#Satinalia

[avernusreject]

All I'm saying is purple crow Rook and Teia would go so hard during Satinalia. Meanwhile Viago is absolutely getting dragged around as the self imposed chaperone

[theluckywizard]

Kiss Me Moonstruck, Ch. 9: Mistakes are Made

Hawke x Trevelyan | Dragon Age 2 | Matchmaking Mischief | Fluff and Smut | Fish out of Water | Romantic Comedy

Gif by dearest-and-nearest

Chapter Summary:

Rose stews in the delights of The Hanged Man. Garrett enjoys himself a little too much.

Fic Summary:

Smashed together in a matchmaking scheme cooked up by their enterprising mothers, Garrett Hawke and Rose Trevelyan are forced to endure one another for a whole week over Satinalia at the Hawke Estate. Rose hears he’s a swashbuckling treasure hunter, as wild as he is handsome and as ill-bred as he is rich. Garrett suspects she’s a brat of an ingenue by the string of rejected marriage proposals behind her. Determined to prove to the other that they could not be less compatible, they quickly find their mothers’ plot might be working better than they thought.

Excerpt under the cut 👇

Garrett’s friends seem to be kidnapping her.

“Just bring her back in one piece,” calls Garrett, watching her go with his arms crossed. Rose peeks at him over her shoulder, watching as Garrett is promptly solicited for another dance by a woman squeezed perilously into a bodice with her shoulders out. Rose wonders what it is about the partial outfits in these parts. It’s Firstfall. When Garrett declines, the most absurd sense of relief crashes through her.

“Something tells me you’re thirsty,” says Isabela, sweeping Rose along to the bar, her jewelry clinking as she slinks along. Elbow on the bar, the woman studies Rose with an incisive smirk that leaves her sure she’s about to be dissected five ways.

“So you’ve come to stake a claim, have you?” says Isabela, catching a bottle that comes sliding down the wet bar. She stands and leans into the barkeep’s space to claim three tiny tin cups for herself. Isabela lifts her chin in the direction of Garrett. “Ladies have been queuing up for him since he struck it rich. Even before.”

Rose searches for the right retort as the woman pours three fuming cups of whatever is in that bottle.

“There’s no need for blushes,” says Isabela. “I’m a fortune hunter myself.”

Merrill looks dazzled. “Are you a pirate, too?” She glances between Rose and Isabela. “Oh— you meant something different.”

Rose levels a frosty look at Isabela. “This isn’t my scheme. I’m just trying to make it through the week without collapsing under the weight of my boredom.”

Beneath a trenchant stare, Isabela nudges a brimming cup toward Rose. “I’ll toast to that. A drink for the stout-hearted.”

Well she won’t let a little liquor cow her. Rose throws back the booze. A pathetic croak pops out of her before she coughs once, her eyes stinging and watering. Rose glances between Merrill and Isabela who watch her with equal interest though Merrill only peeks over the top of delicate sips of the same stuff while a feline smile spreads across the pirate’s face.

“You claim you aren’t here for Hawke, but that doesn’t explain the dancing. The smiles. The utter unwillingness to partner with anyone else.”

“I think he likes her,” offers Merrill. But the pirate is playing a deeper game, one beyond the elf’s callow suppositions.

Rose huffs. “Can’t a woman flirt without it becoming an entire romantic plot?”

“Of course. Flirt. Frolic. Fuck,” says Isabela. She lingers over that last word with such suggestion that she practically tills the idea into Rose’s mind.

“A romantic plot sounds lovely, though, doesn’t it?” says Merrill, becoming the second person to pick up Rose’s braid, stroking it in curious admiration.

Isabela appraises her again, the bottle tinging beneath her fingernails. She refills Rose’s cup.

“Still. By my standards you’ve entered shit-or-get-off-the-pot territory.”

“What does shit have to do with anything?” Merrill whispers to Rose. But Rose is busy searching for Garrett’s head towering over everyone else’s, lifting her chin to peer over other guests that press toward the bar, squeezing into spaces on either side of her and the other two. Something small inside her crumbles when she doesn’t find him.

“He’s just there,” says Merrill helpfully, pointing to a table. Garrett sits flanked by other revelers in affable conversation, gesturing with their cups. Transfixed by the way he drops his head when he laughs, by his waggish slouch in his chair, by all the ways he’s scrappy round the edges, Rose flushes. He looks up, spearing her with a dashing smile across the mayhem and then raises his tankard to her. She answers with her tiny cup.

“Just look at that mushy face,” says Merrill, her affection for him plain.

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[zenjestrr]

dave hype q&a: 7, 15

7. One thing revealed so far that you're a fan of: the stuff I'm hearing about the character creator and how we can make our Inquisitor 15. Unpopular opinion: I really don't think I have any spicy takes. there are 2 camps with regards to DA4: the Origin purists who hate it because it's not Baldur's Gate 2.5 anymore and the people who like...got over the fact that it's not Baldur's Gate 2.5 anymore and care more about the story and are hyped for the game. Unpopular opinion for the Origin Purists™: the series has always had dark elements and has always had goofy elements. DAO had literal rape, slavery, wanton violence, and morally gray choices yes, but it also had a neurodivergent caricature whose most famous line is "enchantment?", a snarky paladin letting out the line about licking lampposts in the winter, FINE DWARVEN CRAFTS, the gay blacksmith couple, Zevran, this scene:

Unpopular opinion for the people that only care about the story: I am not the biggest fan of the gameplay so far. it's very possible that it'll "feel" good when I get it in my hands and if I play it at higher levels or more difficult encounters but it looked like I could turn my brain off. it looked like I'd rather this be a cutscene so we can keep the plot moving. I HIGHLY dislike the fact that weapons are locked to specific classes. I miss the fact that in Origins you can run weird builds that worked like a rogue with a greatsword or an archer mage or a dual wielding warrior. this severely hampers my desire to replay this game if every time I play a class it's gonna feel exactly the same. every rogue has to use daggers, every warrior has to use a sword and shield or 2h, every mage has to be a pew pew blaster. I liked the one build I set up in Origins where i roleplayed some Avvar who got kidnapped by the templars and used a maul to bash things and would only switch to magic to shapeshift into a fucking bear. a mage that dumped all her points into Strength. or a dwarf noble rogue who was all about backstabbing, literally and socially, but wielded a big fuck off claymore (I was surprised 2h weapons had backstabbing animations) because a royal dwarf had to keep up the appearance of a warrior. but with combat being so limited I can't do any creative builds. every class will have its cookie-cutter build that I'm forced to play with the only difference being the specialization, which means there's really only 9 ways to play the game and that sucks. but again, that take is incredibly popular among the Origins fanboys so again I don't really have any hot takes

[kiastirling-fanfic]

The DAFF Satinalia Exchange has been revealed! This is the piece I wrote for @nirikeehan, featuring her Inquisitor, Thalia Trevelyan.

With Samson in custody, Thedas clamors for justice. The problem is that after Thom Rainier was pardoned Thedas no longer trusts Inquisitor Thalia Trevelyan to be the one to oversee that justice. On the precipice of victory over her enemy Thalia must once again prove herself in the political arena or risk losing all support, and she must do so without compromising her morals.

Pairing: minor Cullen/Trevelyan Word Count: 3668 Status: Complete Rating: T Important Tags: Politics Content Warnings: brief mention of some squicky body horror stuff regarding red lyrium, mentions of addiction/withdrawal

[jacklyn-flynn]

Bringing you my OG Inquisitor Dejah Lavellan for day 2 of my family dinner Satinalia series!

“You have a beautiful family, Camen,” Dejah said wistfully, leaning against her brother and resting her head on his shoulder. 

“So do you,” he replied with a chuckle. “You and Cullen make a handsome couple, even if he is a human.” 

Dejah snorted softly in amusement. “Father started talking to him, so that’s an improvement.”

“And for Satinalia too,” Camen pointed out, “will wonders never cease?” 

“You seem to enjoy being a father yourself,” she posed quietly. 

“Very, very much,” he replied without hesitation. “I mean, look how adorable she is.” Camen gestured toward his daughter as she continued to pile flowers into Cullen’s patiently cupped hands and counted in a mix of common and dalish. “Once you’re ready, I know you’ll both be-” 

“I’m pregnant.” Dejah blurted out. 

Camen stiffened and went silent. “You aren’t happy.” It wasn’t a question to confirm his suspicions. He could hear it in her voice. “Does he know?” 

She lifted her head from his shoulder, shaking it. He shifted in his seat, turning toward her. “I may have misrepresented our stance on kids as a couple,” she admitted. “I didn’t mean to get pregnant. Obviously the witherstalk failed me. Since…everything, it hasn’t been unusual for me to miss a month or two so I didn’t think anything of it until Cole said something.” 

“Cole is the spirit?” At her confirming nod, he sighed. “You both wanted kids before, what makes you think he’s changed his mind?” 

“When I was recovering, I overheard him telling Josephine that he didn’t want children. He didn’t think I would be able to handle them.” Even though they were talking in Dalish, she whispered as if afraid he might hear them. 

Camen’s brows furrowed and he glanced at Cullen who was now letting his niece messily braid the gathered flowers into his hair. “That…Dey, that just doesn’t sound like him. Are you sure he didn’t just mean in the near future?” 

“I’ve been too afraid to ask.” Already on the brink of tears, she avoided looking at Cullen, especially as he interacted with the toddler.

“How far?” Camen asked, taking her hand and squeezing it reassuringly. 

She took a steadying breath. “Ten weeks, maybe eleven.” 

Camen huffed in surprise. “He’s gonna figure it out soon. You need to tell him. Today.” 

“I know,” she said with a groan, head falling back. 

“No, I mean today is the perfect day. Finding out he’s going to be a father on Satinalia would be a gift he will remember for the rest of his days.” He could still see the doubt in her eyes. “You were on the brink of death, Dey. I’m sure he was struggling to process a lot of chaotic feelings. There are risks with childbirth and putting you in danger when he was so close to losing you at any minute would have been far too agonizing to think about. But you’re alive and healthy.” 

“I would be surprised if he hasn’t given it more thought since then. If he’s gone back to wanting kids, and didn’t know you heard him, I can see why he wouldn’t bring it up specifically. But you should. I swear to you, he won’t be upset.” 

“You don’t know that,” she accused with a frown. 

“I do,” he argued, looking pointedly at Cullen again, making her follow his gaze. Cullen was watching her and clearly noticed her distress. His brows were furrowed and concern darkened his eyes. “Emm'asha needs a nap.” Camen stood, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t make yourself sick over this.”

He walked toward his daughter, each step faster than the last so that he was almost sprinting when she noticed him coming. She squealed in excitement and held up her arms so that Camen could sweep her up into his. Even with the nervousness bubbling up in her stomach, she couldn’t help but smile at the little girl’s contagious laughter. 

Cullen immediately stood, stalking toward her with determined purpose, all while shaking flowers out of his hair. She stood and wrapped her arm around him. He slid his hand to her lower back, the other cupping her cheek when she lifted her head. “Are you in pain?” 

“No, vhenan.” At least, no more than usual. She would swear she could feel the soft cotton of his shirt with her missing hand. “But, something has been bothering me and I should have talked to you about it months ago.”

“Months?” Cullen almost choked on the word. “Yes, you should have. Please, talk to me.” 

“When I was recovering, I heard you talking to Josie about children,” she started hesitantly. He listened patiently and nodded. “You said you didn’t think I could handle them. Do you not want children with me anymore?” 

His mouth opened in surprise then snapped shut again. Finally, he was able to find his words. “I remember that conversation and I’m surprised you do. You were in and out of consciousness in those early days. You missed half of it.” Glancing around, he frowned. Members of her clan, preparing for the feast, roamed everywhere. 

Taking her hand, he led her a short distance to the edge of the forest. “A bunch of the kids in Skyhold made you a banner and paper flowers and they kept asking to see you but I told Josephine that I didn’t want children around you so soon.” Her heart jumped up from the bottom of her stomach. “You’d almost died less than a week earlier. I didn’t think you were in any state to handle all of their questions and nervous energy. Frankly, I wasn’t either.” He brushed his thumb over her cheek. “Of course I still want children with you.” 

Dejah laughed and pressed her forehead to his chest. All of the tension melted away to reveal the excitement and joy she’d been trying to find. Cullen pressed a kiss to the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her. 

“You can talk to me about anything, sweetheart. Don’t hide how you’re feeling until you can’t stand it anymore. If I had known you overheard us…” he trailed off guiltily. 

“In that case, there’s something else I have to tell you.” Looking up, she blinked back tears of overwhelming relief. .

“Maker’s breath,” he groaned, brushing the wetness from her cheeks, “is it that bad?” 

“No. Well, not unless you had your heart set on waiting for a while. I’m pregnant.” She waited for her words to sink in. 

The hand on her cheek stilled. “Right now?” he asked, swallowing hard. 

““For about two and half months, actually. Happy Satinalia, Cullen,” she said with a laugh that was both happy and nervous. 

“Dejah, I-” Cullen shook his head in disbelief and then kissed her when nothing else came to his tongue. “I love you,” he said finally, pressing his forehead to hers.

“I love you too, ma vhenan,” she murmured quietly. 

He chuckled, tucking her hair behind her ear as he looked down at her. “Your father just started acknowledging my existence. He’s going to want to kill me again.” 

“He can try.” She kissed his cheek, wrapping her arm around his neck. “I saved the world from Corypheus. I can definitely protect the father of my child. Besides, Camen likes you and his opinion matters far more to me.” 

“Dejah, you have to stop that,” Cullen groaned, though he made no move to pull away from her. 

“What and why?” she murmured in his ear before kissing the hollow behind it, her fingers threading through his hair. 

“That. Touching me at all. Maker’s breath, you just told me you're having my baby. I want to throw you onto the nearest bed and ravish you.” 

“That sounds delightful!” she exclaimed, lifting one leg to hook it over his hip. As if on instinct, he hooked his hand under her bent knee to support her. 

“No!” Cullen said sternly, even as he gripped her hip and pulled her closer. “We have to attend a feast with your entire clan in less than an hour.” 

“Do you think we’re the first couple to sneak away on Satinalia? Besides, next year we won’t be able to sneak anywhere,” she pointed out. “Call it a pregnancy craving.” 

Chuckling, he swept her into his arms. “Who am I to argue with that?”

[the-northern-continent]

Call me Thedas’ second moon, Satina, the way I’m about to ✨ mysteriously vanish ✨

🌝 Happy Satinalia everyone! 🎊

[warpedlegacy]

Chapter 12 of While Time Remains is up! It’s the Feastday festival, and Theresa is determined to enjoy herself.

She shakes off the sensation of being watched, and takes a knee beside Cullen as he genuflects before the altar, hands clasped and mouth moving in automatic prayer. Though she cannot hear them, her mind fills in the words–an old habit she’s never managed to break. As reflexive as the call and response she hears repeat itself ad infinitum behind them.

“Maker be with you.” “And also with you.”

She stares up at the statue of Andraste before them. A modest one, comparatively, but she can see the signs of devotion in the recently scrubbed stone, the freshly painted lines of her robes. She is posed with outstretched hands, palms up, as opposed to the more popular sword held aloft, proud and aloof. She is open, compassionate, welcoming the offerings of flowers and incense and coin that have been left for her.

A strange stillness overtakes her. Not peace, but a detached sort of watchfulness, as if waiting for the world around her to answer some unspoken question. It doesn’t, of course. And when Cullen finishes his prayer and lights his candle, she does the same. Instead of prayer, however, she has only vain hope to offer up. Although, she supposes, there is only the thinnest of lines separating the two concepts. A line as thin as the Veil.

[knuttydraws]

I'm slowly getting back to life after a flu, so I can publish more of my Satinalia exchange pieces. As per usual, Solona and Cullen for @kittynomsdeplume in what was a very quick and sneaky treat 😆

[greypetrel]

I was mindlessly scrolling Instagram and I saw this MARVEL.

Peak Raina energy, look at this she would definitely knit one for herself and call it the very reason she ever learnt knitting for.

And of course I had to.

She's very proud of herself, what does it mean it's improper oh come on who even care, it's glorious and yes I'm ready to go to the Gallows why do you ask, Cullen's gonna LOVE IT. (He isn't.)

[plisuu]

I participated in my first Dragon Age exchange for the holidays this year! I got to draw my lovely friend @melisusthewee​ her inquisitor Quinn and his post-trespasser boyfriend Morris <3 

You can also check it out on my AO3, and view the whole collection there as well!

[melisusthewee]

Beyond the Veil’s Satinalia Exchange 2022!

Another year goes by and another Secret Santa comes to a close!  This year continues the tradition of niche rare pairs!

I was only able to create one thing for this year’s exchange, but I moved the furthest outside my character comfort zone I ever had all for the sake of the wonderful @rosella-writes​.

Title: Ode to River Dane Pairing: Loghain Mac Tir & Kieran Characters: Loghain Mac Tir, Cole, Kieran, Morrigan, Virelan Lavellan Rating: G Words: 1,014 Summary: A lot of things are said about Warden Loghain, and somehow all of them are true.

Read it here on AO3!

I also received two fantastic gifts this year that I have been anxiously waiting to be able to share with everyone!

It’s Always Been You - by @plisuu​

First and foremost is this beautiful artwork by Sterling of my rarest of rare pairs that has just absolutely re-ignited and inspired all the Morris & Quinn drabbles that have been on here lately.  Just two childhood friends to lovers to distant acquaintances to lovers again.  Finally reunited after all the Inquisition and post-Trespasser/DA4 drama.  Because Morris deserves good things, and maybe Quinn Trevelyan deserves to retire in the Free Marches countryside with a gentle painter and his bees.

Inevitable - by @jarakrisafis​

If anyone saw Jarak write a piece about Solas and spirits and a human Inquisitor... no you did not. ;)  This is a fantastic drabble on the inevitability of conflict and pain between two men.  In this house, we don’t have redemption for Solas.

[theluckywizard]

WIP Whenever!

Thank you for the tag @greypetrel! Here's another bit of my matchmaking Satinalia distraction fic which I have now named (woo!) Kiss me Moonstruck. Rose Trevelyan has sneaked out of her guest quarters at the Hawke estate and is heading with Hawke to the Hanged Man in Lowtown and this relatively sheltered noblewoman is just 👀👀👀 over everything. ****

Rose isn’t exactly sure what she should have expected. A bid for freedom is about as far as she got with her calculus. It was senseless, she had to admit, having been admonished by Garrett Hawke’s pitying snicker when she announced she was going to wander around Kirkwall at night.

But following alongside him, she feels safe enough to gawk at everything with wild curiosity. Unlike the stillness of Hightown, Lowtown teems with activity after dark. She tries to tease the early Satinalia skullduggery from the usual bustle, but it’s impossible. Aromas of roasted nuts and sizzling sausages drift through the falling snow from purveyors jammed up along row homes carved from tuff.  Obvious prostitutes with theatrically painted faces have staked out spots along the small market square with closed up stalls, flaunting their wares with bumps of their hips and perfectly timed lifts of their skirts. They holler their come ons at Rose, offering to make her sing louder than Serah Hawke ever could. Their familiarity with him is both jarring and somehow completely unsurprising. Hawke waves their taunts off.

“My uncle’s house is just around the corner,” he notes. “I got to know my neighbors quite well.”

“There’s a joke there that I’ll keep to myself,” she says wryly. Garrett shakes his head with a smile.

“They don’t like me,” he explains. “I had a few dust ups with their keepers that made things more difficult for them. I was— trying to help— and somehow I made things worse.”

“Trying to be their white knight or something?”

“Or something.”

An urchin child runs parallel to them with an armful of laurel and elfroot crowns for Satinalia, soliciting their attention with compliments and colorful descriptions of whatever they have on offer. She has to admire her tenacity, her expression animated behind streaks of dirt. So much life hidden under raggy, threadbare layers that must barely keep her warm. Hawke leans low to whisper in Rose’s ear.

“Watch your back and watch your purse,” he says softly. She peers over her shoulder to see them being tailed by a few other pint sized denizens waiting for their moment. The would-be offenders try to look casual, but Rose winks at them to warn them off. 

“I’ll have one for me and one for the lady,” says Hawke, magnanimous in his address, holding up a shiny stack of coppers. “And if you tell your friends behind us to piss off, I’ll take the lot.”

The girl’s sudden excitement pops out in a little hop and she slips her armful of crowns onto Hawke’s arm before turning to the bunch tailing them and unleashing a torrent of curses, scrappy and colorful as a quilt.

“Isn’t that a bit much?” Rose asks, eyeing his evergreen adorned forearm.

“They can’t go home until they sell it all. Besides,” he says, tossing and catching a crown of greenery. “I can hand them out at the tavern.” He pops a crown onto her snowflake dusted hair, so fully accepting of her transformation and presence on this illicit mission to make merry, to thumb her nose at her mother’s expectations and edicts that her answering look is rather slushy with appreciation. She smiles up at him, warmed by the compassion tucked inside his savvy though he turns sharply to shoo away the pickpockets that hover a little too closely with a pretend kick.

Tagging @crackinglamb, @delicatefade, @zenstrike, @rowanisawriter, @bluewren and ANYONE ELSE. I want to see your projects (DA or no!) 🥰

[the-cryptographer]

It’s super crazy to me that the rarepair exchange for this fandom accepts any ship with less than ~300 fics, as per last time I checked, when I am constantly inventing new ship tags for this fandom.

[jacklyn-flynn]

To those of you who celebrate it, Merry Christmas!

This entry in my Satinalia week series is near and dear to my heart! A couple of Christmases ago, @charlatron and I firmly cemented my Hero of Ferelden, Briall, and her Inquisitor, Olivia, in the same world-state. 100% canon and I will die on that hill. As such, of course they'd see each other for Satinalia! Here's about how I imagined one of those dinners might go. Posted, of course, with Charlie's blessing, thank you! <3

Briall pulled the soft cowl of her sweater over her hand as she propped her elbow against the table, resting her chin on her palm. Sitting alone gave her the opportunity to commit every detail of the quiet moment to memory. She glanced through the doorway to the kitchen when she heard a smack, immediately followed by Olivia’s bright laugh. 

“You’re supposed to be helping me with the dishes,” she informed Cullen playfully. 

“I am helping you,” he insisted. 

“What you are is a pain in my ass,” her best friend replied, throwing a damp towel at her husband’s face. 

With a smile, Briall turned to find her own husband sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace with his legs crossed in front of him. Two toddlers were enraptured by his story, accompanied by flourishing gestures and character voices. The little boy chewed his fist with wide eyes while his sister stood on chubby, wobbly legs and supported herself by gripping his shirt. They were both far too young to understand what he said, but it didn’t seem to matter one bit. 

They were so captivated, in fact, that her nephew started to hiccup, his whole body bouncing with each one. The little girl was a spitting image of her mother, which was perhaps why it was so amusing when she gasped at one of Zevran’s exclamations and fell back onto her bottom with a squeal of amusement. 

She let the warmth of the cozy home seep into her soul. Their visit to the Rutherford household for Satinalia had been a wonderful idea and she was forever grateful that Cullen wasn’t too jealous of their history with his wife to allow them to stay.

“Are you okay, Bri?” Olivia asked, mistaking her contemplation for sadness. 

Briall looked up and smiled, taking the wine glass Olivia offered. “I’m fine!” she promised, 

“I was worried that being around the little runts might stir up some….things.” Olivia faltered for her last word, looking over at the trio by the fire. 

“No, it doesn’t bother me. A family was never in our future,” Briall said with a dismissive wave. 

Amused, Olivia snorted into her wine. “Sweetheart, you definitely have a family. This family.”

Briall looked over, taking a sip of wine. “Nice of you to say but you don’t have to go that far.” 

“Look, I say this with all the love in my heart but you tend to miss shit that’s right in front of your nose.” She set down her glass, leaning toward Briall slightly. “Also, when have you ever known me to lie, or even exaggerate, to spare someone’s feelings?” 

The elf’s brow raised as if to agree that she had a point. 

“I don’t take all this-” she gestured around the house, “-lightly. You aren’t here because you were a good lay. Fuck, if I invited everyone that gave me a good time in bed I’d need a much bigger table.”  

“Good?” Briall asked, narrowing her eyes in feigned offense. 

“Very, very good. Great.” Olivia closed her eyes for a moment with a wistful sigh. “Earth-shattering.” 

Briall chuckled. “Agreed, but don’t let your husband hear you say that.” 

“He knows my ‘earth-shattered’ face,” Olivia assured her friend who blushed almost immediately. Maker, she was still adorably innocent. “Oh, Cullen!” Olivia grabbed his hand as he walked by, jerking him to a stop in front of them. “Bri and Zev; friends or family?” 

He glanced between the two women, amber eyes pensive. “Is this a trick question?” 

“What? No!” Olivia exclaimed over Briall’s laughter. “You two are peas in a thick pod,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes with a long-suffering sigh. “This one seems to think that she and her murder-husband aren’t a part of our family and that we just invited them for….some reason I can’t fathom.” 

“Don’t let the twins hear you say that, they’ll be devastated,” Cullen said, glancing over his shoulder. He looked back at Briall sharply as a thought came to him. “Is this because of our history, in the Circle?” When they’d found out who had stolen Olivia’s triple-locked heart, it came to light that they’d both been in the same circle and there may have been some adolescent pining on both sides. And then there was Briall’s chance encounter with Olivia at the tavern in the middle of nowhere. And the subsequent trysts. 

But, that had been a long time ago and they were both very clearly devoted to their loving mates. 

“Yes, my love, that’s definitely the history she would worry might color your opinion of her,” Olivia scoffed, though she squeezed his hand affectionately. 

“Oh. Oh... Oh!” Cullen rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks now as red as Briall’s. He waved a hand. “That’s-” he cleared his throat, “-bonding activities?” 

“Bondage activities?” Zevran piped up hopefully from the fireplace. Cullen started coughing and Olivia choked on her wine, nearly snorting it out her nose. Briall looked around a doubled-over Cullen and was grateful to see Zevran had one side of each toddler's head pressed against his chest and covered their other ears with his hands.

“You’re going to get us kicked out!” Briall laughed, slapping Cullen’s back a few times until he could regain his breath and straightened. 

“Doubtful,” Olivia argued, “nothing screams 'traditional family Satinalia dinner' more than embarrassing the absolute hell out of each other.” 

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

Ranking the Veilguard companions Hookup Potential based on the kind of bed situation they have going on in the Lighthouse

(im in early act 2 so have no idea what further romance scenes are actually like, this is just jokin time without any romance spoilers. just pics of how their respective rooms in the lighthouse look and some basic characterization we know about them)

Taash: 8/10

In another game or the real world I would only rate this a 5 because they have no pillows or addition blankets. however they do have a real bedframe AND it's big enough for 2 which means the they are doing better than 90% of the rest of the Veilguard so this score gets boosted. And while there's not many blankets, there are plenty of braziers around the room to keep you warm, and Taash is probably their own miniature furnace to cuddle up to. Crucially, they also have a whole wheel of cheese next to the bed, which means you don't even have to leave the covers to get a snack after.

Lucanis: 1/10

Oh no. I'm not even going to comment on the pantry angle because everyone else asks him about that to begin with, so this is just about the bed. Unfortunately the bed is a cot made of uneven wooden planks with some blankets on top of it, and is only wide enough for 1. This is because Lucanis hates sleeping and doesn't want to do it, so the less tempting his bed is, the better for him. Unfortunately this means sleepover potential is dreadful and you will have to find alternate solutions. He does at least have another blanket to go over him and one that's presumably being used as a pillow, so, he gets a 1 instead of a 0, but I am still planning on gifting him coupons for a back massage for Satinalia.

Bellara: 4/10

This setup is perfectly fine for sleeping. It's the lighthouse standard little bed couch thing, has a mattress/cushion, is elevated off the floor, has a pillow, and she's got her blankets folded below. Perfectly serviceable for getting a good night's rest which we know Bellara is not because she forgot to sleep again. However, it's very much a one person sized setup. You might be able to cuddle for a while but if one of you unconsciously tries to roll over you are going right to the floor. Ouch.

Lace Harding: 5/10

You might be wondring "why is sleeping on the floor rated higher than bellara's" and the answer is because this means you are not rolling off the bed onto the floor. it's not going to be comfy but we are not ranking comfort here we're ranking sleepover potential. Harding has managed to make this space look homey and the canopy gives the illusion of being in a tent or canopy bed to help with that illusion. There are rugs down on the floor plus the blankets and pillows--we know Harding is used to sleeping on the ground due to her career as a scout, and I'm sure she can scrounge up more blankets to make the cushioning big enough for the both of you. Your back WILL hurt in the morning but you'll get to have a fun night first.

Neve: 3/10

Girl I know you can do better than this. Which means you're not trying to on purpose, so, live your life I guess. I will say this cot IS bounds nicer than Lucanis's--you can see its a stretched canvas or hide on a frame rather than wooden planks, so it will have a little more give. However they are not THAT much comfier which I know having slept on this modern equivalent many times. Neve also apparently has 0 pillows or blankets so you're out of luck there, as well as the problem of it only being wide enough for 1 again. This woman has too many other things going on to think about romance so your Rook is going to be the one improvising on that matter I think.

Davrin: 10/10

Now here is a man who has his life together. Double or queen size mattress, rustic bed frame he probably lovingly carved and assembled himself by hand, and not only are there sheets AND blankets AND pillows, they are are full on matching set and this knight in shining armor dutifully makes the bed every morning. There's also enough pillows for two! While the remains of a giant corpse is hanging above you all night, the spacing of the ribs still gives you lots of room above to manouver, so just don't worry about that. As a bonus you'll probably even have a baby griffon come to cuddle in the night which is such a cute thought we're going to ignore how much worse getting stepped on by a griffon foot would be than even the biggest fattest housecat trying to stand on your stomach at 4:30am. My one criticism of the setup here is that due to the bed's positioning if the person on the inside needs to get up in the night they'll have to awkwardly crawl over the person on the outside, however everyone else's bed situation is so dismal I'm not even going to subtract a point for that. Great work Davrin.

Emmrich: ???/10

Where... does this man sleep. Peepaw I KNOW you can't be sitting in that armchair all night you need your beauty rest!!! There are 0 beds or cots or floor blankets in this man's room. HOW am I supposed to break his pelvis if he has nowhere for us to lie down??? We can't risk that old man's spine on the cobblestone.

Wait... unless. No, surly not. I mean--jk. Unless...? 😳😳😳

is daddy necromancer gonna fuck me on the sacrifice slab... 😳😳😳🥵🥵🥵

Bonus:

Solas 11/10

does not matter where he actually slept bc once my inquisitor Gets Him again they WILL be fucking on top of the piano in front of the mural in his Yearning Room

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jokes about tuesday when thedas doesn't even use the same names of days we do (firstday, secondday etc)

out of all the lazy worldbuilding in dragon age, i think the funniest example is satinalia