#oopiejay5

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I hope there would be approval for a Nettle, Sweet Pea cuddle pile map time extravaganza. They look so comfy! I want in on that. 😊

Nettle snores like they're gargling gravel and sometimes kicks and hits in their sleep. Sweet Pea drools a lil and also smells like a big weird stray dog. That nap pile looks cozy but it is only for the foolish.

[ask-a-vetblr]

I really love you're guy's work on this blog, thank you! After seeing all the things for dog and cat nutrition, I was wondering of there was an equivalent to the WSAVA for Large or small animals? Like horses, llamas, or hamsters and mice?

gettingvetted here.

The National Research Council publishes nutritional needs for just about every animal out there. Individual veterinary organizations, such as the American Association of Equine Practitioners, the American Association of Bovine Practitioners, etc will often have suggested nutritional guidelines depending on the age, type, and use of the animal. However it is typically up to the board-certified veterinary nutritionists and/or PhD nutritionists to formulate a diet for a commercial feed, individual farm, zoo animal, or research trial.

[jawsandbones]

This isn’t from a prompt list, but I’m feeling some Alistair nostalgia. Could I request something fluffy with an older/more mature warden Alistair and the warden commander? I love your writing. It makes me so happy, unless I’m crying from it. :D I hope you have a good week!

She pulls the hood up, holds thecloak tighter around her. The rain has come suddenly, and without mercy. Theroad turns to mud underneath their feet, and he adjusts the bag on hisshoulder. With the night, comes the chill, and their breath fogs around them asthey go. The lantern barely lights their way, lost in the downpour and thedark. They make their way in silence, the mabari trotting beside her,unaffected by the weather. They stop under the signpost, the crossroads.

She holds up the lantern, andfinds he hasn’t put up his hood. Enjoying the rain, wet in his hair, on hisface. He leans down to her, presses his forehead against hers. “Be seeing you,I suppose,” he tells her. Raising her free hand, gentle, against his cheek.

“Be safe,” she tells him. Herhand moves around him, underneath his cloak, and he cups her face in his hands.Her cheeks are cold, but so is his touch. There’s some warmth in the kiss, aheat they share, pass between them. There was a time he might have protested.Alistair believes that Skyhold is the safer journey, and her quest far moredangerous. He’d rather their roles be switched but now – it’s too late. Thumbsbrushing across her cheekbones, and the only thing he wishes was that were day.Sunlight to see her, memorize every inch of her. An image to hold her in hismemory, until he sees her again.

“I love you,” he tells her.

“Don’t forget our promise,” shesays.

“I won’t. This one last thing, andthen we’ll be together again. Forever,” he says, repeating the words they’vetold each other a thousand times over. Wrapping arms around her, and they holdeach other tightly, listening to the rain against the grass, the mud, leatherand cloak. A kiss, and then another, and truthfully, he doesn’t want to stop,but she puts a hand on his chest.

“Come back to me,” she says, “nomatter what.”

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How about a modern Sybil and Gemma cute reunion or something?

Wow, it took months to get to this I think! For @dadrunkwriting!

Sybil lay on her bed, listening to the music pounding fromher earbuds and ignoring the springs digging into her back. She didn’t usuallycare for anything coming from Orlais, but she had to admit these Les Tueursweren’t so bad.

She was halfway through the album when she heard somethingfaintly pounding. She pulled out one of the buds and squinted at the ceiling.There is was again, the sound of someone rapping on her door.

With a groan she lifted her phone to pause the music. Shenoticed several texts as she was doing so, and reached for her glasses so shecould read them.

They were all from her sister. Sybil frowned as she readthem.

I’m in town! Coming tosee you!

I’m here! Up in aminute :)

Are you home?

I can see the light,let me in!

Come on! It’s cold outhere!

More pounding sounded through her apartment, and Sybilrolled out of her bed. She padded through her apartment in bare feet andunlocked the deadlocks on the old wooden door. She tugged on the tight frame,finding her sister standing on the other side.

Gemma was bundled against the cold, a bright red peacoat pulledtight around her waist, and a checkered scarf around her neck. Long, browncurls tumbled around her shoulders, and her lips were spread in a smile. Sybilfelt frumpy next to her, in her oversized t-shirt and underwear.

“Finally!” Gemma exclaimed, stepping forward into theapartment, dragging the largest suitcase Sybil had ever seen behind her. Twomore bags were piled on the stoop behind her. Gemma swung her arms aroundSybil, pulling her close. Sybil hugged her back, shivering at the cold stillclinging to her coat. “Have you gone deaf, too?” Gemma laughed.

“I was listening to music,” Sybil mumbled. She pulled awayfrom the hug and stepped outside to grab the other bags, her toes curlingagainst the frozen cement.

Sybil shut the door behind her and turned to Gemma. Hersister was turning in a circle in the middle of the apartment, studying thestained couch, the tiny kitchen with its cracking countertops, and the barewalls. “I… thought you were going to decorate,” Gemma commented.

Sybil crossed her arms to warm up after opening her door tothe chill. “I never got around to it.”

“Well, I can help you,” Gemma said. She stopped her turningand beamed at her sister. “So, how are you?” she asked excitedly.

“Pretty much the same was when I saw you at Satinalia,”Sybil said. Gemma nodded, but her smile grew strained. Sybil glanced at thebags filling up her living room floor. “And… why are you here.”

Gemma crossed her arms and took a deep breath. “I’m… goingto medical school. I start in a week.”

Sybil’s jaw dropped. Satinalia had been plagued by argumentsbetween her parents and Gemma. They wanted her to stay in the business, take aposition that would ready her to take over some day. But Gemma had alwayswanted to be a doctor, and those conflicting interests had finally come to ahead.

And Gemma had decided to follow her own dream.

Sybil laughed, and she crossed the room to pull Gemma intoanother hug. “Fuck yeah you are!” she exclaimed. “Oh Maker… I would have killed to see mother’s face when youfinally told her!”

Gemma chuckled, though it was far less joyous than Sybil’s. “Yes,well… I’d sooner forget.”

“Oh fuck… what did they do?”

“Cut me off,” Gemma admitted with a shrug. “The word ‘ungrateful’was thrown around quite liberally.”

“Bastards,” Sybil growled. “Fucking bastards! Why can’t theysee that none of us want to take over that fucking business!? Now they’vesuccessfully driven us all away.”

“It’s ok Syby,” Gemma assured her, squeezing her shoulders. “Ihave some savings, and I’ll take loans for the rest, like everyone else. However,I do need a place to stay… at least for the time being…” She looked back aroundthe little apartment, and Sybil could almost see her struggling to keep fromwincing.

Sybil didn’t care. She knew Gemma’s tastes were finer thanher own. She’d wanted to work for the family business as little as Sybil, butshe’d enjoyed the perks nonetheless. “Of course you can stay here,” Sybil offered,ushering Gemma to sit down on the rickety couch. She approached the wall of theroom that served as the kitchen and put on a kettle to brew tea. She turnedtoward Gemma as she was preparing the drinks.

“Tell me everything.”

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Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~)

GEEZ! I love ya, @oopiejay5

1. I like my long legs

2. I like my ability to write!

3. I like my capacity for understanding

4. I like how adventurous I can be

5. I like how brave I am!

[jawsandbones]

"The sun will rise and we will try again" for fenhawke. And if I can be selfish, "I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find and impossible to forget" for whoever. I love all your writing! I want it all! <3

Ahhh! Thank you so much! I hope you like! <3

He sits on the edge of the bed,between those two posts, watching as Hawke takes off her armor. Leaving it onthe floor as she rubs her face in her hands, stretching in simple leggings, alight tunic. She makes her way towards him with a smile on her face, wedgingher way between his legs, a hand on his shoulder. The other traces the shell ofhis ear, the line of his jaw, settling underneath his chin and tilting his faceupwards. The kiss is light and sweet, and Fenris wraps his arms around herwaist. Resting his head against her belly, closing his eyes as she runs her handsthrough his hair.

She had been teasing him all day.Murmured whispers meant only for him, secretive glances, the smile that meantso much more. He was reciprocal of it, until he wasn’t. Somewhere in the midstof the day, his mood had changed. A certain melancholy he couldn’t shake, ananger he still struggled with. “I’m sorry Hawke, today I don’t think I…” hedoesn’t know quite what to say. Whatever rage, whatever else, he would neverput that on Hawke, bring it into their bedroom.

Fenris leans back, hands still onher hips, looks upwards. She brushes thumbs against his cheekbones, presses akiss to the triangle of dots on his forehead. “That’s alright,” she says as shethrows herself onto the bed, “we have tomorrow and the day after that, and theday after that.” Rolling onto her stomach, looking over her shoulder at him,feet in the air. “You’re rather stuck with me, you know.”

He smiles and joins her on thebed, and she turns to face him. Lying side by side, and she reaches out andtucks a lock of loose hair behind his ear. “Did you want to talk about it?” Hawkeasks softly. There’s concern in the line of her brow, worry in the shine of hereyes. He shakes his head as she curls fingers against his cheek.

“Okay,” she says, “I’m here if you do want totalk.” She’s shifting closer, wrapping her arms around him, pulling him intothe hug. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, closes his eyes as hebreathes her in. Light touches on his shoulder and back, through his hair,against his face. Without saying a word, she knows how to calm him, how to pullhim from what mood holds him. “I love you,” she says as she kisses the crown ofhis head.

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Don’t know if you’re doing tmi tues, if not save this for another time? What’s the best hot chocolate/hot cocoa you’ve ever had? And what’s your favorite way to prepare it?

I haven’t posted an ask, but I’m always up for questions! And I ADORE hot chocolate, so I’m all for this ask!

I really like the mix my mom makes, which her mom made too. It’s basically Nesquick, cocoa powder, powdered milk, and some sugar that you add hot water to. It’s better than store bought mixes in my opinion! Now the most satisfying cup of hot chocolate I ever had was actually while I was backpacking in Alaska. After a long day of hiking, it was amazing to boil some water and make up some hot chocolate mix, and put a mint tea bag in for a few minutes to make it minty and extra delicious!

Now, if I like to make my own hot chocolate, I’ll warm up some milk and put some Nutella in it!

[TMI Tuesday]

[jawsandbones]

We’re actually being kind of silly for once’ kiss for FenHawke? Hope you are having a great day! <3

Thank you!!! <3 I hope you have a great day as well! (✿☯‿☯✿) Bit of a modern au for this one!

She saunters up behind him, putsher hands in the pockets of his sweater. Resting her chin on his shoulder, peeringat the label he’s reading. “What the heck is a kiwano melon?” She asks, voicerumbling low. He snorts as he puts the bottle back, holding the basket in hisother hand. Walking like a penguin attached to him as they move down the aisle,Fenris reaches for something else. “The fuckis that?” She wrinkles her nose as he puts them in a bag, and then in thebasket.

“Rambutan,” he says.

“You say that like it answers myquestion,” she says. He chuckles under his breath as she hugs him tightly,nibbles at his shoulder before finally stepping away. Stretching arms above herhead (his eyes fall to the line of skin exposed by her raised shirt) as shewanders the aisle ahead of him, scratching her chin as she reads the sign overevery fruit.

“You asked me to cook for you,”he tells her, “I’m sorry it’s not going to be microwaved.” She sputters as sheturns to face him, suddenly indignant.

“Not everything I eat ismicrowaved!” She turns thoughtful, wracking her brain for an example. The smugsmile crosses his lips as the pink colors her cheeks. She makes a grunt, buriesher fists in her own pockets. Laughing as he closes the distance between them,brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. A kiss to that flushed cheek,fingers curling at the nape of her neck. He leaves her standing there as hemoves on, her fingers over her cheeks.

He doesn’t see the way the backof her neck burns scarlet, how the shell of her ears do much of the same. Hehears quickened footsteps racing to catch up with him, her arm linking withhis. “One day I’ll cook for you,” she says. “By hand. Nothing canned.”

“Mm-mmm,” is his reply, along with raised eyebrows. He accepts thelight punch against his arm, the way she moves closer as an instant apology.

“I swear it,” she says. “Eventhough your food is always going to taste better than mine.”

“I’ll teach you,” he says.

“I’m a terrible student,” she says bluntly, and he laughs in return.