#one of the first positive ones and its a Meme Smell

[ratlikeclown]

WIP Wolverine x femReader 18+

“God, do you ever suck on anything other than Wade’s dick and cheap cigars?”

He leaned in close to your ear and growled,

“Ya lookin to find out Princess?”

x Deadpool kinda eventually lmfaoooo

FemY/n is mid 20’s - early 30’s

Tw for depression and like drug use mentions ig

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Hello 👋 This is the first fanfic that I have written in over 10 years the brain rot is so unbelievably real for wolverine and deadpool rn

its a little embarrassing tbh lmfaoo

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I’m not really sure how to tag this tbh. I’ve never posted on tumblr. . It’s a little spicy and will get more interesting later. I just wanted to toss this small part out for readers to test the waters. Anyway um I’m not experienced writing y/n pov so please be nice.

Your friend, Wade Wilson, couldn’t take no for an answer. You knew that and yet you still had the audacity to tell him ‘no’ three times tonight. And about thirty minutes after you ignored his last phone call there he was, practically knocking down your door. It wasn’t like he couldn’t actually kick in your door, he was just being polite. 

The apartment buzzer went off. You sat up from your position on the couch, hoping he’d just give up and leave if you didn’t acknowledge him. Like a stray cat. Or a crackhead.

“Knock knock~” you heard his voice through the door. “I smell Hot Pockets and sadness I know you’re in there”

Gripping the arm of the sofa you waited hoping he’d have the common courtesy fuck off .You heard the door knob rattle. Dumbass.

With a click of the lock, your door swung open revealing Wade, grinning as he shoved his Baby Knife back into his coat.

“Wade, what the fuck? I told you-“

He clapped his hands loudly, interrupting you.

 “Let’s go Funshine Bear, the nights young and I’m not going anywhere without you” Wade marched past you, straight to your bedroom humming to himself.

“You look awful by the way, we’ll fix you up though.” He clicked his tongue and crooked a finger in your direction. You huffed angrily, sliding off the couch to follow him. 

You stopped in the doorway, almost refusing to step inside. He was elbows deep in your closet drawers, throwing clothes onto your bed, muttering his disapproval at every item he tossed.

You crossed your arms as you watched him. 

“Do you have anything that doesn’t look like you took it from the Walmart dumpster?” He pulled a drawer out from the dresser and dumped it on the floor. “You know the one I’m talking about, right? Where all the coke addicted bronies go to have a bone sess before band practice.”

You crossed your arms as you watched him. “Wade, I’m not in the mood to go out.”

You heard him sigh, but continued to riffle through your things. 

“That’s nonsense, the plot can’t continue with out you. Annnd we made these plans last week.”

He peeked at you from behind the open closet door. “I’m a little worried about you. You aren’t your chipper self lately”

“I’m just tired” You replied dismissively.

It wasn’t like Wade hasn’t been trying to cheer you up in his own way. For the last few weeks he’d text you obscure and quite frankly disturbing memes at 3 AM. Excitedly offer you drugs that he’s pilfered from the his blind roommate- (he knows you don’t do drugs, he just wanted to brag about stealing coke from Blind Al)

He’s also been sending you the strangest X-Men fan fiction. (His favorites were ‘old man yaoi’ including Professor Xavier and Magneto) Usually you eat that kind of stuff up, finding it funny that you knew some of the people that the fanfiction was written about, like a private joke between you and Deadpool. But worst thing he’s done has beencalling you almost every day and attempting to make plans with you, but you always seem to cancel last minute. So yeah, he has been trying. It just.. didn’t help.

Your eyes flickered to your wall of photos next to the closet door.  Pictures of your closest friends and family. Their arms around you laughing, smiling. Pictures of trips and silly outings that meant the world to you. You felt so much guilt and regret looking at them.

Depression was a bitch. It was like a rabid dog that wouldn’t let you get back on your feet. You felt it gnawing at you, causing you to lose interest in everyone and everything. You felt alone. Your eyes fell back to Wade, you watched your friend hard at work trying to match your shoes with a dress he had found. He was clueless. You couldn’t tell him any of this though, it would just make him worry more.

There was someone you did want to talk to though. To tell everything to. Someone that you had grown so close to the last few months.

You missed Logan.

This realization caused your face to heat and anxiety weld up in your chest. You balled your hands into fits thinking about that arrogant jerk. You’ve tried to be a friend to Wolverine. After all this wasn’t his reality. He was your timeline’s replacement. (Idk you should go watch the movie. I’m not explaining it.) and for a while, you thought you were friends.

Lately, if he wasn’t drunk and depressingly moody, he was angry and a massive dick. 

“Y/N? Look a little pink at the cheeks are you feeling OK?” Wade was now standing less than a foot from you, his brows furrowed. You hadn’t noticed him move.

Snapping back from your thoughts by Wades voice, you ran hands over your face as you turn towards the attached bathroom.

“Dude, I told you I’m just not feeling good-” You stepped into the bathroom and turned on the faucet “I don’t wanna hang out with-“

“Logan?”

“Your friends.” You finished. You felt your face flush deeper at his name being mentioned.

“That’s what I said” Wade followed you to the bathroom, but thankfully didn’t come in. He stood outside while you closed the door. 

“Trust me honey, I know he’s the embodiment of a sentient happiness starved cactus whose father never loved him but-“

You groaned, trying to avoid Wades ramblings you turned the water on full blast, drowning out the remainder of his sentence. You splashed water on your face and ran a comb through your hair. You heard Wade continue talking, almost to himself while also sounding like he was talking to someone else in the room  as well. Someone you couldn’t see. He did that often. It was creepy.

You swung the door open frowning.

“-sometimes he stabs me through the face to shut me up, but I know he does it because he’s not good with words.”

Wade smile faded when he saw your face. 

“It’s kinda hot”

“I don’t want to talk about it Wade.” You sat down onto your bed with a huff despite the pile of clothes and plastic hangers. You stared at your hands. You felt the overwhelming weight of your anxiety in your chest and stomach. Maybe you should go out. Maybe he won’t show up tonight. Maybe-

“You look like you wanna talk about it Friendo.”

Wade joined you by dramatically pushing all the clothes off the bed, making an even bigger mess of your room. He flopped down onto your bed stomach first, propping himself up by his elbows. He kicked his feet and smiled at you.

“I’m all ears.”

“I don’t know how to start” You admitted.

“Start with an ‘I feel’ statement” 

Another sigh escaped your mouth. How did you feel? It felt complicated. You met him a few months ago. At first he was rude and closed off. Then he slowly began to open up, sure you still bickered and fought like cats, but it had playful undertones. (‘Sexy undertones’ Wade had joked) When he was being genuine and open, it felt like you could talk to him for hours. Though he never spoke for too long, he would to listen to you earnestly. Up until a few weeks ago, that is.

“I feel like Logan hates me. I feel like he would rather huff paint thinner than have a decent conversation with me.”

Wade laughed. “Well that’s not true, I can’t get him to huff anything.”

You shot him a look.

“Listen, I invite Mr. Grumpy out every time. But he’s too busy sulking to get fucked up with us. He would rather get drunk and pass out in the floor of the apartment. He probably won’t even show up.” Wade gave you a reassuring look.

“If he does you’re gonna be there with me. We’ll leave if you feel uncomfortable at all.”

He rolled over and sat up, putting an arm around you.

“I’ve just noticed your mood lately I need you to know that I love you.” He gave your shoulder a squeeze.  “-and I miss getting fucked up with you.”

“Will you stab him for me if he’s mean?”

“Of course. I always have Baby Knife on me.”

“Fine. Let me get ready”

He jumped off the bed excitedly.

You pushed Wade out the door to get dressed, pausing in the doorway. “Wade?”

“Yes Friendo?” He turned on his heel

“I love you too bud”

He squealed as you closed the door.

~~~

You never understood why Wade wouldn’t just buy a car. He makes decent money (he doesn’t) and could probably afford a nice one. (He couldn’t) At one point you recall him having a weird hyperfixation with the Honda Odyssey (he fucked Wolverine in one) (allegedly)

Instead, you were climbing into the back of a dirty beat up taxi cab that his friend, Dopinder, drove for a living. At least you didn’t have to walk. Dopinder was a sweet guy, if not a little unhinged every once in a while. 

“You look quite beautiful tonight Miss Y/N” He complimented you as you settled in the back seat. You smiled at him, appreciating the comment. Wade had picked out your dress and you felt a little exposed and out of your element in it. It wasn’t anything crazy, just a slick black dress with a low neck line. The dress was short, ending a little above the knee. The problem was the slit up the side. You wanted to wear tights under the outfit but Wade insisted on fishnets. ‘You look like a goth baddie’  he had assured you, ‘Like a Hot Topic clearance rack version of Morticia Addams.’

Wade hopped in the front and immediately started to flip through the radio channels. Dopinder usually had on pleasant sounding Indian pop music but Wade settled on some heavily censored 90’s hip hop. 

The drive was rocky. Wade, who almost never kept his hands to himself, would grab poor  Dopinder while dancing along to the music causing the cab to swerve. A lot.

Having made it to the bar in one piece, you quickly scrambled out of the back, thanking the young man for the ride. 

Wade waited for you at the door.

~~~

The bar was loud and dark. One of those typical bars you see in movies, filled with moving bodies and cigarette smoke. Music pumped through the speakers with some people lingering near the bar while others swayed on the dance floor. Wade bounced through the crowd pulling you along towards the bar, where his group of friends took up half the bar area. You scanned the crowd nervously. No Logan. Your muscles relaxed, and you moved with a little more energy.

Wade greeted his friends with various enthusiastic greetings and crude gestures. You smiled in greeting and waved at a friend you recognized but sat down on a stool next to where Wade stood, him blocking you from most of the other bar patrons. There was a part of you that was a little disappointed that Logan wasn’t here. It made sense if he didn’t show up here, this bar was honestly more like a club, upbeat and energetic. He’s used to dark depressing dive bars, places you can drink yourself into a coma and not be bothered. But the few times he had shown up here you had thought that he enjoyed your company, for a little while at least. During times when the others were off doing dubious shit somewhere, he’d sit with you at the bar. You even managed to get him to dance with you once. That all changed recently. Something happened that caused him to be distant and often rude for seemingly no reason.

Everyone seems to be so happy to see Wade and he, them. You didn’t really know why you were here. It already felt overwhelming. You used to love coming here. Drinking and dancing, playing pool badly and belting out shitty country music karaoke with everyone. Lately, things have felt different. You’ve lost interest in a lot of the things you use to enjoy, spending your days just working and rotting in your apartment. This was too much.

Wade touched your shoulder causing you to jump.

“Hey we’re off to play some darts you in?” 

You smiled at your friend. “You really wouldn’t want me to play, you’d end up as the dart board.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time Sweetheart” Wade laughed, “we’ll be over there if you change your mind.” He made a heart with his hands and turned toward the group already making their way to the play area.

You sat quietly at the counter with a glass of something sweet and strong. You wanted to feel a buzz but you needed it to taste good. Your eyes scanned the crowd, people watching. You watched people dance and sway to the newest Kesha song blaring through the speakers. You witnessed a near fight over a pool game. You heard Wade’s laughter from across the room, his friends echoing along. You felt alone. It was your fault you told yourself. If you wanted to feel better you would’ve gotten up and joined your friends. But here you sat, being miserable on purpose. 

“Hey beautiful, mind if I joined you?” Your head snapped up meeting the face of someone you didn’t recognize. He was good looking, in a vanilla frat boy kinda way. With his backwards hat, sleeveless tank, skinny jeans and all.

But he smiled like a wolf.

“I’m sorry.” You tried to smile politely, but you had a twinge of anxiety growing in your chest. “I’m not really in the mood for company” 

The man smiled motioning to the bartender for a drink. “Can’t I just buy you a drink? “

“Really, I’m fine” You turned back to your drink, your eyes unfocused, hoping that if you just ignored him he’d leave. Your gut flipped when you heard him pull out the stool next to you. He wasn’t leaving.

“Come on babe, I can show you a good time”

“She said she ain’t looking for company bub.” A low voice growled behind you. A beer bottle came down heavily in between you and the creep. Your eyes trailed the hairy but beautifully sculpted arm to its owner, though you already knew who it belonged to. Logan. Even in this lighting you could see his rugged face. His hair was styled in its iconic cat ear shape. His beard was trimmed nicely combined with his thick muttonchops. His eyes were a little hazy but beautiful and dark. You met those eyes for a brief moment, he smirked at you before his gaze flickered to the other man.

 “Well?” He rumbled, barring his teeth.

“Naw, I was here first grandpa, you fuck off.” The frat guy stood up straight, trying to look intimidating.

“Trust me” Logan chuckled. He straightened cracking his knuckles before raising his fists and extending three razor sharp Adamantium claws from each hand.

“You don’t want none of this”

~~~

“You didn’t have to do that” you looked down at your glass avoiding Logan’s gaze. You heard him land heavily in the bar stool next to you. He tapped the counter signaling the bartender who was very clearly avoiding your side of the bar.

“I wasn’t going to have some limp dick creeping on you.”

“I was handling it” 

“You didn’t seem like you were handling anything Princess.” He scoffed.

You shot him a look. He smirked as he chugged his remaining beer, you couldn’t help watch his throat bob as he drank. He finished and loudly set the bottle down. He met your eyes and you looked away feeling your face heat violently.

“You thirsty princess?” He asked as the bartender set down two shots of something before scurrying away. He slid one glass your way.

“No thank you. I have my own drink”

You pushed the glass back his way. He eyed your almost empty cocktail and shrugged.

“Suit yourself” he took the glasses and knocked back both shots simultaneously slamming the glasses back down. After a few moments of silence, where you clearly felt Logan eyeing you the entire time, you sighed.

“I didn’t think I’d see you tonight Logan.” You admitted. Another beer had appeared in front of him, he took a swig. He eyed you, his eyes slowly trailing from your face down your body. They rested at the slit in your dress, exposing most of your fishnet covered thigh. You felt a ping in your lower belly, causing you to cross your legs uncomfortably. His eyes followed to movement. He licked his lips and met your eyes again smirking.

“Why didja miss me?”

You looked down at the growing piles of shredded napkins you had been anxiously ripping apart. 

“Yes” you said at last. There was no point in lying. You did miss him. Even seeing him now, clearly drinking away his problems, you couldn’t help but feel glad he was there with you. You were glad he scared away that creep, despite his now passive aggressive demeanor. You met his eyes again.

He snorted and tipped the beer to his lips.“You’re a fucking liar”

You felt your gut squeeze with anger. Why was he treating you this way? You didn’t ask him to step in to a play hero. You didn’t ask him for anything. You just wanted to get out of your shitty apartment for one goddamn night. You balled your fists and spun to face him fully.

“What. The. Fuck.” You clenched your teeth annunciating each word bitterly. “Is. YOUR PROBLEM”

“My PROBLEM,” he practically spat the word,

”is that I have to deal with your moody ass attracting the eye of every fucking creep in this place when you very fucking clearly don’t want to be here.” 

You threw your hands up angrily and gestured around the bar. 

“I didn’t want to deal with any of this Logan. I just wanted to go out with my FRIENDS, which I used to think you were one. I don’t fucking know what prick you had up your ass lately, but you sure as hell don’t act like you like me. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?”

He was silent for a moment, studying your face, making it turn even redder. Then he laughed. He shook his head laughing and sloppily chugged his second beer.

You had enough. You needed to get away from him. You shoved yourself back, tipping the stool over in the process.

“Come find me when you figure out what you want.” You turned to leave. You made it a few steps before you heard Logan’s voice call mockingly.

“Nice dress by the way” 

You didn’t turn to look at him.

“Fuck you, Logan”

~~~

You ran your hands under cold water, leaning over the sink you splashed the water into your face and sighed. You looked into your mirrored face. This was a disaster.

Maybe if you just stayed in the bathroom you can avoid everyone until Wade was ready to leave. You felt bad that you ran off instead of finding him. You would’ve felt safe with Wade.

Your head was swimming, from the alcohol or the interaction with Logan you couldn’t tell.

The speaker above you crackled playing the opening notes to ‘Dirty Diana’, a favorite of yours. A banger Wade would say.

Without warning the door sung open and Logan stumbled in. 

“You’re in the wrong bathroom you drunk asshole” you snapped. His eyes met yours from a brief moment before he swayed slightly and took a step forward.

He pushed past you wordlessly and began kicking open the bathroom stalls. They were all empty. 

“Dude get out” You gripped the sink behind you, watching Logan warily. You knew deep down he wouldn’t hurt you but you obviously didn’t want him in here with you. He turned to you, taking a step forward.

”I needed to talk to you”

“Yeah, you could have waited til I got out of the ladies room??” 

“No.” he growled before in one swift movement he was in front of you, his arms on either side of the sink trapping you between them. Your breath came out in a shudder and your knees wobbled. This honestly was a thing out of a fantasy, something that you were embarrassed to admit you’ve thought about. You had been fighting your feelings for this big stupid man, stuck between thoughts of friendship and lust. God, he wasn’t helping with the latter.

“Logan”

“I’m sorry” he said looking as remorseful as he could under the circumstances.

“What did you need to talk about that couldn’t wait Lo?” You swallowed, gently lifting your hand and placing it on his chest, pushing lightly. His hands moved to your legs keeping you from pushing him further.

“Ya told me to find you when I figured out what I wanted”

“Yeah” You scoffed. “Enlighten me”

~~~

“I want you”

Logan leaned over you, his hands sliding up your thighs to rest on your hips. His fingers dug in lightly, the movement making your legs feel like jelly. You gripped his shoulders to steady yourself. He was so firm and warm under your hands.

His face was inches from yours, his expression unreadable in the low lighting. You smelled the smoke and alcohol on his breath.

“God, do you ever suck on anything other than Wade’s dick and cheap cigars?”

He leaned in close to your ear and growled, 

“Ya looking to find out princess?”

You felt a ping of desire sink into your lower belly as his hand moved from your waist.

Shivers went down your spine as his hands slid up your torso coming to a stop right below your breasts. One of his thumbs brushed upwards lightly, teasingly.

You sucked in a breath as he lowered his face to your neck and brushed a kiss to the sensitive skin. His facial hair tickling your jaw.

“Logan, you’re drunk.” You croaked out, pulling away slightly, your hands sliding from his shoulders. He moved with you.

You felt his lips brush your skin again, another kiss, before his thumb slid upward against your breast. Fuck. The wet heat between your legs was unbearable. You needed some sort of friction. You definitely noticed the pressure from his pants pressed against your stomach. So close, you just needed anything. You bucked your hips against his, almost involuntarily, causing a rumble to escape his throat. His thumb stroked again.

“That’s a good girl” His head bobbed lower dragging his tongue down as he kissed your neck. You could feel him smile as he sucked the skin of your collar bone in a way that would definitely leave a mark. Holy Hell. What was happening.

You were sick of your neck getting all the attention as you reached up to take his face in your hand. He practically melted at your touch, his breath hitching as you stroked his cheek with your thumb. You wanted him, needed his mouth on yours. You pulled his face up, a little roughly, to meet your gaze. You thought you heard him let out a little surprised chuckle from the movement. His eyes were half lidded as he met yours. He was drunk, and you realized, so were you. You leaned in, your lips feather light against his-

You jumped at Wade’s voice from the other side of the door, calling for you.

Shit. You dropped your hand away from his face.

Logan growled, low and angry. He abruptly took his hot hands from your body and leaned his head to your ear, you felt his lips against your skin.

“Some other time then, darlin’.” He pulled away from you swaying slightly, before grabbing his beer from the counter and yanking open the bathroom door.

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Anyway, thanks for reading. I guess I don’t know if this is any good and I will be posting the rest on Ao3 eventually

[kazucee]

★CANT BE MORE DOWN BAD THAN I AM ! It's the way a smile could easily coax a heartbeat to race. It's the way that lingering unintentional stares manage to leave one on just teetering the edge of insanity. It's the way that despite everything, at the end of the day you'll both still remain roommates, but then the start of a new day begins and suddenly you're questioning everything all over again.

In which our favourite scribe and architect struggle with feelings and their painfully obvious pining, for the lovers who up till now don't know where they stand in the positive negative line of relationships. Pairings: Alhaitham x Kaveh ! [Wk: 897]

Tall, blonde and gorgeous. Like that stupid french fry meme that has done its fair share of circulation throughout sumeru. It was stupid really that Kaveh had been the first to come to the scribe's mind when Cyno had mentioned it a few days ago during their annual TCG card gathering, it was stupid how Alhaitham can't seem to keep his mind off the architect after that event. It was fresh in his mind, burrowing and making a home in the alcoves of his brain cavity, making its unwanted and pestering presence known throughout the entire day. His entire day. Kaveh. Kaveh. Kaveh. With blonde hair that reminds him of a sunflower. The brunette ends contrasting to his golden honey spun hair making themselves known everyday, every minute, every second of his damn life.

It was an imperfection, unsymmetrical, a product of Kaveh’s laziness—since the architect had stopped bothering to hide his natural hair color with that hideous brunette hair dye that always smelled a little too pungent for Alhaitham’s liking—he couldn't tolerate but found himself staring at for a moment too long. It was bothering him. Kaveh and his stupid blonde hair and the stupid brunette tips at the end. It was a painfully ethereal reminder that the blonde was in fact the object of his desires, the recipient of his pathetic pining and silent adoration.

Even at this moment, with Kaveh sitting innocently enough on that green couch that he claimed was hideous, the scribe thinks—no feels that he must be at the tipping edge of his sanity, grasping at the strings desperately. It's just Kaveh. His roommate. With the stupid blonde hair, the brunette tips and the red clips stuck in different directions driving him to the point of madness as he casually sits there and sketches his latest commision and blabbering about nonsensical things.

Despite showing his complete disinterest towards Kaveh’s complaints about his latest client, the blonde still yammered on. Alhaitham tries, desperately, to find it in himself to switch on that damned noise canceling button and be done with his roommates voice. But he found himself listening, though with disinterest, book in hand, headphones on and hearing every single word, it's like an old record that one resonated with by chance and it won't stop playing it's hypnotizing tune. He needs fresh air. And he'll keep needing fresh air, he thinks that it's the fact that they've been living together and he had gotten a little too used to the others' constant presence.

If Kaveh noticed Alhaithams change in the way he regarded him, more softer, like how your lover would whisper sweet nothings to you at the dead of night, under the lavender scented sheets and away from the world's view. Kaveh had truly mastered the art of ‘if you convince yourself enough, then there's nothing wrong with your roommates sudden change in behavioral patterns.’ The blonde will pretend that waking up to a warm blanket that definitely wasn't there the night before was normal and Alhaitham was probably just making sure he's still alive to pay rent by the end of the month. He'll pretend that he definitely didn't suddenly start picking up on ancient runes just so that he'd have a ground for conversation with that nuisance of a roommate of his. His. Roomate. His nuisance of a roommate that he'd catch looking at him with a pinch of sweetness and warmth, with that smile that he pretends isn't there when Kaveh tells him cheesy jokes or his usual complaints.

It didn't matter that Kaveh wanted all those secret looks and smiles to mean something, at this point he'd take anything from that dense scribe's mind. He didn't know exactly where Alhaitham fit in his scale of friends, he had Tighnari for whenever he has some gossip to spill, Cyno for when he needs someone to carry him home should he ever end up drunk to the point where he can't stand straight, Nilou for when a casual day comes by so they can sit down and have tea together and chat about all the lovely things. But Alhaitham—there is no set definition of where their relationship (no friendship) stands. There's too many variables that come into play whenever he's involved, he's his roomate, his best friend, the person he could see himself spending the rest of his life with—but the latter thought is saved for those nights where he'd indulge in all those variables, where there's no need for a set relationship, where Alhaitham would stop sending him all these signals and still not act upon them.

Denial is not only a river or the act of deluding oneself. Denial is two roommates, polar opposites, with an ever changing and confusing relationship, with mixed signals, imperfections that seem to still appear perfect to the other, thoughts about the future. Their future. When those multiple variables finally reach a derived conclusion. A conclusion that they both wished would desperately happen, but until then they'll keep dancing on that fragile line of best friends, roommates, and maybe in those quiet slow days, lovers.

Small a/n: this drabble was so impulsive and so not proofread haha. See I'm supposed to be asleep right now but my body clock won't allow it for some reason so I thought 'oh I should write about Haikaveh'. College is sucking the life out of me but hey there are times where I get random bursts of 'oh go write this it'll be fun' moments. Anyways for the Haikaveh' enjoyers, it's so hard to come by Haikaveh fics here on Tumblr- or I'm just looking at the wrong places?

The characters are from genshin impact ! Fic by me © All rights reserved.

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[crowshuh]

your titles and the themes they imply are so dang cool. can i have a #5 and a #2 from the wip ask game?

ask meme

thank you i try! 5 is the only one I won’t claim credit for since it’s from a Florence & the Machine song but coming up with titles is always a fun time for me ;P

here’s #5: Various Storms & Saints, it’s a long time wip for dragon age inquisition ft. my inquisitor hanna (+cassandra) going back to his hometown after he discovers his childhood friend and first boyfriend was killed because i clearly enjoy exploring death in dragon age too much

5. From arriving in port, half the daylight is spent by Cassandra in a crusade of terrorizing the city’s stable masters to rent them a horse and cart—news of the templars' betrayal of their Chantry, of their Divine, had only just reached the ears here and had soured the peoples’ appetite for men and women of the sword. A noblewoman with a golden scapular upon her breast clicks her tongue loudly in their direction and the sound sends a snap of green light, hot as lightning, behind Hanna’s eyelids. Benediction.

The remaining light drags them down and out of cobbled streets and towards the city’s outer estates. And through the cold fever over his mind, the Herald catches a vision in the woodgrain of his own body returning to Ostwick. The dermal itch of lyrium recedes into a steady burn beneath the skin of his left palm as he sees it. Rotten wood of the coffin smelling too much like a locked closet from childhood. Just as dark and just as tight as well. The burning eye curling across the Seeker’s ribcage stares and he meets its gaze.

In the voice of his dreams, it says it will be worse.

There will be no familiarity in this end, be that a comfort to him or not, it does not care. There will be no comparison to make from it… Were Andraste’s screams not wrought from pain and pain alone? The only thing that feels like burning is burning. And the only thing that awaits him at this end is the gaping maw of oblivion.

He hopes there is little left for the pyre once he has gone. He stretches the fingers of a distant hand just to feel the pull through tightened muscles. As the manor—their destination—rears over the hill.

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and here is #2 aka layer 1: conjunction aka nikkidina weirdness that i need to finish sometime soon... dry banter and telepathy and not flinching when the other looks at you with a face you know like your own.

You watch his eyes slide open, assessing you for a moment. “I don’t think telepathy works like sound, Dina.”

“What does it work like then?”

“It works like telepathy.”

You frown. “I still think it’d help to ease things back a little.” Nikki pulls himself upright, stray curls laid flat from the heat and humidity. 

“You’re saying I do things your way.” You nod silently and he blows out a breath, unconvinced. “I don’t even know if I can.” You turn your body towards him in single-minded focus. 

“I can teach you.” 

The words are as much instigation as they are suggestion. One he won’t back down from, you both know it. And you see Nikki’s eye-teeth flash with interest. You smile, and a beat later, so does he. Pink mouth and the sliver of a canine, he leans towards you.

“Alright, fine.”

You adjust your position on the couch, drawing a leg up and under yourself to face Nikki more comfortably. Hands run over worn jeans as you chew on how best to do this. The tangible push and slide of thoughts through you might be something you've adjusted to, but what about Nikki? A feather-light touch to you might feel like taking a hammer to a window to him. 

You need to meet in the middle.

“Give me your hands- actually, hold on.” You drop your hands, already half extended, in favor of grabbing the hem of your long sleeve shirt and pulling it off. Skin meets heavy air, and Nikki, to his credit, doesn’t balk at your tattoos, just raises an eyebrow in question. You hold out your palms again and he lays his hands in yours. They’re calloused, alive and warm, and you can see blue veins under the thin skin.

“Touch should help. Makes it more grounded,” you reason, feeling him chart your hands with his own fingertips. Tracing over scars and the stray freckle, he presses a thumb gently into the meat of your hand.

[sheriff-t-money]

"I broke my rules for you."

From this meme prompt.

A heavy sigh fell from thin lips that tightly pressed together after its escape. Somewhere to his right, he heard Bobby give a guttural, confused, sob. It broke Travis' heart almost as much as the sight before him.

Kaylee. Everyone's energetic ball of light. Extinguished in a pool of her own blood. 'This is going to destroy Chris,' was the only thought running through his mind. It was the only thought he allowed in his mind. For now.

Amelia's death had nearly broken him as it was. It was only for the sake of the kids that Chris had kept himself together. This? Travis didn't see a way back from this.

And he had let it happen.

It all began with a push of a single domino. A decision to keep two early-bird counselors in prison cells. It wasn't Max. He had no idea where that boy was currently locked up. It was Laura Kearney.

Motive, means, opportunity.

The holy trinity in law enforcement.

Outwardly, he was as stern and stoic as ever. In fact, he was probably overcompensating. Because he was one second away from a fuckin' breakdown. He'd caused this. He hadn't pulled the trigger, but he had sure as fuck presented the means and opportunity on a literal silver platter.

Where had he gone wrong? He tried mentally retracing his steps over the past two months. He'd be mindful of letting them get too close. Hell, he kept the most important room, his personal armory, locked up tight.

The answer became clear. He'd fuckin' underestimated her. Travis had made it his career to be a damn good judge of people. Hell, in the grand scope of cops, he thought he was pretty damn lenient. Kearney, on first impression, was a typical young adult still finding her way. Plenty of dreams and few answers.

The few interactions he had allowed himself to have with her revealed . . . a few more layers. A deeper complexity. But he had stopped himself there. That night spent having as close to a heart-to-heart as he could muster was a mistake. He'd revealed too much to her.

He'd mistaken her understanding for sympathy.

The fuckin' problem was he had no idea what to feel about this . . . situation. This damned horror story he was submerged in. He had a foot in both sunlight and in the shade. Laura Kearney had killed a monster that would have killed her right back without a thought.

But she had also killed his niece.

And damn it if Kaylee wasn't a beautiful soul. That girl was going to go places instead of being trapped here like her bum of an uncle. Now, she was floating here with the chemicals in the pool slowly eating away at her dead flesh.

Travis' body is aching. He pushes himself up from the kneeled position he was sitting in beside the pool. The rain threatens above. He can hear the distant roll of thunder and smell the moisture in the air.

"Call Pa, Bobby," he says finally, keeping his tone controlled. Bobby's face was wet, leaving red streaks down his neck and the front of his overalls. "She needs to go home. I'll," and he hesitates, quickly clearing his throat to avoid the slight catch that formed in it, "I'll . . . tell Ma."

Travis turns, dark eyes shadowed even deeper, bags under his eyes heavier than normal, to take one last look at his niece. He allows the memory to burn. More guilt to carry to his grave. Another weight to his shoulders.

He won't be able to rest from this. Not even when his body is turned to ash. Guys like him didn't deserve peace.

Turning away, he exits the pool area and starts the long trek home. He only allows himself one thought. A new thought.

'Why the fuck did I break the rules for her?'

[kaleidoscopiccc]

yapping time!!

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

coffee mugs all the way

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

chocolate bars, I hate lollipops I love chocolate

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

bubblegum

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

loud. very very loud. lots of personality. (I was one of those kids who was convinced she was a grown adult)

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

can

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

grunge, i don't think i have a specific aesthetic i just kinda wear what i think looks cool, its just that most of the time what looks cool is black clothes

7. earbuds or headphones?

headphones, earbuds give me a headache

8. movies or tv shows?

tv shows, not the biggest film connoisseur

9. favorite smell in the summer?

I spend my more memorable summers in turkey so simit vendors next to the Mediterranean Sea, also more recently burnt popcorn

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

I was really good at solo badminton if that makes sense, not much else, not excited to have to take pe again

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

toast. I love toast

12. name of your favorite playlist?

oh all of my rtc characters playlists, rn it’s “oceans gonna take you down // ocean oconnell rosenberg - rtc” and “like a lamb to the slaughter // penny lamb - rtc/legoland”, also “don't you worry about your curly hair” im very emotionally attached to

13. lanyard or key ring?

lanyard, I lose stuff too easily

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

 I can get behind anything sour 

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

to kill a mockingbird :3

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

my pair of tennis shoes of the year

18. ideal weather?

RAIN GOD PLEASE I WANT RAIN

19. sleeping position?

ok the long side of my bed is up against a wall so there’s this perfect corner that I can fit my entire front body body into and it’s the comfiest thing ever

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

notes app but using the draw function or notebook, i like writing things

21. obsession from childhood?

I’ve retained a good amount of Greek mythology knowledge from 4-7th grade

22. role model?

it’s so cringe but basically all the cyclone actors that regularly interact w me i love all of them w all my heart

23. strange habits?

I meow a lot. but like. just the word meow. that might just be a stimming thing idk. idk a lot of things.

24. favorite crystal?

any one w pretty colors, I’m a little crow at heart

25. first song you remember hearing?

hello by adelle

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

stay home. its never just warm in az, always boiling

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

again, its never cold, just a little cool. so hanging out w friends :3

28. five songs to describe you?

Letter to my 13 year old self (i too have curly hair and a foreign name and wish to be a star), pink pony club, the prophecy, the grudge, youre gonna go far

29. best way to bond with you?

ASK ME QUESTIONS! MAKE ME TAKE STUPID ONLINE PERSONALITY QUIZZES! LET ME INFODUMP!

30. places that you find sacred?

the theater, I LOVE the theater

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

tank top, leather jacket, mini skirt, bandana, sick ass earrings

33. most used phrase in your phone?

btw

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

ay. gaz. duh duh duh!

35. average time you fall asleep?

12ish

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

vines compilations

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

dufflebag

38. lemonade or tea?

lemonade. lemonsssss……..

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

lemon cake

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

kid dressed up as jesus went around dapping up 5th graders

41. last person you texted?

@wa3v3y

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

jacket pocket

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

leather jacket

44. favorite scent for soap?

rose

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

fantasy

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

my moms childhood clothes I stole

47. favorite type of cheese?

I hate cheese, if I have to pick, mozzarella 

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

vişne :3

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

fuck it, we ball

51. current stresses?

school soon…………

52. favorite font?

fonts are a pain

53. what is the current state of your hands?

long black nails idk how else to explain it I like my hands

55. favorite fairy tale?

NASRETIN HOCA

56. favorite tradition?

I make chocolate pudding every new years, thats very fun i think, i also just like chocolate pudding

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

November 2022, June 2023, September 2023

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

I’m really flexible despite not having much visible muscle, I have a really good semi-short term memory, and I can recite the entire script of ride the cyclone word for word

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

I should’ve stayed home …

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

magical girl, I really wanna be a magical girl

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“I would gladly take my 17 years over nothing”

62. seven characters you relate to?

every cyclone character (this counts as 3), amity blight, lisa frankenstein, beth march, christine canigula

64. favorite website from your childhood?

friv 2016, I was SUCH a flash game girl

65. any permanent scars?

acne scars, don’t pick at your skin kids

66. favorite flower(s)?

call me basic but I really do love roses, and forget me nots! I love forget me nots!!

67. good luck charms?

not a charm but I always re-paint my nails when I REALLY need something to go well

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

your skin doesn’t actually have sensors for “wet”, your brain uses surrounding context clues to figure out what actually feels wet

70. left or right handed?

right, I do use my left for basically everything else though

71. least favorite pattern?

fake paint

72. worst subject?

chemistry. it’s not even hard I just don’t listen in class

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

like a 7

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

like 4 or 5, i was very early to everything

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

in n out french fries

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

gas station coffee, coffee is coffee

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

don’t have a drivers license but my school id is Pretty Damn Bad

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

earth tones, I love me browns and blacks and greens

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

fireflies

82. pc or console?

PC PC PC I HATE CONSOLE PC AND ALWAYS PC

83. writing or drawing?

writing, my ability to draw is far too inconsistent

84. podcasts or talk radio?

podcasts

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie, i have 2 sitting in my closet rn

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies! I make some banger chocolate chip cookies

87. your greatest fear?

everyone love leaving me, and death, isn't that everyones

88. your greatest wish?

come out wout anyone caring

89. who would you put before everyone else?

@wa3v3y hi tagged you twice. love you.

91. boxes or bags?

bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

lamp, dim enough for ambience, bright enough to comfortably see

93. nicknames?

hate them, hate them so bad

94. favorite season?

autumn! ultimate weirdgirl season!!!

95. favorite app on your phone?

tumblr, hi guys

96. desktop background?

trinity ride the cyclone!!!!

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

one… my moms….

98. favorite historical era?

tudor dynasty!

weird asks that say a lot

in

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

13. lanyard or key ring?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

18. ideal weather?

19. sleeping position?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

21. obsession from childhood?

22. role model?

23. strange habits?

24. favorite crystal?

25. first song you remember hearing?

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

28. five songs to describe you?

29. best way to bond with you?

30. places that you find sacred?

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

32. top five favorite vines?

33. most used phrase in your phone?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

35. average time you fall asleep?

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

38. lemonade or tea?

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

41. last person you texted?

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

44. favorite scent for soap?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

47. favorite type of cheese?

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

51. current stresses?

52. favorite font?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

54. what did you learn from your first job?

55. favorite fairy tale?

56. favorite tradition?

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

62. seven characters you relate to?

63. five songs that would play in your club?

64. favorite website from your childhood?

65. any permanent scars?

66. favorite flower(s)?

67. good luck charms?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

70. left or right handed?

71. least favorite pattern?

72. worst subject?

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

84. podcasts or talk radio?

84. barbie or polly pocket?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

88. your greatest wish?

89. who would you put before everyone else?

90. luckiest mistake?

91. boxes or bags?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

93. nicknames?

94. favorite season?

95. favorite app on your phone?

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?

[ofluckandmagic]

Twenty Tav Questions Meme!

Tagged by: @clandekariios

Tagging: @faerunsfinestmisfits, @starwrittenfates,

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I. what do they smell like at their freshest? (and/or after a tenday. your choice)

Alix: Cold night air and stargazer lilies, with a hint of hyacinths.

Eydis: Ponderosa Pines (Vanilla), pine needles, and forgesmoke.

Il. what would their blood taste like to vampires?

Alix: Cold and syrupy. A hard to place taste, some kind of mix between fresh raspberries and rum, with a hint of something else. It’s distinctly sweet, but entirely unique.

Eydis: Coffee and aged wine, with a hint of what reminds you of homemade soup. Inviting and intoxicating.

Ill. how would they kiss their LI?

Alix: Tenderly. With care and a genuine sense of love and adoration. If the mood allows for it he has passion behind it.

Eydis: Hesitantly, as if they aren’t sure how to continue. Once the hesitation wears off, however, they are equally enthusiastic as their partner.

IV. how do they sleep with their LI (what position, does one steal the blankets, is one too hot/cold, etc)?

Alix: He does not sleep very often. But when he lays with his partner (or partners in some cases. Polyam king), he is usually unbothered by the temperature around him. Very much the type to share blankets and sleep with none. He likes to be either underneath his partner(s) or flat on his back with them laying beside him. He likes to card his fingers through their hair.

Eydis: Blanket hog. Cuddle bug. The type to steal blankets and then curl up beside them with their head on their partner’s chest. They enjoy the sensation of holding hands as they sleep.

V. what does their tent area look like? where do they prefer to pitch their tent (next to water, covered on three sides, etc)?

Alix: Neat. Tidy. Everything organized by shape and colors. The tent itself is purple and dark blue fabric that has been sewn together with silver thread. It’s vaguely reminiscent of a mini planetarium/astronomy tower. Including a small telescope, and various books. There’s a well loved, hand sewn deer stuffed animal, alongside a few quilted blankets. He prefers to pitch his tent out in the open, allowing for a clear view of the sky without obscuring it too much.

Eydis: Organized chaos. Everything is exactly where they know it to be, but if it gets changed they panic. It’s cluttered, complete with a small blacksmith’s forge, various forging tools, and a mini woodworking station. Light fabric that has been weathered. There’s a collection of small worn painted portraits against one of the tent’s walls. The most prominent is a painting of a much younger Eydis and their parental guardians, its old and covered in vines. They usually pitch against a tree or two.

VI. if they had a set of dnd dice, what would they look like?

Alix: galaxy inspired dice, purples and blues with silver glitter

Eydis: light green and bronze, the resin seems to have four leaf clovers within

VIl. do they collect anything (gems, bottles, keys, etc)?

Alix: He collects mainly books, and sheet music. Various instruments as well. While he no longer considers himself an Artisan, he is particularly fond of collecting fabric.

Eydis: Various scrapmetal, and other types of raw ore. They have a habit of collecting geodes and has in their possession, a peculiar bird skull. Both due to a fascination with how they are formed and a respect for wanting to keep nature with them at all times.

VIlI. if either, are they part of the astarion/gale book club (magic & literature) or the wyll/shadowheart book club (trashy romance novels)?

Alix: Both. He craves knowledge. This comes at the price of adoring magic and literature, but also the trashy romance novels. It’s Wylls fault, really, but he is content with his decision to collect every book under the sun.

IX. if they had to be put in a "get along shirt" with a companion, who would it be?

Alix: At first? Lae’zel. He grows to appreciate her in the long run, but feels strongly about their bond by the end of the journey. Otherwise? Jaheira. He doesn’t dislike her, per se, but rather finds himself very apprehensive since she is aware of his true nature and disapproves. (At least he thinks she does).

Eydis: Minthara.

X. do they prefer speak with dead or speak with animals?

Alix: He would like to say ‘speak with dead’, as it proves useful to talk to those he’s long since lost due to time. However, he more frequently uses ‘speak with animals’, due to his curiosity about the beasts around him.

Eydis: Speak with animals. They’re an animal lover at heart (it comes with the territory of being a Druid), but also it brings them a sense of peace and more importantly, nostalgia.

XI. what are their thoughts on clowns?

Alix: He finds them charming, albeit he also sees them as ‘amateur’ entertainers. He’d never say this aloud, of course.

Eydis: GET ‘EM AWAY FROM ME. NO!!

XII. their companions are gossiping about them behind their back! who is it and what are they saying?

Alix: Karlach. Most likely gossiping about his peculiar tattoos. He can’t tell if she’s making fun of him for having a built in night light, or is genuinely concerned for his well being.

Eydis: Astarion and Shadowheary. 100% though, Eydis is gossiping with them about things going on in camp. They’re eager to hear about the drama and tea, but are also quick to deny having part gossiping at all.

XIII. what makes them laugh? what does their laugh sound like?

Alix: He laughs primarily at sensible jokes. Clever wordplay. He doesn’t laugh often. A gentle, but warm sound. More a soft chuckle. Sometimes, on rare occasions a full bellies rich laugh. If his companions are lucky, they can trick him into laughing over something that makes him incredibly irate otherwise.

Eydis: Stupid jokes and puns. But, really they will laugh at anything considered ‘funny’. Including themselves and others falling in Grease. Their laugh sounds sort of like a zebra calling. It’s warm and infectious, sometimes uncontrollable to the point of wheezing.

XIV. do they have any inside jokes among their companions?

Alix: He and Wyll have an inside joke regarding clowns, and in particular who can do the best clown impression (alix never wins). Similarly, Alix and Karlach have a running gag about who can say the most creative swear words. (On occasion, when she hound in Lae’zel wins)

Eydis: Eydis has running/inside jokes with most of their companions. ‘Is that a bird?’ is a common inside joke between Eydis and Lae’zel, particularly about things that are very much not birds. Eydis and Gale have an inside joke regarding whether or not you can eat Weavemoss, which usually results in a heated debate. Shadowheart and Eydis in particular, have a longstanding joke in which one or the other will lock each other out of rooms/areas, then create a dramatic plan to ‘break down the door in creative ways’, which the other companions do not seem to find nearly as funny as the two involved. The entire party has a near constant inside joke about how many forging weapons can Eydis carry at any given time. (The answer is… a lot).

XV. what's the description of their camp clothes in the inventory menu?

Alix: “A set of vibrant dark blue, teal, and brown well taken care of clothes. Hand threaded stitching looks as though it has been re-sewn countless times. They seem to smell of honeysuckle and rosemary, but the scent has long since gone stale, replaced by the distinct scent of stardust.”

Eydis: “The dark green color seems to have been bleached and faded on these garbs, leaving a lighter color in its wake. Tears litter the sleeves, and hem of the tunic, while the trousers have tears on the knees and ankles. The wearer can’t bring themself to patch them up, it seems. Despite everything they have gone through, they still fit like a glove.”

XVI. what's the description of their underwear in the inventory menu?

Alix: “This simple pair of old worn dark blue boxers with tiny hand sewn constellations. There seem to be patches of lighter blue and yellow fabric stitched in to repair holes from a mothball.”

Eydis: “Green lace adorns the edges of this underwear, the colors vibrant compared to the rest of the clothes the Druid wears. It seems as though the tag has been ripped clean off.”

XVII. how do they celebrate their birthday?

Alix: Prior to the Nautiloid, he spent his birthdays studying alone in his room, or out on the town performing some gig. It was any other day for him. He has been around long enough to not even know the exact date of his birthday, let alone a reason to celebrate it. Sometime after the end of the adventure, his birthday comes, and he finds himself celebrating it properly among friends. It’s new for him, but Alix finds himself enjoying being cared for.

Eydis: Back home, Eydis would spend their birthdays with their whole family. Extended and all that. It was overwhelming, but welcoming. Their birthday, these days seems to be smaller in scale. No large event or celebration surrounded by the dwarven community they grew up in, but rather a quiet night with a group of people who they find pleasant to be around with. It will never be the same as their nostalgia remembers birthdays to be, but that isn’t a bad thing.

XVIII. what modern day tv show would they binge over a weekend? do they get their LI to watch with them?

Alix: He would absolutely eat up Leverage. He is the type to force everyone to join in, partner(s) and companions, alike and relishes in their reactions to the thrilling heists. He excitedly anticipates seeing them piece things together as it’s all revealed. He says his favorite character is Sophie, but we all know it’s actually Hardison.

Eydis: The Owl House. Need I say more? No, but they would love seeing themselves represented on screen even just a little bit. They also probably have thousands of theories and headcanons surrounding the character dynamics post finale, though.

XIX. do you have a playlist for your tav? if so, what's the title + description?

No. I want to at one point though. I have thoughts regarding it.

XX. if you were to try pickpocketing them, what would they be carrying?

Alix: An unusually colored lyre, or the hastily written sheet music on a piece of what seems to be fabric.

Eydis: a family heirloom hammer, or maybe a geode or bird skull if you were lucky…

[essenceofhispenance]

DUNE Sentence Meme

@heinevitable ASKED: “The power to destroy a thing is the absolute control over it. “ (ANAKIN)

The only reason this stranger was permitted into the sietch( let alone be left alive-- Chani thought as others did. it would be safe to have taken his water, as was done with enemies.) was that Hariq had spoke for him.

He had been lucky he only came upon those on the hadj and not on the razzia. he was lucky had had made it so far into the desert and survived.

She moved silently, preparing the coffee service for use. She put spice grounds into the little machine and replaced the lid, the blue hue of the metal, too, a thing made from spice. quietly the machine began to perk, pulling moisture from the air to brew the coffee. She carried the service and cups over to the table, where the other two sat next to it on the floor. She balanced the tray against her growing stomach before first setting the cups down: one for her man, Obi-wan ( their guest), one for herself, and finally one for all those who came before.

She set the service down in the center of the low table and kept the tray to herself, sitting with some minor difficulty given her condition.

She was so afraid he would leave again. This out-freyn only brought news of the Republic's war. What mattered the rest of the universe when her whole world was right here? If he left again, she was sure he wouldn't come back this time.

She reached for the coffee service when it quietly hissed out its completion and began to pour, the smell of the spice, a strong cinnamon odor wafted up from the brew. She poured first into the cup at the empty seat, as was the way. She had to show respect for all those who came before. Then she poured for her man, then their guest and lastly herself. The drink was cold, to show their standing and security of their position. a cheaper service would not have been able to chill the drink. Everything was warm or hot, given the scorching condition of the planet. A cold drink was a delicacy.

Her hand went to rest atop Anakin's knee as he spoke, as if to ground him to the now.

"Surely, " she began interjecting the heart of their conversation, "such affairs of the Inner Rim need not be discussed in civil settings until the appropriate time. Such politics have done little for the Outer Rim. "

[tokenlauncher]

A History of Solana Memecoins and Why They Rule the Future

From Doge Days to Solana Dreams: A Deep Dive into the History and Future of Memecoins

Remember the days of doge memes flooding your social media feeds? What started as a playful internet phenomenon has morphed into something much bigger: the rise of memecoins — digital tokens inspired by internet jokes and cultural moments. While initially dismissed as a fad, memecoins have shown surprising staying power, with some even experiencing explosive growth in value.

But here’s the twist: not all memecoins are created equal. Enter Solana, a high-speed blockchain platform that’s rapidly becoming the breeding ground for the next generation of memecoins. Buckle up as we explore the fascinating history of Solana memecoins and why they might just rule the future.

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A Blast from the Past: The Early Days of Memecoins

The story of memecoins starts long before Solana entered the scene. The year was 2013, and the internet was abuzz with the rise of Dogecoin (DOGE), a cryptocurrency featuring the iconic Shiba Inu dog as its mascot. DOGE was created as a lighthearted parody of Bitcoin, the first major cryptocurrency. However, it quickly gained a devoted following and even captured the attention of celebrities like Elon Musk, leading to significant price surges.

The success of DOGE opened the floodgates for other memecoins. From grumpy cats to grumpy grandpas, the internet’s comedic wellspring provided endless inspiration. These early memecoins, primarily launched on the Ethereum blockchain, often lacked real-world utility and were primarily driven by hype and speculation.

Enter Solana: The New Frontier for Memecoins

Fast forward to 2020, and Solana emerged as a game-changer in the blockchain world. Solana’s key advantage? Blazing-fast transaction speeds and incredibly low fees compared to its competitor, Ethereum. This was a game-changer for memecoins, where frequent, small transactions are commonplace. Imagine trading your memecoin with friends in real-time, without waiting for ages or paying hefty fees — that’s the magic of Solana.

Solana’s Speedy Appeal for Memecoin Creators

One of the first movers on Solana was likely $SAMO, the memecoin launched by the popular meme-sharing platform SamoSwap. Launched in late 2021, $SAMO offered users governance rights and rewards within the platform. This early success paved the way for a wave of Solana memecoins in 2022 and beyond.

Why Solana is the Memecoin King

So, what makes Solana the perfect playground for meme coin creators and enthusiasts? Here’s a breakdown of its key advantages:

Speed Demons: Forget waiting hours for your memecoin transaction to process. On Solana, transactions are lightning-fast, often completing in a matter of seconds. This keeps the trading action happening in real-time, fueling the excitement around memecoins.

Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, I Smell Low Fees: Unlike Ethereum, where transaction fees can be sky-high, Solana boasts incredibly low fees. This makes it easier for everyday users to participate in the memecoin ecosystem without breaking the bank. Think of it as buying silly internet jokes without the buyer’s remorse!

Innovation Hub: Solana is constantly pushing the boundaries of blockchain technology. This innovative spirit attracts developers who are creating new and exciting ways to utilize memecoins.

The Future is Bright

Solana’s unique features position it as a prime candidate for the future of memecoins. With faster transaction speeds, lower fees, and a constantly evolving ecosystem, Solana offers a robust foundation for memecoins to not only survive but thrive. Here’s why you should keep an eye on the Solana memecoin scene:

Community Power: Memecoins often benefit from strong, passionate communities. Solana’s low fees make it easier for these communities to flourish and potentially drive the value of the memecoin. Imagine a passionate fanbase of a hilarious meme coming together to support their own digital token — the possibilities are endless!

Utility Beyond the Laughs: The best memecoins offer more than just a good chuckle. On Solana, this flexibility allows for the creation of memecoins with real-world utility. For example, a memecoin might grant access to exclusive content or be used in a play-to-earn game. This adds another layer of value and incentivizes people to hold onto the memecoin.

The Power of Play: Memecoins tap into the playful side of finance. On Solana, this playfulness can be amplified by the platform’s speed and low fees, encouraging experimentation and innovation. This could lead to the creation of entirely new ways to use and interact with memecoins.

The Bottom Line: A Recipe for Memecoin Success

While Solana offers a powerful platform, it’s important to remember that not all

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🦅Hawks HC’s🦅

This is SO unnecessarily long. Some NSFW. Minors do not interact.

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General

Has zero social life or hobbies outside of work. He knows it’s unhealthy, but like, who has the time?? Oh? Lots of people do?? Haha what are healthy work/home boundaries? He desperately wants to retire and always talks about a world without heroes, but the truth is he would have no idea what to do with himself if he got his way. Take him to a park at midnight and watch him turn into a giant repressed child on a swing. He’ll do a standing-360 and it will be terrifying.

Listens to music way too loud in his headphones to drown out wind noise. Probably half deaf at this point. His musical taste is wild; listening history all over the fucking place. Algorithms have no idea what to do with him.

That visor? It’s prescription. Wow is he far-sighted. He wears glasses. He’s not blind without them (rather the opposite) but they help him see things directly in front of him without massive eye strain. Yeah, he looks really hot in glasses.

Prefers communicating via text. Sometimes it’s a lot of dumb memes, but mostly it’s sincere. He can say what he means when he doesn’t have to put on a public front.

Smokes like a chimney. Self medicates with stimulants. Coffee, tobacco, sugar. Fidgety, likes things in his mouth or hands. Gnashes on toothpicks and popsicle sticks. He really should go back to therapy, huh? His teeth are sparkling white for the cameras but his breath could use some work. Chews gum a lot to compensate, and always does it really loudly with a big shit-eating grin.

Impatient as fuuuuuck. Rude about it. If you take too long doing anything, you’re going to hear a foot tapping. He’ll smile and laugh it off, never ever directly criticize you about it. But lord, the dramatic sighs. He WILL nudge you out of the way and take over in order to finish a task faster, and it’s truly fucking annoying.

LOVES food. Has the metabolism of an actual bird. Will seize upon any excuse to eat. No need to be self-conscious about eating in front of him; he wants you to enjoy it. Steals bites from you and talks with his mouth full. Prefers street food and take-out, usually eats while walking or flying. Sit-down restaurants are an invitation for gawkers.

He’s one of those celebrities that looks way taller on TV. In real life, he’s small and compact. So you’re surprised the first time you see him in person. He has a big head. Literally.

If you’re taller or bigger than him, he does Not Care. He treats everyone like they’re four feet tall, even Endeavor. Everything you do is cute. If you’re actually short, he’s going to carry you around all the time, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Collects big chunky overpriced watches. All the better to tell you you’re late.

Half his clothes are brand fucking new. Sometimes he forgets to take off the tags. (Don’t look at the prices, do NOT) He never seems to wear the same thing twice. He also never seems to go shopping. Brands just give him stuff, and he shrugs and goes “yeah okay.”

The other half of his clothes are old, faded, and patched up. Every item he acquires for himself has deep sentimental value. If you tell him to throw away that nasty ten-year-old pair of frayed cargo pants, be prepared to find out how wrong and evil you are for even suggesting it.

He doesn’t snore; he coos. Loudly. Like a fucking pigeon trapped in a megaphone.

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Dating

Gift-giving is his love language. Bringing your favorite snacks. Leaving novelty magnets on your fridge. He found a copy of that book/game/movie you mentioned like a month ago, don’t you remember? If he has to go out of town on a job, he’ll bring back the ugliest possible souvenir, just to annoy you.

He likes gifting jewelry especially. Covering you in shiny baubles, little golden things. Not expensive, but unusual. Antiques or handmade, even bizarre vending machine crap. Gets really handsy if you wear or show off his gifts.

Since you’re the first person who has given him The Feels, if you are resistant to his advances (like, say, because he’s way too famous and you’re terrified he’s gonna break your heart) he’s going to go fucking nuts trying to woo you. Doesn’t have a single patient bone in his body but will wait as long as it takes for you to come around. He’ll act like he’s cool with just being friends at first, just hanging out, haha. Oh you’re busy today? That’s cool. Inside he’s shrieking like a tea kettle. Go ahead, make him wait.

Don’t bother giving him a key to your place. He’s coming in through the bedroom window or patio door. Just put out a damn welcome mat on your balcony... or a bird feeder.

A bit of a voyeur. He likes to watch you do your normal routine without interruption. He can see from miles away so if you’ve got your lights on at night, he’ll creep for a while before he comes in. It comforts him immensely, seeing a little slice of the world that isn’t constantly in need of saving.

Is super talkative and funny but a terrible communicator. Makes more jokes the worse he feels. Will almost never tell you what he needs. Most of the time, he doesn’t even know. You will learn to read between the lines and gradually notice his tiny unconscious cries for help. Back rubs make him emotional.

He shows up at your place at the weirdest times. All hours. You’re never ready. At first it was infuriating, because you wanted to look your best and have time to prepare, but you figure out pretty quickly that seeing you in your natural state is his favorite thing. He never gets to be around normal people, doing normal things. A boring, lazy afternoon is his idea of paradise.

He’ll pick through your things and ask a world of invasive questions. A medicine cabinet raider. He wants to know every fucking tiny thing about you, live vicariously through you.

He actually lives in a top floor penthouse. Because I mean, where else? Never spends any time there; mostly he seems to roost on the balcony. He has used the front door maybe once. He much prefers your place, and will only take you back to his after months of dating. It’ll take like, an entire emergency. You’ll end up in his bed by mistake.

Because when you finally come over, he’s embarrassed. Its sparse. White. Things in boxes. A new furniture smell. Like he’s not done moving in, though he’s lived there for years. He wants you to move in So Bad but doesn’t want to be pushy. If you don’t start leaving your stuff there, he’ll steal things from your apartment. Where the hell is your favorite t-shirt? Or that pillowcase you like? Dammit Keigo.

He’s a decent cook, a habit he made himself pick up because he thought it might make him feel more normal. It... didn’t. He never actually cooks until you give him an excuse. He’ll bring you breakfast in bed and watch you eat every bite with big hungry eyes.

He’s got a separate wardrobe for his hero costume and all his feathers. Yeah. His feathers. Because he can detach and control his feathers at will, when he’s alone at home he kind of just... shucks off his wings. The first time you see him do it, your eyes fall out of your head. He walks around in a tee shirt and boxers with these ugly little stumps covered in brownish, blood-red down. It actually looks kind of gnarly, like he got mauled by a bear.

He’s never dated until you. No one has ever been in his apartment until you. No one has called him Keigo until you. He has some bigass intimacy issues. Because. Y’know. The trauma. But god, he wants you in his life so bad, even if he has no idea how to make time for your relationship.

He’ll want to keep you to himself for a while. Once you go public he’s going to have an arm around your shoulders at all times. Publicly Displays his Affection way more than is socially acceptable in Japan, and gives precisely -100,000 fucks.

His fans either love you or hate you. There is no in between. He will immediately take your phone and threaten to drop it from a great height if he catches you reading shitty gossip about the two of you. Does NOT care about his public image anymore, doesn’t want YOU to care about it either. He’s gonna retire soon anyway, remember? That’s a lie.

Being a charming motherfucker is the core of his public persona, so you will get jealous. A lot. He will flirt shamelessly without realizing it. He will get photographed in compromising positions with gorgeous people.

Once you accept that he’s basically an actor 80% of the time and that Hawks and Keigo are separate identities, you’ll both feel better. When he comes home (to YOU) and falls over exhausted and stops being Hawks(tm), when he scratches his ass or burps in front of you, when he yells to you from the bathroom, when he groans childishly about his shitty day while laying face-down in your lap, you’ll know you have nothing to worry about. Keigo is all yours.

Boundaries? Never heard of ‘em. He’s either a million lightyears away or he’s glued to your hip. The whiplash is astounding.

Absolutely says “I love you” wayyyyyy to soon. It thrills you but scares you off at the same time, because there’s no way Hawks - The Hawks - can actually mean it, right? (He does)

Rings? Nah. When things get serious, he will make a necklace out of a feather for you, and if you ever take it off, you better be asleep or in the shower. Even then you’re on thin fuckin ice. If you’re not wearing it he knows. He’s never mean about making you put it back on, it just makes him nervous if he can’t feel your heartbeat.

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SPICY CHICKEN NUGGETS

High sex drive. Horny like 25/7. Probably a symptom of having way too much pent up stress.

Often takes care of it himself when he doesn’t have the emotional resources for anyone else, even his S.O. Figures you don’t want him coming on to you as often as he would like to, but he’s too stupid to talk to you about it first. Morning masturbator.

Yes he’s fucked around a lot but he’s not exactly a playboy either. People have always thrown themselves at him, and before he met you he let them do it. Especially when out of town and staying in a hotel. Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, etc.

He’d never be unfaithful to you though; his loyalty and dedication are frankly a little unsettling. Sometimes you feel like the only thing in his life other than hero work. Teach this man to knit. Make him join a book club. Christ. Anything.

Does in fact have seasonal mating patterns and it’s super embarrassing.

An underwear-sniffing perv. He’ll definitely hump your pillow.

Gets a sick thrill out of breaking in and startling you. Coming up behind you in the dark, sneaking into your bed. It’s probably his worst habit, and even he hates that he does it. If you get better at detecting him he’ll be so proud. Land a slap on him and he’ll be a horny mess.

Dog-whistles at you. Often from rooftops, and you have no idea where he is but you know he’s leering.

He will call you a lot of really stupid pet names. He likes the way you blush when he finds a newer, stupider one. Calls you angel when he’s really far gone.

Likes to scratch you with his stubble until your skin turns raw and sensitive. If it annoys you or hurts a little? Even better. Making you squirm is his new favorite thing. Especially when going down on you. Your inner thighs are always exfoliated.

His cock is average in every respect. This is not a bad thing. He knows how to please you with every totally normal inch of that cock. He has some kind of homing beacon installed on your sensitive spots.

Goes absolutely insane for blowjobs. Any time, any place.

Likes to bend you around in all kinds of positions with an assist from his feathers to hold up an ankle here, an arm there. Get used to floating mid-coitus. It just seems to happen.

Spanky.

His number one priority is making you feel adored and at home in his bed. Ohhhhh he likes to make you smile. But if you encourage him to get pushy and dominant with you, you will have a good, good time.

He’s switchy, and will lose his shit if you initiate or take control. Again, he’s always horny for you, because he can finally let go. Breathe in his direction and he’s hard.

Doesn’t moan much, but Babe, he’s a dirty talker. He’s not smooth or deliberate about it, it’s more like he can’t fucking believe you let him do whatever he wants to you. You like that huh? Like he’s in stages of shock. He’s singing your praises to high Heaven and muttering oh shit oh shit oh shittttttt and laugh-crying as he cums. He never talks about his feelings; he fucks about them.

After. Care. King. He loves pampering and clucking over you anyway, this is simply another excuse to do it. He knows exactly how much water you drink in a day. Can’t take care of himself for shit, but you? You’ll never have a need he won’t try to fill. What’s all that hero work for if not this? Yeah, soak it up. You deserve it.

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me after writing smut: is this who i am? is this who i represent? lmao i've never written smut until trese, i guess the thirst was too much, let me know how y'all like it! thank you so much for all your support, ily <3

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kambal x reader; established relationship

gif by @rasputinaillyanna (see their original gifsets here!)

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the three idiots

seriously, alexandra feels like she keeps aging 20+ years whenever you three are together and goofing around

this is one of the reasons why you’re not allowed on the field with them, they’d get absolutely nothing done

that, and the twins simply wont put you in danger under any circumstances

alexandra also treats you like a sister (in law) and wants you safe, but can only do so much to keep you out of their lives since you still find ways to help them out

absolutely rowdy when you’re with basilio, you and him practically have a lot of inside jokes and a secret language

people would give you both weird looks when you’re out in public, just because you’re both so damn loud

with crispin you’re more mature (but not a lot), he does these grand gestures like taking you out on expensive dates, takes instagram/pinterest style pics of you

basilio also takes pics of you, but those are some of the most unflattering ones that he sends to your groupchat as memes

the ppl who arent familiar with your relationship with the twins are almost often confused when they see you with just the one twin: they’d think “huh i saw this couple a week ago, but i could have sworn the boyfriend had much shorter hair, it couldn’t have grown that long in a week, right?”

when you do go out with the twins, they flank you and you almost get squished in between them, so sometimes you have to push them both to the sides so that you would have space to move around

the three of you like to just chill at the mall sometimes, go window shopping and then eat samgyup/mang inasal later on

other times when you manage to drag alexandra with you, people would assume that you guys are on a double date, and alexandra has the ugliest/most disgusted look on her face as she corrects them “these are my brothers” “im gay”

in your groupchat (just you and the twins) crispin is the sweet, doting one who would text you “have you eaten?” “want us to pick something up for you on the way home?” while basilio sends you memes and selfies of the twins

they send you videos and pics of pets they meet “today we met brownie and blackie”

with regards to living arrangements, the twins have separate rooms (basilio’s is the messy one, smells weird)

when you moved in, alexandra offered you your own room, and most of the time that’s where the boys stay anyway

the bed is much larger than theirs because it needs to accommodate all three of you

you three try to cook meals for ate alexandra, but it almost always turns out disastrous - mostly when basilio insists on helping

so you always make him run errands (“can you go pick up some more garlic and magic sarap”) while you and crispin man the stoves

you braid basilio’s hair while crispin tunes his guitar!!

and you spend a couple of hours listening to crispin play the guitar, basilio’s head now resting on your lap

crispin’s movie taste are like *film* and *poetic cinema* while basilio might enjoy movies that are so bad they’re good, but you three are all suckers for superhero ensemble movies and horror movies

the boys become really annoying when watching filipino horror movies because they like to point out mistakes in the film “aswangs dont do that” “why would you go there all alone are you stupid???”

“please boys i just wanna watch the movie”

a huge cuddle pile

both boys run hot, so during cold nights (that never happen, bc you live in the philippines) you’re all warm and toasty between them

both light sleepers! they were pretty heavy sleepers when they were kids/teenagers, but the occupational hazard of their jobs require them to be ready at a moment’s notice

they still, however, snore quite loudly

crispin doesn’t ever tend to move positions when sleeping, he wakes up in the same position he fell asleep in

basilio rotates around the bed like hands of a clock

most often falls off the bed, but clumsily climbs back up and cuddles you

really really simpy when it comes to you, though most of the time it’s just you three sharing one brain cell (it’s with you, mostly), they can be quite romantic and cheesy if they want to

crispin probably has his brother as just “Basilio” on his phone, and “Y/N ❤️" for you

basilio has “my love ❤️😍😘💘 ” for you and crispin’s number isn’t even registered lol

nsfw under the cut

nsfw

threesome? threesome

boys barely do anything separately and usually just have a Single Thought in both their heads, so if one is horny, the other one is 69% (lol) horny as well

you realize that crispin doesn’t like to be teased at work, but basilio enjoys it so much

you find this out when you’re alone and horny, so you send a pic of you touching yourself to the boys in your groupchat

crispin sees it first, but doesn’t say anything?? he honest to god just left you on read

meanwhile basilio also sees your pic not too long after and you quickly get a “what the fuck” as a reply from him

like 10 mins later he sends you a pic of him in what looks like a washroom and his cock is straining in his pants

he texts you “had to find a washroom so fucking fast so that ate alex and the police captain doesn’t see me so fucking hard in my pants” and “wanna eat you pussy babe”

crispin does text you when the three are on their way home, not mentioning the picture you sent “we’re on our way home”

and at first you thought he is mad at you bc he didn’t bring the nude up?? does he not want you anymore :(

but the moment they arrive crispin all but sprints to your shared bedroom and sees you there, in your underwear

holds your cheeks in one hand, “what the fuck was that baby, hmm? what did you send us?”

you try to ask if he’s mad bc you sent him a nude, ask him if there’s anything wrong, but he just lets your face go as he takes his suit off, basilio finds his way to your room, locks it, and gives you a kiss

basilio whispers “missed you baby” against your mouth before moving away to undress

crispin, now fully naked in front of you, makes you suck his cock, which is hard and twitching, its tip leaking with precum, he makes you place both his hands on your head, “do you know how surprised i was when i saw a text from you and it’s a picture of you touching your cunt? hmm?” he sighs as he sees you looking up at him, eyes watering as you struggle to take all of his cock down your throat “i had to stop myself from getting hard in front of everyone, baby, basilio couldn’t even do that”

basilio huffs but the boys reposition you so you’re in bed and on your back, crispin kneeling to your side, his cock still throbbing in your mouth, basilio positions himself between your thighs, moaning when he sees how wet you are

basilio removes your panties before rushing to sniff your cunt, groaning in delight--you’re sure his eyes roll to the back of his head before he dives into your cunt

you moan into crispin’s cock and he grunts, shoving more of his cock into your mouth, now moving faster, “i really wanna cum down your throat baby, would you let me?”

you nod and he pushes his cock all the way into your mouth, your nose practically touching his groin and pubes

you gag, for a moment panicked as you try to breathe in, while crispin just eyes you, his cock growing ever harder when he looks at your face wet with tears and drool, he grabs your hair, softly at first, to make sure you’re okay, and when you nod crispin groans as he sets up his pace, groaning as he feels his orgasm building

basilio, meanwhile, is licking and sucking your clit with three fingers knuckles deep in your cunt, and when he starts to feel you spasming, a telltale sign that your orgasm is approaching, he pulls his mouth and fingers out and quickly replacing them with his fat cock

immediately, you and basilio both groan, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel yourself so full of cock

basilio curses under his breath before taking your legs and resting them against his shoulders “fuck, y/n, im sorry i’m not gonna last long” “your pussy got me so fucking hard you tasted so good baby, you know how much i love your little pussy, right?”

crispin groans at this before he pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaning down to kiss you, he then moves down your neck and your tits, making sure he marks your chest

basilio whimpers and thrusts three more times before releasing a long groan, his cum exploding deep in your pussy “fuck baby you feel so good” he manages to pull out and you see his cock wet with his cum and your juices before settling beside you, panting harshly

you barely had the type to recuperate before crispin flips you on your stomach, making sure your face is resting on the pillows before he thrusts into you with a grunt

“fuck, still a tight little pussy after basilio rammed your cunt, huh?”

your eyes rolling, you couldnt do much other than hold onto the sheets and basilio’s hand, moaning loudly when you feel crispin’s fingers on your clit

“can you take one more, y/n? can your pussy take one more load?”

speechless, you nod, trying to grind your ass against crispin’s hips, but his hands on your hips hold you firm

he grunts approvingly, “good baby, take it deep in your pussy okay? and cum on my cock, baby, i wanna feel it”

you cum on his cock, almost violently, and twins groan at the sound of your moaning, and the sight of you spasming and shaking on crispin’s cock

a couple of deep thrusts later, crispin also cums deep into your pussy, his cum now mixed with basilio’s

crispin moves to get a washcloth to clean the three of you up, before all three of you collapse in bed, huddled together, basilio with his arms wrapped from behind--already falling asleep, you rest your head against crispin’s arm

“so, no more nudes when you’re at work?”

crispin laughs softly before pressing a kiss on your forehead, “unless your cunt is ready to take two cocks at once, no nudes when we’re at work”

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makeup sessions (karl jacobs x fem reader)

a/n : hi! this is my first tumblr post. i have written stuff on wattpad in the past, but it’s still quite new to me, so please be nice :]] i accept positive critism and advice, as that most definitely will help me grow as a writer!

 Y/n let out something between a squeal and a scream at the same time when she saw Karl's tweet. her face was beat red and her lips couldn't help but curl into the stupidest grin ever.

the tweet read :

hey @) y/nhasursocks wanna do my makeup at my stream today :]]

 it was the simplest tweet, yet it meant so much to the girl. Karl and Y/n were always really good friends, they often streamed minecraft together, but never in a million years did he yet ask her to be in his stream in real life.

 Y/n picked up the phone with trembling hands, already seeing a bunch of likes, comments and retweets to Karl's tweet. before answering, she got curious to know what the people say. cautiously opening the comments section, the girl scanned it through with her eyes. a bunch of "awwwwws" and hearts could be seen, which worsened her already red cheeks.

With her heart thumping hard against her ribs, she started writing her reply :

sounds great! <3

 for a moment Y/n hesitated to press the "reply" button with the "<3" emoticon in the comment, but then she figured she and Karl sent lovey dovey emojis/emoticons in the past to each other anyways, so, she pressed the "reply" button at last.

 in an instant, her reply started gaining more and more likes, comments and retweets. Y/n was never really popular, having her clout was only because of Karl being her friend, so seeing this much attention was weird to her. but she didn't care about that right now. all that Y/n cared about at the moment was the fact that Karl appreciated her enough to actually invite her over.

 a little bit later in the day, Y/n received a private message from Karl, which said :

hey Y/n! I'm really glad you're up to stream together <3 i planned on starting the stream at 4 pm, but you can change the time if you're busy :] here is my address (don't tell anyone! :D) - (random address lol)

 Y/n answered :

 thanks for inviting me bestie!! 4 pm is cool, I'll be there! <33

 she set the phone down, unable to remove the blissful smile from her face. she has never felt this way before - it was really weird, but the constant butterflies in her tummy reminded her that it's a good feeling. taking a few deep breaths, Y/n reminded to herself that all she has to do is to go to Karl's house and have a good time AS FRIENDS - no romantic stuff is needed.

  ~~~~~time skip~~~~~

  Y/n got off from the bus at 15:50, but she still had about 5 minutes to reach Karl's house. in what felt like forever, the girl felt a sting of what was unmistakably fear and guilt - what if she was late? and what if Karl would be annoyed with her for that?

 slowly she broke into a panicky run. passing careless citizens, who all looked at her fear-stricken face curiously, she finally made it to the front door of Karl's home. Y/n pulled out her phone and found the code that she was supposed to enter next the main door. she quickly dialed it, a beep beep beep was heard and she entered.  

 finally making it to Karl's apartment, Y/n stopped to smooth her hair and straighten her clothes so she doesn't look too shabby. her body seemed to be moving on its own - her finger pressed the doorbell automatically.

 Karl opened the door almost in an instant - he wore a warm smile and before Y/n could stutter a "hello", he pulled the girl into a big welcoming hug.

 "hey Y/n! it's so cool you made it!" Karl exclaimed, still holding her close.

Y/n's head was spinning, she needed more time to process what was happening. but nevertheless, she finally lifted her own arms and hugged the guy. burying her face into his sweater, she inhaled Karl's scent deeply - he smelled something like honey and warm days.

"hello, Karl." she mumbled with a grin on her face.

"come on, do you want to eat something before the stream?" Karl asked, letting go of the girl and taking her hand into his instead, leading Y/n into the house.

"oh no, I'm full. let's get straight to business." she answered, the blissful smile and content blush never leaving her face.

"alrighty! you already know, but we'll have an eventful makeup session, and then I thought maybe play some minecraft so the stream isn't too short?" the guy asked, opening his bedroom door.

"sounds great!"

Karl smiled and went to his computer :

"you ready? I'll start the stream now."

the girl quickly fixed her hair again and gave him thumbs up :

"ready."

Karl started the stream with facecam on and as soon as the chat saw Y/n, it went absolutely wild.

"guys, give her a rest, poor girl just came!" he laughed, drawing her a chair. Y/n thanked quietly and sat, waving to the chat timidly. in the corner of her eye, she saw comments like "she's so adorable" and "look at Karl being a gentleman" in the chat and her cheeks grew more red, but this time from satisfaction.

"well, as you guys know, Y/n agreed to be in my stream today, and since some of you don't really know her, she's a really good friend of mine who also streams and does youtube videos - so go support her!"

from that moment Y/n relaxed more and more with each minute. it was fifteen minutes into the stream when she already felt as if at home.

"Karl, you have a hell lot of lipsticks, where did that come from?"

"uhhhh, I only bought them for the stream today!"

"oh really? why are they all used, then?" Y/n asked giggling and showing them to the stream.

"hey- don't expose me like that!"

"chat, clip it, CLIP IT!"

all was going really well, Y/n was having a really good time with Karl AS FRIENDS. it was really nice. but all hell broke loose when the time to put eyeliner came.

"alright, I have no idea why, but you have four eyeliners."

"they're my sister's."

"haha, yeah, yeah, alright. Which one do you want big man?"

"hmmm, the one in your left hand!"

Y/n set the other eyeliners on the table, quickly glancing at the chat. her cheeks grew very very red…

"Y/N DO THE MEME SIT ON HIS LAP" "SIT ON HIS LAP" "THE MEME, DO THE MEME!!!"

  a/n: if anyone is confused, this is an example of the meme i’m talking about :

the girl tried to act as if she hadn't seen the comments, but Karl was already by her side, reading them with her.

"meme… what meme?" he wondered out loud. Y/n got the impression that he was genuinely confused.

'chat, shut the fuck up, please shut the fuck up.' thought Y/n, but of course chat was just being chat.

"SHE SHOULD SIT ON UR LAP" "THERE'S A MEME WHERE A GIRL DOES A GUY'S EYELINER WHILE SITTING ON HIS LAP" "WE'RE NOT FORCING BUT YOU GUYS WOULD LOOK SO CUTE"

Y/n hid her face in her hands, unable to control her blushing. Karl just chuckled sweetly :

"chat, calm down, she's going to die from blushing."

he put on the "please stand by" screen and scooted over Y/n :

"hey, it's fine. we won't do it if you don't want to," Karl then leaned closer and whispered, "I'd be pretty glad if you agreed, though."

Y/n lowered her hands, showing off the big red hue on her cheeks. for a split second Karl's eyes widened -  she looked really adorable.

"I'd also be glad." the girl said, almost not believing her own words.

Karl's adorable smile came back and he leaned back:

"well then, come here."

Y/n stood up shyly and straddled his legs, grabbing the eyeliner in the process.

"do you want me to turn on the facecam?" Karl asked quietly.

the girl nodded :

"I don't mind."

he turned it on and put his hands onto Y/n's hips. even without looking at it, Y/n knew the chat was blowing up at the moment.

"you guys better subscribe, because we're providing very good fanservice." said Karl jokingly and Y/n laughed. turning to him, she opened the eyeliner and put it next to his eye, only to find him staring at her in an awe. the girl blushed as a strong urge to kiss him kicked in. it looked as if Karl wanted the same thing.

at the precise same time, they both leaned in and pressed their lips together, Y/n putting her hands onto Karl's cheeks to hide the view from the chat. the kiss was very short and with no tongue included - but it was the most sweet kiss Y/n has ever shared with someone. she pulled away, an identical grin to Karl's on her face and hugged him very tight - they almost fell off the chair.

laughing, she continued to do Karl's makeup as if nothing happened and everyone watching the stream wasn't fainting and clipping the kiss. this will be talked about for a long time, but as before, Y/n didn't care about that, and nor did Karl.

a/n : anddddd cut! it’s quite wonky, but i believe it’s pretty swell for my first mcyt fanfic :]] let me know what you think of it and if you have any tips or advice on how to make my future stories more enjoyable! thanks for reading and i hope to see you around <3

[augment-techs]

HC MEME: MM Comics, Billy--▼♡☠✿

Childhood Headcanon: He used to cry so much before he went into kindergarten, his mother thought he had some kind of an illness, his father thought he was autistic. But no, he just really wanted to not be left alone for more than an hour, otherwise his little tiny child self thought nobody loved him, or he was being abandoned. He hated the tastes of blueberries, of lemons, of clementines. The smell of apples in the pies his mother baked from scratch made him sick, and he’d have sooner snuffed black pepper than had cinnamon on anything.

Romantic Headcanon: He wasn’t exactly sure and certain he was always gay. He knew girls made him feel a kind of way that was more friendly and familial, and boys made him feel...like he had to prove something to himself for them.  Like, when he first met Trini, he wanted her to be happy in this new place in a long line of new places, but didn’t have a crush on her. When he met Kim, he decided that she was too lonely to just leave with Matt, and worked with Jason to ease the tension between her and Zack. He’s always had an eye on Skull, though.  When they had prom, he wasn’t too worried about Tasha; she seemed a nice enough girl, but Billy wasn’t surprised that it didn’t last. She wasn’t good enough for him. When Kim decided to take Skull up on his offer for a date, and Billy found out, he felt...weird. On the one hand, she promised that it was a good time and he was such a gentleman; but on the other hand, Skull seemed so quiet for a week afterwards. Billy wouldn’t lie: he didn’t like Candice very much when she was simply presented as a punk girly-girl that was totally into Skull and made him positively glow sometimes--and stop wearing his leather jacket and spikes for a time.  He liked her even less when the truth came to light and she had to hide herself and Skull looked close to a nervous breakdown while he looked for her.  So it was little surprise when he found himself seeking out Skull’s quiet company at the Juice Bar. Not to talk, not to really meet eyes, but usually they’d order and share a smoothie like they did when they were kids. Split the use of the spoon and do their homework. Billy letting Skull rest his head on his shoulder just to try and relax. Angry/Violent Headcanon: Blue is a dangerous Color to have. Not like Red with its stubbornness and explosive tendencies; not like Green with it’s need to pass the muster of chaos at every turn; not like Yellow with such closeness to humanity that it sometimes goes into overdrive doing too much at once. Blue is a cold, incrementally getting more and more deadly as rage and dislike and hatred builds up and up and up--like the snow at the peak of a mountaintop. Billy’s danger comes in the fact that he could ruin so many lives if he really wanted to; he has the tools, and the brilliance, and the know-how.  Violence on the other hand... Well, he does always carry around a pocket knife and a multitool if he needs it. Sex Headcanon: Let’s see, he’s only ever tried a little over the sweater action with Trini, ONCE, on a dare at a party with alcohol involved. As for the full on sex thing... Well, he’s had a lovely time with Zack teaching how to properly masturbate, and lost his backdoor V-Card at the same party he kissed Trini, but to Jason. He’s gotten drunk once and made out heavily with Tommy, and given Matt a blowjob. But he found out his kinks and preferences when he finally got the fuck over himself and just asked out Skull. And what a fun journey that was. Eugene’s mouth might be the easiest way in the world to get him off and directly into having an orgasm, but generally speaking? Billy is a TOTAL top. He can go for hours pounding and riding Skull like a Cossack, get the wiry punk to come just as many times as Billy himself, and still have enough energy to imbibe in his favorite kink of sucking on Eugene’s tits while his boyfriend squeezes and pulls at his ass like bread dough.

[sun-flower-children]

BakuSquad’s Boy Part 1

A/N: Based on a fic that doesn’t exist anymore :( I’ll be adding my own head canons from what i remember of the og fic. This whole thing is in a headcanon format :)))

Kirishima was sitting down when he noticed their new transfer student walking into the cafeteria looking lost. Without thinking twice he quickly caught the attention of the male and motioned him to come over.

“Is it okay if I join you?” you asked, recognizing the spiky haired student as your classmate.

“Of course, let me introduce you to everybody!”

The redhead introduced all the guys sitting at the table. The talkative blonde with the lightning bolt in his hair was Kaminari . The smiling black haired boy with oddly shaped elbows was Sero and the angry-faced pale blonde with red eyes was Bakugo. While the rest smiled at you he merely sneered and ignored you.

“Don’t let him bother you too much, he's a grouch!” Kirishima said smiling.

The entire lunch period was spent talking to the Bakusquad and explaining how you transferred from the hero school in your home country and enrolled at UA. Laughing with them and bonding over memes and hero training.

It didn’t take long for you to become part of the friend group.

Y’all are a chaotic group of motherfuckers

The group chat is mess; Bakugo is trying to help people w homework, Zero is constantly sharing tick tocks and at 2 am Denki will spam it with memes ( which pisses Bakugo off bc it wakes him up when he forgets to mute his notifications)

Y’all will study together, which surprisingly, can be super productive sometimes.

It honestly didn’t take very long for you guys to become inseparable. They have you back and you have theirs. Training and working out together is a plus because sometimes y’all are too busy to actually fully hangout.

Kirishima will compliment you in a “manly” way and will totally be your hype man. Will be ecstatic when you give back the same energy. One time Bakugo joined you guys for his morning workout and his jaw almost fell to the ground when he saw you take your shirt off.  He couldn’t help but stare like holy shit you were ripped. Training with Kiri really did pay off. Bakugo smirked to himself when he noticed his red haired friend was also checking you out when you didn’t notice. 

Going to the mall with Sero and Denki is a whole ass ride. Y’all will go to so many stores and either waste all your money or just fuck around. Hot Topic is definitely a favorite of theirs. They don’t care if it’s not your vibe because they will want to deck you out in the fitting rooms to see what you look like. Once they pushed the curtain before you were done changing your shirt and both pairs of eyes went straight to your body, making you blush.

After being friends for so long the Bakusquad could read each other's emotions and all recognized that they had crushes on you. They talked about it and concluded that this would by no means would get between their friendship but would amicably flirt with you.

They organized a sleepover not too long after. But it was basically them all fighting each other about who’s room they would be staying in. Ended up going to Bakugo’s room because it was the closest for most of them. When you got there you were so caught up with the movie that you didn't realize they were low-key fighting each other for a spot next to you/ touching you in general. It was when y’all were going to sleep when you realized you left your sheets and what not in your room. Bakugo without missing a beat said you could sleep with him which then prompted Denki to tell you that “Bakugo’s feet smell like shit you don't wanna sleep with him” for Kiri to go “ Hey that isn’t manly, you should sleep w me Y/N.”. While the three of them were battling it out you and Sero were just sitting crouched in the corner. “I mean Y/N I could always get sheets and stuff from my rooms ‘cause it's not that far from here.” only for Bakugo to throw a pillow straight in his face yelling “Shut it Soy-Sauce face!!” Yeah they felt really bad in the morning when you ended up sleeping on the floor with nothing covering you.

Sero will want to smoke with you. The first time he smoked with you, you ended up having a panic attack and he felt responsible for making you panic and so anxious. He tries to smoke by himself for the meanwhile until you convince him to let you try again. It goes much better this time. Y’all start vibing to his latin playlist and he tries to teach you but y’all just end up stumbling over each other and constantly laughing. When dancing becomes physically exhausted and watches tick tocks and videos on his phone. Which ends up with y’all crying over the video where the racoon tries to wash his cotton candy but it dissolves. At some point the tears become too much and you both reach for each other which ends up with y'all sobbing and cuddling each other. Y’all fell asleep like this :)

The whole squad smokes at one point or another. Kirishima does it whenever he’s just in the mood to hangout and he uber chills. Bakugo does it to relieve stress and just enjoy life a bit. Denki smokes the 2nd most in the group just whenever he needs to kill time or he wants to vibe.

There will be times when y'all will smoke together and just fuck shit up. Like, one night after exam y’all are smoking but shit starts getting wild. Like y'all are hopping off the walls and dancing around to random music. Denki will find a roach that's stuck on its back and trying to get back off its legs but y’all are dancing all around it thinking it's like break dancing. “ AYYYY FUCK IT UP” Bakugo would yell “GET INTO IT” Sero would then yell. One of y’all took a video and accidentally posted it on Snapchat so the next day Mina would ask like wth happened last night bc y’alls tik toks and snapchats were wack af. Sero would probably speak on behalf of the group and say “ We were just really hyper.

When they all become hyper aware of their feelings not only for you but like low-key for each other they all change a lil bit. Like:

Denki stops flirting with people outside of the Baku Squad. He’s more touchy with y’all. Holding onto arms, arms over shoulders, hands on waists, holding hands, sitting in y’alls laps (this is a big one)

Kirishima has more energy when he’s with you guys. Like he could be running lower on battery than normal but one of y'all just comes up to him and he lights up like a light bulb.

Bakugo stops ruining desks and promptly yelling at people. He’s toned down and becomes a bit more chilled out. Mostly when he's with you guys. He is still a grumpy gremlin when he is with people who aren’t the Baku Squad.

Sero actually hides it pretty well and no one notices and changes that are indicative of a crush. Probably a bit more confident in himself

Kirishima and Denki acting like they haven't seen each other in sages when it really has only been like five minutes.

“ OMG BRO IT'S BEEN FOREVER”

“OMG DENKI MY MAN I MISSED YOU SM!”

“ BRO C’MERE AND PLANT A PHAT ONE ON ME!”

“HELL YA MY DUDE, THIS IS GONNA BE MANLY.”

And then proceed to aggressively walk toward each other, slap each others asses and plant a kiss on each other's cheeks before erupting into a huge fit of laughter. While people around them are just like ‘wtf is going on’

Touching becomes a thing.

Y’all will actively find each other when y'all want a hug or cuddles or smth. Forehead and cheek kisses are a thing. Bakugo takes much longer to warm up to everyone starting really with you and Kirishima. most comfortable holding y’alls hands loosely and rubbing your knuckles. Denki probably does this the most. He lives for physical affection, just give this poor boy his much needed cuddles and kithes.

Despite y’all high-key crushing for each other you all still are absolutely focused on your career paths as heros. Bakugo helping teach english and you trying to help ( if you know english well enough to teach )

“Ok idiots for the last time what word do we use to describe Sarah?”

“I mean she took these poor dudes apples and all of these are positive adjectives...i think.”

“Yeah Sarah’s kind of a bitch.”

“SHUT IT YOU TOO AND ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION!”

“I mean Bakubro they aren’t wrong...”

“NOT YOU TOO KIRI!”

You guys work so well during team vs fights bc of how well you all know each other.

It’s an absolute mess but y’all love eachother <3

I will be making a part 2 ( + 3 i think ) so hang around for more :)

MASTERLIST

[the-fiction-witch]

99 Questions Benny Watts

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? I do like a coffee cup then again I mostly like the coffee

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Lollipops. don't make the mess and gunky throat I get with chocolate

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Cotton candy. Purely because of the amount of gum left under tables

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

'Never in class, Once came to class and corrected me,'

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Soda bottles, I like a good coke bottle

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

uuuuhh goth, grunge.  I guess. maybe. I don't know me. I dress me.

7. earbuds or headphones?

Headphones, but I'd rather just put music on normally

8. movies or tv shows?

I like a movie, just sit and watch in one go, can't keep up with all these until next week shows

9. favourite smell in the summer?

The smell of the fresh air from the of people who fuck off out of new york in the summertime

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Ahh my favourite game. 'Cough cough Sir I'm sick I need to go sit down' I often won this game

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Coffee. maybe a fried egg.

12. name of your favourite playlist?

Rock n roll compilations

13. lanyard or keyring?

Keyring, I do not know how anyone looks like an adult with a lanyard.

14. favourite non-chocolate candy?

Candy laces They are so good!

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

Spot the dog. An enjoyable read indeed

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

sitting in my leather chair arms behind me legs open usually.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

Boots. or no shoes I like no shoes

18. ideal weather?

a little grey and mildly rainy

19. sleeping position?

Okay... I like to spoon. Shot me It's cosy as hell

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Notebooks. I will drop some good cash on a decent notebook

21. obsession from childhood?

Uhh Chess I guess.

22. role model?

as much as I hate him. I have to say borgov

23. strange habits?

Fiddling with my rings Its a weird habit

24. favourite crystal?

Obsidian

25. first song you remember hearing?

Earth Angel, I don't remember where I heard it, but I remember it being the first song I heard.

26. favourite activity to do in warm weather?

Chess.

27. favourite activity to do in cold weather?

Chess

28. A song to describe you? Hummm is there a song called most amazing human being alive? If so that one.

29. best way to bond with you? Discuss the magic of chess.

30. places that you find sacred? My bed.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? My usual outfit. Jeans, belt with knife. Black silk shirt, leather trench coat and hat. I can kick any butt required.

32.  favorite vines? What.... Uhhhh grape?

33. most used phrase in your phone? Uhhh hello I suppose

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? Copper tone QT. I had that in my head for like a month

35. average time you fall asleep? Half ten. Sometimes later if my little flowers feeling frisky

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? What.... What is a meme?

37. suitcase or duffel bag? Duffle bag

38. lemonade or tea? I think... Tea.

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Pie. I do love a good pie.

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? A boy shoved gum up his nose and would blow bubbles when he sneezed

41. last person you texted? Uuuuhhhhh.... I rang beth, mostly to tell her to stop sending products from adam and eve to our house, brand new but still! Like once a month oohh a parcel nope just sex toys. (Y/n from elsewhere) you weren't complaining last month when it was a spanking paddle. Y/n! I thought you were doing laundry! (Y/n from elsewhere) I am I just like correcting you in your interview

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? Jacket. I have lost! So! Many! Wallets trying to keep them in my jeans plus they make my jeans really bulky in the crotch or ass, and... I want that bulk to speak for itself ;)

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? I think we all know the answer to that is leather trench coat.

44. favorite scent for soap? I wanna say orange. But that's because y/n uses orange so I mostly just connect the smell with her. But my soap smells like cedarwood and I think I smell great

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Sci fi

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Boxer shorts, and my sexy kimono

47. favorite type of cheese? Edam tis delicious

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? Banana ;) (Y/n from elsewhere) more like a little strawberry I can't tell if that's bad or not because you love strawberries? (Y/n from elsewhere) that I do benny

49. what saying or quote do you live by? Why should I live to follow someone else's instructions

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? When I saw harry beltik slip down both flights of stairs ti my apartment on an icey day. That was funny

51. current stresses? Rent. Bills. Milk. Chess tournament. Planes. Cars. War. Politics. Chess. Weather. Everything stresses me.

52. favorite font? What's the really cursive one. I like that one

53. what is the current state of your hands? My hands? Uhhh hand like I suppose (Y/n from another room) probably need some lotion Benny! Y/n! Fine I probably do actually.

54. what did you learn from your first job? That some people in new york have expensive hedges and if you throw a paper in them they get really really mad!

55. favorite fairy tale? I really like sleeping beauty because it's evil when you get down to it

56. favorite tradition? Awww well after me and y/n got together we created our own little holiday and it's traddions as we don't get to spend a lot of real holidays like Valentine's and our anniversary together, we call it flower day once a day where we drive to impressive gardens and just cuddle and look at flowers together and of course I usually buy her some flowers too, because she's my little flower.

57. a struggle you've overcome? I've not completely overcome my gambling but I'm working on it

58. A talent you're proud of having? Well chess? And my amazing charm with the ladies...

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Tick tock with my chess clock

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? Epic fighting anime! But chess.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? That was a mean, low, sneaky, underhanded trick!

Yes, it was. And I'm quite pleased with myself.”

62. A character you relate to? I feel like me and whinne the pooh share a vibe.

63. A song that would play in your club? Live for today!

64. favorite website from your childhood? Website? Uuuhhh my window use to get cool webs in winter

65. any permanent scars? One. But I refuse to disclose where it is or how I got it (Y/n from another room) he has a scar on his butt where he accidentally sat on his knife. Y/N!

66. favorite flower(s)? I like.... Uhhh what are they called. Snapdragons there cool.

67. good luck charms? My hat and my ring.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you've ever tried? Lime. Limeaid can fuck off

69. a fun fact that you don't know how you learned? If you bury a body under an endangered plant it's illegal to dig up. Not sure how I learnt that but I imagine it has something to do with y/n

70. left or right handed? Right.

71. least favorite pattern? Like the weird swirling stuff that makes you feel like you did lsd

72. worst subject? I fucking hated english I got so bored

73. favorite weird flavor combo? ... I like strawberry and mint like chocolate covered strawberries but with mint chocolate

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

10 I will not take it until I'm dieing!

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

uuuhhh.... the first I remember was in school one of the boys threw me into a door and I lost a tooth

76. what's your favourite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Fries!

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

uuuhh (WHisper) Y/n? what is growing on our windowsill?.... I see... thank you. Succulents

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

I like gas station coffee. What's wrong with gas station coffee?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver's license photo?

uuuuughhh. Neither. we do not look at either.

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Uhh earth I guess

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

Fireflies at least their cute lighting bugs are just annoying

82. pc or console?

uhh... I do not understand.

83. writing or drawing?

writing, I gotta work on my new book

84. podcasts or talk radio?

podcasts I do like a radio drama

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie. she got good boobs!

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology. it's cool. horse dude cool. fish lady cool. lion dog cool. fairy tales are just like pixies and princess.

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies, I don't have to muck around with cases or hell just eat the dough raw

87. your greatest fear?

babies. More specifically pregnancy, It freaks me out! you take a tiny little spill of me and then grow a human inside your stomach! then push it out. It's terrifying

88. your greatest wish?

More money. and more chess books

89. who would you put before everyone else?

Myself.

90. luckiest mistake?

Crashing my car. it was lucky because I would not have met my... well now wife if I hadn't

91. boxes or bags?

Bags! you cannot separate me from my leather bag

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Lamps, I spend five bucks on my living room lamp and if it breaks I may cry.

93. nicknames?

Well benny is a nickname. You don't need to know what the real one is.

94. favourite season?

Winter, My jacket is so cosy

95. favourite app on your phone?

Uhhh... if I move the ringer really fast it rings a nice tune

96. desktop background?

Uhh I have no desktop

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

uhhhh sixteen.

98. favourite historical era?

I like now! now is great

99. Favorite thing about y/n? Hummm that's a hard one. I love everything about her? I think I like her sweetness best how kind and forgiving she can me for when I burn dinner or sir playing chess an hour or two to long, all the late dates and sudden trips she's so sweet and forgiving.

[lumosandnoxwriting]

Just Peachy - George Weasley

Title: Just Peachy Pairing: George x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW!! Pegging, male receiving oral, male fingering, slight fem!dom/sub!george, teasing, degradation. Seriously George takes it up the ass if you don’t like it don’t read it k thanks Summary: with the world wide web at his fingertips it’s only natural that George finds something new to try in the bedroom A/N: for the anon who wanted George getting pegged. Like I said in the warnings, George takes it up the ass so if that makes you uncomfy or you don’t like it don’t read! I’m also not tagging anyone as I don’t want to make anyone uncomfy or upset! Feedback is always welcome!

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Giving George a laptop and access to the internet turned out to be both a blessing and a curse. A curse because he quickly became obsessed with browsing the internet, and he spent most of his time scrolling away on reddit or with his headphones on, watching some random YouTube video. He could chatter on for hours about a thread he found on reddit or a meme he discovered when browsing on Instagram and once he discovered how to order things off of amazon it got even worse. At least once a day a package containing some random gismo or trinket arrived at the doorstep of their shared flat, and George would excitedly rip open the box and use whatever was inside for a few minutes before jumping back on his computer to order more useless crap.

But his newfound love of the internet was also a blessing. George had figured out how to connect his laptop to the tv in his and Y/N’s bedroom, and every night before falling asleep they would cuddle together in bed, watching some tv program or film on Netflix. Along with George’s obsession with shopping for useless gadgets, he’d started to pick things up for Y/N as well. It was never anything big, a box of her favorite chocolates, a candle he thought she’d enjoy the smell off, a new pair of fuzzy socks for her to wear around the flat in the winter. Just anything he saw that made him think of her.

George’s new love of the internet also did wonders for their sex life, something Y/N welcomed happily.

Along with the random cute presents George started ordering for Y/N, he also started ordering some sexy ones as well. Her wardrobe is now dripping in different sets of lingerie and her underwear drawer is filled to the brim with lace clad panties. Their sex toy collection has nearly doubled in size, with toys for them to use together or on their own being added to the mix. And thanks to George’s Pornhub premium subscription, they’ve tested out some new positions and kinks in the bedroom as well. Some were only a one time thing, others have become a permanent part of their intimate moments, but everything has been pleasurable, nonetheless. It’s made their relationship stronger and helped George ask for things he never thought he’d want, even those that may be a tad unconventional.

-

George clears his throat as he tugs Y/N closer to his side, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. He can tell she’s close to drifting off to sleep by the way her chest is moving with slow deep breaths and he knows he’ll never get the chance to ask the question that’s been burning on the tip of his tongue for weeks if he doesn’t do it now. “You ever heard of pegging?” he asks into the quiet of their bedroom.

“Like clothes pegs? The things you use to hang your washing up with?” Y/N mumbles sleepily into his chest.

George chuckles and he can feel some of his nerves easing away. “No, it’s like a sex thing.”

“Like putting clothes pegs on your nipples? Sounds kinda hot,” Y/N teases, turning so she can look up at George. “Though I imagine the splinters would be a nightmare to get out.”

“Not quite,” George responds, biting his lip. “It’s, um. This thing where. The girl wears this thing, a strapon, and um. Uses it to. Ya know, fuck the guy.” George’s cheeks feel like they’re on fire, and he looks up at the ceiling to avoid Y/N’s gaze.

“Oh,” she responds quietly, reaching up to cup one of George’s cheeks. She rubs the flushed skin with her thumb soothingly, waiting for him to relax into her touch before she continues. “Is that something you’re interested in? Something you want me to do to you?”

“I. Um. Uh. Yes, I think so. Only if you want to,” George babbles nervously, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.

Y/N grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers before bringing it down so she can press a few kisses to the back of his hand. “Georgie, look at me.” When George finally looks back down at her Y/N smiles softly and squeezes his hand. “You never have to be embarrassed about this kinda stuff with me George. If you wanna try it, we’ll try it. Simple as that.”

George leans down to kiss Y/N briefly. “Just didn’t want you to think I was weird or something.”

“Of course I think you’re weird,” Y/N teases, kissing him again. “But there’s loads of other reasons for that, and none of them have to do with your sexual preferences. There’s no shame here, love. I’ll do some research and then we’ll get down into it, yeah?”

“You’re the best, you know that?” George compliments, settling back into the pillows.

Y/N hums as her eyes flutter closed, letting the sound of George’s heartbeat lull her to sleep. “Damn right.”

-

Over the next few days Y/N spends every ounce of free time she has browsing different forums and websites, trying to find out all she can to make sure the experience is as pleasurable for the both of them as possible. She watches far more porn than she ever thought she would, spends hours searching on various sex toy websites to find the perfect strapon and she does more research on lube than any person should ever do in their lives.

Y/N keeps everything a secret from George until the day they’d decided would be best to try for the first time. They choose a Friday, that way George will have time to recover from any soreness before he’s expected to be back at work and if they both find it enjoyable, possibly do it again.

While George is at work Y/N decides to grab the strapon from where she’d been hiding it in the back of the closet, so she can clean it off one last time and figure out how to properly strap it to her body, so she doesn’t have to fumble with it later. The harness she’d chosen has a part that settles into her slit, with ridges and bumps that’ll drag across her clit with every thrust. A shiver runs down her spine as the cool leather wraps around her skin and she tightens the straps, adjusting them so they fit tight on her hips and thighs.

“This is kinda hot,” Y/N mumbles as she stares down at the dildo resting at attention in between her thighs. It’s flesh colored and slightly curved, and it’s about 7 inches long and moderately thick. She wraps her hand around it, slowly moving her wrist as if she’s jacking off. “Fucking hell,” she groans as the ridges on the strap brush her clit, her hips jerking forward. Y/N wraps her hand around the base and grabs her phone off of the bathroom counter, snapping a picture to send to George.

Can’t wait to have you begging for my cock xx

George takes his phone out when he feels it vibrate in his pocket, figuring its Y/N sending him a sweet message. Ever since she taught him how to text a few months ago she’s started sending him little things throughout the day while they’re apart. Usually it’s a text to let him know she’s thinking about him or sometimes it’s a meme or a video she found that she figures he’d enjoy too.

So, when he opens his phone and is met with a picture of her hand wrapped around the dildo Y/N plans on fucking him with later his cheeks immediately turn bright red as he nearly drops his phone on the ground. His cock twitches in his trousers and he has to grip the counter in front of him and take a few deep breaths to try and calm himself down. That image is going to be imbedded in his brain for the rest of the day, and he has no idea how he’s supposed to make it through the next few hours knowing what’s waiting for him at home.

“You alright?” Fred asks as he comes out of the back, taking in George’s flushed appearance.

George hums and nods, locking his phone and shoving it back in his pocket. “Yep. Just peachy.”

Fred gives him a look but doesn’t say anything more, and George sighs in relief, deciding to go help some customers to keep his mind off of Y/N.

-

“God damn,” George pants as Y/N grinds down in his lap, his grip on her hips tightening and his head tilting back to give her more room to bite at his neck.

After dinner and some more talking about what the rest of their evening will look like, Y/N lead George to the bedroom to get started. They had stood in the middle of their bedroom for what felt like hours, just kissing softly as they gently undressed each other. Once they were both down to nothing, but their underwear George settled in the middle of their bed with his back against the headboard, while Y/N straddled his waist and started to grind down against him. Now a few minutes later, George is fully hard in his boxers while Y/N continues to grind on him, her lips attacking his neck and one of her hands tugging at his hair while the other pinches and rolls his nipples.

“Feel good?” Y/N teases, twisting the nipple in her hand. George lets out a loud moan and Y/N can feel George’s cock twitch against her. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she continues, kissing her way back up to George’s mouth. Y/N tugs on his hair as they kiss, just letting their mouths move together for a few moments. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes, please,” George confirms with a nod. He can feel some nerves rumbling in his stomach still, but Y/N’s soothing voice and gentle hands have put him at ease. He hasn’t stopped thinking about this moment since he suggested pegging over a week ago, and the picture Y/N sent him has only  made him more excited. “Want you to fuck me, Y/N.”

A shiver runs down Y/N’s spine at George’s words, and she kisses him briefly. “Patience, love. We gotta get you ready first. I’m gonna go get dressed. Want you to take your boxers off and lay back on the middle of the bed, yeah?” Y/N kisses George once more as he nods, before getting off the bed and heading into the bathroom attached to their room.

The strapon and lube are already waiting on the bathroom counter, and Y/N takes a deep breath as she shimmies out of her panties and grabs the strapon. She decides to keep her lacy black bralette on, as it’s one of George’s favorites and Y/N knows seeing her in it drives him wild. Y/N secures the strapon like she did this afternoon, groaning as the nubs rub against her clit. She’s already fairly turned on just from the grinding and she can’t imagine it’ll take much for her to cum once she’s fucking into George. She looks at herself one last time in the mirror before grabbing the bottle of lube and heading back into their bedroom. George is completely naked now, laying back on the bed with his head propped up by their pillows so he can watch Y/N’s every move.

“God you’re gorgeous,” George groans as Y/N comes back into the room, his eyes raking over her body. The leather straps wrapped around her skin make her thighs look even more divine, and his mouth waters as he takes notice of the dildo jutting out from between her thighs. “This is way hotter than I thought it would be.”

Y/N giggles as she settles on the bed between George’s legs, tossing the lube onto the bed next to him. “Yeah? You like my cock?” she teases as she hovers over George, attaching her lips to the base of his throat. She thrusts her hips against George slowly, letting the dildo drag against his cock.

George gasps as the dildo drags across his warm skin, a shiver running down his spine. “Shit that’s cold.”

“Sorry, baby,” Y/N apologizes as her lips start to trail down his chest towards his nipples. She lets her hot breath just barely breeze across one before she flicks at it with her tongue. George lets out a low moan, prompting her to give his other nipple the same treatment.

“It’s okay. Felt good,” George stutters out as Y/N takes one of his nipples into her mouth. He can feel the precum collecting on the tip of his cock dripping onto his stomach, and he thrusts his hips up, desperate for some friction.

“Gotta be patient, baby,” Y/N coos as she starts to kiss further down George’s body. “I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry.” Y/N presses a kiss to the tip of George’s cock, pulling away when he groans and thrusts his hips up into her touch. “Don’t be naughty, George,” Y/N warns as she grabs the lube.

George licks his lips as he watches Y/N spread the lube on her fingers, his legs automatically opening a bit wider. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Better be,” Y/N responds as she tosses the lube aside again. She grabs the base of George’s cock with her clean hand, leaning down and sucking the tip between her lips as one of her fingers circles his entrance. She takes him down fully as she sinks the first finger into him, the noise he lets out going straight to her core.

“Oh,” George gasps as Y/N starts to bob her head on his cock, his brain focused on the way her finger feels as it moves inside of him. “Feels good,” George moans, grinding his hips down against her hand. “Feels different, but good.”

Y/N hums around George as she continues to suck his cock, the hand on the base of him twisting as she adds another finger alongside the first. She’d read many guides on the best way to prepare someone, and she moves slowly, wanting George to feel as good as possible.

Y/N works at opening up George for a few minutes, getting up to three fingers into him while her tongue teases the tip of his cock. His hips are rocking down against her hand feverishly, and little mewls are leaving his lips as his chest heaves with deep breathes.

“Fuck me please,” George begs as Y/N crooks her fingers inside of him, his hands fisting in the bed sheets. His whole body feels like it’s on fire, and he’s ready to move on to the next step.

Y/N pulls off of George’s cock and looks up at him, groaning at how beautiful he looks. His chest his flushed red and his hair is messy from his hands running through it. “Yeah, baby? You ready for me to ruin you with my cock?”

George chokes on a moan as Y/N pulls her fingers out of him, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly empty. “God yes, please. Need to feel you inside of me. Wanna be full of your cock, Y/N.”

“Such a desperate little cock slut and I haven’t even fucked you yet, baby,” Y/N teases as she lubes up the dildo. She lets out a quiet moan as she strokes it, the little nubs and ridges on the harness giving her some much needed relief on her aching pussy. “You remember the safe word, right baby?”

George nods, a whimper falling from his lips as Y/N presses the tip of the dildo against his entrance. “I remember, yes,” he confirms, taking in a few shaky breaths.

Y/N grabs one of George’s knees, pushing his leg to the side to give her more room. “You ready, baby? Ready for me to fuck you with my cock? Turn you into a little cock whore?”

“Please,” George begs. He’s rock hard against his stomach and he’s desperate for Y/N to finally sink into him. “Oh my fuck,” George moans as Y/N’s hips push forward slowly, not stopping until the dildo is in him completely and the leather straps are digging into the backs of his thighs.

Y/N rubs George’s hips soothingly, watching his face contort into some mixture of pleasure and pain. “You doing okay, Georgie? Talk to me baby.”

George slowly pushes his hips down against Y/N, a moan falling from his mouth at the sensation. It burns slightly, but in an amazing way, and George feels full in a way he never has before. “Feels so fucking good,” he whines, pushing his hips down against Y/N’s in a steady pace. “Need you to move, Y/N fuck. Please. So full of you, so full of your cock.”

“Fucks sake,” Y/N moans as she starts to move her hips, slowly pulling out of George before she fucks back into him. The noise George lets out as she starts to fuck him goes right to her core, and the feeling of the nubs rubbing against her clit prompts her to slam back into George harder. “You like the way I fuck you, Georgie? Like how my big cock stretches you out?”

“Merlin, yes,” George moans as Y/N starts to move faster one of his hands coming down to stroke his cock in time with her thrusts. “Love the way you fuck me, Y/N. Feels better than I ever thought it would.” George wraps one of his hands around his thigh, pulling his legs up to his chest. The new angle allows for Y/N to fuck into him deeper, and he lets out a long whine as the tip of the dildo finally brushes his sweet spot. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, right there Y/N please,” he begs, as he tips his head back against the pillows.

“Such a fucking slut, baby,” Y/N teases as she starts to fuck into George harder. The bumps and ridges on the harness brush against her clit roughly, and she can feel her wetness dripping down onto her thighs. George looks absolutely ethereal, and it does nothing but push her closer to her own orgasm. His chest is red and covered in a sheen of sweat and the noises falling from his mouth are going right to her core.

George groans as the tip of the dildo brushes his sweet spot with every one of Y/N’s thrusts, and he releases his cock so he can grab his other thigh and bring his leg up to his chest, allowing Y/N to somehow fuck into him even deeper. “Only for you, Y/N. Love being your cock slut.”

“That’s right, baby. My little slut.” Y/N can feel her orgasm approaching, and she wraps her hand around George’s cock, stroking him in time with her thrusts, her thumb rubbing over the tip and spreading his precum down the shaft to make her hand slide easier. “Fuck, George. ‘M gonna cum. Come on, baby. Be a good little cock slut and cum on my cock.”

Y/N’s hand on his cock pushes George over the edge, and he can feel his walls clench around the dildo as he cums, pleasure rolling through his body. Her name leaves his mouth in a loud shout as he shoots his seed all over Y/N’s hand and his own stomach.

“Fuck, George,” Y/N moans as her own orgasm washes over her, the rhythm of her hips stuttering as the pleasure rockets through her body. She releases George’s cock as soon as it stops twitching, letting her hips slow to a gentle roll before pulling out of George completely.

George releases his legs and lets them fall back against the bed, inhaling slowly as he tries to catch his breath. “Fucking Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”

Y/N giggles as she crawls up George’s body, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Glad you liked it, because it was so fucking hot, George. Like so unbelievably hot.” She kisses George again, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “I’ll be right back, yeah? Gonna grab something to clean you up.”

Y/N comes back from the bathroom a few minutes later back in the panties she’d taken off earlier, with a washcloth in one hand and a glass of water in the other. She hands George the water with a smile as she settles between his thighs.

“Thanks, love,” George murmurs before taking a sip, nearly chocking as Y/N runs the warm washcloth along his bum. “Could have given a guy some warning,” he teases through his coughing fit.

“Sorry, love,” Y/N giggles as she wipes up his stomach. Once George is clean Y/N tosses the washcloth on the floor for them to deal with later, before crawling back up the bed. “So, feel good?”

George places the empty glass on his bedside table before pulling Y/N into a deep kiss. “My arse is a little sore but other than that yes, incredible.”

“I’ve got some salve you can use tomorrow if you want. Figured it might come in handy.” Y/N pulls back the covers so she and George can get into bed, letting him pull her onto his chest. “I love you, George.”

George chuckles and leans down to press a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “I love you too, Y/N. Thank you for not thinking I’m a weirdo.”

“I told you,” Y/N muses with a laugh as George grabs his wand, giving it a flick so the lights in their room turn off. “I absolutely think you’re a weirdo, a weirdo who looks super fucking hot cumming on my cock.”

[heniareth]

Here's that ask I promised :D Some more questions for the OC ask meme <3

What is your character's biggest realtionship flaw? Has that flaw ever destroyed relationships for them before?

Companion they are closest to and why?

Thoughts on the Dalish?

What biases does your character have? (This can be in favor or against)

How does your OC react in stressful situations?

What do they like to ridicule and/or what do they find stupid?

Does your OC have recurring themes in their dreams?

What is your OCs proudest moment?

Did you create the OC to be like yourself, did they end up being like yourself, or are they very different from you?

(These are a lot again, it is so hard to hold back xD So take your time and no pressure as always :) Just excited to get to know more about your Astala <3)

Thank you for the ask!! I had this sitting for forever, life has kept me busy, but I'm so excited to give this a go XD And to delve into some aspects of Astala that I haven't given much thought yet, so that's exciting.

What is your character's biggest realtionship flaw? Has that flaw ever destroyed relationships for them before?

Astala's biggest flaw when it comes to relationships is her inability to let go of people. On a positive note, this trait manifests as a very strong loyalty. On the negative side, it will lead her to cry after relationships that have ended and pour over them to try and find out what went wrong. It can also put her or other people she cares about in danger; especially in her position as the de facto leader of the companions, this could quickly lead to the loss of a whole unit (aka the three companions you can take with you on missions + the Warden). Luckily, she has Morrigan and Alistair (and Sten and Zevran) who can and will point out when a course of action is likely to put them in more danger than they already are.

Companion they are closest to and why?

Ooof, this is a tough one. Ironically, the romanceable four. Alistair is practically second-in-command, even though I imagine he’d protest at the title. They work closely together and are therefore quite close. Astala admires and respects Morrigan, even when her opinions and advice goes against most things Astala believes in. She’s the kind of friend you know would hide a body for you. Leliana is a friend in the more “common” sense. She and Astala both have a thing for nice clothing, their morals are similarly aligned, and they just get along in general. And then of course there’s Zevran, who’s Astala’s love interest. Funnily enough, they both started off annoying the hell out of each other over various petty reasons, and it takes them some time to really see each other for who they are. And from that point on there’s no turning back and they fall hard.

Thoughts on the Dalish?

The Dalish are an interesting subject. Astala hadn't met any previous to the Blight (although her cousin Shianni imagined her dad, who she never knew, to be a strong Dalish warrior). So to see them live these relatively normal lives when she encountered Zathrian's clan was... odd. But on the other hand, their lives were everything but normal because they spoke elvish, worshipped the Creators, had halla and could go wherever they wanted. So the first thing Astala did when she got there was ask a metric ton of questions about everything. On the other hand, the way some of the Dalish talk about the city elves makes her sad. They have a point , the city elves would probably treat one of the Dalish similarly, and she understands the distrust in anything that so much as smells of humans; but she still finds the divide tragic. She also thinks the Dalish are a bit too proud for their own good; but then again, how else are you going to defend yourself against a world that threw an Exalted March against your forebears' homeland?

What biases does your character have? (This can be in favor or against)

Astala is generally biased in favour of elves, and in favour of whoever she percieves to be the underdog in a given situation. This can lead her to get duped (it hasn’t yet in my current playthrough, but it probably will at some point).

How does your OC react in stressful situations?

When in stressful situations, Astala generally tries to remain in control of it. To do so, she relies heavily on whatever companions she has at the moment and the resources available, both in the environment and on her person. She tends to try and talk things out, but also to make rash judgements, which uuuuuh can backfire (she's quick to draw her blades, for instance, and that does not exactly help to deescalate situations). She also has a tendency to just seize control. She also will give orders and will expect others to follow them. The companions look to her as a leader, so that works out fine. In Redcliffe, however, she did find that the militia men would listen to the mayor, and not to her. That was frustrating for both parties.

What do they like to ridicule and/or what do they find stupid?

Human nobles. Just the whole package. From their fondness of dogs and their dainty dances (which her father, who was a bann's servant, would describe to her and her cousins) to their pointy-ended shoes and their petty grievances (because when you have enough money to boss other people around, all your grievances are petty, right?). A surefire way to keep the younger kids entertained was to pretend to be a noble, let them play servants, and have them wreak havoc upon you as they got orders wrong on purpose and "stole" the "noble's" belongings. Afyer the Blight, that fondness to ridicule sadly wanes away and leaves mostly frustration in its wake.

Does your OC have recurring themes in their dreams?

Astala is a terribly heavy sleeper. If she dreams, she doesn't remember it come morning. She can therefore sadly not report any recurrent themes in her dreams as of now.

What is your OCs proudest moment?

Apart from the power trip in the Fade (she walked out smiling and continued to smile until Uldred turned into a pride demon), it was probably when she got her first job. She was 14 at the time and overheard some boys talking about how a merchant was expecting a big shipment and looking for new help. Up until then, she had been trying to get a job as a servant like her father, to no avail. On a whim she followed the boys, and lined up with the other hopeful candidates in front of the merchant's warehouses for a try-out (a selection process entailing an unpaid day of work). She proved herself to be strong enough to lift and carry crates, small and nimble enough to climb to where others couldn't reach, and above all she got extremely lucky. She was called back, first for one month, then for a trimester, then for one year and for another. And while Cyrion would have liked his daughter to have an easier and less dangerous job, he was proud right alongside her when she brought the first coins she had earned home.

Did you create the OC to be like yourself, did they end up being like yourself, or are they very different from you?

I created Astala's first version (which I mentioned in this post) based on a character that was very much an ideal; strong, kind, and above all, brave and adventurous. That first heroic version then got put through all the trials and tribulations of the story, and I was very much going with my gut instinct and not with a predetermined idea of the character when I tokk her decisions. So basically, this first versions had a good chunk of my morals and priorities. After the Deep Roads, that first version started getting depth; she reacted very strongly to having to shoulder the responsability of chosing a new king for Orzammar, for Ferelden, and defeating the Archdemon. From that point on, I started exploring why that reaction might have been so strong. Astala as she is now is the product of that exploration (during which she acquired some fears and pain points she shares with me. Examples are the fear of messing up, the sometimes blind loyalty or the need to shoulder all the responsability). Bottom line: she definitely has parts that are mine, some of which she acquired over time, but she's her own person. She's not me.

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That was a lot of fun!! Thank you so much for the ask and sorry for the delay >.< But I'm very happy I finally came around to it, I always love answering these