#cinn replies

[justanartsysideblog]

I can already tell that I am going to be back on my Dragon Age bullshit the moment the game comes out. Can't believe my love for the series just sucker punched me in the stomach after that trailer.

[total-drama-brainrot]

Uhm ship charts I did

Woah... Happy Alecody week everyone.

Very cool. 👍

[amourquinn]

( short fic ) 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒

pairing : boyfriend!quinn x fem!reader wc. 1.4k

genre : fluff no warnings

summary : a cozy christmas gateaway turns magical as you and quinn escape to a snowy cabin filled with festive traditions

「 author’s note 」 merry christmas eve and merry christmas! 🎄 here’s another quinny christmas fic <3

the snow was already knee-deep when you and quinn pulled into the driveway of the cabin. it was the perfect little escape from the chaos of the city—a cozy wooden retreat nestled in the woods, surrounded by towering pines dusted with fresh powder. you couldn’t help but grin as you glanced at quinn, his dark beanie tugged low over his ears and his cheeks rosy from the cold.

“this is perfect,” you said, stepping out of the car and immediately sinking into the snow. you let out a laugh, and quinn followed, shaking his head but smiling at your antics.

“better than spending christmas in the city?” he asked, grabbing your bags from the trunk.

“way better,” you replied, brushing the snow off your coat. “no traffic, no noise, just us and the wilderness. and…” you trailed off with a mischievous grin.

quinn raised an eyebrow. “and?”

“you’ll see,” you said, keeping the surprise to yourself for now.

⋆˙⟡

once inside, the cabin was even cozier than you’d imagined. the warm scent of pine filled the air, and a stone fireplace stood at the center of the living room, already stocked with firewood. you immediately set to work decorating, pulling out string lights and garlands you’d brought along, while quinn carried in the rest of the bags.

“are you trying to turn this place into santa’s workshop?” he teased, watching as you hung a wreath on the front door.

“obviously,” you shot back, sticking your tongue out at him. “you’ll thank me when it feels all festive in here.”

⋆˙⟡

by the time night fell, the cabin was glowing with soft, twinkling lights, and you’d both settled onto the couch in front of the fire. quinn was flipping through a christmas movie playlist, his legs stretched out across the rug.

“elf or home alone?” he asked, holding up the remote.

“neither,” you said, jumping up suddenly. “i have something for you first.”

quinn’s brows furrowed as he watched you dart into the bedroom. you returned moments later holding a neatly wrapped package, your grin almost as bright as the string lights draped across the mantel.

“what is this?” he asked, sitting up straight as you handed him the box.

“open it,” you urged, plopping down beside him.

quinn peeled back the paper, revealing two pairs of matching plaid pajamas—one in his size and one in yours. his laugh was soft but genuine as he held them up.

“you didn’t,” he said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“oh, i absolutely did,” you replied. “it’s christmas! matching pjs are a requirement.”

“i don’t think that’s a real rule,” he said, but the playful glint in his eyes gave him away. “are we really doing this?”

“yes,” you said, pulling your own pair out of the box. “and you’re going to look handsome, so don’t even try to argue.”

quinn rolled his eyes but didn’t protest further. minutes later, the two of you stood in front of the fireplace, now fully decked out in the matching red-and-black flannel pajamas. you couldn’t stop giggling as quinn glanced down at himself, clearly feeling a little ridiculous but also oddly endearing in the cozy outfit.

“okay, i’ll admit it,” he said finally. “these are actually pretty comfortable.”

“see? i told you,” you said, kissing his right cheek.

quinn laughed, shaking his head. “you’re something else, you know that?”

“yeah, yeah,” you said, flopping back onto the couch. “now, let’s watch a movie.”

but before you could hit play, you gasped, springing to your feet. “wait! i forgot the most important part.”

quinn looked after you curiously as you darted into the kitchen, grabbing the ingredients for your signature hot chocolate. you pulled out milk, dark chocolate, cocoa powder, sugar, and a pinch of cinnamon. while the milk warmed on the stove, you chopped the chocolate into fine shavings, your movements quick and precise.

“what’s going on in here?” quinn asked, leaning against the doorframe as he watched you work.

“only the best hot chocolate you’ve ever had,” you said, glancing over your shoulder. “i’m not just throwing some powder into water, baby. this is the real deal.”

he smirked. “should i be scared or impressed?”

“definitely impressed,” you shot back with a wink.

once the milk was steaming, you whisked in the chocolate, sugar, and cocoa powder, the mixture turning into a velvety liquid that smelled like heaven. you added a touch of cinnamon for warmth and poured the finished hot chocolate into two mugs. for the final touch, you topped them with whipped cream and a dusting of cocoa powder.

“here,” you said, handing quinn his mug as you joined him back on the couch. “try it.”

he took a tentative sip, his eyes widening as the rich, creamy flavor hit his taste buds. “wow,” he said, looking at you with genuine admiration. “okay, i take it back. you really weren’t kidding. this is delicious.”

“told you,” you said smugly, curling up beside him with your own mug. “christmas movie night isn’t complete without good hot chocolate.”

he took another sip, his expression softening. “i think this might actually be the best hot chocolate i’ve ever had. you’ve set the bar pretty high now.”

you grinned, leaning into him. “guess that means i’ll just have to make it every year.”

“i wouldn’t complain,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple.

he pulled a blanket over the both of you as the opening credits of elf played on the screen. the fire crackled softly in the background, and the snow continued to fall outside, blanketing the cabin in a peaceful stillness.

halfway through the movie, you felt quinn shift beside you. when you looked up, he was already gazing at you, his expression soft and full of something that made your chest tighten.

“what?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“nothing,” he said, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “i’m just really glad we did this. it’s… nice, spending christmas with you like this.”

your cheeks warmed, and you leaned into his touch. “me too,” you said.

for a while, neither of you spoke, content to simply enjoy the moment. the movie played on, but your attention was entirely on quinn—his steady heartbeat, the warmth of his arm around you, the way he seemed completely at ease.

the two of you stayed curled up under the blanket as elf played on the screen, the warm glow of the fire making the cabin feel even cozier. but once the movie ended, you looked up to the window and you sat up with a sudden idea.

“let’s go build a snowman,” you said excitedly.

he raised a skeptical brow. “you serious? it’s freezing.”

“exactly. perfect snowman weather,” you said, already hopping up and tugging him off the couch.

⋆˙⟡

bundled up in your coats and scarves, you stepped out into the chilly night, the snow glistening under the light of the full moon. you knelt down and began rolling a ball of snow, packing it tightly. quinn joined in reluctantly at first, but his competitive nature kicked in quickly, and soon the two of you were working together to build the perfect snowman.

“you’re competitive about everything,” you laughed as he adjusted the middle section with precision.

“gotta make it structurally sound,” he teased. “our snowman’s not collapsing on my watch.”

eventually, the snowman came together, complete with twigs for arms, a carrot nose, and quinn even used a few stray rocks to give it a lopsided grin. for the final touch, you sacrificed your scarf for the cause. quinn immediately took off his own and he wrapped it around your neck, refusing the thought of you catching a cold on christmas.

“it’s not bad,” he said, stepping back to admire your handiwork.

“not bad? it’s amazing,” you said, laughing as you flung a handful of snow at him.

quinn dodged easily, grabbing a handful of his own and tossing it at you. the snowman stood proudly as the two of you chased each other around the yard, laughter echoing through the stillness of the woods. by the time you both collapsed into the snow, breathless and grinning, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this carefree.

“that was fun,” quinn admitted as he layed on top of your body, making sure he didn’t put too much weight on you.

“told you,” you said, cupping his face and giving a passionate kiss. “merry christmas, q.”

“merry christmas, pretty” he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

© amourquinn

[thehordemultimuse]

"Sure do! 50% off," Shark Bite snickered, taking the arm. Good to see someone also willing to take a joke, Shark Bite was a little too used to people dancing around him like he was made of china after the incident, including, no, especially strangers. He looked over it, looking mildly displeased with its current state before tucking it under the nub that was his right arm. Damn it, he just got the blasted thing repaired. Well, maybe he can convince Tails to fix it while he's in town. "Oh, I'm just passing through on my way to Spagonia," Shark Bite replied, not fully answering her question. "Figured I'd take a look around and, well, things happened." He then motioned to his mangled arm with a sheepish grin, like that explained anything. It explained enough that people usually wouldn't press further but it wasn't really an answer to anything Cinn had asked him...

|| Starter For @reflections-of-mobius ||

A beautiful beach, with a great expanse of almost white sand, bordered by a crystalline blue sea. The only thing marring the beauty of this beach? An almost completely mangled metallic hand, standing in Cinn's path. "Hey!" A voice calls and a blue hedgehog is suddenly next to Cinn, so quickly one might think he teleported. He grins a fanged smile and motions to the arm in Cinn's path. "Mind giving me a hand?" Cinn might notice a missing right arm, with a jagged bite mark on it, where the metal arm just might fit.

[cinnamaldeide]

When you get this, feel free to respond with five things that make you happy~! Then if you're up for it, send this to the last ten people in your notifications. You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity~! (No pressure though!)

This is such a lovely idea, it's always nice to share some good vibes around ❀

Being able to write and read fanfictions more or less to my heart's content, although I recently changed fandom and am still a bit disoriented about what I want to write or read specifically, makes me really happy. It also makes me happy to know that I can write in calligraphy quotes I particularly liked from a certain fanfiction, and if I share my efforts I might please a fanwriter out there. I'm happy when I find a new script to replicate, and I have to pick interesting sentences to practice, or when I go back to my first drafts, back when I started, and notice my little improvements. I'm happy when someone else does, and compliments me for what I've done.

It's not easy to stay positive, but little things like this help, so thank you for including me :>

[cinnstuff]

Hello! Sorry to bother you with this, but do you know what happened to feynites? I love the world that you have all created together, but she hasn't updated in a while and I don't know who else to ask

It isn’t a bother at all!

I think tumblr’s new system has really hit all of us, creatively, and it has led us to seeking new areas to post our works. Unfortunately with our base of readers moving around as well, it can make it difficult. It oftentimes feels like most of our reader base has left tumblr, or, if not, simply don’t feel like re-blogging or liking things. And while that isn’t the major reason we haven’t been posting, it has definitely hindered the creative juices. 

Feynites is ok, though! We still throw ideas and plots around together, and she has posted a few things over on her pillowfort and her Ao3. None of us have gotten back into writing and updating on our old schedules, and I’m not entirely certain when that will happen. 

But thank you so much for enjoying the content Feynites and the rest of us have created, and I hope we can share more of it with you soon.  

[remorseful-fugitive]

(@candylandonthefritz) "Hey, Cinn?" Pepp's question was answered with a gasp and a demand to know how she got here. "Well, I followed the smoke trail left from the space ship crashing into the rocky road. Obviously." Cinn, the person Pepp was talking to, sighed and shook her head. "Ugh. Just keep quiet and stick with me, okay? We don't know what could be in that ship." And then the two went to investigate the ship that crash-landed.

“Come on... work for me,” Snowy pleaded, trying to get her small ship back up and running. Unfortunately, no matter how many times she press the buttons or flick switches, the ship just wouldn’t go. She needed to get off this planet somehow and fast, before those space pirates realise how long she’s being gone for.

Eventually giving up on the controls, Snowy decided to head out to check for any damages outside of her ship.

@candylandonthefritz

[nighttimepixels]

if a pepper naruto runs in the woods and no one is around to witness it, does she actually kick blacks ass?

Trick question, because Cinnamon has ensured there is always a camera available to witness Pepper kicking ass especially Black’s. ✧( •̀ ▿•)ゞ

the secret is that the camera is probably being held by Cinnamon

.... or is on a drone piloted by her, gotta get those dramatic swoop shots

[justanartsysideblog]

That sounds perfect!

Olwyn doesn't drink much either. A night in with the doggos sounds good and so does dog park dates. Olwyn does her yoga in the mornings and then jogs with Haurshos so she's all for that too! And old movies! Perfect! Olwyn will definitely be searching for a place with authentic Arlathan food for when she's homesick. XD

Ok so one day I'm gonna finish the first part of the new medical au with Olwyn and Elodie but until then, what kind of fun things do you think she and Olwyn would do to unwind when stressed out? I suppose that Kirkwall doesn't seem like such an odd place compared to Elodie's old home, but it's definitely odd for Olwyn after growing up in Arlathan. Does she have any favorite restaurants or places she'd recommend?

Hmm. Elodie isn’t a big drinker, alcohol tends to give her odd spirit side effects since she’s so sensitive to the Fade. Elodie is pretty introverted, so relaxing for her is a nice night in with her dog. But I can see Elodie and Olwyn going to the dog parks together or going for jogs - does Olwyn jog? Elodie jogs. She also likes getting out of the city to go hiking as well. 

Elodie is very adventurous with food! She’ll try just about anything. So she would be dragging Olwyn all over the city to try new foods. A new place will pop up and she’ll say it’s time to go try a place. Her favorite foods are Nevarran and Rivaini foods. Anything with a lot of spice she likes because it’s so different from the bland food she ate at the boarding school. 

That said, girl loves going to the movies and eating bad movie theater food. It’s a guilty pleasure. She can take Olwyn to this out of the way theater that plays old movies and serves vintage candies too. 

Thanks for the ask!

[justanartsysideblog]

I just found your blog and I was scrolling through it and... is the qunari fog warrior still with us ?

😥👉👈

She is! Areca is surviving through sheer spite right now, and going through it emotionally, but she is still alive and kicking. We are about to have a six month timeskip so she will be able to gather herself and get ready to continue being a badass in the future.

I am so glad you like her!

[mirshroom]

BIRTHHHHHHHHHHHHH U FINNA NEED TO CHANGE UR BIO!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIR <333333

FKGSJKFSDLNSDF THANK YOU SM !! AND DANG,,, YYOU RIGHT…. GONNA CHANGE THAT NOW!

[justanartsysideblog]

Disquiet's snuggie has ufos on it, you can't convince me otherwise. The two having lame snuggie parties is the best.

Sylmae just totally accepting Inan as a part of the gym, yes. Cheap and close? That checks out, I'd do the same.

Sylmae's gym is definitely mainly elven, since they try and get alienage elf kids off the streets by having them come to the gym, and making sure the Dalish kids that leave their clan to see the big city have some place to go. She's been known to let the kids sleep over at her house too of they have nowhere to go.

@circadian-rhythm replied to your post “I kinda wanna write or doodle smthng but idk what anyone have…”

I am always gonna suggest disquiet and tace. Or Inan meeting Sylmae in the MMMA!verse?

disquiet and tace are like, SUCH a 10/10 combo. they’re like the “someone’s going to die [beat] of fun!” meme except they both say just the murder line but in different tones. I’m tempted to do more of the parent/child shit but i also like the idea of sorting them out in other capacities too.

sylmae and inan meeting in the mmma!verse is a fun af idea and i deffo need to like, Brood on that so i’ve got a better idea of how i think that’d go bc i bet it’d be fucking amusing af man. inan as sylmae’s spiritual successor in punching ppl in the name of the People is just like so Deeply Fun and amusing.

[purplesurveys]

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Seven Deadly Sins Survey survey by pimpsurveys

Wrath

Who did you last get angry with? I feel bad for saying this, but Reena. So a bit of backstory: Angela’s cousin got a K-pop album fully signed by all members thanks to her dad who is currently in Korea for a work engagement; Angela was excited and I was excited and we excitedly told Reena, only to receive the driest response from her saying she doesn’t care for people who have the right connections.

I immediately found it off and I messaged Angela privately, who turned out to be fuming lmao. We never said her cousin used her connections? The signed album had been a kind initiative by the dad’s interpreter and the interpreter alone since he happened to know the group, and that was all there is to it. The dad never directly asked for signatures and was even planning to fulfill my cousin’s merch wishlist separately. Anyway, we were thrown off by the remark and the two of us didn’t touch the chat until the following evening.

What is your weapon of choice? Idk. Happiness? I’m not a very violent person.

Would you hit a member of the opposite sex? Yes.

How about the same sex? Sure, if they were being racist or hit me first.

Who was the last person who got really angry at you? Only my mom scolds me these days, I believe.

What is your pet peeve? My mom telling me how to spend my money. Like? Mind your own business?

Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily? Grudges are the way to go.

Sloth

What is one thing you're supposed to do daily that you haven't? I skipped a shower because it was super cold today. I’ll just take one later today before I meet up with my friends.

What is the latest you've ever woken up? The latest probably would’ve been 10:30 AM. This was back at the veeeeeeery start of the pandemic, when I completely wrecked my body clock what with all the free time I suddenly had.

Name a person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't? My aunt Claire, who recently asked me to join an audio experiment for an upcoming podcast episode she’s producing. I submitted my file early, but I was never able to reply to her followup email in which she asked me how my experience was. I keep saying to myself I’ll reply by the end of the day, but work keeps me busy and leaves me exhausted, so it’s easy to forget. I feel like shit about it but I hope she’s not the type to be dramatic about this kind of thing.

What is the last lame excuse that you made? I’m not sure about the most recent one, but the lamest excuse I’ve made was when my mom caught a hickey on me and I hastily explained that it was a mosquito bite. Those two things can’t look ANY MORE FUCKING DIFFERENT

Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through? Yuh, I did so a lot as a kid.

How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock this morning? I didn’t have an alarm today because it’s the weekend; but yesterday, I hit it once.

Gluttony

What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice? Ooooh I’m not super picky or adventurous when it comes to drinks, honestly. Milk tea is the trendiest I would go, but most days I would just go for water.

Are you a meat eater? Yes.

What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event? This would have to be during my ex’s 20th birthday when one of her friends suddenly had the batshit crazy idea that we take a shot of tequila every time an airplane passed over us. Unfortunately that area happened to be under an air route so there was a plane passing by literally every 120 seconds. We finished two bottles of tequila in no time and me, having the lowest alcohol tolerance out of everyone in that group, obviously suffered the most lmao.

Are you comfortable with your drinking and eating habits? Sure? I mean they’re my habits; I wouldn’t be keeping them up if I found them uncomfortable.

Do you enjoy candy and sweets? Uh not so much. I find desserts a little blah, and I can only have little of them at a time, i.e. one slice of cheesecake, one tiny cinnamon roll here and there, etc.

Which do you prefer: sweets, salty foods or spicy foods? Salty, then spicy, then sweets.

Have you ever looked at a small house pet or child and thought, "lunch"? Or child?????? Wtf? No.

Greed

How many credit cards do you own? I don’t even have any haha but I have an app with their own credit feature that I refresh every month; I guess that kinda counts?

If you had a million dollars, what would you do with it? Pay off my sister’s remaining tuition and file a month-long leave to travel to a different continent.

Would you rather be rich or famous? Rich.

Would you accept a boring job if it meant that you would make megabucks? Old me definitely would’ve said yes to this, but I’ll have to change my mind a bit now because I think it would ultimately depend on the job. I don’t think I can take a job that will eventually make me go crazy because of how uneventful it is.

Pride

What's one thing that you have done that you're most proud of? Raise a dog in the last 13, almost 14 years. All of Kimi’s siblings have passed away now, so my grandma’s been super impressed with his long life. 

What's one thing you have done that your parents are most proud of? Get admitted to and graduate from the university they’ve always wanted me to attend. At least that’s what I think they’re proudest of in terms of my achievements.

What thing would you like to accomplish late in your life? Spend my retirement traveling. I don’t have to be consistently in a cruise or in a different country, but it would be cool to travel every once a few months.

Do you get annoyed by coming in second place? Yes. I would rather come in like, 8th than 2nd.

Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were the best? Hmm maybe not a contest, but when I enrolled in Korean lessons a few months ago I had a level of awareness that I might already be better than some of my classmates since I could already read Hangul and had *some* grasp of Korean grammar, whereas most were starting from scratch. But it didn’t make me sit back and relax haha; on the contrary it made me want to study harder so I can prove to myself that I actually do know Korean as much as I think I do. I ended up placing Top 1 in the class so at least I didn’t embarrass myself haha.

Have you ever cheated to get a better score? Yeah. I’m not proud of this.

What did you do today that you're proud of? It’s only 8:30 AM, but...I like that I washed my face? Self-care and all haha.

Lust

How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies, family, strippers, locker rooms)? I dunno, I wanna say at least around 20. Some of them were street children with no clothes; I’ve seen others from one of my university’s traditions wherein frat boys run around the campus naked; and then one past partner.

How many people have seen you naked (not counting physicians, doctors, family, locker rooms, or when you were a young child)? Just one, I believe.

Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a person of your chosen sex during a normal conversation? No. Sometimes my eyes will naturally wander, but I’ve never ended up staring.

What is your favorite body part of a person of your gender choice? I don’t have a preference but I generally love thighs.

Have you ever had sexual encounters (including kissing/making out) with multiple persons? No.

Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute? Nope.

Envy

What item of your friends’ would you most want to have for your own? Privilege. I’m aware that I have it too, but some just have more and they live slightly more comfortably than me because of it.

If you could be anyone who existed in the world, who would you be? HAHAHA I have an answer but I won’t be saying it out loud on here.

Have you ever been cheated on? No. At least I don’t think I’ve been cheated on.

Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own? Yes.

What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself? The ability to cook, if that counts?

What deadly sin...

Do you do the most often? Gluttony.

Do you do the least often? Lust.

Is your favorite to act on? It would have to be either gluttony or greed.

[newsies-of-corona]

@cinn-a-mom here’s my part of the trade!! I hope you enjoy it!! (And thank you again for that beautiful Letter to the Refuge animatic!)

Broken Pieces

“Hairstripe! Hurry up, you slow poke!”

Hugo runs through Old Corona village, Varian trailing behind him carrying as much glassware as he possible can.

He tediously walks, one step at a time, trying his hardest not to drop any.

“Well...may-maybe you could give me a hand instead of, you know, yelling at me!” The glassware pile says from behind Hugo.

Oh wait, that’s Varian.

The beakers and vials begin to teeter over in the alchemist’s hands and almost hit the ground before Hugo swoops in and grabs half of the pile.

“Oh. There you are Hairstripe! You’re so short I couldn’t even see you behind all this stuff!” Hugo jokes with a smug smile.

Varian rolls his eyes, “Shut up, heh.”

He looks at the situation they had gotten themselves into with a small frown.

“Heh. Note to self...next-next time we definitely have to bring dad’s wheelbarrow when we buy glassware, heh.”

He almost drops a vial but steadies himself and continues walking.

“Yeah, no kidding. Though we wouldn’t need so much if someone didn’t blow everything up every two minutes,” Hugo remarks snidely.

“Hey! The last time was with your compound!” Varian fires back.

Hugo opens his mouth briefly, but remembers Varian is indeed correct.

“Touché...” he grumbles.

The two continue walking until they finally pass the marketplace. It’s only a couple more blocks to their house. They can make it without breaking any beakers, right?

Suddenly, a loud crash resulting from a broken flask causes Varian to whip his head around to face Hugo.

“Heh, now who’s-“

The alchemist immediately cuts himself off when he sees the boys’ biggest nemeses walking towards them: Hunter and Curtis.

Hunter is taller than Varian, but a lot shorter than Hugo. His brunette bangs swoop in front of his eyes on the left side of his face, covering one of his hazel eyes. Hunter’s father is a close friend of Quirin, and Varian has known the boy since they were kids. Only recently did he team up with Curtis when Varian exploded the town yet again. Curtis, a fiery red-head with a temper to match acts as the brains of the team while Hunter acts as the brawn. The two have been tormenting the brothers for about a month now, practically every time they leave the house.

“Right on cue...” Hugo whispers as he kicks away the glass.

Hunter is the cause of broken flask, and he stands there blocking the Hugo’s path along with his partner in crime.

“If it isn’t the Old Corona Menace and his assistant...” Curtis mocks, moving to block Varian’s path directly.

Hugo isn’t one for conflict, but he doesn’t like anyone insulting Varian either. And he especially hates that nickname that the village generously bestowed on his brother. He’d gladly take the fall for that one. He shakily delivers a snide comment.

“Oh, come-come on, fellas! You really need to step up your game on the insulting nicknames! I mean, Hairstripe may not look like much at first glance but he’s no assistant-“

Hunter laughs cynically and steps closer to Hugo. The brunette boy is significantly shorter than the blond, but he still intimidates Hugo enough to make him back up.

“You’re the assistant.”

Hugo stiffens slightly and gulps as Hunter gives him a shove, shaking him up and causing another test tube to crash to the ground.

Varian narrows his eyes at Hunter and grits his teeth. He’s heard the “Old Corona Menace” nickname multiple times before. He deserves it, but Hugo? Hugo should be allowed to have a better reputation.

“Sorry, what-what did you say to him?” Varian asks slowly.

Hunter starts to walk away from Hugo but Curtis stops him, enclosing in further on Varian.

“You heard him. That weakling orphan you call a ‘brother’ is just adding to our problem.”

“Yeah and that’s you Vari-jerk!” Hunter speaks up.

Hugo rolls his eyes and scoffs.

“Oh come on, that’s not even clever,” he voices under his breath.

“Shut it, Huge-o!” Hunter yells, trying to regain his ego.

Hugo resists the urge to roll his eyes again in fear of being beat up. Hunter may be shorter than him, but he and Curtis together can do a lot of damage. Especially considering the heaps of fragile and dangerous glassware that the alchemists were carrying.

“Listen, guys, we have a lot on our hands right now, literally,” Hugo puns. “So, maybe we can move our weekly bullying session over a day?”

He starts sweating nervously and backs up more when Hunter smirks at him, drawing even closer than before.

“Uh, or-or a month?”

A cynical laugh on Varian’s side causes Hugo to shift his focus away from Hunter.

“No this is a great time,” Curtis replies mockingly as he snatches up one of the flasks on top of Varian’s pile.

“Heh, uh, please don’t touch that...” Varian asks, trying to bottle up and distract from the anger he feels.

Curtis looks it over and tosses it back in forth in his hands.

“What is this anyway? Some kind of jar for your magical spells?”

Varian corrects him, just like he does everyone else. Even if this time it’s a little more strained.

“Heh..technically it’s not magic, it’s alchemy, and-and that’s actually a-“

Curtis drops the flask on the ground before Varian can finish, and it shatters into a million pieces.

“Ugh you’re such a nerd. Both of you. Let me let you in on something: no one cares about your sorcery-“

“Alchemy.” Hugo speaks up under his breath, but unfortunately Hunter hears him. He rolls up his sleeve, jumps up, and punches Hugo straight in the face.

The blow is so unexpected and so forceful that it causes him to stagger back. He drops all the glassware and it shatters around his feet. Hugo holds his injured cheek which most likely contains a bruise.

“Just another one for the collection...” he whispers, trying to stay strong.

“Maybe that’ll teach you to keep your mouth shut, Huge-o. You should have just stayed an orphan. You’re more of a nothing now than you were before.”

Hugo tries to keep in his tears, but Curtis’s words cut deep. He simply looks up at the boy with hurt and angry eyes.

“Awe. You gonna cry?” Hunter taunts, glancing kicking some of the glass in Hugo’s direction.

Varian stays silent through this whole exchange...but livid. His eye begins to twitch as his grip on the glassware tightens, causing some of the beakers he’s holding start to crack from the pressure.

“Whatever you call it, we’re tired of you morons blowing up our town! And if we get all your magic stuff out of the way...” Hunter moves over to Varian and grabs two test tubes from his pile, smashing them both to the ground.

Curtis crosses over to Hugo who’s still holding his injured cheek. The red-head threateningly stalks closer and hits the inside of his hand with his fist.

Varian can’t hold it in anymore and he throws down all of the glassware he’s holding. The sound of the glass shattering causes both bullies to stare straight at him.

“Don’t you dare touch my brother again,” he warns between gritted teeth.

Curtis and Hunter glance at each other nervously for a moment. After all, this is the kid who blew up their entire village only a month prior. Both of their houses were damaged in the explosion. There’s no telling what the “dangerous wizard” could do to them.

“Hairstripe, don’t-“

The desperation in Hugo’s voice seems to push Curtis on, even though he’s still wary of Varian.

“Wha-what are you gonna do? Explode us?” Curtis asks with a nervous laugh.

His comment gives Varian an idea and he readies a smoke bomb from his pocket.

He glances to Hugo behind him and backs up.

“Come on, Vari-jerk! Show us what you got!” Hunter chimes in.

Curtis shoots him a look. As far as they knew, Varian could kill them if they weren’t careful. However, this doesn’t stop the bullies from cornering the alchemy brothers anyway, their fists dangerously close to the alchemists’ faces.

At the last second, Varian gives Hugo a short nod and throws his purple smoke bomb on the ground. Before it hits, the brothers sprint away as fast as they can, leaving their attackers coughing and surrounded in smoke.

The two run all the way back to their house, stopping right outside of the farm to catch their breaths.

“Varian...the glassware-“

The alchemist cuts him off, still angry at the bullies.

“Hugo, I could care less about the glassware. We can buy more...eventually...”

He trails off, knowing it won’t be any time soon. They were in danger every time they left their house. He sighs and continues voicing his grievances.

“But Curtis and Hunter have-have been tormenting us for too long. I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing!”

Hugo rubs his cheek, his fingers hitting an old bruise next to his fresh one. Varian sees him wince in pain, and furrows his own eyebrows.

“We-we’re telling dad what happened.” He states matter-of-factly as he marches towards the house. “He’s the village leader, for Demanitus sake! He-he can do something-“

Hugo catches up with Varian and stands in front of him. The last thing he wants right now is to cause more problems for his family...

“No, Hairstripe. I’ll just say it was another acid burn...if he asks.”

“But Hugo-“

The blond calmly cuts him off again.

“There’s no reason to get them into more trouble. I mean we already destroyed their houses, which they won’t let us live down...”

Varian starts to raise his voice, not understanding why Hugo doesn’t agree with him on this.

“Hugo, that-that was my invention. You had nothing to do with it. But Hunter hit you! Twice in the last week! And the things Curtis said were...were inexcusable! Don’t-don’t you think they deserve some form of punishment?”

Hugo notes Varian’s tone; he sounds actually...angry. And when Varian was angry, the only smart thing to do is to listen. Hugo carefully considers his brother’s words. Even though Quirin adopted him years ago, it still feels weird to have people standing up for him. Almost as if he didn’t deserve it.

“Maybe...” he trails off.

But what would happen after the boys were punished? The bullying wouldn’t stop, that’s for sure. Everyone in the town already hates them. If Curtis and Hunter were taken down, there would surely be others to take their place, most likely targeting Varian. Hugo couldn’t take that chance. He could deal with a couple dumb bullies for his brother’s sake.

Hugo takes a breath and shrugs, standing up straighter to show he’s okay.

“But it’s just a bruise! Plus Hunter’s punches are wimpy anyway. Same with his nicknames,” the blond jokes.

Varian’s intense glare softens and he chuckles slightly.

“Yeah those nicknames are pretty dumb, heh. I mean ‘Huge-o?’ Really?”

Hugo smiles, glad that he successfully changed the subject.

“And ‘Vari-jerk?’ That’s Vari-insulting to many other Vari-interesting words that flow seamlessly with your name.”

Varian rolls his eyes but ends up laughing. He can always count on Hugo to cheer him up. Even if it’s with dumb puns. But that doesn’t erase that matter at hand.

“Are you sure, though? About keeping it a secret again?” The alchemist asks, hoping for a different response.

Hugo’s face falls, Varian isn’t going to let this go so easily, but he can still try to avoid the subject as long as possible.

“Yeah. I’m sure.” Hugo stays serious for a moment before his tone flips back to joking.

“Plus I’m sure you already scared them silly with that smoke bomb stunt.” He elbows Varian in camaraderie and the alchemist returns the gesture.

“Well they literally asked for it! And you can’t say they didn’t deserve it, heh.”

Hugo shrugs in agreement and the two walk a bit further to the door. Varian starts to walk in when Hugo stops him by putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Hairstripe...Varian. I don’t say this enough but...thank you for sticking up for me. It means a lot,” he tells his brother sincerely with a slight smile between the pain of his bruise.

Varian is slightly surprised at this out of the blue gratitude from Hugo, but smiles back and shrugs nonchalantly.

“Of course, Hugo. That’s what brothers are for, you know? We stick together,” he tells him, bumping him on the arm.

Hugo rolls his eyes but still maintains his smile. This is getting a bit too sappy for him, even though he secretly enjoys the affection. He tries to change the subject again.

“Ha, yeah. So much so that I’m apparently your ‘assistant.’”

He smirks, elbowing Varian again.

“I thought that was Cassie’s job!”

Varian immediately turns red and elbows Hugo.

“GAH! H-hey-shut up!” He retorts.

Their little episode at the expo is not one to forget. And Hugo will never let him live down the “Cassandrium” incident. Luckily, they both know he’s joking. Hugo’s comments aren’t painful or cutting like Curtis’s, just mildly annoying. But Varian wouldn’t change it for the world.

The two stand in an awkward silence for a while in front of the door, when Varian decides to go for it. He suddenly wraps Hugo in a hug, causing the taller boy to tense.

After the initial shock, Hugo’s wary at first, but he hugs him back. Like it or not, he really needs this.

“I-I just wanted to say, even though you’re adopted, I still love you as my real brother, Hugo,” Varian tells him genuinely. “Nothing is ever going to change that.”

Hugo blushes nervously, but the corners of his mouth start to turn up in a smile.

“I...uh...”

He sighs, and finally gives in to the “sappy” moment.

“I love you too, Hairstripe.”

And he means it. Their glassware might be broken, and even their reputation is shattered into pieces, but they have each other and that’s all that really matters.

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I hope you all enjoyed this one! It hurt me to write those bullies...haha, but I actually loved writing the story!! Thank you so much Mom for asking for this!!! 💙

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I just wanted to let you know that your story, ill fitting lingerie, is amazing! And if you ever post another chapter or something I’ll be the first to read it!

I don’t regularly check Tumblr anymore lately, but God, am I glad I came back here and found your message. It pleases me immensely to know you enjoyed my story enough to seek me so and tell me how you felt about it ♡I’m not sure I’ll expand it in the future, I’m currently revising all my fanfictions to eventually collect them in a little Hannigraham anthology, but if I ever do come back to it, you’ll be the first to know. For now, just know that you made my day, so thank you very much for your kindness ❀

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Psst gothic vampire!Melarue (for the spooky season!) coming across Totally-Not-Suspiciously-Fleeing-From-Her-Shit-Husband-With-Child-In-Tow Kass, who's carriage (cheap, possibly stolen?) Has broken a wheel in the middle of a dark and stormy night, conveniently near the opulent but haunted(?) chateau Melarue uses as a (lair) base, as they Robin Hood their way into infamy. Cue shenanigans and fancy dress and soooo much pining :D

This is perfect for the Halloween season and is 100% my aesthetic, let’s do this. Sorry for it being so short but I wanted to get out a little bit now while I felt inspired. One Vampire AU coming right up!

Kass and Ash belong to @scurvgirl.

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Not many people comeby their chateau. It is quite out of the way, which is how theyprefer it, far enough from any of the nearby villages that most don’tremember it exists at all.

It means Melaruemust travel a bit, to feed, but they enjoy it that way. It is safer,and it lets them get some fresh air. They miss being outside morethan they’d like to admit, and take every chance they can to seemore of the world that they’ve missed over the centuries.

It is storming morethan usual for the this early in the season, the rain pelting the topof their carriage like hailstones as Morwen drives it closer to homeand the comfort of a glass of mulled wine and the company of theirchildren.

They have been gonefor several weeks, meeting with a member of their old coven toreminisce and hear the news from Nevarra City. It will be nice tosimply relax for a bit.  

Melarue smells thema moment before they hear Morwen call to the horses, and thecarriage lurches to a quick stop: two individuals and an injuredhorse. All of them reek of fear.

“Is everythingalright?” Morwen shouts over the din of the storm.

“Yes, I... Ourwheel—it is broken.” The voice is female, hesitant andfrightened. Whoever her companion is, they do not speak.

Melarue findsthemselves curious, and pulls back the curtain to see what has causedMorwen to pause. The carriage—little more than a wagon, with nocover from the rain—is leaning on one side, a shattered woodenwheel lying in pieces in the mud, the rest sinking into the oozechurned up by the rain.

Standing near athin, aged horse is a tall qunari woman. Her white curls areplastered to her face, her cotton dress soaked through. She’sshivering, one arm wrapped tight around a smaller figure pressedagainst her skirts.

A child, wrapped ina cloak much too large for her, looking up at Morwen and Melarue’sfour black horses with a mixture of fear and curiosity, bare feetsinking into the mud. She will catch her death in this weather,Melarue knows, and their heart aches at the thought of a childmiserable and cold.

“There is nothingto be done for the wheel,” Morwen exclaims, looking over the pieceswith a shake of his head. “I do not have the tools necessary toreplace it here. Is your destination far?”

The woman swallows,and shakes her head. “We were...”

“Morwen,”Melarue calls from the carriage, and their trusted servant turns.“Gather their things, we can house them for the evening and aidthem on their way in the morning. It is too cold for a child in thisrain.”

“Oh we couldn’timpose,” The woman holds her daughter closer. She is still afraid,which is understandable. A smart woman, who knows to be suspicious ofstrangers on the road at night. Still, the longer she and herdaughter remain out in this storm, the likelier they are to becomeill or worse, be set upon by highwaymen.

Melarue leans outfurther, feels the drops of cold rain on their neatly pinned hair,and catches the woman’s gaze. “I promise no harm will come to youwhile you are in my care. For the child’s sake, stay the evening inmy home.” They use a bit of influence with it, enough to assuagethe woman’s fears, but not enough to control. They do not enjoythat type of manipulation on those undeserving of deceit.

The woman’sshoulders sag a bit in defeat, and she gives a small nod. There isstill distrust in her eyes, but her love for her daughter and a bitof vampiric magic have settled her nerves enough to accept the help.

Melarue opens thecarriage themselves, while Morwen gathers the soaked belongings from thewagon. The little girl leaps inside with a quick “thank you”,nearly slipping on the wet carriage step. Melarue reaches out an armand helps the taller woman steady herself before she does the same.

“You are verykind,” The woman murmurs in thanks, settling on the seat oppositeMelarue with her daughter curled against her side. Close to the door,in case she needs to make a hasty escape. Melarue settles into thecorner furthest from it, to make them more comfortable and nods. “Donot burden yourself with worry. It is but a small thing.”

It is odd, to becalled kind, but it is a good feeling, they find. There is a softthump as Morwen places the woman’s belongings in the luggagecompartment, woefully little, by the barely discernible movement ofthe carriage.

“What will happento Happy, mama?” The little girl asks, from beneath the folds ofher wet woolen cloak.

“Your horse willbe tied alongside the carriage,” Melarue explains softly, “Andhoused in my stable to rest for the night. Do not worry, we will notleave the animal alone in the rain.”

The answer seems tosatisfy the child, who leans back against the seat cushion and seemsto fall asleep, as the carriage lurches forward and begins the trektoward Melarue’s home. The wordless look of gratitude upon hermother’s face makes something go tight in Melarue’s chest.

They are not certainif it is a wise decision, to bring the two home, but a part of themis certain it is the right one.

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I set it in Nevarra because Nevarra just gives me that vampire vibe, I dunno. XD Hope you enjoyed it! I may have already started drawing vampire Mel...