#I had meat for the first time at the age of 21

[celtic-crossbow]

Blood Ties Chapter 21

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Warnings: Typical TWD Violence and Gore; Sexual content; Animal death (hunting - not descriptive); Mild description of vomit; a little sad angsty moment; Non-con sedation

You had to admit that holy shit, it was nice to be out in the fresh air. It was cold as fuck, but you were bundled up in the coat that had been brought to you all those weeks ago. It sucked to keep it situated for easy gun and knife access but it was enough. Your feet were warm in your boots, two pairs of socks since they were a little big to accommodate any swelling of your feet as the pregnancy progressed but that only meant that your toes were nice and toasty. Leggings under maternity jeans were a hindrance when the baby decided to drop kick your bladder, but otherwise, necessary to ensure you didn’t get frostbite in very inconvenient areas, as well as your legs. 

You had been walking through the snow for about an hour before coming across any walkers. There were two, both women. One a little older than Beth and one about your own age. They moved slower in the cold, you had noticed. After putting them down, you became aware that their skin appeared to be freezing solid. 

“Walker popsicles. Huh.” You muttered, storing that information to share. Another fifteen minutes went by and you had still seen no game, so you decided to stop and rest. You weren’t necessarily out of shape but you were growing a human inside of you. That tended to take a bit out of the energy department. You had swiped a canteen and some of the jerky, partaking of both to make sure you could carry out what you came to do. 

“Alright, Thumper. Let’s see if we can figure out daddy’s weapon of choice. Can’t be that hard, right?” You promptly came very close to shooting a bolt into your own foot. You blinked at it and looked around as if there had been anyone else to see the incident before putting a hand to your belly. Thumper rolled as if just as shocked. “Let’s just keep that between us, okay?”

It was the operation that hindered you. Once you figured out the mechanics,—with about forty-five minutes of tinkering—aiming and firing were things that came naturally to you. Daryl was going to murder you when he had to fix everything you had fucked with in your exploration of the weapon. Collecting the bolts you had used for practice, you froze, eyes narrowed on the small indentations in the snow. Rabbits.

Small game was your specialty. You always hunted rabbits and squirrels when it was just you and father. There was nowhere to keep an abundance of meat in your small home. No smokehouse. It had been different when the family would come over, your aunt and uncles. They loved their venison and you never had to be concerned with wasting anything. 

The smile that lifted the corners of your mouth was one born of bittersweet longing. You wished your father could be there to meet his grandchild, but you were—at the same time—thankful that he wasn’t around to see what had truly become of the world, that it would never go back to how it used to be.

Still, you chuckled as you wiped away a tear. Your father would have had one hell of a time getting used to the idea of Daryl being the father, but in the end, he would have been the first to see through that rough exterior to the man hidden underneath. And he would not have wasted a single second before calling the archer out on it.

“If you’re a boy, I could name you after your grandad. Maybe after your uncle, if your daddy wants.” Daryl still hadn’t revealed much about his family. Maybe once he was better, you could sit with him and just talk, quid pro quo. You ask a question about him, and then him about you. He seemed to be okay with that sorta thing. He never liked being the center of attention.

He also appeared interested in learning about you in every way he could. It hadn’t taken you long to notice the way he picked up on things and filed them away. He knew how you liked your meat cooked when it was being eaten outside of a stew. He would take it from Carol and do it himself, usually. He knew how things touching the front of your throat made you feel uncomfortable, like scarves or the top buttons of a flannel, stopping Maggie from wrapping a rather pretty knit fabric around your neck one bitterly cold morning. 

Daryl also knew just how to touch you, how to curl his fingers inside of you and how much pressure you needed when his thumb would graze over your clit. He excelled in making you shiver by wetting his digits with your own arousal before dragging the tips over your skin to stimulate your nipples. He did all this while pressing soft kisses just behind your ear or over your pulse, everyone sleeping around you being none the wiser. It was always so incredibly erotic to be brought over the edge knowing that any of them could simply open their eyes and see that he was working you over. 

Maybe you could show him what you knew he liked while he recovered. You knew for a fact that he would groan if you lapped and nibbled at a specific area just above his collarbone. He would never admit it but you had noticed the way touching his nipples made his hips jerk when he was inside of you. The first time you’d gone down on him back in the woods, you had kitten-licked at his tip and pressed your thumb against the vein that ran underneath, dragging the digit up his length. He had clawed at the tree behind him so hard that you were certain he’d be picking splinters from beneath his nails afterward. 

It took a soft thump to the cranium, snow falling from a branch overhead, to bring you from your pleasant thoughts. With an ache between your thighs and the prospect of maybe getting some alone time with your boyfriend—you still needed to clarify what you could call him, if anything—while he wasn’t trying to evict his lungs from within his chest, you whined quietly. You kinda wished you had stayed there and were curled up in bed with him. Was he okay? Were the meds helping? Was Carol whacking him over the head with the bedpost to keep him from chasing you?

You had nearly convinced yourself to turn back when you saw the first rabbit, a decent sized cane cutter that would make a nice stew to last a couple of days. It hadn’t seen you and taking it down was easy since you had not yet shouldered the crossbow.

“One down, Thumper!” You took one step and then paused. “It’s kinda insensitive to call you Thumper when I’m hunting rabbits, isn’t it?”

You had two rabbits by the time at least three and a half hours had passed, a little disappointing but it was freezing and you did have to make periodic stops to put down walking corpses and even more stops to pee. You were feeling a little nauseous as well, so it was likely beyond time to head back. Maybe Daryl would rest just as well the next day and you could come back out since this excursion would show everyone you could handle yourself out there.

Wiping your knife across your thigh after yet another slow moving walker, you had barely secured it into the sheath before you noticed the tracks. 

Deer. 

A single deer, young but more than a year. Based on the depth of the tracks, you could likely manage to haul it back on your own if you could take it down. Chewing the inside of your cheek, you glanced at the way back to the house; back to Daryl. 

This was all for him, after all. The more food you could secure, the longer he could rest and recover. The decision was simple after that. Ensuring a bolt was loaded, you set out to do what you once did best. 

You were still her. 

The only differences were the people in your family were no longer an aunt and two uncles, the main man in your life was no longer your father, and you were 11 or so weeks away from having your own baby. You had never needed to be provided for, always the provider. There was no reason you and Daryl couldn’t share that responsibility. When the baby came, you’d adjust and adapt, providing differently and that was okay. The longer you could nurse Thumper, the easier it would make things. You’d step back then, let Daryl take over. It would be even more important to him then, the need to provide. You’d be a team, each caring for the baby in your own way. 

The prospect was equal parts exciting and terrifying. New parents in a dystopian world. It wasn’t impossible. It was just dangerous. Daryl had done so well, thinking ahead when he had cleared that Wal-Mart. So much that would be needed already secured, ready to carry with your group when moving from place to place. With a small, tender smile, you glanced at the bracelet for morning sickness you still wore. It likely no longer worked, but you couldn't really bear to part with it.

You wanted to search out a baby store eventually, or make a request for a run. Cloth diapers would be a lifesaver once the disposable ones had been used. Infant and children’s medications needed to be stocked. 

Thumper gave your ribs a jab, earning a hiss in response. “Okay, okay. I’m focused. Jeez, kid, can you be any more like your father?” 

The tracks were getting closer together in clusters, the deer stopping to check out areas in search of food. You were catching up, the falling snow not yet filling in the prints. In the back of your mind, you maintained an active regard for the time you’d been gone, one eye on the sun to ensure you’d make it back before dark. You would be late and you’d steered off course but you were confident.  You’d need to circle around and place yourself downwind soon if you wanted to stand a chance. This is what you knew. 

You’d meet up with the search party at the very least on your journey back. That is if Carol hadn’t grown anxious and sent them earlier. Or Daryl— dear god, if Daryl hadn’t somehow managed to drag himself out of that house. No, they wouldn’t let him. You had to believe that. It would be Rick, Glenn, and T-Dog. Maybe Maggie. They’d likely be sore at needing to come find you but if you were hauling a deer, that disgruntlement would likely be forgotten quickly. You just needed to ensure you succeeded and that you stayed safe. 

Just as you continued to track, you muttered a curse at a slow shuffling walker. One bolt needed to remain untainted for hunting and, so far, your knife had been sufficient but you were closing in on your target. Using the crossbow would be ideal for the dead at that juncture. Nearly silent kills. The crossbow was level with your eyes when you saw it.

The doe’s head perked up just beyond some snow-covered shrubbery, ears twitching. “Fuck.” You whispered. You had to take the deer first or risk it running from the walker. It had already spotted the threat, getting ready to move. There was no time to think. The deer went down easily, your muttered apologies and gratitude for what it would provide for your group were unheard as you dropped the bow and sprinted for the corpse. 

Loading another bolt would take too much time, the deer would be lost to the walker. You were already cutting it close this way, the snow and the off-centered weight of your belly slowing you down. Just as the dead man began to fall on top of your kill for the unearned feast, you tackled him. There was a jolt of pain in your midsection but your knife was already sinking into an eye socket, the deed done. 

“Ow,” you muttered. Scanning the area for threats as you unzipped and moved clothing, raising your sweater to look at the deep red mark on the side of your belly, just below your right rib cage. “Fuck.” A knee or elbow must have been angled just right to jab you on impact. “You okay in there?” Your sweater still rolled up, you laid your knife on your thigh and caressed the taut skin with both hands. “Come on, Thumps, need you to move.” A foot or hand pressed firmly into the injured side. “Okay, okay! Point taken! No more tackling walkers. Ouch, you little gremlin.” With a huff, you adjusted your clothing. You’d have Hershel look you over and check on the baby when you returned. 

Wiping your knife on your jeans, you secured it on the sheath and crawled over to the deer. It remained unsullied and perfect to feed your family. It was a clean, quick kill and it didn’t suffer. You were always thankful for those. 

“Alright, let’s get this back—” No time to register what was happening before you tilted over to retch violently. “Shit.” You panted, looking away from the mess of bile, water, and undigested jerky. Of course this couldn’t just go smoothly. Once again, the world had decided to fuck you. “At least Daryl beat it to getting me pregnant.” You laughed at your lame joke and laid back against the belly of the deer to catch your breath. 

“Fucker.” You growled, angling your leg to kick the man's corpse. The baby moved as you laid there, the slightly ripple showing beneath your coat and sweater. “Oh, hey. I could see that.” You smiled, rubbing your very upset stomach. “Your father is gonna skin me right along with this deer.” You nodded to yourself. Closing your eyes, you took deep, calculated breaths in an attempt to gain control over the nausea. 

But when they opened again, it was dark, the sun having fled and the moon bright in the star-filled sky. You groaned as you sat up, checking yourself and the area around you for any signs of walker activity. No bites. Your deer was frozen but whole. Shaking off the snow that had gathered on you, you rubbed your hands together, digging through the pockets of your coat with numb fingers in search of your gloves. 

“You good in there, Thumps?”

Nothing. 

You had just finished pulling on the second glove before stilling to stare at your round stomach hidden beneath your coat. “Thumper?” You had grown so accustomed to the baby reacting when you spoke that to feel such stillness made your chest tighten. “Baby?” Swallowing hard, you adjusted your clothing again, shivering when the chill of the night air struck your belly. “Come on, baby, can you move for mama?”

What if the baby had died inside you? Does the virus affect a fetus? What if you carried the baby only for them to be born a walker? 

Then there was movement, gentle ripples below the skin. Some that you could see, some that you couldn’t. But the thought remained, a very real terror that your baby could already be dead and just trying to get out. 

You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. You could only jerk your eyes back and forth at the sound of footsteps getting closer. 

“Whatcha sittin’ in the snow for, Peanut?”

Now you definitely couldn’t breathe. There, bathed in moonlight, standing on two very there, very functioning legs, was your father. “Dad—daddy?”

“Hey, there.” You sat stock still, sweater still rolled up, eyes still frozen on him as he approached and crouched in front of you. “Let’s get you all fixed up here.” Gentle hands fixed your clothing, zipped your coat, and ruffled your hair.

“Am I dreaming?” You asked with the slightest wobble to your voice. 

“‘Fraid so, Peanut-butter.” When the sound that punched out of you was like a painful sob, he was ducking to find your eyes. “Hey, hey. None of that.”

“I miss you.” You sniffled, letting him pull you close with his chin on your head. “There’s so much—”

“I know, baby girl. I’ve been watching.” He pulled back, thumbing away your tears. “Gonna be a grandpa, I see. Daddy wouldn’t have been my first choice but he surprised me.”

“You like him?” You smiled, lopsided and silly, giggling when he rolled his eyes. 

“No father thinks any man is good enough for his little girl, but this one? Well, he keeps surprising me.” He offered you a hand, pulling you up with him as he stood. “He needs you. He’s always needed you just as much as you’ve needed him. So you need to get you and my grandbaby back to him before he loses his mind.”

“But the baby—”

“Is fine.” He chortled, gently stroking your cheek. “You’ll be an amazing mama, Peanut.” He was starting to fade right before your eyes. “You’ll see.”

“Don’t go.” You pleaded, hands passing through his shoulders when you tried to pull him back. 

“I’m so proud of you.” His voice was echoing, distant even when you could still see his face. “You’ll be fine, all three of you. But now you need to wake up.”

A tear was frozen to your temple, pulling at your skin there when your eyes opened. Snow peppered down from the dark sky, the moon barely visible beyond the clouds. You felt no panic, breaths coming calmly and the baby kicking periodically, even if it did smart when the little extremities connected with the sensitive injury. 

You winced pulling yourself away from the deer you knew would be at least partially frozen. The meat would keep, at least. You’d let the men handle the thawing and prepping anyway. The area was dark, no signs of flashlights or sounds of voices. They had either passed you by or never came at all. 

It wouldn’t matter in the end. 

Because you were going back to them.

Getting to your feet, you gathered your things and prepared to drag the deer. It would likely be about 115 pounds so carrying it was unlikely. You wouldn’t risk leaving it for later retrieval, not when 45 to 50 pounds of meat was likely from that single kill. Hell no. 

You had once dragged Daryl while he was soak and wet and he had at least 60 pounds on that deer. This was doable. You just needed to think. Eyes darting around, you let your fingers drum on your tummy while you pondered. With a deep breath, you started to believe you’d just be dragging the damn thing by hand but then you noticed the walker you had put down. Grabbing your knife, you grinned like a damn fool and set to work.

Lori was pacing in front of the door, watching the men prepare to leave. “You should have already been out there hours ago! Before dark, Rick!” When the deputy stood with a sigh, she didn’t back down. “Do you remember when the decision was made to leave Daryl out when he didn’t come back? Who went to get him? What shape he was in when she brought him back?”

“Yes, I remember, okay! I was just trying to give her the benefit of the doubt! She seemed like she had something she wanted to prove.”

“She said four hours. Carol came to you before that because we were about to lose Daryl on a crazy quest to find her.” Maggie was looking at Glenn but then sent a pointed glance to each of them.

“He’s gonna have a lot to say when he finds out you waited, especially after what we had Hershel do.” Carol said from her spot on the top of the stairs. 

“What did Hershel do?” All eyes turned to you in the doorway, dropping the straps you had made from the walker’s overalls. It was Lori that made it to you first, her arms winding around you awkwardly with two different sized bumps barring the way.

“Carol told us you had left to hunt and all I could think about were the things I said upstairs.” The other woman’s eyes were wet and sincere. With a smile, you pulled off one of your gloves and wiped a thumb below her eye. You didn’t say anything because what could you say? She had been incredibly insulting to Daryl and you wouldn’t speak for him. Maybe she would get the hint and talk to him eventually. Maybe not. 

You looked past Lori toward Rick, T-Dog, and Glenn. "Got a deer and two rabbits." Then your next smile, wry as it was, aimed up the stairs. “What did Hershel do, Carol?” Carl and Beth came thumping out of the kitchen, throwing their arms around you. You hugged them close while your eyes flitted over to the old veterinarian himself walking along the banister from Daryl’s room. You were gentle when pulling away from the kids, tossing a kills are on the porch, have fun at the men while you began your ascent. 

Carol fell in step with you. 

“Before anything else,” you started, unzipping your coat, “I had a literal run-in with a walker. Hershel, can you—?” You rolled up your sweater, the skin already bruising. 

“Has the baby been active?” He asked immediately, probing the area with tenderness while the other hand struggled to place his stethoscope in his ears.

“It’s Nascar in there, I promise.” You felt the baby squirm slightly before they settled again, your eyes on the old man’s face, watching for any concern. You found none and let out a breath when he straightened.

“Seems like all is well. Heartbeat is just fine and it is indeed the Indy 500. You were lucky.” There was a bit of a reprimand in that last statement, one you couldn’t say was unwarranted. Nodding in agreement, you made up your mind that as long as the meat could last until Daryl was on his feet, you wouldn’t venture out alone again.

You then turned to Carol. You had told her to do whatever it took to keep him there, even knock him out. If Hershel was involved, you assumed the knocking out was of a medicational nature. He wasn’t dead, they would have been smart enough to tell you that around people that could restrain you. “Okay, what’s the damage?” You asked from just beside the doorway, afraid to look inside just yet. “Is he tied down?” Carol shook her head.

“He was determined, Y/N. He pulled out the IV, only made it to the stairs before collapsing. They couldn’t get him back into the room, weak as he was, he fought all three of those grown men.” Hershel sighed. “I gave him a very small dose of morphine. It was enough to sedate him without compromising his respiration.” 

You groaned. That man was going to verbally rip you a new asshole, but you’d take it with grace because it was going to keep him safe and give him more time to recover. As long as the meat was prepared and rationed correctly, it could last a while. Maybe that would give you a chance to get back on his good side. 

He needs you. He’s always needed you just as much as you’ve needed him. 

“Okay, so what do I need to do?” You asked, finally rolling your back against the wall to place you inside the room. Daryl was out. You had never seen the man so unconscious, and you’d seen him nearly die. That was a frightening thought. The plus side was that his color was so much better and the rattle in his chest couldn’t be heard until you were much closer. He didn’t stir in the slightest when you sat down next to his left hip, all the way around toward the wall, avoiding the arm with the replaced IV. 

“You won’t need to do much of anything. Monitor his breathing and fetch me if it gets too slow. It shouldn’t with the dose I gave him but his body has been fighting a horrific illness, so we can’t be too careful. It’s been a couple of hours so it will likely start wearing off soon, regardless. When he wakes up, make sure he drinks and encourage him to cough. Coughing and keeping the lungs free of mucus and liquid is crucial.”

You were nodding almost robotically, your fingertips just brushing his hair back and forth with no particular rhyme or reason. Just touching him. 

“His fever has yet to break but it’s lowered dramat—is she even listening to me?” Hershel finally asked Carol, who chuckled and leaned across Daryl to clasp your shoulder until you looked at her.

“Watch how he breathes, don’t let it get too slow. Only for an hour or so. Get him to cough and drink when he wakes up. Fever has come down but hasn’t broken. I’ll come tell you when to give him more tylenol. Okay?” 

You smiled, both embarrassed and grateful. “Okay.” With a nod to Hershel and an eye roll at Carol’s wink, you watched them shut the door. 

Your hand on his cheek had to be freezing. They had just said his fever was down but he felt like a furnace to you. Shit. You were still in the clothes you had been wearing out in the snow. Coat, boots, jeans, and one pair of socks were quickly shed, you were in your sweater and leggings with your thicker socks still covering your feet. You’d been gone long enough and couldn’t seem to wait another second to crawl onto the bed with him. He shivered once but settled, his head turning toward you. You thought for a moment he might wake but he remained still. 

With a deep breath, you settled yourself against his shoulder so that you could look up at his face. “I know you’re going to be mad as fuck at me, and I get it. You have a right to be and I won’t tell you otherwise. I was careful, I promise.” Your palm settled on his chest, feeling his heart lazily thump against it. “I have a—well, it’s just a bruise. Hershel looked at it. Thumper’s okay. I’m okay.” Why were you even talking? He was sound asleep. “I didn’t like being away from you while you were so sick. I don’t think I would have liked it even if you weren’t sick.” 

Your hand left his chest for your fingers to dance along his jaw while you admired just how peaceful he looked. No lines of worry or pain. Just resting, fully relaxed. Seeing him like that just made your own exhaustion compound into something nearly unavoidable. With a large yawn, you snuggled closer and placed your hand back on his chest, counting his breaths like sheep. You knew you were losing the battle to stay awake, a tinge of worry sparking to life in your chest until you felt him move, nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head. He wasn’t so sedated that he couldn’t move. 

Sighing, you smiled and finally let your eyes drift closed. “I love you.” You whispered, too far gone to react when the hand sporting the IV came to rest on top of yours.

“Me too, crazy girl.”

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[wordsbymae]

MINORS DNI

Title: The Viking

Pairing: Male OC x reader

TW: Violence, murder, generally bad things, implied non/con, no explicit smut but heavy Non/con groping!!, discussion of sexual slavery, mention of cannibalism, Christian elements but it is because I am and I am less afraid of stuffing up Christian stuff than other religions. If you are uncomfortable with any of that move on This man is not nice. Pet names: little mutt, little one and little lamb. Let me know if I missed anything let me know

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Also, I tried to do Gn but as I am a woman, I automatically write with a female reader in mind. But!!!!! I have tried my very best to not mention gender. If something doesn't work please tell me. Reader discretion is advised! Also, I hope I don't need to say this but I will just in case, I do not condone these sorts of actions!!! Or any actions in any of my work. This is pure fiction. Also, all my OCs and the reader are over the age of 18+. and I'm not gonna add google translate because that takes forever and you guys won't even be able to read it so he conveniently speaks the same language as the reader.

Notes: Aaaaa! I have 21 followers! You guys are absolutely amazing! I never thought anyone would want to read my stuff let alone like and reblog. This doesn't take place in any place in particular, if anything I heavily rely on the climate of my home. I was though heavily influenced by Vikings and their nordic culture of that time, however, I had originally planned to make the oc a barbarian of sorts and not a Viking. But my inspiration dive into Pinterest left me with Vikings so here we are. I might write a nomadic barbarian fic later on cause I do see them as quite different in my mind but it depends where this goes, I usually write the notes and triggers before I start writing as a way of planning my thoughts so it might change halfway through.

Also the climatic event in the beginning, in my mind, is the cause of a volcanic eruption somewhere on earth, there was a year of just constant winter due to a massive eruption a few centuries ago and I wanted to include that and showcase how superstitious the people of this time were, seeing the winter as a foreshadowing of terror. And hell they were right.

Lots of love Mae xx

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It was far too early in the season for the cold winds to be here. Your father pretended to not be frightened but you could see it in his eyes. There was a fear lingering. You could hear your parents whispering in worry when they thought you were asleep. You could hear your mother sob as they discussed what it could mean. Your homeland was one of sun and thunder, but never frost, never snow. Yet, a chill had descended onto your lands. A frost had spread across the summer grass. Your bare feet crunched upon what should have been dried pasture, instead, they were chilled by a wicked frost. The sun that you would curse for its harsh warmth was now hidden behind constant grey clouds and you begged for it to return. The floods and storms you ragged against never came. No seasonal thunderstorms after the humidity of the day. There was just darkness. Travellers and merchants from far-off lands, journeying to the capital came through your village, speaking of the darkness that had spread. It seemed like no kingdom or empire was safe. The frost and darkness had come for all.

The first omen of their arrival was the frost itself. It seeped into everything and made the ground as solid as rock, the summer pastures shrivelled up and left nothing but dirt behind.

The second omen was the famine. The harvest failed and the livestock starved. Your father was forced to sell the heifers and cows and slaughter all calves and steers to provide for your family. Still, it wasn't enough. You heard gruesome tales of far-off villages butchering each other for scraps of meat from their bones. Your village was lucky, the sea still provided as much as it could.

The third omen was the dragons. Firey images in the night sky, leaving streaks of light hanging in the air. As soon as they appeared men cried out and women fell to their knees. It was a sign of a terror to come.

The final omen was a raven.

The skies had begun to clear and the winter rains had soothed the harsh scars left behind. Crops had been sown and the frost retreated in the face of the reappeared sun. You had all thought that the struggles of the last few months were over. Your father had been able to buy a cow with calf last week with money you made weaving baskets. She was a skinny thing even with the calf in her belly, but with the winter rain healing the land, you could see her regaining strength.

You had thought it was a crow when you first saw it. It did seem to be a bit bigger than the crows that waited patiently for your fish scraps by the pier. But you had never seen a raven before, so why think anything of it. It had flown in from the sea, flew over the village before fixing its gaze on your mother's garden. Your mother prized her garden, especially her roses, and had cried bitter tears when the frost killed the flowers, leaving thorny masses behind, but they had begun to regrow, leaving your families house surrounded by a beautiful arrangement of daisies and violas, butterfly pea flowers and lilacs. You had your favourites of course. In fact, you were picking them right now, happy to make a bouquet for your ancestors' burial place. As you were sitting and deciding which flowers to choose, the raven landed beside you, you watch in amazement as it plucked a flower from your hand and rose into the air and back towards the sea. Standing up with a giggle you chased after it in play until you reached your property's fence. You watched until it was nothing but a black dot in a sky of blue. If you had known what it had foreshadowed you would have wrung its neck.

They themselves came in the night.

They landed on the beaches and in silence drifted into town. Axes drawn and blood-hungry. The first death was the blacksmith. He was stumbling from the inn, stomach filled with ale. He saw them first, and let out a cry of warning, but it did not save him from a dagger sliding across his throat. The killer let out a howl. His comrades followed. The screams began.

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You had lost sight of your mother in the smoke of the burning village. Fire ragged towards the heavens. The smell of charcoal and blood ravaged your senses. The yelling and screaming were just a constant now. Like how a bird song drifts into the background. You stood immobile calling for your mother, begging her to reveal herself. Out of habit, you called for your father, but you were harshly reminded that dead men can't answer. You watched as the savages ripped men to the ground and let blood flow. They hadn't noticed you yet it seemed. A lone wraith shaking in the centre of town. In the centre of all the murder and mayhem. For a moment you thought you were dead. That the arrow your father had taken for you had indeed struck you and now you were wandering the mortal realm alone and afraid until St Peter called for you.

Your eyes reached towards the heavens and you began to beg for the angels to pluck you from this horror. Your arms wrapped around yourself as tears flowed down your soot-covered cheeks. You were broken from your prayers when you heard your name being called, your mother perhaps? Your eyes rushed to find her. No, you can't see her. But it was enough to have you moving towards the darkness and away from the light of the fire. With your arms still holding you tight, you began to stumble towards the outskirts of town. Once in the fields outside town, you could hide. Wait till they grew bored of your village and left in their ships to torment another village. You were reminded of a time when you were fearful of the dark. But now it was your salvation. Tripping over your feet you struggled to remain standing, leaning on the walls of yet-to-be-destroyed houses and holding onto the rungs of fences. You kept rushing forward, eyes onto the safety of darkness. You were close, only a few more steps.

A beast emerged from the darkness. His face burned with the light of the fire, and his axe shined with delight. His furs were matted with blood and encompassed his shoulder. His arms were bare save for strips of leather circling them. There was blood on his arms and hands as well, dripping onto the handle of his axe and onto the dirt below. You stood still, hoping perhaps you were dead. That he would just pass by and you could remain nothing more but a spirit. If death was without pain you would prefer it to the horrors the beast in front of you was capable of. His face was marked with blood, lines travelling over his forehead and down through his eyes. His eyes flickered with hunger and his mouth was turned up into a grin. He stood feet wide as if he was ready to battle, but his hand was loose on the axe, allowing it to dangle from his palm. He saw no threat in you.

A strange mix of sounds came from his mouth, while his voice was rough and stern, his words were lyrical and filled with rounded sounds and quick sharp notes. It left you confused and almost enchanted, like a deer in the gaze of a hunter.

His voice stopped and his eyes drifted down and then up. He gave a deep laugh at the site of your cowering.

"Come little mutt, stand tall" he chuckled with amusement. You whimpered at the sight of him, a beast of a man denying your freedom. He began to march towards you his axe swinging in his hold. You try to take steps back but he is quicker. You yelp as he pushes you towards a wall, his thick forearm resting against your neck as he peers down at you. You could see the scars littering his face and could smell the stench of blood dominating his body. You could feel the warmth of the blood from his arm smearing all over your neck and chest. You hated to think whose blood it once was.

"Little mutt has no teeth huh? What about claws? hm?" he questioned, joy in your torment in his eyes.

"If I was to fuck you now would you fight me? Would you claw at me or bite at my fingers?" he laughed at your obvious fear. He brought his head down to your neck and sniffed loudly. You cringed as his nose met your skin.

"You smell sweet little mutt. I wonder if you taste just as good"

you struggled as his tongue run up your neck, tears tumbling down your cheeks.

"As sweet as honey!" he cheered. His forearm dug into your neck further as you struggled to escape. He began to shush you, giving out soothing sounds like you would a crying baby as his body stepped forward to meet yours.

" Please don't kill me" you choked, eyes red with fear.

"Never little one!" he bellowed, his face of mock hurt. "Why would I kill you? hm?" he comforted, releasing his arm if only by a fraction. "You will fetch me a high price at the slave markets, little lamb. Men will go mad trying to buy you for their beds" he grinned, showing off his sharp canine teeth. You struggled once more, this time clawing at his arm and chest.

"So the little mutt has claws! Maybe I will keep you for myself. Use you to warm my cock. Would you like that little one?" he teased, he moved his face closer, his tongue darting out to catch the tears on your cheek.

" Get off me" you grunted, desperately trying to remove his arm. he teased you by feigning pity.

"Poor little lamb, you must be so scared. Trapped by a beast like me" he cooed, pushing his arm further into your skin. You watched as his eyes drifted to your chest below his arm. He dropped the axe in his other hand to the ground, it falling flat with a light thud. He looked you in the eyes once more. You could see mischief in them.

"I am torn between keeping you for my bed slave and making a small fortune on another man's desires. Let me see your wares and then I shall decide" he sang, his grin reaching higher and higher with each word. You could only watch in horror as his hands reached for the front of your night smock and ripped it. You tried to grab his wrists but he was too strong. In a mere moment, your smock lay tattered on the ground and you stood bare in the night air. His eyes drank you in, and his hands drifted over your body. He gripped tightly in some places and softly in others. Blood from his hands was left smeared all over you, like rivers on a map. His eyes found yours once more and glee was evident on his face.

"I have decided little mutt. You shall warm my bed and most importantly me" he proclaimed, laughing at the end. "I am to be your master and you the little mutt at my heels. But first, let me dull those claws, hm?"

You stood arms covering yourself confused at his words. You had no claws to dull.

You gave a shriek as he began to drag you into the darkness. His hand was tight against your wrists. You tried to use your body weight to stop him, but it only ended with you falling to the ground and him dragging you through the dirt. You screamed and kicked, shouted and cried. He just laughed.

The dirt turned to soft grass as released you from his grip. You shot up to your bare feet, only to be thrown to the ground and a foot thrown on your stomach.

"I admire your fight little mutt, but as your master, I cannot in good conscious allow you to disrespect me. it would not be natural." he cooed at you, his hair falling into his eyes. You choked out a sob at the thought of what he planned to do. You were both far enough from the town your screams would not be heard and you were both hidden by lush pasture. You began to pray, your words drowning in sobs.

"Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kin-"

"Enough!" shouted, falling onto his knees above you, a dagger glinting in his hand.

"Keep your God, fine, but do not expect kindness from me when you beg for his mercy" he sneered. You watched in terror as the dagger raced towards your head, only for it to land safely in the soil next to you.

"Now little lamb moan sweetly for me, will you?" he smiled, his grin one of filth. You lay there looking up at him in fear. "I said moan" he barked, his hand reaching for your throat. You gave him what he wanted, although it was tarnished by your terror.

"Like the music of the gods" he praised. He removed his hand from your throat and brought both to your knees, lifting them up and slotting himself in between them.

"Look at you little mutt, shaking and cowering in fear and yet I haven't even fucked you yet. You Christians are strange folk. If you knew of pleasure you would be moaning on my cock by now. You yourself would have begged for it. Begged for me to fuck your tight little hole on the ashes of your ho-" you slapped him with a furry. A rage releases from you, with you reaching for the dagger beside your head. His hand reached for yours first and punished it with his strength. He gave off a terrifying laugh as you were forced to drop the knife and he quickly threw it behind him.

"Maybe you aren't a little mutt but a little wolf instead. That fire in you will warm my cock and balls for years to come. But first, let me break you in"

You really did wish that arrow had found its mark in you.

#vikings #oc #gn!reader #viking oc #i noticed i write in past tense. I guess thats just my writing #i was going to tag yandere but it isnt #its just dark #viking x reader #oc viking x reader #dark fic #dark drabble #tw noncon

[reptileofdoom]

Public PSA and Callout Of Hawkshadow/Luna: A Continued Pattern of Hurt and Manipulation Part 1 of 2

Hello, my name is Autumn aka reptileofdoom on Twitter & Tumblr. I debated whether to make this post for a long time and continually questioned myself; however, I've realized that if I don't, that guilt will sit with me for a long time. This post is directed toward Luna; known on AO3 as hawkshadow, on Twitter as @/dage_mingjue and on Tumblr as @/petesbubblebutt and @/hawkshadowwrites.

I am extremely concerned that Luna continues to be a big name in the community; her "big name" status gives her credibility that is, frankly, undeserved, and it makes people lower their guard, which allows her to take advantage of them better. Please, please be on your guard around her.

This isn't just my story. Other people have given me permission to use their names and testimonies as part of this post. I have done my best to provide proof and evidence of everything mentioned, and when unavailable, I encourage readers to question. Please reply if you would like additional information regarding any of the points in this post.

Since I will most definitely be accused of clout-chasing, let me be clear: if you follow me just because of this post, I am going to shatter your kneecaps. Do not follow me for this, I repeat.

Some screenshots have had information covered solely for the sake of privacy. I think she's dangerous, but I don't want to give her personal information to the internet, or involve unrelated people. That being said, due to the nature of the issue, sometimes it's impossible to cover without removing relevant information.

Additionally, due to who she is and how she operates, I have opted for the safety of posting conversations IN FULL; which means 5-10 screenshots for each conversation. I would rather be safe than sorry, because I WOULD otherwise be accused of concealing. So this will be a long read, which is why I am using a "read more" break.

So, here are the basic details, presented first from my own point of view:

Luna and I used to be quite close fandom friends, in the period of August 2022 - January 2023, when our big "breakup" happened. During that time, Luna created an extremely uneven dynamic within our friendship: constantly talking about her own problems, trauma-dumping, and complaining about various things. My own personal issues, when brought up, were either never addressed or I would be outright berated for bringing them up.

Additionally, and I am using this word with its full intended meaning: she would intentionally gaslight me, making me question the reality of our friendship, claiming that I was "emotionally manipulating" her, all the while trampling over my own boundaries and not being able to give even basic courtesies expected in friendship. She blatantly took advantage of my autism, gaslighting me by telling me that social norms didn't work the way I thought.

For full context: I am autistic. At the time of our friendship, I lived with my parents, who have for years emotionally abused me for said autism. There were many unsafe things about the environment I was in. On top of that, there is an 8 year age difference between myself and Luna. (She is older.)

I bring up my own age not as a "gotcha", but as important context to keep in mind for the conversations you are about to read as we get into the meat of this. I am aware that Luna is also neurodivergent but 1) that is not the same thing as autistic and 2) I gave her many, many benefits of the doubt throughout our friendship. Please keep in mind neurotypes are not an excuse for continued horrible behavior.

(About my own age: I am 20 years old. When entering Kinnporsche & Vegaspete fandom, I was under the impression the show is merely 18+ and it is labelled as such in most places. I did not even hear of it supposedly being 21+ until a few months ago. Nevertheless, I do my best to respect everyone's comfort and leave spaces not intended for me.)

One last disclaimer: I am not trying to frame this as a "cancellation post." Most of all, I intend for this to be a warning for anyone in a similar position to myself, easily taken advantage of. If, on the other hand, you read everything and see no issue with any of Luna's behavior, then I will not argue with you. I am not asking people to abandon their friendships with this person - merely to guard themselves from being hurt the way I was, over and over again.

Timeline of event (summary):

Luna and I first started talking in August or so. Unfortunately, due to the mutual blocks, a lot of our Twitter history is inaccessible to me; but I know the rough timeframe because at the end of August is when Luna and I sent each other our first DMs on Discord. Most of the events happened there; some others happened in her server, which I left after our breakup and have no interest in returning to.

In October is when the first concerning behavior popped up; on the 31st of October I attempted to pull away from the friendship, not quite realizing what was happening but becoming aware that every interaction I had with Luna left me feeling anxious and panicky. I was guilted into staying and feeling bad for ever trying to do that. Our worst interaction happened in November. After this things calmed down throughout December, precipitating again in January when we made the decision to work on and post fanfiction together. The posting of this fanfic became the straw that broke the camel's back.

A deeper dive into these events:

A lot of this is going to seem like very personal drama. Unfortunately, it is only through showing all this that I can show the horrible manipulative tactics she would use. Please bear with me.

As mentioned previously, the beginning of our friendship was on Twitter, where we have now blocked each other. As such, I have lost access to our DM history. I have tried downloading my Twitter archive and various other methods, but nothing I have tried has allowed me to regain access.

Proof that I can't message and/or look at DMs from her:

Proof that our DM conversation did, at one point, exist (yes, unfortunately I have to use vegetable porn here to prove my point):

Since we were not too close during the Twitter era, there thankfully isn't much that needs to be brought up from those days. However, there is one extremely critical fact in those conversations: It was there that I told Luna about my living situation and trouble with parents. Most of all, I very specifically told her I would get called "emotionally manipulative" just for having meltdowns.

It is now impossible to retrieve that conversation, unless by some miracle she unblocks me. I do not have high hopes for this happening. For now I ask: please just believe this happened and keep it in mind.

With that established, we get into when the manipulation started blatantly showing. It first came about as a result of... a GC, of all things. That Luna would frequently post screenshots of and I felt envious of. Perhaps it was my own mistake to not resort to clear communication immediately, but here is a conversation where I first brought up the topic, implying I would really like to join.

Her responses aren't.. bad, per say. Obtuse, more like. There is nothing incriminating here, but look at what she focuses on, what specific things she does not address - and where the conversation ends up, with who comforting whom.

(From now on, passages of interest will be circled in yellow.)

So Attempt #1 was a bust, right? Okay, no biggie, we commiserated a little over mutual insecurities, I just have to ask my friend outright so she knows what I mean-

Right. I am not quite sure how to commentate this entire exchange, even half a year later, but let me give it my best shot.

At this point, you're probably still giving her benefit of the doubt. "She is just really, really bad at knowing how to communicate" you might say. That is what I told myself at the time. (Note: I am hyper empathetic so please know that at every point I was primed to believe her and empathize.)

It's really, really awkward to have to make this point through conversation about people essentially unrelated to this, but this unfortunately became our driving issue. For context, this famed GC had all of.. 5? 6? people apart from her. So if you are imagining a massive server with strict rules? Nope.

Next, notice how instead of just. Admitting she can ask her own friends a question, she tries to make me seem unreasonable. "What, you want me to stop mentioning my friends?" basically. She then also, specifically, makes a point of saying "You are not being rejected." This will become important later.

At around this time, I came to realize: this friendship wasn't good for me. I did not have the words for it, nor could I believe any of the blame was on her, but I knew a few things:

I was always the first one to start conversations.

It would take Luna long amounts of time to reply.

When she did reply, it still ended up being an unbalanced conversation, with me doing about 70-80% of the talking.

Every time I talked to Luna or was waiting for a reply, I would feel horrible, anxious and, in short, like shit.

Now, I turned all these issues inward and looked for the root of the problem inside myself. Having been blamed for my autism all my life, it ended up being my justification for many of these things, sometimes in creative ways.

This is the message I sent Luna on October 31st and the ensuing conversation:

My first message doesn't fit the screenshot; full text is in image description.

She then proceeded to post MULTIPLE screenshots of her latest conversations with not only fandom friends, but real life people including HER ROOMMATES. As proof of her lowered capacity for responding to people. I will save my commentary for the end; Let us continue:

A screenshot of her Twitter DMs to show who she has responded to and when.

Interjecting that at this point she still had not done the extremely basic thing of just. Asking her friends if she could invite someone. And notice the use of the word "manipulative."

Let's take a pause here because I shit you not, that was the end of the conversation.

Did you see the immediate guilt-tripping? The language implying I am to blame for everything? "If YOU think our friendship is toxic" "if YOU think this is best for you"

There are many things she says here that are, in hindsight, INSANE. But chief among which is her insistence on hierarchy and social dynamics.

Do you see why I wrote that she took advantage of my autism?

"I'm not the one at fault, YOU are the one who is fundamentally misunderstanding how group dynamics work."

I talked to my friends about this. I vented to them about being so dumb and stupid I couldn't even understand a basic thing, without showing them the conversation of course. I felt immense self-hatred because she convinced me it wasn't her being weird and unreasonable - it was just me being dumb and disabled!

And a necessary reminder: She was very clear about the fact that she WASN'T rejecting me. She really DID want me there! It's just she had no options :(

Why did I make myself seem so pathetic as to practically beg her to let me join her group? Because at the same time, she'd tell me shit like I was her favorite person and encouraging me to go make friends with the other people and surely THEY would want to then invite me.

Last of all, please notice how the conversation ends. Two apologies and no response. But a prompt idea? Something fandom-y? Yeah, she'll engage with that and make no acknowledgement of anything before.

A lot of these conversations are so frustrating to look back on in hindsight. Obviously, she had no interest in me and did not actually care for a proper friendship. I was somebody to conveniently vent to and get fanfic ideas from; otherwise, I don't think she had much interest in me as a person. (Something further supported by the things we're gonna be getting into next.)

Now, where we last left off I was guilted into continuing this friendship. A friendship, I emphasize again: I had multiple times stated was unhealthy for me and was actively causing me frequent breakdowns.

The following conversation happened as a result of something in the server. As mentioned: I no longer have access to those records. In short, however: Luna and I had a short disagreement where she stated she didn't like something I was saying. Which was fine! I felt very apologetic and apologized. To which she responded "okay" and... nothing else.

So I sent a few message in the server chat. Waited. No response for hours. My anxiety went through the roof - I started having an anxiety attack and, in desperation, DM'd Luna multiple times privately because I had no idea what was happening: whether our disagreement was resolved, or if she was still mad, or what. I would like to make it clear the only thing I was looking for was just a confirmation of: "are we good?" If the answer had been "oh, yeah, I accepted your apology" there would have been zero problem. Instead, this is what happened:

This is the conversation, in its entirety.

Do you see why I used the term gaslighting? In its full, actual definition as an abuse tactic?

It is hard to write a commentary for this. Look at how many times she twists what I say and mean. To be clear; I am fully aware of how passive aggressive my language in this conversation becomes. I am not proud of it. But as mentioned, I had been worn down by months of constant anxiety; in a weird way, I do feel proud looking back, that I was able to stand up for myself in this moment. In the end, I put all the blame on myself again, which led to a.. small concession from her.

I hope it is clear from these images that I was never looking for more than 5 seconds of her time, whenever she was able to check her messages. The expectation with messages, in general, is that the person will get to them when they get to them. Her insistence that I was being selfish, messaging her while she was at work, comes out of nowhere and is especially strange because.. she would message at work all the time. It was not a boundary she had ever enforced before.

I am not coming here from a position of "we argued once and now I hate her." I am coming from a position of "this is a person who messed me up for months in a way that has required extensive therapy." THIS is why I am making a post like this, about how dangerous she is and how much I want people to be aware so that they can please, please protect themselves.

She would constantly come to me with more intense problems, all the time. She had me talk her down from panic attacks at work. (Not shown because 1 - image limit, 2 - it is very personal, and I still feel bad exposing her personal stuff.) But when I had a single time it got bad, when all I needed was "yeah, I'm not mad, don't worry"? This was the response.

There is more. It gets worse. Unfortunately, I have hit the 30-image tumblr limit: this will be continued in a second post, that is linked:

PART 2

#hawkshadow #vegaspete #kinnporsche the series #fandom stuff #fandom drama

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 56. brb x oc

stop it

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, then SMUT. SMUT SMUT, FILTH MINORS DNI I WILL KNOW Rooster has a kink everyone already knew about

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He forgot how good Christmas food was, a complete opposite of chugging eggnog from a carton alone in his bedroom. He had to admit he never had fish for Christmas’ Eve food nor seafood like this, he’s used to meat and at best chicken, but never fish. It was really good and Beatrice’s mother would always ask if he wanted more or if he was still hungry, it took Beatrice saying that “I think that’s more than enough mamma.” for her to stop.

But then she said, “I’ll set it aside so you can take it home!”

Bradley really liked this, it was so nice, he felt so welcome. Of course they all talked about things only they knew about and there were some inside jokes here and there, but he was invited to at least four fishing trips, six trips to Italy and several card games in a matter of seconds. Beatrice’s nephews and nieces were very tall for their age, especially the ones still in middle school like Trevor and Vanessa, the ones in college didn’t surprise him when it came to the stature. 

He had to admit that remembering all of their names was a bit hard at first, but he got the hang of it quickly once he talked to them enough. They were really good, smart and talented kids, with the oldest one from Sabrina - Josh ,who was at least 6’2” at the ripe age of eighteen, easily towering over his parents - even saying he was going to study Aeronautic and Astronautics at MIT. 

He really felt like he already belonged here, like this family was his own as much it was Bea’s. And he could live with that.

After a while, he turned to Beatrice when her family was busy talking amongst each other, “Bea, where’s the bathroom?” his girlfriend turns her head in his direction and smiles, pushing the chair back to stand up and telling him to follow her. They go back inside the house, walk through the same hallway as before then turn to the left where there was a decorated staircase with a tiny long legged Santa Claus sitting on the end of the banister. He follows Beatrice up the stairs, the lights turning on automatically when they do,tilting his head to where he could see more pictures hanging on the walls and a long hallway with five doors, three on the right and two on the left.

Beatrice stops by the first one on the right, opening it and turning the light on, “There you go.” she smiles, waiting for him to take a look inside. He wouldn’t take long, he told her, kissing her lips sweetly as the door closed behind him. While he was there, Beatrice couldn’t help but drag her eyes to the door closest to the one down the hall, the last door on the left side of the house. 

Her feet moved before she could stop herself, turning on the door handle to reveal the room she used to sleep in before she moved out for real. While she lived on campus during most of her college life and balanced it with working for her uncle part time, she still came home every now and again, especially during summer break or if she had no classes she chose to go back home.

It was mostly empty since her things were now in her house, but her parents left the single bed she used to own right next to the wall with the same floral sheets and the colorful pillows she had when she was much younger. Her shelves were partially empty, there were some old books from her childhood she chose not to take with her when she moved out - she asked her parents to donate them but they refused. She gently touches the mint colored wallpaper with tiny flowers drawn on it, tilting her head up with a smile as she sees the space where her Jonas Brothers’ poster once was, leaving only the pins that held it up. She sits down on her old bed, stilling when she heard it snap and fearing it’d break - it was very old - but it wasn't, it was just the wood ‘waking up’ as her nonna would say.

Her old side table was still there as well, the drawers still have the Powerpuff girls stickers she couldn’t get out after so long. Beatrice hooked her finger on the bronze colored flower pulls and dragged the drawer open. It had a few things such as an old scrunchie, a pen and her old journal. Beatrice did a double take, she was sure she tossed that ages ago, grabbing it with some difficulty since it was a bit larger than the drawer space itself and the plastic cover appeared to have puffed up.

The gel inside thinned over the years, obviously, some of the glitter dried on the plastic cover exposing more of the mermaid drawing underneath. The journal didn’t have a lock anymore, it snapped when she was younger so she used to keep it tucked inside the drawer so no one would find it. She hasn’t seen that in so long, she could see the pages were used since the journal seemed larger than it was. The cover creaked when she opened it, smiling when she saw her name written on the inside and the date she got it before she flipped the pages with some difficulty.

They were dry and a bit flaky, some of them even broke when she moved them but she could still check what was written inside. Her writing was horrible back then, good lord, but she was also really young when she got it, so she could cut herself some slack. The first pages started simple, with a greeting or something of the sort, she remembered how she used it during the first years of middle school then stopped.

Until she started high school and she was surrounded by feelings and hormonal changes, some of them less appealing than others and that was when the bullying started. The pages went from happiness for starting high school to complete despair in a matter of months. She never mentioned it to her parents, she only wrote it down there and hoped for the best, hoped it would stop.

It seemed wrong to be reading this again on Christmas’ Eve, but she couldn’t help it. Even if it was barely a full glance she didn’t want to remember what happened before. She shouldn’t because she was a new person, with a new life and a new relationship with a wonderful man who was everything she ever wanted. She sighs, closing her journal quickly when she hears footsteps approaching her door, “Oh, Roos.” She breathes out in relief when the pilot appears on the doorway, looking around the room curiously.

“Is this your old room?” She nods and he turns his head to take more in, chuckling to himself at the stickers glued to the wall, digging his hands in his jeans as he gets closer to her on the bed. He sits down next to her, removing his hands from his pockets to interlace them between his open legs, “What are you doing?”

“Honestly,I don’t know.” she laughs softly, holding up the now closed journal, “I found my old diary, I really thought I tossed this away years ago. I guess I forgot it was still here.” Beatrice looks down at it with her face blank, running her finger on the plastic cover  before she places it back inside the drawer, giving it a firm push so it’d stay inside.

Bradley drops his eyes to the now partially hidden journal, the voices of her family loud outside mixed with the music playing were weirdly soothing in the background, watching how she looked at it with her brows furrowed, “What’s got you thinking, gorgeous?”

Beatrice huffs out through her nose, “I wrote a lot of bad stuff that happened to me in there.” she murmurs, “It feels wrong talking about it during Christmas time, though…but I guess…” she bites her lower lip for a second, subtly shaking her head, “I don’t know, maybe it’s time I recycle that, I don’t think it’s good to keep it even if it’s not with me.” 

Bradley scooted closer to her so she could lean on his shoulder, his lips pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “If you think so.” he begins, still with his lips against her scalp, “I guess the younger you would appreciate it.” he feels Beatrice’s soft laugh when her shoulders move, followed by a quiet ‘yeah’. 

“But not tonight.” she says, straightening herself and pushing herself to her feet, offering him her hand. Her smile returned with full force, red lips curved up and cheeks flushed when he took it, interlacing their fingers together “Tonight is going to be filled with gifts, booze and maybe Michael singing Bella Ciao.”

“Bella Ciao?” he repeats, following Beatrice out of her room after she turns the light off, “From Money Heist?”

Bea chuckles, tossing a look over her shoulder, “In a way, apparently our great grandfather was part of the Resistance in Italy during WW2 against the Germans, he used to sing that song to my nonno when he was a child and in turn my nonno sang to his children.” she smiles softly, “Michael just really thinks he can sing and thinks if he sings that song we’ll agree with his weird ideas.”

“Ah.” They walk down the stairs, his head returning to the group of pictures on the wall, especially the one with the couple getting married. The groom had a mustache and slicked back hair and was winking to the camera while his wife - who upon further inspection appeared to be Beatrice’s nonna - hugged his arm as they walked out of a church. “Is that your nonno?”

She stops from going back outside to look back at the picture, a little smile on her face, “Yes, it’s my nonno Massimo and my nonna’s wedding day.” Bradley could see where most of the people in her family got their height, her nonno was clearly much taller than the people around them, including his wife. “It’s one of the pictures we have from their wedding actually. They lost most of them when they migrated to the US.” she explains and his eyes turn to another picture, this one with her siblings who were clearly younger in a circle on a grassy lane.

The one in the middle was Leonardo, who was the smallest of them all, and the hair color gave it away making it easier for him to identify who was who in that picture. On his lap lay a baby Beatrice, big green eyes wide and staring at the camera just like her other siblings were. There were other pictures of all the children through the years, with Beatrice’s graduation picture being the last one on the line and right next to the childrens’ pictures were the grandchildren, not to mention distant family members. 

“Mamma! Michael pinched me!”

“I did not! Don’t lie! I didn’t even touch you, Marina!!”

“I’m not lying! Mamma, look it’s all red!”

The bickering made a laugh sputter out of Beatrice, “I told you it’d get loud.” She tugs him down the hallway back to the patio, where Marina was showing their mother a red bruise forming on her arm while their brother tried to explain it wasn’t even that bad and he even pinched himself to prove it wasn’t him. Bradley took notice that the other siblings either ignored or rolled their eyes at what was happening - Guillermo being the one who sighed the loudest. 

Their parents, especially their father, rubbed his eyes with the tips of his fingers as his wife tried to see if there was a bruise or not, with the conclusion that it was actually a bug bite and not a pinch. Beatrice and Bradley sat back down, with the brunette biting her lips to hold back her smile as her siblings continued bickering like teenagers, much like they always did during reunions like that. It never escalated from a full argument, honestly it was incredibly funny how Marina and Michael were always the one who argued so often.

Claudia told them to stop the squabbling as she went back inside to grab the dessert. During the time they were inside, her mother had cleaned the table and placed the decorated plates she only used when they were done with dinner. “And I don’t want any more arguing!’ her mother’s voice returns, holding a large cake in her hands “So rude! It’s Bradley and Pamela’s,” Giovanna’s girlfriend, “first time here and this is the comportament you two show? I’ve raised you better than that.”

There are quiet snorts coming from the other siblings as Michael and Marina cross their arms and sulk under their mother’s onslaught. Claudia went back and forth inside the house to bring more sweets and hasn’t stopped giving her middle children a speech, only stopping completely when there wasn’t anything else to bring from the outside, “And that’s why you two will get the desserts last!”

“But–”

“Mamma!”

Claudia shushed them with a finger and a glare, making the two full grown adults sulk even more in their seats. Her angry façade immediately melted to a sweet smile when she turned to Rooster and Pamela who sat farther away, “You two will be the first,” and there was no backing out of it. Beatrice did say that maybe Bradley could choose what he wanted instead of her putting a bit of everything on his plate, “Oh, fair. Well, you can choose bambino, what would you like?”

Much like dinner, the options seemed endless, but he did end up asking for a slice of cake and a cannoli. He never had fresh cannolis before and he knew those definitely were. Claudia was more than happy and the slice she gave him wasn’t too big - because of Beatrice telling her so again. Claudia moved her focus towards her granddaughter’s girlfriend then, while Beatrice cut a slice of cake to herself, “It’s almond honey cake, by the way.” she explains while licking her fingers clean of frosting, “And there is a lot of almonds in it, you won’t miss it.”

“I never had a cake like that before.” he mutters as the rest of her family trades plates around, excluding the two siblings who just argued and were still angrily glaring at each other, “Your mom always does it?”

“Well, not really.” Beatrice smiles, placing a cannoli right next to her slice just like on Bradley’s plate, “She does it whenever we get new people in the family, like a new birth or…you know, a new relationship.” She whispers the last part with her cheeks red and he has to hold back from kissing her, his own chest warming just at the mention that this cake was made specifically for him and Giovanna’s girlfriend as a welcome gift. 

Rooster lets out a soft laugh, his own cheeks flushing just a bit at the notion they already considered them to be part of the family. It really made him happy that he was now someone they trusted so much, especially with Beatrice. 

They kept talking after dessert, her mother even making them coffee - which according to Bea was tradition to do - as the night went on. The second the clock struck midnight and it was officially the 25th of December, and half of the younger kids were snoozing back in the rooms inside the house, Bianca included, they shared their gifts. Beatrice told him he didn’t have to really bring anything for her siblings but he could bring something for her parents if he wanted to, which he did.

Bea’s father was a car aficionado and was fond of miniatures, so he got him a 1977 Ford Mustang miniature that was so detailed it looked like the real thing. Rafael was touched, very touched and even hugged Bradley as a thanks. Bea’s mom was easier, she liked scarves and gloves, anything that reminded her of the sixties or Sophia Loren, so with the help of Beatrice he managed to get her exactly that in different colors.

Claudia was thankful, almost tearing up and kissing the young pilot’s cheeks in such a motherly way Bradley felt like crying himself…then it was time for his gifts. He wasn’t expecting a lot, in his mind if he didn’t have to give her siblings anything, it also meant they didn’t have to give him anything. 

But, he was wrong.

Because he did get gifts from pretty much all of her siblings, even Guillermo. He was a bit shocked, looking at the gift boxes in surprise and then at Beatrice who just smiled and told him to open them. He got new shirts, patterned and solid colors, new shoes, a bottle of grappa that Michael was sure he’d enjoy and a new denim jacket…and drawings from Bianca, obviously. Bradley just looked at the gifts in complete shock, he hasn’t gotten gifts in a very, very long time, especially so many, “I…” his throat felt clamped up from emotion, “...thank you, this is– thanks. Really.”

“It’s not done yet, ragazzo.” Rafael laughs, leaning under his seat to pull out his own gift. He had no idea how he managed to hide such a large box there for so long.“Here, open it.” Rooster stared at the older man for a few seconds, then opened the box after ripping the paper open. Inside the box was not only a complete grooming kit, but there was also a decanter set with his initials engraved in the glass bottle. “My tesoro said you enjoy whisky and have a specific routine to take care of yourself, so my wife and I thought this would be a good gift.”

Bradley was speechless. He looked at the gift for a few more minutes before he finally found the words, “...thank you,I really like this.” Was that an F-18 on the side of the glasses too? “It’s…it’s incredible, thank you so much.” he was smiling so wide his cheeks hurt, still looking at his very own decanter set!! Beatrice smiles, hugging his arm and kissing his cheek as he just couldn’t stop staring at the gifts he got.

-

They leave the Schiavoni’s house soon after the gift giving, Bradley again thanking everyone for the gifts before he and Beatrice placed what they got that night inside the Bronco in the best way they could, including the food. As soon as they got inside, she looked over at Rooster who was holding the steering wheel tightly, his mouth still curved into a smile before he turned the car on and drove off. 

“That was…” he begins, moving his mouth without words, “I’ve– wow.” he chuckles a bit out of breath because of how much had happened in a matter of hours, “That was really fun, baby. It was amazing.”

“I’m glad you liked it.” she tried to ignore the anxiety bubbling inside of her as she remembered what was going to happen as soon as they got home. She inhaled deeply, playing it off as if she was looking at the Christmas decoration instead of calming her quickly beating heart. Just having that smile on his face was more than enough for Beatrice for right now.

When they got back at her house and she helped him bring the gifts inside, she bit her lip hard watching her boyfriend drop the boxes and bags beside her door, rushing to put the food inside her fridge before coming back “You know,I–” the words get stuck in her throat when he lifts his head to look her way, “There’s…another gift, um…that I have for you.” Come on Bea, she thinks, you can do this “I-It’s a surprise though, so…you’ll have to close your eyes.”

Bradley arches his eyebrow, “A surprise?” he sounded excited, that was good right? “Oh, baby you are going to spoil me…but I’m not complaining. Can you give me a hint as to what it is?” Beatrice shakes her head with a smile, then grabs his wrist to sit him down on her couch, her coffee table still further away and giving it enough space.

“No, Bradley, I can't give you a hint.” she says in a matter of fact tone, her cheeks undoubtedly flushed red and she hoped he couldn’t see it since the lights were off and the only source of light was coming from  the christmas lights flickering around them, since her curtains covered her glass doors“It won’t be a surprise if I do that.”

“Mm, I guess.” he smiles, boyishly so, “So, is this the part where I close my eyes and wait?”

“Yes.” she turns around to go up the stairs when Bradley places his hands over his eyes with a grin. She chuckles softly, he was so cute, nearing the staircase but stopping when he calls her name. Bradley parts his index and ring finger, giving him enough space to peek between them towards her.

“How long until the surprise is here?”

“Not long Brad, you can’t peek!”

“I’m just asking!” he says while laughing, closing his fingers again and finally covering his eyes for real. She was glad he removed his jacket and was only wearing that tight top that literally hides nothing from her view…and those jeans were so nice on his legs– she was stalling, she had to move. Beatrice inhaled one more time for courage, pulled out her phone to check if the bluetooth speaker was connected and made her way up the stairs once she kicked her boots off.

She continued with the pep talk until she reached the armoire, grabbing the duffel bag from the inside before making her way into the bathroom, locking the door behind herself “Okay.” she whispered, “Okay, okay.” She quickly unzipped it and pulled out the contents. The lingerie she never wore when he was deployed was going to be used right now, so she had to be fast.

Her pants and top were gone, soon followed were her plain panties and bra,”Okay, okay I can do it,” her voice shook as she repeated the words, sliding on the black cheeky panties and wincing when the elastic accidentally slapped against her skin in her hurry, “I can do it, it’s going to be fine…” she put on the bra, pushing her breasts together in a way that they seemed to double in size, “I’m going to do this, he’s going to like it, it’s going to be okay.”

The stockings were a bit harder, she couldn’t pull them too fast or else they’d rip, so she pulled them up her legs - which was a blessing, how hard was it to find plus size stockings that actually fit?? - then put on the waist garter that had lace just like the bra and panties. She carefully clipped on the edge of the stockings, nervously singing to herself as she tried to not look at her reflection in the mirror. “Okay…I’m done.” she whispered to herself, wringing her hands together and looking at her body in the mirror “...I…can’t do this.” 

All her courage slipped from her and she crouched next to the sink, trying to ease her breathing, “I can’t do this, I can’t, this isn’t– I…” clenching her eyes, Beatrice clenched the edge of the sink, the cold porcelain cooling her fingers as she tried to regain the bravery from before.

You can be confident Bea, her own voice said in her head, Stand up, look at yourself and give him your Christmas gift! She whimpered in pure fear, peeking at her reflection from the edge of the sink and obviously only seeing the upper half of her face and her worried eyes staring back at her, “...I can do this.” she says then after a few minutes, pushing herself to a standing position and giving herself a better look than before. 

She looked great, she looked sexy and she was going to make Bradley lose his mind…before she chickened out again that is. Beatrice closed her eyes, inhaling a breath for courage and then looking down at her phone.

Meanwhile, Bradley was starting to worry that either Bea was having a hard time bringing his surprise or she was too tired and ended up falling asleep up there. He knew he shouldn’t, but he peeked through his fingers again, moving one eyeball around in hopes he could see his girlfriend, “Bea?” he calls and gets no response, only the sound of the wind outside answers him instead. 

Maybe she did fall asleep up there, maybe she was just so tired. So he drops his hands, pressing them on the soft cushions of her couch to push himself upwards. “I thought I asked you to keep your eyes closed, Lieutenant.” he goes completely still when he hears her voice coming from the top of the stairs, slowly lifting his gaze only to see her silhouette and nothing more, it was too dark and the flickering lights were too far to give him a full view of what she was wearing.

He followed her movements as she slowly made her way down, the closer she got to the floor the more the colorful lights showed him. And he felt all moisture leave his mouth the second he had a full view of her outfit, with the black set making her look like pure sin and the stockings and the heels, the same heels she wore during the time they went to the club. 

“Bea…?” of course it was her, he thought, who else would it be? Only she could wear something like that and look even sexier than normal. His mouth parted as he breathed, taking in her whole outfit, the way it complimented her waist and breasts and thighs…he couldn’t stop looking and he didn’t want to. Just the way her half open eyes were peering down at him was enough to drive him insane.

“You can’t do that,” comes her sultry voice, “How can it be a surprise if you didn’t keep your eyes closed?” he was feeling hot, he wanted to take off his shirt but was too busy clenching the couch’s fabric to do anything else. “But I think I can let it go, after all Lieutenant, this is all for you.”

Oh he was going to die. Right now.

“Bea, baby…” he tried to follow her lips when her face neared his, but she pushed against his chest and kept him pressed against the couch. 

“You know Lieutenant,” every time she said that his blood boiled, “I lied to you.” she whispers, leaning back to comb her fingers through her hair and toss it over her shoulder, her movements, just the way she was moving her hips when she talked was going to make him explode, “Because my dance class wasn't really zumba, or a workout class really..” His eyes follow the hands that drag from her hips to her nape, pulling her hair up only to let it drop in front of her face. “It was actually pole dancing.” his breathing hitched, his fingers digging harder on the couch cushions as he heard music playing, he honestly couldn’t care what sort of song it was, not when there was something else that got his attention. He could identify a beat, but not lyrics or anything like that. “Unfortunately, I can’t get a pole here but… that can be arranged in the near future.”

She’s going to fucking kill him. “Bea.” his pants were already bothering him, hell did he even have a condom saved up? His brain was going all over the place the more he looked at her swaying hips. When she turned around and dipped, giving him a full view of her ass he downright growled, “Bea, don’t do that.”

“Do what,Lieutenant?” there it was again, she knew exactly what she was doing. He widened his eyes when she dropped to her knees and crawled towards him, lips still red and eyelashes fluttering, stopping right between his parted legs “I just want to give you your Christmas’ gift, that’s all I want.” he couldn’t even come up with a response, he was just too fired up to figure out how to speak. 

Bradley could handle Beatrice being bold, he loved when she was bold and acted up, but this was a completely different level. She was dripping sensuality, even more than normal. He feels her hands climbing up his legs then his thighs, slowly lifting herself to her knees so her lips were inches away from his, but she quickly avoided his closing mouth by trailing her lips up the sharp curve of his jawline until they reached his ear, “I just want you to feel good, Lieutenant. Isn’t that a great idea?” her tongue wetted the underside of his jaw, following the tendon with her teeth before she pulled back, “Do you want to take your shirt off–” he was pulling it off of him before she finished her question.

He tosses it somewhere he couldn’t care about, his chest expanding and relaxing with his eyes still on her. Beatrice’s face was flushed, severely so, but she was smiling, dragging her red lips down his chest and kissing the expanse of golden skin slowly, “Baby, fuck…” he mutters, feeling her mouth reach his jutted hip bones that peeked out from under his jeans, “God damn it,Bea.” he places his hands on top of his head, clenching his opposite wrist with his eyes still on her lowering form.

When she was face to face with his crotch, Bradley felt his heart stop, his chest was cooler in the areas she pressed open mouthed kisses and it seemed to get even colder when she looked up at him with the not so subtle bulge right in front of her eyes. She had never once got…that close before, to which he wasn’t complaining at all, “Brad,” she whispers, “Can I blow you?”

Oh my God.

“God, baby don’t ask me things–” he’s already unbuckling his belt with a velocity that nears feverish, the metallic sound of the buckle hitting her floor followed by the zipper “--you know it’s always yes when you ask, fuck.” he lifts his lower back off the couch so his jeans are now at mid thigh, with his black briefs being the only thing keeping him ‘clothed’. Rooster’s breathing was still heaving, his eyebrows furrowing and jaw going slack when he felt Bea’s lips touch him through his underwear.

It sent a jolt up his body immediately, his member twitching at the attention. A few more kisses were pressed over its length until her lips reached the elastic of his briefs, with her eyes still on his - her face kept on the red hues as before - she bit onto it to drag it down his legs, “Holy shit…” was all he could muster, automatically raising his butt from the couch so his briefs joined his jeans pooled at his feet. 

Now nothing was hiding anything from her eyes, those big green eyes with dilated pupils staring back at him. The noise that came out of him when kissed right underneath the head shouldn’t be categorized as a humanly possible sound, it only got worse when her tongue flattened on the underside and she dragged it from base to tip in one full swip, “Jesus fucking Christ.” he has to clench his hands on the back of the couch, his stomach clenching as he feels her tongue wetting his member like it was a popsicle in a hot summer evening, “Fuck…Bea…baby…”

She smiles with her tongue still on his member, giving it one final lick and without breaking eye contact, she wraps her lips around the head. He immediately moans loudly, dropping his head on the headrest of the couch, whispering her name as the tongue that was licking him minutes ago was now swirling the flushed tip slowly, “Oh my God.” comes out broken and breathy out of his mouth, the same mouth that drops open in a silent moan when she takes more of him inside.

The muscles on his thighs are clenching as he tries to comprehend that his lovely, sweet and shy girlfriend was currently sucking him off wearing lingerie and making him question his own sanity. She’s slow at first, making sure she takes as much of him as she can, her eyes fluttering closed so her only focus is pleasing him right now, the movement was enough to make her breasts bounce ever so slightly inside the black lacy bra. Bradley clenched his teeth, groaning deeply with his hands about to rip her couch apart with how tight he was holding it, “Baby…” he whispers, licking his dry lips as he tries to form a coherent sentence, “Oh my God, Bea…fuck baby, you are so good.”

Her eyes open just an inch, just enough that he can see the green irises staring back at him, with her movements still slow but now he got her attention, “Such a pretty mouth you got too,” her cheeks darkened, he could see it even with the flickering Christmas lights, “Yeah, sucking me off so nice, aren’t you?” That seemed enough for Bea to moan quietly around him, something that undoubtedly made the whole experience better. He lowered one of his hands from the couch to gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, breathing deeply, trying his best to control his own body, “Do you like sucking my cock, baby? Hm?”

Again another moan and she nods, speeding her movements a little bit, the feeling of her tongue around him was going to drive him insane. Bradley kept his eyes on her, watching her comb her brown hair to the side so it wouldn’t be a nuisance, “God, Bea, I fucking love your mouth,” those red lips stained his member just a bit, just enough to have a ring of red around it “I don’t love it more–” his breathing hitches at a particular hard suck, voice returning much quieter “-- more than your pussy though, they are both…fuckin’ perfect…” she hums around him again, clearly enjoying the dirty talk, moaning as the hand that tucked the hair behind her ear lands on the back of her head.

He doesn’t force her down, he just keeps it there, feeling the brown tresses press against his fingers. His groaning and sighing, followed by the soft wet sounds coming from her mouth were the only sounds they could hear, the music no longer important for either of them. His hips rising to meet her mouth, combing her hair back with mouth parted in a moan, “Mm, baby…baby you are so fucking good, God, I fucking love you so much.” he growls, licking his lips to roll them inside his mouth when he felt he was close to bursting it, which he didn’t want to, not yet. 

Beatrice met his eyes again, still extremely nervous but excited at the same time, when her mouth relaxed and she lowered her mouth enough for her nose to touch the base of his member. Bradley’s eyes widened and he dropped his head back against the headrest, throat exposed and glistening with sweat, “Holy shit.” his body was telling him to let it go but his brain was telling him to wait or else he wouldn’t be able to go on…and he wanted to go on, “Baby, baby,” he pushes her shoulder, breath shaking when she slowly pulls away, keeping the tip inside her mouth still, “...Jesus Christ, Jesus fucking Christ, as much as I love having you sucking me, if we continue…I might not be able to enjoy the rest of my gift, right?”

She blinks up at him, watching his chest heave as he tries to hold himself back, but then she hums in agreement which is enough to make a full body shudder dart all over him. She finally pulls him off her mouth with a light ‘pop’, licking her lips that were now a lighter shade of red than before since a good amount of her lipstick was around him. Bradley needed a moment, his dick was still twitching and asking for a second round but he had to wait, he wanted much more, “Fuck.” he mumbled, cupping her chin and rubbing her lower lip, watching with half lidded eyes when she opens her mouth so he could slide his thumb inside, just the feeling of her tongue around the digit was enough to make him curse, “Fuckin’ shit, you and your fucking mouth will be the death of me.”

Beatrice laughs around his finger, slowly pulling her head back so he could drag his thumb down her lip enough to expose the fleshy pink underside. “C’mere.” he murmurs, “I just have to check my pockets, because we need a condom.” but Beatrice just stood to her feet, kicking the heels off and smiling down at him, pushing his pants away. He frowns, still panting and looking up at her, “Bea? You have any?” because why else would she do that?

“Well,” she drawled out the word, “Actually a few weeks ago,” she says as she places his hands on her hips, humming happily when they immediately drop to her butt, “I went to a clinic and got myself a birth control shot. The lady said it lasts three months.” Rooster stops moving, but she hears his breathing hitch before he slowly tilts his head to meet her eyes, his own eyes completely black because of his dilated pupils.

“...are you serious?” was what he finally mustered up after seconds of silence. She nods, biting her lower lip, “Are you actually serious? We don’t have to use a condom?”

“No.” she says, rubbing the side of his face, “No condom.”

She could see his eyes move away from her in thought, but returning with so much fire she felt she’d be burned alive,”God fucking damn it, I fucking love you.” and he swings her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing - which to him was pretty much like that - before running up to her bed, dropping her onto it carefully before kissing her ferociously. Beatrice moans into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck as he runs his hands over her curves, breaking the kiss to drop his mouth down on her throat, “Baby, as much as I love this outfit on you,” he mutters between wet kisses, “I’m naked and you are not and that bothers me greatly because I don’t want to rip this.” he slides his hands under her body until he finds the latch that kept her bra closed, smirking in triumph when it opens and leaning back to pull it off of her, “God, you have amazing tits.”  

Beatrice’s moans only get louder when he bites her nipple gently, not enough to bruise it but definitely enough to give her a shock of surprise when he does so, repeating the motion with its twin before he leans back to look at the waist garter, running his big hands over the delicate fabric, “Do you need help?” she asks sweetly but she already feels him unbuckling the little latches that kept the stockings up her thighs, “I guess not.” Bradley just gives her a quick look of amusement, grabbing both the garter and her panties and tugging it down her legs until they were finally off her body as well.  

“Turn around.” he says in a quiet voice, making Beatrice blink up at him, “Roll on your stomach.” he’s already grabbing her hips to turn her around himself if she’s not quick enough, but she eventually does and gives him a look over the shoulder “Open them.” oh she likes this Bradley a whole lot.

“What are you planning, Lieutenant Bradshaw?” but she does parts her legs a bit, squeaking when he suddenly grabs the flesh of her thighs and opens them even more. His hands go back to her ass where he kneads the flesh with a happy hum, Beatrice dropping her head onto the mattress with a sigh when she feels his fingers prodding her entrance, “Brad–”

“Oh, no, no.” he tuts, moving his fingers slowly inside of her, “It’s Lieutenant for you, pretty girl. Such a naughty little recruit, sucking your superior off like that and getting so wet while doing it.” Beatrice whimpers louder when she feels her own wetness sliding out of her and wetting the bed, “Yeah, you know that’s a rule you just can’t break.” he moves his fingers up until he feels that specific spot inside of her, the one that makes Beatrice moans loudly against her sheets, “But now you did and I’ll have to punish you because of that.”

Oh.

Oh that was new. 

But she couldn’t comment on it since he sped his hand inside of her, his chest pressing against her back so he could whisper in her ear, “Hear that?” there was the obvious squelching sound coming from her, her cheeks turning crimson red, “You got so wet just sucking me off, pretty girl. Just sucking me off, fuck.” his fingers moved even faster inside of her and Beatrice tried to keep up with her own hips so she could get her own release, the pressure building inside of her, “You love it don’t you?”

“Yes…”

“Yes what, baby? Use your words, use that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Y-Yes Lieutenant Bradshaw.” she gasps, curling her fingers on the sheets “B-Brad, please…!” It wasn't going to take long with how he was moving his fingers inside of her, nor how his index finger traveled down just enough to rub her clit to help her out, his heavy breathing still hitting the cartilage of her ear. Her scream is muffled by the mattress when her orgasm hits, his fingers still moving inside, feeling her channel twitch around them with the fluids wetting his palm and dribbling out by his knuckles before falling on the bed.

He gives her a few seconds, her back expanding with the deep breaths she was taking and her legs still shivering because of her orgasm. Beatrice whimpers when he pulls out his fingers, licking them clean even if she couldn’t exactly see it since her eyes were closed, “Baby?” he asks softly, using his clean hand to move some hair out of the way and check on her heavy breathing form, “You okay?”

Her response was a shuddering breath, but she smiles, “I’m fine…” she says, cracking her eye open to meet his face hovering close by, “I’m perfectly fine.”

“Good, because we aren’t even half done.” she doesn’t know how he does it, but he managed to slip the stockings off her legs much faster than she thought possible, “I’d hate to rip those too, you know?” is all that he says when she gives him a look, before his hand swoops down to spank her left buttcheek and his eyes focus on the flesh jiggling because of the impact. 

He leans down to kiss her lower back, lips traveling down to the curve of her bottom where he digs his teeth into, this time marking her skin, “Hm, fuck you have a nice ass.”is what he says when he pulls his head back to slap the other ass cheek, this time earning a moan from his girlfriend. Bradley licks his lips, rubbing the red bruised flesh of her bottom before he leans forward once more, this time moving his hand between them so he could angle himself for the first time without a condom. “I love you.” he whispers against her skin, the supple flesh of her ass cushioning his navel as he pushes forward, the slickness from before making his entrance easier.

“I love you too–!” she gasps, her oversensitive state making her see stars behind her eyelids, he’s holding himself up by his arms, moving his hips in and out of her in a vagarous speed, lips only dropping to press wet kisses across her shoulders, “Brad…oh my God…” she never thought that the lack of condom would change much, it doesn’t a lot to be completely honest but it does feel…raw in a way, raw and completely free. She moans again when his hips push forward one more time, their skins covered in sweat making the skin of his thighs and navel stick against hers every once in a while, the sound adding to the sensuous groaning from the two of them.

“You are so fuckin’ wet.” he says digging his hands between the mattress and Beatrice’s body so he could cup her breasts. When that wasn’t enough he adjusted his knees so he could have enough space to pull the two of them up without pulling out of her. Beatrice moan at the change of position and angle, her back touching his chest as his hands kept fondling her chest, his mouth open and breathing hot air against her jawline, “Fuck…Bea…”

She nods without even knowing what he’s going to tell her, her own hips moving back to meet his as one of her hands travels back to run her fingers through his hair. Their movements never stopping, his thrust deep and slow, he just wanted to savor this, this amazing woman and her amazing gift to him. Only Bea would think about something like this. “Brad…” she whispers, “You can…move faster…please.” she also grabs one of his hands from her breasts and drags it down until he’s touching her pubic mound, “Please…”

He huffs out a laugh against her neck, “When you ask me like that,” he slides his middle finger down to her clit, giving it a swipe that was enough for Beatrice to breathe out a loud moan, “How can I say no? You know it’s always yes for you, pretty girl.” he finishes his sentence by speeding up his hips and his hand, his girlfriend’s moans getting higher, breasts bouncing alongside his thrusts, “Yeah you know I– I can’t choose between your mouth and your pussy.” a clench around him and another moan rips out of her, “Both are so fucking great taking my cock.”

“B-Brad!!” she tosses her head over his shoulder, exposing her flushed neck for his hungry mouth to bite and suck onto as his thrusts intensified, the slapping of skin mixing with their moans “Brad, don’t stop!!”

“I won’t, you know I won’t.” he mutters as he drags his mouth to her ear, licking the skin below her earlobe, “Are you going to cum, pretty girl? Hm? Going to cum all over my cock?” Beatrice’s response was a high pitched moan and her hips trying to keep up with his, “Fuck when you fucking move like that, I don’t think I can last much longer either baby.” her next words almost took the air out of him.

“Inside,” she breathes out, “C-Cum inside.”

Bradley felt like he was either dreaming or hallucinating, or both. Because there was no way she just asked that…how strong was that birth control shot? Was it even wise? No matter his hips immediately sped up when she asked him to do that, nor how his own groans got louder, “B-Bea, is i-it safe??” he didn’t know how he managed to speak with how quick he was moving. His girlfriend just nodded with her choppy moans working as her reply to him, her body immediately stilling with a long scream ripping out of her throat when her second orgasm of the night hit.

 Add that to her request minutes earlier and he was a goner as well, he rushed after his own release and for the first time he climaxed inside of her without a condom, his groans deep and louder than usual with his hips stuttering with aftershocks. Both of them feel deliciously spent, so they don’t hold back the fall on the bed, dropping to lie on their sides breathing heavily with Bradley’s arms still around Beatrice, “..holy shit..” he whispers between panting, “Holy shit that was good.”

“Yeah…” she replies, still sensitive from her orgasm, “It was really good…” with enough force she turned her head enough to look back at him, “Did you…like it?” she asks through heavy breathing, skin flushed a lovely shade of red.

Bradley chuckles in disbelief, “I loved it.” he says, leaning closer to her shoulder to kiss “Best Christmas gift I ever got.” he murmurs, his breathing and heart calming down, “Are you sure…it was safe for us to do it without extra protection?”

“I asked the lady at the clinic,” she begins, “She said to not worry because the…thing…prevents pregnancy.” her mind was a bit muddled to remember the specific scientific terms the lady used. 

Rooster hums, nuzzling her skin with a smile, still inside of her and not having it in himself to move. “Good…good…” he props his chin on the curve of her shoulder, meeting her green eyes with a smile, “Thank you…this was the best Christmas I had in ages.”

Beatrice smiles tiredly, bringing her hand up to caress his cheek, “You are welcome, Brad. You really are.” she knew he wasn’t talking only about her gift and it warmed her heart. Eventually he pulled out, watching Beatrice rush to her bathroom to clean herself as he lied on her bed, rubbing his hands over his sweaty face with the same boyish smile on his lips. Yeah. he thought I’m going to marry this woman.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

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Hi! I had a question. In multiple audios and even in game, there’s a pattern that John is fixated on pain and even women’s pain (Joey, Mary May, and the young woman he mentioned in the collapse that he killed after a night out because of anger) and even he was being a big creep when Mary May saw him for the first time (she was 16-17 wasn’t she), “eyeing her like a piece of meat”. If you can believe the ages given to us, he’s clearly much older than Mary May, and the cults been there for 9-10 years, she’d have to be minor.

My question is, why do you think the fandom and people dismiss his violent urges toward women and he was fixated on minor but still demonize Joseph when John was clearly unhinged on his own?

Sorry if its all wordy and all over the place, I just love your takes and respect your thoughts!

Hi! And thank you very much for your appreciation :)

We know John has a fixation with pain because of the “freeing” experience he explains he had when he was young, and he hurts people for this reason, but I really don’t think he enjoys inflicting it on women specifically. It’s probably a coincidence that Hudson is a woman and was sent to him instead of Jacob or Faith. The game never suggests that he would have treated Pratt or Burke differently if they had been placed in his “care” instead.

Someone in Far Cry 5 says John is “obsessed with the people in Fall’s End, and with Mary May in particular”, but nothing clearly indicates it’s because she’s a woman. The way I see it, it’s because the Resistance is strong in Fall’s End and Mary May is one of its “three biggest pillars”, as John himself wrote. Evidence shows he’s also “obsessed” with Jerome and Nick for the same reason: they keep resisting and fighting back. Mary May is stubborn, refuses to sell her business to Eden’s Gate, continues to serve alcohol, and essentially keeps saying “no” to John, so I think that explains why he has taken an interest in her. By the way, during the Deputy’s Atonement, even though Mary May is there, John mostly focuses on hurting Nick and Jerome instead, so it doesn’t look like he prefers torturing women to me.

And we’re not sure how old Mary May is, actually. The only official age we have for her is revealed in Far Cry Absolution: 30 years old. I know the Wiki says she was born in 1993 (so 25 years old in 2018) but I think that sounds young… For what it’s worth, Tasya Teles, who played Mary May in Far Cry 5, was born in 1985. And in the novel, John is said to be about 40, which makes much more sense, mathematically speaking, than his age on the Wiki (32 years old). When the Deputy arrives in Hope County, Eden’s Gate has been there for at least 9 years (since August 2009), so if John visited the Spread Eagle in 2009 and the age provided in Absolution is accurate, Mary May was about 21 at the time.

As for the woman John supposedly murdered before Joseph found him… like every new piece of information “revealed” in the Far Cry 6 Season Pass, I think it should be taken with a huge grain of salt. The incident was never mentioned anywhere else before, and while there’s no denying that John is capable of violence and murder, I don’t think him losing control and killing someone while he was working as a lawyer makes sense. According to The Book of Joseph, John Duncan’s anger was strong but it was also “suppressed”, so I doubt he would have physically assaulted anyone at that time. He was “full of rage” but apparently never let it out when he was still “society’s very model of success”.

So I don’t think the fandom ignores that John enjoys making women suffer, thought 16-year-old Mary May looked sexy, and murdered one of his lovers out of anger because these “facts” are all conjectures in the first place! If many people never mention those things about him, I think it’s simply because they know they’re not really canon and mostly come from the fan-created Wiki (which was also used as a source of information by Collapse’s writers). It’s undeniably canon that John is violent and obsessed with pain, but it’s not that he likes to inflict it on women specifically or that he committed murder as John Duncan, and Mary May being only 25 was never officially confirmed, either…

It’s true, however, that people tend to demonize Joseph more than his siblings and blame him for the bad things they do. He’s not innocent, of course, but John, Jacob, and Faith already had a lot of personal issues before they became his Heralds, and I disagree with those who say that they would have been better off without him. Things would have been different, yes, and maybe the cult wouldn’t have existed, but I don’t think their lives would have been better. In my opinion, they would all just have died sooner (and in poorer mental health)… In John’s case, considering he was on a self-destructive path and desperately trying to fill the void inside him, I believe he would have let “John Duncan” consume him completely and ended up drowning in his excesses.

So I agree with you when you say that John already was “unhinged on his own”, in a way, and that Joseph is often blamed for everything, even what he didn’t do. However, I wouldn’t say that the fandom dismisses the other things you mentioned because they’re not facts, just fan theories and interpretations not everybody likes or agrees with.

#far cry 5 #john seed #mary may fairgrave #joey hudson #joseph seed #jerome jeffries #nick rye #someone blocked me for saying the fc6 season pass was fanfiction but I never meant that as an insult #that just means the original writing teams weren’t involved #and the scriptwriter clearly said she took inspiration from reddit and the wiki(s) #so from what fans were saying basically #even if I had loved everything about the DLCs I would still call them ‘official fanfiction’ because it’s what they are #far cry 5 spoilers #far cry 6 collapse spoilers #joseph collapse spoilers

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A Scooby Re-Write Inspired by Me and My Brother talking

After reblogging that, I got reminded of a discussion my brother and I had over Scooby-Doo. Basically we were talking about how Velma, while not the worst idea, is failing HARD at delivering anything. There's plenty of people on YouTube explaining WHY the show isn't doing well, so I won't bore you. Instead I'll talk about what me and my brother discussed.

First thought: Watch this Video. It's a good talk and honestly was the basis for our thoughts.

Most of this is mine with some thoughts of my brother.

First, I'd have them be college kids. Shaggy is the eldest at 21, and Velma is the baby at 18. Note as well: this follows my Canadian understanding of college and university.

Shaggy is a rich kid whose parents shoved him into all sorts of programs, and he killed it in theater club and culinary classes. Scooby is his dog he rescued at fourteen from an abusive relative. His parents actually helped to. His parents weren't neglectful, and fully support his dreams. They just really wanted him to find a hobby that wasn't eating. They're rich but also kinda hippies who own their own farm where they get fresh food, have chickens and also humanely butcher their animals. Shaggy is only vegetarian when he doesn't have access to meat he knows is ethically sourced. He believes in protecting the planet and might, a few times after catching eco-villains, buy the land they we were worried about to protect. He also is personally rich after creating a snack he calls 'Scooby Snacks' that are healthy and delicious.

Daphne is also a rich kid who knows Shaggy in the 'our parents do business together so we sat at dinners with each other'. Her parents also shoved her into programs a lot, but her interest ended up being fashion and judo. Like Shaggy, her parents aren't neglectful. They're just very busy and wanted her in programs to limit her alone time. Daphne and Shaggy are kind of friend. They get along, and when they see each other in class sit next to each other. But Daphne isn't that interest in spending time with him outside of class, mostly because she's busy with her designs and judo classes. And her boyfriend, Fred.

Fred isn't a rich kid. I like how his dad was mayor in Mystery Incorporated, and I like his trap obsession, so I want to keep that. His mom is a former socialite who became a social worker and is always busy like his dad. He ended up hanging out with his uncle, who is a stunts and props expert for movies. Traps came from this, and so Fred developed an obsession with it. Fred is a good kid, and he owns the mystery van that he painted like it is on a dare. He liked it though! He and Daphne went to the same school cause his mom used some of her money to pay for a private school.

Velma is a genius kid who graduated at age 15. She's in her third year, and striving to go into criminology. Her parents are the type who PUSH and PUSH to have her work harder and harder on school. They imagine her as a famous doctor who will make millions and have them in a life of luxury. She in turn has been working towards her criminology degree and when she turned 18, moved out and now lives in the dorms, where she is Daphne's roommate.

Daphne and Velma ended up close when Velma's parents tried to force their way into the dorm. Daphne prevented this, and they became very good friends. Daphne is in fashion studies, but takes a couple of justice courses for fun. Mostly due to Fred who has an interest thanks to learning his mother was disowned for blowing the whistle on her cousin's criminal life. Fred wants to go into movie making but takes the other stuff for fun.

Shaggy is kind of the odd man out, here. But it doesn't last. One summer, a really good university for future criminology students offers a scholarship for someone who can have a video where the student talks about famous crimes. Bonus if you actually go to these places.

Velma really wants this, but isn't sure if she can afford it. Daphne suggests going with her, and Fred can work the camera/drive. But they honestly don't have enough money. Daphne's parents firmly believe in their daughter making her own way. They pay for school, send her 500 every two weeks for food/gas, but do NOT pay for extra stuff. This, while nice, isn't something they would pay for.

Shaggy comes in. He's bored and overhears them as he's at Daphne's dorm for a group project they have in their costuming class as he's taking theater and culinary classes out of mostly boredom. He offers to pay cause 'I don't have anything to do over the summer and my extended family will be around cause of *reasons* and I hate them'.

So they all go off for Velma! And then of course, they start to find various supernatural crimes going on. Velma is secretly a ghost junkie, so is Fred. They have time, and go off to see it. And that is how them busting crimes start.

They go through about ten crimes, and there is some joking about how 'what the fuck, why is there so many people doing this shit' before they meet a REAL witch who has been terrifying people away from an area due to another witch trying to murder people. They team up to stop the evil witch, and in thanks, the witch casts a spell to give each of them a true desire.

Fred gets a book about ALL traps in the world that is self updating. Daphne gets a suitcase that has the perfect outfit for any occasion. Velma gets a book all about the supernatural that also updates or tells them things they need to know. Shaggy? Shaggy truly wants his dog to live as long as he does. And Scooby? He wants to talk.

After this, they keep going and end up finding real supernatrual mixed in with regular. Daphne begins posting it online, the police know of them...

And at the end of the summer, Velma gets her scholarship. But also is allowed to do her classes online thanks to a wish granted by a grateful genie. They keep going, all over the world, happy as can be.

Notes:

-Velma is a lesbian and ends up with a new love interest every few episodes who keeps being the villain. She's teased for having crushes on felons.

-Scooby turns out to be a fae dog who stays with them.

-Shaggy I feel has a long distance girlfriend who ends up appearing once in a while and is brought up each episode so she is a major character but not around cause she is busy like... discovering the cure for cancer.

-Fred and Daphne get married in Vegas.

-While mostly episodic, there is a few long arching plots (IE: The scholarship and then later probably something like an apocolypse)

-Shaggy and Scooby are both still cowards but Shaggy will also punch a ghost for his friends and Scooby will run back to save them.

-Shaggy ends up getting magic.

-One gets bitten by a werewolf that that's a sub plot for like ten episodes or a season looking for a cure. Either they get cured or stay like it cause why not.

#scooby doo

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【Artifact Reference】

China Western Han Dynasty Painted Female Figurines (early and middle period of Western Han）

China National Museum Western Han Dynasty Woman Restoration Wax Sculpture

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【History About Princess Xijun of Han Dynasty 】

Liu Xijun (Chinese: 劉細君;123?–101 BC), also known as Princess Xijun (細君公主), Princess of Jiangdu (Chinese: 江都公主) or the Princess of Wusun (Chinese: 烏孫公主), was a princess of the Han dynasty sent to marry the King of Wusun(烏孫) as marriage alliance. A poem said to be by her is one of the earliest known Chinese poems attributable to a named woman.

Liu Xijun was the daughter of the King of Jiangdu (in modern-day Yangzhou, Jiangsu), Liu Jian (劉建) and granddaughter of Liu Fei, brother of Emperor Wu of Han. Xijun was orphaned while still an infant. Her father was described as incestuous, cruel and depraved, and had to commit suicide after being implicated in a rebellion. Her mother was also executed the same year for “practicing witchcraft”. As daughter of disgraced parents, she would likely have a low status at the Han court.

In 105 BC, Xijun's status was elevated and she was made a princess by Emperor Wu（漢武帝）. The emperor wanted to send her off to marry the king (Kunmi or Kunmo) of the Wusun, Liejiaomi (猎驕靡), with the intention of forming an alliance with the Wusun and breaking up the confederacy of the Xiongnu. After a gift of 1,000 horses from the Wusun were sent to the Han court, she was sent to the Wusun 5,000 miles away in the Ili valley area with a retinue of 100 officials, eunuchs, servants and carriages. After her marriage, she was made Lady of the Right, a position subordinate to the Lady of the Left who was of Xiongnu origin.

However, her husband was elderly, she rarely saw him and could not communicate with him. Two years after she married to Wusun King, The Wusun King died. Most of the ancient nomadic had the custom of "Shouji Marriage/ Widow inheritance(收继婚)"which mean a custom that compulsory marriage of a widow to a brother of her deceased husband etc. In the case of the royal family, it is necessary to marry the next King. Xijun is the King's Lady, after the king's death, she needs to marry the next king according to the custom, and the next king was her husband grandson Cenzou (岑陬). 

Although Xijun protested such remarriage which was considered improper in Han Chinese custom and beg to Emperor Wu (漢武帝) to let her return to Han, the Emperor Wu (漢武帝) replied that she should comply as the alliance with Wusun was deemed necessary to vanquish the Xiongnu (匈奴). She duly married Cenzou, who became king after Liejiaomi died. She had a daughter with him in 102 BC, and died the following year.She died at the age of 21, and never returned to her country in her life. A further princess named Princess Jieyou was sent to marry Cenzou (岑陬) after her death.

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A poem credited to Xijun is given in Hanshu:

【悲愁歌/ Song of Sorrow 】

悲愁歌吾家嫁我兮天一方， 

 My family married me off to the edge of the world

遠托異國兮烏孫王。

Far away in the strange land of the Wusun king

穹廬為室兮旃為牆，

A domed hut is my chamber, the felt my walls

以肉為食兮酪為漿。

Meat is my food, fermented milk my drink

居常土思兮心內傷，

Living here, I long for my land, and my heart aches

願為黃鵠兮歸故鄉。

Wishing I could be a yellow swan,and return to my old home

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In the history that has lasted for hundreds of years, the marriage of princesses to foreign country/tribe has become a common diplomatic method. Countless women who shoulder the heavy trust of the empire and share the name of "Princess" go to foreign countries alone to complete the mission of unknown answer.Their fate is forced to conform to the torrent of the times, it is a sigh.

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Cookbook Sample Preview...

I'm perfectly normal about this, totally calm. But I noticed on Sunday that the Dragon Age official cookbook had a preview/sample that it didn't have last time I checked. To summarize, it shows the Table of Contents and 7 new preview recipes along with 2 from an earlier sample release. It's basically previews the whole first section "Starters and Refreshments".

I will be putting things under cuts in case people don't wanna see things. From now on and after its release, the tag I will be using for the cookbook if you want to block is #tastes of thedas or #da: tot

I will also be silently combusting inside as I try not to let the excitement amp me up too much. I expect to fail this mission lol. (Spoiler I did fail and have been making my excitement everyone's problem.)

So, the cookbook sample. Amazon had a scrolling preview that wasn't as nice as the spreads so I made them into spreads like we got with the previous six recipes. You can see them here in this post.

But the following is the full spread of the sample from the cookbook. It gives us the cover, the two title pages, the table of contents, an introduction of a new character/narrator, the table of contents for the Starters and Refreshers section, and the 9 recipes within that section.

Beneath the images, I have transcribed the lore blurbs of the recipe as well as give an image description, but I didn't type out the recipes. That's for a later post (Also because it doesn't fit on this post. I hit the limit, sorry.) For a similar reason, I'm not adding my commentary to any of the recipes.

Contents

Introduction - 7

Starters & Refreshments

Eggs à la Val Foret - 11 Nevarran Blood Orange Salad - 13 Fried Young Giant Spider - 15 Stuffed Deep Mushrooms - 17 Rivaini Couscous Salad - 19 Crab Cakes from Kirkwall - 21 Fluffy Mackerel Pudding - 23 Snail & Watercress Salad - 25 Cave Beetles - 27

For the Road

Spiced Jerky - 31 Grey Warden Pastry Pockets - 33 Pickled Eggs - 35 Unidentified Meat - 37 Seheron Fish Pockets - 39 Crow Feed - 43 Black Lichen Bread - 45 Hearth Cakes - 47 Peasant Bread - 49

Soups & Stews

Merril's Blood Soup - 53 Fereldan Potato and Leek Soup - 55 The Hanged Man's Mystery Meat Stew - 57 Fish Chowder - 59 Sweet and Sour Cabbage Soup - 61 Lentil Soup - 63 Nettle Soup - 65 King Alistair's Lamb and Pea Soup - 67

Main Courses

Stuffed Cabbage - 71 Antivan Gnochi - 73 Antivan Paella - 75 Grilled Poussin - 77 Gurgut Roast with Lowlander Spices and Mushroom Sauce - 79 Nug Pancakes - 81 Fish in Salt Crust - 83 Roasted Wyvern - 85 Nug Bacon and Egg Pie - 87 Starkhaven Fish and Egg Pie - 89 Cacio e Pepe - 91 Turnip and Mutton Pie - 93 Smoked Ham from the Anderfels - 95 Roasted Turkey with Sides - 97

Sides

Sera's Yummy Corn - 103 Stuffed Vine Leaves - 105 Honey Carrots - 107 Nevarran Flat Bread and Yogurt Dip - 109

Sweet Delights

Blancmange - 113 Poison Stings - 115 Dalish Forest Fruit Cobbler - 117 Dwarven Plum Jam - 119 Sour Cherries in Cream - 121 Treviso Energy Balls - 123 Rice Pudding - 125 Goat Custard - 127

Baked Goods

Antivan Apple Grenade - 131 Found Cake - 133 Varric's Favorite Cinnamon Rolls - 135 Croissants - 137 Cherry Cupcakes - 139 Chocolate Cake - 141 Varric's Favorite Pastries - 143 Sugar Cake - 145 Lamprey Cake - 147 Tevinter Pumpkin Bread - 151

Drinks & Potions

Lichen Ale - 155 The Hissing Drake - 157 Hot Chocolate - 159 Antivan Sip-Sip - 161 Dragon Piss - 163 Rivaini Tea Blend - 165 The Golden Nug - 167 The Emerald Valley - 169 Chasind Sack Mead - 171

Conversion Charts - 173 About the Authors and Photographers - 174

Introduction

Dear Mum,

It's me, Devon! I'm all grown up now-- or, well, more grown up than before. You always said I was too much like a child for my own good, and given the number of times you caught me daydreaming about going off on some grand adventure instead of sweeping the floors, I will grudgingly admit that you probably - probably - had a point. But guess what? I finally went on an adventure! A big one! Just like the Hero of Ferelden!

Okay, well, maybe not exactly like the Hero of Ferelden. But I did travel across Thedas! From Ferelden to Orlais, to Rivain, and even Tevinter. Plus, everything in between. It was a long journey, Mum. Weeks and weeks on the road, with the occasional bandit or beast. You'd probably have hated it, but, by Andraste, I loved every second of it! The sights! The sounds! The food.

Oh yes, the food. The reason why I set out on this journey to begin with. I know that I wasn't particularly adept in the kitchen the last time we saw each other. And, yes, I do remember that I nearly set Castle Cousland aflame with my first attempt at a stew. But I am pleased to inform you that I have been practicing extensively, and I think that, if the position still existed, I could take up your mantle as the Cousland family's cook. Granted, I doubt I would be able to fill your shoes completely; no one could manage such an impossible task. But I like to tell myself that I still would be able to make you proud.

And that takes me back to this journey and the all-important question of why. Why did I spend the last year traveling from one end of Thedas to the other, sampling whatever local cuisine I could get my hands on, even dishes that were downright strange? You're probably thinking that it's because the Hero of Ferelden ate it at some point - yes, that's certainly part of it, though I'll have you know that I tracked down foods enjoyed by the Champion of Kirkwall and the Inquisitor as well! Not to mention all their companions. But the truth is, Mum, throughout all of this, you were right there with them at the forefront of my mind. Because when I thought of ways to honor you, I kept coming back to the most important lesson you taught me: Love through food.

Every time I left your kitchen with a warm, full belly, I felt your love for me. And though I can't do the same for you anymore, I can fill this book. I can stuff it full of different recipes, dishes you've probably never even heard of, and think of you with each new entry. Because, you see, Mum, underneath all that childlike excitement, the dreams of adventure and heroism, I'm still very much your child. And I always will be.

Thank you for everything, Mum. I can't wait to share this book and the lessons that inspired it with the rest of the world.

Love, Devon

Starters & Refreshments

Eggs à la Val Foret

Image Description: A pancake with ham and a sliced poached egg with paprika and herbs on top sit on a silver platter.

Recipe Blurb: Ah, yes. Tons of cream! Exactly what I've come to expect from Orlesian cuisine. Do I have any tips for creating the perfect poached egg? Well, ever since I heard that Solas's bald head was once likened to an egg, I simply try to make my eggs just as round and shiny! So far, it's worked wonderfully and never ceases to put a smile on my face.

Nevarran Blood Orange Salad

Image Description: A wooden bowl rests on a rock, it holds a colourful salad with blood orange slices resting on top.

Recipe Blurb: Although I knew that Divine Victoria left behind a life of wealth and privilege to join the Seekers of Truth, it wasn't until I was in Nevarra, seeing exactly what she'd given up, that I truly gained an appreciation for the path she'd chosen. The best way to describe my first glimpse of the gardens of Nevarra is that it was like seeing a painting come to life. For a long moment, I could only stand there, so dazzled by the richness and vibrancy of it all that I was half-convinced I was actually still napping in the carriage. Surely, there was no way such beauty could be found outside of a dream. And yet the beauty before me was very much real.

So, too, was the picturesque tableau that arrived later that day on a plate: perfectly cut slices of blood orange artfully arranged on a lush pillow of bitter greens. Was this a meal or a still life, I wondered. In truth, the answer was both. For Nevarrans, food is as much a feast for the eyes as for the mouth. But even if your arrangement isn't quite worthy of being displayed in a museum, this salad will sing a symphony on your tastebuds.

Fried Young Giant Spiders

Image Description: A metal bowl filled with salad greens and fried crab legs arranged on top. Plate sits on a wooden table with a metal item and a smoking pot in the background.

Recipe Blurb: Just as people on the surface raise cows and goats, the dwarves underground raise spiders. Yes, to eat. The legs are fried and served with a sauce, which, true to dwarven fashion, is made with some type of alcohol. The precise kind depends on the establishment where you're eating your spider legs. Unfortunately, I couldn't get an exact recipe from any of the chefs I spoke to. These sauces are apparently closely guarded secrets and have spurred many a nefarious plot to acquire them-the competiontion to be crowned Orzammar's Best Sauce is fierce. But I've been assured that lichen ale is generally not used.

I've therefore come up with my own recipe, based on the many varieties I sampled while in Orzammar. Given that sourcing the requisite spider legs above ground is not nearly so easy, and the demand for such exports is minimal, I've subsituted them with crab legs. It's not a perfect match, but it's close enough to satisfy me.

Stuffed Deep Mushrooms

Image Description: Three mushroom caps fulled with a green, cheesy blend topped with chives. Placed on a platter that looks like a cut of wood, red capped mushrooms with white spots in the right hand corner in the foreground.

Recipe Blurb: Though the mushrooms growing underground in caves and in many parts of the Deep Roads are all called "deep mushrooms," there is no singular variety. In fact, there are several! Some mushrooms are squat, with broad, flat caps, while others are long and spindly, reaching toward the sky like an old man's gnarled fingers. They also have a multitude of applications, used in the creation of everything from restorative potions to deadly poisons. But in Orzammar, mushrooms are farmed for eating!

I was able to sample some of these dwarven delicacies, prized for their unique flavor and intoxicating scent. After only a few bites, I was struck with inspiration. How delicious would one of these mushrooms be when stuffed with cheese and spinach? The answer is: very. Rest assured that I selected this particular variety of deep mushroom not only for its shape, which is ideal for holding the maximum amount of cheese (and spinach), but also for the fact that it does not carry the darkspawn taint. While certain dwarves will insist that a deep mushroom's proximity to lyrium and darkspawn can only improve its flavor, I am quite content to leave that particular question a mystery, especially where lyrium is concerned. Although I'm hardly and expert on the stuff, I can't help but think about Fenris and how much suffering he endured as a result of his lyrium-infused markings. It seems to me that, barring any natural resistance, lyrium and the body are two things that probably shouldn't mix.

Rivaini Couscous Salad

Image Description: A copper bowl filled with couscous, mixed with various veggies and a mint leaf on top. A letter with an amulet from Alistair in the bottom left corner - merch from the BioWare store.

Recipe Blurb: When I first encountered couscous, I mistakenly believed it to be a grain, like rice or the more familiar Fereldan barley. I was swiftly corrected. In fact, couscous is a sort of pasta, made with semolina flour and water, although it's far smaller than your typical Antivan pasta. Couscous has a very mild flavor on its own--maybe slightly nutty. But where it excels is in its ability to soak up surrounding flavors, making it a perfect base for any salad. I'd love to experiment further, but so far, this particular combination of red bell pepper and mint has proven to be incredibly pleasing.

Crab Cakes from Kirkwall

Image Description: A caste iron pan over a bed of coals and flames, filled with battered soft shelled crabs, red peppers, and lemon slices.

Recipe Blurb: I love it when recipes add a dash of whimsy into the mix. Food shoulf be fun. I, therefore, took it upon myself to put this into practice with a classic Kirkwall dish. After all, who hasn't looked at their crab cakes and wished they looked a little more like crabs? Okay, maybe I'm the only one who's thought this. But now that I've brought this possibility to your attention, I'm certain you're interested as well! Best of all, these extra-crabby crab cakes stay true to the original recipe's flavors, so nothig is lost--only gained!

Fluffy Mackerel Pudding

Image Description: Two red small bowls with baked masked potatoes and a slice of hard boiled egg on top sit on a net with a starfish in the background.

Recipe Blurb: Can it really be Feast Day without fluffy mackerel pudding? No! In fact, there's no dish I associate more strongly with the holiday than this unique combination of mackerel, onion, celery, and eggs. Granted, I've heard stories that, several decades ago, someone once attempted a diet consisting entirely of fluffy mackerel pudding. Now, that I certainly wouldn't recommend. It stops being Feast Day Fish if you eat it every day, no?

Snail & Watercress Salad

Image Description: A wooden bowl resting on a river rock, filled with a salad comprised of mixed greens, radishes, and cooked snails.

Recipe Blurb: When the Avvar can't get their hands on a gurgut or a wyvern, they turn their attention to smaller prey. Much smaller prey. Snails are found on many a hillside boulder, making them an abundant source of food for the Avvar. Now, while some would wrinkle their noses or cry out in disgust at the prospect of eating a snail, I am pleased to report that, when prepared correctly, the texture. and flavor are actually good! I could happily eat a plate full of snails dressed in butter and oil, but those still on the fence about a snail's place

Cave Beetles

Image Description: A carved bowl holding cooked whole prawns, lemon slices and herbs sit on a rock with fake beetles and a black rock with blue glowing lines in the background.

Recipe Blurb: You think that, after snails, I'd balk at beetles? Never! In fact, I greatly enjoyed this dwarven dish, which involves roasting cave beetles in their shells. However, I recognize that many may not have a palate that's nearly so adventurous. If that's the case, the cave beetles can be replaced with whole prawns while keeping the rest of the recipe the same. That being said, if you do enjoy the variation with prawns, I really recommend giving the cave beetles a try. They're quite similar in both texture and flavor. If you were to blindfold yourself, I doubt you could tell the difference!

#dragon age #dragon age cookbook #da: tot #da: tastes of thedas #tastes of thedas #long post #I am so excited this is just so good so far #I almost have bingo #archi is yelling into the void #I see that it mentioned it taking a year to traverse Thedas and we will all ignore that. Thank you. #I have feelings and observations which is for another post lol

[thescrumblingmidwife]

what advice would you give to a trans person who is terrified of getting health checks such as pap smears? I'm generally rather touch-averse and that doubled with the dysphoria makes it very scary to think about.

Hi Anon,

This is a topic close to my heart, because I myself am touch-averse and have a trauma response to pelvic examinations. I also want to make sure everyone understands why it's important to get pap smears!

Let's start with what pap smears are, why they're important, and who they are for. Maybe understanding that will be the first step in finding the strength and courage to go through with them.

QUICK ANATOMY & PHYSIOLOGY LESSON - THE PAP SMEAR

What is a pap smear for?

Your cervix is the gateway to your uterus, sitting atop the vagina. It's a thick ring of muscle that is normally closed, opening just a tiny bit for menses to escape (the sensation of the muscle opening is what causes cramps).

Now, the trouble comes when cervical cells have been infected with a virus called human papillomavirus (or HPV) - especially certain "high-risk" strains. HPV is very common in the human population - almost everyone sexually active has had it at some time, with about 50% of infections being a high-risk type. Most people just clear the virus themselves and never even know. But sometimes, this viral infection will start a process of dysplasia (basically growing weird cells), which can be the start of cervical cancer.

The job of a pap smear is to check the cervical cells for dysplastic changes that indicate things might progress towards cancer, or for the virus itself. (What it looks for specifically depends on your age and previous results, but the process is the same for you). When lesions are found early, they are VERY easily treatable. The pap smear saves thousands of lives every year by preventing cervical cancers.

How is a pap smear performed?

A device called a speculum will need to be inserted into your vagina to hold open the walls of the vagina and allow the provider to visualize the cervix. Once this is in place, a soft brush-like device is passed up through the vagina, pressed against the cervix, and swirled around several times to collect cells. This may feel weird or uncomfortable, but shouldn't cause pain. Most people don't feel it at all, the speculum being the worst part. The whole thing takes about one minute.

Separate from the pap smear, the provider may also perform a bimanual exam, which is when they insert fingers from one hand into the vagina while pressing down on the abdomen, to look for masses, abnormalities or tenderness.

Who needs a pap smear?

CURRENTLY (as of 2023), everyone with an intact cervix who is 21 or older is recommended to get pap smears, regardless of gender identity, sexual orientation, or sexual history. Between ages 21-29, you should go every 3 years, and after age 30, every 5 years (depending on results - if you get a positive, you would need more frequent observation).

If you are older than 21 and have never had any kind of sexual contact with anyone at all (including hands, mouths, or sharing toys!), you can discuss with your provider to see if a modified schedule may make sense based on your risk level.

Note: The HPV vaccine may change these recommendations in the future! I strongly recommend getting the vaccine if you have not already!

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OK, Anon. With that public service announcement out of the way, let's talk about the real meat of your question.

The best thing I can recommend is to take the time to find a provider you vibe with. Someone with whom you feel safe, with whom you have mutual respect. See if your local LGTBQIA+ support group has recommendations, or if any clinics in your area have providers that specialize in LGTBQIA+ or trauma-informed care. Call and ask providers questions about how they handle people who struggle with pelvic exams. Generally, avoid crusty old men.

A good provider will warn you before ever touching any part of your body, go slowly, and ask permission each time, and stop the second you tense up. A GREAT provider will make you feel in control the whole time - they may let you insert the speculum yourself and not make you use stirrups if they're triggering for you. Medical consent is the same as sexual consent - just because you're disrobed in that room doesn't mean you need to let anyone touch you. You do not have to undergo a pap smear with a provider you don't trust. You are allowed to walk away.

Other things to try:

You can ask for a short-acting anti-anxiety medicine, like Xanax, to take before the visit, provided you've got a ride.

You can bring a companion, or ask for a nurse to hold your hand.

Chat nonstop, tell stupid jokes, or listen to music on headphones, whatever kind of distraction works best for you.

Meditate, practice belly breathing, really focus on full body relaxation, especially of the pelvic muscles

Remind yourself that it's one minute every few years for the piece of mind that you won't get cancer.

Be open to the possibility that it won't be as bad as you're fearing.

Know that you are brave and strong. You can do hard things. You can do anything for one minute.

If any other trans folx out there want to share tips with Anon for how to navigate gynecologic exams, please share!

#reproductive health #sex education #midwifery #gynecologic care #pap smear #pelvic exams #gender affirming care #lgtbqia+ #transgender #trans health care

[citrus-cactus]

CITRUS, YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION TO TALK ABOUT YOUR POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOWS

DR. CRINGEFAIL: 2 4 14 21

SAD SCOTTISH MAN: 2 7 20 22

Enjoy!

BLESSINGS BE UPON YE, YOU KIND, HANDSOME, OBSERVANT STRANGER, YOU. MY CROPS ARE WATERED, MY FIELDS ARE THRIVING!!

Ask game here.

Under! The! Cut! Cuz! I’m! Embarrassed!

The one, the only, Noodle-In Chief:

2. When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)

It's not 100% clear to me, but it was definitely around the September timeframe of the novel (the first time I read it, in ‘22). I don't think it was OFFICIALLY too late for me until he met the Harkers at the end of September and Mina was like "Hey Jack. JACK. You keep your diary on all these wax cylinders, and they're not even LABELED?!" And Jack was like "...Um. Yeah, actually... that never even occurred to me." gOD, you IDIOT <3 (I may be paraphrasing). But it was this and several of his earlier blunders paired with his dogged determination to remain genre-blind and skeptical of everything that he was witnessing that ultimately endeared him to me. There Is Most Definitely Something Wrong With Him (derogatory) (affectionate).

He’s truly a problematic fave, but he’s my favorite character in the novel nonetheless!

4. How many people I ship them with

Um, the entire vampire-hunting polycule? THIS MAN DESERVES ALL THE KISSES where canonically he has none, and he deserved to be one of Lucy’s three husbands, fr fr :(

14. Best storyline they had

The incredibly tragic story, told in his own words, of how John “Jack” Seward, MD had to watch the woman he loved waste away and die of a mysterious ailment, interspersed with personal asides regarding how full of vigorous manhood all of his friends are, and how his former professor is so incredibly hot good at everything and spry for his age, but who also may be (in Jack's professional opinion) a touch crazy. Peak sopping wet noodle time, it’s amazing <3

21. When do you think they were at their happiest?

September 30: "I got home at five o'clock, and found that Godalming and Morris had not only arrived, but had already studied the transcript of the various diaries and letters which Harker and his wonderful wife had made and arranged. Harker had not yet returned from his visit to the carriers' men, of whom Dr. Hennessey had written to me. Mrs. Harker gave us a cup of tea, and I can honestly say that, for the first time since I have lived in it, this old house seemed like home."

BUDDY!!!! T^T

"JUST SOME GUY(tm)”:

2. When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)

I mean, I’ve always liked him quite a bit (that voice, that tragic backstory, that Shakespearean flavor). But for whatever reason I didn't become obsessed until my rewatch last summer. CanNOT stop thinking about this man, the former king who has really just been a pawn his entire life; what he thinks, what he feels, how he's been going through the motions while searching for the one who betrayed him, yearning for a death that will not come for as long as he has. HE’S JUST SO SAD, YOU GUYS!!!!!

7. A quote of them that you remember

Every word that comes out of John Rhys-Davies’ mouth is SO GOOD, but the quote that sticks out the most is (of course) "KNOW her? I NAMED her." GODDDDDDD it's infinity good and I never get tired of hearing it, not even once (and since they use it in every relevant "Previously On," you hear it A LOT). It's ok though, because they 5000% knew what they were doing with that one.

Some other choice one-liners:

"I'm just… so... tired" is also top-tier delivery, and does a really great job of summarizing his entire existence since 1057.

"And I know how to read them" is such a sassy retort (and a GREAT callback to “Lighthouse in the Sea of Time”).

“For that matter… WHY ARE WE WORKING TOGETHER?” is sooooo *chef’s kiss.* Enjoy being a walking, talking meat puppet with your worstie for several more months, my guy!

20. A weird headcanon

Ummmmm soooooo I designed a gargoyle form for Mac as my headcanon for what he would've looked like in "The Mirror" (of course I did). My Watsonian explanation for why we didn't get to see him that night is he was way too busy getting drunk off his ass and crying over his long-dead wife (yet again) :C

22. When do you think they were at their lowest?

990-some-odd years is a looooong time to find your lowest point. Even though moments like Gruoch’s marriage to Gillecomgain, his first “death”, and the endings of “City of Stone” and “Sanctuary” were pretty low moments for him, I’m quite sure his lowest point was never actually seen on the show (centuries-long depression isn’t exactly Disney Afternoon-friendly). The day(s) he found out about Luach and Gruoch’s deaths were obviously waaaaay up there. I imagine he had a really rough time of it during the Black Plague, so I’ll say his lowest point was somewhere in there :C :C :C

I do hope he was able to enjoy the Renaissance a little, tho. I’ll bet he commissioned a lot of art.

If you’ve read this far, THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH MY RAMBLING ABOUT THESE SAD, SAD FICTIONAL MEN!

#the cactus speaks #seward………………. #macbeth mac findlaech #DON’T LOOK AT ME!

[briefalpacashark]

The Newibie

This is the start of a series of your life with the recoms. With a bit of romance thrown in there.

Need to know:

Age: 21

Name: Toni

She is female but just slot yourself in you want.

Also got inspiration from another post with the team vs team fight. Can't remember where I saw it but just wanted to mention it.

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You never expected to be standing where you were that day. You never expected to be shipped half way across the galaxy to some alien planet but there you were. 

Standing in the middle of a giant base. You couldn't have looked more out of place. Even if you were wearing the traditional get up on the other military grunts around you. You just didn't look like one. You were small. A shocking 5 foot 2 and you were young. Looking like a fresh cadet, you were more or less, you had had only one mission with your former team. And now you were there. It also didn't help that you were holding the straps of your pack like a toddler on their first day of school.

Your hand only moved to hold your hat atop your head as a chooper flew by.

"HURRY UP FRESH MEAT!" you jumped flinching at the sharp command before rushing up to a soldier that had been in charge of transporting the newest batch of payed muscle. Now you had been in the military, thought you would spend most of your days in it as well. So when you were dishonestly discharged it stung. A friend of your offered you the job. Combat medic, the same shit you did back home. Only this time you would be making double if not triple what you made at home. Now you weren't a greedy person, but you had grown up poor, always worrying about money so when you went months without having to worry about such a thing it was nice.

"Sorry sir," the man in front of you did a double take take your appearance and at your young voice.

"Who the fuck brought a kid here?" he asked many of his allies chuckling at his words.

"All due respect sir. I'm 21," I said. His chuckle died out as he looked over me again in no way beliving my words.

"Sure kid, hurry up and fall in line," he said gesturing to the line that had formed to enter the base. Nodding I walked over.

After everything was checked you found yourself in the mess hall with a number of scientist and grunts.

Then you saw him. The meanest, coolest looking mother fucker in the joint. He had scars dragged down the side of his face no dought by some creature.

"You're not in Kansas anymore. You're on Pandora, ladies and gentlemen Respect that fact every second of every day. If there is a Hell, you might want to go there for some R & R, after a tour on Pandora.

Out there beyond that fence, every living thing that crawls, flies, or squats in the mud wants to kill you and eat your eyes for jujubes.

We have an indigenous population of humanoids called the Na'vi. They're fond of arrows dipped in a neurotoxin that will stop your heart in one minute. And they have bones reinforced with naturally occurring carbon fiber.

They are very hard to kill 

As head of security, it is my job to keep you alive. I will not succeed. Not with all of you. If you wish to survive, you need to cultivate a strong, mental attitude.

You got to obey the rules: Pandora rules!" he spewed forth a speech that seem to have been said for the millionth time over. The speech was unnerving to say the least but it got the point across. This place was dangourse and if you put one toe out of line it would likely mean your death. After that you were dismissed. 

And then came the real trial. You were told to meet your new team, you would be all bunking together so you hiked your bag higher up and fixing your uniform.

"You got this," you whispered before stepping forward the automatic doors opening. As you walked in the inhabitants of the room who looked to have just finished showers turned to you. It was silent for a few moments before you cleared your throat.

"I'm hi. I'm Toni. I'm your new medic," you announced pressing your lips into a firm line.

You looked over them all. There were two women among them. Yet they all held the same expression. Losely translated you could make out,

'What the fuck?'

"What the fuck is this?" the woman with heavily tattoo arms asked turning to her fellow soldiers.

"Nah man, this is fucked," the bauld on chuckled shaking his head.

"She's a kid," another huffed.

"I'm 21," your words were ignored as they started to throw insults around the room.

"They gave us a fucken pen pusher. Look at her," pen pusher, one in military service that didn't involve any physical work. Not the worst insult.

"I heard she got given the job because she's friends with the big boss. Must have been bent over a few desk to get this job huh sweetheart?" the man who was the most heavily tattoo asked in a condesending tone. You pressed your tounge to the roof of your mouth to stop a rhetorical come back from jumping forward. 

"Private," your attention then turned to the man who ran the whole operation. Miles Quaritch.

"Your information?" he asked holding his hand out. You rushed forward scrambling through your bag to find your information. A nifty little file that had everything he needed to know about you. In your struggle to find the item you briefly glanced up to see your new boss was irritated with how long you were taking.

"Found it," as your hand yanked the file you found it was caught on something. So with a nervous chuckle you gave it a slightly harder tug. This time the file came free without any hesitation. With the extra force the papers inside the file went flying out. Scattering in the air and falling down in a beautiful rain or disorganised papers. You closed your eyes in embarrassment as you listened to the stiffled laughter about the room. Quickly dropping to your knees you scrambled to pick up the papers.

"I'm so so sorry. Um, here is my basic info. The second page should be here," you handed the first paper up to the colonel who looked around sharing a smirk with his company before taking it. You tryed to ignore the disinterest look the colonel gave your measly piece of paper. There wasn't much on there. Your records only had the base information. And since you never complete your first tour it wasn't on there other.

"No experience, perfect for pandora life," he said sarcasticaly.

"Pandora's gonna eat you up and shit you out girl," he huffed dropping the paper onto the ground.

"Fifty bucks says she dosen't last two weeks," bets were thrown around the room everyone saying you wouldn't last more than two months.

“With all due respect sir, I'd like to see it try,” my small quip of confidence earned me a few moments of silence. A few moments that were quickly over shadowed by the loud laughter. You tried to hide your blush as you quickly gathered the rest of your papers before handing it to the smirking colonal.

"You bunk is over there," he nodded to the far corner. You nodded quickly heading over. On instant you could tell the bed was the oldest amongst them. Putting your stuff away you finally sunk down onto the bed, a loud smack of metal rang through the room at the offset bed post that slammed against the ground.

And then it started.

The hazing. It was routine for every new member in any branch of the military. It could last for years, or until you proved you belonged there.

The hazing you received ranged anywhere from spiking your food with hot sauce and salt to stealing your cloths while you were showering. You had used the shower curtain as a towl more times than you can count. And the jobs Miles assigned you. They were terrible. You didn't really do the job you were assigned to. When they were injured they would head to the medical bay. You instead we're cleaning the toilets and doing stupid tasks like moving the pebbles on the left of the path to the right of the path. It was draining and degrading. You often didn't get to bed till midnight and we're proprmtly woken up at dawn every day.

And don't even mention the insults and comments that would constantly follow you around.

They didn't relent once in there pursuit to make your life as hard as possible.

One day your squad was having a friendly competition with another. You had just returned from doing everyones laundry deciding to sit back and watched as Lyle beat the absolute shit out of the other team's buff guy. As the poor bloke was knocked unconscious they rung the small bell that signifies the start and end of a match. Lyle stepped back pumpping his fist into the air as they all cheered.

"Alright aright come on my turn," a young cocky bloke from the other term stepped into the make shift ring. He was cute, blond hair and blue eyes.

"Come on Jimmy!" his squad encouraged him.

"Whos it gonna be pretty boy?" Lyle asked. 

"How about your whore?" he asked nodding to you. It was weird. Hazing within your squad was accepted. Hazing outside of your squad was down right rude. Your squads smiling faces dropped as the atmosphere did a one sixty. You pressed your lips together. What the hell, why not you thought.

"Watch your mouth private," Miles tone held no room for bullshit as you walked up to them.

"I don't need you to protect me," you said stepping into the ring.

"You don't have to do this princess," you were surprised when Lyle spoke up. You glanced back at your team all wearing blank expressions.

"Don't pretend to start worrying about me now," you muttered unzipping your jaket earning a smirk from your opponent.

"Looks like your used to that," he muttered his eyes resting on your chest.

"What are the rules?" you asked shaking your jaket off. Everyone was surprised at the amount of muscle you had. Your frame was small but toned. Plus your team had never really seen your body. Even when they stole your cloths you still covered yourself with the shower curtain.

"Everything goes. No one kills and you tap out when your done," Jimmy said rising his fists as he smirked.

"What about breaking bones?" you asked throwing your jaket to the side and rolling your shoulders. Your opponent was slightly put off with how calm you were.

"I dont know about breaking, but I've sure got one bone for you,” he winked his statment earning chuckles from his team. You looked your opponent up and down, he was pretty, but not your type. 

“Im flattered but I dont have my magnifying glass on me right now,” This time your own team chuckled. You smirked slightly reaching behind you to take your phone out of your pocket.  And explosion of pain snapped to your right cheek sending you stumbaling. 

“Slut,” You straightened up feeling the choppery taste fill your mouth. He had punched you, he haden't waited till the little bell had rung. A deep chuckle left you lips as you gathered the blood in you mouth and pit it to the side. Slut, you hated that word.

“We haden't started yet,” you chuckled rage bubbling inside you.

“Everything goes,” he shugged.

“Yeah, everything goes,” you nodded. Now you were a calm person, you were reasonable and rational. You were only ever in one real fight, when you were a kid. Yet two months of relentless hazing, two moths of people treating you like shit, calling you a whore. It all built up and at that moment s eeingg that stupide smug smirk of your opponent, that bottle which held all you emotions shattered into a million pieces. 

You stalked forward your eyes narrowing in at him, then as you stepped right up to him you let lose. Punch after punch, kick after kick. He brealy had time to force a weak block. Pretty boy threw a wild hey maker to which you ducked under, turning around you grasped his arm tisting it in an unnatural way. He cryed out in pain and with one quick jerk of his arm a crack echoed through the room. Throwing him to the floor he landed on his back side. Jumping atop of him you left no room for his to recover as you gripped his shirt and yanked him up slamming yout fist into his face. One, two, three, four, five times. His face was a bloody mess. You paused feeling your anger diminish. You knew when to stop. He was bloody and beated but there was no permanent damage done. 

Yet your attacks were violnt, angry so when they saw an opening you felt someone hooked there arm around your neck in a choke hold. You gasped with he amount of force they yanked you back with. A force that was quickly ripped away as whoever was holding you was punched square. 

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Zdog

You took sputtered breaths as a heavily tattooed arm wrapped around you, gently pulling you back as your team mates yelled out thre protests forming somewhat of a protect circle around you as they faced down the member of the other team who had yanked you off. You quickly assessed that another member of the other team had ripped you off and Zdog had punched him square in the face.

You tried to gather your breath as they yelled at each other Miles seeming to be the one most angry. 

“You alright princess?” You looked up to see Zdog looking down at you with a slightly concerned expression. You forced a nod reaching up to grasp your sore neck.

“Keep your rabid bitch under crontrol!” some yelled across the room.

“How bout I teach you control huh!?” Zdog yelled going to lung forward but was held back by Lyle.

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Lyle

You took sputtered breaths as you were pulled out of the choke hold. Lyle had spun you around pushing you back behind him as he delivered another punch. You quickly assessed that another member of the other team had ripped you off and Lyle had punched him square in the face.

“BACK THE FUCK UP!” He yelled. You watched as chaos erupt as both side pushed against each other.

“You arlight short stuff?” Lyle turned back for a moment his hand still closed around your arm. You forced a shakey nod still trying to gather your breath.

“Control your rabid bitch!” Someone from the other team yell.

“Control yourself fucker!” Lyle snapped back going to attack only to be pulled bak by the rest of the team who had forms a sort of protective cicle around you.

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Mansk

You took sputtere breaths as you stumbled back, Mansk the quietest of the group stood inbetween you and your attacker his shoulders squared and not saying a word. He only started down the other team.

“Keep your bitch on a leash,” the attacked snapped jabbing his finger in your direction.

“Why? Your bitch attacked first,” he shugged moving to block his view of you. You were surprised when Brown and Sean did the same. At that point you noticed the others had formed a protective circle around you. As the teams were ushered away Mansk turned back to you gently nudging you away with a hand placed against the small of your back.

#avatarwayofwater #avatar way of water #avatar oc #Recom #avatar recoms #recom zdog #recom lyle wainfleet #recom mansk

[kookythekatkueen]

This is a goth chicks blog

You can also find me on other platforms: https://linktr.ee/kooky_thekatkueen

A little bit about me

First: I'm a bit shy and don't talk much, but I will build up the courage and reply to your direct messages or comments (maybe no promises, so don't get mad or sad; socializing is not my strong suit)

Name: Malak (The English translation is Angel) I'd appreciate it if you used Angel 🪽

Age: 21, 4-July-2002 ♋️

Sexuality, Gender & Pronouns: Pansexual, Female, she/her/they/them 🏳️‍🌈♀️

Height: 161cm / 5.28ft

Languages I speak: English & Arabic عربي

Relationship Status: Lonely, just me and my thoughts I FINALLY HAVE A LOVERRRR YAYYYY

Religion: Muslim ☪️

Pet: A rescue African Gray Parrot named Shady. She is 12 y/o, had her for 7y. 🦜

Favorite Color: Blue, but sometimes Purple or Emerald Green. Although I am mainly in black because it is cute.

3 Favorite Foods: 2 of them are Lebanese cuisine 🇱🇧

Lebanese Raw Meat Slab; usually comes with a variety of types of prepared raw meat. Ps it's all sheep meat "I know raw meat is crazy to eat in most countries, but please be respectful this is my culture." 🥩

Warak Enab (Dolma) is grape leaves stuffed with rice, tomatoes, onions, mint leaves, and parsley leaves🥬

Spaghetti with cut-up hotdogs in it (Comfort food) 🍝

Favorite Artist & what song is my favorite from them:

Adele, Chasing Pavements 🎤

Owl City, The Tornado 🎼

Ghost, Square Hammer 🎸

Things I like to do: Art (digital, traditional, crafts), Sewing Clothes, Cooking 👩🏻‍🎨🎨🖌️🖼️ 🧝🏻‍♀️🧵🪡 👩🏻‍🍳🍳🥘

Best way to spend a night: Cook some food and dessert. Then enjoy a movie or TV show while eating. After that spend the rest of the time make legos or puzzles, maybe some art or reading a book. 🍔🍟🍩 🧩 📺

Favorite Movie & TV Show: The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings trilogy & The Big Bang Theory

Dream Job: Applied physicist at CERN ⚛️

Dream Trip: Going to Antarctica, I love traveling to the point where I've been to +30 countries. 🇦🇶

The last thing I Googled: The Standard Model | CERN (home.cern) I'm doing some pre-studying before I get into college; my major is Physics ⚛️👩🏻‍🔬

Anything I really want right now: Greek salad 🥗

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[mephestopheles]

Next episode predictions, we're going to see a fallout of a few things, including the probably mentioned death/murder of a baby grape.

I have an issue with the idea that the baby grape might be a true heir to the vegetanian throne. Setting aside whatever weird genetics fruitarians and vegetanians have, I doubt it's possible for a mango and an artichoke to have a concord grape. And if we are going to allow that and handwave the genetics discussion, I know an age wasn't mentioned but two years had passed, that kid was definitely less than a year old, at least based on context.

So if we suppose that Amangeaux and Cardoon, managed to suddenly produce an heir before his tragic death and she wasn't aware of her pregnancy in the first episode, that kid would be around 15 months old. Walking, definitely babbling and talking a bit, and less likely to be spitting up.

This got long but if you're here for the ride, I've put it behind the cut.

The spitting up phase is usually before solid foods. So the clues don't add up that this concord grape baby is an heir and Amangeaux is hiding one.

Politically, it makes even less sense to hide a child. If she had an heir to the vegetanian throne, and she was pregnant at the point of Cardoon's death, Raphinel could have spun that into a holy miracle and the bulbian church would have put its weight behind Amangeaux. She also would have had a stronger claim than Tomaté as the regent and sitting authority to rule Vegetania in her child's stead until they grew up.

Now, most beneficial for Amangeaux and Raphinel would be a son. Easy line of succession, no missed beats, and anyone who wanted to get into the new kings good graces would have to go through the bishop and dowager queen.

If she had a daughter, the most politically advantageous thing would be to set up the eventual marriage of the only heir of the Vegetanian throne to one of the other kingdoms. Fructeran is possible, but might be seen as the fructerians stealing the Vegetanian throne. That leaves Ceresia, the Meat Lands, The Dairy Isles and of course, Canadia. Amethar is 21 and kind of too old for that but should Amethar make a politically good match - which maybe without the war, marrying the girl from the dairy islands didn't happen, or maybe it did - his heir would be around the same time. The only hitch here is that, Amethar is fourth in line for the throne because Candia's line of succession is different from the other kingdoms. This doesn't take out Cruller as a villain, but it does make his assassinations of the sisters much more difficult.

I don't remember a lot of the internal politics of the other kingdoms, but Raphinel and Amangeaux could spin a true heir into a lot of political power. Yes, that does mean an heir is also in danger of assassination, but the church could protect them.

So, it doesn't make sense for her to hide the child, unless she was pregnant with a Fructeran baby, the sudden child out of wedlock would cast a pall over her time as queen. And call into question whether she intentionally kept an heir from the Vegetanian throne. Yes, she's hiding the child from everyone, but that's only because it would put herself at risk during the war and make her a target.

#the Ravening war #dimension 20 spoilers #the ravening war meta #lady amangeaux epicée du peche

[cak31ssuperi04]

Crashing at ur ask box again but the rest of Sweet Beach 4 the ask game

(I feel like one of those door to door newspaper boys trying to to bring u the latest issues of the daily survey /hj /lh)

HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS. MY BABIES NO (under the cut)

Hitohito:

favorite thing about them- They love him for his nice kindness. Friendly boy swag. I appreciate that he's a loud energetic type but still portrayed as reasonably smart.

least favorite thing about them- Idk he's just a cool chill guy. What is there to dislike. Maybe that's a problem. Maybe he needs to do something objectionable right now.

favorite line- This isn't quite a line but I think about it often

brOTP- I like the idea of him being Sagara and Izuchi's normie childhood friend. They've mostly lived in the same neighborhood their whole lives so they're just kind of on each other's radars, even if they aren't always exactly close.

OTP- N/A

nOTP- N/A

random headcanon- Kills it at Taiko rhythm games. Fishes in his spare time.

unpopular opinion- N/A

song i associate with them- Brothers. Good vibes slightly nonsensical lyrics

favorite picture of them-

Mary:

favorite thing about them- I like the thread of her being a child star who had to grow up too fast, who's sheltered and emotionally/socially stunted from having to maintain an image all the time and longs for a normalcy that she knows she can't have("people envy what they do not have.") but will enjoy whatever little of it she can. I feel like the Sweet Beach side-character friend events shy away from delving into them beyond a surface-level(which, all things considered, makes sense for how little time they have to dedicate to each one I guess) so it's nice to see it get touched on.

least favorite thing about them- I loooove her design so much don't get me wrong but Actually drawing it is like putting myself through a meat grinder(I'm weak I know)

favorite line- "I see. He's lost the ability to speak. What a sorrowful person." So unintentionally patronizing jksadhasgdhjg

brOTP- Nanashi(obvious answer is obvious) but also Hitohito! I also have the headcanon that she continues visiting the cafe to cool off. While Hitohito(who listens to a lot of top 40 radio stations while he jogs--and since Fairytale Forest lets its employees curate the music that plays in the cafe he just winds up listening to a lot of just the most popular music at the moment at work anyways-- so he IS familiar with her music but doesn't keep up super closely with her as a celebrity.) was able to offhandedly dismiss her as a cosplayer the first time, that excuse doesn't really hold for very long after that.

OTP- N/A

nOTP- Meury is aesthetically interesting but idk the 17-21 age gap is a no for me.

random headcanon- While Sweet Beach is a big tourism area, the specific area that Eruno and Aira takes Nanashi to is a less industrious, less popular area of it, hence all the buildings being single-story and some rando being able to singlehandedly drive all the tourists off the beach(which apparently is the main attraction of said big tourism area) without getting into trouble for it. In any case Mary specifically chose that area because it wouldn't be as swarming with paparazzi and crowds, and easier to keep a lower profile.

unpopular opinion- N/A

song i associate with them- Itan na Star

favorite picture of them-

Meru:

favorite thing about them- Just an eternally sleepy girl trying to make it in this world

least favorite thing about them- For how much it's played for laughs I do wish they either went more into exploring her condition and how it affects her life or gave us more about her character outside of it. Though I guess there is something to be said there about her not seeking professional help and turning to other means because of the stigma surrounding neurological disorders?(if I'm missing the point like, lmk though of course)

favorite line- "…But the work hours are most favorable here. Other slave driving workplaces make you work 5 hours or more…" Go girl

brOTP- I really like the idea of a Meru/Ryuuri/Yuuto friendship. Sleepygang

OTP- Meu! I'm so weirdly invested in the idea of them. Look hear me out. Meru likes stimulating things. Meu is high-energy all the time. They share 2/3 of their favorite gifts(Similar tastes! What do you mean Im grasping at straws im not grasping at straws i)

nOTP- I saw someone suggest Izuchi/Meru once

random headcanon- Loves metal(the music). Also loves rollercoasters, though is hesitant about riding them on her own because what if she falls asleep.

unpopular opinion- N/A

song i associate with them- Time Slip

favorite picture of them-

Saaya:

favorite thing about them- I like that she's kind of complicated? She's a 14 year old with abandonment issues and a warped perception of love who handles it in destructive ways and she's fucked up but that's kind of real to me idkidk

least favorite thing about them- Her treatment of Nanashi (the self harm threats particularly) is still very uncomfortable

favorite line- "Strange? No... This is the realm of gods! Yes! You are a god, Nanashi!!"

brOTP- Meu! I've mentioned this before but I like the idea of her just coming to Meu for divinations on her love life only to end up venting. At some point she just drops the pretenses but Meu is fine with it. She's a good shoulder to cry on.

OTP- N/A

nOTP- Nanashi:(

random headcanon- I like to think she does a bit of sewing for a hobby.

unpopular opinion- Not an unpopular opinion but I'm thinking about how she mentions the water looks a little bloody. And since the water is pink I can't help but imagine 1bh characters having bright pink danganronpa blood

song i associate with them- Aishite Aishite Aishite/ Lovefool

favorite picture of them-

Meu:

favorite thing about them- She's so funny and silly and energetic. She's like an aunt to me. Not really good at what she does but very committed to the bit and I respect that.

least favorite thing about them- Feels a bit scammy to me and I feel like there is potentially a line to be towed there but it's okay she's allowed to do that.

favorite line- "A fortune is never a guarantee! Why, it usually isn't in fact! ✬ Kyahaaa!"

brOTP- Sagara! In my mind Meu eats lunches at Little Berry(is eating cake for lunch entirely healthy? Probably not. But Meu thinks she especially needs a little treat today to help with her luck. In fact she thinks that everyday. Though there probably are a couple of regular food options, and it's right next door anyways) and Sagara acts as a Witch's Apprentice(tm) sometimes when she isn't at work, which basically just means sweeping floors and rearranging things but she also gets to wear a cape and a cool hat so she pretends it's serious magic business. They match each other's energies well and Meu also watches magical girl anime so it works out. Meu lets her hold DND sessions at Star Brink because she likes the vibe there.

OTP- Meru!

nOTP- [see Mary's]

random headcanon- Has a black cat. That she found in a trash can and just decided to keep. Leaves it at home when she can because it keeps trying to knock over her trinkets, and especially has it out for her crystal ball.

unpopular opinion- If she hasn't been roped into a pyramid scheme yet she will be

song i associate with them- No Reason/ Why Must We Tell Them Why

favorite picture of them-

#All these characters have so little official art. I'mso sad #pieceofcake.txt #cakeasks #ch4 has my favorite cast but ch1 did the best job at actually trying to develop its side characters #I complain about Mary's design being hard to draw but in my defense so did Miwashiba #I wouldn't last 5 minutes as a g/enshin fanartist

[wolfasketch]

The family of 'Oops, guess your our kid now'

Here's what I got for this family so far:

• Leo and Yuichi didn't start dating until they were 19 and 21, despite knowing each other sense the ages of 16 and 18 • Yuichi knew he was gay sense 15 while Leo didn't know he was into guys until he was 18 • The two moved underground at the ages of 22 and and 25 • They found a 5 year blind maned wolf yokai named Miwa when they were 25 and 27 • That was their first oops adoptee • At the ages 28 and 30, Hueso brought them a 2 year old lynx Yokai who'd been abandoned at his restaurant • She only had a note on her saying 'My name is Luna' • There's adoptee number two • When Luna was 10, Miwa was 16 and Yuichi was 38, a 36 year old Leo came home with a 13 year old warthog mutant and a 15 year old rhino mutant name Anton Zeck and Ivan Zeck • They're two brothers who call themselves Bebop and Rocksteady • Leo and his brothers saved them from Meat Sweats and Leo volunteered to take them in, Raph already having five of his own, Donnie having his own stuff to deal with, and Mikey having no teen raising experience • Rocksteady has a growing ability(if you've seen the Boy and the Beast, it's like that) • Lots of hurt/comfort when it comes to two brothers adjusting to their new lives with Leo and Yuichi • They eventually become adoptees three and four by time they're 15 and 17

#ROTTMNT #ROTTMNT OC #ROTTMNT Yuichi Usagi #Usagi #ROTTMNT Leo #Hamato Leonardo #Leonardo Usagi #ROTTMNT Rocksteady #Rocksteady #Ivan 'Rocksteady' Zeck Usagi #ROTTMNT Miwa #Miwa Usagi #Miwa #ROTTMNT Bebop #Bebop #Anton 'Bebop' Zeck Usagi #ROTTMNT Luna #Luna Usagi #Luna #Sidenote #I'm well aware of Beps and Rock being canon in Rise #as well as being canonly gay and I'm all for it #me and my sis constantly talk about Bebop x Rocksteady when we talk TMNT #However #in this AU #they are teens and bio-brothers

[meatriarchived]

MARIA.

i.   ⸻   general.

name.  maría aurora flores [ beloved; dawn; flower ]

alias⁽es⁾.  ( cc / nosy ) dolores [ sorrow, pain ], aurelia [ the golden one ], rosa [ rose ], among others.

gender. cis female

age. 21 ( verse dependent )

spoken language⁽s⁾. spanish ( first ), english ( second )

sexual preference. pansexual

occupation⁽s⁾. university student, works at a florist shop part time right after her classes end.

ii.   ⸻   appearance.

eye color. hazel-green ( for reference; thomas' hazels are the bottom c: )

hair color. brunette

height. five foot seven inches

major scars. verse dependent. however: scarring from having arm and thigh start to be carved into by thomas. scarred puncture wound from meat hook below ribcage. laceration & gashed scarring all across arms, back. most prominent scar to her, however, is the branded J on left hip, permanently set into skin in view whenever she undresses.

iii.   ⸻   favorites.

color. reds, oranges, yellows.

song. go your own way - f.leetwoodmac / cherry waves - d.eftones / experience & primavera - l.udovico einaudi

food. pizza, caldo de pollo / chicken noodle soup ( mama flores' recipes in particular ), fajitas.

drink. coca-cola / tequila + coke, hot chocolate, agua de jamaica ( hibiscus iced tea ), ponche.

iv.   ⸻   have they   ...

passed university. she COULD HAVE- but in most au's, no. she drops out after the House.

had sex. yes

had sex in public. once, nearly - bad experience w/ an ex.

gotten pregnant / someone else pregnant.  luckily no. but if she ever did, she'd love and adore them.

kissed a boy. yes

kissed a girl. yes

gotten tattoos.  no but she's thought of getting some.

gotten piercings.  yes, earlobes.

been in love. in love, no. has loved someone, yes.

stayed up for more than 24 hours.  yes ( uni's a bitch man- )

v.   ⸻   are they   ...

a virgin. no

a cuddler. yes!! she loves cuddling with people c;

a kisser. yes

scared easily. uh..................yeah fbnsdj my poor summer child-

jealous easily.  no

trustworthy. she tries her best to be :')

dominant. nah not really.

submissive. oh yeah. she loves it.

in love. very much depends on verse.

single. single by default, verse dependent.

vi.   ⸻   family.

sibling⁽s⁾. ana flores ( little sister ) - [ grace; flower ]

parent⁽s⁾. ramón ignacio flores [ wise protector; fire; flower ] & carmen ainara flores, nee rosales [ garden / song; swallow; flower; rose bush ]

significant other. none.

pet⁽s⁾. juniper, a calico cat. & in wilted / shine, two estrela mtn dogs: autumn, or oddy for short & buttercup, or buddy for short. c;

DANNY.

i.   ⸻   general.

name.   danilo ( daniel ) alejo-osório [ god is my judge; protector / defender; hunter of wolves ]

alias⁽es⁾.  danny

gender. cis male

age. newly 23 ( verse dependent )

spoken language⁽s⁾. english, spanish

sexual preference. closeted bisexual

occupation⁽s⁾. trade student training in shipyard welding & hyperbaric ( underwater ) welding.

ii.   ⸻   appearance.

eye color. brown

hair color. brown

height. six foot five inches

major scars. mostly has small scars scattered about from hard labor and work. post-house, depending on verse however, danny has a collection of rather gnarly scars all over to accompany them. in some routes, after receiving a near-fatal blow to the head that gave him a scrawling scar from just within his hairline, down to brow and corner of left eye. and in some cases where that eye has been lost due to the injury, he has some scarring from recovery.

iii.   ⸻   favorites.

color. blues & greens.

song. separate ways (worlds apart) - j.ourney / pour some sugar on me - d.efleppard / break stuff - l.imp-bizkit / mammamia - m.aneskin / obstacles - s.yd matters

food. bbq anything, arroz atollado ( mother's old recipe )

drink. coca-cola, whiskey & jack, horchata, hot chocolate.

iv.   ⸻   have they   ...

passed university. no, he does trade school instead of uni.

had sex. yes

had sex in public. yes.

gotten pregnant / someone else pregnant.  no.

kissed a boy. yes

kissed a girl. yes

gotten tattoos.  yes - will do an actual post with some at some point uwu

gotten piercings.  no

been in love. no

stayed up for more than 24 hours. yes

v.   ⸻   are they   ...

a virgin. no

a cuddler. yes

a kisser. yes

scared easily. no

jealous easily. no

trustworthy. he really fucking tries to be for those he cares for and loves.

dominant. yes

submissive. at times, depends.

in love. no ( not taking any canon into acct with this uwu )

single. single

vi.   ⸻   family.

sibling⁽s⁾. younger half sister, carina osório ( mothers' second child )

parent⁽s⁾. marcos ignacio alejo, & salome osório

significant other. no.

pet⁽s⁾. none. moves around too much. he loves cats and dogs and most animals though.

#me gently swiping this over from lamb uwu #[ mf ] ── * 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘. { maria. } #[ d ] ── * 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘. { danny. } #[ 𝟎𝟎 ] ── * 𝐎𝐎𝐂. { queue. } #and then q's while i go nap for a little while