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By Sera, About Shiny ~

I like the snow, it reminds me of her.

How she would freeze them and then they get an arrow to the face and explode.

I feel like that inside when I see her.

Explosions all over.

Also the fire she rains down on them, if you haven't seen your beloved do that then you're missing out!

Is this supposed to rhyme?

I do love her, even with her magic.. she is my everything.

My Shiny. And she glows!

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Rabbits in Kirkwall

“Put some shoes on, rabbit!” the man yelled. Stupid, Merrill thought. Rabbits don’t wear shoes.

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Vhenan

“I’m waiting for the rain, Solas.” Not a cloud in the sky. “It’s only then my heart and soul matches the world.” Fen’Harel. Darling. “I wish the visits in my dreams didn’t end there.” Wolfish grins in the dark. Always keep a torch lit. “Some say you want to end the world.” Tears. “You ended mine the day you left.” Vhenan.

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Drunken ventures

”One more!” ”No, you’ve had enough now.” “Oh shut up you” Sera answered, only to fall across the bar as she reached for the bottle of matured wine.

“MARYDEN!” Cabot, the bartender, had finally had enough. “Get this girl out of here, will you?” he said and tried to shake Sera off his leg as she was trying to get to her feet again. The minstrel sighed, tired of having been reduced to a mere bouncer for the seventh time (why didn’t someone ask The Iron Bull? He could stare someone away from there in half a second). “Come then you busy bee” she said in a sing-song voice, bending over the bar “it’s time to go.” She had always had a way with words and despite her and Sera’s initial misunderstandings, they were now friends.

Snow was silently falling over Skyhold, but despite the cold many soldiers were training relentlessly a new technique outside in the ring. Cassandra and Cullen had decided to mix Templar and Nevarran infantry styles, and as predicted – chaos ensued. Cole was watching curiously from a rooftop nearby, tilting his head left and right. The door to the Herald’s Rest opened and Sera stumbled out, giving Cabot the finger and trying to thank Maryden at the same time. It was not successful, but the message got through nevertheless. She stared at the soldiers in training, amazed at how anyone could want to be outside in this weather. Snow was fine – if you yourself were indoors! Her head was spinning slightly, what in Thedas was in that wine? She hadn’t had more than a couple of glasses. Funny that. Maybe because she hadn’t eaten much lately, not since Shiny had started to stay cooped up inside the War Room, endlessly planning things and only coming out for meals. Was it her fault? Was she just tired of her and didn’t want to say anything? Ugh, her head was spinning worse now – let those thoughts go Sera, you know it’s better. .. Food, yes good idea!

Entering the kitchen, Sera was now seeing double and found two puppies playing with two Varric. What the-? “Hey there” Varric said and looked up from Cass on the floor. The little Mabari pup had grown considerably since the summer day that they found her near the stream in the Hinterlands, black spots now emerging on her back in a swirly pattern. “CASSIE!” Sera yelled and flopped down on the floor next to the others, instantly greeted with a loud bark and lots of doggy kisses. Her laugh drowned the sounds from outside and mixed beautifully with the fire crackling nearby. She’s wasted, Varric thought to himself and got up from the floor. They had been drinking together enough for him to know what came next. Food and sleep, and as always she would not touch water because it “feels so cold inside”. Her loss tomorrow, as always. Chuckling at the playing pair on the floor he began to make her a sandwich from leftovers on the table. Cass knew well enough not to touch these, especially since Vivienne had placed an enchantment on the table and every area used for food after she found out about Skyhold’s latest inhabitant. Vivienne hated dogs, apparently.

“Didya know” Sera began, blurring her words “that Shiny had a dog? She told me once. It died” she sat up and looked at Varric, surprised at these ease he showed in moving about in the kitchen. One could think he was the cook! This thought made her giggle.

After much effort, Varric had forced Sera and Cass apart and made them both have something to eat. The sun was setting outside and a calm was entering the grounds together with the increase in snow, like a blanked tucking in a sleepy child. Speaking of which… “Sera, you need some sleep” he said, helping her up from the floor. “Nah I’mgoodyaknow” she replied. “No, come on and we’ll get you to bed” he said a little prayer that this would be easier than making conversation with her, and Andraste must have heard him because Sera almost hopped up and opened the door. “Let’s go to Shiny’s room, I wanna sleep there. The bed’s so comfy!” Every doubt she had had earlier of her girlfriends love for her was erased, and picking up Cass Sera hopped out from the kitchen and up the stairs to the castle. She was fast, and once Sera had set her mind on something (especially when drunk) there was no changing it. Varric jogged after, knowing that the Inquisitor would not be pleased to find a passed out Sera in her bed after a day of meetings with the nobles from Ferelden. “Andraste she’s fast!” he muttered as he passed through the hall and the door leading up to the main quarters. Shit shit shit…

Finally, gasping for air, Varric reached the quarters and crawled up the last stairs. “Sera you can’t sleep here. The Inquisitor…” he began. “Is right here, Varric” the calm voice of the Inquisitor sang through the circular room. “Thank you for helping her eat, I’ve been so worried lately.” “I… I, no problem!” he said, stunned. Sera was lying sprawled across the bed, snoring and wearing only pants (she had a thing for keeping her own breeches safe and secure on her body). The tall, human shape of the Inquisitor was sitting beside her stroking her hair with such tenderness Varric was almost embarrassed. “Do you require anything Varric?” she asked. He shook his head and started to back away to the door. Just before he exited, he turned to the Inquisitor and spoke. “I’m happy for you both. You teach her not to fear all magic, and she needs that. Especially since the Fade.” The Inquisitor nodded. “Thank you. I’m happier than ever with her, and I wish to make her as happy as I am.” She smiled, and Varric felt a tinge of the companionship that existed between the two women on the bed. Damn, he needed to write a new book it seemed. A soft whistle made Cass wrestle free from Sera’s arms and run towards him, and he exited the quarters and knew that while Thedas might be in danger, certain things were no longer so.

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Universal

The Sun and Moon are but discs,

But oh - what beautiful symphonies they play

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Letters of Importance. Dragon Age, short fanfic

Skyhold existed this afternoon in a bubble of peace. The sun shone through thin clouds drifting across the sky and a gentle breeze made it a perfect summer’s day.

The various members of the Inquisition were busy with what they thought most important for the day. It being a day off, this varied quite a bit; Sera was rearranging her pillows on the roof outside her room, for the fourth time, while muttering about cookies; The Iron Bull was chugging through the latest batch of dwarven liquor (specially ordered to celebrate the Dragonslaying in a few days time); Cole had found a friend in the puppy brought to the castle by Varric and Sera, and was playing a version of hide-and-seek and tag with it – the dog was winning. All in all it was a flawless day, even the evil threatening the world seemed to take a siesta today…

 “LIAR!” The bubble burst. Cassandra’s voice rang out over the grounds and sent a flock of tiny birds flying. Everyone were pretty used to this by now and payed it no mind since the victim of this insult was usually the one and only Varric, and sure enough – a door slammed open and the dwarf was  racing across the ground, clutching a stack of papers close to his hairy chest. He may not look it, but he was fast. Cassandra was not far behind, chasing him into the castle from the armory. Skidding to a halt just before the door to the War Room, Varric tried to plead with Cassandra once more. “Seeker, you don’t understand. I need these to be private!” His words had no effect, Cassandra snorted and folded her arms across her chest. She wasn’t even out of breath, the training with the Charges had done wonders for her fitness. She held out her hand and waited for him to hand over the letter he so desperately wanted to hide. “No!” Varric yelped and forced the heavy door open and rushed into the War Room.

“What is this? Are we playing tag? Can I join?” came the soft voice of Leliana from the corner where she sat propped up on a low bench. She had been in a wonderful mood lately, deeply engrossed in the study of the Chant. “We are not” answered Cassandra curtly, scanning the room for the dwarf. He had mysteriously disappeared as soon as the Spymaster spoke. “No, it would not be your game Cassandra” Leliana said. “Why are you chasing him?” “If you must know, he has letter that are of great importance to me – and the Inquisition. I will not let him set us back like he did with Hawke.” She sighed. This dwarf was more trouble than he was worth. Noting the subtle body language of her colleague, Cassandra started moving towards the bookshelf just behind the door. “I will see that Vivienne has all she needs, she has decided to oversee the making of new formal wear for us all” Leliana said, with a hint of a thicker accent than normally – only Cassandra or Josephine would ever notice. “Please do” came the reply.

As Leliana shut the door behind her Cassandra quickly turned around and swooped down on what appeared to be nothing. This empty space however was occupied by Varric and his sneaking abilities were apparently not beyond the perception of their Spymaster. As Left and Right Hand of the Divine, Cassandra and Leliana had long ago learned the art of quiet and unnoticeable communication. Varric had now learned that the hard way. She dragged him across the floor and forcibly sat him down in a big chair. “Tell me everything” she demanded. Varric chuckled. “I’m having a sense of deja vú here, aren’t you?” Cassandra raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps” she bent forward, her face an inch away from his, “Tell me now.” She was dead serious, Varric could see this. An angry, serious Cassandra with a goal was not someone you wanted to be in the way of – and at the same time he couldn’t help himself being a proper ass about it all. It amused him too much. He took the rolled up letters from his pocket and looked at them. She really was obsessed. “Weird that” Sera would say, he could hear her voice in his head.

“You have already read them Seeker, I saw you going through them. You don’t need them anymore.” “Of course I need them! I need them – and you.” Cassandra focused the dwarf with her stare. “I need answers!” Varric sighed. He knew the game was up, there was no way out of it now… Resigned to his fate he looked her in the eye. “Fine, what do you want to know?” Cassandra stood up, hands on her hips and not a hint of anything but business escaping her.

“What do you mean with the Guard Captain dying? She can’t die for real, Varric.” Crap, she had seen that too. “Yes, she can. The series can’t go on forever. I have new things do write, new stories. I was thinking of one with the Inquisitor and Sera, raiding noble estates in…” “NO! She cannot die! The series need her and her successor is a slimeball of a man, he has no part in this.” Cassandra’s cheeks were flushed and her hands were grasping at thin air. “Swords and Shields has gone on for years, Seeker. Only you and the Orleasians read them these days.” Varric wriggled in the chair, he didn’t like the need to defend his decision about wrapping the series up – it was his choice, wasn’t it? “Because it’s good!” Ever since the Inquisitor had seen her read the latest book, and telling Varric about it, Cassandra had been on him like bees on honey about the next one. She didn’t even hider her feelings about the books anymore.

Taking a deep breath and sitting up straight, Varric knew how to fix it. She would probably put him in the dungeon if he didn’t cooperate. “I’ll see what I can do.” He said resigned. Cassandra smiled at him, somewhat surprised at this turn of events but ultimately happy. “Good. I…thanks, Varric” she backed away and then walked out of the War Room, smiling to herself.

 Months passed and nothing new happened on the book-front, but one biting cold winter morning when Cassandra went back to her room from breakfast she found a square package lying on her bed, with a note that read:

Just for you, Seeker. Don’t shout at me. -V.

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Sera and Varric finds a friend. Dragon Age, short fanfic

”So, the Hinterlands. Remind me again why we’re here?” Varric asked as he shielded his eyes from the glaring sun. “There’s nothing but bears.” The Inquisition’s work was visible all over the area, and where once was chaos was now… less chaos. “I dunno, I just like it here you know. Plus there are cute flowers.” Sera’s voice had a dreamlike quality to it that not many had heard before. Admittedly, she had only had that tone of voice for a few weeks - since she and Inquisitor Trevelyan started seeing much more of each other. She sat up straight on the ground, legs crossed and straws of grass in her hair. A small bunch of pink flowers were clasped in her hand. “Sera, you don’t even like flowers” “Of course not. They’re smelly and they die, but they’re not for me you know.” Varric nodded and when he’d gotten his friend up from the ground they set off south.

Dusk was approaching and the sad flowers dangled from Sera’s quiver where she had tied them with a stray thread from her pants. The duo had decided to travel to one of the camps in the region and spend the night there before heading back to Skyhold in the morning. “Come on Varric, jump on the stones!” Sera skipped easily across a small river as she shouted to her friend. “Or should I toss you?” “Nobody tosses a dwarf” he replied and laughed. The blonde elf had a way to always bring a smile to his face. “Plus you couldn’t even lift me off the ground!” Taking a look at her companion Sera started to laugh, he was right of course. She skipped from the last stone up the riverbank, sat down and looked around. The sunset was beautiful, but an uneasy feeling was making its presence known – they were being watched. A rustle from the nearby bush made her leap to her feet and unsling her bow, drawing an arrow and aiming. “Shit.” It had been such a great day. Couldn’t they have a single one without bloodshed? The bush whined. Whined? Yes, it whined. Sera tilted her head, she knew that sound. She put her oak bow down on the ground and kneeled. “Come here you” she coddled. “Don’t be scared.” There was a loud splash from the river but she didn’t notice. After a few seconds a little nose poked out from the branches, and soon followed the cutest little mabari puppy she had ever seen. Starved and weak, it sniffed her legs intensely. Maybe running through the kitchens this morning wasn’t the best idea? Sera reached out to it and petted its tiny head. To her surprise it didn’t recoil from her touch but seemed to rather love being cuddled. Her heart melted, she had only felt like this once before and she now knew what it meant. Picking the puppy up in her arms she turned and walked back to the river. A soaking wet Varric met her eyes and before Sera could master her laughing fit the mabari hopped down and ran towards Varric. “Well, shit.” He said as he looked into the eyes of the puppy standing in front of him, wagging its tail. “We can keep him, right? Right?” Sera asked. Varric shook his head and even if Skyhold wouldn’t be the worst place for a puppy, it was still a fortress in the middle of nowhere. Preparing to argue her point, Sera startled as she heard a familiar noise. They were both searching with their eyes to find the source when they heard it again. Looking down they saw the puppy sneezing once more and they made the connection. “I thought…” “What in the…” Varric petted the dogs head, a look of amusement on his face. “The Inquisitor won’t let us keep it” he said to Sera. “Oh shush” said Sera “I know exactly how to handle my Shiny.” Varric sighed, defeated. “Come on then Cass, let’s go home” he said to the puppy, and picked it up in his arms.

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Audible heartbreak

There are moments when you can hear your heart break,

whispering “that asshole” through pouring tears with a cracking voice, is one.

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Bravery in search

There's something in the dark, hidden and tucked away A thought and a feeling And we both know what we will find, should we dare to look There's something brought to light, revealed and laid bare A thought and a feeling And we both share tomorrow, because we dared to look

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Bara kör

Tutan tjöt. Hon stirrade tomt på bussen och dess chaufför. Mitt i vägen, inte på ett övergångsställe. Chauffören var arg, hon förstod det helt. Ja, situationen var hennes fel. Ändå rörde hon sig inte. "Bara kör då!" tänkte hon. Chauffören tutade igen. "Snälla bara kör.." viskade hon.

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She has to go

All she can do to save them all and herself is to stop her existence. A plague upon the world wearing her face, making every second a nightmare. A burden in shape of a woman A burden upon the world, and herself. 'Tis time to go.

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You’re screwed

“And you know what? I miss the fucking bastard! I don’t need him in my life, nor do I want him in my life... at least that’s what I tell myself when all else fails. And I know it to be untrue, but that is all I can do - try to rid myself of this longing. Because he is not coming back.”

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Smile, laugh, live darling!

They told me to smile, so I did A smile fixated upon my face, a mere mask. Wearing it became routine, an every day occurance but never once did I mean it.

They told me to laugh, so I did A hollow laughter without joy, a recorded sound. Using it to escape the looks they gave, day after day but never once did I mean it.

They told me to live, so I did A life directed by others, a scripted play. Performing the scenes they said I had to live but never once did I mean it.

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Låt en kvinna drömma

När hon öppnade dörren och gick in i rummet möttes hon av synen av flera killar som satt i soffan mitt emot henne. En sekund senare kände hon igen dem. "Vad i..." stammade hon fram, "vad gör ni här?" Att ha dem alla samlade i samma rum kunde inte vara ett bra tecken, för hon hade precis insett vad de alla hade gemensamt - henne. Varenda en av dem hade hon legat med, och varenda en av dem var hon mer eller mindre vän med. Helvete. Svetten började krypa fram och ångesten var mer påtaglig än regnet utanför. Sakta backade hon mot dörren. "Du, gå inte" det va Johan som pratade, "det är något du måste förstå." Mattias ställde sig upp, gestikulerande mot sig själv och de andra "vi har förstått vad du tror att vi anser om dig. Hur du tror det är." Hon såg in i hans ögon, senast hon sett in i dem var i samband med en kyss hejdå.. som gärna hade fått vara en timme om hon hade fått välja. "Jag.. uh.." mer kunde hon inte få fram. Det här va illa. Väldigt illa. Ett par av dem skrattade, storstadsgrabben och David. "Andas Lily, det är ingen fara." sa David. Hon lutade sig mot dörren och tappade väskan med en duns på golvet. Uppgivet mötte hon allas blick och med en gest sa hon "Okej, go ahead. Berätta vad det här handlar om." "Vi bryr oss om dig, vi ser dig som vår vän. Du är en underbar människa" det va Johan som pratade, och av alla människor trodde hon inte att det var han som skulle säga sånt här, "men vi har ju förstått att det inte är vad du tror." "Du har aldrig varit ett verktyg för någon av oss, även när det bara handlat om sex" nu va det Mattias igen, "umgås med dig är ju nice!" Hon fattade ingenting, sen gick det upp ett ljus för henne. "Jag fattar" log hon "ni driver. Det är nån form av skämt det här.. haha, jättekul grabbar." Johan gick fram till henne, lyfte upp hennes huvud så de såg in i varandras ögon. Herregud de va fina.. "Nej. Vi bryr oss." Och med de orden förstod Lily, hon förstod allt. De såg henne inte bara som någon att utnyttja, någon att sluta bry sig om så fort orgasmen va över, någon att lägga åt sidan. Hon betydde nåt för dem, precis som de betydde något för henne. Med tårar i ögonen gav hon honom en varm kram och fick fram en halvkvävt "tack".

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The problem has been re-located

Words that should have been said, that never left my lips. Regrets once the moment passed, a lost chance. Maybe it was for the best, but I will never know.

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Allie finds out the truth [MLP, part 4]

The dungeon was cold, and Allie did her best to warm herself up but no luck. She had never been to the castle, let alone the dungeons, before so navigating was a bit tricky. Eventually finding a hallway lit up with torches and a steep ramp going further down, she decided that this had to be the way to wherever her friends were meeting Celestia. After a while her breath started to come out in little clouds and wondering how much further down she had to walk, Allie came to a halt. A big, ominous door blocked her path. This had to be it, it looked so different from anything else she had encountered in this world and despite it being cartooned, she began to feel scared.

As the door slammed shut behind her, leaving the few torches to be her only source of light, soft cries started to fill her ears. Heartbreaking, dying cries. What was this, what’s going on here? A little bit further in a horrible sight met her eyes – ponies. Lying on the floor in a pile were nearly a dozen of once colorful, lively ponies. Only drained shells now remained, and the few who were still alive looked at here with pleading eyes. A purple one caught Allie’s eyes as he tried to speak. “Who are you? What’s going on here?” she asked him, trying not to let the panic show. “My… my name is Obius. And you must leave. Now…” he was weak, but still alive. “Can I help?” “No. We are already drained, and merely awaiting to die. Stupid, isn’t it? Coming here only to die… again.” Allie felt shivers down her spine as she came to the conclusion that this had to be Celestia’s doing. And not the first time it happened either. “I must find out what is happening! I can’t leave now!” she said, trying more to convince herself than her new-found friend, and ignoring his whispering pleas she rushed through the corridor.

A vast hall, lit with candles and a sunken area in the middle met her at the end of the corridor. In the center of the room stood a small foal hooked up to six different tubes, Celestia carefully monitoring the different levels of what looked like liquid gas inside them. A manic laughter rang through the hall, followed by an angry outburst in the same voice. “HOW MUCH LONGER?” it was Pinkie Pie. Allie stared at her friend and realized that it was no longer her friend, it was a morphed version of the happy, bouncing Pinkie she used to know. It was like someone had taken everything she was and turned it on itself. Still hidden in the shadows Allie looked around and noticed that inverted versions of all of her friends were scattered across the room; Fluttershy was flying around talking to herself and every object in the room, Rainbow Dash was lying asleep in a corner and Rarity looked a complete mess. “Soon child, calm down” Celestia’s voice rang out. “CALM DOWN? CALM DOWN? ARE YOU INSANE?” Pinkie yelled across the room. Having never been one to think things through, Allie stepped into the light. “What is going on here?” she asked horrified.

Everyone stopped dead in their tracks and stared at her. Fluttershy landed and let out a laughter close to Pinkie’s latest. “So” Celestia began, “you’ve come. We weren’t sure if we should wait for you but as you no doubt saw outside – we didn’t” a mad light played in her huge eyes as she tilted her head and smiled at her. Allie repeated her question, sweat pouring down her neck despite the cold. “You don’t know? Well, how do you expect your friends here to remain as they are? Do you honestly think that they can maintain their persona by themselves?” she laughed at Allie’s obvious confusion, “we bring you humans here for a reason you see.” She gestured towards the little foal, now lying shaking on the floor, “to tap you of your personalities. You are so diverse you see, something that we cannot create by ourselves. So when you die, we bring you here-“ “Like food” Allie finished, a disgusted tone to her voice. So this was why she was here? “Not quite so crude, but if it suits you then fine.” Allie took an extra look around and realized that the tubes were color coded; one for each of her friends. They were draining every former human of their different mood sets, in order to keep the Mane Six going. If only her sister knew… “And no, you cannot do anything to stop this” Celestia continued, tapping one of the tubes with her hoof. “It has been going on for ages, and will continue to do so forever because you humans keep on dying and we keep on collecting you.” Her head was spinning, a white mist clouded her eyes as she tried to see what was going on but all she could discern was her friends closing in on her, mad gleams in their eyes and an uncontrollable hunger to their smiles.

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Jesus och Molly

Energidryck, Rammstein och ett brustet hjärta Vissa säljer Jesus, andra Molly Köper gör vi alla Köper allt som får det att sluta göra ont