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Timothy's smile wrinkles at the corner of his eyes as he beams with as much excitement as his face can hold. It's important to him that she has this moment. That they both do. Things are so different and they will continue to change and flip and twist and turn and -- he settles his mind before it spirals. Knowing all that he knows can be a heavy burden in the least suspecting of times. But right now it is important to focus on Ylfa, perhaps more for him than her.

The Goose had told him something that has been etched into his mind ... heart ... the very essence of his soul. You wished for a way to save your son, but I think in some ways you view the world as your children. You take care of people and things. A truth so striking even he did not see it before it fell upon his lap. There is a selfish need within him to preserve something childlike within Ylfa. Especially in times of shadow.

" Oh, ye of little faith. " he teases warmly, though reaches into his back pocket to produce a small pair of scissors. " Of course I have them, I've learned to always have a backup plan! " a hearty laugh escapes him as he claps Ylfa on the shoulder with his free hand. " Come on. Over here, I found a particularly cozy looking nook. "

❝ obviously. ❞ timothy's energy is infectious; it makes ylfa think of the before, the life in a previous version of her story, where it was just the two of them, without these friends they've collected. where the nightmares were so small, in comparison to those they face now. where the wolf hadn't yet consumed a part of the little girl she was back then. and for a moment, ylfa aches for it. there was, after all, so much she didn't know, and so much she had yet to consume. but she was more afraid, too. more uncertain of who she was.

she doesn't know if she'd go back, but she will take this moment, amongst the present story, with mother, like it used to be.

ylfa grins at him, and looks around for a suitable spot to sit. ❝ wait--do you have scissors? it's just, last time we tried there was a really big knot and it took, like, three days to comb it out and it'd just be easier to cut it if that happens. which it won't! we're definitely going to master it. but if it does. ❞

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something something varric giving hawke the ol "my brother is sentimental" speech as though he is also not sentimental just not for a place but for people. varric gives an anniversary to the day he meets hawke... THAT is how sentimental he is for his family

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Sum Hawke kimsses <3

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VARRIC TETHRAS, a home in the hanged man.

it's obvious why varric chooses the live upstairs to the rowdiest pub in lowtown, you simply just get the best stories. plus, it's quite entertaining! between joyous and erupting laughter between a table of friends or a loud and violent fight breaking out between two drunken sods, there is never a dull night at the hanged man.

it is also nice to live in the place all of your friends frequent regularly. varric admits to putting a lot of the companions as well as hawke on his tab. (isabela is not allowed on the tab, he won't give in on that one). his suite in the hanged man is probably the nicest area in the whole building as well and i can absolutely imagine hawke and co. enjoying their nights up there rather than in the main area. (i see that huge ass table, varric, i see it)

despite all his work in the merchant's guild and, eventually, as viscount ... varric still enjoys being one with the people. he enjoys working from this rundown pub. obviously that becomes near impossible to ask for as viscount but maker does he try

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VARRIC TETHRAS, a story is not always entirely perfect.

A big thing people LOVE to complain abt when it comes to the mechanics of da2 is that they repeat areas and throw hordes upon hordes of enemies at you that seem to spawn from nowhere. Is this lazy development? Yes. Will I take this and make it work for ME? YES.

Varric is the narrator of this story. It's easy to forget that as you're playing until you reach a pause in the telling and you're snapped back to it. But Varric simply just is not the greatest at setting up fantastical scenes with each place they go (especially under interrogation) so you're seeing this happen because Varric simply just doesn't want to put the details into it and we've all been there lmao

However Varric will also happily admit that he embellishes details in his stories and adds things for flare. The Tale of the Champion is not a true to life telling of Hawke's story but it does paint his best friend in the light the world deserves to view them in

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ADRIEN HAWKE, eldest daughter syndrome.

Even before Malcolm died, Adrien still treated her siblings as though she was their mother. Leandra would always task Adrien with watching the younger set of twins and, of course, she can not go anywhere without her own twin at her side. So she would end up with the three of them running around and having a good time as siblings often do when they are young and carefree … but little Adrien would mostly watch. Hardly ever giving herself the time to play along with them because what if she were to get distracted and one of them was hurt? She would never forgive herself. (Though, if they wanted to play a little game of mischief and test the limits of their sister's rogue-ish abilities, she would happily indulge. And each time they get caught she happily falls on the sword of blame.)

This translates to her companions as well and even the people of Kirkwall who so obviously need her help. She will give people the shirt on her back, the hair on her head, the coin in her pocket, without a question because it is what she does. She provides for people and does not ask for anything in return because she knows better than to let herself assume as such.

That being said, she also will not let anyone see how heavy the weight of these responsibilities weigh on her. She's convinced that she isn't allowed to complain because this is her duty in life. She is always going to be responsible for others. Their safety and their happiness and she doesn't have a bitter bone in her body about it, she truly does not, but the breakdowns she has in her bedroom are ungodly and as silent as she can attempt to make them. It makes the hurt even worse when she silences her own demands to feel something

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varric: hey, i have some tips to help you lie low if you need it

fenris:

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tloz: twilight princess (manga) starters

❝ i was shattered. i lost everything. ❞ ❝ i warned you not to take me lightly. ❞ ❝ we’re partners, aren’t we? ❞ ❝ ever since we’ve met, you’ve been disobedient and rude. ❞ ❝ take suffering as your companion, and unease and fear as friends. if you do, darkness will become light. ❞ ❝ it’s a cold world out there. you’ve gotta learn to trust folks. ❞ ❝ as you stand before me now, you’re all desperation and bravado. that is not true bravery. ❞ ❝ you can’t change your past and you can’t change who you were. you can only decide who you’re going to be. ❞ ❝ resentment is a trap of the heart into which everyone falls. ❞ ❝ you don’t look well. are you ill? ❞ ❝ you were born into life with a destiny. you cannot run away from that. ❞ ❝ you carry a smouldering darkness inside you. ❞ ❝ it’s considered impolite not to give your all in a fight. ❞ ❝ at dusk and dawn…it’s easy for all sorts of things to sneak by. ❞ ❝ since that day, so much has changed for me. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry. it’s been hard, huh? ❞ ❝ a true hero must shoulder a heavy responsibility. ❞ ❝ stay calm. move cautiously and remain vigilant. ❞ ❝ one more time. try telling the truth. ❞ ❝ why keep fighting until you’re just a broken wreck? ❞ ❝ if we start a fight, we must be ready to hit back. ❞ ❝ in the end, it’s easier just to be selfish. ❞ ❝ i was lost without you. i was lonely. ❞ ❝ why do i so often taste this sense of loss? ❞ ❝ i think both our journeys are pointing to the same place. ❞ ❝ power does not inhabit a blade without bravery. ❞ ❝ did you hear something? like the cry of a beast… ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? if you’re too weak, then just leave. ❞ ❝ what is strength? is it displays of power mocking the weak? destroying beauty simply to satisfy your greed? ❞ ❝ you get too worked up over things. ❞ ❝ easy for you to say. i’m the one getting beat up. ❞ ❝ i don’t need thanks. i didn’t do it for you. ❞ ❝ depending on your attitude…i might be able to help. ❞ ❝ if you don’t do as i say, i’ll take your arm off. ❞ ❝ as leader, i will not choose the path of pain and death for my people. i must protect them. ❞ ❝ strength isn’t about power…it’s about being brave. ❞ ❝ you have good eyes. the eyes of a proud beast. ❞ ❝ if the need arises, i will not hesitate to pick up a sword and fight. ❞ ❝ i guessed you had a secret past.   people can try to hide it, but nature shows through. ❞ ❝ i was lying when i said i’d never held a sword.❞ ❝ there’s no time for sentimentality. ❞ ❝ if someone comes in who knows about your past, i’ll protect you if they try to hurt you. ❞ ❝ is there something strange about me? ❞ ❝ be careful…there have been monsters around here lately. ❞ ❝ choose…surrender or die. ❞ ❝ when i feel uneasy or afraid i just think: ‘this is my mission’. ❞ ❝ don’t take me for nothing more than a fine doll good only for decoration. ❞ ❝ i’m nothing more than dirt. i’m not worth all that effort. ❞ ❝ why do you think we’re any safer here? ❞ ❝ don’t die on me now. ❞ ❝ ha! even you have a good idea sometimes. ❞ ❝ i fought through all kinds of monsters to get here…and i survived. ❞ ❝ i’ve spent so long looking for you! i’m so glad you’re safe. ❞ ❝ people are always hovering over me…and it’s so suffocating! ❞ ❝ some detours lead to unexpected good luck. ❞ ❝ you say whatever you think…i’ve never done that. ❞ ❝ there is no greater joy than helping a friend. ❞ ❝ what do you mean ‘never mind’? ❞ ❝ these days such peaceful travels are rare indeed. ❞ ❝ wildly rushing into danger isn’t courage. ❞ ❝ didn’t you say there’s something you need to do, no matter what it takes? ❞ ❝ i sense unprecedented danger approaching. ❞ ❝ how do you feel now, looking back upon yourself at that time? ❞ ❝ as usual, you’re a wimp. ❞ ❝ resentment is dangerous. it comes in through the slightest crack in your heart. ❞ ❝ i’d go to the ends of the earth for you. ❞ ❝ it really hasn’t been that long, but you’ve grown into a fine man. ❞ ❝ now is the time for us to take back all that was stolen. ❞ ❝ one thing’s certain — those aren’t human. ❞ ❝ what do you fight to protect? answer. ❞ ❝ i wish you wouldn’t do such dangerous things. ❞ ❝ if you got hurt due to my mistakes…i don’t think i could live with that. ❞ ❝ why would you do all that…when we’ve only just met? ❞ ❝ it’s a pretty name. perfect for you. ❞ ❝ once your wounds heal, you’ll need to leave right away. ❞ ❝ the hero on his knees! quite a sight. ❞ ❝ how does it feel to be so strong? quite a rush, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ you’re all puffed up on your own arrogance…drunk on your own pride. ❞ ❝ i once wondered how good you are…now i see you’re really skilled. ❞ ❝ i’m not physically strong like you…but my wits, brains and analysis can be helpful. ❞ ❝ don’t say you can’t accept that this is the end. ❞ ❝ you just want to satisfy your own ambition and lust for power. ❞ ❝ it’ll be all right because we’re together. ❞ ❝ why would you leave me at a time like this? ❞ ❝ for the first time i feel like i’m overflowing with incredible power. ❞ ❝ there’s no time for doubt. you are the chosen one. ❞ ❝ your problem is that you demand absolute perfection. ❞ ❝ there is no easy path. but you can definitely overcome it. ❞ ❝ i’m so very sorry. i broke my promise. i hurt you. ❞ ❝ that’s the spirit. hate me more. only then will this fight be worthwhile. ❞ ❝ i thought you were dead. ❞ ❝ well…? say something. or has my beauty left you speechless? ❞ ❝ i never forgot you. not for one moment. ❞ ❝ sorry for killing the mood. ❞ ❝ light and shadow are two sides of the same coin. one cannot exist without the other. ❞ ❝ if you desire something…then that is my desire too. ❞ ❝ who says i’m afraid of you? ❞ ❝ your weapon is little better than a toy. ❞ ❝ all that awaits you is despair. ❞ ❝ i’ve done the unforgivable. i betrayed you. ❞ ❝ i’m here to repay you for what you’ve done. ❞ ❝ since i’ve met you, we’ve travelled a long way…and a lot has happened. ❞ ❝ are you on a journey of self-discovery? ❞ ❝ that was a great strike. if i was a hair slower, you’d have gutted me. ❞ ❝ when i was young, i wanted to be a hero. ❞ ❝ your struggle is futile. ❞ ❝ as you can see, i know how to fight. ❞ ❝ my hatred toward you will not be satisfied by merely killing you once or twice. ❞ ❝ you’ve been through a lot. ❞ ❝ whose side are you on? light or shadow? ❞ ❝ if you run then we’re done for! fight to survive! ❞ ❝ i’m not strong enough. not good enough. ❞ ❝ i must crush your bones, rip out your organs and relish your lingering cries of pain. ❞ ❝ that was close, huh? ❞ ❝ rest now. you don’t have to fight any more. ❞ ❝ i bear this sword so i can protect my home in times like this. ❞

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" I think today's the day. " Timothy approaches with excitement but there is nothing loud or bumbling about it. Timothy's excitement is translated by the width of his smile, the tight clasping of hands after rubbing palms together, and the way he bounces slightly on the heel of his feet as he announces himself to Ylfa. " We are going to master the art of hair braiding. " they've all been through so very much up to this point and a breather is always welcome when it finds them. Plus, there is a very large part of him that wants Ylfa to know she is still a child despite the burden she carries. " What do you say? Willing to let me give it a shot? "

@stormlit requested MOTHER GOOSE for LITTLE RED.

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PROMPTS FROM THE PARENT TRAP *  assorted dialogue taken from the script, adjust as necessary

we've got a big, big day ahead of us.

now the question is, how do i get it out?

you must be new.

i would say you need some serious help.

now that's my kind of woman.

we traveled six thousand miles for... this?

it's rather picturesque, wouldn't you say?

i'll be fine. see you in eight weeks.

i'm positive i'd remember you.

sorry, wish i could, but i'm allergic.

sure. i'll take a whack at it.

why's everyone staring?

want me to deck her for you?

i'm so tired. i'm crawling back into bed and sleeping until lunch.

save yourself the aggravation. it's really disgusting.

you'll thank us for this. you'll see.

i feel so bad for you.

any of your pictures ruined?

i love oreos. at home, i eat them with peanut butter.

most people find that totally disgusting.

it's scary the way nobody stays together anymore.

will you stop thinking about your stomach at a time like this?

oh man, this is beyond coincidence. this is beyond imagination.

this is so freaky.

if you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

that's the way true love works. history's filled with stories of lovers parted by some silly misunderstanding.

i have a brilliant, beyond brilliant idea.

oh, right. sorry, i'm just a little nervous.

you sure you know what you're doing?

oh god, i hope she likes me. please like me.

you look fantastic. what did you do to your hair?

i just love how everyone drives on the wrong side here.

now you're even talking like an american.

i'm making a memory.

i can't believe it's you.

i'm sorry, it's just... i've missed you so much.

can you believe it? it seems like it's been forever.

i didn't realize you were so beautiful.

i found a stowaway in your suitcase.

can't you manage without me?

you don't think it's too over-the-top?

come on, let's see what all the fuss is about...

i like things exactly the way they are, thank you.

now let's see what disaster awaits us.

you can't avoid the subject forever.

we kind of hit it off immediately.

i knew you were going to ask me all these questions one day.

it just didn't work out.

get into these arms, you little punk.

what happened to you? something's changed. did you get taller?

now you sound like your old self.

i made cornbread and chili.

i'm just so happy to be home.

i can't put my finger on it, but something about you has definitely changed.

when you're done, come on down. there's someone i want you to meet.

sorry, did i get you wet?

somebody grab that, please.

we've got a major problem.

are you nuts?

this is an emergency.

you've got to get back here to help me.

there's something really important i want to talk to you about.

you do an absolutely marvelous british accent.

i'm trying to tell you something!

why's everybody acting so nutty around here?

i'm afraid you're kind of missing the point.

let's discuss this calmly and rationally...

you are unbelievably out of line.

this is fantastic wine, by the way.

are you okay? would you like me to come with you?

why didn't you tell me it was you all along?

i've never been so happy in my entire life.

i'm in such major trouble here.

you're perfect for each other.

may your life be far less complicated than mine.

i can't believe it. you haven't changed at all.

i think i have to get dressed for dinner.

sometime, if we're ever really alone, maybe we could talk about... what happened between us.

you didn't come after me.

it's the wine we drank at our wedding. i now have every bottle ever made.

can we open one?

you're the only one i'd drink it with.

you don't always have to be so brave, you know.

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#STORYSTRUNG: the weaver of fate. the spinner of tales. here i shall recite your birth and your death. IT IS UP TO YOU WHAT HAPPENS IN BETWEEN.

FANTASY HORROR MULTIMUSE feat. characters from BALDUR'S GATE, DRAGON AGE, DIMENSION 20, AND MORE!

written by maxi! 25+ they/them

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Possessive claws keep hold to Percy as demonic eyes follow every step that Gortash takes. Perhaps Orthax is jealous. Percy has been just a perfect little vessel and to have him pulled away when they're SO CLOSE, SO CLOSE, it enrages the demon to no end. He needs it to be known that Percival is his plaything, not Enver's. " Too many hands will make the strings TANGLE. " he is not a fan of sharing. " There is never time for fun. "

The pooling rot of bloodied vengeance is the thing Orthax finds fun. The way it leaks through Percy's veins each time he thinks of his tortured past or Enver speaks of the Briarwoods. A delectable taste of what's truly to come when Percival's bullets fire from the gun on his hip.

Orthax does take a moment to ponder the deal given, it is not a worthy meal -- what is offered -- but it will sate him well enough as he continues to wait for the right moment. OH, HE LOATHES THE WAITING. " He will be my final meal. " the touch he holds Percy with is almost tender now, as if he is holding a fine cut of meat. " Each soul he gives to me, I consume a part of him as well. By the time we are finished, there will be nothing left of him but a shadowed husk. A tool for vengeance. " Forever stuck within my thrall.

Misdirection proves a practiced art, though the hollowness in his chest pangs as the threat remains far too close. Some mixture of annoyance (agitation) building up as the smoke-rage entity rants and raves. "Of course," Enver replies pleasant and full of tact, not a vowel out of place as he rises, ignoring the urge to rub his wrist. The phantom sensation of claws digging into the flesh pulses, but he smiles, far too accustomed to pain. "As you've said, Percival is capable. A man with the talent for multi-tasking vengeance and pleasure is a rare find, these days. Are you," jealous, "disappointed? You who have bound him soul and brilliant mind so masterfully? None, not even I, can oppose such a claim. Nor am I interested. It's all for momentary fun while we share a common goal."

A distraction is, perhaps, the right term for their relationship, but one must find indulgences wherever suitable. His gaze pulls to the cut, the trickle-sweet blood beading down Percival's throat.

Steps slow, appearing as if aimlessly circling the bed during the conversation, he approaches the bookshelves, fingers hovering over hidden compartments disguised as tomes. "Those deserving of punishment, to begin with. This city prospers with such ilk. If I may ask, what do you intend to do with Percival once he's finished with his... duties to you?" Such soul bargains are difficult to break, let alone find a compromise on, but he's read enough clauses and contracts in the House to wonder about the exact nature of their pact. [*Nothing spells out a good ending for the last De Rolo, yet that's not his concern. It's impossible to deny the chance of thwarting a demon and bask in the satisfaction.*]

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Adrien listens with a smile, though this smile on her face is not soft and kind -- ready to hear all about her dear brother's love -- but is instead it is the bridge before a hearty chuckle that she is doing her very best to suppress. She knows that this is not the first time and she would love to tease him horrendously through the night about it if wearing his heart upon his sleeve were not so worrying to her.

Fenris especially worries her in that regard. " I think, to him, it doesn't matter what you consider hardly a mage. You are still a mage. " there's a sadness to that in her voice, even as she brandishes a softer smile. A curse her siblings is burdened to bear. My brother is stronger than you think, words she remembers speaking sternly to Fenris when he first implied distaste towards travelling with mages.

It's hard not to want to indulge him, the way he talks so sweetly about his new love. She knows that to protect his heart she must shield him away from the knife that draws him near ... and yet ... and yet ...

She laughs now, nothing but soft heave of air beneath her breath as she leans forward, hand reaching over to muss up his hair as face meets table. " I think that you should do things that make you happy. " she answers at first, she doesn't want to commit to the yes or no but she knows he is seeking her guidance. " And Fenris is a handsome man. " I just fear for your heart. " ... I am sure you of all people could convince him that you are more than your magic. "

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"What if I told you…." Hawke twists his feet beneath the table, toes in and out, ankles piroutting, a ballet as his hand and neck instead twist and roll and shake, silly, more like a modern dancer.

"That I am in love." This is true.

"For the first time." This is NOT true. Bubbles has fallen for every handsome man that has ever looked at him. Most did not share his interest. Others did, but not his kindness. Bubbles has gotten hurt before. And yet he still reaches out with flirtations like candy, blowing bubbles with soap foam scooped to his mouth in the tub like when they were kids.

"The way he moves me, Hawkey. He threatens to rip out my heart with a glance!"

Toes tap, he swoons on to the table dramatically, just to crane up his neck and start sipping again at his favorite ale---the cheapest on tap, of course.

"But… the whole mage… thing. I'm hardly a mage. More of a magician, really. You're more of a mage, the way you pop up from the shadows with your little potions and brews, you fancy schmancy alchemist, you. And yet…"

"I do not want to hurt him. Or scare him off. With my scary, scary sparkle fingers."

Fenris is not the first handsome man Bubbles has fallen for that did not like magic. The first was another little boy when they were young— to whom Bubbles thought he could teach a magic trick. He ran to his parents, who would have ran to the nearest templar if not for Malcolm's convincing. The disappointment of his parents and siblings was all he needed to keep his magic to himself from then on.

Only using it for trouble, training, secret secret art projects---or when Adrien said it was okay.

"Do you think it would be…. Okay? If I… continued to express…. Interest…. Affection…." Hawke falls flat on his face on the table, drunk, silly, the goofiest guy. "Undying love?"