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dumpsterfireofsubtext · 1 year

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just typed a whole ass ask and then it failed to send , so take three thousand

anyway yeah, beatrice w michael so much potential

picturing beatrice about michael like:

and it's just odd because beatrice knows michael is almost like a sibling to ava, and they're 🤝 like disabled solidarity and solidarity over being repeatedly massively & constantly fucked over by the system because of it, esp because for obvious reasons they're one of the only ones in each other's lives who can actually understand and relate, and she's chill w jc and only very mildly a teeny bit grumpy and pouty like:

when she's jealous of someone ava knows or is interacting w, esp the longer she's in a relationship w ava, bc she knows thereks nothing to worry about, so it's not really a jealousy thing but for whatever reason michael & beatrice just clash w and dislike each other, and it's mutual

they probably do a bunch of the rich british ways of being rude to each other, like beatrice only ever giving michael microwaves tea, calling him american, michael not doing the whole pinky extend thing in beatrice's presence when drinking tea, not introducing each other by name when there's a need for the two if them to introduce themselves to someone, etc

they're frenemies though because they have a mutual respect for each other, esp in regards to ava and that they know they'll both call each other out on the other's shit if they mess up in regards to her, and also because they're 🤝 repressed rich british people who've had duty engrained in themselves to the point of extreme detriment solidarity with each other (beatrice because of well, we all know, & michael because of reya and the whole "be a human bomb" thing)

yes there's lilith, but lilith is also v openly & outwardly prickly whereas michael & beatrice are more like:

not to mention i get the vibe beatrice & michael grew up w more public scrutiny on them and their family, and lilith & her fam w relatively a bit less, given beatrice is the child of diplomats, and michael's the child of a rich billionaire who founded a massive tech company that's been making waves w medical related tech stuff, and the whole "union of church & science thing", whereas lilith's family is neither of those (afaik), and probably purposely shyed away from public scrutiny on purpose given the public isn't supposed to know about the ocs and loads of women from the family disappearing and/or becoming nuns probably looks shady as hell, esp when you add in the factor of warrior nuns dying young which means those women would disappear to the public permanently and/or die of ??? circumstance

also i didn't really know what the movie i was referencing was either, as i only watched a bit of it from when someone i know was watching it around me, but i googled it and it’s apparently a comedy movie called The Big Year (2011) starring Jack Black, Owen Wilson, & Steve Martin, and my takeaway from the bit of the movie that i had watched and remember is just "office worker is a big nerd about birds" and given the conversation about beatrice & animals and your specific mention of a bird, my thought process was like beatrice & animals, specifically a bird - remember that movie w the bird nerd office worker guy -> beatrice as some Very Serious & lowkey unintentionally intimidating office worker who's secretly (or not really that secretly, people just don't ask so beatrice doesn't mention) a complete nerdy bird enthusiast would be cute and cool as hell

couple of hcs for this specific scenario because it kinda grew a lil bit of a tail thanks to the ✨vibes✨, but

1) one of ava's favorite times in the year, if not *the* favorite time in the year, is bird season because it's one of the few times ava gets to see consistently & constantly unstressed, unguarded, and unabashed about being happy & excited for something she has a lot of passion for, even around people who aren't beatrice's friends & family a bunch of times

2) ava & beatrice's first date, or one of their first dates (which may have been or started out as a blind date) was kinda awkward and stilted until some bird caught beatrice's attention because it's v rare to see in the area or something (idk, i'm not a birder), and despite her attempts clearly couldn't divert her focus, upon which ava amusedly & a bit curiously asked what was so special about the bird, which had beatrice explaining, and seeing beatrice so obv enthralled and passionate about the subject in her explanation had ava like 😍, which officially broke the ice on their dates and sparked the sparks (if they weren't sparked already)

also when i was typing the bit about bird nerd beatrice the first time and in a cool coincidence a bird landed near where i was typing, so have a couple of bird pics

This was a treat to read so Im glad it finally got through!!!

yeah, I think the longer Michael and Bea are around each other it's less about jealousy over Ava and more about just fucking with each other.

Oh yeah, they absolutely have repressed rich kid solidarity (along with Lilith so adding her to the mix would just bring even more chaos).

Bwahahahahaaaa that john mulaney ss is too accurate actually. And I agree with you about the public scrutiny thing, I mean Beatrice was sent away because her parents didn't want to look bad because she was gay. I feel like because of that they can't properly hate each other because they understand each other a bit too much??

That also goes for bea and Lilith too I think, so they all just end up being this trio of repression. (now I'm imagining them all banding together like the 3 horsemen of the repression apocalypse)

Bird-watcher AU when???? Because Beatrice the Bird nerd is actually adorable. Like maybe they meet on an expedition or something (??? idk lol).

God, I love putting characters in Scenarios and Situations.

#this was a treat #also???#did you type out this ask on a roof????#thats cool #misiek asks #warrior nun #avatrice

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90s-html-lesbians · 11 months

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get to know me!

Tagged by: @the-darkness-does-not-bargain (thanks for the tag!)

Three ships: Pearl/Rose Quartz (Steven Universe), Ava Silva/Beatrice No-Last-Name (Warrior Nun), Data Soong/Geordi La Forge (Star Trek) - these are just the immediate ones that came to mind that i also like, not necessarily my favorite ships

First ever ship: this embarrassing 💀, but either Ezra Bridger/Sabine Wren (Star Wars), or Damian Wayne/Raven (N52 esque animated Teen Titans movies), i don’t ship either anymore, so don’t @me about em 😔😔😔. they’re the first ships (and technically some of the only ones so far) that i wrote fic for, and 2/3 of the only ones that i actually have posted the aforementioned fics for

Last song: Where The Streets Have No Name by U2, a banger and always a very calming song imo

Last movie: thought it was Nope (2022), but apparently it’s Birds of Prey (and the Fantabulous Emancipation of Harley Quinn). Banger of a movie (as is Nope) and all around a very fun one, cept the incredible oocness of Cassandra Cain in it has me so upset 😔😔😔.

Pretended it was just some random kid that happens to share the same name or going by the alias because of the street cred it gives her or something,however, and then that aspect was bearable. Excellent movie if you want to just have a fun time watching comic booky stuff without having to either read the comics or watch 10000 MCU movies to have context

Currently reading: uh, hold on, lemme check, All Systems Red from the Murderbot Diaries series by Martha Wells, just started this morning and i’m hyped as hell because robots that can kick ass fighting for their personhood is my absolute jam

Currently consuming: nothing, though i had a couple of bread slices like half an hour or so ago, and I’m gonna be having ginisang munggo in a short bit. speaking of, that food is literally one of the best foods ever, so you should definitely try it if you ever have the chance to do so

Currently craving: croissant with jam/jelly (still can’t remember the difference lmao) on it, especially since i was gonna have it earlier but then someone stole my croissant 😡😡😡

Tagging: @dumpsterfireofsubtext @slightlyburnttoast10 @estherthenormal @book-and-music-lover @deathclassic @estherthenormal @explosionshark @cvald and psychically tagging any other mutuals who wanna join in

#feel free to ask to be untagged and/or to not be tagged again #tag game

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commander0fmyheart · 2 years

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Tagged by: @whatimdoinghere-fighter 😊

Last song: Bitter - Fletcher

Last show/series: the last show that i finished I think was girls5eva

Currently watching: scroll for a minute on my blog and I’m sure you’ll see them all (hotd, ncis hawaii, she hulk, & abbott elementary) also i just started a Warrior Nun rewatch

Favorite color: blue and forest green

Sweet spicy or savory: sweet & savory. wimpy tastebuds cant handle spice

Currently reading: nothing currently. i finally finished the 6th outlander book and though i do have two books I want to finish as a part of my 2022 New Years resolution I just have yet to actually jump back in

What I’m working on: getting myself to the WWC 2023. the draw is in a week and a half and then the real planning will begin.

Currently obsessed with: as i said above just scroll on my blog for a bit and you’ll see it all

Tagging:alrighty let’s see the last couple of mutuals in my notes…drum roll please @doxiedoctor @frumpkinspocketdimension @panalegs27 @windondowntheroad and YOU! (if you wanna)

#tagged #personal #kaitlyn rambles

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pippytmi · 1 year

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Tag Game!!

tagged by @lexasdagger : Answer these questions, then tag people you want to get to know better.

3 ships: like of all time?? thats an impossible ask. i will instead look @ my last 3 ships whose fics i worked on this morning from google docs (wildmoore, supercorp, sagelyn).

first ship: i was shipping before i even knew what shipping was im sure...but as a kid i had an absolute LOVE for mai x zuko from a:tla. (also i was just in love w/mai i think)

last movie: glass onion

last song: according to spotify it was “emergency contact” by pierce the veil

currently watching: more like currently *re-watching lol...im re-watching warrior nun bc i miss them :( and also slowlyy working my way through watching bones for the first time (they have so many seasons and im on like. s9).

currently reading: nothing 😩 but i have some fics saved to read after work so hopefully if im not too tired i can finally get to reading them!

currently consuming: peppermint tea

currently craving: pancakes...lowkey i might get up and go make some (the small joys of sometimes working from home 🥹)

tagging: u already know i tag all my mutuals in my heart, always...so if u see this and ur so inclined PLZ do ❤️

#i lovr tag games thank U :')#tag game #bs.txt

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mymelodyheart · 3 years

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All I Want For Christmas Is You Chapter 2 ~It’s Her Cue~

Previously in Sparks Will Fly ...

A slap on his back tore his gaze away from Claire. "Easy now lad," Willie said in a low, amused voice. "Ye look like ye could use the same drink as her."

Jamie glanced back at the subject of their conversation. "Aye, but make mine a double," he whispered.

"On it," Willie replied, laughing as he walked off.

What the bloody hell? He should be withdrawing himself away from this attraction because this mad instant bond between them was like an overloaded electrical fuse, capable of incinerating him alive. He'd already learnt his lesson from his last relationship. He'd been there and done that, but yet he didn't have the will to stop himself from finding out how their connection would play out.

Oh, Christ, this is bad. So, so bad, I'm in so much big trouble. Taking a huge sigh, he found himself a stool nearest to the pool table and watched Claire steal the show from the best snooker player in Broch Mordha.

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"Just polishing my balls for the lovely lass, here."

The people around her howled with good-natured laughter.

Claire kept her head down as she sat on the edge of the stool, chalking her stick, waiting for Hugh to stop showing off and blathering with his mates, and to finally break. She felt eyes on her, and when she looked up, she met Jamie's gaze where he sat with his brother at the high table.

Annalise leaned in from behind her and whispered, "Ginger can't stop looking at you."

Claire drew in substantial deep breaths. She'd watched Jamie play shinty earlier, and she thought he looked impressive then. Tall, strong, lithe, covered in mud and the epitome of a Highland warrior. Not that she had any idea what a Highland warrior would have looked like. After all, she only had the movie, Braveheart to go by. But who would have thought he'd show any interest in her. Perhaps, because she'd probably looked like she was about to climb him. Who could blame her, though? The moment he'd looked into her eyes, he stirred something inside her, which no man had ever done before him. And by some feat of willpower, she wondered how she'd succeeded not breaking into song right then and there. Up close earlier and now, sat only a few feet away, Jamie looked even better. Wavy auburn hair touched the collar of his plaid flannel shirt and the way his jeans hung low on hips, it shouldn't be even allowed.

"He probably thinks I'm easy. You know how some rural folks think city people like us have loose morals."

Annalise gasped. "Why do you think he would think that?"

"I think I came on too strong and flirty," she confided in a low voice. "He's a man, so of course, he'd respond, and it probably works a treat for him too since I'm only here for a holiday. But my God, he's one fine specimen of a man, isn't he? I'm even getting butterflies, and the last time I had them ...goodness, I can't even remember."

"Don't be daft ...you don't even know what he's thinking. Besides, you're single, and you're allowed to show interest if you fancy someone." The ice in Annalise's vodka and tonic clinked behind her. "This is the twenty-first century, and you're welcome to it. Flirt away and get butterflies. Let yourself go a little. I don't know if it applies here, but I'll say it anyway ...what goes on in the Highlands, stay in the Highlands."

Aww, bless her.

Claire was grateful for her friend's presence in her life. If Annalise hadn't been there to constantly coax her out of her self-consciousness and to confide in to, she'd probably still be living a secluded life, and London would have eventually eaten her whole. Now here she was, openly flirting with a handsome stranger and she'd agreed to let him take her out.

Claire smiled. "How about you? What's happening with you and Willie?"

Annalise made an exaggerated sighing sound behind her, making her laugh. What a tart!

"Hey, by the way, Jamie asked me out. So I guess, after this game and a round of drink, we're going to split. He wants to take me on a Christmas night tour. Will you be alright with Willie?" Claire asked. She had to make sure as this was their holiday together and she didn't want Annalise feeling abandoned.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. The boys seem like decent blokes, but as a precaution, I took photos of their driving licences and sent them to Geillis. She'll have them thoroughly checked out. Really handy to know someone whose boyfriend works with the police."

Claire's eyes widened, and she turned around to face her friend. "You didn't! I told Jamie I trust him." Geillis Duncan was their mutual friend they'd met in London at a party. After hitting it off, they'd forged a tight friendship, and the three of them became close until Geillis had to move back to her home city of Glasgow when she met the love of her life. Claire and Annalise were going to visit her before flying back to London.

"Of course, I did, silly. We're both on our own. Just because we're on our holidays and having fun doesn't mean we have to be lax when it comes to precaution. Don't worry, it'll be fine." Annalise reassuringly squeezed her arm. "Speaking of protection ...do you have condoms?"

What!?! Sex was the furthest thing from her mind. But she didn't have time to reply as she saw at the corner of her eye, Hugh finally, leaned across the pool table and broke. As Claire stood up to take her turn, their audience cheered and whooped.

Ignoring the hoots and whistles, she watched in concentration as the colourful balls rolled, not one of them dropping into a pocket. She began to walk around the pool table, taking in each position of the balls as she tapped her chin. Alrighty Beauchamp, let's have a look, shall we? This should be easy-peasy, lemon squeezy. We'll go for stripes.

"Ye ken how to play, hen?" Hugh teased, extracting laughter from his friends. "If not, I promise to go easy with my shaft." Another round of loud laughter ensued.

Claire ignored the innuendo, and the sally going on and focused.

First, I'll down that nine-ball hanging over the pocket and use the rail to tap out the eleven, crammed against the twelve. That'll leave open the six, thirteen, and fifteen. Once I drop the fifteen, using a little side spin, that should bring me to the other end of the table. Then I'll sink the eleven and the fourteen into the same corner pocket, gently hitting the ten off the rail in the process, so I don't get stuck later having to bank shot it. Knock in the eight, then I'm clear to finish it off. Good God, Beauchamp, you're so good.

Satisfied with her strategy, Claire leaned over the green felt and positioned herself. Although Hugh's loud wisecrack didn't rattle her, the intensity of Jamie's stare was another matter. Taking a deep breath, she redirected her concentration on her game plan and took her first shot and then another, working clinically and accurately. Unfortunately, their encounter earlier kept creeping back into her consciousness and playing in loops in her head. It didn't help that his scent stuck on to her when he'd caught her after the fall. He smelled of forest and fresh laundry. None of that heavy musky expensive perfumes London yuppies liked to bathe in. It made her want to lean in, bury her face in the crook of his neck and take a deep breath.

Bent at the waist, Claire stretched over the edge of the table and focused on the fifteen-ball and tried not to wince at the memory of openly flirting with Jamie. In her defence, it wasn't every day she was rescued by a very manly bloke who stared at her like he didn't want to let her out of his sight. She wondered if she'd appeared too eager and was totally misunderstanding the look he was giving her. There had been a hint of wariness lurking behind those beautiful translucent blue eyes when she'd agreed to go out with him. Had she said something to cause him to throw up his guard?

Having gone to a Catholic, all-girls, boarding school, her experience with the opposite sex was limited to the ones she read in romance novels. Orphaned at a young age, her guardian uncle Lamb didn't believe, dragging her across the globe with him was an ideal way to raise a girl, especially when he worked mostly with men in archaeological sites. So he'd decided the best place for her upbringing was with the nuns, right through college.

So when it finally came for her to start adulting and dating in a big, bad city like London, she'd been like a deer caught in the headlights. But she quickly found her feet with the help of her friend and flatmate, Annalise, a Parisienne by birth and a Londoner at heart. The French girl had been a mentor to her, initiating her to the trappings of singlehood and city life. Though the dating and getting-to-know-a-guy part was also an exciting discovery, she quickly realised every date she'd been to, after having gone through a handful of them, was a recycled version of the last. Same lines, same latest fashion, exaggerated backstories and trying too hard to impress instead of being themselves. So at the ripe age of twenty-five, she still had to experience what it was like to have a boyfriend. Annalise accused her of being too picky, but Claire always reasoned she just hadn't met the right one. She'd envisioned her first boyfriend to be someone endearingly awkward, not too loud and maybe a little shy. But Jamie was the least awkward man she'd ever met. He was easy on the eyes, and he lived inside his skin like a well-worn pair of jeans. He was far from a starter boyfriend she'd envision - definitely, not a boy anything.

"Go, Claire! You can do it!" Annalise shouted at the sidelines.

As she marked her shot on the eight-ball, she glanced up at Jamie and felt her focus wobble a bit. When one of the lads emitted a low whistle as she moved her hips to settle herself at a conducive angle, he didn't have a smidgen of amusement on his face. More than anything, he looked liked he was about to knock the front teeth off of the offender.

She didn't want a pub brawl to start in her honour, even if it sounded romantic in movies or books.

Straightening up from her position, she gave Jamie what she thought was a sexy smile. "Hey, Jamie," she called to him. "You got that single malt ready for me? This shouldn't take long." She tried not to blanch for sounding overconfident and cocky. It seemed cheeky for presuming she'd finished this game in a jiffy, but the pleasure of seeing his piercing blue eyes creased at the corners was definitely worth the minor discomfort her behaviour had caused her. Oh, Lordy! There were hushed oohs, followed by a round of testosterone-laced jests, making Jamie shake his head in amusement. At least, to her relief, he stopped looking like he's about to wallop anyone. Trouble averted in the knick of time!

As Jamie turned to get the attention of the bartender, she quickly lowered herself back over the table in the same position and sunk in the remaining balls. When she finished, her opponent, Hugh looked, well …not the least bit pleased about it. It probably didn't help she'd earlier acted cocksure about winning the game and might have dented his macho ego in front of his mates.

Claire watched Hugh purposely marched towards her as their audience clapped, cheered and teased him for losing to a lassie.

"Ye got me at a disadvantage. I must admit I went easy on you since ye're new around here," he said loud enough for everyone near the pool table to hear.

Claire gave him a charming smile, even though she felt like throttling him for not being man enough to congratulate her. "I know. Too bad, you assumed I couldn't play because I have a pair of boobs."

Hugh's eyes dropped down to her breast, and his cheek twitched, as he openly leered at her. "I must admit, ye have a lovely pair, and it might have distracted me from playing a good game, now that I come to think about it. Ye ken what ye need? Ye need a good ..."

"Stiff drink?" Jamie interrupted as he handed Claire a glass of single malt. "That's what ye were about to say, aye?"

Jamie's words were mildly pleasant, but she detected the underlying warning in his tone. Hugh didn't look like one to back-off, but when Jamie took a small step forward, he eyed the height and breadth before him and thought better of it. Splitting a forced smile between her and Jamie, Hugh raised both his hands as a sign of truce and slowly walked back to his mates.

With a sigh, she placed her cue stick on the pool table and faced Jamie. "This is fast becoming a habit of yours, isn't it?"

"What?" he asked, taking a step inside her personal space. It was another one of his moves to add to that growing habit list of his. Her old fashion side, the side influenced by her upbringing in the boarding school, wanted her to take a step back. But the side, that suspiciously sounded like Annalise, was shouting at her to hold her ground.

So she held her ground and arched an eyebrow at him. "You coming to my rescue. Again!"

When his mouth expanded into a smile, she couldn't help noticing his full, beautiful lips. With a cleanly shaven angular jaw, they made him looked like an angel who'd spent time in hell. Her breath caught in her throat, and she quickly looked back up, hoping he hadn't noticed her wandering eyes.

His amused expression told her he had. "Ye could say, rescuing ye is one past time that's beginning to grow on me."

She laughed out loud. It was something she did whenever she was nervous or when shyness overtook, and the most annoying part of it, it was almost always accompanied by a snort. She quickly sobered up. Acting like a loon was definitely beginning to be her nervous signature move.

As if sensing her unease, Jamie quickly changed the subject. "By the way, that was some show ye put on. Ye'll be the topic of everyone's conversation for the next few days. And Hugh the butt of jokes."

"I didn't realise I was playing with a sore loser," she said, taking a sip of her whisky. When the heat slid down her throat, she tried not to flinch. Acting cool wasn't her forte, but she was determined to work on it. "If I'd known, I would have given up my slot."

"Dinnae fash. Hugh's all mouth and no trousers, but he's harmless. So where did ye learn to play like that?" His eyes scanned her face, and he cocked his head a little like he was committing each of her features to memory.

"My uncle taught me. We'd play for hours whenever we get time to spend together."

"Ye're close to yer uncle. That's nice. I hope I'd be that type of uncle one day."

She beamed. Jamie looked like the type of uncle who would have boundless of energy playing with children. "My uncle's for the most part, both a father and mother to me when I wasn't in the boarding school. My parents died when I was young."

His face turned serious. "Sorry to hear that. My parents have always been part of my life, so I can't begin to imagine what it was like for you growing up without them."

Claire gave him a grateful smile as she pulled a vibrating phone from her pocket. "Oh, bummer," she whispered, glancing down at the screen. "I have about fifteen missed text messages. I didn't feel it going off. I must have been caught up with all the excitement of the game."

He ran a hand along his jaw. "Some lad missing ye back home?"

She hesitated, glancing up at him. "No." She shook her head, vigorously. "It's my friend, Geillis." She skimmed through the messages wondering why there were so many of them. Annalise had sent the photos of the brothers' driving licences to Geillis, and probably something had come up.

"Is everything alright?" he asked as she continued to read the messages.

"It's fine," she squeaked, looking for any incriminating data Geillis might have found. She found none. Instead, what she was reading was making her face heat up.

"Are ye sure? Ye have a troubling frown forming on yer face. Maybe I can help."

She sighed and rolled her head. "Annalise sent the photos of your driving licences to my friend Geillis. And a selfie she took with you and your brother earlier. You know ...to have you check out and see if you're legit. Geillis' boyfriend works with the police you see."

He arched an eyebrow. "And?"

Is he upset? "Don't look at me like that. I told you I trust you."

He laughed. "Like what? Ye're the one who's giving me an odd look. I told ye I was alright with it. So what did she say? Do I get her seal of approval?"

She winced. "Yeah, Geillis says it's all good."

He picked up his whisky from the nearby table. "Geillis sounds like a verra nice friend. I think I like her already. What else did she say?"

She felt the colour drain from her face. "I swear you wouldn't want to hear the rest of it. Geillis is raving mad."

"Try me."

"I think we should leave it ..."

"Come on, Sassenach. It cannae be that bad."

"I'd rather not."

"Go on, humour me." His blue eyes danced, and she marvelled for the umpteenth time at how handsome he was.

"Well, don't say I didn't warn you." She shut her eyes for a few heartbeats and puffed out a breath. "Well, she said if you're the same bloke who competed against her boyfriend at caber toss last spring and won ..." Oh dear, God. "...I ...um ...I should let you ground my corn."

He practically choked on his whisky.

She grimaced and wondered if she should thump him on the back. "I'm sorry. Geillis has an odd sense of humour. I'm afraid it's just her way of saying that her boyfriend thinks you're ace ...well, that's if you're really the bloke who he thinks you are."

He recovered quickly and grinned. "How about ye? What do ye think of me?"

She ignored the question. "You haven't confirmed anything to me yet," she said, speaking into her whisky glass. "Did you really win the caber toss competition?"

He looked smugly amused, and the smile that spread across his face already answered her question.

"So you're a tree surgeon who plays shinty and tosses poles in your spare time ...whatever next."

He nodded at her phone when it lit up again. "What else is your friend saying?"

She put her drink down and glanced at the screen. "'She said, the men who participated in this year's caber toss, including you, posed with nothing on but their kilt for a charity calendar."

He smiled. "Aye, that's right."

"And she asked me to ask you if you're wearing anything underneath the kilt because I'm getting the calendar as a stocking filler."

His booming laughter made a few heads turn their way.

"See I told you, she's raving mad." She took another sip from her glass and realised it was empty. Ah, fiddlesticks! "I thought her boyfriend would have mellowed her down a bit, but I have a feeling, she's worse than ever."

He eyed her glass and grinned. "I definitely have to meet this friend of yours."

She felt a twinge of ache in her heart, which took her by surprise. "Annalise and I are stopping at her place in Glasgow before we fly back to London on Three Kings. So you won't be seeing her."

He leaned in closer. "I ken we've only just met. Ye think ye're going to miss me when you go back?" His eyes twinkled mischievously.

Even though she was a right bumbling mess around him, she had to admit she was having too much fun in his company. So much so, she didn't really want to think about leaving yet. Her mind was already racing and wondering if Annalise would agree to celebrate Hogmanay here instead of in Edinburgh. "Well, that depends ..."

"Depends on what?"

Her curiosity to explore the dynamic between them made it difficult to keep her guard up. It was useless trying to fight whatever this was when she was so drawn to Jamie. Surely he must be feeling this too. She swallowed hard and decided to be brave. "If I'll have a reason to miss you," she blurted out before she could change her mind.

A tiny fraction of the playfulness displayed on his face was replaced by uncertainty ...and Claire's stomach coiled at the proof he wasn't prepared to act on the attraction between them. Whatever his reason was, she wasn't sure if she wanted to know as her guard began to scramble back into place. Oh, God, how could I be so dim? Maybe he's got a girlfriend or a wife ...

"Arbroath Smokies."

Stunned, she looked at him. "Wot?"

"Have ye eaten?"

"Uh, um ...not since midday."

"Weel, hard to fall in love with ..." He took a huge deep breath. "...Broch Mordha on an empty stomach."

"Huh?"

That playful smile was back on his face. "Have ye tried Arbroath Smokies?"

"No. I don't even know what that is."

"Ye have to try it. I know just the place." Jamie glanced over his shoulder. "Come on, let's have a quick drink with Willie and Annalise so we can get out of here."

And then just like that, he wove his fingers through hers and tugged her towards the bar.

#melodyheart #all I want for christmas is you #claire beauchamp #jamie fraser #Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser #outlanderfanfic

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abonelessgod · 4 years

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A Nun’s Tale: Part 2.

Please comment if you like, always love to hear your thoughts & suggestions!!!<3

Read the previous: Expo, Part 1

Tags: @youbloodymadgenius @youaremyfamiliar @poisonous00

TW: NSFW, Attempted rape \ assault, language.

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“You asked to see me, my king?” You ask as soon as you enter the great hall. Ivar’s eyes are already on you, intense and protruding. You bite your lip and await further instructions. Ivar finishes the last bit of food in his mouth before his gloved hand waves you over, you nod and walk closer.

“Why all the formalities, Y/N? I don’t understand. I have said this many times before.” he asks, seemingly frustrated.

Truth is, not long after you were taken, you’ve started developing complicated feelings towards your capture. You were taught to hate and fear all heathens, but after almost two years in captivity, you’ve learnt there were many shades of grey between black and white. And many sides to the Boneless King.

So the formalities were necessary to put some distance between you two, even though you knew Ivar’s broke through to you more than any other man before. But also because you weren’t the most popular face in Kattegat. Many people still thought of you as a slave, or worst, an enemy. A nun who got down on her knees in front of a makeshift cross and prayed to a different god. But Ivar allowed it and you simply tried not to shake the boat as you went about your business.

When you were alone with him, however, that’s when things became truly complicated. You’d sit together, tell stories, laugh...Ivar would drink and his lips soon became a little too loose. He ever shared a couple of secrets every now and then. He trusted you. And you did not want to become his weakness. You did not want to become the one thing his enemies could exploit to harm him.

Looking down, you didn’t say another word. Ivar put down his cup of ale and waved off his guards. “Leave us.” his words were gruff and he was clearly dissatisfied.

“Sit down.” his voice ordered like satin over ice. You swallowed and obeyed, sitting before him.

“What seems to be the problem, Y/N?” he asked in a husky whisper, turning his body closer to you. You could smell the drink on his breath.

“Please, my king...I...” you stutter, Ivar’s fist collides with the table surface loudly. “Do not! Call! Me! That!” he roars, causing you to flinch. Then he inhales, closing his eyes slowly. “I do not want you to act like a slave anymore. I do not want you to call me ‘my king’ and frankly I would appreciate it if you stopped following all those...Christian customs. It’s been two years, Y/N. How much longer do you think you’ll need?” Ivar spoke fluently, and when you dared to look into his eyes you realized he was saying a lot of things, things that he’d probably kept in for a long time before finally letting them all out.

“You don’t understand.” Your voice is weak as you look away.

“Enlighten me then.” he insists.

“I have...thoughts.” you mutter. Ivar’s eyebrows immediately lift up, but he waits.

“I am not viking. I can’t look at you and have these thoughts. I can’t do all those things that you do...I...I do not want to jeopardize your status. They see the way you treat me, Ivar.” You say, eyeing the guards outside.

“They know I favor you for your interesting stories and...different point of view, Nun. You need not worry, Y/N.” Ivar says proudly with a dismissive smile.

You swallow the insult in a compliment’s disguise soundlessly. He said he merely favored you, even though you’ve just admitted to having feelings for him. After all, he is the king of heathens. A ruthless, blood thirsty king.

So what were you thinking? What did you expect?

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The following day, Earl Frodi and his warriors decide to visit Ivar’s hall. Before nightfall a feast begins, to celebrate their visit and a new fruitful alliance. Many other Earls sit to the tables with their men, and you greet the ones you’ve met before humbly. For the past year the word of Ivar’s nun traveled all across Scandinavia and many curious pagan leaders wanted to meet a Christian in person. The ones who were not hostile but merely intrigued were allowed to hear your story, but Ivar had to be present at all times.

One of Frodi’s men had always expressed special interest in you, and since they were allowed, on more than just one occasion, to speak to you - his warrior, Erik, knew your story well enough. Whenever he was around he watched you from afar, and whenever Ivar was not around he even dared to speak to you. Erik tried to remain cordial every time - but deep down you were afraid of what he might do if he ever caught you alone.

And that night was the night.

“Skol!” The men roared as the evening progressed. Most of the men and women were already full, sitting and laughing and telling raiding stories. Drinking held very little appeal in your eyes and so you gave Ivar a look, he nodded in mutual understanding and you got up to leave.

Your little world was a small cabin connected to Ivar’s bedroom. It was built in a way so that the only entrance was through his bedroom. With no other doors and a very small window inside your space. In there you had your bed, your bible, a table, and whatever little belongings you’ve collected during your stay in Kattegat.

Peeling your robes, your eyelids grew heavy, but suddenly someone’s close proximity had you back on high alert. Turning, you could see Erik smiling down on you mischievously. You could smell the ale on his breath.

“Hello, nun.” he said gruffly before his hands grabbed your cloth, tearing at the fabric abruptly. “I’m going to fuck you now, after all this time.” he announced as the dark fabrics fell to the floor, leaving you naked and shocked. You couldn’t even cry or scream.

Erik grabbed you by the throat, then tossed you on the bed roughly. Just as he was about to climb on top if you, you screamed. A scream so loud you thought it invoked the thunder. Or maybe it didn’t. Maybe it was a coincidence.

In the meantime, Ivar was moving restlessly on his throne in the great hall. The thunder had unsettled him. It was as if the mighty Thor was calling to him. And he could not ignore his call.

Climbing down, he used his crutches to step away. His mobility was significantly slower, but he didn’t care. He liked walking.

As soon as the troubled king walked into his bedroom he could hear the cries. His blood boiled, roaring in his veins as the thunder rolled and roared outside. For a split second, he was scared of what he might find in there. He recognized that voice. He cared for the nun. He might have even...

Ivar’s eyes were sharp as he studied the scene before him, Erik taking his clothes off. His favorite nun stripped bare on the bed - shaken and frightened.

“So which one is it, Y/N? Do I let him rape you now, just to prove a point...to let the people know I don’t care about you? That you are not my weakness?” Ivar asked contemptuously as he finally glimpsed at Erik, who was shocked to have been found. “Or do I kill him and save your precious...virtue?” His other question was dismissive, as if it meant so little.

But your virtue meant everything to you. And Ivar knew it too.

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willexxmercer · 3 years

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2020 a year in review!

Tagged by @boomheda to answer some questions about this past year!

Top 5 Movies you saw this year (I spent the entire year in an isolated community so I didn’t really see a lot of new movies)

New Mutants

Freaks (this one was really good y’all)

Hamilton (I’M COUNTING IT)

The Mummy (always good for a rewatch)

Men in Black International

Top 5 TV shows you watched this year

Julie and the Phantoms

Party of Five (the remake... STILL SOBBING OVER IT BEING CANCELLED)

Warrior Nun

Stargirl

The Order (working on it right now)

Top 5 songs of 2020 (I also refuse to take this off my spotify wrapped XD)

The Schuyler Sisters - Hamilton OBC

Legends - Kelsea Ballerini

Finally Free - Julie and the Phantoms cast

Show Yourself - Idina Menzel

End of the World - Great Big Sea

Top 5 books you read in 2020 (or fics or articles or whatever)

The Wolf - Leo Carew (YES I’M STILL WORKING ON IT)

In the Heat of the Night - John Ball (because I was teaching it)

Artemis Fowl - Eoin Colfer (reread)

Six of crows- Leigh Bardugo (yes still reading)

Once Around the Sun - eleventy7 (Zutara fic)

BONUS: Fugue de Saudade - Musickat28 (Reylo fic)

5 positive things that happened in 2020

...got through 2020 (stealing Luce’s answer)

I GOT A PUPPY AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH

I got to have TWO video chats with Tasya and a VERY SPECIAL video chat with Chelsey!

I’ve gotten to know a couple of my mutuals on tumblr pretty well <3

Sunny’s tiktok hit 2000 followers and I hit 50 fics on ao3!

Tagging: @brillermcintyre @dylanobrienisbatman @thelittlefanpire @pawprinterfanfic

#year in review #about me

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sh00t · 4 years

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I have been following you since i binged all of poi and got hella in my feelings. However everything is post is a treat and your little blurbs are always so interesting when it comes to characters. Also i peeped you watch warrior nun and i just saw that i hope Beatrice is queer. Anyway thanks for letting me ramble and i hope you are doing spectacular

I am doing EXTRA spectacular now, thank you anon!! 😭🥰🥰🥰🥰 Ramble in my inbox anytime! I love making friends and mutuals on here, and especially POI fans. 💕 And thank you for taking the time to read anything I type on here and letting me know! Enjoy the gay reblogs and catch more of my mental breakdowns and gay feels here. 🥰 I hope you have the most fantastic week, filled with joy and only as much as you can manage!

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fruitjuucy · 4 years

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tagged by @nieryen (<33 aaaa thank u!!) for the get to know you thing!

tag nine people you’d like to get to know better/catch up with

1) Top 3 ships: uuuhhhh i think rn Beatrice/Ava (warrior nun), BeauYasha (critical role), and lmao does Reese/Morgan count asdhgkgl;msns

2) Last song i listened to: FloriDada by Animal Collective also! link to my Good Songs playlist bc i wanted to share (if it shows up)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3tUBkwlCE2k81fYsdkDafk?si=QammLFGrSdGsVIP-FSKMXg

3) Last movie i watched: We’re the Millers love that one don’t @ me

4) Currently reading: Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon omfg EVERYONE SHOULD READ THIS its v long but so worth it great wlw slowburn too

5) Food i’m craving rn: weirdly soup???? like any soup???

lol i dont know 9 people im tagging uuuuuu the discord gayhaven gals (if u want to and see this) and any of my mutuals who want to do this oml i want to be your friend :’))))

#text #get to know me #tag games

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the-boy-branithar · 5 years

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30 questions tag

Rules: Tag the person who tagged you, answer the questions and tag 20 people ! @7sorrows tagged me :0

1. How tall are you? 5’3

2. What color and style is your hair? Dirty blond with a bleached streak to the right, and I style it like reverse Jack Barakat hair because I’m cool and I wanna be him.

3. What color are your eyes? Blue

4. Do you wear glasses? No, I have pretty good vision

5. Do you wear braces? No, but I might need to get something bc sleeping on one side of my face seems to be slowly crushing my teeth to the right.

6. What is your fashion style? Lots of things. I’m a fan of cheap op shop suits n ties, ripped jeans, wallet chains, fake leather jackets, killjoy fashion, punk stuff, lots of layers (so I super hate the climate here). Depends on what kind of day it is.

7. Full name? C██ C███-██ ████

8. When were you born? ‘98

9. Where are you from and where do you live now? Buttcrack, Australia

10. What school do you go to? I went to a small local high school

11. What kind of student are you? One that “behaved” (I drew in the margins of all my books and didn’t listen all the time and rarely cooperated in group projects cuz I disliked nearly everyone) and did well in class on most subjects but I almost never handed in homework. Nearly didn’t graduate tbh.

12. Do you like school? No, it sucked. Lunch times were so boring cuz I didn’t have close friends.

13. What are your favourite school subjects? Art, cuz we never got much homework and my teacher kept written work to the absolute minimum. I follow her on Pinterest now, it’s tight.

14. Favorite TV shows? Brooklyn 99, Breaking Bad (great negative character development, you go from sympathising to absolutely hating Walt, it’s great), Doctor Who, Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood.

16. Favorite books? I used to love Warriors and also the Alex Rider series. Oh, and Paul Jennings’ and Andy Griffiths’ stuff, they were pretty sick.

17. Favourite past-time? Listening to music, blogging about music, watching band interviews, staring at beautiful rockstars, etc.

18. Do you have any regrets? Only the stuff I couldn’t control.

19. Dream job? I wanna be a roadie of some kind, constantly being away touring with various bands sounds like the life. Not seeing my family, having someone be in charge of my day-to-day life, being in the music industry. Idk what I’d be doing but it’d probably be fun.

20. Would you like to get married? Dunno

21. Would you like to have kids someday? Nah

22. How many? 0

23. Do you like shopping? I guess. I like going to op shops, and even if I don’t buy anything it’s fun to browse music shops.

24. What countries have you visited? Bali is its own country, right? It’s not a province of somewhere else? I went there for a wedding, which I then threw up at.

25. What’s the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had? I’ve had some weird ones that weren’t really that scary afterwards, but while they were happening they sucked. There was one where I was alone in a church and no matter where I looked there was this nun with sunken eyes like some kind of zombie dressed in red. I looked at the back pews and she was sitting there, I looked back at the front and she was there. When I went out into the hall she was sitting on a chair in front of me, and then when I looked to the far end of the hall she was there too. For some reason I couldn’t bear to look at her, but I had to go to her, so I looked at the ground and ran to her. I think the dream ended when I kind of grabbed her and laughed cuz I was scared.

26. Do you have any enemies? Yeah, but I’m also super paranoid so who really knows?

27. Do you have a s/o? Does Tony Perry count?

28. Do you believe in miracles? I think so. Depends what people mean by that. Ridiculous things happen all the time and sometimes they help you. Maybe that’s divine intervention, idk

I’m tagging @twinkaws @cash-and-androgyny @rosepheniox @thornheartless @wxundedwxrld @pete-wetzel @batterycityraces @prinofpol @wow-very-emo-such-bands @chennington @jawnrochaa @otto-wood @dailyoliversykes @massiveheartpainter @wheymrspock @whitewineandregrets @sonoorousmusic @aflairformisadventures @mousefrnk @tofindloveinpoison (hey I have a great memory, so if I tagged you and it’s weird cuz we’re not mutuals ... sorry. Also, if we’re longtime mutuals and I didn’t tag you it’s because I couldn’t remember if we were and I didn’t want to come off as weird ... sorry.)

#ask game #kinda

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