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the other thing thatâs astounding to me from the past week is the takes iâve seen about varricâs hair. so many people donât seem to know what grey hair is. so many people also saying he used to have RED hair??????
#i say âthe other thingâ like thereâs only two but. yk#but like. his da2 model has the exact same hair as anders. famously called blond#like strawberry blond Mayyybe but iâd just call it like. straw or honey blond or something. idk iâm not an expert but i wouldnât cal it red#in a hundred years#i will say that the way light hair ages. doesnât usually go straight grey?#you kinda get a mix of white and grey and the original color and gradually the white takes over#but iâm speaking from mine/my momâs personal experience (and both of us have/had hair darker than his) but obvs itâs not universal#it still feels. incredibly obvious that itâs supposed to be steel grey. why was everyone losing their minds over that#varric#mine
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Chapter 7: Good Bones
At long last, they arrive at their new home - but it's not exactly a comforting sight.
With each new discovery, Cullenâs spirits lift just a little further. Soon heâs grinning at the excitement radiating off his sister, listening to her brainstorm how to best use the space, where to prioritise the repairs, even offering his own thoughts on improvements. In a matter of little more than an hour, his apprehension has transformed into optimism. There is wear and tear, certainly, and the scent of mildew pervades nearly every nook and cranny. Some of the marble is cracked, the wood rotted from windows carelessly left open. Thereâs hardly any furniture to speak of, and what pieces they do find Cullen wouldnât dare touch with the end of his sword. Yet despite appearances, and Varricâs underwhelming reassurances, much of the interior is quite sound. It will take a lot of work to clean away the filth and make it livable, but there are good bones here. And Cullen would be lying if he didnât admit that the prospect of building this place up, of rebuilding it together, taking a direct hand in the shaping of their future, is enticing. He imagines long afternoons in the library, reading side by side with Tess before a cheery fire, Cal napping at their feet. The scent of flowers from the garden while they take their tea and coffee in the morning room. Sharing meals and conversation in the dining room. Luxuriating with Tess in the privacy of their bedroom â or in the oversized tub. Childrenâs laughter, echoing through the halls. Skyhold had been home for a time, but it was a city unto itself. And though he will always cherish their months in Miaâs cottage in the country, it wasnât his. It wasnât theirs. This? This could be theirs. This could be home.
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#my writing#the black city#while time remains#wtr: tbc#theresa trevelyan#cullen rutherford#rosalie rutherford#varric tethras#cal the mabari#kirkwall#da fanfic#theresa x cullen#post-trespasser
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After I'm through Jedi Survivor, I might replay the Machine Games Wolfenstein games, which might make me want to add BJ Blazkowicz as a muse, cause i mean there's no such thing as too many nazi killers on one blog
#*ooc#I'll also probably add Cal cause he's a good boy#also fun fact Machine Games BJ is voiced by Brian Bloom who's voiced Captain America the most in the past decade#also varric so that's a lot of fun too
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welcome to dadwc!! how about some Cal x Fenris + â wouldnât it be awful if we fell in love again? â
happy writing!
-inquisimer
Thank you for this great prompt! I ran with pure messy vibes on this one - I'm just gonna yeet it out here.
For @dadrunkwriting
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Fenris had expected some form of trouble when Cal had shown up at his door, armed with a bottle of whiskey and a crooked smile, but he hadnât anticipated having to stop the man from climbing out his third-story window.
âWhat do you aim to find on my roof, exactly?â
âFresh air?â Cal kept one leg swung over the sill and looked back at Fenris brightly, as if heâd just told a great joke.
âKeep the window open then. I think you should stay inside.â
âWhy?â Cal asked. He wore the purple answer plainly on his brow.
The vague challenge made Fenrisâ jaw clench. His eyes went to Calâs cane, leaning against an old chair where Cal had tossed it before throwing open the window. He knew Cal was getting worse. Hawke told him things; whether she intended to calm or aggravate his fears, Fenris could not say. Two days ago he had seen proof that she did not exaggerate.
âYou are prone to accidents,â he said eventually. It was true enough; Cal had never been a graceful man, even in better health.
âI like to think of them as surprises. You know...â Cal tipped his head back and blew out a sigh, drumming his fingers against the soft wood frame. âThey add variety.â
Fenris tried to hold firm, as he should have at the door. âIâm in no mood for your surprises.â
âSorry.â Cal dropped his eyes to the floor between them. âIâm sorry. I had a bad day â I mean, people have had worse days, but today was a real walloper.â
The unsteadiness in Calâs voice wasnât from drink.
âI just want to go somewhere I can see the stars, you know?â
âCal -â
âIâm really sorry, Fenris, this is unfair. Iâll go.â He started to pull himself back inside, but Fenris surprised himself with the first forward step heâd taken all night.
âI will hold the bottle.â
So they went and carefully found their familiar seats on Fenrisâ roof, an armâs length apart. Their search for stars was in vain. The smog from Lowtown had drifted to the skies above the manor, and the autumn moon was the only light strong enough to shine through the haze. The looming glow was swollen and menacing, as if it had swallowed up all its children, the constellations.
Fenris soon opened the whiskey against the chill. Cal, with his southern blood, seemed unbothered and sat with his hands folded loosely over his knees. Three fingers on his left hand and four on his right, Fenris counted. At least magic hadnât claimed any more.
The first swallow from the bottle held no warmth but still burned his throat. Cal turned his head towards Fenrisâ stifled cough.
âDidnât bring you the good stuff, sorry.â
Fenrisâ stomach lurched; the bruise blooming across Calâs temple had gone black in the moonlight. His head had hit the stone with a crack. Theyâd been on their way up to Hawkeâs, and Fenris had been a flight behind him on the Hightown steps, haggling with Varric over borrowed coin that now seemed unimportant. There must have been a misstep or a moment of hesitation because his eyes were drawn to Cal in time to see him drop backwards. There had been nothing to break his fall.
Three long stride were all that had separated them, but in the time it had taken for Fenris reach him, Cal had already begun to laugh. The noise was a shrill defense; it rang out like the bell in a watchtower. Heeding the warning, Fenris had retreated and allowed the others to hear Calâs apologies and help him to his feet.
He knew Calâs other laugh, the one Fenris liked to think was hard-fought and true. The laugh that always started as if Cal was choking on it, as if the joy was too big for his chest, until it was finally pressed out in one long, squeaky wheeze. The sound was ridiculous and foolish and safe. Fenris hoped that Cal still laughed like that with other people. In the year since his mistake, Fenris had not heard it, and just as he had kept away from Calâs pain, he did not presume to approach his happiness.
Sitting on the cold roof, Fenris suddenly felt he was between both.
âCan we pretend that everything is alright?â Cal asked, quiet. âI mean, I know youâll be alright. Iâve always known that.â
There was never a bitter edge in Cal's words, no matter how Fenris searched for one. He slowly worked the cork back into the bottle.
âThere is no need for us to pretend.â
#i turned the prompt into something different but i think it is actually the same question if you squint#don't look at me and my use of commas tonight#dragon age drunk writing circle#my writing#oc: cal the canary#dragon age fic
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Songfic Tag Game
Rules: Pick a song to accompany each of your fics or as many as you like. This might be the fic's inspiration or just pure vibes that you'd like to share with readers. Tag as many people as fics you feature (or do as you please!)
I was tagged by the lovely @shivunin! I really enjoyed this one. Tagging @bitchesofostwick @isayashai @zevrn @creaking-skull @ghostwise @shahrazade but as always, there is absolutely zero pressure.
I have 34 fics posted in total over on my AO3 page, so I'm not going to do all of them, but I will be doing more recent ones and some of my favorites. I will also say the songs and their connections to the fics are a mix of vibes and lyrics.
Not My Type: Darmas Pollaran, inveterate womanizer and expert sabacc player, is not Corso's favorite person--especially when it comes to his attitude towards a certain Smuggler Captain. (SWTOR, rated T, 1.5k)
Paper Planes by M.I.A.
What a Smuggler Deserves: Corso can't stand Taris, and that bottle of liquor isn't going to drink itself. If only he were better at not spilling his feelings the moment he's tipsy. (SWTOR, rated G, 1.7k)
Mona Lisa by Dominic Fike
Wayward Jedi: Talira Virali has been hiding on Nar Shaddaa since the Purge, but ten years is a long time to stay hidden, and time is about to be up, thanks to a certain Bracca scrapper turned Jedi. (J:FO, rated T, 1k)
Dear Dictator by Saint Motel
Remembered: Cal asks Lira why they still have their padawan braid, after all these years. The answer is complicated. (J:FO, rated T, 1.4k)
The War by SYML
Salving Touch: After Mizora's punishment, Wyll cannot sleep. Luckily enough, neither can Dearbhla. (BG3, rated G, 1.2k)
Final Days by Ben Thornewill
Frail Hope: A discovery on the road to the Harpers' ambush shakes Dearbhla. (BG3, rated T, 1.3k)
Small Hands by Radical Face
Waterproof: Things do not go as planned during Duke Ravengard's rescue mission. (BG3, rated T, 1.8k)
Cover Me in Roses by Holden Laurence
Lipstick: Iona Shepard wears lipstick, and it's an oh-so familiar shade of red. (ME, rated T, 1.3k)
Weights & Measures by Dry the River
What to Do: While Iona recovers, Garrus waits. (ME, rated G, 1k)
SiĂșil, a RĂșn by Clannad
Dancing Beneath the Holly Trees: Narmeleth likes to tease her lover. Lathuilas likes to watch her dance. (LOTRO, rated G, 0.5k)
Rilke Song by aeseaes
Whither Thou Goest: Lathuilas is bound to Narmeleth, by love and by promise, but even she cannot follow her into the west. (LOTRO, rated T, 0.8k)
Tears of Nimrodel by Chance Thomas
The Lions of House Cousland: As cousins, the future of House Cousland rests upon Talvinder and Savreen. Now, with their family and their home in ashes, they must fight both the Darkspawn and their grief in order to find that which they once thought a certainty: a future. (DA:O, rated M, 250k)
Masters of War by Judy Collins
Love Me Sweet: Varric wants Elodie. He wants them unreservedly, unashamedly, and unremittingly. (DA:2, rated E, 2.6k)
Love Me Tender by Elvis Presley
Elfroot and Tears: Both Cullen and La'ara are afraid of what the Arbor Wilds hold for them. (DA:I, rated T, 1.5k)
Bronwyn and Arondir by Bear McCreary
The Calling: Alistair may be king, but he is still a Grey Warden. And when the others begin to hear the Calling, he does too. (DA:O and DA:I, rated T, 1.2k)
Panic Attack by Liza Anne
#me tagging folks i know write good#hi whats up#tag game#laura writes#shivunin#songfic tag game#also very specifically i have to say dear dictator is an anakin and vader song and its there bc of the way vader's specter haunts lira#love me sweet is the only one that was actually inspired by the song accompanying it SDJKHBFSJKD#picking just one song for lions is also a huge challenge bc i have like a four hour playlist for it AND a fledgling playlist for the sequel#star wars#lotro#dragon age#mass effect#bg3
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for OCs, ships, prompts and askbox prompts, see below!
My inbox is always open, feel free to ask questions, send prompts, or just pester me about any of these! You can find my shared writing prompts here or I accept random requests.
You can find more info over on Carrds here
I also basically run a 'Everyone Exists' AU for all of my stuff - for example, all of the Dragon Age characters exist in Thedas together, so I also accept requests for their interactions together!
Baldurâs Gate 3:
NelâTavia Lienthel 'Nell' (Tav)/Wyll Ravengard/Astarion Ancunin
Malakai (Durge)/Shadowheart/Halsin
Malakai (Durge)/Gale Dekarios (this exists in the same canon as Kaiâs relationship with Shad and Halsin, but Galeâs not part of the throuple)
Malakai (Durge)/Gortash (past)
Dragon Age: Origins:
Rowena 'Tab' Tabris/Alistair Theirin
Jennifer 'Jenni' Cousland/Zevran Arainai/Nathaniel Howe
Aedan Cousland/Leliana
Callum 'Cal' Surana/Morrigan
Brianna Amell/Bann Teagan
Lyna Mahariel/Tamlen
Thrina Aeuducan/Gorim Saelac
Dragon Age II:
Marie Hawke/Anders
Garrett Hawke/Isabela
Dragon Age: Inquisition:
Brenna Lavellan/Solas
Freya Trevelyan/Cullen Rutherford
Moss Lavellan/Dorian Pavus
Summer Lavellan/Blackwall
Dragon Age: The Veilguard:
Evanura 'Eva' (Rook)/Davrin
Dragon Age AU:
Alistair Theirin /Rowena Tabris/Jenni Cousland/Zevran Arainai
Rowena Tabris/Jenni Cousland
Rowena Tabris/Anders
Marie Hawke/Varric Tethras
Garrett Hawke/Sebastian Vael
Brenna Lavellan/Krem Aclassi
Greedfall:
Genevieve de Sardet/Kurt
Dragonâs Dogma: Dark Arisen:
Alicia âAceâ (Arisen)/Mercedes Marten
Liam (Pawn)/Julien
Dragonâs Dogma II:
Ceridwen âSaberâ (Arisen)/Glyndwr
Sebastian (Pawn)/Captain Brant
Mass Effect:
Nora Shepard/Kaidan Alenko
Sam Ryder/Vetra Nyx
Scott Ryder/Gil Brodie
Anthony Ryder/Reyes Vidal
Mass Effect AU
Nora Shepard/Sam Ryder
Fallout:
Cora (Courier)/Benny
Natalie Powell (Sole Survivor)/Paladin Danse
Stardew Valley:
Farmer Jack/Penny
Farmer Daniel/Alex
Fable:
Princess Sophia (Hero of Brightwall)/Elliott
Skyrim:
Narah (Dragonborn)/Kaiden
Rowena (OC)/Vilkas
Choices: Stories You Play
(For the Choices deep dive, check out my secondary page https://indescribablechoices.tumblr.com/post/184653680920/mc-masterlist)
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ooh how about cal & carver for "don't fool yourself. we're not good people" from the you could have just punched me prompt list?
ehehehe here's some Act 1 Hawke & siblings for @dadrunkwriting
Words: 719 Rating: G Warnings: nah
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For a long, agonizing moment, Cal stared across the room at their siblings. It was late; all that was left of the fire in the hearth were the glowing coals, and a few wisps of magelight were all that lit the space. Then, finally, they said in a low voice, âPlease tell me I misheard you just now.â
The memory of a little Bethany that had lingered in the back of their mind for so many years would have backed down. This Bethany was a grown woman, and not so easily cowed as she once was. She opened her mouth to reply, but Carver nudged her with a shoulder and interrupted, âSheâs not wrong. We could do anything now that weâre free of Meeran, yet you keep insisting on picking up mercenary work.â
Cal closed their eyes, taking a deep breath in a wan attempt at keeping their cool. What was it about siblings that made them so⊠so insufferably right? âWe need coin,â they said flatly, uncomfortably aware of the fact that there was nothing more than a very thin wall separating them from where their mother slept. Gamlen, at least, was still out drinking: small graces. âYou donât have to like it. Andrasteâs tears, I donât like it. But what alternatives do we have?â
âAveline got into the city guard,â Carver countered. âI could, too.â
âAveline was an officer in the kingâs army. You were a common recruit.â Cal sighed and ran a hand through their hair. It was starting to get long again; they made a mental note to trim it back again.
âThe Warden we found in Darktown,â Bethany started, and Cal winced. âHeâs Fereldan.â
âYou think heâs making any coin at all, treating Fereldan refugees?â Carver said, without heat.
âLook,â Cal said after a moment. âDonât fool yourself. Weâre not good people, Carver. Iâm an escaped Circle mage, Bethyâs an apostate, and you would be executed for harboring us if the templars ever caught wind. We canât afford to concern ourselves with morals.â
âCalââ Bethany started, but fell silent at a glare from them.
âI know,â they said gently. âBelieve me, I know. Thatâs why weâre going to take Varric up on that offer and invest in the expedition. When that pans out? We wonât have to take mercenary work anymore.â
âAssuming they donât all wind up dead in the Deep Roads,â Bethany replied.
âThatâs why Carver and I will go. We know how to fight darkspawnâweâll be fine.â At least, Cal hoped as much. Carver had been lucky to survive their last encounter with darkspawn; the Deep Roads was the riskiest prospect yet. Still, there werenât templars in the Deep Roads, and only a very stupid man would object to a mage assisting an underground expedition. Varric was far more clever than he had any right to be; Cal would be surprised if Bartrand wasnât at least half as smart.
âAnd if you come back empty-handed?â
Cal frowned. âThen we cross that bridge when we get to it.â
Bethany sighed and leaned back in her chair. In direct opposition, Carver leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. âWe should try to bring that Warden along, too. It canât hurt.â
On the one hand, it was a good idea. On the other, Calâs instincts screamed at the idea of spending any more time around Anders than was strictly necessary. Two mages, escaped from the same Circle, hiding in the same city? The risks were enormous. âI didnât get the impression he would go willingly.â
âYeah, well, we have time. You didnât forget how to make friends, did you?â
Cal hastily covered a faintly hysterical laugh with a cough. Make friends. With a man I know entirely too much about, who barely even knows who I am. Sure. Great idea. Absolutely no way that could go horribly wrong. Aloud, they managed, âIâll consider it.â
âYouâre still going to take that weird job Varric suggested, arenât you?â
âItâs just a lyrium smuggler. If weâre lucky, you wonât even have to draw your sword,â Cal replied mildly. Most likely, the man just needed a distraction. Cal could handle creating a distraction.
But not tonight. Tonight, all they wanted was to sleep. To sleep, and think about anything other than a dead mage in a Chantry.
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ok i have inq brainrot again and im playing as cal so i am thinking abt how she'd get along with the companions & LOs
cullen: she tolerates him. to some extent he occasionally knows what hes talking about and people want him there so like, whatever
cassandra: cal would flirt with her sooo much but i think theyd end up being pretty good friends. i do think she'd find cass a little too fantasy-catholic for her tastes but they can work on that
sera: You Are My Little Sister Now. yeah sure we can prank cullen. whatever u want bud. she'd absolutely join the jennies post-game
bull: besties. immediately besties. if telepathy were possible thats how theyd communicate
dorian: too fancy for her. she'd like him but she would have to dunk on him a little bit occasionally. lovingly
vivienne: i feel like theyd disagree on pretty much anything but cal would have a very deep respect for her. i feel like they'd have a lot to talk about tbh
blackwall: man this ones a bummer because i think cal would to some extent see him as a father figure but i think once she learned what hes done in the past she would have a hard time getting past that
cole: cole my friend cole. i think cal would find him a very calming person to be around but as a deeply repressed person she'd be a little discomfited by his insights
leliana: ok TBH if inquisition leliana were a romance option cal would probs gravitate to her. i think they could help each other be a little more earnest. cal would 100% choose her for divine. catholic in a kind of horny way cal could vibe with
josephine: would have suuuuch a soft spot for josephine. cal would hang out with her a lot and try to get her to loosen up a bit
ummmmm shoot who else is there.
OH yeah varric. i think cal would LOVE that fantasy james patterson is the mayor. shes read all his books. they'd end up being friends but she would also name-drop him at the weirdest times
solas: Who Are You. could you please leave. youre killing the vibe
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1 2 3 4 for the dragon age ask game that isn't the world state one (but u can also do the world state one i will read everything about ur canon girls <3)
Gotcha gotcha <3333
1.What would your Warden generally think of your Hawke and your inquisitor?
Honoria thinks Cal is unserious. Definitely appreciates her levity at times, but can get frustrated at her cousin when her jokes start to grate. But she still loves her deeply since this is one of her few remaining connections to her family outside the Circle.
She's initially a little suspicious of Zara. I have a headcanon that she returned to Ferelden when the Inquisition was in Denerim negotiating removal from Caer Bronach. She definitely sees some of herself in Zara, however, and eventually they became good friends. It helped that Zara convinced Alistair to propose to Honoria despite the court's decade-long hesitancy to put a mage on the throne. (This involved a fun little scheme they concocted where Zara threatened to walk from negotiations and Alistair was going to just let them. Long story. Might do a ficlet one day.) (Bioware can pry a Queen Amell from my cold, dead hands.) Zara and Cullen's son, Lyam, eventually married Honoria and Alistair's daughter, Sophie! So within my canon my first three protagonists are all technically related!
2. What would your Hawke generally think of your warden and your Inquisitor?
Cal loves and respects her cousin greatly. She thought she and Carver were all that remained of the Amell name, so it was like a fresh start when she found out they were related. She definitely thinks Honoria needs to lighten up a little bit, however.
Cal really feels for Zara, since Corypheus was her responsibility first. They became fairly good friends during Cal's involvement with the Inquisition. But she felt a bit of relief it wasn't her they put in charge, and thinks Zara's the better fit.
3. What would your Inquisitor generally think of your Warden and your Hawke?
Zara is more or less in awe of Honoria. She was thirteen when the Fifth Blight ended and had heard the stories of the Circle mage who became Ferelden's savior. She's glad to count her as a friend after ending the Inquisition.
She'd read the copy of The Tale of the Champion that was smuggled into the Ostwick Circle, so she was very familiar with Varric's version of Cal. Zara finds her humor a little juvenile, but welcome considering the darkness of their misadventure.
4. What do they think of each other's love interests?
Starting with Alistair: he and Cal have a similar sense of humor, so they get on very well. She likes that he treated Honoria the same despite being king. Zara finds him strange at times, but she sees similarities to Cullen and likes him well enough.
For Fenris: Honoria initially doesn't know what to think of him. She'd read Varric's book and heard of mistrust of mages, but after a bit of sparring (she's an arcane warrior and uses a sword) they developed a strong respect for one another. She also thinks that he ground Cal. Zara was a little afraid of his reaction following Cal's decision to go to Weisshaupt. But when they met a few years later, she was surprised how grateful he was that Cal survived Adamant. They're friendly after that, and start up a long distance book club over letters with several other friends.
Finally Cullen: there's always a small undercurrent of weirdness between him and Honoria, even after she returns to Ferelden. She's glad he's found someone after so long. She teases him constantly when their kids get engaged. Cal never lets go of a small nugget of distrust of him, but she's grateful that he mellowed out after she left Kirkwall.
#honoria amell#calliope hawke#zara trevelyan#the last question got a little loaded lmao#but this was fun!!
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Male Warden/Morrigan (Origins) Female Warden/Alistair Theirin (O) Hawke/Fenris (2) Hawke/Anders (2) Inquisitor (Maha'anon Lavellan*)/Scout Lace Harding (Inquisition) Male Inquisitor/Dorian Pavus (I) Male Inquisitor/Cassandra Pentaghast (I) Dorian Pavus/The Iron Bull (I) Blackwall/Josephine Montilyet (I) Varric Tethras/Cassandra Pentaghast (I) Male Elf Grey Warden Rook (Kione Thorne*)/Emmrich Volkarin (Veilguard) Lucanis Dellamorte/Neve Gallus (V) Antoine/Evka (V)
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Stolen Glances
Time for Day 8 of the 14 Days of DA Lovers by @14daysdalovers!Â
Prompt: Stolen Glances Pairing: Cal Hawke/Varric Tethras (pre-relationship) Summary: The Champion has long since given up on Varric loving him back, but canât help looking.
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âCal. Youâve got to stop this. Itâs depressing.â Isabela sighed. âYouâre spoiling my ale with your sour face.â
Cal scratched awkwardly at the stubble on his face. âYou donât have to drink with me, you know.â
âOh, believe me, I know. â she smirked. âUsually, though, youâre a much better partner to drink with.â
âIâm a sad drunk, Bela. Donât you know that?â Cal grunted. He stared again over his shoulder at Varric, who was talking to Mila and lovingly stroking his crossbow.
Cal had long since given up on his feelings being returned. But that didnât stop his hopeless pining. He cast a last longing glance over at Varric before turning away.
He would just have to be content with stolen glances.
âVarric. Why donât you just tell him?â Mila whined. âIt would make you both so much happier.â
Varric gave a shrug into his ale mug and took another swig. âItâs impolite to interrupt a drinker when you donât have a drink yourself.â
âYou made that rule up.â Mila protested. âAnd besides, you need to stop living in the past. Look at the future you could have.â
But Varric only stroked Bianca, imagining it was Cal in his arms and smiling at him. âSorry, Stacks, but Biancaâs the only one Iâm good enough for.â
And just for a moment, he let himself hope, and turned in his seat to glance at Cal... but the man was drinking with Rivaini, and all Varric saw was the back of his head.
He would have to be content with stolen glances.
#14DALovers#dragon age#cal/varric#stolen glances#my ocs#my writing#cal hawke#varric#look at each other you dummies#omg
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@bigfan-fanfic won second place in my blog giveaway! Big thank you once more for being so incredibly kind and patient with me filling this as my health has been up and down.Â
He entrusted me with his wonderful OC Cal Hawke, and asked me to write this great idea with him and Varric. Thank you for trusting me with Cal and for always being such a big support! <3
The fic is under the cut, and Iâll also be linking below for those of you who have Ao3 accounts and would like to read it there :)
Rainy Days | Cross-posted on Ao3 | Cal Hawke/Varric Tethras | DA - Post DA:I | Explicit - sex, oral, all that fun stuff | 18+ only, please!
   Kirkwall was dreary. What Varric had hoped would be a sunny day off had swiftly turned into an onslaught of dark, grey clouds and heavy rain, all but ruining his plans. Or, so he thought. The viscount had quickly come up with an alternative plan to his outdoor picnic with Cal - namely, bringing it indoors. It wasnât that far off from the original plan, he thought: a picnic blanket conveniently relocated near the hearth in their room; enough sandwiches and sweets to last them hours; a bottle of some fancy wine a noble had recently gifted to the viscount in hopes of gaining favor for the his new business endeavor; and, most importantly - no work, no one bothering them, just the two of them, alone.Â
âIs our dear Viscount going crooked?â Cal teased as Varric offered him a filled cup of wine. The two of them sat on the blanket near the hearth, the crackling of the logs doing its best to drown out the sound of rain bouncing off the glass pane of the windows. Varric and Cal sat close to one another, their fingers overlapped when they werenât otherwise occupied with their food. âAccepting bribes in exchange for favors?â
âHey, I never said Iâd give him the favor,â Varric said with a toothy grin. âHe would have gotten the permit for his new fancy shop in the first place. Nothing wrong with letting him think heâs getting special treatment.â
âI suspect all criminals have said that at one point in time.â
âIf I start turning to a life of crime because some noble gave me a bottle of wine, Iâll let you personally turn me in. Howâs that sound?â
âWho says Iâd want to turn you in?â Cal smirked. His pinky moved absentmindedly over Varricâs fingers, slowly stroking the tips of them as he took a drink. âMaybe I like the free wine.â
âCareful, Waffles. As Viscount, Iâm probably expected to turn over devious criminals to the authorities, even if theyâre as good looking as you.â
âYouâd turn me in?â Cal scoffed mockingly. Varric nodded, his smirk giving away the playful nature to his response as he sipped from his own cup.
âIt wouldnât be easy, you being all tall and all,â Varric said. âIâd probably have to tie you up, the way we did that Orlesian grey warden that one time, and drag you in.â
Cal began laughing, though Varric easily noticed the way it slowly tapered off as Cal began staring at the sandwich on his plate in thought, the way his pinky slowed to a standstill.Â
âWhat is it?â Varric asked. His eyes watched as a slight hue of pink began growing at the back of Calâs neck.Â
âOh, itâs nothing,â Cal mumbled before taking another drink of his wine.
âBullshit,â Varric laughed. Cal kept his eyes averted, all too keenly aware of how easily Varric was seeing through him. âCome on, Cal. Youâve got something on your mind. Tell me.â
âWell, itâs justâŠâ Cal took a deep breath, allowing it to slowly sigh from his lips as he nervously scratched at the tip of his nose. Varric was patient, absentmindedly focusing on picking apart a piece of bread to pop in his mouth as he kept his eyes on Cal. âI was thinking about that time you brought up, with the grey warden we had to interrogate. Do you think⊠Maybe you should practice a bit? I mean, your knots were a bit sloppy.â
Varric snorted as he shifted on the blanket.
âWhat, in case I have to turn you in? Or⊠Wait, do you mean⊠You want me to tie you up?âÂ
The red had completely covered Calâs neck at that point, spreading to his ears as he nodded and mumbled behind his hand.Â
âI think Iâd like that, yeah.â Cal tilted his chin slightly to glance at Varric when he heard no response. A devious grin had spread across the dwarfâs face. His eyes were travelling up and down Cal as if sizing him up while he stroked his chin in thought.Â
âWaffles, you surprise me more and more every day,â Varric chuckled. Cal relaxed a bit, dropping his hand to his lap as the interest became clearly apparent on Varricâs face. Varric began looking around, the light of the hearth reflecting excitedly off his eyes as he rose from the floor and walked over to the window. Cal watched him as he pulled the tie from the curtains, laughing from his spot on the blanket as Varric regarded the ornate rope in his hands.
âHey, donât laugh at me, Iâm making do with what weâve got,â Varric scowled with a grin.Â
âSorry,â Cal mumbled through a smile. âNot to step on your toes, but thereâs probably some downstairs.â
âYeah, but this stuffâs a bit softer,â Varric said. He took the second tie from the other curtain. The room darkened significantly as the drapes fell, and the light of the hearth now only accentuated the smirk on Varricâs face. âWhat kind of lover would I be if I left your arms all raw from shitty rope?â
There was a witty response somewhere in there, Cal was sure. However, he found himself unable to pluck one from his mind as he found himself exceptionally focused on Varricâs eyes. He had tossed the rope onto the floor near Cal, considering his options while he looked over the man sitting silently next to all their goodies.Â
âStrip,â Varric commanded simply. He held back a laugh, consigning himself to only a smirk as Cal practically leapt to his feet. Cal tried to remove everything at once it seemed, fiddling with his belt, his boots, all the while tearing his shirt over his head. Each piece got tossed far to the side, onto the bed, anywhere Cal could focus on as he tried to meet Varricâs demand as quickly as possible. When he finally stood naked in front of Varric, Cal presented his hands almost immediately in front of him, as one all too eager to be taken away. Varric finally allowed himself a laugh at Calâs enthusiasm.Â
âNah, behind your back,â Varric corrected him. Cal paused for a moment, just a second, before turning his back to Varric and pulling his hands together to face Varric. Cal could hear Varricâs steps on the wooden floor, each one slower than usual, building up tension as Cal waited excitedly for the moment it would happen. Then, there was nothing. Calâs eyes began wandering in front of him, searching for a shadow, anything that would give him some kind of a clue as to what Varric was up to. He began turning his head when Varric quickly corrected him with a, âAh-ah!â, and Cal straightened his stance to stare forward with a grin.Â
Varric took his sweet time. Cal was right, his ability to tie off rope wasnât anything special past his ability to tie goods to a cart. Still, his simple knots that wound around the manâs wrists and pulled them tightly together would be good enough to keep Cal from being able to wiggle out of them. When Varric had finished tying Calâs hands, he took a step back, taking a moment to appreciate his view in the warm light. The light of the hearth flickered off of Calâs back, accentuating every muscle, every mark. Cal shivered as he felt the tip of Varricâs finger running down his spine, finding himself relaxing into the touch. When Varricâs hand reached Calâs, he grasped the bulk of the rope, tugging roughly until Cal fell to his knees with a light thud.Â
âWhat would you like to do? Or, like me to do?â Cal asked as Varric began walking around him. Varric paused before he began looking around as he sensed Calâs nervous rambling beginning. âDo you want me to move to the bed? Or lie down? Are you going to take off your clothes? Should I - â
Cal was silenced quickly by a wadded up cloth napkin that Varric shoved into his mouth, just before placing his hands on Calâs shoulders and shoving him onto his back. Cal hit the floor with a muffled âOof!â, his eyes fixed on Varric with a sparkling glint. Varric chuckled as he stood back with his hands on his hips.
âAre you going to talk the whole time, or do I need to keep this in there?â He asked teasingly. He took a step forward, intending to remove the napkin that he had placed in Calâs mouth as a joke, only to pause as he watched Calâs cock rapidly growing before his eyes. âWell, how about that? You like being gagged, Waffles?âÂ
Varricâs voice was light, a chuckle working its way through his throat as Cal enthusiastically nodded. Varric shrugged with a smirk, leaving the napkin in Calâs mouth as he began removing his own shirt. Cal strained his neck to watch Varric, his eyes glimmering as he ran them all over Varricâs chest. Instinctively he began speaking again, only to be thoroughly muffled by the napkin.
âYouâll have to wait until afterwards for your comments,â Varric chuckled. He didnât give Cal much time to look when he slid off his trousers before he moved to the floor. Cal could only watch the top of Varricâs head, his breath heavy through his nose as Varric pushed Calâs legs apart and began kissing his way up Calâs thigh.Â
Cal exhaled sharply into the napkin as he felt Varricâs lips press against the birthmark high on his thigh. The viscountâs stubble tickled his skin, scraping against him as Varric nibbled on the mark and made Cal squirm. Cal found himself pulling against his bonds behind his back, half wishing that Varric was a bit worse at tying knots so that he could grip and pull on the manâs ginger hair as he moved further up.Â
The napkin may have been keeping Cal from talking, but it didnât do much to stop the man from sighing loudly as Varricâs tongue licked the tip of his swollen cock. It twitched at the contact, and Cal gasped sharply through his nose as he felt Varricâs thick fingers wrap around his girth. Maker, he wanted to say something, to praise Varric for the way he was stroking him, the way his lips curled around his cock and expertly sucked at him, but Cal didnât dare to push the napkin out of his mouth with his own tongue. Instead, he resigned himself to showing his affection through his muffled moans, his sharp breaths, the way his hips bucked upwards towards Varric as his hands tried their best to grip at the picnic blanket beneath him. Varric knew how to work Cal through and through. He had quickly become an expert while the two of them had made up for lost time, and Cal soon found his chest heaving while a steady string of moans vibrated in his throat as he came closer and closer to exploding when, suddenly, it stopped.
Calâs head shot up to find Varric smirking at him. His hand was still wrapped around Calâs cock, now at a standstill as he slowly relinquished his grip despite Calâs whimpers. Cal waited for Varric to offer an explanation that never came as the viscount instead stood and walked over to their nightstand. Calâs heart skipped a beat as he realized what Varric was doing - grabbing the small bottle of oil Varric kept in the nightstand. Varric poured some of the oil onto his hand, eliciting a controlled, deep groan as he spread it over his cock, and Cal felt his mouth watering.Â
âDonât worry, I wonât leave you high and dry,â Varric promised with a smirk. Calâs breath was heavy as Varric kneeled between his legs once more. Varric continued stroking his own length with his left hand, reaching his right between them and pressing a thick, oiled finger to Calâs hole. Calâs eyes fluttered shut, his head hitting the floor as Varric slowly and gently pressed it in. Cal breathed in short, sharp breaths, his own cock throbbing and twitching as Varric loosened him. Varric took his time, making sure that Cal was ready for him entirely before he slowly removed his finger and then pressed the crown of his cock to him.Â
Cal moaned into the napkin, his eyes rolling back as he took in Varricâs length. The feel of him effectively satisfied his need to have his own stroked - at least, for the time being. Varric may have been shorter than Cal, but his presence was never lacking. Cal found himself engulfed by it, completely overwhelmed by the way Varric commanded all of his attention. Varricâs thrusts were short, full of a strength Cal was sure he would be hard pressed to find anywhere else. Even if he couldnât kiss Varric through the gag of the napkin, he could feel his love, his care, his full and utter affection through every thrust, every squeeze of his fingers on Calâs thighs.
âFuck, Cal, you always feel so damn good,â Varric sighed raspily, making Calâs heart skip a beat. Varric brought his oiled hand to Calâs cock, and a deep, loud moan broke through Calâs throat as Varric gripped it tightly and began stroking it at a pace to match his own thrusts. Varricâs hips began picking up the pace, his thrusts just as controlled and steady as before. Varric could feel Cal tightening around him, could see the scars on his arms and chest stretch against his muscles as he flexed against the bonds that held him. Varric sped up his hand, thrusting into Cal sharply as he found himself eager to see his love come undone beneath him. Three more thrusts and Cal burst, his arms straining against the rope as he gasped into the napkin while his hips jerked. White streaked out of him, hitting Varricâs chest before coating his hand with the rest as Varric groaned and pulsed inside Cal with his own release.Â
Varric remained poised above Cal for a minute, his grip lessening as he breathed deeply to help slow the spinning of his head. When he was finally able to focus on Cal, he chuckled as he found the man smiling as wide as he could with a napkin in his mouth, face and body flushed with his eyes closed in complete bliss.Â
âShit, if I had known a little rope would get that kind of response from you, I would have tied you up a long time ago,â Varric breathed. He leaned forward and tugged the napkin out of Calâs mouth. Cal barely moved, seemingly content for the moment to just lie there. The two of them groaned in unison as Varric pulled out of him. The viscount leaned forward, kissing Calâs shoulder before turning him onto his side and undoing the tie on his wrists. The moment Cal felt the pressure release from his wrists, he sat up and flung himself at Varric, knocking him to the ground with a hug and passionate kisses that Varric eagerly returned.Â
âYouâre getting - Hey, Iâm all - sticky - â Varric tried to say through Calâs kisses.Â
âDonât care,â Cal mumbled against Varricâs lips, before slipping his tongue into the dwarfâs mouth and pulling him as close as humanly possible. Varric laughed against his lips, resigning himself to the fact that their chest hair would probably be stuck together by the end of it.Â
Thank the Maker for the rain, Varric thought to himself smugly. Who knew an indoor picnic would have been so fruitful?Â
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Writing Forum Prompt - Dialogue
Write a dialogue between two people who know each other, each taking the opposite side of an issue or problem. This should be a verbal dance, not a shouting match. The issue you choose should be something immediate and particular (like whether to spend money on a vacation or put it in the savings account) rather than abstract (Communism is going down the tubes). Keep it simple and emotionally close to the two people involved. The speakers should be equally convincing. That is you, the author, canât load the argument on one side or the other.Â
Objective: To learn to use dialogue to reveal character and human dynamics and to understand that speaking style says as much about a person as their behaviour does. Incidentally, you should also recognize that dialogue should not be used for the following: for lengthy exposition, to furnish your stage, as a substitute for action, and as a vehicle for showing off your own vocabulary and education. A false line of dialogue can ruin an entire scene.Â
Cullen stands in the doorway, exasperation barely concealed behind a slipping mask of patience, currently engaged in a staring contest with a much shorter but no less determined opponent. She has made herself an immovable object, seated in the middle of the floor with legs crossed beneath her, arms folded, face upturned and defiant.Â
âAlright, dearest,â Cullen begins, with no small amount of trepidation. âItâs time to put on the dress now.â
âNu-uh!â Ellie responds, plaintively, clearly expecting that to be the final word on the matter.Â
âNow now, we discussed this. You agreed to put the dress on for the parade.âÂ
Her eyes brighten and she sits up with interest. âHorsies!âÂ
âYes, youâll get to see lots of horsies. Donât you want to look nice for them?â
Interest contorts to disgust, as she sticks out her tongue and points imperiously to the offending garment, sprawled across her bed. âI donât like that dress.âÂ
Cullen represses a sigh. âBut that is the dress you picked.â Heâs not sure why heâs bothering, but part of him just canât help but point out the obvious discrepancy.Â
âNo more. I un-pick.âÂ
âWell, I re-pick.â
âNo Papa, thatâs silly! Re-pick is not a word!â
âWell, I suppose you have me there.â Maker save him, he was losing a battle of wits with a four-year-old. âI just thought you liked that dress. You refused to take it off all last week.â
âItâs stiff-ing.âÂ
â...Stifling?â Cullen corrects, behind barely repressed snickering.Â
âStiffff-ing,â she echoes, still not quite getting her tongue around that âlâ.Â
He lets her have that one, far too charmed by her mangling of the word to bother arguing. Maker knows who she heard it from - her mother, at first guess, though Varric is another likely culprit.Â
âAlright then. You donât have to wear that dress, but you must at least wear something clean.âÂ
The tunic sheâs currently wearing is in an appalling state, the victim of too many afternoons with mud pies and mabari-wrestling. But her scowl returns, and he knows this fight isnât over yet. She unfolds and refolds her arms more firmly, shaking her head no so emphatically it spreads to her torso, as her arms hug protectively over the soft and soiled linen.Â
But then an idea strikes him, and he leans forward, hands on knees, to bring his face closer to hers. She watches him, doe-wide dark eyes tilted up with interest, waiting for his next manoeuvre.Â
âWhat if I said you could wear my fluffy coat?âÂ
The light in her face might as well come from the sun itself, as she grins ear to ear at that prospect. Yes, heâd thought that would do the trick. How many times had he watched her sneak into Mama and Papaâs room, stealing away with the mantle that had once been his most defining feature in his years at Skyhold? How many hours had she spent shouting orders in a higher-pitched version of his Commander voice at Cal, while he wiggled his tail eagerly and she drowned in the many folds of fabric?Â
âBut we mustnât get it dirty, do you understand?â he cautions, treating this as a most serious issue.Â
Ellie takes her cue from him, nodding solemnly. âI promise.âÂ
âVery well. Iâm going to entrust it to you for the day then. Letâs get you something nice to wear under it, shall we?âÂ
âAlright!âÂ
He straightens, but not before lifting her up into his arms, and together they approach her wardrobe to find something that is both not âstiff-ingâ and also âniceâ.Â
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Attention:
I shall do my best to tag all Dragon Age: The Veilguard posts as "veilguard spoilers" for those who wish to block any info related to the game. If I miss one, feel free to let me know and I'll tag it. You have been warned.
Reprisals
So it occurs to me Iâve never actually created a promo post for my ongoing fic of Theresa Trevelyan, my Inquisitor OC. So here goes!Â
Reprisals is about lies. But itâs also about the truth. In very much the same way a shadow comes from light. The Chantry has told many lies. Theresa Trevelyan is merely one of them. They called her a heretic first, then a savior, then a prophet. She rejects the myth they've made of her life and her suffering. But more than this, she resents their erasure of the truth behind her rise to power. You think you know the story of the Herald of Andraste? Now you will hear the truth. With a little help from Thedas's favorite serial author, of course.
Set within a frame narrative of Theresa telling her story to Varric, who is writing it all down with the intent that the world will finally know the real person behind the stories. Reprisals is about lies and truth, yes. But itâs also about being seen. About learning to see ourselves, to look inward and find our own truths. About relearning who we are after the pain - not because of it or in spite of it, but simply after it.Â
This project started simply as a desire to get back into the writing groove after a long hiatus by documenting my headcanon story of DAI. And it kind of snowballed from there lol. You will see my writing change as it goes along, as I grow more comfortable with both Theresaâs character and my own voice. I hope if you choose to engage you will enjoy the journey as much as I am!Â
Reprisals, main series
Book One: The Rise - Begins with the gameâs beginning, up through their arrival at Skyhold and the naming of Theresa as Inquisitor
Book Two: The Reign  - Continues on from where The Rise left off, meant to go up through the end of the base gameâs events. Currently WIP.Â
Book Three: The Revelation - Has yet to be written. Is meant to cover the events between the end of the base game up through Trespasser.Â
While Time Remains
Currently WIP, post-Trespasser series. Theresa and Cullen begin their new lives after the events of Trespasser. A multi-chapter series meant to bridge the gap between DAI and DAD. Mostly focusing on the domestic lives of Theresa and Cullen, but with some tidbits of angst, smut, child rearing, action, and espionage thrown in. There are at least four planned arcs, and a planned end.
âTil Winterâs End - The first arc for WTR. After the events of the Exalted Council, Theresa feels adrift. No Anchor, no Inquisition, no home, and no left arm. What she does have are two clear points of reference. The first is her steadfast determination to stop Solas from enacting his plan to destroy the world. The second is in her husband, Cullen. At his suggestion, they spend their honeymoon in South Reach with his family for a long-awaited reunion, where Theresa begins to recuperate. But when all the bustle of duty and danger is gone, she is left with only herself, and has to relearn who that is.
The Black City - WIP, Picks up where TWE left off. Kirkwall is known as the âCity of Chainsâ. Its jet black walls feel like an appropriate backdrop for a site whose history is filled with dark and bloody deeds. It is also where Theresa and Cullen have decided to make their new home, now that the Inquisition has been disbanded. Together with Cullenâs youngest sister, Rosalie â an apostate and now Theresaâs pupil â and their mabari Cal, they make a valiant attempt at settling down and starting fresh. But the past will not stay quiet, and unresolved hurts begin to fester, spreading their corruption into the present, and possibly poisoning any future they hope to build. (fic banner created using concept art for Kirkwall, commissioned art by neonteeth with permission, and flycam shot found here)
Side stories set within the same canon
Swept Away: Set post-Trespasser, with Josephine Montilyet and Isabela as the main characters, with small tidbits of Theresaâs world state peppered into the background as passing mentions only. If you like Pirates of the Caribbean and Pride and Prejudice, and ever wondered what a story that combined the two would look like, then look no more! Josie/Isabela is a rare pair that I deeply love and think it deserves more attention.
350: A series of drabbles about various characters and moments within the DAI storyline, each one exactly 350 words. This was a personal challenge for me to help fix my at times overly-verbose writing.Â
Seeker, Itâs Cold Outside: Varric/Cassandra, trapped in a cave during a snow storm. No smut, just fluff and some humor, with some very strong hints at shipping. And vitriolic banter, because whoâre we kidding itâs the whole appeal of this pairing.Â
Fools (or, Truth and Lies): Varric/Cassandra. If you read the above story and thought, âokay but do they bang?â, this fic is the answer. (spoilers, the answer is YES).Â
The Catch: Theresa/the Iron Bull, set after Havenâs fall, during their time trapped in the mountains before reaching Skyhold. FWB. Smut as hurt/comfort. Some light D/s and sex-in-a-tent kinkiness.Â
An Evening In: Cullen/Theresa. Set sometime during Book Three: The Revelation. The Inquisitor's latest excursion has had to be delayed due to an impending winter storm. With forward progress stalled, Cullen suggests they take the chance to comb through some much-neglected paperwork whilst secluding themselves in her quarters. This unexpected gift of extra time together leads to an unexpected revelation for Cullen.
Just Missing You: Cullen/Theresa. The Inquisitor finally returns after an extended journey, eager to reunite with her love, but she and Cullen seem to keep just missing each other, pulled apart as they are by the endless tasks of Skyhold.
Morningside: Cullen/Theresa. Porn with feelings. Theresa awakens after recovering from a serious injury, and is in the mood. Luckily, Cullen is right there. Mostly some light-hearted sexy fun, with a bit of character and relationship development thrown in as extra toppings.
Fluffuary: Exactly what it says on the tin. This is where I post all my filled Fluffuary prompts that are set within the Reprisals world state.
Blood in my mouth, and the bitterness in goodbye: f!Warden Cousland/Leliana. Leliana-focused story, takes place in between Origins and Awakening. Sort of a prologue for her story in Reprisals.
Fiercely Perish: You want Die Hard in Thedas? I got your Die Hard in Thedas! Sort of a crack fic, but also just a fun time.Â
Theresa Trevelyan in other stories
The Storm Within: Part of DAFF serverâs OC exchange event, written by @lalaenwrites. Theresa meets a Dalish Keeper with whom she seemingly has nothing at all in common... until they find common ground.Â
Clearing the Field: Another OC exchange fic, written by MakjangCandy. Theresa and Cullen navigate a field of glyphs, both literal and figurative, together.
Silk & Steel: Another OC exchange fic, written by Gynedroid. The Inquisition has been disbanded, and the mark is gone. That means the Inquisitor's job is over, right?Well, not quite. Theresa Trevelyan will never turn her back on those who need help, particularly the mages she fought so hard to save. She no longer has the armies of the faithful at her back, or some of the best spies and diplomats the realm produced. Â She has nothing but words at her disposal to persuade the famously iron-willed Queen Anora. Let it be enough.
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Corny Combat Dialogue: OC Edition
One of my favorite parts of playing Dragon Age is when all the companions start yelling. So I started a list of weird things my OCs might yell.
Cal the Canary
[Combat]
"Incoming!"
"We've got company."
"Cut them down!"
"Come on then!"
"Right, they're coming at us now."
"Was this part of the plan?"
"Horsefeathers!"
"Whoops, watch out for that one."
"I've got your back!"
"You should've run when you had the chance!"
"First time?"
"I'm going to hit you now!"
"My arms don't have the reach."
"I can't hold them much longer!"
"I'm feeling a little peaky."
[Low Health/KO]
"Andraste's arse, Anders!"
"Merrill - not good!"
"Get up, Isabela! Pretty please!"
"How'd they best Aveliene?"
"They got Varric!"
"Oh no, there goes Sebastian."
"No, Bethany! You'll regret that, you bastards."
"Fenris! Not while I live!"
"Hawke! Hold on, Hawke!"
"Fall back, Hawke!"
"Get to Hawke."
[Locks/Interactions]
"I'm stuck...(Again.)"
"I walked into a trap."
"There's a trap over here! You'll never guess how I know."
"Oh, bother."
"I'm not the one to ask for that, sorry."
"Why don't you let me take a try?"
"There you go."
[After Combat]
"Everyone here?"
"I felt braver when they were trying to kill us. Now they're just...on the ground, aren't they?"
"Maker, what a mess."Â
"That was fun. Let's never do it again."
"Hawke, have you ever thought of staying in? With a hot drink or something?"
Arden TrevelyanÂ
[Combat]
"Be ready."
"Don't try me."
"Pray that you come back stronger in the next life."
"Is this how you thought you'd die?"
"Do not fear the pain - it is your teacher."
"Not today!"Â
"Stop sniveling."
"I'll break your skull."
[Low Health/KO]
"Seeker! The Maker does not will it!"
"Don't touch them!
"No, it's not his/her time!"
"Sera! Shit!"
"Bull! Gods."
"Ah, Solas is taking a nap."
"Dorian - no! You will not take him!"
[Locks/Interactions]
"Let us meet this moment with quiet contemplation."
"Fuck! More demons."
"Don't ask me where I learned to do that."
"I've been told I have nimble fingers."
"Blasted - shit assed - what bloody arsehole?!...And praise be to Andraste. Sorry."
[After Combat]
"Is everyone alright?"
"It's done. For now."
"May the Maker show us mercy."
"Take a breath if you need it."
"Let's move on."
Celeste TrevelyanÂ
[Combat]
"They're coming this way!"
"There are things worse than death! I think."
"That hurt."Â
"Ow!"
"Back to the shadows!"Â
"I don't fear you!"
"Take that! And that!"Â
"Got one! Did you see?"
"I don't feel so good."
[Low Health/KO]
"Cole! I won't let them hurt you!"
"Wait, Solas fell!"
"I think Vivienne's hurt."
"I have to help Varric!"Â
"Blackwall - Get up! Victory!"
"I need to help them!"
[Locks/Interactions]
"Why won't it open...?"
"I don't want to do that."
"No?"
"I guess so."
"Aha! It's not so tricky."
[After Combat]
"Is it over?"
"I think I'm ready to go."
"Yuck."
#some of these aren't 100% unique#but i hope most of them are?#maybe there is a finite number of yellable things#in summary#Cal = WHOOPS#Arden = F-Bombs#Cece = Yuck#(also she's pretty quiet)#oc: cal the canary#oc: celeste trevelyan#oc: arden trevelyan#my ocs#dragon age ocs#dragon age#ALSO#please let me know if there is something weird your OC yells
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DA4 thoughts:
I'm really bad at putting my thoughts into words and I am still fairly new to this fandom so I'm sorry
-cullen is nice, but I dont want him to be a major player (lol) in this game, like I know he isnt gonna just gonna sit back and relax the whole time, but him doing shit in the background would be perfect. This is coming from someone who's main canon inquisitor romanced him, I like the man, he is not perfect, but I feel like his arc is done
-i have mixed feelings about seeing solas, but like, I'm worried for my solasmanced lavellan. ashalle is gonna be so depressed I'm://///
-i want to see calpernia, if you told her about corphyface's plan to use her as a vessel and didnt kill her and sent her back to tevinter, shes such an awesome character.... how cool would she be as a companion I'm just brain shitting rn. Some interaction between cal and dorian would be so cool . đđđ bonus points fenris đđ
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-i need zevran. I need him back, I miss him so much. I want him and my warden to come back but we saw what happened to our hawke's in inquisition. I cant do that again.
-im of the few who kinda want a romance with varric đđ»đđ» but like, I'm not gonna be super sad if not. I get it I get it
-GIVE US BETTER HAIRSTYLES PLEASE. We had like 33 bald and shaved hairstyles. Grab your reward bioware, you've earned it
-holy shit qunari lady (wife? I dont remember what we are calling her sorry) I really hope we get to have a well written romance, it's what we deserve
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#prolly gonna add more later but i just woke up so#da4#dragon age 4#cullen rutherford#inquisitor trevelyan#inquisitor lavellan#lavellan#solas#dread wolf#zevran#tabris#fenris#dorian pavus#calpernia#hero of ferelden#hawke#varric tethras#bioware
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