#Codex

[binkyisonline]

Oh, you're the best friend that I ever had

[sanealv]

Received this more than amazing and wonderful art by @collophora!!

I’m absolutely in love with how it turned out😭 Everything is just perfect and on point. Huge thanks for the effort and this incredible work!!! 😭����💖

[brokenphoenix99]

"Sshhh, Rex'ika, I'm here."

For @codex-week Day 6 - Nightmares

Edit: Now on ao3

Tiny art Tag list: @loverboy-havocboy @chaicilatte @elismor

[sageadvice]

Crow masks found in the Dellamorte Villa and their corresponding descriptions.

[wolviecat]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66573487

Luckily, most of the clones didn't burn easily. Otherwise, Rex was pretty sure they would both end up red and crispy, with how easy it was to ignore the time like that.

But he was definitely going to end up with some strange tan lines.

for @binkyisonline as a part of @clone-exchange #CEsummer25

hope you like it ❤️

[dalishious]

BLESS whoever wrote this codex entry.

Finally, a voice of reason behind the revelations about the Evanuris... It still doesn't excuse the the genocide inflicted upon the elves by the human settlers! It still doesn't mean elves can't mourn the culture, history, and freedom that was stolen from them!

And I really love Strife's comment at the bottom, about how whoever wrote this letter is not alone in their feelings. This is especially nice coming from Strife, because per Tevinter Nights, we know he wasn't even born Dalish, but joined a clan later in life. It goes to show that it's not just a Dalish thing; it's an elven thing as a whole.

[nomoreorders]

Just a Kiss

[dark--whisperings]

✨FIC UPDATE: Fire In Your Bloodshot Eyes✨

Oh haiiii there friendos!! Apologies for the brief hiatus, but I'M BACK.

Chapter 4 is now live. And, as an apology for the delay, it's a long and smutty update! 😈💖✨

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Title: Fire In Your Bloodshot Eyes

Pairing: CC-2224 | Cody / CT-7567 | Rex

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 4/6

Chapter Word Count: 4.6k

Summary:

Captain Rex wasn’t sure when he started looking, or why Fleet Marshal Commander Cody of all troopers suddenly caught his eye. All Rex knew for sure was that these days, whenever his gaze wandered past the familiar white and gold armour, he couldn’t seem to pry his eyes away from the smug asshole. OR Five times Cody caught Rex looking at him. And one time Rex caught Cody gazing back.

Link:

[sha-brytols]

apprentices dont even know they might be killed during their harrowing .

[moriaarts]

They deserve to get old! I want my clones old and with so many years behind them they become even less identical. And most importantly, Rex and Cody’s happiness

[loustica-lucia]

DATV — ☀️Sunrise & Sunset 🌙

Alba de Riva, The Heart of Antiva🔥

Timelapse:

[omaano]

“You will be required to do wrong no matter where you go. It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity."

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

For Day 3 - Clone Rebellion of @codex-week with additional inspitation worked in from the alt prompts DO ANDROIDS DREAM OF ELECTRIC SHEEP BY PHILIP K. DICK, and BLUE BIRCH MARSH BY JEF BOURGEAU

Bonded Pair, Do Not Separate - or they might lose their colours

The Alt prompts used here:

DO ANDROIDS DREAM OF ELECTRIC SHEEP BY PHILIP K. DICK

BLUE BIRCH MARSH BY JEF BOURGEAU

I saw all these trees and I knew I had to work them into my piece!!!

[brokenphoenix99]

A Kiss To Make It Better

For @codex-week Day 1 - Tending Wounds

After ensuring that his and Rex's injured men were seen safely into the care of the medics, and giving comfort where he could, Cody finally let Rex take care of his own wounds.

🥺🥺🥺🥺

Tiny art tag list: @loverboy-havocboy

[miss-alice-evelynn]

I do think it's criminal how the new symbiotes had such little screen time BUT I do love how they were like "Venom take your bf and protect your child" lmao

*Codex was Dylan Brock's alias in the comics - I see what they did there

[ohmyarda]

Written for @daflowerzine. Spot illustrations by @kalidels.

VANDAL ARIA. A flowering shrub that is often associated with the rose due to its sweet scent. Its closely related cousin, the felicidus aria, is capable of growing in blighted lands. The vandal aria - while lacking in this quality - still tends to be found almost everywhere, especially warm and dry climates. It's said that if the vandal aria is left unchecked, it will overtake an area.

Now that the zine has been fully published and the left-over sales are finished, here is my contribution to ARDENT BLOSSOM: A Botanical Compendium. Inspired by Solas' interpretation of an especially stubborn plant who does not always perceive surrender as an option. I'm a good sucker for foreshadowing; thank you for letting me write!

Transcript under the cut.

“Amidst the ever-shifting dunes, I see it – that small, flowering shrub that grows stubborn against the drifts. It blooms as if ignorant of the hostile terrain that it is has made home, or despite it.

‘It would not surprise me,’ the Warden Blackwall commented as we sat near each other in the light of the feeble campfire that illuminated the immediate space around us, ‘if the Vandal Aria came first and the deserts came later.’

I watch in the glowing darkness as the sands batter against the rose. In a moment, I dread to see the meager shrub be torn apart by the blistering winds that chase down the slope that has assaulted our own tents for the better half of a few hours. Yet though its green stalk bends and its petals open to drink the storm, it does not break – it merely sways, a wayward dance in the nighttime.

‘It is desperate to survive,’ I say.

Days earlier, we crossed a withered landscape where the Vandal Aria had cracked the stone as it pushed its way to the surface. The entire length of the stoneway bridge was covered in the sweet-smelling herb.

I saw how she choked the life out of any other plant senseless enough to grow near her, as the Vandal Aria will risk no competition. She is as wild as she is determined.

We can learn a great deal from her – the will to survive, and the grim horrors that must be accosted in order to do so. It is a grave lesson that the Inquisitor has learnt. Let us not be so modest that we cannot acknowledge that in order for one to survive, the deaths of others might be had.

Yet, let me conclude these observations with this:

If even the Vandal Aria can flower in an endless vastness of nothingness, then so to, can we. Even when there is nothing, is there not the chance to begin again. One just has to ask themselves –

At what cost, and am I willing to pay it?”

A written account by the apostate Solas in the Hissing Wastes, 9:41 Dragon, preserved in the Skyhold Archive and recovered in 9:43 Dragon at the request of Divine Victoria.

[louroth]

[UNIDENTIFIED] unlocked codex

LOCATION DESIGNATION: Outer Ring of the Riven Expanse

STATUS: Fractured perimeter zone [Stabilized, contested]

NOTES ON ACCESS: Restricted to authorized Pathfinders and Runners only

“The trees forget the hands that shaped them. Tongue of rot. Tooth of renewal.”

— Anonymous runners diary, salvaged at 89.29891,-21.84670

Suspended high upon the bone-like lattice of ancient trees, the Outer Ring is the last veil of order before the wilderness swells into its endless, unshaped heart.

The walkways rise like a second spine across the forest canopy. They bear the weight of countless Paths taken, countless footprints pressed into salt-streaked planks. Here, Runners and Pathfinders trade whispers and scars, making ready for sorties into the heart of the woods.

Each path is marked by sigils and knots, some official, many unofficial — wards scrawled by desperate hands. All agree upon one rule:

Never walk alone. Never walk at dusk. Never trust silence.

Researcher’s Note: The deep is suspected to operate upon an unknown physical logic. Periodic excursions conducted to map its terrain have yielded no coherent cartography. Teams return fragmented, their instruments rendered meaningless. Occasionally, the forest itself returns fragments of those departed — a boot, a horn, a page from a waterlogged journal — deposited upon the walkways as if to mock the endeavor.