#a fool's errand

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

A Fool's Errand Cover Art by Aaron Andrews

[raflesia65]

Prompt 4: A Fool's Errand

@aurlyn and I together for @14daysdalovers event.

Have fun💖

[ikaikaaaron]

Diesel Fool’s Errand Simple Fool Figurado (5×58)

notes of espresso, earth, and spice balanced by a dense creaminess.

Black Note Stout

11.2% abv

A harmony of flavors captures the finest features of all three components: malty notes of dark chocolate, espresso & dried fruits, all buoyed by the warmth and fragrance of the bourbon barrel.

[nirikeehan]

For the DADWC: A Fool’s Errand, for CullenxThalia?

Okay so I know everyone is into the implied desk sex but I truly believe this is what happened to these two when they tried it lmao

For @dadrunkwriting and @14daysdalovers

WC: 676

CW: Nothing explicit, just perhaps some secondhand embarrassment 😅

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This had seemed like a great idea until the weight of Cullen’s cuirass threatened to crush Thalia’s ribs.

“This thing is heavy,” she rasped. 

“What? What is it? Are you okay?” Cullen’s face popped into view, eyes wide with alarm. He’d been gently kissing her neck, oblivious to her slow suffocation. 

“Nothing. It’s fine. It’s just… maybe you should have taken this off before we got on the desk.” Thalia grinned sheepishly, poking at the metal covering his chest.

“Oh.” Cullen’s cheeks tinged pink. “That was, perhaps, an oversight. Er…” 

Worried he might lose his nerve, Thalia piped up, “I could help you, maybe? Get it off?” 

“Right. Um. Hang on.” He rolled to the left, exposing the seam at his side where the two plates of metal fastened with a comically high number of leather straps. Thalia gasped as his weight shifted, pinning her even harder against the desk. The hard mahogany wood dug painfully into her lower back. “Can you reach that?” 

“Sure,” Thalia lied, trying not to wince. She wriggled beneath him, struggling to free an additional arm. “Could you stop leaning on my shoulder, please?” 

“Yes. Ah. Sorry.” 

Finally, they contorted themselves into a position that allowed her to work at the multitude of buckles. An awkward silence descended, and Thalia frantically ran through lusty stock phrases she’d read in that issue of The Randy Dowager Dorian had lent her. None seemed appropriate — telling him how massive and handsome he was would probably only highlight the absurdity of the situation. 

“Maker,” Cullen muttered before she could think of something, “I really made a mess sweeping everything off the desk, didn’t I?” 

“Cullen,” Thalia warned. She could just sense his itch to tidy it up. 

“Right, never mind. I can deal with it later.” He flashed a bashful smile. 

It was too late. Logic seized her, and her gaze wandered about his office. They were alone right now, but that was pure coincidence. What if someone barged in and saw them like this? 

“Cullen,” she whispered. “We forgot to lock the doors.” 

His brow knit together as he tried to process this information. Disappointment, horror and terror crossed his face in equal measure, which he then tried to tamp down. “Surely the chances of someone walking in are—”

“Pretty high! Your office has three entrances.”

“Ugh.” Cullen scrubbed a hand down his face. “This isn’t going to work, is it?”

He pulled away from her — she had only managed to unbuckle about half the straps — and stood, looking crestfallen. “I got too carried away, clearly. It seemed more romantic in my head.” 

Thalia sat up, grateful for the full use of her lungs. “Oh, please, don’t get me wrong, it was very romantic.” She stifled a giggle. “Just. Perhaps. A bit impractical.”

Cullen massaged the back of his neck, gazing at the floor. “I just, ah — most men have this passion thing figured out, and I…” 

“Full marks for effort, though,” Thalia cut in before he could berate himself further. She did find it sexy to be sitting here, legs dangling off his desk, with the possibility of someone finding them. She bit her lip. “We could just — go upstairs, couldn’t we?” 

Cullen blinked. He turned to the ladder leading to his bedroom, as if noticing it for the first time. “Yes. I suppose we could. The bed would be a good deal more, er, more comfortable, I dare say. If you’d still like to…?” 

Thalia nodded eagerly, her heart racing. “I would. I think. If you would.” 

“Goodness, yes.” He closed the space between them and cupped her face, kissing her on the mouth.

Thalia broke off a few seconds later, giggling. “Unless you’d rather clean up first.” 

“Trust me, that can wait.” Cullen offered her a hand. 

She took it. Sliding off the desk and onto her feet, she teased, “Just don’t forget to lock the doors.” 

“Three entrances is a tad excessive, isn’t it?” Cullen chuckled as he pulled out a key ring from one of his many coat pockets. 

[gardenianoire]

tomorrow is election day which means 12 hoursof sitting in an uncomfortable chair for people that won't vote

[stil-lindigo]

esprit de corps

[ there's still space left in your shadow. most of us will die in it.]

prints (all proceeds go towards purchasing e-sims and donating to Care For Gaza)

[brbarou]

beloved in fool's errand cottage era you will never be forgotten

[oexas]

A Dance at Winterfest

prints available

[raindropwindow]

Book series that get u all scrambled up

[deviousbastard1]

POV it was a FOOOOOLS ERRANDDDD

[heyitsrink]

The Mirror Scene™ . . .

"But this, Fitz, this is how I have always seen you. And how you have never have seen yourself"

[oblivionsdream]

A few side character sketches:

Isolde (the kings sister), Saoirse (one of the lady knights), and Caius (Augustine’s asshole half-brother)

[himecommunism]

realizing why no one draws their endgame chimeras.

[roostercrowned]

FINALLY I had a spare moment and a functional enough shoulder to finish this thing bonus alternative third panel that I rejected because I thought the other drawing was funnier:

[brbarou]

woww lord golden!! how does it feel knowing everybody in buckkeep is in love with you!!

[mellowthorn]

"Did I have a fit last night?" A small silence preceded his words. He kept his voice casual. "A small one, perhaps. You tossed your head about and trembled for a time in your sleep. I held you still. It passed." He did not want to speak of it any more than I did.