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A Word With Friends | July 14

Hello Hello! It's time for a new word!

Before we get started, I just want to emphasize that there are no rules when it comes to the word. If you want to write something long and expressive, by all means, lots of people do. But, if that's not your style or if that idea seems overwhelming, writing a sentence or two is also great! ( I personally choose this option quite a bit ) Also, it doesn't have to be written, it can be used as an art prompt too!

This weeks word is

Métier/Metier:

• Any activity that is pursued as a trade or profession; a calling • An activity to which a person is particularly suited; a forte

Gentle tags and a wish for a good week: @notyourmamasdeerbat, @the-bear-and-his-sunbird, @davrinsleftpectoral, @blackwall-my-tiny-husband, @sunny374940, @nevarrantorte, @caughtnyact, @seaglassmelody, @jukkaricity @chaosherald, @therivercrow, @jenn2d2, @woundedsoul12, @operative-arrow, @serensama, @tkwritesdumbassassins, @aetherflowers, and YOU!

Remember this is an open tag and you're welcome to play along if you see this post and if you tag me, I'll share it! Actually even if you don't tag me and I come across your post I'll share it. I'm always watching 👀

Trivia for your time: the smallest bone is the human body is the stapes bone in the ear. Remember to love your stapes, everybody.

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*ok, but what is Jake's stragle?*

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What’s your OC’s Hate Language

Take the quiz [here] Thank you for the tag @davrinsleftpectoral, this has me cackling.

Gentle tags for @redheadsramblings, @serensama, @serstolas and @jenn2d2

I was actually expecting violence, but honestly this is even better. She can be such a little nasty shit and I think backhanded comments would be something she defaults to without even realizing.

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The Herald of Andraste takes a stroll through Haven's grounds

just wanted to draw her looking cute in the snow :^)

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Thursday Bangers 7/10

Started by @woundedsoul12, hosted by @brennacedria - thank you! This week's selection brings me back: 'So Far So Good' was one of the first albums I owned...on cassette tape 😂 💕

Baby, you're all that I want - When you're lyin' here in my arms - I'm findin' it hard to believe - We're in heaven –Heaven, Bryan Adams

Lucanis and Rook, post-almost kiss in the pantry and pre-Inner Demons. Takes place immediately after my fic 'Conductivity.' (on tumblr and Ao3)

Rook. Dreams.

Lucanis opened his eyes. A moment of disoriented panic gripped him. Across the room a wall of water cast an eerie glow on the space, an oppressive aquatic forever that immediately brought him back to the Ossuary.

But he wasn't in pain. Spite, who had apparently woken him, lingered near by, calm and content. And Rook was here, curled up against his side, holding his hand, fast asleep as she drooled on his shoulder.

“Am I dreaming?” he muttered, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

Spite just gave him a scathing look before turning his attention back to Rook. Warmth. Spiced tea. You. Safety and home. It has no shape, but she dreams it.

“Right.” There was a book in his lap. Empty plate and a mug on the table, vivid red streaks on Rook's neck and he remembered. Realizing Rook had gone out and done something dangerous without him.

Hearing she had almost died.

Spite hissed, pivoting his attention back to Lucanis. No! No silent screaming. Rook dreams. 

Lucanis forced himself to relax, releasing the tension he hadn't been cognizant of forming. He hadn't intended to doze off. He doubted Rook had planned to fall asleep either. He would have to figure out the best way to extract himself from her couch without waking her up.

Spite frowned at him. Why?

Lucanis looked down at Rook, speaking quietly. “I cannot stay here. It isn't - we didn't discuss -”

Spite didn't roll his eyes, but it seemed a near thing. Sleep. Dream. With Rook.

It wasn't a good idea. It wouldn't be right.

But Rook was injured. She needed to rest.

And a part of him. A traitorous undisciplined part of him, demon notwithstanding, was loath to do anything that might disrupt the situation in which he found himself.

It wasn't proper. But it felt right. More right than anything else he had done in a very long time.

He would allow himself a moment. Just a moment. Resting his eyes and turning off his mind and existing in a time and place and a maybe where Rook belonged in his arms, dreaming of home.

(No pressure tags for @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @davrinsleftpectoral @jukkaricity @seaglassmelody @dags-over-caravans)

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Everyone is here!!!

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I've been excusing myself from a lot with ArtFight so far, but I didn't even post anything I made. So I guess I should probably change it and catch up on week 1 of ArtFight

In the order from top to bottom and left to right 1. Swan Cousland belongs to @nekrosmos 2. Ginger belongs to dumpiifrog (on Twitter/ Instagram) 3. Exar Vorall belongs to @cipherixx 4. Tara Laidir belongs to @Justcallmecornflake 5. Molly belongs to @jaxifye 6. Aither belongs to Eden_777 (on ArtFight) 7. Reverie belongs to nickyflamingo (on dA)

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WIP Whenever/5 Sentence Someday/Last Line

Thank you for the tags @redheadsramblings and @jenn2d2

Technically it's 4 sentences but rules are just suggestions anyway, am I right? Gentle tags for @chaosherald, @serensama and @thequeenofthewinter <3

When she walked outside of the Chantry the buzzing of the party was all but inaudible. The moon was still high in the sky and she had nothing to work with, but for a sinking feeling that there was more to this letter than just an intimidation factor. Strolling out into the dark she’d promised herself to be on this case the first thing in the morning.  A good investigation to focus on will be a nice change of pace. 

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @serstolas! For once I actually have something that I'm actively working on, another piece of the fic for Neve week.

Gentle tags for: @davrinsleftpectoral, @serensama, @the-font-bandit and @chaosherald.

Instead of heading straight for her apartment, quite miraculously set up right above a recently rebuilt bakery, Neve decided to take a longer route and stop by a couple of paper sellers. She hoped to find a serial or two that she could send to Bellara. The Veil Jumper had complained in her last letter that the hardest part of returning to Arlathan was the lack of regular story updates. Apparently Nadas Dirthalen’s ability to spin tall tales had not improved with time. 

A low rumble of her empty stomach made her pick up the pace. It was too early to stop by Hal’s, he usually opened up only by midday, so she settled down on a little bag of fried shrimps from a little stand slotted between a cheese stall and a pottery display. 

She did not recognize the woman running the stand, an upsetting result of the rebuilding efforts and the massive migration of residents between not just the neighborhoods of Minrathous but also the various imperial cities in general. Neve gave the woman a warm, if tired, smile and tried to start up a chat, but was only met with a grumble and a glare from under a dark curly fringe in response. Not the best customer experience, Neve thought, but everyone had bad days sometimes.

She promised herself to visit this place again some time and make sure there weren’t any particular problems plaguing the stand and its owner's less than cheery disposition.

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reblogging a post that says “do it scared” vs actually doing it scared

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Spirit Sitting for the WIP ask game?

I am so sorry. I wanted to have some fun snippet to share so I kept on pushing responding to this and anyway this has been rotting in the 'WIP' folder for like half a year at this point and now it's super late and I took so long and I only just have a snippet I suddenly anxietied myself into writing. So again, I'm sorry, but also thank you for getting me to start writing this one out. This is just silly with absolutely no explanation or deeper value. I hope you'll find it at least a little bit amusing, to make up for the wait.

Imagine if you will a casual day at the Lighthouse. Rook is out there saving the world with Emmrich and Davrin, while Lace, Neve and Taash are out and about in Minrathous saving cats, kicking Venatori ass and possibly talking about gender-crap. Which leaves Alectris murdering innocent training dummies, Bellara trying to fix the Archive Spirit and Lucanis doing military-grade brooding while he cooks. Or at least that's what Alectris thinks is happening.

Alectris spun with the force of her uppercut, twisting her sword in a sharp arc and a straw head hit the ground rolling. Another mighty foe slain.

She was about to reach down to pick up the questionable trophy to fix it back onto the dummy when a loud hiss erupted from the far-off end of the courtyard. An unnerving combination of screeching, gurgling and something weirdly resembling a quack. She gripped her sword tighter and twisted to face whatever monstrosity the Fade decided to spit out onto the Lighthouse at last, embers already catching at the tips of her fingers but the courtyard remained mostly pristine. Instead of an army of demons all she saw was a pair of crystal-green eyes staring at her from across the lot. 

Manfred. 

Neither of them moved, a moment of perfect stillness hanging in the air, like the prey that had just spotted the predator, just before it plunged for the kill. Which one she was remained to be seen. 

“Hi?” Alectris tried, lowering her sword, and Manfred threw his arms up into the air with enthusiasm only matched by a promise of boiling a new pot of tea. Then he hissed a sound that could have been either celebratory exclamation or a panic of a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar, and trotted away. A little bit too fast not to look suspicious. 

A gaggle of wisps followed him, twirling and jingling in the air. An image equal parts adorable and terrifying. Like a silence in the house when you’re watching over your 3 year old nephew. Seemingly innocent, but spelling trouble in bright red letters. 

Alectris rubbed the bridge of her nose. She could ignore him. She could get back to her training. Deny seeing anything, if–when–someone would inevitably ask how Manfred had gotten himself into some trouble. Like the last time, when they somehow found him seated on top of Lace’s garden with a stack of rocks and colourful twine in hands. How he achieved that feat was not entirely clear and even Emmrich could not get the explanation out of the skeleton. Everyone agreed to blame it on the Fade-anomaly and not think about it too hard. 

Still, letting him wander around like this seemed too irresponsible even for her. Not to mention Emmrich would surely erupt into a long winded lecture about intricacies of host-skeleton preparation and that certainly would have been worse than whatever tomfoolery the Spirit of Curiosity was capable of creating. No, leaving him to his own devices was out of question. 

By the time she caught up with Manfred he was already standing in the kitchen door hissing at Lucanis who seemed somehow a bit hazy and blurry at the edges. Crap. 

“I said. Duck!” Spite growled annoyed, clearly displeased with Manfred, who waved his hands in response, his hisses growing increasingly insistent. Somehow the glint in his eyes betrayed the sense of deep offense.

Alectris couldn’t help and ponder the fact that Manfred was not exactly the type to enjoy a good figure of speech. Unlike Spite who seemingly spoke in those only. 

“NO.” For a split second Alectris had to double guess herself thinking that maybe it was actually Lucanis speaking. Spite’s accent was perfectly spot on. He even shook his hand in the same way his host did, the tips of his fingers pressed tightly together.

“Not bird. I said, be hidden!” Spite punctuated each word with a shake of his hand and Alectris decided to step in before the bizarre argument could continue. The wisps spun in circles around the pair and scattered with a barely audible whoosh, that Alectris could swear sounded more like a giggle. She crossed her arms and glared at the pair of the Spirits. 

“Luca- ugh, Spite. What are you doing?” she knew that Lucanis was not sleeping much recently, well even less than before to be more specific, but she also thought that the two had arrived at some sort of working agreement. The type that would not include Spite instigating Manfred to do… something.

“Curiosity. Wants to. Fix Spirit.” Spite replied, as if it explained anything and everything, a pair of purple-infused eyes staring at her intently. She should have never followed the skeleton. It never ended well, even the cheapest horror-serials in Minrathous knew how that ended.

A realization dawned on her that she’d probably be the first cast member to die in a story like that. She’d be the one saying “It’s all bullshit” as she walked right into the monster’s lair. Not a role she was happy to fill in, but now it was too late and the jaws have already clashed closed around her.

“Fix… Spirit?” She repeated, her thoughts racing trying to find a common denominator behind what little Spite had told her. “Wha-Wait. No, you can’t touch the Nadas Dirthalen. Bellara’s working on it.” 

Manfred hissed in something between a protestation and clarification. Alectris sighed, looking to Spite for translation. 

“Need resonator. Be back, soon.” 

Wonderful. All the adults were gone then.

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why didn’t gandalf just carry the ring to mordor himself with these tongs