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[matoitech]

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[lyra-kane]

Just call me Moon or Mina<3

20 y.o | multi-fandom

A fantasy girl from the North magnificent who travels to Elfhame from time to time and solves riddles with the Hawthorne brothers out of boredom.

Bookish favs♡

-Shatter me

-ouabh

-The inheritance Games

-The cruel prince

-This woven kingdom.♡

Bookish bfs:

Aaron warner,Grayson Hawthorne, Jacks and cyrus

[fckher]

OPEN TO: ANYONE

MUSE: AVERY EVANS ( heiress )

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS: step-/relative, sibling or parent's best friend, bodyguard, stalker or up to you!

POSSIBLE KINKS: faux/cest, daddy, shower sex, dubious consent, voyeurism, oral, stalking, unsafe sex or up to you!

Solitude is her norm, it's what Avery's used to. She's not typically home when her parents are, and they're almost never home when she is. Why, she's never bothered to ask. Their way of life is lavish and expensive, Avery knows that. So if the lifestyle they live requires sacrificing the family from actually being a family, she's fine with that. Besides, it means she's usually alone when she's safe behind closed doors and prying eyes. She likes long showers, scalding hot, enough to steam the room within seconds of her turning the taps. And she's usually in there long enough to run up the water bill, if the Evans family had a water bill. Av's never seen one in her life. Sometimes, she sings. And she's by no means the next global superstar but she carries a decent note and it's comforting. Her hands slide up her naked body, soaped and soaked, her fingers run up through her hair and back down, brushing over her breasts, catching on her nipples and down her flat stomach to her hips and the junction between. One hand reaches out to flatten against the shower wall, holding her up as she slides the other between her thighs. A gentle hum of anticipating pleasure replaces the song on her lips as she tips her head back. Her eyes open, and her head turns to the mirror of her bathroom, and she stills under the waterfall above. "Uh, what the fuck?"

[bloodlaurel]

@stellstells liked for a starter with Avery Hawke.

Could one thing in this Maker damned city ever go right? Avery had lost count of how many times she had thought that over the years.

If it wasn't the mages, it was the Templars. If it wasn't the Templars, it was the Qunari. If it wasn't the Qunari, then it was the Coterie or whatever other band of thugs and ruffians. There was no end. Truly none. Maybe one of these days the whole city would just burn to the ground and she could be done with the ongoing headache that was trying to keep at least some order. Why couldn't her mother have been from Tanterville or Starkhaven?

Now she was in Darktown fighting off thugs who thought it would be a good idea to try and squeeze Ander's clinic for protection money. There was a fool born every minute, Avery supposed. She lifted her greatsword to cleave through the last of the idiots and then she could take the secret passage back up to the mansion.

[ravenspeakmuses]

Avery was a friendly guy, he was also a music lover and there was nothing the man loved more than meeting other music lovers like himself, it so happened that he lived next door to one, Avery would hear him play though the walls and he was not annoyed, he loved it! one thing lead to another and friendship began to grow. And here he was now, sitting with Banks talking, as always, about music.

"So? what do you think?" Avery asks as he finished playing, "Would you think it's weird if I tell took inspiration from the weird shit that happens around town to write that song?"

@glitchfms

[backmaskcd]

closed starter for @ambercast (avery) location: the trading post

While the trading post was always busy, it was a place that Prince could just kind of blend in and forget for a little while that they never felt like they fit in properly. Something about them was just built a little different, and they couldn't ever put their finger on it.

They were mostly people watching instead of looking for anything specific when they noticed Avery. Four years in one place still meant new arrivals stood out. "Hey - ponytail." They fell in step with her easily, casting her a sideways glance. "You look a little lost. First time at the trading post?"

[thirtecnth]

@ambercast / closed event starter / avery beck setting: the festival

Benjamin had been wandering around the festival, scouting out all the goods and snacks since Josie and G seemed to be settled in their own booth for now. He didn't want to be overbearing, he just wanted to be sure that Josie would be up to being around all this given her current health. Sighing as he thought about it, he noticed Avery ahead of him, his head cocking slightly to the side as she stuck her hand into someone's pocket... And now that person was just about to catch her doing so.

Fuck. Okay. He made his way toward her, gently steering her away to the side of one of the booths by her shoulders just before she was seen. "Tell me your hand just slipped..."

[mayanoelle]

CLOSED STARTER for @averyherochopra !! WHERE: aurora, before opening

Maya slipped in through the side door of Aurora, catching Avery just as she was setting up behind the bar. The familiar clinking of glasses and low thrum of music from the speakers greeted her, and she found the tension in her shoulders easing as soon as she stepped inside. “Hey, you got a minute?” Maya asked, leaning against the counter as casually as she could manage, but she already knew that Avery would pick up on the tightness in her voice. “I need to pick your brain about something. It’s business-related, I swear, but I might also need a drink while I do it.”

Her eyes darted over to the bottles lined up behind the bar–vodka, rum, whiskey, all potential distractions, but really, it was Avery’s advice she was after. With everything that had been piling up at Latte Love and now that damn call from her lawyer, Maya felt like she was drowning in it all. If there was anyone who could help her make sense of it and cut through the noise, it was Avery. She always knew what to say.

[isabelguzman]

who: @averyherochopra

where: labyrinth

Isabel walks in along side of a person she met outside the bar, making small talk. She leans up against the counter, her gaze raising up to see Avery looking at her. Of course, she was ready for it to happen given the fact the last time she was in here, so was her ex and Avery got a front row seat to it. "You want to ask any questions? You look like you're dying to hear it."

[mctionsick]

moved from here / @luriddaze

Avery's smile never falters as their lips move together. Her fingertips dance down the curve of Zelda's waist almost like she's trying to commit every inch of her to memory. Then her hands settle dangerously low on her back, any thoughts of subtlety went out the window long ago. "Can I let you in on a little secret?" Avery smirks, her lips brushing against Zelda's with every word. "We could have done that like day one," she laughs. "Secret number two is I really want to grab the snacks we ditched in the living room, but I'm way too comfortable here."

[soulsballad]

he sees her standing there, hands by her sides, staring off at something he couldn't care less about. the masked boy strolls up behind her, grinning ear to ear behind his mask before he's eventually breathing down her neck. arms reach out to wrap around @chaoslulled's waist, his lips parting to speak. ❝ don't panic. ❞ it's a demand, one spoken with cursed energy behind it. humming with contentment, the yellow-haired inumaki rests his chin on her shoulder, retracting one hand so that he can lift it to his face and pull his mask down under his chin. ❝ you smell nice. like burnt strawberries. ❞ how he'd know what that smells like was beyond him. still, it was a nice smell. girls who smelled like strawberries were appealing, but there was something a little more sexy about smelling smoked strawberries.

[manymusescherry]

“Look, I know it’s late.  I know you’re not happy to see me.  I just...I needed to see you.”  The case he had just gotten back from had been one of the hardest ones he’d dealt with and all he had thought about was her.  He needed to see her. Needed to see she was safe.  

[lxvenderhxzehv]

Where: The Lake

Who: Josie and Avery ( @ambercast)

"hey are you okay? Did you need some help finding a spot to sit down?" She questioned as the other was looking a bit lost. "I grew up here so I'm happy to help!"

[ozsflowergarden]

When: Fairly Late at night Where: A small Diner Who: @cha0sf0xx

Oz vanished away from the chaos after a while. He wanted some time to just exist without having to worry about going home. Truthfully he didn't want to go home, back to that empty house, and pretend like he didn't want to come home to someone. It was easy most nights, he enjoyed his peace, but nights after Death Eater chaos he wanted someone to be there.

Oz took up an empty booth at the diner (the last one in fact), figuring a giant milkshake would probably help. Would it? Who was to say but what he did know is it went amazing with the fries he ordered too. He was busy jotting down the flowers he'd need to replace in the shop and what new ones to buy, that he didn't notice someone else coming up to him.

[bloodlaurel]

Avery Starter for @oflyriumandfade

"So, a Grey Warden on the run from other Grey Wardens. I'm no Varric but I can tell when there's a good story there."

Avery leaned against the wall of Anders clinic. Ever since their first dramatic meeting she had to admit she was just a little fascinated. All common sense said that she should have gotten those maps Varric wanted and immediately left well alone, but when did she ever make smart decisions? It seemed being drawn to apostate mages was a family trait.

"Why Kirkwall, of all places? Surely you knew what you'd be getting yourself into as an apostate...an apostate possessed as well. You might as well have painted a target on your forehead and yelled "come and have a go" at them."

Kirkwall's reputation preceeded it. She had no choice, it was Kirkwall or death by darkspawn, and at least Templars didn't come in seemingly endless hordes. As long as Bethany kept her head down, she had the possibility of remaining safe and undetected. Avery also intended to deal with any that got too nosey personally. It wouldn't have been the first time she had to dispose of a Templar corpse.

And Bethany wasn't running a clinic in Darktown, using her magic openly, and spoken of in hushed whispers amongst the refugees. It was almost taunting the Templars to come and get him.

[ravenspeakmuses]

In all honesty it didn't took Avery long to get sweet on Willow, there was just something about her, she was easy to talk to, and there was that sweetness about her that was just hard to resist. He was sitting at the diner, just having some coffee as he thought about what to order, and maybe because he knew she'd be there , and he looked up to notice her, "Hey! how's the best waitress in this place?" he jokes giving her a smile, "I really don't know what to order--"

"So--huh...I got good news, I finally finished that song," he looks up at her, "And! I've got this--project idea sort of? do you wanna hear it? oh, yeah you're working...sorry, do you havve a minute?"

@mystycfics (Willow)