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[kazoo-the-demjin]

Honestly the potential of Matt-Nicky-Aaron rooming together for the next 3-4 years is SO sat upon idkk

[natstolemysocks]

(Ficstart for @spotofmummery​, maybe 😊)) -------------------------------------------------------

"This is absurd."

Ayo'a smacked the papers he was holding with the back of his hand. From what he was able to make out of them, the Joyous Canopy was about to attempt a business deal with a tea shop in the Lavender Beds. While they could definitely use more clientelle, the tea they were growing on La Noscean soil just could not compete with the local tea of Gridania. It didn't make much sense.

"We have nothing to offer that isn't already readily available in the Twelveswood," Ayo'a stated quite matter-of-factly, only to be met with dismissal.

"This attitude is exactly why your business failed," the Elezen replied with his usual arrogance. "One day that utter short sightedness of yours will be the death of you."

If it meant being rid of him, that moment could not come too soon, Ayo'a thought. Since Amserin took over, too much had to be changed in the name of profit. He really missed the more quiet days of just enjoying what he did.

Ayo'a was starting to get nervous.

"Seth, I can't do this. I'm not a salesman."

Sethorel Amserin however was not a man known to change is mind easily.

"Then you'd better learn quickly."

Today was clearly not any different.

The Elezen snapped his fingers in the direction of Ayo'a's private quarters.

"Hurry yourself into something presentable, Ibori. The prospect expects you to be there in half a bell. Don't be late."

-

Ayo'a cussed under his breath. The shop was supposed to be located in the Lilly Hills, but Amserin's writing was so hard to read it could just as well have been ancient Allagan. Nobody would ever know with his particular brand of chicken scratch...

He searched the reception for clues, unfortunately without much luck. There was no other option but to ask. Luckily a nice lady at the desk was able to point him in the direction of an establishment with a promising name, and before he knew it, Ayo'a found himself in front of the Tea and Tomes shop.

Late.

[ao3feed-fenhawke]

Fenris Needs Air

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2lyXn7B

by Reinamarieseregon

A ficstarter Friday prompt, Fenhawkearchive of: They were looking but I didn't care, I ran to him anyway

Lol unsure what title is good, for now this... An impromptu mini fic, hope for reviews how you'd like the story to go on?

Words: 295, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dragon Age II, Dragon Age (Video Games)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Fenris (Dragon Age), Female Hawke, Qunari (Characters)

Relationships: Fenris/Female Hawke

Additional Tags: fic starter Fridays, Tumblr Prompt, fenhawkearchive

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2lyXn7B

[rxseinthorns-blog]

‘For the last time, I don’t know anything. Why are you so curious?” 

[the-rebellioustrinket-blog]

" I don't know how much longer I can take it here! It's so.. dull."

[tylerrrsup-blog]

Guess I'll introduce myself. Hey, I'm Tyler and I don't know what else to say.

[kazoo-the-demjin]

Hey. What if Andrew never knew about his real birthday until he met Aaron. What if the system decided to give a random date or had a fixed date for all unknown birthdays handed over to him. What if he eventually pretended to forget it since it was never a pleasant reminder that he's supposed to have a day for himself, but probably never will. What is Cass is the only person who cared enough to ask for it, and made sure Andrew felt special on his day. What if Drake too wanted them to be special.

Another reason why Andrew hates the concept of birthdays. Because they have never been associated with anything good. Having his real birthday fall almost months away from his fake one is marginally better tho.

So Neil never says it's a birthday. He never says it's special, or it's his day. Both of them treat each other's birthday as nothing but just a few milestones both have crossed. That they have survived. They never say anything, it's just that they're happy enough to be present with each other; the few good things that have stayed with them.

[rxseinthorns-blog]

“For the Halloween Ball would a muggle haunted house be too horrifically lame?”