— ash, she/her, bisexual, 28, and i wish i never fuckin learned how to read
🌹 primary fandoms: birds of prey/dceu, arcane, fc5, john wick, d&d/bg3, marvel, bloodborne, tesv, & constantly expanding, anyway.
multi-fandom blog where i share graphic resources, funny little things, and the occasional oc something or other. sometimes i make gifs! mostly, this is just the place to put all of my brain thoughts.
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i was tagged by my beloved @poetikat! thank you. 💜 the rules are for each letter of the word you're given, share an excerpt from a wip that starts with that letter. the word i was given is TRUE.
T — Two weeks after Marlene wheeled her out the front doors of Mount Sinai, she returned to work.
R — “Reclusive, cagey, and if all them rumors floatin’ ‘round town’s true? Heavily armed. Haven’t had cause to find out for myself, and I’d like to keep it that way, son. Been thirty years since Waco. Ain’t keen on havin’ a repeat performance in my own back yard.”
U —“Uh huh.”
Shit.
Crossed arms, quirked brow. He wasn’t buying it. Lily shifted, wincing as the chair groaned in protest beneath her. Every noise was amplified, too loud in the still of the apartment.
E — Even polished floorboards seemed to wail their discontent, harmonizing with the unpleasant groan of door hinges Lily once thought to be well-oiled.
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I physically cannot stop myself from writing about them even though I planned to take a break until s2 so here’s a lil bit of angst (warning for panic attack/ptsd)
For as cold as her hands always were, Bix found it refreshing when Imogen reached up and cupped her face. It felt like a splash of cool water that awakened her senses, which would have been jarring if not for the gentle fade into a comforting warmth that immediately followed and settled in her chest.
Imogen tenderly ran a thumb along the line of her jaw, curving around the shape of her chin and coming to rest on the other side so that she delicately held the mechanic’s jaw in one hand while the other pulled her in closer by her waist. Bix felt a flutter and leaned into the touch, shutting her eyes.
That was a mistake.
As soon as she did, she felt Imogen tighten her grip ever so slightly. Not enough pressure to be assertive—certainly not enough to hurt at all, but without any warning Bix saw a flash of Dedra Meero’s face. For the first time in months, she felt the ISB supervisor’s unyielding grip on her jaw, forcing her head up when Bix lacked the strength to meet her gaze as she interrogated her.
In an instant, the temperature in Bix’s body dropped. Her hands went numb. Her ears rang. The world lurched. Overwhelming panic caused her to flinch away from her lover and she instinctively shoved Imogen back because she could not bear any contact for a second longer.
“No!” Bix said in a voice so shrill that it hardly sounded like her own.
Imogen took a step towards her as she retreated, but Bix held a hand up and stammered before the bounty hunter got a word out.
“Don’t—don’t touch me, I—“ Bix struggled to form her thoughts as her heart thundered against her ribcage like it was trying to break free. Even through the abrupt hysteria, she saw the deeply concerned look on Imogen’s face and felt a flush of remorse on top of it all. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s not you, I just…”
“You should take a seat,” Imogen calmly suggested. “Breathe.”
Bix shook her hands in an effort to regain some feeling in them and took measured breaths that trembled in and out of her lungs. She did not want to sit. Or perhaps she did, but her body wouldn’t let her. Honestly, she didn’t know what she wanted or what she needed other than this feeling to stop.
Bix shut her eyes again and saw Doctor Gorst’s sickening smile.
The unrelenting wave crashed into her once more, threatening to knock Bix off her feet no matter what she thought she did or didn’t want. The mechanic groaned and began to pace in a small circle, mumbling a quiet mantra to herself as she fought against the tears constricting her throat and welling in her eyes. “I’m okay. I’m okay, I’m okay…”
Imogen stood still and patiently waited in silence for the moment to pass. Bix was grateful. As much as she wanted to be enveloped by her embrace or hear her voice, everything felt too paralyzing.
When the edges of her vision went black, Bix somehow found her way to the edge of a chair and fell into it. The metal legs scraped and squeaked against the floor, but she barely registered any other sound besides her own heartbeat. Bix focused on it, on the acute sensation of blood racing through her veins. She marked the path from her heart to the tips of her fingers until there was a tingle in her now clammy palms.
Gradually, her breaths grew steady and she felt cool. Not the uncomfortable coldness that felt like she plunged into a frozen lake, but the same kind of relaxed chill that came from her lover’s touch and grounded her. After another minute of breathing — or two or three, she couldn’t quite tell how much time passed — Bix felt her emotions level out into a much more stable state, allowing her muscles to finally release their relentless tension.
“Okay.” Bix nodded and released a sigh until every last bit of air had been pushed out of her lungs. Then she sat back in the chair and inhaled deeply, nodding again. “Okay.”
“Would you like me to leave?” Imogen asked.
Her lover’s voice snapped Bix back into focus. She glanced over and noted that Imogen remained a dutiful statue, not approaching nor making any sudden movements. The woman still wore a worried frown, gray eyes bright with anticipation as she waited for an order.
“No.”
“Do you need me to leave?”
The distinction was an important one, Bix realized, so she took a moment to think about it. Ultimately, as the storm passed, Bix felt empty – deprived, and found herself craving contact as if she were dying of thirst and being presented with a crystal clear river that flowed only for her.
Bix extended her hand and Imogen accepted the wordless invitation back into her space. However, even standing before her, the bounty hunter made no effort to reinitiate touch. Bix smiled warmly as she realized Imogen was following her lead.
With a hand that still had a slight tremble, Bix reached out and wrapped her fingers around Imogen’s wrist. Their eyes remained locked as Bix placed her lover’s palm on her flushed cheek and tilted her head into it until Imogen caressed her. To test herself, the mechanic closed her eyes. Her jaw tightened almost immediately as she felt the threat of panic trickle back in, but she focused on the soft brush of a familiar thumb against her skin. Reminded herself who it belonged to.
“You are safe,” Imogen murmured in a soothing tone as she continued to stroke her cheek.
Bix wanted to believe her more than anything. Maybe one day she would.
i was tagged by my beloved @lilywatt (whom i feel holding a gun to the back of my head) to do something for the first time in like a year like a normal person so everyone say thank you macy.
rules: for each letter of the word you're given, share an excerpt from a wip that starts with that letter. the word i was given is SIGH.
S — Soap helps, but not much. She lathers her hands, scrubs until her skin feels raw and her cuticles start to tear, but Max’s blood lingers in the lines of her palms and deep under her fingernails.
I — It doesn’t have to be like this. Isabel knows that she could cut her losses and run from this man, that she could tell him to stay far, far away from her and that he would do so without question — that he would be relieved by the very suggestion.
But she doesn’t.
Loving him is a decision she makes, a conscious acceptance of everything he offers, both good and bad.
G — Grounding. It wades through the fog in his head and settles gently around the burning edges of his consciousness. It brings him back to the present.
“Olly.”
Hesitantly, he turns to her. Shame pulls at his gut, but for what, he can’t decide. For the drunkenness? For the vulnerability? For the inability to look her in the eyes?
H — He repeats the name in his mind like a mantra, a litany, a prayer, unaware that his scorched throat is choking desperately around the syllables.
Ivana Gerber (29) is an ex-fbi agent with a background in law enforcement. Born into a strict Orthodox Jewish family as the result of an affair, she was never fully accepted. She endured years of emotional and physical abuse, while her younger sister, Rebecca Nicole Gerber, was born in an attempt to repair their parents’ marriage. Ivana, however, was kept in the family only for appearances.
Determined to escape and having no money for a good college, Ivana joined the New York City Police Department (NYPD) Police Academy at 21. She quickly distinguished herself with her sharp instincts and resilience. After finishing basic training program and serving in the NYPD for three years, she pursued higher education at the John Jay College of Criminal Justice, obtaining a Bachelor of Arts in Criminal Justice. Her academic excellence and field experience earned her a spot in the FBI training program after graduation at 28.
At the age of 29 she became a part of VCU and later came to Montana to investigate Eden's Gate.
It was a big mistake; having undiagnosed mental illness and enduring years of religious abuse inside of a Hasidic community, Ivana was brainwashed into joining the cult instead of working against it. Her fellow agents were killed by Jacob Seed and his Chosen.
tagged by @loriane-elmuerto, @leviiackrman, @blissfulalchemist & @lilywatt to use this meiker (m/f & m/m also available on the artist’s profile), ty beloveds!!
sending tags to @unholymilf, @adelaidedrubman, @henbased, @belorage, @risingsh0t,
faith x jenna (fc5): starring in seasonal cult propaganda come to eden’s gate we have consumerism free valentine’s day and nice lesbians who totally won’t chemically lobotomize you
jestiny x john (fc5, hl&s verse): sending a valentine’s day card to their exes to show how great things are going, a normal thing to do
andrea x mary may (fc5, america’s sweetheart verse): publicist donates her marketing skills to help cute local bartender make valentine’s day happy hour ad, photoshoot tragically interrupted by her main client
jaheira x isrilda (bg3): deadbeat milfs send holiday greetings to the various children they’ve acquired instead of visiting them
tagged by @captastra @voidika @lilywatt @simplegenius042 @blissfulalchemist @faithchel @laindtt and belatedly getting around to posting this cute valentine’s sweetheart meiker! (hey it’s technically still valentine’s day weekend if you get the holiday). (also m/f version | m/m version)
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“There was hope in her eyes; a future that was uncertain, but her faith never wavered. Oh how she longed to feel at home again, wrapped in the warm blanket of love from her friends. That day will come. So much sorrow could never bury the care and joy embedded in her heart, and the clear air of a fresh snowfall was a delight that blossomed her hope once more.”
I’m still gobsmacked that I can even post this… my dearest friend @confidentandgood gifted me this truly spectacular commission of my baby girl Asami and I am still on the floor! Cam… the way you and @felrija captured her essence and beauty is absolutely astounding and I cannot get over how generous of a gift this is😭 not only is she visually perfect, but the detail and warmth radiating from this piece is truly incredible!! I’m beyond honoured that this is my first ever commission🤍 I cannot thank you both enough for this gift, it will be buried with me🥰 just thank you thank you thank you!!
If you’d like a commission, please contact @felrija as her art is truly wonderful and you won’t be disappointed!!
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i commissioned @delicateweaponjpg to bring these freaks to life in the spirit of valentine’s day, and as always, nika killed it. is this technically a snapshot from one of the weirdest, worst days of lily’s life? perhaps. however. enjoy some dysfunctional catholic on dysfunctional catholic smooching in the spirit of the holiday. thank you again, nika. 💜
