#eeeeeyyy

Jastun huffed as he slowly drew his blade from the basilisk's corpse, the other sticking out from another just behind. A monster flood of basilisks was truly something to fear, though he was not expecting quite so many. Looking about many bright adventurers turned to stone and waiting for freedom. The bright side, they had the ingredients to make the elixirs to reverse the petrification, the down side? It was going to take a while to dismantle and make them.

I had an oc that DESPERATELY needed to be drawn! It's been too long! This is Mic Drop, and yes, she is a magical girl sona, but aren't all ocs just sonas in some regard? She's part of a magical girl story that my friends are putting together!

[To your Inquisitor, Kaya, a letter with very messy and bold lettering, though there are very few spelling mistakes. Many tears are seen at the edges and the paper appears worn, indicating that it took at least 3 weeks for this person to write this letter]

Dear Inquistor,

I have thinkin’ for some time now and i finally decided that i’d like to join your cause. I’d rather not stay here in the middle of fuckin’ no where, Free Marches while some asshole tears a hole in the sky.

I don’t offer much but my shield and sword arm and part of the supplies i have here at my family’s farm, it could at least supply a small scouting group but its better than nothin’, right?

My cousin, Alfara would also like to offer his bow skills, best shot in all of the Free Marches, i tell you.

I hope when you receive this, you consider my offer, so my cousin and i can be on our way to your base up there in Skyhold.

Sincerely,

Herah Adaar

[Scribbled under her signature is a neat cursive writing]

Sorry for my cousins messy writing but she insisted that she write this herself instead of letting me write for her.

Alfara Adaar.

[The returning letter is received swiftly, handwriting neat and looping, though slanted in such a way that indicates the letter was penned swiftly.]

Serahs Adaar,

It is with great excitement we accept your offer of your skills, and in fact already have a job to offer you, should you choose to accept. 

On the coast, perhaps out of your way, you will find a town called Wycome. There are, at current, tensions brewing between the Duke of Wycome and a clan of Dalish elves known to frequent the area around the city. We believe we have this situation under control, but it wouldn’t hurt to have a few more sets of boots on the ground.

We are willing to offer 30 sovereigns a piece to your company, in return for your effort in protecting the Dalish from harm should tensions come to a head. Once the situation in Wycome has been calmed, then we will send for your presence at Skyhold.

Thank you.

--Ambassador Josephine Montilyet of the Inquisition

[Penned beneath the signature of the ambassador is a hasty message, smudged as though the ink had yet to dry when the letter was sent on its way.]

Please, if you can, make sure my mother and father get out of this safely. I don’t trust those shemlen one bit. 

ENFP emotions are, for the lack of a better term, hoes

There’s always someone we’re obsessed with (sometimes 10 people/day) and the more reserved they are, the more “mysterious” they are and the more desirable they are; we go for the “challenges”, “the hard to gets”, “the hidden treasures no one else found before” sometimes we want to date them, sometimes we want to be as close as siblings with them, irrespective of the kind of relationship WE. WANT. THEM.

why we do that?

I thought the goal is to make me groan, not make me grin!

...and they're made of carpet, so they look just as good on the floor