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Sherlolly Week 2017 Day 2: First Date

(The rating is still G on this one. Set in S1, sometime after ASiP but before TGG.)


“Sherlock?  What are you doing here?  Do you have another case already?” Molly asked, setting her bag on the lab table.  He’d only left a few hours before.

“Nope.  John has a date and I’m not to return to the flat until two at the earliest, which, I have to say, is highly optimistic of him considering the length of his shower this morning.”  He went back to looking at whatever slide he had in the microscope.

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Her First Apartment Ch.1

Ooooohhkaayyyy. Sit back and get comfortable this updated chapter is little over 3000 words.

Inukag college AU

I included what I had already posted before because of the added details and changes I put in so you should still read it all!

The woman fought with her umbrella as the wind threatened to douse her in the heavy sheets of rain. She watched the map on her phone as she spat her wild black tresses from her mouth. Her stomach demanded she stop somewhere dry to eat her snack, or better yet, find a restaurant. She continued on her journey by sheer willpower, ignoring her body’s needs. Stopping her in her tracks, she felt the object in her hand buzz. Her mother was checking in on her progress, wary of the weather conditions her daughter was traversing through on her search. Kagome shook her head as she continued to walk, her bare feet enjoying the small pools of spring rain lapping up at her ankles with every step. If it weren’t for the damn wind threatening to blow her over, she’d be skipping from puddle to puddle in joy. She wanted to keep her sandals dry and Koga had always said that the best traction is the skin on your heel. Perfect for wet weather.

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Colons and Cullens and Really Bad Puns

So the other day @sarcasmfish tagged me in this post, which I believe is probably the best grammar pun I’ve ever seen. I mentioned it was something that I needed to write into Class Act, and here we are. Have a very proud Mara and a not at all amused Cullen. Dedicated to @poweredbycoffeeandwine, @saibrarutherford, and @kagetsukai, you know for encouraging this complete silliness. 

It was a Thursday in the seemingly never ending month of Guardian. Spring break was still far enough away that a count down was more depressing than it was motivating. There was something about this stretch of the school year that was just difficult. It didn’t matter how much Mara loved her job and her students, this part of the year was always a struggle.

But on this particular afternoon she was in a phenomenal mood. She’d realized something incredibly silly during a grammar lesson she’d given for the fourth time that day. She preferred not to teach grammar in long stretches, rather to do it in minilessons. It was easier for the kids, and teaching grammar never was that interesting. They’d been talking about the difference between colons and semicolons, and she’d had a realization that she’d been dying to share with someone all day.

Mara took her badge off, setting the colorful lanyard in the metal basket at the front of her desk. The school day had ended about an hour ago, but she’d had grades to finish updating. She walked the short distance across the hall, waving to Jim as he rode his cleaning zamboni down the hall. She closed Cullen’s classroom door against the noise as she entered, and he glanced up at her with a soft eyed smile. Someday she might get used to the way he looked at her when they hadn’t see each other all day, the quiet joy that moved across his features, but she hoped she never did.

“Hey.” Cullen set down his pen. He had clearly been pouring over his lesson planning notebook.

“So I realized something while I was teaching today,” she said, unable to hide the grin that came to her lips.

Cullen leaned back in his chair and adjusted his glasses. “Oh?”

He was wearing a blue cowl neck sweater that looked too damn good on him to be fair. “So we were talking grammar in fourth hour today,” she said. Mara picked up a whiteboard marker from the small magnetic box Cullen kept them in.

Cullen was chuckling. “You came in here to talk about grammar?”

Mara glanced to him. “Just wait.”

Cullen sighed and rested his face on his chin, giving her his attention. “Go on.”

She drew a colon and a semicolon right next to each other. “So I realized that this is a ‘Cullen’ and this is a semi-’Cullen’!”

She turned to look at him, unable to stop grinning. Only to notice that Cullen looked less than amused. “You’re quite proud of this aren’t you?”

“Your name is a grammar pun! Come on! It’s hilarious!” Mara set the marker down on the metal shelf a little harder than she meant to.

Cullen let out a long suffering sigh. “Not really.”

She crossed her arms. “You’ve totally heard this before.”

“Every year growing up since grade school.” He stood from his desk.

“Damnit, here I thought I was being so original.”

He laughed. “You were so excited to show me too; I should have been better natured about it.”

Cullen had closed the distance between them and grasped her arms. “Next time let me have my fun,” she complained.

He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

She sighed, and he laughed as he kissed her. She could feel the smile on his lips as they moved against hers. She buried her fingers into the soft wool of his sweater, pulling him closer. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and she melted into his arms.

Cullen pulled away a few moments later, golden eyes burning into hers. “I think it’s time to get out of here, don’t you think?”

“Yes, I don’t hear the zamboni anymore. Jim might be ready to do the trash next,” she said.

Cullen rested his forehead against hers. “Yeah, don’t really want a repeat of him walking in.”

“We weren’t even doing anything and I still couldn’t look at him for a week,” Mara admitted.

He chuckled. “Get your stuff and let’s go.”

Mara pressed a quick peck to his lips and left the comfort of his arms. “I’ll be quick, ‘colon’.”

“You keep making grammar puns and I won’t see you tonight,” he said, though the threat was empty and she knew it.

She smiled and said over her shoulder. “Just remember you love me, Rutherford.”

“Really bad puns and all.”

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Chai Tea        By: Y. Black


Saturday morning was upon me again. Over the last 18 months my weekend routine had become somewhat of a staple. I’d hit the gym by 8 a.m., workout decently for an hour shower and hit the Starbucks across the street. Always the same thing a Chai tea and a pastry. The baristas knew me by name, or should I say by order. Today was no different, and now it was coffee shop time.  Today Ty was taking my order. She had been here for a few months and had always been cordial with a beautiful smile. I enjoyed how pleasant the baristas were, yet another reason I always came to this particular shop. If I was too old to have a crush I might say I had one. Besides here I am 36 divorced with a 6 year old. She couldn’t be more than 21. What do I look like even thinking about her in such a fashion?

I order my tea and pastry and head to my corner booth. I read through my emails on my on my tablet and check the sports ticker for any updates from last night. I sipped and scrolled before I noticed Ty making her way to me table by table. I smirked at her youthful cuteness. Her vibe was poetic to me and I wasn’t even much of a poet.  I went back to my tablet as she yet approached. I ran my numbers month over month for the first two quarters of the year. I had been reevaluating things and trying to find a sense of normal even though it had been over a year since the divorce. She went for broke on me, took everything I built. I was just thankful I had the wherewithal to bounce back.


Mr. Tremaine always smiles at me, it makes me blush something awful though I try to hide it. I’ve grown accustomed to seeing him here every Saturday. He’s been here like clockwork every Saturday since I started 10 weeks ago. I am uber attracted to him but I know he’s out of my league. Not that I don’t look good or anything. It’s just that he has this salt and pepper thing going on in his beard, so I know he’s considerably older than me. Frankly that gray in his beard is sexy as fuck.  It made me feel like he was sure of himself. Like he knew what he wanted and what he was doing. I could very well be wrong, but that’s just what it represented to me.  His face still looked plenty youthful, which was a contradiction to the gray strands. He was always so pleasant and I adored his smile.

Making my rounds I am here battling whether I am going to make small talk or not. I am a real nervous wreck and I’m pretty sure it’s apparent. As I drew nearer to his table my heart began to pound as though it was prepared to burst from my chest. I see his head raise as I am now but one table away. A softball size lump forms in my throat. I want to speak, I swear I do; but my body will not grant me that courage nor satisfaction.

“Hey Ty, how’s your morning been?” His voice flowed from his succulent lips as serene as a peaceful current of a stream. I knew my cheeks were flush.

“I…I…… I’m have an ok morning. Even better that you’ve shown up.” I couldn’t believe my own mouth. “I mean I really look forward to my Saturday’s. You always make my day brighter.” I was so fucking beside myself to have rambled on like so. He smiled like he always did, and it wasn’t helping me.

“Well, is that so? I am so glad I can be bright spot in your day. Knowing that has made my day. Thank you.”

“No thank you.” I couldn’t stop smiling now. I tried to walk away and finish my rounds quickly.

“Ty, you have a gorgeous smile, and I hope have a great rest of the day.”

I want more of this Mr. Tremaine, I am completely smitten. He is just…. I don’t even know how to put it into words. But whatever it is, he’s that. I couldn’t help but keep gazing into the corner as he did whatever it was he was doing. I want him, no I need him.  After about five minutes of self motivation, I built up the courage to walk back over and try to strike up more conversation.


I caught a glimpse of miss cutie pie heading back my way, but I stayed focus on the spreadsheet. I figured she was tending to the rest of the tables and what not. But I guess I was mistaken. “Mr. Tremaine. Is there anything else I can get for you?” she asked me in the sweetest of tones. I smirked as my ears were pleasantly stimulated by the sound of her voice.

“No sweetheart, I think I’m ok. Thank you though.”

“Oh, no problem… Mr. Tremaine, how old are you?”

“Me? Well I’m seasoned let’s just say that.” Frankly I was a little self-conscious about telling my age especially seeing as to how I had a mild little crush on her.

“Really?” She chuckled. “Okay how about if you tell yours, I’ll tell you mine…. Deal?”

“Aight, well I’m 36.” I probably winced if I know myself well. I was a tad apprehensive as to her response.

“Really.” Her hand rested my shoulder.” Well I’ll be 24 by year end.” She smiled

“Wow, I wouldn’t have guessed that you past 21. Then again you know what they say right?”

“No, what’s that?” Ty responded.

“Black don’t crack.”

“You ain’t never lie” she did a quick vogue that had us both cackling. “Well Mr. Tremaine.”

“Please Tremaine is fine.” I interjected.

“Tremaine, I find you to be very handsome and always so pleasant to talk to. And to be completely honest and go out on a limb. I would really like to get to know you more. I know this isn’t professional of me but…”

“Shhhh, Hey it’s ok. I understand love, you only see me here, so I get it. You are too cute. I don’t mind us chit chatting at all.” I notice a slight rush of patrons making their way to the counter. “Here.” I handed her a card. “Call me when you get off and we can go from there. I see you are about to get a little busy.” I nodded towards the front of the store. I stood began gathering my belongings. “Ty, you have a great rest of the day and I look forward to hearing from you.” Her red cheeks let me know her emotion and excitement. I too had a smile as I left the Starbucks. I was surprised she was 23. I thought for sure she was going to say she was like 19 or 20. I didn’t feel so bad my little crush I had. I guess next time I wouldn’t be so reserved with her; then again I don’t want make shit awkward. I guess we’d have to see how things play out, I mean after all I did slide her my card. I was curious as to if or when she would call. Since the divorce dating wasn’t a priority, though the comfort of having someone was missed. I’ll admit there had been a few dates, but nothing or no one seemed to appeal to me. There were no expectations of connecting with Ty, though I wouldn’t mind seeing her cute face and smile more than on Saturdays.


For the last few months I been lusting after this man and now I have his number. It was surreal. I never thought me, clearly his junior would ever get his number. I mean I have friends who are sugar babies and things, but that has never been my thing. Would I even be considered a sugar baby, I mean I really liked him. I couldn’t wait to get off, so I could call him. I felt like I was in high school again.  My day seemed to drag and 3pm didn’t want to come. When it finally did I bolted for the door. I headed home to my sisters, we were roomies since I was still looking for work in my field after graduation. I got in and headed straight for the shower. It felt so good to wash the smell of coffee bean off my skin. I probably stood and let the water run off my skin for about 10 minutes before I actually bathed. I was rehearsing what I would say to him when I called. I definitely had plans on talking to him tonight.  

I exfoliated my skin with this magical coconut scrub my sister put me on to. My skin was feeling so soft and pristine.  My mind instantly drifted to Tre. How I’d feel in his arms and deepness of his voice vibrating my eardrums in such a melodic way. That’s when thoughts of his full thick lips crept into my already wayward thoughts. As they traveled along my neck, in my mind; my fingertips traveled between my thighs, in reality. I bit my lip at the luscious thought of him being ever so ravenous on my frame. The water from the show couldn’t wash away the wetness between my thighs. I parted my engorged lips and stroked my pinkness. Feeling my chest rise and fall heavily, I knew I wasn’t far from climax. I forced myself to stop and get out of the shower. I wanted to save this eruption for daddy. He didn’t know it yet but his fine ass was already daddy.

(Phone Rings)

Tremaine: Hello?

Ty: Hello Mr. Tremaine Woodard?

Tremaine: Yes this is he.

Ty: This is Tyenna, from Starbucks

Tremaine: Oh hey, how’s it going? How was the rest of your day sweetie?

A little small talk has led to me dressing up for dinner and drinks. My pussy was on leak already from the shower. That bitch was on tsunami from the sheer excitement of some one on one time with daddy. He’s only seen me in my work uniform, so you know I have to give him a little to look at. I threw on a bit subtle yet still telltale freakum dress and my favorite heels. Just as I was coming out of my room. Jen was walking into the house. “Hey sis” I called out.

“Hey… Girl, where you headed.” She called back, shocked to see me dressed up.

“Out girl, I know it’s been a minute.”

“Oh aight, you must have a date. I ain’t mad at ya boo.”  Jen always supported me getting out of the house.


I can’t say I was thrown off by the call, but maybe I can say I wasn’t expecting it so soon. Either way we were here, not too far from her job. I figured we’d do something she was familiar with so the Applebee’s close to her job was as good a place as any. I welcomed the break from work. Though I wasn’t sure how much we’d have in common, her smile was enough to get me out of the house. Her smile was absolutely electric as we sat across from each other. The waitress asked us if we knew what we wanted to drink. I looked at her, trying to bite my tongue. A sure fire young joke was right on the cusp of my lips. I knew she knew by the look on my face I was about to go there. She ordered a tropical drink of sorts, I think it even came with a pineapple. I decided to forgo my typical long island and went with the Mai Thai.

“You sure you’re old enough to drink that little lady?” I prodded jokingly as the waitress let stroll away with our drink orders.

“Ha Ha old man, you got jokes huh?”

“I may have one or two.”

“Better watch it, don’t want you to throw your hip out from laughing so hard.”

“Oh, okay…. I see how we playing.”

We ended up ordering appetizers and that was all. Neither one of us was really hungry. I myself was just happy to get out of the house for a little while. We laughed and kept good company the entire time.  She told me how she just finished school and was looking to make big moves in life in the near future. I myself opened up a bit about my current status in life and where I saw myself going. As the crowd started to dwindle around us I figured it was probably time for us to call it a night of sorts.


“I really enjoyed this, and thank you for allowing me to invade your space and time Mr… I mean Tre. Is it ok if I call you Tre?” I tried to keep my cool about me. Those couple drinks had me thinking and feeling other shit. “Behave”, I coached myself internally.

“Sweetheart you can call me whatever you like as long as you keep that beautiful smile on your face.”

I blushed hard as hell, to the point there was no denying that he’d gotten me with that line. I couldn’t let him win though, had to let him know what it was. “Anything huh? Well ok then daddy, I‘ll be sure to be a good little princess and remember to smile for you.” The sheer look in his eyes made my pussy clinch. I managed to flip the script on him in the middle of the parking lot.  

“Oh… hmph… Is that how we’re playing?” He questioned with a wide grin. I beckoned him closer to me, so I could pull him in close and whisper in his ear.

“This is no game daddy, but I definitely want to play with you.” I whispered in his ear before grazing my tongue along the outer rim of it. I guided his hand to my ass he pulled me yet closer into him and planted his lips on my neck. My body felt as though I had been hit with 10,000 volts of electricity. If he hadn’t been holding like he was I probably would have collapsed to the ground.

“Damn.” he said heavily as he released me. “You feel good in my arms baby girl.”

“So why let me go?”

“I can’t keep you here in my arms all night.”

“Maybe not here, but I’m sure there’s place daddy can take me.” I was letting it be known where I wanted things to go and where I wanted be. I felt I had to really put on my big girl pants and show him I meant business. I hope this wasn’t to direct, but I wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass me by.


I fell for her jazzy ways and that daddy talk was the icing on the cake to have her trailing me into my driveway. I was nervous a tad, it had been over six months since my last piece and to be honest that was just a nut for what it was worth. But I knew this was the start of something different, I could feel it in my gut. And even if turns out my gut was wrong, tonight was about to be one to remember. As I park and hop out her headlights shine bright into my eyes. I make my way back to her as her engine shuts off and the lights soon follow. Our eyes meet and the fire is ever so present. Her hand, I clasp as we make our way to the front door. I look over my shoulder while fondling for my keys and that gorgeous smile that was partly to blame for us being here greeted me. I turned completely to her and scooped her up. Her legs wrapped my waist and her arms fell in place around my broad shoulders and back. Our lips met, exchanging electricity between each other. Lips still locked I pinned her to the door as I continued to retrieve the keys. I gripped her soft cakes as I stepped into the house, closing the door with my foot. She felt so good in my arms.

I laid her down on the sofa, only parting to start pulling at my shirt.  I felt tugging at my waist line and by the time I had my shirt off my belt was undone.  I looked down at Baby-girl and she was focused on getting to my longing member. I watched in awe as she wasted no time sliding her tongue up and down my shaft. It been so long since I’d been touched outside of my own hand. I was already dribbling precum. Ever the observant one, she didn’t let it go to waste either. “Baby-girl you know what you doing huh?” I asked a rhetorical ass question.

“Yes… Yes daddy I do.” She turned me around and pushed me down on the couch. She moved her hair out of her way and began the jerk and bob rotation. Her mouth was legit heaven on earth. I was in amazement and sheer pleasure from the sight and feel of her mouth taking me in and out. I was trying to hold my climax but she was eager to make me release.  I wasn’t going to fight her much longer, she was deserving of every drop.


I had every intent on making daddy relinquish his seed to me. I wasn’t settling for any less. He probably is underestimating me because I am 13 year his junior. But after tonight he will know I’m a big girl indeed. I could feel in his body language that he was closer than close to getting that nut. I couldn’t wait to taste him.

“Daddy bout to cum baby.” He moaned to me and I relished in the deepness of his voice.

“Don’t hold back daddy, your baby-girl want it all. Can I please have it all?”

“Yes… You deserve it baby. Ugh.” He gave me my treat and enjoyed every drop. He tasted just as good as he looked. I’m sure my reaction let him know too. I stood to run and looked around for the restroom in this unfamiliar place.

“What’s wrong?’’ He asked with concern.

“I… I was just looking for the bathroom.”

“Hmmm…. Not before I taste that pussy. You thought I was just going to let you wipe all that wetness away? Slide those pants and panties off. Let that those swollen pussy lips find comfort upon my own lips.”

My pussy was indeed leaking something serious. Like a good little angel I obeyed his orders. He slid off the couch and just had his head leaning back so I could mount him properly. I grabbed the back of the sofa for stability and began rolling my hips and grinding this saturated pussy all over his mouth. Sucking his dick had me on 10. It was but a fleeting second before I was squirming in ecstasy. The way he flipped and rolled his tongue along my lips was paralyzing. Then he messed around and sucked on my clit. If I didn’t like his ass already, I sure as hell was head over heels now. I picked the right daddy for sure. He lifted me and told me to get on all fours. I did with no hesitation. I looked back at him and he slapped me on my ass, “Don’t look at me” her commanded. I was nervous yet excited. I felt his tongue slither from my lower back, down my crack, down over my tight ass hole, all the way to my now sensitive clit. He must have knew how sensitive she was. He lightly flicked his tongue over her making me moan with each tongue lashing. I never had my pussy ate from the back before, but damn it I could most certainly get accustom to this. “Can I have daddy’s dick, please?” I was ready for him to fill my walls with his turgid member. He pushed into me slowly. My walls gripped him for dear life. I was so glad I was still leaking like a sex fiend. My nails dug deeper into the couch the deeper he went. I tried to put my head down, but he pulled me up by my neck a said, “Daddy wants to hear every sound you make.” This man was too perfect. He was speaking to my soul. He began stroking these walls methodically. I couldn’t see, but I know my pussy was a creamy mess. His paced picked up along with the volume of my moans. I was poised to give him another nut, coat his dick with my exhale. “That’s it cum for me” he coached. “Cum for me like my good girl that you are.” My pussy squeezed his dick, as I came on his hard thrust. He followed moan and suddenly I felt empty, his warm seed began to spew on my ass cheeks. He laid on the couch and I crawled over and laid on his chest, still rising and falling heavily. We lay there in silence taking it all in.


“So Baby-Girl and Daddy huh?” I said barely above a whisper.

“Yeah that’s it.” She replied.

“I like the sound of that.”

Birthdays in Thedas

So I got deep into thinking about birthdays in Thedas, after a delightful little fluff headcanon jumped into my head and refused to let me pay attention to anything other than that. There are only TWO confirmed companion birth years. Some can be surmised with a relative degree of accuracy and cross-referencing events that happen with dates that are mentioned, or major notable achievements.

Re-updated with new information about Sera. Also Josie.

Confirmed years of birth:

  • Alistair Theirin: 9:10 Dragon
  • Dorian Pavus: 9:11 Dragon
  • Rhys: 9:02 Dragon

Semi-confirmed years of birth (margin of accuracy +/-1):

  • Wynne: 8:81 Blessed
    • Had a son at the age of 21, Rhys
  • Hawke: 9:06 Dragon
    • 9:31 Dragon, Gamlen talks about how Leandra ran off 25 years ago with Malcolm, with child.
  • Zevran: 9:04 Dragon
    • Father assassinated in 9:04 Dragon, mother died in childbirth.
  • Cassandra: 9:04 Dragon
    • Brother Anthony killed in 9:16 Dragon, she begged to go to the Templars. Sent to the Seekers of Truth instead at the age of 12.
  • Cullen: 9:11 Dragon
    • Became a full member of the Order at 18 and was so for almost a year before Uldred’s betrayal.

Estimated years of birth (margin of accuracy +/-3):

  • Anders: 9:01 Dragon
    • Twelve when he was sent to the Circle and it took him ‘almost two decades’ to finally escape when he met the Warden in 9:31 Dragon
  • Isabela: 9:00 Dragon
    • Married her husband at the age of nineteen, first year was relatively happy as she got to experience a new life. After the first year, starting becoming resentful as her husband purchasing gifts to buy her happiness was no longer enough. Spent about a few years dallying around, meeting with Zevran, before he was killed by the Crows and she escaped. Spent ten years as a Raider before her ship was lost at sea in 9:31 Dragon.
  • Fenris: 9:04 Dragon
    • Was a young man when he volunteered for Magister Danarius’s plan of lyrium tattooing, on the condition that his family freed. Spent a number of years under Danarius’s control before he wound up with some fog warriors, who gave him a taste of what freedom was like. Ended up in Kirkwall not too long after. Accuracy probably more like +/-5
  • Morrigan: 9:02 Dragon
    • A young Chasind woman spotted in 9:20 Dragon after a few years of not being seen around the villages. She was a young girl previously when encountered.
  • Lelianna: 8:95 Blessed
    • Met Marjolaine at the age of 16, began training a few months later with Marjolaine. When she joined the Divine’s side as her Left Hand in 9:31 Dragon: “To serve the Sunburst throne, she had to call upon the skills learned over two decades.”
  • Sten: 8:87 Blessed
    • A young, hornless boy soldier first encountered in 9:03 Dragon
  • Oghren: 8:87 Blessed
    • Branka and Oghren married young, she was not even 20 and he was a young warrior who’d proven himself in the Provings. Branka was named Paragon just a year after their marriage for her invention of smokeless coal in 9:10 Dragon.
  • Varric: 9:00 Dragon
    • First published in 9:18 Dragon. Born on the surface; House Tethras exiled to the surface as the Blessed Age drew to a close.
  • Vivienne: 8:95 Blessed
    • Transferred to Montsimmard Circle at age 19, considered exceptional and learned the Game quickly. Met Duke Bastien in 9:16 Dragon. The Duke was enamored with the young Mage.
  • Sera: 9:15 Dragon
    • She mentions Lady Emmald being her foster mother for a number of years. Lady Emmald dies “well before the Blight” and bequeaths to Sera her estate. Sera doesn’t go back to do anything with it till after the Fifth Blight, so I’m assuming at this point she was at the very least a young woman, maybe 16 - 20 in age. Accuracy more like +/-5.


  • Merril: probably in her twenties/early thirties as of 9:31 Dragon judging by her competence and knowledge, as well as position before she left the Clan.
  • Sebastian: probably late twenties/early thirties as of 9:31 Dragon. Rowdy youth, got up to shenanigans as a young man before being sent to the Chantry. Spent a number of years in service before his family was slaughtered in 9:31 Dragon.
  • Aveline: probably in her late twenties/early thirties as of 9:31 Dragon.
  • Josephine: probably in her early thirties as of 9:41 Dragon. Able to throw a ball for Leliana in 9:31 Dragon when Leliana came back to court, and had been there as the Antivan Ambassador for a while. I estimate year of birth around 9:11 Dragon as the latest she could have been born.
  • Solas: who the fuck knows, really. Appears to be ~40.
  • Blackwall: probably in his forties as of 9:41 Dragon . Real Blackwall was recruited in 9:17 Dragon and became Warden-Constable in 9:28 Dragon. Conferred with Warden-Commander Fontaine in 9:36 before falling off the map, and re-emerging in 9:41. Rainier spent a few years squandering tourney winnings before joining the Imperial Army. Served in the army for years. Became a mercenary after leading his men to unknowingly commit an act of treason. Indeterminate number of years as a merc, probably met real Blackwall sometime after 9:36 Dragon.
  • Cole: do spirits have an age? Young twenties in appearance.
  • Iron Bull: probably late thirties/early forties as of 9:41 Dragon . Spent a number of years in the Ben-Hassrath before being sent to Seheron, where he lasted eight years before it broke him. Transferred to Orlais as a spy, spent a few years with Fisher’s Bleeders before founding The Bull’s Chargers.

I drew this back in December and never uploaded it ‘cause I never thought to. Since I’ve been really busy with school and haven’t had the time to draw new content just yet, I figured it wouldn’ hurt to upload it now. o3o

It’s Little Strongheart! Only… you know, not so little anymore. >.>

Did you guys know that Over the Barrel was the first MLP:FiM episode I’ve ever seen? I was scrolling the channels and saw it on and I got curious, so I watched it, really enjoyed the episode, and I went back to watch the episodes that came before it. In short, while it isn’t my favorite episode, Over the Barrel is what introduced me MLP:FiM, and I’m really glad I decided to watch it. c:

Speaking of that episode, I really enjoyed the character Little Strongheart. Her design was cute, for one, and for two I really liked her attitude and personality. I think it’d be kinda nice if the show revisited the character, but I dunno if they have any reason to, so it’s whatevs. That’s why I’M gonna revisit her! 8D

A long while ago I designed her older appearance and, upon seeing it again, I decided to give it an update. Now she looks  a little more like a buffalo than she previously did, but she’s still pretty small for her species. I figured out a little something that could explain that so with that said here’s my headcanon on her:

Little Strongheart is the daughter of Chief Thunderhooves and his late wife Mayberry, a holstein cow he married before she passed away from wounds she got from a wolf ambush. As a half-breed, Little Strongheart is smaller than the average buffalo, but her stature doesn’t subtract from her prowess as a warrior nor does it undermine her rightful place as next-in-line as Chief of her tribe. What she lacks in brute strength (she’s still physically strong) she more than makes up for in being nimble and as quick as a bullet. Pair that up with a quick-thinking mind and a gut-instinct that’s rarely wrong, and you have someone who could run circles around most of her opponents.

While Thunderhooves hasn’t completely stepped down as leader of the tribe, he has been allowing his daughter to take over more responsibilities concerning political matters, and that includes maintaining the peace between the tribe and the Appleloosians. As such she often visits the little town for this and that, but she usually lingers to spend time with Braeburn.

I’m a go ahead and say that I think the two of them are cute together. Whether that be as BFFs or as a couple (as long as Strongheart is aged up to the appropriate age), it doesn’t necessarily matter to me, so it’s whatever you guys feel more comfortable with. Either way, they spend lots of time with one another and often like to run through the apple fields.

Buuut yeah. A little something to help me get back into the swing of things. This’ll be a very busy year but I think I’m ready for it, but let’s leave all that for an update I plan on making in the future. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this, and feel more than free to ask me questions if you have any. :3

Title: Sleeping Beauty In The Stacks

Recipient: ohmsford-martinski

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Thirty minutes after closing, Stiles finds someone sleeping in the stacks of the university library.

A/N: For ohmsford-martinski, whose love of Librarian Stiles inspired this. Happy Valentine’s Day!

Stiles pushed his cart through the library, turning off lamps here and there, collecting books that had been forgotten or cast aside in favor of other tomes. He would be more aggravated, but it was finals week. He had too many memories of his own zombie-like behavior during such times that he mentally added an extra hour to his closing shifts and adjusted accordingly.

He rounded the nearest stack, already reaching to grab two of the books off his cart for reshelving when the hair on the back of his neck stood up, alerting him to the fact that something was not as it should be.

When he spotted the man, the books in his hand nearly slipped through his fingers. Nearly. He tightened his grip at the last moment, though, and quietly shelved them before tip toeing over to the man who was fast asleep surrounded by a pile of medical texts, his black, square framed glasses nearly falling off his nose.

Staying well back – Stiles had enough sense to know that a student the age of this one might be funding his education with a GI Bill – Stiles reached forward and gently prodded at the man’s shoulder before snatching his hand back.

Instead of coming awake with a start, or lashing out like Stiles had half expected, the man just snuggled deeper into his thick, soft-looking sweater, his lips parting in a quiet snore that made Stiles bite his lip to hold in a chuckle.

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Only a Little Bit

Originally posted by hotdogcliffo

GIF credits to original owner

A/N: Hey pals! This is my first work ive ever posted on here, and it would mean a whole hell of a lot to me if you would tell me what you think! also: i used a slang term for the time period and if it makes anyone uncomfortable please let me know so I can update it and remove the word! thank you!

word count: 3.1k+ an actual shitload

💊1940′s Pearl Harbor AU Feat. Sailor!Cal and Nurse!Y/N💊


In the aftermath of the attacks on Pearl Harbor, Y/N was working as a nurse on a naval base. She and her boss, Doctor Patterson, were finally catching a break after 2 surgeries; an amputation and some stitches. The clock had just crept its way past 9:45 in the evening when they were pulled up and out from their coffee mugs to see who had just burst into the hospital. It was 2 young sailors, one Y/N was able to recall as her mutual friend Michael, but she didn’t recognize the boy laying limp in his arms with a tattered and slightly bloodied uniform. Immediately, Y/N sprung into action to aid the injured man.

Y/N looked over the unconscious man in her friend’s arms, taking note of the way his right knee was dislocated and the leg itself seemed fractured; though further inspection would be needed to determine those as facts. Y/N began to speak with her words flying out a mile a minute. “Michael, oh my lord! Who is this? What’s his name? Rank? Age? Is he responsive? Is he bleeding a lot from any one place? Wait, are you even alr-”

“Y/N, calm down and say all of that again but slower; I understood maybe half of what you were yelling in my face,” Michael soothed with a little bit of a smile on his face, as if he were trying to mask that his green eyes lacked their usual sparkle.

Y/N let out what felt like an entire lungs worth of air before quickly craning her head back to look at Dr. Patterson, who was flirting with the young new receptionist. Again. She turned to face the sailors again, this time making sure Michael was alright. He seemed physically okay, but his blond hair was messier than normal. he also had dirt on his face and all over his uniform. He seemed as if he had been crying not too long ago, since he had tears staining his red cheeks and puffy eyes. Y/N didn’t want to begin to think about what he had seen on board the ship and across the base since yesterday morning then proceeded to repeat herself.

“My friend, Petty Officer Calum Hood. He’s 20 years old, he was talking to me for a little while about 10 minutes ago, and I don’t think he’s bleeding anywhere but a bit on his forehead and his split lip stopped about 5 minutes before we got here,” Mike rushed out, his eyes glazed with tears and his voice laced with concern and guilt.

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