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Admiring life’s fugacity through its beauty can lead the beauty to notice you back.
Be sure to be ready for it, and also please pay attention to your footing, it now rains indoors in Skyhold.
- Full article by V. Tethras on the next installment of the Randy Dowager.
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Solas disapproves.
Daje: Roman slang, according to the context it could mean "Hurry up!", "Ok" or as in this case: "Come on!" or "Fuck yeah!". (Pronounced: /DA-yyeh/)
Tevinter is the Roman Empire, so Dorian has modern roman slang he's carefully teaching his friend.
Also rip Cullen on his road to navigate the new knowledge about himself with friends who are 50 shades of weirdos.
Well, episode 6 confirmed that Heaven is worse than Hell could ever hope to be. Holy shit. Vaggie was stripped of her status because she refused to kill a child? And the winners/Heavenborns other than Sera and the exorcists didn’t know about the exterminations? And the exterminations happen not to curb overpopulation but because Sera doesn’t want the sinners in Hell to become strong enough to revolt against the atrocities committed by Heaven? I am FERAL over these revelations. I can’t wait for the main cast to take a stand against Heaven.
Here’s what your favorite Hazbin Hotel character says about you! I had a lot of fun with this one:
Alastor: You're either a simp, or you're aro-ace and are grateful to have some representation in the form of a main character, even if said main character is a murderer and a cannibal, and not a soul in between.
Husk: You're a furry, first and foremost. Daddy kinks are common, but you have a grandpa kink, and your ideal man is someone like Paul Hollywood. Or you're a massive Keith David fan and you simp for every character he's ever voiced. Ok, maybe not EVERY character. But definitely Dr Facilier. Come to think of it, if you simp for Dr Facilier, you probably also simp for Alastor
Niffty: You know that girl who looks sweet and innocent but has a criminal record, and has written depraved fanfiction that would get you on an FBI watchlist? This is her
Charlie: Hello, Disney princess fans! Charlie is a Disney princess who cusses and you love that about her
Vaggie: You've supported the 'Vaggie is a fallen angel' theory since day one, and you loved saying 'I told you so!' when it was made canon
Rosie: Hello, Radiorose shippers! Don't worry, I'm one of you. Rosie and Alastor are platonically married, your honor. You also wish you had a supportive cannibal mom
Angel Dust: How's that unresolved trauma that you process by lashing out at others working out for you? No, but seriously, therapy would help you, or at least, it would be a healthy alternative to your substance abuse problem
Sir Pentious: You watched Phineas and Ferb as a kid, and you loved Dr Doofenshmirtz, so it's no surprise that you love a character who is basically him in snake form
Cherri Bomb: Your type is party girls capable of handling enough cocaine to kill a bull elephant. Either that, or you are a party girl capable of handling enough cocaine to kill a bull elephant. Your nostrils will not survive your twenties
Vox: You used to be an Alastor simp but then Vox came along, and now he's your new favorite tumblr sexyman. You never thought that you'd find a TV sexy but that hasn't stopped you from simping for him
Valentino: You've never made a good decision in your life, and you don't intend to start now. Your taste in men is horrible, and you always date bad guys in the hopes of changing them, and you need to stop, because they're not gonna change for you
Velvette: You're the mom friend, and you hate it. You never wanted to be the mom friend, but you have to be because your two friends who are dating can't mediate their own relationship and they make that your problem
Adam: See everything I said about Valentino, because it applies to him as well
Lute: You wish you could be the Y/N in every single boss/employee romance. You fantasise about dating your real boss on the regular, and no one can stop you
Emily: Is Charlie not sweet enough for you? Then it's no wonder that you like Emily instead. Emily is your precious bean
Sera: Lesbian with mommy issues. You're into a very specific type of woman because you have a poor relationship with your mother
Mimzy: Hello, former Steven Universe fans, more specifically the ones who loved Spinel. Mimzy is just a cussing Spinel, and you love that about her
Baxter: You're disappointed that he didn't get any speaking lines in the show. Don't worry, maybe he'll get some in season 2
The Venn diagram of people whose favorite characters are Rosie and/or Sera and the people who are lesbians with mommy issues is a circle
Which characters in Hazbin Hotel can say the F word that means a not nice word for gay? Here’s another list:
Charlie: She can say it, but chooses not to. She would never say it, even to the higher ups of Heaven
Vaggie: Can say it, regularly says it to insult the hotel guests because let’s be real she hates everyone
Angel Dust: He can absolutely say it, and he calls himself a faggot on the regular
Husk: Can say it, but doesn't say it. There are far worse words for him to say, and he'll use those instead
Alastor: Can't say it, but he has far too much class to say it even if he could
Niffty: Can't say it, but thinks that she can because she has one gay friend (Angel). Alastor has taken to covering her mouth when she tries to say it in public
Cherri Bomb: She can say it, and when she does it sounds like she's calling you an affectionate nickname rather than a slur
Sir Pentious: He can say it, but only because it meant a bundle of sticks in his time period. If he wasn't from a time before it became a not nice word for gay, he wouldn't be allowed to say it
Rosie: Can't say it, but if she did it would sound like she's calling you sweetheart, like, she is so lovely
Lucifer: No, he cannot say it. He’s not a twink, he just likes being short and pathetic so that he can get powerful women to step on him. If being stepped on by women was a sport, he’d win the gold medal every time
Lillith: She is a hot goth dommy mommy, she can say it
Vox: He's dating another man, he can say it
Valentino: Can say it, but he never does because he'll use much worse words on his employees than faggot
Velvette: She calls Vox and Valentino faggots under her breath to get through her day. She can say it
Adam: Can't say it, but says it anyway and no one can stop him because he's too high ranking for anyone in Heaven to do anything about him saying it
Lute: Can say it, but won't say it unless you call her it first
Sera: Can say it, but never would, because unlike Adam, she wants to uphold the standards of Heaven
Emily: Doesn’t know the word, and lord help us the day she finds out because she’ll use it as the legal definition without realising that it’s a slur
Sera: Emily, did you do as I asked?
Emily: Yes, I took Charlie out
Sera: Excellent
Emily: I found a great restaurant, we had a lovely evening, and I'm taking her out again tomorrow night
Sera: ...
Emily: We really hit it off. I might propose
Happy Dragon Age Day!
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I drew this awhile ago, and it took me about two years to get around to colouring them. Better late than never I guess? Now I want to play Dragon Age again.
Is that DA:I I see 👀😂. Would it be possible to get some headcanons for Sera, Dorian, Iron bull and Josephine with a prankster Inquisitor?
(It's good to see you back 😊😊)
Well, because you asked so nicely...
Prankster inquisitor
Sera
C H A O S
No but fr, this will end badly
Everyone will fear you two and try to stay away from you when you're together
Because there will not be a day where ya'll don't mess with people
It's lovely though
She hates stuck up and lame people, so having you be a prankster is a dream come true
Most of the pranks will probably be directed at Cullen, the poor man
Doran
Ohh he lives for it
The first time you pull a prank on him he will give you the "how dare you" look
He's one who will mock offense and hurt whenever he's your target, but he kinda enjoys the attention and fun of it
But he loves it more to see you mess with other people, even though he doesn't say it
"Oh, amatus, how dare you..."
Meanwhile he has the biggest grin on his face
Also how convenient that everyone who messes with you two or comments about your relationship somehow ends up with a face full of flour or whatever
The Iron Bull
Almost impossible to prank
Sees through everything and knows what you're about to do
But he loves seeing you excited so he pretends he's shocked
Will be the one to add fuel to the flame when it comes to your pranking
"See his hat laying there? Would be a shame if someone put something in there..."
And there goes his partner to do exactly that
Would tell people he's not involved but his loud laughing says otherwise
Josephine
Oh dear....
The horror....
Just why would you throw that in the ambassadors face....
You can't tell me Josephine hasn't almost had a heart attack at least once
She scolds you a lot, telling you you should be keeping up appearances !
Half of the time she does think it's lowkey funny and has to hold in a snicker
But then again... the appearances...
I don't think she's very fun to pull pranks on, just because she will either not get it or just stay calm and not respond in a fun way
Will let you do your thing when it comes to pranking people at skyhold though
As long as they aren't nobles....
DA companions + flowers: Sera & Sunflowers
me: i’m going to pick this short bit of dialogue so i don’t get carried away. also me: whoops.
This is amazing and a few of these made me almost tear up! Thank you @norroendyrd for making my whole day! I love how you wrote these! If you do a fic like this, imma cry!
I was bored on my way to uni, so I decided to mull over some fake banter between Asala (the elf-blooded teenage daughter of one of my Qunari Inquisitors, Taashath Adaar) and the companions, should she tag along on missions.
***
Asala: So you’re like the Qunari-Qunari, are you? All right and proper?
Bull: [chuckles] Oh, I am seldom proper, kid. But yes, I follow the Qun.
Asala: You know, my Da’s not that different from you.
Bull: [grunts disapprovingly]
Asala: No, but you see: you’d think he’d be able to do anything he wants without you Bennies watching over him? Well, nah! With a face and horns like those, you can only be a merc, and nothing else! It’s like a role - only instead of the Qun, it’s assigned to you by humans, and you can never escape! You can’t be an artist, or a baker, or a tailor… Did you know that my Da is actually great at making lace? He…
Taashath: Asala!
Asala: Fine, fine… Shutting up.
Bull: [thoughtfully to himself] Bennies…
***
Cassandra: When I was your age, I had already spent many years training as a Seeker.
Asala: Is that why you are so uptight? Jealous that I get to have fun and you didn’t?
Cassandra: [disgusted noise] My point is that you could at least try learning to be more disciplined. Your father worries about you; it… it distracts him from his duties.
Asala: Yeah, well, so do you, but you don’t see me prattling to you about discipline, yeah?
Varric (if in party): Hah! Good retort, Braids!
Cassandra: I… I don’t know what you mean… How could I possibly…
Asala: Go discipline your cheekbones, Lady Seeker. They are too distracting.
***
Vivienne: If I were you, my dear, I’d spend less time around that Sera character.
Sera (if in party): She’s not a baby, yeah? She can pick whatever friends she likes, with no help from bossy bitches like you!
Vivienne: All those… unseemly pranks, races around the keep in the middle of the night - and you are picking up some of her mannerisms, too! That is quite unbecoming for the Inquisitor’s daughter.
Asala: But I swear I saw you smile when I did that thing to Cullen!
Vivienne: It was… mildly amusing, yes - but that is not my point, darling.
(If Sera is in party) Asala and Sera together: No breeches!
***
Asala: Hey, can I poke you for a moment?
Solas: Not in the literal sense, I hope?
Sera (if in party): Aww look, Master Egghead is still upset about the tadpoles in his mug!
Asala: No… I just thought you might look at this for me. It’s, um, a bracelet - but I can’t put it on cuz my wrists are too big, so I wear it on a chain like an amulet of sorts. It belonged to my mother.
Solas: It has… Elvhen writing on it.
Asala: Sure it does! My mother was an elf!
Sera (if in party): Eww, I knew you were part elfy, but I never figured you’d be hold-on-to-weird-junk sorta elfy!
Solas: And I suppose you want me to translate it for you? Very well. I shall examine it when we are in a quieter place.
***
Sera (if she was in party during the previous banter): Hey, ‘bout last time. I… I sorta take it back and all. You are all right, even with the elfy junk bits!
Taashath: You make it sound like she should be ashamed of her mother!
Sera: Whoah, don’t go all red-eyed on me!
Asala: Da, she didn’t mean anything by it.
Sera: Sure I did! I meant s'all good!
Taashath: Hmph. All the same, think before you talk next time.
Vivienne (if in party): Sometimes you are impossibly demanding, my dear.
***
Solas: That inscription on your mother’s bracelet - it is a prayer to Mythal. I translated the whole text and sent my notes up to your quarters.
Asala: Oh, thanks Egg… I mean Solas. After all these years, we’ll finally know what it means! Even my mother herself could only make out a couple of words. Right, Da?
Taashath: Yes. Most of the folks in Liliel’s alienage could barely read common, let alone the language of the ancient elves.
Solas: That is… Most unfortunate.
Sera (if in party): Ya know what’s unfortunate? Going this long without food! I think I’ll go shoot a ram or somethin’.
***
Asala: You know, Blackwall, the way you go on, I could make a sport of dangling off a cliff to see who runs faster to catch me, you or Da.
Taashath: Don’t even think about it!
Blackwall: Your safety is not a joking matter!
Asala: Ugh, why do you never loosen up around me? Is it something about my face? My voice? Me being taller than you?
Blackwall: You are the Inquisitor’s child. My first duty is to protect you.
Asala: This child is seven-bloody-teen years old, thank you very much.
Blackwall: I thought your father said you had only turned sixteen recently.
Asala: I’ll get back on that when you’re less boring.
***
Asala: Hey Bull, are there singers under the Qun? Or writers?
Bull: That what you wanna be, kid?
Asala: Yeah, kinda… But have you ever seen a Vashoth singer anywhere?
Bull: Can’t say I have. Unless you count drunken singing in taverns.
Asala: Do you think the Qunari Tama… things would have picked the right role for me? The role that matches what I wanna do with my life?
Taashath: Don’t put any ideas into her head, Bull!
Bull: Wasn’t going to, boss. Like I said, the Qun is not for everyone. That teenage rebellion thing your kid likes doing - probably wouldn’t end well.
***
Varric: These poems you write, Braids - they are pretty good.
Asala: Wow, really?
Varric: You actually make the words rhyme without making the whole thing seem like one of those grating kiddy songs.
Asala: Hah, I don’t suppose there are too many kiddy songs about gravestones and doomed lovers and such.
Taashath: About that… I could never get why you have to make all your stuff so dark!
Varric: She’s a teenager, Floofy. Writing dark poetry is part of her job description. But unlike some teenagers, she is actually good at it.
***
Cassandra: I… I happened to be passing by when Varric was looking at your last poem, and accidentally glanced over his shoulder.
Asala: Oh? So now you’re gonna tell me that poetry’s undisciplined too?
Cassandra: No, I just… Why did that woman’s husband have to die?
Asala: So she’d mourn him and break the reader’s heart?
Varric (if in party): Don’t bother, Braids. The Seeker only accepts happily-ever-afters.
Cassandra: That is… the most ludicrous reasoning I ever heard! Besides, she had plenty of opportunity to come to his aid in that battle! If she had flanked the enemies that he had engaged…
Asala: She isn’t based on you, you know. Because that would mean her hubby’s based on Da, and I can’t kill off my own father!
Cassandra: [disgusted noise]
***
Dorian: I hear you made quite a scene at the execution site.
Asala: Hah, I sure did! Shame you weren’t there to see it!
Dorian: I deemed drinking myself witless to be a far more pleasant pastime than watching your father cut off my former mentor’s head.
Taashath: Dorian, we’ve been over this.
Dorian: With you, yes. But not with the girl. She deserves a personal thank you for standing up to a certain valiant leader.
Asala: I am great at that. Years of practice.
(Some time later)
Dorian: I wonder… What exactly did you say to change his mind?
Asala: Well, Da ranted on and on about how your hooded friend turned me into a dead chunk of red lyrium in the bad future, and how hurt and angry he was. And I said, 'So now you know how he is feeling!’. And then Da made this droopy face he is making now and…
Taashath: Will you two please change the subject?
Dorian: Very well. Pray tell me, young Asala, what are your sentiments towards grapes?
***
Cole: Flowing, rhythmic patterns, cryptic but beautiful, how does he do it? You… You really like the way I talk?
Asala: Of course I do! It’s like you’re brimming over with poetry all the time!
Cole: I just try to sort through things I hear. It’s hard sometimes, when people are so solid and are hurting too loudly. I… may not make a lot of sense.
Asala: Hey, I don’t make a lot of sense either! We can start a club!
***
Blackwall: And then he said: but at least the turkey still has its tail!
Asala: Hah, finally! I knew you were not completely hopeless! What a great un-boring story!
Blackwall: It’s from my old army days.
Asala: Huh, I thought army humour would be dirtier.
Blackwall: It is. I had to censor it somewhat so your father wouldn’t kill me.
(Some time later)
Asala: What about Grey Warden humour? Is it dirty too?
Blackwall: Well… The thing is, by the time I joined the Wardens, I had lost some of my boyish penchant for amusing tales.
Asala: Too bad… Well, army humour it is, then! Do I get to hear the uncensored version when I turn eighteen?
Taashath: Asala!
***
(After the cutscene where Dorian tells Taashath that Felix died)
Dorian: It was you, wasn’t it?
Asala: Salt sprinkles on Josie’s chocolate? Yeah, it was me. But I only added a little!
Dorian: No, I mean that poem on Alexius’ desk. The one about the man who planted a tree and then, when it withered, remembered how he had sat in its shade? He told me about it this morning.
Asala: I have no idea what you’re talking about! Trees! Shade! I’d never write such sappy nonsense!
Dorian: You brought the man who almost destroyed the world to the verge of tears. That is quite an accomplishment, young lady - and I say that as an incredibly accomplished person myself.
***
Asala: So… You and Da - did you do the bnb thing or what?
Cassandra: Bnb? What manner of teenage jargon is this?
Asala: Oh, you know… Birds and bees.
Cassandra: Birds and… Oh! Oh, I see!
Taashath: Asala, leave the Lady Seeker alone!
Asala: Still Lady Seeker, huh? So I guess you didn’t do it… What’s stopping you? I mean, you have the hots for each other - it’s sooo obvious!
Taashath: Asala, stop this - or so help me, when we return to Skyhold, you’re grounded!
***
Cole: Woke up from a nightmare again. Demons, calling, clawing, constricting; Uldred’s eyes, bottomlessly black, suddenly not two but a dozen; Meredith bathed in crimson. And then - soft, soothing, shimmering, rainbows dancing over his bed. It had been so long since he started the morning with a smile.
Taashath: What are you talking about, Cole?
Asala: We put shards of coloured glass into the holes in Cullen’s ceiling. Now they both protect him from the rain and give off pretty light!
Taashath: Wait, have you been climbing the roof?
Cole: She didn’t fall. She didn’t die. Today is another day when she didn’t die.
Asala: Yeah… Thanks for this cheery thought, Cole.
Cole: It wasn’t me. It was your father.
***
Dorian: The books I ordered from Tevinter have finally arrived.
Asala: Does this mean you’ll give me a lesson tonight?
Dorian: Of course. You already have those Orlesian volumes, don’t you? Southern historians are biased against Tevinter; our historians are biased against the rest of the world… It will be educational to pit them against one another.
Asala: And fun!
Taashath: Wait, did my daughter just call learning fun?
Dorian: Why the tone of surprise? What did you try to teach her?
Taashath: How to run a merc company.
Dorian: Well, there you have it!
***
Asala: Um, Cassandra… If you hesitate about Da because of me - please don’t.
Cassandra: Because of you?
Asala: Yeah, like… If you worry that I’ll hate you for stealing him and replacing my mother and all.
Cassandra: Nothing could be further from my mind! Even if my relationship with the Inquisitor wasn’t strictly professional!
Asala: Well, in case it ever stops being 'strictly professional’ - I don’t even remember my mother. Da raised me alone. And I actually think it’d be good for him to have someone in his life. Take care of the stupid old fella and all.
Taashath: I heard that!
***
(After Taashath saves the Chargers)
Asala: Hey, Bull… Don’t look so glum! Remember that time you said the Qun isn’t for everyone? Maybe it wasn’t for you too. It just took you this long to figure out.
Bull: Hmph. And what do you suppose is for me then?
Asala: Maryden put some of my poems to music. She’ll be singing them tonight at the tavern. Krem will come, and the other Chargers. I think if you come too, you’ll understand what is for you.
Bull: Huh, I think you spend too much time round Cole. That cryptic shit is beginning to rub off.
Taashath: Bull, what did I tell you?
Bull: Oh, right, boss - don’t swear in front of the kid! Fuck, I’m sorry!
***
(After Revelations)
Asala: You know, it’s kinda funny.
Blackwall: What is?
Asala: I heard stories about the Grey Wardens plenty of times when I was a kid, with the Blight having recently ended and all. And when I met you, you were just like I imagined the Grey Wardens should be.
Blackwall: And now… I have disappointed you.
Asala: What? No! The Grey Wardens are gonna disappoint me from now on, if they don’t pull off all this amazing noble-warrior-atoning-for-his-past stuff!
Blackwall: You… You don’t know the whole story, do you?
Asala: I know enough to believe that you deserve sticking around with our Inquisition. And you can always tell me the uncensored version when I am eighteen, right?
***
Cassandra: Are you feeling better now? Have you asked Vivienne for a potion?
(If Vivienne is in party) Vivienne: She has indeed, my dear. But such things are generally not discussed in public.
(Otherwise) Asala: Sure! But do we… do we have to discuss my darkspawn week in front of everyone?
Cassandra: I just wanted to make sure you were all right.
Asala: Aww, thanks, mom.
Cassandra: You do not have to call me ’m'am’.
Asala: I wasn’t.
***
(After Last Resort of Good Men)
Asala: Damn, Dorian.
Dorian: Was that expletive a sign of admiration for my good looks?
Asala: I mean… My Da yells at me sometimes, and tries to punish me when I mess up… And this makes me think that he is the meanest person in the world… But it’s nothing like what you went through, is it?
Dorian: Oh, there were plenty of temper tantrums on my part too.
Asala: And for good reason! Me, I’m just a selfish teenager who wants attention - but you… You are amazing and you deserve better!
Dorian: You are not exactly worthless yourself, young lady.
***
(After Bring Me the Heart of Snow White)
Vivienne: Bastien’s family shall be holding a musical salon as a tribute to both himself and his wife. I would very much like it if you attended, my dear.
Asala: Whaa- ? Really?
Vivienne: If your father gives you permission, of course. You have such a wonderful singing voice; it is wasted in the courtyards and bath houses of Skyhold.
Asala: But… Won’t they be scared of me being… me? Unless you give me a mask to wear, I suppose.
Vivienne: It will be a half-face mask only; otherwise how would you sing?
Asala: Oh.
Vivienne: Being who you are ought to be a source of strength, not weakness. Always remember that, darling.
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