#also you have some *smutty* romance novels in that library and you won’t let a book about an asexual in???

[oohlookafrog]

fun little trivia fact about me i once innocently suggested a book (Loveless, by Alice Oseman) for a book club that i was starting with a couple people and then proceeded to spend the next 3 months fighting to get that book in the school library like in my free time i was emailing the other book club members links about content warnings and unfairly banned books and meeting with the librarian and the principal and anyways i just realized that that was like. a full year ago now. And the funniest part? despite rereading that book countless times during that time period it still took me several months to realize i was aro/ace

[bookish-whore]

Girls Night

Cassian x Nesta/fem!reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: SMUT, rough sex, slight praise kink, light choking, oral sex, classic p-in-v, sprinkled with fluff.

Summary: Girl’s night with the Valkyries gets derailed when Cassian gets jealous over the details Nesta shares with the girls and decides to give her something to talk about.

A/N: This is my first fanfic so please be nice to me but also, I would love any feedback or requests! 

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Today began like any other day, wake up and have breakfast with Cassian because cauldron knows he won’t be satisfied unless he knows I ate a decent breakfast; then its training with the Valkyries (and Azriel) gods knows he can’t go more than a few days without hanging around Gwyn and he thinks we are all oblivious to the obvious flirting going on; some spymaster he is. Then after cleaning up, I go down and help Clotho in the library until dinner usually… but not tonight.

No, tonight is girls night which means I get to kick Az and Cass out of the house and enjoy time with Emerie and Gywn, the boys usually don’t mind and I know they will most likely just fly down to Rita’s to spend the evening with Mor or they’ll go to the River house to annoy Rhys and Feyre, maybe they’ll get stuck on babysitting duty so those two can have some “alone time”. Regardless it’s not my problem, all I know is I have selected a compilation of my favorite Willa Colyns novels, I made up the sitting room full of cozy chairs, pillows, and blankets (and extra lighting of course) and I stopped by one of our favorite confectioners in Velaris to pick up a decadent selection of cakes and candies for us to eat while we gossip and read. At least that was the plan.

It was almost time for the girls to arrive and I needed to get comfortable for the night, we had a strict rule that day clothes were not allowed for these events, comfort was non-negotiable. So, I changed out of my simple day dress into a comfortable pair of leggings and an oversized sweater and began detangling my hair from the braided style I normally wear, letting it fall into loose waves down my back as I ran a comb through it. After a quick look in the mirror, I left my bedroom and made my way to the sitting room, as I rounded the corner from the stairs, I ran into Gwyn promptly on time as usual.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, books in hand “I know you were in charge of reading material this week, but I promised Emerie she could borrow these, and I’ve been meaning to give them to her”

I smiled at her “no explanation needed, its not like its unusual for us to all bring some kind of book for exchange no matter whose week it is” she laughed in agreement as Emerie emerged from the sitting room.

“I was wondering when you two would show up” she said with a smirk on her face “let’s get this party started, I am dying to hear the rest of this bathtub story Nes.” Gwyn nodded her head in agreement “Yes! We were so rudely interrupted last time and hadn’t even gotten to the juicy details, I want details.”

“Details about what?” said Cassian emerging from the stairs, no doubt from another late sparring session with Azriel.

“Oh, just about what a thorough lover you are Cassian” Emerie said sarcastically with a wink.

I shook my head and laughed, motioning my head towards the sitting room as a silent gesture for Gwyn and Emerie to enter and that I would follow shortly.

“What was that about?” Cassian asked tilting his head and pulling me into his arms for a quick kiss.

“Its girls night remember, so we will read our smutty romance books you tease me about, and eat junk, and talk about our sex-capades which just means I’ll be relaying stories about all the places and positions we’ve tried and what works and what doesn’t, girl talk you know” I let out a giggle at his shocked face. “You know exactly what we do! its not a secret or anything and I know you make Azriel use his shadows to eavesdrop on us sometimes so you shouldn’t be surprised.”

“Well what details exactly do you give them about our sex-capades?” he asks, tilting his head while waiting for my response.

“Everything, I have nothing to hide from them and they are curious about the general of the night court and his weapons of choice” I say suggestively.

“Everything? Like what I do to you? what you do to me? positions? places? That kind of everything Nes?”

“That’s kind of what everything means Cass, plus I’m sure you tell Rhys and Az details about our sex life, although Az probably doesn’t need them considering he has caught us in a number of compromising positions” he took a step back from me and crossed his arms over his chest giving me a stern look. He seems like he’s in a mood tonight, over what I have no clue, but he’s never really questioned what the three of us do when we spend time together.

“I just don’t see why they need such explicit details; I mean I am technically their superior you don’t think It would complicate things when they know sensitive details about our relationship Nes? I mean you didn’t think to ask if I would be comfortable with this. Come on” he runs his hands through his hair and lets out an exasperated sigh.

“I didn’t think it was a big deal, besides it’s not like I’m writing a book about how big your dick is or how often you go down on me. I’m telling my friends about our relationship which just so happens to include details about our sex life.” I tell him firmly.

“Details about our sex life, right so I’m sure you told them all about the dining room incident. the library. The balcony. Solstice. Starfall. All of that right?”

“I didn’t think I needed permission to talk to my friends, you might be my mate, but you don’t get to decide who I talk to and what I decide to talk about Cass.”

“I think I should have some say” he replies

“Well, you don’t” I snap. His eyes narrow on mine and gives me a look I can’t quite place.

Oh, he was definitely in a mood, I thought as he grabbed my hand leading me into a small study down the hall from the sitting room and closing the door behind us.

Here we go. I thought to myself as he stared at me, his eyes darkening as his lips curved into a mischievous smirk.

“Cass, look I don’t want-“

He cut me off by pushing me against the wall in a desperate kiss, it was a clash of teeth and tongues as he wrapped his hand in my hair and tilted my head back for better access. I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth.

His hand shifted to wrap my hair around his fist as he came close to my ear and growled “you want to tell your friends all about how I fuck you? Fine. I’ll give you something to tell them”

I instinctively squeezed my thighs together and gods damn him he knew exactly what he was doing to me as he chuckled and said, “I bet you’re already soaking wet for me aren’t you?”

He removed his hands from my hair and slowly began moving them down my body, first to cup the back of my neck as he kissed me again with the same level of intensity as before, pressing into me and deepening the kiss as I opened my mouth and allowed him access. He moved one hand down my front to the bottom hem of my sweater, slowly trailing underneath it and sliding his hand up to my breasts, my nipples hardened at the sudden change in temperature. He rolled my nipple between his fingers as his other hand took both of mine and pinned them above my head firmly holding my wrists in place. I let out another breathy moan. I could feel him smile against my lips as his leg came to rest between my thighs, I was fully at his mercy and gods damn him he knew it.  

I rolled my hips on his muscular thigh desperately seeking any kind of friction to my aching clit, he was right I needed him so badly.

“That’s my good girl” He said, moving his lips from my mouth to my neck and planting sloppy, open mouthed kisses in the soft spot below my jaw and earlobe. “So needy for me” he says as his hands both move down my body to rest on my hips as he sets an aggressive pace rocking my hips against his thigh, I lean my head back to rest on the wall and move my hands to rest on his shoulders, my eyes screwed shut at the sensation and my mouth open

“oh gods” I cry out, feeling that band low in my belly start to tighten as I got closer and closer to my release.

“The gods aren’t here Nes, I am but you’re more then welcome to get on your knees and worship me”

He hands tighten on my hips and without warning he lifts me off his thigh. I whimper at the loss of friction but wrap my legs around his waist as he moves us to the desk across the room setting me on the edge. He takes a step away from me and begins unfastening his leathers, carefully removing all the hidden blades he constantly carries. Utilizing the opportunity, I move my hands to the bottom of my sweater lifting it over my head in a swift motion, and quickly discard my leggings and panties. As he removes his leathers, leaving us both completely bare I am suddenly reminded of his earlier remark about worshipping him.  

I slowly sink to my knees in front of him, looking up at him through my eyelashes in the sultry way that I know drives him wild. He gives me a smirk “I bet that pretty little cunt is throbbing at the thought of my cock in your mouth, huh?”

“mmhmm” I moan back, taking his cock in my hand my mouth salivating as I take in the sheer size of him. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how big he is, how he feels in my hand and in my mouth.

I bring my tongue down to circle the head of his cock, his hand coming to rest on the back of my head sweeping my hair into one hand. Taking his gesture as a sign of his encouragement, I drag my tongue from the head of his cock, and down his shaft until I reach the base of him using my thumb to swirl my saliva over the tip of him. Once I’m satisfied with my teasing, I look up at him as I bring my mouth around him, taking him as far as I can until my eyes water, and I feel like gagging. I slowly begin to bob my head, my hands wrapping around what my mouth can’t take as I set my pace, his hips thrusting in unison with my mouth.

“You take my cock so well” he groaned through his teeth, his head leaned back, and eyes closed enjoying the sensation of me sucking him off. “fuck” he blew out, pulling me gently off him “keep that up Nes, and I’ll cum before I even get to be inside that perfect pussy of yours”

I feel a rush of wetness between my legs at his words, the way he knows exactly what to say to make me come undone and he hasn’t even touched me yet. I stand up facing him, his hands resting on my shoulders as he pushes me back onto the desk.

“Now lean back, and let me see what a mess you made for me”

Grinning with anticipation I bring my feet up to rest on the edge of the desk, spreading my legs wide so he can see exactly what he does to me my wetness glistening in the soft light of the study. He wastes no time kneeling before me taking two fingers and coating them in my wetness, dragging them across my sensitive bundle of nerves. I lean my head back against the desk as my back arches, my mouth open in a silent moan. He brings one hand up to cup my breast and I feel two fingers enter me, pumping slowly as he dragged his tongue clear up my center. I swear I see stars because this…

This was pure devotion, I thought, this Illyrian war general, Lord of Bloodshed on his knees for me completely dedicated to my pleasure and devouring me like this was his last supper.

I feel my orgasm building as his tongue and fingers move in unison “Cass, I-“

“I know sweetheart, cum for me” he commands

And I do, my release coating his fingers, a moan escaping my lips as my vision returns to normal.

He plants a final sloppy kiss on my clit and begins trailing soft open-mouthed kisses up my body. Stopping at my breasts and grazing each nipple with his teeth before meeting my mouth in a needy kiss the taste of both our fluids lingering on our tongues. I moan into his mouth as his hard length presses into my entrance. He reaches a hand between us to line himself up as he slides into me in one long thrust burying himself to the hilt. We both gasp at the sensation.

Cassian leans back to watch where our bodies are connected, slowly pulling out of me to the tip before ramming his cock back into me his thumb moving to my clit, rubbing lazy circles while the other holds onto my hip as he sets an excruciatingly slow pace, I can feel every detail of his cock pulling out of me before he snaps back into me.

“Please- Cass, I- I- need more” I pant between thrusts. He stops and leans close to my ear.

“All you had to do was ask sweetheart.” He grins, slipping out of me and turning me around to face the desk “Now be a good girl and bend over”

I lean over the desk and spread my legs to give him access to my center. He moves my hair over my shoulder pushing my face lower to the desk. He pushes into me, the new angle hitting a much deeper place inside me, I let out a breathy moan at the feeling. His hands move to grip my hips pulling me into every thrust. He sets a relentless pace as the sinful sounds of flesh slapping fill the study.

“You feel so good, like this pussy was made for me” he groans

One of his hands holds my waist firmly against the desk as the other comes to wrap around my throat, I arch my back into his touch allowing him better access. His skilled fingers lightly squeeze eliciting a moan from me and I feel my release slowly building.

I turn my head to look over my shoulder at him as he continues railing me from behind, my hands adjusting their grip on the desk, so I can meet his thrusts rocking myself back onto him, his cock hitting that perfect part of me that I know will send me over the edge. “I’m- I’m so close Cass-” I manage to say as his hands come to grasp my hips and I can feel every inch of him as he ruts into me, every vein and ridge of his massive length as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

“That’s it sweetheart, that’s my good girl, you’re taking me so well” he moans

“Cass I can’t- fuck I’m gonna- I’m-” I whimper out

“That’s it baby, make a mess all over my cock” he says as the next thrust pushes me over the edge, I feel my walls constrict around him as I scream his name coming completely undone, my body feeling weak as my legs turn to jelly. He grips me tighter, pumping into me as he builds to his own release which is not far behind as his calculated thrusts become more erratic and uncontrolled. Cassian came with a loud moan; his dick pulsing inside of me as his release barrels through him his wings flaring behind him, the sensation sent me over the edge again; another orgasm rolling through me that makes my already fluttering walls tighten around him. He slowly pulls out of me with a groan.

I feel the combination of both our releases slowly slide down my thigh as he presses a kiss to my shoulder grabbing a towel from the small bathroom within the study to clean me up. Once he is satisfied with his handiwork, we begin collecting our discarded clothing pulling it on in comfortable silence.

“You weren’t really upset at all were you?” I question him with a sly grin as we both finish getting dressed.

“No, just thought I would give you some new material.” I roll my eyes at his response “Now if I recall, you have guests and I’m not supposed to be here. Have fun with the girls Nes” he gives me a kiss on the head and walks out of the study, and out of the house.

After a quick look in the mirror in the hall, I make my way back to the sitting room.

“What was all that about?” Emerie asks as I enter. She returns her attention to pouring three glasses of wine as I take up my spot for the night.

“I think were about to find out” says Gwyn, I laugh and take a glass from Emerie.

“Well…today started just like every other day” I begin.

[universitypenguin]

What happened to u? U okay?

Hello!

First off, thank you for your concern. I appreciate it and I needed it after the past two days. To answer your question - I'm doing great.

I don’t have a lot of context about your question, but I’m guessing your concern is due to my recent blocking spree. A day ago, I went through my followers list and found some minors. I’ve previously seen smut fanfic writers concerned by underage people interacting with their posts. Until I had to block a few of them, I wasn’t aware how uncomfortable it would make me feel.

Since the blocking spree, I've had a lot of thoughts. I'm about to spew them everywhere. You might regret asking me if I was okay. Sorry about that. No one needs to read this whole manifesto about my rollercoaster of emotions the past few days. But in the interest of transparency, I'm posting this very long note.

What I want my readers to know is the following:

Tumblr is both a place for fanfiction and a social media site.

When I interact with followers and write explicit content, I have to be careful about what I'm saying and who I'm saying it to.

I don't intend to block or purge my followers in the future.

As long as I appropriately tag and put warnings on my work, that is adequate protection for my blog. Everything I write containing explicit content is tagged.

However, I won't interact with users who don't have an age stated in their bio.

There have to be boundaries, given the content of my writing. But I've also come around to the realization that I'm not capable of policing every interaction. Tumblr is a public forum. Minors following me makes me uncomfortable. But by the same token, my work is clearly labeled at 18+ and so is my blog.

There's a lot of explicit content out there for minors if you really think about it. In my high school freshman English class we talked about the book "The Color Purple." Believe me, that was explicit and we were only 14. Any minor with a library card and a Google browser can access a lot more intense content than what I write. I hope they're all being safe, but I can't have a melt down blocking spree again.

I'm not a cop, I'm not a parent, and what minors consume is down to them and the adult responsible for them. If I know someone is a minor I'll block them, should I notice they're trying to interact with me. Otherwise, I'm not purging my followers ever again. It's too much drama. I'd rather leave Tumblr than do that twice. I'm tired and I'm starting to work on my post graduate classes, I work full time in a demanding job, I'm in the process of editing my novel, and trying to keep up with my personal life. Quite literally, I don't have time to block. Writing fanfic is supposed to be my fun time. Let's keep it that way.

Due to the fact that some people I blocked were later unblocked after I took a closer look at their blogs, I'm posting a full explanation below. A quick summary is this:

After only writing for three months, I'd amassed 500 followers. On Monday I blocked almost 200 of them. Then I reviewed my block list and editing down some people who were prematurely blocked. [I assume the anon is one of the unblocked who had me disappear from their dash. Sorry!] This blocking thing isn't sustainable. In the future I'll run my blog differently as far as interaction goes in an effort to be responsible.

Continue reading for the saga of:

The Great Blocking Spree and Existential Crisis of an Erotic Fanfic Writer.

The Blocking Spree:

On Monday I realized a thirteen year old was following me and interacting with my work. This creeped me out.

*Commence blocking spree*

Then I realized how daunting my followers list was. I had 500 followers prior to Monday. That day I blocked about 200 people (some of them prematurely - more on that later.) So after the daunting task of trying to assume, to check bios for ages, to review blog content and determine the user's age, I was tired. Today, I even took a moment to reconsider if I wanted to use Tumblr. Because if all this is my responsibility, maybe I don't have the time or dedication to manage it. When I can be chill, I try to be. This attitude also affected by blocking. It contributed to me unblocking people. When I was doing the blocking spree, I'd give people with no age in their bio a fair shot by reviewing their posts.

I blocked some bot accounts, then a bunch of blank blogs, some ambiguous people who very well could be of age. For the first 100 followers I was pretty aggressive. Then my attention span dropped off and I was a bit more ambivalent. I realized I was doing a crappy job of moderating and wondered what the point was.

The point was that the thirteen year old interacting with my work freaked me out. When I found two sixteen year old followers, it pushed me to continue the purge.

So on I go, blocking. I'm so responsible for doing this, right? But my methodology is crap. What is context for being an adult? Someone had posted about budgeting advice. I thought the budgeting advice was too good for it not to have come from an adult. But my father's a financial advisor and to be honest, I could have given that level of advice at fifteen just from osmosis. Someone had pictures of themselves entering their marijuana plants in the Oregon State Fair. Okay, you've got to be over 18. I didn't block them. Someone else complained about their stats professor and I didn't block them. But in retrospect, one of my high school friends got permission to take college level math courses when we were seniors. She was seventeen when she had a stats professor. The thought circles back - what am I accomplishing here? Next, I went back and unblocked someone who ranted about her Tinder matches being 60 year old men. I wondered if their post was even real. I've lied on the internet before. Nonetheless, I persisted and worked through all 500 followers. When I was done I had 312 followers left.

Post Blocking Spree Existential Crisis:

I know that all the blocking in the world can't stop a teenager who wants to read smut fanfic. I'm not much for posting on social media and I'm not used to a lot of anonymous interaction online. Honestly, I got rid of my SM accounts during college when I felt it was wasting my time. This is the first time I've really use a social media site to post content since college. My twitter account is unused, my Instagram is for close personal friends only, and my TikTok is for mindless consumption of cat videos. (I've trained the algorithm to feed me only cat videos, it's great and I highly recommend it.) I don't post on TikTok, so I don't consider it full use, just lurking.

Okay, Alice, get back to the point....

Right, being anonymous on social media. My blocks are a fence and it's based on self identification from the blogs that follow me. I have little faith in underage consumers to out themselves. I have even less faith in their honesty or respect for an adult's boundaries. They're at a stage in life where they want to push the boundaries. Telling them no is all but inviting them in. I did my blocking spree because I was worried about backlash from someone's parents. But what reasonable judge would come after a fanfic writer? Come on. Logical thoughts but me emotional distress was still brewing.

Why I am the one responsible for who clicks the follow button on my blog? I've always clearly identified what I write and tagged my work as smut.

That thought snapped me out of my whirlwind of anxious thoughts. So I started looking into the laws. My regular work involves medicine, not the legal profession, so I was lost. I found some state level laws that made me glad I'd gone on a blocking spree. California and Florida have specific language in their laws about 'providing minors with explicit content.' But what exactly is that? What I researched applied to the following activities: co-writing smut fanfic with other people, sexting, roleplaying and online messaging.

I run a fanfic blog with limited interaction. I've never done an ask. I don't roleplay on here and I don't want to.

The blocks weren't personal. They were partly based on the awareness that Tumblr is an interactive site and a place that's had a problem with child pornography in the past. But I'm not the smut police. I suck at blocking, and I doubt I did a good job of purging my followers list. This is when it hit me that boundaries are only what I can enforce. They've never been about how other people relate to me, only how I relate to them. (Wow. I've never sounded more like my mother in my life...) After this thought, I started considering what actions I ought to take if I wanted to keep posting fanfic on Tumblr.

My Post Blocking Spree Clarity...

It's up to me who I interact with. I don't have to reply to every comment and re-blog, but I'd like to. I'm stuck between wanting to write for everyone and handling interactions on a social media site that's mostly anonymous.

The fact remains: I can't be the smut police because I suck at it.

What I've decided is that I'll make it very clear on my blog that this is an 18+ space where I publish erotic fanfiction. Smut will always be appropriately marked. I'm not going to interact with reviews, re-blogs, and messages from accounts who don't have their age in their profile. I won't include them in my tag list either. The internet is a public forum. Just as with publishing erotica, once it's out there online for download, it's done. As a ghost writer and an author, I don't control who buys my original fiction, which is just as spicy as my fanfiction. (Trust me, it's explicit. I once had a romance editor tell me I should dial it back on the smutty parts of a novel because "it's a lot of sex for a non-erotica market.") The key difference on Tumblr is about interaction. And that's something I can control. I can decide when I reply to other users. What brought me around to this was the realization that even after the blocking spree, I can't review every single like I get. That's an amount of time and mental energy that's beyond me. Just the past two days have been exhausting and sapped my will to write. Which sucks because I need to go write the next chapter of "Restitution" before tomorrow.

I think the reasons I went on the blocking spree are nuanced. The thirteen year old freaked me out. So did the other underaged people who had ages in their bios. But it also relates to my work. In my job I've seen some nasty child abuse cases. Early on in my career, when I was a 23 year old new hire, I was working on an autopsy for a child abuse victim who'd been murdered by their parent. It was so terrible and graphic, I had to ask one of my older colleagues to take the case. This colleague didn't like me. But she took one look at my face and took the file. She closed out the review without a question and never brought it up again to anyone. I was very grateful. Where I used to work (and where this incident took place) was a major city that holds the unfortunate title of being the human trafficking capital of the US. And something I learned working there was that most human trafficking victims go with their captors willingly. In two years at that job, I never saw one who'd been kidnapped from a dark alley like you see on TV. They were all groomed on social media and thought they were escaping their families (who were often overbearing, toxic, or dysfunctional) for a get away with friends. It was a fun adventure with their internet buddies, until it wasn't.

In retrospect, the underage interaction I found on my blog made me react because of what I've been through. The autopsy case kept coming back to me today while I was at work and I've finally untangled my emotions enough to figure out what caused my melt down. When I was blocking, I was feeling an anxious motivation that I know can only stem from the stress I deal with at my job. Don't feel sorry for me about this - I know my work in medicine helps a lot of people and it's a tremendously satisfying career.

Our Saga's Resolution & How I'm Going to Deal With This In The Future...

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In post block clarity, I offer this conclusion:

I'm writing on a public forum. My work is appropriately tagged as smut. In the future, I will also use the tag #no minors to help with filtering. I've always asked underage people not to interact. And on a public forum, what more can I reasonably do? Going forward I will only interact with those who have their age posted in their bio. But blocking sprees and policing every interaction isn't feasible.

I'll review how I'm going to run my tag lists as well. I need to think it over and let my followers know my decision as to if I'll continue using them. Because tagging is definitely interaction and my current tag list was not screened at all. *face palm*

Finally, to my readers who have blank blogs or don't have an age listed. I respect your right to privacy and I'm careful with my personal information as well. But I've also had an uncomfortable two days. If you've lasted through this venting session until now, you must understand that I'm upset by underage interaction. I'm setting my own boundaries and going forward, I'll own my side of the internet. No interaction from me, unless I know your age. Full stop - no exceptions. I think it is reasonable for me to suggest that you leave something on your blog that signifies you are not a minor, whatever that may be. Someone who I didn't block that stands out in my memory had a bio that said "90s baby." It was simple, direct, and left no doubt they were over 18. No age reveal and not even a name. If you put something like this on your blog it'll help explicit content creators feel more comfortable about their interactions.

I went on a spree this Monday and I admit to being heavy handed and aggressive about pruning followers. I had an emotional reaction due to work stress and I didn't think things through logically. I'm relieved for the chance explain myself and set new boundaries that I'm capable of sticking to in the future. But remember - the block button is on my side of the screen. At the end of the day, you might be unhappy with me for the block, but it's my button, it's my blog, and I'll use it as I see fit.

Thank you for reading.

[teaespensonawards]

Nominations Update 4

Some fresh new nominees for y’all!

There are quite a few here, at last! This update is long. So we’ll put them behind a read more to spare your dash.

The Long Road Home, by @jackabelle73 - FLUFF, FAMILY

An Unconventional Gift, by @shadowedoracle - FLUFF, FAMILY

Nighthawks, Morningbirds, by @ifishouldvanish - FLUFF, COMFORT

Love is Purple, by @xiolaperry - FLUFF, COMFORT

Marbled, by @worryinglyinnocent - FLUFF, REUNION

The Mayor’s Chair, by @worryinglyinnocent - FLUFF, BEST CHILD FIC

In Heat, by @prissyhalliwell - SMUT, KINK

Sense of Touch, by @timelordthirteen - SMUT, KINK

To Kiss the Fingers of the Rain, by @thescholarlystrumpet - SMUT, ROMANCE

Liminal Space, by @rufeepeach - SMUT, ROMANCE

Creature Instincts, by @thestraggletag - SMUT, ROMANCE

Waiting for Gold, by @joylee56 - SMUT, ROMANCE

Heatstroke, by @emospritelet - SMUT, COMEDY

Trio: A Golden Cuffs Story, by @kelyon - SMUT, THREESOME

A Cricket Gets Lucky, by @mrs-stiltskin - SMUT, THREESOME

Undone, by @nerdrumple - SMUT, BEST FIRST TIME

Keep the Change, by @timelordthirteen - SMUT, PWP

In Heat, by @prissyhalliwell - SMUT, PWP

The Ring, by @timelordthirteen - SMUT, BDSM

The Party, by @mrs-stiltskin - SMUT, BDSM

Only Something in Me, by @timelordthirteen - ANGST, WHY?

Ghosts, by @nerdrumple - ANGST, HURTS SO GOOD

Night Shift, by @timelordthirteen - ANGST, HURTS SO GOOD

The Attorneys Paralegal, by Wandering_Willow - ROMANCE, BEST DATE (OVERALL)

A Match Made in Heaven, by @worryinglyinnocent - ROMANCE, BEST COURTSHIP

Arrested Development, by @ddagent - ROMANCE, BEST COURTSHIP

Kiss, by @nerdrumple - ROMANCE, BEST COURTSHIP

Her Angel, by @kelyon - ROMANCE, BEST FIRST MEETING

Distractions, by @thestraggletag - BEST ONE-SHOT

The Gold Fleece, by @eirian-houpe - BEST ONE-SHOT

Queen Takes Knight, by @emospritelet - BEST ONE-SHOT

Our Better Decisions, by @theoneandonlylittlebird - BEST POST-EP FIC

Pillow Talk, by @celticheartedfangirl - BEST POST-EP FIC

Walk of Shame, by @timelordthirteen - BEST COMEDY FIC

Only a Matter of Time, by @mrs-stiltskin - BEST MOVIE AU

Whispers in the Dark, by @thatravenclawbitch - BEST BOOK AU

Around the World in 80 Days, by megara_bee - BEST BOOK AU

Fools Rush In, by @worryinglyinnocent - BEST HISTORICAL AU

Endless, by @mareyshelley - BEST HISTORICAL AU

In All Things, by @timelordthirteen -  BEST AU

Our Masks, by @lotus0kid -  BEST AU

Intended, by @maplesyrupao3 - BEST AU

Lonely Lovers Charm, by @timelordthirteen - BEST AU

Golden Rings, by @kelyon -  BEST AU!OUAT

Marbled, by @worryinglyinnocent -  BEST AU!OUAT

The Contract, by Wandering_Willow - BEST NOVEL LENGTH FIC

In the Right Measure, by @bad-faery  - BEST REMIX

Dripping in Gold, by @maplesyrupao3 - BEST REMIX

Our Masks, by @lotus0kid - BEST REMIX

With Rue and Beauty, by @mareyshelley - BEST DARK CASTLE

Golden Rings, by @kelyon - BEST STORYBROOKE

Where We Fear to Tread, by @lotus0kid - BEST TRAVEL

Lonely Lovers Charm, by @timelordthirteen - BEST GOLDEN LACE

In From the Cold, by @mrs-stiltskin - BEST WOVEN LACE

One Word, Many Meanings, by @peacehopeandrats - BEST WOVEN LACE

Undefined Desires, by @worryinglyinnocent - BEST WOVEN BEAUTY

Undone (Ruby/Archie), by @nerdrumple - BEST SIDE PAIRING

Last Night on Earth (Gideon/OC), by @peacehopeandrats - BEST SIDE PAIRING

Temptation, by @emospritelet - BEST SUPERNATURAL

Dark Sight, by @maplesyrupao3 - BEST SCI-FI

Rest Easy, Love, by @eirian-houpe - BEST SCI-FI

Imp Manor, by @gwenore - BEST HORROR

Alone in My Tower, by @spottytonguedog - FORGOTTEN GEM

Give Unto Me, by @thestraggletag - FORGOTTEN GEM

A Christmas Kiss, by @avatoh - RSS

The Best Offer, by @mareyshelley - RCIJ

In the Garden, by @of-princes-and-savages - RCIJ

Only a Matter of Time, by @mrs-stiltskin - RCIJ

A Savior of Snails, by @xiolaperry - FLUFFAPALOOZA

Cactus, by @eirian-houpe - A MONTHLY RUMBELLING (NON-SMUT)

Speak of the Devil, by @worryinglyinnocent - A MONTHLY RUMBELLING (NON-SMUT)

The Trouble with Bikinis, by @worryinglyinnocent - A MONTHLY RUMBELLING (SMUT)

Oak and Thorn, by @eirian-houpe - A MONTHLY RUMBELLING (SMUT)

An Appreciation of Brownie Batter, by @worryinglyinnocent - RUMBELLE IS HOPE

Breaking Cycles, by @deliriumsdelight7 - BEST BELLE

The Spinner in Chains, by @mrs-stiltskin - BEST DARK!ONE BELLE

Masters of Destiny, by @deliriumsdelight7 - BEST DARK!ONE BELLE

Dark Sight, by @maplesyrupao3 - BEST AU BELLE

Keep the Change, by @timelordthirteen - BEST LACEY

Never Let Me Go, by @thatravenclawbitch - BEST LACEY

True Belief (Jefferson), by @emospritelet - BEST BFF/WINGMAN

Bobby’s Headcanon, by @desperatemurph - BEST FAN ART

Color, Brilliance, and Strangeness, by @ifishouldvanish - BEST GRAPHIC ART (GIFS)

The Library, by @virgidearie​ - BEST AU IN ART

Happiness, by @virgidearie​ - BEST FLUFF ART

Gifset inspired by Twisted Fate, by @ryoko1027​ - BEST SMUTTY ART

Love Letters, by @dekayingtree​ - BEST COMIC/GRAPHIC NOVEL

Ogilvelle AU, by @desperatemurph​ - BEST COMIC/GRAPHIC NOVEL

Real Inside Rumple Holding Belle Back, by @dekujin​ - BEST DARK ONE FORM

Spinner!Dark One AU, by @desperatemurph​ - BEST DARK ONE FORM

Goop!Rumple, by @dekujin​ - BEST USE OF COLOR

Belle and Ogilvy in the belly of the beast, by @rumpledspinster​ - BEST USE OF COLOR

The Library, by @virgidearie​ - BEST USE OF COLOR

@ryoko1027​ - BEST ARTIST

@staypee​ - BEST ARTIST

@jenitosam​ - BEST ARTIST

@vayuvayu​ - BEST NEW ARTIST

@dekayingtree​ - BEST NEW ARTIST

@worryinglyinnocent​ - BEST AUTHOR

@ifishouldvanish​ - LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT AWARD

@mareyshelley​ -  LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT AWARD

@timelordthirteen​ -  LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT AWARD

@worryinglyinnocent​ -  LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT AWARD

@desperatemurph​ -  LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT AWARD

(We’re still receiving submissions of nominations, so the final update won’t come until sometime tomorrow. Then later in the next day or two, the final, FULL list will be posted. Also, if you have any corrections, please do send us an ask!!)

[punkpoemprose]

December 5th- Like Other Girls Do

Universe: Modern AU

Rating: M (Mature, but no sex yet)

Length: 2287 Words

An extension of the “Is This Seat Taken” Universe I wrote a while back (Oh my God it was 2015!). This had to be broken into two separate pieces because it was becoming excessively long! So here we are Pt 1/2, strongly worded smut to follow!

Anna had never imagined that she would have planned out her “first time”. As soon as she was signed up for college, she had assumed that it would just happen some crazy night with a nice guy she met at a party or something like that. It was how it always seemed to happen on television and in the smutty novels she’d hidden under her bed in high school.

She’d been close with a freshman year boyfriend who had hardly been a boyfriend in any way that counted. He’d been interested in her for her name, had taken her out once or twice and had never kissed her, but had tried once or twice to get her into his bed. When she’d smartened up and left him, she’d tried to go on the rebound but had found it much easier to sit in her apartment with a container of chocolate ice-cream and a marathon of 90’s cartoons.

It had barely been a blink and she was in her senior year and with all her exams and the advent of boxed wine, her tub, and a waterproof battery powered boyfriend being a viable option, she hadn’t really given cherry popping much thought. Yet, she was on the bus back home with a man at her side that she hadn’t sought out in the slightest and they were both boiling over with a sort of nervous excitement.

He’d just finished work, she’d just finished her last final, and now a month into dating and dancing around the will they or won’t they, he’d anxiously and a bit sweetly asked and planned out a night for them to get to know one another in the biblical sense. He’d wanted to take her out to dinner, but she’d insisted on the takeout she was holding. Sitting through a meal with the anticipation of what they were going to do would ruin her appetite, she’d warned him, and she’d wanted her favorite Chinese as a reward for finishing out her schoolwork anyway. He’d offered to pick her up from school, but she’d wanted to take the bus, it was after all where they’d met in the first place, and it kept them from being alone in awkward silence. The hustle and bustle of others around them on the commute was enough to keep her from focusing on her own nervousness. Or at least she’d thought that it would be.

They’d decided that they’d do it at her apartment and she’d cleaned meticulously despite him having spent the night there on several occasions in the past. She’d washed the sheets and folded hospital corners into her bed. She’d bought herself her first set of lingerie that was meant to be sexy and was wearing it beneath her sun dress, hoping that it was the right thing to do to surprise him. It was what the girls did in the other, more adult, romance novels that she was now hiding under her bed.

She’d bought wine and she’d bought condoms and she’d counted the steps between her bed and her bathroom. She’d bought a copy of Cosmo, she’d thrown out the copy of Cosmo, she’d been too embarrassed to check out the copy of the Kama Sutra from the library and she’d overthought every single way in which the event could go down. She’d done her research, started birth control, cried a lot from both the research and the birth control and now with tonight being the night, meticulously planned and thought out, she felt like she was going to be sick.

Another crowd loaded onto the bus and Anna looked down at her feet. She knew she had no business being as nervous as she was after four years of it being anything but a big deal, and yet she was anxious. She’d always been of the mentality that it would “happen when it happened” and now she was planning and counting down seconds and wondering when exactly she’d lost her nonchalance. Her leg was bouncing, and she was stricken by curiosity as to why her younger self hadn’t worried more about the act.

She felt his arm wrap around her shoulder gently. He was warm and solid at her side, pulling her tight to him as strangers took seats at their sides.

“Cold?” he asked, and she realized that she was shaking more than she’d thought. The May heat had been unseasonably sweltering, but with the sun having gone down, the thin fabric of her sundress, and the air conditioning of the bus she was feeling a bit chilly.

She nodded. It was the easier answer, and it was at least partially true. Of course, she was almost entirely certain that he knew there was more to it than that, but he was pulling her closer against him and taking off his denim jacket to rest it over her shoulders.

She didn’t know quite why she was tearing up, but she ducked her head back down and snuggled into his jacket, feeling overwhelmed. She could feel his hand running up and down her arm gently through the fabric and she closed her eyes and focused on it. The noise around her settled into a hum and she allowed herself to be comforted by the way he pressed his lips to her hair as they rode along.

Kristoff, for all his nervousness and gentlemanly nature, had never shied away from tasteful public displays of his affection for her. Anna appreciated it, particularly now that she needed it. Despite the source of her nervousness being attached to him, and what they’d be doing soon, she found that his warmth and affection was just as comforting as it always was. He always knew just how to help her, and even from their first meeting, he always had.

When the bus stopped, he picked up their takeout and lead her from the bus with his hand in hers. The air outside was less chill, but Anna felt comfortable still wearing his jacket. Now that they were just minutes away from being in her apartment, she found her nervousness fading to the background somewhat. For all her concerns, she was with Kristoff, and if she’d learned anything in the past months, it was that everything was okay when she was at his side.

“You know we don’t have to do anything,” he whispered as they entered her building’s elevator together.

It sent a pleasant chill down her spine to hear him address it. His voice was low and husky and while she knew that he meant what he was saying, she could also tell that he was looking forward getting her into bed. That alone was enough to get her feeling a bit warm.

The lobby had been quiet, and she hadn’t seen many lights on as they’d approached the building. It was too early for everyone to be in bed and so she determined that most of her neighbors were enjoying a nice evening out. She wouldn’t complain about the matter given that someone hearing them through the walls or floor had been one of the concerns she’d spent hours overthinking.

“I want to,” she said in response, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks, “It’s just that… you know I’ve never…”

He nodded, “And you know I haven’t either.”

She nodded. It was uncharted territory for them both. The furthest they’d gone before had been a bit of heavy petting that had made her feel like a teenager again and had left her wanting more. She couldn’t help but to wonder what exactly he had in mind for the evening given that she’d worried about everything else.

The elevator dinged when they reached her floor and he gestured to let her out first. Her apartment was the furthest from the elevator and she felt as if the hallway was endless as she walked toward her door. He was close behind her as they made their way, and she was careful to keep his jacket from falling off her shoulder as she dug into the pockets of her dress for her keys.

When the door was finally within reach, she fumbled a bit with the lock, but managed to open it and enter her home. It had been meticulously cleaned and it still smelled like lemon cleaner, which hit her when she opened the door. It was partially because of what he was coming over to do, and partially because she liked to clean to avoid studying. She’d managed to hack her sense of accomplishment by counting a clean house as something just as positive as a book chapter read. It had done little for her education, but quite a lot for her mental health.

She heard the door close behind them and she toed off her shoes slowly as he removed his and brought the food to the kitchen table. Her apartment was small, and as such there weren’t a lot of places, she could hide to recompose herself. He could clearly see her nervousness as she hung his jacket up, and she could feel his eyes on her.

His arms were around her again. He held her tight, but not restrictively, around her waist and she sighed when he leaned down to press his forehead into hers.

“I know I just said it, so I won’t again. I want you to be comfortable, okay? Nothing you don’t want.”

Anna closed her eyes and sighed. She hated her lack of confidence when she was usually the one taking the lead. It was just that she didn’t like the sense of not knowing what she was doing at all. Normally she had enough of a sense of the things that she was getting into with him that she felt at least somewhat comfortable, but now there was no amount of reading and research that made her feel ready for a practical application.

“Kris, can we just… sit on the couch and see where it goes? I’m sorry. I thought I’d be ready, but I’m not sure.”

He didn’t respond, but she felt herself being swept up into his arms and when they reached her couch, he set her down carefully before sitting at her side. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and she could feel his smile against her skin. He was close to her side, but she knew that he wasn’t going to get any closer until she did. He’d always been good about barriers, always apologizing if he thought for even a moment that he’d overstepped a boundary and always going out of his way in every context to make sure she felt comfortable.

The way he behaved when it came to her comfort was one of the many reasons why she’d wanted to become intimate with him in the first place and was certainly what had lead her to want to take things to a new level.

She swung her legs up onto his lap, a pretense which was more for her benefit than for his when it came to taking things slow as she’d just asked. She knew that she’d be in his lap entirely within moments but nudging her legs onto him first felt like a good place to start.

Kristoff’s hand went to her legs and, still leaned in, he shifted from her cheek to the edge of her jaw, kissing slowly down to her chin and then back up until his lips met hers fully. His hand was running up and down the tops of her legs slowly, always staying below her hemline, but teasing at the skin that was just at the line.

She kissed him back and leaned into it, feeling so much more comfortable in the charted waters of a couch make out session that she was emboldened by his affections. Her thighs spread apart, and she shifted herself, as expected, into his lap, her legs on either side of his. His hand moved north, but not dramatically so such that his hands were gripping her hips as she was moving her body closer to his.

The moments where she had to break their kiss to move felt like a travesty, and she was quick to recapture his lips each time. She liked to kiss him, especially when she was the one leading and deepening their contact. She enjoyed his allowing her to be in charge and when she bucked her hips forward against him, she swallowed the groan that left his lips.

All the articles she’d read and mental checklists she’d written escaped her when she felt his hands grip her hips more tightly than he had before and when she’d felt him pressing into her through her panties. Her skirt was already hiked up around her, fabric shoved to the spaces between them that she could stomach to have space between. She couldn’t think of how to move, so she pivoted her hips on instinct, kissing him as she did so until she could no longer differentiate between his panting and her moaning.

His hands were under her skirt and her lips were on his neck by the time she had the good sense to realize that her fears had been abolished and her confidence had been built back up to acceptable levels.

“Could we maybe take this to my bedroom now?” She asked, panting against his hot skin, lips tasting like sweat and feeling swollen.

“Oh God yes!” Was his response as he stood and carried her with her legs wrapped around his waist toward her bedroom door.

She could only smile into his neck in response, feeling for the first time in the day that she had nothing to worry about.

[maiden-of-wolves]

OC’s as Inquisition Companions

Name: Ariel Grace

Race / Class / Specialization: Human / Archer, then must switch to daggers or sword/shield when her glasses break/are broken / Tempest (or Ranger, if we’re allowed to use other game’s specializations…)

Gender Identity: Female; she/her

Varric’s Nickname for them: Pixie

Short Bio: Having grown up with fantasy stories and playing games to escape her ever-mediocre life back home, she was very familiar with Dragon Age. Impressively so, by some people’s measure. Now, she’s here and she has no idea what to do about it. She finds that she has to relearn how to read and becomes ill often because she has not encountered the diseases of Thedas. Another curiosity is that she appears to either reflect or absorb magic, essentially making her immune to both offensive and defensive/restorative magic. She is able to expel it as well, but it often comes out as a different element than was used on her and is hard for her to control in the beginning.

What would their companion card look like?

<<Death Tarot>>

Recruitment Mission: It is an optional war table mission. It’s next to Haven on the map and is simply a notification from Solas about having gotten notice from scouts of an unusual rift. And that he needs to see them as soon as possible. If you choose to “Go to” you will go outside and towards the dungeons and Solas will come up dragging a bound Ariel with him.

Basically, she appears near Haven and is found by a scouting party before you decide to look for help from either the Mages or Templars. She’s taken to Haven’s dungeons and interrogated by Cassandra and Solas. Mostly Solas. He brings her to the Inquisitor to have them decide what to do with her, citing that she seems to have foreknowledge of the world, but he cannot place how she came there or even what she is. You will have the option to allow her to join the Inquisition or to kill her. If you don’t choose the mission, she will simply starve/freeze in the Haven dungeons.

Where would they be in Skyhold / Haven?

In Haven, she would be near the mines area you fall in while escaping or in the clinic, being treated.

In Skyhold she’d be in the library, with Varric in the hall, by the stables talking with the horses or with Dagna (if you recruit her) in the Underforge.

Quest 1: <<TBD>>

Quest 2: <<TBD>>

Quest 3: <<TBD>>

How to get their approval:

Help “the little guy” (aka people that are down on their luck and need help, beggars, slaves seeking freedom, etc.); Be curious, since she very much wants to know everything she can (if she doesn’t already know about it from the codex entries); Be snarky to nobles or those that are snarky with you; help/be nice to your fellow companions.

How to get their disapproval:

Protect nobility at the expense of those beneath them; turning a blind eye in exchange for gold; flirting with others if you are in a relationship (with her or anyone else); being abrasive when you could have saved people by being diplomatic/clever.

Are they romanceable?

Yes! By men and women, (race gated against dwarves and qunari - Sorry! T_T) but you will need to go VERY easy on the flirting for a while if you’re a lady. She’s not had a physical relationship with a woman before, but is open to the idea.

Can you have sex with them?

Only if you’re on friendly terms; none of this ‘rivalmance’ nonsense. If you’re on her blacklist, she’d rather stick some acid on your lips than kiss them.

Are they open to polyamoury?

Only if it’s talked through and everything is out in the open. She will be very upset for quite a while if you just randomly decide to add another person. And she will be VERY hesitant to join an already established relationship because she needs reassurance that she’s worthwhile.

If they can be romanced and are not will they begin a relationship / relationships with other characters? If so, who?

If Cullen isn’t being romanced, she’d probably start one with him. She’d be there for him during his lyrium withdrawal episodes and sing him back to sleep when he woke.

If Zevran was there and not romanced with the Warden, she’d go for him; same with Fenris not romanced by Hawke.

Who are they friendly with?

Varric is her best friend (except the Inquisitor, if they’re good to her).

The Iron Bull and she get along well; he’s curious about her and likes teasing her.

She likes reading those smutty novels with Cassandra and encourages her so she can “practice reading” ;P.

She and Cullen will be all but kindred spirits in temperament and will get along well; she invents a potion that tastes like lyrium to help his withdrawal (like a kind of placebo). She will also question him about his views on mages and remind him of how he used to talk about them. She wants him to really grow as a person, not just be forgiven for who is was and no follow-up made.

Dorian and Ariel have a kind of love-hate relationship, since he loves to tease her/play flirt and enjoys her easy-to-blush nature far too much. Still, she respects him for trying to change Tevinter and since she spends a lot of time in the library they’re near each other a lot. They often have discussions he has a hard time stomaching about his homeland (usually regarding slavery).

She respects Josephine but the Antivan is very confused by Ariel’s venomous reaction to nobility considering her background.

She also respects Leliana’s abilities but they argue over the Chantry and faith when either topic comes up.

She both likes and hates Cole. She appreciates that he helps people and often asks him to help her help people, but she hates when he reads her.

She likes Blackwall and they often discuss his past (after she reveals she knows) and she encourages him to just atone as Blackwall. She affectionately calls him “Dad” because he reminds her of her father and often gives her fatherly advice, especially about combat.

Who do they dislike?

She knows what Solas wants to do and she hates him for it. They often argue about it, as she’s trying desperately to change his mind. Still, he helps her manage her odd abilities and helps her deal with her odd relationship to the Fade.

Though in goal/opinion they are very similar, she dislikes Sera. She sees her as little more than a snotty brat with a vicious temper and a deplorable liking for “pranks”.

She dislikes Vivienne on principle, as she’s a noble in every aspect and enjoys that life. Eventually, she comes to respect her and it is somewhat mutual.

Cole’s reading:

“Thoughts… so much. Home. It’s not a game anymore. I can’t say it. What’s the point of knowing… if you can’t change it?”

Companion card changes

Loyalty:

<<Temperance Tarot>>

Romance:

<<TBD>>

Side Mission:

<<TBD>>

When nearing a hidden item:

“Looks like things have been disturbed here...”

When seeing a high dragon:

“Well, great! There’s death coming from every possible direction now.”

Or, if The Iron Bull is in the party:

“...No, Bull. I’m not dying today.”

Side quest reaction(s):

<<TBD>>

Low health:

“Some help would be nice!”

“I wonder...where I’ll go…”

The Inquisitor falls:

(If friendly/romanced) “NO! I won’t let you go!”

(If neutral) “Our Inquisitor needs us!”

(If low approval) “You can’t give up!”

Greeting(s) / Goodbye(s)

Low approval:

“What do you want now?”

“Yeah, you go have fun elsewhere. I’ve got actual work to do.”

Neutral approval:

“Do you need something?”

“Okay. Bye then.”

Friendly:

“Oh, hey! What’s up?”

“Let me know if you need anything else. I’ll be around.”

Romanced:

“O-oh. Uhm… hi!” o///o

“Hope you can spare some time for me later. I’ve… really missed you.” >////>

Opinions on mages / templars / how the world is going to shit?

She’s very much against mages murdering people to retain their freedom, but she is equally against all the abuses that templars had heaped upon them to bring them to this point.

She thinks the rebel mages could be brought to heel and likes the idea of them creating the College of Enchanters, outside the Chantry’s influence, and wants all mages to be free but to be taught how to control their magic and punished appropriately when they do not.

She knows the Templars are useful, but doesn’t like them as an order controlled by the Chantry. She wants them to be disbanded and made into a separate type of guardsman everywhere so mages could live as normal people but still be brought to heel if they went all abomination or killed someone/manipulated them with magic.

She knows what created the breach so she has to keep her mouth shut about it and thus doesn’t like talking about it.

Something guaranteed to make them leave the party?

If you help slavers, take a bribe to turn a blind eye or kill innocents.

                                          Imprisoned at Redcliffe

How is your OC holding up in Redcliffe, being slowly infected with red lyrium over the course of a year?

She heaves this incredibly dramatic sigh when she sees the Inquisitor. Basically just says, “FUCKING FINALLY, GET ME OUT OF THIS CELL.” She’s not infected but it’s been trying for so long that she’s weak as all hell from it stealing her energy.

                                                      The Fade

How they react:

Awe and nervousness. She dreams of this place but the interactions are all different. She is normally protected by spirits, who found her first as she slowly mastered her ‘gift/curse’ and became visible to the other denizens. She may have several whisps following her about as you wander, as they recognized and found her, but they are scared and weakened in the Nightmare’s territory.

Their tombstone:

Being Nothing but a Burden

What fears look like:

Goliath Tigerfish

“Okay, this is fucked up. I know this is the Fade and the laws of normal existence don’t apply, but still! You need water to swim, not air!” ~points accusingly at an approaching nightmare~ “Stop snappin’ your jaws at me you assholes!”

What the Nightmare says:

“And here is the talk of the Fade. The anomaly. The stranger in a strange land.” ~deep, booming laughter~ “Your spirits cannot save you here, child. I have long wondered what kind of creature you would become were I to claim you…”

OR, if romanced:

“Ah, the anomaly. Do you truly know what will happen here? I will tell you, since you crave knowledge. Your beloved will die and I will throw you back to suffer. Wilt away in your guilt and despair. You will feed me and my brethren for years to come, wallowing in it until it is all you know… just like your father.”

Hawke or Warden:

She understand the reasons for both

There will be a minor approval drop for choosing the Warden (large if it is a romanced Alistair)

If Hawke romanced Fenris, there will be a major approval drop

If Hawke romanced anyone else or remained alone, there will be a minor approval drop

The Wardens - Exile or Allies?

Again, she understand the reasons for both. Only a minor approval drop for exile and minor approval boost for making them allies.

                                                     Halamshiral

Where they linger:

If she’s not romanced she’ll probably be near Cullen, engaging him in conversation in order to help keep the “suitors” at bay.

If she or Cullen is romanced she’ll be seeking shelter with Varric and tells you to hurry up so she can get the hell out of this viper’s nest.

Are they good at the Game?

She could be, if she wanted to be. She knows how she just hates using the skills she was brought up with as a child of an upper-middle class family back home.

What people say about them:

(if neither she nor Cullen were romanced)

“Why must that homely girl take up the Commander’s time? Doesn’t she realize her betters need to speak with him?”

(if the Inquisitor romanced her)

“The Inquisitor keeps such homely company… I can’t see why there are rumors about them. She is unremarkable and abrasive.”

“Who is that mouse beside Master Tethras? A fan of his work?”

Gaspard, Briala or Celene?

Briala and Celene together! Always. OTP. Major approval boost for this option.

She’ll give a minor approval boost for Briala blackmailling Gaspard or Celene ruling alone.

Will have a major approval drop for allowing Gaspard to rule alone.

                                                Temple of Mythal

Rituals or Hole?

Ritual. This is their place and you must respect it. Plus, she knows that you’ll get there before it’s too late even if you take the time and knows how to do the puzzle.

Agree with the Elves’ bargain?

YES. She hates having to kill anyone if there’s another way… unless they’re assholes. Abelas kind of is, but not enough to justify being killed. Plus, it’s easier to get where you’re going if you accept and she will be taking photos of the murals and stuff you find along the way for safekeeping/inspection later.

Morrigan or the Inquisitor for the Well?

She leaves it up to the Inquisitor if they’re not involved.

If romanced or if they are friends, she will tell the Inquisitor that they really don’t want to take it in and to let Morrigan do it. “It will be helpful… you just don’t want the burden. Trust me.”

                                                    Trespasser:

Depending on who she’s with, she’ll have done different things.

If she was romanced by the Inquisitor she’d be busy helping with the Inquisition. Creating new tools/helping advance medicine for non-mages as well as mages/trying to recreate basics from home like running water that anyone can install on their houses. She’d go with them to the Exalted Council if asked and will be able to tell them about what’s going on if they asked/wanted to know. She could also be told to stay behind and use her knowledge of the attending nobles to help Josephine.

If she wasn’t romanced by the Inquisitor and Cullen wasn’t romanced, she would be assisting him. She would have expanded her making of the placebo to give to all the Templars that wanted to be off of lyrium. She will likely have also worked with advancing medicine and providing basic improvements to people’s lives. Again, if asked, she would attend the Exalted Council. If not, Cullen will likely ask her to come just to help him retain his sanity. He will ask her to marry him there, as he would have the Inquisitor. She would happily find the Inquisitor to let them know and tell them they need to survive so they can all meet up again for a proper party and feast for the wedding when they get back to Ferelden.

If Zevran was around she’d help him in dealing with the Crows and set up a library where she takes in and “homeschools” recruits that he liberates from the Crows. She’s soon surrounded by children and is unable to attend the Exalted Council. Before she left the Inquisition she acquired a pair of sending crystals so that no matter where she was the Inquisitor could get a hold of her if necessary. She will advise them on what to do if they ask.

If Fenris was around, they’d travel about tracking down slavers and eventually attempt to lead a slave uprising in Tevinter. Since, by the end of her tale she’d be a powerful proper mage she could do reconnaissance in full view and not be thought much of. She would have given the Inquisitor one of a pair of sending crystals to keep in contact and would offer her knowledge if asked during the Exalted Council. In Tevinter, she tips off the right people and kills those that won’t help and then Fenris inspires slaves to rise. She’d meet Dorian on his way back and chuckle, saying, “time to put out the fires and start again. I did the easy part. The rest is up to you.” She’ll probably get hit for that.

I’ll probably add more at some point. Still can’t decide about her side quests... so that’ll have to wait.