damned scouts

“I tell you, we will have the finest furniture in all of Ferelden.”

He had to admit he had zoned out of much of the chatter as they drank. Pointless small talk about drapery, and carpets and-

“Particularly the desks.”

“Oh, the desks are good, so I hear.”



“Sturdy is what I have heard.”



“Mh. Well, Cullen has the largest out of us all…desk that is. Perhaps we should ask for his consideration?”

He glanced up, suddenly aware of a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. “It’s, er…a desk? A fine desk? No complaints.”

“But Commander, do tell.” Dorian’s smirk grew to a positively mammoth grin, curling at the edges as he leant forward. “Tell us your thoughts on just how sturdy a desk should be.”



And he froze. 

Maker, how could they possibly know…

He couldn’t help the colour that had started to rush to his cheeks, deliberately refusing to meet the eyes he knew were locked on him, awaiting his response. A quick, sideways glance to Dorian once more confirmed his worst fears - the smug bastard knew.

Andraste, preserve me.

“You’ve gone a very adorable shade of magenta, Commander. Something you’d like to impart upon us?”

“N-No!” He managed to splutter, forcing himself to look at the assembled parties around him. “I have n-no idea what you are…to suggest…nonsense!”



“Really?” Bull’s deep voice cut in. “I heard some most interesting news floating around camp this week.”

“Did you really? Why, I wonder if it was the same news that managed to reach my ears too?”

There was a chorus of sniggering, and Cullen began to twitch, starting to rise to his feet.

“I should really get back to-“



Bull’s hand on his back caught his armour, pushing him back down in his seat. “No, no, Commander. Five more minutes. Indulge us.”

“Would someone like to tell me what I am missing here?” Cassandra was staring over her flagon, an eyebrow raised, and Dorian’s shit-eating grin grew wider.

“Yeah, Curly. It’s rude to leave the lady out of our discussion.” Of course Varric would be supporting this.

“I do not think it is gossip that the Lady Seeker would be even remotely interested in!”

Gossip? Are you saying there is no truth to it, Commander?” Smug bastard.

“Would someone care to explain to what exactly is going on?” Cassandra’s patience was wearing thin.

“My Lady Seeker, we were simply passing through the barracks earlier this week when we happened upon some interesting information. A scout by the name of Jim-“

Jim?!”  That damned scout. He would swing him from the tower when he saw him next.

“Happened to be passing along the ramparts when he saw a most flabbergasting proposition…Imagine, the dear Commander and the Herald of Andraste…testing out the very limits of our fine desks…”

“Perhaps that is why…“ Holy preserve him, not Josephine too. “There was a most interesting comment from our dear Inquisitor, enquiring as to why Commander Rutherford had a very large hole in the roof of his personal quarters that had not been repaired.”

There was silence, and Cullen wholeheartedly agreed that if a rift were to open above him, and a demon to seize him, he would have gone willingly into the Void.

“Curly? Anything to add to that, or have we got the story covered? I do like to be thorough. Remember, the Maker is watching and knows your heart, and all that jazz, so no lying.”

He saw the dawn in Cassandra’s eyes as they shifted to him, and he felt the sweat on his palms under her scrutiny. Maker, he hadn’t been this embarrassed since he was a mere boy, and damned Mia had told his parents about…

You and the Inquisitor?”

It was a fruitless endeavour to continue to pretend now, and he gave in with a heaving sigh, mumbling into his flagon as he drained it.

Sweet Maker, I need more wine.”

The table erupted into a roar of laughter and shouts, and he laid his head against the table, burying it beneath an armoured arm, Dorian’s slap to the back stinging even through the armour.

It was going to be a long, long night.

to those of you not watching koc know that the guys have been pulling genuine ideas from goddamn fanfic

they have an entire “i accidentally married my best friend” episode and the way it’s acted out is exactly the way i would have done it in a comic please watch this

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dove: idk what 2 do scout hes super down in the dumps all the got damn time
scout: yeah he gets like that sometimes i dont know why but it’ll just go away
leo: guys you realize im Right Here i can hear everything you say
dove: shh we r talking about you

some really sketchy medicscout that i was requested to do. rlly enjoyed drawing them. i just. imagine medic being so gentle with scout sometimes. calling him sweet little nicknames. tellling him good morning softly as he presses a gentle kiss to his forehead. can u tell i like this ship a lot? first time really draw ing medic too so i hope i did a good job.

superhero: I have power to read minds

superhero: *reads my mind*

me: *jungkook taking off his jacket and showing his back on a loop*

superhero: someone get her help

Sometimes You Just Gotta Murder a Guy

(Scout gets drunk at an impromptu party and gives Piper an interview on what their very first stupid thought was upon meeting some of the companions. Hancock braces himself for something about his face, but they get really sweet on him instead and everyone has to leave the room because they’re such mushy, sappy babies. 3,723 words, some T language)

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Scout was pleasantly drunk, the kind of drunk where they wanted to get cuddly with whoever was nearby and their voice volume was permanently on max. Luckily, all their other friends were various stages of drunk—or just a little bit high, in Hancock’s case—so their own snuggly intoxication wasn’t too embarrassing.

“So you’d just come out of the Vault, yeah?” Piper said, smiling with flushed cheeks.

“You already did this interview, Pipes,” Scout replied with a giggle.

“No, no, no, not this interview,” Piper protested. “I wanna—I wanna know what you first thought about us. Prezzy’s the first you met, right?”

The Minuteman in question tipped up his cowboy hat with the neck of the beer he held so he could see what was going on when he heard his name. He’d been leaning back against the wall of the big shack Scout had insisted on building and then never done anything with. To be fair, things had been busy lately, and this large empty space turned out to be a perfect gathering spot for the impromptu party. Scout scooted away from their spot against the wall to get closer to Preston and nearly ended up falling in his lap.

“Yeah, this guy,” they said, patting his face with their hand and almost knocking off his hat. “I met ‘im, and then I met a deathclaw. He was a lot nicer.”

“Ooh, I can see the headline now,” Piper said, spreading her hands out in the air in front of her. “Preston Garvey, nicer than a deathclaw.”

Nick and Hancock snickered at that, while Danse kept quiet and nursed his beer. He didn’t know how to proceed at a civilian party, and his body felt all out of proportion without his power armor on.

“What’d you think of that, kid?” Nick asked.

Scout turned and blinked at him. “The deathclaw?”

“No, no,” Piper cut in. “I’m asking the questions here. What’d you think of Preston? C'mon, give me your first thought, the very first thing that went through your head.”

Scout didn’t even have to think about it. “OK, so cowboys still exist.”

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Madi’s BTS Masterlist Updated

<3-Fluff

;-;-Angst

:0-Trigger Warning/Contains blood, violence or death

\(^w^)/-Recomended

Namjoon

Namjoon xReader|Fight ;-;

Namjoon xReader| Late Night Rescue <3

Namjoon xReader|Good Morning <3

Dating Namjoon \(^w^)/

Jimin

Jimin xReaderMy Little Delinquent 

Dating Jimin

Hoseok

Hoseok xReader|Book Talk <3

The boys trying to get you and Hoseok together 

Hoseok xReader|Shadows ;-; \(^w^)/

Dating Hoseok

Yoongi

Yoongi xReader|A Birthday Surprise <3

Yoongi xReader|Sleep Walking Drabble <3

Yoongi xReader|Moments <3

Dating Yoongi

Jin

Jin xReader|Winter Nostalgia

 <3

Seokjin xReader|Tickle Fight

Jungkook

Jungkook xReader|First Meeting

<3

Dating Jungkook

Jungkook xReader|Muse

<3

Taehyung

Taehyung xReader|Midnight Wandering

<3

Taehyung xReader|Blizzards

<3

Dating Taehyung

Taehyung xReader|Starry Night <3

Taehyung xHalsey Lyrics|Control

;-; \(^w^)/ :0

Series/All Members

My BTS Theory

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When you say you think you’re ugly

 

When they find out you haven’t been eating 

How they wake you up in the morning

 

Good Morning Snaps

 

Seeing you without your glasses for the first time

Cheesy Pick-Up Lines

When you go to confess but get too nervous

When you’re shorter than them

When you come home beaten up

When you randomly do aegyo

When they catch you drawing them

How they comfort you

When They Want Cuddles

When they overhear you talking about how much you like them

Helping You with your social anxiety

Like A Butterfly(Incomplete)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

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Part Four

Part Five

LLS Pokemon AU: Third Years

i have hc’s for the second and first years too but there’s still a lot of figuring out i have to do for them. these disasters are fresh and golden-brown crispy though

Kanan:

  • A native of Pacifidlog, to the surprise of no one, but eventually she finds a second home in Dia’s house (it’s still huge, don’t forget kanan’s friends are both rich) at Slateport
  • Her first pokemon was An Experience: a wailmer she hatched from an egg. this would be fine if it didn’t happen to hatch indoors in the middle of the night. kanan’s little floating house gets a hole broken into it
  • she doesnt mind tho, lil kanan’s bright and ready for adventure!! once she sees Wailmer’s gotten good at swimming around they immediately decide to Surf the currents all the way to Slateport, where she’s been wanting to go for a long time.
  • this was poorly thought-out, however, as she learns soon that swimming back is almost impossible. it is, however, how she meets ChikaYou

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Blackbird

A Bang Yongguk mafia fic 

“Revenge never turns out the way you thought it would.” 

Or that time Bang Yongguk, mafia boss works with a reformed assassin. 

Chapter: 1 2

It was straight out of a cliché spy movie. The one where there is a car alarm ringing in the great dark distance, with neon lights flickering, and the abandoned alleyway whistles with eerie suspicion. Any minute now and there will be footsteps approaching, the wet cold ground quivering despite the light tread of whoever was coming.

Ki Soo Jin watched from the high rise apartment with a perfect view of the meeting place. With her monocular she could clearly see the man who she’s been waiting for this whole time. He has his head low, overcoat on, and wearing a black surgical mask too. He didn’t want to be recognized but Soo Jin could tell. She’s seen his profile, observed him a couple of times. She knows how tall he is, memorized his built and remembered the way he walks.

Slowly, without leaving the trace her vision has on the man, she flicked her Bluetooth on and watched as the man picked up his ringing phone. “You’re not him.” She simply states without as much as a greeting. She watched as he looked around, trying to spot her hiding spot.

“And you’re not where you said you would be.” Came the easy reply over the phone. Whoever he is, he doesn’t seem the least bit scared. She can’t detect fear in his voice, his calm demeanour she can see for herself. “Where are you anyway?” He asks without really asking for an answer, he knows she won’t reply anyway.

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