#asaaranda

[frostbite-711]

All four of my heroines from my main world state in the Dragon Age games with their respective love interests. Hero of Fereldan: Amenthris Mahariel, Dalish Elf Rogue. Romanced Zevran, is an absolute bi disaster. Champion of Kirkwall: Juliet Hawke, Rogue. Romanced Fenris, Emotional Disaster. The Inquisitor: Asala Adaar, Tal Vashoth Mage. Romanced Iron Bull. An absolute sweetheart.

Rook: Assaranda, Qunari Mage of the Antivan Crows. Intends to romance Lucanis.

[jzargo]

i find it so funny how i made asaaranda to be my qunari inquisitor but then i thought for .5 seconds about a dragon age origins au for her instead and now i can't put her in inquisition bcs the origins au is soooo much more compelling to me. qunari warden has SO much potential

[ruethos]

Sometimes you just gotta go back to your Inquisitor tbh

[cosmic-kasa]

Sheara AsaarAnda

Not an Inquisitor, just a mercenary in organization~

[sunnywarrior]

Our Dragon Age D&D (DA&AD) party with our kittens!

Asaaranda and Imekari

Eden and Sweet Potato

Revas and (unnamed)

Saff and Deshyr

[aqun-athloks]

cosmas/michelangelo ┇ 19 ┇ ae/aer, zil/zilla

hello and welcome to my selfship blog! i'm very new to all of this to be honest, but i'm hoping to make friends in this community :).

my blog username + title come from qunlat, a fictional language from the dragon age universe. 'aqun-athlok' means "born as one gender but lives as another."

i have no qualms sharing F/Os, i'm ambiamorous, however if you personally do not want to share F/Os and we have one or more in common, then feel free to block me and move on or do whatever else you like. so long as i'm not getting hate in my inbox or DMs, i don't care.

i am level 2 autistic with low empathy and have memory issues amongst other things. please keep this in mind. i may come off as rude on accident but i promise i'm just shy and/or anxious.

F/Os and S/Is below the cut ⁀➷

Romantic F/Os:

・❥・Dorian Pavus (Dragon Age); tag is 🐍

・❥・Gale Dekarios (Baldur's Gate 3); tag is 📚

・❥・Elliott (Stardew Valley); tag is 🪶

Platonic F/Os:

・❥・Cole (Dragon Age); tag is 🌓

・❥・Josephine Montilyet (Dragon Age); tag is 🕯️

・❥・Haley (Stardew Valley); tag is 🌻

S/I list:

𓆩⟡𓆪 Michelangelo Asaaranda (Dragon Age)

𓆩⟡𓆪 Urzula Cosmas Michelangelo Brine (Baldur's Gate 3)

𓆩⟡𓆪 Cosmas (Stardew Valley)

divider credit: 🐍

[drawingsphopho]

Asaaranda Adaar ft. Blackwall and Varric

[justabrowncoatedwench]

My OCs & Their Progeny in 9:54 Dragon

This is before any birthdays.

Hero of Ferelden

Queen Milena Cousland, 42 -m- King Alistair Theirin, 43

Crown Princess Elena Theirin, 19

Prince Cedric Theirin, 16

Kalliana Tabris, 41 -m- Zevran Arainai, 48

numerous ex-Crow novices, maybe a bio kid or two?

Marek Mahariel, 45 -m- Morrigan, 49

Kieran Mahariel, 22

Alanna (of Trebond) Surana, 42 -m- Zevran Arainai, 48

Thom, 18

Alan & Alianne, 16

Champion of Kirkwall

Arienne Hawke, 48 -m- Anders, 54

Bethandra Hawke, 14

younger children post-DAI?

Viscountess Yvanna Hawke-Vael, 48 -m- Prince Sebastian Vael, 46

Prince Carver Vael, 14

Prince Andrew Vael, 10

Daine (Sarrasri) Hawke, 48 -m- Anders (aka Numair), 54

Sarralyn, 21

Rikash, 20

Inquisitor

Tanith Trevelyan, 41 -m- Cullen Rutherford, 42

Nathan Rutherford, 9

Haven & Hope Rutherford, 5

Kadan Adaar, 45 -m- Iron Bull, 50

Asaaranda, 10

Sataareth, 8

Talanaan, 7

Atishavir Lavellan, 43 -LI- Solas

Samahlfen Lavellan, 11

Renanlas Lavellan, 6

Revassan Lavellan, 39 -m- Dorian Pavus, 42

several freed slave children subsequently adopted by the Daddies Warbuck

Countess Alyssana Lavellan, 38 -m- Count Joslen Campana, 43

Saffron Campana, 8

Rosemary Campana, 3

Basil Campana, 1

(Amandine Campana, b. 9:55)

Bonus Round - My AU Fanfic Continuity:

HsoF: CP Elena Theirin, 19, P Cedric Theirin, 16; Kieran Mahariel, 22

Champion: Bethandra Hawke, 14

Inquisitor: AU Solona Amell, 44 -m- Cullen, 42 -> Niall, 8, Regan, 7, Dalya, 6, Meira, 5

[audacityinblack]

sooner or later Albine is gonna have to morally process having killed nearly a whole village full of people and probably making orphans out of a lot of kids

but before that she's gonna have to process the fact that there is an actual High Fucking Dragon up there

slamcut to Asaaranda ten years later, taking her boyfriend out to kill high dragons as a fun date activity

[frostbite-711]

My HoF if she meets all of the other heroes in my main DA world state. Poor Amenthris's elven genes make her shorter than the others. Also, please enjoy my pre-designed rook, Asaaranda. I'll probably post more art of her in the future.

[attractthecrows]

continuing this Aged Dragon kick by singing praises to ADAAR!!

Adaar is SO fucking good as a plot piece and SO FUCKING GOOD VISUALLY AUGH

The Inquisitor™ Title is all about IMPACT and what has more IMPACT than a GIANT WITH HORNS

Not to mention being a Qunari in a region that doesn't know like, anything about them, except that they're scary, slots in very nicely with all the fear and aggression you get from people early game. It adds a nice little touch of desperate denial to all the doubters. It gets a Fantastic reaction from Bull. It adds a LOT of heft to all your victories AND makes closing rifts look effortless. The cinematic end to Here Lies The Abyss, where the Inquisitor steps out of the rift and closes it, looks fucking STUNNING with an Adaar.

And the best part is?

GIANT WOMAN

[trashpandasaga]

So I wrote something to go with it. I had to. I might revisit it once I find my writing style again, but know that while I panicked writing this, I love it.

My first ever playthrough was a Wild Magic Barbarian, Asaaranda, a female Drow. I was playing on an awfully old tower, and had to pause playing during Act 3 until I built a new tower. I romanced Gale, thinking it would be ironic of a barbarian and a wizard. I Ascended Astarion (I played this game with no playthroughs save for the "Save the Artist quest) and I thought I was honestly helping.

After that playthrough was done, I focused on Elysia. Who is a remake of Asaaranda, cause I liked the idea of the same character having different outcomes. Plus I kept making Drow so I thought "Just replay the same character." Elysia is a Wild Magic Sorcerer who romanced Gale (did I mention I lost all of my original saves?). She did NOT ascend Astarion, but I had to keep him away because I was playing another route of her dipping into Bard/Fighter where she WAS romancing Astarion.

The Astarion romance ended, and I started my Durge playthrough. Ciannait is NOT a version of Eylisa. But I 100% went the route of Durgestarion.

So after hearing that @existential-burnout-corner took that idea and made me the most gorgeous piece for me just being, nice. So I wanted to return the favor even though they know nothing of my OC but liked the idea. Plus I've wanted to write my own BG3 things anyways. May as well start somewhere.

Gift art featuring @trashpandasaga OC Elysia who is torn between Gale and Astarion. I feel you.

I need a wedding scene in BG3 , so bad! 💍

🤗 FYI, I’m open for commissions.

[iwilluptownfunkmyfootupyourass]

Forehead kisses for Asaaranda and Cullen?

She might have used some magic to frazzle his hair }:)

[kaaras-adaar]

@nehraa-asaaranda​​ || continued 

Looking down, the ground was what Asaaranda would describe as questionable at best. The old stones of what was left of steps had cracked and loosened, sometimes shifting as you walked over them. The ruins themselves had been difficult to reach, they just finished climbing where the road that once led to them had washed away ages ago. Likely what helped keep them so well intact apart from the expected environmental wear and the lush overgrowth. At least it appeared that way from the outside but there was no telling how stable it truly was.

Hearing the Inquisitor’s words she looked back over her shoulder to the steep mountainside, “Ah thanks, I wasn’t thinking of that till just now.” She remarked dryly and hastened her approach to the entryway.

One of the stones shifted under her feet as she approached causing her to let out a startled yelp. She quickly caught herself and let the nervously giggled “See? Now you’ve jinxed it. And I thought this was going to be a nice scenic trip to some old ruins. Relaxing even~” She said as she adjusted the maul she carried on her back. Of course, she knew it was likely not going to stay that way but it was always good to have dreams.

“Oh do try to contain your excitement. I know it’s not every day we get a job that isn’t ‘Go kill those people over there’ ”  She matched his pace as they entered what appeared to be an overgrown courtyard. She looked to her left meeting his eyes, searching to find what he truly thought about the change of pace. He was always being pulled in every direction, she worried his burden might have been too heavy recently. Hopefully being able to get out and do some work that wasn’t just war or politics would be good for him.

Kaaras was not made for this. He didn’t know who was! But he was the last person that should be tiptoeing across ancient steps that were hardly there anymore. He was no rogue spy, and he definitely wasn’t light. He was probably the heaviest one in this group, and he was suddenly very thankful that The Iron Bull wasn’t with them. Two qunari? Kaaras might not be tall, but he had plenty of weight to him.

Long ears flicked at every crumble of debris, everything that sounded like shifting rock beneath their feet. Even the wind, he was worried that a big gust may toss them over and they’d all fall down. Maker’s breath, he could hear himself simply repeating over and over again not to slip, not to fall. He wasn’t afraid of heights, in fact, Kaaras had no trouble with heights at all! But falling down slippery mountainsides to his death? Well, who wouldn’t be afraid of that?

It was like his entire insides went to jump out of his neck when she slipped, and he went to grab her, which caused himself to almost slip. He grabbed onto the ledge when he saw she was alright. 

“Ah... who’s bright idea was it to bring two qunari out here?” he muttered. “Oh, right... it was mine.” He smacked himself lightly on the forehead before he shook his head, thankful to find sturdy ground. He moved away from the ledge and praised the grass and stone beneath them. Old, but definitely not as dangerous.

Finally, when he looked up at the ruins, any fear that had been tightening his muscles loosened as he took a deep breath in. “It’s beautiful...” he murmured, eyes moving over the structure. He turned to see where they had come from, and the view was quite something. 

“Worth every life threatening moment, if I do say so,” he laughed. 

[giraffefeather]

I'll start.

I'm playing an orc named Asaaranda, which is "Thunderstorm" in the Qunari language (Dragon Age, not Skyrim... I just like DA a lot). She was born outside the orc strongholds, always an outsider, but trying to reconnect with the orc ways. Her parents raised her in the wild living a nomadic life, always running from Imperials and Nords alike. Of course, she was wrongly accused of stealing a horse that belonged to her late father (because why would an orc have a horse, the Imperials scoffed at her) and lumped in with a group of prisoners. Filled with righteous rage, she eventually found her way to Ulfric Stormcloak. Perhaps, if the Imperials could be defeated, her homeland would be a little more free for orc-kind.

She has little interest in being Dragonborn. Why shout when you can grab a battleaxe and swing? Still, an inkling of curiosity leads her on to seek her fate, at least if it's in her path anyway. But she finds that this strange thu'um is intriguing. Perhaps, it wouldn't hurt to at least learn all the words, just to prove her strength.

And she finds, like her namesake predicts, she is drawn to lightning magic. Perhaps the college of winterhold has something to offer... but the pursuit of physical strength always trumps that of magic.

Some day, she hopes to find a peaceful home, once she has proven her worth adventuring. Then, she will hunt and fish and smith until old age. Perhaps, she will finally read the library of books she's been collecting. All while admiring the artifacts collected on her lifetime of adventure. But before she can rest, she must defeat anyone who has slighted her, her family, or her race.

(All that to say I have not touched sneak or archer skills, a rare feat for me, and am wishing into every battle Leroy Jenkins style, but also am a collector at heart and cannot resist starting my own private library, seeking the word walls, doing every side quest imaginable, and generally being your typical loot goblin)

Playing skyrim this weekend and genuinely curious to hear what your dragonborn's story is? Who are they? What's their motivation? What parts of skyrim call to them?

Open forum to just info dump on your dragonborn!

[scurvgirl]

*throws at @justanartsysideblog*

Probably fits best with Muppet AU but it can honestly be any AU where Mel and Kass have All The Babies.

**

Asaaranda always had the dreams. They were nightmares when she was little and unable to protect herself from the dark visages of the Fade. Nanae figured it out quickly, though, and they helped her. She has lots of nice dream memories of them showing her the Fade, their dark form a comforting pillar that kept all the actually scary things away from her. 

As far as discovering if one is a mage, Asaaranda was discovered early. At two, she was waking up screaming from the terrors. Nanae would whisk her into their and Mama’s bed and curl around her. She remembers a shadow sliding over her like a blanket and being eased back into a much more peaceful sleep. 

At seven, Asaaranda has learned how to keep her dreams nice almost all of the time, and when they’re bad, she can usually fix it. She knows she is very lucky to be able to do this and to have a nanae and older siblings who are so good at helping. Well, sometimes. Aelynthi and Selene are in college now and can’t help her as much as before, but they did when she little! And Ash helps with what she knows, but her magic is so different that she doesn’t get it a lot of the time. Nanae gets it, though. They know tricks and things and it makes Anda feel safe. 

Nanae has said that out of all their kids, her magic looks the most like their own. It makes sense, Anda thinks. Nanae adopted Selene and Ash and Aelynthi has two other parents. It makes Anda feel special to be like her nanae. Not that her siblings aren’t also special! Ash and Selene have the prettiest fires and Aelynthi is very good with his Super Secret Magic. But Anda is like Nanae, and she likes that. 

When Nanae said her magic was the most like theirs, she beamed. Later, she got to thinking - could she do things like Nanae? Making lightning at her fingers turned out not to be hard, but she thinks Aelynthi can do that too. She wants to do something only she and Nanae can do. The only thing she can think of is shape-shifting. 

Anda saw Nanae do it once. Normally they come out of their room looking a little different, but she saw them do it once. She was playing dress-up and Nanae has the best jewelry. They have a box full of stuff they said she can use if she’s careful and Anda is always careful. She was in their closet, going through the box when they came in, talking to Mama about...something. She looked up and saw them take off their shirt. They had a bra on like Mama wears, and Ash and Selene. They undid the bra and then they began to change. There was a ripple of magic around them and their chest changed until they almost looked like Aelynthi. 

Then their ear twitched and they turned to see her covered in their jewelry.

“Playing dress up again, da’len?” They asked and she nodded, still staring at them. 

“Does that hurt?” She blurted and they shook their head.

“No, because I know how to do it correctly.”

“Oh.” 

That image stayed with Anda for the last few weeks. She doesn’t know many mages who can do that. She thinks one of Aelynthi and Selene’s friends can do that, but she doesn’t know for sure. Maybe some people are just born with pointy teeth.

She thinks about their Nanae shifting a lot. They said it doesn’t hurt and she knows they do it a lot. Or it seems like a lot. She thinks about her nanae shifting and how her magic is the most like theirs.

Finally, Anda plucks up the courage and locks herself in the bathroom she’s supposed to share with Ash. She climbs up on the counter and stares at herself in the mirror. She needs to pick something to change, something small. So she stares long and hard at herself, picking at herself, trying to think of what will be best to change.

One of her teachers once told her she looks like a doll with her big eyes. Anda doesn’t think she looks like a doll, she’s never seen a doll with horns. Sometimes she sees a doll with elfy ears, but her ears are smaller than her nanae’s and Aelynthi and Selene’s. They’re bigger than Ash’s and Mama’s, though. She’s all in-between, she thinks. 

Mama is always saying Anda is so beautiful and pretty. Nanae says it too, but not as much. They say she’s smart and clever and observant. Anda likes to think she’s all of it. She’s elfy and Qunari and smart and pretty and clever and beautiful. 

She doesn’t want to change her ears. She likes them, and she thinks it’s a bad idea to try and change her horns. Nanae goes to the salon to get their hair done, so she doesn’t think she can change her hair. She thinks about her nose but remembers that awful game when she was little where  adults liked to pretend they stole her nose. She...always believed them and screamed. So no nose. The mouth won’t work either because what if it goes away and she can’t eat? She needs to eat! Mama is making cookies tonight and she wants them. 

Anda stares and stares and ah-ha! Eye color. It’s perfect, it’s small and if it won’t go back, she doesn’t think it will be that bad. 

She takes a deep breath and leans forward, focusing completely on her eyes. Mama told her that they named her Asaaranda, which means thunderstorm, because of her eyes. She said they  reminded Mama and Nanae of a thunderstorm at sea, with the grays and blues and greens all together. They’re nice eyes, if big. She blinks slowly and thinks about her stormy eyes becoming darker, earthier. She imagines them turning brown like her friend’s. She can see it in her mind, the gray-blue-green giving way to brown. Almost like her pupil expanding so that it overtakes her iris.

After she has the picture in her head, Anda brings up her magic. It’s not difficult, her magic is never far away. It feels thick and strong, like syrup. It moves inside her and she feels it tickle her eyes.

She blinks slow and she pauses with her eyes closed and counts to ten, picturing her eyes being brown when she opens them. There is a tingling sensation behind her eyes and when she reaches ten, she cautiously opens her eyes. 

Anda screams. It worked! It more than worked, her eyes are now black! As in the entire eyeball! Black! She looks like a demon!

She scrambles away from the mirror and falls off the counter.

“Ah!” She yells as pain shoots through her body as she lands on the tile.

“Asaaranda!” She hears her Nanae yell and then the door is yanked open, the doorknob cracking as it swings into the hallway. 

“Nana-a-a-aee!” Anda sobs on the tile.

“Baby what hap - your eyes,” they exclaim, getting on the floor with her and pulling her to them. 

“I-I-I wa-a-anted, to, be....li-ike you-u-u,” she cries, gasping as she leans into them. “Maake it go away!” 

“Shh, take a deep breath, da’len. It’s okay, shhh,” they whisper, holding her close. “I want you to think about your eyes, your beautiful, green-blue and gray eyes. Do you remember what they look like? Here I have a picture,” they say and somehow pull out their phone and open up the pictures and select one she had taken of herself the other day in one of her outfits. 

“See? That’s you. Look at yourself, look at your eyes. It’s working, da’len, the black is going away, keep looking.”

They keep coaching her, telling her to look at the picture and to think about the specific color of her eyes. Her sobs slow and she feels her magic swirl inside of her again. She squinches her eyes shut and when she opens them, Nanae smiles.

“There, back to normal.” They smooth her hair back and she leans into them. She pushes the selfie button on their phone to look at her eyes to see that they are back to normal. 

“Did you try to change them on purpose?” Nanae asks and she nods. “You wanted to be like me?” She nods again, feeling a little embarrassed. She really messed this up, didn’t she?

But Nanae just sighs and holds her close, “That is very sweet, da’len.” They kiss the top of her head, “And I am very proud of you for figuring out how to change your eyes on your own, but you need to be careful about shifting. It can really hurt you if you’re not careful.” They pet her hair like they do when she’s woken up from a nightmare and slowly she starts to feel herself relax from the scare of her eyes. But now she feels bad about not being smart and doing something so stupid. 

“I’m sorry, Nanae,” she whispers.

“You are a very talented little mage, Asaaranda. I can show you how to safely shift so you you don’t scare yourself or hurt yourself.”

Anda shifts in their lap to look up at them. They’re looking down at her, their silvery eyes all soft and nice. 

“I’d like that,” she says. 

They smile and kiss her forehead, “Good.”

“Did you scare yourself when you tried it the first time?” She asks and they tilt their head slightly like they do when thinking.

“I have scared myself before. Sometimes your own magic can be scary, that’s why you have teachers who can help make it less scary.” 

“Oh.” All calm now, Anda’s mind starts to whirl and questions start to fill her head. She has so many questions now! She wants to ask Nanae about their teachers and what they’ll do first, and how much she’ll have to practice, and -

“Let’s go see if Mama can make the cookies now. Your tummy is about to be very hungry.” They pick her up and start walking down the hall while Anda’s eyes go wide with excitement.

“Cookies!”