#mihkomaskwa

[springagainafter]

mihkomaskwa replied to your photoset:It’s the mesh quality that affects the hair. ...

this actually helps me so much! thank you

Happy to help! :) You're welcome.

[azuremosquito]

Hi! I'm Quinn-Terra, a 16 year old Metis (Canadian) female who isn't really sure if she's straight or not. I love bioware games, animals and history. I dislike jello and racists. Random fact: My nephew is 3 months older than me but still calls me auntie and its weird. Like when we get into fights he says "respect your elders!" but im his auntie and therefore his "superior authority". So who wins?

Hello! I, too, dislike jello and racists. Racists for obvious reasons, and jello cuz it's all jiggly and gross. I think that's a tough call with your nephew but I wanna say being the aunt gives you superior authority. 

[babywarrior5]

Hello! Im Quinn, 16, Female, Bi?, Metis/Canadian, I like video games and i dislike very little so i can't really tell you. Random fact: I have a nephew who is older than me by 3 months (which is really awkward but awesome cause he calls me aunty but were best friends)

HELLO. I like the vidya as well so that's cool! Your sidebar says you like writing, what kind of stuff do you write?

[juliannos]

Hi! I'm Quinn-Terra, 16, i think im bi?, Metis/Canadian, I like video games and dislike very little so i don't really have an answer for that. For my random fact... I was bit by a dolphin when i was 10 and the people at the park gave me an ice cream for it.

Hello friend! I understand the feel about sexuality. Most days I’m like “I think I’m demi or greysexual” then other days I’m like “nahhhh.” I’m 23 and I still don’t have it figured out.

I had to google who the Metis are, because I am an American and woefully uneducated about these things. But I now know more than I did before! (Here’s a moderately well researched Wikipedia Article for everyone who, like me, did not know!)

Oh no! I love dolphins but they can be mean. I’m sorry you got bit… though free ice cream doesn’t sound terrible. I hope you didn’t get too badly hurt.

[hawkeblocking]

Dorian, Anders, Merrill, Cullen, Alistair?

Dorian has already been done! Alistair is right though!

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2. Dorian Pavus (arishokost)

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4. Alistair Theirin (mihkomaskwa)

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[officialheimskr-blog]

Merrill? Bethany? Carver?? (is that too many guesses?)

merrill is here! 

1. Anders (nonnie) 

2. ?????

3. ?????

4. Benny (apolloette)

5. Alistair Theirin (nonnie)

6. ?????

7. ?????

8. Merrill (mihkomaskwa)

9. ?????

10. ?????

ask me who you think my top ten favorite characters are 

[hollyand-writes]

To get the quest you have to talk to a woman in the chantrys courtyard (im not really sure what its called but i think that describes it). Its nates sister and she'll tell you she's worried about him. Bring anders fro obvious dialogue. Oh, i think that if you imported from awakenings, then its automatically considered that nate's dead no matter what. (Im not sure what console tho)

Hello! Thanks for that. Yeah, the problem is I don’t get any woman (i.e. I don't get Nathaniel Howe's sister, rather than Keran’s sister Macha) in the Chantry courtyard to talk to, which is why I can’t do that quest.

I think like it’s been said that I need to import a DA:A save where Nathaniel Howe lives or he’s automatically considered to be dead (I don’t always import from previous Origins/Awakenings games when making a new playthrough, which looks like part of the problem. I play on Xbox, but I’m not sure that makes any difference). Which is probably why the quest doesn’t trigger in my case. Thanks for the help and advice though! :-)

[ghilan-maim]

Capernoited - Isabela (and who ever you want)?

I actually sent this prompt almost exactly to someone so … It’s Isabela/Merrill. Warning there is some drunken sickness on the latter’s half but I didn’t go into detail! 

Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy.

An amused chuckle left Isabela’s lips as she looked at Merrill. She’d been spending more time at the Hanged Man with her and still her tolerance for alcohol was remarkably low. The present saw Merrill sitting red faced, cradling a too-big stein of the swill that passed for ale in her delicate hands and blabbering endlessly in a way that only she could make charming. Isabela didn’t often indulge in any strong sort of sentiments, but in the privacy of her own thoughts - clouded only slightly by the drink she’d been filling her mouth with all night - she could allow herself a brief moment to ponder the affection she felt for the Dalish mage. It was difficult to not feel affection for her unless you were the brooding type like Fenris or even Anders. Isabela didn’t like to admit feeling protective of the woman (who hardly passed for a woman, truth be told) that she affectionately called ‘Kitten’.

Merrill’s mouth suddenly clamped shut as she uttered a sound that could only be described as a meep and Isabela’s attention was ripped from her thoughts and to Merrill who was - apparently - to the point in the night where the ale demanded to be rid of her body. It was with swift movements that Isabela moved over to Merrill, hands seizing her gently as she could around the shoulders and all but dragging her back to her room where a bucket would be awaiting her. Isabela knelt by Merrill as she expelled the contents of her stomach in the bucket - uttering sweet apologies between each retch - and rubbed her back in a comforting way that felt wholly uncomfortable to Isabela. She wasn’t used to showing genuine affection but she figured the mage wouldn’t remember it come morning anyways. When all was said and done, Isabela ushered the elf to her bed, helping her lie down and giving a slight start when she grabbed her hand, wide eyes looking so incredibly innocent that for a minute Isabela wondered how she could even be real.

“You take such good care of me, ma vhenan’ara.” Her words were sleepy and Isabela knew she’d get no explanation as to what her words meant. It wasn’t unusual for Merrill to use Elvish terms of endearment but that had certainly been a new one. Isabela just waved a dismissive hand, watching as Merrill’s eyes shut and her breathing settled before giving a sigh that was certainly not lacking in some form of annoyance. “Always, Kitten.” She said it in a way that managed to be bitter at least partially but lacked in no affection. Damn it.