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[jacklyn-flynn]

Bull gets a tattoo once a year; a little symbol (or kid's doodle) to mark how tall his child is when they stand next to him.

#hdj #headcanon du jour #dragon age inquisition #the iron bull #papa bull #what if his kid ends up being taller than him?

[jacklyn-flynn]

Wow, it's been a really long time since I've posted one of these, but I'm hoping doing so on the regular will keep me motivated to keep writing. I'm over half-way through my original timeline for Space Trash, so we're on the home stretch!

Here's a couple tiny blurbs from the main story of Space Trash and a tiny side project in the same AU.

“Who are you?” Jules asked with a confused frown. The recent events left her doubting he was even real. The man's eyebrows shot up. He transferred the massive hydrogen blade with its glowing edge to the opposite hand and offered the freed one to her. “King Alistair Theirin, monarch of the entire Fereldan system. We met a few hours ago, but it's fine. I've been told I'm a forgettable fellow.”

And from a side story:

He released her and started to roll his sleeves back down again. “You take care of the paint for me and I’ll go send Bull and the Chargers your way.” He started to walk away, then turned and walked backwards a few paces. “Oh, hey, is our bet still on?”  “Absolutely. I can’t believe you think you’re gonna make money off that,” Jules scoffed.  “I’m telling you,” Morgan said, shaking his head with a grin, “he’s gonna cry.”

#wip wednesday #space trash #jules and morgan trevelyan #making bull cry #king alistair is still the goofball we all know and love #special appearance by sparrow and fenris from wolf's consort in the next chapter! #(because i love them and couldn't not add them #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age 2 #the iron bull #oh shit i need to figure out how to get olivia in here too!!!

[jacklyn-flynn]

It's been an embarrassingly long amount of time, but I've just published Chapter 19 of Space Trash. I really haven't abandoned it. I still very much want to finish it, but the writing muse has definitely left me high and dry. (And, not just where it pertains to Space Trash) If people still care about it, I'm going to work on finishing it, even if it's slowly. That's how anything gets done though, right? Little bit at a time.

#space trash #god it's been so long #jules trevelyan #morgan trevelyan #varric tethras #sparrow hawke #fenris #sparrow and fenris i just love them so much #yes it's going to be tragic #but i'm gonna fix it i promise

[jacklyn-flynn]

Varric is complicit in 80% of Sera's shenanigans.

#hdj #headcanon du jour #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #varric tethras #varric #sera #shenanigans

[jacklyn-flynn]

Varric and Isabela would often make slap bets. He later brought this over to his friends in the Inquisition, though he came to regret it after he lost one against Bull.

#dragon age #headcanon du jour #hdj #dragon age inquisition #dragon age 2 #varric tethras #varric #the iron bull #iron bull #isabela #slap bet

[jacklyn-flynn]

One of Dorian's favorite things is thunderstorms. He finds the lull of a hard rain and smell of petrichor relaxing. And thunder is such an incredible thing. Sound made from light, heard for miles and felt in the chest. The flashes that light up the world for a moment at a time just to remind you it's there behind the droning wall of water.

#headcanon du jour #hdj #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dorian pavus #currently enjoying a thunderstorm now #so i wondered who might appreciate it most and dorian immediately came to mind #sitting on his covered balcony feeling the mist of rain occasionally borne on the wind against his face #doesn't get much better than that

[jacklyn-flynn]

Varric has an insatiable need to praise his lover when he's inside them.

#headcanon du jour #hdj #dragon age #varric tethras #spicy hdj

[jacklyn-flynn]

I finally got around to giving Varric the love and attention he deserves! I originally intended this to only be sweet and spicy, but the angst called to me and I couldn't resist. There will be a teaser under the cut, but you can read Inevitable in full on AO3.

TW: Forced sterilization that's eventually reversed.

After Hawke nearly dies, Varric realizes that being her best friend isn't good enough. She'd tried to tell him she loved him years ago and he brushed her off, convinced she could do better than him. He can only hope that he didn't ruin everything by not saying it then and that he won't ruin everything by saying it now. Anders is shocked to learn that he's missed his window of opportunity to confess his love to Hawke. He's upset, but Justice is furious.

“Pants,” she murmured, releasing his hair to push his jacket off his shoulders. 

She must have been more intoxicating than he’d anticipated, because he could only stare at her. “What about them?” 

“Are you gonna take them off or….” she trailed off expectantly. He shook his head to clear it and grunted in agreement. “You have done this before, haven’t you?” she teased, leaning back again. “Because if you haven’t we might want to stop for a quick discussion on how this all works.” 

“No, I think we’ve discussed plenty already, beautiful. The only words I wanna hear now is that delightful dirty talk you’re distressingly good at.” He shook his arm, trying to throw off the jacket while unlacing his pants at the same time. It was hard enough, but it became impossible when Max crossed her arms over her stomach and lifted the shift over her head. 

#hawke x varric #varric tethras #dragon age #dragon age 2 #da2 #love confessions and make 'em spicy #if you love anders you'll absolutely hate this #varric totally has a praise kink #and luckily so does hawke

[jacklyn-flynn]

Bull and his kadan rarely fight and if they do, it's hard to stay mad at him because he's just so infuriatingly reasonable.

“Kadan,” Bull said, the tone of his voice placating as he ducked under the tent door to follow her. 

“Don’t you fucking 'Kadan' me,” Preia shot back.

She grunted when the belt slung around her hips to carry her daggers didn’t immediately come apart. When it did, she bunched it up with a frustrated growl and threw it against the wall of the tent. It hit with a thwap and landed on the woven thrush floor. 

“Are you going to stay mad at me all the way back to Skyhold?” he asked, sitting on the large cot against one of the tent walls. He rested his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward. 

“Probably after that too!” she said pointedly. “You aren’t letting me do my job because we’re screwing around.” 

“I thought we established in Val Royeaux that we aren’t just screwing around any more?” His voice was calm and even. It was infuriating. 

“Look, Bull. I know you love me. I love you even if I don’t fucking like you right now. But that doesn’t mean you can keep me from doing what I need to do! I didn’t ask for it, but I’m the Inquisitor. I have shit I have to do! One of the things I have to do is secure that valley and the resources that are in it,” she ranted, attacking the fastenings of her leather armor. 

“And we will. But I’m not letting you go in there alone. Once we clear the rockslide from the cave that’s currently the only way in that we know of, we will do just that,” he assured her. 

“Do you know how long that will take? The resources that can be used elsewhere? I can do it now! I can fit through that hole!” She spun on him, hands gesturing wildly. 

“By yourself? I don’t think so, Preia,” he said firmly. “There could be an active rift in there. Not to mention the Frostback we saw flying around. She’s clearly claimed that valley as hers. She might even have offspring.”

“I’m not going to engage her!” Preia was nearly shouting. “We need to know if there’s another way into the valley!”

He stood, walked over to her and laid his hands on her shoulders. He squeezed gently, rolling his thumbs to ease her tense muscles. “Look, I know that you take a lot of this responsibility on yourself. But you don’t have to. We have enough people and resources to do this work while you do something more valuable with your time. I know you’re scared of failing. Of being everything that your parents say you are. But you aren’t. I promise.”

Her forearms moved between his and she pushed his hands off her shoulders. Her face scrunched up as she glared at him. “Don’t Ben Hassrath me, Bull,” she pleaded. “I’m not a mark or a job. I’m your...whatever we are now.” 

Unperturbed by her show of anger, he cupped her face with his hands instead. “First, I can’t turn it off. It’s part of who I am. Second, I’m not using it against you. You aren’t a job. What you are is the woman I love. And I’m telling you that as the woman I love I can’t let you go into a valley with demons and dragons without backup.” He reached out to take the dragon’s tooth that hung under the hollow of her throat.

“I don’t care how mad at me you are. I don’t care how long you stay mad at me. I don’t care if you stay mad at me for the rest of your life. You can’t ask me to watch you squeeze through that hole and hope for the best. The Inquisition will not fall to ruin if we don’t secure that valley. The Inquisition will fall if you do.”

“I want to stay mad at you,” she grumbled, looking down at her feet. 

“Then stay mad.” He released her face and let the tooth fall back against her chest. 

“That’s the problem. I can’t stay mad at you. You’re so damn reasonable.” Her voice was soft now, all the bluster burned out. “I can’t be mad at you for being something I’m not.” 

His fingers curled and tucked under her chin, making her look up at him. “Kadan, you aren’t unreasonable. You’re passionate. It’s one of the things I adore about you.”

She gave him a soft smile that slowly morphed into a sly one. “Since you aren't going to let me stay mad at you, is this the part where we kiss and make up?” 

His hands slid around her waist, further down to cup her ass and haul her up against him. “Absolutely.”

#dragon age #headcanon du jour #hdj #dragon age inquisition #the iron bull #bull and his kadan #preia trevelyan #bull x trevelyan #can't fluster the iron bull

[jacklyn-flynn]

At Alistair's wedding, everyone in the palace eats the good stuff.

“Majesty, that’s simply too much food!” Alistair’s distressed head chef was trying desperately, for the third time, to explain how carefully he’d calculated the amount of food needed to feed everyone on the guest list. He waved the piece of parchment with each food item and serving size. Circled at the top, in large script, was the number of nobles on the guest list who were expected to attend his wedding. 

“Listen to what I’m telling you, it’s not enough food for everyone! I’m not just talking about the ones attending the wedding who have never had an empty stomach. I want to feed everyone,” he said, drawing out the last word with an emphasizing gesture. 

“And I assure you, your highness, that the staff meal will be made as it always is. We’re discussing the food for the wedding.” The poor man was starting to sweat. 

“I am too! Okay, let’s start over, Tomas.” Alistair took a deep, calming breath and gestured for the chef to do the same. Unsure, but wanting to keep his job, he took two more deep breaths with the king though he found them significantly less soothing.  

“The wedding food-the filet mignon, the roast duck, the shrimp, the salad, even the fancy Orlesian rolls-all of it will be served to everyone in the castle. The guards, the maids, the stable hands, even the poor bastards who empty the chamber pots. Everyone,” he emphasized again. The chef opened his mouth, but Alistair threw up his hand. “Uht! Nope. Listen to me. Everyone gets fresh, hot meals. Not scraps, not food that’s less seasoned or lower quality than anyone else’s. We’ll put tables and buffets in some of the meeting rooms and send carts with plates around to people who can’t leave their posts.” 

“Majesty, I don’t think you understand-” Tomas began again. 

“I do, but I don’t care. I understand exactly where they are. I understand what a hellish day it’s going to be for everyone. There’s so much work to do and so many people to look after and I’m going to look after the people looking after all those people. There are four kitchens in this Maker-damned place. I’ll hire you all the cooks, sauciers, garde manger and pastry chefs your need and then some. Everyone eats the same, Tomas. Got it?” 

Tomas’s shoulders slumped and he sighed. “Yes, your highness.” 

“I’m not kidding, Tomas. I’ll be taking my, and my future wife’s plate, from one of those carts or one of those staff rooms and you’ll never know which, when or where, so they had better be good enough to serve the king and queen. It may not be what’s proper, but it is what’s right. It’s my wedding day, dammit. I’ve been dreaming about this since I was a little girl. Make my dreams come true, Tomas.”

#headcanon du jour #hdj #dragon age #dao #dragon age origins #alistair theirin #king alistair #when you're here you're family? #i used to have tomas's job and it is roughhhhh

[jacklyn-flynn]

Trying to get back into Space Trash, so here's some Jules and Cullen (and Jasoom!)

Though most might assume being distracted from the duties he takes so seriously would annoy the Commander, Cullen loves the fact that he has someone in his life worth daydreaming about.

Cullen was trying to focus on writing his report but all he could think about was Jules. His usual state as of late. He swore he could still feel her lips on his cheek from her goodnight kiss after their date. Maker’s breath, date. Him. 

As if the creature could tell who preoccupied his mind, Jasoom jumped up onto his desk silently. He set the pad down and looked at the black cat. Brilliant blue eyes almost glowed as they regarded Cullen evenly. 

“Can I help you?” he asked, brows raised slightly. It was unusual for the cat to show himself without Jules. Jasoom meowed and rubbed himself along the length of Cullen’s arm then jumped off the desk. He looked back at Cullen when he reached the door and meowed louder. The feline could go where he pleased, doors be damned, but Cullen got up to open the door for him anyway. The cat sauntered out and after a few feet, looked back at Cullen expectantly. 

“Am I to follow you?” he asked. In answer, the cat turned and headed to the stairs that led down to the main Control floor. With a shake of his head, Cullen followed. 

He nodded and exchanged pleasantries with those he passed until Jasoom started to hiss at them, preventing any further delays. He led the Commander down into the lowest of the inhabited levels of The Herald. Cullen opened the looming bulkhead door that led to the third engine compartment. 

Jasoom let out a  ‘mmrup’ and ran down to the end of the compartment and then disappeared behind a large turbine. Cullen turned the corner to see a pair of black, jumpsuit clad legs sticking out at about his shoulder height from an open compartment in the turbine. 

The cat had disappeared. Cullen assumed it was because he had done his duty. “Are you stuck?” he asked, walking toward Jules. 

“Fuck!” she hissed under her breath, the word echoing from inside the large compartment. “Jas, you dick. I said anyone but Cullen!” She was trying to whisper, but he could hear everything. 

“Here, let me help you,” he said with a chuckle. He gripped her hips tightly and pulled as gently as he could. It seemed she’d stuck her front half in to work and her center of balance had tipped forward. 

She whined softly but helped to free herself, eventually slipping out of the door to the compartment and landing on the grated floor in front of Cullen. 

Maker, his heart was racing. Her tall, slim form right in front of him, close enough to feel how warm she was. His hands felt so right on her hips. He let her go before he did something stupid. She turned to face him, her face beet-red except for the scar on her cheek that left a bright white line. 

“Why didn’t you call for help on the comms?” he asked with a smile. 

“And who, pray-tell, would you call if your butt was eye level with anyone who could come and save you?” she asked. 

“You,” he said, partially joking. Impossibly, her face grew redder. She bit her lip and he almost groaned at the sight. He almost blurted out how beautiful she looked. Instead, he cleared his throat. “I promise, I won’t tell.”

She tucked her bangs behind her ear and nodded, releasing her lip. Stepping close, she laid her hand on his shoulders, standing on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Thank you.” 

“Except maybe Morgan,” he teased playfully. Secretly, he was beaming inside. Smitten as a school boy.  

Still blushing, she pointed toward the hall that led out of the engine room, laughing. “Get out, you horrid man!” Her laugh and smile would sustain him for the rest of the day.

#headcanon du jour #hdj #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #cullen rutherford #commander cullen #jules trevelyan #space trash #sci-fi au #jasoom the cat #stuck like me trying to get socks out of the bottom of the washing machine.....

[jacklyn-flynn]

Almost three years ago, @charlatron wrote the incredible Fire & Blood in which she borrowed my HoF and her murder husband for some shameless fun with Olivia. From there, they kind of took off all on their own! They became BFF's, are canonically now in the same world state and there have been a couple of installments since. I wrote Surprise Visit for her that same year for Christmas and we both created Letters From the Warden as Olivia and Briall writing each to other. I decided to make another chapter for her birthday this year! (I was so close to getting it to you on your actual birthday, sorry! Turns out there was more to get out of my head and onto paper than I thought there was.) As is fitting for a slutty adventure of Olivia Trevelyan, it is spicy as heck with a bunch of fluff. Under the cut is a little teaser and you can read Easy, along with the other pieces of the story, on AO3!

"Honestly, I’m glad you’re here to take your painful friend off my hands. If you’d been much longer, I think she would have killed me.”

Briall frowned. “What do you mean?” 

Leaning back against his desk, Alistair grinned. “She’s absolutely insatiable.” Though Briall’s eyes widened in surprise, he didn’t seem to catch on to what he’d said. “I thought I’d be nice and have her join me for dinner. She had a ton of questions about you and I was happy to regale her with stories. You know, talking you up.” 

She let out a relieved huff and shook her head at his child-like enthusiasm. 

“Like an idiot I broke out some of the nice wine and let the woman get me absolutely blitzed. Apparently the quality of my stories is directly correlated to my level of drunkenness. To be fair, she over-indulged too but she didn’t have to entertain a bunch of haughty Orlesian nobles the next morning, pretending that the world wasn’t as loud and spinny as it was.” He saw her stifle a laugh and grinned. “She can drink like Oghren but smells significantly better.” 

“I thought you meant you didn’t like her,” Briall admitted.

“Nah, she’s a hoot. We both adore you, how could I not like her?” 

“Oh, shut up,” Briall muttered, feeling her cheeks flush. 

He crossed his arms over his chest. “So, sharing a room, huh? In the ‘spicy’ wing no less. I knew Zev was a bad influence.”

#OLIVIA!!! #slutty adventures of olivia trevelyan #and zevran & briall #fire & blood is my favorite collab so far #Happy birthday dear sister witch! #zev is gonna be very disappointed to learn cullen doesn't share as well as bri does #zevran arainai #briall surana #dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age inquisition #who are we kidding #this spans all of them #i know i know dorian is the canon bff from helter skelter but i think he'd get along swimmingly with bri #she's obviously okay sharing anyway

[jacklyn-flynn]

Happy birthday, sis!

I hope you have the bestest day 😚

He's adorable! Thank you! Coincidentally, happy birthday to you too! ❤️

[jacklyn-flynn]

Aaaah, it's your birthday!! Happy birthday! ♥♥♥

I love it! 😂 Thank you!

[jacklyn-flynn]

Happy Birthday!!!🎉🥂🌸

Thank you so much! ❤️

[jacklyn-flynn]

Happy birthday!!!

Thank you very much!

[jacklyn-flynn]

Happy birthday to you! 🎉❤️

Thank you so much! 🥰