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Music Rec Monday

Thank you for the tags @herefortarlos (and for making up the game!) and @liminalmemories21! You know I’ve always got recs!!!

Rules: Share a handful of songs with their artists that you love and think others should try listening to! Please be sure to tag some people whose music recommendations you're interested in as well!

1. Si Te Portas Bonito - Sofia Kourtesis (Dance)

2. Love FM - Pat Lok (House)

3. Never Seen You Dance - Totally Enormous Extinct Dinosaurs (aka TEED) (Dance)

4. Kiss ‘N’ Tell - Soundz & Mamba Sounds (Afrobeats)

5. Crush - Hatchie (Indie Pop)

Bonus!!

6. New York, I Love You But You’re Bringing Me Down - LCD Soundsystem (Sad Bastard Dance Music)

Tagging @alrightbuckaroo @freneticfloetry @carlos-tk @firstprince-history-huh @lonestardust @lutavero @tellmegoodbye @ladytessa74 @ambiguouspenny @basilsunrise @bonheur-cafe @guardian-angle22 @orchidscript and @reasonandfaithinharmony & OPEN TAG 🏷️

[cold-neon-ocean]

Me describing Baatar as "horse coded" on a discord stream and folks going "Um, please explain that?" because I genuinely forget sometimes people can't hear every thought I have about him and have no context for what I just said.

To explain: Big, awkward, anxious, needy, capable of irreparable damage without really knowing or meaning to. Surprisingly fragile for their size like if they trip and fall over there is genuine chance they could just die. If their tummy hurts a little bit they could die. They will bite your fingers off if you do not feed them properly. They look like dinosaurs when you shave their hair. Horses - Afraid of things they shouldn't be: plastic bags, small puddles on the ground, stationery flower pots

Baatar - Afraid of things he shouldn't be: things that were on sale, low thread count bed sheets, Great Value brand items.

[redwiccanrobin]

I keep seeing people say the live action show is going to be bad only because Bryke is no longer involved. Now, I’m not particularly interested in the show because live action remakes just don’t do anything for me, personally. But I think y’all are giving Bryke way more credit than they deserve. Let’s discuss.

First, I think we should acknowledge the more problematic aspect of them creating the show in the first place. While I love Avatar, Bryke are two white men who took the aesthetics of many different Asian cultures to create their world. And most of the voice cast were also white. If there were Asian voice actors, they were either a background character or a villain (besides Iroh and Zuko, of course). Now, I know that some of you may have read that and thought about how the actor playing Sokka is not only white but lied about his ethnicity. Don’t worry, I’m mad at that as well and I’m beyond frustrated that Sokka has been whitewashed not once, but twice in the name of a live action interpretation.

And speaking of live action interpretations, let us not forget Bryke’s role in the 2010 movie. They announced their decision to leave this new show due to it not matching their vision. But they had no problem with the film that casted almost exclusively white actors to play characters of color. Again, if there were POC in the movie they were either background actors or villains (again, besides Iroh and Zuko). When people bring up the movie, they blame Shamalan for every aspect of it. Yes, he did not direct a good movie. But, at the end of the day, Bryke wanted this movie to happen. Everyone else, including Shamalan, wanted a season four but they were dead set on the live action movie that whitewashed most of the characters. And they were fine with that. That didn’t clash with their vision despite relying very heavily on non-white cultures to make their show.

Outside of the whitewashed movie, their creative choices are… interesting, to say the least. And we didn’t get to see those because the writers pulled their weight and tweaked the original concepts. Toph? Bryke wanted her to be a boy and be in a love triangle with Aang and Katara. It was the writers who made her a girl. Azula? Again, Bryke wanted her to be a boy and, again, the writers made her a girl. Katara fighting sexism in the Northern Water Tribe? They wanted her to be fighting for Aang, not herself. It was the writers decision to add in Katara fighting against a patriarchal system. Many of the episodes that people point to as their favorites (Zuko Alone, The Puppetmaster, The Southern Raiders) were not written by them. Yet, they get the pats on the backs from casual viewers and even some dedicated fans.

Do you know what happens when they do have creative control? At best, it’s mediocre, at worst, it’s bad. Let’s first take a look at their continuation of this universe by looking at Legend of Korra. The writers that made those iconic and beautiful episodes in ATLA? For the most part, they’re no where to be found. And it shows. LoK was a mess from the very beginning and never quite got its footing. Yes, I will acknowledge that Nickelodeon fucked them over. Yes, I do have respect for them for sticking to their guns and making Korrasami an item and giving us not one but two bisexual women of color. But besides that? It’s just a very mediocre show with mediocre writing.

But we see how truly bad things can get with the ATLA comics. Now, I do need to acknowledge that they didn’t work on that comic alone. So, like the movie, there are others to blame for the mess. But Bryke signed off on everything and wrote some of it themselves. And, boy, are they bad. A large number of the ATLA fandom do not like these comics and there’s definitely a reason why. Including out of character moments, prominent sexism with how the women are written, and just downright bizarre discussions, it’s not that much of a surprise that we don’t like to acknowledge it. In my opinion, no one got screwed over more in those comics than Katara. They make her a trophy girlfriend. A shadow to Aang rather than being her own character. That girl we watched in the show, the one who was vibrant, layered, complex, was gone. In her place, a hollow shell. And they would continue to show disrespect for their own character in LoK where she has been upgraded from trophy girlfriend to trophy wife. They didn’t even care enough about her, besides her being the wife of Aang and the mother of his children, to give her a statue! All the feminism we see in the original show? It definitely wasn’t Bryke.

I don’t know how this new live action show is going to pan out. It could be great, it could be bad. It could just be meh. But none of those outcomes have anything to do with whether or not Bryke was involved. Because they may have created ATLA, but they weren’t the ones who truly breathed life into it.

[venusandsaturnsrings]

UGH ANGEL GF WITH MEANER TARU!!

Inceltaru who wants you to only talk to him! Only lok at HIM!! Imagine him seeing you interacting with a fellow angel </3 he's just so heart broken you would ever talk to someone else when he's right there!! You have to be punished for talking to someone else <33 him messing with the base of your wigs till your sobbing, ofc he just adores you but he's still has to teach you a lesson:(( or maybe he get you a costume collar with his name on it so everyone knows your his<33 maybe even something more permanent as carving his initials into your skin<33 just think of how disgusted all the other angels would be when they find out that your mats is a human and what you're letting him do to you :(( you might even be banished from the hevanly realm </33 but who care if that means more time with your precious taru even if he was so mean earlier! Humans have such a funny way of showing others that someone has a mate after all<33

-chubby darling anon who is not doing this out of force but bcs I'm silly and love my nasty little guy

bait placed and effectively grabbed YIPPEEEE my excuse to ramble abt inceltaru punishments is here!! it’s arrived!! thanks to you!! <3

cw: for blood, knifeplay, incel themes, abuse, and manipulation <3

when it comes to his adorable little angel, Ajax is… selfish to put it lightly. you’re his angel are you not? so why bother gracing others with so much as your gaze; it makes no sense to him. he does his best to drill a firm set of rules into your head but with such a sweet disposition you naturally slip up on occasion under the preface of helping others. Ajax can’t exactly blame you for it, by all means you’re a species designed to aid others, but it still builds an ugly ball of jealous in his gut and mind.

when it comes to punishments, he doesn’t frame them for what they are. he’d rather go about it explaining it as something normal that all humans do!! you would hate to be left out, right? he mumbled sweet yet backhanded praises while gently tracing your throat before fastening the collar around it. a little bit of, “this is what’s supposed to happen,” and a dash of, “c’mon pretty girl, you want to be good don’t you? so quit fussing and let me fix this up.” he’s sweet when he gently cuts his initials into you too. hands smoothing all over your plush skin and trailing kisses wherever his mouth leads him as if it’ll soothe the bite of the blade digging into your flesh. he wipes your tears off and assures you this is what humans do to show affection and ownership!! everyone does it so behave!! with that, you do even if you’re squirming and sobbing the whole time.

when the other angels see what you’ve let him do? oh, they’re horrified. you let him mangle you so eagerly without a word of defiance? rather than ostracizing you immediately, they attempt to save and help you, urging you to leave this foul human and never let him near you again!! yet, you can’t. you just love him so much that when you come back teary eyed and explaining how they want you to abandon him, Ajax his wrapped around you in seconds. he sighs and mutters about how they just don’t understand the way you do. you’re just naturally better than all of them, you get him. he’s a wonderful gaslighter!!

-☆★☆-

i’m the canon universe he’s far less subdued with punishments. there’s no need for him to beat around the bush so hard since you already know the type of guy he is; a ruthless harbinger with inclinations towards distraction and a major desire for power. he doesn’t need to manipulate the situation so hard because there’s nothing to be manipulated. it’s easy math to him, one plus one is two and you did something bad so you’re getting punished. makes sense, no?

he’s a bit traditional when it comes to these sorts of things. his first line of defence is laughing it off when murderous intent in his eyes and a firm pat to your head that clearly says ‘don’t push your luck’. if that isn’t effective, then prepare for a harsh talking to that’s full of degradation and a bruising grip on your wrists. following that it gets more… humiliating. forcing you to address him as ‘sir’ in public, making you get off on his shoe in front of new recruits, spanking you in Zhongli’s office, and so on… anything above belongs in the category of you fucked up but to a lesser degree. things like back talk, finding work arounds to the rules hes laid out, or not listening to extra orders he’s given to you. he can get far meaner if the situation calls for it.

lets say you did something to make him look a fool in front of his coworkers, god forbid the other harbingers, regardless of if it’s on purpose or not. he’ll be brandishing a small hydro blade and lurking where you least expect him. sometimes it’s in an alley way and sometimes it’s in the darkness of your shared home. you’ll be lulled into false security after he brushes it off in the moment and doesn’t immediately act on punishing you. it’s only when all you’re muscles have relaxed that Ajax slinks out of his hiding spot and presses the blade to your throat just enough to draw blood but not enough to do any serious damage. he’ll revel in the way you sob and cry as with practices precision he makes clean and almost artistic cuts across you’re whole body. Ajax is careful not to draw enough blood to actually put your health at risk but sometimes he gets close; he just adores the deep wine colour especially when it’s coming from your body. numerous degrading terms and many slices of his name will cover your head to toe by the time he’s done making you suffer. it’ll be impossible for you to move without serious discomfort so he’s quick with gliding his cock through the trails of your blood before spreading your pussy open for him to use. it’s close enough to being lube, surely!! any complaints will only make him rougher so be good from there on out. <3

[gradienta]

Step By Step EP10

My dear Chot deserves the world.

Jeng still loks heartbroken...

I think Jeng should be the one crying. AND SHOULDN'T BE SORRY

HAPPY JENG RIGHTS

All time not spent kissing is wasted, says Jeng.

A BIG FLEX

I would totally fall for this line too.

WHY DID HE SWITCH TO ENGLISH THOUGH? Is it his preferred language of seduction?

Stahppppp

All Pat's braincells have left. Now he's only horny. DID HE FEEL THIS WAY WITH PUT?

NOT IN THE KITCHEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU DIRTY BASTARDS - THERE ARE WINDOWS THERE!!! We know all windows and doors must be closed. We all have been there before!

Jeng is going to eat Pat alive, isn't he? Oh my

To tell the truth, you've been closer.

AHAHAHAHAHAH THE FOLLOW REQUEST - AGAIN (is Jeng still bitter Pat declined the first time?)

He's ridiculously handsome.

[daytura]

I love how LOK still has the facial expressions down pat:

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Lucia part 7)

Davidicus: *having finished several scrolls of art of Odahviing, massaging the cramps from his hands with a pleased smile* The others at the Arcane University will never be the same when I show them these.

Lucien: *smiling wide* You'll certainly be the talk of the whole building!

Davidicus: *chuckles* So it would seem. I must thank you, and Allora, for allowing me this grand opportunity.

Lucien: Ah, it's all Allora really. She's wonderful. *smiles over at his partner and Lucia, who were finally getting off Odahviing*

Davidicus: Have you two... discussed things?

Lucien: *pouts* Yes father, we talked things over.

Davidicus: And all is well?

Lucien: *flushes, remembering their kisses- quite a few of them before a guard cleared his throat at them and made them scurry away* P- ah, perfectly well!

Davidicus: *chuckles, patting his son on the shoulder* It warms my heart to hear it, Lucien. I'm glad you've found someone. I can all ready see the changes she's made in you.

Lucien: *cocks his head* Changes? I mean, I've certainly changed in my skills, and she's helped me grow stronger as well, but-

Lucia: *running over to Lucien and giggles as she near tackle hugs him* Did you see me, papa? Did you?

Lucien: *almost bowled over in her excitement, wheezing* -I! Did! Oof. So excitable. *adjusts her to sit on his lap before pulling up his completed flower crown on her head with a smile* You mentioned you wanted one for Odahviing, but I thought you mind enjoy one for yourself as well!

Lucia: *squeals, hugging him tightly* I love it! Thanks papa!

Lucien: *teary eyed from her strength, wheezing a bit and patting her head* N-no problem!

Davidicus: *smiles as he watches his son and granddaughter, stealthily taking an empty section of parchment and drawing the two together, both wearing flower crowns with flower petals around them*

~

Allora: *petting Odahviing's snout* We'll alert the others that you aren't to be harmed. Thanks for letting us pester you.

Odahviing: *rumbles, gently pressing his snout against her* Your existence is built to "pester" this one, as you say. Only am I so thankful it is with kindness and heart, instead of nax, cruelty.

Allora: *hugs him and kisses his head* Love you, Odahviing. Be safe.

Odahviing: And you, Krein Monah.

Allora: *grumbles and lightly flicks his head* Stop.

Lyra: *slowly approaching the two, hesitant, but firm* ...Hello.

Odahviing: *tilts his head* Drem Yol Lok. Greetings. What can this one do for you, jul?

Lyra: I... wanted to thank you for helping out my son and Allora- and the others- for saving us against Alduin. And... to apologize for being so wary of you.

Odahviing: *rumbles, sitting up* Nunon mey bo strun voqostiid naal sov. Only a fool flies in a storm and is surprised by the shock. You do well to remain wary of dragons. Not all are loyal to Allora-Monah as I and Paarthurnax.

Allora: And Durnehviir. And Mirmulnir. And Sahloknir. And Nahagliiv.

Odahviing: *chortles* Of course.

Lyra: *smiles, feeling at ease at their comraderie* Even so, thank you for proving my fears that you would hurt us wrong. I am grateful to you. And you, Allora.

Allora: *flushes, scuffing her foot on the ground* Ah, it's nothing.

Kaidan: *walking over and pulling her into a hug from behind, sighing* You literally save the world, befriend dragons, and changed so many lives. It's not nothin', love. *kisses her cheek*

Allora: *grumbles, leaning into the affection as Lyra laughs* Yeah whatever...

Lucia: Mama! Do we have to go?

Taliesin: *scoops up Lucia from Lucien's lap* Absolutely, young lady, it's about your nap time.

Inigo: Hehehe.

Taliesin: *squints* I will... do something about you. Later.

Inigo: Oh no. I think Kaidan would be more appropriate for that. I am very flattered though.

Kaidan: *flushes, growling as Allora wheezes in his arm* Oi! I'll kick yer behind in archery when we get back to their home!

Inigo: Now that is something I can get behind! You are on!

Allora: *snickering* Get behind... classic.

Kaidan: *pinches her cheek* Enough outta you. Or you're next.

Allora: *flushes, grinning* For archery or a "nap"?

Kaidan: *gives her a heated stare, pulling her along to the cart* ...

Allora: *laughing as she's dragged away, waving to Odahviing* Pruzah wundunne, Odahviing!

Odahviing: *chortles as he turns to return to his cave* Pruzah wundunne, Allora-Monah ahrk fron.

[stitch1830]

Sometimes I look at pictures of toph from the show when she's 12 and I just realize, "this girl became a mom" and then it's just emotions because then I think about her with a little baby lin or suyin in the house after waiting the better part of the year for them to come and feeding them and rubbing their backs when they cry and cradling them and they'r so small that they fit right into her arms and her patting their little bums when they're still crying and just AH

Hi Anon, thank you for the ask, and your patience!

And I’m with you on that. Knowing that Toph Beifong is a mother of two just hits me right in the feels.

Of course if you’ve been around my blog, you know I’m a fan of Fluffy Beifong Family vibes. So just thinking about Toph learning about the pregnancies and just getting everything prepped and ready for the baby’s arrival. And then when baby Lin is finally here, Toph just gets all protective Mama badgermole. The first few weeks are certainly nerve wracking and she calls Katara all the time, but she loves Lin with every fiber of her being and just—

Toph also loves carrying Lin around in the little baby carrier, and it’s not surprising to see the Chief of Police working and taking Linny to work. (Which, is also a super adorable and emotional thing like Toph being a proud mama and taking her kiddo to work when she has to and the officers low-key admire their chief even more than they currently do).

And then when it’s incoming Su, Toph and Lin grow really close even though both are nervous in their own way about the addition of a little one, but then when Su arrives, they are the Beifong trio and are practically inseparable. In the middle of the night, when Toph is consoling a crying baby Su, Lin will sometimes come into the room to help if she can, or she’ll make her mama tea for when she’s done settling Su. If it’s early in the morning and Toph isn’t working, the three of them will have a day in and just cuddle together on the bed—

I’m also a sucker for Toph in a happy relationship (usually with Kanto nowadays lmao) and so just… the idea that she could have a happy life and family with someone always just makes me :D

Anyway, I won’t ramble too much about how I love Mama Toph and her little badgermoles and everything, and I’m always down to chat about them :)

Thanks again for the ask, Anon, and like I said before, feel free to stop by and send me more asks. Hope you have a great day! :D

……

Send me asks about ATLA, LOK, or anything, really! :D

[cutecherrygirl]

Stray kids Hyung line imagine :)

Try Hard

Warning: cringe 😍☝🏻, this is seed of my imagination ive been thinking about writing this long time ago but yeah its cringe so enjoy

Disclaimer: this is in their POV!

Bang Chan : "I pierced my lips so she thinks im cool"

She never noticed me, she never bothered looking my way. I heard she was into bad boys, so I pierced my lip, thinking she would finally see me in a different light. She walked passed me, but she stopped. Then looked at me. "Chan, wow, you got a lip piercing!" She said, lokking at my newly pierced lip. "You like it?" I asked, hoping she would say yes. She nodded and giggled, "I think you look cool. call me sometime?" She wrote her number on my palm, winked and walked off.

Lee know : "I play guitar but she's into drummers"

I didn't know what this girl had that other didn't, but every time I see her, I just want to pick her up and twirl her around in my arms. She was special. She had this rebellious side, but she was also pretty innocent in her own way. I overheard her talking with her friend the other day, saying that she really liked Drummers. Well, that was rather disappointing " Cheer up, mate, " Chan said, patting my back. I sighed, burrying my head in my hands. " Can you just teach me Hyung? I just wanna know how to play them" Chan started laughing " Oh look at little lino trying to impress a girl" I blushed " Hyung! Seriously stop-" "Minho?" I was cut off by an angelic, soft-sounding voice, which I know all too well. I looked up at her, and her face was as red as tomato, " Um, hey, so..I think you guys were amazing at your last concert. And I think you're pretty hot, so...want to go out with me?" I turned to look at Chan, who nodded and mouthed, "get some," before pushing me towrds her.

Changbin : "She's seen my face around but she doesn't even know my name"

" Cone on Bin, have some confidence" Minho said to me, patting my shoulder. We were currently in Starbucks, watchung her as she innocently sipped her coffee while she texted with her free hand. I've liked her for awhile now, but I dont really habe guts to ask her out. She doesn't even know my name, but she's seen me once or twice around the town. " I dont know," I say, unsure of whether I should or not approach her. Lino Rolled his eyes at me, saying " if you won't, then I will" I found myself walking over to her the next minute, with a snickering Minho behind me. I cleared my throat, stopping in front of her table. She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes, "Hi," she says, with a smile. "So yeah, my name is Changbin-" "So youre Changbin! I've been wondering what you're name was cuz I've been seeing you around alot, and I thought you were cute. So, care to join me for some coffee?"

Hyunjin : "But who knew, she's in the crowd of my show"

The spotlight blinded me, but I still kept on performing. I glanced down at the audience, and there she was. She was stanind in the front row, smiling up at me. She was only just a dream back then, but now I really couldn't believe she came here, to see me perform. I smiled at her, and winked, and she looked down shyly. I couldn't syop staring at her throughout the entire performance, nonr of us could break the eye contact. Finally, our dance ended and Chan thanked Stay. I shot her a smile, which she returned, before heading backstage with the rest of the band, wishing I could finally meet her.

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Idea by these. 1 / 2 / 3

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Juliano looks around, gaze soft.

When he had offered to go and find Mario, to follow him and check on him for his friends, he was surprised by the directions he was given. Still, he had followed them nonetheless, but now he knew why he was surprised.

This was their old home they sometimes talked about.

The castle that must have once stood there was gone, now nothing but a large pit stood there. Juliano approaches and peers over the edge, frowning.

Nothing but darkness.

He steps back and looks around. He was tempted to call out for Mario, let the hero know he was here, but he decided against it. He didn't want the plumber running off again. Then he'd be really screwed.

Juliano stops when he sees the lake. Illuminated by the setting sun and accompanied by the gentle whistle of the wind.

The wind..

Juliano closes his eyes and listens. During his time, he'd come to realize how this world communicated - through the wind. He knew he'd never be able to completely understand it, given he wasn't the Avatar of this world, but he was connected enough to know what the wind was trying to tell him.

The lake. Mario was by the lake.

He opens his eyes and smiles. He reaches into his pocket and takes out a small pearl. He tosses it up into the air, uttering a "thank you" as he does. He watches as the wind currents change and carry the pearl off.

He nods to himself and walks to the lake slowly and quietly. He spots Mario, sitting there, and he frowns. The plumber.. was crying. He'd never thought he'd see that.

With a gentle sigh, he sits down next to Mario, but doesn't look at the other. Instead, he looks over the lake.

"How are you feeling?" Juliano finally asks after a few moments of silence, glancing at Mario.

"Like-a shit.." the other replies, looking out at the lake still.

"It's not your fault, Mario. I'm sure you think it is, but it isn't. You didn't mean to burst like that, and you definitely didn't mean to nearly let your powers get the better of you."

Mario loks up with teary eyes. "You.. think-a?" He sniffs. "But I-a hurt Four real-a bad.. what if he hates me now?"

"Mario, when you ran off, 4 didn't even care that he was hurt." Juliano chuckles lightly. "He was worried about you and how you were faring. Nobody cared that they were hurt in some way. They were worried about you." He smile then returns, warmer than before. "Everyone knows that what happened back there wasn't your fault."

The plumber falls quiet, looking away. Juliano places a hand on the other's shoulder, gently gripping. "It isn't your fault that your powers acted out. You probably haven't had much practice with them, hm?"

Juliano nods at Mario's own nod. "Exactly." A sympathetic look crosses on his face. "You can't expect to be able to reign in your powers when you haven't had much practice with them."

"I-a still should've known-a that getting emotional was dangerous-a." Mario sighs.

"We can agree to disagree on that." Juliano hums, looking back out at the lake.

The two fell quiet before Mario glances at him. "How are you-a.. always so calm?"

"Years of practice." the other Avatar chuckles. "Trust me, it wasn't easy!"

He looks up at the sky, smiling somberly. "I had help, of course, but I learned the hard way that I need to be aware of my emotions. If I'm not.. well, then something similar can happen to me."

The older Avatar looks at the younger Avatar, smile now more understanding. "But I'm more than willing to help you figure this all out." He stands up and offers a hand, smiling.

Mario looks at the offered hand before smiling smally and taking it. Juliano pulls the other up before patting his back. "I'll give you some advice on the way back. Come on."

As the two began walking back, the wind whistled happily as it rushed above.

[priokskfm]

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[spainkitty]

Hungover on the Way to Dumat--I mean, Shrine of Dumat

Lanil's Pieces Masterlist

Waking up the next day was a mistake. That was the first and only thing Lavellan was sure of. Something smelled nice, and different, and completely out of place. If it weren't for the raging, horrible, terrible headache, she would say she was more comfortable than she'd been in a long time.

And then her pillow moved and she realized she'd been hearing breathing under her ear. She wasn’t confused, or horrified, or anything like that. Maybe her head hurt too much to dredge up that much emotion. But honestly, all she could think was:

Oh, this was missing this whole time?

She wasn't supposed to be alone. No wonder she preferred being on the road with her friends even though the tents and cots and bedrolls weren't half as nice as her bed. Lavellan was relieved to feel and hear the breathing so close. The loose drape of an arm around her waist was a nice little side perk, too. She didn't allow touching like this often, but she craved it constantly.

So who? Why? No, why hurt her head. Stick to easy. Who.

It wasn't a woman. Chest too flat. She was the flattest-chested woman in her friend group.

It wasn't Varric. Too tall. Too slender.

Iron Bull was an easy no, although he would make the most sense because the last thing she remembered was that horrible alcohol and all the Chargers laughing and singing.

Dorian? No. Dorian had a very nice scent that was obvious without being overwhelming. This was too subtle for that.

Oh. Solas. That made sense. She could just barely dredge up a memory of him helping her walk somewhere.

"Who" now answered, Lavellan pressed her nose against rough linen and breathed deep the smell of winter frost. It actually soothed her headache a little. Although her stomach was beginning to roil unpleasantly. Then, he moved.

She whined and grabbed at his shirt.

"Good morning, lethallan. How are you?" His amusement was so obvious that even his sleep-drowsy voice and her aching head couldn't disguise it.

"Head hurts. Fix."

A quiet chuckle against her forehead made her hair flutter.

"Your first words to me are an order? Not even a thank you? A 'why are you in my bed, Solas'?"

"Thankyouandidontcare."

His hand lay over her temple and a chill seeped through her skin. She sighed in relief and snuggled closer. Her stomach was still roiling, and her mouth tasted like she'd licked actual shit, but Solas was fixing her head and his arm was still around her.

So. So. Comfortable.

She should invite friends to her bed more often. Make a rotation. A schedule.

It wasn't until he laughed again that she realized she said that out loud.

"Offical duties of your closest friends, sleeping with the Inquisitor?"

"Mhm. Must smell nice. Can't move until I move. And no maraas-lok."

"I take it maraas-lok is--" He broke off and sighed. "You have a servant, don't you?"

"I what?"

"Oh!"

A very loud clanging of something hitting the floor had Lavellan cringing and burying herself under the blanket. Finally, reluctantly giving up her Solas pillow. She had to press her hand to her lips as her mouth filled with hot saliva. She was not going to vomit. That would make everything worse. Solas sat up, legs swinging off the side of the bed, but otherwise stayed still. Maybe he heard her whimper. Humiliating.

"The Inquisitor is not feeling well. She can't greet you properly today. You are?"

"I, uh, I never come up when Her Worship is here, my... um lord? elf?"

"Solas is fine."

"Th-Therilla. I'm from Marchesne. It's just a little village in Orlais, you wouldn't have--I'm sorry. She's never here. I never would've come up if I thought she was here!"

"Talking. Why talking. Who is she?" Lavellan whispered, tugging at Solas' pant leg.

"She's here to clean your room."

"Why?"

"I believe it's her job. Do you clean your room?"

"... head hurts."

Solas patted the lump where her shoulder was under the duvet.

"I don't just clean the room, uh, Ser Solas." Lavellan giggled under the blanket. "I wash her clothes, do any mending, and take care of the fire."

Lavellan slowly crawled out from under her blankets and squinted blearily. A young human woman, heavy-set and pretty, with chestnut brown hair and freckles, was standing awkwardly next to an iron bucket that she'd clearly dropped. Several items were scattered over the rug.

"Why don't I know you?" Lavellan grumbled.

"Lethallan." Solas sighed.

"What?"

"I come when you're out. You've never truly asked for anything, you're a very easy employer, really! Lady Leliana said you enjoyed your privacy, so I've worked so hard to make sure you never saw me and were comfortable whenever you were home! If... if you have been. I don't want to assume--"

"So comfortable I thought magic fixed the hole in my pants." Lavellan sat up and rubbed her face blearily. She forced a smile, though it was probably grotesque. "Thank you... Tella?"

"Therilla," Solas whispered.

"Thank you, Therilla. You don't have to be invisible. You don't have to serve me at all. I can... can I sew? I can clean my room."

She ignored Solas' not quite silent laughter. Therilla looked absolutely devastated.

"Not... not serve you, Your Worship? Are you unsatisfied? I can serve better! Would you like breakfast in bed? You always eat in the hall, but I can bring you something! And, and, my father loves to drink so I know a perfect remedy for your head! And I have bath salts and oils and--"

"Okay, okay! No, you're fantastic, wonderful. I just meant if there was a better job--"

"There's no better job! I was a washing woman in Marchesne, I barely made five coppers a day! I make three silvers a day now! And I didn't serve you, the Herald of Andraste and Inquisitor! I want to serve, please, let me stay. I'd never forgive myself for failing you."

Lavellan blinked and turned to stare at Solas, at a loss. He smirked at her.

"You are the Inquisitor. I suppose this comes with it."

"And I'm very discreet. I don't tell secrets. I would never gossip about Your Worship!"

"That sounds vaguely like blackmail," Lavellan said, squinting suspiciously at Therilla.

The woman covered her mouth with her hand in abject horror. "Oh no, Your Worship."

"Don't tease her, lethallan."

Lavellan snorted, and then groaned, dropping her head in her hands.

"I'm going to kill the Iron Bull."

"I'll bring you breakfast! Some nice plain toast and tea. And that remedy my father swears by."

"Coffee." Lavellan mumbled into her hands. "The Ambassador shares her Antivan coffee with me. Could you--?"

"Of course, right away! Your Worship! Ser Solas." There was the hurried sounds of all the cleaning supplies being picked up and thrown in the bucket, and then Therilla ran from the room.

"So. You have a servant."

She groaned.

"I'm sure it is your just due, Your Worsh--"

She slapped her hand over his smirking mouth. "Don't say another word, Ser Solas." She glanced out the window and balked. "It's full morning. No wonder she was here. Oh. Oh shit. Dumat. I have to go to Dumat!" She scrambled over Solas, stumbled when her feet cuaght in the sheets, grabbed the arm he held out, and heaved. Then, inhaled, exhaled, and kept running for the bureau.

"I'm sorry, did you say Dumat?" Solas asked. He put away the bucket he'd left for her, that she refused to need, and poured her a glass of water.

"Shrine of Dumat. Samson."

"I see."

She tossed her change of clothes on the bed and gulped down the water he gave her. "Thank you." She sighed and pressed the cup to her forehead.

He tsked and placed his fingers at both her temples. "You are a healer. You can do this yourself." The chill was back and she shivered in relief.

"No, you do it better. I feel like I have winter inside me. It's good."

"... yours feels like a storm." She peered at him curiously as he stroked her hair out of her face. "I've felt it in your barriers. It roars just on the edge of hearing. If I stop and try to feel it, it cracks through every nerve-ending until I can feel nothing else. It is... overwhelming."

"Is that good?" Her nose wrinkled doubtfully.

"It is... yes. I think so."

Lavellan scowled, cheeks going a little pink. "Good."

"I shall leave you to prepare. I doubt they'll want to be kept waiting."

"Right, right, shit, so unprofessional. I need a rooster or something," she muttered angrily, rushing towards her water closet and the pump inside. She wouldn't have time for a bath, but she couldn't keep stewing in this alcohol haze.

Solas left her cussing up a storm, smiling in amusement. Now that he was awake, he supposed he would find his own breakfast. He opened the door into the hall and stopped still. Cullen stood in front of him, outfitted for a journey, one fist raised as if to knock.

"You realize there are several flights of stairs up to her room? She wouldn't hear a knock," Solas pointed out.

Cullen dropped his hand. "Yes. I was just trying to... thinking how--What are you doing?"

"That's a personal question." Solas' eyebrow raised. "I'm afraid I can't answer that."

Cullen's mouth opened, closed, and he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "Of course not."

"She'll be ready in a moment. She was unwell." Cullen immediately looked concerned, moving as if to push past him. "However, when I left, she was about to wash up and come down. You could save time and prepare her ride for her?"

Cullen scowled and nodded once. "I can do that." He hesitated a moment more, glancing to the corridor behind Solas, then turned around without another word.

Solas probably shouldn't. It would be cruel. But it would be amusing.

"She was looking for you last night. I got in her way. I hope you appreciate that I left you to your sleep instead of letting you be smothered in her aggressive need to right wrongs, whatever the time of night."

"I'm sure it was a trial for you." Cullen's shoulders were too stiff and it sounded like the words were forced past gritted teeth. He continued towards the main hall's door with heavy footsteps.

He didn't sound very appreciative.

...

Lavellan raced down the stairs towards the stables. Thanks to Solas, and the how-could-it-not-be-magical remedy Therilla had brought upstairs, she was feeling basically one hundred percent. Her tongue was a little burnt from downing that cup of hot coffee, but that was the worst of it. She shoved the last bit of marmalade smothered toast into her mouth, jumped the last five steps, stumbled over dirt, and then rushed forward to catch her balance. She skidded to a stop seeing Reckless, her Green Dales Feral mare, already in her tack.

And everyone else standing there. Waiting. Dorian and Varric smirking.

"So we heard about the maraas-lok," Varric started.

"Fuck," Lavellan said with extreme feeling.

They both laughed uproariously.

"Did you really--No, I apologize. I won't bring it up," Cassandra said quickly, hurrying to mount up.

"I don't remember anything. What did I do? Was it bad? How many people saw?" Lavellan asked in rapid succession, humiliation rising.

"Oh, just half the army. But don't worry. You and Sera were great dancing partners. On the table. While singing the Bull Chargers chant as loud as possible," Varric said, brown eyes twinkling.

"Oh no. I sang?" she whispered, horrified.

"I am shocked and appalled I was not invited. I know some truly exciting Tevinter drinking games. One involves fire, nudity, and--"

"Dorian!" Cassandra exclaimed.

Lavellan groaned and covered her face with her hands. When she looked up, Cullen was walking towards her with Reckless' lead in his hand. Lavellan tilted her head in confusion. He hadn't said a word all morning, even now as he handed her her reins. Tiny prickles of guilt filled her stomach. "I shouldn’t have been late. I know this is important."

"It's not so late. We'll catch up on the road." His smile was brief, there and gone again, and she tried to smile back.

But she felt like she had... disappointed him. A vague sense of unease curdled with the guilt as something from last night snuck its way in. She hurried to mount and they all headed for the gates. She leaned towards Cullen, dreading what she had to ask.

"I didn't come find you last night, did I? I think I remember trying to find you."

"No, Inquisitor. You never made it to my office."

She sighed in relief. "I wouldn't want to put you through that. Solas will be teasing me for weeks, I know it."

"He is a good friend, I've noticed. Spending the entire night at your side." Cullen sounded... strange. She frowned at him slightly.

"I guess so. I... think I missed that," she said it pensively. "In the clan, I must've bunked with several clan members. I woke up and I thought that my room finally felt comfortable because someone other than me was there. Perhaps I should fill my room with a lot of beds, and invite anyone who'd like to to come up and sleep with me?"

Cullen stared at her.

"What?"

"Darling, that sounds like an orgy. Are you planning an orgy?"

"Dorian, if you don't stop--"

"But Cassandra, you're the first one I'm inviting," Lavellan said in mock-astonishment. "Don't tell me you'd say no? To me?"

"If Dorian is also invited, I'm afraid I'd have to pass. I heard what he does with fireballs," Cassandra retorted, barely pausing.

"Fire, my dear! Fire, not fireballs. That's much too destructive. You must be gentle. Subtle."

"There's nothing subtle about fire, and there's nothing subtle about you, Sparkler."

Lavellan tipped her head back to laugh. When she looked over at Cullen, he was smiling like his usual self, if a bit pinker than normal.

"You'll come, right, Commander?" He turned to meet her gaze as she smirked at him. "Always an open door for you. I'm sure you don't use fireballs."

"You all are woefully misrepresenting the facts," Dorian exclaimed.

"Of course. As long as Dorian isn’t there."

"I'm being abused now."

Under the laughter, Cullen leaned as much as he dared towards Lavellan. "For once, it's not me."

"A refreshing change of pace. It won't last long, so enjoy it, Commander." She winked at him and he grinned, shaking his head. She straightened in her saddle and raised her voice slightly. "We have some time to make up. Let's get to this shrine and kick Samson in his shiny armor."

"Your plan needs work, Shortie!"

"Hiyah!" She and Reckless lurched into a canter and they took off. The rest followed before she got more than a few paces ahead.

Part I / Part III

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