#Madame Mage Cookie

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Main Cookie Run OC Masterpost(2025)

Making this post as away to keep track of all my main Cookie Run OCs(I'm too lazy to make to house pages for them)

Will be updated with time

[dragonagecompanions]

For author of ASOIAF Inquisitor: Inner Circle reaction to the events at Hardhome?

Cassanda: And so it boils down to this. From the very beginning the Seeker has wondered when the Wall and whatever lives beyond it will have its say and at last it has come. There are so many plots that a less avid reader might struggle to keep them apart, but Cassandra's focused determination -and the tiny war table she keeps in her quarters, outlining the series- means that when the Night King finally reveals himself she can see the whole field converging.

And it is wonderful.

Varric: Look, everyone thinks they can write a book, but most people never will. His greatest work, which garnered enough notoriety that his career was jump started, was more fact than fiction and yet still was a struggle for the first few drafts. He writes novellas and periodicals because, quite frankly, keeping more than one or two story lines going is annoying and splinters focus.

Which means that with everything happening in the Seven Kingdoms somehow the fall of Hardhome should lack the impact that such an important watershed should have-- and yet somehow dancing from sunny Mereen to the icy tundra of Beyond the Wall as the end of the world draws suddenly near loses nothing for the complexity of its surroundings.

He needs to up his game.

Solas: And so the enemies begin to show their faces. From the first moment of this series the rift mage has seen very few of the plot twists coming, and as he settles back in the solitude of his rotunda this is no different. He had suspected that some of what lay beyond the wall was political fear mongering, that the watch were making ready for their own coup. But to see the Night King being his march with the icy truth that death is truly only fodder for more is....mesmerizing. All the schemes of the Seven Kingdoms fall short of this new terror, and yet so few fail to see it growing at their very borders.

He feels a kinship, there.

Blackwall: Jon Snow would have made a proper Warden. It's easy to see the similarities between wights and darkspawn, and the terrible pressure of a man set to meat unearthly foes. The Seven Kingdoms have a blight of their own on the way, make no mistake, and for a brief moment Skyhold's would be warden is ready to take arms with the King of the North whose name is Stark.

Belatedly he will chastise himself for such foolishness, but it will be on his mind for weeks afterwards, how their inquisitor intends to resolve this-- and what the fate of it all will be.

Vivienne: It stinks of Ferelden propaganda at first, and if there had not been so much else written Madame de Fer might have accused their fearless leader of pandering to King Alistair. But from the inquisitors first words in the series something has lurked behind the walls-- and while others may have been drawn in by the Lannisters and their tricks no player of the great game loses sight of an enemy for long and lives to tell of it. The Stark boy's gambit was a good one, but in showing his hand too early he has caught the attention of something far greater-- and with only an alliance with the Wildlings it seems the Starks are set to loose another scion.

It bears watching-- and is worth the effort to make sure their inquisitor has adequate writing time.

Sera: Friggin' dead people not staying dead, little people turning to monsters and all the big people too focused on their pointy chair. Arrows is what it needs, and dragons. The Red Jenny expels many a cookie and arrow on her targets, too antsy to sit and wait to read more-- and bothering their Inquisitor will only delay the process.

Friggin' words.

Iron Bull: Necromancy, why does it always come back to that? 5000 wildings against an army that just uses your fallen against you? And no promise of alliance or even peace with anyone else? Magic at your back and politics at the front? It sounds like the worst of Seheron, and that always makes his horns itch. At least the 'Vints didn't regenerate, though their magic certainly didn't help.

For all his training and his scheming the Ben Hassrath agent never saw the Night King coming so soon, and as Jon Snow flees again the Charger's leader is suddenly starting to wonder if the Seven Kingdoms is expected to survive at all.

And if not, does that bode well, for Thedas?

Dorian: Really, this is a bit beyond his ability to excuse. For the Night King to be able to permanently rouse so many, particularly in a state of constant obediant reanimation, would require massive amounts of power. And even then his thralls would be shambling disorganized things. It seems that this great and terrible ruler of the north has more in common with a plague bearer than any true Necromancer, and that is a benefit. Plagues can be burned out, with enough fire and steel.

No the real threat still lives in Kings Landing-- and Dorian can only hope the younger son of House Lannister can prove his wit and bring the Mother of Dragons home to roost--before his nest is burned alive.

Cullen: Jon Snow was right to retreat, ahead of a more fearsome army and in a bad position. Skyhold's commander knows a losing battle when he sees it, and moving back south of the wall to regroup is a sound military tactic. Without realizing it Cullen has set and reset his own maps to match the fictional war playing out in his mind--both a relief from their own recent retreat, and to watch what is growing in the south.

Josephine: It is horrible, of course, what the Night King is doing, but also so exciting to see the stories that have so far been on the periphery come to the forefront. But while attack is terrible the ambassador is truly relieved that Loboda falls in the attack. Such a crass and violent leader is not a good ally for peace, and his death at the hands of the enemy will certainly motivate the Wildings without the risks that come with assassination.

They are in a bad spot, of course, but she has faith it will be seen through. And quickly-- the suspense is ruining her schedules.

Leliana: She doesn't finish it. Can't, without seeing the fallen of the blight and imagining her warden friends in that same terrible spot. Josie tells her enough to know what is to come, but the spymaster must read enough terrible things in her day-- this need not be one.

-Mod Fereldone

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Cream Puff Cookie and The Witch’s Flower (Remake)

The Original can Be found Here.

(In loving memory of Pat Caroll; thanks for all the chills (In a good way).)

Young Cream Puff Cookie follows a mysterious owl into the nearby forest and discovers an old broomstick and the strange Fly-by-Night flower, a rare plant that blossoms once every seven years. Together, the flower and the broomstick whisk Cream Puff above the clouds, and far away to Endor College -- a school of magic run by headmistress mage Ursula and the brilliant sorcerer Babidi, as well as the eccentric Almond Cookie and supportive Latte Cookie. But there are terrible things happening at the school, and when Cream Puff tells a lie, she must risk her life to try and set things right.

Cream Puff Cookie as Mary Stewart (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Ursula as Madame Mumblechook (The Little Mermaid)

Azul Ashengrotto as Himself/Madame Mumblechook’s Son (Twisted Wonderland)

Flotsam and Jetsam as Themselves/Madame Mumblechook’s Helpers (The Little Mermaid)

Owlcorn as Tib (Cookie Run)

Quaxly as Gib (Pokemon)

Tuff as Peter (Kirby)

Tiff as Herself/Peter’s Sister (Kirby)

Babidi as Doctor Dee (Dragon Ball Z)

Majin Buu as Himself/Doctor Dee’s Assistant (Cookie Run)

Latte Cookie and Almond Cookie as Themselves/Mary’s Friendly Teachers (Cookie Run)

Walnut Cookie as Herself/Mary’s Classmate (Cookie Run)

Nick Wilde as Flanagan (Zootopia)

Judy Hopps as Herself/Flanagan’s Coworker (Zootopia)

Lucy Wong as Miss Banks (Balan Wonderworld)

Bruce Stone as Zebedee (Balan Wonderworld)

Various Characters as The Endor College Students

Nabooru as The Red Haired Witch (The Legend of Zelda)

Hollyberry Cookie as Great Aunt Charlotte (Cookie Run)

Princess Cookie and Tiger Lily Cookie as Themselves/Mary’s Cousins (Cookie Run)

Fi as The Light Fairy (The Legend of Zelda)

And here’s the hint to my next Casting (It’s a Dreamworks Spin Off):

🐧🕵️‍♀️🐙

[leonasbitties]

Maisel “Masie” Penrose

Name: Maisel Penrose

Age: ??? (Appears to be in her 50s usually)

Species: Dark Fae

Aliases: Professor Penrose, Madam Penrose, Aunt Masie, Masie, Madam Maisel, Miss Maisel, Miss Penrose

Birthday: September 29th

Star Sign: Libra

Height: 5’9

Year: N/A

Occupation: Curses, Hexes, and Transfigurations Teacher at NRC

Origin: The Valley of Thorns

Personality: Outgoing, affectionate, sweet, overbearing, talkative, wise, intelligent, cryptic

Dorm: N/A

Twisted from: The enchantress from Beauty and the Beast

Quote: “A tale as old as time you say?”

Extra:

- While Masie is a very kind soul it’s very clear she’s a deeply troubled soul.

- Shes an ancient shapeshifting witch although she presents as a cooky old women mostly.

- Her familiar is an owl whom she plays card with often.

- She is Juliets great aunt while Juliet does not dislike her she finds her aunt overbearing.

- Masie is old friends with Lilia and Crowley.

- There’s a rumor going around shes met the Witch of Thorns.

- Shes Juliets legal guardian as well.

- When students misbehave she turns them into animals for a short time and kicks them out of her class.

- Masiel makes terrible mom jokes and puns all the time.

- Very close with her fellow staff and enjoys pestering Mozus.

- While she seems like a cooky old lady who plays go fish with her owl she’s a very powerful witch rumor has it she could rival the seven.

- While powerful mage shes a very relaxed teacher, she aims for her students to have fun and enjoy her class.

- Often gives our group projects and somehow always knows who’s got a crush on a classmate.

- She complains about being old even though she could just shape shift to a younger form.

- Legend has it she cursed a prince to be a beast many years ago as a form of revenge of some kind but she’ll dodge the question if you ask.. suspicious..

- Very slow grandma texter according to Juliet.

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Dread Moon, Chapter 15: Epilogue(s)

[Note: This is the whole chapter, cuz I couldn’t decide which part I liked best, and some of these will become spin-offs or more detailed one-offs. @figgypudz is real excited about Dorian, Bull, and Merrill living together sitcom-style in Kirkwall (I am, too...it’s cute!), and I have so much fluff planned for Anders and her OC Alarion, whom I rescued and adopted (stole) so they could join up with Amell and her rogue Wardens! Everyone gets a happy ending...until Trespasser.]

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As expected, Sera and Dagna’s wedding was an unforgettable experience for everyone in attendance. Varric gifted Sera and Dagna advanced reader copies of All This Shit is Weird and asked them to help him write their own fluffy chapter about their relationship. It focused mainly on burnt cookies and red lyrium. Cassandra was terribly jealous.

After a few weeks of travelling through Ferelden, Merrill was beginning to miss Kirkwall, and Dorian was eager to see what he’d purchased. The estate ended up being better than anyone had anticipated, large enough to easily accommodate all three of them, along with all of the Chargers, should they ever wish to visit. Merrill quickly befriended all the ghosts and spirits that lingered there, and it became an important waypoint for much of Dorian’s ongoing work with Maevaris and the Lucerni, and allowed them all to easily coordinate with Fenris and Isabela in their continuing efforts to undermine the Tevinter slave trade.

Anders and Alarion found the Hero of Ferelden in the Deep Roads and actually fit in quite nicely with her rogue group of Wardens. Even Carver put aside his differences with the apostate who’d made his sister an accessory to terrorism and welcomed him like the wayward older brother he’d never had nor really ever wanted. Alarion was continually amazed by all the legendary people Anders knew from all his past adventures, including the King of Ferelden and Divine Victoria, all of whom worked within their various capacities to support Solona in her search for a ‘cure’ to the Darkspawn Taint. While Anders could barely be bothered to write to his Kirkwall friends, Solona made sure her cousin and her friends knew that he was healthy...and happy, and even sent him and Alarion on ridiculous errands that got them close enough for a quick visit every now and then.

The ‘Kirkwall Degenerates’ continued their efforts to rebuild Kirkwall into a shining example of a post-Rebellion city, welcoming of both mages and “recovering Templars,” as Hawke called them. Except Mettin. He was never seen in Kirkwall again, and rumors circulated that he had been haunted to madness by a ghost who looked like one of the young mages he’d been especially cruel to when he served in the Gallows. But Varric swore he saw someone who looked an awful lot like him distributing food to those orphaned by the Mage-Templar War on one of his 'diplomatic visits' with the King of Ferelden.

They also worked to improve the living conditions in the slums outside of Kirkwall, even dragging Dorian into the efforts to elevate the residential areas above the Chokedamp that swirled in from the surrounding marshlands, essentially building a ‘floating city’ connected by a series of bridges and platforms that even the ancient elves would’ve been proud of. Well, maybe. Merrill thought it was really neat, anyway.

Aveline and her City Guard successfully defended the city against numerous attacks from Starkhaven and from other surrounding cities who sought to take advantage of the city’s lack of a Viscount (until Hawke nominated Varric), with help from their Inquisition allies, of course. Donnic retired from the City Guard to stay home with their daughter, Leandra, who was the most doted on child in the entire city thanks to her numerous aunts and uncles. She received her first set of daggers on her third birthday from her Aunt Marian “they’re Dwarven so they’re perfect for a toddler” Hawke.

Bethany’s Kirkwall College of Magic and Enchantment became renowned for specializing in the ‘Healing Arts and Sciences.’ She welcomed mages from all schools of magic, and other non-mage experts, even including forward-thinking Chantry sisters, to serve as both teachers and students in one of the most innovative, cross-discipline medical research programs Thedas had ever seen. After receiving an anonymous donation to expand the program and build a state-of-the-art free clinic where the healers could work and learn through firsthand experience, she decided to locate it in Darktown, naming it “The Kirkwall Center for Medical Justice,” with a nod toward two of their most controversial guest lecturers. The feral cats that the clinic displaced were all neutered and allowed to roam the sewers as they pleased, which at least kept the rodent population at bay.

Leliana and Vivienne made a formidable team in Orlais, and Divine Victoria tried not to take it personally when Madame de Fer’s most loyal supporters began referring to her Left Hand as the “Iron Divine,” in contrast to Leliana, whom they referred to derisively as the “Nug Divine,” a title she eagerly reclaimed. They obviously disagreed on a number of issues, but their mutual respect and admiration, even friendship, for one another motivated them to find solutions and compromises that supported mages and strengthened the Chantry’s resolve not to fall back into its old misguided ways and abuses of power.

As promised, Evelyn began making plans for a life with Cullen outside of Skyhold and the Inquisition’s demands. They visited his sister, and he showed her what remained of his childhood home in Honnleath, and she took him home to Ostwick to meet her family. More than two years after the Inquisition’s decisive victory over Corypheus and his ‘hole in the sky,’ a letter on fancy paper, sealed by the Divine herself, came all the way from Orlais, hand-delivered by one of her own personal couriers...

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Inquisitor Trevelyan,

The leaders of Ferelden and Orlais have requested that an Exalted Council be held at Halamshiral in order to review the activities and future pursuits of the Inquisition. Your presence, along with whatever representatives you see fit to attend, is requested, as the discussions and decisions made therein will impact you directly.

Sincerely,

Divine Victoria

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A few minutes later, a raven arrived from the west, carrying another note written in Leliana’s chicken scratch on much more ordinary-looking stationery, bearing the Nightingale’s seal:

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Evelyn,

By now, you should’ve received my ‘official correspondence’ regarding the Exalted Council. Forgive me if this comes as a surprise. Vivienne and I have done our best to shield you from these petty political matters as long as we could. You have allies all over Thedas, but it seems a few powerful people wish to forget what you’ve done for us all during this time of relative peace. Rumors of mysterious elven agents connected to the Inquisition haven’t helped. I’ve sent word to Josephine, Varric, Dorian, and our other ambassadors scattered about, and I’m assuming Cassandra, Cullen, and the others at Skyhold would also be willing to join you. Please bring as many supporters as you’re comfortable with...the more advocates we have, the better positioned you’ll be to decide for yourself what is to become of the Inquisition.

Take care, and try not to worry (too much),

Leliana

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An addendum, in Vivienne’s elegant handwriting, read:

My dear...I know how you feel about the Winter Palace, but I promise the spa is one of the finest in all of Thedas, and you’ll be treated to some much-deserved rest and relaxation once all this unpleasantness has been dealt with. Don’t fret. We’ll get through this.

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[being-in-the-mom3nt]

ZAMBALES 2023! 🫶🌊☀️🥂🎶

Unang dagat sa 2023!

Feb 18-19, pre-bday celebration ko na to with friends. Sa totoo lang, gusto sana namin to biglaan bago ang birthday ko. Pero that week rin ay sobrang hectic ng sched ng ibang friends, at bonus na nakapasa ng job interview si Pao. So na move and sa wakas natupad din ang drawing! Kinaumagahan nung alis di ko sila nirereplyan agad kasi nagprep and gawa ako ng spam musubi. Ang epic lang kasi sinubukan ko yung may cheese on top, e nagmamadali na ko since malelate na kami, ayun di ko napatay agad sa oven. Natosta yung ibabaw hahaha pero masarap pa rin. Then nung otw na, yung pinaka mahalaga pa talaga na tent nakalimutan ko! So bumalik pa kami ☹️🥺

Sobrang thankful ako kasi I'm with friends na super love ako. Di lang yung sumama sa Zambales, even them na hindi present sa vid. Love na di man verbally, pero feel na feel ko to the point na kahit di ko sila laging kasama ay mga good memories (na may kalokohan syempre) at laughtrips ang naaalala ko. Yung pag magfaflashback sobrang matatouch ako even sa small things they did to me. Dito pala sa trip namin, ang bait ni Soj kasi sa pagda-drawing pa lang ang dami na niyang suggestions. siya din usually nag iinitiate ng mga magandang gawin at puntahan. Tho nakakahiya, kaya sa tent pitching ako naman tumoka. Nagkaconflict nga lang sa bahay (samin na lang sorry), pero tinuloy pa rin namin. Ayun worth it naman hahahaha

More on tambay sa tabing-dagat, nagtayo ng tent, magbasa/chika, maligo sa dagat, abangan ang sunset, lakad-lakad hanap ng food, magkape! At magukulele jam sa gabi, picture here and there. At pinakilala pala kami nila ate Mabel and kuya Rodel sa asosasyon ng mga riders (EAGR) na inisponsor-an namin dati ng mga baked products ko nung active pa rin ako magbake. Bigla ko tuloy namiss maging busy at gumawa ng cookies tyaka banana cake! Anywaaayyy parang for me that time, maliit na bagay lang yun. Nahiya nga ko kasi yun lang naambag ko. Tapos ayoko rin sana magpakita hahaha medyo di na ko sanay makisalamuha masyado sa mga bagong tao. Pero naibroadcast na daw na ipapakilala ako ganun e baka sila ate at kuya naman yung magmukhang sinungaling dun kaya ayun nagpakita ako. Pero syempre nagpasama ako kila Pao and Soj. Grabe din nun kasi nag iinuman sesh kami nung gabi, tapos ang layo pa nung resort na venue nung sa EAGR. Tanggal amats namin e nagising sa lakad hahahahaha tapos kaliwa't kanan yung soundtrip mga parang bar na may nagpeperform, or parang iba chill lang, yung ibang group may dalang speaker pa tapos inuman lang din.

Tapos ang galing kasi saktong bago kami magpakita, konting steps na lang biglang may fireworks! Ang galing nung timing kasi ang lapit talaga namin and ilang seconds before kami iintroduce nung nagstart yun. Feeling ko para sakin yun e kasi magbibirthday na ko HAHAHA char. Nung New Year di ako nanood ng ganun. Kaya ang amazing.

Nung pinakilala na kami, nahiya ako kasi pinakausap sakin yung president ata nun and may isa pang di ko na matandaan pero kinakausap ko rin out of courtesy. Medyo tanders na sila pero nakakatuwa na parang kinakausap nila akong madam ganun hahaha tapos ako na medyo di prepared, kino-compliment ko naman sila tyaka encourage na magkaroon pa ng maraming projects since mahilig din sila tumulong sa komunidad. Naappreciate ko naman din yung pag welcome tho habang tumatagal kami dun, paulit-ulit lang yung usapan na sa ganto ganyan magandang pumunta sa Zambales. Buti to the rescue sila kuya Rodel and Pao hinila na ko sa usapan kasi di ako talaga marunong mag cut ng convo hahahaha. enjoy naman talaga, yung paghiga lang namin sa tent na hindi pantay dahil wala kaming sapin + magdamag nagkakaraoke sa kabilang resort at hilik ng kapit-bahay HAHAHAHA.

Sa food, nasulit naman, sakto lang yung prices unlike Elyu na mas mahal para sakin. Yung pag stay namin over all satisfied ako kasi yung shared bathroom nila madami at di pahirapan kung pipila. Yun lang medyo malayo sa location ng tent pero sa ambiance (sunset! Winner talaga) at basta friends kasama mo hindi talaga nakakaboring.

P.S.

Medyo nagpanic kami nung pauwi kasi nung dumaan kami sa duty free sa Subic, nilapitan kami nung traffic officer nila dun at pinagilid yung sasakyan. pero nalusutan po ng aming team 😆. Yung mga chocolates naman sabi mura daw dun, parang konti lang difference. Smooth naman yung byahe tyaka puro kami stopover ihi break at para lang bumili ng pasalubong at tupig!

Grateful for the friendships and sana more travels to come!

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TELL ME ABOUT YOUR OC: COMPANION EDITION

Rules:

Describe your OC as they are described by their companions.

Show us what they look like!

Tag at least 5 (or more) followers and 5 blogs you follow! :)

Enjoy writing!

Thank you so much @dirthara-mama ! This was a nice writing exercise for me! Also every response is pretty long and sorta encompasses what Evelyn did throughout the Inquisition, but I thought it easier to have them sorta react to the choices she made? Idk! And sorry if any sound OOC! This is the first time I’ve posted dialogue from anyone in the DA universe :D (excitingly scary I might add lol!)

Tagging: Oof, idk who’s already done this, and of course no obligation! @ironbullsmissingeye @underthedreadwolfsgaze @felorinbailenshield2 @nemichen and @wardenofmyheart !

I put things under the cut cause it be long

How the Inner Circle views Evelyn Lavellan!

(Real quick! There’s mentions of a character named Veil, she is my qunari OC that I HC in my canon that she’s part of the inner circle, though I do not do a reaction from her because well yeah) (I also pictured this as the characters telling a close friend about Ev, and not like a strange interviewer or something)

Blackwall: “Despite the lie I lived, she brought me back and made me a proper Grey Warden. That girl gave me a second chance I never asked for, but perhaps the one I needed. I feel stronger for having joined the Inquisition, came out a better man. I’m not the only one with that story here, she has that kind of influence on a person. I’ve been present for every judgement she judged and she had found a way to make the prisoner work for us or sent them off for a second chance. Like that one Avaar that threw goats at our walls, Maker that one was the first person she judged and he walked out a happy man! Exiled to hunt Venatori, then a while later his tribe got their own land and didn’t become bandits! (chuckles) Like I said, that girls leaves you a better person. I wish she’s see how helpful she’s been. Evelyn never feels like she’s done enough. But I’m grateful to her.”

Cassandra: “Evelyn as the Inquisitor has been...interesting to say the least. I know she means well, I just don’t know if it’s really the right choice she’s made at times. I’m thankful that everything worked out the way it did, though. She convinced me to rebuild the Seekers, she...ugh, she helped get Varric’s next book for me. She knew I liked his series, and I’m flattered. Evelyn has told me that she admires the energy I emit and asked how I do it. (chuckles) I asked her how she made the hard choices, and we both responded to our questions as we just improvise. She’s definitely grown on me, I’m sure of it. Evelyn’s been, thankfully, respectful of everyone’s beliefs. Well, except believing that she is the Herald, that time was frustrating for all of us to say the least. But, she doesn’t believe in either the Maker or the Elvhen gods as gods, which surprised me, but I...(sighs) she doesn’t need my judgement. Evelyn’s a good person, a good friend.”

Cole: “Screams that aren’t heard. She keeps screaming but nothing comes out. Hushed whispers from invisible scars haunt her. A weight no one sees. ‘Help me. Please.’ whispered into the pillow. Once petrified by dreams but in wake is more terrifying. She escapes, only coming back to help. Like me. I cannot make her forget, or anyone, but I feel more. She likes knowing someone wants to help. Smiles more now, genuine. Her friends finally heard her screams. A warm embrace fills her, the urge to yell dies down like a starving flame. Safe. More confident, she helps more, wants others to feel the same calm. I’m more human because of her. We like to garden and feel the earth beneath our feet and against our hands. Too busy to think of bad thoughts. It helps.”

Cullen: “The Inquisitor can change her mind too quickly in my opinion. Though, she’s hardened over time. She did help me overcome my lyrium addiction and support me through the process. I could feel she felt nervous around me at times, maybe it was because I’m an ex-Templar and she’s a mage. Which is why it surprised me that she was supportive during my recovery and how many chess matches she partook with me. We’re either matched at wits, or she just lengthens the game to keep me on edge, which, she’s always won. I wish I could’ve gotten to know her better, though, and despite my advice she would always use the Inquisitions forces as a last resort which I hardly agreed with. But, what’s done is done. Might I add, she has a companion dragon? Do you know how nervous that made me? A dragon!”

Dorian: “Evelyn? She’s one of the truest friends I’ve ever had. At first I was wary since she conscripted the mages. But she changed for the better, no doubt under my influence. I question her taste in literature, but I dare say she reads more than I do. How she can find time like that baffles me. She gets extraordinarily excited to fight dragons mind you, despite my protests. I...I think her and Bull consider it to be a date? Hardly romantic, maybe she got the idea from reading Varric’s books (scoffs). Ev told me about the meeting with my father and accompanied me to Redcliffe. She didn’t have to, she could’ve ignored it, she made time to help me personally. Though, she’s helped everyone personally, but my situation wasn’t dealing with a qunari alliance or a certain dwarf’s girlfriend from leaking red lyrium to Corypheus. I...I’m (sigh) grateful to call Evelyn Lavellan a friend. She’s kind and accepting and treats everyone with a kind of equity that is so rare.”

(slight nsfw in this one) The Iron Bull: “On the field, it’s like having a raging lightning storm with a fire tornado working with you. The look of determination and concentration on her face during battle is just so...(grunts). She’s my Kadan, beautiful, strong, intelligent, and I’m proud to be her Vhenan. We’ve shared many moments of all kinds together, helped me in many ways, realize things, helped me become the best I can be. I only hope I’ve helped her in the same way. The Chargers have already considered her a part of us with how much she hangs around, and fuck, if it wasn’t for the Inquisition, I’d ask her to join. Ev’s always fun to be around, she’s got the best jokes, Krem groans ‘cause she’s strengthened my pun game. And damn, does she have a fantastic body, and I get to see it in all its glory almost daily. The scars, her tits, the faces she makes when we go rough, yeah, she’s great. We’re great.”

Josephine: “Madame de Fer and I have to constantly remind her about her presentation to the world. Oh, I remember the stress at the Ball and having to watch over everyone almost like children. It’s also surprised me on how much culture she had not experienced before. Did you know, she’s never been to a full theater performance before? I made sure to change that as quickly as I could. I feel honored to be the first to introduce her to a variety of customs, she did help me annul the contract on my family after all. And on top of that, she respected my choice to doing it my way. She’s been amazing and got to witness me annihilate Cullen at Wicked Grace, and applauded me for doing so! I adore her and love the challenge she gave me during our time in the Inquisition. She came to me a lot for my use in diplomacy which, obviously, is something I respect. Even if...even if it didn’t save her clan, I thought she would hate me for failing, but she didn’t. I still feel awful and I apologize whenever it comes up, but she’s the one reassuring me? Don’t get me wrong, she avoided me for a bit after I told her, well, no one saw her for the rest of the night...but...oh, that got sad, I am thankful for her kindness.”

Leliana: “I won’t lie, at first I thought her compassion and mercy were a weakness, but she taught me otherwise. Ever since the death of her clan, I’ve been trying to get information on any survivors, she doesn’t deserve such a devastating loss, especially when it was during the middle of the Inquisition. She was always keen on listening to my suggestions at the war table and used my forces whenever possible. I think she was interested in adopting a nug from me before she started to raise a dragon! We all kept eyes on Elyana the dragon but somehow things just worked out. (chuckles) She did ask me to train her in becoming a bard, though I think she’s much more interested in what Maryden does than being a spy. Evelyn reminds me so much of the Hero of Ferelden. It took some convincing to get her to realize the severity of the oppression of mages and annulled the conscription. She was quite sheltered from the rest of the world in her clan and didn’t know much about the mage-templar situation. I think that’s why she listened to both Vivienne and I like mentors and (chuckles) parental figures as she’s called Vivienne mom a few times. All in all, Evelyn is precious and great, and I’m glad to have known her.”

Sera: “Oh her? Yeah, she’s fun to be around ‘n stuff. Elf, though, yeah. Not too elfy, so that’s good. Got too into her own glow, though. Rift mage or whatever, that’s too mage-y with that weird magic shite. And it’s a bit unnervin’ innit? I mean, she’s good, helps stick it to nobles in the best friggin’ way. (giggles) And we got to prank her whole lot, she don’t mind my cookies of shite on the roof either. Ev wants to be like people people, I can tell she’s different that way, but Viv keeps makin’ her wear that friggin’ sash and shite. Makes her, Ev, not seem like people, right. I like her and I don’t at the same time, yeah? Isn’t too elfy, good, but she’s too mage-y. Fun ‘n funny but can’t seem to make up her mind for shite. Like, listenin’ to Viv but also pieing nobles in the face. Look, she’s nice an’ all and she’s gettin’ there, but I think she needs a bit more pies to the face, yeah? (giggles) Or Bull to set her right when her arse needs it. (giggles) Get it? Eugh, never mind.”

Solas: “It took time to warm up to the Inquisitor, for she always kept people at a distance. For a time I thought...no. Perhaps she changed her mind. It was for the best anyways, I’m partially grateful that things did not escalate further. I got to train her in the ways of the Rift Mage, and in doing so I learned just how wise her spirit is. How adaptable and intelligent, it made me rethink about the Dalish, but she assured me it wasn’t them that made her that way. She has a tendancy to infuriate me, but I respect her will to listen as to why it does. Evelyn still has much to learn, and it’s been interesting to see her grow from her experiences. I know she abhors the Vallaslin on her face as she did not wish to partake in that tradition. Maybe...hopefully in time, there will be a way to safely remove it. As for the choices she has made, there are a few I have questioned. Thankfully, she took my advice on how to proceed with the Vir Abelasan. Evelyn Lavellan is young and ignorant, but I hold her to a high respect for her willingness to learn, help, restore, and fix her mistakes.”

Varric: “Blossom has been through a ton of shit. Made a lot of choices that she regretted. When Hawke came by, she talked Blossom into rethinking on her choice to deal with the mages and went back on the conscription, letting the mages be free within the Inquisition. I know Hawke’s been keeping in contact with her and they’re friends. Which is great! I taught her how to play Wicked Grace, heh, she’s not very good at it but she plays hard. Well, as in, she bets a lot and usually loses it all but weirdly, she doesn’t mind and is very enjoyable company. Her, Veil, Buttercup, Tiny, and I play cards regularly together. We all exchange stories, chuckle at her and Veil’s bickering and shitty pun wars with Tiny. Best parts of those are when Buttercup groans and usually leaves at that point. I feel bad for Blossom because she’s so nice, merciful, forgiving, and caring an this damn world of events keep forcing her through tough and impossible shit, and it’s broken her a few times. We helped pick up her pieces and continue on. She’s young and inexperienced. Shit, before the Inquisition, she’d never killed a person before. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful to have a hero in this mess, I just think Andraste or luck or whatever chose unfairly. Or maybe her kind heart is exactly what we all need. That part about her hasn’t changed despite everything and I respect that deeply. I hope she’s able to live a happy life after all this.”

Vivienne: “Oh, Evelyn is a dear, very sweet and respectful. She listened to my teachings very well, especially on etiquette and it surprised me how much she already did out of habit considering she was raised in a Dalish clan on different customs. Though, she did say she didn’t follow Dalish traditions. We share many evenings together and hold conversations while she lets me braid her hair. I found it amusing when I helped her get ready for the Halamshiral Ball and had to teach not only her, but Iron Bull as well, on how to dance. Evelyn was easier to teach because she knows how to dance solo, but never had a partner. I remember she hated the Ball because she had to fight in a dress, with tight braids in her hair, makeup, and various accessories without messing any of it up lest she becomes suspicious or scandalous to the guests. Sadly, she despises The Game, though she’s very good at it. It was glorious. At the Winter Palace she went from being seen like a glorified servant to being on top and holding everyone at the court on strings like puppets along with their respect. Oh, a great sense of fashion and a good eye for decorations, though she dislikes constantly looking and dressing as nobility and I must remind her consistently on why it’s important. I do enjoy her company and I wish we saw more eye to eye on the subject on Circles and mages. At first we did, but as time went on she started agreeing more and more with our dear Spymaster.”

lol all in all, Ev is kind, caring, and smart. She got along with basically everyone, even if they didn’t see eye to eye on everything. Though other than Bull, I think she’s closest with Vivienne, Varric, and Dorian ( and my OC Veil, but I don’t post about her often)

[funsize-mermaid]

“ENTREP LANG NAMAN YAN”

Yan yung madalas naming marinig from different colleges.

Yan yung tingin samin ng ibang tao, since di pa masyado kilala program namin. Well, sa school kase, di kami tulad ng med students na sobrang subsob sa pag aaral, yung tipong kulang nalang Bahay na nila ang library. Di kami tulad ng mga Engg students, Arki and CFAD, na lagging Puyat dahil sa plates. Di kami tulad ng mga Computer Majors na halos di makatulog pag di gumagana yung na code nilang program. Di kami tulad nyong lahat. Pero isa lang masasabi namin, di din madali maging isang Entrep Student. Daming nagtatanong sakin, “bakit entrep kinuha mo?”, Actually di ko din alam, pero isa lang alam ko, gusto ko talaga ng sarili kong business. Sa curriculum kase namin, di kami masyado nag bebase sa book, sa minors nga lang kami may book eh, yung majors namin walang book. Kase yung mga pinag aralan namin nasa EXPERIENCE namin lahat. Madami kaya kaming cool activities. I’ll name you some.

Buy and Sell - So eto yung part na bibili kami ng existing product then we’ll make profit from it. Samin ginawa namin noon, candies, marshmallows, cookies,and guess what, puhunan namin 800 lang ata, then yung sales namin nasa almost 1,500 😂not bad. kaso nga lang sabe ng prof namin, you can’t sell candies all the time. Yung iba kase samin, boxed ng brownies or other foods and things. But still, kami yata may pinakamataas na profit 😂

Build and Sell - We need to think of our own product ditto then ibenta. In this case and binenta namin is yung business ko that time, which is yung Rice Coffee, UST loved the rice coffee, i’m making so much profit for that, until bago mag implementation ng business, biglang nireject.

Auction - Well, this auction is not good activity tho. Kase ang rubrics ay we need to buy something unique and have it auctioned in class. Well syempre dayaan, “uy bid kayo sakin ah” AHHAHAAH 😂for the sake of grades. 

Rejection Therapy - This is the funny thing, well yung prof namin, sabe nya businessmen should be fond of rejection, kase sa business world, madaming times ka daw ma rereject, like proposal of business, yung pag alok ng product mo sa customers, etc. So need namin ng rejection therapy. Eto we need to ask for a FAVOR to a STRANGER. Mine was “Can I have your number” HAHAHA well, nireject ako ng mga lalaki. mukha yata akong creep HAHAHA 😂 One creative favor is yung sa friend kong Korean, “Can you tie my shoelaces?” HAHAHAHA😂 that’s cool tho :)) parang ginawa nyang katulong yung stranger HAHAHA 😂

Divisoria Trip - Eto di namin to ginawa, sa lower years to ginawa pero sana ginawa namin to before. Eto yung makikipag tawaran sila sa divisorial to find the list of items given ng prof 😂 Example, 1kg of potatoes, 1 denim pants, Notebooks, and madami pang ibaaa then yung pinaka mababang tawad will get a high grade HAHAH 😂

THESIS: BUILD YOUR OWN BUSINESS - eto pinaka malupet sa lahat. Thesis. Yes. Legit businesses ang tinatayo namin. Registered kami sa DTI, Barangay, Mayor’s and BIR (oo nagbabayad kami ng tamang tax, kase chinecheck ng prof namin!) HAHAHHA 😂. Di madali. sobrang HINDI. Kung yung ibang majors, napapagod sa OJT, kami kase eto yung OJT namin. Magpaalipin sa sarili naming business. Charot. HAHAHA 😂Well, In my case, nagtayo kami ng store sa UP, kainan sya. Dito ko naranasan yung maging WORKING STUDENT, kase every after class, diretso sa business para magbantay, magluto and magserve ng food sa customers, then makakauwi ako around 10:30. and... YES may schoolworks din kami then 7am class everyday. Sobrang hirap. Yung tipong habang nag seserve sa customers, gumagawa kami ng schoolworks. Minsan natatawa nalang yung mga katabi naming stalls and customers kase talagang busy kami. Nag rereview kami sa business ganon. Pero in the end, sobrang worth it lahat ng pagod, kase busog na busog na kami sa experience. 😂

Kaya sa iba, please lang. Don’t belittle the other courses, lahat tayo may kanya kanyang specialization, to think, isang engg student, dalhin ko sa commerce, may alam ba sya? ganon din ako, kapag ako mapunta sa med, may alam ba ako? 😂 Quits lang tayong lahat. 

SO CONGRATULATIONS SA BATCH 2018. WE MADE IT! 🎉🎉🎉

[sorathecookie]

The Leader of the Arcane Cookie Order

ive been meaning to design her for a bit now since developing the Order(still have plans to make some more members)

Madame Mage Cookie is the founder and the leader of the Arcane Cookie Order. She has extensive knowledge on the Arcane arts and all sorts of magic. She's one of Earthbread's oldest wizards, and is one of the most respected ones as well. As a leader, she has a great amount of authority and excellent leadership skills, showing deep concern for her employees, whom she views as family.

Madame Mage Cookie is also the avatar of a benevolent Witch named Monica (drawn on the left), bearing half her soul

[dragonagecompanions]

What kind of presents would the DAI companions and advisors give to the child inquisitor for their birthday? (I love child inquisitor reacts, I like seeing the inner circle as a big bunch of aunts/uncles/big brothers/big sisters)

Cassandra: In public she gives the, a useful gift. A weapon or armor, something that will be of use in the field and therefor will help the Inquisition. It is a proper gift to receive from a Seeker and will raise no eyebrows.

In private, however the gift is quite different. The book of Orlesian fairy tales is a twin of one much loved and packed safely away in Nevarra. It spawned an early love of romance and epic stories where good alwas triumphs. And if they are willing she will be happy to read it with them.

Solas: It is hard to imagine the Dread Wolf spending time with a small child, but in truth Fen'Harel has always been patient with young people. And  the Inquisitor -especially if they are curious and eager to learn- is different. The book on Fade magic that he gives them is a trifle, something to satisfy their curiosity, but the true gift comes when the mage helps their young leader paint murals of their choosing on the walls of their quarters.

The time spent- his larger hand patiently guiding theirs on the brush- is a gift to them both, and is cherished. It will be another regret on Solas’s mind when  he leaves.

Varric: He doesn’t give them a book. It crosses his mind, the gift of a novel or even penning something especially for them. But at the end of the day the Inquisitor is always reading- and often reading documents far above their education level. Pleasure reading is probably not something they have much time for.

And so instead he makes the day about them. It takes some work to arrange a trip to Val Royeaux with just him and the Herald, but once there (and incognito) he spends the whole day letting them enjoy the Summer Market without being mobbed and treats them to meals and a few fun trinkets.

Sera: Skyhold had best duckle down because the Red Jenny will turn it upside down to celebrate the littlest Herald. Pranks and cookies and all manner of fun-most nicked or bought with fenced earnings- and more or less Sera going all out to make at least one day special in a way that it should ne for a child.

And later, in private, she gifts them with a bow at their sirze and the promise of lessons in the future.

Vivienne: Like Varric she makes the entire day about the Herald, but instead of traveling Madame de Fer brings Val Royeaux to them. Food and drink (sparkling juice only) and a new outfit or two that she had made ahead of time, even a musician or two if they have expressed a fondness for such things. Whatever they might like that makes the day more about them.

Blackwall: He spends weeks carving, sanding, polishing and painting to be done on time, but manages it.  The chair and desk are made at their size- with room to grow into it- and inlaid on the side are the great Free March heroes of legend– elves, dwarves and humans alike.

It’s a simple thing, as far as gifts go, but something designed to make them feel a little more at home in a new place where very little is made for their size.

Dorian: Of all the companions he is the most unsure of how to celebrate the child Inquisitor. If it were an adult he might take them to the tavern for the night, but such a party seems vastly inappropriate for a child. And like varric a book jsut seems like piling more onto already too young and burdened shoulders.

But in the end he plays to both his strengths and instincts, throwing them a child friendly part at the Herald’s Rest and organizing the eager guests. In Tevinter it would be a celebration mocked in the magisterium, but for the Herald and their inner circle it works for them. And the cheerful thanks he gets from the Herals later makes any anxiety he felt worthwhile.

Iron Bull: Arguments that dragon hunting is totally inappropriate aside, the Iron Bull completely ups the ante on celebration. As his normal method of tension removal is completely out of the question the Ben-Hassrath instead takes them with the Chargers and gives the company firm instructions to drop titles for the day. Then they go off for a day or two and just enjoy themselves like a normal mercenary band.

‘The Littlest Charger’ is allowed to have some anonymous fun, and is showered with gifts by the Chargers.

Cole: He makes little fuss if they don’t want the attention, but attends the celebrations if they want to see him. And without them saying anything he has the gift they were secretly longing for.

And a hat.

Cullen: He agonizes over whether or not to get them a gift, and then what it should be. But in the end he goes with his gut and takes them to a Mabari kennel to find a pup who bonds with them. It gives them a companion who loves them above all others, and if it makes them happy he is thrilled.

Leliana: She keeps her distance for the most part, but the spy master does find a small but meaningful gift for the Herald and leaves it in their quarters.

Josephine: She attends the celebration and finds them a gift- probably candy or sweets from Antiva- but also uses all of her diplomatic powers to clear their schedule entirely for the week of their party.

Mod Fereldone

[beholdimhisbeloved]

#clarydiaries

issa real good thing that i now know how to make cookies bec i literally crave em everytime :( ♥️✨

KEY LEARNINGS:

1st attempt - chill the dough sa freezer until maging super dry sya para madali ibilog and hindi sya nalulusaw :) also!! wag madaming butter medyo dagdagan yung all purpose flour

2nd attempt - hehe medj sunog parin and hindi perfectly circled soooo flatten the cookies sa pan without fire yet, and reduce the time span kasi mabilis syang magbrown. results would more likely be crunchy and medj may pait ng konti, yet still good! 🥰

[roguelioness]

Amaryllis Trevelyan

Origins Parents: Bann Trevelyan [father], Seraphine Trevelyan [mother] Siblings: Paulette Trevelyan [twin sister], Gerald Trevelyan [brother] At the time when she attended the Conclave, Amaryllis Trevelyan was the youngest of Bann Trevelyan’s children. Amaryllis and her twin, Paulette, came by their powers at the same time when they were ten years old. They had been horseriding, and when Paulette was thrown off her spooked horse, both girls reacted instantly; Paulette by freezing the poor horse, and Amaryllis by causing the ground to burst into thick grass. When they reached home, they told their mother what had happened, and Seraphine did her best to hide the girls’ new-found powers from their father. Unfortunately, this did not last for long, as their younger brother Gerald spied on his sisters one evening and found them creating ice sculptures out of nothing, and, frightened - and having been taught that mages were evil - ran to his father. Bann Trevelyan immediately arranged for Templars to take away his daughters, disowning them as they were dragged away from the only home they’d known.

Seraphine tried to protect her daughters from their father and the Templars, but she was unsuccessful. She died a year and a half later from a broken heart. Gerald, knowing that he had played a part in both his sisters’ capture and thereby his mother’s death, lived with the guilt of his actions for the rest of his life.

Amaryllis was sent to the Circle of Ostwick, and her sister to the Circle at Kirkwall. Paulette was abused by Ser Karras during her stay in the Circle, dying from her injuries as a result. Though Amaryllis was informed that Paulette had died in ‘an accident’, she knew the truth, having been informed of the truth by the spirits in the Fade. 

Circle of Ostwick Knowing that the best and brightest in the Circle of Ostwick were granted more freedoms, Amaryllis swore to be the very best. Magic, and control of her powers, came naturally to her, and she underwent her Harrowing at the tender age of sixteen. She was the youngest Enchanter, and was both respected and envied in equal measure.

She quickly befriended the Knight Commander and the Knight Captain as the two men felt very fatherly towards her, and this afforded her a great deal of protection in the Circle. She learned how to be craft and cunning, and how to use her charm and wit to get what she wanted. Her skills she used to aid the other mages, especially those who had garnered the unfortunate honor of catching an errant templars’ eye. She did her best to protect those weaker than her, and was widely considered to be next in line for the position of First Enchanter. 

The Conclave Having lost a sister to the templars, and having seen - and experienced - first hand just how cruel they could be, Amaryllis had little faith in the templars. She was eager to bring about a resolution between the two sides, however, wanting to avoid more bloodshed, though she was determined that the mages should be allowed to have greater freedom.  She wholeheartedly believed that mages could rule themselves, and that mages should be taught to not fear their power so that they could control it better.

She was puzzled and dismayed by the Anchor, especially because it garnered her the title of ‘Herald of Andraste’ which she did not believe to be true. Her curious nature pushed her to investigate the mark, and in this task she was aided by the elven apostate Solas.

Relationship with companions Cassandra Pentaghast - she had little trust in the Seeker, quietly believing that the woman had failed in her duty to oversee the Templar Order; but after spending more time with Cassandra, and discovering that she was honest and good, and eager to do the right thing, Amaryllis dropped her guard and began to forge a friendship with the Nevarran. They ended up bonding over the grief of losing a sibling, and their friendship deepened when Amaryllis accidentally discovered that Cassandra was a fan of Swords and Shields - a series she herself was rather fond of. Cassandra approved of Amaryllis’ ability to plan carefully before undertaking a task, though the Seeker disapproved whenever she used underhanded means to gain support for the Inquisition. 

Iron Bull - Amaryllis was one of the few people who trusted Bull right from the start. She got along incredibly well with the Chargers. Though she knew that he was a Qunari spy, she believed that his men’s loyalty to him said a great deal. In Haven she would spend her evenings at the Singing Maiden with Bull, who taught her how to play chess in exchange for drinks. This eventually turned into a ritual of sorts, and when Amaryllis finally won a game against Bull, he celebrated by throwing his tankard of beer over her. When the Qunari approached with the prospect of an alliance with the Inquisition, Amaryllis refused to sacrifice the Chargers, and told Gatt to tell his seniors that “[his] name is Iron Bull, NOT Hissrad!”

Blackwall - She greatly respected Warden Blackwall, and during their travels learned to appreciate his wit, and his stories. However when the truth of his deception came to light, she couldn’t bring herself to trust him again. She had him smuggled into Skyhold, and set him free on the condition that he join the Grey Wardens after his service in the Inquisition.

Vivienne - Amaryllis despised Vivienne, especially after Madame de Fer insisted that they were both alike in nature. She informed the Iron Lady, rather icily, that even if they were both well-versed in the Game, she played to help other people while [Vivienne] was only interested in herself. In Skyhold, however, there was first a unspoken truce between the two women, which eventually turned into a friendship of sorts. Amaryllis spent a great deal of time with Vivienne after Bastien’s death, just sitting and listening to the older woman talk about her relationship with the Duke.

Solas - She got along excellently well with the elven apostate, the two being very pro-mage. Though Amaryllis was confused by Solas’ preoccupation with the Veil and the Fade at the beginning, she eventually found it fascinating, and soon began to study in in earnest. It was thanks to Solas’ many tales of what he’d seen in the Fade that she studied to be a rift mage. She developed feelings for him, but knowing that he wasn’t interested in her, forced herself to cast them aside, and accept his friendship instead. She did all she could to help his spirit friend, and though she understood his anger towards the mages who had inadvertently caused Wisdom’s death, she would not let him kill them for she knew their only crime was ignorance.

Dorian Pavus - Amaryllis developed an instant friendship with Dorian. Though the two argued frequently, it was always good-natured. They were very much alike, believing in doing the right thing and not the easy thing, and valuing loyalty and kindness. They would often curl up in a corner of the library, a bottle of wine between them as they pored over leather-bound tomes late into the night. It was Dorian who helped her get over her automatic distrust of Cullen, and he engineered many scenarios where she and the Commander were thrust together. Amaryllis was furious at Dorian’s father, and had to be held back from punching the man in the face. She staunchly vowed to stand by Dorian’s side no matter what, and though tongues wagged in the keep about the Inquisitor’s suspiciously close friendship with a mage from Tevinter, she paid little heed to them.

Varric Tethras - She was excited to meet Varric, not just because she was a huge fan of Swords and Shields, but also because of his friendship with Hawke. She tried to question him, discreetly, for any information regarding her sister’s death. He found out about it eventually, and after she told him everything she knew, used his spy network to put the pieces together. It was Varric who brought a measure of peace to Amaryllis when he informed her that Hawke had killed the man responsible for her sister’s death.

Sera - Amaryllis found Sera to be a breath of fresh air in the otherwise serious-and-stodgy Inquisition. Though she did think the young elven woman was a little immature, and though she found Sera’s dislike of mages distasteful, the two nevertheless became fast friends. They would play a host of pranks on everyone, especially Cullen, though when Amaryllis started a relationship with the Commander she stopped playing as many pranks on him. She appreciated Sera’s concern for the ‘little people’, having once been that person herself. The two spent a great deal of time on the many rooftops that Skyhold offered, eating good cookies and throwing the bad ones at the nobles Amaryllis found annoying.

Cole - Something about the young lad drew her, and by the time they were all settled in Skyhold Amaryllis had firmly adopted him under her wing. While Varric was his honorary dad, she became his honorary mom, much to the annoyance of Solas who insisted that the spirit lad did not need parenting. When the time came for Cole to choose which path he wanted to walk down, she guided him to become more human, believing that it truly was what the young lad wanted the most. It was one of the times she questioned whether she had made the right decision or not. When he entered a relationship with Maryden she was happy because he was happy, though in private she threatened the bard with something ‘worse than death’ if she ever hurt her boy.

Romance Amaryllis despised Cullen at the beginning because she blamed him for her sister’s death. They had many arguments, but their worst was the one before she left to help the mages, where she called him a ‘mage murderer’ who was only too happy to see all of ‘her kind’ dead. After facing Alexius, and seeing how dangerous magic could be, she thawed enough to apologize to the Commander when she returned to Haven, though she still considered him to have turned a blind eye to the suffering of the mages in Kirkwall.

It was Varric and Dorian who helped her soften; Varric told her how Kirkwall had had many blood mages, and how Meredith had been driven insane by red lyrium. Varric also helped her gain some closure by informing her of Ser Karras’ death. Dorian opened her eyes to Cullen’s actions, and how the Commander was not the same man as he’d been as Knight Captain.

It started off as contriteness, their relationship, with both parties hesitant and wary about the other. But soon Amaryllis was penning notes to Cullen when she was away, and it became easier to talk to him in person. From there, their friendship grew deeper as they began to deeply care for and about the other, and it was an easy, effortless step to fall in love. Though Amaryllis had never considered herself particularly religious, she began to thank Andraste each evening for giving her something she thought she’d never have - true love.

Major decisions Mages or Templars - Sided and allied with the mages, because she considered herself to be one of them. Hawke or Stroud - Left Stroud in the Fade, even though she believed the Wardens would have greater need for him, because she owed Hawke for avenging the death of Paulette. Grey Wardens - Chose to ally with the Wardens, believing that they would be needed on the small chance that Corypheus triggered a Blight. Halamshiral - Reunited Empress Celene and Briala, because she did not trust Duke Gaspard, and because she thought that it was the best way to benefit the elves. She recruited Florianne as an agent, and placed her in Leliana’s unbreakable grasp. Temple of Mythal - Completed the rituals, both because they made her curious and because she trusted Solas’ advice. She was awed by the Sentinels, though aggravated that they seemed indifferent to the threat of Corypheus, though she did ally with them. She drank from the Well, not trusting Morrigan enough to give her the knowledge that the Vir Abelasan had.

Trespasser Amaryllis was incensed by the claims of the Exalted Council, and angered by how quick they were to dismiss her deeds, knowing how much blood had been shed for the nobles who had barely lifted a finger to help. She and Bull laughed at the Viddasala when the Qunari woman tried to get Bull to join her side, and chose to release Ataashi, having great respect and fondness for dragons. When she met Solas, she was heartbroken and devastated, and couldn’t believe that the man she’d considered such a close and dear friend was not just not who he seemed, but that he’d also been the cause of everything. Though she knew what he intended to do, she still considered him a friend, and promised to show him that there were other paths he could take.

The loss of her arm grieved her greatly, but it was made easier knowing that Cullen, her husband, would always be there by her side. She chose to disband the Inquisition, believing that it would be needed in the days to come, even if it was overrun with his spies. She felt confident that by searching for new people, ones who Solas did not know, she could find a way to get him to see the light.

When introducing her mabari, Sir Barks-a-lot, she’d joke that when she first came across him, she’d been “disarmed by his charm and good looks.” Everyone groaned at the bad pun, but Varric included into his book anyway.

[wordmage-girl]

43 with penny x agatha?

You chose: falling in love with theirbest friend’s partner au.

Partner…in crime, right? (I’m sorry, I just couldn’t do it!*blubbery sounds of shame*) Watch Penny and Agatha fall in lurve in…

Double Agent, Double Date

“You are absolutely not allowed to come with me,” Baz said,emerging from the walk-in closet. He holds up two ties. “Blue, or green?”

“Why not?” Agatha whined from her blanket burrito in Baz’sbed. She’d just returned from a week in San Diego, and still hadn’t readjustedto London weather.

Baz turned and fixed her with a steely eye. “Because Simon isa normal person, Wellbelove. Do you understand what that means? Do you?”

Agatha shrugged. “That he pays taxes?”

“That he doesn’t have the tools to handle a narcissisticgrifter with the conscience of an old hat and the hair of a Disney princess.”

“He won’t even notice that I’m there.” Agatha fluttered hereyelashes in a way that had convinced many a millionaire to part with hismillions.

Baz merely sighed. “You are not, under any circumstances, toaccompany me on my date.” He held up both ties again. “Blue, or green?”

“…blue,” Agatha said sulkily. “And the grey shirt.”

“Thank you.” Baz set down both ties and picked Agatha up,blanket burrito and all. Agatha shrieked, fighting to get an arm out, butcouldn’t free herself before Baz dumped her on the living room sofa. “I expectyou to put that duvet back where it came from,” he said, and strode back to hisroom.

“I’m going to rub jam into your pillow cases,” Agathamuttered.

“I heard that!”

Agatha managed to free her arm, and showed Baz’s living roomexactly what she thought of him.

~~~

“What if I mess this up?”

“You’re not going to mess it up.”

“But what if I do?”

“Simon, you won’t.”

“Oh god, this is going to be a disaster.”

Penny looked up from her report. “Why would it?”

Simon stared at her. “Are you kidding me?” He ticked off alist on his fingers. “I don’t know how to use the fancy forks. I’m going tostain this suit in five seconds flat. This suit makes me look like I’m havingmy bar mitzvah. And I’m going to make a dumb Fruedian slip, try to cover my attractionto our informant, and end up revealing the sting we’re planning to pull onNicodemus’s gang to the entire damn restaurant!”

Penny looked him up and down, then returned her gaze to thereport. “I think the suit looks good, actually.”

“Penny!”

Penny squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of hernose, pushing up her glasses in the process so that they magnified her eyebrowshugely. “It’ll be fine, Simon. You’re good at your job, you’re smart, and thatsuit can take worse than a few hollandaise stains.”

“But the forks!”

“Oh, nobody gives a damn about the forks,” Penny snapped.

Simon nodded mutely. He was pale where he was usually ruddy,and his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. If he’d been wearing ahoodie, the drawstring would be a sodden mess.

“You start from the outermost fork and work your way in.”

“Yeah, okay.” Simon nodded. “I can do this.”

Penny chewed her lip, and gave up. Magee would have her headfor it, but Magee would never find out. Besides, he was the one who’d assigneda newbie like Simon to this case. Battlefield experience did not mean he wouldbe any good undercover, damn it.

“I’ll come with you, if you like,” she offered.

Simon brightened, then shook his head. “You can’t.”

“I’ll use the department connections to reserve a table andsit somewhere out of the way. I won’t interfere. I’ll just be emotionalsupport, okay?”

“But Magee-”

“Screw him,” Penny said, thoroughly enjoying Simon’s shockedexpression. “Now get out of here already, or you’ll be late for your debrief.”

“Yes sir, Agent Bunce, sir,” Simon said, saluting crisply.

“Scram, army boy,” Penny said, smacking him with the reportin her hand. “I have to get ready too, you know, and I have work to do.”

~~~

Agatha perused the menu. It had been a while since she’dlast come to The Club, and she’d forgotten how pretentious the place was. Atleast it had been easy to get a table at the last minute. The name ‘Wellbelove’still opened a few doors, even tarnished as it was. As she’d made it. Whatever.

Finally deciding on the kimchi risotto and Gigha halibut,she tried to catch the waiter’s eye. When even a discreet wave didn’t work (alady never called attention to herself, and she was being a lady), Agatha grewbored. Instead of looking to her phone for amusement (because she was beingrefined), she opted for people watching.

The couple two tables over were clearly bored with eachother, and the man was at least thinking of cheating on his wife, if the way heogled the bartender was any indication. The old ladies sitting to her left werebeing extremely snooty about someone’s fashion choices, even though one of themhad blue hair and the other had her eyebrows drawn in so high that she lookedpermanently shocked.

Agatha glanced at Baz’s table. He and Simon had their headsclose together, and their body language clearly broadcasted sexual tension. Nowshe regretted the cookie crumbs she’d stuffed into Baz’s duvet. Of course,Agatha herself didn’t see the point of it, but Baz looked like he wanted toshag his date right slap in the middle of the restaurant. He would definitelybe taking Simon home.

Turning away from that amusing scene, Agatha looked aroundidly. The businessman by the potted plant was very grumpy for someone who waseating his way through an £18 eel soufflé. The pretty woman sitting at the barwas-

-was looking straight at Baz’s table, and was almostdefinitely a fed.

Agatha squared her jaw, all thoughts of dinner vanished. Shelet her gaze drift away naturally and took stock of the situation from thecorner of her eye. The woman’s dress was well tailored, but dull enough to beoffice garb, and quite unflattering. Her shoes were nice, though. Sensibleflats, which would make running easier. Her purse would definitely fit a gun,but it wouldn’t need to- Agatha would have bet the Hope Diamond that she waswearing a thigh holster.

So, there was a federal agent stalking Baz’s romantic date.A date he really, really wanted to go well. And he would be really, reallyannoyed if she interrupted him right now. His little heart might break, andAgatha couldn’t allow that.

There really was only one option. Agatha got up from hertable and crossed the restaurant to sit down right next to Ms. MI5.

“Hi,” Agatha said, smiling the smile that had convinced aduke to allow her access to the family vault. “Mind if I join you?”

“Actually, I’d rather be alone.”

“Oh, no one wants to be alone.” Agatha leaned in. “Look, I’mreally sorry about this, but that bloke over there is my ex, and he’s not anice person. I’d really appreciate it if I could sit with you. That way hewon’t bother me.”

The fed looked in the direction Agatha had pointed in, whereEel Soufflé Man was stabbing his meal with undue vigor.

“I suppose I can’t leave a damsel in distress.”

“Thank you,” Agatha said. “Oh, how rude of me. Meredith.Meredith Reed.” One of the credit cards in Agatha’s purse was under aMeredith Reed’s name.

“Penelope Bunce.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Penelope. Would you mind if I orderdinner? I’m starving.”

“Go right ahead.” Penelope flagged down the waiter with anod that charmed Agatha right down to her toes. “Excuse me? She’d like toorder, please.”

“Yes, madam,” said the waiter. “Would madam like a menu?”

Agatha considered her previous choices, and the effectsthose foods would have on her breath. “Yes, thank you.”

“Very good, madam.” The waiter shuffled away, and Agathaturned back to Penelope.

“How did you do that so quickly? I never manage to catchtheir attention.”

Penelope raised her eyebrows. “You just have to beassertive. Besides, I don’t believe that you have trouble catching anyone’sattention.”

“Well, it’s not usually a problem,” Agatha admitted, tossingher head.

Penelope laughed. “I like that you’re direct.”

Agatha shrugged elegantly. “Why be coy? I know I’mbeautiful, just like you know that you are.”

“Oh, I’m not…” Penelope made a valiant effort at blushing,and was saved by the arrival of the waiter with the menu.

~~~

Baz really, really wanted this meeting to go well. He wantedout of the Coven, and he wanted Nicodemus and his lieutenants off the streets.But most of all, he wanted Simon to succeed on this case, kiss him on anadrenaline high, and fuck him hard against a wall before never looking him inthe eye ever again.

Well, actually, he’d like a lot more domesticity and romanticcandlelight than that, but he’d take what he could get. Men like Simon Snowjust didn’t date men like Tyrannus Basilton Pitch the Third.

At first, the meeting had gone great, but Simon was growingmore and more restless. He kept looking towards the bar, and tapping hisfingers, and answering Baz’s questions with grunts.

Okay, the grunts were oddly attractive, but still.

“Is something wrong?” Baz asked.

Simon started. “Uh, no?”

“You look so guilty right now, I can’t even begin todescribe it,” Baz said. “Pull it together, Snow. Be a professional.”

“I am being a professional,” Simon said. “Look, uh, I haveto tell you something.”

I need you, right now, said Simon in Baz’s head.

“I asked my partner to come with me to this meeting becauseI was afraid I was going to screw this up,” Simon said in a rush.

Baz raised one manicured eyebrow. “Really?”

“I used the cake fork for the scallops,” Simon pointed out.

“Fair enough.”

“But she’s distracted, and she hasn’t looked at this tablein twenty minutes, and honestly I think the woman she’s talking to is one ofyour, uh, coworkers?”

“Where?” Baz demanded.

~~~

“And then he threw it straight out the window!” Penelopesaid, taking a sip of her wine.

Agatha was laughing so hard that she had to gasp for breath.“He didn’t.”

“He did! I looked for it afterwards in the bushes, and Ijust gave up, there were so many lying around on the ground.”

“Ugh,” Agatha said. “I’m glad I’ve never had that particularexperience.”

“You’d probably have more finesse than I did,” Penelopesaid.

“Well, as I’m asexual, I really think I wouldn’t.”

“You identify as ace?”

“That was… not the question I was expecting,” Agatha said,prompting a giggle from Penelope. “More along the lines of, ‘so you’re a plant?’”

“Well, I’d like to think I’m a little better informed than that,seeing as I identify as queer myself.”

“Still, you’d be surprised how many people-”

“Ahem,” said Baz, right beside her elbow.

Agatha whirled. “Oh, Basil! What a pleasant surprise!”

“Is it? Because I distinctly remember asking you not tostalk me on my date.”

Agatha waved a hand dismissively. “Potato, potahto.”

“That is the opposite of potato potahto!”

“Look,” Agatha said. “Maybe it is. Maybe I did the exactopposite of what you asked me to do. But I did it out of friendship. I wantedto make sure you didn’t screw this up!”

“Thank you for that vote of confidence,” Baz said drily.

“I,” Agatha said, with one hand over her heart, “am here outof the goodness of my heart. Because I care for you. Besides, you were so worried,I had to be here. For backup.”

Baz glowered at her.

The man behind Baz- undoubtedly Simon- put a hand on hisshoulder, and Baz relaxed a little.

“Come on, Baz,” he said. “She’s just trying to do what Pennywas doing for me.”

“You brought a friend too?” Agatha asked.

“I didn’t bring you!”

“Where is she? I would love to meet her,” Agatha said,ignoring Baz.

“Um, she just came to, um, make sure that my date wasn’t aserial killer. And left,” Simon said.

He was a terrible liar. “You know, you can’t tell if someone’sa serial killer just from looking at them,” Agatha said, her mind coming to afew conclusions. “And Agent Bunce here, if that even is her real name, wouldknow that.”

“It is, actually,” Penelope said. “Although I’m guessingyours isn’t Meredith Reed?”

“And that man wasn’t my ex,” Agatha agreed. “I’d like toknow what’s going on. Now.”

“I suppose,” Penelope said. “Simon?”

“I say we play this off as a chance meeting of friends andleave before we draw an audience,” Simon said.

“Agreed,” Penelope said. “Now, you boys pay, and we’ll pay,and then we’ll all leave and go somewhere else.”

“I choose the location,” Agatha said quickly. “I don’t trustyou.”

But, Agatha found, as Penelope nodded and called for thebill, she still liked her.

~~~

“So, you’re giving MI5 insider information on the Coven tobring down Nico?” Agatha crossed her arms, looking at the little circle offaces standing in the most neutrally located parking lot she could think of. “Anddating the agent you’re working with?”

“I’m not dating Simon,” Baz said.

“Oh, darling. You can’t con me.” Agatha frowned. “Well, noton this. I know your body language. Even if you’re not dating, you definitelywant to.”

“So the narc part doesn’t bother you?” Baz asked dubiously. “Justthe part about my love life?”

Agatha rolled her eyes. “Of course not. I’d be delighted totake down Nico and his bloodsuckers. And honestly, you need my help, becausethat boy of yours is a disaster.”

Simon shrugged, looking vaguely embarrassed. “Sorry.”

“Not so fast,” Penelope said. “How do we know that we cantrust you?”

“Agatha’s trustworthy,” Baz said. “As long as there are norich men with expensive tastes around, that is.”

“Or women.”

“Or women,” Baz added.

Penelope sighed and pinched her nose. “God, Magee will havemy head.”

“No he won’t,” Simon said. “I’ll back you up on this.”

“He does love you like the son he never had,” Penelopeadmitted. “Okay, Agatha. Baz will tell you how and when to contact us.”

“Or,” Agatha said, “Baz could take Simon home and you couldgive me your number.”

“Or I’ll just give you a burner phone,” Penelope countered.

“When would you give me the phone?” Agatha twirled a lock ofhair around her finger. “I’m guessing you don’t have one on you, and I’m notgiving you my address.”

“Tomorrow, ten in the morning, Notes at King’s Cross,”Penelope said. “…Wait.”

“It’s a date,” Agatha said, getting into her car beforePenelope could change her mind.

“It is not a date!” Penelope called after her. “It’s againstdepartment policy to date criminals!”

“Really?” Baz asked Simon.

“Nah.”

~~~

It was a date.

[phgq]

Baking helps family survive Covid-19 lockdown

#PHnews: Baking helps family survive Covid-19 lockdown

MANILA – When the going gets tough, the tough get going. For couple Myro and Jhoy Fernandez, baking helped them go through the tough times brought by the impact of the coronavirus disease 2019 (Covid-19) pandemic.

Fortunately, the couple from Barangay Muzon in Malabon did not have to start from scratch in their baking business as the two already had their "M.S. Baked Goods" up and running for some time, usually catering to family and friends craving for some homemade cookies, cakes, and pies during the holidays.

But with their funds running low as Myro's job as a teacher at a nearby private school was affected by the pandemic, Jhoy said they decided to bake and sell "pandesal", "ube pandesal", "Spanish bread", "putok" and "ensaymada" to the community.

"Paubos na kasi yung income tapos wala nang pumapasok kaya hindi namin alam kung kailan magkaka-work ulit si Utoy (Myro's nickname) kaya kahit ayaw sana namin kasi delikado kasi madalas lalabas para bumili ng ingredients tapos mag deliver. Wala naman kaming choice, ayaw naman namin i-asa kay Nanay lahat ng gastos. Kaya iyon dasal nalang at tiwala na makakaya namin kahit may pandemic (We are slowly running out of funds out since no one was able to work during the lockdown and also, we have no idea on when 'Utoy' will be called to report to work again. Initially, we are scared to bake as it would mean we will be out often buying ingredients for our baking business and delivering items to the customers. We have no choice as we don't want to get our living expenses from 'Nanay' (mom). And thanks to prayers and trust to God Almighty, we managed to survive the pandemic)," Jhoy said in an interview on Monday.

Jhoy, a mother of two, was also pleased to note that their baked goods were received warmly by family, friends, and their neighbors.

Right now, their average sales range from PHP700 to PHP9,000.

"Hindi pare-pareho yung naging benta, PHP700 pinaka maliit na benta tapos PHP9,000 pinaka-malaki panahon lang ng pandemic yan (Sales aren't uniform, our lowest was PHP700 while our biggest sale was PHP9,000, this took place during the strictest phase of the lockdown for the pandemic," she added.

Aside from fresh bread and other baked products, Jhoy said she also shifted to selling other items as a means to earn additional income during the quarantine period.

"Bukod sa tinapay, nag-aalok na din ako ng ibang paninda na kahit maliit lang yung maging tubo, pwede na din pag madami naman bumili lumalaki na din yung maliit kasi hindi naman parating may benta or may order ng madaming tinapay (Aside from bread, I also now selling other items even if the profits are small, that could go up if there are more orders, and besides sales or orders of bread are not always high,)" she added. (PNA)

***

References:

* Philippine News Agency. "Baking helps family survive Covid-19 lockdown." Philippine News Agency. https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1113965 (accessed September 01, 2020 at 07:34PM UTC+14).

* Philippine News Agency. "Baking helps family survive Covid-19 lockdown." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1113965 (archived).

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[emomcedgelord]

Female Trevelyan x Vivienne (with Sera, Josephine, and Varric, mostly because Varric is a crutch I use when writing any DA fic)

oh boi it’s been a long time since I’ve written anything, but i did get a request from @fandomwhut  that was very cute and was very gay so I agreed. Hope you enjoy.

“About Understanding”

Most people didn’t give Sera the credit she deserved. She willfully ignored what wasn’t important and carefully observed what was. And what was important was that the great and mighty Lady Vivienne had the biggest crush on one Inquisitor Trevelyan that every existed in Thedas. Really didn’t understand how no-one else notice either but then again they all had their serious glasses on. No fun for the Inquisition, that’s for sure.

Sera knocked at the Inquisitor’s door, seven or eight times at various levels, mostly loud, and then five more just in case the Inquisitor didn’t hear the first eight times. When she didn’t reply, Sera promptly let herself in.

“Inky! I’m here!” she sang, dancing into the Inquisitor’s personal quarters. “-for fun roof time! No cookies though, burnt ‘em all up in the oven.”

There was a few bumps and loud knocks before the Inquisitor came spilling out of her own closet, an arm full of clothes. She looked up to Sera with surprise.

“Sera, I am so sorry! I can’t today. I’ve been called upon to go into Redcliffe.”

Sera scrunched her face in distaste, before falling limply onto the Inquisitor’s bed in a heap. “Redcliffe, why that ol’ dung-heap?”

The Inquisitory piled clothes on her bed next to Sera. “If I’m to go to Val Royeaux in a few weeks, I have to have something suitable to wear. Vivienne says there is a nice dress shop in Redcliffe that will suit my needs.”

Sera flopped onto her belly, resting her chin in her hands as she gave the Inquisitor the toothiest smile. If she were any other person, she would find this suspect, but she knew exactly what Vivienne was up too.

The Inquisitor continued, pulling garments out of the pile and discarding them to the side if they were not to her liking. “She, of course, will be accompanying me on my trip, as she knows how to deal with the rabble in town and knows what will fit with the Orlesean fashions.”

“I’m sure she does,” Sera said, wiggling on the bed. It earned her a night shirt in the face, which she returned promptly by throwing it back into her face. “Why all this with your closet? It’s not like you’re going to a ball right now.”

The Inquisitory laughed, shedding the nightshirt onto the floor. “It’s Lady Vivienne. I have to look presentable, even on such a small outing.”

Sera snorted. “She could care less what you wear…” She paused, giving the Inquisitor the biggest grin she ever gave. “I’ve got an idea, cancel the date. Invite her up here instead. That way you don’t have to wear anything.” She wiggles her eyebrows to the further the insinuation.

The Inquisitory blushed, rummaging in her pile of clothes more furiously now. “Sera, I don’t know what you mean!”

“Sure you don’t!” Sera said, throwing another shirt at her friend.

“Nothing more about that Sera!” The Inquisitor, said catching it mid air before promptly changing the subject. She held the shirt up to herself and modeled it. “What about this one, Sera?”

“Nope. No. This is boring.” Sera just about rolled off the bed and out the door. Definitely not gonna get stuck watching the Inquisitor try on shirts for an hour, not when there were trinkets to hide and pranks to pull. She would just have to figure out Vivienne was trying to woo her on her own time.

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Josephine was the next to notice.

“You’re going another trip with Madame de Fir?”

The Inquisitor nodded, the accusation going straight over her head, poor thing.

“To Val Royeaux again. Apparently there is a Countess who wants to meet with me to discuss… to be completely honest, I didn’t understand what Vivienne was asking of me. But she said she prefered my company on the long trips and my presence at the court was absolutely necessary.”

Josephine smiled, trying to keep her expression more or less neutral, scribbling notes onto her paper. “Of course. Shall I put some money aside so that you may take tea in the properest of places, Inquisitor?”

“That would be lovely if it could spared. Vivienne says I must be seen when I am in Val Royeaux…” she trails off, her mind wandering as it often did.

Under her breath Josephine adds. “And you must be seen mostly by her, I assume...”

The Inquisitor breaks from her reverie to look up at Josephine. “What was that?”

“Oh, it was nothing, just talking to myself.” She smiles again before scribbling a few more things into her book. “Important Inquisition notes, you know.”

Lady Trevelyan nodded, not quite understanding, but knew enough to take her leave of the diplomat. Why people were always whispering when she was right there was beyond the Inquisitor.

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“I didn’t think she was afraid of anything. But she did insist I put my tent near hers when she traveled through the Hinterlands. She said ‘I’ll be able to sleep at night knowing you are close to protect me.’” The  Inquisitor whispered, still managing to mimic Vivienne’s accent flawlessly.

“Really…” Varric said, his fingers itching for his pen, but it’s a little more difficult when you’re literally in the middle of hunting a bear. He locked another bolt into Bianca and trained his sight on their target. It wasn’t a great time to catch up, but who had any of that lately, especially with the Inquisitor leaving to take trips with Vivienne all the time. So, Varric got creative. He was used to that at the very least.

The Inquisitor steadied herself on her staff, her hands motioning in the air in preparation for a spell. “Was that some sort of Orlesian double speak? Does she not trust me?”

Varric thought about telling her but the moment passed. “Seems a little odd, but you could try talking to her about it.”

“I desperately want to, but I’m afraid I’ll say something wrong. I can’t afford to lose her, Varric. She’s very important to me.” The spell in her hand charged up, but before she let it loose, she added an addendum to her last comment. “... to the Inquisition, I mean. I don’t think we could afford to lose her.”

Her swallowed a laugh as the bolt sprung from Biance into the bear “Oh, that won’t happen, I promise.”

“You think so, Varric?” She drips with sincerity, not something Varric would think the Iron Lady was into, but to each their own he supposed.

“I have no doubt,” he said, before they both sprang into action. The rest of that conversation would probably have to wait.

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Vivienne invited her to tea at least twice a week. She said that Inquisitor was about the only person in Skyhold capable of holding an interesting conversation. She nearly volunteered (if what she did could be considered volunteering) to go with the Inquisitor to close rifts, saying it was nice to see a mage nearly as talented as she at work. Vivienne asked her to join her at other meals, and even asked her opinion on certain courtly matters. It was all flattery though, and Inquisitor Trevelyan knew exactly how these Orlesians worked. She would not be another victim of the Orlesean court.

Falling victim to Vivienne on the other hand… Now that, she certainly wouldn’t mind, not that she was Vivienne’s type. No, she certainly wasn’t a Duke.

The Inquisitor entered a small study, a music room perhaps. Although all the chairs and instruments had been set to the side to leave a small space in the center of the room.

“You mentioned at tea you did not know how the Orleseans dance and I can’t bear to let you embarrass yourself in front of the entire court.”

The Inquisitor fought to keep herself from frowning. That… seemed like an insult. It was probably an insult. Still, she took it in stride. “That is very kind of you Lady Vivienne, but Josephine has hired instructors for just that cause. You don’t need to waste your time…”

Vivienne took the Inquisitor by the hand, pulling her swiftly into a dancing position. “I never waste my time, Inquisitor.”

The Inquisitor stood at stark attention, watching as Vivienne began to count. “Oh, we’re starting now, okay, I-”

Instead of replying, Vivienne began to lead, a steady count as well as simple instructions the only things leaving her mouth.

She straightened and twisted as per Vivienne’s instructions, until her words only became a rhythm in which they danced too. It was almost too easy to dance with her, and the Inquisitor didn’t even notice she had begun to trail away, losing herself in the moment.

“Inquisitor, you seemed to have disappeared. Which is very rude when I so rarely get you to myself.”

They slowed to a stop and the Inquisitor felt silly just standing there motionless. “I-I’m sorry, I thought-”

“It’s apparent that you were not, darling,” Vivienne said simply.

The Inquisitor dropped her hand, only then noticing she’d been holding it the entire time. Silly, but it had been nice. Just something nice. Why wouldn’t Vivienne let her have just that? She took a step away, her gaze falling towards the ground.

“I don’t understand why you’re doing this!” She let out, her cheeks immediately turning a bright shade of pink.

Vivienne just laughed, taking a step towards the Inquisitor. “I thought better of you, darling. You’re smarter than the rest. I thought you knew.”

The Inquisitor squeezed her eyes shut, taking in a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I just don’t understand…”

Vivienne took another step forward and wrapped her hand around her waist. “Inquisitor… I certainly didn’t ask you here to teach you dancing.”

The Inquisitor knew what she wanted to happen, Vivienne so close, staring right into her eyes. But of course, she was the Inquisitor and this was Vivienne de Fir. Women like Vivienne did not kiss women like her.

But in those moments, their eye contact did not break and she noticed Vivienne leaning in closer, pulling her closer until their lips touched, and even then the Inquisitor could barely comprehend.

The kiss lasted for more than a few moments, especially after the Inquisitor realized it was not a joke.

In fact, the kissing lasted a very long time.

She was, however, the first to step back, to look away demurely.

Vivienne the Inquisitor’s chin in hand and looked her straight in the eyes.“And now you understand, my dear Inquisitor.”