#no this isn’t anders hate I just feel like if they were to have a roast session anders would be the one they roast first

[richincolor]

9 QTPoC books for your 2023 Pride Month TBR

Happy Pride Month! Every year, I do a little round-up of YA books starring LGBTQ and BIPOC characters that have come out so far this year. This year was particularly exciting -- there were so many books that I loved or have at the very top of my TBR! So, without further ado, here's 9 of them for your TBR!

The Wicked Bargain by Gabe Cole Novoa El Diablo is in the details in this Latinx pirate fantasy starring a transmasculine nonbinary teen with a mission of revenge, redemption, and revolution.

On Mar León-de la Rosa's 16th birthday, el Diablo comes calling. Mar is a transmasculine nonbinary teen pirate hiding a magical ability to manipulate fire and ice. But their magic isn't enough to reverse a wicked bargain made by their father and now el Diablo has come to collect his payment: the soul of Mar's father and the entire crew of their ship. When Mar is miraculously rescued by the sole remaining pirate crew in the Caribbean, el Diablo returns to give them a choice: give up your soul to save your father by the Harvest Moon or never see him again. The task is impossible--Mar refuses to make a bargain and there's no way their magic is any match for el Diablo. Then, Mar finds the most unlikely allies: Bas, an infuriatingly arrogant and handsome pirate -- and the captain's son; and Dami, a genderfluid demonio whose motives are never quite clear. For the first time in their life, Mar may have the courage to use their magic. It could be their only redemption -- or it could mean certain death.

Fake Dates and Mooncakes by Sher Lee Heartstopper meets Crazy Rich Asians in this heartfelt, joyful paperback original rom-com that follows an aspiring chef who discovers the recipe for love is more complicated than it seems when he starts fake-dating a handsome new customer.

Dylan Tang wants to win a Mid-Autumn Festival mooncake-making competition for teen chefs—in memory of his mom, and to bring much-needed publicity to his aunt’s struggling Chinese takeout in Brooklyn.

Enter Theo Somers: charming, wealthy, with a smile that makes Dylan’s stomach do backflips. AKA a distraction. Their worlds are sun-and-moon apart, but Theo keeps showing up. He even convinces Dylan to be his fake date at a family wedding in the Hamptons. In Theo’s glittering world of pomp, privilege, and crazy rich drama, their romance is supposed to be just pretend... but Dylan finds himself falling for Theo. For real. Then Theo’s relatives reveal their true colors—but with the mooncake contest looming, Dylan can’t risk being sidetracked by rich-people problems.Can Dylan save his family’s business and follow his heart—or will he fail to do both?

Ander & Santi Were Here by Jonny Garza Villa Aristotle and Dante meets The Hate U Give meets The Sun Is Also A Star: A stunning YA contemporary love story about a Mexican-American teen who falls in love with an undocumented Mexican boy.

Finding home. Falling in love. Fighting to belong. The Santos Vista neighborhood of San Antonio, Texas, is all Ander Martínez has ever known. The smell of pan dulce. The mixture of Spanish and English filling the streets. And, especially their job at their family's taquería. It's the place that has inspired Ander as a muralist, and, as they get ready to leave for art school, it's all of these things that give them hesitancy. That give them the thought, are they ready to leave it all behind?

To keep Ander from becoming complacent during their gap year, their family "fires" them so they can transition from restaurant life to focusing on their murals and prepare for college. That is, until they meet Santiago López Alvarado, the hot new waiter. Falling for each other becomes as natural as breathing. Through Santi's eyes, Ander starts to understand who they are and want to be as an artist, and Ander becomes Santi's first steps toward making Santos Vista and the United States feel like home. Until ICE agents come for Santi, and Ander realizes how fragile that sense of home is. How love can only hold on so long when the whole world is against them. And when, eventually, the world starts to win.

She Is a Haunting by Trang Thanh Tran A house with a terrifying appetite haunts a broken family in this atmospheric horror, perfect for fans of Mexican Gothic.

When Jade Nguyen arrives in Vietnam for a visit with her estranged father, she has one goal: survive five weeks pretending to be a happy family in the French colonial house Ba is restoring. She’s always lied to fit in, so if she’s straight enough, Vietnamese enough, American enough, she can get out with the college money he promised. But the house has other plans. Night after night, Jade wakes up paralyzed. The walls exude a thrumming sound, while bugs leave their legs and feelers in places they don’t belong. She finds curious traces of her ancestors in the gardens they once tended. And at night Jade can’t ignore the ghost of the beautiful bride who leaves her cryptic warnings: Don’t eat.

Neither Ba nor her sweet sister Lily believe that there is anything strange happening. With help from a delinquent girl, Jade will prove this house—the home her family has always wanted—will not rest until it destroys them. Maybe, this time, she can keep her family together. As she roots out the house’s rot, she must also face the truth of who she is and who she must become to save them all.

Venom & Vow by Anna-Marie McLemore, Elliott McLemore Keep your enemy closer.

Cade McKenna is a transgender prince who’s doubling for his brother. Valencia Palafox is a young dama attending the future queen of Eliana. Gael Palma is the infamous boy assassin Cade has vowed to protect. Patrick McKenna is the reluctant heir to a kingdom, and the prince Gael has vowed to destroy. Cade doesn’t know that Gael and Valencia are the same person. Valencia doesn’t know that every time she thinks she’s fighting Patrick, she’s fighting Cade. And when Cade and Valencia blame each other for a devastating enchantment that takes both their families, neither of them realizes that they have far more dangerous enemies.

Cowritten by married writing team Anna-Marie and Elliott McLemore, this is a lush and powerful YA novel about owning your power and becoming who you really are - no matter the cost.

You Don't Have a Shot by Racquel Marie A queer YA romance about rival soccer players from author Racquel Marie, perfect for fans of She Drives Me Crazy .

Valentina “Vale” Castillo-Green’s life revolves around soccer. Her friends, her future, and her father’s intense expectations are all wrapped up in the beautiful game. But after she incites a fight during playoffs with her long-time rival, Leticia Ortiz, everything she’s been working toward seems to disappear.

Embarrassed and desperate to be anywhere but home, Vale escapes to her beloved childhood soccer camp for a summer of relaxation and redemption…only to find out that she and the endlessly aggravating Leticia will be co-captaining a team that could play in front of college scouts. But the competition might be stiffer than expected, so unless they can get their rookie team’s act together, this second chance―and any hope of playing college soccer―will slip through Vale’s fingers. When the growing pressure, friendship friction, and her overbearing father push Vale to turn to Leticia for help, what starts off as a shaky alliance of necessity begins to blossom into something more through a shared love of soccer. . . and maybe each other.

The Dos and Donuts of Love by Adiba Jaigirdar A pun-filled YA contemporary romance, The Dos and Donuts of Love by Adiba Jaigirdar finds a teenage girl competing in a televised baking competition, with contestants including her ex-girlfriend and a potential new crush - perfect for fans of The Great British Bake Off and She Drives Me Crazy!

“Welcome to the first ever Junior Irish Baking Show!”

Shireen Malik is still reeling from the breakup with her ex-girlfriend, Chris, when she receives news that she’s been accepted as a contestant on a new televised baking competition show. This is Shireen’s dream come true! Because winning will not only mean prize money, but it will also bring some much-needed attention to You Drive Me Glazy, her parents’ beloved donut shop.

Things get complicated, though, because Chris is also a contestant on the show. Then there’s the very outgoing Niamh, a fellow contestant who is becoming fast friends with Shireen. Things are heating up between them, and not just in the kitchen. As the competition intensifies, Shireen will have to ignore all these factors and more― including potential sabotage―if she wants a sweet victory!

My Dear Henry by Kalynn Bayron In this gothic YA remix of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde, a teen boy tries to discover the reason behind his best friend's disappearance—and the arrival of a mysterious and magnetic stranger—in misty Victorian London.

London, 1885. Gabriel Utterson, a 17-year-old law clerk, has returned to London for the first time since his life— and that of his dearest friend, Henry Jekyll—was derailed by a scandal that led to his and Henry's expuslion from the London Medical School. Whispers about the true nature of Gabriel and Henry's relationship have followed the boys for two years, and now Gabriel has a chance to start again. But Gabriel doesn't want to move on, not without Henry. His friend has become distant and cold since the disastrous events of the prior spring, and now his letters have stopped altogether. Desperate to discover what's become of him, Gabriel takes to watching the Jekyll house.

In doing so, Gabriel meets Hyde, a a strangely familiar young man with white hair and a magnetic charisma. He claims to be friends with Henry, and Gabriel can't help but begin to grow jealous at their apparent closeness, especially as Henry continues to act like Gabriel means nothing to him. But the secret behind Henry's apathy is only the first part of a deeper mystery that has begun to coalesce. Monsters of all kinds prowl within the London fog—and not all of them are out for blood...

As You Walk On By by Julian Winters The Breakfast Club meets Can't Hardly Wait with an unforgettable ensemble cast in another swoony YA contemporary from award-winning author Julian Winters!

Seventeen-year-old Theo Wright has it all figured out. His plan (well, more like his dad's plan) is a foolproof strategy that involves exceling at his magnet school, getting scouted by college recruiters, and going to Duke on athletic scholarship. But for now, all Theo wants is a perfect prom night. After his best friend Jay dares Theo to prompose to his crush at Chloe Campbell's party, Theo's ready to throw caution to the wind and take his chances.

But when the promposal goes epically wrong, Theo seeks refuge in an empty bedroom while the party rages on downstairs. Having an existential crisis about who he really is with and without his so-called best friend wasn't on tonight's agenda. Though, as the night goes on, Theo finds he's not as alone as he thinks when, one by one, new classmates join him to avoid who they're supposed be outside the bedroom door. Among them, a familiar acquaintance, a quiet outsider, an old friend, and a new flame . . .

#long post #pride month #lgbtq ya #qtpoc #tbr pile #booklr

[midorisudachi]

Several months ago I was feeling nostalgic & played Dragon Age Origins and Dragon Age II again, about a decade after I had first played them. A few weeks I posted my fan art of my OC & Alistair. Now it's time for my Hawke OC & her love interest!

When I had first played DAII, I made Anders my love interest. This time around, I decided to change things up & make my character go for the broody Fenris. It took a lot to get him to slightly warm up to my character (whom I named "Chevaune Hawke), but then there was that sexy scene where Fenris couldn't help himself and he kissed Hawke, and then she returned the kiss by pushing him against the wall. (I never knew she had it in her! Lol!) But after they got intimate, darned Fenris was already getting dressed, so Hawke asked, "Was it that bad?" To which Fenris replied, "I'm sorry. It's not...it was fine. No...that is insufficient. It was better than anything I could have dreamed." I got why he was afraid to get close to somebody, so Chevaune & Fenris remained "just friends" (no intimacy" for a few years, but I made my character loyal to him.

Eventually, this conversation happened:

Fenris – “We have never discussed what happened between us three years ago.”

Hawke – “You didn’t want to talk about it.”

Fenris – “I felt like a fool. I thought it better if you hated me. I deserve no less. But it isn’t better. That night… I remember your touch as if it were yesterday. I should have asked your forgiveness long ago. I hope you can forgive me know.”

Hawke – “I need to understand why you left, Fenris.”

Fenris – “I’ve thought about the answer a thousand times. The pain, the memories it brought up, it was too much. I was a coward. If I could go back, I’d stay. Tell you how I felt.”

Hawke – “What would you have said?”

Fenris – “Nothing could be worse than the thought of living without you. ”

Hawke – “I understand. I always understood.”

Fenris – “If there is a future to be had, I will walk gladly into it at your side.”

Then they kissed. Awwwww. Ha ha. They had such a complicated relationship but I'm glad my Chevaune Hawke got his heart & affections. Especially at the end, before the final battle...Fenris said, "“I…may not get the chance to say this again. Meeting you was the most important thing that ever happened to me, Hawke. Promise me you won’t die. I can’t bear the thought of living without you.” Notice how I drew him wearing the Hawke logo at his hip? He eventually wears that in the game after a while.

At one point during the game (before all the final battle/ending stuff), Anders questioned Chevaune, stating that he did get what she saw in Fenris & hinted that she be better with him instead! In fact, all my companions questioned my relationship with Fenris! LOL! Varric once stated, "I haven't told anybody about you and that angsty Trevinter elf." Ha ha! Even Chevaune's grumpy arse uncle (Gamlen) said (in a snarky tone), "So you're into elves now? It takes all kinds of people." Oh, shut up. Ha ha. There was a lot more bantering & conversations, but I'm not going to type them here, because it would take up a lot of space! As it is, I already wrote too much! *Grins*

Drawn with Sakura Pigma Micron pens, then coloured in with a mix of Copic Markers & Ohuhu Markers.

Fan artwork © Jacqueline E. McNeese

Dragon Age II/Fenris/Hawke © Electronic Arts/Bioware

#dragon age #dragon age fan art #dragon age fanart #dragon age art #da fanart #dragon age ii #da 2 #dragon age 2 #hawke #dragon age hawke #dragon age oc #fenris #dragon age fenris #dragon age romances #dragon age elf #kirkwall #electronic arts #copic markers #ohuhu markers #traditional art

[inverswayart]

For the OCs questions meme: Harrier Hawke 1, 2, 16, 18, 27! Hyacinth Surana 15, 20, 35, 38! Bernard Amell 10, 12, 32, 19, 44! Marinette Hawke 5, 8, 39, 37, 50! Sunburst Andras (my favorite French asshole <3) 10, 44, 13, 37, 46! Also one of the questions speaks to you more for another character than the one I assigned it to, feel free to answer for them instead haha :D

wow, what a delightful request :D the only problem is that it turned out too long, so i hope you don't mind me posting it in parts by character. anyway, behold: Part 1, Harrier Hawke

1. Do they have any crafting hobbies?

No, not really - while Harrier inevitably picked up plenty of useful skills during his life, none of them interested him outside of their immediate purpose. His cool cousin Bernard, however, has one - following his and Determination’s fascinations with bones they occasionally delve into bone carving and/or squishing Harrowhark-Nonagesimus-style (and yes, he did make a little boner charm once)

2. Do they wear perfume/cologne? If so what scents do they prefer?

Not initially - until act 2 Harrier has very little money/desire to - he considers just being clean enough and would rather have to deal with just sweat then sweat mixed with some cheap shitty thing. During and after act 2 however he starts to use ever stronger flower/herb scented perfume to somewhat hide the smell of healing ointments he uses more and more for his arms (would be stupid to out yourself as a bloodmage just after settling down somewhat) and also cause it’s a thing that rich people do; and since Harrier is also rich now -  why go against the current? esp when it’s nice stuff and not whatever Red Irons were bathing in (and drinking occasionally)

16. Do they have or want kids?

Before and during act 2 he entertained the thought occasionally, a bit more often after reclaiming the estate - Leandra did talk plenty about him getting married and settling the Amell-Hawke family back in Kirkwall (even tho after twins’ deaths Harrier seriously doubted his ability to take care of anyone, not mentioning actual children). After Leandra’s death tho he drops it completely - he never says it aloud but he seriously afraid that his family is somehow doomed to die terrible unnatural deaths, so he is scared to call or even think about anyone as family (even tho he considers Anders and Merrill part of it)

18. How easy is it to become their enemy?

Easier than it seems, harder than it should be - he simultaneously looks like the kind of funnyguy who doesn’t hold grudges (he absolutely does) and while he’s way of plenty of people he usually waits till the very last moment to decide that he hates someone and considers them his enemy (he is a charmer at heart and tries his damn best to not get things to open confrontation. his best isn’t very good but still) So in the end it’s pretty tricky to figure if he is still in jokey-neutral stance with you or he’s already tipped into animosity.

27. Has a chance encounter ever had an unexpected effect on them?

Once upon a time when Harrier had not developed his magic yet some wandering minstrel passed through one of many settlements of Ferelden and stayed at the local tavern, agreeing to play through the evening to cover a bit of the room’s price. Same day Hawkes were passing nearby and risked staying at the tavern to pass the cold and stormy night. Malcolm and Harrier went down to the common to get their food room while Leandra stayed in the room with twins - and so little Harrier witnessed surprisingly soulful rendition of Dane and the Werewolf - or at least that little bit of it he managed to listen in while Malcolm picked up and payed for food. Even after going back to their room Harrier tried to hear a bit more, plastered with his ear against the wall (Leandra made him to bed eventually - with great effort) And so was born Harrier’s lifelong dream - to become a minstrel himself and captivate people with a chord and a word. He got the chance to actually pursue it somehow only by act 2, when he actually got money and time for a tutor. 

#ask #vaguely-concerned #ask game #dragon age #dragon age 2 #m!hawke #harrier hawke #tag for words #tag for OCs

[blairsanne]

What's the Point?

Almighty Johnsons - Anders Johnson, Ty Johnson 578 words

Summary: Ty really doesn't see the point of... anything. Anders thinks it's pretty obvious.

A/N: Just a quick scene idea I had. ♥

Anders walked into Ty’s house, immediately spotting him laying upside down on his sofa, his head hanging off the seat.

“Well that’s a new pose, hanged man.” “Beer’s in the fridge,” Ty answered in greeting, looking almost as miserable as he had when married to Eva - not that Anders had been around for the worst of that.

Anders frowned as he walked past him and into the kitchen, then came back with an open beer. He sat on the chair across from Ty and forced a light tone. “The whole mortality thing stop being fun?”

“Dawn hates me.” “Yeah, most women don’t love their stalkers, Ty.”

Ty sighed heavily. Anders wasn’t wrong; he knew on some level that he wasn’t behaving rationally. He just wanted Dawn back more than anything. He’d literally killed himself to try to find a way to be with her, and it was like the universe was mocking him for daring to try to be happy.

“What’s the point?” “Of what?” “Of any of it? Why bother… doing anything? Existing.” “Well there isn’t one, except… y’know…” Anders trailed off looking down at his beer.

Ty growled in frustration. “God, it’s always about sex with you. I’m being serious here-” “No, that’s not what I meant!” “Then what did you mean?” “Just, that…” He let out a groan, then gestured. “You know, the point of being alive is just…” “Just what?”

“Love, you egg!” Ty scrunched his face up, sitting up as he reeled from the shock of Anders’s answer.

Anders started rambling to explain himself. “You know, just- doing the shit you like with the people you like. That’s all anything comes down to in the end, eh? Sure with me, that’s sex, cuz that’s what I like doing. But with you it’s- it’s running, and watching sappy films, and-er- baking your fucking cupcakes or what have you.”

Ty stared at Anders with a nearly neutral glare. “The point of being alive is baking cupcakes.”

Anders leaned in, narrowing his eyes. “The point is to do the shit you like to do, because that makes you happy. And it makes the people around you happy. Makes the world less of a pile of shit.”

“Anders-” “I know, it’s sentimental bullshit, but it’s right. That’s all people really want, Ty. Everything- chasing women, chasing money and fame, starting families- it’s all just to do shit you like with people you like.”

“I can’t do the things that make me happy with the people who make me happy, because Dawn doesn’t remember me!”

“So we’ll find a way to make her remember!” Anders threw his hands up as though it were no big deal. “Or we’ll get her to forget that you made a dick of yourself and you can re-woo her or whatever- but you have to get over this-” He traced a wide circle in Ty’s direction. “Pity party. It’s not on, and it’s not going to do you any favors with women.”

Ty raised a brow. “You’re going to help me get back with Dawn?” “Well I’m not gonna let you top yourself because you’re packing a sad. Christ.” Anders shook his head and leaned back in his seat.

Ty ran his hands over his face and sighed, feeling a bit better. “Thanks, Anders.”

Anders shrugged again, looking away. “Well, y’know… You’re one of the people I like doing things with.” Ty let out a soft laugh. “I love you too, dick.”

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[thorinoakenbutt]

As the Moth Sees Light

It's been a few months since I last wrote anything, but I got bit by the DA2 bug recently! Also found on AO3 here

Rating: T Ship: Hawke/Anders Relevant tags: meet-cute, pre-relationship, bad flirting, protective siblings, suggestive themes

"Maker's Balls, and I thought Uncle's house smelled bad."

A sound halfway between a snort and scoff answered Hawke as she bent to pull her dagger free of the corpse with a sickening squelch. Straightening, she twirled the blade in a tight circle, only just managing to resist the temptation to wipe its bloody edge on the sleeve of her father’s old coat. A quick glance down at herself confirmed that the worst of the arterial spray from the poor, dumb sod had missed her. Good. One less argument to have with Carver later that night while she did the washing in the tiny room they shared. Maker forbid she get blood on her clothing, as though she hadn’t spent the last fourteen years having to do that exact task on a near monthly basis. 

“Must be behind on my payments,” Varric muttered beneath his breath, nudging the Coterie thug with his boot. Another half dozen bodies littered the ground behind them, half of which were skewered with crossbow bolts. Hawke had to hand it to the dwarf - he and Bianca were handy in a fight. Without their addition, she likely would have had to find a dank corner of the already dank sewers in order to use her magic to heal their wounds.

“Are we certain that that Lirene woman isn’t giving us the run-around?” she asked idly, glancing back at her brother and Aveline. Carver hovered close to her, his familiar, grouchy presence at her back providing a comfort she could never voice aloud. He had a smear of blood on his cheek that she had to bite down the urge to lick her thumb and smudge away. He’d always hated her fussing, even when they were children. At least it didn’t look like the blood belonged to him. “I know that Grey Wardens like to while away their hours in the Deep Roads, but surely even those don’t reek this much.”

“Even with the taint?” Aveline scoffed, expression pinched. She lingered at the rear of their party, protective as always, with her hand resting on the pommel of her sword in a white-knuckled grip. The end of their scuffle with the Coterie didn’t put her at ease, gaze shifting quickly around the cistern’s passageways for other threats. The shadow that flitted across her face as she spoke sent a dagger of guilt twinging through Hawke as she remembered the good Ser Wesley. 

The one who threatened to drag the Hawke sisters before the templars for the crime of apostasy. Lips quirking into a wry smile, she shoved the feeling deep down into the mental box where she kept every other troublesome emotion. He was dead, and Bethany was dead, and now her priority was ensuring Carver and their mother had a roof over their heads. Preferably one nicer than their uncle’s.

As they turned a corner, Hawke hop-skipped over the legs of yet another corpse - or perhaps this one was simply sleeping, judging by the snoring - whose legs jutted out into the walkway from an alcove. Varric walked in step with her, drumming his fingers in an off-beat rhythm against Bianca’s wooden stock. He was the only one of them that looked more or less at home in the sewers. His ambling gait brought to mind a casual stroll through Hightown’s Garden rather than the crime-riddled shithole they waded through. “Stink or not, this would be as good a place as any for a mage to hide,” he mused, eyeing the way Hawke sashayed down a flight of stairs in time with his tapping. 

“You hear that, Cat? Maybe you should move down here,” Carver teased, lightly kicking the back of her knee as she reached the bottom step. He laughed when it buckled beneath her, though his hand shot out to catch her elbow before she could pitch face first into the dirt. 

“Ha, you’re hilarious,” Hawke deadpanned, shoving her dagger back into its sheath before she could decide in favor of ‘accidentally’ letting it ‘drop’ straight into her baby brother’s thigh. The little voice in her head that precluded every bad decision she’d ever made tried to reason with her that it wouldn’t be anything she couldn’t heal herself. Probably. They were meeting with a magical healer, anyway. Hopefully. 

They came to a second set of stairs that she took three at a time, bounding up them with renewed energy. A door was set into the wall with a conspicuously lit lantern, just as Lirene had promised. A crowd of refugees gathered around the door in a loose circle, most of them with varying degrees of injuries or illness. Coming to a half, Hawke chewed her lip and considered how best to proceed. 

“Where there’s injured members of the Carta and sick children standing in a queue without it devolving into a brawl, there must be a healer,” she whispered to her companions. Drawing the still wet dagger back from its sheath, she approached her brother. “Quick, Carver - look pathetic.”

He scowled down at her, eyeing the blade warily. “What? Why can’t you play the damsel for once?” Hawke ignored him, plucking the leather away from his skin to stab a hole through it without risk of harming him. Then she smeared the blood down his front, frowning thoughtfully at the end result. It didn’t look bad . Perhaps the dim light filtering through Darktown would hide just how fake it was. Carver hissed angrily at her, but no matter. She’d stitch it together again later in lieu of an apology. 

“Because,” she explained, patting his chest in a pantomime of comfort. His already impressive glower deepened and she huffed. “Listen. When a big, strong man like you goes down, you know it’s bad. They’ll let us through.”

Carver rolled his eyes, placing his hand on her shoulder to shove her away. “Carver,” she whined, drawing his attention back down to her. She pouted, unafraid to pull out all the stops. Add a little quiver to her lip, some mistiness to her eyes, and… “Please?”

He wavered. The stubborn set to his jaw loosened before he clenched his teeth again. Hawke let a single tear roll down her cheek, internally exulting when he sighed in certain defeat. All but collapsing against her, Carver moaned as if in pain for good measure. She wasn’t the only good actor in the family. Varric joined them, drawing Carver’s arm across his broad shoulders for support, leaving Aveline to watch them in reproachful judgment at the lie. 

“Out of the way! The kid needs a healer!” Varric bellowed. Dozens of eyes landed on them at the commotion and Carver let his head loll forward, playing the part to perfection. The crowd parted, faces drawn with worry as they rushed by. Aveline darted ahead of them, propping the door open with her hip as she glanced back to ensure no one moved to stop them. 

The door shut behind them, blocking out the cacophony of Darktown with a thud. Hawke surveyed the interior with interest, breathing deep of the scent of magic and herbs that lingered heavily in the air. It was strangely homey, in a dirty kind of way, strangely reminding her of their father. Fighting back the wave of homesickness, her eyes were drawn to the hunched back of the man who could only be the healer as he bent over the prone form of a child lying on a table. 

His hands wove creation magic like he was born to it, drawing the healing energies into the boy as naturally as breathing. There was a bone-deep weariness in the slope of his shoulders and that made something inside of her ache. Hawke bit her lip hard enough to feel the skin split, the copper tang against her tongue providing enough of a distraction to strengthen her resolve to do something. She’d march straight back to Lirene’s shop once their business was finished to donate some of her meager earnings with strict instructions that it go toward a meal for the man. Maybe a nice sandwich with all the trimmings. 

The magic snuffed out as the boy stirred, his parents rushing to his side as the healer staggered away. Hawke followed him with her eyes, frowning as he caught himself against the wall and swayed on his feet. His blonde hair had half escaped a tie he’d used to hold it back from his face, letting the strands fall into his face and obscuring it from view as he bent to suck in deep breaths. He’d overdrawn on mana, Hawke realized.

Her hand flew to her pack, fingers searching for a lyrium potion before she stopped - another refugee, perhaps an assistant, rushed to his side with one at the ready. He pushed the glass into the healer’s hands and he nodded his thanks before tossing the blue liquid back like a shot. 

Carver’s impatience got the better of him and he cleared his throat, drawing the Warden’s attention. His amber eyes snapped to them, meeting her gaze for the briefest of moments and Hawke froze. He was handsome.

His was a narrow face with shadowed eyes, tired but kind with lines that crinkled at the edges even as he frowned at them. Hawke admired his long nose, her imagination running away from her with thoughts of what it might be like to sit on that lovely face and missed the way he dropped his gaze to the daggers at her waist. She did notice his eyes narrowing, darkening with righteous fury as he looked to Carver, then Varric, and finally Aveline. 

The Warden lunged for his staff, his long, slender fingers wrapping around it like - Hawke snapped out of her daze, inhaling sharply as she realized she’d been holding her breath. She took an instinctive step in front of her brother, laying her hand on his arm as he reached for his own weapon. Heart pounding for a wholly different reason than being faced with a pretty man, she knew she had to diffuse the situation before it got ugly. The other refugees were sure to take poorly to their sole doctor being threatened. 

It was an easy enough task once she got the man talking about his cat. The Grey Warden - Anders - didn’t let his guard down entirely as he ranted about the order he’d left behind, allowing her a moment to examine him more closely. He was thin, painfully so. There were dark circles beneath his golden eyes that spoke to sleepless nights yet there was a fierceness to him that drew her closer like a moth to flame. “Maybe I’ll double it and get him a nap and a sandwich,” she mused quietly, thinking about her impending donation. 

The sharp jab of an elbow to her ribs brought her back to the present, and she stepped on Carver’s foot in retaliation. When she dragged her gaze back to the healer’s face, she flustered as they locked eyes again. “So if you’re not here for healing or to cause trouble for me…what do you want?” he directed at her. He’d clearly decided that she was the leader of their merry band, like so many before. 

‘You,’ is what she absolutely couldn’t say no matter how desperately she wanted to. Anders blinked in surprise before his mouth curled into a warm smile, exhaling a chuckle. And Lirene said he wasn't a smiler. Maker. Her earlier words about marrying him rang in her ears, taunting her. Carver groaned in disgust and she felt her stomach drop into her feet as she realized that she’d said it after all. “Ah,” she said stupidly. Staring at the dirt floor beneath her feet, she willed it to open and swallow her whole to save her from her mortification. 

“Somehow I doubt that’s why you came all this way,” Anders said, his smile turning wry. Hawke felt her face heat at his light-hearted tease and tried to hide the way she faltered by clearing her throat. Carver’s impatient shifting beside her reminded her of the real reason they came. It was no time to flirt with handsome healers. 

Clearing her throat a second time, she decided to try again. “We need to know how to get into the Deep Roads.”

That wiped the smile off Anders’ face, his lips curving into deep frown the moment she said their intended destination. “No,” came his firm reply, planting his hands against his hips to add to the sternness of it. 

Hawke grimaced at the finality in that single word. "We have good reason for wanting to go," she tried to reason, taking a step toward him with her hands raised palms up. She wasn't above going down on her knees for him to beg, though she'd rather not have an audience for that . Her eyes dipped to his hip region unbidden at the thought, wondering what he'd look like out of his robes. "My mother's an Amell and-"

"Amell?" Anders perked up at the name, as did a small number of the patients still in the clinic. Ah, good. If the family was still known within the city, then perhaps the name still held some leverage after all. Having them in his debt would be a powerful gambit. "I knew an Amell once, back in Kinloch Hold." 

Hawke wracked her brain for the stories Mother used to tell of her family. Magic had shown itself in the bloodline before she ran off with an apostate and had two of them herself. "That must have been our dear cousin…two times removed?" she stated, glancing at Carver for confirmation. He shrugged, shifting from hip to hip in anxiousness at the eyes on them. "Why Anders, that practically makes us family already!" 

The healer pursed his lips at that, fighting back another smile. He gestured for them to follow him further into the clinic, leading them to a far wall that held a few scant boxes filled with bandages and herbs. Reaching into one of the boxes for a bunch of dried embrium, Anders plucked the petals before dropping them into a mortar atop a table a short distance away. "The answer is still no," he said at last, eyes sliding to her face. 

Hawke threw her hands up in exasperation with a huff. That drew a true smile out of him, one that darted across his face before he was able to temper it back into a look of stern neutrality. "I don't know what sort of 'get rich quick' scheme this is, but the Deep Roads are dangerous. They aren't a place to go traipsing around for treasure." 

"That's a rather bold assumption to make, isn't it? What if we're simple sightseers? I happen to have quite the interest in history and Varric here-"

"Is a member of the Merchant's Guild," Anders finished for her. He gave the dwarf an appraising look before turning back to her. "If you're going to lie to me, at least make it believable." 

"It's not a lie," she pouted, not missing the way he glanced at her lips. "I do like history. When it's not boring, at least." 

"We're funding an expedition," Varric butted in, interrupting their banter. He idly tugged on the straps of one of his bracers before looking up at the healer with the same winning smile he gave Hawke when they met. "You know, Blondie, if you provided any assistance at all - even something as simple as a map or two - we'd be more than happy to offer you compensation. Coin. Protection. Supplies for this clinic of yours." 

Anders hesitated. "I'm sorry, but I just can't take that risk," he replied, shaking his head slowly. Pulling out a pestle, he began to grind the red petals into a fine powder. "I may not be with the Grey Wardens any longer, but memories of the Deep Roads and the darkspawn are fresh enough that I can't in good conscience send anyone foolish enough to risk the taint to their doom." 

"We're getting nowhere," Hawke heard Carver complain from behind her. "Listen here, mage-"

She panicked. Flailing for another tactic, whether to calm her brother or convince the Warden, she exclaimed, "Wait!"

Carver ignored her, brushing her aside before she could decide which man to handle. She watched anxiously as her younger brother squared his shoulders and the way Anders tensed his own, not turning away from the poor flower he was in the middle of pulverizing. She saw the electricity crackle over his fingers, though, and her mind went blank. 

"You can tell us how to get there, willing or not," she heard herself say before Carver had the chance to. As her brother spun to look at her in surprise, she went pale. So much for peaceful solutions. Well done, Hawke, you've threatened the healer after all.  

"Hawke," Aveline hissed in disapproval and warning both. Varric simply shut his eyes and gave a long, suffering sigh. 

The troubled expression that had marred Anders' handsome features morphed into one of anger. He spun to face her, stepping into her space to bring himself chest to chest with her and Maker he was tall. Hawke squirmed in the face of his fury, pressing her thighs together and hating that she found that attractive. There was probably something very wrong with her, but she couldn't bring herself to care with him close enough that she could see the golden lashes that framed his eyes. 

"Don't threaten me, little girl," he growled down at her. How was that fair? Hawke pressed her thighs even tighter together as a stab of heat speared her. She was transfixed. 

Oblivious to her internalized shame spiral, Carver scrambled for his sword in a much more normal reaction to the threat. Just as quickly as he'd approached, however, Anders stepped away, breaking the spell. Hawke threw out her hand to keep her brother at bay. 

"You can't imagine what I've gone through to get here," the Warden spat bitterly as he returned to his work table. Bracing his palms against its surface, he slid his gaze between the two siblings. "I'm not about to-"

"I'm sorry," Hawke blurted, desperate to salvage things somehow. She quickly moved to his side, hopping up on the table and ignored the way it creaked precariously beneath her weight. Anders didn't move away, though he watched her warily. Crossing one long leg over the other, she knit her fingers atop her knee and affected a look of contrition. "I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot. We haven't even introduced ourselves!" 

Anders followed the line of her leg with his gaze before exhaling slowly. He turned and leaned against the table, facing away from her. "You already know my name," he pointed out, refusing to look at any of them. 

"So does the whole of Darktown and half of Lowtown, it seems," Hawke replied in a light tone. She dared to reach out and gave his feathered pauldron a ginger pat. "I'm Hawke," she continued brightly, watching some of the surliness melt off of him. 

Emboldened, she gestured to the rest of her companions. "You know Varric by now, of course. That's Aveline - she's a guard here in the city. And the tall glowering fellow is my brother, Carver." 

Her brother's brows impressively furrowed deeper at the change in tactics. " Her name is Cat. We're both Hawke." 

Anders' animosity disappeared entirely at that. "Siblings? That explains the way he's stood over you like a guard dog this whole time, I suppose." He paused. "Your name is Cat?" he asked, granting her a curious look.

"It's short for Catelyn. Mother's sense for irony - I'm a dog person, believe it or not," she breezed past the query, narrowing her eyes at her brother for his big mouth. Two could play at that game. She grinned at the way Anders' nose wrinkled, his interest quickly giving way to disgust. "Regardless, it's not my fault that everyone simply calls me Hawke." 

"Of course not. It's not at all the fact that you never bother correcting them," Carver replied with a roll of his eyes. Hawke stuck her tongue out at him, resulting in a series of rude hand gestures that rapidly flew between them until Aveline broke their line of sight of each other. 

"Enough! You're both worse than children," she barked, pulling them both up short. The man said no. It's time to find another way."

Chastened, Hawke ducked her head while Carver crossed his arms and glared at the wall. She shot Anders an apologetic look and hopped off the table. "No hard feelings, I hope," she sighed. "My own grasp of creation magic is…shaky at best, and you never know when you might need a healer in a place like Kirkwall." 

"Cat," her brother gasped, voice strained beneath the special kind of angry he became when he was scared. He grabbed her arm to haul her away from the Warden, fingers pressing painfully through the fabric of her sleeve. "Shout it from the rooftops next time, why don't you? I'll watch Mother cry while the templars drag you away."

Anders had gone deathly still, eyes rounding in a surprise that brought a giggle bubbling up out of Hawke's chest. "You're a mage?" he asked in a voice that was little more than a whisper. His hands fluttered like he wanted to draw her back to him then wrapped around his middle. 

"As my father before me," she confirmed airily. Carver shook her for her foolishness, scowling as she wriggled out of his grasp. Once free, she stepped closer to the healer. Close enough that he could reach out for her if he really wanted to. She wanted him to. 

No. Bad Hawke, her brother was already furious with her. She batted away her sudden desire to be held by a near stranger and wrestled it into her mental box alongside the other Bad Thoughts. When Carver pulled her away the second time, she let him, quirking her lips at the way he placed himself between them as though Anders himself wasn’t an apostate. But he was stubborn, like their pet mabari. The Warden gave an oddly wistful look at the two of them that made her heart ache anew. 

“Carver, it’s alright. He’s hiding from the templars too, so he’s not likely to turn me in.”

“Never,” Anders affirmed with a vengeance, a steel edge curling along his voice. His eyes took on a strange light, almost looking blue for a moment. Hawke frowned but he was turning away from them to pace agitatedly, muttering to himself beneath his breath. Glancing at the others, Varric caught her eye and shrugged. ‘Mages, right?’ his expression read. She gave a half shrug back. She liked to talk to herself sometimes too, so she had no room to judge. 

Taking the Warden’s distraction as their cue to leave, Hawke gave an awkward wave of her hand. “Alright, well…very sorry for disturbing you, Anders.” He paused in his pacing to look at them, eyes widening again. “If you ever need some muscle, or a sandwich, or a night off…well, we spend most evenings at the Hanged Man.” She turned to go, gesturing for the others to follow when his voice stopped her. 

“Wait.”

Hawke half-turned, twisting at the waist with her lopsided grin already in place. “Missing us already?” she teased, faltering when he retained his serious expression. Not so much as a smirk or an amused snort in response. Her smile slipped in turn. 

“You can have my maps, though not for free,” Anders said in a rush. He took a step towards them, and then another. “A favor for a favor. Does that sound like a fair deal? You help me, I’ll help you?”

The sudden shift put Hawke on edge. He’d refused when offered payment, protection, and supplies, so what would make the man change his mind? “I don’t do anything involving children or animals,” she replied reflexively. 

His lovely lips turned down at the edges in confusion. “What?”

She shrugged in response. “We also had to go through a lot to reach this shithole of a city, including selling ourselves to a mercenary company for a year. I found that it’s good to have standards for jobs you might take.”

“Ah. It’s nothing quite so dire, I assure you. Compared to traveling into the Deep Roads, it shouldn’t pose an issue,” Anders continued, edging ever closer. Hawke inclined her head in acknowledgement, indicating for him to continue. He locked eyes with her and she knew she’d agree to anything he asked. 

“I came to Kirkwall to aid a friend.”

#Handers #Anders #Hawke #f!hawke #Olivia writes #Catelyn Hawke

[montaners]

was that álvaro rico spotted down at the shoreline of east hamptons main beach? must just be camilo montaner the twenty seven year old model, influencer and heir. whenever i hear sirenas by taburete it reminds me of them. they are known for being argumentative but they make up for that by being determined. they have been living in the hamptons for two days.

basic stats ;

⟶ full name: camilo hernán montaner de luna ⟶ nicknames: no nicknames, absolutely hates being called cam. the only thing he hates more than that is being called milo  –  you might as well just slap him in the face while you’re at it ⟶ three things he likes: finding new vegan recipes, music in spanish, enrique iglesias ⟶ three things he dislikes: people who ask too many questions, dirty fingernails, bad mannerisms ⟶ gender: cis male ⟶ height: 5 ‘ 9 ⟶ age: twenty seven ⟶ birthday: december 5, 1995 ⟶ zodiac: sagittarius sun, aquarius moon, scorpio ascendant ⟶ right handed or left handed: fully ambidextrous ⟶ eye color: baby blue ⟶ hair color: black ⟶ piercings and tattoos: no piercings, no tattoos ⟶ languages spoken: spanish ( native tongue ), italian, and english ⟶ sexuality / romantic orientation: homosexual / homoromantic ⟶ place of birth: barcelona, spain ⟶ last five songs listened to: en esta habitación by libido, no te preocupes por mi by leiva, testa tra le nuvole pt. 1 by alfa, manda una señal by maná, el perdedor by enrique iglesias ft. marco antonio solís ⟶ five aesthetics: jetting off somewhere because you’re bored, stress shopping, light blue eyes gazing into the sunset, getting up at 5 am for a daily morning jog, being the pickiest eater known to mankind ⟶ character inspo: ander muñoz from elite, isak valtersen from skam ( og skam ), brando pacitto from baby

background story ;

camilo was born to britta incanti and lorenzo montaner in barcelona, spain. his mother is an italian model and fashion designer who was miss italy in 1993, and runner up for miss universe in 1994, and his father is owner and heir of hotel and resort chains called montaner ( literally equivalent to hilton hotels ). needless to say, his family on both sides comes from a lot of money, and have pretty much bought into anything you can think of. gas companies, gastronomy business, electric, you name it, his family is somehow involved

camilo, being an only child, grew up with anything materialistic anyone could ever think of. all he had to do was point, and it was being handed to him without any type of questions. he was spoiled, practically born with a golden spoon in his mouth, in the public eye. his family was widely known in europe and also had business’ world wide, which meant he had a rather public life since he could remember

to anyone, his upbringing sounds like a wet dream, and in a way, it kind of was. i say ‘in a way’ because his life isn’t as picture perfect as everyone thinks it is. simply put, his parents were never really present. he grew up with the best help money could buy  –  nannies, butlers, personal chefs, maids, people who worked for his family and treated him like he was the last cup of water in the middle of the desert. he had it all, minus the people who were supposed to love him the most

they missed his birthdays, christmas, important holidays, things that any parent should be present for, they were never around. instead, he was always surrounded by people who were literally paid to care for him. he was never really held as a child, never hugged when he was sad or sick, and because of his rather cold upbringing, this made camilo an equally cold person

due to constantly being in the public eye, he became cynical and calculated. in his eyes, everything was a game. nothing was unattainable to him because of his hefty wallet and no one was genuinely worthy of his time. at least, this is what he grew up thinking

he grew up feeling an insane amount of pressure. despite his parents not being around, they always let him know that what the world thought of them, the idea people had of him, was everything. the way he looked and acted was all that mattered, and carrying this with him since he could remember was a lot to deal with

he quickly became obsessed with his physical appearance. what he wore, down from his shirt to his shoes, how his hair looked, how his skin appeared and his weight especially, became everything for him. camilo would rather die than go out wearing sweats or looking anything less than impeccable  –  he simply had to look his best or he wouldn’t go out at all

his earlier years consisted of traveling a lot. he lived in his mother’s hometown in the amalfi coast in italy for a few years, traveled back and forth to any country his heart desired, and would leave as soon as he grew bored with where he was staying at

by the time he’s fourteen, he decides to move to los angeles to start high school there, mostly so he could better his english, but also because his family had contacts there and he knew a few celebrities

this is how he meets his first ever boyfriend, dani, when he’s sixteen. truth be told, camilo wasn’t a fan of him at first. they were polar opposites and he considered dani to ‘not be at his level’. he doesn’t know how it happens, but he somehow makes his way into camilo’s cold ass heart, and soon enough, they begin to date. dani was someone camilo would have never considered, but he basically falls head over heels for him. he’s the first person who makes camilo feel less cynical, like he doesn’t have to be perfect or do everything so impeccably so. he makes him feel real, like he actually matters to someone and isn’t just a display case for the world to judge. simply put, he makes him feel things he never thought he would feel before, makes him see things from a completely different perspective

unfortunately, this romance is short lived when dani disappears one day, with no warning. camilo tries not to let it get to him, but he’s so hurt by this move, he ends up going to a boarding school in san francisco and finishes high school there, heading back to his hometown, barcelona, two days after his graduation

at this point, his trust issues are at an all time high. he has a very difficult time letting people in and mostly maintains superficial relationships with everyone, without much depth, or any depth at all, really

he basically becomes even more obsessed with his physical appearance, especially when he gets signed to a modeling agency by the time he’s nineteen. to camilo, the way he looks becomes everything to him, up to the point where it becomes unhealthy

he’s modeled for a few brands in the past before, but when he actually gets signed to an agency is when he starts to feel the pressure. being around his peers, for the first time in his life, he doesn’t feel like he’s above them. in fact, he feels inferior to them. some of the names are so big, that the importance of his last name doesn’t mean anything to them. never wanting to be below anyone, he starts working extra hard to make sure he’s on their level, or better than they are

! tws for eating disorders, fainting, hospitals and body dysphoria for the next four bullets, read with caution or skip over this if you’re triggered ! his habits start off so small at first, that he genuinely doesn’t see it as a problem. over exercising is only the beginning, but soon enough, he starts cautiously watching, and counting, the calories of the stuff he eats. when this isn’t proven to be enough, he switches to a vegan diet, and it just escalates from that point on

to be honest, he was never overweight. in fact, doctors would tell him he had to gain some weight in the past, but despite this, he didn’t feel good enough. more so, he felt like he could be better. he became obsessed with any little flaw he would pick out of himself and would work endlessly to fix it, or make it less noticeable. one of his more genuine friends in the modeling industry flat out told him he had a problem, but camilo brushed it aside and kept ‘working’ on himself. by working on himself, i mean practically torturing himself with unhealthy diets and extreme exercise routines

the worst part is that he really didn’t think he had a problem. he struggled with an eating disorder and body dysphoria for over six years, until one day, six months after his twenty sixth birthday, he ends up passing out during a photo shoot. waking up in the hospital, he’s told he has pretty bad malnutrition linked to an eating disorder and is recommended to seek help. at this point, he weighed ninety seven pounds ( almost forty four kilograms )

it’s at this moment that he realizes that he’s not okay. despite not being quite ready to get the help he needs, he ends up checking himself into an inpatient clinic in madrid that specializes in eating disorders and mental health. he’s there for three months and it’s basically hell for him, the hardest thing he’s ever had to do, but... he does get better. by a lot. ends up gaining the weight he needs and see’s a nutritionist to work out a ( healthy ) vegan diet for him. after leaving said clinic, he goes back to los angeles to continue working on his modeling career and meet his sponsors. he’s there until december, and afterwards, makes the decision to move to long island in a pent house his parents own, wanting to be far away from anyone he’s ever known and start fresh

headcanons

truth be told, camilo still does struggle a lot with his weight and appearance. he knows better at this point, but it’s still something he deals with on a daily basis. his habits aren’t unhealthy anymore, but he’s a very picky eater. he’s literally the type of person to separate food on his plate and eat it in different sections, one at a time. he will probably never go back to harming himself the way he did for so long, but he still carries that part of his life with him. he has a healthy diet and exercise routine now, but god knows it took him a while to get there

he can be a real pain in the ass when it comes to keeping things clean. i wouldn’t say he’s ocd, but he can be a borderline neat freak. things have to be tidy otherwise he literally can’t sleep

he enjoys drinking alcohol from time to time, but that’s about it. he hates weed because of the munchies and used to chain smoke cigarettes, but thankfully, that’s a habit he’s broken out of. he’s tried coke and dabbled with it back in spain when he was going through everything he was going through because he liked how it takes away your hunger, but he doesn’t really do anything now, claims he’s ‘high off life’

even though he makes it seem like he doesn’t want anyone or is too good for anyone, deep down inside, camilo really wants to be loved. he wants a boyfriend who will turn into his husband, he wants a kid and a house, and he wants an actual future with someone, despite showing anyone who has ever been interested in him romantically the complete opposite ( minus dani rip )

he has a cat he named draco meowfoy, clever twist on his favorite movie and book character, draco malfoy. his cat is one year old and a ragdoll cat, basically the sweetest cat ever, acts more like a dog than anything

he’s a model and an influencer, future heir to the business’ his family owns. he has thirty five million followers on instagram, and an equivalent amount on tiktok and other social media platforms. he has a ton of money besides that, but he makes a very good amount of money on sponsorships ( his favorite ones so far have been brands like adidas and colgate )

when you really get to know him ( which is rare ), he’s goofy. nothing like that ‘i’m better than you’ persona he puts on for the whole world to see. he has an idiot side to him that likes corny jokes and puns, enjoys knitted sweaters and dad jokes

he plays piano, has been playing since he was four years old, but this is a rather hidden talent of his. he’s a huge example of ‘what you see isn’t what you get’ because people tend to meet him and make up their minds on who he is, but the truth is that he has a ton of layers, a ton of hidden parts of himself that very few people, if not no one, really know of

camilo is also a huge example of ‘money doesn’t buy happiness’ because he has anything materialistic any person could ever dream of having, but deep down inside, he’s not genuinely happy. he definitely has depression, but doesn’t take medication for it

he wants to live a relaxed life here, far away from the chaos that was barcelona and the shit show that was los angeles. he wants a place where people don’t really know who he is, somewhere he doesn’t feel pressure to be ‘perfect’

when he does let you in, he’s loyal. he doesn’t believe in cheating on people and will defend you until the end if he considers you a true person and genuinely likes you. if he doesn’t, it’s the complete opposite. he can be a very fake person for the sake of being ‘diplomatic’, but will literally trash talk you if he isn’t a fan of you. he can say everything to your face as well, but prefers to subtweet about you if you’re not someone he’s fond of

he was offered a spot on a reality tv show in spain with other models, living in a mansion and getting into shenanigans, but he turned it down. the show was similar to ‘hype house’ and he feels like he dodged a bullet with that one

he is a huge fan of enrique iglesias, has been to six of his concerts and has personally met him three times. loves him to death, literally man crush monday all day every day

he has the tiniest accent when speaking english. it’s barely noticeable and will become more prominent if he’s really angry, but for the most part, his english is really, really good. he’s fluent in spanish, english and italian, and even though he speaks all three languages perfectly, his preferred language is spanish, and literal thought process is in spanish as well

i’m gonna end this here because this is long as hell, but below is his birthchart for some extra tea!

birthchart ;

#hhq:intro #flashing gif tw #eating disorder tw #mental illness tw #hospital tw #fainting mention tw #body dysphoria tw #i think this is all the tws but lmk if i missed one skdfnvjkdfnvd #i aint proof read so if u see 500 spelling errors woops skjdnvdjfv

[mymarblesaregone]

Click.

This is a short story I wrote when I was still in high school. I'd love to hear some feedback on it. TW: violence, implied suicide, drug use, alcohol,

Tim,

I just heard about your new job. I really hope it works out, you deserve a win after all that bullshit with she-who-will-not-be-named. I still can’t believe what I heard but I agree, moving out to Cali is definitely the best choice. Well, I’m leaving for open water later this month so let me know if you’re not busy. Maybe we can set something up before I go. And Tim, try not to dwell on the past too much. I know what he did was terrible but you gotta move on.

Rooting for you bro,

Anders

I want to start off by saying that it wasn’t my fault. No matter what the cops say. I know you’ve seen the news. I want it to be clear that I have no idea what anyone is talking about. I’ve made mistakes but who hasn’t? I was tired. I’m always tired. But that doesn’t matter now. All that matters is what’s happening now. I’m in a new state, and I can finally get my fresh start. All my problems can finally just go away, while I-

“Hey, you okay?” 

I snap back to reality as the checkout clerk taps me on the shoulder. He’s a small kid, not much of a presence, probably a few years out of high school. I was that young once, wasn’t I? It feels like a million years since then.

Yeah, I just spaced out. I reply, trying to keep an air of confidence. For whatever reason, this kid unnerves me. Maybe it’s something to do with his face. He has such a tired face for a kid, like he had already been through sixty years of heartache and exhaustion. It’s all wrong, he must have stolen that look, that face. I wouldn’t be surprised if I walked outside to find a seventy year old investment banker with a blank skull lying on the curb. I hate it. I can feel those tired eyes judging me, judging the variety of sleeping pills and chips I drop on the counter. It brings back some memories I’d rather not think about again.  I pay for my crap and leave.

Walking through the streets of suburbia in the middle of the night used to calm me down, back when I came here as a kid. It was an escape from the busy streets and problems of the city. Well, I guess it still is. That’s probably why I’m here now. Maybe I should revisit some memories. I call a cab. It’s not ideal but it’s the only way to get around out here without my own car. If I remember right, I have about twenty minutes. Waiting around outside isn’t too bad on an autumn night I guess. Who am I kidding, yes it is. I claw open a bottle of pills. I don’t care which ones, I just need something to take the edge off. 

Click.

Swallow. 

Sigh.

That’s better. I think I need a drink. I have time, all the cab drivers are either drunk or asleep at this time of night.  I stumble over to a nearby club, the pills kicking in. The bouncer is busy dealing with some junkie on the street so I sneak in. I hear blows land behind me as I walk through the door. Ugh. I have such a headache. I sit down and rest my head on the bar.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The bartender looms above me, a towering example of someone who peaked in junior year of high school. I’m guessing football team. Not a quarterback, his arms were too evenly toned. No, the broad shoulders, beady little eyes, and an unearned sense of pride give him away. Second string linebacker. Just close enough to glory to hang out with the popular guys on the team but not enough to get the cheerleaders. His cut-up tee stretched around his ostentatious biceps. I don’t need this. 

“I said, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he growls at me. Not wanting a fight, I get up and walk away, ignoring his yells as I leave. Waiting outside, I hear the sounds of a fight inside. Smashed glass, banging on wood, a chair breaking over someone’s back, a skull busting through a jukebox. What kind of bar still has a jukebox? After about twenty minutes, a man taps my shoulder.

“Lookin’ for a ride?” His gruff voice seems familiar but I just can’t place it. Maybe it reminds me of my dad. Or at least someone’s dad.

“What’s your name?”

I tell him my name is Martin. It’s not, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Well, I’m Rever. Want to do something fun?”

When you’re in a bad place, you make bad decisions, and there are few worse places than some random guy’s apartment at three in the morning. Nothing good happens when you’re sleep-deprived. I wake up in his bedroom, inside a dilapidated old apartment. Vague memories of climbing a gate and breaking a lock come back to me. Flashes of the gas station and that kid. Why did Rever need to break into his own apartment? Is it his apartment? It’s been a day, no, three? Who knows? Time has felt fake since I left Pennsylvania. My head is still pounding. 

“Let’s get some breakfast, eh?” That same gruff voice from last night pulls me back from inside my head. “I know a place.”

The place turned out to be a piece-of-crap diner on the west side of town. It seemed familiar, maybe I came here as a kid. We grab a booth in a corner, overlooking the river running through the city. I ask for eggs and a coffee, the waitress ignores Rever, as if she knows who he is already. Knows what he is.

“So what’s a loner like you doing in a place like this?”

I didn’t answer. How could I answer when I didn’t know?

“Alright, keep your secrets.” I chuckle a bit at the outdated reference, just so she drops the subject. We finish our food, chatting about how awful it is the whole time. I guess Rever is capable of small talk. Why do people do things they know will be terrible? We force ourselves to go to the same terrible diners, the same terrible jobs, the same terrible people, all to die one day. What’s the point? To consume media and products until we die? What kind of life is that?

The next week is a blur of people, drugs, and Rever. How many days have passed? I wake up. I eat. I go out. I black out. Rinse. Repeat. Only two things stay constant. Rever, and my splitting headache. I do anything I can to dull the pain but it’s all temporary. I’m falling deeper and deeper and there’s no one to catch me.

I’m alone.

I miss Tim.

But I’m not alone. Rever is there. Pulling me deeper. Pulling me off the edge. He doesn’t care. He stays cold. But he keeps the pain away, even if it’s only temporary, like a band-aid and a lollipop for a bullet wound. 

A good distraction.

He invites me out. A party, kind of. A bar, drinks, blacking out again.

I wake up in Rever’s apartment. Something is wrong. He’s nowhere to be found. In his place is a strange man lying in the bed beside me. He looks familiar.

It’s the boy from the gas station.

Rever appears through the broken door. He motions for me to keep quiet and points at the man. I finally notice the slight red tinge spreading through the sheets. I would’ve screamed a month ago. Now, I barely blink. Rever is no stranger to inviting strangers home only for them to have an “accident.” This is definitely the most brutal though. And he looks so much like Tim, more than the rest. I stand up, mildly phased but really just thinking.

Great. I have to run again.

Next thing I know, Rever and I are flying down I-84 in a stolen pickup truck. The truck picks up more and more speed and Rever’s face cracks into a disturbing grin. His eyes close and his hands drop off the wheel. It’s not the first time someone has done something like this to me. I know what to do.

Tuck and roll.

Aim for grass.

Protect your neck.

Luckily, Rever drifts to the right when he’s high, just like I do. Peeling myself off the grass, I stumble off into the distance. I hear the truck slam into a lamppost or a tree. Something tall. I might as well just turn myself in now. Hell, Rever is the one who killed the guy, I’ll be fine. A state trooper department appears in front of me, like some boot-licker made a wish on a shooting star. Walking in, I get a few stares. I am covered in blood and bruises after all. I give my name to a receptionist. After typing my name into her computer, her face goes pale. She makes a call and about twenty officers burst into the room pointing weapons at my face.

I don’t even blink.

Why should I?

I’m dragged into an interrogation room. A million questions are asked. I don’t know the answers. I wouldn’t tell them if I did. They tell me if I cooperate they’ll reduce my sentence. Otherwise they can’t help me. They found my fingerprints. They had CCTV footage. It all blends together. They call me a junkie, a drunk. That’s fair. They call me reckless. Also fair. They called me a murderer. A serial killer. That caught me off guard. I didn’t kill anyone. I’ve never even hurt a fly. Charges are hurled like stones at my face. There are pictures, security tapes.

An injured bouncer, lying on the ground. 

I place my hand on the black eye I’ve had for a week.

A man is thrown into a jukebox while another swings a chair.

The deep cuts in my back flare to life.

Breaking and entering. Climbing in through the window. Alone. 

Bruises on my legs and arms start throbbing.

Murder. 

My head is screaming.

Murder.

No.

Murder.

I refuse, I can’t accept this.

It hurts.

 The trial is quick. I don’t even ask for a lawyer. The jury looks disgusted while the charges are read. I don’t care. Why should I care what they think when I’m disgusted with myself. I’m guilty, we all know it. I don’t contest anything. Surprisingly, they stop short of giving me the chair. Just three quick life sentences and I’d be free to go. Prison isn’t so bad. Hell, they even gave me my own room with a desk and a bed all to myself. I meet a guy, Charlie, who says he can get anything into or out of the prison. I make friends with him quickly.

It’s not hard to give up. Really, it’s the easiest thing in the world. You give up when you quit a job, quit a game, quit a relationship. But it’s another thing to give up control. It’s something that can’t be explained easily. All at once, it’s the easiest and the hardest thing a person can do, to just relinquish everything. Prison was a godsend and hell all at once. I never have to make another decision. Well, after this next one. 

Damn, I should’ve thanked Charlie when I had the chance. Are those my last thoughts? I guess it could be worse, even if the main question on my mind is how clean the cold steel in my mouth is. It tastes like sweat and fear. Something tells me I don’t want to know how he got it into the prison. I know what comes next. The acrid smell, the blinding light, and a deafening crack.

Shoot. I guess Rever wins. 

Or… I guess I do.

I’m sorry Tim.

It was all my fault.

Click.

#writing #beginner writing #short story #violence #tw sui implied #dark #tw drinking #queer author

[grimelven]

the hanged man if it was a discord server…

#I’ve been having to much fun with this… #that bachelor arts degree is coming in handy I swear #no this isn’t anders hate I just feel like if they were to have a roast session anders would be the one they roast first #yes I gave Varric sunglasses he deserves them <3 #dragon age 2 #da2 #anders #isabela dragon age #hawke #garrett hawke #carver hawke #fenris #fenris dragon age #aveline vallen #varric thetras #merrill dragon age #dragon age meme #sebastian vael #shit posting with aj

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

That lil Fenris appreciation post did surprisingly well so i think it's high time Merrill gets one, cos every time she stands up to people who belittle her i gain 5 years to my lifespan 😌

[TEXT ID: Text 1: Anders: So, when you first did blood magic, it was…just an accident, right? / Anders: You cut yourself and realized the power? You didn’t actually deal with a demon? / Merrill: Oh no, I did. / Anders: Why would you do that? / Merrill: I needed his help, he was really very nice about it. / Anders: Of course he was! He’s using you to get a foothold in a mortal brain! / Merrill: He’s a spirit. He offered me his aid. I hardly feel like you’re one to criticize.

Text 2: Anders: Maybe you don’t really understand the difference between spirits and demons. / Merrill: Did I ask you? / Anders: Spirits were the first children of the Maker, but He turned his back on them to dote on His mortal creations. / Anders: The ones who resented this became demons, driven to take everything mortals had and gain back the Maker’s favor. / Merrill: Your “Maker” is a story you humans use to explain the world. / Merrill: We have our own stories. I don’t need to borrow yours.

Text 3: Anders: Do Dalish honestly not recognize the difference between demons and beneficial spirits? / Merrill: We’ve never thought of the Fade as the home of our gods. / Merrill: It is another realm, another people’s home. No different or more foreign than, say, Orzammar. / (If Varric is in the party) / Varric: You can say that again. / Anders: But have you never studied the types of demons? They break down very clearly into different sins- / Merrill: Spirits differ from each other, just as you and Hawke and Isabela are all human. / Merrill: More or less…

Text 4: Merrill: Are you alright? / Anders: I nearly killed an innocent girl. How could I be all right? There is no definition of alright that fits this state. / Merrill: I’m sorry. / Anders: You’re sorry? For me? This could be you! You could be the next monster threatening helpless girls! / Merrill: Anders… There’s no such thing as a good spirit. There never was. / Merrill: All spirits are dangerous. I understood that. I’m sorry that you didn’t.

Text 5: Anders: I don’t know why I’m bothering with this, but you do realize it is crazy, right? / Merrill: Believe me I noticed. If I had any other choice, I’d take them. / Anders: You have choices! You always had choices! Stop using blood magic. Get rid of that damned mirror. / Merrill: Oh in that case, I will head back to Kirkwall and throw it away, right after you abandon the plight of the circle of mages.

Text 6: Merrill: What right do you have to question us? Is your Justice any different? / Anders: Yes. Keep your illusions then. Maker knows I won’t be the one to change them.

Text 7: Fenris: You are more naive than I thought. / Merrill: What have I done to you now? / Fenris: To me? Nothing. Not yet. / Fenris: To yourself- you can’t even begin to imagine the number of mages that have walked down the path you’re on now. / Merrill: My clan didn’t believe in me. If you don’t believe in me either, I won’t mind.

Text 8: Merrill: Poor Anders. / Fenris: You pity him? He’s dangerous to himseld and everyone around him. / Merrill: I think he’s broken the thing he wanted to save. / Fenris: You pity him because he’s you. / Merrill: Breaking the things you love most isn’t restricted to mages, Fenris. / Fenris: Sadly true.

Text 9: Aveline: You’re incredibly talented, Merrill. I can see you are meant for great things. / Merrill: Thank you! / Aveline: But…You’re stupid. / Merrill: I’m sorry, what? / Aveline: Don’t you think it would be better to work on where you are now, instead of recreating old glory? / Merrill: No. No, that’s kind of the opposite of what I’ve been saying. I’m the stupid one? Whatever.

Text 10: Merrill: Your master must have been a terrible man, to make you hate mages so. (If Alone has been completed) / Fenris: He was, now he’s dead. / (Otherwise) / Fenris: He is a terrible man. He’s not dead. / Merrill: We’re not all like him. / Fenris: How often I hear that, and yet, how often I find it’s not true. / Merrill: The Keepers are different. They evist to preserve the old ways, and to protect our people. / Fenris: And none of them would ever fall prey to a demon, or perform blood magic. / Merrill: It’s impossible to talk to you! /END TEXT ID]

(ID by @calicostorms)

#i didn't bother to screencap all the convos so wiki screenshots will have to do this time x'D #but anyways in this house we love and respect merrill #she may be prideful and stubborn but she's not naive #and her being snarky gives me so much life #da2 #merrill #lay rambles

[doctormage]

jumping in on the anders apologism bc now i'm feeling strongly about it too, it's also just baffling to me how people can play da2 and villainize anders. bc youre right, the game spends a lot of time showing you chantry atrocities, plus one of the most interesting things about da2 to me is the prominent theme of how oppressors control the narrative, yet so many people miss it! the framing device for the entire story is varric telling the story of how a rebellion started to a chantry seeker, recounting chantry injustices but in a dark room away from the public, where it can be suppressed. that means something, but people still call anders a terrorist or murderer and i'm just like. well that's an interesting way to refer to slave revolts, lol. kind of the entire point was that the chantry lies to justify religious persecution and villainizes anyone who resists, but i guess you somehow missed that and are doing it for them...

“the prominent theme of how oppressors control the narrative” yes!!!! fuck!!!!

it’s especially funny to me given how they kinda beat us over the head w that in DAI (which obv came out after DA2 but like, we can use it as a lens to look at previous games bc it’s been out for 8 fucking years and we’re all somehow still arguing abt its predecessor lol). even the first two I can name just off the top of my head — the shit w the seekers wrt tranquility & the shit w inquisitor ameridan — are both instances of the chantry lying about their shittiness & those lies having serious long-standing implications for the entirety of thedas, but ESPECIALLY for marginalized groups (elves, mages, tranquil) (not to mention how trespasser explores similar ideas but i don’t want to derail)

also failing to acknowledge varric’s role as the storyteller AND the situation in which he’s being forced to tell the story, like you mentioned, is some big fat beef i have w DAI. how are yall gonna constantly bring attention to the fact that DA2 isn’t a direct narrative but instead a story being told while being interrogated by not just a seeker but THE RIGHT HAND OF THE FUCKING DIVINE, then want to demonize the revolutionary YOU created so bad that you backpedal enough to be like no varric was telling the 100% pure unbridled truth actually. he has a perfect photographic memory and remembers everything exactly as it happens, and then he wrote it down as such with zero exaggeration at all. despite him literally saying on multiple occasions that he loves to lie and sensationalize. not with this tho we trust him. HUH???

and don’t even get me STARTED on how they named the mage underground as such to draw parallels to the actual fucking Underground Railroad and were then brainless enough to be like “well that’s bad actually :/” lmao????? girl (gender neutral) WHAT??

but yeah at the end of the day youre absolutely correct, people will fall for this shit even at the hands of the fantasy catholic church and refuse to see otherwise. the games can straight up tell and SHOW us that the chantry & all the organizations that report to it (the templars, the seekers, the circles) are corrupt and LIE!! outright LIE and kill people to protect those lies, and still people will be like “okay well what about the rich people huh? what about all these made up scenarios i created to make myself feel better about hating when the oppressed stand up to their oppressors?? I’m enlightened for saying all violence is bad, even when it can put an end to more violence<3” lmfao not only are they doing the brainwashing themselves, like you said, but imo a lot of them are missing the point on purpose ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#i have sooooooo so many fucking thoughts abt this #I’m also thinking of that one post that explains why it’s so gross when ppl like awakening anders but not da2 anders #that ends w something like ‘he’s no longer the image of the perfect minority who doesn’t stand up to his oppressors’ or something #I’m gonna find it and rb it bc yeah!! that’s exactly it!!! #anyway all aboard the anders defense squad train choo choo #da #anders apologist archive #long post

[barbex]

6. Fugitive

You know, I wanted to write something else and then this happened

For @18daysoffenders​, a scene with Anders being angry that his friends ignored him for years.

EDIT: Heads up! I changed the ending. It’s been bugging me all night, it was bad. So now I changed it. It’s a 100% more sad now. Sorry.

Warning: sad ending

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“Anders?”

They’re calling for him. It’s Hawke’s voice, and Merrill’s. He ducks into an alley to get away from them. The air is heavy with the dust from the chantry explosion, it works in his favour now as he hides from his friends. His former friends. They’re not his friends anymore, not after what he did. 

Anders recognises where he is and, with a few more turns, he reaches the gap in the city wall that leads to a set of old stairs, down the cliffs of Kirkwall. He has taken freed mages down here before. So young they were, slipping on the rickety, unfamiliar stairs, and tiring so quickly. He often wondered what had become of these young people, pale from never having seen the sun and hardly equipped to survive outside of the Gallow’s walls. Fugitives they were. Just like him now. 

At least he knows how to survive in the wild. He should be able to find a place to hide for the night in the forest under the Sundermount. And then... somewhere. Nevarra, maybe.

At the bottom of the stairs, he looks back at Kirkwall. A cloud of dust still hangs over the city. Never again will the towers of the chantry loom over Hightown and he can’t find it in his heart to regret it. No more compromise. No more peace keeping. They may hate him now, the mages, the people of Kirkwall, his friends. They can all hate him now, it won’t touch him. He hardened his soul for this weeks ago.

He walks fast on the old paths, leaving the city behind. At a copse of trees, he turns into the forest, leaving the path. This isn’t his first time of running away, he learned the hard way not to stay on well trampled paths. He steps carefully around patches of flowers and soft grass, anything that keeps the memories of foot prints. 

He’s been a fugitive before, he can be a fugitive again. It’s not like he lived in a life of luxury lately. Except for those nights at Fenris’ mansion. He wants to push those memories away, the warmth, the closeness, the gentleness. He doesn’t need those memories, he’s on his own now. Alone. He doesn’t need this anymore. 

It’s harder at night. He had the sun before, the gentle wind carrying the scent of the sea and wildflowers to him. That was nice. Now it’s dark, the wind has died down and the cave he hides in is cold and wet. He can’t sleep. He’d forgotten how loud nature is at night. 

He must have fallen asleep though at some point because he wakes to the stars shining. With one moon bright in the sky, it’s surprisingly light outside and Anders decides to walk again. As long as it’s not raining, he should keep going. Adjusting his pack on his back, he grabs his staff and steps out of the cave. 

“Anders.” 

His breath gets stuck in his throat. This has not been his plan. He shouldn’t have found him so quickly. “Fenris.” He can’t look at him, he can’t think of what he gave up. Anders looks at the staff in his hand and leans it against the rocks. “What do you want?”

“What do I want?” Fenris closes the distance between them and glares at him. “I want to know why you did it.”

“It? You have to be more specific.” It hurts to be like this. This mean. As if they never whispered loving words to each other. As if they didn’t cling to each other, saying how much they needed the other. 

“You know what I mean.”

“Do I, Fenris?” Oh, it feels good to yell into the night like this. “I honestly don’t. Freed mages? Exploding chantry? Whatever could you mean? I’ve only been talking about the abuse of mages for what, five, six, seven years? None of you took me seriously, not even you, I was well aware.”

“That’s why you pushed me away?”

“It wasn’t your fight. You told me many times.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Really? How did you mean it?” The sound of his own voice carries into the night, vicious and angry. It’s his own pain he lays onto Fenris, he’s well aware of it but for a moment it feels good to let go like this.

Fenris looks at him, his eyes glowing pale in the darkness. Like two stars in their own sky. “I just wanted to be happy.” 

“I know. We all do. But some things are bigger than happiness.” 

“You gave it all up. For an idea. You gave me up.” 

Anders laughs out bitterly. “As if I ever had you.”

Fenris looks startled. “But you did.”

Anders shakes his head. “No, I didn’t. I was... convenient for you. And I ate up the attention you gave me like a starving man. It doesn’t matter. I always expect too much, want too much.” He straightens his back and looks up at the moon. If only the pain in his chest would go away. “Are you here to kill me?”

“No.” 

“Then I’m gonna keep going.” He grabs his staff and walks. His vision swims from tears in his eyes.

“Anders, wait.” 

Anders stops, leaning his weight on his staff. “Don’t make this more difficult than it is. For a while, we were happy. That’s a wonderful memory, keep it that way.”

“But what if I also wanted more?” Fenris' voice is almost too quiet to hear.

“You didn’t even listen!” Anders whirls around to him. “None of you did. This was my life! For years I tried everything, for years I talked about the abuse, and my best friends didn’t even listen.” He takes a shaky breath, fighting against the tears. “It was the most important thing in my life and my friends made jokes about it. And the man I loved forbade me to talk about it. There could never be anything more. You didn’t even listen.”

Anders turns back on the path and walks, one foot in front of the other. At first he doesn’t notice that Fenris is following him, the elf’s steps silent on the mossy ground. Anders stops and turns around. 

“What do you want now?”

Fenris looks anywhere but at Anders’ face, wringing his hands. “You called me the man you love.”

Anders’ chest wants to crush in on itself. “We can’t help our feelings.”

“What if I love you too?”

Anders digs his teeth into his lip to stop himself from screaming. “This isn’t one of Varric’s romance novels. Love isn’t a solution to differences.”

“But I —”

“I know!” It’s almost a scream. Not the scream he holds back, but almost. “I know it hurts. I know it feels unfair. I know —” he presses his fist against his chest. “I know exactly how it feels.” 

Fenris just stares at him. He looks so hurt, so confused. The urge to hug him and tell him that everything is going to be fine is like a physical force that Anders can barely resist. He wraps his arms around himself to keep himself away. “I know how you feel. It will fade, you’ll get over it.”

At last, Fenris explodes. “How can you just say that? Was it all nothing to you? Just a warm bed at night, a simple fuck? Was that all?”

“And to you? Don’t act like you poured your heart out for me.” Anders has to turn around, turn away from the hurt in Fenris’ eyes. “I loved you, I wanted to share everything with you. But you never let me in. You hate everything I stand for. I couldn’t talk about my worries, I couldn’t talk about the pale children I sent out on this very path here, who didn’t even know how to survive. I couldn’t talk about the young mage who smiled at me one week and the next his smile was gone forever. You didn’t want to hear it. You didn’t want to know about my life.”

Anders drops his staff and whirls around, fire burning in the palms of his hands. “But this is me. I’m a mage, and now I am a criminal and a fugitive. Your life and my life have nothing in common anymore. Maybe we never did.” 

The flames reflect in Fenris’ wide eyes and he holds them up a bit longer. “Go. Go back to the life you’ve built. The life of a free man, enjoy that. You’ll find someone new, someone you can talk to. Someone you want to listen to.” 

The fires die down and all of his strength seems to die with them. Anders picks up his staff and leans his weight on it. “Maker be with you, Fenris. Don’t let the world push you down.” He turns away before he can see Fenris’ expression and forces his feet to walk. 

For a moment of desperate hope, he thinks Fenris follows him, but it’s only the noise of some rodent scurrying across the path. His vision blurs as he keeps walking. One step after another.

#18daysoffenders #fenders #fenders fic #Fenris x Anders #dragon age fanfiction #my writing #made it sad #sad ending

[spiderlingh]

Élite Season 4 Review

as an og fan of élite who’s been binging every single season on the day it came out, i watched the fourth season yesterday. here’s my thoughts. obviously includes spoilers for both the new season and some short stories.

the short stories of carmuel and caye/rebe/guzman were the best for me.

the new characters were… uh… how do i put this nicely

ari is the new lu. but less interesting. hated her at first, felt kinda sorry for her at the end though.

mencía is a cardboard copy of miss marina. 🙄

idk how to feel about their dad?? uhhh

i was really hyped for phillipe’s character (idk how to spell it i’m sorry lmao) but man what a letdown.

ya know what… i really liked cayetana this season! i felt neutral about her before but i rlly liked her this season. wish she’d had more screen time.

THEY BUILT UP GUZNADIA FOR THREE SEASONS ONLY FOR THEM TO BREAK UP WITHIN THREE EPISODES AND HAVE GUZMÁN GO AFTER A DIFFERENT CHICK?? W H A T

i liked ander back in season 1… but his character just becomes less and less likeable over the seasons. fight me.

shoutout to samu’s hair this season. hot.

okay but what the fuck was up with all the fucked up relationships this season?? omander. carmuel. guznadia. samu and guzmán. samu and rebe’s friendship, which come on, could’ve gone back to the way it was back in s2.

speaking of rebe, this girl got hurt way too much this season?? pls stop she deserves happiness thanks

HAHA i forgot patrick… no. nah. i didn’t like him.

i cannot stress this enough: FUCK LOVE TRIANGLES. for me it worked in season 1 with carla/polo/christian because they actually seemed to be into polyamory and it actually benefited the fucking plotline around covering up marina’s murder. but that was it. AND THEY HAVE ONE OR TWO EVERY SEASON. it’s exhausting. jesus.

HEY BY THE WAY… what happened to la inspectora from the first three seasons? ma’am?? where you at?? the kids fucked up again and someone nearly died. then someone actually died.

the mystery this season was so fucking dull. like i forgot what was even going on kinda dull. the interrogation scenes were not nearly as compelling as in the previous seasons, they didn’t give you chills, didn’t make you wonder what the hell happened.

you don’t even need a murder mystery to make it interesting. season 2 was my favorite season, and there was no murder mystery — samuel had gone missing. his disappearance and the interrogation scenes were interesting, no one saw the guzmán teamup coming or his relationship with carla. it was exciting and thrilling and this season did not have that even a little bit.

solid plot twist. i’ll give them that. i did not really see that whole armando storyline coming, although i did figure out he had something to do w it because they kept him around for so long.

at the end after guzmán shot that mf in the back i was like NO DONT LEAVE THE BODY?? and then i saw he and samu and someone else i think (i don’t even remember man) dropped his body into the lake. i liked that, reminded me of the trophy.

the fuck is up with the fasion getting more and more extra this season? compare the party outfits from season 1 to the ones we have now. a little extra is good, but now they’re just plain ugly. anyway s1 and s2 fashion >>>

that one scene in the restaurant where guzmán spoke of marina and the way she was as a person and a daughter… that was so well written. i feel like so many people (the writers included) forgot about marina bc she was the first to die and only appeared in season 1, but still. like this teenage boy lost his sister (and so much more) in such a short span of time. i’m glad they at least acknowledged it.

dude… obviously i know that the show isn’t realistic at all but these kids have been through so much. guzmán has been through the worst shit. losing his little sister to murder and then his best friend as well? seeing him die in his fucking arms? and the other kids? they’re still teenagers man. it is beyond wild to think that they’d be as carefree as they were displayed to be this season.

obviously that joke rebe made in the short story about not being able to take any more interrogations and murders and shit was, well, a joke, and it was delivered well, but if you think about it… come ON. they’ve been through hell and back. the show has never been just light-hearted, it has dealt with several serious issues and deaths and murders and things like that. these kids are broken. why couldn’t they have shown more of that? or at least acknowledged it a little? have someone go to fucking therapy??

i thought overall the whole season was underwhelming. kinda boring.

before the season came out, someone said that they didn’t think the show could thrive without carla, lu, nadia, valerio, polo… and i agree now.

i feel like this season had such a different vibe than the previous seasons. not in a good way.

i miss season 1 and 2 man. those seasons had the best mystery, the best vibe, the best cast. i don’t just miss carla, lu, polo, valerio, nadia… i miss christian and nano as well.

even the soundtracks of the previous seasons were better. i’m sorry to sound this negative in the whole review but man i waited so long for the new season only to be disappointed.

you could consider this a small rant. might add more later.

#elitenetflix #valerio elite #rebeka elite #elite season 4 #samuel garc?a dom?nguez #guzman osuna #nadia x guzman #carla roson caleruega #lucrecia montesinos

[queerspacepunk]

“I accidentally punched a Templar. A few times. At least ten.” for fenris/anders?

this was fun!! (thank you to everyone sending prompts through and I'm sorry if you sent yours ages ago and i haven't gotten to it yet. the muse is a sneaky little shit.

So, You Accidentally Punched a Templar, Now What? - Fenris/Anders for @dadrunkwriting

potatowitch Aug 21 - “I accidentally punched a Templar. A few times. At least ten.” for fenris/anders?

Hawke calls as Anders is unlocking the door. He should, probably, let it ring out and call Hawke back all of the few minutes later it’ll take him to get inside and get the door secured behind him, but he there’s been enough close calls in his past to make this a habit he’s not entirely ready breaking.

“Hey,” he says, voice probably muffled as he pins the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he attempts to wrestle the door shut without dropping his keys, bag or phone.

“Hi,” Hawke says and it’s almost sweet that he’s trying to sound casual, “have you seen Fenris?”

“Not since the other night at Varric’s,” finally getting the door shut, and frowning, “why, did something- Maker fuck!”

Anders manages to drop his keys, bag, and phone, and in a sense, himself as he startles, tripping over his own feet. He grabs at the phone, Hawke’s indistinct but alarmed voice squeaking from it, and finds it mercifully unbroken.

“Found him,” Anders says, just a touch breathless.

“Is he okay?”

“Well enough to break into my bloody house,” Anders grumbles, buying himself a second for his eyes to adjust enough to the dim light to get a proper look at him. He’s not so much skulking in the shadows as he is propping himself up on the wall.

“How did you make it in here, anyway?” Anders asks, carefully, intentionally.

Hawke gets it, “I’ll come over.”

--

It takes Hawke all of ten minutes to get there, with his shortcuts, which gives Anders just enough time to establish that Fenris isn’t going to bleed all over the couch, move him to said couch, and fetch his cart of illegal and misappropriated medical supplies out from the closet.

He doesn’t need an ambulance, which is good, given that his presence here suggests that the local hospital isn’t really an option.

“Any insides on the outside?” he asks, sitting back on his heels.

“Blood,” Fenris says, gesturing half-heartedly at his face. His nose was clearly bleeding at some point and there’s a cut on one cheekbone, under a rapidly bruising eye.

He’s made it through a concussion screen (yes, probably) when he hears Hawke’s quiet rap on the door, and Anders gets up to let him in. He and Hawke have a brief, silent conversation in the hallway, composed mostly of facial expressions before leading him through.

None of them live a life where they can be entirely shocked by violence, and Hawke had obviously had some idea that Fenris was in trouble, but he still hisses when he sees him.

“So,” Hawke says, perching on a foot stool, “what happened?”

Fenris makes an attempt at staring Hawke down, but Hawke’s already settled into that casual ‘I could wait all day’ vibe that’s always made Anders think he’d be a surprisingly good teacher.

“I may have accidentally punched a templar.”

Anders chokes, “excuse me?”

“A few times.”

“Fenris!”

“At least ten times, I wasn’t counting.”

Anders turns, eyes wide to give Hawke A Look, and then back at Fenris, and then to Hawke again. Fenris has made a lot of progress the last few years, true, but there’s a lot of distance between ‘not turning Anders in the templars’ and punching one.

He doesn’t mean to laugh, but he’s had a fuck of a long day, and couldn’t even make it in the door without a brief stint of thinking he was in a blighted horror movie, and now Fenris is telling him he punched a templar. Repeatedly. There’s no stopping the snort coming out of his nose.

He wants to hire an artist to paint a giant mural of it on his wall.

“Did you uh, punch them, or punch them?” he asks.

Fenris raises an eyebrow at him only to end up wincing.

“I think what he’s asking,” Hawke clarifies, “is whether or not you fisted someone?”

Fenris’ ears twitch, and he gives Hawke an utterly scandalised look.

“Now, now,” Anders cuts in, “given it’s done safely and consensually, and with enough lube, there’s nothing wrong with a little sexual fisting.”

He gives Fenris a wink, just to wind him up, but the look Fenris turns on him is considering. Anders stores that away for later.

“Regular punching,” he admits finally, which isn’t as fun, but does make it less likely that a full on investigation is going to be launched.

“Wait,” Anders says, sobering, “you punched a templar, and then came here? You do realise they know who I am? The only reason they’re not on my doorstep as it is is luck, and all that bribery and corruption that Varric’s ‘not doing’.”

“I wasn’t followed,” Fenris says, halfway between petulance and apology.

“I’ll call Carver,” Hawke says, standing up and laying one steadying hand on Anders’ shoulder, “I didn’t see anyone on my way over but I’ll check with him in case.”

“Hawke, no,” Anders says, “you don’t need to-”

“No.” Hawke says, cutting him off, “if he’s going to insist on this ‘changing things from the inside’ bullshit, he’s going to have to walk the talk.”

He wanders off to the kitchen before Anders has a chance to argue any further. He’ll feel bad about it, sure, but he will feel better to know the templars aren’t about to break down his door. And if they are, well, a head start’s always nice.

“Next question,” he says, turning back to Fenris, “what exactly inspired you to punch a templar.”

Fenris looks like he’s not going to answer for a moment, but he sighs, and does, “I overhe-” he tries again, “They were behaving in an unacceptable manner. I tried to tell them they were out of line and things... escalated.”

Templars are always out of line, anyone can see that. Fenris has seen that, plenty of times, it must have been something serious, he must have heard something serious for it to elicit this.

He catches Fenris’ eye, and then looks toward where Hawke is in the kitchen, and drops his voice, “was it to do with Bethany?”

Fenris shakes his head.

“Seriously, Fenris,” Anders hisses, heart suddenly racing, “you have to tell us. If they were talking about Bethany and then you roughed them up- we need to let Hawke know, you don’t know what the Circle’s like, she’ll be in danger.”

“Mage,” Fenris says, and it’s only when his hand reaches out to catch Anders’ forearm that he realises he’s halfway to getting up, “it wasn’t about Bethany.”

“I-” Anders sinks back down, frowning. “wait, you- you punched a templar, upward of ten times-”

“It was two templars actually.”

“Two templars. Does that mean it was five each or?”

“Like I said, I lost count.”

“You punched two templars, many times, over...”

“Yes.” Fenris says, swallowing thickly, “they don’t know that that’s why, I think, I just said I took issue in general.”

Anders really, really doesn’t know how to process that, but he does know that he doesn’t hate it. Not really. Not at all.

“You know,” he says, because Fenris is starting to look distinctly uncomfortable, “I think that’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”

Fenris splutters, “that’s not! It wasn’t- I don’t- not in that way.”

Anders grins, “I think you do though, I really think you do.”

#the question is: #will i ever stop writing fics in which fenris gets himself injured and reluctantly allows anders to fix him up? #and the answer is: #no. no i will not #fenders #dragonage #dragon age #fan fiction #fix it in post #dadwc

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Prompt list | All ships

I realized that, aside of my Taylor Swift Bingo, I haven’t made any prompt list... All you have to do is send numbers and a pairing to my ASK! 

↡ Here’s some of the pairings I write for ↡

JJ Maybank x Reader (outer banks)

Rafe Cameron x Reader (outer banks)

John B Routledge x Reader (outer banks)

Stiles Stilinski x Reader (teen wolf)

Derek Hale x Reader (teen wolf) * NEW

Victor Salazar x Benji Campbell (love, Victor)

Ander Munoz x Omar Shanaa (elite)

Jess Mariano x Reader (gilmore girls)

MCU!Peter Parker x Reader (Spider-Man) * NEW

** p.s. I will write for other pairings if I feel like it...so you just can ask if your pairing isn’t on the list (as long as it’s one of the fandoms I blog about)

↡  The prompt list ↡

''You're too hard to forget.''

''You're jealous, aren't you?''

''Kiss me again.''

''Don’t you dare walk out that door.''

''Well, that’s a dumb rule.''

''You don’t love him the way you love me.''

''Will you stop being reckless for one fucking minute?''

''Don’t leave me.''

''I’m not going anywhere without you.''

''Please, don’t cry.''

''You told me you loved me so why did you go away?''

''I missed you.''

''If I kiss you right now, I’m not going to be able to stop.''

''It’s 2am, what are you doing here?''

''You’re all I have.''

''I only bought this dress so you could take it off.''

''You're infuriating.''

''I don't know if I want to kiss you or kill you.''

''All I ever wanted was to be enough for you.''

''You were my everything.''

''I’m worried about you.''

''We’re not going to work if you aren’t honest with me.''

''I hate that I love you.''

''You’re not that person anymore.''

''I'm too drunk for this shit.''

''You hear me, but you don’t listen to me.''

''Touch her and you're dead.''

''You can’t keep living in the past, it’s only gonna make you miserable.''

''I lie to everyone but you.'' 

''We’ve crossed the friendship line a long time ago.''

''My brother can’t know about this.''

''Stay the night. Please.''

''I can't believe you talked me into this.''

''Forgive me.''

''It breaks my fucking heart to hear you cry.''

''God. You’re such a simp.''

''My parents want to meet you.''

''I don’t talk to anybody else. I don’t like anybody else.''

''Can you please come and get me?''

''I’d rather hang out with you.''

''Love makes us do crazy things.''

''You make my heart feel some type of way and it’s freaking me out.''

''You won’t let anything bad happen to me, will you?''

''Who told you that?''

''My parents aren’t home.''

''You’re the best thing that happened to me.''

''Give me another chance.''

''I want to kiss you again.''

''I was hoping we could be more than friends.''

''I wasn’t done kissing you.''

#prompt list #writing #Outer Banks #teen wolf #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #john b routledge #john b routledge x reader #john b routledge imagine #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski x reader #jess mariano x reader #jess mariano

[timingmatters]

Okay so its been long enough that i ranted and watched elite that idc for it anymore lmao. The shitty writing pissed me off, i ranted about it, and was ready to move on. But something that alarmed me happened today. Like seeing first hand the real life negative effect the messages of the series sent to people.

Its about Patrick’s character. Now i have a lot of issues with him, including the lowkey racist vibes he had towards Omar all season that were never addressed. But more than that, this is about consent. Since ep 1, Patrick tried BLACKMAILING Ander to fuck him to help Omar. After Ander told him multiple times to back off he still fully touched his dick until Ander physically pushed him off and left. This was ep 1. Now, we can rant about Ander and even Omar’s reactions and the drama. But this isn’t about the drama. Is the message of consent being shown in the series. Since ep 1 Patrick’s motivations, directly stated by him, is that saying no to him (including sexually) is a problem for the other person because he always gets what he wants. While the drama and Ander + Omar’ actions caused them to break up, it was directly bc Patrick kept trying to manipulate them both with sex and kept pushing even after he was told no. Not only in the first ep, but even when Ander tried to say they couldn’t have sex anymore because Omar didn’t want to be open anymore. He still kept pushing. He got MAD about being told no sexually.

I talked a lot about the writing from a plot perspective and the drama. But today im here to talk about consent. I wanted to be done talking about this season, but I just saw a post on fb with over 30k shares and likes talking about how they wanted to be Patrick in the club scene with Ander on the first episode (where he kept touching Ander even when Ander was like “mhmmm… lets not” multiple times). While ik the Omander relationship has been fucked by the writers, i still see comments about how Patrick and Ander could have been so good bc they are hot (and this comes directly bc a lot of viewers now don’t care for the plot, even less for the queer characters and the writers are aware, so all their storylines are incredibly sexual and viewers watch it for the sex and how hot it is). I have seen a lot of praise or wanting to behave like Patrick bc is hot. When his character has a horrible view on consent. And a lot of people are romanticizing it. Hell, i have seen feminists share it bc “it was so hot” and no talk on how rapey Patrick’s behavior is the more you think about it. His whole storyline was him being mad he was told “no” sexually in the first episode. People tend to not look at consent as hard when it comes to queer men vs girls in media (and ik girls are the primary victims of assault in real life, but online we don’t talk enough about consent within the lgbt community, including girls. We don’t talk enough about consent with wlw either). And i hate that Elite didn’t necessarily portray Patrick as the good guy, but they never addressed that kind of behavior either.

Same with Cayetana. Her and Phillipe (Philippe? I have seen different wording lmao and i dont watch with subs so idk💀 i forgot lmao). They are a couple this season and a lot of people ship them. So many vids online of their relationship. So many edits of their sex. And i have not seen people talk about how he literally tried to assault her and then said she was leading him on. At the very least, unlike with Patrick, that behavior was called out and addressed in the series, but it was still overlooked fairly quickly. This season of Elite has really bad messages regarding consent and normalizes really bad behavior, and it succeeds in doing so because people online are going with it. Thee storylines and behaviors were not written to start conversations, but rather for drama driven by sex. And for such a heavy sex show, the consent is off a lot.

It just made me really uncomfortable seeing so many people online talking about how hot these situations were and completely overlooking and being fine with how these situations lacked consent so much.

I feel like i was repetitive a lot, but alas is 5am and i’m writing this because i saw the fb post being shared about how hot the Patrick and Ander scene was in s1, when it borderlines (i think even explicitly IS) assault. To put your mouth on someone’s genitalia after they clearly said NO more than once, even if they hesitated a little or said it jokingly, is still assault and i got pissed at people praising it so i wrote this xxx

#elite #tw assault #bc i guess i talk about it i dont wanna trigger anyone!! #omander

[writingfromkitchenator]

1,500 Followers Challenge!

The Title/Trope Challenge!

Again, thank you all for all your support!  You are all amazing and I truly cannot thank you enough for helping me get this far.  It’s certainly a milestone that I never thought I’d see.

Straight to the challenge!

Basic rules apply ~ there are 30 songs and 30 quotes posted below, pick one from your fandom with your character.  This will be open for a while as 2 requests per song/quote.  The only rule is here is, is that the requests cannot be from the same fandom.  I will try and keep the lists as updated as I can to try and avoid cross overs!

The extra - This time around, send me either a title and/or a trope to base to the fic on.  They can be as weird and wonderful as you want, or something simple.  In your ask, just specify which you are sending me and I’ll do the rest from there!

Recap:

Send me an ask with your request

Include your fandom and character

Choose a song and quote

Give me a title and/or a trope to base the fic on!

In saying that, please remember that this is all just a bit of fun, I’m sure you can have a laugh at some of the quotes below (based off of some of my favourite movies).  Please send all requests through asks, it’s easier for me to keep track of, and let me know of any questions!  It is, of course, okay to request more than once!

For now, there is no closing date, we will just keep going until all the requests are full!  Requests will be closing 1st May.

Further info below the cut.

Songs

Evermore  ~ Dan Stevens (Beauty and the Beast) - Lord of the Rings

Protector  ~ City Wolf - Supernatural and The Hobbit

I  See the Light ~ Mandy Moore and Zachary Levi (Tangled) - Lord of the Rings

I'd  Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That) ~ Meat Loaf - Marvel and Supernatural

Bloodshot  ~ Sam Tinnesz

Let’s  Hear It For The Boy ~ Deniece Williams

All  Eyes On You ~ Smash Into Pieces

Feel  Invincible ~ Skillet

Natural  ~ Imagine Dragons - Lord of the Rings

Wrong  Side Of Heaven ~ Five Finger Death Punch

Shatter  Me ~ Lindsey Stirling Ft. Lzzy Hale - Supernatural

Feeling  Good ~ Nina Simone - The Hobbit and Marvel

Somebody  To Love ~ Queen - The Hobbit and The Witcher

Hurricane  ~ Thirty Seconds to Mars

You  Give Love A Bad Name ~ Bon Jovi - The Hobbit

Girls  Just Wanna Have Fun ~ Cyndi Lauper - Supernatural

Total  Eclipse of the Heart ~ Bonnie Tyler - The Hobbit

Don’t  You (Forget About Me) ~ Simple Minds

Hell  Ain’t a Bad Place to Be ~ AC/DC

Love  Is A War ~ Jeremy Renner

A  Reason to Fight ~ Disturbed - The Witcher

True  Love ~ P!nk ft. Lily Allen - Marvel and Supernatural

Poison  ~ Alice Cooper

Sucker  for Pain ~ Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons w/ Logic & Ty  Dolla $ign ft X Ambassadors (Suicide Squad)

Hello  Hello ~ Elton John ft. Lady Gaga (Gnomeo and Juliet) - Lord of the Rings and Supernatural

I’m  Gonna Be (500 Miles) ~ The Proclaimers - Marvel and Lord of the Rings

I Will Always Love You ~ Whitney Houston  (The Bodyguard) - Supernatural and Lord of the Rings

When You Wish Upon A Star ~ Cliff Edwards  (Pinocchio) - The Hobbit

Raise Hell ~ Dorothy

Leave Me Lonely ~ Imelda May

Quotes

I mean, those people aren't exactly our regular customers. (Legion)

I would not have shown you such mercy. (Legion) - Lord of the Rings

When you hesitate, people die. (Doom)

Yeah, I was thinking about it. (Doom)

Will you please get this child off my leg? (Bedknobs and Broomsticks) - Supernatural

Do you poison the dragon or just the liver? (Bedknobs and Broomsticks)

I don't know about you, but I'd like to make today worth remembering. (The Music Man) - Supernatural and Lord of the Rings

A man can't turn tail and run just because a little personal risk is involved. (The Music  Man) - Marvel

You idiots! You fools! You imbeciles! (101 Dalmatians) - Supernatural

It was a beautiful spring day. Tedious time of the year for bachelors. (101  Dalmatians) - Marvel

I think I am familiar with the fact that you are going to ignore this problem until it  swims up and bites you in the ass. (Jaws) - Lord of the Rings

Smile you son of a bitch! (Jaws)

You never have control, that’s the illusion! (Jurassic Park) - The Hobbit

Boy, do I hate being right all the time.  (Jurassic  Park) - The Witcher

The suspense is terrible.  I hope it'll last. (Willy  Wonka and The Chocolate Factory) - Lord of the Rings

So shines a good deed in a weary world. (Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory)

That was naughty. (The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen) - The Hobbit and Supernatural

You broke my heart once. This time you missed. (The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen)

You know, he looks heroic and he walks fast, but he’s kind of got a negative attitude.  (The Meg) - The Lord of the Rings

Yeah, well, I’m not crazy, I’ve just seen things no one else has. (The Meg) - Marvel

Eight years is a long time. Can I make you a cup of tea? (Godzilla) - Marvel

As far as he's concerned, you're just a pair of breasts that talk. (Godzilla) - The Hobbit

Afraid? You don't know what afraid is. You will not last five minutes without me.  (Jumanji) - The Hobbit

Oh, okay, honey. Well, that would be cheating. (Jumanji) - The Hobbit

Carrots? Why is it always carrots? I didn't even eat carrots! (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) - Supernatural

I know what you seek, and you will not find it here. (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) - Supernatural and The Witcher

No. I can't do that, and if you were in my position, you'd do the same. (Alien)

When I give an order I expect to be obeyed. (Alien)

I think it's better to have ideas. You can change an idea. Changing a belief is trickier.  (Dogma) - Lord of the Rings

Well, I say we get drunk, because I'm all out of ideas. (Dogma) - Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit

Characters I will write for:

The Hobbit – Thorin, Fili, Kili, Dwalin, Bofur, Nori, Gloin (friends only), Frerin, Thranduil, Bard, Legolas, Bilbo, Lindir, Beorn

The Lord of the Rings – Aragorn, Boromir, Eomer, Faramir, Legolas, Gimli, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Elrond, Haldir

Supernatural – Sam, Dean, Castiel, Crowley, Gabriel, Lucifer, Benny, Balthazar, Chuck, Garth, Mick, Gadreel, Charlie, Bobby

Marvel – Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Loki, Thor, Peter Quill, Logan, Stephen Strange, Carol Danvers, Sam Wilson, Heimdall

Dragon Age – Alistair, Anders, Cullen, Morrigan, Zevran, Leliana, Fenris, Sebastian, Iron Bull, Dorian, Cassandra, Blackwall, Varric

Harry Potter – Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Neville, Remus, Sirius, Fred, George

Star Trek (Newer Films) – Kirk, Spock, Bones, Scotty

The Witcher (TV Series) – Geralt, Yennefer, Jaskier

Of course, this list isn’t a final thing, if you feel I could write a character, please just send me a message and I’ll let you know if I’m comfortable with it or not.

Please of course note that all drabble requests are reader insert.  I will not do character pairings, but I will change to first/third person if you prefer reading that way.  Y/N will be the standard name though and remain that way.

For any Dragon Age requests, if you wish to appear as a certain race, please let me know.

#1500 followers challenge #the lord of the rings #the hobbit #supernatural #marvel #dragon age #harry potter #the witcher #star trek