tobias i love you so much

Tobias: I hope you will remember. Eventually… I’ll help you, okay? If it’s not too overwhelming. Our parents, Keith and Paris Fletcher, are siblings.

Wendy: I’ve never known my parents in this world. But I’m kind of doing research in parallel universe stuff, so… I can’t say I believe you straight away, but this makes sense. Except for the fairy husband thing…

Tobias: You loved him more than anything. And he loved you even more.

Wendy: Ha… interesting. I’ve always thought I’m incapable of loving someone. All that mattered was… science. Authorities don’t fancy me too much, they’ve tried to shut my projects multiple times. But I’m a tough egg.

anonymous asked:

I was really struck by something I read in one of your earlier replies to an ask, which was "we’ll never know what Rachel would have done after the war ended", and I wondered if perhaps you may actually have some thought about what might have happened if she did? How WOULD Rachel, who thrived in war, adapt to the mundane life after?


After a while Rachel’s aunt and uncle get so used to her stopping by that they just make her a copy of their house key; it’s easier than answering the door all the time or leaving a window open for her, besides which they’re grateful because she’s there almost every day to bully Jake out of bed and into the world to go do something.  Most days it’s just attending Habitat for Humanity builds in the devastated areas downtown or visiting kids from the local hospital who idolize them both.  Rachel doesn’t mind dragging Jake out of his room at all, because while Tobias is good for taking random college classes or exploring new parts of the country with her, there are still plenty of stupid things that she can only talk Jake into doing.  Together they surf during hurricanes, skydive without parachutes, swim to the bottom of the ocean as orcas and throw themselves off cliffs as birds of prey.  

Rachel doesn’t pretend to understand what he’s going through, because she quite simply can’t—if she even tries to think about what it would be like if it was Jordan or Sarah she’d had to kill during that last battle, she tends to lose the ability to breathe.  But while she can’t give him empathy she can give him this: the scream of wind rushing past their bodies as they hurl toward the ground at nearly a hundred miles an hour, the incomparable thrill of the ground approaching them faster than an oncoming train, the moment of simple euphoria during that millisecond decision to once again open one’s wings and tell death not today.  He doesn’t smile much, and never laughs, but that’s always been true to some extent.  She doesn’t concern herself with making him smile, but with forcing him to gasp for air in his refusal to give up on life, to morph when not doing so would mean drowning in the cold Pacific, to swerve a second away from spattering on the ground.  Because she’s the only one who understands the power of those moments to make them forget everything in the world except the heady rush of being so goddamn alive they can barely even stand it.


It’s strange, really, how tough and showy they can be around each other most of the time… and how vulnerable they can become when no one else is around.  Rachel’s pretty sure she’s the only one who ever saw Marco cry after they all watched Eva’s body tumble hundreds of yards to its apparent death, and she knows for certain that she’s the only one to whom he says “it’s like we never really got her back at all,” the day his parents announce their divorce.  In public Rachel and Marco become even more themselves, one-upping each other to see who can come out with the most embarrassing story in round after round of interviews and bantering at lightning speed as live studio audiences laugh and cheer.  Rachel gives a hysterical, exaggerated account of Marco’s failed attempt at gatecrashing William Roger Tennant’s award banquet; Marco comes back with a heroic narrative of how his llama-self saved an entire television studio from the crocodile Rachel conveniently forgot to mention she had puked out backstage.  When talking about the time Helmacrons invaded Marco’s nose, they each manage to make the whole mess entirely into the other one’s fault.  

In private, they sit on the back porch of Marco’s primary house once a week and work their way through a bottle of triple sec they’re definitely too young to own.  It’s during those long evenings as the sun sets over the Newport Beach mansions that they air the things to each other they’ve never told a living soul before.  Marco talks about the hard bright-edged joy of watching 17,000 yeerks sucked into space and only being able to imagine their screams.  Rachel confesses to having cried herself to sleep after she and Ax dropped David on that island.  They air their sickest thoughts, lance their most pus-rotted wounds, spew poison at each other because they know that they are both strong enough (hard enough, cold enough, ruthless enough) to take it and give back in turn.


Rachel’s honestly not sure how far Cassie would have gotten, politically, if not for her help.  Because that girl might have passion and conscience and common sense to spare, but Rachel’s not sure she’s met a more appearance-clueless person in her life.  The world of politics runs on fashion and makeup, though, especially if one happens to be a woman, and any time Cassie’s about to go tell the United Nations why they need to update the Universal Declaration of Human Rights today to include the hork-bajir and taxxons, or to scold Congress into giving the ex-hosts war reparations and not murder charges, Rachel is there in the background helping.  She shows Cassie the power of stalking into a room in a pair of towering heels, the ways to make a string of pearls or a Chanel handbag into a weapon of power.  Cassie laughs incredulously every time Rachel shows up at her house with a literal truckload of perfectly-tailored business suits and evening gowns, but over time she starts to understand just how much her reputation for being as elegant as she is fierce can work in her favor.  

Rachel, in turn, starts to put out patents for the kind of clothes Cassie would love: comfortable and practical items that can be worn for years without needing replacement.  Rachel figures that if she’s an international trendsetter already (and she is: her line of perfume makes millions every year, while black leotards are debuting on Paris runways) then she might as well have her best friend and the world of high fashion meet in the middle.  Of course Rachel doesn’t explicitly mention that her patent-leather pumps with arch support and heel padding are inspired by the experience of trying on Cassie’s Timberlands, or that her choice of size-16 models for all her advertisements comes from making dresses that would fit Cassie and sizing up or down from there.  But what’s most amazing to her is that the other dressmakers and shoe lines start to emulate her choices, emphasizing the comfort and sturdiness of everything they make even as they tout it as “cutting edge.”  If Rachel has dragged Cassie into being a fashion icon, then it turns out Cassie might just have dragged Rachel into being a social justice warrior along the way.


Ax seems somewhat dumbfounded when Rachel explains that there’s an Earth tradition that any ship’s captain can perform a marriage ceremony, and that even if there’s no law on the books about this particular power she wants him to do it anyway.  She’s not sure herself how her and Tobias’s small private ceremony (at least, that was the intention) has grown so much, but even she has to admit that somewhere between the 230-person guest list, the custom chuppah to be hand-embroidered by a team of local artists, the five-tier cake imported from a German bakery, and the dress which is personally designed by Alexander McQueen, things might have gotten slightly out of hand.  Ax takes the duties very seriously, practicing the strange mouth sounds he has to recite more than once in advance and promising solemnly that he will not eat any of the cake until Rachel and Tobias have had the chance to cut it.  

He serves as their best man as well (probably breaking with tradition, not that they care) and the speech he makes afterward is surprisingly heartfelt.  «There has been no greater honor in my life than to fight by your side,» he tells them, «and I owe you both my life many times over.  I owe you more than that, of course, for you have made this strange planet my home when I came to you lost and alone.  I am not sure what humans traditionally wish for each other with a bond such as this, so I will wish you this much: may your lives be long, may your battles be easily won, may you be loved and feared in equal measure, and may your chili always be perfectly seasoned.» 


It’s not like they get jobs, or hold down formal obligations, or do anything more structured than attend occasional classes at UCSB or consult with the fashion agency that sends Rachel freelance checks.  So there’s really no reason they can’t continue their odd lifestyle, only in the same form at the same time for two hours at most.  At least, that’s how it is for the first several years… and then one day Rachel comes out of the bathroom, a tiny white stick in her hand, and they both realize their lives are never going to be the same again.  Tobias is terrified, of course: he’s been abandoned (voluntarily or not) by two parents, four guardians, and countless authority figures, and he’s got no reason to believe he’ll be any different.  But he knows what the first step will be in committing to raising this baby for real.  And so he morphs human for the very last time.  

In the years that follow, after their daughter eventually gets a little brother as well, Rachel and Tobias become more boring than they ever could have hoped for.  Rachel starts working full-time as a fashion designer, while Tobias finishes an advanced degree in graphic design and gets a job with the marketing branch of the same company.  They go to PTA meetings and teach their daughter softball, buy a sedan with good gas mileage and a two-story house in Mendocino County where the reporters can’t find them.  They still get restless sometimes, leaving the kids with Loren or Sarah for a week or two at a time to go white-water rafting on the Colorado River or to climb mountains in Tanzania, but they always miss the kids enough to come home before long.  They donate thousands of dollars to end world hunger every year, and they fundraise millions more.  Someday they’ll retire.  Someday after that they’ll die.  For now, however, they’re alive, and that’s enough.
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For: Anon

Imagine: Being Eric’s sister and your boyfriend, Four, proposes to you.

You tiptoe through the living room and grab your jacket; you quietly pull on your shoes and slowly open the door, “Y/N? Where are you going?”

Shit. You mentally curse yourself, you were a little too loud and your brother had overheard, “Oh, I-I was just going for a walk, I couldn’t sleep!”

“Really,” Eric walks up to you, yes, your brother was the badass, feared Dauntless leader, “I know you’re going to see Four.”

You sigh, you had transferred to Dauntless a year after Eric, you love Eric but much to his disapproval, you had started dating Four soon after transferring, and you two have been together for almost five years now. It’s definitely not easy dating your brother’s arch enemy, but the two of them have tried settling their differences for you, but have always failed. In fact, Eric only allowed you to continue dating Four as long as you promised to live with your brother rather than your boyfriend, “Eric, please, just let me go, Four has been planning some sort of surprise for me for ages.”

“What kind of surprise requires you to sneak out in the middle of the night?”

“Eric if I was old enough to pick my own faction and my own fate five years ago, I’m old enough to meet my boyfriend whenever I want.”

“Y/N, you’re my baby sister, I just want you to be safe.”

“For starters, I’m not a baby Eric, I’m only a year younger than you. And also, I am safe, Four loves me Eric, you can’t even deny that. You know I’m in good hands. Please let me go,” You give him you best puppy-dog eyes and he groans.

“Fine, you can go, just be safe.”

“Always!” You swing the door open and say goodbye over your shoulder.

You make your way to the roof and see Four. He has a little table set up with plates and candles, there is a single rose sitting in the middle. You look around and everything is perfect, “Aww Tobias! This is so cute!”

He pulls you in for a hug and kisses your forehead, “Just like you.”

The two of you sit and enjoy your meal, talking and laughing the whole time. After you have finished eating Four walks up to you and turns on a radio, he then sticks out his hand to you, “May I have this dance?”

You giggle and take his hand, he pulls you in close and the two of you start swaying to the music. You shut your eyes and allow Tobias to lead you. Suddenly you feel his hands leave your hips and you open your eyes, you find him stand in front of you biting his lip, “What?”

“Y/N, I have to ask you something.”

“What is it Toby?” You were the only one who was allowed to call him that.

“As an ex-Abnegation, I’m not really good at all this romantic stuff, and honestly there aren’t enough words in the world to describe how much I love you. So I’m just going to say it,” He steps back slightly and gets down on one knee, no way, and he pulls out a little box, “Y/N Y/L/N will you do me honour of becoming my wife? Will you marry me?”

You let a single tear slip from your eye and you squeal, “Yes!”

He slips the small, simple ring onto your finger, and gets up to kiss you. You spend the rest of the night dancing, until you finally get tired and lie on a blanket staring up at the stars, eventually you turn to Four, “Hey Toby?”


“How am I supposed to tell Eric that you’re my fiancé now?” He chuckles.

“Let’s not worry about that until the morning.”

The next morning you wake up on the roof in Four’s arms, you pull your hand up and smile, remembering that you are now his soon-to-be wife.

“You sure look happy,” You look down at Four who is sleepily smiling at you.

“Well I’m about to marry the man of dreams, of course I’m happy!” He shifts into a sitting position and kisses you. You are startled by the sound of your phone; you quickly pick it up and see 35 new messages from Eric and 6 missed calls. Shit.

“Fuck, Toby I have to go, Eric’s gonna kill me!” You quickly get up and kiss him goodbye.

You run into the apartment and smack right into Eric, his eyes narrow as he sees you, “Y/N!”

“Eric listen I can explain!” You stop as you realize that you no longer have to explain yourself to him, “Actually, no, I don’t have to explain, because I can do whatever the hell I want to do with Four. From now on I can hang out with him as much as I want to, no one, not even you can stop me from being with my future husband!”

“Husband?!” He grabs you hand and looks at the ring, his eyes instantly soften and he pull you in for a hug, “I can’t believe this, my baby girl is getting married!”

“What’s with the sudden change of heart?” You ask surprised at his reaction.

“The reason why I was always so cautious of your relationship with him was because I was scared that he was just using you. Now that the fucker finally put a ring on it, I can trust his commitment. I’m happy for you Y/N, I’m so fucking happy for you!”

The next few months are spent planning the wedding, three months after the proposal, your brother Eric walked you down the aisle and you finally became Mrs. Eaton.

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anonymous asked:

I LOVE your YGO cat!au SOOOO much!! I'm so glad I came across it! I have a question for you though. What order does your Marik and Yami Bakura, um, 'shorts' go? Like Marik gives Yami Bakura a bird and then what comes next? lol

Thank you!!

There is one comic that was posted out of order, but the series is in chronological order in accordance to the publication date. The current posted Cat Drama [that’s not the official title, that’s just what I call it] comics are the following:

  1. Maybe He’s Not Hungry.
  2. Nailed it.
  3. Bakura Doesn’t Share His Toys with Just Anyone.
  4. [Filler]
  5. He’s Still Trying.
  6. A Cat Thief.
  7. Maybe He’s Just Shy. Maybe He’s Just Afraid.
  8. Playing Dirty.

[there are more chapters coming]


For: Anon

Imagine: Coming in first ranking, and tricking your boyfriend/trainer, Four, into thinking that you’ve been cut.

The moment you jumped from the roof and into the Dauntless compound, you were instantly infatuated by Four. He was your trainer, and a month into training, you and Four finally confessed your liking towards each other. Your relationship advanced quite a bit since then. Four gave you private training sessions, which lead you to come in third place for the training portion.

When it came to fear training, you did extremely well considering the fact that you only had five fears, only one more than your boyfriend, whom you know knew as Tobias, but of course, you were only allowed to call him that when the two of you were alone.

Today was the day that you would find out your final result. You meet Four on the roof right after fear landscapes, “Hey Toby!”

“Hey beautiful, how was the landscape?” He asks, he wasn’t able to stay back and watch how your landscape went.

“It was horrific, but I think it turned out pretty decent,” You answer.

He chuckles and pulls you into his arms, “I’m so proud of how far you’ve come Y/N.”

“What if I don’t make it Tobias? What if I get cut?”

“Not possible, you can’t get cut Y/N, you’ll do fine!” He reassures you.

“Ya but I said my landscape was decent, not great,” You say worried.

“You’re going to make it Y/N, now quite worrying.”

“I really hope so Toby, I would never want to leave you,” You lean up and kiss him.

“You’re not leaving, I won’t let you,” He says before kissing you again.

“We should go, they’ll be posting the ranks soon,” You finally say.

“I feel really bad, but I have to go to my shift in the control room,” You pout, “I’m sorry Y/N, but I’ll meet you back here at 10:30 tonight.”

“Fine,” You say, he kisses your forehead one last time before you leave.

You stare up at the rank board in awe:

1. Y/N

2. Max

3. Ruby

First?! What I got first?! Everyone congratulates you and Max comes to talk to you about an open leadership position, and you instantly accept.

You get on the roof at exactly 10:29 pm, and you decide that it would be a wonderful time to prank your lovely boyfriend; you stare off into the distance, trying not to blink until your eyes fill with tears. You were actually pretty good at fake crying, you begin to feel your face heat up and the tears finally start streaming down your face.

You here the door behind you open and you don’t look back, you continue staring off into the night sky. You finally hear Tobias’ voice, “Y/N? Baby are you alright?”

You sniffle, and he’s instantly by your side, he forces you to face him, “Shit Y/N, what happened? Why are you crying Y/N?!”

“I-I’ve been cut,” You say looking down, “I have to leave by tomorrow morning.”

“What?! What the fuck are you talking about?! How is that even possible Y/N?!” He cries shaking your shoulders.

“Well that’s what the score board said! There’s nothing I can do now Tobias!” You yell back, “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t yell at you, I really don’t want to leave you Toby, but I have to, I failed Toby.”

He falls to the ground and holds his head in his hands, “I-I can’t lose you Y/N, you’re all I have.”

You start feeling bad about your little prank; you decide to tell him the truth, “Tobias I-”

“No Y/N, it’s not your fault, I’ve made up my mind, if you leave, I’m leaving with you!” The thought that Tobias loved you so much made your heart melt.

“Shit, Toby I’m so sorry,” You laugh, “I can’t do this anymore. You are so perfect!”

“W-what? Why are you laughing?”

“I’m joking Tobias! I didn’t get cut,” His face is stuck by confusion, “I actually got first ranking, and I was offered a leadership position!”

“So that was supposed to be a joke?! That was not funny Y/N!” He sighs in exhaustion.

“I’m sorry Toby, I thought I would just get revenge for you not being here during my landscape and not being there for ranks,” He rolls his eyes.

“You know you’re a-”

“A bitch?” You laugh, “Yeah, I know.”

“Fuck you,” He says jokingly before pulling you up against himself, “I’m so proud of you Y/N.”

“Thank you Toby,” He kisses you passionately, and you’ve never been happier.

A/N: If any of you picked up on it, the names were the courtesy of my younger sister. LMAO!

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Theo James one shot - fire

(Requested by anon. Warnings none. Fluffy Drabble.
Imagine you burn yourself and don’t tell Theo, he finds out and gets all angry and protective over you.

You hiss as you knock the boiling pan off the side, you cry out in pain as the hot water soaks your arm. You stagger over to the sink and switch on the cold water, instant relief washes over you as the pain lessens.
A stinging sensation still there even after a while of keeping it cool, you hear the front door open and you turn off the tap rushing to dry your arm.
“Hey, babe.” Theo strolls over to you and kisses your cheek, you smile at him and steer him away from the kitchen.
“Work?” You ask casually, Theo groans and collapses on the closest couch.
“Long. I’m just glad I’m home that’s all.” Theo flashes one of his adorable smiles which reveals his dimples.
“Okay, well, I was just cooking dinner so I’ll be back in a minute” you brush your lips against Theo’s with a small smile on your lips, you to to walk away when Theo grasps onto your hand.
“What’s that? Why is your arm so red?” Theo asks furrowing his eyebrows bringing you closer to him.
“I don’t know, it’s just warm in here.” You blatantly lie, Theo sighs and stares up at you. He lightly touches the red soreness, you wince and pull away instantly.
Theo rises to his feet and jumps towards you with concern,
“What happened, (Y/N)?” Theo asks more seriousness now, his stern look causes you to give in.
“I burnt myself on accident.” You mutter as you avoid eye contact with him. Theo grunts and rushes into the bathroom where he returns with a damp cloth. He places it on your arm then stares back at you.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Theo asks more angry than anything.
“Because I didn’t think it mattered, it’s not a big deal, Theo.” You admit, Theo groans and searches you eyes almost to see if you were kidding.
“Well, it does, if you get hurt and don’t want to tell me that’s a big deal! Why didn’t you think it mattered? Why didn’t you tell me?!” Theo questioned, you sigh miserably and stare down at your arm.
“Because I knew you were busy, you don’t have to worry about me.” You try to force him into dropping the conversation but it fails. Theo cups your face his eyes softening,
“Well, I do worry, you’re my girl. I love you and I worry so much.” Theo pulls you into his chest and holds you securely.
You wrap you arm around Theo and chuckle quietly. “What?” Theo mumbles.
“You’re so protective.”
“No I’m not.”

anonymous asked:

I'm loving every part of the novel you are describing, it sounds great, interesting and I'm falling in love with Tobias. So my question here is; do the savior's appereance change or do all look the same? Have a nice time.

D’awwww, thanks! :D <3

They change. That’s one of Her more “human” qualities, though naturally She will look more like Her Mother than Her father because She is destined to inherit Her celestial flesh. Basically, The Savior’s flesh is pretty much pigment-free and filled with a magical power that lights Her up from the inside. She’s a walking, talking lightbulb. 


rule #1: don’t get too attached.
i tell this to myself too much, but of course I end up falling for someone too easily
rule #2: if attached, don’t overthink everything they say.
i couldn’t fall asleep because i was so happy when i thought we had a chance
rule #3: if overthinking, don’t fall in love.
i remember the first night i realized you were really someone special to me
rule #4: if in love, don’t overdo it.
did i say too much? I’m sorry I think I scared you away
rule #5: if overdid, don’t fuck up the rest.
I fucked up the rest

relentlessadherence  asked:

AAAAA I was really scared to send the ask about DSOD Mokuba and just-- gosh he's so cute and I love it! Thank you so much. I love your cats so much!~

honestly never fear sending me asks about the cats I am a million percent happy to draw them / answer any questions about them when I get a moment to do so :3

r0b0ts-d0nt-have-feel1ngs  asked:

Oh shit! I just remembered book three is the first one from Tobias's perspective! The first Animorphs book I've read! You're gonna Love it! Enjoy!

I’m about halfway through it now so shhhhhh, don’t spoil me for how it’s gonna end, but I’m enjoying it so far.  Tobias remains firmly in second place of my Tentative Animorphs Power Rankings as of today.


“You can’t love someone, unless you love yourself first.”
I have never loved myself.
But you.
Oh God, I loved you so much, I forgot what hating myself felt like. [insp.]

luna-myth  asked:

Two things: I ADORE your Animorphs Hogwarts AU ideas so much, omg, and I really love what you said way earlier about the massive framing device/symbolism/character commentary with the different morphs the Animorphs use. So might I ask, aside from Jake's tiger, what's your favorite of those?

Thank you so much!

In addition to loving their battle morphs, I really love what K.A. Applegate does with each of the kids’ first morphs. As with the tiger and the gorilla and the wolf, what’s important is not the generally agreed-upon symbolism of the animals themselves, it’s the details she chooses to convey or focus upon.

Tobias becomes the first one to morph, and he does it alone.  Because that’s who Tobias is, at that point in the series: eager for adventure almost to the point of recklessness, hungry to prove himself without fully grasping what an adventure will entail.  He’s a house cat bouncing from bed to dresser to windowsill, not exactly looking where he leaps.  Rachel morphs a house cat one book later, and the description of that house cat is all about Rachel’s character.  Fluffer McKitty is a gorgeous fluffy murder machine who can fight a human five times his size to a standstill, with enough reckless courage to impress Visser Three, all in a package that is deceptively pretty-looking.  By contrast, Tobias in cat morph is cheerfully impulsive, eager to impress Jake and not particularly grounded—Tobias hasn’t yet learned the hard way to embrace his inner hunter.

It’s not totally clear whether Cassie beats Jake to the punch, but Jake is the next person we actually see morph.  Again, it’s all about the way that Applegate chooses to describe the golden retriever.  Marco in dog morph delights in being an agent of chaos (#10, #35), but Jake in dog morph is bouncy, cheerful, over-eager, and quick to defend his own—even though he is of course defending Homer’s house from Homer himself (#1).  At the Sharing meeting he takes advantage of the fact that everyone overlooks a dog on the beach because even dogs without humans are so very ordinary.  And that’s Jake himself in the first book: quick to respond to unexpected events, fiercely protective of his family and friends… and also a thoroughly mediocre person.  He’s a dumb jock who can’t make his school’s basketball team, a gamer geek who routinely loses to Marco at the arcade, an average kid trying to escape the long shadow cast by his more-competent older brother.  The empire-toppling siberian tiger is yet to come.  

Whether Cassie is the second person or the third one to morph, my headcanon will forever be that she chose the horse morph because of the whole “I hadn’t played that game where I pretended I was a horse since I was about five.  Okay maybe six” bit, where we know that was definitely a childhood dream (#29).  Anyway, that aside, the horse morph has the same implication the wolf morph does: it’s all about endurance.  It’s about Cassie being able to go and keep going toward her ideals, her goals, and who she wants to be.  Cassie has the horselike ability to run through any amount of fatigue for days on end until her body won’t carry her anymore.  She’s also in many ways the one most concerned with protecting this planet and living up to Elfangor’s legacy, which is why she controls the morph to be andalite-like just for a second on her way out.  

Then Rachel becomes an elephant, a freaking juggernaut of destruction who can nevertheless display a surprising amount of delicacy and finesse with that long, clever trunk.  Marco gets the only battle morph who can unlock doors and also pull iron bars apart with brute strength, the most human-like battle morph when he is the most reluctant and least skilled morpher.  Neither one of those needs any additional commentary.

Ax’s first morph is the tiger shark, the “blue blade”—note the name—who is not only an ancient killing machine, but also definitely not a dolphin (MM4).  Ax, quite accidentally, starts out with a morph that is the “natural enemy” of the dolphin that the four humans have morphed (#4).  He’s an outsider, an alien, a “living weapon” who has been trained into the idea of being a warrior since early childhood (MM4).  He’s also mysterious, inscrutable, someone the Animorphs aren’t sure they can trust until four books later, and with good reason.  He himself withdraws from them, makes pains to separate himself from humanity, and doesn’t share important information with them for fear of compounding Elfangor’s violation of Seerow’s Kindness (#8).  Although Ax eventually gets a dolphin morph, and by the end of the war he’s more Animorph than aristh, as of his first appearance he’s a weaponized, somewhat fear-inducing outsider (#46).  

captain101  asked:

yooooo - I always wanna know more about your quizzies SO! What were they like as little kids? AND/OR What are they like with their mounts? Who do they love most? Do they not like to ride? Dont know how to? plz and thankyou <3 <3 <3

HOLY SHIT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK! I was so excited to get it that I couldn’t even look at it for a couple of days, but I finally put together my answer!

Gonna write about my lovelies Tobias Lavellan, sexy Hawke and Kya Trevelyan as kids, and talk about the mounts for my less developed OCs Mabel Adaar and Agatha Cadash, cos while I don’t know much about them I DO know what their mounts would be.

DA Kids!

Tobias Lavellan was a lonely child. She was teased a lot because she has a shem name and her and her mother are somewhat ostracised from the rest of the clan because of her mum’s past shemlen lovers.  

I found some really great song lyrics I that I think describe the way Toby’s mum would talk to her about this. It’s from the song ‘Lonely Moon’ by Cat Empire:
“Don’t you worry if you feel so lonely cos everyone’s lonely, they’re all crazy too, like their mothers, like their fathers, everyone’s crazy under a lonely moon.”

sexy Hawke was the type of kid who ate Clag Glue and was obsessed with bugs. She was a weird kid.

Kya Trevelyan was quiet. She liked to read and kept to herself mostly, but she’s always been the type to care deeply about stuff. 

She’s a passionate person, and even as a child she was questioning the way of things and railing at the world’s injustices. 

She was like me, though I was a little extra. Where I was bringing a bunch of my homemade pamphlets about the Israeli occupation of Palestine to school and talking about it at school assembly (it was weird, I know), Kya mainly kept her righteous anger to herself. 


Toby got a Dracolisk and called her Steven, Kya rides a horse because she wants to look Professional and sexy doesn’t ride. She tried once, failed, then gave up. Her journey to Skyhold is Very Long.

Mabel Adaar is my poor confused child. Please note she looks like this:

(Pictured: Gwendoline Christie)

She’s not white but she has this exact expression and demeanour like 98% of the time.

Mabel has a Hart named Shelby. She may be an awkward and confused child most of the time but she’s also very soft and romantic (her best friend is Cassandra and she romances Josephine), so I figure a majestic hart would work perfectly for her. Why the name Shelby? Dunno, it was the first name that came to mind.

Agatha Cadash has a giant nug called Nugzoar (it was Krem’s idea). Agatha is my Disney Princess, she looks like this:

(Pictured: Tasha Jefferson. She has the most beautiful smile in the entire goddamn universe I swear. Perfect for my Disney Princess Inquisitor)

Agatha’s best friend is Sera and she romances The Iron Bull. She is sunshine and flowers and saving the world.