#I'd prefer a warden thanks

[veunho]

Minecraft update: I have a duck named Beet :D and my parrot is now named Ashhhh bc the first sound he made to me was that of a creeper and, as you know, that SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME

[flowersforthemachines]

Rate Your OC

thank you to @thegeminisage @lucaanis @larkinna and @pinkvbay for tagging me <3 (and even standing on your knees, for some. woah)

Compassion: CONTEXTUALLY 9/10. I often think about that moment in ATEOHW when she tells Lucanis she picked the place she wants him to kill her in based on how easy it would be for him to get back from there on his own. Very normal!

But it's all very situation-dependant. She'll go all the extra miles for those she cares about, but won't spare a thought for others who stand in her way at all.

Bitterness: 3/10 with occasional spikes towards 8/10

Happiness: 5.5/10 pre-canon, 8/10 mid-canon [specifically around Bloor of Arlathan], 4/10 post-canon

Politeness: 5/10

Chivalry: I Don't Know. 6/10? But I'm eye-balling it here

Pride: 6.5/10

Honesty: post-canon 2/10. Local First Warden avoids talking about her feelings like it's the Blight

Love: 100/10. Top-1 woman who knows when she's in love and readily accepts it always <3

Bravery: 0-10. Because she's a coward (cough I'd rather die before anyone I love does so I don't have to deal with the grief cough). But she's also very brave in some other aspects. Complexities.

Recklessness: 9/10

Ambition: 2/10. Would be completely content to just be your ordinary run-of-the-mill warden. But alas!

Loyalty: 11/10 (she is also guard dog-coded. to ME)

Sense of family: 1/10. She was taken to the Circle when she was pretty young, and never really developed a sense of wanting/having familial relationships after that

Attractiveness: You know what, I am not rating that. You can rate her in the rb tags/comments if you feel so inclined. My judgement is my own.

Agility: 8/10

Sex drive: 8.5/10. Ghilasara who doesn't imagine relationship progressiong without having sex at least within the week after you get together VS Lucanis who needs to build up to Holding Hands is a beloved dynamic of mine.

Tagging @taamlok @inquisimer (can I see Marisol pretty please 🥺), @thewardenisonthecase (for Elisabeth, if you would <3), @hightowerqueen (for Bea OR Donella. whichever you prefer) @whispersleo (I Wish To Hear About Belasko) @sha-brytols (pls Esther facts. please) if you want to participate!

[peonyb]

hi peonyb.

just replayed everything up to the point where my MC is on her way to her first mission. since nomatter which option i choose, the next page shows no text, only the following options, i assume that this is the scene you mentioned that you still have to code in? if so, can i wait and still use a savefile i made right at this point? or would i have to restart all over?

besides this, i really like the new content so far, especially the scene where we buy the book for Trivelyn. while playing ive found a few bugs/errors, ill send them in a seperate ask. but i also have some new questions:

how important will the additional 5% you get from helping your father on the farm be? will it be a deciding factor in future choices? because roleplaywise i prefer the map-option, but my inner min-maxer voice urges me to choose the "helping on the farm"-option for the extra strength.

if i choose to help out on the farm, MC gets some extra gold. but if i decide to steal the potion instead of buying it, will the extra gold come in handy in the future?

ive only ever chosen the map-option. will MC´s map/mapping skill be important later? what i mean is, if for example you choose to help out on the farm you get extra money to buy the potion and sneaking off to festivals allows you to steal the potion. will the map option has a similar "benefit"/advantage/bonus?

during the reveal ceremony MC has a more detailed vision. is the person we see always Welling or does it depend on which character has the highest relationship stat?

when going to the festival with Trivelyn you ask eachother what your hobbies are. in my case hiking/mapping out the area. Trivelyn does seem a bit confused about this/doesnt see the joy in it. will there be a chance to take her on a hike? maybe even romanticly?

thank you for your answer. as always im already excited for the new chapters.

Heya, Blook. Try refreshing and giving it another go! It should be fixed. The end of the demo is after you speak with Anle. It should let you know when it's ended. Also, i'm glad you liked Triv's scene! I kept wondering if you would while I was coding it, haha.

Physical and intellect mostly add additional options and give you minor variations in the story. Having high or low intellect/physical won't result in pass or fail outcomes. The only stat that does is Aptitude. There will be some benefits for passing and consequences for failing checks. Nothing that would cause game overs or ruin endings, but it will affect the MC.

Not so much! Once you're at the G.A., or, at your warden's even, all of your expenses are paid for. It's only when you're in Braum that it matters.

It gives a +5 to physical and will lead to additional choices or flavor text. It hasn't come up yet for the adventure activity, but all of the activities come back in the story in different ways. This is why i'd say you should stick with your RP choice first and foremost if it matters a lot to you! Stats can be gained in other ways, but sometimes the changes in storytelling can be nice when it comes to making the MC yours.

It's always Welling!

Triv is very much the bookish type! They aren't against the outdoors, but they've also never chosen to go out into it for fun lol. There will be downtime hangouts later on! I haven't decided exactly what Triv's will be yet, but a walk does sound very cute.

Thank you for your questions. They're always fun to go though!

[dudewheresmynug]

Ship Sleep Dynamics

@rooks-dagger I am thanking you for the tag, bud <3 And I'm super excited to explore this Neverook dynamic!!

I'm leaving this tag open to whoever wants to try it!

I don't have a "post-intimacy" pic for these two :(

Lydia Thorne and Neve Gallus

How often do they sleep together?

When they first get together, it would be sparingly. They both crave connection with the other person but are both way too damn shy/proud to admit it. Once the dam finally breaks, however, they fall asleep in each other's arms every night, as long as they're both available to do so.

Where do they sleep?

Lydia hates sleeping in her room and Neve's cot (someone get my girl a real bed) is super uncomfortable. I think Neve's presence would make Lydia hate her room a little less? In this situation, I'll pull a "whatever, I can do what I like" and say that there's another little room, maybe up the stairs just outside the lighthouse, that has a nice cozy bed for the two of them, preferably with lots of natural light. All of that time in the Circle has made Lydia quite claustrophobic so I think she'd appreciate a more open space that is above water.

Lydia fell asleep on the cot in Neve's room exactly once. To say she woke up with every part of her body feeling sore would be an understatement.

How do they prepare to sleep?

I think Lydia and Neve are both kinda just "fall when you fall" type of people. They'd probably talk about the importance of nighttime routines, skincare routines, etc., but neither of them would hold up with one. Sometimes one or both of them will wind down with a nice warm bath. That's pretty much it, though! I'd say Lydia reads before bed but tbh the girl reads whenever time will allow. Neve is the same way with her case notes. Besides that, they're fortunate to make it to bed most nights! Some nights, however, one of them is zonked out at a desk, or on a couch. Depending on the other person's state of exhaustion, the sleeper will either be carried to bed, woken up to walk, or have a blanket draped over them. Once, embarrasingly, Lydia found Neve knocked out on her knees with only her upper body leaning on the bed. Neve didn't live that one down for a while.

What do they wear to sleep?

Lydia: Probably a loose t-shirt and some lightweight pants. I'd say she'd also totally sleep in an oversized hoodie on some nights, if it's chilly! I can see her as a slipper wearer, too! Just not in bed. Lydia is a comfy clothes enjoyer, so a LOT of her "house clothes" can be worn to bed.

Neve: Idk why, but Neve strikes me as either a nightgown person or as someone who will straight up fall asleep in whatever clothes she wore during the day. It kinda grosses Lydia out, so Lydia pushes for the nightgown. Or, anything that wasn't being worn to run all over creation during the day.

Do they cuddle?

Oh, for sure! Physical affection beloved <3

Lydia and Neve love to fall asleep in each other's arms. Lydia enjoys being the big spoon and will often opt to take that role. She loves how it feels to hold Neve, and Neve loves resting her head under Lydia's chin and burying her face in the crook of her neck. She especially loves it when Lydia plays with her hair or runs her hand down her back. She finds Lydia's touch to be so gentle and comforting and, being a witness to the Warden's insane lightning-wielding on the battlefield, she especially loves that Lydia is a naturally gentle soul who takes great joy in making Neve feel loved and safe.

Lydia, despite enjoying big spoon life, loves loves LOVES being held as well! She's just....too damn shy to ask for it. Neve picks up on it because of course she does. Volunteering to be the big spoon flusters Lydia a lot (which Neve delights in, of course), so she'll usually hold Lydia without being asked. Lydia really loves that Neve anticipates her needs in this way and, as such, is always more than happy to be held by Neve. Neve is a big fan of Lydia's contented sigh and makes it a mission to coax that sound out of her when they cuddle. Usually, a tight squeeze is enough to do it. Throw in some affectionate whispering and a warm hand on her back, and Lydia just melts. Lydia always feels small to Neve when she's in her arms, like Lydia is trying to be seen without being a burden. Neve

How easily do they fall asleep?

Both Neve and Lydia are guilty of fighting to stay up for as long as they can, hence the "fall where they fall" nighttime routines. Neve is always trying to figure something out. She never wants to stop working, because what if she could've cracked something big in that same time? Lydia, on the other hand, has a lot of nightmares. She understands that sleep is important (vs. Neve "one black coffee" Gallus), and she tries her best to reassure herself that dreams are not reality, but fear of seeing those nightmares again keeps her awake.

Between the two of them, though? Lydia falls asleep the easiest. If she gets into a comfortable position, she's out. Zonked. On cloud 9. The nightmares mostly disappear after the events of Veilguard, so she's able to sleep even more easily. Neve is too caffeinated. She makes sure to do all of her work sitting in a chair, while Lydia will mostly take her work wherever she thinks she can work the longest (a lot of times, this means lying on the couch or in bed). Neve's hypervigilance keeps her from having a good night's rest.

Though, I'm team "Lydia drag Neve to bed and lay on top of her so she's forced to stay put." They can cuddle it out until they eventually fall asleep. Or, until something else happens.

Do they toss and turn a lot?

Lydia is a tosser. She's also a blanket kicker and a sleeptalker. There were alsooooo two instances where she has sleep walked out of stress (both times were very scary for Neve, who was woken up by the sound of shuffling and watched her girlfriend get up in the middle of the night and murmur about having to 'visit Snowball in the spider cave' while attempting to open a door like it was her first time doing it EVER). Nightmares and high stress levels keep Lydia moving. If she's really very tired, like, DEAD tired, she will sleep still. Otherwise, she's tossing. She's turning. She has definitely kicked Neve before. It settles greatly after Veilguard.

I think Neve would sleep like a rock. You can not get the girl to move when she's knocked out. Lydia has definitely poked at her and nudged her to try and wake her up in the morning. When all of that sleep deprivation catches up to Neve, she is immovable. She always wakes up feeling nice and refreshed after what Lydia likes to call her "legally dead sleep." Neve always laughs when she hears that, and when Lydia tells her about all of the things she attempted to get Neve up for the day. She uses her one night a month of good rest as an excuse to deprive herself of sleep for the next few weeks.

Do they snore?

I don't think either of them snores! Lydia's a sleeptalker which I actually think is worse (for Lydia, of course! Never know what embarrassing shit you'll say when you're sleeping).

Who hogs the blankets?

Lydia, in the way that she'll kick the blanket entirely off herself (and sometimes off of Neve). Neve has joked about swaddling Lydia more than once, claiming that she won't be able to kick the blankets if she's wrapped up tight. She doesn't mind, though. I think they'd both be kind of hot sleepers -- you have a Fereldan and an ice mage, that's just a recipe for tons and tons of body heat. Yes I did say earlier that they love to cuddle. TWO THINGS CAN BE TRUE AT ONCE, YOU KNOW.

What do they dream about?

Lydia's dealing with her archdemon nightmares almost every night during Veilguard. If she's not dreaming about them, she's dreaming of her parents -- her brain is replaying their reaction to her being taken away from Templars as a little girl over and over and over. There are some dreams about Neve eventually. After Veilguard, she stops dreaming for a hot while. Then, the dreams start again, and they're honestly much more pleasant than she's ever experienced.

Neve is dreaming about her cases, or interesting scenarios with her friends. She's had nightmares about losing Lydia, which often wake her and make her pull Lydia close. I think Neve would also have a lot of nights where she's not dreaming at all. Or, she'd have those dreams where something exciting is about to happen, but before she gets to see it, she wakes up. Major bummer.

How easily do they wake up?

They both wake up pretty easy! Neve and Lydia are both used to having to be up and on the move soon after waking up, so they're both used to the routine. Lydia, no matter how exhausted she is, will wake up as chipper as possible. She will never NEVER let slip how exhausted she actually is, or what is causing the exhaustion. She doesn't want people to worry! Neve, on the other hand, jokes about her lack of sleep (slightly concerning for Lydia), but she's typically fine. She drinks so much coffee, anyway. Homegirl is caffeinated af.

Thank you again for the tag, this was a lot of fun!!

[cute-ellyna]

Ohh, the double date, please :)

For the WIP ask game

Thanks for the ask, Flowers <3 This is one of the oldest, I honestly can't remember exactly what it was about, lol, other than the fact that I love Antoine and Evka and they definitely go on unofficial double dates together with Ayanne and Dav. Gossip and teasing ensues. Now that I think about it, this was probably before I started doing comics, so the original idea was maybe just an illustration with the four of them? I would definitely make it a comic out of it if I had to draw it now, I just have to decide what they're gonna talk about! I mean, I headcanon Evka is the one telling Ayanne that Grey Wardens are infertile, but serious comics make me sad and I already have one in my wip folder, I'd much prefer to concentrate on something funnier :)

[dronebiscuitbat]

Give me a Reason: Chapter 11 - "Tea Party"

N was… nervous.

He was standing in front of Mrs. Elliots study. One of the servants was at attention to his left, who knocked on the door for him. He gulped, touching his bandaged face lightly as if trying to will away the phantom pain of her stinging nails.

“Come in.” Her shrill voice prattled off from behind the heavy door, and the servant opened it for him before bowing out. N hated that. He could knock and open doors by himself just fine.

“Ma’am.” He greeted, giving her a stiff and proper bow that was done more out of fear then genuine respect. He refused to meet her eyes, like he was trying to reason with some feral animal that would take eye contact as a threat.

“What do you want, Nathaniel?” Her words spoke his name with venom, like she was referencing a rat that had been caught in the kitchen, he gulped again.

“I was assigned a group project at school, it requires me to meet up with my partner at Bunker P-Park.” He stammered during his bald face lie, he was never very good at it to begin with, it didn't help that now he was nervous. “I want to ask your permission.”

“You know how I feel about you being outside unsupervised.” Her tone turned threatening, sending him into immediate and instinctual appeasement mode.

“I-I'm well aware. Ma’am. It's the o-only assignment for the class, if I don't do well then I w-will fail. I wouldn't be asking for any other reason.” He needed to stop shaking, he had to, lest she accuse him of-

“Are you lying to me Nathaniel?”

He supressed the urge to tense up or to let out the sound of surprise that accompanied it, he took a deep breath, come on N, Uzi can't do this project on her own.

“Of course not. If you would prefer conformation, I'm sure my teacher would be glad to provide it.” His voice shifted slightly, refusing to buckle under pressure even though he still felt his knees threatening to give out, he stood up straighter, and looked her directly in the eye- or tried.

He realized Mrs. Elliot wasn't even looking at him, and probably hadn't been this whole time. She was looking at her desk, jotting something down. How would she even catch his body language if she wasn't even looking?

“Ugh, I'd rather not.” She hummed with distain, as if talking to a teacher was far beneath her. “ Very well. Tessa will take you, I need her to fetch something for me this weekend anyway.”

He also supressed the urge to jump for joy.

“Thank you, Ma'am.”

“Dismissed.” She responded dryly, looking up at him for the first time the entire conversation, and he nodded briskly before hurrying out the door as fast as he could without it being suspicious.

The second he was out of earshot though, he jumped a full foot in the air and pumped his fist. “YES!”

He rushed up to his room, locked the door and pulled his phone out of the recesseses of his bookbag to text Uzi that he got permission, diving into his bed.

They'd been texting some during the week, not a lot, and it was mostly him initiating, asking her what she was doing or just idle chatting. But she always responded pretty quickly, which somewhat surprised him. He figured she had better things to do then reply to a random, meaningless text.

N: They said yes to this wknd!

Uzi: Great! Meet up at Bunker Park Saturday right? How long u got until the warden gets sus?

N laughed a little, Uzi had taken to calling his parents, or the idea of them, “the warden” or “the jailors”. All he'd told her is that they were pretty strict, wanting him supervised always. But she already seemed to dislike them.

Or maybe she just had a problem with authority, that seemed more apt.

N: 10pm? 11 is curfew.

Uzi: That's just when things get good! Ur parents suck.

N: They just care about my safety.

Uzi: Oh no, the park is so scary. OoOOoo

N had quickly learned, though probably should have suspected, that Uzi was a sarcastic little shit, and anytime it was an option it was the option she chose, and he could almost hear her voice making the ghost noises.

N: But that's not where we're going! Spooky Haunted Mineshaft Forest!

Uzi: They don't know that.

That was fair, but so was the 11pm curfew, he figured, Mr. And Mrs. Elliot didn't know exactly where he was going, and why would he need to stay out late in a park working on a group project?

They would just have to work around it.

“Big Brother?” Cyn called from her room, making him look up from his phone with a small smile.

“Yeah?” He replied back, not moving to get up off the bed just yet.

“Come?”

N: Sis needs me, ttyl

Uzi: She a baby or something? U say that a lot.

N: Six.

Uzi: Gotcha. see u Saturday.

N re-stashed his phone away, hiding it in a pencil case before creaking open Cyn’s room gently, she was sitting on the floor, a tea party with her plushies and dolls in progress.

“Join me for tea, Nathan?” She cocked her head at him, smiling hopefully and gesturing in front of her, N chuckled and sat down criss cross applesauce, bowing exaggerated to a comical degree.

“Thank you for the invitation, Miss Cynthia.” He replied, raising his voice to be a few octaves higher then it usually was, creating cheerful giggles, out of his little sister. N was slightly concerned on how she'd gotten on the floor though.

“How'd you get on the floor?”

“Did it myself, just slid off the bed.” She gestured behind her to her small bed, which explained why her legs were in an odd angle. He furrowed his brow slightly.

“You shouldn't do that, what if you get hurt?”

“I am not fragile.” She replied back, an upset look on her face, and he wanted to say that yes, by definition, she was fragile. But kept his mouth shut, Cyn rarely felt good enough to do anything by herself, so he wouldn't scold her for it, she wasn't hurt.

“No, you're tough as nails, but you are my little sister, it's my job to help.” He grinned a booped her nose gently. The frown on her face turning upwards into a smile as she handed N a very small teacup.

“Would you like some tea?” She asked, holding a teacup full of imagination in both her hands, he held out his very small teacup.

“Of course.”

The tea party went on for a small while, usually, they were an excuse for Cyn to vent her frustrations or ask questions she wanted answers to but wanted an excuse to ask them. She was doing a bunch of the first, asking one of her stuffed animals why he yelled all the time. Probably referencing J.

“Who have you been talking to, Big Brother?” She asked him after a breif pause, looking up at him curiously as she poured another cup of imagination out for a doll.

“Oh uh, group project partner, just getting an outline for our project.” He replied, being only slightly awkward about it. It wasn't like he didn't trust Cyn, but he knew if he answered, ‘that cool goth girl I told you about’ she would ask five billion questions that he probably couldn't answer.

“Is it a funny project? I heard you laughing a lot.” She asked again, probing.

It wasn't his fault Uzi's dry sense of humor was funny.

“Uh, nah, just my partner is. S-They’re cool.” He stammered slightly, slipping up on the pronoun, hoping he wouldn't give himself away.

“Oh! Is it that girl you met? You got her to give you your number?”

Drat.

“It is. Yeah, just for the project though.”

As if he could've gotten it any other way, he imagined if he did hit on her, she'd probably kick his ass into next week. Not that he wanted to! She just… didn't seem like the type to appreciate that kind of attention.

“Can I help? I know lots of things. I would like to meet purple haired lady.” She smiled, cocking her head once more, he swore she did it to look more adorable.

“Her name is Uzi. And I don't know… not sure we're allowed outside help.” He shrugged, trying to get her off this topic. While he was sure Cyn would like Uzi if they ever met, it would almost definitely require Uzi to come here, to the manor.

Something he absolutely did not ever want, Uzi dressed and acted like his parents worst nightmare, and he'd rather not be punished for it, thank you.

“I don't need credit, I just want to help.”

“How about I talk to her? Hmm?” He suggested, and Cyn furiously nodded her head in agreement, beaming.

“Yay!”

[queen-scribbles]

Of Motives

Heyyyyyy happy birthday, @errantgoat, have our kids being kinda domestic a few years post-Awakening. Hopefully not with too many typos, considering this was written in a mad rush since they didn't start talking until the 8th. 😅

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"What are you doing?"

Harvey didn't bother to lift his head from where it rested atop his folded arms as he answered. "Reviewing reports."

"Oh, well, silly me, then." The desk creaked as Trinne leaned against the edge. "For thinking you were sleeping. If you're that tired, Harvey, just come to bed."

"No, I'm fine a bit longer, I just need to finish this." He sat up, running a hand over his hair and massaging a crick in his neck. "Then I'll be up."

"No, you won't, you'll work until you fall asleep at your desk for the fourth night in a row," she said glibly. "I know you want to be extra careful with Fergus comin' to visit, but we've done everything we can to make Amaranthine safe." She nibbled her lower lip. "If you're that worried about it... I could help you?"

Harvey arched a brow. "With paperwork?"

Trinne smirked impishly and gave an exaggerated shiver. "It's cold sleepin' alone." She leaned over to kiss his temple. "I wanna sleep with my husband at least one night this week."

He couldn't completely fight a small smile. "You must, if you're volunteering to help with your least favorite activity." He couldn't deny help would be nice--or his terrible sleep habits the past few nights. "If you're serious...?"

"'Course," Trinne snorted. "Have I ever made an offer I didn't mean, Harv? B'sides, I've had my finger on things enough to know this is probably internal Warden stuff rather than politics and contracts, right?"

"Mm-hm." It was impressive she'd paid attention to intuit that; there was a reason Trinne had been happy to let him have the Commander of the Grey mantle and her lack of interest in the bureaucratic side of leadership was a big part. "It's mostly double-checking patrol schedules, but there's a few scouting reports I haven't had time to read yet."

She pushed away fom the desk and made a 'gimme' gesture with one hand. "Hand 'em over, I can definitely help with that."

Harvey chuckled as he separated the reports from a small pile. "You really want me in bed tonight."

"Uh, yeah." Trinne circled the desk and slouched in one of the chairs. "Oh, Maker save me, Sigrun's handwriting..."

Harvey shrugged apologetically. "You asked to help."

"I'll be fine. She is getting better."

He watched her for a few minutes, her brow furrowed as she worked to parse Sigrun's beginner handwriting, alternating with doing his own share of the work. Finally, "I've never seen you so invested in doing paperwork."

"I wanna help," she said without looking up. "I want you to sleep in a real bed tonight---preferably with me." A flashed impish grin. "You're too young to be giving yourself back problems, Commander."

He frowned at the casual--but repeated--mention. "Trinne, you aren't... Have the dreams been bad again?"

Trinne shook her head, tracing one finger along the edge of the parchment in her hand. "Nah. You know I'd tell you if it was that. I've just gone soft," she teased, "gotten too used to havin' you to cuddle if I want. Bed's too big for just me."

"Oh, is that all?" Harvey asked with a soft laugh, setting aside the papers he'd finished.

"Mm-hm." She slouched lower, stretching her foot under the desk to tap his ankle. "No ulterior motives beyond getting you in bed. For a good night's sleep, of course."

He huffed another laugh, shuffling the papers he still held. "Of course."

They settled in to comfortable silence after that, Trinne occasionally humming snatches of song as they worked. With her aid, it only took another hour to finish.

"Thank you for helping," Harvey said, sorting things into the right places.

"Of course." Trinne came around the desk to lean in her typical spot. "My motives were almost entirely selfish, but you're welcome all the same." She crossed her arms and grinned. "So, Commander Cousland, what're you doing now?"

"Well." He pushed to his feet and leaned into her space. "I was thinking about going to bed with my wife."

"Hmmm, your wife quite likes this plan," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss that would've unbalanced them if he hadn't braced one hand against the desk. "Even if all we do is sleep."

And it was. But they did it tucked close, cocooned in blankets, so it was infinitely better than any other arrangement.

[kitty-is-writing]

writecamp day 27

thanks to @agirlandherquill for running writecamp! today's prompts are here if you want to join in :)

this is another part of Luke's story, which I swear I will sort into chronological order for everyone at some point because all of these parts are all over the place lol

the prompts inspiring me today are:

A flash of thunder

"I've never walked to the gallows before, how fun."

The day was going to be bright and clear, judging by the cloudless blue of the sky Luke could see. These men who stood with him would not be around to witness it, though. Had they been any other men, he would have said it was a pity, but he knew each of them had earned their fate this dawn.

“How do you suppose they'll do it?” one asked.

“Hanging, I imagine. They can execute all of us at once and be home before breakfast,” another replied.

Luke smiled to himself. “I've never walked to the gallows before. What fun.” He knew it would annoy the rest, to be so flippant when they were so full of anger and hate.

As he had guessed, one of them whipped around to glare at him. Had he been anyone else, the hardened criminal before him might have been intimidating. “Shut your mouth, little man. I'd prefer to spend my last hour without your fool comments in my ears.”

“Or what? You'll shut it for me? I'd like to see you try.”

Before the larger man could move, the door of the small room was thrown open. The silhouette of a guard loomed in the sunlight. “On your feet, prisoners. Time for your last march.”

The row of condemned men rose, the chains that bound them clinking in the silence. A slow shuffle was all they could manage, jostling each other along the way, until they emerged from the prison into the breaking dawn light.

Even at this early hour, there was a crowd gathered to witness this hanging. They surrounded the platform on three sides, leaving only the one from which the prisoners approached. Luke was not especially surprised to see them; the crimes most of these men had committed were ones many would want to see punished.

His own far outweighed them all, in scope if not in evil, but only one petty act had doomed this face to an early renewal.

Five nooses swayed in the breeze, awaiting the five necks that climbed the steps. A hooded executioner stood beside the lever that would drop them through the floor, only a pair of cold grey eyes visible through the black hood.

The guards called each prisoner forward and slipped the rope over their heads, while the warden recited each one's crimes. Murder, rape, child molestation; these were universally reviled. The one that stood out was his own, a simple theft. The warden gave no details, but Luke knew it was not the crime itself, but the victim that had got him here today.

He had been arrogant enough to cheat the self-styled King of Falcon Ridge out of a hundred thousand gold coins, and been sentenced to hang for it.

When all of them were lined up, wearing their rope necklaces like morbid fashion accessories, Luke let his face twist with one more grin. Time to give this audience a show.

The executioner pulled the lever, and on either side of him the other four men dropped, but he rose. Dark clouds rushed in overhead, hiding the rising sun behind their thick blackness. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed, drawing everyone's attention for a moment.

That brief moment was all he needed. The rope disintegrated with a thought, releasing him into the sky full of shadows. Some had witnessed it, from their perspective seeing him pulled into the air by the sudden storm, only to vanish into the low, dark clouds.

In the sky, he floated among the darkness, already planning his next steps. This little stunt would be useful, he thought, spun into a tale of powerful gods or vengeful spirits. The lowly, nameless thief who had wronged the lord of the land, perhaps now the patron of a deity that watched over the beggars of the world. Something like that, anyway. He could figure out the details later.

For now, he would have to discard this face and find another. Pity, he had rather liked this look.

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tagging some writer moots: @leahnardo-da-veggie @eli-t-spoon @nightmaricwriter @sharkblizzardblogs @write-with-will

@keeping-writing-frosty @vesanal @trench-foot @theeccentricraven @mysticstarlightduck

[runningwolf62]

Brennan Companion Banter

@wardencommanderrodimiss Since you encouraged this, I am reaching over into your sandbox and stealing Esti and Ena, because I'm gonna be honest, if I'm doing Brennan as companion, that's the world state it's got to be.

Alright, let's go wild.

Dialogue for Brennan as a companion under the cut. Sorted by Character's Name, and goes, 1 Pre-Skyhold, and then 2 post (at least. Might get excited. We'll see). Will note context where needed. Assumes Ena is the Inquisitor.

Only took three weeks but here it is. Also the Varric banter got away from me. Whoops

Blackwall

Brennan: Is it true that the Grey Wardens accept anyone? Blackwall: Why do you ask? Brennan: Well, it's just, you make it sound so noble, when I could see some people just joining out of desperation. Blackwall: The Darkspawn don't care. Brennan: Guess not. Sorry. Blackwall: You're fine.

This one is a slight cheat but Blackwall: Did you know that in Ostwick they hold races with greased cheese? Sera: That sounds daft as anything. Blackwall: They butter up a cheese about the size of a small wagon wheel and see how far they can run with it. Sera: I'd just eat the cheese. Blackwall: It's culture. Sera: Well culture can get in my mouth. (if in party) Brennan: Sera, can you come next time? My brother never shuts up about it and I'd love to see his face if there was just one, big bite out of his cheese wheel. Sera: *cackling*

Brennan: So... you and Josie then? Blackwall: *groans*

(If in party) Sera: Oh yes!

Brennan: I was just going to say, my family knows hers, so we chatted. I know a few things she likes, if you, I don't know, wanted advice. Blackwall: I want to be left alone. Brennan: Very leading man of an Opera of you. She'll like that, if you make it slightly more obvious you're pinning from afar. Blackwall: She likes the opera then? Brennan: I knew you wanted to know!

(After Revelations)

Brennan: Do you prefer Blackwall or Rainier? Blackwall: Rainier is the truth lad. Brennan: Thom? Blackwall: Haven't been called that in ages. Brennan: Well, names have weight, and Thom carries less than Rainier. Easier to start again with that one. Blackwall: Start again? Brennan: I'd leave my last name behind if I could. The man I knew may not have been Blackwall, but he wasn't a bad man. Just let me know who to call him.

Cassandra

Brennan: So... royalty then? Cassandra: The less said about it the better. Brennan: Oh, I know that feeling.

Cassandra: You were meant to be a templar? Brennan: *sigh* Yes. It didn't work out. Being a Seeker suited you. I wasn't made to be a Templar. That's the difference, if you're wondering. Cassandra: I... was somewhat yes. Brennan: You also wanted to be a Seeker. I think that's also part of it.

(post-Haven)

Brennan: *indistinct mumbling* Cassandra: The next line is 'Stand your ground' Brennan: Thanks. That was going to bother me all day.

(After Promise of Destruction) Cassandra: Out with it. Brennan: I'd rather not. It's a bit self-centered of me. Cassandra: If it means you stop staring at me like that, I'll take it. Brennan: For a while I've been thinking, that it might've been better if I'd been born a mage. But I dodged the fate of being a red templar. I don't know if I would've dodged the fate of being Tranquil. Cassandra: You think the circle would've made you a Tranquil? Brennan: I think my parents would've asked them to. I guess at least then I'd still help the Inquisition, as some skull in a field.

(If in party) Esti: Bren! Brennan: Sorry. Esti: We care about you lethallin.

Cassandra: It's natural to wonder about such things. I don't understand why you stare at me about it though. Brennan: You were Tranquil. I just get curious, I guess.

Cassandra: I was supposed to warn you. Brennan: About what? Cassandra: *deep sigh* Josephine got a letter from your family. Brennan: Shit. Ena: I told them not to contact us. Cassandra: As she has already reminded them Inquisitor. Cassandra: But Brennan's brother had other ideas. Brennan: That sounds like Maxwell. Cassandra: For what it is worth... I am sorry. Brennan: Thanks. For what it's worth, I'd trade with you if I could.

Cole

These are all post-Haven obviously

Cole: Fennecs don't look like me? Brennan: It's the hat. Cole: I confuse you. Brennan: I mean, not really? You're a kid with a good heart, learning how the world works. That's all. Cole: No. Because you think of me as a younger brother. But you could never speak to me how yours speaks to you. 'His eyes bore into you from across the room. You let the conversation you're in die. Your fun dies with it, but he finally looks away'. Brennan: Yeah. You... you need to learn not to do stuff like that, but... I'm not going to hurt you for it. Cole: Why? Brennan: You don't deserve it. Cole: Then neither did you. And this is why you're confused.

Cole: They hurt you a lot. Brennan: They never laid a hand on me. Cole: Their eyes burn, where your nose is bandaged, it never heals quite right. The tattoo hurts more now than when you got it, under their disappointment, their disgust. You don't know how to explain they were never supposed to see it. The last act of defiance. Before the lyrium stripped everything that made you you from you. Brennan: Yeah, and then I upstaged myself. Cole: It hurt though. Brennan: Yeah. It does.

If Cole is made more Spirit

Brennan: So... uh, do you still want me to teach you to ride a horse. Cole: I think I understand. You understand the horse, and move with it, two as one. It's that simple. Brennan: Oh. Right. I mean, I think there's more to it but. Sounds like you've got it. Cole: It hurts suddenly. Brennan: Don't worry about it Cole.

Dorian

Brennan: Let me guess, Tevinter is into linebreeding. Dorian: Pardon? Brennan: Like horses. Dorian: Elaborate. Brennan: It's a form of inbreeding where you breed in the same family line but removed "enough" to be safe. In theory. Like half siblings or cousins. Dorian: Half siblings? Brennan: Yeah. Apparently they're removed enough, I don't ask who discovered this stuff. Some horse breeders do it for "good stock". Dorian: We cannot let Tevinter hear you say that. But yes. Something like that. Brennan: If it helps, there's also the saying linebreeding is what works, inbreeding is what isn't. Dorian: Charming. Very accurate.

Dorian: I didn't expect you to know the constellations so easily Brennan. Brennan: It was something I studied when I was in Templar training. There was this book in the library. I loved it, read it constantly. Dorian: Ah, a dear friend. I know the feeling. Brennan: Made being there easier. Dorian: I am simply surprised, seeing as these Astrarium are of Tevinter Make. Brennan: The book was by our Chantry. Just was pretty thorough.

Brennan: Are you alright? You took a pretty nasty hit back there. Dorian: Thank you Amatus, but I'm alright. Brennan: Alright, but you have to decide between complaining and the noble suffering act. It's one or the other. Dorian: Ah, but I can do both. Brennan: That's why I'm making you chose.

Ena

(Fuck it, it's our AU, I can have Brennan have banter with her if I wanna)

Brennan: I spy, with my little eye... Ena: Are we actually going to play, or is this going to be like when I was a kid and someone said they saw something white and you have to figure out with of the clan's dozens of halla it is? Esti: And I've only got the one eye, so I can only spy half as well. Ena: *groans* Brennan: Well now I have to pick a very specific tree.

Brennan: Hey, next time we find one of the Astrarium can I try first? Ena: I suppose. Why? Brennan: I used to memorize the constellations as a kid.

(If in party) Cole: The First Enchanter and Knight-Commander don't see the harm. A reward for good behavior. An escape from the Circle's walls.

Ena: Go ahead Brennan.

Brennan: So are you going to call me lethallin too? Ena: Are you going to hunt a beast to show you can protect the Clan? Brennan: How many bears have we killed by this point? Ena: Alright that counts. Welcome to the Clan lethallin.

Brennan: You should be more careful when we fight. Ena: I am careful. Brennan: You almost took a sword to the ribs last time! Ena: It was going to hit you. Brennan: Yeah. Uh. This is me saying thank you. Don't scare me like that again please.

Brennan: So, you and Esti usually ride the harts we have... Ena: If there's a horse you want Brennan, you can have it. Brennan: Really? Ena: Of course. You're welcome to ride any of them, and you can have one if you want. Brennan: Thank you!

Esti

Esti: Think you could ride a halla? Brennan: A wild one or one used to people around it? Esti: Either. Brennan: Yes. I'd prefer the second. Rather not hurt it because it panics when some thing climbs on its back.

Esti: *whispering* Brennan: *whispering* Ena: Do not make me turn this party around.

Brennan: So, Ena brought you to the Clan right? Esti: Yeah. Brennan: And now you're bringing me. Esti: Okay. Brennan: Am I allowed to bring someone? Esti: Yes, but you've already claimed that spot for Dorian. Brennan: I would love to see his face when I tell him we're moving to the woods.

(If in Party) Dorian: Perish the thought, the camping is bad enough.

Iron Bull

Iron Bull: You do a good job watching her blind side but you're also alerting enemies to it. Brennan: Huh? Iron Bull: You stay on Esti's blind side a lot, which works, she's got the range to cover you, and you cover her at close range. Iron Bull: But you standing there calls attention to that being her blind side. Brennan: Any advice? I mean you've got experience. Iron Bull: You could hide and let people try to sneak up on that side and ambush them. Brennan: Any advice that won't see her sister kill me?

Brennan: Does Krem not like me? Iron Bull: What makes you think that? Brennan: He's started giving me weird looks when I come in the tavern. Iron Bull: He's not into guys. Brennan: Damn it. Iron Bull: *laughs* Brennan: Right, okay, tell him I'm sorry if I made him uncomfortable please. I do like talking to him.

Iron Bull: So... you have a thing for 'vints? Brennan: I would like to say it's called good taste. Iron Bull: I'm not disagreeing. Just curious. Brennan: Always been a family disappointment. A husband from Tevinter might finally get me thrown out properly.

Iron Bull: Krem said you've been training with the Chargers lately. Brennan: Cullen was a templar. I spent eight years learning how templars fight. Brennan: The Chargers fight like no one else. Iron Bull: Is that why you've been limping at the tavern lately? Brennan: Oh Krem tells you I've been training with them but leaves out how he almost sprained my ankle does he.

Iron Bull: You're one of the few people here taking advantage of everyone here. Brennan: What? I'm not- Iron Bull: Not like that. It's a compliment. Brennan: I'm not following. Iron Bull: You're training with my guys, you're learning court stuff from Vivienne, fade stuff from Solas. Iron Bull: And that's just to start. Brennan: There's a lot of people here to learn from. Iron Bull: And that's why you're smarter than you give yourself credit for. Iron Bull: You thought to ask if they'd teach you.

Sera

Sera: You're not like most nobles. Brennan: You mean I don't shriek at dirt? Or I curse almost as much as Dorian, you can just understand me? Sera: Both. Either. You're not so uppity. Nose in the air and can't see the small people. Brennan: I was the small people to my parents. And I learned quickly, they tended to be nicer, and also know the good information on people. Sera: Yeah? Brennan: You'd have liked me at ten Sera.

Sera: That noble house ya mentioned. Brennan: Oh please tell me it wasn't worse than I knew. Sera: Alright, then I won't tell ya. Brennan: *groaning* Tell Jenny to thank her friends for me.

Sera: Wait. Wait wait. I finally placed you! Brennan: The scandal of House Trevelyen at your service. Sera: It true you punched a Templar? Brennan: Yeah. You've got the better idea with the arrows. Brennan: Because when you're eighteen you don't punch hard enough to keep them from hitting back. Sera: Ouch. What he do? Brennan: He was being an arse to a mage. You don't have to like them Sera, but they were my age and scared about their Harrowing. Brennan: Didn't deserve some Templar taunting them about one that had recently gone wrong. Sera: That one had it coming then. Plus, he hit you. So. He deserved it.

Sera: Maker where did you hear that joke the other night in the tavern? Brennan: There's a tavern in a town just outside of Ostwick you'd love. That was tame. Sera: We are definitely going then!

Sera: How do you like all that elfy stuff! You're not even an elf! Brennan: *deep sigh* Brennan: I- honestly? The elves want me. My human family doesn't. Can you blame me? Sera: Guess not.

Solas

Solas: You were a templar trainee once, yes? Brennan: *disgusted noise* Who told you about that? Yes. Wasn't good enough. Got thrown out. Any more questions? Solas: I am merely surprised, you are quite vocal in your support for the mages. Brennan: Yeah. Why do you think they threw me out?

Brennan: About our conversation the other night, Solas. Ena: What conversation? I thought you and I spoke all evening Solas. Solas: We did. However, for one who is not a mage, Brennan has an incredible aptitude for the Fade while dreaming. Brennan: Sometimes I wonder... anyway, you said that creating stuff makes demons, yeah? So I'm just making sets, right? Like for a play, and once it's over, the set gets taken down? Solas: An apt metaphor, yes. Brennan: Now creating stuff, you said, attracts demons. But can I change the set?

(If in party) Vivienne: Darling, what have you been playing with? Brennan: Just learning.

Solas: I have met some dreamers who could, but you must take caution to, borrowing your metaphor, change the set, and not start building a city. Brennan: Okay, no doing that then. We've got enough problems without me somehow releasing a demon.

Solas: Do you truly believe yourself capable of such things Brennan? Brennan: I'm not Cole Solas, need a bit more than that. Solas: Summoning a demon? Brennan: I mean, less I think I'd seek one out, and more like... mess up and corrupt one of your friends.

(If All New, Faded for Her completed) Brennan: And that... once was enough. I'm sorry. Solas: Thank you.

Solas: I understand your fear, but I do think you don't give yourself quite enough credit. Brennan: What, because I have a pure heart? Solas: At the very least, purer intentions than most. Had you been a mage, you'd have a talent for the Fade few could match. You do still.

(Post Breakup) Brennan: I don't get it. Solas: Let it go Brennan. Brennan: But you two care- Solas: I said to stop. Brennan: I- I didn't mean- I-

If Ena says nothing

Solas: I am sorry Brennan. But please, let it go. Brennan: Right. Yeah. Sorry.

Varric

Varric: So you're from the Free Marches. And Trevelyans breed horses right? Brennan: Where are we going with this? Varric: So, jousting. Brennan: Oh Maker's- I don't joust. Varric: Yes, but your favorite knight? Brennan: I don't follow jousting either.

(If in party) Blackwall: You don't even have an opinion on them?

Varric: I'm appalled.

Varric: So, you even take Lyrium Stargazer? Brennan: Maker's Breath Varric, you couldn't have bought me a drink first? Varric: Sorry, just. With all that's going on, been on my mind. Brennan: On mine too. No. Got kicked out first. Varric: Atta boy. Brennan: Thanks. I think... even with this, my parents would've rather I had, that I'd been a good little templar, and ended up addicted. What's there to worry about, it's not like Ostwick rebelled. Varric: I mentioned I hate your parents lately?

(If in party) Dorian: A shared feeling I assure you. Vivienne: I understand a focus on appearances, but even I find the extreme your parents went to with you distasteful. Sera: *blows raspberry* shites. Esti: Offer of a fireball always stands Bren.

Brennan: Yeah, well, that's what I was getting at. I've got the Inquisition now. Plus, spares us from having to work out two detoxing templars.

Varric: I'm still amazed that someone who rides like you doesn't like jousting. Brennan: That's not what Dorian said last night.

(If in party) Sera: HAH Dorian: Hollix. (exasperated, but amused)

Varric: No, scandalizing comments won't you get you out of this one. You'd be amazing at contests! Brennan: I do compete Varric! I'm less likely to fall off and get kicked in the head jump racing. Varric: Jump racing! You go tearing through the woods on a horse leaping over ditches and think that's safer? Brennan: An ideal Joust has someone fall off a horse. An ideal race, no one falls off a horse. Varric: Well yeah but. Still. It isn't as though someone can't knock you off a horse while racing. Brennan: Yes but that's cheating, rather than the entire point.

Varric: Alright, Stargazer, genuine question for you. Brennan: Oh this will be good. Varric: Why the love for jump racing then? Brennan: Do you ride Varric? Varric: Have you seen me? Brennan: I know dwarves that race. Some say they're better riders for the weight. Brennan: But, when a horse shifts under you, and you feel this build up, and then suddenly you're in the air? Higher than you'll ever jump on your own? Brennan: Feels like flying. Like for once, there's nothing dragging you down.

Varric: So do you just like shiny things Stargazer or? Brennan: Is this about Dorian? Varric: I just think I'm that good with the names. Brennan: I do like Stargazer. And shiny things. But, he's more than that. Brennan: Just so we're clear. Varric: Trust me, anyone with eyes can tell that.

Vivienne

Vivienne: You seem wary of me, my dear. Brennan: Apologies, Lady Vivienne, I did not mean to cause any offense. Vivienne: Ah. You need not stand on formalities now. Brennan: I- I appreciate the- I- *deep breath* Brennan: I don't play the Game well, so I like being careful. Vivienne: Before your floundered there, you've been doing well playing the part at least.

Brennan: Vivienne, can you help me with an outfit? My parents always wanted me to blend in. Vivienne: Oh that won't do at all. Brennan: Yeah, I'm the Inquisition. People are going to look. How do we make them like what they see? Vivienne: You have come to exactly the right person my dear.

Vivienne: If you do not believe in the Maker what are you doing in the Inquisition, darling? Brennan: Would you like the fancy trappings, or honesty? Vivienne: Whatever you wish to give. Brennan: I saw terrible things done in the Maker's name. I was going to be asked to do them too. Brennan: But the Chantry, for everything I hate about it, isn't going anywhere. And does good things. Vivienne: So out of the goodness of your heart then? Brennan: People need help. Does it matter who we are?

Brennan: Vivienne, I was thinking about something you said. Vivienne: I am glad you consider my words, but which of our conversations. Brennan: The luncheon invite. Would I look better with- Vivienne: I will take care of the outfit dear, you just need to be there. Brennan: If you're sure. Vivienne: I assure you, you are so full of Marcher charm, they will adore you.

[riallasheng]

link to truth or dare - tumblr / pearlypairings / 750775429030428672 the wuestions. ⇢what made you choose your username? ⇢add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis ⇢do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

ah! thank you for the link! (these look fun, I'll need to check them later)

⇢what made you choose your username? Rialla is a word from the 'twin language' my baby brother and I used when we were young, when he was otherwise non-verbal outside of this made up langauge of a couple dozen words. It meant 'warden / guardian / watcher' Sheng is a nickname I've had for decades that friends called me. I forget what it meant now, ot be honest (I use Jedi all the time becasue that's been my nickname since I was like 2 years old. my RL initials spell the word jedi, and further I was born May the Fourth XD )

doing the 'add 50 words' last as it's big / blocky

⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis that's not fair... I'm a MASSIVE lurker by nature and horrible at tagging on top of it. There are VERY few people I speak with / chat with as often as I wish, and TONS who I appreciate. I'm going to skip this one because it feels kinda mean to have just one person when I'm guilty of it so often (and if I listed multiple people and forgot someone I'd feel MORE horrible)

⇢do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? I.... don't really like either. Original characters I tend to only like if they're secondary / support. I don't like them when they're main characters. I totally get that others DO like that, and I'm not saying it's bad... just not something I like. I kinda hate reader inserts ^^;; I've never written one (nor have I ever had a self-insert) and I generally don't READ reader-insert fanworks. Again. if people like it, that's fine, this is just my PERSONAL stances.

⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work? any? XD but in all seriousness, I love long and indepth comments, esp when I get to have indepth and long winded discussions and conversations with people. I LIVE for comments, even if it's just a single word I love seeing it, but I THRIVE on long comments / comment discussions. ^^

⇢add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here rebuilding a cut scene from The Collector for my Moments anthology

“Okay, I’ve downloaded all of the security footage from Tracy One and the Hanger with Scott’s code and am uploading it to the Island now,” John said, voice quick and sharp.  “Need to finish up with the police and Father, I’ll be back once everything is done.”

John’s screen cut to black before TinTin could even open her mouth, and she sighed softly as she turned to look at everyone else.

Alan met her gaze, a thousand conflicting emotions racing over his face, his hands fisting and unfisting as he fought to keep his emotions in check.  Gordon reached over and put a hand on Alan’s shoulder, not letting his brother shake him off, and Alan closed his eyes and took a deep, slow, breath, then gave a small nod.  “I’m okay.”

“Y’sure?”

“…yeah.  Okay enough, at least.”

TinTin gave Gordon a smile in thanks, walking over to wrap Alan in a hug as best she could (there were many times she loved that Alan was solid as a brickhouse in build…  this was not one of them).  Alan’s arms wrapped tight around her, and he buried his face in her hair.  “I just want him to be okay,” he whispered, almost too soft for TinTin to hear.

“I know.  We all wish that, Alan.  I’m certain he will be, and we will have him home soon.”

“Can I quote ya on that?” Gordon asked, his voice – like his smile – strained around the edges.

TinTin offered a lopsided smile and shrug.  Promising felt like ill-wishing.  Ill-wishing they couldn’t risk right now.  “Scott is a fighter.  I would not be surprised if he fights his way free and shows up at home, scuffed but whole.” Gordon offered a huffing sigh, his smile slipping for half a heartbeat before he tacked it back into place.  “Yeah.” 

[midorisudachi]

"We are ridiculously awesome!" - Zevran Arainai (after winning a battle)

Happy December, loves! How are we already at the end of the year? I have felt incredibly scatter-brained this entire year, due to how fast it has been flying by. I feel as if I didn't get anything (that I had planned to do this year) done. Does anybody else feel that way? I had all these ideas in my head to drawn Dragon Age Inquisition characters every other Monday until Dragon Age Day...which was December 4th...and I did not accomplish my goal! Life catches up to you, ya now?

Zevran is absolutely delightful in Dragon Age Origins. He has no shame in what he says...zero filters with his words! Ha ha! He has the best conversations with the characters and I love his bantering. He's my favourite bisexual elf! I had decided to draw him in a heavy armour...I think it was the "Ceremonial Armour".

Some of my favourite Zevran quotes:

"Elves plant these trees to remind themselves of who they once were. And then they pee on it. Charming symbolism, really." - At the vhenadhal tree.)

"How did I get here? What happened to all those luscious wood nymphs?" - After waking up from the Sloth Demon tricking him

"Hmm... Anyone up for a little bit of naked cliffdiving? No?" - At Redcliffe

And the best one:

Zevran: Might I offer you a bit of advice, my good friend Alistair?

Alistair: I like my hair the way it is, thank you.

Zevran: Truly? As you wish... though my advice is regarding something else completely. It has to do with your recent... exertions with your fellow Grey Warden that I overheard.

Alistair: My...? Oh.

Zevran: It did seem as if you just got going when all grew quiet. You are... feeling all right, yes? Perhaps you are tired?

Alistair: We aren't talking about this, are we? Did I hit my head?

Zevran: I have some roots from home that you may chew if you need energy. As for volume, perhaps you ought to try arching your--

Alistair: Whoa! Whoa! Awkward!

Zevran: You Fereldens are so finicky. How will you ever learn how to pleasure each other unless you talk about it?

Alistair: Not listening! La la la la la!

I hope everybody likes this fan art! Notice the date on it? Yes! I drew this a year ago. Why did I not post it on Tumblr before? *Facepalm* Really though...I hope this is well received & enjoyed. This year I have felt like a failure when it comes to art, for it honestly seems like people prefer digital art over traditional art. Is this so? I love traditional art...I don't want it to die out. Even worse is that some people prefer AI "art" (more like ART THEFT!) over real artists. It can be hard to be an artist sometimes. Don't get me wrong. I love digi art, too. But often my heart yearns for more traditional artwork, as it often gets tossed aside. I feel that is one reason why I had not done well with my art on Instagram. From now on, I will only be posting art here on Tumblr. Thank you to ALL of you who have liked and shared my artwork. You mean a lot to me and I appreciate you in supporting me. PLEASE let me know if you draw Dragon Age fan art, too! I'd love to see it.

Drawn with Sakura Pigma Micron pens and then coloured in with a mix of Copics and Ohuhu markers. White accents done with a gel pen. Background was done in Photoshop Elements.

Zevran Arainai & Dragon Age Origins (c) Bioware & Electronic Arts

[optiwashere]

dave ask time.... 4, 7, 8? >:3

Fun times with DAVe :) Thank you, meera! 💜

4. What does your worldstate look like going into DAV?

Ngl, I don't really fuck with the fandom, so I'm not sure what people agree are the "key" aspects to the worldstate. So these are the most important things To Me from my DA Keep: Morrigan has Kieran with Alistair, the saddest king to ever king, and Leliana is out there not being the Divine Victoria and instead (in my mind's eye) gets her peaceful life with the Warden and their nugs. Vivienne wound up being my Divine at the end of DAI. Also, I tended to side with mages throughout the series. My Hawke dies in the Fade in Inquisition... I'm sorry, Merrill. It's the most narratively interesting result for my particular neuroses :(

7. Which character from the previous games or other media are you most hoping will make an appearance in DAV?

Despite my preferred worldstate, I'd be kinda sad if Leliana doesn't make an appearance. Somehow. A letter will be enough lol.

8. What faction are you most excited to learn more about?

Shadow Dragons. A resistance fighting against slavery in Tevinter? I am an aggressive goody-two-shoes at heart, so this is exactly my kinda shit.

[dudewheresmynug]

OC Tag Game

Thank you so much to @dancing--lights for tagging me in this post! I really loved learning all about Livia, and she is so pretty 😭🥰

Aaaand big thanks to @hellomehlo for the tag as well! Every new thing I learn about Rue makes me love her more and more! 😍

OC: Lydia Thorne

GENERAL:

- Name: Lydia Thorne

- Alias: Rook, Lydia, Lydi/Lyds (by friends), Coco/Coco Puff (by her mother, and teasingly by Neve sometimes)

- Gender: Female

- Age: 27

- Spoken Language: Common, Tevene (which she learned after getting a posting in Tevinter when she first joined the wardens).

- Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (disaster)

- Occupation: Between 9:30 and 9:40, Lydia was an apprentice at the Fereldan Circle. When the mage rebellion hit, she made her way back home to Crestwood, where she helped her parents tend their farm...sooo....student, then farmer? Then, she became a Grey Warden. As for after Veilguard, I don't know!

FAVORITE:

- Color: Periwinkle! Maybe a canary yellow or an apricot would be on her list too. I feel like she has an overall darker aesthetic to her, so having her enjoy lighter, softer colors is a good balance <3

- Entertainment: Nature walks would be her number one. Having spent her entire childhood in the Fereldan circle, Lydia greatly values outside time, especially when she can find something particularly scenic, or if there are animals (preferably ones not trying to kill her). I'd say she would also spend a lot of time in Harding's room, helping her tend her garden. Davrin's personal storyline was such a lifesaver for her!

- Pastime: Reading!!!! Lydia will read for entertainment and to get a deeper understanding of things she finds confusing or scary. I'd say that Lydia is generally very approachable at most times, but if you get her while she's in the middle of reading or research, you're going to get ignored at best. As for other pastimes, I'd say she's a doodler and that she enjoys writing poetry :) Lots of her poems would be about emotions, or about nature....aaaandddddd also probably about Neve once she starts crushing on her (though she'd never admit it). She has a little notebook full of her poems that she keeps tucked away in her room.

- Food: Noodles for sure, especially if they're spicy. If there's any chili oil, chili flakes, or anything else that she can use to make her food as hot as she can take it, she WILL be taking it. She also has an immense sweet tooth, so chocolate is an honorable mention.

-Drink: Lydia is a lover of fruit juices, especially orange juice. She also enjoys coffee (though I chose the hot chocolate option for her in Veilguard haha), but she needs to take her coffee with plenty of cream and sugar, otherwise she won't touch it.

HAVE THEY...

- Passed University: She was still an apprentice (roughly 15) when the circle fell, so she never technically "passed". However, she was made to take her harrowing a few years later, around the time she was 22, when she joined up with the wardens.

- Had Sex: I'd have to say yes honestly, probably with another warden? She's flirtatious but it's rare that her flirting has gone much further than just that.

- Had Sex in Public: I don't think so, at least not before Veilguard. She's used to not having privacy (in the circle and in the wardens) so she values sex as a private thing. After she gets with Neve, though?? Maybe, pfft.

- Gotten Tattoos: Nope!

- Gotten Piercings: Yeah, she has a helix piercing on one ear, and the piece of jewelry is in the shape of a dagger because she wanted to be edgy (she cried the whole time she was getting pierced lmao).

- Gotten Scarred: Plenty of scars, honestly. She probably got a few on her journey from Calehnad back to Crestwood, and has definitely received more when she joined the wardens.

- Had a Broken Heart: By love? No. But, when she made the decision to leave her parents (for the second time) in order to find a purpose for herself? Well, she suffers from that broken heart constantly.

ARE THEY:

- A Cuddler: Oh yeah, Lydia is a hugeee cuddler, and a hugger, and overall just a very physically affectionate person. You go girl.

- Scared Easily: Not at all! Someone would have to catch her entirely by surprise, which is very rare. I feel like Davrin would be able to get her a few times (and would have to dodge a lightning strike or two as a result).

- Jealous Easily: I don't think so. She's typically very levelheaded. She does tend to get in her own head a lot, but it's mostly introspective.

- Trustworthy: Yes! She's very used to being told that she's not trustworthy or that she's evil because she's a mage. She prefers to tell the truth when she can (though she will do what needs to be done if there is no other option). She also really wants her friends to trust her. When she saved Minrathous over Treviso, she put a LOT of energy into helping Lucanis and the crows, and doing whatever she could to get back into his good graces. Entirely healthy? Not really, but that's just how she is. Overall, though, I'd trust her with my life. Yes she's pixels what of it.

FAMILY:

-Siblings: Two older brothers, both dead, and she's never met them. The first brother was born over ten years before her and was killed during a big commotion in Crestwood, when he was separated from his parents. The second brother, born three years before Lydia, was unfortunately stillborn. Lydia was her parents' third and final attempt at having a child. What a devastating surprise it must have been for them when she turned out to be a mage.

- Parents: I don't have Lydia's parents' names figured out at all :( But, I'd say they probably grew up together, married young, and tried to start a family. One of Lydia's first memories is playing with her father in some hay at their farm in Crestwood. Another one of her memories is her mother screaming and crying and being hugged by her father as Lydia was taken to the circle by Templars, at age 5. Lydia has had nightmares about that sight for years, and, when she escaped the circle, she was determined to make it back to them. She ended up having a nice reunion with her parents, and they protected her fiercely, and she helped out as much as she could around their farm. But, after a few years, she became restless and felt as though she should do some good for the world (I hc that Lydia was very inspired by the Hero of Ferelden). So, she left to join the wardens. Her goodbye with her parents was just as tearful and painful as the first one, and the nightmares of her mother's screams returned. When Lydia found out that one of the eluvians at the lighthouse would take her to Ferelden, she was desperate to visit home, but fear of not wanting to leave her parents again kept her away.

- Children: Noooo, but I would say she will do what she can for any child that seems to need something.

- Pets: I thought it would be funny if Snowball from Crestwood actually belongs to Lydia, and that, at some point during one of her meetings with the Inquisitor, she learns that the Inquisitor killed him, and she's PISSED. Also, she's Fereldan, so get my girl a MABARI!!!!

This was a lot of fun to do!! Thank you again for tagging meeeeee <3

Absolutely no pressure at all, but I love hearing about all of your Rooks!!! I'm going to tag @gayspacepiratesss @theawesomerocket @catcatbutter and @neve-gallus-girl-detective

[abyssal-forge-bah]

Greetings! Could you give us some sort of eldritch nature spirit creature based on redwood trees? We'd like this headmate to enjoy going out to the forest, as well as overall have responsible roles like manager and caretaker.

Additionally, could they maybe be someone who's calm and not really subject to big emotions at least most of the time? (Albeit not in an emotionless or apathetic way. We've been splitting a lot of headmates who have big emotions, and we think it would be good to have someone to even them out.)

Also if you could give them some connection to the Void, including worshipping it as a force of simultaneous creation and destruction if you're okay with that, that would be nice! And a connection to coyotes, that would be nice too!

I'd like it to have as many of the additional stuff as you have inspiration for, and if it helps to have emojis for vibes, here are some: 🌲🌊📚🦦📼🍲🦌🧶

Thanks!

~ @headmate-ideas

The deep sea answers your call! In the reflection of the water, you see...

General stuff:

1. Name: Redwood, Red, Spirit, Adam, Akane, Altan, Flann, Rohit, Ruaidri, Scarlet, Shani, Altwidus, Boyce, Codrin, Forest, Izadi, Kayto, Moriko, Oihan, Silverius, Vipin, Widald, Anima, Yolotl, Kaliska, Macawi, Mai, Wolf, Jackal, Prairie, First Scolder, Katu

2. Pronouns: she/her, he/him, they/them, it/its, lea/leaf, ste/stem, vi/vin, woo/wood, sil/sils, fore/forest, wil/willow, ash/ashes, moss/mossir, realm/realms, spec/spectre, spir/spirit, ether/etherea, whisp/whisper, echo/echos, claw/claws, fang/fangs, paw/paws, howl/howls, snarl/snarls

3. Species: eldritch nature spirit, redwood spirit, creation and destruction spirit, spirit, eldritch deity, human

4. Source: brainmade

5. Gender identity / sex: cis man, mortitum, carnivorico, shapeshiftian, forestgender, caniscoyic, dreameldric, eldrichoric, weirdcreaturething, forestcoric

6. Sexual / romantic attraction: monogamous, bi, polyromantic

7. Gender expression: androgynous

8. Role: manager, caretaker, warden, controller

9. Sign-off: 🌲, 👁️, 🦌, 🍲, 🧶, 📚, 🐺

10. Face claim:

🫧_🫧_🫧

Additional stuff:

11. Age: ageless

12. Alterhuman identity: spiritkin, deerkin, otterkin, forestkin, waterkin, deityhearted

13. Aesthetic: forestpunk, cryptidcore, gloomcore, naturecore

14. Favourite things:

• Hobbies: knitting, reading books, watching films, walking in the forest, cooking

• Objects: cassettes, balls of yarn, books, soup, warm blankets

• Colors: red, blue, gold, ube

15. Random facts: doesn't eat in front of others, loves snow, speaks slowly, likes to use metaphors

16. Voice claim

17. Personality:

• Rarely loses temper, even in stressful situations. Behavior is calm and measured, doesn't fuss or rush, prefers to think carefully about actions. Knows how to keep cool in critical moments.

• Doesn't openly demonstrate emotions. Is not prone to bursting displays of joy, anger, or sadness.  Prefers internal introspection to external expression of feelings.

•  Empathizes and is interested in the world around. Expresses feelings in a more calm and measured way than others. Is capable of deep feelings, but shows them subtly and not ostentatiously.

• Has good self-esteem and self-confidence. Can be observant, analytical, and have a penchant for planning.

18. Other stuff:

• Can shapeshift into different animals. Favourite forms: coyote, wolf, deer, moose, otter, beaver, fog, wind, river

• Was worshipped in the distant past:

🌲 People planted redwood saplings and said prayers for prosperity and growth, asking the Spirit to bless the new trees and help them survive. The saplings were decorated with red ribbons and feathers.

🌲 People were meditating by an old and mighty redwood tree. They brought offerings (berries, clay coyote figurines) and asked the Spirit for protection, wisdom, and peace.

🌲 People cut down and burned the redwood tree if it was sick and had already outlived its life, as a symbol of acceptance of the cycle of life and death. The ashes from the bonfire were scattered in the wind during the funeral so that the Spirit cleanses the soul of the deceased.

🌲 People left offerings to the coyotes (water and meat), asking for the blessing and protection of the Spirit through these animals.

• It was belived that the Spirit emerged from the first germinated seed of the redwood tree, receiving strength from the sun and rain, which creates life, and from the wind and storms, which can destroy. Coyotes were the first guides and allies of the Spirit, guarding and spreading the seeds of new trees. The Spirit intervened in people's lives, allowing them to make shelters and bonfires out of trees and punished them for thoughtless deforestation by driving them crazy in their dreams and making them turn into coyotes when the sun arises.

• The Spirit doesn't just inhabit the redwood forest — it is the forest. In reality, the existence of the Spirit is older than humankind for an indefinite period of time. Redwood trees are a physical embodiment, but the essence extends beyond the visible world. The Spirit remembers epochs that humans can't even imagine.

• Visiting a forest inhabited by the Spirit can cause a phenomenon that is usually attributed to hallucinations: the appearance of strange symbols on the bark of trees that cannot be captured on camera, a whispers and howls in the wind, and a feeling of gaze, the source of which always haunts the visitor until they leave the forest.

Be aware that headmate could form differently than described!

[illusivesoul]

Heyoooo! I come bearing a prompt: "Sunset in her eyes" for Morrigan and anyone you like.

Hi, friend! Sorry it took me so long, but I finally finished it.

Went with Morrigan and Anora. Once again, I went overboard and the story goes pass the word limit for the ask, so the full thing is here!

The first part of the story under the cut.

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Sunset in her Eyes

Anora had it all planned. The table and bookshelves had been dragged in front of the door as a makeshift barricade, the ache of arm muscles not used to physical effort as they once had been serving as testament to her exertions. The moment one of Howe's men, or if the Maker was feeling kind that day, the bastard Rendon himself walked in to finally get rid of her, she would hit him with the dagger directly in the throat or between the eyes. She'd then grab a weapon and fight her way out. Not a plan worthy of the daughter of Ferelden's greatest general, but it was the only she had. She had not, however, expected the door to start glowing. The spell Howe's mage had cast on the door to lock her in must be going awry. "Or the bastard finally decided to just burn me alive like a coward" Anora told herself as she ducked behind her improvised defenses. "A dagger and tin armour against a mage. How’s that for a challenge, Anora?" The enchanted door began creaking and twisting, the metal and wood groaning as the magic that held them in place was consumed by the fire being thrown from the other side, until they finally gave way with a loud thud that echoed across the room. "And there's that" a woman's voice pierced through the smoke. Sweat rolled down Anora's face as she pressed herself against the wall, her eyes still half closed due to the heat still emanating from the charred door and from the staff of the mage who had just entered the room, the wood filled with carvings and trinkets glowing crimson like the fire they had just helped to create. "You're alright?" Morrigan replied as she stretched her hand towards the queen from the other side of the overturned table. Her heartbeat still beating in her ears, Anora felt bedazzled while looking into Morrigan's eyes, the irises bright like a newly minted sovereign, their yellowish hue singing of mystery and power, the Fade and the Black City echoing distantly in them. "I am unharmed. Thank you" Anora answered as she took Morrigan's hand and stood "You're one of the warden's people, yes?" "I am no one's people, woman. But I am assisting the Warden. For the moment, at least" "You're chasind? You must not know who I am to speak to me so" The woman let out a hearty laugh that dripped with sarcasm "Let me guess. You're lady this and that, married to lord Fancy Shoes, and you've taken offense to being talked to in such a disrespectful way by a southern barbarian. Or you could be the queen we came to rescue. Not that there's much difference between the two, after all. Thought I must say, the queen of Ferelden in a common soldier’s armour is a most amusing sight" Anora felt the bitter sting building up in her stomach. She had always prided herself in being better than most nobles, but the truth in the mage's words had gone past the thick skin she had built from her years at court. "Yes, my offense is great, but I'd prefer to be outraged somewhere where my life isn't at risk. I assume Eamon sent you?" "Most perceptive indeed. The warden is down in the dungeon, taking righteous and glorious revenge against this Howe man" "If the Warden guts Howe, that would be appreciated by most fereldans" Anora replied, her eyes discreetly roaming across the woman's shape "But regardless, I'd be most gratefulif you could get me out of here" "Follow me. Don't get too far. I'd prefer not having to endure another of Cousland's rants as to how careless I was if you were to die under my watch" "I'll be sure to not lose you," Anora discreetly swallowed hard, mentally reprimanding herself over the fact that the sight of the mage's barely covered breasts had replaced all the anger she had felt for Howe by far more improper thoughts.

Morrigan walked out of the room, her latest verbal sparring match with Elissa Cousland leading nowhere as it always did. Yet, it had become a good way to let out her frustrations. She walked across the empty hallways, where no one roamed this late into the night. Well, no one but Elissa on her way to make the bard sing those late night tunes she was so bad at hiding. "At least this time they're on another floor" Morrigan thought before seeing the light coming from the only open door on the corridor. Reaching the entrance, she saw the queen sitting in front of the fireplace, her gaze fixated on the large portrait of the recently deceased king which towered over the room. “Did you love him?” Anora slightly turned her head, just enough to see Morrigan standing by the door. The whisper of a smile formed on the queen’s lips. It was refreshing having someone not constantly treat her with royal deference, though she would not admit it “Love? In a way. We both had many things we loved, and we had been together all our lives. We weren’t unhappy, but… well, I guess we had as good a marriage as we could” “Curious” “Curious why?” “How you grieve for someone you didn't truly love. And if this Cailan was anything like his brother, I find it even harder to see anyone mourning his loss" The queen remained silent for a moment, her gaze returning to the large portrait of Cailan that dominated the room. “Yes… most curious how losing someone you've known so closely for decades may be difficult. Perhaps the sense of familiarity and loss in different in the Wilds” “You could always remarry if the prospect of loneliness troubles you so. Is that not what is expected from you royal women? To be always married and make heirs and their spares?” “If you had a large white beard, I could have sworn I was talking to Eamon” Anora answered as she stood and walked towards the chair by the window that overlooked the courtyard of Eamon's state “Regardless, if Eamon has his way, the throne will go to your friend, Alistair” The chuckle Morrigan let out echoed across the room “Alistair is not my friend” “That much was clear. But at least I made you smile. I imagine that’s quite the achievement in itself. Now, if you were looking for someone to have another shouting match with, since apparently your fight with Elissa didn't leave you sated, I suggest you go to Eamon and tell him that the Theirin bloodline is not a sacred gift from the Maker himself. He will give you all the fighting you could possibly want” "You heard my little disagreement with the warden" Anora chuckled, "I'm sure my father in the royal palace heard it. I learned years ago not to bother arguing with Elissa. She can be somewhat… abrasive" "And here I thought it was gulping down darkspawn blood which had soured her spirits. Interesting to know that she has always been such a delight" The sarcasm was evident in the witch's voice, yet Anora answered nonetheless "Her arguments with my husband were legendary. There ever really was only one thing that made that woman happy. Well, made a lot of women happy, to put it in a way" Morrigan remained silent for a moment, her eyes slightly widening as the realization dawned on her once she saw the coy expression on the queen's face "She bedded you too. My, my. Now it's clear how you endured those years at Cailan's side". "It was always a pleasant time when the Couslands came to Denerim. The downside was having to endure Elissa's manners when outside the bedroom. But enough about that" Anora stood and reapproached the fireplace "In case my head remains on my shoulders after the Landsmeet, how would you like to be the arcane advisor to the court?"

[salsedinepicta]

OC(s) Questionnaire

Tagged by @greypetrel - and her characters are just beautiful, so I'd highly recommend to hop on her blog and read her version :> 💜 Thanks for the tag!

Tagging: maybe @coloricioso could be interested? No pressure as usual ✨ +plus anyone who is interested!

Everything under "Read more" after the first one, of course.

NAME: Gwydion Hawke

NICKNAME: Hawke, of course - the firstborn can take dibs on the family surname. And then Gideon, since 1. that's how most people misspell his actual name and 2. Varric uses it in his stories (it's “more suited for the hero”). He doesn't mind.

GENDER: Male, although he takes it easy. In a modern AU he would be the Hakwe sibling most likely to experiment with gender presentation - and in every universe he just knows he'd look good in a dress/corset.

STAR SIGN: Libra

ORIENTATION: Gay

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Literally a random human born on a ship – 100% conceived in Kirkwall though.

FAVORITE FRUIT: All the citruses

FAVORITE SEASON: Early Spring

FAVORITE FLOWER: Forget-me-not, snowdrops, zagare (orange blossoms).

FAVORITE SCENT: Crushed elfroot, rain, lyrium potions - and why must lyrium be toxic when it clearly smells like raspberries and tangerines? UH? Templars are gatekeeping it. He is literally the only one saying this. At some point he’ll think fondly of sewage.

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Tea, preferably cold.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Around 7, but not consecutive.

DOGS OR CATS: Dogs AND cats AND also every single animal willing to be pet - why would you deny a centipede some love? And did anyone actually tried to raise a baby dragon? Cowards.

DREAM TRIP: Antiva, or Rivain – it sounds fun, from Isabela’s stories, and he is intrigued by their religious customs (and generally different approach to magic). Not without 50+ SPF though, have you seen Anders' skintone?

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Just a few, he doesn’t particularly suffer the cold – and he’s a cuddly sleeper.

RANDOM FACT: Extremely tactile, hands must be occupied (almost) all the time. He makes his own bows and then whittle silly little figurines with the scraps of wood - usually they all end up looking like chunky animals of debatable identification.

NAME: Maren Hawke

NICKNAME: Mari (used only by selected people – Bethany can, Carver may or may not find nettles in his bed the next day) and various epithets by Varric (he finds her difficult to pin down, to his extreme annoyance). When she’ll get into Kirkwall’s politics people will start to call her Lady Amell, to everyone amusement.

GENDER: Female

ORIENTATION: Official not-so-mean lesbian

STAR SIGN: Scorpio

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Human, born in Ferelden, even if she doesn’t feel a strong national connection to it.

FAVORITE FRUIT: Pears, quince, pomegranates

FAVORITE SEASON: Autumn and Winter

FAVORITE FLOWER: Wild violets, daisies

FAVORITE SCENT: Parchment and ink, ambergris, wild roses’ oil, metal.

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Black coffee in public, hot chocolate with lots of spices (and something sweet to eat on the side) in more private settings.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Better not to ask. Around 5, to avoid dreaming – she will slowly get better during the years.

DOGS OR CATS: Birds, obviously.

DREAM TRIP: For political reasons, all the cities of the Free Marches. And Weisshaupt/the Anderfels to pester the Wardens about griffin’s eggs – because what Merrill wants, Merrill gets.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: At least 4, because half of them will be stolen by Merrill during the night.

RANDOM FACT: Does she care about fashion? Not particularly, but she is highly aware of the power of appearences, and how to convey certain messages through clothes. She prefers small and significant jewelry over flashy one, but absolutely loves a nice statement headpiece, especially with some kind of drapery or veil – so she can literally put behind a curtain annoying people with a subtle turn of her head.

NAME: Malva Surana

NICKNAME: Irving’s pet, Surana, debatable variations on her name when Jowan wanted to be annoying – after the Circle, she is just Malva and then the Warden Commander.

GENDER: Do you have a gender if the circumstances of your birth make you less than a person in the eye of society? Ahaha, anyway, female.

ORIENTATION: Very queer - preference for women, but willing to experiment for the sake of it, if she fancies so. In another world, her and Gwydion would be the monsterfuckers, let’s be real.

STAR SIGN: Aquarius

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Definitely a city elf (the tattoos are random lines, made by someone who wanted her to remember but had no idea how a vallaslin really looks like, or how and when they are done) – maybe from Denerim’s alienage? But as far as she knows, there is no past before Kinloch Hold.

FAVORITE FRUIT: Blackberries

FAVORITE SEASON: Spring

FAVORITE FLOWER: The kind of question that would trigger a half-an-hour-long aswer. For brevity sake: nightshade, hellebore, wisteria, ivy (not a flower, but impossible not to mention), and mallow.

FAVORITE SCENT: Burning wood, moss and damp earth, rosemary, wildberries.

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Definitely tea. She is the mistress of the most absurd herbal infusions. They are great and they'll cure your cavities and other various ailments - but you don't want to know the ingredients. Don’t.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Between 6-8, can wake up every day at the same time without any alarm of sort.

DOGS OR CATS: If really pressed she'd say dogs (“They are great traveling companions”) but immediately regrets it because of all the fond memories of Ser Pounce-a-lot.

DREAM TRIP: The Thirashan forest, Arbor Wilds, Arlathan Forest – pretty much an elven history roadtrip to try to reclaim that part of her identity.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Just one or two, wrapped all around her chrysalis-like because her subconscious still believes that the other apprentices will steal them.

RANDOM FACT: For a moment, she was Justice's first choice for a possible living host - she never knew it, though.