#which is funny because now i can't go to any places with Loud Sounds and Lights. turns out they activate migraines. this is new!

[sylvies-kablooie]

out of curiosity whats your favorite fob album/ song and if you cant pick feel free to give like a top 3/5 not necessarily in order bc if someone asks me to rank their albums ill die trying to compare folie and stardust anyways lol long way to say tell me about fob songs/ albyms you like

amazing ask! this is what i look forward to in life. i will go by album because songs are too hard

folie was there for me in the formative years so it will always be my special number 1 due to that fact AND that there are genuinely no skips (unless you're a little too sad for what a catch donnie, which is entirely understandable)

i was going to put save rock and roll as my number 2 album but i think it will actually be placed at number 3 because i treat that album like fine china. i listened to it SO much when i was 13 that now i only break it out for special occasions as to not ruin its power.

so then i'd say stardust for number 2 because it's newer and i have lots of time to cherish it!

for 4 it's gotta be tttyg... sorry... someone said they don't associate with that album anymore but unfortunately it's perfect in almost every single way (i don't keep up with their fan base enough to verify if the statement that they don't associate with it anymore is actually TRUE, so if someone knows feel free to share)

and 5? ab/ap... i got into them during that era and that is when i saw them live. i wish i could tell you more about how that concert went to, but it was 8 years ago and the memories are a little foggy. i remember losing my mind when they busted out the piano for sr&r though. it was emo in that building. i should see if i have any old concert videos saved somewhere!

this was fun! thanks for the ask <3

[controlmyfeet]

i still feel everything when you are near - matty healy

matty healy x ex!reader

angst

warnings: exes, alcohol consumption, insecurities, jealousy (kinda?), pining, kissing, crying (lmk if there’s more i need to add!)

a/n: not sure about this. i think the last time i tried to write fanfiction i was 13, so feedback is appreciated but pls be nice lol. also, english is not my first language!

3570 words

it still hurts. 

i didn't think it would hurt as much after 6 months, but seeing him in the flesh makes me realize it does. i thought i was already used to it, thought i was actually doing a good job moving on, if we ignore my slump in the first 3 weeks after the breakup, where i would just leave the house for work and groceries (that i would overbuy because i forgot i'd just cook for myself), i think i was doing pretty okay.

i should've guessed he would be in the city. he can't stay in one place for too long; if he has a few days free in between shows, he's going to look for a studio to work in. usually in london, los angeles, or here. most of the time, he ends up here.

but i never know where he is anymore.

i deleted twitter from my phone after 2 months. maybe because of the questions, perhaps because i didn't care, or maybe i was tired of reading all the tabloids and fearing they were true. maybe i care too much. whatever, right? it just means i haven't seen him in a while, even in pictures.

i'm sitting by the dark wooden bar counter when i first spot him. he's standing with charli and george in the vip section near the dj booth, surrounded by people as always. my friends noticed that he's here too, but they haven't said anything, which i'm grateful for. i'd rather pretend it doesn't affect me.

he looks different, though. his arms are bigger, and his hair is longer; soft curls fall over big brown eyes that crinkle whenever george says something funny. he still has that boyish smile.

lulu and bea went dancing and i said i'd join them in a minute. we go to this club every time we're in the city, but tonight it is more crowded than usual. my secluded spot at the bar being the only place i won't be pushed around. still, i feel bad. it's my best friend's birthday, and we came to new york together to celebrate, but instead, i'm drowning my sorrows with cosmos. 

"you won't even say hi now?" i hear matty's voice from behind me and turn around, startled. he stands tall and confident as always, but his eyes no longer hold the same energy. here, up close, i can see that his eyebags look more prominent, and his stubble has grown slightly. he looks tired. i don't think i look any better.

"hi," i say, looking into his brown orbs, phlegmatic, as if the butterflies in my stomach aren't going batshit crazy right now "i didn't see you, sorry."

he grins cheekily, "it's alright, darling."

i don't really know what to say. he should hate me, honestly. it wouldn't be surprising considering how we left things, with all the yelling, name calling. with all the broken picture frames. it started with another rumor while he was on tour, another leaked picture. he was so dismissive and vague about it that i just couldn't find it in myself to trust him, and he could only complain about how childish all of it was.

i guess he doesn't, though. they have free drinks inside the vip section. i remember it from when we came here together. he doesn't need to come all the way to the bar for a drink.

"it-it's good to see you," i stutter, apprehensive now. fearing that maybe he really does hate me, and just walked over to tell me how much so. i mean, i would hate him, too, if i could. but no matter how hard i try, i can't. and believe me, i've tried.

matty is standing so close that the loud music sounds muffled now, and the warm, dim light of the bar reflecting on his silky skin makes me want to melt into his arms. so i try to keep my eyes focused on my feet.

he seems to notice that i'm struggling as i fidget with my empty glass.

"can i get you another one?" he asks amicably. my eyes shift from my feet to the glass in my hands and back to his eyes.

"sure," i reply shyly.

he asks a bartender polishing wine glasses next to us for another cosmopolitan. behind the man, shelves from the same material as the counter hold a collection of glass bottles of different colors with labels sporting french and italian names. matty sits on the barstool beside mine. "so…what are you doing here in new york? i thought you hated the city this time of the year." 

and it's true, i hate new york during the summer. the concrete buildings seem to make the temperature much higher, and tourists crowd every corner. it feels claustrophobic. the subway also smells extra bad during these months. but i loved being here with him, no matter the season. i loved being anywhere with him.

"well, yeah. but it's lulu's birthday, and she wanted to celebrate it here, so here we are. the three of us." 

"bea is here too?"

"she is, yeah."

him talking about my friends is familiar. many sunday evenings were spent on his couch sharing a bottle of red with my newest candle burning on the side. at the same time, i'd tell him about the most recent gossip in my friend group, and he would listen.

the barman places the new drink before me and takes the empty glass. i thank him and take a sip of the pink liquid. it's sweet and sour, and the vodka calms my nerves a little bit. he's staring at my lips. so i lick them clean.

he shifts, and suddenly, i feel his calloused fingertips brush against my elbow resting comfortably over the counter. much more tender than last time; my skin burns where he touches it.

"how's your writing going?" he asks, looking into my eyes now.

i tell him i'm still at the magazine, it's going alright. not a lot has changed since we broke up. but it's less exciting, more monotonous. i leave that part out. and he asks me about my own stuff, poems and essays hidden in my drafts.

it's just awkward small talk. so awkward. like we're just acquaintances. friends of friends being left alone, being civil to each other.

it's also a conversation we've had before. documents on my computer that weren't fitting enough for the editors or that i just wrote on a whim. he used to tell me to publish them either way, to leave the magazine and find people who actually appreciate my work, or to start my own thing. but it would be useless; they're not good enough.

"well, i don't know, it's been a while since i've written anything out of work." i take another sip, just to calm down a little. "haven't felt very inspired lately." 

oh my god, shut up– i can't say this to my ex. it's embarrassing, pitiful.

"it happens." he takes my hand and brushes his thumb over my knuckles. i still shiver "you're really talented, love. you should be proud of yourself. i am."

even his praise hurts now; i miss hearing it daily. it's a stab in my chest, salt on the wound. so i just bite my lip and nod. afraid that if i say something, a choked sob will come out. 

there's longing in his eyes, and he gets a look like he wants to say more. but his gaze flickers behind me for a moment, and he drops my hand and gives my left shoulder a squeeze, showing me a soft smile. 

"i'll leave you be, then. it was nice seeing you, love."

there's a voice in the back of my head begging me to make him stay, but i know i can't do that, not when i recall why it ended the way it did. still, i want to reach for his hand and pull him back to me, just for a few minutes at least. but someone grips my shoulders.

"there you are!" lulu says excitedly, already a few drinks ahead of me. her dark blonde hair messy and her skin glimmering with sweat from all the dancing. bea follows right behind her. "c'mon, let's do some shots, you need to power up for all the dancing you owe me."

"alright." i force a giggle and down my drink as bea asks the bartender for three tequila shots.

a few minutes and many shots later, the three of us are on the dance floor, swaying wildly to the loud, thumping bass of whatever music the dj's playing. just being around my girls makes me feel less anxious, and the flashing lights, plus all the alcohol already flowing through my body are making my mind a bit hazy, which helps me let loose a little. 

as i move, i can feel the beat of the music inside my chest, sweaty bodies pushing against me without a care. i even forget about matty for a minute. i don't think about how his hands used to feel on me when we danced together, not at all.

we dance for maybe 30 minutes. until lulu finds one of her many ex-flings, and, as they catch up, bea asks me to go to the bathroom with her. taking my hand, she leads me out of the crowded area and towards the door labeled "ladies' room". 

the contrast from the mostly dark club to the bathroom's white walls makes my eyes squint. it's colder in here, quieter. i can hear the stifled bass from the music and high heels clicking against the floor tiles.

as i wait for bea, i brace myself on the sink in front of me and look into the mirror. everything is happening too fast. talking to matty, downing shots, and being dragged to the dance floor immediately. my head is pounding. i didn't have the time to process what is going on tonight. 

my ears are ringing, and it feels like all the alcohol has suddenly lost all its effect. instantly sobering up, i grab a paper towel and dab it on my arms and face to try to get rid of the sweat. turning on the sink, i wet my hands and place them on the back of my neck to cool down and try to help with the dizziness. i hear the toilet flush, and bea comes out of the cubicle, running her hands through her wavy black hair. i reach into my purse and pull out my lipgloss, coating my lips evenly while looking at myself in the mirror.

"i'm going to the back for a bit," i tell bea as she approaches the sink next to me.

"you okay? do you need water?" she asks, concerned

"yea- yes, i just need to breathe a little."

"okay, text me if you need anything." i just nod and leave the bathroom. she knows me, knows i need to be alone.

pushing through crowded bodies, i head to the club's back door, leading to a narrow alleyway where the employees usually store extra liquor bottles. it also doubles as a smoking area, so i shouldn't be surprised when i see him as soon as i open the door. tattooed arms flexing as he lights a cigarette, probably not his first one of the night, and i turn back to try to leave before he sees me.

"leaving so soon?" i turn around again and already feel my cheeks heating up. embarrassed, like a kid caught eating dessert before dinner. "you can stay."

"it's okay, i'll go somewhere else," i wave him off mindlessly. he came here to enjoy his cig on his own, right? he doesn't need his ex-girlfriend plaguing his chill alone time "i don't want to bother you, i just need some air."

"please stay." it's not the first time he says this, but this time i do. 

with pink-tinged cheeks and heels clicking loudly, i slowly walk down the three small steps in front of the door and move to stand across him with my back resting against the club's brick wall. the warm summer air hits my skin, and i can hear the rustle of the traffic. "you could never bother me." i pretend i didn't hear him.

"i thought you were quitting," i motion to the burning cigarette between his fingers. the moonlight illuminated the alleyway, making the smoke around him look like some kind of silver aura. he smiles at me.

"i'm trying," he says, taking a drag and blowing it out by the side of his mouth, and i laugh.

"it sure looks like it," i reply, still smiling. i'm not as nervous as i expected i would be in this situation; maybe the alcohol hasn't worn off as much as i thought.

he shrugs, running a hand through his hair. "well, you know me".

my eyes follow his every movement, long, calloused fingers holding the rolled paper limply and bringing it up to his red, pouty lips. i start to fidget with the end of my skirt, trying to distract myself by looking at how my fingers twist the fabric. busying myself, so i don't remember how those same lips used to feel against my own or on the curve between my neck and shoulder. 

i look up again when i hear matty step on his cigarette– putting it out– and he starts to walk in my direction. my breath hitches. we are face to face now, noses almost touching. closer than we were at the bar. i can see every freckle on his face when he's this close. i can see the chapped corner of his mouth and the grey that's starting to show up on his now tousled hair.

"why did you leave?" he's straight to the point. his voice comes out low, almost a whisper. at our position, there's no need to be louder than that. there's no hatred in his tone; still, he's not smiling. a flash of hurt appears on his face for a moment. "didn't i make you happy?"

"of course you did, matty." i build the courage to look into his eyes, honey pouring out of them. "we've already talked about this."

he lifts his right hand to rest it on the wall beside my head while letting out a scoff. "but i don't get it," his tone is a little bit louder now. he's not aggressive, but he's not whispering anymore. "what happened?"

"it was for the best." i've stopped whispering too. i place my hands on my forehead. as if to avert the impending headache that will follow this conversation. i don't really know what happened either or when it started happening. i feel sweat droplets running down my hairline, not sure if it's from the summer heat, our closeness, or my disquietude. 

"for the best of who?" he questions, lifting an eyebrow, "i don't feel any better!"

"we were fighting all the time, you know this!" there's a lump in my throat, and i can already feel the pressure between my eyes, working hard so the tears don't fall. i lower my voice again. "it was only a matter of time until one of us left, i just left first."

his gaze softens– probably after seeing my flooding waterline– and it's a while before he talks again, as if he's gathering his thoughts. thinking before he speaks for once, "i could never leave you" it's a low, gravely whisper, and i probably wouldn't have heard it if we weren't this close. "i wish you'd stayed." 

it's a blow to my chest. like a gunshot, blood running down my ribcage. and for a second, i don't think i can breathe.

"i wish you'd done a lot of things, matty." my vision is blurry now, and i feel a single tear roll down my right cheek. i wish he would answer my calls when he stayed late at the studio. i wish he would listen to me when i said i felt neglected. i wish he would give me more security when i felt jealous of the girls partying with him and the boys while i was on the other side of the pond. i wish i stayed. when i can't sleep because i suddenly realize that my bed is too cold, too empty. when i wake up, and there are no kisses on my bare shoulder. when i have to climb over my kitchen counter to reach the can of pasta sauce on the top shelf. when i'm so anxious, and there's no one to hold me… "sometimes i wish i stayed too." 

slowly, his hands cup my jaw. long fingers run lightly across my skin and wipe the lonely tear on my face. the hairs on my neck straighten up, and my heart stirs, beating a little faster. he carefully traces his right thumb over my lower lip, giving me time to reject and push him away. and then, his soft lips lock on mine. no warning. i feel his stubble rub against my chin and let out a sigh. there's a flutter on my lower stomach, burning. i should have pushed him away. instead, my fingers trail up his neck, nails brushing against his skin, and finally into his hair as he coaxes his hot tongue into my mouth. he tastes like cigarettes, of course. i can also taste the rum and lime from the mojito he had earlier. one of his hands travels down and he pulls me by the waist, bodies touching fully now. matty groans into my liquored mouth and i preen; it's good to know i still have that effect on him. that i can still make him let out those pretty sounds with just a kiss. it might be selfish, but we both are. because i bet he's proud too, that every touch of his still sends shivers down my spine. i pull out for air first, lungs already starting to burn. my fingers are still buried in his curls as he rests his forehead on mine, both breathing heavily.

"i need you, love," he whispers against my kiss-swollen lips, voice cracking. there's a smudge of lipgloss on the side of his mouth. it was no use reapplying it.

"matty, i can't," my voice comes out weak, just like how i feel.

"why not? you got somebody?" matty frowns, starting to sound a bit agitated.

i shake my head lightly "i don't."

"what is it?"  

"i already told you" it's my turn to cup his face now, scuff prickling against my palms. "we already had this fight before, you get annoyed because i can't trust you, and i start yelling because you don't take me seriously!"

"of course i take you seriously!" he defends, already becoming increasingly exasperated. i just shake my head; there's no use going through this all over again. it hurt enough the first time. however, i still close my eyes, knowing that if i keep looking at him, the chances of me believing him are higher.

"i'm not built for this, matty," for being away from him, for time zones and phone calls, for pretty girls throwing themselves all over him "i'm not strong enough."

"look at me, baby." his hands moved from my waist up to cup my face again, thumb brushing lightly over my cheekbones. "please," i open my eyes.

"do you love me?" he asks. i realize his eyes are glossed over now "because i love you. so fucking much."

it will be easier if i say no, break his heart all at once. give him a reason to give up. it takes me a while, but i nod.

"yeah?" there's a glimmer of hope on his wet iris.

"i do, but-"

"then we'll figure it out" it's not that simple; just figuring it out is not enough. we hurt each other.

"we'll just end up in the same place, matty," i explain firmly. at this point, tears stream both of our faces. his chest heaves, and i try to contain another sob. he turns his face slightly to press his lips to my palm, just for a second. 

"stay with me, please." our noses touch, and i can no longer distinguish his tears from mine. "i'll do better, i swear."

"it's not going to work."

"just for tonight at least, please," it comes out ragged, and he grazes his lips on mine, leaving a gentle but salty peck. "just for a little bit."

this shouldn't be happening. it's a mess, all of it. no matter how hard or how many times we try, even if we start all over again, we'll just end up in the same place. i know how i am and how he is. our love is tainted, a ticking bomb. so no matter how much i love him, how much i want him, i know we'll just go back to those screaming matches and broken pictures.

but if we keep doing this again and again, maybe then we won't have to say goodbye. at least i won't have to spend an entire lifetime missing him. so maybe just one night won't hurt, right? i've done it a million times. staying for just a little bit won't hurt…i think.

okay, just for a little bit.

[ssentimentals]

like a sunflower {choi hansol}

pairing: hansol x fem!reader

prompt: 'your heart is beating so fast right now' (this work is part of my 1k event, go check out other works of mine here )

warnings: none, this is pure fluff!

hansol doesn't know how to do it. how to just- say it. words are usually so easy for him, they spring themselves into sentences and lyrics so effortlessly, so he doesn't really know why he's having such a hard time here. it's just- how can he say it? how can he tell you that sometimes he feels like he was born for you without making it weird? how he can explain that he thinks a lot about how so many people spend so much time trying to find their place in this world and yet he has no intention searching for it cause his is right next to you? words don't feel quite right whenever he tries to open his mouth and talk about it; words don't do justice to everything what's bubbling and brewing inside his heart, they fall flat when he tries to put it all on the paper. with a frustrated groan, he tears off yet another unfinished love letter, throwing it down.

'you're overthinking it,' joshua admonishes him gently. he's been quietly observing his roommate for the past twenty minutes and starts getting a little anxious at the sight of torn notebook pages at his feet. 'you two are so close, i think she'll understand what you mean even if you won't write an ode to her.'

'i want it to be perfect,' hansol replies, stubbornly tearing up another page. 'she deserves nothing but.'

'don't get so worked up,' joshua pacifies, standing up and coming over to his friend, patting his back comfortingly. 'i don't think she wants perfect, though.'

at this hansol looks up at him, frowning. joshua chuckles, putting his finger right between hansol's eyebrows, making him go a little cross eyed. joshua doesn't know how hansol can be this blind, how he can't see how you two are so close that whoever sees you for the first time always ends up thinking that you're a couple. he's never seen any other two people who care about each other so deeply as you two do, so hansol being nervous before asking you out is laughable. only hansol doesn't find it funny. joshua sighs, patting his roommate's shoulder. 'she doesn't want perfect, she just wants you.'

hansol blinks, mulling over what he heard. it sounds a bit too good to be true, but joshua is not cruel, he'd never joke with him about something so important. before he can properly give this idea a good thought, his phone beeps and from the ringtone alone he knows it's from you. hansol instantly jumps on his bed, ignoring joshua's loud snort at this and unlocks his phone, smiling at the text message from you.

'judging from your smile, i take it she invited you to come over,' joshua speaks, watching with amusement as his friend hastily starts to get dressed. 'what for?'

'i'll help with her halloween prep,' hansol mutters, pulling on his favorite sweater, the one that you gifted him for christmas. he wears it with utmost care, loving the most how you light up at the sight of this sweater on him every single time. 'and she'll help me with my statistics exam.'

'don't forget the umbrella,' joshua's voice reaches him when he's almost out of the door. 'it's gonna rain soon!'

hansol ignores it in favor of rushing to you, zipping up his backpack on the way. the road to your place is his favorite one, he knows every single crook down the alley, every single tree is familiar to him - he spent so many hours memorizing it all, because this road leads him to you and his mind shuffles everything which is even remotely close to you to the folder in his brain called 'important'. he huffs in annoyance when it first rain drops fall on his head and then groans loudly, when two rain drops turn into a full on downpour, making him look around in search of the hideout. without thinking he runs to the nearest shop, announcing his presence with a grunt, blinking up at variety of flowers in front of him in stupor.

'hello, how can i help you?'

he passed this flower shop so many times but never really went it, so young man in dark brown apron,who stares at him too kind eyes, is entirely unfamiliar. hansol clears his throat, helplessly staring back, gesturing towards the exit and mumbling something about the rain.

'oh!' understanding lights up in stranger's eyes and he smiles, nodding. 'seeking shelter from rain? it's fine, you can sit here.'

it's very kind and it makes hansol shuffle from side to side with unease as his eyes take in beauiful array of flowers. there are all kind of them, colors vary from dark to bright ones and sunflowers stick out amongst everything in their yellow-orange glory; hansol takes a step towards them. his eyes gravitated towards them just like they do with you and this thought makes him smile. 'sunflowers are not very popular,' the stranger chimes in, watching hansol with a smile on his face. 'which is a shame, really. they are very beautiful.'

'what do they mean?' hansol asks quietly, not looking away from the flowers. their color is so warm - it reminds him of you. something sparks up at the back of his mind, something that demands his attention as he stares at these flowers.

'hm, adoration in most cases, longevity in others. they are known for being 'happy' flowers, you know? like i'd give them to someone who make me happy, to person who i want to stay in my life for a long, long time.'

hansol blinks and moves on instinct, grabbing bunch of sunflowers due to his inner voice basically screaming at him to do it. 'i'll take those.'

'oh, okay. i can wrap them up in-'

'no-no, i'll take them like that, how much is it?' hansol interrupts, suddenly needing to get out of here and run to you like right now. his heart starts beating faster as ideas form in his head, joshua's voice loud and clear in his head with 'she doesn't want perfect, she just wants you'.

he hastily pays, ignores surprised looks from the guy and runs to you with sunflowers in his hand, getting wet in seconds under the pouring rain. it's cold and his clothes stick to him in the most uncomfortable ways, but his heart is marching so loud in his head, he can't think of anything else but... you. and how you will love these sunflowers. how he's an idiot for trying to capture perfect words in lyrics because perfection in this world exists only in you and nothing else. how he really can shake off any pretense and come to you with an open heart, soaked clothes and unwrapped sunflowers and that you will take him in, because that's what you always did, have done from the start. it's you-you-you and by the time he stands in front of your door, knocking urgently, hansol thinks he might have gone a bit delirious.

'who- oh my god,' you gasp, stopping on tracks at the sight of him. 'hansol, what even-' you blink, gazing in confusion at the flowers in his hand and then back at his wet clothes. there's thousand questions in your head, he can tell, but instead of voicing them out loud, you say: 'get in, god, are you okay?'

is he okay? this questions makes him want to laugh and he barely holds it in. is he okay? he doesn't know but despite the shivers running up and down his body from the cold, he feels like he's on fire. you say something about him being dumb for forgetting umbrella and every second which passes by and he doesn't confess to you feels like a second wasted.

'-you'll catch a cold if you keep on standing in these wet clothes!' you huff, pushing towel in his hands. 'and... um, these flowers..' you trail off, unsure. something ugle tugs in your chest at the thought of these flowers not belonging to you, but you stomp at these feelings. 'do you want me to put them-'

'these are for you,' he rushes out, tripping on his words. 'i mean- obviously. obviously these are for you.' hansol looks down and grimaces: 'i'm soaking your carpet, sorry.' he then quickly looks up, handing you the flowers: 'sorry, here. i hope you like them.'

'sunflowers,' you voice, carefully cradling them in your hands. 'they are beautiful.'

like you is on the tip of his tongue and hansol holds it back but then thinks better of it; why the hell he'd hold back? 'like you,' he says, smiling at surprised look on your face. 'and they make me feel warm just by looking at them and you do, too. i look at you and i- it makes me warm all over.'

you blink at him, not exactly sure what to do with this information. hansol, with this crazy look in his eyes, looks like he's on the brink of fever and you frown, stepping closer to him and feeling up his forehead for any signs of high temperature. 'you're not warm,' you state, buffled.

second passes and hansol huffs in disbelief. he takes your hand in his and moves it towards his chest, knowing very well what you'll find there. just like he predicted, your eyes widen: 'your heart is beating so fast right now.'

'i assume it would, considering how i'm about to confess.'

a stupor and then, cautious and hopeful: 'confess?'

'and ask you out as well,' hansol nods. he's mindful of not pulling you very close, not wanting to get your clothes wet too; but he still tugs at your sleeves so you'd step more in his personal space. this is where he wants you all the time. 'i tore up two notebooks, trying to write you a perfect song, or poem, or love letter. but it's hard cause i can't really find the right words for this feeling, you know? you feel it, don't you know? you know what i'm talking about, right?'

your eyes glow with a keen understanding but you still press on: 'what feeling?'

hansol sighs and when your fingers squeeze at his sweater unconsciously, in tredipation for what's to come, he knows he just needs to be honest: 'like i was made for you. like everything could change, but there's one constant thing in this world and it's us. what you and i have.' he pushes your hand tighter to his chest, searching for your eyes desperately: 'don't you feel it too?'

a fire can break down for all he cares, but he'd never look away from your eyes. you open up to him like a sunflower opens up to the sun, it's a beautiful thing. all you can do is nod, because hansol has always been better with words between you two and because you're afraid your voice might crack in the end from all of the emotions.

'i ran all the way here like a dying man cause one more second without you knowing how i feel just didn't make any sense.'

you shut your eyes, trying not to start crying. hansol, who you always seen as your soulmate, who has always been your side to the point that it's hard to imagine life without him; this hansol is the very same hansol, who tried to write you a perfect song, who ran under the rain here with sunflowers to tell you that he thinks he was made for you. you open your eyes, taking a deep breath. glancing at him and then at the flowers, you smile shakily: 'this is perfect.'

'it is?' he lights up like a little child. 'really?'

'i mean, i never really cared or wanted the perfect, i just wanted you.'

hansol sucks in breath, feeling like he was punched in the gut. god, he really needs to listen to joshua more. he opens his mouth and then tremor wracks his whole body, making him cringe: 'i..really need to change out from these wet clothes.'

sound of your laugh is the music to his ears. he watches the way your head falls back at your laugh and feels love pour out from his pores, unrestricted anymore. he may be shivering of cold now, but just by looking at you he feels warmer. just like a sunflower.

a/n: i think this ended up being way too long and maybe a bit too mushy but!! no blaming me, i had a rough time and i cope by writing something like this. to the anon who requested it - hope you like it! - nini

tagging @prpldahy

[spdrvyn]

I loved your post about Miguel x autistic reader and I really want more pleease

overwhelmingly peaceful

summary: you found your place in spider society, but that didn't take away from the fact that it can get intensely noisy. you don't hesitate to turn to where you know for sure you'll be safe.

tags: fluff. suggestive joke/s. autistic reader. reader is gender neutral. hobie's here too i guess. author doesn't know how to write british slang.

notes: i'm really glad that you guys enjoyed the autistic reader drabbles i posted so i'm more than happy to write this request! projecting even more in this one, thank you for letting me self-indulge <3

The mere existence of The Spider Society was always enough to astound you. You thought that people didn't Miguel enough credit for basically building the place from the ground up, not to mention how many times he's had to travel to different universes to recruit all different kinds of Spider-People.

Of course, you were more than honored to be one of those people. There was a very good chance that you just got lucky to be on his team, Miguel caught you in that one moment where your abilities were at their peak and your light was really shining through. Luck or skill, you didn't care. This was the result of it, you were content with that.

Unfortunately, the society has its downsides. Considering the sheer amount of spiders that pass through, the hustle and bustle is too hard to ignore. You can't exactly carry around headphones every time you're there because where would you leave them just in case you'd be tasked to another mission? So you just tried to avoid the noisiest places, even then, it's hard to get any semblance of quiet.

"Oh my god," you mumbled to yourself, as you silently glared at the cafeteria table next to you. Charisma was just a natural trait to any spider, with that came very boisterous laughter from other people too. Surely, they were nice people, but in front of your salad? Really?

"You good, mate?" Hobie intervened, he leaned his head to the side to get a better look at your face, a small grin came onto his features. "Lads beside you 've always been that noisy. Can get them to shut their traps if you want."

An inaudible sigh left your lips as you shook your head, combing the hair out of your face. You gazed down at your untouched food for a moment, you liked hanging out with Hobie. He understood you and he was funny, but you weren't quite sure if you could handle being in an environment like this right now.

"No, no- it's fine." He raised a brow at your lie. "Okay, it's not. But you don't have to do that for me," you picked up your small take-out box of salad and juice, "The canteen is just too much right now for me, sorry."

Hobie shrugged, picking up a fry and expertly throwing into his mouth. "No problem, always got my drummer to bother. You going to hang with your boyfriend now, eh?" His smile turned more cheeky and you stared at him meanly to take away from the fact that your cheeks warmed at his comment.

You huffed and stomped away, "Oi, you didn't deny that!"

Miguel's office (a.k.a man cave) was dark and decrepit. For some odd reason, also liked a smell of any kind. You designated each area of the headquarters with a scent, but his area lacked any of the sort which you enjoyed. Not to mention, silent.

It wasn't like he really allowed any loud noise anyway, he had a strange list of items that were prohibited from entering his corner. Bells, blenders, on occasion, phones but that was from one time Gwen forgot to shut her alarm off and she got a small lecture on being considerate because the acoustics caused every sound that passed through to reverberate and increase in volume.

That means it would only make sense for Miguel to also hear your footsteps from a mile away, his platform already lowered for you to hop on and he's hunched over his desk. Sparks fly (not just from the sight of him, I swear) from the spot that he worked on and if you're not mistaken, there's a band wrapped around his head which meant he was wearing goggles.

You set your lunch tray down on the one empty spot on his desk before approaching slowly, you bend down to rest your hand on his shoulder and to lean your head against his. "What are you working on now, beautiful?"

Miguel put down the small soldering tool and took off his goggles, putting the freshly made panel closer to his eyes. "People submitted suggestions to make the wrist devices less bulkier," he blindly wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you onto his thigh as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Why are you here?"

"I'm an assassin, I've come to take your life." You spoke lowly, ominously. When Miguel doesn't turn to face you, you pout. "The noise in the cafeteria is overwhelming," you shift and properly situate yourself on his lap.

"I was just about to head out for lunch," Miguel sighed, before placing the panel in a small container.

"So... back to the cafeteria? People are sure to go speechless from catching a look at you," you joke, but there's a somber fry in your voice that he doesn't ignore. His warm breath tickled your neck as he pressed brief pecks down the column of your throat, the low hum he let out vibrating against your skin. "Are you that hungry, hermoso?"

"What I meant was," he paused, brushing more hair out of your face, properly tucking it behind your ear. "I was going to head up to my place for lunch. Where there's no people?"

You breathe a small 'ohhh' and Miguel chuckled, "That checks out, actually." You nodded. "Obviously there's no people, would've been weird to have anyone there two nights ago when we–"

"Okay, that's enough." Miguel cut you off, nearly smiling from ear to ear. "Get your lunch, mi sol."

"My hero."

[julianalvarez9]

i (can't) remember / kepa arrizabalaga

wc: 1560 words

summary: a night out with kepa turns out into a trip back to memory lane and drunken confessions.

author's note: don't quite know if i love or hate it yet 🤔 the only thing i know is that i want more kepa fics and you've gotta start with something, don't you? anyways, hope you like itttt 🤍

"isn't it funny that we never even kissed?".

the ask comes abruptly from your best friend's mouth. it doesn't take you by surprise, as it probably should, due to the slightly intoxicated state in which you are in. it isn't weird due to where you’re currently at, a little london pub, and how many drinks have started to flow since you came in to celebrate chelsea's latest win with kepa and his teammates. the mood is light, and the alcohol accentuates your loud laugh at his question.

"actually, we did. once," you answer truthfully, while taking a gulp from your second beer of the night. kepa's eyes widened suddenly, and his reaction makes you afraid that he had regrets about it. you had never talked about it after it happened, and while it left you feeling a bit deflated due to the sudden feelings that had awakened once your lips met, you quickly let them go when you realized it didn't mean half as much to him. but now, you realize that maybe he didn't even remember it happened, and you don't know what's worse.

he reassures, "no, i would remember it: we didn't," although his tone is rather doubtful now, with his head slightly tilted to the side, and he looks like a confused puppy. it only makes you laugh more, but now it sounds more nervous than before, fearing that he would think of it as you taking advantage of him. "yeah, we did," you confirm, a bit closer to his ear now due to the loud music filling the air, which is interrupting the conversation a bit. "you were drunk as fuck, that's why you probably don't remember".

kepa's gaze remains locked into yours, looking for any sign that would let on a crack into your lie: but it never comes. his eyebrows furrow while questioning your recollection of events. "and you do? that's unfair," he complains, and now it's your turn to widen your eyes. “it's not a big deal, really. nothing more happened,” you gesticulate, hands going everywhere to try and prove your innocence. it gains you a few nasty looks when you almost make a stranger drop his drink, but he doesn’t, and you apologize profusely. “i think you said something in spanish after, but you know i can't understand shit, so i don’t know what it was: i’m sorry, kepa,” you apologize, partly because you feel like you owe it to him, for keeping the information that seems to have short circuited his brain for so long, and partly, because you don’t regret it like he seems to.

but suddenly, something clicks, and kepa remembers.

it was a hot, humid spanish night. the club was filled to the brim, and he was sure that not even one person more would fit into the pub before the walls exploded. the air was thick, filled with smoke from those fog stage machines that he so deeply despised. but kepa couldn't care less about it, or the light effects around, because you were there with him. it had taken a while for you to accept going to his home country in the first place, but he had insisted you for months to join him while visiting his parents, and finally, you had said yes.

you weren’t there for that long, so he knew that he had to use his time wisely. you had met his parents, enjoyed the beach, and now was time for the sweet nightlife that spain has to offer. it was almost 3 a.m now, and after too much to drink, on both ends, you had decided that it was time to go back to where you were staying.

“wait, no!” kepa protested, hand on your waist to try and stabilize himself. you were really trying to not think about it too much, but you couldn't really ignore the sensations a simple touch by your best friend were altering you. “we still have to do one more thing,” he slurred, and you remembered the stupid list he had managed to scribble on his phone’s notes. 

“you need to kiss someone in this club,” kepa recalled, devilish grin painted on his pretty lips. you rolled your eyes, vaguely recalling how you had yelled at him to delete that specific item. seems that he hadn’t heard you.

“well, i’m not doing that,” you crossed your arms over your chest, and expected that, as every time you got mad at him, whether fake or real, he would back off on his challenge. unfortunately, the alcohol was making him immune to your charms, it seemed, because he kept going. “then we won’t leave,” he shrugged, and started to make his way back towards the bar to get another drink -one that he definitely didn’t need right now. you exasperatedly shaked his arm, bringing his wider frame to clash into yours, and through his drunken state he still tried to maintain you both stayed upright. “if i kiss you, can we go?”, you asked while rolling your eyes, but he didn’t see your expression since he was practically leaning his whole body into yours to get to hear what you were saying through the loud music.

you don’t know if it happened fast or slow, with how fucked up your processing of the situation around you is due to the alcohol you consumed, but what you do know is that, suddenly, it's like you’re not in the club anymore. all you can feel is kepa’s hands tightly holding onto your face, like you would slip away from him otherwise, and his fluffy, plump lips, now clashing with yours. you melted into him, like you had dreamed of doing way too many times to consider normal for two best friends. you only separate when the air in your lungs reaches an all-time low, and even then, it's begrudgingly. when you open your eyes back open, you’re afraid of what you can find: you don’t know if this was kepa or the alcohol’s doing, and the fact that you didn’t understand what he had said only made things worse. “quise hacer eso por mucho tiempo” (i wanted to do that for a long time).

“yeah, that sounds like what you said!” you cheer when you recognize vaguely what he had muttered. back then, a wide smile was painted on his lips, but now, the sentence doesn't sound the same, and his gaze looks almost lost in the pub. “what does it mean?” you question, and kepa’s eyes widen when he realizes that he had said it out loud, rather than just keeping the flashback to himself. he’s cornered now, between telling you the truth about what he said and risk losing your friendship, or lying to you and keep the newfound piece of information to himself.

instead of replying, he drags you through the bar, passing through a few of his teammates and explaining shortly that you two were already leaving. you wave goodbye excitedly, though your confused face doesn’t portray the same emotion. a confused tone is laced through your sentence when he finally reaches his destination: outside, at the back of the club. “what are we doing out here?”, you mutter, bringing your arms tightly wrapped around yourself to preserve some of the warmth that the sea of bodies around you provided when you were inside. kepa is quick to embrace your frame with his jacket, and both his smell and body heat warm you from the inside out.

“i wanted to do that for a long time,” he says, finally translating the sentence he had told you that night. but still, with no context, his words don’t make sense. “do what? i’m not following, kepa”.

he huffs in discomfort when he realizes he has to be a lot more explicit for you to understand what he meant.

“that night, when we kissed,” he starts, and his whole face turns into a reddish color. “i said that i had wanted to do that for a long time”. you squint your eyes, trying to watch closely for the classic lip twitch he had when he lied to you about something, but it never comes. instead, a warm smile forms on his lips, and you’re tempted to mimic it. “if you remembered, why didn’t you say something before?” you ask, scrunching your nose as well as your eyebrows. his head tilts back, and he’s laughing before dropping an impromptu kiss on your nose. “wish i remembered before, but i didn’t. until you said it back there”. you’re now hugging him tight, half expecting him to leave after what feels like the ending of your friendship due to the heartfelt love confessions. but instead, he returns the embrace just as tightly, and even if you had been in this situation many times before, now it’s more special.

although his confession sobered you in an instant, you’re afraid that -like it happened to him before, when the morning comes, you won’t remember it either. “what if i can’t remember this?” you question a few minutes after he muttered the last sentence interchanged between you two, arms still tightly wrapped against his middle while he places his big hands on your shoulders. “i’ll make sure you do,” he smiles through his words, while planting a sweet kiss on the top of your head.

[applecrumbledore]

Happy WW! Question for this lovely Americana week: If you HAD to take the boys outside of America either on a quick job or to live for awhile, where would you make them go and why? I hate that we had that quick phone call with Bobby where Sam and Dean went abroad (Scotland, I think?) and we saw NONE of it! As much as I love my red-blooded American boys, I think we've been deprived of a great plot point!

hello!! what a great question thank you!!

the short answer: I'm Canadian and would love to see some Canada action, but the only canada-related plots in TV are hamfisted and cringe, so I can't imagine what spn would actually do with that that would be good

the long answer is a snippet from a fic I'll never publish that I KNOW I've posted on tumblr before but I can't figure out where, so I'm posting it again:

"You hung over?" Dean asked. Sam shrugged.

"Nah. Took some Advil."

"Good, good." Dean let a smile spread slowly over his face. "You, uh, really had a few."

"No more than you."

"You went on your little rant again."

Sam went still and looked over. Dean's smile was cranked up to a thousand watts.

"Which rant?" Sam asked carefully.

“You know which rant. Every time I get more than four drinks in you, you find a way to bring up moving to another country and telling people that we have the same last name because we’re married.”

Sam rolled his eyes, but Dean saw his back get tight. He was embarrassed.

“Excuse me for finding creative solutions to the ongoing problem of dating my brother.”

"Have you considered not dating your brother?"

"Shut up, Dean."

Dean put his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands and made faces at him.

"This time it was Portugal. You said we could live in a seaside shack in Portugal. You were worried they weren't progressive enough, though. Then I said, if we want progressive, we're stuck with either California or Canada or maybe Oregon on a good day, and you said that wasn't far enough away, except maybe Canada."

"Would you please—"

"You know a surprising amount of Canadian lore, turns out. Have you been doing research? House hunting? I'm not moving to Canada, we'd never get guns again."

"Canada's too close," Sam grumbled. "Go away."

"Canada's big. And rural. Bet we can find a place backwards enough for our, uh, alternative lifestyle. But—"

"Alright, that's—"

"—I'd be willing to bet that any fucked-up commune that's down with the incest part would be extremely not down with the gay part—"

"Dean."

"—So maybe we'd just better keep being weird, violent hermits in Kansas for now."

"Are you done?" Sam asked, sounding physically pained. 

"Are those pancakes done?"

"If it'll shut you up, they are."

"Deal."

Sam took the plate of warmed pancakes out of the oven and all but threw it down in front of Dean, leaving him to get his own utensils and syrup.

Sam had been very excited about Portugal. Dean thought it was grossly sweet, but he wasn't about to miss an opportunity to rib Sam by doing something as stupid as agreeing with him out loud. He knew it would never happen, but thinking about it made his heart turn over; two matching silver rings tapping on the railing of a balcony, sun-bleached stucco and curtains fluttering in the hot wind. Drinking vinegary pilsners and driving along a winding coastline, two old American guys with omnipresent sunburns and no past. Sam with his hair in a ponytail, reading a book under a beach umbrella.

Dean blinked and shook his head as if clearing sun spots from his vision. Maybe Sam thought about that life while he was drunk, but Dean thought about it sober. He really, really tried not to dwell on that delta. It made everything less funny.

[pain-is-too-tired]

Am I the only one who's kinda getting bored of the "haha Percy is blonde like Will, the you're not my type scene is gonna be so funny" or whatever?

Specifically because Walker looks nothing like how I imagine Will?

Like yeah, he's blonde. But not the blonde I see for Will? It's a darker tone. Plus He does not have lanky cat stretched out in sun vibes sorry y'all

That, and Nico never specified he meant looks when he said Percy wasn't his type.

Cause if we compare Will and Percy they're different in a lot of ways.

Will's a healer, Percy's a fighter.

Will is described as laid back and appearing a lot more harmless then he really is. Why Percy is constantly being described as frightening and even godlike. He's a whole storm why Will's a cat stretched out in the sun.

Both are stubborn,but Will is a lot better holding in his more extreme emotions. It takes a lot more for him to be loud when going back and forth with someone. He can sound annoyed but he hardly ever sounds angry.

That and Will can calm down others like Clarisse, why Percy ends up matching them in attitude at some point.

Like I said, Percy's a fighter which often leads to impatience as usually in a fight its so quickly placed. You have to strike first before your enemy gets you. His adhd is a lot more hyperactive.

Will on the other hand has to balance patience and speed. Rushing can be dangerous, but you also can't be too slow or else chances of your patient dieing grows. It applies to how he interacts with others too.

And I honestly think that might be why Nico clicked more to Will. Will just has more patience to get through to him. He gets upset but he keeps his cool. Literally,iirc, they were in LITERAL HELL before they had their first true out right fight.

Idk why it urks me so much now. It was funny at first but it feels it's been beaten to the ground.

I think a lot it is also I feel Will is way too often chopped down to Nico's "hot therapist boyfriend". That y'all literally think of Percy was blonde that's all was needed to be Nico's type again. Like that's all that makes Will his type.

Heck, think about the fact Percy hardly ever defenseless. If he doesn't have his sword he has his powers.

Nico's thoughts on Will why he was literally going on about him in boo is that despite his harmless figure. Despite being a healer and not a fighter. Will rushes in to battle, even volunteering to scout on a enemy right after DELEVERING A BABY AT 14.

I think Nico found Will a lot more welcoming because Percy is just too much like him in some ways.

Sure, they can outsmart opponents, they're not dumb or completely dependent on their weapons and abilities. But without them they're a bit more unsure of their next moves. We see that Nico,despite being on the verge of dieing, still instinctively relies on his abilities. Though we don't see a similar case with Percy, his abilities is what makes him great enough to go toe to toe with literally gods. Nico's connect to death related abilities radiating from him was enough to scare back monsters.

Both need someone who isn't as use to being able to depend on weapons or godly powers strong enough to topple armies. They need someone to keep them grounded.

It's why Will and Annabeth click so well with their respective boyfriends. Annabeth constantly coming up with plans, she has only really her wits and a small blade to get her the upper hand. AND SHE DOES SO. I'm sure if Percy was in a situation where he couldn't use any of his abilities and either without his sword or couldn't depend on it as well, she would easily think of a plan and keep him from over doing it.

Will,like Annabeth, doesn't have the same powerful aura that his boyfriend does that keeps others literally backing away.

But he still managed to walk past Gemini without being stopped. I refuse to believe that he can't handle himself in battle like TSATS tried to say.

Anyway, really excited to see baby Will in the show in a few years fhdh

[chiffiorra]

Kinktober Day #10

Name: Breeding

Character: Keigo "Hawks" Takami

WC: 732

Synopsis: Going through a rut is always difficult to handle, but that's why you're here to help your friend.

This fic contains: AFAB!reader, unprotected sex, possible heat/rut inaccuracy, breeding, pregnancy and future kids briefly mentioned, friends to lovers (?), MDNI

Note: surprise! rare occasion i can upload a little early due to a day off (though i was still a little busy)! ngl, i'm personally not into hawks but i couldn't say no to a request like this huehue. it's funny that birds technically don't have heats but yet here we are lol

This was something that you should've seen coming a long time ago.

It made sense due to his quirk, and it wasn't uncommon for someone with a mutant quirk to act like the animal they were based off of. Your friend Keigo was no exception to this, acting like a bird sometimes thanks to his quirk.

What you didn't know was that some people, if not everyone with a mutant quirk can experience heats or ruts as well.

And unfortunately Keigo was one of them.

You thought back to how you two got into the situation you were in now… it started back at around noon when you invited your feathered friend to come over to your apartment as it was a rare occasion where he had a day off and decided it would be fun to spend some time with him.

Something seemed off about him immediately when he stepped foot into your place, his aura seemed off from the start; like he was nervous about something. He also seemed a little agitated and even backed away a bit when you tried greeting him with a hug as you always did.

As for his face, he seemed a little flushed. You asked him if he was sick and offered to cut your hang out short so he could rest up. But yet he refused for some reason, "Nah, it's all good. I'll be okay." He reassured.

He was definitely not okay to say the least, and this made you start prying him for an honest answer before he finally told you: he was going through heat and seemed embarrassed to tell you. Definitely the last thing you expected when he told you what the problem was.

When you said that you would help him out, you mainly meant it as a joke but that sure didn't stop him from jumping on you, and you sure didn't stop him at all.

Now you lay on your bed naked while he thrusted slowly between your folds, up to your aching clit. He already made you cum this way once and you were starting to get desperate for him to fill you.

"So good for me… gonna let me breed you, huh?" He whispered. "Fill you up?"

"Yes," you could only mutter back, too engrossed by the sight of his length. In no time at all, he began filling you up; making you gasp as it was all so sudden. His heat must be controlling him at this rate as he was raring to go.

"Thank you, thank you for helping me through this," it almost sounded like he was ready to sob. You began to wonder just how long he was suffering from this before you agreed to help him (albeit as a joke).

You couldn't even utter a "you're welcome" before he immediately began pistoning into your cunt, not even giving you a chance to adjust to the stretch. Everything was too much already, but how could you stop him?

"Slow down!" You cried out, but it was in vain as it seemed that he was already too far gone from his heat, all knew was one word: breed.

Nevertheless, despite being too much at first, it was soon replaced with pleasure and you couldn't help but bring his face closer to yours so you could kiss him deeply. He reciprocated as he continued fucking you deeper, until you could feel his tip kiss your cervix. His fingers reached to play with your clit, which made you let out a loud moan and you continued to do so. If any neighbors decided to complain, you couldn't care less right now.

"Can't wait to- fuck cum in you- watch you swell with our baby-" he began babbling nonsense.

It was a good thing you were on the pill; whether he was serious or not, it didn't matter because he was going through his heat and wasn't serious with what he was saying. But a life with him and mini-Hawks running around wouldn't be so bad, right? You certainly wouldn't mind that type of life.

Yes, that would be okay.

And as you both release with him filling up your womb, you heave a sigh of relief and feel him lay on top of you. But then you feel him slowly thrust into you again, much to your surprise.

"I'm not done yet, babe."

[tobiasdrake]

Here we go with Bamboo Creek.

Literally the only thing Luana knew about this place is that it had a weird statue and a Rainbow Conch. She wrote about her disappointment in never getting to do anything with the statue.

Perhaps this will be a mystery for me to solve!

Sure is pretty, though. If you ignore the turtle demons who want to chew my butt off, but I think we can all take that as a given.

I WILL.

...

Wait, hold on, what did you say? This place is... a... VA-CA-TION!?!? FUCK YES, I'm gonna go spend it with my best pal!

QUARBLE! Look at all this lush greenery! Isn't this place magical?

Man, so much has happened since last I saw you. I successfully completed my voluntary side quest and met a necromancer! Not the necromancer I thought I was meeting but a necromancer all the same. I think we're besties now. Just like Luana and Roro. I dunno, we haven't made plans to hang out but I'm sure he won't mind if I drop in sometime.

Hehe. Drop in. Oh, I am not going to explain to you why that's funny. That is a secret that I take with my to my grave.

...hehe. To my grave. Oh, bestie, we make our own fun!

"I have many regrets about not letting you die."

Ambiguous shopkeeper who I might be legally prohibited from liking, I wanted you to meet my best friend! He's coming with me on my vacation. It's great-- Oh, he left. Probably to go get drinks. ^_^

Anyways, I, uh... I had questions about the Time Shards.

Absolutely. 100%. Was that not clear with the Power Seal fiasco? I broke another one of those, by the way.

Did you create them? Because Luana said Resh'an made them but she was kind of busy bending time and space by sheer power of her own awesomeness so she could rescue the legendary Warrior Cook. At least, that's how she described it. So she didn't get to overhear much.

But if you created the Time Shards then that would confirm whether or not I'm obligated to call you an 'assclown'.

*whine* But I need to know if I'm allowed to peruse your wa~ares!

*sigh*

why are you being difficult about this ._.

...

Anyways, I'll take another upgrade, thanks. These are super helpful.

He's across the pit. Ugh, that is fiendish. I can't hit him from over here, but if I try and make the jump and I fail....

Nah, fuck it. I'm a Lunar Ninja. I'm a bad enough dude to--

Why. Why is my recklessness always punished T-T

Hi, Quarble. Nice to see you again. Did you bring the drin-- You have no drinks in hand. Okay. That's disappointing.

Well, I enjoy your company nonetheless.

Maybe you can help me brainstorm this. He's across. The pit. If I fall in the pit, that's a one-way ticket to hanging out with you. Which is fine, I love hanging out with you, but it doesn't get me any deeper into Bamboo Creek.

So if I can't time this jump precisely, then I'm screwed. This is tactically brilliant. There's just... No options for me to--

...

We never speak of this again. This will be our secret. Forever.

Aha! A true warrior for me to test my steel against. I should warn you; My speed and skill is highly reputed among the, uh, turtles. The turtles are very impressed by how fast I am.

...please ignore how lame that sounds when I say it out loud.

ANYWAYS

A duel! Two rival masters squaring off to--

OW! YOU COCK! A lucky shot, but I will--

BALLS!

PROTRUDING MAN PARTS!

BUT WHY THO. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING? WHO EVEN ARE YOU!?

...okay, bye. ._. Thank you for the brand new flesh wounds. I will treasure them dearly.

I just want it on record that he quit, which means I win by default.

Just another proud W to add to my ever-growing roster of glorious triumphs.

[foxymoxynoona]

any shenanigans any of your babies got into lately?

Hehe constantlyyyy.

Friday night, my mom babysat my kids for the first time and watched a movie with them. It was about a search and rescue dog and whe nI came to get them, it was just getting to a scary part where a kid got lost hiking and had a bloody face and twisted ankle and both kids came running to saying they didn't like this movie anymore. My oldest son repeats things VERBATIM, and announced "This is too scary, it's night and the boy got lost hiking in dangerous terrain!" which sounds funny from a 7yearold. I told them when the scary part was over. But that night whe nI was putting them to bed my oldest say, "Ruby (the dog)'s first case was a murder case." I was like no way, this was a g-rated movie. And he goes "They found a body in a house." I asked if he was sure. He told me very seriously, "They found a body under 3" of concrete." WELP that's specific and clearly true. So movie night with grandma was clearly a success 😂

We can't watch Disney movies. Both my boys are really tender-hearted. My oldest once sobbed and made us turn off a movie (I think he was 3) because the character was "eating too much ice cream and going to get a tummy ache." Recently we tried to watch Mulan and I gritted my teeth through (corrected) Shan Yu shooting the arrow to kill one of the messengers in the beginning but they didn't see mto understand what was happening so it was fine. BUT THEN Mulan decides to run away at night and they started sobbing and when she cut her hair they SCREAMED at me to turn the movie off. I was like she's just cutting her hair?? But nope. Too much for their little hearts, they were upset she was going in place of her dad and running away and cutting her hair.

My youngest (who turns 5 this week 😭😭) told me Friday after school that he was cold. I asked if he needed a warmer coat and he said "I need fur or feathers." I asked if he wanted a pretend fur coat instead and he said , "Hm yes. I need a musk ox fur coat so I can be warm as a dry fish biscuit." My best guess is he's mergine Octonauts and Kratt Brothers here but who knows??

They were playing together and my younger repeated himself trying to get my older one's attention he he goes: Older One: you already said that! Me: sometimes when people repeat themselves it's because they didn't feel like they were heard. Have you ever felt that way? Older One: No. I mean... yes. Me: (feeling like a wise, wonderful parent) I think everyone feels that way sometimes. Older One: Not sperm whales.

Apparently he means because they are so loud 😂 but now we say "but not sperm whales" about things constantly. So much for my wise parenting moment haha.

Sunday we spent the day outside and did a bonfire and make s'mores and hot dogs. My kids are at the age where they requested rakes so they could make a big leaf pile but then bickered about when the right time to jump into it was. Konked each other and me on the head multiple times with the rakes. Scared of the cicada husk on the picnic table but eager to throw everything within reach into the fire. All the joys of autumn 😂

I can tell stories about them all day, they really are such funny kids 🥰🥰

[lyon-amore]

      She was never going to be a great singer, in fact singing was not her thing. But that day, she felt the need to do it.      She took the cat in her arms and began to sing and dance around the room, while the little feline looked at his “mom” without understanding what was happening, his yellow eyes looked at her as if he were surprised.      Of course, she noticed and that made her laugh out loud.     “You have a funny face!” She exclaimed, touching him on the nose. 

     Jake heard everything from the room where he worked, which made him smile.      He got up from the chair taking a short break and headed to the living room.      He leaned against the wall, watching the scene. She had one hand on the cat's paw, while he was still in her arms watching her. The cat really loved her more than him.      The black-haired man laughed, watching how she moved gracefully around the room. The young woman was wearing his t-shirt, which made it look like she was wearing a long nightgown, along with those pajama pants that she liked because they had little birds bumping into each other. And even with her hair messy, she would still be the most beautiful woman of all. 

     Turning in one step, she saw that Jake was standing there. Her cheeks turned red when she saw him there.     “Sorry, have I distracted you?” asked the young woman, now stroking the cat.      Jake lifted his chin, hiding his smile. He approached her as he made throaty sounds, as if he were thinking.     "Let me say a little." he answered seriously. Obviously pretending, because as soon as he was close to her, he placed her hand on her waist, pulling her towards him.     "You're a terrible liar" she replied ", I just have to look into your eyes to know that you're not telling me the truth, Jake."     “I really cannot hide anything from you.”     “Not to me, at least.”      He giggled, placing a small kiss on his girlfriend’s lips.      Their hearts beat fast. Any small romantic gesture was more than enough to make all their happiness complete.     "I like it when you sing" He ran his hand through the girl's hair, moving it away from her face, to better see her warm eyes “, because I know that means you are okay and that calms me down.”     “Even if I’m not a “Mariah Carey”? A “Madonna”?”     “They do not reach your talent.”     "You lie again" she bit her lip, hiding her amused smile ", but I forgive you."      This time the kiss was slower and longer. She felt like she was on a cloud for every kiss Jake gave her. 

     The little feline complained, which made them stop kissing. The young woman left the animal on the ground, and this time Jake looked at her curiously.     “And why is this morning so happy?” he asked her, taking her hands and caressing them slowly “Normally on Saturdays you get up later because you can rest all day.”     "I can't tell you" she intertwined their fingers, swinging their arms slowly ", you're going to have to wait a little."     “Why? Have you bought me a gift?” He asked, much more curious than before.     "I'm not going to tell you" With each word, she moved her fingers up his chest, as if they were walking “. Like I said, you'll have to wait.”     “How long?” he closed his eyes as she nudged his nose, enjoying her playful side “. I can be patient, but with you, you always leave me wanting to know more.”     "Much better then." She gave him another kiss and wrapped her arms around him, beginning to sway to the rhythm of the music.      Jake placed both hands on her hips, also moving with the music.      It was a moment that neither wanted to break. 

     The young woman began to hum the song, while Jake rested his head on hers, enjoying her voice.     "Hey Jake..." she whispered and a tone of happiness was evident in his voice.     “Yes?”     “If you had to choose a favorite name, what would it be?” 

[aziraphales-library]

Hello! I really appreciate your work here and the fandom is definitely a better place because you guys are in it!

I wanted to ask if any of you have recs of funny fics! Whatever rating, plot or number of words, I just want a fic where you had to stop reading to laugh out loud, or something like that :-)

Sorry if it's difficult, but thank you for your attention anyway!

Hello and thank you for your lovely words! You can find funny fics on our #humour, #humor, and #crack tags. Here are some more now for you...

Laughing Demon by Dashicra1 (G)

After the failed Apocalypse, Aziraphale notices that Crowley has begun to laugh much more often than before. Aziraphale then decides to test this new phenomenon himself, and it all goes very well indeed.

The Importance of Being Earnest by mozbee (G)

“H’lo,” slurs a deep voice. Aziraphale turns to the man leaning heavily on the bar next to him.

“Hello—” Aziraphale pauses, lips twitching. “Oh my, the face paint is a nice touch.”

The man brightens and beams at him, rubbing a long finger across the green stripes on his cheeks. “Think so? S’new.” He leans in, nearly smacking his forehead against Aziraphale’s cheek. “It tastes awful.” - - - That idea where Crowley gets drunk and hits on Aziraphale forgetting they're married--that's what inspired this.

Till death do us part (or not) by fractalgeometry (G)

Possible other titles for this fic, since they summarize it better than I ever could:

Assumed mortality, and other reasons to dump people

In my defense the odds of both of us being immortal is extremely slim

Awkward Tesco reunions: the real curse of immortality

that awkward moment when your ex from 300 years ago turns out to also be immortal

You always meet twice (and sometimes the second time is after 300 years in a fucking tesco and you embarass yourself in front of the cashier)

(Aka the fic in which they are both immortal, they do not realize this, and they break up and think the other is dead for several centuries before it turns out that wait, they're both very much alive after all and also, possibly, walnuts.)

It Didn't Just Get Up and Walk Away! by Quefish (M)

Aziraphale wakes up the morning after hooking up with a man met via dating app. Everything seems alright, until he realises that there is something missing ...

A Demon's Guide to Love and Curses by cyankelpie (G)

(Crowley has been cursed by a witch, cut off from his powers, and trapped in serpent form. Only a True Love’s Kiss can restore him to his former self. There’s just one problem: demons can’t fall in love.)

“So what’s your plan?” Crowley said at last, sounding resigned. “You want me to ssslither into town, find some random human, and see if I can fall in love with them? And get them to fall for me?”

“Goodness, no. That would never work.” Aziraphale crossed the floor and pulled his cloak off the coat stand. “My plan is to take you into town, and then, together, we’ll find someone for you to court.”

Wrong Turn by anticyclone (T)

Lots and lots of somethings are wrong. First, Crowley's nearly hit by a car. Then he almost brains himself tripping over new and excessive piles of books at the bookshop. To add insult to near-injury, Aziraphale starts throwing knives at him. Safe to say his day could be going better.

The thing that's the most wrong of all is the universe, of course. In this one there was never an Arrangement. Aziraphale and Anthony (they can't both be 'Crowley') aren't friends and they certainly never agreed to prep for Armageddon. Unfortunately, the end of the world is two days away.

So that's something Crowley really has to fix before they can figure out how to get him home.

- Mod D

[nobully]

STUMBLE

the  intimacy  of  hands. | [ stumble ]  –  for the sender’s muse to catch and help the receiver’s muse keep balance.

The problem with fairy tales, Wang Yi decides, is that too many of them focus on love. Princesses get married, kingdoms are united, curses lifted with true love's kiss...

Sun knows enough to tell that these are just stories when Wang Yi reads them aloud, but inevitably he asks questions about how and why. Besides going "magic" or "I don't know," Wang Yi has no idea how to answer.

He's not some "warrior of love and marriage" like this Yolanda person he keeps hearing about, who can apparently break down every stutter and shade of blush in a cheek to the exact degree of infatuation for a crush. Some days he still struggles between "I'm-friendly-nice-to-meet-you" and "look-at-me-funny-and-I'll-eat-you" smiles when greeting strangers on the bus, so when Sun asks about his love life, he's at a loss for what to say.

' What? ' He thinks he's heard wrong. He has to have heard wrong.

But no, Sun repeats his question loud and clear, wide eyes staring straight into his own. "Are you in love, Wang Yi?"

' No? '

"Oh. Then is there anyone..." Sun trails off before he drops his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "...you want to crush?"

Using his built-in Sun Wukong (Modernverse) Dictionary, Wang Yi auto-translates the remark so it sounds less like a death threat. ' Do you mean, "have a crush on?"'

"Yeah!"

' No. '

"What about Eiden?"

' What about him? ' Wang Yi grumbles. ' He's a friend who keeps calling me in to work for free. ' Ignore the fact that he could've refused but doesn't.

"Yolanda says friends fall in love too!"

' We're not like that. ' Besides, Eiden has so many "friends" he'd probably get a headache trying to make anyone exclusive. Good luck if that ever happens.

"Oh, all right..." Sun trails off and Wang Yi breathes a sigh of relief, but then comes round two.

"What about Nicolette?"

' What's wrong with you today? ' Wang Yi grumbles back before deflecting, ' She's just a friend too. '

"How do you know which are the friends you love and the ones you marry?"

Wang Yi almost trips. Why is it only those two options?

' Sun, ' he begins, ' I think you're confused— '

"Or maybe you marry them all instead?"

' NO! ' This time Wang Yi does trip, missing the curb as he falls forward towards the street in an ungainly heap. Fortunately, Sun's quick on his feet and catches him as he stumbles, even using his tail to grab Wang Yi's bucket hat before it falls on the ground. He straightens up the taller male, dusts off any creases in his clothes (just like Yolanda taught him!) and takes a curious peek at his face after plopping the hat back on his head.

"Wang Yi, your face is red. Yolanda says that happens when you're shy or embarrassed. So are you shy or embarrassed right now?"

Damn you and your Yolanda both. ' I'm angry, I'm tired, I'm— ' Probably frustrated works too? Yeah, I'll throw that in. ' —annoyed, and exasperated. Those get your face a lot redder, believe me. '

Sun just tilts his head and gives him a doubtful look. "But your heart's not even beating that fast."

' Why—how are you listening to my heartbeat anyways?! '

"Because I have good ears!" Sun tugs at his proudly, then adds, "Yours was beating much faster when I asked about Eiden. And when I said Nicolette, it—"

' Sun, did you eat yet? Suddenly I'm starving, ' Wang Yi cuts in before he starts striding down the sidewalk. ' Come on, I'll take you to a nice place. '

"Huh? I did, but I can eat again, Wang Yi!" Admittedly Sun's still curious, but at the end of day a racing heart can't really compare to a raging stomach. He's content to follow along with Wang Yi's flimsy excuse even as the latter offers prayers to his ancestors and hopes this topic never comes up again.

Maybe it was time to quit the fairy tales.

[3gremlins]

(had this idea in the shower last night, had to write it down, idk if my 4am shower thoughts are funny but WHATEVER. also i'm a millennial so gen-zers are going to have completely different starting point/context for these things than i do)

social media as locales:

tumblr: this is a quirky place that started as a dive bar but keeps adding stuff randomly so now it's also a coffee shop, bookstore, cat rescue and rock climbing wall. It's a little rough and ready but it's been there forever and you're fond of it. The locals are generally friendly but have all their own in-jokes and cliques and you have to stay awhile to really enmesh with them. For the most part it is a fun place to be, but every day it inexplicably fills with spiders.

Just spiders everywhere. Everyone tries to find where the spiders are coming from and remove their entry points but the spiders are relentless. Fortunately the spiders are relatively harmless and can be escorted outside each morning, but it is still quite irritating to deal with them every day.

twitter: this is a shitty apartment with a shitty landlord who refuses to fix anything and just keeps raising the rent. Unfortunately you need it for work and you can't find a better place in the right area at the moment. You keep saying you're finally going to leave each time a new bit breaks but you know in your heart that you're going to stay until it finally implodes.

tiktok: this is the hot new club where every part of the venue has something exciting to look at. There's something wild in absolutely every corner- dancers, art, musicians, contortionists, magicians, trained animals, light shows etc.

Everyone who goes there wants to chat about the thing they're most passionate about at the highest volume possible. It is a constant litany of sound and images. You go there maybe once every few months and leave immediately because it is TOO MUCH for you. Still you regale your friends with the snippets of experience from your time there.

instagram: this used to be a coffee shop where you could also showcase your art and meet with your friends. The new owners weren't okay with it being moderately successful and decided to remodel to mimic whatever the new hotness is. It is now a shittier version of the tik tok venue.

You have trouble even getting in, can't even see your friends when you do, it is too dark and loud to see any of the art on the walls and it only offers one kind of drink which nobody really cares for.

facebook: this is a place that seemed cool to hang out in when you were younger like maybe a pizza or sandwich joint in your hometown. The food was actually kinda bad and the owner was shitty but it was convenient and close by to everyone you knew. Sometimes you still go back there, mostly just because it's there. It's largely empty, the general vibe is unpleasant and fractious and the whole place smells vaguely of mold.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Hola Dani 👋🏼 how are you??

Are you about to go...

On us again?

A Fucking Breakup

THE BEGINNING

“Magnus,” Alec swallows, his voice raw and hoarse. “I can explain.”

That always sounds bad, not matter how inocent you are those words would make you sound guilty, which my twin is!!

“Well,” Magnus says and removes Alec’s hands from his face. “Now you do.”

That was rough!!! I'm sorry for my twin I know he fucked up bad and that saying sorry sometimes isn't enough but I hate to see him in pain...

On the other hand,  good for you Magnus, you don't need that lying hoe in your life...!!

What?? I can simp from two fronts 😎

THE MIDDLE

Twitter is starting to feel like the real villain of the story 😒

It had always been his vice with Magnus.

His need to know everything.

Very unhealthy of you!!

He is pretty sure he is no longer entitled to know the things he wants to know.

Ok but...  being married to a person doesn't mean you're entitled to their entire history also I'm pretty sure Magnus would tell you anything if you ask nicely!!

Alec had half expected Raphael to share an angry tweet about how he would rather impale himself on Cleopatra’s Needle than date Magnus - because he had in fact actually said those words out loud once.

Can't relate but what a fantastic quote 🤣🤣

And of course, there was a new hashtag.

#GetAlecLaid

OMG 🤣 was this Maxwell??

It did not help that Max had shared an insta story with a screenshot of the list and said ‘as if he could pull adam lambert lmao”

I knew my chaotic child wouldn't stay away from that 🤣🤣🤣

“You don’t get to break my heart and tell me how to fix it.”

This quote 🤯

Fuck everyone who is in it.

I wanna know who made the list 🙃

He likes gifs.

He loves them.

AQKDLQLQL...!!! THIS RIGHT HERE!! My fellow homies homos and hoes I'm claiming this 2 lines for myself, consider yourselves notified 😌

Max and Magnus have made up a couple of weeks ago – to Alec’s fucking relief.

🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

Because if there is even a 0.001% that he will get back together with Magnus, he will hold onto it.

As will I...!!!

Because there is a tiny voice inside his that tells him that Magnus doesn’t want him anymore.

That voice is gaslighting you so bad it probably sounds like Camille 😨

He is just gonna have to spill his champagne on his coat “accidentally” and remove his coat so he can reveal what is underneath.

🤣🤣 I can only think of Shinyun

“What? It’s just fever,” Max groans. “It’ll go away.”

Is he faking it just to avoid David??

“I was going to go to Philly before going to the party,” Alec replies.

It's happening!!!

Alec grabs them and throws it right back at her. “Bring out the Maserati.”

Hoe behavior at it's finest!!

Alec shrugs off his coat and Ben literally screams and starts hooting.

The ONLY valid reaction to my twin's hotness 🤣🤣

Ben, um, is a bit of an alcoholic.

Ok, so we let Rafe mi bebé precioso hang out with this man, knowing this without asking any questions??? I know Rafe is an adult ok but he is also a child 😭

“Nice! You came to the right place,” Ben grins and jumps off the couch and then holds out his hand.

Ok sooo... Ben is a mess but he is a funny mess 🤣

“Ah. Okay. I thought his scary girlfriend told him not to talk to me,” Ben chuckles. “She does not approve of me.”

Biggest red flag ever!!! Anjali is a Godess and knows best!!!

Alec finds that ridiculous. Who wouldn’t want a Magnus?

Right? Sorry Ben can't relate

Alec slams his fist into the motherfucker’s face. The man groans in pain and clutches his nose.

Alec NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Alec lunges forward and punches the dark-haired asshole and grabs him by his collar. “First of all, he killed his dad. Do your research. Second of all, my husband is not the crazy one, I am.”

I can hear Lily and Maia groaning from here 😓

David 🥰😍👋🏼😍🥰

This is so not the reaction Alec was going for.

You would have gotten the reaction you wanted if you hadn’t gone to see Benjamin!!!!!

Alec takes Magnus’ hand and puts it on his chest. “Here.”

😭😭😭

Oh Alec 😭

THE END

I'm not ready for this part

“You love him.”

Max opens his eyes.

“Yes.”

Of course he does!! 🥰🥰

Dad lets out a sigh. “I want you to tell me everything. All of it. From the top. Do you hear me?”

Yes, please talk 🙌🏼🙌🏼

Note to self: Maybe ask David if he wants to withstand this shit?

He does!!! Go get your man!! Maybe hug your dad first because he is on sadness level 100

Note to self: Literally, no one is perfect...Except for David. 

Note to self: LISTEN TO THE GAY YODA. 

Please change his contact name to Gay Yoda 🤣🤣

He almost looks like he is going to cry again.

No please if you start crying then I'll start crying

Note to self: Try reading one of David's favorite books. 

I suggest you start with RWRB

“Oh my god,” the woman covers her mouth with a hand. “Have you two been-”

I honestly thought Alec would be the last one to find out!!

“No!” Lexi squeaks. “I’m literally shooketh right now.”

🤣🤣🤣 my precious twin... all my siblings are crazy!!

Nooooo why are they fighting???

Max feels the tears on his face. But he doesn’t make any effort to wipe them away.

😭😭😭😭

Note to self: He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving.

Note to Dani: No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

“I heard you were leaving to Cambridge,” Max manages a smile and stands up, passing the things back to David. “I came to say goodbye.”

What the fuck Maxwell????

Cry one last time for me, sweetheart.

Noooooo noooooo... IS MAVID!! 😭😭😭😭😭 Daniiii...!!!

Max swallows the tears inside his throat. “You…You gave Rafael your earrings. You left a letter to dad. But you didn’t give me anything.”

Oh Max 😭😭😭

Note to self: See? You’re good for something!

YOU'RE AMAZING MAX!!!

“Okay,” Max manages to say. “Now I’m feeling better about not getting any diamonds from you.”

Bapak lets out a shaky laugh. He kisses Max on the head.

Ok this is weird but it is the first time ever I've understood what a shaky laugh is because I just did it 🤣

I would never miss a David performance for a makeout session. Rip to malec but I am different!

Right?? Who the fuck does that??

I'm crying in Mavid right now 😭

Thank you Dani 💚💚💚💚

THE GIFS. THE FUCKING GIFS. I CAN'T.

Also i loved the GoT references so much.

Thank you for making me laugh as always <3

[thuviel]

If it’s too late to ask these of you, please ignore them! But this is in reference to the 93 OC questions! I’m going to do three separate asks, so: Faron 9, 41, and 69 please!

It's never too late to ask! And I'll throw in those extra questions too haha ;)

9. What is their favorite color? Favorite animal?

Definitely green, he loves nature so much and green is everywhere, it's such a fresh and happy colour to him. He also really likes red brown, it makes him feel warm and safe—partly because it's the colour of his hart Valeth, but also because his vague memories of his mother heavily feature her long red brown hair.

Any deer like animals are his favourites, harts and halla especially. He's also partial to nugs, imagine his glee at discovering the nuggalope :D

18. What languages can they speak? Where did they learn these languages? 

Common, of course. He also speaks Elven on the same level as the Keeper, he feels a great need to learn as much as possible of their lost language and keep it alive, and continues to do so on his travels with the Inquisition. He is definitely writing down any new Elven he discovers and brings it back to the clan after defeating Corypheus (and later after Trespasser too). And he knows a bit of Tevene too! Enough to keep a basic conversation and get the general gist of most sentences at least. He had Dorian teach him, he wanted to be able to understand his native tongue, both to feel closer to Dorian and for any inevitable future journeys to Tevinter.

23. Do they get lonely easily?

Hmm, back with the clan I would say no. Even on the days where he was hunting or scouting alone in the woods, he never felt lonely. The nature and animals around him, and the knowledge that his clan was waiting for him when he got back, always gave him comfort and company. After the conclave however, he felt lonely often. Funny, now that he was constantly surrounded by more people than he'd seen in one place before, he felt more alone than ever. He still sought comfort with his hart and other animals and his friendships with the inner circle and Dorian helped a lot of course. But being the Inquisitor is incredibly lonely.

41. What does their laugh sound like? Do they snort when they laugh? How often do they laugh? 

Faron laughs freely and openly, a loud warm laugh that's very contagious when he's genuinely amused or happy. Which happens quite a lot because he's surrounded by a lot of funny people. Faron finds humour in a lot of things and enjoys a good banter or pun too, so even more often than a laugh you'll hear a chuckle or one of those short amused exhales.

56. What do they smell like? Why do they smell like this? (Is it the things they’re around or a perfume they wear?)

Aside from body odour which I have no idea how to describe, he would often smell of animals and herbs. He's often in the stable to spend time with Valeth, and every morning at Skyhold he goes to tend the plants in the herb garden. (He also collects every single elfroot he sees. Every. Single. One.)

69. How did the people in their environment growing up affect their personality?

Growing up always surrounded by the clan made him a very social person. The supportive environment and encouragement from both the Hahren and the Keeper to ask questions and seek knowledge, made him feel safe to express his opinions, question things and be endlessly curious about everything. And his father affected him most of all. Faron learned the respect for all living creatures, a sense of duty and to protect those who can't protect themself from his father. He was also intended to follow in his father's footsteps to become lead hunter one day, and so he learned his strong hunting skills and the beginnings of leadership skills from him as well. It's those lessons that made him try to understand the people he interacts with, trying to identify their strengths and how they may work together, learning to solve issues between them in a fair and diplomatic manner. It was his father's guidance that resulted in him becoming such a strong leader for the Inquisition later.