#obliviousoso

[ohbloggerimagines]

Hey there! Cool blog you've got here, very nice writing =D how do you happen to feel about Hanzo? Got any headcanons for what you think it'd be like dating the grumpy archer??

LISTEN…….I LOVE MY ARCHER HUSBAND. He’s my go to defense hero after Widow! 

Dating Hanzo is sometimes like dating yourself. He doesn’t ignore you, but he often is off in his own world, or somewhere away from you.

When you do see Hanzo, he’s just as excited as you are. 

Though when he gets to stay home for a bit, he does fall into his grumpy persona and you gotta cheer him up, but thats easy for you.

“Y/N, Have you seen my bo-” “On the table. Stop leaving it there.” 

“Hanzo Shimada why are there so many arrows scattered around this household I told you to shoot outsIDE” 

This man loves his sake, but not as much as he loves you. 

Hard to get him drunk, but when you do, prepare for so many secrets being let out. Or at least what he thinks is secrets.

“You know.. I love Y/N.. But don’t tell them that! Sh..” “Alright Hanzo.” You have to giggle at his drunken flushed face.

Hanzo likes coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and planting kisses along your shoulders and to your neck. 

Gets very pouty and grumpy if he doesn’t get what he wants!! 

“Y/N, Where’s my sake?” “I drank the last bit last night.” “Y/N I WAS SAVING IT” “Go buy another!” instantly grumpy for the rest of the day.

Aside from his grumpy self, Hanzo is actually a love bug. Loves cuddles.

Won’t admit he likes being the little spoon.

Definitely won’t admit he likes cheesy cliche reality shows. Sometimes you find him crying over them.

“W-Why would you leave him, Jessica?! H-He was s-so good to youuuu!” You question if he’s drunk but no, just crying.

LOVES having his hair touched. Hands through it, being played with, all of it.. But only by specific, close people. 

Kinda protective but does know you’re your own person and can protect yourself, but if in public and someone glances at you in interest, he’s grabbing your hand, even if he isn’t one for PDA.

Talks in Japanese and you have to remind him you don’t understand it.

If you do, He will talk in Japanese a lot. Thinks it sounds nice, elegant.

Makes flower crowns with cherry blossoms. Or tries.

Very delicate hands, likes to sew and or knows how. Makes you little things.

Kisses all over! Hanzo loves on the tummy, shoulders, collarbones and hips the most. 

You’ll catch him staring, and sometimes you think he’s just looking off into space but no, his eyes follow you. He’s got this love struck look and oh god he loves you so much, even if he doesn’t say it. 

[silent-of-spirit]

Iced cafe mocha and Italian soda for the cafe ask :3

Thank you love

Iced Cafe Mocha: Favorite thing to do on rainy days?

Ohhhh I love to watch the rain. I will often open my window and listen to it pour down, and I love to read or write while it does so. I am so much more inspired when it rains. Rain is my favorite weather.

Italian Soda: Describe your dream date.

A picnic in the woods right before the sun begins to set. Wine and chocolate for dessert, talking about everything and nothing and cuddling close as the stars begin to peek through the branches

[darthsuki]

I just wanted to pop in and say bless you for knowing about Strange Magic and loving it because it's one of my favorite movies but no one I know besides my mom has seen it cx if you post your self insert fic I'll be sure to read it and will most definitely love it because hell yeah self inserts, hell yeah strange magic and hell yeah Hanzo (the ultimate husbando) Have a good night cool dude~ You're great =3

I’m sorry I’m late to respond, but thank you friend!! I totally feel the same about Strange Magic ;w; it was such an adorable movie and offered quite a lot of possible world-building for AUs or spin-off stuff, and I honestly thought the music and singing was an adorable parody to what we’re used to with Disney-like movies.

[thegayprinceponders-blog]

Howdy~ first just wanted to say I love your writing, this blog really makes me smile :3 second I was wondering if I could get some headcanons for the grumps 76, Reaper, and Hanzo with a super affectionate s/o, the kind of person who always kisses their cheek walking by or loves random hugs and cuddles and all the smooches and just has a lot of love to give all the time~

I'm so glad that this blog is making you smile! I hope that I can keep that up!

Soldier 76:-He wasn’t really prepared for someone that would show him as much affection as they did-Whenever they show him said affection, he’s always a bit shocked at first-though, it always does leave him smiling-It also leaves him in a better mood because he knows he’s going to get some sort of affection from them always-he becomes very in tune to their feelings due to how expressive they are-so he’s always able to tell when something is wrong-he ends up becoming a little bit less of a grump because of them, which he is thankful for-he has no idea how to thank them for loving him, even though they’ve said time and time again that he doesn’t need to thank them

Reaper:-much like Jack, he wasn’t prepared for someone that would show him that affection-when the relationship started, after all, he thought it was going to end rather fast-but when it doesn’t and they end up being together for a very long time, he’s rather happy with it.-he does know how to return the feelings however-he leaves them little meals for when they hungry-he also picks them up in hugs if he’s able-while he prepares to be cold hearted as always, he has room for them-he knows when it’s time to not be so serious and show how much he loves and appreciates them

Hanzo:-While he wasn’t looking for someone that is so expressive-he isn’t so surprised to find himself with someone like this-he constantly thanks them for being there and for showing him their love-at first, he has no idea how to really show how much they mean to him, or how much their love means to him-he figures it out after some time however-he starts making tea for the two of them so they can relax together (he even puts honey in their’s)-he also starts to set time aside so that they can watch some of those shows that they’ve been asking him to watch-it takes him time to become adjusted to the unconditional love that he has for them-but he appreciates every bit of it.

[5ftgarden]

Hello there, hope you're doing well today/tonight! How's about oc codex number 15 for any oc of your choice :3

15. a letter to your OC from a companion they haven’t seen in a while

Written in delicate script, obviously turned by someone who had lessons or was tutored at some point in penmanship.

Varric,

First of all, don’t get angry. I know it’s been five years since you last heard from me, but don’t get angry. We’ve been busy. I can’t go into much detail here, but we’ll be back soon, and Jo had better be ready to never leave the house because I miss her way too much.

If you’ve sent us any letters, we haven’t been getting them. Which again accounts for not having heard from Fenris or I for the last five years.

I hope Kirkwall hasn’t burned to the ground yet, and I hope you’re not Viscount because you’d fucking hate that job. Give Aveline and Donnic my best, hug Merrill, and make sure you  use the gold attached to buy Joanna something nice. Tell her it’s from Mommy. Tell her I’ll be home soon and after that I’m never leaving again. Two very angry warriors will be preventing that because what I need is to be HOME. For a good long while mind you!

Should be back before Satinalia. Wintersend at best. Say Hi to the Quizzie for me, and Curly if he’s still around.

See you soon.

Circinae Hawke

OC Codex Entry Ask

[drabblewatch]

Hi there! Sorry to message at such an odd time, I just wanted to say thank you to you before I go to bed. I'm super new to the overwatch fandom, like, I just found your series on Ao3 and read it all in two days new and I love it. Mostly though I wanted to say thank you for writing so many sweet, loving things. I'm in a relationship with a lot of care but no love on their side and it's just nice to be able to immerse myself in the fantasy of being with people who love me. You are so fantastic :3

I have plenty of things to say in regards to your relationship, because it should never ever be one sided, and you should never be in a romantic relationship if they’re not making you feel love (that’s the entire point of being in a relationship in the first place; many would consider such a relationship as emotional abuse as opposed to merely a horrible match), but I’m happy that you’ve found the blog as something to personally enjoy ;w;

[silent-of-spirit]

I am also curious about the circumstances under which Varric and Cassandra meet in this AU. Can we get a glimpse of that please? =3

@dadrunkwriting

Varric smiled and shook his head fondlyat the sight before him, eyes drooping in exhaustion. Only one of thetwo small beds in the dilapidated room was occupied- and by both ofthe room's inhabitants. Garrett and Marian were curled protectivelyaround each other, determined to keep the other safe even in sleep.One fraying leather pack sat on the opposite bed, filled with all oftheir worldly belongings- which didn't equate to much at all.

Kirkwall had gotten worse. Much worse.The slavers were getting bolder- taking people in broad daylight,letting blood run in the streets to show what would happen if youresisted. Varric and the twins had been smuggling as many people asthey could out of the city, onto ships promising safe harbor inFerelden- as of yet unoccupied. Apparently their Emperor had caughtwind of the growing turmoil in the Marches, and sent several of hisfastest ships to secret refugees away into safe borders. Good man,that one.

The Hanged Man was known as a haven forrefugees, and it had taken nearly a month and a half to see them allfreed from this pit. Even in the day, the streets of Kirkwall werenow quiet, the city emptied by fear, those who had not found theHanged Man fled instead to the other Marcher states. It was all theycould do. They had tried tosave the city, Maker's ballshow they'd tried, but Tevinter sent more men and they were crushedjust as he knew they would be. And now they had to flee. He loved hiscity, but there was nothing more he could do.

Heclosed the door gently behind him, careful not to wake Garrett andMarian as he stepped back into the hall.

“Varric.”He heard Brionna's tentative voice call him from the base of thestairs. He turned and chuckled softly, eyeing the white powder on herface and sleeves.

“Youshould be asleep, Honey.” He said gently as she ascended with asheepish smile, carrying a covered basket. “We leave at first-what's that?” The curiosity overcame him as she held the basket outto him with a grin.

“Somethingto ease our travels.” She said happily, tucking a red curl behind apointed ear. He gave her a dubious look- she was positively brimmingwith excitement. He lifted the scrap of cloth, face breaking out in awide smile.

“I'llbe damned. Honeyed buns?” He asked incredulously, a startled laughbursting forth. She had a smile so big it was a wonder her facedidn't split with the effort. “Where on earth did you find honey?”

Sheplaced a finger to her lips, giggling. “It's my secret, Varric.”He shook his head in disbelief. “Do you think Marian and Garrettwill like them?” She asked hesitantly. He clapped her on theshoulder enthusiastically.

“Youkiddin' me? They are gonna be thrilled.” She smiled brilliantly,and he envied her ability to find so much joy in little things. Shewas going to be a ray of sunshine on the road, he knew. He was gladshe had decided to stay with them- though part of it was forGarrett's sake. He had been making eyes at the girl for months. Theydeserved some semblance of happiness after all of the shit. Heruffled her bright curls, chuckling at her huff of amusement. “Goget some sleep.”

“GoodnightVarric.” She said gently, taking the basket and vanishing into hertiny room. His smile fell the moment she was out of sight, and helooked at the walls wistfully. This was his home,and he was leaving it behind- bare bones in a broken city that he maynever see again. It hurt. He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face,trudging down the hall to his own room, the door left slightly ajar.He narrowed his eyes for a moment- he was sure he closed it- but thebuilding was old, and it had probably just opened on its own. Straywind through one of the windows, perhaps.

Hepushed the door open, stopping in his tracks the the sight ofparchments and scrolls covering his floor. He pushed the door shutbehind him, reaching for Bianca under the pile of dirty cloth he usedto disguise her. He hauled her to his shoulder, heart beating heavilyand eyes wide, all exhaustion gone. He rounded the small corner,loading Bianca with an audible click that he knew his unwelcome guestheard.

Thewoman turned from where she was rifling through his travel pack,though she looked unafraid. She simply raised herself to her fullheight, imposing, commanding. She wore the armor of a Tevintersoldier, but the shield that lay against the wall bore the stamp ofthe Templar Order, a sect of the chantry long defunct, now findingbrutes and vagabonds among its rank and file, willing to beat downanyone who stood in their way.

Shedid not look like a brute ora vagabond. In fact, she looked regal, holding herself with aconfidence few possessed- especially when faced with the threat ofharm. Her eyes were sharp like the angles of her face, and she had aharsh severity about her, yet did not reach for her weapon.

“Varric,I presume.” She asked, her voice rolling and warm with a heavyNevarran accent. He narrowed his eyes, hovered his finger over thetrigger.

“That'sright, and this is Bianca. She doesn't like strangers.” Her gazeflicked to the crossbow he held, clearly unimpressed.

“Iam not here for pleasantries, nor do I wish you harm.” She saidsimply, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

“No,you just like going through my things, right? Making a mess?” Hedemanded, keeping Bianca aimed at the woman. “If you know who I am,then there is nothing for you to find.”He spat.

“Thereare people following me. Better for it to appear as though there wasa struggle when you left.” She said, as though that wereexplanation enough.

“What?”Varric asked incredulously, brow furrowed in confusion. She looked athim with raised brows as if it were obvious.

“I'mcoming with you.” She said. He nearly dropped Bianca.

“Thehell you are! What in the voidmakes you think I want a Tevinter soldier- a templar-come traveling with us?” He demanded. “I don't even know who youare!”

“Myname is Cassandra Pentaghast. I am from Nevarra. Yes, I was formerlyof the Templar order and Imperial military. I do not approve ofTevinter, nor its rule. You are my out, just as I can be yours.”She rattled each thing off completely deadpan. Varric gaped at her,and she sighed heavily. “There are soldiers huntingfor you and your Hawke companions. I pretend to capture you and wecan travel to Arlathan safely through Tevene territory. I am notsuspected of desertion, you and your friends make it to neutralground in one piece.”

“Right.And I'm just supposed to believethat? You could be delivering us straight into the arms of theEmpire.”

“Andif you choose not to believe me, you will be caught by morningregardless. They were not far behind.”

“OrI could shoot you, wake my friends, and set off now.”

“Andwhere will you go?” She asked him, cocking a brow. “There are noships at the docks and every avenue out of the city is blockaded.”

“Ihave my ways.” He said with a snarl, raising Bianca again.

“Please.”The word caught his attention. Her voice had softened, somethingsmall and scared lurking in the shadows of her eyes, though her jawwas set and stubborn. “I want no part of that life anymore.”

Varricpressed his lips in a fine line, narrowing his eyes. She could belying- was probablylying- and he should shoot her right now. But what if it was true?What information would she have? How many lives could she save withher knowledge? What had happened that made her want out? He clenchedhis jaw and squeezed his eyes shut, finger hovering over the trigger.He let out a growl of frustration, lowering the crossbow and fixingher with a heated glare.

Ah, shit.

“Fine.”He grunted, securing Bianca on his back with the attached strap.“Fine. Fine. One wrong move, and you're history.” She swallowedand nodded once, curtly. He shook his head and ran a hand through hishair, striding from the room to wake Brionna and the twins.

“Fuck'ssake, I'm gonna regret this.”

[silent-of-spirit]

Where's our favorite story teller, Varric, among all of this? What are his feelings on Tevinter's rule over the marches? And does he still keep the company of heroes like Hawke and the Herald?

Snippet snippet!! Hope you enjoy angel

Also @dadrunkwriting

The Hanged Man was busier than usual,with the citizens of Lowtown and Darktown flocking to it like abeacon in avoidance of the Imperium soldiers prowling the streets andalleyways. They were vicious- seizing people at random to sell intoslavery, and the economy was in shambles. Kirkwall was becoming evenmore of a shit-hole than it already was before all of this began.

The City-States had fallen to Tevinterone by one, their leaders hardly even putting up a fight. They hadjust handed them to theEmpire without a second thought, and it turned Varric's stomach. Itwas lucky that The Hanged Man was tucked back in a forgotten alley,the entrance fallen into such disrepair that the soldiers neverlooked twice at it. It had become a haven for the elves of Kirkwallin particular- as they were the ones most often kidnapped and sold.

Andraste'stits, he was tired. The twins were too. Marian had fallen asleep onthe bench they had chosen, head firmly in his lap and snoring softlydespite the noise. Garrett had wandered off to get them more drinkswith his usual carefree charm, but he couldn't hide the dark bagsbeneath his eyes.

It hadbeen a very difficultfew days. They had spent that last few months trying to uproot Teveneinfluence in Kirkwall- to send them back from where they came,striking from the shadows.

Theywere making progress.

Butthey were ambushed one night in the alleys of Darktown. Bethany wascut down without a moment's hesitation the instant she showedresistance. Garrett had roasted the Tevene soldiers on the spot in ablazing inferno, raging with power Varric had never known the manpossessed. Marian ran to the body of her sister, clutching her inhorror as she tried to stop the blood. Her bloodcurdling scream wasfilled with so much grief that it tore his heart to shreds, and itwas all he and Garrett could do to drag her away and get to safety.

Thiswas the first time she'd slept since then. He looked down at her withfondness and sadness, stroking her hair gently. He loved Kirkwall,but he was starting to wonder if it was past redemption. He had heardwhispers that Antiva had also been taken. With the influencespreading so far- how could they hope to take back their city? TheImperium would likely just send soldiers to crush it under foot atthe first sign of real rebellion, and then where would they be?

Hesighed and leaned his head back against the wall, letting his eyesslide shut. He wasn't the thinker- that was always Bartrand. Varric-well, he wrote stories and played at hero, and now Bethany was dead.Bartrand was dead. Leandra was dead. Tevene soldiers were tearingKirkwall apart to find them, even more so after the discovery of thescorched bones of the missing patrol.

Thebench creaked as Garrett settled back onto it next to him, offering afull mug of ale. Varric gave him a small smile and accepted it,taking a large swig. It wasn't good, but it was what they had beenable to smuggle in without attracting attention.

“What'sthe plan?” The mage asked beside him, voice low and quiet. Varriclet out an amused huff.

“Fuckif I know.”

“Wecan't stay here.” Garrett said, staring into his mugcontemplatively. Varric took a deep breath.

No,they couldn't stay. Not anymore.

[silent-of-spirit]

Alrighty! Most of these are going to be character based and to get started off I'd like to know about Zevran and where he is since, in the snippet with the ever lovely Harding it seems Teventer has taken Antiva and so the Crows. Where's Zevran, what's he up to and who is he with?

“So what are we supposed to tell theHerald?” The boy asked- she was sure it was the twentieth time thatday alone. She took a deep breath.

“How many times are you going to askme that? The answer will stay the same on the hundredth as it was onthe first.” Harding continued stitching the damaged leather in herhands, tearing off the tough thread with her teeth when the work wasfinished. She lifted it to the firelight, inspecting her handiwork asthe junior scout sulked over the pot of stew he was preparing.

She sighed and dropped the leather intoher lap. “Look, I'm sorry, but you came of your own volition. I amnot going to placate you with lies. This is dangerous- it wasdangerous when I was assignedthe mission. We may not make it back, and you need to be aware ofthat.”

“Ijust wanted to help.” He said sullenly.

Herface softened, and she gave him an apologetic smile. “I know, and Iappreciate the thought, but if you're going to be out here you needto know the truth of things. We are in Empire territory. I will doeverything in my power to get you home safely, and then Iwill worry about what to tell the Herald, but I just need you to beaware of the danger, okay?” She paused. “You have a good heart.”That got him to finally smile, and she returned it with one of herown before digging through her pack for the bowls she knew werehiding somewhere.

Therewas a shuffle of frantic movement, and she looked up from her bagcuriously, immediately diving for her bow a couple of feet away.There was a woman- an elf- dark of skin with scarlet hair holding theboy to her chest with a dagger at his throat. Just as Lace reachedher bow, a boot of fine leather pressed it into the dirt. Her gazefollowed the leg up to find another elf with a cocky smirk, shakinghis finger at her as he kicked the bow off into the shadows behindhim.

Shelooked between the elves, assessing the threat and avenues of escape-or likelihood of her rescuing the boy. Chances were veryslim all around.

Sheraised her hands in surrender, glaring up at the elf nearest her. “Wedon't have any money.” She said. He laughed.

“Curiousto see those so well armed traveling the wilderness.” He saidcasually, his accent immediately giving him away as Antivan. Her eyesflicked between the two of them again. The female elf was simplywatching, her air aggressive and threatening, dagger still pressedfirmly to the terrified boy's throat. Harding fixed the man besideher with a scathing glare. He crouched beside her, studying her faceand manner of dress. “You do not look as though you work for theImperium.”

Shesaid nothing, resolute in her refusal to give him information. “Wedon't!” Lace pursed her lips in irritation at the sound of theboy's voice, strained and scared.

“No?”Said the Antivan with some surprise.

“Tellthem nothing!” Harding said across the fire. The man tskeddisapprovingly.

“Now,that's not very nice. After all, we are friends, no?” He said witha predatory grin, tilting his head. Almost like a-

“You'reCrows.” She said, the realization dawning. His smile grew and hegestured to his companion who dropped the junior scoutunceremoniously to the dirt, sheathing her blade.

“Andyou are scouts of the Herald. I had heard of such looking to seek usout.” She gave him a dubious look. “It is my job to know things-and to find people, which I have done rather marvelously, might Iadd.”

“Antivais now a Tevinter territory.” She said slowly.

Hepursed his lips in apparent thought. “Yes, quite so. We had a...disagreement with our fellow Crows you may say.” Lace raised herbrows. “They wanted to integrate without a fuss, but my companionand I are not fans of the Imperium, nor their slavers.” He twirleda knife absently through his fingers, rising from his crouchgracefully. The boy was still sitting in the dirt, staring ratherdazedly between the two Crows. Their mission had fallen into theirlap.

“Iam Zevran, and my charming friend over there is Synnara. She doesn'tspeak much, but is absolutely terrifying.” He said with gusto,grinning heartily.

“Idiot.”The menacing woman grunted with barely a glance in his direction.

“Ah,see! Such charisma.”

“Whythe fear tactic if you knew who we were?” Lace interjected, voiceheated.

“Didyou know there are seven other camps within twenty miles?” He askedcordially, grinning. “We knew you were in one, but which?As it is, we are very sorry, aren't we Syn?” The woman rolled hereyes. Zevran waved dismissively, excusing her behavior. “What canthe Crows do for you?”

“TheHerald needs your help.”

“Ofcourse she does. Revolution does not simply come about, now, doesit?” He flipped the dagger in the air, catching it deftly in hisother hand, seemingly oblivious to the baffled look he was receivingfrom the dwarf.

“She?”Harding asked carefully. Zevran froze for only an instant,unnoticeable to nearly anyone else,but this was Lace Harding, and she was not fooled.

“Orhe, or they, or it.” He finished dismissively. “Though the amountof tact and cleverness involved in this grand scheme makes me think awoman is the hand behind it, without question.”

“Generousopinions you have, compared to many.” She said dryly, very aware ofSynnara's eyes boring into the back of her skull. Zevran laughedagain.

“Ihave met many fine women.” He said by way of explanation. “Butenough of this. Arlathan awaits, no?”

[silent-of-spirit]

For the romanced companions asks, 7 and 8 in the general and question two under Iron Bull for Liahra and Bull :3

Thank you angel

7. What is your Inquisitor’s favorite quality about their partner? Why?

Liahra loves how observant he is. He can see every outcome of every possible situation before Liahra even looked up from her mug- he could divine half of a person’s life just by looking at their fingers and the way they stood- and he knows half of their friends more intimately than anyone besides themselves do, just because he watches. As annoying as that quality can be when turned on her, she actually loves the fact that it prevents her from putting up a mask. it is very freeing to not have to worry about hiding. She can be herself.

8. What is your Inquisitor and their partner’s favorite way to spend time together?

*cough* Sex *cough* No, just kidding. Their favorite way to spend time together is wrapped in each others arms, just talking. They can talk about anything, and they laugh and smile. Sometimes they don’t talk at all. They just stay wrapped in each other and just be- no worries, no responsibilities, simply taking comfort in the other.

Iron Bull 2. Did Bull betray or stand by your Inquisitor? What was your Inquisitor thinking in the split-second before he chose to either help or attempt to kill your Inquisitor?

Bull stood by her, never an instant of hesitation in his mind. Liahra only had a flickering moment of doubt- the woman had commanded him as if she knew him- and she had worried for only an instant that he had not left the Qun after all. The guilt that wracked her after Bull refused the command was overwhelming. She had a long discussion with him about it a few days later.

[silent-of-spirit]

❤️ Give this heart to everyone you don't want to lose in "2017" including me if you care. Try to collect 12 it's not easy! Be honest and send this to anyone who made u smile this year🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫

Thank you darling

[silent-of-spirit]

Bajillion Question Meme

Tagged by @galadrieljones. Thank you!!

1. Coke or Pepsi: Ew. Neither.

2. Disney or DreamWorks: Both! 3. Coffee or Tea: Teeeeeaaaaa

4. Books or Movies: Books

5. Windows or Mac: Windows

6. DC or Marvel: Marvel! (Except for Jason Momoa as Aquaman. That may be enough to convert me to DC.)

7. Xbox or Playstation: Xbox

8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect: Dragon age (I am just not as into space and lasers and aliens as I am into forest and arrows and and elves.) (Galadriel said it best, so I am keeping her answer ;D)

9. Night Owl or Early Rise: Night Owl for sure

10. Cards or Chess: Chess

11. Chocolate or Vanilla: Both?

12. Vans or Converse: Neither

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar: LAVELLANNNNNN

14. Fluff or Angst: Both. Both both both. (BUT ANGSSSTTTTT. I LOVE THE PAIN)

15. Beach or Forest: Forest

16. Dogs or Cats: DOGS

17. Clear Skies or Rain: RAAAIIINNNN

18.Cooking or Eating Out: Cooking

19. Spicy Food or Mild Food: Spicy

20. Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Chirstmas: Samhain

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: Too cold.

22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be: Oh lawd. Invisibility maybe?

23. Animation or Live Action: Both

24. Paragon or Renegade: Paragon

25. Baths or Showers: Depends on my mood

26. Team Cap or Team Iron Man: Ohhhhh gee. Probably Team Cap.

27. Fantasy or Sci-fi: Fantasy all the way 28. Do you have three or four favorite quotes? If so, what are they? WAY TOO MANY. I can’t choose.

29. YouTube or Netflix: Both

30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: Harry Potter

31. When Do You Feel Accomplished: When I get any amount of writing done. 32. Star Wars or Star Trek: STAR WARS STAR WARS STAR WARS

33. Paperback Books or Hardback Books: Both

34. Handwriting or Typing: Typing

35. Velvet or Satin: Both 36. Video Games or Movies: Video Games 37. Would you rather be the dragon or own the dragon: Ooooohhhhh... own the dragon.

38. Sunrise or Sunset: Sunset 39. What’s your favorite song: I can never choose. 40. Horror Movies, yes or no: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

41. Long or Short Hair: I prefer long hair, but mine is currently short cuz it’s still growing from when I had to chop it all off. 42. Opera or Theatre: THIS IS AN UNFAIR QUESTION. Both.

43. Assuming the multiverse theory is true and that every story ever told has really happened somewhere, which one of the movie/book/tv show/game/etc worlds would you pick to travel to first:  Thedas, Azeroth, Middle Earth, Hogwarts, Tamriel. 44. If you had to eat only one thing for the rest of your life what would it be: Sushi 45. Older guys or young guys: I tend to lean VERY heavily towards older guys.

46. If you could erase any show from TV history, what would it be: No idea, lol. I don’t watch much TV.

47. Singing or Dancing: Singing. 48. Instagram or Twitter: Instagram 49. Lord of the Rings or The Hobbit: Both. Both both both both both. One does not simply choose between Tolkien stories. 50. If you could create either a sequel or bring back any tv show/movie, what would you choose: Eragon, but have it redone so it isn’t an absolute catastrophe that makes me cry and bring forth all the sequels. (I LOVED that book series like no one’s business. It was the series that inspired me to write. I had hoped the movie would give the story I loved life, but it was a disasterpiece.)

51. Who is your movie/tv show character that you are looking up to and why? Daenarys Targaryen, because she is strong and just, but can still stay soft and it does not diminish her in any way. 52. If you were ever convicted of a crime, what would it be? Probably sexual deviance. Actually no probably about it. Definitely that. 53. Anime- subbed or dubbed? Depends on the anime. I like Inuyasha and Black Butler and Fruits Basket dubbed, for instance, but there are others I prefer subbed.

54. City or countryside? Countryside. As long as there are trees.

I tag anyone who wants to do this!!! But also @ladylike-foxes, @tel-abelas-mofo, @5ftgarden, @makelovenotbloodmagic, @commanderlurker, @inner-muse, @obliviousoso

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20 Questions

I was tagged by @5ftgarden. Thank you angel!

Rules: answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better.

Name: Sarah

Nickname: Sairebear, Bubbles, Spirit

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Height: 5′2″

Orientation: Pan as fuck.

Ethnicity: White

Favorite fruit: Peaches

Favorite season: Fall

Favorite book series: The Inheritance Cycle

Favorite flower: Moonflower

Favorite scent: Sandalwood, leather, incense, dirt. (Pretty much any nice earthy smell.)

Favorite color: Midnight blue

Favorite animal: Foxes and Barn Owls ;)

Coffee, tea or cocoa: Tea, usually. Cocoa other times. Coffee, rarely. (It makes my tummy upset)

Average sleep hours: LOL WAT IS SLEP (<--- Garden said it best.)

Cat or dog person: Dog <3

Favorite fictional characters: Dorian, Cole, Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Bilbo Baggins (The Hobbit), Samwise Gamgee (LotR), Daenarys Targaryen, Tyrion Lannister (GoT), Azura (Elder Scrolls), Jaal Ama Darav (ME:A), First Arcanist Thalyssra, Ysera (WoW), (And I think I will stop there... too many.)

Favorite OCs! @5ftgarden‘s Lily Rutherford and Felicia Aeducan, @ladylike-foxes‘ Naele, @tel-abelas-mofo‘s Pangara Lavellan, @obliviousoso‘s Ollie, @ma-sulevin‘s Harea Mahariel, @thevikingwoman‘s Iwyn Lavellan. <33

Number of blankets you sleep with: Three. My sister described me as an ‘oven with the door open’ meaning I can’t stay warm for shit, but I am a furnace to everyone else.

Dream trip: Hobbiton

Blog created: Oh lawd idr

Number of followers: 234! And that’s after I blocked the porn bots. I feel so honored. =^.^=

I tag @thevikingwoman, @tel-abelas-mofo, @obliviousoso, @ladylike-foxes, @ma-sulevin, @inner-muse, @makelovenotbloodmagic, @bearlytolerable annnnnnnnd anyone else who would like to.

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I was tagged by @thevikingwoman to post my lock screen, last selfie taken, and the last song I listened to. Thank you!! Yes I know the date on my lock screen says September, but it hasn't changed since that night I saw Phantom on Broadway. LITERAL DREAM COME TRUE! Excuse my face. I like snapchat filters sometimes. And the last song I listened to was "Remember" By Josh Groban. I tag @tel-abelas-mofo, @varriccallsme-foxlette, @obliviousoso, @5ftgarden, @inner-muse, @makelovenotbloodmagic, @idrelle-miocovani, @commanderlurker. Only if you want to, darlings!

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I was tagged by @makelovenotbloodmagic to go through my phone gallery and find my aesthetic. Mine is lots of nature, theater, maps, kajira silks and bina (beads), and wax play! (Yes hello hi I am a wax top and I love it. Come to me for all of your wax play needs. Look how pretty.) I tag @tel-abelas-mofo, @ladylike-foxes, @inner-muse, @5ftgarden, and @obliviousoso! (Only if you want, of course.)

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OC Interview Meme

1. Pick an original character!

2. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were being interviewed for an article and you were the character/muse

3. Tag people to do the same: @inner-muse​, @jawsandbones​, @tel-abelas-mofo​, @obliviousoso​, @ladydracarysao3​, @thevikingwoman​, @5ftgarden​

I was tagged by @varriccallsme-foxlette​, @idrelle-miocovani​, and @5ftgarden​. Since I have so many OCs I will be doing this THREE times. Woohoo! 

Second up is Liahra Lavellan!

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

I have many. Liahra, Sunshine, Herald, Inquisitor, hey you, knife ear, rabbit... The list is nearly endless.

2. NO SERIOUSLY WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME

You’re no fun. Liahra of Clan Lavellan.

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?

My parents liked the name, I suppose. I never really cared to ask.

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?

Taken. Frequently.

(There is a sudden outbreak of whoops and cheers from elsewhere in the room.)

5. DO YOU HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS?

I wish I did. Frequently. Like right now.

6. STOP BEING A MARY SUE.

Would you care to make me?

7. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR?

Sometimes blue, sometimes green, sometimes both.

8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR?

Blonde.

9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?

Only... only what remains of my clan.

10. I SEE… WHAT ABOUT PETS?

I have a darling red fox I named Ellania. She was a treasured gift from Bull, and she is the little light of my life. Energetic hellion, but a light nonetheless.

11. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE.

Probing questions and pointless interviews? Wait- don’t write that down. Josephine is going to kill me.

12.  DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING?

I collect bottles. I quite enjoy reading and writing when I can find the time for it. Wine nights with Dorian. A few -ahem- other extracurricular activities.

(There is a deep snort of amusement from elsewhere in the room.)

13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?

...Too many people.

14. EVER…KILLED ANYONE BEFORE?

Consider my heritage, if you will. Aside from being Inquisitor and forced to fight a tyrannical cult to seal the Breach, I am a Dalish hunter. Dalish caravans are no stranger to human raids and isolated attacks. I am not proud of it, but I have killed. And every face still haunts me.

15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?

A fox.

16. NAME ONE OF YOUR WORST HABITS.

I would really rather not.

17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL?

Madame Vivienne. She is always so composed- so in control of herself and her emotions. I aspire to be that way.

18. SEXUAL ORIENTATION?

Everyone.

19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?

Not any longer. I was schooled as a child by the elders of Clan Lavellan, and at time elders from the other clans at the Arlathvhen.

20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY?

I would not be opposed to the idea... In fact... I-I welcome it.

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?

I’m not going to answer this.

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?

My Dalish leathers. My Skyhold clothing monstrosity when pressed.

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?

I do.

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH/MIDDLE/LOW)

I do not subscribe to human notions of societal structure.

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?

Plenty.

26. THOUGHTS ON PIE?

The bigger the better?

(There is a round of quiet snickers from elsewhere in the room.)

Oh please. Don’t turn pie into something dirty. Pie is sacred.

27. FAVORITE DRINK?

Spiced wine! Did I answer that too enthusiastically? I did, didn’t I?

28. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE?

Anywhere I can be among the trees.

29. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?

I really feel like both should be an option on this question.

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN ANYONE?

Hmm. I don’t know. Bull, what do you think?

(After a short burst of laughter from the other occupants, a deep voive replies.): Debatable, boss.

Debatable then.

31. WHAT’S YOUR CUP SIZE? Shall I show you?

(More laughter)

32. WELL, WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?

Tall, beefy, eyepatch, questionable humor-

(Iron Bull): Hey!

Even more questionable morals.

AND WHAT ATTRACTS YOU?

Many things.

33. ANY FETISHES?

Wouldn’t you like to know?

34. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?

The answer might surprise you.

35. CAMPING INDOORS OR OUTDOORS?

Indoor camping is not something that exists, you heathen. Gracious, and they call the Dalish savages. Don’t write that one down either. Fenedhis, Josephine will really kill me.

36. ARE YOU WANTING THE QUIZ TO END?

Please.