#but yay more fenris!

[lunarharp]

placeholder images for my blog for when i draw about dragon age veilguarddd. probably

[trevisos]

fenris is so fucking goofy bc he’ll go ranting and raving like “mages all suck forever they’re all evil they’re the worst” and then he pauses for a sec and looks at mage hawke and goes “well except you. you’re fine. :)”

[acourtofquestions]

KINGDOM OF ASH SPOILERS (up to chapter 10)!!! (I think you both have read this but if not ignore this tag!) @iwantavaldezinator @endlessdaydream

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NOX NOX NOX NOX NOX OWENS NOX ITS NOX NOX OWENS OH MY WORD ITS NOX

The fact every act of kindness every small way Aelin helped the world is coming full circle to save it😭 the way we’re getting full circle come back moments for EVERYONE WOW

Also wait Aedion just said he would’ve had to fly, AND confirmed he’s from Terrasen… is he another fae bird boy? OH THIS JUST GOT MORE INTERESTING

I can’t wait for Aelin to reuinite with everyone for Yrene to realize it’s her, same for Nox, for her to see them again

AHHHHHHHHHH

I was not expecting that and I needed it so much after the last 2 chapters… so that’s all… just another great Maasverse entrance I had to squeal about esp. with you two cause YOU GET IT… gonna go read the rest of the chapter now😂🫶😆

[erisvansserra]

Bruised Pride | Fenrys x Reader

Summary:- Fenrys tries to show off during training but Rowan uses his peacocking to put him on his ass. Then an embarrassed Fenrys has to be mended by Y/N

A/N:- this was a request!! yay me!! I really liked this idea and thought it would be cute to see Fen not as smug and cocky as usual.

Warnings:- none, some small fluff though

She leaned against the warm cobblestone fence, her face lifted to the sky as she soaked in the last few rays of afternoon sun. It would have been peaceful if not for the grunts and yelps of the cadre's afternoon training.

"Move your feet more, boyo!"

"You're too stiff!"

"Can you look at what you're doing?"

Rowan tutted, correcting Fenrys's form for the umpteenth time that hour.

Opening one eye slightly, she glanced towards the high fae males. Rowan and Fenrys had discarded their shirts hours ago under the hot summer sun, their skin slick with sweat as they moved gracefully. Gavriel leaned against a tree nearby, watching his fellow warriors train. She observed as Rowan corrected Fenrys again, using the tip of his sword to adjust the young wolf's stance.

Fenrys caught her gaze and flashed a charming smile that made her close her eyes reflexively. She didn't mind Fenrys; he was annoying and arrogant, but fundamentally a good male. What bothered her was how effortlessly he could coax a blush from her every time they interacted. Lost in the moment, she enjoyed the summer sun, the chirping birds, and the feel of grass between her fingers. Her mind wandered to what lay ahead for her and this new court.

Her peace was shattered by a grunt and the sound of a body hitting the ground.

Looking up, she saw Rowan standing over Fenrys, arms crossed, his expression unreadable as the young wolf clutched his stomach.

"Is he okay?" she asked, rising and walking over, joining Gavriel beside Rowan as they peered down at Fenrys.

"I'm... fine," Fenrys managed between sharp breaths, trying to compose himself. She raised an eyebrow, turning to Rowan for an explanation.

"He was distracted," Rowan grunted, then turned and walked away towards the castle, leaving her confused and frustrated. Fenrys rolled onto his back, muttering, "He isn't very fun to train with," as he slowly got to his feet.

"I think he's bruised your ribs," she noted, observing his careful movements. Though he usually towered over her, he was now slightly hunched, one hand gingerly holding his side. Her gaze flicked to his face, where a small cut had appeared just above his eyebrow.

"I don't think that's all he bruised," Gavriel quipped, helping Fenrys steady himself. The white wolf growled softly in response, his lip curling before pain washed over him again.

"Come on, Fen, let's get you inside," she said gently, wrapping an arm around his waist while he leaned on her shoulder. They made their way to his room, where she settled him onto his bed. "Where do you keep your bandages?" she asked casually, beginning to search through drawers and cupboards.

He nodded his head towards the bathing chamber, she walked into the large space, taking in the marble green floor and the black bathtub. She could stand here and admire how beautiful the architecture was all day, but she quickly shook her head and continued searching.

Sitting beside him on the bed, she examined the cut on his head.

"It's healed already," he remarked, running his thumb over the now-closed wound.

"And how are your ribs?" she inquired, lifting his shirt slightly. He winced as the fabric brushed against the tender bruise on his side. She sucked in a breath. "I think you need ice."

He hummed in agreement, lowering his shirt to conceal the bruise and his warm, tanned skin.

"I've seen you train before... how did this happen?" she asked curiously.

He considered her question, weighing different responses that wouldn't make him sound like a love-struck puppy. "I asked Rowan to submit to me so I could... impress you," he admitted with a blush creeping onto his face. "But he felt the need to knock some sense into me instead," he added, attempting to sound lighthearted.

Her blush mirrored his own as she gently brushed his hair away from his eyes. "How about I get you that ice and we just... forget I saw anything?" she offered with a small smile, a mutual understanding passing between them never to mention this again.

"Thanks, y/n," he said, briefly squeezing her hand.

She spent the rest of the afternoon with Fenrys in his room, chatting about their lives before the war and comparing them to the easy lives they now led, replacing ice packs on his ribs as needed. By nightfall, he could sit up without wincing, his golden hair cascading over his broad shoulders as he looked down at her.

Their eyes met briefly before she felt butterflies in her stomach, prompting her to stand up from the bed. "I'll go fetch dinner," she said quickly, but his firm grip on her arm stopped her. Looking back at him, she heard him say softly, "You've done enough," as he gently pulled her back onto the bed.

She smiled and settled back beside him, spending the rest of the night at his side as per his request, talking and laughing until the moon hung high in the sky.

[privatebooth]

The epic battle with the Arishok!

Didn't think I could pull it off, but what do you know!

The world will never know just how much of... everything was put into this :')

Anyway, the duel. Sometimes you just need someone to cheer for you, so Hawke gets his little cheerleading squad! I usually take these guys with me here. Obviously, they couldn't really do much, but at least Hawke had their emotional support.

Fenris remained calm because of course he would. He must have a lot of faith in Hawke to put him forward to fight the effing Arishok! (I use the mod that makes it so he always arranges the duel - even if Isabela comes back. So happy it exists! Without it I only managed to hear this dialogue once - on my very first PT when Isabela left me for real. Got a lot less fun without her, but damn did it make this fight incomparably more epic! That one time we really fought for the entire city, and not just one friend.) Of course Fenris worries, he just really believes in Hawke this much)

Aveline had to accept her helplessness and also trust and rely on Hawke. Bear with it, girl!

Isabela was not thrilled about someone fighting for her, so she's very displeased and not hiding it.

Varric is the most openly worried one here because he's a sweetheart and gives his all to root for his buddy <3

And then Hawke gets stabbed and held up on a blade like a piece of meat and everyone looses their shit, because why the heck wouldn't they?!

With how the Arishok ran his sword through him I'm still not sure how Hawke survived at all. Isabela freaks out because it's all her fault.

Must have been very painful for all of them to stay put while Hawke took a brutal beating, and I'm sure they were all itching to rush to his aid. But no.

Thankfully, Hawke somehow managed to get up and patched himself up. Yay! The city is saved!

I'm a tiny bit bummed that the base difficulty of this fight was significantly lowered down by patches. The first time I played it... It all happened so suddenly I was not prepared at all! Didn't have nearly enough potions, was slow to notice that my foe was immune to fire, and kept wasting mana on useless spells... Running in circles to recharge... and to not die because I did run out of potions at some point. And I really didn't want to replay the game...

Oh, but we couldn't die there: the entire city was at stake!

Just... What an experience! Nothing could possibly compare to it EVER.

Next

[mariaofdoranelle]

Catastrophic Blues

Written for @sjmromanceweek

Prompt: Favorite tropes (exes to lovers yay!)

I wrote most of this oneshot a year ago, and I never posted because it’s so sad, and also it’s the only time I fully trauma dumped on my fics. Anyway. Enjoy this thing that was based on one of the most pathetic days of my life lol

Warnings: none?

Words: 2,2k

The low lighting the uber had at night only called more attention to the cold, churning mess that was Aelin’s stomach. It was the lack of something to focus on when what she needs right now is sensory overload. The smell of alcohol, loud music, strobe lights.

Aelin wanted to focus on anything that wasn’t her destination—or who she’d meet there.

It was fine. She was fine.

It was Fenrys' birthday. The cheeriest of Aelin's cheery friends. Aelin definitely couldn't miss his birthday. Today was about Fenrys, and not the ex-boyfriend who was also invited.

But Aelin was fine. It wasn't a big deal. It’d been more than a month since they broke up, and Rowan even texted her asking if she’d be comfortable if he brought his new girl tonight.

How considerate of him.

But Aelin agreed, with no regrets. The only thing she regretted was merging her group of friends with her ex-boyfriend when they were dating. That was something she’d keep in mind for the next time she met someone.

Out of the car and in front of the bar, Aelin let the cool summer breeze wash her nerves away. He was probably in there already, always on time. She knew this would eventually happen when they broke up and decided to stay friends for the sake of the gang. There was no need for her to freak out—good thing she wasn't. And if she acted weirdly today, what would Rowan do a month from now?

The crowded place was booming with laughter and drunken yells, busy waiters running around the place, barely paying attention to the graceless group of friends singing Bohemian Rhapsody at karaoke.

A large hand gripped her waist, turning her towards the source, and Aelin met a smiling pair of onyx eyes.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

“Fen!” She hugged her friend and handed him his present, wishing him a happy birthday.

“Everyone’s at a big table back there, and…” Fenrys trailed, trying to read something on Aelin’s expression. Whatever words he was about to say died in his throat.

Aelin crossed her arms. “Spill.”

He shrugged. “You’re hotter than her.”

Lyria, he meant. And Aelin agreed, she was definitely hotter. It wasn’t hard to find Rowan’s new girl on Instagram after she commented a red heart on his last picture like a dog peeing on the comment section for territory. She found out about it even before he told her himself.

Aelin narrowed her eyes at Fen. “I’m over him.”

He shrugged. “Just thought you’d like to hear it.”

Her smirk was met with a similar one from Fenrys. He knows her too well.

Then Aelin shook her head, chastising herself for such thoughts. She was the one to end things, due to her… distressing circumstances. She had no right to shame Rowan for settling for a less hot person.

It’s not like she cared, anyway.

Stepping onto the back of the bar, Aelin quickly spotted the table and greeted everyone—including the lovebirds.

Rowan was stiff like a robot, and Lyria was polite. Bland. Guess he lied when he said he liked Aelin’s fiery personality and the way they clashed, since his new girlfriend is the total opposite. He’d probably still be his dutiful self to her in a month, and Aelin would be in Suria with rows of men—or vodka, most likely—lying at her feet.

She sat beside Elide and ordered a non-alcoholic beer—the doctor had cleared her to drink alcohol with moderation by now, but she didn’t want to risk it. Connall decided to restart whatever work gossip he was telling to keep Aelin in the loop.

She was paying attention, or at least she was trying to, but—why did Rowan shave off his beard? God, she loved his jawline. How it looked so firm by far, but felt so soft under her lips and teeth. Aelin could still remember how his beard tickled against her skin when he decided to grow it, or even better, the feeling of it against her thighs when he--

"Ace, are you alright?" Elide whispered in her ear, "You look a little lost."

Aelin blinked, trying to focus on her friends. Apart from Ellie, no one noticed she'd zoned out. Looking back at her friend, Aelin nodded, a small smile on her lips.

Her friend arched one eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

Rolling her eyes, Aelin chuckled. "Of course."

Looking back at everyone, she caught Rowan’s eyes on her. Busted, the only thing left for him to do was send her a small, close-lipped smile and tip his head to the Heineken 0.0% she clutched. Aelin raised it and took a long swig, letting the bitter beverage go down throat, the feeling so close to the real thing.

He feels proud of her growth. Not a big deal when he keeps a perky brunette under his arm.

But she knew this feeling was just an initial clash of their lives apart. Aelin was fine, she truly was. Her feelings towards Rowan would never be the same she had to a regular friend, because the nature of their memories together was different. Erasing their history was impossible, so it was either fully leave or learn how to live in the shadows of what they used to be.

This hollowness she felt in her chest was just an initial shock, an adjustment. Aelin wasn't the only person in the world to lose the love of her life, and some of them even did great after that, with their second-best significant ones.

No one can keep every good thing that happens in their life forever. Even if said good best thing is right there, standing in front of you.

Actually, she was wrong. Aelin did keep Rowan in her life. As a friend. Which was enough, and just what she needed.

“…Right, Ace?”

Aelin blinked, being dragged out of her thoughts back into the conversation. “Excuse me?”

Elide sighed. “The birthday cake, Fenrys got it from Emrys’. Isn’t that the place you recommended to him?”

“Oh.” Aelin blinked. “Yes. Absolutely, yes. They’re the best.”

Ellie gave her a quick look that was hard to decipher, but maybe it was time for Aelin to pay attention.

And pay attention she did. She leaned on the table and held her chin under her palm. Turns out the owners of Emrys’ are regulars at the motel Fenrys works at. Disgusting news to hear, and Connall agreed with her unshared thoughts. Fenrys accused his brother of being homophobic, since they’re talking about a gay couple. Connall retorted, saying that he can’t be homophobic if he’s gay, and it’s not prejudice if he hates everyone equally.

The twins bickered on and on. Rowan watched them as if it was a tennis match, with undiluted attention, while Lyria seemed endlessly amused by it.

Aelin wished she had stayed home.

But she came here for Fenrys, and for Fenrys she stayed. And stayed and stayed and stayed until that fucking song started playing. For Mala’s sake, today was not her day.

Aelin looked around, trying not to be too obvious that she was looking at them. Trying not to look too much or too little.

He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on my heart.

Rowan took Lyria's hand and held it against his chest.

Just like he used to do with her.

Aelin swallowed, her chest shrinking. She was going to be sick.

She excused herself and got up, walking to another section of the bar near the restrooms where she couldn't be seen from the table, and leaned against the wall, closing her eyes.

Breathe in.

She could still feel the shape of Rowan’s lips against hers.

Breathe out.

She could still feel the weight of his body above hers.

Breathe in.

She could still feel his calloused hands caressing her bare back in bed.

Breathe out.

Her heart was beating just as much as on the day she finally got the courage to cuddle him after sex, almost two years ago. When she first rested her head on the crook of his neck, Aelin scented her favorite version of Rowan’s smell because it was completely ingrained with hers. And she did it again. And again. And again. Her hand could trace the shape of him even that long after the last time they were together. She hated how much she'd cling to those small details, and she hated even more that she cared about this. Because she did. Aelin would barely admit it to herself, but of course she did.

She took a deep breath, ignored her quivering stomach and schooled herself, walking to the bar's counter.

The man next to her leaned on the counter so much he was half laid in it, but he still managed to turn his piercing blue eyes at Aelin and smile.

"Can’t find a bartender," he complained, his speech slurred. "I need a beer."

Aelin chuckled, leaning her forearms on the surface too. "And I need water."

He raised his head a little. "I'm Dorian."

"Aelin." She looked at him up and down, from the fumbled hair to the rumpled clothes and untied shoes. “Are you sure the bartenders aren’t bartending you on purpose?”

“I’m sure they are.”

“Huh.” Aelin scanned the liquor selection, tempted. She really was doing better with this new medication, and Dr. Hafiza cleared her for an occasional drink. She could definitely use a drink now. Instead, she tilted her head at Dorian and said, “Did you lose a puppy or something? Or this is just your usual Friday night?”

He ran a hand through his hair and grinned at her, so confident it reminded her of Fenrys. "My answer depends on whether you're giving me your number or not."

Aelin snorted. She thought of how satisfying it would be to watch Rowan watch her leave the bar with someone else, but a drunk wouldn't do. Besides, this wasn't a competition. Aelin had already lost.

"Not a chance. Spill."

He sighed and slumped again on the countertop, hitting his head against it.

"My situationship doesn't see me as dating material."

Aelin grimaced. "That sucks"

He waved a hand, dismissing her pity. "You?"

Her mind went back to a year ago, how he stood by her side, red-rimmed green eyes when Aelin became a shell of herself. How his anxiety skyrocketed when hers did too. How well he was doing now that she wasn't his problem anymore.

A bitter chuckle left her lips. "My sadness is contagious."

Dorian rolled his eyes. “I just bared my soul to you, and this is what you tell me?”

“You did not!”

“I’m gonna get another drink if you don’t entertain me.”

“Is this a threat?”

“Absolutely, yes.”

Aelin sighed, looking up while she gathered her thoughts. “I broke up with my boyfriend.”

“Obviously.”

“Because I was bringing him down. No drama. We decided to not break up our group of friends.”

“No drama, you said?”

“He’s with his new girlfriend at the back of the bar and all my friends are schmoozing with her now.”

“I sense drama.”

“And we have a trip booked for next month we didn’t discuss.”

“Paid it all before the breakup, huh?”

Aelin nodded and ordered two waters before they traded stories about their pathetic love lives. She didn’t know how long they stayed there, neither if she liked Dorian or just this escape from the table from hell, but being here was a respite.

They were about six Tinder horror stories in when a hand landed on Aelin’s shoulder, making her jump, heart racing with surprise.

Rowan stood beside her with his trademark frown. “It’s been a while since you left the table.”

“Yup.” What was she supposed to say?

He jutted his chin towards Dorian. “Is he bothering you?”

“Not at all.” She squared her shoulders, trying to find a light way to describe their pity party. “This is Dorian. I’m getting funny dating stories out of him before I call an uber and send him back to his world of heartless women and tawdry men.”

“I see,” he trailed, eyes trained on them, and took a step back. “Okay. I have to go back there, but if you—“

“I know.” She waved him off. He needed to be at the table and be a good boyfriend to someone else, she got it.

Aelin was fully aware that her mind was going on a petty path, but she couldn’t help it. Yes, Lyria was nice. Yes, Lyria had been nothing but polite to her the entire night. The only problem was that Lyria was dating the wrong person. Or the perfect one, if Aelin wanted to address her issues more directly.

She banged her head against the disgusting counter, resting there to contemplate this rare moment of self-pity.

Aelin dug her own grave.

Dorian had his eyebrows raised. “Damn, he’s hot.”

“And thoughtful.”

“I wasn’t thinking about his thoughtfulness when he murdered me with his eyes.”

“He did not.”

“He did. And you know why.”

“I do not.” Aelin sipped her water. “Anyway, what happened to the guy who was cheating on his wife with you?”

Dorian’s eyes sparkled with the memory of this unfinished divorce story, and she was thankful to get the spotlight of the conversation away from her.

Unlike Aelin, Rowan had his shit together and was happy. She wouldn't—actually, she couldn't—disturb this little peace he found after she cut him off.

Her selfishness only went so far.

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[cadaveerie]

the things i'm the most and least excited about for Dragon Age: The Veilguard!

includes DATV spoilers from the trailers and articles

i might continuously edit this post until the game actually launches as we receive new info!

all of these have been confirmed by the devs, except for those in which i clarify the opposite (ie: those that i write with a "possibly", which have probably been only suggested). if you want the source for any of these specifically let me know!

and a big shoutout to felassan for answering my question, because i started wondering if i just made up the 'pause during cutscene' thing, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out where I'd heard that lol

anyway, here it is!

GENERAL

no EA app or online mode/internet to play the game

pause during cutscenes

interruptible and resumable banter

no micro-transactions

CC

the character creator!!! - more diverse bodies, better (and darker. and better dark) skin tones and afro-textured hair!

change of voice pitch for Rook!

trans Rook! they/them Rook! and the ability to express that in-game!

b-bulge slider.......? t-tittie slider?????

different lighting options in character creator :]

in-game name suggestions for rook :]

nudity :D:D:D SEXOOO

PURPLE ROOK!!!!! (sarcastic/charming, like hawke. im gonna be insufferable to solas specifically)

CHARACTERS

"not that skeleton, but we're not saying no skeletons" as an answer to whether we can romance manfred (..... the fuck. idk what that means but... im game)

bi/pan romanceable companions! - it makes me happy, especially as someone non-binary and genderfluid. i'll die on this hill

paraphrasing: “the most romantic game yet”..... mmmm… yes….

the companions overall... i rly like both the designs and what we know of them

"are there companions gifts again" John: "(...) you very well might find things in the world that certain companions would appreciate!"

John: "Not going to get into specifics on interactables, but there is more to do in the Lighthouse than conversations with companions. The Lighthouse does have a kitchen, and your companions acknowledge it/use it both narratively and ambiently. Some maybe better than others."

more focus and intentionality on the companions' stories and relationships! yay!

inquisitor presence :D

maybe solas and inky? - not confirmed that they'll interact, but pleaaaase let them. no matter if it's a romance, friendship or hateful relationship, i need to see a reunion

the relationship between solas and rook! - from what they'd said it looks like they're gonna have a fun dynamic!!! i hope that it's kind of a bad relationship but that at some points there can be some appreciation, or respect. i think they said that it could be change, depending on you

cameos!!! - we know there will be some. confirmed morrigan cameo! my bets for others are on dorian (and mae), fenris (copium), zevran (copiumx2). and maybe these are reaches but... perhaps cassandra? leliana? illario? alistair? sten? either way im looking forward to it!

700 characters (wtf)

140,000 lines of dialogue (wtf x2. almost double of Inquisition's (80,000))

DREADWOLF WOLF FORM! DREADWOLF WOLF FORM!!! *scratches his belly*

LORE

visiting places we have never seen before like Tevinter, Antiva, Anderfels, Nevarra, Rivain, etc

more thedas deep lore!!! - elven gods! and this hasn't been confirmed, but since we'll go there... will there be tevinter lore? anderfels lore? rivain lore? antivan lore? titans lore (my theory is because of Harding)!?

GRAPHICS and CUSTOMIZATION

possibly a camera mode

beautiful textures!

beautiful landscape!

very nice hair physics! (big improvement)

gear customization + transmog

enable/disable helmets for cutscenes

COMBAT

I rly like the subclasses… they feel so…. gothic

combat looks more dynamic overall!

combos with the companions!

finisher animations!

mages can move while attacking apparently?

and they^ can use staffs, daggers and orbs :0

parry + shield toss :0

and i'm just excited to see how it actually feels while playing and how everything progresses!

things I'm kinda sad/disappointed about. just a little

only can bring two companions along (probably a 3 party total?)

probably no trans, they/them or they/x companions? :( (im assuming there will be characters that are trans (mae) and go by them/them or multiple pronouns, but i mean companions specifically)

only 7 companions. i was a little disappointed at first but tbh im fine w it now haha

they haven't talked about rook as a character much so im a little worried about that, their personal journey, their dialogue etc :')

that rook doesn't seem to have different beginnings depending on his origin :( not a huge deal but tbh i loved that about origins

can't choose multiple pronouns :( perhaps it's possible? they've explicitly said that you can go by he, she or they, but i don't think that implies multiple at the same time. it can't be that hard to program it so that it randomly changes between two or more pronouns, right? idk about game development so i dont actually know, sorry if i'm ignorant

this is suuuper nitpicky but in relation to the graphics.. i kinda wish the skins looked slightly.. different? idk how to put it, but they look kind of smooth? maybe too much? i just wish they had a little bit more texture, it kinda looks like they have a beauty filter, imo, and i think it would look better if they look slightly differently

and i have mixed feelings about how the characters are stylized overall. like... y'know, the whole "cartoony" discourse. at first i didnt like it at all, but since we've seen more im way more on board. still... i kinda feel like some things could look a bit nicer

idk how i feel about how the darkspawn look. like it's not a huge deal to me either, but... i just wish they looked different. lol. they do look a little bit goofy

and idk if i like the... veiny/nervous system looking-thing in demons either? like, i like it in theory but tbh in practice im not too sure

the remake of the warden's logo :((

that's it!

tbh im just happy about most things they've said and shown so far. i think a lot of these things are a good sign. also, things like the "not ea app necessary" make me inclined to believe that this is something they've had to fight for (cause you know, if ea could choose they'd do things their way) and that's something i appreciate a lot. that's why i think this and a lot of other choices and changes they've made in relation to the last game, are good signs that they've listened to our feedback in a lot of things! and i hope this reflects in the entirety of the game. i hope it's the case. idk i'm positive about this game! a little scared ofc, because i care and i want it to be as good as possible, but excited nonetheless!

are there things i didn't include but that you are excited about? what are you looking the most forward to, overall? i'd appreciate to see your excitement and know what you like the most!

[villainsally]

"hey Vee, wanna come with me somewhere?"

"where we going papa?"

"to a forest, bundle up"

"okie!"

...

"are we there yet, papa?"

"not yet, just a few more minutes"

"do you want me to carry you, Vee?"

"..yes please"

...

"we're here, Vaeh"

"yay! wait, papa, wheres the moon?"

"its a new moon, he's down here with us tonight."

"can we see him, please please please papa!!"

"of course, Vee"

...

fenris?

"Vikesh"

"Hi Mr! I'm Vaeh! and that's my papa" :3

hello little one, its nice to meet you

"do you wanna be friends?"

sure, vaeh, that would be nice :]

"your stars are really cool Mr!!"

thank you, I am vikesh

"we both have V names!! we're besties now!!"

we certainly are

"do you want a cookie? I made them with dad and papa!"

thank you, little one

[hyper-elastagirl]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[witsserviceablesubstitute]

I did all this backwards, playing DAI and DA2 concurrently for some unknowable reason and now starting DAO (yay, Zevran!!). I decided to create an elven protagonist for DAO and DAI to get as much of the elven mythos I could since the series is leaning hard on it (I do hope for more dwarven and qunari lore in DAV though). I also hadn't played the Dalish origins yet.

Anyway, how? How can I say I love Merrill and not realize she's in the Dalish origins? How can I have been playing these games for over a decade and only now stumble on it? Did she mention it in DA2 and it flew over my head? I'm sorry Merrill.

Speaking of DA2, the little would be Warden is a two-handed warrior with a weapon as big as they are on their back, insubstantial armor, a bare duck-footed walk, and I can't help thinking "let's go, my Fenris wannabe" whenever I'm piloting them around.

[shivunin]

Maybe 13. group hugs for Maria and whoever fits? c:

Yay, thank you, Laya! This got away from me a bit, but here it is c:

(Hug Prompts)

Low Tide

(Maria Hawke/Fenris & friends | 1,637 Words | No warnings)

Hawke and Fenris rode with Isabela for months after the destruction in Kirkwall. 

Not everybody stayed that long. Carver disembarked almost at once at the closest little fishing village with a harbor deep enough for Bela’s ship to dock at—there being some trouble with the ship’s rowboat which Hawke did not fully understand. 

The two of them walked down the gangplank together and stopped just past it. They embraced on the stretch of the docks just past the gangplank. When he leaned down to hug her, Hawke abruptly realized how tall her brother had gotten and the knowledge wedged itself tightly in her throat.

“Don’t do anything stupid, M,” he said gruffly. His grip loosened around her back, but Hawke wasn’t ready to let go yet. 

“I don’t know how to do anything else,” she told him, her voice equally strained. “Surely you know that by now.”

Carver huffed and grasped her shoulders, setting her a few inches away. He studied her face, eyes narrowed, for several minutes. Maria allowed this inspection, for she knew she’d looked better. Sleepless nights and grief had worn away at her, leaving her with chapped lips, a reddened nose, and deep circles under her eyes. She was certain that it would be some days yet before she cared more about how she looked than what she’d done.

“Alright,” Carver said at last. “Go ahead and do something stupid. Pointy over there will pull you out of the fire, just like always. Yeah?” 

Maria glanced over her shoulder at Fenris, who stood at the handrail on the deck with arms crossed. He was watching them, his forehead creased, and he nodded to her when she met his eyes. The others had made themselves scarce.

“Well,” she said thoughtfully, turning back to Carver. “If I have your permission…”

Carver snorted, then laughed, wrapping her in a too-tight hug again. His Warden armor was sturdy, cool with the sea breeze, and Hawke pressed her cheek against it unless her cheekbone protested the treatment. 

“I’ll write,” she told him when he finally let go. Carver grimaced. 

“Yeah,” he said grimly. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Hawke was still laughing when he disappeared around the corner. 

She waited until she was in the cabin alone again to cry over it, hands pressed to her eyes and mouth to keep all the sound in. Fenris found her anyway (he always found her), slipping in on near-silent feet and shutting the door behind him. 

“He will be fine.”

Fenris sat beside her on the wooden floor, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her to him. Maria leaned against him, letting his touch soothe her until the words came more easily. 

“I know,” she said at last. “But…”

Fenris waited patiently, his cheek pressed to the top of her head. After a moment, he pressed a kiss there and dipped his head, looking at her. 

“He came back before,” Fenris said. 

Hawke turned her head and kissed him. It was, as many kisses had been these past days, salty and damp. Fenris did not complain. He squeezed her more tightly and rested his forehead against hers instead. 

“Aren’t you tired of this yet?” she asked him at last, reaching up to clear the tears from her cheeks. 

“No.” 

Hawke huffed and sat up, pulling her shirt from her trousers when her hand proved an ineffective instrument at drying tears. 

“I am not like this,” she said firmly. “I’m…I’ll be back to normal soon.”

For a moment, Fenris said nothing. His arm was warm over her shoulders. Thankfully, he’d left his gauntlets off these past days, so when he touched her hair it did not snag in the metal. 

“If you are not,” he said at last, “I will still be here.” 

“Oh,” Maria said, and started crying again. 

The door swung open quietly, but Hawke knew who’d stepped inside at once. Only two of her friends walked around shoeless, after all, and one of them was already holding her. 

“Oh, dear,” Merrill said, settling onto the floor at her other side. “It is very hard, isn’t it? Saying goodbye, I mean.”

Fenris stiffened slightly, but Hawke ignored this and reached for Merrill anyway. Merrill tucked herself obligingly against Hawke’s side and sighed. 

“It does seem like it’s all changing, doesn’t it?” she asked. “Things won’t go back to the way they were, will they, Hawke?” 

“No,” Hawke said after a moment, sniffling. “No, I can’t imagine they will.”

They rested like that for a moment, Fenris with an arm around her shoulder, Merrill with her cheek pressed to Hawke’s shoulder, their elbows linked together. 

“Ah, there you are,” Sebastian said at the door. 

Hawke lifted her cheek from Merrill’s head and looked at him. Her eyes were still blurry with tears, but she could see the concern on his face easily enough. She drew her legs up and crossed them to give him room, for the cabin was not exceptionally big, and Sebastian knelt just inside the doorway and offered an arm. She had only to lean forward and he embraced her, too, patting her back gently. For a time, all three of them held her and everything felt…well. Not better—things were bad enough that simple comfort could not fix it all—but certainly more manageable. As if their hands had lifted some of the weight from her shoulders, if only for a time.

“What can I do?” Sebastian asked. Hawke half-laughed, drawing back, and smiled at him. 

“You know, I’ve no idea,” she told him. “I wish that I knew. I feel rather ridiculous sitting on the floor like this.”

“Maybe you should stand, then,” he said. Fenris snorted beside her, but Merrill squeezed her arm. 

“Would that help?” she wondered aloud. “It does seem a bit close down here.” 

“Here,” Sebastian stood and offered her his hand. Hawke took it and let him pull until her feet were under her. 

When she stood, she could at least pretend she was dusting herself off while she gathered her resolve. 

“Did you need me for something?” she asked, but Sebastian shook his head. 

“No,” he said, “I knew it would be hard to say goodbye. I wanted to make sure you weren’t alone.”

“It is,” she agreed, but her throat didn’t feel quite as choked now. She turned and offered a hand to Merrill, who barely pulled on it when she unfolded her legs and stood. Fenris, who was already standing, set a hand on Hawke’s shoulder. 

“Isabela says that we’ll be eating on the deck once they weigh anchor,” Merrill said, “she wanted me to tell you. A feast, she said, but I think it’s just the same as yesterday.”

“Oh!” Maria said. She squeezed Merrill’s hand and smiled at Sebastian. “I will see you both there, then. I need to wash my face, I fear, or they’ll think I’ve gone and dunked myself in the briny depths.”

Merrill smiled, but rested her free hand on Hawke’s cheek before she went. Sebastian nodded to her and left, too, his boots louder on the wood than Merrill’s feet. She knew she’d fooled neither of them; both of them were too canny to think she’d recovered so quickly. That was alright. They were her friends because they knew her and knew when she needed space. 

And Fenris was hers because he knew better than to leave. 

“What do you need?” he asked when the door closed behind them. “Really?” 

Hawke sighed and gazed up into his eyes, her lower lip trembling. Fenris arched a brow, but he let her take his hand when she reached for it.

“I’m holding it right now,” she said. 

Fenris sighed. 

“Hawke,” he said. 

“Hawke,” she echoed, deepening her voice. When he rolled his eyes, she laughed and leaned up to kiss his cheek. 

“I have good friends. You still allow me to make horrible jokes. As long as I can tease you, I suppose I can make do.” 

Fenris caught her waist when she would have stepped back. She tipped her chin up and let him look at her. 

“Tease me, then,” he said, letting go of her. “I have borne it for this long. So long as you are not trying to suffer in silence.”

“Fenris,” Hawke said, stepping away to pour water in the washbasin. “When have I ever suffered in silence?” 

Fenris leaned a hip against the wall by the door and looked at her pointedly. 

“Well—alright,” she allowed, and leaned down to splash her face. “Fair enough. That is exactly what I was doing when you came in. My point stands.”

“As does mine.”  

Hawke dried her face, feeling marginally better, and stopped before him. 

These past days had taken a toll on all of them, but Fenris had weathered it best. She supposed he had been through a catastrophic life change like this before—and at least their flight from Kirkwall was not attended by hunters baying for his flesh and blood now. When she had asked last night, he’d simply told her to go to sleep. 

“Are you alright?” she asked. Fenris took her hand and drew her closer, holding her more tightly than he’d been able to manage on the floor. 

“I have seen worse,” he told her, as if he’d heard her thoughts. “I have left very little behind. You are here. Your hound is here. Our…friends are here as well.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“I know,” he paused, and his sigh ruffled his hair a moment before he pressed a kiss to her head again. “I am well enough. I will…tell you if there is more.”

“And I will do the same,” she said, and closed her eyes. 

They stood like that, wrapped around each other, until someone finally rang the bell for dinner.

[thedragonagelesbian]

A kiss shared during a game, for the kiss and tell prompt 👀

yay kiss prompts!!

a kiss shared during a game

"Knightly, stop making that face."

"What face? I'm not making a face."

"I find that face rather helpful," Fenris commented, the barest hint of a smirk poking out at the edges of his Wicked Grace cards, "for the rest of the table."

Varric sighed and shifted in his chair-- at least, as much as he could with Cyrus on top of him. When he wasn't broadcasting the quality of Varric's hand and or taking sips of rum (the only thing he'd drink as of late, despite it turning his head fuzzier than a dandelion quicker than a kid wishing on it), the elf pressed their bodies tight together. He was fidgety even repose, nuzzling Varric's neck or toying with the seams of his jacket or curling into the crook of his arm and shoulder to watch the game through heavy-lidded eyes, feet dangling over the arm of the chair and still twitching. As close to restful as Cyrus could get, and his body was still ready to start running again.

That, Varric had grown accustomed to over the years. What was new were all of those little quirks happening in his lap.

Cyrus gave his affection so readily--hand on Bethany's arm, head on Anders' shoulder, arms around Merrill's torso--but after a lifetime of loving in whispers and shadows, in quiet and thankless work, Varric still couldn't believe he'd ended up here, cuddling in the middle of the Hanged Man.

And still, Varric's grip on his waist tightened as Cyrus once more rearranged himself, slipping down to rest his head against Varric's chest.

The craziest of things became possible by his side.

"I'm fond of it too," Merrill commented, not-quite-chipper and thumbing her cards. Her gifted set, a soot-black kitten playing with flower petals. "With Isabela gone, you win most of the time anyway, Varric. Cyrus is just giving the rest of us a chance, aren't you, lethallan?"

"Planned it like that from the beginning," Anders added. "Sabotage."

And despite the strain in the mage's smile, it made Cyrus snicker, reverberations warm like thunder through Varric's chest.

"Sabotage?" Varric echoed with exaggerated offense. "That's what this is? You, the duplicitous double agent, me, the naive fool left teary-eyed and heartbroken by your betrayal?"

Cyrus' laughter grew from a clap to a storm until he was throwing his head back over Varric's arm and drawing the attention of every patron in the bar with his tipsy, infectious joy. With a light that had become harder and harder to see as of late.

"Yes, yes, you caught me, wicked spy that I am come to tease your Wicked Grace secrets out of you." Still giggling, Cyrus hooked his fingers underneath Varric's necklace and drew their faces close together. "Like this."

Whatever embarrassment Varric might've felt melted away with everything else. The whole world and all its wretched business of champions and stories, it evaporated into Cyrus' mouth, honey-soft and hot. And because that was all there was left--Cyrus' body, safe and present and alive--Varric put his cards down on the table so he could cradle his cheek. The touch of leather all but made Cyrus purr against his lips.

And if someone else meddled with those cards while he was distracted, well, it was a shit hand anyway.

[wistfulpoltergeist]

So the Dragon Age trilogy won! ✨Yay!✨ One more little poll left.

[high-dragon-bait]

idk if you talked about this and obviously the birth was hard to the hip but how was hawkes pregnancy

Context if you don't know: My Hawke has a baby with Fenris about halfway through act 3 that Varric left out of the story for obvious reasons. The birth was very hard, almost lethal, but Anders managed to save both Hawke and the baby. yay!

(Note: I realize now I keep switching between "Hawke" and "Avis" throughout this. Avis is the name of my Hawke, it's the same character. Sorry for the confusion)

So, physically it was fine. I already make the birth so hard that it feels mean to give her a really hard pregnancy. She had some nausea at the beginning but even then not an excessive amount. I have yet to be pregnant but I have never heard a single person on god's green earth who has describe it as pleasant, but I do think her pregnancy itself was merciful (which probably made the birth being so rough even MORE of a surprise now that I think about it, since it had been "easy" so far)

SOCIALLY though it was a fucking circus

I imagine the kirkwall crew finds out first and finds out quickly. Then everyone tries as hard as POSSIBLE to keep it a secret from the rest of Kirkwall for as long as they can. There are a million reasons for this. The baby being elf-blooded, Hawke being wanted by about 100 people at any given moment, Meredith and Orsino being wildcards, simply not wanting all of Kirkwall on her doorstep anymore than they already are they try SO HARD to stave it off for as long as they can. I'd say, it works for about the first six months. Which is pretty impressive! Avis tries to keep up her activity (going out, taking jobs, etc.) and quietly peters it out over the course of about month four-five to not raise as much suspicion over suddenly stopping her public Champion Acts. No, Fenris does not enjoy this part but understands the practical aspects, even if he's Really Stressed the entire time

She also keeps going to the Hanged Man, as she's seen there so regularly her suddenly stopping would raise suspicion. She even orders drinks. She doesn't DRINK them, Varric or Isabela so kindly gets rid of the drink itself for her, but she ORDERS them. She always wore loose fitting clothes and coats, so hiding her belly is easier than she would've thought at first. Of course it can't last forever. And when it finally does become impossible to hide, exactly what they were putting off starts to happen. They're getting undue attention from the city, letters of "congratulations" (totally not bribes) from Meredith and Orsino, people coming to their door, constantly offering "gifts" or "services" for the baby. Poor Bartrand and Orana basically take shifts dealing with these people because it is non-stop

And. There is a little bit of interpersonal social drama, and by that I mean there is drama exclusively started by Anders. Anders is NOT pleased with this situation

Everyone else is happy, Hawke and Fenris are happy, but Anders is not. Anders had been vocally against the relationship from the start, but had quieted about it after it became clear his influence was not going to split Avis and Fenris up (again.) Eventually, he relaxed, not because he got anywhere close to accepting their relationship, but because he'd built a narrative in his head that one day Avis would realize Fenris didn't really love her. That Fenris can't love anyone. And when that day came he would be ready, and he would be ready no matter how long it takes.

Then, Avis falls pregnant, and he is the one who tells her. Because who else is she going to go to when she starts to suspect she's pregnant? We already went over how she doesn't want anyone outside her inner circle to know. So, she goes to Anders, and he discovers it and he is devastated

I have a whole scene written, but the gist is that Anders tries to convince her of that narrative he's built. Tries to tell her that Fenris does not love her, he's already left her once, he'll do it again. If she ties herself to him she'll only be causing herself so much pain. She doesn't believe him. And that leads to Anders blurting: "What about Kirkwall? What will the people say when their Champion gives birth to a bastard half-breed?"

And they both just go completely silent. Avis starts to leave, and Anders tries to say he's sorry, but she leaves. And they. Don't speak. For months

That's why Anders isn't there at the start of the birth. He's effectively been banned. No one expects him to be there, that includes him. So when Fenris comes to get him, panicked and desperate, Anders knows the situation is dire

And it's also that moment, seeing Fenris so terrified, and then afterwards so attending, so unguarded and soft around Avis and their baby... that Anders realizes he was wrong. It puts everything about his behavior into perspective. He's heartbroken. Beyond heartbroken. But it reconciles his and Avis' relationship, and even makes peace between him and Fenris. For awhile. Because then he destroys the Chantry, and because of that, he's not there to save Avis in the fade all those years later

That was longer than I intended but I am obsessed with everything having to do with this :)

[sesshy380]

Your ask fed the brainworm soooo nice, so I'm returning the favor! No pressure if you don't want to answer all of them tho!

1, 2, 4-8, 12, 15, 28, 29, 41, 42, 49, 64, 101

Yay! Lot's of DA questions!

1- How did you get into Dragon Age?

I honestly don’t remember. I vaguely recall looking through the games section at Walmart and seeing it. Don’t remember if I’d heard about it before that, or if it just looked interesting so I decided to give it a go. I don’t even remember if I had it for PC or Xbox originally (though I have a feeling it was for PC for some reason). All I know is I somehow decided to buy the game and fell in love with it.

2- Have you finished all three games?

Technically, yes. I finished all of what was available for Inquisition prior to the DLC releases. I think that’s the only one I haven’t played the DLC’s for (though I do own them).

4- What was your first Warden (gender/class/race/personality)?

First Warden, oh boy. I want to say Female Dalish Rogue? As far as personality, I could not tell you. I played it when it first came out, and I’ve replayed that game more times than I can count.

5- What was your first Hawke like (gender/class/temperament)?

This one I do remember. I am very much a Purple Hawke person (is there any other?). And Rogue ofc, bc I like collecting all the things, which means I don’t like depending on others to (unsuccessfully) open chests.

6- First Inquisitor (gender/class/race/personality)?

Another Dalish Rogue (I really like the Dalish, okay). I did one thing different though, this one was a MALE Dalish Rogue. His personality was very ‘I’m here, this sucks, but going to make the best of it, because wtf else am I supposed to do?’.

7- Favorite DA:O backstory?

All? I honestly have a really hard time starting new DA:O playthroughs simply because the origins are my favorite part. Especially when you come across all the little easter eggs later on from not only the origin you choose, but also the others that you don’t.

8- Preferred class overall?

So, I usually do my 1st playthrough of a new game as a rogue because I like the ability to open chests, but I actually like playing as a mage.

12- Do you prefer DA:O, DA2, or DA:I most?

Unpopular opinion time. I like DA2 the best. The day/night cycle thing is annoying, but unlike a lot of people, I don’t have a problem with reused maps. It makes it easier to find those nooks and crannies that have things hidden in them. The story though…it is one of those angsty ones that I just can’t tear myself away from. Like, I know what’s coming, and each time it still manages to just rip my heart out for poor Hawke.

15- Favorite DA:O companion overall?

It’s a close tie between Zevran and Shale. Zevran is…well…he’s called the Antivan Sex Pest for a reason lol. Shale is pretty much the Hulk. Point at something/someone you want destroyed, and I swear they rush over, kicking their feet like a giddy school girl lol.

28- Inquisitor’s feelings on being the Herald of Andraste?

I’ve only played one Inquisitor that took the role seriously. The rest were like ‘Ummm…this isn’t even my religion? I don’t even believe in the Maker? WTF???’. I even had one human Inquisitor that was very much atheist (he was my Dorian romance), and he absolutely hated the title.

29- What are your feelings on the Chantry?

I am torn between ‘Anders’ solution was a bit extreme’ and ‘Anders did nothing wrong’, and leave it at that.

41- Who did you romance in your first playthrough for each game?

Origins- Alistair

DA2- Anders

Inquisition- Cassandra (hardest romance imo and will never do it again)

42- Who do you wish you could romance that you can’t?

Varric. Fuck you Bianca (The bitch that dared threaten me, not the crossbow. The crossbow stays during sex lol)

49- Something you do in EVERY DA playthrough, no matter what?

I’m a completionist, so I have to recruit and make friends with all the companions. I failed to become friendly enough with Fenris on one playthrough where I was a mage and romancing Anders. I had to fight Fenris in the final battle. I wanted to cry.

64- Favorite achievement?

As much of a completionist as I am, I don’t pay attention to the achievements lol. I honestly can’t name a single one off the top of my head.

101- If you could meet your Warden/Hawke/Inquisitor, what would you say?

Warden- Don’t trust Zevran when he says he can disable a trap/open a lock. He lies.

Hawk- To hell with buying your mother’s old home. Use that Deep Roads coin and move somewhere that isn’t Kirkwall.

Inquisitor- (Specifically Lavallan) Don’t trust Solas. Stab him in the heart before he stabs you in yours.

101 Dragon Age Questions

[star--nymph]

tries to gracefully slide in on rollerblades but she fails miserably. The numbers for the ask aren't broken tho, just a bit wrinkled.

HELLO, for the OC relationship ask…

38 and 86 for Eury and Cullen

16, 29 and 52 for Alistair/Seren/Morrigan (YAY fellow threesome on that!)

18 and 87 for Hawke/Fenris (of course feel free to skip any question you don't like!)

OC Ship Ask

Eurydice/Cullen

38. What would be their ideal evening in?

Sitting by the fire in Eury's quarters with the pillows and blankets on the floor, the balcony doors open to let in the night air. There's books, Eury's crafts, maybe a chess board strewed about them, with a plate of food and wine within easy reach. Maybe Eury's fox Yappers has decided to join them, curled up in a ball by Cullen's stomach. There's not much talking; not much noise in general. Just the two of them quietly enjoying each other's company. They don't have to perform for anyone when they're alone like this.

86. Who gives the best gifts? Who gives the more thoughtful? Who goes for expensive?

So here's the thing; part of me thinks neither of them really has a concept of money. Cullen didn't have to pay for anything for seventeen long years and all his paychecks go off to his family. Eurydice had little interaction with human merchants prior to DAI and during DAI most of her financial transactions were handled by Josie. So, who has the most expensive? Both? Neither? They don't know they just get it and go. Let me tell you living on their own for the first time after Inquisition is going to be a ride what do you mean you gotta pay taxes??? I digress: Cullen is the one who buys gifts for Eurydice because he doesn't know how to make things (although later in life he takes up knitting and makes her a sweater with a poorly made mabari that looks like a potato on it). She told him a few times that she likes hair ribbons and it was the only thing she ever really wanted from shem merchants because they were so pretty, but she would get self conscience when she went up to stalls and never pick anything out. Her excuse is that a strip from one of her skirts work just as well, and she wouldn't want to get them dirty anyway. Cullen started picking her up spools of fine ribbon when ever he passes through markets. Of course, there are whispers about why the Commander has to buy boxes full of lady's hair ribbons, but its just for fun. It's not it isn't an open secret when the Inquisitor wears those very same ribbons in her hair the next day. Eurydice makes her gifts and they usually come in the form of woven leather bracelets. She's a perfectionist when it comes to those and so she's always fretting about them when she gives them to Cullen, muttering that it isn't good enough and it will break. Cullen wears every single one and those he can't wear, he keeps in a box by his bedside. That perfectionist nature comes through in other gifts as well: for one of his birthdays (prior before their courtship) Eurydice made him a sword that was meant to be for his exact skillset and enchanted against demon attack. She gave it to him three months later because went through four different prototypes before she decided it was good enough.

Alistair/Seren/Morrigan

16. Who is the better caretaker? Does their S/O like being taken care of?

Alistair. Seren doesn't know how to take care of someone outside their emotional needs and Morrigan is...well, she's Morrigan. She wasn't liable to take care of anyone before Kieran. Alistair isn't exactly great at either but I think out of the three he had the most emotional maturity to know what to do. Morrigan doesn't like to be taken care of either so even when Seren tried, it would be like trying to get a cat in a bath. Seren acts like she wants to be pampered but she actually bristles when people start to dig too deeply with her. Alistair needs to be coaxed into being taken care of because he feels like he's so undeserving sometimes and he brushes it off with a joke. Obviously that changes when they're older but these three kids are far too traumatized by the time of Origins to take care or be taken cause of because both require vulnerability--and that's asking a lot for them when all they've ever done is wear masks.

29. What's an insecurity they hold about their relationship?

Alistair has little to no self esteem from his upbringing and thinks Seren is too good for him. Seren is so afraid of the world taking Morrigan and Alistair away that she works to lock them away in order to protect them. Morrigan has been so emotionally abused by Flemeth that she's convinced Seren will eventually hurt her and thus is ready to leave Seren first at the first sign because Morrigan would rather be the one doing the hurting. And all of them have experienced lose and death in such violent ways that even long after Origins, they're worried that one day the world is just going to slaughter their lovers and leave them alone. I think the Origins crew might be the most emotionally fucked up of all my kids, but to be entire fair, Origins is the most fucked up game in my opinion SOOOO.

52. Who cooks? Who does the dishes?

Alistair cooks. Morrigan cooks. Seren burns foods and does the dishes, but goes ew ew ew ew ew when she touches wet left over food.

Hawke/Fenris

18. They've had a major blowout. How do they handle it?

Well in the days of old, they'd just drop it and let it simmer between them. That doesn't quit work out when Garrett lets Fenris 'be' for three years because they're both afraid of a broken heart. Not talking about it doesn't help either of them so that was one of the first thing Garrett put down when they got back together: Fenris can't run, he has to talk about it with him. No matter how much it hurts or where it takes him, he can't just blow up and decide he'll deal with alone. And Garrett can't make his jokes and say he'll shoulder it himself, he also has to sit down and listen. Running away doesn't work, fighting it doesn't work, so facing it head on is what they do.

87. If they ever lost one another in a public place, how do they find the other?

Garrett climbs the nearest post and starts surveying the area and when that doesn't work, he starts calling Fenris' name through his cupped hands. Fenris just needs look for a 6'3 ft dumbass hanging from a roof top and drag him down by his boot.