Kitchen And Craft Wix Corner (Exciteable Bird, Enter At Own Risk)

Atish'an/solas

 

oh dear

• Who was the one to propose: Does 'I made the executive decision to declare us married because you're being a moron' count as proposing, because if so Atish'an
• Who stressed more over wedding planning: On the one hand, they're gremlins who don't give a shit either way. On the other hand Atish'an is literally a religious authority four times over so she'd put fundamentally more effort into things than Solas just to piss off the human nobility
• Who decorated the house: Solas decorated the walls with murals, Atish'an keeps bringing home weird rocks she found somewhere.
• Who does the cooking: Food Hoarding Does Not Count As Cooking, No Really, It Super Does Not. Solas would probably genuinely be on the verge of malnutrition if Skyhold didn't have staff keeping everyone fed. Neither of them really do any cooking while together.
• Who is more organized: Ssssssolas, not that it's easy to divine his organizational scheme without asking. Or with asking. He can find everything though and isn't that the only thing that counts.
• Who suggested kids first: Atish'an's reproductive organs, without asking anyone else involved. Athim (ideally) never actually meets his father.
• Who’s the cuddler: Atish'an probably.
• Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Solas sleeps like he is lying in repose, Atish'an is curled against his side like a literal cat.
• What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: breaking into the library at 2 am to find evidence for some absolutely obnoxiously out there theory they debated instead of sleeping.
• Who comes home drunk at 3am: Atish'an. Solas doesn't really drink.
• Who kills the spiders: Atish'an, solas tries to have a conversation of the value of all life while she torches the room, screeching.
• Who falls asleep first: Solas. He probably has a disgustingly easy time falling asleep in general. Just. Lays down, immediately snoring faintly.
• A head canon: Atish'an freaked out over her Vallaslin being gone for a few weeks, because she's never really been firm in her identity as Dalish (or A Certified Adult (tm) for that matter) and having him remove it was an impulse decision she still kind of regrets.
• Do they have any “rituals”? Atish'an holds dinners for all her inner circle that are mandatory attendance for anyone physically at Skyhold, except Solas who occassionally just forgets. She made a habit of bringing him a basket of leftovers if he's in his workspace but lost track of time.
• Who has the most patience? Easily Solas, Atish'an doesn't know what patience is.

 

>=3c

 

also, for the hell of it: buzz and sigs Raised By Lions Edition. it's been too long and i forget their human names but you know who i'm talkin' 'bout

 

o damn ye!!! Though looking at the discord search function that was actually Beacon and Pillage xP which just goes to show we really like 'stuck up nerd and half feral bug man' as a ship

• Who was the one to propose: hahahaha Beacon, it's not like buzz really has the context for it
• Who stressed more over wedding planning: ..... also Beacon if they do actually have a normal wedding ceremony
• Who decorated the house: Good question, depends on where they live? I feel like in a lion den-y place it'd be Pillage, Beacon did decorate their mansion in England though. Either place is full of weird rocks.
• Who does the cooking: Neither of them cook because they're gabage men. Beacon's housekeeper does instead, bless her heart, and when they return to Pillage's home it's most likely they just kind of vaguely char things, no real cooking required.
• Who is more organized: Probably Beacon
• Who suggested kids first: Did we ever say if they have kids? I feel like Beacon is slightly more likely
• Who’s the cuddler: Beacon.... tho i feel pillage likes cuddles a lot too
• Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Beacon is probbaly the big spoon if they do spoon, I'm not sure xP
• What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: probably also like. Hiking, or maybe beacon drawing pillage.
• Who comes home drunk at 3am: Neither I would say. Maybe pillage.
• Who kills the spiders: Pillage will have to do the deed.
• Who falls asleep first: I want to say Pillage?
• A head canon: Beacon actually continues wearing the kind of Victorian Adventurer Safari Garb even when they briefly return to england, because he likes comfortable and practical clothes more than he should
• Do they have any “rituals”? besides their initial meeting place? I don't thiiiiink so?
• Who has the most patience? Probably Pillage, let's be real here, you need a lot of patience to deal with beacon :P

 

...listen, 'stuck-up nerd and half-feral bug man' is like the platonic ideal of shipping lbr

 

>:3

 

"Guidance"

 

narrowing this down to less than all of them was a struggle

cool sunsets & cherry soda

 

Castle In the Sky and Saltwater Tears

 

+1 to Guidance

 

Guidance or I kinda like you back.

 

this is my swamp

 

guidance, im not alone yet, pumpkaboo, subtle melancholy

 

dusty jewel tones, greens and oranges, got it :P gods it feels good to be so on brand consistently xP

 

listen, i just went with "what can i distinctly remember ivy wearing to our sunday dates?" ::P

 

you're not wrong i wear these colors a lot

 

me: gods I had to walk because of public trasnportation striking and I only got like three hours of sleep bc i had to go to the doctor's early, I'm totally beat, I'll take a nap
my brain: WRITE HAWKE/CULLEN ANGST
me: you're not gonna let me relax until i do that huh
my brain, banging pots and pans together: ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST

anyways
eoa2, blood magic, trauma relating to blood magic, cullen and fenris both being idiots exposing themselves to triggers they know upset the fuck out of them because they are dysfunctionally attached to hawke, the usual DA2 bad decisions squad.
I'm writing this under the general assumption that while Sylvia and Merrill are the primary relationship, they have an open thing and both anders and cullen sort of drift in an out of their orbit occassionally.

Spoiler: cut for length

The fire was the thing that had initially pulled them from the gallows, Although Guard-Captain Aveline had commandeered his squad almost the second they had finally reached Hightown. For good reason, Cullen supposed, things were chaotic and time was of the essence to find survivors, every able man and woman would be needed to lift rubble and carry people to relative safety. He, of course, had a duty as Knight-Captain, Meredith would want a full report on what happened, so he made his excuses and shoved past the Fereldan trying to block his path, simply brushed off her assurances that the duel Hawke had negotiated meant things were being handled and he was not needed up there. Irrelevant. He took the steps up to the Viscount’s estate three at a time. There was even more chaos inside, but… an eerie quiet, too. The nobles were pale as sheets, seemingly too startled by his sudden bursting into the room to even mumble amongst themselves. He could just about make out that the vast majority of them were clustered around the open doors to the throne room, so that is where he made his way.


The word ‘duel’ brought… Chevaliers to mind, and rules, and a certain cleancut honorable conduct. Nothing about the scene he was confronted with was orderly, or honorable.

The throne room’s every surface was covered in red-brown coagulating splatters of blood, and dead in the center of the room was the small, broken figure of a woman he had never seen so utterly still before. His heart skipped a beat, fear beginning to send ice along his veins as he rushed towards Hawke, heedless of the barely recognizable mangled body of who he assumed must be the Arishok.


Sylvia Hawke twitched as he approached, then her nostrils flared and she tipped her head back a little, turning to face him.

“Guess I overdid it a bit, huh?” She laughed faintly. One of her eyes was swollen shut, that entire half of her face and hair covered in drying blood. The other eye looked bloodshot and oddly dull. There was some sort of paint streaked across the lid, the entire area looking a bit inflamed almost. Her lips quivered as the weak smile fell from them and she took a shaky breath.

“I-- I need… I know you hate it, but I won’t make it, unless…” she babbled, one hand reaching out for him. What-- oh.

Oh.

He flinched back, and Sylvia’s hand grasped at the air, confusion marring her ruined features. There was a rough clearing of a throat behind him. She swayed slightly.

“Carver? C-carver are you still there?”

What? Fear and concern were fighting within Cullen as she reached out again, the eye Cullen was slowly realizing was incapable of seeing right now darting around.

“She thinks you’re her brother. You smell like he does now, sometimes.”

The voice came from the Tevene elf Sylvia had introduced to him. Fenris. He must have been the one clearing his throat. He looked equal parts troubled and angry.

“That’s hardly the concern right now. What is she even asking for, here--”
“He gave his blood sometimes, when she was near fainting. This fight took a lot out of her. She is dying.”

The words were clipped, practically ground out through gritted teeth, and yet they felt like lances driven into his core. Unbidden the image of the other blood mage, Merrill, came to him, two years ago behind the flood barrier, her own blood smeared across her lower lip as she leaned to kiss Hawke gently, holding the woman’s body to keep from falling. It… it wasn’t really a question, was it? Hawke dying would be unacceptable if it was really her that saved Kirkwall from the Qun’s judgement.

“Why do I smell like her brother?” He belatedly thought to ask, watching Hawke wearily as she curled up a little more, her spine a curve of misery and arms weakly around her middle as she shivered. Maker’s breath, she really would die, wouldn’t she, if he didn’t do anything.

“The lyrium I would suppose. He has begun taking it to augment his abilities. It seems templar blood is an especially effective fuel.”

The bitter disgust in the Fenris’ voice was more than obvious. Cullen keenly longed for being able to join him in it, but beneath the horror at just how much blood there was and how ashen and ruined Sylvia looked, he… he knew. He knew what to do.

He tugged his heavy gloves off with his teeth, his other hand already reaching for the dagger at his belt, fingers trembling as he opened a messy gash across his palm, reached to cup Sylvia’s cheek with the bloodied hand. Nothing.

“She’s too weak to take it without proper prompting,” Fenris mumbled, turned away from the scene and shoulders tense.

“I… know. I should know. I’ve seen it,” Cullen replied, voice rough. Then he looked up. “You don’t have to watch this.”
“I have to. She is dangerous like this.” The way Fenris growled the words made it clear that no argument about this would be tolerated, so Cullen merely swallowed against the hammering of his own pulse in his ears and smeared his own blood over his lip. It made him feel awkward and silly as he wrapped an arm around Sylvia’s waist in a mockery of tender support and bent to chastely press his lips to hers.

For a moment too long he could feel nothing, not even the weak ghost of her breath against his skin. Then suddenly she inhaled sharply, flares of power making his lips sting where she pulled from the life force offered to her, groaning faintly.

 

also if you ever question why sylvia gets along with varric and isabela so well, please be assured that Lady Sylvia Hawke, Scion Of House Amell, literally took a party invitation and travelled to orlais to rob some random dude blind. Because she couldn't afford the Spooky Haunted Blood Magic Staff sld by the random shady beachcomber literally selling random enchanted junk out on the wounded coast while babbling about how coins tell a story. I mean she also took the opportunity to make passes at Tallis, but mostly she went in there because Mama Wanted The Staff Equivalent Of Goth Bedazzled Gucci Slides

 

i also have extended scene for this in my head before that, from sylvia's perspective, that explain why anders and merrill aren't there. But obviously this is from cullen's pov so he doesn't know lmao..... should I write that too..........