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ppnuggie · 9 months

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　　　　　　MTMTE x gn reader

　　　　『　rodimus ,, minimus ,, swerve ,, rewind ,, chromedome ,, trailcutter ,, brainstorm ,, first aid ,, whirl ,, tailgate ,, skids ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> coparenting on widgetable

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— since ive started coparenting on widgetable i decided to do hcs of mtmte characters n coparenting on there :3

- rodimus

| • roddy saw it on tiktok when he was supposed to be working ,, and instead of finishing it his work he spammed you about it until you replied

| • who names it -> roddy

| • he names the kid chicken nugget because it seemed funny

| • roddy would have his status set as 'saving the world'

| • he'd be a good parent the first few days ,, but after about a week or two he forgets so you have to spam him care reminders

| • he probably buys the premium

| • roddy also probably spams your notes when you have chicken nugget over ,, and begs you to return him

| • he would draw little hearts on your guys' doodle widget when hes bored

- magnus / minimus

| • you had the app and somehow convinced minimus to download it and coown a pet with you

| • you hatched a cat ,, and minimus let you name it ,, which was probably a bad decision

| • because you named him dr . bigglesworth

| • he regrets it to this day

| • mins usually has biggles most the time ,, and never forgets to feed or bathe him

| • hes respectful with his notes and gives him to you when you ask

| • though if he sees you're neglecting dr bigglesworth ,, he'll send you one care reminder

| • he has his status set to 'hardworking'

| • mins wont write little messages on your note widget unless you do it first ,, same with doodling

| • though sometimes when he gets super stressed from work he may doodle dr . bigglesworth on your doodle widget

- swerve

| • he found the app and was super excited to coparent with you

| • he wanted to name the egg ,, and so he did

| • and thats how jerry got his name ,, and jerry was a penguin

| • he would also always remember to take care of jerry ,, maybe even spoil him a little too much

| • whenever swerve was bored at his bar ,, he would talk to jerry and feed him

| • swerve would constantly send a miss you note whenever you had jerry ,, it was honestly crazy

| • he would have his status as 'hold a hand' always

| • swerve probably would argue with you over notes on how you're neglecting jerry ,, when you literally just got him back smh

| • though all in all ,, swerve takes his coparenting to the extreme ,, he takes it serious and as a way to prepare for any future outcomes

- rewind

| • he found the app and asked if you wanted to coparent ,, which you didnt mind ,, rewind was already coparenting another pet with chromedome

| • for some reason ,, rewind always has his status set to 'toilet' and when you asked him why ,, all he said was that it was funny to look at

| • anyways ,, you hatch a frog !! and rewind named it dinkle without talking to you first about it

| • so now you have dinkle ,, who rewind sometimes forgets about ,, which makes you spam him care reminders until he takes care of him

| • he always argues with you over your notes ,, telling you that youre caring for him wrong

| • and when rewind's bored ,, he draws pps on the doodle widget and sends you questionable notes on the note widget

| • all in all ,, hes a 4/10 parent to coparent with

- chromedome

| • he found out you were coparenting with rewind and asked if you wanted to do so with him !

| • he let you name the egg ,, which you named 'moonie' ,, chromedome found it a little strange but cute

| • you hatched a puppy ,, and chromedome fell in love with moonie immediately

| • honestly hes a better parent than rewind is ,, always sharing moonie with you ,, giving you moonie when you ask

| • he spoils moonie with space rocket baths all the time

| • chromedome does love to draw you both on the doodle widget as best as he can ,, which is stick figures of you two

| • he sends you good morning and good night notes on the note widget

| • and his status is usually set to 'send a heart'

| • 11/10 parent to coparent with

- trailcutter

| • he only did it because you wanted to ,, even though deep down he wanted to be the one to ask

| • he hatches the egg and lets you name it 'big mac'

| • teebs questions why but never gets an answer ,, and so big mac hatched to be a panda

| • he also falls in love with the pet ,, always taking care of big mac

| • though he usually sends you big mac when he knows hes about to start drinking so he doesnt end up neglecting him

| • when hes drunk off of engex ,, he usually draws you crying faces and broken hearts on your doodle widget

| • and thats pretty much your sign to send big mac back to him

| • teebs grows pretty attached to big mac ,, and always feels sad when he sends him to you :( always asking that you feed and bathe him

| • teebs usually has his status set to 'kiss' but when he gets drunk he changes it to 'lonely' or 'miss you'

| • hes a 8/10 parent

- brainstorm

| • youre the one to introduce it to him and hes over the moon about it ,, he loves the concept and is super excited about coparenting with you

| • you let him name the hatched egg ,, which happens to be a duck

| • brainstorm calls him 'featherington' for sheer silliness ,, but really he just loves featherington

| • he spends money for the premium version so he can spoil his little duckie

| • he always fights you on the notes too ,, telling you to take extra care of featherington whilst hes working and if you dont hes gonna unleash the tickle monster

| • and you dont really have the time for the tickle monster ,, so you do your best to care for featherington

| • brainstorm usually has his status set as 'need you' ,, the little animated kitty cat that only premium lets you have

| • he sends you good night notes on the note widget ,, and sometimes reminders of things you need to do that day

| • when hes done with work and bored ,, he draws featherington on the doodle widget

- first aid

| • he probably found it whilst he was taking a break from working ,, and saw it as an ad and wanted to do it with you

| • he insists on naming the pet springy ,, totally not in relevance to springer ,, he doesnt know what youre talking about

| • you hatched a cat though ! first aid tries his hardest to take care of springy but he usually ends up neglecting him or using all his items and waits for the cool downs

| • he has his status set as 'kiss you' or 'working'

| • he'll doodle little stars in his free time though ,, which is rarely

| • first aid is another who puts little reminders on your notes widget in case you have something to do that day

| • he also spams you care reminders and gets worried when you dont take care of springy and demands him back

- whirl

| • youre the one to introduce him to the app and he at first doesnt agree to coparent but then he starts to overthink it and agrees in the end

| • he names the pet 'spike' for shits and giggles but yall hatch a duck and he becomes so attached to spike

| • he definitely buys premium to care for spike whether or not you know about it

| • any time you receive spike ,, he immediately spams 'missing spike' notes and spams the 'care reminder' notes

| • he has his status set as 'hit' or 'push'

| • he draws spikes on the doodle notes and sends you the most out of context notes ever on the widgets

| • you swear ,, one these days and magnus will sneak a peak accidentally and confiscate your phone

- tailgate

| • hes so excited to coparent with you he cant even wait the 24 hours ! he names the pet fluffy because he likes it .

| • you hatch a shark though ,, but tailgate insists on keeping the name fluffy

| • tailgate loves fluffy so much ,, he always reminds you to take care of him ,, though sometimes he does happen to neglect fluffy on accident

| • when he does ,, he starts getting emotional and sends fluffy to you instantly ,, saying hes a bad parent and doesn't deserve him

| • he always loves when he gets fluffy back though ,, hes so joyous and is always thanking you

| • when bored ,, tailgate doodles blue hearts and sends you little love notes on the widgets

| • he has his status set to 'kiss' or 'loving'

- skids

| • you introduce the app to him and he doesnt see why not ,, so he agrees to coparent with you

| • you let him name the pet ,, and he chooses 'bubby' for em

| • yall hatch a fox ,, and skids gets to care for him first

| • you had to show him how to ,, and he learns fast how to use the app after that

| • skids makes sure to take care of bubby when needed and doesnt blow through all his items immediately

| • on the doodle widget ,, he sends you hearts and flowers ,, sometimes drawing himself blowing you a kiss

| • and on the note widget ,, he gives you good morning and good night messages ,, randomly telling you something he heard at swerves ,, sending ilys to you

| • his status is set as 'touch' or 'hug' depending on the day

| • he usually always wants bubby but he forfeits the fox when you ask to care for him

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vargaslovinghours · 2 years

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How about making it a good round even five (1 | 2 | 3 | 4)

Hit ya with a smack! Mwah ♥

A tiny pouty Scriabin spacefiller 💕 from my paper testing a while back, unlined is so easy to clean, I'm looking forward to using it more. More moody Scriabins!

It's oddly fun to doodle Edgar in sporty clothes, even on bad drawing days |P Cruisin' 'round in some drawstring shorts haha

Based on Childish War, I love the perversions of this meme haha

Was watching a lot of Lixian, he has such a cute style ♪ Just a tiny unassuming Edgar, he does not know the horrors that await him

The original-original of the couch doodle I mentioned, Scriabin's pose is actually closer than I remembered haha. This was meant to be a mini of them watching TV together but I'm fine with it being them sleeping on each other instead for now

Snakes beyond this point, be warned weary traveler

Sleepy SC!Edgar running his fingertips along SC!Scriabin's scales as they settle down. I've gotten quite dizzy looking up close at scales, in a nice way haha

It doesn't feel weird exactly

Stop tickling the large snake man, Edgar

The consequences will be on your head if you keep it up

His tail was so ridiculously long in early doodles before I pinned down about how long it should be lol. He still looks stupidly pretty, ugh ♥

First speculations, he might be a little longer at tail-tip but it doesn't offer any support until a solid foot or so in anyways. And hugging a pillow is required, what do you take me for

Those ludicrously long ears! As much as I'm glad to have them toned down, I do like how expressive they are haha

He looks so fluffy hehe ♥ Once again drawn upside-down, I rather like how he can lean over himself, like a nest!

What other reason could he possibly need

Snake snuggles

So many snake snuggles

Right after his magic failed to work :( He'll be sent away! He can't hide it and he can't run from it, poor dear

Oh gods Edgar turn around, oh gods no he can't hear us he's got his airpods in

The first draft of this WIP; I haven’t talked much about Scriabin’s cave yet (I want to!) but I do have the very basics hammered out - he lives in a deciduous forest with the cave set into a stout mountainside. It appears more carved and cleared out than naturally occurring - possibly an abandoned mine - made for shorter humanoids. Not a problem for someone who only needs a foot or so of clearance! It's a bit of a tight squeeze for Edgar's explorations, though Scriabin doesn't really like him snooping around anyway hehe

He can be quite tall when he chooses, and it's generally a bad sign

A Scriabin with sharp teeth and poison is a bad one to piss off, but Edgar is famously good at it. I really wish these turned out better, it’s a Monster AU, there should be something scary! I’ll get to it yet, just you wait

Edgar “Comfort Character” Vargas is what they call him. Kind words can hurt too, depending on the context

I have Edgar has a bad track record of conflating the two

>:T

These massages can be really brutal, dang

Sure, Jan

A lineup of chibi Scriabin hairstyles! They’re all quite cute, I should play with his bangs more

The forked tongue and sharp teeth combo makes for some interesting tricks, inspired by another Naga I’m a big fan of hehe ♪

Always chewing on him

My favourite thumbnail for the shower mini, Edgar's face matched with the rough AAAAAs delights me haha

A Ghost of Christmas-Yet-to-Come Scriabin, since I wanted to do something Christmas-y lol. He's not exactly menacing here pfft

No glasses for Scriabin, gotta be able to see the blush with no interferences

Ladyverse flirting ♥

I’m sure they’re fine

“I’ll do anything to keep you talking about me 💕”

A silly one, I wanted to draw them as little blobs and the only thing that came to mind was Animal Crossing villager noises lol

The original draft for Nny’s threat - I ended up liking Edgar’s arms here better, even funny as all the shapes are with a trackpad haha

A few different glasses styles while mine were broken since it was on my mind, and thinking about Scriabin’s reflective lenses. Technically his closed eyes are a fourth wall break! Winking for him looks very funny hehe

Actually in agreement for once! Something real bad must’ve gone down

Discussing sexualities. If Scriabin’s not straight, where could he have gotten that from, hmm??? A mystery

@yet-another-aoex-account mentioned that Scriabin was a better fit for the wolf in the Red Riding Hood set, but if I may posit my original concept for why I thought Nny would suit it more:

HEY JUDE

I think it comes down to a matter of taste lol, do you like a flirty wolf or a murdery wolf? Half a dozen in one 👋 I also like how long Nny’s tail is in comparison lol

Do you mind, we’re kinda having a moment

Early tooth gap speculation - would it be noticeable while his jaw is together? Would it snap back into place and hit each other?? Egh!

Wiggly teeth take on a very different meaning for Naga

Felt like doodling some Convalescence Edgar, reading through his file while Scriabin hums in the background

You’ve still got the main eyes, er...eye between you two, Edgar

Your scales are dull, sir

Shedding is itchy, makes him irritable

A new shed feels nice and smooth tho ✨

Always with Edgar looking wistfully into the far stage left

A belated Valentine's doodle hehe ♪ Just one smooch!

Jake is too fluffy to not draw every once in a while, I have to keep my quota up

Anatomy practice! Yeahhhhh anatomy, s’why I didn’t pull any references,,

September through February, round two! Possibly the longest to date, I suppose following through on an AU’ll do that lol

#💟#Doodles #Art #Edgar #Scriabin #Todd #Shmee #Nny #Jake #Blood #Sketchdump #Oh boy get ready for the Snake Charmer spam #It was made in October so of course there are a bunch of test doodles - this isn't even all of them and there are Many #Some are spoilers so I had to leave them out lol #This was a nightmare to compile lol it stopped loading new images and text fdsafdf #But it's done now! And it's very long #Will this be the last sketchdump post for a while?? I've been drawing them considerably less but that's what I've said literally every time #Lol #It remains to be seen #Usual Vargas warnings ahoy - blood - meanness - Edgar/Scriabin lol #I had one mini that I could've shown like the previous Christmas and Ladyverse ones but I made it horizontally instead of vertically #And I do not trust tungl's image display to not mangle that lol #The Nny edit was really fun ♪#Honestly just drawing that one was fun it was a highly stylized kind of day and the edit was just a bonus haha #This one might also be the largest proportion of ideas I'm satisfied leaving as-is #Freeing up brainspace or actually happy with the end product? I'll never tell #Pfft

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dandeaix-oomph · 4 years

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incomplete THEY FUCK IN THE COFFIN chapter 4: cooking/drunk

Day Thirty-Two.

Ogata wakes to Sugimoto kissing him on his shoulder.

“Get up,” Sugimoto whispers, his eyes glitter-pen gold in the dim light. “It’s snowing. First snow. Come watch it with me.”

Ogata doesn’t care. He pulls the blanket tighter around him. “I want to sleep.”

“You can go back to sleep later.”

“No.”

For a moment, Ogata thinks that he has successfully dismissed Sugimoto as the bed dips and lifts as Sugimoto slips away. Then Sugimoto’s shadow falls over him and Ogata is scooped out of bed, blanket and all.

Sugimoto’s grin is too fucking bright for the asscrack of dawn. “You can sleep if you want,” he taunts, carrying Ogata out into the living room.

The couch is pushed up against the window; it seems Sugimoto has been prepared. He dumps Ogata onto the couch before sliding over the armrest, sliding the windows open as he hangs his arms out.

Cold, Ogata thinks, bundling himself up with the blanket. He hasn’t bothered putting on clothes after last night, what with Sugimoto acting as a human furnace beside him. “Winter sunrises are dreary,” he comments, leaning against Sugimoto.

Sugimoto raises an arm and hooks it around Ogata’s shoulders. “But I like to watch the snowfall.”

“Hmm.” Nuzzles Sugimoto’s chest. It’s like a memory pillow. “No snow in space?”

“None at all. Only rain and hail and occasionally, flaming debris.”

Ogata snorts. “Flaming debris? Very creative.”

“I don’t know what’s up with that too.” He buries his nose in Ogata’s hair. Kisses his hairline. “Don’t worry, no one has ever been struck by it yet. It’s like those debris have eyes: they don’t strike people.”

“So they are… semi-sentient?”

“Who knows.” Sugimoto stares out of the window again. “As much as sacred sites have their spirits, I suppose.”

The mortality rate always goes up during the winter season, but Ogata thinks he can afford to take a break, just for a day.

He switches off his phone and leaves the closed sign on the door, and after turning up the heater, spends the morning sitting on the kitchen counter as Sugimoto tries to prepare them a meal - an attempt quickly abandoned after Sugimoto realises that Ogata has been stealing the sliced sashimi every time he looks away.

“Out,” Sugimoto commands, trying to shove Ogata out of the kitchen. “Or there’ll be no more gourmet dishes for you.”

“Who cares,” Ogata replies, and proceeds to stick his hands down under Sugimoto’s pants.

“You know,” Sugimoto mutters, after they ended up making out on the kitchen floor and leaving Ogata frustratingly hard, “there is something I want to show you.”

“Your dick anytime soon, I hope.”

“Wait, wai -” Sugimoto seizes Ogata’s wrists. “Give me just five minutes. You see what it is, then we’ll get to fucking on a proper bed, ok? Not the, the kitchen floor, we prepare food here, it’s unsanitary.”

“It’s not like any of us don’t swallow -”

“Later!” Sugimoto shouts frantically. Funny how Sugimoto still gets embarrassed about sex even after so long. “The garage first.”

“The garage? I thought I’m not allowed in until you’re done?” That rule is created after Ogata has ribbed him too hard and Sugimoto ended up sulking for the next two days.

“I am done,” Sugimoto replies gravely. The statement lands with a thud, heavy with finality. “Mostly. I want you to take a look at it.”

Ogata is curious, but he is also achingly hard. “Must it be now?”

“It’ll only take five minutes,” Sugimoto stresses.

Which is how they end up stumbling into the garage, Ogata still trying to nip at Sugimoto's ear while Sugimoto squirms and chuckles in equal measure.

“Hey, be serious now.” Sugimoto pecks him on his right temple before nudging Ogata around to face the coffin. “What do you think of it?”

“Trashy.”

“You didn’t even look at it,” Sugimoto protests, “honestly, Ogata. This is important to me. Did I do alright?”

“You’ve definitely passed at first glance, at least,” Ogata informs dryly, finally pulling away. “Fine. Let’s have a look then.”

Sugimoto clasps his hands nervously behind his back as Ogata circles the coffin. Ogata checks the seams and the edges. No problem there, as per usual.

The designs, however.

“It… is pretty good, actually.” Albeit rather simple. Nevertheless, it is a far cry from when Sugimoto first started out: Ogata likes the patterns that Sugimoto has etched on the corners instead of merely tolerating their mediocrity. That’s a first. “Although I wasn’t expecting something this minimalistic. Your drafts have been much more detailed.”

“About that.” Sugimoto scratches his neck. “I was hoping that you can finish it for me.”

That is unexpected. Absently, Ogata traces a spiral. “I think you mentioned it before. Finishing touches, you called it.”

“I did. I wasn’t sure you remember.”

“Surprise,” Ogata answers flatly. “But the way you drafted around this space here...” He finally looks up. “This might as well be a blank canvas for me.”

“It is.” Sugimoto takes a step closer. Tentatively, he flattens his palm against the side of the coffin. “I reached the limits of my skills first, and then I ran out of ideas. I mean, you know what they say: grown-ups aren’t the most creative. Unless we fight to keep it, we will forget the fantasies of our childhood.

Ogata’s childhood has felt like a blanket made of lead, dragging him down until he manages to chip a hole in it so he can finally poke his head out and breathe. “Don’t say it like that’s a good thing.”

“But it can be,” Sugimoto insists. He ruffles Ogata’s hair, laughing when Ogata elbows him. “Just because you don’t throw them out, doesn’t mean that they’re all deadweights.”

“That’s sentimentality speaking.”

“Nothing wrong with that too. Without infusing anything with meaning, they’re all just items.” Sugimoto turns back to his coffin again. “But if you give it enough purpose… Remember how proud we used to be over some doodles when we’re kids? Sometimes, I feel like anything I create can come to life: grab a magic crayon. Draw an apple tree and a ferocious monster to guard it, and then a hot air balloon to fly you home.”

“Scribble a moon and your bedroom window around it, and then a cozy bed for you to sleep in.” Ogata taps on the edge. “And then they nail down the lid and burn you down into ashes at eight hundred degree celsius.”

“That took a morbid turn.”

“An absolute conversation killer,” Ogata agrees. “So are you done? Can we fuck now?”

“Ogata.”

“You said five min - stop grinning like that.” Ogata squishes Sugimoto’s cheeks with both hands. “I said stop it.”

Sugimoto puts an arm around Ogata’s waist. “You’re ridiculous.”

“No, I’m blue-balled.” Without hesitation, Ogata loops his arms around Sugimoto’s neck and jumps - Sugimoto’s hands dart out to grip Ogata by the thigh, but the suddenness of the movement has thrown off his balance, and Sugimoto staggers back, a leg kicking in the air, before he rights himself and tilts forward.

For a precarious moment, Ogata thinks that Sugimoto will end up dropping him; then Sugimoto has one hand flattened on his lower back and the other gripping the edge of the coffin.

Huh. A very convenient position. Ogata unhooks a leg. It thuds loudly at the base of the coffin.

“Please don’t do that again,” says Sugimoto.

Ogata quirks the end of his lips. “We’ll see.” Then, “Hey, a bed is a bed, right?”

Sugimoto looks aghast as he pats on the coffin. “This is a metaphor."

“You didn’t specify,” Ogata retorts smugly. “And isn’t it tradition to christen a new bed?”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

"Ogata," Sugimoto pleads, "I've spent too long on this coffin to get any dubious stains on it."

"I know eight different ways to bleach out stains from wood."

"That's not -"

"Either you fuck me right now," Ogata interrupts, "or no sex for a week."

Sugimoto does not look impressed. “We both know that’s not going to happen.”

Now that’s not fair. Ogata may have been the one initiating sex more often, but he’s also a stubborn bastard. “Do you wanna bet?”

“I feel like I’ll lose either way,” Sugimoto confesses. Reluctantly, he lets Ogata pull him down, his body a comfortable weight on top as he tucks his arms under Ogata’s lower back.

Sugimoto buries his face against Ogata’s sternum. The tip of his ears are red. “Why do you always do this to me?”

Ogata curls his fingers into Sugimoto’s hair. “Do what?”

“You know what.” Sugimoto stares up at him, eyes accusing before they soften into something, something that Ogata does not want to name. “You’re a handful.”

(It’s insanity-inducing, the way that Sugimoto gazes up at him. It makes his breath stutter, his heart fluttering like those stupid butterflies when they struggle to free themselves from a spider’s web. Sugimoto can probably hear the way that his lungs hollow when Sugimoto smiles, so soft, so fucking tender, and what the hell is this, Ogata doesn’t -)

Ogata jerks Sugimoto’s head back, relaxing when those eyes squeeze shut. He’s going to make Sugimoto fucking cry. “Just shut up and fuck me, Sugimoto.”

“Don’t put it that way,” Sugimoto protests, his eyebrows knitting together even as his lips curl. He kisses Ogata on the left pec, over his heart, and rests his lips there. Badump, badump; the rhythm of human love and human lives. “I am fond of you.”

“Is that a confession I hear?”

“If you wish,” Sugimoto allows. “As I’ve said, It can be anything at all - I could be anything you want me to be, you know.”

Ogata grabs the baby hair at the base of Sugimoto’s skull and tugs until Sugimoto shifts again, a knee between Ogata’s thigh and his face so close that Ogata can barely feel the brush of chapped lips against his. “Can you?”

“Not anymore,” Sugimoto admits. “But once upon a time. Nevermore,” he continues, “unless it’s Neverland. But to visit you’ll need a vessel.” He laughs when Ogata raps his knuckles against the coffin. “Stop that, that joke has gone on long enough.”

Ogata grins. “Then make m -”

Sugimoto kisses him, soft as a rosebud, and so he concentrates on that. Concentrates on the pulse under his fingers, the heat, the flicker of the lashes when Sugimoto pauses to stare at him.

Lovely, Ogata thinks before he can stop himself, and isn’t given the chance to berate his brain when Sugimoto starts tugging up Ogata’s sweater.

The hands are so hot against his sides, hot like tears, and they stream down to his hips to push down his pants to drip across his thighs and pool at his kidneys. Sugimoto’s mouth burns against his skin, and when he sucks around Ogata’s tit, Ogata feels a tremor rise from his bones, the earth rolling over in its slumber.

Kisses all the way down, cutting deep into his flesh - the thorns of rose vines, he thinks inbetween gasps, and wonders if it is worth the trouble to make Sugimoto run back upstairs for the lube.

Sugimoto seems to have reached the same conclusion. “Don’t make me,” he begs, before mouthing at Ogata’s hipbone, as though that will drive his point in deeper. “Don’t spoil the mood.”

“You are the one spoiling the mood,” Ogata argues, jutting a knee up to nudge. Sugimoto kisses Ogata’s belly again, and that tickles, the muscles in his abdomen jumping before Ogata can pretend nonchalance. “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” Sugimoto has the widest smirk on his face as he rubs his chin above Ogata’s belly-button, the faintest shadow prickling the skin. “This doesn't feel good?”

“Of course not, you fucking tease -” Ogata curls upwards in a squirm that makes him feel more like a cooked prawn instead. “You -”

“Woah.” Sugimoto narrowly catches Ogata’s leg before it can kick him and fracture a bone, or something. Ogata almost wishes it can. “This is for making me do all the chores that you have been putting off for years.”

“You decide to outsource your labour for free, don’t complain.”

#ddaixo

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fanfoolishness · 6 years

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no words for heaven or for earth (5/?)

Hawke was left in the Fade, but Varric thinks, or hopes, that she’s still alive. And he has some surprising evidence. Read here at AO3.

Part 1: Where’s Hawke? | Part 2: because you aren’t here | Part 3: the lonely ruined tower | Part 4: what’s real, anyway?

Part 5: the birds in the hedgerows, 2200 words.

“Varric? Varric?”

He jerked back to himself with a gasp, shaking. “I saw her,” he said wildly. “I saw her -- but she said -- she said --”

“It’s all right, Varric,” said Namira, edging closer to him. “Take a moment. Breathe.”

He looked around. The other mages stared at him as if he’d lost his mind, but shit, maybe he had. This was what humans and elves had to deal with all the fucking time? He took several deep breaths through his mouth, shoulders rising and falling with each breath, but he couldn’t make that fearful despair fully vanish.

“What did you see?” asked Vivienne cautiously.

Varric rubbed his face, grimacing. “I was in Kirkwall. I saw her in the Hanged Man, where we used to meet. I told her we had to get her out of there. She said --” He managed the words, but they came out small and cracked. “She said it was too late. That I was too late. Shit.”

“No,” said Namira. “That can’t be true. If she had died, how would she speak to you?”

“The Divine was not the Divine, and yet she was,” said Dorian. “Perhaps a similar spirit thought itself to be her.”

“Or perhaps a demon was attempting to affect your mind,” said Vivienne.

“I don’t know,” said Varric miserably. “But this… dream… was harder to navigate than the others were. I kept forgetting I was dreaming. Does that make sense?”

Solas exchanged meaningful glances with the other mages, then held out his hand, a blue shimmer coalescing.

“You could ask first,” said Varric as the magic settled over him. He winced as it sparked around him, through him, then dissipated.

Solas’ mouth was a thin line. “The presence of the Fade is weaker now,” he said. “Your connection to it is waning. Your ability to walk clearly in the Fade as a mage does diminishes.”

“What? No. We need more time. If she’s still out there, we have to figure out how to find her. I have to figure it out,” groaned Varric.

“Then we have even more reason to move forward as quickly as possible,” said Namira. “You were in a pub in Kirkwall? Does she know the place well?”

Varric laughed despite himself. “You still haven’t read Tale of the Champion?”

“I’ve been a little busy,” she said, only a little defensively. “I’ll get to it, I promise! But right now I’ve got other things on my mind, haven’t I?”

Varric nodded. “All right, all right. Yeah, she knows it. It might have been more home to her than her home in Kirkwall was.”

“And you know it well?”

“I live there, Doodles.”

She blushed. It would have been funnier if he hadn’t had panic clawing at his mind.

Hawke’s face had been so… defeated. Was it her? Or some kind of trick? He tried to remember, but the details were going fuzzy.

“Then that’s where it will have to be,” she said. “Your friends in Kirkwall, they’re mages? Send them another letter and let them know that I think I’ve got a plan. If Hawke’s still there, it just might work.”

“And if she’s… gone?”

Namira swallowed. “Then we fight whatever comes out of that rift, and I close it as soon as I can. But at least -- at least we’ll have done everything we can.”

Varric nodded mechanically, looking down at his hands. It had felt so real, holding her hand. His fingers curled and uncurled, remembering.

Real. It sure wasn’t what it used to be.

Varric paced in the desert twilight, his steps jerky, his fists clenched at his sides. He wished he felt anything like tired.

He’d asked Namira for something to make him sleep so that he could get back into the Fade. She and Solas had both been hesitant. Sure, there was shit that could knock him out. But it might knock him out so deeply he didn’t visit the Fade at all. He wished he knew what Keeper Marethari had used back in Kirkwall to get them into the Fade; Namira wasn’t familiar with it.

Just go to sleep. It shouldn’t be so hard.

The sand slipped under his boots, a shower of the constantly-shifting, and he slipped-stepped-slid through it, the sun’s warmth still palpable through his soles. He dared the sun to fall below the horizon faster. Maybe then he’d find a bit of sleep. Maybe then, he’d find another chance to try and get through to her.

There was a shadow stretching over the sand ahead of him, a shadow far too lean and tall for his own. And the hat --

Varric sighed. “What do you want, kid?”

“It isn’t like the stories,” said Cole quietly. “The details are so small. A few black hairs caught in the weave of her red scarf.”

“Kid…”

“Sand scrapes on your knees, rough, raw, real. From when it felt like she was yours. They still sting.”

“Kid, would you please --”

“Letters written in her hand. She wanted you to send them after the battle. Bethany should hear some good news for once.”

“Cole,” said Varric sharply. “That isn’t -- helping.”

Cole nodded, drawing himself up to his full height; he bowed his head, ghostly pale beneath the large hat. “I know,” he says, “but it helps you to say it doesn’t help.”

Varric stared up at the kid for a minute. Then he laughed, a brittle sound. “You’re something else, kid.”

“I’m a spirit,” said Cole helpfully. “Not a something.”

“Right, right,” said Varric. He watched the sun sink, achingly, beyond the horizon. “Can you tell if she’s there?” he asked quietly. “Is it really her?”

Cole fell silent, his hands hanging awkwardly at his side. “It’s… hard to see, this side of the Veil,” he said. “Her traps on the tower stairs. Her banners waving, even in the emptiness. You believe she’s there.” He knelt down in front of Varric and smiled, the effect somehow both disconcerting and kind. He reached out a pale hand. “Sleep,” he said.

“What?” asked Varric, and then his legs buckled. The sand was soft.

“Sleep,” said Cole, and Varric had only a vague memory of Cole lifting him before he passed into darkness.

Min Hawke rubbed her eyes with her hands, disbelieving. “I never thought I’d see you again,” she said happily.

Mum and Dad just laughed, sitting out on the fallen log behind their home in Lothering. The fields spread out around them, lush and full, ready for harvest. She could just make out Bethany and Carver laughing and chasing each other in the distance.

“I feel like I’ve woken from some kind of nightmare,” said Hawke. Molossus drowsed at their feet, content and snoring. His ear twitched.

“You’ve been away from home for some time,” said Dad. He reached out and stroked her cheek with the back of a gnarled hand. “We’ve missed you, Min.”

“Look at the twins,” said Mum. “They’re so happy to see you. Where would they be without their big sister?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly a disturbing flash of memory leapt into her mind. Carver, grey on the dirt parth; Bethany, coughing in a hall of stone. She shook her head. Far away, she thought she heard a tapping sound that seemed familiar, but she wasn’t certain.

“Without me there’d be no one to keep them in line, and we couldn’t have that, could we?” she asked, moving her mouth into a smile. She watched the twins sparring in the field, Bethany’s fireballs being dodged by Carver, Carver’s blade catching the fire’s glow. The flame looked strangely greenish in the reflection.

“Especially since you’ve already failed them before,” said Mum absently. The tapping sound was a little easier to hear now.

“I know, I -- what?” said Hawke.

Dad nodded, his broad, easy smile handsome as ever. “Your mother, too,” he said, chuckling. “It was terrible what he did to her, isn’t it?”

“Stop it,” said Hawke in confusion. She looked down at her hands, trembling. For a moment they were bloody, but then they were clean again. Molossus looked at her expectantly, fresh blood on his mouth. He panted silently. The tapping was closer than ever, slow, steady, wood on stone.

“You can’t go back,” said Bethany. She was pale at Hawke’s arm, dark shadows under her eyes, her Grey Warden armor dull in the greenish sunlight. When had she come in from the field? “That’s why you have to stay. To make up for everything.”

The field shifted, changed. Kirkwall smoked in the distance, fire in the far districts, the smell of smoke on the air. Mum’s hands were tight on Hawke’s shoulders, painful even, sharp-tipped fingernails digging into her skin. Carver looked up from where he had been petting the dog, his head at a funny angle to his neck.

“You can never go back to Kirkwall,” said Carver. “Fancy you as a Champion! Meant to keep your city safe. Ha!”

The tapping thundered in her ears. Tap. Tap. Tap. “It wasn’t supposed to end this way!” she cried, her voice ringing through the fields, through the city streets. Tap.

Her family was quiet and gray in the distance. Molossus cringed at her feet. Anders brought his staff down against the stone ground. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Hawke looked at him, her heart breaking again. “Why didn’t you trust me?” she asked.

He smiled ruefully. “You did not trust me, either.”

The truth of it hurt, an old agony. “But maybe there was another way! Maybe the two of us together --”

Anders let his staff fall to the ground, his mouth twisting. He knelt before her, and she remembered a blade in her hand, his back defenseless, bowed. “Am I more than the cause for mages?” he asked.

“You were mine, once,” she said quietly, stroking his hair. He closed his eyes against her touch.

He took his hand in hers, and kissed it. “Could we start again, love? Could we fight for what is right, together?” He gazed at her, his hazel eyes gentle. But behind them was only darkness --

And then, sweet and lilting in her ear, the song of birds. Hawke shook her head. The birdsong was clean, incisive, fresh. “Chaffinch,” she said. “Robin.” She pulled her hand away from Anders and listened, watching the birds overhead. They were coming nearer. “Blackcap. Chiffchaff, skylark, songthrush!” She got to her feet, leaving Anders behind her, running to follow the birds.

“No!” Anders screamed, and she chanced a glance at him as she ran; he was a terrible creature of shifting rags and a howling empty face, remorse emanating from him in a cruel wave.

The birds sang, brilliant and glorious, clustering on a beautiful hedgerow blooming red. The hedgerow funneled into a path, the walls growing taller, the plants closing in behind her. The Anders-thing screamed behind her, but his voice was dim, muffled by the glossy green plants and the chattering birds.

She ran along the hedgerow, her chest burning, her head beginning to clear. It wasn’t Anders! It wasn’t her family! This was the Fade!

She rounded the corner, and skidded to a stop. There was an archway beneath the green branches, which seemed to her to be moving slowly as if alive. The birds perched in them, their voices hushed. In the archway were Merrill and Bethany. They were insubstantial, flickering in the green light, but their smiles were solid.

“Oh Hawke!” said Merrill delightedly. “You made it! I knew you would. You’re much too clever to let the Fade fool you.”

“Min,” said Bethany, wiping her eyes. “Sister, you don’t know what it means to see you.”

“Are you… real?” Hawke asked uncertainly. “You see, nothing else seems to be…”

“You’re right to question, but you’re wrong, it really is us,” said Bethany quickly, squaring her shoulders. “We haven’t much time. It’s difficult projecting ourselves into the Fade like this. But we were trying to lead you to safety.”

“The birds,” said Hawke at once. “You used to throw millet to them, and grains leftover from harvest. It’s how I came to like them. You always put the seed outside my window.”

“I always liked the rare birds,” said Bethany. “So you insisted on liking the most common one.”

“House sparrow,” said Hawke, grinning. One landed on her shoulder, chirping. Bethany gave it a strange look, but Hawke was too grateful, too excited, to notice. She turned to Merrill. “And you were the plants, yes?”

“And the red flowers,” said Merrill proudly. “Red’s always been your favorite color, hasn’t it?”

“Right in one, Merrill.” The sparrow chirruped again.

“But you can’t stay with us long. Listen. We’ll try to keep any demons off of you as long as we can,” said Bethany. “Varric’s looking for you, sister. The Inquisitor is going to open a rift, and you’ve got to get to the Hanged Man -- quickly! They’re coming!”

The hedges shuddered, marching away from her, and the birds shrieked, flying towards the hedges. Green leaves, shredded, were flung into the air; the hedges writhed and rustled, and the remorse demon wailed. “How do I get there?” Min shouted. The sparrow fluttered around her frantically.

“It’s the Fade, Hawke!” cried Merrill cheerily, flickering out of view. Her voice came from somewhere in the hedges, growing fainter.

“It’s about will, sister!” sang Bethany from the flock of birds, and Min closed her eyes, pushed through the archway, and she willed.

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I was tagged by @beautifulramblingbrains and I'm snowed in and bored

Are you named after anyone? Yes after an ancestor who was the first wife and true love of Sameul who was a very successful lawyer and on shelter island there is a church he commisoned to be built. Theres three stained glass windows he had made special memorials for his first and second wife and his sister, the largest of the three is prominently dedicated to Hannah, his true love (he only remarried cus he wanted a son). While at a funeral for her aunt my mom was sitting in the church looking at the window and decided if she ever had a daughter shed name her Hannah and a year later I showed up. (I would've been Samuel if I was a boy)

When was the last time you cried? Uhh not sure I cry a lot are really stupid things. It was prolly a sentimental xmas commercial

Do you have kids? Nope

If you were another person, would you be a friend of yourself? Yeah I think so, I'm pretty easy going so id prolly just chill with myself and watch obscure movies

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes but I really only make dumb jokes

What’s the first thing you notice about people? I have face blindness so when I see or meet someone I look for a distinguishing characteristic I can use to identify them later. (I really like people with bright hair or crazy outfits cus they're easy for me to recognize. I do not like people in uniforms like at the store, like when everyone's got khakis and a blue polo and I have to pick one out from the crowd?)

What is your eye color? Blue-gray. Bean tells me my eyes look like storm clouds over the ocean which makes me feel like the protagonist in some dystopian YA novel.

Scary movie or happy endings? I'm easy baby, I'll go either way! What I really love is inconclusive endings tho...

Favorite smells? Vanilla And woodsmoke

What’s the furthest you’ve ever been from home? To the west, cali and to the east Germany. Idk which is further away, they're kinda eqidistance

Do you have any special talents? I can draw, like pretty well. I don't talk abt my art here so I always forget that people don't know I went to art school and have a bfa in illustration. (I did my time)

Where were you born? Maine medical center

What are your hobbies? I watch a lot of movies, some might say too many.

Do you have any pets? Sooty cat, Dempsey-doodle and Monday the Poodle

Do you have any siblings? Yup, older bro (and like 4 surrogate brothers by proxy thru him)

What do you want to be when you grow up? Happy

Who was your first best friend? That I can remember? Her name is Darcy. We are still friends on fb, tho we never talk. She just got married and her wife is beautiful and they look so happy.

How tall are you? 5'4" (tall enough that people don't call me short, but still short enough that I can't reach the top shelf half the time)

Funniest moment throughout School? Once the model didn't show up for life drawing so the teacher had us take turns posing. It was an 8 am class and I had been up all night so when it was my turn I sat in the chair and promptly fell asleep. When the teacher called that the 15 min were up I didn't respond. Realizing that i was dead asleep the teacher made everyone do a 45 min drawing cus I was staying perfectly still. I slept thru an hour of class, they woke me up when it was time for break.

How many countries have you visited? Sweden, France, Iceland, Canada, Germany

What was your favorite/worst subject in homeschool? Best was always art and language arts, worst were chem and physics

What is your Favorite drink? Animal? Perfume? A glass of ice water. Tigers and sheep. I don't know, I don't own or wear perfume...

What would you (or have you) name your children? Aloysius, Alice, Pin or Hayde

What Sports do you play/Have you played? I did a lot of sports in school, swim team, field hokey, lacrosse and hated all of them. I was more into geography and chess club. I really loved av club

Who are some of your favorite YouTubers? I have a lot... tho off the top of my head id say Ask a Mortician, Only in Japan, Albinowonderland, Brutalmoose, Rachel and Jun, Sailor J, and Jessica Kellgren-Fozard

How many Girlfriends/Boyfriends have you had? One

Favorite memory from childhood? Oh I don't know? One of my oldest memories is of watching Bandit, our three-legged cat climb a tree

How would you describe your fashion sense? At work, comfy clothes I can move around easily in and won't get caught in machines. Outside of work? Dresses and leggings (like, i don't even own a pair of jeans)

What phone do you have? (iOS v Android?) Galaxy 8 (Samsung droid)

Tell us one of your bad habits! Now that it's winter, gnawing on my dried lips. they're bloody and sore but still I must bite!!

Tagging: @frecklefaceb @peaky-yamyam @ariwolff14 @singingpeople (If you do this can you create your own post and tag me as I don’t want a million notifications. Learnt from my own mistake.)

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