#dao alistair

[5queerducksinatrenchcoat]

origins alistair was an incredibly emotionally neglected 20 year old who'd just lost the first person in his life to really, like, give a shit about him and was forced into a super high pressure situation with basically a stranger

you can be as whiny and annoying as you want babygirl dw I gotchu

[nikiferous]

got hyperfixated on dragon age, uh, late to the party

[aghostwithnoname]

Every queer friend group must include (Dragon Age/ Baldur's Gate edition)

The goodest golden retriever boyfriend ever who has a ‘you’re dead to me’ relationship with his noble dad and will always sacrifice himself to save the people he loves

A “whore” who does not know the meaning of true intimacy after years of exploitation and torment but still tries to stay silly

A church girl who has an insanely intense love for both god and pussy

A grandma sick of your bullshit who can and WILL beat your ass

A magical cat dad ready to blow up

A powerful bitchy goth lesbian with sad eyes and mommy issues

An asexual agender queer who once moonlit as a lawn ornament and developed an unhealthy aversion to pigeons afterwards

A tough lovable warrior with trust issues who just wants a hug and probably also to get laid

A stoic foreign tourist who really loves big swords but hates talking about their emotions

The bestest boy

a bear that will finish you off one way or another

[versusvirtuous]

[copdog1234]

I have played Dragon Age Origins quite a lot by now, yet this is the first time I've ever heard Alistair say, "New tactic... bite... ankles!" When his health was low.

He's such a silly little guy lmaoo

[firlachieldraws]

The one good thing about the Blight? Getting to run around in Ferelden with this dork.

[ivys-archive]

my type in men: men who cry about how much they love their wife

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What is a narcissist?

What characterizes a narcissist? I've encountered this term frequently, not because my friends or colleagues have applied it to me, but rather due to my older sister's frequent use of it. She appears to believe that I fit this description. To diagnose someone with Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD), five out of the nine criteria from the DSM-IV-TR are necessary. Some of the traits associated with NPD include a heightened sense of self-importance, preoccupation with fantasies of power, wealth, success, and love, a constant need for admiration, a belief in one's uniqueness, a lack of empathy, arrogance, entitlement, a preference for associating only with important or special individuals, and a tendency to exploit others for personal gain.

It's crucial to distinguish between narcissism and narcissistic personality disorder. Narcissism refers to certain exhibited traits in a person, where they don't meet enough criteria to be categorized as having NPD.

Allow me to elaborate on the fact that most of us possess elements of personality disorders to some degree. For instance, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) is one of the most commonly discussed ones. Each of us experiences varying levels of OCD tendencies. Similarly, anxiety and periods of depression are universal; the key lies in the extent to which these disorders disrupt our daily functioning.

This principle applies to both narcissism and NPD. Celebrating our achievements occasionally and taking pride in reaching goals are healthy behaviors. There's no issue with that. Therefore, if someone labels you as a narcissist or suggests you have OCD, don't be overly concerned. More often than not, they might be projecting their own emotions onto you. Give them space to express themselves, and eventually, the genuine truth will emerge.

Examples and Anecdotes: Imagine a coworker who consistently seeks praise for their achievements and often downplays the accomplishments of others. While this behavior might seem narcissistic, it doesn't necessarily meet the criteria for NPD. On the other hand, someone with NPD might manipulate their colleagues into doing their work for them, exploiting their desire to please for personal gain.

Treatment and Coping Strategies: For those dealing with narcissism or NPD, seeking professional help from therapists or counselors is a crucial step. Cognitive-behavioral therapy and other therapeutic approaches can be effective in addressing the underlying issues and promoting healthier behaviors. Developing empathy, self-awareness, and coping strategies are integral parts of the recovery process. For friends and family, setting boundaries and encouraging open communication can help manage interactions with individuals exhibiting narcissistic traits. Remember that change takes time and dedication, but it's possible with the right support and commitment.

Source: What is a narcissist?

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Reflections in the Water - Alistair*Warden (+18)

Warning : Explicit | This is a gift for Domi_nolife (a friend) ♡

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The clearing stretched out peacefully, bathed in the soft light of dusk. The constant roar of the waterfall dominated the space, a soothing sound that strangely contrasted with the chaos that had reigned earlier. The air still carried the metallic scent of blood, mingled with the damp earth and crushed leaves. Alistair stepped forward cautiously, skirting the sparse trees bordering the area, his boots pressing into the mossy ground.

He had left the main camp under the pretense of scouting the area, but in truth, he needed solitude. The battle had been harsh, exhausting, and though they had emerged victorious, the adrenaline was fading, replaced by a heavy weariness. His shirt, stained and torn, clung to his damp skin, while his sword hung limply at his side.

As he approached, he welcomed the coolness, the moisture in the air saturating his senses. The waterfall's rumble was almost hypnotic, drowning out his thoughts. But it wasn’t the sound or the beauty of the falls that caught his attention as he emerged from the trees.

She was there.

Beneath the silvery curtain of water, her silhouette stood out with an almost startling clarity. Her movements were slow, deliberate, as she washed away the dust and blood that had accumulated throughout the day. She didn’t seem to notice his presence, too focused on her task—or perhaps simply confident she was alone.

Alistair froze, his breath caught in his throat. His eyes roamed over every detail of the scene, capturing the image as if it were a dream. The twilight’s light, filtering through the trees, danced on the water, casting shadows and reflections across her bare skin. Droplets sparkled like fleeting stars, accentuating the curves of her body in a way that was both subtle and striking.

His mind wrestled with conflicting emotions. The exhaustion and pain of the day melted away, replaced by a sudden heat, an irresistible yearning he could scarcely name. But alongside it was hesitation—a mix of respect and doubt. Did he have the right to intrude on this moment?

And yet, he couldn’t look away. She was breathtaking, but it wasn’t merely her physical beauty. It was her serenity, the way she seemed in harmony with this moment, as if the waterfall was enveloping her entirely, cleansing more than just her body—her doubts, her fears, the horrors of the battle.

Alistair took a deep breath and briefly averted his gaze, trying to convince himself he needed to leave. He had no right to stay there, hidden like a thief. But as he took a step back, a branch snapped beneath his foot.

She turned her head sharply, her eyes meeting his through the veil of cascading water.

Alistair felt his heart skip a beat. For a fleeting moment, he braced himself for an outraged reaction—a righteous anger he wouldn’t have blamed her for. But instead, a slow smile spread across her lips. That smile—playful, knowing, almost provocative—was enough to erase any trace of guilt lingering within him.

She didn’t move, didn’t try to shield her nudity. On the contrary, she remained beneath the waterfall, her hands continuing their gentle glide along her arms, as though his presence was neither surprising nor unwelcome. Alistair found himself utterly disarmed, caught between the urge to apologise and the irresistible desire to stay.

"Are you planning to stand there all evening ?" she teased, her voice playful and carried by the roar of the water.

He felt a flush creep up his neck, a familiar reaction he could never quite suppress. He hesitated, opening his mouth to respond, but no words came. It was she who broke the silence.

"You’re covered in blood" she remarked, tilting her head slightly "You should join me and wash up."

It was an invitation, gentle but unmistakable. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips, and for the first time in hours, his shoulders relaxed. Alistair had never been particularly good at resisting temptation, especially when it came from her.

Slowly, he began undoing the buckles of his belt, sliding off his sword and sheath to lean them carefully against a nearby tree. His hands moved to the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head and revealing skin marked with fresh cuts and bruises. His eyes never left hers, and she didn’t look away either.

Finally free of his clothes, he stepped toward the pool, the cool water lapping at his legs and gradually climbing to his hips. The sound of the cascade grew louder as he approached, its silvery curtain forming a moving barrier between them.

The moment he stepped beneath the falling water, the world seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of them.

The icy water of the cascade streamed over Alistair, awakening every nerve in his body with a sharp, almost painful intensity. The biting cold was a stark contrast to the warmth blossoming within him every time their eyes met.

She stood before him, the water cascading over her shoulders and down her back, her dark locks plastered against her skin. Under the filtered light, she seemed otherworldly, almost ethereal. Alistair stepped closer, each movement making him acutely aware of their solitude, the murmuring of nature around them, and the strange intimacy of the moment they shared.

"You’re scaring the fish" she teased, breaking the silence with a playful smile.

He chuckled softly, his laugh nearly swallowed by the roar of the waterfall "I doubt there are any left with all this racket" he replied, nodding toward the thundering cascade.

Despite the levity of their exchange, he could feel the undercurrent of tension. Every glance, every motion carried an electric charge, an unspoken promise hanging between them. The water made their movements slow, almost hypnotic, as if time itself had paused to give them this stolen moment.

He raised a hand, hesitating only briefly, and brushed away a strand of her wet hair that had fallen across her face. She didn’t flinch, her deep brown eyes locked on his with an intensity that stole his breath. Alistair had never been skilled at hiding his emotions, and he knew that everything he felt—admiration, desire, vulnerability—was written plainly across his face.

"You’re... incredible" he murmured at last, his voice nearly lost in the waterfall’s roar.

She rolled her eyes, but he noticed the faint flush of pink blooming in her cheeks "You’re an idiot" she replied softly, though her smile betrayed her words.

The water continued to cascade around them, making every touch more vibrant, every shiver more intense. When he placed a hand on her shoulder, her skin felt cool and smooth, a striking contrast to his, still bearing the heat and grit of battle. She didn’t pull away; instead, she placed her hand over his, tracing her fingers gently over the fresh scars marking his knuckles.

"You always get hurt too easily" she murmured, almost to herself.

"It’s what I’m made for" he replied with a wry smile, though his words carried a quiet weariness.

She lifted her eyes to him, and a wave of warmth swept through him once again. This was more than mere physical attraction. It was her—completely her—that he desired: her courage, her strength, the way she looked at him as if he were more than just a man.

Without further thought, he leaned in, the water forming a translucent veil between their faces. His lips brushed her cheek first, testing gently, before finding hers. The initial contact was soft, almost hesitant, as if they were rediscovering each other despite everything they had endured together.

But the kiss quickly deepened, growing more certain. His hands slid down her arms, then found her waist, pulling her against him. Water cascaded between their bodies, heightening the sensation rather than diminishing it. Her fingers clung to his shoulders, seeking an anchor as the world around them seemed to dissolve.

Alistair felt his breath quicken, his heart racing faster than in any battle. In that precise moment, with the cascade isolating them from the rest of the world, there was nothing else but her. Just the two of them.

The water running over his skin felt like sharp, electric caresses, yet it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from their bodies—united, breaths mingling, sharing a closeness that defied words. Everything around them faded; the roar of the waterfall became a shroud, muffling the outside world, cocooning their intimacy.

His broad, sure hands moved to her hips, sliding slowly up her sides. Water trickled between his fingers, but he paid it no mind. Every curve, every shiver beneath his touch etched itself into his memory. His lips, warm and insistent, found the hollow of her neck, kissing her damp skin with a tenderness tinged with raw desire.

She responded with equal passion, her hands tracing burning lines across his back. Her fingers brushed over the scars etched there—memories of past battles—but here, beneath the waterfall, all of it seemed so far away. It was just him, with his strength and vulnerability, and her, with her warmth and courage.

"You’re beautiful" he murmured, his voice low and rough as his lips brushed hers again, the kiss both tender and filled with a promise of intensity.

She answered by pressing herself closer to him, her movements deliberate yet unhurried. Alistair felt the tension in his muscles melt away, replaced by a total surrender to the moment. Their movements were natural, fluid, like a dance guided by their shared desires.

When he lifted her slightly, bracing her against the rocky wall behind the cascade, she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him even closer. The water cascading over their bodies seemed to amplify every sensation, making each touch more vivid, each shiver that ran across her skin mirrored in him. Every muffled gasp was lost in the roaring waterfall, drawing them closer still.

Alistair paused for a moment, his gaze locking with hers. Her eyes shone with a soft, almost otherworldly light beneath the cascade. He wanted to be sure she was okay, that every move was shared, mutual, and desired.

"Are you sure ?" he asked, his voice barely audible but brimming with tenderness.

She answered by placing a hand on his cheek, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw "I’ve never been more sure of anything."

That was all he needed. He kissed her again, deeply, his movements growing more confident.

The future Ferelden’s king tightened his grip on her hips, his hands strong yet gentle. The cool stone wall behind her was a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from him. The water streamed around them, making their skin slick and every touch between them even more pronounced.

Alistair shifted his hips slightly, adjusting their position. Her already heightened sensitivity felt the electric contact of his hardness, hot and unyielding. The sensation sent a shiver racing up her spine, her breath catching for a moment. She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip to stifle a moan.

The water complicated their movements, its slippery touch teasing and irregular, only serving to heighten her desire. She felt every glide, every calculated movement of his hips, stirring an impatience within her that was becoming harder to contain.

"A-Alistair..." she murmured, her voice a blend of plea and frustration, her breath coming in short bursts.

But he smiled softly, his expression tender yet teasing "Patience" he replied, his voice rough, nearly breaking under the weight of his own desire.

He continued to tease her, brushing her slick entrance with the tip of his hardness, applying just enough pressure to make her arch against him. Every movement, every touch, seemed designed to test her limits, to bring her to the edge without letting her tumble over completely.

She could feel her own desire, hot and insistent, mingling with the water flowing around them. The sensation was almost too much to bear—the wetness, the cold water contrasting sharply with her inner heat, and the growing impatience burning within her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails pressing lightly into his skin.

“You’re doing this on purpose…” she breathed, her voice a mix of exasperation and laughter, her cheeks flushed with desire.

He chuckled softly, his warm breath ghosting against her ear “Maybe a little… but only because you’re so cute when you lose patience.”

At last, Alistair slowed his movements, aligning his body with hers with deliberate care. When he entered her for the first time, it was with an intentional slowness, almost reverent. The sensation made her arch against the stone wall, her lips parting as a moan escaped, no longer able to contain it.

The water continued to cascade between them, making their movements smooth but elusive, as though each moment forced them to readjust, to savour the experience more deeply. Attentive, Alistair murmured to her softly “Are you alright ? Am I hurting you ?”

She nodded, her eyes bright, a trembling smile gracing her lips “No… it’s perfect.”

The coolness of the water trickling over their bodies heightened every sensation, making each movement even more electrifying. He paused for a moment, his eyes locked on hers, silently seeking her consent. His hand caressed her hip gently, his fingers gliding over her damp skin, as she nodded softly, her gaze alight with longing.

He began to move slowly, each roll of his hips measured, as though he wanted to savour every second. His motions carried a tenderness that didn’t hide the depth of his desire. He wanted to remember every sigh, every shiver that coursed through her body in response to his touch.

The Warden arched slightly against the stone wall, her hands clutching his shoulders as if she feared losing herself in the overwhelming tide of sensations. Her lips trembled with the effort to stifle her moans, but the growing intensity of his caresses and movements pushed her ever closer to her limits.

Alistair, despite his measured movements, felt the tension building within him, barely restrained. Each thrust awakened a hunger he struggled to contain. His forehead rested momentarily against her shoulder, his warm breath ghosting over her skin as he murmured "I want this to be perfect for you…"

But she didn’t want restraint, not now. Her nails raked down his back, leaving trails of pleasure, and she whispered in a trembling voice "Then stop holding back…"

Those words seemed to shatter the chains of his patience. His hand slid to her hip, gripping her with more intensity, while his other hand braced firmly against the wall to steady their movements. He quickened his pace, his hips colliding with hers with growing fervour.

The moans she had so desperately tried to stifle became harder to contain. She bit her lip, attempting to maintain some semblance of control, but each thrust, each deeper stroke, pushed her closer to complete surrender. Her nails dug into his skin, leaving red marks, as she tilted her head back, her eyes half-closed in bliss.

Alistair let out a low growl, a mixture of pleasure and exertion, his muscles taut under the strain of their movements. His hips met hers with an almost primal rhythm, every motion drawing a sigh or a moan from them both.

The water continued to cascade around them, making their bodies slick, heightening every sensation. Each thrust was more intense, more forceful, his ragged breaths blending with hers as they lost themselves in each other.

His hand on her hip slipped slightly, gripping her waist to adjust their position, anchoring her more firmly against him. His words became husky murmurs, barely audible between their gasps "You’re incredible… so beautiful… so perfect…"

She answered with a muffled moan, her body trembling from the pleasure he was giving her. Each powerful stroke made her arch further against the wall, the roughness of the stone amplifying the rawness of their union. She was aware of their vulnerability here, that someone could discover them, but that only made each moment more exhilarating, more charged.

Alistair, seeing her pleasure, leaned in to capture her lips, nipping them gently before murmuring against them "I want to hear you… don’t hold back."

At those words, she let go of her final inhibitions, allowing her moans to spill out, resonating in the space around them, drowned out only by the roar of the waterfall.

Their movements grew increasingly chaotic, driven by the thrill of the moment. The Warden, pinned against the stone wall, could feel every taut muscle in Alistair’s body, every thrust deeper, more intense. She clung to him, her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs still locked around his waist, as the tide of her own pleasure rose within her, unstoppable and consuming.

When the tension reached its peak, she let go. Her body arched against his, a moan escaping her lips, unrestrained this time. Her head fell back against the wall, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she reached her climax, waves of shivers coursing through her body.

The sight of her pleasure, the sound of her surrender, broke the last of Alistair’s restraint. Feeling his own release approaching, he quickened his movements, each thrust more urgent. His groans and ragged breaths matched their rhythm, his muscles trembling with exertion and desire.

In one final surge, a deep growl escaped him, his face buried in the curve of her neck as he, too, reached his climax. His movements slowed, though he remained pressed against her, their ragged breaths mingling, their bodies trembling from the sheer intensity of the shared moment.

Silence gradually enveloped them, broken only by the constant sound of water cascading over their bodies. Alistair, still slightly breathless, lifted his head to meet her gaze. His eyes glimmered, filled with boundless tenderness, and a soft smile curved his lips.

"Are you… all right ?" he murmured gently, his forehead resting against hers.

She nodded, a small, nervous yet satisfied laugh escaping her lips "More than all right… You’re amazing."

A bashful smile crossed his face, but he leaned in to kiss her softly, his lips capturing hers in a kiss no longer driven by primal desire but by pure love.

His hands slid down to her hips, still supporting her, before he carefully set her back on her feet. The Warden wobbled slightly, and he quickly caught her, a quiet laugh rumbling from his chest "I think I’ll have to carry you back to camp."

She rolled her eyes with a smile, placing a hand on his chest "Stop it, or I’ll leave you here on your own."

He shrugged playfully "Too late, I’m yours."

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still trembling, but their hearts light. The water continued to flow around them, yet everything felt quieter, more serene. Alistair ran a hand through his wet hair, looking at her as though she were the most precious thing in the world.

"Maybe we should head back before someone starts wondering where we’ve gone..." he murmured, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips.

She nodded, but before moving, she placed a hand on his cheek, her fingers gently tracing the contours of his face. "Thank you, Alistair."

He frowned slightly, curious "Thank you for what?"

"For loving me the way you do."

His smile widened, and he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead "I don’t know how to love any other way."

Hand in hand, they left the cascade, carrying with them not just the satisfaction of their union, but the undeniable depth of a love they both knew was truly one of a kind.

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[hrefna-the-raven]

I'm sorry Cullen, I do love you but Alistair always has my heart ❤️

[del-hayelite]

Have you ever licked a lampost in winter?

[cussundria-nerd-kneal]

Lmfao no, its not, but its still hilarious

you get so used to alistair that you forget “well! he’s not half as dead as he looks, is he” and “look there, poor slobs! that just seems so excessive” are not actually normal ways to respond to people having been mangled by darkspawn

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What is a narcissist?

What characterizes a narcissist? I've encountered this term frequently, not because my friends or colleagues have applied it to me, but rather due to my older sister's frequent use of it. She appears to believe that I fit this description. To diagnose someone with Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD), five out of the nine criteria from the DSM-IV-TR are necessary. Some of the traits associated with NPD include a heightened sense of self-importance, preoccupation with fantasies of power, wealth, success, and love, a constant need for admiration, a belief in one's uniqueness, a lack of empathy, arrogance, entitlement, a preference for associating only with important or special individuals, and a tendency to exploit others for personal gain.

It's crucial to distinguish between narcissism and narcissistic personality disorder. Narcissism refers to certain exhibited traits in a person, where they don't meet enough criteria to be categorized as having NPD.

Allow me to elaborate on the fact that most of us possess elements of personality disorders to some degree. For instance, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) is one of the most commonly discussed ones. Each of us experiences varying levels of OCD tendencies. Similarly, anxiety and periods of depression are universal; the key lies in the extent to which these disorders disrupt our daily functioning.

This principle applies to both narcissism and NPD. Celebrating our achievements occasionally and taking pride in reaching goals are healthy behaviors. There's no issue with that. Therefore, if someone labels you as a narcissist or suggests you have OCD, don't be overly concerned. More often than not, they might be projecting their own emotions onto you. Give them space to express themselves, and eventually, the genuine truth will emerge.

Examples and Anecdotes: Imagine a coworker who consistently seeks praise for their achievements and often downplays the accomplishments of others. While this behavior might seem narcissistic, it doesn't necessarily meet the criteria for NPD. On the other hand, someone with NPD might manipulate their colleagues into doing their work for them, exploiting their desire to please for personal gain.

Treatment and Coping Strategies: For those dealing with narcissism or NPD, seeking professional help from therapists or counselors is a crucial step. Cognitive-behavioral therapy and other therapeutic approaches can be effective in addressing the underlying issues and promoting healthier behaviors. Developing empathy, self-awareness, and coping strategies are integral parts of the recovery process. For friends and family, setting boundaries and encouraging open communication can help manage interactions with individuals exhibiting narcissistic traits. Remember that change takes time and dedication, but it's possible with the right support and commitment.

Source: What is a narcissist?

[stealingpotatoes]

I saw you’re into Dragon Age too! Are you playing Veilguard at all? ☺️

And I’m interested to know who your protags and romances from the last DAO/DA2/DAI are! ☺️

i don't personally own dav but i've been playing it with my friend @highladyofdusk!! as for your second question, this my "canon" worldstate!!

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[honeycombstrudel]

Doodle of Alistair that I ended up liking + cleaning up hehe :)

[catlanterns]

POV: You're giving them a discount on injury kits because they found your lost child or smth

[pupkinpumpkin]

*LONG INHALE*

DaO: Alistair. I WAS gonna romance Leliana my first time, but Alistair was super funny and he was very sweet in the way he flirted so I was like, why not? Maybe I'll end up liking him in the end (spoilers: I never did, I personally see him in a brotherly way). So I romanced him as Surana, and I made him stay a warden bc he wasn't happy as a king right? Well that funny little fade quest in Inquisition happened and I decided I was going to leave Alistair behind bc I just cared about my Hawke too much, but he started saying shit like "Oh I can't wait to be back with the love of my life and we'll finally be together and no one can tear us apart" and UGHHH FUCK, so after some deliberation, I left Hawke but that felt horrible, so I decided to make my canon HoF a Cousland so Alistair and Hawke DONT FUCKING DIE ON ME and he can still be happy as king with my Cousland besides him as queen

Da2: Anders. Honestly, no one in Da2 was my type, so I chose Anders because he was the most narratively intriguing one as a non mage. I'm personally not a fan of his romance path because most of it is " Are you sure are you sure are you sure are you sure I love you Are you sure?" Which I understand, but kinda gets me down. He does have some really sweet lines tho like

"No mage I've known has ever dared to fall in love. This is the rule I will most cherish breaking." That's pretty rad.

I also like the equally sweet but also slightly disturbing,

"I would cover us in blood to protect you"

But ya, I think the narrative parallels to Leandra leaving a life of wealth and fame for an apostate mage (Malcolm) and Hawke leaving her life as champion and the wealth that almost doomed her sister (until Anders helped) to be with Anders is super rad. Plus like, Hawke literally CANT kill Anders in the end. She blames all the deaths and failures in her family on herself, so to kill Anders, the man she loves, would completely break her. She does take awhile, probably a few years to fully trust him again while they're on the run

Dai: Cullen. He is the only person I have romanced that I am genuinely attracted to. I love men who are awkward and can't flirt. Plus, as someone who played Dai first, I think seeing where he is now in DAI and then going back and seeing his journey to being there is absolutely heartbreaking. I mean, he's done and been complicit in things that I can't justify and I won't, I'm aware of that, but in DAI he's trying so hard to work on himself. He complains when you ally with the mages, but he says he won't endanger your alliance. He knows how cruel he's been to mages unjustly and is trying to unlearn that prejudice that's been taught and reinforced to him. He also decides to give up lyrium! On his own! He only goes back to it if you specifically tell him to go back on it, but in the romanced route, you can ask him what HE wants and he tells you that he doesn't want to take it again. His nightmares are worse without lyrium and he gets headaches but he wants to become a better man and knows that if he can get off lyrium, then so can other Templars. He even starts a clinic in the post scenes of Trespasser! I understand why some people will never be able to forgive him, I do, and that's completely understandable, but I think his journey into being a better person is so beautiful and when you romance him, you don't fix him, because that's his journey, his task, but you're his rock. You're there for the highs and lows and you will stay by him no matter what comes. Some may see his romance and Cullen himself as vanilla and boring, but to me it's a romance of support for both Cullen and the Inquisitor as they lean on each other to deal with their burdens and trauma together (especially w my Inky's backstory, poor girl)

Also the first time I finished DAI I finally realized he has curly hair which is an absolute plus for me bc I am so attracted to people with curly or wavy hair oh my god

i’m really curious about who people romanced over the 3 dragon age games & why

here, i’ll go first:

da:o, alistair because he made me laugh

da2, fenris because i was a mage and by god i was going to make him love me

da:i, solas because some cruel god of love decided to play an awful trick on me by making me fall for him

[andrastesbooobs]

Butch Alistair... Butch girlkisser Alistair Theirin..