#adaar x harding

[bodybetters]

RULES: answer all questions, add one question of your own, and tag as many people as there are questions

thank you @good-enemy for the tag <3

coke or pepsi: coke

disney or dreamworks: sorry but i prefer disney i could name maybe like two dreamworks movies off the top of my head

coffee or tea: tea because coffee tastes burnt

books or movies: books

windows or mac: windows

dc or marvel: unfortunately i am a marvel fan

x-box or playstation: i havent used either of these in years

dragon age or mass effect: what

night owl or early riser: night owl

cards or chess: cards

chocolate or vanilla: depends on the food but usually vanilla

vans or converse: docs

lavellan, trevelyan, cadash, or adaar: ⁉️

fluff or angst: angst. hurt that blorbo you know you want to

beach or forest: beach

dogs or cats: dogs by default because im allergic to cats

clear skies or rain: clear skies but like the kind of clear skies when its sunny with no clouds in the sky but its chilly out

cooking or eating out: depends on the food

spicy food or mild food: mild food bc im a picky eater and also white

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: hanukkah

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: a little too cold

if you could have a superpower what would it be: telekinesis but that might just be because im a jean grey girlie

animation or live action: live action

paragon or renegade: ⁉️

baths or showers: baths but unfortunately showers are more convenient

team cap or team iron man: i hate both of them

fantasy or sci-fi: anyone who knows me knows i am the biggest fantasy lover out there

do you have three or four favorite quotes, if so what are they: idk i have a lot but i couldnt name them off the top of my head

youtube or netflix: youtube

harry potter or percy jackson: percy jackson obviously. he'd also kick harry potter's ass but thats a whole other conversation

when do you feel accomplished: when i succeed

star wars or star trek: ive seen bits of star wars so that one

paperback books or hardcover books: hardcover books because they have built in bookmarks and also theyre pretty

live in a world without literature or music: nice try but no

who was the last person to make you laugh: i dont know probably my dad

city or countryside: city i love the city i am a big city person (i dont live in a big city)

favorite chips: baked lays

pants or dresses: pants

libraries or museums: museums we have no good libraries here

character driven stories or plot driven stories: oh thats hard. probably plot but i do love a good character driven story

bookmarks or folding pages: bookmarks

dream job: music therapist

what gives you comfort: my dog. also music

what are you currently having brain rot levels of interest over: the once upon a broken heart series by stephanie garber and also maisie peters's music

what is your current favorite song: coming of age by maisie peters

(added question) how many books have you read this year?

tagging @henwilsons @napollya @thegoosewitch and whoever else is interested

[rosella-writes]

happy friday/dadwc!! for a prompt, for any character or relationship you'd like, may i submit a couple lines of poetry: "anise-seed, thorn tiny and mortal, / thorn that brings immortal pain" (from sunstone by octavio paz tr. eliot weinberger) ?

Thank you!! For @dadrunkwriting

Pairing: Bryn Adaar (they/them) x Josephine Montilyet Rating: M (some brief smut) Warnings: mention of past dubcon, sex trauma, fantasy racism

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Humans liked Bryn. 

They liked how tall they were. They liked to trace the ridges of keratin in their spiralling horns. They liked to hold on and maneuver their head where they wanted it. They liked to yank on their nose ring and call them an ‘oxman’ while Bryn tried their best to please them. 

After they were done, Bryn always swore never to let another touch them again. 

The other Vashoth understood them better than the humans in the Free Marches ever could, but they didn’t lay with one another — it was too messy to mix business and pleasure, Shokrakar always said. The Tal Vashoth who joined them didn’t have much trouble with this rule, treating it like something that was a matter of course. You drank and fought and played and lived alongside your friends — you didn’t fuck them. 

Given long enough, Bryn starved. But the touch they sought out never satisfied them — the humans drawn to them treated them like an oddity, something large and exotic to fulfil a fantasy. They grew to hate the eager flash in their eyes, the way they got sized up by a creature licking its chops at the thought of them naked. They grew to loathe how they were always expected to perform like an animal in a circus, as if by being large they were brutish in wresting control. 

Ravish me, said the women. 

Use me, said the men. 

And Bryn would wash their skin until it was raw for days after, hating themself for wanting anything at all. 

When the Ambassador said that they were even taller than she imagined, Bryn pushed it aside. She was just another human, grasping after the unusual and strange. 

But then she carefully asks, “My Lady? My Lord? Or my Liege?” Bryn tells her, and Josephine blessedly never asks again. 

Months pass. Bryn brings flowers. They stop an assassination. They kiss the Ambassador in the garden, fondly watching her blush among scrounged vandal aria and potted peonies. And the night after they return, high on success after a public duel, Josephine finally asks them to her room.

Josephine wants to know how they want to be touched. She asks where — she asks as she goes if it’s okay, if it’s too much or not enough. She never moves without Bryn’s permission. 

And Bryn guiltily finds themself missing the greed of humans past. 

If Josephine wanted them, wouldn’t she be pulling at their clothes already? Wouldn’t she have her mouth on them before they’d said yes? Wouldn’t she plunge her fingers inside, eager only to fuck them, whether it felt good or not?

It’s easier to ignore the discomfort, for now, and plunge into the role they love and know well. It’s hard for humans to touch or look or want when they’re being distracted — and Bryn is greedy for Josephine’s skin, greedy for the sound of her, jealous of anything else that touches her. They lift her from the bed, enveloping her in their arms, to steal the contact the sheets have with her back. They fuck her, their magic plunging deep into her heat and transferring the sensation of it to their clit — they moan with her as they kiss gratitude into her mouth.

If Bryn loves Josephine well enough, they can push away the fear that this time will be just like all the others. If Bryn does this perfectly, they can ignore that Josephine’s handling of them feels like thorns under her gentle fingertips. They can disregard the deep, contradictory ache that wants to be abused, at the same time that it wants to be seen and loved, at the same time that it can’t bear to ask for what it needs.

[liaragaming]

I have fully converted from a Solas x Adaar stan to a Solas x Cadash/Harding/Dagna/any dwarf romance stan.

Solas leaning down to kiss them

Solas supporting them (by the ass of course) so they can reach higher places

Kisses where he's picked them up, and they've wrapped their legs around his waist.

It's so goddamn cute.

I can't even.

[littlelostmabari]

Day 7: Dragon

Word Count: 800 f!Adaar x Bull. CW: canon-typical violence, blood

"Bull, no!"

"Bull yes!"

There was blood before there was fire. The beast had not even opened his mouth before The Iron Bull's greatsword had slashed down one of the tendons of it's great legs. He was hacking off a pair of claws by the time Inquisitor Adaar caught up to Bull with Dorian and Cassandra.

"Goddamnit, Bull, you gotta warn us when you go all reaver!" Dorian hissed from far behind the Tal-Vashoth warrior.

"If you're jealous, you can just get up here and get a bite all for yourself!"

Adaar had to admit that Bull did look amazing when he went 'all reaver', but they had barely gotten up off of their bedrolls by the time her kadan had spotted wings on the horizon.

Her daggers were unsheathed and embedded in the dragon's flank as it swung a wing across the field, ignoring the geysers of steam that bashed against the tender membrane. The creature flung its head up in the air and shook from nose to tail with an enormous roar. Adaar felt Dorian's shield caress the portions of her armor that were uncovered — just in time for the momentum of a strike towards Cassandra to dash her body against steel-hard scales.

The creature gave another shake, finally focusing on the pain of Adaar's daggers in its side. The scales slipped and slid under her feet, until there was nothing holding her up but the one dagger in her left hand, which was covered in the blood leaking from the wounds. She was rapidly losing her grip, until one final shudder wiggled the steel from under her fingertips. As the ground came up under her feet, she tucked and rolled under the dragon with another slash at the creature before finding her footing and sprinting out of the way of a clash of jaws.

Cassandra appeared out of nowhere to bash the beast across the snout with her shield and a very no, bad dragon grimace across her face. It winced, Cassandra and Adaar shared a shocked glance, before it returned it's attention to them with another snarl. Adaar flinched to the left, Cassandra to the right. Adaar caught a backup dagger casually tossed to her by Bull, and the fight continued.

It was easy enough to piss the dragon off, but killing it was an entirely different story. Dorian had finally managed to hold it to the ground with an enormous purple fist around it's neck, but the creature was still struggling, even as Adaar sprinted up the bones of the wing that was closest to her.

Then Dorian's spell fell apart and the wing flung her up like a catapult.

Something snapped in the shoulder she landed on, and she hoped it was her armor… but no, the pain emerged a split second later. Dorian had healing magic already pouring into her, but the pain didn't hesitate to fade her vision into pinpricks.

Cassandra yelled something that Adaar couldn't hear over the sound of the dragon making another turn towards her with a fiery rumble. Jaws and teeth filled what was left of her vision, backlit with a growing ball of flame. Her eyes widened. A shield went up around her but Adaar knew it wouldn't be enough.

"NOT HER!" came the bellow.

Then the jaws and teeth and fire snapped to the right, and Adaar's attention snapped with it. The Iron Bull had shoved a greatsword up into the belly of the beast, and it was the last thing that the dragon could do to survive to slash with all the talons of it's back foot across the stomach of the Iron Bull.

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The blood seeping through the bandages was warm, but thank the Maker it had slowed from when it was seeping through her fingers on the battlefield an hour ago.

Dorian downed their last spare Lyrium and pressed his fingers to the skin around both her hands and the bandages and murmured an incantation under his breath. Bull's abdominal muscles tensed as the healing magic passed between the two men and started knitting flesh back together.

Bull's hand pulled itself up from the cot and settled on hers. A hand much larger than her own, and discolored from its normal due to blood loss.

"I am fine, kadan," a deep voice rumbled through her fingertips. Her glance upward met one dark eye and one beaten eye patch, paired with a smile that was easily strained. The hand that wasn't under his snaked it's way up his bare chest to cup his face, and a gentle smile lit up the sides of her lips.

It was his Ben-Hassarath training that keyed him into what was coming next. The tension in the smile, the shake in the hand that rested underneath hers, the pressure of her knee pressed up into his side where skin was unblemished.

"If you ever run in on your own like that again, my darling, I will kill you myself."

The Iron Bull could only grin.

[fiharri]

Welcome to DADWC day!! How bout some f!Adaar x Josephine and 'temperance: communication, healing, moderation: “I’m here for you. You can talk to me.” possible AUs/settings/ideas: comfort, deep talks, hugging, woundtending'

Thank you!! And oooh yes this is very good. Using Herah Adaar for this, mage with she/they pronouns. Set post-Inquisition. This is for @dadrunkwriting!

Herah swore very loudly in Qunlat. Well, not quite Qunlat, it was the variety that the Valo-Kas spoke, but it was a swear nonetheless.

Josephine rushed in from her office on hearing the crash and the swear. "Herah? Love?"

"M'fine, Josie. Just…" She gestured to the jar she'd unceremoniously dropped. "Too heavy for one hand."

"Let's clean this up."

Together they collected the spare pieces of ceramic that had smashed and wrapped them in a cloth to be disposed of later. The jam they'd contained was luckily not too difficult to clean up with a bit of magic and a bit of cloth-work.

At the end of it, Herah looked exhausted. Not just tired, but the kind of exhausted one gets when they're not only tired but frustrated with themself above all else. She waved her hand towards Josephine. "You can go back to…what you were doing. Sorry to distract you."

"You are never a bother to me, Herah. Come here."

Unable to resist Josephine's pull, Herah turned to her partner and met her eyes.

Josephine took Herah's face in her hand and cradled it. Reaching up at this angle could be awkward, so it became clear that she had planned this action. Her finger ran over the scar on the tal-vashoth's cheek as she said, "I'm here for you. You can talk to me."

"I'm supposed to be the Inquisitor. Competent." Herah pulled away, instantly regretting the motion. "Now I can't even get jam on my own."

"We knew this would be an adjustment." Josephine tried her best to guide Herah to sit on their nearby lounge, taking place at her side. "You knew it wouldn't be as simple as picking life up where you left off."

"I know." Herah sighed as she sat, unable to look Josephine in the eye. "But I don't like being useless."

Josephine retorted in a much more snappy voice than Herah expected. "You are not useless. Never useless."

"I really shouldn't be so down in the dumps about it, huh?" They laughed, trying to draw something more light out of all they'd said. "It's hard. You know, in the Valo-Kas, you only earn what you can work for. I got as far as I did because of my magic. Iss-"

"You are not only your usefulness, Herah. You are also your kindness. Your generosity. Your foresight. Your quick tongue. Your humor." Josephine had grabbed Herah's hand again, running her fingers over the knuckles. "You are the woman that I love, and a few broken jars will not change that."

"You are a romantic at heart, Josephine Montilyet."

"I am well aware." And they smiled at each other.

[bbbb-co]

Guys I might compile my DA worldstate into 1 canon because. I am trying really hard to get out of the habit of replaying games because my character didn’t ‘fit the story’ the first time round. With that in mind! I can’t decide who I’m keeping

Warden: As much as I love Bemot (my brosca morriganmancer, #1 boy dad) my heart will always lie with Assana Mahariel (ultimate sacrifice, doomed romance with Sten, epitome of duty before self) A fun bonus is that I can headcanon Davrin named Assan after her and it still makes sense >:3

Hawke: This one I’m torn on. We’ve got my Warrior fenrismancer Leo, pretty wary of magic until right at the last second when he couldn’t stand to put circle mage Bethany in danger. Or Fiona, my Blood mage Isabela romance that’s fiercely anti Templar and anti circle, 100% thought Anders was right (if a bit crazy for other reasons).

Inqy: Leaning towards my warrior Solavellan Nadasa, (playing her rn!) - respectful, faithful, whole world comes crashing down as time goes on but is still desperately clinging to everything she believes (ie, the vallaslin are a symbol of her culture, blackwall can redeem himself etc) BUT I do really like my Adaar, Kost (also a warrior bc I love warrior x mage). Dorianmancer, tal vashoth with a young son that he loves more than anything. A complete gentle giant softie whose life keeps being turned upside down.

[whereismywarden]

Ooooo i am looking 👀 at “Cullen x Asaara sex scene”

Hehe 😏

Alright, so for context... Actually, I've forgotten the full context because I haven't written an outline lmao, but IIRC the gist of it is: Pre-Kirkwall uprising, the two of them team up to go after a blood mage (that's when they first meet). They travel together and eventually end up caught in a storm. They find a cave where they can wait it out and dry themselves.

Here's a little not quite safe for work snippet under the cut:

Cullen did his best not to let his eyes wander over her body. Qunari wore little armour and once she had removed her breastplate and pauldrons, all that remained was a thin band of cloth that barely covered her breasts. She took it off too, staring straight at him. His heartbeat quickened. He swallowed hard, but kept his eyes set on hers. He removed his own tunic and threw it over his pile of discarded armour. (...). With one quick swoop, she untied the rope keeping her loose trousers secured and let them fall delicately to her feet. Cullen took his breeches off with a lot less grace. (...) Adaar took notice of his growing arousal and smiled. Maker's breath, she was so beautiful.

[heylavellan]

prompt me!!

This Week's Interests

Lucanis x Rook as I just finished Veilguard

I played DA2, so let me in!!! Handers, Fenhawke, Merribela, Carver x Cullen, Carver x Nathaniel Howe, Bethany x Nathaniel Howe, Zevhawke, Merrill x Hawke, Hawke + Companions polycule.

Been sitting on my Dadquisition AU, which is a Cousland Inquisitor x Dorian with children from a previous marriage.

For AU fun, I've been rotating the coffee shop au in my brain. But, its spooky season so vampire and zombie aus are also go >:]

Things I Write

PC ships will use my OCs unless another name or OC is specified.

Fave Ships: Zevwarden, Dorian x Inquisitor, Cullen x Inquisitor, Alistair x Warden, Cullistair, Teagan x Warden, Dorian x Cullen, The Iron Bull x Inquisitor, Ser Gilmore x Cousland, Duncan x Cailan, Lanaya x Warden, Leliana x Warden, Sigrun x Warden, Maric x Loghain, Duncan x Warden, Krem x Cullen, Josephine x Inquisitor, Finn x Arianne, Dorian x Anders, Handers, Fenhawke, Merribela, Zevistair, Dorian x Krem, Carver x Cullen, Carver x Nathaniel Howe, Bethany x Nathaniel Howe, Rylen x Cullen, Rylen x Krem, Zevhawke, Merrill x Hawke

Fave platonic ships: Alistair & Zevran, Lavellan & Zevran, Shale & Wynne, Ferelden circle besties (Jowan, Anders, Finn, and mage!Warden), Cousland & Ser Gilmore, Vivienne & Dorian, Dorian & Solas, Sera & Cole, Fergus & Nathaniel Howe

Fave Characters/NPCs: Ser Gilmore, Zevran, Alistair, Sten, Oghren, Wynne, Arl Eamon, Anora, Loghain, Duncan, Jowan, Bann Teagan, Irving, Lanaya, Riordan, Lace Harding, Sera, Dorian, The Iron Bull, Cassandra, Varric, Cullen, Leliana, Krem, Nathaniel Howe

Meet my OCs:

(descriptions of them can be found here!)

Rhiannon Amell (they/she)

Ramsay Cousland (any)

Elwyn Lavellan (he/they)

Ariadne Trevelyan (she/her)

Inquisitor!Basileus Cousland (he/him)

Shokra Adaar (they/he)

Prompt Help

anything goes, but no idea what to send? try a fave song lyric, poem, or try one of my prompts!

What to Expect

A little bit fruity

As a big ol' fruit, I'm most likely to write my ships as gay or in some other way queer. So if you want something cishet (or want to explore a specific identity), you'll need to specify.

[morganlefaye79]

OC Tag Game

I was tagged by @cleverblackcat. Thank you for sharing your OC’s with us! 💜

Well I have so many OC I don’t even know if I can fit all of them, probably not x) So I have only for Dragon Age 19, for Cyberpunk 2077 7, and for Mass Effect one.

Tagging forward: @kittynomsdeplume @raflesia65 @retrowondergirl @thedastrash @rosella-writes @dreamskug @wraithsoutlaws @vox-monstera @faepunkprince  @a-pirate  @maimaiapologist @ghostoffuturespast @gloryride @dustymagpie @wanderingaldecaldo @jaymber @fereldanwench @cinnamon-mey @katsigian @chevvy-yates @kittenchrissy @sammysilverdyne @rindemption @imaginarycyberpunk2023 And anyone else who might enjoy it!

Favorite OC:

Vicco Dorn. They are one of my side oc’s for Cyberpunk 2077. Vicco grew so much on me during the time and I never had thought it would go like that. They are by now the most flashed out of all my oc’s even considering that I spend years on my DA oc’s. They are a victim of their upbringing, fighting for everything in their life. If they thought they have lost everything they cared for, they finally find happiness. 

Newest OC:

Kilian Dorn is Vicco’s older brother and he is an asshole. He envies everything that Vicco accomplished in his life, while he had to get by, mostly poorly. I created this character solely for a fic that I’m still writing and I didn’t develop him much because I wanted to keep my options wide until I reach the part in my fic where I need him to act.

Oldest OC:

Morgan Cousland, my Hero of Ferelden, who becomes Queen at the end of Dragon age Origins. She is a badass and wielding a glaive. Her hc is flashed out very well but not as detailed as Vicco’s at this point, but I think I lost interest at some point to go more into the details with her.  

Meanest OC:

I’m not sure who to choose here because Kilian Dorn and Dagur Aeducan are the same level of asshole. Both will end up getting nicer when they realise that being mean gets them nothing else than hate and ignorance from others. 

Softest OC:

Natia Brosca is my sweetest oc. She grew up in the dumps of Orzammar. To be honest, as long as she lived there she wasn’t a nice person, because kindness wouldn't have gotten her anywhere, but when she reached the surface, she had her freedom and could be who she wanted to be, and she wanted to be kind. She will become Queen of Orzammar.

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC:

Nadia Adaar is a Qunari mage and only her sight will let normal people choose flight before fighting. She knows this, and uses this to her advantage. When she becomes Inquisitor she has a hard time to not intimidate others because she is by that point so accustomed to it. She might fool everyone, but not Josie. Josie knows how soft Nadia can be.

Dumbest (Affectionate) OC:

Damian Adaar is also a Qunari mage, he is just a big baby. He is kind and friendly and sees only the good in people. Lucky for him he has some good advisors and two partners (Dorian and The Iron Bull) that stop him from being stupid sometimes. 

Smartest OC:

This is a tough one. All my oc’s are smart on their own. Some are street smart, some educational smart and others emotionally smart, and we have mages, so which one is smarter than the other? So it is impossible to name only one of them and give them the crown. 

Street smart: Vicco Dorn and Kahlan Tabris are here the main characters I think of. They have seen the worst humanity could throw at them. They have however different outcomes, Vicco learns by time to heal and move on, whereas Kahlan will struggle the rest of her life with what she witnessed.

Educational smart: Here we have Aedan and Morgan Cousland as well as Valaire and Joris Dercks. They had the best education money (or birth) can get you. They know how to act towards others and can win over nearly every argument because they learned it. Although Morgan had to work a bit harder because she has a bit too much temperament.

Emotionally smart: Natia Brosca and Damian Adaar will get everything from you they want just by being rays of sunshine in a world that seemed to be doomed to go down.

Mages: I have too many of those (9) to name them all, so if you’re interested here is the spreadsheet. There are imo no stupid mages, because those probably die young. Anders calls Gore (my male Hawke) sometimes stupid, but it is because he is rather immature. 

OC I’d Be Friends With:

Actually I would be friends with most of my oc, with some more with others less. I get along well with different kinds of personalities, except for assholes. I could, but I just won't interact with those kind of people.

[il3x]

Tagged by @vikugnavikugna!

coke or pepsi? beverage BITE miette?? beverage STING her tongue like the insect??? jail!!! jail for beverage for One Thousand Years!!!

disney or dreamworks? dreamworks did HTTYD, right? them.

coffee or tea? tea

books or movies? books hehe

windows or mac? never used mac so windows it is

dc or marvel? ok, exposing myself here, worm was like my 2nd superhero media ever. i haven't read either 🙈 i have seen a few marvel movies but i'm not sure whether that should count for or against them

x-box or playstation? mine crafdt on my laptop

dragon age or mass effect? mass effect bc incuriouscat on youtube makes sick ass fan PMVs

night owl or early riser? night owl

cards or chess? chess, you can narrate stories about the pieces and thoroughly annoy your opponent (sibling) even as you lose >:3

chocolate or vanilla? chocolate all the way!!

vans or converse? wgat

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar? I can't tell if these are fantasy names or antidepressants

fluff or angst? uhhhhdfcgvhbjnk gonna have to say fluff

beach or forest? beach

dogs or cats? cats 100%! (or secret third option: fish...)

clear skies or rain? clear. god. please... 🙏🙏

cooking or eating out? cooking :P

spicy food or mild food? Mild by any sane standards, but spicy according to my family and/or BBC Food haha

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas? chris mas :))

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? uuuhhhh .. hh. hard one here. gonna have to also go cold

if you could have a superpower, what would it be? SUPERSPEED!! Or time powers. My irl friend has convinced me of their usefulness.

animation or live action? animation

paragon or renegade? renegade, it's the name of my serial killer dark forest!hollyleaf fanfic (only half kidding...)

baths or showers? shower

team cap or team ironman? hm. remember when I said I watched a few marvel movies? yeah none of them were this one :(

fantasy or sci-fi? fantasy baybey!!! but I adore both

do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they? oh god okay. hm... "Where did we learn it, this talent for insatiability?" from The Handmaid's Tale still Lives In My Head from high school english. If song lyrics count, then, "You don't know me / don't you question my love" from Berlin, Without Return. "Sometimes a hypocrite is just a man in the process of changing" (I don't recall the exact wording) from... Oathbringer? is my fav cliche cosmere pick. Oh! And I forget the episode or even who said it, but at some point during the s3 All Might/AFO fight in MHA, one of the side characters stuck on guard duty said "You're confusing difficulty with importance", and that changed my life.

youtube or netflix? youtube :) it has fun little AMVs

[REDACTED] [Clearance Level 9]

when do you feel accomplished? when I bake something! making concrete stuff is really fulfilling, especially if I'm baking for other people.

star wars or star trek? spaceballs (jk, star wars, but I haven't seen star trek so sw wins by default)

paperback books or hardcover books? paperback

to live in a world without literature or without music? [sad character song assigner noises]... without music.

who was the last person to make you laugh? that would be @ty-bayonet-betteridge with several lines in their riley fic hehe

city or countryside? city! much as I complain about missing nature :') ideally a city that's near the sea

favorite chips? anything plain sea salt and properly crunchy 🤌

pants or dresses? pants, though dresses are fun for fancy occasions!

libraries or museums? is it a natural history museum? pleamse?? if so museum! otherwise library all the way.

character driven stories or plot driven stories? I don't really have a preference ngl

bookmarks or folding pages? i was one of those heretical kids who just plonked their books face down open 🙈😭 and now I mostly read online so... idk? Probably bookmarks.

Dream job? honestly would love to be on the management council for a small nature conservancy. second choice would be ecological research, but data-based, not fieldwork (animals scare me >.<)

What gives you comfort? thinking about The Characters...

what are some of your favorite song lyrics? literally ANY pun or double meaning lyric by idkhow!! gonna go with "lose yourself inside the city / lose your mind inside a week".

favorite ice cream flavor ever? chocolate my beloved...

first fandom? warrior cats......

deep ocean or deep space? (personally, i gotta pick ocean, because theres fish in there 👍😊)

Your desert island band?

@thesternest @seroquelfan @chaoticrushu, but no pressure to answer, and anyone is welcome to join! add your own question at the end if you answer :]

[uchidachi]

Dragon Age Exchange Letter 2024

Hello Black Emporium Rare Pair Exchange Writer/Artist!

Thank you for making this gift for me! I know I will love whatever you come up with, but for those who like a little more guidance I have left many prompts in the signup and some general likes & dislikes here.

I'm open to treats of Fic and/or Art and multi-recip treats!

General Likes:  I really like UST and mutual pining, also the corny stuff like “fake married” or “bed sharing” or “arranged marriage” tropes. I LOVE Soulmate AUs more than anything else, I’m an absolute sucker for those. I also like the enemies-to-friends-to-lovers trope. I also really like cats, so if you give a character a cat, I will be happy

General dislikes: I love angst, but not really hurt/comfort. I love canon deviation and certain AUs, but I really don’t get into any AUs that change the setting for Dragon Age

DNW: any kind of abuse, bathroom kinks, bestiality, crossovers, humiliation, incest, modern AUs, mundane AUs, noncon/dubcon, omegaverse, pregnancy, PWP, second-person POV, underage, whump.

Specific Character/Pairing notes: I tag all my ships on this blog with “character a x character b” in alphabetical order, so if you want to look up what I’ve reblogged/posted on Krem/Harding for instance, look for the tag “harding x krem” and Adaar/Vivienne would be under both “inquisitor x vivienne” and “adaar x vivienne”. OT3s are under the tag “ot3″. A lot of the pairings this year are truly the rarest of rare, so for some of them I may not have any content yet!

For the many Vivienne ships I requested; I do headcanon her and Bastien having an open relationship when they are together, so feel free to use that headcanon if you want!

Now for the spoiler part of the letter. Please let this photo of my cat protect you if you wish to not read Veilguard prompts. Otherwise please scroll past the cat & click read more for more prompts.

Male Adaar/Solas or Female Cadash/Solas - I put this under the spoiler group because I am in love with the idea that maybe Inquisitors who were shot down by Solas during Inquisition get a second chance at romance in Veilguard. Just imagine the possibilities…

Vivienne/Emmrich Volkarin - Well, she does canonically like silver foxes ;)

Davrin & Merrill (Dragon Age) - LET! MERRILL! PET! THE! BABY! GRIFFON! Ok apart from Assan, I really would love to see Merrill able to make friends with another Dalish elf, and as a Grey Warden Davrin is likely less anti-blood-magic than average. Or at least I’m going to headcanon that he is, until proven otherwise. 

Fenris/Neve Gallus - All the joy of pairing Fenris with a mage, with less drama because she’s 100% with him on hunting down maleficars & helping Tevinter slaves. Also I have one word for you: Casefic.

For general Veilguard stuff: I'm planning to play as a lady Rook that is a Dwarven rogue archer named Rhea. If there's a background for Rook that doesn't involve being part of the Carta I'll be over the moon. That's not at all required to include, but I thought I might as well include it

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Tagged by @vikugnavikugna

coke or pepsi? You know I love coke, but in terms of soda I'll have a diet pepsi.

disney or dreamworks? Dreamworks

coffee or tea? I drink like seven coffees a day

books or movies? BOOKS. I love movies, but books are so fun.

windows or mac? Windows, fuck Mac!!!!!!!

dc or marvel? I don't really like comics in general, but my gf loves the BatFam so I'll go DC

x-box or playstation? Playstation easy

dragon age or mass effect? I don't like either

night owl or early riser? I wake up at 6am every single day

cards or chess? Chess, but I always lose at it

chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate for taste, vanilla for smell

vans or converse? Vans

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar? Who?????

fluff or angst? You KNOW I love angst

beach or forest? Ooooo I think I have to go forest

dogs or cats? Cats all day (sorry Illidan)

clear skies or rain? I lvoe days with just that slight drizzle of rain

cooking or eating out? Eating out tf??? Who is picking cooking

spicy food or mild food? SPICY

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas? HALLOWEEN MY FAV HOLIDAY

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? I live in Minnesota, I already made that decision

if you could have a superpower, what would it be? I think I'd have to go with Boensaw's power from the hit Canadian web serial Worm

animation or live action? Animation

paragon or renegade? Evil 😈

baths or showers? Baaaaaath, I love a nice bath

team cap or team ironman? Hate Iron man, at least cap is likeable I have never found Tony Stark interesting or entertaining and Captain America just has thay sort of scruffy charm

fantasy or sci-fi? Fantasy

do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they? This would get too long so Ill post one: 'What are we going to do, Dogger?'It seemed a reasonable question. After all he had been through, surely Dogger knew something of hopeless situations. 'We shall wait upon tomorrow,' he said. 'But--what if tomorrow is worse than today?' 'Then we shall wait upon the day after tomorrow.' 'And so forth?' I asked. 'And so forth,' Dogger said.

youtube or netflix? Youtube

[REDACTED] you couldn't get that out of me under torture

when do you feel accomplished? When I accomplish something that I've been working at for a long time, especially something that means a lot to me

star wars or star trek? Star Trek, easily. Star wars is like two good movies and a game, at best

paperback books or hardcover books? Hardcover, nothing feels as good in your hands

to live in a world without literature or without music? Without literature, sorry. I just couldnt live without something to listen and dance to.

who was the last person to make you laugh? Hard to remember, it was either my gf, bug, or Peri

city or countryside? City, I want to have things to do

favorite chips? Salt and vinegar

pants or dresses? Dresses, you can't force me to wear pants anymore

libraries or museums? Museums just because they're so much more of a trip

character driven stories or plot driven stories? Character driven, almost always. That's always the stuff that digs into me more

bookmarks or folding pages? Bookmarks Jesus christ what kind of freak folds pages

Dream job? Honestly, I'm kind of in my dream job already. Doing scientific research on fun and interesting problems every day. If it wasn't that, I think it would be writing. I love writing, but I don't have enough time for it sadly.

What gives you comfort? A good book, a lover's touch, warm blankets and soft animals, the quiet sound of the city waking up, good food and fine alcohol.

what are some of your favorite song lyrics? One for the money, two for the better green 3,4-Methylenedioxymethamphetamine

favorite ice cream flavor ever? PEANUT BUTTER that or cookie dough.

first fandom? No surprise but it was the Ranma 1/2 fandom, for obvious reasons a young Chart was ENTHRALLED by that concept

Your desert island band? Otoboke Beaver cause I'd be pissed

As for who I'm tagging.... @cpericardium @bug4932 @skitter-queen @rainfrazier get to work

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Tagge by @that-one-empty-skull

coke or pepsi? Nearly exclusively water, but I'll go Pepsi if there's a gun to my head

disney or dreamworks? Dreamworks

coffee or tea? The black sludge is a necessity, tea I drink for pleasure

books or movies? Books!!!

windows or mac? If the question was Windows or Linux I at least would have to consider it; as is, the choice is clear

dc or marvel? I LOVE BOTH!!!!!! My shelf has more DC omnis and tps by volume tho and I LOVE LOVE LOVE Superman, so ig DC

x-box or playstation? Steam Deck

dragon age or mass effect? Neither, thank you

night owl or early riser? I wake up at 6 am on a weekend

cards or chess? Cards, ig

chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate

vans or converse? I don't wear shoes like these

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar? What.

fluff or angst? Both, angst-leaning

beach or forest? Beach

dogs or cats? I dream of cats, but wake up to a tiny ass annoyingly loud chorkie at the foot of my bed

clear skies or rain? Clear skies if I'm outside, rain when I'm inside, thank you

cooking or eating out? Eating out

spicy food or mild food? Spicy!

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas? Dziady! (Halloween)

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? Cold. I would just wear sweaters all the time

if you could have a superpower, what would it be? Shapeshifting to deal with my trans-ness would be nice, electricity manipulation if I wanted to minmax life tho

animation or live action? Animation

paragon or renegade? What.

baths or showers? Shower!

team cap or team ironman? I hate those fucking movies, but I love Cap in general. On a very basic level he's *basically* Marvel's Superman, after all (fundamentally a good person representing the simplistic idealism of a bygone era forced to operate a much more morally complex world - also, punches people)

fantasy or sci-fi? I was once a fantasy head but I read near exclusively hard sci-fi for like a year now so who even knows tbh

do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they? “Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange./Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose a magician might,” he admitted, “but a gentleman never could.” Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell “This is life, and I will not lie by saying every day will be sunshine. But there will be sunshine again, and that is a very different thing to say. That is truth.” Rhyth of War “Every concert pianist knows that the surest way to ruin a performance is to be aware of what the fingers are doing. Every dancer and acrobat knows enough to let the mind go, let the body run itself. Every driver of a manual vehicle arrives at destinations with no recollection of the stops and turns and roads traveled in getting there. You are all sleepwalkers, whether climbing creative peaks or slogging through some mundane routine for the thousandth time. You are all sleepwalkers.” Blindsight (READ BLINDSIGHT) I guess. It's all I could think of at the moment rather than all time concrete faves tho

youtube or netflix? Youtube

[REDACTED] What- What does that mean

when do you feel accomplished? Raking leaves :)

star wars or star trek? Dislike the former, didn't watch the latter

paperback books or hardcover books? I read epubs on my Pocketbook so when I buy books it's just to look good on my shelf - hardback

to live in a world without literature or without music? I could eventually get used to no music, but I cannot realistically go on without books

who was the last person to make you laugh? "Fist my bump". I just finished Project Hail May a few minutes ago, as of writing this. The author is an unfunny techbro but he has his moments

city or countryside? I live in a small ass village and I would love to move to a city

favorite chips? Lay's Oven Baked green thank you

pants or dresses? I WISH I could pull off a dress

libraries or museums? Museum!

character driven stories or plot driven stories? Character driven!

bookmarks or folding pages? Bookmarks!

Dream job? I cannot imagine a satisfying life under the capitalist system. I could be satisfied raking leaves and picking up trash for 8 hours a day, but we don't pay those people well! Make me do that but for a livable wage!

What gives you comfort? Blanket and no light and I'm set

what are some of your favorite song lyrics? "Lately I've taken to vacantly making repetitive movements/Mistakenly seen as improvements/Nearing perfection but wisely electing/To shun my reflection preferring instead shoe inspection/Cheese and chalk do not talk/But their eyes synchronize with a secret rhythm/Which is a way one could say that I love you for psychological reasons"

favorite ice cream flavor ever? Mint! Mint! Mint!

first fandom? Hard question! Akame ga Kill was the first thing I was super into but Yu Yu Hakusho was probably the first time I made fanart and interacted with ppl on the internet abt it. Worm is the first time I made digital art for smth and posted memes on the sub!

Your desert island band?

I'm scared of tagging people. Sorry if you hate this. Add new questions at the end if you follow up. @larky-lark @n0brainjustvibes @clarissa39 @heyitschartic

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Fic: Impossible (DA:I, Cassandra x Adaar, M)

3800 words; Cassandra x Adaar plus a sassy ensemble and a frog; rated M for spicy deeds and filthy words; Cassandra likes to pretend she isn’t playing games but Adaar likes to win; can you believe I wrote a story that’s not about being 100% in love with Cassandra Pentaghast at all times?

Any day that ended with nothing more than a few bruises was a good day in Adaar's opinion.  Any day that ended with drinking a lot of fancy brandy in a newly-acquired keep was an even better day.  They'd emptied one bottle already, but the baron or whom-the-fuck-ever had left an entire crate of the stuff, along with an assortment of nibbles and the implication there was more where that came from, and that was after all the wine with dinner.  It was incredible that there were still people in Thedas able to waste their time worrying about what red went best with snoufleur, but Adaar wasn't complaining, either.  Making the world safe for pointless nonsense was what she'd signed up for.  Without people to pick fights over things that didn't matter, she'd be out of a job.  The brandy was just a perk.

"Posh twit probably hasn't even broken out the best yet," Sera said.  "Still, you see why they're worth stealing from."

"This stuff is like drinking velvet," Bull said, eyeing his cup with suspicion. 

"I suspect we'll feel the punch in the morning."  Dorian poured himself some more regardless.  

Varric raised his cup in an ironic toast.  "Just like magic."

"Then let's get ensorcelled," Adaar said, and Harding laughed.  Adaar sighed with satisfaction.  It was cold as balls outside, but the baron had had his people drag out some comfortable furniture and build up a fire, which had made this the coziest camp in Adaar's memory.  Adaar had all her best friends around and a pretty girl to flirt with, and even if Cassandra had fucked off somewhere to be no fun at all, it was shaping up to be a good night.  Adaar's favorite kind of night, in fact, full of heavily-embroidered stories and half-remembered snatches of song.  The kind of night when they didn't have to be legends and they could just be people.  Harding had even taken her hair down.  It was a good night.

Something like three bottles in, someone decided Spin the Bottle was the best possible idea.  Adaar was too loose and happy to care whose idea it had been, first.  Hell, it might have been the bottle's suggestion, but everyone had agreed that yes, absolutely, there was no more entertaining way to pass their evening.  Adaar had already kissed Sera, been kissed decorously by Dorian, and planted a big smooch on Varric's laughing mouth when Harding spun the bottle and it wobbled to a stop midway between Varric and Adaar.  Varric flicked it just the tiniest bit.  

"Table must have moved," he said, offering up a shit-eating grin that absolutely nobody believed.

"Come here, you," Harding said, pushing herself up on her chair.  She leaned in and kissed Adaar, flattening her palms over Adaar's cheeks.  It was sweet and adorable, just like Harding.  Adaar was pleased.  It probably wouldn't go any further tonight, but there might be something there, someday.  Harding looked very pleased with herself as she settled back into her seat.  

Adaar heard a noise behind her, the scuff of leather on stone.  The drift of rose petals told her it was Cassandra, freshly bathed.  Cassandra's devotion to perfumed baths was the princessiest thing about her.  It was charming, when it wasn't annoying as fuck, but that was pretty much everything about Cassandra.

"Pull up a chair, Seeker," Varric said, shifting over closer to Dorian and patting his vacated seat.  "Have some brandy."

"Thank you," Cassandra said, putting a partly-empty bottle on the table.  "I have been sampling it already."  Only Cassandra would get fully dressed again after a long bath and a lot of brandy, Adaar thought.  It wouldn't do to appear in anything approaching nightclothes in public, naturally.

"Maybe you can show us how rich tits drink it," Sera said.  "We've just been putting it in our mouths like fools.  Should we be putting it up our arses instead?"

"You would know better than I," Cassandra said tartly, and sat down in the chair Varric had offered.  This looked like it surprised even her, but she accepted the cup Iron Bull pushed across to her and poured a measure out of her bottle.  She raised the cup to Sera, lifting her pinky in an exaggerated way as she drank.  Adaar and Varric exchanged a glance.  Playful Cassandra was a rare sight indeed.  

"So what's the verdict?" Varric asked as Cassandra set down her cup.

Cassandra pursed her lips thoughtfully.  "Not the best I've ever had, but far from the worst."  She tilted her head at Dorian.  "What do you think?  Was it the equal of a fine Tevinter vintage?"

"I didn't find it to be so," he said, "but I haven't tried pouring it in my arse.  Something to consider."

Sera tittered.  "Well, there's one thing you haven't had up there."

"Jealousy does not become you," Dorian said, leaning against Bull.  "Adaar, it's your turn."

"I don't see any cards," Cassandra said, sipping at her brandy.  "What game could you be playing?"

"We're playing something much more frivolous," Varric told her.  "You'll hate it."

A slow smile spread across Cassandra's face.  Her shoulders relaxed a fraction.  "Then it is an ordinary night."

Fuck, Cassandra smelled good.  It was almost irritating how good she smelled when the rest of them probably stank.  Adaar was tipsy enough to want to lean over and just push her nose into Cassandra's neck.  The baron had told them there were baths - this part of Emprise du Lion had enough hot springs that there was one under the keep and some genius had piped the water into a real proper tub - but Adaar hadn't had the chance to avail herself of them yet.  At least her brain was bathed in brandy.  

"Spin," Bull rumbled.  

Adaar paused mid-reach.  "Or what?"

"Or I'll kiss this Vint just the way he likes it and you'll all have to live with that knowledge," Bull said, tipping Dorian's chin up with one finger.  

The table broke out in a clamor, urging Adaar to spin the bottle.  She reached out and flipped it between her fingers, setting it whirling on its axis.  Bull laughed and kissed Dorian on the forehead.  

"Maybe next time," he said, and Dorian pouted a little.

Adaar watched the bottle.  She'd spun it strongly.  It made her dizzy at first, but soon enough it slowed down, wobbling to a stop in front of Cassandra.  Firmly and undeniably Cassandra.  Adaar took a fortifying swig of brandy and looked again.  Still Cassandra.  Adaar thought wildly that even if she tipped the table, the bottle would stay aimed the same way, straight at the Seeker.  The keep could fall down around them and that godsdamn bottle would be pointing at Cassandra.

"This should be interesting," Varric murmured.

"Go on," Sera urged.  She put her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her cupped hands.  "Give Princess Snooty-Knickers her prize."

"I think we're all just fascinated to see how this turns out," Harding agreed.  

Adaar looked at Cassandra.  Cassandra stared back.  "What is this prize?"

"A kiss," Adaar mumbled.

"You've never played Spin the Bottle before?" Varric asked.  "Nevermind - when I think about it, that's not surprising at all."

"Too serious," Sera said, making a face.  "Kissyface games are for silly twits like us, don't you know."

"I'm not certain I like this game," Cassandra said, starting to push her chair back.  

"Of course not," Varric murmured.  "It isn't exactly chivalrous, is it?  Too up close and personal."

"It's just a damn kiss, Cassandra," Bull said.  "You don't have to marry her."

"Of course, if you're afraid, you can go in peace," Dorian said.

Bull chuckled.  "Imagine.  I've seen her face down a dragon and half the nobles of Orlais.  Scared of a kiss?  Not our Seeker."

"Aww, leave her alone," Harding said.  "It's not fun unless she wants to play." 

"Yeah, don't call her a coward just because she's afraid of a meaningless little kiss," Sera said.  "Everyone knows that Cassandra isn't afraid of anything except getting her knickers twisted.  Surely she's allowed to be terrified of just this one thing."

"I am not afraid to be kissed," Cassandra said loudly.  "By the Inquisitor or by anyone else."  Her cheeks were flushed and her hair stood up in damp little points on her head.  "And I am certainly not afraid of getting my knickers twisted, as you so succinctly put it, Sera.  A kiss from any of you would hardly be enough to kindle those sorts of feelings."  

"Oh dear," Dorian said, alight with slightly malicious glee.  "I'm afraid I'm going to need you to put your money where your surprisingly lovely mouth is.  Go on, claim your prize."

Cassandra snorted.  She turned to Adaar, eyes aflame with holy purpose.  "Well?"

It was just a game.  It was just a fucking game.  Cassandra made everything life and death, even a pointless little game that was just about blowing off steam with her friends.  Adaar sighed and leaned in.  She let one hand slip behind Cassandra's head.  This was likely the only time she'd ever kiss the Seeker.  If she didn't make it a convincing one, the others would never let either of them leave the table.  And sure, Cassandra got on her last goddamn nerve with a precision Adaar had never known a person could possess, but there was something compelling about her, and it wasn't just her tits.

Cassandra's lips parted, maybe in surprise, but she didn't pull away when Adaar pressed forward into her mouth.  And then Cassandra was definitely kissing back, the same unconscious push and pull they had in a fight, coordinated effort.  That was probably the brandy.  Adaar tried to enjoy the moment anyway.  It was the nicest span of time she'd ever spent with Cassandra.  Maybe it wasn't enough to kindle anything in the Seeker's loins, but Adaar was feeling it, little flames licking at her libido, heat settling in her belly like the brandy had.  

She released Cassandra before she got carried away; it had been too long since she'd kissed anyone.  Letting Cassandra play this game had been a mistake.  Everyone else had an understanding of what this kind of kiss meant or didn't, but Cassandra never seemed to do anything for fun.  Of course she wouldn't kiss like it was nothing.  Of course she'd sit back in her chair, dazed and flushed, her lips still parted and glossy and pink in a way that let Adaar know that yeah, she'd made that happen.  She'd ruffled Cassandra's feathers.  Adaar grinned.  

"I am going to the kitchens," Cassandra announced abruptly.  

"We have snacks here," Varric pointed out.

"I would like some hot chocolate before bed," Cassandra said, looking wild around the eyes.  She was frowning, furious: Adaar had seen that look too many times not to recognize it.  The heat in her blood transformed to a simmering rage.  Cassandra had ruined their game and their night and now she was running away.  Of course she was.

"Bring me back some guimauves if you find them," Bull called as Cassandra shoved her chair back and left.

"Wasn't that <I>interesting</i>," Dorian said, smoothing his mustache.  "I don't remember the last time I was so entertained."

"You do love to stir the shit," Bull said affectionately, putting his arm around Dorian.

Harding wound the end of her hair around her finger.  "I don't think I've ever seen her look that flustered.  Must have been one hell of a kiss."  She winked at Adaar.  "Next time, I'll have one of those."

Adaar groaned.  "It was fucking nothing.  The woman's practically a nun.  If someone touched her hand, she'd get woozy about it.  Next time, we'll just pretend we were playing Wicked Grace and all the cards blew off the table."

"And fell off the balcony?" Varric asked.  

"Next time, just wait until she closes her eyes and put a frog to her kissy lips," Sera suggested.  "It's classic."

"You just...have a frog?" Bull asked.  "At all times?"

"Well, most times," Sera said.  She patted at her pockets.  "Yep.  All frogged up.  He lives in a little glass ball.  It's the only thing magic's good for, really."

Adaar picked up the bottle.  "I'm taking another turn.  No frogs."  She ended up kissing Dorian again, who was perfectly normal about it, which only made Adaar angrier.  Not at Dorian - everyone else had stirred just as much shit - but at Cassandra, who'd made it fucking weird.  Dorian spun and got Bull, which meant the game broke up pretty quickly: Bull growled in his chest and pulled Dorian onto his lap and that wasn't something any of the others felt like they needed to witness.  At least they had rooms to go to, with actual beds, and Adaar could finally visit the baths.  Maybe that would soothe her.

Stomping down the stairs helped relieve a little of the tension, but the baths were next to the kitchens, which reminded Adaar of Cassandra, and still smelled like roses, which also reminded Adaar of Cassandra.  Adaar had been hoping for a nice long soak, but fuck if she was going to lie here and breathe in Cassandra.  She fumed and scrubbed herself quickly with a citrus soap, hoping to cover the scent of flowers.  When she was clean and dry, she pulled on a long tunic from the shelves near the baths.  The baron's servants had thought of everything.  There were even fleece-lined slippers to protect her feet from the cold stone.  Adaar didn't mind a little bit of luxury.  It's not like it was going to make her a pampered princess; she was still Tal-Vashoth to her bones.  

She exited the baths and made the mistake of glancing into the open arch of the kitchen.  Cassandra was leaning on the counter, staring into a mug.  She looked up and frowned at Adaar, abandoning her cup and striding over to shake a finger in Adaar's face.

"You!" she said.

"Put that away or I'll bite it," Adaar said.  "What the fuck is your problem?"

Cassandra made a disgusted noise and shoved at Adaar's shoulder.  "<i>You</i> are my problem."

"Did I not carve up the giants to my lady's liking?" Adaar asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.  "Did I raise the flag too slowly?"

"You <i>kissed</i> me," Cassandra snarled, pushing Adaar again.  For a human, she was solidly muscled, and Adaar was still pretty tipsy.  Adaar rocked back, her shoulders brushing the wall.

"You told me to!"

"It was not supposed to be like that!" Cassandra said.  "It was supposed to be a brief peck, nothing...nothing like that."

"Nothing like what?" Adaar snarled.  

"You were not supposed to kiss me with passion," Cassandra said.  "As if you meant it to be a proper kiss.  In front of everyone, as if you enjoyed it and wished them to know you have the right to kiss me in such a way, when such a thing is impossible."

"Passion?" Adaar said.  "It was just an ordinary kiss!  It didn't have any hidden meaning!"

Cassandra's laugh was hollow and challenging.  It got right under Adaar's skin.  "I have played such games before, in my foolish youth, and never have I been kissed in such an impudent manner."

Adaar threw up her hands.  "Fine.  I'll never fucking kiss you again.  Better?"

"Much," Cassandra snapped.  Her eyes glinted, and the spark in them rekindled the heat in Adaar's belly, fury mixed with longing.  Cassandra's chest heaved as she glared at Adaar and her face was flushed and if one kiss had fucked her up this much, what else could Adaar do to her?  If it weren't <i>impossible</i>, anyway, which tipped the balance in Adaar's hot blood back to anger.  She paced toward Cassandra, who took a step back, and another, until she was nearly pressed against the wall.

"Just tell me one thing," Adaar growled.  "Why the fuck is it impossible?  Is it because I'm a hornhead?  Do you even see a person when you look at me, or just a beast to bear the burden of your Inquisition?"  It wasn't an entirely fair question.  Cassandra had treated her like a person nearly from the beginning; they'd endured so much together.  But it wouldn't be the first time Adaar had discovered that someone she'd considered a friend didn't return the favor, because the world wasn't fucking fair either.

"Of course not!"  Cassandra seemed even more furious.  "You are a woman!"

"What the fuck does that have to do with it?"

"Women hold no attraction for me," Cassandra said stiffly.  

Adaar bared her teeth in a grin and leaned in, almost pinning Cassandra to the wall.  "That's funny, Seeker, because as I recall, you kissed me back."

"I did not."  Cassandra's eyes were wide.  

"And it wasn't some stupid little peck, either," Adaar murmured, keeping her voice pitched just for Cassandra's ears, the intimacy of it guaranteed to piss Cassandra off even more.  They were the only ones in the hall; there was no need to speak as if this were some clandestine assignation.  "There was tongue."

"If that's the story you must tell yourself in order to sleep at night," Cassandra said contemptuously.

"Oh, I think that's the story everyone will be telling," Adaar said.  "Because everyone saw you ask for it.  And everyone saw you kiss me like you wanted it.  Maybe you were staking your claim on me, Seeker."

"That is a fabrication," Cassandra snapped.  

"Yeah?" Adaar challenged.  "Feel free to demonstrate exactly how unpassionately you kissed me.  That way I can correct anyone who says otherwise."

Cassandra made a noise of frustration and grabbed Adaar's tunic.  She pulled Adaar close and pressed her lips to Adaar's, there and gone.  "It was exactly like that."

"I don't think so, Seeker," Adaar said, making sure she sounded smug.  "As I recall, it went more like this."  She leaned forward, pressing Cassandra gently into the wall, and kissed her.  This time, Cassandra's mouth opened almost immediately under hers, and Cassandra's tongue was definitely in her mouth, and Cassandra was shoving against her, but not to get away.  Cassandra's hands were fisting in Adaar's tunic; Cassandra's hands were tangling in Adaar's hair; Cassandra's hands were clutching at Adaar's back and her mouth was hot and greedy against Adaar's.  

"Impossible," Cassandra breathed after an eternity of kisses, and oh, that only fueled the fire in Adaar's blood.  She'd never touched red lyrium, but she imagined its flame was like the one Cassandra set in her: devouring, all-encompassing, a triumphant hunger that made her feel invincible and desperate all at once.  

Adaar flipped her around and ground her hips into Cassandra's ass.  She nipped at the back of Cassandra's neck, shoving both hands under Cassandra's tunic to cup her tits.  "Tell me to stop if it's so fucking impossible."

"You are a woman," Cassandra said, the syllables broken up by frantic kisses.  She bit at Adaar's lip, sucked on her tongue, shoved against Adaar as if she thought their bodies might merge.

"Tell me in the morning if it mattered," Adaar growled.  "I'll let you pretend it doesn't count if you can't see me."  She let the bulk of her body press Cassandra into the stone and Cassandra gasped and squirmed.  She grabbed Adaar's wrist, but only to guide Adaar's hand down, down, into the waistband of her trousers.  Adaar shoved her fingers under the tight leather as Cassandra fumbled with the laces.  Sera shouldn't have worried: it seemed Cassandra didn't have any knickers to twist.  Adaar let her hand slide further.  The anchor made subtlety impossible.  Anyone who came into the hallway would see her with her hand down Cassandra's pants and know exactly what was happening.  It should have been strange, watching the green glow of her palm flicker over Cassandra's skin, but Adaar liked it.  She wanted the light to stain Cassandra, to mark her as touched by Adaar.  And then her fingers found Cassandra's wet heat and they both groaned.  

"Tell me to stop," Adaar said into Cassandra's ear.  "Cassandra."  She let her voice caress the syllables of the Seeker's name.  "Tell me to stop and none of this ever happened."

"Please," Cassandra gasped.

"That wasn't a fucking answer," Adaar said, stepping back a little and letting her fingers start to slide out of Cassandra's trousers.  Cassandra caught her hand and pushed it back down, their intertwined fingers parting her folds.  

"Please," Cassandra said again, and this time it sounded like a prayer, like she would die if she didn't come hard riding Adaar's fingers.  Adaar nudged Cassandra's legs apart with her knee, pressing her thigh up against Cassandra's heat, and Cassandra moaned.  Her face was turned away, pressed against the cool stone of the wall.  Whether she was overwhelmed or just pretending Adaar was someone else, Adaar didn't care.  She ground her hips against Cassandra's ass, her other hand touching herself in all the right ways.  She had the fingers of one hand buried in Cassandra and it felt like they were fucking.  She let Cassandra feel the hard knots of her knuckles rubbing against Cassandra's ass, a bulge most men would envy.  

Cassandra, for someone almost celibate, knew how to be fucked.  She spread her legs wide, straddling Adaar's thigh, and rocked down on Adaar's fingers like she was trying to fuck her own brains out.  When Adaar flicked Cassandra's clit with her thumb, Cassandra cried out in a voice that went straight to Adaar's center.  Adaar let that sound vibrate inside her until she came hard, bucking into Cassandra until Cassandra's tits were probably rubbing against the stone wall.  But Cassandra only pulled Adaar closer, sinking onto Adaar's fingers over and over until Adaar could feel Cassandra's whole body shaking.  Cassandra didn't call Adaar's name when she came - it was more of a sob - but Adaar felt the sweet rush of victory anyway.  Cassandra's body trembled for a long time, and her head was thrown back against Adaar's chest.  Her mouth sought Adaar's again, though her eyes were closed.  Adaar kissed her fiercely and Cassandra returned it.  Her ribs heaved against Adaar's as she caught her breath.  

"My mistake," Adaar said, retrieving her hands and stepping away.  She licked a finger deliberately, staring at Cassandra, who was looking at her through drooping lashes, and then wiped the rest of Cassandra's moisture on her tunic.  "You were right.  It was impossible."

Cassandra said nothing.  She turned toward Adaar, leaning against the wall as if her knees wouldn't hold her up.  Her eyes closed.  Adaar crowded up against her and Cassandra gasped, her body arching against Adaar's, welcoming Adaar's weight.  Her eyes fluttered open.  She gazed up at Adaar, who smiled at her, teeth glinting.

"I guess I remembered we do the impossible every fucking day," Adaar murmured, and walked off. 

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RULES: answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.

I was tagged by @foxpaws10. Thank you for the tag! These are so fun.

coke or pepsi: Neither

disney or dreamworks: Hmm, hard one but I guess disney since they made one of my favorite movies

coffee or tea: Coffee 100%

books or movies: Books

windows or mac: Windows (Secret 3rd is cellphone)

dc or marvel: Neither

x-box or playstation: Playstation

dragon age or mass effect: N/A lol

night owl or early riser: Night owl but not by choice

cards or chess: Cards

chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla

vans or converse: Neither (Secret 3rd thing)

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: ?????

fluff or angst: Angst but only if there is fluff eventually

beach or forest: Forest

dogs or cats: Dogs even though I own a cat

clear skies or rain: Rain, it makes me happy

cooking or eating out: Cooking, even though I am shit at it

spicy food or mild food: Mild

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: Halloween

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: A little too cold

if you could have a superpower, what would it be: Does telepathy count?

animation or live action: Animation

paragon or renegade: ????

baths or showers: Shower

team cap or team ironman: Neither lol

fantasy or sci-fi: Fantasy

do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they: "There's a difference between pain and suffering, you're going to have to feel pain - everyone feels pain at times - but you don't have to suffer so much. You're not choosing the pain, but you're choosing the suffereing"// I wish you were not on this earth, but entirely within me, or rather that I were not on this earth, but entirely within you; I feel there is one too many of us; the separation into two people is unbearable" (Also just jump into the 'clark' tag and you'll see more lol)

youtube or netflix: YouTube

harry potter or percy jackson: Harry potter cause my glasses make me look like movie Harry

when do you feel accomplished: When I feel the want to share it with someone

star wars or star trek: N/A

paperback books or hardcover books: Paperback

to live in a world without literature or without music?: Without literature

who was the last person to make you laugh? My Friend

city or countryside? Countryside

favorite chips? Lays BBQ

pants or dresses? Pants

libraries or museums? Libraries

character driven stories or plot driven stories? Ummm, character

bookmarks or folding pages? Bookmarks but I do fold pages as well

Dream job? (added by foxpaws10) Probably therapist or school counselor?

(added question) What gives you comfort?

Tagging: @isthilll, @menkhu, @ace0clubs, @snowyshadow

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