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This is simply beautiful!!

x. “my love and i are never truly apart. when this is all over, i will join her again. and this time, nothing will come between us.”

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Dragon Age: Origins Companions: They want something to do and saving the world is as good an activity as any. 

Dragon Age 2 Companions: A sack of angry, horny cats you drag around.

Dragon Age: Inquisition Companions: They signed up to fix a hole in the sky and then it got weird.  

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Wow!!!!

Dragon Age. Bait and switch. Me as broody elf Veela as Hawke Kira as AWESOME photograpfer

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9. Kremquisitor, pls? :3

Thank you for the prompt, @fatale-distraction!

for @dadrunkwriting!

How would we like it if stars were to burn / With passion for us we cannot return /  If equal affection cannot be /  Let the more loving one be me. [The more loving one, W.H. Auden] 

He’d always watched her from the sidelines.

She was never alone, the woman they called the Herald of Andraste, always surrounded by people far more important than he was. There was always someone clamoring for her attention, the ambassador, the spymaster, her companions, and she gave them so much of her time she had little left for the likes of him.

He was just a member of a mercenary group hired by her organization. He wasn’t even a cog in the machine, he just was. The ale that slid down his throat was as bitter as the thought that preceded it.

He vowed to be wiser. To not let a pretty elf get to him. He told himself that she was nothing special, that there was nothing especially appealing about the way her chestnut brown hair curled past her shoulders, nothing unique about those delicate, tree-like markings on her face, nothing remarkable about those sky-blue eyes. She was just another elf. That was it.

He didn’t take anyone back to his tent that night.

Then Haven fell, and he gave his all trying to protect the village, to protect her, but despite his efforts he wasn’t allowed to be by her side. That privilege went to his boss, and it was the first time Krem glowered at the man, mentally vowing to do bodily harm to him if anything happened to Lavellan, but trusting Bull to keep her safe nonetheless.

And then… Bull had returned to their group as they fled into the mountains.

He was alone.

Not even the blizzard that swirled around him matched the ice that was his heart. All he could think of in that moment was I should have told her, why didn’t I tell her, oh sweet Maker let her be safe, please let her be alive, please, I need to tell her, I have to tell her, she can’t be dead.

But the hours passed, and as the wolves howled into the silence of the icy night, he slowly began to lose hope.

Then…

A shout. “Thank the Maker! She’s alive!”

He could have wept for joy.

That her condition was grave, he expected, and kept watch over her, even if it was from a distance. He ensured that she was able to recover in privacy, keeping away the villagers who wanted to get a glimpse of the elf who had saved them. Bull shot him several looks, and he suspected that the boss knew how he felt, but at that moment, with Lavellan sequestered away in a hut, bones broken, blood lost, and fever raging, he couldn’t care less.

There was strength in her soul, a grim determination in every muscle, every sinew. She recovered, and she walked again, inspiring hope in all who saw her. Krem decided to make his move - the timing seemed appropriate - when she was whisked away by the elven mage, Solas.

His heart sank.

He knew she spent a great deal of time in conversation with the older elf, and could understand her attraction to him. Solas was knowledgeable, well-read, well-travelled, and he was able to teach Lavellan things that Krem never could. And he was part of her trusted team. How would he ever be able to compete with that?

Bleakly, he turned away.

They trudged through the Frostbacks, and he was kept busy with one task or another. In any case, he doubted if he would have been able to catch a moment with her; Lavellan was far too busy scouting ahead for signs of the mysterious fortress that Solas had told her about. A part of him, a crooked part of him, hoped that there was no fortress, that what he had told her was a lie. If there’s no fortress, the demon on his shoulder whispered, he would have lied to her, and she will never be able to trust him again.

Luck, of course, was not on his side. Skyhold was magnificent, and the last of his hopes crashed against the massive stone blocks that made up its walls.

And then she was lifted to Inquisitor, a title bearing power beyond anything he could imagine, yet all he saw was her drifting away even further from him. There was no chance for him. Not in this world.

Blessedly, his mind had little time to brood, for there was too much work to be done. The Chargers were kept busy with clearing out debris from the long-abandoned keep, and it was when he was in the middle of breaking down an old, rotting bed that he heard the door close, far too gently for the wind to have done it.

He turned around.

And froze.

Lavellan was standing before him, her eyes fixed on his, her hands clasped behind her back. Distantly, he wondered why she looked so nervous, but the most prominent thought in his mind was why is she here and what does she want?

“I, uhhh, I believe congratulations are due,” he stammered out when she said nothing.

“Oh! I- um, thank you,” she mumbled, her gaze dropping to the floor.

Though her tunic was streaked with dirt in several places, and her hair was tousled and tangled by the wind, he thought she’d never looked prettier as she did now, the sunlight shining golden on her, making her seem ethereal.

“Can I help you with something, Inquisitor?” he asked, and she flinched.

“Yes,” she seemed to come to a decision, and stiffened her spine. “I don’t want you to call me Inquisitor.”

“Wh-what would you like me to call you then?” he was baffled.

She took two steps in his direction, and it brought her almost flush to him. She was so close, he could see the specks of sapphire scattered through the iris.

“Sora,” she replied, her voice little more than a whisper. “My name is Sora.”

“Sora,” he breathed, the syllables rolling pleasantly over his tongue. “What can I do for you?”

She looked at him, a long, searching look that he thought went straight to his soul; he stood, transfixed, under the power of her gaze. Then she blinked, and the air around them shifted slightly, a light breeze swirling around them.

She leaned up-

-and kissed him.

He was too stunned to respond, certain he was in some kind of dream, but the warmth of her lips was too good to be real, the taste of her, sweet and heady, he could not have imagined, and Maker, she’s here, she’s here and she’s kissing me-

He pulled her close to him, his hands on her waist, and deepened the kiss, the small whimper she made thrilling his heart. When it ended - and it ended far too soon for him, he would never tire, ever, of kissing her, it was just not possible - they drew apart, both breathing erratically.

“Wh-” he began, just as she said, “I’m-”

“You go first,” he said, hope once again sprouting within him.

She gnawed on her lip, drawing attention to it - Maker, he wanted to kiss her again, and he groaned internally - then cleared her throat. “I’m not sorry for that,” she said, almost defiantly. “I’ve been wanting to do that for ages.”

He could only stare at her, stunned.

She… wanted… him?

She wanted him.

She wanted him.

He claimed her lips again, unable to stop himself, pouring months of pent-up emotions and feelings and desire into it, and when she pulled away, gasping for breath, he enjoyed the sight of her lips, now kiss-swollen and plump. 

“I think,” she began with a small smile, “that perhaps I was not the only one who felt that way.”

“No,” he murmured, moving closer to her. “Perhaps I can show you just how I feel?”

She placed a hand on his cheek, her thumb tracing his jaw. “What a wonderful idea.”

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okay but has anyone though about this: instead of alistair or stroud being the warden agent what if its your warden what if you had to pick between hawke and your warden

Imagine your warden turning to your inquisitor with a sad soft smile, eyes watering but certain and stubborn, saying “I let others sacrifice for me ten years ago, I won’t do that again”

Imagine Alistair asking where they were before his face slowly drops from confusion to despair, his entire body slacking and his knees crumbling from underneath him.

Imagine Leliana reading the scouts report over and over with shaking hands, the ink running down the page as the paper absorbs her tears.

Imagine Morrigan clutching a sobbing Kieran to her, soft tears falling down her cheeks as she holds her child, the boy with her lovers eyes and smile. Her only reminder of the person that now lies permanently in the fade.

Imagine Zevran reading a letter sent from Leliana, his eyes dark and unreadable. He runs his hand over the parchment before putting it down and slowly lets his despair run over him like water, his hands quivering as they run through his hair and cover his eyes, trying to pretend this wasn’t happening to him for a second time.

Imagine Denerim holding a moment of silence, the grey warden flag flying outside the palace gates at half mast as the city remembers the brave hero that saved them one last time.

Imagine the warden fighting, feeling the life slowly drain from them as their blood coats the floor. They can barely lift their arms, their eyes are shaking from the effort of staying open and their feet lose sensation but they can’t stop they can’t stop not yet.

Then suddenly they feel a presence, so familiar and warm enveloping their bruised and broken body, and their weapon finally hits the floor as the creature shouts. Then they hear it, just before their vision fades completely, the voice of an elderly mage with soft blue eyes and a knowing smile.

“you can rest now warden”

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Sonallium

I wanted to try my hand at comics so here is a little fluffy one, you can tell I ran out of steam, these are so hard to make 😖 but maybe that is a good thing because the rest of the comic turned sad very fast haha excuse my poor dialogue skills the english language is my bane

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This is freakin hillarious and so spot on!! 😂

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Please remember that Sera was raised by an emotionally manipulative/abusive noble woman who taught her to hate being an elf, and that her internal racism is an internal struggle that doesn’t come from nowhere, and that nasty inquisitors and people like Solas saying shit like “You are the furthest from what you were meant to be” to her is the opposite of helping this

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What a powerful picture of the Inquisitor and her beloved Wolf! ❤

“Tell me about your journeys.”

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Powerful and well made! 😍😢

Words of Farewell…

Or, at least, Farkhad fears they might be, because he’s going to face down Corypheus’ full force. (His mind went blank while writing the note to Josephine because he romanced her).

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This made me so sad 😢🙁

I made myself sad.png 

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This simply makes me so happy! Look at the delighted, happy and loving look Dorian has 😍😀 Awwwwwweeeee... 🙄

Dorian happily kissing his amatus is literally what I live for 

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“You were the last Inquisitor. There has not being another since you disappeared 800 years ago.”

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😂 I can imagine the gang often thinking that when the Inquisitor is pursuing all sorts of help-quests..

I could need some help with the golden halla guys… guys… Ghilan’nain …anyone?

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Waiting for Dragon Age 4 News

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I love the look on Cullen and Elena here 🙄😂 “What the hell is that idiot blabbering about? Jeeeeze…” 😒

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it’s time again...

Holy wow! I can’t believe it’s time for a 400 follower giveaway. (Well..past time; I’m just now getting a chance to get this going, so I’m already over 400!) Anyway, I’ll stop rambling. On to the good stuff!

Prize • Hero of Ferelden Starter Pack

Included are one faithful Mabari companion, one Grey Warden Heraldry pin, and one pair of Grey Warden knee socks (all from Sanshee). Everything will be shipped directly to the winner!

Rules

• Like and reblog to enter (one each per person, so up to two entries total). • You must be a follower to win. • No giveaway blogs.

Winning

Giveaway closes Friday, April 14th at 8PM EST. One winner will be chosen via random number generator and announced soon after. The winner then has 24 hours to respond to me via Tumblr Messenger. (If I don’t hear from the winner within that time period, I’ll pick a new one.)

Good luck! (And thank you all for following me!) ♥