what do you think gideon and harrows favorite non mammal animal is
Excellent I love asks :3
also this is a great question to ask specifically me.
Gideon wants to be a bad butch who likes reptiles and insects but actually those creep her out so bad. Her favorite non-furry friends are frogs. Their eyes are big enough that they are not so threatening and they are no touchy creatures (unlike reptiles who enjoy some touchy and eugh Gideon cannot handle that) so she can just appreciate their colors. I think she would really enjoy a tank of poison dart frogs, especially the multi-colored ones.
Harrow, on the other hand, is the creepy creature who loves reptiles and insects and would absolutely be one of those insect keepers who has a wall dedicated to various critters (I know SO MANY tarantula keepers that have a dedicated shelf for 40-60 different tarantulas). However I think her favorite would be a centipede. I cannot recall the species name off the top of my head, but she likes the bigger ones with red heads and big feet. He would have a pride of place enclosure and nobody besides her would like it. Palamedes fakes interest until he watches it eat. It would be too much.
(For the record, I think Gideon's favorite mammal is a kangaroo for their pouches and Harrow's favorite mammal is publicly a bat for the creepy factor and privately her favorite is any animal that reminds her of Gideon, often cats with gold eyes or monkeys that play loudly)
It was dark. The walls of their home shadowed and dull, new moon's lightless night peering through the windows as Kasmeer walked upstairs.
The home had been Marjory's long before it had been Kasmeer's. The name plate added once she moved in, declaring it theirs, made her soft and a little lovesick. That had been a long time ago, many battles, many reunitings, many lifetimes ago. She adjusted the glasses on her face, hidden by beauty illusions, but even the illusion could not keep them on her softening face.
The stairs creaked a little more each year. Marjory told her that they needed to find a new home, she couldn't manage the stairs as easily anymore. Kasmeer overcame this with portals, grinning as her wife grumbled to herself. Kasmeer's knee twinged as she hit the top stair. That was new, but manageable. Like everything else - new but manageable.
Kasmeer had stepped down from her role late last year and it was... different not being needed the same way. They started attending funerals again - not ones for those lost in battle, but those who died of natural causes. It was new. Neither of them had known anyone to die of natural causes in a long time.
Marjory's back is to her when Kasmeer reached their bedroom. Black hair nearly entirely grey now, only a few streaks of a dull black remaining, Kasmeer always thought she was the most beautiful, charming woman in the room. Any room. Kasmeer sighed in a dreamy romantic way and Marjory turned over her shoulder.
"I may not hear that well, but I will always hear that," Marjory said in a faint voice, a grin on her face. Kasmeer laughed and walked over to her wife.
"I love you," Kasmeer whispered, wrapping her wife in a tight, comforting hug.
"I love you too," Marjory whispered back, her lips pressed into Kasmeer's dress. Kasmeer let the weight of Marjory's head ground her in the moment as her fingers ran through her wife's hair.
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Surprise hug/lift off ground - Stabby (spoilers for episode 5 - set up for toxic yuri)
Friday morning. She couldn't lose sight of things now. Tabitha sighed, massaging her temples as a headache threatened her calm. Miners to fire, a strike to crush, a cousin to keep safe for just a couple more days.
Stella leaned her head on Tabitha's shoulder and she relaxed a little bit more. Right, and... this. Whatever this was, after last night's reconnection and confession, Tabitha also had Stella to worry about now.
"What are you thinking about?" Stella murmured in that delicate place right below Tabitha's ear.
You.
"Nothing, I need to get to work." Tabitha stood, ignoring how Stella flopped on the couch behind her. "Are you coming?" Tabitha's chest ached when Stella gasped in excitement.
"Really? Am I no longer banned from the mines?" Stella said with a flirtatious edge and Tabitha rolled her eyes.
"No, it just means I invited you this time. Come on, we have stuff to do today." Tabitha was ready to get to work, the sun barely cresting over the edge of the mountain. Staying the night at Stella's was not part of the plan, but it happened. Best to move on and handle things from here.
Tabitha grabbed her keys and paused. "Are you... okay if we drive?" Stella froze as if she had also just considered this.
"Y-yeah... if it's you driving and what you said about... the town trapping us... then there's nothing to fear, right?" Stella's words came out a little more unsure than Tabitha would like, but she nodded and accepted it anyway. Out the door and into the car, just ten steps like she had always counted from Stella's door to the car, then -
"Stella!" Tabitha shouted, surprised as her feet left the ground, strong arms wrapped around her middle. She hung there limp and confused in Stella's arms, kicking her feet out.
"Sorry! Sorry! I just... it's sweet of you to ask. I missed this," Stella mumbled into Tabitha's back. Tabitha grumbled acknowledgement and twisted to put an arm around Stella's shoulders. She couldn't see her face, but Tabitha could feel the smile all the same.
So much had changed, but this would always be there for them both. Stella's grip tightened before dropping Tabitha to the ground. Her boots hit the ground hard and then she turned to hug Stella back, blushing slightly when Stella made a little surprised sound.
"I missed this too," Tabitha said into Stella's shoulder and they both clung to each other until the motions of mornings in Scarlet Hollow couldn't be ignored any longer.
desperate to know about service sadism campal oh my god...
first of all, endlessly pleased this fic ended up being the first ask.
so! I am writing pre-Canaan all the way up to Paul, the idea that Camilla is a masochist and Pal indulges her. a service sadist if you will :) the WIP is incredibly fragmented, I write her in little bursts (that's how Camcor snuck in here too..... masochist4masochist coping mechanisms....)
anyway - teaser?
Palamedes did not often study Camilla's body. He found it hard to parse that there were scars he did not know the origin. Burn scars on her neck, teeth and nail scars down her torso, the distinct chain patterns torn into her wrists.
"You might learn eventually," Pyrrha said once when she caught his eyes wandering. "The brain remembers, doesn't matter who is in the driver's seat." This did not help, but filled Palamedes with a certain level of self-loathing.
So maybe it was this that made Camilla's request easy to obey.
"Be a little reckless, Warden." Her voice was too soft and easy over the recorder. It hurt him to know that he would not immediately see the ease relax into her shoulders. When he had pleased her this way before, there had been immediate feedback - his actions may be cruel, but she yearned for them. Ached for the casual cruelty and ache of pain that he so often denied her.
Even with this, this lack of response he desired, Palamedes could not deny his tendency towards self-destruction these days. He did not do anything so reckless as stay in her body longer, sadistically burning her soul and listen to her memories like a voyeur, but it was a very near thing. Under Pyrrha's already critical gaze, Palamedes had to have a certain level of discretion to leave tangible harm on Camilla's perfect form.
Pyrrha may be critical, but Nona was worried and sad for them, which was undoubtedly worse.
4 - If I could do anything today, I would choose to be braver. Bit of a cop out answer, but that's the only thing that comes to mind !
7 - I LOVE TRAVELLING BY TRAIN. I would travel everywhere by train if I could. I have never travelled by boat and there are a couple trans-Atlantic passage ships still running. Would really love to experience that! If not, there are a few river boats that go from Chicago to the Gulf that would be cool.
11 - I have been in a real exploratory mode with music lately. I'll listen to a bit of DeathbyRomy then switch to King Mala or kwn. Orville Peck has been a fun recent discovery. Despite all of this, the song I woke up stuck in my head is the jock itch song by Chris Fleming (featured in the "You Did What, Jason?" video on Youtube)
13 - Hmmmmmm. I learned that I need to remember my own boundaries are good things to have lol. That's not new, that's a re-learning... Oh actually in the flyer my doctor gave me about my cholesterol, apparently mayo is fine but egg yolk is not. That pissed me off so I retained that. I WANT MY YOLKS.
HUG ASK: 14 and Kasjory 🙏🏼😇💖 please pretty please with a cherry on toppppp
The dust settled. Sand had been whipped around, the Branded shards sticking out of the ground like thorns along a vine. There had been so much motion - it was all still now. Too still. Kasmeer stood shakily, her legs battling for strength they didn't have, looking around for the refugees they'd been escorting. Marjory was across from her, too far away to grasp, not too far away to see the fear in her eyes.
Marjory's communicator crackled as the first Branded roared.
"He's dead! He's really dead!" Taimi's voice cheered over the communicator. The Branded were not aware their master had fallen.
Kasmeer summoned illusions to surround the Branded, watching Marjory charge in with sword outstretched. The refugees had fallen, heads covered with their hands, and Kasmeer bubbled them in illusion, blocked from the battle in sight and sensation. It would have to be enough.
"Kas!" Marjory shouted as a Branded swung too perilously close to Kasmeer's face, the sugar rot smell of corrupted crystals blowing directly in her face. She ducked and weaved, redirecting the beast's energy to its own downfall with a skip backwards and an illusion. Turning, the mesmer watched her girlfriend fall to a Branded, crystal teeth ready to meet flesh. She felt only the aftereffects of drawing a portal to watch her girlfriend tumble backwards into - coughing sand beside her as the portal exit deposited her elsewhere. They could both worry about that later, when they were alive and not dead.
As the Branded fell, the remaining few seemed to recognize the silence in their heads and the shattered remains of their fellows. It was no longer a question of cutting them down, only letting them run free and dropping in the distance as the absence of their master broke them. Kasmeer stood and watched, sand in her eyes as tears began to stream.
It is over. It is finally over.
Before she could process this, she felt arms around her, pulling her up. She laughed, startled, her legs wrapping around the sturdy torso of her girlfriend. Marjory was laughing the hysterical laughter of someone who couldn't believe they were alive. Kasmeer couldn't blame her. She was damn near hysterical herself.
"You brilliant woman," Marjory said with a twinkle in her eye. "You knew I would fall backwards, didn't you?"
"Of course," Kasmeer said with a little nudge to her girlfriend's chin. "I love you." Marjory dropped her and the mesmer had her opportunity to lift Marjory into a hug. The necromancer yelped, not nearly as used to being lifted as Kasmeer, but settled soon, laughing.
