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questinwitchface · 2 years

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ok so from your WIP Game

Two Big, Blonde, Bearded Himbos Discover They're a Little Queer

fucking iconic title we love it

Peter/Oli - No Bad Decisions

PETER !!! AND OLI!! SDOJGAS

basically all of your writing projects sound so cool and so do all of your other art projects

like,,, nerd vest? bi pride skirt?? avenger dolls??? askSJOdjsjZIS

i would love to learn more abt the wips u talked abt if u have the energy to share that's all thx <3

Okay, you asked for a lot of them (thank you for being interested!), so I'm gonna try to keep the explanations short so this answer isn't a mile long lol.

Two Big, Blonde, Bearded Himbos Discover They're a Little Queer is a Steve/Thor fic. I don't have much of it written, but the premise is basically that Thor and Steve both think they're straight and discover that they are not. Steve realizes he's feeling some kind of way about Thor's sparkly eyes and freaks, so he goes to Sam and Bucky for help. Meanwhile, Thor figures out that he's not squeezing his gym bro Steve's biceps platonically, so he goes to Valkyrie and Loki for help ("Can you just... wake up one day and realize you're attracted to a man after thinking you were straight for a couple millennia?"). Their friends try to help them get together, and it's really just a bunch of awkward fails and confusion lol. They get together at the end tho. (Also thank you, I'm really super proud of this title 😊)

Peter/Oli - No Bad Decisions is a spin-off of Pride Brought Us to Bad Decisions that takes place during Peter's sophomore year at MIT, when Oli ends up moving in with him, Ned, and MJ. Cue the cute Oli/Peter romance. Idk if I'll ever actually write this one bc I always feel kinda weird about making OCs a main part of a fic, but idk. I really love Oli, and I liked writing Peter like this, so whether it's popular or not, I'll probably end up writing it eventually. I love them. 😅

Nerd Vest is a white denim, cropped vest I bought about a year ago on clearance at my favorite store, and I've been slowly and surely doing nerd shit to it. I'm currently working on some Avengers-themed embroidery along the hem, which is slow-going because I have embroider and denim is thick. I have plans to acquire patches to sew on and pins to pin on it, and if I get really brave, I'll pick up some fabric medium and maybe attempt painting on some designs, but idk about my paint skills, lol.... Nerd Vest!

Bi Pride Skirt is my attempt at crocheting myself a skirt. It's basically like 15 purple panels I plan on joining together with pink and blue, and doing a pink waistband with a blue scalloped hem at the bottom. Idk if that makes any sense for people who don't crochet, but, as usual, I'm making it up as I go along, so idk how to explain it better yet. I only have the purple panels made right now.

Avenger Dolls are little crochet dolls (I think they're technically called amigurumi or something like that?). I found a pattern book and kit thing at Barnes and Noble 2+ years ago, and it only includes like 8 character patterns, but I'm pretty sure the patterns are adaptable for other characters if I dedicate enough brain power to it. So once I've finished the first one (I misunderstood the pattern on the first attempt and the result was 🥴 not great, poor drunk-looking Steve), I'll figure out how to make myself a little set of my favorite little characters.

I'm sorry that was so long. Hopefully each thing was interesting enough. I know you said you're interested in all of it, but explaining all my WIPs in one post felt really gratuitous lol. Thank you for asking and being interested! 😊

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icysab · 3 years

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Hi! May I please get a bts matchup with a moodboard?

Physical description - I'm a straight female, I'm 5'9 and I have long wavy black hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone and I'm slim with broad shoulders!

Likes/hobbies - I love reading, my favorite genres are fantasy and poetry. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having discussions on different topics. I have quite a few creative hobbies! I love embroidery and knitting and I can sew a little. I love cooking, baking and cleaning up since they take my mind off of things and help me relax. I also love learning about new things and collecting knowledge! I'm very interested in psychology, mythology, history and fashion.

Personality - It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do I get really talkative and outgoing. I'm the therapist friend and people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I can be quite dramatic and stubborn and I tend to be withdrawn at times. I get frustrated easily and I'm quietly competitive. I'm quite ambitious and I love being the best at everything I do, though I can lack the hard work and conviction needed to get there. I'm a ravenclaw and a taurus, my mbti is infp and my enneagram is 4w3. My enneagram describes me quite well! I like to receive love through physical touch and words of affirmation and I show love with words of affirmation and acts of service!

What I'd look for in a partner - A sense of belonging and being loved first and foremost, I've always craved that. I'd like to at ease and comfortable enough to be myself. I'd love someone who is fun, loves bantering and joking and has a sense of adventure. At the same time, I'd love some quiet moments of sincere intensity and passion. I'd love a partner who is intelligent and loves talking about books, movies and poetry! These aren't hard and fast rules though!

Favorites - My favorite trope is doomed romance, where both the people know that it will end badly for everyone but can't help falling in love and a soulmate trope thrown in. My favorite colors are darker shades of blue, green and red. I also adore pink, especially the softer and lighter shades!

I'm really sorry for how long this got! Please take your time and feel free to ignore this if you want! Thank you, have a fantastic day! 💗💗

i match you up with…

bts’s taehyung!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

eight months. it had been eight months since you and taehyung had started meeting in secret, in the night like this.

you both knew how foolish it was, for he was a simple garden boy and you a princess, to be married. if you were to be caught you’d both be executed on the spot, but alas, young love halts for no one.

in these harsh, turbulent years, taehyung had always been your constant. when you tripped and scraped up your knee as a little kid running through the thick and unforgiving hedge maze near the east wing of your castle, he helped you up. when you just needed some fresh air after feeling so suffocated, you always could find him in the garden, and just sit with him. and, when you found out that you were to be engaged to the man that killed your mother, he held you while you cried your heart out.

your mother had always liked taehyung. from the moment you both met, and he hid behind a bush from you. she had teased you about your little crush on him, and joked about your wedding. but, she assured you, that whoever you fall in love with, whether it be a simple garden boy or a grand prince, you’d be free to marry them. she was truly a kind and benevolent queen, and you’d always aspired to lead like her.

you’d always been granted the illusion of choice. that is, until the prince of the neighboring kingdom, the one that your kingdom had had a feud with for nearly a century, had murdered your mother while she was on an expedition. and now, you were being forced to marry him, in order to forge a bond between the two kingdoms and create peace.

taehyung is your safe place. the whole world could be crumbling but when kim taehyung is beside you, everything is okay. and now, even he’s being taken away from you—your fiancé is demanding you come to live with him, and you have no choice but to comply.

you both silently cry, entangled in each other. unmoving, you sit still for hours. the moon falls lower and lower in the sky, and the sun begins to creep over the horizon.

your time left is ticking away, like sands slipping through an hourglass.

after today, you’ll never see him again.

spangles of sunlight begin to enter your room, and that’s when you know he must leave.

you slowly force yourself to peel away from his embrace.

“well,” he whispers, words almost inaudible. “i guess this is goodbye”.

you cant even form words. what do you even say to him? the man you’ve loved since childhood. all you can do is let the tears escape, tumbling down your face, hot and wet.

he reaches over to wipe one off your cheek, and presses his lips there in its place.

“i love you”.

and with that, he crawls out the window, into the sunrise.

omg i’m so sorry this is kinda short i tried to make it longer but ahh i didn’t know how also legit this is causing me so much pain fjsjs. okay also, this has some themes inspired by a webtoon called “subzero” so idea credits from there!! anyways i hope i did the doomed romance trope justice!

and if it’s cool i just did both a playlist and a moodboard teehee

playlist!!

the merry go round of life- joe hisashi

you may know this from tiktok or from howls moving castle, but to me this song just sCREAMS elegance and royalty. dancing to this with your fiancé while only thinking of how he isn’t anything like tae.

daechwita- agust d

once again, sCREAMS royalty au. i mean just like the mv itself. like. yes.

midnight love- girl in red

okay so like the part about only being able to love each other in the moonlight just tOTALLY fits ur relationship like sm. in a certain way, tae can only ever be your silver, not your gold.

did you come?- girl in red

okay so like for extra sadness factor imagine like your fiancé dying and you coming back to tae being with another girl while you’ve been waiting for him, after all this time

geyser- mitski

you’ve never felt so alone in your entire life. tae is your number one, the only one you want. not anyone else.

here’s your moodboard :p

thanks so much for the request!!! i had lots of fun making myself suffer writing this teehee

wanna request a matchup? here are the rules!

#why #kpop matchups #okay maybe i’m just being dramatic but this hURT TO WRITE #bts taehyung #bts v #bts x reader #royalty au #sabs matchups <3 #taehyung

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thatonesakudere · 3 years

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(cynet for either or both) ⭐️x2, 👂, 👤 + santiago

@malgatillo

⭐️ (or multiple) for a headcanon about our muses

⭐️ Dancing on your own is cool n' beans but- Dancing with someone else? Now, it's twice the fun! Cynet would 100% try and get Vaas to dance with her (and not just once). Any dance, any moves, any genre — it doesn't matter, as long as they be grooving 🕺 She'll likely try her luck whenever there's some time to spare and music to dance, AND when Vaas is in a good mood; especially if he's tipsy. Or she is 🤭 Though, to be fair, if Cyn's tipsy, then nobody (even Santiago) is safe from her "dancing advances".

⭐️ Listen; that baby loves to sew and makes stuff for others. And the mo-ment Cyn learns that Santiago likes spiders and has any spare fabric on her hands you KNOW, she gonna make him like... A spider related shirt, or bandana or whatever. Sew on a lil' spider or a spider's web (she's not the best at embroidery — not enough patience — but she can embroider very simple things). Vaas is gonna get something with (*cough*edgy*cough*) a skull or a knife 🤣 Don't want him to feel left out.

⭐️ Also, in general she'd... Try to help out at the compound? Her brain would go like "oo, they let me stay, so I can't leech off of them!". Watch her haul crates n' fix random stuff that needs fixing (her field of expertise might be cars, but she's good at tinkering/handiwork in general). But please, for everyone's sake never let her inside a kitchen.

👂 to overhear my muse talking about yours.

👂 [Santiago] 👂

"No, no, no-! Ah, no, you are goin' the wrong way! Just.. The other one, up on that leaf-- Don't get me wrong Mr Spider, I ain't squashin you but I don't think I'm ready to put chu on my hand either.”

"..."

“Gosh, I wish Santiago was here! He'd pick you up no-problem, put you somewhere safe, give you a fat fly for a breakfast- Everyone says he's like mean 'n gruff-looking, and yeah, I guess so? He do be big as a mountain n’ always looks like he just ate a lemon buuuuut- I dunno. I don't really... Notice it? Like, I've seen him help a few of your 8-legged friends before! Or just look at them with admiration. And... A guy like that can't be that bad, right?"

"..."

"Right! Hmm.. Maybe I should go find him--? He'll totes know what to do with you~!"

👂 [Vaas] 👂

"Loves me, loves me not, loves me, loves me not- Aw, it's like the third "not"! Those flowers are busted! Well, I mean I know this probs ain't no big romance, but he must at least like me, no?"

"..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know, I get crushes like suuuuper easily, and I don't even know his name, but it's not my fault he's Just.My.Type‐-! Purr-fectly fun to talk to AND to look at? What are the chances! Strong too, and tall, and a total bad-boy, and ohhh-! Those smoochable lips.. Piercing blue eyes~ Like the ocean. Ugh, I SOOO adore swimmimg!"

"Ribbit."

"Yeah, I bet you do too, Mr Froggie! Aww, you are such s god listener; lemme pet you~! ...Wait. Maybe I shouldn't-? What if you are poisonous??? Mmmmm--- Oh, I know-! Ribbit twice if you are poisonous!"

👤+ a muse name for my muse’s opinion on that muse

"You know Santiago, you kinda remind me of my pa- But like, not in a weird way-! He's just.. On the quieter side too, and a lot of people find him intimidating, aaaaand he likes animals and you like spiders-- I think he's taller though. Not that you aren't! He's just... Even more tall! Sometimes bonks his head on the lamp in my RV." she chuckles at the memory.

"But you win in the scary department, that's for sure! I don't think pa Nick has ever made a face quite as grumpy as you sometimes do~!"

#malgatillo #[♡Cynet♡]#[♡ask♡]#[♡au: fc3♡]#//Cyn be like 'aight imma go talk with inanimate objct/an animal now' (:#//and we love her for that!#//i wasnt sure how many hcs to write so have 3 coz i like the number 3

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aroworlds · 6 years

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Aro-Spec Artist Profile: Signe

Today’s awesome aro-spec creator is Signe, better known to aro-spec Tumblr as @fluffyllamacorn!

Signe is a busy aroace writer, visual and textile artist! She writes for the Young Avengers, The Shadowhunter Chronicles/Shadowhunters, Hawkeye Comics and New X-Men: Academy fandoms in addition to developing diverse original fiction. You can find her growing collection of fanworks on AO3 under the name FluffyLlamacorn and her gorgeous art at @llamacorn-productions.

She also posts and reblogs fashion and accessories at @clothing-inspiration, and some of her cosplays can be seen throughout this post!

With us Signe talks about her passion for textile arts and how they allowed her to reclaim her femininity, the importance of non-romantic relationships in creative media, the difficulty of writing kissing scenes, and the need for works and discussions that celebrate our aromanticism. Her love of making, crafting and designing just shines through this post, so please let’s give her all our love, encouragement, gratitude, kudos and follows for taking the time to explore what it is to be aromantic and creative.

Can you share with us your story in being aro-spec?

I just sort of … never cared? I’ve never wanted to get married and have children, and I never really had crushes growing up. I partly figured that was because I was surrounded by assholes who weren’t worth crushing on, but even when I graduated and moved to better schools where I actually had friends, I still didn’t care. I’ve always had a lot of confidence, so I’ve never bothered feeling insecure about not dating. I spent a while identifying as a straight person “who doesn’t care about romance” before eventually identifying with the ace and then aroace identifiers after having known them for a while, but there was never any big moments in the journey that really stand out.

Currently, I see my aromanticism as more important to my identity than my asexuality – being aro is what I do, while being ace is what my body does – but I also don’t really see them as separate. It’s hard to put into words because it requires cementing some stuff that I don’t mind leaving fluid, but while my lack of attraction is a package deal, it’s the lack of romantic attraction that defines my lifestyle the most. I know which I would choose if I had to, but I prefer not having to. That’s the only good thing about the ace discourse: It’s made me very protective of my ace identity again after having let somewhat go of it after I came to identify as aro.

Can you share with us the story behind your creativity?

I’m the type of person who has a thousand different hobbies and therefore doesn’t have time to actually do any of them. The three I care most about are writing, drawing and textile work.

I’ve always told myself a lot of stories. Walking home from school, I would develop my stories, acting out scenes in my mind and developing huge universes. When I decided to share them with the world, it was initially as comics. I drew a lot, so I had developed the characters’ visual identities along with their personalities. While I’ve switched to planning my stories as books, drawing and writing is still pretty linked in my mind and I can’t imagine creating a character that I don’t know how to draw.

I got into textile work through cosplay, but have spread out into knitting, sewing, embroidery, cross stitch, weaving, crocheting, bobbin lace… Pretty much everything I can get my hands on, which is why I give it such a broad name. (This is part of my too many hobbies deal!) I love everything about textiles, from the look and feel of it, to how many different things can be created out of one simple material. Looking at clothes and knowing not just how it’s been sewn, but also how the fabric was made, is so cool. Creating things from scratch can make me feel like something akin to a god, recreating this corner of the universe as I see fit. A big part of my love for textile work is also reclaiming my femininity in a way that’s so different from the girly girl image I was taught to look down on as a girl. This is a way to enjoy being feminine that doesn’t force me to embrace things I don’t enjoy.

One thing I’ve realized recently is that I love the freedom to design my own work. My cosplays have moved further and further away from canon, from human versions to characters without a firm design or completely redesigning a canon design. On the other hand, I rarely feel the need to sew completely original things, and without the built in deadline of a con, I’m not very likely to get it done. I tend to rarely do the things I can just do whenever, but I’m getting better at that.

Are there any particular ways your aro-spec experience is expressed in your art?

It’s easy to spot in my stories. I have a lot of a-spec characters. The two main characters who were specifically designed to get most of my heart – Shizuka, the shy girl who didn’t know how to make friends, and Diana, the confident girl who’s never cared what anyone thinks of her – both ended up being a-spec even though I created them long before I started identifying as aroace. Shizuka is demi and I don’t know whether it’s sexually and/or romantically or if it even matters. Diana ended up being aroace because I was thinking about her future and my mind nope’d out of the possibility of her ever dating. I also made a conscious choice not to include much romance until I got interested in queer love stories and that sorta fell by the way side. Even then, I try to keep the love stories from being the only defining feature of the stories and the characters involved in them and never to devalue other types of relationship. You will never hear the term “just friends” in my work unless I’m trying to make a point about the person who uses it.

(This is not to pass a value judgement on anyone who uses that expression, but to help normalize language that doesn’t devalue platonic relationships.)

What challenges do you face as an aro-spec artist?

The recent anti-a-spec discourse has made me worried about posting about aromantic things too publicly, as aphobic comments and opinions seem way to commonly accepted these days.

Also, writing kissing scenes. What the hell. “And then their mouths squished together for a little while, which apparently made fireworks go off in their brains.” Like. What? Why does society think this is the epitome of every relationship?

How do you connect to the aro-spec and a-spec communities as an aro-spec person?

Building communities about a lack of something is always hard. Once you’ve written the first story about being aro, it can be hard to write the next one, unless you consciously try to write about a different way of being aro-spec. It’s also a hard orientation to include quickly as being single isn’t as clear an indicator as having a romantic partner of the same gender. While I follow a bunch of aro-blogs and I have a bunch of a-spec friends, I wouldn’t say I’m strongly integrated in the a-spec communities on Tumblr.

Part of it is that most content I see is validations that every sort of aro is alright. I see a lot of content aimed at people who feel bad. That’s important, definitely, but I don’t need it. I’ve always known I’m amazing, both independently of and intersecting with my aromantic identity. I’m interested in work that celebrates being aro, work that doesn’t say I’ll be happy “even though” I’m aro, but “while” I’m aro, maybe even “because” I’m aro and don’t need to waste my life on amatonormativity. At the very least, work that spends more than a sentence on reassuring me. I see a lot of content that implies the basic state of an aro-spec person is sad, and I object to that idea.

I have also recently seen a whole lot of posts about QPRs and that’s really cool! I’m happy to see they’re becoming more and more accepted, at least in some circles. I’m less happy to see them become so prominent and so expected that they start feeling like a new shape of amatonormativity. It’s not that bad right now, but I definitely got allo aces saying “at least we can still feel love” vibes from some QPR posts earlier this year. Because here’s the thing: I’m aroace. I won the lottery. I don’t need to define myself by relationships to other people.* I refuse to take another label that sounds like I don’t want friends because of people pushing QPRs to be the new norm. Again, I’m super happy QPRs seem to have become more accepted, just please don’t present them as something every aro-spec person is interested in unless we specifically opt out.

There’s also the question of what kind of aro stories should be told. I mean, as many as possible, obviously, but that’s going to take a while. But the whole deal with being aro-spec is to have less interest in romance, so too many stories that focus on the lack of it become … counterproductive? I think the Jughead comics are pretty perfect in that regard. The main character is aroace and there are several stories that’s hella important to, but mainly it’s just about him going on adventures with his friends.

(P.S. I hate Riverdale. I’ve seen two different Jughead cosplays these last two weekends, but I didn’t dare fangirl, because what if they were based on the wrong version?)

Honestly, my main way of interacting with the a-spec community is befriending people at random and later finding out they’re a-spec. It’s … almost a superpower? It’s pretty great.

* No one needs to define themselves by relationships to other people, but I imagine it’s much easier when you don’t feel the desire to.

How do you connect to your creative community as an aro-spec person?

I don’t feel very connected to creative communities, but that’s more because I’m not very good at reaching out and promoting myself unless I know I have exactly what’s being asked for. I mainly stick to one or two people I can bounce ideas off of for my different projects before I post it and hope it finds an audience. It might also be because I’m juggling so many things and don’t spend enough time on the social connections needed to connect with a community.

How can the aro-spec community best help you as a creative?

Feedback, feedback, feedback! I love it! I live on it! Telling me you like X or Y part of my work can keep me floating for days and makes me so much more motivated to keep arting! So please, check out my art and leave a comment and/or share it with your friends/followers, if you like it.

(Also, if anyone has good tips on how to reach a larger audience, let me know.)

Can you share with us something about your current project?

I just finished my newest cosplay, which is Lup from The Adventure Zone in her lich form! I had a lot of fun designing her – the podcast doesn’t have very specific descriptions and the creators encourage fans to come up with their own designs – and got a lot of positive reactions at the con last weekend. I went for a very non-human design, including hiding my face, and added a bunch of fire details to reflect her evocation magic. I would have added more, but then my sewing machine broke in the last second, and I had to finish everything by hand, so I just aimed for the basic version. I’ll be updating her for the next con and will have much more fire with me then. I have yet to finish editing the pictures, but they should be up soon.

Have you any forthcoming works we should look forward to?

My next project, one I’ve alluded to a couple of times in this profile already, in fact combines all three of my passions. I was considering cosplaying Pixie, one of the underrated students from X-Men, relegated to the background since their series ended, but I kept bumping up against the problem that her uniform was just too … generic to be fun. Besides, what’s the point of cosplaying the pink girl, and then not getting to work with pink fabric?

So I just redesigned her and gave her an individual outfit. And then I decided to redesign all of her teammates. I wanted them all to go together, but still keep an individual feeling, and I achieved that by giving them a rainbow theme when they’re together. Obviously, the next stop was figuring out a story for that to take place in, of which I’ve posted the first chapter. The idea is that they get out in their bright colors and visibly help everyday people with everyday problems to stop people from hating and fearing mutants and maybe actually making a positive change, unlike all of the superhero battles that don’t get anyone anywhere.

The project has three parts: Individual drawings for every member where I develop their outfits further, chapters of fic describing their adventures and a cosplay that I aim to finish for Genki in August, the next big con in Denmark.

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gold3nberry · 6 years

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Dragon Age Inquisition Headcanons:

Nightwears - Companions & Advisors

(some parts can be considered nsfw-ish, I guess?)

Cassandra: she sleeps with an old pair of cotton trousers and a linen shirt one or two sizes bigger than hers. Her nightwears have to be practical, allowing her to bolt out from her bedroll in case of need or sudden attack. However, one of her best - kept secrets is a silken nightgown, very short and with a very low neckline that she saw once in Orlais. The shop was full of delicate garments and she was tempted to buy one, but she thought they were unsuitable and too frivolous for a warrior. The next day, she found the silken nightgown in her closet with a witty note from Leliana.

Romanced: she uses that garment to seduce the Inquisitor once their intimate relationship started. She lets him look at her, barking that she’s getting cold and she’s surely ridiculous, but she wants his opinion. His enthusiastic reaction makes her wear that nightgown more often.

The Iron Bull: he sleeps naked both in a tent and in Skyhold, point. He has no concern to have to jump out of the bed. He can face enemies fully undressed without flinching. To fight, he just needs his weapon, that always lays next to his bedroll. He makes sure to have an extra couple of blankets if he’s in a very cold place, and even if he shares a tent he’s not embarrassed to sleep without clothes, as long as the other person is fine with that.

Romanced: the Inquisitor always jokes about giving him a sleepwear, sooner or later, but Bull chuckles, knowing that they appreciate his lack of modesty. When the Inquisitor jokingly asks what type of sleepwear could tempt him, Bull winks and describes something made with more leather and chains than actual cloth.

Blackwall: he sleeps shirtless, but with an old pair of soft trousers on, plus a couple of socks he uses just for bed. He would hardly admit that, but he’s very fond of those socks he bought a long time ago. Despite being washed regularly, they have been mend many times by him. Every once in a while, he swears to buy a new pair, but he can’t find anything as soft as they are - or with the same shade of mustard yellow. He doesn’t like sleeping naked since someone could walk in.

Romanced: the Inquisitor finds actually amusing and a bit cute Blackwall’s affection towards an old pair of socks. She reassures him it’s a good thing he sleeps in that way since those fluffy things are perfect to warm up her cold feet.

Solas: he sleeps wearing a soft long-sleeved shirt and a short pair of trousers. He doesn’t seem to be bothered by cold or hot weather, never changing his outfit. Sometimes, if the inspiration hits him in the middle of the night, he paints in his nightwear, carefully trying to avoid any stain of paint and failing every time, waking up with blue and red and yellow spots on his shirt.

Romanced: he likes talking with the Inquisitor when they lay under the sheets. He scoffs when she chuckles about how soft the shirt is, but he also wonders if gifting her with one of his tunics would be too sappy.

Vivienne: she has quite a collection of nightgowns and nighties. Some of them she bought in Val Royeaux, others she designed personally for her seamstress to sew, and others are precious gifts from Bastienne. Every single one of her nightclothes is a masterpiece of silk and lace, an elegant triumph of silver or dark blue or white shades and ample sleeves or long hems encrusted with gems. She knows fighting in her night clothes won’t be a nuisance. She already did it once or twice.

Dorian: he sleeps shirtless, wearing just a comfortable pair of ample trousers, made of an obscenely expensive silk from Tevinter. He owns a few pairs of them, in different shades of gold and silver. They’re very soft, very expensive and very him. His true obsession, however, is the slippers, the ones that Rivaine, Tevene and Antivan use. Exquisite creations made of the finest leather, comfortable to walk around in the chambers, but also to lay down on the sofa reading a book. He has a few pairs, with different gems and embroidery for every season.

Romanced: he commissions a pair for the Inquisitor too, as soon as his Amatus recovers himself from the shock of their price. However, since they start to sleep together, Dorian discovers the joy to sleep naked, skin against skin with his beloved.

Varric: he doesn’t like sleeping naked. Bartrand had the habit to interrupt his sleep with this or that idea or just with drunk jokes, and Varric hated to get caught naked. Varric bought some pairs of comfortable dark cotton trousers in Kirkwall and, since then, he always buys them from the same merchant. He likes sleeping with just his trousers on, not his underwear, whatever weather it’s outside. Once, Bianca sent him a pair of luxurious pajama pants, a delicate thing he never uses. However, he keeps it in the closet, looking at them when he wants to brood a little.

Sera: she wears a huge shirt with more holes than cloth. It’s a thing that maybe once was red or dark pink, impossible to say. She grins that the colors don’t matter as long as it’s cozy and warm. She hates being cold and her improvised nightgown is the best thing she has found during her journeys. She refuses to wear anything else. If the weather is warm enough, she sleeps just in her panties or she simply takes off her breeches.

Romanced: she is delighted to sleep naked as close as she can to the Inquisitor, even if her lover’s breath is ticklish against her skin. It doesn’t matter, she keeps Sera warm enough. Sera offers to find a cozy shirt for the Quizzy too if she wants. One that matches hers.

Cole: he doesn’t sleep - not how normal humans do that - so he doesn’t own proper clothes for the night time. He tries to take his shoes off, but he’s adamant that the hat stays on his head. Ha takes care to clean with magic his clothes before laying down in his bedroll.

Romanced (with Maryden): he takes off his hat because she likes hugging him and he likes being hugged by her. The hat rests on his pillow anyway.

Advisors:

Josephine: she wears the most delicate, gorgeous cotton pajama. Despite the common belief, she doesn’t like sleeping covered in silk. Her pajama has puffy sleeves, dozens of ribbons everywhere and a short pair of embroidered trousers. She has different models, all quite similar to each other, in vibrant colors that remind her of her homeland. As Dorian, she too has bedroom slippers, two tiny things bordered with pink fur.

Romanced: she is delighted to pirouette for the Inquisitor, once they insist on seeing how much the vaporous shirt can twirl around her body. She likes having the Inquisitor naked in her arms, but she prefers wearing at least her shirt before falling asleep.

Cullen: Templars weren’t encouraged to sleep naked - they needed to be ready in case of emergency as quickly as they could - but for him, it’s a relief being allowed to sleep totally naked now. He has never suffered the cold weather and the fresh air is a relief against his skin, especially when he’s not feeling well. Light fevers are one of the many aspects of lyrium withdrawals. He also likes feeling the cotton of the sheet against his skin and being able to adjust the temperature around him simply covering himself with it or kicking it away.

Romanced: he discovers quite soon that his beloved Inquisitor is not bothered by his nudity at all. Cullen loves sleeping holding her in his arms, her warm body the best antidote against night terrors. He loves even more when he’s the little spoon, being cradled in her arms, skin against skin, safe and loved.

Leliana: she sleeps with a short nightgown on. Once she used to love flowing nightgowns, and she still owns a huge collection in her wardrobe. Right now, however, she favors something that allows her to jump out of the bed swiftly, but which hides the dagger wrapped around one of her thighs. It’s a beautiful nightgown, however, a dark purple masterpiece of lace with thin shoulders straps. She wonders if she should buy another one, in black this time. Josephine gives her one to celebrate the victory of the Inquisition.

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Most Ardently (A Pride & Prejudice Retelling)

CHAPTER ONE: A NEW BACHELOR AT NETHERFIELD

The cold autumn air kissed Elliot's cheeks as he strolled through the fields, a leather bound novel in his hands and his eyes darting across the pages. He mindlessly wandered through the wildflowers towards his family's manor, Longbourn, a humble stone estate surrounded by countryside. He had spent the afternoon in the fields, finding himself a resting place on the hills where he could read in the comfort of nature and bask in the tepid sunlight of Hertfordshire.

Novel in one hand, the other stretched downwards so that his fingertips grazed the top of the foxgloves in the fields, Elliot felt at home. The only son of the Bennett's, he had grown accustomed to perusing any novel he could get his hands on, whilst his four sisters practised needlework, languages and music. Never the kind of boy that would get into the Regiment- his swordsmanship left much to be desired and he would much rather have learnt poetry than strategy- he had grown content with spending his days reading outdoors, or in the parlour whilst his sister Mary played the piano forte and his eldest sister Jane sat beside him embroidering.

Reaching the small moat that separated the fields from the rear courtyard of Longbourn, he stepped across the the wooden walkway and peeled his eyes away from his book just long enough to smile at the gaggle of geese paddling in the water and honking chaotically. His worn, muddy boots squelched against the damp wood as he ascended into the courtyard, where the family servants, a Gaelic woman named Eilidh and her son Thomas were hanging his sisters' skirts out to dry.

"Good Afternoon Eilidh," He greeted the stout woman kindly, who smiled warmly in return.

"Afternoon Mr. Bennett." She answered in her broken, lilted English. She understood instructions nearly perfectly, but still struggled to communicate in English. Her son Thomas was much better at communicating, but he still spoke in the thick, melodic accent of the Scottish Highlands.

"Thomas." Elliott inclined his head in greeting as he passed the servant, Thomas nodding subtly as a means of reply. He was a quiet lad, of the same age as Elliot at twenty years, who pottered around doing the heavy lifting his mother could not handle and cleaning up the spots Eilidh inevitably missed.

Reaching the back door of the house, Elliott paused only briefly to wipe the mud from his boots before entering through the back door. This was a habit of his his mother did not like, for in her opinion the back door was the servants entrance, made for unnoticed coming and going. Elliott liked, however, the ability this door gave him to come and go as he pleased, without his mother complaining or insisting instead that he run errands to town, where he might meet a lovely girl and decide to marry her.

Hearing the sweet sounds of his younger sister on the piano forte, he wandered into the parlour. Two of his sisters lounged there, swathed in their modest house dresses. Mary was at the piano, where she could be found at any given time of the day, stroking the keys and producing melodies that made one feel as though they walked amongst the angels. Her face rested in it's signature concentrated frown, her chestnut hair falling from its braid unkemptly and the freckles on her cheeks dancing in the shadows.

Her petite frame was almost hidden amongst the the dark walls of the room, her dress a simple garment of charcoal grey and trimmed sparsely in white lace. Despite her mother's attempts to introduce colour into her wardrobe, the middle of the Bennett children was stubborn and focused, and could not be persuaded past a dark shade of violet.

By the window on the far side of the parlour, which looked westward and in this late time in the afternoon cast the setting sun's golden glow upon the room, sat Jane. Known for her beauteous looks and uncharacteristic fair hair amongst the other Bennett children, she was as timid as she was splendid to look at. In her hand she held an embroidery hoop, and her delicate, pretty face was peaceful as she stitched. Elliot crossed the room to sit beside her, noting the way the sun illuminated her pale blonde, fine hair.

"Mother has been looking for you today, brother." Jane smiled demurely, looking up Elliott with her large, silver-blue eyes.

"Whatever for?" He asked casually, closing his book and placing it on his lap. Jane did not remove herself from her sewing, instead she smiled to herself as though he had made a private joke.

"She went to Meryton with Lydia and Kitty to buy ribbons for the ball tomorrow." Jane explained in her gentle, glissando voice. Elliot sighed deeply, having forgotten about the ball, which the Lucas family were throwing at their manor house. Elliott enjoyed balls for their dancing and music, but detested the social détente they often presented. He could not stand all the talking of affairs and marriages and children, for they seemed pointless. He would have much rather spent the words on poetry or politics or art. His mother had made it very clear that serious conversation should not be breeched whilst dancing.

As though by some magical power they had heard their own names, Lydia and Kitty came bursting into the room in a flurry of lace and ringlets. Following them, Mrs Bennett rushed in, her face the colour of a beetroot.

"Oh, the most wonderful news children!" She squawked loudly amongst the unending giggles coming from the two youngest Bennett children.

"Oh, it is great news!" Lydia swooned, her eyes wide and filled with excitement.

Lydia, the second youngest child, was a pretentious and vain young woman who spent most of her life desperately socialising with as many men as she could. She was a pretty, elfish-looking girl with full lips that were constantly twisted into a salacious grin and wide blue eyes that she had no problem using to get what she wanted.

"Netherfield Manor has been taken!" Mrs Bennett announced proudly, sweeping across the room to collapse onto an empty chaise lounge. "By a young bachelor nonetheless!"

"His name is Mr. Bingley!" Lydia squealed. Her and the youngest sister, Kitty, sat in a love seat beside Mrs Bennett.

Wherever Lydia was, Kitty could be found lingering in her shadow. She was a petite, impressionable young girl, barely sixteen and prone to simply affirming whatever Lydia said. Where Lydia was surreptitious, however, Kitty had a compassionate empathy towards people that was easily overshadowed by her sister's vanity. The youngest Bennett girl had dark hair and fair skin, with wide eyes the colour of pennies.

"And better yet, he will be attending the ball tomorrow evening!" Mrs Bennett swooned. Elliott noted the way Jane paused her embroidering to consider this fact.

Lydia and Kitty were already planning which ribbons they would match with their skirts, and rushing across the room to Jane, who being the oldest had the finest clothes they could borrow. Jane simply nodded at their requests politely, looking over at Elliott occasionally with an exhausted expression. Elliott silently thanked the Lord that he was not a girl and did not have to deal with Lydia's excessive requests to borrow attire.

Amongst the calamity, Mary barely flinched, her gloomy melodies permeating the chatter. She, like Elliott, was not a great fan of balls. Always the odd one out amongst the ladies, Elliott new that Mrs Bennett feared that in Mary she had produced a spinster child.

The dinner bell interrupted his sisters' flurry, and the room cleared quickly as the smell of Eilidh's cooking wafted in from the dining room. Elliott took his time, setting his novel down on the windowsill before meandering over to the piano forte, where Mary was still playing. The tune was ethereal and moody, Elliott leant against the side of the instrument and watched his sister play. As he did so, she looked up at him and offered him one of her rare, small, smiles.

"Are you not coming to dinner dear sister?" He asked her. Her tune quietened briefly, making space for her quiet, stern voice.

"I think not." She answered plainly. "I have too much to work on with this tune." Elliott nodded in return, noting the way her eyes drifted back to her music sheets. The way she furrowed her brow in concentration was endearing, and was enough to fill his heart with affection for his peculiar younger sister.

He loved Mary dearly, because she was an eccentric and a loner in a way that he understood quite perfectly. Much like he did not conform to the standard of strapping, athletic young men his age, Mary was not one for the decorum, gossip or dancing that occupied young women. She was paid little attention by men and even less attention by other ladies, and spent most parties at the piano or hiding in the corners of the room.

"I shall tell mother," Elliott agreed with a smile. He noted that she was coming to the end of her page, and so amiably turned it for her, which earned him another grateful smile from his sister.

"Thank you, brother."

"You are most welcome, Mary."

With that, Elliott left for the dining room, where he could already hear his mother updating Mr Bennett on the arrival of the new young Bachelor at Netherfield Manor.

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A/N

So, I'm a huge Pride & Prejudice fan because it's the quintessential romance novel of the regency period, and so I decided that I would write an adaption of it that was LGBT-inclusive. If any of you who are reading this are super familiar with the original version, be prepared for a few changes.

I wanted to add characters, so Thomas is original character, and I also wanted to give all the Bennett children a plot line (So Kitty and Mary will both get more focus than they did in Austen's novel). Also, Mr. Collins, who is the children's cousin in the original, has been changed to be an old family friend.

I hope you enjoy it,

- Alison

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