I took my time getting around to this, I could have done a better job as well. <.<
Poor Angry Pup didn’t trust anyone at first, he just wanted to go home, but then he started to warm up to people then Dorian came along and ruined his life for the better!
lateforerebor replied to your photoset: This game is just so damned pretty
Omg yesss. I played it week ago. The voice actors and music is super good too!
The music is actually how I found out about it. It appeared on a list of video games with amazing music and I listened to the soundtrack and URGH fell in love and yeah I had an afternoon/evening free so figured I’d finally play it
I did not expect it to tug at my heart so much though. Like, damn! Such a good game (and I just love how english it is :P)
@lateforerebor replied to your post: @lateforerebor answered your question: ...
Try changing the font colour to something a little bit darker. OR BOTH size and colour haha (also yay for the titles! I can fianlly add the original ones in my masterpost 8D)
@kurosmind replied to your post “@lateforerebor answered your question: OKAY. So...”
Yess it looks amazing! But yeah I think you should make the description in the boxes a little more readable, maybe a darker color?
Yes yes - good call! I just left it default because I am small and weak, but how about now? Is it better? Worse? Needs more darkness/ font size?
@lateforerebor answered your question: OKAY. So I’ve started working on my FANFICTION...
holly shit, that is one hella long side page and it’s not even done :0 I would change the font in the little boxes because right now it’s kinda hard to read (or maybe i’m going blind lol)
@lateforerebor replied to your post “I’m not sure whether to be amused or pissed off that someone requested...”
How uncreative you must be to take something that's not yours (against your clear disapprove too!). People are shitty like that >_> Good thing they failed.
Pretty much the only thing giving me solace right now haha god I am petty
Present for @lateforerebor, who is the sweetest person ever and a wonderful friend and artist! ( ´ ▽ ` )
Here is a fluffy fic with Vax and Dorian - I hope you will like it and HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN, YOU SWEET HUMAN BEAN
Vaxus spreads over Sera’s couch and wines. The small leather book in his hand is still blank and he is playing idly with a charcoal pencil resting on his pursed lips.
“Give me ideas.” he whines louder, causing Sera to roll her eyes and sigh.
“I told you, I have zero ideas too. Who friggin’ knows what a Tevinter likes?” She scoffs and goes back to her box full of secret stuff. “Not me!”
“But it’s his birthday! I have to find a good, original idea!” Vax sits up and taps the pencil against the first white page of the notebook. “Clothes? He has so many I have no idea where to begin from. Perfume? Boring. Food? It doesn’t last much. Jewels? Ugh.”
“You sound like Cass.”
He pouts and glares at Sera, then glances into her box.
“Got anything useful in there?”
She snorts and shoves his face away, saying: “Nobles don’t like this shit. You need to find something better, Quizzy.”
“Well, you could at least try to help me.” he mumbles, insisting with his pouting, and the young girl sighs again, even though with a smile on her lips.
“Fine! Why don’t you walk around Skyhold and see what you like? Read it’s good to make creativity run wild.” She shrugs and offers her next piece of advice in a nonchalant way, not wanting to sound too wise: “Like, ask people. See what they think Messer Sparkly likes. Then you sum all that up and decide for yourself.”
Vax gasps and springs up, beaming at her like a child. He kisses her head with a “Good thinking, Sera!” and she throws a pillow at him, cackling as she does so.
It doesn’t hit him, though, because he’s already bolting across the corridor, heading up the stairs where Cole is. She groans and her shoulders slump.
“Don’t go to Creepy! You are not gonna understand a thing!”
But Vax is sure of the contrary and so he runs to Cole, pencil and notebook ready in his hands, and asks him with a heaving chest caused both by his haste and his enthusiasm:
“Cole! What do you think Dorian may like for his birthday?” He gasps, remembering the boy’s special powers. “Do you know what he would like to receive?”
Cole blinks and tilts his head, then says sweetly: “He already has it.”
Vax makes a confused sound and scratches his chin. Stubble is growing fast and he will need to cut it soon before his beard grows too much and Dorian sends him glares from afar again.
“Alright, but… doesn’t he want anything else?” Vax smiles. “You know, when it’s someone’s birthday, their loved ones usually give them presents and…”
“A heart.” Cole gently interrupts him, looking back at the cute ribbons on his lap that he is making. “Give him a heart.”
Vax prays the Maker that he doesn’t mean a real heart, but the ribbons temporarily distract him.
“… What are those for, anyway?”
“For the rabbits.” is Cole’s sweet answers, followed by a smile which Vax returns again.
“Alright, a heart, got it. Like a locket or pendant, right?”
He writes it down on his notebook, sure he will be able to find something like that among the stuff sold in the courtyard, then he thanks Cole and runs down the stairs to the ground floor.
“Bull! Bull, what would you give Dorian for his birthday?”
The Qunari, sitting at his usual place drinking a mug of strong ale, furrows his brow and smacks his lips pensively.
Vax sees the cogs turn in his head and sighs, shooting him a disappointed look.
“Bull. Don’t say dragons.”
“Aww!” the Qunari pouts and shuffles on his chair. “Boss, that would be a great gift!”
“For you, maybe. Do you really think Dorian would like to receive a dragon?”
“I thought Tevinter people loved dragons… They even draw them on their clothes.” He sniffles and dries a fake tear, while raising his voice so that Krem can hear him. “I would love a dragon for my birthday…”
“You don’t even know when your birthday is, Chief!” Krem punctually responds from his chair and Bull is forced to think about something else.
“Let’s see…” He rubs his chin and when he lightens up, Vax quickly presses the pencil on the page, ready to write.
“A dildo.”
Vax slowly raises his head and locks eyes with Bull. He looks incredibly serious and there isn’t even a trace of mirth or jest in his eye.
The two men stare at each other for a while, then Vax looks down at his notebook and carefully writes down the word, a convinced expression on his face.
“If you want, I can give you the name of the merchant selling it.”
“Uh.” Vax blushes and adds a colon after the word. “… Thanks.”
- - - -
He goes to Cassandra next and she barely stifles a happy squeal before composing herself and muttering: “Try with a book.”
“I already thought about that.” Vax replies, sitting heavily on the stool she uses to rest after training. “But he has so many and I have no idea what he might like. Stuff about magic, I guess, but I’m not an expert about that.”
“He might like something simpler too.” She looks around to make sure nobody is paying them attention, then rummages into the bag near the stool where she keeps a pouch full of water, an apple, and…
And a book, clearly a romance novel.
“Cass.” Vax smiles amusedly and fondly at her. “You know he doesn’t like Varric’s books.”
“It’s not one of his! It’s something classy and actually well-thought, even though the characters don’t have the same depth and…” She stops and glares at him, noticing his growing smile. “Don’t tell him that.”
In the end, she gives him the book - she has other two editions of it in her room anyway - and Vaxus writes down ‘book’ on the notebook and then happily crosses it out.
He goes to Blackwall in the stables and the other man stares at him as if he has gone mad.
“Inquisitor, I’m not good at these things. The only gifts I can make are those for the children.”
“Well, what would you give your loved one if you had one?” Vax tactfully asks, trying not to pry too much into the Warden’s life. He knows he doesn’t like questions much.
Blackwall grunts and scratches his beard, mumbling: “Something useful, I guess. Something to be used every day to store things or…”
“Oh! Oh!”
Vax runs out of the stables with a face-splitting grin, heading to the nearest merchant booth; he looks back while running and thanks Blackwall with a wave of his hand and a “Thank you, Blackwall! That was actually good advice!”
And while the Warden observes him from afar, dumbfounded, the Inquisitor purchases a lovely painted box from an Orlesian merchant.
The style is elegant, not too exaggerated, and he even managed to find one painted with Dorian’s favorite colors. He buys a heart locket and makes the merchant engrave a snake on it before putting it inside the box.
The next companion he visits is Varric.
The dwarf is sitting at his usual place near the fireplace in the main hall and he snickers hearing Vaxus’ request.
“You know,” he says while reading his list, “you have better taste than Hawke, at least.”
“Do you think he will like these so far?” Vax timidly asks, fidgeting with the pencil. “It’s our first birthday together, so I want to get things right.”
Varric looks up at him with a smile.
“Why wouldn’t he? It’s good stuff and you put a lot of effort to find it. I’d say Sparkler will shed a tear and jump into your arms.” He leans back onto his chair and folds his hands on his lap. “Now, I will teach you the subtle, yet effective art of dirty poetry.”
And an hour later, Vax enters the rotunda with a piece of paper full of dirty limericks in his pockets and cheeks so red that Solas gets worried.
“Inquisitor.” he says, eyeing him with concern. “Is everything alright?”
Vax glances up at the second floor and motions Solas to follow him near the scaffold.
“Solas, I need your wisdom.”
The elf straightens up a bit and pride shines in his eyes as he folds his hands behind his back and nods solemnly.
“Of course, Inquisitor. How may I be of assistance?”
Vax narrows his eyes and says in a very serious tone, pencil ready, bag full of staff laying at his feet:
“What is your good idea of a present? I need to find some for Dorian.”
Solas’ face is unreadable for a few seconds, then it shifts into a disappointed, flat expression and he relaxes before turning away to head back to his desk.
“No, wait!”
Vax rushes to him and pleads him both with his puppy eyes and his words, although he tries to keep his voice down:
“It’s important, Solas! I already found good things thanks to the others, but I need more!”
He smiles, ignoring the elf’s pout as he pretends to be busy with the papers and books on his desk, and adds: “What do you think he may like? You are both mages, there must be something!”
Solas shoots him a glare, but then relents and sighs with a smile, saying: “I suppose a new staff would be appreciated.”
Vax beams at him and proceeds to write that down, but then a doubt hits him and he scratches his head, mumbling sheepishly: “… I have no idea what kind of staff might be useful to him, though. Aren’t there many combinations of materials and wood?”
Solas hums, frowns, deep in thought, then smiles and suggests: “What about a portrait?”
“What?” Vax blinks, taken aback, then shoots him a weak glare, making Solas chuckle.
“You know I can’t draw well. You’re the artist of the group, Solas.”
“Perhaps, but it would be a nice memory for him, don’t you think? Better than a staff he may never use.”
Solas takes some blank sheets of paper from his desk, a better pencil, and hands them to him, still smiling.
“Let me know if you need help.”
And in the end Vaxus does need help with shading, but Solas is a good teacher and they complete the portrait without making Dorian hear a sound or get suspicious on the second floor.
After thanking Solas and bolting out of the room before Dorian can look down and spot him, Vaxus goes to Vivienne.
The Enchanter is at her usual place, sipping a nice cup of Orlesian tea. She lightens up when she sees Vax approach her and she even motions him to sit in front of her.
“Inquisitor, what a nice surprise. What can I do for you?” She sees the bag he’s carrying and raises an eyebrow with an amused smirk. “Presents for our dear Altus?”
Vax blushes and smiles, before showing her what he got. Surprisingly, she compliments the poem and even the portrait, then her expression turns serious and she holds her chin high.
“I guess it’s my turn now, then. I cannot be less than our companions.”
“I was thinking about something to wear, but Dorian already has many clothes and I…” Vax stops, makes a funny face, then groans, defeated: “And I’m not an expert on this matter.”
“Fortunately for you, I am.” Vivienne innocently replies, her smile coming back. “Let’s go to the merchants in the courtyard, my dear. Val Royeaux is too far, but perhaps we can still find something decent here at Skyhold.”
And so they sneak into the courtyard - Vax sneaks to avoid being seen by Dorian, while Vivienne simply walks elegantly without too many worries - and there she teaches Vax the extravagant, rich, and expensive art of dressing decently.
It reminds him of his childhood, of the time he and Val spent complaining about the uncomfortable clothes their parents forced them to wear, but now that he’s older he can appreciate what Vivienne is showing him and what these shirts and robes might mean for Dorian.
They finally find something that the Enchanter deems appropriate for the Altus, but Vax has the last word and chooses the colors, as well as a new pair of boots for his amatus.
And once everything is nicely packed inside his bag, he thanks Vivienne and runs to his quarters to prepare the room for Dorian’s birthday, heart beating fast in his chest, so much it almost hurts.
- - - -
“Such a sweet note, the one you left on my desk, amatus.” Dorian announces as he enters Vax’s quarters. “I sure hope it will be a nice surprise.”
“Well, then you should come up and see for yourself.” Vax replies from the top of the stairs and the Altus chuckles and quickly joins him.
He’s about to add something when he notices the way the room has been decorated: there are candles on the desk and floor, a tray full of food and petals on the bed (and Dorian snorts at that, because the sight is too endearing), and Vax is beaming at him from the couch, where all the presents are.
“Let’s start with the prettiest ones!” he exclaims, giving Dorian the new robes and boots. He doesn’t even give him time to kiss him or reply: he keeps talking fast, cheeks red.
“I thought this box could be useful to store anything you want - look, the colors are nice, aren’t they? - and I put a heart locket in it too, and this poem is a bit campy, but I did my best, although I’ll understand if you’d rather hide it under a rock, oh, and this is a good romance novel, not Varric’s, so I’m sure you’ll find good smut scenes in it…”
“Amatus.” Dorian tries to interrupt, smiling, but Vax is unrelenting and keeps going, slowly combusting on the spot:
“Solas helped me with this portrait, but I feel like I didn’t capture your beauty, so I’m gonna try again later, and there is a surprise under the bed.” He grins, both timidly and smugly, something that only Vax can manage to do. “A dick-shaped surprise.”
“Gods.” Dorian snorts, hiding his face and smile behind a hand. “Amatus, what is this all about?”
“Well, it’s your birthday, isn’t it?” Vax replies, pouting at him. “I tried to find all the good presents I could.” He worriedly glances at the stuff on the couch and mumbles: “I should have gone to Val Royeaux…”
“Amatus.” Dorian takes his head in his hands and presses his forehead against Vaxus’. He is smiling sweetly and Vax smiles back, putting his hands on his hips.
“These are wonderful gifts. Yes, even the dirty limericks and the portrait. You drew my nose well, that’s not an easy feat.”
Vax chuckles and the Altus continues, planting a quick kiss on his lips: “I appreciate this immensely, but you didn’t need to do this. You are the greatest gift, you silly man.” He raises an eyebrow and adds smugly: “You already gave me your heart and I couldn’t ask for more.”
Vax’s eyes widen and he lets out a small “Oh”, then he mumbles: “I think I just realized what Cole was trying to tell me.”
“I bet he told you to bring me to bed.” Dorian starts kissing his face and chin. “And to make love to me until dawn.”
He opens one eye and smiles wickedly at Vax, who can just grin back and say: “That’s what you are saying. And how could I refuse?” He hugs Dorian tightly and whispers softly: “Happy birthday, my love.”
“Now it is, amatus.” Dorian says, lips pressed on his neck. “Now it is.”
