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There is a third option, tho - the one where you attempt to redeem him, realize he’s a literal evil trashbag and have your heart and willpower crushed, and find a way to go on somehow and deal with that. Do I think that’s likely? I mean, I wouldnt put it past them, and its the only option where everyone stays in character, but... something tells me its not likely.

I do have a character I made for a potential Lucio route, and this third option (if redemption is not available) would make sense with him.

On the other other hand, I think a redemption arc is not out of consideration. It’s mentioned several times that Lucio’s strings are possibly being pulled by another, darker force - who’s to say how far back that corruption goes?

... and even a trashbag person is managable, if they arent, like, left to run a country. the real issue with Lucio’s selfishness is more related to how he leads (or didnt lead), i think if he was truly humbled and forced into a situation outside of that, it would change him drastically.

Either way I 100% agree that i dont want an evil MC arc :/ thats just honestly bad storytelling, kind of flat and unenjoyable. i want SOME kind of change and positive movement, either in lucio or the mc themselves.

re: lucio’s route

alright, so, here’s an opinion for you:

i don’t want to play a villain route

i’m sorry, i don’t. i’ve seen a lot of people in the fandom stating they want a villain route played straight where mc and lucio basically become an Evil Powercouple and uhhh i’m gonna keep it real with you chief, im not here for it

so because i havent really seen anything like this in the fandom yet im gonna lay out why i personally would not be the slightest bit interested in a villainous mc/lucio route–note that im not interested in turning this into a debate; if you disagree with me please don’t waste your time trying to engage me and move along 

anyway, so basically, im not saying im completely averse to a villainous route, but from what i’ve seen in this fandom, basically what a “villainous route” amounts to with most of y’all is lucio just being just evil for the sake of being evil and the mc going along with it and i for the fucking life of me can’t understand why this sentiment is so popular

so, let me lay out my concerns, cut for Big Length bc i have no self-control:

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Support and Validate Lance Mcclain 2k17

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Look at me in the eyes and tell me this isn’t what happened, they totally cropped out photobomb Chris afterward

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I love pulp and camp art (and writing!) and Dragon Age is ripe for the treatment.  I tried to include everyone, and I wanted to hit three of the major genres- Detective stories, Adventure stories, and Men’s interest.

As a note- Originally, in the third image, Josie was the damsel in distress, but my husband argued against what he called her “debasement” and campaigned for Dorian to take her place on the grounds of him being a more attractive storytelling target (”it’s also more like Dorian to be bound,” says he).  That argument worked for me, and here we are.

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BLACKWALL/CADASH all da fluff maybe throw Cole in there somehow, idk he's my fav so: GO!

“He thinks about you naked a lot,” said a voice behind her ear, suddenly, and Raye just barely didn’t shriek. Barely. 

“That’s nice,” she said, her voice high-pitched and kind of squeaky. “Who are we talking about, now?”

(Not that she didn’t have an inkling. Maybe it was a hope. I mean, he liked her, right? That was the point? But if she just assumed and Cole was talking about someone else...)

“But not in the normal ways,” Cole said instead, wandering around to perch up on the low wall ahead of her. “Though - he does that, too. But that doesn’t hurt to think about, so I don’t see it.” He tips his head to the side, the hat swaying, and kicks his feet. “Not like most people, that.”

Raye swallows down a swell of fear and steps closer. “Does that mean....? Cole.” She hops up on the wall next to him. “What does he think about that hurts?”

He stares out into the horizon. “He thinks about you naked, in his bed, with the morning light falling on your face. It hurts him, feels like something heavy in his chest, the thought of something so beautiful and so desperately wanted. He sees you with your head on his shoulder, legs tucked up over his lap, walking your fingers along his chest and talking about everything and nothing. The sex is easy,” Cole says, veering right into it, “what hurts is everything after, and before. When he can’t hide behind words and actions that transcend time. When he has to feel, to think about what’s growing in his heart and scared of how easily it might be lost. Scared of getting used to it, of craving it, of wanting things he shouldn’t, like your name in his and your smile every morning and certainty. He is afraid of wanting to be certain.”

Raye swallows. “W-why... why are you telling me this?”

Now Cole tips his head, so she can see the smile under his hat. “Because you’re the only one who can fix it,” he murmurs. “And because I’ve seen the same fear in you, too. You can do anything,” he says with a childlike faith and assurance. “You have nothing to be afraid of.”

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from @tech-and-tea-leaves

They were going to be the stupid, idiotic death of him.

It really wasn’t enough, was it? That the sexy hipster goth nerd (okay, maybe Anders was bad at labels) was... well... sexy, and there, hanging out in the back of half of his classes looking bored and unfairly attractive and it was just rude, okay? 

And then he had to go and get more piercings. On his face. On the parts of his face that Anders would very much like pressed against his own face.

Hawke, for his part, started laughing when Anders told him. “Oh, Anders,” he said, slinging an arm around his friend’s shoulders. “I would say just ask him out already, but I am way too entertained by your tragic failure of a love story.”

“Hey, I wouldn’t write them off as failure just yet,” Varric cut in with (traitor!), though at least he seemed to be arguing for rather than against. “But I do agree, it’s just getting interesting. We need at least another few months of decadent pining and awkward accidents.” (Never mind. Bastard.)

Which was how Anders ended up here, swallowing down what felt like an entire snake basket of nerves (smilies - not his strong suit either), waiting for Broody to notice him. (It was what Varric called him. He and Hawke both knew more about him combined than Anders did, because they weren’t nervous wrecks, and because they were shitty friends who thought his inability to say anything was hilarious.)

The elf in question looked up, finally, and raised an eyebrow.

“Um, hi,” Anders said, then coughed. Wow, this isn’t a bit awkward!

“Hello?” Broody clearly didn’t know how to respond to this.

Anders considered just turning around and running away. It would be much more comfortable, and his crush object would likely write it off and within days will have forgotten it entirely. But then he thought of Hawke’s face, saying ‘failure’, and Varric, with his insistence that it would be months before Anders could do anything.

They were wrong. He could do anything.

“This must seem strange, I know,” he pushed out of his mouth in a frantic rush. “But I really like you, and I want to get to know you better, I mean, as more than just ‘that hot guy in the back of class’, and I was thinking maybe, if you weren’t opposed, we could get coffee sometime?” His voice squeaked on the last word. “O-or lunch, or, whatever you like. It’s just, I don’t have a lot of friends, and you seem like....” he trailed off, trying to think of a way to end this that wasn’t completely lame. “...Like someone I would like to know better.”

Throughout all of this, the elf had just stared at him with this unreadable expression on his face - terrifying, actually, since he did have a bit of a resting bitchface and this was definitely the most Anders had ever said to him. 

“Okay,” he said, quietly, the movement of his mouth setting a glint of light over those twin gold points in his lower lip. (They framed his tattoos, Anders thought with wonder. I never noticed that before. It’s - Maker, it’s lovely.)

Wait, what?

“You... really??”

Those lips curved up on one side. “Really really.” His green eyes seemed to sparkle with genuine amusement. “Fenris, by the way.”

“Huh?” Anders blinked at him, still sort of dazed by his general existence. 

“My name is Fenris.”

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Sampson/Calpernia: The enemy of my enemy is my friend >:D

idk about enemy of my enemy but here u go! also not very shippy bc i suck

“That’s disgusting,” he says, and means it.

Samson is a man of principles. She sees this, and sees much of herself in his constant quest to prove his worth. But for long enough, what she does not see is what lies beyond it, the meaning to his inslakeable thirst. Until she meets his enchanter. His, in the words of the Knight-Captain, ‘pet tranquil’.

She goes because she cannot abide the thought of anyone held against their will.

“We were all slaves,” he says, as he calmly and thoughtfully - no, carefully - folds red lyrium into a vambrace. “The only difference was that the templars had a longer leash. But, a much more dangerous one. Can you pass me those calipers?”

She does, still waiting for the punchline.

“They made me Tranquil for what I did, but his punishment was far worse. They made their dogs need their leashes, and then cut one free and kicked it to the curb. We were all slaves,” he repeats, “but he has suffered more for it than anyone ever should. Can you take these to him?” he changes the subject without changing his tone, and Calpernia nods, dazed. She has never thought - never considered - that slavery can take so many forms.

We will show them, she thinks. We will show them all what freedom can accomplish.

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So, to the palette meme!

Isabela in 21 for this guy.

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7, 11, 17, 25, 98

oh dear god

Hawke, Solas, Cass, Leliana, and since there is no 98 i’m gonna go with 9/8 which is Bethany/Dagna BRACE YOURSELVES

--

This was not happening.

This was so not happening.

Ugh, this was happening.

“Bethany?” Hawke’s voice cracks on the word, but in his defense Varric called him up here to meet the Inquisitor, not his fucking sister.

Varric who, by the way, is hurting himself laughing.

“This isn’t funny, Varric!” he yells.

“It’s a little bit funny,” Bethany says, trying to keep her own laughter in. “I’m sorry, big brother. It’s just - they don’t know I’m, well, me, and Leliana said we ought to keep it that way.”

“Who?”

Oh, for - “Leliana. Sister Nightingale? We met her at Chateau Haine?”

Hawke sniffs. “I prefer to think of that entire debacle as little as possible, thanks.”

“Don’t get snippy just because Tallis made you hit on Lord Cyril.” (Tactfully, no one brought up that Hawke had gone through with it all on his own. They liked their limbs intact.)

“Anyway!” Hawke snaps. “Leaving aside why and how my sister ended up endangering her life at the behest of some Inquisition--” (“It’s not like I chose this,” she reminds him, to which he snaps, “I know!”) “--I really don’t know what you want me to say about Corypheus that you don’t already know.”

“Your friend in the Wardens,” Varric prompts, and they get back on track.

-

On the way to Crestwood, she tells them. Not necessarily because she wants to, or because Cassandra is the closest thing she’s ever had to a best friend (and she doesn’t have a crush on her - really, she doesn’t! Oh, hell) but because she’s aware of her limits when it comes to keeping up a lie, and with her brother around - it’s not happening.

Solas shrugs like it doesn’t matter, or perhaps he had some idea already. It’s not as if it changes anything for him, except perhaps explaining how she could be so ignorant of core principles of magic (and willing to accept new and unconventional ideas. She’s not married to circle life, though she liked it while it lasted - she has an apostate’s soul, under all that).

Cass, though - Cassandra falls quiet, and Bethany is terrified for a while until she hears a hissed argument taking place from behind them, where Cassandra has fallen back to walk with Varric. Apparently, she isn’t holding any of this deception against Bethany - it’s all Varric’s fault, apparently, continuing their old and familiar argument about how little Varric tells her. (Bethany might still have a tiny crush on Cassandra, but it’s completely dwarfed - pun not intended - by how much she wants those two to get together already.) So that, at least, will sort itself out.

But there’s one other person that Bethany kind of, really, wants to tell.

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“Hello,” the new arcanist says, and Bethany looks down with surprise. Is that... a dwarf? A dwarf who studies magic?

Maker, she’s adorable. Like, Lace Harding adorable but without all the ‘you grew up around Redcliffe and I think we knew each other as kids but I have to pretend I don’t know you’ stuff. And she’s so interested in the Anchor, and magic, and - 

--

They get back from Crestwood and Bethany slips off down to the Undercroft, before anyoneneeds her to make decisions, or, anything else leader-y and Inquisitor-ish that Bethany has never, ever wanted. She finds Dagna humming and making notes in the margins of a massive tome from Skyhold’s library, curled up on the balcony overlooking the snowfall. Bethany moves close, folds up crosslegged until their knees touch. Dagna’s head jerks up, and she smiles.

“Inquisitor. What can I do for you?” 

“Well,” Bethany starts, licking her lips. “There’s something I have to tell you...”

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Multiples of 4 for DA ask!

THATS TOO MANY MATHS (i went with 100 for each character because i am weak, bye)

4, 8 - The Iron Bull, Dagna

“Oh! Don’t worry, I know exactly what you’re talking about.”

Bull stopped, an eyebrow climbing his face. “You... do.”

“Yeah!” The little dwarf gave him a full-face grin. “Come on, did you really think you were the only one who thought of enchanting sex toys? Please.”

Well, she had a point.

“Anyway, it’s for Krem, isn’t it? I’m going to need to take measurements.”

“This is supposed to be a surprise.”

Dagna gestures him quiet with a slightly manic gleam in her eye. “Oh, don’t worry, it will be. I know exactly how to go about this.”

Bull decided, then and there, that he was going to make a concerted effort to remain on their arcanist’s good side. Nothing could possibly be worth trying to go up against that sort of deviousness.

It was worth it, though, to see the look on Krem’s face when he opened his birthday gift. (Later, he would laugh, punch Bull in the arm and say something about how friends shouldn’t get friends sex toys, it might give the wrong impression - but they both knew it wasn’t about that. Getting Krem a strap-on without straps, enchanted to stay in place, to look and behave and feel right - that had nothing to do with sex at all.)

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12, 16 - Josephine, Blackwall (maker i don’t ship this i’m sorry)

It was embarrassing, that’s what it was. He was out of practice, for starters, but after a conversation about his beard (she liked it, which should have been obvious) it occurred to him that he didn’t really have the sort of experience that would make this any easier. Maker, there was nothing for it. He’d have to ask.

The Ambassador smiled the slyest of grins and leaned back in her chair, fingers steepling. “Am I to assume this has something to do with our dear Inquisitor Cadash?”

You’re damn right it does, Blackwall thought, somewhere between embarrassed and bold, wanting the world to know that he belonged to the little lady but still not entirely sure he deserved it. “That would be a fair assumption,” he mutters, gruffly.

Josephine hides a laugh behind a hand. “I am not an expert in dwarven customs by any means, and there is the matter of her surface origins. One cannot assume that she assigns any particular cultural significance to the norms of, say, Orzammar.”

“Are you going to help or not?” he ground out.

“And,” Josephine continued, as if he hadn’t spoken, “perhaps it might be more expedient to simply ask for her opinion on the matter. She is, after all, in the best position to know what is and isn’t appropriate.”

Never mind, Blackwall thought, turning on his heel and storming out of the office. He had only been trying to - but she was right, in a way, that the only one who could tell him what to expect was Miss Cadash herself, and if she found his ignorance a problem, well... it certainly hadn’t stopped her yet.

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20, 24 - the Inquisitor, Krem (oops meet @tech-and-tea-leaves‘s excellent trevelyan)

The Herald’s Rest is a nice place, sturdy and warm, and when the Chargers are in town it booms with life and loud noises. Cal hasn’t been introduced to them yet, not properly, though of course he’s met Cremisius, their lieutenant. Bull hadn’t hidden Krem’s Tevinter origins - southern, from the sounds of it, if Cal’s remembering correctly. (He had a slave from Perivantium who sounded just like him, that silent-plains twang. Never knew his name.)

What he doesn’t know is how Krem came to be here, of all places. There’s more than a few reasons that Cal’s playing the Ostwick circle mage, not the least of which is how Southerners think the Imperium consists of nothing but magisters and slaves. Unable to fit a soporati into either category, he could see the Orlesians giving Krem a hard time. But here he is, all the same, drinking cheap beer with the rest of Bull’s misfits and not a one treating him any the less for it.

Abruptly, Cal remembers the trade agreements he’d signed and what it might mean for their bar supply.

There’s a space next to Krem, invitingly open, and Cal drops into it without asking. He sets one bottle in Krem’s face, holds the other to his lips and tries (unsuccessfully) not to smirk.

Krem squints. “Sun-Blonde, really?” he drawls, and Cal has to fight back a happy laugh.

“It was that or Rowan’s Rose. Don’t tell me you’ve never tried it.” He lets a hint - just a hint - of his old accent dip into his words, and he tries to make it soft enough that Bull won’t catch it (he fails, he can see Bull’s eye narrow at him for just a split second across the table) but obvious enough that Krem will. He’s not sure if he does, though, for his expression doesn’t change. Smug, happy, like maybe he already knows everything and Cal won’t need to say a word.

“I won’t, then,” Krem murmurs, but he clinks their bottles together for a second longer than necessary, and when his hand drops down, his fingers brush ever so slightly against Cal’s leg.

[ok i WILL DO THE REST LATER i should attend to some other prompts also the last one is gonna explode on me i just know it]

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dragon age drabble prompts

GIMME. a character, pairing, or a random pair of numbers 1-35 if you aren’t familiar with dragon age (or are just indecisive), along with a word or song lyric or w/e as a prompt. (will maybe also take daiya, kuroko’s basket, or free)?

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what do u mean pretend??? varric is a self admitted 100% liar and all the more willing to lie his butt off if the truth would be ‘too ridiculous to be believed’... like honestly you can just write in whatever the hell u want between 2 and inquisition, like varric (or hawke lbr) is gonna tell the truth

pirate crew of kirkwall has always been my favorite headcanon tho :> especially because WEDDINGS ON PIRATE SHIPS PRESIDED OVER BY THE CAPTAIN. i have so many headcanons about this. with all the pairings. ALL of them.

Isabela in Capn Jacks place would be hilarious because Cullen/Anders voice actor is that one guy that goes "That's got to be the best pirate I've ever seen." After Jack steals The Interceptor ship

okay but now im imagining isabela just winking and saying “but you have heard of me” while she casually steals cullen’s money and that has got to be the best thing i’ve thought of all day. 

actually why don’t we all just pretend the kirkwall crew didn’t go their separate ways post-DA2 and they become isabela’s new pirate crew and they travel all over the world going on amazing adventures fighting templars and magisters and freeing mages and elves with an amazing soundtrack playing in the background? isabela’s the leading lady of course. 

and ooooh man imagine isabela in a really big hat shouting orders at her newfound crew while they sail through a rly big storm!!! and i imagine they had no idea what they were doing initially but they call catch on quick and while she does pick on them from time to time she’ll later admit that they’re the best damn crew this side of thedas. and also them drinking rum and singing songs and!!! just!!! pirate kirkwall crew!!!!

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Long hair Dorian looks like Captain Hook. 

He was eaten deliciously by a crocodile :P

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Dres was my first Dragon Age character at all, and I had no idea what I was getting into. He’s still one of my most precious, perfect babies ever and my entire Amell build was based on being his cousin long lost sister (who of course became my #1 honeybun, because your first warden is always the best!!)

profile thingy by @hchomgoblin *u*

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let’s try posting to the right blog this time, yeah?

incidentally @varanialy is my dragon age blog now, just... cos. later nerds