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demonvibez · 5 months

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mature (mdni) · tags: suggestive, alcohol, possessive/yandere dia

Diavolo sits across from Lucifer, the Demonus at hand painting both of their cheeks with a certain rosiness, the fireplace crackling away at their side. The Young Prince invited the Avatar of Pride over for a few drinks, knowing they both needed to kick back and let off some steam. Diavolo thought the two would just get lightly buzzed and exchange stories of their favorite memories, as they usually did. However, he couldn't have predicted his mood taking such a dark shift...

He can't even remember how exactly they got onto the subject of you - but neither can deny how much they miss you. They exchange stories of their favorite memories during your time here - but once they reach the bottom of the bottle, Lucifer can feel his inhibitions disappearing, and he's overcome with the urge to tell the Prince his favorite memory of you so far;

The night of your pact...and the intimate activities that followed...

As the Fallen Angel continues to happily go into detail about that night with you, the Demonic Prince can feel jealousy tightening its icy grip on his heart. Descriptions of your bare form have Diavolo's mind racing with a plethora of emotions - envy, greed and wrath all fighting to overpower each other as lust lurks in the shadows. Diavolo does his best not to let his cheerful façade crack, pressing the hell-crystal goblet to his lips as he begins to tune out Lucifer's drunken rambling. He had never seen Lucifer as his adversary before. He always regarded the demon as his best friend - now he is suddenly sizing him up, comparing himself to the Avatar and looking for flaws in his armor. What can he do to show you that he can give you everything you want and more? That he can be everything you need and more?

The Prince needs a plan.

Though you may be currently in the Human Realm, Diavolo sees that as a non-issue - he can have you in the confines of the Demon Lord's Castle with the slightest of effort. His power, ineffable. His resources, endless. No, the issue stems from your ties to this realm - to the demons whose pacts you've bound. He'll have to be careful when pulling the strings of this very delicate dance - keeping the brothers just far away enough from you to keep you close to him. And if he must remind Lucifer of his place in his Kingdom, of who exactly he and his brothers owe their lives to, he will. All so he can give you the life you deserve - the royalty you deserve. After all, he took Barbatos for himself, so he can just as easily take you too.

Lord Diavolo always gets what he wants - and you will be no different.

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katyawriteswhump · 4 months

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364 days later (Steddie holiday drabble)

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 30/31 prompt, New Year's Eve/Resolutions I AM SO SAD IT IS NEARLY OVER!!!!

When Steve is hurt on New Year’s Eve, he discovers there’s only one person he can truly go home to.

WC: 918 Rating: T CW: off-screen/pre-fic violence including domestic violence. Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff. Established steddie.

Also part of my steve whump fic series (mainly steddie) on ao3

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“I hadn’t a clue where else to go,” says Steve, an odd tremor in his voice.

Steve hadn’t knocked, hadn’t announced his arrival. Eddie simply opened the trailer door and found him. God knows how long he’s been standing at the bottom of the steps, cradling one arm in the other. It’s dark, but it’s screamingly obvious something’s wrong. Steve’s hair is kinda ruffled for starters.

“I mean, yeah, we have a date later,” Steve rambles, “being New Years Eve and all that crap, and… uh…”

Holy shit! Eddie jumps down to him, freaking out big-time. Blood smears one side of Steve’s face, his lip is bruised, and his harsh breaths cloud the icy air. Eddie wants to hug him tight; instead, he briefly clams up, super-terrified. He’s never seen anybody so robust appear so… brittle.

Gently, he cups the uninjured side of Steve’s face, curves an arm around him. “What the hell happened?”

“I did it, man. Finally. My dad… I, um…”

“Your dad did this?”

“He wishes,” Steve says, snarky.

Eddie seriously can’t fathom whether he’s lying: “Who else, man?”

“Got jumped leaving work, and I… I…” Steve’s wretched laugh crumbles into an even more wretched whimper. Eddie catches him, as his knees buckle.

“Okay, big guy, I gotcha.”

He bundles him inside, sits him on the couch. Steve stares spacily, hugs his arm, rocks himself.

Momentarily, Eddie literally flaps. Then he grabs a chilled beer from the fridge, douses a clean cloth in water. He coaxes Steve into holding the can against his swollen wrist, while Eddie dabs the blood from his face.

“Gonna sting,” warns Eddie. Steve hisses. “Sorry, Stevie.”

“It’s fine. Christ, I’m okay.”

“Not buying that BS today. Not sorry.”

Eddie frowns, concentrating hard. The cut, fortunately, has clotted already. He binds Steve’s wrist with a make-shift bandage. Steve mutters about getting kicked a LOT, when he was curled on the ground, shielding his face. Eddie feels sick, soothingly shushes Steve’s gasps of pain. Possibly as much to comfort himself as Steve. “Look, we should get you to the Med—"

“No way. I’ll fix… Listen, I finally did it,” repeats Steve, as his eyes flutter closed.

“Yeah? Did what exactly, Babe?”

“Carried out my New Year’s resolution.”

***

Steve barely recalls how he got here.

He’d driven around aimlessly. His wrist hurt so bad that he goddamn cried, too far gone to give a shit. He couldn’t think; he was drowning, sucked deep into thick, suffocating waters. Some crazy inner compass drew him to the one place he could pull for the surface.

He found himself outside Eddie’s trailer. Standing there stupidly, hurting and shivering. Not even yelling to be let in. Now, he’s inside and getting warm with Eddie, who asks again what happened.

Crap, does Steve even know?

He honestly couldn’t ID his attackers. Sorta knew why he was attacked, being guilty of so much these days—hanging with geeks, being a king that lost his crown, not to mention his boyfriend being Eddie ‘spawn-of-satan’ Munson.

Then his Dad.

The look he’d given Steve, when Steve arrived home bruised and bloodied.

“He didn’t need to say it,” says Steve, head resting on Eddie’s shoulder. “It was written all over his smug-ass face. You deserve this.”

He’d yelled his butt off about Steve making trouble. Shoved Steve around a bit, knowing he was in no shape to fight back.

“I told him to stick it. Left with basically nothing. Okay, the car, though that technically belongs to him, and… Shit, where am I gonna go?”

His tardy reality check hits like a baseball bat to the gut. Huddled against Eddie, he’s shaking, breaths hitching, hating himself for it. Eddie wraps his other arm across Steve and holds him.

Simply holds him.

And yeah, he calms a little.

“Seriously, don’t sweat it,” says Eddie. “You can stay here till you’ve figured stuff out. Forever, if you need.”

Steve glances up, swipes angrily across his damp cheekbone. “Uh, earth to Eddie? Wayne?”

“He’ll cuss under his breath. And love the heck out of you. Already does. What’s one more overgrown brat?”

“C’mon, he’ll—"

“Look, I’m genuinely blown away. It’s New Year’s Eve and you’ve already nailed your resolution.”

Steve buries his face again, and… Woah! He’s laughing. Eddie’s kickass painkillers are working, or… Screw it, life never sucks so bad when he’s with Eddie.

“Leaving home was last year’s resolution,” he mumbles toward Eddie’s armpit.

“Oh.” Eddie plants a soft kiss on Steve’s hair.

“Yeeeeah. I’m only, like, 364 days late.”

***

Eddie’s still freaking that he should get Steve better help. However, Steve is a dead weight against him, knee curled in Eddie’s lap, and refuses to budge from the circle of Eddie’s arms.

New Year ticks by, lost in a gentle, lingering kiss. Eddie ghosts his thumb, featherlight, down the uninjured side of Steve’s face. Steve scrunches his good hand tightly in Eddie’s hair, deepening the kiss more passionately than—given Steve’s bruises—Eddie dares.

“Happy New Year, Babe,” whispers Eddie, when they break apart. A sneaky smile plays on Steve’s lips. “What?”

“I hit a winning streak,” says Steve, “I’ve smashed this year’s resolution already.”

“Huh?”

“Do I really have to spell it out, dipshit?”

Fixing deep in Steve’s eyes, Eddie’s grin spreads slowly. Dammit, this was going down as the worst and best New Year ever, and sure as heck the most shamefully sappy:

Oh, I get it. Falling in love.

“Back at ya,” he says, and tumbles forward into another kiss.

#steddieholidaydrabbles #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington whump #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfic #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington hurt/comfort

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boyswhowawa · 6 months

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The Undead Of Winter, Introduction

The Undead of Winter

two slugcats, forever bound to walk the world

things that will forever haunt them echo on the icy winds

things that will forever hurt them watch in dark shadows

but there is never a lack of hope for healing from the things that hide on the edge of your reality

[ A bit more info, Character references, and a special message at the end under the cut! ]

first things first,

The Saint, also called Wallow, White, or Blender

This little guy has gone through. Far. Far too much. But we'll see how things go for him from here

(Pronouns are He/Its)

The Artificer, also called Beasty, Bomber, Heretic, or Booster

This not so little guy has also been through a lot, she's become something a bit more than a little violent rodent nowadays though...

(Pronouns He/She/They)

almost Immediately when I shared the Saint's design with some friends, my friend @draagu (sorry if tagging's not alright let me know and I will nnot do it again) was like "I wanna hug him" (since then I've had at least 5 people say the same thing lasjdfl;akdfjs;aljsf [As they should this man needs many hugs])

so I doodled that

here's a goofier doodle of the two

also featuring a little cameo from some art by @pookapufferfishjsad;lfkjasdf because I did these twos' designs while me and pooka were doing some drawing together

(which was still really fun oh my goodness I'm excited to do it again sometime)

and now!!!

A little bit more of a serious (?? ish??) note

The Undead of Winter is a project I'm really excited for

it's not gonna be anything too massive, but I just hope all who choose to watch and view enjoy the show

this project is going to be very personal for me, I'm leaning on writing styles that comfort me, and choosing to share them because I think it'll be nice, and one thing that comforts me is big angst, and what follows, the big healing

so this is your warning that this one might hurt a little, but it's not my intention to leave you hurting reading this, and i'm sorry if it does

if you're interested in reading along, I'm gonna be tagging all posts related to it with #RW The Undead Of Winter, as well as #RW TUOW

also if you wanna post thoughts or anything like that, please, feel free to come into my asks, or post anything like that with those tags, I really appreciate anything, wether it's constructive criticism, just some gushing about stuff if you feel like it, some feelings it may have given you, or if you doodle anything

I wanna see all of that, preferably, ajsdl;fkaj

I'm gonna have fun doing this

thanks for bearing with me rambling

and i hope you have a good day

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emberfrostlovesloki · 6 months

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Aaron and Criminal Minds December Prompt List [a ramble]

Photo credits after the tag list

Good evening loves! We made it to November! It’s hard to believe. I know it felt like crawling over some metaphorical finish line to get here, but I made it and you did too, and I’m proud of you for that! As we start ramping up to the holiday season, I’ve been having Hotch thoughts, as per usual. This month I thought I’d make a prompt list and share it with anyone who would like to write along, a la @imagining-in-the-margins. I won’t write for all of these, but I will for at least a few. The rules for using these prompts are that there are no rules! You could use any Criminal Minds characters, OC’s, reader inserts, etc. You could draw, write, make mood boards, or anything else you can imagine. I have included 31 prompts for each day of the month. I also get inspiration from plain old words, so I’ve included 10 December-y words that might inspire something. I've tried to keep the prompts non-holiday center as everyone has their own traditions/faiths. Lastly, I’ve included a few dialog and art prompts too. You can find that all below the cut. If any of these prompts inspire you to create, I’d love to be tagged to see what you have made. This is all just for fun. I wish everyone a great start to the month. Please know I’m proud of you wherever you are right now. Love - Levi ❄️❄️❄️

General Prompts

Character A gets Character B and an advent calendar.

Character A’s child is in the school pageant with Character B’s child.

The team gets snowed in on a case.

Character A goes caroling and sees Character B get into a dangerous situation; Character A intervenes.

Character A buys some holiday-themed underwear to surprise Character B with.

Character A buys a gift that can’t be wrapped for Character B.

The sidewalk is icy and Character A unceremoniously falls into Character B.

Character A is too sad to celebrate the holidays and Character B provides some comfort.

Characters A and B get stranded in the airport trying to get home for the holidays after their flight gets grounded.

Characters A and B read A Christmas Carol aloud to a group of children.

Christmas dinner at Rossi’s.

An unsub strikes while the team is off, so they have to come together.

Characters A and B bump into each other at a Christmas tree lot.

Character A knits/crochets a scarf for Character B which is way too long.

Characters A and B find a stray kitten in the cold and decide to adopt it.

Santa Clauss is a woman this year.

Character A buys gender-affirming clothing for Character B as a gift and to let them know they accept them as they are.

The team watches the most cringy Hallmark holiday movie they can find.

Character A shares their spice wine recipe with Character B.

Characters A and B serve at a shelter for those less fortunate.

Character A and B are forced into the office alone - work does not get done.

Characters A and B meet at an ice skating rink.

Character A has been overworking themself and Character B does the holiday prep for them.

The team makes sure everyone’s dietary needs are met before the office potluck.

Characters A and B take the next step in their relationship.

Characters A and B find themselves under the mistletoe.

Character A makes a revelation about Character B.

Character A hears Character B sing for the first time. - forthcoming for my love, Rome (@criminalskies)

Character A looks for a sexy outfit for New Year's Eve.

Characters A and B plan for the future.

Classic New Year’s kiss shenanigans.

Word Prompts

Yuletide

Twinkle

Snowball

Sweater

Bitter

Gingerbread

Fireplace

Avalance

Stocking

Flannel

Dialog Prompts

“Wait, you LIKE eggnog?”

“If anyone says anything about mistletoe I’m going to scream!”

“I’d tell you what I want for Christmas, but it will make you blush.”

“Ohhhh… I didn’t mean it to be an ugly sweater…”

“Hey, just a heads up. My friends will think we’re fucking.”

“Let’s skip the office party and go out on the town instead.”

Art Prompts

Any CM kid asleep under the tree.

Any BAU member in an ugly sweater.

Any BAU member wearing reindeer antlers.

Characters holding hands.

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Tag list: @tgskitten @geminitapestry

Want to be added to the tag list? Please see this post, CM tag list (linked)

______________________________________________________________Photo credits

Top row: Left (@sadgirlzluvdilfs) Center (@holly-days) Right (@peacefulandcozy)

Middle row: (@fallingforchristmasworld) Center (@sadgirlzluvdilfs) Right (@happyheidi)

Bottom row: (@happyheidi) Center (@rhiannonwrites) Right (@themoontaxi)

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avelera · 1 year

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Having a Neil Gaiman moment over here when I realized you saw my tags. Like, “Oh this author I adore that who I know reads their tags might notice, but oh well!” And then just doing a tag ramble because that’s what one does on tumblr, and then. WELP. The mortifying ordeal of your tags being known. 🤣

Anyways!! I would love anything you’re willing to do for Calliope’s perspective. You’ve done one of my favorite characterizations of her that I’ve seen and it’s arresting in the best way. I want to know more of her in this world, Pre-Madoc, and see what she thinks after everything is said and done and if this human truly IS the match of her ex husband. It’s just so fascinating to think about her perspective of their relationship as an outsider with intimate knowledge of Dream and what it means for where Hob and Dream are at!

Friend-o I religiously read my tags you don't understand like how much I'm obsessed with seeing every little thought people might have about my work! (LOL, meanwhile I too live in terror of one my critiques of Mr Gaiman's work from a literary angle one day making it back to him, eep!)

I will say, without diving into prose for it, that Giving Sanctuary Calliope being Pre-Madoc was very central to planning out her character.

I wanted her to be even more strident and powerful than we see her in canon. There's... hmm... something of a theme that plays into with Giving Sanctuary, that's based on my own lived experience, that sometimes it can take quite a while for powerful, confident people to recognize and admit that something traumatic has happened to them and that it has changed them? And there are scars left behind the first time something really bad happens to a person who had previously thought themselves untouchable? So this is not to say that Calliope was in any way weakened by her time with Madoc, but she might have been changed by it, and at least when we see her in the immediate aftermath, she's more quiet and reserved than she might have been before he captured her, before she's had any time to heal and go back to her old self (insofar as anyone can).

I think to express this is not to diminish the experience of the victim, but to rather acknowledge the violence of the hurt? Calliope was more strident and self-assured, more powerful in the way she took up space before she was captured.

Dream before Orpheus died was happier and it did make him shrink into himself and harden towards the world and become icy and cruel and callous towards the suffering of others when his son died and his wife left him and it felt like the whole world turned against him at once so he lashed back harder and shut Calliope from his kingdom. The whole fic begins because a moment's kindness and empathy from Hob awakens Dream to the realization that Lucienne is afraid of him, that him being party to "cursing" Hob with immortality when Hob hadn't done anything to him and indeed, showed him kindness when they spoke the first time, was monstrously cruel and unjustifiable. Dream as a powerful person took two thousand years to admit that a bad thing happened to him and he can't just use his power to wish it all away and Dream of 1,000 Cats Orpheus back to life! That there's no fixing this and he's been hurt and it changed him, deeply.

And finally, likewise, with Hob. Hob was at the top of the world in 1589! Even when he embarked upon having a family and trying to do it all "right" he did it from a place of hubris, as one who had never really been hurt before. It never occurred to him that his wife or children could die young, or hate him for his immortality, or that some other tragedy could befall them. He waited until he did everything "right" in terms of wealth and status and had a family and thought having waited and planned that long would somehow shield him from the random tragedy of chance, and it didn't. He is scarred by that tragedy, he has shrunk within himself, he is trying to claw his way back and he has faith that he will, someday, but that time is now lost, that suffering has now been felt, he has seen those depths of deprivation and he will never be the same. I headcanon that in canon, without Dream's help, this set Hob on a path to becoming the apathetic, self-centered monster in the 1700s who was so focused on regaining wealth and status after losing them so traumatically that he didn't give a fuck about entering the "shipping business" to do it! GS Hob has already diverged from that path, just by having Dream's kindness and mercy stop his descent into becoming more like Dream over the next century of self-defensive cruelty.

... None of which was your question about Calliope BUT! At the risk of this getting even more insanely long, I will say this:

For Calliope, the most humiliating part of her separation from Dream was Dream becoming a monster. It already took a great deal of courage for her to flout her entire family to marry him in the first place, I can't even imagine having my wedding boycotted by my family? So for him to be so cruel to Orpheus, for Orpheus to then die, and for Dream to just shut himself off from the world and become this icy monster who doesn't give a fuck about anyone and barred his own wife from his realm? That was humiliating for Calliope. It made her feel like maybe she was an idiot, maybe her family was right all along!

The hope she sees in Hob is for him to make Dream a good person again, the person he was when he was in love with her. The person she felt was worthy of her hand in marriage. She recognizes with age and experience that the bitterness began to brew between her and Dream because she couldn't give him the sort of 24/7 clingy affection he craved because how lonely he was being Dream of the Endless, he wanted a personal life so badly and so when she wanted to go create, he grew increasingly bitter about it, because the thing that brought them together (creating) was now driving them apart (Dream just wants to cuddle when she wants to make art together!). She sees in Hob, who has been in love with Dream for 300 years, who is human, who is good for him, who makes him smile, and who *can be* that personal life to Dream, joyfully!, that Calliope saw as her second priority after being a Muse, and she has hope. Not just for Dream, but for herself, that maybe she just wasn't quite the right person for Dream, this famous ex husband of hers. And if Hob works out, Dream will become kind again, and she'll be able to point to him to her family and say, "See, I wasn't the right person, but we were happy for a time, and now he IS with the right person and just look at him. Look at how kind and wonderful and full of joy he is, the Lord of the Dreaming. That is the man I married. That was the person who was worthy of me. And you were wrong to say I was a fool for marrying that person, because he is worthy of love."

#giving sanctuary bts #giving sanctuary #1689 fic #sandman meta

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esta-elavaris · 1 year

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Fluffmass ‘22 Day 1

Dragon Age: Inquisiton -- Cullen/F!Trevelyan

Prompt: “This made me think of you.”

Cullen and Evelyn exchange gifts on their first Satinalia as a couple.

It started with a fleeting comment, written as a postscript in one of her reports to him in the earliest days of the Inquisition - back when she’d “simply” been Herald of Andraste, and not the Inquisitor.

P.S. I’m sorry for the atrocious handwriting. It’s so damn cold here tonight that I can hardly feel my hands, much less write.

Cullen had smiled upon reading it - the first sign of ease in her missives to him, and perhaps (he hoped) and indicator that any awkwardness between them thanks to his once being a Templar, and her always being a mage, was not so insurmountable as some might assume. It had hardly prevented them from working well thus far, but he hadn’t been blind to the tentativeness that took over her when he walked into a room for the first few weeks - and he thanked Andraste that it didn’t seem to be a permanent fixture. Not just because it would have interfered with their work, but because he didn’t want to induce that sort of discomfort.

Her next report proved far more legible, and so he’d added a note at the end of his letter; a simple I see your hands have warmed up. And then he’d cringed over it from the time the letter was sent until he received her next one, reading in a note tagged on after her signature ten fingers going strong so far - but if that changes, I’ll be billing the Inquisition.

Almost a year, a move of bases, and one budding new relationship later, the temperature of Evelyn Trevelyan’s hands had remained a topic of conversation between the two of them. Not in that way - although there had been a joke or two from Sera.

“Does your Cully-Wully warm up them icy hands of yours, yeah?” she’d giggle whenever the two of them were in the vicinity of one another.

Sera’s comments, while certainly the most inane, weren’t the only ones. After a month or two they’d sought out Solas’ opinion on the matter, worried that perhaps it may be something to do with the mark on her had, only to find that if it did, it wasn’t direct. A product of stress, he’d called it, justifiable, undoubtedly, but the body’s response to a heightened sense of danger. What followed was a long, rambling explanation of how the body responded to the threat of danger by bringing the blood away from the extremities an in towards the internal organs, but Cullen heard it for what it was. Evelyn Trevelyan was living in a near-permanent state of fight or flight.

Gloves were out of the question - at least in the field, for they would interfere with her ability to channel her magic through her staff. So she developed a liking for pyromancy, and Cullen hid his worry as best he could. Until they’d acquired Dagna. And that was how he found himself moving through Skyhold on Satinalia with a present wrapped in brown paper and string wedged tightly beneath his left vambrace.

The garden was all but deserted, everybody tucked away from the cold inside, dedicating their attention to the feast. Which, of course, was the point of this meeting time and spot both - the Inquisitor’s attention was in high demand, but surely they could take a moment or two to themselves.

“Hello, you.”

Her voice broke the silence of the garden not long after he’d taken up a seat by the chess table under the gazebo. The undoubtedly daft look of surprise on his face earned him a smile as he turned to watch her descend the last couple of steps from the battlements, explaining as she approached.

“I had to take the long way round - otherwise I’d have never gotten here at all.”

“I’ve at least some idea of what you mean,” he said ruefully “It takes me twenty minutes to walk half as many feet through the encampment outside the gates.”

Evelyn was garbed in a fine dress of deep crimson red for the occasion, long-sleeved, embroidered with gold and trimmed in fur. With her hair cascading down her back in dark brown curls and a circled of gold atop her head, she looked more a queen than an Inquisitor - and a lovely one at that. Not for the first time, Cullen was tempted to doubt his gift. Weren’t men supposed to buy the women they were involved with jewellery, or some such token? Was there some sort of tradition for first Satinalia’s as a couple? He thought not. He knew not, though. That was the problem - he’d never been involved with somebody for long enough, nor seriously enough, to encounter this particular dilemma.

But, days like this notwithstanding, she had little occasion for jewellery, and little use for baubles. No, his gift was a good one. The only one he hadn’t been able to talk himself out of. It could go with her as she travelled, and keep her warm and comfortable when he could not. Safe when he could not. Or so he prayed.

“Here.”

Thank the Maker she chose to speak before he could get himself into more of a laughable state over something so minor as a Satinalia gift. Cullen watched with a smile as she produced a box just a little bigger than her hand from the loose, draping sleeve of her gown. It was wrapped in red and green paper that sparkled as the light caught it, and tied with golden ribbons that matched her dress.

“I’ll own up right now and say my gift for you isn’t wrapped half so well,” he chuckled, accepting it “Thank you.”

“Well, I’ll own up and say the shop I bought it from in Val Royeaux offered gift wrapping services, so I can’t take credit for it.”

Ah. Dagna offered no such service.

Unravelling the bow with one careful pull, it fell away and he then lifted the lid from the box. Inside lay a clear, square-shaped glass bottle filled with some sort of liquid of a deep golden-red. He unstoppered the bottle beneath her gaze, and sniffed it carefully - before looking at her in wonder.

“It made me think of you when I found it. It’s embrium extract,” she explained “The really pure stuff, designed for multi-use. I noticed you always burn those incense cones in your office and that you favour that scent. This way you can wear it.”

He did - for its medicinal properties. It helped clear his mind, and on a more literal level it warded off headaches and the chills. But it appeared that use, thankfully, had gone over her head. The withdrawals were a topic he had not yet broached with her.

“It…may also be rubbed into the temples to ease headaches and migraines. Or elsewhere, for muscle aches.”

Guilt threatened to graze him then. Because he’d underestimated her, and because she of all people was worried about him. When it was clear that he had not the words to respond quite yet, turning the bottle over with a soft smile on his face, she rested her hand atop his. His gloves were just thin enough for him to feel how cold her grasp was.

“You work yourself too hard, Cullen,” she said “I hate seeing the toll it takes. I hope this might help.”

He gave a tired half-smile, mostly because she was one of the few people from whom he could hear such a plea without growing annoyed. Evelyn gave just as much as he did, if not more, and the toll matched. Surely she knew what a bad joke it was for her to say such a thing while doing the exact same thing - and he could hardly blame her, for he would say the same to her without a hint of irony. He often did.

“I love it - and it’ll be of great use to me. Thank you.”

Taking up the hand that had lain atop his, he pressed the back of it to his lips, smirking when she beamed in response.

“Speaking of hoping to help, though,” he said.

He had to fully unbuckle his vambrace to dislodge the gift, and when Evelyn caught on she assisted him with a swiftness and ease that did threaten to send the mind wandering. The package slipped out, and he handed it to her with far more shyness than a man of his age and life experience had any business feeling. Evelyn Trevelyan just had a way of inducing that in him. It was difficult to say whether that fact was made better or worse by the fact that it did not seem to be deliberate - but at least, judging by the flush in her cheeks as she unwrapped her gift, the feeling was mutual.

Fine, soft leather gloves the same dark muted purple shade that she favoured in her armour were revealed as she unfolded the paper, with black crystal panels so high in number that they would not inhibit dexterity sewn into the palms.

“I collaborated with Dagna on them,” he explained quickly, before she could mentally deem them largely unuseful “The crystals will amplify your magic and send it through to your staff, so you needn’t remove them in combat.”

Her dark eyes widened as she inspected the crystal panels carefully in wonder. Cullen smiled as he continued.

“There are also mild fire and frost glyphs carved inside, so depending on the climate in which you find yourself you might either heat or cool your hands.”

“Oh, Cullen,” she murmured, turning them over and over in her hands as she admired them before she breathed a laugh “Has my penmanship truly been that bad?”

He chuckled “Perhaps I’m hoping you’ll write more frequently.”

Or just stop leaving at all. He stilled when her inspections brought her to a small piece of needlework, hidden on the inner cuff of the gloves. An E and a C entwined in thread just a few shades lighter than the leather it was sewn into, so as not to be too noticeable. It was a detail he’d thought a touch trite when he’d first gotten the idea, but when he saw how her smile widened and her blush deepened, he was glad to have gone with the idea. When she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, he was gladder still.

#dragon age inquisiton #dragon age fanfic #cullen rutherford fanfic #Cullen Rutherford/F!Trevelyan #cullen rutherford/female inquisitor

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nonexistent-triangle · 9 months

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hi! im patricia or patty or charlie and this is my blog. i use she/they pronouns. my gender is undescribable and my day is ruined. i primarly use this place to post. i also have an artblog you can find at @inexplicable-images dot tumblr dot com. oh im also a system but youre not getting more details than that. if you want to reffer to us collectively for any reason the name to use is "gang" like in that kitty image. you know the one.

my tags are

#not words - haha funny silly post fun hah fun yeas the things i post here are made to read as joke go look at these so i can fulfill my transgirl funnyman dreams

#words - tag i use to talk slightly more seriously

#for future reference - posts that i find useful

#self reblog - self explanatory

#asks - self explanatory 2

#patricia's unsolicted art ramblings - a tag for when i talk about pieces of art i like, with great excitement.

my barely used these days Mystery tags

#this is what it feels like - its what it feels like

#flash in the pan - do you see it ? a single bright light catches your eye. its gone now

#icy winds - self explanatory

#softly‚ quite softly - like familiar fabric on skin

#emergency exit covered in vines - self explanatory

#dark age - does not deserve an explanation

#my kingdom for a small wooden bowl - youll get it

#BRIGHT WHITE UNCONTROLLABLE - electricity tag

#words #not words #for future reference #self reblog #asks #patricia's unsolicited art ramblings #this is what it feels like #flash in the pan #icy winds #softly‚ quite softly #dark age #my kingdom for a small wooden bowl #BRIGHT WHITE UNCONTROLLABLE

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redwayfarers · 1 year

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Storytelling ramble: Cass and his parents, Theokleia and Aiantes

Now, I don’t normally write commentary for my own fic. Usually I just hoard all the little pieces like a greedy dragon and bring them up in private conversations with people or randomly spring them up on people in less structured lore posts, but the latest fic I did, one that I’m kinda proud of, did bring about some revelations that I do wanna make commentary on. That’ll be the new #storytelling ramble tag, for organisational purposes.

The fic in question is On Theokleia, my mother (seriously, I am proud of it, so here’s a handy dandy link if you wanna read it!) It’s Cass and Theo angst, very painful, firmly in the hurt/no comfort category for reasons I’ll get into here. It’s under readmore for generally unpleasant family stuff, so mind that.

Writing about the relationships that Cass has with his family is hard. This particular idea came to me a few months ago, but I didn’t wanna touch Theokleia with a ten foot pole at the time, let alone write a fic. I contemplated whether to write from his POV or hers, but I figured it’s better for us all if it’s from his POV (and for the interesting way he perceives the power he has in this particular scene.)

And he does have it. He is, after all, his mother’s son. And his father’s, which is another point. But what gets me every time is the ending and how, even if he wins a battle, he’ll never win the war. He may have hurt Theokleia and aimed right where she’s vulnerable, but she has a support system that she doesn’t have. She has a set place in the world, for better or for worse, and Cass is the outsider from that order of things. She has allies, he does not.

But more intimately, she has Aiantes, her husband. I’ve long since maintained that Aiantes and Theokleia are excellent spouses, but horrible parents. Their marriage was arranged, true, but the choice to marry Aiantes was hers. They matched and fell in love. They work as a team and present a unified front against an enemy. In this case, the enemy is their own son, but it didn’t stop them from providing both their signatures on his disownment letter.

And they’re both dangerous, too - Theokleia’s the obvious danger, the blunt force, the raw power, while Aiantes is more of a sheathed dagger. He’s a diplomat by trade and carries a whole ‘superiority disguised as mercy’ vibe. He’s also very much present in the shittiness of Cass’ childhood, just in a more insidious way. Here’s a small exchange from the Tales of the Red Wayfarer that made me hate Aiantes’ guts forevermore:

“Cassander-” I flinch at the icy tone in Mother’s voice when she says my name, “is not for your Order, Wayfarer. We have never had a Wayfarer in our line, we have never had a magiani in our line.”

“Is he for you to hide him away, then?” Such audacity. How does he [Cenric] speak to Mother like that? “Is he for you to lock away and never see again? Is that a life, Lady Inteus?” “It’s good enough,” Father cuts in, so evenly, so neatly, so properly. My eyes prickle with tears. It’s good enough, but it hurts. “He is cared for, Wayfarer.” It hurts. I should be grateful. I have everything I could ever want. I’m not starving or working or dying from – sickness. I don’t have friends but I have everything else. I don’t have parents, but I have everything else. How stupid of me to overlook that. It hurts horribly.

Yikes.

So poor Cass never really stood a chance against two of them united. The battle he won does not matter in the grand scheme of things. I have yet to work and refine his relationship with his father, but this fic has given me a solid basis to work on. It’ll be a jolly ol’ time, I’m sure :’)

Not sure how many people will wanna read and it’s not really necessary to do so. I just wanted to put some of my thoughts in an organised way and if this sparks interest, all the better! I’d be open to doing some of these in the future, when I have the material to. In the meantime, if you’ve made it here, thank you for reading and I appreciate you being around, you’re the best <3

#wayfarer #storytelling ramble #fic commentary #cassander inteus #theokleia inteus #aiantes inteus #this family is making me feel things and i must talk about ut #it*#i try to be as respectful as i can but if i missed something be sure to let me know #ty for reading #i appreciate you sm <3

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husbandomail · 1 year

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my own christmas prompts; got each other the same gift

happy birthday Seifer my beloved

Seifer Almasy had never been the gift-giving type; he rarely cared for anyone other than himself, certainly not enough to spend his hard-earned money. That said, by the time it had begun snowing more than once a week, he’d realized he should probably get you something. He wasn’t entirely sure why he’d thought of it to begin with, but now that the idea was in his head, he was having trouble getting rid of it.

It was already getting dark— Seifer sighed as he shoved another shop door open, his heavy boots scattering droplets of melted snow across the hardwood. He’d been wandering for hours, driven only by the vague idea of getting you something, anything— what was even in this store, anyways—?

Wall-to-wall cases of jewelry. He could immediately feel tension at the base of his neck— this was not the place to be.

“Good evening, sir,” chirped one of the clerks; a well-dressed young woman who had clearly drawn the short straw, and had been directed to greet the towering man whose presence smothered the atmosphere. “Are you shopping for anyone specific tonight?”

“A friend.” Damn, why had he said anything? It just slipped out.

His voice seemed to surprise the girl too; she froze for a moment before her face lit up. Was it really so surprising that someone like him would have a— a friend?

“Well, what kind of accessories does your friend wear?” the clerk asked. “We have a selection of watches in this case, with both metal and leather bands; on this side we have different birthstone collections—”

Damn, another tough question. Seifer brought one of his large gloved hands up to ruffle his snow-damp hair as he tried to sort out his thoughts. Did you even wear jewelry—?

As the clerk rambled through her sales pitch, Seifer leaned over the glass countertop, his eyes scanning the display. This was all some real fancy stuff— maybe he’d like one of those watches for himself sometime, but it made his stomach churn to think of you inevitably rejecting such an expensive gift.

One of the smaller boxes under the glass caught his eye, almost hidden by the circles of light that reflected in the smooth surface. “Let me see that one.”

He’d obviously interrupted the clerk, but she just followed his gaze and pulled the little box out of its protective display.

Dog tags. That’s all they were. Silver metal on a braided chain. He couldn’t look away. The clerk was speaking again, something about patterns and engravings—

He hadn’t planned for any of this.

You’d been keeping the small box on your nightstand, trying to work up the courage. Your relationship with Seifer had always been strained, a bit odd— but you’d grown fond of him anyways, with his awkward arrogance and that stupid smarmy grin whenever he’d thought he’d won. You weren’t even sure why you’d decided to get him anything, this year of all years, but the money was spent. No backing out now.

In the middle of shrugging off your uniform coat, the soft doorbell chimed. “Comin’,” you grunted as you untangled yourself from your long sleeves. When you slammed the button on the wall, the metal doors slid open, and Seifer Almasy’s big stupid shoulders filled your doorway. You stumbled back a few steps; he didn’t say a word, his icy eyes fixed on the floor as if he was hoping it would combust.

“...you can come in,” there was no real need for formalities. Seifer never returned them anyways. Nodding, he stepped into your dorm room slowly, as if he was crossing sacred ground.

The two of you stood quietly for a moment, you watching him, him looking anywhere but directly at you. No wonder he kept failing his exams— he’s not exactly personable. “Did you need something?”

“This is yours,” he bit out as if the words were hot on his tongue. He dragged a small box from one of his many coat pockets and, before you could think about it, the box was arcing in the air towards you. He almost missed— you fumbled for a moment before clutching the box tightly to your chest.

Clumsily-wrapped, with your name scrawled in Seifer’s messy handwriting. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen him write your name before— he rarely even says it out loud. You chuckled quietly and Seifer’s face twisted into a snarl.

“If you’re gonna fuckin laugh,” he hissed, “just give the damned thing back.” He held out one of his large hands and you giggled more, pulling the box closer.

“I got you something too,” you snatched the box off your nightstand and tossed it at him; his movements were much smoother than yours had been, effortlessly plucking the giftbox out of the air. He seemed more surprised by the fact that you’d thought of him too. “We’ll open ‘em together.”

Seifer couldn’t quite bring himself to watch you unwrap your gift; if you hated it, he didn’t want to see the initial flash of disappointment in your eyes. So he busied himself with unwrapping your gift to him, almost having trouble tearing through the paper because the box was so small in his hands.

You were snickering at something— damn, he’d known it was a mistake to get you a gift. Still, he kept his eyes fixed to his own box, trying to pretend his hands weren’t shaking.

Inside your gift to him was an awfully familiar set of dog tags.

#Final Fantasy #ff8 #seifer almasy #scenarios #imagines #christmas list

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orbswizard · 3 years

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i found it

#bufb #Not putting this in the main tag . shity old doodle form last year does not go in any special tags #this waz my icy design #dave rambles #might redraw this idk ..

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fenharel-apologist94 · 1 year

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Thanks for stopping by!

I felt it might be good to have an about me so here you go!

My AO3 | Ko-Fi

You can call me Icy :) she/they, late 20s

I have Dragon Age Brainrot, made worse by an Egg

I write DA fanfiction! I’m currently working on two m!Lavellan x Solas fics: “Not Another Dragon Age Fanfic”, and "Tea Leaves and Sweet Dreams”

My main blog is midnight-coffee94, so you might see me there!

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gimmethemprimals · 3 years

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Please god why is there another drama rising-esque blog around now

#we didn't need more #like okay whoever made it: I'm not attacking you or anything #I just really fucking hate drama rising #and I just do NOT feel like we needed more than one in this world #does this count as a vague post #do I even tag this as flight rising #icy rambles

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ceciliablossoms · 3 years

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Rainbow Anon~

Hewwo, I don't usually ask these types of requests but, I'm kinda bummed out rn n could use some hurt/comfort content if that's oki ;-;

I was hoping to request, Kaeya, Xiao, and Venti (separately ofc) with a s/o that came home earlier from a dinner party bc some drunk family member groped them? It doesn't need to be too detailed obviously but, I'd appreciate some comfort hhhh ;v;'

Oh geez

I'm sorry that happened, that's disgusting. Are you okay? I'm here for you if you need to talk about it

TW; Harassment

Kaeya

Can tell as soon as you come inside that something is wrong

Will try to lighten the mood by flirting since he knows if usually makes you smile

but when it doesn't work his smile falls

He gets serious

He makes sure you're okay first and foremost

and when you tell him what happened the room gets icy

Regardless though he puts on a smile for you even though it's fake

you can tell he's pissed

drunk or not that's fucked up

but he helps you get comfortable

and seeing as you left before you could eat

he knows you're probably hungry

tells you he's going to swing by Good Hunter for dinner

He asks you what you want then he steps out

He has to have a small friendly chat with someone

and he'll ask Sara to throw some dessert in with your dinner

Xiao

He knows something is wrong long before you even come home

in fact as soon as you left he had a bad feeling

at first he thought that it was danger on the way so he cleared the path for you while were getting ready

but when you come back early and are visibly shaken

he's already on guard

when you tell him what happened, he's fuming but doesn't outwardly show it

he's not quite sure how to help you

but he holds you until you calm down

won't confront him directly like Kaeya

but will opt for scaring him shitless if permitted

will stay with you until he's certain you're okay

you're his top priority after all

next time will probably follow you from the shadows

and will not hesitate to intervene

Venti

greets you with a happy smile as he always does

pats the spot next to him

he knew you had stuff to do with your family

didn't know you would back this early so he assumes he lost track of time

when he notices your demeanour though he frowns slightly

pokes at your face trying to get you to smile and asks what's wrong

when you tell him, his lyre is forgotten and he looks you over to make sure he didn't hurt you while he was at it

won't confront him

but will do everything in his power to comfort you, distract you, whatever you need

he's very understanding and sweet about it

will go with you next time solely to keep him away from you

maybe even chat up your family and out his ass so everyone's mad at him

does that thing where he glares but when you look over at him he's back to being :3

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#mine #rainbow anon #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #kaeya #venti x reader #genshin venti #genshin impact venti #venti #xiao x reader #genshin xiao #xiao #headcanons

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