not even sure if i'm being ironic or not when i say that

anonymous asked:

Do you still think Jonsa wil happen?😂😂😂U really think he would ever love, boring, plain, weak Sansa? Who all she ever did was whine, & cry, & fuck her family & herself over, over & over again? Did u see how passionate Jon & Dany were in bed? Jon's passionate, his partner has to be passionate, Sansa could never be as sensual & passionate as Dany, not after being raped, she'd be utterly rigid and boring in bed, she would not give Jon any pleasure. Jonsa has no future, Jonerys is endgame.

“Sansa could never be as sensual & passionate as Dany, not after being raped, she’d be utterly rigid and boring in bed, she would not give Jon any pleasure” 

I always try to be nice, but, fuck you, FUCK YOU lady/dude whatever the hell you are 🖕🖕🖕

I just can’t believe you actually wrote that, and sent it in. This is one of the most fuc*ed up sh*t I’ve ever read. Some of you J*nerys fans are disgusting wtf. I’m beyond speechless.

Being raped does wound you, hurt you, in so many ways, but women are strong, they heal with time. I do suppose it will always be difficult for Sansa to trust men, considering what Ramsay did to her, she’ll always be weary of them, and I suppose she’s never going to allow just any man in her bed, again, but if she fully and truly trusted the man, if he respected her, treated her with kindness, gentleness, if he gave her time, made her feel appreciated and loved, wich would further help her heal, and restore some of her faith in men, which Jon literally has done, she would eventually find it in herself to share her bed with that someone. 

She fully trusts Jon already, the physical contact that she initiated multiple times with him, is proof of that, she loves him, he makes her feel safe, and loved, and cared for, she can talk freely with him, because she knows he’d never punish her, nor hurt her in any way. They have a parter like relashionship already, and the amount of trust and love she already has for Jon, is a strong, cemented foundation, that will be key in season 8, when Jonsa will happen.

Plus, Sansa is already fierce and passionate as it is, she does things with passion and fierceness. You don’t know what kind of a lover she would be, what kind of a lover she WILL be, when she finds it in herself, when she allows herself, to fully and truly love someone, and let go of herself with him.

She never had a proper lover, someone to respect her, love her, and treat her with kindness and honor. The only man who shared her bad, was a psychopath that enjoyed beating her, raping her and playing sick, twisted games with her body, every night. You belittling her, belittling her sensuality, degrading her like this, because she was raped, trying to measure who would be more passionate/sensual between her and D@ny, is fucked up, I’d be seriously concerned if I were you, anon.

And btw, D@ny was raped too, remember? And she healed, as you say, she is sensual and passionate. Being raped does not equal, you will never make love with anyone, ever again, in your entire life, you will not get back control over your body ever again, you will never be able to allow/trust anyone to ever love you again, you will never again allow yourself to enjoy making love, that you’ll never feel pleasure ever again, that you’ll never allow to let anyone cherish you, cherish your body, love you as a whole ever again. There is nothing wrong though, in a woman deciding to never let a man touch her again, everyone’s different, some heal quickly, some slowly, and, unfortunately, some never heal.

If she were to allow anyone in her bed, if she were to wed again, Jon will be the one. I am among the people who believe that, she herself will propose the match. She’ll secure her place at Winterfell, she’d never have to leave Winterfell, her home, ever again, she’d have a man by her side, that she 1000% knows will NEVER harm her in any way, she’d have children, which both Sansa and Jon always dreamed of having. As Sophie said in an interview, Winterfell is Sansa’s haven, and if Jon is the key to her staying there, if he’s they Key to bringing stability to the North, she’ll marry him.

People heal, and Sansa, with Jon’s help has done a lot of healing, she is stronger, and more confident, and with him, we’ve seen her come into herself, we’ve seen her happy, genuinely happy, he gave her his love, he gave her strengtht and confidence, and she returned that love, and gave him purpose and acceptance in return. 


Now, onto your -so not- epic boatsex, it was so quick, rushed and had no buildup whatsoever, just passion, as you called it, but passion, lust, do not equal love, especially considering poor Jon hasn’t fuc*ed anyone, in years. He iofc he’s gonna bang her, while he’s at it. I expected for their boatbang scene to bother me, but I was surprised by the fact that it didn’t, at all. It was so, so rushed, Missandei and Greyworm has a better love scene than theirs, it was built up slowly and it lasted more than 20 seconds lol 

“Love didn’t just happen to us, we built it slowly over the years, stone by stone…It’s not as exciting as secret passion in the woods, but it is stronger, it lasts longer.” – Catelyn Stark 2x10 

“And Catelyn just gazes at him with love built on a rock-solid foundation. Years and years of brick by brick and stone by stone. She cares for Ned, loves him in a profound and nuanced way that’s a far cry from the romantic passion she had as a girl for Brandon.” Catelyn Stark AGOT 

These two quotes, fit perfectly Jon and Sansa. Which goes back to show you, passion/lust/desire does not equal love, true love.

I’m not sure what Jon is brewing, but it involves the Northerners turning against him, and making Sansa Queen In The North, why, I’m not sure, but he wouldn’t be so stupid as to declare he’s bent the knee for all to hear, he wouldn’t send a raven to Sansa telling her about it, he’d wait until the great war was won. He’s cooking something, there is a reason why he wants Sansa Queen. One thing is for sure, seducing D@ny is part of his plan, which is going very smoothly, she’s fallen for him, deeply. 

What I think he perhaps has in mind is, sacrificing his position as King, since he doesn’t care much about being King, he never wanted it, his plan is to seduce D@ny, make her fall madly in love with him, so that he has power and influence over her, so that when they get back to Winterfell together, he can use that power and influence to convince to not burn the Northerners alive, to not kill them, to not burn Sansa alive, cause listen, Sansa, she would never bend the knee to a southerner, not after all she’s been through, he will use her love for him, and ask her to allow the North to stay independent, to let Sansa be Queen in the North. 

Part of me even thinks that, in his mind he is also taking into consideration the possibily of having to sacrifice his happiness, by striking a deal for the North’s independence, “I’ll marry you, I’ll come south with you, if, you allow my people to have their own ruler, their own Queen”, of course, once word get’s out he’s a Targaryen, it will change everything, it will change his plans, it will change his relationship with D@ny. Those who think it won’t change a thing between them, are fools. We’re talking about D@ny here, a woman who didn’t give two craps about an army of deadmen coming to kill them all, being all too consumed and obsessed with power and the Iron Throne, that only changed her mind when the Night King killed one of her dragons. When she finds out, the IT is not RIGHTFULLY hers, she’s not the rightful heir, she’s gonna FLIP. Again, if you think she won’t, you’re a fool, and you don’t understand her character.

Going back to Sansa, she is not plain, boring nor weak. She is one of the strongest women in this show, her wits, her personality, her intelligence, her inner strength are the things that kept her alive, though all the horror and madness, that has been her life, since Ned was executed.

I think I would’ve gone mad in her place to be very honest with you, there’s only so much I could take, I always say I’d be dead in a minute, if I lived in Westeros. She’s been through so much, and yet, she didn’t let all these horrors, make her power hungry, or entitled, or evil/mad, nor did she let them harden her, all they’ve done was wake her to reality, show her what the world is really like, and make her stronger, sharper, but she’s remained gentle, caring and kind at heart. She’s grown into a strong, intelligent and beautiful woman, who is anything but boring, plain or weak.

If you can’t see, if you refuse to see how they’re building up Jon and Sansa for romance, for love, that’s your problem, and I don’t quite care, but to go and say, Sansa is not good enough for Jon, because she was raped, that’s literally what you said “she would not give Jon any pleasure”, you talk as if us women are some pleasure tools/machines ffs it’s disgusting, it makes me sick, to think someone would think in such a way. Women who are raped deserve, and are worthy of love, just like every other woman, even more so, being loved, cherished, respected, being understood, is part of the healing process. Ugh, I feel like I’m waisting my breath with you.

Be gone and never return in my askbox ever again, please and thank you.

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“Come on, big guy, you have to come out sooner or later,” Stiles was begging at this point. Was it ironic that the human in this situation was the one begging for attention? Probably. Will Stiles mention that to Derek? No, because he values keeping his face intact.

For all his placation and begging, all he gets is a solid huff from the wolf currently hogging all of his bedding.

He had come home like any other day, dropping his backpack with a much too heavy thud when he had found the wolf sized lump curled on his bed. He had to admit, the first few times this had happened - he cooed and ‘ahh’ed at the werewolf who had taken to finding comfort in the ode de Stilinski. Now? Not so much. 

Sure, Stiles’ heart melted every time he witnessed Derek’s in full shift and tried not to break the magic of how much more tactile the man became when less hindered by his human shape. But this was the third time this week Stiles would be remaking his bed for non-jizz related reasons and that shit took effort. Not even being chased by monsters winded him quite as much as getting a fitted sheet on his mattress did.

“Der, you can’t just hide in my covers forever.”

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anonymous asked:

Read your tags, and the dangerous mission first kiss one sounds damn good I'm up for an essay honestly

*rubs hands together* i really hope you knew that i meant essay when i said essay (aka, more proof that you should never ask me about these two) 

i listened to this 

  • the war may be over, but it’s practically impossible for a demigod to go months without being thrown into some dangerous quest and with percy, annabeth, jason, etc. busy, all heads turn to nico di angelo
  • who of course attempts at getting out of it with his incredibly valid doctor note, except even that is not going to convince chiron this time
  • and as he’s packing to leave, will comes by the hades cabin and just stands in the doorway, not really doing anything besides letting his eyes rest on nico, who hasn’t noticed yet
  • maybe he’s drinking in nico—his figure, his movements, his little gestures, perhaps in fear the he won’t return from his mission.
  • when nico does notice, both of them perhaps look at each other a bit too long before will cracks a smile and nico reciprocates before busying himself with packing aka not letting will’s unbelievably blue eyes distract him from this 
  • and then will approaches him and they just do a lot of cute banter that’s light and carefree as if nico might not die today
  • near the end of the packing, there’s a lot of silences and parting lips as if they want to say something to the other but choose against it and instead exchange glances that look so adoring but with these worried undertones
  • eventually, the dreaded moment finally comes after they walk back together
  • it’s kind of awkward and neither of them know why. maybe it’s cause will has these words that are in his throat that he’s desperate to confess but instead he just swallows them down. maybe it’s cause nico is more fidgety than normal and his lips keep getting dry
  • if it’s going to be the last time will sees him, then his heart insists on embracing the smaller boy and getting used to his figure and warmth all too fast. except he knows nico really hates physical contact, and he isn’t sure what they are exactly
  • little does he know that nico really wishes he could bury his face in will’s neck as well
  • but they both settle instead on a few closure comments with half-hearted smiles and pursed lips and nods before nico turns away with a sole backpack slung over his shoulder and his iron sword securely around his waist
  • and as nico’s figure fades, the panic settles like a fire and it sinks in low until will feels sick to his stomach at the thought of nico getting hurt or even worse-–dying.
  • but he waves that thought away because that is the last thing that he needs to dwell on, and instead he walks back to the infirmary, perhaps shaking a bit, and finds excuses to stay there
  • will takes on all the patients at every given opportunity, leaving his siblings worried but unable to do much about it because will is far too stubborn when he’s nervous
  • and when there’s nobody left to heal anymore, he takes out his medical tools and organizes them all and skims over each book on his shelf but learns nothing because there are thoughts that are racing across his mind
  • will he be okay? will he be strong enough? will he shadow travel himself too much? will he know how to deal with injuries if he’s alone? 
  • and then he hates himself, because he might never see nico again and he didn’t have the guts to even tell him how he felt. 
  • in the process, will falls asleep with his face pressed against his arm and an open medical book on the desk. (kayla and austin have to drag his half-conscious ass to the apollo cabin when they find him) 
  • nico, on the other hand, is doing a bit better since he’s kind of distracted with trying to stay alive, even if he hadn’t seen much of anything for the past few days
  • he finds his target’s general location and when he gets sleepy, he decides to camp it out in the natural veil of a forest
  • nico ests his head on the back of a tree and closes his eyes, sighing.
  • the first image that comes to his mind is the sun kissed mop of blonde hair. it glimmers in the sunlight, and he isn’t sure if it’s a memory but the simple sight of it is comforting
  • eyes still closed, he can almost touch will’s tan skin and gaze into the never ending blueness of his eyes that darken like layers of the ocean. he can feel the presence of will, just the gentle and honest warmth and kindness that seems to circulate around
  • (it’s an easing thought to nico, especially in the dark of night with grumbling clouds above and the wetness of the dirt from an earlier rainfall)
  • just as he feels himself drift off to sleep to will’s voice, a simple creak makes his eyes snap open, and he’s immediately pulled from his thoughts
  • nico surveys the forest, grasping at his sword and holding his breath until the monster lunges from the trees and suddenly nico feels his entire body being crushed, the metallic taste of blood instantly trailing across his lips and all the air in his lungs being squeezed out of him
  • he can’t see well, but his grip on his sword is strong and with a jumble of movement, he’s able to roll free from the monster’s grip and stand on his own two feet, immediately going for a direct slash
  • everything is a blur to him but the groans of the dying creature are enough for him to confirm that he’s done his job before he falls unconscious 
  • will, on the other hand, hasn’t heard a thing from nico in a week by now. he keeps going to chiron, asking him if anyone has heard of him and his heart sinks every time chiron denies it
  • he’s tried his hardest to keep his chin up and act normal, but eventually kayla and austin see his condition and force him to get some rest at the cabin
  • in the silence of the cabin, will realizes that rest is the last thing he needs because it makes his thoughts wander and so he sits up on the bed and takes in a deep breath before considering his situation
  • it’s been a week and he hasn’t given any notice that he’s okay. 
  • will imagines a pretty horrible scene in his head of nico and that’s enough to jog memories of nico’s laughter and smile and he realizes how much he misses that
  • so he takes his pillow and he buries his head in that and lets his worry channel through his tears, and it isn’t long before his tears become more like sobs as he whispers things out to nico
  • please be okay. i can’t do this anymore. please let us know. please be alive. please be okay.
  • nico wakes up in a daze. the first thing he notices is that he’s alive and actually breathing despite the sore throbbing of pain that’s pulsing in his ribs. 
  • there’s still the taste of blood in his mouth and his vision is a blur for a few seconds before it becomes a bit too hard to breath correctly with his face stuffed in dirt
  • so nico tries to sit up a few times and fails before finally balancing himself on trembling legs and looks at the creature long dead before him, the knash in it’s abdomen prominent
  • nico puts a hand over his ribs, wincing at the pain and realizes that a certain son of apollo will be furious at him when he returns
  • the thought of will makes his throat tighten and he wonders how long it’s been since he last notified the camp
  • he’s worried sick about how worried will might be, and he trudges to camp, fighting his urges to shadow travel and get it over with because he knows that if he even tries, he’ll be dead in seconds
  • but eventually, he goes through camp half blood’s entrance and a few faces turn to aid him but he waves them off, insisting that he’s fine.
  • of course, he can’t have them worrying now. he needs to get to will. he doesn’t care what happens to him afterwards. 
  • the thought scares him, but that’s the last thing on nico’s mind at the moment.
  • so he limps along the path to the infirmary, getting more numb to the pain along the way and his heart swells when he see’s that blonde hair glistening in the distance
  • will is sitting down on the steps of the infirmary, and nico notices that his eyes are stubbornly focused on nothing in particular, and for will that means he’s thinking deeply about something
  • the simplicity of that is enough to make those familiar skeletal butterflies flutter across his stomach and there’s a sudden bundle of energy that bursts in his chest
  • he keeps watching the peacefulness of the sight and wants to, forever.
  • “hey” is the only thing that nico can choke out with a pathetically wide smile plastered across his face
  • will’s head shoots up to that voice that he’s been wanting to hear for such a long time now, and tears instantly prick at the corners of his eyes when he see’s nico, in all his torn and scratched up glory
  • he’s okay. he’s okay. he’s okay. he’s alive. he’s okay. he’s alive.
  • those are the only thoughts that are in will’s head at the moment, and he doesn’t know what to do with the sudden ball of happiness and relief in himself besides running up to nico and collecting him instantly in his arms.
  • will lets his head fall into nico’s neck, and he could care less that the smaller boy can feel the wetness of his tears. nico only lets out a light laugh that hurts a bit and he tangles his fingers into will’s hair, breathing in his scent.
  • will’s holding him a bit too tight, his fingers grasping at the fabric of nico’s jacket and he doesn’t want to ease up—he’s too afraid that nico will disappear if he lets go.
  • they part, both unwillingly, but before nico can speak, will captures his lips in a kiss with his own. nico’s lips are slightly cold and chapped, but will couldn’t care less because they’re his
  • nico, on the other hand, offered no hesitation and instead melted into will’s arms further feeling his heart swell with a sense of deliverance.
  • he couldn’t think of anything besides how warm will’s lips were and the taste of coffee that came with them.
  • for a few moments, they stay that away until both boys part and realize that they’ve actually kissed—which is huge considering they were pining nerds who couldn’t even brush hands without turning into every shade of red
  • and of course, they proceed to turn every shade of red when the realization kicks in, but it fades away as quickly as it comes because nico’s alive.
  • forehead touch!
  • …and then they kind of realize that nico has a pair of very possibly broken ribs and that he’s kind of slowly dying and now will is red, panicking and angry at him for every reason on the planet
  • nico couldn’t be happier

i am half asleep and this is such crap but i couldn’t stop myself after i started and it’s really long and im sorry and should i put this under a read more tag??

(also thank you for being a cute and reading my tags!!)

I'm gonna talk about why Maria Stark is infinitely important
  • infinitely

first off, to hell with the fucking notion that 616-maria didn’t love tony and tony never realized she loved him.

the universe realizes tony is a momma’s boy

in his dreams, maria is the one trying to offer input as to how he might lead a less miserable life. (also he reaches for her and theres a fucking butterfly come the fuck on) note that we’re in tony’s head so of course his dream figures are like “you created your own problems” – the important part here is, maria is the one who gives advice

howard wanted a son to take over the name/stark industries. maria was ready to accept any sex.

also here’s something golden. tony stark says this to the demon incarnation of his father’s soul when they’re fighting in hell (i mean lol in case you needed proof howard is scum)

She loved me. Loved us both. Unconditionally. All that’s good in me, all you call “weakness” — the compassion, the caring, everything decent — I learned from herAnd that gives me the will, the need, the strength — to ultimately do — whatever’s necessary.

i know right

i really want to point to one specific part in this.

All that’s good in me… I learned from her.

now listen to me on this

to hell with the notion that tony’s heroic streak comes from howard :) ok. fuck that

sensitive boy

EVERYONE LISTEN TO ME RIGHT NOW. TONY STARK WAS A SENSITIVE BOY

i’m gonna tell you who else was sensitive

MARIA FUCKING COLLINS CARBONELL STARK WAS SENSITIVE

SEE: THE PANEL ABOVE WHERE SHE’S CRYING

SEE: THIS

like i understand that comic portrayal of women wasn’t/isn’t stellar. but at the same time – don’t do the thing where you say maria isn’t strong as a character just because she’s a woman that cries and is scared of her abusive husband after he becomes a raging alcoholic because newsflash not all women need to be SHIELD agents or superpowered physical kickers of ass in order to be worth your time. like we have no evidence that maria wasn’t a SHIELD agent like howard or whatever but even if she wasn’t (and i’d prefer it if she WASN’T) fuck the notion that women can’t be sensitive and feminine and also

fuck the idea that tony took after howard temper-wise, like

literally fuck that

stop erasing maria like. TONY HAD A MOTHER TOO HE DIDN’T SPONTANEOUSLY SPRING INTO EXISTENCE

the little boy who read about knights in the library. that’s not fucking howard stark. that’s the maria stark in tony

this. this is maria stark

and this. quiet and subdued tony stark

thiS IS MARIA STARK

TONY STARK WHO GENUINELY WANTS TO HELP YOU

TONY STARK WHO WANTS TO MAKE YOU A SURPRISE

THIS IS MARIA STARK

THIS IS MARIA STARK BECAUSE THIS IS THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT HOWARD TRIED TO PREACH TONY TO BE

NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE IMPORTANCE OF MARIA STARK

NEVER FORGET THE FACT THAT TONY WITNESSED HIS MOTHER BEING DRIVEN TO TEARS BY HOWARD. NEVER FORGET THAT MARIA WAS TRAPPED IN AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP AND WAS PROBABLY DEPRESSED SHE PROBABLY HAD GOOD REASONS TO START NEGLECTING HER FAMILY DO NOT COME INTO MY HOUSE AND TELL ME MARIA STARK IS NOT IMPORTANT

LITERALLY NO ONE IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN MARIA STARK

MARIA IS THE REASON WHY TONY STARK IS A GOOD PERSON BENEATH THE IRON ARMOR AND SHE’S THE REASON WHY HE PUTS ON THAT ARMOR TO DO GOOD THINGS

MARIA STARK AS HER OWN PERSON NEEDS TO BE DEVELOPED IN THE COMICS BECAUSE HONESTLY WE DON’T KNOW TWO FUCKS ABOUT HER AS AN ENTITY SEPARATE FROM HOWARD AND THAT SUCKS BUT WE DO HAVE TONY STARK AND THAT’S NOT ENOUGH BUT IT’S EVEN LESS IF PEOPLE KEEP IGNORING THE FACT THAT MARIA STARK WAS, IN MANY WAYS, THE ONE POSITIVE FORMATIVE INFLUENCE TONY HAD GROWING UP oh my god i’m so mad MARIA STARK IS THE MOST IMPORTANT

AND EVERYTHING “SECRET ORIGINS”!!!!! IS!!!!!!!! FUCKING BULLSHIT

IT’S FUCKING BULLSHIT because how dare you

i mean. lets go back to that quote

She loved me. Loved us both. Unconditionally. All that’s good in me, all you call “weakness” — the compassion, the caring, everything decent — I learned from herAnd that gives me the will, the need, the strength — to ultimately do — whatever’s necessary.

“She loved me. … Unconditionally.”

how dare you take this certainty away from tony

literally how in the fuck dare you

HOW DARE YOU DO THIS

this is the hallucination from fatal frontier HOW THE FUCK DARE YOU TWIST TONY’S PERCEPTION OF MARIA LIKE THAT

HOW IN THE FUCK

BUT WE ONLY DID WHAT WAS BEST” HOW IN THE FUCK DARE YOU DO THIS

HOW IN THE FUCK DARE YOU TAKE THE ONE PERSON TONY KNEW FOR SURE LOVED HIM UNCONDITIONALLY AND TWIST HIS IDEA OF HER IN SUCH A WAY THAT!!! HE THINKS!!! SHE WOULD DISPOSE OF HIM AND HIS EMOTIONS!! FOR THE SAKE!!! OF THE FUCKING GREATER GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOW IN THE FUCK

DARE YOU DO THIS I’M SO FURIOUS

JUSTICE FOR MARIA STARK I’M SO MAD

anonymous asked:

Hhhmmm...I'm just imagining the DAI companions reacting to a Teenage Inquisitor being kidnapped and how they were rescued (lol, just read the one where the DAI companions reactions to a normal age Inquisitor being captured, so I'm curious). Keep up the good work! Both you and Mod Sarah are awesome!

Cassandra: Maker help anyone who gets in her way. Provided she knows where they are, she’ll kill anyone she finds where they’re being held. No one can stop her. When she finds the shaken but very much alive Inquisitor, she pulls them up and looks them over for injuries, then just stands, hands on their shoulders, and staring at them. Finally, she lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank the Maker you’re alright…”

Blackwall: He blames himself; he thinks maybe if he had been more vigilant, this wouldn’t have happened. He throws himself into battle to save them with no reservation, and comes out of the fray more battered than the Inquisitor is. Even so, he rushes up to them and frees them. “Are you alright?” he asks repeatedly. “Maker’s tits, you gave us all a heart attack! You’re absolutely sure you’re okay?”

Iron Bull: Death and destruction befalls whoever took the Herald. A trail of corpses is left in his wake as he hurries to rescue the Inquisitor. Once he finds them, they peer up at him, covered in blood, but all he does is grin broadly, pick them up, and pull them into a rib-crushing hug. They groan and might complain about the blood, but he just grins toothily. “Glad to see you’re alright, Imekari.”

Sera: She throws an absolute shit-fit when she finds out, and when she finds out where they are, she grabs anyone she can and heads out immediately. Arrows upon arrows fly through the kidnappers. As soon as she sees the Inquisitor, battered but alive and intact, she practically pounces on them with a hug. “Don’t scare me like that again. Please.” she demands.

Varric: He’s encountered kidnapping and hostage situations before, and they’re among his least favorite problems to handle, especially when the Inquisitor is the one taken. It’s a situation he knows well enough that the best thing to do is remain calm and plan carefully how to approach the situation, and with the others, fights his way through to them and rescues them. He checks them over before finally patting them on the back and offering a reassuring smile. “We’re here; you’re safe now. Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

Cole: He knows where they are, and he knows who did it. He moves quickly and silently, appearing out of nowhere and stabbing whoever is in the way, and he follows the Inquisitor’s fears right to them. He feels their relief at the sight of him, and he smiles, daggers dripping blood, a man gargling on his own blood on the ground behind him. “You’re safe now. I’m happy to see you, too.” he greets cheerfully.

Dorian: The man insists on going with whichever companions head out to rescue them, and fights dirty and with little restraint. The whole time, his mind and heart are overtaken with worry and fear, and he takes it out in the form of risen kidnappers turning upon their own fellows. When he finds the Herald, he runs to them, helping them up, looking them over to ensure they’re not seriously hurt, before letting out a heavy sigh of relief and smiling at them, fighting back tears. “Come along, now,” he urges gently, “let’s get you out of this dreadful place.”

Solas: His heart clenches in fear, and as soon as he knows where they are, he takes off without waiting for the others. The Inquisitor, the da’len, is his responsibility, bearing his mark, and he would not tolerate anyone threatening them or endangering them. The Herald is somewhat startled by the calmness with which he kills all of the kidnappers, as if it is but a chore. His heart lifts at the sight of them. “Da’len,” he greets quietly, “are you harmed?”

Vivienne: Like Leliana, she handles it calmly, hiding whatever worry bubbles inside away. Cole may try to bring it up, but she shuts him down quickly and keeps working. A trail of frozen corpses is left in her wake as she approaches the Inquisitor. “My dear, were you hurt?” she asks as she begins examining them, healing any wounds she finds. They say no, and she lets out a quiet breath as she escorts them out, promising them a warm meal and a hot bath to soothe their nerves.

Leliana: The Inquisitor is back within a few hours, escorted by Leliana’s agents, and they’re battered and wide-eyed and shaken, but alive. She smiles calmly as they come back into Skyhold, and comes to visit them. “Welcome back,” she greets, “I trust my agents got you out in a timely fashion?”

Josephine: She panics the most. In spite of Leliana’s reassurances that her agents are on the case and that they’ll be back within a few hours, she finds it difficult to work. All of her terrified thoughts go to the Inquisitor. As soon as the Herald arrives back in Skyhold, she bolts out of her office to meet them, pulling them into a hug if they allow it. “I was worried sick!” she cries. “Are you alright? Do you need anything? Food? A warm bath? Did they hurt you? Let me help you however I can!”

Cullen: His reaction is to send about a hundred soldiers to rescue them. Leliana has to talk him down, saying that a subtle– and stealthy– hand was needed for this, lest the kidnappers see his forces coming and take off with the Herald in tow. He grouchily and reluctantly relents, though he has some soldiers hang back as backup. He can be see pacing the battlements, waiting for their return. He runs to meet them as soon as they appear in sight.

anonymous asked:

so, hi??!! this is like, the first ask that i'm sending to you because... i'm like, very shy. and i say like a lot. whatever. i jUST WANTED TO SAY THAT I LOVE YOUR WRITING!! YOUR AUS!! its so damn inspiring for me, an au lover!!! omg, okay, so... i was wondering, do you have any royal au? like, people... with crowns... it could be modern or old i just wanted some crowns... is that weird? okay, so, maybe with yoongi? i am insecure, im sorry, but u r like my idol and u r so damn amazing!! so bYE

ur idol??? im so flattered ah,,,, 
ive done aristocrat!yoongi (here) and he was part of my prince!au (here)
but,,,,here’s my demon king yoongi au,,,since u wanted crowns,,please enjoy 

  • king of the underworld,,,,,but like nonchalant about it 
  • im thinking yoongi,,,,but with red eyes and sharp teeth,,,but also heavy blink ink tattoos up and down his arms and chest and skeletal wings that can sprout from his back 
  • wears a torn-up motorcycle jacket over his bare chest that’s scarred up and also covered by a tattoo of an angel (ironically) spreading their wings and crying
  • am i thinking one long silver earring that looks like a dagger??? yeah. long nails painted black??? yeah. 
  • and the CROWN,,,,,,,made of black onyx and diamonds,,,,,and shimmers whenever he walks down the halls of his palace,,,,whenever he receives another life into the underworld it becomes part of the diamonds in his crown,,,,??
  • his palace is made of black marble and everything inside is red silk with cold cut diamonds framing the pillars inside
  • he owns a pet Cerberus that wears a collar made of the same black onyx as his crown and can attack on command if need be
  • the lower demons aren’t allowed to look yoongi in the eyes when they speak to him and whenever he passes by the all have to bow
  • yoongi,,,,,like all other demons does have horns but they’re twisted and black and are usually hidden in his black hair or by the crown he wears
  • rumor has it that a fight over the demon king throne left his right horn chipped,,,,but no one has ever been close enough to him to find out
  • you,,,,are actually a divine messenger from heaven which is great and all,,,,,until you have to visit the underworld to deliver creeds from the angels
  • and you’re basically safe because you carry a spell with you that makes it impossible for demons to attack you (unless they want to burn to death) but still,,,,,the way they look at you with hollow red or black eyes,,,,,it’s just scary
  • and ofc,,,,,,yoongi is scary too,,,,except,,,,he’s not 
  • because the countless trips you’ve taken to deliver news to him,,,,has sort of made you see that there’s still something in him,,,,,,that isn’t completely evil
  • there’s something that you think is loneliness,,,,,,but ofc you’d never say that because you arent 100% sure that the spell will keep the KING of demons away from attacking you
  • and on one evening you’re in yoongi’s palace,,,awaiting to see him and tell him of a decision made by the angels when you get word that you’ll need to spend the night because the angels are going to revise one of their decisions
  • and you,,,,,,dont want to,,,,,but the doors to yoongi’s throne room open and you’re escorted inside only to begrudgingly explain the situation
  • and yoongi,,,,has never looked directly at you,,,, because he usually avoids the eye contact because of the law in the underworld 
  • but for the first time he looks up when you finish talking and you see the red,,,,,like new bright flames,,,,,,and you,,,,,,
  • are stuck,,,,,staring into them,,,,,,like some kind of hypnosis
  • until yoongi looks back away and waves his hand, telling one of the demon servants to prepare a room for you to stay the night
  • but before you leave he mentions that dinner is going to start in twenty minutes.
  • you politely try to think of a way to refuse,,,,what the hell do they even eat down here,,,,,but you cant find the words and just aimlessly nod
  • the,,,,,,dinner is much more extravagant than you imagined,,,,,not dead animals or cockroaches like you expected,,,,,
  • yoongi sits at the other end of the table,,,his crown of all black glittering,,,,,
  • you try to eat but you can’t because you can feel those eyes,,,,red like blood,,,,looking at you
  • and when you push back the chair to get up,,,,,suddenly yoongi is beside you,,,walking you slowly up against the wall and you try to not look you try
  • but you can’t help it,,,,,,,and yoongi is gazing right back at you
  • the smell of the underworld is on him,,,,,,but he,,,,,he isn’t scaring you,,,,because something again it just radiates from him,,,,,,,a feeling of,,,,,,,,emptiness 
  • and almost like he’s craved it for years his hand comes up to touch your face,,,,,
  • you can see that it’s burning him,,,you can feel the offset of heat and the small smoke coming from the contact of his hand against yours
  • but he doesn’t seem to feel it,,,or he’s fighting off the pain because,,,,,
  • he lets his hand come down all the way to your chin and being up close like this
  • you can see the dark tattoos,,,the rings of black drawn on his fingers,,, the scars across his chest
  • the crown of diamond and onyx right there in front of you
  • and yoongi is still being burnt but its like something has frozen him and he whispers,,,,,,,
  • “it’s been so long,,,,since ive touched something pure,,,,,”
  • and with that he lets go,,,,,the part of his hand that touched you is burnt - to the point that you can see skin peeling and you want to say something but he turns his back and walks away
  • and you see the wings,,,settled on his skin,,,,,,the servants dashing over to ask what happened to his hand only to have them pushed aside as yoongi leaves the room
  • and you touch the spot of your face,,,the skin still warm,,,,,and your heart clenched tight because you were right
  • there is something,,,so empty,,,,inside of him
  • and is it wrong that you,,,,,,,kind of in this moment,,,,,,want to help him fill it?,,,,,,,,,

anonymous asked:

OMGGG PLS DO THE RFA + MINOR TRIO BEING VAGUELY FAMILIAR TO MC PLSS :DDDD (soz for caps tis 3 am and I'm hyPD)

Anon…. Anon I got this message at 2pm. What time zone are you in?!

Also, writing this was a challenge for Saeyoung, Saeran, and Vanderwood, as… well, if you’ve played Saeyoung’s route, you know why.


Sorry this is going up so far behind schedule, I’ve been sleeping for almost two days solid and I woke up and couldn’t find my computer. Turns out my roommate borrowed it and forgot to give it back. But here it is.


Yoosung

  • MC played LOLOL
  • I mean, she was nowhere near the level of SuperYoosung, the #2 of the shooting star server, but she’d gone toe to toe with a dragon alone once
  • On more than one occasion, MC got the change to fight SuperYoosung in game, and every time, even though her level was lower and she always lost, MC kept getting closer to beating him
  • When MC found out SuperYoosung was her Yoosung, she nearly flipped, having chatted with him on an open forum more than once
  • He’s super excited too, though he thought she was a guy because she didn’t have an open mic, and thus didn’t talk to people online
  • After a few months of either playing with Yoosung or watching him play, MC or MasterCoordinator finally manages to beat SuperYoosung in front of his entire guild

Jaehee

  • MC was a barista at a cafe Jaehee frequented for a while
  • Because Jaehee came in often and MC had a little bit of a crush, she knew Jaehee’s order by heart
  • MC also attempted to leave cute messages on the cups and draw cute images in the foam
  • However, Jaehee was usually so busy or stressed, she either didn’t notice, or  thought it was a cute cafe aesthetic
  • It wasn’t until Jaehee and MC were actually working together and MC made her a cup of coffee with an image drawn in the phone did Jaehee connect the two
  • MC revealed that one time, in a truly desperate attempt to get Jaehee’s attention, she wrote her number in the foam, but it was missed completely
  • Jaehee’s embarrassed she didn’t notice sooner, apologizes, and is happy things ultimately worked out
  • The main reason Jaehee kept going back to that cafe was because of the cute barista, that just so happened to be MC

Zen

  • Well, I mean, MC is a casual fan of his
  • But they take the same train
  • Now, Zen doesn’t ride the train all the time, but when he does, they usually end up on the same one
  • More than once she’s taken a sneak pic of him
  • So, in his route, MC was on the train home from work, in a chat, and Zen posted a selfie of himself in the train
  • A quickly scan located him, and he moment she was off the train, she posted it with a little comment
  • “Hope to ride with you again soon~ 😘”
  • Zen freaks in excitement
  • He all but interrogates her about her travel schedule, but MC gives him nothing
  • After he meets her in person, he recognizes her, grins from ear to ear, and say, “I knew you were my type!”

Jumin

  • Well, ironically, she was already a party planner for the rich and famous
  • They met in passing, a tense business smile here, and brief chats about the weather there, so on
  • And needless to say, his father had hit on her, but she turned him down in an instant, stating professionalism, but the truth was, she was creeped out
  • So when she was thrown into the midst of planning an RFA party, she practically had the whole party planned in an instant more out of habit than anything else
  • Jaehee host? Pfft, MC could do it! Not like it’s anything new!
  • One thing MC would remark on for years to come was Jumin’s face when he realized that she was the woman he was speaking to in the chats
  • While she “stayed” with him over the next few days, he was impressed with her work ethic and her ability to plan an entire party from flower arrangements to table settings to music and guests all from her phone
  • If anything, watching her keep a cool head when things went horribly wrong and one thing happened after another, it made Jumin fall more in love with her
  • He genuinely regrets not getting to know her sooner

Saeyoung

  • Well, it took them a little while to recognize each other, but MC put the pieces together eventually
  • It turned out they grew up in the same neighborhood, going to the same church
  • MC had seen him a lot in passing, but had only spoken to him once or twice
  • MC didn’t know much about him, not even his name, she just knew that things were bad at home, he had a twin brother, and if he wasn’t with his twin, he was alone
  • A few times, she came over and gave him things like food, candy, and the like, in the hopes of coaxing a smile out of him, but they never came
  • Saeyoung didn’t immediately recognize her because (1) she had short hair back then, and (2) MC had changed a lot with puberty
  • And while Saeyoung doesn’t like talking about his past or his childhood, he likes that he has someone who was there and understands who is here for him

V

  • MC worked at a gallery as a glorified secretary for the curator
  • V had sold his pictures at the gallery and they’d spoken casually a few times, but he never knew her
  • However, being the polite guy he is, V always remembered her name
  • When they met again, he wasn’t sure until he saw her picture, and he continued to be friendly and polite
  • MC was the first to ask why he hadn’t released any new works lately, as she was a fan
  • When they did meet again, face to face, she openly admitted to him that she’d always harbored a small crush for him
  • The blush on his face was super cute

Saeran

  • Did you think he did his pink tipped hair alone?
  • I don’t think so
  • … okay, after a while he did, but not at first!
  • No, at first, Saeran had to go to a hair stylist
  • MC was new to being a stylist, but she did his hair with impeccable care
  • he found that having her do his hair was incredibly soothing, even if the environment was not
  • Until Saeran could learn to do his hair by himself, he went to MC to get his hair dyed and touched up whenever his roots started to show
  • Because of this, he was able to watch her and get an idea of the kind of person she was (namely that was naive enough to fall for her coworkers tricks from time to time)
  • So when he needed to find a person to plant into the RFA, MC immediately came to mind

Vanderwood

  • MC had once worked with the agency as a independent consultant
  • She didn’t know any details of their operations
  • All she did was consult on several projects
  • She was also legally gagged and threatened
  • One of the projects she worked on was with Vanderwood directly, but not for any long duration of time
  • And honestly, he didn’t remember her until she remembered him
fic snippet

hi! this is a snippet from a fic i’m currently working on, which will hopefully be done soon! lauren @daggersau read some and really kindly drew me this lovely piece of art to go with this part of the fic, so i really wanted to share it! i hope u enjoy x


Harry shifts closer and closer to Louis on the sofa as another film plays on (they’ve been at this for a while now, light from outside steadily creeping away, film afternoon having turned into a film evening), and Louis is slowly losing his ability to regulate his breathing properly. He can feel the warmth from Harry’s body, can feel Harry’s thigh touching his, and even though it’s a small couch, there’s still plenty of space, so Harry doesn’t strictly need to be this close. Louis doesn’t dare say anything, though. Doesn’t want to.

Harry does get up, though, and Louis misses his presence immediately. Jesus. He spends an hour with Harry in close proximity to him and now he can hardly bear being apart for a mere minute? How pathetic. 

Louis’ not suffering for long; Harry’s just come back, along with even more drinks for them all to have. He also brought a blanket, the same one that he’s now draping over them both, all soft and fuzzy and pink. Louis realises, as Harry’s arranging the blanket, that it almost matches Harry’s nail colour; a glossy, pale rose that he hadn’t noticed before. And of course. Of course this hardened boy who wears tough leather and harsh black eyeliner, and does too many drugs to count, also owns a fluffy pink blanket. How very Harry.

“Love the colour, H,” Louis whispers once Harry is settled, because fuck it, if Harry’s allowed a nickname, Louis is too.

“It’s my favourite,” Harry smiles shyly, as if there’s anything to be shy about. Louis focuses his eyes on Harry, and in the low light, the colour of his glowing cheeks almost seem to match the blanket. Louis is helplessly endeared by this boy. Of course his favourite colour is pink, too.

“Hey, lovebirds, stop your whispering,” Louis feels his cheeks heat up at the comment, and he also feels called out. Is he being that obvious? He’s going to kill Niall, honestly, “There’s a time and place for that. You’re the ones who wanted to watch this film in the first place,” Louis head finally whips over to the source of the sound, to see Niall grinning, who’s not actually irritated in the slightest.

“Shut up, Niall,” he hears Harry mutter from next to him, after a beat, voice slightly breathless, and he sounds a bit distracted, attention probably back on the film already. Maybe it’s not such a big deal then; it’s probably just a joke to Harry, Niall’s comment. Louis wishes it could be just a joke to him, would make things, controlling his feelings, mainly, a whole lot easier to deal with. Louis lets out a deep breath. He’s going to be having words with Niall later. “It’s those two you should be worried about, anyway,” Harry adds, gesturing to Zayn and Liam sitting next to Niall.

Niall looks over - they all do - to where Zayn and Liam are sitting together. They’re all curled up to each other, oblivious to the conversation around them even more oblivious to the attention on them. They’re in their own little bubble, reciting the lines from the film to each other. It’s sweet.

Louis remembers the conversation he’d had with them in the pub, weeks ago now. Remembers what they’d said about feeling secure in each other, how they just knew.

“They’re adorable, aren’t they?” a whispered voice travels to Louis’ ear, barely loud enough. He knows who’s said it though.

Without looking away from the couple, he responds, “Yeah. They’re lucky.”

“They’ve always been my gauge, you know? Ever since they first got together. They fell in love straight away, I think, even when we were kids you could tell,” Harry continues, voice low so as not to earn another comment from Niall. Also, perhaps to keep their conversation private, too. Louis stomach flutters at the simple prospect of him and Harry having secrets together, exclusive discussions that only they hear. Fuck. Louis’ already in so deep if this is what he gets excited about.

“Your gauge?” Louis whispers back, confused at what he means.

“Like, my measurement. For relationships, I mean, people I meet. I’ve always been a bit nervous that I’d never actually find anyone, because my standards are so high, but it’s important to me,” he continues, a bit sheepishly. “I say to myself, if they don’t seem like they’re gonna make you feel like Zayn and Liam make each other feel, that almost tangible feeling of just… pure love, then what’s the bloody point?” Harry responds, light humour in his tone, but Louis can tell, is able to tell now, when Harry’s being genuine or not. And he is, with this. He obviously admires his friends’ relationship a lot.

“Oh. I see,” Louis says softly, and then decides he’s just going to risk saying the next thing he says before wimping out, “So… has anyone lived up to that yet? For you?” Louis doesn’t know why this question makes him so nervous, why he has to work on regulating his breathing yet again in preparation for the answer. (He knows. Of course he knows).

“Hm.” Louis can feel Harry’s gaze latched to him now, and he moves his eyes from Zayn and Liam back to Harry. It’s always back to Harry, it seems. “Not until–” Harry stops then, a puzzling look on his face that Louis can’t quite decipher. Then, unmistakably, in their close proximity, Harry’s emerald gaze flickers from Louis’ eyes, to his lips, and then back again. Louis is almost fully sure that he stops breathing for a second there. “I’m not sure, now, actually.”

Louis has to avert his gaze, has to vacate the intense moment immediately. Harry’s heavy stare is almost too much, never mind the weight behind the words. Louis can’t, doesn’t want to think about what Harry could possibly mean, doesn’t want to take it the wrong way, because Louis always takes it the wrong way. Louis’s past, whether with his family or relationships, has been disappointing, to say the least, and he’s been let down too many times to count. It’s ironic, too, because now Louis barely ever lets himself feel anything, will never admit to himself properly how feels, out of fear of disappointment, but he can’t really help it when it comes to Harry. He doesn’t want to be disappointed, though, it’s happened too often before. Harry’s his friend, and that’s enough. It has to be enough.

anonymous asked:

On the run bucky finds a beaten up old Ironman plushie missing its left arm. For some reason, he takes it with him and soon it becomes his confidant. Later on, when he meets Tony the other Avengers are confused on why he likes Tony more than any of them. Maybe later he admits in private that what really helped bring him back to himself was the Power of the Ironman Plushie!!!

THERE ARE IRON MAN PLUSHIES??? [A quick google search later] I can not believe there are Iron Man plushies and I don’t have one!!! Not that I’m gonna make Bucky suffer for that because he has an Iron Man plushy and I don’t. I would never do something so petty. [*disbelieving snorts*]


Okay so. The weird things don’t start when he meets the other Avengers. It starts when, during one low-key mission or another, people around Iron Man just–keep dropping dead before they can cause any harm? Which is concerning. And yes, Clint, some of those shots are freaking amazing, but it’s also concerning, can we please focus here?

Then there’s the two or three times (that the rest of the team know of) where the Winter Soldier helped Tony out in the field. In (very recognisable) person. Which is even more confusing. And apparently devastating for Steve (though more because the Soldier is damn good at slipping away without their notice before the dust of the fight settles), but Tony tries very hard to stay away from that angsty mess.

And well. Eventually (inevitably, for everyone who has ever experienced Steve’s stubbornness first hand, which is basically everyone who has ever met Steve) a more-or-less un-brainwashed Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier is brought to the Tower. By Steve, whose smile is so wide it’s embarrassing for everyone involved.

A couple of days after that he is finally officially introduced to the team. Not that he hasn’t studied them, fought them, fought with them on occasion as well. No, Steve insists on introducing them, vibrating with excitement, like he’s brought his first friend from school home to introduce him to his family. Which. Weird implications, let’s just forget this particular comparison.

Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier handles the introduction surprisingly (especially to himself) well. There’s an incident involving knives far larger than a sensible person would carry near their crotch, but they all (read: Tony) laugh about it later. Which draws Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier’s attention to Tony for the first time.

Which is how this whole mess Tony has found himself in starts.

Because when Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier looks at Tony he frowns, confused. Asks who he is even, and that’s the first time he’s spoken in their presence. Tony would be flattered if he wasn’t so insulted, because he’s proud of Iron Man, alright.

He’s kind of even more insulted when Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier’s eyes widen in horror when he asks, somewhat jumbled, “You’re Iron Man? You’re the–fleshy parts in the metal?”

And fine. Maybe brainwashed super-assassins have sort of an excuse for missing the big reveal. And maybe the fleshy-parts comment is kind of uncomfortable, draws parallels between him and Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier that Tony isn’t sure are a good thing. But.

“Well, yeah. Someone’s got to fly this beauty,” is what he ends up saying with the Say-Something-I-Dare-You smirk he always uses when he feels uncomfortable.

Turns out Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier dares. As a matter of fact, he’s got a lot to say on the subject.

Because apparently, for reasons Tony can’t discern, Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier–and he really needs a shorter nickname for the guy–feels strangely protective over Iron Man. And apparently now that the fact that Tony qualifies as Iron Man’s fleshy (read: most vulnerable) parts has sunken in, this sentiment extends to Tony as well.

And by extend, he means, surpasses it. By far.

And really, Tony never would’ve guessed that he’d end up saying “If you steal my coffee one more time I’ll kill you myself, and I won’t wait two hours to check if it’s been poisoned, you checked the damn machine twenty minutes ago and fed one of the cups to Clint and he’s still walking!” once. Never mind regularly.


So not what you asked for but I couldn’t help myself! The idea of Bucky being protective of his Metal Man, only to realise in horror that there’s an ordinary human behind that protection shell just wouldn’t leave me alone.

I’m Standing Right Here (dad!Tony x reader)

Requests

1. Please can you do a Tony Stark x daughter reader? Like reader is around 18-19 y/o but feels really unwanted (doesn’t have a mum) and that nobody really pays attention but Nat (mum figure), Wanda and Steve (best friends) are always there? Sorry if this was long and specific xxx 

2. Can you do an angsty Tonyxreader where instead of the reader, it’s Tony that’s having problems and his bad habits are getting worse but everyone just thinks it’s stress until he tries to kill himself one day? And everyone, especially the reader feels bad that they didn’t notice and don’t know what to do now to get him help

I couldn’t bring myself to do a suicidal Tony, so I went with it a little differently, hope you don’t mind!

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Dear Evan Hansen Superpower AU

- takes place in the x-men universe, so Evan (and the rest of the gang) is a mutant. (If you aren’t familiar with the x-men universe, a mutant is someone who has superpowers because of a genetic mutation) His powers are controlling plants, but he’s not very in control of them, so plants will pop up if he gets really emotional.

- neither of his parents are mutants. In fact, Evan’s powers are why his dad left when he was 7 and hasn’t contacted his former family since.

- Evan was able to get through school without a serious incident until 7th grade. A lot of people witnessed his powers, so his mom pulled him out of school. After that was when he was approached about Charles Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. (School for mutants to learn in a safe environment.) We’ll pretend the school was free for him so he gets to go.

- upon arrival, he’s reunited with an old family friend of his that disappeared from school in 5th grade. Evan never knew why until now. He and Jared share a room together, and Jared’s powers revolve around electricity.

- when he arrives, he also meets Alana, a young (and incredibly gifted) telepath. Evan is upset at first that Alana knows what he’s thinking and knows about pretty much everything he tries to keep secret but Alana is very kind and understanding.

- Evan isn’t very close with Jared or Alana for a long time. He avoids Jared because he thinks Jared dislikes him (because of his sarcasm and the way he teases/makes fun of Evan), and he avoids Alana because even though he knows it’s not her fault, he doesn’t want his mind being read all the time, especially when his anxiety/depression act up and his thoughts become… worrying.

- While Evan misses his mom and felt uncomfortable attending a boarding school far away from her, he thought it was for the best, because he would be out of her way and she wouldn’t be burdened by him (besides during the summertime)

- For his freshman, sophomore, and junior years, nothing changes much. He isolates himself as much as possible, and tries to get by. While he’s better at controlling plants in general, he’s still not in control of the plants that pop up due to his emotions. As his mental state grows worse throughout the years, so does this problem. He’s glad that not many people know about floriography, because then they’d understand his feelings and thoughts.

- Evan goes home each summer. During his summer after junior year when his mental state is at its worst, Evan volunteers at Ellison State Park for a few reasons.

1. He feels like he’s a burden to his mother. He doesn’t want to bother her, so he finds a reason to be out of the house.

2. Since his anxiety and depression has elevated, his issues surrounding his powers have too. His mom had been around for a lot of his life, and she has a pretty good idea of what some plants mean when they show up regarding Evan’s emotions. If he’s at the park all the time, he won’t have to deal with his mom seeing the plants as much.

3. The state park is full of plants, and that’s comforting to him.

- during the summer, evan’s isolation increases his depressive thoughts. There’s usually a variation in the plants that grow near him, but now there’s only been 2 things: love-lies-bleeding, which represents hopelessness, and fungi, which represents loneliness.

- one day, Evan decides to finally go through with a thought that’s been on his mind for a while now. He decides that the tree is the best method, because that can be passed off as an accident if it fails, and it’s the most accessible option. He finds the tallest tree he can, and he climbs it. Leading up to this moment is almost scary, because Evan’s mind is calm for once. No more plants are sprouting up around him. If he had any doubt before, it’s gone as soon as he notices this. When he reaches the top, he hesitates for a moment, but then he lets himself let go of the branch and fall.

- when he wakes up, the first thing he notices are the plants growing around him. Rue, which represents regret. Then he notices the numbness in his arm. He isn’t sure if it’s broken until he tries to move it and marigolds pop up. Pain.

- Evan first calls his mom, but she doesn’t answer. Since his house isn’t far, he decides he’ll just walk. He can’t go to the hospital without her. Ever since they found out about his powers, they avoided Evan going to the hospital if they could. Since Heidi worked there, however, she was able to pull some strings if/when there was an emergency.

- Evan convinces his mom that it was an accident, and he gets his cast put on. When his mom says he won’t be allowed to work at Ellison anymore, he’s glad that the school year is about to start.

- when he gets to school, Jared is immediately telling him about the new kids. The Murphy siblings. Since Jared had arrived a few days prior, he’s met them and already delved into the gossip surrounding them. He tells Evan about their powers; how Zoe Murphy controls water and Connor Murphy controls earth. He tells Evan about how they clash, partly because of their powers, and partly because Connor is apparently “batshit out of his mind.” It’s then that he remembers to tell Evan that he’ll be Connor’s roommate this year; not Jared’s. If Jared notices the Begonias that grow at Evan’s feet, representing the fear he feels, he doesn’t address it.

- Jared barely notices the clunky cast on Evan’s arm, but when he asks and Evan tells him he fell out of a tree, he immediately howls with laughter. “That’s so fucking ironic, oh my god!” Evan mumbles something about needing to check into his room and quickly leaves.

- he runs into Alana before checking into his room, and she immediately calms his nerves by telling about Zoe and Connor, who she’s had a better chance to meet than Jared, since Zoe is her roommate. She tells him that Connor can lash out and doesn’t seem nice at first, but says it’s only because he’s struggling, and that she thinks Evan and Connor will be good friends. He sees her glance at his cast as she says so, but she doesn’t ask about it. She doesn’t have to; both of them know that.

- Evan has to set everything down before knocking on the door of his new room with his good arm. He only has one small suitcase with him, a pillow, and a duffle bag, but this has already proven to be difficult with his cast.

- after a moment, the door is opened and Evan comes face to face with his new roommate, the “infamous” Connor Murphy. After Evan explains that he’s Connor’s roommate, he moves aside to let Evan in. When Evan struggles with his belongings, Connor rolls his eyes before taking the duffle bag and pillow from him and moving to put them on the empty bed next to the window. Evan stutters a thank you before the room falls silent again as Evan unpacks his few things and Connor lays on his bed reading a book.

- after a while, Connor puts down his book, and asks Evan how he broke his arm, startling Evan from his thoughts as he unpacked.

- Evan gives the same excuse that he gave Jared, and after Connor shoots him a disbelieving look, his eyes soften and he says, “well that’s just the saddest fucking thing I’ve ever heard, oh my god,” and he chuckles slightly. Evan grows slightly uncomfortable, because he completely disagrees. He’s heard sadder things, and how he really broke his arm is one of them.

- After about an hour, they leave together (more like they both leave at the same time) to go to dinner. They find that Alana, Jared, and a girl who he can only assume is Zoe are already sitting together, and they both approach their table. Connor looks angry, and Evan assumes it’s because of what Jared told him earlier. He looks to the other girl and sees anger in her face too. Definitely Zoe, then.

- the meal is awkward, as the Murphys are either staring at their plates or glaring at each other, but everyone tries to keep up a light conversation. And by everyone, I mean Alana. Jared is too sarcastic for “light conversation,” Evan is awful at any conversation in general, and the Murphys are almost livid due to each other’s presence.

- plants occasionally sprout in the cracks of the tiled floor, or even pop up on his plate, but the others don’t seem to notice.

- after dinner, everyone returns to their respective rooms.

- After getting ready for bed, and offering Connor a weak goodnight, the lights are shut off and Evan is left to his thoughts. He doesn’t know what the future will entail, especially since he can’t imagine himself being there for it. Evan drifts to sleep as his thoughts are manifested in the plants that grow as he drifts to sleep.

Edit: I published the first chapter of this au on ao3 (username lakenpeter)
SPIDEYCHELLE CUDDLING

Okay, so my post about Michelle checking Peter out was pretty successful (thank you for that btw), I decided to do another headcanon - cuddling. ‘Cause we all know they do it.

  • So like
  • MJ’s never really been good with physical affection
  • or any kind of affection, really
  • she’d just say “man up” to everyone, including herself when she was not in a good place
  • like there might be a chance that she was also touch starved or something??
  • anyway
  • it all starts with casual touches from Peter, who does it mostly unconsciously
  • a brush of a hand there, a touch of a shoulder there, add in a few touches on her lower back when they’re walking through a crowd
  • and like, Michelle usually flinches when you touch her, because she isn’t that used to any form of physical affection, even with her parents who still love her tho just aren’t that affectionate fight me I want her to be happy
  • but somehow, she doesn’t with Peter??
  • he has that kind of positive aura around him that calms her somehow
  • she can still deck Flash when he is being a dick though, even with the calming aura of Peter Parker around her
  • it makes her feel good
  • and before she even realizes it, she finds herself doing the same to him
  • the casual touches, the brushes
  • and if she told you that she doesn’t feel goosebumps on the place where their skin connects
  • well
  • she’d be lying then
  • when they start dating tho, it takes a little time for her to warm up to the idea of cuddling
  • remember, Michelle is like 2 inches taller than Pete
  • so she’s almost always the big spoon
  • it makes him feel safe, especially after waking up from nightmares about Toomes and the fucking building he dropped on him
  • and she loves it as well
  • the first few times they cuddle, it’s a mess of limbs and sharp elbows and thick curly hair
  • but they both like it anyway, with Peter even letting out this content noise and Michelle turns into putty
  • remember, that kid can lift a fucking bus, and yet…
  • after the Infinity War, their cuddling changes a little
  • with usually Peter lying on his back and Michelle laying on top of him, her head either on his chest (so that she can hear his heartbeat) or in the crook of his neck, with his arms encircled tightly around her
  • it makes them both feel good, that the other one is there, alive, and happy (well, getting there)
  • after Thanos and everything, she notices that he hugs her longer and tighter than before
  • and she’d be lying if she told you that she doesn’t do the same
  • Peter has always been a hugger tbh
  • and like, while Michelle is taller, Peter is bigger than her, and when he gives her a bear hug, she just feels .. well, safer than usual, definitely, but she feels content, she feels home
  • and after he wakes up from a nightmare, soaked with sweat, his breathing heavy and eyes full of tears
  • she is usually there to comfort him, hug him tightly and tell him that everything’s alright, that he’s alright
  • when she isn’t though, Peter just has to call and make sure that she is okay, as most of his nightmares are either about her dying, or someone he cares about in her place (usually Ned or May, but once or twice it was Tony as well)

Okay, that’s it for now, if you have any other headcanons, feel free to share:)

anonymous asked:

Do you think it's possible to go vegan if you also have food allergies or intolerances? I have reflux disease and a lot of other digestive weirdness and can't eat tomatoes or citrus or anything spicy at all really. Like even black pepper makes me sick. Would vegetarian food be super boring if you need to keep it pretty bland?

Hi Anon!

I think you could definitely go vegan, but you need to look into balancing what you eat. 
My mother has Reflux Disease (also called a Hiatal Hernia) and she has problems with some food as well, but not the same ones you have. She can’t have sun dried tomatoes or even eating too quickly triggers her condition. She eats dried pineapple (as it can settle the stomach) to help combat the symptoms. 

But back to Vegetarian/veganism - Can you do it? Yes! but you’re going to have to be careful. The biggest issues with Veggie diets (I'm talking vegan, vegetarian or plant-based) is vitamins and protein. This is more important for you as you can’t eat some foods. But every food has some combination of vitamins, minerals and protein you can eat a varied diet or supplement.

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Lets start with Protein. Protein for Humans is Derived from Amino Acids.

(Source: X)
Protein a hot topic when anyone discusses Vegetarianism or Veganism, but its actually not as big of an issue as people think. So long as you can get all 20 Amino Acids, in enough quantities, you won’t have any issues. Everything has protein. From the tiny pea to the mighty bread. Eating a varied enough diet will help you keep up on your protein. Depending on what your stomach has issues with you can augment your diet to adjust.

(Source: X)

 Nuts, Quinoa, whole grains and beans/legumes are great sources of multiple Amino Acids(But everything from kale to an apple has amino acids).

Vitamins -  There are some issues with vitamin deficiencies while following a Vegetarian or Vegan diet. The main ones people worry about are B vitamins (specifically B12) and Iron. But given your issue with citrus, you may want to eat more vitamin C heavy foods (such as Kiwi’s, broccoli or strawberries)

Iron is one that mostly female vegetarians/vegan worry about most given the monthly week-long purge of iron from the body. However, it can be a worry for Male vegetarians/vegans too. I myself Have adored spinach throughout my life and frankly eat so much of it I probably never need to worry about Iron. 


       How can you get Iron?

(Source: X)
               Spinach, Lentils, Beans, Kale, nuts, quinoa, fortified cereals, collard                  greens,  tofu and so on. There's many options and (I hope) many you                can eat. Look up: Vegetarian foods high in ____ and you’ll likely find                  something you like and can eat.

B12 is a vitamin that is commonly held to being only found in meat, but it is technically not the meat itself. B12 is a vitamin created by a type of bacteria (Source: X, X, X) that is found not only in the intestinal tract of people and animals but also on organics in nature. B12 can be found in natural water sources that are unfiltered (PSA I am not saying go drink lake/river water! Drink water that is properly cleaned please!!) and on plants we eat (before we rinse them off, but in very low quantities). Humans cannot create b12 that is absorbed back into our body, but we can absorb it from other sources. As Vegetarians and Vegans are not eating animals, I highly recommend you take a b12 supplement of at least 1000mcg a week to twice a week. B12 is necessary to your brain’s normal function.


For your worry of blandness, you can easily make food flavorful without eating what affects your stomach. Soy sauce, honey/maple syrup, mustard, garlic, ginger and so on. (hopefully some fo those are ok by you) Replacement cooking is something I think everyone should learn. Let’s take an example, You didn’t mention garlic so I’ll assume that’s ok for you to eat. You can use chilled oil and garlic and blend it together with a bit of salt to make a creamy sauce for pasta or potatoes. It’s super flavorful (although a bit higher in fat that of a tomato sauce equivalent but you can balance meals around it)

Overall, you should look at eating a varied diet, balancing what you eat for macro and micro nutrients while still avoiding the foods that affect your reflux disease. Make sure to make allowances for vitamins that you may have less of due to your reflux disease. I highly recommend MyFitnessPal (available on Ios or Android) to keep track of your nutrient intake as well as track your macros (Fat, Carbs and Protein).

Best of luck and I hope I answered your question! Feel free to reach out!

Vegan and Vegetarian Recipes!

anonymous asked:

My mom friend says she won't eat artificial meat because it's heavily processed, filled with artificial stuff which can't be good for you, and usually soy based which she thinks is bad for you. She has said that she will never try to do what I'm doing because her 2 year old son loves meat and sometimes all he'll eat for dinner is chicken or hamburger, and all he used to eat for snacks was sugary processed stuff and now he's finally eating exclusively cheese and lunch meat instead. (1/2)

It’s always fun when non-vegans simultaneously claim vegan food is expensive because it’s for “rich health nuts” but then also claim that it’s unhealthy and unnatural at the same time. You gotta pick one or the other, guys.

Every single vegan I know was raised on meat, dairy, and eggs and enjoyed the taste. That’s no excuse. (I know you know that, but I’m giving you a couple responses you can use, if you want :) )

Children throwing temper tantrums is not a valid reason to let them eat whatever they want, either. Human beings are naturally drawn to foods that are high in fat, salt, and sugar, and I think we can all agree what our bodies crave isn’t what’s always healthy for us. Children don’t know better, and we’re supposed to guide them, teach them, and most of all, take responsibility for their health. I really wish my caregivers had been more firm with me and didn’t let me eat crap when I was a kid. I didn’t know any better.

I was curious, so I thought I would grab some screenshots of vegan meats and cheeses that I love, and compared the ingredients to store-bought and fast food meats. Let’s see how they hold up.

Celebration Roast:

Seems pretty natural to me. Lots of spices and vegetables. Wheat gluten, in case anyone doesn’t know, is the part of the wheat kernel that is most filled with protein, and is excellent at creating a meaty, hearty texture.

Apple Maple Breakfast Sausage:

Again, nothing too scary or artificial in there.

Field Roast cheeses:

Pretty simple stuff, they melt like cow cheese, and they taste better than any kind of cheese I’ve had as a non-vegan.

Boca Chik’n Patties:

Maybe not as “natural” as the ingredients above, but Boca is cheap, is pretty damn healthy (3g fiber, 12g protein, 7% of daily recommendations for potassium and 8% for iron, 0g saturated fat, 0g cholesterol), and you can find it in every grocery store.

Now let’s look at some non-vegan products, starting with EASY MAC Cups (which is made by Kraft, who also makes Boca products)

Wow. Not sure what half of those things are. Not to say that that’s bad or good, but you can hardly call that natural, right? Even the Boca patty looks healthier than the mac and cheese.

Cool Whip:

Totally natural, right? Not artificial at all.

Animal products, totally not processed or artificial in the least.

Various products from Hormel, as well as from McDonald’s and Burger King. Kind of interesting how the most natural things about these products seem to be the vegetables and spices they add to them. ;)

I could go pull out the various cans of beans, lentils, jams, nut butters, etc. that I own (and were cheap) to keep proving my point. Not only is vegan food healthy, it can be very affordable.

There is a real problem with healthy foods sometimes being more expensive than processed foods, but that’s a problem of capitalism and the government subsidizing crops for animal-feed, as well as certain crops being subsidized for being made into sweetener - not being eaten directly. Farmers who grow vegetables, fruits, and tree nuts don’t receive direct subsidies, and if they did, that would go a long way into making veganism even cheaper than it already is.

Washington Post - U.S. touts fruit and vegetables while subsidizing animals that become meat

The True Cost of a Big Mac ($12 taking in external health and environmental costs)

US Farm Subsidies Explained (and it’s not to make healthy foods as cheap as possible)

bkwrm523  asked:

Weird question here; who (if anyone) on the Enterprise, if they unexpectedly met a clone or something of themselves, would have the immediate reaction of "damn I'm good looking." And then flirt with themselves for five minutes rather than do anything useful? Sorry, just bored at work = weird asks.

I interpreted this as TOS ‘verse meets AOS ‘verse, Sara. 

The short answer to your question - Hikaru.

Proper discussion follows. Shout out to @medicatemedrmccoy​ and her beautiful idea of Puppy!Pav. I am in your debt, Sunshine.


Jim Kirk

The Jim’s are a little in awe of each other, at first. 

Brown-eyed Jim can’t believe that he was ever that young, and blue-eyed Jim sees brown-eyed Jim as the shining example of everything he can never be, no matter how he tries.

They find themselves alone, and that’s when it all comes out. Brown-eyed Jim listens in horror at the story of the Kelvin, finds himself suddenly understanding the glittering hardness that reflects subtly from this younger version of himself, the jaded, rebellious exterior that blue-eyed Jim projects to hide his loneliness and his fear, all the hurts and doubts of his childhood. It’s a bit like looking into a cracked mirror, and it breaks Jim’s heart. 

Brown-eyed Jim shares his own story, then, and both Jim’s wonder at the wiles of the universe, how two people who’d lived such vastly different lives could be so fundamentally the same, and how, through it all, the horrors of Tarsus had remained a bitter constant.

They talk long into the night, and they find that they share more than they think - a love of classic literature, an affinity for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, an unprecedented skill at 3-D chess, a deep, unspoken fear of failure, inadequacy.

“Slow down,” says brown-eyed Jim to blue-eyed Jim. “Breathe. Look around you, Jim. Look what you have already. I was well into my thirties before I was given command of a starship. Remember, too, that it’s not the life you’ve lived, but the choices you’ve yet to make that determine the man you’ll become. Keep your face to the stars and the wind at your back, and the rest will follow.”

And this is how the Jim’s discover one last thing that they have in common -

They are both exceptional kissers.


Spock

The Spock’s are cordial and distant to one another. They work in tandem, each one half of a whole, each secretly wondering about the differences in experience and perspective of the other, each one knowing it would be illogical to ask.


Montgomery Scott

The Scotty’s are instant besties. 

Finally, finally, somebody who understands that it’s ill-advised to run a dilithium-depleted starship at warp nine, or that it’s dangerous to manually reroute directly from the matter/antimatter reactor to recharge the phaser banks, or that, yes, captain, it’s downright daft to park an entire fuckin’ starship under the water!

They swap stories over a bottle of scotch, each one more ludicrous than the last, and the gestures become increasingly animated, the interjections increasingly indecent until the conversation finally dissolves into a series of “Nonsense!” and, “Yer off yer ‘ead!” and “God’s truth, sir!” “He didn’t, the roaster!” and “Aye, but he bloody well did!” and “Get tae fuck oot!”

At long last, TOS Scotty places his hand on his breast. “Monty,” he says, as deadly serious as a drunken man can ever be. “It’s been an honor, sir. A pleasure and an honor.”

AOS Scotty feels tears welling in his eyes. “Aye, sir,” he says softly, extending his hand for a heartfelt clasp. “That it has.”


Hikaru Sulu

The Sulu’s are immediately appreciative of one another.

“Hello, there.”

“Well, hello myself.”

They waggle eyebrows, they flirt, they banter back and forth, they wink and blow kisses and slap each other’s asses. They even duel - much to the delight of the Pavel’s.

But it never goes any further than this, because each Hikaru is loyal only to his own Ben, and each Hikaru understands this perfectly.


Nyota Uhura

These two take to each other immediately. It’s an understanding that happens without words - in fact, the Nyota’s hardly speak at all, communicating mainly through subtle smirks and knowing glances. 

“Freaky,” the Hikaru’s call it. 

The Pavel’s agree.


Pavel Chekov

The Pavel’s are a force to be reckoned with.

They remind the Nyota’s of puppies, a bit - small, wide-eyed and almost comically enthusiastic, and way too close for comfort


Leonard McCoy

The Len’s hate each other’s guts.

Well, at first, anyway.

AOS Len circles slowly around TOS Len, who stares him down with a glare worthy of high noon.

“Well, spit it out son,” says blue-eyed Len. “Ain’t got all day for you to form a proper thought in that pretty little head.”

It goes downhill from there.

“An anterolateral approach? My god, man, what is this, the dark ages? A superior method is to -”

“Get. Your hands. Out of. My field.”

“Fine, fine. Don’t act surprised, though, when your patient develops a post-op infection. I’m sure you’ll document it as idiopathic.”

“Get the hell out of my sickbay.”

“Your sickbay? Your sickbay? Lord help us, they’ll let any ol’ idiot with a scalpel onto a starship these days!”

“Oh, yeah? Ironic, coming from you. What is it that you do for your patients, balance their humors? Stick around, then, Leeches, you might just learn some actual medicine. But keep your fossilized fingers to yourself.”

“Actual medicine? Tell me this, hotshot trauma surgeon - Did you wait to finish your residency before you violated your oath, or were you a cold-blooded murderer right out the gate?”

That’s how it comes to blows.


In the end, it’s Jim that they bond over.

AOS Len is impressed at how TOS Len leaps to action, despite the fact that it’s not his Jim bleeding from the head, and TOS Len notices immediately how calm and composed his counterpart is,

Once the Len’s are focused on a common goal, working together becomes startlingly easy.

“Grab the -”

“Got it. Did you -”

“Yup. Check the -”

“I’m a step ahead of you, son.”

One Jim is settled safely in a biobed, AOS Len shoots TOS Len a wary once-over.

“Alright then, Leeches,” he huffs, folding his arms defensively across his chest. “Purely out of curiosity…”

TOS Len gives him a good eyebrow.

AOS Len ignores this. “What approach would you use?”

TOS Len smiles.


They discuss medicine first, because that’s easiest.

They swap stories and surgical techniques, each appreciating the other’s exhaustive knowledge, each impressed by the other’s innovative methods and revolutionary contributions to the field. Leonard McCoy, in any universe, is a prolific surgeon and an exceptional CMO, it seems.

The conversation turns to David.

TOS Len drops his head into his hands. “Different universe,” he mutters, “Same mistakes. I’d hoped you’d been spared that much.”

AOS Len looks at TOS Len, then, and there’s a fire burning in his eyes. “I’ve been spared nothing,” he says softly, and the knowledge passes between them – Jocelyn, David, Joanna, oh, Joanna -  the grief, the fierce regret.

“I’m so sorry,” TOS Len whispers after a long moment.

And he is.


“Does your Jim do this to you?” AOS Len asks suddenly, as they are standing at the edge of Jim’s biobed.

He hasn’t woken up yet.

TOS Len snorts. Son, you have no idea. “My Jim,” he starts, because the words fall so easily from his lips.

He looks at brown-eyed Len then, sharply, then again with an expression of slow wonder.

“My Jim,” he repeats softly, then quicker, harsher, putting the pieces together, “Your Jim. You mean, you and your Jim.”

Brown-eyed Len drops his gaze, then, because he hears the ache in those words, the longing, and he understands.

“It’s not like that, for us,” Blue-eyed Len tells him after a long moment. He’s staring at nothing.

“It could be,” AOS Len replies softly, because he can see it.

He knows.


“Leeches,” AOS Len rounds the corner of the transporter room.

TOS Len is on the pad, waiting for the soft “energize,” waiting to go home.

AOS Len bounds up the steps. “I just…” he starts, pauses, ‘cause he’s not exactly sure just what he’s doing, yet.

“Son,” TOS Len starts, but the laugh in his eyes belies his sharp words. “Didn’t your Mama teach you any manners?” He cocks a teasing eyebrow toward AOS Len. “I believe the words you’re looking for are, ‘Thank you.’”

AOS Len rolls his eyes, but he reaches for TOS Len anyway, offering him a firm handshake. “Take care of him, Dr. McCoy,” he says softly. Brown eyes flicker up to meet blue. “Your Jim.”

TOS Len huffs a quick breath out his nose, gives AOS Len a firm little nod. “Always, Len,” he says with a little quirk of his lips. “Always.”

Showers and Feelings ➸ Brett Talbot

Request: Could you please write a Brett one where the reader’s Liam’s best friend and she naturally doesn’t like Brett but Stiles forces them to stay at home together to watch over someone and they end up doing it in the shower?

IM BAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK i apologize for taking so long anon but here it isss!!!!! not as smutty as it could have been but vvvvvv fluffy

HUGE SHOUT OUT TO ROBERT FOR EDITING FOR ME. THANK YOU V V V V MUCH BB ILY ANGEL THANK YOU CUTIE ILY

Masterlist

Requests

Warnings: LOTS AND LOTS OF ANGST; ALLISON’S DEATH; SMUTTY SMUT SMUT; BRETT SO FLUFFY YOUR HEART MIGHT DIE; FIGHTING READERXBRETT; BLOOD; BEST FRIEND!LIAM; ALPHA!SCOTT

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“No. Absolutely not!”

Stiles sighs at your stubbornness. “Please Y/N,” the he pleads with you, “Please, we need you to watch him, just this once.”

“Are you kidding me, Stiles?” you growl, E/C eyes flashing blue, “It’s not about that. But you expect me, while you go out looking for this Benefactor, for me to stay home with the giraffe over here and some random ass beta?” Brett growls and bares his canines at your words. You only sneer at him before letting out a challenging snarl. Brett roars in provocation and advances towards you, eyes glowing, teeth bared, claws extended. But you weren’t afraid. You felt your own canines slide over your lip, and then a chick is heard as you reveal your sharpened claws.

“Bring it, Talbot,” you jeer as he let’s out yet another growl. And then he’s rushing at you. A few feet in front of you, Brett leaps in the air and raises a clawed hand to slash at you. You push yourself off the wall behind you and meet him halfway. The two of you crash in midair and fall to the ground. Brett slashes at your face and you go for his throat with your teeth. You roar in pain as the Talbot boy’s claws drag across your face, easily breaking the soft flesh. Blood drips down your face as you catch his wrist in your mouth, biting down so that the bone fractures. He snarls and struggles against your powerful hold. You release him with a howl of pain when his claws dig into your stomach. Writhing out of his grip on the floor, you deliver a two-legged kick to Brett’s chest and the he shoots away from you.

Brett cradles his injured hand and multiple cracks are heard as his body puts his bones back into place. You hiss as you feel your own wound mending and the skin flowing back together. Your fangs have dulled but your eyes remain glowing a steel blue as you get up and face Brett once again. You snarl at him, hatred burning in his own eyes as you stare each other down.

As you raise your hand to rip his throat out, a roar is emitted from Scott. Your Alpha’s eyes are blood red, and his multitude of sharpened canines were showing as he roared. Both you and Brett are thrown back by an invisible force, though it affected you more than he. You’re immediately shifted back to your human form as you hit the wall. Clawing at your ears, you whimper, just the noise made by your Alpha was hurting you. You whimper again, your body being  wracked by tremors from an unknown source. Liam is by your side in less than a second on his knees.

“Scott,” Liam growls, “What did you do?”

“I was being her Alpha.”

Eventually the tremors stop and you get up with only slight discomfort, Liam at your side, shooting you an apologetic glance You narrow your eyes at Brett before turning to Scott and Stiles.

“Y/N,” he sighs, “Please.”

“Fine,” you say with a tone so cold, you scared yourself, “You owe me.”

——

“Y/N?”

“What, Brett?” you respond, exasperated beyond caring.

“I’m sorry.”

What? You turn to the Talbot boy and raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow at him. “Excuse me?”

Brett shifted awkwardly, staring at his feet and rubbing the back of his neck. “I'm… sorry? For, you know, attacking you, and clawing you, and-and ripping your shirt, and um-” he motions to the blood, cuts, and rips that seem to cover your body all too often since you’ve met Scott McCall and Derek Hale. In the 3 years that you’ve known Brett Talbot, you’ve never seen him like this. Awkward, nervous even.

“Wait, wai-wai-wai-wai-wait,” you hold up a hand to stop Brett’s rambling. “Is Brett Talbot, apologizing to me? Wow, what a day! Do you mind if I can just record it?”

“Stop it!” You laugh at Brett’s disbelieving face. “I’m serious, I-I really am sorry.”

Your gaze flickers to the ground as your lips begin to curl into a smile and Brett can’t help as a grin spreads across his face. “You’re forgiven.” The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“Really?” When you nod, a sigh of relief escapes Brett’s mouth. He steps towards you, toned abs showing through the claw marks that you had left in his shirt. Brett takes another step, and against your instincts, you don’t take a step back. Hesitantly, Brett raises his hand, and pauses, before reaching towards your face. He uses his middle and ring finger to brush your hair out of your face. Brett’s ears twitch at the sound out your heartbeat quickening. Ironically, you can hear his own heart racing.

Brett towers over you, tracing a line of blood across your cheek, the skin smooth underneath as you had healed hours ago. He let’s out a breathy laugh through his nose as he continues to stroke your cheek. Your eyes follow his hand, to his wrist, where a braided leather bracelet was tied, up his arm, to the pulled-up sleeve of his long sleeve shirt. Your eyes linger on his shoulder, the muscles bulging, even as he was relaxed, then to his neck, stopping for a moment on his jawline, then to his lips, which were quirked into a trifling smile, and finally to his eyes. His bright green eyes were soft, gazing at you with such tenderness you didn’t think was possible towards you from the Talbot boy.

Your hand lifted and covered Brett’s own on your cheek. Brett cocks his head to the side, and barely, just barely, leans down to close the distance between his lips and your own. Brett leans in a little more and you breathe in sharply as he gazes at your lips, his eyes flickering yellow for just a moment. Brett closes his eyes and breathes in deeply. “You- uh, you should probably go shower,” his hand falls from your face, dragging yours with him. Brett squeezes your hand, “Go, I can watch Bailey until you’re done.”

You nod and allow Brett’s hand to slip from your grasp. Brett can’t help but watch as you leave and begin to climb the stairs. You pause for a moment and for a second, Brett hopes that you might stay, but you turn away from him and make your way up to Scott’s room.

—-

As you open a drawer to grab some of your clothes that are kept at Scott’s house, you grimace at the box of condoms on the shelf. Kira, you thought, before shuddering and digging out an old t-shirt of your brother’s and a pair of sweats, a bra, panties, and socks. You connect your phone to a speaker and place them both on the counter. You had already turned on the water to make sure that it was warm by the time you climbed in.

You sigh in relief as the warm water hits your back. Reaching for the body wash, you lather it over you hand and scrub your body, scrubbing roughly at the blood on your face, your arms, and your sides. You wince as the water turns pink from the blood of your now-healed injuries. You just stand there and watch as the pink water pales until it returns to the normal transparent color. Blindly, you reach for the shampoo, but instead knock into it. You watch it fall to the shower floor.

“Fuck,” you mutter, reaching down to grab the bottle from the tile. Your hands close around it and you bring it up to squeeze some into your hair. You massage your head slowly as the water washes the shampoo away. The conditioner came next, the cream softening your hair under the spray of water. You sigh as you sit down and allow the water to hit your back. You don’t realize how much time has passed as you just sit there and think. You didn’t know why you and Brett hated each other as much as you did. You shouldn’t. Lydia had told you many times that if you hadn’t hated each other as much as you say you did, you would be perfect for each other. Allison used to tell you the same, whenever you complained about the “asshat my parents make me hang out with.”

Allison. She didn’t deserve her death. None of your friends did. Not Erica, not Boyd, not Aiden, but Allison most of all didn’t deserve what happened to her. You can’t help but picture her face as the Oni stabbed her through the stomach. You picture Scott’s face. You picture Argent’s face. But most of all, you can hear your own deafening scream, mixing with Lydia’s until you can’t differentiate between them. A sob escapes your lips as you return to your body. And you remember, Allison has been dead for nigh over a year now. Tears fall from your eyes and mix with the water dripping down your face as memories of Allison run through your head.

The sobs that wracked your body ceased after a little while and eventually you stood, allowing the water to cascade over your whole body. Slowly your brain began to fall into a sort of lull, and nothing went through your head. You just stood there, staring at the tile in front of you. And then you felt a touch to the middle of your back.

Brett.

“Y/N,” he murmurs softly, dragging his fingertips up your back to your bare shoulder. You were numb at this point, you couldn’t feel anything. And Brett knew this; it would happen to his sister sometimes after their parents died. You had lost too many people, and he knew exactly how to coax you out of your stupor. “Y/N,” he whispers into your ear again. “It’s alright, Y/N, you’re alright. I promise.” His breath hits the back of your neck as his tongue traces the shell of your ear. Your eyes slowly begin to focus at the action, finally becoming conscious of the man standing behind you.

“Brett?” you say quietly, “Where’s Bailey?” “Scott called, it’s over.” Brett’s answer was short and curt.

“What are you doing?” you breath as the werewolf wraps his arms around your waist and pulls your back to his chest. “Brett, what-what are you do-” You break off with gasp as Brett’s lips land on your neck.

“I want to show you how sorry I am,” he hums into your skin. His kisses don’t stop as you tilt your head to the side. “I’m sorry.” Brett’s lips brush over your pulse point and you gasp, letting your head fall against the torso of the giant mix between man and wolf standing behind you. “I’m sorry.”

“Brett, you-you’re forgiven,” you stutter as he continues to mouth at the flesh covering your pulse, “I-I said you’re forgiven.” Brett’s dulled fangs graze your skin and you whimper, chest heaving as you struggled to breathe. “Brett. Brett.”

“Yes, darling?”

Your breath hitches at the pet name that fell from his lips. When you don’t answer, Brett lowers his head back to your neck. A moan of his name slips unwillingly from your mouth.

“I just want to make it up to you, darling,” Brett rasps in your ear, “Show you exactly how sorry I am.” A shiver runs down your skin at his words, and you tilt your head even further, if possible. One of his hands snakes down your arm to intertwine your fingers with his. His other hand - oh, his other hand - stays locked around your waist, massaging your hips with the pad of his thumb, rubbing gentle, soothing circles into your skin. “Just relax, darling.”

And you do. Your muscles relax and your head lolls back into Brett’s chest. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, placing kiss after kiss into your neck. “It’s alright darling, you’re alright,” Brett murmurs, slowly turning you around to face him. One of his hands is still around your waist, while the other rises up slowly to brush your dripping hair out of your face.

And finally - finally - Brett leans in and kisses you. It feels as if it’s in slow motion. He glances at your lips before looking back to your eyes, searching for permission. Your expression says it all. You want this. Him. But just to be clear, you give a slight nod of your head. That’s all Brett needs before attaching your lips together.

His lips are soft and smooth. Gentle. He kisses you as if you’ll break. His thumb caresses your cheek as you respond to his touch. Your own arms come up to wrap around his neck. He’s tall, so much so that you have to pull him down by the neck in order to run your fingers through his hair. Brett moans softly when you tug at his hair. The werewolf pulls you closer to him, if possible, and deepens the kisses, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, then taking your top lip between his teeth.

“Brett,” comes the soft whimper from your mouth into his own. He hums in response, not once breaking apart from you. Brett gently backs you up into the shower wall, grip still tight around you. You whimper his name again when Brett separates your lips. His tall frame stares down at you with such tenderness and adoration that you can feel the walls you’ve built around your heart begin crumbling. “Brett,” you breathe once more.”

The Talbot boy’s eyes flash yellow at the way to say his name and he’s having a hard time keeping his wolf in check. “I-” he begins, but cuts himself off and starts over, “Are you sure, Y/N? Are you sure you want this? If I start, Y/N, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop. Tell me you want this, Y/N. please, tell me.”

“Brett.” You stand up on the tips of your toes, and you still weren’t tall enough. He bends down slightly to hear your answer. “I want this, Brett,” you breathe against his pink, swollen lips, “I want you.” Brett moans at your words, and drags his fingertips up your sides. Your breath hitches at the action, anticipation for what was to come becoming the only thought in your head.

“Brett, please.”

He doesn’t answer you, only continues his gentle exploration of your body, gentle, absentminded touches memorizing every inch like the lines to his old favorite song. His hands are gentle with you, as if you’re so fragile that you’ll shatter beneath him if he presses too hard.

“Brett.”

Your plea of his name brings him out of his daze. He was so mesmerized by you, it was like he couldn’t live without you. Underneath all the hate filled glares, the snide comments, the arguing; beneath all of that, Brett couldn’t help but be totally, hopelessly, head-over-heels in love with you. Brett finally kisses you again, before sliding his hands back down your waist to cup your thighs. Without faltering in the kiss, he lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist. He so tall that you squeal for a moment, breaking your lips from his.

“I’m not used to being this far off the ground,” you mumble, blushing embarrassedly. Brett’s lips part before letting out an unattractive snort. Soon he’s full on laughing. “Bretttt,” you whine, it’s not funny.”

“I-It’s just,” he said between chuckles, “you’re so small. It’s so cute.” Brett kisses you again, peppering kisses all over your face, jaw, cheeks, neck, and lips. “God, you’re beautiful,” Brett gushes, “So beautiful.”

You whimper softly at his words and push your hips against his. “Brett, hurry up, God damn it.” Brett complies, finally. He keeps his eyes locked with yours as he guides his length to your entrance.

“I love you,” he breathes as he ever so slowly slips into you. His confession shocks you and you gape at him, before your eyes roll back into your head. He keeps pushing into you and soon he filled you to the hilt.

“Say it!” you gasp out, needing to his hear his confession once more.

I love you,” he repeats, “I love you. All of you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything that I’ve ever done to you. I’m so sorry. I love you.”

“Brett!” you gasp as he pulls back and slams his hips back into yours. “Brett! I love you too! Oh! My! Go-!” Brett presses his lips to yours fervently, whispering sweet nothings against your mouth.

“I love you,” he whispers again, and it wouldn’t be the last time he said it. Brett drops his head to the crook of your neck, a “you’re so beautiful” falling from his lips and causing you to flush against his body.

The more Brett collides his hips with yours, the harder it becomes for you to control yourself. You grip his shoulder with one hand, while the other tangles into and tugs at his damp hair. The water from the shower head is hitting his back, spraying off of his muscled body and protecting you from the drizzle. You just about fall apart when Brett thrusts up into you at a new angle, hitting a spot inside you you didn’t even know existed.

“Brett!” you nearly scream his name as he repeats his action. Brett continues to place kisses along your neck and jaw, whispering for you to come for him.

“You can do it,” Brett murmurs into your ear, “You can do it darling, come for me. Come all over me. I love you. Come for me.”

And you do. You cry out Brett’s name multiple times as your orgasm hits you, writhing in his strong arms that are still wrapped around your body. Brett groans as you clench around him, and that alone is enough to send him over the edge. Brett’s eyes turn yellow and his fangs protrude from his gums as he sends thick streams of cum into your body. As the two of you come down from your high, he presses his forehead to yours. He laughs breathily against your lips and kisses you gently.

“I love you,” he says once more, “I mean it. I really do. I love you.”

A gentle smile spreads across your face. “I love you too, Brett.

But how are we going to tell Scott we had sex in his shower?”

anonymous asked:

How do I start a War in D&D? I'm planning on playing a Rogue Character in order to get better at Deception, Persuasion and Manipulation. And taking the Noble Background to get closer to Political and Royal Powers. Basically acting as a Manipulative Double-Agent. And my DM is TOTALLY OK with this! He even encourages me because he has this big "War Story Arc" he wants to do. What do you recommend I do first to start this War???

Thanks for the ask, I was very excited to see this question when I woke up!

The first two things I would do is decide: Which factions are going to fight? AND What do you gain from this? I’d say the latter being more important.

Ask your DM what factions or kingdoms in the campaign might be interesting to watch duke it out, maybe there’s already a couple they have in mind. Next, what does your character gain from this war, and why is this the best option? From a player standpoint, I think starting a war creates fun and interesting drama that could be really cool to play! But from a character’s point of view, I find myself not as certain as to why they would be interested in starting a war. These are the ideas I could come up with: Financial Gain, Vengeance, Glory/Fame, Political Power, a Large Scale Distraction, Wiping out Enemy Factions, Taking Down a Corrupt Ruler, or simply a Change in the Political Landscape. I’m sure you maybe already have an idea in mind, so simply pick which one makes the most sense for you. Because starting a war for no reason could feel a little odd or out of place.

Now, HOW do you want to start the war?

Personally, I think the Manipulative Double-Agent idea is perfect so let’s go with that. In a war there is typically a lot of tension between two or more groups being built up over time before an inciting event. After that, someone declares an act of war and the rest is history. But if the two groups don’t have building tension (or need more tension), it’s best to use your nobility to earn some trust and respect from one group and learn all about what’s important to their faction: 1. What they have, 2. What they want, and 3. What they’re willing to sacrifice for it. Once you learn that, you can take advantage of any of these by changing them or actually “helping” them achieve one of their goals. Sometimes, the groups will have more than one in each category.

(For instance, there’s a powerful kingdom with a king and queen. What they have: Power and land. What they want: To sustain that power. What they’re willing to sacrifice: Money and soldiers. This is pretty straightforward and simple. All you would need to do, is trick this kingdom into thinking that another equally powerful kingdom is around and is threatening to impede on their iron rule over the land.)

(Or another example, a village may be poor and suffering from an illness that cannot be cured except through magical means. But they don’t have access to that cure. What they have: An illness that cannot be cured. What they want: A cure or money to get the cure. What they’re willing to sacrifice for this: Possibly everything. And with that desperation, they would be willing to work with anyone who could help. Now this village wouldn’t be able to stand up to the big powerful kingdom, but hopefully these examples should explain my thinking.)

Once you find out how to manipulate the factions, you can start to pit the two against each other over a period of a few months to even just a few days (a group of bloodthirsty Orcs could make starting a war pretty quick). My idea sets up the opportunity for war between factions based on simply on things they want, such as land, money, or power. But another approach to starting a war between two groups is to do something bigger or more immediate. This would be an inciting event.

Inciting events can be pretty straightforward and simple. The assassination of a ruler, the kidnapping of royalty, a sudden attack (ambushing a group, a location, or possibly a significant location such as holy land), stealing an artifact, or even an uprising. Inciting events can (and most likely WILL) happen in addition to manipulating two different groups. The key to starting a war, is to help get this inciting event into play. Whether you’re hiring someone to do the job, doing the job yourself, or simply letting the cards fall where they may. The choice is all up to you, and what you are capable of doing. My advice for you, is try to avoid getting caught and wear some disguises when trying to start a war or things could get a little more interesting.

If you have any more questions send me another ask and I’d love to answer more. Or if any of my followers have any other ideas, feel free to reply or reblog this and add ideas of your own!

In summary:

-Which factions are going to fight?

-What do you gain from this?

-Know your enemy!

1. What they have

2. What they want

3. What they’re willing to sacrifice for it

-The inciting event is important, but could occur naturally

-Don’t get caught!

anonymous asked:

I feel like Peter overcompensates by exercising in his room at like 2 am after patrols and anytime he's alone to try to get more muscular but he's overworking his body??? But what do you think would happen after

peter parker would tbh. he’s painfully aware that his sudden masculine physique has mostly come from the spider bite, it likely amplified the effects of his testosterone as he didn’t have a build this masculine before. he always envied the trans men who could have a build like he now has, and he’s afraid that one day he’ll wake up and he’ll be back to how he used to be and that he’ll get misgendered more often.

so he pushes himself, he works out. but it’s more than that, because he has more stamina than he used to, and he can lift much more than he’s ever been able to – 75 fucking tons as tony offhandedly tells him one day. so when he pushes himself, he really Pushes Himself. he knows this logic is flawed, but the dysphoria in his head rationalizes it.

tony finds him one day by an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the city, literally bench pressing steel girders. not just one, but 11 stacked on top of each other. his arm are shaking like jello underneath them, but he’s still lifting them up and down consistently.

“what the hell, kid,” tony says in a rush, walking over and pulling the beams off of peter with the help of the iron man armor. peter groans and tosses the remaining girders away from him, where they land with an ear piercing clank

“i still had 100 more to do, mr. stark,” peter says tiredly, his face is coated in a thick wall of sweat, he looks really shaken

“listen, i’m sure this is all part of your edgy teenage phase, but why are you on the outskirts of town benchpressing girders and beams?”

“i can lift up to 75 tons, i have to take advantage of my strength while i still have it,” peter says tiredly, wiping his brow

tony groans. “just because you can lift that much doesn’t mean it’s natural or healthy!! you should only be exerting your body that much when it’s necessary, you still have limits, peter!!”

“i was hardly benchpressing 2 tons just now, i can handle it!” peter yells back, looking like he could cry from anger and exhaustion

“did you not hear what i just said! there is a time and a place to push yourself like that, and that’s when people are in danger and you’re adrenaline is high and you have to do it!! not when you’re trying to work out – ”

“these powers could go away at any moment, i have to – ”

“they won’t!! this is who you are now, i’ve run every test there is, that spider bite altered your dna, this is you for life!! that doesn’t just go away! and even if it did, nobody should lift that much peter!! nobody should! it’s dangerous – ”

“not for me,” peter mutters, running a hand through his drenched hair

“oh yeah?” tony laughs, but he isn’t amused. “hate to break it to you, but your arms were shaking pretty hard. which is understandable considering my tracker says you’ve been here for hours. lifting 2 tons up and down for HOURS. it doesn’t matter how super you are, pete, benchpressing even 2 tons nonstop for hours will wear you out. and you could have accidentally dropped those beams on your face, and that’s something you couldn’t have come back from. and for what? to be strong, when you’re already one of the strongest people on the planet?”

peter sighs. he knows tony’s right. it doesn’t matter how much he can lift, he’s being reckless and he has to pace himself.

“what’s really bothering you, pete?” tony says, walking out of his armor, and sitting down on the floor across from peter.

peter rolls his eyes and closes them, and when he talks his voice wobbles. “it’s just scary. you’re a certain way your whole life and it sucks, and then this accident happens and makes you look like how you always wanted, and you can feel it too. and it feels great. it’s scary to think it could go away, especially now that i know what i’ve been missing. it’s scary, mr. stark.”

tony hums. “even if these powers somehow went away, you are still peter parker. you’re still spider-man.”

peter scoffs. “no. spider-man is strong.”

tony sighs. “you are too, peter.”

they sit in silence for a bit, until peter’s exhausted pants turn into even breathing. the cool air in the warehouse breezes over him and helps him stop sweating.

“your aunt know you’re out here?” tony asks softly.

“nah. i should probably head home, may says she’s gonna try and cook tonight”

peter and tony both wrinkle their noses at that

“pepper and i are having pizza, happy is joining us. you and may should come over, have dinner.”

“i dunno, mr. stark – ”

“fine. eat your aunt’s meatloaf, i’m sure you both will love it – ”

“we’ll be over at 8 pm, okay?” peter cuts in

tony smiles and walks back into his armor, and then flys off. he looks down and see’s peter waving at him.

anonymous asked:

#1 soulmates au for whizzer and marvin, please??

SEND ME A SHIP AND A NUMBER AND I’LL WRITE A SHORT FIC

soulmates au

For as long as he can remember, Marvin’s had a name scrawled out along the nape of his neck. It’s almost illegible, more chicken scratch than handwriting, and for the longest time he had been absolutely puzzled by it. Granted, he’d heard coworkers chatting around the water cooler mention that it’d taken them a bit to decipher the name on their skin ( not always because their soulmate was destined to have horrific handwriting, but because their soulmate had a painfully common name; he knew a man once who had already dated a plethora of Jessicas ), but most had figured it out by their teenage years.

But regardless of any difficulties he had in figuring out what his soulmate’s name was, Marvin knew it wasn’t Trina. 

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anonymous asked:

Would you do another thing with Daja? Or maybe Lark or Rosethorn. Because I'm currently questioning and I envy the easy acceptance of their gayness/bisexuality. There's no way in hell my family would be okay with me not being straight so yeah, I'd kinda like to live vicariously through them for a bit sorry for asking.

don’t ever be sorry for asking kindly for things, nonny. this one’s all yours.

when they come home from namorn, a lot of things happen—

little bear comes running and cleans all their faces while briar complains about his manly pride and nice clothes (he gives the old pup a belly rub later, when no one but daja can see him go soft and tired, because he knows she will not taunt or comfort, just stand). 

glaki comes pounding out of discipline cottage, wraps around tris like the vegetable garden is twining around briar, the way evvy is pretending she doesn’t want to, and tris pets glaki’s hair and tries not to remember how much she has grown without her.

sandry will step back into her uncle’s court the next day, and she will be sure, suddenly more sure than she’d been the whole ride back, that she had made the right decision. the citadel will smell like sealing wax and old stone and dried ink. when she steps into her uncle’s study, there will be a mantle of responsibility returned to her shoulders that is just the right weight, that is just what she wants. her uncle will look up from his letters and the light of pride in his eyes will be better than all the riches and legacy of the inheritance that she signed away to a good man. 

for now, though: “i thought the snow might give your roots frostbite,” evvy sniffs at briar. 

“doubting my training,” rosethorn warns. “i taught my boy better than that." 

it’s when rosethorn hugs briar that evvy breaks down and squeezes him tight around the ribs. briar presses one cheek into evvy’s kerchief, tangles a hand in rosethorn’s habit and doesn’t let go until he knows he can grin like he can’t smell woodsmoke on even this peaceful air. 

while glaki chases chime around the yard, tris watching like the fond sister she pretends she’s not, while briar teases evvy and sandry buries her face in the sensible cotton smell of lark, daja slips out the garden gate. 

daja climbs over the flat walks of winding circle until she finds frostpine’s forge, its little bedroom tucked above it, the sharp scents of the metals and the rounded undertone of coal and wood. she wishes everything else were so easy to distinguish by smell as copper and tin, gold and iron. 

his hug is bone-crushing, acrid, and his eyes are clever and dark when he pulls back and looks at her. frostpine gives her a spare apron of his that she’s almost big enough to wear now and a hammer that’s swimming with his magics and they strike metal, shape and sweat in silence until the day is over. daja makes hinges and crafts sigils for some heavy lock boxes that she’s sure even briar would have trouble breaking into. she makes a bucketful of nails, for old times’ sake. 

they forsake the warmth of the baths, after, and go plunge into the sea instead, like they’re hot steel they want to quench. daja’s not sure she’s the right temperature for this, the right hue of glowing red. what if it makes her brittle, not strong? what if her ore was poor quality in the first place? a trader turned lugsha, who weaseled her way back in; a woman who loves beautiful women and then leaves them. 

frostpine gets the story out of her, because he is safe the way she has known few men to ever be, because there are few people more patient in silence than she is but he is one. daja has never had a broken heart before, and she has never been one for many words, but she tries to explain. 

sandry will try to help—she will take daja out riding, keep her moving, because that is how sandry outruns her griefs, always has. she pours her heart into other things, other work. 

tris will give her books to read, because they give you a way out to better things, because they give you something to put between your face and a world that’s not interested in looking at you right. 

briar will take her out to meet pretty young women, like delicate flowers, and daja will feel sooty no matter how well she scrubs her smiths’ hands clean. 

but frostpine listens quietly. he asks her if she can smell the little bits of metal in the waves, the buried treasure far offshore. “your nose has gotten better,” he says. “i’m sorry about rizu.” they dry off, then soak in the communal baths after all, and then he walks her back to discipline. he kisses her on the forehead, warm hands on her cheeks, bristling beard ticking her nose, and says, “you might want to talk to your foster mothers.” 

"you know, rosie broke my heart once,” lark says companionably, when daja does ask, shyly, over tea and honey and milk. rosethorn blushes furiously and daja stares. lark starts to tell a story and rosethorn stomps off to find a stronger tea. 

they tell daja stories of lark the young acrobat, who fell in love with every pretty girl who came to her shows and didn’t kiss one. it’s late and they are all sleepy, guards down, when rosethorn talks about the first boy she loved, haystacks and very young promises, angry fathers. lark was the fourth woman rosethorn decided to love, and the other three names roll off rosethorn’s tongue, easy. daja listens hard for something like sorrow, like regret, and doesn’t hear it. 

“we are a lot more than the places we have decided to lay down bits of our heart,” says lark, “or the people we have offered to give our hearts to. but that’s one part of you all the same: who and what and how you love. i know it hurts right now, chickadee, but you loved her and she loved you. that matters, no matter if it lasts. living, you get bruises. you get strong muscles and bones that don’t heal right. you get so many homes and broken hearts. you live in all those places and you don’t always get to choose which ones to keep.”

“you’re a hardy one,” says rosethorn. “you’ll outlive it.”

“what rosie means is: we love you, and we’re here if you need it.”

after, daja climbs up to the thatched roof where they watched clouds get born as children. the sun is rising. she has her heavy brass-tipped staff and her own smallest chisel. she wants to carve something into the metal here, into the life’s story written out in the circling design. it might be rizu’s name. it might be her own.