#trista hawke

[becauseanders]

5 (song) and 29 (tattoos) for the oc ask!! Whichever ocs you want to pick or have an answer for (and also Anders, obvi)

Not me looking for song recs or tattoo ideas or anything ;)

thank you, friend!! but also you made a mistake by trying to get me to make a decision because now i'm just going to answer for everyone, lmao

also to explain the counting-of-the-anders thing, anders cousland is the version of anders from my ridiculously long dragon age ii modern au it means tumult, where yes because it is an au everyone is a little oc-ified but because it's a handers fic that makes this au anders the most fleshed out after trista hawke, and i love him so fucking much, so i decided he counts for this game, lol

anyway, after that unnecessary ramble, here go!

5. What is the song you most associate to them? marian hawke: "map change" by every time i die or (even though this is cheap as fuck and more of a handers song to me) "marian" by the sisters of mercy

trista hawke: "temple of love" by the sisters of mercy

autumn amell: "thing with feathers" by every time i die

astrid trevelyan: "anhedonia" by chelsea wolfe and emma ruth rundle

carrie shepard: "the becoming" by nine inch nails

sara ryder: "our lady of sorrows" by my chemical romance

anders cousland: "rock 'n' roll suicide" by david bowie (in fact i literally starting writing that fic 100% just so there could be a universe where a hawke sings this to him)

29. They have a chance to get a tattoo: what would it be? marian hawke: okay first of all because i just did it APPARENTLY IF YOU GOOGLE "DRAGON AGE HAWKE TATTOO" THE FIRST IMAGE ON THE "ALL RESULTS" PAGE IS ME????? anyway, though, it's this red thing on her arm, i just see it as an actual tattoo she has even though we don't know what the fuck it means (also since i mentioned it uhh, i guess here's mine too, direct from the google results!, even though that arm doesn't look like that anymore as it's now a fully filled in half sleeve…although fuck, i barely even look like that anymore and goddamn let's not dwell on that…despite the fact that all my pink had faded out in this picture let the internet remember me this way indeed)

trista hawke: same as my marian, but in her universe i made it so that it's sort of like a hawke family crest she also just so happens to have no idea of the origin for, lol

autumn amell: she would totally get a broken circle sort of symbol, and/or a grey warden symbol, and/or a rose (most likely all of the above if given the opportunity)

astrid trevelyan: she has a tattoo under her left eye that's just little lines and dots, per the tattoo options in the character creation screen, and it's there to draw more attention to the scars she has on that side of her face and head (she also shaves her head on that side) that she acquired while fighting with the mage rebellion, which she's very proud of taking part in (even though she also regularly lies about whether or not she was part of it with the inquisition because she's terrified) (also here she is in a video capture even though you still really can't see the tattoo super well)

carrie shepard: she actually just starts collecting tattoos after the war and jack does them, and most of them are small and hidden and very personal (the coordinates for mindoir and anderson's service number, for example) but she has two fairly large ones, one on the inside of each forearm: an ash tree for ashley, and an outline of the river thames for anderson

sara ryder: she has a really big tattoo that covers pretty much her entire neck and is just pretty linework patterns that almost look like an elaborate large necklace; she got it because she thought it looked nice but also it was right after her mom died and she obviously wasn't getting any support so it was kind of a breakdown tattoo

anders cousland: tbh i'm not sure he would, like…he would probably just rather put the money towards his activism but if for some reason he had to, i'd have to really think about it but i could probably figure out an explanation for the "vengeance" (fuck you bioware) symbol to end up being associated with his justice persona in this universe

🥰

thank you again!

[Wholesome OC Asks]

[sageandscorpiongrass]

could you do a web about loving someone who doesn’t love you back

certainly!

I Wish That You Loved Me.

I Swear Somewhere This Works, Trista Mateer | For the Best, Gregory and the Hawk | Today Means Amen, Sierra DeMulder | from the unsent project | poem I wrote sitting across the table from you, Kevin Varrone | The Garden of Eden, Ernest Hemmingway | Cascando, Samuel Beckett | Hungry Thread of Nerves, Fatima Aamer Bilal | Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude, Ross Gay | @/haematiclove on twitter | Lullabies, Lang Leav | In a Dream You Saw a Way To Survive, Clementine von Radics | Don’t You Dare (Make Me Fall in Love With You), Kaden MacKay | Honeybee: Baggage, Trista Mateer | If This Were My Book The Ending Would Be So Different, Natalia Vela

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[thatliminal-wanderer]

Pilby (Regretevator) ID Pack

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Titles

A Bug With A Face Full Of Makeup, That Clown With Stage Fright, The Bug Of Green and Blue, The Buggy Clown, The Clown Who’s Makes Is Smeared By Tears, The Clown With An Ever Present Frown, The Failed Clown, The Nervous Bug, The Sorrowful [Bug/Clown], [prn] Who Is Scared To Preform

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Buglaside, Butterflyaesic, Caterpillargender, Clowncoden, Clowngender, Clownplushgender, Costumeclowngender, Epuisetristic, Feargender/Bugfearic, Gendercryic, Gendermoth, Gendersob, Koniraver, Lepidoverueic, Mariphosial, Mothaesic, Phosclownose

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Alderacles, Aldermoth/Mothstelic/Mothvior/Mothvesi, Alderpetalou, Assigned Butterfly at Birth/ABAB, Assigned Pastel Clown at Birth/APCaB, Bugdernic/Antennadernic, Bugperspesque, Clownperspesque, Clownstelic, Clownvior, Moth Omninoun, Regretevatorhearthic

[kirkwall-age]

hey what if instead of working on either of my dragon age fics i wrote 7k about this instead? what then?

Some things are just done off the page. Trista Mateer, “Dragonhearts”

“There is no romance in this book.”

That’s Isabela’s first complaint when he gives her his early draft of The Tale of the Champion.

It’s been his great ambition for a while, and he’s been working on it on and off without setting any deadlines for himself. Accumulating an exhaustive collection of their assorted adventures. He even wanted to be factual, at first. For like a day or two. But that version immediately wasn’t coming together.

Chronicle is not his genre. Neither is candor. Embellished fiction is.

A true version is for someone else to try and piece together afterwards — preferably posthumously, long after they’re all gone. Even now, in his attempts at obfuscations, he’s already skirting that line between outrageously immodest and actually incriminating.

Some of the stories he wrote down then and there, right as they happened — the vibrancy of it still fresh in his mind, coursing through his veins and begging for him to pick up the pen and put it to use. Others are recollections, colored both by nostalgia and his penchant to get satirical.

Still, it’s a worthy goal — to try and tell most of it like it was. It feels like something he owes to Hawke, maybe. A grand gesture type thing.

He’s thinking: an epic in three acts.

He’s even very close to finishing.

He’s unaware of that, of course. All of them are. The book is nearing completion simply because the finale has been set in motion and is rushing towards them at full speed, about to force on them the ending.

Varric looks at Isabela sardonically as she is perched on his desk — because Isabela has not met a chair she didn’t go out of her way to ignore.

“I didn’t exactly want to show my hand, Rivaini.”

“But, Varric,” Isabela curves her eyebrows in exaggerated heartbreak. “It will never sell without some good romancing.”

Isabela has been his first co-conspirator and critic ever since the first chapters of Hard in Hightown. She was also probably the only one who was satisfied with how her cameo in that book turned out. Either way, he’s been letting her be his first reader ever since. Even if her feedback is usually of… limited helpfulness.

“I’m not good at romances,” he waves his hand dismissively. “Swords & Shields is easily the worst thing I have ever written. Now, improbably high stakes and blood-soaked mysteries — that’s where I’m at home. And, I don’t like to brag—”

— Isabela snorts and throws him an amused look of Since when? —

“—but,” he insists over her snark, “I am sort of very good at what I do. The book will sell fine. It will sell even if a blind mabari writes it. Everybody wants to know what in the name of Andraste’s balls has been happening in this city.”

Isabela snorts again and nods philosophically. “The woman did have gigantic balls if she did even half the stuff that they say she did,” she muses.

“I always thought so,” Varric nods.

Isabela groans theatrically and throws her head back in dramatic defeat. “Fine. Maybe it will sell. But, Varric, they’re still gonna pan it. Think about it: you’re making Hawke into this big hero — the people will absolutely want to know how she fell in love. Are you really going to let your readership down? They’ll never believe her bed stayed empty for all these long barren years.” She gives Varric a look. “Even Aveline got some, and that girl was hopeless about it.”

Varric sighs. “Well, what do you want me to do here? You think they’ll pan it for the lack of romance — imagine the reaction if the romance is the author’s self-insert. No one will believe that. They’ll think I just made it up to stroke my delusional ego.”

Isabela frowns and seems to consider it. Apparently, the lack of romance was less of a frivolous criticism and more of an actual concern for her. A problem to be solved. “Well, how about—”

“Rivaini,” he stops her gently. “Whatever happened between Hawke and me — has no bearing on anything that happened in Kirkwall. Just let it go. This one I’m choosing to keep private.”

⬥⬦⬦⬥

“There’s too much romance in this book,” Anders says, having finished the last pages of the draft.

Varric sighs and massages one of his temples, more out of frustration than an actual headache.

Well, that’s a new one.

Anders is the second person who gets to provide commentary on his work, on the account of: well, who else?

Fenris is making progress in his reading lessons, but he isn’t quite up to sifting through the disjointed accounts Varric has been trying to wrestle into a cohesive narrative. Merrill only has the Dalish legends to compare anything to, so she can read his stories all she likes but she’s not exactly savvy about the kind of literature he’d be competing against. Sebastian, to the surprise of no one, takes to the task of providing constructive criticism with gusto: last time, he started giving Varric editing advice — and, also to the surprise of no one, Varric discovered he’s not too keen on that. As for Aveline… well, let’s just say she’s still a bit cross with him over the whole ‘friend-fiction’ thing.

(There is another person he’s not naming, of course. The one who’s been reading the chapters of his serials way ahead of Isabela or anyone else. The one who’s been an attentive listener as he was wrestling with half-baked ideas, bouncing off plot hooks off of her. Except, of course, this is her story. And it’s not like she’s unaware this has been a long-term project for him — putting her achievements into writing. He certainly spends a lot of time entertaining crowds with speeches about her. But… he’s been really dragging his feet in admitting to her just how well into his efforts he actually is. How it’s beginning to look like an actual book.

He should really tell her.

Soon.)

“What are you talking about, Blondie?” he says out loud. “The book has no romance. That was a conscious effort on my part — that there’d be no romance.”

Anders is still holding the last of the pages, reexamining some of the passages, and he looks up, levelling Varric with a discerning look. “Was it,” he says flatly. He sounds undeservedly mocking as he says it.

“All right, what’s with the tone,” Varric grimaces, yanking the pages out of his hands and back into his safe and judgment-free possession.

“Well, let me see if I can draw you a picture. The book is about Hawke,” Anders pauses significantly, like this may be difficult for Varric to follow. “You’re in love with Hawke,” he enunciates slowly. “You spent — what is it—” Anders thumbs the stack of pages on the desk appraisingly, “—about two, two hundred and fifty pages? Going on and on and on about Hawke. Which, yes. She’s the main character and all kinds of impressive. We all know that. But the way you talk about her… it doesn’t exactly take a genius to see the author is in love with the subject of his prose. Might… wanna do something about that.”

Varric looks away glumly. He remembers years ago. The ribbing he got for trying to insert his friends into Hard in Hightown. He didn’t mean anything by it: it was more of a gag. He thought they’d get a laugh out of it.

(“I’m a bartender?” was all Fenris said to him flatly. Aveline didn’t talk to him for two weeks, and Carver only snarked something passive-aggressive. Well, more than usual.)

But he tipped his hand even then.

She had eyes the color of aquamarines and dark hair that fell across her brow like sword-strokes, was what he wrote.

She strode into the parlor with such dignified elegance that Donnen didn’t realize for several moments that she was clad in a housecoat and not a ball gown.

Varric remembers much of what he’s written over the years by heart. Words he has chosen carefully, words he has toiled over for so long that they became indented into his brain. There’s a lot from that serial he can still quote.

Those words, however. Those were not careful words.

He gave the new chapter out to the entire gang at once, which might have been a mistake. Because in the middle of it all Merrill kept loudly trying to guess at who was which character in real life — and, as she read the passage about ‘Lady Marielle’ aloud, Varric suddenly found Isabela’s eyes glued to him shrewdly.

“Uh, Varric…” she muttered under her breath.

And, yeah. He heard it.

Having the words read back to him out loud, he heard it. And he didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t stop the moment from unravelling. Anders was looking at him too, now, his expression mildly curious. And it was just hanging there. That sentence, so horrifically transparent.

Hawke was sitting next to him — and he was waiting (and not waiting) for her to speak. He threw a glance at her, just a quick dart of the eyes, and then just as quickly away. He didn’t want to know her expression.

Hawke squinted at the page she was reading, unaware of the mood shift. It was possible that she tuned Merrill out completely. It was a long seven seconds of excruciating silence before she lowered the page and looked at him, her eyebrows lifted in a pointed question.

“Let me see if I understand this correctly,” she said. “Saemus Dumar… is my husband?” she waved the papers at him in something like admonishment.

And, just like that, the tension was gone.

Anders snorted and went back to reading the rest of it. Merrill just giggled. “I think it’s cute,” she said.

“Look,” Varric readily jumped on this opportunity to deflect. “Ever since the dashing rescue, he’s been half in love with you. Aveline tells me you’re all she ever hears him talk about.”

“Uh, Varric…” Isabela coughed unsubtly again, giving him a look. A look that clearly said: Saemus is not the only one half in love here. Varric glared at her to keep quiet.

Hawke’s expression rippled but remained unconvinced. “I’m pretty sure — admiration aside — he’s inclined the other way,” she said dryly. “Also, he’s like… twelve,” she added uncomfortably.

He wasn’t twelve, exactly — although certainly quite a bit younger than all of them. That made his hero-crush sort of sweet. As for his inclinations: the boy may have preferred to kiss other boys — but when he picked a woman to go batty over, he picked her well.

“It’s just for fun,” he promised, keeping his voice light and dismissive. “Just keep reading. Aveline’s coming up.”

“Joy,” Aveline said dryly, and in the ensuing laughter the incident went safely forgotten.

Funny… that he should make the same mistake again, all these years later, in the opposite direction.

Anders rises out of his chair and pats Varric on the shoulder on his way out. It feels unfairly snide.

⬥⬦⬦⬥

“So, here’s an idea for you.”

Varric gives Isabela a suspicious look. She and Anders have been whispering at the bar long enough for them to miss out on an entire round of Wicked Grace, and Varric isn’t entirely sure he will like what they were cooking up.

“Whatever it is, no,” he forestalls any hair-brained ideas. “I told you a million times, Rivaini: I will not go into business with you.”

“Pshh,” she snorts. “It’s about your book, silly. We have a… suggestion,” she grins and throws Anders a conspiratorial glance.

This does not allay his suspicions in the slightest.

“Oh?” he says, unenthused.

“Oi, why are they allowed to make suggestions?” Sebastian pipes up, if only half-heartedly.

“They might not be,” Varric says flatly. “We’re about to find out.”

“So… you remember that ‘friend-fiction’ thing? From years back?” Isabela wiggles her eyebrows excitedly.

Varric shoots Aveline a quick look. She looks stone-faced — which might mean she is too engrossed in the card game, or that she is exercising all her Maker-given patience to not get into it with Isabela again. He prays the Hanged Man is loud enough tonight that Isabela’s unsubtle voice is drowned out by the overall revelry.

“What about it?” he asks in a low strained voice.

“Why don’t you do it again?” Isabela beams at him.

He stares, not quite following. “I’m… sorry. What are we talking about here?”

“Your new book,” Anders leans over. “The Tale of the Champion. The amount of romance in it.”

“Or lack thereof,” Isabela insists with an eye-roll, before throwing Varric a coy look. “We were just thinking… since you’re covering for some of the events anyway… there are other people Hawke could have fallen in love with.”

Varric stares at her long enough that it would make anyone else uncomfortable. Isabela, however, has long since eschewed feeling shame. And she seems to think that her idea is genius. So she keeps staring back, entirely unbothered. Sighing, Varric pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Let me get this straight. You want me to write a story. About how the woman I love. Falls in love with one of you jokers?”

“That’s a terrible idea,” Aveline says without lifting her eyes from the cards. So she was listening. “Don’t do it.”

Varric stares at Isabela and Anders in exasperation. “Okay, I know why she’s suggesting it — that’s exactly her style — but why would you, Blondie?”

Anders shrugs. He has picked up his cards and is also staring at them intently — although in his case, unlike Aveline’s pretend disinterest, he seems to project uncertainty rather than anything else.

“To obfuscate things?” he offers quietly. “You’re lying about me already, aren’t you?”

“Well, yes,” Varric is forced to agree, “but I’m trying to lie as little as possible. That’s sort of the point. To represent Hawke as she is.”

Anders shrugs again. “Seems like you’re planning on lying about this anyway. You already hid it.”

“Don’t do it,” Aveline says again. “Hawke’s gonna hate it.”

But Varric’s mind is a mind of a writer. As much as he doesn’t want to be thinking about it — a part of him is already running through the concept. And Aveline’s right: it’s such a terrible idea. So terrible, in fact, that it might actually be brilliant.

“So, you want me to write a book where Hawke instead falls in love with…”

Isabela coughs pointedly and then looks at Varric, all demure. Fenris snorts.

Varric stares at her, deeply uneasy.

She makes a perfect candidate, of course. It was her idea, she loves chaos, loves lying — and she’s readily available. It is an uncomfortable realization that, in some other world, this is something that could have happened quite easily. He could shoehorn it in — and it’s sort of uncomfortable how easily it would make sense.

He isn’t sure how to explain how hesitant this makes him without sounding insane about it.

“Not to be a naysayer,” Sebastian chimes in again, with good-natured amusement, “but she doesn’t exactly seem the ideal romantic fit.”

“You take that back!” Isabela pretends to look offended.

Sebastian smiles patiently at her. “I understand that you’re very eager. But — purely from the narrative perspective — why would Hawke end up with you?”

“I think it would make for a wonderful story,” Merrill says. “Isabela’s so daring and wild! It would probably be very thrilling.”

“Thank you, Kitten,” Isabela grins, and apparently nudges her leg under the table playfully, because Merrill jumps up and then giggles.

“Isabela also skipped town for three years because feelings made her uncomfortable,” Sebastian points out dryly.

“Oh, and, let me guess, you think you’re a better match? Your Acolyteship of Our Lady Redeemer? What kind of a book would that be? A chaste marriage?” Isabela snorts.

“Actually, I was going to say that Fenris makes more sense,” Sebastian says neutrally.

“Oh, keep me out of it,” Fenris says, sounding neither pleased nor displeased.

“You know…” Anders says thoughtfully. “Speaking as someone who started a lot of false rumors while back in the Circle — and knows how to lead people by the nose. I don’t know if it’s a sensible strategy. It’s probably not even feasible. But. If it was me. I would write all of it.”

“How do you mean?” Fenris asks mildly.

“A version for each of us,” Anders shrugs and looks at Varric. “So people will never know the truth. Everything else will be the same, as candid as you want to make it. Except for your love life.”

“That cannot be a sound business decision,” Aveline says.

“No,” Varric lifts a finger, stopping her. His mind is definitely running with it now. “No, I think he’s actually onto something here. I… I kind of love it.”

He does. He understood their reasoning but — pawning Hawke off onto Isabela just wasn’t sitting right with him. It felt weirdly close to cheating. But a fictional scavenger hunt? A literary puzzle that the readers will be trying to solve for years to come, with no satisfying answer? Oh, he did say he excelled at writing mysteries.

“Oh, I don’t know that I’d make a good romantic lead,” Merrill chuckles. “I don’t think I’m terribly exciting.”

“No, no, it’s perfect. Don’t back out on me now, Daisy.” He looks around the table. “Six different versions of the book…”

“No,” Aveline finally looks up, slamming her cards onto the table. “I am married, Varric. I forgave you for writing that the fictional version of my husband has a thing for Hawke in your sordid detective thriller. But I will not have him — and half of the Free Marches — reading about how his wife had a tumultuous love affair with the Champion.”

“Fine,” Varric relents. She has a point — and also he owes her enough to let her have this win. “Five different versions of the book…”

⬥⬦⬦⬥

“…And then, after this night of passion, you get all caught up in yourself, overwhelmed by your feelings, and your scarred past that weighs too heavily all of a sudden. And you leave. And, for months on end, you can barely look each other in the eye. But the yearning is still there…”

Fenris frowns. “I would never leave Hawke.”

Varric waves his hand. “You’re the brooding love interest. You have to have time to brood about your complicated emotions, and how she deserves better than you. That’s the surface appeal.”

Fenris continues to look dubious. “I prefer to think that I would be a very dedicated and loyal partner,” he says.

Varric sighs, shaking his head. He really needs to get Fenris to read more romances — so he’d get the archetypes they’re working with here.

“People want drama first. They want misunderstandings, miscommunications! Loyalty has to be earned. Trust me, I write for a living. Three serpents, two knights, by the way,” he announces, laying his cards on the table.

Fenris smiles thinly. “Four knights,” he says, tossing his hand on the table on top of Varric’s smugly. “And if you’re painting me like some kind of an ass, I might be expecting royalties.”

⬥⬦⬦⬥

“So!” Isabela sits across from him, criss-crossing her legs as she starts to gesture wildly. “What I’m thinking is: after Hawke helps me deal with Hayden — way back when we first meet — I invite her back to my place, where—”

“No,” Varric interrupts her mildly.

“Oh, come on! You’re not even going to let me finish? This whole thing was my idea!”

“And this is not that kind of story,” he counters with a chuckle. “You’re thinking of it like you’re the main character, Rivaini. Sailing across the world, seducing people left and right… But that’s a whole different book. The Queen of the Waking Seas and the five times she slept with someone who went on to save Thedas.”

Isabela laughs, caught between being disappointed and amused.

“I’m just saying,” he says diplomatically. “The book is about Hawke. It’s going to be tasteful.”

Isabela pulls a face at him at that, and Varric raises both hands placatingly.

“I promise: your version will have the most amount of smut.”

Isabela still pouts a little. She’s flicking a dagger in her left hand lazily, which looks a little threatening since hes’ not caving to her demands.

“Well, I’m just saying,” she returns, tossing the blade up and down, “that if I got Hawke to fall in love with me, I’d treat her so good she wouldn’t have time to be the Champion. She wouldn’t leave the bed. We would just stay in her mansion forever… always naked. We wouldn’t need to put on clothes.”

“Duly noted,” Varric says flatly. “And we do all right, thank you.”

(He does make an effort to write the smut that Isabela so clearly desires in her fictional alter ego. And, in the end, she does end up aww’ing at the final love confession that Varric comes up with for her version. Which he does consider a victory.)

⬥⬦⬦⬥

In the end, he thinks of it as dividing them by genre.

Merrill is the low-stakes comfortable friendship that turns into something more. No slow burn, no needless drama. Just two people utterly devoted to each other. Supporting each other’s dreams. Sometimes a romantic comedy, sometimes a romantic suspense, but always full of warmth. Always sweet.

Isabela’s version, as promised, is as close to smut as he could get without actually peddling smut. Most of it is a bit purple prose — he doesn’t actually have a knack for horniness. Also, he doesn’t particularly want to imagine Hawke in bed with anyone else with much elaboration. As payback, he gives the fictional Isabela a lot of raw hesitant feelings — which is a subject he does excel at.

Fenris’s version is all drama and loud feelings. An unlikely love match, made nonetheless utterly fascinating by his aloof exterior and mysterious dark past. But is he too far gone to earn his happy ending? Fenris makes gagging noises about his arc — but Varric knows that it will sell, and it will sell well.

Anders’s version is, of course, a tragedy. Star-crossed lovers. A rebel doomed to fail. The first draft ends with Anders fleeing Kirkwall, leaving Hawke behind — because it is yet another layer of lies and protection Varric can offer his friend, to throw people off his scent.

He even toys with the idea of letting his character die, in a blaze of iconoclastic glory … but — that’s a bit of a downer. And Varric may be a big believer in tragic heroes and doomed endings. But it feels a bit unfair to both Hawke and Anders to make this version so tonally different from the rest. Before the book is published, he revises and retouches it several times, to make it into something softer.

And then, of course… Sebastian. That one’s the trickiest. For all that Varric believes in Andraste and the Maker, he doesn’t understand Chantry folk. He doesn’t understand a guy who lived such a vibrant life and then traded it all for piety either. And some of the piety also rubs him the wrong way, too.

“Varric…” Isabela squints at the pages dubiously when she gets to read Sebastian’s first draft. “This reads like… hm. How do I put it delicately?”

“Why break character on my account: put it indelicately.”

“Indelicately: you do know this man has fucked his way through half of Starkhaven before they locked him up in the Chantry to protect the virtue of their remaining sons and daughters?”

“That is not accurate!” Sebastian balks, scandalized. “Thank you very much…”

Isabela ignores him and waves the pages in the air. “This reads like he’s some kind of a drab pious fussbucket. This also reads like he didn’t get drunk last week and made out with that templar fellow, what was his name?” she shoots Sebastian a sly look as he flushes furious crimson and hides his expression in his mug of ale. Isabela looks at Varric again, all smug. “This reads like he’s no fucking fun. Would we hang out with someone who’s no fucking fun?”

In the end, he nearly doesn’t write his version at all.

The book really only comes together after everything goes down with Meredith — it’s when the story most demands to be told. And by that time, Sebastian is no longer fun. He’s also no longer a friend. He left them to go back to his throne in Starkhaven, with promises of retribution — which left them all with a bad taste in their mouth.

“These were coming out kind of good, actually,” Isabela tells him in the aftermath, sounding almost regretful. “Too bad.”

They’re collecting all his pages into four neat manuscripts to be delivered, and this version is going to the scrap pile. She leafs through it, almost wistful. She isn’t aiming for anything with it — it’s simply an observation. Possibly even a compliment. Maybe she’s trying to make him feel better about the whole thing.

“No big deal,” he says flatly. “Every writer knows you gotta kill your darlings sometimes.”

“I guess,” Isabela says, but it sounds a little bit like What a waste.

In the end, however, the version doesn’t end up on the cutting floor. In the end, there is no person in Thedas who doesn’t want to read The Tale of the Champion. His publisher is salivating. Varric could probably wash his hands clean off dealing with the Merchants’s Guilds forever with the profits.

And then what his publisher wants is to print a whole new edition. All bound in wyvern leather, embossed in gold, with woodcut illustrations. Hawke’s story is selling, and will continue to sell, and his publisher wants to make bank.

Varric… doesn’t. This was never the point.

He wanted the story known. He wanted it out there. He wants Hawke to be known by people, by everyone — not get wrapped in the most expensive materials known to printing, to become an overpriced folio that uppity nobles put on their pretentious shelves, to pat themselves on the back about how they are so informed and enlightened.

The publisher is adamant. Threats are exchanged, in the true dwarven fashion. The Coterie is almost involved.

And then Varric has a thought.

“You can do it — and charge whatever you like — but only if it’s this one version that ends up being special.”

His publisher’s face drops in concern.

They’ve already had several dozen arguments about it, even before the first printing — that Varric’s idea of publishing several versions was utterly insane. Worse: a bad financial decision.

“It’s not the smut version, is it?” he asks, entirely suspicious of Varric’s sudden change of heart. “I don’t want woodcuts of smut in my book.”

Varric chuckles. “Far from it,” he says. “Perfectly tame, I assure you.”

The publisher looks less than thrilled — which is the opposite of how Varric is finding this.

If he has to okay a special, unreasonably expensive, and ridiculously difficult-to-obtain version of his own book — well, at least he can ensure that the people who cannot get it will not be missing much.

⬥⬦⬦⬥

The thing is. The thing. Which he is not really addressing.

Is that, swept up in the creative process of it all — (before the Gallows, before the ending) — there was still one person he was supposed to tell.

And he was going to. Of course, he was.

Any day now.

Soon.

He keeps telling himself that, as more and more pages of five different love stories tack on back in his room at the Hanged Man. Which he continues to casually neglect to tell to the one person who matters.

He’s acting his best nonchalant about it. Like it’s an unsuspicious unpeculiar occurrence that he hasn’t asked Hawke to read anything new in a while.

Which, in hindsight, is a severe mistake.

If he told her, in no uncertain terms, not to go looking until he was ready — she would have respected his request.

As it stands, however, there have never been any secrets between them, and she was always invited to read anything he was working on.

Which is how he ends up detained by Corff one evening for some menial irrelevant haggling, as Hawke goes ahead up to the second floor — and then he enters his room a few moments later and has to stop dead in his tracks, hanging by the doorway. Because Hawke is lounged in her favorite chair, legs tossed across the armrest, with a stack of what is unmistakably his very recent writing in her hands. Reading things that… possibly require some preliminary clarification.

She looks up at him when he enters. Her brow creased in confusion.

“Varric… what in the Void are these?”

He wonders which version it is that she’s holding.

“Friend-fiction?” he offers faintly.

She snorts at that, taken off-guard by the old joke, but the hint of apprehension doesn’t leave her eyes.

This requires an explanation.

“I… didn’t know how to tell you,” he says.

Hawke continues to look puzzled, but her expression softens. “That you’ve been writing about me?” She looks down at the pages in her hands with something like melancholy. “I already knew you planned all of this. Why didn’t you tell me you were pretty much done?”

It’s his turn to frown. She’s not really asking him about the thing he thought she would be asking about. Maybe what she grabbed were the less incriminating passages.

“I was going to…” he says carefully, “…until some… other stuff happened.”

He steps closer, trying to look at which pages exactly she is holding. Maybe she hasn’t actually seen the bit he doesn’t quite know how to explain.

As he’s angling his head to take a peek, she lifts the papers higher and brings them to her chest.

“Oh, you mean my very interesting love affair with several of our friends?” she asks, amused.

Varric lets out a nervous laugh.

“Uh…………Yes?”

Hawke looks at him — patient, but expectant. A clear question in her eyes.

“I thought this was supposed to be an accurate retelling,” she says.

It’s not a question. Whatever her feelings on the matter, she’s not letting them show — not yet. She trusts him further than he knows what to do with, so he is permitted a lot of grace to collect his thoughts. She isn’t asking any questions — but an answer is required.

“Let me just explain,” he says hurriedly, finally walking into the room and locking the door. “I …was doing this to protect you.”

“From what, exactly?” she squints. “Being considered too monogamous?”

He sighs, sitting down across from her. “I just didn’t want to write about us.”

She just looks at him, her expression gentle. “Why not?”

“Because. That’s the most unbelievable thing about it all, isn’t it?”

He looks at Hawke, and she keeps looking back, and she says nothing to contradict him. Not because she agrees or doesn’t, but because it’s something he clearly needs to say, so she is letting him say it. Her eyes are so painfully tender.

He shrugs. “Look at it from the audience’s perspective, Hawke. I am the consummate best friend. Writing about the Hero to put all other Heroes to shame.” He looks at her. “And then she picks me. The author. I mean, who’d believe that?”

She keeps looking at him, and still doesn’t say anything, and he feels transparent. He’s the audience and the author in this explanation.

Or maybe there’s no audience. Maybe it’s just him. Three years of friendship followed by three years of a love story he still cannot quite believe is real.

Hawke inclines her head to the side. “Varric…” she says softly, and he has to force his eyes away.

“It’s nobody’s business anyway,” he says, because that at least sounds sane, that at least sounds reasonable.

“Okay,” Hawke nods, then waves the stack of pages in her hand. “It still doesn’t really explain this.”

“Well… It was Isabela’s idea,” he offers.

“Of course, it was,” Hawke snorts softly.

“Anders’s, too.”

“…Okay,” Hawke nods, and watches him, because he’s stalling.

“…And mine,” he says quietly.

She nods. Her smile is patient as she’s nudging him along. “What’s the idea?”

“She said that people would complain if there was no romance. That they would want to know you fell in love. They wouldn’t want a Lone Hero.”

Hawke frowns, because that’s sort of presumptuous — but she, at least, has heard him talk of stories and what makes them work enough times to know that literature is simply like that, sometimes.

“Okay,” she says again. She’s been saying it a lot, and it’s beginning to feel like a stalling tactic, hiding her real feelings. Varric’s growing a little concerned.

“And then Anders said…” he hurries through the rest of the explanation, “that even when I made a point of not writing about us. The way I wrote about you was… still incredibly telling.”

Hawke smiles sardonically. “Yeah,” she says affectionally. “Always was.”

Varric sighs.

“So then they proposed a fake-out. A Great Book Hunt, if you will. To print several versions where everything else is the same — but there are five different love stories. And then let them all argue about which version is true. As long they don’t actually get to the real truth.” He looks her in the eyes. “They get to know a lot about you, Hawke. By my pen and by your leave, they do. But not that. That’s something that matters too much.”

Hawke shoots him a smile, wry and affectionate, and then looks down at the pages in her lap again, squinting inquisitively.

“Five love stories?” she repeats, flipping through them and clearly trying to count. Possibly, she has not actually seen the entire scope yet.

Varric clears his throat. “Aveline pled out,” he offers. “On account of: she’s married.”

Hawke hums thoughtfully, not really finding a reason to disagree. The Donnic and Hawke stand-ins in Hard in Hightown still made Aveline’s eye twitch — especially within earshot of people obliviously discussing the book and how their characters should fuck.

“Probably a good call,” she says mildly. “Unless you were also planning to include Donnic in that version somehow.”

Varric chuckles, surprised. “I probably very much wasn’t. I’m not very good at writing romance even when there are only two people involved. I would have drowned if I added extra.”

Hawke hums, like a beginning of a laugh. She flips through the pages again. “I don’t know,” she murmurs. “Seems like you’ve been getting the hang of it.”

Her expression is… suddenly hard for him to decipher. Lost deep in thought, and it makes something in his chest flip over anxiously.

“So how mad are you?” he asks, resigned.

She looks up at him, surprised, and then makes a face like she has to think about it. “Well, these are very weird,” she acknowledges, waving the pages one last time before finally putting them aside. “But… you do get the real problem with your explanation here, don’t you?” she narrows her eyes at him.

He swallows. “You mean, how it made me realize how incredibly plausible it was for you to have picked literally anyone else?”

Hawke’s expression softens and she lets out a small laugh. The lines around her eyes crinkle. “No, silly. That was never on the table.”

She rises from her seat and walks towards him. Silently, he watches her. Tall and dauntless. Ready to break herself into pieces if the world needs her to — and the world often says that it needs her to — and he doesn’t know how to protect her from it. How to love her enough.

She stops in front of his chair, her smile almost rueful. “I was here only trying to survive. I wasn’t looking for anything. For anyone. I didn’t think of myself as someone who falls in love. Who has the time for it. Or the capacity. But then… there you were…”

Her smile unfurls — a little dry, a little self-deprecating — and she takes another step forward — only there’s no more room — he leans back in his chair — and then she’s sliding over onto his lap, straddling him. She reaches out and brushes her fingers gently at his face.

“They’re my friends,” she whispers. “And you’re right: of course, I love them. But it was never gonna be them… It was just you. It could only ever be you.”

Her mouth is ghosting over his — an invitation to a kiss — but he remembers what she said right before and leans back at the last moment.

“But you said there was a problem,” he says hoarsely. His voice treacherously absent.

Hawke grins. Her fingers, distracting, get lost in his hair.

“Well, it’s not really a problem, exactly,” she murmurs. “It’s simply that you said that you were trying to hide how we feel about one another.”

“Yeah?” he swallows.

Hawke laughs lightly.

“Well, Varric… Don’t look now, but — none of what you wrote is true. All these romances. Your ‘friend-fiction’?” she snorts. “They didn’t say those words to me. You said those words. You wrote those words. And your readers may never know this. But you know this, and I know this.” She brings her mouth close to his again, her lips brushing against his as she speaks quietly. “You really didn’t hide anything if you wrote five love confessions. And every one of them is to me, from you.”

Her hands on his face pull him in closer, sealing their lips together. His arms tighten around her as he rises into her kiss, and she sinks into his embrace. And the room folds around them.

⬥⬦⬦⬥

The Emerald Graves are absurdly beautiful for a place with such a haunting history and a somber name.

They left their newly assembled camp about half an hour ago, trekking carefully alongside the river bank. The Inquisitor is up ahead, picking their path for them, and the sounds of nature are all very nice, but the silence is beginning to annoy him. Usually, by this time, somebody would have already said something. And if Varric has to be out here, stumbling uncomfortably past the craggy stones and gnarled roots, he would at least like some light conversation.

But Cole has gone off somewhere, chasing butterflies and listening to the stories the leaves tell him, and he doesn’t have it in him to poke Cassandra about anything today. Needling her is always an exercise in mutual frustration, and he’s already frustrated enough walking up and down these damnable hills.

Cassandra ends up breaking the silence first.

“So, Varric.” Her tone is pointed and a little awkward, making him perk up in curiosity.

“Yes, Seeker?” he echoes, amused.

“Now that we’ve… left some of our animosity behind us…”

“We did?” he feigns shock. “I didn’t realize.”

“I have apologized. I would like to think that my overtures were received as genuine.”

Varric laughs at how stiff she sounds. “I’m just teasing, Seeker. What’s your question?”

“The book.”

“Which book.”

“The Tale of the Champion!” she raises her voice, so easily annoyed.

“Oooohhh. That book,” he smirks.

“There are some… discrepancies in it.”

And doesn’t that sound awfully familiar. ‘Discrepancies’ is how she put it when she dragged him into Hawke’s estate and grilled him for ten hours the first time.

“Haven’t you interrogated me at length about my ‘discrepancies’ already? Isn’t that what started this whole thing?” he snorts.

“I did,” Cassandra agrees. “And I believe that you did tell me the truth about all of it — except for the part where you knew where Hawke was this whole time,” she adds flatly. “Which. I apologized for also. For losing my temper.”

Varric squints. “Yeah, I don’t think you ever did that.”

“I apologized to the Inquisitor,” Cassandra says rigidly.

“She did,” Trevelyan confirms from where she’s scouting the region a few paces ahead of them.

“Oh. Well. Nice to get it second-hand then,” Varric says snidely.

“What I’m wondering is…” Cassandra valiantly tries to march ahead. “I’ve read the original…”

“So I’ve gathered.”

“I’ve read… several. And there were… differences.”

Varric shrugs innocently. “Well, you know how it is in the book business. No matter how much you proofread and hire people to catch mistakes for you, there are still printing screw-ups. And then you have to do a second revised edition, and…”

“Varric,” Cassandra snaps.

He grins. She’s trying to keep it so together because she needs to be polite if she’s hoping for an answer out of him. And he’s not going to make it easy on her.

Cassandra inhales deeply, trying to cool down. “You know that’s not what I mean.”

“Do I?” he smiles sweetly.

“The love stories, Varric!” she erupts.

“What about them?”

“There are five different versions!” she says plaintively. “One of them was especially difficult to get. Cost me extra on top to track down the final one.”

Varric has to laugh at that. “Went for the whole set, then, huh? So. Which one’s your favorite?” he asks indulgently.

Cassandra sputters. “I don’t—”

“Come on,” he eggs her own good-naturedly. “Everyone’s got a favorite.”

Cassandra’s face is an amusing shade of crimson, but she manages to force out, “…The elf one?”

Varric chuckles again. It’s not even mean-spirited. “Yeah, I can see that. He’s as spikey as you are.”

Cassandra rushes to add, “But the Isabela version is also so…” she stops herself, scandalized.

“Horny?” Varric supplies helpfully.

“Dramatic,” Cassandra amends. “You did say that Hawke dueled the Arishok for her.”

The memory of that day rushes across his mind, unbidden. A lot of people love that part, but that day was actually kind of horrible. So many deaths. So much destruction. His beloved city torn to shreds, and an innocent boy murdered by fanatics, and the battle itself was hardly the glorious event he described.

…There was a moment when he thought they had for sure lost her. When the giant impaled…

Anyway. He shakes his head, knocking the memory loose.

“Yeah, that happened,” he says in a clipped tone.

“So then that version must be true. They must have fallen in love after that. How could they not?”

Varric smiles wryly. “That’s what the proponents of the Isabela theory usually say,” he agrees. “The Merrill fans say she’s the only one who really deserves Hawke — since she’s the only one who has never hurt her. The Fenris supporters think that the whole opposites attract thing makes the most sense. And, yeah, the idea of him falling in love with a mage is compelling. That she would tame his wild heart and soften his rougher edges. Not that it’s any kind of proof in and of itself, but… that’s the attraction, or so I gather. Anders… doesn’t have a lot of fans anymore, after Kirkwall. Not outspoken ones, at the very least. But the few I’ve met tend to think it makes for the most logical narrative. That Hawke would support a mage rebellion, and that she would stand by his side, and that is why they had to flee Kirkwall together. And that they are in hiding now. And, of course, the Sebastian defenders think that his version must be true because it’s so difficult to get your hands on it and it costs you extra.”

“And the truth is?” Cassandra asks with bated breath.

“The truth is,” Varric says flatly, “I was mad at him afterwards. For leaving like he did, for the threats he levelled at us. But I already wrote his version and it seemed like a waste to just discard it. So I simply made sure that the least amount of people would get to read it. Plus, I’d like to think it makes him incredibly mad that the books are out there. I bet there are people in his inner circle who really believe that his loyalties are torn between former love and current duty. I bet it makes him livid.” He grins and lets out a pleased sigh. The idea does warm his heart. “Any small wrench I can throw in his plans to take over my city is a reason to be happy.”

“So it wasn’t Sebastian.”

Varric looks at Cassandra. He didn’t mean to confirm or deny anything for her, and was planning to just talk and talk around the issue, but… come on.

“…No, it wasn’t Sebastian. I cannot believe I have to spell that one out for you. Did you really think it could have been Sebastian?”

“I didn’t,” Cassandra says quickly. “But it’s nice to hear you actually verify it.” She smiles a little at him, sort of companionable, and Varric snorts and shakes his head. Maker preserve him, but this may be the longest conversation he had with Cassandra where she didn’t break out in shouts and threats. Feels almost… friendly.

“Are you going to tell me who it was?” she prompts.

Varric just looks at her.

“It was Isabela, wasn’t it,” Cassandra nods with conviction. Then instantly shakes her head. “No, you’re right. Anders makes more sense. …But so does Merrill. Oh, but I want it to be Fenris so badly! Just tell me, dwarf,” she bears down on him, but it’s not actually anger, she’s just full of hot air about it. “Which one of them was it?” She narrows her eyes, all of a sudden, as a thought strikes her. “It was one of them, was it?”

Varric blinks. Oh, now, that won’t do. He doesn’t want Cassandra to be thinking outside the box about this.

Sighing, he says, almost like a confession. “I promise you, Seeker. On my life, Hawke did fall in love in Kirkwall with one of her trusty companions. And — I have it on good authority — that the way I wrote it, it was blindingly obvious who it was.”

Cassandra frowns deeply and lets out a frustrated sigh. It’s really setting her braid on fire not to know.

“I tried asking her, you know,” she says after a few moments of silence. “Discreetly.”

“Discreetly? You?” Varric laughs.

Cassandra shoots him a glare. “I just meant… I was matter-of-fact about it. We were talking, and I asked if she had heard from her former Kirkwall friends recently. I asked how Fenris was, how Anders was, how all of them were doing. I wanted to see if I could spot the difference in how she talked about them.”

“And?” Varric says, amused.

“Nothing!” Cassandra admits. “She spoke warmly about all four, but I couldn’t tell which one is her lover.”

Varric hides a smile, looking down. “Well. You keep working on that, Seeker. You do love your investigations, and finding the Truth is in your job description. I wouldn’t want to spoil your fun.”

My big dumb Hawke/Varric idea is that Varric felt like he couldn't write himself into Tale of the Champion as a love interest despite it being true and he complained about this so much during cards that one of the others members of the Kirkwall crew finally went "fine just make it me then lol"

And they were kidding except then everybody else spoke up and said it should be them instead, and this culminates in five slightly different editions of the book that are sold in different areas of Thedas. There are ship wars.

[kirislut]

Hey meggy 😈 it’s taking every ounce of me not to ask how a foot massage with Bakugou would go 😟🦶 BUT ANYWAYS, how about how a corn maze with hawks would go??? 😌 lov u queen 💜

a/n: TRISTA PLEASE WNDKWKD i love u yes 💞

the only reason keigo decided to go in a corn maze with you was because he saw that it was a fun activity, and he had never done one before. and at first he thought it was fun, you and him were going around and trying to find the exit. just guessing and betting who would be right when guessed which way to go. but that was just until you guys kept hitting dead end, after dead end. keigo could feel himself getting slightly frustrated with how stupidly hard this maze was. he lost it when he heard a child exclaim how easy the maze was, he grabbed you and flew out of the made himself, declaring that he had also easily completed it as well. keigo wasn’t allowed back into the corn maze because he cheated. you never let the fact that he, the number 2 pro hero, got banned from a corn maze.

send me a character + a date activity [closed]

[birthisland]

BFB Human Names

8-Ball: Octavius Poole Balloony: Myron Popper Barf Bag: Emily Gutsman Basketball: Nettie Naismith Bell: Melody Bell Black Hole: Blake Hawking Blocky: Paulie Hedren Bomby: Jay Nobel Book: Paige Booker Bottle: Betty Glass Bracelety: Brenda Ring Bubble: Poppy Hoyle Cake: Duncan Crocker Clock: Andrew Hartnell Cloudy: Claude Skye Coiny: Abe Coyne David: David White Donut: Don Blanc Dora: Dora Marquez Eggy: Shelly Chick Eraser: Eric Rose Fanny: Wendy Airy Firey: Cole Flanders Firey Jr.: Cole Flanders Jr. Flower: Flora Gardner Foldy: Penny Paper Fries: Tate McDonald Gaty: Greta Wooden Gelatin: Graham Lyme Golf Ball: Gabby Dimple Grassy: Phil Greene Ice Cube: Elsa Wurfel Leafy: Laurel Woods Lightning: Franklin Tesla Liy: Lily Edison Lollipop: Lola Zucker Loser: Lew Zurich Marker: Mark Violet Match: Marina Boxer Naily: Nellie Sharp Needle: Nina Weaver Nickel: Nicholas Katz Pen: Benjamin Schreiber Pencil: Priscilla Scrivener Pie: Betty Baker Pillow: Fifi Feather Pin: Scarlet Holder Puffball: Iris Morgan Remote: Remi Jackson Robot Flower: Rose Bloom Roboty: Hal Morse Rocky: Dwayne Boulder Ruby: Ruby Marquess Saw: Sierra Hack Snowball: Sheldon Flake Spongy: Spencer Waters Stapy: Stephen Stack Taco: Tara Lettice Teardrop: Trista Ocean Tennis Ball: Terrence Federer Tree: Forrest Wood TV: Telly Sinclair Woody: Woodrow Balsa Yellow Face: Vince Huang

[doodledust2017]

Wow! Someone tagged me??? Thank you so much @quinndecker214! I don't really have any OCs from any games that aren't self inserts why am I like this, so I guess I'll do one from a story I'm working on called The Lepers. I hope that's okay 🥰

If you're reading this and you really want to do this interview thingy, then guess what? I'm tagging you! :D

Mainly because I don't know who to tag

1. What's your name?

"Gabor. Nice to meet you."

2. Do you know why you’re named that?

"Yeah, I was actually given this name when I was, like... yeesh... 19 I think? It means 'God's greatest warrior', which I think is a bit much, but I am a good fighter, I suppose. My given name is Azrael. It means... Well... 'Archangel of death'... yeah I think you can see why I changed it."

3. Single or Taken?

"Ha! Single. Not to many girls into the whole 'cabin in the woods, living off the land' thing."

4. Have any powers or abilities?

"Yooou'rrrre... joking... right?"

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

"Mary what? *chuckles* Come on, I know my hair's getting long, but that's hardly a reason to call me a girl.

That reminds me, I should stop at the barbers on my next trip into Empyrean."

6. What’s your eye color?

"Brown. Well... My grandma calls 'em russet."

7. How about hair color?

"Black. I like it that way. Helps me blend into the night when... uh... necessary..."

8. Have any family members?

"My parents, I suppose, but I'm honestly not really close with them. My grandma on the other hand, is more of a mother to me than my real one could ever be!"

9. How about any pets?

"No pets. Just my loyal companion, Aala... Ah, did I forget to mention she's a hawk? She helps me hunt rabbits, small birds and things. Some would call her a pet. I would call her a friend."

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you dont like.

"I... Well, I suppose I'll be honest... I don't... really like... myself... uh, yeah, sorry, I... I shouldn't have- L-let's just move on."

11. Any hobbies or activities you like to do?

"Oh, that's easy. Hunting with a bow and arrow. Hands down my favorite thing to do. I don't always kill the animal, though. If I already have all the meat I need, sometimes I'll hunt down an animal just to... y'know... watch it, I guess.

Hey! Don't judge!

Watching deer graze is very relaxing!"

12. Ever hurt anyone in any way before?

"Well, yeah, I suppose. I'm not proud of it, but that's part of being... human I guess."

13. Ever killed anyone?

"Ah, that's... that's quite the question. Well, I... I did say I'd be honest a couple questions back, didn't I? Okay, alright, well, I was 18. 18 and... I was so young... It was an accident I didn't mean to, he was going to hurt my dad and... and... and I broke... I broke...

14. What kind of animal are you?

"This is what you choose to ask after that last question!?

S-sorry, I didn't mean to snap.

Alright, I guess you could say I'm a lion. I would do anything to protect my family and I have a strong 'bite', I suppose you could say. I'm also pretty strong willed."

15. What are your worst habits?

"Worst habits, hm? I dunno, it drives my grandma crazy when I leave my bow and arrows lying around in random places."

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

"Other than my grandma? Elohim. The King of Empyrean. It's incredible how he just spends time with all of his subjects. He knows every one by name, he helps them with their duties, he plays with the children. It's just amazing."

17. Gay, straight, or bisexual?

"Straight."

18. Do you go to school?

"Nah, been there, done that."

19. Ever want to get married and have kids?

"I suppose I'd like to, sure, but realistically I don't think I'd be a very good dad."

20. Have any fangirls/boys?

"Oh, yeah, most definitely, everyone's lining up at the door for my autograph.

You hear that?

Those aren't crickets, that's actually the sound of the paparazzi taking my picture."

21. What are you most afraid of?

"Yeesh, what's up with these random deep questions amidst the fun, goofy ones?

Okay, okay, fine, I'm afraid of myself, happy?

And also crabs, but don't ask why.

Seriously, don't."

22. What do you usually wear?

"This. White shirt, green pants, gray cape, black boots. Earthy colors, you know? Helps me blend in with the environment."

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

"Oh, man, nothing beats a good slice of cornbread that is absolutely doused in honey... my mouths watering just thinking about it!"

24. Am I annoying to you?

"What? No! No, of course not, why would you think that?"

25. Well it’s still not over.

"Good! I enjoy making conversation. Wish it wasn't so focused on me, but that's alright."

26. What class are you?

"Class? Oh, like Level? Well, back home in Malaise I'd be forced to live as a level 3 which is, uh, upper class I guess you'd call it. But here in Empyrean we don't have levels or classes. As long as you got food, family, friends, and a good roof over your head, you're the richest man in the world.

Heh. That was weird, I'm pretty sure my grandma was the one speaking just then."

27. How many friends do you have?

"Oh, I don't know. I guess I just have five close friends. My grandmother, Elohim, Mr. Alden - ah, the butcher, Trista - that pretty young girl I met in Malaise when visiting grandma, and her friend Odysseia. Well, I'd say it's a love-hate relationship with Ode. I lovingly tease her, she unconditonally hates me, it's a great friendship. And of course there's also my best friend, Aala."

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

"Delicious! Kaarina, the baker, makes the best rhubarb pie you'll ever taste in your life!"

29. Favorite drink?

"A nice hot coffee with just a touch of honey to cut down the bitterness a little."

30. Favorite place?

31. Are you interested in anyone?

*blushes* "Me? Interested? Ha, that's, uh, that's ridiculous! I mean, Trista's nice and all, but it's not like she'd ever see me in that way or anything, heheh..."

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

"Well, I've never swam in the ocean, even though it was right next to Malaise. Wasn't allowed outside the city limits, y'know? And when I did finally sneak out, my priority was making it to Empyrean, so... I guess I prefer swimming in the lake."

33. What’s your type?

"My type? I dunno... kind and honest are the two main things I look for. Not to picky, otherwise."

34. Any fetishes?

"Right, I'm gonna take a pass on this one."

35. Camping or outdoors?

"Aren't they the same thing? Unless by camping you mean those stupid travel trailers. It's not camping unless it's in a tent. Or even just laying on a blanket next to the campfire."

[littleneko2296]

Noice.

sailor moon doodles requested by my sis✨

[pinayelf]

Inquisitor Isadore Morosa

Full name: Isadore Morosa

Age: 22 (beginning of DAI), 27 (Post-Trespasser)

Birthplace: Kirkwall, The Free Marches

Race: Human

Class: Mage (Rift Mage)

Gender: Female, she/her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Parents: Ernesto and Diwa Morosa

Other family: Trista Morosa (sister), Nina Morosa (sister), Sera (wife)

Romance: Sera

Titles: The Herald of Andraste, The Inquisitor, Mistress Morosa

Short Bio:

Isadore was born in Kirkwall to Ernesto Morosa, an Antivan, and Diwa a woman from Laysh, who were both immigrants. Both her parents struggled to make a living, therefore the family lived in Darktown. 

Isadore began showing magic at a young age, but was convinced by her parents to hide it so she would not be taken away. She and her sisters often pick-pocketed and gone through trash to find secondhand things her father could sell. As Isadore grew older, she joined the Mage underground despite her parents’ worries and managed to help hundreds of Mages escape the Gallows along with Hawke and Anders.

After the Chantry explosion, Isadore is separated from her family and is taken in by a group of apostates who she’d helped. She later learns that her family was slain by Templars. They travel for a year until they reach the Conclave. 

Isadore agrees to join the Inquisition as she is hungry and has nowhere to go. She allies with the Mages and manages to fend off Corypheus during his attack on Haven. Upon reaching Skyhold, she is appointed Inquisitor, despite her young age. Because she’d never trained in magic, Vivienne takes it upon herself to train Isadore, helping her be more confident in her skills and forming a deep friendship with her. Isadore also pursues a relationship with Sera and falls in love. 

After Corypheus’ defeat, Isadore supports Leliana in becoming Divine. Two years later, she disbands the Inquisition during the Exalted Council. She joins the Red Jennies and returns to Kirkwall, where she and Sera make a home.   

Worldstate:

Denied being the Herald of Andraste

Allie with the Mages

Celene is reunited with Briala

Conscripted the Grey Wardens

Did not drink from the Well

Pardoned Thom Rainier

Did not sacrifice the Chargers

Gave Vivienne the real Wyvern heart

Let Sera kill Lord Harmond

Told Dorian about his dad

Had Cole stay as a spirit

Took Cullen off lyrium

Had Leliana send spies to destroy the contract on Josephine’s life

Softened Leliana

Leliana is Divine

Disbanded the Inquisition

Told Solas she would stop him

Told the truth about Ameridan

Saved the mines in Orzammar

Tags:

Main tag / Isadore and Sera

[buko-pandan]

all right, i think i’m just going to ramble about my first off-lore inquisitor. this was originally supposed to be a fuck-around playthrough where it’s me but as always i slipped and created a character instead:

meet isadore trevelyan (though the trevelyan last name wouldn’t make sense?)

she’s not a mage, nor a warrior or a rogue, lol, which stems from another joke-y idea i had (though she’s a mage in the actual game). if you wanna read there’s more under the cut because it’s rambly and long 

i’m bored of only noble origins for humans so i made one up that isn’t. it’s mostly the same for isadore but there’s some changes. her father was a struggling antivan peasant who moved to kirkwall, hopeful for a new start. unfortunately it all fell through and he ended up bankrupt and living in darktown. there, he meets isadore’s mother and they have three girls: isadore (first born), nina, and trista. 

isadore grew up in darktown and she and her sisters and father made a living by selling secondhand (often stolen) goods. when her mother got sick, the chantry was no help, so they sent her to the darktown healer, anders. during this time, isadore learns about the mage underground and helps them, despite her parents’s protests. she mostly passed messages and supplies along darktown, as she was not trained in combat.

while isadore spoke to anders often, she only ever saw hawke in glimpses. during the chantry explosion, isadore was separated from her family. she wandered around aimlessly for a while, thinking she was going to die, until some mages she’d helped takes her in and she travels with them. she stays with the apostates and travels to the conclave, hoping she’d see her family there.

but of course the explosion happens and she ends up with the mark on her hand. she was insanely terrified after, and agrees to join the inquisition because she was afraid they’d have her taken to trial and killed for justinia’s death. 

isadore is very sympathetic towards mages - after all, anders nursed her mother for years for free. she helped them and saw what they went through and how templars abused their power. they also took her in during the rebellion and when she got separated from her family. she chooses to ally with the mages.

as for combat, isadore is not trained in weapons. she’s used broken glass back in kirkwall to defend herself, but she isn’t an expert. she’s tried training as a warrior with cassandra, blackwall and bull, but fails. she also tries training as a rogue with cole, sera, and varric but also fails. solas then attempts to see if they could coax some magic out, but nothing. when travelling she often just hides behind everyone and wait until the demons are gone to close the rift.

isadore only survives corypheus’s attack because the mark on her hand was powerful. when they get to skyhold and recruit dagna, she makes a contraption she could slip on her arm that harnesses energy from the mark and can attack with a force. she manages to learn how to use it efficiently. 

she saves celene from assassination, leaves stroud in the fade, and redeems blackwall. at the temple of mythal, she doesn’t think morrigan should drink from the well because she isn’t elven. she tries to convince solas but solas won’t. and because she knows she shouldn’t drink from it either, she just lets morrigan do it. 

after defeating corypheus, she chooses leliana as the divine. 

during the exalted council, she disbands the inquisition, as she is tired and feels she could no longer give to them what she had before. she tells solas she’s going to stop him from destroying the world. 

as for her family i’m still trying to figure out whether or not she finds them or they’re dead. but nevertheless after trespasser, she goes with varric to kirkwall and helps him rebuild things.

for relationships, she ends up becoming very close friends with varric, sera, and dorian. she becomes a red jenny and often joins sera when sera visits kirkwall. she talks to dorian a lot through the crystal. 

as for romance, right now i’m messing around but since it is based on me, i figure canonically isadore would have crushes on like every woman in skyhold but never pursues anything because she isn’t interested in it. i very much like the idea that she and varric are bffs who after the events just go back to kirkwall to try to make it better. after all, kirkwall is still her home. 

[mateushonrado]

Power Rangers Ultraverse teams 1-16

Status Post #8393: Folder | List

1. Ancient Rangers (Power Rangers 2017, mentored by the Morphing Masters)

Zordon / Red Ranger

Tritor / Blue Ranger

Lexian / Black Ranger

Skyla / Yellow Ranger

Dulcea / Pink Ranger

Rita Repulsa / Green Ranger

2. Shogun Rangers (Shogun, mentored by Retsudo Shiba)

Tomoe Gozen / Red Shogun Ranger

Saburo Yatsude / Blue Shogun Ranger

Mariko Hatte / Pink Shogun Ranger

Kenshin Sakamoto / Green Shogun Ranger

Rika Tsujihara / Yellow Shogun Ranger

Satoru Tanaka / Gold Shogun Ranger

3. Wild West Rangers (Wild West, mentored by Zordon)

Rocko Desantos / Red Wild West Ranger

Abraham Park / Black Wild West Ranger

Willard Cranston / Blue Wild West Ranger

Alicia Harper / Yellow Wild West Ranger

Agatha Crandall / Pink Wild West Ranger

Ethan Oliver / White Stranger

4. Quasar Rangers (MMPR 1969, mentored by Zordon)

Grace Sterling / Red Quasar Ranger

Jamie Gilmore / Black Quasar Ranger

Nikolai Chukarin / Blue Quasar Ranger

Terona Washington / Yellow Quasar Ranger

Daniel O'Halloran / Pink Quasar Ranger

Loriyan / Green Quasar Ranger

5. Eclipse Rangers (Jetman, mentored by Grace Sterling)

Ace > Marcus "Mark" Ozawa / Red Hawk Ranger

Brute > Oscar Hernandez / Black Condor Ranger

Gent > Adewale Okoro / Yellow Owl Ranger

Star > Elisabeth "Lisa" Daniels / White Swan Ranger

Pyre > Iris Hansel / Blue Swallow Ranger

Trek > Kelvin Smythe / Green Eagle Ranger

Ray / Birdman

Kanna / Birdwoman

6. Morphin Rangers (Zyuranger, mentored by Zordon)

Jason Scott > < Trini Kwan / Red Tyranno Ranger

Zachary "Zack" Taylor > < Kimberly Hart / Black Mammoth Ranger

William "Billy" Cranston > < Tommy Oliver / Blue Tricera Ranger

Trinity "Trini" Kwan > < Jason Scott / Yellow Tiger Ranger

Kimberly Hart > < Zack Taylor / Pink Ptera Ranger

Thomas "Tommy" Oliver > < Billy Cranston / Green Dragon Ranger

Clotho

7. Squadron Rangers (Dairanger, mentored by Zordon)

Jason Scott > Rockford "Rocky" Desantos / Red Dragon Ranger

Zack Taylor > Adam Park / Green Lion Ranger

Billy Cranston / Blue Pegasus Ranger

Trini Kwan > Aisha Campbell / Yellow Kirin Ranger

Kimberly Hart / Pink Phoenix Ranger

Tommy Oliver / White Fang Ranger

Kujaku

8. Ninja Rangers (Kakuranger, mentored by Zordon, Dulcea and Ninjor)

Tommy Oliver / Red Ape Ranger

Kimberly Hart > Catherine Hillard / White Crane Ranger

Adam Park / Blue Wolf Ranger

Aisha Campbell / Yellow Bear Ranger

Rocky Desantos / Black Frog Ranger

Billy Cranston / Gold Falcon Ranger

Ninjor

Dulcea

9. Zeo Rangers (Ohranger, mentored by Zordon and Dulcea)

Tommy Oliver / Zeo Red

Adam Park / Zeo Green

Rocky Desantos / Zeo Blue

Aisha Campbell > Tanya Sloan / Zeo Yellow

Catherine Hillard / Zeo Pink

Trey of Triforia > Jason Scott / Zeo Black

Auric the Conqueror

Trista of Triforia

10. Turbo Rangers (Carranger, mentored by Dimitria)

Theodore Jasper "T.J." Johnson / Red Turbo Ranger

Justin Stewart / Blue Turbo Ranger

Carlos Vallerte / Green Turbo Ranger

Ashley Hammond / Yellow Turbo Ranger

Cassandra "Cassie" Chan / Pink Turbo Ranger

Zoltar / Phantom Ranger

Blue Senturion

Dimitria / White Turbo Ranger

11. Space Rangers (Megaranger, no apparent mentor with closest being Tykwa and Kinwon)

Virgil > Andros / Red Space Ranger

Axe > T.J. Johnson / Blue Space Ranger

Photon > Carlos Vallerte / Black Space Ranger

Nokrea > Cassie Chan / Pink Space Ranger

Amber > Ashley Hammond / Yellow Space Ranger

Kylo > Zhane / Silver Space Ranger

Karone / Purple Space Ranger

Deca / Gold Space Ranger

12. Galaxy Rangers (Gingaman, no apparent mentor with closest being Grace Sterling and Kyle Stanton)

Rio > Michael "Mike" Corbett > Leonard "Leo" Corbett / Galaxy Red

Brutus > Kai Chen / Galaxy Blue

Falco > Damon Henderson / Galaxy Green

Rahne > Maya / Galaxy Yellow

Dani > Kendrix Morgan > Karone / Galaxy Pink

Zadar > Zika > Mike Corbett / Magna Defender

Baxter MacTaggert / Crimson Rhino Ranger

Shondra / Navy Phoenix Ranger

13. Lightspeed Rangers (GoGoV, mentored by William Mitchell)

Carter Grayson / Lightspeed Red

Chad Lee / Lightspeed Blue

Joel Rawlings / Lightspeed Green

Kelsey Winslow / Lightspeed Yellow

Dana Mitchell / Lightspeed Pink

Carter Grayson > Ryan Mitchell / Lightspeed Titanium

Angela Fairweather / Demon Huntress

14. Time Force Rangers (Timeranger, no apparent mentor with closest being Paul Logan and later Alex Drake)

Alexander "Alex" Drake > < Wesley Collins / Time Force Red

Jennifer Scotts / Time Force Pink

Lucas Kendall / Time Force Blue

Kathleen "Katie" Walker / Time Force Yellow

Trip Regis / Time Force Green

Alex Drake > Eric Myers / Quantum Ranger

Joseph "Joe" Shih / Time Force Silver

15. Wild Force Rangers (Gaoranger, mentored by Shayla)

Cole Evans / Red Lion Ranger.

Taylor Earhardt / Yellow Eagle Ranger

Maxwell "Max" Cooper / Blue Shark Ranger

Daniel "Danny" Delgado / Black Bison Ranger

Alyssa Enrile / White Tiger Ranger

Merrick Baliton / Silver Wolf Ranger

Kendall Riley / Crimson Falcon Ranger

16. Ninja Storm Rangers (Hurricaneger, mentored by Kanoi Watanabe)

Shane Clarke / Ninja Storm Red

Victoria "Tori" Hanson / Ninja Storm Blue

Dustin Brooks / Ninja Storm Yellow

Cameron Watanabe / Ninja Storm Green

[becauseanders]

OC game

thank you for the tag, @winebearcat!

Rules:

Make this picrew for your OCs (or yourself)

Take this Liminal Space uquiz for your OCs (or yourself)

Share your results! :)

Marian Hawke, my canon Hawke (take your pic of fics, not all but most of these are about her)

underground parking lot you’re a bear trap, always snapping at people who get too close. you’re a cornered animal, hissing and growling at everyone, no matter if they’re good or bad. you’re a limping dog, too proud and too scared to accept help from others. it must be tiring. the world seems like a scary place. but there is good. it may seem all doom and gloom, full of uncaring people and false promises. but there are caring people and lots of love to give. don’t be afraid.

Trista Hawke, my beautiful disaster from It Means Tumult

abandoned mall on the outside, you seem like the perfect person. always laughing, always cracking jokes, always making people happy. you scoff at the ignorant people, and embrace the ones who appreciate you. but when you’re alone, you can’t help but shed your mask. it’s so hard trying to please everyone. it’s tiring having to keep your facade going; it’s getting harder to hide the cracks. you wish you could tell people how you really feel, but that stupid mask just won’t come off.

Garrett Hawke, my rotating cinnamon roll male Hawke for universes such as the Pacific Rim AU and the teddy bear doctor AU

library you may seem like an introvert, quiet and simple. but you’re just waiting for the right people to come along and pick you up like an interesting book. when you’re with your friends, you’re an explosion of colour and fun and a symphony of emotions. you’re deeply loyal to those you care about, and is always making sure everyone is feeling good. you’re a deeply interesting person with loads to talk about, and it’s only a matter of time until someone truly discovers how amazing you are.

i think i'm just gonna leave it at Hawkes for now :3

tagging (with no pressure!) @fereldandoglords, @sillyliterature, @nowandthane, @trans-ruffboi, @sweetmage

[strangest-sensei]

2, 4, 6, 8, etc for ur ask thing >:)

TABBY THAT IS 50 QUESTIONS.

 2.  do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

For like 2 seconds and then I can feel the skin on my face drying and flaking. ;-;

4. how do you take your coffee/tea?

I don’t. Like I will drink both if they are sweet and creamy, but it will be a struggle.

6. do you keep plants?

I thought this said pants? I keep plants until I kill them. I am the worst.

8. what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

I would like to say drawing, crocheting, and sculpting, but not really. Usuay i bottle it up and get it out during drunk yelling.

10.do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

All of the above. I spin in my sleep.

12. what's your favorite planet?

Venus, because of libra stuff.

14. if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

Uh, that would probably be @mucheak, and I would want my witchy, vintage, cute stuff to mesh in the middle with some of her spacey, nerdy, comfy vibe~

16.what's your favorite pasta dish?

Spaghetti. My own. I am super fucking picky. I hate sweet sauce ;-;

18. tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

Um, Me and Tabby remember most stupid things I did. Right now since it’s late I’m thinking of “slurp”.

20. what's your favorite eye color?

Green yo.

22. are you a morning person?

If it’s 3 in the morning and i napped earlier.

24. is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

Naaaah. I like being secretive about some shit, but most shit I trust to Tabby and James yo.

26. what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

My furry boots. I got some regular boots second hand as a gift and I sewed fur on, because I’m cheap.

28. sunrise or sunset?

Both. Staying up till sunrise is fantastic and sunset is pretty and signals night time.

30. think of it: have you ever been  truly scared?

Once?  kind of.

32. tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

After finishing Tony Hawk and Tabby watched the sunrise.

34. tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

It’s a dog that I named Cody and guess who gave me that shit yo. IT WAS TABBY. Everyone is about you bro.

36. which band's sound would fit your mood right now?

Probably something emo in lyrics and peppy in tempo.

38. tell us about your pet peeves!

I hate not being taken seriously.

40. think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you?

I have a clear quartz necklace that I bought at the paranormal convention that I went to with tabby~

42. do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

No. I hate coffee, people, and places that aren’t a comfy house.

44. when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

...Never?

46. tell us the worst pun you can think of.

I can’t think of any? I’m to cold and tired.

48. what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

The dark. Not the same anymore yo~

50. what's an odd thing you collect?

Nothing odd really. Normal shit like rocks and rings.

52. what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

I don’t have any yet homie~

54. who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

Myself I think. Mirrors.

56. what are some things you find endearing in people?

If they love other peoples genuine interest in stuff. Serious love is the best yo. I support the people I love.

58. who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

Trista is wine mom and Tabby is vodka aunt~

60. do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

Naaaaaah. I used to read some edgy ones as a teen though. lol

62. do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

Fuck no. I either start the day with water or pop depending on what time i wake up. (My life is a mess fam)

64. what color is the sky where you are right now?

Black. (I wanted to add some soul shit and a Zak vibe but it felt weird.)

66. what would your ideal flower crown look like?

HUGE and black and SPIKEY and unicorn horn AND FEATHERS

68. what's winter like where you live?

FUCKING COLD. TODAY I OS FEELING IN MY HANDS IN LIKE 2 MINUTES.

70. have you ever used a ouija board?

No. No one I know likes that shit. I want to fuck with stuff so bad, but i would have to trust someone enough to do it with.

72. are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it?

No, but I make lists in my head as an anxiety thing.

74. describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

They love Tali, are cute af, and they love getting drunk and watching ghost adventures.

76. is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't?

YES. Sleep. I have to get up at 6:30 tomorrow and fly to Canada on Friday.

78. are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

I am indifferent.

80. what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

Yellow and green, because I love me some late 60′s vibes.

82. are/were you good in school?

I was until 5th when my brain imploded.

84. are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

I WANT BESTIE TATTOOS. Also, I wish I could have 3/4 tattoo sleeves.

86. do you like concept albums? which ones?

I had to look that shit up. I don’t know that I have ever listened to one.

88. are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

Nooo? I  dunno. I’m not that deep. I like anime friends. Fight me.

90. talk about your one of you favorite cities.

I don’t have one. Montreal is pretty, but eh?

92. are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

No cheese, unless it’s on lasagna. In which case I would use tons of cheese.

94. who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

My middle sister. I was dd for my oldest sister. Fun times.

96. do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

I almost never shut my computer down. So I never know when I have them.

98. when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

Never and no. lol

100. if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

Back. I like knowing whats going on and I hate change. Plus, do overs sound fun.

I AM SO TIRED, BUT THIS WAS GREAT FUN.

[ao3feed-handers]

Fear in Infinities and Nevers

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2jnsbdq

by delicate_mageflower

Chapter 68 of It Means Tumult from Anders's perspective.

Words: 2760, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of It Means Tumult Universe

Fandoms: Dragon Age II, Dragon Age (Video Games)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Other

Characters: Anders (Dragon Age), Hawke (Dragon Age), Trista Hawke (OC), Karl Thekla, Elissa Cousland

Relationships: Anders/Hawke, Anders/Female Hawke, Past Relationships - Relationship

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Neurodivergent Character(s), Kanders Angst, referenced character death, Guilt, Grief, Angst, Self Harm, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Suicide attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Mental Illness, Modern Thedas

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2jnsbdq

[becauseanders]

i was bored and my brain is a dumpster fire so i decided to make picrews of my ocs despite this being a thing literally no one asked for

1. carrie shepard, 2. sara ‘harlow’ ryder, 3. marian hawke, 4. autumn amell, 5. astrid trevelyan, 6. trista hawke (the last of which i am most sorry for how long she’s been abandoned, oops)

[becauseanders]

trista+anders+1,2,11,15,17,19,24,27,29? :p

oh wow, thank you friend!

1. What drew your character to their LI and vice versa?That whole “sexy, tortured look,” lol. Okay, not really, but also kind of? They immediately saw so much of themselves in each other, though: that haunted look, that pain, that fear. They knew their lives were changed the moment they met (well, for Trista, at least; for Anders it was the first time he had a fully coherent conversation with her, that first night she came to group). Of course they also each found the other generally physically attractive, as well, but that wasn’t the thing.

2. What was the first moment that they knew they were in love with their LI? Trista really didn’t know until the first time she said it, when she let it slip in that frantic voicemail. Anders, in turn, didn’t really know he felt the same until he heard her say it, but that was when he was absolutely sure, despite how long it took him to be able to say it back.

11. Do they have any inside jokes?Mostly just Velvet Goldmine references.

15. Does their view of themselves differ from their partner’s view?Oh lord, yes. If either of them saw the other at all the way they see themselves, they couldn’t bear to be in the same damn city, much less the same apartment. What is truly remarkable, however, is their being able to acknowledge their similarities while somehow not hating what they see in the other.

17. Their ways of expressing their love.Singing songs that make them think of each other at karaoke. Making playlists. And can’t forget cuddling. Cuddling is a big one.

19. Describe how they communicate.They share things. They constantly offer words of comfort when one or both is having a hard time (which is most of the time). More about the cuddling.

24. Is there any moment that happens between them that you know happens and just makes you melt? That one very special playlist Trista makes Anders always gives me that feel, despite the temporary disaster that ensues, ahaha. Otherwise, just in general these nerds being together and making each other happy and knowing that they are never, ever going to lose that.

27. What makes you excited about their relationship? Anders deserves all the love in the world, no matter what universe he’s in! But also the music. I love how much they can express through music, and that they can share it with each other like they do because their tastes are so similar. And Velvet Goldmine references. Seriously, too good.

29. What are your favorite moments that happen between them? That first night Trista crashes at Anders’s apartment is always a favorite. And their first Satinalia together. I’m sure I could come up with more, but that’s what sticks out for me right now. :D