OC Questionnaire! (Warden Edition as well)
Thanks to @dungeons-and-dragon-age for tagging me! I'm gonna do my Wardens as well since... like her, I don't wanna go on too long and... I really would go on too long if I did anything besides my wardens...
Even with just my wardens it's going to go for a while... so I apologize
This is my second time typing this all out-- so bear with me...
NAME: Rosal Surana
NICKNAME: Rose/Rosie? Not a lot of people actually use nicknames for her but those are an option.
GENDER: Female (she/they)
STAR SIGN: ((I don't know enough about Star Signs or Tarot cards so-- I'm just not going to answer these ones)
HEIGHT: Average for an elf
ORIENTATION: Biromantic Asexual
NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Ferelden! Born in Denerim to be specific but her mother was a Dalish elf.
FAVORITE FRUIT: Peaches
FAVORITE SEASON: Fall! When the air becomes crisp.
FAVORITE FLOWER: Lilies and Lilacs
FAVORITE SCENT: Floral scents remind her of her mother, Firewood, Old parchment, new books, charcoal
COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot Chocolate or Chai with honey
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Depends on if she has a new book she's trying to read... But usually like... 5? 5 hours sounds right...
DOGS OR CATS: Both!
DREAM TRIP: A historical trip around different places she's read about!
NUMBER OF BLANKETS: One really thick and fuzzy one.
RANDOM FACT: She can not do healing magic to save her life and yet that won't stop her from trying. That's how she got those scars, trying to heal herself in the fight going up the Tower of Ishal but just making it scar over really badly. But hey, at least it stopped bleeding.
NAME: Lannaris Mahariel
NICKNAME: Lan or Lanna
GENDER: Female (she/her)
HEIGHT: On the shorter side for an elf which makes her pretty short compared to humans.
ORIENTATION: Gay. Lesbian. Women.
NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Dalish!
FAVORITE FRUIT: Plums or Blackberries
FAVORITE SEASON: Spring or Summer (before it gets to hot)
FAVORITE FLOWER: Geranium
FAVORITE SCENT: Woodsy, right after rain,
COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Herbal tea
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 6. Schedules are important to her.
DOGS OR CATS: Cats, she's actually scared of dogs (which is why she never went to the kennel in Ostagar's camp)
DREAM TRIP: The Arbor Wilds, just to see the trees...
NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1-2
RANDOM FACT: Her dream house would be a really cool treehouse. She'd love to live there with Leliana 3 cats and 6 nugs far away from other people... Just them and the forest.
NAME: Fen'nas Mahariel
NICKNAME: Fen!
GENDER: Male (he/they)
HEIGHT: Tall for an elf, around Morrigan's height
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Dalish! Was born in the Hinterlands
FAVORITE FRUIT: Berries! Favorite is probably blueberries or raspberries.
FAVORITE SEASON: Spring! He loves the flowers
FAVORITE FLOWER: He loves them all! Though loves Honeysuckle.
FAVORITE SCENT: Floral, Cedar and stronger scented herbs like rosemary and basil.
COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Chai for sure.
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: You guys count? (probably like... 8-9, honestly he probably sleeps in a lot later than he should and stays up later than he should too)
DOGS OR CATS: Either! Doesn't have too much of opinion.
DREAM TRIP: Anywhere with Morrigan <3
NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1
RANDOM FACT: He loves halla. He was really hoping that he'd one day get to be a caretaker for them. He loved to feed them and brush them whenever he wasn't off hunting or patrolling for the clan.
NAME: Alana Cousland
NICKNAME: Pup (her father is the only one allowed to call her that though) Rose (Alistair only)
GENDER: Female (she/her)
HEIGHT: Average?
ORIENTATION: Demi
NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Ferelden!
FAVORITE FRUIT: Oranges and Pears (not together... just... depending on her mood??? or what's in season?)
FAVORITE SEASON: Summer
FAVORITE FLOWER: Doesn't think much of flowers, honestly.
FAVORITE SCENT: Stables and gardens. Which I guess is to say manure but that doesn't sound like a good scent even though that's what it is... Earthy smells like that.
COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee... with a lot of sugar and cream.
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 6
DOGS OR CATS: Dogs. 100% Man's best friend.
DREAM TRIP: Adventure off somewhere, anywhere. It doesn't matter... just away from Ferelden.
NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 3-4
RANDOM FACT: She would actively scare away suitors, much to her Mother's chagrin... She would be purposefully blunt and rude in social situations and tease people relentlessly until they left her alone. She used to see being married off as the most torturous future possible. She also dislikes dresses. And probably wears pants around the castle to everyone's horror.
NAME: Solan Aeducan
NICKNAME: Sol, Nug
GENDER: Female (they/she)
HEIGHT: Short? Considering she's a dwarf? But probably a normal height for them.
ORIENTATION: LESBIAN.
NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Orzammarian
FAVORITE FRUIT: Strawberries
FAVORITE SEASON: Any of them but Winter. She HATES the cold.
FAVORITE FLOWER: Orchid, though she's come to love most flowers, she didn't know there was quite so many of them just growing everywhere you looked.
FAVORITE SCENT: Steel, Fire, the smell of home, but also the smell of a clear night, and the expensive perfumes Leliana wears
COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee. Black.
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 5 but she doesn't need that much.
DOGS OR CATS: Dogs
DREAM TRIP: The Deep Roads, she always dreamed of going deep and finding a new Thaig, finding long forgotten treasures and gold and being an adventurer finding lost places down in the deep.
NUMBER OF BLANKETS: All of them. Why is it so sodding cold on the surface??
RANDOM FACT: She loves the stars. It took a little bit to adjust but the stars were likely the first things she found truly beautiful about the surface after being cast out of her home. She loves finding constellations and learning the stories of them. She feels more connected to them than she ever did the Stone, though she would never admit it... except to Leli
NAME: Iris Tabris
NICKNAME: Petal, Little Flower
GENDER: Female (she/her) ((look at all this variety I have right?))
HEIGHT: Tall for an elf, average for a human
ORIENTATION: Asexual
NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Ferelden Alienage elf!
FAVORITE FRUIT: Grapes, sweet ones
FAVORITE SEASON: Spring
FAVORITE FLOWER: Iris, it was her mother's favorite, which is why she was named after it.
FAVORITE SCENT: Floral scents, smell of fresh baked bread, cinnamon
COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot Chocolate with lots of whipped cream
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 7-8. Sleep is important.
DOGS OR CATS: Cats, generally dislikes dogs though her mabari hound is a very strong exception.
DREAM TRIP: To big cities in other countries, like in Orlais or Antiva... She would love to see what their architecture looks like.
NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1, but only if it's very soft.
RANDOM FACT: Iris is really sensitive to textures and physical touch. It makes finding outfits a little difficult for her, considering Ferelden (probably) doesn't have a lot of great options in the way of textures, but because of that she got pretty good at making alterations to outfits. She is generally touch averse, though with permission, which Alistair is sure to always ask for, she's usually fine.
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hello! can i request a short angsty fic where shouhei and his s/o gets into an argument, but it ends with a happy ending with some non sexual intimacy (i.e. wrist kisses, etc.)? I figured that i send in too many smut related asks, so trying to switch it up here lmaoo
You were doing everything you could to breathe properly but still your breaths came short, gasping. You were not going to cry. Not again. But still, the rasping of your breath could be heard, along with the patter of your feet as you paced incessantly, your feet wearing metaphorical, circular tracks around your apartment. Your eyes stung from trying to hold back your tears.
All you could think about, all you could focus on was the hurt you were feeling, the fear and worry that you’d messed everything up. Your mind kept picking apart every word, every action, every moment of the fight that had just happened in your apartment. You and Shouhei had always had a pretty solid relationship, honestly. It was so rare that the two of you fought. When you did, it was always about the same things, but those fights were always more arguments. They came about quickly, or so it seemed, but they always blew over quickly too and the two of you went back to having fun, to being in love.
But this time? This time had been different. So different. This fight had started about one of the things the two of you fought about most, which was the amount of female ‘friends’ Shouhei had around him and how you always felt they wanted so much more than friendship from him, your fear that he would spend enough time around them to realize that he wanted them more than you, that he’d realize they were prettier, skinnier, smarter, somehow better than you and you’d lose the man you’d grown to be so desperately in love with. And it had started as an argument and it had seemed like it would blow over, would end in the way all your other arguments had, with nothing really being resolved but the two of you just moving past the problem and continuing on, just being together and finding the happy.
Maybe that had been the problem, that the two of you always just kind of moved on. Maybe all your worries and fears had just kept building, never really finding solid answers, never really seeing a chance. They’d just grown and grown along with your jealousy and hurt feelings and tonight? Tonight, you hadn’t been able to just drop it, to just move on. Yeah, you’d kept picking and picking, you’d kept at the subject, but you’d needed Shouhei to change something, to actually hear you this time. So you’d gone after him like a dog after a bone, and the argument had grown to a full blown screaming match. And now? Now you were stuck here, replaying the argument over and over, scared to death that he’d left you for good, that in the end she really had managed to end your relationship.
“I just want you to listen to me for once!” you remember yelling, throwing up your hand, standing in front of him to block him from leaving the living room. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt so frustrated but that stupid bitch had been texting constantly and this was an ongoing issue you’d tried so hard to bring up before, for it always to get pushed aside. You weren’t spending another night with your lover with him constantly being distracted by that damn phone and her messages.
“I am listening to you! I listen to you every goddamn time you bring this up,” Shouhei had replied. His own voice was raised, his body tensed, and you could see the anger and how hard he was trying to keep it back. “I keep telling you over and over that she’s just a friend. Just like all my other friends you’re always complaining about. I mean, for fuck’s sake, it feels like I can’t have anyone else in my life without you throwing some kind of fit about it.”
“Don’t you dare accuse me of throwing a fit, Shouhei Akagi! If you would listen to me and actually hear what I’m trying to say, you’d know that’s not my problem at all! Stop putting words in my mouth!”
“What is your fucking problem then because I’m listening and that’s all I goddamn hear, y/n!”
“My fucking problem? My fucking problem is that instead of being with me, you’re always off with some other bitch! Even when you’re with me, she’s always fucking texting you. All I want is to spend time with you and actual quality time but you’ve been ignoring me all night because your stupid phone is always in your hand!”
“Those other ‘bitches’ are my friends. Am I not supposed to have friends now?”
“Oh, that’s such bullshit. She doesn’t just want to be your friend! She’s always all over you whenever I see the two of you together and she texts you constantly. She wants to be way more than just your friend, same with the rest of them, but you always make me feel crazy whenever I try to explain that to you.”
“Some people are okay being affectionate with others. It doesn’t mean they’re looking to hop on my dick, you know? For fuck’s sake, y/n, you’re being crazy and really controlling and I don’t like this.”
“Affectionate with others? Oh my god, Shouhei, I know you’re not always the quickest to pick up on things but are you so fucking stupid you don’t see it?” you’d screamed, angry tears falling down your face.
You remember that was about the time that his body had tensed up, his face had fallen into a stony, still blank slate. You knew that was when you’d crossed the line, but you just couldn’t handle it anymore. You hadn’t been able to control your temper and had said way harsher things than you’d ever wanted to. But once the words were out, you weren’t able to take them back, as much as you regretted saying them. Shouhei had pushed past you with a muttered “I’m not stupid”, and you’d yielded to him silently.
The sound of the door slamming as he’d left the apartment had sounded so very, very final. And as you reheard, replayed every word, every last moment for what felt like the millionth time, you finally stopped trying to hold back the tears. They came quickly, brutally, wracking your body as you stopped pacing, allowing yourself to sink into the couch. Your body curled up around itself as the sobs shook your frame, as your heart ached, and the force of your crying seemed almost physically painful. You weren’t sure how long you laid there crying, but at some point, you cried yourself to sleep.
It was the sound of your apartment door closing quietly that woke you back up. Terrified of facing Shouhei after everything that had happened, you curled in even more on yourself, eyes closed tight, pretending hard to be still asleep. He seemed to buy it too. Or at least, you thought he had up until you felt his presence over you. The sound of fabric shuffling, the sound and feel of him settling on the floor beside the couch seemed to echo through your being. You felt his soft touch, a hand coming up to brush hair away from your face. His fingers only touched your skin briefly before they alighted somewhere else, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw, running along the length of your arm. You could feel him moving before you felt his warm lips against your forehead.
“Shouhei?” you questioned softly, barely a whisper. Your eyes stayed shut tight, your body so tense it was a little painful as you worried about seeing him, not sure if you’d like what you’d find.
“Yeah, it’s just me. Don’t worry…didn’t mean to wake you. You can go back to sleep, I’m okay just sitting here.”
You felt his lips once again, this time on your cheek. Then again on your bare shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Shouhei,” you said, your eyes fluttering open enough to just barely glance at him. He didn’t look angry, not at all, but the worry remained.
He didn’t reply. You felt instead his hand come up, his fingers threading through yours, holding your hand. He lifted it up, kissed your knuckles, turned your hand slightly to press a follow-up kiss to the pulse beat in your wrist.
“I didn’t mean it, you know,” you tried again, a little louder. “I said some horrible things and I just…I didn’t mean it.”
“I know,” Shouhei said quietly. “I know you didn’t.”
“Please don’t leave,” you said, tears once again starting to come. Shouhei’s other hand came up, brushing the tears away.
“I’m not going anywhere, doll. Except maybe bed…it’s way past midnight, Bandou and those games of his have exhausted me. We’ll talk tomorrow, promise, but for now…Come to bed with me? Hold me and let me cuddle you?
You nodded. How could you do anything but, with that offer on the table. The making up and communication could happen properly tomorrow but for tonight? For tonight you could start the making up in a completely different way.
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