#writingnodule

[lipstickhawke]

hello yes i just found out you have a nonbinary warden and you are now my favorite human, 75/10 would admire again

 Thank you so much!!! Feel free to admire them anytime!! 

[igpitn]

ONE SENTENCE CHALLENGE: right one sentence and/or twenty words about your otp as described in like news like if they were Florida Man

lol i love you let me attempt this

Area Man Drunkenly Declares He’s Going to Marry His Sister and “There’s NOTHING you can do about it!”

[fandom-age]

text overlaid atop the dragon age logo that reads "Biggest shout-out to @writingnodule, who continues to be the real MVP of this fandom. They not only spread positivity, but their writing brings me all sorts of joy and happiness. They should get daily hugs because they deserve it."

[jewish-privilege]

also it just occurred to me, but i thought it might be a good idea to check about the mods' comfort level with me swearing using variations of "jesus christ and all his gay cousins" on posts of yours that make me worked up about antisemitic topic of the day, because while i am converting to judaism i was raised roman catholic and kept some of the potty mouth. i figured it was only polite to double check

I have no issue at all. Plus it’s funny AF.

[frompawntoqueen]

ONE SENTENCE CHALLENGE: right one sentence and/or twenty words about your otp as described in like news like if they were Florida Man

This took me so long because I look it too seriously 

>> Bone Diggers

[shannaraisles]

ONE SENTENCE CHALLENGE: right one sentence and/or twenty words about your otp as described in like news like if they were Florida Man

Sorry it’s taken me so long to get to this! I laughed SO hard trying to think of something, but I finally decided to go with Callum Hawke/Rumor, because they fit Florida Man better than any of my others.

Kirkwall Couple Suspected Of Blood Ritual With Bodies Arranged In A Giant Penis Shape; Witnesses Declare This A Fallacy

Do I need to go on there? ~giggles~ Hell, at some point, I might actually write that! Thank you, lovely!

[freedoms-call]

new challenge: put your music on shuffle, and find a way to make whatever song comes up relevant to your ship

Oh man oooooh man a big heartfelt thank you for this!!

The sun is also a warrior.Knowledge can also destroy.Nor can the kindest willPreserve you from the kill.Not all of wisdom brings joy.

Soo basically what I’m saying is AU where Anders is the avatar of an ancient god of Justice and Hawke, seeing all the suffering around, is pleading for him to bring peace but soon has to realize the problems with that request, and just listen to it aaaah!! and obviously they fall in love even though the song doesn’t have anything like that it’s just perfect! TuT 💕

Thanks so much, this was great and now I shall never unsee/unhear it, I’ll have to listen to this song 200 times now and weep, bye 

[spindlewoed]

this just in, your picture about your funky little lesbian defeating the archdemon and hugging alistair and zevran is just?? so good??? you never see stuff about the immediate aftermath that isn't sad or shippy. and like, don't get me wrong i DO love those, it was just an immediate shock. the relief at being alive and adrenaline and all that, and the CRYING. good and better and best stuff, 75/10

 awww thank you, that’s very nice of you!!! ;_;

I did want to draw something angsty with morrigan but I was very into the feeling of valle’s struggle with the blight finally over and her feeling like she’s gonna be free and happy with her friends by her side :’) luv that platonic stuff

[in-tua-deep]

hello yes that post about klaus not being believed about his powers because he never saw five's ghost hurts me on a deep and spiritual level and one day i will have my vengeance

honestly that’s fair I look forward to the day you physically manifest in my home to snipe me uwu

[prinnydraws]

what was your tabris’ initial impression of morrigan, and how did that change over time? what’s something that they used to fight about, but have since settled into a level of comfortability about? and, finally, who kissed who, first, versus who grabbed the other’s butt first?

First thoughts: wow hot witch lady

Second thoughts: Lots of curiosity. This woman who claimed to be so cold hearted and hates helping people yet has the most adorable laugh when you can get one out of her? Gotta know more about her.

They often fought over how nice Tabris was to people, how she veered off their path to do something as silly as help a kid find a doll. Helping humans despite the way they treated her. Constantly arguing over Morrigan’s attitude towards the other companions. Their relationship was mostly physical to start, so those things didn’t matter much until feelings worked their way in.

Then Morrigan started softening up, distancing herself after learning about the ritual, Tabris tried to look at things from her perspective more and realizing how much she missed the company when Morrigan pushed away. They don’t even finally confess until the night before the final battle when possible death hangs above their heads only to lose morrigan immediately after defeating the archdemon 8′ }

Annnd Morrigan kissed first, out of more passion than sentiment. It was Tabris that initiated the “real” first kiss and grabbed dat butt

[big-ass-magnet]

new challenge: put your music on shuffle, and find a way to make whatever song comes up relevant to your ship

OOH OOH OOH

this was actually really hard because about 90% of my music is instrumental soundtracks lmao I had to skip six songs

I Can’t Help Falling in Love, Strange Magic cover

Oh can’t you just imagine Hawke and Varric walking through Kirkwall singing about their love for each other while various criminals and nobles and street urchins provide the back up chorus?

[lipstickhawke]

if your oc's could find a way to speak with their younger selves, what would they say?

Thanks so much for this ask! I’m sorry this is so late djskjflfjaka

Uli Aeducan: “Your anger is justified, but that doesn’t mean you have a right to project it in the way that you do. Listen to others, and don’t take advice as a personal attack on your character. There are more important things than your pride.” 

Luanna Hawke: “There are people out there who truly do care for you, you aren’t a waste of space. You enrich people’s lives, not burden them. Learn to forgive yourself and not take the blame for things you can’t control” 

Vashti Lavellan: “Be humble and embrace change. Allow yourself to feel the pain and joy you will face in these trying times. You don’t have to be brave on your own, listen to the people you trust and confide in them. Live in the present and stop dwelling on what the past could have been.” 

[igpitn]

new challenge: put your phone on shuffle, and find a way to make whatever song comes up relevant to your ship

all i’ve been listening to is carly rae jepsen n they’re ALL applicable to fiveya romcoms i’ve been living in bliss this past weekend

[fandom-age]

text overlaid atop the dragon age logo that reads "@writingnodule is a literal cinnamon roll and you can't change my mind."

.....i have deep, deep suspicions about who sent this in, and this is a deliberate attack. full offense. in sum:

[askweisswolf]

if two of your favorite ships got into a grudge match to the death, a) who would survive b) who would refuse to fight and why and c) what would be their weapons of choice, which can include like, song or vicious interpretive dance

@writingnodule I want to apologize that this took so long! But here it is, I hope you enjoy it.

So I’m going to wing this a bit with one of my OTPs (Sigrun/BethanyYES I KNOW I’M SORRY) and a ship I’ve seen you posting a lotabout, Fenris/Isabela. I actually got some of their flirty dialoguelast time I played before I locked Isabela in so I figured hey, whynot play with two pairings we both enjoy? Onwards!

a) Who would survive?

Isabela, absolutely, hands down, no question. Nothing personalagainst my lovely ladies—and I do love Bethany and Sigrun with allmy heart—but Isabela is just the throw down, knock out type that’sgoing to do whatever she needs to do to survive. Sigrun mightmatch her in some respects as acasteless dwarf, so honestly it’d be a close call between them, butat the end of this I feel like Isabela would survive and she woulddrag a very confused Fenris along for the ride

(Basically if you want me to belogical, in any kind of long term fighting scenario I just see Sigruneventually being worn down by needing to keep Fenris or Isabela offof Bethany, and unfortunately mages just aren’t that great at closequarters in Dragon Age 2 compared to Origins or Inquisition. Sorry,Beth!)

b) Who would refuse to fight?

Bethany is just…. so tired, youknow? She’s really tired. She’s had a long life being a GreyWarden, and she knows Isabela and Fenris, and she’s just really notdown for any of this, thanks. Does it have to be a fight to thedeath? Really? She’salready dying from the Taint, guys, come on. Sure, it’s a slowdeath, but in the end she and Sigrun are probably going to die beforeFenris and Isabela somehow anyway. They’re the ones fightingdarkspawn on a regular basis and all that. This just feels likeinsult to injury, really.

c) What would be their weapon ofchoice?

Between Sigrun and Isabela,logically, I want to say daggers are going to be flying everywhere,but…well, to indulge in a bit of a headcanon I’ve always had aboutBethany and Isabela: they both know how to dance, just in verydifferent ways.Isabela sang songs on the high sea and was in some of the rowdiestbars imaginable; everything she knows about dance is light and quickon her feet, leading her partner by the nose with dark eyes andwandering hands—for pleasure or for business, she could easily doboth.

Bethany,on the other hand—her dancing is more practice than anything, thetwirls and steps of proper noble dancing. It’s nothing official, ofcourse; she mostly practiced on her own or occasionally pulled Hawkeor Carver into it, so her movements are still a little hesitant, alittle unsure, and every once in awhile she pauses or falterssomewhere to get her mind back on track with what she was doing. Butshe enjoys it, even when she doesn’t get to do it often, and it’sa love that doesn’t die when she survives her Joining.

Basicallythis is my long-winded way of saying the battle to the death becomesa dance off which quickly devolves into Fenris muttering infrustrated Tevinter and laughing quietly every time Isabela’s handsstray to cheer him up as she hums an old sea song and leads him inher steps, and every time Bethany tries to apologize for slowing downor hesitating, Sigrun just smiles and kisses her knuckles and remindsher hey, this is the best dancing she’severdone.

Andin conclusion, I’m a huge sap and this is how they end up justdancing with their partners and not dying.

[shannaraisles]

A Little Spice

A fic for the wonderful @writingnodule, who requested a little headcanony fluff for their fave ship. :)

"Don't often see you in here, Varric. Norah finally kicked you out?"

Varric chuckled at the friendly ribbing, toasting the barmaid with his tankard before he answered.

"Can't a man enjoy a change of scenery now and then?"

The woman behind the bar gave him a disbelieving look. She knew her own establishment, after all, and the regulars that had given it a rather unique reputation here in Kirkwall.

"Oh, aye?" she asked suspiciously. "Thought you'd come and partake in a bar brawl or seven, did you? I reckon you're writing another book."

"It does have something to do with writing," the dwarf conceded, laughing as he added, "I'm meeting someone, Lina."

"Rough type, is he?" Lina asked, her suspicion eased by this declaration. "I'm not going to rescue you if you're inviting trouble, you know."

"My dear Lina, only the very best sort of trouble has an invitation to my company, you know that."

Despite his confident grin, Lina looked dubious.

"Well," she said eventually, giving up on trying to talk him out of something he had clearly already decided to do, "don't say I didn't warn you."

Varric toasted her again, taking a sip from his tankard as she moved away down the bar to see to her other customers. He knew this was one of the rougher taverns in Kirkwall; indeed, it had been chosen because it was precisely the sort of place where activity of any kind wouldn't cause comment, or even be remembered in the morning. Not even being the almost famous author, Varric Tethras, was enough to draw attention in here.

Even this early in the evening, the usual suspects were at it. Raised voices in varying degrees of drunkenness, laughter, and fury provided a wall of sound, beneath with shady deals and private conversations could take place with impunity. Later on, the city guard would be necessary to break up the inevitable violence, but for now, things were as peaceful as they were going to get. Which was not all that peaceful, come to think of it.

This point was rammed home with startlingly personal experience as he suddenly felt the silken coolness of a dagger blade resting against his throat. Cold sweat broke out on his skin, the first vestiges of fight rising ... and then his captor spoke.

"Well, well, if it isn't the famous author himself."

Well, now. The relief that flooded him on recognizing that much loved voice was swiftly overtaken by rising desire. He'd only ever heard that purring tone in decidedly private circumstances. Feeling her breath warm his ear as she poured that sultry tone over him among so many strangers was more than enough to make this slightly madcap idea worth it.

"No smart words from the wordsmith? How ... disappointing."

"And what would you have me say?" he asked, trying not to grin with ridiculous pleasure. "It isn't every day a dashing dwarf is captured by the Dread Pirate Bethany."

There was a pause by his ear. The blade against his neck trembled a little, the breath at his ear stifled with a hint of girlish laughter hastily stifled.

"Dread Pirate Bethany?" she whispered, her voice far more its usual self, albeit strained with the effort of keeping her laughter in. "That's awful, even for you."

Varric chuckled, biting down on the sound before it traveled too far.

"You expect me to come up with a witty epithet with you purring in my ear?"

"This was your idea," she reminded him with a giggle, clearing her throat to resume the sultry purr that was turning his mind to happy mush. "You walked willingly into the trap, now we must arrange your ransom. I do hope they take their time paying it. You ... intrigue me."

"Oh, do I now?" He raised his brow, impressed with the way she could slide in and out of the character he had suggested she play for this date. "And am I allowed to see the one who holds my chains?"

"Hmm ... I suppose I can allow that."

The blade drew back from his neck, and he felt the suggestion of a body behind him move away. Into his line of sight stepped the beauty that was his Sunshine ... and he couldn't stop himself from snorting with laughter. Bethany had apparently raided Isabela's dubious wardrobe for the evening, even down to the lack of pants and the bandana about her hair. She looked gorgeous, but, well, she was doing an impression of Isabela. That wasn’t quite the point of this. She narrowed her eyes at him, one hand on her hip while the other waved the dagger in his general direction.

"How am I supposed to stay in character if you're just going to giggle at me?"

"Giggle? Me? Never." Pulling himself together, Varric cleared his throat. "Oh, Dread Pirate Bethany, your beauty shines like Andraste's favor. Allow me, your humble servant, to bask in your ineffable light and worship at your feet."

The knife was lowered again as Bethany rolled her eyes.

"That is cheating," she informed him, perching on a stool of her own and modestly pulling the tunic down between her legs. Just in case. "You shouldn't be allowed to quote your book, that means you have a script and I don't."

"But you are smiling, Sunshine," he pointed out cheerfully.

"I'm also half-dressed in a rowdy pub," she countered, but he was right - she was smiling, and it was the shy, affectionate smile she reserved just for him. "This really was a silly idea, Varric."

"But you tried it. That makes all the difference." He patted her bare knee, grinning when she flushed to the roots of her hair. "Let's go and get you dressed, and I'll buy you dinner. Better?"

Giggling, Bethany sheathed the dagger at her waist.

"Much better," she agreed, slipping from her stool to loop her arm warmly about his shoulders as his arm found its accustomed place about her hips. "I don't need spice and variety to enjoy your company, sweetheart."

He chuckled quietly, squeezing her hip as they passed out into the cool air of the city.

"I'll bear that in mind, Dread Pirate Sunshine."