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One of the most beautiful Han x Leia tributes on YouTube!

This song fits them so well 😍 It doesn't have a ton of views, but it's really a good Han x Leia video! Check it out!

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Han: And once again, Han and Leia save the day.

Luke: You didn’t do anything, it was all Leia.

Han: We’re a package deal, everyone knows that.

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Fictober 2018 Day 9: “You shouldn’t have come here.”

[Warden x Alistair | Alistair seeks out Haneia ten years after the Fifth Blight, and wonders what it would have been like if they had gotten their happy ending.]

“You shouldn’t have come here, Alistair.”

“You know where she is.”

Morrigan’s brow furrows. “Oh? What makes you think that?”

Alistair seethes. “Because it was you and that damned qunari that carried her off! You tricked her into leaving!”

The witch can’t help but laugh now. It had been a good ten years since she has seen Alistair, and even if he had grown out of his boyish face of 20 into a far more handsome and weathered one of 30, that did not stop him from still being a child. “Haneia was tricked into nothing by no one, I assure you,” she told him, a quick glance to the door the stood beside, listening for her son. “Sten and I decided to travel together, and she came to us the night before we left a few weeks after the Blight.”

Alistair started at this. “She came to you? As in she asked you to take her?”

Morrigan shrugged. “Both of us are too soft when it comes to our little Dalish Hero. How could we say no?”

The Grey Warden takes this in, still far more than just confused. “Why? Did she tell you why she wanted to leave?”

Morrigan sighed, and a heavy air fell around her. “Haneia was ill, Alistair. An illness of the mind. The years have not been kind to her after the Blight, and she did not want the Wardens to see as such. Or you.”

Alistair suspected as much, but still has a lamenting look at the news. “I still need to know where she is,” he finally tells Morrigan. “And you can either help me or not, but don’t get in my way.”

“You’re sure this is what you want to do?” she presses, admiring his determination, and the love he still holds for Haneia after so long. Perhaps seeing him is what the elf needed. “She is not the same woman you once knew.”

The looks Alistair gives her is all she needs.

Morrigan gives in, eyeing the Warden. “Keiran and I will leave at first light, now that the Inquisition has no more need of me. We head for the Anderfels. If you wish to accompany us, you may do so. Sten is with Haneia to the far North: you are certain you wish to leave the Wardens for this?”

“Haneia left them,” Alistair simply says. “They’ll be here if I ever come back.”

She laughs. How fitting that the two infamous Fereldan Grey Wardens would be reunited, only to abandon the Wardens in the end for each other.

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My Dragon Age OCs!

I’m doing a Fictober prompt list with these babies of mine, so here they are!

Haneia Mahariel:

Dalish elf, short white hair, green eyes (Taint darkens her eyes), dusky skin, generally quite short

Specializes as an archer rogue

Romances Alistair

A bit cheeky, but overall is very kind

Truly loves Morrigan and Sten, and wishes they would treat her more as an equal instead of someone they have to babysit

Ending: Rebuilding Grey Wardens with Alistair (who had to sleep with Morrigan, but they both did it to save Haneia)

Nianan “Ana” Hawke:

Short black hair, piercing blue eyes, pretty tall

Specializes as an archer rogue

Romances Fenris

Enormous comic and do-gooder that finds the hilarity in just about every situation

Loves all her companions greatly, people saying they fill the void her family left

Ending: Tried to stay out of the mage-templar conflict, but eventually sided with mages, but she had strong enough relationships with her companions that only Sebastian (whom she considered one of her closest friends) abandoned her; spared Anders

Sahaarial “Haara” Lavellan:

Dalish elf, auburn curly hair, maroon eyes (but Mark bled green into her eyes), dusky skin, tall for an elf

Specializes as sword and shield warrior

Romances Cullen

A fairly sullen, emotionless woman, but does wish good upon those who have proved they are worth it

Bull LOVES her, and has made it his duty to put her in a good mood (nicknames her Boss and Haari); Blackwall treats her like a child that needs protecting, and is constantly training her as if he were her father; closest with the advisors, lives for strategy

Ending: High court approval in Orlais with Gaspard on the throne with Briala behind him; Grey Wardens help Inquisition with Alistair alive and Nianan dead; Leliana inspiring Divine; mages create College of Enchanters; templars remain in Inquisition, with Templar Order disbanded permanently; Morrigan keeps Kieran; Inquisition focused on connections

Fictober 2018 Masterlist | Day 1 ->

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Fictober 2018 Day 10: “You think this troubles me?”

[Warden & Morrigan | The usually dismissive Witch of the Wilds listens to Haneia’s fears one night, and Morrigan reveals something of her own.]

A thick fog lay over the freshly fallen snow, obscuring Haneia as she sits before the dying fire. She’s left Alistair to his deep sleep, warm enough without her, to think and reminisce.

The flames flicker, and the elf notices a figure sit next to her. The two are silent for a few moments before Haneia asks, “Do you miss the Korcari Wilds?”

“As they are, teaming with darkspawn?” Morrigan laughs. “I think not. Do I miss my mother and her hut? Even less.”

This does not help Haneia’s mood. “You grew up there, and you don’t miss it even a little?”

“You think this troubles me?” Morrigan muses on this. “Perhaps sometimes I yearn for my place there, where danger threatens me less. The solitary life is one to be missed on occasion.”

“You’d rather be there?”

The witch glances down at the hunched elf. “Do you wish to return to your clan in the North?”

“I-” But Haneia cannot lie about something so blatant. “I’m glad I’m here, with Alistair, and with you and the others, but I do miss my home.” She pulls her arms tighter around her. “Too much has changed for me to ever return as one of the Dalish. I have the Taint, and I hardly speak the Dalish tongue these days. I wouldn’t belong.”

“Perhaps not,” the older woman agrees. “But is there not enough here to make you feel as if you belong?”

The looks up, frowning. “You mean this little camp?”

“No, child,” Morrigan laughs, leaning closer. “Your companions. The Grey Wardens. All of it. Do you not see all this as a home as well?”

“You say that like you’re not part of it, Morrigan,” Haneia notes. “Don’t you think of it as a home?”

“If you did, then yes, I could come to see all this ragtag hero nonsense as a sort of home,” Morrigan admits, smiling despite herself. “In any case, you lot have been a better family to me than Flemeth ever was.”

Haneia grins, glad to see more than just disdain from the woman. “Even Alistair?”

Morrigan snorts. “Let’s not go too far, my friend.”

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Last Line Meme

Thanks @schoute for tagging me!! Here’s a look into the rewrite of Silver Spires which I swear I’ll publish soon

The stillness of the falling snow entrances Haneia. Though that chaotic year had been nothing more than that, a year, it felt akin to eternity. Her two decades of peace had been a flash before her eyes in comparison. All these good things paled to the horror of that year.

“You will be nothing more than a snowdrift if you remain here.”

Morrigan comes beside the elf and wraps her shawl around Haneia. They sit together a while, watching the wintery landscape stretched out far beyond their homestead.