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s3xiel4ss · 1 year

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Rebel Hearts

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

Requested: no

Summary: Y/n, a new kid, captures the eye of Dallas Winston, leading to a connection fueled by their independent and rebel spirits.

Warnings: unrequited love

Y/n, a newcomer with an aura of mystery and a rebel spirit, arrives in Tulsa. It feels like a breath of fresh air finally. Among the, seven, enamored observers is Dallas 'Dally' Winston, whose curiosity is piqued by Y/n's independent demeanor and a certain spark in her eyes. She stands there, stretching from the long car ride. She isn't from Oklahoma, and it shows. Her eyes were widened at the part of the city she was in, then she rolled her eyes. "I'm sure we'll have fun with her here" He thinks to himself, rolling his own eyes. Just another high class brat thinking they own the place. That was until they made eye contact. He saw her and he felt weak for just a second, as if his mask fell. She smiled at him. Butterflies in her stomach at the small interaction, "man is he a looker", you thought to yourself. Little did you know he would run in your mind through out the time you lived here. Would you go up and introduce yourself? "Come on! Grow a pair!" You thought to yourself. You mentally hit yourself in your face, why are you so nervous to talk to him? He's just some guy. Just some cute, tuff guy, who you could probably run your fingers through his hair while you- You had to cut off your thoughts when your sister got out of the car and muttered a "oh he's cute". you turned your head around so fast you probably got whiplash. Who was she talking about? There were 7 of them surely not the one you want. Surely. "Which one? I mean all of them are alright, but which on do you think is cute?" you ask her, kind of panicked.

She gives you a judgemental stare, then points at the 'movie-star-lookin-one'. You let out a quiet sigh of relief, thanking whoever that it wasn't 'yours'. You couldn't understand why you felt like this about some guy. You haven't even talked to them and in all honesty he's kinda dirty lookin. but for some reasin you got butterflies at him.

You finally muster up enough courage to go up to the black-haired boy. You would at least pretend to want to be friends. As you made your way over you noticed he started talking to the other boys that were with him, his hands were on his black leather jacket. He looked tuff. This made you realise how weird you were acting over some guy you've never even talked to once, and who was probably a complete douche. As you get closer to the group of boys, you hear a New York accent on the dirty teen. His accent only making him more attractive in your eyes. You finally are in front of him. You give him that smile again, he swears he would jump anyone just to see that smile. You were a lot prettier than the girls in Tulsa he usually sees. He stops talking and he looks at you giving you a mean mug, looking you up and down. In all honesty he was checking you out. "Hey, uh I'm Y/n. I'm new in town and I was hoping I could find some friends here?" You look at all the boys, eyes then focusing back on the black-haired boy. He just smirks at you. He looks at the rest of the boys than back at you, "Dallas Winston, just call me Dally." He winks at you and you swear you could die right now. All you do is smile at him. You look at everyone else as they introduce themself.

After hanging out with them for a couple months, not only did you get closer to Dally. You got closer to everyone else. And already being a bit of a rebel back from your hometown you fit in quite well with them. Dallas knew he grew more feelings for you the more he got to know you, but would you ever get to know that? Hell no. But you had no plans of confessing anything anytime soon. Everyone could see how much you two liked each other except the two of you. He was nice to you almost as much as he was to Johnny. You two were completely oblivious to each others feelings. You two would be able to talk, would be able to tell eachother your interests. Bond over shared interests, trying to understand the others that you don't share. That was mostly you though. You two would go to the drive-in together and share a popcorn. If you were cold he would grumble and mutter something under his breath, he would give you his leather jacket begrudgingly.

#dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #EEK I LOVE THIS OMG #Part 1!!#Part 2????

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megamindsecretlair · 4 months

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Get To Know Me Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @nerdieforpedro 😚 for anyone who cares, here's a bit about me! 🥹

General rule: I may overshare in dms and authors notes sometimes but Im generally a private person 🤣 to the point Ive lost friends over it. ive been working with my coworkers for 3 years and they dont know shit about me 🤣 I juss really love yall and feel safe with yall so here we go!

1. Were you named after anyone?

No. My mom didnt want our names to announce who we were on applications so we all got regular smegular names. My name is of Irish origin so my yt folks customer service voice got ppl thinkin I have red hair. I mean....technically yes but its buried under my braids 🤣

2. When was the last time you cried?

At the end of The Marvels. The first end credit had me in real, actual tears. On a more serious note, I last cried before my grandma died. Yall, its fn hard being a caretaker. I was not built Ford Tuff.

3. Do you have kids?

*ahem* 🗣🗣 fuck no! 🤣🤣🤣 I dont even have nieces or nephews. Kids make me nervous and Im pretty sure they can smell the fear on me. 🤣

4. What sports do you play/ have you played?

I played basketball and softball in HS. I love and miss softball all the time even though my big behind HATES running.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Sarcasm is one of my love languages. I put that shit on everything 🤣 Physical Touch is my main one since we sharing.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Ooof, tough. Depends. Some quirk like glasses, lisp, moles. How they walk/talk, the way they laugh. I am a lurker by trade. Overly shy kid and writer by nature will do that to ya.

7. What is your eye color?

Dark brown. When that sun hits 🫠🫠🫦

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I am a HUGE scaredy cat. I dont do scary movies nothin! Happy endings over here! 🤸🏽‍♀️ I will enjoy a thriller but only behind my hands and mostly starring Matthew Lillard.

9. Any talents?

.....no? I have a bunch of useless knowledge or trivia that no one asked for but ya gonna get 🤣 . Juss realized writing is considered a talent 😭 so that too 🤣

10. Where were you born?

US, West Coast baybeee

11. What are your hobbies?

Obvs, writing. Reading, sewing, cons, tarot, tv, listening to music, video games (xbox, switch, PC girlie) , Marvel. Marvel is a hobby. I will talk your ear off. That is both a threat and a promise 😚

12. Do you have any pets?

I have two gorgeous Boston Terriers who run me into the ground every day. Idk why my mom thought two was okay 🫠🫠 my Black ass tide 🥲 👏🏽

13. How tall are you?

Fun sized 5'3 and a half 👏🏽👏🏽🤣 pear shaped. I got ass for days but in the itty bitty titty committee. 😭😭😭😭😭

14. Favorite subject in high school?

Definitely English. My English teacher was so fine 🥲🥲 thats not WHY it was my fave but can ya blame me 😩 I loved reading the books but I hated the themes they shoved down our throats. What if that wasnt MY interpretation of the book??? Hmmm? Some faves include: Their Eyes Were Watching God (Teacake 🥵🥵🥵), Brave New World, Bright Lights Big City (probably where my love of second person is from) , Bronx Masquerade, and The Outsiders. And FUCK the Great Gatsby. If I hear about that damn green light one 👏🏽 mo 👏🏽 fn 👏🏽 time 👏🏽😩😡 and FUCK Of Mice and Men, he aint have to do all that in the end. And DOUBLE FUCK I Know Why the Caged Bird sings. Turned my stomach when she described the SA. Lemme stop 🥴

15. Dream Job?

Writer. I will publish, I will be successful, and I will live the life I want. I claim it 😩 on my Octavia Butler, NK Jemisin, Danielle Allen shit 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Whew! That was fun 😭🤣

No pressure tags: @mybonafidefeelings @bratzmaraj @braverthanthenewworld @multiversefanfics @chaos-4baby @westside-rot @saturn-rings-writes @notapradagurl7 @wide-nose-and-wonderful @blowmymbackout @blackerthings @harmshake @targaryenvampireslayer and who wants to do one. I love learning bout my moots.

#megaminds tag game #get to know me tag game #get to know megamind #im funny sometimes #chronically online emo kid #dass me #i dont cry that often #nothing against it #i juss hate how puffy my face gets #my forehead big because im a people watcher 😭#glasses wearer too #tag game #tumblr tag game #know your moots #join in #i love learning bout folks

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gotankgo · 6 months

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Here’s to hoping Miriam publishes her memoirs soon because her stories are gold:

«CRAMPS / DEAD BOYS: OUR FIRST DATE DEPT. I let a couple days (and 47 years) go by with the fan stuff by others. Cramps followers seem entirely unable to navigate the internet becasue I've had this stuff up forever and still the kids are all bewildered. Here's a foto by Cleveland cohort James taken about a month before the band ever played out, and here's the telling Stiv letter that sets the first date and his doings (seeing Pere Ubu after mailing this letter). . And here's all the advertised shows that they ever played with a girl drummer. Were any of youse at any of these shows, so long ago? More fun to come, documented by fotos, clippings, and handwritten letters from all concerned. There's more evidence in an original postmark than in any latter day rock scribe's half witted "research". Bah, says I. And yes, Stiv is kidding. Any questions?

Gig list / First lineup 1976-1977

Lux Interior (vocals), Ivy Rorschach (guitar), Bryan Gregory (guitar), Miriam Linna (drums)

11/1/76 CBGB, NYC W/Dead Boys (first show)

11/21/76 Max's Kansas City, NYC

11/27/76 Max's Kansas City, NYC w/Suicide and Fuse

12/17/76 Max's Kansas City, NYC w/Suicide and Jango Edwards

12/29/76 On The Rocks, NYC w/Stiletto

1/6/77 Max's Kansas City, NYC w/Uncle Son

1/7/77 Max's Kansas City, NYC

1/8/77 Max's Kansas City, NYC

1/9/77 Max's Kansas City, NYC

1/13/77 Max's Kansas City, NYC w/Kieran Liscoe Band/Stumblebunny

1/14/77 Max's Kansas City, NYC w/Mink Deville/Suicide

1/21/77 Max's Kansas City, NYC w/Blondie

1/22/77 Max's Kansas City, NYC w/Blondie

2/3/77 Max's Kansas City, NYC w/Marbles and Mumps

2/4/77 Max's Kansas City, NYC w/Marbles and Mumps

2/5/77 Max's Kansas City, NYC w/Marbles and Mumps

2/18/77 Max's Kansas City, NYC w/the Fast

3/20/77 CBGB, NYC w/Dead Boys

3/24/77 Max's Kansas City, NYC w/Suicide

3/25/77 Max's Kansas City, NYC w/Suicide

4/1/77 CBGB, NYC w/Ramones

4/5/77 Max's Kansas City, NYC w/Stilletto and the Visitors

4/13/77 My Fathers Place, Roslyn (Long Island) w/The Ramones

4/13/77 CBGB, NYC w/Come On

4/14/77 My Fathers Place, Roslyn, (Long Island) w/The Ramones

4/14/77 CBGB, NYC w/Contortions

4/15/77 CBGB, NYC w/Steel Tips

4/20/77 CBGB, NYC w/The Ramones

4/26/77 Max's Kansas City, NYC w/Lollipop

5/2/77 Lower Manhattan Ocean Club, New York, NY

5/13/77 Max's Kansas City, NYC w The Fast

5/14/77 Max's Kansas City, NYC w/ The Fast

6/9/77 CBGB, NYC w/Ramones

6/10/77 CBGB, NYC w/ Ramones

6/11/77 CBGB's w/ Ramones

6/15/77 Village Gate w/Tuff Darts and Alex Chilton

7/7/77 CBGB, NYC w/Viletones /Diodes/Teenage Head/Boyfriends

7/8/77 CBGB, NYC w/Viletones /Diodes/Teenage Head/Boyfriends

7/9/77 CBGB, NYC w/Viletones /Diodes/Teenage Head/Boyfriends

7/10/77 CBGB, NYC w/Viletones /Diodes/Teenage Head/Boyfriends»

#Miriam Linna #the cramps #cramps’ first drummer #punk rock #history lesson #Norton records

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themultifandomgal · 9 months

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Matt Casey x reader

What if Casey is dating Andy Dardens little sister who comes back to Chicago to replace gabby Dawson when she left Chicago.

Y/n had to leave Chicago to take care of her two nephews Griffin and Ben. She and Casey decided to have a long distance relationship but he visit his girlfriend as much as he can do.

It is the Stellaride wedding and y/n are coming back to Chicago to be there for her best friend and for Severide who is like a brother to her. Y/n has some news for everyone that she tells them about before the wedding.

Y/n is moving back to Chicago with her two nephews and she can finally take care of them in there home city.

Casey is gonna propose to his girlfriend in the evening of the wedding when they are alone. But there is one problem.

Gabby shows up at the firehouse the day before the wedding. Casey doesn’t care that his ex wife is in town and that she will be at the wedding.

But y/n feels uncomfortable when gabby is in Chicago seven if they used to be best friends and partners on Ambo 61 before Leslie Shay started at firehouse 51.

Y/n are best friend with Sylvie Brett and they where partners on Ambo 61 before she moved to Portland.

Based on last episode of season 10 and the first episode of season 11

Matt Casey- Home Pt1

Things were obviously tuff after my brother Andy's death. Heather my sister in law got a DUI and ended up in prison for 15 months. During that time I looked after hers and my brothers kids, when she was released Heather took Griffin and Ben to live away in Florida. She suddenly stoped phoning me and anytime I would phone her I was cut off. Eventually I was blocked. This was heard on me because all I wanted was to speak to my nephews. Matt and Gabby got divorced then I started dating Matt.

Then one day Griffin appeared on mine and Matts doorstep telling us how his mom keeps moving him around and now is in prison again. Of course after a lengthy conversation Matt and I made the decision that I'd moved in with Griffin, Ben and Heather until I know that she can cope again.

I was gone for a long time, but Matt and I made it work doing long distance. He would also come and visit me any time he could, but it's tough. And unfortunately Heather kept getting into trouble, so Matt suggests that the kids just move in with him and I, that way Heather can sort herself out and the kids would have a stable environment. Plus with Gabby leaving I was offered to become PIC of ambo 61. I'm not just coming home because of that, it's also my best friend Kelly's wedding.

I walk into the fire house holding on to my nephews hands hoping to surprise everyone. Of course Matt and Kelly know I'm coming home, but they think my flight gets in later

"Geeze, thought I'd at least get some banners for my return"

"Babe?" Matt looks over a little shocked "thought I was picking you and the kids up later"

"Eh flight changed"

"No it didn't you said you wanted to surprise everyone"

"Thanks Ben"

"YN. It's good to have you back" Herrmann pulls me into a hug which is followed by everyone else

"YN thank you for coming back for the wedding"

"Well that's not the only reason I'm back" I say replying to Kelly

"Well don't leave us all waiting" Brett encourages

"Well I'm coming back permanently, Ben, Griffin and I. I'm gonna be the PIC of ambo 61 again"

"Yes!" Gallo fist bumps the air

"Bless our saviour"

"Oh thank god" Brett hugs me again

"What did I miss?" I chuckle

"The person who replaced you temporarily, well she's not the nicest"

"Emma just creates a lot of drama" Gallo replies for Capp

"She's been after the PIC job since you left"

"Oh well don't worry about her anymore. I'm back next shift"

"Perfect" Brett once again hugs me tight

"Right we best get you guys fed. You hungry?" Kelly asks me and the kids

"I'm starving" I reply chuckling. The kids follow Kelly to the kitchen while I get stopped by my very handsome boyfriend

"Hey"

"Hi" I smile up at him "don't be to mad at me for trying to surprise you"

"Just glad your here and staying" he places his hands on either side of my face and presses a kiss against my lips

"Oh Errm sorry to interrupt" we break apart and see Emma "was just coming to collect my things"

"No hard feelings right?"

"No course not" she smiles but I can see how fake it is

"Come on let's grab something to eat" Matt wraps his arm around my shoulders and we head to the kitchen

"If we had known you were coming back we would have made a nice spread"

"It's ok. Don't worry about it"

"Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3 , ambo 61. Structure fire 336 Arlington"

"I'll see you guys later. Matt I'll see you at home"

"Home. I like the sound of that" I give him a peck before he shoots off

"Ok let's get you guys home hey?"

On the way home the taxi driver starts to drive passed where the fire. I notice Emma outside getting shouted at, but no Matt, Stella or Sylvie

"Hey can you stop a minute?" I ask and get out

"Hey. Boden things ok? Where's Brett?"

"Inside. Woman's giving birth and Jacobs left her"

"Chief send me in?"

"What. You don't start till...."

"I know but if someone's giving birth up there Brett's gonna need help, please?"

"Ok go"

"Ok boys I want you to stand over there with Chief Boden. Ok don't leave his side"

"Ok" the boys leave the car while I run into the burning building

"Brett? Kidd? Casey?" I shout running up some stairs

"YN?" I hear Brett yell and follow her voice

"Holy shit" I notice the room on fire

"She's crowning" Brett tells me "YN give me the bulb suction" I hand her what she needs while I tend to her wound on her shoulder "ok big push" Brett says. Thankfully we hear crying from the baby

"Ok Kidd Casey carry her out. Brett you got the baby?"

"Yeah"

"Ok when we have them in the ambo I want to put oxygen on the baby just in case as well as the mother. Let's go" I grab the bag and follow the others out. When we get outside to safety I hear Emma getting told to clean out her locker

"Welcome home YN" Brett smiles giving me a side hug once the baby was in the ambo having oxygen thanks to other paramedics that just arrived.

We arrive back at the firehouse, everyone excited for my return when I see Gabby. My old best friend

"Hey" she smiles and Matt and I

"Hi Gabby"

"Well this is awkward" Mouch mumbles earning a nudge from Gallo

"I'm not here to cause drama. Just here for the wedding"

"Errm it's good to see you Gabby. Matt I'm gonna take the kids home. I'll see you later" I give him a kiss and leave the firehouse feeling a little uncomfortable about Matts ex being here. Yes we were once friends and yes ok I'm the bitch that dated her best friends ex husband, but doesn't mean that I'm not a little worried.

#one chicago imagine #one chicago #chicago fire #chicago fire imagine #matt casey x oc #matt casey imagine #matt casey x reader #matt casey #Matt casey x wife

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makrostil · 2 years

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tuff city kids 2022

#tuffcitykids #2022 #tck #sbahn #s7 #graffiti #berlin #zugzeit

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thebookwormfairy · 1 year

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What if Marinette and Adrien had an Adult (Part 2)

So been thinking about this for awhile. This is going to be a Maribat fic (Mostly found family, Daminette (eventually) Adrien x Jon Kent (they would be awesome together) Jason Todd x OFC (mentioned)). What if Selina took a note out of Bruce's book and adopted a little orphan of her own. What if she was close to Jason, what if she followed Dick and started the Teen Titans after losing Jason, and what if she eventually ended up in Paris saw Hawkmoth and these two kids doing their best and just went "mine now!". Well I guess we'll find out.

Masterlist

Prologue

Dusk welcomed the 2 young heros to her hideout

Kitty had bought this building when she first moved to Paris as a place to train in peace and a place for the Titans to hang out when they visited

Dusk: Welcome to Grande Falls or the unofficial name Titans' Falls!

Ladybug and Chat Noir looked in wonder at all the training equipment in the huge room that took up what looked to be two floors from the outside

Half the room was exercise equipment and the other half was filled with parkour equipment while the rafters had what look to be trapeze equipment

Chat Noir: Titans' Falls?

Dusk: Yep! I own this whole building and the Titans use it as a base for operations in France.

Ladybug *pointing up*: Is that trapeze stuff?

Dusk: Again yes, one of my friends is a trapeze artist and he taught me and I'm going to teach you. It'll help you in the field. I'll also going to be teaching you parkour and have y'all doing strength training. For now we're going to focus on your skills in the suits but as time goes on I want us to focus on your skills out of the suits too. But for now let's see what y'all can do in the suits, 10 laps around the gym right now!

The 2 younger heros have Dusk a solute before following orders

Dusk took her mother's approach to training

Be encouraging but tuff

After 2 hours of assessing their skills Dusk called for an end to training

Dusk: You did great tonight guys! Now head home and get to bed! We'll be doing out of suit practice Friday night at midnight. Wear exercise clothes and comfortable shoes.

Ladybug: shouldn't we do a patrol around the city to make sure everything is okay?

Dusk: I already patrolled for tonight and after that exercise you need rest not more work, but before I forget, these are for you

Dusk hand them 2 bright yellow Titans Communicators

Dusk: If you need me or each other you can call on this I already have all of our numbers programed into it, but I also have the number for the main Titans tower in it, just in case the worst is to happen you can still call for help.

Chat: Wow so cool!

Ladybug: Thank you Dusk for everything

Dusk rubbed the heads of the two teens affectionately

Dusk: Don't mention it kid, now off to bed the both of ya!

Once the 2 teens left Kitty tried to call Raven again to talk about the miraculous

Whenever she would try to talk about it, the feed would go static until she stop and it was like Raven completely forgot about their previous conversation until Kitty brought it up directly

It seemed that the miraculous or whoever was handing them out didn't want the information to leave Paris

So instead of getting information Kitty set up a safe word with the Titans that if they hear it they need to come to Paris ASAP and track the communicators and help the kids holding it

The safe words had to be something that people couldn't guess

Something that only she would use

The safe word was Pride and Prejudice

Kitty looked over to a well loved book that sat on her bedside table

She still remember the day she got that very book from...Jason

*Flashback*

Jason: Happy 16th Birthday KitKat!

Jason hugged Kitty from behind giving her a big kiss on the cheek

Kitty: Thank you, dork.

Jason: Aw and I thought we were past that darling. Enough of that! Time to open the present I got you.

The older boy handed over a small present

Kitty: Thank you Jason, but you know you didn't have to get me anything, you being here is enough, I feel like you're always on patrol or some case right now

Jason: I'll always make time for you. Now stop stalling and open your gift

Kitty did and inside was a copy of the book "Pride and Prejudice"

Kitty: I love this story, but I haven't read the book yet

Jason: Which is a crime! But I got you this book for another reason. This is our story. We started out with you hating me, while poor me fell in love at first sight and didn't know how to show it.

Kitty gave Jason a light shove at his dramatics

Jason: but we over came first impressions and became friends, then we became more than friends, and now I couldn't imagine my life without you Kitty. I know we're still young but I know you're it for me. I love you Kitty

Kitty: I love you too Jason

*Flashback End*

But it was more than just a book

Jason had made little notes in the margins for her

What he thought when he first saw her, his perspective on their interactions, and his thoughts on their future

Kitty couldn't bear to open the book now but she couldn't let it go either

It was the last thing she had of Jason and she wasn't willing to give it up

The next day Kitty was at her day job in the bakery when Marinette came storming in for lunch

Kitty: Whoa there firefly what's up? What's got you stomping around?

Marinette: Not only am I in class with Chloe again, but her friend Adrien is also in the class and he seems to be just as bad as her! He put gum on my chair today!

Kitty glanced towards the school and see a blond boy race out of the school and towards the bakery

Kitty: Did you see him put the gum on your chair or was he just standing over the gum

Marinette: Well I didn't exactly see him do it, but knowing Chloe I doubt people who call her a friend are much better

Kitty: I don't know mean people don't usually go out of their way to explain themselves

Marinette: But he hasn't!

Kitty: But it looks like he's about you

Adrien did come to apologize and explain that he was just trying to get the gum off her chair not put it on

That lunch period Marinette and Adrien struck up a strong friendship

The laughed and talked about the fashion world with Kitty interjecting every now and then but mostly just enjoying the conversation between the two teens

Outside the bakery an old man and the Turtle kwami stood and watch the trio laugh and joke

Wayzz: It seems like the holders have found a mentor mastor

Fu: Maybe that's a good thing. The holders are still very young and they could use some guidance. I cannot reveal myself until our enemy does, so until then Ms. Kyle seems to be doing a fine job for now.

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@immafangirl @alysrose-starchild @myazael @labschaos @meme991001

#maribat #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #kitty kyle #She's their mom now #and she is a tired mom #jason todd x oc #jason todd x ofc

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tailing-sun · 1 month

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Shadow High OCs Bio 8 (Final): Blake Luz

COLOUR: Platinum

YEAR: Fourth

GENDER: Male

FOCUS: Mixed Media

STYLE: Layered. Industrial. Punk.

QUOTE: “Hear my engine roar!”

BIO: Ruff, tuff, tall, and buff, Blake is an upperclassman athlete whose unbeatable inverted biker look shows everyone within a mile radius who’s boss. He’s a mixed media focus who specializes in designing the freshest, edgiest decals for cars and motorbikes, and you better believe he’s got a Class M license and a sick ride of his own. Growing up as a foster kid in Boulder City, he had to learn quicker than most his age to rely on himself and be his own strength. Blake’s dreams of recognition and respect came true when he was accepted to Shadow High on a partial scholarship thanks to his amazing auto body work making the rounds of the west coast and his decal art videos exploding in popularity online. Far from the troublemaker and emotional time bomb he used to be as a freshman, his experiences have helped him grow into a role model of sorts for his younger classmates. Like a moody older brother, he can be hard on the underclassmen, but they all know he’ll stick up for them when they need it.

OTHER:

-He’s 18 and from Boulder City, Nevada.

-His sport of choice is football.

-Thrifts and bargain-hunts a lot of his clothes and accessories, but splurges on art supplies.

-Though normally chill and deadpan, he uses his intimidating vibe in service of the underdog and the outcast. He’s got such a reputation as a protector and school vigilante that any and all bullying stops dead in its tracks as soon as he’s in the vicinity. Even the Storm twins give him a pretty wide berth.

-Candy’s crush on him makes him uncomfortable, since she’s technically still a kid while he’s practically an adult.

-For accessories, Blake’s all about belts, chains, studs, shades, and fingerless gloves.

-One of his favourite classes was Nail Art, and he was able to create a number of metallic, industrial manicure looks based on his decal work. He doesn’t ever do his own nails apart from a simple coat of black or white, though, since long acrylics are a driving hazard waiting to happen.

-He’s known Nyxie since freshman year, and he attends all her runway shows and she in turn models his nail art. Their support and admiration for each other are purely platonic.

-Glam metal is his guilty pleasure.

-Is more or less the cool-but-irresponsible big brother type with underclassmen. He once caught Ruby Anderson grafitti-ing under the stands during a Shadow High vs Rainbow High football game, but instead of ratting her out decided to join in. (Thanks @sunshine7eyes)

#digital art #character design #oc #shadow high #shadow high oc #rainbow high #rainbow high oc #character bio #oc bio #oc bios

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supa-suckers · 1 year

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Vince

General Headcanons:

You cannot tell me this guy isn't a mob boss on the down low, you cannot tell me this guy dosen't control Johannsanberg's black market, you cannot tell me he dosen't have one hitman on his beck and call and another with his eyes on his back at all times, you cannot!

Wears a purple suit during matches and whatnot so he's associated with İ.U less, he won't say it but at this point he dosen't quite know who he is without a suit on.

Will never ever admit it but he's sort of attached to all his players if/when they leave he keeps an eye on them to make sure they stay safe and succesfull.

Once witnessed Skarra sob from pure ambition after a sloppy match and he was so gob smacked he hugged him.

They both keep that little memory like a dangerous secret between their teeth they'll never admit to the tenderness of it.

Fully convinced that the only productive emotion is rage.

Knows how to play the piano and violin but nowadays he can't seem to find much time for it.

Fucking hates children, never leave this guy on babysittibg duty he'll sell the kid to the Mexican Cartell.

Has fragile nails, they break constantly.

One of those assholes who buys from expensive brands and uses the shopping bags as regular bags like he's trying to flex on anyone and everyone.

Hates the city straight up despises it.

We don't know quite what went down with him and Jomo but i still think they secretly had an affair.

Misses Coach and knows he misses him as well mostly misses how easy things were, how simple, they were just friends who could call eachother up whenever and hang out now they're public rivals.

When he was little he'd take Shakes up on his shoulders since he was the tallest and Shakes' been shooting for the sky for as long as he could, was a little sad when Shakes didn't recognize him but not too quite enough.

İn his first week Dingaan came to him with insecuritys about 'not fitting the İ.U brand' or 'not looking tuff enough y'know :(' Vince suggested he wear some bandaids (for the placebo effect) after telling him he dosen't have time for his nonsense.

Has excellent memory like scary level excellent.

Wears Eros Versace.

#supa strikas #supa strikas hcs #supa strikas moodboard #supa strikas İ.U #supa strikas invincble united #supa strikas vince #vince invincble united #supa strikas coaches

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unohanabbygirl · 9 months

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I have a feeling Daemon is about to be so fucking insane 😭 He loves Luke so so so much. I’m so glad you didn’t make him be like “Whatever” towards Luke, cause he literally waged war immediately after our babies death. And he was the one to kill both the mfs who killed him before falling to his death. Daemon is the NUMBER ONEEEE Lucerys defender (aside from Rhaenyra cause she’s on top, she breaks the scale) because he’s been doing that shit since before they all died

Daemon’s love for Luke isn’t nearly as talked about as it should be because he literally killed to avenge him without the slightest hesitation. Not even going for Aemond or Aegon but for a defenseless child because that’s exactly what Luke was. A boy with a baby dragon who came as an envoy. Let’s not even get into how Daemon knew better than anyone how close Luke was to Rhaenyra’s heart. That alone was enough to for him to say fuck all this talk of making peace.

He’s always loved the Velaryon boys to pieces so it only makes sense for him to be worried when it comes to Luke’s background and mental state. He’s good at reading people so from the first time they met he could tell the kid had experienced some tuff times.

I also liked to add in that Daemon hates child predators and r*pist above all else. So when the time comes he’ll happily revert back to his city watch commander days and start chopping some wee wee’s off.

#asks

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meenafreezoid · 2 years

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Animal Crossing Characters Headcanons #1

Heeey, I just got into the Animal Crossing's fandom a month ago and I wanted to do this soooo bad. I feel like there's not enough hdcns of Animal Crossing's characters on tumblr, so here u go !

We'll start with my tanuki bois: Tom, Timmy and Tommy Nook, enjoy :)

💰☕🍃 Tom Nook 🍃☕💰

Our favorite Tanuki Landlord is 42 years-old. He left his natal town for the city at the young age of 20 and came back when he was around 30.

My boi is a bisexual king, periodt.

According to Sable, when he was a kid, he was a idealist with a heart of gold, very ambitious, yet always kind. He hated injustice and was actually very sensitive. I like to think young Tom Nook was a bit like Ash from Pokemon~~

He adopted Timmy and Tommy when they were basically babies (like 2 or 3 years-old or something). He considers them as his pupils and sometimes call them affectively his nephews. That's because he's got too much pride to call them his sons.

The fact that he found two children who looks exactly like him even though Tanukis are a very rare species is a pure coincidence, but Tom secretly like to think it was fate.

He's slowly recovering from depression. When he found Timmy and Tommy in his late twenties, he was at his lowest point, alone and broke, and even considered the s word. Adopting them was like starting a new life and he decided to come back at his little town to raise them and start over.

He's very good friend with Isabelle, Blathers and Sable, and get along with almost everybody, even if they all confirms that Tom is an introvert, just with good social skills.

He had a hard time reconnecting with Sable when he came back, because he developped trust issues. He either rejected her or didn't have enough time to spend with her. But now they are close again, even if they don't have the same complicty they had when they were children. Because of how he treated Sable back then, Mable doesn't trust him and thinks her sister deserves better (she's still polite with him though)

Coffee drinker, and during his breaks he sometimes smoke while Isabelle allows herself to drink a little glass of whiskey. They both do that when Timmy, Tommy and the Resident Representative (or kids in general) aren't there so they don't give a bad example.

He used to have a VeRy AmbIGuOus~~ relationship with Redd at their time in the city. They were buisness partners and lived together but that's all Tom would spoke about him. This is probably thanks to Redd that he discovered that he can be into men (and let's be honest anyone would be gay for Redd <3 even if he's a bastard).

He hates Redd with a passion not only because he betrayed him but also because he brings out the worst in him: from his desire of adventure he became drawn to danger and even illegal things, his dream of glory and ambitions turned into greed, and basically every of his morals and principles were dead during his time with him. He isn't proud of it at all.

Has many talents and interests: good crafter, very great singer (loves to do karaoke with Isabelle), has an eye for fashion (like to speak clothes and do shopping with Sable), chess player, pianist and violonist (he once did a cover of KK Lament).

He won't admit it, but now that he's a bellionaire and have a stable life, he slowly start to think about more "conventional life" things, like marriage~~. He still hasn't found the one yet. This idiot is so oblivious to love anyway... (Poor Sable)

He gives the best hugs <3

He can be harsh with people (especially the Resident Representative) because he doesn't want others to end up like him. He has a sort of affection toward the Resident Representative like for Timmy and Tommy and he's very protective of them. Tom is the kind of guy that would beat the shit out of himself to create a better system and future for the people he cares about, even if he has to act like the villain.

Basically act tuff but he's such a dad and a big softie I luv him so much <3

☺👋🍃 Timmy & Tommy 🍃👋☺

Despite their height, Timmy and Tommy aren't young children, they're both 15, with Timmy being a few minutes older than Tommy.

No one knows who are their actual parents, and they don't remember them neither, and both don't care. They are happy with their mentor Tom Nook and no one can replace him.

They both work because they want to. Tom Nook never forced them. At first he was just teaching them and let them observe him. Then, when his shop grew bigger and bigger (when he was more stable financially), he asked them if they wanted to work with him to put in practice what they learned. Timmy and Tommy were more than happy to, and actually were always harrassing Tom to let them work with him (they both truly admire him). When Tom Nook thought that they were ready (in New Horizons), he lend them the key of Nook's Cranny. The fact that they work alone in Nook's Cranny are way more a proof that Tom Nook trust them than any kind of exploitation.

Because they were raised by Tom Nook, they're both very mature for their age, more practical, independent and autonomous. So they don't really get along well with others children/teens and are more at ease with adults (Celeste and the Resident Representative are exceptions).

They are both smart as hell (young buisness prodigies), in a different way. Timmy is a quick thinker and learner, very adaptable, more social and persuasive, while Tommy is best at long-term planning, organization, logistics and managment. Tom Nook taught them everything he knows to not let them make the same mistakes he did.

Both probably have a high IQ and are good mathematicians and excellent chess players (Tommy beat Tom Nook once).

Since they are basically adults in teen's body, Tom Nook let them do wathever the fuck they want. They drink coffee, sometimes alcohol and Timmy even smoke once because he saw Tom Nook do it, but he hated that and never did again. Tom Nook knows they are responsible enough to handle themselves, but he's still here to protect or help them if they need him.

Tommy is a very good listener while Timmy gives great advices.

When they aren't working, they like to prank Tom Nook just to mess with him or test him. They like to switch clothes or things like that for example. Yet Tom is always one step ahead and always knows what they're up to. Little mischievous boys <3

They sometimes hang up with Celeste after closing the store since Blathers and Tom are friends. They get along well with her because of how calm and wise she is. They also like the Resident Representative more than just a client, because they're also more responsible than most people of their age (due to being in debt for Tom Nook), and Tommy has a little crush on them <3 (while Timmy is always like "Love sucks !")

They both accidentally called Tom Nook "dad" at different moment. Timmy did when Tom complimented him on his work (Literally the: "Nice work !", "Cool ! Thanks dad."). Tommy did when he was asking a innocent question like "Hey dad, why do you always look so sad ?". Tom Nook act like he didn't heard that but he was screaming internally.

They both live in Nook's Cranny. Upstairs, there's a studio for them to live (beds, kitchen, bathroom, etc.). Tom Nook comes to join them after they close to spend time with them and eventually stays there to sleep (when he's not overworked).

Timmy and Tommy are the only one who ever saw Tom cry.

They give Cuphead (Timmy) and Mugman (Tommy) from Casinoandcups vibe~~.

Aaaand that's all I have for now. Tell me if you want more <3

#animal crossing #acnh #animal crossing new horizons #tom nook #timmy and tommy #animal crossing headcanons #acnh headcanons #tanukichi #mamekichi

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adamwatchesmovies · 9 months

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Isle of Dogs (2018)

Isle of Dogs is such a unique film it’s hard to categorize it. There’s comedy but the story isn’t afraid to be emotional. It’s animated… but not made for kids. The dialogue is partially in English, the rest is in Japanese and there are no subtitles. There’s nothing else like it out there, which makes it fascinating from beginning to end.

In Japan, 2038, Megasaki City's Mayor Kobayashi (voiced by Kunichi Nomura) uses a sudden dog-flu epidemic as an excuse to banish all the city's dogs to Trash Island. Six months later, his adopted nephew, Atari (voiced by Koyu Rankin), travels to the island to rescue his beloved pet, Spot. With the help of a pack of dogs - Chief (Bryan Cranston), Rex (Edward Norton), King (Bob Balaban), Duke (Jeff Goldblum), and Boss (Billy Murray) - he navigates the perilous terrain. Meanwhile, dog-lovers on the mainland try to find a cure for the dog-flu.

The visuals strike you immediately. Rather than try and have silky-smooth stop-motion animation, director Wes Anderson shows us the animator's "finger prints" on all of the dogs. You can tell by each animal's fur where the models have been manipulated for each shot. The color palette is gorgeous, even when you’re looking at mounds of trash. Every frame is worthy of being hung up on your wall. The backgrounds are so full of detail you could look at them for hours, admiring the composition, framing, and different hues used to emphasize the mood of each scene. Smoke is created with little white tuffs, TV screens cut to traditional 2D animation, we see traditional Japanese-style paintings - there's always something new.

The story’s absurdity perfectly matches the deadpan humour. All five dogs in the pack accompanying Atari are alphas - you can tell because their names are all synonymous with “leader". This means they have to vote on every decision. It’s ridiculous in the best way. The uniquely comedic tone means you never know what's next. You think we’re headed into a dramatic moment, that this character is dead - that’s a shock but it fits in the movie - but then the movie will point out that there’s NO WAY things would go that way and reveals the scene you just saw as a fantasy. You’re so taken aback it might take you a second to laugh but you’ll be in stitches.

It’s a bold film that experiments and innovates at each opportunity… except for one. As mentioned earlier, the film is set in Japan but most of the dialogue is in English to show that dogs and people can kind of understand each other a little bit but ultimately speak different languages. The dogs in this movie don’t actually speak English but for the audience’s purpose, they do. There are also other characters which speak English - real English. They often say things to help us fill in the details. It isn’t clunky exposition but it does make you wish the film was not in two but THREE languages. Two for the humans and one for the canines so there would be a true separation between the species. Is that worth docking points for? I don't think so.

Isle of Dogs does things that in any other movie would be called sloppy. In one scene, Mayor Kobayashi leaves a critical piece of information lying around. Someone he doesn't want seeing it finds the information. The fact that it’s there makes no sense but the character who discovers this info does nothing with it. Ultimately, it's unnecessary to that particular storyline but for the film as a whole, it's important. It fills the viewers in on something that’s coming later. Rather than be stuck on the surprise when it arrives, you sit back and have a laugh at the characters’ reactions. It’s so unconventional it's perfect and could only work in a film like this one.

Like most of Wes Anderson's other projects, Isle of Dogs is so off-beat it will leave some viewers behind. Let it sit with you for a while. Better yet, watch it along with other Wes Anderson movies. Let yourself fall into the groove. You'll see. Isle of Dogs gets better with each rewatch. (August 21, 2020)

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Work That Mixtape #1

Tracklist

1. MikeQ & DJ Sliink - Werk'd It

2. Gianni Lee, DJ Sliink, Baby Sol - To The Dancefloor

3. FHAT, K.ZIA - Deliver

4. Karnage Kills, KDA - Darkskin Queen

5. BELOVED SUN, Sol Galeano - SHE DGAF

6. Kiddy Smile - Teardrops In The Box (Extended Mix)

7. Azari & III - Reckless (With Your Love) [Tuff City Kids Remix]

8. Hercules & Love Affair, Shaun J. Wright - My House

9. Zebra Katz, Hervé - Tear the House Up

10. Cakes Da Killa - Luv Me Nots (DJ Minx Remix)

11. Alewya - Sweating (Honey Dijon Remix)

12. Honey Dijon, Channel Tres - Show Me Love (feat. Sadie Walker) [Extended Remix]

13. Robyn & La Bagatelle Magique - Love Is Free (feat. Malice) [Mr. Tophat's Remix]

14. youANDme, Elli Altenberger - Everybody

15. Theo Kottis, Busola - The Mirror

16. HDSN - I House You But Love

#mixtape #ballroom scene #voguing #housemusic #90s #queer #pride

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theluckywizard · 9 months

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DADWC prompt:

As requested 😁 For Hawke/An'da “it’s not my fault you’re so comfortable to lay on!”

Woohooo my first OC OC nonsense piece! @dadrunkwriting

Here we have an injured Garrett Hawke staggering to Darktown to Anders' Clinic where An'da is working as a healer. First he's suffering from blood loss and later is under the influence of a sedative as An'da works on him. Shenanigans all around!

WC: 2399

CW: Blood and stab wound

Rating: Teen

Hawke can feel his pulse in the wound made by three maybe four inches of dirty steel. It had been a boy, eleven at most, though it’s hard to tell with the malnourished. He sheathed the little blade in his side, his saucers of fear for eyes catching Hawke’s before dashing away and merging with the crawl of people in Lowtown. A message from the Coterie. Or the Carta maybe.

Hawke staggers down to darktown clutching his side, brushing aside the fuzz that enters his mind at the edges as he parses through the possible takeaways. The message.

First, one should never be lazy about armor in Lowtown. It may be home, but even the kids will cut you for a couple silvers.

Second, cutting into the profits of either group of malodorous ne’er-do-wells is asking for it.

Third— well, there might be a third but his thoughts meander, a little bit like the crowd around him, anyone who notices the deep crimson wicking widely in his tunic stumbling back, recoiling from the preamble to death like it isn’t a daily fixture in this cursed swathe of Kirkwall.

He knows the route well enough to stagger there in this state, his mind swimming like there’s a half a bottle of Corff’s potato grog inside of him. He stumbles his way into the alleys that sink low under the city, into the stagnant air of Darktown, smearing his very essence on the tuff walls. Nonsensically impertinent thoughts invaded his mind as he bled his way to Anders’ clinic. The one who carved this tuff passage so long ago. Did they imagine the way it would smell dozens of ages hence? Did they secretly enjoy the break from the insolence of Kirkwall’s sun or did the humidity kicking up from the bay make them more miserable under the surface?

Darktown opens up to the harbor and the scent of mildew and human waste gives way to stagnant aromas of decaying seaweed and sloshing mystery flotsam. He’s close, he can tell by his nose, but his senses are getting rather unreliable and he’s beginning to think this is all some manner of mild inconvenience, something he could probably patch up himself given the right instruments and materials.

A healing draught to perk him up perhaps. Clean linen. Corff’s potato grog. A bent needle and some waxed thread.

He shoulders his way through the flimsy door to the clinic, a few workers startling to attention as he staggers into the space like a wayward drunk. He raises a hand, a little meekly and tries a few casual looking poses before leaning against a support timber, summoning his best winning grin.

“I— uh— heard I could get some supplies here. For minor lacerations and the like. I’ll be no trouble— just— ask Anders. Patch up my own stuff all the time,” he says, his head lolling to one side slightly before he rights it. He lifts his unfastened doublet from his tunic and stares at the blooming bloodstain laughing, the jerking of his diaphragm sending fresh surges of deep red through the fabric. He looks up and scans the room for what he needs, ignoring the baffled, questioning looks of the clinic workers. “Ah— there they are!” Hawke makes for a table laid with instruments beside a wooden operating table with a bloody trough down the center that makes him recoil slightly.

He’d rather not lie on one of those death slabs. He’ll patch himself up good as new, troubling no one.

“Hawke, is it?” come a lyrical voice, floating in pleasantly like it might be a dream as he picks up a needle that looks the right shape and a wad of clean cloth. He answers without looking up. “I’ve— seen you here before. Usually moments before Anders vanishes on some harrowing adventure.”

“I don’t know why he insists on tagging along, but I certainly can’t complain,” mumbles Hawke, collecting a handful. “The man could reattach a severed head in a pinch.”

“That’s a fair bit of blood, Serah Hawke,” she says gently, her hand creeping in to cover the hand he’s loaded with the needed supplies. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather let me have a look?”

“No, no— I couldn’t— possibly inconvenience you. You’re all so busy— and this is just a—“ he looks down again, the blood having spread into his trousers. “Flesh wound,” he breathes in a faint falsetto.

“Easy there, da’len. Easy…” she says softly. Hawke turns to see her, his vision growing fuzzy around the edges. Rosy cheeks, a delicately branching vallaslin and serpentstone eyes meet him. Hawke blinks languidly, admiring her shock of ashen white hair managed in tidy plaits and the elegant length of her elven ears. Lovely, he thinks as his head nods. Really lovely. She motions for assistance but it’s not soon enough.

Hawke lists, his consciousness dissolving into jelly as assuredly as his legs and he slowly pitches forward. The worker slips between him and the bench, pushing on his chest, desperately trying to hold him up to organize him around her shoulders in the most stable position but instead she melts under his floppy, hulking mass until they’re a heap on the floor.

“Looks like you’ve got quite a wound there, big fella,” she squeaks under his mass. But Hawke finds this position irresistible, his wits, his failing body melting into her. Into the ground.

“Actually this— is— really, rather comfortable. Perhaps I’ll just— stay— here.”

“Creators,” she mutters. “A little assistance please?” Her voice is the adorable squeak of a pantry mouse, he thinks, neverminding that the octave is at least in part because of squashing her languidly. He waves off those who come for him, his arms thrashing lightly wanting to keep the sweet little pillow beneath him. Perhaps she might just keep talking until he’s slipped into this delicious nap that’s calling him.

But hands circle each ankle and then his arms by his shoulders and he’s first gently lifted off the small woman and then arms find their way under his chest and hips and he’s heaved onto the death slab he’d dreaded, his mind practically circling the drain.

Emerald eyes hover over him solicitously, and it’s nearly all he can focus on, two little jewels suspended under a cloud and that voice.

oOo

Hawke comes to, at least partially anyway, because there’s a mushiness to it all that he finds unbelievably pleasant, the sharp edges of full awareness beyond his grasp still. Figures mill about him and he can’t tell if they’re there for him or someone else, but they might as well be there for him.

“Didja fixmeup?” he asks the first face to venture into his line of sight, his words dribbling out like molasses spilling off a spoon. But he’s smiling at least and the world feels as light as spun sugar and he can’t keep the rapture inside.

Green eyes peer over him, lifting up the hem of his tunic to check his wound.

“You.”

“An’da,” she corrects him, smiling, and he’s too hopped up on sedative herbs to catch the amusement behind her expression.

“Annnnn’daaaaa. Annnnderrrssss. You two planned it this way, din’tyou?” Hawke laughs to himself, his grin wide and languorous, practically spilling off his face. An’da is unmoved by his tumbling words, having heard it all before.

“A little longer and you would have been taking tea with Falon’Din,” she notes. She presses gently around the side of his abdomen.

“Owwwww,” he says flatly, his head falling back, hair spilling away from his face.

“You’ll need to take it easy for at least a week, da’len,” she says, ducking down to take a closer look. “But I’m guessing you’ll be testing your limits tomorrow.”

“If I ripmy sitches can I come back?” he slurs dreamily.

“You’re going to stay in bed like the darling man that you are so that you are good as new,” she says, reaching over him for a pot of salve that she dabs on the tidy stitches above his hipbone.

“But I wanna come back,” he says, his expression dulcet with sedative fueled-longing. “I would have died. You’re— you’re the bess.”

“I’ll add you to my collection of partially sedated beaus, sweet thing,” she smiles, two little rosy balls of warmth in her cheeks that Hawke thinks must have been pinched by the Maker himself. He reaches to touch one but his hand bobs heavily and he giggles at it as it lolls sideways away from its intended destination.

“But they don’t love you like I do,” he mutters to her with glazed eyes, his grin rather dashing for someone dashed out of his mind on a tincture of black lotus and ghoul’s beard.

“You’re right, da’len. Nobody’s ever loved me like you,” she replies sweetly. She slides along the bed and leans over to pat his cheek gently, and it would wipe his wits clean away if he had any to begin with. Anders sidles up alongside her, his hands on his hips, eyebrows arched high as he regards Hawke pityingly. Hawke lets his eyes slip closed.

“Anders,” he intones softly, as high as his name implies. “You have the mose beautful sister.”

“I know,” Anders replies gamely, giving An’da a quick squeeze around her shoulders. “I greatly look forward to your wedding.” If Hawke was more lucid he might notice the roll of An’da’s eyes in Anders’ direction or the way she elbows him lightly. He might notice the hushed conversation they have about the likelihood that he’ll tear his stitches back open unless he’s under strict bed rest.

“Hawke, have you been a difficult patient?”

“I’ve been a perfeck gennleman.”

“That’s a separate question. An’da here kept you from bleeding out and I think we’d all like to see you live to fight another day. But if you’re going to ignore our recommendations and bash about Lowtown looking for the people responsible…”

“Gotta find the little sprog and have a word,” he says. “Probly hungry”

“I’ll pay you a home visit if you agree to stay in bed,” she offers. “Someone will have to come check to make sure you behave.”

“Never been one t’behave,” Hawke sighs. “Bud I’d be good for you.”

“Shocking no one,” says Anders. “If he gets fresh, hit him with another dose of sedative. Or just— hit him.”

“I could never hit such a puppy,” says An’da, giving his big hand an affectionate pat. Even miles from his right mind, Hawke musters a smug grin for his favorite battle medic.

“Maker, don’t encourage him. He’ll never leave you alone,” pokes Anders. “The wound looks good, another dose of healing and we can give him the antidote for the sedative.”

“You really don’t though,” muddles Hawke. “I could juss. Stay like this. Here. With Annnn’daaaa.”

“I don’t think so. I’ve seen the way you live,” quips Anders. “Can’t have my clinic looking like that.”

An’da drags a small stool alongside the clinic bed so she can reach the wound with her hands which he finds to be unbearably darling, abundant as he is in stature. She leans forward and places both hands over the wound, her Elvish words bouncing like a pebble across placid waters as she summons her mana and pushes the blue luminescence deep into his abdomen.

“Maker, you’re wonderful,” he sighs at the ceiling.

“I— um. As much as I’ve enjoyed your sweet nothings,” she begins, wandering over to a bench of bottles and mixtures and mortars and pestles, “It’s time to set your mind to rights.” She arrives with a precious vial of liquid and kicking her stool over a few feet, climbs atop to lift his head and press the vial to his lips.

“Drink up,” she encourages him. “That’s right, da’len.” Hawke submits to her instructions like her very nearness enchants him, his eyes filled with stars as he blinks at her blushing cheeks and kind eyes.

The antidote for the sedative works quickly, replacing the haze with a headache that outstrips the worst of his hangovers.

“Andraste’s smoldering arse,” he groans, clutching at his entire face like it might banish the pulsating behind his eyes if he claws at it enough. At least the wound seems to be behaving in this regard.

“Sorry,” she squeaks and his attention alights again on the sweet pantry mouse. He squeezes his eyes shut, nodding as he recollects his antics.

“I— believe I owe you an apology. Or at the very least a drink at the Hanged Man,” he says, in a shameless pivot.

“Careful, An’da or he’ll add you to his collection of beguiled healers,” says Anders, returning. He gives Hawke a clinical look and checks the stitches closely. “Pain on a scale of one to ten?”

“Stab wound? Two. Head? Eight.”

“I— um— I think I could be talked into a visit to the tavern,” she says softly, sheepishly, her chin tucked low like his gaze is some manner of threat. Anders just shakes his head, his grin wide and knowing. “But— only after you’re healed up fully.”

“Lovely! Maker knows if Corff’s special mead is ready there’s a solid chance I’ll need a comfortable pillow on the tavern floor. You’ll do nicely.”

“Oh— I—“ she fumbles, her entire face blazing, but she seems to catch on. “That was a joke, wasn’t it?”

“Have you and Merrill been trading notes?” Hawke asks and then calls after Anders. “Have they been trading notes?” He turns back to her again, fixing one of his usual brazen looks upon her. “It was a joke. Unless you’re secretly a pillow after all. In which case it very much wasn’t.”

“I— um— I’ll—just be over there,“ she stammers and blushes and stammers some more and Hawke thinks she looks as beautiful as a Fereldan sunrise. She turns and hurries away and Hawke mulls over another chance he’s dashed with his cursed trap flapping and misguided flirting.

“Hawke,” says Anders, “you always do this to my staff. I’m going to have to hang a picture of you on the wall with appropriate warnings. Yes he will profess his love to you under sedation. Yes he will attempt to enchant you with a sky blue smolder. *Do not engage*.”

“Please do,” replies Hawke. “And make me a copy. I’ll give it to Varric to hang on his wall.”

#Hawke & Anders #Garrett Hawke #Dragon Age 2 #Anders Clinic #An'da #theluckywizard #OC & OC Fic #Gift Fic #Kids will stab you in lowtown #Hawke is a terrible patient #And very large #An'da makes a good pillow

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