keeping herself busy.

Outside of archery and playing video games, Clarissa is an avid musician. It was something she picked up more as her eyesight deteriorated. She used music to cope, realizing that her eyesight wasn’t needed for it as much as she once thought it had been. In a lot of ways, it’s the best thing she has going for her. She’s learned to play the guitar and the piano, and sings relatively often. She is also a lover of cooking. Whether it’s baked goods or elaborate meals, Clarissa has taught herself the best ways to do so. Both of these, alongside typical video game content and disability advocacy, are featured heavily on Clarissa’s twitch and other social media.

Clarissa can be sarcastic as hell, but overall is very laid back. She knows what she’s good at and she’s not afraid to admit to it. While this makes her seem cocky, being so confident while also being laid back, she’s actually extremely hardworking. She knows what it means to put in the work and expects others to do the same. When people have ideas of who she is, she lets them believe what they want. To her, there’s no reason to try and change someone’s mind if they’re not willing to get to know her. She can be really sweet and caring when someone doesn’t have preconceived notions of who she is. She’s pretty nerdy, at her core. Clarissa is a little awkward under it all, having not had much socialization outside of her siblings and competing, so she often stays quiet when she doesn’t know what to do or say in a given situation. This lends itself to her being easily ignored and lets her move about without people noticing her, just to startle them when she finally speaks up.

FAMILY BACKGROUND

When Paula dela Cruz, an up and coming singer, met then C-list actor Max Anderson at an industry party, sparks flew instantly. With them both being busy trying to catch their respective big breaks, real love blossomed between the pair, and they did their best to make a long distance relationship work. When Max’s first leading role in an independent film became an instant cult classic, landing him his first Emmy and Oscar nominations, things started to escalate quickly for his career while Paula was still performing as an opening act for bigger artists. But regardless, she stuck by his side, which was why he ultimately proposed and then married the love of his life. They were barely married for a full year before they started growing their family. Her music career took the back seat as she raised the couple’s children, and over the years, she found herself feeling like a single mother with how little time Max was able to spend at home. As their children grew older and they spent less time together, both of them found other ways to be happy, even if it has landed them on TMZ from time to time.

[heartsdefine]

❅ - Vasilisa the Fair ⇢ Character Sheet (DND/BG3)

BASIC INFO.

NAME: Vasilisa CLASS: Warlock LEVEL: 5 (6500XP) RACE: Human BACKGROUND: Sage ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good HIT POINTS: 49/49 ARMOR CLASS: 13 INITIATIVE: +2 PROFICIENCY BONUS: +3 PASSIVE WISDOM: 12

PERSONALITY.

TRAITS - There's nothing I like more than a good mystery. - I'm willing to to listen to every side of an argument before I make my own judgment. IDEALS No Limits: Nothing should fetter the infinite possibility inherent in all existence. BONDS I sold my soul for knowledge. I hope to do great deeds and win it back. FLAWS Most people scream and run when they see a demon. I stop and take notes on its anatomy.

ABILITY SCORES.

STRENGTH: 13 (+1) — Saving Throw: +1 ↪ Athletics: +1 DEXTERITY: 14 (+2) — Saving Throw: +2 ↪ Acrobatics: +2 ↪ Sleight of Hand: +2 ↪ Stealth: +2 CONSTITUTION: 18 (+4) — Saving Throw: +4 INTELLIGENCE: 17 (+3) — Saving Throw: +3 ↪ Arcana: +6 ↪ History: +6 ↪ Investigation: +6 ↪ Nature: +3 ↪ Religion: +6 WISDOM: 15 (+2) — Saving Throw: +5 ✓ ↪ Animal Handling: +2 ↪ Insight: +2 ↪ Medicine: +2 ↪ Perception: +2 ↪ Survival: +2 CHARISMA: 19 (+4) — Saving Throw: +7 ✓ ↪ Deception: +7 ↪ Intimidation: +4 ↪ Performance: +4 ↪ Persuasion: +7

PROFICIENCIES.

Armor: Light Weapons: Simple Skills: Arcana (Sage), Deception, History (Sage), Investigation, Persuasion, Religion

LANGUAGES.

Common, Dwarven, Elvish, Sylvan

FEATURES & TRAITS.

FEY PRESENCE Starting at 1st level, your patron bestows upon you the ability to project the beguiling and fearsome presence of the fey. As an action, you can cause each creature in a 10-foot cube originating from you to make a Wisdom saving throw against your warlock spell save DC. The creatures that fail their saving throws are all charmed or frightened by you until the end of your next turn. PACT OF THE TOME Your patron gives you a grimoire called a Book of Shadows. When you gain this feature, choose three cantrips from any class's spell list. While the book is on your person, you can cast these cantrips at will. They don't count against your number of cantrips known. If they don't appear on the warlock spell list, they are nonetheless warlock spells for you. ELDRITCH INVOCATIONS - Beguiling Influence: You gain proficiency in the Deception and Persuasion skills. - Eyes of the Rune Keeper: You can read all writing. - Book of Ancient Secrets: You can now inscribe magical rituals in your Book of Shadows. Choose two 1st-level spells that have the ritual tag from any class's spell list. The spells appear in the book and don't count against the number of spells you know. With your Book of Shadows in hand, you can cast the chosen spells as rituals. You can't cast the spells except as rituals, unless you've learned them by some other means. You can also cast a warlock spell you know as a ritual if it has the ritual tag. On your adventures, you can add other ritual spells to your Book of Shadows. When you find such a spell, you can add it to the book if the spell's level is equal to or less than half your warlock level rounded up, and if you can spare the time to transcribe the spell. For each level of the spell, the transcription process takes 2 hours and costs 50gp for the rare inks needed to inscribe it. RESEARCHER (Sage) When you attempt to learn or recall a piece of lore, if you do not know that information, you often know where and from whom you can obtain it. Usually this information comes from a library, scriptorium, university, or a sage or other learned person or creature.

EQUIPMENT.

ARCANE FOCUS Lissa's staff serves as her arcane focus; a jewel in the eye of the skull at the top glows like a lantern flame when she uses it. DUNGEONEER'S PACK - A crowbar - A hammer - 10 pitons - 10 torches - A tinderbox - 10 days of rations - A waterskin - 50ft hempen rope CLOTHING - Leather Armor - A set of common clothes - A cloak the color of midnight WEAPONS - Name (Quarterstaff) - Light Crossbow - Two (2) daggers OTHER (Sage) - A quill & a bottle of black ink - A small knife - A letter from a dead colleague posing a question she has not yet been able to answer

SPELLCASTING.

CLASS: Warlock SUBCLASS: Pact of the Archfey SPELL ATTACK BONUS: +7 SPELL SAVE DC: 15 PREPARED SPELLS: 6

SPELLS KNOWN.

CANTRIPS. 1. Chill Touch 2. Eldritch Blast 3. Friends 4. Detect Magic (Book of Shadows) 5. Ray of Frost (Book of Shadows) 6. Vicious Mockery (Book of Shadows) LEVEL ONE. 1. Armor of Agathys 2. Witch Bolt 3. Identify (Book of Shadows: Rituals) 4. Speak With Animals (Book of Shadows: Rituals) LEVEL TWO. 1. Misty Step 2. Shatter LEVEL THREE. Spell Slots: 〇〇 1. Counterspell 2. Vampiric Touch

[lissa-learns-languages]

-06/28/19-

Trying to get back on track with my language learning over the summer so I don’t die of boredom. I’m starting from the beginning with a new notebook to remind myself on lessons I learned years ago as well as creating a place where all of my information is in the same place. Hopefully I’ll stay consistent with this.

-Lissa

[iturbide]

thinking about the multi-lingual headcanon’s so fun because it doesn’t need to apply to just Robin

Tharja gets so done with Frederick’s bullshitTM that she starts speaking only Plegian whenever he’s around just to mess with him.

Henry almost immediately joins in because he’s also done. Robin takes a bit more time, but eventually reaches the end of their rope and starts doing it too.

Frederick walks into the barracks? Tharja looks him directly in the eye and says something shitpost-worthy in Plegian that makes Robin and Henry do spittakes.

this spreads to the other Shepherds. Gaius knows some Plegian (enough to comfortably hold a conversation anyway) and joins the “passive-aggressively call Frederick out on his shit” club. the club ain’t Plegian-exclusive either. you speak Chonsinese, Valmese, ancient Archanean? sure, why not, you’re invited. can’t speak anything other than modern Ylissean? that’s cool, as long as you don’t condone/promote what Frederick does, you’re invited. and hey, free linguistic lessons!

Chrom and Lissa decide to dust off their old foreign language textbooks just so they can join in on the fun.

the Shepherds start to feel more comfortable speaking languages other than Ylissean around each other; people start learning other languages, and as they do so, about other cultures. eventually everyone celebrates the cultures they represent with everyone else.

tl;dr Tharja accidentally started a “fuck you, Frederick, we’re multilingual/multicultural now” club and everyone else is invited

(btw i don’t totally hate Freddy, but i also don’t feel bad about bullying him lol.)

the idea of Tharja spiting Fred by openly speaking Plegian in front of him. kinda spiraled woops

I do love the multi-lingual promise of the Shepherds, it's so under-utilized. We've got people from Plegia, Ferox, Valm, Chon'sin, Roseanne...being able to celebrate one anothers' cultures and languages really isn't explored enough. Picking up at least a few different words, like greetings or cheers and curses, let's be real, everybody's gotta be able to swear in as many languages as possible is something that should happen, without question, and I always want to see it.

I definitely see Tharja as the kind of person who would express her dislike of someone by shifting over to a language they don't understand, and Frederick is definitely someone who warrants that treatment in her book.

Henry, though...I can't see Henry expressing his dislike of people in sidelong ways. He's very direct: if he doesn't like you, he will make sure you know it, probably by hexing you. (He joins Tharja in the Plegian only because it's his native tongue and he'll answer in it when addressed on instinct -- and probably ask later why they switched over, not realizing it was a dig at Frederick).

Robin, while certainly vindictive, I can't see being that petty. As much as they dislike Frederick, they would insist on keeping the conversation in a language Frederick can understand for the sake of politeness. (As soon as Frederick's gone though they would absolutely trash talk the man in Plegian to blow off steam though because good gods Frederick drives them up the wall). When they're fully done with Frederick, they will tell him to his face, likely publicly, in a language Frederick knows so that he understand just how fed up Robin is and how unacceptable they find the great knight's behavior.

It's worth mentioning that Frederick does hold a position of power in the Shepherds -- he's not the Captain, but he generally seems to take charge of day-to-day affairs. Tharja couldn't care less if she pisses him off and gets scolded for it -- but other people, who do care about their position in the Shepherds and can't risk potential dismissal, might not be comfortable sticking it to him so brazenly. Sharing languages is one thing -- using them to spite someone in a position of power is another entirely, and could even be dangerous: Gaius, who has already been to prison and left branded as a thief, probably wouldn't want to take the risk despite his discomfort with Frederick's behavior.

Which is kind of a long way to say that I'm always a fan of the Shepherds embracing their multiculturalism, but I'm not really a fan of them using it in such a petty, spiteful campaign against someone, no matter how much he tends to deserve it for how prejudiced he is. It should instead be called out directly and dealt with.

[good-beanswrites]

Been making time in between assignments to jot down some sappy Awakening stuff -- in honor of the valentines banner, have some thoughts on my top 5 playthrough couples! It's mostly just me gushing about dynamics and details, and disregarding the support convos as how they fell in love lol

(No chrobin ones, sorry, but I’m so happy for you all 😭😭😭)

Robin and Frederick: (stay tuned because I'll be posting an extended collection of thoughts on them eventually) I love the slow burn of Frederick not trusting them, the gradual relationship building to love and trust, only for Frederick to be right all along, but they’ve gotten so close that he still loves and trusts them despite the facts. I think Robin would be so caught up in the memory loss and fast pace of the war, Frederick offers much-needed consistency and stability. Frederick would be so straight-laced, having a partner who brings him a little fun and relaxation while caring just as much about their duty would do wonders for him. He also loves the fact that they’re a predominantly fire-wielding mage... And come on, what’s a better aesthetic than a romance between a great knight and a dragon he was supposed to slay?

Cherche and Lon’qu: Cherche quickly figures out she has feelings for Lon’qu upon meeting him, and takes all the first actions in the relationship. They’re an extremely low key, private couple. They have as full and true a love as any, but rarely show public comments and displays. Because of this, they master the art of communicating by looks alone. They both are incredibly observant, and can read the other���s body language and tone instantly. They made a pact at the beginning of the relationship that they wouldn’t let emotion for the other make them sloppy on the battlefield (but they both slip up now and again). They strike me as a happy ace couple, but if they do end up having Gerome, he definitely gets his brooding drama from his father.

Henry and Olivia: I actually think this is a common one in fandom, I just love their dynamic. Both keep to themselves normally – whether from shyness or being the creepy outsider – so when they gravitate together they’re enamored with the other’s company. They both see a side that no one else gets to know. Olivia sees Henry’s softer, calmer side that no one takes the time to know. Henry sees Olivia’s true and vulnerable self that she never allows to show. Their relationship isn’t very obvious at first, they’re just excited to have found a friend and confidant for a while. It isn’t until Olivia gets seriously injured that Henry’s smile drops and he feels genuinely panicked for her safety, cueing them both in on their feelings. Everyone breathes a sigh of relief when they find out they’re a couple, because Henry will finally have a sweet influence. Instead, Henry’s mannerisms start to rub off on Olivia, and she develops some morbid interests and dark humor… (I also think that Inigo picks up on that, which is why he can genuinely connect to his fellow retainer Peri in fates!)

Lissa and Donnel: There’s something so sweet about young village boy on a hero’s journey falling in love with the princess ;-; There’s none of the cliche having-a-ton-of-trouble-adapting-to-farm life/courtly life, since they’re both so eager to learn about the world. Lissa easily gets her hands dirty and helps with the chores, which impresses Donnel. Meanwhile, she is surprised with how well he cleans up and speaks properly to other royals and diplomats. They don’t think about marriage for a long time after the war, but Lissa realizes she has feelings for him immediately. Donnel is totally awestruck by her, but chalks it up to meeting a beautiful, strong princess in person and doesn’t think much of it. It isn’t until his defending her on the battlefield feels a bit more than a sense of duty that he reevaluates himself. When they meet Owain for the first time, Donnel cries at being a father, even though his son is a grown man.

Cordelia and Gaius: I like the idea of a playful thief and a duty-focused knight finding balance in the other. They’ve got the enemies to lovers dynamic – they despised each other at first because of their opposites. Over so much time being stuck with one another, they turned their annoyance into aid. Cordelia coaxed Gaius out of some of his dirty/dangerous habits, and he may have helped her loosen up in some not-so-legal ways. While I hate her mother-ness in their support, there is something so beautiful and intimate about her cleaning him up and cutting his hair…

[writtingfiction]

Can chrom suffer please i would love him to watch himself slowly lose robin as she spends more time with lon'qu

I'm not dead, I swear, here's your monthly content!! also forgive me for any misspelling...

pairing: Chrom x Robin

words: 2.3 k

Chrom did not realize just how much time he had spent with Robin until Lon’qu had joined the army. He did not realize just how much he enjoyed spending his free time with her. She was there, always. That was until Lon’qu had joined. It wasn’t too noticeable at first but, as the days went by, it was hard not to notice. After all, Chrom had spent most of his free time with his tactician. Chrom loved Robin with his heart and soul, he would do anything for her. Perhaps too late he thinks, seeing her laugh as Lon’qu looks away growing redder by the second.

~

The first time he takes notice is when he’s looking for Robin, something about training or battle plans, he doesn’t remember. Chrom had made his way towards the main tent, convinced that’s where she would be. To his surprise, instead Robin is chasing Lon’qu and throwing figs at him. He’s dumbfounded by the scene in front of him. He can’t help but laugh at the scene in front of him. It catches their attention, Lon’qu takes this as his chance to flee but not before he gives a quick hello before running. Robin says hello but calls after Lon’qu saying she’ll get him. A small blush makes Robin’s cheek go pink as Chrom calms from his laughter.

“Just what are you doing?” Chrom asks. Robin lets out a small laugh, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

“Training.” Robin responds in full confidence, nodding once. Chrom gives her a quizzical look, but he doesn’t crack her.

“Are you sure? Poor man look liked he was running for his life.” Chrom said, coming closer to her. Now feeling the weight of the maps in his hands.

“Trust me, it’s part of training. Special training for Lon’qu only.” Robin said, looking down at her hands. “I only had five figs left too.”

“What training involves figs?” Chrom said in surprise. “Robin, I know your tactics are amazing on the battlefield but maybe we need to talk about your training regimes for others.” This pulls a laugh from her lips and it can only bring a smile to his face.

“Oh come on, my training regimes aren’t that bad. You’re just jealous I’m not throwing figs at you.” Robin says, a smirk curling on her lips. Chrom’s eyes go wide.

“No, no such thing. You’re reading the room wrong.”

“Chrom~”

“Robin, no.”

Robin’s smirk gets wider and Chrom is already turning and running. Robin is hot on his heels though. They run and one fig gets thrown towards him. He ducks his head, but the tactician has deadly aim and it hits him on the back of his hand. He cries out but keeps running. He can hear Robin laughing behind him. Chrom feels a warmth in his heart, he hopes it never goes away.

~~

The second time he notices a lack of Robin’s absence is when she is deep in different tactic books from varying time periods and regions, with someone beside her already. They’re back at the castle, in the library, and Chrom wants the company of his dear friend and the holder of his heart. He is too late though, someone is already talking to Robin, taking their time as they speak with her. Chrom pokes his head into the library. Searching a little before he sees the fur-lined coat that is unmistakably belongs to Lon’qu. He bites his tongue, preventing him from saying something foolish. Chrom wants to find Robin alone without someone talking to her, although it does seem to be harder and harder these days. He almost misses the days when the shepherds were smaller. He could spend hours with Robin without anyone interrupting them. Now, he’s lucky to even find her without someone by her side.

“Tactics and the sword? Never seen someone do both. They pick book or sword and never look back.” Lon’qu voices carries through just loud enough for him to hear.

“Then I’ll be the first to pick both.” Robin said. Chrom can’t see her face, but he can hear her smile. “I want to keep my friends safe. The citizens and so many more safe. Where my sword can’t reach, I’ll protect them with tactics.”

“Hmm.” Lon’qu nods. “You are a strange woman, but you’ve taken a worthy undertaking. Perhaps, I have to learn something from you yet.” Chrom can’t see what Robin’s face but he knows she’s at least smiling. She’s managed to pull a compliment from Lon’qu and it’s not an easy feat with his fear of women and high standard of strength.

Chrom pulls away from the library doors and leaves. He doesn’t feel, well. His stomach is twisting, and not in a good way. He feels sick almost. He thinks back to dinner if it was something he ate but, it couldn’t have been anything he ate. Chrom takes a heavy breath in as he slowly steps in the courtyard. Something wasn’t right. He couldn’t place it, but something didn’t feel right.

~~~

Third time Chrom realizes something. Robin was slipping through the cracks of his fingers. It was as if he was grabbing at sand. He wasn’t acting quick enough, but he didn’t have the time too. Or was it because he didn’t think he had the time to chase after her? His heart hurt at the thought. Everything was picking up and it wasn’t going in a nice direction either. His eldest sister is kidnapped and he’s going to war with Gangrel and Plegia once again. He fears he will become his father, but he vows to make things right. He won’t become like his father. He know he won’t, with Robin by his side-romantic or not-he won’t become his father.

“Chrom.” Robin says quietly, standing at the entrance of his tent. “Are you alright?” Chrom turns away from her. He sighs heavily.

“Emmeryn is taken. The fire emblem is in our hands, but we’re stuck. Hand over the emblem and free Emmeryn or, or…” Chrom can’t finish. His hands ball into fists, anger coursing through him. Robin is silent as she comes closer. Hand reaching out to his, unfurling them into her palms.

“We aren’t stuck. I’ll come up with a plan, we’ll get your sister back.”

Chrom believed her with his whole soul, so when things had reached it’s climax and Emmeryn sacrificed herself. He knew he shouldn’t have exploded on her. It wasn’t her fault, it wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t anyone’s fault but Gangrel’s.

“You had a plan!! You said we would get her back!” Chrom said harshly, his sadness shed for anger to appear. Robin, Robin looked small from where she stood. Small hand falling back to her side.

“I tried, we all tried our best. We did everything we could to try and prevent what happened. We couldn’t foresee what Gangrel would do.” Robin said, voice strong.

“Are you sure? What about that amnesia of yours, perhaps you’re actually a grimleal spy and this is what you wanted from the beginning?!” Chrom regretted what he said the second the words passed his lips. The visible shock turning into hurt on Robin’s face made his heart sink to the floor and he wanted to crumble on the spot. He heard her breath in sharply, eyes watering as she tried not to spill tears. Lips quivering as they stood in silence. Stunned by the prince’s hurtful words.

“Chrom…” Robin’s voice is barely above a whisper, wavering in the air. “You’re grieving, but remember that you’re not the only one.” Tears spilled down her cheeks as she spoke. Unable to hold them back anymore.

Everything that held Chrom together broke. Walls no longer standing. He feels his leg shake underneath him. He’s tired. Hot fresh tears roll down his cheeks. Chrom opens and closes his mouth multiple times before finally saying;

“I’m sorry.” He means it, with everything he has left to give. Robin’s only response is her turning around and leaving him to stand and wallow in his misery. He falls to his knees, knowing he deserves it. He loves her, she doesn’t know it, but the way he yelled at her, she doesn’t deserve that. Chrom knew that his words affected more than anyone else, he trusted her from the beginning. This was a stab to the back for poor Robin.

Chrom picked himself up hours later, searching for Robin to apologize after a couple encouraging sentences from Lissa and Frederick. Although, it was mostly scolding from his sister. Chrom spotted Robin sitting at the edge of a fire poking it lazily as a familiar silhouette stood nearby. It was Lon’qu. He knew that fluffed collar and stance anywhere. He swallowed his pride, he had to as he approached the two of them.

As he approaches, the two look at him but only Lon’qu is the one to acknowledge him. Robin looks back to the fire as the Ferox man nodded his way, but his body language went rigid.

“Robin, may I have a moment with you in private?” Chrom asked, hand gripping against Falchion out of nerves which he tried to control. There was a shared look between Robin and Lon’qu before Lon’qu made the decision to move on.

“You have me alone.” Robin said flatly, not looking up from the fire. Chrom sat on the other side of her, eyes locking on the fire instead of her. He breathed in deeply before he spoke. He had hurt her deeply after all.

“I wanted to apologize,” Chrom paused, wringing his hands together. “What I said to you was unacceptable and I regret what I've said. I’m sorry, and I'm sorry that I yelled and blamed you for what was out of your control. I’m not here forgiveness, just to apologize.” There was a heavy silence, the crack of the fire keeping them from complete silence. It felt like an eternity before she spoke up.

“You’re forgiven.” Robin’s voice was barely audible over the fire but he heard her. Locking eyes in surprise. There was a soft smile on her lips, one of forgiveness. He let out a sigh of relief.

“I don’t deserve you.” Chrom said without thinking. Robin’s smile only grew wider. His heart raced in his chest. She hasn’t smiled like that in a while, or has she and it wasn’t directed towards him?

The two chat about a lighter topic but Chrom can’t help his thoughts trail off towards Lon’qu. He knew the man had grown closer with the tactician. Were Robin’s wider smiles directed to Lon’qu? What about those long nights he didn’t seem to catch her doing anymore, was Lon’qu whisking her away without him knowing? Did Lon’qu take Robin from right from under his nose?

“You’ve grown quiet, what is on your mind?” Robin said. Chrom relaxes hearing her words, not realizing how tense he was.

“You and Lon’qu, the two of you have grown quite close over the last couple of weeks.” Chrom says his words in a light hearted manner. However, what makes his gut twist is seeing her reaction. Her brown eyes are wide and there’s flash of red on her face.

“Well, of course! A tactician needs to know her soldiers in order to keep them safe!” Robin said, mind scrambling to find the proper words that wouldn’t give her away. It pulls a chuckle from Chrom, he was too late he realizes.

“Not as close as you are with Lon’qu though, probably...” Chrom’s heart sinks to his feet at her protests. She denies it like a child hanging out with their crush. He is bitter with his feelings, but she deserves to be with someone who won’t betray her. Who wouldn’t blame her for something that wasn’t her fault, someone not like him.

~~~~~

The fourth and final time, Chrom knows he’s lost her. The war is over, peace has returned and there’s a shining new addition to Robin’s finger. The ring catches his eyes when Robin and him are going over treaties with the noble's paperwork. He must have been staring at a little too hard and long for Robin notice.

“Chrom?” Her voice brings him out of his little head space as his eyes move from her hand to her face.

“A ring? Since when did you wear a ring?”

“Oh, Lon’qu proposed not too long ago. I thought Lissa told you.” Robin said sheepishly. Chrom shook his head softly.

“She did not.” Chrom said it softly, almost laced with regret. His eyes quickly move back to the ring before meeting her face again. A large smile on his face this time. “How come you didn’t tell me? I thought I was your best friend?!” Robin lets out a loud laugh.

“Well, I had a whole meticulous plan but then someone came by and ruined it...” Robin started to spin a story. The papers all forgotten about.

Chrom listens to her carefully, heart sinking as he can’t figure out when he lost her. Well, lost his chance. Perhaps it was when Lon’qu first joined them, or maybe that moment in the library. He thinks about it a little more and he lands on that moment at the fire when he had apologized. It might have been when he lost his chance. Robin swings her arms around, talking about something and he acknowledges that perhaps it was for the better that she got with Lon’qu. Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t trade spots with Lon’qu in a heartbeat, cause he would.

Chrom would give everything he had and more just to be with her, but she’s happy. He tells himself it’s all he needs, but the ache in his heart tells him otherwise. In another lifetime, we will meet again and I’ll choose you again and again.

[v1ren]

For the misc. ask game! ❣️, 💤 , 👗 and 🎲

❣️ - What are their love languages?

Small gestures and long conversations. When you're actually talking about something worth listening to, I feel like Viren is a very good listener. He listens and converses and the more attentive he is during the conversation, the more loved he hopes you feel, because he is giving you his undivided attention purely because you deserve it.

You won't find any grand gestures coming from him either. It will be simple, quieter expressions such as brewing your favorite tea after a long day, or sighing a little less loudly when you request to be snuggled, or even spending hours at a time playing with your hair after a shower. He lets you in through the walls that he's chiseled holes at for your sake, and while this is sometimes difficult for most to take note of, his lovers feel it profoundly.

💤 - What do they absolutely need to have to fall asleep?

Aaravos.

👗 - How comfortable would they be wearing a skirt or dress?

Not very comfortable at all. Viren is too uptight for that, so he'll leave the skirt and dress wearing to Aaravos.

🎲 - Pick a random question to answer from this list. -> 🍳 - How well can they cook?

Very well, in fact! As a single dad, he hoped to always give Claudia and Soren the best, and this includes their meals. A long time ago, he once learned to cook specifically for the sake of impressing Harrow Lissa, and as such, she was treated like a little princess when it came to dinners together. He would carry these same skills over into parenthood and although he'd stumble a few times, often forgetting what hour of the day it was and that he still needed to feed Soren and Claudia, he would still take the time to prepare the meals.

[suckitsurveys]

L

The L Survey by joybucket

Name one person that you love. My husband. What it is something you have learned recently? A lot of celebrity gossip lol. In the fall, what is your favorite leaf color? Red. Do you take Loratidine? I don’t know what that is. Have you ever ridden in a limousine? Yes.

What is your favorite lotion fragrance? Coconut. Are you a Lord of the Rings family? No. Are you a lord or a lady? – Do you prefer lip gloss or lip balm? Lip balm. What is your favorite lipstick color ? Red. When was the last time you had lasagna? It’s been a while. Have you ever cooked lasagna from scratch? No. I don’t like it that much. Do you know anyone with a dog named Lucy? Yes, actually. List ten words that rhyme with “lord.” Blah.

Finish the sentence: “Life is ….” short. Have you ever… signed an apartment lease? leased a car? lost your luggage? played a game of limbo? worn a lei around your neck? tried to open something after you just put lotion on and found it to be impossible? worshiped the Lord with all your might? loved life? loathed someone or something? used a loofa? eaten Fruit Loops? owned a locket? climbed a ladder? played Chutes and Ladders? written someone a letter? thought about going into law? hired a lawyer? tried line dancing? had lice? had a swollen lip? pet a lion? licked a lemon? lost a bet? bought a lottery ticket? swam in a lake? lived on a lake? laughed so hard you cried? served soup with a ladle? cut the label off your shirt so it wouldn’t make your skin itch? Do you like…. licorice? (Red) the color lime green? listening? salads made with lettuce? lettuce in sandwiches? fresh-squeezed lemonade? lace? lipstick? laughing? water with lemon? lemon meringue pie? lotion? swimming in lakes? learning new things? Language Arts? learning foreign languages? loud music? Would you say you are… loving? loved? ladylike? lovable? likable? a good listener? a lifelong learner? little? (short) loopy? lazy at times? limber? lucky? lost? lonely? a lover? a lucid dreamer? a Leo? a Libra? Would you rather…. travel to London or travel to Louisiana? Louisiana. eat lettuce or eat licorice? Lettuce meet Luna Lovegood or meet Larry the Cucumber? I’m good. love and lose or never love at all? Love and lose. More Q’s Are you more of a Lion or a Lamb? Lamb. What are three of your favorite things to eat for lunch? Sandwiches, salads, pizza. What is your favorite type of lunchmeat? Turkey. List five things you associate with “London.” Accents, the clock or whatever, the bridge, the Spice Girls, The Royal family.

Do you like the Apple logo? Sure. Do you know what a lark looks like? No. Have you ever watched I Love Lucy on television? Yes. What is one thing you like about the place in which you live? It’s a city. What are three things you love about life? My loved ones, good food, nature. What is one of the greatest lessons life has taught you? Regrets are dumb. Do you know anyone named… Lucy? Lisa? Lissa? Lacey? Luna? Leo? Leon? Lincoln? Leah? Leanna? Leandra? Lindsay (any spelling)? Lydia? Lynnea? Lynn? Leigh? Lee? Laura? Laurel? Loralei? Lara? Laila? Leila? Lali? Lila? Lilia? Lillian? Lily? Lanita? Lana? Lorraina? Liberty? Lexie? Leonard? Lyle? Libby? Linden? London? Louise? Lois? That’s all- I hope you have a lovely day! :)

[dimitribelikov]

The Belikov Chronicles: Becoming a Mentor

✶ What if I rewrote different scenes but from Dimitri’s point of view? I have no idea if this is something people are interested in, but this was too fun not to write. Honestly, for all the times Rose is going on about what a god Dimitri is, it’s too amusing to imagine that he’s thinking he’s a total weirdo most of the time. ✶ trigger warnings : some adult language ✶ ship : none but hints of romitri I guess, as well as hints of Dimitri/Ivan ✶ notes : All dialogue is taken straight from Vampire Academy, chapter 2, written by Richelle Mead. The rest is mine.

                                                                   ✶✶✶

       As the double doors opened and we walked into the commons, it seemed as though every set of eyes in the place turned on us. Ok, not much as us as they were on her. Rose Hathaway had been walking by my side, but clearly feeling the effects of scrutiny, she began to lag a little. It was certainly a cruel punishment to walk her though the throng of her peers, like dangling a piece of meat in a lion’s den. Headmistress Kirova had requested it, wanting to teach her and the Princess Vasilisa a bit of humility. Honestly, after the stunt they pulled, I couldn’t help but think a slice of humble pie would do them some good.

But my thoughts weren’t on the effects of a public, teenaged shaming. I was still thinking about the short conversation I’d had with Rose on the plane. Meeting her had exceeded my expectations. When I was tasked with apprehending Janine Hathaway’s daughter, I honestly didn’t know what to expect. Janine was a well respected guardian, one that I’ve had to honor of meeting on more than one occasion. Her work, the stories of her past, continue to inspire me, but if I’m being honest, she also terrifies me. Janine is someone not to be messed with, so naturally her daughter would seemingly follow suit.

From the moment Rose squared off with us, ready to take on a whole team of experienced guardians by herself, I knew she had her mother’s fighting spirit. But when I asked her about it, why she’d do such a thing when she was clearly outnumbered, she answered with such conviction that I couldn’t help but be taken aback. “Because I’m her guardian.” 

She wasn’t of course. Not yet. But while I was supposed to be reprimanding her for such a foolish tactic, I couldn’t help but be impressed. Perhaps I even admired her. It wasn’t too long ago, after all, that I felt the same way about my own charge. I would have stood against armies of Strigoi by myself to defend Ivan, but in the end, not even that was enough.

Finally reaching our destination, I took up my stance in the back of the room, across from Alberta. The captain of the school’s guardians was another person I had admired. I mirrored her stance and unreadable expression, knowing my place. Being reduced to nothing more than furniture was a good chunk of life for a guardian. It wasn’t as bad as it sounded, though. Being ignored and overlooked meant you pick up on all sorts of things. I’ve always been curious about the world around me, so I had learned years ago how to take in every detail while standing as still as a statue. 

The only move I made was when Rose shot up and yelled at the Headmistress in outrage. She was angry, but not threatening to I stayed in my spot, eyes trained on her. She was unruly, stubborn, and very reckless. Damn, I admired her spirit.

“I kept her safe!” she continued to yell. The dark curls of her glossy hair bounced against her back as she shook with anger. I wasn’t going to admit that she was pretty when mad, but... “I kept her safe when none of you could do it. I took her away to protect her. I did what I had to do. You certainly weren’t going to.”

I could feel the concern radiating from Alberta, but I actually had to work to keep a small smile from my face. Sure, the teenaged girl just insulted my own capabilities, but I didn’t take it personally. She had a point. Seeing the way she had thrown herself in front of Vasilisa to protect her from us back in Portland, I had no doubt that Rose truly believed she was protecting her. She needed guidance, though. Proper training. Her brash attitude made her jump to conclusions and solutions were way out of left field.

I ignored the voice in my head that told me how I wasn’t much different with Ivan before he’d died. Sure, I never took him out of school and fled the Moroi authorities, but I’d still concocted some pretty crazy schemes to keep him safe. He was my best friend after all. More than that. Ivan was everything and if there was a threat big enough, I didn’t entirely rule out the possibility that I’d have done exactly what Rose did. His death had sobered me, though. Tamed me from my more headstrong ways.

“You will be sent away as soon as possible.”  It the Headmistress who had spoken. She was talking about Rose, of course. That was the exact opposite of what she needed. Didn’t Headmistress Kirova know who she was dealing with? The daughter of Janine Hathaway had too much potential to be wasted, especially with guardian numbers as abysmal as they were. The verbal sparring match that continued after that was intense. I followed every word between the two, and noted the look of sheer panic in the princess’s eyes. Those two couldn’t live without each other. If Vasilisa was my new charge, I had to keep her best interests a priority. This couldn’t stand. Surely Alberta would have an opinion? But she was remaining rooted the spot. The argument was getting more heated. Shit. I had to do something, to speak up or–

No, no, no, no. Furniture. You’re just a piece of furniture. I internally berated myself, biting my tongue. This doesn’t involve you. Stay out of it. 

“They have a bond,” I said. And just like that, I dragged myself in the middle of something I had no business being in. Fuck it, I decided as all eyes turned on me. I kept my expression neutral as though my speaking was fueled by perfectly rational thoughts. I always hated being in the spotlight, so rather than deal with the whole room, I stared solely at Rose. There was something comforting about her, as though if anyone in the room could understand me, it was her. “Rose knows what Vasilisa is feeling. Don’t you Rose?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the headmistress look entirely startled by the claim. “No... that’s impossible. That hasn’t happened for centuries.”

Her doubt only encouraged me to continue as I felt a better handle over the situation. “It’s obvious,” I said. “I suspected it as soon as I started watching them.” My eyes were still locked on Rose’s. She was defiant and strong, and I couldn’t help but feel my own strength bolstered by her presence. Perhaps I was starting to come off as a creep, though, because she quickly looked away from me as Prince Victor gave this theory praise. 

Turning my gaze onto Kirova, I continued. “The best guardians always had that bond. In the stories.” I added the last part, hoping that I didn’t somehow sound like a total loon. I technically wasn’t supposed to be talking at all, yet here I was, spouting of old myths straight from fairytales. But every word I said was the truth. I had seen it, and it was something that couldn’t be ignored.

“Stories that are centuries old! Surely you aren’t suggesting we let her stay at the Academy after everything she’s done?” Kirova countered.

I guess I am just a loon, after all. With nothing more to lose, I shrugged. “She might be wild and disrespectful but if she has potential–”

“Wild and disrespectful? Who the hell are you anyway? Outsourced help?” It was Rose who had interrupted and I wish I had a way to tell her to shut up. Couldn’t she see that I was the only one actually standing up for her? I suddenly thought of a few more adjectives to add to “wild and disrespectful”.

“Guardian Belikov is the princess’s guardian now. Her sanctioned guardian,” Kirova corrected. I know I wasn’t supposed to be on her side, but I couldn’t help but feel a bit triumphant.

That feeling fell immediately with Rose’s next words. “You got cheap foreign labor to protect Lissa?” Thank God I had mastered an unreadable expression, because if I could have thrown daggers at the novice, I would have. She knew nothing about me, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt by the statement.

Kirova threw her hands up as though her point had just been made. “You see?” she said, directed at me. “Completely undisciplined! All the psychic bonds and very raw potential in the world can’t make up for that. A guardian without discipline is worse than no guardian.”

I couldn’t disagree, which brought me back to my original point. Pushing my irritation over the insult aside, I knew I had to stand up for the guardian Rose could be. “So teach her discipline. Classes just started. Put her back in and get her training again.” Honestly, wasn’t that the whole point of school? If being undisciplined got students kicked out, there wouldn’t be any left.

“Impossible. She’ll still be hopelessly behind her peers.”

“No I won’t,” Rose finally spoke up. If she was standing up for herself in a rational manner, then surely we could sway Kirova to let her stay at the Academy by Vasilisa’s side.

“Then give her extra training sessions,” I quickly added, feeling victory within our reach. And just like that, the negotiation started. It was the first real hope I felt in this battle. We continued for a while and I could feel Alberta’s eyes on me the whole time. Surely there would be words when we were back in the guardian’s headquarters.

“Who’s going to put in the extra time?” Kirova sounded tired of the conversation and I knew I had my foothold. She was ready to accept, she just needed the logistics of it all hammered out. Just as I was feeling triumphant again, the rug was once again pulled out. “You?”

I froze. Me? Train Janine Hathaway’s daughter one on one? The princess needed her and I could respect that, but Rose was quickly becoming a thorn in my side with her harsh comments. The two of us alone together in a sparring ring would surely end in blood being drawing. “Well, that’s not what I–” I trailed off, feeling like a total idiot. I didn’t think this through at all.

“Yes. That’s what I thought.” Shit. Just like that, Kirova won.

My eyes fell on the two girls, and when I looked between them I saw... Ivan and me. For the hundredth time that day, my mind came back to my old friend. I loved him more than I could put into words. I would have died for him, but instead, it was the other way around. One day off, one day away from him, and disaster of the worst degree had struck. I could imagine with painful clarity how Rose would feel if anything were to happen to Vasilisa while she was sent away. Of course, I would make sure to never again lose a Moroi on my watch. No more day-off’s for me. But if Rose had no choice...

“Yes. I can mentor Rose.” I almost didn’t recognize my own voice as I spoke. The moment the words left my mouth, though, I knew I didn’t regret them. I made a vow, and Vasilisa was now in my care. I couldn’t hurt her chances by taking away someone she was bonded with. And Rose... Rose deserved a fighting chance. “I’ll give her extra sessions along with her normal ones.”

We agreed that Rose should still be punished for her actions in addition to the extra training. With words of encouragement from Victor and Vasilisa herself, Kirova finally caved. Yet I’d hardly call it a victory. I’d just traded in practically all my free time to train a wild and disrespectful girl. She was my responsibility now and as I held her gaze again, I had a feeling I had my work cut out for me.

[jtmercronin]

An incisively aware and responsive warrior from the Black Kingdoms. Dark eyes, shone burnt sienna and shaded to highly polished gaboon ebony with obsidian cores, braziers for embers of passion residing within. Neither wide or closely set. A tall dark man, heavily tanned by the Saharan sun endowed with a massive thickly muscled physique tempered by leanness and definition giving lithe agility to the wide powerful frame.  

Tsukumbe the Suba is an adaptive man dressing and grooming meticulously for the environment and situation at hand. Armed with spears & Nguni shield, a Mangbetu knife on his waist clad in loincloth, kilt, a girdle to protect internal organs and leopard headdress. A Pragmatic, utilitarian, minimalist and mobile like a desert nomad. Tsukumbe aspires for trade of true honest value than advantage or overpaying. Proud, vibrant and strong cultural value of  prestige, prized possessions and trophies with a fondness of sport, hunting, agriculture, animal husbandry, iron and copper metalwork of a Bushman. 

Stalwart, evenhanded, reserved, learned to speak/read the languages of the trade routes as well as navigate throughout the Black Kingdoms and outspoken to subvert expectation, preconceived notions and misdeeds of other Black tribal warriors. Tsukumbe strives for the feats of his actions to gain reputation and status exceeding the possession of gold and political marriage aristocracies as traditional key means to attain fame. 

Ultimately, Tsukumbe will earn the seat of a throne in in the unstable Black Kingdom megacity of Tombalku with Conan the Barbarian as his general. Tensions in the city boiling over, and a bloody civil war ensue. Conan and his allies win, their enemies either killed or sent into exile in the desert, and he takes the throne beside Tsukumbe. However, a priest accuses Almaric of Aquilonia of killing their god and demands he and Lissa be tortured to death. Conan refuses and chaos erupts. Tsukumbe falls to betrayal by voodoo magic. Conan, Almaric, and Lissa manage to escape as the exiled tribes attack the city, and Tombalku collapses into fire and blood.

[lovemesomesurveys]

The L Survey by joybucket 

Name one person that you love. My mom. What it is something you have learned recently? I depend too much on my pain medication and really need to figure something out.  In the fall, what is your favorite leaf color? All of ‘em. I love fall colors. Do you take Loratidine? No. Have you ever ridden in a limousine? Yes, several times. My dad worked for a limo company when I was a kid, which was really cool.

What is your favorite lotion fragrance? Several different ones from Bath & Body Works, but currently it’s this warm vanilla sugar one I’ve been using. Are you a Lord of the Rings family? No. Are you a lord or a lady? -- Do you prefer lip gloss or lip balm? Lip balm. What is your favorite lipstick color ? I’m not a lipstick person, but I like nudes, pinks, and a nice red. When was the last time you had lasagna? It’s been a very long time.  Have you ever cooked lasagna from scratch? No. I’ve never cooked lasagna, period. I am definitely not a cook. Do you know anyone with a dog named Lucy? I don’t think so. List ten words that rhyme with "lord." Aboard, bored, board, cord, chord, hoard, gourd, poured, roared, soared.  

Finish the sentence: "Life is ...." Hard. Have you ever... signed an apartment lease? leased a car? lost your luggage? played a game of limbo? worn a lei around your neck? tried to open something after you just put lotion on and found it to be impossible? worshiped the Lord with all your might? loved life? loathed someone or something? used a loofa? eaten Fruit Loops? owned a locket? climbed a ladder? played Chutes and Ladders? written someone a letter? thought about going into law? hired a lawyer? tried line dancing? had lice? had a swollen lip? pet a lion? licked a lemon? lost a bet? bought a lottery ticket? swam in a lake? lived on a lake? laughed so hard you cried? served soup with a ladle? cut the label off your shirt so it wouldn't make your skin itch? Do you like.... licorice? the color lime green? listening? salads made with lettuce? lettuce in sandwiches? fresh-squeezed lemonade? lace? lipstick? laughing? water with lemon? lemon meringue pie? lotion? swimming in lakes? learning new things? Language Arts? learning foreign languages? loud music? Would you say you are... loving? loved? ladylike? lovable? likable? a good listener? a lifelong learner? little? loopy? lazy at times? limber? lucky? lost? lonely? a lover? a lucid dreamer? a Leo? a Libra? Would you rather.... travel to London or travel to Louisiana? eat lettuce or eat licorice? meet Luna Lovegood or meet Larry the Cucumber? love and lose or never love at all? More Q's Are you more of a Lion or a Lamb? Lamb. What are three of your favorite things to eat for lunch? A sandwich, chicken strips, and pizza. What is your favorite type of lunchmeat? Cracked pepper turkey, bologna, and salami. List five things you associate with "London." Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, tea, London Eye.

Do you like the Apple logo? Sure. Do you know what a lark looks like? No. Have you ever watched I Love Lucy on television? That’s one of my favorite classic TV shows. What is one thing you like about the place in which you live? My family is here. What are three things you love about life? God, my family, vacations. What is one of the greatest lessons life has taught you? There’s been many. If only I applied them... Do you know anyone named... Lucy? Lisa? Lissa? Lacey? Luna? Leo? Leon? Lincoln? Leah? Leanna? Leandra? Lindsay (any spelling)? Lydia? Lynnea? Lynn? Leigh? Lee? Laura? Laurel? Loralei? Lara? Laila? Leila? Lali? Lila? Lilia? Lillian? Lily? Lanita? Lana? Lorraina? Liberty? Lexie? Leonard? Lyle? Libby? Linden? London? Louise? Lois? That's all- I hope you have a lovely day! :)

[whaleiumsharkspeare]

I’ve been thinking a lot about Varian’s role in season 3, beyond just that as the resident kid who invents whatever is needed to save the day’s issue or stopping the red rocks or even being a kidnapped victim who unwittingly gives Cassandra the third incantation but also gives Rapunzel the one she needs to defeat her. More so, I’ve been thinking about Varian’s unspoken role as a source of hope for Rapunzel. Because Rapunzel had just been betrayed by a friend again, and even with all her positivity she probably still felt really down on herself for the whole situation and may have, in her darkest late night moments, wondered if there was any chance that she could still reach Cassandra. Who better to help Rapunzel keep her faith in Cassandra than Varian? Even after Varian betrayed her, he still managed to find his way back to the light. He still had good in his heart and he did everything in his power to prove it. Even if it was never said onscreen, I really feel like Varian played a big role in giving Rapunzel hope for Cassandra’s salvation, because he proved that it can be done. When Rapunzel wondered if Cassandra would ever be her friend again, there’s Varian, just tagging along with Rapunzel’s errand of the day with a smile on his face and a friendly attitude.

So, because I was feeling inspired by this concept, I wrote a little fic about Rapunzel and Varian’s friendship, and the hope that he gives her, even if he doesn’t realize it. I hope you enjoy! Maybe one of these days I’ll surprise you with some angst but for now I’ll keep on being the Queen of Fluff (thanks Lissa for that nickname lol)

Hope is a Second Chance

Rapunzel was in her room, working on a massive painting that took up a lot of the ceiling and high walls. It basically told the story of her life, from being reunited with her parents, to the defeat of the Saporians, and everything in between. It was a beautiful and detailed painting, but Rapunzel was having a bit of trouble with a part of it. She held her paintbrush and sighed.

“What’s the matter, Sunshine?” called Eugene from down below. “It looks great to me.”

“Oh, I’m just...I’m struggling with this part of the painting. I don’t know, it doesn’t feel right.”

Eugene looked up and frowned at the part she was working on. It was a portrait of Cassandra, posing with her loyal owl on her arm. In the painting, Cassandra was smiling, but Rapunzel simply frowned as she looked at it.

“It just seems wrong to paint her like this. It’s like, giving me false hope.”

“False hope?” Eugene repeated.

“That she can be saved,” she sighed. “I love Cass, and I want her to be my friend again. But this...this just isn’t who she is anymore. It feels like I’m lying to myself.”

“You’re not giving up, are you?” Eugene asked, surprised. “That doesn’t sound like you.”

“No, Eugene. I’m not giving up. Not yet. But, it’s just hard. I want her to be saved, but sometimes it just feels impossible. She’s so lost.”

“Whoa, whoa. I didn’t even think that ‘impossible’ was in your vocabulary,” said Eugene. He sighed and softened his voice. “Look, Rapunzel. I understand. Sometimes I feel like that too. She betrayed you and she hurt the kingdom with the red rocks. She broke your heart. That’s not something I can easily forgive her for. But if there’s anything I’ve learned after being with you all this time, it’s that you never give up on your friends.”

“I’m not giving up yet,” said Rapunzel. She looked at the painting of Cassandra, feeling tears well up in her eyes. “But having this here is too painful for me right now.” Rapunzel quickly dipped her paintbrush into a pot of pale green paint and swiftly started to paint over the image of Cass until she could no longer see her smiling face. When it was done, there was just a blank spot on the wall where her friend used to be. Rapunzel stared at the nothingness and dropped her paintbrush back into the pot, wiping her teary eyes with her sleeve. She took a handful of her hair and jumped down from the rafters, landing on the floor.

“Um, I think I’m gonna go for a walk,” she said, starting to head for the door.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Eugene asked.

“No. No thank you, Eugene. I think I just need to be alone for a bit and clear my head.”

“Okay,” Eugene said softly. Rapunzel quietly left the room while Eugene stared sadly up at the blank part of the wall and sighed. Out in the castle, Rapunzel wandered aimlessly through the halls, her head full of thoughts.

“Am I just kidding myself?” she wondered. “What if Cassandra never comes back? What if she can’t be helped anymore? What if she’s too lost? I’m so terrified of losing her, but maybe it’s just something I have to accept. Maybe she doesn’t want to be my friend anymore. I don’t want to give up on her, but sometimes I feel so lost. I feel like there’s no hope. She could be plotting something terrible for all I know, or maybe I’ll just never see her again. How can I have faith when I don’t even know what she’ll do next and I can’t reach out to her? Where is the hope?”

She continued walking through the castle, feeling more and more lost. She was in such a funk that even the castle servants that passed by took notice of her melancholy attitude and fell silent and crestfallen themselves. The bubbly young princess’ personality was contagious, and so was her sorrow, it seemed. After a while of walking by herself with nothing but the occasional sad squeak of Pascal in her ear and not feeling any better, Rapunzel looked up and saw that she was standing outside the palace kitchens.

“Maybe I could use something sweet to cheer me up,” she thought out loud. She looked at Pascal on her shoulder. “What do you say, buddy? Maybe there’s some of those cupcakes with the pink icing.” Pascal squeaked a reply and Rapunzel pushed open the door of the kitchen and went inside. The air smelled sweet and warm when she went in, and she closed her eyes and tilted her nose up slightly to breathe in the good scents. She could hear a bit of clatter, and opened her eyes to see the source of the noise and saw a familiar face standing over the stove.

“Uh, Varian?”

“Hey, Princess!” came the young, cheerful voice. Varian looked up from the stove where he had something cooking in a pot and pushed his goggles back up into his hair.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. She sniffed the air again. “Smells good.”

“I came to the castle today to do some research in the royal library. Thanks for giving me access, by the way,” Varian explained. “I was in there for a while, and I thought ‘nothing goes better with learning how to translate ancient languages on a scroll than hot chocolate’ so I came here to the kitchen to make some.”

Rapunzel managed to crack a tiny half smile in amusement. Varian rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

“I know, I know. It’s a bit silly. But I just really love hot chocolate.”

“Hey, no judgement here,” Rapunzel replied, holding up her hands. “I love chocolate. I think it’s probably the best invention in the world. No offense.”

Varian laughed slightly.

“I think I’d be inclined to agree.”

After a moment of slightly awkward silence, Varian spoke up again.

“So, uh, what are you doing here?”

Rapunzel sighed.

“Oh, I was just wandering around. Lost in thought, I guess. I thought I’d come see if there was anything good to eat in here.” She trailed off, looking around the room. Varian frowned. He could tell that something was on Rapunzel’s mind and it was bothering her. He hated seeing Rapunzel look so down. Thinking fast, he looked at the pot of hot chocolate on the stove and quickly poured two mugs of it.

“Hey, uh, you know what? I-I made too much. There’s no way I can drink all this by myself. You want some?” he offered. Rapunzel gave him a small smile and took the warm mug from him, and he gave her a smile in response. He picked up his own mug.

“Well, I’m heading back to the library to do some more research. You can come if you like.”

Rapunzel looked at Pascal as if for approval. He made a “go on” motion with his foot. She looked back up at Varian.

“Okay. Let’s go. You can show me what you’ve been working on.”

Varian beamed at her and led the way. They pushed open the doors of the library and went inside, where Rapunzel saw books and papers scattered all over the place, mostly stacked up on a desk in the corner. Rapunzel stared at all the notes everywhere.

“Wow, you’ve really been busy,” she observed.

“Well, it’s not everyday you get access to the best, most exclusive books in the kingdom. Sure the little library in Old Corona and the one here on the island have good information, but the royal library has the stuff I really need if I want to crack this scroll. I want to make the most of it.”

“You know you can come use it anytime. You don’t have to squeeze all your research into one day.”

“I know that, I’ve just been really busy today,” Varian admitted. “I’ve been learning a lot. I’ve found tons of great information.” His voice got a lot quicker as he started to get more excited. “This library has books on all the languages spoken in the Seven Kingdoms, even ancient ones! It’s really helpful for trying to figure out the text on the scroll. Of course, I’m not there yet. I still have more work to do. But I’ve been in the process of creating a translation key. I think with just a couple more weeks I’ll be able to crack it.”

“That’s great, Varian! You’ve really been working hard! Thank you.”

“I’m just happy to help,” Varian said, sorting through his books.

“So, what else have you been up to?”

“Well,” Varian started, his eyes brightening. “I’ve been reading about the history of Lord Demanitus. That machine in the base of the mountains was just the tip of the iceberg of his genius. He dabbled a lot in alchemy too. Course, a lot of his alchemy practices are outdated by today’s standards, but isn’t that neat? Me, an alchemist setting up shop in the very same chamber he used for his machine to change the direction of the wind. He’s just like me, and learning about him kind of makes me feel like we’re connected, you know?”

Rapunzel watched Varian become increasingly giddy the more he talked about Demanitus. She smiled at the light in his eyes and the excitement in his voice. The rest of the afternoon was spent in the library with Varian. The room was filled with the sounds of their voices talking and laughing as the day wore on. Varian showed Rapunzel all the research he was doing and she helped him by supplying her own knowledge, and even by using her hair to swing up to the top shelves and grabbing the books that Varian couldn’t reach. It was cozy and warm in the library with books and soft lighting and hot chocolate and friendship. Varian’s excitement about learning and being helpful was almost as contagious as her usual optimism, and over time she found herself starting to perk up again. How could she go on focusing on her own troubles when looking at that infectious smile with his big teeth and the light in his pale blue eyes? Varian was totally in his element, talking about the things he was passionate about and answering Rapunzel’s questions readily. She knew she had certainly picked the right person for the job of translating the scroll.

He was more than happy to do it. Happy to be studying his idol, happy to be giving himself a challenge, and happy to just be useful. It meant a lot to be working with the princess after everything that had happened. Sitting there in the library with Rapunzel was a sign of the newfound trust he’d managed to rebuild, and it felt great to be trusted and to be needed. Rapunzel could feel it too, the wonderful warm sensation of trust and friendship that she knew was unwavering between the two. Watching Varian work and feeling the calm and warmth of two friends just spending an afternoon together, Rapunzel suddenly had a realization.

Of course she still had hope for Cassandra. Her friend was far from gone. There was still a chance to save her. Where was the hope? Well, there was the hope. Hope was right in front of her. Right there in the boy who had once been so lost, but was now right there with her. Right there in the blue eyes that once looked icy, filled with anger and sadness, but now were sparkling with life. Right there in the smile that she’d once missed and now come to be so familiar with. Right there in the laughter that was genuine and warm, no longer malicious. Hope existed in every breath of the young boy who stood before her now. And he was all the hope she needed to know that it wasn’t over, and that Cass was going to be okay.

Because Varian had once been lost too, Rapunzel reminded herself. He’d once allowed anger to cloud his heart and set him on a path that had led to darkness. And for a time, she really thought she had lost her friend. But then he found the light again. He didn’t let his heart be completely shrouded in anger. He didn’t let himself be consumed by the despair and rage he’d felt. He came back to the side of goodness. He never truly lost himself. He let his genuinely good heart shine through, and he came back. Rapunzel saw the goodness in him, and she gave him a chance, and she never regretted it. Varian never gave her a reason to. The joy and relief he’d felt when Rapunzel had allowed herself to trust him again was probably the best sensation he’d ever felt in his life, right after how he’d felt when his father came back to him. A second chance. That’s all he needed. And Varian was the proof that second chances were worth it. Varian could be saved, why not Cassandra? As long as Rapunzel had Varian’s smile and his kind heart, she knew she still had hope. She felt happy and warm, and it wasn’t just because of the hot chocolate. Now feeling much happier than before, Rapunzel suddenly got up and threw her arms around Varian in a grateful hug. Surprised by the sudden gesture, Varian stood very still and shocked, tensing up just a little.

“Uh, Rapunzel, what was that for?”

“You’re just...a really good friend, Varian. And I appreciate what all you’ve done for me. Thank you.”

Varian’s shocked and somewhat confused expression morphed into a smile and he hugged Rapunzel back.

“You’re a really good friend too, Rapunzel. Probably the closest one I have, besides Ruddiger of course. And I’m glad to help you.”

After a moment, Rapunzel pulled away and let out a relieved and contented sigh, feeling her troubled emotions from before starting to melt away, replacing the heaviness in her heart with a much lighter feeling.

“Well,” she said after a beat, “I should probably let you get back to work, and I have things to do too. Thanks for the hot chocolate and the nice afternoon.”

“You’re welcome. Thanks for the company,” he replied. She nodded a reply and turned to leave. Varian smiled after her, feeling happy that he’d managed to cheer her up. He wasn’t sure what he’d done other than giving her a sweet drink and talking her ear off all afternoon, but he was glad he’d done his part to get her smiling again. As Rapunzel walked back through the castle, her contagious spirit was positive once again, and the people she passed by couldn’t help but wear smiles of their own. Up in her bedroom, Rapunzel stared up at her work in progress painting with newfound inspiration. She climbed up to the rafters with her hair, grabbing her paintbrush and swinging along to a new spot that could use her artistic touch. The blank spot on the wall where Cass had once been stayed vacant. She wasn’t quite ready to fill it in yet. That would have to wait until she could paint Cassandra being genuinely happy. But she wasn’t giving up hope that she would get to paint that spot someday. For now though, Rapunzel focused on a different section of the wall, and used her paintbrush to bring a different friendly face to life. A face dotted with freckles that highlighted his genuine kind smile, and goggles stuck up in the dark hair that had a funny blue streak in it. It was another portrait on the wall, just like all the other pictures of her friends and family that she’d painted into her life story. But for Rapunzel, it was more than just another smiling face. It was a symbol of hope, and a reminder that no one was ever truly lost without a way back. Varian’s heart had softened again, and he’d managed to find his way back, and she knew that Cassandra could too. One day that blank spot on the wall would be filled in. She wasn’t going to give up. And if she ever started to feel discouraged again, Rapunzel knew all she had to do was look up and see hope smiling down on her.

So that’s it! Hopefully you enjoyed. I really love their friendship. It just makes me so happy. They’ve both come so far and I love the way they were able to grow stronger and rebuild their trust. I think it’s meaningful