The Marcy is a strange breed of creature who is most commonly seen in the company of villains and souls of moral ambiguity. Her natural habitat consists of fire and brimstone. When she's not trailing after supervillains she's frolicking with their demonic, yet sweet henchmen or planning on how best to take over the known universe. She's interested in a variety of nerdy (yet awesome) things like Doctor Who, X-Men, DC & Marvel comics, Phantom of the Opera, and virtually anything Sci-Fi/Fantasy related. If you feel brave enough you can always drop her a line in her ask box. She may be your future overlord, but she promises to be a benevolent one.
Eep! So cute! And Ava is adorable…lovely work!! :D
Thanks so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it! :)
I knew it
Aw damn lost a follower.
Is it because I admitted to being a conglomerate of jellyfish?
It is isn’t it.
u must be fun at rallies
Did u know the most popular antizionist orgs are all founded by Jews?!
pro tip: never start talking about the Israel-Palestinian conflict with white Jews that grew up in America they are basically brainwashed into being pro-Israel and you will want to vomit
Go to the nearest dumpster and put yourself in it.
Goyim are brainwashed into stereotyping Jews.
You are absolutely right OP! I’m not ACTUALLY an Ashkenazi antizionist activist! I’m secretly a collection of small jellyfish stuffed into a coat. I don’t actually exist.
That would just be weird and force you to realize your narrative of homogeneous Jewry is antisemitic.
Umprompted cute fic
Small ficlet of Anders moving into Ava Hawke’s estates. Fluff ensues.
Everything Anders owns he can fit into one satchel. In a way he’s almost grateful, packing was clean and relatively simple. He slung his pack over his shoulder and grabbed his papers. All his work was bound up in a leather case tied shut with some twine, a gift from Hawke a year back. Most things were a gift from Hawke, he thought with a nervous smile as he thumbed the edges of the parchment case.
He was fully expecting to wake up at any moment even as he walked from Darktown up through the back alleys of Lowtown. Each step took him further from his self-imposed isolation and closer to—what did he precisely call where he was going? His gut twisted and his heart fluttered with nerves. Maker, he felt like an anxious boy again.
He walked up the steps to Hightown and almost immediately felt like turning right around and fleeing back towards the safety of Darktown. He was woefully out of place amongst the merchants and nobility. He felt every loose stitch in his clothing, and every bandage he had wound around holes and tears in his trousers and coat sleeves. He could feel the stares of the elite as he walked, hear them muttering to one another. As long as they kept their comments to his rags and tattered appearance he paid them no mind. It was only when he heard the snatches of “apostate” and “mage” that the paranoia lurking within surged through him.
Just putting that out there
Anonymous said: now i'm wondering how Anders/Justice would react when they go all Vengeance rawr and Hawke just douses him with ice water...
*Very ugly laughter*
I imagine this happens when they’re at home alone and getting into a very heated discussion about mage rights and what their next plans of actions are going to be and he just starts glowing and Hawke is like “NOT RIGHT NOW, JUSTICE.” and just tosses a bucket of water at him. “YOU CAN’T DO THE GLOWY THING WHEN WE’RE TRYING TO ORGANIZE. PLAN FIRST. GLOW LATER.”
Anders probably just sits there dripping wet before Hawke starts trying to dry him off by stripping him out of his clothes and then before they know it SOMEHOW they’re on the bed
because Ava Hawke is a pretty huge fan of the way Anders turns into a blue, glowy, justice monster.
That’s not counting the fact that they can probably launch right into talking about plans while in the middle of sex.
i’m just saying.
Perfect couples really do exist.
Someone who is better at writing smut, I give you free reign to use this prompt