#strandsofnehn

[hauntthebodies]

Hi!! Can we get ROs reaction to MC running and leaping into their arms??? And WHAT IF the RO was holding a drink/coffee 👀

Aman

Aman's eyes widened as you barreled towards him, coffee held firmly in one hand. His eyes darted around, hoping to find somewhere to set the drink down before you could reach him. The panicked expression caused a laugh to bubble up, rushing and throwing yourself at him before he had any more time to think.

Almost effortlessly, you were caught, one arm tightening around your torso as he moved his other arm away, still clutching the coffee as he let out an exasperated laugh. "That would have sucked if it spilled on either of us." He muttered, but his tone was teasing as he tilted his head towards you.

Your arms had found their way around his neck, keeping you up as you grinned at him, "Maybe put it down next time then." Your words teasing as your fingers played with the hair near his neck, the action causing his skin to warm.

"Oh, next time?" His voice was playful as he shifted his weight, getting a better hold onto you, "What if I didn't catch you?"

"Then you would be a horrible friend." You spoke, your dry tone causing him to snicker.

Avery

Avery's brow raises as they see you running towards them, body tensing in anticipation. You couldn't help but giggle at the grimace they wore, far too familiar of an expression for them. They said nothing as you approached, their expression hardening as you launch yourself at them.

They do not catch you, not really. At the last moment you watch them step to the side, your eyes widening as the ground comes towards you, but you never reach it, Avery's grip on your shirt keeping you from colliding into the cement.

"Seriously," You gasp, righting yourself and pulling away from their grip as you gaped at them, "You side stepped me?"

A sardonic smile graces their lips as they regard you, teeth glinting, "Don't ever fucking try that again." Is all the warning you are given before they make their exit.

Sloan

"Oh no," The words leave their voice in a rush of air, expression owlish as they take a step back when they see you race towards them. "You know this is going to end with both of us on the ground right!?" Their voice rose, but the amusement was clear as they dropped the drink in their hand.

Their words brought a grin to your face, picking up speed as they cursed under their breath before widening their arms, acceptance clear on their face. As you jumped at them, they wrapped their arms around you, but the force and momentum forces them back onto the ground with you on top of them.

Their laughter broke through the air and you joined in, shifting so you weren't putting too much weight on them, but staying where you were, a pleased grin on your face as you noticed their wild blush.

"What did I say?" They asked rhetorically as they pushed their hair out of their face, clearly amused by your actions.

"Yes, well," You smile, shimmying a bit and relishing in the way their blush deepened, "You made for a very comfortable landing pad."

Mason

With the way he was smiling, you guessed he understood your plan, dipping low and placing their drink on the floor before you could fully launch yourself at him. A laugh broke through the air as he caught you, arms tightening to keep you lifted as you mirrored his smile.

"Well look at that," He teases as you wrap your legs around his waist, "Seems I caught an angel."

A snort left you, shaking your head as you gave him an amused look, "Are you in the habit of catching angels?" Your tone was sarcastic but not bitter as you leaned into the comfort of Mason's arms around you, "Or am I a special case?"

Mason smiled, giving you a look of adoration as he spoke, "You've always been special."

Carson

"Don't you dare," his words seem to come the moment you stepped in his direction, eyes squinting at you incredulously. As you gained distance, Carson tossed his glass haphazardly onto the counter nearby, sighing as he watched the drink spillover.

His attention on the spill was short-lived as you made it to him, jumping into his arms with a wicked grin. He caught you, though the weight made the both of you stumble before he regained his footing, a small grunt of surprise leaving his lips.

"You never listen, " He chastises, but his words are gentle as he looks over you, blue eyes taking in your features as you let out a quiet chuckle, "Mm, yes I'm sure that's amusing for you." He griped, but his tone was hardly annoyed.

"Always." You agreed, smile widening as he scoffed at your answer, shaking his head despite his own amusement, "Are you surprised?"

"With you? Never."

Charlie

Her expression is one of panic as you race towards her, a deer in headlights as you run towards her. The grip on her drink tightened, so much the plastic cup broke under the force. A string of swears left her lips at the surprise, tossing the cup to the side before focusing all of her attention on your approaching form.

As you jumped into her arms, she tried to catch you, the both of you holding onto each other as you straightened yourself, just barely stopping yourself from toppling over and taking her down with you. She gave a small laugh of disbelief, her arms around you tightening, "Oh that could have ended so badly," She jokes, but the relief in her voice is palpable.

"You still caught me," You assured, her laughter causing your heart to squeeze.

"Dear, I think we caught each other."

[arthoure]

Hi!! I’ve followed you for a while and I enjoy you. That’s first. Second! I love your writing and I was just interested in knowing if you’re working on anything now that may be available for reading somewhere?? I wanna support you as your writing blesses my eyeballs and imaginings so, I thought I’d ask!! Hoping that you’re doing well and feeling good

Well I certainly feel good NOW 🥺. Thank you so much!! I'm working on Several Things at the moment but one has to do with @vowtogether 's mysterious posts about the city called Longsummer. There should be more news on that later this week and there will definitely be a way to support me! I'll be reblogging all the info here :)

I hope you're doing well too!

[intimidatingpuffinstudios]

Hi! Just a heads up that both of the sharing a bed with Morkai and Straasa options don’t work. It makes everything freeze and you have to reload. Everything is adorable and wonderful though so I’m not even mad, just wanted you to know! (Poor Straasa. Morkai’s turned the EYES on him) 😍🥰😘

Thanks for reporting the issue! Everything should play correctly now! AND Y E S, THIS SCENE IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES SO FAR!!!!

FINALLY GETTING TO SEE THE BOYS TURN THE HEAT ON EACH OTHER TOO, AND NOT JUST THE MC!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[justanartsysideblog]

Duuuuuude I wanna see what you’d look like in Feynites Elvhenan. Lemme see the FASHION.

Weeeellll ok! Here’s some Ancient Elvhenan Cinn! XD

[katharaya]

Your recent Asra fic (synonyms for things unsaid) was stunning and inspired me with the “bed you used to share” line to write my own fic called “my side of the bed,” on AOO. No pressure to check it out, just wanted you to know that your writing is beautiful and I loved your formatting/style of it. (The parenthesis are fab I love it) looking forward to reading more of whatever it is you choose to write!! :)

Oh gosh, thank you!!!!!! I’m glad you liked it (and my writing in general aaaahhh you’re so sweet thank you thank you thank you!!!) Also I am sh o o kt that someone not only picked up on that one throwaway line (tbh I made myself sad when I wrote it and I wanted to expand on it a bit more but it just didn’t fit the flow of the story *cries*) BUT ALSO got inspired enough to write a fic about it!!! It’s a lovely fic btw go check it out guys!! :D

Anyway this is me also taking the opportunity to air out my headcanon that (assuming Asra and the apprentice were in a relationship before Stuff happens) they used to share a bed and now Asra’s basically been relegated to sleeping on the couch so like. How does he feel about that. Does he still subconsciously reach for them before he’s fully awake only to realize he’s alone? Does he worry if they’re having a nightmare and he’s not there to comfort them??? These are important questions Arcana fandom please discuss

[feynites]

Let's do... hair washing! With solavellan. (Why is bald Solas good at hair washing? Idk.) or actually. Idk Pride and Lavellan would be super cute too. Let there be cuteness

(Okay, okay, so, some preamble - normally I don’t specify stuff about Lavellan’s appearance very much, but my default Lavellan has next-to-know hair, and the idea of her and Solas engaging in hair washing under those circumstances... well... it led to this?)

After two days of slogging through the Western Approach, in an excessive heatwave that scorched up a day after they arrived, she’s beginning to feel like a piece of over-cooked meat.

It was supposed to be a relatively short trip, a stop-off along the road to Val Royeaux, to check in with some scouts and investigate some rumours. Nothing they would have have ordinarily handled, in fact, unless they were just passing through. But then the rumours had turned up evidence of a merchant group having gone astray of some local wildlife, and some digging had revealed their grim fate, and. Well. It wouldn’t do to just leave the bodies where they were lying, to be torn further apart by scavengers. But tracking down the remains was grim, tiring work, and then the heat had struck.

And now she’s glad to be leaving, all things said and done. And actually looking forward to their next stop over in Val Foret, where they can resupply, and rest, and bathe. She hadn’t packed for a full slog through the sweltering heat, hadn’t brought enough skin cream and salves, and she’s sweated through every piece of clothing she has, there’s grit in places where no grit should be, and oh, what she wouldn’t give for a decent camp. A shaded aravel, near to a cold stream, with a roof made to keep the air circulating, and jugs of infused water of the kind the hahrens always swear by.

Everything itches.

Her companions aren’t much better off. The bridge of Blackwall’s nose is a swipe of painful red, and so are the tops of his cheeks. Cole is all but melting beneath his hat. And even Solas seems to have miscalculated his usual spells and measures, if the shining burn on his scalp is anything to go by.

They manage to make it to Val Foret before nightfall, but only just. Little conversation is had, and thankfully, the innkeeper only seems to recognize them as ‘Inquisition people’, and not the Inquisitor; and it’s easy enough not to illuminate the matter more for him. She lets the man gauge them a little, for the sake of procuring some easy reliefs. The inn itself still feels too stuffy, rigid and confined, but a few extra coins gets them two rooms and two baths, some fresh food, jugs of the local wine, and at her request, a bundle of clean wash cloths, and a pitcher of milk.

She takes one room and one bath with Solas, though Solas, in his strangely fussy way, insists on changing out the bath water between baths - even when she lets him wash first. The four of them all take turns eating and washing and keeping one eye out for trouble, which has a habit of finding them even in ‘safe’ locales. But it’s a quiet night. The other occupants of the inn are merchants, most of them older and set in their routines, and no one seems keen to ask them a lot of questions.

When she finally feels like she can move without itching again, then, she takes a moment to watch Solas as he weaves a tired healing spell over his scalp. Trying to soothe the furious red that’s taken it over. It recedes, but she can tell - he’s tired, and the magic is finicky. Burns often are. Solas himself once told her that they have a way of making skin ‘forget’ what it’s supposed to be like, worse than most wounds do, and that’s why they scar.

It’s an interesting concept. Tied in with all the matters of magic and memory, too, and she supposes Solas doesn’t look at the top of his own head often enough to easily recollect what the skin should be like, either.

She waits until Blackwall has wandered out to the stables, and Cole has disappeared into the inn’s kitchens, before she rests a hand on Solas’ shoulder.

“Need some help?” she asks.

He sighs, and relents. Rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“I suspect I need rest, in fact,” he admits. “That would restore my reserves. But I do not know how well I will sleep, with my head burning all night.”

“I have something for it, if you’re willing to try,” she tells him. Her own skin is still cracked, knuckles flaking and fingers split open so badly they’ve bled in places; but the bath helped, and the very last of her salves have been soaked into her skin, and in the morning, she thinks, she’ll feel better.

Solas blinks, but after a moment, inclines his head.

He follows her back upstairs, and into their room. Settles easily into the chair she directs him to, and only raises his brows when she brings over the pitcher of milk and a clean face cloth.

“My keeper used to do this for me, when I was younger,” she explains. “I hated wearing things on my head. Summers in the Marches can get hot, especially where we used to roam, back in those days. I came back from a lot of hunts with my scalp paying the price for being under the sun all day.”

Solas offers her a sympathetic grimace, as she soaks the cloth into the milk. She gives it a squeeze, to keep it from dripping, and then gently settles it onto his head. The cool probably helps more than anything, at first. Solas sighs, and looks a little silly, with a milk-soaked cloth on his head. But he also sags in relief, and that is much more important, she thinks.

“Milk?” he asks.

“Mmhm,” she confirms. “Halla milk works better. Sometimes with some melted honey in it, too, if we could spare it. It soothes; maybe enough to let you get a decent night’s rest.”

Solas leans back against the chair, nodding just a little. And then he frowns at her own head, in turn.

“What about you?” he asks.

As if on cue, her own scalp itches. But she waves it off.

“I tended to it in the bath,” she tells him. “It should be alright enough.”

“There is plenty of milk,” Solas counters. “And I would hate to be the only one sitting here with a soaked towel on their head.”

She chuckles, at that. And at the little smile that comes over him, and makes his eyes look lighter.

“Give me a hand?” she suggests.

“Of course,” he agrees, and straightens back up again. She settles down onto the floor in front of his chair for a moment, so that he can reach. His thigh is warm beneath her arm, the thin leggings and light tunic he’s wearing not doing much to separate her from the feel of his skin beneath them. Both articles of clothing are worn down, nearly threadbare.

Solas’ touch is light, and deft, as he brushes a hand over her head, before squeezing the extra moisture from a second cloth, and settling it over her scalp.

It’s cool, and soothing, and she suspects she might have needed that more than she realized, as some of the tension bleeds out of her shoulders.

She slumps against his legs with a sigh.

“I’m glad we didn’t bring Dorian or Vivenne,” she says.

Solas chuckles, and flicks a finger playfully against the edge of his milk-cloth.

“No? I think it is a shame. Perhaps we could have started a new trend,” he counters.

She smiles.

[lillotte17]

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[acourtofheadcanonsandfanfic-blog]

Title :: To Fulfill a Promise. by StrandsofNehn

Word count :: 1,126

Chapters :: 1/1

Rating :: General Audiences

Relationships :: Nesta/Cassian

Characters :: Elain, Nesta, Cassian

Additional Tags :: post acomaf, Nesta puts on Illyrian leathers., Nesta POV, hints at nessian, mentions of feyre, mentions of azriel, "whore" being Ianthe

Language :: English

Summary ::  I recently read A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J. Maas. Yup. It was amazing, and here is my tribute. Nesta is my absolute favorite. Or you know- one of them. This is when the claws come out for her post ACOMAF as I picture it. All characters are copyright of Maas.