#teven my beloved

[emolionsrawr]

buck, high on pain meds: are you an angel?

tommy, rubbing bucks chest: no baby i'm not an angel

buck: noooooo you can't rub my chest my boyfriend will be mad

tommy: evan i AM your boyfriend

buck: ohhhhhhh, hey babyyyyyy when did you get here?

tommy: *trying not to laugh* i've been here the whole time sweetheart

[critterpages]

[greypetrel]

I was gleefully telling my friend about you and showing her your art (she's super into LOTR so I was trying to find those, but got in the wrong tag🤣) and found/shared your Vespa comic. We had a good laugh and she said: "Wait till someone tells them about ROLLER COASTER" and I immediately came over here. WHAT IF someone tells Dorian and Aisling about ROLLER COASTER?? 🤣🤣🤣

Forgive me if it took too long, but this made me laugh so much that I HAD TO draw something.

Also: I'm leaving you the correct tag down here, but the Dark Lady one is "aisling the dark lady AU". You can find all my aus and tags in the character masterpost!

They'd LOVE the idea, of course. A little too much. They. Not most people around them.

They'll ignore Josephine begging them to please, PLEASE reconsider, think of your reputation, and rush to the Undercroft. Dagna will be over the moon with the plan, of course. Here's the blueprint, and under the cut some other details:

They found plenty of materials to build it in the Exalted Planes. Someone will have to dispose of all that rubbish after the war ended, right?

"Can't you build it in the Exalted Planes?" "But Josie, if we build it there, how would we experiment on gravity? We'll need to travel there and you see, that would be a great bother and will hinder our research. Also if we have it here, it would improve the moral of the troops greatly! :D"

Dorian's calculations were right. Solas discovered it with the first trial run. Not that any of the -very elated- science bros knew, but he actually started to think that maybe the Veil wasn't that bad of an idea, right there and then. Because can you imagine them WITHOUT THE VEIL? CAN YOU? Thedas wouldn't survive.

In order to make Josie happy, they'll come up with other rides to install around Skyhold:

Teacups will be installed in the upper courtyard. Except they're still a scientific experiment on Centrifugal Force, so they're fast. So fast that the game promises a free foal to everyone who manages not to puke on them. Since the foal is one of Little Brother's, Aisling horse (he made a name for himself in the Western Approach, biting on Venatori's butts, and is generally a prick), the excessive speed is actually considered a good thing. So nobody will win a foal of that horse or will have to tell Aisling that her beloved horse is an asshole.

Cullen's tower will be turned into a haunted house (thanks @ndostairlyrium for the idea). He'll actually contribute in painting the place, and will say that it's very useful to dissuade people to come looking for him if the report isn't REALLY important. "Aren't you scared, tho?" "Please, I was a commanding officer in Kirkwall."

Whack-a-mole in the Tavern's courtyard. The Iron Bull and Cassandra monopolize it and they're so-called nemeses. One day, then, the TRAGEDY: a mysterious person beat their record. No one knows who they are, there's a whole weekend of them playing Sherlock Holmes interrogating everyone around the Keep. (it's Krem.)

Josephine needed one joy, or ONE THING that she can use to sell the Inquisitor to the aristocracy. So Aisling organised something cute and nice for nobles to see and participate in. With horses! She named one of the horses Josephine! Josephine is moved, and from how Aisling describes it, calling it "giostra" because she heard the term from Dorian in vernacular Tevene and can't remember it in Trade for the sake of her, Josie thinks it's a carousel.

It's actually something better, and Josie loves it. (In Italian, "giostra" means a carousel, and also what happens in the video)

(Aisling is the unbeated championess. It's not that people let her win, is that she just can't be beated.)

One day, Dorian will eventually use all the data to calculate how much force they will need on the roller coaster to send a cart into orbit. Aisling will read his notes and find a way to propel the cart strong enough to actually do it.

Sera greatly approves.

[ass-deep-in-demons]

What is your biggest must-have in Dragon Age 4?

Are you there for the gameplay, the plot, the romances, or just to see what beloved characters are up to?

Thank you so much for asking!!!! <3 Such a good question, too!

My hopes for DA4:

- MINRATHOUS! Tevinter Nights really hyped me up for this :) I want to feel, live and breathe this city! I hope to see magic permeating everyday lives of the people, and I'm kinda hoping to see some cutthroat northern politics in play. If given the choice, I'll create a tevene protagonist and immerse in the culture.

- I definitely want updates on the lives of our previous protagonists and companions! The more cameos the merrier. I wanted to list my "most want to see again" here, but, really, ALL OF THEM <3 Basically please, please, Bioware, make DA4 a nostalgia fest.

- Truly curious about how Thedas' fate will play out! Fen'Harel might make it or break it :O I want to be able to solve the mysteries of the blight, ancient elves and the titans... so many loose ends!

- I'm only mildly hyped for the new characters and I try not to set my expectations for companions too high... For example, I can't really explain why, but most Companions from ME Andromeda felt kind of underwhelming and lackluster... On the other hand, both Tevinter Nights and DA Absolution are FULL of great blorbos, so maybe there's hope yet. I would especially love to see Lucanis and Illario Dellamorte, they seemed so cool!

Curious, what are all yall's hopes and wishes? :D

[cinnabun-faerie]

I have discovered a new OT3 that is Graha/WoL/Urianger and so I was wondering if I could request them with a WoL that just loves listening to them talk about the things their passionate about, even when the WoL doesn't understand a word they are saying. They just love their two nerds just nerding it out and always look startstruck when Uri and Graha get into a debate over some theory or other.

A/N: Anon, you're my favorite person. This OT3 ship is amazing. Perfection :3 Especially considering how they are two of my favorite boys (there are many). Although I feel like I've written something like this before, but it might be that I just imagined it in my brain but never actually wrote it/posted it. Anyways, please enjoy!

Warning: Poly! Relationship, other than that, none. It's fluffy

Paring: G'raha Tia x WoL x Urianger

FFXIV taglist: @missnella-nova @shippyprincess @healersadjust @thai @lumeriadeborel @obscene-tevene @losingmymindinglitter @gudaworks

If you want to be added to the taglist for whenever I post, you can comment here on the original post !

so the relationship between the three of you would be really sweet

just two sweethearts and their beloved hero and love

they would have unconditional love for you

and you for them, naturally

and other than the little bit of squabbling about who is hogging your attention, there's not really any fights/arguments

honestly both of them are just happy to have you by their side

you love and support and encourage them

and they can share their favorite things with you without fear of judgement

and with both of them being bookworms (and maybe you are too), they are always sharing new books with you

G'raha wants to recount the stories to you where Urianger would want to sit down by the fire and read along with you

sometimes you weren't really sure what these books or stories were about, but that didn't really matter to you

but you were just happy to see them sharing what they liked with you

sometimes it wasn't even stories that G'raha shared, but his hopes and dreams of travelling Eorzea with you

not to mention how adorable G'raha was when you'd agree to hear the stories

his face would like up and his ears would do their little wiggle

besides, listening to his stories meant you got to curl up with him

and often times you would fall asleep to the sound of his voice

but he didn't mind, he enjoyed this time with you

Urianger loved teaching you different things

or even just showing you or telling you about those things

and you could not imagine how much that truly meant to him

he may get a little worried from time to time however that you were getting bored and only listening to him because he was your partner

but you'd assure him that even if you didn't understand what he was talking about, you were happy to learn anything that you could

and you honestly just loved to see him pour over what he loved

and it should be noted that G'raha & Urianger were often in their own worlds as they debated with one another

it was rather fun for them

you enjoyed the way they went back and forth, calmly/excitedly explaining their point on different theories or books

sometimes you would even chime in but for the most part you just listened to them, delighted to hear what they would come up with

honestly you would always look at them with heart eyes

you had to admit that how they expressed their passions through words were rather attractive

[galpalaven]

Kira my Hero of Ferelden is still into Zevran but I’ve also come up with a wonderful Runaway Tevinter Magister AU for Vethna so Kira is just like Torn between canon and AU lmao

I also moved my old Hawke from being Hawke over to being an Amell, and she’s very in love with Alistair. She is round and sweet and soft and he deserves a squishy giggly sweet gf I think.

I’m playing through DA2 with the poly mod just to see how things play out bc I will never play through the other romances other than Fenris. Koha ends up with Fenris, because he makes her feel safe and she loves the feeling I her chest every time she gets him to grin. He likes when she comes over for drinks and brings her fiddle. One night she teaches him to dance. Another night he teaches her to use a sword. She asks him to teach her Tevene or Qunlat, and in exchange she teaches him the bit of Elvhen that she knows from her dad. One night he comes over while she’s baking challah and she teaches him to make it and they get into a play fight throwing flour at each other. He’s never felt so much like a normal man in his life and he loves her for it.

Nadia Surana, my beloved angry blood mage Warden, is in love with Anders. She had a crush even before he left, and had always admired him for escaping the Fereldan Circle. During Act 2 or the lead up to it, the Hero of Ferelden, Kira, takes off with Zevran to help him deal with the Crows. She wasn’t about to let him go alone, but without the Nobility in Amaranthine, things immediately spiraled. Some Orlesian Wardens came to help them out in Amaranthine with recruits and things, and they immediately demoted Surana as Warden-Constable and acting Commander. They said it was about experience, but she didn’t really believe that. Found out it was about the nobility of Amaranthine that didn’t like her, but that wasn’t the final straw.

Nadia was deep into researching ways to cure the Blight with blood magic, sure she could pull it from the body if she could just figure out how to isolate it in the blood. The new leadership refused to allow her to continue her research—so she said to hell with that and left in the hopes to track down Anders. She’d been putting out feelers to see if she could figure out where he went, more out of curiosity than anything, so when she found out he was in Kirkwall, that was where she went.

She landed in Kirkwall about a week after he and Hawke had descended into the Deep Roads. She ended up taking his position as healer at his clinic while she waited for him to come back.

When he did get back, he was already on edge sensing a Warden in his clinic, but then she sees him and she gasps his name as she runs at him, laughing and throwing herself at him so that she can wrap her arms around his shoulders and hug him tight.

She’s with him up until the Conclave. They have a bit of an argument about her going, but she insists as someone who has experienced both the life of the circle and the life of an apostate AND the life of a warden. Also as a hero of the blight. She had thought to bring about change—she hadn’t anticipated the whole inquisition thing.

[tevinteredeemer]

Character Interview

Repost do not reblog.

Tagged by: stole it from one of my other blogs​

NAME: Dorian Pavus

NICKNAME: Sparkler

AGE: 30s

SPECIES: Human

personal.

MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil

RELIGIOUS BELIEF: Andrastian, though not in the church itself

SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath

VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: change his homeland, Tevinter, for the better + better its image

LANGUAGES KNOWN: Common, Tevene

SECRETS: His father’s attempt at conversion therapy through blood magic on him, his desire for romance

SAVVIES: Tevinter history, magic studies, necromancy, chess

physical.

BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average / short

HEIGHT: 6′0″

WEIGHT: 160 lbs.

SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: A single birthmark/mole under his right eye

ABILITIES/POWERS: General Mage abilities, necromancy, time-related magic

RESTRICTIONS:  allergic to stripweed, seasickness

favorites.

FOOD: unknown, likely something expensive and extravagant

DRINK: wine, alcohol in general

PIZZA TOPPING: tikka

COLOR: green, gold

MUSIC GENRE: bard pop

BOOK GENRE: history

MOVIE GENRE: N/A

SEASON: summer

CURSE WORD: Vishante kaffas

SCENT(S): food cooking, perfume/cologne, cinnamon

fun stuff.

BOTTOM OR TOP: top, but will bottom occasionally if desired by a beloved partner

SINGS IN THE SHOWER: most definitely

LIKES BAD PUNS: hates them.

tagging: whoever wants to do this!!!

[barbex]

"I wish you would write a fic where" Fenris tries to teach Anders some Tevene and it all goes horribly wrong.

Thank you for this prompt! I don't know why, but it turned into a musical AU. I hope you like me writing about singing even though I know jack shit about it (apart from my secret singing career in the shower). For @dadrunkwriting on this Friday.

- - -

Fenris pinches the bridge of his nose. "You're making this needlessly difficult."

"Am not! I'm really trying to do this right," Anders says, trying to sound certain but failing. Fenris can hear the wavering in his voice. The man better not start crying now. 

Fenris is going to kill Hawke. Slowly. Not only did she ask him to help a friend, fluttering her eyelids at him, the friend turned out to be Anders. There is just something about Anders that makes him nervous. He usually avoids him, even if he had to accept that he is an unremovable part of Hawke's friend group. 

He is obviously educated, knowledgeable about all sorts of different subjects, but he is unable to pronounce the Tevene phrases he brought with him on a sheet of paper. "Let's try this again. Astia valla femundis." He makes sure to articulate every syllable clearly, even exaggerated. 

Anders nods, squares his shoulders — and obliterates the three words in ways that Fenris could not have imagined before. 

"Stop, stop!" Fenris wonders if elves used to be able to fold down their ears. What a useful feature that would be. He glares at Anders. "How? How do you even do that?"

"I don't know." Anders looks sufficiently sheepish and Fenris can't help but feel sorry for him. The man is perfectly intelligent, annoyingly so sometimes. He should be able to speak a few words in Tevene.

"You have a perfectly normal, if slightly Fereldan accent, but when you speak Tevene you sound like some hick from Texasia." It's almost adorable but he would never admit that to Anders. He looks at the sheet of phrases again. "Try this: Tutum te robore reddam, semper habebis liberatem."

He tries not to wince, but what Anders does with these words would probably be considered an insult in Minrathous. He is hopeless. Fenris pinches his nose again. "What are these expressions, anyway? I will give you safety by strength, you will always have freedom."

Anders falls into a stuffed chair and leans his head back. "It's a musical. I'm friends with the director and, well not the lead, but one of the bigger side-characters got into an accident last night and she asked me to help out, and —"

Fenris drops his hand. "You're meant to sing this?"

"Yes?" Anders looks confused.

Before he can pinch his nose again and possibly hurt himself, Fenris flexes his fingers a few times. "Singing uses an entirely different part of your brain than speaking does. Why didn't you say so?"

"Oh fuck, I forgot about that." Anders slaps his forehead. "I heard that before at the hospital. Okay, hang on." 

Anders jumps up and grabs the sheet of paper from Fenris hand and strikes a pose. He looks taller, stronger, his expression calm and convincing. He takes a deep breath, hums the beginning of a melody and then starts to sing.

"Donum habeo tibi, amatus. Amor est fortior quam mors. Tutum te robore reddam, semper habebis liberatem."

I have a gift for you, beloved. My love is stronger than death. I will give you safety by strength, you will always have freedom.

Anders' voice is incredible. He fills the too large hall of Fenris' decrepit house with the melody, warm, strong, beautiful. It echoes off the walls, almost humming in Fenris' chest. He sings of love and freedom and Fenris realises after the second verse that his pronunciation is perfect. 

Anders stops, smacking his lips a few times. "Was that okay?"

Fenris realises that his mouth hangs open and snaps it shut. "It was... adequate."

That was not the praise Anders had been hoping for, judging by the way his shoulders sink down. "Well, let me try again, I think I can do better on that rolling R."

"Yes, please, go ahead," Fenris says. His throat is scratching more than usual and he takes a long sip of water. 

Anders starts singing again. This time, his voice is even more like velvet, the words rolling gently from his tongue, dancing along the melody. There is a spot at the centre of Fenris' chest that flutters in an unfamiliar way as he listens. Anders looks at him the whole time, as if he sings just for him. 

"That was wonderful," Fenris says, when the last sound of Anders' singing slips from the air. "Your pronunciation was very good."

"Thank you. I'm glad I won't be embarrassing everybody tomorrow." Anders looks at him a while longer and then turns away, hiding behind strains of blonde hair falling into his face. "Maybe you want to come to the show tomorrow? It's at 19:00, I can reserve a ticket at the door for you."

"Yes," Fenris says after a short hesitation. "I would like that."

"Good." Anders grabs his papers and shoves them into his backpack. "Thank you for your help." He starts to walk past Fenris but stops, leans over, and brushes a tiny kiss on Fenris' cheek. "See you tomorrow then."

Fenris is too stunned to answer. He watches Anders rush out, his fingertip hovering over the spot where Anders' lips were just a moment ago. 

He might not avoid Anders anymore.

- - -

(yes, I've put Texas into Thedas 🤣🤣)

[borisbubbles]

My favourite Dorian Quotes

Just as an addendum, since my previous didn’t exactly put across the hilarity of Dorian, here are my favourite quotes/conversations/reactions by Dorian Pavus in Dragon Age 3.  Edit 22/01: added a few more because Dorian just keeps giving.  60.  Dorian: Come on Varric, just answer the question. 😣 Varric: My mother didn’t raise any morons, Sparkler. 🙄 Dorian: But you must have an opinion! And you’re a Dwarf! Completely unbiased. Varric: There is no way I’ll answer “Which Inquisition Mage is the best dressed?”, not for all the gold in Orzammar. Vivienne: Also, the answer is obvious. 🙂 59. Dorian: So what's your estimation, Varric? Think we could win? Varric: 😱 You aren't asking me to give odds on our beloved Inquisitor's success?! 😛 Dorian: What would that look like? Three to one? 🤣 Varric: In his favor?  Dorian: After Corypheus pulled an archdemon out of his arse, are you joking? Inquisitor: You would actually bet against me?  Dorian: Now now, if I weren't here, it would be five to one at least. 😘 Inquisitor: I’ll take those odds, actually. 😏 Dorian: This is why I adore him so.  😍 58.  Cassandra: So Bull, about Dorian... Iron Bull: Yep, it’s true. 😁 Dorian: By all means, let’s discuss this all together. 🙄 Cassandra: If you’re both pleased Dorian: He’s happy, I’m happy, everybody’s happy!  Iron Bull: Awww, you’re happy. 😍 Dorian: 😣 Cassandra: 😄 57. You joke! they’ll be writing books about you, boring ones that will get it all wrong. Just you wait!   56.  Iron Bull: Yesss, we’re going to fight the dragon, boss? Oh THIS is gonna be GOOD.  Dorian: You are way too excited about this. 😑

55.  Blackwall: How do you get your hair to do that, Dorian? With magic? Dorian: With proper hygiene and grooming. Maybe the three of you should get acquainted. 🙄 54.  Cole: You’re happier now, Dorian Dorian: Oh is that what this light tingly feeling is? I suppose you’re right. 😏  Cole: Wishing but wondering, wounded and whistful Cole: What if he doesn’t want me after? Dorian: But he did. 😁 Cole: Now you’re smiling. It’s good.  😃 53. Varric: Does this shit make any sense to you? Dorian: Are you referring to the giant gaping hole in the sky, or the creature from a Chantry cautionary tale pretending to be a god? Varric: Either. I’m feeling generous. Dorian: What’s the matter? Some pretender comes along, tears the place down, declares himself king. That’s half of history. Varric: Corypheus is like that drunk uncle who refuses to leave the party? Dorian: Even after he puts a hole in the ceiling. Terribly common.  52.  Sera: You gonna warn me the next time you’re throwing your magic around? Dorian: As long as you’re careful where you shoot all those arrows Sera: You magic me, I’ll put three in your eye! Dorian: 😅 Now we can live together in peace and harmony!  51. Vivienne: Dorian, what did you think of little Sera’s last Red Jenny mission? Dorian: Hmm... I’d call it ‘medium’. 🤔 Vivienne: ‘Medium’, my dear? Dorian: It wasn’t rare, and it certainly wasn’t well done. 😏 50. Cole: Dorian, what is 'a slave'?  Dorian: FESTISBEIUMOCANAVERUM! 😨 Cole: You said I could ask questions! Dorian: I know I did, just... go ask the Inquisitor that one. 49. An optimist! 🤣  such a rare breed, I have stumbled upon a unicorn. 48. Dorian: What I wouldn't give for some proper wine.😫 Vivienne: Skyhold's steward is a sadistic little man who is trying to kill us. 🤢 Dorian: Perhaps he found a bargain he couldn't pass up, on vats of vinegar? 47. Cassandra: Why are you looking at me like that, Dorian? Dorian: I am trying to imagine what you would look like... in a dress.😈 Cassandra: Keep wondering. If my uncle couldn't put me in one, neither shall you. 46. Dorian: How do you want to be remembered, Cassandra? Valiant yet sexy rebel against the status quo? Cassandra: I don't have any control over how I'll be remembered. 🙄 Dorian: Sword raised high, blue scarf dramatically fluttering in the wind, sun rising behind you? Cassandra: Blue scarf?😒 Why would I be wearing such a thing? Dorian: It's a painting, of course! Work with me( It'll be fantastic! 🤗 45. Dorian: Why is it so cold? How do you southerners stand it? Iron Bull: What's the matter? Not enough slaves around to rub your footsies? Dorian: My ‘footsies’ are freezing, thank you! 😒 44.  Blackwall: Dorian, I’d appreciate it if you stopped refering to me as ‘that hairy lummox”.  😠 Dorian: When did I do that? Blackwall: At the tavern, the blacksmith’s, the stable. You said it to the gateguards when we left Skyhold! Dorian: hmm... 🤔 yes, that does sound like me.   🤗 43. Dorian: Watch out where you point that thing! 😡 Iron Bull: Dirty! 😏 Dorian: Vishante kaffas, I meant your weapon! 😡 42. Dorian: What would you say Blackwall's best feature is, Vivienne? Vivienne: His absence, of course. 🙄 Blackwall: I can hear both of you. 😒 41. Dorian: Did you know we are actually related Inquisitor? Inquisitor: We, what? Dorian: Not first cousins or anything. Can you imagine?  Dorian: I however did a bit of digging in my family tree, and somewhere down the netheregions of my line there was also a Trevelyan. Dorian: Perhaps the one who went to Ostwick to establish the branch? I knew we looked so alike for a reason. 😏 Inquisitor: Um, yay?  Dorian: Indeed! 😁 Yay! 40. I’m always nice. 😏 39. Dorian: I don't know if you've heard, but the rumours are that you and I are... intimate. Inquisitor: That's not such a bad thing, isn't it? Dorian: I don't know, is it? Inquisitor: Do you always answer a question with a question? Dorian: Perhaps you would like me to answer in a different fashion? 🤔 Inquisitor:  If you're capable. 😅 Dorian: 😘🥰😚 Dorian: 'If you're capable.' The nonsense you speak. 🤭 38. Dorian: You caught the eye of a young woman in that last village, Blackwall. Blackwall: I'm sure you're mistaken. 😒 Dorian: You're right. She was undoubtedly looking at me.🤭 37. Dorian: Vivienne, I have only the one question - why the Orlesian fixation with masks? Vivienne: It is The Game, darling. You never show the players your true visage. Dorian: A strange custom in a culture where people assassinate each other for putting too much salt in the soup Vivienne: An extra hurdle to be overcome. Fail at The Game, and you die. Dorian: And you people call Tevinter barbaric. 🙄 36. Dorian: You are smiling a great deal these days, Cassandra. 😉 Cassandra: I am not... smiling. 😒 Dorian: Now you're not, but only because I pointed it out to you. Cassandra: I am not a giddy schoolgirl! 😡 Dorian: That would have been easier to believe if you hadn't just blushed. 🤗 35. You’ll be surprised at the credit my tongue gets me, your Reverence.  34. Dorian: Sera, I see you are having fun with your illustruous paramour- Sera: WHAT? 😨 Is it showin'? Dorian: What? NO, oh heavens NO. 🤢 Dorian: I meant to ask if you're enjoying your new relationship. Sera: Then why not just say that? 🙄 Dorian: I did... in words you apparently don't understand. 😑 Sera: What's the point of words you know and others don't? Who'd you say them to? 🙄 Dorian: Letmejustdobothofusafavorandretractthequestion. 😡 Sera: Pity, because we're doing great. That's why I'm following her around with weirdies 🤗 33. It was fun to goad you, Cassandra. You get that knot between your eyes when you're flustered - Ah, look, there it is! Delightful!  🤗 32. Dorian: I half expect my mother to materialize from the crowd to criticise my manners. Inquisitor: Where would we be if you mother we really here? Dorian: Short one mage, after he's been dragged out by his earlobe. Inquisitor: I have a hard deal imagining that. 😅 Dorian: Picture me a young boy of five years then. She certainly always has. 🙄 31. Dorian: 'Official Mage to the Orlesian Court'. Well that sounds exciting. 🙄 Vivienne: It's an esteemed position, darling. One many mages should envy. Dorian: Yes, I suppose being paraded around like an exotic peacock is better than frantically running from templars. 🙃 Vivienne: Better an exotic peacock than one Tevinter rat amongst many. Dorian: Oh? A dig at my homeland? This should be fun. 😏 30. Sera: Dorian? Those words you say. What do they mean? Dorian: What, you mean like mendicant or ultimatum? 🤨 Sera: No, arse, when you're mad. 'Pish-anty cough-ass'. You're swearing, I know it. Dorian: Ah, 'vishante kaffas'. It's Tevene, relics of the old tongue. We still use the colorful phrases. Sera: And it means what? Dorian: Literally? 😏  'You shit on my tongue.' Sera: 😂 Why not just say that?  Dorian: A mystery for the ages.  29. Sera: Demons! Flappy robes! Dorian: Thieves! Dog Stink! Sera: Culty shits! Dorian: Treacherous teyrns! Sera: Wha- It’s not a proper game of ‘Your people are shit” if you just make up words. 🙄 Dorian: A ‘teyrn’ is a Fereldan title, just below that of a king. I thought you of all people would know that. Sera: Well that’s just... I... smartasses 🤬 Dorian: Too late! I believe that’s my round. 🤗 Sera: Piss! 😠 28.  Vivienne: You’re rather amusing, Dorian. Dorian: Your outfit’s entertaining, I’ll give it that.🙄 Vivienne: Pretending to be a shark from a land of sharks. But you’re not a shark and you’ll never be one, darling. They knew this as much as we do.   Dorian: I could have of course pretended, wore fancy clothes, convinced everyone I’m something I’m not.  Dorian: Then I could take a position at court, whore myself out, and desperately hope no one realizes what a fraud I am.  Vivienne: Such snapping for a fish without teeth! 😂 Inquisitor: I cannot believe the way you two speak to each other. 😨 Vivienne: Inquisitor whatever is the matter? We’re having a perfectly civil conversation. Dorian: It’s true. I’ve heard worse from the gardener back home.  27.   Dorian: Varric, you owe me five royals. I’d like them paid in candied dates. 😉 Varric: I haven’t lost that bet yet, Sparkler. Dorian: You said we would be arse-deep in trouble. This is more like knee-high. Varric: I didn’t specify whose ass, did I? 😏 Dorian: Leave it to a dwarf always lowering the bar. 🙄 26. I hope you tried the ham they were serving, by the way. Tasted of despair. Fascinating. 25. Dorian: Vivienne, we can continue this dance forever if you like. Vivienne: Certainly. Provided both of us are capable. Dorian: I mock Orlesian frippery and nonsense, you slam Tevinter decadence and tyrrany. Dorian: There's however something more important we must remember. Vivienne: And what might that just be? 🤨 Dorian: At least we're not Antivan. Vivienne: 🤢 Quite right. Thank the Maker. 🙏 24. Cassandra: You're not as handsome as you think, Dorian. Dorian: Ah, but I must be! Or you wouldn't have been thinking about it all this time.  😏 Cassandra: Anyone who claims it as often as you must be dreadfully concerned they're not. Dorian: Look at this profile - Isn't it incredible? Dorian: I picture it in marble. 😏 Cassandra: 😒 23. Flying cows over Minrathous? Preposterous! Okay that one is actually true, but the cows didn't have wings. 22. Dorian: I have only one question, Sera: did you cut your own hair?  Sera: Yeah. Why wouldn't I? 🙄 Dorian: You could try using something other than a rusty butter knife. Sera: Oh, excuse me while I dig up my diamond-studded hair-cutting whatevers. 🙄 Dorian: Scissors. 😏 The word you're looking for is "scissors." 😏 21. Iron Bull: Quite the stink-eye you've got going, Dorian. Dorian: You stand there, flexing your muscles, huffing like some beast of burden with no thought save conquest. 😡 Iron Bull: That's right. These big muscled hands could tear those robes off while you struggled, helpless in my grip. Iron Bull: I'd pin you down, and as you gripped my horns. Iron Bull: I. Would. Conquer. You. 😏 Dorian: Uh. What? 😨 Iron Bull: Oh. Is that not where we're going? 🤐 Dorian: No. It was very much not.😳 20. You can't call me pampered, Varric. 🙄 Nobody has peeled a grape for me in weeks. 19. Sera: Dorian are you going to warn me the next time you bust out in demons or sumthin? Dorian: 😂 How exactly do you picture me 'busting out’? Dorian: I am just walking along and *OOPS* - demon? Dorian: I mean it could happen, after years of training. You could also trip and impale your eye on an arrow. 😏 Sera: So are you going to warn me or not? 🙄 Dorian: Certainly. But only because you're so dear to me. 😘 18. Dorian: For being so unnerved by magic, you aren't shy about benefiting from its effects.🤔 Sera: I don't. I use normal things, not magic. 🙄 Dorian: You consider swathing yourself in flame or ice 'normal' and 'not magic'? 🤨 Sera: For one: it comes out a bottle. Sera: For two: I mess up, I get burned. You mess up, your head chucks up a demon. Sera: For three: Bottle, little burned, no demons. So there. 🤗 Dorian: That was only... you know, if it lets you sleep at night, never mind. 😒 17. Festis bei umo canaverum! I swear, if you don't come through this, I will kill you. 😖 16. Dorian: The first time I entered the Fade it looked like a lovely castle full of silks and gold. 😍 Dorian: I met a marvellous desire demon as I recall. We chatted and ate grapes before he tried to possess me. 😇   Vivienne: 🙄😒😠😡🤬 Dorian: Yes? I hear your southern Harrowings are slightly more strenuous. 😏 15. What do they call this place? A "bog"? Lovely word for it.  🙄 14. Dorian: Solas, what is this whole look of yours about? Solas: I am sorry? 🙄 Dorian: No, that outfit is sorry.😷 What are you supposed to be, some sort of woodsman? Dorian: Isn't that a Dalish thing? Don't you dislike the Dalish? Or is it some sort of statement? Solas: No. 😠 Dorian: Well, it says "Apostate hobo" to me. 😏 Vivienne: Unwashed apostate hobo, more specifically. 🙂 13. I AM TOO PRETTY TO DIE 😭 12. Dorian: Amatus, it's been so long. Did you miss me? Inquisitor: A little bit. Dorian:  😂 'a little bit' he says. I'll show you a little bit! Just you wait. 😏 11. Dorian: Sera, where do you get your arrows from? You have so many. 🤔 Sera: From your arse. That's where. 🙄  Dorian: My arse should open up a shop. It's apparently quite prolific. 😁 10. Ah, this reminds me of the time Mother took me boating in summer. Or rather, she had the servants take me on the boat while she sat inside with a cool drink.🙄  09. Inquisitor: Things are going well with the Bull, I take it? Dorian: He's glad I've returned, if that's what you mean. Nearly crushed three of my ribs with that ridiculous hug. 🙄 Inquisitor: You say that as if you don't like it. 🤨 Dorian: For such a great beast, he can be such a terrible sap 🙄 Dorian: [bullvoice] "I want to talk about my feelings, Dorian". Dorian: Ugh. 🙄 Inquisitor: 😂 you do like it Dorian: Quiet you! He'll overhear, and then where I'll be?🤫 08. Dorian: Sera, I cannot believe you, of all people, are scared of magic. Surely you can see nothing wrong with a properly used tool? Sera: What about all the mages waving their proper tools in people's faces? Dorian: There's an image. 😁 Sera: "What about Corfyface? How many proper tools does he have under him? Dorian: That's not... I don't think I can continue. 😬 Sera: I don't care how gifted you are, don't cram it where it's not wanted. 😡 Vivienne: Maker, how does she not know? 🙄 07. Just once we should enter a cave and see normal sized spiders. 🙄 06. Cassandra: After all the places we have been, I hardly expected us to find ourselves in another cave. Cassandra: Still, as mad as our lives had been, I would take any chance to be together.  😘 Dorian: Why seeker, after all these years, I never realized you felt this way!! Cassandra: ... Dorian: ... Cassandra: 😒 Dorian: Oh, you meant him. 😶 05. Mountains! 😠 Cold! 😠 "Let's bring Dorian!". 😒 04. Dorian: I heard a little rumour that somebody has been doing some training. As an assassin no less. Inquisitor: I thought the skills might come in handy. Dorian: Yes, I suppose a little flair is welcome, with all the killing you do. Inquisitor: I don't kill that many people. 🙄  Dorian: Are you joking? I'm only surprised you didn't kill someone walking over here. 🤨 03. Cole: Breath painful, stabbing, and then real stabbing, lungs full, frothing, scent of apples as it all goes black. Dorian: 'Death By Applepie' - A lovely poem by our dear friend Cole.  02. Blackwall: Corypheus, one of yours isn't he? Dorian: One of my mine? 🙄  Like a pet? 🙄 Like a giant darkspawn hamster with aspirations of godhood? 🙄 Dorian: "Dorian, why can't you look after your little friends. Corypheus peed on the carpet again". Dorian: In this analogy, 'the carpet' is Haven. 😏 Blackwall: Is he or isn't he a Tevinter magister? 😒 Dorian: Meaning 'the source of everything bad in the world'? They are the same, yes? 😑 Blackwall: Sigh. Feels that way at times. 🙄 01. Inquisitor: No matter what happens, I wouldn't trade the years I spent with you for anything. Inquisitor: I love you. Dorian: I knew you'd break my heart, you bloody bastard. 😭

[siennadraws]

Ok, so: my DA4 dream team:

Felassan (obviously, also, it'll be hilarious)

The Qunari lady from the concept art and the Grey Warden from the trailer (he's kinda confirmed but)

A Lord of Fortune (self explanatory)

Vadis & Irian (this is basically confirmed, I mean, they are going to talk to Varric)

A Crow, maybe even a Talon (the agents of Fen'Harel definitely are benefiting in some way from the Tevene/Qunari conflict, and Antiva is dangerously close to war with the Qunari, also the Crow lady concept art could be of a new Talon, since half of them were assassinated)

Scout Lace Harding and Charter, my beloveds (Lace was in the final scene of Trespasser, and Charter was in The Dread Wolf Take You)

[ladylike-foxes]

Muse Language: Halesta Lavellan

𝙽𝙾. 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂: four-ish? (common, elvhen, some orlesian, specks of tevene)

𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴: high / average / deep.

𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃: yes (marcher + hint of dalish (welch?) / no.

𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚁: confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other.

𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁��: slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed.

𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙸𝚃𝚂: head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / er , um , or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at distance.

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝚅𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙱𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁𝚈: ⬛ ⬛ ⬛ ⬛ ⬜️

𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: ⬛ ⬛ ⬛ ⬛ ⬛

𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴: ⬛ ⬛ ⬜️ ⬜️ ⬜️

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘.

𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈: ⬛ ⬛ ⬛ ⬛ ⬜️

𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚃𝚈: ⬛ ⬛ ⬜️ ⬜️ ⬜️

𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐘.

arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓.

christ on a bike. christ on a cracker. damn. goddamn. godsdamn. hell. holy shit.jesus. jesus christ. jesus h christ. jesus h. roosevelt christ. lord have mercy. jesus , mary and joseph. sweet jesus. creators. mythal help us. fen'harel ma halam.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓

straightforward or cryptic? | finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? | masculinity , neutrality, or femininity? | formalities or abrasiveness? | praise or equivocation? | frankness or lies? | excessive or minimal hand gestures? | name – calling or magnanimity? | friendly or blunt?

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

𝙳𝙾 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁’𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚄𝚂𝙴 ‘𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙼’ 𝙸𝙽 𝙰 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴? yes / no / yes, but it’s always wrong

𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃. 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙳𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚄𝚂𝙴? but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps / maybe / yet

𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂? walk away / ask if that’s everything / say that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here / remain quiet / they don’t.

𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙳𝙳𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂? titles / first names / surnames / full names / nicknames.

𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂? accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn’t.

tagged by: ​my beloved @shift-shaping 😘

tagging: @wrenbee @prettyandsarcastic @solverne-02 @timeforelfnonsense @sasshole-for-rent @keturagh @thevikingwoman @galadrieljones @ anybody i’m forgetting or would otherwise like to❤️

[emolionsrawr]

buck: you know... i think i have a fetish for the final paragraph of an essay

eddie: what... how did you know that?

buck: i dunno, i just came to the conclusion

eddie: *groans*

tommy: *snorts*

[words-writ-in-starlight]

I just discovered your fics and THE DRAGON AGE ANIMORPHS OH MY GOD I NEED A MILLION WORDS OF THAT AU PLEASE TELL ME EVERYTHING

THAT AU IS ONE OF THE LEAST POPULAR FICS I’VE EVER WRITTEN AND IT’S A SHAME BECAUSE I’M ACTUALLY VERY CLEVER.

Anyway, Jake is a Seeker who joined the Order young, for appropriately righteous reasons, and got word just before his vigil that his beloved older brother had grown distant in his absence, had joined a cult order of apostate mages and stopped speaking to the family.  He went into his vigil conflicted about the possibility of having to face Tom, someday--or that his cousin the Templar might do it while he wasn’t there--and wound up using the time to think a lot about what it meant to be a Seeker, and what his purpose was, and what it meant to have a duty.  The Spirit of Duty that touched him made him a spectacular Right Hand of the Divine, and an even better leader of the Inquisition.

Rachel’s a Templar, who joined to take some of the burden off her mother and ensure a better life for her sisters.  She’s not a true believer in the religious sense, but she was sold very thoroughly on her job, and when the Harrowing of a childhood friend went badly and took Rachel and the mage, Melissa, with it, Rachel got--vicious.  She scared everyone, including herself, before she managed to pull herself back.  She’s not proud of how things went down in Kirkwall, and doesn’t trust the Chantry anymore, but she’s been a Templar her entire life and didn’t see a way out.  When her cousin offered some kind of redemption, as the commander of an Inquisition, she grabbed the chance with both hands and didn’t look back.  Rachel idly considers feeling guilty, when she notices how attached she’s gotten to their mage Herald, but--the world is ending!  If now’s not the time to kiss herself a handsome elf with sad eyes and a tendency toward giving people static shocks, when IS the time!

Cassie is a diplomat, not born to the Great Game but phenomenally talented at it anyway.  She’s known for being uncommonly nice, so nice that plenty of people don’t even notice that they’re signing their riches away.  She started the political circuit to help fund her parents’ work (Cassie also gets drafted with some frequency into the research work of the Inquisition), but the Great Game is essentially a lobster trap--lots of ways in, not many ways out.  With the Inquisition, she feels like she’s making a difference, not just playing at it.  Also, the Seeker is--charming.  Very charming, even though he fumbles all his fine speeches around her.  She certainly does not think about that while getting them invitations to Halamshiral, though, and no one would dare suggest it.  She’s the only person who doesn’t go on missions--not because she can’t fight, but because she’s so godforsaken busy.

Marco picked up the nickname Seahawk ages ago, or so he’ll tell everyone--it’s because he fits in anywhere, see?  He thinks they call them osprey out here in the South, but they pop up all over Thedas under one name or another.  The perfect spy, with a charming smile and a quick tongue and a self-effacing sense of humor.  Easy to get along with, easy to forget.  It’s a survival skill, when you’re trying to survive in Ferelden as the visibly Tevene son of a disgraced Magistrix.  He and Jake worked as Left and Right Hand, respectively, for years before the death of the Divine, with a carefully managed policy of ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies.  It makes it--difficult, for both of them, when they start running the Inquisition and Jake starts trying to reign Marco’s more ruthless tendencies in.  Marco’s personal quest, featuring the opportunity to harden or soften him, involves rescuing his mother from the Venatori or killing her outright, of course.

Ax is a wayward Qunari, of course, bright-eyed and ready to rumble.  He’s not a mercenary so much as a cadet displaced from his troop, which was annihilated by a Venatori attack along with his previous Karasten, his commander, who Ax grew up with and worshiped like a brother.  The Inquisition is essentially the couch he’s crashing on, until they find a way to get him back to his people, and if he gets to hit some things in the meantime, all the better.  Ax is a true believer in the Qun, who barely concedes to have his Qun name shortened by the others, of course he is, he is loyal to his people, these outsiders just don’t understand, but--

But, of course, Karasten always said the same thing, even after his long absence from the Qun when he was presumed dead.  And then, of course, he hears the Herald describe the Qunari who dragged him out of the Fade at the cost of his own life, and it sounds like Karasten, it has to be Karasten, but he gave the Herald a name that Ax has never heard, a decidedly un-Qunari name, and then--and then they find evidence that his Karasten was not doing battle all that time after all.  That he, perhaps, fell in love with a Dalish woman and adopted a son before being forced back to the Qun against his will.  And that he might have been hoping to pull his brother out as well, before he died saving the son he’d lost.  Ultimately Ax chooses the Inquisition, after meeting his brother’s shade in the Fade.  He lets Karasten--he lets Elfangor give him a new name, and keeps it forever.

And Tobias, of course, is the Herald.  He didn’t even need to be at the Conclave.  He was turned out of his clan and had hoped, a little recklessly, a little suicidally, that bringing information from the Conclave would win him entry to some clan, somewhere that wasn’t a Circle with their rules and their cruelty.  Now he has a green mark on his hand and the weight of an Inquisition on his shoulders, worshiping him as a Herald of a Maker he doesn’t even believe in.  But he believes in the cause--who couldn’t, with the Commander saying serious things about protecting people and kicking these demons off their world--and he can’t get rid of the mark, so...  All right, then.  He’ll do it.

[musetta3]

for the hurt/comfort list! “Can you please come and get me?”

Hi @5lazarus! I present to you a FenHawke prompt. I wrote it so Hawke could be whichever Hawke you choose. Hope you enjoy!! <3 

This…wasn’t the way home? Fenris peered down the shadowy alley, trepidation setting in. He’d followed the directions Hawke had given him—they were right there, in the Notes of his phone. Left out the door, pass three intersections, a left, and then a right. He used those directions every day, and had memorized them. Fenris knew what was he was doing, why did the street look so different tonight? He stuffed the panic down.

“Alright,” he said, looking down the street, “let’s be rational. Retrace your steps.” He turned around and headed back the way he came. “If I turned right, then I should turn left, and then—” He stopped on some street, eyes wide. Despite his best efforts, everything got jumbled; even after looking at the directions in his Notes app, he was confused. Venhedis, he did this every day, why was this so hard?

‘You’re going mad,’ the voice in his head hissed, ‘the lyrium’s leaching; won’t be long until you forget everything, and Hawke will leave you—’ the brands flickered through his leather jacket, blue light weak against the brickwork.

“Stop,” he said, breath shallowing. “S-Stop it, I’m not listening.” 

There was truth to those words, he knew, an ugly truth. The brands were leaching, albeit slowly, the doctors said. They were doing all they could, going from specialist to specialist—Fenris’s pill boxes were filled from all the medications they prescribed for lyrium poisoning—but if they couldn’t find some way to stop the leaching soon, he’d end up in a retirement home for Templars… Those homes where the Chantry sent the useless, witless ones to eke out an existence before they forgot everything and death finally took them. And Fenris would join them. Fenris Hawke: thirty-something years old, author still in his prime, forgetting who he was and how to eat or drink. The thought terrified him.

‘You weren’t this bad before, you know. It’s getting worse,’ the voice said. ‘Only a matter of time—’

“Shut up!” Fenris held his head in his hands, his shout bouncing off the walls. An apartment window flew open above, a stream of expletives and demands for quiet floating down to him. A police siren wailed in the distance; Fenris looked around, heart pounding so hard, it made his head clench, took his breath away. He fumbled with his iPhone, trembling hands pressing the home button repeatedly in his panic. Siri pinged into existence, waiting for a request.

“C-Call Hawke,” he said, voice cracking.

“Do you mean ‘Colin Dock?’” she asked, once again not understanding his accent. Fenris bit back his frustration; he hated voice recognition software with a passion; it never worked for him.

 “Hawke. Call Hawke,” he said, voice going sharp. He huddled against a wrought iron fence, wondering where in the Void he was. The autumn wind blew right through his jacket; he shivered, and not just from the cold.

“Sorry, I don’t understand ‘colic’—”

“Fasta vass, you piece of kaffas,” he exclaimed. The world went blurry; Fenris wiped his eyes and raked his hand through his hair. A sob escaped; he slid down the fence to the sidewalk below. The concrete sucked the heat out of him, leaving him cold and hollow. He felt even more desolate. 

“Come on, get a hold of yourself,” he whispered, “one step at a time.” He tapped the Notes app, scrolling through entries “It’s here, I know it’s here…” He pulled up the document with the directions home and tapped the phone number. He was beyond grateful when he heard the dial tone. “Pick up,” he whispered. “Please, please, please, please—”

“Hullo?” Much to his dismay, the tears started again from sheer relief.

“Fenris? Fenris, are you alright?” Hawke asked, voice alarmed. “...Are you crying?”

“I—” How could he even voice his shame, that he was no better than a child? “C-Can you please come and get me?” he asked. “Hawke? H-Hawke, please—” There was a faint jingle on the other end, from what he assumed were keys.

“On my way. Where are you?” There it was, The very question he would’ve given anything for an answer to. Fenris’s breath hitched.

“I don’t know. I-I don’t know where I am—” His voice pitched, words tripping over themselves on the way out.

“Fenris, can you do something for me? Go to the nearest intersection and tell me the street names.” Solutions, Fenris liked those. He brushed himself off and jumped to his feet, hurrying towards the end of the block. The street names swayed on the traffic light wires; Fenris stared, letters scrambling into nonsensical lines and patterns before him.

“I can’t read this,” he said. “I-I can’t, Hawke. It’s not Tevene, I can’t do this—”

“Darling, remember what I said at the night school, hmm? When you’d just arrived in Kirkwall, and were learning to read Common?”

“‘One letter at a time,’” he whispered.

“That’s right. You can do this.” Fenris took a deep breath and concentrated.

“‘H-A-R-L-M?’”

“Harimann. Harimann and what?” Upon closer investigation, they determined he was on the corner of Harimann and DuPris, not too far removed from his route home. 

“Tell me about your day at work,” Hawke said, no doubt to distract him. “Was the paper busy?” The panic still scrabbled for purchase inside Fenris; it clawed at him before eventually ebbing away, leaving him exhausted.

“I-I wrote an article on Dwarven lichen bread today,” Fenris replied, sheltering against the wind in a doorway. “They brought some in for us to review. New flavor or something.”

“Ooh, from the TV commercial! ‘Fine dwarven crafts, direct from Orzammar: from our noble kitchens to yours, find us in your local bread aisle.’” Fenris laughed, wiping his tearstained face; Hawke always made the best impersonations of cheesy TV commercials. It was almost uncanny, how spot-on they were.

“That’s the one. Cinnamon swirl flavor,” he said, shivering.

“How was it? I’ve been curious.”

“Lichen-y.”

Hawke scoffed. “‘Lichen-y.’ Varric Tethras must have been desperate to hire the likes of you.” Hawke’s voice seemed louder, clearer. Fenris poked his head around the corner. He saw no one approaching in either direction.

“Behind you,” Hawke said with a laugh, “your escort has arrived, messere.” Fenris turned around, disconnecting the call. Hawke stood before him, coat over flannel pajamas and hair tied in a messy bun. Utterly glorious, in Fenris’s eyes. He held Hawke in the fiercest embrace he could muster.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “T-Thank you so much.” Hawke patted him on the back.

“One friendly neighborhood Hawke, at your service. I’ll send you my bill, at the end of the month.” Hawke grinned. “Come on, I need to get my husband home.”

‘Husband’ was still such a new, beautiful term, one Fenris never tired from hearing. It made his heart smile in the most joyful manner imaginable. He linked his arm in Hawke’s and walked home to their apartment, where Toby the Mabari greeted him with many ‘aroos’ and tail wags.

“Go wash up,” Hawke said, “dinner’s in the Crockpot.”

Fenris must have been colder than he realized, if the water burned and made his limbs ache. He changed into the warmest pajamas he owned and slid into his seat at the table. A bowl of mutton stew appeared before him. It was good, he decided. Not the curries he was used to from Minrathous, but warm and comforting, all the same. Between the warm food and the soothing cadence of Hawke’s voice, he melted into his chair.

“Fen,” Hawke called, “go to bed.” The spoon clattered out of Fenris’s hand, his head snapped back.

“But I haven’t seen you all day,” he protested, eyes unable to stay open.

 “You’re not seeing much except the inside of your eyelids, messere, go on.” Fenris grumbled, pecking his beloved on the cheek before crawling into bed. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

Sometime during the night—he wasn’t sure when without his glasses—he felt the mattress dip as Hawke laid down beside him. Fenris smiled into his pillow, pretending to be asleep.

“I won’t give up, Fen,” Hawke whispered. “I’ll find a specialist that can remove the brands, so you’ll never be afraid like that again. I swear it. I don’t care if I have to fly someone in from Tevinter and sell a kidney to pay for the surgery; I won’t give up on you.” 

Fenris cherished those words and held them close in his heart. Even if the future was uncertain, at least he had someone to meet it with. Words failed to express just how grateful he was for that.

[pikapeppa]

WIP Whenever!

Thanks for the tags from darlings @elveny @beaubartley @another-rogue-trevelyan! 

A couple things in the mix this week, one of which is some beloved Fenris x Rynne Hawke, with a sprinkle of helpful Anders.

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Hawke’s face twisted with worry. “Are you sure the poison isn’t affecting his brain?”

“There’s nothing the matter with my brain,” Fenris said loudly. In Tevene. Why – why was he speaking Tevene?

“It’s just delirium, I promise,” Anders said soothingly to Hawke. “Come on, let’s get some antidote into him. Once the poison symptoms settle, I’ll be able to close up that wound. Or you could close it, actually,” he added. “It’s a superficial wound, nothing you can’t handle.”

Hawke gave him a weak smile. “Now who’s flattering whom?”

“Vishante kaffas,” Fenris muttered.

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[capricious-and-melodramatic]

A friend asked for 17 via this

A kiss to distract.

1

Dorian was incredibly frustrated. He was so close, he could feel it. But something, something wasn’t right with it.  If he was a smarter man, he would leave it for the day and come back later. Being he was a stubborn man with a terrible sleeping pattern, he would peruse. He could hear someone, most likely the dwarf from before.  

“Erik, if that’s you, I will throw you dense head out this window--” He looked up to see Arn there. “You’re not who I thought it would be. Evidently too tall to be a dwarf.”

“Also.” Arn pointed to his head.  

“You know, given the opportunity that dwarf would wear horns just to spite someone.”  Dorian pointed out. “He has a ram’s skull on his door for ‘shits and giggles’. I would not put it past him.”  

Dorian looked back down at his notes. All in Tevene, not that he had the issue of someone stealing his notes. They would have to decipher the short hand after all, the Tevene was a happy accident.  

“Working on magic again, are you?” Arn asked.  

Dorian let out a mumble of approval, half listening to Arn, more trying to figure out what was not working.

“Have you had something to eat?”

Dorian let out another mumble in agreement.

“Are you even listening to me?” Arn asked.

“Yes, you asked me if I had--” Dorian stopped as Arn planted a kiss on his lips. No one was around, no one saw them. Dorian felt everything just leave him. He looked up at Arn, then back down at his notes. He slammed his book shut. “Wonderful!” He huffed in protest.  

“What?”  

“There goes my plans for the night!” He grabbed his books and clean up his work area. Shoving the chair back into the table.  

“What plans?” Arn asked, trying to stifle a laugh as Dorian grabbed him by the upper arm.  

“Doesn’t matter now!” Dorian huffed, “You now have to fix this mess you’ve got me in.”  

Arn let himself be dragged through the library, chuckling as Dorian made it quiet clear his night was ruined at it was all Arn’s fault. From the floor above, a very quiet nightingale popped her head over the rails. She pulled her quill and parchment.  

‘To my beloved’

2

The Emerald Graves was lush, so thick and dense. So full of bugs. So many bugs.

“What a lovely forest. Kind of makes you want to retch, yes?” Dorian complained. Sera snickered as they kept walking.  

“You make me want to retch, Belts.” Amelora glared over to Dorian. He feigned offence but they skill kept walking.  

“And the wild life, wonderful.” He zapped another bug away from his face. “Teeming with life.”  

“We have bug repellant, old Dalish recipe, works like I treat. I used to use it when I was younger.” Arn informed him. Bull opened his hand to grab some of the balm.  

“Anything to stop them biting me.” It was very ‘fragrant’, potent whatever it was. Dorian politely refused, assuring all that his magic would suffice, while Sera made a face before putting it on her face and arms.  

While they kept walking, Dorian put his head into his book. Some strange book titled ‘What is Green’ for the University of Orlais. What is the damn point of this book? Dorian asked himself as he kept reading, keeping Bull’s massive expanse in his peripheral vision. The Dalish elf looked to her left, before walking around a seemingly normal spot on the ground. “Careful, there are burrows around here.”

Dorian made a hum of agreement. As Bull stepped over it, Dorian fell in. Arn missed his chance to grab Dorian out of harms way. There was a loud thud, Both Bull and Amelora rolled their eyes. Sera looked behind to see someone missing. There was a string of tevene curses coming from the burrow.

Sera poked he head over, “Having fun there Dorian?”  

"Yes, I do love a trip to the Wilds.”

“What are you going on about now?” Amelora looked down at him through the top the hole. Half listening.  

“Oh look at all the trees, the flowers, all the green, it’s everywhere! So are the bugs, and the nugs and the smells, and the DAMP. Truly! I’m so BLESSED.” Dorian hissed through gritted teeth. Falling down the trap hole was the icing on the cake. Not only was he covered in bites, now there was bruises and broken bones to boot.  

“You’re just an angry city boy, Belts.” The animal burrow he had landed into was thankfully empty, much to Amelora’s disappointment. “Creators, I wish there was bear in there.” She laughed.  

“I DON’T!” Dorian shouted back. “I’m not Cassandra, I don’t fist fight bears for fun!”  

More bugs hung around him, he was so horribly irate. He began to throw wayward fire balls at them.

“I told you I had bug repellent, but noooo,” She teased. “You didn’t like the smell of it. We also warned you about the hole but you didn’t listen.”  

Sera had joined on the laughter as Dorian sat flat on his ass in a hole.  

Arn bent down and lifted Dorian up by the back of the coat, lifting him up quickly.

“Do I even weigh anything to you?” Dorian asked.  

“No, it’s like holding a bunch of grapes.”

Dorian huffed as he was gently put down, holding onto Arn’s arm. He felt unsteady.  

“Aww, you ruined our fun.” Sera moaned. “I wanted to see the City Boy stay in a whole and die mad.”  

“Says the City Elf who was complaining she hasn’t been to a city in weeks.”  

“Yea, but I didn’t fall down a hole.”

As the two elves walked off, Dorian pushed off Arn’s arm, only to find himself very unstable and about to fall face first back into where he came from. Arn grabbed him again. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“No.” He said a little too loudly. “No, I am fine, fine, fine, fine.”  

Before Dorian could continue the bravado, Arn picked him up and kissed him on the cheek.  

Dorian said nothing. He just sat in the Inquisitors huge arms, helpless and comfortable.