Prompt List | Tabristair Masterpost

I think it’s pretty obvious that I am always up for some Tabristair–although, my brain kinda interpreted this one kind of strangely.

“So–” Alistair strains his wrists against their binds, once again yielding no success. “–assuming we get out of this alive, let’s keep the rope out of the bedroom for a while, okay?”

Aeron rolls her eyes. “What do you mean, assuming? What happened to ‘my wife is an unstoppable goddess’?”

“I’ll take that as a sign you have a plan for getting us out of here, or that maybe you’ve hidden a knife somewhere that will help us now.”

Because wouldn’t that be fortunate? Still, she is not entirely without a plan.

“These chairs are made of wood. I don’t know how old they are, but maybe if–” Aeron jerks her body as hard to the left as possible. “Alistair–”

“What?”

“On three, I need you to move in the same direction as I am, as hard as you can.”

“You want me to what?”

“If we can knock the chairs over–if we can make it fall hard enough, we might be able to break the chairs–”

“That’s your plan?” Alistair asks, a genuine note of nervousness in his voice. “Are you sure you don’t have a knife hidden in your clothes somewhere?”

“On three,” Aeron insists. “Jerk to your right, push with your left foot. Got it?”

“My right?”

“Yes.”

“Which would be–”

“My left. Ready?”

“I…” Alistair lets out a short, sharp breath. “Okay.”

“Okay.” Aeron nods a little. “One. Two–”

The bound chairs tilt but remain upright. Without needing to speak, they try again, and again, and again, putting their combined weight into it. It’s their fifth attempt that does the trick. The Wardens fight the flutter in their stomachs as they experience the fall, the sudden stop of hitting the floor. Aeron’s vision briefly fills with stars given life from her head’s brief bounce against the floorboards.

now many people might be jump to the templars and blame them but i think we all know the truth: the walls are alive and they ABSORBED ELTHINA AND ANDERS BOTH

haha holy shit what happened did he just. disappear through a wall or smth?

What you're looking for won't be found easilyI can settle down and be doin' just fineI woke up one morning to know that I had goneTo think that I would die this time

a description of your OC by someone who hates them

From a letter, found on a desk in a room of the Starkhaven Chantry. The paper was crumbled and stained with red jam, leaving the edges stuck together.

There are many men and women who hold the Inquisitor Lavellan in high regard. They lavish their praises, send their gifts, raise their voices to preach about him. They believe he is a good person.

I am not one of these people.

My Lord, I simply must implore you: to take a heathen elf on as an ally would be a public suicide. No one will take you seriously. You value your endeavors as do I, but this is simply ridiculous. The Herald himself has proven he will put the lives of elves - and dwarves, and Qunari, and mages, drunkards, liars, thieves - before good, honest people like yourself and I - 

The letter ends here. It seems there were many other pages, but most of these are torn and illegible. Several have been re purposed as supplies or to-do lists.

someone describing a time your OC hurt them

a written transcript of a damaged holotape:

Grace promised she would come back.

A lot of people promise they would come back. A lot of people that I’m learning didn’t even exist. But her - she was the one person I could trust. Second, no - I’m not good at this, I’m sorry.

We went in. It wasn’t that it was routine, it was just that she’d handled so much already. And she fought, long and hard, the whole way. We signaled the evacuation warning. I don’t know how many people made it out. But she wasn’t one of them. We - we got to the reactor. There just wasn’t enough time, and...

[a soft, wavering sigh.]

 Curie should’ve been there, maybe. I don’t know. Maybe not. I don’t think she’d have left her behind. Maybe they’d have both died. That doesn’t make it better, I just... 

I should’ve fought harder. Stuck by her. It wasn’t anything she did wrong. But in the end it just wasn’t enough. I don’t know how many times I can say that. It just hurts. Sometimes I forget I’m not like her, and everything feels all to real. This feels all too real. I feel like I’m encased in lead. I can’t even get into my armor anymore. It just feels like I’m dragging a corpse everywhere. I know Curie has more right to miss her, but she was my best friend.

Curie and I, X6... we can’t stay. They know we can’t stay. Not with him. X6 says he's more like us, but he doesn’t know if he’ll ever grow up. I’m not sure if this is the right thing to do, but I think she’d be angry with us if we didn’t do something to protect him.

[a child’s voice is heard in the distance. A young boy, asking their father if ready to go. A woman and another man are heard in the background, muffled and unintelligble.]

Just a minute, Shaun.

[a scuffing sound, like someone is standing up. soft grunting]

We’re leaving now. Preston, I - 

I guess you already know.