Skipping down the road of randomess

lick-my-lamppost:

Okay so… since I did http://chullocakes.tumblr.com/post/4037122798 for DA2 I went ahead and did one for Origins.

AGAIN, SINCE I HAVE ILLEGIBLE HANDWRITING:

Alistair: hi i’m alistair and i have wet dreams about cheese

Morrigan: i haet you all gtfo

Oghren: BOOZE

Leliana: i ♥ da chantry

Zevran: we has teh secks nao y/y?

Sten: i never make sense

Shale: hurrrr i’m a RAWK

Wynne: ow my back

Loghain: i’m a dick

Dog: woof

succulentthighs:

moodymarshmallow:

succulentthighs:

Happy Valentines day, you butts

<3

It is fitting, I think, that I would end up in a place like Ferelden, my feet freezing out of my boots, sharing a tent with a woman who cannot stand heat. It is a most troublesome thing, Ferelden, all dogs and dust and mud and blight—all the more unappealing for managing to have all of these things, yet not a single decent drop of brandy in the entire country.

The things I put up with.

Then there is the question of Andridanya—a name any Antivan noblewoman would be proud of, no doubt—all spitfire foolish, determined to get herself killed one of these days if I’m not there to stop her. I have never met a woman so unaware of her own mortality. To think that I would have to be the one to save her. Ah, the Crows would laugh at me now to think that the only thing useful in their training was teaching us to bind wounds. 

We have fought, recently. Not with one another, no, but against one of those hulking darkspawn with horns and sharp teeth. There is a name for them, of that I am sure. I am also quite sure that I have no desire to learn it. They die just as well as the others—none of which need names to be killed. But that is besides the point. Andy is all blood and scars and bandage now, reading by the light of the fire as if she had not just nearly died—as if I had not just nearly died to watch her do so.

Ah. What fools we are.

What a fool I am. I did not come to Ferelden to find a warden to worry me into grey hair, and here I am, one eye on the fire just to be safe, as if camp is not safe, as if she is not safe if I am not the one keeping her so. 

It is only fair, I suppose, to want to save her. 

I have to pay her back, after all. 

too perfect

ooh my god actually tearin’ up right now no biggy 

You are so perfect okay this is just the best thing that’s ever happened lto me okAY *CRIES* gonna read it for the rest of my life, print it and nail it to the inside of my coffin, yep <3 

queerlittlemermaid:

allthingshyper:

SOBBING

GROSS HYSTERICAL SOBBING

Crying..