ball hawks

FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST: BROTHERHOOD!
a coming of age story about overcoming any obstacle, no matter what limbs you have!
features epic heroes such as:
-bean sprout
-bean sprout’s robot butler
-long yaoi
-the Hawk Eye Ball
-mister hoe
-curtis
and nefarious villains, like:
-Roy Mustang
-Roy Mustang
-Roy Mustang
-Roy Mustang
-Roy Mustang
-Roy Mustang
-Roy Mustang
-Yoki

2

Barbara Stanwyck shows Gary Cooper how to do “yum yum” in Ball of Fire  (Howard Hawks, 1941)

“I love him because he’s the kind of guy who gets drunk on a glass of buttermilk, and I love the way he blushes right up over his ears. I love him because he doesn’t know how to kiss, the jerk!”

gothic-princess-witch  asked:

I have a prompt request. You once mentioned that after Hawke and Fenris get back together, Donnic and Sebastian confront Hawke and ask him about his intentions toward their friend. Would you be willing to write more about their conversation?

The game was just winding down as he walked in the door.

“So that’s seven for Donnic, two for the abomination,” Fenris said. There was a warm, relaxed amusement in Fenris’s voice as he counted up the night’s wins, and Hawke paused at the sitting room’s threshold to watch him. The elf’s smile was not such a rare thing these days, but it remained a sight to behold.

“I’ll pay you back,” Anders said, and he sounded a little defensive. Donnic shrugged.

“We can call it a wash,” he said. “After what you did for my shoulder sprain last week – “

“That’s not the way it works and you know it.”

“I’ll cover it,” Varric offered. He tossed the coin on the table as he rose. “Come on, Blondie. Walk me back to the Hanged Man.”

“I can cover my own debts,” Anders grumbled, but he rose as well, and pushed in his chair, and froze when he saw Hawke in the doorway. He had had trouble meeting Hawke’s eyes over the last few weeks. Hawke caught an expression of surprise, displeasure, and unhappiness before the blond looked away.

“I’m a little early,” Hawke said. “Don’t rush off on my account.”

“If I lose any more money, Aveline will skin me alive,” Donnic said. “Best to quit now.”

Hawke stepped aside so that Anders could pass through the door, and frowned at the other mage’s retreating back until Varric thumped him in the belly.

“I know that look,” Varric said. “Don’t let him get to you. He’s…moody.”

“It’s been weeks since – “

“I’ll handle it,” the dwarf insisted. The mansion’s front door slammed as Anders let himself out, and Varric shook his head. “He’ll get over it,” he promised. “Drinks at the Hanged Man tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Hawke said, though he continued to frown. “I’ll be there.”

“See you, then. And stop frowning.”

“We’re just getting cleaned up,” Donnic said. “You know if we don’t help he’ll leave it here for weeks.”

Fenris, counting his wins, didn’t look up. “I fail to see how it’s your business how long I leave it,” he murmured. He was still smiling – a small, pleased expression. Hawke liked seeing it.

Donnic said, “Hawke, help me with the dishes,” and Hawke shrugged, and pushed away from the door, and followed him into the kitchen.

Over the years, Fenris had allowed Hawke to do repairs to the mansion when necessary. He’d allowed Donnic to come in and tidy up when the guard badgered about it enough. But there was a definite difference in his livingspace since Danarius’s death that marked a turning point in his thoughts – the moment when the mansion had stopped being a mere shelter and became his home. The kitchen was tidy when they walked in, if still sparsely decorated. Merill had provided the curtains and the potted plants in the window. The chipped dishes were put away in the cabinets, the floor was swept, and the counters were free of clutter.

Hawke took up a (clean) dish rag and took his place at the sink. “I’ll dry,” he offered, and Donnic set the water running. Sebastian came in with the rest of the dishes from the snacks the guys had helped themselves to during the game, and he busied himself with them, putting away leftovers when there was enough, scraping what wasn’t into the garbage bin. Donnic washed the dishes. Hawke dried them and put them neatly in the little drying rack Aveline had bought for the elf.

“Fenris seems happy these days,” Donnic said idly, as he used his thumbnail to scrub at something caked-on.

Hawke grunted. It took him several moments before he realized he was supposed to answer.

“Happiness looks good on him,” he answered at last.

“And you two,” Donnic said. He handed him a dish, made sure to catch Hawke’s eye, and met his frown with a smile. “You’ve gotten very…close.”

“We’ve always been close.”

“Right, of course,” Donnic said, and began to scrub the next dish, and ignored the way Hawke was staring at him.

“The thing is,” Sebastian said, “Fenris is at an important moment of growth in his life. He’s been through the gauntlet of pain, and it is time for a new chapter to begin in his life. One of happiness, fulfillment.”

Hawke turned his stare on him. He said, slowly, “I think you should say whatever it is you’re trying to say.”

“Well, I know you two were physical once before. That that was years ago, and sometimes the body gets cravings…”

“What Sebastian is trying to say,” Donnic interjected, as the dish rag slowly began to tear in Hawke’s clenched hands, “Is that we both just want to be sure you aren’t promising Fenris anything you aren’t really willing to give.”

Maker’s balls!” Hawke said. He threw the rag down. “I’ve been in love with the man for six bloody years – what more do you want from me?”

Donnic lifted his hands. Sebastian said, “It’s just that we want to be sure you aren’t – however noble your intentions – trying to press an advantage you shouldn’t. Are you planning to commit – oh, now you’re standing very close, aren’t you?”

Hawke said, “Get to the point.”

“It’s not a bad thing, really – wanting to know how you feel,” Sebastian said.

“Fenris is our friend. We want be sure we understand what your intentions are,” Donnic clarified. Hawke began to growl – low, menacing.

Neither of them backed down.

After they left, sometime later, Fenris cornered Hawke in the sitting room – leaning over the chair in which the mage sat, with his hands on either arm rest, effectively pinning Hawke where he was.

“So,” Fenris murmured, that smile playing at his lips, his eyes meeting Hawke’s without difficulty, gaze warm and confident. “You plan to love me for the rest of my life, do you? Spend every waking moment fixed solely on the acquisition of my happiness?”

Hawke frowned at him. He said, “You shouldn’t listen in on other people’s private conversations.” Fenris lifted a brow.

“Do you intend to lecture me?” the elf asked. “Or would you rather join me upstairs? I have my own intentions, tonight.”

Nick's Family Chapter 4

Hi there, frithislord here. Now is time for chapter 4 of Nick’s Family. I’m so happy everyone is enjoying the story and to all my friends and followers thank you for your kind words and support. Now let’s begin.

Nick’s Family
Chapter 4

Nick and his family looked up in terror. A brown and white colored hawk with yellow eyes, had grabbed her.
Judy felt the tight grip of the bird of prey around her torso. The scared bunny’s heart felt like it was beating a million times minute. Looking down at the ever distant ground, where Nick and his reptilian family were getting smaller and smaller.
The terrified bunny saw poor Clawhauser faint again, while all the snakes were slithering up the trees to save her. She saw their mouths open revealing their sharp fangs trying to reach the bird, but being careful not to bite the bunny. Which caused the hawk to soar down to avoid the bites. Just to get hit in the head by a rock thrown the worried Nick. That made the bird screech in pain. Followed by many rocks thrown by all the repitles that can thrown rocks, trying to hit the bird out the sky or at least try to get it to let go of Judy. Viper was acting like she was throwing a rock with very little to no affort at all. Just giving an evil smile, hoping the hawk will squeeze the rabbit’s eyes out. Judy desperately tryed to use her paws to loosen the bird’s grip. But she couldn’t get it to budge. They were getting lower to the water where Ted and Lewis was jumping out of to snap their jaws at the hawk. When Nick warned them to stop, fearing they might snap Judy. The hawk dodged all alligators, crocodiles, snakes and rocks. To fly higher in the sky.
‘This is it. It’s over, I’m done for. I can’t escape. There’s no hope me, it’s not fair.’ Judy mentally said 'I don’t want to die, it’s not fair. Why couldn’t I have been happy, just being a meter maid. I dreamed too big. Mom and dad were right. Now I’m going to die. Get eaten alive. All I ever wanted to do was to make the world a better place. Who am I kidding, I’m just a stupid carrot farming dumb bunny.’
Judy began to see the life flash before her eyes. Her school play, seeing her all 275 brothers and sisters born, her embarrassing braces, Halloweens, Christmases, birthdays, her dateless proms, getting bullied by Gideon Gray, cooking pies with mom, pulling carrots with her dad and her graduation from ZPD Academy. All good times and bad times. It’s the end.
The poor bunny felt herself about to blackout until she saw the light before her eyes. But this light was reddish orange color, like fire. Judy has always heard stories about a white light flashing before your eyes before ones death. But this was different, it was fire and she felt the heat, the burn. She started to fear that this might be Hell fire. 'What did I do to deserve Hell fire’. Judy thought with tears in her eyes. But this was not Hell fire. This was a fire ball. It hit the hawk right in the chest. The bird let out a screech of fear and pain, before dropping Judy. Who was screaming as she was looking at the ground getting closer and closer.
“Uncle Lewis, Uncle Ted, catch formation!!!” the serious fox ordered.
Lewis stood straight up, with Ted standing on his shoulders and Nick climbed up and stood on Ted’s shoulders. Nick held out his arms to catch the screaming bunny. He caught her bride style. She wrapped her arms around his neck buried, her face in the fox’s chest. The one and only place, she felt comfortable and safe at that moment. Uncle Ted climbed down off of uncle Lewis’s shoulders and placed Nick on the ground.
“Um…I know I’m soft carrots, but you want me to put you down now.” said the sly fox with a grin, hiding his relieve that Judy was okay.
Judy’s ears turn red, as Nick was about to put her down. Just for the bunny to jump in his arms again. When the dead bird fell to the ground, featherless and headless with a burnt smell. They saw up ahead a big shadow coming from the fog. As it got closer, it got smaller. What they heard from the shadow was a loud but old laugh.
“Heheheheeee…not bad for a 197 year old blind chameleon.” said the shadow that was really a very old chameleon with small sunglasses and holding a wooden staff with smoke and small ambers coming off the top of it. Which was the object that was responsible for blowing the hawk out of the sky.
All the reptiles, including Nick were showing respect as if she was royalty.
“Dagnabbit, stop that all of you, I ain’t no queens of de’ Englands. I is a voodoo queens. Big difference.” said the annoyed chameleon.
“Voodoo!?!” the surprised bunny said.
“Yes-voodoo girl”. Replied the chameleon.
“Oh sorry,” said the fox as he put Judy down in her feet. “Carrots this is my grandma 'Mama Oldie’ , Mama Oldie this is-”
“Judy Hopps” interrupted Mama Oldie. “Valedictorians’ of her class, first bunny cop in historys’, born in raised in the Bunnyborrow right!?!”
“H-how did you even know about-”
“What part of voodoo queen don’t you understands, sweetie pie heheheaaaa” replied the old creature.
“And shames on all of you. Why didn’t any of you wake me?” Mama Oldie asked.
“But Mama Oldie, you said never to wake you up when you’re napping.” answered a little gecko.
“Yes-except when my favourite grandson Nicky comes to visit.”
Nick placed both paws gently under Mama Oldie and brought her closer to his face.
“I missed you Mama Oldie” said the happy fox.
“Now come gives your Mama Oldie sum sugar.” Mama Oldie said as she kissed him on the cheek.
“So now child, you needs sum’ help?” the old reptile asked the still surprised bunny.
“Um-um yes I do. I just wan-”
“HOLD UP” shouted Viper as she slithered towards the Nick, Judy and Mama Oldie.
“What is it child?” asked Mama Oldie, wondering what the beautiful snake had to say.
“How do we know if we can trust her. Is she truly worthy of our trust? Of our respect. Is she truly worthy of our Nicky?” asked the viper not out of curiosity, but out of hate.
Though out the centuries, reptiles were feared for their intimidating appearance. Their venomous fangs, their strength and razor sharp teeth. Which reptiles of the past were not capable of speech. So the mammals did not see them as equals. But as animals, like bugs, birds and fish. So they were all hunted down out of fear. To what the mammals thought to extinction. But the reptiles went into hiding. Using the art of camouflage to survive. To never reveal themselves to the world. They learned to talk and read from the mammals. But in hiding where no one could see them. They trusted one another with their lives. Trust only reptiles, never mammals. They made the code of reptile. Ones joy is everyone’s joy, ones sorrow was everyone’s sorrow, If you hurt one you hurt all, you betray one you betray all. Anyone outside of the family that hurts, betrays, or kills one of them. No mercy, no forgiveness just painful death. Trust is very sacred to the reptile. It was the only way they survived this long. Nick was the first and only mammal they ever let in the family. Because they saw how he was treated like less then nothing for being something he couldn’t help. He was just like them. Nick hustled pawsicles to make money for the family. They would sneak into stores unseen using their camouflage to take what they need and leave the money. Nick was their most trusted member of the family.
“You’re right Viper” Mama Oldie answered agreeing with the snake. “Let me see if you is worthy.”
Judy did not know what to expected. But whatever it is, she was scared but ready.


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Judy is safe. But for how long? Will Mama Oldie see if Judy is worthy of their trust? And will Clawhauser stop fainting? Find out next chapter and please please comment and tell me what you think. You’re all awesome.😁


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‼️Austin Creator‼️

Today on G Pad I decided I’d try and create everyone’s favorite character, Austin, in every single character creator I could find. This one’s fun so be sure to say nice things about Austin in the comments😜

Companion Fade Fears

Below is a list of the banter between the Fear Demon and our lovable companions while stuck in the Fade. 


Like Blackwall. Ah, there’s nothing like a Grey Warden. And you are nothing like a Grey Warden.

Blackwall: I’ll show you a Warden’s strength, beast.


Are you afraid, Cole? I can help you forget. Just like you help other people. We’re so very much alike, you and I.

Cole: No.


Dirth ma, Harellan. Ma banal enasalin. Mar Solas ena mar din.

Solas: Banal nadas.


The Qunari will make a lovely host for one of my minions. Or maybe I will ride his body myself.

Iron Bull: I’d like to see you try.


What’s it like living as an apostate, Vivienne? Do you really think you’ll reclaim your power in the Circle … at your age?

Vivienne: Not one word.


Greetings, Dorian … it is Dorian, isn’t it? For a moment, I mistook you for your father.

Dorian: Rather uncalled for.


Your Inquisitor is a fraud, Cassandra. Yet more evidence there is no Maker, that all your faith has been for naught.

Cassandra: Die in the void, demon.


Sera, Sera, Sera … If you shoot an arrow at me, I’ll know where you are.

Sera: Out of my head, Bitch-balls!


Once again, Hawke is in danger because of you, Varric. You found the red lyrium. You brought Hawke here.

Varric: Just keep talking, Smiley.


Did the King’s bastard think he could prove himself? It’s far to late for that. Your whole life, you’ve left everything to more capable hands. The Archdemon, the throne of Ferelden … who will you hide behind now?

Alistair: Is that all it’s got? I’ve heard worse than that from Morrigan.


Teryn Loghain Mac Tir, the brilliant commander. Pity the one time you tried to rule, you failed so miserably. You had to be beaten, humiliated, lest you destroy your own country. You even doomed the Wardens by bringing the Inquisitor down on them. You destroy everything you touch.

Loghain: Is that all you’ve got? It’s nothing I’ve not said to myself.


Warden Stroud. How must if feel to devote your whole life to the Wardens, only to watch them fall? Or worse, to know that you were responsible for their destruction? When the next Blight comes, will they curse your name?

Stroud: With the Makers blessing, we will end this wretched beast.


Did you think you mattered, Hawke? Did you think anything you ever did mattered? You couldn’t even save your city. How could you expect to strike down a God? Anders/Fenris/Merrill/Isabella is going to die, just like your family, and everyone you ever cared about.

Hawke (Diplomatic): Of course, a Fear demon would know where to hurt us most. We must ignore it.

Hawke (Humorous): Well that’s going to grow tiresome quickly.

Hawke (Aggressive): I’m going to enjoy killing this thing.

7 on 7.

Married couples had this sort of odd myth that surrounded them that said once you reached a certain stage in your relationship, everything went downhill. The honeymoon stage was long gone and you reached a point where you couldn’t practically stand each other. Romance went out the window. Watching movies on the couch and eating day old pizza became a date night.

That wasn’t the case for Fernando and I.

We acted as if we had just met, like our relationship was fresh and we were just trying out different things to get to know each other. I couldn’t count how many times he’d come home and wake me up from my sleep to drag me off somewhere even if it was to just watch the night sky together.

Tonight’s activity was late night outdoor soccer.

The sun had long ago disappeared and though the time on my watch showed it was nearly 9 p.m., my body was pumping with adrenaline for our little ‘date’ that included some of his teammates and their significant others.

I had been hyping up the night all week once I found out his plan for a 7 on 7 game between the wives and the husbands, largely because I hadn’t stepped into a pair of cleats in years. I liked to think that I was the better footballer between the two of us though I figured we both knew the truth behind that statement. That didn’t alter my confidence though.

“I’m going to beat you so good, Torres,” I remarked as we exited our vehicle.

He only chuckled and threw his cleats over his shoulder to hold onto until he replaced them with the sneakers on his feet. “Are you sure about that? You may not want to talk yourself up so early.”

“I’m confident in my abilities. We never did decide what it is I get once my side wins.” I walked around the car to meet him on his side, leaning against the car as he continued to gather things from the inside.

“What is it that you want? I’m sure you won’t win but I’ll entertain you with a wager.” Fernando stopped digging around in the car for a moment to look to me, flashing a teasing smile that had its own confident air about it without him having to say anything.

“A Ferrari.”

The immediate reaction he had let me know he wasn’t taking my wager seriously. “Yeah. Let’s be a bit more realistic here.”

I laughed and shook my head. “Okay. I want a day of pampering. From you,” I made sure to clarify. “Full body massage, breakfast, lunch and dinner prepared by you. I want you to clean the house…”

“Okay. Wait wait,” he said as he laughed and held out his hands to stop my list of demands. “This is a lot of things just for one win.”

“And you can list off as many things as you want in your part of the wager if you want. I didn’t set a limit for you.”

“I already know what I want though.”

“And what’s that?”

“Sex,” he spoke nonchalantly before returning to gathering his things. “Sex? We have sex all the time.”

“Let’s not go into the dirty details of it,” Fernando replied as he shut the door to our car and walked closer to me. “Just know that’s what I want and I want you wearing a particular thing.” He pecked my lips quickly before walking away, instantly making me follow close behind to the nearly empty park and the empty pitch that awaited us. Hopefully our friends were already here or at least a majority were.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Torres.”

The first person spotted was Antoine, his voice easily heard as well as I was sure he was trash talking his girlfriend as I had been doing with my husband earlier. I greeted her along with the other ladies, offering words of encouragement that pretty much revolved around stomping our significant others into the ground so that we could hold the bragging rights on a win. The thought of having to listen to them gloat was enough to want me to complete a hat trick tonight.

“So are we ready or what?”

It didn’t take long for everyone to finish sliding into their shoes or change of clothes and we moved towards the pitch. Fernando walked alongside me, playfully knocking my hip with his until I glared in his direction. “You nervous yet? You’re going to have to defend me for 90 minutes.”

“90 minutes?! I thought we were doing 50? 25 minute halves?”

“Oh no, love. Way too easy,” he winked before jogging off to the center. I simply rolled my eyes and followed.

Let’s hope I had enough stamina for this.

The girls and I had already decided on positions and even team name as we flooded our group chat throughout this week with motivation for each other and tactics I wasn’t even sure we were really working to remember so much as we were trying to impress ourselves and seem prepared.

I jogged up near where Fernando stood. He flashed a heart symbol in my direction as a peace offering. I responded playfully by flipping him off which only caused him to laugh.

We didn’t have much longer to play around as the whistle, or makeshift whistle that was Luciano, sounded off and the ball was put into play. The guys’ side gained possession first, easily controlling it for the time being. I had no doubts that eventually we would gain possession. We were just too clever not to.

It may have been a game meant to be a fun night out for the couples but I could tell we were all taking it seriously. Fernando was watching the ball like a hawk as were his teammates and though they may have been the professionals in this scenario, there was no way my team was backing down without a fight.

As soon as he gained possession of the ball, I closed the distance between us and tried to poke it away. My hand gripped onto his waist as I tried to maneuver around him. Thankfully there would be no referee in this game.

“I’m not as young as I used to be,” he spoke though still concentrating on the ball between his feet.  

“You’re right. You’re not as sharp as you used to be either.” It was the perfect moment for me to poke away the ball, hitting it with my toe to squeeze it from between his legs and to my awaiting teammate’s feet. “Better luck next time,” I spoke into his ear before jogging off and following the action.

The game continued like that the rest of the way with one team gaining possession for a bit before being distracted and losing the ball. Fernando was purposely showing off, even nearly nutmegging me if it weren’t for my quick reaction that caused me to close my feet together before he could.

Goals bounced in and around the net on both sides but thankfully, it was my side that came out victorious.

I had definitely underestimated how tired I would feel after 90 minutes of action and while I bounced around for a moment celebrating with my team, I was now bent over resting my hands onto my knees. The guys all came around to hug me and congratulate me with a good game, the line ending with my husband’s smile.

“Good game tonight.”

I straightened and said, “Thank you. You weren’t so bad yourself. I can’t wait until you’ll have to pay up tomorrow. I can already envision that back massage.”

“I’ll make sure it’s a great one,” he chuckled. Nando leaned down and began helping me out of my cleats, dropping the athletic flip flops he had brought for me to slide in. I held onto his shoulder for balance as he did that.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” Once the shoes were off he stood back up to eye level with me.

“You think I could maybe start cashing in on my win early and get a nice night with you?” I draped my arms over his shoulders as I closed the distance between us.

“A nice night? Define nice night.”

“Just you…” I snaked my hand discreetly under his shirt. “And me. And our bed.”

He grabbed for my hands wound under his shirt. “Sex wasn’t in your deal,” he winked. “If I remember correctly I just owe you a massage, food and a clean home. I don’t think you’re going to get any of this body tonight.”

He sent a love tap to my ass before he began walking off as the others had did towards their cars. “Lovely doing business with you, Mrs. Torres. We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

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