#l: cassandra's cabin

[charlessmiths-wife]

date night w the dimitrescus

in a desperate attempt to try and get myself back into writing more have some hcs about how I think date nights would look w our favourite evil women ❤️

CW! light/moderate sexual content/nsfw themes

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

ALCINA

-> first and foremost, a date night with Alci is classy.

-> very routine, a tad run of the mill - but beautiful (not just because it’s with Alcina - though that is a major part of it)

-> date nights are pretty regular for you guys, I’d estimate roughly once a week they occur. and Alcina never misses them.

-> first, you guys will have a meal. as many courses as you want, Alcina will personally ensure the staff cater to your every want and need. plenty of wine provided alongside of course.

-> then, you’ll go for a stroll together. Alcina prefers late evening/night walks - especially when with you, so it always makes for a perfect combination.

-> date nights with Alcina consist of her reminding you how much she loves you. sometimes Alcina can struggle with verbally expressing how much she cares for you, and so date nights provide the perfect opportunity for her to open up and express her feelings to you.

-> “my heart is yours, draga mea.” she says, as she presses your palm to her chest, so you can feel how much it’s beating for you.

BELA

-> date nights with Bela are ALWAYS beyond thoughtful.

-> I reckon they’re a very regular experience for the pair of you, perhaps even more than with Alci - I’d estimate between once or twice a week the pair of you treat yourself to a date night.

-> Bela will decorate your bedroom to the NINES. roses will adorn the bed, champagne on ice on standby, with the most romantic and caring notes ever written laying around for you to find.

-> in the colder months, date nights are mostly confined to the walls of the castle. although occasionally the pair of you will take a trip to a nearby cabin and spend a weekend there. taking time for yourselves, away from prying eyes, just you and Bela in a cozy little cabin in front of a massive roaring fireplace.

-> (Is this a good time to mention Bela’s a massive fan of fireplace sex?)

-> in contrast, the summer months bring with them better temperatures. allowing Bela to venture outside the castle for longer. during these months, Bela loves a picnic date with you under the stars. feeding you strawberries, whilst kissing you softly and whispering how much she loves you, all underneath a gorgeous sky of stars? sign her up.

-> “your smile would make even the brightest of these stars pale in comparison, my love.”

CASSANDRA

-> lmao

-> date nights with Cassandra are, put simply, competitive.

-> I reckon you and Cassandra don’t have date nights as much as the others, simply because I think you’re stuck like glue to each other most of the time anyway, so time spent together isn’t needed as much- but they’re still regular enough, I’d say twice a month.

-> Cassandra loves an activity based date. the first date you guys ever went on she challenged you at knife throwing. you eventually talked her down to a chess match.

-> she DOES love challenging you to some archery though, or darts.

-> you and Cassandra are best friends, and this really shows during your date nights.

-> you’re favourite thing to do is embarrass her with cheesy chat up lines and watch the way she grimaces.

-> “pfft, that’s the best you can do? you need to work on your aim, y/n.” “hm. funny enough, I think I scored pretty well when I bagged you.” “…. you’re lucky I love you l/n - because that’s… that was dreadful.”

-> date nights with Cassandra are massively intimate though. they’re a good way for her to show, through verbal or physical intimacy, just how much she cares for you.

-> Cassandra’s like her mother, she struggles with verbal declarations of love. And so when you’re softly dozing off to sleep beside her following a night spent together, she softly kisses your cheeks and whispers an “I love you.” It’s loud enough that she knows you had to have heard it, but quiet enough that it doesn’t stir you much from your sleep. your smile is the only response she needs. the pair of you fall asleep with your foreheads resting against each other.

-> it’s beautiful.

DANIELA

-> aghhhh Dani!

-> I just know a date night with Daniela would be the sweetest thing.

-> Daniela and you would have date nights the most, I reckon at least three or four times a week - though once Daniela managed to make it so that you guys had a date night every night of the week.

-> Daniela is hugely physically affectionate, so she’s always peppering you with kisses throughout the night. Starting the night off with a massage, trailing kisses along your neck and shoulders as she kneads your stress away.

-> i don’t think a date night with Dani follows any specific formula, though it always starts with a massage. after that the night can truly go anywhere. though it will ALWAYS consist of Daniela telling you how much she loves you. Hundreds of times.

-> I do think Daniela loves bathing with you on a date night, though. something about the thought of you guys washing each other is so intimate to her. she would relax into your embrace in the bathtub, leaning against you and letting all her stresses fade away.

-> plus, you and Dani in a bathtub? I don’t think it takes a genius to figure out that lends itself to some… less than wholesome opportunities.

-> later that night, the pair of you would lay in bed, Daniela running her fingers through your hair as you lie against her chest - whispering “I love you’s” and promises of your future together in your ear softly.

-> I also reckon Daniela would be the sweetest in terms of always making sure she “asks” you on these date nights in the most extravagant ways. just picture several love letters arriving at your bedroom door addressed “to my love” and asking you to spend the night with her.

-> you always agree. Daniela’s the sweetest girlfriend you could ever ask for.

[aardvaark]

the librarians "and the disenchanted forest" watch through:

i think making them three all have to fight for the librarian role is more likely to induce a fight than letting them peacefully coexist as they have been doing for the last few years.

wait so immortals don't sleep or eat (at least they don't have to)? i think not sleeping would kill me. like even though i would presumably feel awake i would still want to have a nap.

summer camp always reminds me of the parent trap. it's not a thing where i live so i always see it as more of a movie trope than a thing that exists irl lol

"letters e-l-u-b" me: lube? "blue! the blue cabin" oh um right yeah

jacob gets his love interest too <3

ohhh she knows too much!! that makes sense though, they had to eventually come across someone who knew too much about the library/DOSA/magic in general. wait til she makes the library-libris connection

cassandra has no poker face lol. im happy shes enjoying this so much.

i gotta admit seeing jacob in the tree freaked me out a little & for a second i was worried they were leaving him there lol

[pappydaddy]

perfect strangers i (n.g.)

this is cut off right before it gets dark. not proofread.

warnings, synopsis, etc listened in the series discretion linked here

warnings: gun is prominent in this fic | manipulation | lying | betrayal | shock | catatonic state | dead body | death | being hunted | almost dying | shooting/shots fired | panic | police interactions with reader | reader being arrested | arresting scene not being realistic bc i did not want to write it how American police would handle it

this is a very dark fic, reader’s discretion is advised. please, if you do not think you can handle this level of darkness, stop reading immediately. also, if you feel uncomfortable/triggered/etc. stop reading immediately!! your mental health and safety is more important than reading a fic!

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- not my gif -

Camp. It was Y/N’s favourite time of the summer. It was like a giant sleepover. Of course, she wasn’t too much of a fan of having to spend this time with Sunnyvalers, but there was really no way to prevent that from happening. However, there was one Sunnyvale occupant that Y/N did not mind. Nick Goode. Nick, the son of the Sheriff who overlooked both Sunnyvale and Shadyside, was Y/N’s boyfriend - secret boyfriend. It was secret for good reasons too, if news broke that someone from Sunnyvale and someone from Shadyside was dating, they would both be shunned. 

  Y/N was okay with it, it was how it had to be until they were able to get out of the politics of high school, but sometimes, she just wished he would get over his Sunnyvale pride and admit that he liked her. It was different for him. Surviving in Shadyside was a group effort. Y/N couldn’t be the one to out their relationship, she would be a goner socially and actually. With all the murders that happen in Shadyside, you had to have a group of friends, it was impossible to survive without one. The people in Sunnyvale lived perfectly happy and safe lives. They were rich and they didn’t have a high rate of murder. Nick could easily come forward about his love for Y/N and not reap the horrible consequences Y/N would. 

  “Hey, stop snooping around here, Shadysider,” A sneer of a Sunnyvale camper hissed from the porch of a cabin. Y/N, simply walking by on her way to the mess hall, glared at the blonde girl from the corner of her eye, continuing past. “If I find a single on of my things missing, you don’t have to worry about Shadyside murderers coming after you - I’ll finish you off.” She threw the blatant threat like a fireball at Y/N, making the girl stop in her tracks. 

  “Is that so, Cassandra,” Y/N hummed, sauntering towards the steps of the porch. Of course, even at sleepaway camp, the Sunnyvale campers had to have the newly renovated cabins - only the best for them. Cassandra stood her ground, standing from the wooden bench she had been painting her fingernails on, the brush falling back into the bottle of ruby red nail polish perfectly. “You think you could take a Shadysider,” She taunted with a cock of her head as she stepped up onto the stairs. Cassandra stayed silent, a hard glare fixed on her face as she loomed over the flight of stairs Y/N was climbing, her arms crossed. “Guess what, Cassandra,” Y/N narrowed her eyes, stopping at the last step before the one Cassandra stood on. “Your threats mean nothing to me.” She whispered, the two girls locked in an intense stare off, trying to intimidate each other.

  “I think they should, I’m always going to have the upperhand when it comes to you. It’s how the world works, L/N,” Cassandra smiled sweetly at the girl, a condescending tone lacing her voice. “It’s how the world works - Sunnyvale over Shadyside.” With that, Cassandra’s palms flew up quickly, pressing against Y/N’s shoulders. With a shove, Y/N was teetering back, her arms flailing as she tried to keep her balance on the step. Her heart sank down to her feet, knowing exactly what was going to happen. A flash of white hot panic filled her, her eyes widening when she realised she was actively falling right now. 

  Pushing with her feet, Y/N avoided hitting the rest of the stairs on the way down, but she ended up falling flat on her back - right on the dirt pathway she had been walking on before Cassandra started the scuffle. Her body was rid of it’s breath, a gasp falling from her lips at the impact. For a second, Y/N could feel or hear anything, only seeing the light blue sky with the fluffy white clouds drifting along it, a cloud of dust and dirt blooming up around her - disturbed from her fall. With a full body cough that sent her body rippling over the dirt, Y/N’s senses returned. “Hey! What is going on here?” The voice of the very guy Y/N held on a pedestal. 

  Pushing herself up to sit, Y/N groaned, her eyes closing as her back screamed in pain. A stampede of footsteps were running towards the two, the Shadysiders crouching around Y/N and the Sunnyvalers clustering around Cassandra, glares being thrown either way. There, in the middle stood the brunette Nick Goode in all his nerdy but cute glory. Beside him was a blonde counsellor, Kurt. They were both counsellors for camp this year, meaning the Sunnyvale campers were invincible - with the Sheriff kid and one of Goode's closest family friends being counsellors, they got off with everything. Opening her eyes, Y/N saw Ziggy (her best friend) beside her, her hand rubbing Y/N’s back soothingly as she glared at Cassandra.

  “She started it,” Cassandra pointed to the weakened Y/N, playing the role of the victim perfectly. “I was just trying to paint my nails and all of a sudden she was running her mouth like a true Shadysider. I had to push her off the stairs, I feared for my safety! You never know with these Shadysiders!” 

  “Oh, that’s a load of shit! I was headed to the Mess Hall to gather my campers so I could give them their capture the flag shirts and she started to run her spoiled little mouth, getting her into something she wasn’t going to win.” Y/N recounted, pushing herself off the ground fully, Ziggy standing up with her. 

  Cassandra scoffed. “Why would I willingly converse with a piece of Shadyside trash-”

  “Cassandra, enough,” Kurt cut her off even though everyone knew he didn’t want to, but Kurt wasn’t dumb - the Shadysiders far outnumbered the Sunnyvalers in this little group, even with two consellours, it was an unfair fight. “Y/N, you’re a counsellor now, you can’t pick fights with the campers, I have to write you up.” With that, Kurt left, walking off towards the office to write her up. 

  Rolling her eyes, Y/N ignored this. Being written up was nothing, they never did anything about them, the camp needed counsellors like crazy, they weren’t going to turn Y/N away next year. Letting her eyes trail over to Nick, she hoped that he would take her side in this. He knew that she didn’t like to start shit, she liked to keep her head down and carry on with her life - especially when it came to dealing with Sunnyvale people.

  She felt a bit of hope as Nick’s dark eyes scanned her over before meeting her eyes. For a split second, Y/N felt hope that he would side with her. But it all came crashing down when he turned on his heel, facing Cassandra. Of course he wouldn’t defend her. He was a Goode, he couldn’t be seen defending a Shadysider. “You go in your cabin, take the night to calm down, okay, Cassandra? I’ll bring you your meals.” With that, Cassandra let out an evil smirk, eyes dancing in victory as she looked at Y/N. 

  Rolling her eyes, Y/N glared at the back of Nick’s head. Ziggy, watching her actions closely, let her eyes flick between her older best friend and the Sunnyvaler who was oblivious to Y/N’s glare and movement. Before Nick could whirl around to talk to her, Y/N wiped the bit of dirt on her cheek off, her eyes heavy on Nick’s form before she sauntered off towards the mess hall as she originally intended, Ziggy scrambling after her as the wheels in her head turned. 

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  “Hey, Y/N,” Y/N heard her name as she looked over the sheet of where her campers were to be stationed during the game. Looking up from the list, she saw Nick weaving his way through the organised crowd, heading right for her group of campers. Ignoring him, she let her eyes fall back to the paper, but Nick didn’t get the hint. “Hey, we haven’t talked in the last few days, not since the incident.” Nick observed with an awkward scratching of the back of his neck. 

  “Wow, Goode,” Y/N drawled, lifting her eyes from the paper to glare at him. “With those keen observational skills, you’re sure to be Sheriff one day. Just like you’ve always dreamed.” She snapped sarcastically, looking back down at the paper, tilting the clipboard away from him as she pretended to write stuff on it. From the corner of her eye, she saw Nick wince, nodding as if he understood why she snapped at him. 

  “I get it, you’re upset with me, but-” He cut himself off. Even with his voice barely a whisper between them, the ever so youthful ears of Y/N’s campers had picked it up easily, evident by the way they were listening intently. Shocked at the campers eavesdropping, Nick let his eyes flick over the small group before looking pleadingly at Y/N. “Could we talk over there for a second?” He asked, nodding a few feet away from the crowd. 

  Y/N really didn’t want to, but she knew that Nick wouldn’t leave her alone until she let him talk. “Fine, but you only have a minute. I need to give these kids their placements and jobs for the game.” She gave in, tucking the clipboard under her arm, following the slightly taller boy. Stopping just far enough away so that nobody could hear their discussion, he gave a quick glance around, making sure nobody was around. 

  “I’m sorry for what happened, but you are a counsellor now, you can’t go picking fights with Sunnyvale people at camp, especially not campers.” Nick started off, Y/N’s jaw dropping as he placed all the blame on her. 

  “You still think I started that fight,” She asked, gesturing to herself with her hand. Hurt and betrayal were at the surface of her voice, unbelieving that her own boyfriend would assume she stirred the pot. “You should know me better than that, Goode. We’ve been dating for a year and you think I would pick a fight with a Sunnyvaler? A fight I know that I’ll be punished for?” She questioned. 

  “Cassandra said you started it and if you didn’t want to get in trouble, why did you climb the stairs to her?” Nick accused, his eyes narrowing at her comments, offence written on his face. Of course he knew her. She was his girlfriend after all. 

  Y/N scoffed, her eyes rolling so sharply and quickly that Nick thought they would pop right out of her sockets. “Of course Cassandra would say I started it, it’s a Sunnyvaler’s word over a Sahdysider’s,” She paused, eyes looking back at him, dead in the eyes. “And I climbed those stairs because if I am going to get blamed for something, might as well make it worth it, but-” She paused, glared hardening on Nick making him visibly gulp. “I thought that no matter how much trouble I got into, my boyfriend would think I was innocent. Even if he couldn’t show it, at least he wouldn’t side with the one who actually did start it.” 

  “Y/N-” 

  “No, Nick,” She stopped him before he could continue, his voice thick with indifference. She had no idea what he was about to say, but in case he was about to say something that would break her, she couldn’t allow him to continue, not when she had to make sure kids were safe. The Sunnyvalers played dirty during capture the flag, she needed to stay focused on the kids. “I can’t do this right now. Just leave me alone until after the game.”    With that, she turned around, once again leaving Nick standing there. This time, she could feel his eyes watching her retreating back as she walked back to her campers, immediately giving out their positions. “Looks like you guys all have the most important jobs, you all have to watch for Sunnyvale people trying to steal our flag,” Y/N announced, ignoring the burning of Nick’s eyes on her. “We’re defending this time and, lucky for you guys, I was the best defensive player when I was a camper. I have just the plan.”

[luckyxcharm]

PART 1

1.) "You don't have to be crazy to camp with us we can train you." W ~ Mayor Edwards 2.) "Life rocks when your home rolls." T ~ Hunter 3.) "Either you like camping or you are wrong." BB ~ Ryker 4.) "I sleep around." N ~ Elliot 5.) "Where you spend a small fortune to live like you're homeless." B ~ Alexis 6.) "Life is fine with camping and wine." Y ~ Peyton 7.) "What happens around the campfire gets laughed at all year." X ~ Melanie 8.) "This is how we roll." Q ~ Fiona 9.) "Life is more beautiful when you go camping." FF ~ Vanessa 10.) "Once a camper always a camper." J ~ Chase 11.) "WTF - Where's the flashlight." L ~ Daphne 12.) "Camping is where friends and marshmallows get toasted at the same time." EE ~ Teagan 13.) "Just another wine drinker with a camping problem." F ~ Bowie 14.) "I don't need therapy I just need camping." G ~ Calla 15.) "Campfire drinking whiskey team." CC ~ Scott 16.) "We are more than just camping friends, we are like a really small gang." P ~ Finn 17.) "Queen of the camper." D ~ Astrid 18.) "I don't always drink when I'm camping, oh wait, yes I do." V ~ Maverick 19.) "RV there yet?" R ~ Grace 20.) "I tried to be good but then the bonfire was lit and there was beer." M ~ Dodge 21.) "What happens at camp stays at camp." E ~ Aurora 22.) "You're never too old to play outside." C ~ Alice 23.) "I camp because punching people is frowned upon." DD ~ Sheriff Stanton 24.) "Camp more, work less." AA ~ Raleigh 25.) "I'd rather be camping." I ~ Catherine 26.) "Camping is my happy place." U ~ Katherina 27.) "Making memories one campsite at a time." S ~ Harlow 28.) "Campfires get me hot." GG ~ Zachary 29.) "Weekend forecast, camping with a chance of drinking." O ~ Ezekiel 30.) "Making s'more memories." Z ~ Presley 31. ) "Don't come knocking if the camper is rocking." H ~ Cassandra 32.) "It's all fun and games until someone loses a wiener." K ~ Damien 33.) "Happy Glamper." A ~ Adah

CAMPING THIS OR THAT

1.) Fishing or Hiking 2.) Hot springs or Cold Lake 3.) Sunrise or Sunset 4.) Family or Friends 5.) Stargazing or birdwatching 6.) Camp days or Camp nights 7.) Chocolate or Marshmallows 8.) Start a fire or Pitch a tent 9.) Coffee or Hot chocolate 10.) Spring or Fall 11.) Scary stories or Play games 12.) Beach or Mountains 13.) Cabin or Tent 14.) Campground or Deep in the woods 15.) Roast marshmallows or Grill hamburgers 16.) A long walk or Short climb 17.) Flashlights or Candles 18.) Sleep in late or Go to bed early 19.) Cornhole or Cards 20.) S'mores or Pie 21.) Boots or Barefoot 22.) Portable potty or Behind a tree 23.) Camping or Glamping 24.) Bear or Mountain Lion 25.) Campfire food or Sneak in takeout

[andrastesflamingknickers]

You Don't Adopt The Dog, The Dog Adopts You

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Cian really didn’t see what the problem was. The Hinterlands were great!

Sure, the area had room to improve. It could certainly stand to be less on fire and ravaged by the templar-mage war as they killed each other and anyone who crossed their paths and looked at them wrong. But looking past all the bloodshed and carnage, Cian was sure that the Hinterlands were a lovely place when not used as a battlefield for two unhinged and powerful powerhouse groups.

It was packed with green fields and thick trees, plenty of hills and rocky outcrops, and so many streams that formed ideal places to stop and rest at. Really, it was just an incredibly nice place.

Even though his travel companions complained and griped about the area seemingly nonstop, Cian was perfectly content to linger in the Hinterlands for as long as they could, even after they had reached Mother Giselle and sent her on her way to Haven with an entourage of Inquisition soldiers. She had given them the next advisable step to take before she had left—to go to Val Royeaux—and their main reason to be in the Hinterlands was technically complete.

And yet, Cian remained.

Cassandra was not subtle in her displeasure as Cian continued to keep them in the Hinterlands, travelling from one Inquisition camp to the next, but she made no attempt to stop him. Yes, he was trying to hold off on going to Val Royeaux for as long as possible, because he just did not see a point to go. Even if they took the Imperial Highway and traveled with mounts, it would still take over a month for what would effectively just be them popping in to say hello and immediately being yelled at by Chantry ladies for existing, maybe even being chased out of the city because Cian was fairly sure they still thought him responsible for the Divines death and the terrifying green hole in the sky.

Considering all of that, Cian really didn’t see it as worth the time or cost.

But it wasn’t as if he was just mindlessly procrastinating. There was plenty of important things to do in the Hinterlands! And! Cullen and Josephine both did advise him to seek out opportunities to expand the Inquisitions influence in the area. He couldn’t well do that if he wasn’t in the area, now could he?

Besides, between the rifts and the war, he couldn’t in good conscious just up and leave everyone to fend for themselves. He’d head back to Haven once he was sure the Inquisition had more hold over the area.

For several days they spend the daylight hours wandering the land, exploring, and fighting when they were unable to avoid it, fighting both mages and Templars who thought them on the side of the other. The nights were spent beneath the stars, taking shifts to keep watch, a low fire in the center to provide light and warmth. And Cian liked that. He was far more used to sleeping out beneath an open sky than he was sleeping in cabins and buildings.

They were about a day out from Lake Luthias, and had already managed to seal four rifts since reaching the Hinterlands. Bonus; it left him less ragged and in agony with each rift—he was still tired after each one, and his body still felt like it’d been turned into a bears chew toy. But it was progress.

Personally, Cian saw that as a victory!

With a somewhat brisk pace, Cian led their small ragtag world-saving group through the trees and across a narrow creak, carefully stepping over twisted roots and fallen branches. This was his element. Exploring the wilderness, navigating dense forests and fields. This was terrain he was far more at ease in than in Haven—cold, cramped, and full of humans.

He stayed ahead of the group, always far enough ahead where he could scout for oncoming dangers and threats, never too far ahead that Cassandra might lose her head thinking he ran off.

“Did you truly believe the conclave could achieve peace, Cassandra?” Solas asked, his soothing voice behind Cian, bushes rustling as the rest of the group followed his lead. His staff was held and used like a walking stick, pushing away branches and shrubs and helping him as he walked up steeper inclines. Not that pretending it was anything but what it was did much to aid them. The few groups of Templars they had crossed paths with were the attack first, ask questions never sort. If they so much as suspected for a fraction of a second that they had a mage among them—it was on sight.

Of course, the Templars weren’t wrong, so really, Cian had to give them credit for always clocking Solas as a mage the moment they laid eyes on him, even if it was less of actually being able to tell and more a result of bloodlust and paranoia.

Cassandra sighed, and it was impressive that her armor didn’t slow her down, though it threw out any options of stealth with the way it clinked and clanked. “I had hope,” she answered. “We all did.”

“The Templars went to war to force the mages back into their circles, which the mages would never agree to,” Solas reminded gently, his voice patient, far from accusing. “What solution could Divine Justinia have offered when all sides so fervently rejected compromise?”

It was a good point, Cian thought to himself as he used one of his daggers to cut aside a low hanging branch, keeping his steps light and quiet with each step across grass and dirt.

“The war was going nowhere for either side,” Cassandra answered, and he heard the familiar metallic tapping of bush twigs scraping against her greaves. “That they went at all showed that they realized this. That they were willing to at least listen and could be urged to find peace.”

“Of they believed the other side would relent.”

Behind him, Cassandra sighed once more. “We shall never know, now.”

Cian frowned at that, but kept moving, leaving his companions to chat and whisper among themselves as he diverted his full attention to their surroundings once more. He would be more than happy to gossip and all that when they made camp at dusk, but for now it would be best if he remained undistracted, so that he could ensure they were not ambushed by man or beast.

Especially since the others were making themselves obvious targets with their absolute lack of understanding stealth. Really, would it have killed them to be quieter? Lovely scenery aside, they were still in an active warzone and no allies on either side.

As a result, the moment he heard rustling in the bushes ahead of them, he raised his hand to signal the others to stay still and quiet. Once the three behind him did as instructed, Cian crept forward, scampered along a fallen log that was propped up on another bent tree, he drew his daggers and watched in wait for whatever was approaching, every muscle in his body tensed, prepared to jump, and strike from above.

The bushes bent and crushed as a pair of rams ran through them, bleating as they went. He watched as Varric scrambled back just to avoid being trampled on as the two beasts kept running. That, Cian noted, wasn’t normal. They were running from something.

And so, he did not relax, not as he drew further up his fallen tree trunk, not as he eventually jumped down and followed where the rams came from.

His questions and wonders were answered quickly enough by the low whimpers and whines, and the thick scent of blood that hung in the air past the bushes, leading the small group to a small clearing.

There in the center was a large dog, it’s hind leg bloodied and trapped within the metal fangs of a steel jaw trap.

“Oh,” Cassandra breathed from behind him. “The poor creature.”

“It’s a mabari,” Varric said, and Cian was grateful, he’d ever seen a dog quite that big or broad before. “It’s still young by the looks of it, not full grown,” the dwarf continued, causing him to falter. Because the dog already looked like it was almost as big as Varric, it being even bigger was a frightening thought.

The dog watched them, growling lowly before breaking into another whimper from what Cian could only imagine was unbearable pain. It was heartbreaking to see and to hear.

He sheathed one of the daggers, left the other free in his hand as he approached the dog. “Hey there, buddy,” Cian whispered. The dog growled in warning as he lowered himself to a knee right in front of the animal.

“Careful, Lucky,” Varric warned. “Those things are pretty dangerous. Back in Kirkwall, we had one in our group, and the guy just about tore a man’s arm off with ease, and this arm was a barrel of muscle compared to your twig of a limb.”

“Not to mention you retaining your hand is more than a little important,” Solas piped up, and Cian almost didn’t notice how the mage kept further back from the dog than the rest of them. Almost. He just shoved that little detail in the mental file of My Companions Weird Traits to be looked over never, and focused his attention back onto the dog.

The dog growled when he drew closer, and Cian offered a smile. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. I’m here to help,” he said softly, keeping his hand out to the mabari and waiting, staying still and calm. He was never as good with the animals as others in his clan had been, better at hunting them, sure, but not so much at being buddies with them. But he did learn a few things from Renan and Athriel, and maybe that would be good enough.

The dog cautiously sniffed his hand before lowering his head with a whine.

Taking that as his cue, Cian shuffled closer and examined the trap. It was insanely rusty, which made him fear for the dog getting sick even after it’s leg was freed, but other than that it wasn’t an overly complicated trap by any means. Simple springs, coils, and levers. He could work with that.

Finding the two compress levers on either side of the rusty, bloodied jaws, Cian pressed down on them with all his strength and—nothing. No give. No shift. The dog shuffled and cried, and Cian set his jaw. “Okay, maybe I’ve just got noodles for arms and that’s why,” he muttered before smiling at the dog and running his fingers through it’s short, wrinkly pelt. “Don’t worry, buddy, I’m not giving up. We’ll get you out.”

Plan B, then.

He shifted so he was almost straddling the trap and paw, resting his knees on the levers, letting his weight press down on it instead. The jaws creaked and opened just a little—and now Cian could understand the problem was, the trap was so rusted and old, the lever’s were almost completely useless. It wouldn’t matter how much presser he put on them, he doubted the levers alone would open the jaws up any further than the little that it already had. So, that meant there was only one logical thing left to do to open the trap up.

“Be careful,” Cassandra said, stepping forward the moment Cian shoved his hands in between the rusty iron teeth, but he ignored her as he grabbed hold of the jaws and slowly pried them open.

The metal dug into his palms, and he felt the sting and ache followed by a wet, warm drip down his flesh. He ignored it and continued to push.

It took a while, the jaws were stubborn and stuck, but he eventually managed to open the metal trap wide enough for the mabari to pull his leg back with a whimper and a limp. Cian smiled in relief and slowly let the trap jaws shut until the levers left them open enough for him to slip his aching hands back out.

“Well, would you look at that,” Varric hummed, already pulling bandages and a wound cleanser from his bag to treat the dog as Cian worked to dismantle the trap so it wouldn’t happen again. “You got him free, good job, hero.”

With a sheepish laugh, Cian finished wrenching the last piece off, tossing the rusty parts into a pouch on his satchel so they couldn’t be put back on and triggered. “Just doing my Maker-given duty of helping people, I suppose,” he joked back as he watched the dwarf tend to the dogs leg.

The mabari was notably calmer. Sitting still as Varric worked on him, and once he was done and backed away, the dog remained sitting, watching them.

Smiling, Cian reached back into his satchel and retrieved a piece of jerky, tossing it to the dog. “A treat. For being so patient with us as we worked to get you out,” he said, reaching out as the dog started eating the meat up to pet him, running his hand along the wrinkly, loose skin. What a silly looking dog, Cian thought. Absolutely nothing like the small, lithe coursers the clans kept.

“There is very little that is quite so Ferelden as a mabari war hound,” Cassandra mused as she knelt down beside him, offering a gloved hand to the canine. With the jerky gone, the dog raised his head to sniff and lick the new hand, before snapping his jaws to gnaw on the metal of the gauntlet. She had a small, but soft, smile as the dog did so. “I wonder if it’s master is around.”

Cian continued to pet the dog, even as it tried to use Cassandra’s glove as a chew toy. “Master?” he asked, and wanted to slap himself immediately for saying it. Of course, a tamed dog would have a master, why was he even asking something so stupid?

But Cassandra paid his fumble no mind. “Mabari are incredibly intelligent, more so than any other dog. They are also fiercely loyal to their masters, or so I’ve heard,” she explained before pulling her hand back, earning a pitiful whine from the hound when it’s toy was taken. “I’ve seen very few mabari in person, and I’ve interacted with even less.”

“Hawke had a mabari,” Varric added with a wry grin as he packed up the medical supplies. “Dancer, she called him. The friendliest dog you’ve ever met when it came to the gang and family. But anyone that wasn’t buddies with her? Well—they’re war hounds for a reason. She took him with us on the Wounded Coast one time, and I swear that dog just about mauled a Tal-Vashoth to death without getting a scratch on himself.”

That was quite the mental image. He’d seen the Qunari before, from afar and only briefly, and they were massive beings of pure muscle. To imagine his little buddy right here to be able to defeat one with such ease? Well, now he was starting to wonder if there was more to the Dread Wolf’s aversion to dogs in the stories than just losing his tail to one.

Solas tapped his foot impatiently, and Cian realized he was the only one in their small group that had kept a distance to the dog. “Da’len,” he began, a faint scowl on his expression as he looked at the dog. “We should keep going if we still wish to make it to Lake Luthias by tomorrow, and it would be unwise to try to travel in the dark, with so many threats currently surrounding us.”

He had a point, Cian conceded.

“Well, little buddy, we’ve got to keep going,” Cian said, pushing himself back to his feet and offering the dog one last pet. “It was nice meeting you, but you should go find your owner and home. Try to avoid stumbling into any other traps, okay?”

The mabari tilted his head and barked, and Cian took that as affirmation. Still, something in his stomach twisted. Guilt, he supposed. This was a very dangerous place, and a part of him felt bad for just leaving a wounded dog to fend for itself. Sighing, he pulled out more bits of jerky from his satchel and offered it to the dog. “Here, so you don’t get yourself too hungry, though I’m sure you can hunt just fine on your own.”

They left the mabari there, happily chomping away on bits of dried jerky, as they continued their hike through the Hinterlands wilderness to reach Lake Luthias, the silence filled with boots on the earth, and of Varric telling of his exploits with Hawke—the theme now having shifted to adventures involving her own mabari.

Cian listened intently, though he made sure his attention was also affixed on their surroundings. They didn’t run into too much trouble beyond a couple of wolves that attacked them. By the time dusk had settled, they had managed to make camp in the shelter of a shallow cave.

They had a low fire to provide light and warmth, and cooking over it were the two rabbits that Cian had caught. Their dinner for the day that would go along with a small helping of wild berries plucked from a couple of bushes that were outside the cave.

Unseasoned, the cooked meat didn’t have the greatest smell as it cooked, but after a long day of walking, it was still a mouthwatering aroma.

It was a rather peaceful evening as they mended their equipment and rested their weary legs, the night quiet save for the song of birds, the gentle crackle of the fire, and the rustle of branches in the breeze. Or so, it was until the peace was broken by loud, loud barking.

Solas cursed under his tongue as the mabari from earlier ran to them from the cover of the trees and bushes, barking and howling, pounding his massive front paws to the earth. “Why did it follow us?”

His complaint was ignored as Cian drew to the dog, hands out in a placating manner. “Hey, buddy, what’s the matter?” he asked, and the dog turned on heel, facing the direction he came from and growling lowly. Cian followed his gaze, heard the snapping of twigs and the quiet, yet familiar, sound of metal on metal.

Immediately he withdrew a smaller dagger from his hip, his main weapons still by his pack in the cave. “We’ve got visitors,” he warned, just as an arrow flew by. It nicked him in the ear, but otherwise missed and crumpled when it struck the stone of the cave, but had struck enough to draw blood.

Several humans lumbered into the light of the fire, dressed in mismatched armor and equipment, clearly ransacked from fallen soldiers. Bandits.

Cian didn’t wait to find out if they were here to exchange pleasantries. With a cry of war, he leapt towards the closest one, his companions following suit with swords and arrows and magic flying about as the bandits retaliated. They had likely thought he and his group were simple travelers, that they wouldn’t be much of a fight. Easy pickings.

If that was what they had thought, they would have realized immediately how wrong they were.

They were barely outnumbered, and ill-prepared for a fight, and yet nevertheless the battle was over in minutes, over and done before the blood could even start pumping in his veins. It was almost disappointing, really.

Wiping his knife clean of blood, he felt the mabari press it’s head to his leg, a gentle bump that was still strong enough to nearly topple Cian over. But he remained standing, and looked down at the dog, butt wiggling, open-mouth panting, and looking incredibly happy with what had happened.

He couldn’t help but to laugh a little. “Thanks, buddy,” Cian said, sheathing his knife and dropping to his knee so he could cup the dogs face between his hands and just start rubbing and shaking him. “You really saved our hides, giving us that warning and all. What a good boy you are.” As he cooed, he couldn’t help but wonder if the dog had been following them this whole time.

Varric laughed at the sight as he rifled through one of the bandit’s pockets for anything of value. Great minds think alike, Cian supposed. Why leave trinkets and weapons on the dead when they could take them and use them? Not like the bandits were going to be making any use of them anymore, and is it really theft when it’s stolen from a thief? Before Cian could go too deep in those lines of thoughts, the dwarf spoke with another laugh. “I think the dog’s taken a liking to you.”

He raised a brow, looking from Varric and to the dog. “Oh?” Cian asked, feeling his lips twist into a grin. “Is he telling the truth, did you grow fond of me? I suppose there is no better bonding experience than a steel jaw trap. Do you want to come with us?”

The dog barked happily, and just about knocked Cian to the ground as it leapt at him again, giving him slobbering kisses.

Solas groaned, and remained a good distance away from the dog just as before. “Please think this through carefully,” he stressed, looking at the dog like he was midwife look a roach. “Do we really have the means to take care of a dog as we travel? Let’s just leave it with one of the soldiers at a camp, or one of the refugees at the Crossings, or—”

The dog barked and growled, and Solas flinched back so quickly that it was kind of laughable.

“Do you not like dogs, Solas?” Cassandra asked as she returned her sword and shield to her belongings.

The man gave a huff, crossing his arms over his chest and refused to look at the mabari. “No, I do not,” he confirmed with a bit of a bite. “They are loud, slobbering creatures. They make a mess of things, and— oh, I could just go on about why they are so unpleasant.”

The mabari only growled some more at him.

Cian laughed, and calmed the dog with some more pets, running his hands across the thick, wrinkled skin. “Should I just start calling you Fen’Harel?” he asked playfully, his attention on the dog as those growls turned into happy panting.

“Excuse me?” Solas spluttered, and Cian supposed that was a reasonable response from his hahren, no one would want to be called the Dread Wolf, it was a positively…dreadful moniker to be dubbed.

Okay, Cian would admit that was an awful joke.

“You know the myths same as I—” he probably knew the myths even more intimately than Cian, what with his fade exploits and whatnot. “The Dread Wolf loathes and fears dogs after losing his tail to one. You’re so hostile about our buddy here, that one might think it was you who lost a tail.”

Solas’ face twisted into something sour, “I’m not—I don’t fear dogs,” he argued before throwing his hand up into the air. “Just, nevermind. Keep the blasted beast if you must, just keep it away from me and mine.”

That was reasonable.

Turning back to the mabari, Cian grinned. “You know, I always wanted a dog of my own. So maybe this is a bit of fate finally giving me a puppy—not that you’re really a puppy anymore. Still as cute as one, for sure,” he cooed, and the dog continued to bark, butt wiggling in joy. “You’re going to need a name, now aren’t you?”

“You should name him Fen’Harel,” Varric offered with a playful smirk that only grew at Solas’ evident discomfort at the idea. “As a bit of a joke.”

It was tempting, but ultimately a no. Cassandra suggested, surprisingly enough, Barkspawn, and had defended that choice, citing that it was a common name among dogs back in Nevarra. Cian had his doubts, but he also had no evidence to contradict it, and so that was left alone.

Solas had, unhelpfully, said to just call it dog. Uncreative. Terrible. And cemented that Cian would never go to his fellow elf for naming advice again.

Eventually, Cian did decide on a name, one he was quite proud of as he sat on the cave floor, the dog stretched out across his legs, pinning him to the ground. “Buddy,” he decided, running his hand along the dogs back. He’d already been calling the dog his little buddy, so the name felt like it had already stuck. “You’ll be my little Buddy, how’s that sound?”

Buddy barked, twisted and rolled until he could reach Cian’s face to give him another slobbering kiss. His way of showing his approval.

So, it was decided. Buddy was his name, the newest member of their little band of heroes.

[jiabeewrites]

BOOM BABES THERE ARE MORE BECAUSE I NEED TO RANT:

X-Men:

Aurora Moon AKA Aura, who's mutation allows her to see people's "auras" (she can see what kind of person you are, a bit of your past and a bit of what you're feeling)

DC X MARVEL:

Agent Delilah Kyle, formerly Juliana Todd. She used to be the vigilante Black Bat before her brother died. She then handed it over to Cassandra, changed her name, and joined the SHEILD Ops academy.

From my applyfic, which can be found here:

Deylin Wayne AKA Black Bat (later Dusk), Bruce's probably adopted younger sibling and the Young Justice team's den mother. (s1) Alyona Maximoff AKA Supernova, the youngest Maximoff triplet and a member of YJ. Alaisa Stark AKA Iron Angel, Tony's younger sister and an astronomer. She got dragged into the family business when her brother was busy creating another element. Thomas Stark-Strange AKA Iron Soldier, the youngest of the Stark Trio™ and is married to Stephen Strange. He's an army vet and the no-nonsense one of the family. Callisto Stark-Strange AKA Galileo, Stephen and Thomas' daughter. She's a little strange but it's her genes, if you catch my drift.

the Pjo x Marvel which i will re-elaborate on and eventually write because eyyyy fanfiction! (to the tune of macarena):

Maria "Mari" Stark, daughter (AFAB) of Eros and Tony Stark. She's first introduced at the start PJO as Annabeth's bestie, she's unclaimed and she's been unclaimed for years. (Tony knows who her other parent is and so does Mari but Eros is a dramatic bitch and also Psyche is mad at him so-) The instant Jason's prophecy is spoken, Mari is claimed and since the Aphrodite cabin is the closest thing to Eros, she gets put there, even though she's more like a cousing to the 'dite kids. From then on she's one of the eight in the prophecy, yada yada, lets move on. (exter info: eighteen, female, she/her, omnisexual, sassy as fuck, persassy and mari sass battles, she really is her father's daughter, peter is her bby brother, dating annabeth and percy, tony now has to give 2x the dad talks)

Rebecca "Beck" Barnes, daughter (AFAB) of Venus and Bucky Barnes. Venus is being an overdramatic bitch after another of her many breakups with Ares/Mars/whotfcares, and eventually finds her way at a Stark party. Which, unfortunately for Bucky, also has Thor attending. Both they and Venus drink the Asgardian alcohol, and a few paragraphs of nonexistent smut that I will never write, Beck is created or something. (I should note that Venus is...maybe 15% sober and Bucky is pretty much wasted so neither of them knew what they were doing.) Bucky doesn't speak of Beck's mom ever, leading to them getting into one of your cliche teenage/parent fights and Beck running away. And the tower, like the Argo II, is monster proof because Mari was living there. So Beck is sitting on a bench crying, because wtf-have-you-done-child-you're-in-an-unfamiliar-place-by-yourself-wtf. And to make things worse, monsters smell her prescence, she almost gets attacked, and then some demigods nearby save her and she goes to Camp Half-Blood (and then later Camp Jupiter, because romans duh). (exter info: sixteen, female???, she/her, biro ace, relationship status is single, steve is probable her other father but whatever, they/them bucky superiority)

Adelaide "Addy" Yelena Romanoff, formerly Clinton Alexei Romanoff, is the daughter (AMAB) of Athena and Natasha Romanoff. (Clint was sad when he realized that Nat's daughter wouldn't be named after him, and she said that was karma for Nathaniel not being Natasha.) She's the daughter that Nat never though she'd have. She's a lot younger than the others, but she's taken to camp really early on account of...being really freaking dangerous. Especially to people who deadname her. (exter info: eight, mtf, she/her, L clint, KNIVES, and donuts)

Rhea Lokidottir/son and Aster Lokichild, the two formerly being Vali and Narfi respectively, are the genderfluid/agender twins of Loki and Zeus. Olympus basically ignores them, but since they're Zeus' children and Loki's...Hera hates them but can't do anything for fear of starting a war with Asgard (and by extension, the Avengers). They've been around for a while, and they live apart. One spending six months with Loki on Midgard, the other spending six months with Sigyn on Vanaheim, and then they switch. (exter for rhea: very particular about pronouns, knifing soldiarity with addy, is called "V" by aster, is fifteen probably?, aromantic pansexual) (exter for aster: is not particular about pronouns, prefers swords but whatever, is called "Nar" by rhea, is maybe fifteen?, the older twin, panromantic asexual, dating peter parker i think.) (exter for both: only people who can deadname is each other, because its a weird inside joke to them, they are called opposites of each other for a reason, but its funny idk, um yeah ok thats it bye) Vienna Parker AKA Ghost-Spider, Peter's younger cousin and May's daughter. It's unclear who her father is, however, she's revealed to be a legacy of Athena. And Peter too, but whatever. She's got the same powers as her brother, and can turn invisible. (Exter: female, she/her, aroace, thirteen, basically peter's sister.)

Anyhoo, the whole premise of the fic above is that the gods are freakily good at sleeping with current or future avengers. which is slightly concerning, especially when those kids and their mortal parents start disappearing. whether this is a mythological threat or not is unclear, but the demigods must work with the newly assembled SHEILD to uncover the culprit.

ok i is done now bye

do u have any ocs? just wonderin

Why yes, anon, I do have ocs.

...

idk if you wanted to hear about them BUT YOU'RE GONNA HEAR ABOUT THEM ANYWAY:

(btw the crossover ocs are at the very end)

DC (which is mostly batfam but whatever):

Ruby Kyle, who you can read about here (she also has a fic!) Ashlynn Todd! Jason's twin, I don't have much lore behind her but she hates Bruce and basically left the family after Jason's death, and unlike her twin, never returned. She isn't considered part of the Batfam. Lilith Bleak, Klarion the Witch Boy's sister. Don't have much lore for her, but she dated Zatanna to piss off her brother.

MARVEL:

Camryn Barnes, she's a mulitversal variant of Clint and is the main character of my Artemis & Apollo duology. That I will totally get to. Nova Belova, also part of the Artemis & Apollo duology, they're a variant of Natasha. Alina Maximoff. Wanda and Pietro's triplet.

STAR WARS:

FT-0001, but better known as Alaia. You can find her story here. Go check out @rigged-from-the-start. I own Ziana Ma'a, Kaos/Asha/Aaura Ma'a, Lydia Ma'a, and Theodosia Skywalker ONLY. Theta, Omega's older sister and unpaid babysitter. Asilla Meryn, Senator of Leiota

RIORDANVERSE:

Hali Jackson, Percy's twin and Huntress of Artemis

CROSSOVER OCS:

Marvel x DC:

Darasuum/Eternity, who you can read about here. I have a wattpad story that I should really continue here, but the oc is Mariama el-Faouly-Spector(-Grant-Lockley) who's a crossover oc, she's in young justice. Mira Grayson, who you can read about here Jordan Lance-Queen AKA Blackbird, Eira Henderson-Sanchez AKA Mariposa, Jae Kim AKA Ghost, Dominic "Dom" Xavier AKA Glitch, Andromeda "Andi" Wayne AKA Siren, are all in my fic "The Thing About Love" which you can find here. It's a YJ/DC x X-MEN fic.

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss x YJ:

Jester, you can read her story here.

Marvel x PJO

Maria "Mari" Stark, daughter of Eros and Tony Stark. (eros literally went "OO FINE MAN" and then did the do with tony ok we done bye) Rebecca "Beck" Barnes, daughter of Aphrodite and Bucky Barnes. Beck will get a story on my wattpad, maybe crossposted here. Adelaide Melina Romanoff, daughter of Athena and Natasha Romanoff. I kinda wanna explain this one, because I know it sounds weird. But Annabeth describes the way Athena "gets pregnant" by saying that Athena has a strong mental connection to a person, and that's "the truest form of love." At least to the wisdom goddess. So it's possible for Athena to "fall in love" with a woman and still have a child.

There are more but this is the most i can come up with rn...

sorry there's so many anon!

[ofvoron]

✤ when: a few days after the mutiny ✤ where: pasha’s cabin ✤ closed to @unheardwoman​

Outside of business hours - he supposed. It was black beyond his window - but he supposed it often was. He’d had a glass of wine. Or a few - he supposed. Matters of state and ship were better handled on the wagon, of course. But if what she had come to burden him with was so dire, wouldn’t she have thought to adhere to his working hours? He supposed.

“Madame Léon. If I’d known you’d be paying a visit I might’ve thought to doll myself up more,” the ambassador sloped a shoulder into the cabin doorframe and arched a listless brow towards her. He’d gotten as far as a knee on the bed before her dainty knock disrupted him. Not to sleep, just yet - a glance just skimming his shoulder would imply he’d intended to take a bottle of wine in lieu of any bedfellow. He blinked at her, before a tickled smile bled onto his flushed face. “Actually, no, I wouldn’t. I really was quite comfortable.”

She had no second thoughts of her own, it seemed. Pasha canted his head forward to glance one way into the creaking shadows, and then the other. “This is a queer hour for fraternising… You know that your brand of cajolery isn’t really one I go in for, oui?” he flashed her a look, more wry than stern in the squint, before he hoisted himself upright and swept the door the rest of the way open with his heel.

“Make yourself at home, ma chère. Everyone seems to,” he waited until his impromptu guest had stepped across the threshold before he popped his head across it again - glance up, glance down - before closing it with meticulous quietude behind her. “Goodness- Would this news taste better with rum?”

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

ya know like....you always hear about the classics(tm) authors having stupid wild shenanigans with each other. they all banded together to be dumbass chaotic english majors together. the stories are great and they’re all considered timeless genius writers....we don’t have that with modern age authors? where’s the goddamn sense of community? where’s the saucy tales of jk rowling, stephen king, james patterson and nicholas sparks locked up in an orgy cabin during a hurricane and having a writing contest. no one’s ever gotten in a fist fight with stephanie meyer. rick riordan didn’t cry face down in george r r martin’s garden after no one liked blood of olympus. jodi picoult doesn’t have a single damn calcified heart in her possession. cassandra clare and suzanne collins never had sex on a grave. neil gaiman has never gone on a week long sex-binge that would have killed him if r l stine didn’t intervene. john green has never written a book in two weeks while snorting massive amounts of cocaine. where’s the drama!!! where’s the scandal!!!! where’s the intrigue!!! modern day authors have to step it UP a notch, God dammit.

[myromancebooksworld]

Last month I read 45 books!  How? I was on holiday during 2 weeks even though since my mum went through surgery, I stayed 2 weeks at home taking care of her.

The images with no cover on it are the second and the third book of the Cupcakes & Co(caïne) trilogy by Fleur Hana.

I gave 3 stars to these books:

- “Indebted” by Pepper Winters - “Stalk Her” by Ker Dukey - “Bitter Sweet Love” by Jennifer L. Armentrout - “Deep Edge” by R.J. Scott & V.L. Locey - “Top Of The Slope” by Brad Tanner - “Power Plays & Straight A’s” by Eden Finley - “Victim Six” by Gregg Olsen - “American Soldiers” by Amélie C. Astier - “Something About A Hot Guy” by A.L. Jackson - “Tell Me To Stop” by Charlotte Byrd - “Cupcakes & Co(caïne) 3″ by Fleur Hana - “First Debt” by Pepper Winters

I gave 3.5 stars on 5 sur Goodreads for these books:

- “Eeny Meeny” by M.J. Arlidge - “The Girl In Cabin 13″ by A.J. Rivers - “Reste” by Cassandra Augustin - “Synchronicity” by Keira Andrews

I gave 4 stars to these books:

- “My Sister’s Grave” by Robert Dugoni - “Breaking Mr Cane” by Shanora Williams - “Inside Affair” by Ella Frank - “One Of Us Is Lying” by Karen McManus - “Pinned” by Maris Black - “Cupcakes & Co(caïne) 2″ by Fleur Hana - “The Revolution Of Ivy” by Amy Engel - “Ten Tiny Breaths” by K.A. Tucker - “The Edge Of The World” by Garrett Leigh - “What Happens At Christmas” by Jay Northcote - “Fucked Up” by F.V. Estyer - “Go Deep” by Rilzy Adams - “Kept In The Dark” by Charlie Cochet - “Being Hospitable” by Meka James - “Spring Break” by Ann Fox - “Second Debt” by Pepper Winters - “Collide” by Riley Hart

To those I gave 4.5 stars:

- “Settling The Score” by R.S. Grey - “Nineteen 2″ by Lina Hope - “Shelter The Sea” by Heidi Cullinan - “Rédemption” by Blandine P. Martin My 5 stars:

- “Landon & Shay 1″ by Brittainy C. Cherry - “Deal Breaker” by Harlan Coben - “Wanting Mr Cane” by Shanora Williams - “Love Me Never” by Sara Wolf - “Block Shot” by Kennedy Ryan - “With This Heart” by R.S. Grey - “Follow Me Home” by D.K. Hood - “2nd Chance” by James Patterson

[asteeledheart]

❝ You might say I’m a lockpick. ❞

there’s a certain pride in his voice that she can make out even above the pouring rain. in truth, it isn’t a particularly impressive lock, just as nothing in the fallow mire has been remotely impressive, but varric steps forward and withdraws a pick from his jacket, kneeling to work at it. 

“of course you are,” cassandra states venomously, “no doubt you have a deep familiarity with no shortage of illegal activities.” 

sidri shoots her a withering glare and shivers beneath her hood, swatting matted hair away from her eyes. this rotted, sagging cabin is the first bit of shelter they’ve scoured in hours and, as dismal as it appears, she’ll gladly take any reprieve from the fog and the mud and the general misery this place provides in spades.

“now, now, seeker,” varric says in the tone of voice sidri knows he saves solely for digging under cassandra’s skin, “sooner or later, you’ll end up being grateful for one of the many skills i bring to the inquisition.”

“it seems talking too much is chief among them,” cassandra snaps back and sidri groans.

“can we please just open the door?” a dark roll of her eyes and she glances over her shoulder, flinching at a sudden pelt of thunder. “cole? cole, keep away from the water, dear. it’s…not very nice water.” 

“there’s people in the water,” cole says earnestly and the shiver that creeps down her spine isn’t from the chill. 

sidri glances back and varric’s still fiddling with the lock, brow knitted intently. she resists the urge to sigh again and stands glumly, thinking about the few pins holding her hair back. she’s good with locks, thanks to her brother and a variety of fun things kept hidden away behind locks begging to be opened at the estate when she was a girl, but varric’s always stepped forward and she’s decided it’s her secret to keep for now. 

“the door is all but rotted away,” cassandra says, “step out of the way and i’ll just kick it down.”

“is that how you solve everything? blunt force?,” varric looks over his shoulder in open frustration.

“she thinks she can open the lock faster,” cole suddenly speaks up cheerfully, “but she doesn’t want to wound your pride.”

“cole.” everyone turns to look to her and sidri sighs. 

cole continues brightly, “it’s because she’s in l-,”

“alright,” sidri interrupts loudly and with the grace of a dying horse, shoving her way forward, “she’s ready to get in this damned door, is what she is. move, varric.” she kneels down and tosses her soaked hood back, quickly retrieving a pin and squinting at the lock. she works delicately, the tip of tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth in diligent concentration, only for a quiet click to follow a few moments later.

the rotted door squeaks open. 

“i still could’ve kicked it open,” mutters cassandra in her own special brand of frustration. 

“you are still a lockpick,” cole glances to varric consolingly, “don’t feel bad.” 

sidri thinks the night can’t go by quickly enough. 

[dykedteach]

B, D, F and L for the ask meme

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

rackham/vane and I blame toby and zach’s twitter antics, a select few talented fanfiction writers, and my own curiousity that led me to read those fics even though I “knew” I wouldn’t enjoy them.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

I’ve seen some of my favourite writers write Flint/Billy fics, and like...these are super talented people! They write incredible stuff! And I have no doubt that their Blint fics are just as amazing as the other stuff I’ve read by them! But I just...cannot get my head around Billy in pairings for some reason? My brain will allow me to go as far as family-friendly Billy/Abigail stuff, reading and writing-wise, but aside from that...nope. I don’t even think it’s a “I think Billy is ace!” thing necessarily, I think it’s more of a “I grew up watching Hopper in Merlin, and so the idea of him blowing Flint in his cabin or whatever the fuck people are writing is super weird to me” thing. 

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

Prrrroooobably Harry Potter? I say this kinda tentatively, because it’s the thing I’ve been a fan of for the longest time, but I haven’t hugely participated in “fandom” per se? 

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

I was going to make this another Black Sails based question, and then decided against it. Let’s talk Dragon Age instead. I love Varric. I do. He would never be classed as one of my faves, and that’s okay! But I do absolutely adore him. He’s hilarious, he’s down to earth (or, you know, under it, some times!), his relationship with Cassandra is one of my favourite inter-Inquisition relationships, and he would probably be the coolest Inquisition member to just chill with for a while. He has the most incredible stories, knows all the best card and drinking games, and could make anyone feel welcome at a table. 

thanks lovely!

[the1rei]

Bloomin' Ross pt60

Flirting 101 with Professor Fitzherbert.  Will it be funny?  Who knows, but they’re trying.  Also the always fun lifted lines from Brianna’s write-ups

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"Alright now the key to flirting is playfulness," Eugene said pacing around Rose, they had secluded themselves away into one of the ship's cabin's the illuminated as best as it could be by a lantern.  Still, the light cast deep shadows that Eugene disappeared in and out of as she paced, giving him an unintentional air of command and mystery.  "Being playful helps you endure yourself to a girl and makes her interested in you.  But it's all about the push and pull, show a little interest then push her away."  

"Wait, you want me to push Cass around?"  Rose asked tilting her head almost on the verge of anger at the idea.  

"No, no."  Eugene shook his head stepping properly into the light.  "Push and pull is like a game.  You say something nice like, 'You're a lot of fun to be around,' to show your interested pulling her in.  Then you add the push to throw her off like, 'You're like my little sister.'"

"Which little sister?  None of them are like Cass at all."  Rose gave him a confused look her eyes wandering into nothing imagining each of her sisters' qualities alongside Cass.  

"No that's just something to make her interested and then she'll reciprocate," Eugene explained, and Rose nodded folding her hand together bringing her forefingers to her lips and nodding.  Her eyes were wide, and vacant beads of sweat started to blossom across her face.  "That means she'll say something like that back to you."  

"OH!"  Rose released the breath she was holding, but halfway through her sigh she paused and gave Eugene another confused look.  "But Cass doesn't have any sisters."

With effort, Eugene managed not to drop to his knees and slam his face against the table at which Rose was sitting.  "No, she won't say the exact same thing back, just like you won't say exactly what I told you to say."  

"I won't!  Then what will I say?"  Rose twitched worriedly, her leg fidgeting.  "Eugene you said you'd teach me how to flirt, how can I flirt if I don't know what to say?"  

"That's not how it works; it's not about saying the right thing, it's about saying something the right way."  With effort, Eugene kept himself from sounding too exasperated.  He really wanted to help Rose even if he couldn't fathom why she liked Miss Personality.  

Rose seemed to shrink in on herself in her chair, "I can barely talk half the time around Cass, how am I supposed to say anything anyway.  Can't you just teach me to give her that look, the one you gave Rapunzel?"  

"Absolutely not," Eugene's eyes shot wide at her words.  "'The Smolder' is way too advanced for a novice like you."

That crushed Rose brief hopefulness and she sunk back in her chair.  The sight caused Eugene to give her another sympathetic look and offer her a hand up.  "Come on let's try again from the top."  

His confidence was infectious, and Rose gave a small smile nodding and taking his hand allowing him to pull her up.  "Okay an easy way to start flirting is to give the girl a nickname, it's playful and personalizing.  So what do you call your love?"

"Cass," Rose gave him a smile and a nod.  

"No,"  Eugene shook his head, and Rose smile faltered, "I mean what do you call her that no one else does."

Rose held his gaze for several moments before saying, "I used to call her Cassandra."  

"Ok, not a lot to work with there," Eugene sighed, hut smiled remaining positive.  "How about touching, a little physical contact can be a great way to show someone your interest."  

"Ummm," Rose gave Eugene an uncomfortable look rising on the balls of her feet like her whole was bristling out nervously.  Eugene suddenly imagined Rose coming up behind Cass and giving her a playful grab like Rapunzel sometimes did to him.  Imaginary Cass instantaneously revered the grab and tossed imaginary Rose off the deck.  

"You need to be natural," That hadn't worked so well thus far.  "Be confident," her shirt had to be sopping wet with sweat.  Eugene bit his lip and looked over his student, the clay that he as her teacher would mold into a well oiled flirting machine.  "How about I write down a few things for you to say to her."  

Rose relaxed instantly at the suggestion, the stiffness leaving her body and she nodded eagerly, and Eugene went to get a quill, ink, and paper.  

----

When Rose came up from the hole and spotted Cass standing on the other side of the deck speaking to a guard about something, most likely giving him a dressing down over something, Rose knew it was her chance.  As the guard nodded and saluted to Cass hurrying away, Rose stepped her her precious new paper clutched in her hands.  Cass' eyes followed the guard critically for a moment, but they softened, and a smile graced her lips when she noticed Rose standing there.  "Rose there you are, this ships not that big I didn't think I could lose you on it."  

“Di-did you f-f-fall down from heaven? B'cause you’re th-the only ten I see."  Rose tried to give Cass the best imitation of a smoldering smile she could manage with her heart beating in her ears and her head swimming.

"W-what?"  Cass looked like she was trying to hold back a laugh, but she couldn't help but chuckle a little her eyes going to the paper Rose was holding.  "What does that say?"  

"Wait… No, wait! That’s wrong, l-lemme try again–!”  Rose's eyes scanned the paper trying to figure out exactly where she had gone wrong, but just as she had re-read the first line, a firm tug pulled the paper out of her hands.  

Rose made a feeble grab for the paper but Cass had it now, and her eyes were scanning their way down it rapidly.  Cass gave the occasional snort of laughter or 'clever.'  That was until she reached the end of the paper and her smile faded, and her eyes darkened.  Rose inched away from her as Cass' head snapped up and shot right to Eugene who Rose hadn't even noticed sneaking across the deck.  "Fitzherbert!  Did you write this?"  

[hedgehog-o-brien]

Get to Know Me Tag Game

I was tagged by @distinctivelibrarians, so thanks for that!

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Relationship status: Tony Chocolonely (who needs a man when you have teh best chocolate on earth anyway)

Favorite Color: Dark Blue

Lipstick or chapstick: Chapstick bc lipstick gets on my teeth and looks gross Last Song I Listened To: Josh Groban’s version of Anthem, from the Chess musical

Last Movie I Watched: Thor: Ragnarok. It’s hilarioius, go watch it

Top 3 TV Shows: Leverage, The Librarians, Last Week Tonight (hey look at that, 3 L’s)

Top 3 Characters: Parker from Leverage, Cassandra from the Librarians and Carolyn Knapp-Shappey from Cabin Pressure (she’s who I want to be if I grow up)

Top 3 Bands: I don’t have any, sorry

Books I’m Currently Reading: Thief of Time by Terry Pratchett, Venetia by Georgette Heyer

I’m gonna be lazy and tag everyone who wants to do this. Have fun!

[fireinclined-archive]

|| mETA ON CASS AND THE 2090 CREW *SLAMS FIST DOWN* ROIGHT NAO ||

alright, so the only verse where this is even possible is in the au where there’s a piece of atlas still left inside cassandra, since...she’d be dead long before they came around if not.

anyway- can you say doting grandmother??? she adores her grandkids and probably spoils them rotten. she visits a l o t with paola- since this is a great verse for paola, because she gets a lot of time with cassandra- and i’d imagine cassandra had SOMETHING to do with the turtle mechs. if not, she definitely freaks out in a good way when she sees them. 

cassandra stays close to her sons throughout their lives, but doesn’t want to constantly be involved- which is why she moved to paola’s cabin full time. in verses where the other turtles have passed, each death hits harder than the last, and cassandra’s so not fucking ready for mikey, her baby boy, to go.

speaking of mikey- she’s?? so proud of him?? he’s a gr8 parent and sensei and she’s just so so so proud of him??

she starts spending a lot more time down in nyc again when mikey starts adopting his kids, to the point where she actually moves back to the city. she doesn’t want to be over involved...but she remembers how big of a role raelyn played in her life. she really wants to be that kind of grandma.

[viaggiandoatestaalta-blog]

Terzo anno consecutivo di crociera: questa volta a bordo di Enchantment Of The Seas di Royal Caribbean.

Sono riuscita a realizzare un altro sogno che avevo da tempo: una crociera ai Caraibi senza vendermi un rene 😉 !

La prenotazione

La prenotazione di questa crociera è stata un po’ più complessa delle precedenti. Per risparmiare dovevo prenotare il volo per conto mio ed organizzarmi per gli spostamenti.

Quindi, una volta individuato l’itinerario, mi sono subito messa a cerca su SkyScanner.

Perfortuna i voli per Miami per quel periodo avevano un buon prezzo: A/R da Malpensa con American Airlines 565 euro.

Una volta che avevo in mano i biglietti aerei, ho contattato per telefono Royal Caribbean ed ho prenotato anche la crociera.

Spesa totale: 565 euro di volo più 400 di crociera = 965 euro a persona .

Questa volta non ho inserito il pacchetto bevande perchè per le crociere in America e Caraibi sono veramente proibitivi (65 dollari al giorno!!). Da pazzi!

Ah dimenticavo: a bordo delle crociere Royal Caribbean hai già incluso acqua e bibite che potrai prendere dagli appositi dispenser. Ottimo ed un gran risparmio!

Ho adorato il punch alla frutta!

Cococay, l’isola privata di Royal Caribbean

L’itinerario

Ecco l’itinerario di viaggio:

Giorno Porto Arrivo Partenza 5 Dicembre Miami – 16.00 6 Dicembre Nassau, Bahamas 08.00 24.00 7 Dicembre Cococay, Bahamas 08.00 17.00 8 Dicembre Key West 10.00 18.00 9 Dicembre Miami 07.30 –

Da moltissimi anni sognavo di fare una crociera ai Caraibi e di mettere piede in America. In pratica con questo viaggio, ho realizzato non uno, ma ben due sogni. Fantastico!

Il momento più bello: la passeggiata sulla spiaggia bianchissima di Paradise Island.

Paradise Island

La nave Enchantment Of The Seas

Enchantment Of The Seas non era una delle ultime navi modernissime di Royal Caribbean, ma era comunque bellissima!

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C’erano numerose piscine sia interne che esterne con rilassantissime vasche idromassaggio, una stupenda passeggiata panoramica all’ultimo ponte ed un teatro su due piano dove ogni sera veniva presentato uno spettacolo diverso.

Le cabine erano spaziose e super pulite. Ogni giorno, inoltre, veniva lasciata una composizione di asciugamani diversa.

Foca in cabina Royal Caribbean

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Cassandra

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Enchantment Of The Seas: crociera ai Caraibi con Royal Caribbean Terzo anno consecutivo di crociera: questa volta a bordo di Enchantment Of The Seas di Royal Caribbean.

[fragiilexa]

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Get To Know The Mun!

1. Who is your hero?

this is so hard i have so many, like it depends on like what type of hero bc like, i got one 4 everyhting ok, like I have so many? So many people who mean so much to me like, jesus?!? ( both literally and in exasperation lol ) no but really there are so many but uhm I think If I had to pick a person it would have toooo… it would have to be my Mom. I know that’s cheesy, or something, probably as cheesy as the jesus thing but literally she keeps the house together and she does so much & I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain to her how much she’s done for me & :/ I just love her. She’s my hero. But, like… I could pick more, I could also easily pick Demi, or Taylor or maybe Stevie Nicks, or fricken Julie Andrews??? Iconic. Hero. Bless. Dolly Parton???? Goals aF. I could go on for hours but those are like the tippy top ones. 

2. If you could live anywhere, where would it be?

Oh well, I mean I really do love Michigan? Like, being able to be by the big lakes is amazing & the views are just?? Incredible. But I think if I had the chance of anywhere without needing to worry about money or the fact I’d be super far from family I’d pick California? or ? I don’t know I just,…. maybe not the ritzy bits of it like it’s a huge state ya’ll have some not so populated places but being close to the ocean & also semi-sort of close to somewhere that is just incredibly alive & fresh would be really cool ( plus bumping into celebs l maO ) I would also say NYC or something but lmao sO much traffic & such little spaces.

3. What is your biggest fear?

lmao uh idk either driving or just people leaving idk 

4. What is your favorite family vacation?

We have only really had one huGE one where we went to Disney World together and it was AMAZING it wasn’t v busy cause we went in their off season and it was literally so fun I’d love to go again tbqh

5. What would you change about yourself if you could?

hmmm I’m tryin’ to love myself more so I feel like I defeat the purpose if I say what I wanna change, but also I’m trying to get healthier this year so maybe just so more strength & also clear skin bc those are what I’m working towards right now.

6. What really makes you angry?

I think what really gets on my nerves is & makes me angry is peoples unwillingness to listen to one another. Like I don’t wanna get political bc i hate ( hate ) politics but like seriously. Treat people as humans. Both sides have wrongs in this and it bothers me that both sides act like they’re ‘holier than thou’ but are both, at times, wrong. No one gets anywhere and we won’t get anywhere if we assume things of one another & also if we don’t stop to realize we are all, in fact, humans who just want to live a happy & healthy life. Unless someone is pointedly a bad person and wants to cause destruction, hate, discourse, ect. then just either try to have a conversation or let it go if there’s none to be had. Being an activist is an amazing thing to do & is mostly always a selfless act but unless you fully accept you’re never actually going to fix everyone & change everyone’s views to your own then you’re just going to be unhappy & bitter for the rest of your life. 

also tumblr callout culture. yall need to get the friCK over yourselves & go like, to church or smthin or at least go to a etiquette class like damn ya’ll make me angry & I’m not??? even an angry person? ?  ? 

( addendum : i hate when people treat others like pos just because they disagree with them it bothers tf out of me. ) 

7. What motivates you to work hard?

Music mostly, it just gives me a good vibe ( depending on the song ) and it just??? It’s like pressing play on a movie or something ‘cause if I have background music ( or not so background music ) then it’s like somethings supposed to be happening so I do more stuff.. but like, I am a super unmotivated person unless I actually have a task that needs to get done, like if it’s a personal motivation to do something it’s ten times harder lmao

8. What is your favorite thing about your career?

since I don’t… really have one I… idk I mean if I made writing a career I guess I’d say my favorite thing is when things click for a muse & you have a lot of muse for writing & it all just pours out & you’re happy.

9. What is your biggest complaint about your job?

I don’t got a job fam…. O.O’’

10. What is your proudest accomplishment?

When I was at camp one little girl in my cabin was just??? adorable??? and she said once when we were talking that I made her want to be a counselor because it looked like fun and it just??? me ??? inspiring a little girl ?? to want to do the funnest job ever??? i was happy. proudest moment. 

11. What is your child’s proudest accomplishment?

m m y  ch il d …. u me an m y cat?? He once swatted at our big dog i was proud of him 4 having the courage tbh.

12. What is your favorite book to read?

I haven’t read a book in forever but I really wanna re-read The Last Song so probably that one.

13. What makes you laugh the most?

Corny jokes. I’m a sucker for em, but also just jokes in general if u can make me laugh u basically have me in the palm of ur hand bc I love laughing but also puppies being clumsy & joe jonas. just fuckijng joe jonas ok he makes me laugh & all he has to do is smile ok.

14. What was the last movie you went to? What did you think?

Uh last movie I went to was Underworld: Blood Wars & It was better than I thought it would b tho it was a little awkward I was sitting next to an old bearded man while a girl got eaten out so that was like, O.O but it was good & I really loved one of the girls in it but I can’t remember her name soBS

15. What did you want to be when you were small?

 a dog ( bless the puppy filter ) no but really I don’t know I never really knew what I wanted to be I switched so much I mean I took ballet classes but failed I took art but I’m still meh, I wanted to be a vet but I can’t deal with the death aspect of it at all. I dunno fam I just wanted to be a dog & live a happy pure life as a pupper.

16. What does your child want to be when he/she grows up?

He want’s to be a lion. Rawr.

17. If you could choose to do anything for a day, what would it be?

Cuddling with Cass all day sounds v legit I’d pick that. ( or disney world again…  but with Cassandra, bc yes. )

18. What is your favorite game or sport to watch and play?

I want to get back into sims *side eyes kae* but also I think u mean just sports so I don’t know… I mean football?? It’s interesting to watch tbh but like I don’t really watch any other sport so it’s football as default.

19. Would you rather ride a bike, ride a horse, or drive a car?

I’d rather have someone drive a car for me ( sobS ) but also I’ve never ridden a horse so that’d be fun to try 

20. What would you sing at Karaoke night?

Uh, some Miley Cyrus / Hannah Montana stuff soBS or.… … ..  Hamilton oH GOD HAMILTON OK Fukc KME UP. H A M I L  T ON .

21. What two radio stations do you listen to in the car the most?

Either 105.3 or 104.5 ‘cause they’re the like, top 100 stations near us? that or we just shuffle all of my dads & moms saved stations which are like, old rock music & like 80′s - 00′s stations which are ok too. 

22. Which would you rather do: wash dishes, mow the lawn, clean the bathroom, or vacuum the house?

I do all of these in one day sobs but shit Vacuum, cleaning the bathroom is like some kind of level 10 hell spaces nothings ever actually clean & it takes forever even tho it’s the smallest room jfc. I wash dishes allthe time tho so I’d want a break & mowing the lawn is legit not that bad it’s just like, mentally I gotta get UP and then once I do I’m chill. It burns calories so im chilli. 

23. If you could hire someone to help you, would it be with cleaning, cooking, or yard work?

Yard work fam. I love cooking by myself ( or well baking… I don’t cook much I just make cookies  lmAO ) but also & cleaning I’m used to doing alone so it’s chill but outside work is just annoying & needs to be over asap.

24. If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?

this is super hard but my mom’s bbq chicken with red skin potatoes, it’s like the best thing ever, but this is ridiculous like- food is too good to give up. 

25. Who is your favorite author?

Okay I haven’t read anything is sO LONG so I’m not really sure but just on the premise of knowing a lot of his work I’m going to go with C.S. Lewis because I love the way he explains things & I love Narnia.