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border-spam · 4 years ago

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1. Okay let's be entirely honest you know who I'm going to ask about: you got any headcanons or thoughts on the gay old men? Wainlock enjoyer brainrot is permament I tell you.

2. LL is poggers as fuck, keep up the good work. If I had half as much Power I'd be talking about my secret-ish rewrite all the fucking time. You're poggers too lol

3. What's your opinion on Angel Lives AUs? Do you have any favorite variation of them? Perhaps your own spin on things?

1: I have so many thoughts on the Gay Old Men of Bl3.

I've covered Winny and Alistair a few times before in regards to how I felt they were such a well done set of characters to be added as a new relationship in Bl3, but something I don't think I touched on before is.. them.. being old? Well not old old, past middle age at least, and that was SUCH a damn breath of fresh air in a franchise that is so fucking weird about letting characters actually age. What was so great about them was something I'll touch on with Lorelai in an upcoming ask too - they were so natural. They weren't something "weird", to point attention at or frame as a focal point, they existed naturally within the game world. Their age, Winny's bald spot and blind eye, Alistair's joint issues and overall missing limb chunks, they existed as part of the chars but weren't crutches or limitations for the storytelling for them. They didn't *matter*. Wainwright outran an enraged Troy, who's probably half his age, because he knew the terrain of his family home better than the demigod. He's slower and half blind but 100% as capable. Alistair and him bicker and complain at each other like an old married couple without it being broadcast as a negative, a "This is what marriage is players, roll your eyes and laugh" bullshit trope that's attached to married characters WAY too often even in modern content.

HC wise I have a little idea that both are quite stoic when it comes to chronic pain and the results of all those injuries over the years, and discussing them or even feeling secure enough to raise them is something both men feel is quite an intimate act - only done with people close and trusted.

Opening up about a badly healed shin or the way old shotgun shell scars still burn on bad evenings was part of the conversations they had as time passed and they grew closer, as a relationship formed, and both have a habit of showing tenderness towards ailments they *know* the other suffers with now that they are married. Shoulder rubs, unspoken gifts of soothing creams, little things like that - they seem like average signs of affection to onlookers, but the men understand the intimacy of what they really mean.

2: Awwwwww.

Awww :) You too pal, I need to catch up on that actually... gimme till tomorrow.

3: Angel lives AHHHHH

Ok so - I'll be to the point with this: I don't actually think there was any benefit to her dying from a story POV. I knowww, I knowww, a lot of people will prob disagree with that, but I genuinely think she could have brought more to the stakes of fighting against Jack while being alive than dead, and it was a genuine waste of a long term BL character with a MASSIVE amount of backstory and lore power that we really could have done with. Angel not dying, but being left no longer a real Siren after being disconnected from Eridium? Being brought back to Sanctuary by shellshocked Vault Hunters who just lost Roland AND Lilith at the same time they found out they'd been led on by Jack and this girl they know wasn't at fault.. but .. also know she kind of was? Tannis and her? TANNIS AND HER? A de-powered socialy stunted Siren spending time with a Sirentologist who wouldn't bat an eye at any of her social awkwardness and show non stop intense interest in her as a person? Holy fuck. An actual reason for her to give Tannis her powers when her ill health eventually claims her? I just think that would have been a far better arc ( having her use her actual technical know-how to hack into Hyperion cannon connections and launch moonshots to support you during the Warrior fight while her father rages at all of you), than dying there and then and just being gone. Seeing this girl fight to protect a town she feels she owes the inhabitants of, even though they understandably may never forgive her for what she caused? That's a good character arc - letting her die just to get focus away from her and onto Lilith and Roland after was janky as hell from a storytelling POV. Jack could have hated you just as much for "turning his precious daughter against him" as he did you "killing her."

#incursus #borderlands #borderlands 2 #borderlands 3 #hammerlock #wainwright #angel #tannis #lilith #handsome jack #spam-athon

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raymurata · 4 years ago

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Heroics

ZevWarden Week Day 6 Bloodstained clothes: Injury @zevraholics For context: This drabble takes place in my WayWard Heart universe (some chapter in a future not-yet-written), when Zevran and Alec, after having gotten close for a couple of months, end up breaking up for a while. Alec then has a short fling with Morrigan, which coincides with the first half of Nature of the Beast quest. This is where they’re at. <3

-------------------------------- Heroics

Thick, crimson-red blood spilled between Zevran’s fingers, his palm pressed firmly against the cut on his stomach in a futile attempt at keeping his guts inside.

Foolish. To try and push beyond limits. He should have known this would happen, but he hadn’t thought. Had he wanted to help the Dalish so much he’d acted without second thought? Or had he actually taken this opening to finally finish what he’d come to Ferelden to do?

He couldn’t make sense of it, and even less so as his lungs struggled to pull in any air. He curled up on himself, not sure what would happen next.

Would Alec even bother to heal him, this time? Probably not. If the cold shoulder the warden had given him the past few days was any indication, this was the end of the road for him. It was surprising that the warden had kept him in the party, after their fight. And what a waste… to have so heroically jumped on an ogre’s back and taken the creature out all on his own… for the warden.

Zevran’s head spun.

Andraste’s fucking tits! Had he done it for the warden? Had he hoped to fix what was broken like this? Impressing him?

Extremely foolish. Instead, he’d given the warden the perfect excuse to cut him loose. How easy it would be to just say… “There is nothing I can do.”

Please, Maker...

Nothing he could do.

“Zevran!” Screams. A woman’s voice. Who? “Alec! Alec! Zev’s hurt! He--” Leliana.

Air. Screams. Breathe! Air!

---

Pain, liquor, sweat. Zevran was burning. He screamed, or tried to, his voice caught in his throat. He couldn’t move a muscle. It hurt. There was blood, so much blood on him. He needed out. Out. Fuck.

Soft hands on him, ginger hair, soothing voice. “It’s alright, Zev. It’s ok. I’m here. It’s just a fever.” Alec. It must be the Fade again. If it was another demon, he did not need to worry. He knew no one better to deal with demons than his warden.

The Warden.

“You’ll make it, Zev. Trust me. Just… Here, here,” Alec cooed, giving him something to drink. “Just a little longer, just hang in tight.”

Zevran’s body wasn’t on fire anymore.

He closed his eyes.

Again and again he saw the warden in his dreams, flames in the forest. It was hot one moment, cold the next. He shivered, teeth clattered, and he curled up on himself only to wake up later wrapped in burning furs, sweat clinging to his forehead.

His whole body ached, and he failed to do anything but fall back asleep.

Alec washed sweat off his face with a cool cloth; helped him to his feet when he needed the privy. And then everything blurred again, demons spitting fire at the corner of his eyes. He sat on the back of a massive bear, the forest passing before his eyes. The orange sky turned blue out of a sudden.

What was real, what was the Fade? He couldn’t tell the difference.

---

Zevran woke up with something in his mouth. He coughed, choking out the drink, spilling it on his own chest. He propped up on his elbow, sharp pain in his stomach. Wynne sat at the side of his bedroll, a mug of water extended out for Zevran to drink. Frowning, but too tired to protest, he sipped the water, then gestured for her to give him a moment.

Sitting up as best as he could despite the pain, and despite Wynne’s attempt at getting him to recline once more, Zevran tried to clean up the mess he’d made on his own chest. He grabbed the nearest cloth and wiped out the pinkish colored drink he’d spilled. Its smell reached his nostrils and its taste finally registered in the back of his mouth, not fully washed away by the water. A health potion, or close. It tasted better, slightly tart, almost like… yogurt? But it was so very sweet, too.

“Wh--?” His voice came out hoarse, weak. He coughed again.

“You were badly injured, Zevran. It is best you rest a while longer before attempting to talk,” Wynne said, setting the water canteen aside and instead reaching for the bowl with the creamy health potion. He must have stared, because Wynne’s eyes also dropped to the drink, and she gave him a knowing smile. “It is a Dalish recipe, apparently. They make health poultices with halla yogurt. We’ve added ginger and honey because they’re good against fevers.”

Zevran looked around. Several herbs were piled up on a table. Two more bedrolls stretched out at the side of his. The elven man they had found injured in the forest lay in one of them, sleeping quite peacefully, looking rather healthy now. The other was empty, but bloodied. The stains were still quite red, quite fresh. The sheets were torn, and duck feathers were scattered around the bedroll. Whoever had laid there had probably gone beyond the point of saving.

“I rather thought I would be beyond the point of saving, myself,” he mused out loud. He looked past Wynne, at the open canvas of the tent. A pair of Dalish hunters talked just outside. He was back at their camp, and it was morning. “I imagine I was carried back, yes?”

“You and Deygan. Alec did not think he would be able to properly heal the both of you back in the wilds,” Wynne explained.

Zevran shook his head. “He turned back?”

“A temporary setback,” Wynne explained. “The Dalish Grey Warden has continued on with Alistair, and the rest of the party. Alec returned only with Morrigan, Sten and the two of you.” She pointed at Zevran and the sleeping Dalish hunter. “I believe they intend to resume the task when morning next breaks.”

“Ah,” was all Zevran managed to say. He tried to sit up again, only to find himself panting from that alone. Fuck. “My dear Wynne, how long has it been, might I ask?”

“The sun had just set yesterday when they arrived with you, but Alec told me he spent a good while getting you to a stable condition before they could carry you back. I would say you’ve been either asleep or unconscious for around four days? You’ve been battling a raging fever all of this time -- Alec kept you under spells for most of the journey.”

Zevran looked down at his stomach. Despite the pain at breathing, and the purple hue of his skin, there was no new scar to account for.

“And where is our heroic Grey Warden now?” Zevran asked, lacing his tone with sarcasm as not to give away the knot in his throat.

“He asked me to inform him as soon as you awoke, but he hasn’t slept a wink. Even when Lanaya and I offered to take over, he didn’t leave until your fever was down.” Wynne pressed the back of her hand to Zevran’s neck. “It’s still down, so I do not plan on waking him up just yet.”

Zevran blinked twice..

Why? Could there still be something between the two of them?

Zevran scoffed at himself, and shook his head. “You dare defy the Warden Commander’s orders, Wynne? Your fearlessness is truly your sexiest feature, my dear woman,” he said, sounding as flippant as he could muster.

“I might not be the interim Warden Commander, but I am still the senior Healer here,” she said with a small chuckle, fetching a piece of cloth and soaking it into a water basin. She wrung the cloth, folded it gently and handed it over to Zevran. “Not to say that he is doing a poor job as interim Commander. I do believe he made the right decision here. You would certainly have died out there, had he not. All things considered, however, I still worry over what exactly drove him to it. You understand that he does have many difficult decisions ahead of him, right? There might be a time when he must choose between continuing his task of ending the Blight, or saving a lover, and… We both know which the world needs him to choose.”

Zevran frowned at Wynne, his heart racing faster with each of her words. It seemed like a preposterous assumption, that. The warden had not, and would not, choose him over ending the Blight. And besides... “I-- My dear Wynne. Certainly you are aware that our handsome Warden has other fancies now, yes?”

“Yes, I--” Wynne sighed, shaking her head. “I must admit I do not understand you youngsters anymore. First, no one in camp can sleep thanks to you and him. Then, he takes to Morrigan's tent, of all people. Quite suddenly, might I add, and you do not seem even slightly fazed? That your fancies are all fleeting, I already knew, but some things do not add up entirely in this particular equation.”

Indeed, they didn’t.

He, too, would like to understand what went on in Alec’s mind.

Zevran slipped on the mask. “Ah, but Wynne, if you would like to better understand us youngsters, it would be my pleasure to show you, mm? Perhaps I could learn a thing or two from a mature woman like yourself, too?” He grinned lecherously, patting the bedroll next to him. Wynne rolled her eyes in distaste, but that did not stop him. “Perhaps that is why you chose not to wake the warden, yes? You wanted to be left alone with such a handsome patient as me. I can certainly understand that wish.”

Wynne groaned. “If you are well enough to be shameless, you are well enough to be left on your own, Zevran.” She put a cork stopper in a Lyrium vial and set it aside, then gracefully got to her feet. “Let me know if you feel unwell.”

He let out a sigh of relief when she exited the tent; his heart still racing wildly.

It didn’t add up. That Alec hadn’t cut him loose. That he’d split the party, turned back, and cared for him with such diligence. What now? He was still injured. Too injured to even get up, let alone resume their quest. Perhaps the healer in Alec had spoken louder. Of course. Alec would not have let an ally die. Alec would probably ask him to go on his merry way instead, now that he wasn’t going to be responsible for someone dying under his command…

Zevran tossed and turned, the pain increasing every time he rolled over. His breath got labored, his energy all drained by his thoughts.

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It was evening when he woke up again, feeling much better and much more aware of his surroundings. He sat up, fetched the damp piece of cloth by his bedroll and washed sleep off his face with it. He was barely done when he caught a glimpse of Alec’s silhouette through the canvas; a shiny light dancing around him.

He bit his lower lip, waiting, watching as the warden entered the tent.

“You’re awake,” Alec said, the wisp dimming in intensity once he was inside. “How are you feeling?”

It was the first time in days that Alec talked to him like that, in that tone. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he liked it and missed it. His throat knit, and no words came out of his lips.

Alec stepped closer, sat down next to him, and reached a hand out for his forehead. His palm was warm and soft, as Zevran knew it to be. “Fever’s really gone. Have you had dreams?”

“Have we faced any more sloth demons while I slept, my friend?” Zevran asked, going for a humorous tone. “Or were they Desire demons this time?”

Alec shook his head, withdrawing his touch. “Serious question, Zev,” he said, and his eyes were as grave as he sounded. “Have you had any dreams of Darkspawn? Dragons? Did you hear voices that didn’t make sense but you still got the feeling of what they were saying?”

“I-- No,” Zevran frowned. “I had regular dreams, I believe. Nothing of that nature.”

“Mm.” Alec had huge circles under his eyes. “Nothing at all of the sort? Tinglings in your veins?”

Zevran’s frown intensified, and an entirely puzzled look was the best answer he could give.

Alec’s shoulders sagged. He sighed. “Thank the Maker.”

“Have I lucked out?” Zevran asked playfully.

Alec scoffed. “Yeah. I guess. Your wound was pretty deep, and Darkspawn weapons can sometimes infect people with the taint, too, so I was worried you’d been tainted. I’ve been monitoring you, but you don’t seem to be showing any signs of taint decay.” As he spoke, Alec emptied and then refilled the water in the basin. “When Duncan was taking me, Skyler and Li Na to Ostagar, she was infected. You haven’t developed any of the symptoms she did, so I started to consider you might have resisted the Taint -- Which would make you a Grey Warden, actually.” He took the cloth from Zevran and sunk it into the basin. He cast a heating spell, and in seconds the water steamed. “There are some accounts of that sort of transition happening, but it is not quite the same as the Joining Ritual. For that, the Wardens need a drop of blood from the Archdemon… But, since I didn't see any back in Denerim, I'd guess the last vial of Archdemon blood in Ferelden was lost alongside Duncan, so it wouldn’t have been possible to put you through the Joining. It’s a freaking relief that you’re not tainted -- really. I wasn’t sure what I’d have done. I was already drawing up the path back to Ostagar… I figure Duncan’s body might still be there, and his possessions. But anyway. No dreams is another good sign.”

“I take it I have not turned into a fabled Grey Warden then, yes?”

“It doesn’t seem like it,” Alec agreed, a soft, even if tired, smile resting on his thin lips. “But if you do dream of dragons, you should tell me right away.”

Alec wrung the cloth and then gently placed it in Zevran’s hand. It was heavenly warm.

Zevran caught himself watching Alec’s lips, missing the warmth of his kiss.

Alec cleared his throat. “But you know, Zev… I’m not going to pretend I’m not mad at you,” he said, and Zevran’s heart dropped to his stomach.

So this was when Alec kicked him out of their party?

“You were in no position to taunt that ogre and handle it on your own. I asked both you and Leliana to give me cover in the air, and you fucked it up.”

“From where I stand, my friend, it seems it worked well, yes? Wynne tells me Li Na took Alistair and everyone else onward to find Witherfang. I am assuming I was the only one injured? Even if you were not such a skilled healer, it would have been only a minor loss,” Zevran said, chuckling at his self-deprecating joke.

Alec was unamused. “I already had Deygan to heal on my own -- You knew Wynne was back here, but you were reckless nonetheless. You sustained an injury that could have killed you or turned you into a ghoul, and you left me no choice but to turn back, even though you could’ve easily taken a different approach in that battle. We would still have won, and we’d be on our way without any delays. I need you to be more careful than this next time.”

Zevran scoffed. “Come now, my Warden. We all have made harsh decisions in the thick of battle before, have we not?” They had literally infiltrated Loghain’s army camp once, lured a whole horde of darkspawn on their own, stolen trinkets from merchants in the middle of Denerim’s market despite how risky it was to attract attention to themselves when they were wanted for treason. Now Alec was scolding him for recklessness? Anger built up in his veins. “And besides, you could have let me suffer the consequences, no? If it bothered you such that I made you turn back.”

Alec rolled his eyes. “Zevran. When are you going to understand? We’re friends.”

Friends. That again.

It was hard to register that any friendship could exist beyond a shared goal.

“Listen,” Alec said, “just rest, alright? We can talk later.”

Zevran swallowed dry, not moving his eyes from Alec’s.

The warden sighed. “It’s just… I’m just trying to tell you that you don’t actually help anyone by being reckless in battle. And, you know, I wouldn’t want to lose someone I see as a good friend. Even if I know this is a Blight and maybe we might all die--”

“Gruesomely,” Zevran added, needing levity, even if just a little.

“Gruesomely, definitely,” Alec agreed with a chuckle. “Ripped apart by a dragon or another. Anyway. My point is… You won’t die if I can help it, even if you act like a freaking twat and jump on a fucking ogre without any backup, like an idiot. And it doesn’t matter if we’re, you know… knocking boots. Or not. Just get it in that thick head of yours already that I’m your friend. It’s fucking preposterous that you’d think I’d just leave you behind -- Makes me want to freeze your fucking arse.”

A choked chuckle escaped Zevran. “It is a concept that might take getting used to, my friend,” he said, rather ironically. “You have a noble goal to achieve. Why keep around a friend if they become a liability rather than an asset? Even if theirs is a wonderful asset.”

He did not have to wait a beat for the answer. “We’re all mortal here, Zev. We all get hurt and we’re all likely to die. Who fucking knows, we may all become a liability at some point. And if I left behind every friend who got injured, I’d end up alone and dead myself before I even saw the Archdemon. And besides, it’s like… each person still standing when we end this is an added victory to the victory, you know? Especially since--” Alec trailed off.

He reached his hand out for Zevran’s wrist, but stopped himself before touching him. His palm hovered atop Zevran’s arm, eventually landing only for a pat before withdrawing. He put on a smug smirk, or attempted to. “And it’s not like I would miss the opportunity to prove what a badass healer I am, innit? You should have seen your guts, they were practically spilling out of your stomach, right here. I fixed it up real nice. Really proud of myself there.”

Alec trailed the pad of his finger on Zevran’s stomach, drawing an invisible scar.

Zevran shivered, that soft touch -- and that beautiful smile on Alec’s lips -- filling him with want.

He chuckled. “So what I am hearing is that I should get myself injured more often to give you opportunities to shine, my warden? You can use me as your display case.”

Alec chuckled, and playfully slapped his arm. “Don’t freaking test me, Zev. I swear to Andraste, if you ever put a dumbass move like that on me on purpose, I will let you bleed until near-death on purpose. Healing will be painful,” he threatened, but there was a boyishness in his tone that gave away the lie. “But, really. I sure as fuck don’t need another thing to worry about mid-battle, you know? I usually trust you to be one of the most careful fighters in our party. You’re always keeping an eye on everyone.”

On him, mostly, Zevran thought, but didn’t say anything.

“I just need to know that you’re not going to be careless, innit?”

“Fine, fine,” Zevran agreed, giving the boy a soft smile, his chest suddenly warm again. “I shall leave all of the heroics to you next time, my friend.” His smile turned into a wicked, shit-eating grin. “I’ve learned my lesson not to outshine the Grey Warden Commander.”

Alec shook his head in good humour. “Yeah, if anyone’s dying heroically here it’s me, when I kill the Archdemon, so cool your tits.” He pinched Zevran’s nipple as he said that, his fingers cold as ice. Zevran let out a high-pitched “ma che- stronzo!” in his native Antivan, then tossed his pillow up on Alec’s face, nearly toppling him backwards on the stool. Their laughter echoed in the tent, then died slowly, naturally.

Zevran coughed and panted, body still healing from the infection. “If you do not mind me asking, dear warden, what of Witherfang? Wynne says you are returning there next morning, but you’ve lost quite a lot of time.”

“Li Na and Alistair are on it. It’s a Dalish matter, and I doubt she’ll give up until she has put an end to it. My only worry is that they have no healer with them right now, so I have to get back as soon as possible. The forest should be safer now that we’ve dealt with the Blighted wolves and darkspawn.”

“I would like to join you as well, my friend.”

Alec knit his ginger brows. “I’m not sure you’re in good enough health yet, Zev. You can stay here with the Dalish and recover, since Wynne’s here anyway.” He bit his lower lip, tilted his head. “I mean... We’ll see how you’re feeling in the morning, but we can talk about that later. If you’re alright now, I’m gonna let you clean up.” Alec pushed himself up. “Do you think you can join us for dinner? Or should I bring you supper?”

Zevran’s eyes stung. He lifted his gaze up to the warden. “I would much rather join the Dalish outside, caro.” Ah, what a fool he was, to rejoice in the warden’s friendship and affection. He knew he might get burnt yet again, but somehow he was willing to take that risk. “Thank you.”

Alec said, and nodded gently at him before leaving the tent.

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secretsfromwholecloth · 4 years ago

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Dragon Age: Origins, day 5.

OK, you know what, let’s head for Haven and start working on getting to the Urn. Bringing Alistair, Zevran, and Morrigan with me, because I apparently hate myself and/or love drama. (And the sooner I can get Zev some experience, the sooner I can polish up his lock-picking skills.)

...besides, I did promise that this Warden would like Morrigan more than the last two, didn’t I.

For now, though, I’m condemning myself to a lot of “Insufficient skill” messages. *sigh*

Ah, Alistair and Morrigan bickering about the merits of the Circle like there isn’t a Circle-trained mage standing two feet away.

Creepy village is creepy, yes.

Why is my spirit healer girl reduced to asking Morrigan if she can do anything for Genitivi’s injuries?

OK, this was a good party for dialogue purposes, but if Zev doesn’t learn to pick these locks sometime soon I’m going to have to come back and do a sweep of the place with Leliana.

You know that thing in DAO where you click on a companion by accident when trying to loot something, and it turns out it was time for a priority conversation so you can’t just go “whoops, not now”? Well, here’s Zev begging Isaura to be friends with him and let him stay after they’re done with the Blight. Proper begging, the poor love, since she likes him OK but doesn’t quite understand that he’s at the point of actually wanting to stay with her. And her past MO of flirting/pretending to take things as innuendo is out of the question with Alistair, who she’s apparently actually dating now (Maker help her, how does she get into these situations), standing right there.

Oh, hi, dragon. With a level 11-13 party, I don’t think it’s quite dragon-slaying time yet.

Isaura will maintain to her dying breath that she did the best she could for Jowan. Even if only about 90% of her is convinced.

She’ll go on a weepy tirade if she wants, Zev, you don’t get to tell her shit.

Alistair, don’t. Nope. None of this “should’ve been me who died” business in front of your girlfriend, she’ll give you what for just as publicly as you said it in the first place. And do you really want Morrigan and Zevran watching that?

Heh, this is the David Gaider Talking To Himself party, isn’t it?

Being deemed ~*~worthy~*~ is very nice, yes, now can Isaura put her clothes back on? This is really not how she wanted to be getting naked with Alistair for the first time. Maybe back when it all started she could’ve broken the tension with some jokes about orgies, but...

Actually, it apparently is dragon-slaying time. Though that got really hairy—Isaura and Zevran both went down, and Morrigan was lucky the dragon stayed occupied with dear old indestructible Alistair and didn’t come after her.

I’m sorry, “Pure Bitch Braid” will never not be funny.

Sten, please, get it through your skull that Qunari gender roles aren’t universal before this becomes an issue.

You know, the kind of awkward thing about this game is that all the VAs seriously brought their A-game and did all this wonderful, nuanced, moving work—and then the character animations are just too limited to keep up. I spend a lot of time averting my eyes from the screen and imagining the acting just the way I want it as I listen to the dialogue.

Right, speaking of averting my eyes, the kid’s been devirginized. And the conversation afterwards got him to +100 approval, first out of all the party, bless. I look forward to the others’ smart-ass comments.

So, back to Redcliffe to drop off those ashes.

“This is a non-combat mission, I don’t need a second melee character. Let me give Wynne and Leliana some attention.” *cue darkspawn ambush*

The great thing about two healers in the party is that if someone is in need of healing, they won’t stay that way for long.

And Wynne just had her little fainting episode. Hey, Wynne, is this a prelude to you actually giving me your quest at some point?

Between Alistair’s paternity going from mildly interesting bit of trivia to overshadowing their entire future and then seeing Jowan all but offer himself up for execution, Isaura is having A Day.

I miss when party banter used to be a thing that happened.

OK, when I paid off Wade to make that drake scale armor faster, I didn’t realize it’d be “just about enough time to go for a jog around the market district” fast.

How about a DLC break before we go after the Dalish? I’m in a Return to Ostagar kind of mood.

...I could probably have planned this better. Alistair/Wynne/Zevran is a party I’ve brought here before, and I don’t know what kind of time Zev will have with any locks we encounter. We’ll see.

And a certain baby boy can now get out of his Templar armor. Kind of awkward to have him wearing that for so long, all considered.

Oh yeah, second specialization time. Arcane Warrior, here I come.

Wynne, I realize needling Alistair is delightful fun, but carrying on like that about taking him to bed is a little much with his girlfriend standing right there.

Oh, hey, there’s Wynne’s quest. Excellent.

Ah, that conversation. Alistair, dearie, you and Isaura aren’t going to get very far if it’s just the two of you, Wynne, and the dog. For one, you need a rogue in the party, so pick which of Leliana and Zevran you distrust slightly less.

Since we’ve already managed to take out a high dragon, let’s try going after Flemeth. Bringing Alistair, Sten and Leliana with me, and hoping I don’t regret my life choices.

That went nicely. Good job taking her down, Sten.

Back to Denerim, then, now that we know where Marjolaine is.

She’s creepy and all but promised she’d come back to hurt Leliana if left alive, so we’re going to not do that. Bye-bye, creepy lady.

And I think this is a good place to pack it in for the night. Probably more DLCs tomorrow, I don’t feel like heading for the Brecilian Forest quite yet.

#dragon age #dragon age: origins #isaura amell

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mahalzevran · 6 years ago

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DA 20+ Questions

Tagged by @antivan-surana thanks! Tagging @situationnormal @the-dread-doggo @acepavus @aroundofgwent @lakambaeni @kxnways @fuckbioware (no pressure ofc) and anyone who wants to?

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01) Favourite game of the series?

Origins, only because you got less and less op as a mage as the games went on. I love all the games tbh.

02) How did you discover Dragon Age?

My friend got my sister into it. They kept talking and talking about it so finally I was like “ok lets see what the big deal is” and here I am now

03) How many times you’ve played the games?

I’ve done Origins twice fully, DA2 four times fully (omg I didn’t realize this until now lol) and DA:I just once fully. I have one unfinished playthrough of Origins with a Cousland, and I’m in the middle of maybe two of DA:I. I think I’ve gone back and replayed certain parts of both Origins and DA:I plenty of times.

04) Favourite race to play as?

Elf I guess? Though I’ve only fully played as a human and elf. I’m in the middle of a dwarf playthrough and I’m thinking of doing a qunari one in the future. It might change idk.

I just really liked playing as an elf in Origins so that’s why I got into elves. But the funny thing is, I wasn’t even thinking of playing as an elf when I played for the first time. I wanted to play as a human. I just did it on a whim.

05) Favourite class?

Mage, hands down. Realistically, they’re the most versatile class. They can do range and melee since anyone can learn how to fight with weapons. But the last two games won’t let you so :)

Also, this stems from the fact that I’ve been a harry potter fan since I could remember.

06) Do you play through the games differently or do you make the same decisions each time?

In my full, proper playthroughs that I’ve finished, it’s slightly different but still the same basic ideas. Sided with mages, agreed with Anders, etc.

But I am planning to try an evil playthrough in the future so

07) Go-to adventuring group?

DA:O (I have two)

Leliana, Wynne, Shale - the OG crew; they were my main crew in my first playthrough and it was a pretty even party

Zevran, Leliana, Alistair - the elf crew; esp. with Rhian they’re all elves because I saw a theory that Leliana is half elf and I’m down

DA2

It’s a mixed bag. If I’m not playing as a mage, I usually take Anders a lot because we need a healer and Merrill can’t heal. I tend not to take Sebastian as much after I max his friendship. After Sebastian, I take Aveline the least. Other than that I just mix it up. Unless I’m romancing someone, then I take them every time.

I’d love to take Anders, Fenris, and Merrill out more often but I hate how mean they all are to each other (looking @ u bioware 👀)

DA:I

My first playthrough, I mixed it up a lot in the beginning but then I ended up bringing Solas, Cole, and Blackwall a lot near the end for some reason?

I love taking Vivienne, Dorian, and Solas out, especially if I’m playing a mage, because it’s such a pretty fireworks show

In general though, if I’m romancing someone I take them with me almost always.

08) Which of your characters did you put the most thought into?

I think it’s a tie between Rhian and Lu.

09) Favourite romance?

To no one’s surprise, it’s Zevran :3

Solas is second because I just really like that angst.

10) Have you read any of the comics/books?

I’ve read The Silent Grove, Those Who Speak, and Until We Speak (because someone gifted me the Omnibus) and The Calling.

I also have Hard in Hightown, which I should probably read lol, and the art book of inquisition.

11) If you read them, which was your favourite book?

The Calling solely because of my mom Fiona and my dad Duncan.

12) Favourite DLCs?

Awakening because I love everyone and its also really funny that Rhian, who is 19 at that point, had to basically babysit people older than her and also run a whole arling.

I love both Legacy and Mark of the Assassin. Mark of the Assassin was really funny (though I hated the stealth part). I love Legacy specifically because when I was fighting Corypheus, both Varric and Anders K.O.’d and it was just me and Carver. It was a special family moment bringing down a whole entire magister together. I also hc that that was canon and it brought Kaia and Carver closer together.

13) Things that annoy you.

I’m gonna talk about the game bc if this is about the fandom, then that’s a whole other thing.

Anders’ writing for one. It doesn’t make sense that he’d approve of giving Fenris back to Danarius. And also that he wouldn’t tell f!Hawke that he’s bi? Then there’s the fact that Anders, Fenris, and Merrill all don’t get along when they have a lot in common.

Anything that was written by Lukas Krisdkjsdhkdk. Aveline, Sera, etc. he did a really bad job.

Also didn’t like that mages got less OP in the last two games.

There’s also the tone-deafness? Dorian, a brown man, saying slavery is ok. And also there’s the dialogue between Solas and Vivienne where Solas supposedly “owns” Vivienne. I think he says something like “may you learn”? Solas, a white person, saying this to Vivienne, a black woman, when there’s obvious colorism in Thedas? I think not.

There’s probably other but I can’t think of them right now.

14) Orlais or Ferelden?

Orlais is too snooty and Ferelden doesn’t season their food. I pick Seheron and Laysh because that’s where the Asians are at.

15) Templars or mages?

Mages

16) If you have multiple characters, are they in different/parallel universes or in the same one?

Originally, my canonverse was Rhian, Kaia, and Luwalhati. Alden and Bolin were part of an AU. Then Alden finagled his way in there, then I decided to have Bolin in there too. So now i have twin Hawkes and Bolin is part of the Inquisition (if he’s a companion or not, I haven’t thought about)

I have plenty of other OCs that I’m planning on, but they’re currently sorted into a different universe.

17) What did you name your pets? (mabari, summoned animals, mounts, etc)

Pikamon for the Origins mabari. It’s a mix between the names of my two dogs, Pikachu and Cinnamon

Cinnachu for the DA2 mabari, also a mix of Pikachu and Cinnamon.

Lu’s mount is the royal sixteen (hart), which is given to you by Clan Lavellan if you manage to keep them alive iirc, and its name is Luntian, the tagalog word for green which is her favorite color. (In a teen!Lu AU, her mount is the bog unicorn bc she’s an edgelord)

18) Have you installed any mods?

It would be more surprising if I didn’t. How else would I manage to have my characters look like the’re poc?? And also get rid of whitewashing and have some continuity. I usually just do cosmetic mods if it’s my first playthrough. Then I do like “cheats” after I finish the game fully.

Fun fact, I once spent like 2+ hrs modding Origins to have the Zev romance the way I want. I also stayed up until like 5am trying to make Solas look like his concept art lol (it didn’t really work)

19) Did your Warden want to become a Grey Warden?

Rhian didn’t not want to become a warden. She read about them and thought they were an honorable order, but she didn’t expect to ever have a chance to become one. Her goal was to just go up in the Circle hierarchy, maybe even become First Enchanter. Then when the time came, she didn’t really have much of a choice.

20) Hawke’s personality?

Kaia is blue and Alden is purple

21) Did you make matching armor for your companions in Inquisition?

At first, I didn’t get what the big deal was with crafting. It didn’t seem fun at all lol. Then I tried it and was hooked. I don’t have them matching, but I do tend to try to match my Inquisitor with their LI in some way.

My usual procedure for armor in Inquisition is like this. I make everyone wear heavy armor and pick the materials that have the highest attributes, not caring how ridiculous the colors are. Then I go to tint them using a guide for each companion’s color scheme. This is the same for helmet but I usually have them turned off or have no one wearing one.

The only exception is Varric, Cole, and Blackwall. I have Varric wear the rogue armor that looks like his DA2 outfit, and Cole and Blackwall wear the Grey Warden heavy armor. I tint the grey warden armor using a guide for its color scheme.

I have Bull, Vivienne, and Cole wear their unique helmets.

22) If your character(s) could go back in time to change one thing, what would they change?

Rhian - She’d probably want to re-do how she told Zevran that she wasn’t exactly dead.

Kaia - Taken Quentin’s threat more seriously and killed him before he got to Leandra

Alden - He has no regrets

Luwalhati - wouldn’t have taken Sam and Wis with her so they wouldn’t have had to have died in the conclave explosion

Bolin - None, all of his decisions led him to Dorian and he’s happy with that.

23) Do you have any headcanons about your character(s) that go against canon?

They’re all at least part Seheron?

I also hc that neither Carver nor Bethany die because Kaia was able to cast a barrier on both of them before the ogre got them. Then they both became Grey Wardens because Carver contracted the taint in the expedition and wouldn’t join the Wardens unless Bethany came with him too.

Another hc I have is that Sebastian didn’t leave when Anders was spared and stayed to help out. But he went his separate way after because he still didn’t approve of sparing him.

Oh shoot, I almost forgot. The most against canon thing I’ve done probably? Rhian didn’t do the Ritual but she did slay the archdemon without dying. Rhian’s an arcane warrior, so when she slayed it, she was partway in the fade. Being partway into the fade was enough for her essence, I guess, to survive it. But she’s not mortal anymore and kind of a spirit now? So she periodically has to chill in the fade because being in the real world takes a toll on her.

25) Who did you leave in the Fade?

In the game, it was Stroud. I killed Loghain and no way is Alistair gonna be trapped in there. Fiona will be sad. So I made Alistair king in the game only, so Stroud was the one that was left.

This is another off canon thing I did. In my actual canon, Alistair is the warden contact. The Hawke that comes to the Inquisition is both Kaia and Alden. Alden brings Fenris with him because he doesn’t go anywhere without his Boo-Boo. Bethany and Carver also come because Weisshaupt was being weird and it seemed like they would be safer in the Inquisition. Lu + her party, Alistair, Kaia, Alden, Fenris, Bethany, and Carver all come to Adamant. Because there’s so many people, everyone was able to escape the Fade. No one is left behind.

26) Favourite mount? The nugs! All of them :)

Though I don’t really use the mounts lol

#tag meme #whew this was really long omg #thanks for tagging though!#about me

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ramblinganthropologist · 6 years ago

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Inktober Day 4 - Spell

Summary: What was it that Alistair felt that day back on the Normandy shuttle when his hands ran blue with Turian blood? He doesn’t know, but maybe two assholes from a hell planet might be able to help him figure it out. Maybe they can do something besides kick his ass for a few hours. (Mass Effect - Dragon Age crossover)

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There was something about magic that made him want to smash someone's head in. Maybe it was a stress reaction?

Sweat dripped down Alistair Shepard's forehead as he hid behind the roughly erected barrier, a short length of wood clutched in his hands. He had no gun this time to help him, and they had taken his omni-tool as well. All he had for defense was this dumb stick against... well, a literal mountain of a man.

The book had said Hawke was scary. Apparently both of them were.

“I think you scared him off, Moses.” The gremlin was talking. She didn't sound to be scampering around at the very least, so he didn't need to worry about surprise attacks from about his shoulder area. Of course, she could always spot him and dive bomb – there was a lovely cut from that on his arm already. “Want to call it a day?”

“Might as well.”

It was a trap, Alistair knew it. However, he was exhausted from running from them and starting to feel a little light headed. Enough times behind a wall had taught him what it felt like when he reached his limit. He was beyond that point and heading for a full on crash. Worst of all, his opponents barely had a scratch on them.

It was a piss poor showing, but damn if he had the proper equipment he wouldn't be getting his ass kicked so hard.

“Come on, Shepard, you're embarrassing yourself. Why don't you come out and we can finish this like grown ups?” Hilarious, coming from an imp of a woman who didn't even stand five feet tall when she was in her heavy armor. “I'm getting bored and you do NOT want me coming to find you.”

“You don't.” The mountain's voice was as deep as he expected it to be, but was there amusement there? “Besides, I see you.”

Fuck, he should have considered aerial.

Alistair barely had time to react – he rolled out of the way just as the bright purple of a blade slashed down where his shoulder would have been. His opponents had found him and had him basically against the wall. With both of them in their armor and one wielding a glowing sword... well, rock and a hard place was putting it mildly.

The imp was grinning as she rested her sword against her shoulder. “Give up yet, Shepard? Cause I'm getting kinda hungry here.”

Hungry and bored, always a wonderful combo. Alistair didn't back down, however. Instead he just gripped his stupid piece of wood tighter. It might not have been an assault rifle, but it was going to have to do for now.

Now... what the fuck had he been taught? Focus... focus...

And then came the bolt of lightning that shot straight out of the staff.

“Shit!” The imp was already three feet back and out of harm's way. “I think that's a sign you get the idea about primal magic. How do you turn this damn thing off?”

The room blurred, and they were back in the featureless training area they had been in for the last hour. Alistair sighed and slumped against the barrier he had been hiding behind. Sweat was pouring down his face, and both his hands and the staff were trembling. It was a miracle he was even standing on his feet at this point.

A small hand held out a towel. It was attached to Avery Hawke, one of his trainers. Well, trainer was putting it on a bit thick – her job was really just to annoy him enough to make him forget military training. His actual teacher was her younger brother, the large man he knew as Moses Hawke. Right then, both of them looked pretty pleased.

Which, honestly, kind of pissed him off as he wiped the sweat from his brow. They looked to be in perfect condition. Meanwhile, he was sweating enough to look like he had gone swimming. His head definitely was – his mouth and tongue had gone numb.

If he was guessing, his blood sugar had to be around 40. What a lovely thing, biotics and mages both being prone to low blood sugar. It was like they were basically the same category of fighter differed only by culture.

At least, that was the theory that had stuck Alistair Shepard and two of Thedas' most infamous book protagonists in a training room. Mostly it meant he ran around and tried to fire off spells they taught him on the fly. The lightning had only worked the second time – otherwise it was just getting his ass kicked.

“Shit, I got you pretty good didn't I?” Avery whistled as she examined his bleeding arm. With the low blood sugar, Alistair had forgotten all about it. He... should probably get some medi-gel for that. “Moses, mind helping the guy out?”

Moses nodded, but nudged his older sister. “Go get snacks for both of us.”

“Oh, bottoming out? On it.”

And the gremlin was gone, leaving Moses and Alistair alone. The large mage didn't have any medi-gel in his hands, however. In fact, he didn't have anything at all. Instead, he placed one of his large hands over Alistair's bleeding wound and just... sort of hovered it.

“Stay still. It's going to tingle.”

And then there was the light that came with the mentioned tingle. It felt more like his entire arm was on fire, but Alistair didn't move an inch. Instead, he watched with wide eyes as his skin started to knit together. Within seconds, his arm didn't have a scratch on it. Hell, there wasn't even a scar. When he prodded the skin, it felt whole. Maybe it was a little tingly, but it was like it had never been cut.

His mouth was dry as he tried to speak. “What- shit... blood sugar. No good when I'm hypo.”

It was a miracle he was making sense at all. Had he been wearing his omni-tool, Alistair would've known how bad his blood sugar currently was. Instead, he just had to guess. He wasn't shaking yet, so that was a good sign. Of course, he could nosedive into that soon enough. Hopefully wherever Avery was, she was moving her tiny legs as fast as they could go.

Moses kept his spot by the barrier, and he was too high up for Alistair to see his face without breaking his neck. To say he was hard to read was putting it mildly. It wasn't as if he was a small man, but being on the ground when his body was rebelling didn't make things easy. He just had to assume the big guy was ok.

Always a bad assumption to make, but it would have to do.

“It was healing magic.” Was he a mind reader? “That one is part of the creation school. We haven't gotten to it yet.”

No, it was all chucking fire balls, dodging walking bombs, and walking ass first into hexes. None of those he was particularly good at, but he was pretty good at getting hit with them. Honestly, it was amazing he was still standing. Creation school had been the first one not to totally suck, so it was alright by him.

Their conversation was interrupted by someone throwing a juice box into Alistair's lap. Avery beamed down at him, then lobbed one up to her brother who caught it with practiced ease. Then she settled onto the barrier quite like a cat, content to sip at her own box of juice.

It was apple, but who the fuck cared Alistair needed carbs.

Within a few minutes, his brain started working again. There was still the tingle on his arm that had yet to reside. Prodding it told him it felt like, well, normal flesh. Even with his brain back in functioning order, he couldn't tell anything different about it. Still, he had seen it get sliced open. Hell, his blood was on the floor. But... well, he couldn't argue with results.

“Aw, damn, I wanted to see his face when you healed him.” Avery sucked at her juice box indignantly. “Did you use the spirit stuff or the regular sparkles?”

Alistair picked up his head as he watched the two Hawkes converse. It didn't manner the answer – normal – but something popped in the back of his mind. He looked back down to his healed arm, and then to the blood.

Where... had he seen something like that? It...

And then he blinked back surprise as the memory surfaced. Part of it had been buried away, but there was just too damn much of it to forget. It came back first with the smell of blood. Not his blood, or even human blood. No, this stuff was blue and came from a Turian. And just like that... he was back.

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Shit, he was losing too much blood.

“Stay with me, Garrus, we're almost back at the Normandy!”

Garrus couldn't answer. His face was literally hanging on by a thread on the right side, and he kept spitting up blue blood. They had managed to keep him from choking on it back at Omega, but his condition was only getting worse. He might just die right there in the shuttle, so close to the Normandy and yet so far.

Really, it was a miracle he was alive at all. He took a rocket to the face without medical aid until precious minutes later. Somehow he still had blood to lose in the mess that had once been the right side of his face. And oh, he was losing it fast.

And of course, it being Cerberus, there wasn't a drop of Turian blood on the shuttle. They'd be lucky if the Normandy had any at all.

Garrus was looking up at him, vision hazy as he flitted in and out of consciousness. His breathing was ragged, the blood flow wasn't stopping. Any more of this, and he was going to shut down completely. Yet they had run out of medi-gel just patching the biggest holes up. There was still so many small ones left, it was like trying to patch a sieve.

A sieve he cared so fucking much about...

Alistair pressed down hard to give Garrus a few more minutes. “Come on, Archangel, you're not going to die on me! You survived fucking Omega on your own!”

But Garrus couldn't answer his barb back – his omni-tool showed the Turian's vitals were getting worse by the section. There was only so much blood a body could lose, even if it was covered with metal and the knees bent all wrong. There was just no way to stop all the bleeding. He was dying on the floor of the shuttle and there was nothing Alistair could do.

He had lost people before on the battlefield. Hell, his entire unit had been eaten by a goddamn thresher maw. Blood and death was something Alistair was well used to by now. But there was something about all that blue blood and who it belonged to that was making it hard to breathe. It wasn't a panic attack – they didn't make his vision go light.

Let me help.

Bo? No – the larger marine was berating the shuttle driver to go faster. The two of them were in a right shouting match. Besides, the voice didn't sound like her. Instead, it made his entire body tremble. He felt lighter than ever before. Was he passing out?

Trust me. We can do this.

It felt like a trance. Alistair placed his hands over the largest wound, dangerously close to a vital artery and millimeters away from ripping open from the pressure. How it hadn't was beyond him – it had been nicked by the rocket.

His palms felt warm, and it wasn't from the blood. His entire body felt the tingle that made his hair stand on end. When it went away, it was like everything ha been sucked out from his hands. Yet, when he pulled them away...

the damn hole was, well, whole.

Garrus was still bleeding from a million other places, but the biggest risk had seemingly closed up on his own. Even better, they were docking on the Normandy where Chakwas was waiting to roll the Turian into emergency surgery. The walls and floor of the shuttle were painted metallic blue, but Garrus stilled twitched and moved as they loaded him up on the gurney. For the moment, he had survived. Now it was in the doctor's good hands.

Alistair's hands were just trembling instead as he watched, sitting in a mix of blood and his own sweat. His mind had gone numb, and his omni-tool was alerting him that his blood sugar was dropping to the low 50's. Still, he kept looking down at his hands, so coated in blood. He still felt the tingle.

What... was that?

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“Hey, do you think he's dead? Should I poke him?”

“Don't. He might break your finger and I don't have enough lyrium to heal both of you.”

“Oh, you're no fun. I was going to do it with the flat of my sword or something.”

Alistair's brain clicked back on just as the Hawkes finished their conversation. It still wasn't on full function, that would take more sugar and time, but he was at a point where his tongue finally started working again. Hell, he could even string sentences together if he wanted to do so.

Carbs – what couldn't they do?

“Could you teach me healing magic?”

Moses had a small collection of empty juice boxes by him and was starting on another. Still, he put it down for the moment. Thanks to the angle he was sitting at, Alistair could see his face. He was... intrigued, maybe?

“Healing's one of the hardest schools. You either have it or you don't.”

Alistair managed a shrug as he felt his brain click back on completely. “I think I'd do better at it than nearly electrocuting Avery. Besides, it's the only one you haven't shown me yet.”

And maybe there was something to it – Moses had said something about the spirit stuff. Maybe that's what he needed to learn about. After all, it was hard to forget... whatever that was back on the shuttle. Though, he wasn't about to tell them that. He was pretty sure hearing voices wasn't great on their planet either. But maybe if they helped folks stay alive they could slide a little.

Maybe not; he was talking with the Hawkes after all. Varric hadn't lied that much. But at least it might get him out of getting his ass kicked for a little bit. He was always happy for that.

#ramblinganthropologist's writing #Alistair Shepard #Moses Hawke #Avery Hawke #I almost typed Moses Shepard and I know we're mixing shit but not that much #blood

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jamiedodgerart · 7 years ago

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the fade is a liar sometimes

aka, a really long post about how mal hawke survived dragon age inquisition. warning for big but kinda vague spoilers for dai and mentions of alcoholism

ok full disclosure i dont know how he survived the fade. but im thinking the nightmare like. didnt wake back up in time to block the way through the portal, and so never caused the Do I Kill The Warden Or Hawke dilemma. cos. that was kiiiiiiiinda bullshit.

i had to pick between alistair and mal. and i really didnt want mal to be actually really dead bc at the time of here lies the abyss he’d be in a really shitty place, mentally, and i didnt want him to just! die! without resolving that! so i gave canon the finger and concocted a convoluted plan to give mal a better ending

background, after the events of da2, he ended up leaving kirkwall and fuckin’ around in the woods for a bit. i imagine he was helping refugees get out for a little while, until anders showed up and convinced him to help groups of renegade mages/circles on the verge of winning their independence. at this point he was pretty sick of the world at large, didn’t know what he wanted or where he was going to go next, and let himself be (guided? directed? pushed around?) by anders, drinking himself into oblivion and generally feeling like garbage. he fell out of contact with most of his remaining friends and began convincing himself that he was guilty for the explosion, by trusting anders (he’d suspected something was wrong with the ingredients anders was asking for and confronted him about it, but trusted him and helped him by distracting the grand cleric)

i rambled about this on my private twitter but mal and anders... ended up not being a great fit for one another and past me said it better than present me can

eventually, the inquisition came into being and grew in power. anders, still being a wanted man and mal too by association, avoided the inquisition’s patrols pretty easily. but stories started to spread about the inquisitor and his... particularly creative justice. see, pica really likes choices that have some poetic irony to them that also focus on rebuilding (he had alexius work for the mages, stuff like that), generally avoids executions, and is pretty chill with mages. the inquisition is also independent of any government, really, and is about as impartial as you can get in thedas. so when mal gets word from varric that corypheus is back, a problem, and something they need mal’s help with (that is also, in his professional opinion, his fault), he gets an idea.

he heads to skyhold, meets pica (who read the tale of the champion, asks varric questions about it constantly, was expecting a hero, and was not expecting the hero to be a depressed alcoholic) and iunno here lies the abyss happens with the aforementioned edit of no one important dying (i guess i could kill alistair and preserve a kind of important turning point in pica’s character with an added bonus of giving mal another thing to have survivor’s guilt about but i dont think i could go through with it. imagine the emotional toll. pica could get that change some other way anyway) mal by this point has gotten to know pica fairly well and has found what he’s heard to be true, and gives him a proposition

(i would like to add now that while ive read asunder, until i looked it up just now i didn’t remember where it sits in the timeline relative to da2, and it wasnt super clear to me just how much each of the two events affected the mage/templar war. so some text in sketches might be inaccurate, historically)

so you can imagine that anders is Pissed Off by this development, but justice is kinda like

cos like. pica Is a real actual authority figure. who is down to dispense some quality justice esp re mages. and is coming at it from a “yo i know you meant well and you did kinda have a point but you also killed a lot of people so there does have to be Some kind of consequence of that”

(but neither of them are at all happy with mal turning them in)

anyway the trial ends up including a full investigation of the events in kirkwall, as well as the events at the spire (cole, rhys, and evangeline all give their testimony) and it’s more a straightening out of what was up with the whole start of this shitshow anyway, cos the confusion and misinformation about it is probably the worst part.

pica finds anders guilty and sentences him to community service, which a lot of people disagreed with. pica thinks it was a GREAT IDEA though because that community service comes in the form of anders teaching the inquisition mages about healing magic!! something that anders is good at, loves doing, and can actually help people with!! why are we still fuckin about with herbs when there’s magic!!!!! this also has the added bonus of making mages less scary to the general populace- chuckin’ fireballs is a lot more alien and intimidating than healing up a broken arm, yknow? it can help mages seem more human and good for society than they were, separated from the public in towers.

anders is still a prisoner, though, which hes super not happy about, and part of his sentence is also that dagna gets to study him. he and samson are in grudging solidarity in the face of tolerating her extreme cheerfulness. and maybe he gets a cat too. i wonder if he and samson could talk about how shitty the chantry is re: lyrium addiction in templars? its obvs not on the scale of mage shittiness but it could be an interesting discussion

see in the grand scheme of things mal really didnt do all that much. he was duped by a lover into doing something he 100% would not have done if hed known what was actually going on. i feel like the most anyone could bust him on was aiding and abetting. and maybe helping hide an apostate. mal was found, as pica informally put it while distracted by looking at a transcript of a kirkwall templar’s testimony, “kinda guilty? just like. if ur asked to help blow up a chantry dont do it again” but cassandra elbowed him really hard and he said “look ok your sentence is, fuck, i dunno, work for the inquisition. what do you wanna do”

that was not what mal was expecting and he didnt have an answer. and pica looked at him and said “ill give you some time to figure it out, ok. just. take care of yourself, man. u look like shit” which got him another elbow, which he returned to cass with equal force

anyway. mal is now officially Not Guilty in the court of the law. which fuckin sucks bc that assessment does absolutely NOTHING to stop his shit brain from keeping being guilty about everything. so he tries to quit drinking, fails, and just has a rough time in general, while also sometimes visiting anders in prison. which probably really doesn’t help.

ENTER WARDEN-COMMANDER OF FERELDAN, MADRANA “MAD” TABRIS, AND HER PARTNER/GF/ADULT SUPERVISION EMMARIE “EMMY” COUSLAND

(you may also know mads as hester, as i called her in previous playthroughs. hester’s not a really elfy name and shes grown far enough away from her namesake that i felt a change was warranted. also emmy was created by @1500birds. i love her)

thats them (mads then emmy) so mad tabris, legendary fighter, unkillable blight-ender, bather in darkspawn blood, and general bottle covey is looking for a challenge. its been like ten years since shes had an actually hard battle to win and she’s near skyhold, and she’s heard that mal hawke, another legendary fighter, is also in the area. oh and some cadash guy. hes apparently good too. also, she’s looking for some way out of the whole grey warden death sentence thing. shes not keen on dying unless she’s killed, ydig, and apparently skyhold’s doing a lot of groundbreaking research these days

she and emmy swing on in to skyhold and finds that hawke is, well, a mess

important background. mads is not good at dealing with other peoples’ emotions. so shes not really equipped to deal with this. emmy, however, is kind, has nerves of steel, loves to help people, and is Very equipped to deal with this. and so the two of them adopt mal. (even though hes older than both of them.)

theyve got really, really different ways of trying to help mal. emmy is a great listener, and understands survivor’s guilt and the lost-all-my-family brand of trauma pretty well. she helps him sort through all the shit that’s happened to him and offers a lot of support. and hugs. by god shes a hugger. also theyve got a symbiotic cuddling relationship bc emmy is always cold and mal is always warm, so they platonically nap together sometimes. mads is unfortunately too wriggly and pointy to be a good cuddler :’( she squeezes in the mix sometimes anyway though and it’s uncomfortable but nice

mads’s method of helping mal is in her area of expertise: getting out pent-up negative emotion by fighting. for a long time, mal has internalized a lot of shit, and mads is really good at annoying him into either yelling or punching out that shit. shes doing it out of concern for his well-being, she swears, and not because she takes joy in pissing people off. she does but thats not the point. it’s not a perfect strategy but it does help a lot

unfortunately for her, sometimes mal can be downright vindictive when drunk and angry, and can hit on the few things she’s insecure about

(i would really love to make a post about mads sometime, cos she ended up being a lot deeper of a character than i originally intended. i really just wanted a really sharp angry lady who fought with the subtlety of a brick to the face, and ended up getting that plus bravado covering up a whole host of insecurities. i feel like i should finish dao before writing it up though ahah)

(what mal said is also not totally accurate- mads cares very much for emmy. but yknow how when things get heated it doesn’t really matter if they’re really accurate anymore- they just have to be close enough to get a reaction, ydig)

anyway! the two of them together help mal get his life back in order- he cuts down and eventually quits drinking, starts taking better care of himself, and gets more of a handle on life. i guess you’re probably wondering where varric is, right around now. so am i mal pushed away a lot of people close to him after da2, including varric. but varric kept looking out for him (lying to cassandra to protect him, using his network of contacts to keep an eye on where he and anders were operating). when mal comes to skyhold i think he’d try to avoid varric out of guilt- yknow how when it’s been a really long time since you’ve talked to someone, and you know you should have called them back, but you never did, and they kept asking how you were, and you want to be in an actually good place before you call them back, but shit keeps happening, and it’s been like two years since youve said anything to them, and then you see them and do some serious acrobatics trying to stay out of their sight so you don’t have to confront their honest interest in your well-being that they have no right to still have after so long with no word from you, and you have to make it seem like you havent been avoiding them because that would be rude, and really it’s just easier to be constantly vigilant of where they are and make sure youve got plausible reason to be leaving casually yet quickly

well mal did that. emmy had to physically bar his way from escaping a room once when varric came in, and dragged him by the scruff of the neck to talk to him. varric was painfully understanding and ended up hitting it off nicely with emmy

so! someday mal gets a job. specifically, pica gives him one. because he still owes the world some community service. with his experience as a hunter and highwayman, he becomes a scout!

whoaaa color

more specifically, mal becomes a... specialized type of scout. some idiot who shall not be named but whose name sounds a whole lot like pica cadash gave him command of a small squad of scouts, heavier armored and armed than average inquisition scouts but not heavy enough to count as infantry soldiers. their job is to dismantle highwayman and rogue mercenary bands, in whatever way necessary. so! originally this was supposed to mean sneak attacks on their strongholds or whatever, but mal talked with him about his own experiences with crime (mostly that most people in his crew back then were in it out of necessity, and needed money to support family) and the squad kind of became. really heavy recruiters. it became kind of a joke that the inquisition would take anyone- and they would! practically any skillset could be used in an organization as big as the inquisition, and at this point it was still growing

like. barely any exaggeration here

so that’s where he is pre-trespasser! thank u for reading and if youve got questions or want to learn more PLEASE ask i lov my ocs and love talking about them

i want to add that in @1500birds‘s latest playthrough (miranda trevelyan, a pro-chantry mage cullenmancer) mal rags on cullen endlessly

that was supposed to be the playthrough where he survives the fade, but then bran realized that miranda would kinda hate mal and would 100% leave him behind

#dai spoilers #dragon age #mal hawke #madrana tabris

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the-elenari · 8 years ago

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OC Interview - Part II

1. Pick an original character (OC) or muse! (Warden, Hawke, Inquisitor, or other of your choice.)

2. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were being interviewed for an article and you were the character/muse.

3. Tag people to do the same: I was tagged by @shanayxd - I tag anyone that follows me that wants to do this. I did it once before, but it was so fun that I wanted to do it again for a different OC.

I will be doing my Warden, Ayla Mahariel. She’s a mage (I have the Dalish Mage mod), but can also use a bow.

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

Ayla.

She smiles, just slightly.

2. NO SERIOUSLY WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME

I'm Ayla Mahariel, of the Sabrae Clan. A pleasure.

She smiles wider.

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?

She crosses her legs, and looks down in contemplation for a moment.

I was told that my mother picked the name Ayla, which means “oak tree”. She was from another clan, and if I’m remembering correctly, her clan bore the insignia of the Oak. My father was the former Keeper of Clan Sabrae, so I inherited his secondary name, “Mahariel”.

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?

She flashes a bright smile, her cheeks just slightly flushing.

I am happily taken.

5. DO YOU HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS?

Well, first and foremost, I’m a mage. I have recently committed myself to specializing as an Arcane Warrior. Not many know this, but I also know how to use a bow as I was actually a hunter in my clan. Other than that, I’m a Grey Warden... I’m going to guess that’s why I’m here, and that you know what that is...

She smiles.

6. STOP BEING A GARY STU.

Her eyes go a bit wide, in surprise.

I am in fact, based on my creator. But I’m not written as seemingly perfect or without flaws. It’s more immersive to play as yourself. And this accusation is usually reserved for those individuals that are either jealous, or just simply have no life so they need to put down others on the internet.

She seems a bit irritated at the implication.

7. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR?

She raises her eyebrow, slightly, as if wondering why the interviewer can’t see her eye color.

Blue...

8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR?

She glances at her long, thick hair that is swept over her right shoulder.

Dark.

9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?

She appears a bit wistful, and pensive.

My father died just before I was born. He was attacked by a group of bandits and killed. My mother... she... died just after I was born. I never knew either of them. I have an aunt, Ashalle. She’s like a mother to me. She raised me as her own. And my cousin, Merrill... I miss her.

Her eyes well up with tears, but she composes herself.

In truth, my clan is... was... my family. But I haven’t seen them for so long. The friends I've made on this journey are like family to me... Alistair, Leliana, Wynne, and the others... it may seem like we haven’t known each other long, but when you fight side by side - when you see what we’ve seen, hear what we hear, and endure the journey together, you become quite close very fast.

10. I SEE… WHAT ABOUT PETS?

Her face lights up.

Oh! I’ve had my fair share of pets. I LOVE animals. We weren’t really supposed to be taming any animals in the clan, other than the halla of course. But Tamlen, Merrill, Fen, and I... we would constantly “adopt” rabbits, foxes, frogs... all manner of critters. Once, I took in a baby bunny. I wanted to name her Luna, but Tamlen insisted on calling her “Nibbles” due to her insatiable appetite. She would try to eat everything. Well, one day when she was fully grown, she got into the food stores. She ate two entire sacks of our root vegetables... Seeing as how we had kept her hidden all that time... well, the secret was out then. Keeper Marethari was ... we’ll say, less than thrilled.

I did have a halla named Flower. She was born when I was 5 and Ashalle gifted her to me. I hope she’s doing ok...

She forces a smile, and picks at her nails a bit.

11. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE.

I used to really not like shems, but I’ve come to realize that it isn’t right to judge an entire group of people based on my own personal tragedy. I think that is the flaw with being Dalish. The person I love deeply is a human... and the majority of my friends are humans as well. People are people. As for what I really don’t like? Darkspawn. I guess I landed the wrong job.

She laughs genuinely.

12. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING?

Well, it used to be hunting and exploring the forests. I still enjoy that, but get a lot less of it in. I love to read. Being out in the world now has allowed me access to all sorts of books. I also really love cooking. I didn’t cook much with my clan, as I was tasked with hunting. But here with my friends, we are completely self-sufficient. We take turns cooking. Sten and Morrigan despise cooking the most, so I take their day whenever possible. I love it! Other than that, I just love to spend time with Alistair. Our moments of respite are too few and far between, so we cherish our free time deeply.

13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?

She pauses, pondering and reflecting.

Never intentionally, for the most part. We have all hurt someone, at some point in our lives.

14. EVER…KILLED ANYONE BEFORE?

She blinks, expressionless.

... Yes. And I’d do it again because they deserved it. While I don’t celebrate someone’s demise, I don’t mourn them either because it had to be done. With that said, I make every effort to solve problems peacefully. But sadly, the world doesn’t always work that way.

15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?

A bird... because I’m a free-spirit.

16. NAME ONE OF YOUR WORST HABITS.

Over-thinking, and worrying too much.

Her face falls a bit.

17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL?

Wynne - she’s been like a mother hen to us... to me especially. She’s so wise and keeps me grounded.

Her expression grows somber, a bit melancholy as she stares out the window.

And Duncan... he saw something in me, but the truth is that I was broken when he “found” me. I was so unprepared for this role that would soon fall into my lap. There was no one better to mentor me in the very short time that he did. He was a remarkable man, that showed me the very meaning of what it means to be honorable.

A tear falls...

18. SEXUAL ORIENTATION?

Well, I am with a man right now... but to be honest, I love who I love. Their parts and identity are irrelevant in regards to my feelings for them. It was hard for me to come out with this, because the Dalish discourage it mostly. My clan doesn’t see it as immoral, but reproduction is so pressed upon us. Another flaw, I think... no one should be pressured on who they love and spend their life with.

19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?

I have never been to a school. We are taught by the elders.

20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY?

Her expression grows a bit sad, and she shifts in her seat.

I always thought I would get married and have children. As I mentioned before, it is expected of you within the Dalish, but in all honesty, I wasn’t opposed to it. However, I am now a Grey Warden. I have been told time and time again that my life is no longer for me. I live to serve. While that has been a hard adjustment, I have accepted the likelihood that I’ll never have a normal life. So while I don’t rule anything out... I just simply don’t know...

My love and I have talked about marriage a few times...

She trails off.

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?

Failing... and being utterly alone, especially when dying. Losing Alistair...

She seems very uncomfortable.

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?

Mage robes. They’re just so comfortable. Though I do wear light armor underneath when I know the likelihood of battle may present itself.

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?

She smiles slightly, but her face lights up.

Yes, I love Alistair very much. We’ve been through so much together, and have grown incredibly close. If the darkspawn threat had never happened... I’d have never met him. That’s why I regret nothing, no matter how painful. I don’t even remember life before him.

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH/MIDDLE/LOW)

Well, not only am I an elf... I’m Dalish. So I think that should make me bottom of the barrel. However, I’ve been treated very well by most people due to my position within the Grey Wardens. Sadly most of my fellow elves are not so lucky.

Her brow furrows.

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?

More than I ever thought I would have. I’m so thankful to have them by my side. Even the cranky ones, MORRIGAN.

She turns towards another room as she raises her voice at Morrigan’s name, with an accusatory tone. Then turns back, with a chuckle.

26. THOUGHTS ON PIE?

She smiles.

My thoughts are that I don’t eat it enough. Especially when it’s apple or strawberry. You can keep the cherry pie though. I don’t know? It’s a texture thing.

She shrugs.

27. FAVORITE DRINK?

Water. And pine needle tea.

She laughs at the interviewer’s expression.

I guess that’s weird for most people, but the Dalish... or my clan anyway, lives off of pine needle tea. It’s good for the blood, and we especially drink it a lot when we’re ill. It’s very healing. We sweeten it with a bit of honey, and it tastes just like the forest. Fortunately, I can still have it quite often. I make it at camp just about every night.

28. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE?

The forest. I still feel most at home there. Sometimes being in the city makes me feel so lonely. But if I venture into some glade... I immediately feel at peace. It may seem strange, but try it.

29. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?

The lake. I swim in lakes all the time. When you’re on the road like we are, you bathe where you can. I bathe in lakes, streams, under waterfalls... anywhere we can get fresh water. I love it.

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN ANYONE?

I’m in love with someone.

She smiles, bashfully.

31. WHAT’S YOUR DICK SIZE?

Her face twists in confusion.

I’m sorry? You’ve lost me...

32. WELL, WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?

Alistair. Sensitive, sweet, funny... and so handsome. He is sincere and while our backgrounds are totally different, we are alike in all the ways that matter. We compliment each other.

She sighs romantically.

33. AND WHAT ATTRACTS YOU?

His hands... they’re so much bigger than mine. His shoulders. And his smile and eyes... I could go on, but I’ll restrain myself.

34. ANY FETISHES?

Hmmm, probably. We’ll see.

She laughs shyly.

35. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?

What...? Um, both... uh, wait. Nevermind... Next question.

Her face turns incredibly flushed.

36. CAMPING INDOORS OR OUTDOORS?

Outdoors. It’s what I’ve done all of my life and what I do now mostly. I will admit... now that my days are spent battling darkspawn, sometimes it is nice to be in a warm bed inside. Where there are walls around you, abundant food, and just that feeling of safety... even if it’s an illusion. But I’ll never get tired of staring at the stars before I fall asleep.

37. ARE YOU WANTING THE QUIZ TO END?

Well, I’ll admit that I talked about a lot more than I ever thought I would. But it was fun, so I suppose this is a good place to end it.

She smiles and nods her head politely.

#oc interview #ayla mahariel #dragon age origins #dragon age #my oc #my grey warden

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ramblinganthropologist · 7 years ago

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for Al and Bo: #'s 5, 13, 17, 21 and 45

We have a long ass answer because Chris doesn’t know when to STFU. It’s under the cut. Also major thanks to @reallyfuckinggay as always for letting me use Bo and make her party to the Normandy shenanigans. It wouldn't be Double Shepard without her.

Also watch me never call my own character by his full first name *peace sign*

Here’s Alistair Shepard’s section, done by me.

5 - On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?First off, Al’s a biotic, and in my head biotics get hypo easily as their body needs an energy source for all that blasting. So he’s probably got some candy or something to help him pick things up if he goes low. Probably enough for him and Bo or whatever biotic he’s with since he’s a medic.

Pen. Even if you don’t really need pens anymore, the clicking mechanism is something of a stim for him. It’s a major annoyance to everyone else, probably. They know if the commander’s clicking away, something is wrong. Seek to find out what.

Bandaids and a little pack of disinfectant. That’s just his medic training coming back. He hangs out with a crew with frequent injuries so it’s a good idea to keep it handy. He also has like a travel pack of pain killers - mostly for personal use. Being a biotic isn’t easy. It’s just fantasy tylenol or something, nothing hardcore. Might also keep his anxiety medicine in his pockets too.

(He’s military, he has a lot of pockets in those dumb pants!)

He tends to keep some bits for repairs on hand. Usually Bo’s omni-tool goes haywire. She forgets not to hit with the hand it’s on. (That thing is 90% Al fixes by now.) And… probably hamster treats because hey, shit gets everywhere.

13. Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Oh man if he was bothered by blood he’d be fucked. Al’s a medic so he sees a LOT of blood. After all, healing hands are often the bloodiest. He probably sees more blood as a medic than in any function as a marine. So, he’s pretty much used to it.

It rarely bothers him, but there are a few instances it does. First off if Bo is bleeding, he gets really nervous. She doesn’t bleed easily so if she’s bleeding, oh shit. Second off is if Garrus is bleeding badly. This is recent after what happened on Omega. You don’t get covered in a man’s blood and come out of it perfectly ok, especially since he scrubbed it off afterwards. If it’s just something minor he’s fine, but the panic button gets smacked if it’s a steady flow. Luckily, I don’t think Turians bleed easily.

Also can I count period blood? I’m counting period blood. Just his. The hormones and cramps are bad enough without it.

Basically, just people he cares deeply about in a bad way. And bothered is mostly try and stop it.

17. What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Before he was born, his mother (Rowan Shepard-McTir) got a stuffed hamster as a prize from a carnival. It was the only thing to make him stop crying as a baby, so it became his favorite toy. When he was little, he took it everywhere with him. Slept with it? You bet. You didn’t see little Al without his favorite hamster plushie. He loved that thing until it literally came apart at the seams and had to be sewn back together by his sister (Anora McTir-Vibrius) at least twice. Unfortunately, it was lost in the raid on Mindoir. This is probably why he loves hamsters so much.

21. If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

Mostly, Al places blame firmly on himself. He’s got people under him he has to protect ,and if something happens to them it’s pretty hard on him. Like he’s the CO, he’s the responsible one. They’re depending on him. So if he fucks up, he fucks up bad. There’s also a lot of deep set guilt over Mindoir - maybe if he had been faster, he could have gotten his father or a classmate or something. Survivor guilt maybe? (Mindoir is like point 2 of why Al is an anxious mess. You don’t hold a biotic barrier among pirate raids that long and come out ok.) It’s also part of his anxiety disorder that he places a lot of the blame onto himself. After all, if it’s his fault, it can be controlled and the universe isn’t a random fucking weird ass place. (Therapy’s helping with that. It’s a slow process.)

Though, there are a few things he is very happy to blame others on. Dying? Not really on him, that was the Collectors. (Bo would disagree - his dumb hero ass had to go get Joker like an asshole.) Akuze? Not him, Cerberus. Couldn’t do anything about a thresher maw. Can’t control that. These are very rare examples though.

45. What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

You can’t use death to scare a man who’s died once before. Al was dead as dead got and you know what? He didn’t mind it. He has memories, or maybe just dreams from when they were putting him back together. It’s foggy, but he met someone to tell Bo her brother was proud of her. Also, he got the feeling somebody hit him. Somebody with red hair and a shit ton of freckles. But he’s not sure what that was. He’d like to think it was the afterlife, minus the hitting and all. But it could have just been dreams brought on by his battered brain being brought back to life.

He was raised to believe there’s something beyond this life, but it was never really stressed what. So, if it’s there it’s not a big deal. If it’s not, well, he finally gets some fucking rest. Al isn’t really shaken by the thought of his own death since he’s been there, done that, got the t-shirt. The only thing that bothers him is the idea of leaving his loved ones behind, and this list has been expanding rapidly ever since he was made a Spectre. He’s got family out there now and he’d love to get to know them. Plus, more than anything he’d love to make a family with Garrus. This is what would bother him if he died again, not what comes after - it’s what he’d leave here.

Plus, Bo has already said she’d kill him if he died again. He’s good.

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And now for Bo’s answers, answered by @reallyfuckinggay, her creator that I steal from constantly. Also #1 chief enabler. You can tell who talks way too much of the two of us. (Hint, it’s me.)

5 - On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Front right-A pack of gum, a fistful of loose goldfishFront left - A bag of gummy worms and another loose fistful of goldfish Back left and right - her muscular ass

13 - Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Only on Al because bad times with the eye. Otherwise no.

17 - What was your character’s favorite toy as a child.

Bear.

21 - If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

Outwardly Bo blames others. Joker’s at fault for Al’s death, etc. Internally, Bo blames herself when shit goes wrong. She’s “the stronger Shepard” so she should be more on top of things.

45 - What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

Bo’s never going to die she’s decided she’s going to live forever through sheer force of will. But if she did she thinks she’ll enter the afterlife and deck then hug her dead brother.

#restlessbluebird #Alistair Shepard #Bo Peep Shepard #It almost feels like the characters answered this

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