So the bird Inquisitor thing is my jam rn, could you do DA:I companions react to an avian Inquisitor who's in the process of molting? Non gif - Romances if possible c: Thank you!
Cassandra: She thinks it’s sort of funny at first, but then less so when their feathers are EVERYWHERE. She asks them if they can somehow manually get them all off to halt their process of leaving feathers all over. She grumbles at the mess, but does feel a little bad for them when she sees them itching. If Romanced: She tries to help get the molting feathers off, or at least itch a little in places he can’t reach. “Maker’s Breath,” she says, “how many feathers do you even have?” “Not enough for you to have to spend forever with me. A pity.” he teases, and she groans but laughs.
Iron Bull: “Man, where were you when we did that job trying to scare the shit out of that noble? We could have used all these feathers.” He just suggests flapping them vigorously to see if that helps get them all off. If Romanced: He suggests some exercise to “REALLY ruffle those loose feathers right off. Repeatedly, if you want.” His bedroom is absolutely COVERED in feathers later, but he doesn’t complain.
Blackwall: He just takes it in stride, laughing as they sneeze and kick up a whirlwind of feathers. “Here,” he offers, handing them a wooden back-scratcher, “made this for you. Maybe it’ll help, eh?” He may take a feather to use as a reference when carving his rocking griffons. If Romanced: She’s embarrassed by the mess when he comes up to her room, but he gets a kick out of it. “It’s not so bad,” he laughs, “at least I can find you for a kiss. It’s a little trail of Inquisitor-ness.”
Sera: She collects some of them for pranks, and has to compete with Leliana’s agents and Josephine’s cleaners for them. It’s all worth it, though, she cackles as she prepares to dump feathers on nobles after getting glue on them and tickling feet and noses. “You ought to drop your feathers more often, and tell me first.” she laughs. If Romanced: She calls first dibs right away, but fewer of them are used for pranks. Instead, she saves them and hides them for herself, though she tucks feathers into places she can see readily to remind her of her girlfriend. She also gets the spots her girlfriend can’t reach.
Varric: “Hold on, get those feathers in a bag– I’m going to feather-bomb the Merchant’s Guild the next time they start asking me to respond to their letters.” Alas, he has to compete with several others going for the feathers, so he gives up on the idea and salvages a few to keep as backup quills. “Tell me ahead of time you molt, next time. I swear it’ll be a great prank.”
Cole: His main concern is trying to alleviate the Herald’s itching and irritation, because no one is hurting because of the molting but them– in fact, most of Skyhold finds it mildly amusing, if anything. “Don’t itch. The hurt will be worse.” he warns. “Vivienne can make medicine that helps. Raw, tickling, itching irritation, wind carrying scales of color away, it must be hard…”
Vivienne: She wrinkles her nose at the mess and arranges for a tailor to make them “wingsocks” to contain the feathers– “Before all of Skyhold is covered in feathers.” she says dryly. She also scolds them if they itch at raw spots too much– “it will make the itching worse.” Instead, she offers a cream that’s supposed to help soothe itching.
Dorian: “Ah. Molting season, I see.” he says dryly as some spots on their wings are bare and feathers follow them wherever they go. “Just do be careful up in the library, else I’ll find my nook covered in feathers. Josephine is already fussing over the mess your feathers are making.” He might pick up one or two to use as bookmarks. If Romanced: He takes some time to try to get loose feathers free and clean them up. “Amatus, you’re positively a mess.” he teases. “Fortunately for you, I find it sort of charming.”
Solas: There’s not much they can do about it, so he doesn’t find reason to comment much. His nose does wrinkle in distaste, though, as feathers always land on the floor, on the desk, on the bed in his room in the rotunda whenever they go through it. If Romanced: He finds it sort of amusing, really. He gets at spots she can’t get and steals a feather for himself.
Josephine: She has to ask some poor workers to clean up the feathers– they pile up quickly and make quite a mess. She cringes as nobles and visitors pick up feathers to keep, and even as a few Orlesians offer to scratch at particular itchy spots to relieve them, in exchange for the feathers. The DeLauncets even offer to pay for all of the feathers for some sort of… pillow or bed composed of the feathers. Josephine doesn’t want to ask or know. If Romanced: She’s sympathetic to their struggling, and in her time off, massages any irritated or itchy parts of their wings, in spite of the feathers rapidly dropping off.
Cullen: “Maker’s breath, what a mess.” he grouses as he tip-toes over a pile of feathers or two. He has the decency to not make a single comment, however. If Romanced: He follows the feather trail right to her to give her a kiss. She giggles and asks if he minds the mess. “Not at all,” he laughs, “the feathers are almost as beautiful as you.”
Leliana: She advises collecting the feathers for use later. She uses them to throw off Venatori in the field, who follow the feathers thinking it leads to the Inquisitor. It works effectively. “Do let me know ahead of time next time you start molting.” she says cheerfully.
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A/N: Gif not mine. This is loooong overdue. Requested by a lovely anon. Prompt: “Heyy I’m mute and I would love a snape X student reader where the readers also mute and her and snape are kinda like friends cause he’s always nice to her and one day he helps her with something and she says thanks to him in his head like legilimency ?? Xxx” I’ll be honest and admit that I don’t know exactly how legilimency works and sorry if Sev is ooc. I hope I did this justice. Sorry if any of my understandings are incorrect. Enjoy!
Severus had dealt with many challenging things in his life. When hearing of one of his students who may, at times need extra assistance, he took it upon himself to offer her the same level of education just like any of his other students.
However, this was not the difficult part. You see, Severus and (y/n) had developed a special bond over the years. (Y/n) was extraordinary when it came to the fine skills of potion making.
Straight away this had put her in favour with the known stoic professor. The difficult part, was what he had decided to do without the knowledge of anyone else.
He had to fine tune it before he would reveal it to anyone. It took years to hone in on it, but he was finally ready to reveal it. What better way than to tell (y/n) that he had decided something very special just for her than the plan he was preparing to set in motion.
This relationship was not one-way, (y/n) had also taken it upon herself to do something for her admired Professor.
This is how she ended up wringing her hands nervously before approaching the emerald-clad witch.
With a polite tug at her robes, Professor McGonagall looked down to (y/n) and greeted her, “Hello, Miss (l/n), I hope you are doing well. Is there something I can do for you?” Holding her arm outstretched (y/n) offered her something.
A small parchment folded neatly. Scrawled on the piece of paper were the words: “How do you learn legilimency?” Heart beating fast, (y/n) knew that this could get her in serious trouble.
After all, legilimency was a skill associated with the dark arts for its invasive nature. The stern professor read the words and immediately looked into (y/n)’s fearful eyes.
This was it, you couldn’t take it back now. Professor McGonagall let out a deep sigh, “Legilimency is not something we teach here at Hogwarts,” (y/n)’s heart sank, “You can only find such books detailing the skill in the forbidden section of the library. It’s highly unlikely that you will find a teacher willing to sign the necessary permission slip. I can assure you I will not do such a thing."
As the professor turned slightly, preparing to walk away (y/n) only just made out her next words, "I am not saying that your desired book will be found two bookcases down on the third shelf.” (Y/n) snapped her head up as Professor McGonagall continued, “Nor am I saying that on Thursday nights I will be assigning Filch night duty by the kitchens, far from the library.” With that she left.
That was it, that was perfect! (Y/n) could now spend her Thursday nights learning Legilimency.
Every Thursday night she had found herself slumped over a thick book at one of the library desks.
The first night she made the mistake of not wearing proper clothing; it was freezing! Luckily one of her muggle-born Hufflepuff friends, those friendly puffs, gave her this muggle contraption called a thermos. Whatever weird way it worked, you were grateful.
Since the start of this experience you were always remembering to do things slightly different; wearing warmer clothes, having a thermos, packing snacks, a blanket and more.
You were now completely comfortable in the forbidden section. Maybe a little too comfortable… you had accidentally fallen asleep maybe once… or a few times now.
Luckily you still hadn’t been caught yet. There were a few close calls, oddly enough it was the exact reason why you were there; Professor Snape.
He had come into the library on the third night, it seems he was returning a book.
That was odd why is he returning it in the middle of the night when no one can check it back in? Unless he never checked out the book in the first place?
Things didn’t add up; to add more confusion to the matter when he had left you walked to where he’d left the book and realised it was in the muggle section.
Try as you did you couldn’t work out exactly which book he’d returned.
(Y/n) sipped at the beverage that warmed her soul. “You have nothing to worry about. You are my top student and should have no problem with this assessment.” The masculine voice was laced with a reserved familiar softness that calmed her.
At any hint of evaluation, (y/n) couldn’t help but be nervous, that’s why she was currently sitting in front of the intimidating Professor Snape.
However, he wasn’t as cruel as he seemed, especially for those who were willing to work hard. “Now the calming draught should ease your worries, I suggest you head back to the dormitory and write out the steps multiple times to commit it to memory."
On this occasion Snape showed one of his rare smiles, as he stood from behind his desk before he walked (y/n) out. "Now, if you have any other worries, don’t hesitate to find me."
He showed her the door, turned to look at her before she left, analysing her thoughts; they were still not full of certainty. "I have complete faith in you.” He told her, his voice filled with truth.
With a watchful eye, Professor Snape shadowed his students while they attempted to make a rather advanced potion.
His eyes scanned over to (y/n), who he realised looked quite concerned. He searched for the answer, “Sir, the instructions are saying to add the frog legs before the willow sap has had time to heat up. But, that will cause the potion to not mix properly. You’ll end up with a potion that will, at its full capacity, only just work, with limited effects. Is the textbook wrong?"
Not wanting to take away from the experience of trial and error from the rest of the class and deciphering through which students belong at a N.E.W.Ts level, Severus Snape simply nodded, confirming her thoughts.
At the end of the lesson, the potions were assessed and graded.
It was no surprise to the Potions Master when (y/n) had made another perfect potion. "You could all learn a lot from Miss (l/n), who has once again made another excellent potion."
Wand in hand and a flick of his wrist, the other dismal potions vanished.
Excitement filled the Great Hall; Final Examinations were over.
No one cared too much about their results at this time, they were free! The future had not crossed their minds in this very moment, they were celebrating together in the present.
It was a tradition as of late to let the graduating students set off Dr Filibuster’s Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks, as most graduating students were of age or nearing.
Purple, pink, orange, red and blue streaked the hall’s open space. The charmed ceiling even joined in with its own firework display.
Smiling faces and laughter filled the Great Hall as the final feast of the day was served. (Y/n) sat enjoying her time with her friends as they talked charismatically - (y/n) enthusiastically signing to her friends, fumbling occasionally due to excitement.
She didn’t realise the professor walked passed her, not wanting to interrupt the conversation he had dropped her a note. "Professor Dumbledore and myself would like to discuss your N.E.W.Ts results. Following the feast, make your way to the Headmaster’s office. - S. Snape"
Professor Snape waited for you at the concealed door. Upon your arrival you noticed the slight quiver of his lips raise in a slight curl, "With me Miss (l/n),” he swooped over to the light bricks and spoke, “Sherbet Lemon."
The wall rattled and moved back to reveal a staircase that spiralled upwards. Snape stood on it, quickly you followed suit standing two steps below him.
You came to a gryffin door where Snape raised his has hand and knocked twice.
The Headmaster’s office was filled with so many exotic and interesting things; most notably there was a large bird with glorious red, orange and yellow feathers.
"Ah Miss (l/n), I’m so glad that you can join us.” You we’re still confused as to why you were there and not quite sure if this was about to be a bad encounter or not. But judging by the smile on the Headmaster’s face, you felt almost at ease.
However, anxiety still bubbled within you.
Albus sensed this and spoke, “Fear not, we are merely here to discuss your rather pleasing results."
You looked between the two men but your eyes settled on your Potions Professor as Dumbledore’s words floated over, "Severus, would you do the honours."
A curt nod to the Headmaster, Severus spoke, ”(Y/n), you have received excellent results, beyond the average capabilities of your classmates. This is something to be very proud of.“ Your mind was racing trying to fathom what was taking place before you.
Dumbledore agreed, "Both Professor Snape and myself would like to offer our highest of praises.” You were awestruck. It wasn’t until Snape had passed something to Dumbledore that you had realised he’d even moved.
Still smiling just as brightly as he had when you entered his office he handed over a lovely bouquet of assorted coloured flowers.
A twinkle in his eye, Dumbledore looked towards his colleague. You had a feeling that he knew something you didn’t.
Your eyes followed his gaze to the stern professor. Hands clasped behind his back and a posture of intimidation. “Well done, (y/n),” Snape spoke so softly it seemed out of place for the stoic man. “You graduated with outstanding results, and in other areas of your study have done well.” the last word was drawn out, you knew yourself that Potions was by far your best subject.
He paused before drawling, “Save for the couple of Acceptable and one Outstanding."
"Very well indeed,” chimed Dumbledore who seemed to be almost bouncing on the spot from pure joy.
You cocked an eyebrow in confusion, you felt there was something more.
There was a knock at the door. “Enter,” Dumbledore’s gravelly voice commanded the unseen figure.
A jovial witch appeared with a light-hearted smile. “Professor Dumbledore, may I ask your assistance?” To which Dumbledore nodded with a polite manner of excuse.
Professor Snape cleared his throat.
Taking a deep breath the man before you seemed oddly and uncharacteristically unreserved. “Miss (l/n), please excuse my poor attempts, there is something I wish to tell you… er, show you. However, keep in mind that this is for mere congratulatory purposes."
You were utterly confused but watched tentatively as Professor Snape raised his hands and slowly began moving them in precise movements. You understood perfectly; he spelt out your name, congratulated you and presented that he wanted to ask you something.
He spoke again, "Now, you must forgive my forgoing the art of ‘sign language’, my ability has not yet reached the desired level."
Without so much as a smile, he continued in a professional-job-interview-like manner, "I would like to put forth my recommendation that you consider taking up a position here at Hogwarts as a Potions Teacher’s Assistant.” For a moment you just stared.
Surely this wasn’t true.
Time passed and a smile appeared finally on your once void face. You nodded enthusiastically, agreeing to the offer. Snape merely nodded curtly.
The hysteria bubbled inside you, without thinking you had used your newly developing skill to say “Thank you, Professor Snape. For everything.”
Obsidian eyes locked to your (e/c) ones, a look of shock that quizzically searched for truth that he had imagined what had taken place. “You learnt Legilimency?"
You nodded simply. Explaining through the same means, "I thought it was best to learn to communicate easier."
Years had passed and you were standing in front of a group of first years. Overlooking their Potions.
You looked to the man who stood menacingly at the front of the classroom, brooding over the students’ efforts. "Check Mr Thomas’, with a few minor changes he should be on the right track to achieve decent results on his upcoming O.W.L.’s."
"Right you are, Professor (l/n). Mr Thomas please see to it that you remember to let your potion simmer longer before adding the eye of newt."
The class had reached its succession and in a billowing fashion Snape bid you good evening and made his way to his office.
Laying on you four poster in your private quarters a smile graced your lips.
No matter the circumstance, with or without aid your achievements could never be masked.
A lifetime ahead only proves to be an opportunity to keep going.
NO OK LET ME EXPLAIN THIS PHOTO FROM THE PAST RIGHT HERE. YOU LISTEN TO THIS RIDICULOUS BATTLE OF EPIC PROPORTIONS.
SEE ONE SUMMER I COULDN’T SLEEP BECAUSE THIS ASSBASKET OF A MOCKINGBIRD SAT IN A TREE OUTSIDE MY WINDOW AND SANG ALL THE FUCKASS TIME. EVEN AT NIGHT. I COULD EVEN HEAR HIM ALL “AHCHEECHEECHEE M'LADY” ON THE HUNT FOR SOME MOCKINGBIRD BOOTY THROUGH EAR PLUGS.
ONE NIGHT I GOT SO FED UP THAT AT THREE IN THE BUTTNUGGET MORNING I WENT OUT IN THE BACKYARD IN MY PAJAMAS AND GARFIELD SLIPPERS AND TURNED ON THE HOSE SO I COULD SCARE HIS HORNY BIRD ASS OUT THE TREE.
I DANCED MY ASS AROUND AND SPRAYED EVERYWHERE CACKLING LIKE MANDARK FROM DEXTER’S LABORATORY. AND HE SHUT UP SO I WENT TO BED.
BUT THIS BIRD, THIS BIRD WAS NO ORDINARY MOCKING BIRD. HE WAITED UNTIL I WAS JUST DRIFTING OFF INTO A LAND WHERE BIRDS DON’T BOOTY CALL AND WHEN MY HEAVY EYELIDS WERE JUST CLOSING, HE STARTS THE FUCK BACK UP AGAIN. EVEN LOUDER.
SO THE NEXT DAY I GOT MY ASS OVER TO THE WAL-MART AND BOUGHT THIS HERE FAKE OWL. IT WAS TIME TO FIGHT BIRDS WITH BIRDS. I TOOK A SELFIE FOR GOOD LUCK. I TIED THIS GLORIOUS OWL OF HORNY BIRD ERADICATION TO THE FENCE AND THEN SLEPT FOREVER.
I love the way your blog looks! Your new icon, header, everything 🔆
thank you so much, dear!
i’ve been in a weird mood lately. i read an amazing book and as a result i’ve been thinking about forests, wolves and elves… and so this drawing happened. when i made it my new header, i decided to change the rest too. i’m so glad you like it!
Draco was a wounded snake. He remained with his belly flat to the ground, hiding in the darkest bushes to remain safe from predators while he healed. But Luna couldn’t be slippery and silent and serpentine. She couldn’t be confined to the darkness like he was. Luna was a glorious, colourful bird; she longed for the open skies and the summer sun, and to swoop and soar and circle the fluffy white clouds. Her kind heart kept her wings clipped, and Draco took her for granted.
@katiramayrem i’ve determined that roach and mosquito have a rule where mosquito always asks permission from roach to flip people off and doesn’t do it unless roach gives her the O.K. (he almost always does because she only ever tends to want to do it to people who are being complete jerks to the two of them) and then they both do it together with all their arms at once. 8 birds. 8 glorious birds a-flippin’