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Updated my portrait of my girl Rose Trevelyan to reflect her lol actual appearance in procreate today! Inquisitor Rose is the protagonist of my Cullen x Trevelyan and Hawke x Trevelyan long fic In the Shattering of Things (and countless one shots!)
#rose trevelyan#in the shattering of things#cullen x trevelyan#hawke x trevelyan#dragon age fan art#dragon age inquisition#dragon age fanfiction#my art#dragon age fan fiction#included the anchor scar#and the wine bottle scar from Caer Bronach LMAO
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He felt her fingers weave back and forth across his skull, shaping and folding each strand of hair into place like a song. It was extremely calming for the both of them. She often braided little plaits into his hair for practicality or for fun. Sometimes they talked and joked about life, sometimes they stayed silent and contemplated it instead, but neither mattered. It was the pattern, the rhythm, that was so meditative and soothing as though with each exhale, with each comforting chuckle, the weight of all their duties washed clean from their souls. And when her hands had finished, the lovers found themselves imparted with a fresh outlook on their individual responsibilities and a brighter spirit within with which to tackle them. Before her, he’d rarely ever reached this level of relaxation outside the fade. She’d opened his heart in more ways than one and he was unsure how he’d ever manage without her.
#Yay another storytime!#I literally drew this piece so that I could draw another one that's sad :')#Dragon Age#Dragon Age Inquisition#Lavellan#Solavellan#Solas#Concept Solas#elf#elves#sketch#art sketch#long hair#Visériel#Visériel Lavellan#braiding hair#storytime#story#Dragon Age fan art#Dragon Age fan fiction#fan fiction#fan art#Inquisitor Lavellan#Dalish#drawing#fantasy drawing#fantasy sketch
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Now that I can finally talk about it—
This is the piece I wrote for Secret Sanders! @venatohru requested Anders/Jowan, which was a delight to figure out. (And to get the chance to write more Jowan! In his point of view, which I'd never done before!)
There was one thing Jowan learned from Anders on all those quiet afternoons in the Circle, as he'd boast and brag and carry on about his adventures outside: you have to destroy the phylactery.
Most of the apprentices who’d gather around him after each fresh return, wide-eyed and cross-legged on the library floor, were there because they were impressed, or bored, or looked up to the older boy as some kind of hero. Jowan would rather be off practising his spells, lest he fall even further behind Amell in class, but he’s here, quiet, at the edge of things, for Surana.
His dear friend Surana, who’s staring at the thin blond mage with a look he’s all too familiar with. Jowan knows what it’s like to have an impossible, world-shaking, all-consuming crush, ever since that fateful night when he stumbled past the Chantry, trying to bring a book back to its home as the night’s last bell neared, and saw Lily’s red hair soft in the candlelight, heard her melodic voice bring new life to Andraste’s old verse. He knows what it feels like, too, when the focus of your desire notices you in return, so he elbows Surana in the ribs. Hard.
Anders turns at the squwak he makes, and for a moment Jowan thinks Surana won’t say anything at all. But then his friend sits up a little straighter. “How’d you do it?” he asks. “How’d you get out of the tower this time?”
There’s a sparkle in Anders’ eyes as his face lifts into a smile. “What, give away all my secrets?” A rustle of interest ripples through the apprentices, a chorus of taken-in breath. A collective lean forward. “Well, alright! Just for you.” He winks, and Surana melts. Jowan just barely stops himself from rolling his eyes.
He launches into an elaborate tale involving a sleeping potion slipped to the templar by the stockroom and a perfectly timed distraction from the Circle’s resident cat. Surely an exaggeration. Maybe even outright fiction.
He doesn’t mention, Jowan notices, the logical conclusion. How days later, the templars found him. With their helmets and gauntlets on, cold and serious and stern as they clutched his arms, blood on his face and bruises barely hidden by his robes, as they dragged him back to the tower.
The same way they did that time he jumped into the lake, or when he slipped right out the front door between a lucky change of the guard, and all the other ridiculous, brave, legendary times he’s managed to escape: using that small, delicate vial of his blood, a sensitive and accurate and ever-changing map that never fails to lead them right to him.
Surely the smartest thing would have been to smash it first, back when it was still stored downstairs? He’s not sure why no one ever suggested it to him.
Read the rest on AO3.
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Before I lost my old blog, I had a prompt from my dear friend @herald-divine-hell. Luckily I had started it in a document so I didn’t lose it completely but the prompt itself might be off a bit because I couldn’t remember it verbatim. Battle sequences aren’t my forte but I think this turned out okay. Thank you for the prompt dearest! (You can find it on my AO3 as well)
Maxiana took in a couple heavy breaths, her weight supported by palms flattened into the dirt. Her staff was easily within reach but she knew that Cullen would be watching her closely, calculating her next move before she makes it. Though she didn’t need it for her magic, she would need it to deflect his blade, which would undoubtedly be swung as soon as she charged.
She closed her eyes, pulling in one deep breath while she made her choice. Her fingers dug into the dirt, feeling the electricity that flowed through the earth connecting to her magic. She smirked slightly, worried that he might see it if she let it go to wide.
Periwinkle purple lightning bolts, small yet fierce started to radiate across the ground, flowing from her going towards him. The momentary shock is all she needs to grab her staff and stand, ready to take whatever force he would bring against her.
She continued to breathe deeply, forcing a calm control over herself so the bolts wouldn’t be visible to him until it was too late.
“Are we done for the day then?” Cullen said, with a smirk evident in his voice. She remained still, giving him no indication of surrender. “Ana?”
She could feel the electricity of her magic was about to reach him, the current wanting to connect from the ground to his armored feet. She looked to her right without moving her head, calculating exactly when the electricity would hit him and the seconds it would take her to be in a defensive stance.
Cullen cried out as the lightning started crawling up his leg and she knew he’d recover quickly once she let go but she just needed enough time to deflect him. She was sure he’d be more than ready to charge at her after this move and physically he was much stronger than her. The lightning was up to his knees now, his cries slowly being contained, likely to prevent her from the getting the satisfaction of having bested him.
A strong inhale of air filled her legs and as she exhaled she let go, grabbing her staff and charging on him but he was ready by the time she reached him and the metal of her staff clanked on his shield loud enough to fill the training grounds. He was pushing back, not with all his strength she could tell, but she wasn’t backing down this time.
There was a crowd of people gathered around the ring they practiced in. Varric was taking bets. He didn’t even try to hide it anymore like he used to and Cassandra didn’t even look that bothered by it. Bull and the chargers were there and she wasn’t sure if he cared who won as the loud boom of his laughter rang out when either of them got knocked down. Dorian was with them, adding commentary perfectly paired with Bulls. Jadzia and Sera were up on the roof watching from above behind them.
“It’s ok to break you know? I won’t think anything less of you.” She teased him. They had been sparring for hours at this point. He’d insisted with the upcoming battle they would undoubtedly face when they reached the Arbor Wilds. They had no way of knowing what they would truly face and Cullen’s worry for her was evident in everything they did.
“I. Won’t. Break.” He responded, pushing with one big thrust of his shield, enough to push her back but she kept her footing enough to recover quickly. In one smooth motion, she placed her staff along her back, pulled out the hilts that served her magical daggers.
“If you say so,” she taunted, bring the electricity alive into daggers with bolts dancing along its sharp edges before charging toward him.
#my works#my writing#prompts#ask#herald divine hell#Mariana/cullen#Maxiana Trevelyan#Cullen Rutherford#Dragon age#dragon age inquisition#dragon age fan fiction#fanfiction#f!trevelyan#f!inquisitor#my ocs
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I need more writer friends.
Looking to build a wee community for writers who want to help each other improve their craft, get feedback, or just hang out and chat with other writers.
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Input from DA fam needed! I'm planning a future fanfic, and it involves Merrill's eluvian. Merrill said she kept a fragment of the mirror (the one that Duncan smashed). That's what she purified with blood magic, I assume. I'm just confused why we see a very large mirror in her house. Do y'all think she incorporated more glass to the fragment, or made it bigger with magic, or is that simply how large her fragment was all along? I will slip a confession in here: I'm obsessed with details like this.
From a follower. Can anyone help/offer input?
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Hello lovely Tumblr friends, I bring you WIP Writing for the first time in a looooong time! Here are some little crumbs, I hope you enjoy.
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The final sip of wine sends a shiver through Fenris as the bitter dregs of the Agreggio collide with the back of his tongue. The liquid trickles down his throat and the empty bottle finds itself carelessly tossed in a corner to be dealt with, likely never.
The sound of the glass hitting the floor tiles clamors through his otherwise silent Hightown mansion. He can feel it’s getting late- his muscles are sore, but are otherwise nicely numbed from the wine, and the usually unbearable chitter of Nobles that plays outside of his home most hours of the day has died down into only the occasional call of a bird.
Fenris doesn’t find himself feeling tired- he’s restless. His skin feels itchy and agitated, more so than usual, and he paces the rooms while contemplating his current situation.
It’s been almost six months with no sight or sign from Danarius. Fenris isn’t certain that he believes the threat is over. No, Fenris is quite sure as long as he can still glow the threat is present and following him. His former Master would always see him as an investment far too valuable to lose permanently. Danarius would return, it was only a matter of when.
In the meantime, however, Fenris would wait. His mansion, formerly Danarius’s, was as fine as any place to wait. There was plenty of space, even if it was littered with cobwebs and magically preserved corpses, and the wine cellar was plentiful enough to keep Fenris occupied.
Most of all, he got to be alone.
He had stored up not quite half a lifetime of memories, all spent living under the watch of another. Now he was free. Free to do as he pleased and no longer take his biddings from anyone else. Free to drink the wine rather than serve it and free to throw the bottle on the floor and not be expected to pick it up. Ah, yes, Fenris was a free man now.
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I think that for now I will keep the details of this project a secret for now, but just know that this idea has excited me in a very interesting way and there's a lot more than meets the eye here.
Tagging: @kantrips, @ellenembee, @little-lightning-lavellan, @pikapeppa, @dreadfutures, @the-dreadful-canine, @blueheaded, @tevinterdays, @emerald-amidst-gold and anyone else who feels so inclined to share something in the works.
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Chapter 32 is up!
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Old Friends
Skyhold’s library was dusty, and smelt of old books and dust, someone, a maid who drew the short straw no doubt, had gone and dusted away all the cobwebs but yet dust still clung to the ancient books.
DraxAna leaned on the stone arch of the doorway and watched as Morrigan scanned the shelves
“Well, well, well what do we have here?”
She repeated the first phrase the woman had ever said to her, in the Korcari wilds during the blight, Creators, she wasn’t even a gray warden then, it was before her joining, before Ostogar, before….
“Warden.”
Morrigan didn’t turn to look at her, instead she pulled out a book and opened it, before turning around, eyes fixed on the pages.
“It seems they just let anyone into Skyhold these days..” DraxAna smiled and walked into the room “They need to tighten their security.”
“Indeed, if they let rabble like you past the front gate.”
Morrigan looked up from the book, a small smile on her dark red lips and a glint in her amber eyes.
“Its good to see you, Mori.” DraxAna opened her arms “Properly I mean, without the entire imperial court breathing down our necks.”
Morrigan closed the book and put it back, before placing herself between DraxAna’s open arms and hugging her.
“Affection?” DraxAna raised her eyebrows “The years have made you soft.”
DraxAna looped her arms around Morrigan’s back, remembering the last time they had seen each other, The Archdemon was dead, she lived, thanks to the witch and her unborn child.
“No, that is all you're doing, Ana.” Morrigan chuckled “My one and true friend, Tis you to blame for who I’ve become.”
“Hardly fair to drop all the blame in my lap..”
DraxAna rested her head on Morrigan’s shoulder, she wasn’t as boney as she remembered.
“I have missed you, Witch.”
“And I you.”
They released each other from their hug
“Alistair is surprised..”
Morrigan laughed “I imagine he wishes I was dead in a bog somewhere?”
“No.”
DraxAna paused, listening to see if anyone was lurking around, the walls in Skyhold had ears.
“I hear..the boy is with you.”
“He is yes.” Morrigan turned back to the book shelf “Kieran enjoys the gardens..”
“Kieran?” DraxAna smiled “A nice name..”
“He will be glad to hear you think so, he idolizes the Hero of Ferelden, he is constantly badgering me to tell him tales of when we traveled together.”
“I would like to meet him, so would Ali..”
Morrigan tensed, DraxAna walked to her side and placed a hand on her arm
“I know, We spoke of never telling him…but we don’t need to, we can simply be Aunt DraxAna and Uncle Alistair..”
“Would he allow that?”
“Alistair knows how it feels to not know your Father, to wonder who the man who helped create you was..he wants Kieran to at least know him.”
“I shall think on it.”
“Its all I ask.”
With a smile, she removed her hand
“Now, I must go to the Rookery…Lily has been dying to tell me about her nugs..”
Morrigan chuckled “I do not envy you having to listen to that.”
“Its my fault, never should have given her one of the blighted things..”
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WIP Wednesday: The Campaign for Aevrienne
A snippet from the beginning of Chapter 10
Read the story so far here.
The Iron Bull’s frame filled the doorway to the kitchens of Skyhold. Heat and the smells of cooking buffeted him and his stomach rumbled in appreciation. Cook turned to him and chuckled at the sound. Bull grinned, not even a little bit sheepish.
“Andraste’s ass, it’s easier to keep that nuggalope fed than you, Iron Bull,” Cook shook her head in mock exasperation.
“That’s because Schmooples III doesn’t get to eat your cooking,” Bull said, lifting a lid off of something bubbling and delicious and inhaling deeply.
“Schmooples the third?” Cook stared, altogether forgetting to slap Bull’s hand away.
“Ah, some kind of joke between the Boss and our Spymaster, Leliana. I didn’t ask.”
“Wise decision,” Cook said, taking the lid and replacing it. She fussed at him, waving him back with her hands. “That needs to simmer, child, leave it!”
Cook’s lips had pressed into a thin line at the mention of the Boss, and her mood had shifted. Bull frowned slightly. Falling back on tactics honed through years of being Ben-Hassrath, he scanned the room and met the young kitchen maid’s eager-shy gaze. Tansy, he remembered.
He nodded at her, a gentle smile framing his greeting.
“Hey.”
“Hey, Bull,” Tansy spoke a little breathlessly. Blushing, she grabbed a broom and pretended to sweep the pristine floor.
Bull nodded and continued on. It was standard, as kitchens go. Dried herbs hung from the rafters. Some he recognized, some he didn’t. Cheese wheels and sacks of flour stacked by the door. A barrel of apples. Some flagons of mead.
Cook cleared her throat loudly, interrupting his inventory of the room.
“We finished setting out the breakfast, almost an hour ago, ser. If you’re looking for more to eat, we’ll have some glazed jelly tarts coming out of the oven just before the noon hour,” Cook spoke quickly.
Ser? He was ser now? Bull’s frown deepened. Something had definitely shifted, awakening his spy instincts.
“Nah, I’m good Cook… I think I can juuust survive until lunch,” he kept his tone light and cheeky as usual. “I’m actually here for someone else.”
“Oh?” Cook turned, intrigued. “Who might that be?”
“Uh, well. Boss, actually.”
It was Cook’s turn to frown now.
Read the story so far: The Campaign for Aevrienne
So I’ve really been struggling since my beloved Dad passed away unexpectedly last year. Fourteen months without him, but it feels like fourteen years. My life and my family feel like someone else’s.
Anyway, it’s been hard to write. I’m basing Aevrienne’s story on something that I went through - not the events themselves, necessarily, but the fallout and how broken I felt. Except I didn’t have an Iron Bull. And now what I went through has kind of been subsumed by this fresh hell which is taking every ounce of my will to keep pushing through. This new trauma - losing my Dad and being faced with the potential destruction of my family - is fresh and very, very different from what happened to me, and so it’s been difficult to put myself in the headspace of Aevrienne’s story as a result.
But I can’t stop thinking about Aevrienne.
She deserves to heal from her past. She deserves to know that she has value and worth, and she deserves to know herself once again. And she and Bull… woof. That combination still feels like it would be delicious to write, if I can do it justice.
So here’s me trying to climb back in that saddle, eyes swollen shut from a beating, blood-slick hands slipping on the reins, and fear bearing down on me like a winter-hungry bear.
#writing#fanfiction#dragon age#about writing#my process#aevrienne trevelyan#the iron bull#dragon age fan fiction
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Garrett Hawke, Champion of Kirkwall
AKA Barnabus Bird, C. Huckles, Havartus the Cheeselord
Inquisitor Rose Trevelyan’s not so secret lover
Featured in my DA:I long fic In the Shattering of Things and my yet to be published DA:2 matchmaking romantic comedy Kiss Me Moonstruck (Hawke x Trevelyan)
#Garrett Hawke#warrior!hawke#Dragon Age 2#Dragon Age Inquisition#Dragon Age Fan Fiction#Dragon Age Fan Art#My custom blue-purple man 🥰#Hawke x Trevelyan#I am stupid about this ship#my artwork#theluckywizard
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I am once again losing my mind.
This time: I went to look up references of Varric, and just typed "Varric Tethras" into the search bar. I was going to just tab over immediately to the images section, eyes barely glancing over the obvious top-result fandom wiki, then (more entertainingly, but still expected) Wikipedia link-
but. but the next one.
GOODREADS??
.... There's absolutely no tongue-in-cheek in the entry either.
(of course I immediately clicked on it who do you think I am)
There are 3 quotes from him relating to storytelling, both from 2 and Inquisition, as well as a book attribution:
The Dragon Age Novel Edition of Hard in Hightown.
ATTRIBUTED TO VARRIC TETHRAS.
with Mary Kirby*~
Absolutely unblinkingly written summary/bio.
I love this with my whole heart. Varric you beautiful bastard -- and DA writers/editors (Mary Kirby very much most importantly included) you even more beautiful, dorky, wonderful bastards.
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*if you're not in the know, Mary Kirby is a cornerstone of the DA writing team, including being the one who was in charge of Varric (and Merrill!). To say she's his "trusted human confidante" is certainly putting it one (delightful) way.
#dragon age#dragon age 2#da2#varric tethras#i love things like this idk its just so delightful to see the love for a character so clearly echoed from the writers to fans and back agai#like it makes sense HiH is on goodreads - its literally a published book! (you can read most of it in dai codex in fact)#very fun and cheeky novella - not originally planned to be written#but mary kirby did it during DAI's development during times the team would work on 'related projects' that#would flesh out/expand on the world but probably/likely wouldn't see the light of day (which is really cool and immersive)#she apparently banged out most of HiH in a WEEK as codex entries (which are only 500 words long MAX so she had a hard cap!)#woke up in a fugue state with it finished kinda vibes apparently XD#anyways a couple years after DAI she was contacted and asked if she wanted to make it into a publishable novella that'd be illustrated#she agreed and here we are lmao#but! it's By Varric *with Mary Kirby*#and idk#my lil storytelling loving heart just is so delighted about all aspects#and its lead to Varric having a true-blue goodreads profile#so much good shit in the world man#including weird lil website entries on behalf of fictional authors that have 'real' published novels thanks to Dedicated Writers#fucking impeccable shit man
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It's WIP Wednesday time
Thanks for the tag, @midnightprelude!
I'm back to working on Force of Nature in earnest—I shared the first bit of this a while ago, but the second part needs it to come full circle on some delicious breakfast pastry and Anders' new mission to figure out if his attempts to flirt with Garrett (Amell) are doing anything at all, sooooo all together now:
He finds him in the dining hall, working his way through half a dozen small plates with a book laid flat on the table. He’s not in his uniform yet, just the tall boots with a simple pair of trousers and white shirt tucked in, legs crossed as he flips a page between bites.
If Anders were anyone else, he might feel a moment of doubt at his own relative extravagance. But instead he preens the dark feathers on his new mantle’s shoulders, adjusts the skirt of his new robe, a shade between blue and green, soft fabric shimmering between his fingers, and drops himself into the chair beside Amell.
“Wow. You look…”
“Utterly ravishing?” he suggests, hands spread in a flourish. “Like exquisite taste itself?”
“Those weren’t the words on my tongue, but I’ll give you that, sure.” Anders reaches for an elaborate-looking pastry on the nearest plate, apple of some kind he thinks, but Amell knocks his hand away. “I know you’re beholden to the metabolism now, too,” he says, “but you could at least get your own.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Maker, it smells good in here. He almost stands and follows his nose to his own breakfast, but he leans forward instead. If he doesn’t ask now he might lose the nerve. “So! I have a proposition for you.”
Amell doesn’t acknowledge his words, his eyes on his book again as he marks his page and flips it shut. “You might not want to wear that today.”
“Are you trying to get me out of my robes, Amell? A bit forward of you, but maybe I’d consider it. If you let me eat breakfast first.”
“I—” He falters, just for a moment. His recovery fast enough that Anders is almost disappointed. “We have a task before us, I’m afraid. There seems to be an opening in the tunnels, a way for the darkspawn to get through. Voldrik Glavonak’s prepared to repair it, but we need to do a sweep first, kill any darkspawn that remain. Ready to face them for the first time?”
“You seem to be forgetting the ones I barbecued quite recently.”
“The first time as a Warden. On a different scale. It’s not something to take lightly.”
“I get that a lot.”
Amell raises a brow. “You wanted to ask me something?”
Well, here goes. “Things are getting bustling around here,” he starts. “The new soldiers seem pretty green—there’s already been some broken limbs in training, and don’t think I have to tell you there’ll be worse if they have to do any actual soldiering. There was a case of the coughs going around last week. Some of the families moving in have more children on the way. Amaranthine’s far.” He looks down for a moment, worrying his robe between his fingers, but forces his gaze back up. “What I’m saying is, I think I should open a clinic.”
It takes Amell a moment to finish his bite. “We already have a clinic.”
“Well, yes, but we don’t have a mage running it. And certainly not one like me. Do I have to be humble about it? I am pretty amazing.”
“You realize you’re asking to do this in your free hours? You’re a Warden first, and frankly I need you on the field.”
That’s the point, he almost says, far too fast, but holds his tongue for a beat. “I do realize that.”
Amell sits back and takes a sip from the coffee he’s never far from in the mornings, seeming to consider. It doesn’t take long. “Okay. Yes. As long as you’re not running yourself ragged, I think that’s a splendid idea, actually. Speaking of the field, though, can we talk fighting strategy?”
Anders glances over at the line for food, teeming now that it’s more than just the early risers, but before he can turn back and say anything, Amell’s nudging a plate his way. The apple pastry, after all. He bites into it with a grin. As delicious as it smelled.
“Assuming we do find any darkspawn down there,” Amell continues, ”I’ll go in close, but I’d like you to hold back. Stay away.”
“Look, I know I’m a healer, but I did study offensive magic, too—”
“I know. But you have skills that I don’t, and I’d like to use them.”
Emboldened, Anders shuffles his chair closer and reaches for the plate of bacon. Amell does, too, then freezes when their fingers brush. His hands are warm, soft, and for a heartbeat Anders lets the touch linger, until Amell snaps his hand away. Quietly clears his throat. Is he…flustered? Anders grabs the largest piece of bacon in triumph.
A no-pressure tag forward to @noire-pandora @mxanigel @potatowitch @milesmentis @effelants @cleverblackcat @mxkelsifer @noetikat @my-dumb-obsessions @glowing-blue-feathermage @delicatefade @dismalzelenka @sulky-valkyrie @dalish-rogue @pierogipie @transandersrights —I'd love to see what you're up to, if you feel like sharing.
#wip wednesday#dragon age fan fiction#anders#amell#dragon age awakening#garrett amell#there's some more context to Anders' ask here that I'll save for the chapter itself!#buuut it's probably safe to assume this is another edition of Anders Pretends to be Light and Fun and Fine
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Chapter 23 is up!
As the group travel toward the Circle of Magi, Alistair fills Dania in a little on how abominations are made (Mommy and Daddy do NOT love each other very much, and I'm pretty sure the birds got stung to death after trying to eat the bees), Dania discovers horse riding, and Leliana's thieving abilities come in handy. Once they reach the Tower, Dania reunites with someone she thought lost as they prepare to get the help of the Circle, or die trying.
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Hiiii, this is for the dragon age questions and for your darling Aisling
ESSENTIALS
04. What is their moral alignment?
LIFE
06. Which aspects of the culture they were born into holds the most significance for them?
12. How efficient are they with things like crafting potions or repairing their own armor?
DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION
06. How did they behave at the Winter Palace? Who did they support in the political scheming?
12. Did they respect the rituals in Mythal’s Temple? Who drank from the Well of Sorrows, Morrigan or your Inquisitor?
13. What do they think of Flemeth? If they drank from the Well, how do they feel about being now beholden to her as Mythal?
Hello!
Thank you so much for asking Kat! :D
There's a cut because you made me speak about my two favourite missions (with all its flaws, but I write fanfictions to fill gaps in a story, and the Arbor Wilds is the perfect match of a map I love, lore, fun banter -Solas and Morrigan should co-host a talk show where the guest inevitably tries to stop them from turn the other into a toad... and my brain is on fire.)
Tis the Prompt List
ESSENTIALS
04. What is their moral alignment?
Neutral Good.
LIFE
06. Which aspects of the culture they were born into holds the most significance for them?
The sense of community.
Acting like you're part of a group, your actions aren't really just yours, but can influence everyone else. The sense that you can survive only together, and everyone has a part to play, no matter how small.
12. How efficient are they with things like crafting potions or repairing their own armor?
Potions: she's pretty good. Her Keeper was a very skilled herbalist and she learnt well from her. She's not exceptional or a talent, and it doesn't come naturally to her, but she studied enough to be highly proficient.
Repairing armour: She can keep her armour in good conditions from fighting. As a Storm Witch, she doesn't wear much metal in her gear (too conductive, and she uses armours in enemies enough to know exactly what happens if she makes a mistake). She knows how to to maintenance, but for bigger repairs she definitely needs help.
DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION
06. How did they behave at the Winter Palace? Who did they support in the political scheming?
Contrary to most people's belief, seeing her wearing her heart on her sleeve, she behaved very well. After long, LONG weeks of Josephine training her for the task. With the super-power of the people-pleaser, she won Belle of the Ball.
On the support... With the Well of Sorrow, it's the one choice that keeps haunting her in the future.
She couldn't bring herself to trust Gaspard to stay put and let Briala tell him what to do without any retortion. In her opinion, if the man launched his country in a civil war out of ambition, he isn't one to be trusted with a throne, and he isn't one to be trusted not to try and gain some more power for himself.
She hated it to guts, but she supported Celene, believing that out of love, she'd be a little less prone to assassinate Briala than De Chalons.
Kept every single scrap of paper she found in her studio as a safeguard and is ready to take everything out and blackmail the Empress should the need occur. Yes even after she disbanded the Inquisition, Leliana is instructed to call her immediately if Celene looks at another Alienage for more than 10 seconds.
She is still not sure it was the right decision, even if she really despises Gaspard too.
12. Did they respect the rituals in Mythal’s Temple? Who drank from the Well of Sorrows, Morrigan or your Inquisitor?
Respected every single ritual, defined the floor puzzles as "quirky but fun", quarreled with Cassandra and almost broke her friendship with her over it.
Another decision that haunts her even after: she let Morrigan drink, thinking she was readier than her to face the consequences (after being assured thrice that Kieran would have been taken care of by a trusted person should something bad happen). For her, it would have been a jump in the dark with risks she hadn't considered before, and respected Morrigan enough to trust her with it. Add the fact that Solas was a little too much involved in that choice... Which never happened before. She took it as an alarm bell and trusted him thinking that at least Morrigan was prepared to face risks, knew some of them... She didn't. If hurt and it felt bitter that she didn't, but she stepped back. Kept her sister back too.
Continues with motivations in the next question.
13. What do they think of Flemeth? If they drank from the Well, how do they feel about being now beholden to her as Mythal?
Terrible mother, struggles to connect Flemeth to the Mythal she's been taught about.
It was the first crack in her faith. It kept up for 2 years thinking that she did it for the greater good and was thinking on the long run... And then well, Trespasser happened, and it's part of the reason why she took it so bad.
If she had actually drank from the Well, she'd hate being beholden by her. But like, hate to the point of asking Solas to fix that and leave the Anchor, leave her to die instead.
She feels horribly guilty about having left the Well to Morrigan. If she could turn back time again, this is the one choice she'd change in a heartbeat.
If she knew from the start, she would have pushed Morrigan away from the Well and jumped in herself, Pocahontas-style to spare her being beholden by her.
But I played that mission without knowing so go Aisling you can have one horror more.
#Beloved Quizzy I know you're Dalish and this should be yours but in the case everything goes shit-#- we can't allow to an ill-meaning entity to control the Anchor don't you think?#dragon age character questions#aisling lavellan#I am sorry for the long rambling#except I'm not#I love/hate the Arbor Wilds#that choice is done in the worst possible way they could have done it#they COULD HAVE given better reasons to Morrigan - building her relationship with the Inquisitor more for once#or like...#It would have played on the personality erasure thing too. “You can't be a Dalish first - YOU'RE THE INQUISITOR FIRST”.#I love/hate Inquisition for this#they have GOOD ideas but don't conclude one if not half-way.#good for fan-fiction (at least for me - I write to fill gaps that drive me mad) bad for playing.#look at me keeping rambling in the tags some more :"D SORRY
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