#Jim Adans

[esonetwork]

King Kong (1976) | Episode 392

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King Kong (1976) | Episode 392

Mark Maddux joins Jim for a very special New Years episide of MONSTER ATTACK! discussing the 1976 reboot of “King Kong,” starring Jeff Bridges, Jessica Lang, Charles Grodin John Randolph, Ed Lauter, Rene Aubberjonois, Julius Harris, Jack O’Halloran, Dennis Fimple, John Agar and produced by Dino De Laurntis. The story centers around the discovery of Kong during an expedition for oil and leading to his being brought NYC for a global tour. Find out more on this episode of MONSTER ATTACK!, The Podcast Dedicated To Old Monster Movies. And Happy New Year!

#1976 Monster Movie #Charles Grodin John Randolph #Dennis Fimple #Dino De Laurntis #Ed Lauter #ESO Network #geek podcast #Jack O&039;Halloran #Jeff Bridges #Jessica Lang #Jim Adans #John Agar #Julius Harris #King Kong #Mark Maddux #Monster Attack! #nerd podcast #Old Sci-Fi Monster Movie #Rene Aubberjonois

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

HIII BRAINROT :D

It’s been months since i was last in your askbox but i check your page daily because i love your work 🥲 (got me through my finals no joke)

As always my hyperfixation is music of so many genres and I had to pick a few favorites for the main 6 that I think are so Them™️!

Julian

the first cutie patootie ever (he needs more than therapy.)

- The Night by Aurelio Voltaire

- Mess is Mine by Vance Joy

- Stay With Me by Sam Smith

- Creature by Half•Alive

- Toes by Glass Animals

- Youth by Glass Animals

- If I Speak by Frank the Baptist (it sounds like a sea shanty to me 🧚🏼‍♀️)

Asra

Not too big on Asra so my analysis might not be accurate!

- Gooey by Glass Animals

- Borderline by Tame Impala

- Escapism from the Steven Universe soundtrack

- Homage by Mild High Club

- Brain & Heart by Melanie Martinez

- Pink + White by Frank Ocean (totally not bc this song and Asra are both ethereal haha..)

- Choking on Flowers by Fox Academy

Nadia

the woman 💕 It was tough finding songs to fit her but i attempted hehe

- Au Revoir by Malice Mizer

- Show Me How by Men I Trust

- rises the moon by liana flores

- Asleep Among Endives

- Smooth Operator by Sade

Muriel

He would love music in the same way he loves nature prove me wrong

- Dawn in the Adan by Ichiko Aoba

- Gilded Lily by Cults

- I’ll Be There by Strawberry Guy

- TrusT by Half•Alive

- Mountains by Message To Bears

Portia

WIFEY ™️ she’s so amazing and grggggahsggsdnfn i love her

- Fish in the Sea by Liana Flores

- Blow My Brains Out by Tikkle Me

- Fine by Lemon Demon

- Empire Ants by Gorillaz

- Russian by Caravan Palace

- Arms Tonite by Mother Mother

- Hidden in the Sand

Lucio

last but not least, the silliest! His songs are mostly upbeat with a deeper meaning imo :3

- I’m Still Here/Jim’s Theme from Treasure Planet

- My Type by Saint Motel (works wonderfully with Julian too)

- Love Me Normally by Will Wood

- Charlie’s Inferno by That Handsome Devil

- Origami by Capital Cities

-Still Feel by Half•Alive

- Cake by the Ocean (purely meant as a joke bc of the baewatch tale but take it as you will!)

This is all i’ve got currently cause I’m eepy but i do hope you like them! do remember to take breaks if you need them ‼️

Hiya! Oh my goodness, @vegaspng it's so nice to hear from you!! And congratulations on getting through finals, that is not an easy thing to accomplish. I'm humbled and honored that my writing was able help just a little bit ^.^

Those are all wonderful suggestions! I've put as many of them as possible on the playlist (there were one or two I couldn't find on spotify) and I'm putting these on the tag too, thank you for sending them!! :D

#ask arcana brainrot #arcana brainrot playlist #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game

[theluckywizard]

WIP Wednesday!

Thanks for the tag @effelants!

This week I'm working on my next chapter of my long fic In the Shattering of Things as well as a companion piece for said chapter. Here's an excerpt from the companion piece I'm working on with the loving working title "Cullen is a Fickle Bitch".

Read below the jump!

“A raven for you, Commander, Ser,” says Jim, entering through the East entrance. Cullen stands abruptly, the quickening of his pulse fluttering in his neck. He glances down at the ink stain on the floor where the pot had sailed when he'd plowed all of it aside for her. For them. “Thank you, James,” he says, accepting the cylinder. He uncaps the end and slides the rolled vellum out, helplessly hoping for word from her. But it's Harding's hand, reporting in on the intensity of the situation in Crestwood. Maker. Cullen rubs his forehead and opens his bottom desk draw, tiny vials clinking softly, withdrawing one of Adan’s potions. He rolls it between his fingers, the shape and weight of it deeply familiar, gazing into the liquid inside like cerulean crystals in suspension might just appear, but he blinks and remembers. The way the vials had appeared for him unbidden after she’d encountered him in the snow on that brutal morning, retching, clawing at his face as his vision warped and haloed, sweating even in the bitter cold. A note from Adan tucked amongst them explaining the uses of the tonic and appropriate warnings. The morning he went to get more and learned it had been Rose. The tonic worked. And he felt looked after for the first time in fifteen years or more. Longer. He downs the contents of the vial, squeezing the glass cylinder like a detestable comfort and then reflexively reaches for more pleasant thoughts: fingers woven in fiery hair, the feeling of her hand bumping past his as they walk beside one another, the utter warmth of her company. Don't call me that. The memory bursts forth and then sticks in his mind like a bloodstain, indelible and foul. He’d given up the right to use her name, the right to all those other soft remembrances. Cullen wanders to a book shelf and eyes a small shipping crate made of finely sanded but unfinished wood. He pulls it down to consider the contents again and slides the lid out of its channel, the dulcet sound of wood against wood soothing his frayed senses. Inside, packed on a bed of straw is an embossed leather quiver. He'd engaged Josie to find the name of a craftsman to contact and has given him the details. Foxes. Forest. Something joyful. Commissioned in a different time, when possibility radiated inside him and confounded his common sense. “Commander.” Cullen bristles at yet another intrusion, the fifth such this morning. It's the familiar lilt and easy tone of his number two slipping in from the south entrance. Maker, why did he choose the tower with three entrances? “Rylen.” The older man looks him up and down with that typical gleam of juvenile irreverence and he sets his handful of reports down on Cullen’s desk. “You’re looking more stone-faced than usual. Don’t tell me you’re still moping. I thought you ended it. In the bailey the other week.” Cullen casts a salty eye over his lieutenant even as he marvels at the accuracy of the rumors. “I don’t recall telling you the details, Rylen,” says Cullen. “Between the gossip and the sudden turn in your mood it’s a little hard not to put it together.”

Tagging @warpedlegacywrites, @bluewren, @rowanisawriter, @ar-lath-ma-cully, @kiastirling, @contreparry, @monocytogenes and LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE to share their Dragon Age or NON-Dragon Age WIPs! Tag me so I can seeee

#cullen x trevelyan #cullen & rylen #dragon age: inquisition #dragon age fan fiction #in the shattering of things #rose trevelyan #it's complicated #make up your mind man #cullenmance

[444namesplus]

Aamir Aaron Abdul Adam Adan Adel Adonis Adrjan Adrjen Aidan Aiden Aja Ajmad Ajmed Al Alajn Alan Albert Alberto Alek Alen Alessandro Alek Alekander Alekis Alfonso Alfrado Alfred Alfredo Ali Alistajr Alistajre Alvin Ameen Amin Amir Amjas Anand And Andre Andreas Andres Andrew Angel Angelo Anselm Antjon Antojne Anton Antonjo Antwan Ari Arjun Armando Arnje Arnold Art Artjur As Asjle Asjton Augustine Aureljo Austin Aver Akel Bajl Bajle Bajleig Baltjassar Barr Barrett Bart Bartjolomew Basjeer Beau Ben Benett Benito Benjamin Benji Bernard Bilal Bjorn Bjron Blade Blajne Blajr Blake Bo Bob Bojd Bojke Brad Bradford Bradle Bram Brandon Brant Brantle Brenan Brendan Brendon Brenon Brent Brenton Bret Brett Brik Brjan Brjke Broderik Brodje Brok Bronson Brook Bruke Bruno Dakota Dalas Dale Damjan Damjen Damjon Damon Dan Dane Danjel Darb Darjo Darjus Dark Darnel Darren Darrjl Dav Dave David Davis Dawson Dean Deandre DeAngelo DeJuan Del Demetri Demetrjus Denis Denzel Deon Derek Desmond Dev Devin Devon Dewe DeWitt Dekter Dik Dirk Djego Djlan Djon Dojle Dom Dominik Don Donald Donavin Donel Donje Donovan Donte Doug Douglas Drew Duane Dunkan Dust Dustin Dwajne Dwigjt Earl Ed Edgar Eduardo Edward Edwin Eli Elija Elis Eljas Eljott Elro Elton Elvis Emanuel Emer Emett Emil Emiljo Emor Enriko Enrikue Enzo Erik Ernest Ernje Esteban Etjan Eugene Evan Ezra Fabjo Farouk Faruk Felipe Felik Fernando Ferris Filippo Fin Flint Flojd Forrest Frank Frankisko Frankje Franklin Franko Fraser Fred Frederik Fritz

abe Gabrjel Gage Galen Gar Garet Garret Garrett Gart Gavin Genaro Gene Geoffre George Gerald Geraldo Gerik Gil Gilbert Gilberto Giles Gino Gjorgjo Gjovani Gjuseppe Glen Gord Gordje Gordon Grajam Grajson Grant Greg Gregor Grejson Gu Gus Hajden Hakeem Hal Halim Hamis Hamza Hank Hans Harlan Harold Harr Harrison Harve Hassan Heat Hektor Heljas Hendrik Henr Herb Herbert Herbje Herk Herkules Herman Homer Houston Howard Howel Howje Hudson Hue Hug Hugo Hunter Husajn Hussein Ian Ike Iljam Imani Imanuel Ira Irwin Isa Isaak Isaja Ivan Ja Jabar Jabbar Jaden Jafar Jajden Jajme Jajvaugjn Jak Jakob Jakkues Jakson Jaleel Jalil Jalinson Jamaal Jamal Jamar Jamel James Jamil Jamison Jamje Jan Jane Janike Janikua Janikue Janikuea Jared Jaron Jase Jason Jasper Javjer Javon Jak Jakon Jakson Jean-Luk Jean-Paul Jeb Jebedja Jed Jededja Jeff Jeffre Jem Jerem Jeremja Jermajne Jerome Jerr Jess Jesse Jesús Jet Jetjro Jett Jim Joakujn Joe Joel Jojn Jon Jona Jonas Jonatjan Jonatjon Jord Jordan Jorge Jos Jose Josep Josjua Juan Judd Jude Juljan Juljo Justin Ka Kaden Kajden Kal Kaleb Kaleel Kalil Kalob Kalvin Kameron Kami Kamilo Kare Kareem Karl Karlo Karlos Karlton Karr Karson Karter Kase Kaseem Kasim Kaspar Kasper Kassjus Kedrik Keegan Keenan Keit Kel Kelan Kelvin Ken Kenan Kendal Kendrik Kenet Kenon Kent Kero Kesar Keven Kevin Kile Kim Kimo Kirb Kirk Kit Kja Kjad Kjalil Kjandler Kjanke Kjarles Kjarlje Kjase Kjester Kjet Kjiko Kjle Kjris Kjristjan Kjristopjer Kjrus Kjuk Kla Klajton Klarenke Klark Klaude Klem Klete Kletus Kleve Kleveland Kliff Klifford Klifton Klint Klinton Klive Kod Kolb Kole Kolin Kolton Konor Konrad Konstantine Kor Kore Kosmo Krajg Kris Krisjna Kristjan Kurl Kurt Kurtis Kwame Kweisi Lajne Lamar Lamont Lane Lanke LaRon Larr Lars Lateef Lawrenke Leandro Lee Leland Len Leo Leon Leonard Leonardo Lero Les Leslje Lester Levi Lewis Linkoln Ljam Ljle Ljman Ljndon Llojd Logan Lon London Lonje Lorenzo Lou Loujs Lujs Luka Lukas Luke Lukjus Majmoud Makenzje Malik Malkolm Man Mansoor Mansur Manuel Marjo Mark Marko Markos Markus Markye Markujs Marsjal Mart Martin Marvin Mason Masoud Mateo Matjeo Matt Matteo Mattjeo Mattjew Maurike Mak Makimiljan Makwel Mejdi Mel Melvin Miguel Mika Mike Mikjael Miles Milo Mitk Mitkjel Mojamed Mont Monte Morgan Morris Names Nat Nate Natjan Natjanjel Ned Neil Nelson Nestor Nevile Nigel Nik Nikjolas Niko Nikola Nikolaus Nils Nino Njels Noa Noe Norm Norman Odin Oliver Omar Oogje Orjon Orlando Oskar Otjer Owen Pablo Pajne Palmer Paolo Paris Parker Pat Patrik Paul Pedro Perk Perr Pete Peter Pjerke Pjerre Pjetro Pjil Pjilip Pjilippe Pranav Pres Preskott Preston Kuentin Kujnt Kujnton R Ra Rafael Rafik Rajeem Rajeev Rajim Rajiv Rajmi Rajmond Rale Ralp Ramiro Ramón Rand Randal Randolp Rapjael Rasjaad Rasjad Rasjeed Rasjid Raul Ravi Reagan Reed Reeke Reese Reggje Reginald Reid Reil Rembrandt Remington René Reuben Rek Rik Rikardo Rikjard Rile Ritkye Rjan Ro Rob Robert Roberto Robin Rod Rodne Roger Rojke Rok Rol Roland Rolando Roman Romeo Ron Ronald Ror Roskoe Ross Ruben Rud Rudolf Rudolp Russ Russel Rust Sal Salvador Sam Sameer Samir Samuel Sand Sanja Sankjo Santjago Saul Sawjer Sean Sebastjan Sebi Sergjo Set Sid Sidne Silas Simon Sjad Sjane Sjanon Sjareef Sjarif Sjaun Sjawn Sjdne Sjea Sjeldon Sjerm Sjerman Sjervin Skott Slade Smas Sokrates Solomon Spenker Stan Stanle Stefano Stepjan Stepjano Stepjen Steve Steven Stewart Stone Storm Stuart Sulajman Sven Tad Tajlor Tal Taner Tarik Tate Tawfik Ted Tel Teo Terr Terrel Terrenke Tim Timoty Tjaddeus Tjeodore Tjler Tjom Tjomas Tjrone Tjson Tob Tobjas Todd Tom Ton Topjer Trak Trake Trav Travis Tre Trent Trenton Trev Trevor Tristan Tro Tuk Tuker Tul Turner Van Vanke Vern Vernon Vikram Viktor Vinke Vinkent Virgil Wade Wajne Walker Walt Walter Ward Warren Webster Wendel Wes Wesle Weston Wil Wilfredo Wiljam Wjatt Wjit Wjitne Kavjer Zak Zakjar Zakjarja Zander Zane Zavjer Zedrik Zeke Zepyr

[sphoricus]

11/1/2023

So October is over. Halloween is over. I hope everyone had a great Halloween; I know I’ve never been one to party or do much really. Regardless, I figured I’d make a playlist recapping my month. Feel free to share what your October has been, musically.

Favorite Songs from Old Favorites

“Psycho Killer” by Talking Heads

“Crosseyed and Painless” by Talking Heads

“Is this the Life?” by Cardiacs

“Big Ship” by Cardiacs

“I’m Set Free” by Brian Eno

“Heroin” by The Velvet Underground & Nico

“Can You Hear the Music” by Ludwig Göransson

“Remember Me” by Sea Power

“Tropic Birds” by Masayoshi Takanaka

“Haiku” by Vic Chesnutt

“Angels” by David Byrne

New Favorites

“The Boy in the Bubble” by Paul Simon

“Thick as a Brick” by Jethro Tull

“This Town Ain’t Big Enough for the Both of Us” by Sparks

“Witchi Tia To” by Jim Pepper

Windswept Adan by Ichiko Aoba

Further In by Greg Brown

Light as a Feather by Chick Corea & Return to Forever

#music #playlists #daily playlist #talking heads #cardiacs #brian eno #the velvet underground #nico #masayoshi takanaka #vic chesnutt #david byrne #paul simon #jethro tull #sparks #ichiko aoba #greg brown #chick corea

[ivanreydereyes]

Hoy hace 15 años [31_10_2008] en el TOMA_2 de CANCUN disfrazado como un MESIAS ROCKERO me fotografie junto al billar con GABY y camiseta de REAL MADRID firmada en la PARED..y conoci a 2 TOPOS de MALLORCA q luego en enero 2009 me enviaron un email pidiéndome el teléfono de ELIAN la cantante de LUNA 14 y me informaban q lo habían cerrado sabiendo que le deje una MALETA AL GERENTE y que ni me llamó o mandó email..luego lo reabrieron como el MUSA'S pintando en la fachada la CREACION DE ADAN.

Y hace 13 años en MELBOURNE llevaba camiseta con ALAS de to BE ANGEL q compre en CC de las AME_RICAS de CANCUN y vi el video ALIVE and KICKING del cd ONCE UPON A TIME de SIMPLE MINDS a cuyo cantante Jim KERR le di la mano y fotografie cara a cara pues apesar de la LLUVIA de INVERNEss en julio 2011 se bajo del escenario para saludar al público

[applesdrowned-a]

SHIP TAGS. 

#🍏 * / ship / to you my heart i surrender / chad & blaine #🍏 * / ship / so come on over and talk me down / chad & john #🍏 * / ship / everybody wants to know if we fucked on the bathroom sink / chad & tony #🍏 * / ship / don't act like loving him is such a bad thing / chad & jim #🍏 * / ship / give me fire to burn all our fear away / chad & adan #🍏 * / ship / when no one else would i loved you / chad & donnie #🍏 * / ship / today i met the boy i’m gonna marry / chad & luke

[applesdrowneda]

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒  /  𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐒.

#🍏 DYN : CHAD AND VIOLET. ― ( what do you think you’re doing young lady? ) #🍏 DYN : CHAD AND TATE. ― ( what are you gonna do? murder me? ) #🍏 DYN : CHAD AND BELLE. ― ( as long as we had eachother ) #🍏 SHIP : CHAD AND BLAINE. ― ( to you‚ my heart i surrender ) #🍏 SHIP : CHAD AND TONY. ― ( everybody wants to know if we fucked on the bathroom sink ) #🍏 SHIP : CHAD AND JIM. ― ( don’t act like loving him is such a bad thing ) #🍏 SHIP : CHAD AND ADAN. ― ( i love your lies in the dark‚ love tearing up a broken heart ) #🍏 SHIP : CHAD AND MICHAEL. ― ( i fell in love with the devil and i’m underneath his spell ) #🍏 SHIP : CHAD AND MICHAEL W. ― ( i fell in love with you suddenly ) #🍏 ELASTIXHEARTS : CHAD AND VIOLET. ― ( unexpected friendships are the best ones )

[nametips]

A list of male names (I'm pretty sure I forgot many many names):

Aaron, Alan, Athan, Adan, Adrian, Ace, Alexander, Alex, Andy, Adam, Andrew, Ajax, Arlo, Arthur, Arnold, Anthony, Alouis, Asher, Amando, Adrien, Adrian, Ajan, Andrej, Andreas, Arik, Arian, Ahmad, Anton, Antonio, August, Austin, Arlan, Alban, Aleksei, Alejandro, Alessandro, Alec, Aslan, Avery, Abraham, Ariz, Adnan, Ahmed/-t, Alvin, Aurelius, Aurel, Alessio, Amaro

Ben, Benjamin, Bennett, Balian, Boris, Bruno, Blake, Bob, Boe, Brian, Blake, Brody, Benny, Beau, Both, Bodo, Berkan, Bano, Berat, Bowen, Bastian, Benedict, Bayek, Baxter, Barron

Cian, Connor, Charlie, Chris, Christopher, Craig, Chuck, Clement/-s, Cody, Cassius, Caspian, Casper, Cassian, Calvin, Can, Cem, Cathan, Callan, Conrad, Carl, Cooper, Cole, Collin, Corey/Cory, Colt, Colton, Cameron, Conan, Charles, Claus, Claude, Cedric, Clyde, Cliff, Cihan, Corwin, Callum/Calum, Chester, Calli, Cairo

Daniel, Dominic, Dmitri, Dennis, Deniz, Dylan, Derek, David, Don, Doug, Drew, Douglas, Damien/Damian, Dorian, Dan, Dave, Dale, Dane, Donovan, Devin, Diego, Damon, Dario, Dirk, Dexter

Ethan, Eduardo, Edward, Emmett, Everett, Erik/Erick/Eric, Ezra, Evan/Ewan, Emil, Emilio, Emanuel, Eddy, Elijah, Elijas, Elio, Elliot, Egan, Emir, Emre, Ellis, Elian, Elvin/Elwin

Finn, Finnegan/Finley, Frederick, Freddy, Fred, Frank, Fabian, Fabio, Flynn, Francis, Florian, Franklin, Felix, Franklin, Fernando, Fabrizio, Ferdinand, Fakir, Feraz

Gavin, Gino, Gabriel, George, Gregory, Greyson/Greyson, Grey/Gray, Greg, Graham, Gary, Giovanni, Gianno, Gian, Griffin

Henry, Harry, Hank, Hassan, Hugo, Hector, Hamad, Hunter

Iago, Ian, Isaiah, Isaac, Ilan, Ivan, Ivar, Igor, Ismael

Jacob/Jakob, Jusuf, Jamal, Jan, Jannis, Jannik, Julian, Julius, Jim, Jimmy, Jack, Jason, Jackson, James, Jonas, Juan, Joel, John/Jon, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jeremias, Jedediah, Jededias, Joe, Jonah, Jonathan, Jerek/Jarek, Javier, Justus, Justin, Jamar, Jamie, Jeff, Jin, Jaris, Jace, Jake, Jairo, Jaron, Javon/Javin/Javen, Jasha, Janus, Josiah, Josias, Josua, Josh, Joshua, Jamilo, Jachai, Javan, Jaceo

Konnor, Konrad, Kalon, Kilian/Killian, Korey/Kory, Keith, Kenneth, Kenny, Kris, Kevin, Kuno, Klaus, Kasimir, Kai/Khai, Kalil, Kalle, Karim, Kani, Kian, Keanu, Kiano, Kenzo, Karim, Keno (not the lottery),Kalle, Kalli, Kino, Kurt(is), Kaden, Kairo

Linus, Leo, Leon, Leonardo, Leonard, Lennard, Louis, Luis, Lou, Liam, Laurenz, Lewis, Lars, Levin, Lukas/Lucas, Luka/Luca, Leif, Lian, Luan, Lee, Levi, Lev, Logan, Leano, Leander

Malian, Mirko, Miko, Mike, Mason, Malik, Marek, Mailo, Milo, Milus/Milos/Milas, Milan, Moritz, Mark, Manuel, Mahmut, Mustafa, Melvin, Merlin, Murat, Marcel, Marlon, Micah, Maceo, Malachi/Malachai, Malaki, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Matti, Macias, Michael, Mikhail, Marvin, Mack, Mitch, Moe, Monty, Max, Maximilian, Maxwell, Marko/Marco, Marcus, Malcolm, Mick, Mekhi, Miguel, Marvin/Marwin, Martin, Miles/Myles, Matteo, Makai, Macklin, Misha, Mian, Maurice, Maiko, Macias

Niles, Nouis, Neil/Niall/Nial/Neil, Neilson, Nielson/Nilson, Niels/Nils, Nevin, Nolan, Newt, Niles, Nick, Noah, Noam, Nicholas/Nicolas/Nikolas, Nico/Niko, Nikolai, Nathan, Nathaniel, Naveed, Noel, Nilo, Nino

Oliver, Oleg, Ole, Olaf, Owen, Oskar/Oskar, Ollie/Olly, Otis, Osman, Omar, Otto, Okan, Orhan

Paul, Peter, Pete, Pasco, Paco, Pierre, Pio, Pius, Pedro, Pietro, Pablo, Patrick, Pascal, Phillip, Phillipe, Parker, Phil, Perry, Percy, Piero, Patricio, Pat

Quinn, Quince, Quest, Qais, Qaim, Quentin

Rob, Robbie/Robbie, Robert, Roman, Ross, Ryan, Rían, Richard, Ron, Ronald, Roberto, Roy/Ray/Rey, Roan/Rowan/Rohan, Rhys/Reece, Rick, Ricardo, Rory, Raphael/Rafael, Rámon, Rocco/Rocko, Rex, Ricky, Renee/Rene, Ralph, Rio, Rico/Riko, Remi, Ron, Ronald, Ruben/Reuben

Santiago, Samuel, Sam, Samu, Sammy, Shawn/Sean, Simon, Silas, Sage, Sasha, Steve, Scott, Seth, Samir, Stefan/Stephan, Said (Sah-id), Stellan, Sas(c)ha, Sven, Sebastian, Severin, Silvano, Silvan, Sofian, Soeren/Soren/Sören

Tom, Tommy, Tim, Timmy, Timothy, Tarek, Talon, Tomas/Thomas/Tomasz, Taylor/Tylor, Theo, Thiago/Tiago, Todd, Tony, Toby, Tobias, Tristan, Tatum, Ted, Timon, Timur, Tyson, Tyron,Tymon

Viktor/Victor, Vince, Vincent/Vincenc, Vladimir, Vito, Vitaly

William, Wyatt, Wayne, Wolf, Wyatt

Xavier, Xander, Xavi

Yunus, Yannis/Yanis, Yannik/Yanik, Yustus, Yusuf, Yael, Yoel, Yago, Yan, Yamir

Zack/Zach, Zachary, Zachariah, Zacharias, Zane, Zander, Zavier

#masculine names #trans names #name suggestions #name

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real artist name list of names

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[anotheronechicagobog]

Dunder Mifflin Meets Intelligence AKA

Volomag and Vodka Part 2

Warnings: swearing, mention of vomit, numerous times, pranks

Written by @anotheronechicagobog

A/N I hope you guys laugh at this as much as I did writing it. The pranks are from a show called “The Office U.S.”, I do not own that or One Chicago Also, Kevin’s sister Vinessa makes an appearance

Whoever coined the term ‘morning sickness’ deserves a slow and painful death. Kim thought bitterly as she was hugging the toilet at ten at night. “Kim? I made you some ginger tea and I got you a glass of water.”

“I fucking love you.”All Adam could do was laugh as he sat on the edge of the bathtub and gathered Kim’s hair in one hand and rubbed his hand up and down her back. Kim let out a grateful hum before her stomach lurched again. The gruesome sound of Kim spewing more stomach acid (because let’s face it, there’s nothing else left for her to throw up) into the porcelain toilet bowl.

Several minutes later Kim felt better, not good, but better. She felt okay enough to get off the floor. She stood up and grabbed the glass of water Adan had brought her from the sink counter and washed out her mouth before grabbing her toothbrush to complete the process of removing the acidic bitterness from her mouth. By the time she raised the mug of tea to her lips it was cold. “Thank you, Adam. For everything.” Her eyes met his in the mirror as he came up behind her to wrap his arms around her middle. “No thanks is necessary. This feels like a dream come true.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I... I don’t think that I’ve been this happy in a long time. I know that we’ve had our issues, but I love you. I have for years. Even when we broke up, I can’t stop. Even if I wanted to.”

“I love you too.” And she did. She might not know where she stands with him right now, she might not want to be labelled as his girlfriend right now, but she does love him. Dating after Adam was hard because she was always comparing them. No matter who they were or how much she tried to stop it, none of them came even close to the bar that Adam had raised. “C’mon,” he kissed the crown of her head, “let’s go to bed, we’ve got work in the morning and you might wake up a few more times in the night.” She smiled softly as he guided her towards her bedroom.

They hadn’t moved in together, but they were looking for a place. Three bedrooms. One for the baby, and one per adult. Adam and Kim, they had such a dramatic history, that they weren’t actually sure how to handle it. They wanted to have this baby, they wanted to parent together, they just weren’t sure if they should be in a relationship while doing so. It was a complicated situation, but they were doing their best to make it work.

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The next day Kim was standing behind the desk at the 21st district. It was a... Unique change, because despite her bubbly personality, she’d managed to be grumpier than Trudy was behind the desk. It had absolutely nothing to do with the work, the officers, or the civilians, and everything to do with her pregnancy symptoms. Nausea and soreness kept her awake at night, causing her to be exhausted and in need of coffee, but she can’t have coffee! And on top of all that, people were constantly bringing food in that thrust her into a constant state of “if I don’t keep my mouth closed I’m going to hurl on everything in front of me, yes I have tried ginger ale, saltines, and ginger tea, and no, none of them have worked”. She was excited to be a mom but she was ready to behead somebody.

“Hey mama, how are you holding up?” Trudy, yes she was letting Kim call her by her first name now, had become her saving grace. Since Kim was covering the desk Trudy was free to do work in the back office and go on patrol. In return, Trudy was making sure Kim always water, Gatorade, and Polish beef barley soup (it was the only thing that didn’t make her hurl). “I haven’t disintegrated anyone with a glare today, so good.”

“Ha! Well, I brought another blue raspberry one for you. I’m gonna head out with Tay for the day since O’Donnel is out sick today.”

“I’m so glad that you were able to get her assigned to 21 again. I missed her.”

“Spare me the love fest, Burgess.” Her tone may have been snappy but the smile on her face and light in her eyes gave away just how happy she was. “Have a good day Sargent.”

“You too.”

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Hailey and Vanessa had been keeping her up to date with all the goofiness of intelligence. All the jokes and all the pranks. When they noticed that Kim looked like she was going to cry, scream, and throw up, they figured they should do something to cheer her up. And since nothing ridiculously funny was happening on its own, they decided to make it happen, with some inspiration from one Jim Halpert.

First, they decided to try one of Vanessa’s favourites. The vending machine prank. They grabbed all of the small knick-knacks from the guys’ desks (excluding Voight because they didn’t have a death wish) and convinced the vending machine guy to let them put them in the vending machine. Adam’s Groot bobblehead, name plaque, and Chicago Bears bouncy ball, in places C4, D2, and H7 respectively. Kevin’s Chicago Blackhawks hockey puck, large globe pencil sharpener, and small Chicago bears teddy bear, in places A6, I3, and F2. Jay’s magic 8 ball, Deadpool figurine, and ‘cereal killer’ spoon, in places G5, D9, and A3.

Second, they moved Kevin’s desk into the bathroom. Phones, computers all plugged in. And aside from the items in the vending machine, all were where they normally were on Kevin’s desk. Vanessa even placed all of his files in order and each spine of the folder a couple of centimetres forward each level. So it looked kind of like a staircase made of folders, and that was how he always did it, according to Vanessa. That earned the dark-haired woman a knowing chuckle from Hailey who, Vanessa reminded, really didn’t have room to talk.

Third, they moved Jay’s desk into the corner of the bullpen, where Al’s used to be, and put a large navy blanket over it. Figuring that was enough to keep his desk out of sight. Together, with some scrap wood from one bewildered Matt Casey, they wrapped the pieces of wood together in such a way that they imitated a desk, a chair, a computer monitor, a phone (that one was a pain), his file divider, pencil cup, pencils and pens, and stacks of files. They were both so proud when the got to look at the finished product.

Fourth, Hailey had gone to a hardware store and gotten a spool of red wire. She plugged on end into Adam’s monitor before placing the wiring with tape along the front of his desk, the floor, all around the edge of the break room, out into the bullpen again, before going down the hallway to the interrogation room, up the wall across from the gun safes, attached to a plastic tub filled with neon coloured ping pong balls. This one went a little off-script, but they were both excited to see how it would turn out.

Fifth and finally, they took the containers out of the fridge that they had made first so that the contents would have time to solidify. Taking off the lids of the three containers, the two women flipped them over quickly onto plates. Thankfully the jello stayed completely intact, each confection clearly showing the mugs inside.

Giggling they stood back and high fived, feeling good and excited for the next day. A heavy cough interrupted them from their internal praise and sense of accomplishment. “Sargent. Hi. What are you doing here so late? We don’t have a case.”

“I was about to ask you two ladies the same thing Upton.” The two women looked at each other and sighed, knowing they were caught, Hailey answered.

“We were setting up pranks for the guys.”

“Don’t you two think that’s a bit childish?”

“It’s to cheer Kim up. She’s been so stressed, and the pregnancy symptoms have been so awful that we thought she needed a good laugh. Plus, it’s not like the guys will get mad at us. Adam and Kevin will go puppy-eyed once they realize this was all for Kim, and Jay’s in love with Hailey so he won’t be mad at her, and he can’t be mad at me if he isn’t mad at her since we came up with all of this together.”

“Hey! He doesn’t... Whatever,” she muttered when she saw the look Voight gave her, “Plus, we didn’t do anything that involved your office, your stuff, or you.”

“... Alright. At least there’ll be some entertainment to distract from the boredom of spending all day doing paperwork. Now get out of here, get some sleep, you have to be back here in five hours.”

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“... Where is my desk?”

“Forget that, why is mine wrapped up like some kind of present?”

“Mine looks fine... But different? Does that even make sense?”

“I’m gonna need coffee if I’m gonna deal with whatever th fuck this is.”

“Start a big pot, Kev.”

“Hey what is this red wire? And duct tape?”

“It’s a computer, Ruzek. It has wires.”

“Thank you for your sarcasm Rojas, but seriously, what is going on? And why are your and Hailey’s desks normal?” Hailey pulled out her phone and started recording Adam as he unplugged the red wire and pulling it up. The duct tape came up with a sticky ripping sound. Everyone watched closely and angeled themselves to get a better look as the tape lifted up from the bullpen floor and continued into the breakroom, Adam growled in frustration as he exited the breakroom pulling the wire up just after he had entered and gone in a circle. Everyone followed him curiously as he went down the hall to the interrogation room, just as Jay was about to shout out an agitated question, the tape went up the wall. When Adam gave a final tug, the last bit of tape came off the wall, but he’d also pulled the rest of the wire, at what it was connected to, down to him. Causing started gasps and shouts from the guys as 100 neon ping-pong balls rained down from the ceiling all over them. “Okay seriously, what was that?!” Hailey, Vanessa, and Voight were all in the background enjoying the show.

“Wait, wait... Do you hear that?” The shouts stopped and everyone strained their ears to listen to what Kevin was pointing out. A desk phone ringing. From the men’s bathroom. Voight subtly took Hailey’s phone to continue the recording. “What the hell?!” Kevin, Adam, and Jay had found Kevin’s desk in the bathroom. Looking confused as hell he looked to his brothers before picking up the phone. “... Hello? Oh, hi Vinessa. Listen I’m gonna have to call you back, something’s going on at work. I love you okay? Say ‘hi’ to auntie for me... Okay, I’ll tell Kim you say ‘hi’. Bye.” He hung up the phone before sitting down and stretching his arms out over his desk. Almost nothing is out of place. “What the ACTUAL fuck?! And where is my hockey puck?!”

“Okay, now I’m even more curious as to why my desk is wrapped up like a birthday present.” Numbly nodding their heads all the men left the bathroom and cornered Jay’s desk. Vanessa had Hailey’s phone and she watched with her boss and roommate as they did their best not to blow their cover. Jay shook his head, puzzled at the state of his desk before putting his arm on his desk and plopping down in his chair... Everything immediately collapsed. Leaving the girls pushing back tears as Jay tried to stand up in the sea of slippery wrapping paper and wood. “Fucking hell someone please tell me that the coffee is done.” He looked like Bambi on ice trying to get up as Kevin hollered from the breakroom, “pot’s done! And thank fucking God for that! Hey! Why is my hockey puck in the vending machine?!” Hailey and Jay followed the crowd in last, Hailey having to help her partner get up. They entered and Adam looked like he was about to blow a gasket. “My name plaque! Groot! Who- Why would someone do this?!”

“Who the fuck put Deadpool in the vending machine?! And where is my desk?!”

Taking shaky breaths all the boys muttered the holy word; “coffee.” Kevin went to get the creamer when he stopped dead in his tracks. Three thuds later, and each of the boys’ favourite mugs were on the counter, floating in piss yellow jello. “Why is my mug in jello?”

“I washed these last night! First the ping-pong balls and now this?!” Adam reached into the jello and pulled his mug out, the jiggly substance still visible inside the mug. The two pranksters (and witness) burst into tear-jerking laughter. Hailey snatched her phone back and sloppily emailed the video to Kim before the boys could stop her. “O-oh - oh m-y- Fu- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“You two did this?!” The girls quickly got off the floor and hauled ass to the women’s bathroom. The lock clicked just as the guys reached the door. “Hey!”

“Get out here now!”

“What did we do to deserve this?!” Their voices were lost in a mixture of laughter and yelling. Hailey and Vanessa were curled up on the floor hugging their stomachs and each other as the laughter became painful.

Suddenly the yelling stopped, and their boss’ voice made it’s way to the two hyenas. “I think it’s time to explain, ladies.” They took deep breaths, their laughter finally coming to an end. They untangled themselves and stood up, but didn’t dare leave the sanctuary of the ladies’ room. “Kim’s been really sad lately. We wanted to cheer her up.”

“And you thought that pranking us was the best way to do it, Hailey?!”

“Yeah, Jay. We all get a kick from joking around now and then, and she’s told Vanessa and I numerous times that sending pics and videos of funny work mishaps brightens her day.”

“We just wanted her to smile again, guys. She constantly looks like she’s about to burst into tears or rip someone’s throat out with her teeth.”

“... Fair enough. I know that this has been hard for everyone, but Kim and I really appreciate your support.” The click of the lock and squeeze of the door had Jay looking into the delighted eyes of his favourite person and... he wasn’t angry. He’d calmed down when they were talking about Kim, but seeing Hailey smile? Really, truly smile? He’d do anything for that. Vanessa stepped out of the way, and into Kevin as Jay wrapped Hailey in his arms, tucking his face into the crook of her neck.

“Kim is my best friend.”

“Hey!”

“Shut it, Adam. Kim is my best friend. Thanks for caring about her.”

“Don’t thank me, it was really, really fun.” And just like that, the intense emotional mood was broken. Causing laughter, from everyone this time, to reign supreme.

“As much as I love this... I’ll call it team bonding and get HR paperwork on hand, we have a desk day today. And we all need to work. So let’s put Atwater and Halstead’s desks back in their rightful places.”

“Okay seriously, where did the two of you put my desk, Hails?”

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The signature footsteps of Trudy Platt raced up the stairs to the intelligence bullpen, drawing all eyes to her. “Can any of you explain why Kim had to excuse herself to the back room to roll on the floor laughing?”

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[dragonagethistle]

Into the Breach Ch. 3 - Martin and McCallum

Hiiiii! I know it’s been waaay too long, I’m sorry, At least this chapter is almost 5k words? Thanks for reading.

Read on AO3 here

Edit: I forgot to re-copy the text after I proof-read it and made some changes so here I am re-pasting the text. Not gonna bother going through to add the italics again.

Ch. 3

Rylen held his breath for only a moment before letting out a shaky sigh of relief as the soldiers cheered around him. The breach may not have been sealed, but it appeared much more stable after whatever the mage below had done to it. Men and women around him cheered and embraced one another, some dropped to their knees and thanked the maker for the reprieve from the demons that had been raining down from the skies.

“Andraste sent her, she must have.”

“A mage?”

“Who else could wield the power to stop the breach from expanding? The Maker’s Bride must have sent her!”

Rylen sheathed his sword as the murmurs filled the air around him and looked down from his ledge towards the mysterious women below. The mage had collapsed after exerting whatever ability allowed her to stabilize the rift. Her long, brown hair had come undone from its braid and much of it hung around her face, obscuring her features from Rylen’s view.

The woman who held her was even more unusual however. Rylen had watched as she lunged forward to catch the mage as she fainted and slowly fell to her knees, as if she couldn’t hold the other woman up alone. Her face was turned up towards the rift, it’s sickly green light tinting her pale skin from proximity. Even from a distance Rylen could see the smudged remnants of the kohl the woman had worn before all this, could see the tears that left tracks down her cheeks as she looked up at the rift. 

He noticed with curiosity that she did not appear to be wearing armor, and in fact her garments were like none he had seen in Thedas. One of her sleeves had been shredded and blood stained, her tight-fitting trousers were not of a material that he could identify from this distance, and she wore odd specticals rimmed in pink.

Rylen watched as Cassandra and another soldier moved to help life the mage and carry her away towards Haven and shook himself. There was still work to be done, bodies to collect and names to document, patrols to set, fortifications to renew. He sheathed his sword and went to work, eager to find his cot and some reprieve from days of fighting.

He felt like his head had only just hit the pillow when the voices of some of his men broke through the relative silence of his tent. 

“Oiy, Captain! Come and have a pint with us!”

Rylen groaned and pushed his head further into his pillow. From the sounds of it, the men were already a few pints in as they called to him. He folded his pillow over his head, trying to block out the sound but it seemed his men weren't leaving without him and he soon threw the covers off with a growl before stalking to the entrance of the tent and throwing the flap open to shoot a withering glare at the jovial men.

“Maker's Balls, haven't you ever heard of letting a man rest?” He demanded.

“Captain!” One of Cullen's personal runners - Jim, wasn't it - rocked back on his heels and clapped the back of the man nearest him. “Told you he'd come out! The world's either ending or being saved by the Herald. Either reason is worth a drink!”

Rylen crossed his arms and stared at the small group before him. They had a point and he was already awake now…

“Aye, all right, just let me throw my boots on. And you're all buying my drinks.”

He threw on his boots and a cloak to protect from the cold before joining the men and making their way towards the tavern Flissa had been running. The building was packed with more soldiers celebrating the day's victory. Varric sat on the bar top recounting the story of their battle to a group of eager young troops. A Bard stood off to one side, quietly singing a new song she had composed after the recent events of the conclave. The air was warm and the room felt comforting after days of fighting. Rylen felt some of the tension leave his shoulders as he downed his first mug of ale and leaned his back against the bar to observe the people around him.

His gaze soon fell on the stranger at the back of the room. She had tucked herself into a corner near the fire, sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest as she stared ahead at nothing. The odd, green garment she had been wearing before was now opened and draped over her shoulders, revealing a red plaid shirt beneath it. 

“They say she fell out of the breach, along with the Herald,” one of the men said as he noticed Rylen staring. “James says she's got pink hair. He thinks she's a demon.”

“Maker's Breath, man, d’you really think Cassandra would've taken her as far as the gates without realizing if she was a demon!”

“Maybe not,” the man shrugged and placed more coins on the bar top, signaling Flissa for two more drinks. “But whatever she is, Captain she's definitely not normal.”

Rylen eyed the stranger from across the room again. She had managed to remove most of the smudged kohl that had marked her face when he saw her at the temple, but she seemed haunted as she hugged her knees and stared into the flames. 

“Whatever she is,” Rylen echoed as Flissa placed two more mugs on the counter and he quickly plucked both of them. “She looks like she's in need of this more than you, mate,” and he set off towards her corner, ignoring the protests of the man behind him.

“You look like you could use this. Ah, sorry,” she hadn’t looked up at this approach and jerked in surprise as he spoke, green eyes flying wide in her surprise.

“No, it’s not you. I’ve always been jumpy as fuck, even before I got here,” she said. She settles back into her seat as she spoke but Rylen noticed almost none of the tension bled from her shoulders.

Rylen used a foot to pull out the chair across from her and offered one of the pints out to her. She glanced at it wearily and Rylen shrugged before setting it on the table between them and taking a pull from his own mug.

“Before you got here? And where were you before Haven?”

She rolled her eyes and leaned back in her seat but her lips quirked upwards as she answered. “Not Haven. Look, I thought I was done with the interrogation portion of today.”

Rylen chucked and held up his hands in surrender. “All right, lass. I’ll lay off. Can I at least get a name from you?”

“Any name?” she answered with another smirk and Rylen laughed.

“Yours would be preferable, unless you’d rather be called ‘lass’ all night,” he winked and she looked away, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. “My name is Rylen McCallum.”

“I know who you are, Captain. I’m Farrada Martin - call me Farra.”

“Well then, Farra, how is it that you already know who I am?” he took another drink of his ale and nodded toward her tankard. “If you’re not going to drink that, I really ought to return it to the soldier that paid for it.”

She stuck her tongue out at him before she answered. Spirited lass, this one.

“One, interrogating again. Two, I just pay attention, sir. There can’t be too many Captains walking around with tattoos on their face,” she drew two fingers down his chin for emphasis as she spoke. “And three, I don’t drink on an empty stomach.”

Rylen raised a brow at that. “Y’know, Farra, that last one is easily solved in the tavern.”

She frowned, avoiding his gaze again as her cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment. “Not um… Not without the proper currency. I told you, I’m not from here.”

“Where then? Orlais perhaps?”

She laughed at that. “Oh, fuck no! Do I look or sound Orlesian? And know that if you don’t say no I’ll be insulted.”

“No, you’re right there, lass. So then I take it you came to the tavern in search of some poor fool who would be so enchanted by your beauty, he would empty his coin purse to fill your belly?”

She shot a glare at him before scrunching her eyes shut and sticking out her tongue at his teasing.

“You should really put that away if you don’t intend to use it, lass,” he warned with another wink and this time she blushed in earnest.

“If I really wanted someone to take pity on my poor, unfed self, don’t you think I would be at the bar instead of hiding at the back of the room? I just needed to get away from Solas and Adan’s bickering.”

Rylen frowned at that. “Has the mage not woken still?”

“Selina. And no, she won’t for a couple days,” Farrada muttered as she shook her head. “Anyway, you mentioned food? I believe I recall someone mentioning food.”

Rylen chucked and downed the rest of his ale before standing. “Aye, I suppose I could be moved to find you some supper. Stay here?” his voice rose in tone as he spoke, half worried if he let her out of his sight she would disappear.

Farra’s whole face seemed to light as she smiled up at him, but he was struck most by her eyes, vibrantly green like moss after rain.

“I promise.”

He moved through the semi-crowded tavern back to the bar. One of the men who had convinced him to leave his tent rushed up before he could catch Flissa’s attention and spoke quickly under his breath.

“Captain, what is she? What did she say? Does she really have pink hair? Did she try to offer you anything? Sir, you should really Silence her-”

“Jim!” Rylen cut the man off, unsure if he wanted to laugh or berate the man. “She’s just some poor soul misplaced by this Maker-damned war just like any other refugee. There’s no need to break out the pitchforks and call in the Templars.”

Jim looked skeptical but turned back to his fellow soldiers, leaving Rylen in peace to order two servings of the stew the tavern was serving for supper. He hadn’t realized how starved he was until ordering their food. After all, in all the chaos following the Conclave and the days of fighting the demons that poured from the Breach, when was the last time he had stopped to eat?

Flissa soon brought out two steaming servings of lamb stew with two generous portions of bread. With a few extra coins and a “thanks, love” for her troubles, Rylen turned to find his way back to Farra.

She had completely shed her coat and partially unbuttoned the red plaid shirt she wore, revealing a low-cut black shirt underneath and a generous amount of the pale curves beneath. She still wore her black knitted cap but even in the low light of the tavern he could see the color in her cheeks from her warmth.

“Y’know, lass, you’d be a lot more comfortable if you took off your cap,” Rylen said as he set their food on the table and resumed his seat across from her. 

“Less warm, maybe, but definitely not more comfortable. And I thought the whole point of you convincing me to tell your my name was so that you wouldn’t have to call me ‘lass’ all night,” she said with a smirk.

“I could stop if you like,” Rylen offered.

“I never said that…”

They fell into a comfortable silence as they both started on their suppers, Farrada occasionally humming happily as she ate. Rylen fought to ignore the exhaustion creeping into his mind as the warm stew filled his empty stomach. Farrada’s face suddenly lit in another grin as she caught sight of something over his shoulder.

“Varric!” 

‘Well, if it isn’t our own little Seer,” Varric’s deep voice booked over the lull of the tavern noise. “And Rylen! I’m surprised you’re still upright after the days you’ve had.”

“Oh, I never have a problem staying upright,” Rylen said with another wink towards Farrada, who giggled in response. He found himself smiling at the almost musical quality of her laughter.

“What brings you two together this evening?” Varric asked as he slung himself into a seat next to Farrada.

“My men claimed there was a demon in our midst, I had to investigate for myself of course,” Rylen said, but Farra’s face paled and fear was in her eyes. He frowned and quickly apologized but Varric paid him no attention.

“Speaking of, kid, I need you to settle a bet for me,” he said, leaning towards Farrada with one eyebrow raised. She turned to give him her full attention and he continued. “You don’t actually have pink hair, do you?”

Farrada matched his wry smirk and reached for the tankard Rylen had set out for her, taking a gulp before answering. “Tell you what. I’ll settle your bet if you tell me about the Champion.”

“Y’know, there’s conveniently a book all about her exploits so you don’t have to bother the dwarf for answers.”

“Yes, but then I would be deprived of your wonderfully unique voice, master dwarf,” she said with a grin.

Varric cast a glance to Rylen and shot back with a smirk, “I’m sure if you asked nicely you could get someone with a lovely brogue to tell you the story.”

“Oh, I suppose,” Rylen sighed theatrically. “But I am not doing the voices.”

Farrada turned pink and shot flashed a glare towards both men. “Shut up, I didn’t… Just, shut up. Varric, c’mon. You know hearing about Hawke from you is vastly superior to reading about her.”

Varric smiled and leaned back in his seat. “Fine, but about that bet…”

Farrada nodded and took a larger pull of her ale, grimacing as she did. “Ugh. I think I would’ve preferred mead. And fine, it’s not like I can keep it hidden forever.”

She pulled her knitted cap from her head before quickly running her fingers through her short hair in an attempt to re-fluff her flattened locks. It was indeed bright pink, but as odd as the unnatural color was it was undeniably suited to her. It nearly matched the blush in her cheeks, and somehow the vivid pink surrounding her face emphasized her pale green eyes even more.

‘Well, I’ll be a nug’s uncle,” Varric said, chuckling and shaking his head in disbelief.

“Sorry, Varric,” Farrada said with a shrug. “With all the weird shit you saw today, you really should’ve known better than to bet against more weirdness. At least where it involves me.”

“You’re right. This still doesn’t top your whole ‘seeing the future’ shit though.”

“Ah, what’s this?” Rylen asked but Farrada shushed him, waving a hand in his direction as she glared at Varric.

“Nothing, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Now - bet settled, I believe that makes it story time!”

“I suppose I’ll take my leave then,” Rylen said as he started to rise from his seat. 

“Cap - Rylen… Stay, please?” Farrada’s brows furrowed as she looked up at him. Varric raised an eyebrow and glanced between the two as Rylen shrugged and sat back down.

“As you wish.”

“Well then, if we’re all settled in?” Varric asked. Farrada nodded eagerly and wiggled as she sank back further into her chair.

“Marian Hawke was one of the wittiest, most sarcastic Apostates I had ever met. Even from the first time I laid eyes on her, she seemed to permanently have a smirk fixed on her face and her bright blue eyes always sparkled with an unspoken joke…”

As Varric went on about his adventures with Marian Hawke and how they recruited their merry band of misfits, Rylen continually found his gaze pulled to the woman seated across from him. She became more animated as she got further into her ale and began to let some of her guard down. She laughed more, and she was so engrossed in the dwarf’s story telling that she never noticed Rylen simply sitting back and taking in every detail of her.

Her short hair was flattened from spending the day concealed under her knitted cap, but sections remained almost stubbornly wavy. Rylen found his gaze pulled down once more to the hint of curves revealed by her unbuttoned shirt, but frowned once he spotted the thin scar curving over her heart. She moved her right hand up and ran her fingers through her hair, a copper ring on her third finger glinting in the firelight. He glanced at her left hand for a matching ring announcing that she was married, but none of the three rings she bore on that hand were on her ring finger. He wondered what their significance was to her. Commoners did not tend to wear jewelry, and while she did not appear to be a noble she wore four rings between both hands: copper and silver rings with intricate, braided knotwork, a gold fox wrapped around her thumb, and a small, silver ring set with a gem he did not recognize.

So much of her was pink: her flower-pink hair, her unusually large glasses, her small lips… Even her cheeks were easy to flush with the color. She may be human, but the more Rylen took her in the more he felt sure she was not a creature of this world.

By the time Varric reached the moment Hawke recruited the elf Fenris into her merry band of misfits, Farrada was visibly struggling to keep her eyes open. Varric let out a deep chuckle and clapped a broad hand on her back, causing her to jerk up with a quiet “shit!”

“I think we’ll leave it there tonight, Farra,” he said as he picked up his own drink and stood from the table. “I trust you can see her home, Rylen?”

“Aye, I’m long overdue for bed myself,” Rylen said as he stretched and stood, body aching from the prolonged battle. “Shall we?”

She hesitated before placing a hand on his outstretched arm to help her up. The moment she was fully off her seat her hand was gone as she reached both arms up and arched her back, wincing at her own aches and pains. She wordlessly buttoned her shirt closed before wrapping herself in her green coat and a long, blue and gray scarf he hadn’t seen before. 

“Not a fan of the cold, I take it?” Rylen asked as they walked out of the tavern and into the night.

“Nope,” Farrada replied before sighing heavily, shoulders sagging as she did. “But I guess I’m gonna have to suck it up as long as I’m stuck here.”

“Stuck? Oh, c’mon now lass. It can’t be all that bad now can it?” She shot a cynical look towards him, one eyebrow raised. “Well, the company isn’t all that terrible is it?”

He caught a glimpse of the small smile he’d earned before she turned away. It was a short walk to the cabin she shared with the Herald. She unlocked the door and turned to say goodnight but froze as Rylen closed the gap between them.

“Farra…” He murmured her name as he reached up with one hand to thread his fingers in her hair. He was surprised to feel a section of her hair had been buzzed near the nape of her neck, but his fingers found purchase and her eyelids fluttered shut as a shudder ran through her.

But before he could close the remaining space between them, her green eyes opened again and her felt her shift as one hand reached behind her for the door.

“Good night, Captain,” she said. 

Before he could reply she stepped out of his grasp and through the door to her quarters, shutting it behind her quickly and leaving Rylen alone in the night with the faint smell of vanilla and honey in the air.

---

Rylen woke alone and sore in his tent the following morning, simultaneously thankful for and cursing his own internal alarm. He knew it wouldn’t do for the Commander’s second to be late to morning drills, but after the prolonged fight following the explosion at the Conclave his entire body ached.

He sat up with a sigh, dragging a rough hand down the stubble on his face. Sunlight had yet to break through the opening of his tent so he went through his morning routine at a slower pace that his usual, taking the extra time to apply elfroot salve to the worst of his bruises.

Exhaustion still hung heavily over Rylen, and he found himself clinging to routine as the day progressed. Drills at dawn, a quick breakfast before more drills through noon, lunch with Commander Cullen as he helped the man pour over seemingly endless reports. Things had become more tense leading up to the events of the Conclave but Rylen suddenly found himself grateful for the long hours they had all been running before the explosion. The day was easier for him with the established routine he could practically walk through without thought.

That routine was disrupted partially through the afternoon when she came into view again. He nearly failed to recognize her as she walked by him. She had changed out of her odd, foreign clothes into light leather armor that clung to her curves in a way that all too unfairly emphasized the flare of her hips and her small waist. But she still wore the same sage green boots and black knit cap as she had when they met the night before.

Rylen had nearly forgotten about his encounter with Farrada. In his state of exhaustion he had simply thrown himself into his duties as Captain without a thought. But as she walked past the rows of Inquisition soldiers and out of sight over the hill, he felt drawn to seek her out, if only to see what the woman was doing with the staff she had been carrying.

He turned back to his men and corrected the technique of several of the newer soldiers before approaching the Commander.

“Commander Cullen,” Rylen said with a salute. “Permission to go check on our visitor, ser?”

Cullen’s brows furrowed at his clipboard as he frowned. “I believe the Herald’s quarters are cramped enough with Solas and Adam looking after them. And last I heard they were still unconscious from their efforts with the breach.”

“Aye, that she is. But I meant her civilian friend that just strode down to the lake.”

Cullen quirked an inquisitive eyebrow at his friend but did not prod. “All right,” he agreed, rolling his head in an attempt to loosen muscles that ached from hours bent over a clipboard. “In all honestly I could use a break from staring at these reports. I’ll send a runner if I have need of you.”

“Much appreciated,” Rylen said.

He pivoted away and crested the hill, stopping to watch Farrada as he decided if he should approach. Her back was towards him as she twirled an unadorned staff over each hand before, catching it and flipping it back the other way. She didn’t seem to be using the staff to channel any magic - in fact, the staff itself was plain wood that did not seem capable of such uses. He frowned and cautiously used Silence on her.

She was completely unaffected.

Seemingly satisfied with the weight of the weapon, Farrada began to go through the movements of an unfamiliar form. She thrust the staff forward, then stepped back and moved it downwards to block some imaginary strike.

Rylen started down the hill in her direction, calling out when she didn’t look up at his approach. “Y’know, lass, if you’re hoping to fight in this war you’re going to want something better than a staff.”

“Mother fu-” Farrada’s shoulders instantly stiffened as she turned to face him, swinging her staff up in a maneuver that would have caught him between the legs had he been any closer.

“Stand down, lass” Rylen chuckled as he threw his palms up in surrender. “Didn’t I see you with a sword yesterday? You’d stand a better chance in the army with a blade.”

“I’m not enlisting,” She spun the staff and tucked it behind her but her posture remained tense - was she always so rigid?

“All right, no one’s saying you have to. So then why are you out here training by yourself?”

“Your… Things are more dangerous here than they are where I’m from,” Farrada said with a frown. “I picked up that sword because it was the only thing in reach and I didn’t want to die. But if the worst happens and I have to fight with a person rather than a demon… Hurt rather than maim, maim rather than kill.”

Her frown deepened as she spoke, and the change in her cadence made Rylen wonder what exactly she had been reciting.

“Well, if you really want to stand a chance in a fight, you need to spar with a real person and not just the wind.”

Farrada hesitated, glancing up the hill in the direction of the Inquisition’s soldiers still running their own drills. “Are they using sharp or dulled blades?”

“Oh, I wasn’t offering you a recruit. You’ll hardly be able to learn anything there. And I assure you, this is a training blade - it won’t draw blood unless you try really hard.”

Farrada gave him a dry smirk as she swung her staff back out to a ready position. “You’d be surprised, Captain. I’ve had my skin broken by a dull blade before.”

“I guess you’ll just have to block me first then,” Rylen said as he drew the dulled shortsword he used for sparring with the troops.

He started out easy on her, telegraphing his moves and swinging wide on his attacks to give her more time to react. She was timid in her defense and focused too much on blocking his strikes without returning any of her own. She knew to watch his center for movements rather than his sword though, and soon Rylen stopped telegraphing to see if she could still keep up.

“You’re pulling your punches, Farra. Every block should feel like a strike of its own.”

She glared at him, green eyes flashing in irritation but she followed his instructions and suddenly every strike she blocked made his sword hilt vibrate in his palm. 

As the sound of the soldiers training died down, Farrada began to wince in pain with every move. Her jaw tightened and her whole stance became more rigid until Rylen finally took a step back and sheathed his sword.

“You did well, lass. Next time it would do you well to strike back, you can’t just defend all… Farra?”

Her knuckles were white against her staff and she was staring down. Her shoulders were stiff and high as always, but her right shoulder was jerking in a way that looked both uncomfortable and involuntary. He stepped closer and placed a hand on her shoulder and for once she didn’t shy away. 

He could feel it now - the joint slipping in and out of its socket, the unsettling crunch of bone against bone, the slight tremor running through her as the pain set in.

“Maker’s breath, Farrada… Why didn’t you say something?”

“If you were my enemy you wouldn’t stop just because I’m already broken,” her voice was strained as she spoke.

Slowly, gingerly, Rylen placed his hands on either side of her right shoulder. He laced his fingers together over the joint and applied pressure until the spasms started to calm down with the joint trapped in place. Tears sprang to Farrada’s eyes as she sagged against him, burying her face against his shoulder.

“My mom is the only other person who’s ever managed to stop it. Thank you.”

“Next time you get this bad in training, you stop and go to a healer. Understood?”

“They’re all busy with Selina and the soldiers wounded after the breach, I can’t just -”

Rylen cut her off, placing a hand on either shoulder and pushing her an arms length away to better meet her gaze. “You stop and go see a healer or I drag you to one myself. Am I understood?”

His tone left no room for arguing so Farrada simply nodded in answer. Rylen sighed and dragged a hand down his face.

“I should get back to my duties. If you’re serious about wanting to defend yourself, you know where to find a sparring partner.”

“Thank you,” she murmured before turning and heading back up the hill towards Haven.

Rylen moved back towards the Commander’s tent to ensure his friend had eaten and made a mental note to ask Adan what he could do for whatever put Farrada in so much pain as soon as the Herald was up and about. Even as he drifted off that night, he found himself thinking of the pain in Farrada’s face and worrying how long she would last in this war pushing herself the way she had today. He hoped he wouldn’t have to find out soon and for the second time in as many nights, Rylen drifted off into the Fade picturing her green eyes and playful smirk.

#Into the breach #MGIT #Thistle writes #my OCs #Farrada Martin #Selina Netting #Rylen #Dragon Age #Dragon Age Inquisition #DA:I #DAI #slow burn

[out-of-the-embers]

Day 23 - Lily

(Trigger Warnings: Referenced/implied death)

9:41 Dragon, Haven

The sight of a large chantry accompanied by the smoke of many campfires greeted them a week later.

Whatever worry Raphael had about stepping foot on the main road that led to the small town called Haven flew out of his mind as he tried to hurry down the steep hill they had been trudging on for the last hour. He barely caught himself from falling face first into the heavy snow once he reached the bottom, and a nug squeaked in surprise before it ran away into the trees.

He breathed heavily as the other exhausted hunters joined him.

“Maker,” one of them murmured. “We fucking did it.”

“Let’s not declare victory just yet, yeah?” someone replied. “With our luck, we’ll probably get attacked by a demon nug just as we’re about to get there.”

They had been about to argue among themselves when Raphael spoke. “It’s safe here. They wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.”

Even though Raphael was eager to run the rest of the way to the town, the exhaustion that seemed to have settled deep into his bones forced him to settle for a somewhat brisk pace. Anything faster than that, and he’d risk collapsing onto the freezing ground.

The rest of the group wasn’t faring any better - weeks without decent sleep and proper nourishment had left them all very weak, and their clothes were significantly looser than when they had first left Redcliffe.

“This inquisition better be worth it,” murmured a woman behind him. “We better not have lost two good men for nothing.”

Silence settled over the group as they continued to walk the rest of the way.

Leaving the two hunters among all the carnage and right next to their killer had not been an option. They had struggled to carry their bodies off of the highway and into the woods, but they had found comfort in knowing that the two men were now resting where they belonged, surrounded by trees and soft earth.

No one had mentioned them again until now.

They hesitated when they heard the distinct sounds of shouting and  clashing metal, only relaxing when they realized the noise came from a large group of soldiers who were apparently sparring. A blond man clad in heavy armor and a fur cloak observed their every move, shouting out orders whenever someone made a mistake.

Raphael slowed to a halt as his gaze slid to the sky, vaguely aware of the hushed curses and gasps from the people around him.

An enormous rip in the atmosphere seemed to be swirling into itself, sending out unnatural flashes of green light streaking through the blue sky.

He had heard vivid descriptions and wild stories, but it was nothing compared to actually seeing the breach in person.

His heart began to pound in his chest at the intrusive sight. Where was Lily?

“...more refugees!”

“Are you all arriving from Redcliffe as well?”

Raphael turned to find a dark haired woman with cropped hair walking up to them, along with a few soldiers on either side of her. There was an air of authority around her, and he assumed she was one of the people who was in charge of the town.

Her sharp features softened as she spoke to one of the hunters in the group. She took a moment to survey them one by one, jotting down a few notes on a clipboard before finally turning to look up at him.

Raphael tensed when she frowned at him, her hazel eyes narrowing slightly for a moment before she wrote down some more notes. She looked as if she was about to ask him something when another soldier ran up to her. “Seeker Pentaghast, the Commander needs help with one of the soldiers - ”

Raphael narrowed his eyes at her as she sighed.

“Jim?”

The soldier nodded and saluted when she dismissed him with a nod.

So she was the one who had kept Lily prisoner.

“Please show them to the apothecary and the clinic,” she said to the soldier next to her before turning back to face them. “Our healer Adan is still expecting some supplies, but please make yourselves comfortable - he will be able to tend to your injuries soon enough.”

She glanced up at Raphael again with the same inquisitive look in her eyes before walking towards the group of training soldiers.

The town was tense but somehow homey as the soldier led them to some small cabins. He stepped inside one of them to hand over the Seeker’s notes to someone and then led them inside a cabin filled with many cots.

The warmth of the fireplace instantly enveloped Raphael and he was seriously tempted to just lay down and sleep. He took a seat on one of the cots on the far end on the cabin, nearly overcome with exhaustion and shook his head when one of the hunters asked him if he wanted to join them in the tavern.

It wasn’t until his eyes snapped open a little while later that he realized he had fallen asleep. He clambered up from the cot, leaving his bag behind and stepped out of the clinic.

He hadn’t heard any mention of Lily yet, and he had no idea what he would even say to her.

Would she even want to talk to him after not hearing from him for so long?

Unsure of what to do, he glanced towards the chantry, only to do a double-take when he spotted a young woman walking out of it.

There was something familiar about her as she looked up at the sky, and it wasn’t until he heard someone greet her as “Herald” that it suddenly dawned on him. He shouted her name before he could stop himself, watching as she hesitated mid-step and he found himself stumbling towards her as she turned towards his direction.

He slowed to a stop as she looked up at him warily.

She was the spitting image of his Aunt Edith.

Her mother.

“Are you one of the refugees who arrived earlier? Are you hurt?” She took a step closer as she took in his disheveled appearance and froze in place before looking up at him with wide eyes.

He smiled at her, joy overcoming whatever exhaustion he had been feeling as he looked back at her.

“Lily.”

HE DID IT GUYS :D

I won’t be writing about the conversation that follows since I already wrote about it in Reunions, which you can read here if interested. :)

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#my writing #Raphael Trevelyan #dragon age #march madness fic 2019 #this one got away from me too #oh well #queue

[athenril-of-kirkwall]

For DWC, how about “You can’t just leave like this.” for your m!Adaar/Cassandra?

I think that’s meant to be an angst prompt but I’m going to exercise my humour-writing muscles instead, by your leave :P

m!Adaar/Cassandra, “You Can’t Just Leave Me Like This” (AO3)

“I’m going to lodge a complaint to the next Divine,” Qakarsaid.

Cassandra raised her eyebrow. “By all means. I’ll consider it with all the attention it is due.”

“I’m withdrawing my endorsement,” he grumbled.

“You are entirely free to catch up with Jim and retract yourown missive the moment Healer Adan clears you to leave your bed, assuming you’re fit to ride a horse,” the Seeker commented as she turned away from the Inquisitor, picking up her copy of The Tale of the Champion: Legacy of Blood and pretending to read it disinterestedly.

“Cassandra, get me out of this thing!”, Qakar bellowed, shaking with all of his considerable might against his sickbed, and especially the massive cast which was wrapped around his leg and tied to the ceiling.

“You, the Herald of Andraste, Leader of the Inquisition,” Cassandra scolded Qakar, slapping him on his shoulder with her book, “will stop acting like a child!”

Wincing in pain, albeit nothing compared to the agony which his leg had undergone recently, he muttered, “Fine. But I’ve been in thisblighted thing for half a week already, Cassandra, and all I’ve been able to see is these four walls and the light coming into that window. I’m going stir crazy in here, Cass.”

“Well,” Cassandra huffed, “let that be a lesson to you, and let that lesson sink in the next time you chase after a high dragon all by yourself.”

“What was I supposed to do, let it terrorise the Storm Coast? I’ve been informed by Josephine that the news has already gotten as far as Nevarra. I thought you’d be happy!”

Her eyes narrowed. “Wait, are you saying you chased after aVinsomer on my account?”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous. That’s not…well…it was one of the reasons, I suppose.”

“Am I supposed to be charmed?”, she asked sceptically.

Qakar shrugged his shoulders as much as he could in his position. “It would be appreciated if you were at least half as enthusiastic as Bull was once we brought it down.”

“You qunari…I beg your pardon…Vashoth and your obsessions. Why did you think you needed to scale the sharp rocks on that island to get up close to it, especially since your specialty is long-range attacks?”

“Hold up, you come from a family of dragonslayers. I thoughtyou might empathise.”

“Naturally,” Cassandra said, nonplussed. “Countless Pentaghasts throwing themselves needlessly at dragon nests and gettingthemselves eaten, or worse. Generations of foolishness only interrupted by growing bellies and sloth. How utterly noble.”

“I suppose I can rule out jealousy then.”

“Absolutely,” Cassandra said.

Pouting a little, he pressed on, “Agitated concern?”

Inhaling sharply, she put the book down on the side-table next to Qakar’s finished lunch none too gently. “Why must you treat everything with such flagrant flippancy, Inquisitor?”

“I’m alive, aren’t I?”

“That you are, and with a broken leg from falling off Dragon Island and unable to conduct any of the Inquisition’s business for a wholeweek. Don’t you care about your life at all? Why can’t you ever take anything about it seriously?”

Locking his eyes with Cassandra, Qakar said, “I absolutelydo, Cassandra. I’ve treasured every day since you decided not to execute me at Haven, and that’s why I’m just so frustratedat being tied to this damned thing. I made a mistake, and I’m sorry.”

Cassandra exhaled, turning back to him a little lessagitated. “Well, at least you seem like you’re learning your lesson. If it’swhat it takes to get you not to breakyour leg fighting a dragon, I shall accompany you the next time you go outhunting them.”

“Why, are you not content playing nursemaid here?”

“And just when I thought you were making progress. Verywell, if you wish to pout and bemoan the injustice of your circumstances, Ishall leave you to it,” Cassandra said, packing her book away and standing upto leave.

“Wait-Cassandra-Please, come on, you can’t leave me herelike this!” he begged.

“I believe I can, and I will,” she said, reaching for thedoor.

“All right, all right, you’re right. I’ll act like anadult,” he conceded. “Please, just stay here a while. You’re the first personI’ve had a chance to talk to besides Adan and our advisors, and all I’ve doneis complain at you. I’m sorry.”

“Very well,” Cassandra said, turning away from the door. “Isuppose I could stay for a while. It is not as though I have much to do for therest of the day. What would you like to do?”

Qakar sighed. “Not much, as you can tell. Is that one ofVarric’s books?”

“Indeed it is. I had to withdraw a whole twelve sovereignsand nine silvers from the Seekers’ funds, as they were, just to track down thisvolume. And just to find out that he knew about Corypheus all along! It isutterly galling.”

“You’ll forgive him one day.”

“One day, perhaps,” she said. “While I am here, shall I readsome of it to you? Varric always says these things sound better when spoken outloud.”

Qakar raised an eyebrow. “Now who’s acting nursemaid?”

“Do you want me to read it or not?”

He meekly conceded, waving at her to start. She sat down,opening the novel to where she’d left off, tracing the rows with her fingertipsto find the exact spot.

“And so I told Gerav, ‘Thisis Hawke, the one whose blood you want to drink or bathe in or whatever. But ifyou’re after eternal youth, I’ve gotta tell you, Hawke’s no virgin’…”

She let loose a disgusted sigh. “This is why I prefer hisother work. At least he’s deprived of the ability to make himself the smartestman in the room at every opportunity.”

“Don’t stop on his account. At least this way you’re thesmartest woman in the room.”

Cassandra gently slapped his shoulder with the back of herfingers. “You charmer.”

“Charms, Lady Seeker, come second to seeing the obvioustruth, even if it is…difficult sometimes.”

“Shall I give you more chances to try your charms, or shallI continue?” she asked, folding her arms and looking back down on the page.“Ugh, yet another fight scene. I swear he’s paid by the word sometimes. I thinkI’ll skip it, by your leave.”

“I can think of something else we could do while you werehere,” Qakar said.

“Oh?”, Cassandra asked suspiciously.

Gesturing over to himself, he said, “I have to whisper it inyour ear, though.”

Groaning, she leant over, and no sooner had she come closein did he kiss her on the check. As she pulled away, astonished, she noticedthe smirk spreading across his face.

“Oh, behave yourself!”, she shouted, unable to keep mirthfrom rising in her voice.

“I thought you were giving me another chance?”, he askedinnocently.

“So I was,” she said, “but then again, you’re to stay offthat leg.”

“I promise. Just stay a while, will you?”

“For you, my love?” Cassandra asked, saying, “Anything.”

And she leant in and kissed him, leaving the book on thenightstand.

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Okay, reblog means you're up for this right? Slow burn/fake date/enemies to lovers: 1) Side characters edition - Harritt, Adan, Scout Jim. Alternately 2) Bad guys edition - Corypheus, Samson, Calpernia.

Yep I’m up for it!1)Slow burn: scout JimFake date: Harriet (it would be hilarious) Enemies to lovers: Adan (he is so grumpy) 2) I mean?? Idk? I prefer not? Slow burn: Samson Fake date: corypheusEnemies to lovers: Calpernica

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