#Wardog Writes Things

[wardog-of-the-endless]

War Shenanigans (Common)

So I was going to a "War Writes" for my birthday but basically everyone told me NO. Except that my queue had a prompt list that got posted anyway, and I've had some answers. So I'm probably gonna do those... Hint.

But anyway.. The first one that hit my inbox I saw in the middle of the night and read the summary rather than the actual prompt... And basically saw two words Fake Boyfriend and brain went BRRRT. Of course, reading later and this is... NOT what the Prompt is. So this is a War Goes Rogue Fic Moment (feign surprise, dear audience).

So yeah they're all going to be separate stories in the Prompt(ly Distracted) Collection. Which I feel makes a certain sort of sense. And here's the first one!

Hey (I Just Met You)

Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat/Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun

A music student rescues a Mafia Prince-turned-Idol from a drunk fanboy at a Bar. (They should make out about it, honestly.)

Anyway, y'all should read it and lemme know what you think!

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[eccentricallygothic]

|| Konnection ||

Pairing: Dragon Shifter!Ari | Drakaina Shifter!You.

Trope: You hate his guts and he loves it aka my favorite.

Description: You are a bratty little Drakaina. And do you know what happens to them? They get disciplined. By their Dragons.

Warning(s): Dubcon (just to be safe), smut with plot, chase kink, shifter couple, you straight up hate Ari, power imbalance, age gap, he's a warlord, size kink (gone wild), infantilization, humiliation, ass play (not his dick), his cock is too big, degradation, spanking, manhandling, hair pulling, unprotected p-in-v, creampie, doggy style, allusions to exhibitionist stuff, angry Ari, Daddy kink, he treats you like a kid and calls you one, cum play, brat taming, boob play, minor overstimulation, fear kink-ish. MDNI.

Note: I had so much fun writing this lmfao. Pissing off scary men so they can fuck me up hell yeah! Unedited because it's late and I am tired but I want to see something. Let me know if you liked it, thank you <3 

MASTERLIST 

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You have always done whatever you please. Restraint and denial aren't— or rather, weren't concepts you were familiar with before you caught the eye of the tyrannical brute named Ari Levinson. It did not help that your stupid and treacherous spirit reached out to his when your eyes locked with his electric blue ones for the first time and konnected with him before you could stop it. As if Ari is not rich enough with his generational wealth and noble family, the fact that he leads the Military Legion of the Draconic Empire you belong to hence all the real power doesn't help your case. 

You hear a deep growl behind you and you angrily flap your shiny crimson scaled and gold streaked wings. They are miniature when compared to his colossal black ones that are scaled a dark teal and streaked silver. The sound of them cutting through the air as he chases your tiny form through the sky is so heavy that it puts strain on your eardrums, their enormous size causing actual turbulence in the air itself. 

Ari is a warlord and his Dragon form a battle hardened, much experienced arsenal full of tricks, infinite strength and agility and much training. You know you don't stand a chance against him, you didn't when you angrily transformed when he was about to put the band of his claim around your neck during your betrothal ceremony and you won't even if you by some miracle grow into his size all of a sudden. But his smug smile had been too much for you to handle, the lewd whistling and remarks of his filthy fellows only making it worse. You had confessed to him in a letter that you didn't want to marry him and you wished to revoke the konnection, you had always been clear about not mating in the Draconic way, and you did not want to marry anyone, least of all a filthy wardog covered in mane like some earthly animal. 

The thought makes you sick to your stomach. 

You hate your family for putting you through this. Not that you have any faith in Ari's decency to think that if your father had refused your hand to him he would have taken it as an answer, you still resent how your parents and other family members jumped upon the opportunity to serve you up on a gold platter just because a Levinson asked for your hand in marriage. 

You feel the sky tremble again. He is growling a warning to you. It is a prompt for you to stop and know better. To help yourself while you still can. Save yourself before things become irreversibly complicated. 

But you wouldn't be you if you weren't stupidly stubborn and childish. 

And so you spin midair and wheeze out angry smoke before you burst out the most scorching fire you can muster out right at Ari. Of course, the range and intensity is inadequate. The brute is too big and hard. You huff out and dash downwards and out of his grip because he reaches you at once, his already cunning Dragon features not looking too impressed with you. You chuckle as you go fly in the other direction, thinking you have fooled the assholic mass of scale, muscle and tyranny.

But alas! 

Your eyes widen and your mind doesn't comprehend it at first. It happens much too fast for both your perception and expectation to understand. And by the time you catch on, Ari's claw that easily holds you like a toy is tossing you on a mountaintop like you're nothing more serious than a doll before he deescalates himself on top of you and you gasp, your pearly beige wings darting to shield your eyes from what you suspect will be the crushing of your body under the brute's. 

“Shift.” You know not how he does it but the beast crash-lands against the ground with such force that the whole mountain shakes from the weight of his anger and yet he doesn't hit you. Dust clouds erupt all around you and you cough, squinting your eyes as you peek up at him from behind your wings to find he has surrounded you in the curtains of his own to shield you from the change in environment as your body lies between his claws and he glares down at you with his electric blue. 

You whimper and feel your jaw twitch as your lips tremble. Your forehead aches and you feel your eyebrows raising in an obtuse angle as a reaction to your condition. Ari— or rather, his form is titanous as he looks over you like the shadow of destruction, the air that his flared nostrils angrily exhale out fanning the entirety of your tiny form. You feel yourself beginning to break, anger giving way to regret and better sense scold your impulse. But then—

“Right now.” He emphasizes on his previous words and you hear an actual snap in your head before you feel your eyes blaze with anger. 

“Nu.” There is an unreadable shift in his harsh gaze for a few moments as he just watches you, wordless. Did you, a foolish little girl from a family of humble means, tell him; Ari Levinson, who has been nothing but generous to you despite your constant displays of dimwittedness, no? 

“I will not repeat myself.” To someone not belonging to your species, your conversation would seem like soundless mouthing for the pitch your kind uses in this form is inaudible to lower life forms. But you hear his threat loud and clear. 

“Yur nut the boss o' mee!” You owe the lisping and baby-like voice to your tiny form. Although it's normal for Drakainas to be smaller than Dragons, their smaller size comes with speed, a feminine cunning, sharper claws, short ranged but molten breath and expendability. But it seems in your case that when the sun was granting his children, your kind, their abilities, you were knocked out somewhere with a food induced coma. 

Though Ari has had enough encounters with you to know better, he still stops to stare at you; your unwavering foolishness. Are you, something so defenseless and vulnerable against him, seriously saying that to him when he is already so angry?

You stupidly gain confidence in the wake of his disbelieving silence. When you should be quiet, submissive and apologetic, you instead push yourself off the ground with the v-shaped mid joint of one of your wings and use the other one to wipe your eyes clean of their glaze. Your claws ball into tiny fists and you huff up at the mountain of a Dragon, pouting from how your nape hurts when you do. 

“Ugh, I tuld yu I din wan' marry yu, yu dumby brute!” You jump up with the use of your hind legs so you can bang your miniature fists on his firm chest protestingly. “Hate yu, hate yu, hate yu! Leamme!” You give him a smash with each word, glaring up at him like you're in any position to. “Dun wanna—!”

Ari is in actual disbelief of your sheer audacity as he stops his mouth from falling open simply because he is not used to this. If anything, he is a foreigner to this attitude being directed at him. Because do you even realize just how monumentally fucked you are?

“You either shift and make it somewhat easy for yourself,” you gasp and slip back onto your ass with a gulp when he lowers his great head to put emphasis on his words. “Or I rip your petulant little kiddy ass open as is.” Your eyes widen when you feel the tip of his monstrous form graze against your small leg. 

Fuck.

His Dragon cock alone is bigger than your whole Drakaina form.

There is something about the murderous glint in his electric blue eyes that finally makes you cease your race with reason and you let it infuse with you. 

Your body reacts before your mind can even form the intent of obeying him and you pout softly. Your traitorous little desperate soul and the damned konnection! 

“Oh, no…” Your speech returns to you as your body begins to shift and from the baby dragon form emerges a fully developed young woman. 

Exactly what he likes. 

“Oh, yes.” There is a deafening crack in the air before bright light hits your darkness accustomed eyes and you wince before bringing a hand to them for protection as you wince from the overflow of sensory data. 

“S- Stay back!” You warn and hop backwards as though you're still on your haunches. It'll take you a bit to readjust to your human form. It's not very common except for cases like weak Drakainas like yourself. 

Ari's cock is an angry red as it curves against his stomach. The sight makes you gulp and his not being bothered about it only makes it worse. Not that you mind being in your natural state too much, but right now you feel so exposed and vulnerable under his electric glare that you can't help but hug yourself. 

“You're only making it harder for yourself, kid.” 

“I am telling you, stay—” you quickly bend down to pick up a rock before you hurl it at him. “Stay back!” Ari turns sideways and his long hair flops along. When he turns to look at you, a crimson little cut glints in the sunlight for just a millisecond before his skin naturally comes together and closes on itself. 

Of course. 

“Ugh! I don't like you! Why don't you get it!” Your fists are balled at your sides as you huff and puff. 

The man only sighs as he closes in on you. 

“I swear— ah!” You scream as your foot slips off the edge and your body goes to tumble down, arms flailing about but before anything devastating can happen, a rough grip on your hair catches you and drags you back onto the ground. “Oh m- my—” he doesn't let you recover from your shock.

“Stupid and petulant girls like yourself never know what's good for them” you pout and whimper as your hair goes to cup over his that is holding your hair tight. “That is why they need someone to show them what's good for them” you jump like an animated character with a cartoon-like noise when his free hand swings through the air to crack against your ass. 

“Ow! Oh!” Ari doesn't stop. As he walks you back to the middle of the mountaintop with your feet barely touching the ground because of how he holds you, he cruelly warms your ass up until it's flushing a humiliating shade of red. “Stop! You brute!” You bounce on your toes as you try to dodge him by swinging yourself left and right but to no avail, Ari is too fast and his range is too great. 

“You don't say that when you fuck yourself stupid on my cock and cry like a little kid who is getting handled by their Daddy” your blood runs cold as the feeling of his words calling you out like a splash of ice cold water. 

Okay. 

Maybe your weakness got the best of you one or two times. 

Or a couple.

But that's not the point!

It's his fault, he's the manipulative tyrant! 

“I— ow!” You cry again because his assault on your ass is unceasing. “I— I've no idea what you mean, meanie!” He scoffs as he places you on your soles so he can bend you over to target your sitspots. 

“I am sure.” Your body rocks forward with his beastly hits. Your ass is stinging and you're sure he has blistered it with his stupid warlord hands. “Now get your tail out.” The humiliation makes you want to throw up. Cold sweat threatens to drown your body and your ears turn beet red. 

“What?! No!” You cry out when your words make him target your sore spots. “I- I dunno how to in this form!” He scoffs again. 

Your audacity is what keeps him going. 

“Do it how I taught you” okay, yes. But he's a bossy mean tyrant who doesn't back down if you deny him! And no one helps you because he's both your Konnection made and fiancee. 

As well as literally Ari fucking Levinson. 

You never really have a choice with him. These kinds of tricks aren't common for someone with your strength and state of underdevelopment most because you've never really cared about the Dragon stuff but one day the depraved dictator decided that he wasn't going to let you cum if you didn't grow out your Dragon tail while still in your human form. He went so far as to even threaten you with a spanking. And your readers can judge you all they want but if they had ever been stuck balls deep on Ari Levinson's monstrous cock with their pussy sore from the frustration and their hips so desperate that they throbbed with need, they'd understand why you laid weakly against his chest and surrendered yourself to his will before carrying out his messed up wish. To be fair, not that you would ever be fair with him, he had praised, kissed and spoiled you a lot after that. 

Not out of the goodness of his heart though.

No.

The pervert loved to stroke your tail and play with its base when he made you sit on his massive lap. 

“Or what?!” You demand angrily. 

It's a thing. You always submit -under his evil coercion, you must add- and do what he says. But then you recover and you act like you don't know him. 

Ari loves it. He has seen it all and there isn't much that isn't mundane to him. But you, you keep him on his toes. 

His ferocious little fireball. 

Ari finally stops the spanking. You wince as you feel your cheeks seethe. He brings you closer to his hairy face by the grip he has on your head. There is a complex look on his face. He looks done and unwilling to do to you what he must if you keep this up. 

“You know you don't want to find out” you watch his face for a slip, trying to sway his heart with an expression or two of your own. But as always, it doesn't work with the brutish dictatorial tyrant of a giant. 

So you whimper and try to look away but his hold restricts you. Choosing to avert your eyes from him instead, you whimper as you focus on fulfilling his demand. As you go about it, you cannot help but wonder why Ari wants you to do this right now. Usually when he does this, it's when you're cuddling— you mean, when he's cuddling you, okay?! Ugh!

“Oh…” You groan as you feel the crimson and gold tail growing out just above your ass. It's not painful but it makes you uncomfortable. As well as humiliated. 

“Stay still, or so the Sun help me” you don't need to be told twice. Never when you're so tightly held in his grip. It's too late. 

You feel Ari grab your tail and you whimper from the sensitivity, gulping down the bile that forms in your throat when you feel his long and thick fingers grazing the soft scales -he likes to call you a kiddie Dragon because of how nonlethal you actually are- as he slowly strokes the length. His fingertips feel the hot base for a few moments and your knees nearly buckle shut. The firm hold on your head helps keep you remain in the inverted 90° angle he's made of your body.

Ari spits on your pucker and you almost jump from the sensation of his hot spit landing on your hole. Oh, yes. It becomes too exposed for comfort when he bends you over like this. And no, it does not mean that you know this because he does it often. Absolutely not. You uneasily try to shift away but he hooks one knee in the curve between your stomach and thighs to keep you upright as his fingers work the natural lubricant in and work it open a little. The next blob lands on your tail and something about the sensory overload and his attitude makes you angry but you're too caught and weak. 

But still, before you can try to hold your own, the warlord is pushing the tip of your tail in your pucker and your eyes widen in shock. You begin to struggle. He has never done that before. 

“W- What are you doin— ah!” Even though your Drakaina skin is soft, the sensation of the rigid dents and your own body being forced into your tiny hole causes an explosion of scorching blood in your face. “Oh—! What are you doing, you! Oh my— owie Dada!” You break and though you don't see it, a crooked smirk of satisfaction makes its way onto his face. “Pleasie!”

There. 

You talk big game, but a little bit of pain and you're the most compliant little thing alive. 

“You look so pretty, kid” your features scrunch in discomfort as you squint at the ground because there isn't much else you can do. “Stuffed full of your own bratty little tail” your ass is so full of yourself. The humiliating sensation makes you pout. He gives a firm pat on your plugged ass before moving on and you nearly retch from the embarrassment. “Get on your knees” he finally releases your hair and you land on your hands just in time. 

“Y- You…” And your mouth is trying to run again the moment he isn't holding you. Ari snorts under his breath as he gets on his knees behind you. “Y- You're so twisted and weird! Military men—”

“It takes some nerve to act like that when I can literally see you messing yourself up like it's your job” you feel like screaming. You hate it and you hate him. He always gets what he wants and your traitorous body only aids his pompousness. “Dripping yourself silly like a soppy little bride slut” you feel the rough skin of his hands stroke against the sides of your sore thighs before he pulls you back towards him. “It looks like you pissed yourself like the stupid little baby that you are” your wrists become jelly and your upper body collapsed on your elbows when his scarred fingers dip between your legs to collect your sweetness on them before he spreads your petals to both feel your warm cunt and coat as much of his digits in your slick as he can.

“D- Daddy…” You hate it. The twisted use of the word scalds your tongue. And yet you cannot help it. Your thighs only quiver more. 

Ari brings his fingers to his lips and puts them in his mouth before sucking at them. “Hmm” his bigger body rocks against your much smaller one to rub his own spilling cock on your spanked skin. “Tastes like a silly little kiddie brat slut” your sensitive and tender skin does well in pampering his stiff skin and Ari uses your ass like a plush little pillow to stroke his cock.

“D- Daddy— I mean, you brute!” Sparks go off in your mind when you feel him stroke the summit of his dick against your drenched pussy as one of his hands hold you to his while by the grip he has on the curve of your hip. “Stooop! Owie! No! It won't fit!” And true to your word, your small pussy rejects his cock with a bratty squelch. It's one part of your body that is just like you. And Ari has punished it on several occasions for his misbehavior exactly as he does you. “I- I am too small you giant! Not everyone can be a colossal like you- ouchie!” 

He raises an eyebrow, amused. “Too small now, are you?” He is breathless from the strength it's taking him to be patient with your opening's constant rejection of his cock whenever he tries to push in. “You weren't acting like it when you made a spectacle of our engagement like I am some lowborn pauper that you can just humiliate like a peasant wife who doesn't have a whole generation of noble wives to represent” he bites back a harsh curse when his cock slips away again. His fingers tighten on your side and he pushes you tighter against him before realigning his cock with your bratty hole and slowly forcing it in with slow rotatory movements where he penetrates you spec by spec. “You weren't too small when you challenged your future husband and tried to burn him with your pathetic little candle fire” the insult makes you angry but his cock has intruded you and his satisfied pat to your ass coupled with your pucker clenching around your scaled tail renders you speechless.

“O- Owie!” It feels good. But the strain his girth puts on your poor band is almost too much. You fear you will rip. “D- Daddy, please!” That always softens him up. Oftentimes just a little but beggars can't be choosers. 

“You will shut up and take it if you know what's good for you…” But he is far too angry today. His hairy chest drapes over your back and the coarse hairs make your tender skin tingle. “Even though we both know you're too dumb to understand that” you feel him pull out of you almost all the way out before he plunges himself back in, his length cruelly pushing your velvet walls apart and reaching your cervix already. But Ari doesn't hit it just yet. 

“Oh!” You squeak out when your body rocks with another thrust and then another. He is gaining pace. You don't notice it but your ass has managed to push your tail nearly halfway out and Ari stamps it back in at the same moment he snaps his hips against yours. “Daddyyyy, hnng!” Regardless of your dislike of the name, it is the one you find yourself calling him when he has you bent over like this. 

“Tell me you're sorry for what you did” he peers at the sun that is changing its colour and Ari decides he can thoroughly address this later. It is not like you are going anywhere. You are his and he will never allow it. “Tell me it's because you're a stupid little kiddie brat who hasn't had a day's discipline in her life and that is the reason you need a husband like me to keep you on a short leash” the sound of his cock moving in and out of your tight pussy is so loud that it is clear even in the heavy winds. Your pucker blinks around your tail. “Say it!” The harsh strike he gives to your ass has you crying and parroting out his words before your mind can catch on. 

“I- I am sorry for… for… ah!” His stiff tip touches your cervix and the bittersweet pleasure makes you choke him out. His baritone groan grinds its way into your ear from how his colossal form is bent over yours so he can reach your neck and hear your whimpers. “I am sorry for what I did today, Daddy!” 

“Keep going” he demands with a smack to one of your tits now. You jump up from the shock. Damn, you didn't even know he could reach you like this. He continues to fuck you like a hound taking his bitch. 

“I, uh…” You rake your mind for what he demanded of you, sighing in relief when you remember though his assault on your sensitive spot makes you arch your back. His beard digs into the skin of your jaw and shoulder when his mouth reaches for your carotid pulse. “I—” he takes a beastly sniff of your bubbling vein and you nearly give up but a pinch to your nipple brings you back to your task. “It's— oh, yes!” You finally remember his words and get to it, your sore ass cheeks clapping from how rapidly he is fucking into you. “It's because I've never seen a- a-” your eyebrows furrow and eyes flutter shut when his lips latch onto the skin of your neck in an unfriendly way. “Ah!” His fingers find their way to your throbbing cunt and you let out the most obscene moan you have ever heard. 

“Say it.” He growls before he begins to suck a mark of his ownership into your tender skin.

“It's because I've never seen a day's d- discipline in my life and— fuuuck!” The feeling of his rough finger pads is delectable against your soft folds and your head collapses between your shoulders. The vibration of Ari's hum against your skin along with the breathtaking jab he gives to your cervix makes your head spin and you give up. You are yet to build tolerance to his touch. Your high bubbles out of your loins like molten lava and your toes curl as your body tries to stretch to both react to and withstand the strong orgasm. “I am a stupid k- kiddie brat slut who needs a hubby Daddy to keep her in her place” you mumble out in one breath as you let yourself rock back and forth along to his thrusts, mind numb and pussy dumb. 

Or is it the other way around?

“And who is your hubby Daddy?” Ari lets your cunt go to grip both your hips so he can go into his incubus-like trance. 

“You” your words are nearly incoherent but he hears them just fine and with much satisfaction. “Only you are my hubby Daddy…” You are thankful for the temporary vertigo that has taken over your senses. It renders you deaf to the filth he makes you say.

“Here's what's going to happen now” he says once he has run his tongue over the very noticeable bruise he has made on your neck. “I am going to fuck all the funny little thoughts out of your rebellious little head until you're rightfully wearing my cum” the overstimulation makes you uncomfortable and both of your holes sensitively clench. “And then we are going to fly back to the venue and you are going to thank me and kiss my hand to show your gratitude after I put the band on you” you feel his speed increasing and you further lower yourself to hold your head; bracing yourself. “You are going to kneel as you do, so everyone can see you for the hypocritical little whore you are.”

And Ari Levinson always gets his way. 

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[bloodycyrano]

Gifts I think the DAO companions would appreciate, outside of giftable in game items! (Pt1, I think this will be a long post if not sectioned)

Sten-

Incense and expensive tea, possibly imported. He talks about how he hates the smell of Ferelden, and misses home; Tea and incense being the most notable scents that stick out to him.

Cookies, or a good recipe for cookies. Everyone in the Fandom has had the dialog where Sten reveals that he enjoys cookies, and that in his homeland, there is no such thing. I think he would greatly enjoy a recipe to be able to bring such a thing back with him- Even if he may not be able to make them himself at home. My memory is fuzzy on qunari custom, but I don't think he'd be particularly allowed to bake.

A wardog of his own- I don't think he'd be permitted to keep it, upon return to the qun. But he has immense respect for Barkspawn, and I think if he were here in 2024, he'd be a great dog dad. I think he'd probably give it to his closest companion upon his return, but he would keep a detailed sketch of it with him always. He'd probably give it a specific title in his native tongue.

This is sort of a separate headcannon, but I think in a modern AU, he'd really like pumpkin spice lattes.- It's always the ones you would never expect.

Shayle-

Obviously, we know they like crystals. They like being pretty, and *sparkling*. So it's not too farfetched to assume they would appreciate gold ore or other shining metals fitted to some of their stone bits- Sort of like.. Magically grafted on with heat? Morrigan could weld them, or I'm sure Sandal could potentially do it.

I think, while they couldn't really read themselves, I think if you brought them books and such, they would enjoy hearing you read it to them. Especially if you manage to find some old records of their own lineage after the orzammar quest line.

I think they would also enjoy being given I big, stone bowl to keep shiny trinkets in- Like a crow, almost. Crystals, cute pebbles, coins, keys, etc. Pretty things for them to look at.

Leliana-

She would love it if you wrote her a poem, regardless of what it was about. I think she'd just be so happy you thought of her and wrote something lovely- I honestly think she'd love it even more if it wasn't the best quality. After all, that would mean you were inspired by her to write something of which you had no prior experience and still tried your best. She'd think it was cute.

I think she'd like it if you gave her one of your own personal favorite books or fables, with little notes on your commentary and theories. She'd love that, honestly.

A ceramic nug. No explanation needed, she loves Nugs. I've got animals I love, too. And if someone gave me a ceramic or plush critter of my choice, I'd be over the moon.

A little on the weird side, I think she'd like a type of porcelain harlequin doll. I can't think of the specific type, but they don't make them the same way anymore.. they're usually from overseas in Germany or Russia or France, you know? The ones that are really glossy and have beautiful line work in the paint? I feel like you found one in the denerim marketplace, imported from Orlais, and it would remind her of another experience she had there or even just of her time as a bard. After all, they weren't *all* unpleasant memories.

Alistair-

A golem doll. Like a little poppet. I don't think it's rare dialogue, but the other day is the first time I noticed it since I first played the game rented from a family video over a decade ago, so.. Yeah. Point is, Alistair mentions in front of "Wonders of Thedas", that Arl Eamon (I think) once bought him a little golem doll as a child, and how he adored it and wondered if there would be one like it at the wonders of thedas.

A griffon figurine. He's a Grey Warden, I think he'd like it. The wardens have always been his real home, and it's truly where he belongs. I think a memento of that is something he'd hold dear.

A book of poems about honoring fallen soldiers. I feel like it may bring him to tears, and perhaps make him confront some extra grief after ostagar, but perhaps it could also bring a sort of comfort. Maybe he isn't the most religious, maybe he has a bit of trauma from the chantry.. But I think he still prays, if only for the ones he's lost.

Again, I think he'd like a war dog. I'll never let him take Barkspawn, but he'd love a pupper of his own. If you gave it to him as a puppy to raise and train all his own, he'd probably be overjoyed.- Off topic, but I headcannon that all companions to the wardens have an extended lifespan, and live and die with their humanoid counterparts if they don't die in battle, kind of like the animal companions do with the avatars in ATLA. Far fetched, and backed by absolutely no real lore as far as I know, but I like to think it's true.

[ambiguouspuzuma]

Last line word count

Thanks to @dogmomwrites for the tag!

The rules are to post your last line and tag as many people as there are words. I've been working on Going Quietly again, and this line sums up how I'm feeling about it all as well.

Buoyed by the relief of all this coming to a close, Nathan sailed on through the downpour; a little ballast lost, a bit of balance found.

This is sadly a massive 26 words, so after taking a deep breath I am tagging the last 26 people who have reblogged one of my writing posts: @toughpaperround, @lover-of-many-things, @suspiciouspopsicle, @shineyma, @derekstilinski, @babydroll, @waffleinator-inator, @felinemotif, @victorineb, @wicked-ghoul, @theskittlemuffin, @aethersea, @taikeero-lecoredier, @uhf-comm-pass, @actiaslunaris, @leem-lawson, @bubbles-the-banshee, @twoheartsoneclara, @onward--upward, @wardog-of-the-endless, @my-deer-friend, @harringtonss, @elegyofthemoon, @crestfallen-blogger, @heywizards and @midnightsnapdragon.

Now, I know a lot of you guys are struggling with writing at the moment, so there is absolutely no pressure to get involved. However, if you do want to use this as a spur to share your last project, no matter how old, or even open your WIP and write one more line, please do!

[wardog-of-the-endless]

Yeah so I’m writing for KP, that is a thing that’s happening. Also say hi to my new paramour. 💙 Love you baby, you better get some sleep.

*slowly reaches out with a snippet in the hopes of bribing my beloved into self-care*

“P’Pond,” Kim grits out as he easily dodges a flailing arm that probably wasn’t a truly motivated strike but likely would have stung if it landed, if only due to Tankhun’s heavy statement jewelry. “I thought I was free until this afternoon?” 

“Never mind that right now,” his manager was surely waving a dismissive hand around, sounding distracted but oddly curious. “How’s your skin?”

Considering who he was, Kim was unlikely to be skinned alive and worn by his manager, but he supposed the chances were never zero. Somehow, his childhood surely led to him being prepared for this moment, because all Kim did was sigh in response, his tone leaning toward annoyance. “Pond.” 

“Well? How is it?” 

Kim wasn’t exactly known for his patience, and between the morning's dramatics and a distinct lack of sleep the sarcasm slipped out before he could think to self edit. “Why, are you planning to skin and wear me?” 

“Don’t be rude!” ~*~

i am in love with you.

AFSBSVSJSBKDDGSKSBDJDBK THIS IS ADORABLE AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH. I'M MELTING ONTO THE FLOOR

i threw myself onto my bed like a teen in a 2000s coming of age movie and i'm now squealing into a pillow, smiling down at my phone and kicking my feet up in the air. getting my diary out to write about this in pink glitter gel pen and doodle hearts all around it.

you own my heart and now i'm going to be smiling about this for the rest of forever 💙 thank you 💙

[scattered-stardust]

👀👀👀 I am here to ask about your kimchay playlists if you are inclined to talk abt them ❤️

of course I'm inclined to talk about them!!!! what do you take me for?! (also got a couple of these so answering all of them here @shubaka @wardog-of-the-endless)

This started out as a Kim playlist because I love him and I had ideas for songs he would like in relation to Chay and it spawned two playlists and one vague idea for a fic.

I have one playlist for Kim and one for Chay. In my head these playlists are the beginning of a conversation between them. These are also kind of part of a outside POV I want to write.

So Kim starts covering sad songs after Chay ignores "Why don't you stay". And his fandom is kind of losing their minds because why is Wik so upset lately (my headcanon is that he sent wdys directly to Chay, kind of important.) and covering all these songs, but he doesn't say anything regarding it, so the fans are all like ??????????

In the beginning it's all sad, because he's in his Sad Boy Era but after a while (from Mercury if you want to know the song) he starts covering songs that express how Chay made him feel while they were together.

While Kim is doing that, Chay decides that he's puttin some covers he made online, he's not going to college right now but he still wants to do something with music so this is the compromise. At first he covers angry songs, hurt songs, because he needs to get his feelings out, but then he realises that Kim is also covering songs about him. And then he kind of starts to reply to some of the songs, like covering songs from artists Kim previously covered. He doesn't answer directly but it's becoming obvious that some of these songs are answers to songs Kim covered.

This culminates in Kim covering Romeo and Juliet. (Backstory there are two versions of this song and I assigned one of these to Kim and the other to Chay.) So Kim covers the one by The killers. Which is kind of the sad melancholy version. And Chay covers the one by Dire Straights.

While they have been doing that, fandom has been poking around, finding Chay's channel (he's been putting some original music out by now) and when they put their covers next to each other, the dates they were covered, they starts to put things together.

The Romeo and Juliet situation has everyone realising things and Kim and Chay start talking again because they (obviously) still love each other. They starts making music again and they put out a song together. (Cue fans losing their goddamn minds and being like "I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU!!!)

[theluckywizard]

In the Shattering of Things, Chapter 27: A Reluctant Elegy

A Dragon Age: Inquisition Longfic featuring Rose Trevelyan x Cullen with a side helping of x Garrett Hawke

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44881447/chapters/118159150

....“I suppose I could break out a classic for our fellow Fereldan,” says Harritt. He strums a wild introduction that instantly riles the boys. Cullen looks like he knows what’s coming, scratching his forehead and hiding his amusement behind a strategically placed gauntlet as he leans on his elbow against the table. Harritt begins with a massive grin:

“You know Andraste’s old mabari.

He don’t show up in the chant.

And if you ask those holy sisters,

Well, they’ll say Andraste can’t

Have had some big old smelly wardog…”

The boys are hollering, Letty is singing and even Cullen is mouthing the lyrics. I sit sheepishly among them in a delightful sort of Fereldan prison.

“But all Ferelden knows it right:

Our sweet Lady needed someone

Who would arm her feet at night…”

At the zealous urging of Sam, Cullen is actually singing, struggling to contain his smile. Letty interjects over Harritt’s wild interlude.

“I had no idea you had such a fine voice, Commander,” she says with a beam. Neither did I. Cullen sits there blushing modestly while Letty turns to me. “Don’t mind us Southern barbarians while we get our jollies.” They continue, the boys and Cullen stomping and clapping as they sing, growing rowdier.

“And there’s Andraste’s mabari

By the Holy Prophet’s side.

In the fight against Tevinter,

That dog would never hide.

They say the Maker sent him special,

Always loyal, without pride,

So he could be the sworn companion

Of the Maker’s Holy Bride!”

Harritt lets the song end there but I’m certain it goes on for several more verses.

“I haven’t sung that song in twenty years at least,” Cullen says, his mood buoyant, flushed from the merriment of the music, accepting a heaping portion of apple pudding in a wooden bowl. Somehow the riotous singing evolves into a half hour of me showing Tom how to play a few basic chords on the lute which he enjoys tremendously, looking up in pride when a proper major chord resonates across the compact space. I show him exactly three, the number needed to play any number of songs but especially Andraste’s Mabari and Harritt promises that he’ll refresh his memory if he forgets. Tom eagerly thrusts the instrument into Cullen’s unprepared hands next.

“Your turn, Commander!” he declares and Cullen looks at the thing utterly helpless, holding it up like a freshly soiled baby. “Show him, my Lady!” I’m as cornered into it as Cullen is and he looks as red as I’ve ever seen him– and frankly a little terrified. I shake my head at him with a smile and drag a stool across from him. At first, I try to instruct him without having to touch him because I desperately want to and I need to keep my head on my shoulders. But showing him where to put his fingers on the fingerboard without guiding them is nearly impossible so in a matter of minutes I’m physically arranging his fingers over the strings, forming them into the simplest chords. I’m bathed in an intoxicating pool of my own adrenaline as he muddles his way along, laughing at his own clumsiness through our cloud of blushes.....

Tagging the DAFF Crew

@warpedlegacy, @rakshadow, @rosella-writes, @effelants, @bluewren, @breninarthur, @ar-lath-ma-cully, @dreadfutures, @ir0n-angel, @inquisimer, @crackinglamb, @nirikeehan , @oxygenforthewicked

[sychosid]

I'm not a huge self shipper but if you ask me why I don't have more ships it's because id want to kill half the guys I like

I may throw Quincy to the dogs (bc wardogs) one day but I've been a little tired. perhaps I'll think about it and write things down. honestly probably write him with David the most if I did

[anotherhumanpet]

The Relationships of Jaden || Mobile

Characters and the summary of their relationship with Jaden will be added on as they are made, but please note that not everyone who has some form of relationship with Jaden is listed here. Characters are added on once there’s been some significant growth in the relationship, but mainly my own motivation to do the work.

I am okay with making pre-established relationships, provided that there’s some discussion about it beforehand. Please know though that it’s harder for me to write these sort of relationships because I’m working off of hope/speculation rather than what’s naturally occurred between the characters.

Relationships are focused on what is seen in the main verse. AU relationships will not be listed for the sake of organization and focus.

Characters marked with + should be noted as being in a romantic relationship with Jaden. Please remember that this blog is multiship too, so no two romances are happening at the same time (without consent from all parties). Romances that are separated coexist with the pretense that other shipped-with-muses are seen more as friends than romantic partners.

Humans

Dennis Wenny

#well hey there handsome (self)

The first-born nibling (but not necessarily the oldest) and most favorite one of them all. Jaden holds a deep love for Dennis that he doesn’t always verbalize, but is very aware of nonetheless. Things between them changed after Jaden nearly got Dennis and Hot Spot killed by M.E.C.H., and the guilt of that weighs heavily on his conscience every day. Although Dennis has seemingly moved on from the incident and tearfully accepted Jaden back into his life, Jaden still holds himself accountable and fully expects to face retribution some day.

Doctor Robert Wenny

#tag: supervisor parent (father)

Ex-brother-in-law. Pre-divorce, Jaden and Robert were cordial, but never clicked in any way - especially since Jaden frequently stepped in to "be the man" for Dennis since Rob couldn't. Post-divorce, Jaden let his frustrations about having to support Dennis in Rob's absence very well known. Post-M.E.C.H. affiliation reveal, Rob has it out for Jaden and would sooner personally haul him into jail than ever let him near Dennis again, for better or for worse.

Penny Grey

#tag: long distance parent (mother)

Oldest sister. Penny has been a big support throughout Jaden's life and he owes a lot to her for it. Her presence has a way of turning him into a cheeky little shit too, because as her little brother it is his solemn duty to be a cheeky little shit.

Amber Grey

#tag: tba

Youngest sister. While she may annoy the hell out of Jaden at times, Amber has been one of Jaden's strongest allies throughout their lives and childhood. He'd be the first person to line up for throttling her, and the first to square up for her defense.

Silas aka Gramps; Multiverse Variant

#tag: only one eighth dead (WarDog Silas)

The director of M.E.C.H. and Jaden's current boss, but not the director Jaden originally served under. That man is currently M.I.A., presumably K.I.A., and hasn't been seen since he violently disbanded M.E.C.H. before going off to join the Decepticons in his new mechanical body. Gramps is wildly different though and his behavioral differences consistently throw Jaden for a loop because he's always expecting the worst of Silas after dealing with it for years. Despite Jaden's immediate distrust and animosities towards Gramps though the two have become friends, and understand each other in ways very few people can.

Shale aka Gloria; Multiverse Variant

#the smallest big brain you've ever seen (WarDog Shale)

An agent of M.E.C.H. under the command of Silas, the Gramps variant. She was Jaden's first friend in the new division of M.E.C.H., and it happened somewhat unwillingly on his part. While Jaden tried to keep to himself and kept his head down, Shale frequently sought him out for conversation and kinship. He reacted by being prickly, abrasive, and brutally honest about his past, but she accepted these parts of him in stride. Eventually, Jaden began to recognize that Shale was a little more down to earth than he expected any agent to ever be, and very thoughtful and creative with her work in M.E.C.H.'s tech engineering. Although her fanatic loyalty to the organization rubs him the wrong way, Jaden can understand her dedication and tries to lean on it when he's feeling weak amongst the ranks.

Silas aka Salad; Multiverse Variant

#tag: Dick Salad (CodeName Silas)

The director of M.E.C.H. that Jaden doesn't care about, doesn't fully recognize, but is nonetheless fearful of anyway. Or perhaps he's fearful because he doesn't know Salad. In either case, Jaden does his best to maintain distance from Salad, and prefers to avoid all interaction with him as much as possible.

Judas; Multiverse Variant +

#tag: Judge Judy (CodeName Judas)

An agent of M.E.C.H. under the command of Silas, the Salad variant. He's a wild, hedonistic man who revels at the thought of anarchy, and yet ironically his chaotic nature has brought a sense of peace to Jaden's life. Through Judas, Jaden has learned to accept the M.E.C.H.-green tint covering his life and either rediscovered or found new ways to enjoy the life he has outside of work.

Achim; Multiverse Variant

#tag: Doctor Prick (Achim)

A mad man with too much power, money, and ability to do whatever he whimsically pleases. Achim would be a laughable joke to Jaden if he hadn't been the cause of so much indirect pain in Jaden's life. But seeing how Achim has hurt so many people in Jaden's life, Achim is regarded as a major threat that is just barely getting away with his violence... for now, at least.

Oron; Multiverse Variant

#The Ironclad Man (musesbykai Oron)

A cybernetic man displaced from a timeline set in the year 2077. Jaden detests Oron with every fiber of his being because of Oron's ongoing issues with violently lashing out, emotional instability, and generally pathetic behavior when he's held accountable for his actions. Whatever good deeds and aid Oron provided during the war with Achim is pretty much nulled now by the physical harm Oron has done to Dennis and Jasper, as well as the emotional distraught he's caused Shale.

Yin; Multiverse Variant; Vessel of a God

#tag: your friendly neighborhood chaos god (KaijuCrimson Yin)

The physical vessel for a God of Chaos. Jaden doesn't care much for Yin's nosy and intrusive behavior, especially since Yin's behavior led into Jaden getting seriously hurt and losing vital data against some attackers who had been stalking Jaden.

Chaos; Multiverse Variant; A God

#the creepy grinning guy (KaijuCrimson Chaos)

The actual God within Yin. It's annoying as fuck, taunts about hurting people and consuming the world, and hates the light. Thankfully, Jaden has a flashlight collection.

Autobots

Hot Spot +

#tag: my brother from another mother planet thing (Hot Spot)

The Leader of the Protectobots and literal manifestation of a labrador puppy. Once upon a time, Jaden would have killed him for being near Dennis because he viewed Hot Spot as a threat. And he almost succeeded in doing that. Now, Jaden would kill to keep the stupid, giant, robot puppy alive. If asked about that, he claims it's his way of repaying the debt of nearly killing Hot Spot. Truthfully speaking though, it's because he loves the stupid, giant, robot puppy in his own ways.

Sanitatem (Sani); Multiverse Variant

#tag: friendly neighborhood stalker doctor (Sani)

A strange Autobot who has deeply involved herself with the inner workings of M.E.C.H., specifically Gramps. Despite how peculiar it is though, Jaden tries his best to not think about it too hard. If she wants to provide free therapy to him and Gramps, then so be it. If she wants to marry Gramps, then so be it too. Just as long as it doesn't interrupt their - or more importantly, Jaden's Gramps' - therapy sessions then it's all good.

[fragileizywriting]

oh my god i watched puss and boots and it was so good. i won't spoil it, i promise. but look at me in the eye: i want to write chat like puss in boots so badly. oh my god. oh my GOD.

i want to write a oneshot before the murder mystery fic where a war-dog (war dog wardog) shows up into town and he's just fucking massive. he's huge. like, taller than the church (????????? do they have churches in this au????? no. No. we will stray into this rabbit hole let me finish one thought at a time but i think the answer is no) and chat decides to fight him one on one using Paris's only gong bell whatever thing. church bell. is that what it's called?

i want him to try to fight off the wardog with a sword. i want marinette to find out he has sword skills. i want to marinette to look at this giant wardog terrorizing the village and gasp out a shaky: "ch... chat...?" while trying to figure out where to even start with this monster, and chat is busy buttoning his shirt sleeves all the way to the elbows for a fight.

anyway. couldn't stop thinking about chat the ENTIRE TIME for the movie

[wardog-of-the-endless]

(Home) Sick (For You)

Kim runs himself right into exhaustion proving how fine he is while Chay's traveling abroad. His brothers (and brother-in-law) are definitely going to have something about this... and wait until Chay hears about it.

***

[hunters-hobby-log]

Trying out some new things

Heyo internet people! I'm deciding to try a new thing, Battle reports! I always take photos whenever I play a 40k match because its always so cinematic. The best way to gleam some value about that is to post about it, and now that I'm on Tumblr, now seems like the time to take advantage of that itch. Plus it gives me an excuse to exercise my writing chops while attempting to get better at photographing minis.

Anyway, to the meat of the post

The other night, my partner and I decided to play a game of warhams with some new forces. For them, Chaos Knights, and for me 9th edition Orks. Because these forces were new to us, we decided annihilation was the best way to go.

We decided that corner deployment at incursion scale was appropriate because of our limited forces and board availability.

On my partners side was a knight abominant, the psyker, proxied by a knight preceptor because that was present, a wardog, some rubric marines and ahriman. Yes, I'm aware this force breaks force organization, but neither of us really cared.

On mine was two big blobs of boyz, some squig cavalry being run as beast snagga boyz,some mek gunz proxied using biovores because I'm going for an octarius theme with my army, a blob of kommandos and my warboss, Bug Whispra riding his carnifex steed Mittenz.

The forces of chaos take the initiative, but due to the conniving and scheming of the blood axe mob ahead of them, their ranged weaponry has little effect.

After the inital hail of fire, the mounted warboss beats his chest and declares WAAAGH! The hoard surges forward in a mighty wave of green skin and tanned leather. The squig cavalry dives into the line of rubric automata. Their usual shock tactics have little effect on the aspiring sorcerer and his retinue. To their right, a 20 man strong block of boyz barrel towards a towering titan of psychic might, wounding it gravely in the process. On the left flank, the force of kommandos make a strike at the helbrute, dealing serious wounds, but unable to strike a killing blow.

On the counter assault, the forces of chaos become a mortar and pestle for the ork hoard grinding down those in front of them and moving forward to clean out the rest. The wardog dives forth into the remainder of the greenskins, but is surrounded and drowns in a sea of viridescent violence.

While the wardog succumbs to his own ambition, Warboss Bug Whispra commands his steed to ride forth into the biggest opponent in sight, the knight abominant. The creature hurls forward, living up to it's origins as a living battering ram. The knight reels back. The Bug Whispra takes this opportunity to slam his massive power klaw into the exposed joints at the base of the titan. The knight fires all its weapons into the warboss and his beast, the two blurring into an erratic mass of violence in the eyes of the pilot. As the upper chassis of the knight falls down, the carnifex takes its claws, and carves open the canopy. It's jaws unhinge and devour the pilot.

Watching his two biggest pawns in his schemes collapse under the strength of the greenskins, Ahriman becomes filled with rage. He channels this might into the warp and uses it to reconstitute the helbrute to fighting strength and send a storm of warp lightning into the fungoid brute sitting atop a living weapon. Bug whispra reels in pain, and Ahriman takes this opportunity to strike down his opponent.

The warboss is struck from his steed, his focus was on watching the pain of his most recent kill. He feels a staff crackling with warp energies at his throat as the arch sourcerer of the thousand sons channels his energies into the staff, snuffing the life out of the young warboss.

The head cut off this force, Ahriman and the remaining aspiring sourcerer are able to dispatch what's left of the ork hoard. The battlefield lay bare and firmly in the hands of the sons of magnus.

Overall the game was fun, Both my opponent and I learned a lot about our forces. I think we need to actually start playing objectives though, because on pure killing potential, I think my partners forces out compete me on every turn.

Any comments on how I can improve this format or photos would be greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading!

[wardog-of-the-endless]

This is honestly half of what my ‘Just a Little Unwell’ Series is about. Granted only Khun and Porsche have had their turn so far, Chay gets a bit of time and then I’ll be unleashing Kinn and carrying on but... Yeah, that’s pretty much where we’re at.

i am having so many feelings about kim. he deserves to be loved. he deserves to allow himself to be loved

[andywinter16]

Would you be willing to do headcanons for drautos having a secret relationship with the princess of Lucis-Au- and dealing with being glauca at the same time :3! I’m so happy to find someone who’s still writing for kingsglaive lol

OMG YES! Titus is like my guilty pleasure, so 😉 Just warning, It will be bittersweet ( so basically I am taking canon end) 

For clarification, you Y/N Lucis Caelum are older sibling of Noctis ( I want Noct to have older sibling who will protect him)

Titus much to his disdain trains you, because and I will quote Y/N “ Who can teach me better other than captain of mighty Kingsglaive?”  Smooth move, my lady.

You are warm and very flirty toward him. Seriously you showed in him genuine interest. Like what´s his favourite drink, was he ever to ballet, that politician is such asshole, wouldn´t you say?

 Dont kill me ladies  His first though as Glauca is how it could benefit him in his plans. But as Titus he´s like why would you go for some old and broken wardog? 

At first the relationship with you was just another backup plan If the first one failed. (Kidnap you and demand abdication from Regis) 

You and Noctis are fine in his book, but he will still not hesitate to harm you as Glauca in the first stage

You are taking him around Lucis on your secret dates like to Little Galadh (where you met his glaives, it was interesting night to say the least)

The moment he realised that relationship with you went out of control was when they came back from front line bruised and bloodied

You´ve got into their headquarters despite protests from nobles, and helped them with healing. One of the Kingsglaive died on his injuries, and you blamed yourself for that, you even cryed for them

Titus was taken a back with how gentle and humanly you were treating his glaives, not like foreingers but equal to you.

And then you came to him, checking his injuries and apologesing for not doing enough to stop this war

Something in Titus snapped at that moment. You weren´t just another obstacle in his plan, he genuinly cared for your well being. I would even say that he fell in love with you!

But of course he´s Glauca, and that´s a massive problem. So Titus started to be distant and cold

He didn't last long with this attitude cuz you went obviously confront him about it. It was heated argument “But I love you, you idiot! I want to be there for you in every circumstance, so please don´t shut me down.“  You went on your toes to kiss him. In his mind Glauca was shouting to end this thing here and now. But for once in his life, he´s speechless at your outburst and your bold move. Hesitantly he wraps his arms around you and kiss you gently back. 

Titus knows he can´t go back with you, you charmed him and he´s ready to burn a world for you ... Yet he can´t take back his decisions as Glauca

The fateful day of signing was here, and Titus did everything in his power to get you out of the city. You were suspicious of what was going on, but Titus with Regis´s help conviced you to go with your brother. Titus gave you an envelope with words to open it later.

Titus knew when he fighted that either Nyx will kill him or the starscourge in his body, thanks to Glauca´s armor.

When Nyx delivered that fatal blow, you were on Titus mind the whole time. His light in the darkness.

 When you opened the envelope, tears were streaming down your face. There was a simple ring with small Y/F/C stone and on the letter were written four simple words: I love you, Y/N

[awalkingkrises]

@hrmkingizzy Ty for the tag! If u want to join feel free

WIP folder game, show a list of names that are in your WIP folder!

beams of misty light shone through the castle window. . .

Cool names for things

Character Designs and facts

ACK ok

ACK oKAy

Framed (WIP NaNo Project)

I want to write or I will die

Kay so Im using the BinaryMuffin method. . .

Next Draft

Second draft of ACK ok

Wardogs

Writing Prompt

YAHHHHHSELFASTANDILLITHYA

Zephyr

a poem i guess

Athaliah

Bas Hallai

Chapter 1

Characters

characterss yay

Dear Athaliah

Dear Editor

GM THIngS

Hannah Efferen Parker

Prologue

Raveryn

Redacted

The Ethereal Woods

The Fire of Faith

The Legend of Four

Things the sun does

Will Reginald Walker

Yep Its A Novel

You find yourself in

Interview with Paronix Ilo

Paronyxdoc

ok im not gonna edit all this so basically recap

PROMPT

Season of the Blind

Short Story THing

Solitude

Sup it

Trash (Bad Novel)

yeet

You doubt your every move

That was a wild ride

[firstelevens]

ayo & the wilson family "cilantro"

When Sam woke up this morning, there is absolutely no way he could have pictured the day ending with four of the Dora Milaje--no less intimidating in their civilian clothes--sitting at the table with Sarah and the kids, drinking sweet tea and talking shop.

"Yama's from the River Tribe; family's all fishermen," Bucky murmurs to him, as the woman in question talks animatedly to Sarah about the boat. The commentary continues while he slices a pineapple with his usual slightly-unnerving ease and Sam sprinkles cilantro over a platter of rice. "And Lolade--next to Cass--just finished her training; she's the first Dora from the Jabari tribe."

When they come back to the table, Ayo is regaling a transfixed Wilson family with stories of the Border Tribe's white rhinoceroses: "One of them even knocked your Uncle Bucky into a mudpit once."

"Yeah," Bucky says flatly, although the corner of his mouth turns up, "that was definitely the rhino and not you tripping me with your staff."

Ayo remains as composed as ever, but she throws a wink to AJ and Cass that has them both giggling, and the rest of them are soon to follow.