remember that one time in Legacy where Varric’s ‘friend’ tries to kill Hawke and Hawke asks him if he wants to spare him and Varric replies “not if he’s after you Hawke”
or that one time when Batrand came back and Varric tells Hawke they should sit down for the news because it’ll probably upset them
or when Varric was “so sorry about what happened in the Fade” or how he wanted to kill Batrand for fucking with him and Hawke and (potentially) getting Hawke’s sibling killed/conscripted
or that other time when Cassandra was totally going to murder him and Varric still told her he didn’t know where Hawke was, but he did, and when they turn up in Inquisition and Cassandra’s about to kill him for lying where she’s like “you knew where Hawke was all along!” and Varric answered “you’re damned right I did!” and “I was protecting my friend!” and then at the end of that argument Varric says “you know what I think? If Hawke had been at the Temple, they’d be dead too. You people have done enough to them.”
The first time I saw this was on deviant art and I had to do a double take because I thought it was a 3-D Render or something. Like this is egg-squisite.
Since the Dadquisition post is taking off, I feel like I should put in “Dad Age: Origins”
Oghren is “better at braiding hair than all the parents of your classmates combined, once successfully built a deck while shotgunning beers (how?!?), saw you through the worst of your anime phase and validated your interests and ended up watching anime himself,” Dad.
Sten is “responded with ‘Obviously’ when you came out to him, primarily expresses affection and concern via copious baking, gave you a single thumbs-up when you were in the school play and you never felt more proud in your life,” Dad.
Zevran is “sang to you a LOT when you were a baby and still kind of mindlessly sings when you’re in the same room, always says ‘who’s that? They were cute’ when he picks you up from school and sees you talking to someone, taught you to swim when you still didn’t have walking 100% down yet, slips between two different languages while lecturing you,” Dad.
Alistair is “kept falling asleep while reading to you and your siblings, accidentally calls you by your siblings’ (And occasionally the dog’s) names, cheers louder than anyone else at your softball games, ‘breakfast-for-dinner,’” Dad.
Everyone’s all drawing their inquisitors and I’m just sitting here therapeutically drawing my advisors until my hands bleed
Please feel free to keep drawing them! and um… I hope you enjoy this lil fic based on the second piece.
Like I really hope…
Cullen
fell to his knees. His breathing, which seconds before had been fast and
shallow, faded into a slow dull thud. He blinked, trying desperately to bring
the world back into focus even as it blurred before his eyes. Amid all the confusion
his grip had loosened on his sword hilt and he immediately tightened it on
reflex, his knuckles whitening with the effort. The sensation grounded him,
reminded him of the pressing danger and urgency of his task.
He took
a deep breath, ignoring the pain in his chest and the aching from every part of
his body, and forced the
world back into focus. For a brief moment everything was clear: the temple of
Mythal ahead of him, the bodies of soldiers from both sides scattered all
around, the faint sound of his men retreating through the forest… He couldn’t
see the Inquisitor’s party, but they had to be well into the temple by now.
Gingerly,
he dragged one leg forwards, his boot barely finding purchase on the lake floor.
It wasn’t enough. As soon as he started to stand it slipped and sent him
tumbling headfirst into the water. Fresh pain blossomed from his temple. It
took all his strength to fight off the unrelenting darkness and stay conscious
long enough to roll onto his back.
He
breathed steadily, slowly, in and out before absentmindedly reaching up to prod
his head wound. The fact that his fingers came away glistening red with his own
blood should probably have concerned him more than it did, but as it was, all
he could care about was the warmth of it trickling down from his temple, a nice
contrast to the cool shallow water gently lapping at him.
Y’know how that chess game with Cullen was supposed to be all cheery and flirty? Well, the cutscene popped up right after HLTA in this playthrough. Trevelyan hadn’t had time to confront her guilt.
(You may want to click through to read, rather than scroll… Thank you, Tumblr image-resizing death.)
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