#this is somewhat very personal but it's ok to reblog and interact with

[unreadpoppy]

Buddy

Cousland Warden x Alistair (but the real focus is on Dog).

TW: death of animal

Summary: Ten years after the Fifth Blight ended, Anneliese must make a decision in regards to her mabari.

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Per royal custom, Anneliese and Alistair did not share a room. That did not mean, however, that the queen slept alone. Laying near her feet, Anneliese’s loyal mabari, Buddy, would be found. 

When she was young, her mother would have never permitted such a thing, though, on particularly bad nights, she would sneak the dog in and cuddle him until morning. 

“You can’t let him sleep here” her mother would say “you’ll get him badly accustomed to it. Look at the mess he made of your bed, Anneliese!” 

But those days were long in the past and now, Buddy slept with Anneliese every night, curling into a ball at her feet.

Buddy had a tendency to move around a lot and scratch himself before finally settling down and sleeping. He faintly snored as he slept, and although that would have bothered others, Anneliese was used to the sound. It reminded her that he was there, that she wasn’t alone. Even during the Blight, sleeping next to him brought an odd sense of comfort that only a dog could provide. 

So when she heard the sound of heavy breathing, Anneliese immediately woke up. 

At first, still half asleep, she thought it could be some assassin in her room. But soon, she noticed the sound came from Buddy. Instead of curled up, he was splayed around, his mouth open as he struggled to breathe. 

“Buddy?” She whispered, putting a hand on his head. He seemed tired, not even lifting his head. She put her head on his chest, and although she did not have medical expertise, it did not sound good. 

Unsure of what to do, Anneliese lifted the dog in her arms and ran to Alistair’s room. 

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Alistair woke up with the sound of his door breaking down and his wife calling for his name. Without thinking, he shot up from the bed and grabbed a nearby sword, ready to spring into action. 

“Are we being attacked?” He asked and only then realized that Anneliese was on the ground, with Buddy in her lap. He put his sword to the side and knelt beside her. “What’s happening?” 

“I don’t know.” She said, and he could hear the worry in her voice. “I woke up and he was struggling to breathe and he looked so weak. I don’t know what’s wrong with him.” Anneliese looked at him, a few tears running down. “I didn’t know what to do.” 

Alistair took a deep breath, turning his attention to the dog. “Hey, Buddy.” He said, petting the mabari’s head. “Are you feeling alright?” 

Buddy whined and sucked in a breath, and it was Alistair’s turn to worry. He remembered the sick mabari hounds at Ostagar, the ones who died of the Blight, and how weak they looked, laying on the ground, whining in pain and struggling to breathe. 

“Alistair…” His wife said, after a moment of silence. 

“You stay here. I’ll go fetch someone.” He said, beginning to stand up. “And you-” he looked at Buddy “you stay strong.” 

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30 minutes had passed when Alistair came back, followed by the kennel master.

He examined Buddy and soon, he said “I believe I know what the problem is.” He turned to Anneliese. “Your Majesty, how long have you had this mabari?”

“I don’t remember the exact age, but maybe since I was ten or eleven. Why?” She asked, but she knew what he was going to say next. 

The kennel master took a deep breath. “May I speak bluntly?” He asked and both Anneliese and Alistair nodded. “He is dying of old age. Just as we humans wither away, his body can no longer keep going on. This is why he is struggling to breathe. I am sorry.” 

Anneliese took a deep breath, petting Buddy as he whined in her lap, seemingly aware of his condition. “Is he in pain?” 

“He is most likely uncomfortable, yes.” 

“Is there anything we can do to soothe it?” Alistair asked, his voice slightly cracking. 

“There are a few herbs that might deal with the pain but there is something I’d like to suggest. I cannot predict how much longer your hound has, Your Majesty, but there are some herbs that can…speed up the process.”

“You mean to poison the dog?” Alistair said. 

“No. These are not poisonous, but they would put him to sleep and eventually stop his heart.”

“So just like poison.”

“Alistair.” Anneliese huffed and he shut his mouth. She turned to the kennel master, trying to keep her voice still. “Would that…hurt him?”

“No, Your Majesty. I guarantee, it is completely painless. A quick and painless death.” 

She closed her eyes and she brought her forehead to Buddy’s. She felt Alistair crouch down next to her, and rub her back as she whispered to her dog. 

“Oh Buddy, I don’t wanna lose you too…but I can’t stand to watch you suffer.” Tears streamed down her face as she continued. “Will you forgive me if I let you go?” 

With more effort than normal, Buddy lifted his head from her lap to lick her cheeks, bringing a small chuckle from her, but also an answer. She looked to the kennel master. 

“Do it.” 

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Alistair whispered, putting a hand on her shoulder. 

She grabbed his hand, squeezing it and shaking her head. “I don’t want to. But it’s the kinder option.” She turned to the kennel master. “I just ask...let me have one final night with him. We’ll do it in the morning.” 

He nodded and stood up. “Of course.” 

After he left, Anneliese picked up Buddy once again, and placed him in Alistair’s bed before joining him. She held him close to her, and the mabari was content to let her do so, even if it meant her crying in his fur. Alistair laid behind her, his chest to her back, as he held her too, petting her hair and trying to soothe her. 

In the end, neither got much sleep. 

. 

When morning came, everything moved quickly. 

Soon, Buddy was by the Maker’s side. They decided to bury him, next to a large tree in the garden where he liked to sit underneath. 

Anneliese had cried more than Alistair had ever seen her cry before that day. For the few days, she barely spoke to anyone, keeping more to her room. It was only a week later that Alistair found her sitting on the bench that faced that tree, and he noticed she was embroidering something. 

He said nothing as he sat besides her. 

“Mother didn’t want him at first.” Anneliese said, not looking at him. “But I had asked father for a dog, and of course he was going to give me one. It took some convincing, but she eventually allowed it, on the condition that I would train him.” 

She sniffed and then continued. “We used to run around the castle, and when father taught me to fight, Buddy would spar with me.” She shook her head and the beginning of a smile formed on her lips. “I remember Fergus teasing me about the name. He’s a mabari war hound, you can’t call him ‘Buddy’, he said. But I was a ten year old girl, so of course I was going to name my dog something like that.” 

Alistair chuckled. “When we were in Ostagar, I kept thinking that if I managed to bond with one of the mabari there, I’d name him Barkspawn.” That got a laugh out of Anneliese. “So I think Buddy is better.” 

“If we ever have children, remind me to not let you pick the name.” She jested and shook her head. 

“But he was that. He was my best friend. He was there for everything. I thought he was all I had left of my family, he helped us end the Blight and train the new Wardens. I can’t believe he’s gone.” She took a deep breath, as she covered her eyes with her hand, tears running down. 

Alistair hugged her and she clung to him, sobbing into his chest before looking at him. “I don’t know if I did the right thing. In letting him go.” 

Alistair looked at his wife, and he thought for a moment on what to say. 

“A long time ago, someone once told me that there would be decisions in our life that had no good outcome. That no matter what we did, we couldn’t save everyone but we could try to choose the least worst option.” 

She knew what he was talking about. it was what she told him after they left Redcliff, when Alistair confronted her about killing Connor. She did not expect for him to remember it after so long, even less for him to say it to her. 

“Either Buddy was going to die a slow and painful death, that we could never predict when would happen, or we could put him to sleep, granting him more mercy than other dogs near death.” He referred to the mabari at Ostagar, whom the kennel master put down after they couldn’t be cured of the Blight. But back then, the method had been more bloody.

He wiped a few tears from her face, his finger lightly tracing the scar on her face, as she took a few deep breaths. 

“He would have died either way.” She whispered and turned her head towards the tree. “I hope he forgives me.” 

“He was a smart dog. I think he understood.” She nodded to what he said. “Maker, sometimes I think he was too smart. Maybe he was just some guy turned into a dog by some witch like Morrigan.” 

Anneliese laughed at his silliness. “You think Morrigan would do that?”

“Think? Oh, I’m certain she has done so before. She kept threatening to turn me into a frog half the time we were camping.” 

“She wouldn’t have done so.” 

“You always put too much trust in her.”

“Even if she tried, I wouldn’t have let her.” Anneliese kissed his cheek and placed her head on his shoulder, bringing up the embroidery she had been working on before he arrived. “It’s not done yet, but it’s almost there.” 

On the fabric, Anneliese had done the silhouette of a dog, and was in the process of filling it up. Underneath that, there was the phrase ‘Buddy - Loyal hound and friend.’ 

“When did you begin this?” 

“The day after Buddy died. I needed to stab something, to put the pain somewhere else.” 

“It looks lovely.” He handled her work back to her. 

“Thank you.” She placed it on the bench, before standing up and walking to the tree. She touched the bark and looked to the ground. “Oh Buddy…I hope you’re running around mother and father and Oren and Orianna.” She said the name of her deceased family members. “And when my time comes, I know you’ll be there to see me.” 

She walked back to Alistair and hand in hand, the two walked back to the castle. 

Even years after his death, Anneliese would remember Buddy how he had been: playful, loyal, strong. She’d always remember him sitting by her bed, putting his head on her lap or when he begged for food she couldn’t give him. 

Buddy had been almost 20 years old when he passed, a very long age for his breed, and he had been the best dog any girl could have asked for.

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A/N: Two weeks ago, we had to put one of my dogs, Malta, to sleep. She was 8 years old and she was fighting both melanoma and tick disease and we didn't want her to suffer further. She was the best girl in the world and I'm still dealing with this grief and I wrote this to try and help it a bit. It's not perfect, and I don't know if it helped a hundred percent but I needed to put some of pain somewhere else.

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[ghostbrawl]

sent the 🐯 - nono the thing is i do know you!! youre not a stranger im just... sometimes i get spooked off, from interacting so much. because sometimes i think people just hate me and only keep me around as to not make me upset :( and thats got nothin to do with you, you didnt do anything wrong. its me with my stupid thoughts and shit. i think youre really cool and i love your art and style and you seem so confident and dont give a shit about a lot of things. im intimidated by that

tried to answer this one privately and realized i couldn't because its an anon ask haha .. welp! i still want you to hear my input on this one so it's just going to be no reblog.

i'm going to put my response under the cut though for the sake of people's dashboards and because it's somewhat mushy. continue if you dare, followers - i'll be talking in depth about, like, emotions an shit.

so i sat on this ask for a while and really rolled it around my enclosure a little bit. full disclosure i need to just say for a long time i also felt this way - by that i mean feeling as though [people just hate me and only keep me around as to not make me upset] - for various reasons.

one reason was that i had experienced real world examples of this sort of coddling many times - people online and in real life would often entertain me to my face and talk about me behind my back, mostly until i got too annoying to bear and was openly lashed out at or shunned. most of these incidents occurred when i was 16 or younger, to be fair, but they did make a mark on me.

another reason was just anxiety - if i didn't know exactly what the people around me thought, it would be safe to say those thoughts were bad. it would've verified what i thought about myself- and assuming those people already hated me allowed me to empathize with the versions of my loved ones that i created in my head. i often mourned the fact that they had to deal with me before i even knew whether they were annoyed or not.

these were the two main reasons why i often felt like people hated me, but i'm sure there were more.

i don't have an EXACT read on who you are anon, though i feel like i have an idea (you don't have to tell me, but if you'd like, reach out and send me a dm) - but personally, if we know each other, and i've not yelled at you or blocked you or told you not to talk to me, there's an incredibly decent chance (99%) that i neither hate you nor think you're annoying.

if you're my next door neighbor from two years ago, i take that back. but if you aren't, keep reading!

other than in my deepest darkest worst moments, i've pretty much trained myself out of the kneejerk assumption that my friends and loved ones hate me. i'll try not to sound preachy when i talk about why, but trust me when i say i have a point here in talking about it.

anyway - here's how i stopped doing that.

#1 - i started to model my own understandings of people's attitudes toward others based on my own attitudes.

ok i know that sounds weird or isn't very easy to understand so let me just give an example.

a technique i used a lot was just thinking through how, when, and why i liked or loved my friends. i loved my friends because they have similar interests to me, because of the history we had together, because it was easy to communicate with them, because i loved their minds and ideas, because they enriched my life (even when i didn't talk to them as much), because i was excited to hear from them + learn about their life, because i cared about them and didn't want to see them sick or hurt, because they were fun to hang out with, etc. etc etc.

then, i'd think about how i felt when one of my friends messed up, was irritating, annoying, or made me angry in some way. depending on how egregious the ill was, i reacted anywhere from pretty much none at all (for most irritations or annoyances) - to 'angry in the moment, it fades later' (for high stress situations in which i had no excuses for that friend) - to 'we seriously need to work this out' (for ongoing situations in which i was building up the strength to address).

most of the time, the irritations i encountered fell into the first category. many times i couldn't even be annoyed - i loved those friends so much that it didn't even matter, either in the very second the irritation happened or in the grand scheme of things.

in the few moments that i encountered more grave irritations such as those in the last category, what usually would happen is either that me and the other person sorted out our grievances and both agreed to change our behavior, or we parted ways.... and many of the friends i parted ways with i found wanting their company again and reconnected with them.

in evaluating myself in the context of my friends, though i can never know how, when, or why my friends love me, i know for relative certainty that when i am irritating or annoying to them, it is incidental and fades just as quickly for them as it fades for me. my friends will never be as concerned with my small flaws and ills as i am - it simply doesn't affect them nearly as much as it affects me.

^ this idea is doubly true for acquaintances and people you don't know as well as to say "friends" -- at the acquaintance level people can choose whether to get closer or to drift, factoring in time, interest, hyperfixation, location, their jobs, etc.

but this first technique only worked when i had the self-esteem to internalize the fact that other people's inner worlds were both just as complex as mine (holding complex feelings about oneself and each other) and just as simple as mine (annoyed or not? and for how long? etc)!

so another thing that really helped me was

#2 - faking confidence until i could build it properly.

i know everyone says this shit and it seems so ineffectual when it feels much more grounded and real to be cynical, to be anxious and upset with oneself.

and in many senses, it IS ineffectual - immediately. faking confidence is something that only works over years of doing it, and in faking your confidence you must also identify very real parts of yourself to be Actual Confident(tm) about and work toward feeling that way for real.

faking confidence is the sandbox where i, personally, found actual things to be proud of myself for within. when i faked confidence in my voice, way of thinking, my art, and my personality, i eventually found actual things to like in each of those aspects of myself based on how people reacted to that "front" of confidence i put up about those aspects of myself.

for a while i faced an awkward phase where my faked confidence was so intense that it manifested as arrogance and aggression toward others -- avoid this if you can . facepalm emoji.

but in presenting myself as somebody who was equal (or even greater) than other people in social situations i was in, other people pointed out things to be praised about me.

at first i'd be skeptical, but i'd keep it in the back of my mind. but over time, i'd see over and over the success of those parts of myself in social situations, artistic circles, athletic contexts, etc, and start to think "maybe i am good at [x]" or "maybe [personality trait] about me is helpful and cool", and on and on and on.

confidence and self-like is a process that builds on itself and gets easier over time. the second i began to question whether traits i had were really harmful or bad, the more i started to see reinforcing evidence of the contrary; of them being productive, healthy, interesting, worth having rather than destroying.

and the further you progress in this avenue, the easier it is to #not give a shit about things - or to respond less to attacks on the psyche or personality.

and when i reinforced + gained a respect for the parts of myself i once hated, it became easier to believe that others could admire me as much i admired them - that others could brush off my shortcomings as easily as i brushed off theirs.

recently, i hate to admit, i've had to start this process of loving myself all over again as i've started to experience a major personality shift brought on by gaining different + new responsibilities in my life. i respond differently to new circumstances so many times that i'm becoming somebody different - somebody i'm not yet prepared to love. somebody that i'm much more inclined to loathe, because i've seen the effects of my new personality traits on myself and others; not in observing my own actions, but in observing the actions of people in my life with the same personality traits such as my family.

so for now my confidence in a lot of situations is much shakier than it used to be - but the foundations i created back when are still there. when i don't believe in myself or punch down on myself i can keep it relatively contained internally and not project it onto others - or if i can't avoid projecting it, i at least understand on some level that i'm being unreasonable... and i can still keep that outward confident look pretty seamlessly while working out new insecurities from within.

trust me - i give a lot of shits, and so does every other confident person you know. we just keep it to ourselves - not to say that keeping it to oneself is inherently better, but it just helps to keep oneself from spiraling into deeper and deeper self hatred. keeping that hate on the down-low keeps it from gaining significant power.

in terms of being intimidated by other confident people....

i have nothing really to say about that. i think it's something that both affirms and worries the confident person in question - to be intimidating is to be slick and cool and impenetrable. but to be intimidating is also to be impenetrable (/neg) - impossible to see the inner life of through that glare of coolness or confidence. i guess its a double edged sword, i dunno.

but i think it gets easier to see even the intimidatingly cool as dorky, regular people when you recognize that pretty much everyone has or had crappy self image at one point. people are less intimidating when you allow the idea that they too, are people who fuck up, who go through things, who break down, who hate themselves, and who are just trying their best to seem like somebody lovable and worthwhile. and do that in order to CHASE interactions with others - and that wanting those interactions doesn't reflect badly on you or them.

but idk. i get it if u don't wanna read all that.

TLDR: ur thoughts aren't stupid and we've all been there. and i'm just some tumblr user on the internet it's really not so serious or scary. i post incessantly about robot sex and wizards instead of getting groceries. and everyone is just as stupid and dorky as the worst person you know and that's totally fine.

[ohsunshine]

3, 7, 9, 15, 25, and 27 for the munday meme. SORRY I am mobile and pasting all the questions i want to would take so long….

munday asks.

on what platform did you start RPing?

neopets when i was like. 10 lmaooooo.

is there a muse you played on more platforms or in different moments of your life?

i started out writing elizabeth swann from pirates of the caribbean, because that was insanely popular on neopets at the time. again, i was quite young so it wasn't particularly Good(TM) but i do miss opening up a forum and getting randoms in for back and forth writing for a couple of hours at a time. not something i'd be suuuper interested in doing now, i don't think, because i like to have some sense of a person/their writing before i start writing with them but it was fun at the time.

i don't really remember if i wrote A Specific Character at a specific point in my life, but some notable characters since include je.an mor.eau from all for the ga.me, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

did you have muse you tried to play, but ended up dropping for various reasons? (the rpc wasn’t active, you lost interest, etc)

i wrote a LOT of dream when i first came to tumblr lol. there's been some that i've wanted to write but don't know how to make them work in settings outside their canon or it's just like. the general anxiety of putting them out there and people feeling like They Have To Interact With This Character (which isn't the case).

but overall i lose interest in writing a character pretty fast if there isn't any interest in writing with them u know.

what do you think about roleplaying with anons?

i don't really know how this would work on tumblr. i think anon is off anyway but i'm pretty staunchly mutuals only so i don't think i'd be up for it here.

do you play smut? do you play it only with characters you’re shipping with, or are you open for “one night stands”?

ehhhhh... i'm more interested in like. everything BUT actual genitals slapping these days. i really like corinthrome for that reason (and others) because it's like. oh they're never actually going to fuck in real world ways, i don't have to write about dicks and holes and tongues and so on. i like the... emotional stuff surrounding sex, and the dynamics that can be at play but actually writing out extended sex scenes these days is largely boring/somewhat uncomfortable for me i think. maybe because tumblr is so public? idk.

BUT i'm ok with referencing it happening between whatever fuckin' characters, whether we're Shipping Them or not, if we've written together a lot/for a long time.

VERY OCCASIONALLY i might reblog a smut meme for like a one-shot thing but i haven't for a long time. idk. the stars haven't aligned for me to do that recently i guess.

are you interested into poly relationships for your muse?

yes! any of them, except del who i don't ship with. i think she's the only one but there might be others. tbh my muse list changes fairly frequently so it's usually a surprise who's on there when i check it.

[mindrole]

Yo, I somewhat lurk your blog because you make very fun and interesting posts!! Your takes are nice to read and your art is very nice; I simply avoid to reblog because I had this...vibe? I guess? That you wanted your posts to remain a little more hidden away.

That doesn't change the fact that I surely can't be the only one who lurks but certainly loves your work!!!

first of all, thank you for the kind words!!

tbh i kind of just rattled the post off and went to do stuff so i forgot about it, i didn't expect a response, so im super flattered!! (and a little embarassed, perhaps bashful)

its quite kind of you to send this...

the issue of reblogs: i dont mind at all!! as you may have noticed there are two or three posts i have locked reblogs for.. those are obviously NG (mostly either "my interpretation changed drastically so im disowning it" or "ill go back and fix it (<-art)") but everything else is A-OK ❤️ if i don't want something to be reblogged i will lock it. (usually i will leave in the tags or edit the post with the reason)

i love when my stuff is shared around!! and getting nice nonnies like you is always a lot of fun. to be honest i think because those dried up for a while i got a stir crazy

really i'm like, a very sociable person, i like to bounce ideas off of others even if its indirect and even i get really neurotic about stuff. so i read every tag and interaction with a big goofy smile on my face. i like feeling seen, and most people would not disagree that it's nice. so it's like this... i am... a huge geek

i want to be less sheepish about posting in the main tag too. the initial bad experience i had (and caused myself, i don't wanna deny that) can't really be helped anymore, but eventually i wanna be brave about it. i wanna shake off the weird mindset of "i've already ruined my shot so i should stop posting in the tag, everyone probably already has a big ❌️ on me anyway." (if someone doesn't want to see my stuff they probably already have me blocked... so its fine!!! or they can just scroll past. im not taking up any space i shouldn't. i have to learn this!!!)

there are a lot of things i don't tag because either i'm afraid my sense of humor is too esoteric and/or mean spirited or because it is a junk doodle (not in a self deprecating way, its just not something i wanna put in the tag). also cuz i post a lot, it is kind of spam-y. recently i got an ask asking why i hate httr... of course i don't!!! but i love making fun of that baby man so much. so im also wary of maybe, i might upset someone without that context and they think i'm openly posting character hate. that kind of thing, i worry TOO much

(don't worry, that ask was really funny, even if it scrambled my brain a bit)

i think a lot of people who might enjoy the blog also may bounce after reading my pinned and seeing that i don't tag spoilers. that's ok, i hope someone translates the interlude soon because somehow even in its short duration i love it a lot. com is coming out soon too!!! eventually the stock of those characters will rise and they will gain more fans and they will come across my blog and go, woah, this crazy person drew so much art prerelease!!!!. azuma's stock... will also rise!!!

at the end of the day my philosophy is that fan works are things we share out of love and passion, loving the works of others and making are like a symbiotic relationship, one cannot exist without the other. seeing other people's stuff makes me wanna make too. that kind of thing. this applies to both fan work and original work actually.

sorry you got subjected to my mentally ill ramble... im really thankful to have gotten this ask genuinely.. it super made my day

i hope you continue to enjoy the blog ^^