aella has a natural affinity for inferno magic, so when she first showed signs of magic, she accidentally set her own clothes on fire
but please just imagine with me, aella, grown up and dabbling in blood magic, fuming to the point where her blood can used as a literal weapon. and it burns. her blood is quite literally boiling.
#look at that! i've got no more fucks to give! ( OOC. ) #just a little stowaway that stabbed her way to save herself ( HEADCANONS. ) #i had this idea in mind for a while and i noticed it was in my drafts
“ I am not alone. Even As Istumble on the path With my eyes closed, yet I see The Light is here. Draw your last breath, my friends. Cross the Veil and the Fade and all the stars in the sky. Rest at the Maker’s right hand, And beForgiven.”
just gonna keep redrawing scenes forever until i die
#[[ he brought the queen to skyhold and aella will 10000% fight cassandra if she so much as looks at varric wrong ]] #C ;; CULLEN. #C ;; LELIANA. #C ;; JOSEPHINE. #fuck queue i'm the champion ( QUEUED. )
"Sister, the ogre is dead. We won. Please get up now!"
#[[ takes a sip ]] #[[ yes hi this is the content im looking for ]] #[[ rip my fucking heart out ]] #she is the sunshine on a rainy day but also the rain to my arid desert ( BETHANY. ) #fuck queue i'm the champion ( QUEUED. )
Just a reminder that Varric grew up taking care of his alcoholic mother and staving off her drunken rages while Bartrand was off making money and throwing parties.
Just a reminder that Varric was emotionally abused and toyed with by his ex-girlfriend.
Just a reminder that Varric apologizes even when he did nothing wrong.
Just a reminder that Varric blames himself for bad things that happen to his friends when he’s around.
Just a reminder that Varric loses his home to someone he thought he could trust.
Just a reminder that Varric’s own brother betrayed him and left him for dead just for some money.
Just a reminder that Varric isn’t as put together as he acts. He’s been hurt, abused, betrayed, and he tries to bear the burdens of those around him. He’s a man who uses humor to hide how hurt he is. Varric is a man who is kind and extremely generous even after all he’s been through.
Varric is a man who loves deeply and genuinely despite all the pain he has endured at the hands of loved ones and trusted friends. He is a man who thinks often of his friends from Kirkwall, sounding so happy when he speaks of them.
Varric is precious and should be protected.
#[[ OW MY HEART ]] #[[ PROTECT VARRIC AT ALL COSTS ]] #the only one truly worthy of telling my story ( VARRIC. ) #fuck queue i'm the champion ( QUEUED. )
saying this as well, but if you guys ever need someone to vent to, my dis//cord and i.ms (on every blog) are open. i’m not doing anything at all today (as far as i know), and my dis//cord is always open, on mobile and on my laptop. seriously, you can throw anything at me on there, if you need to.
#[[ my family's jewish so christmas isn't really that celebrated anymore ]] #[[ not since i got old enough to stop caring lmao ]] #[[ i mean i didnt even realize it was christmas eve until earlier today ]] #[[ so yeah if you need my discord feel free to send me an im ]] #look at that! i've got no more fucks to give! ( OOC. ) #( MIDDY'S PSA TAG. )
hey, so, fun fact, aella is extremely touch starved, and because of that, she’ll either melt at someone’s touch or withdraw, depending on who it is
#[[ ya'll should send me some asks in regards to how aella would react to a specific touch from someone ]] #[[ or how she'd react to a touch from someone specific ]] #[[ //eyes emoji ]] #look at that! i've got no more fucks to give! ( OOC. ) #just a little stowaway that stabbed her way to save herself ( HEADCANONS. )
“Do you think it mattered, Hawke? Do you think anything you ever did mattered?”“
#thoughts of a blood streaked woman ( MUSINGS. ) #[[ whoops more feels ]] #he never realizes just how proud i am of him ( CARVER. ) #she is the sunshine on a rainy day but also the rain to my arid desert ( BETHANY. ) #she is the mother who raised a monster and couldn't be protected ( LEANDRA. ) #fuck queue i'm the champion ( QUEUED. )
aella being the one infected with the blight in the deep roads and the surviving twin has to either kill their older sister or find nearby wardens w/ anders
either way, hawke’s gone and it’s up to the surviving twin to deal with kirkwall’s nonsense
if neither the sibling or anders are taken, then it’d be set in a verse where both twins are alive, however, the twin corresponding to aella’s class would be the one to leave, i.e. bethany going to the circle if aella was a mage, leaving carver to continue where his older sister left off
imagine varric arriving at gamlen’s shithole of a house and the first thing he hears is “where’s hawke?” :’)
Wren’s hands held up in surrender, he was easily backed against the tree trunk, swallowing hard at the dagger pointed at him. The pale blue eyes before him made him blink uncontrollably, his whole body beginning to quiver with fear.
Damn it, idiot, you have to control yourself. What are you even doing? They’re gonna think you’re some kind of stupid kid.
“ I’m sorry! Please don’t kill me, please– I was just… just watching, seeing what you were doing out here, I swear! ”
It was like a thorn between her shoulder blades. Something didn’t feel… right. Something wasn’t right. The woman couldn’t help but glance around her surroundings.
That’s when she noticed it. The glint of an arrow in a bush.
Immediately, Aella had sprung to action, rushing to the bush and seemingly startling the occupant of it. She had watched as she drew the young man up against the tree, having dropped his bow and arrow in an assumed panic.
The knife she had drawn, now pointed at the exposed flesh of the boy’s neck, reflected the light of the moon, making the dark metal gleam white. This knife had been with the mage for ages, and it had its uses here and there over the years. But would it have to spill blood here?
Staring down the elf, Aella squinted, her eyes mere slits of silver. This boy was terrified. She listened to his pleas, and after a few heartbeats of silence, a sigh left her lips and she stepped back, drawing the knife away from his throat and back into its hidden sheath.
“—Didn’t your mother ever tell you that it’s not a good idea to watch people from a bush with a weapon drawn? You really didn’t give off a good first impression.”
#bloodied knuckles and cutting words ( INTERACTIONS. ) #thricefools #[[ it is you; the frenchiest fry ]] #[[ also i hope this is good enouhg for you boo <3 ]]