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@Psycho-net.com
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Greetings, fellow humans. My name is Chloe Barge. You may know me from a few articles in true psychic tales magazine, or from my work on the latest Psycho-location satellite. I am here to tell those of you seeing this, that for a limited time we are having this special email put out in the open for all of you to see.
I am happy to announce that you can send me and my lab partner you may have heard of, Razputin Aquato,questions using this special email!
Questions of any kind and anyone are welcome, but please keep in mind that this is a business email, so remember to keep things professional. Also, emails may or may not be monitored.
(Pfp by @borderlineseaweed :D)
Alright everyone, you heard the lady! I've got this sideblog up for all of yall to ask some questions as if you were in the AU itself! I thought it'd be kind of fun!
Here, you'll be able to ask future Chloe and Raz questions, see some art and comics, and wips/behind the scenes to some of said art and comics!
Alright now for some rules and stuff for this blog:
If you want, you can ask questions as your own OC(s) and for fun, you can make up a fun little email for them using the "@psycho-net.com!" Keep in mind it's a made up email, and you just put your OC's email name in front of it and then put in your ask underneath it.
You can ask questions as if you're referring to comics or recent events! Example: "Hey, is it true you fought and befriended a mutant lung fish? Or was that just and exaggeration to fill up the magazine?" Remeber to get creative! :)
Won't do prompts or role-play scenarios/requests. These are supposed to be as if the characters are answering emails and not actually interacting with irl people.
I won't answer any asks that have "magic" or bring things into reality like food, gifts, etc. It's not that kind of blog, and as stated before, it's supposed to be just answering emails.
As Chloe said earlier, keep things professional! Any asks that make me uncomfortable to answer, or arent relevant to the blog will be ignored. If you have questions non relevant about the blog, please refer to me, Mod Doodle (@doodle17).
Some asks will get answered with text, images, or both! If I see a question I want to answer with images more than words, then I'll answer with drawings. If I see one that I think would be easier for me to write then that's what I'll do. But it'll mostly depend on whether or not I'm able to access my computer for illustrations (or if I'm too excited about the question to draw anything and want to answer right away)
If you have a specific question for Chloe, Raz, or both, please state it in the ask! If not, then I'll choose who answers it. So if you want a certain person to answer, please refer to them!
In case you're still wondering, you can ask them anything! About their coworkers, family, jobs, friends, stories, etc.
Thats all I've got for now! I'm gonna refrain from answering any asks until December-ish, while I get some things together... I just really wanted to get this out because I've been working on it for like- a week and was itching to show it off
Until then, feel free to send your questions now! And yes, you can ask more than one question
#They're having a good time :)#She dug that hunk of plastic and wires out of a bunch of junk boxes about to get hauled to the dump#It's noisy and you can probably cook an egg on it because the damn thing gets so hot#But you'll have to pry it from her cold dead hands#At least it works!#She loves her clunky 'puter#They're both so excited!#And so am i!!!#Crossing my fingers that this gets good traction#Really don't want this to flop#I really like answering question for this au#This blog will also be a good place for me to put all my au content so it doesn't flood my main more than it already has#Hmmmm...#psychonauts#psychonauts au#psychonauts 2#razputin aquato#chloe barge#psychonauts future#Ask r-'n-c @psycho-net.com#<- Oh yeaaah new main tag babyyyy
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- WRAPPED AROUND MY NECK ; the addams family.
pairing: wednesday addams + gn! reader
contains: adult wednesday (19), mentions of blood, mentions of a noose (not in a suicidal context), written with a wlw reader in mind but all can read, wednesday being wednesday.
"there you are, wednesday. i've been looking everywhere for you," a sickly sweet voice cut through the silence of the night, "you're going to freeze to death out here."
"i hope i do," wednesday declared, eyes wandering onto the patio below. though the stroke of midnight was fastly approaching, the party was still as lively as ever. an eruption of loud, roaring cheers emitting from the ballroom accompanied the chirp of crickets, along with the cooing of the wind. my parents must be putting a show on, the black-haired woman concluded.
"you're not going to die tonight," wednesday melted upon hearing her lover's voice, "at least, not without me."
for the first time, wednesday experienced what she assumed to be fear. however, it wasn't as dreadful as many described it: it was almost. . . exciting. it left her craving for more, more of you - the one person that made her faltering heart beat out of her chest. when was the last time she felt this sickening, but intriguing feeling? if any, at all?
a shadow cast over wednesday, feeling a familiar weight drape over her shoulders. with the fabric brushing her skin, she instantly knew you wrapped your jacket around her. the crisp air no longer nipped at the exposed skin of her lower back, where her black dress was cut.
"how generous of you; i'm surprised i didn't have to pry it from your cold, dead hands," wednesday teased, hugging the garment closer to her chest. she could fondly recall nearly fighting to the death with you for the same jacket, the blade of your sword resting coolly against her neck. she was impressed with your swordsmanship, though, you'd never be able to tell with her blank face. wednesday nearly cut your arm off after that, pugsley cheering her on.
"you'd like that, wouldn't you?" your tone was smug, the smirk on your face evident of that. for years, it seemed as though she had a goal to scare you to death. from a deceased relative reaching beyond the grave to grab your leg to a shadowy creature with multiple fearsome eyes stalking you (who you soon learned was her cousin), you've seen it all. however, her efforts were futile; you never even flinched once.
"i wouldn't be so cocky if i were you. i'll get you one of these days, you'll see," her words had a hint of teasing to them, however, she sounded eerily determined. wednesday fully intended to keep her promise.
"looking forward to it," you grinned, shoving your hands into your pockets. wednesday quirked her lips.
without another word, the two of you observed the rest of the party from the balcony. you spotted shaggy-haired cousin itt dancing with his wife in the crowd, as well as fester moving to the rhythm with a knife in his mouth. the thing was seated on his shoulder, wiggling his fingers enthusiastically.
morticia and gomez weren't difficult to find, they stood out the most with their extravagant waltz. with brilliant twists and spins, the lovers stole the show. gomez spun morticia around, holding her close to pepper her shoulder with many kisses. their obvious display of affection sent shivers down wednesday's spine and put a smile on your face.
wednesday tore her gaze away from her parents, nose scrunched up. out of habit, she reached for the charm dangling from her choker. inside the clear crystal was something so precious to her: a few drops of your blood. a similar vial hung from a chain around your neck, wednesday's blood filling the jewel.
she caressed the smooth surface, eyes darting back to see if you were staring at her. once she noticed you were still focused on the party, she pressed a small kiss to the crystal. it felt foreign and unnatural to her, yet, she should help but grin wickedly. you had her wrapped around her finger; the necklace clung around her neck tightly like a noose, wednesday struggled to breathe, gasping for air. the sensation left an almost unbearable stinging in her lungs, yet, it left her selfishly wanting more.
those amber eyes twinkled chillingly in the moonlight. she was going to enjoy scaring the pants off of you.
— [♡] ; reblogs & feedback are greatly appreciated! thank you for the support
#wednesday addams#wednesday addams x reader#wednesday x reader#the addams family#the addams family fanfic#the addams family fanfiction#the addams family x reader#reader insert#gender neutral reader#gender neutral#gn!reader#x gender neutral reader#x reader#fanfiction
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IT WAS GONNA BE QUICK DOODLES I TOLD MYSELF
You'll have to pry this head canon from my cold, dead fingers
I recorded this with my Tav, should anyone be interested(realized after she had different armor on whoops).
#but is it really a headcanon if im right /j#He confessed immediately after Raph's speech despite being grumpy here so ...XD#This game has me in a vice grip and I fear I may never recover#tw blood#bg3#astarion#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate#bg3 spoilers#bg3 tav#bg3 astarion#astarion ancunin#astarion x tav#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate iii#baldurs gate fanart#I did feel a little bad tho#i know you get the grumpy aftermath dialog regardless of how you kill the orthon#but god do i have so many feelings about this scene lmao#probably so blinded by how convinced he is that you're about to betray him#that he doesnt even pick up on what you're doing#and not only did you not betray him#you didnt even have to touch the orthon to kill it#despite the good in [this] Tav she can be...also a little terrifying sometimes haha#Astarion is probably thinking the same thing as Gale but wouldn't admit it out loud lmao#my Tav was calm and collected#meanwhile me SHHH ASTARION BEFORE HE HEARS YOU OMG YOURE GONNA KILL US
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"you should stop wearing skinny jeans. you should stop wearing checkered vans." how about you mind your own damn business and put some respect on emo culture?! 😭 you'll have to pry those checkered vans from my cold dead fingers.
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Bringing Hux to Thanksgiving
I'm bored AF today let's have some fun.
Idk man I like forcing this awkward military man into wholesome domestic situations. You can pry it from my cold dead fingers.
Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate it today!
I'm gonna guess they don't have space Thanksgiving so please clue him in
Doesn't get it. At all. A holiday for giving thanks? Pointless in his eyes. He would greatly benefit from a home cooked meal but he won't acknowledge it
Drag his ass to dinner for his own good. He'll bitch and moan the whole way about how 'he's busy' and 'doesn't have time for this'. Ignore him
He's great in crowds typically. Knows how to make polite conversation and not let things get awkward. But I think meeting your family would intimidate him a bit and he'd really try his best to make a good impression on them. Hold his hand and he'll feel a bit better
Also keep an eye out if you got funky relatives. Hux will smile and nod but he's staring with 'help me' eyes the entire time your uncle is grilling him about football
He'll probably keep away from the kids as much as possible. I don't think his skills with crowds translate well to children at all. He'd probably attempt to smile and wave at a baby and it would cry. Either that or kids would magically love him and he's helpless as to what to do about it
When the dinner bell finally rings he walks into the dining room he's actually in awe. He's never seen such a spread of food. He doesn't know what half the dishes are but it smells so good, he doesn't care. He doesn't know the protocols here so just dish him up a little scoop of everything to try
He likes Thanksgiving food more than he anticipated. The staples like turkey and gravy and stuffing and mashed potatoes suit him just fine. I don't think he'd be a big fan or cranberry sauce. The tartness and extra sugar seems like something he'd be unused to. But he'd still finish everything on his plate, not wanting to seem rude. Grill him on what he likes afterwards!
You'll catch him afterwards helping out in the kitchen. It's an odd sight really. Seeing him in civilian clothes for one thing, but sleeves rolled up, elbow deep in soapy water washing dishes while making pleasant conversation with one of your family. It seems so weird for him to be in such a position but something about the domesticity of it warms your heart
He's very thankful you made him go after all. And thankful your mom sent you both home with lots of leftovers. He can't wait to eat more of that pie
#star wars#armitage hux#general hux#my writing#hux x reader#general hux x reader#armitage hux x reader#headcanon
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Do you have any thoughts on husband! Txt?😔😔
It could be sfw or nsfw
oooo i love stuff like this!! thank you for the request <3
husband!soobin would be such a sweetheart, i feel like he'd such a good househusband particularly. he'd like to bake something new for you every week and he takes pride in being able to take care of you when you come home from work by having dinner ready or ordering your favorite or having the house clean. i feel like it'd be easy to settle into monotony with soobin only bc he's so content with how things are with you that he doesn't want a single thing to change, but every now and then he'd like to keep things alive by scheduling dates on the weekends :] and dates with him can mean anything, ranging from taking a day trip to trying out a new bakery together it would be so much fun to him just because you're there with him <3
husband!yeonjun would be the most doting husband in the world. the "let me do it for you" kind of husband, the kind who won't let you lift a finger if you're doing anything that looks even a little bit difficult, the kind who travels and brings you gifts from every country or city he visits. he's the type to convince his boss to let him bring you with him on a business trip because he can't stand to be away from you for too long. just like soobin, i feel like he'd want to try new things to keep the relationship feeling fresh but instead of going on a day trip he'd convince you to go skydiving with him even though you know you'd both be scared of doing it. nothing like a little boundary pushing to keep things fun <3
husband!beomgyu would still feel like your boyfriend, even after years of marriage. he'll still go out of his way to mess with you and tease you. he'll spray you with water while washing the dishes and do whatever he can to make you laugh bc there's nothing he loves more than the sound of your laugh but he'd also be really caring. he'd stay up with you if you're working on something that requires you to be up for a long time, get you coffee if you need it, keep you entertained if you need it, but he'll also sit with you quietly. anything he can do to help, he'll do it. he would make your time together so intimate and special and important. i feel like gyu would like really long dates where most of it is just sitting somewhere together, taking in each other's presence and that wouldn't change after marriage. he'll still take you somewhere nice to eat and then you'll take a drive to the beach or a park to feed the ducks and you'd rest your head on his shoulder and take in the world with him. it's always been his favorite parts of dates with you and he's def thankful he gets to do this with you all the time now that you're married
husband!taehyun is the definition of trophy husband, the man can do it all. he's strong, he can cook, clean, smart, like. every now and then you're like "how did i marry such an amazing man"?? the way he holds your hand when you go literally anywhere and is able to always find you in a crowd makes you feel so safe. he would pride himself in being a great husband to you and he would always brag about it too like "oh you took your wife out for lunch last weekend? that's cute i cooked her a seven course meal and then i took her dancing we're not the same" like his competitive nature would drive him to do this but nothing drives him to be the best husband for you like his immense love for you. he doesn't say i love you often, but what he doesn't say he makes up for actions. super clingy behind closed doors (and let's face it, even out in the open. i'll never let go of my "taehyun is a chronic hand holder" headcanon ever you can pry it from my cold, dead hands) and of course he'll want his space but he wants to be by you most of the time he's such a cat like that
husband!kai would be the absolute cutest. he treats everyday with you like it's the first day you've started dating, he's always so happy to be with you. he's so patient and honestly wouldn't mind just sitting around the house doing absolutely nothing if it meant just being by you. you could be cooking or doing anything around the house and he'd stand in the doorway, watch you from a distance, and smile because he's just so giddy, so happy to be with you. i feel like being married to kai would be like having a sleepover that never ends, he's easy to tell all your secrets and gossip to bc he's a good listener and he loves it when you wear his hoodies around the house, to the point where he buys hoodies he knows you're going to steal from him. he's good at making you feel better, giving you space if needed. i just feel like he would really take the time to get to know you as well as he can bc if he's going to spend the rest of his life with you, he's gonna make sure you're both as happy with each other as possible :>
#txt soft hours#i wanted to include hard thoughts in this but i just got too mushy lol#sooby dooby 🐰#kitty face 🐱#beomie bear 🧸#terry bear 🐻❄️#pingu 🐧
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i can deal with guillermo having 'self respect' i will power through a boyfriend with gritted teeth but you'll have to pry guillermo calling nandor 'master' from my cold dead fingers
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I've got a characterization help question for you.
I'm writing my long-awaited WIP about how the press conference should have gone, and it's going to be through Aizawa's POV. The thing I'm unsure about is how exactly he'd react to what all happened at the camp, specifically Bakugou's kidnapping.
I know that on the one hand, he'd most likely see this as a "this is why I run my homeroom the way I do, to prepare them for things like this," and I know he wouldn't be outright panicking at the idea of Bakugou being taken, but I don't think he'd be nonchalant about it either. After all, he was hyper focused on them getting their Provisional Hero Licenses so they could effectively protect themselves.
Aizawa is definitely a hard character to write.
I've written him before (once and no I'm not dropping the fic you'll have to pry it from my cold dead fingers) and I chose to write him in somewhat of a positive light. Having good intentions but oblivious to the real nature of Izuku and Bakugou's relationship because he made snap judgements about them preemptively. He does apologize and own up to his actions and strives to be better.
However, I wrote this fic a while ago and I've gotten a better outlook on the character since then.
Aizawa is hard to write solely because in canon he's one of the most inconsistent characters. He's meant to be logical and rational, but in reality makes so many mistakes with his students due to being close minded and refusing to see outside of his own biases, then doesn't acknowledge these mistakes and doesn't improve from them.
Aizawa definitely isn't one to panic, but if you want to make him appear more human, I'd write him getting more anxious/agitated as the questioning goes on. He has beef with the press and this would be a good way to showcase that along with his feelings about Bakugou being kidnapped. I do think he would feel a moderate amount of guilt because as much as I dislike him, he is a decent hero and does push himself to protect his students (this is the only time I'll praise him).
Hope that helped🙂
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They are taking away everything that makes tumblr tumblr
First the secretly removing the blog page for new blogs (and it seems it's not very obvious to new users it even exists).
Then they messed with the dash (is it still like that for people, I never got it luckily)
Then they've done this to messages. Taken away everything that made talking to each person unique, their blog colours. I had a nice brown, you can still see it on my like normal theme of the blog when you don't go to my page. Now it's just gone, which is heartbreaking for my partner, a lot of memories were stored in that.
They've done so much more too. Tumblr live. Messing up the video player so it's like tiktok (just why). The whole clicking on people's names takes you to their blog instead of the post????
All for the sake of so called new users. Like okay sure buddy, as if a new user can't learn. (And even if they struggle, tumblr users are there to help! That's why we have guides constantly circulating, why we have asks!)
These decisions are bad. So bad. It's only making me wanna throw tumblr away, but man I'm unfortunately one of those you'll have to pry tumblr from my cold dead fingers kinda people.
I have nowhere else to go, so it's like watching a beloved toy get murdered over and over on loop.
#tumblr#cries what are these changes who are these forrrr i dont believe the new users thing#like come on be real who is this for#also is it just me or did the post editor remove spellcheck
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i'm at this weird stage where i feel like i'm no longer super visibly goth (i still wear mostly black and you'll pry my black clothing from my cold dead fingers but some other colors have seeped their way back in) like i'm not out here wearing a lot of fishnets or any of my big goth dresses anymore and i'm not even wearing that much makeup these days. i guess maybe i still look vaguely alternative but i'm ??? i have no idea how i come across to other goths.
do my dark undereye circles convey enough goth energy - do i still consider myself goth? i don't even know anymore. i don't listen to as much goth stuff as i used to.
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Stop putting my blorbo (Lucifer) in sad situations or I will make sure you lose custody of him 😡 (please don't ever stop I love seeing him sad and stressed out 🙏🏻)
You'll have to pry him from my dead cold fingers first 😤! I just can't help it when the drawing utensil commands me to do so. He's my favorite and as the law of the land goes, I must torment him 😔😂.
(I won't! ☺️ I love drawing him sad and stressed out. It's my type for fictional men)
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To Stay and Let Go
"I don't know what to do with it,
with all the love I have for her.
I don't know where to put it now."
Why am I still carrying it all?
("where can I put it down?")
My hands are overflowing but they're bleeding, too,
and I've bitten my nails down to the quick
but you'll have to pry it from my cold, dead hands
because I can't seem to make my fingers release- what?
"I'm afraid I will spend entire years trying not to need you."
(I already have)
And you say that you're a cringey poet now
but my thoughts have always been poetry around you
and I feel like i'm trying to scrub it away so that
we might get to somewhere where it didn't actually happen
but I can't unwrite the words that you carved into my heart
with soft touches and goofy laughs.
("I just want to make you laugh.
can't that be the whole poem?
I just want to make you laugh.")
And Jesus you're so beautiful
that it makes my chest hurt sometimes
and I feel like a failure because somehow
I stopped holding on
even though I've forgotten how to let go.
And I'm lying in a bland hotel room
reading Anne Carson and looking out the window
at the rows of rooms on the building next door
and I think I read something once
about cutting open a heart and finding only love instead of blood.
I don't think you're all that I am
and I'm certainly getting better at living without you
but I'm still debating if that's just because
I've successfully scaffolded the gaping hole inside of me
into something that can be ignored for the most part
aside from the continuous thoughts of you that
keep slipping through the gaps.
And you wouldn't even let me blame myself. Of course.
I hate you (no I don't).
I couldn't even bring myself to do that
and I'm getting worse and worse at faking it.
I always thought that it would kill me to lose you.
I am somehow disappointed that it hasn't yet.
And to be honest this doesn't really feel like getting over you
more like circling something over and over again
hoping that it will get blacked out.
My hands keep shaking and
I wish I could stop you affecting me like this
because I keep thinking that if I'd only known you better
if I'd only noticed sooner so you didn't have to tell me
if I'd only never met you so I wouldn't be standing here
heart ripped open like a pair of old jeans
knowing you won't even beg for it.
Knowing that you'd never ask me to stay.
I told you not to, you see
and I was always too good at asking and
you were always too good at doing
but of course none of that
applied to the things that mattered, in the end.
Maybe we never should have been here
but neither of us were ever very good at
controlling ourselves, were we
because it's hard to judge where to cut from this angle,
and now the knife's slipped and i'm spread open
because you always did know me better than anyone else.
I would’ve thought you’d have put a bit more effort
into not hurting me, then.
(Who let the fire start though, honestly?
Maybe we'll never know)
And you know what hurts the most is that
somehow, even after all of it,
it seems that the fact that you lied
still doesn't fix the fact that I love you
and you are so well woven into my life
that I wouldn't even know where to start trying to cut you out.
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@gaslight-gaetkeep-gayboss thanks for bullying me into this ig
@florida-preposterously words!! (idk if you'll appreciate the tag but i hope so)
@not-perry-the-platypus i don't think you've seen this one yet
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Hey I know it's been a while. I just got back to Tumblr and I know I shouldn't look at my reblog rate but. I'm barely getting any reblogs... is Tumblr dead? I've been gone due to depression, work, life, etc. I missed it so much and now that I'm writing again I'm like "is anyone hearing me?"
This is Schrödinger's Tumblr because apparently there's a ton of new people from Twitter, but none of them are saying anything, so it's both dead and alive? Just a bunch of empty blogs with shapes for avatars and no one knows what's real.
Honestly, I don't know wtf is going on anymore 😅 I'm still here, because you'll have to pry this website from my cold dead fingers.
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Find the Word: Tag Game
Thanks to @whimsyqueen for tagging me! My words are down, cold, change, and water!
I'm tagging @stormbrightwriter, @dgwriteblr, @jezifster, @jess-p-edits, and @tryingtimi for the words dark, damn(ed), deep, and dust. I feel like I'm always tagging the same people. Gotta get to know all of the other writeblr blogs a little better!
Down
Rhen watched the slow slide of the wall as the freight elevator descended into inky darkness, gripped with palpable unease. Last she had ridden it was a lifetime ago, it seemed—Bhakti, Antoni, Kainnon, and herself. Four years younger, consumed with purpose, they had ascended from the belly of that wretched place for the last time. Or so they thought. Kainnon had taken her slender hand in his and had pressed its back against his cheek, a comfort to them both. His eyes were tender, then, looking down at her through thick lashes. Without the need of a mask to muzzle his teeth, his soft lips had mouthed the words, "I love you."
The Dyd had opened the doors—parted the red sea to liberate them. They were gone before anyone noticed the seed they had planted. Gone before the screams began.
Cold
The shadow of what was to come was small, then—noonday inevitability. It would take three more years to notice its encroaching, and only when it was pressed against the tips of his small boots would the unease strike him-- that same unease that strikes every child when death ceases to be a concept and becomes a thing that happens. A possibility, deep and nauseating: that someday, his mother would be gone.
Arms, thin but strong, pulled him close. Warm skin. A tremor shot through him, partly tears and partly the cold. Always cold in Cobalt City. It pushed him further into the safety of her breast. Her fingers carding through his hair.
Change
“You’ll always have enemies, Seung,” Rhen sighed, smile unfailing. "You'll seek them out, hungry for righteousness." Rhen took Seung’s hand and held it firmly, Seung’s fingers hanging from her grip with uncertain stiffness. “This crusade you’re waging… you’ll lose, you know. You’ll lose it because you don’t know when to stop and bury your dead.”
The two women locked eyes. Rhen’s face changed, almost imperceptibly—a plea. “Lay down arms, Seung,” she said. “Rest and find contentment in whatever kingdom you already have. Don’t condemn yourself to martyrdom. Life is precious. Your life is precious to me.”
Water
Seung hid the coloring of her cheeks with a scoff and a roll of her eyes. She sat down beside Rhen. “It feels like you’re trying to pry me open,” Seung said.
Rhen shrugged. “I am,” she admitted. She cocked her head and dragged Seung’s eyes back to her. She did not reach out, did not inch closer, when she asked, “Do you want me to stop? You know that I will, if you ask.”
Seung knew what she should say. It shouldn’t have been difficult to fix Rhen with a look of certainty and tell her to stop, to admonish her for assuming that she wanted the door open in the first place, to tell Rhen that she was stronger and more capable with it closed.
Something caught her tongue and held it. Seung thought of her father’s knuckles against her cheek, that caress that both burned and bloomed with light. The feeling of a cool sip of water during a drought, or a bite of food during a famine—relief and uncertainty, hand in hand. A realization struck Seung with heart-stopping clarity: How wonderful it might feel for the drought to end.
#second serpent#bird and fish#writeblr#writing community#second serpent wip#writers of tumblr#novel#bird and fish wip#tage games#tag game#rhen#seung kim
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Carastian Candies (or you know, THAT Trope)
Lanil's Pieces Masterlist
"Carastian candies?" Lavellan repeated. Did she know what those were?
"Have you truly never had one?" Josephine asked, absolutely aghast as she clutched the box to her chest.
Lavellan frowned and slowly shook her head. "I'm not sure. But I'm sure they're excellent. I'm glad you'll be able to enjoy them, Josephine." She reassured her, hoping to end the look of horror on the Ambassador's face.
"Oh no, this won't do at all. You must have one. Please, I won't be able to enjoy a single bite knowing you've never had one!" Josephine quite literally begged, holding the box open over the war table.
"I thought you said 'from my cold dead hands'," Cullen asked, smile crooked and amused.
"Hush, you! Let the Herald try one!"
"This is a lot of pressure about a candy," Lavellan noted, neck prickling with sweat under Josephine's intense gaze.
She picked one up, determined to pretend to enjoy it if she had to, just so Josephine wouldn't cry. Or kill her. It was nice enough, strangely waxy and smooth, but nice and only subtly sweet. And then she crunched through the outer shell and moaned. Actually moaned as her eyes fluttered shut and her hand covered her mouth.
"It tastes like summer," Lavellan sighed.
"Yes! It's the orange liquor. Divine, absolutely divine!" Josephine gushed happily.
"Is the offer for prying them from your cold dead hands still on the table?" Lavellan asked dreamily.
Leliana laughed and gathered up her notes. When she looked up, Cullen was staring at Lavellan, face pink. Josephine followed Leliana's gaze and a sly gleam entered her eyes. Lavellan was still humming softly, lips pressed together to hold in the taste a little bit longer.
"Of course not, Your Worship. But you may have one more. Only one."
"You may continue living, I suppose," Lavellan said regally. Josephine giggled and held out the box again.
She didn't noticed Cullen swallow too hard and look away, hand over his eyes. Leliana and Josephine exchanged mischievous looks. Leliana decided to poke just a little more. It was too easy, but oh so fun, to tease the Commander.
"And you, Cullen? Wouldn't you like to try one?"
Cullen cleared his throat, shoulders squared. "If everything is all done here--"
"I can share this one with you? If you don't mind bite marks," Lavellan said, completely earnest.
Leliana couldn't have planned that better herself. Josephine pressed her fingers to her lips to hide her smirk. Poor Cullen choked and stumbled hurriedly to the door.
"I'm fine. Please, ladies, enjoy your--I'm going to go now."
Lavellan watched him, baffled, then shrugged. "More for me." Then, popped the candy in her mouth and moaned happily.
Cullen actually hit his own shoulder with the door and ran out, muttering to the Maker under his breath. Josephine sidled closer to Leliana and murmured quietly, eyes on Lavellan who was obliviously enjoying her mouthful, "You are a cruel, cruel woman, Nightingale."
"You're not so innocent yourself, Josie. But it is so deliciously delightful, isn't it? Varric has a bet going that Cullen will break first."
"Impossible. Lady Lavellan is the initiator, the Commander is much too shy."
"Are you in?"
"... what are the terms?"
"Good girl, Josie."
"I'll see you both later. Thank you again, Ambassador." Lavellan left the room, smiling a tiny, surprised sort of smile.
#dai lavellan#dai cullen rutherford#cullen x lavellan#i was imagining a caramel candy filled witb orange liquor and something like that EXISTS#in another entry i establish lanil puts marmalade on toast#she really like citrus fruits#Lanil's Pieces#long post#absolutely the lowest hanging trope fruit but i picked it and i have no shame#dai fanfic
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