WIP Wednesday (?)

I’m late and it’s THURSDAY NIGHT not Wednesday but I keep missing these so here (because I am really tired and lacking in inspiration) are the opening lines of the next chapter of Manor (1930′s AU for context). I was tagged by @dreadfutures & @varric-tethras-editor thank you!

Jim knocked on his office door, notably in direct contradiction of the order that Cullen should not be disturbed. Cullen ignored the first knock, and yelled out a reprimand at the second. Jim opened the door anyway and Cullen stared at him with incredulity. “It’s urgent,” Jim explained.

“It had better be,” Cullen replied curtly.

“Someone is here, asking for help.”

Cullen gestured at the chaos of case files he had already taken on, spread across his desk. “As have many others. I’ve made it clear we don’t have capacity to take on new work, Jim.”

“It’s a lady.”

“I don’t care if it’s Andraste herself. Make her leave.”

“She’s very insistent. She says she’s lost something important.”

“Then tell her we’re sorry, wish her luck and send her away,” Cullen snapped.

“I warned her you were too busy to see anyone, so she wrote you a note,” Jim said, revealing a scrap of paper in his hand.

“Discard it.”

Jim unfolded the note and read, “It says: ‘Stop being such a grump.’”

Unimpressed, Cullen glared at him, wondering if this was the boy’s idea of a practical joke. “If you want to leave, you can quit at any time Jim. Provoking me into firing you is unnecessary.”

Jim looked over his shoulder and in an act of unprecedented insubordination, called, “Come through, he’ll see you now,” and opened Cullen’s door wider.

I haven’t scrolled through my dash far or thoroughly enough this week to know who has done this already so tagging anyone yet to participate especially @a11sha11fade if you haven’t (and want to of course - or maybe take this as a tag for next week???)

#dragon age: inquisition #dragon age #cullen x inquisitor #cullen x trevelyan #cullen rutherford #do I tag jim???#wip wednesday #my writing #okay now I'm going to bed #the sleep tight tea has been CONSUMED

kantrips

WIP Wednesday! How am I late again when I have a timezone advantage!? Thank you for the tag @varric-tethras-editor! The next chapter of Manor is a mess so I thought I would share this drawing of Celia and Alistair which I was planning to use in a head canons post for them (which is also in progress and I’m not sure I’ll include this now). I don’t know if I should tag? Should I tag for next Wednesday??

#dragon age #dragon age origins #alistair theirin #amell x alistair #warden x alistair #wip wednesday #sketchy sketch #by 'in progress' I mean the head canons have been in my phone notes for a hundred years basically growing moss at this point #if someone wants my undying love and devotion tell me that looks a bit like alistair and I'll be yours forever #just a little bit #please #lie to me I beg you #I think celia should be a smidge shorter #maybe she's standing on a rock

kantrips

WIP Wednesday (?)

Thank you for the tag @varric-tethras-editor!

This is from the next chapter of my DA:I 1930′s murder mystery AU (which I am well aware is an offensively absurd concept but I have nothing else to offer) + an art WIP. I’m also kantrips on AO3 if you want to have a gander at the first three chapters!

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“I didn’t think…” Cullen trailed off.

Evelyn let out a derisive sound and began to work at the tight lid of the piccalilli jar. “No. You didn’t.” Her voice was strained as she began to struggle with the jar, her nose scrunching with the effort. “I used to think you understood me best of anyone but recently I’m beginning to feel like you don’t know me at all.”

“You’re shutting me out.”

“And you’re assuming the worst,” she told him, voice increasingly faint from the effort, but the lid wouldn’t budge.

Growing agitated watching her, Cullen reached for the jar. “Give it to me.”

She twisted away from him. “No!”

“For Andraste’s sake Evelyn, stop being stubborn and let me do it.”

Evelyn gave the lid a final wrench and it popped off. A shared moment of surprise disrupted both of their mounting animosity, but only fleetingly before they remembered themselves and it descended once more in full force. Evelyn glared at his still outstretched hand. Cullen retracted it. “I don’t need anything from you.”

“You’ve misunderstood my intentions,” Cullen rationalised, desperate to get the conversation back on track and making a concerted effort to keep his voice even.

“So I’m in the wrong again? Good to know.”

He let out an incomprehensible noise of frustration. “That’s not fair.”

“It’s like I’ve always said: you’re the only one I can rely on to tell me the truth, Cullen,” she said his name like a curse and with enough venom to make him wince. “I’m glad to know what you really think of me,” Evelyn continued, voice still brittle as she began spooning dollops of what seemed like far too much piccalilli onto the waiting slices of bread.

“Evelyn…” Cullen began, but he didn’t know what he wanted to say. He finally opted for an admittedly unwise, “Don’t overreact,” and the look she gave him in return might have made a weaker man turn and flee.

“To being called callous?” She let out a scoff. “Next you’ll accuse me of killing her.” Cullen was silent for a moment and it was a moment too long. Evelyn’s posture went rigid and she turned slowly to him, not angry now, just dismayed, still clutching the spoon in one hand and the jar in the other. “Oh Maker, I really am a suspect.”

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Bonus related art WIP (~~and by WIP I mean I’ll never finish it~~):

Thank you if you read this far! I’m already late with this so if anyone else wants to be late with me please feel free to consider yourself tagged!