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A tarot-like card with my warden, Lainel! I took me a while to figure out the background, but my boy deserves a pretty illustration

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Changed up what I'm offering for commissions right now. Place your orders through Ko-Fi!

I still have 2 slots left for my God/dess style inspired by Hades!

Unlimited slots left for:

Hades-inspired high contrast lineart, half- to 3/4 body, 1 character

Colorable lineart, extra characters available! The lines are carefully closed so you can paint-bucket yourself, OR you can pay me to color it too.

Plain lineart, extra characters available! You can pay me to color this too in a flat style.

Every comm helps me with this old man. <3

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i glance at my tumblr mutual reblogging from me again.. blushes and looks away..... my trasured mutual, you mysterious and charming being.....what are we? i hope... maybe someday, we could be something more... something like..discord friends

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Haven has fallen.

Dragon Age inquisioner, Arlen

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*ahem* Are you sure the evanuris aren't real gods? Because that ass is the answer to my prayers.

Seeker?… 

-clears throat- Very well. 

No need to keep praying, now. 

-Solas

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you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

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A century from now, your own story may be another verse… and who knows how much truth it will hold?

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for one shining moment the spotify algorithm was good, now when I put on "2010s mix" it plays Qunari on the Rise from the Dragon Age II soundtrack

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Fic rec Friday

who wants some fanfic recs?!

inspired by the fanwork rec prompt i've seen going around, and by the prompts from the last @justleaveacommentfest event! (yeah this is late ignore that)

anyway, i wanted to rec a little mix of newer and older fics from different fandoms! so here are just a few that i've been enjoying or thinking about lately:

Dragon Age: We Few Against The Wind (Series) by irhinoceri

From Butterflies at the End of the World: Surana and Amell have spent half their lives confined to the Circle of Magi. Surana chafes at the imprisonment but Amell chooses to embrace the Chantry's teachings. Despite this, they are friends until Jowan forces them to make a hard decision that will change the course of their lives and threaten the foundations of their relationship. The end is just the beginning.

Not just a fic, a whole series!

All Origins Are True here, and each fic focuses on a different collection of characters. It's a great setup, because it means that even with such a large cast, all the characters get some time to shine

Fantastic characterization and insight into the world

Compelling relationships and dynamics between all the characters

The series as a whole is still in progress, but many fics have been completed. My personal fav is Butterflies at the End of the World, the Amell/Surana installment!

Pathfinder: The Prodigal Tiefling by @dujour13

Let it never be said Woljif Jefto was not a survivor.

a fantastic Woljif fic, showing what happened behind the scenes during his Act 2/Act 3 absence

great characterization of Woljif, and great setup for Woljif/Sia, which is a ship that always warms my heart

also some great angst, which i always enjoy, especially knowing how things eventually end up for these two

Pillars of Eternity: for she walks the road with thee by @starlightcleric

All things cycle onward, but she yet lives. And where does Berath live but in all the spaces between? In every doorway, in every dusk, in every wheel that circles round? How can she help but praise her god that carries them all forward? How can she help but yearn for their voice, their touch?

one-shot focused on the relationship between a priestess of Berath and her god, and it's so fantastic

the PoE gods are my favorite of any video game pantheon, and this fic explores Berath in such an interesting way!!

for a relatively short fic, there's so much emotion here as we follow through Calendula's story

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awakening crew inexplicably lusting after anders is out, awakening crew inexplicably lusting after carver is in. welcome to the age of sigrun, velanna and nathaniel watching carver do push ups and egging on each other into chatting him up

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“Solas, bright and sad, observes and accepts. Spirit self, seeing the soul, Solas, but somehow sorrows.”

“Voice ringing with fullness from both worlds, guiding me to the shining places. He calls himself Pride.“

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I'm incapable of sticking to one hobby at a time, so I crocheted a snuggly little halla. Dragon Age brainrot is forever

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artists, this is ur reminder to start drawing references or redesign your original characters before artfight in july this year

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"the funny thing about facing imminent death is that it really snaps everything else into perspective" is such a Zev thing to say, don't you think?

holds up this finely crafted Zevran/Mahariel angst for you :3

wc: 564

for @dadrunkwriting

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Sari gathered her arrows from the assassin’s cohort first, sliding them into the divided section of her quiver for later cleaning. Finally, when only Taliesen’s corpse remained, she stepped hesitantly to Zevran’s side.

“I’m sorry,” she offered, wincing as the sentiment fell flat. His answering smile was just as fake.

He knelt and pulled his dagger from Talisen’s gut, wiping it against his former comrade’s leathers. Sari closed her eyes and tried not to remember her own Taliesen, a blighted corpse burned away to ashes along the road to Redcliffe.

Zevran’s hand shook as he closed eyelids over sightless eyes. When he stood, that easy smile he’d worn when they stumbled into his trap, before they tore all of each other’s walls down, was firmly in place. But now, Sari could see the painted edges for the mask they were.

“Zev…”

“Such is the way of things.” He shook his head and shoved his dagger back into its sheath. “So: what now?”

Sari ran a hand down her braid and winced at the blood already going tacky there. “Back to Eamon, I think, with the news about the alienage—“

“That is not what I meant, my dear Warden.”

“Oh?”

“As I recall, I offered you an oath some time ago. But the Crows will assume I am dead alongside Taliesen; in theory, it would be possible for me to leave now, if I wished.”

An icy fist reached down Sari’s throat and clenched around her heart. Leave? The earring she no longer wore seemed to burn a hole through the pocket where she still kept it close.

“You see, the funny thing about facing imminent death is that it really snaps everything into perspective.” An edge crept into his voice and Sari felt it as a blade sharpened on her skin. Her face fell flat.

“You have a well-assembled troupe at your back,” Zevran continued. “It seems I could leave, go somewhere the Crows would never find me, and leave you no worse for the wear. If you release me from my oath, of course.”

Sari’s gaze bored into him, hiding her own turbulent reaction even as she tried to see through his facade. Was this retribution? Fear? There was a very real chance they would all die in short order, if not at Loghain’s sword, then by the archdemon. And even if they lived—how many would be Tainted? More than would survive the Joining, certainly, if they survived long enough to accept such a fate.

It was not a consideration for her or Alistair, but at this point…how could she ask any of these others that she’d grown to cherish to stay?

“If you want to go, you should go.” In her fear, in the sharp pain she wasn’t quite acknowledging, the sentiment came out much harsher than she meant it. But it was too late to tuck the words back inside.

“But that is what I am asking you—“

“I can’t tell you what you want, Zevran,” Sari snapped. Already her hackles were raised, the defense of her preemptively wounded heart launched. “But if you have to ask, well. Maybe you should just go.”

They held each other’s gaze for a long moment, until finally Zevran jerked away with a stiff nod.

“Very well,” he murmured. “Fare thee well, Grey Warden.”

Then he was gone. And Sari was alone.