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text overlaid atop the dragon age logo that reads “@hoehoehoelt is a total sweetheart and absolutely hilarious. They always go out of their way to try to brighten others’ days, and always encourage people to talk more about their OCs- whenever an ask meme goes around, they’re always one of the people to send in prompts and remind everyone that others want to learn more about their OCs, which is a rare find. They’re wonderfully encouraging and an awesome friend to have- and their OCs kick major ass, too!”

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Your art is so beautiful omg and I love Karonis

Thank you!Roni is shy, but I think he loves you too now

[hurl-a-can]

Hello yes I’m just awkwardly dropping in to say ily and all your oc’s

Thank you!

[red-wardens]

Red Warden Squad - Superhero AU

Decided to turn it into a meme in case anyone else wanted to try it.

Tagging: @dickeybbqpit @chillyrose @ironbullsmissingeye @heraldofwho @mightofthedalish @deadlymaelstrom @space-vashoth @biserker-kadan @mocha-writes and @hoehoehoelt (you, lol cuz you sent the ask)

Rules: No rules, just get creative. Give them a costume or backstory or nemesis, a superhero name, whatever you want just go wild my dudes 

So, my OC’s with Superpowers:

Blue Surana: More of a rarely spotted vigilante than a hero, not much is known about “Phantom”. She (presumed to be a she, but who knows) only appears at night and, completely coincidentally, never during midterms or finals week of Tel Aviv’s medical school. Dressed in an all white hooded cloak with a conservative and gender-ambiguous outfit, a white mask covering the top half of her face, and a white scarf covering the lower half. Phantom has been spotted phasing through walls, floors, and actual people, leaving them hypothermic and incapacitated in a temporary state of absolute terror. She will do this through criminals trying to rob or attack citizens and, while they're cowering and shivering on the ground, will tie them up for the Israeli police to collect. She has never been known to speak a single word to anyone ever and some believe she is only a myth.

Isseya Mahariel: Olympic Gold medalist in Archery (think Green Arrow, Hawkeye, Artemis, etc) and former police candidate from Kenya, “The Blight Wolf” is known for her unmatched skill with her bow, swift and agile acrobatic skills, and.. for the pack of terrifying shadow wolves that she can summon to fight alongside her. She is also known for her ever-changing and highly fashionable black outfits. 10 years ago, young Isseya Mahariel approached the United Nations with a proposal. Since then, the UN has established a team of well-paid super heroes known as Grey Wardens (as in neutral enforcers of the law) to help take care of world problems. While details about their terms and conditions are classified, leaked information include that the UN can be selective about the countries and private businesses they send the heroes out to help, heroes in the Grey Wardens may not use their powers for their own crime fighting agenda, and that The Blight Wolf demanded to be leader of this team.

Alyss Amell: Under the alias “Chell", referencing an underappreciated 2007 video game, a young French woman joined the UN’s Grey Wardens in their non-combatants division. Her skills of opening portals (think Dr. Strange, kind of) to places near and far have dramatically increased crisis response times. She’s also involved in civilian evacuation. 

Kieran Tabris: Blessed with super speed (The Flash, Quicksilver, etc) yet still always late for everything, “빨리이” (translated into “Quick Lee”) is the first superhero from South Korea to rise to world wide prominence. Highly skilled in taekwondo and mixed martial arts, “빨리이” has a very hands on approach to beating bad guys. When asked why he will not join the Grey Wardens, his answer was translated to: “My mom said no,”.

Ronan Aeducan: “King Midas" is neither a hero nor villain, but a wealthy information broker that officially ‘doesn't exist’. That certainly doesn't stop him from selectively selling information to heroes, villains, the UN, and occasionally governments, companies, and world leaders. Known: King Midas has never been seen in person, has proved to be impossible to track, and is despicably wealthy. Items confiscated from black markets in the form of mundane objects made out of solid gold are rumored to have come from him. No further information available.

Nora Brosca: “Nova Riche” is an energetic and destructive redhead thief known to steal from the very rich. Her somewhat unstable nuclear-electricity powers (which can cause radiant bodily harm, act as EMP rendering electrical equipment useless, and be used to perform impressive light shows) and her M.O. of shrouding herself in impossibly perceptible bright light (staring at her for more than a few seconds has been known to cause substantial eye damage and even blindness) has made her very difficult to take into custody. Many poor families and homeless in slums all over the world have been known to come into a generous amount of money shortly after each heist. This has made the “villain” impossible to hunt down due to worldwide sympathetic supporters of her “Robin Hood” cause. She originates from Germany, owns a tumblr with an impressive follower count, and has been rumored to occasionally work with King Midas.

Cassian Cousland: Force field generator and gunslinger, “El Doggo”, was named by a teen who saw him save a dog from being hit by a car using a force field that caused several non-fatal  car accidents, made him into a meme on tumblr.  After which El Doggo apologized for the cars and laughed about the name in a press conference before, in a good-humored fashion, accepting his moniker. He is known all over Mexico for fighting crime, saving people from crumbling/fiery buildings and assisting local police in crime busts with gangs and drug cartels. In recent years he's been repeatedly offered a position by the UN’s Grey Wardens but has refused to be paid for his service or be told who he can and cannot help. He continues traveling and protecting people in low income cities throughout Mexico and is their national hero. 

Claira Hawke: “Red Running Hood", once believed to be a speedster like “ 빨리이”, was later confirmed by English investigators to be a time manipulator. Her ability to slow time was first noticed during a terrorist shoot out where London police noticed a woman in a red hood running towards them. In a later interview, an officer stated that they blinked and suddenly all the terrorists were disarmed, their guns on the floor by the cop cars. On security footage, M16 later discovered she had frozen both police and terrorists briefly in a sort of time stasis before running to take away the guns and then fleeing the scene. On a tumblr blog, presumed to be Red Running Hood’s, she states that she mostly just uses her powers to “get more sleep”, “give herself more time to procrastinate studying", and “prevent being late to dates with her boyfriend". She has also insisted she “really doesn't want to be a hero", “just helps out if she's passing by", and begs “please stop calling me Red Running Hood, it is not even clever!”. She follows Nova Riche on tumblr but awkwardly never got a follow back.

Helios Adaar: Celebrity hero “Icarus" is the most prominent solo hero in the United States of America (though he is also known in many other countries though he has aided). Known for his large angel-like wings, near invulnerability (bulletproof, fireproof), and the ability to shoot fire from his hands, he is a fearsome foe for many super-villains. He is also known to be incredibly charming and often does press interviews after saving the day. Icarus has refused offers from the UN saying he does not like having other people restricting his personal freedom to “do whatever he wants”. The USA approves and supports his stance on this.

[aly-the-writer]

“But I want to hear you sing.” - Van and Nico? ^^ ❤️

Heya, so this took forever to write. ^^’ Thank you for the prompt! :)

Includes some mild swearing, and features a Tabris/Nathaniel Howe relationship at the end. I’m also going to warn for PTSD and depression, but there’s very little that’s explicit.

Also Nate is made to sing A Hero in Every Port.

The damage from the attack wasbeing repaired. Anders and Oghren had mostly recovered from their Joinings.Alistair had provided them some guards to replace their dead for the time beingbut their first few days with an Arling of their own were apparently goingquite poorly. On top of it Van was emptying his private funds into the repairsfor the Keep but that could only last so long.

Nico threw the door to his officeopen without even a knock – and Van spared the short tempered Dalish elf abrief glare.

Nico, of all the strange gaggle ofWardens, had been the most perplexing at Ostagar. The Dalish elf watchedeverything with a sort of almost unnatural stillness to him save for the occasional twitchof his ears in disapproval. And he had recognized how dangerous the smilingflat-ear was from the start, marking him for a murderer where most theircompany did not realize how bloody Van’s hands had been prior to hisrecruitment. Still it meant that Nico was one of the few people in the keep towhom Van showed his true face.

Bards smiled and charmed and weremade all the more dangerous for the lie of their harmlessness. It’d beenunnerving enough to find himself at Ostagar. Let alone with a feverish Dalishsnob seeing right through him.

“Here to volunteer for theWarden-Constable position?” he asked, mustering his customary grin to his face.

“You look like shit,” Nico informedhim, then held up a lute. “Come on.”

The new one that Alistair hadgifted Van following the Coronation celebrations. A way of thanking him forbeing the one to lead through the Blight. It was a fine instrument, higherquality even than the ones he had played in the Chantry as a youth, but it hadgone untouched for nearly three months, in fact the case to it had been shoved beneath his bed.

Van shook his head, “I can’t. Thisstuff won’t wait just because the rest of my waking hours are spent dealingwith the Darkspawn crisis.”

Nico frowned, “You haven’t touchedyour instruments since before Denerim.”

Since before he’d sunk his swordinto the Archdemon’s skull, so close to the source of the song that he hadpractically tasted the Blight music on his tongue as it rattled through hisveins demanding he listen, listen, listen.

Nico was wrong – he had tried. But the song in his mind, inthat quiet inner ear had been the dying cacophony that had deafened him, theone that had filled that week of restless dreams when no one was certainwhether he would wake or not. The sorrowful echo of memory, the dirge of adying goddess.

He had woken foggily, Morrigan’spromise kept and somewhere beyond his reach, forbidden from his gaze and carehis child would be born.

He’d been silent even duringChantry services. In his youth he had considered serving Andraste. Now his throatclosed and his jaw ached from clenching when he attended. When the funerals ofthose lost in the Siege of Denerim had ended he had quit going.

Nico’s ears twitched – frustrated,fed up, or maybe worried. This wasn’t the first time they had had thisconversation, and paperwork was not the first excuse that Van had made.

“Fine, have fun with your stupidpapers that don’t matter,” he said, setting the lute on Van’s desk so that hewould have to touch it if he wishedto be productive. At least to move it.

“Nico-”

“I am leaving you alone, Evander…”he stopped in the door way, ears flicking angrily as he glared back at the cityelf, “But I want to hear you sing so I will keep doing this.”

He stalked away. Not two monthsafter the Mother’s death, Nico froze as he heard the voice drift in from one ofthe out of the way walkways. That was Van’svoice, but not the way he sang in battle when no other option was left.

It was one of Van’s favorites, herecognized it right away, about a girl who fell in love with the moon and madeher presents to prove her love. Until the moon, returning that love, broughther love up to the heavens to live in her starry palace and even to this daythe lovers dance together, laughing in the sky. Van had sung in so many timesduring the Blight that sometimes the others who had been on the journey wouldcatch themselves humming snatches under their breath.

Peering around the corner he foundthat the out of the way walkway whose parapet had never been repaired after thesecond assault by Darkspawn had been claimed for a picnic.

Nathaniel Howe’s fingers were theones playing the lute, smiling a little as he listened to Van sing the song. Abottle of wine sat between them.

As the song ended Howe leaned overto kiss Van who laughed and gestured for him to hand over the lute, “Nuh-uh, it’syour turn. Let’s see if you know this one?”

Van stole another kiss beforestriking the first jaunty chords to TheBallad of Nuggins. Howe groaned – definitely recognizing the song –

“The blight was upon us, and wefound no pardon,” Nathaniel’s voice was lower and rougher as he sang and thefond exasperation at being made to sing the ridiculous song or admit defeat wasclearly there.

Nico rolled his eyes and turnedaway – those two being stupidly in love was annoying but it was nice to hearVan singing again. Even if they didhave that stupid shem to thank for it.

“Tripped up the Darkspawn, and nowhe’s a Warden!” Van’s voice joined Nate’s full of laughter and a good deal moreconfident. “Nuggins, Nuggins! For all in the Land!”

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Headcanon that MacCready sometimes picks up random toys to send back to Duncan

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Send me ���� if i come off as masculine!

Send me 🍓if i come off as androgynous!

Oof nice ;3 thanks

[ladymdc]

113 with Evelyn and Cullen? ^^

Thanks for the prompt! ❤️ 

113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?” 

Within Skyhold there were few reasons for her to worry. The fortress had a hundred comforts, and plenty more defenses even though not a single enemy had ever been observed in patrol range. That was weird, but Evelyn had gotten used to weird. What she would never get used to was the rare occasion her Commander was late.

She eyed the two Advisors in attendance. Josephine’s dark brows shot up, pen poised in innocent question above her ever-present clipboard, while Leliana’s steel grey eyes had a mischievous glint to them. Honestly, it was all the information Evelyn needed.

Glad it was something random, and not an episode, she felt herself smile. “I should just go see for myself, shouldn’t I?”

The Nightingale then giggled. “Yes, you should,” she agreed in her lilting Orlesian accent. Josie’s hand lifted, pen twined between her fingers, and touched at the smile tugging at her mouth.

“Right,” Evelyn drawled, slowly backing away from the War Table. She shot them one final look before departing.

The Main Hall was still relatively quiet. There were a few chevaliers milling about. New arrivals, but familiar ones from Halarmshiral. Thankfully, they were content to receive a warm welcome from the Inquisitor and let her be on her way. Beyond that Varric was missing from his usual haunt and Solas was high on the scaffold painting, so it was easy enough to slip from the keep and across the bridge leading directly to his tower.

The door swung into something, preventing it from opening all the way. It yelped. Cursing, Evelyn slipped inside and snatched up the little furball she had unintentionally whacked. The dark grey mabari puppy kicked all of its legs, stump waggling with excitement and tried to repeatedly tried to lick her in the mouth.

“Pbbt. Ick. No.” She held it out at arm’s length. “You’re cute but no.”

“Ev!” A sheepish smile flashed across Cullen’s flushed face. “Thank the Maker you’re here. I could use some help.” He pulled his hand from his nape to gesture around him in defeat.

There had to be a dozen puppies in his office. Using various pieces of furniture most of them were corralled off in one corner of the room with him, but they kept trying to escape. This appeared to be one battle her dear Commander couldn’t win.

She handed over the one in her arms. “Cullen —“ A slightly hysterical laugh bubbled up her throat when one started taking a crap by the west door.

He followed her line of sight and groaned. “Dammit.”

She patted his breastplate in sympathy then bent over to pick up the offender as he ran by. Cullen gave the roan puppy a half-hearted scowl before smiling and setting him down. While he pulled the ones trying to escape back into their makeshift prison, Evelyn went to collect the rest.

“Where did all these puppies come from?”

“The chevaliers from the ball you sent to rescue me from all those—“ he cut off, expression blackening as he recalled all the unwanted advances.

“Assholes?” She offered, picking up the puppy chewing on the sofa.

He snorted. “Thank you. I met them in the courtyard this morning when they arrived for a visit. They made mention of a gift. I had no idea; I just told them to have it sent to my office.”

Evelyn handed over the last one wreaking havoc. The other two were sleeping on his desk, of all places, and would be fine for the time being. “Well, I’m glad something good came out of it all.”

Cullen frowned then, the action slight. “Lots of good came from it thanks to you.”

“I meant for you personally,” she specified, enjoying the hint of color tinting his cheeks. “All I got was a bunch of marriage proposals.”

He reached for her as she stepped away. “Wait! Evelyn!” Cullen cursed under his breath and released her to tug a puppy back into the pen. While occupied, the grey one she hit with the door bounded out and laid down on her boot. “You can’t tell me something like that and just leave.”

Just then the west door flung open.

“Cole said you guys— Oh shit! There’s shit!” Bull laughed. The pile of crap had smeared into an unfortunate arc. Cullen made some sound that may have been a whine, but when she looked, he appeared ever much the same.

Within moment all of the puppies, except the grey one that had taken a liking to her, had been whisked away by the Chargers. Dennett was sure to have temporary space for them until something could be set up in the barracks. Once alone, Evelyn grabbed his arm as he walked past her to begin to put the furniture back where it belonged.

Cullen stilled, and said nothing. Evelyn scratched at the whiskers his hands had been too shaky to shave as of late. He relaxed into the touch.

“You know you don’t need to worry about anything like that, right?”

He exhaled then, slow and deep. His doeskin glove wrapped around her hand. He placed a kiss in her palm. “I know, love. It’s just—“

The puppy began to bark and growl at Cullen.

“Perfect,” he said laconically when it stopped the split-second he stopped touching her.

“Don’t worry.” Evelyn picked up the adorable thing. “He’ll learn to love you just as much as I do,” she said, ruffling the puppy’s ears. It licked her hand enthusiastically.

Maker help her, Cullen blushed. Ignoring the puppy’s little barks, she leaned up for a soft, teasing kiss.

Slowly working my way through my prompts ❤️ 

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1 and 3 for Ilya Surana and your Lavellan’s? ^^

Thanks for the ask!

[1: a trait they have too much of  (ex. too much pride = arrogance)]

Ilya: Anger. She’s been angry at things—the circle, thetemplars, the Chantry, even Anders every now and again when he runs off withouther and Jowan—for pretty much her entire life. She’s not… violent, and doesn’treally take it out on people, but she carries it with her and just simmers onit until she can get it worked out.

Elara: Pride. She doesn’t ask for help because she knows she’sstrong, and feels like she doesn’t really need other people. Other people need*her.*  For so long she’s held a place ofprestige and honor among the Dalish, and that sense of pride in herselftransfers into pretty much every other interaction. She’s rarely unsure ofherself because she takes great care to control things around her.

Shale: Also pride. She is sure of herself and her abilitiesas a powerful nature mage; after she learned to channel her magic, she became anintegral part of Clan Lavellan’s nomadic wandering, in that she wouldmanipulate plants and trees to build shelters and protective walls around theircamps. She is often flippant because she knows that she can rely on herself. Shemakes a point to be someone who adds to a given situation, rarely asking forthings or favors for herself.

 [3: a trait they express in the wrong way]

Ilya: When she gets really emotional, she gets superreserved and distant because she can’t trust that she can express them withoutreprisal. She’d lived in the Circle for a decade by the time she is taken tothe Wardens, and quickly learned that one shouldn’t be too obvious about theirfeelings, either because of fellow mages looking to get a leg up on her orbecause of Templars. Wrath, sorrow, both are largely repressed as long as shecan do it. When they *do* get to be too much to bear, she sometimes justexplodes. It’s a little hard to deal with, though, as she’s a mage and her magicoften manifests during these episodes.

Elara: Love. Not in a sense of she acts badly toward thepeople she cares about, but that she tries not to care about people at all inthat regard. It conflicts with what she knows about herself and her desires,and where her path has taken her so far. She grew up convinced she wouldn’thave major romantic relationships at all because of what she had chosen to dowith her life, as consequence of becoming the clan’s Emerald Knight and alay-priest of Falon’din. Doesn’t add up to having much experience in handling things.

Shale: How much she needs people. She often lets people walkout of her life or otherwise let relationships fade because she doesn’t want torely on people, particularly people outside the clan. She’s self-supportive, orso she thinks, and often takes rejection as proof of “see, you can’t trustpeople to stay in the long term.” She was adopted as a kid from parents who didn’t want another child, and takes that idea of no one wanting her as a fact of life, not an uncommon circumstance. 

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Character Flaws: ”The hell is wrong with you?”

[fearnotthedemons]

All the Hawke questions? ^^ 💖💖💖

thank you so much for the ask!! i love to yell about my kids

my boy is named garrett (bc i’m unoriginal), and he’s a blue mage hawke that looks pretty much like the default but with heterochromia and darker skin and freckles lol

Who was the sibling that didn’t die in the beginning? Did they later die in the Deep Roads, get arrested and sent to the Circle/join the Templars, or become a (reluctant) Grey Warden?

bethany died in the beginning, leaving carver to (somewhat reluctantly) follow garrett. he became a grey warden after the deep roads expedition went south, and even though it wasn’t by choice, he eventually grew into it. actually, he was stationed at vigil’s keep for a while and got to train under the hero of ferelden, which was a positive and formative experience for him

What was the Arishok’s fate? Did Hawke duel him, slaughter everyone, or let him leave alive?

hawke is about as diplomatic as they come, but he’ll cut a bitch to protect his family and friends. he wanted to make peace with the qunari, but was unwilling to do so at the cost of isabella’s life, so he ended up duelling the arishok. it was a hard-fought victory, but a victory nonetheless. garrett is a terrible patient, so even though anders fussed over his injuries and insisted he rest, he was back on the streets helping people the next day

Did Hawke side with the Templars or Mages? How do you think their sibling (if they survive) would realistically react? Varric? The other companions they had with them? Why did Hawke side with whichever side?

he spends the whole story freeing slaves, helping the mage underground, and throwing templars off their quarry, so hawke naturally sides with the mages even before push comes to shove. he can’t stand any kind of oppression at all, and he practices what he preaches very clearly for the whole city to see as an example. with this in mind, all of his friends (and what little he has left of family) are quick to stand by him despite any personal conflicting feelings they may have. he’s just this great big hunk of a man made out of sunshine and really nice hugs and righteousness, so it’s hard not to follow where he leads

Did Anders get executed? Was he told to never return? Was he welcomed back? Why?

hawke was sad that anders felt he couldn’t share his final plans with him, but he understood the reasoning behind the decision. for as soft a boy as he is, garrett hawke is a revolutionary at heart and welcomed anders back to the group with open arms and an open heart (also they were like halfway married at this point so there was a zero percent chance of anything bad happening to anders without hawke going red)

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13 forrrr Adair and anyone you want? Feel free to dm me about him! ^^ it’s always fun

Decided to write about Adair and Vallarevas Lavellan, my oldest Inquisitor (she’s 34 when Inquisition begins) so here she’s a bit younger and Adair is a child escaping Tevinter. Enjoy!

Based on a prompt game: 13. You don’t have anything to fear with me.

*****

The merchant caravan had wandered far too close to the place Clan Lavellan had been set up. This far up north, the hunters were nervous- slavers could be nearby.

Vallarevas had been tailing the wagon around the edge of the woods, waiting for them to take a turn towards the camp. They would eventually. She had an arrow knocked just for them, with a quick prayer for Andruil’s blessing.

The wagon stopped, and Vallare watched them curiously from the treetops. What was their play now? Hot headed as she was, she decided, screw the plan. Confront them directly.

The merchant walked back towards the cart, but Vallare dropped in front of him, aiming her arrow at his throat. He gave a satisfying yelp at the sight of her.

“State your business here, shem.”

The human threw up his hands, backing away. “I-I was looking for a Dalish clan, m'lady, I mean no harm-”

“Your people always do harm,” Vallare snapped. “Your people enslaved me, and thousands of my people!”

The merchant stumbled and tripped, landing hard on the ground as he tried to get away. He pointed at his cart desperately. Keeping her arrow trained on him, Vallare reached to remove the fabric that covered up the goods.

A little squeak came from the cart, too realistic to come from an animal. She turned and saw a young white-haired boy with pointed ears. He was startled, clearly, but stared at Vallare’s vallaslin with reverence.

Vallare could recognize that look: the fear mingled with the desperate sparkle of hope. The caravan had come from the north. This boy was newly freed, not unlike Vallare had been many years ago.

She lowered her arrow and turned towards the little boy, but was careful to keep an eye on the merchant.

“Andaran atish'an,” Vallare said softly to him, kneeling down to be eye level with him. “I am Vallarevas, of Clan Lavellan. What is your name?”

The boy sat a little bit taller at her gentle tone. “Adair,” he peeped.

“Adair,” Vallare repeated, letting a soft smile overtake her features. She remembered what the merchant said- that he was looking for Dalish. “Are you here to find a clan, Adair?”

Adair nodded eagerly and Vallare reached out her hand to help him climb out of the wagon. She turned to the merchant. “You did a good thing, shemlen.”

The merchant smiled and gave a little wave to Adair before climbing back on his wagon and heading out of the woods.

“Don’t worry, Adair,” Vallare said to her new little lethallin. “You don’t have anything to fear with me.”

The boy squeezed her hand in thanks, a bright smile on his face.

“Welcome home, lethallin.” Vallare lead him into the woods to meet his new family.

[demetxri]

Binch tell me about your oc’s all of them every little bit I’m fricking READY TO LOVE AND APPRECIATE

Aaahhh so sorry I haven’t answered this one yet! I honestly don’t really know what to say???? My characters are a bit.. uninteresting if you ask me. I have information on them under their tags; #Antares Meissa, #Adrastos Andreia and #Helia Lux.

Anyway, Antares tends to be a bit of a dick compared to my other kids, whereas Helia for example looks like a cinnamon roll and is an actual cinnamon roll. Adrastos on the other hand is just a scaredy cat, but mostly because he’s especially clumsy when he’s not on a ship or in water. You’d almost think the kid’s supposed to be a merman.

Uhhh…. More random facts? My brain isn’t computing very well so I’ll post them another time.

[hurl-a-can]

Just dropping in to say hi and you’re awesome ;D also Darragh looks amazing

Thank you!

[red-wardens]

💭 thoughts on Nico from any or all? :3 💖💖💖

Thoughts about Nikolai Mahariel:

Cassian Cousland: [smiling affectionately at Nico] “Look at him. Perfect Nico. With his perfect hair and his perfect smile.  The way his perfect hands draws his bow perfectly- oh!” [ blocks an enemy’s blow with his shield before striking them down. The battle continues to rage around the Wardens] “Ah, I should probably focus.”

In Modern AU:

Alyss Amell: “Nico’s dress was so cute today…I wonder if they sell it in baby blue..I should ask him. We can go shopping after Science Club,”

 (they’re both big nerds who love cute outfits xD)

Kieran Tabris: “Huh, Nico’s got some…interesting style. Wonder if I could pull of a skirt…”

Isseya Mahariel: [looking through childhood photo albums] “This one’s from the day that human on the school bus wouldn’t let us sit near him. Hmph, idiot. I was barely able to pull Nico off him… Never thought a seven year old’s fist could give someone a black eye. Good job, cousin.”

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For every 💭 I receive, I will write one thought my Muse has had about yours.

[aly-the-writer]

OC Interview Meme

Tagged by @hoehoehoelt. Pretty sure everyone I can think of has already been tagged so going to open it up to whoever wants to do this. :) This one is for my Tabris Warden, Van.

Van Tabris

1.      What is your name?

Van, but you can call me whatever you like. ;)

2.      What is your real name?

Evander Tabris, but really, no one calls me Evander. Except my Father, the Queen, Chantry Mothers, and Nate when he’s annoyed – which is frequently but besides the point.

3.      Do you know why you were called that?

I don’t know. Mom liked stories about heroes, I guess. My twin sister was named ‘Serena’. ‘Serena and Evander’ sound rather like the sort of stuffy names that legendary heroes would get saddled with, don’t they?

4.      Are you single or taken?

Happy to be taken. :D

5.      Have any powers or abilities?

Nope. None. Really, I am the most boring Warden you’ll ever meet.

6.      Stop being a Mary Sue.

HEY! Take your casual sexism out of here. There is nothing wrong with ladies who are powerful without having to bend over backwards to make themselves palatable for some snuffling shem asshat who has nothing better to do with his pathetic life than rain on other people’s fun. Nothing wrong with writers who use characters to express aspects of themselves so *rude hand gestures*

7.      What’s your eye color?

Hazel. Or gray. Or hazel. Or gray. Or hazel. Someone can never remember which one it is so it is in constant flux. Isn’t that beautiful?

8.      How about your hair color?

Ooooh, that one’s easy! I’m a red head. Kinda blond-red but still.

9.      Have you any family members?

Mhmm. There’s Dad and Shianni and Soris and Se………..I, uh, sorry. Serena isn’t around anymore. I also have a cousin that the Templars took away to the circle, Alim.

10.   Oh? What about pets?

I didn’t have any until Lute. Lute’s my Mabari. :D

Unfortunately, the traitorous hound found a proper Ferelden to adore instead. My own dog betrayed me for a Howe, can you believe that? Lute took one look at Nathaniel Howe and decided to love him more than me. D:

He also likes Sigrun better than me but I’m pretty sure that’s mostly about bribery.

11.   That’s cool I guess, now tell me about something you don’t like.

The Blight, brood mothers, Rendon Howe, the Archdemon, Darkspawn, the Architect, the Blights, the Taint….uh…there’s a theme, but let’s not linger on the unpleasant. Come on, there’s got to be something more interesting you want to ask me about.

12.   Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing?

I’m a bard. :D I can play something for you – or I would – but someone stole my instruments. >:| Apparently it’s depressing and creepy when the Warden Commander wanders around the walls in the middle of the night playing sad music on panpipes.

13.   Ever hurt anyone before?

Yeah. Not that I enjoyed it but I grew up in the alienage. I was a Red Jenny for a while before I became a Warden and I was a thief way before I became a Jenny.

14.   Ever…killed anyone before?

Pretty sure that last question answered that, but, yeah, of course.

15.   What kind of animal are you?

Oooh, that’s easy. I’m obviously a magnificent songbird! Hear my sing! La-lah-la-la~~

16.   Name your worst habits.

Pffft, I don’t have anything terrible. But to prevent any of the Vigil’s residents from giving a list thirty pages long I will admit that I, uh, flirt under pressure. Usually at inappropriate times. I flirted with the Mother not fifteen minutes after I had used nearly the exact same line on the Architect.

17.   Do you look up to anyone at all?

Not really. I liked the story of Garahel but I never planned to be a Warden so I never really looked up to him either.

18.   Straight, gay or bisexual?

Those are the only choices? You’re missing a whole range of people there! I mean, I’m bi, but still!

19.   Do you go to school?

I mean, I studied a bit at the Chantry when I was a kid. That’s where I learned to read and write. I had a nice voice and was fascinated with the instruments. Mother Boann thought that having me learn how to play would keep me out of trouble – and it did mostly, I certainly got into less of it than Serena, just not entirely.

I stopped going after the idea that I should go to Orlais and study at the Conservatory was proposed. Someone had to look out for Rena and Soris and Shi and make sure that Denerim didn’t chew them up too badly. It was kind of stupid of me to think me sticking around would be enough to protect them, looking back on all that happened.

20.   Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?

I always intended to marry a nice woman and start a family the way my father wanted me to. He wanted grandchildren, and I didn’t see anything wrong with that ideal – just wanted to pick my own wife. But then I became a Warden.

During the Blight I gave up on that dream…and then…I survived. I have a son, but I have never met him. I’m not even sure I can rightfully call him my son in these circumstances….

*shakes himself; laughs softly* I do intend to marry though – Delilah has been getting more and more plain in her hints that we need to set the actual date.

There’s an ongoing debate over whether we should have the state wedding the Queen wants me to as ‘Hero of Ferelden’ – a title, which, by the way, is entirely ridiculous, all I did was stab an overgrown lizard with a temper, that doesn’t make me a hero – or have something small here at the Vigil.

21.   Do you have any fanboys/fangirls?

Of course. Just look at me.

22.   What are you most afraid of?

What are you, the Aegis? To answer your question, I fear losing those I care about. It’s not a very unique fear, but I’ve failed my loved ones too many times, and I have lost too many of them.

23.   What do you usually wear?

*grin* Well, everyone loves a man in uniform.

24.   Do you love someone?

Oh, uh. *laughs* Yes. Yes, I do.

25.   What class are you? (Socioeconomic)

I was born in the alienage and now I rule a rather wealthy arling. So I think the best class for me is ‘confused’.

26.   How many friends do you have?

*laughs* Oh, I have lots of friends. It’s good to have Friends to watch your back, you know. Little f and big F.

27.   What are your thoughts on pie?

Tasty. Also I need some now. I wonder if I can beg the cook into making some today?

28.   Favorite drink?

Anything that won’t kill me is fine. I’m really not that picky.

29.   What’s your favorite place?

My bed. It’s warm and fluffy and the most dangerous thing in there is a sleep deprived Nate. And he’s way more bark than bite.

30.   Are you interested in someone?

I should hope so. Nate – Nathaniel Howe – and I are engaged.

31.   What’s your bra cup size and/or how big is your willy?

Wouldn’t you like to know?

32.   Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

Definitely lakes. Actually more like ponds, small ponds. Ponds are nice. I don’t care what Nate says waves are not fun.

33.   What’s your type?

*laughing* No need to choose just one to enjoy when all of them are wonderful. Oh Maker, I sound like Zev. I’m engaged to Nate though so I guess ‘brooding human with a bitter sense of humor’?

34.   Any fetishes?

Oh, plenty.

35.   Top or bottom? Dominant or submissive?

Both? And depends on my partner?

36.   Camping or indoors?

Indoors. Andraste help me if I ever have to camp again – and I will, but I would really rather not. I love having a castle. It’s wonderful and warm and there’s no threat of a bear coming into camp and knocking it over and eating my leg off.

37.   Are you wanting the interview to end?

What? Not really. I love talking about myself. Well actually I just love talking, the topic very rarely matters. I’m terribly vain, you see, and in love with the sound of my own voice.

38.   Now it’s over!

Does this mean I have to go back to being Arl and actually doing my job? Because I don’t want to – wait, where are you going? Come back!

[fadewalking]

The architect or Corypheus

Which character would my muse rather fuck: Send two names. // Not Accepting.  

Eh... The Architect. If only because Corypheus... makes me particularly uncomfortable.