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Hello friend!

6, 13, 14, 16 for the AO3 Wrapped Ask please!

Thank you 💓

Awww...thank you!

6. Favorite title you used

I just looked and my titles are all pretty direct and uninteresting (I do tend to stick with a semantic category for chapter titles of each fic, though...lol). I haven't finished or started posting this one yet on AO3...so I'm not sure it counts...but Dull Scissors is probably my most inspired name for a fic (it’s Samson and Delilah Howe and Cullen...), even if it is super on the nose. lol.

13. What’s your longest work of the year?

Of the three *finished* things I’ve posted this year (I’ve written lots of chapters of other perpetually unfinished things), The Benefits of Sleeping with a Witch is the longest at 4496 words.

14. What’s your shortest work of the year?

Oh easy! It's New Names at 456 words, a very silly conversation between a reunited/reconciled Stede and Ed from Our Flag Means Death.

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

“fluff”...of course (should really be ‘Warden things’ but I apparently don’t use that as much as I thought on AO3)!

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Awake Chapter 97 Boy or Girl?

AO3

By the fifth month, Bella is felling better. Still occasionally sick, mostly in the mornings but well enough that Jacob can return to work full time and run with the pack.

 

“This baby better be a girl because, I am not going through this again.” She tells Alice and Jasper the day before the ultrasound.

 

“I can understand that. I know how bad you were feeling.” Carlisle brought Jasper to sit with her and use his gift to help with the severity of her symptoms.

 

“Oh man. Did I ever thank you for what you did to help?”

 

“Yes, you did. It is really no problem, Bella.”

 

“No problem! Shoot, you are the only man who knows what major morning sickness feels like.”

 

He shrugs it off.

 

“Bella, if this baby happens to be a boy, what will you name him?” Alice asks.

 

“Well, we want to stay with S, so we are thinking Samson.”

 

“As in Delilah?”

 

She laughs. “Yes, but also as in strong and invincible.”

 

“That’s appropriate.” She has to admit.

 

“We think so.”

 

“A girl is Faith Renee, right?”

 

“Right, after both our moms.”

 

“Nice.” Jasper smiles at her.

 

The next day

 

“Okay, the baby is measuring right where she is supposed to.” Carlisle smiles as he waits for them to catch it.

 

“She!” they say together.

 

“Yes, a definite girl.”

 

“Thank God! Thank God!” Bella prays.

 

“A daughter. That is so excellent.” Agrees her daddy.

 

“She is alright?”

 

“She is perfect.” He turns the monitor around.

 

“Well hello Faith Renee.” Jake’s voice catches.

 

“It’s a girl.” Alice walks in, a huge smile on her face. The things she can do with a girl, the clothes she can buy.

 

“Yes, thank God!” Bella exclaims.

 

“Congratulations. She will need all new clothes. She cannot wear her brother ‘s,” the very thought makes Alice shudder, “so can I please get her some?”

 

“Of course.” Bella is laughing as she watches her daughter move around.

 

“Rose, Emmett, Jaz, Esme, they are having a girl.”

 

Rose is just as excited as Alice. They all are. “All but one.” Bella thinks, “I wonder how he would react.”

 

When they walk into the Cullen’s  massive living room to tell their sons, they find out not everyone is happy they are having a girl.

 

“Samuel, Solomon, mommy and daddy have some news. You are going to have a baby sister.”

 

They look up from the trucks and cars they were playing with and then look at each other.

 

“No, baby brother.” Samuel says.

 

“No Samuel, mommy is having a girl.”

 

“No girl. Baby brother.” He insists as Solomon nods along.

 

“Oh boy.” Bella shakes her head.

 

“Yes boy!” Samuel shouts.

 

Emmett, watching this, burst out laughing. The boys laugh with him.

 

“Not helpful Emmett.” Jake says even as his own giggle escapes.

 

Bella finds none of this funny. She turns to Carlisle. “What do we do?”

 

“Don’t worry Bella. It is normal for them to be fixated on their own gender at their age. Besides that, they are surrounded by males. It will be hard for them to imagine having a sister.”

 

“So what do we do?”

 

“Just keep telling them they are having a sister. They will get it even if it is after she is born. If they have any little girl playmates at church, having some play dates will help.”

 

“We can do that.” Jake replies.

 

“Congratulations you guys.” Esme hugs them.

 

“Thanks. A daughter. I am so excited.”

 

“It is going to be so much fun!” Rose squeals.

 

Later that day, after the boys and their parents have left, Carlisle calls his son.

 

“Edward, I thought you might like to know, Bella is having a daughter.”

 

“Is she?” His voice is dulled by pain.

 

“Yes,” he tries to cheer him up, “and the boys aren’t happy about it. They insisted they are having a brother. It was quite cute.”

 

“Well, they don’t know anything else.”

 

“That is what I told them.”

 

“Good. Well they got their little girl. That is one reason they decided on another. It worked out.”

 

“Edward, they didn’t do this to hurt you. They are just living their lives.”

 

“Yes, I know that Carlisle. Tell her congratulations from me.” He hangs up.

 

Carlisle stares at the phone in his hand. Edward has never hung up on him before. He has to get him back home. He will not lose his son.

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i love samson so much and the samson and delilah parallels with him and cullen and the breaking of his armor to weaken him just have me,,, absolutely tender and so,,, i had to colour this lil doodle

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Hey there! How abput 2, 10, 19 and 31 from the couples ask?? I'm curious about Samson/Delilah/Cullen and also Carver/Nate so choose whichever you think fits better for each question! :))

Thank you for these! I answered a few others for Carver/Nate here if you’re curious (and some of these answers are hidden in my very long-winded responses to those!).

I hope you don’t mind that I’m going to answer these as if Samson, Delilah, and Cullen are attending some kind of relationship counseling session because they are all talking over each other in my brain. Without spoilering my WIP fic for them, I’ll say that this is assuming a slightly different ending than what I have planned, for the sake of being able to answer all the questions in their own voices.

2. Does this [the thing that first attracted them to each other] change over time? What things do they find “hot” about their partner after they’ve been together for some time, and have had more time to, well, notice and appreciate?

“Well, Cullen...your stupid hair got a lot better over the years, for one,” Samson offers, reaching up to muss it back into its naturally curly state.

“And your...uhhh...” Cullen looks a bit stuck, as he glances furtively over Samson’s physique and his sheepishness quickly gives way to its usual concern for him. He’s still so much thinner than he should be, but he has to admit he looks better, more healthy, less sallow than he has since their time together in Kirkwall. “Your resolve is...admirable.”

Samson laughs. “S’ok, Knight-Captain, you can say it...you’ve always been enchanted by my beautiful mud-colored eyes.”

Delilah rolls her eyes. “You both clean up quite handsomely, if I do say so myself.”

“That’s just blowin’ air back up yer own arse, though, ‘Lilah...”

“Fine! Then I suppose I’ve come to appreciate your hands. You do give great massages, among other things. And Cullen’s...hmmm...well, he ended up being a really great kisser, didn’t he?”

Samson folds his arms across his chest. “I wouldn’t know.”

“I kiss you!” Cullen protests. “I kissed you just this morning when I got out of bed! And then again after lunch!”

“Oh. Right. Well, those were just like, little henpecks, though. They don’t count, do they? Anyway, they weren’t very good. Kind of weak, if ya ask me...”

“Maker’s breath! You’re impossible!”

10. What scares them about entering a relationship?

“Who said anything about a relationship?!” Samson glances around him exaggeratedly. “I am a prisoner here! This is literally a dungeon!”

“The Inquisitor has offered you your own quarters...and you’re free to go whenever you’d like now that you’ve fulfilled the terms of your service to the Inquisition.”

“But I’ve made friends down here...with the rats...and their fleas...”

Delilah snorts.

“Fitting, eh?” He nudges his elbow into her side.

“You said it! Not me...”

Cullen clears his throat. “In the past...we...” He stops, shaking his head. “Well, I’ve certainly made a lot of mistakes. And certain regrets...and fears about slipping back into old habits...and guilt -- Maker, so much guilt! I suppose it all makes these kinds of things especially difficult.”

Delilah places her hand on top of his as he begins to clench it into a fist. He opens it up and turns it over, interlacing his fingers between hers. Samson watches them for a moment with a strange fondness, and then inhales sharply.

"What he means is that we’ve both been real shitty bastards over the years, to each other and to plenty of other people, too. And Delilah over here...”

Delilah lifts an eyebrow skeptically at him.

“She used to murder her patrons...and make pies out of ‘em. And feed ‘em to her horde of demon-possessed cats back in Amaranthine.” He puts his hand up next to his face and whispers loudly to the therapist, “Did you know her father was Rendon Howe? The Butcher of Denerim?!”

Delilah cackles, and Cullen looks up with a relieved smile.

“So there’s some trust issues, I guess.” Samson shrugs, then places his own hand on top of theirs.

19. Are they okay with public displays of affection? Do they like them?

"Before Samson was pardoned, it was a rather well-known secret that the three of us were...involved...in something,” Delilah explains. “Rumors about me and Cullen, of course...”

Cullen looks surprised to hear this. 

“Then me and Samson...and Samson and Cullen...all kinds of things.”

“Me and Samson?!” Cullen scoffs.

Delilah nods. “Soldiers are the worst gossips. Right next to hairdressers.” She winks.

“Leliana seemed to predict it,” Cullen mutters. “I wonder if she had something to do with the rumors...”

“No, darling...most people simply have eyes that they can see with. And you were rather obvious about your crush on me. All those strolls along the ramparts...”

“I was consulting with you regarding the care of our soldiers!”

“And I would say that your sad excuses for ‘training’ exercises with me were rife with sexual tension,” Samson adds.

Cullen opens his mouth to defend himself, but snaps it shut again, shaking his head. “Fine. I’ll grant you that,” he says.

“But now that he’s a free man...” Delilah smiles.

“I’m not, I tell ya!”

“...we don’t even have to pretend it’s a secret.”

“And lucky me! I get pathetic little pecks on the mouth from the Inquisition Commander twice a day, and ‘Lilah likes to grab my arse so everyone knows I’m hers.”

31. What little thing do they find incredibly (though harmlessly) annoying about their partner?

“His sneer!” Cullen points at Samson as he sneers back at him obligingly.

Samson turns toward Delilah. “Her stubbornness!”

“Their bickering...” she drawls.

(Questions from this relationship ask list...)

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @pinkfadespirit (omg...how do you manage to both art and write so wonderfully?!) and @cleverblackcat​ (who had me tearing up a little with that snippet...nbd) today. 

I...uh, this is the very end of something I was inspired to pick back up today for some reason, featuring these two at the end of a very long arc which I still have to finish planting the seeds for and watering a bunch in a few other WIPs (just know that Samson has insisted they’re not on at least three other occasions before this):

“Thank you both...for taking such good care of Delilah,” he says, shaking each of their hands with far more enthusiasm than either of them expected. “You’re welcome to come visit us in Amaranthine any time!”

Delilah nods in agreement with a bemused smirk at the two of them, and then pulls them both into a hug, planting a kiss wordlessly on each of their cheeks.

As they turn to leave, Samson sneaks a glimpse at Cullen’s face. It’s more than just his usual look of befuddlement -- there’s a funny mix of horror and realization on his cursedly handsome mug as he finally turns to look at Samson.

“Does he think we’re…?”

Samson scratches his whiskered chin thoughtfully for a minute. “Well...aren’t we?”

Fin.

(lol)

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Hello!!!

I've come with questions 😁

From the 'No excuse writing meme' , would you like to tell us about First and What if , please?

Thank you ❣️

Yes! I would LOVE to! Forgive me for hopping into another fic (Dull Scissors) which I've been poking at again. This one may never see the light of AO3, but I'm hoping, if I can just keep listening to the same song on repeat in my car in between errands, it'll just write itself.

FIRST...

“I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?” the stern-looking woman asks, eyeing her skeptically.

“Delilah Howe.”

“Howe…?” The woman hesitates. “From…?”

“Amaranthine…” she says in her most even-sounding voice as she braces herself for the shock and/or horror and/or revulsion that often comes after such revelations.

(yes, I'm choosing to write this one with slashes and modern shorthand because of Delilah's voice or something...it's a conscious stylistic decision, because I am a Very Serious Writer, ok?!...)

WHAT IF? This whole fic is one big WHAT IF/crack fic, but I suppose, WHAT IF Delilah Howe had stayed in Amaranthine instead of impulsively heading to Skyhold to volunteer her skills as an amateur healer and very capable hairdresser after losing her husband in the Mage-Templar war? Well, then she would probably just be trying to keep her shop open, living a respectable life as a humble widow with the occasional visit from her very supportive brother or her son, never having met Cullen, who develops an instant crush on her because she's the sassy hardened-by-life nurturer of his dreams (she reminds him of his sister...? Cullen! Bro...), or Samson, who is just so much fun to write, and the three of them would've never spent that one memorable night together before Delilah finds out her husband is actually still alive.

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OTP(s) in GIFs...

My GIF game is weak, but @serial-chillr tagged me in this and I've spent all morning scrolling through GIFs to bring you a selection that best captures these relationships...

Morrigan/Blackwall (in The Witch & The Warden) (eating bamboo is like whittling, right? and pandas are fake bears, sooo...)

Morrigan/Alistair (in Kieran)

Fenris/Hawke (pre-fenhanders in Lost & Found)

Fenris/Anders (eventually in Lost & Found)

And for eventual Fenris/Hawke/Anders...my general go-to polyshipping GIF

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Sunday Scissors

Ok, so it’s more of a butter knife/cheese spreader for now because I can’t be bothered until I’ve figured out how to draw this shitty impossible angle of face (and fix Cullen’s hair), but I’ve been resketching this thing I did by hand a few months ago so that I might someday actually finish it! Realizing now how much it looks like that pose...you know the one. And that’s not a bad thing. Not at all.

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Birthentine’s Bits, Anyone?

lol...bits...

Anyway, my birthday is on Monday, and I would love it if someone felt compelled to send me a prompt from this year’s 14 Days of DA Lovers List (I’ve typed them out below the read more if that’s easier than clicking the link) or general asks/prompts/whathaveyous (fluffy or not) about any of the following pairings that are constantly in rotation in my head these days:

Anora/Zevran & Alistair (and sometimes Isabela) as my new favorite semi-platonic polycule (in the background of Kieran)

Morrigan/Alistair (in Kieran)

Fenris/Anders (in Linked...part of my Dark Sprawl AU...)

Fenris/MarianHawke/Anders (in Lost & Found)

Morrigan/Blackwall (currently banging in The Witch & The Warden)

Nathaniel Howe/Carver Hawke (in Warden Hawke)

Stroud/Loghain (I know I officially left them in the Deep Roads in Together Into the Abyss, but I’m always happy to write more Stroghainoff fluff if anyone wants it...lol)

Merrill/Isabela (just...in general...)

Delilah Howe/Cullen/Samson (in my perpetually in-progress cracky song fic Dull Scissors)

14 Days of DA Lovers Prompt List:

1. Flirty Banter 2. Slow Dance 3. Sugar & Spice 4. A Favor 5. Kissing in the Rain 6. Declaration 7. Pride 8. Companion 9. Enchantment 10. Blood Lotus 11. Envy 12. Silk 13. Euphoric 14. *Free Choice*

Surprise BONUS Words...

15. Faded 16. Worthy 17. Dispel 18. Forbidden

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Back on My Bullshit...Friday!

Look. I know it’s not even alliteration. But I missed WIP Wednesday cuz I was busy finishing a thing. And now I’m workin’ on some Morriwall again! It’s been awhile. I may have forgotten how to write these two between the Merribela fluff and the Stroghainoff and the weird Samson and Delilah (and Cullen) stuff my brain has been spewing lately...but we’re getting there! I’m hoping to have another (semi-smutty) chapter of The Witch and the Warden up this weekend some time. Then maybe back to Morristair? Fenhanders? IDK...the muse is a shifty bastard.

“I don’t know what he saw in me...the only thing that motivated me then was avoiding the consequences of my crimes.”

“Sometimes, that’s exactly what the Wardens are looking for.” Morrigan smirks, and her eyes drift off to somewhere else entirely.

“What about you?” Blackwall asks, hoping to deflect some of his discomfort and vulnerability back on her. “And the Hero of Ferelden? There’s rumors there, too, y’know…”

“I am well aware of the rumors, most of them false…”

“But he is your boy’s father, yeah?”

“Yes. He was a good father, and a good partner. And the best friend I’ve ever had. For a time, we had respite, as a family, but only for a time. He started to hear the Calling, too. Like your Warden. Except there was no heroic death for him. We were perfectly capable of defending ourselves against Darkspawn.”

“So what? He just...left? Or you left him?”

Morrigan turns back to look at him, her eyes flashing fierce and golden and furious. “You ask that as if you might have come up with a better solution?”

“No...I -- “

“The Calling,” she continues brusquely, “is the song of an Archdemon. It infiltrates their mind, their blood, their very soul if one is to believe in such a thing. You have seen what it does to them. At Adamant, yes? I assure you our decision to part ways was not made lightly.”

Tagging back and forward to @parera-zuul-jar, @serial-chillr, @pinkfadespirit, @hawkeish, @whatsherfacewrites, @gothkimmyschmidt, @zuendwinkel, @blarrghe, @hermiowngranger, @factorykat, @whatsherfacewrites, @funkypoacher, @hollyand-writes, @juniper-tree, @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold, @untouchable-face, and y’know...anyone else who wants to throw some words- and/or art-in-progress up today or whenever! Just...consider yourself tagged!

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Heads Up, Seven Up!

Ok, but this was like, my favorite part about elementary school. Until the game started, and then I’d have a low-key anxiety attack about it. But still...good memories. I swear! Anyway, @wardenari tagged me for the last seven lines I’ve written...I’m not gonna try and ‘splain myself at all...just...have ‘em!

Delilah returns, looking a bit pink in the cheeks. Whether it’s from the cold or some kind of uncharacteristic sheepishness is hard to tell.

“Missed you…” Samson coos in the uncomfortable silence that follows.

“Sorry...I couldn’t think. I needed the cold and the wind to snap me out of it, to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.”

“Good dream or bad dream?”

“Neither...it just...didn’t feel real.” She slumps down on the bed next to Samson, who reaches for her hand. “I mourned for him. I grieved and I mourned for him like he was dead.”

“So what now?” Cullen asks.

“I...don’t know.”

Tagging along to seven more people (because it seems appropriate): @paramorphic-zuul-jar (that counts as two!), @serial-chillr, @convenientcoma, @funkypoacher, @whatsherfacewrites, and @pinkfadespirit! (But also, like, anyone can feel free to do this and tag me in your stuff! ❤️)