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#girl dads are on thin fucking ice #VERY thin

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I'm going through a bunch of old writing and found a ton about an AU Alim. The story is that Daveth survived the joining and split off from Alistair and an Aeducan warden to warn other Grey Wardens in the free Marches. For some reason I vaguely remember a race against the dwarf warden because that dude was bad for some reason. Anyhow, Daveth meets Anne, then gathers Aneirin from the Dalish somehow, then travels to Denerim where he meets my non-Circle Alim. Alim eventually worms his way into the small company because he desperately wants to get out from under the thumb of the man that owns his debt and hires him out for mercenary work.

Anyway, the following are a couple of bits that never got past a first draft, but they're fun with some nice dialogue. I should really do more with this. Tagging @thedissonantverses because I think you mentioned wanting to see more of this (slap me if I'm wrong - I think you mentioned finished work though. Ah well, I'm a tease).

For Alim, stepping inside The Pearl was, he supposed, the closest he ever came to returning home. There were always warm and welcoming smiles from the men and women who worked there and as often as not, Para would come over to give him a kiss on the cheek and usher him to a table.

It was amazing the affection and warmth a generous tab could buy a person.

Para wasn't around when the four of them entered, but a servant girl recognized him, noticed his company and waved him over to a choice table in the corner. She quickly swept a rag over the table to clear the crumbs to the floor and asked what they would like.

“Just food and drink,” Alim told her. "Whatever's on for supper and some wine should do.”

They seated themselves as she walked off to the kitchen.

“Now then,” he said, threading his fingers together and leaning forward eagerly. “A story. I'll start. A thief, a Dalish and a noblewoman walk into a tavern...”

“They ate, paid for their own meal, kept their silence and left.” said Anne, not at all impressed by her surroundings.

“You're not very good at this I'm afraid. You?” Alim cocked on eyebrow at Aneirin who simply shook his head and looked away. “Daveth?”

Daveth sighed. “Ah Alim, I think you just learned more than I'd intended for you to.”

Alim shrugged, and nodded at Anne. “Hard to miss. She has the look.”

“Me? You're talking about me?” Anne scowled.

“You’re the noblewoman, aren't you?” said Aneirin, beginning to look very tired with the whole affair.

“It doesn’t matter now." Your guide has decided that that’s as much as I’ll get to know tonight.” Alim winked at the Dalish elf, who waved a dismissive hand at the other elf and looked away. His patience had been thin from the moment they entered the city.

“And yet, you’re still footing the bill for this,” said Daveth. “Still sitting at the table. Last time I was around you, you were a lot more stingy than this.”

--- (apparently a lot happened between this bit and the next that I never wrote)

“Thank you. I hate to admit it, but I’m sure we couldn't have done this without your help.” Daveth tossed the purse to Alim. “As promised.”

Alim was quiet for a moment, weighing the purse in his hand before speaking. “This isn’t enough.”

“It’s what you agreed to Alim.”

“No, no that’s not what I meant. I…” Alim tucked the purse under his belt and leaned back against the brick wall of the storehouse. “It’s what I asked for, but what am I going to do with it? Back to the Pearl I guess, new set of knives maybe. But then it’ll be back to Charon and whatever job he’s got lined up for me next.”

“Sounds hard, but that’s not my concern Alim.” Then to soften his words, “Boots maybe. That pair looks like they’re nearly done for.”

Alim closed his eyes. “I’ve been holding off.”

“I wouldn’t. The darkspawn are coming and if they aren’t stopped, you’re gonna have to run sooner or later.”

That caught Alim’s attention, or settled something in his mind, because he pushed away from the wall and fixed Daveth with a look that lay somewhere between uncertain and hopeful. “Sooner would be better. And you could use another hand.”

That surprised Daveth. He couldn’t deny that Alim had been a great deal of help to him; but that had been in Denerim where Alim traveled in useful circles and heard useful things. Outside the city, his uses disappeared and he was nothing more than another mouth to feed, another body to pay passage for. Also it was Alim, and while Daveth liked him well enough, he understood he could only ever be trusted so far.

He shook his head. “You should leave Alim, but not with me. I’m not hiring help.”

“You don’t need to hire me. I’m not asking that. I’m asking to go with you and get out of Denerim before things fall apart.”

Daveth shook his head. “Not with me.”

“Daveth-”

“Not with me. You’ve got no use outside the city and good as you may be with those knives, you’re not good enough. I’m not sure what work Charon had you doing, but I’m damn sure I don’t need you doing it for me.”

There was a brief moment of resignation on Alim’s face and Daveth thought he’d managed to end the conversation, but then he thrust out a hand, palm up, and there was a sudden flash of light. A fireball was floating in the space between them.

“This is what I did for Charon. I’m a mage. And if you don’t think you need that out where you’re going then you’re a fool.” He dropped his hand and the flames disappeared.

The scales Daveth used to measure Alim’s worth suddenly shifted. Yes, Aneirin was a mage as well, but he healed. He didn’t summon fire into thin air, at least not that he’d ever revealed to Daveth.

“Fuck,” Daveth whispered. “That’s not what I thought Charon was up to with you.”

His comment was met with an answering scowl. “I know bloody well what everyone thinks Charon was up to with me. But no, he hires me out for my magic. Doesn't lay a hand on me.”

#my writing #this is what a lot of my first drafts look like #very thin #just brief descriptions and dialogue #but I think getting it down quick and waiting to do the descriptive stuff later helps my dialogue stay a little livelier #Can you write two big fics at the same time #because now I want to write this so bad

.....what if I photoshop Sneck's eyes to have an iris and pupils like everyone else

It's 4:30 am

I can't sleep

#he got lines for eyes #very thin #im losinjg it #i should sleep

re: the guy from my livestream:

yes i have put on weight! lol

it mostly went to my ass and tits, n my upper arms (bicep n tricep) r literally muscle like i could knock ur ass out 🤣🤣🤣

but thnx 4 bein a h8r n 4 the view 🫠

#tumblr live #lmao #its only like #12lbs #but i get it cause most ppl r used to seeing me #very thin #but like im almost 40 #so id rather be healthy #like for when the world is over #sos i can outrun losers like u!

Made dinner again tonight and it made me laugh because it was, yet again, salmon and rice with veggies. It’s so easy, and Nancy can help with a lot of it, but this time…I made a quick cheats dill sauce! That’s progress lol.

#4 tablspoons mayo #1 tablespoon dijon mustard #juice of a lemon #idk how much fresh dill but like at least four or five fronds minced #salt and pep to taste #it’s a lot like dressing #very thin #but it’s tangy and herby and super good on veggies and fish #you can use dried dill #anyway i’m blathering

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do you ever think about meeting your fav and having to keep yourself from confessing that you’ve written smutty fanfiction about them

me: hi i’m a big fan fav: thank you. me: (pulling up my tumblr) so do you want to confirm or deny if this is how you act when you’re horny

#i think about this a lot #like #i would be like hi i'm a big fan #and he would be like thanks #and then i would be like #do you want to read the fanfiction i wrote about you #you could write the incidental music for the stage adaptation #you know what #it's not likely #but i don't think he'd be totally opposed #shitpost #shit post #my fav #your fav #everyone's fav #we are all crazy #but also bad ass #thin line #very thin

Wait don’t ban me plz will a kiss make it better?

.......maybe. but you’re on thin ice pal >_>

#very thin #extremely thin #we love just some gal #my asks

Ponytail Dib AU scene concept: Zim trying to distract Dib from going on about depressing shit by speaking of his past life on Irk, safe in the knowledge that Dib won’t remember anything that could be used against him come morning:

———-

Dib, sitting against the couch in Zim’s house yet again, legs splayed open on the floor as he lazily eats a slice of pizza. Zim’s sitting right across him, legs resting on Dib’s, his back against a large machine. He’s adjusting a piece of the tech attached to it and running his mouth.

Zim:… And that’s when Zim knew he was being SABOTAGED!! But after gathering my evidence and bringing it to my supervisor, she had NO CHOICE but to see that I was RIGHT! VICTORY FOR ZIM!!

Dib, snorting: Wow, so you weren’t always a screwup? That’s a surprise.

Zim, offended: Excuse me?! I am NOT nor was I EVER a screwup! The NERVE to even SUGGEST—!

Dib, chuckling: C'mon, you gotta admit you’re not the best at what ya do. I mean, maybe nowadays your…your plans are more…better put together, but back when I was a kid? Half the time you’d sabotage yourself

Zim, gasping with indignation: Would NOT!

Dib: Would too!

Zim: LIES!!

Dib: Bro, c'mon, I’m wasted as fuck right now and I still can remember that shit.

Zim, blushing at the nickname: W-well.. maybe! But it’s not my fault!! I wasn’t given any proper briefing on this mission before arriving, there weren’t even any scouting notes for me to look at! Had to figure everything out on my own!

Dib, smiling mischievously: That still doesn’t account for like half of your screwups.

Zim, groaning: Oh quit it already! You wouldn’t do this any better than me, mister Judgy McJudge!

Dib: You don’t know that. Bet I could take over the world way faster than you if I wanted to.

Zim, grinning as he noticed the chance: Well, why don’t you try then? Cuz I’m starting to think the reason you don’t wanna take me up on my offer to join forces is because you think you’re not cut out for the job.

Dib, hastily swallowing more pizza, noticing the bait and refusing to take it: S-so you said you’d…that you were... an…Elite Soldier… before?

Zim, immediately distracted by the chance to talk about past achievements: Oh yes, one of the best ones in fact! Graduated with honors despite my height!

Dib: Oh yeah, I remember you guys had some kinda hang-up around heights… And you say you were one of the best? Despite how much you screw up? *he chuckles*

Zim, hurt but not wanting to show it: Well, Zim has always been a huge asset to the Empire! My superiors could clearly see that, whatever… drawbacks I might have had were nothing compared to the benefits of having a GENIUS like me around!

Dib, reaching for his flask: I thought most of your people hate…hated you.

Zim, ignoring another sting: Well the envious ones sure do, but not all of them are blinded by my achievements! Some of them valued me for who I am, I even had admirers!

Dib, almost spitting his drink out: You had…you had admirers??

#ponytail dib au #zadr #my writing #fanfiction #spicey #like proper spicey this time #ok maybe not that much but still #it needs the tag #Zim's patience is starting to grow thin #VERY thin #also ty a whole lot to #@syrupwit #and #@arneyblay2 #for betaing this <3 #there will probably be a follow up short comic #Zim is THIS CLOSE to pouncing