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chungledown-bimothy · 1 year

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I haven’t actually been watching D20, I don’t have the attention span for it. Can you recap this season up to the latest episode for me?

oof. um. this isn't gonna be a great recap, but here we go. (this is all from memory god help me i'm sure i'm forgetting things and having to leave out really funny and great bits for length)

sleeping beauty, the frog prince, mother goose, little red riding hood, pinocchio, and puss in boots all met on a caravan to shoeberg. (Destiny's Children is the group name)

shit's Bad and most of them are looking for people they care about and/or answers as to why things are So Bad And So Wrong. but puss in boots and pinocchio are best friends and conning rich people. simply vibing, we love it for them.

mother goose has a magic book (that he got from making wishes with The Gander who is a Force Of Evil trying to resurrect his dead son and he's got one more wish but it'd kill him to make it) that seems to be the key to this whole thing and it can suck people into it and record their stories, and he gets sick new spells when that happens

things go to shit on the caravan, they all end up together and needing to go find a shard of glass that's in cinderella's fairy godmother's chest.

first combat happens, total party kill. they all fucking die. but the frog prince gets the shard, so it's not all bad. they learn that it's a multiverse situation and they all get thrown into a new timeline where things are Worse but they remember each other and what needs to be done. they get red beads and brennan gives NO explanation

well, pinocchio doesn't restart like the others. his stepmom (the stepmom, she's all the stepmoms) is his fuckin warlock patron and instead of him dying and being in a second story he replaces that universe's pinocchio.

they all meet up again and compare notes, turns out a bunch of princesses (including cinderella, snow white, rapunzel, and the beast) are aware of the multiverse thing and how it sucks that they're stuck in stories where they have no agency. plus things are getting So Much Worse. it's unclear what their plan is, but they want to fix how bad everything is (they need seven princesses, including sleeping beauty), whereas the fairies (there are 8 of them) are more or less fine with how things are and want them to stay that way.

they learn that the stepmother is a horrific eldritch being who eats mothers. pinocchio cuts his strings, she's not his patron anymore. (uh-oh, she might hurt his dad about that)

mother goose gets a text on his book from scheherezade, turns out there are other people with books in different universes and they can communicate through it. scheherezade and her companions are stuck and somehow destiny's children fighting a huge fucking spider would help her out? idk i'm arachnophobic i had to skip all that

they go through the book (?) and end up in The Lines Between, which is sick as fuck and sort of... the central hub for the multiverse? it's super fucking cool. they meet scheherezade and aesop (who also has a book).

ally nails a nat 20 and learns that there's Special Ink used by The Authors (shhh don't say that out loud it'll bring Trouble) to write all of everyone's stories.

there are cutbacks and something Really Bad is going on with it all.

they leave scheherezade and aesop and go to explore more, oops the stepmother is here and pissed that they're trying to put things back to normal (she... eats stories? definitely eats mothers)

puss in boots nails a sick nat 20 and pinocchio's patron is now his own story and the concept of destiny itself.

the stepmother yeets them the fuck out of the lines between, they do some sick backstory stuff, learn that the baba yaga's HUGELY powerful and is why the stepmother is as powerful as she is.

they land in a heavily industrialized city. they go find the person in charge, the baron of bricks, and they lean he's got the big bad wolf, who is Death incarnate, chained up because military industrial complex, i guess?

they free the wolf, who says he can get them to the baba yaga, but they decide that first they want to go find snow white. snow white seems chill, says they need more princesses to save the multiverse. so she yeets them the fuck to toy island where they meet the little mermaid

but oops sleeping beauty accidentally triggered a spell that was looking for the little mermaid (princess detector) and fight what was initially him but ended up really being against the terrible dogfish from pinocchio's story. but they beat it, get the little mermaid's voice back, and make their way back to snow white.

they all get there, and the princesses, including the frog prince's estranged wife, reveal that they actually want to fully destroy the entire multiverse. blow it all up to shit using the ink and mother goose's book.

they tried to fuck up their apocalyptic plans by putting cinderella in the book, but it fails. so they have to fucking haul ass out of there, just a little bit of combat almost killed sleeping beauty and the frog prince.

they get out of there, leaving the little mermaid behind, but only then do they realize rapuzel and her freaky ass hair stole mother goose's book. so they're kinda fucked. but they keep running and end up in the land of giants but hey they're the giants

after a really cool combat, they find and free The Golden Goose, the gander's counterpart, and after they also get back mother goose's husband and some of puss in boots' old friends, the goose, because she and mother goose are one and the same in many versions of their stories, makes the third wish and dies in order to get mother goose his book back.

they learn that the princesses have gotten to scheherezade and have her with them and she's also technically a princess, so they now have enough princesses to end everything.

so destiny's children track down the baba yaga to try to get her help. miraculously, pinocchio nat 20s the persuasion check. they all have to give things up to get her help, and it's heart breaking and beautiful and watch The Trials of Baba Yaga.

baba yaga gets them to the lines between, murph rolls TERRIBLY and gives the princesses a head start for the apocalypse. taking us to the most recent episode.

combat with cinderella, snow white, rapunzel, elody (frog prince's estranged wife), the little mermaid, the beast, and scheherezade begins. snow white is doing magic with the ink and it's all about to go to shit.

they talk the little mermaid and elody into being on their side, dispel the magic that was making scheherezade cooperate, and kill the beast, rapunzel, and snow white. leaving just cinderella.

the baba yaga so far has helped destiny's children, but said she's the only one who's gonna survive all this, so. that's ominous.

the episode ends with the fairies showing up in the room. round two is going to begin in the finale next week.

and that's what you missed on glee!

#neverafter #neverafter spoilers #dimension 20

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argiopi · 3 years

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on the backs of your mothers

#I met a mother wolf spider! With all her little children on her back!#Wolf spiders are so gorgeous their smooth tapered legs made me think of them as octopus spiders when I was a kid #picked her up & set her outside bc we're not supposed to have pests in the lab. buddy was trying to break into the chemicals cabinet.#she was so docile.. just let me scoop her up and didn't even run I wonder if carrying babies made her sluggish.#wow the love I felt for that little family. highlight of that week.#anyway it made me think of if hornet liked to ride on her moms #also I drew this during a 5 hour bus trip. enjoy the lines that look seismograph-esque #adapting and overcoming i'm laughing my ass off #no pen pressure -> okay i'll draw in MS paint.#no tablet drivers -> okay i'll draw on paper.#what's next; dear world? I've bested your challenges!#yeah i've not had the means to properly fix my computer but who says you can't run with a shoddy solution for a while #colored with old highlighters I found in my backpack but they were all dried so I used the colors as different values according to wetness #and converted to grayscale then hue-corrected in post. limited touchup by mouse because fuck that #ADAPT. OVERCOME. you all would love to see the raw photo it's mostly green and orange it looks strange #could barely see what I was doing either; the air went dark with a curtain of thick rain and then the sun set #vespa is so HUGE... she'd be bigger than the white lady if it weren't for WL's far-reaching roots. but her main body is much larger.#I imagine she's saying 'aren't you a bit old for that?'#posting traditional art feels weirdly exposed. like my hand made that!#hollow knight #hornet #herrah #white lady #vespa #sketchbook #my art #comic #<- in the vaguest sense of sequential art

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dfdph · 3 years

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Spotlight - Prologue

Author D.

Pairing Jungkook x Reader (female)

Warnings Mentions of cyber bullying

Word count 3.5k

Summary “Her stylist had chosen a wonderful black Elie Saab Haute Couture for the occasion. The gown was long, sleek and structured, with overlaying tulle and tafta, the top was semi-transparent, with long sleeves and padded shoulders, and the whole dress was adorned with an intricate golden embroidery that highlighted her figure craftily. Her hair had been pinned neatly in a bun on top of her head, with some twists and braids that she had no way of replicating on her own. The make up artist had played with golden eyeshadow and had drawn a strong and thick black line with the eyeliner, making her gaze sharper and sexier. Y/N looked like a chic princess warrior, ready for battle. And, somehow, she really felt like it. She wasn’t anxious only about the ceremony, she had read the lineup, she had read his name. She knew there was no avoiding him this time: her first love, Jeon Jungkook.”

Award season was the period of the year Y/N hated the most. Despite being in the entertainment industry since she was a teenager - and now being in her late 20s -, she still couldn’t get used to the stress it put her through. She actually looked forward to dressing up and posing in front of dozens and dozens of photographers at the beginning of her career, but now that she had made a name for herself, now that everyone knew who she was, Y/N would gladly stay in her king sized bed watching some movie instead. Unfortunately, even if she wanted to, there was no way she could avoid attending this season’s ceremonies.

The past year had been Y/N’s most rewarding yet. She had been in fact casted by a renowned and award-winning director as the main character of his new historical movie, which turned out highly successful at the box office - earning more than $110,000,000 on its opening weekend - and highly acclaimed by the critics who had praised, not only the cinematography and the intricacy of the plot, but especially Y/N’s performance - described as raw, heartbreaking and graceful. To no one’s surprise, she was soon nominated as Best Actress in most of the award events, winning all of them despite the high competition and enriching the collection of trophies she had displayed in her home office.

When she debuted ten years ago with a minor role in an episode of a television series she only dared dreaming of reaching such a peak in her career. She could have never imagined that she would become one of the highest paid actresses in the industry, that she would afford buying her dream car and her dream house in Los Angeles, and that she would have millions of fans supporting her all over the world. Yet, there she was, getting ready for ‘the dream come true’, the award of the awards: the Oscars. And she, Y/N Y/L/N, had been chosen as the strongest contender in her category: Best Performance by an Actress in a Leading Role. She had already been nominated twice before, but this time was different, this time she felt she could actually win. Hence why she couldn’t stop walking anxiously back and forth in the 5 star hotel room her staff had booked for the day.

Her stylist had chosen a wonderful black Elie Saab Haute Couture for the occasion. The gown was long, sleek and structured, with overlaying tulle and tafta; the top was semi-transparent, with long sleeves and padded shoulders, and the whole dress was adorned with an intricate golden embroidery that highlighted her figure craftily. Her hair had been pinned neatly in a bun on top of her head, with some twists and braids that she had no way of replicating on her own. The make up artist had played with golden eyeshadow and had drawn a strong and thick black line with the eyeliner, making her gaze sharper and sexier.

Y/N looked like a chic princess warrior, ready for battle. And, somehow, she really felt like it. She wasn’t anxious only about the ceremony, she had read the lineup, she had read his name. She knew there was no avoiding him this time: her first love, Jeon Jungkook.

Y/N was a completely different woman from who she was back in high school.

She had grown in a very poor family. Her mother had to raise her, alongside her older brother, all on her own, working long hours as a housekeeper for a rich and snob family who mistreated her and paid her just enough so that she couldn’t resign. She was a very sweet woman who had to struggle every day to give her two children the most normal life she could afford. Y/N’s father, on the other hand, was never present: an alcoholic who couldn’t keep a job for more than a month, he regularly failed to pay child support after the divorce and never once made a call to hear from them.

Y/N understood the importance of money early on, in elementary school, when her classmates started teasing her because of her hand-me-down clothes. She was used to wear her brother’s old t-shirts every now and then and never thought too much of it. She didn’t see any difference between the rock bands pictures or the flowery prints, she didn’t realize it mattered. And when she had told her mother that those girls had laughed at her, the woman almost cried, so Y/N decided not to mention it ever again.

Y/N grew up into a very introverted and shy teenager. She wasn’t good with socializing and generally preferred being on her own. Her desire for solitude was so evident that her classmates gave up on their attempts to befriend her and she soon became the lone wolf of their high school. By junior high, she became almost invisible.

Strangely enough, Y/N’s dream was that to become an actress, a profession that required a lot of things she lacked of. Confidence, to begin with, or charisma. The only thing she believed she could do was hide inside the unused storage room on the second floor and play with the old props left by the drama club.

She met Jungkook while doing just that.

The boy was just coming back from the first meeting of the Mathematics Discussion Club - of which he was the president - when he heard someone crying from a room he never noticed before. He opened the door quietly, peeking his head inside the dim lighted room, only to find the silhouette of a girl lying on the floor in a fetal position and seemingly crying her lungs out in pain. She had her hands clutching tightly her head and she was sobbing so hard that she was on the verge of hyperventilating. On instinct, Jungkook rushed to her side, his books, pencils and calculator clattering all over the floor.

“Are you ok?!” he screamed in worry, putting his hands over her shoulders.

Y/N jumped up, her wailing stopping so abruptly that it made Jungkook jump as well. As it turned out, Y/N was doing nothing more than acting the part of a terminally ill girl who was suffering intense head pains - a part she had invented all on her own to test her ability with dramatic scenes. it was something she did quite often. Just the day before she was performing Meryl Streep’s part in “Into the Woods” to an invisible audience.

“I-I’m ok.” she mumbled, drying the fake tears from her cheeks.

“What the hell?” Jungkook murmured, looking at her in astonishment. “What was that?”

“I was ... I was just pretending.” she replied, her voice horse from all the screaming.

“Pretending?” he repeated as he sat bewildered on the dirty floor. “You were pretending to be in pain? Why?!”

Y/N felt the heat rising to her face. This was the first time she had to explain her weird little secret to anyone. “Acting.”

“Acting.” Jungkook repeated once again. “And why are you doing it in here?” he asked looking around the creepy space, with its spider webs and abandoned miscellaneous objects. “What is this place anyways?”

“It was the old storage room of the drama club.” Y/N replied. “They don’t use it anymore. There’s no space left.”

“I can see that.” he said staring at the shelf just above their heads that looked about ready to collapse. “So, I guess you’re not in the drama club?”

“No.” Y/N answered looking down at her crossed legs. She wondered if he was going to snitch on her. She really didn’t want to get in trouble. Besides, it wasn’t like she was doing something that terrible.

“I could tell.” Jungkook replied. “I saw last year’s winter play and, let me tell you, you, crying on the floor 5 minutes ago, were ten times better than that.”

Y/N looked back at him with her mouth open in surprise. She had no idea who this boy sitting crossed legged on the floor with her was, with his white button down shirt and over washed jeans, but he singlehandedly gave her the best compliment she could wish for. “Right?!” she exclaimed sitting straighter. “I thought so too! But everybody else acted as if they saw the best performance of their lives! I knew I couldn’t be the only one who taught that their interpretation of Shakespeare’s Antony and Cleopatra was nothing but underwhelming.”

“Damn right.” the boy nodded in agreement. “I actually looked forward to it because I prefer it over Romeo and Juliet, but I was so disappointed. You should have played Cleopatra!” he added in an afterthought. “Why didn’t you?”

Y/N felt herself blush once again. “I never performed in front of anyone.” she confessed. “Apart from my mother an brother, that is.”

“That’s a shame.” Jungkook murmured pensively. “You have real talent, storage room girl. Believe me, I’m an expert.”

Being friends with Jungkook was easy, falling in love with him was even easier. It came so naturally that Y/N didn’t even have the chance to fully realize it before they were officially dating.

He was everything Y/N wasn’t and everything she wanted to be. Even at 16 years old he already was a very confident boy. He was incredibly smart, funny and a little bit nerdy. He didn’t belong to the upper class of their high school social pyramid, nor the middle, but he had no care in matching those standards because he loved himself for who he was - Stark Trek t-shirts, consumed tennis shoes and all.

In the short year the two of them were together, from junior to senior year, Jungkook became the reason behind Y/N’s happiness. She wasn’t aware of how lonely she really had been while asking to be left alone. Jungkook taught her to be open towards the world, to be curious and to believe in herself and her abilities. Thanks to him and his never ending support Y/N came to realize that she wasn’t meant to hide inside the abandoned storage room on the second floor, but she deserved the chance to follow her dreams.

Together they filed their applications for college: Jungkook always wanted to become an aerospace engineer and had set the personal - and ambitious - goal to work for NASA; Y/N, on the other hand, had worked hard during her last year in high school to win a scholarship for whichever Performing Arts College was willing to take her in - it didn’t matter which one because she knew she started her acting career late. All she wanted was to study to become an actress, to perform on stage and bring to life incredible stories, to be someone one day and someone else the other.

But it was such a big dream, something so fickle and risky, that Y/N couldn’t help but being overwhelmed by fear, not only for her future but that of Jungkook’s as well, because after all, despite all the changes she had gone through, a part of her was still hiding from the world. So she did something stupid, something very cliché, that nevertheless seemed the right thing to do at that time: she broke up with him.

It’s for his own good, she had thought. He is brilliant, I don’t want to hold him back.

Jungkook fought her and for her. He was afraid something like this would happen, he was sure it wasn’t what she really wanted, he knew she was just afraid. But Y/N was a very talented actress indeed and for a moment, as she looked straight into his dark eyes and told him she didn’t love him anymore, Jungkook felt his confidence waver.

“I’m really thankful for what you’ve done for me.” she had said. “I wouldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for you.”

“Please don’t lie.” he had whispered, trying to stop the angry and disappointed tears from falling from his eyes. “Don’t pretend. Not with me.”

“I’m not.” Y/N replied, her voice firm. “I loved you, I really did. You’ll be my first love forever, Kook.”

And the very next day, just like in one of those cheesy television dramas her mother loved so much, she flew hundreds of miles away from him, trying to not looking back.

If she said she never regretted it over the following years, it would be a lie. As she started her new life, she never failed to think of him. She wondered how he was doing, if his dreams were coming true and if he ever thought of her as much as she did of him. As she grew up and matured, Y/N realized how stupid her choice had been and how important Jungkook’s role had been in shaping her personality and in breaking her shell. Y/N was sure of it: if he didn’t found her that day inside the storage room, she wouldn’t be who she was today.

Years after she broke up with him, Jungkook still popped up into her mind every now and then. She thought of him the first time she was casted for a walk on role in a movie; she thought of him the first time her name was credited in an episode of a TV show; she thought of him the first time she won an award.

She thought of him with regret and a little bit of melancholy. Y/N never forgot him. Not even when when became so famous she barely had the time and energy to think about herself.

The first time Y/N heard his name spoken by someone else’s mouth, three years ago, was a complete shock. She never talked of him to anyone, apart form her mother, her brother and Jimin, her best friend and manager, so he was supposed to be a nobody to everyone else but herself. As it turned out, with a very mysterious turn of events, Jungkook had left the path towards aerospace engineering and had decided to take his chance with acting. And from what Y/N gathered from the overheard conversation, he was starting to make a name for himself as well.

That night, back in her multimillion dollar villa, Y/N researched his name on the internet for the first time.

He was new to the industry and there wasn’t much about him, it was like he popped out of nowhere. But it was definitely Jungkook, Y/N recognized him from the pictures. He had grown into a beautiful man, so handsome that she did a double take and then had to stop herself from drooling. It wasn’t like he was ugly when they were together, but he was just a skinny teenager back then and this was a man, a real man who had lost all of his baby fat and now had a razor sharp jaw and a muscular body. Apparently, he was the protagonist of an ongoing TV series that was gathering a lot of success putting him in the center of the attention. ‘The new heartthrob’, that was how he was being called.

Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what happened after they lost contact with each other that made him change his career so drastically. Whenever she thought about him she imagined him working on some challenging project for NASA, never on a movie set. She remembered he was passionate about theatre and cinema, but never once he had expressed the desire to become an actor like her. Y/N didn’t know what to think.

As the years passed, Y/N watched as his acting career grew, as he starred in a success after the other and as he earned the respect of even the most strict directors and critics.

Y/N watched, yes, but from afar, never daring to contact him and secretly avoiding the chances to meet him again.

She had been successful, until now.

The drive to the Dolby Theatre went far too quick for Y/N’s taste. She could barely remember how she got from the hotel room where she had been preparing to the black luxury van. Before she knew it her stylist was taking away her favorite slippers and was putting on her dress-matching Dolce&Gabbana heels.

Y/N didn’t have the time to think. Three years of running away and finally the moment had come. Jeon Jungkook - her first love, her ‘the one that got away’, probably her biggest regret - was probably in the car behind hers.

“Y/N, two minutes.” Jimin called out, warning her to get ready. “You know the deal. Deep breath and own that red carpet as you always do. And-”

“I know.” Y/N interrupted him. “The left side is my best side.”

The man, dressed up as well in a black tux, gave her a wink. “I’ll be right behind you. You got this.” he declared, looking at her intensely. “This is the one.”

“Thanks, Chim. But from all we know I could be the next Di Caprio.” she joked, the roaring noise from the red carpet now deafening.

“On my dead body.” he smirked. “Talk to you later, princess.”

“Later.” she hugged him briefly. “Oh, can you please make sure my mom and Seokjin got in fine? I totally forgot to call them.”

“Of course. My assistant is with them, anyways.” Jimin said, putting a hand on the door handle. “Ready?”

Y/N took a deep breath, put on her best charming expression and nodded. “Ready.”

As soon as he opened the door, Y/N was immediately hit by the boisterous and echoing call of the fans. She wasn’t sure if it was only her impression but it seemed like every single one of them was screaming her name. She was, indeed, one of the biggest names of the night, there was no use in denying it, but Y/N couldn’t help but wish they stopped making her presence so obvious.

A young usher, pretending not so well to be indifferent and trying to be professional, guided her towards the beginning of the red carpet, hundreds of cellphones following her movements like magnets.

“Please, come this way, miss Y/L/N.” the usher instructed in a slightly trembling voice. “There will be someone from the staff signaling you were to stop to pose for the photographers.”

Y/N knew this already. She had attended countless of events like this, after all. Yet she didn’t say anything to the shy boy, preferring to smile at him sincerely. “Thank you very much.” she said, watching as he blushed violently.

Y/N started her walk, Jimin and her stylist following a few steps behind to make sure that everything went smoothly. The photographers went wild as soon as they saw her, the flashes of their cameras blinding her almost angrily. She was used to it now, she had mastered the trick: squinting sexily and blinking strategically.

As she walked slowly towards the entrance of the theatre, posing with confidence and channeling her best princess warrior, Y/N almost forgot the worries she had about Jungkook, until a new wave of screams echoed to her ears. She stiffened, even if imperceptibly. It was him, the line up said he would be walking right after her.

The time had finally come. Ten years had passed and she was seeing Jeon Jungkook again for the first time.

She continued to walk nonchalantly, every step confident and her chin up and proud. But once she reached the end of the red carpet and the photographers moved their attention away from her, Y/N couldn’t help but stop for a second, ignoring a fellow actress and ‘friend’ waving at her a few feet further.

She could feel him, she could feel his presence behind her back. She could either turn around and catch a glimpse of him, or resume walking and pretend he wasn’t there. It took her a couple of moments of indecisiveness, in which Jimin looked at her questioningly, before taking the umpteenth deep breath of the evening.

She turned, the hem of her $30 000 black dress brushing almost magically over the carpet, and there he was. For a moment the memory of the nerdy boy from high school overlapped the image in front of her. She was well aware of the fact that he wasn’t that teenager anymore, she had seen his pictures, watched his movies and interviews. The boy she remembered was long gone: standing tall and proud, more than twenty feet from her, was now Jeon Jungkook ‘the actor’, dressed in a perfectly tailored night blue tux that highlighted his toned body, black patent leather shoes and impeccably styled hair.

And he was staring - with his dark and deep black eyes - right back at her.

#bts #bts fanfic #purplearmynet #bangtanarmynet #thebtswritersclub #bts jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook romance #dfdph #spotlight

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beware-of-you-98 · 4 years

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OTP Prompts for Jemily

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Who kills the bugs?

JJ (she grew up in the middle of nowhere Pennsylvania, she’s not scared of any sort of bug)

Emily doesn’t deal with creatures with more than four legs, so if she sees an insect, or lord forbid, a spider, she’ll immediately climb off the floor and call for her girlfriend

JJ can never find it in herself to purposely kill the insects (she’s also not too keen on having to clean bug guts from her carpet), so she’ll grab a clear plastic cup with whatever book or piece of paper is laying around and use those to put the bug outside

(If it’s a wolf spider, she’ll literally pick it up with her bare hands, much to Emily’s horror)

If the spider is a brown recluse or black widow, she’ll bring the covered arachnid closer and take the time to show her boys and Emily what markings to look out for so that they know to be careful

The only insect she refuses to deal with are stink bugs

When they come around, she and Emily take an emergency trip to the nearby Target and buy enough of the raspberry gel air fresheners for every one of their windows

Yeah, their house smells like a Jolly Rancher for the entire month

But at least they don’t have to deal with the annoying beetles

Who always gets hot? Who always gets cold?

Neither of them gets hot, but Emily is perpetually cold

The rest of the team will be in the field in pants and short sleeves while Emily is bundled in her turtlenecks and jacket

Even in 90°+ weather, Emily can sit comfortably in long sleeve shirts and pants

At first, JJ is surprised by how cold Emily can get

She wakes up one day to find Emily bundled under the covers and shivering

Of course, she’s alarmed and asking what’s wrong, only getting confused when Emily says she’s fine, just cold

“Em, it’s 76° outside.” “That’s practically freezing!”

JJ starts giving Emily her sweaters and sweatshirts for her to wear

Emily loves them so much because they fit her just the way she likes and they smell like her girlfriend

Who’s the big spoon? Who’s the little spoon?

Everyone on the team hands down swears Emily’s the big spoon

It’s not only because she’s taller than JJ, but Penelope says she gives big spoon vibes

(Actually, she says Emily gives huge top vibes and that makes her the big spoon by default)

JJ lets the team think whatever they want because she’s the only one that really knows Emily Prentiss is the ultimate little spoon

She can’t help it!! She loves the feeling of being wrapped up in JJ’s arms

And loves getting her hair played with while she rests her head on JJ’s chest

She’s!! Soft!! When!! It!! Comes!! To!! Jennifer!! Jareau!!

When did they realize they loved each other?

For JJ, she realized in the aftermath of the Tobias Hankel case

She suffered from horrific nightmares for weeks and never got enough sleep

Emily comes over every night for three weeks and holds JJ in her arms and comforts her when she wakes up screaming from her nightmares

JJ realizes she’s in love with Emily one night after she’s calmed down from yet another nightmare

She’s laying there in Emily’s arms, emotionally drained and exhausted and she just peers up at Emily and... knows

No one had ever cared for her like this, no one had ever made her feel so calm, so safe in years.

Emily does.

Emily makes her feel like no one has before, like she’s the only person to ever exist and matter.

JJ feels as if Emily’s arms is where she’s meant to spend her life

She doesn’t know it then, but that was the moment she fell in love with Emily. And she fell hard.

Emily knew almost right away tbh

It’s only a few weeks after she joins the BAU and everyone else had gone home except for herself and JJ

She goes into JJ’s office to keep her company

They spend the next few hours organizing files (Emily insists on helping because JJ looks really stressed and overwhelmed)

They don’t get a lot of work done honestly, they sit and talk with each other over mugs of steaming chamomile tea

Emily looks across the desk at JJ as she finishes a story and is rendered speechless by how beautiful the blonde is and how perfect she is and how everything about her makes Emily feel as if nothing else matters

She’s overwhelmed with her own emtion and just knows, knows, at that moment she’s well and truly fucked because she’s in love

Who said “I love you” first?

Emily does but it’s spontaneous and out of the blue

The whole team is hanging out at Rossi’s house

Everyone is laughing and having a good time

Emily and JJ are attempting to dance to the music playing over the speakers but they’re both hilariously uncoordinated

(They’ve also both had a couple of glasses of wine at this point, making their efforts even more comical)

Spencer and Hotch are playing a game of blackjack

Derek is half paying attention to the game on tv, half swaying to the music and doing weird dances when Penelope looks at him to make her laugh

Penelope is recording different parts of the night for the memories

Rossi sits back and watches over his children with a content smile

JJ stumbles into Emily’s arms with a giggle

Emily laughs and wraps her arms around the her blonde and just goes “God, do I love you.”

You can hear a pin drop with how quiet everyone becomes

Emily opens her mouth to apologize, to weakly defend herself when JJ grins up at her “Do you mean it?”

Emily’s response is a small, shy smile

“Say it again.”

Emily then leans in and gives JJ a light kiss and says more genuinely “I love you.”

JJ beams up at her and repeats the words, wrapping her arms around Emily’s neck and pulls her down for a deep kiss

(The team all give out a celebratory whoop at the couple’s expense and Penelope cries because she’s so happy for her friends)

(She sends the video to the two later on for them to have)

(It’s their most treasured memory)

Who demands cuddles?

When sober? Emily

Emily Prentiss loves a good cuddle

And, hey, after a day of dealing with the horrors they experience daily, a cuddle is what they both need and deserve

Drunk JJ is clingy as hell and will literally pout up at Emily until the older woman cuddles her

It doesn’t matter where they are

If they are in the middle of Wendy’s, drunk JJ will pout to her heart’s desire until she gets her cuddles (and a vanilla frosty, but that’s besides the point)

Drunk JJ actually demands cuddles

Who is more prone to stealing the other’s clothes?

While JJ gives Emily her clothes to wear, she is 100% the one that steals Emily’s clothes

She steals Emily’s hoodies all the time

If she can’t find something to wear for work in her side of the closet, she’ll steal a shirt from Emily’s

She also loves to steal Emily’s pantsuits and wear those to work sometimes

They’re so much more comfortable than skirts

And Emily loves to see her in them, so that’s a bonus

(She also steals Emily’s flannels before they go out for dates)

She just loves wearing Emily’s clothes as much as Emily loves to wear her’s

When do they tell their team/their families about their relationship? What are their reactions?

They decide to tell the team after five months that they’ve been dating

They want them to know because the team is like their secondary family

(And they also want to be able to publically be with each other when the team get together at Rossi’s)

(JJ just wants to hold Emily’s hand and give her girlfriend a kiss whenever she wants god dammit!)

To both of their relief, the team’s response is overwhelmingly positive

No one is surprised when they confirm to the team they’re dating

Hotch and Rossi are just like “we knew it”

Penelope has to remind both of them that she already knew because JJ had given Emily a kiss a few weeks ago during girl’s night (Penelope can keep a secret if she really wants to)

Spencer is confused because “Wait, you mean you guys have only just recently become a thing? You haven’t been dating for the past year and a half?”

Derek is just like “Well it’s about fucking time”

JJ takes Emily with her when she takes a weekend trip to take her boys home to visit her mom

She really wants Emily to formally meet her mom (“I know you already met her, but I want her to meet you as my girlfriend!”)

Though initially slightly surprised by JJ introducing Emily as her girlfriend, the blonde’s mother welcomes Emily with open arms

She’s never seen JJ this happy in years and it warms her heart to see her daughter in good hands

(“And she’s really good with the kids,” JJ’s mother tells her daughter later on in the night as the two watch Emily and the boys out in the backyard)

JJ just smiles warmly in response, relieved by her mother’s response

Ambassador Prentiss comes over to Emily’s apartment unannounced while JJ and the boys are having a family movie night

It’s awkward as hell tbh

Emily’s too formal and on edge

JJ longs to go over and place a hand on Emily’s arm for comfort, but stays put under the Ambassador’s steely gaze

(Michael and Henry are blissfully unaware, sucked too far into the animated universe of Spider-Man)

Finally, the Ambassador turns to Emily and asks if she’s happy

Emily turns back to JJ and the boys with a soft gaze before turning back to her mother and giving a light nod “Yeah. I am.”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

All the tension falls from Emily’s shoulders and the biggest breath of relief leaves her lips at that

It’s the most approval she’s gotten from her mother in a long time but it means so much

What is their favorite way to show affection?

Emily likes to wrap her arms around JJ’s waist from behind

She loves to sneak up behind her when she’s cooking and gently grab her waist and press a light kiss against her neck before laying her chin on the blonde’s shoulder and watching her cook

She’ll slide behind JJ on the couch and kiss her temple before they cuddle and watch tv

She’ll randomly stop by and just wrap JJ in a soft, warm hug, gently swaying her from side to side before letting her go and going about her day like normal

JJ loves giving Emily sweet kisses on her forehead or her cheek

She wakes up before Emily and will sometimes be unable to help herself and just lean down and press a series of light kisses on the brunette’s nose or forehead

She’ll sometimes stop by Emily’s office during work and just plant a kiss on the crown of her head before heading back to her reports

When they go on long trips, who drives?

JJ!!

She loves to drive but hardly ever gets to

At work, Emily or one of the boys are the ones driving the SUVs

(And, yeah, maybe she got to drive the SUV when Kate was on the team, but still)

Even running errands like going to the store or picking up the boys, it’s Emily that drives

But Emily hates to drive long distances and often leaves that task to JJ

JJ loves it

Emily will lean her head on her shoulder or place her hand over the blonde’s on the gear shift

It’s so blissfully domestic and soft and makes the drive that much better

Who shows more affection to the other in public?

JJ easily

Emily is a firm believer that she has a hardass reputation to uphold

It takes all of JJ’s will power not to snort

Because, honestly, Emily is really just a big softie

But she’ll let Emily think what she wants

She’s the one that initiates hand holding on the jet when they’re going to a case and cuddles on the way home from one

She just wants to love her girlfriend anywhere and at anytime!

If she wants to give Emily a kiss in the middle of the bullpen (when it’s slow and the atmosphere isn’t as tense or serious as it normally is, of course), she will god dammit!!

(Emily’s light blush never does any good to help uphold her “hardass reputation” but oh well)

Who gives piggy back rides the most?

JJ gives the piggy back rides, Emily always gets them

JJ holds her as if she weighs nothing and it makes her swoon

JJ’s arms? A definite weakness for Emily

(Plus she never got to have piggy back rides as a child and JJ insists on making up for lost time so how can Emily refuse with an offer like that?)

Who proposes first? How and when?

Okay so I’m a firm believer that they’re both spontaneous as hell when it comes to this kind of thing

It’s literally just a matter of who lets their guard down first and let the question slip out first

If it’s JJ, it’s when she comes down one morning to see Emily and the boys making her breakfast

She just stops and leans in the doorway, smiling to herself as her girlfriend instructs her sons what do do

Emily is so patient with them

She helps Michael crack the eggs into a bowl and then kisses his nose, which makes him squeal in delight and her to grin

Henry stirs the batter for waffles and gets flour on his glasses and face

Emily leans over and gently cleans him off, grinning and laughing in surprise when the young boy gets batter on her nose

The three of them are just laughing and genuinely having a good time and, god, it makes JJ’s heart feel so full

When they finally notice JJ in the doorway, the boys run up and give her good morning kisses before going back to cooking breakfast

When JJ and Emily are alone and cleaning up the kitchen, Emily just wraps her arms around JJ’s waist and gives her the softest of kisses

The “marry me?” slips from JJ’s lips without much thought

And Emily, though initially surprised, just beams in response and gives her girlfriend (fiancé?) a deep, passionate kiss and just goes “just let me know the date to reserve, baby”

If it’s Emily, it happens in a very soft, very intimate moment between the two of them

They’ll be laying in bed at midnight, cuddled naked under the covers with no space between them

Emily leans over and brushes her fingers through JJ’s long hair, her heart fluttering wildly when the blonde looks up at her

Her eyes are full of so much love, her expression so soft and adoring, Emily can’t help but to whisper out “marry me?” into the room

She goes to maybe to start a speech about their relationship, how much it means to her and how much she wants to be a part of JJ’s and the boys’ lives but all that comes out is “I just... I really, really love you and want to be a part of your life permanently.”

Just like the first time they admitted they loved each other, JJ beams and leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to Emily’s lips before telling her to say it again

Emily presses a kiss to JJ’s chin and asks again so softly “marry me?”

JJ pulls her in for a long, deep kiss

“I’d marry you as soon as tomorrow if you wanted me to.”

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boxboysandotherwhump · 3 years

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Teeth

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Chapter 5

CW: detailed description of intense stab wound pain (to the arm), fighting for their lives against giant spider, it as a pronoun in a very brief flashback, blood, powering through pain,

Sahars blood thrummed in his ears like drums heralding disaster.

Adrenalin spiked blood rushed through his veins.

His muscles twitched.

Every fiber of his being buzzed electric.

With feet barely connecting to the soft forest ground, Sahar felt trapped in the worst kind of flight.

The kind that had driven him through dark alleyways, reduced to prey running from its predators in a cage the size of a city.

He’d sworn to never forget the lesson he’d learned, back then. When the little boy he’d saved had ratted him out and sicked a seething horde of citizens onto him.

It had been a warm night back then, too. Like and unlike today in so many ways.

Only that today, he knew how to fight. To defend himself. He was no longer a scrawny eight year old, trying to save a neighborhood kid from some angry teens, mouth running a mile a minute, words tumbling from his tongue, trying to sooth, to deascalet. But words hadn’t been enough, between them and their rage against a world that had banished them behind fences, trapped them in Berlin's slum. Words had done nothing against their butterfly knife. And it had sunk into his arm as they stabbed him, sliced through skin and muscle and planted a searing pain under his skin. His mutation had gone off, outside the safety of his mothers apartment and for all the world to see. What had followed, had been pure terror.

That night had never stopped breathing down his neck, lurking around dark street corners or whispering from beyond his locked bedroom door.

Get it! I saw it dive behind a dumpster! Up the street, the little pest ran into the carpentry. Fuck, fuck we lost it. No wait! There, there it is. It jumped into the river! Then let it drown. Or drift outside the city. It’ll die there anyway.

Haunted, wide eyes flitted over the trees, nearly expecting a hate and fire spewing crowd to break out from between them at any moment.

Bitter fire taste burned on his tongue.

Sahars foot caught on a branch and he slammed into a flower stem. Hard enough to jostle him out of his vicious memory storm.

A painful dull throb pulsed through his shoulder. Nothing compared to a knife buried in his right arm, but enough to let his consciousness snap back into the here and now. Back into his shuddering body. Back between giant leaves and flower petals that rustled in the warm evening breeze.

Sucking in a shaking breath, Sahar felt the axe’s weight in his hand. Heavy as the burden of his conscience. His panic subsided, morphed into something akin to stubborn righteousness.

No.

No matter what had happened back then, he’d done the right thing in saving that boy. And he would do the right thing now!

Even if it meant the whole village would find out. Even if Charlotte would hate him.

He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he turned his back on them. If he’d let them die while he hid like a coward.

Not if he could do anything about it.

“You you you can do this. You’re no no no damn child anymore.”

You have an axe now.

An axe to slay an insect. The idea was hysterical, really.

An axe to turn a monster into a hero, maybe?

He ignored that small hopeful whisper, shoved it back deep inside the hole it had crawled out of and ran.

Sahar nearly lost his balance as he dodged a branch, speeding down a mossy root right towards the clearings edge.

Children’s screams, shrill with terror, echoed from below, cutting through the forest’s silence like a rusty knife. They were so loud Sahar nearly missed it in between the first seconds of shock and his thunderous heartbeat.

This rattling, bone chilling hiss, biting and burying itself deep into one’s very core.

Every hair on Sahar’s body stood. Electrified with fear.

Could it be?

His chest crashed into a thick vine of ivy before he could react or bring his feet to a halt on his race down the slippery root.

Grabbing blindly for the vine, somersaulting thoughts scattering every which way, Sahar caught himself somehow, avoiding a fall down the rocky hillside and meeting certain death as a graceless heap of flailing limbs.

Chest rose and fell with every shuddering breath. He allowed himself to just hang there, hidden within the thick ivy leaves, fighting to get his shaking legs back under control.

The axe’s handle threatened to slip from his clammy fingers and Sahar gripped on tighter, forcing himself to peer through the thick foliage.

A few feet under him, it’s pulsing hairy abdomen turned his way, it stood.

A giant wolf spider.

Its jaws rubbed together in endless agitation, creating this god awful noise.

Sahar wished he could scrub it off his skin. His fingers twitched, rubbing frantically over the smooth wooden handle, as he stared and stared and stared.

Charlotte and the children had encircled the beast somehow, yelling and throwing whatever they could find on the clearing’s rocky ground at it in a desperate attempt to confuse it, keep it from attacking.

So far it seemed to work.

Whenever the beast's eyes looked onto someone, the kids from behind it would hurl stones and mushrooms at its back, forcing the spider’s attention onto themselves.

Its long thorny legs crashed into the ground, kicking dirt and gravel everywhere in its furios thrashing.

That’s when Sahar saw it. Its eyes. He hadn’t noticed at first, between all the movement and blue luminescent mushroom pulp dripping of its body. But one of the spider’s eyes was missing.

The head hunter’s spider!

The controlling device, still rammed deep into its ugly head, had stopped blinking.

The machines malfunctioning must hurt.

No wonder that thing is all over the place.

This was Sahars chance. Hurting, distracted and one eye short, the spider shouldn’t notice him. Not if he came down from above.

Clutching the Axe in both sweaty hands he raised it far above his head. And jumped.

Air rushed past his ears. A storm of raging blood roaring from inside, crashing through his head and drowning his every thought.

There was only gravity left.

Gravity pulling on his limbs, drawing him down faster and faster towards inevitable eight legged death.

But he fell too fast for all the thoughts and fears of disaster to possibly catch up to him. Utterly focused, for the first time in his life, every other thought, the fabric of reality itself ground to a halt.

The only thing still moving were the flexing muscles in his arms and the spider. Abdomen pulsing with its erratic heartbeat. If he could hit that, split the soft flesh there and spill all its blood and guts on the rocky earth, everyone else would live.

The muscles of Sahar’s stomach pulled tight, transforming his body into a bowstring ready to launch.

The children’s surprised shrieks faded to background noise. His biceps bulged, feet drawing closer, his whole body readying for impact.

When suddenly, a pebble, small like a penny, came free from the sole of his heavy work boots. And dropped. Hitting the spider mere seconds before he would. But for vicious instinct carved from hard moving flesh, seconds were more than enough.

The world narrowed to a flash of glistening lidless eyes and pain as a leg, heavy like a tree trunk, bashed him into the hillside. Sahar’s spine lit up in agony. Pain spread through his arm like wildfire. It took everything in him to keep it from exploding.

Just let it. Let it. Don’t waste your time holding back!

No! No no no no, I can’t.

I’m scared.

“Sahar!”

Charlotte’s shriek cut through the storm of his mind, a lighthouse siren guiding all his scattered thoughts in one direction. His eyes snapped open, met midnight black teeth, sharp like daggers and dripping poison. The creature towered over him. Its liquefied promise of pain dripped to the ground.

Sahar’s body felt heavy, a disconnected breathing stone, teetered to the hard earth.

“Sahar! For fucks sake move!”

His limbs had forgotten how to obey his commands. A silent scream existing solely behind clenched teeth. The neurons in his head all failed to fire.

My Axe? It’s gone!

His eyes dropped from the spiders clicking jaws, searching frantically between its thorny legs. As if that thing would do him any good now.

Not against this seething monstrosity.

Dirt danced under its body, swirling up with every shuddering gusts of hot air exhaled through the breathing holes along its abdomen, so hidden under its body Sahar would have missed them if he wasn’t practically cowering under that thing.

He could see children’s legs storming off to safety, scattering and disappearing in between bushes and behind mushrooms. Their bluish glow grew stronger with every second of fading daylight.

Good.

At least he had been able to save them, before-

“I said. Move!”

Charlotte charged at the spider, pale fingers wrapped around the Axe in a death grip. Debris crunched under her shoes, flying every which way.

The weapon swung back into a wide arc, twisting her whole body with the force of her attack.

There was a visceral sort of grace to her, in that moment, in the flexing of her muscles, in the way her soft pink lips twisted back into a snarl, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth.

She was fury incarnate.

Her conviction alone seemed enough to strike that beast down.

It jerked its abdomen high into the air, stubby spinnerets twitching, the only warning before it fired. A wave of white glistening silk erupted from its silk glands, hardening as it flew towards Charlotte. The force of the impact knocked her backwards and she crashed down, fighting for balance on one knee.

Only her head and right arm remained spared from the silvery, hardening restrains that bound her to the ground.

“Fuck. Fuck!”

The Axe’s blade barely left a dent in the silk as Charlotte struggled to cut herself free one handed.

Terror held Sahar’s heart captive, had it flutter and beat with all its might, trying to escape anxiety’s iron grip.

He watched in horror as the spider turned towards Charlotte, its remaining seven eyes flashing green in the mushroom’s glow.

Its mighty body tensed, a barely there tremble rippling through pulp splattered legs. The hiss of slowly opening jaws rung over the clearing, shrill like funeral bells.

“No!”

Finally, Sahars legs moved. Launching him forward with the force of a slingshot projectile.

A gust of breath brushed his left shoulder, warm and surreally alive, as he dived past the spider's abdomen and dashed towards its mouth.

Its hairs tickled the crown of Sahar’s head.

Poison slicked fangs flashed in the last rays of dying daylight as massive jaws moved. Opened. Struck down.

A tooth burrowed deep into Sahars right arm, slicing skin and muscle like a glowing knife would butter. He felt something hard crack and splinter inside him, felt the resistance and inevitable give of his bones as the fang pierced through.

Excruciating agony exploded in his arm, threatened to devour him whole.

His body’s torment broke free with a deafening crack.

The cells of his right arm crystalized. Growing muscles twisted and hardened into an impenetrable shield, crushing the fang still buried deeply in his flesh into a hundred pieces.

Venom welled from Sahars wound, dripped down solid skin, unable to pass the armor of mutated flesh.

He could feel the pressure of the spider’s tooth stump against the wound as it bared down.

New waves of pain welled up, crashed through him like a storm flood, drowning every other sensation, every thought.

Unrelenting jaws squeezed tighter still and tears trickled over Sahar’s cheeks, down his nose, falling to the dusty ground like raindrops.

The other fang graced his ribs. Threatened to break skin.

Oh god. Oh please no.

Conjuring every last remnant of strength hidden in his muscles, Sahars pushed back. The spider’s cool hairy flesh gave under the press of his elbow, the tiniest bit, and its fang pulled back.

He hadn’t thought it possible for this pain to climb higher still, but here it was, whisking him away to a dimension composed solely of suffering.

The scream tearing from his throat didn’t sound like his own. But he could feel it, as it clawed its way out, bursting past his lips in raw desperation.

“Sahar?” The whisper of a voice found its way through the pain filled fog his existence had been reduced to and he forced his eyes open. Whimpering.

When had he even closed them?

Charlotte’s pale freckled face hovered centimeters from his. Splatters of blood trickled down the birthmark of her left cheek and dried in the copper curls of her bangs.

A faint, shuddering part of Sahar realized that this blood was his own.

Her eyes were blown wide and the blue of her irises danced in the surrounding bloodshot white of them.

“What have you done? Oh god what have you done?” There were tears, imprisoned in the tremble of her voice.

I don’t know. My body just moved.

The words were nothing but a whisper in his head, unable to escape a body shuddering and hurting and trapped on the brink of collapse.

He knew how it felt to lose control, over his senses, his mutation, his emotions but nothing had ever felt like this. He’d never felt as disconnected, as betrayed from his own flesh as the moment his knees gave out and he crashed to the ground. The fangs tip tore through his linen shirt, soaking the fabric with poison.

Screwing his eyes shut in terror filled anticipation, Sahar didn’t see Charlotte’s face morph into a ferocious scowl. All bared teeth and fierce determination.

The Axe’s wooden handle splintered under short sharp nails and fury as she swung it, with the strength of 17 years’ worth of hard work living in her muscles.

The spider’s left jaw split with the sickening tearing of flesh.

Sahar’s red blood mixed with the spider’s blue in the dirt as it gushed from the wound and dripped down the Axe.

The spider’s nearly dismembered mandible flapped uselessly from side to side as it sprung back, unsure if to retreat or attack.

With the pressure of its jaws gone, Sahar collapsed onto the blood soiled earth. A few dirt grains danced in the gusts of his labored breaths and the tears Charlotte had so desperately tried to hold on to burst free without restraint The spider webs still held her to the ground as she began to frantically claw at the silken sticky mess, desperate to break free.

Sahars tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as he rasped, “Hey. Hey hey hey ‘s fine….. fine now. Let… let me-”

Words failed him, all washed away by a new wave of hot boiling pain as he willed his mutilated, mutated arm to move, despite every fiber of his being wailing protest. Sharp pointy fingertips dug into the silk and tore it apart like a clawed animal clumsily disemboweling its prey. A howling hissing one at that.

He wanted nothing more than to get out of here and for this unbearable pain to finally, blessedly end.

Oh god please just make it stop.

Charlotte’s free hand found its way into Sahars brown unruly hair and scratched over his scalp in slow soothing circles. He leaned into the touch, this something-other-than-all-consuming-pain-feeling and whined softly.

“Shh shhh. Almost done. It’s almost over.”

He continued to rip the silk to shreds until Charlotte was finally freed. She shot up, dragging Sahar with her. He howled in agony.

Hunted blue eyes darted back to the spider, cowering low on the ground. Its seven eyes stared back, glowing in the mushrooms light.

“We have to move, Sahar. That thing‘s not done with us.”

He willed his shaking legs to stumble alongside Charlotte, when a shot rang over the clearing. Loud like a thunderclap announcing a storm.

Flinching hard enough to make him cry out Sahar witnessed the spider collapse. A thick metal stud pierced through its head, painting abstract patterns of dull blue blood and glowing mushroom pulp over its twitching body.

The ferocious predator transformed into a corpse bleeding starlight.

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Character Creation: Thera

@pretty-meekish who made all of these wonderful questions!

(I didn’t do all of them btw. And I will do another sometime about Angelica!)

Guardians name: Thera

Age: I’ve never really thought about age. I’d say 21 in years she’s been a Guardian.

Race: Awoken.

Call signs/alias: Young Wolf

Pronouns: She/her (is fine with being referred to with they/them pronouns, just prefers she/her)

Class: Hunter

Preferred subclass(es): Solar or Stasis

Ghost's name: Scout

Their Vanguard: Still doesn’t have one

Fireteam name: Doesn’t really have a name for her fireteam, since she doesn’t really consider it one in the first place ( because it only has one member)

Fireteam teammates: Angelica (or Ann)

Favorite legendary weapon: Drang

Favorite exotic weapon: Riskrunner

Favorite ornament armor set: Luxe

Do they prefer being close, mid, or long range: Thera’s fine with any of them, though she likes close combat or mid combat the most.

Do they lean more "Element of Surprise" or "Upfront and Aggressive": Upfront and aggressive, definitely.

Strikes, Gambit, or Crucible: Crucible, though she plays Gambit just as much as she plays the Crucible.

Who was their mentor(if they had one. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!): Both Zane-2 and Sora (both characters I created) were like her mentors. Sora was an awoken warlock, who was the oldest of the three, and like a mother figure to Thera. Zane was an exo hunter, and was more like an older brother. Unfortunately, both died fifteen years ago.

Who are they mentoring(if they are. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!): Thera is like a mentor to Angelica, or Ann, a young hunter who arrived at the Tower months ago.

What ship do they have: After Cayde’s death, Thera got the Queen of Hearts.

What is their Sparrow:

Favorite Ghost shell: She really likes the Tangled Lights shell.

Favorite shader: Dust mine was the one she used the most when she was still young, but now she switches between a bunch of them, as long as it has purples or blues.

Favorite color: Purple

Favorite food: Thera secretly likes anything with cheese.

Favorite piece of Pre-Collapse tech(if they've seen any): Zane-2 had a vinyl player that she now owns.

Favorite Pre-Collapse music(if they've heard any): Classic rock.

Favorite place in The Last City(if it's a place you created, give a little description!): Thera doesn’t go to down to the City often. Mostly she chooses to go adventuring instead. But when she does, she goes down to where the children play, usually with Ann and/or Shaxx. They like to play games with her, or hear some of her stories.

Favorite NPC(s): Ikora Rey, Amanda, Crow

Favorite patrol location: Anywhere in the EDZ

5 things your Guardian likes(can be anything): Pizza, MARVEL movies, any kind of oldies music, fiction books (usually fantasy), and pretty earrings (dangle ones, though she doesn’t get the chance to wear them all the time).

Least favorite food: Spinach, or like, most vegetables

Least favorite patrol location: Anywhere on the Moon

Least favorite NPC(s): Spider

5 things your Guardian dislikes(this can be anything): Our modern day pop music (or at least, she thinks she hates all of it), the Hive (especially ogres), romance movies, romance books, and getting her picture taken.

Your Guardian has to rest. What is their living space like: Because she’s the hero of the Red War, once they got the City back, she got a bigger room in the Tower. It’s a single large room with a decent sized bed (not really a queen, but not really a twin either). There’s two desks (one in the front of the room, and one in the back), a big bookshelf, and a kitchette on the West wall with a small round table that can fit two people. She also has a comfy sitting chair that sits by the bookshelf for reading and writing. There’s also a bathroom with a bath/shower, unlike other bathrooms which only have a small bathroom with only a shower. And there is a closet.

Does your Guardian have any casual wear?(Y'all remember Polyvore? The website URSTYLE works very similar if that helps!): Thera has a bunch of casual clothes that she has tucked away into her small closet. A few formal wear, which are dresses (usually purple or black), casual wear which consists of dark pants and either a t-shirt or blouse (which is usually worn with a leather jacket of some kind), and lots of boots. And some clothes for when she’s going to be doing a lot of fitness based things, which are shorts and a tanktop with tennis shoes.

What hobbies and/or skills does you Guardian have: Thera likes to cook and bake in her free time.

What would your Guardian's lore book be called: Secrets of the Wolf

Where was your Guardian reborn?(If you created the location, give us a little description!): She was reborn in the Cosmodrome where the game starts off.

What were they wearing when they were reborn: An old t-shirt which had a design on it but it was severely faded, black jeans, and tennis shoes that were very dirty.

What was their reaction to being reborn: Basically something like, “I haven’t a clue what’s going on here-”

What was their reaction to their first rez: “Is the tiny headache normal? And the queasiness? Do you ever get used to that?

After being reborn, did they meet friendlies first or hostiles: Hostiles. Lots of Fallen.

Who was the first other Guardian they met?(Same thing! If you made them, give a little description!): She met Cayde first of course, along with the other Vanguard, but besides them, she met Zane-2 first.

Did your Guardian get reborn with, or find, any indication of their past life? If so what do they have/found: All Thera remembers is her name.

Going back to your Guardian's lore book, what would be some some quotes or passages from their book: Probably a passage talking about her past before she became known as a hero, back when Sora and Zane were both alive. Her thoughts on certain rules the Vanguard have made about diving into their pasts, and things like that. Another passage talking about her depression and trauma that she went through.

Does your Guardian have a significant other: Crow, though it is to remain a secret as of now. Only Ann and Osiris know about it.

Did your Guardian go explore first before going to The Last City? If so, where to: No, she headed straight to the City.

What was their reaction to first seeing The Last City: She was amazed. Amazed at all the Guardians, and at the Traveler, and the city itself, and more.

Is your Guardian a part of a clan: Nope.

If your Guardian would have a quote as a flavor text for a weapon and/or piece of armor, what would they be: “Shoot aliens, and look good doing it!” Probably on a fancy looking gun.

If your Guardian has had any interactions with any civilians (The Last City/The Farm), Eliksni, Cabal, Vex, Hive, Taken, Scorn, Rouge Lightbearers, or Iron Lords/War Lords(if your Guardian is an Old Light) tell us about it!: Thera has a few friends down in the City. Not exactly friends, since they don’t really hang out, but people she goes to when she needs help and they know they can go to her. For example, she has one friend who owns a restaurant in the City, and at Dawning time, she uses the kitchen there to make snacks for everyone that’s important in her life. There’s also a woman who owns a sort of thrift store and Thera goes to shop there all the time, so they both know each other and will talk from time to time.

How does your Guardian feel about themselves or others using Stasis: She believes it won’t hurt anyone if they use it every now and then, but that Guardians shouldn’t use it all the time. Switch back to the Light a majority of the time.

Where did they go and what did they do during The Red War: Thera was the Hero of the Red War. The one to get the light back and fight against Ghaul.

Here are some characters that are either polarizing or have created a strong enough mass emotion within the community. What opinion does your Guardian hold on each of them(These are only a handful of characters!)>>>

Osiris, First Warlock Vanguard, originally exiled: She thinks of him very wise and listens to every word he says. She knows that she can talk to him.

Eris Morn, Bane of the Swarm: Thera and her both relate to each other because of the trauma they’ve been through, so they both know that if they want, they can open up to each other and the other will understand.

Cayde-6, Sixth Hunter Vanguard: After the death of Sora and Zane-2, Cayde was like the only really close friend she had left. Cayde would always make sure she was alright. If she got enough sleep, if she ate that day, ect.

Ikora Rey, Second Warlock Vanguard: Ikora is another older sister figure. She usually confides to Ikora here and there about her ideas on events.

Commander Zavala, Second Titan Vanguard: Though the two don’t always see eye-to-eye, Thera respects him, and understands that he has a lot of worries on his shoulders, especially right now.

Saint-14, legendary Titan, First Titan Vanguard: Thera finds him a good person to hang out with. She’s fed the pigeons with him once or twice to relax.

Lord Saladin, Iron Banner handler, One of the last remaining Iron Lords: Thera trusts him, but doesn’t always agree with what he believes.

Lord Shaxx, Crucible handler, Hero of Twilight Gap, living megaphone: She likes hanging out with him. He always knows how to get her into a good mood if he knows she’s upset or angry.

The Crow, New Light, Ex-Enforcer to The Spider: She feels sorry about the things he’s gone through when working for Spider. Now, he is secretly her boyfriend, though only few know it. Thera enjoys every second she gets to spend with him.

The Spider, The Shore's Only Law, founder of "House" Spider: Son of a-

Uldren Sov, Prince of the Reef, Master of Crows: She is a firm believer that Guardians are far different than who they were before, so she doesn’t think of Crow as Uldren. She didn’t like Uldren much at all.

Mara Sov, Queen of the Reef, Queen of the Awoken, Ex-Kell of Wolves: She was a bit of a b***h, in Thera’s opinion.

Variks, the Loyal, founder of House Judgement: She understands that he did not mean for Cayde to die, and has forgiven him.

And finally, does your Guardian have any advice for any New Lights: “Listen, for you hunters, fight well, and look good doing it. Warlocks, get ahold of any book you can get ahold of. I had a friend who believed that with enough studying, you may come across something that could help the Last City greatly. And for the Titans, stay strong and listen to the Warlocks. They know what they’re doing, but almost never listen to hunters. We’ll usually lead you into trouble.”

#destiny 2 #destiny #destiny guardians #destiny game #young wolf oc #destiny young wolf #young wolf

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apolloaiden · 3 years

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Guardians name: 2

Age: 4 years post rez

Race: Exo

Call signs/alias: The Guardian, The Second Young Wolf, The Hero

Pronouns: She/Her

Class: Warlock

Preferred subclass(es): Void and Stasis

Ghost's name: Ghost (yes, very original)

Their Vanguard: She tolerates all "Vanguard" personnel.

Fireteam teammates: Miriam-46 and Leo (friends ocs)

Favorite legendary weapon: Deafening Whisper

Favorite exotic weapon: Ace of Spades

Favorite exotic armor: Transversive Steps

Favorite ornament armor set: Steeplechase set

Favorite weapon ornament: On Ashen Wings

What stats do they focus on: Discipline and Strength.

Are they offense, defence, or support: Offensive and supportive.

Do they prefer being close, mid, or long range: Close to mid range.

Do they lean more "Element of Surprise" or "Upfront and Aggressive": She has more of an element of surprise, but can be aggressive.

Strikes, Gambit, or Crucible: Mainly Crucible, she doesn't like strikes and kinda forgets about Gambit.

Who was their mentor(if they had one. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!): Ikora is a mentor to her for Warlock things, Cayde was a mentor to her for Exo things.

Who are they mentoring(if they are. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!): She is now the mentor and figurative mother to Crow. She loves him with all her heart.

What ship do they have: She mainly uses the unsecured/OUTCRY ship with a Precursor Vex Chrome shader.

What is their Sparrow: She uses the Calypso.

Favorite Ghost shell: She's tied between the Rimed Shell and the Phalanx Shell.

Favorite shader: None, there's too many to decide!

Favorite color: Blue and red.

Favorite food: Pastries

Favorite piece of Pre-Collapse tech(if they've seen any): She's really interested in the Exominds, partly by being one and wanting to know how she works.

Favorite Pre-Collapse music(if they've heard any): She likes metal and lo-fi.

Favorite place in The Last City(if it's a place you created, give a little description!): The gardens in the Last City, she likes to walk around them with Ghost. She also likes to be directly beneath the Traveler.

Favorite NPC(s): Crow, Ikora, Elsie, and Osiris.

Favorite patrol location: She loves Europa and Nessus, they're both so pretty.

5 things your Guardian likes(can be anything): Her Ghost, her friends, baking, fighting, and the feeling of both the Light and Darkness.

Least favorite food: Anything too salty.

Least favorite shader: Anything green, she has too many green shaders.

Least favorite patrol location: She doesn't hate them, but the Tangled Shore and Dreaming City make her uneasy.

Least favorite Pre-Collapse tech(if they've seen any): Old electrical devices, they emit a loud ringing sound to her and it gives her a horrible headache.

Least favorite NPC(s): The Spider, Lord Saladin

Least favorite weapon ornament: Feeling Lucky

Least favorite ornament armor set: The Legatus set... e w..

Least favorite legendary weapon: Most Pulse Rifles.

Least favorite exotic weapon: Tractor Cannon

Least favorite exotic armor: Promethiumn Spurs. They're ugly and the perk isn't even that good.

5 things your Guardian dislikes(this can be anything): She dislikes Saladins beliefs (she kills because she has to, not to just kill), Guardians that get corrupted by the Darkness, the fact that you can only have one exotic at a time, keeping secrets, and Clovis Bray.

Your Guardian has to rest. What is their living space like: Her dorm is pretty clean, but she doesn't make a lot of messes either way. She has lots of little artifacts and trinkets.

Does your Guardian have any casual wear?(Y'all remember Polyvore? The website URSTYLE works very similar if that helps!): She likes flowy robes, skirts, and turtle necks.

What hobbies and/or skills does your Guardian have: She loves to cook, and loves cooking for others.

What would your Guardian's lore book be called: Probably something like "The Guardian with no Name".

Where was your Guardian reborn?(If you created the location, give us a little description!): She was rezzed in the Cosmodrome (I like to stay pretty lore based), and was there for a couple months before fixing up a ship.

What were they wearing when they were reborn: She was wearing almost threadbare clothes, just a sweater, pants, and shoes. Ghost helped her find better Warlock armor.

What was their reaction to being reborn: She was surprisingly calm, despite not being able to remember anything, like her name.

What was their reaction to their first rez: She didn't like the feeling. It made her feel cold, but the feeling eventually subsided more as she died again and again.

After being reborn, did they meet friendlies first or hostiles: Hostiles, lots of Eliksni where she was rezzed.

Who was the first other Guardian they met?(Same thing! If you made them, give a little description!): The first Guardians she really met met was Sloane and Zavala on Titan, during the Red War.

Did your Guardian get reborn with, or find, any indication of their past life? If so what do they have/found: 2 was rezzed with no memories, which was unheard of for an Exo. She only knew her reboot number, 2, by two lines carved into her collar bone. She then found evidence on Europa of her memory bank being deleted by Clovis Bray for witnessing an inhumane experiment.

How did your Guardian get their name(if they didn't rez with past life momentos): She took on her reboot number when her Ghost found it, he said it fit her. "The Second Young Wolf" was given to her by the Young Wolf themself. They had lost their Ghost and were bleeding out in the Last City during the Red War. Upon seeing 2 come to their aid, they said they had a vision of her, and dubbed her the second. Ghost used footage of this to tell the Vanguard after the Red War.

Going back to your Guardian's lore book, what would be some some quotes or passages from their book: "This Guardian thought she was cursed. Everywhere she went, something bad happened. Arrived at the Last City, Cabal attacked. Went to the Prison of Elders, Cayde was killed. Went to the Dreaming City, a curse consumed it."

Does your Guardian have a significant other: It may sound weird, but she and her Ghost are together! She sees herself more as a machine than a human mind now, like Ghosts do. While she's still a "human" in an Exo body, she's never known anything else in her life.

Did your Guardian go explore first before going to The Last City? If so, where to: She and her Ghost were stranded in the Cosmodrome for about 2 months before they found enough parts to fix a ship. They explored the ruins, and kept to themselves.

What was their reaction to first seeing The Last City: She was devastated at seeing the Cabal overtake this place she had heard was beautiful. She just saw fire and large Cabal ships.

Is your Guardian a part of a clan: Not really, no. She likes to join others in fireteams but never stays long. However she usually runs with Miriam and Leo.

If your Guardian would have a quote as a flavor text for a weapon and/or piece of armor, what would they be: "The Darkness, combined with the Light, is a force to be reckoned with." -2, Exo Warlock.

Does your Guardian have any unconventional allies or connections(By Vanguard standards): She's pretty close to Drifter, and even pledged her allegiance to him instead of the Vanguard. He's a useful ally. She also knows some Eliksni thanks to Miriam-46 and her work with The Spider.

How does your Guardian feel about themselves or others using Stasis: She feels like it's right, that it's ok to use if you dont abuse it. The fact that she wields both the Dark and the Light, sometimes at the same time, shows that it can happen and that others can do it.

Is your Guardian from D1? How did they react to seeing Taniks alive once again: She is not.

Where did they go and what did they do during The Red War: She tried to find the Vanguard, and tried to help as many people as she could after she got her Light back from the Shard.

Osiris, First Warlock Vanguard, originally exiled: Gay Grandpa. She respects him quite a lot, and talks to him about anything when she goes to see him, especially after Sagira sacrificed herself.

Eris Morn, Bane of the Swarm: She holds high respect for her. She feels horrible about what happened to her, but she's glad Eris has been able to talk to others. If anything, she fears her a little too.

Cayde-6, Sixth Hunter Vanguard: One of her only Exo friends who knew a little bit about the exo's past. She used to tell him everything, her patrols, her stories, Ghost would even show him recordings of them. She misses him.

Ikora Rey, Second Warlock Vanguard: 2 calls her the "Collective Mother", because she's always been open to New Lights. 2 turns to her for anything, and she knows Ikora has her back through anything. At least, she hopes she does.

Commander Zavala, Second Titan Vanguard: She held high respect for him during the Red War. When Cayde died, she lost that respect for him when he disapproved on her acts. That trust and respect has slowly been building again since.

Saint-14, legendary Titan, First Titan Vanguard: Again, Gay Grandpa. She loves to just be around Saint, and feed the birds with him. They don't talk too much, just appreciating the hangar.

Lord Saladin, Iron Banner handler, One of the last remaining Iron Lords: She's never really liked him, even if he's the reason behind her namesake. He's been too bloody for her, and she doesn't like Iron Banner.

Lord Shaxx, Crucible handler, Hero of Twilight Gap, living megaphone: Whenever she needs a pick me up, she goes to Shaxx. She loves his personality and loves the Crucible.

The Crow, New Light, Ex-Enforcer to The Spider: After what happened with Uldren, 2's been living in guilt. She feels like the Traveler gave both her and Uldren/Crow another chance, so she's doing everything in her power to better Crow and herself. She kinda took on a maternal role for him, making sure he has the best gear he can and that no stray Guardian will hurt him.

The Spider, The Shore's Only Law, founder of "House" Spider: Ohoho where do I start. She's always hated Spider for how he treated Ghosts and NEVER took her own out around him. How he was treating Crow was the last straw for her and his partnership. She's still friends, however, with another Guardian Spider has employed, Miriam-46.

Uldren Sov, Prince of the Reef, Master of Crows: She wasn't ever too fond of Uldren when she heard the stories about him. She was so angry when he killed Cayde, that it clouded her judgement. Uldren needed help, and in the end, he was right about Mara being alive.

Mara Sov, Queen of the Reef, Queen of the Awoken, Ex-Kell of Wolves: 2 has never liked her. She finds her snobby and just plain rude. She doesn't like how Mara talks down to others and thinks she's better than others.

Variks, the Loyal, founder of House Judgement: At first, 2 blamed Variks for the Prison of Elders, but after getting to know him and his cause, she warmed up to him.

Mithrax, the Forsaken, Kell of Light, founder of House Light: She's only met him a couple of times, but respects him none the less. She hopes they can get more Eliksni to join the House of Light.

The Exo Stranger/Elizabeth "Elsie" Bray, Granddaughter of Clovis I and Sister to Ana Bray: 2's very thankful that Elsie's taking the time to show people the Darkness, and really appreciates her. While this Elsie isn't our timelines Elsie, she knew about 2's memory bank, and tipped her off to it.

Eramis, of House Salvation, Kell of Darkness: 2 wonders that, if she didn't have the support of Ghost and Elsie, would she have turned out like Eramis? Seeing the Darkness seduce someone like that was unnerving, and she wants to do everything in her power to correct it.

Empress Caiatl of the Cabal Imperial Empire: 2 thinks the Cabal should just surrender. They're running their troops thin in the hopes that the Guardians will cave, and they most likely won't. Sometimes, 2 doesn't want to fight anymore. She respects Caiatl as a warrior, and nothing else.

Taniks the Scarred, the Perfected, the Abomination, the Shadow Thief: HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE, she's just, yeah she doesn't like him.

The Darkness is fast approaching. How is your Guardian handling it: She may not show it, but she's kinda scared. She knows that she and Ghost are destined to die one day, and she's dreading the day she gets the sword. She hopes that her decisions will change that fate.

And finally, does your Guardian have any advice for any New Lights: Don't get too close to an enemy when you shoot a rocket at it, and don't let your emotions get the best of you. Go at your own pace, we don't need you New Lights getting hurt or doing something dumb.

#destiny the game #destiny 2 #destiny oc #exo guardian #destiny questions #i got really bored #hope anyone that sees this enjoys???

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confusedtranswolf · 3 years

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Basic information Name: Phoenix Takami Other know names: Hell Hound Species: human. Avian. Canine Gender: trans male Age: current 14 Birth date: September 17 Zodiac: Virgo Sexuality: gay Abilities: (I still don’t have a name for his quirk) like Hawks he has wings and can control his feathers, he has the same blue flames as Dabi but when he focuses enough on them they can turn into white flames, like his third parent(biological mother) he has wolf like features and can transform into a few different wolf forms. He is the successor of One For All. Occupation: student at UA Goal: to become a hero and prove most of the people of his past wrong Status: alive Bio: he was constantly bullied when he was younger, when he was 6 the other kids had gone too far and worked together to break his wing. He went through a year of recovery in total of healing and physical therapy. He had snapped after that and started fighting back anytime that people tried to bully him, after some time this caused him to become addicted to fighting. He has DID and the main indicator is that his eyes change color depending on the personality side that take control of him, this is caused by the fact that he has 3 biological parent instead of two and that caused him to have 54 chromosomes instead of 46 which caused a genetic mutation. Phoenix met Kat, Shimi, and Raiden in his first year of middle school. He and Kat had fought a lot when they first met. Phoenix had become the successor of OFA when he was 11 and Deku had trained him to be able to withstand the back lash of it. He had the top score in the entrance exam and he had gotten in to class 1A. Relationships

Family: dads-Toya Todoroki(Dabi) & Keigo Takami(Hawks). Sisters- Sora Takami & Kiada Takami. Brothers- Hayate Todoroki & Homura Todoroki. Uncles- Natsuo Todoroki & Shoto Todoroki. Aunt- Fuyumi Todoroki. Cousin- Kimi Midoria

Friends: Raiden Hitoshi, Kat Kirishima, & Shimi Bakugou Romantic interests: Raiden Enemies: current Himself

Appearance Hair color: red Eye color: gold Skin tone: pale Clothing: baggy tees, jeans, tennis shoes Accessories: choker with moon charm Distinguishing features (Scars, birthmarks, etc): scars- one on his left shoulder, right leg, base of left wing, face(covered by concealer), and on his wrists Extra features (Wings, tails, etc): red feathered wings, wolf ears and tail, and sliced pupils

Personality Personality: has “slight” anger issues, could give less fucks about what people say about how he looks(aka fake confidence), is really kind towards children, sometimes spews crackhead energy, smartass with dumbass energy, will try to kill someone if they insult his friends/family Attitude towards others: “*opens empty bag* oh just look at all the fucks I give”

Likes: fighting, playing guitar, rock and metal music(even a little bit of cheesy pop her and there), chocolate, chicken, the ocean, the woods and flying.

dislikes: homophobes, transphobes, when people say he’s a villain just like his dad, bugs, spiders, people petting him/ touching his hair, wolf ears, and tail without permission, and himself.

btw this is just the pride parade drawing I did of him

#hawks x dabi #mha #bnha #bnha second gen

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satinwulf · 4 years

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✦ ▓ AND WHO GOES THERE? oh, it’s just [ SANSA STARK ]. some say [ HER ] resemblance to [ AHN HEEYEON ] is almost uncanny, but the [ TWENTY-SIX ] year old has been in the capital for [ TWENTY-SIX YEARS ]. many suspect that they are the notorious [ ASSOCIATE ] of the [ STARK ] family: perhaps that has made them [ RESERVED ] && [ CIRCUMSPECT ] of late, when they used to be so [ WHIMSICAL ] && [ SANGUINE ]. during the daylight hours, [ SANSA ] can be found working as a [ FASHION DESIGNER & BOUTIQUE OWNER ], but when night falls over king’s landing, they are best remembered listening to [ THE ARCHER BY TAYLOR SWIFT ]. may the gods be with them in these dark streets. ( mowgli. twenty-four. cst. she/hers. )

STATISTICS.

full name: sansa elethea stark.

moniker / nickname: princess, sans.

gender && pronouns: cisfemale, she / hers.

dob && age: december 23, 1994. 26.

zodiac sign: capricorn.

ethnicity: korean.

sexual orientation: bisexual.

romantic orientation: biromantic.

mafia affiliation: associate to the stark family via familial ties - sansa does NOT partake in anything further than simply being known as a stark.

occupational history: former socialite turned fashion designer. current owner of the satin wolf, an upscale boutique featuring her designs.

financial status: sansa comes from wealth, but has also amassed her own funds through her business - albeit, it is easy to do so when you don’t have to pay rent.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: ahn heeyeon, ‘hani’.

height: five feet, eight inches.

physical build: tall and slim; sansa is not very toned nor muscled, her body is very much so smooth lines and long limbs.

eye colour and shape: brown, almond.

hair colour and style: currently strawberry blonde, formerly many different colors, as sansa expressed herself through having it dyed previously. it is often worn straight and down when she isn’t working, and pulled into a messy bun when she is!

usual expression: stoic.

accent and speech style: sansa has a very soft voice, very saccharine and sweet by its very nature. she has no blatant accent, and speaks often in run on sentences.

distinguishing marks / characteristics: any scars, tattoos, piercings.

clothing style: very street chic but also dependent on the occasion - she dresses for the life she wants to have and live.

jewellery and accessories: earrings, necklaces, hats, scarves - any and everything is on the table when it comes to accessorizing the perfect outfit. sansa never considers herself fully dressed without her apple watch, earrings, and a silver wolf’s head locket necklace.

FAMILY:

father: eddard stark.

mother: catelyn stark, nee tully.

siblings, if any: robb, arya, bran, rickon.

extended relations: hoster & minisa tully, edmure tully, brandon stark, lyanna stark, benjen stark.

significant other(s): none, currently. formerly a fiance.

children: none.

household pet(s): a female merle great dane named boleyn, “bo” for short.

FAVOURITES.

colour: blue.

weather: a sunny, but cool fall day.

food item: red velvet cupcakes.

beverage: peach lemonade.

time of day: mid - evening.

television genre: drama.

PERSONALITY.

hobbies: painting, baking, reading - and occasionally writing.

pet peeves: sansa loathes loud chewers, people who refuse to put effort into their outward appearance, and people who think ketchup and ranch go on everything - or anything at all.

phobias: spiders, rats, snakes.

allergies: penicillin.

mbti type: enfj, the protagonist.

enneagram type: 4w3, the enthusiast.

positive traits: whimsical, sanguine, clever.

negative traits: reserved, circumspect, fretful.

morning routine: up by seven, morning walk with her dog, shower, breakfast, begin work by nine, sharp.

beauty routine: multi - stepped, always beginning with primers and concealers. sansa is a bit of a makeup enthusiast; even if she’s just at home working, she prefers to have some level of it on, as she feels it’s yet another creative and artistic outlet . . . even if it is just for herself.

sleeping habits: sansa has always been a heavy, deep sleeper, even as a child. she can fall asleep in the blink of an eye, and be out for hours without even a hint of discomfort. she used to be the person who was up all night, and tended to sleep all day - now she’s asleep by 8:30pm most nights and up by 7:00am.

living space && home: a high rise loft apartment, kept impeccably clean and decorated in a modern contemporary style, with many hues of gray and light pastels.

all the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put me together again, ‘cause all of my enemies started out friends.

sansa attended king’s way college and graduated with a bachelor’s degree of fine arts, having majored in fashion design. her graduation present was the satin wolf, a boutique of her own to showcase her designs. it is located in neutral territory, and operated by staff hand selected by sansa herself.

the death of hoster tully was a sad affair for her, and yet, sansa’s grief was also met with a sense of relief. that with her grandfather no longer pulling strings, the pressure of being brought into a life she did not want might wain.

it is her intent to never become involved further than she is currently with any of the syndicates, even her own family’s.

dancing under lights since she was seventeen. her brain’s flooded with ketamine, high from every party, low from self - esteem; it’s selfish but she never sleep. honestly, she needs a little sympathy.

the socialite daughter, beautiful and charming, always interested in the next party - the next event. sansa had a penchant for attention, late nights spent out drinking and dancing even when she less than legal; it made her feel happy, feel free. it was a way to forget that things could be dark and grim - to forget that her parents, her siblings, nearly everyone she knew was involved in a lifestyle that made her stomach curl. so she danced and partied, smiled wide for pictures, found a boyfriend that enjoyed the same things she did - one who wasn’t interested in what her family’s name could do for him . . . or so she thought. when he asked her to marry him, she cried tears of joy, and things were perfect. just like they always were for sansa.

until one night a few months ago, when she and her fiance were leaving a club - drunk and stumbling, clinging to his arm with practiced ease . . . when two rough hands that weren’t his pulled her away. into a darkened alley, where accomplices met and held her at knife-point. they wanted to know about her father. her uncles. her mother, aunts, grandfather. stark plans, stark anything - gravely voices that wondered how many pretty pennies they could get if they just took her off the streets now. held her until they paid, and maybe they’d just kill her anyways. the rough brick of the building at her back digs into unmarred skin, leaving it scratched and red - prick of a blade just centimetres away from the flesh of her neck, threatening to cut it open and leave her bloody.

she can’t figure out where he is, the man who’s supposed to love her - seemingly vanished into thin air the minute things had turned sour. sansa is convinced of the worst, mascara tears trailing down her cheeks, because this must be it. the end of it all.

reprieve is the sight of one man, then two, crumpling to the ground. a familiar face appearing in the dimly lit alley as the knife at her throat clatters to the ground and her freedom is given. alive but shaken, sansa hasn’t been the same since.

i used to be a darling starlet like a centerpiece. had the whole world wrapped around my ring. i flew too closely to the sun that’s setting in the east, and now i’m melting from my wings.

returning to a normal life post incident - post trauma - has been easier said than done. now reclusive in nature, stowing herself away for days in her high rise loft apartment, sightings of the eldest stark daughter are said to be few and far between. she no longer frequents her own boutique, working instead from home and through various intermediates to ensure everything is well controlled; sansa only appears when it’s absolutely necessary, when business requires a gentle, steady hand and cannot be managed from afar.

custom designs are still available, but often very hard to come by. sansa is incredibly selective with who she’ll meet in person with, and thus, only those who can guarantee her trust have been able to get them.

sansa does, however, outfit most of the stark syndicate in gear that is both fashionable and functional. including safety measures & fabric a little more durable than most. this is generally the extent of what she’s willing to do for the syndicate, the idea of being involved in violence is absolutely terrifying to her, especially after everything she went through without even being more than a child of known members.

she still is unaware of her ex-fiance’s involvement in the attempted abduction - if he was working along with the men, or if he was just cowardly enough, uncaring enough to have let her be pulled from his arms. she hasn’t spoken to him much, outside of ending their relationship as a whole, the truth isn’t worth the extra pain it may cause, or so she’s convinced herself for now.

wanted connections !! i may send some of these into the main after a bit if they aren’t filled just because i’m #needy.

judas . . . this would be sansa’s ex - fiance! i did write it off a tweaked and modernized version of her relationship with joffrey but it definitely doesn’t have to be him. their relationship was seemingly picture perfect - and likely too good to be true. they were frequent party and club attendees together, and truly, was based off of the fact that being together was akin to the high that came with endless drinks and fun. ideally, he would have just been using sansa to hopefully siphon information or even to gain an in to the stark family - the possibilities are endless and i’m ?? here for them? sansa romanticized the fuck out of him and their relationship, ignoring any and all warning signs until things went bad the night of the after club incident. essentially she’s ghosted him, aside from mailing back his ring and a letter telling him it was, in very few words, over. the finer details are very much so up for discussion and interpretation so y’know, run wild.

white horse . . . whomever saved sansa from the alley - no gender requirements because we love equal opportunity ass kickers in this house. they had at the very least an acquaintanceship with sansa in the past and after their act of heroism, sansa’s sort of attached herself to them in a very idealized way? not necessarily romantically but very clingy, she doesn’t want to be a burden but also it’s very hard for her to not instinctively shift into thinking of them as her protector and she just needs and wants to feel safe . . . all of the time. taken by dacey mormont.

pink pony club . . . sansa’s #squad. their relationship(s) may be slightly strained from sansa shifting into recluse mode, but ultimately they would be the people she spent the most time with previously. dancing, studying, coffee dates, all of the close friend things. bonus points for friendships from childhood to now, because we all need the montage of childhood sleepovers to sansa showing up at their house at 6:00 in the morning because she can’t sleep and she brought coffee, also do they have time to talk about how she can’t stop shaking and she just needs a hug.

also if you’ve made it this far, ‘sup i’m mowgli and i told myself i wasn’t allowed to join the discord until i finished my intro because i have the attention span of a goldfish and it still took me all day ?? anyways, i’m gonna be sneaking myself on in there soon but y’all can feel free to also just add me @ mohglee#0602 ty ty <3

#vixere:intro #vixere:task #c : / / biography .#c : / / completed task .

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Safe and Sound (Robert Downey Jr. x Daughter!Reader)

Chapter 3

Masterlist

Previously on Safe and Sound...

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping, sex trafficking, and homecide

Word Count: 1,114

Robert sat on his couch, flipping through the channels on the T.V. from the distance he could hear his wife, Susan, reading their children a bedtime story, he can’t help but smile to himself. He loved hearing her speak to them in a low and calm voice, reading the story through a narrators point of view, her voice would change tones with every action throughout the book.

With everything Robert has been through, he’s content with the point he has reached in life.

“It’s been almost fourteen years since the disappearence of Y/N Downey,” the news reporter announced, causing Roberts attention to draw back to the T.V. his jaws clenched, why would they be reporting her disappearence? “It all started almost fourteen years ago on December 28th, 2001, actor Robert Downey Jr. woke up to the alarm going off and his little girl gone from her bed.”

Robert let out a heavy sigh, recalling the events from that night:

“Now can you guys give me in detail what happened? Don’t leave anything out,” Robert and Deborah stood in front of the detective, Robert placed a protective arm around his wife as she held their son who was drifting off to sleep once more.

“I woke up to the alarm going off,” Robert began to say, “Indio,” he gestured to his son that was in his mothers arms, “ran out of his room and I told him to go to the master bedroom with Deborah, I went to my daughters room,” Robert paused, letting out a shaky breath as he kept replaying the moment he couldn’t find you in your room, where you were supposed to be.

“It’s okay, take your time,” the detective said calmly.

Robert looked over at his wife, watching as Deborah wiped away a tear from her cheek, “I noticed she wasn’t on her bed,” His voice shook with every word, he was trying his best to keep it all together, “so, I checked under the bed, that’s where she usually goes when she’s scared, but she wasn’t there. Then, I checked the closet and she wasn’t there either,” Robert wiped away his tears, “that’s when Deborah came in, I noticed the window open and-”

“And I frantically searched the whole house,” Deborah explained, “I thought she must have been somewhere inside, I mean… it’s the second floor, christ sake,” Deborah let out a silent sob as she held her son tighter.

The detective wrote down everything they were saying, “I’m so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Downey, but we will find out what happened to your daughter,” he informed them, “but I’ve seen this happen before and the results are never pretty. I just want you guys to know from now until the end of this investigation, you both need to prepare for the worst.”

Robert felt dumbfounded by the detective's words, ‘prepare for the worst?’ whatever could he mean? Robert felt like he had an idea but he didn’t want his mind wandering to those thoughts, the thoughts that his daughter could be dead by now. Somewhere cold and alone in the woods or an empty lot. “Prepare for the worst?” Robert questioned.

“In most cases, a lot of children are taken from their homes from sex traffickers, we don’t know why they chose certain victims but we believe it has to do with their M.O. and there is also the case that we could be looking at a potential homicide…” The detective said nonchalantly. Robert was in disbelief, why would he be saying these things to a heartbroken parent?

An officer ran up to them, “The alarm system was hacked,” the officer said.

“What?” Deborah asked in disbelief, “hacked? How?”

“It looks like whoever kidnapped your daughter hacked into the alarm system, so there would be delay time.”

The detective sighed, “crap,” he muttered.

“What?” Robert asked.

“I’ve seen this before, a case my partner worked on a while back,” he said softly, he looked over at the officer, “I’m gonna need you guys to scan the house a second time, make sure you didn’t miss anything!”

“Hey,” Susan said softly as she walked into the living room, Robert quickly muted the T.V. the reporter still speaking about the disappearance but Robert wasn’t even paying attention, his mind was somewhere else. Susan noticed the headline of the news, she sighed and walked over to her husband, “you okay, babe?”

Robert gave her a soft nod, drawing his attention to the subtitles, “you know,” he began to say, “there’s still a part of me that believes she’s still alive.”

Susan sat next to her husband, her hand gently combing his hair in a comforting way, “I know,” she whispered.

Robert shook his head, a tear falling down his cheek onto his lap, “another part of me is scared to think that she is… what if she’s in pain? What if she’s…” Robert let out a heavy sigh. He wondered about these things often, if you were alive, if you were okay or if you were trying to escape your current situation.

Susan shook her head, “we’ve talked about this,” she whispered, “we might not ever know what happened to y/n, but all you can do is remember the happy times you’ve had with her.”

Robert looked over to his wife, she gently wiped away the tears that were on his cheeks, “she would’ve loved you,” he said softly. Susan wished she knew what to say, but all she could do was comfort her husband in his time of need. This wound was still fresh for Robert when they met and she knew that. She was determined to be there for him and now they had kids of their own and Robert is the most amazing dad ever. Sometimes he was hard on himself but Susan was always there to put him back on track.

“I know,” she smiled, “let’s get some sleep, yeah?” Robert gave her a nod, they both got up off the couch and walked down the hallway. Robert stopped at his son Exton’s room, quickly peaking in to make sure he was okay, but Susan knew he was making sure he was still in his bed. She knew that he wakes up in the middle of the night just to make sure their children are still in their beds. Afraid to point it out, not wanting Robert to feel even worse.

Robert walked over to their daughter's room, smiling softly as she sleeps soundly in her crib. He sighs softly, he still has hope. Hope that he will find his daughter, y/n, and hope that she will/is okay.

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Superhero Day

Pairing : Sam x Reader. Max (OC child), various other OC's.

Word count : 1,958

Written for : @spnaubingo

Square : Superpowers.

Warnings : Hospitalized children (Though the ones in this fic are well enough to be outside for a bit.)

A/N : Used that gif, cuz it’s the closest I’ve got to Sam chasing a child around rofl.

Sequel to The Superhero Program.

SPN AU BINGO Round 2 Masterlist.

You watched while a smile on your face as Max ran around with the other kids who were well enough to be outside. It was superhero day, and that meant Sam had shown up with costumes for about 30 kids. Every single one of them was different. Different colours, different patterns, different special abilities. Each one tailored just right for the child it was gifted to.

Max’s costume was mostly brown and green ‘for camouflage’ Max had announced, but on his chest, right in the middle and a clue to his ability, was a gold tiger, his favourite animal, and the tiger stripes extended over the costume. It also came with gloves, that looked like paws, with stuffed claws, and a mask that covered just around his eyes.

There were six kids outside already, all of them running around in costumes. One girl in red, ran around throwing foam fireballs that Sam had made to go with her costume. Another boy, Nathan, who was right across the hall from Max on his last visit, had massive butterfly wings almost as big as he was, and he made them flap as he ran circles around everyone else.

A few more kids came out, and Sam followed, a smile on his face as we watched the happiness all around him. When he spotted you, his smile faded for a split second, before coming back and he headed your way. “Hey.” he said it as he dropped onto the bench next to you, letting the messenger bag he’d been carrying fall to the floor.

“Hey.”

“Does he like it?”

“He loves it. I’ve never seen him so happy.”

“Good.”

You both sat quietly for a few minutes, looking out over the kids, until you spotted a kid in a wheelchair, red and blue costume with bright yellow lightning bolts on the sleeve, and what looked like eight spider legs hanging out over his chair. “What are his powers?”

Sam looked out, following your gaze, and his smile widened. “He’s suppose to be like a cross between the flash, and spider man. He drew the costume out himself about a year ago, actually. His dad brought it in for me, wanted it to be a complete surprise. You should have seen his face when he opened the box.” You were watching Sam now, and not the kids. “But the idea is, Spider legs, because his don’t work since the accident, but also he has a web slinger that I built into the gloves. Silly string.” He winked at you. “And the Flash’s speed, because he doesn’t move as fast as he use to now that he’s in a wheelchair. So he has a catch phrase, and when he says it, all the other kids move in slow motion so he can be faster. Poor kid just really misses running.”

“You really left it all behind for the kids, didn’t you?” He turned to you. “I-I googled you.” You chuckled awkwardly.

He shrugged. “Didn’t really leave it. I still design. Castiel, you remember him?” You nodded. “He makes my prototypes for me so I can focus on this. This is more important. I still do some dresses or suits for award shows, and a runway show every other year, but this...” He looked out over the kids again with a smile. “This makes me happy. This is where my heart is.”

“You are far too good for this world.” He laughed at that. “I’m serious. Look at them! Look at how happy they all are. I’m kinda jealous.”

“Don’t be.” You look at him, and he pulled a long, thin box out of his bag. “Here.”

“What- what is this?” you gently took it from him.

“Open it.” He watched you pull the simple ribbon, letting it fall to the sides as you lifted the top off. “What do you think, Super mom?”

“You- You made me one?”

He nodded. “I’ve seen you reading to the kids doing chemo. I saw you accompany Noah to a test so he wouldn’t have to go alone when it got bumped up and his dad wouldn’t make it in time that morning. You take care of the other kids almost as much as you do yours. So you get to be Super Mom.” You lifted the costume out of the box, admiring the various shades of blue he’d put together so beautifully. “By the way, you’re a water bender.” You looked to him again, eyes brimming with tears. “And while I can’t make you magically able to heal people, I was able to swing these.” He reached into his bag once more and pulled out two water guns.

Without a word, you let the costume fall to your lap and wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.” his arms went around you, hugging you back.

You nodded against his shoulder. “Thank you.” you sniffled. You held him tight for a moment longer before letting him go and swiping at your eyes. Then you picked up the costume again to admire it once more. “It’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it. Really hoping it fits good. I’m pretty good at judging size, but I can make some quick adjustments if I’m a bit off.”

“It looks perfect.”

“Mom, you got one too?! Will you come play with us?”

You glanced at Sam who smiled. “Yeah, baby. I’ll go see if it fits.”

“Yes! My mom is coming to play too!” he high fived a few kids.

You chuckled at that and sighed. “You know, you should have made one for-” You glanced at Sam, and his button up shirt was now half undone. He held it open and you caught a glimpse of the costume he wore underneath.

“Thor’s hammer and powers, Batman's gadgets. I’m ready to go.”

You laughed with a shake of your head. “And Superman's ability to hide in plain sight.” You joked, making him smile. “Alright, I’ll go change.”

“Pretend I’m the bad guy, okay? And pretend that I’m going to burn the whole city down and you have to stop me!” The little firecracker in red was rounding up some kids. “Nathan, when I grab on to you, pretend you’re flying me around-”

“But I don’t want to be a bad guy. I’m half butterfly, butterflies aren’t bad guys!” he gave her a look of disgust.

“Okay, but you can just pretend that you're like a secret agent, and I don’t know yet.”

“I pretend to help you?”

“Yeah! And like, you can be trying to get me into a trap. So you can pick one person to help you, but no one else knows. Okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

You watched as the kids started to separate themselves into good guys and bad guys. The group of kids had grown to about 11 now. You were deemed a good guy, but Sam had been claimed by the villains, and he winked at you with a smile from across the way. You smiled back before your attention was grabbed by the kid dishing out the roles and then separating.

Before long, everyone was running around, foam fireballs and silly string flying, wings flapping, and kids screaming with laughter.

“I’m going to get you!”

“You can’t catch me! I’m too fast!”

“Oh yeah!? Speed. Is. Key!” The magic catchphrase that let everyone know they had to slow down. You couldn’t help but laugh at the over exaggerated slow motion movements everyone was doing. Like Max trying to run in his ‘wolf form’, and Sam who pretended to barely dodge past the force one of the children was trying to hit him with, and he fell. The wheel chair shot past you as quick as the kid could get it to move, and he yelled out “Vroom, Vroom, Mothertruckers!” Something that earned him a scolding from his mother on the sidelines.

You were counting in your head, but a few of the kids counted out loud. 20 seconds, and then the speed boost wore off. Kids started speeding up. Sam rolled, and jumped back to his feet, Max howled.

When Sam turned, you blasted him in the chest with your water gun and he looked down at the wet spot, then looked back up at you. “Seriously?”

You just smiled at him. “I got you. I think that means you’re out.”

“Oh no.” He shook his head. “Water does not affect a god such as myself!” he held his arms out, and the kids on his team cheered. “I am the god of thunder!”

“Demigod at best.”

“What?”

“You’re half Batman, remember. Batman is mortal.” You shot him again, this time getting him between the eyes, making him flinch. Now, all the kids had stopped playing and were watching.

“You’re going to regret that, puny mortal.”

“I don’t think so.”

Sam pointed his hammer at you, yelling “Lightning bolt!” as a yellow foam bullet from a Nerf gun shot out the top at you. It surprised you, having not seen the hole at the top of his hammer earlier, so you did your best to dodge the shot, but when you did, you felt a bat-a-rang hit you in the side. “Gotcha.”

“Oh, it’s on.”

The kids were cheering as you both ran at each other, making a big show of the showdown between the two of you. When the small water guns he’d given you ran empty, you tossed them. “Mom!” you bee-lined towards Max who had a super soaker on stand by.

“No fair!” Sam pointed at it.

“All’s fair in love and war.” you winked, and blasted him. You continued to soak him while he pelted you with various gadgets and foam bullets, and right before the two of you met in the middle, there was a crack of lightning as rain started to fall, prompting you both to look up.

The kids started screaming and running back to the hospital, nurses and parents helping kids get there as quickly as possible. Max was yelling about how this is what happens when a water bender and a god of thunder get together, all while helping push the boy in the wheelchair.

But you and Sam just stood there. “I think you pissed off Thor.” you teased.

“Yeah.. maybe I should have changed a few things..”

Your gaze lowered from the sky, to him. “Plus, you lost.”

“I didn’t lose!” he shot you a look.

“You’re soaked.”

“From the rain!”

“And I’m a waterbender. That’s my rain.”

“It’s mine! I caused the storm, I’m the god of-”

“Thunder. So when I get struck by lightning, then you can win.”

“You’re infuriating.” he teased with a half smile.

“Only when I’m right.”

“Mom! Come on!” Max was yelling from the hospital door.

Sam smiled at you, and you could see something behind it, something you tried to tell yourself wasn’t really there, that it was wishful thinking. “Come on, let's get in, get dried, and I’ll order pizza for everyone. You know, since we got rained out. Think they’d mind if we took over the cafeteria for our game?”

“Not if you go in and ask before you get dried.” your eyes ran down over his suit which was sticking to his skin with how soaked he was. When you looked up again, his smile had only widened.

“You like?” You gave him a shrug. “Well then. Remind me to invite you over for a swim one day.” he winked and started away, leaving you staring after him. Narrowing your eyes at him, you ran ahead, shooting him once more as you ran past. “Hey!” Your laughter was drowned out by the thunder as Sam gave chase..

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The Bookworms and the Library Chapter 7 First Date

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James and Belle go on their first date

On Thursday night he was invited to the Charming’s new home, along with Regina, Robin, and all of the kids, Snow and David were cooking together, Regina was bringing dessert, so James brought wine and some beers, as well as sodas for Henry, Roland, Margot, and Neal.

He arrived and happily ate the meal, he conversed with the rest of the adults, and played with his nephew and the other kids, who were wanting to teach him how to play some video games.

He and his brother shared a look when they realised that Killian was stinking like rum, he said he had spilt some on himself when they had been celebrating something, he may have only met Robert once but he had stunk of absolutely any alcohol he could find and David had grown up with that: they didn’t trust Killian’s words, they knew he was drunk.

The news of why Killian had been celebrating came during dessert: Emma was pregnant, she had already told her parents, son, and brother, and now James felt his heart swell to be included in the small announcement meal before everyone else in the town knew.

When he saw Snow about to cry, judging by Emma’s grimace told him that she had already cried several times, he made a joke about already being a pretty great uncle but now at least it was official.

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“Are you excited about your date with Belle?” Snow asked, James had offered to help wash up after their dinner, and was now stood at the sink drying the dishes David was washing up.

James sent her a quick smile. “Yeah… and kind of nervous.” He added remembering Archie urging him to experiment with telling people his feelings.

David looked at his twin brother, he could see the nervous energy in his smile, for a brief moment he felt a wave of the same feeling flow through him, then it was gone. “Do you need any tips? I’m pretty smooth.”

Snow let out a snort of laughter. “On our first date you were so nervous even though you knew we were true love, and we were engaged at the time.”

David couldn’t help but smile. “I suppose you’re right, I think it was a nice date we had a picnic near that waterfall, I was mostly nervous that we wouldn’t be able to get ten minutes alone, away from the rest of our friends.”

Snow laughed again but linked her arm through his, looking at him lovingly. “It was a very nice date.” She assured him.

David ducked his head down to kiss his wife’s lips.

“Ew! Gross guys, there’s children here.” Emma teased, ruffling her little brother’s hair, smiling as he giggled. “What are you doing on your date, Uncle Jamie?”

James sent a glare to his brother, it was his fault that both of his kids referred to him as Jamie, and James refused to give up the appearance that he really didn’t mind the nickname anymore. He looked back at his niece after receiving a smug smile for David. “It’s a bit hard to do things like the movie theatre with Belle being pregnant, so I’m cooking her a meal instead.”

“Aw that’s sweet, I don’t think Killian can cook a meal at all,” She joked she clutched her husband’s hand to prove that she really didn’t mean it, “but it means that I’m learning more which is good. It means I’ll be able to cook my baby things to eat, like you both do.” She placed her hand on her stomach and smiled at her mother and father, she felt her husband squeeze her hand protectively.

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The friday of his and Belle’s date James was full of nervous, so much so that he felt his phone buzzed with a worried text from David who was now full of the same feeling, James actually felt bad about that: being twins came with a few unexpected side effects.

James headed to Granny’s, he gave Ruby an awkward wave when their eyes met, and followed her into the kitchen.

“Thanks for cooking the stuff, I wanted it to be fresh.” He ran his hand through his hair.

“David does that too.” He looked confused. “The running his hand through his hair thing- he does it whenever he’s nervous or he feels awkward. You shouldn’t be worried, Belle really likes you, trust me.”

James did his best to send Ruby a smile, though it was hard considering he had approximately one hundred and seventy nine butterflies in his stomach, and another eighty cocoons ready to unleash more.

“Anyway, you did all the prep work, and you taught me how to cook the things,” she sent him her lupine grin, “which means I get to steal your best date recipes.”

James found himself laughing as she smirked.

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Belle wasn’t entirely sure what was in store for her when she entered the library, James had requested she meet him there for their date, although she loved the library she didn’t quite count it as a date sort of place.

She was greatly mistaken, James was stood in front of her, smiling that secret smile he only sent to her, not the slight glare he walked around the town with, or even the calming smile he sent to timid children who came into the library or store.

Looking past him she noticed that he had strung up fairy lights leading her to the heart of the library.

“Woah, James this looks so pretty.”

“I convinced Regina to let me use it for a date, I think she was just surprised that I asked instead of just using my key to get in.”

Belle smiled and took hold of his hand. It felt solid beneath hers, stable, and when he gently squeezed it she felt a zing in her heart.

James led her through the library, decorated with fairy lights and vases of flowers, Belle was almost certain that he had got them from the florist near their bookstore not from her father’s store.

James led her to the far end of the library, there was a table with a picnic blanket on, and two of the more comfortable chairs in the library, the table was full of food; not just food, but all the food she had been craving while pregnant, she supposed if anyone was to know what she had been craving it would be James who she spent nearly all of her time with, but she was surprised that he had remembered all of it.

“James, this looks amazing. It looks like a picnic, how did you- you remembered all the food I’ve been wanting.”

“I thought it would be nice to have a picnic, but I think that maybe it would be hard for you to stand up and down, and it would be uncomfortable… Of course I remember what food you want, it would be pretty hard to forget.” He winked at her. He led her to the chairs and when they were sat he pressed play on his phone. “Henry helped me put together a playlist, I’m not really sure what sort of music there is, but he was certain they’d be perfect.”

Belle smiled, she knew that Henry had a very strong romantic in him, she wasn’t surprised that he had helped his great uncle with this, nor was she surprised that it included several songs from the sixties and the eighties, along with a few newer ones.

James happily told Belle that he had made their entire meal, apart from the gelato, with help from Ruby to do the actual cooking. He received a kiss on his cheek which made him blush.

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As they ate their dinner of a salad, a korean barbecue curry, rice, and then gelato, along with sparkling cider, they talked about their lives: the adventures they had gone on, the good and the bad, their families, their lives growing up as influential aristocrats.

James hadn’t realised that Moe had been a duke in his father’s kingdom, that he and Belle had grown up maybe a couple of hundred miles away from each other, not that far really, a week or two of travelling… he wondered if they had ever met, at a party, a dinner, a ball, anything… He wouldn’t be surprised if they had met when they were younger, but he couldn’t remember, he hadn’t been in the best shape at these things when he was young, and he had been so scared of doing anything to embarrass George that he couldn’t remember much as a protection instinct.

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Their date went better than either of them could have even imagined.

As James leant in to kiss Belle he froze. “What was that?”

Belle frowned. She had been wanting to kiss James since they had first kissed, and the next time they had, but she stilled listening. “I don’t hear any-”

~~~~~ BANG~~~~~

“-I heard that . There’s a sword on that wall!”

No sooner than James had dived for sword, did a monstrously huge spider crawl along the bookcase heading towards them, not any normal type of enlarged spider, this one was breathing fire, it seemed angry with them.

“Shit.” James automatically raced in front of Belle. “Belle, get safe!” He stood with the sword and as Belle moved to get to safety James raced towards the spider to ensure it wouldn’t chase after his date.

The spider was bigger than James, and seemed to be growing bigger the more James tried to stab it with his sword, or if he rolled or ducked away from the fire.

He found himself led on his back, trying his best to keep his sword kept between the spider’s fangs, hoping it would hold a little longer so the spider wouldn’t be able to turn him into bbq. All he could do was hope Belle had gotten away.

“Hey!” There was a whacking noise and the spider turned to look at the lilting australian voice.

James didn’t waste any time. He thrust his sword up through the spider’s skull, covering the sword in goo as the spider shrunk and collapsed. Dead. James was breathless but stood up. He used his sword to nudge the now smaller creature, it was perhaps the same size as his torso, it was no longer exactly a spider, more like a wolf mixed with the amount of legs of a spider, and the antlers of an irish Elk.”Fucking shapeshifting bastard.” James swore.

Belle walked over to James’ side. “It’s an Elkendaw, but they’re only in the Enchanted Forest, one must have come over, are you okay?”

James checked himself. “Yeah, yes I’m okay. What did you throw?” He looked down at the size of the creature. He laughed loudly. It was a copy of the same book Belle had threatened him with when they had first met.

“I told you Les Miserable could be dangerous.” Belle said laughing along with him.

When they finally stopped laughing they found themselves quiet for a second before kissing, the same feeling spread through them as had when they had first had true love’s kiss, it was undeniable now.

The kiss, what it meant, the admittance to themselves and each other, felt like relief and danger, like fire and ice, normally they both would have run from it: James always would have, and Belle had found herself scared of love after her tumultuous relationship with Rumplestilskin.

Neither felt like running anymore.

#the bookworms and the library #James ouat #prince james #belle x prince james #prince James ouat #prince beauty #belle french #prince beauty verse #cherry wine verse

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New Oc List

So, with my having been gone so long, I get to update all the stuff I have worked out for my OC’s! Yay! I still have my main characters, though some of them have been tweaked a little more thoroughly and might end up being changed as we go. But for now, here are the newest of Oc’s:

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Name: Moriphean

Race: Dalish Elf

Hometown: Clan Tillahnnen

Age: 24

Class: Mage

Specialization: Force Mage

Family: Triallith (Father), Williana (Mother), Ellathin (Uncle, Keeper)

Sexuality: Homosexual

Height: 5’9

Body Type: slim

Nickname: Mori

Alignment: TN

Face Claim: thomas beaudoin

Appearance: Grey blue eyes, and deep, long black hair that he keeps held back with braids, occasionally weaving in feathers or fur. Wears the Vallaslin of Sylaise over his left eye, colored in a royal blue. Tends to wear simple robes over a plain shirt. The only indicator of his status is the pendant made of fire amber at the hollow of his throat, and his staff.

History:

Mori is the first of clan Tillahnnen, named so at the age of 18, after passing the tests. He had manifested his magic near age seven, much to the delight of his Keeper and Uncle, who was eager to start training him to become Keeper. Mori’s parents were both hunters for the Clan, but proud of their son’s abilities.

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Name: Warren Jacobson

Race: Human

Hometown: Highever

Age: 52

Class: Mage

Specialization: Spirit Healer, Blood Mage

Family: Kira (wife, deceased), Kiana (Daughter, estranged), Andrew (Grandson, estranged)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 5'7

Body Type: Slim, with a small layer of muscle

Nickname: Cranky

Alignment: NG

Face Claim: Jim Beaver

Appearance: His torso is covered in scars from the various battles he has been part of. Specifically a sunken wound on the right side of his chest from what may have been a spear, and a large slash diagonally down his torso from left to right from a blade; he also has a smattering of what look like dagger scars along his shoulders and forearms, which he refuses to talk about. His hair is kept cropped short, with a beard to match, both a dark color with a heavy dose of grey. Eyes are hazel.

History: Warren had been based in the Kinloch Circle of Magi for the majority of his life. However that doesn’t include the brief stint where he assisted the Arl of Highever during the Fereldan Rebellion, earning him a place as the court mage of Highever for a decade. During this time, he met and married an elf from the alienage, Kira, in secret. Upon the discovery of her pregnancy, he assisted in smuggling her out of Highever, sending her to Redcliff where he hoped that she would find peace. Returning to the Circle some four years later.

Warren was placed along with Wynne, a good friend, at Ostagar, and managed to survive after the battle there. He also attended Denerim along with the rest of the surviving Circle Mages, to assist in the battle against the Arch Demon.

Warren is a grumpy old Veteran field healer, who has no time for the crap he deals with. But those who he allows close, specifically if they are among his adopted “children” from the circle, tend to see a much softer side, if still gruff.

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Name: Everett Murdock

Race: Human

Hometown: Edgehall

Age: 18

Class: Warrior

Specialization: N/A

Family: Allison Murdock (mother)…. Marcus Exieron (father)

Height: 6'

Body Type: Built like a blacksmith should be. Broad, muscular (similar to his father)

Nickname: Ev

Alignment: NG

Face Claim: Colton Haynes (Teen Wolf Series)

Appearance:

History:

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Name: Sari Exieron

Race: Human

Hometown: Honnleath

Age: 26

Class: Rogue

Specialization: Ranger/Duel Wield

Family: Bruce (Father, 72), Karina (Mother, 67 ), Broxe (Brother, 47), Lauren (Sister, 43), Carrie (Sister, 41), Drayden (Brother, 40), Marcus (Brother, 36)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 5’7

Body Type: Athletic

Nickname: Venom, Spinner

Alignment: CN

Face Claim: Diana Agron

Appearance: The same curly blonde hair and warm green eyes as her brother, Sari looks like she could have been Marcus’ twin, were it not for the age difference. Taller than her female siblings and their mother, she also inherited the Exieron more muscular build. Though Sari is more toned overall. She often has tan lines, and a small smattering of freckles on her chest and shoulders from sun exposure.

History: She was five when Marcus first left, and had never understood why he wasn’t around anymore. Life seemed to continue on as normal, except for the fact that no one spoke his name anymore, and that Mama looked scared all the time. It was when she was fifteen that Marcus came back, and Sari met him with a slap. They immediately resumed their relationship as the closest of the Exerion siblings afterwards. With Sari pushing and bother Marcus to teach her fighting as well.

The Blight hit when she was 16, she had been herded with the other children, despite all protests, into the basement of the old mage. She did what she could to stand her ground, ready to fight and protect the others if the darkspawn broke through.

After that, Marcus no longer refused to teach her. While she would never be as strong as Marcus, Sari found her own strength, and ended up bribing one of the woodsman into training her to be a woods woman and ranger (The bribe was several of their mother’s apple pies on a daily basis). While she became decent with a bow, she always excelled with a bastard sword and a dagger.

When it came time to find an animal to bond with, she ran immediately for the caves, giving Marcus a panic attack for the three days that she disappeared. And then even more of one when she returned with a Giant Spider trailing along beside her. Named ‘Cookie’.

#my ocs #Sari Exerion #Everett Murdock #Warren Jacobson #Moriphean #Dragon age ocs #learn more about the ocs

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Pictures of the Past

I mentioned I’d be making a Hilda one shot, and this is what came out. I figure I ought to start writing for more shows and such so I don’t get totally burnt!

words:1865 Summary: Hilda meets an old friend of her mother, Rolf Sigmundson, who holds some strange revelations about her past... warnings: Sort of a cliff hanger to a one shot I might get around to writing? Also involves an OC, and a bit of headcanon on my end (of course!)

By all accounts, Rolf Sigmundson was a good man. He mostly made a living for himself making nature shows, and indeed, few people were as qualified as he was to do this sort of thing. He spent time with Woffs in his university days, and also spent plenty of time studying trolls, giant birds, and all sorts of flora and fauna. He was mostly known for his show ‘Troll Hunter’, sort of a spiritual successor to Steve Irwin’s Crocodile Hunter.

He was a tall man, with a large, dark beard and short brown hair, with big brown eyes framed by large round glasses. He was popular, that’s for sure...and he was making an appearance for the sparrow scouts in Trolberg today.

“He’s such a sweet man, you’ll like him.” Johanna smiled as she spoke to Hilda, giving her some sandwiches to take to the meeting, as she knew it’d run until at least noon. “If you get the chance, tell him I said hello!”

Hilda took the sandwiches and hopped out the door, Alfur in tow. “I’ll see you mum, thanks for the food!” She was really excited to meet this guy! Not only was he kind of a big deal, but her mother knew him! And not a simple ‘saw him once at a zoo’ sort of thing, either, those two, according to Johanna at least, were really good friends in their youth. Not that Hilda would brag about such a thing...but it was a nice feeling.

“Hello, sparrow scouts!” Raven Leader spoke loudly from the front gate to the Huldrawood. “I’m excited you’re all here, and I’m sure you’re all incredibly glad to welcome today’s guest!” It was a simple idea, drummed up by Rolf himself. What better place to talk about nature than...well, nature? Sure, Huldrawood wasn’t the unforgiving, harsh wilderness, but it was still pretty natural, and had plenty to offer. “Our guest doesn’t really need an introduction, but he’s not here to hunt trolls or teach us how to do it. He’s here to talk about one of the most important parts of our lives...the great outdoors.” It had clearly been prepared, but would you wanna introduce someone without preparing yourself first?

“Let’s all give a warm, Sparrow scout welcome to Rolf Sigmundson!” The kids hooted and hollered, and Rolf stepped out, wearing a black ball cap, vest, beige button up shirt, and khakis, with heavy looking hiking boots.

“Hey, kids!” He smiled brightly and opened the gates, walking in. “We’re gonna hang by the front for a minute, just stick around there and pick a place to sit down.” Lucky them, it had been clear all week...the ground wasn’t too muddy. Hilda, David, and Frida all found each other and sat together.

“Are you excited?” Frida asked. Hilda nodded. “My mum loves his show...I watch it when it’s on.” She shrugged. “He does sound really interesting, though, the way my mum tells it.” Frida looked over at David. “Maybe he can find out why you’re teeming with bugs, eh?” David, at the moment, had a beetle crawling around on him. He looked spaced out.

“...sorry, could you say that again?”

Rolf rubbed his hands together and sat on the ground with them. “Yikes...kids, don’t get old, your knees start to ache and it hurts to sit down.” Some of the children laughed. “So! The woods...we sort of take it for granted, don’t we?” He looked around. “We play in them, camp in them, go on walks in them...without even thinking about what’s here. What sort of things live underground? What worlds go left unseen by most humans?” He looked over at Hilda, Frida, and David. “What if I told you that it’s not just giant things, but little ones as well? Like that...bug...on your shirt...do...do you know that’s there?”

David didn’t really say anything in response, he just sorta...pointed at it. Frida looked over. “He’s always got a bug on him.”

“Bugs tend to pick favorites, I find.” He giggled a little to himself. “Of course, the small world isn’t just made up of bugs. There’s even elves!” Some kids furrowed their brows. “Yep. Seen ‘em. I had to sign paperwork, though, these elves are obsessed with documentation, let me tell you.” He stood. “Of course, we won’t be seeing those today, you have to have permission from the elves themselves, and it’s a lot of papers to sign…”

“It isn’t THAT much paperwork!” Alfur whispered. Hilda whispered right back. “It is for this many kids!”

“Kids love paperwork!”

“Not the human ones.” Hilda whispered back. The group started to move through the woods, as he pointed out birds nests, ant hills, rabbit holes, and even a hole for a good sized bug, which he stopped around. “Phew...now, kids, most of these small guys are actually pretty safe, but this one’s not quite healthy to hang around too long.” he tapped the ground around the hole for a moment. “Hmm...must be empty. Can anyone guess what I’m looking for?”

“A snake?” One child asked.

“No, not quite...I wouldn’t be so close to it if it were a snake hole, those have a bit more...length than what should be in here.” He said. “Although, I have been bitten by my fair share of snakes. Most of the ones around here are pretty harmless.” He knelt down and tapped again. “Anyone?”

Frida jumped at the chance. “A spider? I read that some make trap doors, and sneak out to catch their prey.” Rolf smiled. “That’s an awful lot closer, it’s a sort of spider! Those spiders tend to be in other, warmer places...this is a sort of wolf spider dwelling.” He said. “They aren’t deadly, but I’ve managed to get a bite from one, and it’s bad. Opens up a sore about this big on the bite, and...it’s messy.” He said. The group kept going.

“Here’s another, much larger hole, it looks like it was dug by a-”

“Vittra!” Hilda pointed. “I’ve been in those tunnels...well, not...not those ones.” Rolf and the others looked over, and Rolf crossed his arms. “You’ve been IN a…” He looked at her for a moment. She looked...familiar.

“...how’d you get in? Why’d you go in?”

“We had to rescue some from becoming mulch, but we sort of got them angry.” Rolf nodded. “Huh...they do like their privacy. Kids, these holes can be real deep, and falling into them can lead to some embarrassing injuries. It’s good to look at the forest floor while you walk around.” The group kept going, stopping for lunch, learning how to spot different types of bee hives and wasps nests, avoiding snakes, and even learning a bit about fishing...though, that was anecdotal, and mostly about Rolf’s bad run in with a rather large catfish in the states. They were back at the front gate. “So, scouts, it’s important to remember that the world isn’t just what’s easy to see...there’s little cities, families, and houses all around us! We just have to look.” The scouts all got pictures, some got stuff signed, and they were on their way out. Hilda couldn’t wait to tell her mother abou-

“Hilda!” Raven Leader went over to her. “It appears Rolf would like a word with you.” Hilda furrowed a brow. “Me?”

“He wants to know more about that vittra hole I think.” Hilda walked over to him. He was sitting near his car, an old beat up jeep he’d driven to the front gate. “Hilda! Hey! She wouldn’t believe that I knew your mother so I had to give her the Vittra hole line...I knew you looked familiar!” Hilda looked up at him. “You knew me?”

“Oh, you were tiny tiny before I got the show and got too busy…” He knelt down. “Agh...gotta get that knee checked on. Hey, listen, I don’t wanna hold the van up, but…” He went into his car and got a box of polaroids. “I was real good friends with your mother, and I liked to take pictures of stuff. I took a lot of pictures of her, she didn’t really own a camera until after I left that neck of the woods. Years ago she got rid of these...I won’t say why.” It was photos of her mother doing...not ‘Johanna-ish’ things; rock climbing, swimming in the middle of a lake, waving from the top of a tree.

“I think it’s time she gets these back.” Hilda nodded. “She was quite the adventurer, huh?”

“Oh, are you kidding me? She was shredded! I bet she could have benched ME back then.” He patted Hilda’s shoulder. “Tell her I said hello, yeah?”

“Of course.” She nodded with determination.

“Thanks so much, I’d stop by but I gotta split...also, Mr. Elf,” he pointed to her ear, and Alfur popped up from behind it, “You look good in red.”

Alfur blushed. “Oh, stop, you’re flattering me…”

“Heh, alright...you run along now, enjoy yourself!”

“Likewise!” Hilda got back into the van they’d used to get there, and got home, just before dark. Dinner was almost ready, and Johanna sighed with relief when she heard the front door open. “Hilda, you’re back...how was it? How do you like Rolf?”

“He’s nice...he gave me these.” She put the photos on the table. Johanna looked flustered. “...I’d been looking for those.” She went through a few of them, sitting on the couch. “That’s...well, I was quite the adventurous type.”

“Got it form somewhere, right?” Hilda winked. Johanna...sighed, and lowered her shoulders. “Well...had to come from somewhere.” They came across one of a tiny, baby Hilda, with a woman with purple hair playing with her. “Oh, look at you! So cute back then!” Hilda thought nothing of who that woman was, probably just some aunt she’d never met...but then she popped up in another photo of them at a campfire. And another of them holding hands. And another of them in flower crowns and soft looking white dresses, kissing under a flower archway somewhere in the woods. “Mum...who’s that woman? The one with the long purple hair?”

Johanna tensed up a bit. She sighed. “...well, she and I were lovers...that was our wedding. Well, it was just a ceremony, it wasn’t legal at the time…” She sighed. Hilda looked up.

“What happened to her?”

“She...went missing.” She said. “After a troll attack. I never saw her again after that.” She rubbed her eyes. “I’m...I got rid of these to cope with the loss, I suppose.” Hilda hugged her tightly. “Sorry I brought it up, mum, I-”

“No, Hilda, it’s alright.” Johanna kissed Hilda’s forehead. “I...needed to see them again. It’s just a bit of closure.” She took the one of the wedding ceremony and placed it on her desk. She went to the kitchen. “...looks like dinner’s ready. Go wash up and get ready to eat, alright?”

“Okay, mum!” Hilda went to look at the woman in the photo again.

She looked familiar.

#hilda the series #johanna hilda #alfur hilda #david hilda #frida hilda #fanfic

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heartslogos · 5 years

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newfragile yellows [403]

“Keiran,” Morrigan calls out, and the boy turns to her away from the shadows, smiling.

“Mother,” he says, as she runs a hand over his hair. “I’ve made a friend.��

“Is that so?” Morrigan forces herself not to seize her son and whisk him away from those sharp eyes. It would only make Keiran more interested. “Well, well.”

“Your son is a radiant soul.”

“Go to your tutor,” Morrigan says, gently pushing Keiran towards the relative safety of Skyhold’s walls, “You’re late, Keiran.”

“But - “

“Now, Keiran. Before the sun sets and you’re forced to take supper in your rooms.”

“Yes, mother.”

Morrigan waits until Keiran is long out of sight, secure behind stone and wood.

“A radiant soul? Such high praise, coming from Ellana Lavellan, witch of the wilds, defier of Gods and lover of mortals,” Morrigan drawls, inspecting the woman lounging in the shade of the newly constructed gazebo in the Inquisition’s small garden. She stops as she stands over the elven woman, a mixture of anger and something else more fragile flickering in her heart.

The woman’s eyes seem to glow faintly with power as she looks up at Morrigan, thick pelts of wolf fur tucked around her shoulders, long powerful legs stretched out in front of her.

“I mean it, Morrigan, daughter of Flemmeth, witch of the wilds, destroyer of Blight, changer of shapes, defender of tradition,” Ellana replies back. “Cousin.”

“Oh, cousin, is it?” Morrigan replies.

Ellana gestures for Morrigan to join her, and Morrigan sits next to her, the black of her feathers barely brushing against the white of Ellana’s fur.

“We are divined from the same fount, Morrigan,” Ellana answers, crossing her legs, one ankle over the other as she lounges back, watching the comings and goings of the patrons of Skyhold.

“Tell me what you mean by coming here, cousin,” Morrigan says, “This magic has had your foul stench all over it since the very beginning.”

“You know that not to be true,” Ellana says, “This is not my doing. You said it yourself, defier of Gods and lover of mortals. Why would I wish to inflict harm upon the denizens of this world? I live here, too, after all. How very nonsensical and impractical of me to bring destruction onto myself.”

Morrigan refrains from replying that Ellana has always been nonsensical and impractical and self-destructive to the point of near beautiful (but idiotic) martyrdom. It is something both stunning and dazzling about her, as well as pitiful and loathsome.

“I did not do this, Morrigan,” Ellana continues, “You know it in your heart to be true. This magic does not have my touch on it, it has our touch upon it. The magic of wild and lost things.”

“It draws closer to yours than mine ever has,” Morrigan retorts. “And you know more than you let on. You always do.”

“And yet you have not turned me into the Inquisition,” Ellana fires back, “Your ties are closer to them than I, your word more weighted and favored. They would turn on me in an instant if you said a single word to them. Why haven’t you?”

“As you say,” Morrigan says, angry at herself and defeated, “We are divined from the same blasted fount. Witches and wild we both are.”

“A witch is a woman and a question that men are incabable of forcing an answer to,” Ellana says in that way of hers. “Oh, Morrigan. We used to be so close once. What happened to us?”

“What happened to us?” Morrigan snaps, incredulous at the sheer audacity Ellana has to ask such a question. What happened to us? The damned bloody arrogance of asking such a question with such an obvious answer. What - what audacity to try and pull that ignorance on her, Morrigan, Ellana’s -

“You left,” Morrigan hisses turning to face Ellana fully, fists clenched. “You left me. Like you leave everything that you cripple.”

Ellana blinks wide, defenseless eyes at her and Morrigan feels the hate build in her.

“Six years, cousin. For six years you and I studied together, slept together, ate together, played together, learned and earned our titles as witches of the wild together under the same roof. For six years you and I were each other’s only companions. And one morning you left. Not a word spoken. I waited for you. I looked for you. I cried for you.”

At first Morrigan thought that the girl had been some wayward soul her mother had spirited away for amusement. It happened sometimes, when Flemmeth felt that Morrigan needed a distraction. Morrigan hated the girl at first, for being so easily brought in by Flemmeth’s sweet words. But the longer she stayed, the more Morrigan realized that Ellana was not some foundling that was taken away in the dead of night.

Ellana was like her. Born and grown in the far reaches of civilization raised by an eccentric and dangerous thing. Morrigan never met Ellana’s father, but she’s heard enough to know that he and Flemmeth are too much alike to not be the same stock.

Ellana was like Flemmeth. She had the same sort of twist to her words, that strange warped way of looking at things and speaking. Morrigan remembers the approval in Flemmeth’s eyes, the dry quips that would be exchanged, the pride. Morrigan used to be envious of it, but that didn’t last long because whatever love that went on between Morrigan’s Mother and Ellana was equally returned to Morrigan through Ellana herself.

At first Morrigan hated her, and then grew to be intrigued by her. And then they were friends. The best of friends.

We are cousins, Ellana whispered to her, breath so warm on those cold and wet winter nights as they huddled close for warmth, nee sisters. So close, there is so little that divides us. Do you not feel the kinship between us, Morrigan?

“You left because that’s what you do,” Morrigan sneers, venom hot in her chest, “That’s what you always do. And that hasn’t changed at all, has it?”

“I don’t know what you mean, Morrigan.”

Morrigan barks out a laugh, “Oh, don’t play the fool with me, cousin. My maker may have bred distrust in me, but yours put in you such a vile poison that I am infinitely more a saint than you could ever be. You make us love you. And if we do not love you, you make us see you as the center of our world. Our rival, our challenger. Our threat. Our greatest ally, our greatest love, our greatest problem to solve. You make yourself the center of our world, twisting us around you until you are all we can know and think of. And once you are so intwined into our lives, our heads, you leave and you never look back. You leave to do it over with someone else, over and over again. And I can tell that you haven’t changed your ways. Not at all.”

Ellana’s eyes are sharp and clear.

“What are you talking about, Morrigan?”

“At this very moment there is no doubt in my mind that Celene is left adrift and confused and hurt without your voice in her ear, your hand guiding hers, filling her head with your pretty words and your clever phrases. And I can tell just by looking, the Iron Bull is one of them too, isn’t he?” Morrigan’s lips curl up at the look on Ellana’s face. “You made him love you, or maybe you made him want you, or worse you made him dependent on you in some way. And then you left him to that terrible abyss of your absence.”

Morrigan had known it ever since they were children. Ellana could ensnare any creature into her service. Animals. Plants. People. Adults or children, babes or elders so old they might as well be dust. Humans and elves and dwarves and spirits alike. Ellana could twist their hearts around her fingers to get whatever she wanted and then she would desert them.

The worst part was that it wasn’t even -

When they got older, when it would be easier to say it was seduction, it was infatuation, it was passion that she commanded it became even more apparent that it wasn’t.

She remembers them sneaking into villages and Ellana getting bakers and tailors, carpenters and coopers, blacksmiths and tanners, nobles and paupers alike to want to be nice to her. To pamper her. You could see it in their eyes. They wanted to make Ellana theirs to pamper and spoil and save. They just wanted to put her on a pedestal and listen to her in enraptured silence until they withered away with malnutrition and neglect.

Morrigan would envy Ellana this, if Morrigan wasn’t also a victim of such…tactics.

“I don’t make anyone feel anything, Morrigan,” Ellana says. “And you make it sound so one sided. I do love, cousin. In different ways I love. I love you. For a time I was fond of Celene for what she did for me, and perhaps in time that could have become some sort of love. And I do love the Iron Bull. But not all loves can lead to fruition. The course of it never did run smooth as they say.”

“Oh.You love him, do you? To death, you mean? As you loved Mahanon?”

Ellana hasn’t changed at all. Her smile doesn’t slip, there isn’t a single reaction on that lovely face and that’s all Morrigan needs to see to know that whatever the woman says next will crack her in half like an egg.

Morrigan has been called snake and spider both, but Ellana is infinitely more poisonous and dangerous than she will ever be.

“As you loved Keiran’s father as you sent him to his grave.”

#heartsfic #gather your party and venture forth

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Sleeping Monsters - Valentine’s Day

—-So this is a bit late, but I couldn’t let the opportunity pass me by. This is basically some ideas and stables about the group and their reaction to Valentine’s Day.

Enjoy :)

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Bucky absolutely loves Valentine’s Day- it’s one of those few days in the year where he and the Grimm are happy to be around people because for some reason, Death likes to let them have a bit of fun. Besides that, the smell of chocolate is fucking fantastic, and he never passes up the chance to watch Steve make some home made chocolate in the kitchen. Though he doesn’t like the overwhelming smell of flowers because then he whines about not being able to smell the chocolate and candy.

Natasha... she has mixed feelings about the holiday. She doesn’t like celebrating it because of personal reasons but does realize that the holiday is important to her clan and so allows them to gift her chocolates and weird little gifts they find in the store. Clint had even given her a Valentine’s Day themed spider plush because he thought it was hilarious.

Nobody knows that it’s one of her favorite gifts and is squirreled away along with some handwritten notes from the twins and memorabilia that she has collected over the years.

Clint both loves and hates the holiday. He used to hate the holiday because the circus didn’t really allow time to celebrate it and then there was the thing with his brother... and yeah, not good memories all around. He likes to brood for a couple of hours every year, the memories consuming him and threatening to drag him down into a deep dark hole...

Wanda usually helps him out, missing her father figure on this day. She tells funny stories that usually ends in pietro’s embarrassment, making Clint laugh and everything seem okay. He celebrates it now for the twins and for the new family he was folded into thanks to the ever exuberant Tony Stark. He’s still thankful for that.

Bruce usually hides around this day, reminiscing about the days when he and the Hulk weren’t one entity, when he was just Dr Bruce Banner with a penchant with the ladies. Tony also usually drags him out by dinner time, both of them laughing about Tony’s past failures with ladies and men before they join everybody else in a heart themed dinner because Tony loves to go all out despite Pepper’s exasperation with it all.

Wanda and Pietro didn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day for several years, the grief and anger over their parents barring them from the simple enjoyment. They used to sit together in some quiet corner and talk about the happiest memories they could think of, keeping their parents alive in some way in their hearts.

That was, of course, before Natasha decided on a whim that these two sad sops were now her children and part of her clan, with Clint making them happier and more determined to stay alive the next day, to make sure that their parents hadn’t died in vain. They had forgiven Tony long before they met him thanks to these two.

To show their gratitude, the twins love to shower Clint and Natasha in chocolates and flowers. Pietro gives the two silly gifts he finds in second hand shops and flea markets, because he believed that something a little more lasting than food or wilting flowers was needed to show his love to his new parental figures. Wanda likes to make little flower arrangements. She knows they won’t last long (most things never did nowadays) but she worked hard on those arrangements and dammit that’s what she could do for Natasha and Clint.

They still go to a darkened corner, but they don’t stay there all day and they no longer have to hide the smell of salty tears because now they have less painful memories to fill their hearts.

Steve is an absolute nut the entire week that Valentine’s falls on. He goes to great things to make handmade chocolates for each and every one of the group he has come to call family. The dullahan kicks everybody out of the kitchen to make said chocolates and absolutely won’t let anyone see what he’s making until he’s given it to them. Somehow, Tony manages to kick him out of the kitchen Valentine’s day to make the special dinner he insists is absolutely necessary.

Steve takes this time to take two very special chocolates he’s made to a willow tree that’s in the nearby graveyard. He would set them both down, one labeled “Mom” and the other labeled “Peggy”, and then send a prayer for both of these wonderful women because he loves and misses them so much. Bucky always follows him to make sure he’s safe. Neither of them mention that sometimes Steve cries standing next to that tree, and Bucky never mentions that there is always a tall dark shadow that smelled a bit like Steve staring from a distance. Still, Steve celebrates the holiday with a smile because lingering in the past only ever hinders him and he can’t do that now.

Sam is a bit weird with the holiday. At least weird to everyone else. He goes out and flirts with every single woman he comes across (some of them not so single when their significan other comes around the corner to see him flirting - those encounters usually don’t end well), buys chocolate for everyone and then shares stories of his past VDay exploits because it’s funny. He always makes sure to call his mom back home because otherwise she would find him in the city and beat him in public for forgetting about his wonderful mother on this glorious day. He believes her when she threatens it every year. Tony kind of finds it funny.

Pepper has to field calls and gifts for Tony on this day. The amount of chocolate and flowers and cards the dreamweaver receives is ridiculous and spends most of her day either giving away the chocolates or burning the cards. Tony gives her a special flower arrangement and some rare gem for her efforts (he honestly keeps surprising her - she thinks he’ll run out of weird rocks to give her eventually) and allows her to pester him however she likes in the next couple of meetings. Jarvis never interferes with this arrangement as it works well for the both of them. Pepper does enjoy the special chocolates she receives from the group though and cherishes them for as long as possible.

Rhodes is usually too busy with military stuff but he always gets a weird song card from Tony every year. The cards range from some weird chicken song to sappy love songs that make Rhodey groan in exasperation. He has a case full of the damn things and nobody in his squad says a word about because he was their leader, their confidant, and damn scary when he needed to be.

Thor enjoys the holiday and likes to spoil his brother with the weirdest things he could find (“Brother look!!! This book talks about Norse love!!” Loki usually would look at him in horror, remembering some of those stories because they happened to him, as Thor laughs because he loves to jest with Loki every year. Loki usually retaliated by hiding his chocolate in weird ass places for Thor to find. It’s become something of a game between the two). Thor also likes to take Jane out to Asgard, show her all the wonders of his home. He enjoys seeing her smile and laughter most because she was his star. (Loki was proud to see his brother grow from the arrogant blonde he used to be - he approves of Jane because she softened Thor and made him better.) Loki doesn’t usually celebrate the holiday, but he loves the chocolate, so sticks around for that. He also enjoys the antics of the group, but doesn’t really tell anybody about that.

Tony.... well, Tony doesn’t really like the holiday. Absolutely hates it sometimes. He stays in the tower because being around too many people on a holiday makes his head hurt and powers react weirdly, but he also kind of mourns this day as well. He remembers his mother, when she was able to be fully coherent, treating him to ice cream when he was younger and his father absolutely spoiling the both of them to show his love to his wife and son. He remembers also getting a special toy from Jarvis, most of them now hidden in the depths of his closet whenever he was feeling especially nostalgic.

Used to it was only Bruce and Pepper he was able to stand on VDay because he had been around them for years. When the holiday comes around he is startled to realize that his powers don’t react to anyone else in the upper tower and the two gods that like to take residence occasionally. Tony doesn’t know how to react to that, so he usually takes over the kitchen (“Alright Steve my turn. Out” “What but-“ “Get!!” There’s usually laughter as some food is thrown in jest. Clint squaks at this because sometimes he’s the one the food usually lands on for some reason.) and makes a huge dinner with beautiful arrangements and the sappiest love songs he could find to play over the speakers.

Tony always takes the time to take a bouquet of flowers, usually sunflowers and roses, to his parents graves because they deserved something nice too, no matter what.

So Tony doesn’t love the holiday, but he now looks forward to more years with his new group. It gives him some kind of hope.

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—-so what did you guys think? I know a bit of it is sad, but I think it gives some insight to the group and their dynamics with each other and the world. Also, surprise? There’s a couple things in here that tell of a few events that happen later in the fic itself ;) tell me what you think!!!

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