#when the healer gets healed (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

[thrucrax]

“Hold still.   This might sting a little.”   Beatrize warned.

The downside of being one person is that when there are arrows in hard to reach places there is little hope of being freed from the discomfort; even his careful movements would not allow his fingers even an inch within reach of the shaft. Rambert forced himself to relax when @himlayan's hand rested on him as the sharp-hot pain of the embedded arrow made it difficult to not pull away.

“Promise to be gentle?” The corners of Bert's lips twitched, he wanted to smile but the stinging pain in his shoulder flared over any compelled humor.

[cilant-lis]

Alvea’s inventory (mahariel version)

trying to draw something different to get me out of artblock. as always, i went a bit wild with the details hhhh

1. Healer’s kit: disinfectant, cloths, poultices, bandages, powders, thread and needles, salves, herbs etc. When Alvea’s healing magic needs a little bit of help

2. Raw amber chunks. Great gemstones for augmenting fire spells

3. A scrap of her original circle robes

4. Mabari crunch. Snacks for the best boy of Ferelden

5. Enchanted silverite sword. The enchantments on it allow her to channel magic through it and use it instead of a staff.

6. A lyrium potion. Used very rarely, only for emergencies.

7. Zevran’s earring (ꈍ ᴗ ꈍ✿) 

8. Amber ring, swiped from the circle’s depository. What is strange about this ring is that it does not seem to fit anyone other than Alvea.

9. Brass brooch. A memento of Alvea’s deceased lover. The fastener has been broken and mended many times, but it’s a constant element of Alvea’s equipment.

10. Herbal soap. Smells nice.

11. Dangly earring with a chalcedony stone. First possession bought by Alvea with her own money.

12. Bone comb of Dalish make, bought from the clan in Bercilian forest.

13. Eye kohl (for darkening her eyelashes), red lip and cheek tint and perfume.

13. Fireheart - a staff light enough to be wielded with one hand, with a heart-shaped amber stone at the top. It emits a constant, soft glow, which brings to mind embers of a dying fire.

[stormbabylore]

Have I rambled incoherently about my WHM AU, yet? (★ᴗ★)

I only started playing WHM because I wanted that flipping unicorn mount. And then I only continued playing it once I'd maxed all my actual classes on free trial before I got to the end of HW (then the end of the free trial). For a long time, I just waved it off as not being a canon class for her and thought no more of it. Healing stresses me out so much, and it really didn't fit Aeryn's lore given that she flippin' can't use magic.

Later I thought, "Okay, but what if AU, though?" Maybe Aeryn doesn't wake up in Eorzea with a magic block at all, because the star magic didn't cook that way for her? I had already reasoned it out for her masculine self (Aeron canonically practices white magic as a main class), so an AU of her without a magic block could reasonably pick it up.

At some point I got the notion that rather than just being quiet/reserved, this version of Aeryn would actually be mute.

And at another point I decided that this version of her would meet and fall for Thancred, first, rather than have a slow burn partnership with Urianger. (Yes, that was mainly birthed of my quasi-obsession with the healer/tank trope. It gives me fangirl joy.)

Anyway, all those little threads are important, because it added up to a character that was very, very different from my Stormbaby. In all her other AUs, she's essentially the same person - just the same person who follows a different path. But WHM Aeryn was shaping up to be someone completely different. And that's how I eventually landed on the notion that WHM Aeryn isn't Aeryn at all, but rather the remnant of her star that fused with her in the final moments before the calamity that ended her reflection. In this version, though, Aeryn (the original) properly died, and what cooked up in stasis when Hydaelyn pulled her to the aetherial sea was a star in her last child's form, not knowing who or what she was. In that way, star-Aeryn still arrives in Eorzea (on the Source) with no memories. She is still learning and experiencing emotions from scratch, because she has no recollection of experiencing them before. She can't speak because, as a star, she had never done so before. And she is physically very weak and uncoordinated/gangling because she's legitimately never had a body before and just doesn't realize it.

She will likewise have a similar existential crisis at some point - once she's made aware of what she really was and how she has unwittingly inhabited a person's body - worse, the body of someone who died because of her inability to stabilize her core - and whether or not she deserves to be called Aeryn at all.

But otherwise her journey is very different. She starts in Ul'dah, to begin with, and due to her physical weakness and propensity for magic, would be directed to the thaumaturge's guild. But her gift for magic would intimidate even them, and fearing her capabilities (and her weakness, considering that might make her susceptible to suggestion by the dark forces she would learn to wield over time), Cocobusi and the others suggest conjury might be more her speed. They ask Momodi to help her find her way to Gridania with a note a recommendation - and Momodi calls in an old favor to request Thancred's aid in getting her there safely. Since Aeryn is still a new adventurer at that stage, she has no sway to help grant her any quick means of travel to Gridania, and so they go the long way together and get to know each other decently well on the journey, which accounts for them having some mild partiality toward each other long before Aeryn's journey as the WoL well and truly begins.

So that's the foundation of WHM AU: Aeryn is not Aeryn at all, but rather her star made flesh. I had been considering playing back through the story as her AU self one day - but I'm already iffy on whether or not I'll keep playing Aeryn after the graphics update, anyway, so this might never happen, now. Which is probably for the best? Skies know I do not need another alt.

[mage-parivir]

Angst time!!!(◍•ᴗ•◍)

How would the ros react if they accidentally injured the MC in a fight? Say they were fighting someone and the enemy used something of mind-control spell and made them attack and injure the MC. The spell breaks when the MC kills the enemy and then the first thing they do is check if the ro is okay, even though they are currently bleeding out from the wound that the ro caused. How would they react?

Ooh, this is a fun scenario. Lets see...

Leon would be shell-shocked, at first, and once he shakes out of it he’d be stammering out apologies in between sobs. He’d be too overwhelmed to realize that what MC needs right now is healing, not tears, and if MC doesn’t remind him of that then Saine probably would once he arrives at the scene. (Naturally, Leon will later get an earful from both Ilya and Saine for not immediately seeking assistance.)

Both Ilya and Eli would probably have their healer instincts kick in and immediately tend to MC’s wounds. After the fact, Ilya would apologize once but be able to rationalize that she was also a victim, while Eli would feel the irrational need to smother MC with affections to ‘make up’ for the incident.

F and Yu would immediately rush to the MC, cradling their body in their arms. 

Yu: “Shh, don’t talk, you’re gonna make it worse. Just breathe, okay, MC? Don’t you dare die on me, not like this.”

F: “You’re a damn fool. You should’ve--you should’ve knocked me out first, instead of getting yourself hurt like this. Fuck, where is Eli when you need them?”

[trailshome]

hiii clam!!! hope u are well!! cause i am not,,, im getting my wisdom teeth extracted tomorrow and everything hurts like hell 😭😭😭 wish me luck 😭😭😭

anyways can i have [five times healed] for the disaster husbands please 👉👈

love ya!!!!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)

// yikes!! I hope it goes well for you and the pain goes away, sending you some extra hugs, Death!! mwah!! disaster husbands sadasd lesilfae and galeon, yeah? love it!! the ending isn't cannon for their poly route so no spoilers here!!

[five times healed] -- featuring Galeon and Lesilfae

The First Time was little more than an accident fueled by a strong wish for things to just 'be okay'. Two young boys, just introduced to one another and sent to play, found themselves standing atop a steep but short ravine. Galeon, the older of the two, pointed a finger down to the bottom, "There was a stream down there once, with little fish swimming in it." He paused looking to the younger boy who eyed the lip of the ravine wearily. "Don't be afraid. It's not that far of a fall."

"I'm not afraid." The other boy snapped, shrugging his sharp, bony shoulders. "But not everyone is happy being covered in dirt."

Ah. Galeon's grey eyes darted away then back. They had little in common, the older boy's every attempt at friendship being waved away -- why did his parents think this was a good idea? Without a word, Galeon spun around, deciding to depart and return to his parents. This wasn't working. It never worked. He was nearly back to the tree line when a yelp split the air behind him followed by the sounds of heavy thumping and pained screams. As quickly as he had turned to leave, he turned back.

Lesilfae was gone as well as the edge of the ravine... right where he'd been standing. The large boy peered over the side and straight down to the bottom where, laying in a crumpled heap, was the younger boy. In that instant, something awoke in him. A need to protect, to fix and to mend. He rushed down the side, earning wounds of his own but did not stop until he was at the other boy's side and, upon reaching it, let his hands envelope the worst of the scratches. Lesilfae's green eyes flickered up to him, golden light coursing very suddenly through them. The same light engulfed Galeon's hands as he wished and willed the wound away.

Within mere moments, a blink of an eye, Lesilfae was up and unhurt. Galeon, however... Well. Magic tends to come at a price.

The Second Time was a short while after the first, a mere month and a half. not too long after the accident that kickstarted their friendship and opened up the world of healing to a young Galeon Hughes. He was now training under a master healer and alchemist, who drew the young boy from Lesilfae's side far too often for the younger boy's liking... but he understood. This was what Galeon was born to do. So, he remained, passively accepting of his friend's stolen time and simply began to cherish what little was left for him.

What was meant to be a day just for them had turned into a day of minor panic and oozing papercuts. Galeon had quickly become overprotective of his friend, often healing any minor bumps and bruises the young noble might gain in his day-to-day life (which were few), and Lesiflae simply let him. Happy to let his friend practice his newfound art on him and his fragile body. This time, it just so happened to be a small papercut he'd gained while practicing his handwriting with his mother. Something he hadn't even noticed but Galeon did. He always did.

"What's that?" Galeon had asked as the two seated themself at Lesilfae's family's dinner table. He reached over to gently take the smaller boy's hand in his, eyeing the fresh but clotted injury. His grey eyes jumped quickly to Lesilfae's own piercing green.

"What's what?"

"That cut on your hand. Did you get hurt today?" Ah... The boy gently pulled his hand free of his friend's grasp to peer at the small cut. A paper cut. It was shallow and didn't seem to have bled much, he's sure if it had he would have noticed.

"Oh, no -- well, I didn't think I had. I guess I didn't notice... it's just a papercut, nothing to worry about, Gale." He assured but Galeon remained firm, eyes zeroed in on the offending 'wound'. He looked unimpressed by Lesilfae's words.

"Are you sure? I'd feel better knowing it won't get infected."

"Well, if you're that worried you can heal it but it really is nothing. You worry too much."

"I don't worry enough, I think." The boys shared a look as Galeon's hands once again enfolded Lesilfae's own. Again, streaks of light illuminated his eyes as Galeon's hands began to glow. It was in this moment, Lesilfae's heart began to beat twice as hard in his chest, watching the older boy care for something so little as if it offended his very nature that his friend was hurt... This must be what true friendship feels like. Right?

The Third Time was as unremarkable as the second time, but as usual, Galeon was steadfast in caring about the little things, or, as he said, "little things that can become big things". The boy had grown into a tall, broad teen who had to stoop from time to time to enter buildings -- something Lesilfae both admired and hated. He couldn't even begin to count the number of times the taller boy had all but cracked his head on a low hanging chandelier or a door frame. Goddess above, the boy was a mess in his new form. Feet too big, legs too long, shoulders too wide...

Lesilfae, however, remained lean and slight. Shorter than the average Fyvar but still tall enough for people to rarely comment on it. He fit easily in doorways and had no issue adjusting to his growing body.

And yet, it was always Galeon who worried over Lesilfae. Every bump, bruise, or scratch was met with thick furrowed brows and a deep-set frown. After this day, maybe he was right to worry?

--

He was unlucky, that's all. Very unlucky.

It only took a slight misstep to send him to the healers in agony, a slight roll of his ankle that led to a loud 'snap' and sudden pain. His father was accompanying him at the time and wasted no time whisking him away to the nearest healer's -- it just so happened to be the one Galeon was working at. The bulky boy (well, //teen//) was working dutifully when the nobles entered. His attention stirred only when Lesilfae's father spoke up, explain to the available healer what had happened.

Lesilfae could see his friend's face fall, his expression turning grave. The two locked eyes from across the room and the boy stood, patient no longer needing tended to, and inserted himself (rudely, might he add) into the conversation. "What happened? Here, let me--"

His intrusion earned him a sharp wallop to the back of his head with a rolled-up scroll. The healer that Lesilfae's father had been speaking to appearing very cross, "Have you no manners?" they sniffed, attention turning back to the nobles. But, to the surprise of everyone, his father began to tell Galeon what had befallen the pained boy. A knowing look in his green eyes.

It took no time for Galeon to take the boy's ankle in hand and to summon the warm soothing magic that only he could manifest. Once more, Lesilfae's heart erupted into delicate flutters and once more, he was healed by his friend. Friend...

"Galeon..." Lesilfae began, "My heart keeps fluttering..." He was unlucky. Very unlucky.

The Fourth Time was in battle. A battle that Lesilfae had no place in being part of -- but he couldn't abandon his friend nor the odd being his friend had taken responsibility of. Call it a sick sense of loyalty, but the merchant felt responsible for the 'stranger' too (at least to some degree), so perhaps it shouldn't be surprising that he took a blow destined for the strange being. Their mouth falling open to scream as Lesilfae's body hit the ground.

Or, well, it was supposed to be the ground. He found himself, instead, cradled in strong arms as the battle raged on around him. He was pulled, safely into a warm chest and heaved upwards. Galeon. The boy, no... man, he's a man now, murmuring something into his lavender hair. His vision began to flicker, his consciousness slowing into nothing, but he could see, there leaning over him, his friend. Tears gathering in his beautiful grey eyes and sliding down the sharp curves of his face. Galeon. Galeon.

He wasn't ready to die. Goddess, he had so much to do. To say.

with the familiar golden glow overtaking him, he reaches out to trace the lines of his friend's face. "I love you..."

The Fifth Time was mere days after his near-death experience. He was laid up in bed, forbidden from leaving it, and stuck listening to Hollond trying to explain something to him. It was a bit beyond him, however, as the Yven huffed to themself and muttered something. Something about... Galeon? The blonde soon left, taking with them the little bit of warmth in the room -- but luck was on his side today as they were quickly replaced by Galeon.

The hulking man lingering in the doorway for a moment before settling at his bedside. The silence was heavy and deafening. The man, his friend, his... crush? looking over him with tired grey eyes. He looked as if he hadn't been sleeping, something that wasn't new, but still worrying.

"Lesilfae." The giant began, eyes darting to the doorway where two blue eyes narrowed sharply then disappeared. "I think I know how to cure your heart flutters... or, at least, well..." His eyes drag back to the injured man. He looked so much smaller beneath those thin covers, so much more hurt.

Lesilfae raised an eyebrow, "Gale..."

The green haired man took a deep breath, leaned forward until his lips just barely brushed his friend's ear and whispered, "I love you too." And just like that, the fluttering soothed.

[sonosheee]

Imagine! Trevor and Sypha have an argument. No. Like a serious argument. And they leave each other. (Not forever! But for a while.) Or: fanfiction idea. I can’t write it. But maybe you can. shitty english grammar warning. (grammar? what is it?) this is in my head for days. i cant hold back  ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

In season 3 I felt that Trevor allows too much to Sypha - I know he has feelings for her, that’s clear, but… You know, while she is with him everything's been turned over for him. As he said „A pretty girl holds your hand and takes you to bed and all of sudden…” „your world changes and you don’t know what to think about it” That disgusting judge finished his sencence but what he said was true. Trevor’s world is a little bit upside down now I think. Yes, he killed monsters before, but now, he has a „misson” - to make a better world and help people. He do what his family did for centuries - this was his fate. Beside this he is not alone anymore on this path. Isn’t is too fast for him? I love Sypha! She is my cute little psychopath, she is fire and ice and… wind… and electricity. She is amazing! But as @roxinwoolsocks said, she has gotten cocky: „Her victories have clearly gone to her head though.” At the finale of the season she got a slap from the life, but I can imagine that after a few weeks (maybe?) she become cheerful and bright again. And confident in fights. And more reckless. So! Here is my fanfiction idea!

Our beautiful babies are fighting whit a massive monster squad. Trevor killed monsters like these before, he knows they are hard to kill but he knows what to do. But Sypha didn’t listen to him. She is powerful, confident, and stubborn. And because of that they almost get into a bigger shitstorm. (She gets an injury maybe - or a bigger wound.) And after that, she acting like as if nothing had happend.

But Trevor had enough. During the fight, when he saw how careless and unstoppable, uncontrollable she was, something snapped in his mind. (It was not his whip.) For a moment, he saw himself. He were axactly like her in the past, he almost got killed every weekend that time. (Oh boi, the scabs on his body… Each wound has it’s own story. There are too many, he can’t remember them all.) He will not let Sypha to continue what she is doing, because that's gonna end badly. He can't let her do that to herself! He can’t let her die!

She’s got a lecture from him. After the fight Trevor yells at her about how she sould follow his orders because he has more experience and knowledge about monster killing. (He’s says NOTHING about his feelings.) Sypha gets mad too, because she thinks Trevor has no right to treats her like a helpless, weak little child. After this there is bad blood between them.

Not long after this (1-2 week after), they found Sypha’s people in a small village - so Trevor and Sypha decide to stay a little bit longer. Sypha is so happy among them, she helps them to heal villagers, she tells stories to everybody around the camp fire, sings beautiful songs, (Trevor never heard her sing before), dance, plays with children… And maybee… she helps to deliver a baby. And as she watching the newborn in her arms she is smiling and seems so happy. And Trevor is watching her from the far, and he realise that killing monsters is not her fate. The day before they left, he said they should talk. He says she will stay, and he will go alone. He says things like „you will be happier here”, „your people need you”… The truth is… this is a good excuse for him to keep Sypha far away from her own pointless death - during fighting with monsters for people who will never deserve any of her sacrifices. In the fight of the begining, he was so scared for her. When she wouldn't listen to him... only followed her own head recklessly… Trevor had nothing and no one for a long time - ha was alone and lonely -, and now he has somebody to protect. He wanted to protect her so bad. But ont he road, during the fights, among the monsters he is not able to do that. He had to let her go. „She will be happier surrounded by her own people. She can use her powers, she can be a good healer. She can be able to tell stories until the day of her death. She will have a family. She can be a mother…” – he keeps saing these things to himself. Sypha… is furoius. She don’t understand Trevor, and doesn’t want to understand. They are arguing again. Trevor gets mad. He wants to do everything to make Sypha stay he starts to insult her. „You just killing yourself with that attitude of yours!” „I can’t always keep an eye on you during the fights!” - he KNOWS how powerful she is, and she doesn’t need help, she proved herself! But he wanted to insult her, he said these things. He starts to complain about other things as well.

One word led to another, and… Sypha start to say something about their… you know. Trevor says: „I just used you! Like men use pretty girls like you! I used you and you used me!” She objects: „I didn’t use you! I…” … (love you) - but she never finished the sentence, she freezed when she realized what she wanted to say. (Oh gosh guys I hope you can understand what I say!)

Trevor (maybe he realised too what she wanted to say, and he fell silenc for a very short moment but than he) just ignored it and continued cruelly: „Ohh, Sypha, you are so naive.”

She looked at him incredulously with wide eyes. Her eyes became glassy from tears, but she didn’t want to look weak infront of Trevor. So her eyes became angry again with a spark of fire in it, and she said: „Get out! Leave then!”  

He did. He left one of the horses and the wagon to her, and on the next dawn he left the village. He said goodbye to the Speakers, but Sypha wasn’t there. „My granddaughter said: I think we have said all we have to say to each other” - Sypha’s grandfather told this to Trevor.

Angst, pain and everything! What can I say? I like it when they suffer…

This is only temporary of course but it is serious. Thanks to this argument they will be far away from each other for months… or a half year - or something. Sypha… She will not stop killing monsters. She will do the jobs alone. BECAUSE SHE IS A STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN, and NO ONE can tell her what to do!

Trevor… He gets nightmares where he sees Sypha dying alone, because there are too many monsters around her and she cant’t kill them all. And it is his fault because he left her.

Sypha’s grandfather dies - she became depressed. And the war of the vampires is slowly gets closer. Maybe some serious action will brought them together again. They will „brought together by fate” - and they will have to fight again side by side.

So this is my idea. Feel free to use it, if you want, as you want. I wish I could write it in english! Oh, how I wish! But my english skills… are shamefull as you see. My bad grammar and vocabulary… It’s blocks me! I could write it in my mother tongue, but nobody would care about it - and I would like to share it with You guys! Writing is ART and I don’t want to ruin everything with my bad english. If you feel enough energy or you got some ideas from this little… post, let’s do it! Write it! You don’t have to tag me or anything, just please send it to me - so I can read it! And I will be thankful for it! Because I would like to see how you can write this! ♡ ♡  ♡ ♡ Maybe my characters are a bit out of… character. Would Trevor be able to tolerate Sypha for eternity if she become reckless so much? How would he deal with his emotions? I don’t really know… But I can imagine something like this. I love you guys! Stay safe! ʚ♡⃛ɞ (ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

[manawalls]

i wanted my nyssa x hien and i did it!  ( buuuut under a cut because i don’t want to clog up dashboards )    (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

When strangers appear in their camp the Xaela search for her first, beg for her heightened senses to search for what they cannot hear. Guided to the caravan, Nyssa crouches beside the bloodied man - a fallen lord they tell her - and she listens. As faint as it is, she can assure them that there is a heart beating; he is not dead.

Yet.

Weeks later she returns out of curiosity, has the man survived? She knows the healers do their best, she knows they will not fail him if it’s within their power. She also knows he had very little chance.

But there he is, alive. He is steady but not free from danger, and thus the Mol take him and, still wondering, she follows.

She returns often now, his chances of survival better than before, but still his eyes have not opened. It is only in the dead of night that he stirs and Nyssa, poking at the outside campfire, lifts her head while her ears twitch. She hesitates at the flap of his tent, long fingernails dipping between the fabric and parting them just so - enough to peek through.

His breaths are strained but he is certainly awake, a trembling hand searching for something at his side.

The viera approaches him finally, a cup of water she retrieved for him offered silently. He is wary, she can tell, but he takes it with the little strength he can muster and she tentatively helps guide it to his lips. Here is the first time she truly meets him, kind despite his injuries, trusting after she proves to pose no threat.

She decides he is not a bad person, she likes him.

Hien, he tells her when he is healed more, and Nyssa messily signs her name for him. She isn’t very good at it, and with the Qestir she doesn’t have to be, but she recognizes he’s just as rusty as she is and it earns a muted laugh from her when he raises a quizzical eyebrow.

She visits daily to relearn with him, the Mol girl joins them from time to time, helps them with what she learns from passing merchants. He also learns that sign language isn’t all they need, he comes to read her by the way she looks at things, her facial expressions give her away instantly, and he teases her for it.

Nyssa builds her own tent near the Mol tribe, she likes being closer to them.

When he’s back on his feet she’s training with him, her lance against his sword. He still fumbles from healing wounds and she eases up on him, waits for him to get his footing back and tries not to push him too far.

One day he surprises her, he uses her hesitation against her and lunges. Shock gives way to a sudden gasp and her hands grab for him. She falls and takes them both to the ground, the samurai lord hovering over her with a smug smile that she stares at for too long. They linger until Cirina calls to them, food is ready, and both roll back to their feet - he with a laugh and a challenge to race back, winner gets the biggest piece.

He wins.

They train more often now, he’s getting better, looking better, and for that she is relieved. She doesn’t go easy on him anymore, knocking his sword aside at every chance and leaping over his head. He can’t keep up, his breaths labored and body growing tired. Landing behind him she spins and sweeps the lance across his ankles.

He lands on his back with a grunt and Nyssa traps his wrists above his head, wearing her own winning smile as she sits upon her defeated opponent. But he still smiles and she still hesitates.

And he still wins.

[astarionswhore]

(Because I have to be that ass) Inky ask. Go. All odd numbers with Inky that you use the most. Go! (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

OH MY GOD ALL ODD?!

im ready

i’ll do my rania trevelyan!

1. what color best represents them – definitely gold/mustard yellow. when i designed her, i put her in a gold robe and loved the way it looked on her. maybe subconsciously she wears it to feel royal and more important in a world that oppresses mages lol

3. which music genre would best describe your Inquisitor – oh shit i was always bad at these… even though rania is stubborn and bossy, i feel like she’d like feel good music, something you’d listen to in the morning with a cup of coffee, sitting in a window seat and watching dew drops melt off a field of grass as the sun rises

5. if your Inquisitor was a force of nature, what kind would they be? (hurricane, earthquake, etc.) – rania is already a force of nature lmaooo. she’d definitely be a volcanic eruption. rania has a terrible temper!

7. Which element best describes them – FIRE! she already uses fire for offensive magic, but fire is also comforting and calming. yes, rania has a temper, but she cares deeply. she’s actually very much like mrs. weasley!

9. do they have a background story – of course! to summarize, rania had a wonderful relationship with her mother until she showed signs of magic. since that day, her mother cut ties with rania , took her out of the will, and refused to visit her in the circle. rania had a terrible time in the circle, hated the templars, and became a revolutionist mage. there, she also learned how to cook and knit and heal. when the circles revolted, so escaped and almost made it out of ostwick when she saw several mages burn a farm family to death. she went back to the circle, convinced the remaining mages to let her go to the peace summit, and…. well got a cool green hand

11. are they better with children, animals, or neither – children lmao!! rania likes animals, but she connects better this little kids she and cullen even adopt three little girls after the war BECAUSE THEY DESERVE TO BE HAPPY! :)

13. can they cook – YES YES YES rania is an excellent cook! she and some other mages fed the circle in ostwick. sometimes she helps the chefs of skyhold during her downtime and cullen may or maybe get a little chub after the war (‾̴̴͡͡▿•‾̴̴͡͡ʃƪ)

15. are they very fashion-conscious or more practical – nah she’s practical af lol i mean because she made herself is basically the head healer in the inquisition when she’s in haven/skyhold, things can get messy and she can’t afford to wear fancy things.

17. who do you think they’ll get along with best among their companions, if any – she gets along best with solas because rania is also prideful and sometimes thinks she’s better than everyone else (LOL). dorian, she can handle in small doses but doesn’t necessarily hate him. she respects cassandra, but they definitely have two different opinions about the world. she thinks blackwall is kinda weird. also kinda reminds her of an uncle she has. she is V protective of cole, but she decided to make him human because she knows how hard it is to forgive what templars have done to her (spoiler alert, she kinda regrets it but only a little lol) she…. tolerates sera and ironbull but she doesn’t really like them. vivienne is the only one she absolutely hates. she hates her so much she almost sabotaged viv’s potion for her lover but decided to be nice

19. do they have any scars? What are they from – she has scars down the right side of her face and along her body from the dragon and corypheus fight.

21. what’s your Inquisitor’s opinion on each of the various races, if any – she doesn’t really have an opinion on dwarves or elves. they do their thing, she does hers. it’s the qunari who she’s like…. eeeeehhhhh? 1. because look when they do to their mages and 2. they want to basically indoctrinate everyone and she’s like no thanks

haha this was fun thank you shai!!!!!!!!!!!