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dontjudgemepeepswrites · 5 years

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Tattoos - Logan (Soulmate AU)

AU: Tattoo Soulmate with a twist

Everyone has two tattoos on their wrist: their soulmate has one identical tattoo and your enemy has the other identical one.

Also, warning: kicking a douche in the groin.

*Your POV*

No one knows what my tattoos look like. Well, other than me. I just don't want to waste my time looking for a soulmate or an enemy. If you must know though, one of my tattoos is is a bow and some arrows in a quiver and the other one is a sun and a crescent moon. I've never even shown my parents. My best friend, Logan, hasn't either and he won't show his to anyone. Before we talk about it any more, actually, you should know something. The school jerk, Troy, has a huge, not so secret crush on me. I hate him. His dad owns a country club and is tearing down a load of houses to build a golf course. Unfortunately for me, they live very close to me. Very close.

"Hey babe, what do you think about ditching the rest of school with me a grab a bite?" Troy asks, trying to sound seductive.

"Not if we were the last people on earth, Troy, would I ever go out with you," I sass.

"Ooh, feisty. I like it."

"Well, do you know what I like?" I ask flirtatiously.

"Tell me," he whispers, thinking he finally has what he wants.

"People who aren't perverts!" I sass as I slam my locker door shut. His friends all 'ooh' in the background and I see a group of about 13 year old boys staring at me in disbelief.

*Brnnnnnnng*

The bell rings and I head to my French class for 3rd period. When I get there, I sit in my assigned spot next to Logan.

"Hey," I greet him.

"Hello Y/N, how was your break time?"

"Other than Troy's utterly horrid attempts at wooing me, it was good. What about you?"

"C'était moyen. J'ai révisé pour le test des maths." (It was average. I revised for the maths test.)

"The lesson hasn't properly started yet; you don't have to speak French."

"S'exercer rend parfait." (Practise makes perfect.)

I laugh at his response and we talk until the lesson starts.

*Time skip to lunchtime brought to you by tumblr because fandoms*

I'm sitting with my friends, ranting about my art teacher, when I see the group of 13 year old boys staring at me again, but this time with a boy that looks about 16 as well. I imagine he's someone's brother. I awkwardly wave at them and they awkwardly wave back. Well, all of them except for the older one who just rolls his eyes and comes up to me.

"You're the person who was sassing Troy earlier right?" he asks.

"Who's asking?"

"That doesn't matter. Anyw--"

"Who's asking? You better tell me because I'm still quite pissed off at someone."

"Okay, geez. I'm Brandon but you can call me Brand. They boys over there are Mouth, Chunk, Data and my little brother Mikey. They're being nosy and want to know what's been happening between you two."

"I'll keep it brief for you. Troy keeps on 'flirting' with me and I'm not interested. And I never will be. There, you got what you wanted so, buh-bye."

"Bye, I guess," he says, walking back to the 13 year olds with weird nicknames.

I know what your probably thinking: 'wow, rude', but guess what. When I'm pissed, I'm pissed. I don't know how Logan deals with it; it's my worst habit by far.

"Y/N! There you are! I want to show you something!" Troy exclaims, running over to me. I roll my eyes.

"What do you want to show me, Troy? Me punching you in the face? Or maybe me kicking your groin?"

He's not saying anything. Suddenly, he grabs me and starts dragging me. There's only one thing to do in this situation.

*whatever a kick sounds like*

He's on the ground now in immense pain. Like I said, when I'm pissed, I'm pissed. I see my French teacher coming towards me and Troy. She hates Troy. And I mean hate. She knows about his 'flirting'.

"Y/N, did you kick him?"

"Yes, but, in my defence, he just grabbed me and tried to drag me off to who knows where to 'show me something'. I didn't know what he was going to do. He might've wanted to rape me."

"What? No? I wanted to show you that we have a matching tattoo! See!" Troy yells, showing me a sun and crescent moon tattoo.

"Well did I know that? No!"

"Troy, you don't have to take Y/N somewhere private to show them a tattoo on your arm. And tell them what you're going to show them. This was just a misunderstanding, so I'm letting you off with a warning, Y/N."

"Thank you Madam Smith," I wave her off, then I turn towards Troy. He lifts up his sleeve and shows me a tattoo of the sun and a crescent moon again to 'make a point'.

"See! We're meant to be! It's destiny!" he exclaims.

"Or, and this is miles more plausible, you're way too persistent and we're destined to be enemies."

"But I love you, and I know you love me too!"

"And how exactly would you know that if I haven't ever expressed that opinion verbally?"

"Because it's either me or the nerd you sit next to in French!"

"Logan? You mean he has this tattoo?" I ask, showing the bow and arrows in a quiver tattoo.

"Uh, yeah. Now make your choice."

"Um, Y/N, am I interrupting something here? I need to talk to you about something." Logan asks, coming towards me and Troy.

"No, don't worry, you're not interrupting anything. In fact, I was just about to leave," I say.

"That's good then. Could we talk somewhere a bit more... sequestered?"

"Of course we can. After all, I trust you and you also didn't just grab me and try to drag me away," I say, the last part targeted at Troy. Logan looks at me confused.

"Okay..." he says awkwardly and starts walking away, so I follow him. We end up in the library (no one goes there at lunch).

"Thanks for getting me out of that. So, what do you need?"

"We are humans."

"Yes... where are you going with this?"

"Every human has a soulmate and an enemy. I may not be either to you, but I have developed romantic feelings for you. I would like to take you out for dinner sometime, if you return these feelings."

"Before I answer, let me see your tattoos; I need to confirm my hypothesis."

He holds out his arm and I see what I expect: a bow and arrows in a quiver. I show him my matching tattoo

"Exactly what I predicted. I would've said yes anyway but I just wanted to know."

"What was your conversation with Troy about? I saw you kick him in the groin. Also, you may have implied it, but I never got proper verbal confirmation."

"My answer is yes. And long story short, Troy and I have matching tattoos and he was begging for me to be in a romantic relationship with him. I, however, knew he was my enemy. Oh, and I kicked him in the groin because he practically grabbed me and tried to pull me away."

"He deserved it then. I'm very content with the outcome though."

"Me too."

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chromemuffin · 7 years

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Shoukoku no Altair Liveblog (Chapter 2)

First: I adore how fluid the lines are for this image (left: magazine scan; right: jpn digital ver).

Second: I got my hands on the digital Japanese raws (cmoa.jp was having a sale and the first volume of Altair was free)! It’s surprising how much better the quality is compared to the magazines (see the image above). I guess it would be worth it to buy the digital from Kodansha, though they currently only have the first volume.

Anyway, I have no set way of liveblogging this currently...I planned on doing it in chunks but the posts get really long if I include more than 1 chapter so...I’ll see.

Before I start chapter 2, this is interesting. I noticed that the scans from the magazine lack this border (which appears in both digitally available versions as you can see here). Seems like it really gets cleaned up and added to for the compiled release.

Chapter 2: The Poison General

We get the Balt-Rhein Empire’s crest, but I don’t remember enough about European heraldry to talk about it so I’ll just leave it here.

I love the expressions on these people’s faces. And their poses. They’re probably dancing? I don’t know anything about Turkish dances.

First off, a bit of history about this fictional Turkiye. I have no clue how close it is to the real life counterpart, but apparently this Turkiye is a country of nomads and merchants, which a little wikipedia digging reveals to be true about some Turkish ethnic groups. It also has a “caravan road” and a “sea road” which is the equivalent of the Silk Road.

Breaking away from the exposition, we get some dude calling Mahmut’s name.

He’s adorable. And he’s reading a book with eagles on the cover, even better. AND he has a bookmark between his fingers. You see it in the book when he closes it, as well as an intricate looking pen. I just love this amount of detail UGH.

And, I don’t think I mentioned this last chapter, but I loooove how this manga-ka draws birds. They don’t look derpy?? Look at that deadly beak on Iskander.

Then this guy pops up. Ok his nickname is apparently 飾り帽子 meaning “decorated hat” which. I have no clue what that’s supposed to mean. Does he wear nice hats or does he have a lot of accomplishments...I dunno. He’s a governor/viceroy (総督).

Honestly all these titles are starting to confuse me. Are the vizers and pasha two different titles? Because they use the same kanji: 将軍 (meaning general) and there are 13 of each. So does that mean they put a 17-year-old in charge of a whole slice of their country?

whatever, I’ll just go with it.

OH so the pasha are vizers, I see...I just had to read a little further haha

Not sure what these two are going on about, but something to do with the country’s security. And things moving around behind the scenes.

They changed Shara’s appearance between the magazine and digital releases:

(digital: left; magazine scan: right)

I’ve never read both versions like this at the same time, so that’s a surprise. And before anyone gets all up in arms, the colors/shading on the magazine release are usually different/darker because they use lesser quality paper. That’s why her skin tone (as well as the background, which is apparent in certain panels) differ.

I never realized they differ so much?? Like, I know from other series that they clean up and add chapters to the tankobon but. I kinda like magazine Mahmut’s expression better, but digital Shara is an improvement. She looks a little creepy in the magazine with the very wide eyes lol.

Also Iskander. Mahmut is feeding him...something huge.

Ah, here they are in the panel before. lol that bird.

awww Not a social butterfly, eh. He’d rather sit in a corner feeding his eagle. Honestly, so would I. So would I.

Such a nice panel. Also, she apparently saw him 4 years ago?? He’s about 17 now, so that would make him 13 then. He doesn’t look much different. that’s manga for you.

omg haha poor boy getting dragged off to go dance. Although, he seems really uncomfortable here:

A combination of being embarrassed at his inability to dance and the gossip centered around him?

Maybe it’s just about his dancing after all.

*went to look it up* Ah, yes, apparently it IS part of a dance from that region of the world. People can’t seem to decide if it’s more Turkish or Greek in origin, but whichever it is, that’s apparently how the people in that area danced.

aww he’s flustered.

lol Shara “You know, a pasha’s estate is a lot more modest than I’d thought.”

I actually thought it was a really nice, spacious place if it really is his house that he lives in all alone.

lol his “Get out.”

omg it was a book of poetry??

HAHA so he decided to sleep on the roof instead. What season this? It’s said that they live in a desert, and Ibrahim mentions in the original Japanese that his wife gave birth to twins in the summer, so it isn’t summer...guess it’s not that bad outside haha.

WAIT. You can’t see this in the scans because the sky is too dark, but.

He brought Iskander up there with him.

And serious times now. Looks like that Louis guy from last chapter is up to no good again.

If I knew more about this region, maybe I’d be able to guess who these people are based on, but apparently they’re seeking to reclaim land they’ve lost.

Armed revolt, huh. does not sound good. OH WHAT.

The guy he just spoke to? Aah, that stunned look on his face, especially the crease in his brow, you can see how, well, shocked he is. And shell-shocked, at the bottom of the page when he’s remembering just how easily they hung out together a few days ago.

And notice how, while everyone else is moving onto how they heck they’re going to fix this (with Zaganos already declaring that he’ll take care of it), Mahmut is still in shock that such a thing happened, not wanting to believe it. It shows his lack of experience (the sort that comes with aging with the job). But at the same time, it’s his intense desire for peace that helps him solve these conflicts too. A bit of give and take.

Also, can’t decide if I like this guy or not:

Well, at least he looks cool. I haven’t mentioned it yet, but still loving the clothing designs. Though those boots look painfully annoying to lace up.

Oh, but look at this completely frustrated look.

Once again, he can’t do anything, and no one will even suggest compromise or find out why the people rebelled. Violence is once again the default, the established standard. It clashes completely with how Mahmut wants to approach things.

And then! He doesn’t scream or shout, he actually requests calmly for Zaganos to stop. Not that Zaganos will be pleased, probably, but at least Mahmut is reining himself in. And he waited a bit, too, seeing as Zaganos had time to leave and get on his horse.

He’s using polite language, too.「お待ちくださいザガノス将軍」

Look at this giant unimpressed frown:

Ooh, I really like this tension between the two. He tells Mahmut straight out that he wants to take advantage of this event, whatever caused it, to wipe the optimism/naivety off the pacifist faction’s faces.

“...have their eyes opened to the fact that powers able to make even the virtuous Ibrahim Vali revolt exist in this world.”

I really like that line. It’s hard to really hate the guy because has a point, just as much as Mahmut is right in that they should find out the root of the revolt before they act. It’s horribly cold, but he’s also right that it’s dangerous to, well, believe in the goodness of people when they have the safety of a country at risk, which is the exact opposite of Mahmut.

Of course, the fact that he may have known they would revolt and did not do anything about it just to take advantage of the situation is like, damn dude why are you so cynical. I dunno. Zaganos is interesting. Coldly efficient, extreme, yet I can understand where he’s coming from.

cute

he’s just so. small.

I like this awkward panel in which he is getting on the horse. Looks very weird but. it’s actually accurate for how people experienced at riding (and light enough to vault) look when getting on horses. I appreciate that the horse looks like a horse and not a horse puppet, too (the one other one above notwithstanding)

Also, I love how Halil supports Mahmut, such a great grandfatherly figure.

LANGUAGE TIME OMG. When Mahmut says to tell Halil “Understood” as his message, he uses the word 心得 which translates to “understood” lol. But the kanji that make up that word are 心 “heart” and 得 “to gain”. just...let that sink in (an alternative that is more common is probably 分かりました or 承知, but that’s a little formal)

OMG. She fixed...this awkward horse...it has become so beautiful...Also, the background was changed to make it a starry night.

Ooh, and Shara comes along to help out Ibrahim!

AND I AM DONE. CHAPTER 2 DOWN. How many to go again...? That took forever.

← back・onward →

#shoukoku no altair #the very long altair liveblog #image heavy post #long post #might have to make this a 1 post per chapter thing #im so tired #altair vol 1

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kepesh-yakshi · 7 years

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Writing Pre-Haven Bairley

A very rough (free) draft of Bairley before going to Haven. It attempts to establish who he was before it all began. There is so much to flesh out, but I was just excited to finally have time to write something, I had to share it as it is, right now. I’ll post the edited version on AO3.

----- "Rise and shine, mudface!" The sweetvoiced woman threw a pillow over her ginger-haired brother's head, who lay face down and was sprawled across the small bed in the family's upstairs guest room. "Don't make me play big sister again, or I'll drag you out of bed." She cackled at the thought as she turned back toward the hallway.

The family farmhouse was large and rustic, but not at the cost of modern luxuries; for example, you could pump water through a small spigot directly into a basin in the kitchen, and that was often unheard of, even in the most extravagant buildings. It even drained out into an irrigation ditch behind the house. You still had to venture to a small chamber outside to relieve yourself, though.

"You can try..." The man, somewhere in his early thirties, attempted to roll over onto his back, but instead rolled completely off the bed and onto the floor. "Umph!!" He threw the pillow into the hallway behind her, hitting their mother square in the chest as she walked into the room. "Bairley!" The portly woman, not in a fat way but strong, threw the pillow back at him. "I sent her up here to get you out of bed -- remember, you are all going to Haven, today." She had her raven dark hair pulled tight in a thick braid that fell to the middle of her back, and a bright blue bandana covered the rest of it, pulling her bangs back out of her eyes.

Lily, also dark-haired and strong like her mother, was formally-attired in chantry scholar robes,the hood still dangling behind her. Her leather cap was thrown onto her head as if she needed a place to put it. Her copper eyes seemed to match the gold and red in the robes.

"I know, I know," he sighed. "I'll be down in a minute."

He began to grab a pair of corded pants and his favorite flannel tunic, but she instead pointed at the huntsman's garb that hung from the coat rack. "You may need the protection, Bear, so put that on. And don't forget your bow. If something happens, you'll need that, too."

I'm not taking my good one, Mother. I'll just take one of the spares from the smithy." Bear stood up and threw his shirt off, exposing a hairy chisled frame that went well with the tousled bunch of hair and pork chop, mustachioed face covering he bore.

"Um, Bear, when did you grow muscles?" Lily laughed out loud at her reaction to his appearance. She came back to the room to get his travel bag. "Of course, I saw you last, when, six years ago? You looked then like the taverns you slept in."

"I've changed a bit, Lily." Bear finished tieing his pants and adjusting the green semi-armored jacket over his tunic, and threw a scarf around his neck just in case the weather turned cold. "As have you."

"We have things to speak of on the way to the Conclave, then."

They both made their ways downstairs and outside, where their father, Bann Robert Trevelyan, and the majority of the immediate neighborhood was gathered at a large table -- at least twenty, maybe more -- and a huge smorgasbord of food was just being served to each person.

"Blood sausage!" Bairley sat his mother and sister, before sitting down between them. "And link sausage, and lorne sausage, and oh my!" He felt like a kid; after all, the last time he'd sat to such a feast was several years ago. The time he spent training with the huntsmen at the Ostwick templar encampment left him missing home...well, some aspects of home. The politics from his father's work had grown old to Bairley, and he longed for the day that he wasn't tied to the smithy with his mother. The time at the edge of Ostwick's holdings with the Templars was still not what he craved: the pompousness of some of the knights was almost as bad as the arrogance of some of his father's higher level associates.

The trip to Haven was going to be yet another escape from home, even if only for a few days. Plus, he was traveling with his beloved sister, who was older by three years. He looked up to her.

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The carriage took off a little after breakfast, and the two of them decided to nap for the first part of the trip. A couple of hours later, Lily woke with stomach pangs and fished in her grub sack for a chunk of waybread and some dried sausage. Bairley woke soon after, and he too reached into his pack, but for an apple.

"So, Big Bear, what have I missed?" She asked, smiling at her little brother. Little only in years -- the pudgy twenty something was now built like a bronto, and just as rugged. "You look fit and happy. There's a glow about you."

"Yes, I suppose there is." He smiled softly at his sister. "Six years ago, you left for the Chantry in Val Chevin, and a group of templars came through town, looking to train locals for the Ostwick militia. I jumped at the chance, as the camp was still here in Ostwick, but at the western edge of the holdings proper. I was part quartermaster, part huntsman. It was quite the experience."

"Wow, that's great!" She applauded him gleefully. "Any juicy details you wish to share?"

"Wenches are great stress relief!"

Lilly let out a huge belly laugh, then straightened up. "Oh, you're a man, now?"

"Well!" Bairley laughed as well, as their sexploits were a common conversation, especially after he realized they did not share the same father in truth. When Big Bear met the people he was named after (Beatrice and Brand Bairley), and he saw how strikingly similar he was to the patron of their little clan, he grew distant from the Bann, and confided this to Lily, who at the time was 13, and old enough to be sowing her own wild oats -- old enough to be learning and seeing what the adults were doing behind other adults' backs. She ended up having to explain what happened. "I guess I did."

"I'm glad you grew out of that fear, Big Bear. It's a wonder you didn't snag one for good."

"Yeah, well..." He looked at her with curiosity. "So what about you? You look all...scholarly...do you have any juicy gossip?"

"I have had my own occupations, yes." She grinned, as did he, and they both erupted with laughter. "I have missed you, Big Bear -- I had one instance where someone wouldn't leave me alone. I had to throttle him. I'd rather have had you do it for me, but I am a big girl, I can handle myself."

"Well, if you had to throttle the guy, he must have really been annoying."

"He was, oh he was."

After several hours of non stop conversation about sex, cooking, food, Chantry rules, subverting chantry rules (the carriage driver joined in at this point), bards versus minstrels, and watching pickpockets in Val Chevin, they stopped at a small village a few hours north of Haven to feed and water the carriage horses, and they also grabbed a quick bite to eat.

The tavern was called The Monstrous Mongrel, and the crest outside depicted a druffalo with a mouthful of grain in its mouth. Inside, the decor was mostly a mahogany red, laquered benches and stools and tables, and the floor was a well-worn black oak, just like the structure itself. It was at the forefront of the only communal area in the village, which sat on the shore of a beautiful blue lake that was otherwise surrounded by sweet-scented juniper trees. It smelled cold outside, but there was no snow on the ground, yet.

Bairley ordered a druffalo burger patty on a bed of red leaf lettuce with spiced mustard and a ginger ale, and Lily ordered a ham sandwich and a chammomile and herb hot tea. The carriage driver ordered three links of boar sausage, two eidar cheese wedges, and sauteed mushrooms. Oh, and a ginger root beer.

They sat off again, continuing their conversation about pickpockets and other vandals, then went from that to day to day life, to things they'd read, to favorite eateries and brewhouses where they were each staying (the driver was from Kirkwall, and loved the Hanged Man). The time it took to get to Haven -- 10 hours in a carriage -- seemed like just two or thee.

Upon arrival, the three received a quiet welcome, and the siblings were shown their quarters: a small one room cottage in the corner of a path within the walls of the village, only one bed, big enough for both of them. They didn't mind at all. They were not there for luxurious reasons, they were there to represent Ostwick at a Conclave that was broght together by Divine Justinia V in an attempt to bring a resolution between the warring mages and templars. They didn't actually have a say; rather, they were merely representing their holdings.

The carriage driver bade them farewell, and Bairley and Lily both invited him to the tavern for a quick drink and dinner before he left, also getting him a bed in one of the shared cottages so he could at least get some rest. They learned he was not doing well financially, and sent him off with 200 royals on the condition that he keep in touch. With that, they finally got his name, Cabot Furlin, and the dwarf recently came to the surface after being caught pickpocketing, himself. His home was yet to be declared. Bairley talked him into staying awhile, and maybe he could help their new friend pick himself up a bit. One thing was certain, though: Cabot was not letting his situation bring him down.

As the small welcoming party saw them and their belongings into the cottage, Lily looked at Bairley with grim concern. "Bear?" She looked as if she was literally turning green. She ran out the door and lost her lunch outside. "Oh no..."

Bairley grabbed one of the empty tankards on the table and filled it with water from a keg in the room (the one marked "WATER," not the one next to it that was marked "FLISSA'S ALE ~ BATCH 163") and rushed out to her side, handing it to her. "Here," he said, "swish." She started to take it, but turned away and lost more. "Oh, Maker, what was bad that I ate?" She pleaded for reprieve, and her stomach seemed to grant her request. She swished and spat, swished and spat, and finally took a few sips before chugging the rest and asking for more. Bairley refilled the tankard and met her halfway into the house. He gave it to her and closed the door behind them.

"Are you alright, Lily?"

"I feel horrible." She was sweating, and in the freezing cold temperatures, she shouldn't have been.

He pressed his hand against her reddened cheeks. "You're very hot -- let me get a healer."

"No, I just need to rest."

"Not this time, Lily. You rest, I'm going up to the chantry for a healer." He jogged up the hill and through the courtyard to the chantry, where he met with two elder sisters and explained what was going on. They sent for a healer, Velarie, who followed him to the cottage and assessed Lily's symptoms. "It's not food poisoning...but something in the food has made you sick. Are you allergic to anything?"

"Um...only stripweed -- it makes me very ill like this. But the field we saw was a mile or more away..." Lily's voice was reduced to a raspy whisper.

"The tea, Lily -- remember?" "But it was chamomile and herb --" "Those fields were not too far from where we stopped. I bet stripweed was in the tea." Lily wanted to cry, but she was too sick to do it. She let out a long sad sigh and closed her eyes. "I am sorry, Bear." "Don't be, it was an accident, maybe the Maker has other plans for you. Maybe I was meant to go alone."

#bairley trevelyan #freewriting #first drafts always suck #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #fan fiction

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