#HEY VARRIC you won't believe this!

[high-dragon-bait]

Sorry for being a nuisance 🥰 I know you're probably getting waaaay to much of these (but you're doing such an awesome job with them 😍) and may be tired of fake banter...

but fake banter for Fenris and the Iron Bull, please? 🙏

And/Or

more banter for Fenris and Dorian, please, please, please? 🥺🥺🥺

Hello! I picked Bull and Fenris for this. It's pretty goofy since my last banter was so heavy. Also it requires a disclaimer:

Look. Sometimes. These don't go in the direction I expect. I lose control and have no choice but to write down whatever it is the blorbos want to say. I'm absolving myself of any and all responsibility here. Enjoy

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Fenris: Is there something you want, Qunari?

Iron Bull: You've got a reputation with the Vints. The things they say about the Blue Wraith... it's good to meet you.

(Third Party Member Dependant)

Dorian: Wait... Bull, are you a fan?

Blackwall: I think the man's in love!

Cole: He likes watching the blood drip to the grass. He feels warm when it matches the beat.

Solas: Tread carefully Iron Bull, our guest’s abilities can be unpredictable.

Cassandra: You are aware this is a friend of the Champion, yes?

Sera: Uh-oh. Watch out glowy-man!

Vivienne: Oh dear, I do believe the Wraith has added another heart to his collection.

Varric: Hate to tell you Tiny, but you've got loads of competition for that one.

Iron Bull: What? Not every day you meet a guy who can rip the beating heart out of a man’s chest with his bare hands. Getting to see it up close is nice.

Fenris: That's... a unique response.

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Iron Bull: Hey, Fenris?

Fenris: Yes, Qunari?

Iron Bull: Ben-Hassrath. Get it right.

Fenris: No.

Iron Bull: Uh- okay- You looking for work after this gig? Chargers could use a guy like you.

Fenris: You’d like me to join your mercenaries?

Iron Bull: We’d give you steady work. Good coin. Good drinks. The chance to stick your hands wherever you want.

Fenris: Tempting. I’m afraid I have my own uses for my talents.

Iron Bull: Oh yeah, I bet.

Fenris: What?

Iron Bull: What?

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Iron Bull: What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever ripped out of a guy?

Fenris: What answer are you expecting?

Iron Bull: A second heart? Some crazy blood crystal? Oh! A man eats his twin in the womb, never knows it, and then the last thing he sees is you rip it out of him!

Fenris: I once grabbed a man’s stomach by mistake. It was unpleasant.

Iron Bull: You're not as fun as I thought you’d be.

Fenris: I weep to hear it.

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Iron Bull: You stand taller every time we pass someone who looks noble.

Fenris: Are you about to accuse me of reflexive respect shown to those in power?

Iron Bull: Oh, I think it's reflexive. I don't think it's respect.

Fenris: What is it then?

Iron Bull: Respect would be standing so they feel important, careful you don't stare too long at the face. You look straight at them. Move your shoulders in a way that makes you look big. You let them know one step too close, and they won't get to make a step back.

Fenris: I see. Teth a, Qunari.

Iron Bull: That's all I do, Wraith.

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Iron Bull: Hate to say it boss, but all these demons might make you the worst contract we've ever had.

Fenris: I once faced a demon of pure magic and stone, lost in the pits of a forgotten dwarven thaig.

Iron Bull: Wait… really?

Fenris: We had been in the Deep Roads for a week. After being deliberately trapped and left to rot.

Iron Bull: I can’t tell if you’re joking.

Fenris: By the man who hired us.

Iron Bull: Ah, now I believe you. Shitty clients? Nothing’s impossible. 

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Iron Bull: (Groans)

Fenris: Sore?

Iron Bull: Anyone ever tell you you're heavier than you look?

Fenris: Yes. Stronger too.

Iron Bull: That part's not a problem

Inquisitor: Everything alright, Bull?

Iron Bull: Fine boss. We were just blowing off a little steam. Doing some sparring.

Inquisitor: What kind of sparring put you in this condition?

Iron Bull: My kind.

Fenris: Am I still less fun than you thought?

Iron Bull: Can't tell by just one session, Wraith.

Fenris: Then I'll have to see you tonight, Qunari.

Inquisitor: I... Please don't break anything.

Iron Bull: No promises, boss.

[greypetrel]

Hey c:

💐 for Alyra

🌻 and 🌾 for Raina

🌹 for Aisling

Hey there! :3

Another letter for 🌾, a couple of days after the Gallows.

And for Aisling... The concept of "home" is the core of her character so I'm sorry it'll be longer than necessary, oops! xD

Tis the ask game

Alyra:

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

Alyra takes it rationally. She's the perfect patient until she recognises she is sick or wounded. No point in dragging yourself up and about if your brain can't think straight from a fever and you're just there shivering, just to hinder the others. She stay put and rest until she's better and functional again. She won't be happy about it and will act grumpily for the inconvenience and the loss of time being sick nonetheless. Back in the clan it was Merrill keeping her company and chatting away not to make her feel alone. During the Blight it's Morrigan. She has... A rocky relationship with Wynne, will trust her greatly as a healer and her help is welcomed. But at the first note of a big speech over morality or what she should do, she will groan and fake to be very tired and wanting to sleep just to avoid it. Morrigan has her hedge ways to heal and is nice company to have around if you're grumpy.

Raina:

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

In people what she notices and likes most is personal coherence and how one stands up for what they believe in. She fell head over heels for Merril in Sundermount, when she confronted the Keeper and stood her ground even if it meant losing her family (which is something that would destroy Raina). Even in the little things: if you go around saying that you believe in kindness, she will notice and appreciate you stopping to pet a stray dog or give him a treat. As for things... She likes flowers growing in the most unlikely places. Dandelions sprouting from a crevice in a wall in Lowtown, she will always, always stop to blow the white puffy ones away. Pots with flowers in Darktown that are just there, apparently abandoned. Weeds creeping in in an unkept garden, or holly growing over an old oak. She's butch and will act thought and uncaring, she's the hugest softie inside.

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

Dear Kitten,

I’m leaving this here because I know you would need it.

I know you’re both safe in the Alienage, that no one would look for you there. Varric has thankfully kept you out of his books, and for once I’m happy he only included me as the love interest. I can’t but worry about the both of you, tho.

I’m not off yet, and I’m writing these words as the last things, as the crew sets up the ship and finish storing the larder, in the dull moments. They are so much duller without the both of you around, I really wished the next time I would have sailed off I would have you both at my side.

Such are the things of life, I know why you are deciding to stay, and I know why R. did. It is not a farewell but a goodbye, forgive me for being clingy when I didn’t think I could be.

Take care of each other when I won’t be around, please. I know that from the exterior it would look like the one that will need help the most is R. -as much as she tries to shrug everything off and act like she glides through life easily, with a joke and a smile, like nothing really matters, we both know better. And she will need help, by all means. Particularly now that G. is with me. I saw that look in her eyes and I know that she was affected by what happened and what she did, and will surely take the blame of everything. She’s caring that way.

Please, keep an eye on her and hold her for my sake.

And since you’re there, take good care of yourself as well, always for me. I know R. will do it (and yes I am writing to her as well, I’m sure you will read that letter too anyway, there’s no privacy with you both around and seriously you should not allow R. to borrow your toothbrush I see my fair share of scurvy and teeth ailments and you don’t want them). But anyway, I already miss you and I digress.

Take care of yourself as well for me, will you? Take care of you both. I’m leaving you with both halves of my heart and I expect the two of you to treat them exceedingly well.

Dareth shiral to you as well, my heart.

Love, - Bela

Aisling:

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

"Home" to her means not a place but a feeling. That feeling you have when you know you can be your weirdest, silliest self and not be mocked for it, when you can talk and you will be listened, when you can freely be sad or angry or happy and it's ok. Home is people. Home was Keeper Deshanna and Pavyn and Radha, home had been Ydun. Home is the nook in the library with Dorian, both sitting on the ground with books and papers scattered around and Aisling crawling in to hug him just because he's owed many, many hugs, and him letting her do it. Home is slipping in Cullen's office when she's the one that really needs a hug, or waiting to be the last ones in the War Room just to steal a couple of minutes with him and feel loved. Home is Skyhold because there are many people she loves, there, and the fortress likes her. Home will be the farm after Trespasser, because she and Cullen renewed it with love and put hopes and emotion into it. And they could do it again if the building burned down, because Home is what they make, not anything material. Home has been animals, and spending time with them. There's something extremely soothing, to her, about gaining an animal's trust, that always makes you feel at home. Sure, you can approach domestic animals by offering them food and pet an halla if you bring them an apple! But there's a big difference between an animal approaching you for a treat and one that gives you their friendship and trust. That trust is home, what never fails to bring her joy in a rainy day and make her feel at peace with the world. An animal who trusts you doesn't have any second meanings, they just learnt to take joy in your company... and you can't be that bad of a person if a skittish horse allows you to curl up against his side and take a nap without kicking you in your head, right?