#He's here!

[embrose]

[lavishtine]

Even in your darkest days you will find light... Anyway, look you arrived just in time for the worst month!

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

Silly guy 2!

[uselesstaroth]

Anyway, here's the full chapter

The unsneakiest peek ever

Months after rescuing the Hero from the Space Colony ARK, yet another crisis shows itself, and it's one Miles will have to face without Shadow by his side.

Yes. It's Black Arms time.

I've been waiting for this.

[queeniecook]

January 18 – Part 4

The spell worked. Once at the hospital, James handed Jillian over to the hospital staff and they rushed her into the ER. To his surprise, his sister-in-law Annalise was on duty. He didn't even know she worked at this hospital. He thought it was at another one, granted he hasn't paid much attention to what she does, unless it involves his wife.

He sits down on a couch in one of the waiting areas, feeling physically drained but not wanting to show it. He knows he's reached his limit with his magic for a good forty eight hours.

"I really shouldn't be telling you this, you're not her family member." Annalise tells him after she had helped stabilize Jillian, she was now being prepped for an emergency C-section, which would be handled by her OB-GYN- Dr. Goto. Annalise agreed to scrub in and help if needed. 

"I just want to know if they're alive, Annalise. I'm not asking for all the dirty details." James tells her, rolling his eyes. 

"Jillian is stable though unconscious, the baby is still in distress. They're prepping her for an emergency C-Section as we speak." Annalise tells him, wondering why he even cares. It stuns her that James is the one who brought the pregnant woman in. "It's a good thing you got her here when you did because if you hadn't, both of them wouldn't have made it." She leaves it at that and leaves to go get ready for the surgery. 

James sits there, digesting that news for a few moments. He pulls out his phone, seeing he has service once again. He calls his spy to get the number of Dakota. The phone conversation with Dakota goes as well to be expected and it isn't long before he and Joey are at the hospital.

Dakota wants to see Jillian, to apologize for blowing up at her but he's told that even though he's the father of the child, it's best he not be in the operating room. Dr. Goto is honest with him and tells him he isn't totally sure how it's going to go. Jillian is stable but has remained unconscious and the baby is in distress. Dakota is a ball of worry and blaming himself as James approaches him.

"Umm...thank you for....getting them here." Dakota tells him. It feels heavy coming out of his mouth. He doesn't trust the older warlock and his fight with Jillian was about her not telling him about James' visit but James had gotten Jillian to the hospital. 

James nods, feeling out of place. This isn't his usual role in the grand scheme of things.

"I don't understand what she was doing out in that weather to start with." James voices. In the middle of the night, on the outskirts of town, in the middle of winter no less -is not where you usually find a eight month pregnant woman. 

"We had a fight. About you actually." Dakota admits, it takes a lot for him not to just blame James. He kind of started it but he didn't make Jillian not tell Dakota and he didn't make Dakota yell at her instead of talking to her about it. 

James raises an eyebrow and he thinks back to what his little spy told him. So Dakota found out. Hmm. He didn't give Jillian the book to cause problems - for once - he did it because he knew she'd love it and it's rare to find someone who enjoys books like he does.

"You flew off the handle at her, didn't you?" James asks though he knows the answer. Dakota kind of reminds him of himself when he was younger. He can tell the young man has a temper. James still has one, when he was younger he let it control him at times. He's learned to manage it better with age. 

Dakota crosses his arms "Excuse me?" He asks. How in the world did James know that?

"She's eight month pregnant. Pregnancy Hormones and someone getting in your face don't mesh well." He tells the man beside him. He pinches the bridge of his nose in aggravation. Young people. "Next time, don't let her leave in the middle of the night, okay? I can't be around all the time."

And with that, James leaves the hospital. Dakota stood there, wanting to punch something or someone. He didn't understand where James of all people got off on trying to call him out on his behavior when Jillian is the one who kept something from him. But that doesn't matter right now. He still loves her and he's worried about her and his son.

Garrett and Denise arrive at the hospital shortly after Dakota's chat with James, Andrew is out of town for his first game with his team. They sit in the waiting room with himself and Joey, waiting for news. Denise goes to the Hospital Chapel for a bit to pray for her daughter and grandson. It seems like time stands still. Naturally Garrett asks questions and Dakota fills him in the best he can without fully getting into his fight with Jillian. He doesn't need her Dad trying to rip his face off in the waiting room of the Hospital. Though Garrett is usually one of the most calm people you'll meet, when it comes to his kids, it's a different story.

Annalise comes out right after Mr. and Mrs. Garrett go to get some coffee.

"How are they?" Dakota asks her. 

"It was close but Jillian and the baby made it through. The baby is doing quite well to be honest now that he's born, we will still want to keep him for a few days for observation." Annalise tells the men. If she had to guess, she'd say the baby has a magical blood coursing through his tiny veins and it's helping him survive. 

"Jillian?" Joey asks as he watches his brother thinking about what he's been told. 

"She is slowly waking up from anesthesia. Given that she was unconscious before we even placed her under, it may be a slow process. We'll be keeping her for a bit, she needs to recover from the operation and she lost quite a bit of blood during it as well." Annalise tells them.

"Can I see my son?" Dakota asks. 

"Of course, only two at a time. He's in the nursery upstairs." Annalise tells the new father. She's sure he didn't picture his son's birth going like this. 

"When can we see Jillian?" Joey asks, he's grown pretty fond of Jillian and is worried about her, as well as his nephew. He's just trying to be strong for his little brother and not think of himself during all this.

"Once she's in a room, you can see her. One at a time please." Annalise says before going to check on another patient.

By the time Dakota gets upstairs to the nursery, Jillian's parents have beat him up there somehow.

"Oh honey, our first grandbaby! Isn't he precious??" Denise asks, carefully holding the newborn up for her husband to see. 

"He sure is and to think our little Jilly Bean wanted to include her Dad in his name." Garrett boosts proudly. Dakota decides to let them have their moment before he swoops in and holds his son for the first time.

"Slade Garrett Laws. Has quite the ring to it." Denise says, cradling the little boy to her. She just prays her little girl gets to hold him soon.

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"McMurphy General Hospital" by rubysmile386 is up on the gallery.

[isabeauwolf]

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We need him for our Law collections! He's even holding the Op-Op Fruits! 😭 Rosi needs to come home!

[felixrodriguez]

Location: Parliament

@cassandra-acton

Félix yawned and looked down at his watch. A newborn and Parliament weren't exactly what he would call compatible. Especially not with the increase of tension since the shooting. Turns out when the Foreign Secretary is fucking shot, it causes a shit ton of paperwork, stress, and inquiries for everyone else. Who would have guessed?

Thirty minutes. That was enough to step out of parliament and grab an extra large cup of coffee. Or whatever it was Starbucks called it. His phone buzzed and he unlocked it to see a new text from Yvonne with a picture of Isabel sleeping against her chest. A smile spread across his lips as he typed out a quick response, looking up just in time to stop short of literally running into Cassandra Acton in the process.

"Cassie, it's good to see you. I have a thirty minute break in my unending meetings and I need actual coffee, not whatever's been in those coffee makers they try to pass off as coffee. Want to join me? I have new baby pictures I haven't already shoved in your face."

[umi-usagi]

-throws my credit card like a shuriken-

Screw groceries! I need a gay robot plush!

[incorrect-au-master]

LETS F*CKING GOOOOOOOOOOO EACH WEEK CLOSER TO MY HEADCANON!

[traincarsandstars]

//So, either this is a really intense dream, or they actually phoned in Jing Yuan for (what I presume is) a beat-down. Which begs the question...

What the f#ck is going on in Penacony?!

What could be so bad that the actual General for the Luofu has to be called in?! Like what happened!?

Chicken Wing Boy... What did you do?

(On a side note, the things circled in red are Xianzhou ships. It really looks like they called in the cavalry.)

[pierkyn]

Kiss the Sun and Scratch the Moon - Ulbrig Olesk's theme

[troius]

[theluckywizard]

In the Shattering of Things, Ch. 44: Serah Bird

Enter Hawke at last! Let the shenanigans roll!

Chapter Summary: Rose encounters a cheeky stranger at the stables and Varric presents her with a surprise.

Fic Summary: Lady Rose Trevelyan's idle, aristocratic life blinks out in a haze of irrelevance when the breach destroys the Conclave. She may be soft and coddled when she joins the Inquisition, but there's a fierceness inside her she's yet to fully recognize. Armed with only a few relevant skills and the mark that makes her a legend, she is thrust onto a path delivering hope where it’s long been scorched away and finds comfort in the grumpy, handsome stick in the mud charged with her protection and training. As she stumbles her way across southern Thedas, she begins to realize she's tangled at the center of machinations she barely understands, and she's not alone in that. Enter Hawke. Excerpt: “So what brings you to Skyhold?” I ask, always interested in the people who drift our way.

“Door to door knife sales,” he declares with a fetching grin. “Kitchen knives, utility knives, murder knives. I have one that can slice clean through a metal pipe! What do you think about that?” I tilt my head up to raise my eyebrow at him, my amusement emerging at the corner of my mouth as I study his distinctive breastplate and the longsword hitched to his belt. Feeling playful, I respond in kind.

“Take a lot of hits as a knife salesman?”

“All together too many,” he says with a cheeky grin. He scratches his head and continues, “Seriously, though, I’m here for hire. Mercenary work.”

“Is that so?” I ask, curious, setting down Juniper’s hoof and briskly wiping my hands on my breeches.

“Barnabus Bird,” he says, extending a giant hand out to me in greeting. I shake his gloved one firmly and he doesn’t let mine go immediately, his eyes dwelling on me with a glimmer of insolence.

“Quite the name for a mercenary. Memorable,” I tell him as he relinquishes my hand, befuddled by a pronounced sense of deja vu. Perhaps he was in the Red Iron crew that came to claim me. And though I know I should be wary, I feel nothing but easy across from him.

“It is, isn’t it?” he says, pleased with himself. “And your name?”

“Violet,” I improvise, knowing I’m a sitting duck with no one else around.

“And what does Violet do for the Inquisition?” he says as if he knows it’s a made up name.

“I’m— the official Inquisition weather vane adjuster,” I reply, matching the ridiculousness of his initial cover. 

“A lot of weather vanes here at Skyhold?”

“You’d be surprised!” I untie Juniper and lead her into her stall, aware of my vulnerability around a hulking mercenary in a quiet stable. Barnabus Bird returns to his horse and continues unloading her, glancing back at me appraisingly.

“That’s an interesting mark for a weather vane adjuster,” he says keenly, pointing at the faint glow in my hand and the pale streaks that climb up my arm. Shit . I’d forgotten about the Anchor. I pull my jerkin on over my filthy shirt and prepare to make my escape from the perceptive gaze of this nosy interloper.

“Of course. It helps me with my adjustments. A blessing from the Maker,” I say with a smile. I head out of the stable and turn around to bid my farewell. “See you around, Serah Bird.”

Read the Chapter Here

Also eternally grateful for @kiastirling-fanfic who proposed "weathervane adjuster" as a faux career for my Inquisitor XD

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Henry says hello 💙

[hoennsgeologyboy]

AVAST!!!

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[theblackestofsuns]

"He's Here!"

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Jaime Hernandez

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