Inspiration pictures for my pieces on AO3. Things that give me giggles. Things and people that take my breath away. Dragon Age, Mass Effect, LOTR, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Pixar. Personal headcanon abounds. Books, and more books. Whatever catches my attention and keeps me distracted from the now.

18th September 2014

Question with 6 notes

delazeur said: Pen you tagged that Outlander pick "tumble in the gay" instead of "tumble in the hay" and I can't stop giggling now imagining it's a genderbent Anabel slash AU.

Oh god — my computer is being repaired and I’m tumbling on my phone. Let me just go fix that now…

18th September 2014

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James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser - Outlander

James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser - Outlander

Tagged: outlandersam heughansebastian vaelso that roll in the hay story?suddenly I'm thinking of it againSebastian and Anabel

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18th September 2014

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You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.
— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1 (1931-1934)

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18th September 2014

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Book Lovers Hand Stamped Cotton Pillow Cover // $40


Book Lovers Hand Stamped Cotton Pillow Cover // $40

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17th September 2014

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To those who take the time to message the writer of that one fic and say how much you like the fic and etc.


You are awesome people. I don’t care how many times someone tells me I’m a good writer, or they like my stories or anything like that, it means the world EVERY DAMN TIME.

So thank you, kind readers. It’s like a warm hug on a cold day.


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17th September 2014

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the alistair romance is really sweet

Tagged: so definitely a hardened Alistair thenAlistair TheirinDragon Age

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17th September 2014

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Tagged: style referenceAnnieA Happy Accident

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17th September 2014

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"Speedy" (1928)

Why do I think pre code Hollywood movies were far more interesting than we generally give them credit for?

"Speedy" (1928)

Why do I think pre code Hollywood movies were far more interesting than we generally give them credit for?

Tagged: Pre-code Hollywoodcensors ruin everything1920's movies

17th September 2014

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Tagged: pose referencestyle referenceSebastian VaelA Happy Accident

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17th September 2014

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Headcanon: You can tell what school of magic a mage uses by their hands.

Spirit Healers will always have soft and supple hands, using their staff very little to heal groups when one-on-one healing works so much better. Should they have callouses on their hands, they focus mainly on the fingertips and the dip of the palms, where pestles would he held to grind up ingredients, or where examinations would be performed touching as little of the sore spot as possible.

Blood mages have much rougher hands, littered with scars. They often cut the palm with a small blade to hide their blood magic until the last second, rather than use the open flesh and more flowing blood from the wrist. Their fingers often have a much more reddish tint to them, barely visible, stained with blood.

Entropy mages have much harder skin, changed to deal with the magic of death attempting to decay their skin. But Entropic magic is also about restoration, and thus they also have patches of much softer, newer skin in more sensitive areas of their hands, such as between each finger.

Creation mages have much softer skin, though not as soft as those of healers. There are scars on their hands, tiny little nicks from each spell gone wrong that has had the reverse effect to what they wanted, glyphs that have been turned against them by mistake. Their hands are often the most obvious to see, as Creation magic is hard to master, and thus accidents happen often.

Force mages have incredibly rough skin. Using such raw magic to aid them causes their skin to become rougher, the sheer power of the force spells toughening even their nails, making it almost impossible for them to gain any scars.

Elemental mages can have a variety of different hands, although it is very easy to catch them out; their palms will be too warm or too cold depending on the spells they use most, and their continuous use of a staff to aim such spells on a greater scale means that there are callouses on the bend of their fingers, where they grip the staff in their hands.

Primal mages have very strong hands, though their skin is often the weakest. They back up their flesh with rock armour and things from the world around them, leading the backs of their hands to be littered with scrapes where a Stone Fist has rubbed against the skin. 

Shapeshifters are harder to determine, but can always be found out depending on how they hold things in their hands; the ability to change between man and beast means that they tend to hold things a little differently to most people. A spider shapeshifter, for example, would hold most items in the tips of their fingers, while a bear shapeshifter would hold it in the flat of their hand, fingers curled just enough to keep it in place.

Tagged: headcanon acceptedmagesthe schools of magicDragon Age

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16th September 2014

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re: Isabela’s earrings prompt

scahill42 said: Thank you for this! Isabela is my best gal and just what  I needed this morning.

missmeggo929 said: I adore Isabela.

astralraindrops said: THIS IS PERFECT

My first playthrough I didn’t like Isabela at all, but I swear I like her more with every successive play. 

I adore her now. 

astralraindrops I’m glad you liked it! 

Sadly it seems to have been my one bought of writing ability today. I can’t seem to get anything else out and I think it’s because I have to ship my laptop off to the nice people at Alienware tomorrow to fix my keyboard issues.  I’m always nervous when my computer leaves me…

I’m going to try and work on everyone else prompts writing by hand.  Hopefully it will go better than it did today.

Tagged: a character and a thingpromptsisabelawriting and I were not working well today...

16th September 2014

Question with 7 notes

berlinaaa said: Anabel and how she deals with betrayal? Minor or major?

Actually the next chapter of ATMB deals with this in a big way and I want to save all my betrayal angst for that one…

Tagged: a character and a thingsaving this oneSebastian's in troubleand finds this out first handAll That Might Beberlinaaa

16th September 2014

Question with 12 notes

astralraindrops said: Anabel & Isabela's gold earrings

Takes place in Act One of All That Might Be shortly after Isabela has joined the gang. 


They’d made plans the night before to meet at the Hanged Man and go up to that brothel in Hightown to see what they could find out about the Knight Captain’s missing recruits. It had been decided that Aveline should sit this one out.

“Not that I wouldn’t welcome your help.” Hawke assured her. “I’m just not certain that anyone would believe you weren’t there on official business. You don’t really seem the type to frequent that sort of place.”

Aveline hadn’t liked it but couldn’t deny the truth of Hawke’s words. “You should take the pirate with you. She’ll be right at home in a whorehouse.”   She’d suggested with a smirk.

To her surprise, Hawke’s face had lit up. “That’s a brilliant idea, actually.”

Aveline had been aghast.  “Maker’s Breath, Hawke. I wasn’t serious.  You can’t take that woman into a brothel.  She’ll just run off with the first whore who catches her eye. She won’t be of any use at all.”

“Nonsense. Isabela can be very focused when she wants to be. And she’s the perfect person to bring along.  Andraste knows I’ve no idea how to behave in a brothel. I’d probably just giggle and blush and stare and ask all manner of inappropriate questions. And Carver would spend most of his time pretending he’s never stepped foot in the place before, when we know that’s a blatant lie.”

“Hey!”  Said Carver trying to look outraged.

Hawke just rolled her eyes. “Like I didn’t know about it.”  She turned back to Aveline. “Isabela can be my guide in the finer nuances of blending in at a brothel.” 

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”  Aveline had muttered darkly.

 Anabel had just laughed and kissed the older woman on the cheek.  “You worry too much.  We’ll be fine.  And if we get into trouble I’ve got a friend who’s an up and comer in the Guard.” 

Aveline had arched an eyebrow. “And you think I’ll just drop everything and come running to your rescue?”

Hawke’s eyes had twinkled. “Mmm.  Or at least make sure I get the cell with the best cot in it.” She’d replied, and still laughing had gone over to the bar to invite Isabela along.

So here they were the next morning, in the bar of the Hanged Man as they’d agreed.  Varric was ready and waiting and Anders had turned up as well, offering his services. 

But there was no sign of Isabela.

“Someone should go up and wake her.”  Hawke suggested and three pairs of male eyes had gone automatically to her. “Fine.” She agreed grudgingly and ran up the stairs hoping that Isabela would be alone and clothed and trying to decide if she had to choose one which it would be. 

Alone, she decided. Maker it would be embarrassing if she walked in on her with someone else doing…that, she thought as she reached Isabela’s room.  She knocked loudly.  “Isabela?  It’s Hawke.”  She had to repeat the action two more times before she got a grumbled response.

“Just come in already, Kitten.”

Isabela was alone, still in bed, and naked. “You’d better have a good reason for all that pounding.” She said with a scowl.  She looked different and it took Anabel a minute to realize it wasn’t the nudity, but the fact that but for her lip piercing the pirate was wearing none of her jewelry.  It almost made her seem more naked than the lack of clothing. 

Isabela noticed the staring and gave her a sultry smile. “Like what you see?”  She laughed when Anabel blushed and looked away. 

“We were going to the Blooming Rose this morning, remember?” Hawke said, looking anywhere but directly at her now.

“Were we?  Well that’s as good a reason as any to get out of bed.”  Isabela said and threw back the covers, walking naked to the small dressing table where Hawke was standing. She pulled the heavy gold torque she always wore out of a small open chest and fastened it around her neck before reaching for a pair of large disc earrings and putting those on as well. Still unclothed she ran a brush through her hair and tied a blue scarf in place, before standing and stretching languidly.

You couldn’t help but look at her.  Lush. That was the word for Isabela. Everything about her was lush.  Hawke felt like a twelve year old boy in comparison.  She glanced at the woman’s face and realized she’d been caught staring again.  “I do like your jewelry.” She said hastily. “Do you always wear it?

“I wouldn’t be me without it now would I?”  Isabela picked up a tunic that had been lying over the back of a chair and slipped it over her head.

Hawke held up one of the earrings in the chest to her own ear, looking at her herself in the badly silvered mirror. It was a large enough circle that it hid half of her ear.  “I could never pull it off. I’d look like I was wearing ear armor or something.”

“We could get you something smaller.”  Isabela suggested, sitting and pulling on one of her boots. “You need some pretty things, Kitten.” 

Hawke looked at her reflection for a moment longer before putting the earring back down. “No.  I need coin for the expedition.  Besides, I’d probably just end up getting mugged going back to Gamlen’s.”  She gave Isabela a curious look. “How is you don’t?”

“Don’t what Kitten?”

“You walk all over this town covered in gold, a lot of gold.  Why don’t people just take it?”

“It’s all in the attitude sweet thing.  Flaunt what you’ve got and people are usually uneasy about taking it away from you.”  She’d pulled on the second boot and stood.  “They think it’s a trick. That it can’t really be on offer like that.”  She reached down the front of her tunic and adjusted her breasts and then the lacing of her tunic.

The result was almost gravity defying, and Hawke had to admit, spectacular. She watched as Isabela fiddled with the laces at the side of the tunic until they showed just enough skin that you wondered whether or not she was wearing smalls beneath it, before tying another scarf around her hips.  “So if you put it all out there they think twice?”  She asked.  

“Exactly.” The pirate said. “If you’re that brazen about putting it all out there you’re either crazy, or dangerous enough to be able protect what’s yours.”  She made a small adjust to the front of the tunic so the gap between the two sides was even greater.  “Either way it keeps them from trying most of the time.”  When she looked up Hawke was smiling indulgently at her. “What?”  She said suspiciously.

Hawke went up on toes and kissed her cheek. 

Isabela frowned at her.  “What was that for?”

“Nothing.”  She said, still smiling. “I’m just glad I met you.  Ready for the brothel?”

Isabela decided to ignore it.  “Kitten, I’m always ready for a good brothel.”  She said with a cat-like smile.  “And who knows?  Maybe we’ll find you a new friend.”  She laughed when the girl blushed, and feeling that she had the upper hand once again, grabbed her daggers and sauntered from the room.

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16th September 2014

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Tagged: I think Annie needs a swing in her atticA Happy Accident


16th September 2014

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Among Those Present (1921)

I have no idea what this actually refers to but “re-painted wallflowers” is my new favorite phrase.


Among Those Present (1921)

I have no idea what this actually refers to but “re-painted wallflowers” is my new favorite phrase.

Tagged: repainted wallflowersanyone who's been uncomfortable at a party understands what that means