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dear-indies · 3 months

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Hi dearies! I was wondering if you could help me find an fc (obviously!) The muse in mind had a bit of a wild side in their youth but is trying to turn it around now and be a proper adult. I know that's a little particular, but thankfully nothing else is decided! Any ethnicity, gender or age as long as they can sell the "used to be bad but now good" look. Please and thank you! Hopefully that made sense 🤞

Danny Trejo (1944) Mexican [Indigenous, as well as European, small amount of African].

Lindsay Duncan (1950)

Clarke Peters (1952) African-American.

Benjamin Bratt (1963) Peruvian of Quechua descent, White.

Timothy Olyphant (1968)

Peter Dinklage (1969) - has achondroplasia.

Melissa McCarthy (1970)

Don Lee (1971) Korean.

Carla Gugino (1971)

Michael Irby (1972) African-American / Mexican.

Clemens Schick (1972) - has said that he's not interested in either "gay" or "heterosexual" labels and falls in love with both men and women, but only dates men.

Sara Ramírez (1975) Mexican and some Irish - non-binary, queer and bisexual (they/them) - is pro Palestine!

Pedro Pascal (1975) White Chilean - called for ceasefire and medical aid in Palestine!

Tawny Cypress (1976) African-American, Accawmacke / White - is queer.

Raúl Castillo (1977) Mexican.

Rutina Wesley (1978) African-American - has dated men and women but hasn't labelled her sexuality.

Natasha Lyonne (1979) Ashkenazi Jewish.

Stephanie Beatriz (1981) Colombian [White, one quarter Sephardi Jewish, possibly other] / Bolivian [Unspecified Indigenous, White, possibly other] - is bisexual.

JD Pardo (1980) Argentinean / Salvadorian.

T'Nia Miller (1980) Afro Jamaican - is a lesbian.

Ricky Whittle (1981) Afro Jamaican / White.

Beth Ditto (1981) - is queer - is pro Palestine!

Gabriel Luna (1982) Mexican and Lipan Apache.

Riz Ahmed (1982) Pakistani - is pro Palestine!

Mahesh Jadu (1982) Bihari, Gorakhpuri and Kashmiri Indo-Mauritian.

Billie Piper (1982)

Dichen Lachman (1982) Tibetan / German.

Ed Skrein (1983) Ashkenazi Jewish / possibly English.

Greta Lee (1983) Korean.

Levy Tran (1983) Vietnamese.

Carlos Miranda (1984) Nicaraguan.

Asia Kate Dillon (1984) Ashkenazi Jewish / Unspecified - non-binary and pansexual (they/them) - is pro Palestine!

Max Riemelt (1984)

Jaimie Alexander (1984)

Richard Cabral (1984) Mexican.

Rahul Kohli (1985) Punjabi Indian - uses he/they.

Clayton Cardenas (1985) Mexican, Filipino.

Miguel Gomez (1985) Colombian.

Jai Courtney (1986)

Josh Segarra (1986) Puerto Rican.

Monica Raymund (1986) Dominican Republic / English, Ashkenazi Jewish - is bisexual.

Roberta Colindrez (1986) Mexican - is queer.

Michaela Coel (1987) Ghanaian - is aromantic.

Sarah Snook (1987)

Mae Martin (1987) - is non-binary (they/them).

Lewis Tan (1987) Singaporean Chinese / White.

David Castañeda (1989) Mexican.

Danielle Brooks (1989) - has openly dated men and women but hasn't labelled her sexuality.

Hannah John-Kamen (1989) Nigerian / Norwegian.

Jack O'Connell (1990)

Michaela Jaé Rodriguez (1991) African-American, 1/4 Emma Mackey- is trans.

Ramy Youssef (1991) Egyptian - is pro Palestine!

Jeanine Mason (1991) Cuban.

Julio Macias (1990) Mexican.

Eric Graise (1990) African-American - is a double leg amputee and uses prosthetic legs and a wheelchair.

Kiowa Gordon (1990) Hualapai (maternal grandmother), White.

Barry Keoghan (1992)

Bae Suzy (1994) Korean.

Jessie Mei Li (1995) Hongkonger / English - is a gender non-conforming woman who uses she/they.

Bilal Baig (1995) Pakistani - is genderfluid and non-binary (they/them).

Kehlani (1995) African-American, French, Blackfoot, Cherokee, Mexican, Filipino, White, Choctaw - non-binary womxn, lesbian and polyamorous - she/they - is pro Palestine!

Ruth Codd (1996) - is a right leg below the knee amputee and uses a prosthetic leg.

Florence Pugh (1996) - is pro Palestine!

Emma Mackey (1996)

Emilio Sakraya (1996) Moroccan and Serbian.

Please let me know if you'd like something more specific!

#fc help #rph #rpc #long ask cw

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gapsapkhabre · 4 years

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Top 10 Bollywood Song Featuring Sharmila Tagore

The diva of Bollywood during the 1960s and 1970s is broadly viewed as one of the top entertainers record-breaking. From town beauty parts to super present-day social young lady, throughout the long term, Tagore set up herself as a sex image, the label which she generally adored. Sharmila played the female lead of Bollywood's unsurpassed favorite star like Rajesh Khanna, Dharmendra, and Shashi Kapoor, and stayed popular and effective with every one of them.

Sharmila has been a piece of numerous popular songs of brilliant previous days and it's unrealistic to list every one of them. However, it's my unassuming endeavor to honor one of the wonderful stars of the silver screen. Here I list my popular Shamila songs having a place in the 1960s and 1970s.

1. Mere Sapnon Ki Rani From Aradhana- I might want to begin with this film and song which changed the thickness of Bollywood and craftsman related to it. Music was formed by S. D. Burman, composed by Anand Bhashi, and sung by Kishore Kumar. The song included Rajesh Khanna, Sujit Kumar, and Sharmila Tagore. Even though Sharmila's character didn't express even a solitary line in the song, this list is fragmented without "Simple Sapnon Ki Rani".

2. Gunguna Rahi Hai Bawre from Aradhana-All the song of the film was incredibly popular and it's one of the two-part harmony songs by Rafi in this film. He sang this two-part harmony aside Asha Bhosle, and the main reasonable look running in this sentimental song.

3. Kora Kaagaz The from Aradhana-This two-part harmony was mentioned for Kishore Kumar and he sang it easily aside Lata Mangeshkar. However, the songs which changed the fate where the performances "Roop Tera Mastana" and "Mere Sapnon Ki Rani", initially implied for Mohammad Rafi "Kora Kaagaz" highlighting Rajesh Khanna and Sharmila Tagore also was very popular and played a critical part in setting up them as one of the main screen pair of Bollywood.

4. Roop Tera Mastana from Aradhana-Yet another show-stopper song from the film which, restored the profession of Kishore Kumar and made him the most praised artist of Bollywood. Like "Mere Sapnon Ki Rani" it's a performance track yet the list of Sharmila songs is inadequate without the sexy performance. instruments for its music were played by a portion of the extraordinary legend of Bollywood film Manohari Singh played the saxophone, Homi Mullan played the duggi and The unbelievable Kersi ruler played the accordion. the song grouping of more than 3½ minute including Khanna and Tagore was imagined in a solitary shot, which is extremely uncommon in Bollywood

5. Chanda Hai Tu from Aradhana-This specific performance track sung by Lata Mangeshkar is anything but a sentimental one, yet so uncommon to me. so I might want to add this paramount track to Sharmila Tagore's song music created by S.D. Burman and verses composed by Anand Bakshi are surely decent. the film likewise incorporate one popular title track sung by the arranger himself which gave him National honor for best playback artist Safal Hogi Teri Aradhana, highlighting Sharmila Tagore.

6. Deewana Hua Badal from Kashmir ki Kali- This film denoted the Bollywood introduction of Tagore, and from that point forward her matching with Shammi Kapoor has consistently been valued. the film's incredibly popular music was created by OP Nayyar, and the verses were written by SH Bihari. the film incorporates numerous chartbuster and evergreen tracks sung by Rafi and Asha especially this one the song was lovelily imagined in the lake and vessel of Kashmir

7. Isaaro Isaaro from Kashmir ki Kali-I might want to incorporate this popular two-part harmony additionally in this list. Kashmir ki Kali is constantly viewed as one of the best works of OP Nayyar and it will consistently remain so. the film is likewise known for a portion of the incredibly popular performance track of Rafi-"Kisi Na Kisi Se, Yah Chand Sa Roshan Chera, and Subhanallah Haseen Chehra". the film additionally incorporate one more popular two-part harmony of Rafi and Asha "Meri Jaan Balle"

8. Kuch Dil Ne Kaha from Anupama-Lata Ji has told in numerous meetings, this astonishing piece by Hemant Kumar is one of her best 10 top choices. the song was envisioned on Sharmila Tagore and Dharmendra in high contrast design. this song incorporates characteristic voice like flying creature peeping and is so near nature and its shooting impact unquestionably discovers a place in my list. it's one of the best Hindi song formed by Hemant Kumar this song depended on raga- Bhimplasi.

9. Mere Dil Mein Aaj kya Hai from Daag-Through it's a performance track sung by Kishore Kumar, I might want to incorporate this amazingly popular sentimental track in this list including Sharmila Tagore songs. Rajesh Khanna played the lead part in this film and there is numerous magnificent track in this film created by Laxmikant Pyarelal. Daag a sonnet of affection was delivered and coordinated by Yash Chopra and was seen for its novel peak. verses were written by Sahir Ludhianvi.

10.Ham Aur Tum Aur Ham from Daag-This song sung by Kishore Kumar and Lata Mangeshkar unquestionably merit a situation in this list. as told over its super hit music was created by Laxmikant Pyarelal and verses written by Sahir Ludhianvi the popular track of the film abdominal muscle "Chahe Ma Ruthe Ya Baba", "Ni Maine Yaar Manana Ni" additionally highlighted Sharmila Tagore. in short the most popular track of the film highlights Sharmila.

You might be interested to read some of the classic hit of Sharmila Tagore Songs

#Sharmila Tagore Movies #Sharmila Tagore Father #Sharmila Tagore Songs #Sharmila Tagore wiki

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thewayhavenchronicle · 1 year

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the b-word

Rating: G Pairing: Ruth Bihari x Ava du Mortain Words: 1300 Happy Birthday to the love of my life, Ava du Mortain!

Ava has not celebrated a birthday in… it must be decades, at this point. It’s just not something she’s interested in keeping track of anymore, and it hasn’t been for some time.

The only vague awareness she needs is the knowledge that she is coming up on her first millennium and that is terrifying in a way that makes her feel like she’s standing at the edge of a skyscraper, looking down at the ground with the innate knowledge that she won’t survive the fall. Thinking about the centuries under her belt makes her feel two inches to the left of her body — the body she’s inherited for nine centuries — and, if she allows herself to linger on the feeling, she feels as if somehow everyone around her will be able to take one look at her and know that she is not human.

Farah had tried to throw her a birthday party the first year after she joined the unit. Tried being the key word, as Nate had been quick to shut it down, ever the faithful friend (as he ought to be, after three centuries together).

All of these conflicting emotions are why she often spends her birthday away from everyone, throwing herself into work or something that will occupy her mind to avoid the darkness lurking just beneath the surface.

Since they’ve been in Wayhaven permanently, and since she finally got to take her baby out of storage, she decides to spend this day working on her car. Maybe even go for a drive.

That is all to say, when Ruth finds her out in the garage with a mischievous grin on her face, Ava is immediately suspicious.

“Hi.”

Ava blinks up at her, lying on her back from where she’d been working on something under the car. Ruth’s grin doesn’t waver as she rocks back and forth on her heels, hands behind her back as she obviously has something hiding back there. Frowning, Ava sits up on her elbows, cocking an eyebrow at the Detective.

“...hello.”

Ruth laughs at the tone Ava has, looking up at the car as she smiles brightly. “Are you taking her out, today?”

“I… I might,” Ava says, still unsure about what it is, exactly, that Ruth wants. She sits up more, bracing her forearms on her knees. “It’s nice out today, at least, and we all have the day off, so it seems like a good time.”

Ruth nods. “It’s beautiful out, today. The park might be a little busy, but I know a place where the road leads up to a cliff overlooking the sea if you want.”

“That sounds… nice.”

Ruth laughs at the hesitation Ava has when she speaks, grinning down at her in such a way that Ava’s breath catches in her throat. For a moment, she swears that the sunlight streaming in from the open garage door gets a little brighter to match the joy and contentment sparkling in Ruth’s eyes.

And then Ruth shakes her head a little and offers Ava what she had behind her back.

It’s an oblong, velvet jewelry box with a little blue ribbon on it.

Ava winces before she can stop herself, and Ruth laughs again, bright and joyful enough that Ava’s lips twitch reluctantly with the urge to join in the laughter. Ava takes the box as Ruth lowers herself to sit on the ground across from her.

“I know you don’t like celebrating the b-word,” Ruth starts, shrugging lightly. “Nate warned me about that. But, I saw this online the other day and it was too fitting to pass up. You’re welcome to be mad at me about it, but…” she trails off with another shrug.

Ava snorts softly, returning her gaze to the box. Delicately, she sighs and tugs at one end of the ribbon, the satin sliding away and falling to the pavement below. Bracing herself for — whatever might be inside this thing, she carefully opens the box…

…and her shoulders slump a little as she takes in the delicate silver pendant on a chain lying in the velvet.

At first glance, the pendant seems to be in the shape of a shield. However, upon closer inspection, there is a sword in the middle, surrounded by two dragons coiled on either side, all forming the shape of a shield. In the center of the pendant lies a stone almost the exact shade of Ava’s eyes.

“Oh…”

It’s barely a breath as she exhales softly, reaching out to touch the pendant delicately with her fingers.

Ruth’s foot shakes in her periphery as she waits for Ava’s response, nerves clearly getting to her. Ava looks back up at her to find a hopeful look on her face, teeth gnawing at her lower lip. When she meets her eyes, Ruth smiles a little.

“...well?”

Ava considers her for a moment, eyes trailing over her pretty face — and the she snorts again, smiling softly down at the necklace.

“It’s lovely,” Ava says, pulling the chain from the velvet. As the chain pulls free, she realizes that it isn’t long enough to be pulled over the head.

“Do you want to wear it?”

“I do.”

The answer falls from her lips faster than she’d expected, but any embarrassment Ava might have felt fades quickly when she looks up at Ruth and catches the excitement in her eyes. Ruth shifts onto her knees, holding her hands out and wiggling her fingers as she says, “I’ll help.”

Ava isn’t entirely sure about this, but she doesn’t want to not wear it, so she willingly hands it over, careful not to brush Ruth’s skin as the pendant drops into her waiting palm. Turning around, Ava bends her neck, leaning forward a little so that Ruth can access the nape of her neck easily. Ruth brushes at some of the hair that had fallen loose from Ava’s bun as she worked on her car — ignores the way a full-body shiver washes over Ava’s skin, making her visibly shake for a moment — and then she drapes the necklace around Ava’s neck, fixing the clasp quickly and easily.

The pendant falls perfectly against her sternum, hitting near the top of her cleavage. Not in the way and able to be visible if Ava were to decide to wear a tanktop or something lower cut than the crew-cut tees she favors.

Touching it gently, she turns to look at Ruth again.

Something in her stomach flutters at how close Ruth is.

“Thank you,” she says faintly, caught on the way the sun catches on one of the hubcaps reflects the sunlight into Ruth’s eyes, lighting them up like a bottle of cognac in the sun.

Ruth smiles. “I’m glad you like it.”

I love it. I love you.

Ava coughs, looking away as her ears begin to burn and rubbing at the back of her neck. Clearing her throat, she looks back at her car and asks, “Do you want… do you want to go for a drive with me?”

A stupid question, Ava realizes, because Ruth immediately lights up, sitting upright so quickly that her curly hair bounces softly with the motion. “I’d love to!”

Ava smiles even as longing closes a cold fist around her heart, squeezing as she takes in just how beautiful Ruth is.

She still doesn’t like celebrating her birthday. She doesn’t care to actually count how old she is or force herself to choke down a piece of cake.

This isn’t so bad, though. When she pulls out onto the main road, with late spring air combing sticky fingers through their hair, feeling the quiet hum of her car beneath her hands as she drives them up the coast, her heart in the seat beside her…

Well, she thinks maybe this birthday, at least, is a good one.

#twc a #twc ava #ava du mortain #a du mortain #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #ava x ruth #a du mortain x detective #ava du mortain x detective #ruth bihari

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thewayhavenchronicle · 1 year

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Wayhaven Ships in this picrew ;w;

Detective Investigative Journalist Saoirse Cathair + Mason

Detective Private Investigator Ruth Bihari + Ava du Mortain

Detective Private Investigator Noriko "Nori" Hakimi + Nate Sewell

Detective Crime Scene Photographer Penelope "Nell" Delgado (she/they) + Farah Hauville

They will all be featured in my Wayhaven Rewrite that I'm currently working on where I attempt to fix the pacing/plotholes, get rid of the cop propaganda, and lean into the horror part of horror romance.

#saoirse cathair #ruth bihari #noriko hakimi #penelope delgado #twc nate #twc mason #twc ava #twc farah #anyway. im excited #also saoirse's last name is pronounced cuh-HEER

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thewayhavenchronicle · 1 year

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toujours

@ava-du-mortain and I were talking about scenes in Book 3 and screaming incoherently about Ava and how we wanted to tell her that we wanted her to be with us all the time and this happened. aka i blacked out after finishing the last fic and wrote 1.7k of making out in the back seat of ava's car lmao Rating: T Pairing: Ruth Bihari x Ava du Mortain Words: 1742 Also on AO3!

Ava kisses her like cool mountain springwater — gentle and smooth, the motion so easy and effortless that the whisper of their lips is only barely audible in the quiet of the rainy spring afternoon.

They’d had a day off today, the first in a while, and most everyone else had split off to do their own things. She isn’t entirely sure what anyone else had decided to do, because Ava had found her quite early in the morning to request that they spend the day together. Ruth had almost thought she was still asleep, standing in her fluffy housecoat in the kitchen, still rubbing sleep from her eyes as Ava bounced idly on the balls of her feet, a strange sort of nervous energy buzzing about her. She’d smiled a little when Ruth just frowned at her, confused and not awake enough to really comprehend what was happening — smiled and explained softly that she wanted to take her car on another drive.

Of course, the balmy, warm morning had turned grey by the time they made it to the oceanside picnic ground that Saoirse had recommended once ages ago now. They’d ended up putting the top up just in time for it to start raining, though Ava didn’t seem particularly perturbed by it.

What she had been a little perturbed by was Ruth going through a box of cassettes she’d found in the back seat, grinning and asking about Ava’s taste in music. They’d retreated to the backseat when it had started raining, scooting the front seats forward a little to give them plenty of room to sit comfortably for a long while.

Eventually, Ruth had picked one cassette out of the box that she liked, and Ava had leaned over the middle of the car to pop it into the cassette player (Ruth does her best to keep her eyes to herself). Quiet music had filled the car, and the crisp sound of the audio does something strange to Ruth as she settles further into the backseat. The car is something out of the 50s, and the music is from the 80s, and the rain is coming down so hard that it turns the world beyond into a blur of greys, and for a moment — for just a moment, Ruth feels like a woman out of time, feels like her heart is beating out of sync with the world around her.

The sensation steals her breath, and she knows that Ava catches the hitch in her breathing from the gentle brush of fingers on her shoulder. It’s a hesitant touch, uncertain as to its welcome, but then Ruth turns to look at her and she finds those icy green eyes — light green the color of a fresh spring fern, almost jade in the grey light of the rainy afternoon — already on her, warm and concerned.

“Is it strange?” Ruth hears herself ask, voice barely a whisper, afraid to break the calm that had settled over them.

Ava’s lips twitch, and she tilts her head curiously. “Is what strange?”

Ruth swallows, tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips — and she can’t help but notice when Ava’s eyes hungrily follow the movement. “Is it… do you feel like you’re in the wrong time all the time? Do you ever look at the world around you and feel wrong because of how far it is from the world you grew up in?”

Ava’s eyes widen a little, lips falling parted in genuine surprise at the question. For a moment, all she does is stare at Ruth, who stares right back — and then she smiles a little, the hand that’s been brushing against Ruth’s shoulder coming up to brush a few stray curls back behind her ear.

“No,” she says at length, shaking her head. “No, I don’t.”

“Because it was so long ago?”

Ava shrugs lightly, looking away at the radio still playing its quiet little 80s lovesongs. “Perhaps. I think there have been moments where I have been… reminded of things, but being in another part of the world, far from everything I knew, with everything so vastly different, it… I feel like the person I was and the person I am now are two separate people, in a way.”

Ruth is still watching Ava’s face, tracing the elegant curve of her nose as Ava speaks. When she trails off, Ruth nods a little, shifting to be more comfortable on the seat and not bothering to move away when her knee ends up pressed against Ava’s thigh.

Ava glances at the touch, but makes no move to put space between them.

“I suppose I’m glad,” Ruth says when she remembers that it’s her turn to talk. “I would rather you be comfortable than not.”

“Are you uncomfortable, Ruth?”

“No.” The protest falls from her lips a little too quickly, making Ava smile a little, especially when Ruth gasps and shakes her head, panicking at the thought of Ava thinking she’s uncomfortable being alone with her. “I’m not — I guess I was just feeling a little… strange. Being in this car like this with the music playing makes me feel like time… doesn’t exist, almost. Or that we’ve gone back in time.”

Ava hums softly, hand repeating the motion of tucking her hair behind her ear even though she’s sure there’s nothing to brush away. “Are you alright? That sounds a little… unsettling.”

Ruth laughs, snuggling closer to Ava in the backseat, the bubble of privacy and solitude provided by the rain making her brave. Grinning as she leans against the backseat, head nearly resting on Ava’s arm, she nods a little. “I’m alright, Ava. How could I not be? I’m with you.”

Ava’s face flushes wonderfully in the dim light, cheeks a lovely shade of rose, smiling enough now that the dimples on her cheeks are starting to make an appearance. She laughs lightly and looks away, flustered, as she asks, “Does that mean you want me around more often to tell you what to do and where to go?”

She can hear Ava trying to deflect, offering her a way out of this rather intense line of conversation, but Ruth has no interest in taking it.

“I always want you around me, Ava,” Ruth says plainly, uninterested in dancing around this a moment longer. “Always.”

Ava’s eyes widen, that beautiful shade of green darting right back to her face in less than a second. Ruth wonders for a moment if Ava will push her away again — if this will all crumble and they’ll go back to the same dance they’ve been doing — but she needn’t have worried, apparently, because Ava does something that Ruth wasn’t actually expecting.

She kisses her.

Ava’s hand cups the back of Ruth’s neck as she leans in and sinks her lips into hers, sighing almost in relief at the warm, solid pressure of Ruth immediately kissing her back. It’s a lingering touch, both of them hesitant to break it even though the moment they do, they just come back together again. Ava’s touch is gentle and almost hesitant, though her lips chase after Ruth’s each time the kiss breaks so they can start another one. Her fingers skim over Ruth’s skin as if she thinks she might be made of glass, as if one wrong move could shatter the illusion. The sensation of it combined with the desperation slowly building in the press of her lips, the heat of her breath makes Ruth feel like she’s drowning a little. For a moment, as Ruth’s tongue slips between Ava’s lips and Ava exhales a quiet, shaky little huff of air — for a moment, Ruth feels a little like she is living someone else’s memory.

Ava’s fingers shake as she shuffles closer, both hands cupping Ruth’s jaw now, and there’s a pliancy in the way her mouth moves that makes Ruth realize distantly that Ava may not have ever done this before. It makes Ruth smile a little, imagining herself as a woman in the 80s, giving the closeted military woman her first taste of intimacy with another woman. Ruth reaches up with one hand to touch at one of the wrists holding her face, thumb stroking across the thin skin over her pulsepoint, and lets her other hand settle gently on one of Ava’s knees.

Ava gasps into her mouth, tensing up at the touch, but Ruth doesn’t make to move her hand any higher, content to stroke her thumb lazily against her knee and do nothing more. Ava seems to realize that Ruth has no intention of pushing her any further a beat later, hesitantly deepening the kiss on her own, grinning a little when Ruth sighs happily into her mouth.

Her grin is contagious. A beat later, Ruth is smiling, and a matching smile tugs at Ava’s lips until they are giggling breathlessly as they try to keep kissing despite their laughter. Ava pulls back, but doesn’t go far, resting her forehead against Ruth’s as they both laugh softly. Ruth’s eyes open to find Ava already watching her, green eyes soft and full of affection.

“Je suis à toi,” Ava breathes, and Ruth laughs lightly, reaching up to run her fingers across her jawline.

“Et je t’appartiens,” Ruth answers, just as soft as Ava.

Ava’s grin stretches until the skin around her eyes has crinkled with delight, dimples on full blast, and Ruth is momentarily awestruck by how beautiful she is. Ava seems to be similarly struck, eyes running over her features with a sort of desperate awe that one might look at a shooting star or a rainbow. Ava looks at Ruth as if Ruth will fade the second she looks away, and Ruth doesn’t think she’s ever felt quite so wanted in her whole life.

They stay wrapped up in each other for a long while — until the rain has slowed and come to a stop, and the sun has long since set.

They only stop touching when they finally part ways for the night, with Ava giving her one final kiss before leaving her to get some sleep. One kiss turns into two, then three, and then Ruth has to duck away, laughing as she half hides behind her bedroom door to finally bid Ava goodnight.

Ruth falls asleep with a smile on her face.

She’s not sure if she’ll ever stop smiling.

I am yours.

And I belong to you.

#twc #twc fanfic #twc ava #ava du mortain #a du mortain #my writing #a du mortain x detective #twc detective #ruth bihari #ava x ruth #I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE WRONG ONE OF THESEEEE

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thewayhavenchronicle · 11 months

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saw this template going around and I was gonna do it for all of my grls but I got. bored of editing it after 2 so have Saoirse and Ruth's files for now~

#twc #twc detective #ruth bihari #saoirse cathair

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thewayhavenchronicle · 1 year

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kiss kiss fall in love~

#kiana plays the sims #ava du mortain #ava x detective #ava x ruth #ruth bihari

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thewayhavenchronicle · 11 months

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was going thru my likes and realized i got tagged by @not-sewell foREVER ago to do this meiker and this uquiz for my ocs jfdkls

Ruth Bihari

Lily Of The Valley

This is the poison of giving too much. You feel yourself emptying out, dizzying, discoloring-- until you fear you will fade entirely and wither away. You have always had to give. You never had a choice before. They pluck your flowers for their beauty, they trample your leaves carelessly, they pull out your roots by the fistful and berate you for daring to grow. And now that you have a grove to spread out in, your rhizomes tangle and curl in on themselves. When cruelty is all you've ever known, thriving seems impossible. But the answer is not to make yourself small and offer every lovely thing you are to the world in the hopes it will have mercy on you. The answer is to let yourself dare to thrive for thriving's sake, to grow in the wild ways you wish to-- and to do that for yourself for once.

Saoirse Cathair

Belladonna

This is the poison of falling in love. You taste it and your heart beats fast. Your eyes dilate, you fall into deep delirium. You may be a bit dramatic and impulsive, and it gets you into trouble sometimes, but you just can't help yourself. It's in your blood. You love because it is the truest beauty you've found in this harsh world. Even when it's hurt you before, when it's poisoned you, you still find a way. They may call you naive for still believing in it, or vain for making yourself and your surroundings so meticulously lovely. But to love like this is brave and noble, and I hope you find the beauty you seek. Chances are, it's within and all around you already, if you know where to look.

Noriko "Nori" Hakimi

Hemlock

This is the poison of intense fear. Your body trembles, your flesh burns. Your limbs won't respond to you. You convulse. You can't seem to control the fear. It seems that it has always lived within you. You hesitate, you agonize, and that breeds regret. Sometimes it threatens to overwhelm you, and that frightens you more than anything. But panic is survival mode in overdrive, and something within you knows you must live. Creation seems to be the only balm for you. Perhaps you survive so stubbornly because you have stories that must be told, songs that must be sung. Soothe your stage fright. The path from surviving to thriving is having a good garden to grow in. And you can't do that completely alone.

Penelope "Nell" Delgado

Oleander

This is the poison of stagnation. You grow drowsy. Your heart rate slows, and when you do move you can't seem to stop shaking. It may seem to others that you're lazy, or reticent. Like you avoid hard work on purpose, like you always take the easy way out. But you know deep down that it wouldn't be like this if you weren't so tired, so deeply tired. If you weren't crushed under the weight of sorrow like a mile of water over your head. Nothing brings you peace, except rest and-- though you can hardly dare to ask-- having someone tend to you gently and sweetly. A good gardener speaks to their plants, sings to them, waters them, fertilizes their soil, prunes the dead parts, nurtures the new growth. You yearn to be cared for like that, even though you feel you don't deserve it. The secret is that you do. You always have. And someday, you'll learn that, and receive that care, and the exhaustion won't keep you from growing strong and lovely anymore. You were never the problem. These are simply poor growing conditions for you.

thank you for tagging me!! these are always so fun. also the meiker i used for Nell is here

#ruth bihari #saoirse cathair #noriko hakimi #penelope delgado

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thewayhavenchronicle · 11 months

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when you’re stripped clean, what’s at your core? quiz. saw @grapecaseschoices tag @ava-du-mortain so I decided to also do this for my detectives ;w;

Ruth Bihari

💙 Ava du Mortain 💙

acerbic wit

you're a mentor — an old scarred wolf, an injured soldier, a disgraced paladin. your teachings read as shamelessly pretentious, speaking in rhymes and biting down hard into anyone stupid enough to make the wrong move. this isn't your first life, nor your second, nor your sixth — you'll make the most of your time shackled to this world, no matter how many loops it takes to get it right. with every defeat, you reincarnate; a little smarter, a little quicker, crueler and nastier. will you choose to be brutal, equalizing, that final strike in the face of your enemies? will you go soft, become tender and domesticated? the choice is yours. it's not like i can stop you.

Saoirse Cathair

❤️ Mason ❤️

animal intuition

loyalty is the saint you pray to. if you ever were stabbed in the back by your beloved, you'd probably apologize. to your enemies, you're fierce. to your allies, even fiercer. you cultivate a thick inner circle built on promises and devotion, fit only for the best of the best. it's impossible for most to even begin to dissect the type of person you are, owing to your unbreakable emotional walls and confusing philosophies. dream careers? body guard, movie star, unwitting pawn. don't let people get the best of that loyalty.

Noriko "Nori" Hakimi

💚 Nathaniel "Nate" Sewell 💚

flightless bird

the thought of your found family is what motivates you in your own little world. you touch the clouds, and the soil gives way under your footprints... this is utopia. if you were to erase one thing, it would be your memory. experience is important, but ignorance is bliss. identity, in heaven, should give way to happiness. you'd give anything just to sit by the swings and eat ice cream, but this isn't that kind of world. you have to get up and wash the dirt off of your scraped knees. i think you have an escapism problem.

Penelope "Nell" Delgado

💛 Farah Hauville 💛

spun gossamer

the easiest thing to do is stay quiet when something’s up. you’re not bothered, and you know what? you shouldn’t be! it’s none of your business, even when it’s entirely your business. it’s difficult (read: impossible) to tell if your cheery demeanor is a cover-up for something sadder, or if it’s simply your natural state of mind. you see a lot of things: people coming through town, people leaving the house and never coming back, lies and deceit of the highest degree. what happened to you? will you ever be that kid again? your presence smells like cotton candy, and your fingertips sparkle like stars. whatever white rabbit you’re chasing isn’t going to lead you to wonderland if you don’t start reaching out when you’re not feeling okay.

#ruth bihari #saoirse cathair #penelope delgado #noriko hakimi #BOYYYY

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thewayhavenchronicle · 11 months

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Thinking about the way each of my ships has a direct parallel or some insecurity that fits with their RO perfectly and I just :(

Ruth experienced a horrible upbringing and a loss she blamed herself for when she was just a teen, something that she eventually “fixed” by working with an investigator to get her stepdad convicted for the murder of her mother. That, in her mind, is her putting it behind her and she has become closed off and jaded towards authority ever since. The parallel with Ava of trying to move on and hardening herself to love is so GOOD.

Saoirse had the more classic abandonment issues and that manifests in her throwing her life away recklessly and letting herself be used because in her mind it is better to be wanted and needed than discarded and forgotten. Having someone who should theoretically only be interested in her for sex care so much and be there in a way no one else ever has is mind blowing for her. In her mind, Mason shouldn’t give a fuck. The fact that he does is crazy to her.

Nori grew up not in Wayhaven but in a similarly isolated little town. Bizarre things happened there all the time — including when her home burned down with her entire family in it when she was a kid. At 15, her grandfather who had taken her in (and who had grown increasingly more paranoid and afraid of the other people in town) literally just abandoned her, sending her away to live with a friend of his and blatantly telling her that she wasn’t allowed back in city limits ever. He didn’t explain until a journal he left her after he died, but it was apparently “for her own protection.” Needless to say, Nate’s overprotectiveness towards her is enough of a parallel that she’s terrified history is going to repeat and she lashes out at him about it. The only saving grace is that he’s honest about it and that he doesn’t seem interested in pushing her away for her own good.

Nell grew up with parents who only wanted a kid for status. They rarely paid attention to her and when they did, they didn’t like the way she expressed herself. They refused to acknowledge her identity or her gender and eventually she had enough and left. They are used to feeling like the odd one out and the friend everyone tolerates but isn’t really interested in inviting for the sake of having Nell somewhere. Farah’s insecurity about never being good enough resonates very very deeply in Nell.

I love them all so mUCH

#twc detective #twc #ruth bihari #saoirse cathair #noriko hakimi #penelope delgado

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