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[conartstfi]

Mom, why do you want a goose? You know Edgar and it will do something dramatic like fight to the death or something!

"Geese are cool as fuck plus I want a pet for when your father is out. Edgar can choose his battles wisely, I think..."

#failchamp. #ans. #{ help- fiona just wants a goose }

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"Tell me about it..." Fiona breathes out, her movements becoming more sluggish. She was pretty sure they didn't bring enough water for this trip by the way they already shared four bottles.

Her hair is damp and clinging to her face, her hat barely hanging on in Fiona's hand. She's hating how she wears so many layers because she could hardly just shed some off without still being covered head to toe. "Maybe we would be there faster if you would pick up the pace more..." She snaps, pushing her hair to get out of her face. "God, do we have anymore water? I can't stand this anymore."

In a moment of frustration, Fiona starts shedding her clothes. She didn't care anymore she just wanted air. The hot sun could melt the both of them right now but as long as she wasn't dealing with so many layers. She knew Rhys wouldn't mind anyways.

"Pick up the pace, Rhys."

@conartstfi sent: 019. the vast desert, scorching heat baring down at high noon . (unwell) ► from this meme.

"You know," Rhys starts, reaching up to swipe the back of his arm over his forehead and remove all the sweat that's gathered there, "the heat makes everything seem farther than it is.

"I mean, when you look at the map, the town can't be that far away." As he pulls his palm display up again, squinting at their position on the map versus the position of this "Oasis", it looks like a hop, skip, and a jump away. But he and Fiona have been walking for over an hour now, and it's hot enough in the day that Rhys has taken his vest off, rolled his sleeves up, and even shoved his tie into the back pocket of his trousers.

Sweat rolls down his neck, dripping down into the already soaked fabric of his shirt. He should have volunteered to watch the caravan with Sasha and Athena instead of coming out here; its engine might be toast, but the working battery means its air-conditioning is working just fine. Alas, Rhys had offered to go with Fiona to pick up the spare parts they needed, and now he's baking alive in the Pandora sun. Absolutely wonderful.

"But it feels like we've been walking forever..."

#strongfuck. #thread.

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"I-" Fiona stifles her laugh, hiding her obvious amusement behind her hand. "Okay. That was your father's fault... and a little bit of mine" A small laugh escapes.

She quickly takes in a deep breath of composure and sighs with a smile.

"You have a point, Edgin, but you do have to understand that we didn't... think it was a big deal." She places her hand upon her sons. "And we should have. That I can admit."

"Yeah, I do prefer people call me Ed... because 'the talk' kind of ruined the full name for me," Edgin responds bluntly, though, his words aren't sharp.

With a soft sigh of his own, he plops down onto the couch next to his mom.

"Eh, I guess it could be worse. If Dad hadn't changed his last name, it could have been a bit more awkward."

#failchamp. #au: dnd #thread.

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@failchamp sent in : "So.... You and Dad really thought it was a good name, huh?"

"Uh. Yeah." Fiona starts, glancing over at Edgin. "Actually-" Her body turns as she gestures for him to follow her to the sofa.

"It wasn't... It wasn't going to be your name. It actually started as a joke." Her eyes look over her sons face before continuing. "But with your father's loud mouth and Your aunt Sash's... challenging nature. It ended up happening anyways."

Fiona sheepishly smiles before sitting herself down on the soft sofa.

"You know, It's not that bad of a name... Besides, you prefer people to call you Ed..." She sighs. "I like your name..."

#failchamp. #au: dnd #starter. #{ mom fiona so real.. } #{ the icon is so ass please... }

[conartstfi]

The new nails look really nice on you.

"Awe thanks... You know, this means you're going to have to do everything I ask you to do."

#ans. #{ HELP ME. HELP. ME! }

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"Were you always this charming?" Fiona’s brow raised as she took his hand into hers. “No seriously, ‘cause I don’t remember you being this charming.” Her eyes lit up and her shoulder bumps with his.

“Thank you though, that… is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

Listening to his point of view made it easier for Fiona to erase her doubt from before. (Meaning, when he said he liked someone else HE MEANT IT.) All those glances she thought were for Sasha must’ve been overpowering the moment Rhys stared at her. God she was an idiot.

“You know… Since we are sharing…” She pauses, thinking of her next words. “For a corporate asshole, you really were one of the most… caring one I’ve met.”

Fiona squeezes his hand and smiles “I don’t think anyone on Pandora or Hyperion could care so much about friends and if they are safe.” Her smile slowly falls “It’s a crappy universe filled with greedy people.”

“And I’m glad you’re not one of them… That better not change either or I’ll knock some sense into you, got it?”

"You were annoying as hell," Rhys says, standing up and holding his hand out again. He doesn't even stop to think that Fiona might not want to take it; in his mind, there's no other choice but for them to be joined together, especially with how long they're apart between every meeting.

"...but, man, I really do love it when you speak your mind."

Having paid for their food, he doesn't waste any time leaving the stall, throwing a "thanks for the food!" over his shoulder before they're out on the sidewalk again.

"See, that was one of those things that... yeah, it was irritating at first, but... you weren't like anyone I ever met out in the Borderlands."

Rhys wets his lips. "You were just you, and it was-- between you and me, I kind of envied that you could be like that.

"But now, I mostly think it's one of the most amazing things about you. And you're always amazing, Fiona."

#strongfuck. #thread.

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No matter how much they share a kiss, Fiona always enjoys looking out for Rhys' reactions. The small lean ins were always her favorite. It made it known that Rhys was whipped for her.

"You take me anywhere and everywhere." She starts with a small smile, her eyes narrowing in the process.

Leaning in, she gave Rhys another kiss.

"I don't know shit about Promethea."

(That's somewhat of a lie, she just wants Rhys to show her everything.) Her hands slowly trail down to his neck, gently petting him through the fabric of his clothes.

"You could tell me to sit with you in a meeting and I'd do it." Fiona pauses, glancing away "Of course, you would have to hear me complain but-"

Fiona grins before looking back into Rhys' eyes. "I think you wouldn't mind all my complaining." She gave him another kiss. "It made you stick around with me us back then." A hum left her lips.

"No point in denying it."

Having a kiss that Fiona starts makes all the difference. Rhys' face warms, his eyes shut, and he smiles and kisses back... and does his best not to sound offended once Fiona is gone from him.

He has to catch himself as he leans forward again for more. Calm down, Winz. "I..."

Mismatched eyes open to catch Fiona's gaze, and Rhys sighs.

"You know I can't say 'no' to that."

Without turning away (he doesn't want her to let him go), his cybernetic hand reaches for the counter, seeking a digital terminal to press his palm against. He pays for the noodles without a word.

"I know where we can start, too," he says, pressing a soft kiss to Fiona's palm. "I think you'll find it pretty cool.

"We could ride the Meridian City train route fully, and... uh. I don't think there's any way to show you the city that'd be more honest than that. It really is beautiful, and we worked really hard to build it-- and rebuild it, after Maliwan, but..."

Clearing his throat, he ducks his head sheepishly. "O-Or we could go somewhere, um, cooler. I definitely wouldn't mind showing you Atlas' R&D department if that's more up your alley."

#strongfuck. #thread.

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tales from the borderlands - ep 5

#vis.

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"Rhys..." Fiona's tone drops as well as her smile. "It was hard even coming here." She doesn't mean it in a bad way, of course. When she first got to Promethea, she was shaking in nerves. Fiona knew that as soon as she saw Rhys again, she wouldn't want to leave. Was it worth admitting? Well, now it was. She doesn't have all the time in the world to dance around him anymore.

Turning in her stool to face Rhys, she places her hands upon his cheeks. "You schedule everything... Meticulously for the next 7 days I'm here." Fiona took a deep breath, "And we will see where that leads us."

She had extended her stay a bit longer than she had originally planned. She was a Vault Hunter, it wasn't like she had a set time she needed to be back on Pandora.

(Of course, that all depended on if someone finds another lead to a vault first.)

Fiona leans in and presses her lips against Rhys'. She didn't care if the owner was gonna give them looks. This was her "vacation" and she was going to make the most of it and as Fiona pulls away she lets out a teasing:

"You'll give me something to bring back to Pandora, won't you?"

Rhys has always known, of course, that Fiona's being here is temporary. It's one of those things that he's come to accept since they all went their separate ways after opening the Vault. And maybe it makes him pathetic to hold a candle for her even if she's always out on adventures, but he'd come to terms with the fact that nobody could compare to her, too.

It doesn't make the thought of her leaving any less miserable, though. The most incredible woman in the whole universe being at his side and then suddenly being gone... Rhys can accept it, but he doesn't have to like it.

So he makes a face, saying, "And here I thought we were having a good time."

He's teasing, though. And he knows that Fiona knows he could never hate her for wanting to have a life, even if that life is outside Promethea.

"I'll schedule it in," Rhys says, finishing the last of his noodles before turning in his stool to face Fiona again. "Everything. Meticulously.

"You just have to let me know how many days you'll still be here."

#strongfuck. #thread. #{ sorry rhys i like tearing things a part }

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a comprehensive list of scenarios

feel free to combine multiple prompts or add  “ + reverse ”  to switch roles !   for reference, the one sending in the prompt is the one committing the action.

1.  GUEST :  for one muse to offer the other a place to stay. 2.  STORM :  for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm. 3.  MEDIC :  for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured. 4.  SURPRISE :  for one muse to come home and find the other already inside. 5.  TRIP :  for both muses to road trip or travel together. 6.  BABYSIT :  for one muse to help the other home while they’re drunk. 7.  INSOMNIA :  for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am. 8.  AMBUSH :  for both characters to come under attack by the same enemy. 9.  DANCE :  for one muse to ask the other to dance at a party. 10.  STRANDED :  for one muse to help the other who’s stranded on the road. 11.  SERVICE :  for one muse to cover the cost of something for the other. 12.  SAFEGUARD :  for one muse to save the other from being hit by a vehicle or from some other life-threatening event. 13.  DAZE :  for one muse to wake somewhere and find the other hovering over them. 14.  STOWAWAY :  for one muse to find the other hiding on the same ship. 15.  TAXI :  for both muses to share the same taxi ride. 16.  MAKEOVER :  for one muse to help the other with a new outfit or hairstyle. 17.  LIFEGUARD :  for one muse to rescue the other from drowning. 18.  DISASTER :  for both muses to work together to escape a fire, flood, or other disaster. 19.  TRANSIT :  for one muse to sit next to the other on a public transport. 20.  SPRAIN :  for one muse to carry the other after spraining their ankle. 21.  EMPLOY :  for one muse to be hired as the other’s bodyguard, tutor, assistant, etc. 22.  QUEST :  for one muse to help the other with a task in exchange for compensation. 23.  SOOTHE :  for one muse to calm the other during a panic attack. 24.  RECOVER :  for one muse to return the other’s lost belonging. 25.  UMBRELLA :  for one muse to share their umbrella with the other on a rainy day. 26.  HEAL :  for one muse to nurse the other back to health from a sickness or injury. 27.  NIGHTMARE :  for one muse to comfort the other after a nightmare. 28.  REUNION :  for one muse to run into the other again after a long time. 29.  PRIZE :  for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival. 30.  NUDE :  for one muse to walk in on the other while they’re changing. 31.  BED :  for both muses to wake in the same bed, naked or fully clothed. 32.  TRAIL :  for one muse to notice the other has been following them. 33.  EVADE :  for one muse to pull the other into an alleyway to escape their pursuer. 34.  THIEF :  for one muse to confront the other after having something stolen by them. 35.  CAUGHT :  for one muse to walk in on the other singing / dancing. 36.  FESTIVE :  for both muses to decorate for a special occasion. 37.  PRESENT :  for one muse to give the other a  (birthday)  gift. 38.  WEARY :  for one muse to wake up after falling asleep on the other. 39.  CAPTIVE :  for one muse to hold the other against their will. 40.  SNAP :  for one muse to yell at or push the other out of frustration. 41.  SLEEPOVER :  for one muse to stay the night at the other’s place. 42.  TRESPASS :  for one muse to trespass on the other’s property. 43.  BREAK-IN :  for one muse to discover the other robbing their place. 44.  MERCY :  for both muses to come across an injured animal. 45.  UNKNOWN :  for both muses to wake and find themselves in a strange place. 46.  ACCOMPLICE :  for one muse to assist the other at the scene of a crime. 47.  ASTRAY :  for both muses to take a detour and lose their way. 48.  RELAX :  for both muses to share a hot tub or hot spring. 49.  MUSE :  for one muse to model for the other’s art project. 50.  ACCOMPANY :  for one muse to give the other an extra ticket to an event. 51.  SALVAGE :  for one muse to retrieve the other’s belongings from a thief. 52.  MEAL :  for both muses to prepare and share a meal together. 53.  CEMETERY :  for one muse to find the other at a gravestone. 54.  REFUGE :  for one muse to shelter the other from enemies. 55.  ARRANGED :  for both muses to date or marry out of convenience. 56.  FAVOR :  for one muse to owe the other a favor. 57.  VACATION :  for both muses to book the same hotel on vacation. 58.  DEFEND :  for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants. 59.  CATCH :  for one muse to return the other’s pet that escaped. 60.  RESTRICTED :  for both muses to sneak into someplace they’re not supposed to be.

#meme.

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prompts for sharing a bed ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

— sharing a pillow and waking up with their faces only centimetres apart

— cuddling in their sleep

— falling asleep to the sound of the other’s heartbeat

— warming their hands by slipping them up the other’s shirt and onto their back/stomach

— playing with the other’s hair while they sleep

— falling asleep with their head laying in the lap of their lover

— waking up to their partner tracing the divots of their spine

— one talking to the other when they think they’re asleep

— waking up in the other’s arms

— resting their head on the other's stomach, only to fall asleep there

— drawing patterns onto their partner's body

— intertwining their legs together

— sleeping back-to-back

— watching the other sleep

— going to sleep as the big spoon and waking up as the little spoon

— one talking in their sleep and the other listening fondly

— lovingly tracing the other's scars

— gently kissing the other awake

— one falling asleep on the other's shoulder while they talk

— massaging wherever is sore

#meme.

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#conartstfi :: indie rp blog for fiona from tales from the borderlands. canon compliant as per usual. OC and crossover friendly!

18+ themes present

ic =/= ooc

open to shipping as long as its plotted out first

all nsfw will be tagged #nsfw.

will tag accordingly

please be respectful, i am trying my best.

(i really like lists.)

#pinned.

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"It's nothing!" Fiona limps her way to one of the chairs in Rhys' office. "I'm fine, I swear!" They both knew that she was lying and clearly trying to convince them.

So much so that she doesn't feel the blood seeping through her clothes and leaving a fairly nasty trail of blood behind her. (Sorry to whoever has to clean that mess up.) "Listen, Rhys, I'll be fine... Just- help me to the sofa."

Fiona's hand seeks out Rhys' arm, before gripping onto his bicep. Pulling herself up a bit more, she can't help but think.

What a way to spend a visit to Promethea.

plotted starter with @conartstfi

It was a relatively normal day on Promethea, the work day was just about up for the still relatively new Atlas CEO. He was just wrapping up when he heard the doors open, "Can it wait till tom--"

His voice caught in his throat when he was met with a rather beaten Fiona. Immediately he stood up from his desk with a gasp, "Fiona!?" He wasted no more time, hurrying over to her while hastily scanning her for injuries.

"The hell happened?" He questioned, fighting his innate urge to physically assist her. As long as she cooperated, there was no need to smother her.

#treasure-trcve. #muse: rhys. #thread. #{ man. imagining rhys' workers walking the halls like #what- why is there blood here? }

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"God! Look at you!" Fiona grins down at Sasha, as she puts a hand on her hip. She could've sworn her sister was shorter last time she saw her. (She knows she is the same height but still, Fiona likes the dramatics when she hasn't seen her sister in a long time.) "You look great, Sash. You really do."

@conartstfi asked: [ EMBRACE ] for the taller muse to lift the shorter muse off the ground when they hug. FOR SASH BC I LOVE THE SISTERS

"H-Hey!" Sasha squeals, though the laughter she attempts to suppress comes bubbling out regardless. The arms around her big sister squeeze just a bit tighter to ensure she's not going to go flying, until her feet are firmly placed on the ground once more. "I've missed you too, Fi!"

#lowerqualityrp. #muse: sasha. #thread.

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"How about you have half and I have half?" Fiona says, slowly shoveling half the serving of noodles onto her plate. She makes sure the portion sizes are relatively even, not wanting to fully take what was originally Rhys' food.

Glancing at the man next to her, she smiles at his hunched over figure.

(How lame of her to think Rhys looks so good shoving his face full of noodles.)

Fiona slides the other half of the dish to Rhys, winking at him. "You sure do know how to impress me." She says in a whisper. Here she was, sitting there looking back at their past. If only she could think of a time where she felt this relieved.

Looking back at all the vaults she has opened after splitting from the group didn't cut it. The relief after all the shit the group went through also didn't cut it. Or maybe she just preferred now over then.

Should she break the news?

No. Not now. She is having fun being with Rhys. Fiona had nothing to hide from him, though. It would only do them good if she was just honest now.

"You better show me all of those places before I have to leave..."

Fiona slowly brings the noodles to her mouth and she takes a small bite.

The noodles seem to taste good enough to get Fiona swearing, and because of it Rhys laughs, shoulders shaking as he does his best not to choke. At least he swallows without issue-- he'll settle for the bare minimum easily (besides, how lame would it be if the first time he's been with Fiona in a while had him choking?).

And, without a word, he pushes the plate in Fiona's direction.

"You can have as much as you want, Fi."

Whether it's for pride or some other reason, Fiona's never been the type to ask for anything so openly. The rare times that she does, Rhys feels it's only proper to do as she says and give her whatever the hell it is she asks for. Now is no exception.

He can order another serving, anyway.

"It looks like you haven't had good food in a while," he teases. "I should take you to all my favourite places.

"Between you and me, Prometheans have incredible food creativity. Which you wouldn't expect from people who've had nothing but ratches to eat for over decade!"

Picking up another mouthful of food, Rhys hums. "Life's always full of surprises, though, huh?"

Then, unceremoniously, he shoves it all in.

#strongfuck. #thread. #{ hi i like rhys spending as much time #with fiona like she is gonna leave #only for her to go jk haha you thought }

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#you make me happy with the things you do // strongfuck. #{ OUR BABY IS GONNA CRUSH EVERY OTHER BABY!!! }

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Rachel McAdams as Annie Davis in ‘Game Night’ (2018) dir. John Francis Daley & Jonathan Goldstein

#fc. #study. #{ she is so fiona fr pls help me }