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yanderes-galore · 9 months ago
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Heres the second one
Second one is a Dragon Age: Inquisition with a Yandere Verric Tethras Concept, he's the dwarven character companion
I love him cuz of his chest hair
Okay! I watched a retrospective on the series and watched character lore/analysis for Varric before writing this. Despite that things may be off, so please bear with me. Sorry it took so long :( The wiki doesn't give me his personality so I had to do some guessing. I'll take feedback as this is my first Dragon Age fic.
Yandere! Varric Tethras Concept
Pairing: Platonic/Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Blackmail/Deception, Some trauma, Subtle corruption via Red Lyrium, Overprotective behavior, Some Possessive behavior, Controlling behavior, Stalking, Mentioned possible kidnapping/isolation, Forced/Dubious companionship/relationship.
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Varric, a dwarf and head of his family ever since his brother lost his mind... soon even becoming ruler of Kirkwall in Inquisition.
His family is primarily known for being merchants.
But they also seem (IMO) to have a mafia-like characteristic to them, as Varric always seems to have information you need and often helps his party out with obstacles.
Varric's primary weapon is a specialized crossbow named 'Bianca' and he is primarily good-hearted in nature.
Varric is also known to be a storyteller, specifically for tragedies.
He is a good friend of Hawke, which could be a way you meet him.
Or perhaps you met the dwarf in a tavern.
Either way, Varric likes to make friends with his companions.
He appreciates kind and thoughtful acts and, despite his background, is a good person.
Varric is a rogue and monitors a "spy network" in his family, which is no doubt how he gets his information.
In terms of making him yandere... here's my theory.
Perhaps we can involve Red Lyrium in some way... as Varric has some experience with it.
It wouldn't be enough to fully corrupt him... but maybe that could drive him to do more obsessive acts?
For this concept I'll say you're a companion of Hawke, someone Varric has to work with often.
As a result he naturally tries to get to know you and be your friend.
Despite the dwarf's friendly nature... he is skilled with diplomacy, lying, and blackmail.
So I feel Varric is capable of being manipulative to get what he wants.
His friendly nature may make you trust him, but you can hear distrust from other companions.
Despite this he is very loyal.
In terms of what intention he'd be more likely to have as a yandere, I'd say he may be more likely to be a platonic yandere.
I'm not saying he can't be a romantic yandere, I just believe it would take longer due to his past.
Varric is a good friend, he could also be a good partner, but I think his yandere tendencies would be from Red Lyrium exposure.
Sure, he's already capable of manipulative actions, but he wouldn't use them to get you unless he was driven by something darker.
Red Lyrium would be a perfect cause for his obsessive behavior since his story involves it.
Varric starts off very friendly and compassionate towards you.
As you travel with Varric and/or Hawke, he's always spinning some tale for you to listen to.
He is charming to listen to and is playful with the way he speaks to you.
Even before Red Lyrium alters his way of thinking he is protective and caring towards you.
You're a close friend, one he begins to trust as you two bond.
Despite his mischievous side... he isn't that bad to be around.
Although when he's around Red Lyrium more often, like in Dragon Age Inquisition, his behavior gets more corrupted.
It's not enough to completely take over... but enough to alter his feelings towards you.
This corruption may either make him a paranoid and overprotective friend who won't leave you alone...
Or make him interpret blooming romantic feelings as feelings of possession.
He isn't fully in control of such behavior, but there's times he's lucid.
I feel like Red Lyrium affecting him would make him feel guilty.
After all... he thinks of his brother.
He doesn't want to harm you, but here he is...
He's manipulating you, stalking you, blackmailing you and lying to you to get you to stay.
There's times he apologizes... although there's other times he just won't let you go, gripping your hand tightly.
Varric hates being a thug, not really wanting to use violence to make others comply.
However, as Red Lyrium makes him Overprotective/Possessive of you... he does think of just using his crossbow to remove perceived threats.
His obsession/corruption makes him paranoid.
He feels he can lose you if he isn't careful.
So in his mind he should stick by you, keep you safe... keep you his.
Even in this mindset he somewhat trusts Hawke with you... but dislikes The Inquisitor around you.
He's shown to be more jealous at times in this state to.
You want to get Varric help, or even distance yourself from him.
Yet Varric never seems to have you out of his sight.
He always seems to know everything about you.
After all... you're companions... there's no need to fear him.
Varric gets increasingly more affectionate towards you.
Hand holding, hugs... kisses if his intentions turn romantic due to his corruption.
How obsessive he is begins to scare you.
Far are you know there's no cure for the mild corruption Varric is experiencing.
So his mindset towards you may get worse and worse...
Who knows how long it will be before Varric feels the only way to keep you safe is in a cell...
A feat easier than you think once he's ruler of Kirkwall.
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dreadwxlf · 2 months ago
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@agent-jaselin sent: Other Romantic Candidate: Verric Tethras.
Recommend romantic candidates for my muses and see their reaction!
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~ " While Master Tethras is an admirable man, I am afraid our relationship does not progress beyond friendship. " ~
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xfandomwritingsx · 6 years ago
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Reuniting Part 2 - F!Hawke/Varric
Description: A drink with friends never goes wrong, can it?
Warnings/Labels: Friends to lovers trope. Some sexual mentions. Some drinking. Some fun.
Approx. Word Count: 4,000
A/N: This part ended up taking a different turn than I thought, but I think I like it.
Part One
Hawke had followed the Inquisitor, intending to call out to her and maybe find out where Varric was hiding. She hadn’t seen him since he’d introduced the two on the battlements and honestly, Hawke was getting turned around in Skyhold. Navigating new places wasn’t her strong suit unless it was in Kirkwall. Everything was always so similar there.
She never did actually manage to call out to the Inquisitor though, and instead ended up following her a little creepily by accident. The Inquisitor entered a building and was already walking up the stairs when Hawke entered. There was a scuffling sound upstairs, furniture being violently rearranged.
“You knew where Hawke was all along!” She stopped at the sound of her name, puzzled at what in Thedas was happening up there.
“You’re damned right I did!” Varric’s voice called out angrily. He didn’t yell very often. Hawke could actually count the number of times she’d heard him get angry and yell at someone on her fingers. Curiosity got the better of her and she stood by the stairs, head cocked to aim her ear to listen more.
“You conniving little shit!” The woman spat out through gritted teeth. There was the sound of more scuffling above Hawke’s head and she thought about going up the stairs herself to intervene, but decided against it. Varric could handle himself.
“You kidnapped me! You interrogated me! What did you expect?” Ah, so the pissed off woman must have been the Seeker Hawke had heard so much about. She sounded different than Hawke expected.
“Hey! Enough.” The Inquisitor’s voice rose up, stopping the two from going at it again.
“You’re taking his side?” The Seeker said, astonished.
“I said enough!”
The voices lowered for the most part, making it harder for Hawke to hear what they were saying. Still, she waited. She had been looking for Varric after all and she had found him. Hawke started to wonder how bad the interrogation actually was. In his letters, he went between brushing it off flippantly and over exaggerating, saying how he was held down and tortured and forced to kiss an ogre. She knew the truth lay somewhere in between his stories, but where exactly? Had the Seeker harmed him?
The thought enraged her. That woman better not have put a finger on him. If she had, Hawke would personally make sure she got it right back before she left.
“I was protecting my friend!” Varric’s voice rose again and Hawke felt a warmth in her stomach. Affection? Guilt? She had never asked him to hide her away, never expected him to. And yet he did. He was the one friend she could always count on no matter what. (Except that one time in the fade. But that didn’t count. The fade never counted.) He was more than just a friend. “You know what I think?” She could see his feet at the very top of the stairs, hear his voice a little clearer. “If Hawke had been at the temple, she’d be dead too.” He paused for just a beat. “You people have done enough to her.” The amount of severity, pain, fear in his voice made her ache. She was more than just a friend to him too.
She saw him start to descend the stairs and waited for him. He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head as he came down, the other hand on the wooden railing. Only when he got to the bottom did he see her there and stop, surprised at her presence.
She thought about saying something, about offering something more than the soft, half smile on her lips, but nothing would come out. Nothing needed to though. They stood there looking at each other, saying a lot in their silence.
It reminded her of their last night in Kirkwall, standing on the dock, waiting for her to leave. They had stood next to each other, arms brushing against each other’s but not saying a thing. They were never really good at the serious stuff and always leaned towards leaving words unsaid. They both knew what the other was thinking, feeling, what they were meaning to say. There was absolutely no need to speak words.
It was no different standing at the bottom of those stairs with the silent thank you’s and I love you’s and you didn’t have to’s filling the space between them. She wanted to reach out to him, maybe to hug him again, maybe to just take his hand. Instead, she stayed where she was and let the moment extend.
“Want to get a drink?” Varric asked, finally breaking the silence.
“Yeah,” she replied, that half smile breaking out into a full one. “A drink sounds good.”
They spent the first part of the evening catching up and reminiscing on old times over drinks and the tavern food. It all felt comfortable and familiar and yet… there was something different neither of them could quite put their finger on.
Varric thought he was being ridiculous, but after the third time Hawke grabbed his arm while they laughed, after the third time her hand lingered and her thumb ran over his muscle before letting go, he knew he wasn’t imagining it. He couldn’t recall a time she ever did that to him. It’s not like they never touched, but he wouldn’t have ever described their relationship as physically affectionate either. It was more along the lines of claps on the back and holding each other up after battle.
Hawke wasn’t oblivious to it either. She caught herself reaching out to him. It was near impossible not to notice the way her stomach fluttered or her skin buzzed when she did it and she saw his eyes sink a shade darker. She would have taken that look as an unsure and unwelcome look, if he didn’t keep pressing his leg against hers while they sat at the bar. She wasn’t sure if he even realized he did it. It was a subtle thing, happened when he turned to her or when he simply readjusted and widened his legs on the stool. Accidental in nature, but purposeful in the linger.
After the sun had dipped behind the mountains, the tavern started filling up. Varric found himself trying to keep Hawke and himself at the corner end of the bar for as long as he could. Eventually though, the members of the team gathering noticed them there and a small feeling of disappointment floated through him when they gathered around, all wanting to meet his friend.
He made the introductions to Dorian, Sera, and Blackwall easy enough, but found himself paying a little more attention when they got to Bull, ready to warn Hawke away again if she suggested any interest again. There was none however. She was more interested in Dorian’s staff (which sounded much dirtier than it was.)
The six gathered around a table and ordered a round of drinks. It didn’t surprise Varric that she fit right in. Hawke was personable and a little wild and this group of people? Crazy didn’t even begin to describe them most of the time. She blended right in with the rest of them.
It was only when Cassandra came through the door did he notice her tense up. They hadn’t been introduced yet so Hawke didn’t recognize her until she spoke.
“Where is Commander Cullen?” Cassandra asked, looking around the room. Hawke drew her shoulders back, sat up a little straighter. Varric watched her eyes harden and her hand tense around her mug.
“Where do you think?” Varric laughed, attempting to diffuse the situation before it started. Cassandra might have been a tight ass with low social skills, but she didn’t necessarily deserve Hawke whipping spells at her in the middle of the tavern.
“Notice the Inquisitor isn’t here either?” Dorian piped up, waggling his eyebrows. Cassandra rolled her eyes and made a disgusting noise, before exiting quickly.
“Prude?” Hawke speculated as the group laughed. “Or jealous?” Bull barked out a laugh at the thought.
“That woman has zero interest in Cullen. She barely talks to him as a friend let alone a lover,” he told her, still chuckling at the idea.
“And she’s one of the few people here who wouldn’t bang the Inquisitor if given the chance.” Sera’s words ended with a strange cackle of a laugh that was somewhere between infectious and annoying. Hawke decided she liked it. Most of them started nodding their heads, agreeing with the elf.
“You’re telling me you’d all sleep with her?” Hawke waved her hand across the table, baffled by this idea. The inquisitor was much more popular than she first thought.
“If she liked lady bits, I’d have no problem getting up in hers!” Sera cackled and once again, the general consensus from the table was positive.
“If I were to ever be with a woman, I do imagine it would be someone quite like her,” Dorian nodded thoughtfully.
“Or if she had a dick,” Bull teased crudely causing Dorian to scrunch his face and the rest of the table to laugh again.  “If she needed worked out, I wouldn’t go turning her away.” He took a drink and smacked his lips. Varric looked at him with a grin.
“Yes, but you’ll chase after anything that moves if they show interest.” Bull simply grinned back and shrugged. Hawke looked around the table and noticed the warden looked down into his mug, oddly quiet.
“And you, Blackwall?” she prodded. A blush rose up onto the man’s face, peeking out from under his beard.
“She’s uhh,” he stumbled. “She’s a fine woman.” The group scoffed at him.
“Fine woman,” Sera mocked. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off her arse the last time we went out to the Hinterlands!”
“Warden there’s been holding a candle for our leader for quite some time,” Varric leaned over and whispered to her. Hawke found she had to stop herself from leaning into him and immediately blamed the alcohol for the warm rush she got.
“Ah, unrequited love,” she mused. “It’s a bitch, isn’t it?” She meant is as a jest, but when their eyes met, the smiles between them faltered just slightly and the air seemed to get thick. It lasted only a moment, another bout of laughter from the table pulling them apart. He leaned away quickly.
“What about you, Varric?” Dorian asked, again waggling his eyebrows. “Would you take a spin on our dear Inquisitor?” Hawke watched him closely, feeling her stomach twist a little bit. He only chuckled and leaned back in his chair.
“Nope. This is the one time you can put me and the Seeker in the same category.” Dorian raised a single eyebrow at him, not sure if he believed him or not.
“Varric isn’t interested in us humans,” she confirmed. Was that a bite in her tone? She didn’t mean it to sound snappy.
“Why not?” Bull sounded amazed. “Humans can be fun!”  Varric simply sat back and waited for the teasing and prodding. He had no problem being at the end of their jokes for a while.
“You shouldn’t count us out just because we’re tall. That’s just rude.” Dorian scrunched his face again in an exaggerated way, feigning offense.
“Sorry, Sparkles. You still wouldn’t be my type,” Varric teased.
“That’s what they all say.” He threw a wink at Varric and Varric just shook his head, taking another drink.
“All those legs just get in the way,” he told them. “It’s a tangle of flailing limbs that don’t need to be there. And kissing a human? Talk about neck problems!” They all rolled their eyes.
“You’d just have to be creative!” Hawke encouraged, a too-wide smile on her face.
“You’re telling me the idea of a woman’s long legs draped down over your shoulders and back while your face is between them holds no appeal to you?” Dorian questioned.
Varric’s voice got a little caught in his throat so he took another drink to buy him time. He avoided looking at Hawke at all costs. He had never pictured it before, no, but now that Dorian had said it? It was hard not to have the image flash in his mind and for reasons he didn’t want to indulge, the only woman his mind would conjure as a partner was Hawke. Before he realized it, he had chugged his entire mug.
“You’re drawn to powerful people,” Bull interrupted his thoughts and saved him from having to answer Dorian. “You sure you wouldn’t like having a human straddling you? Towering over you? Pulling you up to them?” Varric decided it was a mistake to have finished his ale so quickly.
“Oooh! Oooh!” Sera chimed in. “I bet you he would! Bet he likes being tied down too.” There were snickers from everyone except Bull.
“No,” he drawled. “That’s just a bit too far for a guy like him, but I’m telling you,” he looked pointedly at Varric. “You’d like having a human woman ride you.”
“Hawke!” Sera pointed to the woman who had been oddly quiet the last few minutes. “Climb into his lap!” Both Hawke’s and Varric’s eyes widened while the others at the table clapped, even Blackwall. “Let’s see if he’s telling the truth!”
“Why me?” Hawke held up her hands in confusion.
“You’re the only female human here,” Blackwall pointed out. “And you know him best.”
“I’m telling you,” Varric protested. “I’m not interested in humans.” Something stirred in Hawke. She again blamed the alcohol for the buzzing, the heat, the courage that suddenly coursed through her. She took one more long drink and then slammed the mug down on the table.
“Alright, you know what?” She put her hands down and pushed her chair away before standing up. “I’m tired of you not liking humans. I’m taking offense on behalf of all the women of my race.” There was some hollering from the others as they looked at each other. She smirked at him, a friendly challenge painted on her face.
Varric chewed on the inside of his lip, contemplating his response. His gut told him it was a bad idea. If it had been years ago, if it had been in the comfort of The Hanged Man, if things hadn’t felt so different since she got there, maybe he wouldn’t be hearing warning bells going off in his head. He knew he should make some witty remark and get out of the whole thing, but that playful challenge in her eyes made him not want to back down.
“Alright,” he conceded, pushing aside the concern and giving in to the curiosity of where it would go. He adjusted his chair, moving it away from the table and facing her. “Just don’t get too attached,” he teased. “I don’t need another woman pining for me.”
“Bianca has nothing to worry about,” she assured, walking up to him with a little too much sway in her hips for his liking. The team watched on, their cheering noises dying down so they could watch carefully.
Varric felt his chest tighten as she approached. He kept the smirk on his face and what he hoped to be a cool composure. He tried to relax, to lean back in his chair and challenge her right back. It’s not like he’d never noticed Hawke was attractive, but she’d never looked at him like that or walked up to him like that or straddled him like she was about to. And Maker help him, it was doing things to him.
When she got close enough, she put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself and slid one of her legs along his hip, through the hole under the armrest. After planting that foot on the ground, she shifted her weight to slide her other leg over him. He kept eye contact with her as she bent her knees and sat on his lap. Why, why, did she do it so slowly? And why, why in Thedas, was she biting her lip when she did it?
She settled down on his legs, not nearly as heavy as he expected, and gave him a coy smile. He tilted his head, watching her intently and trying not to focus on the feeling of her on him. He didn’t want to admit that it was a feeling he could get used to. Before he could stop himself, his hands were on her thighs, palms flat against her muscled legs and sliding up to her hips. He watched her breath hitch and it only encouraged him. He gave a pull on her hips, sliding her ass on his legs and bringing her even closer. That confident look in her eyes faded for just a moment.
“You’re telling me,” Dorian started, threatening to break whatever tension was happening between Hawke and Varric. “A human couldn’t get a fire going in you like that?” Varric refused to break his gaze with the woman sitting on him.
“You have to imagine someone you’d fancy!” Sera clarified quickly, as if it was some kind of loophole he’d use.
“Oh, I am,” he answered honestly and quietly. The team heard him, but the way he said it, Hawke knew the words were just for her. Her eyes flitted down to his lips and he had damn butterflies like a young girl.
“Is it just a stretched-out dwarf?” Sera snickered.
“Now there’s an image,” Blackwall scoffed.
There was a brief exchange between the four still at the table that neither Varric nor Hawke bothered to listen to. There was a heat in her gaze and she had the boldness to roll her hips ever so slightly while the guys were distracted, testing his reaction. He tried not to show it, but he knew she felt it; the way his shoulders tensed and his jaw tightened. He desperately willed his bottom half to stay still. Not wanting to let her keep the upper hand on him, he took the chance and slid his hands around her hips and rested them on her ass. His smirk widened when she squirmed on him.
There was a loud bit of hearty laughter from beside them and Varric thought about removing his hands, but decided against it. Let them see.
“Nothing, Varric?” Hawke asked. “What if she grabbed you like this?” Her slender fingers tangled themselves in the collar of his jacket and pulled. He wasn’t sure if she pulled him to her or her to him, but the end result was the same. Her face dipped down towards his and her breasts pressed against him. “Not enticing at all?”
“What do you think, Hawke?” His voice was low, husky. He punctuated it with a small roll of his own hips, a move he nearly regretted when she pushed back and he could feel himself hardening underneath her. So far everything that happened could easily be laughed off in the morning, two friends messing around, but if she felt that? That would be harder to ignore tomorrow.
She hummed above him before finally looking away and leaning back, creating a small amount of distance between them. It didn’t do anything to quell the heat he was feeling, the way his skin was hot under his clothes or the way he wished they were alone.
“What’s the verdict?” She directed her question to the group. “Think Varric could like a human?”
“I think he’s no fun if he doesn’t,” Sera said.
“If that doesn’t do it for him, nothing will.” Dorian finished his drink and reached behind him for his staff, ready to call it a night.
“Doesn’t really matter in the end, does it?” Blackwall mused. “No one’s going to compete with that crossbow of his.” Hawke laughed at that and instinctively looked around to see where Bianca was. She was tucked away safely under the table, right where he’d left her.
“Well that certainly confirmed it,” Bull joined in. “Varric is not definitely not interested in humans.” Both of them looked at the Qunari, masking curious and confused looks. Bull threw them a wink and a suggestive face neither of them quite understood.
“I think now is a good time for me to retire for the evening.” Dorian stood from seat and stretched his arms into the air.
“Me too,” Blackwall agreed. “Anymore ale and I’m not sure I’ll wake up tomorrow.” Despite his words, he quickly finished the rest of his mug before pushing it away. Sera started talking again, calling them pussies for going to bed so early and blabbering on.
Varric didn’t quite hear her. His mind was too focused on the way that Hawke’s hands had loosened on his collar, one of them gently flattening high on his shoulder, her fingers grazing along his neck and one sliding down onto his chest. He worried about her being able to feel his heart pounding hard against his breastbone, but when the tips of her fingers ran through his chest hair, he was more much worried about her feeling that twitch in his cock.
“What do you think, Varric?” Hawke’s voice rang in his ears and he looked up to her. “Ready to go back to your room?” There was an innuendo in there and he wasn’t sure if she meant to add it or not. There was a sparkle in her eyes though and he realized it was the first time he’d seen it since she arrived. Where had it been all day? Everything in him went heavy and deflated.
That sparkle, that spark, the damn light in her eyes used to be there all the time, even when things got bad. It had glimmered behind the tears when her family died. He had seen it underneath the fear during the battle with the Arishok. It pained him to think it’d gone away over the last few years and he made himself another silent promise that he’d do whatever he could to make sure it came back.
“Whatever you want,” he muttered, still a little lost in his own thoughts. She shifted back, in turn pressing her ass into his hands and on a pure reaction, he squeezed. She smiled, chuckled a little bit, and patted his shoulder.
“I’m going to use the bathroom, finish that drink, and then you’re going to lead me back to your chambers because I will never find my way back there myself.” Varric threw his head back and had to laugh.
“And to think you’re the one who used to lead us around Kirkwall?” She gave him a playful shove at his teasing. All the tension dissolved as they fell back into their easy best friends relationship.
“Kirkwall was easier than here!” She defended. “It’s all open with so many twists and turns and rooms! You leave me to my own devices and I’ll probably end up in that creepy kid’s room.”
“I’m not sure who would be more confused, you or Cole.”
The flashed smiles at each other before Hawke began to remove herself from Varric’s lap. She stood up and instantly he tried not to miss the pressure of her on his legs. He shifted his hands back to her hips to help steady her as she disentangled her legs from the chair. She had to lean forward to move one leg back to the ground in front of him and when she did, her breasts were inches from his face and he involuntarily held his breath until she pulled away, steady on her own feet.
“I’ll be back,” she announced before turning to walk towards the back of the tavern. Varric had a hard time keeping his eyes off her ass.
“You may not be interested in humans in general,” Bull said lowly, pulling Varric’s eyes away from her. He practically forgot anyone else was there. “But maybe one in particular would do the trick.”
“What are you going on about?” Varric threw Bull his signature “full of shit” smile and gave a small roll of his eyes. Bull simply nodded towards Hawke.
“Bianca isn’t the only woman in your life.” He didn’t phrase is as a question that could be argued with and when Varric opened his mouth to refute, Bull leaned over and winked. “Ben-Hassrath, remember?”
Varric closed his mouth, not feeling like debating his own feelings with the Qunari. And to be honest, he wasn’t even sure what he was feeling himself. All he knew is that when Hawke reappeared, all he could picture was having her back in his lap.
“Well, shit.”
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last-of-cheese · 3 months ago
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Thanks @sunshinesdaydream for the tag!!
Note: video game and show fandoms are COMPLETELY different imo, and these are not really in any order at all. Except #1
1 Echo (Star Wars The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch)
2 Night Sister Merrin (Star Wars Jedi: Survivor)
3 Verric Tethras (Dragon Age)
4 Dr Caligosto Loboto (Psychonauts)
5 Grunt (Mass Effect)
6 Moon Knight (Marvel Comics)
7 Goro Majima (Yakuza series)
8 Abby Anderson (The Last Of Us 2)
9 Erend (Horizon Zero Dawn/Forbidden West)
10 Kieran Duffy (Red Dead Redemption 2)
NpT: 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️ eh whoever wants to. Tag me if you do i wanna see em.
List your 10 favorite characters from 10 different Fandoms, then tag 10 people!
Thanks for the tag, @mystical-salamander!
1. Garazeb Orrelios, Star Wars
2. Alastor, Hazbin Hotel
3. Starscream, Transformers
4. Shadow the Hegehog, Sonic the Hedgehog
5. Castiel, Supernatural
6. Blitzø, Helluva Boss
7. Fox McCloud, Starfox
8. Shawn Spencer, Psych
Can't think of any more 😅
Tags: @seth-shitposts @heart-0f-a-rebel16 @lost-in-derry @birdsandbeetlesandmoths and anybody else who wants to do this!
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primaryconsumer · 7 years ago
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Started as an exploration of nonbinary Varric Tethras, but ended up as a.. well. whatever this is. Bull and Dorian are pulled from @imrisah‘s modern au webcomic (read it!). And if you’re curious about what’s on ander’s screen, or want that desktop background for yourself, i put that in a separate post here.
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chocolatemicenwhiskey · 6 years ago
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Dear Bioware/DA4
For the love of the Maker PLEASE let me romance Verric.
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thewildmage · 5 years ago
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And here I thought we’d be ass deep in demons forever.
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quietbibliothecary · 6 years ago
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Rules: answer the 20 questions then tag 20 people you want to get to know better!
Tagger: @teaearlgrayhot 
Name: Katie
Zodiac Sign: Leo
Height: 5’
Languages Spoken: English, minimal German, minimal Latin
Nationality: American
Favorite Fruit: Strawberries, peaches
Favorite Scent: citrus of various varieties and fresh bread
Favorite Color: Aubergine
Favorite Animal: dogs and horses
Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Hot Chocolate
Favorite Fictional Characters: Samwise Gamgee, Faramir, Boromir, and Gandalf from Lord of the Rings; Locke Lamora from the Lies of Locke Lamora; Kiki from Kiki’s Delivery Service; Pidge from Voltron Legendary Defender; Everyone from Critical Role Campaign 1 and 2; Seven of Nine, Captain Janeway, and Picard from Star Trek; Everyone from The Adventure Zone; Kaylee from Firefly; Princess Leia, Rey, Cassian, Jyn, Padme Amidala, Ahsoka Tano, and Ezra Miller from Star Wars (films and TV); Revan, Theron Shan, Lana Beniko, and Nadia Grell from Star Wars the Old Republic; Alistair Theirin, Dorian Pavus, Cassandra Pentaghast, Verric Tethras, and Mabari from Dragon Age.
When was your blog created?: I honestly don’t remember.
Last Movie Seen: In theaters-Solo; At home-Monuments Men
Songs You’ve Had on Repeat: Out of Darkness by Matthew and the Atlas (works for a campaign I’m writing), Somewhere Only We Know covered by Lily Allen, Parlor by Nathaniel Rateliff and the Night Sweats; Work Song by Hozier; Midnight on the Water from the album The Harmonic Tone Revealers
Favorite Candy: Twix
This is a pretty new blog, I’m just going to tag a handful of people @tater-tots-last-of-the-romanovs, @offateandfortune, @dnd-inspiration, @laughytaffythegrape
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screaming-inthe-void · 4 years ago
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I always like to think that I'm a character in a book.
If I lose my train of thought my author has writers block on how to express their intended sentiment
If I have deja vu it's because they're rephrasing the scene a little differently.
And, most importantly as a writer, I know that when I go through things I think will break me, things that linger and make me rage in my soul- it means they love me with all their soul.
if you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer. Maybe even throw in a heroic death.
~Verric Tethras, Dragon Age Inquisition
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corvidbrainz · 5 years ago
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is that bat wearing verric tethras' coat
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Bats arn’t the best at wearing jackets but she tried her best.
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brightlycoloredteacups · 5 years ago
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Dragon’s Age
Morrigan
Leliana
Allistair
Anders
Fenris
Isabela
Cullen Rutherford
Verric Tethras
Cassandra Pentaghast
Dorian Pavus
The Iron Bull
Krem
Sera
Blackwall
Josephine Montilliyet
Scout Harding
Zevran Aranai
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echo--flowers · 4 years ago
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Thank you for the tag, @ask-basurtoj15! 😊
Favorite Color: Blue and purple all the way!
Favorite Musician: Ooh boy… umm, I have tons of favorites. ^^; But I guess my top three for the moment would have to be Hozier, Glass Animals, and Oliver Riot
Last Film I Watched: Narnia: The Lion The Witch, and The Wardrobe
Last Show I Watched: Criminal Minds
Favorite Character(s): Sans and Papyrus (Undertale and AUs), Zuko (ATLA), Spencer Reid (Criminal Mind), Verric Tethras(Dragon Age), Emil Castagnier (Tales of Symphonia DOTNW). There are more but I don't wanna make the list too long 😅
Sweet, Spicy, or Savoy?: Savory. It would be sweet but I can't eat sweet stuff all the time
Sparkling Water, Coffee, or Tea?: Tea!
Pets: Lots and lots of cats! My cat's name is Ghost through. And I have a pupper named Aki!
Tagging anyone that wants to do this!
Get to know others!
Tag 8 people you want to get to know better
I was tagged by @cookie12sposts thank you for the tag !!! 💙
Favorite Colors: Cobalt blue, raspberry
Favorite Musician: That’s tough… ugh I am going to show my old soul energy but Rush. 
Last Film I Watched: Knives out? 
Last TV Show I Watched: The Good Place (I finally got to watch that last season), Supernatural (number I don’t know), BNA, Warrior Nun, and Cursed.
Favorite Character(s) (no order): Crowley (SPN), Dean (SPN), Sebastian (Kuroshitsuji), Charlie (Hazbin Hotel), Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Tiana (Princess and the Frog), Papyrus (UT), Lucifer (Lucifer), Michiru (BNA)
Sweet, Spicy, or Savory: Sweet!
Sparkling Water, Tea, or Coffee: Tea
Pets: I have a little pup named Captain. He is pretty old now but I still love the little guy. I miss him. 
Tag time! @koiikun @skesgo @lost-immortality @skeletonmadness @cuddlyquiche @deadlyxglamour @deusn-determined @goosygander @supa-yel
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primaryconsumer · 7 years ago
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Someone please explain to me why the FUCK l am so invested in modern AU genderqueer Verric Tethras ??? 
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anamcaramia · 9 years ago
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I kinda wish I was obscenely rich so I could spend thousands of dollars on huge, extremely detailed, classical oil paintings of video game characters.
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faejilly · 10 years ago
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varric 
You wake slowly. Darkness fading into something softer, warmer.
Heavier?
Your chest feels positively weighted, and there’s a tickle against your neck, and you blink, and breathe, and it’s only with the smell, last-night’s rum and the sweet rinse she uses in her hair, that you realize.
She’s still here.
She stayed.
She slept.
It hurts, how much it doesn’t hurt.
It feels like hope, and joy, and that never lasts, and you know, you know ...
Your heart thumps hard enough you’re afraid it’ll wake her up, and you close your eyes, and you breathe in, slow, steady, until you stop thinking, and you feel the smile ease across your face.
She's still here. 
You shift a bit beneath the weight of her head, and she mumbles something in her sleep, dark and rough and foreign, and you brush her hair out of her face, and she sighs, and then she stills, and her eyes open and she blinks at you, molten gold, and yes, this is definitely a morning for smiling.
The angle’s all wrong for kissing, but you brush a knuckle against her lips, and she lifts an eyebrow, and you do your best ridiculous eyebrow waggle and she laughs, low and throaty and rough, and your heart thumps again, and your cock throbs and oh, you lost this fight a long time ago; you’re amazed you managed to fool yourself about it at all.
She rolls over, and her smile is soft, and you have just a breath to wonder at it, if she’s lost something too, or found it, before her lips touch yours, and you open to her, or she to you, you’re not sure if there’s a difference anymore. Her hair tangles between your fingers, and you feel her tongue in your mouth, and maybe even the beat of her heart in her chest, pressed to yours, heavy and uneven.
“Why hello there, Varric,” her voice rubs against you, silk and leather, and you swallow a moan, a cough, before you risk your own.
“Good morning, Isabela.” She shivers, and you feel her lashes brush against your skin as she blinks, and now, the touch of her skin against yours isn’t just warm, it scalds, and you think perhaps you might die from the want of her, for her, about her, her laugh and her eyes and her skin and her kisses.
“Let’s see how good we can make it, shall we?” Her whisper makes you shudder, and the first hint of teeth along your jaw makes your fingers clench, and yes, oh yes, you’ll make sure it’s very good indeed.
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blue-spring-nights · 10 years ago
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Verric is the uncle I always wanted.
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