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girlwiththepapatattoo · 1 year

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The Unlikely Similarities Between Kittens and Vampires, Chapter 10

Warnings: Astarion being himself, fingering, vaginal sex

Summary: A very good way to wake up.

Notes: *chants to myself* I will not dwell on how vampire anatomy works, I will not dwell on how vampire anatomy works, I will not...

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Thanks to all you lovelies who've commented, each one makes my day. <3

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When Astarion had lain down to sleep after getting his new lover off for her first time, he’d forgotten that she’s a druid.

And they’re in the middle of a druid grove.

In the middle of nowhere.

So when he wakes from a rare full sleep, he’s surprised to feel something small, warm, and incredibly soft curled up right on his cheek.

He doesn’t jump, of course not. But he would admit to a brief, tiny moment of surprise upon waking to find Sable isn’t the only thing sleeping on him. His left eye opens and he sees something tiny laying on his face, covered in brown fur.

“Don’t move,” Sable whispers, and his open eye look at her. The morning sun lights up her features, makes her practically glow…though the absolute delight in her expression helps that along immensely.

So instead of pushing the whatever-it-is off of him like he’d normally do, he instead does his best to whisper without moving his cheek. “What’s on my face?”

Sable does her best to ignore the goosebumps running down her arms as she realizes that she really likes to hear Astarion whisper. “A baby bunny,” she replies, and she looks down.

Astarion follows her gaze. Tucked on top of and around them are a small family of bunnies, an adult female with five small babies, all of which are still asleep.

He blinks. “...there’s a baby bunny sleeping on my face.”

“Yep,” is her reply, and he can all but hear the giggle in her voice.

He has to resist the urge to sigh. “This is going to happen a lot with you as my bedfellow, isn’t it?”

“Yep.” She has to bite her lip to keep from laughing. One of the bunnies twitches a leg. “Think of it as extra warmth.”

“I’m thinking of all the potential animal hair on my clothes, actually,” he replies, but Sable doesn’t hear any real ire in his voice.

“Like I said, extra warmth.” But she gently reaches down and rubs a hand over the mother rabbit, who comes awake instantly. She says something to the small creature, who gets up and makes a short chirping sort of noise. The babies all wake quickly, the one on Astarion’s cheek giving a stretch, its tiny feet on one of his nostrils. His eyebrow twitches at how disgustingly cute it is.

The bunnies hop off, and Sable, to his surprise, leans over and presses a quick kiss to his chin. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asks in confusion, trying to ignore how warm his chest feels from her kiss.

“For not scaring them off. You looked so precious, sleeping with a bunny on your cheek,” she says, and her smile is so fond that it makes his heart ache.

He clears his throat and props his head up on his hand. “Yes, well…” His voice goes low and suggestive. “I had been hoping for an altogether different way of waking up.” He pauses for a moment, as if thinking about what could have been. “But you’re welcome,” he finally says, smiling very faintly.

As he hopes, she blushes, heat flooding her face at his words. “I-I um…w-we can still…if you want.” The events of last night run through her head, and she gasps, her eyes going wide in horror. “Astarion, oh gods I’m so sorry!”

His brow furrows in confusion. “What could you possibly have to apologize for?”

“After you…” She drops her gaze and her volume. “After you…used your mouth on me. I just fell asleep! You never got…well, anything!”

He laughs, snuggling her up close. “My precious kitten, that’s where you’re very much wrong. I might not have gotten to spend myself inside your luscious body, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t avail myself of your other splendors.” He sighs, the sound half a moan. “Your taste…your scent…the way your insides felt, squeezing my finger as you came apart on my tongue…those sweet little noises of yours as I sent you to heaven…” He hums, the look on his face like he’d found nirvana. “Yes…oh, I was more than satisfied with what happened between us, darling.”

She stares up at him, dumbstruck. His words, his tone, leave her frozen in desire. She wants to say something, anything, but the only thing that gets squeezed out of her throat is a very articulate, “Hng.”

His lips tug in a slow, languid smirk, and he shifts. His movements unhurried, like a predator assured of a kill, he slings one leg over her, straddling her hips. His eyes don’t leave hers as he pulls up the opening flap of his tent and ties it shut.

Her hands press across his thighs, his form lithe, but she can feel the corded muscle under her touch. He leans down, his hands pressing to either side of her head, and she watches as his tongue curls out, pressing to her collarbone. She shudders, remembering exactly what that tongue is capable of.

He traces a pattern down, down, until he reaches the ties to the laces of her shirt. He takes one between his teeth and draws back, the loose knots he’d left last night coming undone easily. His hands cup around her hips and push up, and as they go they take the shirt with it, slowly baring her to his gaze. Her heart pounds, her hands squeeze unconsciously around his legs.

He pulls her shirt off and tosses it somewhere behind them. He says nothing, but his touch is reverent as his fingers trace over her sides and hips. He leans down further, nuzzling into her soft belly, leaving a line of cool kisses up her stomach and into the valley between her breasts. She whimpers softly, her fingers sliding into his curls, before she very gently pushes at his head. “A-Astarion…I want to…w-well, it’s your turn. Switch with me.”

He clicks his tongue. “You’re really going to make me give up my fun?” he pouts, before nipping playfully at the side of her breast.

Her breathy gasp makes him groan softly, his hips grinding down on her. “Ahhhhstarion, please, I-I want to touch you like you’re touching me,” she gasps, and starts tugging on his own shirt. “Please, let me, please!”

“Well, when you beg so nicely, how could I say no?” he purrs. He leans down and kisses her, a passionate meeting of lips and tongue that takes her breath away, before he tosses his shirt off and lays down.

Eagerly, much less gracefully, she straddles his hips this time. The sun illuminating the crimson fabric of his tent paints everything in soft shades of red, the color flattering on his skin. She bites her lip, looking at him as if he were almost too beautiful to stare at for long. Her hands press softly to his stomach, the lines of his abdominals softened after being at rest all night. She traces over his skin, nonsense patterns that slowly move up and over his chest.

His eyes half lidded, he watches her enjoy his body, an awed look on her face. It’s a look he’s seen hundreds, thousands of times, but right here, right now…this isn’t to bring his master back a meal. This is for him, with someone he’s starting to care very much for, who cares about him in return.

A sudden surge of emotion has his hands clamping around her hips, and he grinds up into her core. A soft cry leaves her lips before she could smother it, but she quickly claps a hand over her mouth.

“I’m sorry, my kitten, my lover,” he all but pants, sitting up against her. “I don’t think I can wait any longer.” He curls his arm around her waist and flips their positions easily, smothering the beginnings of her protest with a deep, devouring kiss. His fingertips slide down her belly, relishing in the sounds she’s releasing into his mouth, and tug at the laces to her pants, pushing them down over her hips until she can kick them off.

He swallows her cry as his hand cups her, those clever fingers stroking, dipping, swirling until she’s a writhing mess of heat under him. He’s got her so thoroughly distracted that she’s not even sure when he takes his own pants off, only that suddenly he’s kneeling between her legs, her calf brushing up against his bare thigh.

“Are you ready, my kitten?” he purrs into her ear, tonguing at the shell, his free hand cupping over her mouth so that anyone walking by the tent would be none the wiser. “Are you ready…to be mine?”

“Yes,” she gasps into his palm, her warm breath puffing gently against his cool skin.

He smiles and pulls his fingers from her, where he’d be building her up, spreading her open gently and slowly. He spreads her legs wide, wrapping a hand around the base of his own cock and guiding himself to slide against her slick folds. The feel of his velvety head rubbing against her clit has her shuddering, her nails digging gently into the flesh of his shoulders.

He groans at how warm and wet she is, before he guides himself to her entrance. So aroused is she, so ready for him, that there isn’t an ounce of tension when he starts to push in. “That’s it, my sweet, my darling, just like that,” he moans, spreading his hand just above her mound as he works himself into her inch by inch.

Astarion has a nearly perfect cock. Not comically big, but not small by any means, he’s got just enough girth to be a wonderful stretch, with a lovely branching vein running just right of center and an upward curve. The only odd thing about it is, like the rest of him, it’s cool when he slides in at first. But he warms to her body temperature quickly, and then they’re both holding still and quivering.

“Gods, Sable,” he gasps, his body tense to not drive into her from the get-go. “You’re so tight, you feel so perfect around me…”

“‘S-Starion, f-fuck you feel…you feel so good, y-you…p-please move, please!”

He groans and kisses her again before moving his hips. He rolls against her, dragging his cock almost all the way out before pushing back in, the motion he uses and the size of him letting him hit every sensitive spot almost at once. She moans brokenly into his mouth as he loves her, as he traps her into this abyss of pleasure. She’s surprised her skin isn’t on fire, how warm she feels, how desperate she is for him.

He shifts, pulling her legs up and over his shoulders, and if she thought he was deep before…He hits a spot inside her now that makes her squeal, and he growls at the sound and speeds up, pushing and pressing into that spot over and over until she’s sobbing in pleasure.

He breaks the kiss as he snakes one hand between them, and all but snarls into her ear. “You’re going to come,” he rasps, his fingers finding her clit and beginning to trace quick circles over the engorged bud. “You’re going to come, and milk my cock, and I’m going to bite you and drink your pleasure.”

“Yes!” she cries, muffled into his shoulder, feeling that tightening in her lower belly already. “Yes, please, Astarion, oh gods oh shit I, y-you, I-I–!”

Her orgasm shatters her. He catches her scream into his left palm, his right still rapidly rubbing her clit, and he pulls her head to the side and bites down on her neck. His hips stutter as his own orgasm hits him with the force of the nautoloid crash, heightened by her blood bubbling up into his mouth. She tastes even better now, her flavor bright and thick with heady pleasure, and the cry he utters is nearly broken.

Neither of them know how long they writhe together, how long they stay high, soaring the bright skies of endless rapture hand in hand and bodies intertwined. When Sable comes back to herself, she finds Astarion nuzzling into the bite marks on her neck, every so often licking at them to get a lingering taste of her pleasure-addled blood. “‘S-Starion…” she all but slurs, sweaty and blissfully sore.

“Sable,” he purrs, shifting his focus to pepper kisses where her jaw and neck meet. “That was perfect. You’re perfect. Gods, what you do to me…”

They aren’t sure how long they lay together, basking in the afterglow, the vampire’s cock slowly softening and slipping out of her channel. They both hiss at the motion, before he presses one more gentle, fond kiss to the column of her throat and shifts off her.

He chuckles softly at her wine of protest. “Now now, darling, I’m just getting a rag to clean you up with. I don’t want you leaking all over my bedroll.”

She turns crimson and hides her face. “A-Astarion!”

“What?” He laughs softly, gently wiping her clean. “No reason to be embarrassed, darling. Spread your legs a little wider, there’s my good girl.” He hears her heart skip a beat when he calls her that, and his playful grin darkens to something slightly more…calculating. “Well now…won’t that be fun to play with one of these days,” he purrs.

But she doesn’t get the chance to say anything, because Shadowheart suddenly speaks from next to the tent. “Are you two lovebirds going to stay in bed all day? We have things to do, you know.”

“Ugh.” Astarion scowls at the woman’s silhouette. “How long have you been lurking there, Shadowheart? If you were hoping to hear something, you’ve missed the show.” Sable squeaks and immediately shapeshifts into her cat form, wriggling out underneath the tent wall and running away. “Now look what you’ve done!”

“Don’t blame this on me, Astarion,” she says calmly, already turning to leave. “You’re the one who said something perverted.”

There’s a rustle as he pulls his clothes on and unties the tent, and by the time he comes out the cleric has already walked off. He frowns in the direction he thinks she went, then looks around for signs of Sable. Nowhere to be found, and there’s too much going on in this place to track her by scent.

He sighs. “I’ll let her have some time alone,” he murmurs to himself. “Later on, I’ll make sure she’s all right. Honestly…this is why I hate fucking in camp.”

He grabs his sewing kit and heads off to find the group, and if his thoughts stray constantly to his skittish new lover…well. As long as no one uses the tadpoles to pry into his mind, who’s to stop him from fantasizing?

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion x tav #bg3 #my writing

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nirikeehan · 1 year

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Happy Friday, ol Buddy ol Pal! For Temperence & Templars AU, something with Laela and #6 Green eyes with tears, from the Evocative Images prompts?

HI DEMA have some Laela being schemesy toward Cullen in my next chapter of Temperance and Templars. This takes place in the middle of a big ass party on the Trevelyan estate and Cullen is trying unsuccessfully to track down Thalia, who is supposed to meet a suitor tonight. Lady Arabella is a previously established friend of Laela's.

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 1070

CW: Brief oblique reference to sexual assault

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Cullen paced the corridor, his anxiety mounting. He was not made for these schemes and machinations. It just made him all the more eager to remove Thalia from this den of beasts entirely. She’d be safer in a Circle, surrounded by people who cared about her, and then he wouldn’t have to worry about Lord Whoever from the Madfort or whether a three-fingered knight wanted to blackmail her.

He was wasting time. He had to find her before anyone else did. Cullen started down the hall, away from the muffled sounds of the revels, toward the main library. He’d check there first, and if Thalia was not there, he at least had the advantage of knowing where her personal library was—

He was halted by a hand on his arm. Startled, Cullen began to wrench it away, only to look up and into the haunting violet eyes of Lady Arabella Merton. Sable ringlets strayed from a veil artfully arranged on the top of her head, and her pale cheeks glowed rosy in the light from the wall-mounted sconce. She really was quite beautiful. Don’t forget, she supposedly poisoned her husband.

“Ser Cullen,” Lady Arabella said, a hint of distress in your tone. “Thank the Maker you’re here. Lady Laela begs your assistance.”

Wrong sister, he wanted to tell her. “What’s the matter?” he asked, forcing aside his uncharitable thoughts. With a guest list this expansive, any number of misfortunes could have happened.

“I would rather let Laela herself tell it,” Arabella said demurely, averting her eyes. No one’s eyes were that purple, Cullen found himself thinking. Had she access to magic herself, to cast a glamour? It would be the least surprising secret of the night, if so.

Cullen stifled a sigh. “All right.” Arabella turned, skirts swirling about her ankles, and tugged him down the corridor with one delicate hand clutching his sleeve.

“Have you seen Lady Thalia?” he asked, trying to keep exasperation from his voice.

“I spied her in the foyer earlier,” Arabella admitted. “She was greeting someone at the front door, I believe.”

Cullen’s heart leapt into his throat. “Was it Lord Lewis? Of the Madfort?”

“I couldn’t say, Ser Cullen.”

Arabella grinned apologetically, pushing open the door to the terrace. The cool, damp night air hit him in the face. It was difficult to believe the height of the day had been so hot. A steady rain still fell, pattering relentlessly against the stones of the terrace, though the worst of the storm seemed to have passed.

Arabella gestured him forward. Under the dripping vine-covered awning sat Laela, her hairnet askew, blond hair a sheet across her face. She looked wilted and damp, her cream-and-blue dress pooling out beneath her as she sat on a low wall. She looked up. He was taken aback by the tears shining in her green eyes.

“Ser Cullen.” She reached out one hand to him. Her voice had lost its normal saccharine barbs. “You didn’t need to come.”

“Lady Arabella insisted.” Cullen stepped forward, carefully, but did not take her hand. The scar above his lip itched. “Are you all right?”

Laela’s shoulders slumped. She drew the back of her palm across her eyes. “I seem to have twisted my ankle while dancing.”

“Out here? In the rain?” Cullen was aware of how callous he sounded in his skepticism.

Laela snorted. “Where else? That’s where Bann Reginald likes to conduct his dances, if you catch my meaning.”

Cullen shifted his weight uncomfortably. He crossed his arms across his chest. He didn’t want to be taken for a fool again, but ignoring the implication of her words would make him worse than dishonorable. Laela herself had told him of her fondness for nooks and crannies. “Did he try anything untoward, this— Bann Reginald?” He of the third wife nearly Thalia’s age.

Cullen wished abruptly for the entire estate to be set ablaze, the fire consuming every grotesque noble therein.

Laela reached out her arm again. “If you would just escort a lady inside, discreetly?” Her silence on the matter seemed confirmation enough.

Cullen shut his eyes for a moment. An image of Thalia assaulted him, alone with Lord Lewis, his tall shadow from the fire cast over her. (Why did this shadow look so much like Uldred? He did not have time to wonder.)

He opened them again, but it was still Laela before him, not Thalia. Swallowing hard, he stepped closer and took her hand, helping her up. “Here, lean on me. Do not put weight on the bad ankle.”

Laela slid in close, her hip pressing against his side through the fabric of her gown. She threw an arm across his shoulder. She was taller than her sister, and doing so nearly brought them eye to eye. Cullen tore his gaze away, turning so that he could ask Lady Arabella to hold the door for them, but she had mysteriously vanished.

“I find that scar rather becomes you, Ser Cullen,” Laela purred.

Cullen felt her finger on his lip. He tensed and pulled away from her. Someone with an injured ankle would totter and fall to the wet stones, but Laela regained her balance with grace. Cullen felt disgust rising from his gut.

“Was Bann Reginald ever even out here?” he demanded.

Laela let out a tragic sigh. “Andraste, no. He was too busy trying to sneak a hand up Lady Rosalind’s skirts.”

Cullen turned and stormed toward the door. His hand reach for the knob when he heard Laela’s voice pierce the dark from behind him.

“She’ll betray you.”

Cullen froze.

“My sister, I mean. She’s playing sweetness and light with you now, but you shouldn’t fall for it. It’s not you she’s interested in, Ser Cullen. She’s a devious little thing.”

Laela glided past him and pulled the door open, holding it for him. “You’re not the first Templar she’s done this to, after all.” Her smile was bright and sharp.

Cullen’s mouth went dry.

“She’ll play you like a fiddle and leave you ruined. Is that how you’d like to end your career?” Laela chuckled. “If you thought about it, you’d see I’m the superior choice.”

“I need to be going,” Cullen said stiffly.

Laela shrugged. “Have it your way. I’m not holding you back, am I?”

Not physically, no. Cullen took a deep breath and stepped inside, leaving Laela behind on the damp terrace.

#cullen rutherford #thalia trevelyan #cullen x trevelyan #laela trevelyan #temperance and templars au #fics #dragon age drunk writing circle

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stronghours · 9 months

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2023 yule bash menu Alpha - victory lap

SAVORIES

Spiced boiled beef - (17 people annihilated a three pound bottom round of Experiment Meat - I also liked the beef but frankly im kind of astounded at the public reception and wondering if people are pulling my leg. condiments were salted cucumber, mustards, my homemade chili jam, etc.)

Baked sandwich loaf - (did a twisted loaf formation which, in my hubris, did not really gel and each slice of bread subdivided into three separate units when sliced - not the end of the world. I am NOT getting the hang of instant yeast. a good friend's mom sent me a thank-you email that asked if the bread had been Irish soda bread and I was like fuck that would have been WAY more convenient, dammit, thanks a lot Kit)

herbed buttermilk biscuits - (chives & tarragon)

Priyaniki - (a good 1/3 of the honey used was chestnut honey and oh boy does that flavor prevail. can't taste a lick of the anise)

Melomakarona - (generally, the socially easy fav. don't think I did the syrup right this year, the walnut topping didn't want to stick like it used to)

sables bretons - (used cute little cutters for these! scalloped circles and diamonds. probably the best they've turned out in the years of making, still working on the texture/thickness)

CAKE/ISH

the black cake, w/royal icing - (icing this thing makes it WAY more approachable to the Partygoer -easily the most black cake consumed by a party body in the five years of me throwing this damn thing. and in my opinion, the best black cake batch I've ever made - in a fit of pique I removed the egg casing/chalazae from a dozen yolks and made my own browning. I was so sad when I made this cake this year)

country Christmas cake, smothered with quince jam, marzipan, and royal icing - (I was so unhappy with the first try I had to make it again. I almost left it but I was like, NO. I invited my friend above over to watch me bake it while they knitted and then they helped me move a ton of furniture, due to my agonies)

DRINKS

mulled wine - it was there!

eggnog - today, I saw a "sadist dom top" on the Internet say how disgusting eggnog is (curdled mayo - heard it!) personally, I don't think this man is very tough. personally, this man can suck chalazae. online, bitching, like the bitch he is!

GELATINS

three-layer lemon honeycomb mold - half-collapsed?? bad gelatin luck two years in a row! despair!

black velvet & cream jelly - would not leave it's kennel for ages, but held together in one piece, thank god.

last year's party, I enacted a "I am preparing only desserts" rule, which ended up in my accidentally starving myself for a day and a night. this year, someone came up to me and said "thank you so much for not doing desserts-only this year" so now, I guess, I can put doing that again right out of my mind.

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pawjamas · 2 years

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I just saw your Isabelle header on mobile and it's so cute!!!! If you don't mind my asking, who are your favorite animal crossing characters? ~ 🦇

tysm !! 💗

my favs are isabelle, sable, celeste, kicks, and blanca for npcs !

my fav villagers are felicity, kabuki, julian, petri (she’s a Huge fav i love her so much), molly, whitney, dora (childhood fav), judy, and i’ve grown very fond of melba!

also just a side fact.. my fav two villager personalities are cranky & normal, i grew very attached to my cranky villagers as a kid (including kabuki !!)

thank you for the ask i’m always happy to talk abt my longest lasting special interest ^w^ ❣️

#letters 💌#🦇 anon

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fumikomiyasaki · 2 years

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Emma & Tarak

Damián & Carol

Lucas & Tyler

Sable & Lyla

Promposal

It was hard for Emma to even think about how to approach asking someone out to prom... there were tons of Fans and student just waiting to ask her out and she didn't want to waist time rejecting each of them... what she turned to was a trick that Gregory mentioned... a potion that could change her looks for a day but... what she didn't know Was that similar to Greg she turned into a male Version of herself... at least this way she could be undetected and sneak out... she also used a disguise to Pose as a NRC student... the tail will definetly get her into Savanaclaw.

And so she walked past many students unnoticed and found Tarak cleaning something up as she tapped on his shoulder.

"I don't think I have seen you around here are you a freshman?"

"Seems my disguise is so good I even fool you, let me help you with your memory..."

She undid her tie and showed the same Spot her Female self had on her chest. He blinked before realizing an growing red.

"Emma why are you male right now?"

"Greg's options... nevermind... I have something to ask you."

"What is it?"

"Will you go to the Prom with me?"

His face went in an Instant red over his ears...

"Wait with me?"

"Yes, why would I go to you directly then?"

"I... Yes of course I just... didn't expect you to ask me."

She smirked satisfied...

"Don't worry I will come to prom as myself though. Let's talk Later... I will likely stay for the rest of the Day like this so I have to hide for now."

"Okay I text you later. "

As usual Carol was overthinking everything... of course she knew excactly that she wanted to share a dance at prom with Damián, use this to maybe get closer to him but... she hardly know at times how to approach him... given most of the time He was in his dorm she also didn't know If he even could come but... this was her day to get the courage and make the first step... She took a deep breath and approached him seeing him play with kids... but seeing his smile her courage faded...

“Mi Amor... Good to see you. Did you come to visit the kittens?”

“I actually... w-wanted to talk to you...”

“Oh? I am all ears... “

She looked up at him a bit nervous, lightly chewing on her lips in hope to get the words across.

“Damián.... w-would you maybe like to be my date to the prom... if you have the time or even can come?”

He was surprised at first but then picked her up on instinct to look into her face which made her blush deeper.

“I would love to share such a night with you... I was actually planning on askin you myself with a good line but you beat me to it..”

“R-really I... um... don’t know what to say... Thank you...”

He let her down knowing she was still a little nervous and took her invitation.

“Maybe that day we could even celebrate a little bit longer than the prom.”

“Um... if you wanna... I will try m-my best to look good for you.”

“Mi Amor... you are always beautifull.”

And this was her limit. she hid her face behind her notebook.

“I see you l-later then.”

She had to escape before her heart would burst out of her chest. but she wanted to scream out of happiness that it worked.

Hearing of this prom... Tyler was never good with such things... but he didn’t want to look unprofessional and wasn’t allowed to get there alone... so he went with the safest option... Asking the person he felt closest to. And so as was already in Mjestamode to gather some left over fabrics from than he stopped by Lucas work place.

“A pleasure to see you, what brings you here today?”

“I have a favour to ask.”

Tyler was blunt and just handed him the invitation.

“A prom?”

“I didn’t know who to ask so... you kinda plopped into my head first.”

Lucas noticed the visible annoyance in his face but broke it with a softer look at him.

“If it makes the night more bearable for you. I would be interested to come... we could make the outfits for it a joined project.”

He was met by one of Tylers rare small smiles.

“That is a good idea... then lets discuss on it.”

Lyla was unsure what to do... if she even was interested in the prom... but hearing Carol and Leroy go she thought, why not at least try it. But still she was unsure who to ask at first... untill she found a gift she had gotten before in her lab that remembered her who she could ask...

At night time she waited at her window, given she did leave a note to Sable to stop by it... and as hoped for her came there.

“Its odd to be called out here without me visting you on my own... you wanted to talk about something.”

He seemed a little hesitant but she met him with an inviting smile.

“I have something and I wanted to give you.”

She handed him the invitation and as he read through it he gasped and looked at her red.

“W-wait you wanted to---”

“Yes I want you to go to the prom with me... after all I think I would have more fun with you. Um are you okay?”

She noticed him fumbling a little nervous with his wings but he nodded quickly.

“I would love to go with you.... but um... you know I can come only pretty late.”

“Thats totally fine... I have friends to chill with till then.”

While she saw it more calm to him it was an opportunity to get closer... one he didn’t want to mess up.

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#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #twst ocs #twisted wonderland fanschool #emma yuki #emma x tarak #carol ann #carol x damián #tyler nerington #tyler x lucas #lyla atsuki #lyla x sable

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favefandomimagines · 4 years

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I’m Here (ace.)

Summary: when you and your oldest friend find out a secret, who will be there to help you to cope?

AN: YAY my first ace fic! for creative purposes, this is probably non canon

tags: @derekmorganscrocs @bookish-bucky @remmyswritings

It was easy to assume that you weren’t having the easiest couple of days. Your oldest and closest friend, Nancy Drew, almost died in a mental institution, the boy who was the subject of your affection, Ace, well, his ex girlfriend showed up but then left. Again. And then you found out that you have been lied to your entire life.

Thanks to Nancy’s friend John Sander and Ace testing the bones and Nancy sending in your hair unbeknownst to you, to test against the hair found when examining Dead Lucy’s remains.

You were pacing in The Claw after John and Nancy had broken the news and you were freaking out, putting it lightly. “W-Why would you get my hair tested too?” You stammered. “I had suspicions that you were Lucy and Ryan’s daughter. You look just like her and I needed to make sure I was wrong.” Nancy explained.

“Oh well you figured it out, Nancy! Ryan and Lucy are my parents, for christ sake!” You snapped. “Y/N, breathe.” Ace interjected. “No, Ace! How is everyone so calm with this? My entire life has been a lie. I was told my real parents didn’t want me. That the last thing they wanted was a kid and they dropped me off at the fire station. Come to find out my real mother was probably murdered.” You rebutted.

The room fell silent as you scoffed before exiting the establishment.

The next day, you sat on the front porch of your house after confronting your mom about what you found out. She had told you that Kate and Carson Drew had called her telling her what happened with Lucy on the Bluffs. That she had a daughter that night and they couldn’t take care of her. Your mother was Kate’s closest friend and knew how much having a child meant to her. It was almost like a miracle.

“How’d it go?” Ace’s voice asked. You looked up and saw the lanky blonde approach you before sitting down on the steps. “Okay to say the least. She told me what happened that night to Lucy. Carson and Kate called her, my mom took me and the rest is history.” You explained.

“Are you gonna tell Ryan?” He questioned. “I don’t know. I feel like I should. Nancy called me and told me that Ryan is hell bent on finding out if Lucy actually had a baby, odds are he’s not going to want me. Lucy got rid of me, why would Ryan want a kid the mother didn’t want?” You answered. “I don’t think that’s true.” Ace said.

You looked over at him, eyebrows furrowed, not sure what he meant by that. “If I were Ryan and you told me I could have you in my life, I’d jump at the chance to have that.” He added. You gave him a small, bashful smile before it fell quickly.

“He won’t even believe me if I told him. All I have that proves I’m his daughter are baby pictures and an old compass that my mom said is supposedly a Hudson family heirloom.” You said. “Well, if Ryan doesn’t believe you because of the fact you look just like Lucy Sable then that’s on him.” Ace said. “Will you come with me? I don’t think I can do this without you.” You asked.

Ace smiled at you as he nodded his head. You were grateful that Ace agreed because you didn’t have anyone else.

You had your mom but even then you knew she wasn’t your real mom. Your whole life was a mystery and now you had the chance to get some clarity.

You and Ace made your way to Ryan Hudson’s house, your heart feeling as if it were going to burst through your chest.

Ace parked the car in front of the large house but neither of you moved. “I don’t think I can do this.” You whispered. “Hey, look at me. I’ll be right there the whole time. You can do this.” Ace said, taking your hand.

You swallowed the lump in your throat before getting out of the car. You rang the doorbell and waited a few moments and then the door opened.

“Y/N, Ace? What are you guys doing here?” Ryan asked upon seeing you. You held the folder in your hand tightly as you looked at him. “Um, there’s something we need to talk about.” You answered.

It was his turn to be confused but he moved aside to let you both in the house anyways. “What’s going on?” He asked.

You handed him the folder of the DNA results Nancy had gotten comparing you with Lucy Sable, as well as baby pictures of you and Lucy that you’d gotten from the Horseshoe Bay newspaper.

He opened the folder and read in silence as you took the compass out of your bag. “Nancy told me that you believed Lucy was pregnant before she died.” You started. Ace could sense your apprehension and subtly laced his fingers with yours to calm you down.

“She was. Then that night on the Bluffs, she delivered the baby. A baby girl. And that baby girl was me.” You added.

“I’m Lucy Sable’s daughter. Your daughter, Ryan. And I’m not here to get money or a pay out to keep quiet. I’m here because I’ve been told my whole life that my parents didn’t want me and I need closure. If you don’t want to admit I’m you daughter and you don’t want to be apart of my life, fine. I’ll pretend I don’t know anything. I just needed to confront my dad.” You added, your eyes welling with tears.

Ryan looked from the folder and up to you. As he was looking at you, he could see that you looked so much like Lucy. But you looked like him too. You had the same nose he did and a similar eye shape and the color was almost identical.

“Y-You’re my daughter?” He questioned quietly. “I brought that and the compass to prove it.” You answered. “But your family was never supposed to know. Lucy wanted to keep me away from you.” You added.

The room was quiet, no one knew what to say. Then Ryan moved quickly towards you and hugged you. Like he was hugging a lost loved one and technically he was.

“I knew it. You look just like her.” Ryan muttered. “I’ll, uh, give you two a moment.” Ace said before stepping outside.

It took a few seconds to hug back, but you did.

It was a strange feeling that you weren’t used to. You didn’t know what it was like to have such a familial moment.

You pulled apart and he scanned over your face, seeing Lucy in you.

“Why can’t anyone know?” He asked. “Lucy told Carson and Kate to keep me away from the Hudson’s. That included you.” You answered. “If you knew, they’d find out too.” You added.

Ryan was quiet for a moment before shaking his head. “I missed the first 19 years of your life because of my family. You thought your own dad didn’t want you. Because of them.” He said.

You looked down at your feet, not really knowing what to say in that moment. “I-I need time before I can just 100% accept that you’re my dad.” You stammered. “I understand. But I’m here. If you need anything at all.” Ryan replied.

You nodded your head and gave him a small smile before leaving the large house. And there was Ace, standing by your car. He was always there it seemed.

“Are you okay?” He asked, once he noticed your presence. “I’m okay. I just feel like I’m completely alone, you know?” You replied. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.” Ace said.

You leaned against the car next to him and rested your head on his shoulder. “I don’t know what I’d do without you sometimes. It seems you’re always saving me.” You told him with a laugh.

“I should be telling you the same thing. Finding out who caused Laura’s car to crash. You did that for me.” He told you. “If I may be so bold, there’s a lot I would do for you, Ace.” You confessed.

Ace looked down at you, you still resting your head on his shoulder.

“There’s a lot I’d do for you too. I know I haven’t been the best at showing it sometimes, especially with Laura, but you mean the world to me Y/N. I’ve always had a thing for you I was just terrible at owning up to it.” He told you.

You lifted your head up and looked at him, not sure if you were hearing him correctly. “Funny, I’ve always had a thing for you too.” You said.

“We’ve been pretty stupid this whole time, haven’t we?” Ace asked. “Yeah, pretty much.” You laughed. “Well, what do you say? Wanna make this official?” He questioned.

“When you put it like that, how can I say no?” You replied. This wasn’t the ideal way you wanted you and Ace to get together but having him is better than not having him at all.

#ace nancy drew #ace nancy drew x reader #ace imagine #ace #imagine #imagines #nancy drew characters #nancy drew imagine

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girlvinland · 3 years

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Looks like Little beat me to Ciaran, so I will ask for Gough! And how about Yuria (DS3) I like Yuria

We got all the knights here, ty ☺️

Gough 🎯

Sexuality Headcanon: I mainly HC him as ace, but a lot of that is because I have no idea about sexuality/reproduction w/ giants lol (??)

Gender Headcanon: Like I suppose a cis man simply because I also have no idea about giant gender things - do we know if female giants even exist? Someone else with better knowledge of this help me. I think the most info on giants we ever got was in DS2 but were they even the same species of giants like Gough?? I don't know!!

A ship I have with said character: Giant Blacksmith and also not against the Kalameet thing t b h

A BROTP I have with said character: Giant Archer! Also Orn (as per the Orn ask lol). And also also Gwyndolin, as a trainer and mentor. Oh man, I love to think about that - that's just so wholesome 🥺

A NOTP I have with said character: I think if I'm willing to ship him w/ Kalameet there are no lows I won't reach for this one. The main problem is he is so lorg

A random headcanon: I have a thought that perhaps he is very old and had a hand in building Anor Londo (since we see giants being used for labor/enslaved), but then gained favor with Gwyn due to his incredible vision and skill. My thought - the keep is getting built, some random dragons keep trying to make themselves known, Gough just takes one out of the sky w/ like, a column or giant piece of material they were using and everyone is just like 👀 Give that man a bow!!

General Opinion over said character: He's just so fucking cool. I know he is probably the least favored of the Four but like I think From did him good in DS1. They make you want to just sit there and talk to him for days, it's a shame his ending is the way it is. But I think it also says a lot about him, and that he doesn't need much to find his own contentedness. He wasn't doing this for glory or honor, but perhaps simply because he was following whatever path his life took.

Yuria Ooooooo

Sexuality Headcanon: She's a lesbian, I believe this firmly lol

Gender Headcanon: Woman, but I think I care less about whether she's trans or cis or anything else

A ship I have with said character: Ashen One, also Friede (I'm sorry). Do people ship Yuria and Karla? I think that might be fun.

Also. My mind just went to a place where AO has feelings for Orbeck and Yuria has feelings for AO and is just like, "Ashen One, you just gotta kill him, I promise, he wants to become Lord of Hollows, you gotta believe me and murder his ass."

A BROTP I have with said character: I should consider this more. The obvious answer would be Yoel but part of me wants to believe she just tolerates Yoel. I think I might just be projecting though.

A NOTP I have with said character: Orbeck, Idk I just can't

A random headcanon: I will be real and say I truly have not thought a ton about her. I feel like in her time over at Firelink she would be less inclined to make allies and more likely to eavesdrop on everything that is said in its walls. Which probably would make sense given the end goal of herself and the Sable Church. It would be a big benefit for them to have someone there so they know what's happening with this whole lord and fire-linking situation.

General Opinion over said character: She has one of the coolest NPC designs for sure. I don't believe I ended up doing the Usurption of Fire ending my first time through, even though I think I did everything required for it thanks to some help - I just like the twists and turns of that questline and the fact that she has a fairly active role in it. I want to research more about her and the Sable Church, but I think by the time I got to DLC I was getting a little worn down.

Ty I have had fun answering these!

#ask bug #ask memes #sealer of wenkamui #also i havent had enough caffeine yet so if that got rambly or hard to follow i apologize

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elivanto · 3 years

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thank you for making me read the thrawn books they’re amazing

i’ve just finished alliances and ik it’s not about her (i’m sorry i’m just obsessed w her) but every ahsoka reference shot me in the face

anyways I didn’t think I could love anything as much as thrawn and eli’s dynamic but the one between thrawn and vader is right up there sdkjjksl

re: ahsoka SAME THOUGH. when padme explained the marg sabl to thrawn i was deadass tearing up. snips and skyguy 🥺 and the fact that it became one of thrawn’s favorite maneuvers in space battles—

AND I KNOW RIGHT SKSKSK the thrawn & vader dynamic is SO delightful and i wanted to throw my “book” (my phone, sigh) at the wall every time they went into intense staring at each other mode ahsgdjs i’m still shook that vader didn’t choke half of the chimaera’s crew to death with the way thrawn gave him backtalk smh

thank you for this ask ♥️♥️♥️

#it’s no longer the gay agenda it’s the ‘hanna makes everyone read the thrawn novels’ agenda #😈😈😈#ask #anonymous #thrawn alliances #sw lit

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loyally-unfaithful · 4 years

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—; say lend me a coat ?

word count: 1246

pairing: upgraded connor | rk900 x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: the days become shorter and the nights longer, the wind stronger, biting at your flesh. autumn will soon pass and detroit will welcome winter once more. as the fireplace crackles, ember dancing wildly, you snuggle against your partner, excited for what this new season will bring.

a/n: heyyyyy, it’s been a while since my last fic, yea? school’s been kicking me in the arse, so why not seek affection from fictional characters? sounds like a swell plan. just wanted to write a short fic w nines,,, there was no defined plot in my head ajdhksdjkd any and all feedbacks are appreciated ^^

when you opened your eyes, the sky was a dark sable, signaling you that it was late in the evenings, if not nearing dawn. you blinked blearily and rubbed your eyes, clearing your vision by just a fraction. you watched the flames dance in the fireplace, listening to it crackle.

only now do you notice the soft knitted blanket that embraced your frame, keeping you comfortably warm. the blanket you don’t remember falling asleep in. you smiled softly, fuzzy feeling in your heart knowing your boyfriend placed it on you. such a mundane thing, yet it manages to create such a warm feeling.

you sat up, carefully wrapping the blanket around you, cocooning yourself in the warmth. you took a comfortable sigh basking in the cosy atmosphere, when the soft click of a glass being placed on a surface startled you, making you yelp softly.

« you’re awake. »

dulcet voice immediately calming you down. turning around, you barely make out nines’ silhouette by the dining table. the only thing confirming his presence was his soothingly pleasant voice and the led that shone softly, illuminating his immediate surroundings in a calm and ethereal blue. he approached you with purposeful strides and seated himself besides you, while you quietly watched his graceful gait. how did you snag such an stunning man?

« it’s still dark, you should go back to sleep my love. he says, in that honeyed voice that you so adored. – what… what time is it? you asked between a yawn. he cocked his head slightly to left. – it’s still 6:37 am, still plenty of time to rest. »

you hummed mindlessly before shucking off your blanket, cringing at the slight cold. « i wanna watch the sunrise. » he raised a brow, face unreadable besides for the slight change. « the others will be worried if they noticed that we disappeared. – they’ll be fine. you said nonchalantly, dragging the last word. plus they’ve got connor. » nines watched you silently, led turning but still a captivating cobalt. you waited patiently, watching the soft red orange hues permeating from the fireplace and the delicate sapphire from the android bounce off of each other.

« there’s no way for me to convince you otherwise is there? »

finally breaking the silence, you answered him with a enthusiastic shake of the head and a jovial « nope » as you hopped off the recliner. you made your way to the shoe storage, eagerly grabbing your boots and dashing for the front door.

« don’t forget your… coat. » nines sighed. you slipped away before he could’ve finished his sentence. his careless human. did you not realise that you could get sick? he gingerly put on his coat and slipped on his boots before going out to catch up to you. meeting you a little bit out in the trail, he reprimanded you about your lack of sense of self-preservation. at least you had half a mind to wear a scarf. you brushed off the comment, shooting a quick « we’ll miss it if we go back » as you followed the predetermined path. the man besides you exhaled softly, taking your hand, wrapping your cold one in warmth.

you both walked alongside each other, both peacefully quiet, the soft hooting of owls and the chirping of birds who roused from their slumber. it was connor’s suggestion to take a breather out of the city, and you had to admit that it was a lovely ideas. nice to be away from the suffocatingly loud ambiance of the city and go out to the refreshing peripheries. the soft crunch of snow under you accompanied you two until you reached a forest clearing at the end of the passage: an open area slightly elevated from where the cottage stood, with a lake in the middle, separating one side from the other.

you gaped at the magnificent sight, the shimmering waters adorned with trees. you stood by the edge and took in the sight, tranquil smile gracing your face. one nines loved. one that he couldn’t help but mirror. you glanced up at the ebony sky, a few stars still visible. the stressful and busy city life that consumed you all, the many reminders that told you that this planet is decaying, all these pessimistic factors. it was hard to remember that nature still has beauty to offer, if one were to look for it hard enough. like here. looking to the other side, which you assumed could be reached by following a different trail, you wistfully thought out loud: « do you think i’d see my patronus on the other side of the lake? »

your partner glanced at you briefly before replying: « i don’t think i recognise that reference. » you chuckle at his response before casually shaking your head, mumbling a « nevermind. » you peered back at the heavens, unhooking your fingers from his (much to his chagrin), to cup your hands before you and breathe hot air on it, numb hands searching for heat. you shivered slightly, sneezing, as the cold finally got to you. you reflexively wrapped your arms around yourself to conserve heat when a weight settled on your shoulder, warm fabric draped over you.

« take my jacket, it’s cold outside. »

his velvety voice, pleasant as always, cut through the silence, and you took the coat graciously, thanking him as you sniffled.

you continued to sniffle softly, the cold making your nose itchy, as you watched the vast stygian sky is slowly imbued, filled, by a radiant light. the caliginous sky progressively turning lighter, from a stark black to a luminescent heather. the sun slowly rose, irradiating the woods. the snow under your boot glimmering under the soft light. the star announcing daybreak, the dawn of a new day.

« it’s beautiful isn’t it? you wondered. – i must admit it is quite a splendid sight. he mused. » you casually leant on your partner, who wrapped an arm around you as you rested your eyes. if you listened closely, you could hear the calming thrum of his “heart”. nuzzling closer into him, he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head as he cradled you. you were glad that you got to spend yet another wonderful day him. a sudden but delicate cold landed upon your features, bringing you out of your idyllic contemplation. the new day brought upon fresh snowfall, snowflakes landing gently around you.

« nines look! you exclaimed happily, snow! » he watched you adoringly as you splayed out your hands trying to catch the snow, staring happily at the white particles. you glanced back at him, grinning. you were astonished at the sight of his gentle smile—eyes crinkling slightly—trademark immaculate hair was uncharacteristically unruly as it swayed gently with the wind, sharp features contrasted with the soft morning light. a sight almost as rare as snow in 2041 caused you to smile even brighter.

you both basked in the sunlight for a few moments, as close as humanly possible to each other, appreciating the serene weather when a particularly unkind gust of wind made your boyfriend suggest that you both make your way back to the cottage, lest you catch a cold. you were more than compliant, frigid and aching body begging to go back to the cosy and warm haven. as you walked back down the trail, hand in hand, you announced: « i wanna sleep now… »

a statement that nines rolled his eyes to, smile still plastered on both of your faces. « don’t make me say i told you so. »

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janellion · 4 years

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if the hq boys had dogs pt.2

please see pt.1 here!

note: anon asked about what dogs the neighborhood boys have. i know nothing about dogs and have never had one, i just went with the Vibes

konoha

has a ferret, specifically a black sable

thank you @strawbirb for this one hehe

nishinoya

bull terrier

Keen, Sweet-Tempered, Active, Protective, Trainable

ok i won’t lie i find these dogs to be very weird looking

but noya LOVES them

he thinks they have the sweetest faces and wanted to adopt his puppy as soon as he saw him

akaashi

is a cat person

will hang with dogs and loves to visit bokuto and play w his dog

but will not get one of his own

kageyama

labradoodle

intelligent, calm, affectionate, extroverted

IDK WHY BUT THIS SCREAMED KAGS TO ME

asahi

has either a newfoundland or chihuahua

probably both

newfoundland: Sweet-Tempered, Trainable, Gentle

chihuahua: : Lively, Devoted, Alert, Courageous, Quick

lev

italian greyhound

Mischievous, Affectionate, Intelligent, Agile, Companionable, Athletic

aone

burmese mountain dog

affectionate, Intelligent, Loyal, Faithful

☽

the images and temperament descriptions are all taken from a google search!

taglist (also faves 🥰): @oyakags @cosmictooru @over5feettall @kaidasen @achoohq @kuronekomama @anianimol @strawbirb @spriteandnicotine

the neighborhood taglist: @shoyosun @the-kool-aid-man-is-real @sakusakxyoomi

dog taglist: @my-mass-hysteria @cookiebutterscotch22

#pt 2!!!#give the boys dogs!!!#these are the ones i had off the top of my head #sorry if your fave wasnt included ):#janellion writes #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu!! hcs #hq hcs #hq!! hcs

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echoes-of-the-clockwork · 4 years

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Book Three: Pestilence (Ignis x Reader) Chapter Five

"Well," Gladio stares up at the volcano. "It's an uphill climb."

"Looks pretty insurmountable to me," Prompto comments as they approach the pathway up the Rock of Ravatogh. He glanced down at rocky path up ahead before looking at the white-haired girl's feet. "You really sure you don't need shoes, (Y/n)?"

She shook her head. "I've made this trek before. I'll be fine, Prompto."

Stepping onto the uneven, jagged path, the boys all watched as the Horseman didn't even wince as her bare feet made contact with it.

"That's gotta hurt..." Noctis mumbled.

"Not one bit," she grins.

"How's that even possible? I can feel the rocks digging through the soles of my shoes," Gladio said.

(Y/n) lifted up one of her feet and showed them. They gasped when they saw the bottom of her foot seemed to be made of ice. It was translucent and gleamed in the sun like ice. "Mana is even helpful outside of battle. You'd be surprised how versatile spells can be."

"Whoa..." Prompto muttered. "You're like...one-sixth ice sculpture. Can you turn your entire body into ice?"

"If I so desire, yes."

"Enough chitchat. Time to see what's waiting at the top," Gladio interrupted the two.

"Lemme guess: one aching back and two very sore feet," the blonde said.

"Like you couldn't use some meat on those legs of yours."

"They work for me."

Further up the path after defeating a couple of saphyrtails, Ignis spoke up. "Little out of our comfort zone."

"Why do I ever leave my car seat?" Prompto whined as he could already start to feel the toll of the climb.

"Only the most intriguing and rewarding things happen away from your comfort zone," (Y/n) remarks.

"You can say that again," Gladio chuckled.

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On the steepest incline of the path, the group could feel the strain of their muscles with every step. They lowered themselves to the ground in order to keep themselves from losing their balance. Prompto stumbles forward, but he grabbed a rock before he fell. "Killer climb, dude."

"It's killing me," Noctis whines, watching his every step closely.

"Feeling a steep pain," Ignis grunts.

(Y/n), being the one in the lead, glanced over her shoulder at the tactician. "Was that a pun, Ignis?" All he offered in response was a small grin. She giggled at his expression before continuing up the sloping path.

Halfway up, Prompto stops to catch his breath when he spots a glint in the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he spotted something on the ground. "Hey, what's-whoa!" His foot slips on the rock and he stumbles forward. When he thought he was going to topple over the edge and plummet to his death, two hands shot out and grabbed the back of his leather vest. His descent was halted and he looked back to see who his savior was. "T-Thanks, (Y/n)."

"Do tread carefully, Prompto," she warns, pulling him back and away from the ledge. Once he was steady on his own feet, she released him and continued on ahead. As she hoisted her body over one of the larger stones on the path, Gladio released a huff. "How the hell is the smallest one in the group beating the rest of us?"

"Don't...know..." Noctis sighs in exhaustion.

"(Y/n) is rather nimble," Ignis comments as he watches her beat them to the top. "A training lesson with her would be quite intriguing."

"Might just have to see what all the little lady is capable of in combat besides those fancy spells," Gladio huffs with laughter.

"Indeed," Ignis responded.

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"The hell's with the heat?" Noctis groaned, trudging up the path a few feet behind (Y/n).

"As we climb, so does the temperature," Ignis stated.

"I'm no geologist, but I'm pretty sure this is a volcano." Prompto uses the back of his hand to wipe the beads of sweat gathering across his forehead and cheeks. "Hey, what are the chances of it erupting while we're here?"

"Bright side-you won't suffer long if it does," Gladio answered.

When Prompto stepped forward, his arm brushed against (Y/n)'s and felt a small chill down his spine. He reached out at placed his hand against her arm to see if he was mistaken. "You're freezing! How're you not sweating like the rest of us?"

"My little secret," she smirked while placing a finger over her lips.

"Does it have to do with your magic?"

"Maybe...Maybe not."

"You couldn't-oh, I don't know...cast an ice spell and help us cool down?" He smiled innocently.

"Wuss," Gladio's deep voice teased.

"It's hot!" The sharpshooter protested.

"Just shut up and keep moving."

Prompto groaned and threw his head back, mumbling incoherently to himself. (Y/n) stepped past the blonde and led the boys further up the Rock of Ravatogh.

After defeating a few wyverns, they glanced up at the ledge above. Noctis placed his hands on the cliffside and searched for a place to anchor his hands and feet. Ignis adjusted his glasses, eyeing the cliff above. "Time to face the cliff head-on."

"By "face," you don't mean "climb"..." Prompto mumbled in hopes to avoid scaling the cliffside.

"You got a better way up the rock?" Gladio questioned.

"W-What about (Y/n)? She knows tons of spells! Maybe she can teleport us up there," he rebuttals.

Gladio smacked him on the back of the head. "Stop tryna worm your way out of every situation all because she's taggin' along."

"I'm not trying to get out of everything because (Y/n)'s here! It's just...I'm still exhausted from that other place."

"It's alright, Prompto. Morosely, I do not know a teleportation incantation," the snowy-haired girl told him. "Seems we all will have to ascend the cliffside without any shortcuts."

"Then what did you do last night? You just...vanished."

"That form of teleportation only works for a Horseman. It has a limitation of one person."

"That kinda sucks, but it's also cool! It's almost like Noct when he warps." He looked up at the cliff above and pointed to it. "Can you reach that far?"

(Y/n) gazed to where he pointed and vanished into a puff of smoke. Prompto glanced at the spot she once stood before looking back up the cliff and finding her staring down at them. "Whoa! Noct can't even warp that far!"

"Hey!" The prince yelled.

Pestilence watched from her perch as the boys climbed up the cliffside. When she feels a familiar hostile presence, her eyes widen and she spins around just as the thing tackles her over the edge of the cliff. She gasps as she felt her stomach drop and stares into the foggy eyes of one of her targets-the draugr.

She struggled against the monster, hearing the boys scream her name as she fell. Immense pain surged through her entire body as they landed, creating a large crater. The draugr, being the one on top, tore the blade from its chest and raised it above its head.

As it swung the weapon down to strike the Horseman, she fought through the pain and used both her feet to kick the creature away. She used a healing spell and briskly recovered, summoning her staff. She went to cast a spell, but she was interrupted by the draugr and forced to use her staff to block the sword. Seeing an opening, she kicks it in the side and jumps back.

With a deep breath, (Y/n) tapped her staff against the ground. Sable tendrils surged through the ground toward the draugr, bursting through the surface and wrapping around its undead body. It hissed as the tendrils tightened around its body before breaking free and charging at Pestilence. The tentacle-like shadows whipped around the Horseman, creating a protective shield and blocking the rustic blade from penetrating her body.

A single tendril knocked the blade out of the draugr's grip and lashed out, piercing through the corpse's chest and lifting it up into the air. With a powerful throw, the tentacle slammed the creature's body into a cliffside. The entire area shook and small spurts of lava sputtered out of the cracks created from the impact.

The same tendril wrapped around the corpse's spine and snapped its body into two. As the black tentacle-like appendage was about to pierce through the draugr's skull, it vanished, leaving behind its lower body.

(Y/n) sighed as the tendrils dissipated. She stared at the draugr's lower body before watching it decay into nothingness. Dispelling her staff, she placed a hand over her heart with a heavy sigh. "So close yet so far."

With another sigh, she teleported back up to the top of the cliff where the boys had made it safely up during the battle. She pulled at a few of her white locks, tugging ash out of her hair.

"Dude," she heard Prompto gasp. "That was like something straight out of a video game!"

"Are you injured?" Ignis questioned.

The Horseman shook her head with a minuscule smile. "I'm fine."

"What was that thing?" Noctis grimaced, the image of the terrifying monster seeded into his mind.

"A draugr-an undead warrior," she explains. "The being I sensed the previous night."

"You think it's been following us this entire time?" Gladio asked.

"I wouldn't be surprised. Alas, it vanished before I could finish the job," she admitted in defeat.

"Speaking of battles," Gladio started, crossing his arms and nodding toward the haven not too far ahead. "You think you could handle a round against me or Iggy?"

"Uh, I don't think now's the right time, Gladio," Noctis spoke up.

"It's the perfect time," the shield retorts. "You and string bean can sit on the sidelines while the men fight."

"Hey! I'm not a string bean!" Prompto shrieks while glaring at the brute.

(Y/n) intervened before the arguing could escalate. "I accept your challenge, Gladio. I'll let Noctis and Prompto decided who I shall fight."

"Definitely Iggy," Prompto said, erasing his memory of what Gladio has called him a minute ago.

"Specs is difficult to beat," Noctis added.

(Y/n) turned to the advisor after hearing their decision. "Shall we, Ignis?"

"Yes. Let's," the tactician responded.

Once at Owlyss Haven, Noctis, Prompto, and Gladio stood around the carved, glowing slab of stone while Ignis and (Y/n) summoned their weapons. What the boys didn't expect was for the Horseman's staff to morph into a pair of chakrams.

(A/n: If you've followed me for quite a while, you'll know my favorite weapon is a chakram. That's why I use the weapon a lot in my stories.)

"Since when...?" Prompto's voice trailed off, staring at the gleaming, curved blades of the chakrams.

"I would prefer to make this an even fight," she said. "I rarely use blades in battle due to my immense knowledge on incantations."

"This just got ten times better," Noctis smirked in amusement.

Ignis was the first to make a move. He gripped his daggers tightly and closed the distance between him and Pestilence. His blades clashed with hers, both fighting against each other's strength. Ignis wasn't utilizing all his strength, which the Horseman swiftly took note of before pushing up on his daggers and sidestepping, causing her chakrams to slip from Ignis' daggers.

The advisor stumbled forward slightly when (Y/n) sidestepped. He quickly swung around to the side to strike, but he was flabbergasted to find she wasn't there. When he located her position behind him, he briskly dodged just as she brought one of her chakrams down. Putting some distance between them, Ignis grasped one of his daggers and threw it with pinpoint accuracy.

(Y/n) tossed one of her chakrams at the same time, causing both weapons to clash and ricochet to the side. She tossed her other blade and watched it soar through the air toward the strategist.

Ignis blocked it with his other dagger and saw how the chakram circled around him after deflecting it before returning to the Horseman's hand. Her other blade appeared in her hand and she rushed at him just as the man recovered his second dagger. He went to swing but froze when he saw she had already anticipated his action and slid between his legs. Before he could spin around to face her, she swept his feet from underneath him and sent him to the ground.

He kept a strong grip on his daggers as he fell, but before he could even recover from the fall, a sharp and rounded blade was pointed at his neck. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he realized how heated the battle had truly been. He dispelled his daggers and stared up at (Y/n), who held a serious expression. "I believe this is your match, (Y/n)."

Pestilence backed away from Ignis and ridded herself of her chakrams. "Well fought, Ignis." She offers him a hand and helps him to his feet, healing him in the process.

"(Y/n)'s super badass!" Prompto cheered, camera in hand.

"Now that's settled, let's find this tomb and get the hell outta here," Gladio said.

"You're the one who wanted to see (Y/n)'s skills," Noctis groaned.

"And now I have. Let's get our asses moving."

As Noctis, Prompto, and Gladio walked down the narrow path ahead, (Y/n) crossed her arms behind her back and glanced at Ignis apologetically. "I must apologize for any injuries I caused."

"Only minor bruises and cuts. Nothing more," Ignis reassures the gentle girl. "No need for apologies, (Y/n). The minor injuries have mended all thanks to you. I must compliment you on your fighting technique."

"Thank you. War taught me hand-to-hand combat alongside how to use chakrams. She insisted on the lessons if I was ever in a pinch and couldn't use my spells."

"Hey!" Gladio shouted at the two when he noticed they weren't following. "You two done flirting or what?"

Ignis sighed with a small eye-roll at the shield's question while (Y/n) blinked owlishly in confusion. She wasn't sure why he asked such an absurd question when they clearly weren't flirting.

The royal advisor saw how the girl hadn't picked up on Gladio's teasing and placed a hand on the small of her back. "Don't overthink it, (Y/n)."

She nodded and they followed after the other boys.

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Ask Game: Mikau’s Headcanons - This Should Be a Drinking Game

Anonymous asked:

5&6

Thank you for the ask! ^.^

(The questions are from this list. So far I’ve done five, six, eleven, and fifteen.)

5. What’s your favorite headcanon you use in fics?

Oh my gosh. There are so many headcanons. XD I was actually just thinking last night that I needed to compile a list and turn it into a drinking game or something.

Take a sip of tea every time:

1. Félix is Adrien’s older brother (eight years older). He left home at sixteen, married Marinette’s cousin Bridgette, and now lives in Marseille where he’s a homicide detective. Bri runs her own bakery. They have a daughter named Noëlle and a son on the way. Fé used to play the violin competitively growing up, and Adrien learned to play Danse Macabre and the first movement of Beethoven’s Kreutzer Sonata from him.

2. Émilie was a stage actress, and Adrien used to do the child roles in whatever production she was in, so he grew up backstage and going to the theatre to see his mum a lot. Her signature role was Viola in Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night. When Gabriel and Émilie met going to high school in Marseille, she was performing Viola and dragged him into being on the costume crew for the school play once she discovered he was an aspiring fashion designer.

3. Adrien decides to pursue a career in acting. He misses performing from when he did it with his mum when he was a kid, and it makes him feel connected to her. He likes getting to portray all kinds of different people and experiencing what it’s like to be someone else. It’s a safe space for him to experience emotions since expressing emotions was frowned upon in his home growing up. The roles he really wants to play are Jean Valjean from Les Mis, the Phantom from Phantom of the Opera, Elphaba from Wicked, and Viola from Twelfth Night.

4. Adrien is originally left-handed but has learned to be ambidextrous. This is my hill to die on, and you can fight me over it. ^w^ It’s probably just production error/the creators not really caring, but I’ve noticed several times in canon where Adrien has been shown doing things left-handed. (I mean, he uses his right hand for things too, but...) In Origins, when he’s walking to class and signing autographs left and right, he does so with his left hand. In Marchand de Sable/Sandman when he’s doing homework in his room, his writing supplies are on his left side. (I just want some left-handed representation. Is that too much to ask? ;-;)

5. Adrien is biromantic asexual. Even when I pair him with Marinette, he’s never not bi. I don’t always write him as ace; sometimes he’s bisexual in my works, but I could see canon Adrien as ace.

6. Adrien’s comfort foods are mint tea and salad. When he was little, when he or Émilie had a bad day, she would kick the kitchen staff out of the kitchen, and they would make a big salad and some mint tea and enjoy it together. Now that she’s gone, he has mint tea and/or salad when he’s feeling down, and it’s comforting because it reminds him of his mother.

7. Adrien is a total anime nerd. He grew up relatively isolated from the outside world, so he learned about life and “normal”/“acceptable” human behaviour from Disney movies and anime. He’s always wanted to be a Disney princess and a magical girl. He was really inspired by Disney and anime protagonists who overcame the difficulties in their lives to achieve their dreams and find happiness and love. He has a lot of strong, female role models, starting with his mum, so he tends to identify with female characters more strongly than male characters.

8. Adrien is a polyglot. Obviously, he knows French, and he’s learned English because it’s required. Chinese lessons are canonical. He taught himself Japanese so that he could read manga and watch anime in the original (and pass it off as “studying”). He also speaks Russian (see “9″ below). He doesn’t speak Italian, but he has a passing familiarity with the language. He knows some phrases from opera from watching it himself and his mum’s career. He has some of his favourite portions memorized. He can insult someone’s sartorial choices in Italian from listening to his father do so on trips to Milan for business, and he knows survival phrases, but he can’t actually construct sentences or have conversations. He just hasn’t invested himself in it.

9. Adrien’s bodyguard’s name is Victor (really Viktor, but he uses the French spelling to fit in). He’s originally from Russia and still has family there. The reason why he doesn’t speak is because, even though he understands French just fine, he’s self-conscious about speaking it because of his accent. He’s also afraid to make mistakes, especially in front of Gabriel who is not a patient or tolerant man. Victor taught Adrien Russian, so now they can speak together, and no one knows what they’re saying. (Nathalie has picked up a little bit here and there, but not enough to have conversations.) Victor calls Adrien Adrianka. (It’s the Russian diminutive.)

10. Nathalie speaks a little bit of Mandarin Chinese. Her tones are so-so, but she can get her point across. She learned from listening in on Adrien’s lessons so that she could make sure he stayed on top of his curriculum. When Adrien has to miss Chinese lessons on short notice, Adrien’s teacher works with Nathalie instead.

11. Luka loves all music, not just rock or punk like we’ve seen on the show. I mean, the guy is portrayed as music being his whole life, right? He came to music through rock and roll because that’s what he was exposed to through his mother and her music career, but if you dig into the music and look at its history, where it came from, what inspired it, you start wandering back through time until you get to the big names of classical concert music. Luka is an inquisitive, thoughtful guy. I can see him digging into the roots of the music he grew up with and finding all sorts of cool influences. I can see him learning about and experimenting with different types/genres of music.

12. In university, Luka studies Literature with an emphasis on nineteenth and twentieth century Russia. Why? Below is excerpted from my response to a comment asking about this point.

Especially in the nineteenth century during the height of Romanticism, a lot of literary elements and themes made their way into classical music. Program music uses literary texts as a base and illustrates the story with music. Composers drew from the Russian literary tradition as well, particularly in opera. Tchaikovsky's The Queen of Spades is based on Pushkin's short story, and I just found out a month ago that Shostakovich turned Gogol's short story The Nose into an opera. In the arts, one thing always leads to another. It's like looking up something on Wikipedia. Two hours later you've become an expert on botany or Balkan folk dance. I think Luka would dig into the sources of inspiration for the music he was consuming in order to better understand the works and as a means of getting inspiration himself.

So that's why Russian Literature. I think he'd eventually find his way to it through music. Then, once you find Tolstoy or Dostoyevsky, you really get sucked in. For me, those two have such a way of depicting real human beings and what it means to be human. They really get at deeper human truths. Anna Karenina, Crime and Punishment, and The Idiot really capture that essence for me. (War and Peace too to some extent, but not as much as the other three.) I think Luka would really be drawn to Russian literature too and come to love it for itself apart from the musical inspiration he was able to derive from it.

13. In his teens, Luka takes more of an interesting in the piano and falls in love with the violin. He adds piano and violin performance majors halfway through university and ends up becoming a professional solo pianist as well as a first violin with the Orchestre de Paris.

14. Luka wears reading glasses. I don’t think I’ve used this one much. Actually, I can’t find where I’ve used this at all. :/ Well. I suppose there will be no tea drinking at this time for this headcanon. ^.^;

15. Luka has tattoos. I don’t think I’ve gotten around to this one yet either. Adrien and Luka talk about possible tattoo ideas in Chapter Four of Nachtmusik, but... At any rate, the full extent of the tattoos would be a stylized snake on his pelvis, Odin’s raven’s on his shoulder blades, a stylized snake bracelet under his regular bracelets, and a Chat Noir paw print under his ring. So far the paw print is the only one that I’m one hundred percent positive that will happen. The stylized snake on the pelvis is pretty up there too because in the Jabberwocky/Daisy universe I was going to have Adrien and Marinette squabbling over Luka, and Adrien was going to say that he bet Marinette hadn’t seen Luka’s snake tattoo. When Marinette asks Luka where he has a snake tattoo and learns how low on Luka’s stomach it is, she’s left wondering what’s going on between Adrien and Luka. I’m undecided about the ravens and the snake bracelet.

16. The children are always named Hugo, Louis, and Emma, but the birth order depends upon the pairing. Lukadrienette have Hugo (biologically Luka’s), Emma (Adrien’s), and then Louis (Adrien’s). Lukadrien have Emma (Luka and Rose’s), Louis (Adrien and Rose’s), and then Hugo (Adrien and Juleka’s). Adrienette have Louis, Hugo, and then Emma.

Which is your favourite of my headcanons? Which one would you like to see more of? Did I miss any? ^.^;

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