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DATV — 🍃Home Roost🍂

(Davrin & Kataqun Ingellvar, a few years after Veilguard) Ever since I saw *that one* concept art, I had that piece in mind🙈

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have some sympathy, Davrin, a tragedy has occurred 😔

HOWEVER, I think they would be repressing so much stress during veilguard that stepping on a snail in that moment would become kind of the last straw. not talking from personal experience at all

yayy oc rambling

anyway, i think Zea normally wouldn't like. cry about accidentally killing a little creature like a snail. Like, they would be sad, but you know, cest la vie, the mere fact of existing brings with it many small accidental deaths that we just have to come to terms with, if we notice them at all.

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DA Kiss Week '25

day 5 - battlefield; etta, zevran & alistair

excerpt: She fits at his side, not exactly like she used to but close enough that he feels bolstered by her presence. Sometimes, if he closes his eyes, the years melt away and he can pretend they're young again.

FINIS OMNIUM RERUM <- read under the cut, or on ao3

There's only one name that comes to mind, when the new Blight becomes impossible to deny. Only one person he wants at his side despite their complicated history.

Etta Brosca.

Alistair's hands do not shake, thank you very much when he puts dark ink to pale parchment for a royal summons. It's important, writing the missive himself. He knows she'll come; the life of a warden suits her so well you'd think she was born for it. (Perhaps it was because she had very little to go home to in Orzammar, and once, Alistair thought that was something they had in common. But now there's a crown resting on his brow, because there had been something waiting for him elsewhere.)

She doesn't send him a reply; rather, shows up in Denerim personally with a contingent of other wardens and Zevran (who's beauty age has done nothing to dull, Alistair remarks more easily than he would've twenty years ago) behind her. She looks older, too, and maybe that's why the sight of her doesn't have the same sting as when he lets his mind wander to the memories of their travels together. There's silver starting to thread its' way through her red curls, and she has crow's feet now, which Alistair definitely does not think is funny, not at all, thank you very much.

Her handshake is firm when he and Anora step out to greet her, and while her smile is more tired than he remembers it, there's still the same warmth that's always reminded him of a campfire in winter.

They don't talk about Loghain. The palace received the news about him leaving for his calling ages ago, and Alistair had bitten his tongue when Anora rode out in a flurry of grief in the hopes of saying goodbye to her father. He couldn't deny his wife that, not even about Loghain. By then, his rage had become an old, half-buried hatchet anyway.

But if Alistair is honest, right here and right now, the man being long dead helps. Makes it easier to slip back into something he'd almost forgotten with Etta, makes it easier to let go of a grudge he'd never wanted to hold in the first place.

She fits at his side, not exactly like she used to but close enough that he feels bolstered by her presence. Sometimes, if he closes his eyes, the years melt away and he can pretend they're young again. Just the last two wardens left fighting off a Blight, instead of King and Warden-Commander fighting off a double Blight. The Maker truly has it in for them, doesn't He?

Anora might be right, when she says his concept of comfort is a bit skewed.

Things go from bad to worse faster than you can blink. The noose tightens around their throats as more and more parts of the country fall to the seemingly endless hordes of darkspawn, and less and less of their men come back alive. Alistair itches, feels the need to go out on the field himself like an insect burrowed underneath his skin. He can tell Etta feels the same, because she fidgets with her knives just like she used to. But they can't, both of them too crucial to the machine's functioning.

In the end, they do get their fight; it comes to them.

The horde descends on Denerim just like it did all those years ago, but three times the size it was back then. They've known it was coming for weeks, the men are as prepared as they can be. Etta is a steady presence at his side, giving them orders with him. Zevran is a reassuring shadow, ever lurking and never noticed unless you know where to look.

On the last day, Alistair watches Etta buckle Zevran's armor for him. Watches Zevran braid her hair carefully away from her eyes, nimble fingers making it look easy. Watches the two of them exchange playful jabs that are entirely too light for what lies ahead. By Andraste's grace, I've missed them terribly, he thinks.

The three of them make to march into battle together, but Alistair reaches for Etta almost unconsciously, fingers winding around her armored wrist the way they used to all those years ago.

She looks up at him, curiosity in the lines of her pretty face. "Yes?"

He trips over his tongue, feeling all of twenty again. "I— Come here."

And then he's pulling her to him, graceless and too quick, the sound of metal clanging when their chests meet. He has to lean down to hug her properly, and when he does he realizes that little pit of emptiness inside him is finally full.

"I'm sorry." Alistair mumbles into the crown of her head. "I wish I'd called on you sooner."

Even in the face of what's looking like certain death, he feels lighter now that he's said it.

Etta wraps her arms around his middle, firm and full of affection. "And I could've come knocking sooner. But at least we're together, now."

The hug lingers, both of them reluctant to let go, and Alistair gives in to the urge to press a dry kiss onto her forehead. She laughs, soft and low in her throat.

Eventually, Zevran makes himself known. "I hate to interrupt this lovely moment, but we have a great and fearsome battle to win, my friends." There's no hint of even a tremor in his smile, and Alistair envies his confidence.

Etta laughs again, louder, against Alistair's breastplate. "You sound so damn sure." She doesn't let go of Alistair, instead motioning Zevran over to them.

The elf saunters over, slinging an arm around Alistair's shoulders, warm and solid. "Why wouldn't I? We've done this before, have we not?"

Zevran leans in close to press a kiss of his own against Alistair's temple, mumbles an old prayer into his skin. He smells of oiled leather and dried flowers, a scent so familiar it hurts. For a moment, it feels like home, the old home Alistair thought was lost forever. They stay like that, tangled in each other, until a scout comes calling urgently.

There's no one else Alistair would rather be with, if he's being honest.

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dragon age kiss week means kisses for everyone (including rook!!)

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Day 5 - Battlefield

A rare case of Quinton not enjoying some post battle glory. Luckily Neve is there to ease his nerves.

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Battlefield

DA Kiss Week — Day 5

Poor Lucanis after Tearstone Island thinking that was his last kiss with Rook…

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"So...did my cousin send you over to handle me?" "I dunno...do you need to be....handled?"

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(can an implied they'll probably kiss count as a kiss and also several days late for 'Tavern' theme for DA Kiss Week? lmao) (anyway have some davllario)

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Ok so still revamping this a bit actually but here's the gist:

About a year or two post-vg after they find out they're expecting, Quinton is convinced they'll have a girl while Neve thinks it'll be a boy. They're both beyond shocked and joyed when it turns out to be twins, a boy and a girl!

There son's name is Dominic and their daughter is Vaanya.

Still working on their appearances but Vaanya looks more like Quinton and also has slightly pointed ears like him while Dominic is like the spitting image of Neve.

They both get spoiled rotten by Vivienne who's the one who figured out Neve was pregnant in the first place 😆 She likes being a grandmother.

I would like to hear about your Rook’s and their LI’s children 👉🏻👈🏻

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Day 2 - Tavern

Date night at the Cobbled Swan 🕯️

Couldn't finish the shading that I wanted but oh well I still liked how it turned out.

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i need everyone to consider vivienne and dorian bonding over taking care of the inquisitor after the end of dragon age inquisition as the mark progressively gets worse and worse. vivienne with her past of watching bastien get sicker and sicker and dorian doing the same with felix, and seeing it repeat with the inquisitor. take my hand 🖐,,

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Taash Week 2025 | Day 6: Smell/Horns The smell of Tama's homemade food

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Sharing Sunday - August 3rd

Its that day of the week, Sharing Sundays! We’ve got some awesome stuff this week from the BG3 and Dragon Age fandoms; wonderful fics, art, and even a fancomic!

So enjoy these tasty treats as you head into the week, and many thanks to all the wonderful creatives who shared with us this week!

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- From @sersmuttingtoniii, we have Best Kind of Trouble, a Neverook fic featuring one of my favorite ways to use Neve’s desk in fic. From the summary: “Neve struggles to get work done while thinking about Rook. So, what happens when Trouble himself shows up and provides the best kind of distraction?”

Note: NSFW/rated M

- @mezzomoment presents Five Times Sigrun Was Convinced to Stay (And Two Times She Was Not), a piece written for Dwarf Appreciation Week featuring the DAO: Awakenings crew! From the author: “A short 5+2 series featuring conversations with Sigrun and all the companions from Awakenings that allows her to see the potential this new life as a warden has for her. No major archive warnings. Canon typical discussions of violence and death.”

- Meet the Parents (Positive), a Galemancer fic created by @imasithduh. Let’s meet Morena Dekarios! From the summary: “Tez meets Gale's mother for the first time, and it proves to be a much better experience than him meeting her parents.”

- By Neves_Champion, Dear Fellow Traveler, an exploration of what might be if the Hero of Ferelden joined the Inquisition. From the author: “An Inquisition fic that's one part Leliana/Tabris/Morrigan, one part Josephine/Adaar and one part a canon divergent version of Inquisition where my HoF is present for most of it. I hope you enjoy it!” The second chapter just dropped, so go check it out!

Note: NSFW/rated E; archive warnings for graphic depictions of violence and major character death.

- @sersmuttingtoniii, in his quest to keep us well-fed, has also created Best Laid Plans, a Neverook fancomic!

Note: NSFW

- @lovelygallus is out here creating more wonderful art, and here is Juniper “Rook” Thorne! Just a girl working out as the sun rises.

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what i love about vivienne the most is that she views the inquisitor in like, a very honest sort of way? take varric or the advisors or cassandra, who actively and constantly dehumanise the inquisitor by way of their religion. in fact nearly all of the inquisitor's human/andrastian companions do it - but vivienne! she never makes out the inquisitor as something divine or without reproach. she views them as the sum of their collective power in the world, sure, but is realistic about it. in a turn about way, the inquisitor retains their sense of self in vivienne's approach. she quite literally weighs their pros and cons right in front of them, attempts to influence the person that the inquisitor is, barely acknowledges the 'divine' status of them beyond what it serves to give them, and by extension, her. it's very realistic, grounded, and she takes pains to poke at the inquisitor themselves. vivienne views the inquisitor as simply a flawed person with power! she outwardly attempts to craft their image of divinity and prophethood all the while actively understanding (and scoffing at) the absurdity of it - and man i think its so important

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Art theft and art theft incitement

Important note: lady--lucrezia/thestolenthrone are hardly "honest artists" considering their continued art theft, harassment, missinformation and malicious tampering with the stolen art. All of this documented on this humble blog, complete with screenshots, dates, direct links and references to the original pieces and victims of thestolenthrone's scam and smear campaign.

The call is coming from inside the house.

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I've mentioned it before, but I was lucky enough to be chosen to contribute to the @raraaviszine project as a writer. here's a fun little snippet of my teia/isabela/viago triad fic!

shout-out to everyone involved in this project you're all so lovely, and a big thanks to @wildmoonwolf for offering to help me out with the preview graphic! <3

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🎵 Mama's boy, Mama's boy 🎵

(The gif kinda messed with the quality but yea)

They're not talking much even before the time VG rolls around but they def still miss eo.

Viv def gives Inky a letter to give to Quinton.

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guys i think your armour sucks in protective qualities