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[lorspolairepeluche]

yfip: Halla

(i’m sorry sophie this is so late)

Your Fave Is Problematic: Halla Trevelyan

Various love interests include a cinnamon roll of a Vashoth (who she corrupted), the King of Problematic himself Cullen Rutherford, and a bard.

Slept around a lot as a young woman

Ran out of the house on her own to investigate the explosions that sounded like they were coming from the Circle even when her father, her big brother, and her big sister all told her not to.

Then proceeded to go and fight a shitton of shades and demons and abominations, basically on her own after Literally Everyone In The Vicinity told her not to

Punched the Knight-Commander and told him to go suck one when he tried to make her a figurehead for the templar side of the war

Cut and shaved her hair into an undercut purely as rebellion.

Had no idea how to be Herald–was conspicuously un-Andrastian

Had no idea how to lead an Inqusition

Actually ended up a decent leader? How?

[poseyshepard]

"So - how does a drink sound?"

Serena blushed at the question, glancing over Charles’ shoulder to see Celeste in the background, cheering silently in encouragement. Eyes returning to Charles’, she gave a nervous smile, nodding. 

“Yeah, that… A drink would be great! Sure.” 

“Wonderful. I look forward to it. And, if it is not too forward,” he continued, his Orlesian accent sweet as honey, “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind a dance as well?” Serena was speechless, feeling like a silly young maiden as he took her hand in his and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles, before leading her to the dance floor.

(Send me the first line of a fic and I’ll write the next five!)

[poseyshepard]

'Well look at you' for Celeste and Arthur orrrr Charles and Serena

The old married couple, because I’m so weak for this ship honestly

Celeste and Arthur: (Modern AU) 

“Well, look at you,” Arthur muttered, laying his coat across the back of the couch. “Didn’t pack any of your own pajamas?” 

Celeste turned over her shoulder and grinned, taking a long sip from her coffee mug. Her hair was wild, mussed by sleep and morning kisses, a halo of messy auburn curls. “I didn’t have much of a chance to stop by my apartment last night. I thought you wouldn’t mind.” Arthur’s grey button-down shirt was a good look for her - sleeves rolled up to her elbows, like he would always have them, the hem of the shirt just barely reaching the middle of her thigh, her legs bare. 

“Certainly not,” he chuckled quietly. After setting his bag down on the table he moved closer to her and wrapped an arm around her waist. She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, humming at the feel of his freshly-shaven skin. “I like this shirt on you, quite a bit actually.”

“Oh, really? Are you sure you wouldn’t like it better if it was off of me?” It sounded so ridiculous said like that, that she couldn’t even say it with a straight face. Arthur snorted a little and shook his head, though there was a glint in his eyes that betrayed his keen interest in such an idea. When he didn’t make any move, though, Celeste just shrugged and smiled taking another sip from her mug.

“What’s got you headed out the door so early?” Celeste asked, raising an eyebrow. She glanced towards his bag and coat on the table, and then up at the clock. “Your lecture doesn’t start for another two hours. I thought we were going to grade some essays today, that’s the only reason I’m even out of bed right now.” 

With a smirk, Arthur shook his head. “I thought I might get some work done in my office. Maybe have some extended office hours.”

Celeste downed the rest of her coffee and set the mug down on the counter, her arms then reaching up to encircle his neck. “Or you could just stay here and work since, you know, I’m already awake.” 

“Hmm, that’s tempting.” Arthur sighed and looked back towards his bag for a few moments, as though it were a difficult decision. Finally, with a grin, he turned to Celeste and pulled her even closer, lips meeting hers. “I suppose I could just stay here and drive you back to campus. The students can email me if they have questions about the last assignment I gave them.” 

Her hands slid down his arms until she caught hold of his wrists, and with a gleam in her eyes she pulled him back towards his bedroom. 

“Oh, are we grading papers in the bedroom, now?” he smirked, and Celeste rolled her eyes. As she shut the door behind them, she pressed a gentle kiss to his neck, and spoke against his skin, 

“I think the work can wait.”

[alittlestarling]

♙ for Ellana and Liane (modern au for both) for dates with Bram and Byron. wink wonk.

u kno the way 2 my heart

Date Night

Ellana styles herself very classically feminine - she loves blouses and skirts and pearl-studded earrings and so many floral patterns. She and Bram do a lot of semi-casual date nights (walks after dinner, going to museums, being nerds about historical architecture they see in Orlais) so for those nights she’s usually wearing a pretty little A-line dress with a floral pattern and probably cut modestly enough to be considered tasteful (but still just bold enough to be a little sexy ok she plays it real safe nine times out of ten). She’d have flats that color coordinated with the dress or fancier sandals with laces that go up her legs a bit.

But if we’re talking like going to the opera, Bram has a faculty function she’s going to be his date for or anniversaries, Ellana definitely dresses a little nicer. Something that’s still modest but classy. She has a couple figure hugging dresses that come out for these sorts of date nights (along with lacy underthings that she wears for special occasions). There’s always panyhose involved and she wears heels - nothing too high because hahaha no thanks but she has like a one to two inch heel. She also wears fancier jewelry for these nights and pulls out pearls or a stone pendant she got for her birthday if it coordinates with her dress. 

She usually leaves her hair down for dates since she’s usually got it pulled back during the day and curls it or straightens, depending on her mood.

Liane really swanks it up for date night because honestly they’re always at real nice places and it gives her the opportunity to wear some of the nicer things Byron’s bought her without feeling out of place. No lie, she has a push-up bra on hand for date nights and skimpy underwear (she may or may not tell Byron he can take them off with his teeth later I mean).

She picks something short (or if she has a longer skirt she picks something with a slit up the side bc damn she’s gonna show off her legs they’re toned and nice) and form fitting. Heels are a must, especially with your dumb boyfriend is a foot taller than you are so she adds a few inches onto her height. Liane goes for the sexy-but-classy vibe, pulls her hair back into an elegant side bun or curls it.

outfit headcanon meme

[rhetoricalrogue]

♜ and ♛ for Rolfe?

Rolfe will train in clothes and armor that he goes out into the field in so he can practice moving around in them, especially if he has a new piece of armor, but for the most part, he’ll just wear a thin shirt and pants. The shirt usually doesn’t make it to the end of his session before getting taken off or doused with water to cool down. In the summer, it lasts all of five minutes before he’s stripping out of it.

As for formal wear, anything that shows off his shoulders and backside, which he believes are his best assets. He looks good in well-tailored jackets with some military type details, and black suits him better than red. He’s also fond of any type of jewel-toned accent color to bring out his eyes. Rolfe leans more towards the Less Is More school of dress, preferring to let his charm shine through instead of overly pretentious formalwear.

And it’s a given that he’s armed to the teeth with hidden knives stored up sleeves or in boots. :)

[onceuponaprime]

I wish you'd write a fic about Lysander being in Orlais. Because honestly I find the whole idea of him trying to fit in with Orlesian society amusing

Filed under things I really, really need to do yes

[lorspolairepeluche]

She looked far too beautiful right now (Hallalyn or Sanea/Sera?)

She looked far too beautiful right now for it to be fair that Sera couldn’t touch her. Her Shiny was, well…shiny. There wasn’t really any other word for it. If Vivvy had one thing going for her in Sera’s book, it was that she knew how to really make Sanea look good.

Sanea twirled nervously this way and that in front of the mirror, letting out a giggle. “I never got to wear anything like this in the Circle.” She spun to face Sera, her shoulders tensing up almost to her ears. “How do I look? Good enough for all the Lord Poncyfaces out there?”

“Good enough to eat,” Sera teased. But her smile and her voice softened when she said, “Better’n all of them. The best, love. You look the best.”

send me the first sentence of a fic and i’ll write the next five several

[onceuponaprime]

Sentence starter: He felt ridiculous dressed up like this.

He felt ridiculous dressed up like this. The mask was heavy and awkward on his face, and everything from the puffy sleeves to the tight pants made him feel like a fool, or a toy soldier in doll clothes, that was perhaps the best comparison. Orlais would be the death of him.

“Smile, mon cher, they can still see the bottom of your face after all,” Evelyn said from beside him, a coy smile on her lips. She was in her element here, the fancy clothes, the elegant mask, she wore it all like it was as natural as breathing. At her command he felt his rigged posture ease and mustered the most charming smile he could manage, for her it was worth it.

send me a sentence and i’ll write the next five