#belindadarrows

[plastertower]

lyn. infp. slythern. 26 or so by now.

i miss you. i was wrong.

[dearophelia]

belindadarrows replied to your post ““[My father] despises the Spectres. He hates the idea of someone...”

oh my god i love this so much. soooo much. also this is making me wonder--have you written anything else about liv and garrus' family?

Honestly, until like four days ago I’d totally spaced on the fact that Garrus even has a family.

I’ve spent so much time focusing on Olivia and Hannah and the whole Shepard side of things that I’d just...sort of...forgotten that Garrus canonically has parents and a sister.

So no. I’ve not written anything else about Olivia and her boyfriend’s family. I am pretty sure, though, that his father does not like Olivia in the least until he actually meets her (it’s hard to get a good opinion of someone when the media’s constantly slandering them and your councilor speaks about them in air quotes).

I’ve written some about Liv and Garrus and the family they create, though it’s entirely focused on Nora (whose fic, by the way, I had three different people look at and promptly yell at me to sit my ass down and write the rest of; so y’all will hopefully be getting that some time this summer/early fall).

[trulycertain]

belindadarrows replied to your post:Worst Case Scenario

OW. OW OW OW. this hurts my heart.

*sheepish grin, scratches head* Er... sorry?

[dearophelia]

belindadarrows replied to your post:oh that’s right half of you on this blog don’t...

so since you mentioned lady pilots… what are your thoughts on captain marvel and/or have you read any of her stuff?

I haven’t read any Captain Marvel. But I bet I’d love her.

Unfortunately, during that Barbara Gordon/Birds of Prey binge a couple months ago, I learned that I have huge difficulty reading comics. So as much as I’m sure I’d love Captain Marvel, reading her is not gonna happen.

[dearophelia]

theherocomplex replied to your post:Olivia introducing her kids to the entertainment...

WHY (also thank you)

The Liv!verse is just constantly overflowing with mom feelings.

(you’re welcome!)

belindadarrows replied to your post “@belindadarrows​ replied to your post “I am working from home again...”

this is so cute oh my god. thank you for it!!

You’re welcome! I’ve poked at the idea of Zaeed As A Grandfather before and nothing ever really came of it. Instant fic: just add Hannah!

[dearophelia]

belindadarrows replied to your post:sapphicnaiad replied to your post “I am working...

now I’m picturing a shepard/vakarian/vega dance party to you shook me all night long and this is such a fantastic mental image i can’t even

I am so here for this.

Garrus and Vega air guitaring, while Liv mimes screaming into the mic.

[dearophelia]

@belindadarrows​ replied to your post “I am working from home again today and, I didn’t think this was…”

i forget if you’ve written anything about this, but hannah & zaeed’s thoughts on the grandkids?

Fuckin’ weird, is what it is. Zaeed’s had a few years to adjust to the idea that he’s with Hannah for the long haul, and that along with Hannah comes Olivia. And while Olivia certainly doesn’t need him to be paternal (thank God for small favors), he is, kind of, her step-father.

(And ain’t that insane. He fireman-carried her out of a burning building once, not because she was injured, but because she spied a wall safe on the way out and decided to stop and hack it.

Lawson gave her a lecture on priorities after that. Liv’s response was to have Tali write her a faster hacking program.

He’s seen Liv through far more shit than anyone who’s her father - step, kind of, technically, almost, or otherwise - really ought to. He supposes that made him uniquely qualified to talk to her when she finally decided to start talking four months after she woke up from the coma.)

But grandkids? He thought he’d be dead by 35 (and when he lived past 35, he thought he’d be dead by 50; after he saw 65, he stopped changing his estimate. Universe wants him to live, he’ll live). He’s fucked a lot of pretty girls, he may have a kid or two out there - but not that he knows of. 

Zaeed’ll never claim to having a plan, but grandkids sure weren’t part of it.

(Hell, Hannah wasn’t part of it. And then Shepard dragged him and Vakarian to the bakery - a goddamn bakery, bright lights and pink sparkly frosted cupcakes and all - and Hannah handed him a brownie, smiled, and he was done for.

They danced around it for a year, but he knew he was in it from that first brownie.)

He’s not that good at the grandparent thing, actually. Hannah’s a natural at it, and the kids being turian doesn’t seem to throw her at all. But him - frankly, he’s terrified he’s going to break one.

Hannah sits beside him on the back porch of their little house. She takes the bottle from his hands and takes a slow sip of his beer, and gives it back. “Hiding?”

“No,” he lies.

She snorts, a half-laugh-half-chuckle that stays in the back of her throat. “Bullshit.” She looks at him and smiles, that same smile that did him in six years ago. “Kids are resilient. You’re not gonna break ‘em.”

Laughter filters out from the kitchen, followed by the clink of dishes being put away.

“They’re turian.” As much as he doesn’t know what to do with a human kid, he knows less what to do with a turian one. They’ve been around for four months, and seem to have just as little clue how to act with him as he does with them. Nico, the little one who had trouble breathing in the summer, keeps staring at him with wide eyes (well, as wide as turian eyes can get), but hides behind his mom’s leg every time Zaeed considers even saying hi.

Hannah shrugs. “Even more indestructible. Look,” she steals his beer again, “I dropped Liv on her head when she was little.” She holds up two fingers around the bottle and takes a drink. “Twice. She turned out all right.”

He takes his beer back from her and finishes it. A duck flies in and lands on the lake, sending little ripples out to shore. He’s about to argue that being dropped on her head twice might explain a lot, but then he remembers that Olivia died and got rebuilt somewhere between being dropped on her head and when he met her. It’s a tough topic for Hannah, and he doesn’t say anything.

The screen door opens. “Hey,” Olivia pokes her head out. “All cleaned up. Are you guys coming back inside, or should we make ourselves scarce?” She smirks.

Zaeed huffs. Five goddamn years and she’s not letting him forget that night she ran into him in the hallway of Hannah’s apartment; the Normandy got in late, and Garrus had a call with someone in a different time zone, and so Liv walked into the apartment, two in the morning, to find Zaeed in his boxers looking for condoms in the hallway bathroom. He supposes he wouldn’t let her forget it, either. 

“We’ll be in in a minute,” Hannah says, smiling at her daughter.

Olivia nods, and the door squeaks shut behind her.

Hannah looks at him and sets her hand lightly on his bicep. “Not gonna break ‘em, Zaeed. I promise.”

He follows Hannah’s lead back inside. Olivia loves her kids, and so does Hannah, and he loves the two of them. Maybe he’ll stand in front of a mirror tomorrow and practice saying hi without looking scary.

[vehlr]

iris hawke once helped to do a deep cleaning of fenris' mansion. they burned a lot of stuff and scrubbed even more stuff, and by the time they were done, it looked like a completely different house. and hawke may or may not have then insisted they slide down all the banisters and put wooly socks on to skid across all the smooth floors.

Valeria Trevelyan was so horrified at the state of some of Skyhold’s less-maintained areas that she spent most of her free time trying to bring some order to the chaos. Spare bricks and mortar could often be seen flying from the darker corners of the keep, over the walls and left to tumble down the mountains.