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ᶜᵘʳʳᵉᶰᵗ   ᵖʳᶤᵒʳᶤᵗᶤᶻᵉᵈ   ᵐᵘˢᵉˢ   ﹕  painted alicia , clea dessendre , loid   forger   ,   gustave , midna , gillian   owens   ,   howl pendragon , flynn rider , mina   de   riva   ,   cidolfus telamon , milo   thatch   ,   theo   bennet , mason greene   &   stacey   morgan.

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[praesparo]

man, when it rains, it pours. / ok but this feels mason & peter

                    peter parker felt the slightest sting of guilt in his chest, trying to do anything but take comfort in the fact someone else was having just as bad luck as him. though, one problem shared is one problem halved, his aunt may would say to him. peter couldn't go to her again in good conscience, not when she was struggling too. if she had her way, she'd make sure both peter & mason were taken care of immediately. the irony of mason's comment felt appropriate given the weather raging outside the quiet diner they hid within. ❛ yeah, you said it, buddy.  ❜ he murmured, almost defeated in tone as he toyed with one of the remaining fries from their shared portion.

                    too many thoughts fought to occupy peter's mind, each pushing to actively torment him each second he shut his eyes. he was exhausted. between hammerhead's smuggling operations, to his college professors threatening to fail him & the final notice for his rent that slid under his door this morning. peter parker was falling apart with no way to keep himself together. yet despite it all, he could do nothing else but keep himself together. this period of his life was only tolerable because of friends like mason greene. one problem shared was one problem halved. with someone else in some of it with him, he could only try to feel positive. if only peter could reveal the rest of his life to him. that guilt has been eating away at him for years now. ❛ i'm not sure who's turn it is to say something positive.  ❜ he quips, smiling faintly as he looks up to his friend. ❛ that last argument still stuck on your mind, huh?  ❜ a beat, peter finding his fists tense at the thought of mason's current relationship. ❛ feels like everything is crashing down at once. but hey, we'll bounce back, right? we always get back up.  ❜ another beat. ❛ how about i'll cover the fries this time? that always cheers you up.  ❜

[studiodrafts]

things   were   supposed   to   be   different   once   mason   finished   school   ,   but   apparently   the   world   ate   him   up   &   spit   him   out   a   few   more   times than expected   ,   his   life   a   hell   of   a   lot   different   than   what   he   initially   hoped   for.   mason   could   get   roles   for   any   play   he   wanted   when   he   was   in   high   school   &   in   university   ,   but   the   real   world   doesn't   make   it   as   easy   ,   casting directors judging   him   from   everything   to   his   looks   ,   his   abilities   &   even   how   he   carries   himself   as   he   greets   people & walks into a room.   &   it   unfortunately   doesn't   end   for   mason   once   he   heads   back   home   ,   then   having   to   deal   with   brad   &   his   unstable temperament   that   he   is still struggling   through.   he   knows   he   should   just   leave   ,   but   he   finds   it   very   difficult   to   make   that initial   decision.   of   course   ,   that   hesitation   has   resulted   in   the   loss   of   many   friends who can't watch mason be treated this way   ,   but   at   least   peter   doesn't   seem   to   judge   him   too   harshly   for   it.   sharing   his   woes   while   peter   does   the   same   is   maybe   the   nicest   thing   they   do   for   one   another.   this   once   a   week   ritual   really   helps   to   soothe   his   soul   ,   even   if   it   doesn't   actually   resolve   any   of   their   issues.   when   they   leave   the   diner   ,   they   still   have   shit   to   deal   with   at   the   end   of   the   day   ,   but   at   least   they   can   talk   &   feel   heard   for   a   little   bit   ━━   forget   about   their   problems   &   vent   ,   laugh   &   talk   about   other   things.

this   week   in   particular   has   been   hard   ,   with   mason   facing   three   failed   auditions   &   extra   overtime   work   at   brad's   flower   shop in addition to his barista job at the bookstore.   the   latter   doesn't   pay   ,   but   he'll   never   force   him   to   pay   him for his time.   it's   not   like   he   can   afford   it   right   now.   fuck   ,   it   sucks   how   expensive   everything   seems   to   be   getting.   ❝   it's   hard   to   be   positive   honestly   ,   ❞   mason   admits   ,   the   smallest   of   smiles   shot   peter's   way.   he's   tired   ,   worn   down   &   feeling   less   &   less   like   himself   most   days.   his   usually   chipper   grin   is   replaced   with   something   not   quite   so   mason   like   ,   &   his   body   aches   from   all   the   work he's been doing   .   .   .   among   other   things   he   doesn't   dare   talk   to   peter   about.   ❝   hey   ,   you   don't   have   to   pay   for   those.   i   know   for   a   damn   fact   you   can't   afford   it.   ❞   normally   mason   wouldn't   be   able   to   either   ,   but   he   did   manage   a   small   gig   at   a   bar   playing   piano   the   other   night.   from   his   pocket   ,   he   manages   to   rustle   out   a   20   dollar   bill   ,   placing   it   onto   the   table   to   cover   for   their   tab plus tip.   ❝   shut   up   ,   don't   even   try   to   fight   me   on   this   ,   ❞   he   warns   ,   but   he   says   it   teasingly   ,   even   if   it's   hard   to   express   his   usual   silliness.   ❝   but   next   time   ,   we   each   get   our   own   basket   of   fries.   &   a   milkshake   ,   though   that   might   be   asking   too   much.   ❞

[praesparo]

there's just something i need to ask you. so can we talk? / midna & marc!

                    the midnight mission, home to the fist of khonshu & refuge for travellers in the night. more importantly, multidimensional & very much sentient being. although initially adversaries, marc found the building to be his kindred spirit. lost, understood & unrelenting. marc offered it protection for protection, an eye for an eye. now, they can see any threat that enters their territory of new york. but also, any beings not traditional to this world. & when such creatures enter, the mission does not react kindly.

                    ❛ what is it?  ❜ he growls, storming down the stairs of his home towards the source of the mission's dissatisfaction. one step, two steps, each foot bringing him closer as he adjusts the cuffs of his pure white jacket. ❛ something's here. but not human, right? not from this world?  ❜ he asks again, speaking to the space enveloping him until he pushes through the door to the foyer. before him, someone slightly familiar, yet also foreign at the same time. mister knight raised his hand, tempering the unsettling atmosphere until the room appeared calm for them both. then she spoke & mister knight stood in silence for one second before nodding to the room adjacent. ❛ you're from that alleyway the other night.  ❜ he sits, pressing fingers together as one leg crosses the other. eyes narrow, noting her appearance & strangely stern demeanour. ❛ we can talk. what can i do for you?  ❜

[studiodrafts]

it   wasn't   her   intention   to   arrive   in   such   disarray   ,   but   this   building   seems   to   have   a   mind   of   its   own.   when   the twilight princess   crossed   paths   with   the   moon   knight   only   a   few   nights   ago   ,   something   told   her   the   hero   could   help   her   with   her   predicament   &   possibly   guide   her   back   to   her   home   in   the   twilight   realm.   it   was   a   long   shot   ,   but   she   had   nothing   to   lose   at   this   point   ,   eventually   finding   her   way   to   this   building   which   sucked   her   in   &   threw   her   around   like   a ragdoll.   eventually   , she   found   herself   on   the   ground   before   a   well   dressed   man   ,   similar   to   that   of   the   moon   knight   from   before   ,   but   more   put   together   of   sorts.   her   human   disguise   is   gone   ,   revealing   her   true   twili   form   for   the   first   time   in   what   feels   like   forever.   there   is   a   slight   panic   she   feels   knowing   she   was   exposed   to   this   strange   man   ,   but   also   a   relief   .   .   .   she   feels   like   herself   for   the   first   time   since   coming   here.

slowly   ,   midna   stands   at   her   full   height   ,   dusting   off   the   front   of   her   black   dress   &   coat.   even   as   the   moon   knight   sits   ,   she   still   towers   over   him   ,   but   she   doesn't   want   to   intimidate   him   at   all.   for   once   ,   she   wants   to   be   cordial ,   &   see   if   there's   a   way   he   can   assist   her   back   home.   silence   continues   to   fall   between   them   as   she   ponders   her   words   very   carefully.   he   doesn't   seem   like   the   sort   of   man   who   could   be   easily   manipulated   or   swayed.   she   needs   to   choose   her   words   carefully   ,   or   he   may   do   what   he   did   to   those   criminals   to   her   next.   ❝   it's   moon   knight   ,   right   ?   ❞   midna   ponders   ,   crimson   eyes   glistening.   ❝   our   paths   crossed   a   few   nights   ago   ,   but   i   don't   think   it   was   a   mere   contained   event.   i   think   we   were   destined   to   meet ,   &   we   can   help   one   another   achieve   our   goals.   ❞   midna's   smile   turns   devious   ,   a   trait   she   cannot   help   but   let   show.   ❝   i've   been   stranded   in   this   strange   universe   for   far   too   long.   i   wish   to   go   back   to   my   own   home   ,   where   i   ,   the   princess   of   twilight   ,   reside.   ❞   her   title   means   nothing   to   him   ,   she   knows   that   ,   but   it's   the   one   thing   she   still   has   that   is   hers   &   hers   alone.   not   even   zant   can   take   that   away.

❝   i   would   love   your   help   in   finding   my   way   back   home.   if   you   could   assist   me   ,   i'd   be   happy   to   lend   you   help   in   any   way   you   desire   ,   once   i   have   access   to   my   connections   &   my   full   potential.   ❞   with   a   snap   of   her   fingers   ,   she   disappears   from   her   spot   ,   only   to   appear   right   beside   the   moon   knight.   she   leans   against   the   chair   ,   all   while   sizing   him   up   in   case   things   go   awry. midna is not stupid ━━ a powerful being like him could easily snap at her if he deemed her a danger for any reason.   ❝   what   do   you   think   ?   is   there   a   chance   we   can   perhaps   .   .   .   negotiate   a   way   to   help   one   another   ?   i doubt you'd help me simply just because , which is fine by me. i know i wouldn't , if the tables were turned. ❞

[warplanet]

"a martini," garrus repeats. he's heard the drink name in passing before (always from humans), but had never really asked anyone what was in it, or if it was any good. he wonders if the bartender could whip up a turian version of the stuff just to see what it's like — a few dextro substitutes here and there couldn't hurt. as @greenelight goes on to further explain it, he adds a final detail. olives. that's an earth thing, too... one mason claims to hate. "right. no olives. i can't stand them either." garrus winks. "couldn't stomach them if i tried. it's funny how our amino acid combinations vary so drastically. how we have to adapt as we interact with new species." garrus is extremely careful as they dance, eventually turning the moves into a steady step back and forth, a light little tip to the left, then right. he doesn't put his mind into the movements and turns his full attention to the human at his side. that's all he can do now, right? with the world ending? reapers arriving? it's the least he can do.

"be lucky you can't have turian brandy," he teases. "i've faced plenty of evenings on my ass because of it. trust me. you don't want to know what that's like." mason's comments about drunk garrus have the turian chuckling and shaking his head. "well. i did hear anderson gave shepard the code to his apartment, and there was some talk of a shore leave party. maybe you'll see me drinking then. i can't do much now, with everything going on, but..." he glances down, gazing into mason's eyes with a knowing shine in his vision. "maybe then. be patient. you might get a show."

let loose, mason says. calibrate something else. someone else. garrus laughs again, mandibles flaring, and dips his head down a ways. their height difference makes things a bit complex, but if garrus leans down, he can manage. "and what does that look like? have something in mind?" browplates lifting, garrus glances towards the entrance of the club — considering their exit once they're done here. "are you suggesting we don't go back to the normandy tonight?"

[studiodrafts]

three   years.   all   this   time   knowing   garrus   has   been   building   up   to   this   moment   ,   a   moment   he   never   imagined   would   ever   come.   honestly   ,   if   someone   told   mason   he'd   end   up   in   another   romance   in   the   future   ,   he'd   never   truly   believe   it   ,   much   less   with   someone   not   of   his   own   species   of   all   things.   but   then   garrus   came   into   his   life   ,   first   as   a   savior   ,   then   a   colleague   ,   a   friend   .   .   .   &   now as   something   else.   it's   amazing   how   many   levels   their   connection   has   grown   over   the   years   as   they   grew   as   adults   ,   but   now   there's   only   so   much   room   left   in   their   dynamic   ,   with   the   obvious   direction   heading   them   into   something   more   intimate   ,   more   permanent   even.   mason   isn't   scared   ━━   how   can   he   be   ?   the   world   is   ending   ,   the   repears   are   coming   &   there's   no   guarantee   they'll   survive   this   whole   ordeal.   there's   no   need   to   be   fearful   when   he   only   has   this   one   chance ,   &   garrus   is   the   only   being   he's   ever known   to   make   him   feel   safe   ,   make   him   feel   as   though   nothing   else   bad   is   going   on   in   the   world.   he   came   to   him   as   archangel   ,   &   he   still   somewhat   sees   him   as   such.   he's   been   there   for   him   &   he   wants   to   be   there   for   him   too   ,   but   his   needs   for   their   connection   have   changed   slightly   ,   &   there's   no   need   to   beat   around   the   bush   ━━   not   anymore.

a   soft   little   huff   of   a   laugh   escapes   mason's   lips   ,   smiling   up   at   the   turian   as   he   ponders   his   little   query.   he   knows   what   he   wants   &   who   he   wants   this   with.   they've   already   made   it   clear   their   feelings   for   one   another   ,   so   why   wait   any   longer   ?   time   is   limited   ━━   they   should   take   the   chance.   ❝   i   spoke   to   mordin   about   .   .   .   what   to   expect.   ❞   mason   keeps   his   voice   a   low   whisper   ,   his   cheeks   a   bit   flush.   ❝   i   know   it's   possible   ,   &   i   know   we   both   feel   strongly   enough   that   we   can   enjoy   &   share   that   moment together.   you   know   how   i   feel   about   you   garrus.   it's   been   three   years   of   knowing   you   &   you   make   me   feel   more   comfortable   than   most.   ❞   hands   creep   up   to   rest   on   his   chest   ,   gently   tapping   to   the   beat   of   the   music   ,   all   while   their   feet   continue   to   dance   &   glide.   ❝   i   want   to   share   more   with   you.   share   a   moment   with   you.   the   future   is   uncertain.   i   have   faith   in   shepard   ,   but   i   don't   want   to   risk   missing   out   sharing   this   connection   with   you.   ❞   he   smiles   ,   eyes   heavy   as   he   turns   toward   the   bar   entrance   &   then   back   at   the   turian.   ❞   so   yes   ,   i   am   absolutely   suggesting   we   don't   go   back   to   the   normandy   tonight.   if   you're   not   ready   ,   i   get   it   ━━   we   can   wait   for   a   day   when   you   are.   but   if   you   want   to   give   this   a   try   .   .   .   i   want   nothing   more   than   to   experience   something   more   intimate   with   you & see how we do with your reach & my flexibility.   ❞

[praesparo]

                    peter parker could do anything a spider can, though unfortunately the radioactive arachnid gave him almost everything but the ability to dress fashionably. anything he owned was either too casual or not fashionable, with little balancing both. between the end of college in sight as well as the city's constant demand for spider-man, peter found it impossible to take care of himself. to truly organise his own life, let alone better it in ways such as nicer clothes. he sighs, taking in the well expected reaction from his closest friend. ❛ come on, mason! cut me some slack!  ❜

                    his reaction was almost childish, albeit exaggerated, as he was banished back into the closet. peter sighs to himself, throwing his clothes down before finding one pair of trousers before holding up two different shirts. mason's question stalls him slightly, eyes wandering off in distracted thought. the dark shades circling them were enough to answer but mason wouldn't accept it as such. ❛ uh - not really.  ❜ he pauses, unsure how to fully explain himself without revealing his identity. anything but that, he thought to himself. ❛ i'm just swamped with work, that's all. between college deadlines & jonah's pictures, there's little room for sleep.  ❜ thankfully, his answer was given without facing him. thus, he steps out with both shirts held before him. ❛ i'm going to a party with mary jane, remember? it's a casual party drinks ... thing?  ❜ he sighs, again, before holding both shirts up. ❛ which one? can't i just pretend to be you? we look so alike!  ❜

[studiodrafts]

mason   hasn't   known   peter   for   too   long now   ,   but   he   likes   to   think   he   can   read   his   friends   from   just   the   smallest   of   changes in their appearance.   peter   has   always   been   a   hard   worker from what he's seen   ,   but   now   it   seems   to   be   dipping   into   his   sleep   schedule   too & maybe even his personal life.   it   explains   why   he   doesn't   see   much   of   him most days ,   &   it   makes   him   wonder   if   he's   missed   out   on   hanging   with   other   friends   or   MJ   herself.   mason   often   works   with   MJ   since   they're   both   on   the   stage & in the world of theatre   ,   but   they   don't   usually   talk   about   the   state   of   her   &   peter's   relationship.   that's   their   business   ,   not   his   ,   though   he   hopes   things   are   good   in   that   department.   the   last   thing   he   would   want   is   for   things   to   go   down   simply   because   peter   is   overworking   himself.   also   selfishly   ,   he   doesn't   wanna   be   caught   in   the   middle   ━━   that   would   make   for   some   really   awkward   interactions   both   in   &   outside   of   work.

mason   accepts   peter's   response   for   why   he   isn't   sleeping   ,   but   he   has   to   laugh   a   bit   when   he   asks   if   he   could   just   be   him.   ❝   um   ,   if   you're   trying   to   get   a   kiss   from   MJ   ,   maybe   you   don't   wanna   be   me   .   .   .   for   the   obvious   reason.   ❞   he   laughs   a   bit   more   ,   now   turning   back   to   his   friend   to   help   him   decide   on   a   shirt.   the   one   on   the   left   seems   a   bit   more   his   style   ,   while   still   retaining   true   to   the   dress   code   of   the   ❛   casual   party   drinks   thing. ❜   ❝   i'm   sorry   for   the   lack   of   pants   choices.   i   tend   to   lean   on   the   skinny   jean   vibe   &   i   know   not   many   are   into   that.   believe   it   or   not   ,   i   am   also   not   a   fashionista   ,   though   i   seem   so   in   comparison   to   you.   ❞   he   sighs   ,   silent   before   offering   ❝   no   offense   ❞   at   the   last   minute.   ❝   so   you   &   MJ   .   .   .   you're   coming   to   the   show   in   a   few   weeks   ,   right   ?   opening   night is   on   the last   friday of this month.   i'm   sure   she   gave   you   the   time   already   ,   but   i   can   give   it   to   you   again   if   you   need   reminding.   ❞

[studiodrafts]

that's my cutie pie 🥰

[cur4tor]

though not entirely inept at social cues, kit is so worried about being perceived and so self conscious that he suddenly wishes he had said something else, looked less stunned, not questioned the other man's intentions. 'no, no, not at all, i just - well, not a lot of people . . .' kit takes a breath, feeling his own cheeks get hot as he runs a nervous hand through his hair. he's right in that not a lot of people pay him compliments. but unbeknownst to him, it's because he doesn't give them the chance, not because he he isn't attractive. and he especially isn't used to someone as handsome as this man telling him so. 'thank you,' the words come out rushed, hands now clasping together so they wouldn't tap on the glass counter he stands behind.

'just vacation, then?' he's happy to change the subject, rounding the counter to talk more about his shop, the thing he knows best. 'a shame. not many take as much interest in these antiques as you seem to be,' at the mention of his mother collecting such dolls, kit's lips pull in a genuine smile, eyes glancing over the shelves with his own admiration. 'that's lovely. actually, my mother made some of these by hand,' he picks up one of his mother's dolls, wearing a traditional gitana dress. 'the others, though, yes, i've restored them all myself. they're from different eras and made by different artists,' kit looks over the doll again before offering theo to look at it up close. 'they deserve to be taken care of,'

[studiodrafts]

theo   notices   that   bit   of   pink   in   the   shopkeeper's   cheeks   ,   the   way   he   seems   to   stumble   through   the   compliment   ,   as   if   he's   surprised   to   even   receive   one   in   the   first   place.   if   he   were   a   braver   man   ,   maybe   he'd   try   to   flirt   with   him   a   little   more.   maybe   take   that   initiative   he   once   had   &   see   if   the   attraction   is   mutual.   of   course   ,   there's   no   way   he'd   be   able   to   do   anything   more   now   that   they've   gone   through   that   earlier   bit   of   awkwardness from theo's first initial compliment.   hell   ,   the   only   reason   why   theo   even   said   anything   to   the   shopkeeper   was   purely   on   accident   ,   his   mouth   moving   faster   than   his   brain.   he   can   be   brave   when   it   comes   to   flirting   with   others   ,   but   it's   different   when   it's   a   brand   new   person   ,   a   stranger   in   a   city   he   doesn't   plan   to   stay   long   in.   also   ,   theo   isn't   quite   as   well   practiced   in   flirting   with   men   as   he   is   with   women.   it's   easier   to   flirt   with   women   &   gather   if they're interested.   men   however   .   .   .   shit , i   hope   i   didn't   offend   him   with   my   words.

thankfully   ,   they   both   become   distracted   with   talk   of   the   shop   ,   theo   now   focused   on   the   trinkets   &   toys   that   are   on   full   display on the shelves.   his   mother   ,   queen   matilda   ,   loves   interesting   little   knickknacks   &   collecting   items   she   deemed   to   hold   a   personally   connection   to.   she   once   told   theo   about   how   much   she   loved   dolls   as   a   girl   ,   &   how   her   absolute   favorite   was   a   porcelain   one   with   blonde   hair , blue eyes   &   a   simple   gingham dress.   her   mother   laments   of   how   the   toy   was   damaged   when   a   sibling   dropped   it   down   a   flight   of   stairs   &   she   was   never   able   to   repair   it   ,   nor   was   she   able   to   replace   it.   this   shop   reminds   theo   of   all   those   little   stories   ,   of   how   he   misses   his   mother   &   how   he   probably   won't   see   her   or his siblings ever again.

there's   a   doll   on   a   shelf   that   holds an   oddly   close   resemblance to   the   doll   his   mother   had   described.   the   doll   itself   seems   to   be   from   an   older   time period based on it's clothes   ,   but   the   paint   job   &   the   eyes   seem   to   be   completely   brand   new.   something   about   it   seems   to   draw   the   prince   in a   bit   ,   &   while   he   has   never   had   an   interest   in   dolls   or   toys   himself   ,   maybe   there's   a   reason   why   he   found   himself   wandering   in   here.   ❝   you   &   your   mother   worked   on   these   ?   ❞   theo   turns   back   to   kit   ,   a   smile   on   his   face.   ❝   it's   really   amazing   what   you've   done   with   some   of   them.   &   that   doll   in   particular   .   .   .   ❞   he   trails   off   ,   staring   at   the   doll   again.   ❝   is   that   doll   for   sale   ,   by   chance   ?   ❞   he   points   to   the   doll   in   question   ,   the   blue   eyes   almost   a   mirror   of   his   own in a strange , yet charming way.   theo   smiles   at   the doll , & then at kit   again ,   feeling   a   little   red   in   the   face.   ❝   i   didn't   realize   how   much   i   missed   my   mother   until   i   came   into   this   shop.   maybe   the   doll   will   help   with   that   ache.   ❞   a   deep   breath   ,   followed   by   a   quiet   laugh.   ❝   it's   silly   ,   i know   .   .   .   just   wishful   thinking   on   my   part.   ❞

[studiodrafts]

just a witch & his lil apprentices.

[studiodrafts]

having   some   tummy   troubles   so   i'll   be   scarce   today   ,   but   in   honor   of   pride   month   &   taking   a   page   out   of   @warplanet's   book   ,   i'll   be   working   on   a   lil'   shipping   guide   now   that   i   have   pretty   much   established   my   muse   list   here   :)

[warplanet]

hypatia can discern the avoidance in the way @studiodrafts answers that question. there's a padded distance there, intentional, a way to say this part of my world and my kingdom are off-limits. hypatia respects it. the vague response alludes to a kind of test — maybe midna is checking to see if the inquisition is worth aligning with. maybe they will come under expectations, ruin their chances of earning twili's assistance... or, if hypatia does her job correctly, perhaps they will be deemed worthy of allyship. it's up to the inquisitor now (like josephine said, like leliana said...), the weight of the world on her shoulders far from enough. more weight. more pressure. at least midna's conversation is easy enough to wade through... at least this is an enjoyable chat, not a boring one.

"an arrogant heroine?" she echoes in mild disbelief, holding her tongue to smother a guffaw of shock. "maker, i pray that's not what they think of me. i'm the least arrogant person. quite the opposite. i've had to be coaxed into battle, encouraged to learn. the last thing i want to do is charge headfirst into my death." she pauses. that might not be the best way to win midna over. coughing, she tries again. "i mean... i'd much rather plan our attacks to be strategic, so no one has to die. no risky moves or random attempts at taking land or resources. instead, i think things through with my allies. the bards are very wrong. i have fear, and that fear keeps me and my inquisition alive. fear makes me think, and rethink, and re-plan all our moves. you will not find arrogance here. i promise." midna admits she admires that hypatia is more human than expected — a comment that makes the herald's cheeks burn. "thank you. and you are... just as beautiful and kind as everyone told me you'd be. i have so much respect for you, and we are so grateful you've come to speak with us. i pray you find us worthy of helping, because your camaraderie might be the key to winning this war... saving thedas. saving your people. if we just work together, we can stop corypheus for good. end this. if you find us worthy of helping, of course..."

[studiodrafts]

the   smile   midna   wears   is   not   one   found   often.   she   is   kind   to   her   people   ,   kind   to   those   who   deserve   it   ,   but   those   outside   of   her   kingdom   do   not   often   get   the   same   treatment   ,   so   her   actively   smiling   &   enjoying   the   inquisitor's   conversation   is   a   good   sign.   she   laughs   a   bit   as   hypatia   attempts   to   ❛   sell   herself   ❜   in   a   way   that   is   a   bit   too   obvious.   no   doubt   her   advisors   teachings   are making   her   scramble   to   further   improve   her   words   ,   but   it   still   doesn't   change   how   the princess   feels   about   her.   hypatia   was   never   meant   to   be   thrown   into   battle   ,   but   fate   threw   her   in   without   warning anyway   ,   &   she   has   managed   to   assume   the   role   of   leader   in   a   humble   &   non - intimidating   way.   now   ,   there   is   the   other   matter   of   her   being   a   herald   of   the   so   -   called   god   andraste   ,   a   conversation   they   should   also   have   if   they   are   to   move   forward   with   their   alliance.

❝   don't   worry   ,   inquisitor   ,   most   intelligent   people   know   to   only   take   the   word   of   a   bard   with   a   grain   of   salt.   ❞   bards   are   notorious   for   spinning   wild   tales   ,   all   of   them   based   on   truth   ,   but   adding   more   details   to   make   it   more   exciting   than   it   initially   is.   midna   notices   the   looks   they   receive   as   they   walk   across   skyhold   grounds   ,   the   way   troops   stop   their   practice   to   watch   them   pass   ,   curious   if   their   conversation   is   going   well.   ❝   as   i   said   ,   i   am   impressed   with   what   i've   seen   from   you   &   your   advisors   ,   but   i   do   have   to   ask   you   something   in   terms   of   your   other   title.   ❞   religion   is   something   midna   herself   is   not   privy   too   ,   especially   regarding   andraste   ,   but   she   doesn't   fault   anyone   for   turning   to   it.   sometimes   people   need   something   to   believe   in   ,   to   put   sense   into   the   unknown   as   it   comes in such a frightening world.   a   title   such   as   herald   can   be   a   lot   of   weight   to   one's   shoulders.   she   needs   to   know   if   hypatia   believes in it   &   if   she   does   ,   what   makes   her   think   so.   ❝   are   you   truly   the   herald   of   andraste   ?   ❞   midna   stops   walking   to   give   hypatia   her   full   attention   ,   a   brow   raised   in   curiosity.   ❝   they   say   andraste   herself   appeared   to   you   .   .   .   is   that   true   ?   what   are   your   thoughts   regarding   that , miss trevelyan   ?   ❞

[studiodrafts]

happy pride month from all my bi/pan/gay muses & me, you're local pan/demisexual old lady 💚

[excaliabur]

⤷̲ correspondence with, @studiodrafts as milo thatch ... ❝ how many fingers am i holding up? ❞ :·

                        grace's heart hammers mercilessly against her ribs, panic igniting from somewhere old and deeply rooted within her. the directions to the basement had been simple enough to follow, yet every creak of the descending stairs, every groan of aged timber beneath her feet, every stale breath of dust curling the air drags her violently back. she blinks ... and she's standing once more within the halls of the wrenwood hotel. she blinks ... and her mother is alive, standing only a few feet from her. she blinks ... and there's a hooded figure, the gleam of an axe, her mother's breath collapsing into gargled horror.

thus, by time grace reaches the bottom of the staircase, her fingers are already clawing desperately around the railing, nails biting hard into splintered wood. her vision swims, blurred and unfocused, and her entire frame trembles. for one awful moment, she cannot tell if the figure now before her, is truly there at all. a sharp breath tears from her throat, as one hand presses to her chest. his voice reaches through the roar in her ears — distant at first, muffled beneath the storm within her mind.

❝ w - what?   ❞ the words stumble out, as grace narrows her eyes through the haze. it is a man, slender with rounded glasses, and not the hooded figure from her nightmares. he raises a hand, two fingers extended into view. grace swallows hard, throat painfully tight as she forces herself to focus. ❝ uh, uh, t - two. you're h - holding up two. ❞ her voice shakes, but a small nod follows while breathing begins to even out. ❝ i'm s - sorry. this is a really ... terrible introduction. i'm looking for mister ... or, um is it doctor thatch? i - is that you?   ❞

[studiodrafts]

working   with   the   FBI   was   not   something   he   anticipated   for   his   career   ,   but   it's   not   like   he   can   really   say   no   when   he   gets   a   call   at   his   office   ,   requesting   his   assistance   in   a   case.   honestly   ,   milo   was   a   bit   surprised   that   his   help   was   needed   when   his   own   grandfather's   work   has   been   sneered   at   &   revered   as   a   lunatic's   ramblings   ━━   for   most   of   his   life   ,   his   grandfather's   reputation   has   bled   into   his   own   ,   but   he   managed   to   gain   a   good   life   for   himself   in   the   end   ,   working   as   a   professor   in   both   history   &   dead   languages.   the   case   in   question   didn't   come   with   much   detail   ,   but   he   was   given   a   location   &   the   name   of   the   agent   he   would   be   working   with.

upon   arriving   at   the   site   ,   he's   immediately   shaken   by   the   dark   &   gloom   atmosphere   in   the   basement   of   the   building.   he   knew   working   with   the   FBI   would   mean   he'd   need   to   buck   up   &   be   a   bit   braver   ,   but   it's   easier   to   tell   oneself   that   than   put   it   into   practice.   with   a   few   minutes   left   to   spare   as   he   awaits   the   agent's   arrival   ,   milo   takes   a   moment   to   look   at   his   phone   ,   ensuring   he   had   the   details correct   ━━   distracting   himself   from   the   butterflies   that   are   beginning   to   grow.   soon   ,   he   sees   a   panicked   woman   coming   down   the   steps   ,   looking   frantic   as   she   looks   around   ,   frightened   even   as   she   looks   at   milo.   though   ,   it   doesn't   feel   like   she's   looking   at   him   per   say   ,   more   like   past   him   ,   as   if   there's   something   was chasing   her.   milo   turns   around   to   ensure   they   are   alone   &   sure   enough   there   is   nothing   &   no   one   to   be   found   ,   just   this   dark   &   empty   room.

❝   are   you   alright   ?   ❞   milo   asks   ,   beginning to approach   the   agent   before   taking   a   step   back.   perhaps   he   shouldn't   be   too   hasty   to   encroach   on   her   space   after   what   he   assumed   is   a   panic   attack.   happens   to   the   best   of   people   ,   he   tells   himself   ,   though   he's   never   seen   such   a   severe   reaction   like   this   before.   poor   woman   .   .   .   that   has   to   be   difficult   to   live   with   as   someone   who   works   with   the   FBI.   ❝   yeah   ,   that's   me.   though   ,   call   me   milo.   only   my   students   call   me   doctor.   ❞   his   grin   is   wide   ,   hopeful   that   this   helps   to   change   the   mood   that   hangs   in   the   air.   ❝   are   you   grace   ashcroft   ?   it's   nice   to   meet   you.   i   got   a   call   that   we'd   be   working   together.   ❞   milo   offers   her   his   hand   to   shake   ,   smile   now   a   little   warmer   ,   laced   with   concern.   ❝   everything   okay   ?   you   looked   like   you   saw   a   ghost.   ❞

[boykavalier]

Jonathan Bailey as Jack Maddox HEARTSTOPPER 3.06 "Body"

[studiodrafts]

˗ˏˋ     ᵃᵗᵉˡⁱᵉʳ·     dear   kit   alegria   ﹙   @cur4tor   ﹚   ﹕   i   can   fix   that   for   you.   warmest   regards   ,   clea   dessendre.

it's   not   often   that   the   artist   makes   a   mistake.   actually   ,   it's   a   rare   thing   that   cannot   happen   ,   not   if   she's   meant   to   retain   any   credibility   concerning   her   abilities.   every   piece   of   art   she   creates   has   to   be   perfect   ,   or   she   may   suffer   a   cold   glance   from   her   mother   in   disappointment.   it's   difficult   to   impress   someone   who   is   already   so   talented   &   revered   ━━   at   this   point   in   her   life   ,   clea   has   told   herself   she   has   no   interest   in   impressing   anyone   ,   but   she   still   retains   standards   that   she   herself   must   meet   in   order   to   feel   at   peace.   you   are   your   own   worst   critic   ━━ that is   the   mantra   they   say   ,   &   unfortunately   for   clea   ,   that   applies   to   her   tenfold.

as   part   of   her   newest   exhibition   ,   she   is   painting   live   while   her   newest   works   are   up   on   display.   odd   fantastical   creatures   of   all   sorts   cover   the   walls   of   her   gallery   ,   none   of   the   people   around   her   aware   that   she   has   seen   them   come   to   life   before   her   very   eyes.   it's   an   ability   her   &   her   family   have   attained   ,   one   they   use   for   their   own   benefit   &   fun.   or   at   least   ,   that   was   the   case   before   things   had   gone   awry.   her   thoughts   drift   off   focus   as   she   ponders   about   her   now   broken   family   ,   causing   a   can   of   paint   to   spill   &   splash   onto   her   shirt   &   hair.   ❝   merde   ,   ❞   she   curses   ,   the   embarrassment   already   growing.   such   clumsiness   is   something   she   expects   from   her   sister   ,   not   from   her   own   self.   she   knows   better.   of   course   she   has   no   extra   towel   to   clean   herself   with   ,   but   then   she   hears   someone   call   to   her   ━━   a   savior   of   sorts   ,   or   at   least   that's   how   he   appears.

clea   is   not   always   the   most   receptive   to   others   so   quickly   ,   but   in   this   instance   ,   she   has   no   reason   not   to   accept   the   help.   the   other   man   approaches   &   begins   to   assist   her   in   ensuring   she   is   a   little   less   wet   &   covered   in   paint   ,   starting   with   her   hands   ,   her   once   well   manicured   nails   now   covered   in   blue   acrylic.   ❝   this   is   embarrassing.   of   all   the   time   to   do   this   when   i   have   an   audience.   ❞   she   mutters   quietly   ,   eyes   watching   as   the   other   man   helps   with   her   hands   ,   then   looks   up   to   regard   him   ,   curious   as   to   what   made   him   intervene.   humans   are   naturally   selfish   creatures.   clea   herself   sees   herself   as   selfish   at   times   ,   despite   never   admitting   it.   why   did   he   help   her   ?   ❝   thank   you.   ❞   it's   quietly   offered   ,   now   taking   the   cloth   from   him   ,   using   it   on   the   front   of   her   shirt.   ❝   i   feel   a   little   less   like   a   mess   now.   you   were   very   kind   to   offer   your help.   ❞   a   smile   ,   rare   &   genuine.   ❝   i   do   hope   you   are   enjoying   the   exhibit   ,   despite   this   rather   embarrassing   &   unprofessional   mistake   on   my   part.   ❞

[studiodrafts]

˗ˏˋ     ᵃᵗᵉˡⁱᵉʳ·     dear   levi   havard   ﹙   @lycaea   ﹚   ﹕   [   underside   ]   sender   leans   in   and   places   a   suggestive   kiss   just   under   receiver's   jawline.   warmest   regards   ,   mason   greene.

the   actor's   whole   body   feels   as   though   it   wants   to   scream   from   the   impatient   anticipation   ,   waiting   for   his   lover's   next   move   as   crawls   above   him on the bed like an   animal   assessing   the   prey   before   him.   it   isn't   as   though   mason   hasn't   had   any   sexual   experience   before   ,   but   the   past experience   he's had   always   been   lackluster   ━━   quick   &   to   the   point   with   no   time   to   truly   reflect   on   whether   he   enjoyed   it   or   not.   none   of   his   past   partners   ever   did   anything   to   make   the   experience   memorable   ,   but   levi   is   the   first   to   make   him   feel   something   ,   make   him   shiver   with   desire   as   he   awaits   his   next   move.   all   he   wants   is   for   levi   to   kiss   him   ,   to   touch   him   or   do   something   other   than   just   stare   &   take   in   the   sight   of   him.   either   levi   knows   he's   impatient   &   doesn't   care   or   he's   taking   his   time   because   that's   just   what   he   wants. either   way   ,   mason   feels   his   whole   body   on   the   brink   of   destruction   ,   watching   with   wide   eyes full of want   ,   damn   near   close   to   just   telling   him , begging him   to   get   on   with   it.

almost   as   if   he   read   his   mind   ,   he   then   begins   to   feel   lips   brush   along   the   sensitive   part   of   his   jawline.   a   soft   ,   shaky   groan   of   approval   leaves   his   lips   before   he   can   control   himself   ,   his   own   way   of   expressing   how   desperately   he   wanted   this , wanted to   be   touched.   long   ,   well   practiced   hands   with   a   piano   find   a   place   right   atop   levi's   back   ,   clinging   a   bit   tightly   with   each   gentle   kiss   ,   his   nails   slowly   digging   through   his   shirt   until   they   create   prints against the fabric.   he'd   feel   bad   if   he   didn't   feel   like   he   was   being   semi   tortured   ,   forced   to   wait   as   levi   does   what   he   wants   at   the   pace   he   desires , even if it wrecks the actor below him.   ❝   you'll   be   the   death   of   me   ,   ❞   mason   rasps   ,   followed   by   a   shaky   laugh   ,   now   wondering   if   all   this   time   in   the   bed   will   mean   only   this   ,   or   much   more   ?   only   time   will   tell   ,   &   at   this   pace   ,   god   knows   when   that   will   be   ?   mason   groans   again   ,   fingers   digging   a   little   harder   into   levi's   back   ,   almost   as   if   pressing   him   to   be   closer than they already are. he's greedy ━━ he wants more of him , to feel him against him.

❝   there's   more   to   me   than   just   my   jawline   ,   you   know   ,   ❞   mason   croaks out after a while   ,   shuddering   when   a   well   placed   kiss   elicits   a   sensitive   shiver   down   his   spine.   ❝   i   definitely   have   better   places   to   kiss   .   .   .   if   you'd   like   me   to   show   you.   ❞   mason   smiles   a   bit   bashfully   ,   head   turning   to   the   side   as   he   realizes   how   forward   it   was   for   him   to   speak   those   words.   yes   ,   they   are   intimate   enough   that   this   language   shouldn't   be   strange   in   this   setting   ,   but   it   still   doesn't   make   it   normal   enough   for   mason   to   not   be   embarrassed   ,   especially   since   he   never   really   speaks   like   this   with   anyone.   he   takes   a   breath   ,   then   tries   again.   ❝   or   you   can   just   tease   me   until   i   faint   from   the   over-stimulation.   the   ball   is   in   your   court   ,   really   ,   i'm   just   .   .   .   here   ,   enjoying   the   ride.   ❞   he sighs , eyes closing for a moment before looking up at his lover , a former friend now become so much more. ❝ . . . & the view. ❞

[warplanet]

he never thought he'd ever see a life like this. for so long, sebastian imagined he'd waste away before he reached his thirties, but mason stepped in and changed the trajectory of everything. to any outsider, this may seem like a mundane conversation — nothing of note, just casual chats between partners as they work on dinner. nothing exciting, nothing drastic, no life-or-death situations tangled into the mix. but to sebastian, this is the best it's ever been — his life isn't on the line, and there's no heavy-handed government organization breathing down his neck. they can be comfortable and happy, talking, laughing, enjoying the moments shared in true peace within their home. that's what he fought so hard to achieve. that's why he left treadstone. that's what he wants — @studiodrafts, and a mundane chat that lasts hours. it makes all the stress of years ago worth fighting through.

"i'd like to stop in london, yes," he confirms. "mum's been begging us to come for a visit, and i promised we'd try to get over there and see her and paul. maybe we could tie that trip into something else? stop in london first, then leave from there and head to italy or something? the mediterranean?" he tugs mason's hand to his chest, then tugs the rest of mason into his body for a warm hug. "can't believe summer is almost here. it feels like we were just celebrating christmas not too long ago. let's get ourselves on a much deserved vacation." kissing the top of mason's head, sebastian smiles, releases their hug, and returns to his work on their dinner.

it takes a few minutes more, but soon the two are seated at the kitchen table with their meal and two glasses of wine. sebastian steals mason's hand across the table again, unable to help the urge to squeeze his fingers and maintain that physical touch. "how does it look?" he gestures to their plates. "pretty simple, you know, chicken and rice, but it's good. best chicken and rice you'll have today." sebastian winks and lifts his wine glass. like they do every single night, he raises a little toast. "to another happy day with my dove. my mason."

[studiodrafts]

mason   is   all   smiles   as   sebastian   begins   making   suggestions   over   their   vacation   plans   ,   more   than   happy   to   go   to   london   &   italy   ,   especially   if   it   means   a   much   longer   trip.   before   he   met   sebastian   ,   he   never   really   traveled   much outside of the country   ,   but   now   he   enjoys   going   out   &   exploring   new   locations   ,   spending   as   much   time   with   his   husband   as   he   can   before   having   to   go   back   to   work.   their   life   is   nice   ,   simple   &   mundane   ━━   even   with   mason   now   working   on   the   stage   ,   they   manage   to   keep   a   good   balance   where   they   can   relax   &   enjoy   peace   &   quiet   at   home   together.   mason   has   always   dreamed   of   this   sort   of   life   for   as   long   as   he   can   remember   ━━   it   almost   feels   surreal   that   this   is   what   they   get   to   enjoy   for   the   rest   of   their   lives.

❝   london   &   then   italy.   maybe   even   greece   too.   does   that   mean   we're   going   to   be   out   of   the   country   for   a   good   couple   of   weeks   ?   ❞   mason   beams   as   he's   pulled   into   sebastian's   embrace   ,   his   own   arms   wrapping   around   him   ,   soaking   in   the   smell   of   his   cologne   ,   the   warmth   of   his   body.   the   professor   always   runs   hot   ,   while   he   somehow   always   manages   to   remain   cold   ━━   just   another   reason   why   they   are   both   so   perfect   together   ,   why   it's   always   hard   to   let   go   from   an   embrace   no   matter   how   long   or   for   what   reason.   once   they   finally   do   break   away   ,   they   head   to   the   dining   room   &   begin   to   sit   down   to   eat   dinner.   as   always   ,   sebastian   makes   an   excellent   meal   despite   how   simple   he   claims   it   is   ,   &   mason   is   more   than   ready   to   enjoy   the   food   ,   but   not   before   a   good   wine   toast.

❝   another   amazing   day   with   my   apple   tart   ,   the   best   husband   &   best   chef   i   know.   ❞   mason   winks   ,   taking   a   long   sip   right   after.   when   it   comes   to   meals   ,   mason   always   appreciates   sebastian's   cooking.   he's   smiling   &   humming   as   he   takes   each   &   every   bite   ,   the   flavors   never   failing   to   just   explode   &   melt   into   his   mouth.   how   he   survived   simply   eating   ramen   for   days   on   end   ,   he'll   never   know   ,   but   he'll   never   return   to   that   life   now.   a   life   without   sebastian   ━━   yeah   ,   that's   never   going   to   happen   ,   not   if   he   can   help   it.   ❝   now   ,   we   have   to   talk   about   bathing   suits.   i   think   i'm   gonna   need   a   new   one   &   you   should   get   one   too.   ❞   mason   waggles   his   eyebrows   suggestively   as   he   hides   his   laugh   behind   his   wine   glass.   ❝   what   about   short   shorts   ?   or   a   speedo   ?   how   much   skin   can   i   convince   you   to   show   if   the   beach   is   like   ,   private   or   something   ,   hmm   ?   ❞