#(picks up spindleweed)

[quibbs]

replaying a little game from 10 years ago

[theluckywizard]

WIP Whenever

Thank you for the tag @greypetrel

Well I just finished up my spicy art of Hawke and Rose for an upcoming chapter so I suppose that doesn't count! But here's a bit of Rose Trevelyan being nosy around the Hawke Estate while the man she's just been introduced to, Garrett Hawke is out having a street fight (LOL! Weird!) with some dwarf associate!? I love working on this scene because it's a great opportunity for easter eggs and just generally a great character reveal for both Rose and Hawke in my Kiss Me Moonstruck AU (matchmakingmoms!au).

Snippet below the cut 👇

In a closet beyond is an extra set of mail and an assortment of gambesons and maintenance tools and equipment. Awls and oil. Garrett’s finery from earlier hangs on a hook. Feeling venturesome and more than a little nosy, Rose leans in to get a whiff of this man she’s meant to like enough to marry.

Peppermint, obviously. Camphor. And buried underneath are hints of herbs she can’t quite distinguish. Elfroot probably. Rashvine and spindleweed perhaps. She startles at a sudden contact between her thighs, stumbling back from her insolent task to discover Garrett Hawke’s mabari has an equally insolent interest in her.

She shoves him back gingerly and with placating tones, unsure if a war dog would be friendly toward an interloper like herself. He’s three times the size and heft of any of her hunting hounds, and his undocked tail lashes and whips with enthusiasm when she scratches tentatively behind his ears.

“Well aren’t you persistent,” she mutters, attending to the short fur of his broad white chest. She carefully avoids the precarious string of slobber that dangles from his maw and returns to the foyer hoping the creature will settle down by the fire again. He doesn’t. Enthralled by the attention, he stays at her heels, following her over to an apparent writing desk.

It’s been recently tidied she notes, a pile of mail sits to one side with all the edges lined up, and there's a cup of distinctive looking quills, pencils and a rustic looking pen knife and a fresh supply of fine paper. In spite of the paper there’s a stack of half crumpled notes in another corner that someone did their best to organize.

Rose picks up a rumpled note written in a lively hand over the top of a torn out piece of broadsheet.

Emeric. Thursday, 8 o’clock. Follow up with Aveline. 

The wall above it is unceremoniously papered over with various letters, missives and documents and a sloppily carved slab of wood reads Wall of Fame.

Rose first reads a desperate sounding letter written in a primitive but decidedly feminine hand to Carver— his younger brother, she presumes— by an individual named Peaches. There’s a printed document with a flaming fist stamped in the corner about mage rights and the Maker. A badly drawn caricature of a man armored in absurdly pointy plate asking what she presumes to be a darkspawn for directions. And a well designed advert clipped from the news:

BARNABUS BIRD Purveyor of Fine Blades ══════════════════ Kitchen Knives ✧ Utility Knives ✧ Murder Knives ══════════════════  Slice Fereldan cheese paper thin! ✦ Cut unexpected bindings on your hands and feet! ✦ Clean the blood from your fingernails!

The address listed belongs to this very home.

LOL this last thing is one of Varric's many pranks on Hawke (they are trapped in a forever prank war). It's also an easter egg for my long fic.

Tagging @crackinglamb, @bluewren, @samseabxrn, @nirikeehan, @leggywillow, @exalted-dawn-drabbles, @ammoniteflesh, @skyeventide and YOU. Whatcha working on?

[calicostorms]

hihihiiiii calico i am here to ask for all the dragon age plants for my two babies nydha and fen'an <3333 bc i couldnt pick :'D

HIIII putting under cut for length

Nydha:

Rashvine: Who/what is the one thing or person your character simply cannot stand?

Elfroot: What is a small, mundane thing that brings your character great comfort?

Nydha's got a little stuffed nug made by Krem that he likes to keep in his room. It gets an honored spot on his bed, or occasionally gets set on the dresser.

Blood Lotus: Is your character a lightweight when it comes to intoxicating substances? How did they come across this fact?

He's a lightweight. Everybody know it, and he doesn't mind. Nydha knew he was a lightweight because he drank dandelion wine at the Arlathven one night so he usually steers clear of any heavy alcohol.

Spindleweed: Had your character ever been grievously wounded or ill before? What was their memory of that occasion?

Oh yeah, definitely. Nydha is a good mage, but he's still pretty untested in battle and gets injured a LOT. After escaping Haven he nearly lost his feet and hands to frostbite and wasn't stable for a while because of it. He doesn't remember it well but Rajmael carried him back to camp and Lark, the main spirit healer he'd picked up, spent a long time trying to heal partially dead nerves so he wouldn't lose limbs. He was alright in the end, but delirious and in fits of fever for a few days.

Deathroot: What is the most horrifying thing the Nightmare can cause your character to see?

His entire clan consumed by red lyrium, his Keeper a shell of herself and his favorite hahren (Yuo) slaughtered in a battle to save his wards.

Deep Mushroom: What act does your character consider morally foul but practically necessary? Does your character condone morally foul actions for practicality’s or necessity’s sake at all?

He doesn't really condone morally foul actions for necessities sake until later on, which is unfortunate. Leliana does a lot of her work without telling him until his Clan was in danger because it will upset or anger him.

Embrium: What is the kindest thing anyone had ever done to your character, and do they remember or even know it happened?

Rajmael, his personal guard, gifted him his hart when he joined up. Nydha thinks of this as the greatest gift he's ever been given and treasures and spoils her all the time.

Nydha doesn't handle being stuck in fancy clothes, especially not Dalish ones. It makes him feel uncomfortable and out of place, and he usually steers clear of anything that isn't super functional.

Arbor Blessing: What is the happiest ending you can think of for your character?

Sera discovering some of his Clan has survived, particularly if his sister and Yuo survived. Being able to shelter in Tevinter with both his lovers (his sworn shield, Rajmael [OC] and Dorian) while he recovers and gives up the mantle of Inquisitor completely.

Vandal Aria: How well can your character bounce back from personal tragedies?

Badly 😶 Nydha doesn't cope well with personal tragedies and becomes somewhat revenge focused and gets a one track mind about it.

Fen'an:

Elfroot: What is a small, mundane thing that brings your character great comfort?

His embroidered clothes! He feels that by using his gifts from June, it will cause the gods to watch over him and it comforts him knowing June will guide his hands while he creates things to protect others too.

Blood Lotus: Is your character a lightweight when it comes to intoxicating substances? How did they come across this fact?

Fen'an can hold liquor pretty well, though he isn't usually a heavy drinker! He prefers ciders but doesn't get drunk often because he likes feeling alert and able to fight if needed.

Spindleweed: Had your character ever been grievously wounded or ill before? What was their memory of that occasion?

He probably has a few times! The most memorable is defending Haven when Corypheus marched down on it since he was on the front lines when it happened. He got a pretty nasty arrow to the shoulder right beneath the end of his armor and it nearly got infected in the aftermath. He remembers it well and has nightmares about almost getting killed when he was trying to get others to safety then. He doesn't talk about it, but he privately mourns the few recruits he knew and couldn't get to safety in time.

Deathroot: What is the most horrifying thing the Nightmare can cause your character to see?

His sister and clan being chased and slaughtered by his former master in retribution for his escape :(

Deep Mushroom: What act does your character consider morally foul but practically necessary? Does your character condone morally foul actions for practicality’s or necessity’s sake at all?

He dislikes deception, though he understands the need for it. He considers things like blackmail to be pretty morally horrible and would never engage in it himself, but understands the need. He prefers not knowing about it, though.

Embrium: What is the kindest thing anyone had ever done to your character, and do they remember or even know it happened?

Though his birth mother sacrificing herself to let him escape Tevinter is up there, I don't think he remembers it all that clearly. He remembers her and misses her, he was old enough for that, but it's hard for him to conceptualize of what she may have lost by escaping for him.

Rashvine: Who/what is the one thing or person your character simply cannot stand?

He HATES people who act like his sister, Dhaveira, isn't smart/is stupid. It irks him endlessly, and puts people on his shit list faster than anything else.

Arbor Blessing: What is the happiest ending you can think of for your character?

Frankly, a universe in which he manages to topple slavery in Tevinter and is able to be with his sister again. It won't happen, but theoretically that would be the most happy ending I could see for him.

Vandal Aria: How well can your character bounce back from personal tragedies?

Fairly well, all things considered. He's been through a lot and handles grief and pain well, even if it is hard for him sometimes.

[ghoulsbeard]

Down at the clear green hem of the river, knelt in lacy spindleweed, swarmed by dragonflies, Kit’s singing as he works. Even this far from the Orlesian front it’s a risk to make so much noise, but rivers carry songs well— and a league downstream the People are camped— and maybe someone else is picking spindleweed before the sun sets.

Vivienne catches up to him, picking her way through thick mud and slippy river-smoothed stones. The evening veils her robes in orange and deepest blue, winks like a dragon’s eye off her silver staff. She plants it blade-down into the bank and looks him over. “Would another pair of hands go amiss?”

“Never yours, messere.”

She smiles to herself and sits on a fist of pale rock with a view of the river’s glittering bend and the far bank, stiff with thick dead grass, where the forest dwindles away, and the halla go dancing in and out of the trees.

Kit whistles the second verse through his teeth, since he’s thinking of dancing, and pretty things. He couldn’t send a bag of rocks. He glances down the water, where lines of black lotus flowers trail along the sinking sunlight.

“I was unaware you were an admirer of opera, my dear.”

“I only know half,” he admits. “Had the chorus stuck in my head all through Revasan.”

“Fournier was greatly popular in his time.” She produces twine from some hidden pocket, and a knife. Sylaise bless an alchemist’s steady hands. “At least you’ve moved past those terrible Denerim drinking songs.”

He laughs. “You must admit, these southerners have a few good ears among them!”

“I must do no such thing.” Her mouth twitches. “I’ve heard one bawdy lay of the sainted Bride too many. And Sera’s little improvisations do them no credit. And must they all involve a dog?”

He points at Vivienne with a dripping bunch of leaves. “The strapping Alamar, Red-Haired Annie—“

She groans. “Maker spare me.”

“Ha! Not til the sixth verse, archmage!”