#why are there so many nugs?

[msunitedstatesjames]

Rating Veilguard companions based on their living spaces:

I'm coming up on the last handful of missions in Veilguard, and I noticed that I hadn't really spent all that much time looking around the rooms of the companions. I pretty much burst in and out, only staying long enough to hear whatever they have to say. So I decided to do a more in depth look. (There will be some moderate spoilers ahead if you haven't worked your way through most of Emmrich's companion quests.)

7. Lucanis

Okay, we've all heard the reasoning behind Lucanis's room of choice, but this "room" is still sad. As awesome as access to the kitchens is, this is just a straight up trauma room. That's without even mentioning the perilous number of candles near the bed of such a haunted (literally) man. But, at least he has somewhere to sleep, unlike some others, and he has plenty of supplies of citrus fruit, so scurvy won't be an issue.

6. Emmrich

I hate to rank this one so low. Not only is Emmrich my romance of choice, but I'm a huge book lover in real life, and I love this aesthetic. But this man doesn't have anywhere to sleep! He's in his 50s and has nowhere to sleep! Much has been said about where he might be sleeping every night. Does he sleep on the corpse slab? Does he sleep in the big red chair? Does he curl up in front of the fire like a hound? If he was 19 maybe those options would be feasible. But I'm in my early thirties in real life, and the idea of spending a night on a hard floor/slab is already unbearable to imagine, and sitting upright all night is only done if I'm so ill I can't do otherwise. No bed is just unforgiveable. Also, he's stuck with the skull and spirit of his former friend/rival seemingly listening in on everything and critiquing him constantly. Imagine just minding your own business and having a skull call you "moldering" while implying you're too old to be with your partner of choice. On the other hand, I envy the shelf space, the spiral staircase, and the gorgeous balcony view.

5. Taash

Maybe Taash likes having a gloomy room, I don't know. But sometimes this room looks like a straight up dungeon. Also, though there is some good functionality for training and such, the room lacks daily functionality due to the sheer amount of stuff everywhere. I get that Taash is a Lord of Fortune and treasure hunting is like their whole thing, but like, does Taash really need multiple huge stacks of silver bars and random sheaths of fabric here in their temporary Fade bedroom? What's the point of having so many tables if none of them have any more room to set things on when you actually need to? Some of these rugs are fantastic though. And Taash is one of only two companions with a real bed, so that counts for a lot.

4. Bellara

This is more workshop than bedroom, which I guess suits Bellara well enough. But there's a couple of issues here. First, there's some pretty spiky tools a little close to her cot. God forbid she has a nightmare and jerks upright out of a deep sleep, she'd get slightly impaled. Also, imagine trying to sleep with the smug face of the Archive looking out at you all the time. And don't forget the room is just full to bursting with mirrors. That seems like a confusing, hazardous, headache inducing horror. There is some cool elven decor though.

3. Neve

Neve has a pretty tiny space compared to some of the others, but I guess it's fitting for a noir style detective. She does have a bed, though it's only a less than stellar cot. She also has a bunch of wisps stealing her stuff all the time. But she has a beautiful view, more privacy than some of the others, and a nice desk, which is essential to a detective. And in the end this room is kind of gorgeous.

2. Harding

This whole place is fabulous. The plants are amazing. The magic butterflies are enchanting. The giant ceiling flower is beautiful. Harding doesn't have a real bed, but she has a canopy and a bedroll, which she's probably pretty comfortable in by now after 10+ years of being a scout. I also like that this room grows and transforms over the course of the story. Personally, I think this is the most aesthetically pleasing of the rooms, and I imagine there's some crickets in there to give you that peaceful summer evening soundtrack.

1.Davrin

Davrin's biggest advantage is the simple fact that he has a private sleeping area with a real bed. No one else has both of those things. On top of that, it's a functional space for he and Assan. It's open and has a nice perch for easy Assan access. It has shelf space for his carvings. He has lots of cool knick knacks. He has lots of natural light and a great view. But after looking more closely at his space I almost dropped him down a spot for one reason. NUGS. Did I miss a dialogue line about his love for nugs? Because there's A LOT of nug memorabilia in this place. There's a taxidermy nug with a face only Leliana could love. There's little nug carvings. There's bigger nug carvings. There's drawings of nug anatomy. I don't know if I'm more freaked out by the idea that Davrin brought them or the idea that Solas left them. Still, he does have a cozy fireplace/chair combo, as long as you don't mind being watched by the empty stares of a thousand lifeless nugs.

[wardencommanderrodimiss]

The council will decide your fate.

[felassan]

Thoughts on the new images of the Lighthouse Part 2. DA:TV spoilers under cut.

[Link to Part 1]

I ran out of image allowance on the first post so I'm putting the rest here in this post.

I think maybe this is Davrin's room. on the righthand side, there are floor-to-ceiling windows (one part of them even has curtains) or even the whole wall cut away - this would be perfect for allowing Assan to fly out and fly in as he came and went. ^^ Corinne Busche said this about Davrin's room:

"When you see Davrin’s room, you’d certainly assume he’d be up watching the sunrise with that view. If only it weren’t in the fade"

with windows so big or a wall cutaway, you can see why Davrin's room is said to have an amazing view like this. :D

On the right hand side of the room is lots of things you'd need if you were into wood-carving/whittling, which is implied for Davrin by what he's doing in the Lighthouse group shot: stool, workbench/table with shelf space beneath, tools, a log of wood on the bench, what looks like a saw, piles of more logs, an axe to chop them with, a stump to split them on. on the workbench are some of his finished projects: a carved nug, a carved dragon, and there are other wooden carvings he's made elsewhere in the room. on the floor nearby it's scattered with I guess wood shavings/bits of broken wood from chopping wood.

Some more carvings Davrin has made - he makes so many :) here we have nugs and an adorable bear design. sidequest to help Davrin open an Etsy store.

Another standout thing about Davrin's room is all the monster stuff. of course, he's a monster hunter. Over the fireplace is the skull of a large creature. fixed to or hung from the ceiling are the bones that make up a large creature's spine (they remind me of dinosaur bones in museums). left of his armchair near a curtain is another big skull on the wall. there's a collection of horns hung from the ceiling and more smaller skulls on the wall behind that. other items along the monster-hunter theme are bits of bone(?) or horn(?) or something on his desk, annotated anatomical illustrations of different types of creatures (which ties into how he sees it as a specific skillset to hone, how he learns monsters' weaknesses to be able to exploit them etc), and the various glass containers - some of these look to contain monster parts (specimens or trophies?). Witcher vibes!

Nug diagram and a horn-like or tentacle-y specimen in the green jar.

Assan has been scratching the back of Davrin's chair like a cat hhh. can we gift them a griffon-sized scratching post pls? and next to Davrin's comfy chair by the fire is a rug or sheepskin kinda thing of some sort on the ground - for Assan to lie on when Davrin sits in the chair? ^^ how lovely. it looks like there's also a stick, bone or chew for him on the ground near that. maybe that's Davrin's outside coat draped over the top of the chair. and btew is the nug to the right of the fireplace a carved wood nug statue or a stuffed dead nug hh?

Halla statue? ^^

Right: Another halla statue? Center: Another? Left: Animal diagram with drawings of could be a halla (top) and a set of halla horns (the biggest horns in the center).

There's a halla statue in Bellara's room and one in Taash's room too, but if these things in Davrin's are all hallas, that's a lot of halla things in one. Coincidence, monster-hunting related (as they're animals), Dalish-related, or Ghil-related? it's been wondered if Davrin's vallaslin correspond to Ghilan'nain (which would add a layer to the story of 1. an elf encounters not just one of their gods but the one whose vallaslin theirs corresponds to, 2. a monster-hunter, as she's mother of monsters, and 3. a Grey Warden monster-hunter who just may have been killing the mutated darkspawn and mutated monsters emerging from Ghil's monster-pools lately).

I wonder if the silver chalices around the room are meant to evoke the Joining cup?

What are these green things at the window?

Davrin's room has some empty shelves. I noticed some empty shelves in Emmrich's room too. I'm assuming this is where companions will display the personalized gifts we can get to give them, like was mentioned in the second dev Q&A:

Corinne Busche: "Out in the world, and there in various locations, so you kinda stumble upon them, you can buy a gift that is very personal to any one of the companions, and then you go, you turn that into them, you give it to them, they have a nice acknowledgement. And then, the thing that’s just like so sweet about it, we’ve talked about how the companion rooms evolve over time, but if you go and get them one of these, like, very personalized gifts, they’ll display it in their room. Like it doesn’t go into some stats void. It’s actually on display."

(if so, I'm assuming there's such a place in each room not just their two ones; just, those places may be out of frame due to angle in the other images).

Outside of the room you can see more ruined ancient elven Fadey architecture.

Process of elimination leaves this as Lucanis' room. Lucanis?? 😭😭 in what looks like the kitchen storage room?? if you need a snack in the middle of the night do you either wake Lucanis up when you sneak in (he'd hear you with his senses) or encounter him still up because he can't sleep well that night in the corner with his demonic aura?

it's dark - check, dude who "hides in the dark". he doesn't appear to have many belongings or personal effects - check, dude who is practical and pragmatic. he's a lot less ostentatious than Illario.

there's food everywhere, including fresh produce and a returning Dragon Age classic, giant cheese wheels. :') likely there is more food in the sacks, baskets, crates/boxes and pots. sleeping here reminds me of what was said about Lucanis being one of the team cooks in the second dev Q&A:

John Epler: "Bellara and Lucanis actually end up being, essentially, the team cooks. Bellara, you know, spending a lot of time out in nature, learning a lot about, you know, different types of cooking, is really big on experimentation, she likes to, you know, try different things. Lucanis comes from the Crows, Lucanis is very big on the finer things, so between the two of them, there’s a point in the story where they basically decide, if we don’t do this, the entire team is going to starve, so let’s just call ourselves the cook, cooks, and make sure that nobody dies of food poisoning, so."

I wonder if the chests contain food, other supplies or Lucanis' belongings.

Another one of these things. There's one in Neve's room and Bellara's too. maybe there's one in each companion room and the other screenshots were just taken from an angle where they can't be seen? again I'm so curious what these are for (or maybe they're just decor).

[Link to Part 1]

[hazbinshusk]

prompt #13: a kiss on the chest combined with a hurt/comfort request from @jx3-xd for the reader comforting husk during a storm when they find him unable to cope thanks to his feline side. 1.6k

Thunder rumbles through the walls of the hotel, and you draw your sweater closer around yourself against the surprising chill the storm has brought with it. Weather in Hell wasn’t exactly pleasant, but at least storms were usually few and far between, even if the risk of lightning strike was so much higher. This is the first storm you’ve experienced since joining the inhabitants of the hotel, and it’s been months now since you moved in.

You sidestep a cackling Niffty as she skitters past with a bucket in his hand, apparently stirred into further excitement by the storm. Charlie and Vaggie are currently assessing the windows that line the front of the hotel, concerned about how they’re holding up against the apple-sized hail now beating against them, and Angel is sprawled across one of the sofas, a trembling Fat Nuggets curled tightly in his lap.

“Shh,” the porn star coos comfortingly, stroking a gloved hand over the piglet’s back. “’s okay, Nugs. It’s just a storm.”

You cast a glance towards the bar as you take a seat on the opposite sofa, surprised to see it empty. “Hey. Where’s Husk?”

“Good question,” Vaggie says dryly as she approaches the two of you, wiping her hands with a rag from the bar. There’s a small puddle of murky water seeping under the front door, and Charlie leaps away from it in alarm, running to collect a mop. “It’d be nice if some of you could help with all this.”

She raises an eyebrow at the two of you expectantly, and Angel holds up the two hands not currently comforting his piglet. You notice then the quivering form of KeeKee underneath the couch. “Sorry, toots. Got my hands full here.”

On cue, thunder sounds again, shaking the windows in their frames. The piglet lets out a frightened squeal, burying himself further against Angel’s stomach. Vaggie turns her attention on you, folding her arms over her chest.

You grimace, fumbling for an excuse. It’s not that you didn’t care, it was just… you only got so many days off, y’know?”

“Why don’t I see if I can track down Husk?” you suggest, jerking your thumb over your shoulder towards the stairs. “You’re… gonna need someone with wings to check the windows on the higher levels.”

“Uh-huh.” Vaggie deadpans dryly, and you pointedly avoid Angel’s eye as he smirks at you before you turn on your heel and hurry back up the stairs.

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“Husk?” you knock lightly on the door to his room, the sound drowned out by the latest rumble of thunder. You try again, rapping your knuckles more firmly against the wood. “Husk? You in there?”

There’s still no response, but you notice the door isn’t fully closed, swinging in slightly as you knock. You hesitate for a moment uncertainly; you know just how private the bartender is, and entering his room feels like an intrusion, an invasion of his boundaries. Still, the door being open brings the first spike of concern up inside you, and against your better judgement you push the door open slowly.

“Husk?”

The room is depressingly bare, the bed dressed with the hotel bedding and the walls bare of personal decoration. Even the half-open wardrobe seems almost completely empty. If it weren’t for the half-empty whiskey bottle by the bed and the few beaten novels stacked on top of the dresser, you might not have had a sign someone lived in that room at all. You pause long enough to read the titles printed along the spines –And Then There Were None… A Study in Scarlet… Devil in a Blue Dress…

You run your fingers over the embossed letters on one of them before turning back to the rest of the room. No Husk.

“Husk?”

A noise catches your attention and draws it to the bathroom.

“Hey, I’m sorry for busting into your room, but Vaggie’s all stressed out because of the storm and—” you come to a stop as you enter the bathroom, your brow furrowing. “Husk? What’s wrong?”

The cat is squeezed the space between the toilet and the wall, his whole body curled tightly in on itself. Even in the low light cast from his bedroom you can see that he’s shaking, his eyes wide and his fur standing on end. His ears are pinned back tightly against his skull, and you come to a stop as he hisses warningly, low in his throat.

“Woah,” you hold up your hands pacifyingly. “It’s okay. It’s okay, Husk, it’s just me.”

A growl vibrates through him as you take another careful step towards him, hands still raised. He blinks after a minute, brow furrowing.

“Shit…” he breathes, pressing himself further back against the corner of the tiles. Embarrassment floods his features, his claws clutching at the end of his tail. “Shit, I’m sorry, I—”

Another crash of thunder blasts overhead, and you can hear the windows in the main room rattle. Husk yowls, fangs bared, trying to force himself further back into the cramped little space he’s sandwiched himself into. More feathers fall from his wings to litter the floor.

“Woah, okay…” you say reassuringly, and you can see the terror warring with shame on his face. “It’s okay, honey, I get it… you’re okay.”

Husk lets out a sound that’s something akin to a whimper, his eyes squeezed tightly closed. The furrow between his brows is deep, his body quivering against the tiles.

“Just…” you glance over your shoulder, swallowing. “Just give me a minute, okay?”

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You manage to avoid the other residents long enough to make a couple of trips to your own room, collecting armfuls of blankets and pillows and dragging them back to Husk’s quarters. You can still hear him hiss at each rumble of thunder as you tug the doors of his wardrobe open and push the few items hanging to the side.

Arranging the bedding into a nest within the cramped space of the closet takes only minutes, but coaxing Husk out of the bathroom takes much longer, and eventually you just have to make do with climbing into the closet yourself and waiting, humming kind and reassuring words until he finally climbs into the nest beside you, still shaking.

Husk curls in on himself, flinching with the next crash of thunder. You can feel him quivering, feel his fear, and you tug the doors almost all the way closed, until the two of you are wrapped in comforting shadows. Husk relaxes ever so slightly, and its with the next roll of thunder you feel him press into your side.

Wrapping you arm carefully around his shoulders, you let him rest there, stroking your fingertips through the fur between his ears. Husk exhales shakily as you do, and despite the way he still shudders, you can feel his muscles so slowly start to relax.

“’s okay, baby,” you murmur, letting your fingers continue down the back of his neck. Husk hesitates before he wraps an arm around your waist, burying his face against your chest. His wing curls around his shoulder, his tail wrapped tightly around his own ankle. “You’re okay.”

“Fuckin’ embarrassing…” he mutters into your shirt, but you hush him again gently.

“Don’t worry about it,” you reassure him, tucking your chin between his ears. Husk sighs into your chest. “You should see me around heights.”

He hums what could almost be a laugh, the sound broken by his still shaking breath. The two of you stay like that in some kind of limbo, and while he still jerks with each rumble from the sky above, he doesn’t growl or hiss. Instead, you just feel him settle further into your embrace, your fingers still mapping a slow, repetitive path through his fur.

“You didn’t have to do this, doll.” he murmurs after a while, bumping his muzzle up against the underside of your jaw. It makes your heart jump in your chest, and you smile softly.

“Sure, I did.” you tell him. “I wasn’t gonna just leave you alone. Besides, you’re getting me out of helping downstairs.”

Husk hums a broken chuckle, nuzzling deeper against you despite himself. Your face warms as you feel his lips press against your sternum through the thin fabric of your shirt. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome, Husk.” you say softly, and he shudders as your fingers find the fur at the base of his neck.

“What’s that?”

You follow his gaze down to the book set beside your thigh. You shrug the shoulder he isn’t leaning against. “I wasn’t sure how long a storm like this would last… or if you’d want me to stay. So, I… it’s one of yours.”

He assesses the cover through golden eyes as you lift up The Devil in The Blue Dress. “It’s a good one. Have you read it?”

You shake your head.

“You should.”

A soft smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you feel his nose brush against your sternum again, and you set the book against your opposite knee, opening to the first page. The soft sound of your voice as you begin to read aloud does nothing to drown out the next wave of thunder, but this time, he doesn’t tense or jump, just stays curled comfortably against your side.

“I was surprised to see a white man walk into Joppy’s bar. It’s not just that he was white, but he wore an off-white linen suit and shirt with a Panama straw hat and bone shoes over flashing white silk socks. His skin was smooth and pale with just a few freckles. One lick of strawberry-blonde hair…”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[sapphim]

Since everyone's been so nice about the other snippet I posted 👉👈 here are the good bits from sth else with the warden squad I wrote last year (since I might never get around to sprucing up the long and boring bits). Right after Lothering before anyone involved knows how to get along with each other so they're all kind of just standing around being assholes 🩷

—

"Not to catastrophize," Alistair says, to nobody in particular, "but when they find their way back and inform us with deep regret that they have no idea where we are or where we're going and we all die in the woods after wandering in circles for weeks, I'm going to say 'I told you so'."

"That's not going to happen."

Alistair twists around to gawk at Sten. The Qunari soldier has been standing at the outskirts of the group, stone-faced and completely unmoving—as far as Alistair can tell—since they paused their slow march through the woods.

"I think that's the first thing I've heard you say all day," he says incredulously. "Humor me. Why won't it?"

"Because in this scenario you've crafted in your mind, you'll be too dead to say 'I told you so'."

"They'll be my dying words," Alistair insists. "As I lay dying in the underbrush I'll croak, 'I told you this is exactly how it would happen, Sten,' and then I'll perish on the spot. See if I don't."

"I look forward to it," Sten says. "At least then you'll be quiet."

"It'll be a touching moment," Alistair says, settling back down into his seat at the base of a tree and staring up into the canopy, "and you'll miss me when I'm gone. You'll see."

"If it will make you feel any better," Zevran pipes up from his seat on low branch a short distance away, "if the end does come—which I very much doubt, mind, given what a capable group you have assembled here—I can swear that I will ensure you a swift and dignified death."

"Absolutely not," Alistair growls.

"My apologies," Zevran says mildly, as he has found himself doing not infrequently over the last few days since his initial ill-fated encounter with the wardens. "The offer was meant with no ill intent."

"Do not stab me."

—

"What's that?" Micah asks, pointing upward. Alistair and Rafael crane their heads to look at the rustling tree branch she's indicated.

"That, my dear, is another squirrel," Zevran says.

"Squirrel," she repeats under her breath.

"Don't have squirrels in Orzammar?" Alistair says, conversationally.

"We've got nugs," Micah says. "And moles. Mice. Deepstalkers. No squirrels."

"I guess everywhere has mice," Rafael muses.

"The one thing that unites us despite all our differences," Alistair agrees. "Mice in the larder. Hey, Sten, do Qunari have–"

"They're returning," Sten interrupts, nodding curtly in the direction of more rustling brush, where glimpses of Leliana's pale skin and vivid red hair can be caught through the trees.

The mabari crashes out of the underbrush first, panting and wiggling with an excess of excitement. A few moments later, the rest of the wayward scouts rejoin the waiting party.

"We have determined the proper course to reach our destination, and located a camp site for the night," Morrigan announces. "No need to thank us."

"And we saw the fattest squirrel I've ever seen in my life," Leliana adds cheerfully. The dog barks in agreement.

Morrigan sighs. "Yes. And—more importantly—a sight which has never before been witnessed by man nor beast. A fat squirrel. Again, no need to–"

—

"Could you tell if something is possessed by a spirit?" she asks.

The young mage twists the cuffs of his sleeves between his fingers, chewing on his lip. "I– I should be able to," he says. "Yes. I– Yes, I can do that."

"Spoken with remarkable confidence," Morrigan says dryly, earning her a reproachful glare from Alistair.

"Not all that many haunted trees in the middle of the lake, I'd think," he says.

"There was a cat, once," Rafael says, "that got possessed by a demon and went on a rampage through the tower. It killed three templars before they brought it down."

"Ah, 'tis a heartwarming tale that would bring a smile to anyone's face, would it not?"

The mabari huffs and snorts in response.

"Aw, I bet a nasty demon cat would be no match for you," Alistair says, crouching to scratch the pleased mabari vigorously behind the ears. "Isn't that right, Barkspawn? Because you're a good boy! Yes you are!"

"We weren't allowed to have cats in the tower after that," Rafael mutters in conclusion.

"Not allowed," Morrigan repeats derisively. "'Tis a wonder that anything would be allowed to begin with."

"For the mice," Rafael says glumly.

Alistair extricates himself with some effort from the wet, sloppy kisses the mabari is determined to plant all over his face. "Did you get demon mice after that?" he asks, with the gleeful tone of someone who has only just considered the possibility of demon mice and finds it funnier than they probably should.

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As they fall into line behind the Dalish elf, Micah muses aloud to no one in particular, "So, I'm not entirely sure what a cat is."

Eydis snorts derisively. "It's a surface animal with four legs and a tail. I've been here as long as you have. How do you not know that?"

"Excuse me?" Micah snaps. "You just described every surface animal. They all have four legs and a tail. Or they're birds."

"It's got fur."

"They've all got fur. You're just describing the dog."

The dog in question barks.

"Smaller than the dog. And with a fluffy tail."

"That's squirrels."

"Bigger than squirrels," Eydis huffs. "They were all over the human settlements. Pay more attention next time, brand."

"Watch it, salroka," Micah growls.

"Perhaps I could draw some pictures tonight," Leliana says appeasingly.

"Perhaps you should write a song in memory of the princess, in case I finally kill her tonight."

"Don't be so sensitive," Eydis chastises.

"I've been lead to understand that we are all strictly forbidden from killing each other here," Zevran interrupts cheerfully, "or is that just me?"

"Do not stab me," Alistair repeats.

"I swear on my life," Zevran says, "I will make no attempt to harm you unless I am paid a great deal more coin and I have reason to understand that forsaking your company would be to my overall benefit. Neither of which I forsee happening in the middle of a haunted forest. Perhaps that may set your mind at ease?"

"That doesn't set my mind at ease! Why would that make me feel better?"

"Because I am being extremely honest right now," Zevran says. "Unless you would prefer I lie?"

"I would not."

"Nobody is killing anybody," Leliana says.

"Only a fool would do the work of his enemy for him," Sten says.

"Oh! That's very wise, Sten."

"It is not. It's common sense."

[corseque]

I think it’s interesting that Solas has been awake for only a year of his long life. It’s interesting and it explains some things, I think. He has never been really awake before, ever ever, that whole long time. Arlathan was connected to the fade. After the Veil, he was still asleep - that is, he was still in the Fade. He never experienced hard “reality” until very very recently.

interestingly this means that by the time of inquisition, Cole has actually spent more time “awake” than Solas has 🤔

Solas has watched reality from the fade, where we are told many times and by him that your emotions shape what you see.

So the things that this realization explains to me:

It makes more sense why he would sound so surprised and delighted and horrified by things. He truly has never experienced this before, and is maybe experiencing it with a kind of sharpness he isn’t used to. I think he zigzags back and forth between hard denial of everything being real and “ooh look, the nugs have come out to spy the giants passing their home”

it could maybe explain some of his errors in judgment. Like Cole and Justice, he’s testing the waters of what it means to be awake, and he’s stepping on toes. Things that worked in the Fade don’t work here.

He was sooo comfortable in the Fade quest, like more than Cole. He also returns to the Fade in dreams as often as he can…. he’s really comfortable with his pov.

it makes sense now why his romance starts in the Fade, the place where he feels so at home that he isn’t on guard

it makes sense that romance in general would hit him differently when it takes place in reality. The question was “how could this romance mean anything if he’s so old and experienced- this is his first time doing any of it while really awake. It was real, he says, and it seems “real” has a new meaning to him by trespasser

anyway mostly it makes me think 💭 when I remember he has infinite life experience but also, somehow, less life experience than Cole. I want to see what his reaction was for the first few hours after he woke up.

[invinciblerodent]

yeah, you know what, I nuked this post last night because I got very uncertain about the room immediately after posting, but after some further scrutiny, I'm reposting it now with some slightly calmer, more hinged commentary lol

consensus seems to be (from the tweet I initially was going off of about the view from his room, and the qunari paraphernalia and training equipment in the basement-room kind of confirming that that one must be Taash's, despite this one having a lot of dragons in it) that this IS indeed Davrin's room, and I wanna talk about some (though not all) parts of interest in it!

Overall the room looks very airy and open, but cozy and warm, if a touch on the sparse side- I'm getting a little bit of a hunter's lodge vibe, which is fitting for a monster hunter like him.

1.) he apparently loves nugs. and dragons. and bears. and animals, and learning about animals in general, if those diagrams are anything to go by. and I love that for him.

2.) no seriously there are six wooden nug bobblehead-looking things visible just in this one snapshot in his room. this man is INTO nugs. (I hope he and Leliana get to meet. he deserves to pet Schmooples XIV.)

3.) his carving station! it seems to be a fairly common Warden hobby, and he seems to take it seriously too- just look at that dragon's wing and how thin the part it attaches to the body with is, he's very skilled!

he was making something in this piece of promo art too!

3.5.) please ser Davrin please i want a little carved nug as a little gift i would cherish it forever i wouldn't ask for anything else for the next 20 birthdays i have please

4. Assan's "landing pad", maybe? I like the thought of him taking little nightly laps around the Lighthouse, but geez, it looks so dangerous to have the wall just open like that- must feel the most like sleeping under the open air though?

4.5.) from this and Taash's open ceiling I'm guessing that it just fully does not rain at the Lighthouse, which is great, no wet griffon smell in bed

5.) really loving that Veilfire sconce on the wall- it looks exactly like the asset from Inquisition, and it could be a pretty subtle hint to something Dalish going on!

6.) the clothes/blankets/whatever those are on the cozy chair seem to mirror the colors of his outfit, the Warden blue and the light brown leather- is he perhaps prone to leaving his clothes strewn about? 👀 both Wardens and the Dalish should be used to traveling a lot and living light, so it would make sense for him to not be a super neat person overall! (maybe the only reason the room isn't a right mess is that he doesn't have many possessions, they don't even fill both bookcases)

7.) god if Rook doesn't get to cuddle with him in his cozy chair by the fire (or on those furs, I'm not picky) and watch the sunrise together after a night of vigorous lovemaking that tests the limits of even that fabled Grey Warden stamina, I am going to be very, very sad

8.) Davrin darling. why do you have this. and does it really need to watch. ..... can we turn it so it faces the wall at least. god, Dorian was right (among various other things) about the horrible little feet nugs possess.

anyway the trend continues and everything I learn about this guy makes me want to eat one (1) more brick altogether until i assemble a castle in my stomach from which he can rescue me like the charming knight he is, thank u for ur time

[daitranscripts]

Skyhold Ambient Dialogue

Mage Specialist Banter

Skhyold Masterpost

—

Necromancer PC

Viuus: I think we can agree this was for the best.

Helaine: I will not, and she cannot. She is quiet as the grave.

Viuus: You, my friend, are mistaken.

Helaine: I am not your friend.

Viuus: Ooh, I've been "knight-enchanted"!

—

Rift-mage PC

Your Trainer: I am [Their] Trainer.

Helaine: It is a mistake. Power so new and unproven is no boon to the field.

Viuus: Lighten up, Helaine. She knows her business. And little else.

Your Trainer: I am [Their] Trainer. And you're an ass.

Viuus: (Laughs.) You see!

—

Knight-enchanter PC

Helaine: A choice well made, I should think.

Viuus: If you like that sort of thing.

Helaine: You’re one to talk.

Viuus: Someone has to make up for glassy-eyes here.

—

Helaine: The last battle, the grand melee, you couldn't see the ground to walk on it. Ten thousand dead or more.

Viuus: And then?

Helaine: There is no "and then." Ten thousand dead.

Viuus: Right, right, early night for you lot.

Rift-mage PC Your Trainer: A bad time for the ground to open up and heave the bodies skyward like so many playthings. (Nervous laugh.) Viuus: The lady knows how to throw a party.

Non-rift mage PC Helaine: Go play with your skulls.

—

Viuus: We dress them sometimes. Anoint them with the finest scents.

Helaine: You are not seeming any more acceptable.

Viuus: Right, right. Because it's far more reasonable that the Orlesian nobility do the same to their pet nugs.

Helaine: You will speak no ill of Mister Snuffles.

Rift-mage PC Your Trainer: The energy stored in a Fade shard can compress seventeen nugs to the size of a man's head. They fit right in. Viuus: Well… I do love a parlor trick.

Non-rift mage PC Viuus: Why not Lord Snuffles? Dare to dream!

—

Viuus: Who’s buying?

Helaine: She’s buying.

Rift-mage PC Your Trainer: I am buying!

Non-rift mage PC Viuus: Leave her be.

—

Viuus: It’ll be soon.

Helaine: I expect so.

Your Trainer: I am agreeing.

—

Helaine: An epic effort.

Viuus: Never seen the like.

Your Trainer: I can’t remember better.

[onion-orlesien]

I love all the companion rooms, but Taash's really intrigues me!

She definitely has a thing for nugs, huh?? There are so many little wooden statues of them (and some bears too), and that giant hilarious one by the fireplace!

And so many papers too- this is definitely a drawing of a nug skeleton!

And then some horns studies

Are these Taash's drawings? Is Taash studying or researching something? The horns make sense of course, but why the nug too? Or is it more like a hobby thing? In any case, she is BUSY

I have so many questions and I can't wait to get to know EVERYTHING about my new love!!

[sirfrogsworth]

My First "Viral" Post

Like, 20 people told me to submit my Brady Bunch GIFset to @world-heritage-posts and hundreds more tagged it #worldheritagepost.

So I was like, "OKAY OKAY, I'll submit it!"

And they never posted it.

Which is completely fine!

WHP, it's cool. We're cool. I don't need World Heritage Post reblogs.

I have reblogs at home.

(my reblogs at home)

I am definitely *NOT* going to do the "DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM???" thing.

I only do cool and funny "Don't you know who I am?" interactions like Tony Hawk.

But when I submitted the post it reminded me of an even earlier time on Tumblr when there were only a few people who could make a post go viral.

The main one was called @thedailywhat. If something got posted there, it could get HUNDREDS of notes.

HUNDREDS!!!!

Oh, that's another funny thing. Several people commented "Why does this only have 20K notes!!???"

There are currently 135 million active users on Tumblr and the site got roughly 2.4 billion visits in 2023.

In all of 2010 the entire site got 50 million visitors. Not users. Just people who went to a Tumblr address during that entire year.

In any case, if you thought you created something cool and you wanted more than 10 people to see it, you had to submit your cool thing to The Daily What. It was the first Tumblr to reach 100,000 followers which was more than the actual founder of Tumblr had at the time.

It was run by a single person but he was very private and never revealed his name.

His emails were very cryptic.

I'm pretty sure he sold the site and went to live on a beach or something. But whoever bought it did not understand how to run the blog and the final post was in 2013.

I'm not surprised the new owner crashed and burned. Johnny Internets was irreplaceable. He really understood what would connect with people. Nearly everything he posted would gain decent popularity. I'm not sure people realize how much of a skill curating content can be and how hard it is to post popular things with consistency.

He would reject a lot of content outright and was very picky about what went on his Tumblr. But when he actually posted something you made, it was almost guaranteed to go viral.

Well, viral relative to the time period.

I suspect I submitted nearly a hundred things before he finally agreed to reblog me. And I still remember the first thing I submitted that he liked.

I posted this in 2010. How many notes do you think it got?

Probably a million, right?

No less than 100K.

I mean, look at how cute that panda is!

SONOFABITCH!

Back then, that was enough.

But that was just me putting words on something. My ultimate goal was to get him to post one of my original photoshops.

And do you see how he gave proper attribution? That meant a lot during a time when other curators were cropping my watermarks and claiming things as their own.

A real mensch, this Mysterious Stranger was.

These two posts got me enough traction to grow my following and before I knew it, I was The Daily What for other people. I was able to help other artists and content creators get traction and grow their following.

It was a beautiful Tumblr version of paying it forward. Only not as awkward as those weirdos who do it in drive-thru lines.

I ONLY GOT A SODA AND NOW I GOTTA PAY FOR 40 MCNUGGETS?

It's fine.

Enjoy your nugs.

[spadecentral]

🍟 3 AM Nuggies | Ruggie Bucchi x Reader

>> requested: yes, by @tulipluvlettr >> a/n: yay third req for the special!!

>> masterlist: 400 fllr. special , here!! >> summary: you and ruggie go get banned from a 7/11 >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): none

You woke up in the middle of the night to your stomach growling. Intertwined with your boyfriend's limbs, you weaseled your way out of bed, believing that Ruggie was successfully kept asleep.

Groaning as you open the door, you drag your feet across the floor as you make your way into the kitchen. Hissing from the light of the fridge, you stare aimlessly at its contents. Deciding against making anything, you close the door and stop back to the bedroom with a new task at hand.

"Ruggie," you say, only to see your boyfriend awake and waiting for your return.

"Yes, babe?" he groans, rubbing his eyes.

"7/11 is 100 percent open right now," you smirk. "Wanna go get some chicken nuggets?"

"It's literally..." Ruggie leans over and checks your alarm clock. "3:05 AM right now."

"And?" you ask, placing your hands on your hips.

"Valid point," Ruggie pulls back his covers and pulls on his crocks. "Lets go!"

Walking into the 7/11, you and Ruggie both split off to get whatever snacks the both of you needed. You dashed over to the counter and found the nuggets. Staring at them with intensity, the teenager working behind the counter came up to you.

"...You want some nugs?"

"O-oh, uh, yeah." you smile awkwardly.

"'lrighty then," they said, opening up the glass to get to them. "How many didja want?"

"Uh... like 20 or something?" you rub the bck of your neck.

"Babe I got the shit!" Ruggie came up from behind you with two slushies and a shit ton of candy.

"Oh hell yeah!" you smile, excited.

You could hear a groan coming from the cashier, but you didn't mind it. As long as you got your nuggets, that was all that mattered.

"Alright, follow me to the register." the cashier said.

"Actually," Ruggie said, holding up his finger. "If you could just... hand them over to me, that would be great."

You sighed as you realized what he was doing. "Ruggie..."

"C'mon! Laugh with me!" Ruggie said nonchalantly.

"H-hey... why are my limbs moving...?"

Snatching the chicken nuggets, Ruggie started running. "Lets go! Out, out, out!"

"I'm so sorry!" you yelled while throwing a couple tens on the ground.

You were most likely going to get banned from that 7/11 as well.

>> twst taglist: @ghost-hyacinth | @oseathepebble | @ventisaircurrent | @epelys | @pastelmages | @xphantasmagoriax | @atlasnessie | @divinesapph | @ze-maki-nin | @booming-spam | @rayisalive | @ruggiethethuggie | @queerlordsimon | @kyraxiyn

[exhausted-archivist]

Lets Talk About Nugs

Okay so I'm on the nug train of thought here now that we have Dalish eating nugs in dao. So some fun facts about nugs and what we know about them.

They're found both subterranean and on the surface. Their codices describe how they originate from subterranean areas (the Deep Roads) but also inhabit the surface despite having skin so thin it often sunburns. This is reinforced in how we see them running around topside all over Inquisition in Haven, the Emerald Grove, and just everywhere. The common nug is so common on the surface, Kirkwall carried out the Battle of the Squealing Plains (aka nug war) because they were deemed a noxious vermin thought to carry the blight (they don't).

Dwarves (surface and Orzammar), Fereldans, Orlesians, and Dalish eat them. An Orlesian might, but one also runs the risk of eating a noblewomans pet by accident and it is insinuated that is part of why they aren't so common on the Orlesian table.

Nugs eat everything from insects (with roof beetles being a favorite), worms, mushrooms, anything they can find on the cavern floor or in your pantry, and even limestone and metals. They're described as a voracious omnivore and their diet really shows it.

They're cousins to the Greater Nuggalope and may be related to the tusket.

Their main natural predators include deepstalkers and giant spiders underground and just about every carnivore topside.

Outside of food their stomach, skin, and fat are used for a variety of craftable items.

They use their pointed snouts for digging, are nearly blind, and are hairless.

Despite being called "small", their dao depiction makes them the size of a medium dog and is echoed by the Inquisition models where nugs are roughly 21" / 54 cm at the shoulder. A medium-sized dog has the height of 16-22" / 41-56 cm at the shoulder.

They are prolific breeding animals despite the high predation rates and being described as poorly adapted for non-temperate environments.

As I work on my food project as well as the Thedas bestiary I was trying to decide the role that they fill and honestly, they seem to fill the same role one would expect a pig, vulture, or the like to fill. Cleaning up the various scraps left around the Deep Roads and being rather opportunistic in whether they'll deviate from their insect diet to plant material. We have no mention of them eating meat, so I wouldn't think they were opportunistic carnivores either.

And while this may seem obvious, I've been seeing a lot of similarities to naked-mole rats. Not counting the skin or the shared subterranean home. But from the fact that the game seems to insinuate that they are at least highly resistant to the blight; perhaps like High Dragons. Much like naked mole rats have unusual longevity and are resistant to many age related disease as well as cancer. Couple that with the fact that nugs seem to live in groups; we see this in the cave system in Crestwood, and the existence of the nug king and his court.

[theheraldsrest]

how do you think the companions would react to a mute or deaf inquisitor? like one who communicates through sign language?

“Companions react to Mute/Deaf Inquisitor”

I try to do my research for the most part when I do these posts. So if I do get something wrong, please let me know! I enjoy getting the chance to understand topics further and getting to hear from you guys! And thank you anon!

-Lord Lex

Cullen

-One of the many who struggle with communication and now he’s learning that you can communicate through your hands. He’s a little worried about you being on the battlefield but he’ll try not to mother you. He knows the others have your back and, hey, you’ve been fighting before you were even part of the Inquisition so that reassures him. He struggles to learn sign-language but instead, if the Inquisitor is deaf, will communicate through simply passing along some paper. Same with if deaf but he’ll mostly speak to you and rely on a written response.

Josephine

-Josey is an ambassador for the Inquisition, of course she’s going to know a few languages. If she doesn’t, she usually tries to learn them as soon as possible. Like Cullen, she’ll be worried about you when in the field, but outside of it she finds no problems. She’ll go with you wherever when in Haven/Skyhold, translating for people or for you. Anyone who tries to disresepct you behind your back will get a stern talking to.

Leliana

-She always did say the best spy was one who didn’t speak. Maybe not so surprisingly she knows several forms of sign language for different languages and will make sure on which ones to use for you. If a message needs to be said, she’ll say it for you. Though, sometimes, she’ll watch as people make fools of themselves either by talking rudely to you when your deaf or asking why you aren’t responding when mute. Proceeds to introduce you as the Inquisitor and that you’re deaf/mute. 

Vivienne

-Not so surprised. Is actually another one who stays by your side, either translating or shutting down anyone who so happens to make a comment about you. Tries to stay where you can see her, either her hands or mouth being visible for you. Sometimes when translating for you, she’ll add in her own comment but makes sure people know that it’s her opinion and not yours. “The Inquisitor bids you welcome. I, on the other hand, hope your stay is very short.”

Varric

-Varric finds it pretty interesting, having met a few people in his travels who couldn’t speak or hear. Wasn’t able to pick up on sign language but he won’t try to exclude you because he doesn’t know what you’re saying. He’ll try any methods of talking with you or getting to know what you’re saying, including through drawings. He’s not the best artist but you both find it such a goofy way of communicating. Makes many people question how ya’ll even know what either of you are saying, especially when you’re both nodding sagely over a drawing of a nug with a crown.

Cole

-He knows you’re speaking, but the words aren’t coming out. Right for you, but not right for others. Cole is very confused on why no one else can hear you until he realises they can’t hear the ghost of your words. Don’t rely too much on him to translate, we all know his speech patterns. Especially when he does translate for you, he’ll either say everything on your mind or too little of what you want to say. But it is pretty funny when he tries to do a voice for you. Most specificly when you’re trying to act intimidating and he just makes his voice rough and tough. He’s trying his best.

Solas

-He finds no problem with it. Might find it slightly difficult when trying to translate certain elven words, especially if the Inquisitor doesn’t know elven. but that won’t stop him. Solas will try to find a way to describe it or use appropriate wording to get his point across or to explain certain words. He’s very patient with you and will even ask you to teach him a few signs so that it’s easier for you. Even tries to keep an eye on your hands if you’re mute so that he can see when you wish to speak.

Cassandra

-The one who gets frustrated the most over it. She’s trying, she really is. She does know some sign language, but only some. She’ll get words wrong or mistranslate sometimes. But even worse when she forgets because she’ll go on long tangents or going over plans and will look at you for input and it just hits her. Has to get you paper and a quill to write out responses or even she’ll write out her whole thing. Cass isn’t frustrated with you, she’s frustrated with trying to remember these things as well as sign language.

The Iron Bull

-He knows a few words and phrases but he also teaches you a few of his own. He works around it, makes sure you know it’s not a hinderance. Pretty impressed with how you power through, becoming a leader and, because of you, most of Skyhold actually knows a bit of sign-language. Unlike the others, though, if someone asks what you’re saying, he’s going to tell them either to guess or that it’s time for them to learn a new language. Bull’s only messing with people but if you ask him to stop he will. (Fun fact: Krem taught him sign language. Krem was a little excited to speak with you when he saw you using it.) Speaking of Krem, you know how he sits to Bull’s blind side? Bull will do the same for you except being your ears if deaf or being your voice if mute.

Dorian

-Genuinely one of the most curious of your group. Dorian’ll sit down with you for hours just to learn, eventually being able to have conversations with you in more easier terms. He’ll still talk (a lot) but now it’s accompanied by him moving his hands, either to help you or to just practice. He also enjoys how private it can be, not having to worry about listening ears or unwanted company. He tries to help as much as you’ll let him, either deaf or mute and will interpret when needed. Also uses it to shit talk but only around you or those in your group. Josephine cuaght him once and gave him a talking because one of the nobles actually knew sign language.

Sera

-It’s not her type of sign language. Which is either signs like moving forward or a certain finger. More frustrated than Cassandra sometimes but also has fun with it. Might be irritating with certain people as she tries to guess what you’re saying, going through charades to get your point across or even hers. She’s even tried to create her own and teach it to you. Most of the time it’s just words that already exist but smashed together like shitbiscuit. She’ll try testing things with you, like if your senses are heightened due to one of them being gone. Specificlly by throwing apples at you. Might want to work on your reflexes.

Blackwall

-He’s trying, I promise. He’s able to guess but it does little when you’re trying to get whole phrases or sentences out. It’ll take Blackwall a second to remember what that certain hand movement means but he’ll get there. Same as Bull where he’ll act as your ears but not your voice. Does not want to be responsible for that or equivalate his voice as yours. His main answer is “You give the orders, I follow them.” Sometimes will just walk up to you saying he’s got this and then try to sign to you and ask if he did it correctly. It’s a 50/50 chance he did. 

[bl00dst41ned]

*.·:·.✦ catering day ✦.·:·.*

pairing: jude bellingham x female oc (Ryan)

summary: in which it’s time for Nugget to fully move in in the house and her owners go a bit over the top

author's note: part one here, read it for content. requested by @hummusxx, delivered by me. also some things might not make sense, so like J.Lennon said, imagine. enjoy besties !

warnings/content: a very obsessed Jude, fluff, fluff and more fluff (since I love cute relationships)

word count: 839

The sun was rising, waking Madrid up. On a normal day, Jude and Ryan would have woken up way later and lazed around the house, crushing their screen time. But today was different. Jude had woken up at the crack of dawn, getting ready for the excited day he and his girlfriend were about to have.

“Ray” He softly sang in her ear, his breath tickled her neck making her scrunch her face in her sleep. “Ryan”

“You sound like a serial killer” Ryan mushed his face away, rubbing her eyes open. She wrapped her arms around him hugging him tightly as he left multiple kisses on her neck.

They stayed in this position for a few minutes, Jude almost falling asleep from his girlfriend sweet touch. She ended up letting him go and getting up from the bed.

“Jude, it’s 6 in the morning, why would you wake me up?” She was already on her way back to bed before he quickly grabbed her arm.

“We have to take Nugget to the vet at 9”

Jude had taken it upon himself to book an appointment at the veterinarian, finally putting his few spanish lessons to use. Which surprised Ryan, since he would not try to speak for his life.

The two had gotten ready, now in the car on their way to the vet. While Ryan kept her eyes on the road, Jude kept his on Nugget, his index finger rubbing his growing fur. Ryan took few glances at them and appreciating him bonding with his new pet.

Nugget had been at their house for two days now. Jude stayed glued to it most of the time not even letting Ryan take care of him unless he had practice. They tried to feed it the best they could even buying a syringe so that it was easier but they wanted to give their pet the best care.

Once they arrived at the vet, they waited a few before entering the office. The doctor examined Nugget, trying to determine its age, give appointments for his vaccins and scan it for a microchip. They found out that Nugget was actually a female, was only one week old and probably stayed outside for two to three days. He gave them a brand for cat milk to improve her growth before letting them go. Ryan and Jude left the veterinarian, Nugget stuffed in her box.

………………………..

Jude drove the cart through the pet shop, Ryan’s arm wrapped around his bicep as the couple walked through the aisle. Jude basically wanted to put everything in the cart, Ryan trying to be responsible even though she too wanted to buy the whole place.

She scrolled through her Pinterest looking for ideas as Jude complimented everything.

“Can we create her a little room in our mhouse?” He asked with a wide smile after seeing a picture on her phone.

She gave in, finding it very cute too. They looked through the shop for her furniture. They picked up a green pastel sofa, covers, cushions, everything in mini size. Jude picked up way too many stuffed animals for Nugget showing it to the little animal even though her eyes are still closed.

“Jude, Nugs can not see” Ryan broke his happy bubble making him snap his head towards her, mugging her.

“This is between me and Nugget, mind yours”

He went back into a conversation with his now bestfriend as Ryan looked through essential stuff.

“Look at this collar” She pointed to a baby blue one with clouds.

It only took a second for them to decide to take it with them.

………………………..

They ended up checking out, leaving with a full cart. At home, they immediately choose a bright and calm space in their living room to install her mini room. And they took it very seriously. Ryan drew a sketch of the space, calculating the space with her actual and future size+ while Jude did all the furnishing. Once they were done, they put the final touch, Nugget’s shoe box. Since she seemed to enjoy it, Jude and Ryan agreed to give their shirt for it to become her cover.

“Seems right to me”

They admired their work before looking around at their house.

“We should think about decorating our place too” Jude spoke, pointing at their lack of furniture.

They recently moved in, but did not take the time to buy furniture. Boxes were all around the rooms since they didn’t even had any cabinet to put their stuff into.

“Yeah” Ryan dragged, not motivated at all “Maybe another day”

As they did since they’re together, one’s laziness caused the other’s. The two decided to spend the night watching their signature movie, Paddington, Nugget layed on Ryan’s lap, after an eventful game of rock, paper scissors.

They treated Nugget like their child, spoiling her with everything to give her the warmest home. Nugget’s life had not started easily, making them want to cater her. With her addition, they have now become a family.

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[crossdressingdeath]

Lucanis: No, no. I had to kill a man once who did blood magic on nugs. A hundred little pigs with hands came after me. All together in one big, writing ball. Have you ever tried to stab a ball of angry nugs? That was a bad job. [...] Davrin: Rook story first, then Lucanis owes me one about this contract on a bronto. Lucanis: Mierda, that bronto...

Why do so many of Lucanis's jobs involve animals? Who is doing blood magic on nugs? Why would anyone take out a Crow contract on a bronto? I have so many questions. Lucanis and Davrin should get drunk and talk shop more often, I would love to hear more about this stuff.

[robo-dino-puppies]

so I said I had a few (some humorous) screenshots from playing dragon age - I mean, not that many, and they're not that funny, but here's the origins edition:

Morrigan... what. what are you doing? why. are you still a spider. this is very awkward.

Warden Mahariel looking at the camera like it's The Office. she didn't sign up for... this.

(NOTHING would make her turn back into a human. I had to quit the game completely lmao. also it seemed like shapeshifting kinda sucked so I had her stop doing that.)

synchronized disapproval! (ugh this was before I found a mod that de-boobified the armor. I'm sorry Leliana, you look ridiculous.)

it's right behind me, isn't it?

these... sure are some creatures. the little hands... disturb me T_T but I still like them!

of course I had to make sure Leliana got Schmooples! (iirc I had trouble with this - the guy in Orzammar wouldn't talk to me about nugs even after Leliana mentioned it? or something? obvs I worked it out eventually)

this one I mostly included because I laugh at Alistair getting yeeted by a darkspawn in the background while I'm killing this ogre, pffff.

we killed a dragon! (the first and only dragon - I mean, besides the story-required one - that I killed haha. the combat was definitely not for me. you're welcome Morrigan.) the Korcari Wilds map is pretty though - I really liked the sky.