Get your gen texts~!!!

[1sts]

texting meme You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.) instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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trevelyan ☆ da: inquisition

[riftings]

[wearyium]

I'm almost afraid to ask, Inquisitor, but we must all learn to conquer our fears someday and so - why, exactly, are the horses all wearing hats?

BEST USER NAME

[riftings]

Sera insisted. She swears they had icicles hanging from their ears after that last blizzard that came through.

ahaha ty, i cannot claim the credit, a friend came up with it

[wearyium]

ah.

i think perhaps any time there is something i do not understand in skyhold i should start asking myself whether or not sera had a hand in it.

haha much kudos to a great friendo c:

[riftings]

It would definitely save a lot of time. Because the answer would be “yes” nine times out of ten.

This particular idea of hers is relatively harmless, so I let her go with it. As least it’ll keep her busy for a while.

[wearyium]

oh, they're homemade.

that explains the ... phallic state of a number of them.

[riftings]

Yeah. Just…let it go, Cullen. Please. For the sake of all our headaches. Cassandra is already muttering about tying lead weights to her feet and chucking her in the river.

[wearyium]

she has some uses. i'm sure seeker pentaghast will remember that before she gets to the river.

[riftings]

Don’t be so sure. You know how Cassandra gets at even the smallest reference to anything…well…smutty.

sorry this took so long! busy week

[wearyium]

which is surprising considering the state of her library.

( He may only know that by accident but well, if she's going to keep haranguing him then fair's fair. )

but how about you, inquisitor? you are not too cold, i hope?

No worries! That’s a huuuuge mood I swear

[riftings]

I’ve learned just to nod and agree with everything in that particular arena.

[ There are so many things about her companions she just doesn’t want to know. ]

Me? Not really. Fire magic, remember? I…”run hot”, as Varric puts it. What about you?

[ If there was any innuendo in the question, she totally missed it. P.S. try again, Cullen. ]

[wearyium]

you don't like torrid romance?

( Sent.

And then. )

books. i meant books. the kind that cassandra reads.

( Maybe he'll toss himself out of the hole in his roof. Can he salvage his dignity? Who knows. )

ah, no i'm fine.

( Nope. )

[riftings]

Um...'torrid romances'?

[ Then she gets the clarification text. Oh. ]

Oh. Well, I'm not as crazy about them as she is, but I've read a few here and there. [ She can admit that, right? ]

Are you sure? Your roof has that huge hole in it, how are you not covered with snow every morning?

[ Wuss. ]

[wearyium]

i repel it through sheer force of will.

( Does he look like a man who actually sleeps? No. )

[riftings]

Cullen…

[ Don’t make her “mother hen” at you, Commander. ]

I’d bet my staff that you don’t even sleep more than two hours a night, anyway.

[ See? She knows you. ]

[wearyium]

( The mortifying ordeal of being known. )

i'd advise against betting your weapon, inquisitor. but worry not, i am more than capable.

[riftings]

[ She's quietly observant. Particularly about someone something she's interested in. ]

Oh, so you sleep more than two hours a night? I'm shocked.

[wearyium]

( Ah, but she does something funny to his chest. Which is what he'll blame the sudden need for banter on. )

sometimes, maker forbid, sometimes i even close my eyes during the day. though that is only when someone tries talking parties.

[riftings]

[ It's a shame they can't do this face to face. She'd blush, he'd stammer, and everything would just be a thousand times more awkward. ]

Oh, the audacity. I can't believe you don't like parties. Good food, good ale, good friends...and I bet you'd even like the dancing if you just tried it.

[wearyium]

the food and the drink i don't mind, but ambassador montilyet then tries to get me involved in game politics and i'd rather feed my fingers to a ferelden frostback

( Was that too extreme? Maybe. Is he 100% serious? Yes. )

[riftings]

[ Not really. She more or less feels the same way, but: ]

You're the Commander of the Inquisition, Cullen. That's a political position no matter how you feel about politics. Believe me, I know.

[wearyium]

yes, and i don't mind when it's focused on something useful - aid for the refugees, the position of watchtowers, movement of troops. but lord so-and-so's latest lover?

don't worry, i'll keep my brief nap only for the most deserving of conversations.

[riftings]

[ She's not going to mention that she's learned how the rumor mill and flagrant gossip proves useful when dealing with the nobility, nor how she and Leliana use it to their advantage. She doesn't want him to think of her in such an unflattering way. ]

Speaking of, have we heard from Harding recently? I haven't seen her at Skyhold for quite some time.

[wearyium]

she is currently in crestwood, i believe. or she was, the last i heard.

[riftings]

Oh. Good.

We'll probably head that way in a day or so. You should come along, for once. Get out of your tower. Get some fresh air.