#the littlest nugs

[dusty-anderson]

@dylandunsmore​

outside dylan’s apartment

Dusty was sat outside Dylan’s apartment like a beggar, cradling his knees at his chest. Some passers by even tossed him loose change which he didn’t even argue about. As soon as he saw the littlest Dunsmore, Dustin stood up and towered above her. “Did you know that you...” he pointed with his hand still in his holed hoodie. “Are my favorite Dunsmore? Best of the bunch. A real...nug of gold.” he sweetened with the exact words he said to every Dunsmore that he needed help from. “DJ is workin’ and I lost my keys. Danny...just flipped me off through the window. Help me?”

[menskitchenmagazine]

How much is a gram of marijuana

Exploring the universe of marijuana expects us to bargain in a specialty culture with a particularly characterised evaluating framework. The marijuana business evaluates blossom utilising both the supreme and decimal standards, and there is a lot of language used to reference standard sums. This can be very confusing to somebody without a scale or involvement with weed culture while attempting to decide how much a gram, eighth, quarter or ounce expenses and what a shopper ought to hope to see.

Marijuana regularly is offered to purchasers in a single gram, one-eighth of an ounce, a quarter-ounce, a half-ounce, or a full ounce with a cost break for bigger sums. Most dispensaries cap individual deals at one ounce for each visit, so clients probably won't anticipate returning home with anything bigger than an ounce of blossom. Cultivators and wholesalers, notwithstanding, as often as possible arrangement in half-pounds and full pounds while offering to dispensaries.

 One gram

How much is a gram of weed? A gram of weed is sufficient to move one joint or pack two dishes; it's normally the littlest amount of maryjane bloom a dispensary will offer to pot customers. A gram of weed normally seems to be a norm or normal size nug. Before sporting or clinical cannabis were sanctioned in the US, individuals conversationally alluded to a gram of weed as a "dime sack" since it sold for about $10. Today, numerous dispensaries sell single grams of weed for around $15 relying upon the nature of the item.

One eighth

At the point when you hear individuals discuss "an eighth" with regards to pot, they are alluding to one-eighth of an ounce of bloom. This is an extremely famous sum among buyers. One eighth [1/8th] is equivalent to 3.5 grams of weed and ordinarily will add up to a decent modest bunch whenever held in one palm. An eighth of weed will create around four great estimated, pre-roll joints. Contingent on the strain and maker, the cost of an eighth will for the most part fluctuate from $20 to $65 in addition to any relevant state or neighbourhood charges in lawful pot markets. Gram of weed, gram of weed, gram of weed

Quarter ounce

One more famous sum among buyers hoping to set aside cash is one-fourth of an ounce. This is comparable to seven grams of pot and delivers around seven sizable joints or pre-rolls. Individuals frequently allude to this sum basically as "a quarter" or "a quad."

Half ounce

A half-ounce or 14 grams of pot bloom is much of the time bought by clinical cannabis patients and high-volume sporting shoppers. A half-ounce of weed costs anywhere somewhere in the range of $100 and $160, causing it an extraordinary choice for individuals who have found a strain they truly appreciate and need to save money on the expense per gram. For the most part, the bigger the amount, the more bang shoppers hope to get for their buck. Dispensaries often offer remarkable arrangements on sums this size and bigger. A half-ounce, likewise alluded to as "a half-O" or just "a half," can deliver in excess of 25 joints and up to 14 dulls.

Half pound

When pot is being measured with regards to pounds, it's for the most part with regards to business-to-business deals. A half-pound is equivalent to 226.8 grams or eight ounces of weed. Industry labourers in some cases allude to this sum as a "half pack" or a "half-pounder." The sum normally occupies the room of a portion of a bowling ball. In certain examples, the business experts might bargain in quarter pounds of weed blossom, which are usually alluded to as "QPs." On the off chance that ground up, a half-pound of pot is roughly 13.5″ (length) x 7.2″ (width) x 6.25″ (level).

One pound

One full pound of weed is equivalent to 453.6 grams of bloom, can pack as many as 1,000 dishes or 500 joints, and occupies the room of a full bowling ball. One pound is a regular estimation for cultivators and enormous scope purchasers or processors. Sun-developed or open air weed costs around $100 per pound of blossom to deliver. Notwithstanding, when marijuana is filled in a nursery or inside, creation expenses can increment from $250 to $475 per pound. A pound top rack blossom is sold at discount at about $750 with costs fluctuating extraordinarily for more seasoned or lower-grade items. By and large, a pound of weed costs somewhere in the range of $250 to $1,000 in many business sectors, however the cost of a pound fluctuates extraordinarily relying upon factors including the quality, state, and whether it has become indoor or outside. When ground through an accurate business processor, a full pound of ground pot is generally 13.65″ (length) x 10.75″ (width) x 9.75″ (level).

The amount Is A Half Ounce: Value Breaks On Weed

Weed Costs: The amount Weed Expenses and The amount to Purchase 1

So you will get some weed. Yahoo! In any case, pause… What amount would it be a good idea for you to get? What number of joints could that be? What amount will that container or sack of buds cost? At any rate, what amount does the typical individual consume each day? Every sensible inquiry, which we're here to reply to.

This aid on weed costs will give you some reference focused on how much weed to purchase during your next Colorado weedcation, and it'll provide you with a smart thought of the amount you'll pay for your reserve. Nobody needs to overpay for pot and afterward have such a lot of additional they abandon it. Make certain to securely have an arrangement for going with your reserve!

List of chapters

Gram or eighth: Purchasing Weed Tests

How Costly is a Quarter: Weed for Strain Assortment

How much is a Half Ounce: Value Breaks on Weed

The amount Does it Cost to Purchase an Ounce of Weed?

High-CBD Hemp Blossom: Weed Without the High

Habitually Posed Inquiries about the Expense of Weed

What is the cost of weed?

Gram or eighth: Purchasing Weed Tests

In the event that you're new to a strain, a gram or an eighth (3.5 grams, an eighth of an ounce) will make an ideal test (Read our article on the normal loads to purchase Marijuana).

For reference, dispensary pre-rolls regularly tip the scales at a gram. Grams will cost somewhere in the range of $5-15 and are the most un-proficient according to an expense viewpoint, however they're great for attempting a strain before you focus on that full ounce.

On the off chance that you're hoping to provide a strain with two or three attempts and get a genuine vibe for it after more than a few meetings, we suggest an eighth. It's the most considered normal weight bought by most pot shoppers because of its moderateness and comfort.

The cost of an eighth can shift altogether around the nation, yet they by and large reach from $25-$55 in Colorado and West Coast to upwards of $60 on the East Coast. A great many people will be joyfully hummed on a careful spending plan of 1-2 grams each day. I've tried it, and you might fit a full eighth of Marijuana or crude natural hemp blossom inside a security case.

How Costly Is a Quarter: Weed for Strain Assortment

A quarter is 1/4 of an ounce and weighs 7 grams. Quarters regularly range from $50 to $80 in lawful business sectors, with expenses in restriction states surpassing $120 in certain areas.

On the off chance that you like having various burdens close by - like Sativa in the first part of the day and indica at night and perhaps some Crude Hemp Bloom, CBD Kief or even Delta-8 Blossom (for shifted impacts) - this amount is ideally suited for keeping a decent estimated stash close by without overdoing it. Minor value breaks can at times be seen at a quarter (contingent upon the particular dispensary or parental figure), yet don't anticipate them. Note that cost breaks allude to the cost per gram rather than the absolute expense.

The amount Is A Half Ounce: Value Breaks On Weed

Tipping the scales at 14 grams, this amount is where you'll begin to see more significant cost breaks. Half ounces by and large expense somewhere in the range of $90 and $160 in dispensaries. Yet again valuing is commonly higher in regions where no lawful market exists.

We suggest purchasing at this amount on the off chance that you're a heavier smoker or have a high resistance. It very well may be smart to keep some Crude Hemp Blossom from a believed source like Canna Solaces close by to 'expand' the existence of your marijuana. It's significantly less costly and goes around $30 for an eighth. It's lawful to purchase Hemp Blossom on the web and have it sent to you.

Assuming that the dispensary allows you to blend and match the eighths of weed that include the half-ounce (some do, however once more, don't anticipate it; ask your budtender), you'll get a pleasant equilibrium between reasonableness and strain assortment.

The amount is A Half Ounce: Value Breaks On Weed

Tipping the scales at 14 grams, this amount is where you'll begin to see more significant cost breaks. Half ounces by and large expense somewhere in the range of $90 and $160 in dispensaries. Yet again evaluating is commonly higher in regions where no lawful market exists.

We suggest purchasing at this amount in the event that you're a heavier smoker or have a high resilience. It may very well be really smart to keep some Crude Hemp Bloom from a believed source like Canna Solaces close by to 'broaden' the existence of your pot. It's significantly less costly and goes around $30 for an eighth. It's lawful to purchase Hemp Bloom on the web and have it sent to you.

Assuming the dispensary allows you to blend and match the eighths of pot that contain the half-ounce (some do, however once more, don't anticipate it; ask your budtender), you'll get a decent equilibrium between moderateness and strain assortment.

[chickensarentcheap]

Tyler post :) Kid centric :)

Because @tragiclyhip​ missed this shit.  lol

@secretaryunpaid​, @youflickedtooharddamnit​

A little throw back!

After thirty six hours of active labour and my stubborn AF wife refusing to cave in to a c-section,  we’re finally a family of three.  It’s overwhelming and exciting and just a little scary.  And a whole lot emotional. I’m still in complete awe that she’s not only here, but that I somehow managed to help make such a beautiful little human.  Welcome to the world, Amelia Grace. You’re our miracle.  Now remember, I’m rusty at this whole dad thing and your mum’s a complete a rookie at...well...being a mum.  Go easy on us okay?

#lookatallthathair

One of my most favourite pictures ever. Taken not long after I was released from not only the hospital, but in patient rehab.   We were still adjusting to living together and expecting a baby while still really trying to get to know one another.   This is her ‘special smile’.  The one that is reserved solely for me. I know the difference between it and other smiles.  This is one of many times I realized I was in love with her.  Yet didn’t have the balls to tell her. 

Out shopping with the littlest bloke.  Nice hair, son. Looks familiar.  

#greattaste

It’s like I blinked and she grew up.   I don’t like it.  Make it stop.

This is more like it. Where did these days go?

And this one just blossomed when I wasn’t looking.  What the fuck is going on? Why are my girls like this? Why are they so beautiful? You know how many creeps I’m going to be forced to scare away? How many heads I’ll have to bust?

At least she’s staying little and cute.  And a daddy’s girl. For now.

#miniversionofmumma

Look at his handsome bloke.  Chip off the old block.

#mummasbabyboy

When he was born, everyone (who seemed to have problems with red heads) told us ‘don’t worry, the colour will fade’

Ten years later:

The wife and I do damn good work, yeah?

So proud of this bloke.  Went totally out of his comfort zone when Andy invited him on a camping trip on his ancestral lands in the northern territory.  Everyone in the tribe accepted Nugs with open arms and he’s having the time of his life.

The wife:  “We don’t need a lake house.  We already have enough places to visit when we want to get away.”

“Well guess what, honey. We’re getting one anyway.”

[maiyami]

ℍ𝕠𝕥-ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: 𝒦𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓀𝒾 𝐵𝒶𝓀𝓊𝑔𝑜𝓊 𝒳 𝐹𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑜

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕊𝕞𝕦𝕥, 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗, 𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖.

ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝟙𝟠+

ＡＬＬ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲＳ ＡＲＥ ＡＧＥＤ ＵＰ！ １８＋

During your time at UA, many of the other students found you scary. Either it being the resting bitch face you always wore or how powerful your quirk was. Everyone was nervous to approach you, too worried to say the wrong thing too you. Granted you weren’t the easiest person to talk too, you were a bit of a hot-head. Sometimes the littlest things would set you off, one of those things being Katsuki Bakugou. You two always seemed to butt heads when it came to just about everything. You didn’t mind it though, it was fun pushing his buttons, until he pushed them back on you.

That didn’t change much when you both graduated, or when you decided to work for his agency. Whatever possessed you to work with him was beyond yourself, but you enjoyed it. You may bump heads but everyone could tell how attracted you both were to each other. Katsuki doesn’t give praise at all, but it seems as so that you’re the only one who is worthy of it. It wasn’t a secret that you’ve had a crush on him ever since your time at UA, but you let it slide due to professional reasons. Who wants to be known as the person who fucks their boss?

You had returned from patrol, bruised up and bloody. You went up to Katsukis office to give in some paperwork, you opened the door to find him speaking to Kirishima. He had stopped by to see if he could catch some lunch with his best friend. You must have looked worse than you though because they both stopped mid-conversation when they saw you. Looking over you, mouths half open. Just stared back at them, no expression on your face.

“What the hell happened too you?” Katsuki asked, his eyes haven’t left your body since the moment you walked in. You shrugged, throwing some papers onto his desk. “Nothing, I’m alright.” You said back. Kirishima came running over too you, putting his hands on your arms. Katsuki was practically shooting daggers into his best friends back when he started to touch you. “Don’t lie! You look horrible, did you see a doctor yet?” Kirishima questioned you. You pushed him off, annoyance coming to your face. “I’m fine. I already said that.” You repeated yourself. Kirishima backed off, he knew he didn’t want to push you. As you were walking back to the door, the sound of Katsukis voice stopped you. “Where are you going now.” He questioned. 

You looked over your shoulder slightly, rolling your eyes. “Back on patrol, what else?” You snapped back. He ‘Tsked’ at you. “No you’re not, you need to go get checked out.” He said back. You fully turned around, completely annoyed at this point. “What do you both not understand? I am FINE. Stop worrying dumbasses.” You practically yelled back, then you were out the door slamming it behind you. Katsuki sighed, rubbing his eyes as his best friend turned to look at him. “Stubborn fucking woman.” Katsuki muttered under his breath. Kirishima laughed a little, sitting back down to face his friend. “Kind of remindes me of how you used to be.” He said with that big goofy grin on his face. Katsuki muttered something under his breath, grabbing the papers on the desk. “Whatever, we can get lunch another time, I have to go over these papers now.” He shot back at him. As Kirishima started to leave, he said something at the door way. “Bro, just admit it. You love seeing that fire in her eyes when she talks too you.” 

Katsuki looked up at him, his eyes narrowed in on the red head. “What?” He hissed back at him. Kirishima laughed, something soft but it was still a laugh. “Come on, man. I know you’ve had something for her since we were in school. It’s kind of obvious, you always want to make sure she’s okay. You never do that with anyone else. You act like she is frail, and want to protect her.” Kirishima said back. Katsuki was taken back slightly, he knows he treats you like an equal. He only pushes when he knows you are actually hurt, or way over your head. “What part of her is frail? She is one of the toughest people I know, but she goes overboard sometimes.” Katsuki snapped back. Kirishima just smiled, waving goodbye. “Exactly. You care.” He said then he was out the door. 

“I care?” Katsuki thought. Well of course he cares, you were there for him through the most shittiest times in his life. Also not a lot of people can put up with him for as long as you and Kirishima have. Obviously he likes you around, shit when you actually smiled at him it made his heart beats a little harder. He just tried to not let it run his life, you do work for him after all. Maybe that thought is for another day, Katsuki didn’t want to ruin what was going on with you both. He started to go over the paperwork you had left him on his desk. Damn, did you have a hard time dealing with these villains. There was a bit of damage done to a few buildings, and many citizens were moved out because of the villains. But you came out on top, but as Katsuki looked through the report he noticed something. You broken your wrist in the fight, and you still didn’t get check out? He groaned, knowing that you were just going to further hurt yourself if you didn’t go to the hospital. So he got up, going out to your favorite patrol spot to get you. 

You were on top of a building, wrapping your wrist up while still having your eyes focused on the street. You whined a little at the pain but you’ve had worse, you can get through it. You heard the door open behind you, you turned around to find Katsuki there. “What are you doing here?” You asked him. He didn’t say anything, just came up and grabbed you by the arm. Pulling you with him back to the door, you were confused. You pulled out of his grip, looking at him. “I said what are you doing here.” Your voice sounded like venom. Katsuki hissed back at you. “I’m bringing you to the hospital, you’re wrist is broke and you’re done with work for today.” He said back. Before you could return fire, he already beat you too it. “I already sent one of the extras to take your place, no fucking arguing.” He said back.

When he says “one of the extras” he means he sent Denki. Not that you were complaining about leaving work early but you didn’t see how this was such a big deal. But you were tired and didn’t want to argue with him at this point. You spent all of about an hour that the hospital, they healed your wrist up pretty well. You didn’t even need to wear a cast this time, just some bandages. While you were about to leave to go home, Katsuki held onto your arm and pulled you with him. “Excuse me, I was going to go home.” You said too him. He just rolled his eyes at you, pulling you along. “We are getting something to eat.” He said. You tired to pull away but his grip was tight. “I don’t need anything to-“ you started to say but then you were cut off.

“I know you haven’t eaten, stop being stubborn and come have dinner with me.” He shot back. You rolled your eyes, then you felt your stomach grumble a little. Damnit he was right, you completely skipped lunch while you were fighting that villain. Whatever, no harm in having dinner. “Fine.” You said back at him. Everything in Katsuki told him to smile but he held back. You both made your way to the restaurant. It was a cute little place, plus it was barbecue your favorite. The meal was great, you both just talked about your days. Yours more crazy than his today, drinks were flowing it was nice. It was one of the few times that you just enjoyed each other, not arguing.

The night didn’t stop there, you both ended up back at his place. The conversation was flowing just as much as the drinks were. Both sitting on the couch, the tv on for background noise as you both just listened to each other. “You’ve come a long way, King Explosion Murder.” You teased at him. He laughed back, nugging you with his arm. “At least I’ve gotten better than you, y/n.” He said back. It was pretty rare when you got to see this side of him. The spark in his eyes, soft pink blush across his cheeks, and that smile. God that smile could have all your troubles washed away. “I’m not THAT bad.” You laughed back.

Katsuki couldn’t get over how sweet you could actually be, he knew you could but he just barely saw it. He loves when you get that fire in your eyes, don’t get him wrong but he enjoyed this side of you more. Soft giggles coming from your plump lips, joy in your y/c/e, and how pink your cheeks were from the drinks. It was just something he loved to be around, you are that something. You were a hot-head like him, but your sweet side was something he could never compare too. As you spoke a piece of your hair fell in front of your face. Katsuki doesn’t know why he does this, but he leans forward to push it behind your ear.

You just look at him, the content in his face as he did this. His eyes never leaving yours, while you looked back at him. You don’t know if it’s the booze or just the way the air was feeling around you both but you leaned in. Katsuki followed, moving his hand to the side of your face. He pulled you in closer, your lips were almost touching. You both waited to see who would make the first move, it was him. He fully leaned in, connecting your lips to his. It was breathtaking, his lips were soft. He leaned back to look over your face, this time you were the one that wanted more.

You let your hand slip behind his neck, pulling him back. This kiss was more intense, more passionate. Katsuki pulled you so you were straddling his lap, gripping onto your hips. Your parted your mouth slightly, a soft moan escaping yours lips. Katsuki took that opportunity to let his tongue slip past your lips. His tongue danced around with yours, you held on tighter to his neck. You caught his lower lip between your teeth, pulling on it slightly before letting go. He groaned at the feeling, pulling you so you were right up against his chest. What a time for the booze to ware off.

You came to your senses, noticing what you were doing. You broke the kiss off and just kind of stared wide-eyed at him. It must have wore off for him too because he was looking back at you the same way. You quickly got off his lap, fixing your clothes a little before standing up. “Thanks for dinner, Katsuki. It was really great, I should get going.” You said quickly, fumbling over your words. “Y-Yah, I had a good time. See you tomorrow.” He said back and you were quickly out the door. Katsuki sighed loudly, hitting his hands onto the couch. “Damnit.” He said to himself. He put his hands into his lap, only to find that he was completely hard. “Fuck.” He said to himself once more, getting up to get into the shower.

You were just standing outside his house, your back against the front door. You let her fingers trail your lips, committing the way his lips felt on yours to memory. How the fuck are you going to face him at work tomorrow. You hit your head on the door, looking up at the sky. Shit, might as well try to put what happened tonight behind you. However your heart just couldn’t calm down. This is what Katsuki Bakugou does too you, and you don’t think this feeling will ever go away. “Damnit.” You said under your breath before you started your way home.

As the days pasted, You and Katsuki tried your hardest to avoid each other. Not even giving each other passing glances as you walked by each other. Kirishima even noticed that Katsuki was more on edge than usual. You sighed as you stopped at his office, calling in to let him know you were going on patrol. Katsuki said alright, not even asking where and then you were off. Kirishima gave him a weird look, seeing the tension in his friend. “What’s going on, man?” He asked. Katsuki let out a sigh, burying his face into his hands.

“I fucking kissed her.” He said to Kirishima. Kirishima eyes widened and a smile came to his mouth. “No way! How was it?” He asked his friend. Katsuki sighed once more, picking his head from his hands. “Fuck, it was the best thing that could have ever happened. But I freaked her out! She won’t even talk too me.” He said in a huff. Kirishima just laughed a little, leaning back in his chair. “Dude, you have to talk to her. I know you care for her, man. Just tell her.” He said back. Katsuki just rubbed the back of his neck, looking at his friend. “I don’t know.” He said back. Kirishima laughed, a big laugh at Katsuki. “I know you, I know you never back down. Fucking tell her, bro.” Kirishima said back.

Kirishimas phone rang, it was one of his employees that called. “I got to go, I’ll talk to you later. Tell me how it does, alright?” He said before he was out the door. Katsuki was going over paperwork, letting the day just pass him by until he got a call from Kirishima. “I haven’t talked to her yet, dumbass.” Katsuki boomed over the phone. There was a lot of background noise, sounded like fighting. “That’s not why I’m calling! You need to come down! Y/n, got hurt and I need back up.” He yelled over the phone. Katsuki was quick, getting up to rush out of the office. “Where are you.” He asked sternly. Kirishima gave his location, told him to hurry it up.

Once Katsuki got down there, the buildings were destroyed, some are on fire, and there was bricks everywhere. Kirishima had just finished off a villain, running over to Katsuki. “Where is y/h/n!?” Katsuki yelled at him. “She’s under the ground with another villain, I think she’s trapped. I was trying to get her but they just keep coming.” Kirishima explained. Katsuki was quick, taking a few villains out before heading under ground. It was dark, but he could hear you yelling. He followed your voice, seeing that you were partly trapped under some of the street that fell under. Your left arm and leg were caught under, while the villain was laying next to you. He was knocked out.

“Hey I’m here, it’s okay.” He said calmly too you. You had fear in your eyes, there was pouring down ontop of you. “Help, please- I don’t want to die down here.” You said too him, tears coming to your eyes. Katsuki had never seen you so scared, let alone cry. He looked over the rock, then he leaned back down to you. “This is going to hurt, alright? Just he prepared, I’ll be here no matter what.” He said. You nodded at him, closing your eyes tightly. Katsuki got to work, pushing rocks off of you. Damn did it fucking hurt, you could feel the rock scraping up your skin. Both your leg and arm were broken but you could still feel it. “Fuck!” You yelled out.

“I know, I know!” He yelled back to you. “One more rock then I can get you out.” He said again then moved the big rock off your leg. You let out a scream, feeling your eyes flutter a bit from the pain. Katsuki gathered you into his arms, getting out of that dark hole. Kirishima had finished off the last villain when Katsuki came out of the ground. You were practically lifeless in his arms, just barely keeping your eyes open. “I’m bringing her to the hospital, everything all set here?” Katsuki yelled to Kirishima. He nodded back at him, waiting for the cops to come up. “I’ll send them your way if they need to talk with you.” Kirishima yelled back. Katsuki nodded at him.

It was a few hours later until you woke up, your body hurt. This time you had casts, the rocks might have really fucked you up. You looked around the room, it was dark, only lights coming in were from outside. Then you saw Katsuki, he was sitting in a chair next too you. He looked peaceful sleeping there, his head hanging a bit. You laughed a little, then reached out to tap his arm. He stirred a little, slowly waking up until he looked you in the eye. “Hey.” You said softly too him. Katsuki leaned forward, taking your hand into his. He just stared at you, you half expected him to call you a dumbass for rushing into something you shouldn’t have.

Instead he kissed your bruised knuckles, sighing softly. “Please don’t do that again.” He asked you. You were slightly confused, seeing the pain in his eyes. “What are you-“ you started to say but he cut you off. “Jumping in without thinking, I don’t want to get a call that you’ve died. Please, for me. I don’t want to lose you.” He said softly, he now had tears in his eyes. You just listened, tightening your own grip in his hand. “I didn’t know I meant that much too you.” You said back. He picked his head up fully now, looking you in the eyes. “You mean more than anything. I’ve liked you since UA, I just pushed those feelings down because I wanted to focus on being the best hero. Then you started to work for me, I didn’t know how to tell you.” He said back.

“Katsuki Bakugou, did you just confess your feelings for me?” You asked in a slightly teasing tone. He couldn’t help but have a soft smirk on his lips. “Oh shut up, dumbass.” He said back. You smiled, there’s the Katsuki you know and love. You pulled his hand, making him move so he was now sitting on your bed. “I feel the same way. I always have.” You said back too him. You let go of his hand to softly rub his cheek. “I’ll try to be more careful, okay?” You said too him. He smiled at you, leaning down to kiss you. You returned it, kissing him back. After the kiss he rested his forehead against yours. “Not going to run away this time?” He questioned. You laughed softly. “No, I’m not.” You said back.

As the months pasted, you only got closer the Katsuki. More dinner dates, more time spent with each other, and he even went out on patrol with you. A “proper” relationship as Kirishima liked to call it, which you were both happy with. It wasn’t long until you started actually dating, sure some people said things at the agency but you shut them down very quickly. Your resting bitch face said it all, you were pleased with yourself. Soon after, you had moved into his house. It was the real thing, you couldn’t be happier.

It was late, it was your day off so you decided to surprise Katsuki when he came home. You got some things ready, then you heard the door open. “Welcome home.” You yelled to him from the bathroom. He dropped his bag at the door, then took his boots off. “Thank you, Princess. How was your-“ he started to say then he saw you standing in the door way. You were dressed in this sexy two piece lingerie set. It was a dark red, see through bra and the straps of the thong high on your hips. Damnit you’re beautiful too him. His smirk said it all, he was completely pleased at how you welcomed him home. “Just waiting for me to get home, huh?” He asked as he made his way too you.

You smiled, nodding at him. “Of course, I know you had a long day. Wanted to make it better.” You said then slowly dropped to your knees in front of him. Katsuki laced his fingers through your hair, smirking down at you. “Oh ya? How are you going to do that?” He questioned. You slipped your hands up to his waistband, slowly pulling it down along with his boxers. Once they were past his crotch, his erection popped out. He was fully hard already and you hadn’t even touched him yet. You kept your eyes on his, looking up at him. “Like this.” You said then licked up his shaft. Katsuki let out a little groan, feeling his cock twitch from the sensation.

You swirled your tongue around his head, then you let his length disappear inch by inch into your mouth. You took him fully until your nose was at the base of his crotch. He shuttered above you, head lolled back as he felt the warmth of your mouth and throat. You started to work him, bobbing your head along his shaft. Your hand came up to cup his balls, slowly massaging them. He pulled you off his cock with a loud pop, looking down at you. There was saliva connecting the head of his cock to your lips. What a fucking sight he thought to himself. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” He said breathless. He leaned down to lift you into his arms, you could feel his length brushing you a little through your panties.

Once you got into the room, he placed you on the bed. Quickly slipping out of his pants and shirt. You followed, unclipping your bra to throw it on the side of the bed. Before you could pull your panties off, Katsuki was already taking care of that for you. He threw them next to your bra, looking over you. He lifted your legs to part them, seeing how wet you already were. “So fucking wet for me.” He muttered, before leaning down to lick a broad stripe up your entrance. You moaned at the feeling, then threw your head back once he started to lap at your clit. He let two fingers slowly slip into you, pleased by how easy they went in. “Princess, what got you so horny. Tell me.” He asked.

You bit your lip, feeling him work his fingers in you. “You know what did.” You half moaned at him. “Tell me.” He said back. He pumped his finger in you quicker, making your legs twitch. “Sucking your cock!” You moaned too him. He was pleased with that answer. “Good girl.” He said back then went back to licking and sucking your clit. You were a moaning mess under him, but you wanted more. “Fuck me...please.” You moaned too him. He slipped his fingers out of you slowly, giving your clit one last peak before hovering above you. “Since you asked so nicely.” He said back, rubbing the head of his cock against your opening.

You smirked, holding onto the back of your knees for him. He guided his length into you, slowly letting it disappear in. He groaned at the feeling, you were so tight for him, so wet. You bucked up into him, you wanted to feel him deeper. It made him moan, bringing a hand up to grip your throat. “Someone’s impatient.” He teased. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Just fuck me already, Katsuki.” You whined. He just gripped your throat tighter. “Don’t beg, you know what that does too me.” He said then started to thrust hard into you. That’s exactly what you wanted, to feel him deep inside you. You let out a muffled moan through his grip.

It egged him on more, thrusting harder and deeper into you. You let go of your own legs, letting them grip onto his hair instead. You tugged on it, he let out a moan himself. He took his hand off your throat, letting his hands grip the sheets by your head. “Fuck, you feel so good Princess. Like your pussy was made for my cock.” He moaned too you. You pulled him down for a heated kiss, all tongue and teeth. You broke off the kiss to moan, feeling your release coming. “You’re going to make me cum.” You moaned too him. It just made him thrust hard, sloppy since he was close too. “Fuck! Cum on my cock.” He moaned too you. After a few more pumps, you came undone on his cock. Clamping down on him, as he shot his own release.

You were both breathless, panting messes as he slipped to lay next too you. But the sex didn’t stop there, he pulled your back to his chest. Letting your leg hang over his hip as he guided his cock back into you. His hand took up camp on one of your breasts, teasing your nipple with his fingers. You moaned, letting your hand slip in front of you to toy with your clit. This was Katsuki favorite part when he had sex with you, you become even tighter after the first time you cum. The lust that builds up in you was something he could get drunk on. He let his hand slip from your breast back up to your throat.

“Fuck you’re so fucking tight for me.” He moaned into your ear. His thrusts were slower, he wanted you to feel every bit of him as he pushed his length inside of you. Sure as shit you did, this was probably your favorite position with him. “You’re going to make me cum again, fuck Katsu.” You moaned too him, pushing yourself back on his cock. Katsuki leaned in to leave little love bites on your neck and shoulder. “Mhmm..cum for me Princess.” He moaned out, then released himself again. If your walls weren’t painted white before, they sure were now. It pushed you over the edge once more, coming down from your high.

You rested your head back on his shoulder, while he softly rubbed your side. “I love you, y/n. I hope you know that.” He said softly against your hair. It was the first time he had ever told you he loves you. It almost brought tears to your eyes. You got everything you wanted in life. “I love you too.” You said back. A smile as bright as the sun on your face.

ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ:

You were pregnant, holy shit you’re pregnant. How were you going to tell Katsuki, you thought of the ways to let him know. They all seemed a little corny but who fucking cares. You decided to just leave the tests out on the counter in the bathroom. That will sure get the hint across too him. You made him his favorite dinner, and waited for him to come home.

The sound of the door opening was music to your ears, looking at your handsome man walking through. “Welcome home, babe.” You said too him from the stove. He laughed softly. “Thank you, Princess.” He said back, walking to the bathroom. You knew he always liked to shower before coming to eat. Once you heard the door shut, you just waited.

It didn’t take long for him to bust out of the bathroom, holding up the two tests too you. “What’s this?” He questioned, his eyes a little wide. You laughed, looking over him. “I think it’s pretty obvious, don’t you?” He said back. He smiled so big at you, walking over to take you into his arms. “You’re pregnant.” He said breathless. You nodded at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He leaned down to kiss you, a soft tear rolling down his cheek. He couldn’t be happier, he had everything he wanted in his life too.

[blarrghe]

ooo could you do “Can we make cake? I like cake.”

@midnightprelude also sent me this prompt, approximately a year ago now lol, and I've been dwelling on it for sooo long. Anyway I just woke up and decided to fill this very cute prompt with some Lavellan Fam and I think there’s a sequel brewing. ft. @serphena ‘s Theo and Kiara! -- Taren used to be good with kids. He used to spend his weekend mornings teaching the children of the clan traditional dances, he used to light up holiday nights with bursts of magic whisps that made them ooh and ahh, he used to tell the littlest ones, the scared ones whose parents were away, or just gone, the same old stories that had been told to him, when he'd needed them. In his heart of hearts, he always wanted kids. A family. A home. He never really talked about that. He still never really talks about that.

There are five kids at Skyhold. Five is nothing compared to the number of scampering, laughing, rambunctious children he used to sometimes be put in charge of supervising as a First, back when Keeper Deshanna thought he’d needed practice at responsible. He isn’t in charge of supervising any of the children in the fortress. He’s had more than enough practice at responsible. But they’re well taken care of, the children of this strange new clan. The baker’s daughter has her mother still, the merchant’s three children come and go, and Kiara... Kiara is just like her father, independent. And when she isn’t being independent, she’s stuck to the legs of Theo, and when Theo is away, Cassandra. He tries not to be offended by the fact that his brother’s daughter doesn’t seem to like him very much. If he were her, he wouldn’t either.

It’s a good thing, really, that there are other people to supervise the children. The Inquisitor has enough on his plate without having to worry about things like mediating fights over building blocks or soothing nightmares, and in this chaotic world with it’s green, gaping sky filled with literal demons, there have been a lot of nightmares. Now, he is the story parents tell their children when the bad dreams come at night: the Inquisitor will fix it. He has a magic hand and he’ll heal the whole sky, patch it right up.

He tries not to hear the stories, but his brother’s daughter looks at him like he’s one part mythic hero, one part imminent threat to everything she has ever loved.

She’s no stranger to danger, even though she’s barely five. Theo told him about how they used to live, running from place to place, threat to threat. Even with the gaping green hole in the sky, this is better. Skyhold feels safe. Sometimes, Skyhold feels like the only safe place in the world.

Which is why she doesn’t like Taren very much. Because every so often, when the gaping green hole is being particularly nasty, spitting out its demons and smaller tears of awful and green into the world, Taren sends her papa away. Really, Theo volunteers to go. Taren never asked for his help, he just showed up and offered it. He’s always been the kind of person who could never just stand by, they have that in common. And by the looks of things so will Kiara, one day, but right now she just misses her papa, and worries about the demons she knows are out there, and looks at Taren like he’s responsible.

And he can’t blame her. He is.

Which makes being put in charge of supervising her while both Cassandra and Theo are away exceedingly difficult. He volunteered to do it, of course. Promised Theo it would be fine, fun, even. Reminded him of how good he has always been with kids, told him he’d be grateful for the opportunity to get to know his little niece. And now she’s huffing at his every suggestion, and running away from him when he offers her dinner at the end of the long days, and hiding in her room with a doll Krem made her while refusing bedtime stories at night. Krem, who is a great, scary mercenary from a band of great, scary mercenaries, who lives in the tavern making lewd jokes and telling gory stories with Bull, is better loved by Skyhold’s children, by his own brother’s child, than he is.

Of course, he understands it. If he was a child, he’d like Krem better too. Krem makes little nug dolls with wings on them, and it’s hard to compete with that.

Still, it’s not just a jealousy thing. It’s not just a want of family or a desire to see enthusiastic appreciation for his skills at story-telling and whisp-making again. It’s not even just that he’s missed so much of his brother’s life, that he found out about Kiara when she was already four years old, and that Theo’s story about that life they had on the run sank into his heart cold. Those are all good reasons to feel a sense of determination about this, to want to prove that he is a fun, funny, warm and welcoming uncle. To want to be there for her even when her papa can’t be. To want to be considered as family. But it’s more than just love, he’ll love his brother’s child even if she does nothing but throw tantrums and slam doors the entire time Theo is away. What he really wants, selfishly, is a break.

He still knows how to make colourful whisps, but it’s been years since anyone’s needed his magic to do anything other than hurt. He still knows all the old stories, but it’s been years since anyone wanted to talk about Elvhenan as anything other than a puzzle to solve. He still knows the traditional dances, but the only dancing he’s done in years took him in stiff steps over marble floors, analyzing the threats hidden behind glittering masks, until finally, at the end of the night, someone tried to kill him. He’s just tired. He just wants to have some fun. 

So he decides, after four days of enduring a five-year-old’s brooding, that today they will have fun, whether Kiara wants to or not. They clearly both need it.

“Hey Kiara Kiddo,” he calls out to her where she’s picking dandelions from the courtyard green. She looks up at him with a sour expression, but she doesn’t get up or abandon the chain of flowers she’s connecting, which is a promising start. He sits next to her on the grass.

“Why do you always call me Kiara Kiddo?” she asks, stubborn, huffy, eyes narrowing to a squint. She doesn’t have Theo’s distinctive eye colours -- one blue, one green -- hers come from someone neither of them have ever met, and they’re deep and endlessly brown, but they squint just like her father’s. Taren leans back in the grass, and squints back at her.

“Because you’re a kiddo,” he says, “and it starts with the same letter.”

“I’m not a kiddo!” she huffs, “I’m a knight! Like Cassandra!”

Taren stifles a chuckle. Yesterday, she proved her skill with a practice sword by hitting him with it when he tried to tell her it was bedtime, which wasn’t very knightly, but her sword skills are rather good for a five year old, and now he has a bruise on his knee.

“Ok,” he says, “I’m sorry, Knight Kiara. That starts with the same letter too.”

Kiara considers this for a moment. “No it doesn’t.” she determines, “Knight starts with ‘nnnn’.”

“There’s a ‘K’ there first, you just don’t say it aloud.” Taren explains, “do you want help with your crown, Knight Kiara?”

“No.” she says, as she returns her attention to the linkage of yellow flowers, “why are there so many letters you don’t say?”

“What do you mean?”

“Laugh has a ‘guh’ at the end you don’t say, and know has a ‘K’ before the ‘nnn’ too.” she says, squinting down at her chain, “and Uncle Dori says that lots of big words sound smaller once you learn them.” Dorian is teaching Kiara to read. Dorian, who is probably the last person anyone would ever expect to even go near a child, never mind being the one to tell one stories, has earned himself a nickname and several flower crowns. Taren is head-over-heels in love with Dorian, though neither of them has said as much, and seeing him with a flower crown on his head about stopped his heart, the first time. But that doesn’t keep the jealousy from rising in his throat right now, when Dorian gets to be “Uncle” and he’s still spending his days feeling like he’s more title than person. More title than person to everyone, not just to Kiara, but not getting to be anyone’s uncle, that’s where it stings the most.

But if Kiara wants to be a knight, then he can be the all-important Inquisitor.

“He’s right about that,” Taren agrees, “do you want to go find a story about knights? I can help you read it.”

“No.” says Kiara.

“Or you could teach me sword fighting,” he suggests. Kiara simply shakes her head.

Taren is determined. He has an arsenal of kid-friendly activities at the ready to suggest. Colouring and stories and games and imaginative adventures they could go on around Skyhold, since he holds all the keys. She could sit up in his throne or they could visit Leliana’s birds, they could steal Cullen’s chess board or borrow Solas’ paints. He suggests a few of these things, and Kiara continues to say no, and squint at the grass.

Taren sighs. “Well I don’t know, Knight Kiara, what should we do?”

“Nothing.” she says.

Taren frowns. “That doesn’t sound like much fun,” he picks a few dandelions of his own, and fiddles with their stems, “I told your papa that me and you would have lots of fun while he’s gone,” he tries, “what are we going to tell him when he comes back?”

Kiara looks at him, fire in her warm brown eyes. “I don’t want to play with you until papa comes back. I just want papa to come back.”

“I know, kiddo.”

Her frown deepens, her eyes blaze.

“Sorry, knight,” Taren sighs again, “he’ll come back soon.” he promises.

“Why did you make him go?”

“I --” Taren pauses. His defence is not what Kiara wants to hear, not what she needs to hear. She’s already asked that question of him a hundred times, and she knows what his answer is. She asked Theo the same question a hundred times before he left, too, and Theo’s answer was the same. “I miss him too.” he says instead, “I’m worried about him too.”

“Then why don’t you make him come back.” it doesn’t sound anything like a question.

“I can’t,” he says, and it’s an honest answer, then he smiles, “no one can ever make your papa do anything, and no one will be able to stop him coming back to you.” that’s true too, mostly. Kiara is silent, she picks at the petals of one of her flowers.

“Do you want to see where he went?” Taren offers. She’s seen the maps before, Theo outlined the whole route and showed her the maps he’d be taking with him, and she’s gone over all the place names so many times that now she can recite them from memory, but sometimes it helps. “We can go look at the big map in the war room,” Taren offers, knowing she’s always been curious about what goes on in there, “or we can climb to the tallest tower of the castle and look out, if we face the right way and look really hard, we might see their fires.” That’s less true. Some scout fires can be seen from Skyhold’s peaks at night, but none of those are where Theo is. 

Kiara considers, then she shakes her head.

“We could write him a letter,” Taren offers next, “and take it to Leliana’s birds.” That helps too. He knew it would, so he suggested it to Dorian, and now they do that almost every day. Kiara gives him a startled look, like she’s surprised that he knows about the power of writing an absent parent letters, but then she shakes her head again.

The stem of one of Kiara’s flowers snaps when she tries to tie it, and she drops the whole thing with a disappointed groan. Taren picks it up. “Here,” he says, delicately taking the thing from the ground and waving a hand over its broken end until the stem grows out. He magics them together, pulls on the fade until it the stem is long and sturdy and then gives it reinforcing vines of magically grown plant matter to bind it, tying the whole thing together, “all better, see?” It’s an easy thing to do, sprouting a bit of green. Easier than calling on the spirits of the dead to fight after they fall, or summoning a rift he still doesn’t really understand to isolate his enemies, much easier than flinging bolts of electricity or even putting up a barrier. Kiara’s eyes go wide while she watches him.

“Do you have green magic because of your green hand?” she asks, for the moment more curious than she is upset with him, which is something.

“No,” he answers, “well I do, but not that kind of green magic. That’s a trick our Keeper taught me, when me and your papa were both young.”

“Papa can’t do magic.” Kiara frowns, “you have two kinds but all papa has is a bow.”

“Your papa doesn’t need magic,” Taren says, but Kiara looks unconvinced, “we learned together, you know, your papa with his bow while I was learning magic, and every time we fought he’d win.”

“Why did you fight?”

“Just for fun, just for practice. Like you and Cass.” he says, “we used to have fun together all the time, me and your papa.”

Kiara looks at him, her big brown eyes taking in his face, on which he’s projected an honest, if somewhat sad, smile. Then her eyes travel down to the flower chain, to the hand he waved over it and then to the hand he didn’t, that glows green.

“Papa won?“

“Always.” Taren says, “I don’t think even The Iron Bull could beat him.”

Kiara nods seriously.

“Did your papa ever tell you about when he was little?”

Kiara shrugs, “papa didn’t have a mama either, and he didn’t even have a papa, but you took care of him. That’s why I have to listen to you while he’s gone.” she recites, not like she knows it, but like she’s been told. Taren frowns.

“We had each other,” he says, “we had the whole clan, like a big, big family, but...” he pauses. He doesn’t want to make her sadder than she already is, “I didn’t have a mama or a papa either, so we took care of each other.”

“Were you sad?” her eyes travel back down to the ground, and she picks up the crown again, admiring the mended flower stem; it’s seamless. 

“Sometimes,” Taren shrugs, “we both were, sometimes.”

“Did you help papa when he was sad?”

“Of course.”

“How?”

Taren thinks. Stories, games, helping to get them into mischief some days and to keep Theo out of trouble on others.

“Once, we got some cake from a merchant, and ate so much we got sick.” he suggests, “and I did this, and told him stories,” Taren waves his hand, the ordinary one, up into the air, and colourful whisps begin to dance about. Kiara watches a blue one flit around her flower crown, and a corner of her lip almost makes it up to a smile.

“Can we make cake?” she asks, “I like cake.”

“Good idea, Knight Kiara,” Taren smiles, “but I bet to make a cake we’ll need supplies. Are you ready for your first quest?”

Kiara smiles a little more, and nods. “Here,” she says, offering the flower crown she’s just finished out to him, “if I am the knight then you have to be the princess.”

“Got it,” Taren agrees, and places the crown on his head.

[tattooed-alchemist]

Making Fancy Hag’s Tapers

I made these in an Hour of the Sun, on a day of Saturn, but pick the timing as suits your methods and preferences.  Along with the three huge mullein stalks from my garden harvest this year, I got a bunch of tiny ones.  They tend to grow from the bottom of the larger stalks.  Another name for mullein is hag’s taper.

Beeswax and the remains of my October full moon candle were melted together in a double boiler.  The dried flower stalks were first dipped in the melted wax and then rolled in a bit of last year’s Samhain herb blend that I still had kicking around.  It’s a mix of selected necromantic herbs and resins.  I like how the littlest one looks like a fat nug now. 

These hag’s tapers can be stood up in a fire-proof container (e.g. full of sand) and lit or used as ritual fire starters in a fire pit or fireplace.  If you make something like this for yourself, don’t burn them candle-style indoors.

[trueheartedcenobite]

The city of your Carnival wasn’t so far away from the old hive’s shore that you couldn’t still hear the soft murmur of waves in the labyrinthine corridors, like that tale of putting your aural caverns up to an empty shell to hear the sea (yeah, you heard it, but mostly because that was all you ever heard around you and putting a shell to your ear didn’t quite sound so different).  Sometimes, on particularly clear nights while scaling the taller towers to pass on orders or messages or packages or who knows what between signalers or saints or superiors or who knows who, you could still catch a sight of the moons gleaming upon the horizon’s surface (Like.  If you were at any distance tall enough, would you still be able to see that shine?  Motherfucking wonders of the world).  The inland-rushing breeze would carry that familiar scent of salt, unless a coming storm or whim of the wind shifted the air to come from some other direction.

Typically then, among the smells of fresh rain and lightning in the heavy, thick humidity, it smelled of smoke those nights.  

Not the nice sort, like the incense clouding up the holy halls deep in the confines of the citadel real ethereal looking, trailing off artful lines that go twisting through the air and up into the arched ceilings.  Less sweet on the sniff node, and though faint, the scent was rich and deep, and a touch artificial, like throwing plastic on the flame.  Common was the word rebellion, spit out like a curse and unfunny to the whisperers like some malicious prank.  Gossip was nearly just as common as worship here, but those nights, the balance tended to get almost sinful until High Brother called to Court the matter.  You didn’t witness much of those affairs.  Those were for the most crackerjack of carnies.  The best of sharp eyed laughsassins, the staunch subjugs, the voracious fortune killers, and the foxy fucking funambushlists.

The rumors--rumors?  Maybe to the likes of you, sure--

The news of all discord struck deep into the pushers of trolls for some fuckin’ reason was straight from the source legit.  Woe had inflicted the land.  Poor motherfuckers.  And all your siblings wore all these twisted faces at the fact (contemptuous looks, but to you, sneers looked so similar to sadness).  Fellow congregations in cities beyond yours couldn’t be fixing up those places back to its miraculous self.  Couldn’t all get showing those down and out sorts the magic of the world.  Faithful seeking sanctuary from such uproar came crawling up to your Carnival, pleaded cases with High Brother, and understood their failure.  They gained place in the citadel, which was all merry to you.  Injured, in all cases, unable to continue the holy crusade of maintaining the peace and prosperity.  They carried messages of their own, informing the church of the state of affairs where they come.  Most always the tales were victorious.

“The unsightly scum are few and far between.  The littlest factions that are easy to put down, the merest tantrums.  But they have ideas in their nugs that aren’t so easily dispelled by persuasion alone.  Ideas that persist past the due decision their thinkers be done with thinking them.”

In the full pews, a sight you think would appear similar to the old days when numbers of all ages would stay here to protect the city, you all murmured prayers of strength and solidarity to your siblings still guiding the woebegone to salvation, and you’d give a few thoughts of your own to the wretched who lost their ways.You couldn’t understand such upset out there, beyond the sparkling colors of stain glass and comfort of solid stone painted up fine with the numinous colors.  Life was a gift, all experiences treasured and for a grand purpose yet to be revealed.  Life surprised you in that righteous way, and you couldn’t get greedy after those miracles lest your want give you the unexpected results in punishment.

Clowns come spreading other stories, too.  Some nasty cobalt no one’s stars have so alligned to challenge yet, but cobalts are the the chaotic romping kind of trolls, if you had any thought to voice on the matter.  The one sort of sympathy you can give is condolences for a lost mate, and you were surprised with bringing those looks to the faces of your siblings when telling that history (you didn’t realize crippled trolls were dead trolls walking--er, rolling--and none of your siblings helped you know, so you stayed so blissfully ignorant).  It isn’t often to get a mood out of a clown, you’ve seen.  Seadweller all salty at the shores, too, but you didn’t really know how a seadweller could be anything but salty.

You sure try to lift your siblings’ spirits, though.  Like, as though you could be getting them up as high as to pass a prayer right into the ears of the messiahs themselves.  Yeah.  

So you take what burdens off them you can (since you’ve already learned not to be offfering your pie without a real misunderstanding ringing their souls wickedly choked with offense), for the familiar faces common in the crowd you know from your sweep already living here, to the new designs of sisters and brothers just coming onto this grand stage.  Tires a brother doing the good work, but it makes them all chill and it makes them all smiles for the most part.  

Not right now, though.

You got stuck staring out the window at this little wisp of a tree trying to grow in a crag on the sill.  It’s one of those clear nights, where you were catching a glimpse of that multicolored shine on the horizon before this wee critter swayed into your vision and, huh. You know.  You’ve never actually witnessed a full grown tree, or those forests you once read Tavros saying Terezi lived in.  Just the sprawling space of sand and sea, and beyond the dunes, marshes, and beyond those, some grassy plains, and beyond those, the start of hiveland being built up around the Carnival.  And you never traveled to see beyond the tops of those dunes; you weren’t supposed to venture far from your lusus.  You knew how it was with family.  Maybe you could ask at High Brother whether you could venture back for a visit to the old goat, but he was an intimidating one. 

You hear your name sharply break the quiet up here, but your reaction must not be quick enough because you get a few shakes to your nug from a hand high up on your horn.  Sponge sufficiently rattled, and now a few pages of the packet you were bringing up to the signalers loose from your hands, skittering down the stairs, you spy upon the preying eyes of the sister of planetary coms.  

“Hebetude.” Your other name, whatever that is, is full of annoyance.  You’re quick to present what papers are still in hand so as to appease her.  “These were asked for a quarter clock ago.”  

You don’t have much to answer for that besides, “Time’s just a funny fickle thing.”  Some nights you had too much of it, minutes ticking by between seconds, and some nights it seemed to float off out of sight like a balloon lost to a windstorm.  Hand on the stairs railing, because funny shit happened while you were on stairs with some funky humors pushing at your balance, you go retrieving the lost articles.  You’re not really supposed to look at them, but Conscription and Ascension are noticeable words to your eyes.

“Ships be coming?” And when you look up to hand off the last, you know your words were not welcome and you wouldn’t be getting any gift of tasteful sopor for your efforts.  That was, as far as you knew, a grand happening, and an occasion open to some celebrations with reunited friends and friends that would be departing to wherever the fates may choose.  

She seems to consider you deeply, in a way that makes you feel like the target of a sea bird aiming a real good spear.  “Not here,” she finally voices (conceding to herself, if that’s all he knows, he’d stir unnecessary hype with a mouth that runs like water), “Not quiet yet.  But I can’t wait for when they do to see what they’ll do with you.”  

Its a spare sheet you find fluttered way down at the foot of the stairs once you make a quiet retreat from that keenly disapproving stare that describes a shipment of captured psions from a hivestem compound north of the bay, and a yet uncovered dual-eyed yellow individual with a group who managed to slip away.  Describes, too, an early draft plan forming to nip away at the rebelling numbers on planet and divert their “excessive energy” to more disciplined purposes. Too free an environment, it says, where childish insolence can ingrain in an individual despite their sweeps.

You’re quick to deliver the paper back up the plentiful stairs, and while you try and say you already promised a favor for another brother, she hands off some new task for you to do first.  “Punctually, for messiahs’ good graces.”

[dalishreaver]

▼✂❣☠♥◯ Ashana !

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thank u for asking me abt my favorite elf!

▼ What is their greatest fear?

Ash is particularly afraid of nugs and bandits, but her greatest fear is forgetting her heritage or having it taken from her. She’s very elven and very proud and she’s terrified she’ll lose that. also, after DAI, she’s terrified of anything happening to her daughter.

✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be?

aside from her giant dragon teeth mauls, she has the first dagger she ever crafted (made out of basically any metal she could scrounge up and beg from the actual craftsmen of her clan). She thought she lost it when bandits attacked her and her late wife, but she found it after several hours of searching when she returned to her clan. in my ash-as-sole-inquisitor-canon, she uses it to slit corypheus’ throat.

❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to?

nope. she’d think it would be a futile effort. ash expects a really bloody end, so unless everyone she knows died as well and left her daughter alone, she would hate being brought back.

☠ Do they fear death?

not even the littlest bit

♥ Have they ever acting out of heartlessness?

yes, definitely. a) because her entire moral compass revolves around the idea of “vengeance over forgiveness” as ethical so she makes a lot of cold decisions that people see as really cruel and b) when she gets to the Inquisition, she’s incredibly bitter that she’s being forced away from her clan again and she has this idea that everyone there will treat her like Cass initially did (i.e. a criminal elf) so she verbally attacks everyone where it hurts to repel them before they can hurt her

◯ Do they believe in ghosts?

she didn’t for a really long time (mainly bc she consistently ventured into towns to find necromancers who could let her talk to her late wife and they were never able to actually help so she lost all faith) but after being with the inquisition, she starts to view it as more of a “all this other weird shit is happening so maybe I should try to believe again”

thank u for asking!! 

@ anyone reading: ask me about the murder princess of skyhold!