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carelessgraces · 3 years

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as promised ( threatened? ), the massive grishaverse info post —

HISTORY

PRE-SERIES. Witch, they called her, drüsje, but the woman paid them no mind; she smiled and bared her teeth when someone stared too long, laughed loudly and with abandon, and for all the men who whispered that she was a demon made flesh, there was one willing to test that theory — newly married, visiting his wife’s family from the Wandering Isle. For weeks they remained together, the world outside forgotten in favor of one another’s insatiable hunger, until his wife called for the drüskelle, certain that her husband had been bewitched. There was no magic; he had simply fallen in love. But Veronika knew better than to test her luck, and so she left Elling. By the time she returned to Djerholm, she knew she wasn’t traveling alone.

The child was born Asta Viktoria Grim, and she inherited her Kaelish father’s copper hair and her drüsje mother’s power. The water around her would sing to her, and even as a child, Asta found that it would do as she asked — until Veronika took her little hands one day and kissed her palms and made her promise never to tell a soul what she could do. The neighbors already looked at them strangely: Veronika had never married, and passed her own name to her daughter. She worked, maintaining the little household on her own. When the windows needed fixing, or the door creaked on its hinges, Veronika fixed it herself. The daughter, whose illegitimacy would certainly haunt her, was unlikely to grow up much different. There was no need for them to look further. There was no need for little Asta to give them anything else to look at.

For nineteen years, mother and daughter were at peace in Djerholm, despite the way the neighbors looked at them, but Asta — who had inherited her father’s temper and pride along with his hair, and who had been encouraged by her mother’s independence — wanted more. In her loneliness and naivety, she confided in a friend, who she believed would keep her secret. ( She knew it was a risk, but friends trusted one another, didn’t they? He would know she would never harm him, wouldn’t he? ) She told him she could hear Djel’s voice in the water as it danced on her fingertips. She told him she thought that perhaps drüsje could do something marvelous, and begged him to understand.

He told the drüskelle where to find her, all but brought them to her door. In an attempt to save herself — and her mother — she lashed out, strong but undisciplined. It was easy to find the water in the witch-hunter’s blood. It was easy to make that water boil.

She begged Veronika to come with her, but it would be easier to hunt two witches than one. Veronika promised to lie, to tell the drüskelle who would come looking for their brothers that she hadn’t known of her daughter’s powers, and Asta packed enough to get her through a few days and she fled. A few miles out of Djerholm, another drüskelle caught up to her, and she killed him, too, stole the coins from his pockets and the cloak from his shoulders and left his body for the wolves.

The third found her at the border, with orders to take her in alive or dead. ( And still, she survived. )

VOLKVOLNY

She wept when she set foot on Ravkan soil, and she traded the drüskelle’s cloak and coins for clean clothes and food, and when the merchant asked her name she told him it was Astoria. Asta Viktoria Grim had died in the Fjerdan snow. The coins bought her passage to Os Kervo, where she hoped to find a way onto a ship. Not forever, of course, but just long enough that the drüskelle might believe that she was dead, and give up the search.

For weeks as she traveled she thought she was safe — but they found her in Os Kervo, anticipating her next steps, and she offered herself up to the mercy of the first captain she could find at the port. He called himself Sturmhond, and the ship the Volkvolny, and he wouldn’t turn away a Tidemaker, even one being chased by drüskelle. ( She watched from the ship’s bow as they departed, and made sure the drüskelle saw one last look at the red of her hair. It didn’t matter if they thought she was dead; she was free. )

Her loyalty to the captain who saved her was unwavering, and expanded into a loyalty to the crew, to the ship, to their goals; she worked harder than she knew she was capable of working, wore each scar and callous with pride. ( When she learned pieces of the truth about the captain, she kept his secret — after all, he had kept hers, and they were all entitled to a few secrets. )

And when the captain called for volunteers to do the impossible — save the Sun Summoner, betray the Darkling, and return to Ravka — she was among the first to put forth her name.

PRE-SERIES TO SHADOW AND BONE. Astoria is an active and devoted member of the Volkvolny’s crew, deeply loyal to Sturmhond and ecstatic to be free from the drüskelle. Slowly but surely, she learns to trust the rest of the crew — with her freedom, with her safety — and tells them of her history. While on the ship, she learns to read in Ravkan, and learns conversational Kerch, but the majority of her focus and energy go into learning from the other Tidemakers on the ship. ( Her unexpected skill in boiling blood is not forgotten, or ignored. )

SIEGE AND STORM. When Sturmhond calls for volunteers in a venture that could mean death, Astoria jumps at the opportunity, emboldened to take risks and determined to repay the kindness showed to her. She aids in the battle against the Darkling, and when Sturmhond comes ashore to reveal himself as Nikolai Lantsov, Astoria remains in Ravka, offering her support. She remains as a member of Nikolai’s guard, though she acts more often as a spy, moving quietly throughout the palace whenever she can to report back to him. When the Darkling strikes, Astoria remains with Nikolai and the few escaping Grisha, including the other rogues from the Volkvolny, retreating to the Spinning Wheel.

RUIN AND RISING. After months in the Fjerdan mountains, unsure if the Sun Summoner is alive or dead, Astoria is elated to learn of Alina’s survival. She volunteers to join Tamar on the Bittern as they search for the firebird, and it’s only this that saves her when the Darkling strikes again. After the final battle, Astoria remains in the Ravkan court, taking advantage of the opportunity to formally learn about politics in the hopes of someday acting as a member of an ambassadorial team.

* Note: While this verse is built around a specific set of circumstances and assumed relationships, most notably with the crew of the Volkvolny, I am more than happy to discuss, adjust, and compromise on most things in this verse when writing with canon characters, and will not assume any relationship we haven’t discussed. Built with either my own Nikolai and serendpitous’ Alina in mind, or clpdwings’ Nikolai, these are the versions of the characters I’m referencing in any character development posts.

SECOND ARMY

A miscalculation prevented Asta from crossing the border near Arkesk and instead sent her further east. Despite her exhaustion she managed the impossible — she survived. Chased into Ulensk, she managed to avoid detection only briefly before she was found by the drüskelle hunting her.

Fear of a Fjerdan invasion — and whispers of a terrorized Grisha girl trying to keep herself alive — prompted the soldiers stationed at Ulensk to send word to the Little Palace. The Darkling and his modest force found her covered in blood and dirt, dead drüskelle behind her and more to come, and protected her. When asked her name she said Astoria — and when told she would be brought to safety in the Little Palace, her power encouraged and sharpened, she was overjoyed.

She wept when she saw her kefta. ( She would never be powerless again. )

Training amongst other Tidemakers to hone her skill with water, and taught by senior Heartrenders to better hear and manipulate the water in the blood, Astoria’s power — raw, but significant — grew, became deadlier. As one of the many the Darkling had saved she was loyal without question or condition; as a woman who had been hunted, who would never be hunted again, she was quickly identified as a true believer in the Darkling’s cause.

Even the arrival of the Sun Summoner — a saint, a gift, a promise of something better — didn’t sway her loyalty to the Darkling, to his mission, to the Grisha.

PRE-SERIES TO SHADOW AND BONE. Astoria’s power, straddling the line between Etherealki and Corporalki, becomes more focused with time and training. As she spends more time in the Little Palace and learns more of Ravkan politics, she becomes more critical of the Lantsov king and his attitude towards Grisha — and becomes easy to identify as a potential believer in the Darkling’s cause. One of many recruited to the effort, she firmly supports the moves made to dethrone the King, and to subdue the Lantsov forces. When the Darkling expands the Fold into Novokribirsk, she swallows any discomfort she feels at the news — how many Grisha died screaming because they were so desperately feared? how many would be saved with this show of power? — and after his return she joined him in his search for the Sun Summoner.

SIEGE AND STORM. One of the Tidemakers brought aboard the commissioned ship, Astoria witnesses the creation of a second amplifier firsthand, and only becomes more certain in her belief in the Darkling’s goals. She remains on the ship, searching for Sturmhond and his crew, and when they fail to locate Sturmhond and Alina Starkov, she helps navigate Fjerda to launch an attack on the Grand Palace from the North. ( Her memory is sharp, and she remembers the way to Ulensk through the ice and the snow. ) After the Lantsov line is driven out, she remains in the service of the Darkling, slowly becoming one of his favored guards for her ruthlessness and her quick action.

RUIN AND RISING. Astoria’s knowledge of Fjerda proves useful again. Present for the attack on the Spinning Wheel, she is one of many to witness Baghra’s death, and the Sun Summoner’s escape. She joins the march on Keramzin, determined to protect the children brought there and to bring them home to safety, and when the Darkling returns to the Fold to meet Alina there, she remains with the children as their guardian. After the battle, she remains at the Little Palace, watched closely by Zoya and the rest of the Grisha Triumverate, until it’s clear that her dedication to the Grisha as a whole will win out over any political alliances. Once she’s determined to not pose a threat, she volunteers to join excursions outside Ravka to find Grisha on the run and bring them to safety.

* Note: While this verse is built around a specific set of circumstances and assumed relationships, most notably with the Darkling as a leader, I am more than happy to discuss, adjust, and compromise on most things in this verse when writing with canon characters, and will not assume any relationship we haven’t discussed. Built with my own Darkling and Zoya in mind, and unless otherwise specified, these are the versions of the character I’m referencing in any character development posts.

KETTERDAM

She crosses the border in Arkesk and buys passage to Kerch, desperate to get as far from Fjerda as she can with her limited resources. When she reaches Ketterdam she uses the last of her money to pay for three weeks’ lodging, and she settles in to observe, determined to learn the lay of the land and determine the safest place she could be, and after weeks of deliberation ( and quiet, careful watching ) Astoria approaches Per Haskell of the Dregs.

The Fifth Harbor is promising. So, too, is its savior. Astoria offers an indenture of her own design — something guaranteed to keep her in Per Haskell’s employ for at least the next decade — and her services as a grisha. As a Tidemaker, she can help bring shipments to safety, though Per Haskell is more interested in her ability to manipulate water in the body to boil blood. He agrees, with the promise that if she is of no use to him, she won’t be given access to his protection any longer.

Astoria gets to work — starting with the Black Tips. A months-long affair with Elzinger leads to information: places where they think the Dregs’ control of their territory is vulnerable, plans to intercept shipments, even calculated attacks. ( Men talk. She listens. She finds that wide eyes and a thicker accent tend to help make her seem less threatening. )

After eight months, nearly a million kruge saved, and a parley that nearly ends with Elzinger killing her in his fury at her betrayal, Astoria secures her future, with Per Haskell and the Dregs as her salvation.

PRE SERIES. Proving her worth to the Dregs is difficult, but she manages — the affair with Elzinger gives her an in, and she refuses to waste it. Her role as Per Haskell’s spy morphs somewhat as she becomes known in Ketterdam for her allegiances and for her willingness to kill to protect herself and her newfound family. ( Betraying Per Haskell in a parley becomes far more dangerous when he arrives with his witch in tow. ) She works rarely with the Crows, though she keeps a careful eye on Kaz’s bold moves, and whenever he’s in need of a grisha’s service she’s among the first to volunteer.

SIX OF CROWS. When Per Haskell learns of Kaz’s plans for the Ice Court, he recommends Astoria to join the team. As a Tidemaker she can help secure safe passage to Fjerda; as a Fjerdan refugee she can help navigate the climate and the landscape, as well as the language; as a woman willing to kill, she’s a help in a tight spot. Kaz ( reluctantly ) agrees, intending to make use of Astoria’s skills and her willingness to strike a blow against the Fjerdan state in retribution for what’s been done to her.

CROOKED KINGDOM. Under construction as I read!

* Note: While this verse is built around a specific set of circumstances and assumed relationships, most notably with the Dregs, I am more than happy to discuss, adjust, and compromise on most things in this verse when writing with canon characters, and will not assume any relationship we haven’t discussed. Built with clpdwings’ Kaz and Matthias in mind, these are the versions of the characters I’m referencing in any character development posts.

GENERAL CANON NOTES

I follow a combination of book and show canon. I’m happy to compromise on most elements, but as a general note, this is my default:

Show ages. Alina and Mal are in their early twenties; Genya, Zoya, and presumably Nikolai, are in their mid-late twenties; the Crows are in their early-mid twenties. Overall, I think this makes more sense than everyone being teenagers.

Show characterization. I tend to assume show characterization for the Darkling — I think he’s more dimensional and more compelling in the show, and also a much more frightening villain. I will absolutely defer to any Darkling I write with, but this is my assumption when writing with other characters.

The exception to this is in the Darkling’s interactions with Genya; since I use my own Darkling and Genya as default, unless writing with either of these characters, I default to the characterization in S&B and “The Tailor,” in which the Darkling intended for Genya to be a spy but was more than willing to protect her when he learned of the King’s abuse.

Show and book plot. I like the blending of the kidnapping plot with S&B’s plot in the book, as well as the added political elements ( West Ravka seeking independence & General Zlatan ). I’ll default to book plots, as influenced by the show, for anything past S&B.

I’m still in the process of reading the series — I’m starting Crooked Kingdom for the first time — and so SOC / CK verses will be developed as I read, and Astoria’s post-R&R verses may change as I read KOS / ROW. Please feel free to let me know if I’ve made any mistakes with later plot !!

VERSE WISHLIST

Some dynamics and plots I’d love to explore —

Astoria and Fjerdans. Especially Astoria’s friendship with the boy who betrayed her to the drüskelle, meeting again when Astoria is in the Second Army. The two of them navigating the aftermath of such a significant betrayal, particularly if one of them is saving the other / if they have to rely on one another. This person being the only one who calls her Asta and her equal parts homesickness and anger at hearing it.

Astoria and the crew of the Volkvolny. Sturmhond, absolutely, but everyone else on the Volkvolny, as Astoria starts to figure out who she is and what she’s capable of when she’s no longer bound by shame and grief surrounding her power and her history.

Astoria returning to Fjerda. As an ambassador, to save her mother, whatever, I just want Astoria going home and dealing with the fact that it’ll only ever be temporary.

Astoria in the Little Palace, training. Training with Tidemakers, training with Heartrenders, becoming a True Believer, all of it.

IMPORTANT NOTES ON THE VERSE

Gen. notes, Astoria in the Second Army

Gen. notes, Astoria on the Volkvolny

Gen. notes, Astoria in Ketterdam

Astoria and Fjerda

Astoria and her mother ( feat. Astoria and Fjerdan concepts of womanhood / her Ravkan alliances as rejections of Fjerda & Astoria’s family )

Astoria and monstrosity

#v. but if you must be clever‚ then be clever. be brave. sleep with fists closed and shoot straight. ( grishaverse | volkvolny )#v. life is sly and unscrupulous. in service to itself it will commit any offense. ( grishaverse | second army )#v. i savor bitterness. it is born of experience. it is the privilege of one who has truly lived. ( grishaverse | ketterdam )#i. you never hear of anyone storming a castle on a wednesday. ( character development )#( mobile info )#iv. actually... i'm gonna go with the fame and fortune. ( wishlist )#(dang this took DAYS i'm v proud of it and now you all have to see it and be proud w/ me)

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patt-off · 3 years

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sasi quotes i flooded the discord server with as i rewatched the series again (season one)

bold is me saying something

starting at negative thinking because i originally promised i wasn’t gonna spam quotes

i’m an adult, me-me-big-boy- thomas sanders 2017

also “i’m sorry did he just hiss at me”

“time to panic and/or cry”

“while that was savage, it i was quite extra”

“look whom needs another lesson in adultery”

“well it’s just 5 am and you need to go to bed”

the fact he actually had to eat this irl XDD

helena contribution: That looks... way too much

“t: you have to hit me with a car for your video

j: i’ve dreamed of this day!”

“what is the gosh-darn-ding-dang-point”

“you look like the man...i fight the man... i wanna fight you”

“is no one going to acknowledge that he just dabbed??”

“might as well make it short and fantastic... like danny devito”

i really wonder how tf patton-cake works XDD

not u tess

ash contribution: I remember seeing a tumblr post ages ago where someone explained how they thought patton-cake works, and it was a ride to read

“boy what an ass-eat to your personality” and “you make an as out of su and me” have the same vibe imo

“uhoh feelings” whoose feelings...

v:you know something is off

l: what is?

v: something

l: ypu can’t even give an example

v: something is off

t: i hate it when your just vague!

“excuse me i am still a man, a manly man, a man who is manly!”

“i’m a fun guy whose fun sized.... LIKE DANNY DEVITO!”

“you both deserve a patt-on the back for that one... up until that point i was patton-pending”

“up high, down low-gan”

“he looks like a wet bandit form home alone”

iris contribution: "By the screams of snipped snakes at a gorgon salon, why would the audience remain"

“hello my name is talyn, i’m short and un i’m threatening”

also... “vetal miking”

“did i make you proud logan🥺 you proud of me🥺”

“great googily-poogilies i don’t know who i am anymore!”

anna contribution:

V: Look. I'm not choosing sides here

P: Sanders Sides!!

Hmm yeah no I'm pretty sure its "I'm threatening"

i guess you can say thomas is a man of many.... tanyns!”

“my name..... is talyn”

i’m skipping becoming a cartoon but...“anxiety’s the fairest of them all!”

“don’t worry everybody loves the villain”

“you good fahm!?”

“then you might say the amount of mistakes you’ve made is... *infinitesimal*”

“YOU MAKE ONE MISTAKE... AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS!”

“time out for thee, time out for thee, focus on issues of focus one me”

“havin trouble with adultery”

“well don’t go shortening the word family but cutting it my 3 favorite letters, I-L-Y”

“you have kind hair... kind of hair that grown on a dogs butt!”

“i’m not *hoss* i’m prince roman!”

**fwsa: max, no man**

“well, love has failed me!”

helena: *insrt clip that i can’t add here*

roman: *says he doesn’t like virgil*

thomas: *points it out*

wroman: gets all defensive about it and denies it when it’s brought up

“i’d rather go to pattons can we go there?!” **heh**

“let’s call them what they are roman (spider curt-) *creepy-crawly-death-dealers*”

“v:it’s because i decided to duck out

p: quack”

t: duck out?

p: quack-quack

“v: except you patton... your a funny guy

p: i love my dark strange son”

“big-bumbling-couch potato-man”

“now that i still have your attention... do you think we can switch places!”

“he’s a creepy cookie! you’re a creepy cookie anxiety! you’re like an oatmeal-raisin cookie *primarily composed of raisins*

“pump the brakes princey! you pump those brakes!!”

iris: “I'm sorry! I'm just feeling a little- extra passionate today!”

“does it look ok? because a prince has got to slay!”

“you shine... bright liek a diamond!”

“patton! eyeshadow buddies!”

“unless you’re too tall and you get decapitated on it’s a small world”

**there’s a lot of quotable stuff in this chunk**

“i am bitterly, jittery, and not very glittery!”

“E=MCSCARED!!”

iris: I can quote like.. 80-90% of AA2 (same)

“YERKES DODSON!!!!”

“but i’m more proud of myself *for enduring the great spider threat of 2017*”

“they were just curtains, patton“

“shut your ever-flapping gobtalker”

**i quote that one a lot**

my name... *wellsfargo ad*

*insert the whole virgil name gig* **too lazy to type it out but it’s funny**

“and ypu are nothing compared to the others... *hand slaps over his mouth*”

**question is... was it roman or janus that slapped a hand over his mouth cuz janus can do that...**

iris: Yesss I was thinking that tooooo

it’s a good question could easily go both ways

and then...

sorry that was long... i did say i flooded the server

this took a while cuz i had to c+p them over then reformat it so it looks normal

#patt’s random #sanders sides #thomas sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #sasi #ts sides #sanders sides quotes #long post #patt quote chain

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cartooness · 4 years

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‘I am NOT blushing, it’s just warm in here.’ For the masonder drabbles pls?

"Alright, Lav. You can do this, he's right there. Just go up to him and ask him out! Can't be that hard... right?"

Lavender was nervous beyond belief, she's never done anything like this before. But she's read enough books to know that to move the plot along, you've gotta go for it or you'll be screaming in frustration later.

Mason Adalbert. The one boy who could send her heart a flutter and turn her whole being to mush with a smile. He didn't seem like the kind of boy "girls like her" would go for; but she didn't give any fucks about that. He was cute as a button, smart, was super kind, and drank his respect women juice. Did she mention he was absolutely adorable?

She fixed her collar, adjusted her romper, and tousled her hair a bit. Here goes nothing.

"Mason."

He looked up from cleaning his glasses. "Yeah?"

fUCk he's cute, "Um. I was, um, hoping that. Um.", 'God I'm going nowhere, just cut to the chase.' she thought to herself. "Would you go out with me? Uh, please?"

He looked at her with a blank stare as he adjusted his glasses, "Me? Are. Are you sure?" 'Of course it's you!', she hastily thought.

"Yes, you. I'm sure of it. I um.. would really like to go out with you."

His cheeks flushed red and he gave a shy smile. "Yes. I'd love to. Where.... were ya thinking of going?"

Time for her plan! "Well, I was thinking of going to the roller rink tomorrow because it's Half Price Thursday. Plus, I've never been and I just thought it'd be fun... and yeah." God, she hoped she didn't look or sound too awkward.

"Ooh that does sound like fun, Lavender! What time were you thinking of-"

Ah, shit, Sheila's coming...

"Well, well, well, look at what we've got here! A goth wannabe prude asking out a boring little prude nerd. What a perfect pair, I'll bet-"

Lavender bared her claws, "Sheila Anderson get the fuck out of my face before I slice your damn neck off."she growled.

"Jeez bitch, calm down, I was just leaving", replied Sheila, annoyance and fear in her voice.

"Good." And with that, Lav went back to her business. "I'm so sorry Mason, I HATE when she talks to people like that, especially people I... like. Um, i was thinking around 5:30. Will that work for you?"

"Uhh yeah, that sounds good! Let me just, um, write it down really quick in my Little Tiny Journal for Various Things. ((Authors note, I actually have a notebook that says that on me at all times. XD))"

"Alrighty! It's a date! See ya then, bye! One of my dads should be here by now to, uh, pick me up haha."

He pulled her into a quick hug, "Bye Lav!"

...

She shouldn't have said a single thing. Lav had just come home to a small swarm of deadbeats, and not quite thinking, she spilled the beans about her upcoming date with Mason to them. But the thing about them is, they're like little kids; they'll repeat what they hear to anyone who'll listen. Excited about the news, they roamed around telling everyone in HQ that 'Lavender has a date with a boy tomorrow!' over and over again.

"Dang it, now I'll probably have to deal with- oh no he's pounding on my door."

"LAVENDER DEARIE, PLEASE LET ME IN, I HAVE TO KNOW ALL THE BITS AND DETAILS ABOUT YOUR DATE!! OH MY GODS, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO WEAR-"

"Calm down Decan, you're going to break down my door!! Come in, we'll talk, I promise."

She let him in and he immediately started asking his burning questions, "Who is it!? Who's the lucky lad!? I'm all ears!!" With a sigh, she prepared herself to answer his 300 questions. "Well, it's Mason,-"

"HAH!! I KNEW IT!! LEWIS, YOU OWE ME 20 DOLLARS!!" he exclaimed.

"Um. Alright then. Mason and I are going to the roller rink tomorrow at 5:30 for Half Price Thursday."

"Ooh! I have a couple of outfit ideas that will make him fall head over heels for you~" he replied, ready to plan.

"Fine. But I get to choose the shoes."

"Deal! Let's see what they are so I can plan accordingly!"

She phased through her walk in closet and pulled out her choice of shoes, recieving a slight grimace from Decan. "These ones. I insist."

Decan took a large inhale, "Darling, I L O V E you, but I'm starting to regret that deal... I just... can't quite DEAL with those shoes... but! I like a challenge, so let's see what I can do!"

The shoes in question were knee high tye dye Converse in the demi romantic and asexual flag colors, but the green and purple colors were neon; not the easiest thing to match, that's for sure.

What felt like AGES later, Decan found an outfit consisting of a shin length black dress with lavender lace trim on the bottom, completed with sheer tights. He looked as if he was in the nth dimension, proud to have accomplished an impossible seeming task. "I DID IT!!! FINALLY!!!"

"Yes you did! I feel cute uwu."

"Well, you ARE cute!" he replied, stating his facts.

"....fine. I'll let you have it this ONE time." she replied, a small blush on her face.

"Alrighty then! Let's go downstairs, everyone is a buzz with excitement about your first date~"

So downstairs they went, and about four seconds later E V E R Y O N E was shooting the same rapid fire question,

"LAV WHO ARE YOU GOING ON A DATE WITH?!?!"

With a sharp inhale, she spilled the tea, "I'm going on a date with Mason, he's the cutie I'm always talking about."

"And YOU, LEWIS PEPPER, OWE ME TWENTY BUCKAROOS!! FORK IT OVER!!" bellowed Decan, thrilled to have predicted correctly for once.

A slight grumble was heard from the back of the living room, and an annoyed deadbeat swarmed over with a twenty dollar bill and put it in Decan's waiting hands, "thank you!!~"

Everyone shared their excitement for the girl, along with a bit of worry about what could happen, but Lavender assured them that Mason is a very kind person. Plus, if anything happens, she always has a way to get out of a situation; magic and her amazing combat skills.

...

The day had come, and Lav had just been dropped off at the roller rink. She began looking for Mason until she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Hey! Looking for me?~" he announced, playful smirk on his face.

"Actually, yes. Sorry to keep you waiting, one of my dads took a bit longer than I thought doing my makeup... but hey! I'm not technically late, it's only 5:19." she replied.

"Oh please, you're worth the wait."

"What?"

Both teens had a dusting of red on their faces, standing in an awkward silence.

"Umm, you look very nice! Love the shoes, must've taken ages to match haha." Mason chimed, nervously laughing.

"Aww, thank you. My Papa Decan almost gave in trying to find something, twas funny." she replied.

"Lav?"

"Yeah?"

"How. How many dads do you have, um, exactly? Are they polyamorous or, uh, something to that extent?" he asked, curious.

"Oh, that! No, they're not all poly, I'm adopted and a bunch of people have shared custody over me, so I basically have like, a dozen parents at this point pretty much. And all but two are men, so that's why I have a bunch of dads. Funny thing is, they're all in their mid-to-late twenties, so they're not quite on that 'dad age level' but I don't care. They all make bad jokes and are very caring so... yeah, haha. Don't tell anyone, but I'd totally do anything for them, all my caretakers. I love them a lot, and they all love me a lot, and I don't deserve them most of the time." she warmly replied, softly smiling to herself. Mason felt his cheeks warm up and his eyes were likely shining.

"Awww, that's so sweet! Also, you SO deserve each other! I like to think that things usually happen for some reason one way or another, and I think it's wonderful that they found you and that you all care for each other so much! Wh-why are you crying? Are you alright?"

She touched her face and realized 'yep those are mascara tears alright.'

"Oh, um, I'm okay. Sorry, I didn't even see I was crying. Um, let's, um, go inside, it's getting dark... or something. Haha." Lav replied, trying to move the date along.

"Oh, um, ok. Do you... want a hug?" he asked, trying to make her feel better.

"Yes please, I'd love that."

And with that, he pulled her into a warm hug, taking in each others warmth with a smile. 'She smells like warm apple pie... no wonder she's so wonderful...'

After what felt like An eternity, they departed and both were blushing messes.

"Um-"

"I am NOT blushing, it's just warm in here." snapped Lav, not sure what to do with these... warm,,, happy static feelings.

"Wait, you're B L U S H I N G?? You look so cute though!" he replied back, smile in his eyes.

"Wha, uh, I-I do NOT!!",she sputtered, blushing deeper, "YOU'RE the cutie here! With your beautiful silver eyes, your soft caramel hair, and your breathtaking smile that I like so much! Not to mention, you're SUPER smart and nice and, and, GENUINE!! Do you know how many times literal DIRTBAGS have tried to flirt with me? They're always weird and gross and I do NOT like it, and I don't like how it's easily accepted for them to be all... X rated all the time!! Like, it may be cause I'm ace and repulsed by s*xual stuff, but still! Don't be gross, people!" she outburst, recieving some strange glances.

"*sigh*, I'm sorry Mason, let's go inside now, people are staring and I don't want them to do anything to you." she softly spoke, gently holding his back for him to follow her.

"...thank you. For, um, everything. It means a lot to me, stuff like that. Again, thank you so much.", he whispered, not sure what to say or do. "...am I making this, uh, awkward for you, Lavender? I'm really sorry if I am-"

"No, you're fine it's, uh, all good. Let's go get skates and such already, haha." she nervously replied, finally walking inside.

...

They were having a surprisingly good time, despite the shaky beginning. Both were doing laps around the rink, holding onto the perimeter every ten seconds due to fear of falling. But they got the hang of it, carefully skating around. They kept tapping hands, unsure of whether or not it was appropriate to join them together. Finally, Mason went in for the kill and took ahold of her hand. She felt a smile creep up her face, and held his hand back.

"Your hand fits nicely into mine, ya know." he smiled.

"Yeah. It does." she replied back, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles, and him in return blushing like crazy. "Aww, you're so cute when you're blushing, Mason."

WELL THAT TOOK FOREVER LMAO. Sorry for the excessive length, it turned into a full on fic lol. Hope you enjoyed it anyway!!

Also Decan belongs to @thefearanddespair

EDIT: This is for the Villain!Lav AU, I forgot to mention it lol

#mystery skulls animated #mystery skulls #cartooness writes sometimes #lavender grey #mason adalbert #masonder #villain!lav au #writing stuff

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