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no dragon age romance will ever compare to zevran arainai. he's bisexual. he was raised in a murder assassin torture cult after being raised in a brothel. he has a bunch of tattoos and even knows how to give them. he tries to murder you when you first meet him and then poses sexily afterwards. he says he's skilled at lockpicking and then never manages to pick a single lock in the entire game. he murdered his last lover after falsely believing that she betrayed the crows. he regularly slept with his marks before killing them to give them one last good night alive. when you ask him to have sex with you he says one liners like "arghhh pirate zevran reporting for duty!" he gets upset and broody when he realizes that he's in love with you after you ask him for more in your relationship. he proposes to you with an earring from a dead guy before he even tells you that he loves you. he's the only companion to almost completely stay with you after origins (besides the dlcs and parts of da2, he presumably stays with you the rest of your lives). if you die, he never gets into a relationship or has sex with anyone ever again. he constantly talks about you when he's away from you (da2). he calls the sword of the dead king of ferelden "sexy" and says that he "must have it". he's a devout andrastian. he loves being an assassin and doesn't feel bad about murdering people. you can have a threesome with him and a woman he used to sleep with and helped save from her abusive husband. he's slept with countless people and you're the first person that he's ever actually loved. he spends the rest of his life when he's not with you devoted to terrorizing the organization that abused him as a child (and adult) and killing of its leaders. when you tell him that you love him, he says that "he knows." he's blonde. and he's perfect in every way possible.

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your beloved pookie will be yours. no need to be a misogynistic scum towards Neve and everything she's doing.

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My little meow meow✨️

Got a new photo card holder and needed something fitting to go inside 👀 if you also want a viago photocard in your life, feel free to print it out for yourself 💕

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Viago De Riva as a Furby

Viago Week Day 6: Alternative Universe

Furbys walked so Labubus could run.

@viagoweek

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more (belated) 𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓎 ! 🧜‍♂️ a really fun collab with the incredible @purplejuni who painted the color after i did the lines 💜 💜 💜

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Soft comfort 💖

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Despite everything, it's still you.

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Every other part is a doodle except for the abs.

Because I know what my priorities are

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CW: Snake, Blood Ossuary Ossuary Prints and Merch >> Here! This thing has been inhabiting my brain for months and I'm finally glad its down on paper 😌 Now to move ahead with commissions.

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incomings ueu

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12 👀

Here you go!

"Don't go too far ahead Cyrrith!" Dorian calls, cursing as his boot squelches in mud. Cyrrith turns, face lit up by the veil fire torch.

"I'll be fine! I have Dirthamin's vallaslin!" Cyrrith turns the corner before he can hear anymore protests. There's so much to discover. A holy site of his people. Cyrrith looks around the ruin in wonder. He follows winding corridors, drawn to a room where the water is over his ankles. There's an artifact of Dirthamin in it. Cyrrith hesitates for a moment before his hands wrap around it.

A chill goes down Cyrrith's spine. He turns around, stumbling back at the sight of another figure in the room. It's only slightly taller than Cyrrith, head tilted as it stares down at him. Cyrrith can't make out his features, it's like the shadows wrap around it. He lifts the torch, dropping it as eyes that are too blue reflect the light. Cyrrith feels himself getting pulled into the inky range of the figure. "Why are you all alone child of Dirthamin?"

"I'm not alone," his voice quivers.

A pitch black hand strokes across his cheek, over the lines of his vallaslin. "Oh but you are alone. You have no clan. And your friends have left you behind."

"That's not true, my friends are right," Cyrrith turns to the door but it's gone. He falters.

The voice is suddenly in his ear. "Inquisitor Lavellan. Only Dalish elf in the Inquisition. Made it so he'll always be the only Dalish elf in the Inquisiton."

"That's not what happened!" He turns but the figure is gone.

"If you had gone you could have saved them."

Cyrrith clenches his fists, his back throbs where his tattoo lies. "You don't know that!"

"You could save the rest of them. The ones scattered across Thedas. We could save them." Cyrrith whips around again. There's nothing. "We could save your sister."

Cyrrith swings. It's like punching a wall of ice. He shouts in pain as a shrill hiss makes his ears ring. "Where is she?!" Cyrrith roars while ice encases his arms. "Where is my sister?!"

Claws dig into his shoulder and teeth bite into his skin. He screams as they collide with the floor. The water suddenly gone. Cyrrith writhes, kicking at where the things gut should be. He bites down on its shadowed arm. His mouth explodes in agony. Ice digs into his gums and tongue. Cyrrith and the creature screech. He shifts his weight, rolling so he can pin the thing below him. Cyrrith grabs it by the head and slams it into the stone. "Where are they?! Where are they?!" Bone shatters beneath his fingers with each slam. The thing only laughs. Cyrrith can feel cold seeping into every inch of him. Something wraps around his middle and lifts. "Let go of me! Let go!"

"Cyrrith it's me!" Cyrrith goes limp. "It's me," Dorian's voice is right in his ear. "It was a demon Cyrrith. Look at it."

Cyrrith does, right as Bull slams his axe into its neck. The world is suddenly not as dark. The door is there again and veil fire lights it up. "It knew where they were. It said it knew."

Dorian lets go of him so he can put himself between Cyrrith and the dead demon. "Look at me, it just wanted to possess you Cyrrith. It was going to say whatever it thought would get you to let it possess you." Cyrrith deflates when Dorian gently touches his arms. "Maker, look at you." He tries to wipe the blood away from Cyrrith's mouth. "How did that happen?"

"I think I bit it?" Everything feels like a blur of numbness.

"Well that's certainly one way to fight a demon. Come on, let's get you warm, you're soaked to the bone." He guides Cyrrith out of the room. There are lit baskets of veil fire throughout the temple. Cyrrith feels himself sinking into Dorian's side. "Maybe we can come back."

Cyrrith shrugs even though it hurts. "Maybe the secrets here should stay secrets."

There's a long hum and Dorian tucks him in closer to his side. "Whatever you decide amatus, I'll be at your side."

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28 and maybe 30?

I did both again!!

If he had known there were going to be red templars that spit red lyrium he wouldn't have brought his little sister. It's not that he thinks she's incapable, Ashara was supposed to be Clan Lavellan's next Keeper until it was destroyed. It's that he still has nightmares of her dying from red lyrium poisoning.

Dorian knows, he's the only one who knows. He knows about the nightmares, about sometimes looking at his sister and seeing her dying moments. Cyrrith tries to bring the red Templar down with a burst of arrows, maybe even draw its attention if he's lucky. But he's set on Ashara and her magic. Cyrrith is pulling back another arrow when he spits red lyrium.

Cyrrith shouts just as Dorian rams into Ashara. She collides with the ground with a grunt. There's a horrible sound as the red lyrium pierces Dorian's skin. He wobbles, gives Cyrrith a weak smile, and falls.

The spectre of Dorian appears a second later. Cyrrith takes a deep breath, nocking another arrow. He has to stay calm. Can't lose his nerve now. He counts the seconds that Dorian's ghost stays up. Cyrrith can't give into the urge to run to Dorian until this thing is dead. He barks an order at Cassandra, not even sure what he's saying. It makes sense to her though. She slays the thing not five seconds later.

Ashara is next to Dorian before Cyrrith. Her bare hands reach for the red shards sticking out of Dorian. "Don't touch him!" Cyrrith's voice booms across the cavern. Ashara flinches back. His knees slam into the ground beside her. "You can't just touch red lyrium bare handed Ashara!"

"Don't shout at me I'm just trying to help!" She sits back and watches Cyrrith wrap his gloved hands around the shards. "He took that hit for me. It was supposed to be me… please, no, Cyrrith, please… why did he do that?" Cyrrith doesn't answer her. "Cyrrith why did he do that?!"

He pulls out a shard and discards it. It feels like Dorian's whole side is littered with red lyrium. "Check his pulse but be careful." Cyrrith keeps his voice blank. Ashara scowls and does as he says.

"Pull the bigger shards out last."

"I know."

"He'll bleed out if you don't."

"I know!" Dorian's body shudders and his eyes just barely open. "Hey, easy, don't try to move. You've still got a lot of red lyrium in you."

"That's unfortunate," Dorian rasps, laying his head back. "Really puts a damper on my plans to seduce you tonight." Cyrrith lets out a wet laugh and pulls out another shard. Dorian shouts.

"Sorry, they have to come out."

"Am I going to scar?"

Cyrrith shakes his head. "No, Ashara's going to get you all healed up. You'll be fine." Cyrrith expects a witty remark from Dorian. But none comes. Dorian's head lolls back against the ground. "Dorian! Hey! Wake up! Please. Please wake up…" Cyrrith begs.

"He passed out from the pain. Inquisitor," Cassandra is next to him, a hand on his shoulder, "let me do it." Cyrrith nods, moving so he's beside Dorian's head. He yanks his gloves off and drops them into the dirt. Cyrrith cradles Dorian's head in his lap, stroking his fingers across his cheek. Cassandra is perfunctory in her work, listening to Ashara's directions.

Ashara jumps into action as soon as the last piece is removed. Magic encases Dorian's side, her focus unwavering. Dorian shudders back into consciousness. "There you are vhenan," Cyrrith stares into Dorian's eyes, looking for a hint of a red glow.

"Did I go somewhere?" Dorian reaches for Cyrrith's right hand and entangles their fingers. "You have that furrow in your brow again."

"You got impaled several times by red lyrium Dorian." Cyrrith leans down and kisses his forehead.

Dorian smiles and struggles to sit up. He leans against Cyrrith, turning his head to whisper in his ear. "You saw her dying again amatus. I know you did. I didn't want you to relive that." Cyrrith holds onto Dorian tight. "You're going to have to carry me out of here. I hope you know that."

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7

Hehehehehe

Cyrrith holds the papers in his right hand. He doesn't want to accidentally destroy this hastily written will. Dorian is standing before him, brow furrowed as he tries to figure out what Cyrrith holds. "I want you to have this. I apologize for the terrible penmanship in advance. The mark has made it… difficult to write."

Dorian frowns and takes the papers, scanning over them. "This reads like a will."

Cyrrith nods stiffly. "That's because it is my will. Or at least the closest the Dalish have to a will."

Something dark passes across Dorian's face. "You're not giving this to me."

"Amatus please, I need you to execute this for me when I die."

Dorian drops the papers and backs away from Cyrrith, it makes his heart sting. "Don't!" He takes a deep breath. "You can't ask this of me."

Cyrrith goes to his knees and collects the papers so they're back in order. "I am, please Dor, I need you to do this for me."

"No. No, stop. Stop talking like that. You're gonna be fine." Dorian backs away again, hands held in front of him like that will stop Cyrrith from advancing again with the will clenched in his right hand.

"Dorian."

"Stop it," his voice cracks as tears well in his eyes.

"Dorian I'm dying." Cyrrith nearly chokes while saying it but he remains firm. "The mark is killing me. It's… it's been killing me since I first got it."

Dorian's mouth drops open. "You knew?" Tears drip down Dorian's cheeks. "All this time you knew?"

"I'm so sorry Dorian." Cyrrith can't help that tears start to lick down his face as well. "I know I should have told you sooner." He takes in a ragged breath, feeling the mark begin to crackle to life as emotions start swelling in his chest. Cyrrith scrambles back, papers scattering in his haste to get away. He doubles over, biting back a scream of agony as the room lights up with the green energy.

When it fades back Cyrrith whimpers, clutching his left arm as it throbs. He keeps his back to Dorian, too focused on the pain to hear him crossing over. He flinches when Dorian touches his shoulder. "Amatus," Dorian wipes away Cyrrith's tears as more of his own fall. "I… I'll do it. If you die I'll execute your will." He pulls Cyrrith into a bone crushing hug, feeling Cyrrith melt into it. "Just try and come back to me alright?"

Cyrrith sniffles and clings to Dorian's robes. "I promise."

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5 or 29 :3

Haha i did both

It's out of the corner of his eye that he sees Dorian go down. Dorian, who was too close to the damned dragon. Cyrrith knows, logically, that they can't fall back. That this dragon has been harming civilians and Inquisition agents alike. But the urge to call for a retreat is so strong it almost escapes his lips. Cyrrith doesn't though, he fires off an explosive arrow at the dragon and sprints for where Dorian fell.

Cyrrith nearly jumps out of his skin as a spectral Dorian rises from Dorian's supine form. It charges right into battle, spells firing away. Cyrrith shakes his head as if to clear it and continues his rush over to Dorian. He uncorks a healing potion and pours it into Dorian's mouth.

Nothing happens.

"What?" Cyrrith shakes Dorian, like that will make it take effect. "Come on, come back to me Dorian." The dragon roars and Cyrrith flinches. He really hopes its a death knell. Cyrrith ducks his head, dropping his bow so he can cradle Dorian's face. The ground shakes with a thud. His heart pounds with it, looking up to see the ghost of Dorian disappear while the dragon dies. Cyrrith uncorks another healing potion and forces Dorian to swallow it.

There's a long moment of terror when he fears that the potion won't work. But Dorian's silver eyes open, hazy with pain. "There you are vhenan. Can you sit up for me?" Dorian groans in pain, pushing himself up as best he can. "Tell me what hurts, and be specific."

Dorian rests his back against a large rock. "Everything."

He grins when Cyrrith frowns at him. "That is not specific."

Dorian offers his head towards Cyrrith and Cyrrith bumps their foreheads together. "Think my thigh got cut. Besides that everything feels bruised."

"You know I'll be checking when we get back to camp?"

"I'd expect nothing less my dear." Dorian replies while Cyrrith moves his robes out of the way. He hisses when Cyrrith touches his thigh. "You're an evil man."

Cyrrith's brow furrows, "you need stitches."

"Pfft, you can't possibly—sweet Maker do not prod at it to prove your point!" He swats at Cyrrith who only has a finger extended towards the injury. "Please tell me you're not going to stitch me up here."

Cyrrith glances up at him, then around at the area. They're too exposed. "I'll just clean and wrap it for now. But if you start feeling lightheaded you need to tell me immediately." When Dorian acquiesces Cyrrith douses his thigh with clean water. He binds Dorian's leg with bandages, checking the tightness thrice before nodding. "Can you stand?"

"I can try," Dorian admits. "Help me up though."

"Here, lean on me. I can carry you." Cyrrith smiles as he slings one of Dorian's arms over his shoulders and stands. Dorian drops all his weight against him. "You know I can pick you up."

"Cyrrith Lavellan don't you dare. That would be far too embarrassing."

Cyrrith grins and bonks their heads together again. "It's a long walk back to camp. If you want The Iron Bull can carry you." His voice suddenly gets low and earnest in Dorian's ear. "I just don't want to see you in pain ma vhenan."

Heat floods to Dorian's cheeks. "Fine, you can carry me you sap."

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I like Spite as much as I like Lucanis ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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The fool’s errand of trying to teach a rook to craft