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a-simple-lee · 8 years ago

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Artistic Inspiration - An SPN fic

Prompt (anonymous): Can u do a soulmate au destiel, were they both won’t stop bothering each other with tickles?! I know that theres not really a plot, but I love the soulmate au and I thought that you wrote for it before, sorry if you didn’t ( I have a horrible memory) thank u 😘

Author’s Note: Ok so although I do not in fact write for the Soulmate AU, I was so happy to receive this request bc it’s absolutely one of my favourite AU’s ever, and I’d been hoping to write it for a while! I wasn’t sure exactly which Soulmate AU was referred to in this prompt, since there are a bunch of different ones, but I went with the classic one where soulmates are linked through their skin, and whatever is drawn on their skin also appears on their soulmate’s skin, if that makes sense. I think there was a tickle fic I read a while back set in the same AU, I’ll go and find it and link it as soon as I can!

Wordcount: 3,122

Description: Destiel. Cas probably shouldn’t have told his soulmate he was ticklish. Silly drawing antics ensue.

It had first started when Dean was in secondary school. His teacher was attempting to somehow excite interest in a bunch of teens who couldn’t possibly care less about trying to find the solutions of simultaneous equations, and Dean was barely awake. Somehow the pen that was supposed to be taking notes had drifted to the inside of his wrist, where it was tracing the beginnings of a small doodle. Dean glanced down at the ink flooding onto his skin and squinted in concentration, joining the last two points. There. A tiny star. Some miniscule whisper in the back of his mind scolded him for drawing on his skin; from a young age it was strongly discouraged that children draw on their arms, lest their soulmate reply - that sort of bond wasn’t meant to be formed until later in life.

But Dean had had enough. After all, it didn’t exactly feel like he was ruining fate’s plans; there was no sense of foreboding, no guilt burning in his blood. None of this seemed wrong. It just felt like the nib of a pen pressing on his skin.

…Wait a minute.

He wasn’t drawing.

His breathing stilted for a moment, air seeming to catch in the space between his throat and chest. Eyes turned to the ceiling, he tried to find where the oxygen in the air had gone. There wasn’t any. Against his will, his gaze drifted to where he’d drawn the star.

A single planet orbited it. The ink was blue, written in fountain pen.

Hand fumbling over the maze of his desk, Dean grabbed his biro. His mouth found the end and chewed as his mind raced. What do you say to the person you’re supposed to spend eternity with?

Bored.

He could’ve rolled his eyes at the stupidity of it. But it was all he could think to write.

A wave of cobalt swept over his wrist, forming a letter. Rapt, Dean watched in unbridled curiosity as the reply took shape.

Same.

Dean grinned. Glancing at the teacher to check they were still occupied, his pen returned to his skin.

I’m Dean. You?

Castiel. But Cas is easier.

At the front of the classroom, the teacher’s whiteboard pen stopped squeaking as they turned to the students.

“And…that’s the solution. Everybody got that?”

Six years later, and Cas was propping his head up over a med textbook. He couldn’t fathom why he’d wanted to choose one of the most tedious majors in existence, yet for some reason he felt himself driven to study. At one am. On a monday night. Technically tuesday morning, Cas reasoned to himself with a note of hysteria. The college library wasn’t completely empty; a few solitary students were hunched over their notes as if they held universal secrets, clearly cramming for tests. Cas winced out of sympathy - his phone buzzed, and his hand reached out to dismiss it in a frustrated swipe. He tugged on his sweater sleeves and rubbed his eyes, too exhausted to try to memorize any more diagrams of the human Endocrine system. Picking up his pen with a huff, he attempted to make some more notes.

Yet when he found his hand drifted to his skin instead, Castiel didn’t mind. His eyes widened when he saw he’d already been left a message.

You awake?

He quickly scribbled out a response.

Sorry. I didn’t notice the writing. I am awake. Why are you?

I dunno. Couldn’t sleep, or something.

Dean, you make no sense.

Right back at ya. Why are YOU awake?

A small huff of a laugh juddered out of Cas as he shook his head. A girl at the desk working over her calculator gave him an odd look.

Revision.

Need some help?

No. Too tired.

Why don’t we play a game, then? Keep you awake.

Dean, I don’t-

His message was cut short when Dean scribbled over the ‘don’t’ he was writing.

Just say yes, I’m trying to help here.

Fine.

Ok. I’m gonna draw on you and you gotta write the scientific name of the body part on your wrist.

Dean, that sounds like it could-

No. I’m just trying to keep you awake, is all. Chill.

Ok.

Cas planted his head firmly on the desk in a gesture of exasperation. There was a slight pause as he waited for something to happen. He flinched when the familiar pressure of Dean’s biro scraped over the inside of his upper arm, tracing a tiny line. Eyes scrunching as the pen suddenly changed course in an erratic jerk, his hand quickly scribbled the name out onto his wrist.

Bicep Brachii.

The writing halted for a moment as Dean seemed to consider Castiel’s answer. A few more seconds passed before his scrawled capitals appeared next to Cas’ cursive.

Sounds right. I just wanna finish the drawing, then I’ll do the next one.

Whatever you say, Da Vinci.

Shut up.

The seconds between transitioning from Cas’ wrist to his inner arm seemed to carry an air of indignation. The med student felt his arm twitch against his will as the ink made touchdown on his skin again, continuing to make seemingly random lines. He tried to trace their paths in his mind, attempting a sort of mental join-the-dots; but it was becoming increasingly hard to concentrate on forming an image when the doodle seemed to be encroaching further and further up his arm. A slight quirk of his lips tried to pull itself into a reflexive smile as the trailing lines suddenly became quick pokes; Cas felt random ink dots being prodded and squiggled into his arm. He reached for his pen.

Ok, that’s enough. Can we move on?

Why?

It tickles.

You didn’t tell me you were ticklish.

Castiel regretted the decision immediately - the feeling of a pen trailing up towards his armpit had him clamping his arms to his torso, trying to keep his composure in the middle of a library.

Stop!! I’m in the library!

Much to his relief, the pen nib ceased its torture.

Alright, you dork.

Shut up.

Only if you go home and get some sleep.

He rolled his eyes, reluctantly sliding his textbook into his satchel.

Fine. Good night.

Good night.

A concerning groan sounded from the car as Dean made what felt like the thousandth tightening with his spanner. The impala juddered worryingly, and Dean groaned, wheeling his way out from underneath the car for a lunch break.

Hello, Dean.

Cas’ writing was a welcome distraction from the frustration of car fixing, Dean decided. He grabbed his pen and began scrawling a response on his way to the kitchen.

Hey, Cas.

Sam was sat at the table, two sandwiches in front of him.

“How’s the break from college goin’, Sam?”

His brother groaned, sliding a sandwich to Dean, who took it and sat down, leaving it untouched for a minute.

“Uneventful. Jess and I have been writing to one another,” he paused, gesturing to his ink-covered arm. “but everybody else is just kind of taking a breather for the weekend.”

“Huh. Well, Baby’s not holding up too well. I’m gonna have to grab a couple new parts for her sometime-”

I didn’t appreciate your torture yesterday.

Dean spluttered, shaking his head with a grin.

“Cas, you son of a b*tch.”

Sam had since learned better than to question his brother’s conversations with his soulmate, and went back to eating his lunch.

It wasn’t torture, Cas.

You try being quiet in the library when someone is tickling you.

Nice try, but I ain’t ticklish.

Really?

Nope. Not at-

A brief scribble under his arm caused him to recoil, words dying on his skin as his pen trailed into a jerky sort of flatline.

“Dude, you ok?” Sam was giving him a questioning look.

“U-uh yeah, Cas is just being a b*tch, is all” He remarked, before slamming his hands down on the table when something scrawled over his side.

“You sure?”

Cas, you’re so weird. Stop. His handwriting was stilted and shaky despite his efforts to remain unaffected by the pen scratching under his ribs.

“Dean, you are such a liar.” The older WInchester had failed to notice six foot four of brother behind him, reading the conversation on his arm. Before Dean could protest, Sam grabbed his arm and wrote a message to his soulmate.

Don’t listen to him. He’s lying about being ticklish.

Thank you, Sam (?)

Dean snatched his hand back, rubbing at the ink in a vain attempt to erase it. A slight giggle escaped from his lips as Cas moved his focus to his tummy.

Dammit, Cas! Stop!

I need to finish my drawing.

He sighed in annoyance, eyes pivoting to the ceiling in a plea to the Heavens before glancing back down and lifting his shirt slightly. A small galaxy was dotting its way over his torso, stars and planets floating in the gaps between his freckles. His head lowered to the table in resignation. It was going to be a while before Cas was finished.

“Dude, where is your beer?” Gabriel’s head emerged from the kitchen doorway, and Cas looked up from his position in front of the TV to give a vague gesture.

“Second shelf, fridge door.” The loading screen of the WiiU didn’t seem to be moving much. It was one of the occasional times where Cas found himself visited by a brother, normally to play outdated video games and chat about college over beer. To call the experience enjoyable was far from the truth; people meant visits, and visits meant cleaning, which meant trying to convince others through the state of your living space that you were, in fact, mentally stable. Not to say that Cas didn’t appreciate Gabriel’s presence, per se; in fact he found the snarky blonde one of his more bearable relatives.

Cas’s train of thought was interrupted when the familiar scratching of Dean’s handwriting appeared on the back of his hand.

Hey.

Hello, Dean.

“Talking with lover boy again, are we?” The couch cushions sank as Gabriel plonked himself next to Cas, placing a couple bottles of beer on the table. Cas grunted in acknowledgement, too busy reading Dean’s forming words to reply.

You know, Cas, I forgot to get you back for embarrassing me yesterday.

You wouldn’t. My brother’s here.

Great! He’ll probably help me figure out your ticklish spots.

Please don’t.

The pillow resting under Dean’s chin shifted as he turned behind him to face Charlie, rucked up plaid shirt obscuring his vision as she stood beside his bare back.

“You know it’ll take a while to wash off, right? It’s some expensive ink.”

“Worth it,” He grinned. Charlie shrugged, grabbing her ink pot and a small paintbrush.

“He’s going to hate you for this,” The redhead’s smile was full of mischief as she sat down over the lower part of her friend’s back.

“Oh, I know. I know.” Dean grabbed the pen lying next to his hand to write a quick reply to Cas.

Sorry, no can do. Charlie needs to practise her body painting.

DEAN-

Cas’ heart rate shot up, and he turned to Gabriel, eyes wide.

“U-uh, Gabriel, I know you just got here-”

“Something the matter, Cassie?”

“N-not really - yes - it’s complicated.”

“What’s he been saying to you?” Eyebrows furrowed, Gabriel seized his wrist, a wicked grin swiftly overtaking his features. Cas ducked his head, heat rushing to his face.

“Oh, I see~” Gabriel purred, eyes alight with mischief.

“No, Gabriel, it’s not what it looks like-” Suddenly he clamped both hands over his mouth, frame jolting in a reflexive twitch.

“Then, pray tell, ticklish baby bro, what is it?” But the person in question was curled up on the couch, streams of giggles flowing from his mouth as his body flailed in an attempt to stop an invisible tickler.

“Shehe’s pahahainting on my bahack! Mahahahake him stop!”

“Now why would I do that? His friend needs to practice!”

A snort punctuated Cas’ hysterics, and Gabriel paused to laugh at his spectacle of a brother before whipping out a pen and leaving a message for Dean.

“Dammit-” Dean suppressed a grin as Charlie’s paintbrush swirled over the dip in his spine.

“Aww, whassa matter, Dean-o? Ticklish?”

“Shuhut up, this is worth it.”

“If you say so.” He could feel the smugness radiating from Charlie but didn’t have the resolve to snark at her without dissolving into giggles. With a note of hysteria, he wondered how Cas was holding up. Pressure on his right arm made him glance down.

Wow, Dean-o, going in for the kill already?

Dean frowned at the comic sans-esque writing.

Gabriel? How do you mean?

Dude, his back is a major tickle spot. He can’t stand it.

A smirk overtook his features.

Lucky guess, I suppose.

Cas shrieked as the brushstrokes reached his shoulder blades, back contorting in the hopes of stopping the feeling of the ink being swished and dotted in playful swirls over his skin.

“Yikes, Cassie, you sound a little tense.”

“Gahahabe, no!”

“Lemme help you relax a bit.” With that, the elder sat over Cas’ hips, tippling his fingers over his brother’s sides as an experiment.

“Ahahaha, plehehehease!” Cas shook his head, dark hair beyond messy as he tried to escape the torment.

“Please what? Carry on? Sure.”

Cas had heard about Charlie before, and she’d sounded nice enough. Yet for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to think of her favourably any more, not with the downright sadistic painting technique. Each and every stroke took a detour, dragging out the tickling to its fullest before the brush lifted for only a few seconds before touching down on another area of his back to wreak havoc with a new style of brushwork, switching from broad sweeps to brief flicks and dabs. It was maddening.

“Nahahahaha!” His hysterics quickly became interspersed with more snorts, and Gabriel paused his torture to laugh at Cas.

“Are you kidding? Snorts? This is too adorable.”

“Shuhuhuhut uhuhup, Gahahabriel!”

“Telling me to shut up? In your position, Cassie? You’re gonna pay for that.”

Gabriel swiftly returned to pinching up and down his brother’s sides, taking delight in the childish giggles that resulted.

“You okay there?” Charlie’s voice was tainted with mirth; she was enjoying herself way too much, Dean thought. He suppressed a flinch, and nodded, jaw tense.

“I-i’m good. How muhuch longer?”

“Almost done.” She replied, a wolfish grin taking shape as she flicked over a dimple at the bottom of Dean’s spine.

“I swear, you’re going down after this, Bradbury.”

“I’d watch your step, Winchester. You’re in no place to be making threats. And it’s Queen Bradbury to you.”

Dean groaned into the couch cushion. The next few minutes would feel like forever.

“Aahahaha, Gabrihihiel, plehehehehease stahahahahap!”

“Bingo-bango! He speaks! For a moment there I thought you’d turned into a giggle machine, Cassanova!” Gabriel watched with amusement as Cas’ cheeks flushed a darker shade of red at the teasing.

“Ihihih’m nohohot a chihihihild! Plehehehease!”

“Hmmm,” He paused, feigning deliberation as he raised a hand to his chin. “Methinks it’s time for an attitude adjustment, no?”

“GABRIEL NO!” Cas marvelled at the fact the plea managed to make its way out in between laughs.

“More like, Gabriel, yes! Now where was that big bright red tickle button of yours? Yknow, the ones that have ‘do not push’ written on them in capitals?”

“PLEASE DON’T!” The younger Novak kicked his legs against the couch in desperation, dreading the oncoming assault.

“Ah, that’s right!” Gabriel halted, quickly snaking his hands up under Cas’ arms. “There they are!” His fingers wriggled in tandem, a smirk lighting up his features as his brother’s arms immediately clamped to their adjoining torso.

“NAHAHAHAHA!” Cas shut his eyes, the conflicting feelings too much to bear as his nervous system was overloaded with the signals from his heightened nerves. Unmitigated laughter bounced against the walls as he struggled to get free, words escaping his grasp as the tickling became too much. Within seconds, his laughter fell silent, and Cas was reduced to nothing more than a helpless, giggling puddle.

His sibling quickly withdrew his hands, watching as Cas slowly regained some coherency. Eventually, the hysterics subsided into a more controlled flow of giggles, and Castiel curled up into a fetal position, riding out the remainder of the tickle attack by himself.

At long last, Charlie’s work appeared to have come to a halt. Cas lay breathing heavily for a few seconds to regain precious oxygen before cautiously reaching for his pen, ignoring Gabriel’s snide remark about his ‘ridiculous ticklishness’.

I hate you.

No you don’t, Cas.

Dean smiled at the ire seeping from Cas’ message before sitting up and turning to Charlie, careful not to let any wet ink on his skin touch the back of the couch.

“You think he’ll like it?” He huffed. Charlie nodded from beside him.

“It might get you out of any potential repercussions. Maybe.”

“I’ll take maybe over going through that again,” Dean grinned, elbowing Charlie when she reached up to ruffle his hair. His pen drifted to his wrist to elaborate.

No you don’t, Cas. Look in the mirror.

The door to his bathroom swung open, and Cas stepped onto the tiled floor hesitantly, smooth stone feeling cold against his bare feet. Gabriel followed, and the pair stood in front of the mirror above the sink.

“Well, are you gonna see what it is?” He pushed, nudging Castiel in the shoulder. The latter rolled his eyes, and pulled off his ACDC shirt with a huff that was promptly cut off when the ink was revealed. Cas turned in front of the mirror, trying to get a better view of his own back.

“Wow, little bro. That’s a nice tattoo you got there.”

“I suppose Charlie’s practice may have payed off,” Cas admitted begrudgingly, staring awestruck at the masterpiece that had been traced onto his skin. A pair of black-tinged wings rested unfurled on his back, feathers branching out over his back and crossing onto the backs of his arms in places. He stretched, watching as the drawing shifted with his movements - the wings seemed have their own mind, branching out in synchronisation with his body. Cas fumbled for his pen.

…Thank you. I…suppose this warrants a truce?

“Dean Winchester, you are a class A Dork.” Charlie muttered, unable to fight back a grin as she watched their conversation on his skin. They were stood in front of the mirror in the corner, admiring her artistry and waiting for the ink to dry.

“Shut up, nerd.” He teased, wings opening as he reached for his pen.

Sure, Cas. Truce.

#spn #my writing #fanfic #tickle fic #destiel #ticklish!cas #ticklish!dean #soulmate au #requests

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lydiawhinesaboutfanfiction · 8 years ago

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Maybe You Won’t Die Alone

Summary: It's Isabela's birthday, and somehow Varric's gotten a gift to her. It's cute, thoughtful, and homemade by one of Isabela's favorite people. She absolutely loathes it.

(modern AU, f!Hawke/Isabela)

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Isabela was angry with Varric. He had tracked them down and somehow predicted where they would be next and arranged for someone at the docks of their destination to give them a gift. She wasn’t upset he had managed to plot their course for them--that led her to believe it was predictable enough that unsavory characters (a different flavor of unsavory from herself and Hawke, that was) could also find it.

She was upset because of the gift itself.

It was a beautiful piece of cross stitching, probably supposed to hang on the wall of the captain’s cabin she and Hawke shared. Someone had clearly put a lot of time and effort into it. Who, she had no idea (Bethany? Anders? Aveline? Certainly not Varric, right?), and while she appreciated the effort, the message made her quite upset.

A Family Can Just Be Two Moms And A Dog And No Kids the cross stitch said, in beautiful colors, over the image of a pirate ship sailing the seas. Stitched very tiny on the ship were stick figures who were supposed to be Isabela and Hawke, and a little cross stitch mabari.

It was beautifully done, well thought out, and someone probably would have thought it a wonderful birthday present. Hawke had to physically hold Isabela back from throwing it in the sea when she first looked at it.

“It’s an objectively true statement,” Hawke said amusedly. She ran her fingers over the stitches. “You said Varric sent this, but did he say who made it?”

Isabela opened the envelope that had come with the package. There was a card with a boy pirate from a children’s cartoon on it. It was a card for a child’s 3rd birthday, but someone had crudely drawn a 5 on it, so it said “35 today! Yo ho! Way to go!” Somehow Varric had managed to get it to all of their friends to sign it. Merrill’s message, which was a little long and rambly, indicated she was the one who made the cross stitch.

Also in the card was a crisp twenty sovereign bill. Thanks, Varric.

“Merrill did it.”

“Well we can’t throw it in the sea if Merrill did it.”

“That may be true, but that doesn’t mean I have to look at it.”

“I think it’s sweet! We should put it over the bed. Imagine it: you and me, in that ridiculously tiny bed, Champion on top of us, and this over our heads. It’ll be...picturesque.”

“That’s the worst thing I’ve ever had to imagine, Hawke.”

Hawke just laughed and took the cross stitch and left for the ship, presumably to go put it over the bed. Awful. Isabela whipped out her phone to let Varric know she got the package.

ISABELA: this is objectively the worst gift ive ever received

VARRIC: You’re welcome.

ISABELA: how dare u imply that i am a mom

ISABELA: if anything i am the hot older sister

VARRIC: Okay.

Varric was one of those assholes who used full capitalization and punctuation and spelled out all his words when he texted.

ISABELA: tell merrill she did a good job on champion

VARRIC: I’ll pass the message on.

VARRIC: What does Hawke think of it?

ISABELA: she loves it

VARRIC: I thought so.

ISABELA: i hate you so much

VARRIC: Happy 35th birthday, Isabela!

Luckily, none of their meager crew had seen the thing, all too busy with their shore leave. And if Admiral Isabela had her way, none of them ever would see it. That meant it would have to stay in the captain’s quarters. Bollocks.

Well, it was her shore leave, too. She went to go find a bar.

Hawke found Isabela entertaining a group of Fereldan navy men in the shittiest bar on the entire pier a few hours later, after she had finished helping the cook load groceries and the like onto the ship.

“...and that’s the story of how I had a threesome with the Hero of Ferelden and the King of Ferelden!” she finished delightedly. There was a cluster of empty shot glasses next to her, but a few were still full. She knocked one back.

Isabela had at least six versions of that story. Sometimes the king was involved, sometimes other people. Usually the Hero of Ferelden was present, but sometimes it was just Zevran. It got confusing, and Hawke still had no idea which was the truth. It wasn’t like she could ask the king and queen of Ferelden.

Well, there was like a 30% chance the queen would answer if tweeted at about it, but that probably wasn’t a good idea.

Hawke sidled up to her partner. “Is this where you’ve been all day?”

“Hawke! Where have you been?” Isabela asked happily. “Here, have a drink.”

“I’m fine.” Hawke grinned. “When did you last eat? Let’s go get some food in you.”

Some of the navy men protested, but Hawke ignored them. She took Isabela back to the ship and got some food for her.

“Have you had a good birthday?” she asked her.

“Oh, the best. Varric gave me twenty sovereigns! And you know, I didn’t have to pay for a single drink at that bar.”

“You’re a powerful woman, Isabela.”

“You know what, Hawke? I am. I AM a powerful woman! And I'm not a mom. What was Varric thinking?”

“Oh, that's what this was about?” Okay, that made sense. Why else would Isabela have gone off to drink her feelings, without Hawke to watch her back? Damn it, Varric.

“Rude, right?”

“Very.” She grabbed some grapes off the plate she made for Isabela and ate some. “D’you want me to talk to him?”

“I think I texted him a few hours ago.” Isabela drank from the cup Hawke gave her. “Water? Hawke, I’m not that drunk.”

“Can’t be too careful. Bethany spent twenty minutes lecturing me on the dangers of alcohol poisoning the last time we talked, you know.”

Isabela snorted. “She’s been spending too much time around Anders.”

“Someone has to make sure he doesn’t accidentally use a really specific geofilter on Snapchat again.”

They both laughed at that, though it had happened a few times. The last time, a local Grey Warden unit had actually been close to where Anders and Bethany were, and it nearly resulted in a huge firefight between them. Apparently, the queen of Ferelden had strict instructions to “bring back her son,” something that embarrassed Anders to no end.

He had since learned his lesson about taking photos of stray cats with filters that had the name of the village he was staying in on them.

“You know, if the gift really bothers you that much, I can put it away. Hide it somewhere you’ll never look, like under Champion’s bed.”

Isabela groaned. “I’ll deal with it. It’s not exactly...wrong. I just don’t like the wording.”

“Neither of us are mothers, thank Andraste.”

“Thank fuck.”

“Well, you’re Champion’s Mama.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, he knows the difference between us as Mommy and Mama. What a good boy,” Hawke said fondly, looking at her dog, curled up on his bed on the other side of the cabin. “But you’re not, like, a real mom.”

“I’m sure animal parents everywhere love to hear that kind of thing.”

“I don’t give a shit.”

Isabela snorted and ate some more.

Hawke thought for a moment. “A family can just be you, your pirate girlfriend, your little sister, the terrorist your little sister is babysitting, the ghost that terrorist is sharing a body with, your little brother, his ginger boss and her husband, an escaped slave, a bloodmage, an actual real live prince, and a bestselling author. And a dog. And no kids,” she said, ticking her various friends off her fingers as she went.

“It’s a little wordy.”

“I’ll work on it,” Hawke promised. Isabela scarfed down the rest of her food. “D’you wanna go to sleep?”

“Oh, if you insist.” Hawke took the empty plate and cup and set them on the desk, then climbed back into the bed next to Isabela after taking off her boots and pants. Isabela kicked her own boots off too and curled up next to Hawke.

“Good night, Hawke,” she sighed.

“Happy birthday, Isabela.”

#my writing #dragon age 2 #marian hawke #isabela rivaini #hawkebela

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internetdetectives · 5 years ago

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The Producer 4:18 PM: "uhh”

Xenquility 4:18 PM: "what if it turns out producer is actually insanely evil and is the reincarnation of tenebris”

The Producer 4:18 PM: "what should i call it”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:18 PM: "Kill switch”

ARGdov 4:18 PM: "as for which one is more antagonistic”

ARGdov 4:18 PM: "I mean compared to BUP neither is”

The Producer 4:18 PM: "ok ill call it kill switch”

Xenquility 4:18 PM: "see”

Xenquility 4:18 PM: "he is”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:18 PM: "15 minute song of just TTS: YES, YES, YES, YES”

spookypako 4:19 PM: "Is it possible that Erika is Tyler's friend / girlfriend?”

Xenquility 4:19 PM: "call it: Kill?, yes”

ARGdov 4:19 PM: "no.”

ARGdov 4:19 PM: "definitely not”

The Producer 4:19 PM: "Boyfriend”

ARGdov 4:19 PM: "Carla lives in Australia, and they havent dated for....several years”

spookypako 4:19 PM: "ups”

ARGdov 4:19 PM: "she was also a member of the LC”

spookypako 4:19 PM: "seriously?”

Xenquility 4:19 PM: "Former”

Xenquility 4:19 PM: "if I recall”

Xenquility 4:19 PM: "Ay Producer”

Xenquility 4:19 PM: "Any idea how erika got a hold of never-before-seen-exclusive-vip footage”

The Producer 4:21 PM: "you'll just have to ask them”

Xenquility 4:21 PM: "or are we just stupid and forgetting that we've seen it”

The Producer 4:21 PM: "as for many years this has been going on for, its no surprise that some stuff has slipped through the cracks”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:21 PM: "EL PRODUSER!!!”

The Producer 4:21 PM: "el traitor”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:21 PM: "mexican music plays”

Xenquility 4:21 PM: "also why is slinky the traitor”

The Producer 4:22 PM: "i guess traitor isn't exactly accurate”

The Producer 4:22 PM: "how about "elegy boy"”

spookypako 4:22 PM: "Is it possible that some character gave her images and videos, but she can't tell who gave them?”

Xenquility 4:22 PM: "alright that sounds good”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:22 PM: "Elegy boy sounds neat”

Jos 4:23 PM: "what about about to fuck up boy”

The Producer 4:23 PM: "a perpetual state of aboutting to fuck up

sounds good”

Jos 4:23 PM: "exactly”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:24 PM: "Neat”

spookypako 4:26 PM: "guys who is the guy at left”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:26 PM: "Hm?”

spookypako 4:26 PM: "fuck”

spookypako 4:26 PM: "wait”

The Producer 4:29 PM: "we will never know who is the guy at left”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:29 PM: "F”

Xenquility 4:29 PM: "some say he is still at the left to this day”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:29 PM: "Others say he is now at the right”

spookypako 4:29 PM: ":joy: :joy:”

Xenquility 4:30 PM: "they're fucking wrong”

spookypako 4:30 PM: "my phone is trolling me sorry”

The Producer 4:30 PM: "thats horseshoe theory for you”

The Producer 4:30 PM: "or spooky horseshoe theory as we call it here”

spookypako 4:31 PM: "who is the guy in the left in the window”

The Producer 4:31 PM: "our office has quite the diverse range of spooky politicial opinions”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:31 PM: "Do you know who is "spuu kinjo'"?”

Xenquility 4:31 PM: "Pretty sure that's just tyler in his house”

Xenquility 4:31 PM: "can't really tell though”

The Producer 4:32 PM: "joe spooky mama”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:32 PM: "Nope”

Xenquility 4:32 PM: "the spooky producer”

The Producer 4:32 PM: "i have the second eye”

The Producer 4:32 PM: "you cannot fool me”

The Producer 4:32 PM: "i mean third eye”

The Producer 4:32 PM: "fuck”

Xenquility 4:32 PM: "the spooky second eye”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:32 PM: "Spuu kinjo' mama”

spookypako 4:32 PM: "but who is recording?”

spookypako 4:32 PM: "uhum”

The Producer 4:33 PM: "the camera, obviously”

spookypako 4:33 PM: "very funny”

spookypako 4:33 PM: "...”

Xenquility 4:33 PM: "it's their second eye not the camera”

The Producer 4:33 PM: "they have google eye”

The Producer 4:33 PM: "spooky google eye”

Xenquility 4:33 PM: "google cardboard”

Xenquility 4:33 PM: "or glass or whatever it was”

Xenquility 4:33 PM: "waoah”

Xenquility 4:33 PM: "briefcase”

Xenquility 4:33 PM: "that's somewhat relevant to this isnt it”

The Producer 4:35 PM: "briefcases are quite handy for delivering and transporting goods”

The Producer 4:35 PM: "im a fan”

spookypako 4:35 PM: "dewalk closed”

spookypako 4:35 PM: "cross here”

Xenquility 4:35 PM: "what if”

Xenquility 4:35 PM: "producer is the white dude with the briefcase”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:35 PM: "That's producer”

The Producer 4:35 PM: "its me”

Xenquility 4:35 PM: "from start life”

Xenquility 4:35 PM: "BUM BUM BUM”

spookypako 4:36 PM: "bumb”

The Producer 4:36 PM: "im not that tiny faceless mongoloid”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:36 PM: "Prod”

Xenquility 4:36 PM: "woah”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:36 PM: "Are you a little mannequin?”

Xenquility 4:36 PM: "mongoloid was my word”

Xenquility 4:36 PM: "how dare you”

The Producer 4:36 PM: "OI”

The Producer 4:36 PM: "sorry”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:36 PM: "Mongoloid is racist”

The Producer 4:36 PM: "im racist”

Xenquility 4:36 PM: "and im raceless”

Xenquility 4:36 PM: "is it okay to be racist if you're racist to all races”

The Producer 4:37 PM: "apparently pako needs a new bum”

spookypako 4:37 PM: "HAHAHA”

The Producer 4:37 PM: "my condolences”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:37 PM: "F”

spookypako 4:37 PM: ":joy: :joy:”

Xenquility 4:37 PM: "Pako's ass has been blasted”

The Producer 4:37 PM: "im racist towards non spookys”

Xenquility 4:37 PM: "so you're racist towards yourself”

spookypako 4:37 PM: "nonon”

Xenquility 4:37 PM: "cause uh”

The Producer 4:37 PM: "aw”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:37 PM: "Prod, are the Spooks like a different race”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:37 PM: "Like”

The Producer 4:37 PM: "you guys dont think im spooky”

Xenquility 4:37 PM: "you're not spooky or something”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:37 PM: "Elfs? For example?”

Xenquility 4:37 PM: "we appreciate it”

Xenquility 4:37 PM: "spooky is overrated”

Xenquility 4:38 PM: "all the annoying guys are spooky”

Xenquility 4:38 PM: "but luckily”

Xenquility 4:38 PM: "you are”

Xenquility 4:38 PM: "https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39Bnk6VU53Y”

spookypako 4:38 PM: "hd lol”

The Producer 4:38 PM: "well im glad i could at least be "Refreshing like a spring breeze..."”

The Producer 4:39 PM: "like finally taking off the gas mask and getting a big ol whiff”

Xenquility 4:39 PM: "woah”

Xenquility 4:39 PM: "gas mask”

Xenquility 4:39 PM: "producer is skm”

The Producer 4:39 PM: "he wishes”

spookypako 4:39 PM: "oh yeah”

Xenquility 4:39 PM: "why do all of you guys hate on skm”

spookypako 4:39 PM: "no you wishes”

Xenquility 4:39 PM: "skm is great”

The Producer 4:39 PM: "nah skm is pretty cool”

The Producer 4:39 PM: "kinda sketchy though”

Xenquility 4:40 PM: "no offense but”

The Producer 4:40 PM: "keeps himself busy”

The Producer 4:40 PM: "thats for sure”

Xenquility 4:40 PM: "you're one to talk”

The Producer 4:40 PM: "twoshey”

Xenquility 4:40 PM: "TWOSHEY”

Xenquility 4:40 PM: "EXCUSE ME”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:40 PM: "TWOSHEY”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:40 PM: "HAHAHA”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:40 PM: "r/boneappletea”

The Producer 4:40 PM: "its pronounced "toosh"”

Xenquility 4:40 PM: "touché thankyouverymuch”

The Producer 4:41 PM: "haha... laugh now…”

The Producer 4:41 PM: "you, wont be... laughing... soon,,,”

Xenquility 4:41 PM: "one flaw in that joke”

The Producer 4:41 PM: "am i spooky enough now”

Xenquility 4:41 PM: "spooks always use capitals”

The Producer 4:41 PM: "HAHAHA”

The Producer 4:41 PM: "HEEHEE”

Xenquility 4:41 PM: "I meant the first letter of a sentence”

The Producer 4:41 PM: "shit”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:41 PM: "Hohoho hehehe”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:41 PM: "HELLO THERE OLDY CHUM”

Xenquility 4:42 PM: "also the dots make you sound like a prepubescent girl trying to write ben drowned fanfics”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:42 PM: "IM NOT A GNELF”

Xenquility 4:42 PM: "i mean”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:42 PM: "IM NOT A GNOBLIN”

Xenquility 4:42 PM: "non fanfic”

The Producer 4:42 PM: "maybe i am”

Xenquility 4:42 PM: "definitely real”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:42 PM: "IM A GNOME”

spookypako 4:42 PM: "Skm.png (147×148)”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:42 PM: "AND YOU'VE BEEN GNOOOOOMED”

spookypako 4:42 PM: "ups”

The Producer 4:42 PM: "deep down inside, arent we all prepubsescent ben drowned fan girls?”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:42 PM: "We are”

Xenquility 4:42 PM: "TOUCHE”

The Producer 4:42 PM: "toosh”

ARGdov 4:43 PM: "I mean”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:43 PM: ">producer being meta”

Xenquility 4:43 PM: "ill woop your toosh if you spell is twoshey again”

ARGdov 4:43 PM: "Were all still here”

ARGdov 4:43 PM: "So yes we all our secretly BEN fangirls”

Xenquility 4:43 PM: "does tenebris know about all his fans”

The Producer 4:43 PM: "we all our”

Xenquility 4:43 PM: "nigth”

spookypako 4:44 PM: "nightmind”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:44 PM: "Suck”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:44 PM: "My”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:44 PM: "Dick”

Xenquility 4:44 PM: "no thank you pokephile”

The Producer 4:44 PM: "Dickth”

Xenquility 4:44 PM: "and now pedophile”

spookypako 4:44 PM: "i”

spookypako 4:44 PM: "dony”

spookypako 4:44 PM: "wanna”

Xenquility 4:44 PM: "gerth”

The Producer 4:44 PM: "more like i pony wanna”

Xenquility 4:44 PM: "gerth vlogs”

The Producer 4:44 PM: "alright lunch break over”

Xenquility 4:44 PM: "more like i pako wanna”

The Producer 4:44 PM: "i have consumed my spook soup”

spookypako 4:44 PM: "hahaha”

The Producer 4:44 PM: "ill speak with you all some other time”

Xenquility 4:45 PM: "*some other spooky time”

The Producer 4:45 PM: "^^^”

Xenquility 4:45 PM: "anyways seeya p dog”

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SWEET GOOD NIGHT MESSAGES FOR YOUR BEST FRIEND

111. “There is no one in this world that will be as happy as I am when I get to hold you all night long. I love you.”

112. “If there was a fast forward button in the video tape of life, I would skip the days to be in your arms every night. Good night dear wife.”

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113. “There is no feeling in the world like going to sleep knowing that you are mine and I am yours. I hope this dream that we share together is one that will never end.”

114. “The most beautiful thing about every night is not the stars being with the moon or cool breeze being with the clouds, but you being with me. Good night.”

115. “Dreams are my stars. They are vast and beautiful, yet they always have you in them.”

116. “Touch your heart and close your eyes. Tonight is going to be long and cold without you by my side.”

117. “I can’t wait for the night that I can hold you tight and watch your eyes close as you sleep in my arms. We can try it tomorrow!”

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118. “The sigh of relief I heave when I lay on my bed every night does not suggest how exhausted I am, but how exhausted I would be with my life if not for you. Goodnight love.”

119. “Most people end their day with their heads rested in the warmth of their pillows. I end my day with my head rested in the warmth of my wife’s embrace. Goodnight love.”

120. “My dear wife, I just want to say that I’m always incomplete without you and I never pass a single minute when you are not on my mind. Be in my life forever. Good Night.”

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121. “Real friendship is where quirks are celebrated, eccentricities are applauded and idiosyncrasies are flaunted. Ours, is exactly like that. Good night.”

122. “Regardless of the size of your bed, don’t stop yourself from dreaming king size. Good night.”

123. “A real friend is someone who’ll call you their own, when everyone else calls you an outcast.”

124. “Friends are the sunshine that light up your life’s dark skies. Good night.”

125. “Even the melancholy of a dark and lonely night transforms into a sweet harmony when I think about the memories of our friendship. Good night.”

126. “Some people want money, and others want fame. All I want is for you to go to bed happy and wake up with a smile on your face.”

127. “I was going to tell you to have a good night and to have sweet dreams, but you’re too sweet already.”

128. “When you read this, I want you to smile as big as you can so that everything is right in the world.”

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129. “I wish I could pull down the stars, so we could jump on them together and spend the night in the clouds.”

130. “My day is hectic, and my schedule is tight, but I will never go one day without telling you good night.”

131. “Dream a sweet dream tonight as you sleep; smile a cute smile tomorrow that you may keep; may all of your dreams and wishes come true; because I couldn’t find a better friend like you! Good Night”

132. “When daylight turns to a darkened hue, the lovely stars hinting at you. Your heartbeat tells you something true, that someone is terribly missing you. Good Night!”

133. “People don’t always need advice. Sometimes all they really need is a hand to hold, an ear to listen, and a heart to understand them. Good night dear friend…”

134. “Never blame a day in your life, good days give you happiness, bad days give you experience. Both are essential in life. All are Gods blessings. Good night…”

135. “A bed of clouds for you to sleep, diamond stars as your bedside lamp, angels from heaven singing lullabies for you, may you sleep peacefully thru out the night. Good Night”

136. “Since your eyes are looking tired, let your eye lashes hug each other for few hours. Happy journey into the world of dreams. Good Night!”

137. “Being your friend is my gift, missing you is my bad luck, disturbing you with SMS is my way of thinking you, but keeping our friendship is my aim… Good night!”

138. “I’m sending a pillow of happy thoughts to create wonderful dreams, a blanket of care to comfort you all night and A prayer to protect until morning. Good night…”

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139. “Whenever you have a DREAM inside your HEART, never let it go because DREAMS are the TINY SEEDS, from which BEAUTIFUL TOMORROW GROWS. Have a wonderful dream tonight? GOOD NIGHT”

140. “MOON has come to color your dreams, STARS to make them musical and My SMS to give you warm and peaceful sleep.”

141. “Real friends are not those who are always around when everything’s almost perfect. They’re the one’s who dig deep when you’re down just to pull you up and say, ‘Everything’s gonna be alright…’ Good Night”

142. “This is our ATD (Any time disturbance) service. We are the experts in disturbing and irritating people at busy hours. Our goal has been achieved. Good Night…”

143. “Good night my very special friend, I pray you lay in rest, and may tomorrow bring you much love and happiness. Do not think of me, I’m in your eyes, in your heart… Good Night!”

144. “A day is going to end again. It is nice to have a friend like you. Making my everyday seems so great. Thank you my friend. Good Night and Sweet Dreams…”

145. “I looked up in the sky and saw the brightest star I have ever seen, I closed my eyes and wished to it to let the person who is reading this SMS a smooth sleep… Good Night!”

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146. “Good friends don’t necessarily make life perfect, but they sure make all the imperfections easier to tolerate. Xoxo & good night!”

147. “The memories of our friendship are like the radiance of the moon and the fun times we’ve had together are like the twinkle of the stars that light up my life’s skies. Good night.”

148. “In life, success is not always measured by how big you can dream. Real success, is often measured by the number of friends you can share your dreams with. Good night my friend.”

149. “I won’t take any selfies for the next 12 hours… not because it’ll be dark but because they’ll be without friends like you. Good night.”

150. “Sometimes I am goofy, but don’t ever think that I don’t care. No matter what, for you I will always be there. Good night.”

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151. “Last night I hugged my pillow & dream of You… I wish that someday I’d dream about my pillow… and I’d be hugging you! Good Night My Love :)”

152. “What does crack and you have in common? They keep a person up all night long waiting to get their next fix.”

153. “As the thief was leaving the house, the child woke up & said to the thief: “Take my school bag also, or else I’ll wake up my mom”. Have a good night.”

154. “If you feel little bored, little sick, little lost, little sad, you know what’s wrong? Your suffering from lack of Vitamin Me! Good Night!”

155. “I love food and sleep. If I give you a bit of food or text you all night, that means something. :)”

156. “Where do you sleep at night? I always imagined that angels slept in silk sheets with the moon shining on them.”

157. “ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ123456789*# Thank God all the keys of my keypad are working. No go to sleep and have a good night! :)”

158. “Whenever I have a problem, I just sing, Then I realize my voice is worse than my problem. Have a good night my dear. :)”

159. “I have an advice for a good night: Always borrow money from a pessimist. He won’t expect it back.”

160. “Did you know that behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes? Have a sweet good night!”

161. “Everyone has an annoying friend. If you don’t have one, it’s probably you. Have a great night my dear!”

162. “Honey, please remember that asking if I’m hungry is like asking if I want money. The answer is always YES. Have a good night. :)”

163. “My dear, when I die, I want my grave to offer free Wifi so that people visit more often. Have a lot of funny dreams. :)”

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164. “Did you know this about me? My goal in life isn’t to become famous or powerful… it’s to make enough money to eat whatever I want. Good night, sleep tight!”

165. “I trust a lot of people not to kill me every day. And I thank you for not doing so until no. Sweet dreams & good night.”

166. “Doing nothing is very hard thing to do as you never know when to finish. So I wish you good night and a productive tomorrow!”

167. “Just tell this the next time someone will be bad to you: Please be patient even a toilet can handle only one ass hole at a time. Have only sweet dreams, my dear.”

168. “Honey, have a good night & remember: Life is short. Buy the damn shoes.”

169. “Always remember – never go to bed angry. Just stay awake and plot revenge. Good night, darling.”

170. “A little advice before you go to bed: The best way to get a man to do something is to suggest he’s too old for it. Good night!”

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GREAT GOOD NIGHT WISHES FOR YOUR SISTER

171. “It may be cold, and it may be dark, but when you close your eyes, and I close mine, we will meet in our dreams and hold each other tight.”

172. “The candle flames are flickering, and the darkness of night is over us now. I hope that your dreams are filled with sunshine and happiness.”

173. “When mom and dad don’t understand, a sister always will. Have a sweet dream.”

174. “Sisters is probably the most competitive relationship within the family until they are grown. Then it is the strongest one. Have a beautiful dream, my dear sister.”

175. “Even when we have the worst fight, you always know how to fix things. Thanks for being the greatest sister ever. Good night.”

176. “For my lovely little sister, I send you cute good night wishes and wish you a beautiful sleep with lovely dreams. Let your night be beautiful and you have a peaceful undisturbed sleep. Have a good night.”

177. “Dear sister, I hope you are preparing to sleep soon rather than wasting time talking idle with your love. I wish you a good night and remind you I am in the next room.”

178. “A loving sister glows like a star in brother’s soul. Good night sis!”

179. “The answers you seek never come when the mind is busy, they come when the mind is still – when silence speaks loudest! Good Night.”

180. “With you, I have always shared my deepest secrets, happiest moments, ups & downs, and joy. I feel blessed to have a sibling like you, who is always on my side. Good night.”

181. “Wash your face… Wash your feet… Now it’s time to fall asleep… Your eyes are weak and mouth can’t speak… So, let´s hope the night shall be nice and sweet… Good night.”

182. “Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow. Thank you and have a good night!”

183. “When daylight turns to a darkened hue, the lovely stars hinting at you. Your heartbeat tells you something true, that someone is terribly missing you. Good Night!”

184. “As you go to bed tonight, I beg the moon to give you light. Tell my angels to hug you tight, and make sure you are all right. And ask the gentle breeze to care you and kiss you good night.”

185. “Sister to sister, we will always be a couple of nuts off the family tree. Good night my dear.”

186. “Good night sister. You are a gift to the heart, a true friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life.”

187. “May the sweetest person on this earth come in your dreams tonight. However, do not expect it to be a routine, as I might not be available each night! :)”

188. “Sisters are God’s way of sending an angel who’s always there for you. Just like you. Good night!”

189. “This text carries good night wishes for my younger sister. I hope you enjoy the lovely night with beautiful dreams in your eyes.”

190. “A sister is someone who is a sweet & supportive, kind & loving, cheerful & inspiring friend and my all time laughter… Good night my dear and I love you.”

There are hundreds of ways to show her just how much you love and appreciate her being in your life. With a few lines of text, you’ll be able to tell her just how much she means to you and that you’re thinking of her tonight.

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