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this is not three sentences but honestly who cares.

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The first time Cole tries to tell a knock-knock joke, Tathas assumes it’s just Varric playing a prank on her. This has the dwarf’s fingerprints all over, and who else would think to teach a VI bad jokes?

As days pass and Cole’s behaviour grows stranger and stranger, she is forced to admit that the dwarf has nothing to do with this. Which is not good, because option B is far, far worse.

Any single protocol in existence as well as common fucking sense would dictate she pull the plug on even the slightest possibility of an emergent AI, only that would leave the Swiftwind stranded gods-know-where in the endless void of space with no navigation system to speak of and no way to hail a (very, very very very) hypothetical passing ship, and besides. She doesn’t want to.

The thing is, she likes Cole. If she’s to be completely honest she actually prefers him to most people she knows, and given that he’s often the only company she has for months on end, the bad jokes, the endless questions and the many, many attempts at brightening her days are a nice change of pace. He hardly seems like he’s about to kill her and take over the ship, and honestly even if he was, what would he even do with an old single-handed explorer class held together by sheer luck and lots of duct tape, chart people to death?

So fine, she’ll keep him running and keep it quiet. It’s not like she’s ever been a stickler for rules, and the Swiftwind hides worse things than an overly curious AI.

Besides, Varric will lose his shit when she tells him.

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–accidental book club fic (fe fates)

–longer version of that not!solavellan zombie apocalypse au thingie i wrote forever ago (da)

–megan origin fic (fo4)

–something pikevahlia because unlikely ot3s are my lifeblood and also oh no it’s cute (cr)

2) Give me an AU setting.

Anonymous said: Do you have any prompts for a duo (not necessarily romantic, though they could be) that are partners? Kind of like in Pacific Rim with its drift compatibility?

One of them has been through a traumatic event.

The characters are separated.

The characters aren’t allowed to work together.

One of the characters is trying to keep a secret from the other.

For some reason, one of the characters doesn’t want to work with the other.

A person close to one of the characters dislikes the other.

One of the characters is blamed for an accident which happened to the other.

The characters are tricked into doing something against their morals.

The characters are tricked into going against each other.

One of the characters has a new love interest.

One of the characters has to deal with losing the other.

One of the characters has to leave for a long time.

One of the characters tries working with someone else.

Characters are suspected of being lovers, which is forbidden in their line of work.

specifically like pining ship fics oh my god

forced to share a bed becomes “accidental sleepover, I didn’t realize adults could do this and I should be chill about how happy it makes me, but no one’s ever braided my hair and gossiped with me before, but I gotta play this cool because I don’t want to be pathetic, and I don’t want to be the person who likes the other person more, but g o s h, I want us to be friends, and not just friends, besties”

the coworker at your bakery/coffee shop/library/spy organization who smiles at you every day and asks about your weekend, but you can’t tell if they’re being nice or what, or if they’d actually say yes if you invited them out to coffee to talk about that hiking trip they went on, you don’t want to make things weird but work would be a lot easier if you had a friend

you’ve just moved to a new city and you cannot believe how many times you’ve had to knock on your neighbor’s door, but you didn’t pack like any of the things you need, and they don’t seem effusively happy that you keep asking to borrow shit like a vacuum or duct tape, but they also don’t rush you out of the door, and when you return what you borrowed, they ask you how it went, and one time you told a joke that made them laugh and you felt so good about it, you kept riffing on the joke for the next ten minutes and it isn’t until you went back to your place that you realized what an embarrassment you are

enemies to friends where you have to work with someone that you hate oh my god you hate them, and then you spend time with them, and then you don’t hate them quite so much, but stopping hating them? almost feels like? defeat?? you’ll stop acting like you hate them when they stop acting like they hate you, and honestly you’d really like them to stop acting like they hate you because they are the only other person you know that’s ever shared your interest for cold war spy thrillers and maybe this is the time for the book club of your dreams

your partner has a best friend and you’ve never hung out with them without your partner but now you are coordinating with the best friend for your partner’s surprise party and they are just the funniest, the sweetest, the nicest, the coolest, and suddenly your partner is concerned because you and your best friend are hanging out all the time, which is…great…awesome…….suddenly becoming the third wheel is just the funnest because who doesn’t like wheelbarrows (it becomes a whole Thing, and ends up resolving in a disney channel esque lecture of someone being like “Guys You Can Have More Than One Best Friend”) 

you’re lonely and it sucks and it’s not the kind of thing that you can admit because you’ve got your pride, you don’t want to look desperate, you can’t tell people about loneliness without making them wonder what’s wrong with you because shouldn’t you have friends? who doesn’t have friends? but it’s gotten to the point where you look forward to buying groceries because you can make small talk with the clerk, you look forward to work because maybe you can slip in something personal in the course of talking about business, but if anyone asked you how you were doing and if you wanted to hang, you’d panic and say that you were busy. and you want to change. you in fact need to change, but. yeah. it’s not an easy thing. and there’s no easy solution. and this is a 100k fic about you slowly assembling a friend group, while having really zero practical experience with friendship, and it’s a gentle epic with the highest stakes, oh my god, just the highest