never be without

anonymous asked:

Not sure how you wanted the fenhawke suggestions, but what about Fenris reading poems or Varric's (infamous) stories to Hawke? Or maybe Fenris wakes up early or stays up late to practice perfecting something to show off the next day I'm all about that fluff and you write amazing :3

“I don’t like this,” Fenris said, and threw the book onto the table. There was a decidedly frustrated violence to the way he pulled out a chair and sat.

Hawke slowly finished chewing. He put down his fork.

“Hello, Fenris,” he said, as if his ex had not come barging into his kitchen first thing in the morning to find him in only a bathrobe and smallclothes, his hair an unruly mess.

Fenris made an aggravated motion toward the book.

“The Lady,” he spat. “She can never leave her vigil?”

“Not without dying, no,” Hawke said slowly.

“It isn’t fair.”

“It’s a curse. Curses generally aren’t fair.”


Fictional mages.”

Fenris glowered. As Hawke reached to take a drink of coffee, the elf took his mug from him. He drank deeply as he opened the book and began to flip through the pages, searching for a specific passage.

“Here!” Fenris said. He handed the mug back. It was empty. He began to read. “Upon her bower, the Lady lay – “

“Have you slept at all?” Hawke interrupted.

“No,” Fenris said. “Will you listen? Upon her bower – “

“I’ve read it before,” Hawke pointed out. “I recommended it to you, remember?”

“Yes,” he said. “And I don’t intend to forgive you. Now, listen – “

“I’m used to not being forgiven for things,” Hawke said, and he rose. “Let me get some more coffee, then, and I’m all yours. Do you want breakfast?”

Fenris looked up, then, and for the first time it seemed he noticed Hawke’s state of undress. His gaze on Hawke’s naked abdomen lingered for just a beat too long before it dropped lower. Then he looked away.

“Breakfast,” he agreed. “Yes. And coffee.”

“I’ll put another pot on,” Hawke promised.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I just finished reading Order of The Phoenix and my heart is in pieces about Sirius dying. 😭 So I was hoping for some headcanons where he never died and he and Harry live happily together after defeating Voldemort. (Bonus points if Remus and Sirius are married 😂)

I’m re reading that book now actually, so this is good timing for my sorrowing soul. (Took longer for me to make these since i wanted to read through his death first.) And i’ve never really done anything without the reader (Y/n) so excuse me if this is a little off.

(Headcanons take place before and after the war)

-First off: Without a doubt Sirius would take Harry under his wing and have him stay with him instead of that god awful family who shall not be named.

-And after the war they would get an apartment like Harry had always wanted.

-It would probably be close to a city, but just outside of it. Just enough so you can see the bright lights from a distance.

-It would probably always be slightly messy, but presentable enough so people could stop by a lot (which they do. It’s a real hot spot after the war.)

-And there would always be a radio playing music lightly. 

-Sirius giving Harry love advice that consist of mostly pick up lines and how to get one night stands (Because obviously Sirius was a player back in the day, and that’s almost all he knows.)

-But giving him real relationship advice afterwards.

“All you have to do is be true, Harry. Show her you love her whenever you can and everything will work itself out… Like magic.”

-After the war Sirius is re tried and gets freed. Since there was damning evidence that he was wronged. 

- And he would throw a huge party celebrating his freedom. 

-It would pain him to see Tonks and Remus together but the thought of him being happy would be enough to never really act on their old feelings. (Though there would be so much tension like wow)

-Harry and Sirius trying to cook actual food but ending up just completely failing and ordering take out.

-Sirius comforting harry when he has flashbacks of the war. And same goes for when Sirius has flashbacks of Azkaban.

-Sirius holding back tears when Harry moves out a few years later to live with Ginny and start a new life.

(Don’t kill me but i can’t break up Tonks and Remus)

In Love

I have so much love in my heart, I don’t think I could only ever fall for humans; I fall for things too. I’m in love with the leaves in the fall. The way they change color and sweep across everything you see. The way they satisfyingly crunch underneath your feet. I’m in love with voices. You have some sweet and melodic, some deep and raspy. The way the pitch changes with emotion. The way they manipulate to sing. I’m in love with space. The way the stars twinkle and the moon shines bright. The wondrous galaxies and nebulas. But of course, I’m in love with humans. The various heights, weights, & facial structures. The vast array of emotions. The way lips curl for a smile or pucker for a kiss. The way tears well up in the eyes and gently roll down cheeks. I love so deeply and remember all the little things. I could never live a life without love and I’m okay with that. I think I’m finally ready to accept that no matter what I will always have love in my broken little heart to give.



Ok so lately I’ve been wondering… how would RFA react if one day they walk in on MC after work or some shiz like that and MC is freaking spitting fire, listening to the most lit rappers and trap songs out there. MC doesn’t even notice whoever came in because MC is so into some lit tracks of thier own. MC even knows all the words and can rap along to some of the most difficult and fast parts. To the RFA members surprise, MC who never curses, freaking raps along without even trying to sensor it to something funny like MC usually does. Like DAMN MC YOU ARE SO QUIET AND POLITE WHERE TF DID THIS COME FROM?! LIKE YOU ARE SUCH A SMOL BEAN! Little does the RFA know is that MC grew up sorta ghetto, her friends were hood, her school was the one looked down on by other schools in the district because it was on “that side of town”. However, even though MC grew up in that kind of environment where even her neighbors were like low-key drug dealers, MC had a good and supportive family who raised MC up right so it never even crossed MC’s mind of going down a bad path. MC is super smart, a good student, and a generally good person over all (so pure♡ ^•^). However, MC’s environment did shape their interests in music lol. But since MC is a generally shy and sweet person by nature, none of the RFA members suspected that MC is actually a freaking bad ass and is capable of spitting out the illest tracks out there. Tbh RFA members were usually used to MC quietly singing along to emo/alternative trash, so this was VERY unexpected lololol.
(Based on my own personal experience of how surprised ppl are when they find out my sisters and I also listen to some hard core rap but little did they know….)
Anyways I haven’t ever made imagines and just reblog them, so if anyone wants to actually put how the characters would react to this and add on… Please do!!! Take it and run with it fam! I would much appreciate it. Give homegirl a shout out. ✌😎 Dueces
(Also sorry it’s long and if it sounds odd sorry I haven’t written a lot of gender nuetral stuff but I tried lolol)


Hypothetical Handplates scenario in which Sans realizes he can teach himself Common.

(Ugh, tumblr is making them blurry for some reason so I guess full-view if you want the not-blurry version??)

Convoluted explanation incoming. Handplates is an Undertale fancomic by @zarla-s and if you like Papyrus and Sans, go read it, is good stuff. So I guess this is an AU fancomic of an AU fancomic? I dunno, the idea wouldn’t leave my brain until I did something with it. So. Zarla did a Christmas doodle where Gaster gave the boys a box of ginger cookies that had the word COOKIES on the side in big letters, and because my job gives me way too much time to think about random stuff, I realized something.

In Handplates, Gaster taught the bros to read and write Wingdings but deliberately did not teach them monster Common (ie: English) so they can’t read his nametag or anything. Thing is, Wingdings is a 1:1 substitution cipher for English. Every Wingdings symbol exactly equals an English letter; it’s not a different language, just a different set of pictures. As somebody who has taught herself a fair number of substitution ciphers, there are a few things you look for when you’re trying to translate a code and you don’t have a key in front of you. Most notably, single-letter words (in English they will usually be A or I) or double letters next to each other. Like the OO in “COOKIES”.

Sans is smart. Gaster has fed them junk food before and odds are good Sans knows how to spell “COOKIES”. The word is on the box in huge letters and Gaster just said it out loud, so it is fresh in Sans’ mind. That double-O is a huge tip-off. He would put it together that the word on the front of the box matches what’s inside. Once you figure out a few of the letters, it becomes steadily easier to decode the rest.

I feel like Gaster exposes the boys to enough Common (the nametag, food wrappers, computer monitors, the books Sans sits on) that Sans could pick it up with a proper starting point. Papyrus probably not, because he had a hard enough time with Wingdings, but Sans is eager for any opportunity to undermine Gaster and I’m sure he’d jump at the chance. In this comic he elects not to tell Papyrus, though. He doesn’t know Gaster has cameras in the cell (or even what a camera is) but he’s figured out that Gaster can spy on them somehow, and the last time Gaster caught them learning something he didn’t like, Papyrus got the ever-loving hell beat out of him. So Sans keeps quiet about it for now. And thus starts the long-standing tradition of keeping important secrets from his brother.

On the technical side, it took me a freakin’ week to sketch and outline this whole thing. Coloring and shading only took me like a day. In the meantime Zarla actually kinda addressed the cookie comic, but this was almost done by then so oh well. I’m finding my poses and proportions turn out a LOT better when I’m doodling skeletons, like what, drawing basic anatomy will make you better at anatomy, you don’t say?? A lot of this was a self-challenge to see if I could imitate Zarla’s art style, and I referenced previous Handplates comics a lot for the backgrounds and Sans’ face. Full disclosure: Gaster’s pose up there is basically copied from Zarla’s original comic because I was rushing through to get on to the actual meat of the story. He’s just here for setup. I had fun trying to figure out how to do his Lost Soul head though. Also, I hate Papyrus’ face from the front. Also also, it was tricky trying to convey “mentally translating an unknown alphabet into a known one” when pretty much everyone who sees this comic is already familiar with the “unknown” one and not the “known” one, but I think I pulled it off. 

TL;DR- I imitated somebody else’s style to do an AU of an AU; I am not Zarla; Zarla is the creator of Handplates and also Gaster’s pose in the first panel; I like ciphers too much and also I gave the cookies icing because that is the only kind of ginger cookie I know.

Have a tiny self-indulgent gif while I try to remember how to hold my pen!


so i made a post complaining that we had no lazytown collages, and so naturally i rectified the situation by making my own

i sized them to work as a wallpaper for my samsung s6

merry christmas lazytown fandom