The Sourdough Starter's Name Is Bob :D

The sourdough starter's name is Bob :D

Could a sourdough starter be considered a wizard familiar? I think my slime child deserves it. He's licensed.

hmm technically it probably counts as having millions of familiars... 🤔 your taxes this year will be astronomical

Wizard tip: if you put a spoonful of sourdough discard into your brownie batter it might become a bit magical

Finding out that somebody online is also from Aotearoa is a terrifying experience, because we're all only two degrees of separation away from each other in this fuckin country and that is far too high of a probability of a random person on the internet who sees me posting fanfiction knowing my parents irl.

happy dadwc friday! I see some Cousland/Nathaniel (beloveds) + a prompt: Finding a letter they weren't meant to see

happy writing!

-inquisimer

I was really hoping someone would use that pairing!

this one made me all warm and fuzzy inside :)

for @dadrunkwriting

The heavy door couldn't slam hard enough as Elissa sought refuge in her simply adorned room. As much as she respected her fellow Wardens, sometimes she needed to get away from them so she could breathe. That night, she was especially tired of Anders's cockiness and had very nearly decked the mage in the face.

Instead, she retreated to her sanctuary so she could decompress in peace. She sat at her small writing desk and looked over her unfinished reports and correspondence, looking for a letter she'd been writing to Zevran. Her friend was much more experienced in the world of romance than she could ever hope to be, and she was hoping to get his advice.

She had no idea how to flirt with anyone. Her past attempts had not ended well, and once nearly resulted in a duel over a perceived insult. How could she possibly convey her interest in someone without it coming across as insulting? Especially when the object of her affection was the absolute last person she should be pining after.

But where was her letter? She remembered working on it earlier that day, around the same time she finished a patrol report Nathaniel had been asking for. As she sorted through the papers on her desk, her heart sank into her stomach. The finished report was still on her desk. Then what had she given Nathaniel...?

Her chair fell backwards from her haste as she sprinted for the door and tore down the hall, hoping it wasn't too late. "Maker, please don't let him have read it," she prayed desperately. She flung open his door, but he was already reading her letter, his forehead creased.

"I'm sorry!" Panic bubbled inside her at the look on his face. "I didn't realize I grabbed the wrong letter. Nathaniel, please, I... I don't want to offend you, or--"

"Is this true?" he demanded, finally looking at her.

"What?"

"Is this true?" he repeated, waving her letter at her.

She hesitated. Aside from his scrunched brow, he showed no indication of what he might be feeling.

After taking a fortifying breath, Elissa decided honesty was probably best. "It's true. I just... I'm awful at these things, and I thought Zev--"

He crossed the floor in three steps and silenced her by crushing his mouth to hers. His hands rested at the small of her back, her letter crumpled between his hand and her body. When they separated, he looked down at her with a small smile but didn't pull away.

"The feeling is mutual," he murmured.

Emma D'Arcy as Romeo in ‘Romeo and Juliet’.

Happy DADWC Day! How does "not knowing how to handle being accepted by someone for the first time" from the Angsty Found Family Prompts sound for Morrigan & Tabris?

Had a lot of fun with this one! Thanks for the prompt! Mara is Going Through It and, much to Morrigan's surprise, spiders is the least of her concerns. @dadrunkwriting

Morrigan & Mara Tabris

Pastries and Giant Spiders 648 words

“I must warn you warden, some find my particular strain of magic to be…unsettling.”

Mara shrugged and took a massive bite of the stale pastry. “Its magic, as far as I know its all weird stuff. Somebody just waggles their fingers and boom, suddenly fire.”

Morrigan’s brow furrowed, eyes drawn to Mara’s nose where a glob of icing had attached itself. “You truly know that little of magic? Hmm, perhaps it would be for the best for me to demonstrate. I would not want you to get surprised by it in combat.”

Mara waved her off. “Sure, sure go ahead.”

Morrigan’s entire body contorted, and Mara could hear the soft popping of ligaments and cracks of bones refitting themselves to a hard exoskeleton. The spider- or rather Morrigan- scuttled around for a few moments before shifting back, flesh and bone refitting it to a form once again human.

Morrigan smiled, a wolf showing her teeth. “You can perhaps now see why I this is something I would want to discuss beforehand. I have found that many think it unsettling to say the least and frightening to say the most.”

Mara’s tongue worked its way over and between her teeth as she tried to get at a bit of pastry that had gotten stuck there, jaw moving to the side. “Well, I’m glad you did let me know beforehand. Would have been awkward if I stabbed you thinking that darkspawn had somehow tamed giant spiders.”

“You are taking this quite well,” Morrigan said with a raised eyebrow and disbelieving tone.

Mara looked up at her from her pastry, half gone now but having shed powdered sugar all over her legs. “Why? Do you want me to be upset?”

“It is not that. Rather-,”

“I mean, I can run around and scream for a bit, but I’d rather just eat this pastry if I’m being honest. Even if it is stale…and hopefully not a little mouldy.”

Morrigan straightened, her head tilted and blinking quickly. She looked rather like some kind of ungainly bird, not quite chick but not quite fledged. “It is just… when I was a child I would sneak away and would find children from the village playing at the edge of the forest. And I would go up to play, and thinking it the most normal thing in the world, would transform. Only to find them running off screaming and calling me a monster.”

“I don’t mind spiders so much personally. As a kid I once captured three spiders in a jar to keep as pet and named them after my cousins. Shiani did eat the other two but they were all chill to me when they were alive.”

“It is just-”

Mara took the last bite of the pastry and stood up, not even bothering to dust off the sugar granules from her hand as she placed it solemnly on Morrigan’s shoulder. Even as she did, her posture grave, her voice was a shaking laugh. “Look, Morrigan. This doesn’t even rank in the top ten craziest things that have happened to me in the last month. And if I’m being honest, next to the fact that I now need to go on fucking quest to save the fucking world, its small potato. I honestly couldn’t give a rats ass if you can turn into a giant spider. Like, its a bit spooky, not gonna lie. But that is kinda just your whole thing. So just take it as a win that you’re doing a good job at being a bit creepy and we’ll just move on with our journey yeah?”

“Right, yes of course warden.”

“Oh maker don’t remind me. Just Mara. Please,” and she wandered off, leaving the witch behind her confused and with the outline of a hand in white sugar on her shoulder. “Fuck that pastry was good,” exclaimed the warden, to nobody in particular.

And no. Long fanfics don't count as books!