#and REAL chicory coffee

[milqueandsugar]

🌼☕` Wearing His Clothes`☕🌼

Gen / Fluff

Includes / Alastor , Lucifer

| ALASTOR |

If Alastor could spend every evening like this, he would. A warm hellish day, a pleasant breeze that made the usual sulphuric smell that lingered in the air tolerable, and most of all, you by his side. The scarlet parasol you carried over your shoulder sifted the dying rays of the sun into a glorious red. If Alastor could devour an image he'd have this walk on a plate.

"Have I ever mentioned how marvelous you are in red?" The static of his voice crackled to life, so did the blood in your cheeks. "Very, very often." You tease, his grin widens. "Oh so not nearly enough."

You were working up a come back when something heavy dropped onto your shoulders. It smelled of chicory and black coffee, it smelled of Alastor. You poked your head up out of a collar, his collar. You stared up at your lover who twirled the parasol you must have dropped in hid hand. Spinning the red refracted light around the both if you like a kelidoscope.

"You are darling in red, I'll have to ring up Rosie to get you one of your own."

"Matching outfits Alastor? Tattoos next?"

"I was thinking rings, but by the by."

Alastor is definitely a possessive character but I don't think that translates at all to you wearing his clothes

He's actually quite protective of them, he's as particular as he is possessive and it has to be some sort of gesture for him to lend it to you

He especially holds off on lending clothes to you if you make it know you like it, just for teasing purposes of course!

He only truly lends you his bow tie or jacket and only, of course, on his terms

He finds it endearing, how flattered or excited you are at something as simple as a coat, though he holds this little secret close to his chest

It's not as fun if you can tease him back!

Due to his more animalistic tendencies/physicality he is particularly sensitive to smell

If you REALLY want to rile him up use his cologne or soap, it might take a day or two but it's impossible not to notice his increase in physical affection

Once he registers that wearing his clothes is another, far more subtle way of having you smell like him he'll be far more generous with lending you garments.

| LUCIFER |

Every few months you cleaned out the closet, Lucifer liked to buy things, you liked to wear things, both of you were terrible for over filling your closet. He was out for a day out with Charlie, which made things easier. You loved him truly but he made tossing things out difficult, it was too pretty or to cute, to sexy for him to part with. He wasn't wrong, he had an excellent eye for picking clothes you liked, but at this rate you'd need to buy a new home to accommodate for the mass amounts of clothes!

It was when putting the keeps back when you noticed it, his hat. A hat you both loved and hated, the golden snake around its brim gleaned in the light. You snatched it from the shelf at the top of the closet. Your surprised he didn't bring it today, he wore it always, especially when with Charlie. You wondered if she liked it, or if she liked it when she was a kid and bright colours were like moths to light.

You step over to stand in front of the floor length mirror. It felt like a normal hat, of beautiful craftsmanship of course, but just a normal hat. You couldn't see why he was obsessed with the thing. You felt a little silly wearing it, you felt even sillier when a snort sounded from behind you.

"Oh so that's where my hat went"

He thinks it's cute!!

He's confident so he doesn't see any real need to mark or claim you, he knows he loved you, and he knows you love him just as much!

Absolutely pleased to lend you clothes!

If it becomes a habit of yours he even goes out of his way to pick up clothes he thinks both of you will like

Turns into a fun shopping activity!

Be fully prepared for him to start stealing your clothes too though this is a two way street

Maybe it's for the best too he's got no style let's be honest

Absolutely tortures you if he discovers you think it's hot, wears your clothes out, wears your clothes in private, when your on a date

Good luck, they're pretty much his now

No hiding if you dress more feminely either he's not afraid of rocking a mini skirt

The act itself doesn't do anything but seeing you so excited about it?? That does it for him

[cera-writes]

Heyo saw you were taking requests for Gambit and I'm deathly starved for content of our favorite cajun could I request something really fluffy maybe Remy taking us to the french quarter and going to cafe du monde for beignets and taking touristy pics in front of the st Louis just light hearted fun 😊 anyway love your writing and hope you keep it up!

I love this idea! I literally went to New Orleans again over the weekend and it's fresh off my memory so this was a fun idea to write <3 Pairing: Remy LeBeau x Reader Prompt: Remy shows reader a fun, cute time in the French Quarter.

A walk Around the Quarter

The air hung thick with the scent of chicory coffee and powdered sugar, drawing Remy LeBeau and you deeper into the bustling heart of the French Quarter. The vibrant hues of Creole cottages and wrought iron balconies blurred past as Remy, ever the charming guide, navigated the labyrinthine streets with practiced ease. Each corner turned revealed a new treasure: a hidden courtyard overflowing with blooming jasmine, a street musician coaxing soulful melodies from a weathered saxophone, the tantalizing aroma of Cajun spices wafting from an open doorway.

"Welcome, cher," Remy announced with a flourish as you both emerged into the sun-drenched plaza fronting the iconic St. Louis Cathedral. "The crown jewel of New Orleans, and the perfect backdrop for our first touristy snapshot."

He winked and produced a camera seemingly from thin air, capturing your smiles against the majestic facade. Then, with a playful tug, he led you towards your ultimate destination.

"Prepare yourself," Remy warned with a grin. "For a taste of pure, unadulterated bliss."

Cafe du Monde, a bastion of beignet-fueled delight, awaited. The air thrummed with the lively chatter of patrons and the rhythmic clatter of trays laden with the irresistible pastries. Remy secured a coveted table, its marble top already dusted with a generous layer of powdered sugar. A street performer, drawn by your laughter, serenaded you both with a jaunty tune on his accordion, adding a touch of whimsy to the already enchanting atmosphere.

"Three beignets, s'il vous plait," Remy requested with a practiced charm that had the waitress returning in record time.

The beignets arrived, a trio of golden-brown pillows, their airy centers promising a symphony of flavor. Remy, a connoisseur of the finer things, demonstrated the proper technique: a delicate pinch, a generous dip in the accompanying mound of powdered sugar, and a bite that elicited a satisfied sigh.

"C'est magnifique, non?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with delight.

The afternoon unfolded in a leisurely haze of powdered sugar and laughter. You strolled through Jackson Square, admiring the vibrant works of local artists, and paused to listen to the soulful melodies of a street musician. Remy, ever the entertainer, even tried his hand at juggling, much to the amusement of onlookers. A horse-drawn carriage clopped past, its passengers waving merrily, and Remy couldn't resist doffing his hat with a flourish.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the Quarter, Remy and you found yourselves back at the St. Louis Cathedral. The plaza was bathed in a soft, ethereal light, creating a scene of undeniable romance. The street lamps flickered to life, casting dancing shadows on the ancient walls, and the distant sound of jazz music drifted on the breeze.

"One last photo, cher?" Remy asked, his voice a low murmur.

He captured the moment, your silhouettes framed against the cathedral's illuminated spires.

"But the night is still young," Remy said with a wink. "Care to hear some real New Orleans music?"

He led you down a dimly lit alley, the sound of a saxophone growing louder with each step. You emerged into a smoky jazz club, the air pulsating with the rhythm of the music. Remy took your hand and led you to the dance floor, where you twirled and swayed to the infectious beat. The music wrapped around you, a tapestry of notes and emotions, and you lost yourself in the moment, in Remy's eyes, in the magic of the night.

As the final notes faded, Remy pulled you close. "Merci," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "For sharin' dis perfect day with Remy."

The French Quarter, with its vibrant tapestry of sights, sounds, and flavors, had woven its magic. And at its heart, amidst the beignets, laughter, and the rhythm of the jazz, a connection had blossomed, leaving a trail of unforgettable memories in its wake.

[reyesstrand]

seven sentence sunday

thanks for the tags @heartstringsduet @henrygrass @carlossreaders @everlastingday @carlos-in-glasses @nisbanisba @lemonlyman-dotcom @liminalmemories21 @strandnreyes @paperstorm @nancys-braids <3 i have so many wips that need my attention so who knows if this’ll become something but i was feeling things about tnt so. yeah!

She looks at them fondly, as she places the ceramic mugs down on the breakfast bar, and he can’t help but to think of the last time they met like this. The last time Nancy fidgeted by his side; the last time he complimented the roast only for Tommy to confide in them that it was the chicory that made her coffee so delicious, a lingering trade secret from Charles.

The last time, her eyes were shiny with tears as she admitted that she wouldn’t be coming back to the 126. As the silence stretches around them now, years deeper into a relationship that feels more familial than professional, TK can’t help but to think that this time she means it for real.

“Cap,” he tries, his throat suddenly dry as she takes both of their hands. The girls have made her a woven pink bracelet, and it hangs a little loose around her wrist. “We’re here for you. You know that, right?”

very late today so i’ll tag @theghostofashton @butchreyes @captain-gillian @pelorsdyke @freneticfloetry & open tag! <3

[the-habitat-ring]

The (Real) Stardew Valley Farm Update 2024

I’m wrapping up my third year trying to grow everything from Stardew Valley in our yard, with substitutions as needed, preferably with Midwest USA native plants.

I’m continuing to battle the invasive plants (why won’t the honeysuckle and thistles stop?????), beg for truckloads of woodchips (Google decided our address isn’t real anymore), and deal with a body and brain that makes going outside impossible sometimes (the past two years have been rough medically). But despite all of that I still managed to make a ton of progress!

Here’s how things stand as of now. If you’re looking back at previous posts you might notice some differences, but that’s mainly because things I planted died (drought + medical crises don’t bode well for newly established plants). I’ve also added the additional crops from the new update.

2021

Amaranth - Native white amaranth

Grape - Native riverbank grapes (so many grapes). I’m hopefully going to successfully propagate some cuttings from the neighbor’s green cultivated variety

Dandelion - Obviously

Maple Tree - Native silver, red, and sugar maples

Pine Tree - Douglas fir

Apple Tree - Three old apple trees of different varieties in very rough shape. I’ve been working to prune them up and two are looking a lot better. I’d love an Enterprise apple tree at some point

Coffee Bean - Chicory (a naturalized plant commonly used as a coffee substitute)

Salmonberry - Native black raspberries since salmonberries aren’t from around here, although I really want to add raspberries of various colors in the future

Starfruit - Native wood sorrel

Cave Carrot - Queen Ann’s Lace, AKA wild carrot

2022

Kale

Rhubarb

Strawberry - Both cultivated and native

Tulip

Radish

Tomato

Eggplant

Fairy Rose - Native prairie rose

Cranberries - Native cranberry viburnum

Orange Tree -Native persimmons, which produce orange fruit

Daffodil

Spring Onion - Native nodding onions

Spice Berry - Native spicebushes

Wild Plum - Native plums

Crocus

Cherry Tree - Native black cherries and nonnative bush cherries

Banana Tree - Native pawpaws, which are also known as Indiana bananas

Sweet Gem Berry - Native Juneberry (Downy Serviceberry)

2023

Garlic - Native wild garlic

Blueberries - I planted three varieties and only one survived. Don’t shortcut your bed preparation, friends

Wild Horseradish - Not wild, but contained with my mint

Hops - Teamaker hops which is good for tea since we’re not alcohol fans

2024

Blue Jazz - Native Ozark Bluestar

Beets

Apricot Tree - Native passionflower vine, also known as wild apricot

Sunflower - Both native and non-native sunflowers

Pumpkin

Cactus Fruit - Native prickly pear cactus

Melon - Cantaloupe

Oak Tree - Native dwarf chinquapin oak, which took me forever to get

Hot Pepper

Palm Tree/coconut - Native palm sedge

Poppy - Native purple poppy mallow, after other native poppies failed. I still want to grow bread seed poppies, though

Corn - Tried some gorgeous colored corn and popcorn that didn’t grow great but they did grow!

Green bean

Hazelnut - They’re supposed to be easy to grow but they do not like me. Third time’s the charm, right?

Carrot

Summer squash

Powder melon - I decided to do honeydew melon because it’s kinda powdery and I don’t really have any other ideas

Planned for 2025 and beyond

Potato

Pineapple - White strawberries (pineberries)

Winter Root - Hopniss, a native root vegetable

Red Cabbage

Artichoke - Native Jerusalem artichokes

Yam

Bok Choy

Leek

Fiddlehead Fern - Ferns do not like me

Blackberry

Crystal Fruit - Probably honey berries, which produce fruit earlier than anything else

Ancient Fruit - Native Aronia berries. They’re blue(ish) and have lots of antioxidants so you live to be ancient

Tea Leaves - Native New Jersey Tea bush. The previous ones were murdered by rabbits

Mango Tree - I thought one of our pawpaws was a variety called mango but I was wrong

Ginger - I want to try growing native wild ginger again

Rice - Native rough-leaved rice grass

Wheat - I have some gorgeous ornamental blue wheat seeds

Summer Spangle - Possibly native prairie lily? I was unsuccessful growing it from seed this year but maybe in the future

Parsnip - I can’t get them to germinate to save my life but one day I will be successful

Sweat pea

Holly - Native winterberry holly

Mushrooms - I'm just gonna ignore varieties and try some plugs or similar

Peach - Vine peach. It’s a melon, and more doable than a tree

Mahogany Tree - I think I’ll resort to mahogany nasturtiums

Broccoli

Pomegranate Tree - I could try Russian pomegranates?

Taro Root - I would have to plant it in pots

Snow Yam - Not actually a yam but maybe native sweet potato vine?

Qi Fruit - Very creepy, not sure what to do with this

Over halfway there! If anyone has suggestions for plants please let me know because I’m still stuck on a few and very open to alternatives.

In other news, I’m making Stardew Valley Fair displays with cross stitch patches for each of the items I’ve added that year. I’ll have to post pics of those at some point.

[exhausted-archivist]

ALT

Flora of Thedas Master List

Master list of all the flora in Thedas, mentioned or seen.

Additional notes on certain items will be listed at the bottom, for items marked with asterisks, see the key below for a brief explanation and the Game assets and Additional Notes and Trivia section at the bottom. Sources are listed at the very end and this time linked.

For other lists here are posts for: Real Plants in Thedas

Key: * - Name comes from the asset file name ** - Name not provided but identified based on the textures used on the asset. *** - See Additional Notes and Trivia.

General Flora: Flowers and Foliage

Acacia*: Black Wood*

Andraste's Grace

Ardent Blossom

Ash

Aspen

Banyan Tree*

Barbwood

Beech Tree

Belladonna

Birch: White Birch*

Blackthorn

Bluebell

Borage

Boswellia

Boxwood*

Buttercup

Cactus: Pear Cactus*

Cattail*

Cedar: Red Cedar

Chicory

Clover: Forest Clover*

Coleus**

Cosmos

Cotton

Crape Myrtle

Cypress: Italian Cypress*, Topiary Cypress*

Daffodil

Daisy: Marguerite

Dandelion

Dog-rose

Dogwood*

Elephant Ear*

Elm

Fade Berry*

Felicidus Aria

Fern: Red Fern*, Sword Fern*

Fir

Flax

Foxleaf*

Frangipani

Gorse

Harlot's Blush

Hawthorn

Hay

Hemp

Hensbane

Hero Tree*

Hollyhock

Honeysuckle

Iris

Ironbark

Ironwood***

Itchweed

Ivy

Jasmin

Larch

Lichen: Glowing Lichen

Lilac

Lily: Calla Lily**, Water Lily

Lotus

Maple

Marigold

Moss: Oakmoss, Redmoss, Tree-Moss

Nightshade

Northern Prickleweed

Oak: Serault Oak

Orchid

Palm Tree: Curly Palm*, Fan Palm*

Pansy

Peony

Pine: Chir Pine*, Stone Pine

Ponga Tree*

Poppy

Prickle-burrs

Redwood*

Rose: Climbing Rose

Rowan

Sandalwood

Seaweed

Snapdragon

Spruce

Sugar Cane

Sundew

Sunflower

Sylvanwood

Tahanis

Thistle

Trex*

Trullium

Vasanthum

Violet

Walnut: Black Walnut

Waterweed*

Wilds Flower

Willow

Witchhazel*

Wysteria

Yew

Fruits

Apple: Applewood Apple, Green Apple, Golden Apple, Red Apple

Apricot

Banana

Berries: Blackberry, Blueberry, Bramble Berry, Cranberry, Elderberry, Raspberry, Strawberry

Cherry

Citron

Coco, Chocolate

Coconut

Coffee

Currants: Black Currant

Fig

Grape

Lemon

Lime

Melon

Nuts: Almonds, Chestnut, Hognut, Peanuts

Olives

Orange: Sweet Orange

Palm Fruit: Date

Passion Fruit

Peach

Pear: Bradford Pear*

Plum

Pomegranate

Grains

Barley

Oats

Rice

Ryott

Wheat

Vegetables

Artichoke

Beans: Bush Bean, Green Bean, Pale Bean, White Bean

Beets

Bell Peppers: Red Bell Peppers

Cabbage

Capers

Carrot

Celery

Chive

Corn

Cucumber

Daikon Radish*

Eggplant

Fennel

Onion: Red Onion, Sweet Onion, White Onion

Pea

Peppers: Antivan Pepper, Green Pepper, Hot Pepper, Hot Red Pepper, Sweet Pepper

Potato

Radish

Spinach

Squash: Baby Pumpkin, Marrow Squash, Pumpkin, String Squash

Tomato

Turnip

Fungus of Thedas

Deep Mushrooms

Bleeding Russula

Blightcap

Blighted Morel

Brimstone Mushroom

Deep Mushroom

Destroying Spirit

Ghoul's Mushroom

Unnamed Mushroom Ortan Thaig

Surface Mushrooms

Beetle Spore

Drakevein

Field Mushroom

Gasbloom*

Sponge Root***

Toadstool

Truffle

Morel***

Unnamed Glowing Mushroom***

Unnamed Mushroom***

Spices

Allspice

Antivan Cord-Seed

Cardamom

Cinnamon

Clove

Cumin, Cumin Seed

Dill, Dill Seed

Juniper

Licorice

Mace

Mustard

Nutmeg

Pepper: Black Pepper

Peppercorn: Black Peppercorn

Saffron

Vanilla

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Herbs of Thedas

Herbs count as anything that Dragon Age has classified as an herb (whether technically correct or not), plants that are used as herbs in real life. These do not include mushrooms, fungi, or deep mushrooms simply for ease of organization.

Amrita Vein

Andraste's Mantle

Arbor Blessing

Basil

Bay

Catsbane

Crystal Grace

Deathroot: Arcanist Deathroot, Lunatic's Deathroot

Dragonthorn

Elfroot/Canavaris: Bitter Elfroot, Gossamer Elfroot, Royal Elfroot

Embrium: Dark Embrium, Salubrious Embrium

Felandaris

Foxite

Garlic

Ghoul's Beard

Ginger

Heatherum

Lavender

Lotus: Black Lotus, Blood Lotus, Dawn Lotus

Madcap

Mint: Anderfel's Mint, Foxmint, Peppermint

Mintroot - Not a true mint based on its description and the fact that it grows on trees.

Oregano

Parsley

Prophet's Laurel

Rashvine

Rashvine Nettle

Redleaf

Rosemary

Sage

Spindleweed: Verdant Spindleweed

Stripweed

Thyme

Vandal Aria

Winterberry***

Witherstalk

Star Anise

Wormwood

Wormroot***

Game Assets Notes

These are plants shown in Dragon Age but aren't named in universe, just in their model files or through identification of the textures. Since most filler plant textures are just that of real world plants.

**NOTE:** When I mention they are not the known name of any plant, this comes with the caveat of being popular common names. Common names are highly variable and inconsistent. They depend on regional knowledge and association. Some travel farther than others. Common names are also not reliable identifiers.

Acacia: Black Wood ~ Note: Black Wood is a type of acacia. Both acacia and black wood are named assets.

Artichoke ~ Note: Identification comes from asset name, the artichoke flower is used as ornamentation of a box.

Banyan Tree

Boxwood ~ A type of shrub, identification comes from asset name.

Bradford Pear ~ Their fruits are edible, however their flowers are known to emit a smell akin to rotting meat. Identification comes from asset name.

Calla Lily ~ Note: Not named but identified by the texture used. It is seen in Val Royeaux planters.

Cattail ~ Note: Seen through out DAO and DAI, identification comes from asset name.

Coleus ~ Note: Not named but identified by the texture used. It is seen in Val Royeaux planters and in the Frostback Basin.

Crape Myrtle

Cypress: Italian Cypress, Topiary Cypress ~ Note: In terms of the Italian Cypress, in world it wouldl likely be called the "Antivan Cypress" given that Antiva is pulling from Italian culture, food, environments, and other inspirational elements. Cypress is a plant that is named in canon.

Daikon Radish ~ Note: Found on Dennet's farm, identification comes from asset name.

Dogwood

Elephant Ear ~ Note: Foliage found in the Frostback Basin, identification comes from asset name.

Fade Berry

Fern: Red Fern, Sword Fern ~ Note: The red fern isn't a real plant and therefore can be considered unique to Thedas. In contrast the sword fern is a real plant. Identification comes from the asset name for both of these ferns.

Forest Clover

Foxleaf ~ Note: This is another plant that is not real, no plant has this common name as far as I could find.

Gasbloom ~ Note: Seen in the Arbor Wilds, the Frostback Basin some elven ruins, and the elven ruins of multiplayer levels. Their identification comes from the asset name. There are two versions of the texture the "fixed" version is used in JoH dlc and thus explains the difference in appearance. This is not the name of a known mushroom.

Hero Tree

Palm: Curly Palm, Fan Palm ~ Note: Both palms are seen in the Frostback Basin, both are identified by their named assets.

Pear Cactus ~ Note: Found in the Frostback Basin, identification comes from the asset name.

Pine: Chir Pine

Ponga Tree ~ Note: Also known as the 'Tree Fern'. This is the tree you see in Val Royeaux garden as coming from Par Vollen, and throughout the Arbor Wilds.

Redwood ~ Note: Identified by the name of the file asset. Found in the Winter Palace, Exalted Plains, and on multiplayer maps.

Snapdragon

Trex

Waterweed ~ Note: In real life this is an entire genus not one particular plant. Though the six plants in this genus do share the common name of waterweed.

White Birch

Witchhazel

Additional Notes and Trivia

Ironwood - Unclear if this is an alternative name, the actual name of the plant, or both.

Morel - This mushroom is inferred due to the existence of Blighted Morel. However it is not explicitly specified there is a non-blighted morel.

Sponge Root - Though canonical as it is mentioned and shown in World of Thedas vol. 2 on pg. 138 with a collection of deep mushroom and surface mushroom illustrations. This mushroom was cut twice from Inquisition. It was cut from the base game as a craftable, it had a much different appearance from its final design, and then it was cut again from Trespasser. It does however still make an appearance in Inquisition as the inventory icon for Crystal Grace.

Unnamed Glowing Mushroom Is mentioned in multiplayer when there are two Lukas playing.

Unnamed Mushroom These brown mushrooms are seen in the Fallow Mire and the Frostback Basin. They are shown in two different sizes ranging from shorter than a dwarf to taller than one.

There is one unlisted mushroom, its assets is named "red mushroom" and thus is identified by textures. These is not a canon name but is included for completeness. Amanita Muscaria: More commonly know as fly agaric or fly amanita, the red top with white spots is an iconic in its imagery. You will find large swaths of these mushrooms in the Frostback Basin. Their assets is named "Red Mushroom".

Winterberry is a real plant. However, from what we see in DA2, it does not the same as the plant we have in the real world, just a shared common name.

Wormroot is another real plant name. However, due to the description in The Calling, it does not seem to be the same plant. In The Calling it is used to treat the venom of a giant spider. The real world plant is used to treat parasites in the gut and does not seem to hold any shared uses in folk lore, folk medicine, or western medicine practices.

Sources

Dragon Age Origins + DLCs Dragon Age 2 Dragon Age Last Court Dragon Age Inquisition + DLCs Dragon Age TTRPG Core Rulebook Dragon Age TTRPG Blood of Ferelden Dragon Age TTRPG: Creatures of Thedas: Wyvern

World of Thedas Vol. 1 and Vol. 2 Dragon Age: The Stolen Throne Dragon Age: The Calling Dragon Age: The Masked Empire Dragon Age: Last Flight Dragon Age: Tevinter Nights Short Story: Paying the Ferryman Short Story: Riddle in the Truth Short Story: The Wake

Origins Andraste's Grace Codex: The Bercillian Forest Codex: Falon'Din: Friend of the Dead, the Guide Codex: Feast Day Fish Codex: The History of Soldier's Peak: Chapter 3 Codex: Ironbark Codex: A Note from the Honnleath Village Council Codex: Sylaise: The Hearthkeeper Codex: Sylvan Codex: A Tattered Shopping List Item: Concentrator Agent Item: Deep Mushroom Item: Figurine Item: Madcap Bulb Item: Rare Antivan Brandy Item: Rashvine Nettle Item: Spirit Charm Item: Spirit Cord Item: Sugar Cake Item: Swift Salve Item: West Hill Brandy Item: Wilds Flower

DA 2 Ambrosia Bianca (Crossbow) Ironwood Clearing Codex: Deathroot Codex: Deep Mushroom Codex: Embrium Codex: Felandaris Codex: The Hedge Witch Codex: Spindleweed Item: Carved Ironwood Buttons Item: Harlot's Blush Quest: Hard to Stomach Quest: The Long Road Quest: Tranquility Weapon: The Celebrant Weapon: Ironwood Shield Weapon: Ironwood Warblade

Inquisition Codex: Amrita Vein Codex: Arbor Blessing Codex: Avvar Cuisine Codex: Black Lotus Codex: Blood Lotus Codex: Bottles of Thedas Codex: Crystal Grace Codex: Elfroot Codex: Ghoul's Beard Codex: The Girl in Red Crossing Codex: Hard in Hightown Chapter 7 Codex: Hard in Hightown Chapter 10 Codex: Mediations and Odes to Bees Codex: Notes on Palace Guests Codex: The Orlesian Civil War Codex: Prophet's Laurel Codex: Rashvine Codex: Rashvine Nettle Codex: Vandal Aria Codex: Vivienne's Alchemy Notes Codex: Waterlogged Diary Codex: Witherstalk Note: Betta's Traveling Journal Note: Carta Note on Security Note: Field Notes Note: The Gilded Horn's Drink List Note: Knight-Captain's Orders Note: Love Letter Note: A Note from Skyhold's Kitchens Note: A Note from Skyhold's Kitchens, Again War Table: The Dance with the Dowager: The Allemande Item: Ardent Blossom

Last Court The Abbess' Road The Anchoress Arrival of the Divine The Feast is Ending Fires Flames of Freedom Good Neighbors Heartwood Feast The Hounds The Lord of the Wood Comes a-Calling The Purveyor of Teas Road and River A Swift Stream Thieves! Unofficial Meeting

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Joel having a hard time during Christmas (I mean with that flashback of him and Sarah hanging the ornaments, you KNOW that was part of the problem in Jackson) but at the same time he wants Ellie to have a Christmas like a regular kid, it’s the least she deserves. But every time he sees the big Christmas tree in the square, or hears Christmas music, or folks discussing what to make for Christmas dinner….he just goes quiet, he can’t help it

Tommy and Maria try to help, they take Ellie along when they go find a Christmas tree and they invite Ellie over when they’re making holiday cookies, and she enjoys it and appreciates it, but she’s honestly just worried about Joel being alone at home the whole time

She makes a fool-proof plan for Christmas day: get up in the morning and get in Joel’s bed and snuggle him. Make him coffee (not chicory but the REAL stuff, which she traded their neighbors her favorite axe for). Make a fort in the living room and watch NON-CHRISTMAS movies all day with breaks for scrabble and some of Will Livingston’s finest. A small visit to Tommy’s and Maria’s to see the baby (because Ellie misses her too much if she doesn’t see her every day) but NO CHRISTMAS TALK. Chef boyardee for dinner. and as it turns out joel got her a really thoughtful gift and a pie (sweet potato HER FAVORITE) and it turns out actually to be a really good day

[monstersinthecosmos]

September 17, 1973

Even with so much to do, Daniel sleeps in.

Sleeps long.

Wakes up in the unfamiliar room, the way he’s woken up in unfamiliar rooms every day since he left, and doesn’t panic. And there’s no real clues in here—it’s a drab, generic room like any other—with no local flare, and there isn’t some postcard experience like jazz and the smell of chicory floating in from the windows, but he knows he’s made it. 

The air conditioner buzzes and he rolls onto his side to face the window. Maybe he can watch the sunrise tomorrow, if he remembers. Maybe his days are numbered, if Lestat accepts him.

Relaxing now that he’s so close. It’s like a clarity over him, like he knows it’s too late to go back. Calmly staring ahead to his fate. Feeling rested, finally.

A tidy list forms in his head

- shower

- get dressed

- breakfast (lunch?)

- mail the manuscript

- find lestat’s?

It goes quickly enough, once he’s up. And he’s somewhat himself again, at least able to put the mask on, to act like a person. Friendly with the kid at the front desk as he asks for directions to the nearest post office, and friendly with the waiter when he gets lunch so that he can ask some questions about the Garden District. Her face is framed bouncy Farah Fawcett hair and Daniel knows if this were back in San Francisco he’d try to take her home.

And then he’s driving in loops around the neighborhood, with the map open on the passenger seat and his notes in his hand over the steering wheel. He writes down all the addresses that could be potentials, checking for Louis’s description, deciding if they look abandoned. He writes them down and circles back, twice, three times, making sure he’s got the numbers right before he heads to the conveyance office to look up land deeds.

Friendly with this woman, too, enough that he gets a smile from her despite how dour she’d been when he walked in.

Going through all the papers takes a few hours, but the impatience doesn’t creep in. No, it’s relaxing, actually. Having a task to focus on, having a goal, looking for something specific. It feels good, even in the ambiance of State-Funded-Office. All fluorescent lights and stale coffee, and the legs are uneven on his chair so that he keeps rocking, so that it keeps clicking against the floor, and a squeaking metal fan instead of air conditioning, and someone watching the local news too loud in the next room.

Feels nice. Feels real.

He ashes his cigarette into his empty Coke can as he flips through each box, looking for the addresses on the list. Pulling them out, one and a time, scanning for a current owner, and back back back. Unsure if it will be under an alias, not really sure what he’s looking for. 

It even occurs to him, an hour in, that it’s all a lie.

The neck wound throbs at the thought. 

Because, really. A clever person could write off all of his proof. The wound could be anything. And what he saw? With his own eyes? No witnesses except what the audio picked up. And he’d been drinking. 

But he finally sees the name. 

Lestat de Lioncourt. 

His whole body runs cold. He stares long enough that his cigarette burns all the way down and he spills the ashes onto the table top.

“Fuck,” he mutters, and scrambles to clean it up, the best he can. He stares at the page again. Is he charming enough to get the grumpy woman at the desk to Xerox it for him? Maybe if he asks before she realizes he got ashes everywhere.

He stares, though. Keeps staring, until his periphery is warping, until he feels the name burning into the inside of his head. Carving itself there. 

“I found you,” he whispers. 

[previous day] | [next day]

[starchild0985]

Okay, I'm not really sure what this is, lol. This is the first time I've written for a television series in about twenty years. I'm still feeling my way into this universe, and I'm also old enough to be Ellie's mom, so worried about having her voice right. I loved writing this, though, and it was inspired by my love of Chris Cornell and how I thought Ellie would like Soundgarden.

Looking California, Feeling Minnesota

Rating: E

Word Count: 1343

Some Joel-Ellie familial bonding. Joel's gift helps Ellie make a bridge between her life before and in Jackson.

It wasn’t as if Ellie wanted to stick out; not really. 

When she looked at the other teenagers at the dining hall, those first few days when they had re-settled in Jackson, they didn’t really look so different. She sized them up with the eye of one practiced, and they were more rounded, not having grown up without food, and clumsy in a way she had never had the freedom be. 

Here in Jackson, mistakes were no longer a matter of reduced rations or death. 

Still, she tried to reason, her logical mind tenaciously, perhaps paradoxically, defending quixotic hope, that they were like her, still trying to learn, still trying to figure out what chances existed in a world like this. 

 When she looked at her own hands, though, they seemed rougher, a chimera of her, Ellie, and the specter-self she had left behind in the shadows of Silver Lake. 

The softness Joel bestowed upon her—a tenderness Ellie dared not to name, for fear it would shrivel like leaves in a campfire—sheltered a tiny spark of hope that this could be a fresh start. A new her. 

Watching the girls laughing in a knot together, though, that ideal seemed impossible to attain. 

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Joel came back from his first overnight patrol bearing gifts—two sketchbooks, only slightly wrinkled from previous moisture, and a new cassette tape. 

Having accepted the sketchbooks with an enthusiastic “bitchin!”, trying out a slang term she’d picked up from one of the women who worked at the stables, Ellie turned the cassette over in her hand.  

“Soundgarden?’ 

“Found this in a busted-out old station wagon in the woods. Thought you’d like it, kiddo.” 

“Sounds like old people music, so it’s perfect for you.” 

Joel got the look Ellie loved, when something she said made him want to laugh, but he pursed his lips to try to hide it. 

“That sure ain’t what my parents thought when Tommy was playing it. Course, he blew out my pa’s car speakers with it, so can’t say I blame them.” 

She stuck her pinkie finger in one of the cassette’s holes, remembered another life, when Riley had fixed her Pearl Jam tape when Bethany had pulled the fragile innards out. 

“’S loud?” 

“Sure is, so mind the volume when you play it, ‘less you want to be as deaf as me.”  

Joel tugged on her ponytail, the affectionate gesture erasing any harshness that could be perceived in his words. 

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It WAS loud, and to Ellie’s surprise, the intense thrum of the guitar and the singer’s range, purring low one moment and screaming the next, grounded her. She listened to the tape twice that first night, falling asleep near the end of the B side. 

She peppered Joel with questions about the band at breakfast, trying to figure out what the musicians looked like. Joel scratched his head, taking a sip of chicory root coffee. 

“Well, they were more Tommy’s thing, mind you, but the singer was a fella named Chris. He had real long hair, and he didn’t have a shirt on in his videos sometimes.” 

“Gross.” She tapped her nail on the Walkman, sitting by her breakfast plate. “I like his voice, though.” 

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A month passed, and Ellie sat in Joel’s garage workshop, his hand covering hers easily as he showed her how to sand the tabletop he was working on. 

“Easy, now. Go with the grain, see? There you go.” 

Ellie sat back and admired her handiwork, then remembered the thought that had been tugging at her brain as she slipped into her dreams last night.  

“Hey, Joel? Can you ask me a question about one of the songs on the tape you got me?” 

This was another Joel expression that never failed to make Ellie laugh, the way his eyebrows would shift when he was worried she was going to ask something, as he put it, “inappropriate.” They’d clawed their way through hell and back, but he still tried to raise her the same way he had the girl she secretly considered a big sister. 

It made her feel achingly, almost, equal.  

“Now, Ellie, you know not to repeat those if there’s anything...raunchy...” 

She rolled her eyes. 

“Raunchy. Okay, grandpa.” 

He looked at her, head tilted in a question, and the teasing evaporated from her lips as she got back on topic. 

“What does ‘looking California, feeling Minnesota’ mean? Because I don’t think I even know where Minnesota is, and I just saw California in a movie once.” 

“Well, now, I reckon that’s him trying to say he the way he looks and the way he feels are two different things, but he said it like that as a, you know....” 

“Metaphor?” 

The look of pride on Joel’s face was enough to make Ellie feel like the neighborhood cat basking in a beam of light. 

“That’s the one. It’s a metaphor. He’s saying he don’t feel like he belongs where is, even if he looks it.” 

Ellie looked down at the tabletop again, pushing the sandpaper across the section in front of her. 

“I thought you didn’t feel that way anymore when you grew up.”  

She could feel Joel fidgeting next to her in the pause that followed. 

“Babygirl, I feel that way all the time.” 

Even now, it was hard not to look for signs he was humoring her. Making fun of her. The things adults do with kids. She saw, instead, pure earnestness in his eyes. She gave him a moment to gather thoughts like he needed, the way he always gave her time to finish. 

“Tommy was always the more talkative of us brothers, but now, I gotta remember we’re in a safe place where I can know someone’s full name, give them mine. Feels like no one else here has that problem. But I struggle with it every time.” 

“Oh.” 

“And...And Sarah--” 

There were still days where it was hard for him to say Sarah’s name, but he did it more around her than anyone else, and she held her breath, hoping he’d continue. 

“Well, Sarah didn’t go through what you have, but her mama left us when Sarah was a baby, and she felt like everyone could tell.” 

Connection sparkled across all the years, the thoughts of a girl wondering why her mother didn’t want her finding one who had, decades later, come to learn her mother’s lie was what saved her life. The connection, purple and green, over and over, forged by the weary man in flannel who would have risked it all for him for both of them. 

Ellie laid a hand on his forearm and squeezed, and he bent over to press a grateful kiss on the top of her head. 

“’Course, Sarah was always real tall for her age, too, and she used to hate she couldn’t fit into the clothes her friends could. Now, you could’ve, but, well, you ain’t that girly, and she would have respected that.” 

“I’d have liked that.” Ellie thought back on the song. “Do you think the guy who sang it felt that way?” 

“That’s why he wrote it, baby. I always liked music for that. Says a lot when you’re not real great with words.” 

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The next time Ellie went to the dining hall, her Walkman in her pocket, and looked at the kids, she was still scared. She still felt Minnesota. 

But she thought about Joel, how the toughest man she’d ever known was scared to put his guard down, even after weeks, even for an instant, and no one knew. 

She thought of how Sarah, who she thought must have had a perfect life, having Joel before the world went to hell, had her silent hurts. 

Ellie wondered if, in the crowd of faces, they all had their own stories. Their own pain. 

Her eyes met those of the dark-haired girl who’d watched her all that ago, when Ellie had first come to Jackson. Dina, she thought her name was. 

This time, when Dina looked, Ellie smiled. 

[musingmycelium]

Some may consider a desert a graveyard in itself but standing in a graveyard in the desert the difference is clear. Moon shines full on the plump Broc flowers and Joshua could swear they smell like death, like they know the dirt they grow in is so good to them ‘for the bodies layin’ in it.

Joshua should know too, seein’ as how’s he was one. 

He ain’t now and his momma raised him to keep movin’ on, keep towards that horizon boy, but just for a second. Just one moonlit moment. Would it be so bad to wonder how he got here?

That’s what the Doc asked him this afternoon when he woke up, fresh bullet scar not quite between his eyes and ain’t that lucky, what’s he done to wind up in a shallow grave. Well, Joshua’s mind’s never been the quickest but his mouth more than makes up for it and he spins his yarn for the Doc just right enough to not be a lie. Missin’ enough for it to not be the truth. 

When he was younger, young, he’d’ve got in trouble for that, real trouble. Never did wanna lie but he knew his way around the truth well enough to make his momma’s head spin and make his daddy's laugh ring right across the ranch. 

Not his Father though. 

No, not his Father.

His Father would smirk, secret around a cigarette, a priest with a pretty mouth and Joshua was older for a choir boy but he was damn near the only boy in town free enough to help and he was good with his hands. Repairing, sewing, fixin’ up those little things on the Church grounds, he was older for a choir boy but not old enough. Not yet. 

Cigarette smoke burns on its way down. Joshua knows his lungs are black as graveyard dirt with it, even if he ain’t smoked since. 

Smoke burns but sometimes, just sometimes, fingers don’t. 

His Father was a careful man, his burns never scar'd where anyone would find. Not unless they were tryin’ to leave the same kind. 

Lungs full of the scent of Broc flowers, thick with nectar drained from the dead. 

Just because the Church taught him to use his hands as well as his mouth don’t mean he can still keep them steady enough to smoke. Nah, Joshua stuffs a wad of tobacco under his tongue, tastes the nicotine bloom. 

But this time he spits instead of swallows. 

Leave those memories in the mud.

Good with his hands, good with his mouth, his momma raised him well enough to know the difference. Joshua grown’d into a fine young man, she told him so often enough he’d even believed her, and keeping his hands busy on a ranch is easy business. There’s always a fence to mend. 

Cattle tend to be just as easy. Driving them across the Mojave with the ranch hands his daddy hired Joshua finds the desert alive. A campfire means a full belly after careful hands have tended to it, cooked on it, put a handful of chicory and coyote chew into the beat up coffee pot and let them simmer into something warm on a cold night. After a hot day. 

It’s good work, honest work. A fine young man with a silver tongue and heart of gold could hardly do better. Even if his hands are rough to the touch, rumor has it they’re gentle too. 

Some of those ranch hands, when their hands are wrapped around a coffee mug and they’re sitting, nearly touching, next to Joshua on a spread out Brahmin hide, ask him if those rumors are true. 

If his hands are as gentle as his mouth. 

Under that bright desert moon Joshua is kind enough to tell just enough of the truth for it to not feel like a lie. 

He’s got good working hands, ranching hands, quick on the draw hands, and a mouth that knows how to be quiet when it needs to be too. 

Only the lingerin’ streaks on gun powder on a ranch hand’s skin, his kindness without regret, Joshua wishes he could pull a steady man as well as he can a trigger. 

Because Joshua he’s a crack shot, deadeye aim and quick, but he can’t sweet talk a coyote out of eating cattle and he can’t pull the trigger on a man who don’t deserve it. His momma raised him right, raised him good, and don’t you ever think you’re the one who can make those kinds of decisions, boy, only one man can decide who lives and dies. 

And standing by his open grave in the desert, Joshua has a bible in one back pocket, and a black handkerchief in the other.

Wonderin' in the moonlight how'd he got there, and where he's goin' next.

[formeryelpers]

The Rising Sun, 1356 Palmetto St, Ste 200, Los Angeles (Arts District), CA 90013

A month after returning from NOLA, I had a craving for beignets. That craving took me to The Rising Sun, a NOLA/Southern food sidewalk café. They have an amazing special, three freshly fried beignets and a coffee for $5. For real. And the beignets are made to order. They serve Café Du Monde chicory coffee.

The rest of the menu includes po’boys, fried chicken & waffles, salads, boozy drinks, and coffee. I noticed they use the wrong kind of bread for po’boys. Looks like they use ciabatta.

Three beignets & coffee ($5). The beignets are small (about 2 inches by 1 inch). I didn’t mind the size but the beignets were awful. They were darker, crispier, and greasier – that’s not terrible either. The interior tasted slightly raw. They should use Café Du Monde’s beignet mix?

Coffee with oat milk: Served lukewarm, ugh. Bitter.

The space is interesting and reminded me of New Orleans: jazz music, all black tables and chairs, black fence, black wall, black chandeliers, black planters. I tried to place my order at the kiosk but the payment feature wasn’t working, so I went to the window and ordered there. Parking in the area is difficult.

2 out of 5 stars.

By Lolia S.

[karlenandgail]

3

Another gentleman arrives, but what he has to say will change everything...

“Come, Prince Karlen.  I do believe we might have something to discuss.”  Jean Pierre gestured to the front door of the store.  

It had been the response that Karlen had hoped for, but he had not really expected it.  He had expected Jean Pierre to tell him that, once more, he was too late to the city and that the female he searched was unknown.  A bloom of hope started to bloom within Karlen’s bosom, bringing his heart to life for the first time in those long centuries since he had first found his Sophia.  He knew that she was in danger, so if he could help this man and his friends to save her, then he would call forth the entire Uffernian army if he had to.

As they stepped into the shop, Karlen was met with the scent of dust and age.  It was clear that the fine items around them had age and not all of them were from the realm that they were currently in. It brought to his mind questions of exactly who and what Jean Pierre was, and who the other members of “The Triad” were. He was not afraid, but as they moved further through the dimly lit store, there were more questions that occurred to him.  They could wait till after he found out what was known about Sophia.

Jean Pierre, for his part, could have mysted straight to Imperium with Karlen.  Before he took him anywhere near Anna or anyone else, let alone into the realm ruled by the Horseman of Death, he wanted to make sure that the male in front of him was exactly as he had presented himself to be.  Jean Pierre had already ascertained that Karlen was a demon, but he had been alive long enough to know that did not necessarily mean that he was deceptive.  It only meant that they were most oft self serving before anything else.

“Please, sit,” Jean Pierre gestured to an elegantly carved table with four chairs surrounding it. “I will start more coffee and summon my husband and fellow Triad member, Armaund.  I believe it is best for us both to speak with you.”  Setting his cup on the table, he made his way over towards where the coffee pot was on an elegant mahogany sideboard.  He was still absorbing that not only was Karlen a real being, but he was now sitting in his shop only days after his “Sophia” had left the Earthly Realm. Complicating matters, or maybe not, he was a Prince.  No one could say New Orleans was a dull city.

“So, you know Sophia?  You know where she is?”  Karlen was trying to contain himself as Jean Pierre poured the coffee and brought over a delicate but ample bone china cup, along with a cream and sugar set that matched, on a fine silver tray.  “I’m sorry to sound demanding, it is just I have been searching for so long.”  The Prince apologized, his cheeks pinkening realizing his manners were abysmal in that moment as he then busied himself doctoring the strong brew that smelled of dark roast and roasted chicory root.

“Answers, you shall have, dear Prince.  First, I shall summon my husband.” There was a kind smile on Jean Pierre’s face before he turned from where Karlen was trying to hide his mortification at total abandonment of his normal manners, and headed to his office at the back of the store where he could ask Armaund to myst.  He was sure that he too would find this situation most intriguing.  Abriella and Anna would need to be advised most expediently once the true nature of their visitor was ascertained.

By the time that Karlen had regained his composure, Jean Pierre was returning to the front of the shop with his husband.  The Prince couldn’t help but notice that the two gentlemen certainly complemented one another well, and it was clear that they had been a couple for more than a few centuries.  There was an ease of movement and anticipation of one another’s gestures that only comes from more than one lifetime together.  After his earlier bouts of over eagerness, Karlen waited this time for his host to speak.

“Prince Karlen, this is my husband, Armaund.” Jean Pierre introduced the two men.  Karlen immediately came to his feet, bowing slightly to Armaund before extending his hand. “Tis a pleasure, Your Majesty.” Armaund was a bit flustered that the Prince had beaten him to the bow, but it seemed the prince was a tad nervous, as his husband had indicated over the phone.  As he took Karlen’s hand and shook it heartily, he could tell that the Prince was a tempest of emotions, but hope and excitement were foremost amongst them.  It was clear that there were no nefarious motivations.

 “Likewise, Armaund.  Jean Pierre tells me that the two of you may know something of my Sophia.  I have been on a three century hunt to find her.  It seems someone or something is keeping her hidden.  I fear greatly for her safety.”  There was a pleading in his eyes as they alternated between the two immortal males before him, a desperation in his voice, an almost tremor in his entire being. 

“Please sit,” Armaund unknowingly echoed the gentle command of his husband from earlier.  A hesitant glance was thrown at Jean Pierre as Karlen did so.  Surely this must be a trick or some kind of illusion.  Could a Prince of another realm be the one that they had heard so much regarding?  “Now, do tell me about your Sophia.  I may know of someone who does fit this description, however I am reticent to divulge information lightly.”  Armaund sat facing Karlen, taking the coffee offered him as well, if for no other reason than needing something to keep his hands busy at the moment.

“Of course, I understand.  You do not know me, and I am not of your world.” Karlen inclined his head towards the other male, obviously nervous, but also maintaining his regal bearing.  Jean Pierre leaned up against the sideboard, observing everything keenly. “I am the Royal Prince of the Realm of Uffern, second in line to the throne of my brother King Kellen Cythraul.  In addition to being a shadow demon, I am a walker of dreams.  Normally I control whose dreams I walk in, but three centuries ago I walked into the dreams of one of your world, not of my choosing.  It happened more and more often, and a relationship began. I have discovered that she is able to slip time, but I do not believe that she was doing so of her free will.” 

Armaund’s eyes cut to Jean Pierre and back so fast that a human would not have perceived it, however Karlen was no human and he did.  It was enough to keep him talking, listing out the many adventures they had embarked on over the years in their dreams.  Of the true love and bond that had formed between them, of her loss of memory every time that she was taken to a new place, and finally he got to the description of her.  As he described not only her physical appearance but her personality, he once more caught something humans would have missed: minute changes in the expression of Armaund.  The Grigori male before him knew this woman, his Sophia.  For Karlen, for the first time in three centuries of searching, hoping, and praying to the deities of Uffern, he had hope that he would get to see the woman who had long ago captured his heart, this time outside of a dream.

When he had finished speaking, Karlen sat back in the chair he was in but did not take his eyes off of Armaund.  He could feel Jean Pierre’s eyes on him.  Their weight was almost palpable, but it did not make him uncomfortable.  Somehow in this city, on this planet, in this realm, he had found two people who knew his Sophia.  There was nothing that they could do to cause him to shrivel now.

“There is only one problem, she is no longer here.  And not just here as in New Orleans, she is no longer of this Earth.” Armaund stated in a flat affect. Karlen felt his entire world implode.

[ophelia-jones]

HAVEN chapter 2 - cock of the walk

Negan slept. He slept deeply for the first time in months, his bed was soft and clean and his belly was full, and he could not help but to fall into dreams.  He dreamt of the people he had thought he was helping; he dreamt of the people who claimed to be better than him but who had killed his saviors, killed innocent survivors in their quest to bring him down. He had blood on his hands, but God damn it, everyone did these days. 

He dreamt he was back in his bed, beside his sweet Lucille. Back before the outbreak, before the cancer. Before he'd fooled around on her because he was bored and selfish. He dreamt of the kids at his school - of the baseball team he'd coached and led to the state championship three times in his career. 

He could hear the sound of a baseball game on the television in the background on a summer day, the window open and a fresh breeze blowing in the scent of sprinklers and neighborhood barbecues. He could hear children playing outside. Someone was knocking on the door. 

"Lucille, can you get the door?" He called, but got no answer. The knock came again, louder this time. As he was roused from his slumber, her name was still on his lips.  He opened his eyes to see an unfamiliar bedroom and it took his mind several seconds to remember where he was. He rubbed his eyes and sighed, his heart aching to go back. But there was no way back, and so he rose from the bed and slid on the pair of clean blue jeans the women of Haven had provided him. They were a bit baggy but they fit the length of his legs fine, and he still had his belt from the ragged and stained pair he had been wearing for the past few months. He was sliding it through the loops of his pants when the knock sounded for a third time, even louder than before. 

"Hold your horses!" He called, walking as he drew the belt around himself, and opening the door with one hand while holding his pants up with the other. He was startled when he saw the woman standing there, looking up into her icy blue eyes.  "Ho-ly shit! I thought they said there were no men here!" He blurted out. Negan himself was 6'1" and had not once in his adult life, so far as he could recall, looked up at a woman whilst standing. She had at least two inches on him in height, maybe 3 and outweighed him by at least 40 pounds. 

She wasn't homely, in fact she was striking - and Negan couldn't help but stare. She kept her blonde hair cropped short and simple, and she seemed completely unimpressed by the shirtless man standing before her, his pants barely hanging on to his slender hips. 

"Breakfast." She said simply, handing over a bowl of oatmeal with cinnamon and brown sugar to make up for the fact there was no milk. 

"Thank you." He told her sincerely, taking the still hot bowl and stirring the food gratefully. 

"When you're dressed, come down to the common room. I'll leave the door unlocked." She said, turning to leave.

Negan watched her walk away, still having a hard time believing he had woken up here. He smiled to himself and started spooning up the oatmeal eagerly, barely even pausing when it burned his tongue.  He was eager to see what the day would bring.

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Verity stood at the picture window in the common room, where she had a clear view of the woods to the east, able to look past the parking lot and the huge ugly fence. The deciduous trees had budded and began to fill in, and they had a delicate lacy appearance under the bright morning sun. There were dandelions and other wildflowers popping up. It was a reminder that life had found a way since long before mankind and would continue to do so long after they were gone. She found it oddly comforting.

She sipped her chicory coffee and grimaced. It was a poor replacement for Starbucks, but real coffee was not so easy to come by anymore. They were having to go farther and farther out to find supplies, and other groups were doing the same. Running into other survivors was dangerous; especially when they were territorial. 

"He's eating, I told him to come out here when he gets dressed." Grace informed her as she joined her friend at the window. 

"You don't think I should've brought him in." Verity commented, and Grace shrugged. 

"Doesn't matter now." She said, confirming the fact but not arguing about it. 

"I couldn't just leave him out there. He was exhausted, malnourished. What kind of life is it when everyone is too afraid to help one another?" Verity sighed, though she wasn't sure if she was trying to convince Grace or herself of the validity of her decision.

"There's this old song my mom used to listen to - Al Wilson, I think it was by. It was about a tender hearted woman who sees a half frozen snake and brings it in and nurses it back to health. She loves it, it's beautiful and precious to her. In the end, the snake bites her and she dies, because that is the snake's nature." Grace told her solemnly. "Just don't forget the nature of humans. You can be kind without trusting blindly." 

Verity grimaced at the validity of the statement, but nodded her understanding. 

"Morning!" Lana greeted them as she bounced into the room eagerly. Verity smiled slightly at the sight.

"How can you be so chipper?" She asked, but she knew the young woman was eager to get to know their 'guest'. She was precocious- and as much as Verity loved that about her, it worried her as well. 

The others were all arriving for the morning gathering as well, and even those who should be on guard duty in the stairwells were invited today. She needed to see their reactions to the new arrival. 

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Negan had taken the time to clean his jacket up the night before, it was strange how attached you became to things when so few things in your life were permanent. He found a black t-shirt and fresh socks in the basket of supplies the young women had brought him the day before, combed his hair and brushed his teeth - he smiled at himself in the mirror. He felt like a new man. 

He tried the door handle, slightly surprised to find that it was, indeed, unlocked. He wouldn't have been so gracious if the roles were reversed. 

He made his way down the hallway, past half a dozen doors to empty apartments, toward the sound of chatter in the common room.  He smiled when he saw them gathered, young Stanley, Olivia and Vida playing along with a redheaded girl about the same age as Stanley, what they would have called a 'tweenager' at school. 

Justin was seated in an overstuffed chair with an African American girl, another teenager, and there was a third teenager on the floor in front of them, cross-legged. She appeared to be of middle eastern descent. He looked around at the faces of different races and cultures gathered there and thought, ironically, this was the American dream they had never quite achieved. 

"Hi! Come in, I saved you a seat!" The tinkerbell-like woman from yesterday waved to him. Her ears were lined with piercings, and she had a hoop in her nose - her arms were spattered with random tattoos of various sizes and styles and he could only imagine how many more she had covered. He cleared his throat and tried to rid his mind of the image it was trying to conjure of what she would look like naked. It had been far too long since he had been near enough to anything remotely feminine. 

 

He smiled at the young lady, Lana he recalled was her name, and suddenly every head turned, every eye was on him. Fortunately for Negan, he loved being the center of attention.

"Ladies." He greeted them with a cheeky grin. "Gentlemen." He said to the boys. Stanley beamed with pride at being called a gentleman but Justin stared him down, just as he had the day before. This young buck was used to being the cock of the walk, and he was going to strut and crow like a bird competing for mating rights. Negan noted that he would have to put him in his place gently but quickly. 

There were women from all over the great lakes area and midwest gathered here, and every walk of life. Sister Sarah was, in fact, and ordained Nun who had taken her vows at St Mary-of-the-woods; Grace had been a firefighter in Cleveland. Jessie was a boxy woman with a sourpuss of a face, and she had been Lana's jailer at the time of the outbreak. The two of them had traveled together from the beginning, keeping one another and Jessie's son Stanley alive. 

Negan was absolutely in his element amongst them. He was a fox in the henhouse, and he was quite convinced he would soon enough be running the place.

******************* 

Verity handed out the daily duties at the meeting after introducing Negan to his new community. She had narrowed her eyes at him when he told her his last name was Smith but didn't call him out on it. He could be telling the truth - but she was quite certain he was keeping plenty of secrets. 

"What should I do?" Negan asked as the others went about their assigned tasks. 

"Come with me. I'll give you a tour and show you what you need to know about Haven." Verity replied, leading him toward the rooftop. Negan followed her up the stairs, staying behind just far enough to catch a good look at the curves of her ass and hips, the way she swayed when she walked. He had been admiring the way her shoulder holster drew the shirt tight against her full bust, earlier, though he tried not to gawk openly.

He adjusted himself in his pants, grateful they were loose - he had been dealing with a half chub all morning. Just the smell of them, the sound of their voices was enough to make him ache. He'd always had a weakness for women - and a particular fondness for strong willed women like Verity. 

Once on the rooftop, she showed him the garden, and then led him to the edge and showed him a rudimentary rope and pulley system.

"We are going to need some fresh soil before we plant. We have some fertilizer, but we need the nutrients in the soil. Half of what we have up here has to go, the other half will be mixed with the fresh soil and we should have good results." She explained. "Do you want to man the pulley or a shovel?" She asked, making it clear that he was expected to carry his weight.

"I'll be happy to do the shoveling for you." He agreed, his eyes searching her unreadable face. 

"I'll be with you then. Grace and Jessie will man the pulley." She slapped a pair of gloves against his chest and turned to go downstairs. He watched her walk away for 30 seconds, slightly mesmerized. 

They passed the other two women in the stairwells and confirmed their roles in the days duties before Verity led Negan outside and collected two wheelbarrows and shovels. As they approached the gate, Verity handed him a loaded revolver - a .44 magnum. It was a beautiful firearm, in pristine condition. Negan whistled in admiration as he accepted it, opening the cylinder and saw it was fully loaded.  He was surprised she trusted him with it.

"We still see our fair share of ramblers. I won't make you fight them off with a shovel." She explained. Negan smiled at the word ramblers. He'd heard the walkers called by many names, but ramblers was one of his favorites.

"Thank you for that." He smiled, leaning in toward her in a sort of bow. Lana was manning the gate, and she smiled at Negan as they approached. He saw her tug the neckline of her shirt down to reveal a generous amount of cleavage before greeting him and was more than happy to admire the view. 

"Just radio if you need anything." She told him, touching his arm lightly as he passed. He thanked her with a toothy smile. He was going to like it here, indeed.

*************** 

There weren't many words spoken as they walked out to the western edge of the property where there was a clear creek running through a copse of trees. Beyond that there was a large field, and a two lane road a hundred yard beyond that. There was a sandy patch, which had been where they dug the soil in past years. They started fresh, closer to the stream this time. 

The smell of the soil was rich and intoxicating to Verity.  It smelled like hope. Like life. They worked quietly for awhile, but Negan wasn't exactly the quiet type. 

"So, how did you all find this place?" He asked, hanging his jacket over the handle of the wheelbarrow and taking a drink from the canteen they were sharing. He offered her a sip while the cap was off, but she declined. 

"Luck." She told him. "We traveled from Detroit. Myself, Amari, Harper and Etta. Amari and Harper were students at Henry Ford High school, one of the schools I patrolled in Detroit. There were about half a dozen girls when we started out." She spoke as she dug, pausing frequently to catch her breath. He could see the guilt and sorrow cross her honey brown eyes, almost golden in the springtime sunshine. She sniffed and shook off the useless feelings, though, returning her concentration to the task at hand.

"Etta had been in Detroit for a concert and got separated from her friends. She helped me calm the kids and get out of the city safely. We met up with others, at times as we kept moving. We didn't really have a goal, just to get to less populated areas really. Lots of others have come and gone." She finally took a break and drank from the canteen. She watched Negan work from the corner of her eye.

"You?" She asked.

"Well." He said, leaning back and looking down at her with those big brown eyes. "That is a long story."

He accepted the canteen as she offered it to him.

"I have all day." She replied, picking her shovel up and begging to load the wheelbarrows again.

[mind1997]

Chicory Coffee is herbal, but tastes rich, dark and delicious, like real coffee. A great source of prebiotics, chicory is actually good for the gut in addition to being caffeine-free, low carb and even AIP-friendly. Just 1 ingredient is needed for this perfect hot cup.

Prep Time. 5 mins

Cook Time. 5 mins

Total Time. 10 mins

Course: Beverage, Breakfast

Keyword: aip, chicory, coffee, herbal, keto, low carb

Servings: 1 servings

Calories: 5kcal

Equipment

pot

Ingredients

1 Tablespoon chicory root roasted and ground, see Recipe notes below for sourcing

2 cups filtered water

Instructions

Place water into small saucepan and bring to simmer. While it heats add chicory either to a French press -or- to the pot with water.

When water comes to a boil, turn off heat and pour it into French press. Alternately allow the chicory root to steep in the pot. Steep for 5 minutes.

Pour through mesh strainer into mug. Sweeten and/or add something creamy, as desired; or drink black.

Nutrition: Calories: 5kcal | Carbohydrates: 1g | Protein: 1g | Sodium: 24mg | Potassium: 20mg | Vitamin A: 1IU | Vitamin C: 1mg | Calcium: 17mg

[the-habitat-ring]

The (Real) Stardew Valley Farm

So a year and a half ago we bought a house, AKA the real life habitat ring. I swear the yard came with every single non-aquatic invasive plant we’ve got. Slowly but surely we’ve been murdering all the Japanese honeysuckle and poison hemlock, tearing up a truly inhumane amount of weed barrier and pea gravel, and adding truckloads of wood chips and other organic matter to start to repair the soil. Our goal is to replace everything with mostly native plants with an emphasis on food production.

But of course I needed more of a challenge. I love playing Stardew Valley. It’s really the only video game I play. And somewhere I got the idea, “Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to grow everything in Stardew Valley in our yard?” So here we are. Obviously I don’t live on some magical land with perfect weather, a giant greenhouse, and a second farm on a tropical island, so I have to make plenty of substitutions. I’m also trying to grow native plants whenever possible. Any suggestions are welcome!

2021

Amaranth - Native white amaranth (the birds love it!)

Grape - Native riverbank grapes (so many grapes) and some green cultivated variety from the neighbors

Dandelion - Obviously

Maple Tree - Native silver, red, and sugar maples (also an invasive Norway maple but we chopped it down)

Pine Tree - Not sure what kind of pines they are

Apple Tree - Not in great shape. I’d love an Enterprise apple tree at some point

Coffee Bean - Chicory (maybe that’s cheating, but it’s a naturalized plant commonly used as a coffee substitute)

Salmonberry - Not native to the Midwest, so we’re sticking with native black raspberries. We’ll likely add some pink/yellow raspberries later though

2022

Kale

Rhubarb

Strawberry - Both cultivated and native

Tulip

Radish

Tomato

Beet

Eggplant

Fairy Rose - Not a real thing so I substituted the native prairie rose

Cranberries - Native cranberry viburnum

Orange Tree -Native persimmons, which produce orange fruit

Daffodil

Spring Onion - Native nodding onions and also green onions indoors

Spice Berry - Native spicebushes

Wild Plum - Native

Hazelnut - Native

Crocus

Cherry Tree - Native black cherries and nonnative bush cherries

Tea Leaves - Native New Jersey Tea bush

Banana Tree - Native pawpaws, which are also known as Indiana bananas

Mango Tree - One of the pawpaws is a named variety called mango so I think that counts

Ginger - Attempted native wild ginger, which I don’t think survived, but am also growing ginger indoors

Green Bean

Sweet Gem Berry - Native Juneberry (Downy Serviceberry) which are a redish color

Planned for 2023

Blue Jazz - Not real so I went with the native Ozark Bluestar, which seems similar enough

Garlic

Parsnip

Apricot Tree - Native passionflower vine. Not a tree, but it is known as wild apricot

Blueberry

Sunflower - Both native and non-native sunflowers

Pineapple - Neither my spouse nor I like pineapples, so we’re going with white strawberries known as pineberries that are said to have a tropical taste

Pumpkin

Melon

Wild Horseradish - Except I’ll be growing it in a pot because it tends to get a little too wild for my tastes

Holly - Native winterberry holly

Oak Tree - Native dwarf chinquapin oak

Sweet Pea

Hot Pepper

Palm Tree - Obviosuly not going to work here but there is a native palm sedge that I’ll plant instead

Planned for 2024

Potato

Corn

Hops - Hoping to get a cutting from a native hops vine (if the local beer people don’t kill me)

Winter Root - I’m gonna go with native ground nuts because you can dig up the roots in winter

Poppy - Hopefully native wood poppy

Red Cabbage

Artichoke - Native Jerusalem artichokes

Cactus Fruit - Native prickly pear cactus

Yam

Bok Choy

Leek

Fiddlehead Fern

Blackberry

Crystal Fruit - I’m gonna go with honey berries, which produce fruit earlier than anything else

Ancient Fruit - Native Aronia berries are the only thing I can think of for this one. They’re blue(ish) and have lots of antioxidants so you live to be ancient

Figuring Out Substitutes

Rice

Wheat

Starfruit - Not really sure how to swing this one, so suggestions are welcome

Summer Spangle - Not real, so I’m open to suggestions of native plants. Possibly prairie lily? It has a similar-ish shape, is orange, and blooms in summer

Qi Fruit - Creepy little man

Taro Root - I would have to plant it in pots

Morel - I wish I could grow this

All the other mushrooms - I think I’ll just ignore any varieties and just try plugs or similar

Snow Yam

Cave Carrot - Trying to find a native carrot substitute

Coconut - I shouldn’t count this separately from palm trees, right?

Mahogany Tree

Peach Tree

Pomegranate Tree - There are Russian pomegranates that are hardy to zone 6, which just might work with climate change

[exhausted-archivist]

Raw Ingredients

Updated: 2023/12

As of now, this list is updated with everything found in media released as of Oct 2023.

Like the original, this contains all raw ingredients; edible plants, fruits, legumes, mushrooms, nuts, spices, and vegetables. If known to a specific region it is marked next to the item in parentheses, if it is not, it is either unknown or universally consumed.

For Other Food Posts

Dishes, Sauces, and Sides

Drinks

Prepared Ingredients

Canonically Possible Foods and Drinks

Food and Drink Master Post

Disclaimer

Though real life plants may be listed here as edible, it is for fictional use only. This is not intended to be used as a reference nor guide for what plants are edible or safe to eat. Please do not use it as such.

Fruits, Mushrooms, Nuts, and Vegetables

Edible Plants

Bark

Fern Fiddlehead (Avvar)

Hops

Lichen (Dwarves)

Black Lichen - Toxic unless properly cooked.

Moss (Dwarves)

Nettle

Pungent Leaves - Unspecified leaves. (Avvar)

Rose (Orlais)

Rose Petals

Rosehips

Stripweed (Tevinter)

Sugar Cane (Orlais, Tevinter, Rivain)

Vine Leaves (Tevinter)

Watercress (Avvar)

Wildflowers

Borage

Chicory

Dandelion

Honeysuckle

Jasmine

Violet

Fruits and Nuts

Apple

Applewood Apples (Orlais)

Golden Apples (Orlais)

Green Apples

Le Pomme Vie et Morte - Apples that grow by the gallows in Val Royeaux. (Orlais)

Red Apples

Windfall Apples

Apricot

Banana

Par Vollen Banana

Rivain Banana

Berry

Blackberry (Ferelden)

Blueberry

Cranberry

Currant

Black Currant

Elderberry (Ferelden)

Raspberry

Strawberry (Ferelden)

Caper (Antiva)

Cherry

Black Cherry

Sour Cherry - unspecified variety(ies)

Sweet Cherry - unspecified variety(ies)

Cocoa/Chocolate (Donarks)

Coconut

Coffee (Antiva)

Date - A purple and red fruit with a pit, it has a sweetness and tangy taste. (Tevinter)

Fig (Tevinter)

Grape

Red Grape (Orlais)

Lemon

Lime

Mango

Nuts

Almond

Chestnut

Pine Nut

Olive

Antivan Olive

Orange (Antiva, Orlais, Tevinter)

Blood Orange (Nevarra)

Passion Fruit (Antiva)

Peach

Pear

Plum

Pomegranate (Tevinter)

Pomegranate Seeds

Grain

Barley

Fereldan Barley

Pot Barley

Oats

Rolled Oats

Rice (Antiva, Rivain)

Ryott (Ferelden)

Wheat

Durum Wheat (Rivain)

Whole Grains

Mushrooms

Deep Mushroom

Field Mushroom

Unspecified Fungus - Used to brew Dwarven ale.

Truffle

Unnamed Glowing Fungus

Wild Mushroom

Vegetables and Legumes

Beans

Bush Beans (Free Marches)

Green Beans (Orlais)

Pale Beans (Orlais)

White Beans (Orlais)

Beet

Cabbage

Carrot

Purple Carrot (Orlais)

White Carrot (Orlais)

Celery

Chickpea (Rivain)

Chive

Corn

Checkered Corn

Golden Corn (Orlais)

Yellow Corn

Cucumber

Eggplant (Antiva, Ferelden)

Fennel (Orlais)

Leek

Lentils

Lettuce

Mustard

Onion

Red Onion (Orlais)

Sweet Onion (Orlais)

White Onion

Pea

Peanut (Antiva, Seheron)

Pepper

Antivan Pepper

Green Pepper

Hot Pepper

Hot Red Pepper

Red Bell Pepper (Rivain)

Sweet Pepper (Orlais)

Potato

Radish

Daikon Radish (Ferelden)

Rhubarb (Ferelden)

Spinach

Squash

Marrow Squash

Pumpkin

String Squash

Tomato

Turnip - aka navet

Turnip Greens

Wild Greens

Yams (Ferelden)

Animal Products

Dairy

Cream

Heavy Cream

Milk

Cow Milk

Goat Milk

Halla Milk

Ram Milk

Soured Milk

Eggs

Caviar

Chicken Egg

Fish and Seafood

Carp

Cod

Crab

Cuttlefish

Eel

Krone

Lamprey

Mackerel

Mussel

Oyster

Prawn

River Herring

Shrimp

Sunfish

Trout

Whitebait

Insects

Cave Beetle (Dwarven)

Giant Spider (Dwarven)

Scorpion

Snail (Avvar)

Wood-burrowing beetle larvae (Dalish)

Meats

Beef

Ox

Ox-tongue

Veal

Boar

Bronto (Orzammar)

Cat - mentioned to be eaten in Orlesian alienages by those most desperate (City Elves of Orlais)

Dog - mentioned to be eaten in Orlesian alienages by those most desperate (City Elves of Orlais)

Druffalo

Giant (Tevinter)

Goat

Gurn

Halla

Hare

Hart

Horse

Liver - General name given, animal isn’t specified.

Nug

Pork

Pig’s Feet

Pork Hocks

Pork Saddle

Rabbit

Ram

Rat - mentioned to be eaten in alienages by those most desperate (City Elves of Anderfels, Ferelden)

Sheep

Lamb

Mutton

Venison

Wandering Hills (Anderfels)

Poultry and Reptiles

Bunting

Chicken

Poussin (Chasind)

Deepstalker (Dwarven)

Dove

Dracolisk (Tevinter)

Dragon (Nevarra, Orlais)

Duck

Gurgut (Avvar)

Lurker (Avvar)

Partridge

Pheasant

Phoenix

Pigeon

Quail

Quillback

Swan

Turkey

Varghest

Wyvern (Avvar and Orlais)

Misc.

Dragon Blood (Nevarra)

Druffalo Dung

Honey

Honeycomb

Miscellaneous Ingredients

Baking Ingredients

Ash

Elfroot Ash

Hardwood Ash (Dalish)

Baking Powder

Yeast Cake

Salts

Fine-ground Salt

Rock Salt

Sea Salt

Others

Brine

Clay (Avvar)

Pine Pitch (Alamarri)

Herbs and Spices

Herbs

Basil - Mentioned to be grown in Serault, Orlais.

Dried Basil

Bay Leaf

Catsbane

Elfroot

Elfroot Leaves

Royal Elfroot

Lavender (Orlais)

Mint

Anderfels’s Mint

Foxmint

Peppermint

Oregano

Dried Oregano

Parsley

Prophet’s Laurel

Rosemary

Spindleweed

Verdant Spindleweed

Thyme

Spices

Allspice

Anise

Antivan Cord-seed

Cardamom

Cinnamon (Rivain, Seheron)

Clove

Cumin

Cumin Seed

Deep Mushroom Powder (Orlais and Orzammar)

Dill

Dill Seeds

Eastern Spice - Unnamed

Fennel

Fennel Seeds

Garlic

Ginger

Dried Ginger

Hot Pepper Powder

Hot Red Pepper, Crushed

Juniper

Licorice

Mace

Mustard

Mustard Powder

Mustard Seeds

Nutmeg (Seheron)

Grated Nutmeg

Ground Nutmeg

Pepper

Black Pepper

Peppercorn

Black Peppercorn

Poppyseed

Saffron

Spice Ball - A variety of mixed spices wrapped in a cheesecloth

Star Anise

Vanilla (Rivain)

Sources:

(If you want to find the direct links or page numbers, check out the Wiki's Food and Ingredients page.)

Primary Sources:

Dragon Age: Origins (Base and DLCs) Dragon Age: Awakening Dragon Age 2 (Base and DLCs) Dragon Age: The Last Court Dragon Age: Inquisition (DLCs + Multiplayer)

Books:

Dragon Age Tabletop RPG Core Rulebook Dragon Age Tabletop RPG: Blood in Ferelden Dragon Age Tabletop RPG: Game Master’s Kit: Buried Past World of Thedas Vol. 1 World of Thedas Vol. 2 Dragon Age Official Cookbook: Tastes of Thedas Dragon Age: The Stolen Throne Dragon Age: The Calling Dragon Age: The Masked Empire Dragon Age: Last Flight Dragon Age: Tevinter Nights

Short Stories:

Short Story: Paper and Steel Short Story: Paying the Ferryman

Comics:

Silent Grove Mage Killer Knight Errant Deception

DAO

Codex Entry: Feast Day Fish

Codex Entry: History of Soldier’s Peak: Chapter 3

Codex Entry: In Praise of the Humble Nug

Codex Entry:A Tattered Shopping List

Item: Abyssal Peach

Item: Brandy

Item: Carnal, 8:69 Blessed

Item: Mosswine

Item: Rare Antivan Brandy (Gift)

Item: Sugar Cake

Item: Sun Blonde Vint-1

Item: West Hill Brandy

DAII

Item: Dragon’s Blood

DAI

Codex Entry: On Avvar Cuisine

Codex Entry: Bottles of Thedas

Codex Entry: The City of Starkhaven

Codex Entry: La Pomme Vie et More

Codex Entry: Mad Emperor Reville

Codex Entry: Plant vs. Corpses

Codex Entry: Ram

Codex Entry: A Scholar’s Journal

Codex Entry: Spindleweed

Codex Entry: Surviving the Western Approach

Codex Entry: Waterlogged Diary

Item: Wedge of Destiny

Note: Betta’s Travel Journal

Note: The Gilded Horn’s Drink List

Note: Knight-Captain’s Orders

Note: A Note from the Skyhold Kitchen

Note: The Rusted Horn’s Menu

Note: Scribbled Note

Wartable Mission: Inspire

Wartable Mission: Plant Crystal in Venatori Headquarters

Last Court Cards

Atop the Tower of Lights

The Elegant Abbess

Flames of Freedom

The Glassblowers’ Anger

Go Hunting

Good Neighbor

The Next Course

The Purveyors of Tea

Thieves!

An Unofficial Meeting

The Wyvern is Cornered

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