#but it's blueberry and aveline!!

[demon-prosecuted]

still learning how to draw him, but woe - pokemon verse be upon ye

[architect-2015]

For the world to see.

Genevieve Heyman and Roman Reigns are the couple everyone wants to be.

Married in 2014, the couple have had a non stop life since, a reality TV show, a first set a triplets: Koa, Layla and Elle.

You’d think the couple would stop having children after that, Joe being on the rise to be the top dog in the WWE having a full time schedule and Genevieve being the head of creative backstage, the husband and wife duo are very busy people so it came with a shock that Genny was pregnant again, with another set of triplets!

Aveline, Levi and Max were born in 2019, the boys Koa, Levi and Max were inseparable, independent and the wildest kids you would ever meet. Whilst the girls Layla, Elle and Aveline were complete daddy’s girls.

The family showcased a lot of their home and family life in a reality TV show called Behind the curtain.

The show had given an opportunity to show the world how much the Anoa’i family has grown since the debut of the Wild Samoans: Afa and Sika.

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“Good morning!”

The episode starts with Genevieve, Levi resting on her hip, descending the stairs. Joe is stood over in the kitchen, cooking up his famous blueberry pancakes for the children.

“Mum, dad said that Uncle Jon and Auntie Trin are coming today!” a very giddy Elle ran up to her mothers frame, wrapping her arms around Genny’s waist.

“They are baby, so that means you’ve all got to go get changed out of your pyjamas. Aveline, mummy will come help you with your hair once she’s spoken with daddy.”

With that the 35 year old women sends her children up the stairs.

Walking over to the stove, Viv stands behind her husband, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his broad back.

A sigh leaves her lips, Joe immediately notices this. Turning he takes his wife face between his hands.

“What’s wrong baby girl?”

��Hmm, I’m just feeling a bit off. Threw up when I woke up. I think it’s because works a bit stressful right now. Wrestlemania is coming up so i’m trying to work out all the final details with storylines.”

Joe nods in understanding, Wrestlemania is a stressful time for everyone talent and crew alike. Genevieve has a tendency to push herself too hard to create the perfect show.

“Well mama, how about me and Jon take the kids out and you and Trin can have a chill girls day, see if that helps you feel any better.”

“That’s sounds wonderful, thank you.” Ending the conversation with a kiss, Genevieve walks upstairs to go tend to her youngest daughters wild hair. Joe turns back to the stove to finish breakfast.

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Trinity and Genevieve are sat on the lounge chairs in the garden of Joe and Gen’s Tampa home.

“Girl are you okay, Joe said you haven’t been well?” Trinity question the women across from her.

“I’m just not feeling like myself, i feel so like sluggish and just tired. I’ve been throwing up and i’m just so bloated. It’s really not what i needed this week.”

This week was crucial for Viv, she had to make Wrestlemania perfect.

“Genny, when was the last time you were on your period?”

Genevieve’s face instantly pales, she was late.

“Oh shit Trin, i’m late.”

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“Obviously me and Joe are already parents, and it’s the best thing in the entire world. Becoming a mother has made me a better women in many ways, but already having two sets of triplets and having the work schedule like me and Joe have can prove difficult. I’m grateful for my friends and family who help out with babysitting when needed. If i am pregnant i’m just hoping it’s not more triplets!”

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A pregnancy test sits face down in Gen’s bathroom that is currently occupied by Trinity. Having had the trust of revealing the result to an anxious Genevieve.

An alarm rings out through the bedroom indicating the time to wait is over, in one swift movement Trinity flips over the rest.

A light gasp exits her mouth followed by one sentence.

“Mama, congratulations you’re pregnant.”

“Of course i’m happy to be pregnant again, and no matter how many children i have the feeling of overwhelming joy is indescribable. I know Joe will be ecstatic when i tell him the news.”

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It’s been a week since Genevieve found out she would introducing a new life to this world, to their family and she was yet to tell Joe.

A romantic dinner was set up with the intention of being the location of the reveal. Joseph sat across from his beloved wife, a steady conversation drifted between the couple.

“Baby i have something to tell you.” Genevieve muttered to her spouse. No matter how many pregnancies she has had, sharing the news always made her nervous.

“What’s wrong baby girl? are you okay?”

“Joe i’m fine, i’m really happy in fact. Handsome, you’re gonna be a dad to another little baby” She shyly placed the test in the table.

Joseph quickly stood up and rounded the table to take his wife into his arms.

“Baby i swear down if it’s another set of triplets i’m gonna murder you” was the phrase he was met by, slightly muffled by his shirt, he sensed the humour in the statement.

“Baby girl, we’ll have to wait and see.”

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The pregnancy of Genevieve Anoa’i has been going fantastic, she was very familiar with the feeling of morning sickness and her loving husband was very familiar with how to help.

Revealing the news to Paul was a highlight, the short man burst into tears. Paul and the Anoa’i family had a very close bond even before the romance of Geni and Joe so the pride he felt in a new addition was worth the tears.

Many backstage moments were showcased on the show, the twins arguing over who the best uncle would be, Trinity convincing Geni the baby should have a mini ‘feel the glow’ outfit.

Hunter and Stephanie were such inspirational characters in Genevieves life so to find out baby Anoa’i would be named in honour of them caused Steph to become a blubbering mess!

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“Baby Anoa’i will be named after both Stephane and Paul/ Hunter. Since i joined this company they have truly helped me in many ways and trusted my ideas to help further the WWE and i’m truly grateful.”

“You say the baby will be named after both of them? so a first name and a possible middle name?”

“Oh no, both individual names.”

Geni’s light chuckle is what closes out the confessional.

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“Good afternoon guys, my name is Doctor Hemp and i’m just gonna check on little baby if that’s okay?”

The segment starts out with the Anoa’i’s in a hospital room, a check up for the mum and the baby. A cold gel is applied to the pregnant women’s belly and the doctor begins the ultrasound.

“Oh my! would you look at that! you’ve got a healthy set of twins! how exciting!”

Genevieve’s head slowly turn towards her husband who is wearing a sheepish smile, it had been an ongoing conversation between the couple. No More Triplets and whilst twins is two not three Joe knows what she is thinking.

“Joe baby i love you, but twins. You and your family genes for multiples is killing me here.” He voice hold a tone of humour so Joe and more importantly the nurse knows she’s happy with the news.

Joes hand strokes his wife’s hair, his eyes glued to the little screen. Two little babies.

“At least it not more triplets.” That’s all that leaves Joes mouth seeing as he’s quite chocked up, he loves being a father, he gets to be a father to two more little kids.

A gentle laugh echos throughout the hospital room.

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Delia Stephanie Anoa’i and Jasper Paul Anoa’i were born on the 14th of July 2022.

The children are loved endlessly throughout the backstage area by many. The Anoa’i children will continue to be a part of the great Samoan Dynasty with many of Joe and Gen’s children following in their father’s footsteps.

With a family of the size of theirs, even with its high and lows, there will never be a shortage of love.

@bakugoumarianawrites

Okay i know this is shit but i had writer block for the longest amount of time and had no idea how to finish this. Feel free to use the request to write your own version!

[that--lavender--haze]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･I'd care at 11:59

Hiii!! I'm Irisse Aveline, 15, and a daughter of Iris! All year-rounder because I ain't got any parents anymore and made money out of painting to live.

some other info about me:

BIRTHDAY 23RD SEPTEMBER

Height is 5'4 AND A HALF (Im not that short yippeee)

Mom is French, Dad is Indian, born in America, lived in India for a bit of my childhood, but travelled half the world-

But then i got disowned and came back to USA

I speak English, Korean, French, German, Hindi and Spanish

Sexuality: Why do you want to know :)

Taken by my sweet, angelic, pretty, amazing, cute, caring, brilliant boyfriend @ares-innocence Oscar ʕ♡˙ᴥ˙♡ʔ

Personality: flirty 87% of the time, golden retriever, me love language is gift giving and quality time and uh idk what else to write so just perceieve me as whatever-

Idk ask more more stuff if you want to know-

I like to paint, read, write, paint, music and did I mention painting...? I like to do art, a lot. And photography. I also like ice-cream (mint-choco is the best and it is NOT toothpaste. Blueberry, Raspeberry, Butterscotch, Coffee, Cherry- basically any icecream flavor- is also good). And anything else that's sweet!

☆I play the drums, piano and sometimes guitar too☆

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Nothing counts after midnight

Please help me expand this list ~ʕ^ᴥ^ʔ

@archery-and-musicals (first person to talk to me here<3 rly cool) Penelope☆

@thathypnoskid (she asked me for a painting, we became bsfs<3) Bee☆

@you-cant-save-us (I gave him a rock ^^) Eli☆

@your-favourite-iris-kid (My amazing sweet kind... Did i mention amazing.. sister) Esme☆

@ares-innocence (my partner for chaos [:< ) Oscar☆

@ravensonofdionysus (SILLYYYYY) Raven☆

Lore: she’s a daughter of iris that got brought to camp half blood after being discovered at an art museum because she’s a painter and she can make paints that have magic

Irisse moodboard and picrews here

Ooc: I'm a minor so no nsfw please!

Also thankyou to @if-chaos-was-a-boy for making this oc for me!!!

Divider by @saradika-graphics

My other rp acc @mireya-the-awkward-extrovert

[libartz]

Dragon Age characters’ favourite Boost Juice flavours (Feat. My PCs)

Nayra Brosca- veggie garden blend

Linda Amell- lemon crush

Alistair- all berry bang

Leliana- strawberry squeeze

Zevran- mango tango crush

Morrigan- raspberry ripple

Wynne- green tea mango mantra

Oghren- choc muscle hustle

Sten- cookies and creme

Nathaniel- 2 and 5 blend

Sigrun- caribbean green

Velanna- grape escape

Justice- blue honolulu

Benjamin Hawke- banana buzz

Anders- coffee dream

Fenris- lychee charm

Sebastian- blueberry blast

Aveline- brekkie to gogo

Carver- protein supreme

Bethany- razzberry mango

Isabela- janine’s favourite

Merrill- wild berry blend

Varric- mornin’ mocha

Ornaros Lavellan- berry remedy juice

Meraad Adaar- wondermelon

Cullen- mango magic

Josephine- tropical storm

Dorian- king william chocolate

Iron Bull- pink paradise

Vivienne- watermelon crush

Sera- power plant protein

Blackwall- mint condition blend

Solas- Pure eden super smoothie

Cassandra- strawbrekkie

Cole- lychee crush

[budugaapologist]

fuck it, ac protagonists as drinks

non alcoholic because fuck you these are better

Altaïr: java monster energy drink

Ezio: kombucha

Shao Jun: dr. pepper x fanta

Aveline: soy vanilla chai

Ratonhnhaké:ton: blueberry lemonade

Edward: arnold palmer

Adéwalé: cuban coffee

Arno: watermelon la croix

Élise: cranberry juice

Evie: black tea

Jacob: chocolate milk

Henry: southern sweet tea

Bayek: lemon water

Aya: raspberry lemonade

Kassandra: baja blast

Alexios: orange gatorade

Eivor: apple cider

[thedas-fat-emporium]

Havoline still enjoying her blueberry juice

"Yes, it's very good. It's also become one of our biggest exports to the rest of the world and Merrill herself has become a tourist attraction." Aveline replied.

[freedoms-call]

Ok so here’s my fully subjective take on what I imagine each Dragon Age II companion smells like when they are not covered in blood, gore and/or sewage and I am interested in your opinions so feel free to add to this and discuss:

Anders mint & verbena (which is basically how I imagine elfroot scent)

Aveline talcum powder & elderflowers

Bethany blueberries & vanilla

Carver leather & dried grass

Fenris cedar & wine

Isabela sandalwood & ocean breeze

Merrill lemongrass & lilacs

Varric parchment & ginger ale

Sebastian incense & citrus

Tallis apple blossoms & whetstone

[lyrium-lavellan]

Garrett Tethras

Main Story: Son of Viscount Tethras and his wife Velahris Lavellan, twin brother of Gaten and brother of Nadia, Garrett has a lot riding on his shoulders. Born 4 years after his sister, he and his twin were notorious troublemakers in their youth. As he grew older and more responsible, he turned his efforts to more important things - protecting his family, most notably his brother. As a teenager, he trained with Seeker Cassandra(who, it has to be said, was quite impressed with his skills). He became an expert swordsman, participating in quite a few tourneys across Thedas(he went adventuring with his brother Gaten in their late teens) before returning home to Kirkwall and settling into a mostly quiet adult life, always his family’s valiant knight and protector.

Face Claim: Dominic Sherwood

Basics

Race: Dwarf, Elf-Blooded

Age: Born 7th Haring, 9:49 Dragon

Gender: Male

Profession: Assistant and personal bodyguard of the Viscount

Sexuality: Straight

Family: Parents Varric and Velahris Tethras(née Lavellan) - Sister Nadia, Brother Gaten - Uncles Silvhen and Ethelan

Physical Appearance

Weight: ~170lbs

Height: 5′3″

Body Build: Muscular, tall for a dwarf.

Eye Color: Lyrium-blue, like his mother’s.

Hair Color: Copper-blonde.

Skin Tone: Pale, tanned from sun exposure.

Favorites

Colors: Blue, white, crimson, black. He prefers more muted colors, but when custom dictates, he’ll go all out.

Smells: Sawdust, the sea

Food: Fish pie

Fruit: Blueberries

Drinks: Cider

Alcoholic Drinks: Whiskey

Hobbies: Sparring with Gaten, shadowing/helping Aveline, protecting his entire family from assassins/whomever singlehandedly.

Traits

Extremely Skilled At: Swordsmanship, Drinking, Having The Famed Tethras Charisma

Extremely Unskilled At: Diplomacy, Sleeping, Not Being Worried 25/8

Positive Personality Traits: Honest, Loyal, Responsible

Negative Personality Traits: Worrisome, Insomniac, Far Too Busy

[agirlinhell]

honey or maple syrup // embroidery or knitting // sheep or cows // meadows or prairies // streams or lakes // baking or cooking // blackberries or blueberries // raspberry preserves or strawberry jam // wildflowers or and rose bushes // dusk or dawn // bees or butterflies // tea or hot cocoa // sugar cubes or sugar bowls// pancakes or waffles // books or and music //  songbirds or rustling leaves // napping under trees or and sleeping in a field // checkered or floral // drying flowers or pressing flowers

tagged by: no one!!

tagging: @zombeam ( mrs martin, ben, omar, therissa, jasper ) @constellationtracer @prctecthem @pyrrhaeic ( aveline, marlon, mitch, drogon ) @keptmanners @fertilizerbomb @ncvabcrn @childtroubled ( jeanne, elijah, julia ) @stillgcod @agirlofwinterfell @mortuism ( lee, michonne, sarah, brody, carl ) @youngshct @we-are-strcng ( aj ), @bowsofregret

[charbax]

Wintersend’s Exchange

A gift for @dovabunny in the Fenders Wintersend Exchange! They requested: 

Homeless Fen and doctor/nurse Anders who always tries to feed and dress warmly his elf. Fenris doesnt want or trust charity, he wants to be seen as a man - not a project.

also available on my AO3

It started in the winter. A winter’s night, precisely, when Anders is locking the clinic’s door after a day of treating injuries, maladies, and general complaining from late stragglers. Luckily, his Maker-sent secretary was more than happy to handle the last part (read: forcibly showing them the door by social convention or force) and when the patient line dwindled to none, he sent her home. That had been hours ago. Now, it was late, and Anders was more than ready to flip the sign from open to closed and head upstairs for some well-deserved rest.

No sooner than his fingers brushed against the card than someone rapped against the door. Anders sighed, debated turning the sign over fully like the asshole he was, then decided against it since the person technically did come before the clinic was truly closed. He opened the door with a heavy heart. “Can I help you with-” He started, then stopped.

“Yes.” Fenris replied, arms wrapped around himself and his threadbare clothing, the very picture of a shivering wreck. “You can help me out of this cold.”

Anders was too stunned to do more than step back and let Fenris inside. Fenris made a beeline for one of the waiting chairs and collapsed onto it. It was only then that Anders noticed the goosebumps rippling on his skin, the shaking in Fenris’ body, the way his fingers trembled even as he tried to hide them underneath his armpits. Anders sighed again, pinching the space between his brows. “What made you think in here would be better than out there? Or anywhere else for that matter?”

“Hawke is...indisposed.” Fenris answered carefully. “And it’s too late for anyone else.”

“But apparently, not late enough for the hard-working doctor, who’s spent all day holed up in a clinic treating people as their last line of healthcare. What, the walk back home not good enough for you?”

At least Fenris had the decency to look ashamed. Well, as ashamed as a prickly elf could look. “I don’t trust home at the moment.”

Anders’ long face grew longer. For all of his bad blood with Fenris, even he saw the cruelty in shutting the door in a runaway’s face. “Fine.” He relented. “Stay for the night, but I expect you to be out first thing in the morning.”

Fenris nodded mutely and curled up on himself – almost like a cat. As soon as the comparison made its way into his head, it took root and refused to move from Anders’ mind, following him all the way to the supplies closet, where he grabbed the least threadbare blanket and pillow, and back to where Fenris was huddling. “Here.” Anders said, tossing the items at him. “At least crash here properly, for Maker’s sake.”

A person with less than perfect reflexes might have been slapped face-first with bedding, but Fenris only caught the items with a raised eyebrow. Anders had already turned away to finally prepare for sleep, he heard a quiet-

“Thank you.”

He paused, glancing over his shoulder. Fenris had already wrapped himself up in the blanket and curled into the pillow, stuffing his head under the cover until only the tips of his ears were peeking out. In that moment, he looked like any other elf refugee trying to stay warm in a none-too comfortable chair (and Anders can attest to that uncomfortable thing after an ill-advised nap during a quiet hour in the clinic). That image was a real, tangible proof of his care - even if it took form of a ball of blanket and silvery hair - and it reminded Anders why he treated people, or ran a clinic, or let in mage-hating runways.

He didn’t smile, but his steps going up the back staircase were much lighter than before.

His next time off was spent at the Hanged Man with Hawke and (proclaimed) merry band of misfits. It was certainly fitting considering the company currently present at their usual table – a set of twins, a police officer, the co-manager of the Hanged Man, a doctor (Anders), a runaway actor, an internet pirate, and a Dalish student.

And of course, Hawke himself, who was guffawing about something Varric said. Anders wouldn’t know since he was too busy losing at Wicked Grace badly.

“Well...at least all the cards are different this time. I really like how unique all of them are.” Merrill said as she peered over his hand.

“That’s not a good thing sweetness.” Isabela pointed out, laying out her completed set of suits, then appraised Anders with a smile playing at the corner of her lips. “You really do have the worst luck. Can’t be helped really.” On his right, Bethany patted his arm sympathetically as she laid down her own modest hand.

Anders frowned at Isabela. “As opposed to cheating?”

Isabela shrugged, not-so-coincidentally jostling a naughty card nesting in her cleavage (much to the poorly hidden delight of Carver). “It’s not cheating if you don’t get caught.”

Hawke chose that moment to tune into the conversation and gasped. “Isabela would never cheat!” He exclaimed indignantly. Knowing him, he was 100% serious. Varric and Isabela exchanged smiles, then Varric patted Hawke’s bicep.

“We believe you Hawke.”

“It’s not the matter of believing me, but believing in Isabela.” He turned to her. “I believe in you.”

Isabela’s face contorted in a strange mix between amused and touched, which ended up making her look extremely seasick. Fenris stifled a laugh behind his hand, turning his expression to the closest person next to him, and found himself looking at an equally humorous Anders. There was a moment when their eyes met, a moment when Fenris wasn’t feeling the usual hostility and it was just him and Anders sharing a common laugh.

Then Anders turned his head, breaking the connection. Fenris returned his gaze to the table as the conversation moved on. It seemed only minutes before Aveline said regretfully, “Well, I have the morning shift tomorrow, so I should get going.”

Isabela took one look at Merrill covering her yawn with a hand and stood. “I better get kitten home too. Don’t get into too much trouble boys. At least, not without me.”

With Hawke’s innocent, “We won’t Isabela!” sent her way, Isabela put an arm around Merrill’s shoulders, dropped money onto the table, and left with her. Following their example, Varric and Hawke put their heads together to figure out how to pay for their night in the bar (“Put it on my tab.” Was Varric’s usual reply, to Hawke trio’s indignation, which then started a one-versus-three of who would get to pay it back).

As Fenris reached into his own pocket to draw out the lone bills he had, Anders’ hand slapped in front of him, startling him. Anders withdrew his hand without another word and stalked out, leaving behind a few bills where his hand had been. It was more than enough to cover his own split bill.

“Anders-” Fenris started, but the mage was already gone. He frowned. Despite his feelings on Anders’ ideals, he recognises altruism when he sees it, in the man who chooses to sleep in his own clinic. It’s not cheap to run the service that Anders does, and for as long as Fenris has known him, he not the type to spend frivolously when he’s saving for the endless costs of the clinic.

And yet. Fenris would not deny that Anders was not the only one who had been counting pennies, so to speak. His had pride dictated that he would not accept any of the charity money offered by his friends, but there was clearly enough money for both his and Anders’ meals. How did the mage know that would he would be short for the evening?

No matter. Varric was already grudgingly accepting the Hawkes’ payment, as well as sweeping the bills off the table and into his hand. There was nothing else he could do about it, in terms of paying.

It still left an unsettling pit in his stomach.

It was only more ‘kindness’ since then, disguised as inconveniences for Anders and often riding along the coattails of excuses. ‘I needed to get rid of some of the older blankets, take this one. There’s no holes in it, at least.’ ‘A patient made a pie as a thankyou, but what do you know, I’m allergic to blueberries!’ ‘Someone kindly donated a hand-made beanie and scarf. Unfortunately, grey’s just not my colour.’

Not that Fenris hasn’t been trying to refuse them, with the keyword being ‘trying’. Being in the middle of an unusually harsh winter and dry season for jobs, it would make sense to accept the help. But just because it was logical didn’t mean that Fenris liked it very much. It felt too close to the small acts of mercy Danarius would give to him, akin to throwing a bone to a very beaten dog after a whole day of posing and remembering lines and pushing himself to exhaustion, which Fenris was ashamed to admit to have lapped up as a sign of favouritism. Delicious meals, fine clothes. He might as well have been a glorified pet with a lyrium collar back then.

When Anders dumped a pair of earmuffs on him – elongated for long tipped elven ears – Fenris finally confronted him. “Why all of this?”

Anders fixed him a confused look. “I’m very sure elven biology is enough similar to humans that they both feel the cold somewhat similarly. Unless your prickly sensibilities chose not to feel cold in the air?”

“I mean why all these...gifts.”

“...I needed someone to dump them off? Lirene only accepts cash donations and there’s only so many mismatched scarves and beanies I can own before I would have to give them away as well. Not to mention I’m trying to watch my weight, so food’s the least of my problems-”

Fenris knew stalling when he heard it. “Then cease it. I’m not a charity case, nor a project. If you feel nothing more than pity for me, then I would prefer how we were at the start.”

Hurt flashed across Anders’ face, for a moment, then it was wiped away with a frown. “This wasn’t- this isn’t a- I wasn’t doing it to try to, Maker forbid, change you Fenris. Are you a prickly bastard? Yes. Do I think that you should be a little more sympathetic to the plight of mages because they’re so similar to your own problems? Also yes. Do I still think of you as a friend? Well, I do, unless it’s not been mutual this entire time, which I guess makes me an idiot.”

Fenris knew stalling when he heard it. “Get on with it, Anders.”

“I was, I was. Look. If I was trying to change you – which I’m not! - I would put a lot more effort into shaping you into a specific person, don’t you think?”

Logic warred with suspicion. “And what if you are only bribing me?”

“That’s assuming there’s anything you can give me.”

That stung more than it should. Fenris shook his head. “Then there is no sense to keep giving me things when I have nothing to give back. I do not want to be indebted to you, and I am not yours to shape as you see fit.”

“For the last time, I’m not trying to lord this over you. But I’ll stop it if that’s what you, honest-to-Andraste, believe is the logical thing to do.”

Yes. Fenris was convinced it was.

So the gifts stopped, and with it, so did whatever little camadrie there had been. The next time they met as a group, Anders barely acknowledged him. But Fenris had meant what he said, so he forced himself to swallow the bitter taste of seeing Anders’ eyes pass over him with a neutral glance. At the one after that, Anders chose not to turn up at all, citing a busy clinic as his excuse. Fenris didn’t know if he was relieved or disappointed.

A few days of this apathy passed without fanfare, only for Hawke to pull Fenris and quietly asked if he had a fight with Anders.

“We had a discussion and cleared the air. Nothing else happened.” Fenris answered, if a bit testily.

Hawke levelled a stare at him. “Anders has been throwing himself into his work. He hasn’t been coming to the last three Wicked Grace nights, and he loves Wicked Grace. Either flu season was terrible, or you two are trying to avoid each other.”

“I am not avoiding him.”

“Yes you are. You two seemed to getting along so well with all the presents Anders was giving you.”

Fenris scowled, reminded of the reason why he was in a bad mood in the first place. Hawke continued, oblivious. “When I asked Anders, all he said was that he was giving you space. Did he do something Fenris? Should I be more worried? Were the presents themselves really that bad?”

...the meals may have been warm, but not the creations of a gourmet kitchen, and the clothes, clearly hand-me-downs despite their well-cared for appearance. “No.” Fenris said. “They were passable.”

“They must’ve sure been something if you didn’t want them anymore.”

They were hardly the rewards Danarius would shower him during the sponsorship, especially the ones Danarius gave when he was feeling more whimsical than demanding. But Danarius always had the ulterior motive of keeping Fenris docile and controlled. Anders just did it because he felt like it.

“Thank you, I suppose, for giving me something to think about it.”

Hawke clapped his shoulder, taking that as a sign that the problem was solved. “Not a problem. I’m always here if you need me.”

People to depend on. Those were rare. Maybe Fenris could do with one more.

This time, it was Fenris who was pacing in front of Anders clinic just before closing time. His earlier resolve had crumbled, and he tried in vain to gather its remains. He jumped when the front door opened, but it was only a lone dwarven couple ferrying a sleepy child out. He held the door open respectfully and stepped inside before the door swung shut.

As Fenris’ eyes adjusted to the dark, he could make out the surprise in Ander’s face from behind the receptionist desk. “Fenris?” Anders rose out of his chair, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“Really? I was under the impression that you didn’t want anything to do with me.”

“I opposed your pity gifts. The company was…less than terrible, truth be told.”

Anders narrowed his eyes at him. “Why do I feel like you’re lying.”

Anders, as much as Fenris would hate to admit, had a point – here he was, after weeks of avoiding Anders like he had the Blight, and now, trying to make contact like he wasn’t the one who cut off Anders in the first place. The mage deserved honesty.

“I am not. I needed time to make sense of what I was feeling. I am not the best at words.”

Anders tipped his head at Fenris’ statement. At least he wasn’t making a smart remark. The fact that Fenris could predict a good Anders sentence and an irritated Anders sentence was an indicator that he probably knew Anders more than he had originally thought.

“What I said back then is still true. I do not like being in the debt of others. When I was. underneath Danarius’ contract, everything I received was something that could be used against me later. I cannot just shake this suspicion for it has saved me often. But one day, I would like to know what it would be like to walk freely, without distrust in every interaction. All I ask for is time and a chance to try existing outside that sponsorship.”

Anders stared at him for a long moment. Fenris willed himself to stare back, not defiantly, but in hope that his look would convey his sincerity. Finally, Anders spoke. “I will admit, it stung when you didn’t my goodwill. But that makes sense. I may be an advocate for mage rights, but even I can admit that bastard belongs in the Deep Roads, so it’s no wonder you don’t want anything to do with him.”

That’s all Fenris wanted and hoped for. He had nothing else to mention, so he nodded and turned to the door.”

“Wait.” Anders called out. “Do you somewhere to sleep tonight?”

Fenris faltered. He hadn’t been planning very far apart from hoping Hawke would answer his door. “I was thinking of asking Hawke, if he is awake at this time.”

“It’s very, very late so he’s probably not. Do you want to stay for the night? I promise, no doing this for bragging rights.”

Just as he reasoned on the first night, there could be worst places than an undocumented doctor’s clinic to sleep in. When Fenris nodded, Anders disappeared in the back, just as he did before, however, he returned with seemingly more items in his hand than the last time – another pillow, a fuzzier blanket, and something dangling off a lanyard on his wrist. Anders dumped them on the chair nearby chair, but held onto the lanyard.

“So I went through a few days of thinking in the span of a few minutes while I was getting these – I can think fast if I have to, don’t look at me like that – and I can’t blame you for thinking like you have to be suspicious of everything. Considering what you just told me, it would be like getting mad at pounce-a-lot for taking down the Wintersend tree.

“So this time, I’m going to give you something else: a choice. Happy Wintersend.”

He held out the lanyard, finally showing the small key hanging on the end. Fenris stared at it. “I don’t understand what this is Anders.”

“It’s one of the spare keys for the clinic – one of the only three in the world, I might add. The only people who have this is me and Lirene. So know that I’m not offering this lightly. This is a...job offer, I guess? I can’t pay you anything other than food, maybe a bit of the stipend if I beg Lirene enough to spare some of the weekly change. I’m sure I can convert one of the rooms upstairs to another bedroom if you want somewhere to board as well. There’s also a contract to read over, but we can do that together. Probably with someone else if you like. Hawke?”

It was good that Fenris was already sitting on the chair. It gave him a measure of support as the full implication hit him. This was Ander’s life, the home of his hopes and dreams, a sanctuary for those who had no-where else – or those without insurance. The previous gifts did not carry the weight of that disarmingly small key, but Fenris could feel its weight off the lanyard.

“I...would need some time. Maybe. I can’t promise anything now.” Fenris said, relishing the way maybe rolled off his tongue. The choice to say so. The feeling only flared when Anders nodded his head.

“I understand. Well, the waiting room is yours until morning.” Anders disappeared to staircase, his steps echoing in the stairwell, until they too faded away. The chairs were just as uncomfortable as they had been the first time Fenris had slept in them, but as Fenris buried himself deeper in them, his mind became cotton-heavy with the incoming sleep.

The last though Fenris had before he drifted off was the speculation of working in a place like the clinic. He had no skills has a medical professional, but there had to be just as honest work there. Fenris smiled to himself. He would let Anders know his answer in the morning.

[aquilaofarkham]

fare thee well

There’s a new kind of happiness in Ratonhnhaké:ton’s life, one he never really experienced to its fullest as a younger man. It’s quiet and subtle, non-threatening. Admittedly a bit unfitting for such a prolific former assassin, but Ratonhnhaké:ton has more than earned this newfound happiness.

Still, he believes it’s unfair. How did he end up living the longest?

After living through an entire century, the legendary mentor Ratonhnhaké:ton begins to feel the effects of his old age before receiving an unexpected visitor. 

--

The days are getting longer.

Just one of many small, mundane things Ratonhnhaké:ton has taken notice of, sitting in his bed with a book in his hands while the morning sun shines into his room. It surprises him; normally people at his age forget everything and watch in passivity as the world moves forward without them. Yet his memory is sharp… perhaps a bit too sharp. A century filled with memories – good, bad, and very ugly – can overwhelm a man. No matter how much he’s endured. Some days Ratonhnhaké:ton wishes he could forget. Other days, he’s grateful to remember. 

At least he’s comfortable and above all, content. Another aspect of elderly age that shocks him. He won’t deny that his body is the weakest it’s ever been, he’s far more easily prone to exhaustion, and spends most days bedridden. But Ratonhnhaké:ton still smiles. Small ones, but others have told him how often they see him smile. More frequently than ever.

There’s a new kind of happiness in Ratonhnhaké:ton’s life, one he never really experienced to its fullest as a younger man. He feels it when his children and grandchildren spend an entire day with him, when new hopeful Homesteaders introduce themselves, and when he sees recruits from all walks of life strolling about the manor grounds. It’s quiet and subtle, non-threatening. Admittedly a bit unfitting for such a prolific former assassin, but Ratonhnhaké:ton has more than earned this newfound happiness.

Still, he believes it’s unfair. How did he end up living the longest? Laying back against the pillow, mindlessly staring out his bedroom window, Ratonhnhaké:ton feels his heart ache for those who left before him. Aveline, Eseosa, the love of his life, and so many others.

Bittersweet luck; that’s all it is.

“Raké:ni?” Ratonhnhaké:ton is brought out of his dazed state by the sound of his daughter’s voice. Io:nhióte stands in the doorway, wearing something far more casual than her master assassin robes, but still keeps her hidden blades on at all times. She’s always been Ratonhnhaké:ton’s greatest apprentice. “How are you feeling today?”

“I’m alright. Only tired.”

“Did you sleep well?” She asks, stepping into the room.

“I did, thank you.”

While Io:nhióte and her children live further inland away from the Homestead, she’s always been around to keep the brotherhood intact. Above all else, she needs to make sure it’s still standing strong. Io:nhióte hasn’t forgotten how the War of 1812 nearly destroyed everything not just for the assassins, but for her own family as well. Ratonhnhaké:ton hasn’t forgotten either.

She’s also taken it upon herself to care for a certain aging assassin. Her siblings have followed their ambitions up north, to the south, and even overseas. Io:nhióte has always preferred to stay close to home, despite enjoying that one impulsive excursion to Egypt. At age twenty, she was eager to learn more about the profession she was born into along with her own special abilities. Now into her forties, she’s content right where she is, never too far from her family.

“Kahente was asking about you again.”

“Was she?”

Io:nhióte nods. “She won’t stop talking about you. ‘How is Rakhsó’tha? When can we visit him again? Can we make something to help him feel better?’”

“Is she still so worried for me?”

“She adores you more than anything. Can you blame her?” Io:nhióte tries to keep her tone light, even though she shares her youngest daughter’s concerns. She’s been aware of how Ratonhnhaké:ton’s age has been affecting his physical well-being. Aware, but not overly worried. That is until one incident that occurred earlier in the month. Something Io:nhióte cannot let go of, and doesn’t want to.

It began as an average day spent with the girls’ Rakhsó’tha, nothing out of the ordinary. They were in the manor kitchen, baking their favourite fruit pastries. The tables were stained with juices from blueberries, strawberries, and blackberries while the floor was covered in flour. Ratonhnhaké:ton barely noticed the mess. He was far more focused on his granddaughters. Their smiles and laughter, whether big and loud or small and quiet, have sparked so much joy into his later years.

They never finished their pastries. Ratonhnhaké:ton felt fine, a little worn out and delayed in his movements and speech, nothing serious. Then his vision went out of focus while a growing dizziness, something he was becoming more and more familiar with each day, reared its ugly head. Ratonhnhaké:ton held onto the table edge as his knees shook with every ragged breath.

“What’s wrong, Rakhsó’tha?” Kahente asked in a meek voice, shyly tugging on his sleeve. Ratonhnhaké:ton tried to force a smile just for her and her sisters, who had to stop in the middle of their baking as well.

“Nothing, little one. Nothing. I… do…” He wanted to say, “I am fine”. Followed with, “do not worry for me”. Before he could, his legs, arms, and mind suddenly lost all strength. When he opened his eyes, Ratonhnhaké:ton found himself in bed surrounded by the anxious and upset faces of his family plus a few close Homesteaders. Pain ran all along the left side of his body, the worst being on his hip, arm, and head. He knew what had just happened to him.

“I…” He stammered, still regaining consciousness. “I am sorry… for causing this distress,” was all Ratonhnhaké:ton could say. Io:nhióte was the first to exclaim how there was no need to apologize and for him, there never will be but Ratonhnhaké:ton felt far too drained to respond. All he wanted was to rest but when he looked into the tearful, confused eyes of his granddaughters, he couldn’t help but place the blame back onto himself.

Io:nhióte still regrets her outburst, despite it being out of love and concern. In the short weeks following that incident, she’s told herself to remain strong, composed. She and her father have both faced worse in the past. But when Kahente came to her, asking if Rakhsó’tha was going to leave them, Io:nhióte could no longer hold back. She embraced her daughter and let her own tears flow. Their strength would return soon enough.

“Io:nhióte?” Ratonhnhaké:ton asks while she’s in the middle of fixing his bedsheets. Io:nhióte stops and turns to her father with a soft, inquisitive expression.

“What is it, Raké:ni? What do you need?”

Long, thoughtful silence passes between the two of them before Ratonhnhaké:ton speaks again. “I would like to be outside. Can you help me?”

“Of course I can.” Io:nhiòte replies. This is good, she tells herself. Fresh air will do wonders for him. “Where would you like to go?”

“The cliff behind the manor overlooking the cove.”

His answer doesn’t surprise Io:nhiòte. That particular area has become Ratonhnhaké:ton’s favourite place to go whenever he needs some peace. Where he can be with his own thoughts, his own memories, for as long as he pleases while a soft breeze blows all around him. Io:nhiòte thinks there’s something else, something deeper that still draws her father to that cliff. Yet every time she questions him, Ratonhnhaké:ton always gives her two things: a sad smile and vague response that answers nothing.

Ratonhnhaké:ton gets out of bed slowly, carefully, but all on his own, using only his cane as a means of support. However, he still needs Io:nhiòte. She offers him her arm and after taking it, they walk down the stairs side by side. Io:nhiòte remains more than patient as they make it outside, greeting the day. The manor grounds are quiet as is the ever peaceful cliff that Ratonhnhaké:ton holds dear. He shows Io:nhiòte where he would like to be taken to and in turn she guides him towards a large boulder jutting out of the earth, perfectly placed in front of the vast seascape.

“Is there anything else you need, Raké:ni?” She asks after helping him sit down. Ratonhnhaké:ton takes a moment to catch his breath, mulling over her question.

“Nothing else,” he answers with a genuine smile. “Niawenhkó:wa. I… I need to spend some time with myself. Is that alright?”

Io:nhiòte pauses as she stands up straight. She’s hesitant and rightly so. There’s the insidious thought of what might happen if he’s left alone. But Io:nhiòte can’t say no to such a simple yet needful request. Even if it makes her heart hurt and her stomach twist with anxiety.

“Okay,” she says with a hint of reluctance. She tries to alleviate any melancholic tension by kissing the top of Ratonhnhaké:ton’s head. “I will be back before noon.”

“Io:nhiòte… Konnorónhkhwa.”

“Konnorónhkhwa ó:ni, Raké:ni.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton watches as she heads back towards the manor until he loses sight of her. He closes his eyes, both hands on his cane, and breaths in deeply. It’s gotten harder; sometimes his exhales will come out as quiet, weak gasps. But he tries to overcome it. Like every obstacle in his long life, he tries. Yet even the smallest effort becomes a hurdle unto itself and Ratonhnhaké:ton is so tired. Always so tired...

With every blink, his eyes grow heavier and heavier. Before he can close them, he feels a certain presence coming closer. Has Io:nhiòte returned already? He looks around, lost and a little confused, until his visitor reveals themselves to him.

Understandably, Ratonhnhaké:ton believes he’s fallen asleep and is dreaming. Or that he’s been sitting out in the sunlight for too long and this handsome man with dark eyes and brown skin wearing ancient robes and armor is some sort of hallucination. He’s not troubled by the vision; instead he feels oddly comforted. Like reuniting with an old friend after too many years of separation.

“I…” Ratonhnhaké:ton struggles to find the right greeting before giving up. “Forgive me, I… I am not sure what to say.”

The vision gives him a gentle smile as he takes Ratonhnhaké:ton’s hand in his own. It feels so real. Is it real? He wears himself out just thinking about it. “There is nothing to be forgiven.” Ratonhhaké:ton stares down at their clasped hands, young against old, before the man speaks again.

“I’d like for you to join our brotherhood. Your friends and loved ones are there and they have been waiting for you.”

Brotherhood? Friends and loved ones... Something shifts within Ratonhnhaké:ton’s mind; a revelation as to why he sees a legendary yet long dead assassin sitting beside him. Why he has just asked the aging mentor to join him.

Once again, Ratonhnhaké:ton is at a loss for words. Of course he knew this day was going to come eventually. He knew since he was a child. He’s had so long to prepare for it, thinking it would arrive much, much sooner in his life. Yet he can’t follow the vision just yet.

“Am I ready?”

“You are more than ready.”

“Do you appear in this manner to everyone?”

“Only to those I like the most.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton sighs as he strains to maintain his seated position on the boulder. The other assassin’s expression grows concerned. “Do you feel any pain?”

“... no.” For the first time in who knows how many years, Ratonhnhaké:ton feels no pain. Throughout his life, the prospect of death had always been violent. Destructive. Never peaceful and never comforting. Until now.

“You have suffered so much and never deserved it. Now you must rest.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton couldn’t agree more. But then another worrisome thought comes to him. He cautiously turns around and looks up at the manor. His family, his friends, and his own brotherhood – can he bring himself to leave them at a time like this?

“Do not worry about them,” the vision speaks. “They are strong, like you. They will carry on your legacy.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton scoffs. “I am not strong. Not right now.”

The assassin brushes a few loose strands of hair from his face before cupping the old mentor’s cheek in his palm. “You have always been strong, especially right now.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton doesn’t want to argue with an ancient ghost but nevertheless, he appreciates his kind words. Just as he begins to lose his grip on his cane, the assassin helps him off the boulder and onto the soft grass. His breathing is frighteningly slow, as is his heartbeat. He lies down on his side as the world turns into a blur with every blink.

They will carry on your legacy. For a moment, Ratonhnhaké:ton wishes he could witness that legacy. He then realizes something important – he already has. He’s watched his legacy grow for decades, aiding and guiding it. He has no doubt that it will become stronger despite his absence. It will do great things in the next few years, perhaps even centuries to come.

With one final tired smile, Ratonhnhaké:ton closes his eyes.

[gaydragonwizards]

20 questions

Tagged by: @aveline-the-dragon-slayer

Rules: answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better. Name: Caspian Nickname: I’ve got a few that people have used for me, including Dragons and Squid (context: my url on my old blog was wehavedragonsonberk for a while, and then my gamertag is SandSquid16) Zodiac sign: Taurus Height: 5'9″ Orientation: Bi with a strong leaning towards guys Ethnicity: I’m white af XD Favourite fruit: Blueberries or blackberries Favourite season: Autumn Favourite book series: Harry Potter, hands down. I also love Narnia Favourite flower: Either calla lilies or roses. Favourite scent: Apple cinnamon anything Favourite colour: Red and black, or purple Favourite animals: As far as real animals go, probably owls. For fictional, I’d have to say dragons.  Coffee, tea or cocoa: Tea, though I am struggling to find a flavor that I like for tea that you’re supposed to drink hot Average sleep hours: Honestly it’s all over the place, but probably like... six Cat or dog person: I love both too much to pick Favourite fictional characters: It’s super hard for me to pick just one, or even a few, but I’m going to try anyway. Anders (Dragon Age), Neville Longbottom, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter), and Edmund Pevensie (Narnia) Number of blankets you sleep with: Usually just one, unless it’s cold as fuck during the winter. Dream trip: Honestly I just want to go on a roadtrip with my boyfriend. Blog created: My original blog I created in like.... July 2013. This one I created in February 2017. Number of followers: 14

I tag: @magnificentnorth @potterheadqueenie and anyone else who wants to do this! (You guys aren’t required to do this, obviously)

[kurayami-no-menba]

I already fail whenever I get to a new class and get the "tell 3 fun facts abt yourself!" But hhhhhh okie I'll try-

I uhm...like my eyes

I like my weird ability to create walls of texts when I have to do write them. (Thx life for giving me at least this-)

Uhh...I am thankful that I can help people out

I like my sense of humor

...help me I can't find anything for 5-

I'm tagging: @hiding-hellifire @darling-aveline @the-silver-blueberry @ironic-ken @snowdragon06

Howdy there! If you're reading this, now you have to reblog and say 5-10- 15 things that you like about yourself or grateful about! 💕💕💕 Tag other people!~ I'll go first!

1. I like my ability to create art

2. I adore myself loving all kinds if art

3. I like my pretty blue eyes!

4. I like my pink lips

5. I love all the friends i have

6. I like my writing style!

7. I like my hair (especially when its super soft!) >w<

8. I love and am blessed with the family I have

9. I like how i am named after a pretty flower!

10. I love everybody i have been blessed to meet and see on here!

I'm tagging; @protective-mama-peachy @ironic-ken @gummybearartstudio @the-blindwatcher @random-cat @everybody

[glowyelfboyfriend]

Zevran and/or Aveline for the ask thing

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school?

Aveline doesnt strike me as a naturally book-smart person, but I can see her being very studious and working hard in the subjects she would need for her choosen career. I think she would lean towards social studies and history and maths, anything thats more subjective or artistic would be more difficult I imagine. That being said I think she would have good marks in most subjects.

V: What’s the easiest way to annoy them?

Oh man well its EASY to annoy Aveline. Immaturity and inappropriate banter is obvious some of the easiest stuff, Aveline is quite serious. I can see her getting really annoyed with her friends wasting her time or energy on things that are overblown or faked or whatever. She’s the mom. She gets annoyed by her kids sometimes.

E: How are they with children?

Oh. Man.

Ok so out of the DA2 crew she is the one I can easily see having kids. But I totally see her being a fussy and sometimes hovering worried parent. While she with her friends is very no-nonsense and eye rolling I can see her being super nuturing and sweet with a child. I think random kids catch her off guard and she wants to be really good with them cause goddamn she wants to be a good mom, but would be intimidated like “how do I do this” and it would be like the flirting with Donnic levels of awkward. But if she had a kid of her own I think she would slip into it easier.

L: What is their favourite board game?

Aveline would like easy to pick up games that involve strategy and skill. I uh... its early so I cant really think of any but I know they exist. Like that one with the dice. Idk.  

I: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves?

My first instinct on this is “there is always room for improvement”. Aveline would rate herself somewhere around a 7 with a shrug and say that thing. Half because shes intending to work hard to improve herself overall, and half to cover up her insecurities about things that she doesnt want to broadcast to everyone.

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast?

Aveline is defs someone who wakes up at 5am, bathes and does an excerise and cooks a full breakfast to eat. I think what she eats would change with the seasons and such, and would change once shes living with Donnic, but I think she’d be a toast and eggs/bacon girl for sure. I can see her occasionally opting for a flapjack and some blueberries or oatmeal with apple slices maybe.

BONUS What are their hands like?

Aveline’s hands are not special at a glance. Average, but perhaps broader than you would assume a woman’s to be. At a closer look they are lined, dry, discolored by bruises and calluses that are years old. Her nails are broken, ragged and one is an off colour. The veins show in the back of her hands and when she makes a fist you can see the muscles flex. When the hand is brought up for an arm wrestle you can sense the history and training in the palm stretched challengingly towards you.

Aveline’s hands twist in her lap worriedly, tap against the table impatiently, they soothe over the back of a guard recruit who has just experienced his first loss. They smell of affordable lotions made from elfroot, used to ease the sore skin and muscles, and they smell of armor polish and fresh baked bread. Her hands are generous and loving but shy and awkward, all at once. And yet, her hands seem just as comfortable embraced with her lover’s as they do holding a blade.

[jasmine-olivia-02-blog]

°○·☆; kyla as sailor mercury by pearliemoon featuring a black chalkboard ❤ liked on Polyvore

Oversized hoodie, £21 / Puma white off shoulder top, £100 / River Island high-waisted denim shorts / Fila flared skirt, £35 / Kate Spade high heeled footwear, £215 / Stackable ring, £29 / Vintage hair accessory / Napoleon Perdis pencil eyeliner, £14 / Bobbi Brown Cosmetics toiletry kit, £5.73 / Pelle body cleanser, £3.58 / Urban Decay beauty product / Black chalkboard / Tesco Blueberry Class I 225G - Groceries - Tesco Groceries / Assouline Chanel by François Baudot and François Aveline set of three...

[thedas-fat-emporium]

Second breakfast involves fresh blueberry muffins some french toast but plenty of syrup and sugar powdered sugar as well as four pigs worth of bacon ma'am

"That sounds delicious. I look forward to it. I'm so glad I hired you and your chefs. Thank you." Aveline smiled at her butler and continued to scoff down her first portion of breakfast. This Would be a day's worth of food for most, but it was merely a snack for the huge woman.