#astrid sinclair

[ghosticalz]

SHE WAS LOOKING FOR A JOB AND THEN SHE FOUND A JOB.

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Astrid Sinclair, tasked with the important job of making sure the tree at the Warehouse is in the perfect spot and yes, Adam, it does need to be turned a little more to the left. No, your other left.

Pre-outbreak Rita Navarro, who thought the headband was so ridiculous that she had to buy it on the spot for her boyfriend’s office party. Paxton wound up stealing it within the first ten minutes of the night and wore it all evening, which was really what Rita was hoping would happen in the first place.

Ada Trevelyan’s uncle always hosts the family’s huge holiday get-togethers and it’s one of the times of the year she looks forward to the most. This year, in between hanging out with her cousins, she’s going to subtly lead Carver around to all the places her aunt made sure to hang mistletoe.

Tagged by @chuckhansen to use this holiday sweater game, thank you!

[enchanted--roses]

Jenna coleman as Cassiopeia Fraser Black

Emilia Clarke as Astrid Sinclair

Me and my best friends create OC for the HP franchise, Cassiopeia is mine (yes Jenna is one of my favorite actress with Katie McGrath and Lily James), and Amber is my best friends.

We have in mind to have an OC in Fantastic Beast franchise, i’m just looking for good pictures to work with.

The post will probably get an update for new pictures, when i manage to find picture of Fantastic Beast.

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🩺 Dr. Elena Martinez (Days Gone) | 🛠️ Rita Navarro (Days Gone)

🪴 Astrid Sinclair (TWC) | 🌿 Daniella Brambilla, feat. Ser Barnabas (DA D&D)

Tagged by @chuckhansen to use this picrew, thank you! 🧡 Tagging @curvyelf @mapeslyrup @alittlestarling @roguelioness @happywitch416 and anyone else who wants to play along!

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Find the Word Tag Game

I was tagged by @evilbunnyking to find trace, touch, kiss, and laugh in my WiPs.

Trace and touch, from an Astrid/Adam snippet that's still being picked on:

Cool fingers traced along the edge of her scar, causing gooseflesh in their wake. "How old were you when this happened?"

She watched as his hand reached the deeper marks along her ankle where the scarring went deeper. "Nineteen." Astrid settled further against the sofa, trying her best to act unaffected by his touch. She knew she wasn't doing a good job either, but he had the grace not to say anything. "Nineteen with the entire world ahead of me, before some guy t-boned my coach's car."

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's okay. We were lucky to make it out of that crash without being hurt worse. I don't know how lucrative a career in professional fencing would have been and you only get to go to the Olympics once every four years." She wiggled her toes. "It would have been nice to have been able to go to the one I qualified for instead of healing up from surgery, though."

Kiss, from some vague Elena/Arturo feelings that are still percolating in the noggin:

"Doctor Martinez."

Elena saluted her co-worker with her chipped coffee mug before setting it down to grab a clipboard with her daily rounds. "Doctor Jimenez. Cold enough for you this morning?"

He gave a quick look around the infirmary tent to make sure there weren't any eyes on them before moving close. "It sure was." Reaching out, he took her mug and drank from it, making sure to press his lips to the place hers had been. It wasn't exactly a kiss, but for two people trying to fly under the radar to avoid the no fraternization rule, it would have to do. "The other side of the cot was cold without you."

Laugh, from a Lilian + Tristan + Sunny beach day idea that's been keeping me company this week:

"He's barely fifteen months old," Lilian protested. "I don't think he's going to be swimming laps any time soon."

"Hey, it's never too early to teach him! I was just a little'un myself when the priestesses taught me to swim in the lake behind the temple."

Lilian smiled as Tristan's babyish shrieks of laugher filled the air, the barest bubbles of surf rushing over his feet as she held him upright, wet sand scrunching between his toes. "Give him a year or so, then you can take him out to swim to your heart's content. Until then," she picked her son up in her arms and pressed a smacking kiss against his sun-warmed cheek. "There's a picnic lunch to be eaten and naps in the shade to be had."

[rhetoricalrogue]

🛠️ Rita Navarro | ⚔️ Astrid Sinclair

(ง'̀-'́)ง Zoe Dawson | 🪴🏹 Daniella Brambilla

Tagged by @chuckhansen to use this picrew, thank you!

Tagging @alittlestarling @feralkwe @ladiemars @zombolouge @roguelioness @wardenparker (no pressure, as always!) and anyone else who would like to join in!

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15 Astrid/Adam? 😚

Thank you! Tiny miss BB Carlisle decided to show up as a chaperone for this one!

#15: For honor! For Toussaint! - Piotr Musiał

“When you said that you dressed up for this, I didn’t think that you’d actually go all out.”

Astrid brushed some lint off her tunic as she and her charge for the day walked towards Adam. Well, she walked. Little Bethany Beatrice, better known as BB, took one look at her favorite vampire and ran towards him.

“We’re going to a ren faire, of course we dressed up!” she said, trying her best to hug his leg.

“And trust me,” Astrid laughed, “this isn’t nearly us going all out with the wardrobe.”

BB released her hold on Adam’s leg to spin around in front of him, her skirts flaring out as she turned. “I’m a princess and Aunt Astrid’s my bodyguard!”

“And where is your mother, your highness?”

“At work. Her shop doesn’t close until after the faire.” There was a bit of a pout to BB’s statement, enough so that it made the corner of Adam’s lip twitch upwards.

Astrid put her hands on her hip. “Which is exactly why I’m playing bodyguard today.” She looked up at Adam. “The local theater group usually pairs up with the high school in putting this on at the park. There’s a few vendors and some shows, nothing as over the top as larger renaissance fairs, but it’s still a fun time.”

He nodded. “Then I should probably let you two go on with your day. I hope you have fun, Princess Carlisle.”

BB grinned. “There’s going to be a swordfighting contest! I signed up!”

Astrid laughed as BB pulled a wooden sword from the sheath fashioned at her hip and began to wave it around. “And what did I tell you were the rules to wearing that, milady?”

BB put it back where it belonged. “No hitting people with it unannounced, no running with it, and only point it at people if I was in open combat,” she recited. “But I am signed up, can I use it then?”

“Of course! Unless the swords they supply are better. Never turn down a better weapon.”

Adam tipped his head. “And what about you, Detective? Did you sign up?”

Astrid grinned. “There’s an offer to fight a professional swordsman out in the woods as well as anyone else who signs up for the tournament. I was trained to fight by my literal bloodthirsty fairy godmother that you have not-so-secret underground duels with on a regular basis. What do you think?”

He grinned back. “I think I’m disappointed that I’m going to have to miss it. I was heading to a meeting with your mother.” He looked at her face. It was clear that she was trying to hide her own crestfallen expression; however, she was doing a bad job at it.

There was a moment between them where he wanted to say something, but all the words were stuck in his throat. That moment was broken when a pair of tiny hands grabbed at one of his hands and pulled as hard as they could.

“Come on, Adam! We’re gonna miss the unicorn petting zoo!”

“BB, Adam has a meeting to go to. He can’t…”

Adam finished her sentence for her. “I can’t just leave my responsibilities.” Astrid’s shoulders tensed before drooping slightly. “At least not without telling anyone where I went first.”

She looked up at him. “You’re coming with us?”

“If you’ll excuse my lack of proper apparel.” He winked at BB as he finished sending a text to Rebecca to let her know that he wouldn’t be making the meeting. It was a routine one, something that Nate could run fine on his own. “Do you think there’s room on the tournament roster for one more?”

Astrid had to laugh and it made Adam’s heart soar to hear the sound. “You’re going to sign up to compete?”

“Astrid, I’m competitive by nature and as you said, schedule regular to the almost-death duels with your bloodthirsty fairy godmother. What do you think?”

Astrid took BB’s other hand in hers, the five-year-old skipping happily between them. Every so often, Adam would lift his arm high enough to lift the girl off her feet, much to her delight. “I think, seeing as this is a tournament and we’re more than likely going to be the most skilled fighters there, that we’ll be the last two standing. I look forward to kicking your -” she paused, looking down at BB. “Rear end.”

Adam laughed. “May the best swordsman win.”

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Six Sentence Monday

@roguelioness (thank you!) tagged me for six sentence Sunday, but I'm a day late. I don't know if this is going to go anywhere, but Astrid and Adam decided to hit me up with ideas while I was busy doing actual work today (tbh, it was mostly Astrid.) This is a little more than six sentences, but meh. The rules are more like guidelines, right?

“Okay, so I’m crap at asking people to talk about their feelings,” Astrid started, settling down in one of the plush sofas in the Warehouse’s more informal living rooms. She’d specifically chosen the location, hoping that the softer, less formal setting would subtly ease the tense line of Adam’s shoulders.

“Not in the practice of addressing such things?” Adam sank into a nearby reading chair, elbows perched on his knees and shoulders hunched forward, looking like a string stretched tightly to the breaking point.

He was always tense, especially around her. As someone who was blunt and direct with any issues she had, Astrid was at a loss as to how to address this…whatever that was dancing around between them since practically the entire time they’ve known the other.

“Not really, no. So, with that in mind, why don’t we play a game of Rapid Fire?”

He arched an eyebrow. “I’m not familiar with that one.”

“Someone asks you a question and you answer it with a yes or no answer. No explanation, no judgement, just yes or no and then we move on to the next person and their question.”

He clasped his hands between his knees and turned his head to look at her directly. “And if someone doesn’t want to answer a question?”

“Then they say Pass and ask the next question. So, what do you say? Give it a go?”

She halfway expected him to get up and leave when he clapped his hands on his thighs and sat up at attention, but he surprised her by leaning back against the chair’s high back. “Yes.” Adam gave her a wry smile. “And now I believe it’s my turn to ask you a question.”