curly wurlys

anonymous asked:

a writing prompt: the kirkwall crew + purple mage hawke teasing cullen about being forced to work with hawke again during the inquisition. extra bonus if you could incorporate his infamous "mages are not people" line lol

What’s that, sweet anon? Did you say WRITING PROMPT WEDNESDAY???? (I am so excited you submitted this, here we go team)

Cullen has already issued so many orders across this makeshift plank of a desk in Skyhold’s courtyard that the inside of his head feels like a whirlwind of logistics. There hasn’t been much time to rest since their arrival at Skyhold. Guard rotations to establish, defenses to set up, injuries to tend to, beds for refugees – and now Varric is bringing some guest in to help with Corypheus before they’ve even managed to clear all the junk from the main hall…

Cullen takes a moment’s pause, shutting his eyes, attempting to rub the weariness from them. His head is pounding, as usual, but he tells himself to endure. They must be ready. Maker knows what else they might have to face here…

And then, just behind him, a woman clears her throat.

Cullen wills himself to weather this headache, then turns about. “Yes? Can I help–”

Piercing blue eyes, red streak lashing across her nose, and a shit-eating grin that strikes a familiar terror deep into Cullen’s heart.

“Hi there, Curly-Wurly,” says Marian Hawke. “My, what a fetching coat you’re wearing!”

Oh, no.

In a flash it all comes back to him. All those years of trauma and disaster. Surronded by fire and blood magic. Hawke’s grinning face waltzing through a ceaseless storm of destruction…

“Ooh, it is rather lovely, isn’t it?” says a sweet little voice – Hawke’s Dalish friend, what was her name again? She is peeping out from behind Hawke, green eyes wide and shining. “Such a nice furry collar! Do you ever run about the battlements and pretend that you’re a griffon?”

“With a majestic coat like that?” comes another familiar voice. Cullen turns and realizes he’s surrounded by these horrible people: on his other side stands Isabela – now there’s a name he can’t forget. She’s leaning casually, hip cocked, one elbow propped on the shoulder of that stern elf with the white tattoos, as though he’s a useful piece of furniture. (The elf has his arms folded and doesn’t appear to be reacting to this. Perhaps he can’t feel it through his armour?)

Isabela winks at Cullen, then goes on: “A thing like that is fit for no less than a Speed Griffon.”

“There is no such thing as a Speed Griffon,” says the stern elf.

“Now, Fenris, you don’t know that,” Hawke says. “What if the term just refers to a very fast griffon?”

Fenris appears to be unimpressed. “Would that then make me a ‘speed elf’?”

“Yes, but only when you’re running, I think,” the little Dalish one says seriously. Then she looks at Cullen again. “Do you ever run very fast when you’re wearing that lovely coat?”

Cullen says the first word he has managed to say to this group, which is, brilliantly, “Um.”

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ZR Headcanon: Runner Culture

So (possibly because of my sociology and anthropology classes) I’ve been thinking a lot about Runner Culture.  Little things that only runners do because no one else know what it’s like.  We get some of it in S2M25, but imagine:

Runners creating a hand sign that at once means: “Stay safe, be careful, come home”

Runner field signs to tell of food and weapon caches, zombies, or where one of their own fell

Runners wearing black bands with fallen runner’s numbers

Runners seeing other township runners with the black bands and saluting in respect, because you might not be allies, but you know what the other is going through

Runners being protective of their own: “Three ran through a zombie invested grocery store so you better be thankful for that spam” or “Sam saved my life, lay off” (because Sam is one of theirs and only they’re allowed to heckle him)

Runners have rituals before going on a big run, or after someone comes home from one

Runners retiring a fallen runner’s shoes because yes, good shoes are hard to come by, but those were their shoes

A runner’s number becoming their name, because in the field that’s all that matters

Runners having inside jokes, like always getting Eight ammo as presents or leaving Sam Curly Wurlys after a hard run

Runners developing their own lingo and hand signs because sometimes common words can’t express what they’ve been through

Runners recognizing the signs of PTSD in others before anyone else because they’ve been there too

Runner superstitions, like leaving shoes facing their bed so they’ll always come back.

Runner culture, because when one group of people are constantly risking their lives, they learn to survive together.  (Please feel free to add any ideas of your own)


Shout-out to the entire Zombies, Run! fandom for being just the best, most lovely people on the internet. You all are so talented and supportive of one another, no one gets mad at one another for having different opinions or head canons or ships, everyone just gives likes and reblogs and kudos with abandon, and it’s just become the highlight of my social-media-ing day, checking in to see what’s going on in the ZR tags.

I’ve steered clear of internet fandoms in the past because they are often huge and daunting and there’s always the fear of trolls. But ZR fans are the best and really what prompted this post is this: I’ve been writing fiction my whole life, and I have never been comfortable sharing it with ANYONE for fear of being told it isn’t good or that I’m wasting my time. I can count on one hand the number of people I’ve shown my writing to in the 34 years I’ve been alive. But this fandom is so kind and welcoming that I pulled the trigger and published 3 fics on AO3 and then sat there terrified that no one would read them or like them, and I should have known better because you guys are great and you’ve given me a huge confidence boost that I didn’t know I needed right now but I totally did.

So thank you, Runners Five, for being you, and for encouraging the rest of us to be us. You are lovely, and if I could give you all a sports bra and a Curly Wurly, I totally would.

anonymous asked:

Custard creams are the best biscuits in Britain. They're so nice! Also, despite our many failings the chocolate is so great! Mars bars and Curly Wurly's are my favourites! What are the sweets like in Poland?

amazing… ptasie mleczko is the best..

i bought this yesterday after years of trying to straighten and curl my naturally very thick and curly hair into something a bit more manageable and less lion mane looking, and it is INCREDIBLE

normal shampoo tends to dry out my hair and so i need to use a lot of conditioner after, but curly wurly has left my hair feeling super soft without conditioner thanks to the coconut oil (and smelling amazing which is a bonus!)

there is hardly any frizz to my hair at all which means my natural curls look soft and sweet rather than like a messy frizz of scarecrow-ness!

a HUGE must for people who struggle managing their curly hair like me!