Writer of Leliana/Inquistior

Found a new favorite ship: Amayian/Corypheus or Amayia/Corypheus. 

Damn. Where did my love for my ocs go

I am bored.

My ocs: Play one of us.

Me:

Alexandra Trevelyan, waking up after the explosion of the Breach, imprisoned and interrogated, but also getting saved by hot spy redhead lady.

My OCs are complex individuals

Why are a lot of them in most of the other categories? Well, it’s a tier. Most would first shyly ask to smack in private, through consent, and than ask if they can do it randomly throughout the day without consent.

This is what we call character growth.

Josephine, with Leliana, at the tailor for the Inquisition: We must demostrate that the Inquisition is united in the Inquisitor’s decision. This outfit must be powerful, to awe the Imperial Court and demonstrate that we are no one’s puppet, and yet not make them feel we are a direct threat to their power.

Leliana: Make sure it accentuates the butt and their thighs.

Regardless if it’s Amayian or Amayia, if it’s Alexandra or not, Leliana will be sleeping between the holy tits of the Herald.

Me: Leliana is thicc.

Someone: Care to elaborate on that?

Me: No.

Inquisitor: Theoretically, if I’m Andraste’s Herald, that means I have her on speed-dial right?

Cassandra: No, that’s not how it wor-

Inquisitor, shouting through a window: I want a pizza half-chicken and half-plain, with three sides of fries!

Cassandra: Are you serious?

Andraste: What drink do you want with that?

Inquisitor: A milkshake!

Cassandra: Are you fucking serious?!

Alexandra Trevelyan, drunk

I made the Pringle’s man.

:,’)

Leliana: I don’t like the Inquisitor.

Josephine: You were just making out in the corner.

Leliana: I was giving them mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. 

Amayian and Leliana’s grandchild: Grandma, what was grandpa like?

Leliana: He had the finest ass in all Thedas.

Amayian: I-I love you. *cups Leliana cheeks and grazes his lips over hers, before pulling away, blushing*

Leliana: *brains melts and smiles*

-

Leliana hasn’t been romantically touched in a decade. And Amayian doesn’t say I love you often. She melts.

Josephine: Would you like to explain yourself?

Leliana: Hm? What ever do you mean?

Josephine, blushing: What do I mean? Well, for starters, the fact that I found you and the Inquisitor engaging in...you know what I am talking about Leliana.

Leliana: I was merely giving the Inquisitor a little moral boost. They have felt so low recently. 

Josephine: Why were you doing it on the throne, then?

Leliana, shrugging: A certain respect to their authority must be established with all our interactions, Josie. You should have seen their face when they had saw you enter the Great Hall, however. *giggles* I never knew their face could turn so red.

Cullen: *chokes*

Everyone minding their business:

Me and the Inquisitor: I want Leliana to sit on my face, please.