#Blackwall

[dragonsandgayppl]

thinking about blackwall leaving the inquisitor's ass naked in a barn to go get himself hanged. most insane post nut clarity ive ever seen

[myfavoritedemons]

woops i'm dragon age blogging again in the year 2024

[artschoolglasses]

Blackwall: #1 Warden in all of Thedas ⚔️

[pickled0ctopus]

[in-the-drowning-deep]

#given bull's biggest fear is madness/demons i'm pretty sure he would have seen#himself being puppeted by demons? imagine having to fight through versions of YOURSELF where a demon decided to hitch a ride. @cassiaorsellio

god yeah that's a terrifying prospect. doubly so if your demon self is also attacking your entire party + possibly LI!

meanwhile for Sera I'm gonna go out on a limb and say it's probably darkspawn (maybe emissaries, given the way she reacts to them in the Descent). as for Blackwall.............hm. maybe the family he killed?

i love that 1) all warden contacts see darkspawn, 2) cassandra and varric both tells us what they saw (interesting that cassandra sees maggots covered in filth. maybe its related to like death/decomposition?) 3) i need to know what sera, bull and blackwall were seeing

[anhdaosart]

pardon 🍎

[marvelous-goose]

dragon age kiss week: morning

featuring my darling gwen trevelyan & blackwall, also posted to ao3 here

The first rays of the sunrise peeked through the curtains as Thom Rainier awoke. It was warm under the thick layer of blankets, a blessed shield against the chill of winter that had already begun to seep into the house. The fire in the hearth had all but died out in the night. He knew that one of them ought to get up and stoke the fire, but Gwen had tucked their face into the crook of his right shoulder at some point in the night, and he simply would not disturb their peace. Their long blue-black hair was splayed across their face, mussed and tangled, and he could feel the soft tickle of their breath against his skin. He lay his head back down on the pillow facing Gwen, gently tucking their head beneath his bearded chin; the pair fit together like two halves of a stone cracked in half, and holding them in his arms was the most natural thing Thom had ever done. The fire could wait.

It was only a few minutes later when Gwen shifted, hiked one leg over one of Thom’s and an arm over his chest to pull themselves in closer to him, as if they could burrow under his skin to keep warm. He wormed his right arm beneath them to pull them closer still, their soft frame half-atop him in a lazy sort of embrace. “You know,” he said, quiet, “one of us will need to get up soon. The fire’s almost gone out.”

They groaned blearily into his chest. “Is it my turn?”

“Only if you want it to be,” he replied.

“That means it’s my turn, doesn’t it.”

He shrugged. “Perhaps. But I wouldn’t mind doing it for you.” He reached up to play with a lock of their hair and pressed a kiss to the top of their head, breathing in the smell of their scalp, indescribable and uniquely Gwen.

They sighed, shaking off the last remnants of sleep. “No, it’s fine. Only fair, right?”

“Well, you’re the one who saved the world and all,” he pointed out. “I think you’ve done more than enough for me.”

“Right. And you just stood slack-jawed on the sidelines, like a buffoon.” They brought their one remaining hand up to rest on Thom’s chest and placed their chin atop it, giving him a coy smile. They still wouldn’t let him thank them for giving him his freedom.

He chuckled. “I suppose I did, for some of it. Hard not to watch when you’re dazzling enemies on the battlefield—or politicians in a ballroom.”

“I couldn’t have done any of it without you and you know it—if nothing else, you kept me from going insane,” they said, halfway between teasing and serious. “Now, I really don’t want the room getting any colder.” They sat up and fished around on their side of the bed, looking for the flannel shirt and pants they’d shimmied out of not long after getting into bed. Thom wasn’t lying; it was hard not to stare, especially at the Inquisitor themselves, half-naked and sleep-rumpled. Hard not to let his eyes wander across their battle-scarred arms and torso, or down to the thin horizontal scars across their chest, a trophy from a different kind of battle. In their armor, they had always carried themselves with an intimidating poise, their face a mask carved from stone—but in the wan morning light, they were nothing but themselves, and all the more beautiful for it.

Gwen deftly pulled on their clothes, braced themselves, and slipped out of bed with a hiss. “Fucking cold!”

Thom let out a loud belly laugh that filled the room, and Gwen tried to give him a dirty look in response, but there was too much fondness in their eyes to truly sell the bit. They darted across the room, grabbed the poker, and stabbed it into the embers a few times before taking a log from the pile next to the fireplace and laying it atop the slowly-revitalizing flames. Once the fire began to catch, they hurried back towards the bed, where Thom sat up waiting for them.

Gwen crawled under the covers and beelined for Thom, climbing on top of his lap and pressing their cold hand against his skin—both to warm themselves back up, and to hear his yelp of surprise. “That’s what you get for laughing at me,” they said with a wry little grin.

“Is that so?” He grabbed Gwen by the waist and flipped the pair of them—and it was their turn to yelp in surprise, albeit with a playful grin, flat on their back beneath Thom’s solid chest and framed by his muscular arms.

“Oh no, who is this strange man? I can’t quite remember his name,” they quipped, extricating their arms from Thom’s loose hold and wrapping one around his neck. “Remind me, darling—was it Blue-floor?”

He brought a hand to cup their jaw, then, trailing calloused fingers along the soft skin of their neck. “You’re ridiculous,” he replied, too sappy to truly tease them back.

They tangled their fingers in his hair and dragged him down into a searing kiss, scratching at the nape of his neck with their fingernails as their lips moved against his. He groaned and licked into their mouth eagerly, wanting more—and truly allowing himself to want it without that lingering guilt coming back to haunt him. The realization struck him; he would never be truly rid of his past, nor would he want to be rid of it, but somewhere along the line, the weight of it had become easier to bear.

Gwen’s hand drifted down his shoulder and across his chest, playing with the thick carpet of dark hair that covered it. “Of course I’m ridiculous. What else would I be?” They murmured against his cheek.

“I don’t know, and I never want to find out,” he replied.

The sun continued to rise just beyond the curtains of their bedroom upon city streets carpeted in white—the first snow of winter. When Gwen and Thom eventually got up and out of bed, they would be delighted; but in that early morning, their world spanned the four walls of their room, and it was more than enough for both of them.

[itsssmblog]

Recently, I’m working on my emmrook fanbooks, so I don’t have pieces to upload

except doodles

my Surana, Hawke(red), and Blackwall (first time draw)

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

I wonder how many heart-attacks Blackwall and Solas have per day when Cole is around.

[blackwallmancer]

hey. don't cry. shirtless Blackwall chopping wood to process his emotions ok?

[rosieofcorona]

just something sexy about a man in total despair

[artist-rat]

a big DAI commission for @ohmyarda!! 🧡 had such a blast with this!!

[seihar]

doodles from when I was replaying dai and romancing blackwall with my male inquisitor Grazham! (also Luke from @strzygon-xart !!)

it's been so long since i've posted some personal art here ... i dont think no one remember this idiot

[andrewknightley]

Ok so blackwall betrayed his country and lied to his men but "i told my soldiers to kill these guys expecting to be just armied soldiers but they had children in there i didnt know about and they killed them too" could perfectly happend an inquisition table war mission. Like blackwall blames himself only but dude maybe your men are fucking evil if they dont stop killing when they see kids.

[kiivg]

.should be.... more than friends ☝️😳. || .timelapse link under the cut.

[inky-does-art]

Header commission for @blackwallmancer <3 Thom and Mira snuggling.