#mistressandry

[felassan]

I come to your blog SO OFTEN when desperately searching for dragon age references. Thanks for keeping such a great library <3

hello! ◕‿◕ thankyou sm for visiting and for the lovely message, this is very kind of you to say and I'm v happy to know that this blog can be a useful resource for people who also love Dragon Age 🫶🫶

[black-rose4]

Rite of Passage

Dragon Age Kiss Week - Day 7: Celebration

Pre-game Rooks, both Aldwir dwarves 🪨 feat @mistressandry's Ellie

“I'm scared. I dunno if I can do it.”

Ellie shrugs. “Okay. Let’s go back then.”

“Wait- Wot?”

“Yeah. I mean, why get the tattoo you’ve been saying for months you’re gonna get?” Ellie starts walking away, still talking. “It’s not like you’ve spent ages planning this. Or gone through loads of revisions because your initial ideas were, honestly, awful. C’mon, let’s go. Time's a' rusting!”

She makes it all of three steps before Branwen cracks. “Wait!” Ellie grins to herself, her plan a success, but then quickly hides her glee as she turns back around to face her friend. She’s met with the saddest, wettest baby mabari eyes. “Will ye stay wi' me and hold me hand? Please.” 

Ellie tries to resist, to make Branwen squirm a little as she pretends to decide, but her counter-manipulation works as intended and she crumbles instantly. Ellie sighs dramatically, “Fine. But only because you look so pathetic right now.” She holds out her hand. “Come on then, let’s go make a permanent life choice that your parents are definitely going to have opinions on.”

“Mam’ll understand. This is a right of passage amongst th' dalish.”

“It’s not your ma I’m worried about.” They share a concerned look. Her father, a casteless dwarf with the markings to remind him any time he looks in a mirror. Her father, an unwilling top-sider, a man with a fondness for what he remembered to be his best years. He would be harder to convince. Ellie grimaces. “Maybe you should try those wet eyes on your da.”

"You are done." Branwen lets out a shaky sigh of relief as the needle leaves her skin for the final time. "You did well, da'len. Do not sit up yet, you will faint. Take a moment. When you are ready, sit up and have some sweetened tea and cake to restore your energy. I will be right over here should you need me."

Beside her, Ellie's still holding Branwen's hand, has been for most of this process. Her fingers are throbbing, but she promised she'd hold Branwen's hand and she was not going to back out of a promise. However, with the active source of her pain gone, Ellie thought it time to extract her fingers from the vice they were locked in. "You did amazing, Butters." She squeezes Branwen's hand, a gentle request to let go now. Thankfully, Branwen understands the question and her grip loosens a little. "Honestly, I wasn't sure you were actually gonna go through with it. How do you feel?"

Branwen licks her lips before speaking, her mouth dry from hours of silence. "Sore," she croaks. "Almost like someone's been stabbin' me face for the last few hours."

"Yeah, I should've seen that one coming. You ready to stop sassing me and sit up?" Branwen nods, then immediately regrets the motion. Ellie kisses Branwen's hand as she lets it go, then stands and holds an arm out for Branwen to grab. "You ready? On three. One, two, three. There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Please bring me that cake."

"Urgh, you're being so needy. Next you'll be asking me to bring you tea too." She grins at her friend, who smiles back despite the pain. At least she's not so out of it she can't take a little ribbing. "Three sugars?"

Branwen grimaces. "I know we're tryin' to restore me energy, but I feel like that'll jus' send me too far th'other way."

"And that's a problem because…?" A look in response. Ellie rolls her eyes dramatically, "Fine, I'll just put two in. But I'm making them heaping!"

Branwen grabs Ellie's hand before she can rush off. "Hey, Challah? Ma serannas. You really did help."

Ellie shrugs, but her smile is soft and genuine. "What are friends for?"

[crowthatwalks]

@mistressandry you really liked my funky colours so i made you a quick one of your Ellie

[needlesslycryptic]

mistressandry replied to your post: Blease check out my  twitter it’s super lame

don’t worry we’re gonna make it cool as HECK.

i appreciate all efforts to make it cooler but it’s NOT happenning :(

[quibbs]

I'm glad snowpeople are getting the lesbian representation we all deserve.

let👏snowpeople👏become👏snow👏lesbians👏and👏melt👏in👏the👏springtime👏not👏from👏the👏sun👏but👏from👏their 👏tender👏snow 👏girlfriends👏kisses

[black-rose4]

Bread and Butters

Dragon Age Kiss Week - Day 5: Battlefield

Pre-game Rooks, coz we all happened to have Veil Jumpers

Casey belongs to @yesistolethisurl and I borrowed Ellie from @mistressandry too!

She senses she's got a patient before she's actually shouted for. The commotion as a party returns to camp, the clamouring to get a look at them, the elders waving everyone off and telling them to go back to what they were doing and stop rubbernecking. Strife's voice cuts through the din, shouting over to Casey so she can jump to action.

As Strife approaches her medic's area, Casey spots who's behind him; a pair of dwarves Casey recognises as Branwen and Ellie, with the latter helping the former walk. Both look battle-worn, but Branwen is clearly the one who needs her attention first. Casey is quickly becoming familiar with these two. "Let me guess: sentinels, again?"

The pair nod sheepishly. They're used to this dance now, and so Ellie helps get Branwen over to the cot nearby. "In our defence, they were dormant."

Strife rolls his eyes. "Yes, until you broke the artefact they were protecting."

"Accidentally!" They say in unison.

"It's not our fault it fell off and smashed!"

"Well, I mean you did knock into it."

"Butters! Don't betray me like this!"

"Enough!" The dwarves' mouths snap shut. Strife pinches the bridge of his nose. "This one's mostly fine, she's done something to her leg."

"And my nose," chimes Branwen. Looking at her properly, Casey can see the remnants of blood above her lip and down her chin, running into her beard. "Though I think I snapped it back into place." She scrunches her nose over and over again, testing its movement. Strife closes his eyes, and Casey can just imagine him counting to ten in his head.

After a pause he says, "I'm going to go check on everyone else. Casey, good luck."

To Casey's relief, both of her patients know the drill and are more than co-operative with her. Branwen's patch up job on her nose was better than expected, but still no replacement for actual healing, and as her bone cracked back into place Branwen inhaled a snotty, but healthy breath. "Ahhhh I'd forgotten what breathin' normal felt like."

"So you're saying your snoring is coz of the nose?"

"If mine's from a broken nose, then wha's yer excuse?"

Ellie clutches her proverbial pearls. "Me? Snore? Never. But that rasping you call breathing…Well, it can't be healthy, can it Miss Casey?"

Casey holds her hands up, "I am not getting involved," and leaves them to continue winding one another up whilst she finishes cleaning up. All clean, she goes into Healer Casey mode. "So. Your leg is fine now, but take a few days off to rest it. Ideally a week, if you can manage. I don't want to see you back in here again because you undid all my hard work, you hear me?" The dwarves nod. "And please wear a helmet. The cartilage in your nose is already wearing thin."

"I'll try," says Branwen, "but I can't promise anything. I just haven't found one that I mind bein' on me 'ead yet."

Casey shakes her head, though knows this fight isn't worth her energy. She reaches back to her worktable and retrieves a pair of small jars, handing one to each dwarf. "Here. Apply this to your wounds whilst they finish healing. It'll help with the scarring."

Branwen stashes hers in her pack and, as she's rearranging, her eyes light up. "Oh! Here! As thanks for fixin' me up." She pulls out a paper parcel and hands it to Casey. "They, err, might be a lil' squished, but they'll still taste good."

When the dwarves have left and taken their chaos with them, Casey opens the paper parcel and inspects its contents. Inside are a pair of doughy, jam-filled treats covered in powdered sugar. The famous Aldwir Halla's Kisses. And only slightly flattened.

Casey smiles to herself. These will go nicely with a hot chocolate tonight.

[odonism]

20. What do you wish someone would ask you?

thank you! answered here but additionally, everyone should always ask me really pointed and specific analytical questions about my characters, and also respond with love and enthusiasm when I send an entire novel in response. please :)

[crowthatwalks]

TAG, YOU'RE IT! Share three pics of your OC, then send this to three of your mutuals on anon to keep the game going!

😌

i managed to get approximately one (1) good shot so that's all I'm gonna share, but thank you so much for tagging me!