#and that there will be less and less grumpy people destroying others fun ❤️

[alta1312]

i cant believe i just witnessed someone unironically talking shit about other dca fans n saying that they're "the only normal fan" lmao

let people have fun??

dni with me if youre that kind of person that looks down on someone because you don't like how they interpret a character or how they express their love for that character, sorry but you're just an egoistic bitch that thinks is better than everyone else

[suck-on-a-fire-ball]

The letter that arrives is practically covered in text, as well as little drawings. Bad drawings, but at least somewhat clear. A brain, with little bolts coming off of it, sits at the upper, right corner. A little further down, a couple of stick figures are sitting on a cloud, looking down at a town. The one on the left has the word ”Jesus” printed above it, while the one on the right has the name ”Andraste” above it. Jesus says ”Woah! He did WHAT in my name?!” Andraste responds ”I know, right? If they are going to be arsehats, they could at least take full responsibility and not blame us!”. Further down, there’s a drawing of something that looks like a seriously angry spider. There is an angry cloud drawn above it, and beneath it is the following texts: ”This is Valerie the Varterral. She is a bit grumpy, ’cause she can’t figure out what socks are for.” At the bottom of the letter, the writer has drawn three cats, all purring happily.

Hello, Anders!

Thank you for your letter! Yes, you more than did my questions justice, and I don’t mind waiting. It is always good to hear from you! Also, your letters always give me new things to ponder, which I find intriguing! However, I don’t want you to get in trouble. If, at any point, you need to choose between replying and being safe, please choose safety!

Kirkwall sounds like a rather frightening place, to be honest… I can imagine the atmosphere being less than pleasant! The Chantry conveniently ignoring the nasty bits… And then the brothel, on the other side of Hightown…That is actually funny. I bet they do their best to ignore it!

I have so many things I want to write to you about, and so many questions. There are plenty of parallelles between our societies, and it would be so much fun to explore them! But that would make this letter miles long, so I shall save many of them for a later time – that is, if it is alright with you that I keep peppering you with my thoughts? You expressed an interest in how electricity powers constructs, so I thought I’d try to explain. I am no engineer, or healer, mind you, so I may have gotten some things wrong! First of all, electricity is a form of energy. That means that it can’t be destroyed, but it can be transformed into something: heat, cold, movement and so on. Mostly, it is used for powering devices and large machines of different kinds.

Apparently, even our bodies contain a little electricity. It is created through chemical processes, and as far as I know, this is true for every biological being. This is probably why, if a person's heart stops, you may be able to get it beating again with a jolt of electricity. (Although, you obviously need to make certain you are not… you know, frying them.) The brain needs electricity in order to function. We didn’t always know this, and people who had fallen into a coma would often be believed dead, since we were unable to hear a heart beat or feel a pulse. But as long as there is electricity in the brain, the person isn’t dead. The brain also sends tiny electrical signals to our organs and body parts through the nerves, thus making them move or do what they were designed to do. Signals are then sent back, to let the brain know what is happening in the body. If there’s a blockage, if the signals don’t reach their goal, things become… complicated.

@aidanthecryptid I will tag you in each and every one of these parts - again, I am so sorry we have to do it this way. And I am so sorry this took me so long... but here it is! YAY! :3 I hope you enjoy and thank you again for these letters! 💜❤️

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A letter arrives in your mail. It's envelope is slightly yellowed and someone has clumsily enough spilled ink onto it. The ink has not seeped through, though, and inside there are 4 pieces of vellum. Some have obviously been stuffed into a pocket in a panic, whilst the last piece of parchment is written on an extremely fancy piece of paper - with the Amell Estate watermark at the bottom. Though Anders attempted to draw a cat over it - badly - to try and give some privacy to his friend. Just like the various letters are in various states of a mess - the writing is equally as messy and unreliable, as usual.

Hello, my friend!

It’s always a pleasure to hear from you again. Don’t worry about my safety, during my time here in Kirkwall I have managed to gather a lot of resources to allow me sending letters in secret. Do not worry, no one will get in the way of us exchanging letters. And also don’t worry about continuing to write me about your thoughts! It’s truly fascinating!

Of course, as a mage, I have worked with electricity before. It is part of one of the four schools of magic, the primal one. From my studies of this school, it was never made clear why electricity was both so deadly to us, and part of three elemental, natural magics. As a healer, I have observed that, indeed, a jolt to the heart is what helps a patient in dire times. I have also observed that a continuous treatment of jolts every month or so aids certain patients struggling with irregular heartbeats – although, this is something I have only recently uncovered and it would be wrong of me to present ideas to you that are not fully formed yet (this is when you sit and grin at me whilst you live in a society where such treatments already exist, no?). I had not made the connection, however, with electricity being part of a primal natural source because it can be found within living beings – without me casting a spell upon them - until your letter. I thought, as many fellow mages using this school of magic, that one could only draw this energy from the sky. But if you say this exists within us as well…?

The damage a mage could cause with this knowledge… It draws dangerously close to blasphemous ideas – magic is meant to serve mankind, not rule over them. If people knew we had the ability to remove the electricity wired within them with a snap of our fingers…? Let us not go there. Let us not even think about it. Justice would not be pleased.

A part of me, reading this information on electricity within us, on the nerves and how they function according to your society, and how the brain can live separately (oh the patients I might have let die…), wonders how you have come across such information without the dissection of fellow humans…? Not just the one or two who pledge their bodies to science, but… all the various bodies as no one human is a perfect example of the other. I wonder, in silence as I fear your answer, what dark history might lie behind such knowledge. But, I digress, our subject is not of those alive in flesh, but of those alive in mechanical structures (now that is a sentence I would have never thought I would write!).

[bourbon-ontherocks]

YOGA RETREAT!!!!!!! 😱😱😱😱 TELL MORE!!!!!!!

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... Okay, so it's kind of a crack-ish AU where Beth gets signed up for a one-week yoga retreat by her anger management support group after she lost her temper and destroyed stuff at a PTA thing. Rio is sent there by Rhea cause she wishes he relaxed more and spent less time on his phone basically. It turns out the event's name and description were slightly misleading as it is mostly designed for couples, and Beth and Rio end up being the only single (and reluctant) participants.

They're both extremely grumpy and rude at first but gradually bond over their congenital inability to meditate, frustration from the absence of phone signal, and shared disgust of vegan food, incense, sandals and manbuns (also Rio smuggled booze in - it's obviously an alcohol-free event - which instantly buys him Beth's veneration). They also bitch plenty about the other participants, obviously. Eventually they have to pair up for the couples tantric massage session, which, um, awakens something in them to paraphrase Craig Pelton, and turns extremely inappropriate. They sneak out to the bathroom to bone.

They both come back home veeery enchanted from their yoga retreat and start an affair and a business about smashing stuff for angry people together. Beth eventually divorces Dean in a destruction apotheosis. The end.

I'll probably never write this but it's a fun concept to think about! Thanks for asking hun! ❤️❤️