#and I'm always down to learn more about Fenris

[krems-chair]

EDIT: after an informative conversation with @alijuan I would like to clarify that the spirit of my post and therefore the irritation within it is misplaced. Prior to alijuan dropping some Fenris expertise, I was always under the impression that the ritual Danaris used, while elven in nature, had been incorporated by the rest of Tevinter. They've clarified that this quote was (1) predominantly addressing architecture and (2) that the ritual against Fenris was not as widespread as I thought it was.

I've amended the post instead of deleting it at alijuan's suggestion in case anyone revisiting it or seeing it for the first time can also benefit from learning a little more of the accurate lore.

There's a lot to be mad at from yesterday's info dump, but you can feel free to discount this part of it.

Thank you alijuan for sharing your knowledge and working with me to find the appropriate way forward. 😊

@vhenan-writes brought my attention to IGN once again rolling out the red carpet for some truly insane choices by Epler himself. So many of them could be analyzed but right now this is killing me the most.

I'm so glad Tevinter doesn't have the capacity to work Lyrium. Good news, guys. Someone should tell Fenris. Let him know it's all good.

Oops how'd that get here

[kirkwallsquad]

favorite da2 battle lines in no particular order

i'm listening to a compilation by danaduchy on youtube rn so

literally every fenris line bcs everyone else is YELLING and he's just speaking in his regular quiet-ish voice. king what are you saying i can't HEAR YOU

except for when hawke goes down. THEN he's loudly upset.

"hawke's down! time to panic!" (isabela)

"the tame elf is down" (varric - what the fuck omg don't call fenris that)

"your pet elf has fallen" (carver - WHAT THE FUCK OMG DON'T CALL FENRIS THAT)

"that moody mage is down" (aveline)

"ugh, can someone pick up fenris please?" (merrill)

"isabela's on the ground... appropriately" (aveline - HELLO?!?!?!?)

"merrill! oh, blood mages are so dramatic" (isabela)

"aveline has fallen?" (fenris - why is this a question babe)

"they got whatshisname, the mage" (varric - i continue to believe he doesn't know anders' name until act 3)

"the dwarf has dropped a few more feet" (sebastian)

"dear varric, please learn to parry. love, your innards" (varric)

"do you have something for this, because it hurts" (carver)

"even my teeth hurt" (anders)

"i've got so many bruises now they've got names and families" (merrill)

"ugh, i have dirt in my mouth" (sebastian)

"you're going to let me walk around injured?" (carver)

"being close to death is very bad for my morale" (isabela)

sebastian describes his wounds as "oozing" or "seeping" more than once

"i know dalish are meant to be close to the earth, but we don't mean literally" (merrill)

"i'm alright, who needs kidneys anyway" (isabela)

"hawke. varric. i think this is bad." (merrill)

"stop being you and fix me up" (carver - BABY. BABY BROTHER.)

"that really gets the blood flowing" but also "i will fight and pray for forgiveness later" but also "this is much more exciting than the chantry!" (sebastian - what is wrong with you <3)

"my face is not a shield!" (hawke)

"and they say drinking doesn't solve anything" (isabela)

"haawke i can't mooove" (sebastian)

"i'm too far away, what do you want me to do? shout at them?" (isabela)

"i'd have to fly to reach! of course, i've always wanted to learn to fly" (merrill - she's literally the funniest person ever)

"alas, no" (fenris)

"my faith is my armor! my cause is my shield!" (sebastian)

"if we kill them, we get their stuff!" (isabela)

"andraste's knees, it's like herding cats!" (isabela)

"AFRAID YET?!" (anders)

"RUN! WHILE YOU CAN!" (anders - he's so loud i love him)

"another one for me! how many have you gotten, hawke?" (varric)

"ah. a shame that you're going to die, no?" (fenris)

"you. me. and an audience. that's what this is all about!" (carver)

"may the creators have mercy on you! i certainly won't." (merrill)

"destructive forces of nature, coming up!" (anders)

"suck on a fireball!" (anders)

"NEVER TAUNT A MAGE!!!" (anders)

"a thrust, now a parry" (fenris)

"i'm gonna taunt you in elvish now! durgen'len! aravel! vallaslin!" (merrill)

"hello, i'm merrill, and i'll be your distraction." (merrill)

"I'LL SHOW YOU WHY MAGES ARE FEARED!!!" (anders)

"maker please forgive your children" followed immediately by "DID YOU SEE THAT SHOT" (sebastian)

"WANT TO SEE WHAT'S UNDER THESE ROBES?!?!?!" (anders)

"I'M RIGHT HERE! HIT ME!" (isabela)

"maker, the idiocy" (bethany)

"MAKER BLESS YOUR CHILDREN IN THEIR HOUR OF NEEEED" (sebastian)

"my weapon does nothing??" (fenris - he sounds so puzzled help)

"this is SO not working" (anders)

"if the pointy sticks don't work, try the other pointy sticks" (isabela)

"ah, dear. why doesn't anyone ever want to be nice to us?" (merrill)

"is there an end to the people who hate you?" (aveline)

"looks like we've got a few more puppies to kick" (isabela - HELLO?!?)

"take a step, kill, repeat repeat repeat" (carver)

"the hate you inspire is unfortunate" (fenris)

"another twenty steps, another batch of deaths" (anders)

"nobody seems to like you. do you get used to that?" (merrill - ouch. brutal hskfjhgksdjfhg)

"i can't take credit for all of this. hawke helped a little bit" (isabela)

[unholly-reader]

Shadowcloaked // Chapter 2

Hello people!

Yes - the next chapter has arrived! Still no action really but it's coming. I just hope you enjoy this one and until next time.

XoXo

(Un)Holly

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Seven Years Later

March of the year 628 AU

- I swear to Zinhal, Drina, if you don't come down this instant, I am personally dragging you here myself. 

- I would like to see your try, Your Grace. 

- You're asking for it, Sunshine. 

It wasn't an unusual sight to witness Fen Riorson's son running around with Fenrys Vartell's daughter like two overly energetic monkeys along the walls of the residence. Throughout the years they spent together, both Xaden and Drina learned one another head to toe. Neither of them would admit it, but they had a feeling they knew more about the other person than they knew about themselves. They've come a long way since the day they first met. Xaden grew up, both mentally and physically. Gone was the little charming boy dressed in pretty blues sneaking into his father's meetings. Now in his place stood a tall, incredibly well built young man with sharp features and defined muscles outlined on his body almost like a map. His eyes retained that boyish charm, which he usually used to tease Drina, but nevertheless he was a child no more. Drina was no exception. The little girl with pretty braids circling around her head stepped down and in her stead a witty young lady emerged. Her dark hair only grew longer, and so did she. The passing time changed a girl's body into a young woman's figure. Her eyes remained the same, bright blue, almost sapphire like and they kept the spark she had always had. What didn't change was the way they cared about each other. Quickly after their first encounter they became close friends, just as the Duke foresaw. 

Those same two friends were currently standing at the opposite sides of one of the castle borders of Riorson House with Alexandrina sitting atop the white brick wall and Xaden standing in front of said wall, arms crossed over his toned chest and a witty smirk. 

- You know what your father has to say about your climbing adventures. The last time you fell down, you were bedridden for seven weeks, Drina and guess who got the blame for it - Xaden replied cheekily, staring up at his friend dangling her feet over the edge of the wall - So please, come down. 

Drina laughed out, smirking at the boy beneath her with a twinkle in her eyes. 

- Aw, is the future Duke worried I might hurt myself?

- Stop messing around and get down here. 

The girl huffed quietly, standing up and walking back and forth on the wall’s very edge. Her arms spread out like a bird readying to fly and her dark blue jacket swinging in the air. She didn't seem to mind the fifty something feet separating her from the ground, jumping on the wall like it was the easiest and most natural thing in the world. She also knew that her behavior was driving Xaden mad, or so it seemed based on the grimace on his face, and she was loving it. 

- But I like looking at you from up here. It’s so refreshing. Usually you're the one looking down at me and this is a nice change. 

- I'm going to count to three and you will get down here, Alexandrina.

- Oh, so now we're using full names. He's getting serious - Drina laughed out amused with her friend’s reaction - I should be scared I think. 

- Drina...

Before Xaden could finish his sentence, the very thing he was worried would happen, happened. One second Drina was calmly balancing on the edge, and the second she tripped over her own feet and she fell over with a deafening shriek. She was falling and falling fast. She closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself for the impact, but it never came. The next thing she knew she felt strong arms wrapped underneath her knees and back and the familiar smell of musk and leather hit her nose like an old melody. When she fluttered her eyes open, she was met with Xaden's muscular chest rising up and down in swift movements. Looking up, she caught his gaze and just from that one look she knew she was screwed. There was fury laced in between the golden speckles of his eyes. Drina could feel it in the way he looked at her, but also in the way he was holding her tightly against his body. Slowly, she averted his eyes, clasping her arms around his neck. 

- You might have had a point here. But since nothing really happened, I think we can forget about this little…

- Don't ever do this again. Ever. 

Xaden's voice dropped at least an octave as he spoke calmly, but there was anger hidden between the lines. He refused to let go of Drina’s body, clinging onto her as if his very life depended on it. On her presence. For this one moment time seemed to have stopped and everything around them blurred out, leaving just the two of them alone. Her breath whispering against his skin. His heart beating wildly in his chest. There has always been an unspoken bond between the two friends yet neither of them ever acted on it. Like their hearts were designed to play the same melody and follow the same tune. Xaden was worried sick every time Drina went out on her little adventures, wandering outside the walls of Riorson House the same way she was losing her sleep over his nightly escapades with Garrick. And right now Xaden was losing his shit over Drina’s fall and he could swear he was ready to murder her and give her the biggest hug ever at the same time. 

- I’m fine, Xaden. Maybe a little shaken up and my breakfast has probably travelled up and down my stomach like three times already, but otherwise…

- You scared the living shit out of me, Drina - once again Xaden interrupted her mid sentence, slowly setting her down on her own two feet - So please, for the love of Gods, don’t do that to me again. Please. 

- Since when is it polite to interrupt someone in the middle of a sentence? - Drina asked teasingly, tilting her chin up a little so that she could look directly into her friend’s eyes. 

- Since someone decided to give me a heart attack in the middle of the fucking day!

It was a rare occasion when the Duke’s son lost his temper, especially in Drina’s presence. Usually he kept his cool, collecting his frustrations and anger so that he could let loose later on while training or by taking a run around the hills surrounding the residence. This particular lashing out came not only as a surprise to Drina, but to Xaden himself. He shook his head, silently calming himself before he lost it completely. 

- I’m sorry - he apologized, grabbing her hand in his much bigger one - I shouldn’t have yelled. 

- Well, I’m sorry for scaring the shit out of you. 

The two friends laughed quietly, still gazing into each other’s eyes longingly. Without thinking Xaden bowed his head a little, putting his forehead against Drina’s, exhaling deeply. A quiet moment of peace after a storm. 

- Just please, don’t do it again. I may not always be there to break your fall, Sunshine. 

- Duly noted, Your Grace, but I have to warn you. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.

Xaden didn’t say anything back, simply smiling at Drina. She looked up at him, admiring the gentle curves of his lips bending in the most heartwarming grin she had ever seen. That’s how she was with him. Most days a confident young lady perfectly capable of protecting herself, strict and steady, but when it came to the Duke’s sone, she was putty in his hands. A fierce beast demoted to the size of a kitten with just one pleasant smile, and she wasn't mad about how his presence affected her behavior. Xaden became one of the most important people in her life and she didn’t mind the way his friendship softened her exterior from time to time, since he was well aware how capable she really was. He saw her for who she was and who she had the potential to become. That’s how they built their friendship - they made a strong foundation with trust and truth. 

- So now, will you please come with me? My father has gathered his council and he expects us both there.

Drina’s smile dropped almost instantly. 

- Have the Navarrians made any moves near the border? - she asked, forgetting quickly about her childish nonsense wall walking. 

- Not that I’m aware of - Xaden replied, grabbing her hand out of habit and dragging her back inside - But I know something must have happened. With the first light my father sent three more squads to patrol the borders and he received some letters from Lewellen and Sefrisgen. 

- Any news from my father? 

- We’re about to find out, Sunshine. 

Drina squeezed his hand just a little tighter, following his footsteps on the stairs and then entering the residence. They walked into the main hall, past the guards and the black stone columns standing on both sides of the room. It was awfully quiet and the interior of Riorson House seemed more like a haunted house than an actual nobleman’s home. The windows decorating both sides of the hall were barely letting in any light with dark gray curtains covering most of the glass surface. The place both Xaden and Drina once associated with joy and children’s play, now resembled a broken fortress. Walking up the grand stairs in the hallway brought back the memories of the days they would play hide and seek and drive Garrick absolutely mad when he couldn't find them while they hid behind on the walls in the secret tunnels scattered all around the residence. Now, all grown up and steady they passed the corridors leading to their rooms and walked further down the dark brown wooden floors straight towards the grand door separating them from the Meeting Hall. 

- I don't want to say I have a bad feeling, but I have a bad feeling - Drina said with a hint of fear in her voice, clinging onto Xaden's arm like a child would its mother - They rarely ever let us listen in on those meetings, let alone invite us to attend. 

- Let's see what they have to say first, then we will evaluate the damage.  

Drina nodded absentmindedly, her thoughts swimming elsewhere. She was almost exclusively focused on her father and his current whereabouts. The last time she heard from him he was en route between Sefrisgen and Samara as an envoy to the Duke to lead negotiations on his behalf, so she wasn't quite sure when and if she would see him any time soon. 

At the same time, both Drina and Xaden pushed the massive door, entering the Meeting Hall. It looked exactly the same as every other time they would listen in on their father's conversations. A wide, pentagonal room with a tall ceiling littered with a starry map of old constellations and a rectangular table right under it surrounded by intricately carved wooden chairs, each with a signet decorating its back seat. The walls were covered in majestic tapestries, each representing a monumental moment in the history of Aretia. The moment it was build, the day the first duke was crowned, the day Tyrrendor united with Navarre and the rest of the provinces. Drina always admired them, even if only for the craftsmanship. 

At the very top of the table stood the most majestic of all the chairs. The Tyrrish throne. The chair itself measured a good six feet or so, putting above all the other seats and above those attending the meetings. It was carved out from from an oaken tree, delicate veins of whimsical branches following the lines of the armrests. The back seat had soft dark leather sewn into the seat, smoothly transitioning into a cushion. It was the one seat Xaden was afraid of, because one day he knew he would sit in his father's place and the responsibility that comes with would eventually fall to him. 

- How kind of you to finally join us, Xaden. Drina, please come in. Take a seat. 

Fen Riorson's voice was the same as always. Calm, collected and poised with just a hint of spite. With a wave of his arm he gestured Drina and Xaden to take the chairs on his right, two of the four currently unoccupied seats at the table. Both of them followed the Duke’s command and quietly sat by the table. Seven chairs were occupied by the Duke’s most trusted advisors, starting with Yvan Farsky, his second general and the most ruthless man in all of Tyrrendor, finishing with Daryan Quentys, whose main concern remained the Tyrrish fortune or lack thereof. Unfortunately for Drina, the chair closest to Fen’s left - the one reserved for her father - was still empty. She sighed quietly, looking down at her hands, fiddling with the golden ring on her middle finger. Her actions did not go unnoticed by both the father and the son of the Riorson family. While Xaden almost automatically reached for her palm, encircling it in his bigger one, his father shot Drina a sympathetic look with a ghost of a smile on his lips.

- Lord Fenrys will join us later on as he should be arriving today from his travels, but he sent a raven ahead to inform me of his delay. 

Fen’s words were more than enough too cheer Drina up, but nevertheless she didn’t let go of Xaden’s hand. Bowing her head slightly, she silently thanked the Duke and then focused all her attention on the map splayed out on the table. She took a closer look and felt her heart speed up once again. This particular map she was familiar with as she had seen it countless times before. These were the Tyrrish borders from the side it was neighboring with Navarre, but this time it looked a little different. Most of the blue spots representing Tyrrish forces along the borders were replaced by red dots scattered all over the thick, dark line representing the official divide between the provinces. This could only mean one thing. 

- The Navarrians are moving faster than we anticipated - general Tavis spoke up, standing up from his spot two chairs away from the Duke, pointing out the obvious - Only this morning we have received news that their forces have been relocated and redistributed between more outposts. This is both good and bad news on our side. On the bright side, more terrain coverage means less men standing guard and therefore makes them an easier target for us to fight back, but that doesn’t make them any less dangerous. Each of these places are protected by at least four to six dragons each. 

Four to six dragons. For a small squad of highly trained soldiers with swords and bows with arrows for weapons, even one dragon was a death sentence.

- That much we know, Gaylen - the Duke stated, leaning against the table with a frown - Tell me something I don’t know and it better be something we could use to our advantage. 

Garrick’s father shot the Duke a disregarding glance, rolling his eyes as if it was obvious he was also carrying good news. 

- There is word that King Tauiri is gathering his generals and highest ranking officers in the capital. We’re almost certain that they are planning on reevaluating the crisis, considering the fact that Queen Maraya has been invited to treat with him in three days time. 

- They must be desperate if they have decided to look for help beyond the Poromish borders - Fen replied with a hum, scratching his chin - What does it mean for us?

- Well we have something that Tauiri can’t give Queen Maraya even if he found a way to turn into a dragon - Gaylen smiled and turned his gaze to Drina - We have a future queen amongst us. 

For a moment the whole room went silent. Suddenly Drina felt all nine pairs of eyes on her as she looked around unsure of what had happened. Unaware of the. Context of general Tavis’s statement, she kept quiet, trying to remain calm. Her efforts were for naught when Xaden raised his voice in a manner most unseemly for the future Duke. 

- You want to marry Drina off to Maraya’s son? Are you completely mad? Artasan is a monster!

That was the moment Drina started to lose her shit. 

- He’s the future king of Poromiel, Xaden - the Duke boomed at his son, silencing his outrage - Alexandrina is a descendant of a noble house with long history in Tyrrish culture and therefore is a perfect candidate. Unlike you, she knows when duty must supersede one’s personal needs. 

Drina wasn’t sure she was following the conversation happening next to her, but she registered a few words. Marry. Maraya’s son. Monster. 

Neither of them sounded like anything she’d be willing to do but the Duke was right. She knew the meaning of duty and the sacrifices it required. That didn’t mena she was overjoyed with the fact that she could be shipped off as a future bride wrapped like a gist with a pretty bow on top. 

- You can’t possibly be serious, general - Xaden exclaimed, now focused on Garrick’s father - She’s neither a bargaining chip, nor a brood mare to be sold if need be. She belongs here. 

- Xaden, I think you’re forgetting yourself - Fen reprimanded his son quietly, glaring at the boy sitting to his right with a disappointed expression painted on his face - You should get some fresh air and calm down. 

As it would happen, Xaden did not agree with his father on neither of the matters. He was on the verge of creating yet another scene, when he felt a cold hand sneaking into his clenched palms. He turned his head only to see Drina looking at him with begging eyes, as if she was silently asking him to leave it be. He could clearly see she was just as disoriented as he was, but she kept her calm and asked him to do the same. It wasn’t easy, but one deep breath later Xaden looked at his father, nodding silently and sliding his chair away from the table. 

- You’re right, father. I believe both Drina and I need the fresh air, so if you’ll excuse us, we’ll take our leave now. 

And so he stood up, dragging Alexandrina behind him. Without thinking twice she followed his steps, shooting the Duke and apologetic glance, before blindly walking behind Xaden. She could hear the raised voices of all the councilors gathered in the room, but it was only for a few seconds before they closed the door behind them. Xaden never stopped walking, Drina’s hand in his as he navigated through the corridors and towards the staircase leading to his chambers. It wasn’t unusual for them to spend their time together in either of their rooms, but the tight grip he had on her hand told Drina this wouldn’t be one of their typical hangouts. When they climbed the stairs and reached the door to his room, Xaden stopped in his tracks, causing Drina to bump into his back. Quickly, he turned around and cupped her face in his hands, putting his forehead to her own as if he was trying to further calm himself down. Both of them took a deep, gentle breath, steadying themselves in each other’s presence. Drina enjoyed the warmth that emanated from Xaden’s hands, feeling herself snuggle into his palms. It was a moment of peace and quiet as they stood in silence before he spoke up. 

- I will not let you marry that sadistic pig, if it’s the last thing I ever get to do. 

[hyper-elastagirl]

Now that I've had some time to digest veilguard I gotta ask (and ramble about my quizzy below)

Like many of us, I have gotten extremely attached to my inquisitor (and her romanced option). She's been with me for 10 years! Adahlena Lavellan was the first oc of mine that I made and *stayed the same* and hasn't been drastically reworked as my interests evolved. She and my love of dragon age and our beloved egg headed apostate have been a solid presence in my life for 10 whole years. So I've had a lot of time to get to know her. I think our canon solavellan ending is sweet, like something out of mythology, but I'm not sure if Adah would be down for it?? Ramble below

Adahlena Lavellan dedicated her life pre-inquisition to mastering the art of the hunt and devoting herself to June. With a quick wit and nimble fingers from a young age, she excelled at archery and crafting tools and had a love for tinkering and dreaming of what technology was like in the age of the gods. After an unfortunate run in with Tevinter slavers as a youth, she became radicalized. Staunchly anti slavery (and anti human), she set her mind to improving upon existing tech and dreaming up new ways to keep her people safe. Needless to say she was not a happy camper in haven! Surrounded by humans (ew! Scary!) She was drawn to Solas as a friendly elven face. Her prejudice against humans slowly softened, but she was always drawn to Solas's witt and familiar comfort and loved picking his brain and asking questions.

She declined to have her vallaslin removed in Crestwood. Adah strongly believes that what is in the past is in the past and wears her shackle scars and injries from the slavers with pride. She is also still very attached to her clan and Dalish culture, their rejection would devastate her. Her refusal is based on the fact that they mean something else now, and she would not want to erase or tarnish a life's worth of positive memories.

Post trespasser, she disbands the inquisition and vows to try and change Solas's mind, and if that fails then to stop him. In between searching for him, Adah blows off steam taking out venatori slavers and befriends Fenris. They bond over relationship woes (a widower and divorcee) amd she promises to try and help find Hawke in the fade, as she feels horrible for leaving him there. (I think they should go on an eluvian hopping adventure together after meeting Rook and eventually rescue Hawke. And also Assan cuddles, everyone deserves Assan cuddles.).

She keeps a low profile. Still generally hesitant around humans, and hates the title "herald of andraste". The maker is not her god, the chant not her religion, none of it her culture. Sure, she's had good experieces, made lifelong friends, made world shattering discoveries, and enjoys exploring the world and learning all she can. But it's been 10 years and she is tired of the weight of it all and misses the early days in haven when it felt like a group of frieds against the world and she had an odd apostate to flirt with. Or the mindless comfort of her clan, daily hurts and tweaking her bow around a fire full of family.

So, the last two of her gods are felled and it's time to stop Solas once and for all, or die trying. He tries himself to the fade with blood magic resolves himself to keeping it intact. Canonically, a romanced Lavellan joins him and it is very sweet. But I'm not sure if that's Adahlena's vibe, you run into his arms and have a sweet fairytale ending (but yay for all of you who like it!)

I feel like she would be well within her right to not join Solas. 10 years is a really long time to be separated from a loved one, and Dread Wolf Solas is so different from the more wisdom-y Solas she knew and loved. Also, Varric :( I can imagine her instead spending the rest of her days tinkering with Bellara and the veil jumpers and exploring Arlathan.

If she did join him, it would be less for the sake of him and more for the sake of getting away from it all. In the prison there's no herald of andraste and the dread wolf, just Adahlena and Solas,normal people. I'm sure after a while with some funky ancient elven magic she could wander and learn from the ruins and tinkering and maybe even communicate with the world so she can keep in contact with her bestie Dorian. And for course, slowly fall back in love. This time with no secrets between them.

But idk, I still have a lot of thoughts to sort through. What about you guys how we feeling how would your Lavellan react if not 100% in line with canon? I'd love to hear

[sigyn-foxyposts]

"I'm also norse heathen! Specifically one that follows Rökkatru!»

Sorry to ask, but does this mean you believe in the Norse Gods?

I’ve never seen that before, but I think that’s really cool. I love Norse mythology and honestly think it’s really underrated, so seeing someone take it as a religion is even cooler!

Really sorry if this came off as came off as offensive, I’m just curious and would really like to learn more about this and what Rökkatru actually is since I can’t find any clear explanations online ^^

Dont be sorry Anon, im happy you asked! And i reassure you i never take offense to questions, if anything i am happy to answer them. Now to answer the question! ^^

It depends on who it is, if we say for example Loki you would consider him a norse god right? Well in the case of Rökkatru its a belief in the ''anti gods'' as Dr Jackson Crawford put it.

Now a breif history to help you understand!

First, there was Asatru which means “True to the Aesir” and it includes gods such as Odin, Frigga, Heimdall, Baldur, Idunn, Bragi, and many others we hear about in myths. Eventually, those whose religious practice concentrated on the Vanir the second, more agricultural pantheon of Gods including Frey, Freya, Njord, and Nerthus. They decided that they would be called Vanatru.

Some time after that, a woman named Abby Helsdottir of New Zealand created the term Rökkatru for those whose primary focus  was the third pantheon of ''underworld gods'' or what we are more familiar with the jotuns/giants. These can include characters such as Hel, Loki, Angrboda, Sigyn, Fenris, Jormundgandr, Narfi and Vali, Surtr, Skadi, Jord and Mordgud among others. Basically, the outcasts of the norse pantheon!

Rökkatru stands for things such as making a change in the world and accepting that fact, we need change for things to keep going in the world. To accept wild nature, like fire and wind, earth and ocean, trees, animals and humans alike! People are weird, unique and wild. They always have been and will continue to be that way in all shapes, forms and sizes. We do not see “dark” as bad or “the underworld gods” as evil. We feel that this is a Christian concept that has infiltrated some modern interpretations of Norse cosmology, first through the Christians that wrote down (and tainted) the only sources we have of these myths, and second through the Christian upbringings of many converts to Northern religion.

(No hate my christian friends <33)

On a more personal note, heathenry is different for everyone and personally i dont think these beings acctually exist out there, like a higher being that is watching over me and what not. I simply belive in what they stand for and i guess in some kind of spirit? Its a bit hard to explain but i think a nice way to put it is that they live on in spirit. Their stories and traits are important and despite the loss, we will not loose what we have left. If you wonder who i work/follow or focus mainly on its Sigyn and Hel! Thank you for reading to the end <33

[littleglowingwolf]

Writing Masterpost

Hi! I'm littleglowingwolf and I write things. I'm just getting back into fic writing after a long time so there will be more soon!

Dragon Age 2

my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth: [in progress] E-Rated. 2007 College AU Fenris x Hawke. One night stand turns to more than either of them ever expected. Mix CDs and AIM Away Messages and T9 texting. And smut.

She was working herself up into some sort of tantrum and he could see it. It would be cute if it weren't equally irritating. “Just because you’re all attractive and cool looking and drinking alone doesn’t mean every woman who comes up to you wants to bone you.” He put up his hands in mock surrender, “Easy there, I never said that was the case.” “You’ve really got the whole devil-may-care act down. I’ll admit it does work for you.” It was almost accusatory. It was definitely less than half a compliment. “It’s not really an act. This is just my personality,” he found himself looking at her lips again. “But yeah it does work.” She looked like she wanted to fight him or kiss him. “Unbelievable,” she laughed to herself.

a taste of the sun [complete, 41k words]: E-Rated. Canon-based Fenris x Hawke. Yearning, inadvisable friends with benefits, sad smut, idiots in love.

Her home was one of abundance. Perhaps not literal, but an abundance of life. When it was consumed by death incarnate, Hawke and her family barely escaped with their lives, eventually landing in Kirkwall. She was not used to city life, but she was industrious and soon learned to put food on her family’s table with her daggers and her cunning. His home, by contrast, was simply an empty void inside his mind and heart. It is difficult to miss what you do not know, but he had been running, running, running for so long it was impossible to envisage a destination. Every now and again he would stop and see if his past would catch up with him. It was always a calculated risk that might end in his true freedom, or more likely, his death. Either way, he thought, it would be over at last.

extremely strong & incredibly slobbery [complete, 1k words]: T-Rated. Based on a prompt asking for some Hawke/Fenris/Lewis the Mabari fluff

Just as she opened the door, she was yanked backward by the unstoppable force of a 183 pound overly- excitable moron. She knew better than to keep her hold on the lead – she only needed to be dragged through one pile of cattle muck to learn that lesson. Mabari are bred for their intelligence and their strength, but their obedience operates like a latch - there are only two settings and no in between. She watched as Lewys bounded off, barking his fool head off at some stray cat.

Dragon Age Inquisition

Inquisitive Hearts [completed, 10k words]: E-Rated. "Inquisitive Hearts" was the in-universe harlequin romance novel featured in Overgrown by @luzial and as such is just 4 chapters of mostly-uninterrupted smut.

Inquisitor Sister Jeanne balances the weight of leadership, faith, and forbidden desires. With the rugged Captain Andor and the enigmatic Magister Gaius pulling her heart in two directions, and the charming Protector Crowe stirring unexpected thoughts, Jeanne must decide if her duty to the Maker outweighs the call of her heart—and body. Inquisitor Sister Jeanne balances the weight of leadership, faith, and forbidden desires. With the rugged Captain Andor and the enigmatic Magister Gaius pulling her heart in two directions, and the charming Protector Crowe stirring unexpected thoughts, Jeanne must decide if her duty to the Maker outweighs the call of her heart—and body.

Dragon Age: Veilguard

would you still love me if i was a worm? [completed, 1.5k words]: E-Rated. I wrote this as an act of anti-fascism. Yes it is about getting deep dicked by a being of light.

The spirit in front of her twirled once, a happy little thing. Her nakedness seemed to please him. Solas was no longer speaking to her in words - as long as one of his pulsing branches made contact with her skin, she could feel his will, his meaning. She took a step forward as one of the tail tendrils slipped between her legs and tickled her thigh. She felt safe. Relaxed. Intrigued.

Star Wars Episode 7 - The Force Awakens

The Nature of Light [in progress]: E-Rated. Sub!Kylo Ren x Reader. Kylo Ren asks you to help him train in an unconventional way.

His smirk has faded, but you grip his hair harder. It feels soft in your hands. He isn’t resisting. “You may be a leader of men, but here, with me,” you rasp, “you are nothing. You are less than nothing. You will lick my boot and you will thank me for the privilege.” You cannot believe these words are coming out of your mouth but it feels… right. “Is that clear, Knight of Ren? You spit out his title like it’s an insult.

The Buzzing [complete, 1.2k words]: T-Rated. A brief piece about Kylo Ren and self-injury.

Callouses eventually formed on his palms, so he moved to his arms. He stole a piece of scrap metal from a mechanical bay and brought it back, where it lived in his bunk, hidden under a mattress. At first he just held it tightly in his hand, willing it to break the skin. His hands just fell asleep. The buzzing always came back.

[tobythewise]

Happy Friday! For DADWC, how about "“Tell me I’m wrong.” for Handers?

Happy Friday! :D This is written for @dadrunkwriting I started writing this last week and I'm pretty sure I wanted to do some hurt/comfort and then I got back to it this week and decided no<3 Anders being down bad for Hawke and Hawke being burly for everyone but the ones me loves? Yes ;p I hope you enjoy!

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Sweat drips down Anders’ spine. He stops for a moment, leaning against his staff. They’ve been up and down the coast all day, trying to find ingredients for a merchant who sells mostly in the Gallows. 

As much as Anders gets sick to his stomach every time Hawke has to head there, he’s glad Hawke picks the jobs he does. 

Following Hawke has always felt like second nature. Okay, maybe not immediately. After realizing this burly, hardass persona is just that; a persona, things smoothed out between them. These days, Anders is glad to be by his side. Plus, Hawke’s adventures sure beat going into the Deep Roads like he had to do with the wardens. 

Leaning down, Anders readjusts the bandages that wrap around his knee, making it more secure. He knows he’ll be sore tomorrow after all this walking, but the pain will be worth it. Especially with the way Hawke’s usual scowl softens into a smile as he pulls a certain plant from the ground, adding it to his pack with the other ingredients they’ve scavenged today. 

Anders is pretty sure he’d do a whole lot to keep that soft look on Hawke’s face. Ever the hopeless romantic. Ever the pining friend. 

“This is the last of it,” Hawke announces. Anders is about to suggest they make their way back into town when distant thunder sounds across the water. Hawke hears it as well. “Sounds like we should find a safe place to make camp. We can head back in the morning.”

“So much for making it back in time for Fenris’ Diamondback night,” Varric grumbles but Merrill is there to reassure him that he can simply attend next week. Varric gives her a soft smile, leading her down the path towards an outcropping of rocks. The two of them find a cave for them all to make camp in. 

Anders can feel the storm approaching. There’s something about storms that leaves him feeling excited. It’s almost like his magic is reaching out and connecting with the lightning, connecting with nature itself. It’s freeing in a way he was never allowed to experience in the Circle. The stone walls always kept this feeling away but now that he’s free to feel the rain on his skin, he’s allowed to revel in it, enjoy it. 

He’s allowed to learn to love his magic instead of viewing it as a curse like the Chantry tried to teach him. 

Anders ducks into the cave. It’s cold and damp and dark. His skin crawls as he notices how low the ceiling in here actually is. 

So much for getting any sort of rest tonight. 

Hawke, Varric, and Merrill work on putting a fire together in the damp space, making sure the fire is built towards a crack in the cave so the smoke has somewhere to drift up and out of the space. Merrill uses her magic to light the fire and Varric comments on how glad he is that he won’t be freezing his balls off tonight. 

Anders finds himself smiling at his friends for a moment before he turns away. He makes his way to the entrance of the cave just as the rain begins to fall. Lightning flashes across the sky and his chest feels light and free, the air bristling with electricity and possibility. 

The sound of his friends talking, echoing off the cramped space behind him has Anders taking off his coat and stepping out into the rain. He knows he’s not back in the Circle. He knows he’s free. But sometimes, he’s human and needs the reminder. 

The rain is cold but in a way that leaves him feeling refreshed and clean. He tilts his face up, letting it wash over him. His chest feels light and warm. His face breaks out into a grin as he pushes his hair out of his face. By the Maker, he loves the rain. 

That spark returns to the air and before he can see the flash of lightning, he decides to meet it with his own. Feeling all the anxieties that the cave brought back, feeling the loneliness that comes with pining over his friend, feeling the freedom of the rain on his skin, Anders channels all of those feelings and lets them burst through him in a sparking arch of lightning. It darts from his fingertips up into the sky. He’s not sure if it’s possible but he wears that his somehow joins the path of the natural lightning streaking across the sky, causing it turn a brilliant purple color halfway through it’s trip. 

Anders can’t stop the bubbling of emotion that overcomes him at the sight. It’s beautiful and he did that. His magic created that. He giggles to himself, stretching his arms out wide, turning around in a circle in the rain. 

“Anders?”

Anders turns around, finding Hawke standing at the entrance of the cave, watching him. Andraste’s wrinkled knickers! He must look like an absolute fool out here, giggling to himself. Except. Wait. Is that a smile on Hawke’s face?

“Hawke,” he says in greeting, tipping his head down in a nod. “Care to join me for a twirl in the rain?”

Hawke shakes his head, looking down at his shoes for a moment. “Yeah, okay,” he says softly. Anders watches as the warrior takes his armor off, laying them on the ground beside Anders’ coat. 

Once he’s down to his trousers and undershirt, Hawke steps out into the rain. Lightning flashes, illuminating their faces and Anders is once again struck by just how beautiful Hawke is. The warpaint slides down the bridge of his nose and over his cheeks, his dark hair starting to lay flat from the rain, and his clothes stick to him, but even so, he’s the most beautiful man that Anders has the pleasure of knowing. 

“Why are you out in the rain?”

“Do I really need a reason? Its so incredibly fresh compared to Darktown.”

Hawke hums, like he doesn’t quite believe Anders’ answer but he’s not about to push. Instead, he pulls Anders in close by his waist. A noise of surprise leaves his lips before he’s gaining his composure once more, placing his hands on Hawke’s broad shoulders. 

Anders isn’t sure what to expect but to be swayed into a waltz wasn’t it. Water drips down their faces and they can only truly see each other when lightning flashes in the sky, but somehow, their feeting doesn’t falter. They find the perfect sway, the perfect rhythm and dance in the rain, their bodies pressed together, stark warmness compared to the coldness of the rain. 

“Anders, I’m sorry you’re stuck in a cave tonight,” Hawke eventually says when their waltz is just about over. Instead, they hold onto one another, swaying gently back and forth. “I know how much you hate confined spaces. I shouldn’t have taken so long--”

“Oh no,” Anders interrupts him, “it’s not your fault. I agreed to come along.”

“I’m glad you did. I’m glad you always do.”

Anders looks away, hoping his cheeks aren’t as hot as they feel. This is getting too close to topics he’d rather ignore. It’s one thing to pine for your friend. It’s another entirely for him to actually know about those feelings and reject them. 

Anders isn’t sure he’s strong enough to handle that on top of everything else. 

“It’s no big deal following our fearless leader.”

“It’s more than that,” Hawke says right away. His hand leaves Anders’ waist, instead touching his cheek. Anders holds his breath, not daring to move for fear of ruining this moment. “You mean so much more than that, Anders.”

“What--” Anders clears his throat. “What do you mean?”

“Tell me I’m wrong,” Hawke breathes out, his eyes darting between Anders’. “Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll never bring this up again. We can chalk it up to my bullheadedness reading into things that aren’t there, but I think I’m right. I almost always am.”

Damn this man and his confidence. Damn Anders for finding it so attractive.

“I think we’ve been holding ourselves back. I wanted to give you space after Karl. You wanted to give me space after everything that happened with my family. I’m so goddamn tired of holding back, Anders.” Hawke swallows. He’s usually a man of few words so to hear this type of speech directed at him as Anders nearly weak in the knees. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned in life, is that tomorrow isn’t guaranteed and I’m so fucking tired of not living to the fullest and keeping you at arm’s length.”

Anders opens his mouth to respond but nothing comes out. Is this? Is he dreaming? Is this real?

“Anders? Could you say something, please,” Hawke says with an awkward chuckle. 

The sound snaps Anders out of his stupor. There’s no way he’s going to let Hawke feel like he’s being rejected, not when Anders feels near bursting with joy. The euphoria of sending lightning up in the sky pales in comparison to knowing Hawke has feelings for him. 

“By the Maker,” Anders breathes out. Instead of answering Hawke with words, he does the only thing he can think to do that’ll leave Hawke without a doubt how he feels. He places his hands behind Hawke’s head and pulls him into a kiss. 

Hawke’s lips against his own is as close to freedom as he’s ever felt. In the Circle, he tried his best not to fall in love, and now here he is, doing it all over again, only this time there’s no cages or walls or templars. It’s just two men, daring to put everything aside and experience love. 

It’s terrifying. It’s exhilarating. It’s everything that Anders is fighting for. 

When they pull back, their foreheads press together. They breath each other’s air, just taking in this closeness, this softness that’s just for the two of them. At least, that’s what Anders thought. 

“By the Creators, it’s about time!”

“Damn it, you two! Isabela is going to grill me on this for her friend fiction!”

Hawke rolls his eyes and gives Anders another peck on the lips before turning around. “Stop gawking, you assholes and get back in the cave!”

Everything has changed and yet, they’re all completely and utterly the same. It’s comforting. Anders smiles as Hawke reaches back and laces their fingers together, pulling him towards the entrance of the cave. 

“Hawke!” Varric yells from his place beside the fire. “This mean you ain’t spooning me tonight?”

Hawke snorts, letting go of Anders hand in order to run into the cave and start bickering with Varric. Anders shakes his head as he watches, his heart light for the first time in a long time. 

[scarfacemarston]

saw your post saying that you want ideas for Fenris, so here's my 5 cents;

You know the romance ending for Fenris? Whenever I see it and I hear Varric say "a hero was born" for some reason that makes me think that it is giving us the idea that Fenris has become a dad, soooooo, any thoughts on Fenris as a dad?

Have a good day/night

Hey! I LOVE that idea. Seriously, that is so heartwarming to think of. It's been months since I've written hc and I've never written for Fenris before, but I hope you like it! I have bonus hc's from the crew below the cut. Background: Despite being together for over several years since Act 3 and the fact that they might as well have been married, Varric and crew still found themselves surprised to hear that Fenris and Hawke were pregnant/adopting. "Broody with a Broody Jr on the way? I knew it'd happen at some point; you owe me 50 coppers, Rivani."

If pregnant - Hawke was initially worried Fenris would leave them because of their first night together, but he had proven himself loyal to a fault numerous times, the thought thankfully disrupted quickly.

Fenris is the worrying warrior until after the baby is born, or if adopting, til they bring them home.  His mind is always going a mile a minute risk calculation and problem-solving for things that haven't yet happened. Hawke has to get him to snap out of it. He's extremely attentive partially because he tries to think about any possible situation and discomfort and how to avoid it. If Hawke is pregnant, he's ready, whether through ginger tea, soothing balms, hot towels, massages, craving outings, you name it.

It's not original, but the baby would definitely be named Bethany, Leandra, or Malcolm if it's a son. With adoption, he feels a little more in control. (I love the idea of Fenris having a daughter, so that's what I'm using her. Feel free to hc differently!)

The baby loves his voice. Adores it. She perks up whenever Fenris speaks, even if it's the quietest of murmurs or humming. Fenris would talk to the baby if his partner is pregnant, calming her down, especially if she starts kicking.  

He doesn't mind getting up in the middle of the night to take care of her. He's lived on such little sleep before, but this was something worth it. He sometimes likes the quiet to reflect on his new life and gaze at the miracle in his arms.

Fenris has to be reminded to put her down sometimes so Hawke can hold her ---then Hawke has to be reminded to put down the baby so they can get work done.

Definitely lots of story time together and time spent reading books together. 

He wants his child to be curious about the world and not be afraid to question why things are the way they are. He encourages her to ask difficult questions, even if it's something he doesn't always want to answer. He will try to answer in an age-appropriate manner anyhow.

Incredibly protective. He never thought he'd have a family, and now he has someone who depends on him more than anything. He is never far from her; if he can't chase after them, she's in a playpen where he can keep watch. However, he also tells himself that falling and making mistakes is okay. Scratched knees or messes are to be expected. Fenris becomes very good at toeing the line between being protective and allowing her to pick herself up and figure out solutions "by herself." (Of course, he'll still be there to kiss it better or give her a boost.)

He and Hawke agree that they'd rather gift her love and time than gifts.

Somehow, Fenris has ended up with an extra Malbari, 2 cats, and a goat as pets.

He teaches her a lot of skills, Lots of nature excursions, and teaches her things like navigation, plant identification, starting a fire, and helping her learn a language. 

He and Hawke agree to teach her self-defense once she's old enough. He's a firm & thorough but patient teacher.

He and Hawke believe she should do whatever she pleases with her body. Does she want long-flowing hair? He'll show off his braiding skills. Does she want chopped hair like FemHawke? Done. 

If she turns out to be a mage, Fenris would accept it. He would know that was a possibility whether she was biologically theirs - because of Hawke's mage line or, if adopted, that it is a randomized gene. He would be lying if he didn't think their lives would be easier if she wasn't a mage - but that is because he is worried for her and the current politics - not so much because of his past treatment of mages. It would take him a little time to process it, but he would love her just the same……….he only hopes that Hawke or one of their friends can help with the magic because turning the floor into an ice rink or the smell of burnt hair can only be tolerated for so long.

Bonus:

The Hawke crew isn't always around, but I like to hear them stay in touch and visit. Maybe they still travel together. I hated the idea of them breaking up.

Varric has most definitely written a few adventures with her in mind - one being a talking animal version of Hawke's adventures. Another about griffons and another about malbari adventurers.

Merrill brings the sweetest gifts and loves telling stories and taking her foraging. Flower crowns are a must.

Isabela develops a liking for stuffed plushies. It started with a stuffed parrot, and before they knew it, the bed was crowded with stuff like Malbari, parrots, griffon, cats, and whatever she could find. Isabela also gives her her first pirate sword. Baby Hawke loves her jewelry.

Aveline - mage or not - offers to train her in combat. Of course, Hawke laughs and says, "She's a baby. I think she's fine for now." She'd offer to babysit - Hawke having a child really has her curious about starting her own family with Donnic when they can find the time. Donnic makes her a set of cards so she can "play" diamondback with them.

Anders offers medical care if he is around and also offers to tutor her in magic - but I think we all know what Fenris' thoughts on that would be. Still, Fenris would begrudgingly be thankful for any care he provided.

[arlathen]

anyway here are my wild guesses about whats going to happen in veilguard specifically posted so that i can come back in a week and laugh at this <3

the veil comes down. the veil absolutely comes down. the world fundamentally changes. i am convinced on this. i'm not sure when it happens but i'll say it's at the end of the game.

there are little hints about solavellan and, like, one cutscene. i hope i'm wrong here but i don't think i am.

act 1 is dealing with ghilan'nain, act 2 is dealing with elgar'nan, and act 3 is. dealing with solas/the whole veil situation. solas gets out of Fade jail at the end of act 1 maybe. i'm trying to say things definitively even though i'm not that confident. maybe it's a blighted titan. i'll say it's also a blighted titan. what could be worse than ghil and elgar'nan after all.

FENRIS DOES COME BACK. please they gotta have fenris. i know hawke can kill him but CMON. they brought back leliana even though a tiny percentage of people killed HER!

they made designs for the rest of the evanuris and we actually see them all. bonus points if we also get to see how each one was uniquely fucking awful <3

they get around the well of sorrows choice by morrigan always taking the fragment of mythal and and not saying whether it was willing or unwilling, and solas absorbing the rest of her soul means that she couldn't influence whoever drank it anymore, or whatever.

morrythal betrays us in some way. we keep saying morrigan was the betrayer apostate well guess what chief. now she really is, just three games late.

based on the achievements and the talk about the mass effect 2 like ending, i do think it's something like. mmmm like to draw from TES, everyone kind of 'mantles' one of the gods and takes their power or something. maybe in order to defeat whatever bad thing rises. but there's a limited number of spaces and you have to choose between saving certain companions and saving solas, the inquisitor, whatever. i am going to be dead wrong on this.

there IS an outcome where you can save solas and basically let him go back to being a wisdom spirit. i don't know if i necessarily believe he was a spirit of wisdom, or i think it's more complicated than that. but he basically gets to shrug off the dread wolf mantle and be just solas, traveling and learning and helping (possibly with lavellan) (please with lavellan) -- in this way they write him off and the world is functionally the same whether you kill or save him. he's at peace. he has no interest in giving orders or influencing the world anymore. if this is a soft reboot and there are more choice imports in the next game, then he may cameo as someone who will give you advice as you find him. he's busy fucking his wife so much though so like leave him alone. he may also be "depowered" -- he uses all his power up bringing down the veil and is just a regular inquisition-era mage now.

i will cry at LEAST five times throughout the game.

okay there are my predictions.

[jean-dieu]

Bonjour.

FINALLY, I am doing a pinned post!

Get to know me, the Man, the Legend.

I'm JEAN-DIEU, or Jean. 24 years old, Fr*nch, any pronouns. I'm a PhD student in AI and vaguely an artist sometimes. I love to create blorbos to obsess with.

I'm into a bunch of stuff you can learn more about just below! If you want to chat with me, feel free to send a DM, I'm always up to meet new people! Link, fandom, ocs and stuff under the cut!

My stuff :

#my-art will get you all my beautiful and awesome drawing (i am extremely talented)

#my-writings will get you all my writing in a language I don't speak correctly

#my-rambles will get you unhinged thoughts and co.

My Fandom :

I am currently into :

Pathfinder, which includes both Owlcat Games (but mostly Wrath of the Righteous) and also the TTRPG

Dragon Age (most current and newest obsession)

The TTRPG community in general

Baldur's Gate 3

Warhammer 40k

My OCs :

Pathfinder:

Raphaël Esdras (he/him), Hellspawn Tiefling Inquisitor of Sarenrae. My main OC, the love of my life. Played in my WoTR campaign as well as in the video games. Rawful Good zealot with a martyr complex. (Romancing Sosiel)

Lazare Lune-De-Miel (he/him), Kyton-spawn Tiefling Bard/Warlock, faithful follower of Desna, Shelyn, Nocticula and Cayden Cailean. Small but loud, cheerful and incredibely optimistic. Has twelve moms. Accidently made a pact with a devil when he was 12.

Malthus "Ziel" Drezdan (he/him), Pitborn Tiefling Rogue/Bard, calistrian. Son of a disgraced Abadar cleric. Local weirdo. Scaly little brat. Inventor of emo folk in Golarion.

Zarathustra (he/him), Pitborn Tiefling (mother is a succubus) Alchemist. Vaguely follows Brigh. Climbed the social ladder one murder at a time. Poisonned a noble and married his wife. Except the wife was 100% ok with it. Smart, cunning, ruthless, cruel. Local evil man.

Eon Jarjayes (he/they/she in that order), human, rogue. Varisian Pirate. Ex-slave turned ruthless criminal. Nihilist. Will murder you for one corn chip.

Dungeon and Dragons:

Mycellius (he/they). Spore druid hexblood tiefling. Son of a Green Hag. Absolutely disconnected from reality. Speaks to mushroom. Has no concept of economy or hygiene, good or evil. Fascinated with death and decay.

Nym (he/they). Drider, Gloomstalker Ranger. Ex trophy husband turned drider. Shy, terrified man obsessed with his hair. Actually really sweet and kind deep down. Loves flower and sewing. Quiet and calm.

Dragon Age:

Aloysius Lavellan, Inquisitor, Dalish Elf. Sweet elven mage who's really trying his best to make it to the end. Shy and unassuming yet stubborn and determined. Extremely knowledgable on history, biology and magic, completely clueless about people. (Dating the Bull).

Garrett "Nacht" Hawke, Human. Edgiest mage of all of Thedas. Loves to fuck around and find out. Hates Fenris and yet they're dating.

Artemis Tabris. Rogue, City Elf, Warden. Denerim's own Robin Hood. A disappointment to his family. Still loves his dad very much. Easily angered, very agressive. Worst humor ever. (Dated Morrigan then went on to live happily with Zevran).

[doberbutts]

Hello, hope your day is going well. You're the main dogblr person I follow so I was hoping you might offer your perspective to someone who wants to get into dog sports. The general understanding I've gotten is that the best way to learn about a chosen sport is from a mentor figure. My question is do you have any advice on finding people to learn from or do you have an alternative knowledge source you can recommend? Nobody I know does dog sports. I think there is a local-ish kennel club, but I'm not certain how that works either. Thank you for all the information you share!

Sometimes you literally just bump into them. How I got started in mondio is that I was at a totally different dog event, an AKC match conformation show (meaning, no actual points, just for fun and ring experience) and a woman who'd heard about it rolled up and did some for-fun obedience runs and then started training with her dog in the field across from the match. She had a dutch shepherd and I like those so I asked her about him. I told her I was interested in getting my dog at the time, my doberman Creed, into mondioring and I just wasn't sure where to go to get started. She told me "we do mondio!" and invited me out to her club.

So literally just show up at a dog event and talk to people. You'll find someone.

It also sort of depends what sport you're interested in. Again, since I know I want mondioring, and I also live in a very different area than I did back then, when I got Phoebe and later Fenris I looked into nearby mondio clubs and watched their posting. Eventually I picked one, and while a few factors went into that (blatantly friendly to off-breeds with one of their club dogs being a frenchie, club president is an old doberman acquaintance, access to decoys I actively want to work my dog), I still had to get the introductory email out of the way and ask if they were accepting new members and if I could head down with my new puppy and my shy girl and see if either were any good at it.

If you know your sport, you can always try that. Try looking for "[sport] club [state]" and see what pops up. I find FB's search a bit more helpful than Google's for this one. Certain sports have entire websites dedicated to finding you a nearby club, and other sports are so common that asking any independent training facility (aka NOT petco or petsmart) should get you a few recommendations. You can also just like. Show up at a trial. Most are open to the public again so you should be able to find somewhere that will let you watch, and if you like what you see in certain dogs you can ask the competitors where they train (AFTER their run, of course).

Regardless of how you find somewhere to go, my next recommendation is to watch before committing. Some sports it's more common to make spectators pay for the privilege of watching, we call this auditing. Other sports you can watch a session or two before they tell you decide or pay up. It sort of depends. Remember that many of these trainers pay their bills with the money that they get from training, so they want to make sure lookieloos aren't just absorbing free dog training advice that may have been a paycheck for them.

If you don't know what sport you want to pursue, I think it's worthwhile to contact that kennel club and ask them where and where they meet and if it's okay for you to come next time because you'd like to learn more about dog sports and you're not really sure where to go.

[thewardenisonthecase]

Hawke questions!!

8. How does Hawke feel about taking care of their family? Do they feel like they're carrying a burden or do they assume the responsbility?

28. Did Hawke initiate a relationship with any of their companions? If so, why were they attracted to that companion? Was it a frienship or a rivalry romance?

And generally, if you have anything to say about any of the relationships with any of the companions, I think all of those questions are interesting, but didn't wanna overwhelm you lmao😭🫶

thanks for the ask!

(ask list here)

8 - She assumes the responsability. Elizabeth was very close to Malcom, and he always talked to her about one day he and Leandra would be gone and she would have to take care of her siblings, so this responsability was something she grew up expecting. When he was near death, he made Hawke promise she'd care for them, and that was when Hawke began to step into the role of 'leader' of her family. Everything she does is to give her mom and her siblings a good life.

She does have some conflicting feelings when it comes to her feeling like....she's doing her best for them and yet she feels like she's criticized by everyone in the family.

28. So, she and Fenris are in a relationship and boy oh boy is it complicated, like everything in her life.

I think what attracted Elizabeth to Fenris was how different they were. In truth, when she learned his hatred of mages, she wanted to prove to him that mages could be good (especially becaus she's a mage herself). And so she was CONSTANTLY bringing him around to discuss this sort of thing, and then the conversation would turn into others things, and the more she learned about him the more intrigued she was.

Because they are very different and yet, she feels a connection to him, especially when Fenris talks about what do you do when you stop running (because Hawke has also been running most of her life, so she definetly gets that feeling). Ultimatly, their relationship develops due to the famous case of we spend so much time together that feelings started to happen.

Also because like, Elizabeth knows that Fenris hates mages and yet he never denounced her, or anders and merrill to templars, nor in any other time she was helping mages. he knew everything and never acted against them. And from Fenris's side, I think he sees that Hawke is not like any mage he's met: she doesn't do blood magic, she shuts down demons, she helps people. And even thought he talks a lot of shit, she still listens to him and takes his thoughts into consideration (even if she'll still side with mages).

Now, regarding rivalry and friendship, i've done both paths, and in MY canon, I would say its like a mix of both? I mean, rivalry makes more sense because Elizabeth is constantly siding with mages, but they also have that friendship. (If the Maker gives me the strenght, I'll rewrite my fic to try and show that better because I think its rivalry in the sense of opposite views that can sometimes lead to coflict, but friendship in EVERY other sense)

Now, after that essay, I'm gonna go into the other companions but i'm leaving it under the read more kkkkk

Ok I'll try to keep this short and fail spetacularly (i'll skip fenris cause he already got his moment under the sun in this post)

Bethany: She was very close to Bethany, and her death haunted her for a longgg time.

Carver: Like any good siblings, they have a love hate relationship. Don't touch my stuff, I'd give my kidney for you. They love each other more than they refuse to admit.

Aveline: Elizabeth goes to Aveline when she needs a more 'feet on the ground' perspective, though Aveline being the captain means Elizabeth doesn't bring her out as much. I imagine on days off, however, the two take the time to catch up. Also, she leaned heavily on Aveline after Leandra died and after Fenris broke up with her. Aveline's her rock.

Varric: Her best friend. The guy who knows her deepest secrets. Elizabeth loves him and vice versa. They're joined at the hip, you rarely see one without the other. She didn't expect for them to grow so close when they first met but it happened. Also relates to him a lot with the whole having a complicated relationship with their family. They're there for each other during the good and the bad times.

Anders: They are extremely close. Elizabeth became even more radicalized about the mage cause because of him. She wishes she could do more to help him in regards to Justice, because she hates to see him suffering. The only time they clash is because of Fenris. Also, she's very aware that he has feelings for her.

Merrill: Adores Merrill, and is super defensive of her. Loves hearing her stories about the dalish and the Creators, and Merrill made Elizabeth's thoughts on blood magic change (she's like well if everyone was like merrill, shit wouldn't be bad). Is also super aware of the fact that Merrill has feelings for her.

Isabela: She really likes Isabela though their relationship does sour a bit after act 2. Don't get me wrong, Elizabeth defended Isabela with tooth and nail, but after beating the arishok, she did give Isabela an earful. Eventually, however, they do get over it. Isabela is Elizabeth's drinking buddy, and she definetly cried about relationship problems with Isa before.

Sebastian: She's trying to corrupt him into leaving the Chantry, because he's too religious for her taste. She doesn't talk to him much and maybe that's for the better. Has felt the urge to punch him in the face more than once, and is oh so glad when he leaves after she spares Anders.

[ratasum]

hi :3

after reading the thaumanova problem, i found myself really curious about how rhenn feels about ankka down the line. someone who not only worked in the reactor, knowing where it was, but who came to the conclusions she did about the value (or lack thereof) of the world and the people in it. i feel like there's potential for her to be a really interesting foil to rhenn, and i was wondering if you had any thoughts on the topic.

Rhenn and Ankka are Fenris and Anders to me, which makes no sense without some explanation, but I'm gonna try to kind of pick my way through my thoughts here:

Rhenn started out much like Ankka. While not so nihilistic, the only inherent worth he was taught to see in the world was as something to be ruled and controlled. Exploited and molded into the vision the Inquest had for it. Over time, through meeting other people (the Thaumanova Reactor and the consequences of its explosion are what set him on this path as well), he comes to see there's something there worth fighting for. He understands that the consequences of what they're doing are massive and sometimes not great, but the benefits far outweigh the downsides.

(Something Soo Won herself later confirms, confessing that there was no other way- the tragedy is not that the dragons had to die, it's that they were always going to die from the moment they were born and she KNEW that.)

On the flip side, Ankka started in a similar place, thrust into a new perspective largely because of that damn reactor. But where Rhenn only knows about it through second-hand knowledge, Ankka was there, and the aftershocks caused her to see the world through a different lens as she and the rest of the Aetherblades killed themselves over and over again in the Mists to gain more and more power.

Ankka found power, and she watched what he was doing with what I imagine was probably no small amount of bitterness. He had access to all this power in a world that hurt so much and so many, and yet he used it to try to save a world that was - in her eyes - nearing its end anyway. And in some ways, Ankka was right. The commander killing the elder dragons would seem, from someone on the outside, to be a way to remake the world as a whole. She lacked the understanding.

But for the two of them, despite all that, it always comes back to Thaumanova and the utter decimation of Rata Thauma. Ankka found in that destruction a way to a form of rebirth, a way to gain power. Rhenn rejected that call to power after learning the truth and seeing first hand the destruction draconic magic could cause on such a massive scale.

It colors their relationship in an unusual way, but interestingly, she turns out as more of a foil for Kippa where the city is involved. While Rhenn has learned the value of the world and the desire to keep it and the people he loves in it safe, Ankka doesn't hesitate to needle him with the knowledge of what happened there... or to needle him for not taking advantage of the fact that he has a dragon right there he could kill to unleash more power AND an elementalist whose magic, if provoked, could cause ripple effects. Her beef with Rhenn, what makes them play off each other very well when they finally butt heads, is their mutual connections to the Inquest more than to the reactor.

(I think she actually knew Prikk and that has something to do with her heterochromia but I'm still hammering through that idea; short answer there is that she saw a benefit in Rhenn's father's research where he saw nothing but pain.)

But in the end, it's Kippa that goes with them to that last fight, and after she's stopped, it's Kippa that holds her as she dies.

It's something Rhenn doesn't understand, but he stands back to allow it to happen. Maybe it's something they both needed. To see in someone else's face what that disaster did to someone else.

I think what it comes down to, between Rhenn and Ankka, is that he meets her at what would have been his Thaumanova turning point. She knows the truth now, or at least he's tried to make her aware of it as far as trying to unleash the Void on the world, but she refuses to see it. And there's where the Fenris and Anders comparison really comes in. Fenris was recovering while Anders was on a spiral. Had they met under different circumstances, in a different time, maybe it would have made a difference. But they're both too far past that point for it to matter anymore.

All they have now is the bitterness.

[witchthewriter]

I hope this isn't a weird question but do you have a list of sjm characters that you headcanon as poc? Because I want to see what you think and if they line up with my own. I had never seen manon fan casted as asian, but im in love with it!!

I love this question! I've been re-reading the three series, getting ready for CC3 to come out. I have so many things to say, but I'll leave all that to another post - also thank you for this question, it's awesome. Please comment how you feel/what you think in the comments xx

𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑

First of all, the Bat Boys are NOT white. If I see another person fancast Matthew Daddario as Ariel, I will implode! I know it's difficult getting the perfect cast for a story we all adore.

Another point, the Bat Boys are Illyrian, and they are actual real people. Their usual features are tan skin, brown eyes and brown/black hair.

Also, Lucien - who I have fancasted in the past with Martin Sensmeier. I thought it was an interesting idea for a Native American to have that role.

And Amren is MOST DEFINITELY Asian. Without a doubt. There is no ifs, buts or maybes about it. She is most definitely Asian, and I will take offense if someone thinks otherwise.

Also, I don't want the Archerons to be so conventionally pretty, or petite. That's why Alycia Debnam-Carey is my Feyre, Dagmara Bryzek as Elain and Jessica Brown-Findlay as Nesta. I want women who aren't models!

The Valkyries;l Emerie is described as brown, as she is an Illyrian woman. And I'm completely fine with Gwen being red-haired, freckled and pale.

I'm curious about Mor, her physical features are fine - but her 'power' has yet to be revealed. Because it doesn't make sense???

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There are a lot more cultures in this series than the others. For me, it was so interesting because I'm desperate to know how different countries/continents, experience magic.

Learning about the Ruk's, with Nesryn and Sartaq, that was amazing.

I thought Manon was Asian, I always thought she was?! I mean from that link, that's how I imagined her. Whenever I see fanart where she isn't Asian, I just don't see them as Manon.

I definitely think the Cadre could be more than "tanned from hours of training in the sun." I think Lorcan could be a black man! And I def think Fenrys is half-black. Maybe with a white mother though. I hope I'm not coming off as insensitive! Please tell me if I am, because that isn't my intent.

Honestly, I don't care about what's 'canon,' I think there are way too many white characters in every part of literature. I know about history and when it comes down to fantasy worlds, I think black people should be allowed to indulge themselves as much as they want, without having to think about their awful history and what their culture has gone through.

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I actually thought Danika was black, it was a surprise to see fanart and she isn't??? For some reason, it doesn't sit right with me to have a white Danika.

Again, I feel like there aren't enough people of colour. We have little fire sprites, we have a lion-dog pet, a serpent queen, angels, and barely anyone who isn't beyond tan.

I don't think this series has a black character ... other than a few background characters that are only mentioned here and there ... if anyone wants to weigh in - I'm still learning about cc, I forget A LOT.

But in no way has SJM been as horrible as J.K. Rowling. Not only was she racist, but cliche', and a pick me. There was too much pick-me energy among the female characters. I'd like to think that at Hogwarts, the girls stick together no matter what (for me, female friendships are so important. It's sisterhood).

[aylaaescar]

Hi hello those ships asks are so much fun!! So here's a bunch: 11, 22, 27 for Vanyla/Leliana, 3+13 for Sky and Atton if you feel like it, 7+24 for Rosemary/Fenris, and 12-15 for Meg/Ashley? <3 WAIT also 1, 23, 30 for Aelisay/Bull

aHHHh thank you!! my blorbos and THEIR blorbos <3 (and right?? these are so fun skdfgj I love answering these, even if they take me a hot minute)

putting under a cut bc I ramble <3

Vanyla/Leliana

11. What good do they bring out in each other?

I think that what Leliana brings out of Vanyla is more obvious than the other way around, for one thing. Vanyla is way nicer and softer when Leliana is around, puts more effort into not being quite so sharp and mean as she normally is. (which, in all fairness, is a thing that she learns in general during the Blight, but Leli brings it out more often lol.)

on Leliana's end, Vanyla helps her to be more accepting and at peace with herself and what she's done. Vanyla is very firm that no matter what Leli's done in the past, it doesn't dictate who she is now, and that Marjolaine's comments were worthless, cruel jabs to lower her guard.

22. What's different about their backgrounds? Do those differences affect the relationship?

so you've got Leliana, orphan who was raised by a noblewoman turned bard turned runaway turned Chantry sister. Vanyla, meanwhile, was a noblewoman who lived in the total lap of luxury until very recently. I wanna say that it affects the relationship, but it also doesn't? as in - obviously they have different backgrounds that shaped their views on the world. I can only speak for Vanny since she's my OC, ofc, but she was deeply spoiled and self-absorbed before becoming a Warden. this woman stomped her foot and threw a fit the first time she had to actually pay for something and didn't have the coin or family name to her name. (Alistair saw it. he's been judging her for that moment ever since.)

so it affects her relationship w Leliana, but it also affects, like, everything about the Blight and her growing up as a person during it, lol. does that make sense?? learning to be less spoiled and arrogant was a big thing for her. listening to Leliana talk about her background might be one of the first times Vanyla gave much of a thought to the lives of her castle's servants, and it was a deeply uncomfortable realization that kept her up that night.

27. What interests do they share? For interests they don't share, do they ever participate anyway?

fun fact: they actually first bonded w each other because they were talking about shoes or hair, lol. they're both very feminine and fashionable, they love pretty frilly things and shoes. Vanyla is a proud Fereldan ofc, but if there's anything Orlais does better in her opinion, it's the shoes. and fashion. they go shopping together a lot whenever they're in Denerim or a major city that allows it, and though the Blight probably isn't the best time to lug around some cute dresses like that... it's fine, it's all fine, it's going to a good cause. the cause of looking great. :^)

Vanyla also loves reading and whatever the Thedosian equivalent of brain teasers are, and I would hazard a guess that Leliana enjoys those as well? yeah.

Sky/Atton (rest assured that I am always down to talk about them skdfjg I'm just lazy and haven't added the KOTOR crew to my OC page yet bc idk what to do for images?? somebody remind me to get on that sometime)

3. What's their favorite thing to tease each other about?

idk if they have a favorite thing, but they affectionately tease each other about a fair amount? piloting skills, pazaak skills, Force talents, you name it. Sky's glowing red eyes came up in conversation once when it was pitch black and Atton was able to see her anyway. gotta love the Chiss.

13. How do they express love for each other? Do they have compatible love languages?

I talked about it a bit on my old blog, but a thing before I answer bc I feel like it affects it: they never actually get together. they're in love w each other, yeah, and I think they spend their lives together after Sky returns from finding Revan, but it's strictly in this officially platonic capacity. they're best friends who understand each other and their respective dark sides better than anybody, they're loyal to each other and would die for the other, but there's also... never any romantic resolution to their relationship. neither of them can forgive themselves for what they've done enough to let themself be loved, I think. idk if I'm explaining it well haha. and in Sky's case, she doesn't know if Atton would actually want to be with her or if the Force bonds would make him fall for her. it's complicated.

anyway! to answer the actual question! I would peg them as both being quality time and acts of service - the former bc, well, they spend p much all their time together when Sky gets back from finding Revan and she reconciles with Atton. the latter bc they might never actually say the words "I'm in love with you" to each other and stay officially platonic, but they still do what they can for each other anyway. nobody has their back like the other does.

Rosemary/Fenris

7. What's their most and least favorite thing about each other?

for Rosemary: man, what didn't she like about him? his strength, his sense of humor, his cleverness, she loved p much everything. his stance on mages caused some friction, but they were able to come around and see each other's point of view after a while.

for Fenris: I'd say that he loved her compassion and humor most of all, and that what he liked the least was how much she was unable to stop blaming herself for bad things that weren't her fault. :/

24. How did they fall for each other?

I feel like they were both attracted to each other from the start, but falling in love was a thing that happened gradually over the years as they became friends and got to really know each other. idk if there was any one big event that prompted it, but they both became much more aware of their own feelings and started to explore the possibility of a romance between each other just a bit before act 2 started.

Meg/Ashley

12. What struggle have they seen each other through?

*gestures to the whole Reaper thing*

but that's a cheap answer sdkfghsjgk. Virmire is a heavy one for them both - they were both close friends with Kaidan, and his loss never really stopped being painful. it just became easier to deal with.

Meg had to deal with her former gang on Earth becoming xenophobic as they pushed into space, as well as learning more of the circumstances behind Akuze, and Ashley was present for both of those. Ashley had to deal with the loss of her sister's husband, which Meg was there for. on a much, MUCH lighter note - there was some anxiety and fear about the rules and regulations back in ME1, but by the time ME3 rolled around, they both decided they didn't care. they could be written up when the Reapers were gone.

13. How do they express love for each other? Do they have compatible love languages?

not verbally, for one thing. they'll both say it in big moments, I think, but otherwise they don't say "I love you" as much as other couples might. not that they don't feel it, ofc, it's just not who they are (and Meg in particular has a very hard time verbalizing how she feels). so I'd peg them as quality time and acts of service? spending a lot of time together while going out of their way to do things for the other that'll make her life easier.

14. What little things remind them of each other?

Meg re: Ashley: phoenix armor, shotguns (or boomsticks, as they're lovingly called), poetry, discussions of faith

Ashley re: Meg: the color pink, pretty shoes and fashion in general, biotic charges, hilariously deadpan/stoic responses to weird stuff

15. What habits or characteristics have they picked up from each other?

idk if this one counts as a habit, but Meg's become a lot more expressive after she and Ashley have been together for a while. she's still largely a stoic person lol, but she shows emotions more often than she used to. also she smiles more, which takes everybody by surprise the first time that happens.

Ashley feels a little bit harder to pin down? maybe a bit of Meg's rather clipped way of speaking, but that's about all I can think of? 🤔 she doesn't really strike me as the type to easily pick up stuff from others, she's very uniquely herself lol.

Ealisay/Bull

1. What do they think of each other's family? And how does the family feel?

the Ostwick clan just loves that one :^D jk no uh, the Trevelyan family isn't terribly thrilled as a whole? Ealisay's parents would really rather that she agree to marry some nice noble and secure an alliance, but I'm also reasonably sure there's jack squat they can do about it since their kid is LITERALLY the Herald of Andraste. they come to be more accepting over time, and even approve a little bc Ealisay is obviously happy, but it takes a bit for them to get there. Ealisay's siblings are kind of mixed - at least one is the same as their parents, at least one just plain doesn't care and is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ about it, and I know Ealisay has a mage twin brother (you heard it here first, folks) who's happy for her. that said, Ealisay isn't really close to her family in general and doesn't actively seek their approval anymore. she's happy with Bull, and that's what matters to her. I get the impression that Bull probably wouldn't want to get involved with that scene?? which works fine for Ealisay, bc she doesn't really want to get involved anymore either.

long paragraph woo

on Bull's end, obviously biological family is trickier bc the Qun but! he sure does have the Chargers! and Ealisay gets along with them VERY well, they're family as far as they're both concerned. complete with meddling sister vibes as she plays matchmaker for Krem and Maryden.

23. What was their first impression of each other?

Ealisay internally: m u s c l e s

basically that he was A) enormous B) good in a fight C) hot D) BIG MUSCLES. idk if it's been mentioned before but that girl is heart eyes for big muscles. it's hot. she also thought he seemed like he'd be enjoyable to have around, just from his general demeanor, so she liked him p much right away? admitting that he was a Ben-Hassrath didn't really deter her lol, she thought it was nice that he was upfront and didn't really think about that until waaaay later.

on Bull's end, I will assume that he also noticed Ealisay being good in a fight bc that lady is a solid tank lol. also that she was... ehh "silly" isn't the right word, but not as serious as one might assume the Herald of Andraste to be? he knew who she was right away, ofc, but she was a lot more relaxed and playful than one might have assumed a noblewoman turned Herald to be.

30. Where is their relationship the strongest?

w their muscles bc they're both buff warriors 💪🐮💪👩

jk no, I'm gonna say that it's in how plain supportive they are of each other? Bull's is obvious from his romance, how much he goes out of his way to help the Inquisitor feel good and grounded, and I love him for it (as does Ealisay). Ealisay is similar in that regard - she's the first to tell him that he's a good man without the Qun and that he doesn't need it to be a good person, she'll just shrug and pick up the stick and go to town when he's doing those fear exercises, she distracts him so he'll have a nice birthday surprise even tho they both know he knows what the Chargers are doing. they're very ride or die for each other.

[walter-sullivan]

Love is found in the strangest of places, often when you least expect it.

What's the story of Rosier and his love interests, Lucanis and Davrin? Was there an instant connection between them, or was it more of a gradual build-up? What kind of dynamic do the three of them have?

Bonus question: What's their favorite things about each other you think?

Hi!! Sorry for the late response (I'm bad at checking my inbox >_<) BUT AHHH... my boys....

it was a little different with both of them i think!! Rosier, being a proud (slightly egotistical) crow was definitely a little star struck when they actually met the demon of virantium... he wasnt as obvious about it as bellara but there was certainly awe and wonder (and getting flustered by compliments and praise) for a bit when they met. i think he was actually avoiding lucanis a bit early on because of this lol... but once they went to the market together and got down to work he got over it. i dont think he realized he liked lucanis in *that* way until much later, mostly because he was trying to be very professional and also not embarrass himself lol. (though he always would go to breakfast early so he could chill with lucanis over coffee)

with davrin though it was a lot easier to see his feelings rather quickly! theyre both dalish elves who left their clans to find their own place in the world, and that shared loss of community/family made rosier instantly attached to dav. not to mention hes like... a cute dog dad which is definitely rosiers type lol.

the three of them are p funny together i think.... esp early on. youve got davrin threatening lucanis, lucanis vaguely threatening him back, and rosier in the middle trying to make them get along. rosier being a mage deffo tries to calm davs fears and get him to chillax abt spite but i can see that also going badly lmfaooo. but they also work really well together so i think theyd quietly learn to trust one another as they start catching feelings!! i like dav and lucanis also dating (reminds me of fenris and anders or cullen and surana my toxic faves) tho i think they eventually chill w each other (ofc i havent finished the game yet but yakno...)

AND FOR THE BONUS....

Rosier loves how good davrin is at listening. hes a yapper abd davrin will just sit there whittling while rosier lays on the floor yap yap yapping. He loves how thoughtful Lucanis is when it comes to their friends, and also his cooking...

Davrin loves Lucanis' wit. I think the quick retorts Lucanis always claps back with early on impress (and fluster) him hehe. He loves Rosier's soft side that he sees whenever Rosier is playing with Assan or thinks no one is looking and has a moment of quiet contemplation.. He also loves listening to Rosier yap lol.

Lucanis loves Rosier's silliness... Rosier tends to goof off during down time (he invented the skateboard in thedas but its So Dangerous) and Lucanis thinks his himbo ass wiping out in the main courtyard is hilarious. He loves Dav's confidence and in turn messing with him to make him get flustered. These two things go hand in hand hehe