#I often decide to bake at like 11pm at night for some reason

[kris-mage-fics]

sry for the intrusion

this was an impulse doodle and i randomly thought that i should do a chibi art of Kyrahlise at 2:45am

do hope u have a genuinely great day

Yuki, this is the opposite of an intrusion, it's a like getting a present! I love little chibi Kyrah! She's so cute and precious! Thank you so much! Also, this was my very first ask, so it feels extra special! It really brightened up my day! <3

[ushidoux]

Bury the Dead, then Other Things - Matsukawa x Reader

Summary: You figure out what Matsukawa does for a living and you’re more than a little intrigued by his day, er, night job. Inspired by @vixen-scribbles‘s post! (~1.4k words)

Warnings: nsfw, fem!reader, dead bodies, lack of respect for the dead

A/N: I hope the characterization of Mattsun isn’t off, I need to do a second watch (or watch season 4 lmfaooo)

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When Matsukawa revealed to you that he worked at a funeral home, over heavily-dressed pasta, glasses of red and white wine, and freshly-baked rosemary bread, you briefly considered that it was an odd choice for such a laid back young guy as him. However, you didn’t dwell on the thought, choosing instead to enjoy your first of many dates. He had brushed past it himself after all, focusing instead on bites of food and asking you about yourself, joking and teasing you throughout the meal.

It didn’t take very long before he had charmed you into going steady, and you quickly noticed Matsukawa was a lot busier than you expected, often working very late into the night, making it hard for you to plan dates.

You weren’t exactly sure what he did exactly at the funeral home and in the couple of months you had been dating, it hadn’t crossed your mind to clarify.

Until tonight.

Matsu, it’s almost 11pm? What burials happen this late?

You bit your lip as you sent the text, wondering if your text sounded too accusatory or too needy, but you hadn’t seen him in a week and the fact of the matter was that you were particularly horny this night, for whatever reason... Maybe it was because things had gotten a little bit too hectic at work or maybe because the days were getting shorter while the nights were getting colder, but all you could think of was how warm your insides would feel stretched out by your boyfriend’s monstrosity of a cock. You could feel yourself just drooling thinking about it, and you hugged your legs as you curled up on the couch waiting for his response. You would give him an hour, and then maybe you’d have to resort to Ol’ Reliables, your Rabbit and a vivid imagination.

He replied within 15 minutes.

I’m embalming, babe. I’ve got one last body to take care of.

Oh, that explained it.

A chill ran through your spine as you conjured up the image of your large boyfriend standing alone in a room filled with the not-so-recently departed, and then you started to think of how much you missed your boyfriend and maybe your wires crossed inappropriately, but a morbid curiosity overtook you and you texted back immediately.

Can I come see?

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You weren’t exactly sure what you’d expected. Maybe for him to say no but promise you that he’d come over right after?

Instead he gave you the address to his workplace, and you could almost see him shrugging his shoulders through the text message. He’d told you to be careful, and to make sure that you texted him the moment you arrived so he could come get you, but other than that he had no qualms about you seeing him work intimately with dead bodies.

So here you were, watching carefully, covering your eyes ever so slightly as he worked carefully on a corpse he was preparing, humming softly as you peered over his shoulder.

You winced as needles pierced long-expired flesh, sewing the lower jaw together and small lacerations of flesh, but your body relaxed into a strange comfort as you watched him carefully orient the dead person’s mouth into an almost smiling, peaceful expression and massage the person’s limbs into a pliable state. By the time Matsukawa was done shaving, hairstyling and dressing the body, it looked like the old man was merely resting, and you could almost believe it if not for the heavy stench of formaldehyde permeating the air through your face masks.

He turned to you on his stool, hands folded in his lap to prevent himself from touching you, and smirked as though he were waiting for you to compliment him on his work.

You don’t know what suddenly came over you, but your heart swelled and your lips crashed onto his.

Startled but ready to catch you, Matsukawa snapped off his gloves and pulled you onto his lap in a straddling position, now kissing you with just as much fervor, his tongue invading your mouth much unlike the deference he had to the dead. His hands hesitantly cupped your face, not wanting to spoil your pretty skin with any traces of embalming chemicals, but you were oh so beautiful and of course he had to touch your beautiful face. He pulled back just for a moment to admire you once more, an ever so slight smirk on his face.

“Are we going to do this here?”

Your breath was heavy and your eyes still focused on his, and just the way you looked at him like a cute little animal in heat had him instantly hard, not unlike the stiffness he had just spent so much time softening just moments earlier.

You nodded, a “yes, please,” airily slipping your throat, and he took your chin in his hands and engulfed you in a kiss once more.

Fluidly, you pulled both of your shirts off, and for a brief moment Matsukawa considered the indecency of shoving his cock inside of you right next to recently departed, but how could he deny you when you whined his name like this?

“M-matsu…”

“No need to be hasty, little one,” he softly replied, raising you off of him just enough that you could pull down his pants and unleash him - you had some teamwork between you already - before setting you back down.

But first-

“L-let me suck,” you murmured, quickly hesitating when you remembered exactly how big he was, and before he could stop you and tell you the floor was dirty, you were on your knees, your lips were wrapped around the head of his cock and he was enraptured with the way you worked up and down his shaft, saliva lubricating every inch of skin. And yes, now he was groaning with his eyes closed, fingers tangled in your locks as he accepted this sloppy blowjob right next to a prepared body.

The old man would probably commend him.

His fingers again played with your hair as he reveled in the sound of you taking him in so completely, you were so good to him, how blessed he was to have someone love him so dearly.

You remained like this for minutes and soon, Matsukawa pulled you up to your feet again, deciding that he would take care of you too, pulling your panties off for you to get bare and ready for him.

“You’re gonna take my cock, aren’t you, pretty baby?” He whispered directly into your ear, strong fingers gripping your sides. “All of it?”

“Y-yes…”

“Every inch?”

“Every inch,” you promised, and he smiled again, slipping a finger, then two inside you, getting you nice and wet and prepared for him to enter you.

“M-matsu-”

“You’re so tight and wet, how are you gonna fit me in, little baby?” He whispered, tut-tutting. “Mm, how?”

His fingers pumped in and out faster, making you shudder and lean into him, losing your ability to stand.

“Isn’t she so silly, ojisan?”

Was he really talking to the dead body?

But his fingers worked faster and faster and you could feel your breaths get more labored as you struggled to stay steady on your feet.

“P-please let me…”

“You wanna take me now?” Matsukawa whispered, fingers now curling to find that spot that made your insides quiver. When you let out a cry, he shushed you.

“Shhh… this is a place of rest. Come sit on me, darling.”

He positioned you onto him now and as he entered you, the sear you felt with the stretch was incredible despite being soaking wet, but he muffled your i can’ts, and it’s too much, with his own mouth onto yours.

“See, you can do it anytime, anywhere,” he whispered, holding you tight as you shuddered and squirmed on his cock while adjusting, taking a moment to lick the warm tears now streaming down your face.

“M-move, please,” you prompted him, burying yourself in his broad chest. 

“Mm,” he grunted in acceptance before holding you onto your sides again to raise you slightly before slamming you back down, bouncing you up and down his shaft as he planted his feet firmly onto the ground to prevent you both from falling off the stool.

A delicate game it was to pleasure you so fully, putting on a show besides the resting old man where you cried and he grunted and you moaned and you both agreed that this wasn’t enough and now you were standing, legs wrapped around his midsection and rolling your hips as he rutted into you.

“So dirty, you couldn’t even wait,” he teased. “No respect for the dead.”

“B-but I don’t work here, Matsu-kun, you do,” you quipped between bounces, earning a firmer, almost painful grip on your buttcheeks. He smirked.

“Say more and I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll need my services.”

[theodora3022]

Good Morning, Or Good Night(Pt.3)

Summary: Night and morning series part three! This time for my favourite boys + a little gift for a friend!

Notes: These are probably even more self indulgent than others since I love them too much. Sigma and Tetchou especially, soft but strong boys are my weakness-

Next part I will cover Yosano, Higuchi and Kouyou since I recently noticed there is a lack of content for the beautiful BSD ladies around here…

Tags: @rose-tragedy​ I hope you like this surprise gift! I included Lovecraft for you if that’s okay! I tried my best to write him... @dragoning1​ here’s sigma as you asked! 

Adding a cut for the last two boys since there will be manga spoilers.

Warnings: Fluff, self indulgent content, spoilers for the manga for anyone who only seen the anime!

Edgar Allan Poe

Bedtime: Whenever you go to sleep, or he may just stay up all night reading or writing novels.

Sometimes(it happens a lot) Edgar would get too invested in a book to eat dinner or sleep, you’ll have to remind him! Make sure he stays healthy and fed :) Brew him some of his favorite tea blends to make sure he stays hydrated!

“Ah, it’s dinnertime already? Thank you my dear, I will come right after I finish this paragraph. No Karl, you cannot go first.”

His ideal way to spend the nights would include :snuggling under a blanket with you and Karl, reading books under dim candle lights near a fireplace(if it’s winter of course).

But if you insist, Edgar will come shopping with you! As long as he gets to stop by a bookstore on the way. Be prepared to drag him out of there after two hours-

Since he lives alone in canon, I imagine Edgar usually orders takeout or buy bulks of frozen dinner at a time to avoid cooking himself. If you are willing to eat these with him, that’s no problem! But if you want to cook up things yourself, Edgar would be happy to eat them. He doesn’t strike me as the picky type, so as long it’s edible he won’t complain and will just swallow. His face would lit up if it’s delicious though!

Edgar doesn’t need to “Go to work” per se, being the guild’s planner allows him to work from home, as long as the plans are available for pick up by the end of the week. So you bet him likes to sleep in. Unless you have a regular job he will want you to stay in bed with him and Karl.

If you decide to urge him to get up, however, Edgar will grumble like a little kid. He would only begrudgingly get up after thirty minutes of you lecturing the benefits of being an early riser.

Help him brush that messy hair, tie his tie in different styles, much like Ranpo he loves being taken care of. Edgar will pack a lunch for you if you have to leave for work!

Howard Phillps Lovecraft

Bedtime:...Bold of you to assume he has one. Like he won’t just fall asleep randomly on the couch or anywhere really. It would be more useful to know about his conscious schedule.

I assume you work in the Guild along with him, if they have 9-5 work days he will try to get enough sleep in the evening but no promises. (A/N: I seriously cannot find any info on this forgive me ahhh)

He doesn’t mind if you play with his hair, in fact he loves it when you buy all kinds of elastic and hairclips for them. Howard never bothered to keep it tidy himself, but it feels...quite nice. Maybe he is just too lazy to care.

Regular shopping?Like for clothes? Buy him some chocolates on your way home, he’s going to bed. If you want to go grocery shopping? Howard is putting his coat on and ready to go. He might not have much passion for other things,  but when it comes to food consider him interested.

“No, we don’t have space for this much of Icecream? That’s disappointing. Maybe we just need a bigger fridge.”

Do not be surprised if you two come home with fifty boxes of ice cream of different flavours. His tencicles will help to carry them!

If work calls for early risings, you would need to get Howard out of bed and get him dressed. How he managed to keep his position in the Guild before is a mystery. Fitzgerald didn’t fire him for being late to work this much?

(A/N: An attempt was made, please don’t criticize me too harshly ahhhh)

Proceed with caution! The following section contains manga spoilers!

Suehiro Tetchou

Bedtime:10pm, but on days off he is willing to push it to 11pm.

As soldiers, Tetchou and you have to follow a healthy sleeping schedule, to preserve yourselves in best condition for any emergencies. But he cannot say no to your watery eyes when you plead on holidays. One hour is all he will compromise.

Like Tachihara, this guy loves to work out! Be his workout buddy, time his planks and count his pushups! Tetchou would even let you sit on his back while doing push ups just to get some extra weight and to hear your giggle.

While he prefers to exercise the evenings away, Tetchou is not opposed to watching some cheesy rom coms maybe twice a week. Expect him to  make odd remarks to the storyline and the characters though.

“Why is her hair braided that way? Oh, it’s not important to the plot? Alright. Wait, there is a dog, and he is not important either? Then why include him at all?”

Tetchou loves cuddling, would often bury his face on the crook of your neck and tickle you with his breath and unruly hair.

An Emergency mission in the middle of the night is nothing foreign to him. But you won’t hear him if you are not needed. Tetchou knows his way of being stealthy! But if you are needed, expect him to carry you out of bed an hour before, dressing you in your uniforms and putting your hair into a quick ponytail if you are still sleepy.

He is not like the last two lazy ones, Tetchou got  training to do! The mornings you two would go for a daily run in the base gym, followed by a set of stretch exercises. Then if you are lazy and would just prefer to eat in the base cafeteria, Tetchou would come along. But if you want to cook something in the little kitchen of your shared quarters, let him help with the food preparation!

Learn some reasonable dishes of his favorite color combo, and you will have a Tetchou smiling non-stop while stuffing himself. He will try to cook some regular food too, but the taste...I won’t comment on it.

Sigma

Bedtime:??? most nights you literally have to force him to go to bed at a reasonable hour!

Life as a casino manager is a busy one, with overtimes. Even with your help, Sigma would overload himself with work and get into a bit of a workaholic state often.

You cannot count how many times you had to carry him to bed at midnight. He would always apologize for bothering you, and even when you insist he is not, Sigma would still buy you something to make it up. Maybe a nice dress or another set of colorful fountain pens.

“I know I get crazy sometimes, but you and the casino is all I have, love. Please forgive me for letting you worry. Thank you for bearing with me.”

When he is actually free, or you convinced him to relax for a bit, Sigma would probably be willing to accompany you to anywhere you want. The world is still new to him, so many things to explore and try. If you take him to an amusement park he would probably scream on the rollercoasters but want to try them again!

Saying Sigma is the dictionary definition of clingy would be an understatement. Can’t blame him though, he got major abandonment issues, or separation anxiety, whichever you wish to call it. Even when he is working, you need to be somewhere in sight. It gets even harder when you two are in bed, since Sigma will not let you go to the washroom even if he is deep in the dream realm. You know he cannot control himself while sleeping, so just remember to not drink too much water before bed!

He would have the chef of the Casino restaurant to cook the meals since he does not wish to bother himself or you with these time consuming things. But if you baked some chocolate chip cookies, be ready for this man trailing after you like a needy puppy!

Part 1 for ADA 

Part 2 for Port Mafia

[baby-bearie]

3 am - D.S.

a/n: i definitely posted this before, but for some reason it has disappeared off of the face of tumblr, so here it is again. actually one of my favorite imagines.

it was insane. everything felt insane.

everything feels insane in the ungodly hours of the morning.

but here you both were, at 2:49 am, standing in front of andrew's house.

andrew was never a good boyfriend. no, he wasn't ever violent. but the most common pains are never physical. he hurt you. he acted like you barely even existed, ditched you for his friends or for other girls he insisted he was just friends with, and was rather possessive about who you hung out with. that was what ultimately led to your break-up. andrew was always jealous. often unrealistically, but he was jealous of daniel, your best friend. in the past, andrew had succeeded in convincing you that your friends were against you, and got you to even push a few good people out of your life. but the line was drawn when it came to daniel. so when andrew started telling you that daniel was no good for you, you instead began to question if andrew was no good for you.

funny enough, it was him who broke up with you.because he assumed that you were messing around with daniel. heated words were exchanged, and he called it. you were upset from the fight, but subconsciously relieved because you had begun to realize that andrew was the real problem.

but that didn't mean you weren't heartbroken. it still hurt as much as any other break-up. so you went to your best friend, daniel.

at 8 pm, you were at his house. the second he saw your blotchy cheeks and red nose at his door his expression changed from confusion to concern.

"hey, hey, whoa. why are you crying?" he tugged you into his apartment and closed the door behind.

"a-andrew broke up with me." you reached up to wipe away your tears.

"oh, god. what a dick." daniel ran a hand through his hair.

daniel might have seemed averagely calm to the untrained eye, but you had known him for too long. the way his foot began tapping as if he needed to do something, the tiny bit of extra force with which he threw up his hands. he was angry.

"yeah, i know. it's okay, im okay."

"c'mon let's get your mind off it."

and daniel had really tried to force you to forget. the two of you baked, binged and bawled. well, you bawled and daniel sat there comforting you, hating andrew with a passion.

at about 11pm, you decided you might as well stay the night at daniel's since you were gonna be back tomorrow morning for more moral support.

however, at 12:30 am you were still awake, lying on daniel's bed. daniel had, as usual, insisted you have the bed and he went to sleep on the couch. but judging by the shuffling noises coming from the living room, he wasn't asleep either. you laid awake for a little longer until finally drifting off at 12:57.

at 2:09, your eyes snapped open. your feeling of restlessness from the night was replaced with a subtle anger. you felt the need to punch a wall and scream-cry. you wanted to even the playing field. you barely hesitated to question the feeling before tiptoeing down the hall to the couch, where daniel sprawled. he laid on his back, his long limbs were awkwardly sprawled out over the couch.

you lightly nudged his shoulder, causing him to shift his position, almost slapping you as he did.

"dani. daniel, wake up."

daniel's eyes fluttered open to you hovering above him, brows furrowed and hair spilling over your shoulders.

he groaned a bit. "(y/n), what time is it?"

his voice was groggy, and your heart beat a bit faster.

you ignored that.

you looked up to see the clock and looked back down at him, smiling sympathetically. "2 am."

"2 am?!" daniel groaned, turning back into the couch to sleep, rolling into his blanket.

"daniiii, come on!" you whined, trying and failing to roll him back over. when you got no response, you grabbed the blanket and yanked it out from under him. the boy inside tumbled out onto the carpet and you stood above him.

"c'mon. let's go."

"where?"

"anywhere."

at 2:20 am, daniel had not been expecting to be climbing into the driver seat of his car. this was one of many surprises that night.

the first was, of course, (y/n) showing up at his apartment with blotchy cheeks, crying about her pathetic excuse of a boyfriend.

the second was the hurt he felt for her, the need to take away her pain, to make the hurt stop.

the third surprise of the night was the anger he slowly built up. the anger that anyone could treat her the way andrew did. daniel was such a calm person, so why the sudden urge to smack down andrew?

all these emotions overwhelmed daniel, who was growing more and more awake as he drove (y/n) around aimlessly, hoping she'd tell him what was going on.

but the fourth surprise happened in the morning, at 2:34 am when daniel glanced over at (y/n) to see her leaning her head on the window, smiling gently. the moonlight barely illuminated her as it reflected off the window and daniel felt one of the biggest surprises of his life.

he was in love with his best friend.

taking a few deep breaths, daniel ripped his eyes off the girl next to him and set them back on the road ahead. clearing his throat he asked for the fourth time.

"where are we going?"

"turn left."

he turned.

"(y/n) seriously, wh"-

"turn left again."

"wait a second are we"-

"turn right."

(y/n) went to get out of the car, but daniel was quick to lock the doors.

"what are we doing here?" daniel turned to look at you and you turned away, failing to notice the slight change in the way he looked at you.

"andrew's going to have what he deserves."

"god, (y/n), have you thought this out at all?" daniel threw his head back, covering his face with his hands.

"of course i have, that's why there's eggs in the backseat."

"huh- what?" daniel whipped around in his seat, craning over to see two cases of eggs sitting in the back seat. he turned back to you, who was smiling as you reached over him to unlock the doors.

"let's go, you big baby."

daniel groaned but stepped out of the car, reaching into the back to get the egg cases.

you both stood on the lawn. he held the eggs above your head when you reached for them.

"before i give you these, are you entirely sure that you want to do this?"

you rolled your eyes at him.

"yes, mom. i hate how tall you are."

he smiled and handed you an egg case. the two of you turned to face the large face of the house.

2:49 am

and now here you were, standing in front of andrew's house, with a boy who you knew would do anything for you.

"you get the front and i'll get the sides." he whispered.

and he was gone.

2:56 am

you both stood in front on your masterpiece, admiring it.

"he always was an egghead." you whispered.

daniel chuckled at that.

he turned to face you as you scanned the house for missed spots.

2:57 am

"dani, stop staring, it's creepy." you spoke without even looking at him.

he smiled at the ground, shaking his head.

you laughed and took his hand, pulling him towards the car.

2:58 am

you sat in the car, but daniel wasn't preparing to back out. you waited patiently, looking out the window at the streetlights.

2:59 am

"(y/n)."

"yeah?" you turned to look at daniel and the sight almost startled you.

his eyes sparkled with a new intensity you'd never seen. he was barely a couple inches away from you and you could feel his breath dust your face.

daniels eyes searched yours for any signs of you stopping, of you not wanting this, but you seemed to lean in a bit more.

3 am

daniel's lips met yours and you melted. it was one moment that seemed to stretch into millions. if love poems and love songs were a moment, this was that moment. you could feel him smiling into the kiss and you smiled back.

a light flicked on.

you and daniel jerked apart, wide eyes looking up at the house. the top window was open, and bright light flooded out.

"hey! you! hey!"

you and daniel looked at each other.

3:01 am

"DRIVE, YOU IDIOT, DRIVE!"

tags: @annabseavey @coolkidcorbyn @anxious-avery @danieldelicate @babyzacharyy @perfectlyseavey @seqveydaniel @zachheroin @katie-avery @5sos-seavey

[harelan]

1-10 for Matilda, 11-20 for Rosanna!

owo thank u griff !!!!!!!!!

matilda

1. What does their bedroom look like?

at home, not at skyhold: light wood floors, whitewash walls or very subtly patterned wallpapers. a big-ish bed with a Lot of blankets, quilts, pillows on it, but all mismatched. one wall is all bookshelves, and one wall is mostly window. lace curtains.cluttered to hell.

2. Do they have any daily rituals?

she tries very hard not to, just because circle life was so structured. especially during inquisition, what she’d being doing or when she’d wake up was pretty unpredictable. she makes breakfast every single day though, no matter when she eats it. sometimes she’s up early enough to help skyhold’s servants prepare it. sometimes she saunters into the kitchens at 11pm and makes pancakes for herself. a true enigma. 

3. Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

k. kind of? she uses her staff like a quarterstaff or even a spear sometimes, because she figures she needs to know how to fight if she gets purged by a templar. so she trains with that. but she doesn’t go running or anything. just combat drills. 

4. What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

depends on her mood. good mood, she’ll just squeeze in and help. bad mood, she’ll squeeze in and do whatever the fuck she wants. she’s usually considerate though. 

5. Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

she’s clean but not particularly attentive to her looks. like, she takes a bath and then gets distracted and just lets her hair drip dry. she might remember to brush her hair. she makes her own perfume, though! 

she’s organized but not clean. like someone will be like “oh i need a quill” and she’ll be like “oh theres one under my bed just to the right of the bottom post closest to the door” she cleans up every few weeks and puts things back so it doesn’t get too bad, but in her day to day she cannot be arsed. 

6. Eating habits and sample daily menu

OH HOHOHO matilda eats Lavishly but she cooks it herself so it’s ok. she makes a lot of sweets and even if it isn’t supposed to be sweet, she makes it sweet. so she cooks pork a lot, just because it can handle being sweet. 

breakfast: honey amaranth bread with apricot jam, fresh raspberries, one (1) fried egg, and either bacon or beans depending on what’s available 

lunch: potato fish cakes, lemony asparagus, n a cream cheese griddle cake 

tea: lemon-cream tart, or sugar pears, or rosewater tea cakes with tea or juice

dinner: roasted duck, baked brie, idk some kind of veg, and meringue cake (like a pavlova)

i spent way too long in this and now im hungry. 

7. Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

she usually wastes time by reading or going for a walk/ride. but she doesn’t really have a job so most of the things she does are like...useful in some way. except the kind of stuff she reads is wonderful trash sentimentalist make-you-cry novels. 

she knows the importance of taking care of herself and most of the other stuff she does is for other people, so she gives herself a day in bed with a book every now and then without any guilt. 

8. Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

sweets, definitely, or otherwise decadent foods. and she doesn’t give a single shit. she cooks and she shares so people can die mad about it. 

9. Makeup?

naaaah. i mean, she wouldn’t even know where to start. josephine does her makeup for her before halamshiral. but on her own? she’s not at all invested in being pretty. i mean, she’s already just naturally pretty and it hasn’t exactly benefited her so. no. 

10. Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

she’s pretty chill and reasonable idk? she keeps her study as she likes it and gets irritated if people move things around. 

rosanna

11. Intellectual pursuits?

she’s very much not an intellectual. she has some theological opinions, but they’re just opinions and she’s not some kind of chantry scholar. 

12. Favorite book genre?

she....can’t really read. she’d read romance novels if she did read, but tabloid magazines are more her thing. 

13. Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

all my characters r bisexual, though rosanna definitely has a preference for men. she on that internalized heteronormativity. she’s one of those liberals who wishes everyone would just shut up about their various marginalized identities, so she’s not particularly sympathetic and....maybe a leetle homophobic. 

14. Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

she has faded scars on her hands and a tomato allergy. 

15. Biggest and smallest short term goal?

biggest, divorce her husband (oh hi i decided she and her creepy artist amoroso got married)

smallest would be like. humiliate lord so-and-so at this upcoming party. 

16. Biggest and smallest long term goal?

biggest, and i mean big ambitious thing she doesn’t even think about because it’s too big and scary and impossible, is to topple the institution of slavery in tevinter that literally ruined her life. 

smallest, visit antiva. 

17. Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

whatever is fashionable. she’s known for personalizing her clothes, usually with intricate embroidery or hand-made lace. she wears lingerie a lot. 

18. Favorite beverage?

she drinks a lot of black tea with honey, but her favorite drink is champagne. 

19. What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

upcoming social events, generally? or like what she has to do tomorrow, what she neglected to get done today. 

20. Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

answered here

[kelpieking]

New Year same resolution

I obviously keep my blog going as much as I ever kept my diary. I am quite keen to give this blogging thing a go. So with my time on Easdale now limited I thought what better way than maybe just starting to share what island life is like. 

When I started writing this apparently it was Friday though really days of the week have little meaning apart from purely titles. As I am self-employed, work days are whenever there is work on and with my trying to develop my seaweed company, nearly every day can be a work day. There is a memory, an echo of what weekends are and I am reminded of them because there are occasions when I can enjoy them with my wife, who lives and works in Glasgow and who is coming up by train this evening. Back to today, Friday 26th of January, I am providing crew cover on the Easdale ferry, a 7am start and 11pm finish, it is a fair long day, though not really that trying in the winter. Yes the days may be short on daylight and indeed often wet, windy or cold or a mixture of all three, but when it is sunny, then it is all worth it. Plus there is such thing as a winter timetable, so through-out the day from 10:15, the ferry runs every 30 minutes and from 19:30 again every 30 minutes until 21:00 with a 23:00 available on a Friday and Saturday. The ferry journey is only 5 minutes, depending on the weather of course. The wind direction is key during strong winds and gales. Easdale Sound runs on an almost direct north-south axis (something like 350-170 degrees axis), so anything from the north and especially the north west means the wind blows right down the sound and into the harbour at Ellenabeich where the ferry pulls into. Any westerly winds usually means big swells and these can run through the sound, and with an incoming tide creating wind-over-tide conditions, big waves and rollers with wash through and crash upon the shores and of course into Ellenabeich pier. 

So the winter is the time everyone pays particular attention to the weather forecast. The weather today, well so far living up to forecast: cold, clear, sunny and crisp up until lunchtime (13:00) and then clouding over with the chance of some rain or drizzle. Well the rain did arrive by 19:30 with a south easterly breeze has picking up slightly, probably due to swing to the west over night. It’s been a cool day, not very cold but a distinct chill in the air. Certainly cold enough first thing for a slight frost to hit the island, making some of the grass (and mud) crunch underfoot and any slate on the paths pretty slippy. My cottage is a actually pretty cold, the nature of building regulations for Easdale (a heritage conservation area) seeming to mean houses vary in their degree of heat retention and whether insulation can be put in. Mine doesn’t have such luxury, with no mains gas, there is no central heating just two storage heaters (though one is not working at the moment, I suspect a fuse has blown). At the moment every morning involves lighting the fire. As romantic as fires are, I mean nothing is visually warming to the mind and heart as a roaring fire and of course it literally does warm one up, I don’t think it is something many folk across the UK think about having to do. And to get at least part of the cottage warm, I have to light my fire (or if feeling lazy turn the oven on). The fire has been lit all day and so my living room was duly toasty, then again I am also quite well wrapped up for spending the day out on the ferry. 

For some reason I was a wee bit sleepy all day, luckily my skipper is as fond of coffee as I am so we were operating on freshly ground strong coffee for much of the day. It is a good thing of being on the ferry, one does get time on occasion to do other things between ferry runs. At lunchtime I managed to make bread. I had the option of asking someone who was in town to bring a loaf back (I am about to run out) but figured just as easy to bake some. 

Yes that it is the thing about being on the ferry for a few days, and generally living on an island or any remote place: planning ahead with meals and making do if you have forgotten to pick up something in town. Because Oban is 16 miles up the road, so 32 mile round trips do generally have to encompass more than just getting a pint of milk. 

Back the day, well the island is home to a very healthy population of voles, you can see their wee run routes through the grass. Two of them took up residence in my cottage and despite a few capture and releases, they have come back in. I have narrowed down where they live, in the built in cupboard where the fuse boxes are and the washing machine is. In fact I think they live beneath the washing machine, which sits upon a small pallet. Well of course the previous week it was stormy and snowy and cold, so I couldn’t capture and release them into that now! Realising that actually the reason why they roam around the cottage so much is because they are hungry, I have decided to start some feeding experiments. Currently they are eating between 12g and 14g of bird seed a day, with some indication that they really like sunflower seeds, and given the option of pine nuts, will eat the bird seed first. The reason I decided to start feeding my voles is the night I realised that one was climbing over my bed and ran along the top of my pillow. I could hear them trying to gnaw through something underneath my bed, discovered it was forgotten chocolate in a present bag that had been knocked under the bed and promptly got rid of it. I then put out some bird feed, watched it nibble some then start scrabbling at the bedroom door to get out and back to its mate. The feeding started after that night of little sleep. Since then, no more voley experiences, though I can hear them in the little cupboard. So today I separated out the sunflower seeds within the 16g of bird feed I put out for them, 2g of sunflower seeds and 14g of generic seeds. I predict the sunflower seed will be gone first. 

Friday wasn’t a bad wildlife day I suppose, saw the kestrel hovering over the island and on the otherside, two buzzards soaring above the cliffs overlooking Ellenabeich and the otter was sighted in the sound.

A student arrived in the afternoon, someone who is going to develop on-line registration for the World Stone Skimming Championships, thanks to a successful Interface application by the Stone Skimming committee. The student seems very nice and eager to get working. 

The day closed with having to run up to Oban to collect my wife, Dr B, and an ever stiffening breeze. I did manage to bake some bread and tidy the cottage up a bit, so felt quite productive.

The last ferry was for the darts teams, with the returning Easdale team having been victorious and the departing Oyster team also having been victorious against the second Easdale team.

So this is going up after the weekend which is a bit silly, I might as well make note of what else happened on the island on Saturday.

Saturday the first ferry is at 7:45 so still feels early. The morning started off wet and a wee bit windy. However as the day wore on, the wind picked up in strength and despite the forecast being for cloud, the sun and blue sky did breakthrough. The wind started off from the south and as the day wore on brought in squally heavy showers. Needless to say one of the first things I did after the 7:45 was to light the fire. Dr B had marking to do and so spent the day working through her students dissertations. 

And the wind just slowly increased in speed and with an inevitability swung round to the west, blasting right down Easdale sound. When the tide is on the ebb, generally the sound is calmer when the wind is from the west as it is wind with tide. However, there seemed to be plenty of wave action getting through, so much so we were a bit concerned about when the tide would turn. For this reason Mellon took the web design student off the island and back up to Oban to catch his train. 

I was treated to lunch in the Puffer by Dr B, which was delightful along with a much needed coffee. We discussed aspects of the dissertation she was marking. Young Fin and Laura were in as well, so we were all duly distracted by Fin and reading some of his books, especially the bird one which made noises! Ok Fin is like 15 months old so they are baby books, but very cool books. Now I quite like to take a walk at lunchtime if I am on the ferry just to have a bit of exercise. Of course I never made it all the way round the island, the sound of crashing waves on the back shore meant I ended up just standing and watching, considering the importance of wave action on the distribution of seaweeds on the shoreline and then considering the sea foam and what might be contained within. I scurried back to my cottage (Dr B was still in the Puffer) to grab a petri dish and headed back to the backshore to scoop up some foam. My intention was to have a look at it using my USB microscope, though this did not in the end prove very successful, so I will try again. 

Dr B made a very tasty veg lasagne for tea. By 18:15 (the last ferry before tea) the wind was coming fully from the west and was bringing big gusts making it difficult to get back out of Ellenabeich. By 19:30 it was bad enough for the ferry to be called off. I used the time to prepare for travelling down to London for A Taste of Argyll at the House of Commons that I am partaking in. We did no further ferry runs, for in the dark with unknown ferocious squalls blasting through, it is a risky challenge to take the wee ferry into Ellenabeich and then turn it around to get back to Easdale. It’s not the most manoeuvrable of vessels and the engine has been known to cut out on occasion. So by 21:00 we secured the ferry and called it a night. Dr B and I then went to the Puffer for a cheeky drink (just the one, ok maybe two pints of Aurora by Windswept). Then we called it a night at 10pm. We were both pretty sleepy, though we did squeeze in one episode of Black Mirror before going to bed. 

And that was two days on the island during January, the dark month.