Jacs or Jay (nonbinary woman | she/they) Expect shenanigans and tomfoolery. Dragon Age, Baldurs Gate, fantasy books and whatever strikes my fancy really. On Ao3 as CrabsWithSticks :)
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CW: Solas having a short sexual fantasy, the horny bitch (affectionate)
It was an unusually warm day at the Storm Coast. For the first time since the Inquisition had started their operations in the area, some months ago now, the rain and wind had stopped completely and the sun peaked gently through the clouds. The Inquisitor’s entourage, who had come prepared with heavy clothing, found themselves sweating profusely under their armors.
“Fucking shit this is,” Sera enunciated what all of them were thinking.
But luck would have it that they came across a small cove of soft, gray sand, where the sea seemed calm enough to swim safely. Their fearless leader suggested that they took a bath, and The Iron Bull and Sera agreed in an instant. Which led to the unfortunate situation of Solas having to see Inquisitor Lavellan strip herself off her clothes. He tried not to stare, but he couldn’t be faulted if he stole a glance of his vhenan. She left her underclothes on, the white fabric contrasting beautifully with her warm brown skin: the brassiere was composed of two pitiful triangles that did little to hide the shape of her breasts; her underpants were a narrow strip that was tied with two bows above her hip bones, and a little hint of the curls beneath escaped from its sides. Solas wasn’t proud of how his dick immediately jumped to almost full hardness at the view.
“Aren’t you joining us?” she asked, bright and smiling, her chest lightly bouncing as she stepped towards him.
Fenhedis, he couldn’t let her see him without his many layers of clothes right then, he’d be utterly incriminated otherwise.
“That’s, I… Apologies, I’d rather stay back and work on some sketches.”
“Well, that’s a shame,” she replied coyly, her eyelashes batting and—wait, was she flirting? He couldn’t handle flirting in that moment, his head was already running low on blood as it was.
Solas was about to pass out because of repressed lust when, in an unlikely turn of events, he was saved by Sera, out of all people. Sera, who has completely naked, and passed running between them as she yelled, “Last one to the water is a rotten egg!”. The Iron Bull also went running behind her, also fully naked, and that was a sight that would remain etched in Solas’ mind for eternity (a very long and thick sight, to be precise). His vhenan laughed and ran after them. If he allowed himself to keep his eyes on her backside until it disappeared under the water, no one needed to know.
He tried to do as he’d said and sketch the lovely view of the coast, but the ruckus kept bringing his attention back to the people enjoying the sea. A water battle had started, the Inquisitor fighting alone against her companions. She had the advantage of magic, conjuring waves as she pleased. But the Bull’s big hands could move almost as much water in one sway as magic could, and Sera was a cunning fighter. But Lavellan seemed happy, laughing as much as she could while avoiding swallowing water, and Solas was glad to witness it. She didn’t have as many opportunities to just exist as her unburdened self those days.
His sweet musings where cut short as he noticed that the water had made the fabric of the brassiere more transparent, as well as make it stick tightly to her skin, and so he could practically see the dark nipples below. His mouth went dry as he imagined taking her somewhere more private, another nearby cove perhaps, licking the saltwater off her neck and the hollows of her clavicles, and asking her to push away the soaked cloth so he could suck at those lovely nipples. And maybe afterwards he could lay her over a flat rock, push apart her legs and tease her over her underpants. And by the time she was writhing and begging beneath him, he would tear the fabric off her and sink his face into the mane of curls he imagined between her legs.
Solas clenched his fist so hard around the charcoal he’d been using that it broke in half. He didn’t understand what she’d done to him to make his into this lustful beast. Never before in his long life had he found it so difficult to control his arousal, never before had he been drawn to the specifics of another person’s physical body as he was with her. It was as troubling as it was intoxicating.
With a sigh, he accepted there were times in a man’s life where he had to stop running and face what he feared. So he discreetly cast a cold spell and used it to tame his erection, and once he was sure it wouldn’t be noticed, he took his clothes off and rushed into the sea. Despite the exceptional warmth of the day, the water itself was freezing cold; he was grateful for it, for it helped in finishing up the subduing of the unruliness in his crotch.
“Solas! Join me!” Lavellan greeted him, before yelling at her companions, “We’re going to destroy you! Na melana sahlin!”
“No way we’re losing to the elven glory twins!” Sera yelled back.
Unfortunately for Sera, the combined power of two mages shaping the sea to their will was too much to handle, and her and the Iron Bull would’ve likely surrendered soon if a flustered Inquisition scout hadn’t showed up on the cove to interrupt the fun.
“There’s an urgent message from Sister Nightingale waiting for you at camp, Your Worship!” the young woman announced, her cheeks red as she scrambled to not look directly at the Inquisitor without seeming disrespectful. She then turned back and walked in the direction of the camp with the awkward gait of an enchanted automaton.
Their friends rushed out of the water—or more like the Iron Bull rushed as he practically dragged Sera by the scruff of her neck, right after directing a brief knowing glance at Lavellan. Solas wasn’t so foolish that he couldn’t see the opportunity that was being offered, so he leaned towards the Inquisitor. He placed a hand on her lower back and the other on her face in such a manner that it would block the view of their lips in case there were other scouts nearby.
Her lips were cold, so he caressed them with his tongue to warm them, tasting the salt in them. He felt her fingers grazing the base of his skull, and she pulled away momentarily to change the angle of the kiss and push deep into his mouth, taking his breath away. It has him that parted them in a definitive manner, even if everything in his body was screaming not to.
"We should head back to camp," he muttered.
"Yeah. Sure," she replied, but the way her round eyes dug into him made him wonder if she’d had flights of fancy similar to his. If she also fantasized about pressing him against the rocks and having her way with him until she was satisfied.
And the truth was that the insistence upon discretion was a leash he used to keep himself tamed more than anything else. It’s not that he didn’t care about not becoming a political liability for her, nor about her desire to keep her love life from becoming fresh meat for nosy courtiers to tear apart, he did care about all that very much. But the true crux of the matter lied in that, if he didn’t keep as many safeguards in place as he could, he’d be unable to stop himself from pressing her body to his, allow her wet skin to slide over his, and keep going until he did something that would only bring her pain once she learned the truth about him.
And so, they walked to the shore in a heavy silence, their hands remaining linked until their feet were firmly set on dry sand.
I can buy the concept of romance existing but the social song and dance of Dating specifically is so, like. Ok. So we're all just expected to walk around performing desirability & having coffee with people you find mildly interesting & Hopefully you will Feel Something for one of them. & if you keep it up long enough you can get legally bound and financially dependent on each other and have kids or something, not because you want them but because you're so fucking normal. This is supposed to be your #1 priority in life btw. Are you insane?
And people will be like "you'll never be happy if you don't successfully have coffee with someone you think is mildly interesting, it's so sad that you're not having coffee with someone you think is mildly interesting" & I'm sitting here like I don't think that's true actually I think I'm doing pretty good. I have other things fulfilling my admittedly lower than average need for human connection, like friends
the problem with tumblr spells is all of you lil sluts are casting and not giving it time to charge so you're all casting cantrips and not 9th level death spells. everyone wants to be the one to take them down no one wants to be the one who assists
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"But AI can't do your job. It can help you do your job, but that doesn't mean it's going to save anyone money. Take radiology: there's some evidence that AIs can sometimes identify solid-mass tumors that some radiologists miss, and look, I've got cancer. Thankfully, it's very treatable, but I've got an interest in radiology being as reliable and accurate as possible.
If my Kaiser hospital bought some AI radiology tools and told its radiologists: "Hey folks, here's the deal. Today, you're processing about 100 x-rays per day. From now on, we're going to get an instantaneous second opinion from the AI, and if the AI thinks you've missed a tumor, we want you to go back and have another look, even if that means you're only processing 98 x-rays per day. That's fine, we just care about finding all those tumors."
If that's what they said, I'd be delighted. But no one is investing hundreds of billions in AI companies because they think AI will make radiology more expensive, not even if that also makes radiology more accurate. The market's bet on AI is that an AI salesman will visit the CEO of Kaiser and make this pitch: "Look, you fire 9/10s of your radiologists, saving $20m/year, you give us $10m/year, and you net $10m/year, and the remaining radiologists' job will be to oversee the diagnoses the AI makes at superhuman speed, and somehow remain vigilant as they do so, despite the fact that the AI is usually right, except when it's catastrophically wrong.
"And if the AI misses a tumor, this will be the human radiologist's fault, because they are the 'human in the loop.' It's their signature on the diagnosis."
This is a reverse centaur, and it's a specific kind of reverse-centaur: it's what Dan Davies calls an "accountability sink." The radiologist's job isn't really to oversee the AI's work, it's to take the blame for the AI's mistakes.
This is another key to understanding – and thus deflating – the AI bubble. The AI can't do your job, but an AI salesman can convince your boss to fire you and replace you with an AI that can't do your job. This is key because it helps us build the kinds of coalitions that will be successful in the fight against the AI bubble."
- Cory Doctorow, The Reverse Centaur’s Guide to Criticizing AI
