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[lattehearted]

"may i have this dance? “ ( diana -- saero )

It was over. They had won.

Ezaeur almost cannot believe it. Years of this war, over at last. The demon lord was dead. Her parents, her sister, and thousands of other victims have been avenged. She may never know the extent of her parents schemes, their secrets dying with them. And she cannot change any of her mistakes. But even if she stumbled along the path, it had still ended here. In joyous victory.

She had stolen away with the odd little human, to thank her for her aid and grant her upcoming (delayed) nuptials a blessing. She returns to the banquet hall ahead of Ezaeur, the Flower of Lilith's crown decorating her hair beautifully. She rushes into the arms of her betrothed, not sparing Ezaeur a second glance. Good. She deserved to celebrate with the one she loved most.

As if hearing her thoughts, the one the rebel queen herself loved most decided to speak up.

She loves him. By the seven hells and all five worlds, does she love him. And the golden rose proving the sincerity and depth of their shared affection gleams in the light, clutched in her beloved Saero's hand. Still, she had known this man since childhood and victory was only lightening Ezaeur's mood. She had been so serious, so worried, for far too long. She deserved a little levity.

"And what gives you permission to speak so casually with me?" she teases, stepping closer. She plucks the golden rose from Saero's grasp and moves to tuck it behind her ear. It's no Flower of Lilith but Ezaeur would have no other bloom decorate her, tonight of all nights. "You DO realize you speak now to the new queen of the Abyssal Plains?"

He does. Of course he does. Ironically, it's Ezaeur who almost can't believe it. What she can believe, after so, so long denying the truth, is that Saero is real and here and in love with her. She sets her hand on his shoulder, slotting her other hand into his. A perfect fit.

"Perhaps, for your boldness, I'll indulge you with a dance." A tease. Saero has claimed possession of this dance and all others, and they both know it.

sacred romantic moments // accepting // @trustbutvcriify

[lunawish]

" you know i can see you right, claude? " edelgard speaks flatly, throwing her practice axe into the dirt beneath her boots. inquisitive amethysts trail up towards the direction of where @trustbutvcriify rest — a seemingly common habit of the golden deer's leader, so it seems. just the other day petra made a passing remark about seeing claude napping on a branch.

[soulcluster-moved]

@trustbutvcriify / flayn [Hugs for a very long time]

Seteth instinctually returned her embrace, his arms wrapping tightly around his daughter and his body curling inward as if to protect her from the world. And he would, until his dying breath, his only thought would be of her safety. His fingers curled into her hair, strands of hair parting like seafoam as he held her close.

Leaving the sanctity of anonymity had been a difficult decision, but he knew his late wife would not want their daughter to live that way. Flayn deserved a full life.

Yet Seteth had such a hard time letting go of her. Every moment she was out of his sight was one of panic. He had learn to quell the thoughts, but they were never far. He had lost count of how many days he watched her sleep, filled with fear that she would never wake, that he would lose yet more of his family.

Seteth's hand relaxed and he began to stroke her hair in a rhythmic movement. He breathed deep and a part of him relaxed, in a way he could only when his daughter was safe in his arms.

"You need never fear while I am here, Flayn."

[samayo-tamashi]

@blazebladed / @trustbutvcriify

((Sooooo I met you about a week ago and I got to admit, I do enjoy talking to you. Especially after me having a bit of a heart-to-heart friendship last night and today. We do seem to have a lot in common from our conversations and I look forward to getting to know you and becoming closer to you as a friend, you rule <3))

[detectice]

❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜ ( dorian ) - @trustbutvcriify

fingers massaged circles into her throbbing temples, eyes squeeze shut in a desperate attempt to save her from the light -- her migraine was something not even her ice magic could help soothe and when dorian's words reached her ears, the detective took in a sharp breath through her nose.

"this city, dorian --" she sighed. furrowed her brow. dropped her hands down to the table and finally opened her eyes to watch him. "sometimes... sometimes i doubt myself. i wonder if this city is actively REJECTING me trying to help it. and i tell myself that it doesn't matter, that i'm going to try anyway... but..." words trailed off, her gaze having shifted down to the wooden table top beneath her. "it's just so HARD sometimes. how do you do it?"

[kirkw4ll-a]

@trustbutvcriify liked for a sing song starter! (for dorian!) -> but daddy i love him - t swift

"i'll tell you something right now -- i'd rather burn my whole LIFE down than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning."

[soulcluster]

Otps and notps fooooor eirika and/or ephraim!

send "OTPs + nOTPs + [a muse name]" for me to list out my favourite pairings, and the pairings i am not interested in, for that muse

oh I am so very unwell about these two at all times

Eirika

for Eirika, my otp is easily Seth, sethrikia ride or die here. I love their dynamic throughout her route and in their supports "…That night… I felt what you felt." LIKE SIR end me now. they hit my brain waves just right

shout out to my beloved @cybrvce for making eirika/felix my other otp for her

I don't really have anything I'm specifically against, though I'm not keen on her and Innes. I just...no. for many reasons.

I also wish Cormag or Tana had been potential romantic support options

Ephraim

Ephraim is actually harder. I don't really ardently ship him with many. I see potential for Lyon and Tana but it's stuff that needs more building for me to get behind fully, same for any other potentially romantic dynamics with him

my otp as of current is with @trustbutvcriify's Forde (I am so very weak for them)

and I have a feeling I will also come to love him and @cybrvce's Marianne a lot the more we get to plot/write them.

For notps...it's...also Innes asd;lkajsd he's just not winning with my twins

If I could've added in romantic supports it'd honestly be with the merc crew. Gerik, Tethys, Marisa, any/all

For Out There pairings, I've seen a lot of Ephraim/Olivia art and let me tell you....I am Intrigued

[soulcluster-moved]

Kaitlyn winced at Varric's piercing words. Leave it to her to voluntarily stick her foot in her mouth. "Because I have experience," she corrected him.

Varric made it very hard to want to stay when he held her hand like this. For the past decade her go-to solution had become, throw herself at the problem until it was handled, regardless of how she came out in the end. Because what did it matter when the world around her was becoming so dark and desperate? When her family laid dead?

But they weren't all. Even if Carver was far and away, he was still alive. And right here in front of her was her husband, as much family to her as her mother or sister or father had been. Her hand curled tight around his. What she wouldn't give to keep Varric safe.

"If anyone is going to make it out of here alive, it's me. What's a giant nightmare demon compared to 20ft tall statue of Meredith?" She waved her free hand toward the demon as if it was nothing.

Hawke loosened her grip and attempted to move away from Varric. "There's no time. Don't wait around because of me! I'll catch up later."

HIS WHOLE WORLD WAS on the brink of shattering as soon as he heard those words leave his wife’s mouth. and for a moment his eyes focused on a rock behind in the distance as if to give himself some time to process the thought of even leaving anyone behind. no one should have to stay in this damn place to face whatever horrors or demons that crawled out of it’s depths. this shit was weird enough.

“NO,” THE ROGUE’S VOICE was close to breaking as he turned his gaze towards her and narrowed his eyes. why had she made that decision so quickly? and without him? 

“NO, NO NO,”VARRIC repeated, his voice growing in volume. one of his fists clenched, knuckles turning white as the other reached out to grab his wife’s hand and reign in his anger at her decision. “just because you’re a mage? that makes you qualified to stay in this shithole? we’ve all fought demons before, yeah, but you’re crazy if you think i’m going to let you stay here by yourself!“

[lattehearted]

📜 for the incubros, mika, and saero & di

Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse // accepting // @trustbutvcriify

Most under the cut because this got sO LONG, FUCK

Sam and James:

Sam: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon. James, not looking up from their book: Spear. Sam: BLOCKED.

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Sam: Stubs their toe FUCK! James: Mind your language! Sam: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”??? James: Sam: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

Matthew and James:

James, talking to Matthew on the phone: Did you preheat the oven like I told you to? Matthew: You bet! James: At what temperature? Matthew: 535. James: That's the clock. Matthew: James: Matthew: 536.

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Matthew: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve. James: I think you mean cards. Matthew, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.

The Brothers:

James: You have to apologize to Matthew Sam: Fine. Sam: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

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Matthew: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth? James: You’re a hazard to society Sam: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

James and Mika:

Mika: Okay, truth or dare? James: Truth Mika: How many hours have you slept this week? James: James: ...Dare Mika: Go to bed. James: I don’t like this game.

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Mika, pointing: May I sit there? James: That's my lap Mika: That doesn't answer my question, James.

Mika + The Boys

James: How did none of you hear what I just said? Matthew: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Mika: I got distracted about halfway through. Sam: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

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James: Is stabbing someone immoral? Sam: Not if they consent to it. Matthew: Depends who you’re stabbing. Mika: YES?!?

Diana and Saero:

Ezaeur: I prevented a murder today. Saero: Really? How’d you do that? Ezaeur: self control.

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Ezaeur: Saero and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's- Saero: Sentences. Ezaeur: Don't interrupt me.

Diana, Saero, and Mika:

Ezaeur: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it Saero: Just rip the bandage off. Ezaeur: It’s Mika. Saero: Put the bandage back on.

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Ezaeur: Saero, keep an eye on Mika today. They're going to say something to the wrong person and get punched. Saero: Sure, I’d love to see Mika get punched. Ezaeur: Try again. Saero, sighing: I will stop Mika from getting punched.

[lunawish]

#LUNAWISH : a mutuals only multifandom multimuse. carrd.

(i) other blog (s): @fatalelity , @colnerys (ii) currently fixated on : baldur's gate / the forgotten realms, star trek (iii) loudest muses currently : azelhart, shadowheart. lae'zel, lewyn, kira.

victims of my infodumps : @clawsextended , @lunarrepel , @moonreflected / @trustschaos, @trustbutvcriify .

[soulcluster-moved]

the saiyan prince quietly approached his wife's lab, quickly locating her in the far corner bent over one of her machines. he was captivated by every aspect of her and often found himself admiring how dedicated and hardworking she was. today was such a day where, usually he'd lean his shoulder against the doorway to her lab and slip away before anyone else could confirm his presence. the coast was clear today and he could sense that the rest of her employees were scattered throughout the rest of the building. "bulma." vegeta came up behind her as one of his hands gently rubbed at her shoulders to alert her of his sudden presence before nudging her to turn around so she could see the small bouquet of flowers in his other hand. "happy birthday. don't work yourself too hard." a rare softer smile forms though she's seen it before ( usually it's only reserved for her ), and then just as quickly, his lips start to curl into his signature smirk. "you'll need your energy later."

it's bulma's birthday! (8/16)

Ever since she was little, Bulma's birthday had always been a large affair. Not any typical birthday party would do for the heir of Capsule Corp. Aside from catering, guests, cake, and entertainment, Bulma also needed a stellar outfit that showed off just how amazing she was. Which wasn't hard! She was Bulma Briefs.

Which meant that, sometimes, her work needed her because there was simply no one else with her brilliant mind. Luckily, she was rich enough to hire planners to take care of all the party accommodations.

And that was how Bulma Briefs now sat in a form-fitting red dress with a swooping neckline, her hair dolled up in curls and pins as she worked away at the latest problem that plagued Capsule Corp engineers at a critical junction of their work. She was so zoned into the problem that she didn't hear her husband enter, and jumped in her seat when she heard his voice.

Bulma turned toward him with wide eyes but her expression quickly turned into a smile. "Vegeta!" She stood, partially wanting to give him a good look at her in this dress. He'd no doubt be taking it off later. The bouquet was a surprise from him, which made her love it all the more as she accepted it. "Awww, thanks! You're so sweet, I always knew it." She winked at him.

It didn't take long for his typical smirk to fall into place, the kind that made a shiver go down her spine and made her toes curl. Oh, he was too good at that, and they hadn't even touched. "Oh, I'm counting on it. The real question is..." Bulma leaned closed, letting her husband get an eyeful down her dress, just enough to tantalize, "...can you hold out that long?"

[detectice]

@trustbutvcriify liked for a starter!

"oh, this ought to be good." she should have known when she woke up this morning that the day wasn't about to be easy or SIMPLE like she wanted it to be deep down -- why neve still let herself hope for simplicity was beyond her. eyes flickered around the cobbled swan, the detective trying to find the subtle shifts in some people's faces or postures to let her know that there were less than friendly eyes on them.

"i don't BELIEVE you're my contact for this particular case -- are you here for business or PLEASURE, magister pavus?" the case she was currently working was regarding a neighbor's missing sister... surely, dorian wasn't involved. but it did beg the question: was their meeting here a COINCIDENCE? or was it something deeper?

[lattehearted]

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes ( Matthew -- James )

He's trying very, VERY hard not to take this the wrong way.

He knows James doesn't really think about it, how sometimes his help feels more like hurt. That's Matthew's cross to bear, his baggage to carry. James had always cared for all of them, doting and fussing like a parent would even when he himself was still a child.

It's not James's fault that sometimes, it rubs Matthew the wrong way. He scolds Sam's behavior, he curbs Erik's silver tongue, he ensures Damien's eating properly. It's not as if he singles Matthew out. It's not James's fault at all that sometimes, when he fawns on him, all Matthew can hear is old voices.

Fourth son. Child. Small. Weak. Give up. Give up. GIVE UP!

They've got a project pitch at the toy company today - Matthew's idea. Little winged creatures of different shapes and sizes, sort of like the birds and fireflies he'd send to comfort his mother back home. And if he wants to impress the board of directors without his powers? Well...James fixing his tie for him is a big help.

He shakes off the negative thoughts, secure in the knowledge that his big brother's only trying to help. "Maybe you should've gone into business with Erik at his tailor shop instead," Matthew quips with a brilliant grin. "Ya know. Since you're so good at making sure we look our best and all."

@trustbutvcriify

[lattehearted]

❛  umm, is this seat taken ?  ❜ ( adaine -- oisin ! )

She wonders why she's at Basrar's on one of her days off. Really, she should be sick of the place. And she is, in a way. She's sick of the cold chill from the freezers and the heat from rushing around. She hates the lines after lines of wizards, demanding her time, her energy, her visions. She's tired, mostly, of how little money lines her pockets. Those spell components aren't going to pay for themselves.

Her feet, however, carry her to Basrar's after school as if on autopilot. It's fine; she finds a corner booth in the back and grabs her schoolwork, the "extra credit" that's instead mandatory, until she can afford the components for normal classwork.

How ironic, then, that the guy with diamonds to spare stands beside her booth with a kind smile on his snout, shrugging his book bag higher on his shoulder.

Adaine blinks, her face flushes. She's all of a sudden back on the floor of Fabian's kitchen, chugging bad baby milk like her life depended on it. She knows she's pretty; people have told her before - boys at Hudol, Fabian, Fig and Kristen as they braid each other's hair before bed. And she knows her friends are attractive, objectively.

But only now, face to face in the cold light of day with kind eyes and strong, tattooed arms, does she understand what hot means beyond temperature.

She realizes she hasn't said anything and her face flushes further. "Oh, right, um, yes, absolutely, yes," Adaine rambles her assent, gesturing with a hand to the seat opposite her. "If the rest of your... your party is on the way," she holds her tongue about her disdain for Kipperlily especially, "I can move, it's not a problem."

@trustbutvcriify / a meme I'm too lazy to find

[lattehearted]

[ REST ]  our muses lay on the ground together while it rains.  ( Adaine -- oisin )

Her heart continues to war with her head, with no end in sight.

The summer had only just started but the Rat Grinders had been trying to make amends. Well, some of them. Two of them, really. Ruben still remembered only bits and pieces - Fig only recently confessing and apologizing for messing with his dreams, in case that was part of his repression. Mary Ann was universally adored, more so after she and Gorgug started to figure their whole deal out. And Lucy, sweet Lucy, was just glad to have friends again, old and new.

Ivy did her part - seeking out Mazey only a couple days after the fight in the gym to address the bad blood. That did a lot of heavy lifting in terms of Fabian becoming civil with the ranger. And no one could argue that Oisin wasn't trying - as much as Adaine wished she could deny it.

He had locked eyes with Adaine as Jawbone had pulled him and Ivy away after the fight, a simple Message of "Sorry," just like that day in the cafeteria. She had frowned in the face of his sheepish smile and soft eyes.

The next day Fabian calls his banker, confused about a substantial deposit he hadn't made; it had been Oisin, Alston had informed, reading a memo that it was for repairs to Seacaster Manor. Adaine frowns, tells Fabian not to take it. He reminds her he's immune to dragon madness and, well, Oisin had wrecked his house. It felt like fair compensation.

At Mazey's graduation party, Mary Ann digs a bandolier out of her backpack. "It's from Oisin," she said, with her typical flat inflection. "Said he needed a new leather working project and saw your artificer thing and wanted to make you a new one." ("That's...that's really nice, I killed him and he's making me things?" Gorgug comments at the same time Fig, ever a German Shepherd, asks, "Be straight with me, Mary Ann. What's his deal?" Mary Ann only shrugs. "Oisin's a dork," she explains, with the same fondness she calls her boyfriend a loser.)

Slowly but surely, he was ingratiating himself into their friend group, like the others before him. Even Riz, begrudgingly, lets him try and prove himself. So should Adaine. She knows this. She knows who she's really mad at is herself. But that doesn't stop her, during a group wide movie night at Mordred Manor, from slipping outside and flopping onto the wet grass with a yell of frustration.

For a couple of blissful minutes, it's just Adaine and the rain. And then Oisin finds her. He always does. He says nothing and that's almost worse. She's grasping at straws and coming up empty and that makes her angrier. At every turn, he was proving himself to be genuine - the same boy who had offered her diamonds and a study partner after one conversation. But she's terrified, bone deep terrified, that just like the night of the storm, she's going to be blindsided by him if she trusts him unduly.

Adaine eventually breaks the silence, eyes aimed skyward and uncaring of the rain splattering against her face. Her magic swirls in the air, a Detect Thoughts seeking his reaction on the surface of his mind. "...That night at Fabian's," she begins. "The first one, not the...not election night." It's difficult to force the words out; what is she supposed to do with what she learns? "The...The diamonds, the...the fluster, the fucked up shots... Was any of that real?"

@trustbutvcriify / the classic romance of a good rainstorm

[lattehearted]

❝  come on,  come dance with me in the rain.  ❞ ( Adaine -- Oisin, MAYBE PROM NIGHT? MAYBE DANCING--- )

They've agreed to take first watch. There's not enough room in the twilight sanctuary inside the Hangvan for all 13 of them at once. Originally, it had been a safety precaution - one bad kid and one rat grinder on watch together, children on the cusp of adulthood paranoid and protective of their own after a tumultuous junior year clash. Can't sneak away to plan to kill each other if one of the enemy is on watch with you, was the idea.

But as their senior year quest continued, as they've all had to learn to put trust in each other, those lines of "us" and "them" have begun to blur slowly but surely into an "us." And now, watch is just two of them, from either party.

It's often Adaine and Oisin on first watch anyway, as a show of good faith. The dragonborn had been tripping over himself to make up for things the moment they had revived him almost a year ago, and though trust was slow to rebuild, the chemistry had never really been faked.

It's proved by how they had been sitting under a bubble of magical air to keep them dry, Adaine flipping through her crystal while Oisin worked on a new gun holster for Riz at her side, in easy companionable silence. It's a random update email from Aguefort that causes Adaine to make a noise of - even she's unsure what. Acknowledgement? Disappointment?

Oisin nuzzles his snout against her hair with a curious noise; she turns to show him her crystal screen. "Prom's next week," she announces. "We're not going to make it back in time." She lets out a chuckle, letting her head drop to his shoulder. "It's funny. I've only been to prom once and it was to stop a dragon from taking over the world. I didn't even think about dancing or wearing a nice dress or whatever."

The next thing Adaine knew, Oisin was dispelling magic on her air bubble, tugging her to her feet and a wide toothy grin, his tail swishing excitedly as he invites her to dance. "You're ridiculous!" She laughs, but there's nothing but fondness in her voice.

"Wait, hold on, let's do this properly." One hand on his chest - his t-shirt with the cut off sleeves a far cry from a prom tuxedo but his scales were warm to the touch and his heartbeat thrums under her hand. Beneath her palm, Adaine casts Prestidigitation, allowing a boutonniere to bloom, pinned to his shirt. A matching corsage of brilliantly yellow carnations and gentle baby's breath comes alive on her wrist in a flash of blue sparks. A perfect pair, as they were always meant to be.

"There," the oracle grins, pleased with herself even as her hair begins to mat against her face. "Now it's prom night. Dance with me?"

@trustbutvcriify / heathers: the musical