The Thessaliad, Tumblr Edition

Random crossover thought:

brennacedria:

What if the Doctor picked up Isabela as a companion? Can you imagine the hijinks?

…I must troll the Intarwebs and find this, and possibly write it if I don’t find it already written.

*thinks about it, sporfles*

You know she’d be making jokes about being inside the TARDIS and the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver. Ooh, ‘eck. She’d get along famously with another Captain the Doc knows. Jack Harkness.

Someone make this happen!

Doctor: A quick word, Captain?

Jack: Sure, Doctor; what’s on your mind?

Doctor: Well, see, the thing is … I know that you’ve skipped around in time quite a bit. I just wondered if you’d ever added interdimensional travel as a string to your bow.

Jack: Could be. I was pretty drunk for about a decade once; funny story, actually. Woke up in a gutter with a red line-art dragon tattooed on my—

Doctor: Thank you, I get the idea.

Jack: Why do you ask?

Isabela: Oooh, I do so hope you’re sharing more than just TARDIS-space, Doctor. And I like your taste…

Jack: *grin* Hi; Captain Jack Harkness.

Doctor: No, you reeeeeeeally don’t want to—

Isabela: Captain Isabela; the … pleasure’s all mine.

Jack: Oh, you wouldn’t be that selfish, would you?

Isabela: You look like a man who can handle himself in that department.

Jack: What, selfishness or pleasure?

Isabela: Yes.

Doctor: Would the fact that I think you might be her ancestor in any way stop this from happening, Captain?

Jack: ………..

Isabela: …………..

Jack; Isabela: Nah.

Doctor: *facepalm*

Reblogged 1 month ago from shadowcatjen

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kinlochhold:

Apropos of nothing, except how pretty Alistair and Lady Moira look.

Hairstyle - WHERE DID IT COME FROM PLEASE?!?

Reblogged 1 month ago from kinlochhold

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kinlochhold:

theramen:

I was looking through the Dragon Age tag when I saw, and I copypasta:

“I ship my Fem!Hawke/Bethany so hard. ”

B..

But they’re sisters.

…

I saw the same thing, and said to myself, “It’s April Fools’ Day. Maker, please let that be an April Fools’ prank.”

Probably not. Even when the demo first came out there were a lot of people going, “I ship Hawke/Carver (or Hawke/Bethany) so hard; why aren’t they romanceable?!?”

The answer ‘because they’re siblings’ did not appear to occur to anyone.

Reblogged 1 month ago from kinlochhold

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NOPE, Bioware fans, WTF, No seriously WTF, Dragon Age,

VARRIC DID YOU JUST REFERENCE TWIN PEAKS

babblegirl:

“Twenty silver if he says, ‘it wasn’t me, it was the one-armed man!’”

BUT HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS

YOU REFERENCE CHEERS

AND NOW TWIN PEAKS

WHAT KIND OF MAGIC IS THIS ARE YOU ACTUALLY AN APOSTATE VARRIC

Possibly indirectly, but I think it’s more likely he’s referencing the original 1963 series of The Fugitive.

(Veeeeeeeeeery wary about answering this on April Fools’ but…)

Reblogged 1 month ago from sehnsuchttraum

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varric, Twin Peaks, Dragon Age, Dragon Age II, am I totally off base here?,

weirdoqueen:

xan begs to differ

so does ciloen

and phoenix

and all the other non-mages i’ve had over the years

…My inner Lyna wants WORDS with the OP.

And by ‘words’, she likely means ‘arrows’.

(Source: biowareconfessions)

Reblogged 2 months ago from weirdoqueen

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bioware confessions, dragon age, mages, because non-mages can't be powerful?,

Ooh, ooh, I want in. Whatever it is you plan. :)

maybethings

She is saarebas, and bas saarebas at that, and his first instinct is wariness. Sten understood when he began his search for the answer to the Arishok’s question that these bas treated their saarebas differently; that they were not appropriately contained, that they were not leashed in the proper way. He is no Arvaraad, to keep this saarebas in line. Even if he were, that is not the demand of the Qun. The Qun demands he find the answer to the Arishok’s question, and that is all.

But then he finds himself around an eternal campfire with his men. He knows that it is a dream, but it is a good dream; Asala is still with him in this dream, and he has not failed so completely. Perhaps he is in the thrall of some demon, but it is no different than any other prison - more comfortable than most, in fact - and in the end, he expected no better. After all, he travels with a saarebas.

When she rips through to his dream and finds him, demands that he keep his word and free himself from the demon’s grasp … that is when he realises that he can still find the answer to the Arishok’s question. But not here, not in this dream-place. Only free, with the saarebas - no, with Neria - can he act as the Qun demands.

This time, his soldiers die at his hands, not those of darkspawn … but they are not his soldiers. His soldiers would not permit themselves to be felled so easily, after all. It is well, therefore, to slay them. And then he watches a saarebas, trained in the way of the bas, fell a demon. It never occurred to him that a saarebas could be strong enough to be their own Arvaraad, but this bas - this elf, this woman, this Grey Warden - she is all things in one. She is saarebas, and Arvaraad, and Arishok. And later, she is Ashkaari and Ben-Hassrath as well. She would not fit within the Qun, but not because she is unfit; she simply encompasses too many roles.

Though he does not use the term until much, much later, that is when he begins to think of her as Kadan.

Posted 2 months ago

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HELLO? Hello. :D (Also, congrats on the numbers!)

tarysande

Every so often - at odd moments and at the most surprising times, Alistair wishes he could draw.

His eye for beauty is hardly legendary, but there are moments throughout his fight against the Blight that he wishes he could capture forever, set onto paper with ink or paint or charcoal so that they will stay fresh and clear until the end of time. Some are so large as to lose something in translation from image to words, and some so small that the moment of sheer perfection would be lost in the switch from light and shadow to consonants and vowels.

He longs for a charcoal sketch of her face in firelight; how her vallaslin play hide-and-seek with the shadows, the arc of her cheek, the curve of her lip, the kind and promising glint in her eye. He would give half his kingdom for a painting of the dinner Arl Eamon insisted on giving once he’d named her Champion of Redcliffe, the day Leliana had helped the ladies dress - the look on Morrigan’s face as she struggled to contain her pleasure at such a lovely set of clothes and an opportunity to wear her found treasures needed to be preserved for the ages, as did the image of Lyna Mahariel in clinging green silk and an all-natural blush. His fondest desire was a scrapbook of sketches of their days of travel; of Oghren’s plying them all with ale, of the day Wynne presented them all with hand-knitted Feastday socks, of the dinners where each of them presented the motley travelling band with delicacies from their homelands.

Mostly, as he looks at her lying on her bier so still and pale, with a dried and wilted rose between her folded hands, he wishes he could have just one image of her in life, to chase away the indelible picture of her in death.

Posted 2 months ago

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kinlochhold:

I’d caption this, but I laugh too hard when I look at it to type anything that makes sense.

So … this is how Alistair … erm, finds stress relief … if the Warden romances someone else?

Reblogged 2 months ago from kinlochhold

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Fic for Reg: Puppygeddon Revisited

Eamon wandered up and down the corridors of the palace, arms full of papers, grumbling under his breath. Alistair had got to know the palace well enough to locate various rooms and hiding places that would otherwise go unnoticed except by the servants, and it made locating His Majesty a nightmare some days. True, Alistair had just returned from some Warden duties in the Free Marches and probably required a rest, but there was no true rest for a king. Papers needed reading and signing. Rulership had to happen. And it could not happen if Alistair and his consort were off hiding somewhere.

He turned a corner to find Alistair’s five mabari pups taking up most of the corridor in a wedge formation outside a door Eamon remembered as leading to a guest bedroom for foreign dignitaries. This must be where Alistair was hiding out, taking a nap or a bath, or perhaps seeking some alone-time with the Hero of Ferelden. Either way, papers needed signing, so he moved towards the door with intent to knock, prepared to step around or over the puppies if necessary.

They growled - all five of them. Eamon froze, his foot perhaps an inch off the ground, and eyed the puppies cautiously. Even baby mabari commanded respect, after all. “Look,” he said, “I know you want your master to be safe, but I’m not going to harm him. I just need him to sign—”

They growled again, a little louder this time, and their big puppy eyes brooked no argument. Those eyes and that growl said, as eloquently as any words, ‘you shall not pass’.

With a sigh, Eamon bent to address the dogs at a level closer to their own height. “Now, listen—”

A reddish pup - the one he’d named Rowan when Alistair asked for help with naming his five squirmy, furry friends - darted out of the wedge formation and grabbed the stack of papers in her teeth. Eamon yelped and tightened his grip on the papers, trying to pull them away from the puppy, who was clearly enjoying her game of tug-of-war. “Give … those …back, you furry hooligan! You— OW!”

The exclamation came as a result of the feeling of sharp pointy puppy-teeth sinking into his hindquarters, and he let go of the papers to stand up, hands shielding his buttocks, and turn to face his attacker. The sandy-dark pup he vaguely remembered being called Daveth looked up at him with a doggy grin, then charged. Eamon stepped backwards and tripped over yet another puppy, landing prone on the floor. He didn’t even have time to cry out before all five mobbed him.

Perhaps a half-hour later, Alistair opened the door to the guest quarters a crack and peered out. His eyes widened when he saw Eamon lying on the floor, all five of his mabari pups sitting on him. Rowan had a stack of papers in her jaws, and she stood up first, trotting over to him and laying the papers at his feet before looking up at him with adoring, ‘see what I have for you love me!’ eyes.

Eamon, not sounding impressed, said, “You have a loyal retinue, Your Majesty.”

“So I gather,” Alistair replied. He picked his papers up off the floor, patted Rowan on the head, and said, “You … probably want to lecture me on duty and all of that again, right?”

Eamon let a glare be his only reply.

Alistair looked sheepish for a moment, and then a thought occurred to him and he grinned before turning to address his little puppy army. “Could you maybe keep him pinned there for another … oh, say ten minutes while I go … be kingly or something?” The puppies grinned at him and Rowan gave him a puppy nod before resuming her place on Eamon’s chest. Alistair smiled thanks to his pups, clutched his papers to his chest and ran.

“ALISTAIR!”

Posted 2 months ago

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He calls it Bianca. I prefer not to ecourage him.

-

Isabela, from The Silent Grove issue #2 (via kjfern)

Bren’s note: I know it’s not going to be in the comic, but I want backstory on Bianca, dammit!

(via brennacedria)

…She prefers not to encourage him? Since WHEN? She tried to SEDUCE Bianca once!

Reblogged 2 months ago from brennacedria

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Isabela, the silent grove, dragon age,

skiesovergideon:

dfalcao-art:

Aliiiiistaaaaaaairs! Must say it took a while to get used to this guy

That linework though.

This is the sort of thing that makes me wish I could draw. I am torn between admiration and envy. Mostly admiration. Preeeetty. :)

Reblogged 2 months ago from skiesovergideon

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More Dragon Age Disney-Filk

To the tune of “Under the Sea”:

Zevran: I know that you’ve been an exile
Sent off to your certain death
But Princess, just listen a while
Please calm down and take a breath
This gives you a chance at payback
Perhaps to reclaim your right
Orzamarr’s throne you will get back
We’ll stand with you in the fight

Under the Stone
Under the Stone
On that Prince Bhelen
Soon you’ll be whalin’;
Make him atone

You’ll make him beg a thousand times
For your forgiveness of his crimes
But ‘cos it’s your whim
Odds are against him
Under the Stone!

Alistair: Come on, now, it’s not been all bad
Here under the Maker’s sky
I know that you’re homesick and sad
And I get the reason why
Remember that you’re a Warden
Conscripted by ancient law
If they give you problems - well, then
We’ll make them eat their words raw!

Sereda: Under the Stone
Under the Stone
Sooner or later
I’ll gut the traitor
Who stole Dad’s throne

I’ll go tell Harrowmount my tale
Over the finest dwarven ale
It’s so appealing
Hot damn; a ceiling
Under the Stone!

Alistair: It’s true; don’t be blue
Zevran: Behold! You’ll be bold!
Alistair: Blimey, love, we’ll see
That your side is told
Zevran: We’ll stab and we’ll slash
Them to succotash
Sereda: It’s never that easy, though…
Alistair: So try to be sly
The slick politics
You got as a tot
Will do just the tricks
Zevran: Some strife; then the knife
Goes smack in his back
And all’s yours in one blow!

(Musical interlude involving the three of them dancing around the campfire with Leliana playing accompaniment on lute and everyone else just sort of facepalming.)

Sereda: Under the Stone
Under the Stone
While I am still mad
This won’t be so bad
As you’ve both shown!
What has he got; a braided beard?
I’ve got a crew as fierce as it’s weird
He’ll be implorin’
But I’ll ignore him
Under the Stone!

Wynne: I have a feeling
They’ll need my healing
Under the Stone…

Sereda: Bet he’s got bother
With the damn Carta
Leliana: We need their army
Morrigan: Your singing’s smarmy
Sereda: Witch, why you hatin’?
C’mon, they’re waiting
Under the Stone!

(Big finish! Short pause, and…)

Morrigan: Fools.

Posted 2 months ago

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filk, I'm a complete dork, dragon age,

chileancarmenere:

dragonageconfessions:

For the poster who wondered when Tamlen returns: Here is a youtube of it. :)

From your friendly mod,

*Miss X*

I’ve played a Dalish warden a couple of times and still have never seen this scene. Does it trigger randomly, or what? Anyone know?

Also SOBBING WILDLY, TAMLEN BABY I LOVE YOU

When those shrieks attack just before you get your last army? There should be a ‘tormented shriek’ a little ways behind where Oghren usually is. Click on him and he’ll run off towards that seemingly useless patch of wide empty space behind the representatives and their crates holding donations and shit, behind Leliana. He’ll be waiting.

Also *sob*.

Reblogged 2 months ago from chileancarmenere

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tamlen, dragon age, fucking sobbing,

aithne:

weirdoqueen:

…with Anora? uh. sorry, bro, but she’s sterile.

if you mean female wardens can’t have babies PERIOD, you’re wrong there too, bud. word of god says wardens can have children (with only a bit more difficulty than normal) with non-wardens.

warden x warden doesn’t work so well.

Actually, we never know if Anora’s sterile or if Cailan was firing blanks.

Given the surprising lack of Theirin bastards running around despite Cailan’s habits, I suspect the latter.

Um … guys? I think maybe they were talking about the Dark Ritual godbaby with Morrigan…

(Source: dragonageconfessions)

Reblogged 2 months ago from aithne

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Dragon Age: Origins, Confession, Bioware, Dragon Age,

kakumei:

Another drawing based off of thessalian’s ‘puppygeddon’ series. Original story can be found here ;)

It’s better to click the hi-res because Tumblr sucks at resizing <_<

Puppygeddon! EEE! You draw so awesome!

Reblogged 2 months ago from kakumei

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