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[justanartsysideblog]

What’s Bre’elu favorite kind of food and does she have any allergies?? How’s her spice tolerance

Bre’elu’s favorite foods are types of seafood. She loves fresh, raw fish as well as it cooked in a multitude of dishes. She LOVES spices, her favorite dish is a spicy seafood soup. She doesn’t have any allergies, but she isn’t terribly fond of cheese. It simply wasn’t a staple growing up and she doesn’t eat it very often.

Thanks for the ask!

TMI Tuesday

[cuteskitty]

came for the mchanzo stayed for the awesome person that is you

Thank you!

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Also banana for 86 or 87 >;3c

Oooh, I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On and Aroused by Your Voice, you say?

I feel like this would fit in really well with the HWRC Banana AU, where Taz is a fish and Ana and Vena are trying to figure out how to look after him. Lots of phone calls. Maybe Vena has been known to frequent some phone sex hotlines, when he’s caught in a dry spell, and so he’s got some… associations. Going on there.

*cough*

So he and Ana talk on the phone a lot, especially when they can’t manufacture excuses to meet in person. Vena’s trying to work up the nerve to ask her out, but for some reason it’s harder than usual (and every time they get too close around the fish pond, a certain exotic rescue splashes them and somehow manages to convey the ‘get a room’ look). But Vena’s got a thing for voices and Ana has a nice one, especially when she laughs at his terrible jokes, or fires back with some of her own.

Inevitably he maybe ends off a few of their evening phone calls with a… reaction. Going on. And he’s not totally sure if they’re flirting or if it’s just kind of pavlovian now, but it’s whatever.

Until they meet up in person again and Ana wants to tell him something quietly, so she leans over and whispers in his ear, and suddenly Vena’s pants are getting a bit too tight and his skin feels hot and oh no it’s not pavlov. 

Ana has no idea the power she’s just unlocked. X3

[selenelavellan]

so out of all of your characters, who would go to an ABBA singalong party and know all the lyrics?

Definitely Darevas. He probably knows a good chunk of the choreography too, and he’d be the first to try to get into one of those outfits.

TMI Tuesday

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@lycheejellytea replied to your post “I read such a lovely dark Assassin’s Creed fic yesterday, and i’ve...”

which fic was it??

Living to Die by Cards_Slash

Altmal, based on the idea that only your soulmate can kill you. Altair and Malik are soulmates, have been alive for forever, and are so very, very, very broken. And poor Desmond gets caught in the middle, as always.

When I got done reading, I had to tell @uswe and @ereborne about it, which was followed with

uswe: This is very fucked up. No wonder you look delighted me: i aaaaammmmm uswe: Why are you like this 

It and Immovable, unbreakable (also by cards_slash) are probably my favorite AC fics I’ve read so far. definitely not for you if you are a huge fan of fluff, but if you’re like me and love fucked up things with a not-terrible ending, i highly recommend.

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@lycheejellytea & @empresstress13 omg you guys are so sweet?? thank you so much! <3

Nonnies, I am flattered that you think me to be one of the nicest 8-and-a-half people you know. :P I’m guessing I am the half. 

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Banal’ras 14??? :o

Banal’ras for the Halloween palette challenge. Featuring @justanartsysideblog‘s vallaslin design for Melarue, the Clever One. 

[first-flower-of-my-house]

@my-beautiful-thief THANK YOU! @lycheejellytea THANK YOU!

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pros/cons of dating tace?

PROS

he’s HILARIOUS

secretly cares a LOT

secret cuddle monster

u now have a personal attack dog when needed

he will wrestle all the chores out of your hands so he can do them

UPSETTINGLY ATTRACTIVE 

like, a phd level education but not an asshole about it

a ride or die bitch

fun and flirty

CONS

he’s an asshole

kinda fucking mean

LOSES HIS MIND OVER PETTY SHIT

night terrors and sleep walking

UPSETTINGLY ATTRACTIVE

no really he will flirt w/ pm everyone

dead inside

a shambling mess pretending he’s a functional person

orelsian 

[jahaliel]

Turkish tea and kombucha for the tea asks?

Turkish tea: What is your favourite cake? Tricky tricky tricky XD  I would say it’s a three way tie between the Choc-Raspberry Ice-Cream Cake, the Orange Mars Bar Cake and Grandma Bickley’s Fruit Cake (with a full bottle of brandy - she made it for our wedding cake.)Kombucha: What do you order on a pizza? Depends on my mood and if I’m ordering to share because I really love the classic margherita (fresh tomato, cheese, herbs) or the potato variant  but the hubby can’t eat tomato so if we’re splitting we’ll do a BBQ Chicken (BBQ sauce, roast chicken, capsicum, pineapple, bacon) or a Meatlovers (salami, ham, bacon, pizza sauce).thanks for the ask lovely

[vargonautic]

4, 5, and 9 for Mirlen?? :o *whispers companion Mirlen and inquisitor Vara*

:O What have you doNE LYCHEE OH MY GOD

Why didn’t this though hit me omg this isperfect?? Can you guys guess what I’ll be thinking about for a week straight XD

Answers under cut still~

4. Whatwould their romance route look like? Would they be romanceable?

She would be romanceable! :D She’s bisexualand she doesn’t really care about races, so anyone can romance her

What wouldit look like..?

She is an extrovert, she’s very open about herfeelings and sometimes she’s… intense. She’d definitely flirt without shame tosomeone who shows interest, but denying her doesn’t really make her upseteither. At least not while she’s just playing around.

With Varawell as Inquisitor she’d probably comeon strong in the beginning, flirting recklessly at every chance she gets. Oncethey’ve been on some adventures together, though, and she starts getting toknow him, she’ll tone it down; starting by aiming to be a good friend for himnow when he’s in such a tricky situation.

She’ll slowly grow more attached as time goeson, finding herself making up a lot of excuses to bring him reports and tagalong when he leaves Haven. Her flirting becomes more stumbly and blushy themore she hangs around him.

After the attack of Haven she’ll most probablybe a sobbing mess when they find him in the mountains. She wears all heremotions on the outside x3

Even though the romances in game (at least theones I’ve played) have their first kiss before the Winter Palace, Mirlen wouldtake her chances there, I think. At the balcony, after everything has gone down…She’ll ask for a dance, and if yes the kiss happens there. If no, she’ll waittill they get back at Skyhold, saying she wanted to do it before but shechickened out

An Inquisitor would be able to ask her aboutsex after that; cue angsty talk about endometriosis and a lot of pain, also no children,no cure, lots of crying and apologising she didn’t say earlier. I’d say anInquisitor would be able to break the relationship off there, or just tell herthey loved her anyway. Breaking it off would lead to a bit more crying but hersaying she understands and she treated them unfairly by not saying. Her dialoguebecomes short after that, both because of guilt and she’s certain theInquisitor doesn’t actually want to talk to her after it

Good times

 5. If theyromanced someone as Inquisitor, would they still fall for that person as acompanion? How would that play out? How would they react to that person beingromanced by the “new” Inquisitor?

I’ve never played DA:I with Mirlen, but if I didI think she’d romance Sera. Just as I answered with Ela and Cullen, the romancewould play out as it does in game if neither of them are romanced by theInquisitor.

If Sera is romanced by the Inquisitor Mir willbe a little sad for a few days, but it’ll pass. There are plenty of fish in thesea, and she quickly accepts she and Sera just weren’t meant to be together.

 9. Wherein Skyhold would they be found? (e.g. Cole is in the tavern rafters, Leliana inthe top of the tower, Varric in the throne room, etc.)

She can be found by the big stairs leading upto the main entrance. Mostly she sits and doodles, as she likes to draw andthat spot gives her many objects and angles to work with. If you choose to makea training ground later on she’s close to that as well, which she definitely enjoys!

Thanks for asking!!

[justanartsysideblog]

Roselia! Because there’s just a very kind vibe about her and from you x3

You’re so sweet Lychee! I will strive to be as chill and kind as Roselia looks.

What pokemon do you associate me with?

[scurvgirl]

Tonlen meeting Laurent for the first time?

Laurent belongs to @justanartsysideblog

Rissa hasn’t dated anyone since that little maggot bitch in high school, which is both good and bad. Good because there hasn’t been anyone to hurt her, but bad because no one has been really lovin’ on her either. While it’s not necessary, of course, to have a romantic partner, Tonlen’s aware that Rissa’d like one. And she is so smart, and so gorgeous, and so incredible that it’s a bit of a mystery to him why people aren’t just falling over themselves to get with her. Though there was that one guy in high school who admitted to Tonlen that the reason he didn’t ask Rissa out was because she intimidated the shit out of him with all of that brain power. 

It wasn’t a huge loss though, the guy was an idiot who refused to believe Isabela is in fact Rissa’s older sister and Tonlen’s cousin. 

So it’s pretty interesting when Rissa starts talking about her neighbor. An older guy who apparently likes to star gaze with her. A man who has taken her out on several dates, hasn’t pressured her, and is in fact not intimidated or threatened whatsoever by Rissa’s intellect. 

He’s also apparently easy on the eyes, which is a little harder for Tonlen to believe because then he’d be too perfect. Entirely too perfect, perfect people like that just don’t exist…right? 

He arrives at Rissa’s apartment for their usual Sunday brunch, only this time this new man will be there in all of his supposed perfection. Tonlen knocks on the door and it quickly opens, a man shimmies as close to the door jam as possible and shuts it behind him, making Tonlen step back.

“Excuse me?” Tonlen says, leaning back, his eyebrows lifting at the admittedly handsome man in front of him.

“Sorry, but Rissa said that you have issues with your lungs and she was cooking -

“You let her cook? Are you daft?!” Well there it is! He’s an idiot! He is in fact not perfect, ha!

“No, it wasn’t exactly that. I just got here about fifteen minutes ago and there was all this smoke because she wanted food, I thought we were going out,” he explains and Tonlen sighs. As smart as she is, Rissa can make odd choices, and stress over a situation tends to exaggerate the tendency. But cooking? Of all things - she knows damn well that she shouldn’t. 

Tonlen pulls his hair back into a bun, revealing the shaved sides of his head, and pulls up his shirt to cover his mouth. His hands move, slowly casting a chilling and control spell before he heads into the apartment. Most of the smoke is gone, but there is some lingering as Rissa bats at the main flume over the stove. She’s coughing and sputtering and otherwise compromising herself. He narrows his eyes and directs the water in the air to coalesce around the smoke, then freezes it, making it all disappear at once. Dirty snow falls around Rissa instead of the smoke and she turns around, eyes wide.

“I told Laurent to keep you outside!”

“Which was stupid, I can help with this,” Tonlen replies matter of fact. Rissa narrows her eyes.

“The last time you did this, you ended up in the ER and needed an endoscopy,” she shoots back. Tonlen rolls his eyes.

“That was different, that a lot of smoke -

“Wait, this has happened before?” Rissa’s beau asks. 

“Not exactly, a bonfire went astray, I wrangled with it - that was much more intense, Ris, you know that. This was nothing.” Though he says that and his lungs do feel a little…itchy. 

Nonetheless, Rissa puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head, “You’re so stubborn!”

“Like you’re not!” He snips. 

“I think we’re all a little hungry, so how about we go to IHop and eat some pancakes?” New man interjects making Tonlen and Rissa pause.

Tonlen crosses his arms and shakes his head, making his shirt return to its intended spot, “Yes. Let’s go, we can throw the ruined pan away later.”  He takes his cousin’s arm and practically drags her out of the apartment, allowing her just enough time to grab her keys. New guy follows and they pile into Tonlen’s car. Now way is he letting some new guy drive him and Rissa. 

“Rissa gets car sick so she rides in front,” Tonlen says. Rissa gives him a look but the guy doesn’t complain as he slides into the backseat. 

Tonlen puts on music he knows both he and Rissa like and again, no complaints. He makes small talk and talks about his fencing career and how he’s very excited to meet Tonlen. Rissa blushes again. 

They make it to IHop and end up ordering quite a bit of food. Rissa gets a heart healthy omelet while Tonlen decides to treat himself with a stack of pancakes. Rissa’s date orders eggs and Orlesian toast. 

Talk starts up about space and science and while Rissa’s neighbor is clearly not as proficient as Rissa is (which is not to harsh on him, nobody is really as proficient except for maybe Maibrit) and Tonlen throws in bits and pieces about his neuroscience studies. 

Their food arrives but the conversation continues…and continues and continues. And the longer things draw on, the more he relaxes. Laurent is not just a good guy, but a good guy. He’s the kind of guy that you want sweeping people of their feet, the guy who can. 

Good, he thinks, smiling at Rissa, she deserves it. And it’s nice to see that there are these people out there, not necessarily perfect because no one is but so close, people’s whose imperfections fit well against another’s. 

But the best part about it is Rissa is actually happy. Their romance is slow, steady, but natural and she is glowing with it. She steals a bite of his toast and he snags a piece of her omelet and giggles when she pokes his bicep. 

It’s so cute, Tonlen may gag. 

By the time they get back to Rissa’s apartment, Tonlen has just about made up his mind, though it is subject to change should anything happen. He stops Laurent just outside of the apartment and hugs him. 

“Be good to her, she’s worth more than all those stars you look at,” he whispers. Laurent hugs him back.

“I know.”

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Funny thought in the hogwarts au! Because I can't dedicate time to my creative endeavors atm so I'm just gonna yell them at you until I can Vena and Ana are rival seekers but I can totally imagine them getting super competitive during a match and then after it retreating behind the bleachers or in a broom closet for makeouts. also cheering for the other at matches when they're not competing like ravenclaw/slytherin Ana's there decked out in ravenclaw gear and vise versa Supportive beans snogging

When Vena emerges into the great hall on the morning of the Gryffindor vs Slytherin match, Tasallir gives him a look that could peel paint.

“What,” Taz says, eyes narrowed. “Did you do?”

Vena grins.

“In what regard?” he replies, as cavalierly as he can, and doesn’t break stride towards the Ravenclaw table. He grins as he hears Tasallir get up, and follow after him.

“Your hair, of course!” he says. Serahlin calls after him, and there are a few snickers from other nearby students. Vena reaches up, and smooths a hand over his currently luscious, atypically wavy locks. It had taken him the better part of four hours to get the dye to take in the right shades, and the end result had somehow amplified some of the volume-adding charms on the potions he’d bought, but the end result was only all the more delightful for it.

Vena’s typical straight, shiny dark hair, had been replaced with a veritable mane of red and gold.

He grins.

“Do you like it?” he says.

Tasallir looks fit to be tied.

“You look like some deranged mascot,” he declares, narrowing his eyes. “I know better than to expect you to display any kind of neutrality with regards to these matches by now, but I would at least hope you might find some subtlety. Most people simply wear scarves.”

Or make do with shapeshifting, Vena supposes; noting that Tasallir’s typically-red eyes have turned a shining emerald for the day, instead. 

“You think I need to be more subtle?” Vena asks.

Taz’s eyes remained narrow. But after a beat, he nods.

“Naturally,” he asserts. 

“I’m afraid I disagree,” Vena counters, and then reaches into his pocket, and pulls out his secret weapon. Something he’s been saving since summer time, when he bought it from the biggest Quidditch store in Diagon Alley. The little folded ball of paper - seemingly innocuous, apart from the shining red foil - hits the floor, and then a thundering roar booms through the main hall. A great red lion, made entirely of flame, goes tearing through the air in a shimmering rush of harmless pyrotechnics, that send most of Gryffindor table into cheers and applause.

It rushes up towards the ceiling, chasing after the candles floating there, and bellowing ‘Go Gryffindor!’ in a deep, growling echo of Vena’s own voice.

He grins, exceedingly pleased, until he looks back at Tasallir and sees his hands clamped firmly over his ears. Face paler than usual, as the sparkles drop down around him. And over at the Ravenclaw table, Dirthamen is covering his ears, too, and a few more students here and there look a bit pained.

...Maybe he should have thought this through better. Especially with the cheering adding to the light and din from the lion.

Vena figures that’s enough to make his point, anyway, and whispers the word to turn the lion back into a tiny paper cutout, which drifts harmlessly down towards the floor in the middle of the hall.

“You alright, Taz?” he asks. “Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

Before he can get any further than that, though, a hand drops onto his shoulder.

He looks up to find Professor Melarue looking back down at him. One perfectly manicured eyebrow raised, and only the faintest hint of amusement tugging at the corners of their mouth. Not a great sign - Vena’s accustomed to much more amusement from them.

“That was quite a display,” they note. “Very spirited. Entirely in violation of several school conduct codes, but certainly sparkly.”

Vena nods.

“Detention?” he guesses.

“Detention,” Professor Melarue confirms. “...With me, after the match. Provided you can restrain your enthusiasm to something more within the bounds of school rules from here on out.”

He nods again, more relieved this time, and then the professor’s hand moves over to Tasallir’s shoulder. They usher him away, scooping up Dirthamen and the other more obviously bothered students as they go. Vena feels another pang of guilt, but it fades somewhat when he is nearly tackled by a familiar blur of red hair and quidditch gear.

“Vena! What were you thinking?! That was amazing!” Ana enthuses. “Why did you do that in the hall you’re supposed to use those things out on pitches, but it looked incredible! And your hair!”

Vena grins, and uses the advantage of his height and her proximity to pick her up a little and do a spin. Ana clutches his biceps and laughs, eyes bright, her own face painted with red and gold stripes.

“Do you like it?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows.

She reaches up, and threads some curious fingers into it.

“Soft...” she notes, before fluffing it around his shoulders, some. Her cheeks pink, much to his delight.

“Want a kiss for luck?” he offers, but Ana gets a gleam in her eye, and presses a finger to his lips.

“No,” she says, to his consternation. She’s smiling, though, and doesn’t seem to be turning him down, if the way she’s leaning into him is any indication. And then she taps his mouth, and winks. Oozing that kind of confidence she only seems to get when flying is on the table.

“I’m going to take that kiss for a reward, when we obliterate Slytherin!” she announces.

A few nearby Slytherin students throw toast at them. But Victory, who is close by, starts up another cheer; eager to stoke his team’s confidence. Vena’s lips tingle, and his heart skips a beat, and Ana pulls back after a moment with another laugh and a blush. Bashful again.

The lion might have been a bit much - especially without warning - but the hair, at least, was definitely a good idea.

[selenelavellan]

Not really anon x3 but what’re you working on??

...technically nothing?

I have some ideas stewing around in my head for a few existing AUs, but I don’t have any written WIPs or sketches I’m interested in finishing. There’s no stories that are waiting on me to write them (that I’m....aware of) or active collabs that need my input.

...I mean theoretically I’ve got Wintersend for the Frat AU partially written (but even if I finished it now I doubt anyone would remember any of the surrounding bits. Pretty sure everyone that was waiting for it has left already).

Mostly I’m just daydreaming a lot and trying to decide if anything is worth making a story out of, or if it’d all just be sort of weird...self fulfillment fantasies or something.

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@lycheejellytea replied to your post “yay casual sexism on my bday! just what i always wanted”

Ugh I’m so sorry.. I hope the rest of your birthday is as amazing as it should be. HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Thank you :)

I don’t really have much hope for the rest of my work day, except maybe the hope that nothing else really comes up. But when I finally get home then I can have cherry beer and watch Thor: Ragnarok for the first time, so at least there’s that to look forward to.