#DOWIAN...

[againstme]

man what’s the point of smoking weed if i can’t shotgun the smoke into my boyfriend’s mouth

[delightfuldevin]

Parallel Canon being Agent 4 is neat and all, but because PC has the hairstyle you chose in Splat2 (and I chose the same style I have now in Splat3), I’ve decided to imagine it as my sona instead. Just cause it feels cool,,

Actually, I’m gonna go on a mini ramble real quick to work Side Order into my sona lore. Now’s as good a time as any.

So, even though Side Order already has a full backstory, I unfortunately have to tweak quite a lot of it in order to work with my sona… Such is the struggles of building your lore around a character whose own lore was unknown at the time… So in my version, Nelly (8) did not go on tour with Off the Hook. She did still help them prepare for it and all that, but when the time actually came, she stayed behind in Inkopolis.

So, while OTH was getting ready for their tour, Nelly and I formed Sealestial and started making a name for ourselves as a rising band. And shortly after they left, I caught wind of a clan of eel tamers in a faraway land. My connection to electric eels is something I discovered early on, but I didn’t know there were others who were like me, so this was very exciting! So exciting that I convinced Nelly to come with me to the Splatlands so I could investigate. (And with Splatsville becoming the newest hotspot for ink sports, it wasn’t too hard to convince her since she loooves playing Turf War.)

When OTH returned from their tour, Marina contacted Nelly again to tell her about Project Memverse’s completion and called her back to Inkopolis for the trial run. Order taking over and everything else happens pretty much as normal from here. Marina wanting 4 to be security is still a thing I guess, but rather than Order using their soul to form Parallel Canon, their soul is just lost in the Memverse same way everyone else’s whose Palettes are there are.

Instead, Parallel Canon is born from Nelly and OTH’s memories of me. Order sees that I’m in all three of their memories and a very close friend to them and uses that to shape PC.

I don’t have a Palette in the Memverse, but here are Smollusk’s notes on me anyway:

“Who is this woose canon?! They’re onwy in Mawina’s recent memowy, yet they seem to be vewy impowtant to her… Same for Peawl and Eight. They seem to be called “Dowian”…

Maybe they can help show those meanies the twue impowtance of order! If they see their best fwiend fighting for my perfect world, maybe they’ll finawy undewstand that this is what will bwing happiness to evewyone! Dowian shall be my new order pwotection force!”

[pauvre-lola]

the boy !!!!

[scarletrupee]

Birth

Birth 💖

[transmandorianpavus]

dowian pawvus

[burnt-toast-life]

but..... but dowian....... 🥺🥺🥺 - che'nya

[gaysebastianvael]

cuwwen wufferford.......dowian pawus.........fenwis..........sebabsian vaew....🥺

[wurstigdurstig]

Ok, now that I am replaying DAI and bothered everyone on Twitter with it and lost 5 followers it’s time to lose them here too. My new boy who uh got his lips done apparently and Dowian....

[megatheria]

dowian 

[creecher-remade]

📷🔑📻 -wife

📷 Post the 12th photo from your phone’s gallery;

me and dowian ewectwa

🔑 key to your heart;

being a pathetic male character

📻 fave song currently;

i cannot choose favorite things i hate these questions uhhhhhh ill just say turnaround road by diane cluck thats a classic

[cullywullycurlywurly]

I saw you did an ask for someone else, so I hope this isn't rude but... I really like your dad!Cullen/Cullen-family stuff you write. I'm an adoribull fan and wondered if you would do a fic or drabble with them babysitting the babies? Only if you want to!

(Thanks for this, Nonny! Love a little Adoribull on my dash!)

“Maaaayhem!”

The echoed shouts seemed to bounce from the walls, and Dorian stood at the door to the bathing room, an unimpressed curl of his lip emerging at the sight that greeted him. “Yes, because turning the flooring into one large puddle is such a good idea.”

“Aw, come on, kadan. We were just causing-“

“Mayhem.” Bull’s grin was less than apologetic. “I believe even the guard on the furthest battlement now knows that to be fact.”

“But Uncle Dowian!” Conner lisped, wet curls plastered back against his head, grinning up at him from amongst the towering bubbles that only Bull could have assumed necessary, “what’s baf’time without maaaaayhem!” The young boy thrashed in the water, drenching the front of Dorian’s robe and causing Bull to snort with laughter, the mage raising an eyebrow as he stared the boy down.

“Must you splash so ferociously, Connor?”

“It’s not mayhem if you do it sensitively, now is it?” Bull splashed the boy back, causing peals of laughter and Dorian rolled his eyes as he turned from the bathtub.

“Festis bei umo canavarum.” They had agreed to mind the children for a night while the Inquisitor and Commander dealt with a matter outside of Skyhold; Dorian had no qualms in suspecting this suddenly arising issue was simply a night alone minus the small people he was now in custody of. Even he would admit that a night alone with his love in a tent would be considered romantic compared to wrestling two wriggling cherubs into the bath.  “Come, Imogen, that hair of yours will take hours to dry. Join me in sweet, dry sanity.”

The eldest Rutherford glanced over, dressed already in fresh pyjamas, fighting with the wet tangle of blonde that covered her head and followed him wordlessly out into their parents’ private quarters. They found a spot before the fire, and Dorian found himself wondering how on earth one human being could have so much hair as he dried it with the flannel towel. He focused as he worked, enough magic flowing into the thick comb to warm it as he brushed, separating thick blonde curls with care. She nestled into him, humming along with him as he combed, and the warmth of the fireplace filled the room, the glow of the hot embers cloaking it in peace.

He had never considered himself particularly paternal (Maker knows the brats he usually encountered irked him enough to consider investing his efforts into finding a method of reproduction that entirely skipped this phase of life), and he was usually thankful children were most certainly not included on the path he found himself walking. His own experience as a child left a lot to be desired, to say the least. But the little girl currently occupying his lap had been different, as had her brother. Sure, he had gingerly agreed to hold them both as newborns as the Inquisitor had thrust them at him, regardless of the matter that babies were most definitely not his thing. But as time had passed, they had begun to speak through the crystal of their own vocation, to add notes and drawings to the letters their mother had sent north. They were no longer wailing infants needing napkins changed - they were people. Inquisitive, cheerful, entertaining little people, and their charm was compelling. He loved to listen to them play, to marvel at the ingenuity of their endless imagination, and he found himself leaving their company a little lighter in his step. Not to mention threatening to turn them all ‘Tevinter’, and watching Elicia’s amusement and Cullen’s profuse panic, had become his newest hobby.

“Uncle Dorian?”

“Mh?”

“Will you teach me more about magic tomorrow? I want to learn more about the fire.”

He chuckled as he began to plait her hair, fingers working through long tresses. “I fear your father will banish me from Skyhold if I teach you anymore, lest you burn a hole in the curtains. He can be ferocious when he is angry.”

“Daddy?” She laughed, tucking her feet together and shuffling in place. “Daddy isn’t scary. Daddy is…well, Daddy. He’s funny and he tells good stories, and he makes my favourite cocoa and he plays chess with me…” She paused, twiddling her fingers as her face fell. “ He gives good cuddles, especially when I have nightmares. I don’t think I could ever be scared if Daddy is there.”

Dorian supposed many years ago he would have been jealous, even admittedly of this little girl, for something so very natural and normal. For boasting of having a father so involved that he could calm fear with a mere hug, for wanting to spend time with a child he loved. For being the towering, strong, wise, fearless figure of a father he supposed was written into Varic’s best tales. His father had certainly never approached even mediocre, and he wondered how differently his life may have lead had he had a father that too made cocoa and wiped tear-stained cheeks. That, however, was the past and he had no reservations that Cullen was every bit the adoring father to these children out of the same devotion that he suspected the man lived most of his life with, rather than through any desire to see bloodlines preserved or familial honour. And him? Well, he played the adoring uncle, aloof enough to avoid embroiling himself in petty things such as discipline, but involved enough to receive the latest artistic master pieces by raven.

“Well, I am glad he is good at something. He is terrible at chess, and I suppose it runs in the family.”

“Hey, I beat you twice today!” Imogen reached a hand back to prod at him before she sighed, curling a blonde strand around her finger as she straightened up again. “I like having you and Bull here.”

“Well, I suppose I rather like being here too. I have many happy memories at Skyhold.”

“Can’t you stay then? And we could have tea parties each Friday, and you could read me more of the books in the library and…and…it’d be great!”

Oh, and the thought was delightful, not only for the company of his de-facto niece and nephew. A library of his own to complete, to study and to research at his leisure. Bull nearby, at his beck and call when at home, with friends aplenty and the splendours of Skyhold to behold each day. But the cruel reality of duty pulled him back from imaging such pleasures - they were not his to dream of. He completed the plait with a tut, tying the end with a simple bow and tucking it over her shoulder before replying.

“As much as I may wish it, I must return to Tevinter. I am rather important, you see. However would the Magisterium cope without me? It would be so dull, so uninspiring, and so very bland.”

Imogen leant back into him, obvious disappointment in the scowl plastering across her face as she raised her eyes, meeting his gaze as she folded her arms. “What’s so good about Tevinter? What’s it like anyway?”

“Simply breathtaking. Wide landscape, dramatic scenery, the high spires of the city…It is rather brilliant.”

“It can’t be that brilliant. I’m not there.”

“No,” he admitted with a chuckle, patting her cheek with a tender smile. “You are not, little one. I suppose Tevinter shall always be missing that.”

“We could come and visit!” The moment was broken by the arrival of Connor, perched precariously on Bull’s horns, beaming broadly from underneath a thatch of golden curls that bounced with each large step.

“Suggest that one to your father and write me with his decision, Master Rutherford.”

Bull snorted once more, lifting the boy from his shoulders and placing him down on the awaiting bedsheets. “I’d pay silver to see Cullen’s face at the idea of a family vacation to Minrathous.”

Dorian managed to hold back the mirthful sneer that threatened, only for fear of having to explain the inner politics of Thedas this side of midnight to two easily excitable youngsters. He chivvied Imogen gently from his lap, straightening the robe he wore as he stood. “I am going to fetch our bedtime refreshments from the kitchen. I will leave you in charge of the story-telling, amatus.”

“Okay, okay. Settle down, c’mon, because this story kicks a…I mean…butt. Alright…once upon a time, there was a dragon. A biiiiiig dragon. And you know what dragons mean?”

The echo of mayhem followed Dorian down the stone stairs, and he could not help but quench the bittersweet taste in his mouth with the most exasperated, yet content, of laughs.