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Working on utterly self-indulgent fanfic (10/10 highly recommend this activity) on my phone and tried to swipe "Uh, yeah. I guess so," but autocarrot changed it to, "Uh, Utah. I gotta ask."
And I'm torn between, "seriously though, what a mood" and "you really don't want to know." 😂
I feel like my phone has sentience and is trolling me half the time.
It's so frustrating to see how often conversations about Anders boil down to
"I like Anders! Anyway, here's why I hate Sebastian..."
And 90% of the time it's because Sebastian reacts naturally to Anders being a mass murdering terrorist.
The rest of the time it's "won't put out" or "I'm projecting my own religious trauma onto him." And regarding the latter I absolutely get being uncomfortable with characters for personal reasons. That is valid. But it's wild to see stans just completely make shit up and then expect other people to ignore what's actually in the game and conform to their personal headcanon.
I used to see Anders as a compelling character, an example of how terrorists are not born, they're made through circumstances and radicalization. Not a particularly good person in DA2, but an interesting character who feels uncomfortably real. Someone who was basically good, with flaws that could have been improved with personal reflection and growth and people to challenge him, but instead he leaned into his (literal) inner demons and spiraled into an abuser and a terrorist. As sad as it is to see it go that direction, I think that's a much more interesting story than pretending he's just a fluffy cat-loving healer and freedom fighter, by golly!
But now b/c of fandom toxicity it's hard to see anything but the monster.
And that's really frustrating, b/c in Kali Hawke's story, she loves him at the beginning. He's a dear friend. She sees all the good that was in him. She sees the heart-rending spiral happen, up close and personal. And I need to figure out how to write that when I can't stand the bastard b/c of exhausting tumblr stans. lol
The story deserves better. I want to replay Awakening to get to know that Anders again, but that also means listening to that voice actor shithead whose name I won't mention.
At least there's Nate and Sigrun to make up for it. ♥ Ooh, and Alistair! Okay, I might talk myself into it. Hahaha.
Prompt: come over here and make me
I wasn't sure I'd be able to think of something for the prompt this week, but then I thought, "hey, I could use Alistair and Elissa for this one!"
I was half right, anyway. xD
Prompt: Come over here and make me
Universe: Dragon Age
Characters: Alistair, Ty the Mabari, Elissa Cousland
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He probably should have located both boots before putting on the first. Then he wouldn't be hobbling around camp with one bare foot, looking even more of a fool as he argued with the dog over his own property. The unrepentant scoundrel was gnawing at his left boot, and had the audacity to look up and watch him as he did so. When Alistair moved toward him, the beast growled.
"Hey now, you give that back!"
The dog stood up, sat his butt on the ground, dropped the boot between his front paws, and glared at Alistair, head high as if to say, "I dare you to come and make me."
"Oh no, I'm not falling for that."
The dog inhaled, opened its mouth and began panting. No… he was certain it was laughing at him.
"Lissa…" Alistair whined, with a mournful pout and knitted brow that would put even the cutest pup to shame. "Your mabari pilfered my boot." It had always worked on Sister Theohild, anyway.
The young woman spared him barely a glance, preoccupied with her breakfast… but not enough to realize it was dribbling down her chin. He grinned.
"Ty, give Alistair his boot."
The grin was smug as he turned back toward Ty. The dog closed its mouth and gave Elissa a whine of its own. It cocked its head and stared at Alistair as the young man moved forward with false confidence. This might go badly, but surely his armor would slow the dog long enough for Elissa to rescue him?
“You heard what she said. Don’t want to make her angry. We’ve all seen what happens when anyone does that.”
He edged forward, closing the distance. He swiped the boot– "Ha!" –and retreated to a nearby log. After his successful sally, he noticed Elissa had been looking in their direction, overseeing her dog's compliance after all. A smirk was fading from her lips.
The mabari sauntered to Elissa's side, then dropped to the ground with a dramatic huff. Were they supposed to believe bullying Grey Wardens and their boots was such an arduous task? Alistair didn't buy it for a moment. Elissa, however, curled her fingers affectionately into the hound's fur and massaged.
There's loyalty for you.
Not that he wanted her to run her fingers through his hair. Although, now that he thought about it… he supposed that wouldn't be so bad, really.
Prompt: What is my crime?
I did a prompt! This is progress for me. I was late, but I did it! lol
Prompt: "And what is my crime?" "I have this list in front of me, where do you want me to start?"
Universe: Dragon Age
Characters: Aveline, Kali-Rielle Hawke
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“And what are my supposed crimes this time, Aveline? I thought I’d been well-behaved.”
“This week? This month? The last two days…?”
A lift of the shoulder, a shake of the head, green doe-eyes the picture of innocence.
Aveline was undeterred. “Breaking into the Reinhardt estate?”
The green eyes narrowed in confusion before Hawke laughed, open and free. “Mother and I were *invited*, to have tea with them. We hardly had to break in. Are you hungry, by the way? You’re welcome to share this.” She slid the silver snack tray toward the Guard Captain, then popped a raspberry into her own mouth, taking the time to savor it before she continued. “They probably misplaced it. Could you imagine planning a heist with Mother? ‘Stand up straight, dear. Maker’s breath, this sneaking about is terrible for your posture. I do wish you’d worn those lace-trimmed heels if we’re to set foot in such an esteemed estate.’”
Aveline lifted a piece of cheese off the tray as the young woman rambled, examining it as it fell limp between her fingers. Withholding a groan, she met Hawke’s eyes again. “You’re telling me you had nothing to do with an item from the Starkhaven palace disappearing from the Reinhardt’s library?”
“Am I your first suspect every time something from Starkhaven goes missing?” Hawke waved an elegant hand toward a cracker, a gesture of rescue.
“You know exactly why I thought of you.” Maker help her, Hawke’s constant state of amusement – usually at her expense – was going to break one of them some day. She took the cracker, plopped the cheese on it, and ate both.
“Aw, that’s sweet, Aveline. You’re right. I would be happy to buy the wayward item when Lucy finds it tucked in with the family flatware.”
“It wouldn’t… What did you think was missing?”
"Souvenir spoons?”
“Fine. You’re not involved. If you do hear anything…”
“I can’t make any promises about that. But I would be happy to help you reunite stolen goods with their rightful owner.”
“Only when the rightful owner is Starkhaven’s displaced Prince.”
“I’m sure the Kirkwall Guard is perfectly capable of taking care of the rest.”
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After the visit from the Guard Captain, which she hoped was fruitless – well, aside from the actual fruit – Hawke went upstairs to her own library shelves. Fingers traipsing over her collection, she plucked out the latest addition. Wouldn’t do to have it sitting out where anyone might see it. She tucked the small book of poems into the pocket of her house dress and meandered down into the kitchen, into the cellar, into the vault. Locking it behind her, she slipped inside the secret room behind a false wall, and stepped up to the Starkhaven armoire she had rescued two months ago. She opened it with the key she kept tucked among her picks, set the book inside for safe keeping, then examined the true object of the quest inside the estate of her mother’s oldest friends.
He was a handsome old man, painted in oils and framed in intricately carved mahogany. The deep blue background highlighted the striking cerulean of his eyes. Smile lines framed them, delightfully so. His hair was wavy and grey with a neatly trimmed goatee, and his skin was beautiful bronze. His expression conveyed strength, solemnity, but for the slight press at the corners of his lips, as if suppressing a smile.
“I don’t know who you are, Messere, but I hope you’re valuable to someone.”
I really like the Wicked Fog theme on Ellipsus. It's so pretty, and it's kind to my sensitive eyes. 💜
Fell asleep with a silly idea in my head last night this morning, and I was too tired to write it down so I just thought hard about some key words:
Ice cream
Stabbing
And thanks to that previous post, I remembered to remember! No idea where it came from or why or what it's purpose is. LOL
But... Was imagining Rook and Lucanis asleep together, I guess at Villa Dellamorte for some reason? Illario interrupted them and Rook instinctively threw a dagger and got him in the leg. He's... owww! And pouty because he just meant ask if they wanted ice cream. Someone is making it.
They address his wound and Lucanis is surprised at Rook's reaction because it's... too casual? Too trusting? In a hurry? I don't remember. I just remember the reason was:
"I haven't had ice cream in ages!"
Apparently that's the post-game relationship I imagine for them when it's 3am, I'm falling asleep, and I haven't had ice cream in ages.
My sleep has been more wonky than usual lately, but the upside is I wake up in the morning with lots of fic snippets in the notes app on my phone. Nice little treat from half-asleep Past Me.
Wish I could get my brain to do that at reasonable hours.
Came across these old-ish forgotten snippets I wrote for Zeeyla and Kaidan and... She's talking about building a romantic relationship with him. 😅
"This is beyond my expertise. I'd like to build a prototype. Test it. Experiment."
[and later]
"Running stress tests sounds like a terrifying idea if not a terrible one."
