#but Neve is pan Bellara is pan Taash is pan Harding is pan

[linka-from-captain-planet]

already seeing "ugh male Rook with Neve in the trailer... that's a LESBIAN" posts on twitter and I'm beating them with a big stick that says "you can HEADCANON whatever you want about anything ever but your HEADCANON is factually incorrect and if it chaps your ass even a little bit when anyone up to and including the literal creators of the character disagrees with your HEADCANON then that's fully a you problem and you should consider developing coping skills about it rather than contributing to this fandom's legendary hostility by policing (even in a manner you'll claim was "joking" when someone stands up for themselvs) people who are only enjoying their own playthrough, headcanon, or ship" and by stick I do mean the block button

[thelostgirl21]

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Okay, not going to lie, though... Narratively speaking, I find it kinda hilarious that Rook somehow winded up with a full party of pansexuals! 😆🌈 But I'm 100% here for it! 🥰

[invinciblerodent]

In that same general vein as that last ask, I recently updated my little character intro post with some of my Rook backgrounds ❤️

Enjoy my awful children please ❤️

❤️Introductory post❤️

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❌Not currently spoiler-free!❌

Fic:

AO3 page (as of 2024, mostly old Dragon Age and Mass Effect fics- this might be updated later)

Ficlet on immortal elven souls and vampiric immortality (BG3, Astarion/Iona)

"Prayer of an unknown cleric" (BG3, Gale/Arvid)

Warden Tristan of the Grey - OC backstory snippet (DA:TV)

Verbena of the Shadow Dragons - OC backstory snippet (DA:TV)

Selected love letters (DA:I, Dorian/Ray, Pavelyan)

Character list and bios below!

Baldur's Gate 3

Arvid Trygg (he/him, 54)

"Gold dwarf" cleric of Tempus, soldier background

❤️: Gale Dekarios

Playlist 🎶

Summary:

Note written by Gemria Bozzahr, 1438 DR, found pinned to the swaddling of a corpse-blue, wailing infant boy: "If you've any care for the weak, please find one who may care for him. I cannot face my family as mother to a half-breed. May he find grace in the glory of your god, and let him bear the name 'Arvid', after the father he may never know."

A bastard son born from but one night shared by a trader's daughter and a handsome duergar soldier, Arvid was raised by clerics of Tempus in a small and insignificant monastery/fortress, in a small and insignificant town close to Neverwinter. Now, it was unusual for Tempurans to take in urchins like that, but the boy, while unusual in his appearance and meek in his nature, proved a quick study, and a rare talent at healing. Which, with his quiet, mellow (and soon, not even quite so anxious!) personality, made him a favored addition to the "mercenary" excursions of the warrior-priests: and so, hitting the ground running, Arvid learned to fight in the very melting pot of battle.

With body and spirit molded by the Foehammer's teaching, he took his Acolyte vows shortly after his 16th spring, and became a fully fledged cleric of the Faith much younger than most. And as time passed slowly (and with... only a regular amount of constant bloodshed), he made his way to the rank of Direhar (guardian-priest). It was at 53 that he was called to Baldur's Gate: partly to replace the sole healer of the city's monastery who had perished (naturally in battle), and partly at the urging of his Warlyon (high priest), as an opportunity for him to eventually, maybe, even head his own congregation.

Of course, the mind flayers had different plans.

After merely a year of trying to establish a foothold in the city with... middling-to-poor success, Arvid was yanked from the city streets while trying to usher as many of those fleeing into the protection of the temple as possible. Fat load of good playing the hero did for him. (But to be fair, that's... kind of his theme.)

Iona Raedir (she/her, 61)

High elf sorcerer (draconic ancestry, red), guild artisan background (jeweler/trader)

❤️: Astarion Ancunín

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Summary:

"Don't ask, kitten, and I won't lie."

Once dutiful daughter, once devoted wife, always a secret sorceress. Iona lived most of her life in a settlement by the name of Puremount's Hollow, among the so-called 'Emissaries of the Immaculate': a radical offshoot of the Ilmaterian church, one that views all magic as the domain befitting solely the gods, and arcane casters, abhorrent thieves of divine power. So, with the magic of ancient dragons thrumming in her veins, that... was sort of a problem.

To her very good excuse, neither did she join of her own accord, nor did she know she commanded such powers at the time. She was only 11 years old, after all.

But, one of the things elves do best, is wait. So that's what she did, and she played her part expertly: she and her beloved father lived their life in accordance with human traditions, he took a second wife (we don't talk about the first, it's too painful), she married the first boy who asked her (Herric Birchlight- a nice boy, if rough around the edges), and kept her facade (though loveless and rote, minor issue) impeccable, while ignoring her magic as it grew and yearned to be used. For over 30 long years, she kept playing her part. But even the best liars must eventually slip- or be made to slip, more accurately.

Uncovered as an "abominable thief" of divine power, a "pretender", a "fucking witch" and "magespawn" (all Herric's lovely words about the woman he had once called "wife" and "love"), Iona was forced to flee the compound, and took the burning of bridges behind her quite literally, taking little more than the clothes on her back and that brand new scar on her face.

She was snatched less than a day after she had finally arrived to Baldur's Gate, penniless, exhausted, and alone- and for all intents and purposes, she can't quite shake the feeling that this really might have been a better outcome than many of the possible alternatives.

Petyr Wildbrook (he/him, 45)

Wood half-elf ranger/rogue/fighter, outlander background

❤️: Shadowheart, Halsin Silverbough

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Summary:

Raised among druids of the Circle of the Shepherd, Petyr waited quite a bit longer than he should have had to for his magic to show itself. And, well, it... simply never did. Brother, cousins (gods, so many cousins), friends, all inducted into the druidic arts before he could as much as conjure a single goodberry.

So, partly at the urging of his mothers and partly out of spite, Petyr took to trying to learn all he could about the wild- on his own, through sheer trial and error if need be. At 20, he gathered what meager belongings he could call his own (and a big pack of gifts from his worried, but oddly relieved family), and set out to find his luck wherever it may guide him.

Though it wasn't easy, or painless, or even smart by any stretch of the imagination, he fell into the role of a ranger and forester, and made a living as a hunter of monsters and big game, and a silent keeper of his little patch of woods: a lone watcher, and reclusive woodsman. He had always enjoyed the company of those who expect no social niceties from him anyway.

Turns out, the exception to that particular rule is the silent, squirming passenger of a tadpole behind the eyeball. And, yeah, so maybe even a self-identified utter bitch of a man is capable of being a "hero", if you stretch the meaning of the word far enough.

"Mara" (she/her; ???)

Lolth-sworn drow monk

Dark Urge

❤️: Karlach Cliffgate

Playlist 🎶

Summary:

She is three days old, and all she knows is murder.

But she's... nice. No, I promise. Or at least, she's... she's trying her best.

Dragon Age

The Veilguard

Verbena "Ver" Mercar (she/her, 32)

Human (Tevinter), Shadow Dragon warrior, Champion spec

❤️: Davrin

Playlist 🎶

✨Canon Rook✨

Summary:

There is little that is set in stone about Rook, but all of that is pretty well exemplified by Verbena: she is, ultimately, only a person striving to do the right thing, and she isn't particularly concerned with the opinions of those who claim to be in charge to achieve that.

The only difference between her background and the game's Shadow Dragon backstory is that she lost her parents not as a baby, but slightly later in life- when she was around 8 years old, in a nearby slave revolt, a magister's faulty defense system went haywire, and led to the destruction of large parts of the residential area in which she and her parents lived, and her parents lost their lives in the fire that ensued. In the aftermath, it was her paternal aunt, Abelia Caeso, and her husband, Valerius Mercar, who took her into their home.

From a young age, Verbena poured a lot of her emotions and her impotent rage into her training at her uncle's alma mater, and she quickly grew into a promising prospecting officer- but despite Valerius' pulling of the strings (and subsequent resentment at her rejection of the favor), at 18 Ver decided not to pursue a military career, and instead elected to leave the Mercar household, and move into one of the many, primarily Soporati-populated entertainment districts of Minrathous known affectionately as the Redbrick (and locally as Catsbane). Here, she gained some amount of notoriety as one who worked as a security guard, a bouncer, a general blade for hire on most days, and a Shadow Dragon operative on others.

She was sought out by Varric partly based on the recommendations of her fellow Shadow Dragon operatives (that may or may not have come mostly because of the concern over her last job going belly up), and partly word of mouth- just as much because of her role as a reliable and well-loved member of the local scene with word often passing through her as it was because of her reputation for being able to get through even the toughest skulls fairly easily: if not with her words, then with her fists.

Ver often feels in over her head, but it's her sincere belief that if you just keep your feet kicking, the surface is never too far away. All you need at any given time is your next breath- and once you have that, the next, the next, the next. She's a fairly free-spirited, kind young woman whose talent of rolling with- and taking punches equally well won her the dubious honor of being saddled with preventing the latest apocalypse- you know, no pressure.

Tristan Thorne (he/him, 41)

Human (Ferelden/Orlais), Grey Warden warrior, Champion spec

❤️: Emmrich Volkarin

Playlist 🎶 (WIP)

Summary:

Tristan Thorne is an unconventional figure, as he's not... technically, fully, completely, alive.

As a boy of 17 and the oldest of five siblings, he fought to protect his home at Ostagar during the Fifth Blight- and, promptly, lost his life in the process to the deadly blow of a Darkspawn blade, the corruption of the Blight already spreading in his veins as he fell.

It was his stubborn refusal to stop drawing breath, his sheer force of will that caught the attention of a spirit of Purpose hovering just past the ragged edges of the Fade, and upon touching the dying boy's mind, the two fused: both together and apart, two and one, dead and alive- spirit, man, and neither, all at the same time.

He was found by the Orlesian Wardens arriving to clean up the last of the Darkspawn horse, wandering the Brecilian forest in tattered, makeshift armor, and with no real memory of how he got there- rumor has it that no recruit in recent memory and no recruit since had taken the Joining as easily as the skinny Fereldan lad they just happened to stumble into.

Over 20 years have passed since then, and Warden Tristan, though quiet and maybe even harsh by some tastes, rose quickly in the ranks, all the way to becoming a Warden-Lieutenant as he wandered Thedas: from Ferelden, to Orlais, through Nevarra, the Anderfels, and even skirting the southern edges of the Tevinter Imperium.

Few ever got close enough to him to know his secret, and none have lived to see the present day.

Tristan is a brusque, matter-of-fact warrior- a leader who is not unkind, but also isn't particularly concerned with coddling his men, or sharing much about his own life either. Over the course of his life, though he had many experiences, he's not had many intimate friendships, no romantic bonds, and as far as his family is aware, he's decades dead.... but who knows, maybe a certain necromancer can bring him back to life.

In his free time, he does embroidery, ostensibly to keep the fine motor skills of his undead fingers, but his work is also quite beautiful.

Marcus Ingellvar (he/him nonbinary, 27)

Human (Nevarra), Mourn Watch mage, Death Caller spec

❤️: Bellara Lutare

Playlist 🎶 (WIP)

Summary:

Ask him, and Marcus Ingellvar will tell you that there is not much to say about him. He might be persuaded to mention some of his academic achievements, if you have a pair of pliers you might extract from him his preference in hot drinks (he is, all things considered, a peppermint tea type of guy), but unless you're careful, you might just wind up exiting any conversation with him feeling like you've just spent the past hour talking about yourself, and while you do feel much lighter than you did before and he was nothing but courteous and lovely, you have still learned absolutely nothing about him.

And that's the way he's been since he was just a child: taught by the Mourn Watchers who found him in the crypts to always be attentive to the needs of others, he's an introspective, careful, strategically- and scientifically minded thinker, a researcher and necromancer with more to prove to himself than he has to anyone else, but he nevertheless possesses the same rebellious streak that makes Rook who they are- that last part is probably what makes some of his meticulous calculations of risk seem like he fucking stinks at math.

But, maybe if he's good enough, smart enough, virtuous enough, loving enough, kind enough, beautiful enough, he might one day feel worthy of being known.

(An addition to the canonically given backstory is that Marcus is actually of noble birth- the son of an unwed noblewoman who unfortunately passed in childbirth, and her servant lover blinded by terror and grief, who took the child to the catacombs in the hopes that he might later return and "adopt" the child, once he no longer runs the risk of being accused with the murder of his beloved. Unfortunately, that day never did end up arriving. Marcus will most likely never learn that he was always loved and wanted, and that it wasn't callousness, but simple misfortune that put him on this path.)

Aramis de Riva (he/him, mid-thirties)

Human (Antiva), Crow rogue, ??? spec

❤️: Lace Harding

Playlist 🎶 (WIP)

Summary:

Yeah, that's not his real name- not "Aramis", and most certainly not "de Riva", but for whatever it's worth, it works just as well as any other.

(TBF)

As of yet unplayed:

Coris de Riva (she/her, early 30's)

Dwarf (Antiva), Antivan Crow rogue

❤️: Lucanis Dellamorte

Playlist 🎶 (WIP)

Summary: TBD

Syl Aldwir (she/her, 27)

Elf (Tevinter), Veil Jumper rogue

❤️: Neve Gallus

Playlist 🎶 (WIP)

Summary: TBD

Origins

Aren Lorna "Arie" Aeducan (she/her, DAO: 25, DAI: 36, DATV: 46)

✨"Canon" Warden-Commander✨

Noble dwarf, sword and board warrior (Berserker+Champion)

❤️: Leliana (softened, Divine)

Aesthetic

Summary:

Aren Lorna Aeducan is a woman forged in fire through and through. Bearing the name- and donning the armor of her late grandmother, she quickly proved herself to be as steadfast and politically shrewd as her namesake.

As she was bred and born a leader and thus grew up an unintentional rival to her elder brother, she is generally proud and poised, unapologetic in her way of carrying herself, and assertive in her opinions which, while driven by a desire to do and be good, are quick to take backseat to a strong emotional motivation- She is as dedicated and passionate in love as she is in duty.

While her assertiveness may make her come off as harsh, stubborn, she is nonetheless essentially benevolent, mindful and supportive of emotions and wants of those around her- keeping people’s best interests at heart, she is diplomatic and ambitious, occasionally sarcastic, with strong convictions of what is right and just, which she intends to enforce and uphold even if that means resorting to less than legal measures. The end, in her eyes, sanctifies the means, even if that end is just the survival of one more person, be it others or herself.

The main conflicts of her character throughout the story are the choices that force her to pick between her compassion and her desire for vindication, and the choice dictated by her royal upbringing in grossly homophobic Orzammar conflicting with her later-life realization of her own bisexuality, with which she grapples until eventually she allows herself to fall in love with Leliana.

While trying to avoid facing her own emotions whenever possible, for the first chunk of the game, she is almost singularly obsessed with the idea of revenge, and until Bhelen’s eventual death at her hands, her personal vendetta takes priority even over the establishment of a stable dynasty that might be best for Orzammar in the wake of the Blight. That anger and defiance that resides in her is eventually placated, and it is only once the faith of Ferelden and Thedas no longer rests on her shoulders that she mellows out, turning from the commander into herself.

Vogar Brosca (he/him, DAO: 22, DAI: 33, DATV: 43)

Casteless dwarf, dual-wielding warrior (Reaver)

❤️: Zevran

Non-canon Warden, but an unrelated Warden in my head regardless

Vogar Brosca is unequivocally what the Hero of Ferelden should not be- he is abrasive and selfish, almost completely illiterate, and easily the most cynical man Thedas has ever carried, in its belly or on its back.

He carries a lot of anger in him- a lot of envy and jealousy, as well as overall resentment towards most everyone willing to exploit him and people like him. As he is motivated mostly by spite and a drive to prove people wrong, he always strives to show an image of strength and confidence, even though many times he would rather hide under a rock and never again poke his head out- the man has turned “fake it till you make it” into a personal motto and intends to stick to it.

After an adolescence and early adulthood as a Carta grunt (during which he had to sell his sword arm and honor simply to stay alive), he keeps his loyalties fluid, and his morals where his money is; if it suits his fancy, he is prone to reasoning away any and all decisions he might make as reasonable and moral.

As little beyond his love for his sister and his friendship with Leske tied him to the city, he was quick to jump on the opportunity to abandon Orzammar in favor of the promise of an ability to be someone beyond a casteless thug, although he won’t deny that the idea of “pretty and easy Surface girls with knockers the size of my head” also contributed to the decision- the fact that later he happened to find love by the side of a very male assassin who had been sent for his head is but an amusing caprice of fate.

As the game progresses, he grows and changes rather quickly and dramatically- the responsibility of decision-making affects him pretty badly, but the rest of the party poses a whole new set of good and bad examples and influences on him. The surface, where people look at him and say “Ser” instead of spitting, will finally show him an angle of the world which he likes- a world in which his existence is at least acknowledged beyond him being an eyesore. He also manages to eventually overcome his deeply internalized homophobia with Zevran’s help, (come to terms with his now past but then obvious affection for Leske,) and learns to trust and allow people to get close to him.

Inquisition

Raymond "Ray" Percival Trevelyan (he/him, DAI: 24, DATV: 34, BG3: 55)

✨"Canon" Inquisitor ✨, Inquisitor-as-Tav AU

Human

DA: sword and board warrior (Reaver)

BG3: fighter/Oath of Devotion paladin (noble background)

❤️: DAI- Dorian Pavus, BG3- Wyll Ravengard

Playlist 🎶

Aesthetic

Summary:

There's one thing that is to be said / about him in the years to come: A hero seldom lives to see / past the ending of his tale.

Raymond begins his story a naive, idealistic young man with a passion for the romantic, the sentimental, the dramatic, and the comedic. He is witty and bright, an educated and charming man, but as such, he is also impulsive and brash, immature, and emotional- his decisions are motivated mostly, if not only by his heart, and an almost comical sense of justice.

Inspired heavily as a young teen by the Tale of the Champion and the refugees' tales about the Hero of Ferelden, he aspires to be the great hero Hawke and Lady Aeducan were painted as- while fully aware of how unattainable that ideal might be, he nevertheless aims to become the generous and brave "Knight in Shining Armor" Thedas wants him to be, more or less successfully.

In the beginning of the story, he is deeply Andrastian and practices his religion frequently, but throughout the game, his faith is shaken. Initially, it is his firmly held belief that he is in fact Andraste’s chosen, but confirmation of the opposite at Adamant plants the doubt in his heart that later results in the abandonment of organized Andrastianism, and establishing a rather more lenient, personal relationship with religion.

Throughout the events of the game, as he is faced with more and more injustices and pointless loss of life, his initially neutral-positive views on mage freedom and elf rights quickly radicalize. While the realizations take away a lot of his naiveté and optimism, make him slightly jaded and more skeptical, ultimately he matures and grows as a person. He unlearns a lot of the toxic views he internalized growing up noble, and slowly, with the help of the friends and the love he finds in the Inquisition, he also learns to allow himself to be loved.

At the end, while tired and battered and suffering from moderate- to severe PTSD, the once-green-eared kid emerges a soldier and a man more or less worthy of his title as Inquisitor.

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The BG3 AU is set roughly 30 years after the events of DAI. After a tumultuous youth of adventuring, ostensibly saving the world (which earned him the moniker "Inquisitor of the Dales"), and the loss of his sword arm in the process, Raymond had retired from heroics young, at merely 25 years of age. Upon the peaceful passing of his father (a minor, but old-money Baldurian baron in this reality), he quickly took to managing the family estate (reconciling a tenuous love with his estranged mother- we don't talk about the past much on that one), and settled in for two joyous decades of blissful domesticity by the side of the love of his life, Dorian.

Except fate has a way of throwing its doomed chosen at increasingly bigger problems, until one finally manages to kill them.

A handful of years pass between the assassination of his husband over blasted politics and his own abduction by mind flayers, and Ray, both dreading and strangely anticipating the adventure, falls back into the role of a leader and a hero like he would into a bad habit, though he is barely a shadow of his once-gregarious, larger-than-life hero self.

Maybe this time, throwing himself at a nigh-immortal god-monster will finally wind up killing him for good. And then, maybe he can finally rest.

Or not. Who knows. At least if he's lucky, fate will take a fucking leg this time.

Adela Cadash (she/her, DAI: 37, DA:TV: 47)

Surface-born dwarf (Marcher, Tantervale)

Archer rogue (Tempest)

❤️: The Iron Bull

Non-canon Inquisitor

Summary:

Adela Cadash is a woman with an undeniable talent for consciously putting herself into the wrong place at the wrong time. She’s cynical and efficient, energetic- not one to sit idly by and contemplate consequences, more often than not she leaps before she would look. She fixes mistakes as she goes, making a lifestyle out of risk and thrill-seeking, but regardless of what it is into which she’s throwing herself, she always gives off the impression that she is at least one step ahead, even -or especially- when that’s not true.

Perceptive and cunning, Adela is an expert at reading people and giving them who, and what they want her to be. She is flexible and adaptable, clever and shrewd, capable of morphing herself into whoever the situation requires her to be- from the principled dame, through the mother figure, to the commander of war, there is a personality in her arsenal that fits that role, while she keeps her true thoughts and feelings buried six feet under.

As for religion, Adela is mostly agnostic in her views. She is mostly neutral concerning the plight of mages- while she is mostly aware of the injustices, Tantervale's Circle never caused the kind of problems Kirkwall's did, and overall, she holds mostly the same views as Vivienne does- that magic is dangerous as fire is dangerous, and she's not about to let herself get burnt.

She has, however, a passion for the finer things in life- be it food, bathing, or love, she likes to make an event, a spectacle out of the mundane. Be it Orlesian opera, really nice shoes, disgustingly overpriced alcohol, or elaborate, kinky sex, she is not one for saving things for special occasions- to her, having lived most of her life in mortal danger, every day lived is a special occasion worthy of celebrating, and she lives life from one day to the next, barely thinking past tomorrow for it may never come.

She is, all in all, a professional survivor.

Harwen Lavellan (later on Harwen Montilyet- he (primarily)/they (incidentally), DAI: ~35, DATV: ~45)

Dalish hunter

Archer rogue (Assassin)

❤️: Josephine Montilyet

Non-canon Inquisitor

Summary:

Harwen is a no-nonsense, practical man- a calm and collected, rather quiet person whose every word is spoken with purpose.

Able to think coolly and logically even in the face of danger, Harwen is a born analyst and strategist. He’s prone to seeming emotionally detached in his decision-making and known to prioritize the purpose over the idea- Ultimately, he is a smart worker rather than a hard worker, with a remarkable talent for seeing the big picture without getting swallowed up in the details.

He is very pragmatic and equally introverted; a very private person and while not unfriendly, he is difficult to get to know and even more difficult to predict. Being perceptive and at times suspicious, he may come off as grumpy, coarse. That is, however, merely the surface- as a private person, he is deeply romantic, loyal, and works best as a member of a team. Having been trained as a Dalish hunter, he seems to have a gift for seeing the strengths and weaknesses of each of his companions, and working with- and around them with efficiency.

He is also an eerily fast learner- while as a Dalish elf, he has not had any formal education and is barely literate in human writing systems, he is remarkable at absorbing large amounts of information very quickly and applying it as the situation requires.

Regarding beliefs, Harwen is a traditionally wired mind with a modern twist- while conscious and critical of its flaws, he observes Dalish customs and honors the gods according to his clan’s practices, invoking Falon’din and Andruil before each battle. In this, he does not allow himself to be shaken- while he accepts that his people are not perfect, not by a longshot, he is nevertheless devout. As the story of the game progresses and he is forced to give up elements of his heritage, he only seems to cling tighter to the few parts to which he can.

In his spare time, he enjoys gardening, and he often whistles out of tune.

By Veilguard, he lives in Antiva as Josephine's husband, no longer wears his clan name, and is a father to one half-elven daughter by the name Valeria Montilyet (she looks human, and her father is often mistaken for merely her caretaker).

[mythals-whore]

ASSIGNING THE MEMBERS OF THE VEILGUARD A TAYLOR SWIFT ALBUM BECAUSE I CAN!!!

Harding - Debut

Obviously she’s our Ferelden farm girl so this just makes sense, but let me elaborate anyway. Harding is VERY Tied Together with a Smile/ The Outside to me?? Not to mention i feel like she would love the angrier songs Picture to Burn/ should’ve said no. We know how she gets when she’s angry. And you can’t convince me she wouldn’t LOVE Our Song.

Neve - Midnights

Do i even need to explain this one?? Neve gives such Midnights vibes, vigilante shit/mastermind/midnight rain???? Also SO yoyok coded. i feel like her romance is very Labyrinth/Snow on the Beach. And the woman who pets all of docktown’s stray cats is very “karma is a cat” of her idc.

Bellara - Red (TV)

This one was hard! It was between Red and 1989 to me. I just think Bellara would love the high energy pop beats (22, WANEGBT, Starlight). But i think she would LOVE Treacherous/State of Grace as well. Will help with the fanfic writing 100%. I put TV here specifically bc Better Man & Forever Winter could very much remind her of Cyrian??? And you can’t convince me Bellara wouldn’t be obsessed with ATWTMVTV.

Lucanis - Speak Now

Purple vibes, obvious. But he’s like, very Enchanted to me. AKA loves reading romance novels and the concept of romance but doesn’t know much about it/has never experienced it but wants it badly. Which is also why Electric Touch/Sparks Fly apply here. Don’t think about Lucanis listening to Castles Crumbling when he gets back from the Ossuary to find that Caterina is gone (+ later if you don’t save Treviso). Also Innocent was written about him, Taylor told me.

Shout to passenger princess Spite which i feel Taylor embodied when she wrote Dear John (iykyk)

Davrin - Lover

First of all, he is SO The Archer. “Ive been the Archer, Ive been the prey” “i jump from the train and ride off alone i never grew up its getting so old” “i cut off my nose just to spite my face and hate my reflection for years and years” its so Davrin (also one of my favorite songs maybe ever so this is big news). Also as @pinayelf pointed out, Assan as the Arrow?? Dying. But also Davrin’s romance is so Its Nice to Have a Friend. I saw someone talk about this not that long ago, but he’s very much a friend first?? Like he gives the vibe that as your LI you just hang out and rib on each other. I just i feel like they laugh a lot. + Lover as an album is soft but very anxiously attached?? Which i feel is the whole inner life of “i am a Grey Warden and im not supposed to get to attached bc it can’t last.” Honorable mentions go to Daylight/I Think He Knows/Cruel Summer/ Cornelia Street

Could also be convinced he is Reputation bc Reputation seems hardcore but is secretly very soft.

Emmrich - Tortured Poets (The Anthology)

Emmrich would LOVE the flowery language in this. Would love analyzing the lyrics with his besties. He’d love The Albatross (which, coincidentally is one of my favs, guess he just has good taste) and The Manuscript. Also tbh i don’t know much about his romance but “you know how to ball, i know Aristotle” feels like Emmrich with a much younger Rook (shout out to But Daddy I Love Him as well). Idk i think he’d secretly love it. Also relating Robin to Manfred bc that is his son??? On the sad side i feel like Emmrich is very the Prophecy/Peter because he has that dialogue about how he ‘once thought he’d get married’ like he always wanted love but never found it.

Taash - evermore

This was very difficult but i think the general witchy vibes are very “I’m Rivaini, we’re cool with spirits”. Also Tolerate It feels like when their mom comes to visit and no matter what Taash does it’s not good enough. Laash specifically is Dorothea/Ivy to me. And then of course (endgame spoilers) Marjorie after their mom dies and RWYLM if Harding is also gone. As a fan of the ‘pots and pans’ of Closure, they also get this one assigned to them. Just feels right.

[exhausted-archivist]

The Veilguard Companion Favorite Foods

Bellara Lutara: Pan fried fish [source]

Davrin: Unknown

Emmrich Volkarin: Unknown

Lace Harding: Turnip-goat stew [source]

Lucanis Dellamorte: Coffee (Yes, coffee is a food if you believe hard enough)

Neve Gallus: Deep fried fish [source]

Taash: Unknown

Will be updated as needed.

Updated: July 2024

[lottiesnotebook]

Happy Friday! For dadwc: “the trembling, breath-held pause right before their lips finally touch—eyes wide, hearts racing.” from the First Kiss section of the Fictional kiss prompt list, for whoever you feel like writing!

I do not have an answer for why this came out Bellara/Lucanis, but it did, so I really hope you enjoy it! I really loved writing it, they always come out surprisingly cute.

Bellara Lutare/Lucanis Dellamorte, first kiss, pre-relationship, (relatively) slow-burn

@megthemariner | @dadrunkwriting

silver moon's sparking (so kiss me)

Bellara loves a lot of things about ‘firsts’. First dates, first battles, first meetings, first dances. Each ‘first’ is the start of a whole run of new experiments, new adventures, new potentialities for new outcomes. First kisses are a particular favourite, both to experience and to dissect after the fact on behalf of friends and colleagues. You can learn so much about a person by the way they initiate a kiss.

Irelin, for all her command of the Veiljumpers, her quick wits and her courage, had been shy and a little girlish, almost as if she was scared to start in case they stopped, where Bellara was happy to rush in recklessly. Perhaps that’s why things ended the way that they did between the two of them: Irelin too careful, Bellara never quite careful enough, an inevitable unravelling of two threads who were never meant to stay entangled. It’s easier than she expected to avoid thinking of Irelin, when her other companions are so novel and so very fascinating.

Taash, she suspects, from Harding’s blushes and lovebites, takes the same attitude to a kiss as they do to a battle: charging in hotter than dragonfire and ready for anything. Davrin would treat a kiss like the prize at the end of a hunt, enjoying the chase almost as much as the catch, and Neve… kissing Neve, she suspects, would be a lot like being one of her cases, something to be methodically taken apart for clues in the most pleasurable way possible, as Emmrich would likely treat it with the same passion and dedication that goes into his studies, both of which are… interesting to her, but not the most curious of her companions.

She wonders if Lucanis has noticed that she knows he’s been watching her. Well, he watches everyone, but the way he watches her is… not less guarded, but a lot more specific. She sees how his dark eyes linger on the open neck of her shirt, the sway of her hips, and, most often of all, the curve of her mouth when she speaks or laughs or reads aloud to him from recipes or serials, perched on a counter in the kitchen when neither of them can sleep and she’s scorched her fingers too badly to tinker any further. One time she brushed her hand against a hot pan and instinctively pressed them to her mouth, and she’s certain she heard him gasp before he moved to her side, inspected the blackened, callused tips to her fingers.

“You should take better care of your hands,” he’d said, smoothing the balm they keep in the kitchen over the burns. “They are your livelihood, are they not?”

“For veiljumping? I mean, quick feet and enough awareness to not get blown up by the next anomaly are usually at the top of the list, plus the brain to know a dangerous artifact from the kind you can take home to meet the clan, and then of course there’s a decent knowledge of Arlathan…”

She was probably talking too much, or maybe just enough — whenever this happens, she loves the way his eyes trail every movement of her lips, her tongue, how he leans closer with every sound to escape her, and in this moment, it seemed as if he wanted to swallow her words down, taste them on his own tongue like sweet pastries or bitter coffee. His dark eyes had flickered from her lips to her eyes and back again, the tentative, delicious pause before a kiss could begin-

And then he’d pulled away, and asked her for a recipe she’d meant to ask Strife for while looking studiously at the fruit he’d been chopping. The back of his neck had glowed crimson, in a way that was almost endearing in the usually-grim assassin. Or it had been endearing, the first time.

By the fifth time he leans in, inhales, eyes half-lidded, like she smells cinnamon-sweet, and again, does not kiss her, it’s less endearing than maddening, and she’d have kissed him already, if she weren’t so worried about spooking him. For all that he’s fearful in battle, he’s skittish as a halla when anyone gets too close, too quickly.

But the world is ending, and there’s no way to get from the promise of a first kiss to the reality without a little awkwardness, under the circumstances, and so, under the circumstances, she said the awkward thing, once the rest of their friends had cleared out of the library:

“Were you planning on getting round to kissing me at some point, or should I stay out of the kitchen for a few days to live this down?”

He glances up from the dagger he’s sharpening, eyes wide and startled as, yes, a halla’s, cheeks flushing in a manner completely unbecoming of a Crow. Bellara is already considering absenting herself when he comes out with a strangled:

“Of course you should not stay out of the kitchen. I cannot cook for these hellions alone!”

“So that’s a… maybe on the kissing?” she clarifies, tentatively.

“That is… Bellara, I am possessed by a demon.”

“Demon, spirit, it’s a very Andrastian line to draw. Wait, does Spite object to the kissing?”

“Spite — no, I am not going to say that to her, that would be indecent — Spite has raised no objections to- the idea of kissing, at least.”

That implies some very interesting possibilities she has not previously considered, and she files them away neatly for later. “So… do you have objections to kissing me? Or like. Ambivalence? Ambivalence is also not great for kissing, in my experience.”

“Bellara.” He rubs his temples, as if this is absolutely not the direction he imagined this conversation taking. If he’s imagined this conversation at all. She hopes he’s imagined this conversation, that he’s thought about kissing her as much as she has about kissing him — that she isn’t imagining the desire in his eyes, the simmering, delicious tension between them.

He puts her anxieties to rest with his next words: “I cannot imagine anyone being ambivalent to the idea of kissing you.”

“So… that’s a yes, then?”

His lips part, wordless in astonishment and then curve into a fond smile that brings a dimple to his too-thin cheek. She’s going to kiss that dimple an unbelievable number of times before the night is done.

“That’s a yes,” he manages, before she’s in his lap, pressing her lips firmly against his. Usually she’d be more hesitant, savour the moment of eyes meeting and lips drawing closer by inches until collision is inevitable, but if she gives Lucanis the chance to change his mind, he might, and before that happens…

Before that happens, she wants to learn everything about how Lucanis Dellamorte kisses.

[jenn0wow]

Things I added to dragon age lore/veilguard for my fanfic cuz sometimes I gotta add stuff in for it to make sense (cuz BioWare never put it in or kinda gave us half baked lore 🙄)

Qunari are still treated poorly in Tevinter and Rook has to be careful traveling there. It’s not as bad as it was ten years prior, but it’s not particularly safe for them to walk around Tevinter.

Like Taash’s fire breathing, some Qunari mages are born with the able to take from an untamable primal magic that draws both from the fade and the natural elements of the earth (think of dragons and how they draw their powers ig), and this power is what caused the qun to lock up Saarebas. The primal magic comes out during times of stress and emotional turmoil.

The Veil Jumpers started studying Arlathan after the breach opened up, making them an 11-10 year old organization.

The lighthouse has an actual big kitchen cuz I forgot it was tiny and in the dining room while I was writing lol

Rook spends two to three years with Varric and Harding, and became very close with them.

There aren’t Qunari in the Crows or at least they aren’t official crows. They are more like spies, but they can never be full members. Same with Qunari Shadow Dragons.

Rook has a full bed in his room cuz he’s big and he can’t be sleeping on a sofa 😭

Rook doesn’t join the book club because he cant read trade language as well as he can speak it. He’s also dyslexic so it’s harder for him to read anyways. He has Bellara tell him about what the club is reading (because she likes to talk and explain things).

Rook and Davrin are 28, Bellara is 32, Harding is 29-30, Neve and Lucanis are 35 (he’s aged a lot the past year due to ya know being imprisoned, experimented on, and not sleeping), Taash is 22, and Emmrich is 57.

I gave some characters specific sexualities. Taash and Harding are Lesbians (w/ Taash being a non-binary masc lesbian), Bellara is Pan, Neve is Bi (both Neve and Bellara label themselves specifically with these labels), Rook is Gay (and he is labeled) Emmrich is gay (he is labeled but he hasn’t dated someone in like years cuz he’s afraid of losing someone he loves again), Davrin is bi (but he’s the kind of guy to be like “I don’t label myself, love and romance just finds me in all different kinds of people.” Or something), and Lucanis is demisexual and Panromantic (which is kinda canon already ig, but he wouldn’t be specifically labeled and just say “I love both men and women, but I must make a deep connection first for anything intimate to arise.”)

Theres probably more but I forgot lol

[woundedsoul12]

Weird Friday thoughts.

1. Peter Pan AU. Lucanis as Peter. Spite his shadow. Rook as Wendy. Davrin and Taash as John and Michael respectively. Caterina as Tinier Bell. Zara as Captain Hook. Illario as Mr. Smee. Neve Princess Tiger Lily. Emmrich as Chief Great Big Little Panther. Bellara and Harding as mermaids. Viago and Teia as lost boys.

Thinking about this way too hard.

Also went to the zoo today. Now I need our friends at the Zoo. Maybe it's Texas AU time again. Harding is absolutely a zoo girl and Taash is down for it. Davrin goes for the big cats and bears. Bellara would fact bomb everyone and know all the animals by sight and scientific name (I am Bellara). Lucanis and Rook would just walk hand in hand quietly until they came to the wyvern enclosure.

Gah it's rotting my minddddd. And I have entirely too many things to do

[himbopunk]

freak in question:

(note if u wanna suggest an npc, they are pan, i just didnt include any of the vg boys cuz none of them are their type oop)

[underatreedrinkingtea]

Sit With Me, Let Me Bathe In Your Light

Summary: Bellara and Rook spend some time together discussing books.

Bellara sat at the table with the others enjoying lunch Lucanis had prepared, with some help from Taash.

She heard Taash and Harding discussing her recent powers, with everything going on in the world with the gods and the violence and despair they leave behind them. Having to deal with magic where there was none up until recently she couldn't imagine that struggle. But Harding is strong, and she has all of them supporting her now. They all are here supporting each other in this. It will all be okay in the end, Bellara is hopeful.

Emmrich and Lucanis are asking Neve about one of her cases and while she wants to listen in, Bellara is way too distracted because tonight it is book club night. And while she finished the book she is yet to finish her notes with her thoughts on it. Rook has been taking her and Neve out a lot recently helping out the Veil Jumpers in Arlathan Forest. And with her trying to figure out the Nadas Dirthalen and its mysteries there hasn't been enough time for her book notes.

She admits it's been nice to show him her home, Strife and Irelin expressing their gratitude with all Rook and the team has done for them in the forest. And while Rook has been a little...stoic towards everyone at first Bellara has begun to see a shift in him, especially towards the Veil Jumpers, he is curious about their way of life and he always seeks her out in the Lighthouse with more questions. And then there was this one time while she was talking with Neve about food and Rook told them he really wanted to try Dalish food. She will have to put that on the groceries list before she forgets about it. What should she make first? Maybe she could make him, them, her favorite pan-fried fish. Does Rook like fish? She can’t seem to figure out his food preferences, Rook eats everything, like food is just something to fuel his body. 

Whenever they gather around the table Rook never really gives the impression whether he likes something or not. He might just eat anything put before him on a plate. So far that has been the case at least, not quite appreciating the flavors or simply the craft itself. Although…she does notice a gentle, content smile on his face when it’s Bellaras turn to cook. And now that she reflects on it, he Rook usually finds her afterwards to compliment her skills. Or if it’s her turn cleaning the dishes he takes extra long before leaving, oftentimes giving her a hand before Bellara can send him away telling him it really isn’t necessary. But still he insisted, taking no for an answer.

Speaking of Rook, he and Davrin are yet to appear. They both went off somewhere after breakfast this morning. Davrin had insisted Assan needed to stretch his wings, they were gone for quite some time and afterwards they both went straight up to Taash room to work out with them. Both her and Harding might have found their way in Taash’s room too at some point. Harding needed to tell Rook she had found a contact in the Deep Roads willing to meet with her. And Bellara..she had a question about how the Lods of Fortune handled elven artifacts that definitely couldn’t wait until later. And Bellara definitely didn't take notice how Rook paused what he was doing when she had entered right behind Harding. But as soon as she notices his missing shirt Bellara looks away and doesn’t dare lay eyes on him again.

The sound of a door opening and an excited squawk pulled her from her thoughts. Assan and Davrin! But where was…

“Sorry we’re late, lost track of time there for a bit.” Davrin explained. Assan ran ahead of him towards his plate on the floor only to find it empty. Bellara got up from her chair making her way towards him.

“I’m sorry Assan! Here, let’s get you some food.” She met Davrins appreciative look.

“Thank you, Bellara…I-” He began.

“Oh it’s no trouble! Really.” She interrupted. While her back was turned to everyone she heard Harding asking;

“Where is Rook? Weren't you working out together? Did he get lost on the way?”

“No, he was right behind me actually. Anyway, about Rook. He seemed..I don’t know- ” Davrin made his way to sit down when the door opened again, pausing his movements.

“Sorry everyone!”

Rook all but stumbled in.Bellara snapped her head in his direction.She regarded him for a moment, he looked drained to say the least, ready to drop dead at any point.Chest bare sweaty, glistening in the low light in the room. Bellara is frozen in her spot, still Assans plate in her hand and he makes an impatient squawk at her.But she can’t look away from him, shirtless,and his body covered in sweat.Her eyes goes up his chest then down his muscular arms, white scars all over his body, some shallow, but most of them are deep.It must have all been so painful she thinks to herself. Taking a few steps into the room while putting on his shirt, even that small action looks tiring for him.

Rook was a big man, towering over everyone they met, Qunaris being the only exception. He intimidates people with his reserved and standoffish stare. Making them weary of him, not daring to look away lest he decides to strike you down. Now though Bellara thinks, even the touch of the wind could make him fall over.

“Wow, what happened to you?” Neve exclaims, a slight worry in her tone. All eyes are on him now, waiting. Rook meets them with a blank stare.

“Oh you know, Davrin was working me pretty hard. Relentless to say the least.” He glances towards the food on the table before moving in the direction of the pantry and passes by her and Assan on the way. Realising she’s been holding her breath Bellara takes a deep inhale and a strong salty smell hits her. Rook smells like the sea, and she begins to imagine him on a ship, surrounded by stormy waters and wind in his hair. When he comes out again he has a handful of apples in his arms and stops, addressing Lucanis.

“The food looks amazing, I just don't feel like eating a large meal right now. Excuse me.” He confessed before giving Bellara a quick once over offering her a subtle smile.

“But Rook, my dear boy. You need to eat a proper meal!” Emmrich objected and started to stand up. Rook now almost at the door again with his back turned to the group lifts one arm up, making a dismissive gesture before answering;

"I'm fine Emmrich.” His tone leaves no room for arguments.

With the door now closed Neve breaks the silence after a while. She looks to Davrin before she speaks.

“What were you gonna tell us about Rook?” She questioned.

Davrin takes a few seconds to answer her.

“Yeah he, I don’t know. He seemed troubled. He was being too harsh with his body, I could tell he needed a break but he insisted on continuing. And towards the end he seemed so out of it, like he wasn't really there with me.” Davrin pondered, looking over everyone.

Harding is next to speak out;

“Well do we let him be? Or should someone go after him?” A short pause and she furrows her brow like she’s arguing with herself. “Someone should definitely go after him.” Finally Bellara finds her voice again and blurts out;

“I’ll go! I was done eating anyway. Let me make a plate for him, maybe he doesn’t want to eat with everyone around you know?” Bellara quickly picks up a plate, scooping up some food. She goes to pick up her book off the table before marching out of the kitchen.

“But Bellara, you barely touched your-” She can hear Harding exclaim before the door shuts behind her.

Peering out over the courtyard searching for Rook only to find it empty, she makes her way towards the staircase outside the main building and calls out “Rook?” Followed by a moment of silence, but then above her she hears him answer.

“Up here Bellara.” He sighs, but still his tone is so gentle with her. Balancing the plate on her book she wanders up the stairs. Bellara makes her way to Rook where he sits between the statues of Mythal and Solas, his back against the wall. In his hand is one of the apples and he’s carving pieces out with his knife. On his left the rest of the apples lay beside him. She studies him for a moment and it seems sitting down has helped with his exhausted state. He meets her stare and goes to cut another chunk from the apple.

“Hello,” Rook looks to her hands and makes a quick nod with his head, “That for me?” She opens her mouth to answer before he pats the space on his right.

“Come, sit down.” Rook offers her with a friendly smile.

“You really should eat Rook, you made the others worried walking off like that. You look awful!” She stops herself, her eyes widening before continuing. “No, not like that! You look nice like always but you seemed very exhausted and Davrin told us you were really working yourself to death! Rook you should slow down, I should know! Sit down for a while maybe?”

She was rambling on now, she felt like she was stumbling over her words with how fast she was speaking. She should apologise, he probably didn’t care for her word vomiting, wanting some peace and quiet.That’s probably why he walked off in the first place. Bellara dared a glance up at Rook and he didn’t look irritated at all, quite the opposite. He looked down at her with a wide grin, they just stared at each other for some time. But the silence soon makes her feel uncomfortable and his intense gaze makes her skin feel hot and itchy.

“I’m sorry Rook, I didn't mean to intrude..” She goes to offer him the plate of food “I just wanted..the others were really concerned for you.” Rook has dropped his grin now, replaced by a genuine look of surprise, he looks almost touched by her words. His gaze goes from her to her book on the ground, a pensive look on his face. He takes the food from her hands and says;

“Thank you Bellara, really. And…if you don’t have anywhere to be I would enjoy your company.” He takes a deep breath through his nose, still eyeing the book.

“Is that for your book club you’re in?”

The book! Her mind goes to the notes still unfinished, but she can do that later she thinks. Rook needs some company right now.

“Yes! Right, book club. We are supposed to meet tonight and discuss it. And Lucanis bought a new bottle of wine for us to try, from Antiva. And knowing him it probably is very fancy! Oh, did you want to join us?”

She’s talking very fast again but doesn't apologise this time.

Rook answers her with a light chuckle.

“Well..I really never was much for reading…” Rook clears his throat.

Oh, right. Maybe he has told her that and she just didn’t listen? But she feels like she would remember if he told her that-

“I would much rather you tell me about it. I like hearing you talk. About anything really. But I’ve seen you around the Lighthouse with your nose into that book. You know, I actually thought you might fall off the edge one time while you were walking and reading. I admit, I’m curious now.”

Yes she remembers that, Rook had bumped into her, his strong hands stopping her from landing on her butt. Hours later she still felt his warm grip linger on her arms.

She meets his gaze and she can practically feel her eyes light up.

“Yes okay, I’ll tell you all about it” A pause. “You can eat while I talk.” Bellara added.

“Of course, anything for you Bellara.” He nodded and offered her a smile in return.

The book, Rook noted, wasn’t all that thick. But Bellara goes into heavy detail about the book's plot, the characters and their motivations. And he listens closely. Sometimes interrupting her with questions, or simply when he finds a character annoying or simply idiotic. Some choices he finds are very questionable, so of course they both spend extra time talking about that. And someway along the way Rook realises that he might be a big fan of romances. Not that he would ever admit that to anybody. If Davrin found out, the teasing would be relentless.

He still wouldn't pick up a book on his own. He could just ask Bellara to talk about the ones they read in their little club. Hoping they choose good ones. Picked more romances perhaps. Because he quite enjoys the way Bellaras eyes light up when she tells him about how sweet and tender the main character's love interests are to them. How soft one can be towards someone they love. Embracing each other at the end of a long day. Talking for hours about nothing and everything. At one point they were so off topic that he had to stop her by asking a question about the plot that confused him. He still wanted to know how it ended. But frustratingly enough it turns out the book was part of a series. So to keep readers interested it ended with a cliffhanger, to Rook's disappointment.  And being a newer release, the author was yet to release the sequel.

They must have sat here for hours now, his body stiff from sitting down for so long. The food had gone cold a long time ago and the apples were long forgotten about.

A voice below interrupted them.

“Bellara dear, you will be joining us tonight I hope?” Emmrich wondered.

Rook has never seen a person jump to their feet so fast before.

“Of course, Professor! I’ll be right there” She replied, dusting off her clothes.

“Ah wonderful, see you inside.” Leaving the two alone again. Rook goes to stand up now as well, giving her the book back. 

“This was nice…the book I mean. Though I have to admit, this heroine of yours has questionable taste in men. I hope she comes to her senses in the next book.” Rook states in a serious tone.

“Right? I don’t understand where that came from to be honest.” They just stand there for a while, neither knowing really what to say.

“Maybe we could do this again sometime? I really did like your company, talking with you.” Rook looks down to the ground, all of a sudden shy, and can't seem to find the courage to meet her big, wonderful brown eyes.

“I could pick another book next time, something you might find more interesting.” She offers, fingers fidgeting with the worn looking pages.

“No!” Rook objected and cleared his throat. “I mean, you…can pick whatever you think is good. Or don’t. This…romance stuff wasn’t bad honestly.” And when he looks up at her again his throat goes dry and forgets how to breathe. He can see it. He’s been caught, she knows. The look she gives him is terrifying. Like a parent catching their child with their hand in a cookie jar. The secret hangs heavy in the air between them, Rook was never really good at being subtle was he?

“I’ll see what I can find Rook.” She is cruel, with the look in her eyes, pinning him down. And then she turns around with a spring in her step, like she’s on top of the world. And Rook finds himself missing her presence already.

[andthekitchensinkao3]

Emmstarion asks inspired by Chapter 4 of TBD (1/3):

I'm glad that Astarion finally got to have dinner with the Veilguard! What did he think of the druffalo blood? Was he hungry enough that he guzzled it down like a smoothie or did he stop to sniff the bouquet first? Additionally, was anyone at the table surprised/intrigued to see that he really is a vampire? I imagine it's one thing to be told that he's vampire, but something else entirely to see his vampirism in action, sipping on a pint of blood like a rare vintage. Emmrich seemed fascinated by the restorative effect it had on Astarion--did he have to remind himself not to stare?

Hi! Welcome to my TED talk 😁

Mm. Druffalo blood. Nice earthy aroma. Well-rounded. Full-bodied. Goes down surprisingly smooth even though it’s room temperature. If he’d been in his own room, he would have guzzled down that baby in less than five seconds. But this is dinner with the team. He had to be on his best behaviour - which both ties into his more general survival instincts as well as his goal of seducing Emmrich. Even if they’re all horrible little altruists, he needs to at least make a good first impression. Just because threatening to decorate the ground with Tav’s innards worked that one time, he’s rather outnumbered here.

Bellara was gawking like a teenage fangirl for a good fifteen minutes. You know she was. A real, live vampire! Drinking blood like it’s a tall glass of water? Or… something?

Davrin would have been side eyeing him the whole time, ready to cut him down. 

Neve’s still not convinced he isn’t a blood mage.

Lace would have NOT looked, because ew blood. Reminds her of her Ma’s pan fried liver patties with turnip mash.

Taash is cool. They’re not bovvered. You kill an animal for food you better use the blood too.

Lucanis (very secretly) thinks it’s a waste of good blood. He could make a perfectly good sanguinaccio for dessert! Ooh, or morcilla! Botifarra de Ceba! Biroldo! Mmm blood sausage. But, all the same, if their guest needs raw blood, he gets raw blood.

Varric arched his eyebrows a couple times.

Rook’s fine with the blood drinking. He’s more intrigued about the clear and present danger flirting going on. Astarion, you dawg, don’t go hurting his favourite necromancer.

And yes. Emmrich did try very hard not to stare. Furtive glances that aren’t so furtive as he thinks. Adam’s apple bobbing with ~inclinations~. Oh, dear.

[thelostgirl21]

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[bi-dragon-age]

I really really hope the dragon age fan base can respect the pansexual companions. If I see a post saying that Bellara/Emmrich/Taash/Davrin/Lucanis/Neve/Harding are really repressed lesbians/gay men. I am actually going to be upset lmao

Be normal about pan people challenge: impossible, apparently