Sweater weather is shipping weather.

[buckingham]

...or something like that. The winter can be cold and lonely, but if you have someone to share it with, it can be the most wonderful time of the year. This meme is pretty simple and straightforward: shippy situations for all your cold-weather needs. From the cute to the hot to the sweet to the cool, it's all here for you. Don't be shy! Get your Christmastime/holiday wonder on and tag someone completely new! It's like a gift you didn't know you wanted!


-Comment with your character. Include information and preferences. There are two sets of prompts, G-rated and R-rated, so put whichever ones you're okay with somewhere in your comments so nobody tries to give you anything you're uncomfortable with.

-Comment to other characters, using the RNG to determine the prompt. Or just wing it!

-Have fun threading out your winter love!

-Play nice and respect others.


1. Date: Just because it's cold outside doesn't mean you're stuck indoors. Go out and do something! Maybe this weather means the restaurants won't be so packed...

2. Ice Skating: Get on your feet and do some ice dancing! Hopefully, at least one of you knows what to do.

3. Playing in the Snow: It's not just for little kids. Make snow angels, snowmen, or indulge in a snowball fight! You can always warm up together afterwards.

4. Shopping: With some company, holiday shopping can be a bit more bearable. Unless, of course, one of you was dragged along against your will.

5. Baking: Cookies, cakes, pies, and candy! This is the season for making sweets, and two sets of hands are better than one. Then, enjoy your hard work.

6. Holiday Confession: Sure, it's not as traditional as a Valentine's Day confession, but telling someone you care for them around the holidays can be just as romantic.

7. Gift Giving: Show someone how much you love them by giving them a gift...or whatever it is that you picked up last minute at the gas station.

8. Warming Up: Snuggles and cuddles are the best way to get warmed up after a long day in the snow. Good thing you have your honey to give you some body heat.

9. Home for the Holidays: You haven't seen each other in a while, and you're finally

10. Mistletoe: Whether it's your first kiss or the kiss you share on your fiftieth anniversary, the mistletoe always gives you a chance.

11. Last Christmas: For whatever reason, it's your last holiday season together. Make it count!

12. Proposal: Surrounded by all your family and friends or just the two of you in front of a space heater: whatever the situation, now's the perfect time to pop that all important question.


1. Eggnog: Enjoy something a bit more grown up than just Christmas cookies. Of course, alcohol can make you more honest and more handsy.

2. A Bun in the Oven: The oven isn't the only thing that's getting turned on today. Find a new use for that whipped cream or maybe get into some foodplay.

3. Warming Up Another Way: You're just so, so cold. There's only one activity that can get your blood pumping. Maybe your life even depends on it...

4. One Blanket: The classic fanfic trope. The two of you have to share one blanket, and that kind of contact may make you want to share more.

5. Temperature Play: While heat is nice, the cool can put your senses to the test, and using a little ice or snow to liven up your love life can put your nerves and kinks to the test.

6. Dick in a Box: You couldn't think of a good enough gift, so you're offering up the gift of your lovin' instead.

7. Aphrodisiac Mistletoe: This mistletoe is a bit different than its tamer cousin. Aphrodisiac mistletoe makes whoever is under it want to fuck...hard, whether it be at your parents' house or the office Christmas party.

8. Naughty or Nice: So have you been a good boy or girl this year? If not, you'll get punished. Of course, Santa may not be able to come, so your lover will step in to dole out the "coal."

9. Reindeer Games: For your gift, you may have gotten some new "toys" you want to try out. Luckily, you have such a nice partner...

10. Just Love: Nothing kinky or overly sexy here. The two of you are inside on a cold day, and you just want to be together. Throw some logs on the fire and have a romantic evening by the fireplace. If you want to get really fancy, throw down a few furs and lay naked on them.

11. Thank You: Thank you notes for gifts are so cliche. Tell your significant other that you love your diamond ring another way.

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[feelslikequiet]

[Val Royeaux is even more splendid than usual this time of year. When the Orlesians decide to celebrate they certainly go all out--colored ribbons festooning every balcony, every eave; delicate glass and metal ornaments strung strategically to catch the light; and the masks. While the sight of masks in Val Royeaux is far from uncommon, the masks for the holiday are truly works of art.

It's traditional to give gifts for the feastday, though it's not a practice that Cullen has kept for many years. Back when he'd first earned his knighthood he'd sent small parcels to his siblings, trinkets accompanied by a few short words in a letter, but over the years duty and distance have reduced even this small gesture to his now-standard bi-annual letters (and even those are... not always assured, circumstances being what they sometimes are).

So when the conversation at Skyhold had turned to the feastday, and gifts, the Commander had thought little of it. He'd let the chatter wash over him, more focused on the latest deployment of troops to the Western Approach than what sort of scarf a certain Tevinter mage might appreciate.

Honestly, after that discussion about his hair, he's learned to tune these things out.

And yet somehow he's found himself dragged along--forcibly, at times--to Val Royeaux. The best shopping to be found anywhere in civilized Thedas, Leliana has assured them. She and Josephine have currently disappeared into some manner of shop along with a bewildered Cassandra, leaving the Commander and the Inquisitor alone on the street for the moment.

Maker protect you, Seeker, he thinks.

And me, while He's at it.]

[daharel]

[On a good day, Lilwyn is angry at all of Val Royeaux. The nobles who wear gilded masks to hide their empty heads, the scheming over lands that don't belong to them, the blood shed and the earth torn in the Dales as they call it theirs. She hates how she has to struggle to be seen and heard, how merchants ignore her when she has a heavy purse to spend.

But there are some elven merchants and dwarven ones, and the shemlen have begun to recognize the Inquisition's banner. Though she knows they talk to her like an errand runner. Even now... watching her walk beside the commander of the Inquisition's army...

It's almost funny.]

They think I'm your servant.

[She says it quietly.

For once, she's glad for it. To be invisible and anonymous. All this celebrating and gift giving is foreign to her. Another show of excess. Gifts weren't uncommon among the Dalish. Even among her Inner Circle, she's given plenty of gifts. Weapons and armor she's helped fashion, though, thinking about it, it's likely none of them know she did it. That's never mattered, really.

...Though something makes her slow and look around -- a heavenly smell from one of the shops.]

[feelslikequiet]

Then they're bigger fools than I'd previously thought.

[It shouldn't come as a surprise, the Orlesians immediately reducing the Inquisitor to a servant in their own minds, though that doesn't stop it from being both cruel and almost hilariously wrong. If they knew, these people passing them by, how much she'd already done for them--how hard she was still fighting--

But they don't, or at least most of them don't, and the Inquisitor doesn't appear to be of a mind to fight the misperception right now. Cullen shakes his head as he catches a couple of masked people nearby eyeing them. A pointed finger.

He turns back to the Inquisitor with a sigh.]

I think I'd rather be facing giant spiders, truth be told.

[He catches the scent only seconds after she does.]

What is that?

[daharel]

Dragons. I'd prefer dragons to this.

[Val Royeaux. There was a reason she tried to always send Josephine to do errands here when they needed to be done. But, no. This time, she and Leliana had insisted the Inquisitor be here. Only to abandon her and the commander.

Still, worse company was possible.

And she... even smiles. Just a little. At his question.]

I was about to ask you. Most things in cities like this aren't something I know.

[After all, she couldn't even read the notices posted to the wall. Not that she didn't have good ways of finding out what they said anyway. But reading had never been something she'd really been worried about among her clan.

What use did a hunter have for it?]

[feelslikequiet]

[Encouraged by her smile, he offers a small one of his own. It's easier to ignore the crowds around them, the uncomfortable situation they're in, when he makes an effort to focus just on her. A familiar face among vultures.]

If you're looking to me to explain Orlais, I fear you're bound to be disappointed, Inquisitor. I grew up in Ferelden, and even Kirkwall was an entirely different beast than Val Royeaux.

[Still... cinnamon. Vanilla.

He turns, scanning the row of shops nearby before pinpointing the most likely source of the aroma. With a little nod of his head he gestures for the Inquisitor to follow and then sets off for what turns out to be a bakery. Or, more to the point, a pastry shop. A quick glance inside reveals row upon row of all different sorts of amazing little confections.]

Sweets. Shall we take our chances in here, or wait for Josephine and Leliana to return?

[daharel]

I've spent most of my life avoiding shemlen.

[So, really, he at least understands this society better than her. Even if he doesn't really get Orlais. She definitely doesn't either. The "Game" she can partially understand. It's strange, but it's not outside her experiences entirely. Like the games the Creators used to play with one another, the posturing and careful decisions. All the stories she knew of Fen'Harel were what she drew on when Josephine told her to choose her words carefully around those here.

But she answers his question for him by putting a hand lightly on his arm and going into the shop. The smell's too interesting, especially since by his reply, it's all edible. One of the girls working there gives her a look from under the mask, but an uncovered platter with other pieces clearly missing must be a sample, right? That has to be what the sign says.

Not that she can read it. But by assumption...]

Like this... feast... that's coming. [If these people don't want to acknowledge her most of the time, she won't acknowledge them. She'll talk to Cullen like he's the only person there.] Should I be buying gifts?