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i do sometimes wonder if the few depictions of andraste with red hair happen bc of that one image of her death where her blood is staining her hair

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Fandom spaces have GOT to stop finding out about concept art & saying they were supposed to have x or y. That’s not how concept art works, there isn’t a secret better show they decided to hide from you for no reason

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OC Wardorbe

was tagged by @no1felassanpegger, @classicleechaos, and @reevuhs so I guess I gotta go 3 characters thems the rules. So I will be sharing Tanaleth, Phaedra, and Ellie (I've done Rosalind before so makes sense to give my other ocs some love and these are the ones who have some fashion sense)

gonna tag: @howdy-for-archon and @saltyowlets

Tanaleth Aldwir

Phaedra Ingellvar

Elaine "Ellie" Thorne

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Commission by the very talented @lomakes + little wip snippet as a treat <3

“You never know.” Kayli’s hands moved up to cup Anora’s cheeks, leaning in to press her lips against hers. It was tender and slow. Too many months had passed since she had last felt her lips on hers, since she had felt the touch of her soft skin. She wanted to enjoy the moment as much as she could, enjoy it as if it were their last kiss. Anora wrapped her arms around Kayli’s waist, pulling her closer, their bodies pressed against each other. Her lips parted slightly, allowing Kayli’s tongue to slip inside and deepen the kiss.

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“i asked grok” “i asked chatgpt” well i asked tywin lannister and he said the lion does not concern himself with the opinions of sheep

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we are the daughters of the women you couldn’t sell to one direction

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Your sixth most recent emoji is how your guardian angel feels about you

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WIP Wednesday

thanks for the tag @woodlandeelf ilu <3 i'm posting this now bc 1. i'm excited 2. so tristan gets the tag on an actual wednesday lmfao

currently i'm working on a davnoam piece for The Lighthouse AU, working title "nerd yearning":

(javi belongs to @ittybi, fintan belongs to @howdyfromantiva <3)

The theme night has their mind buzzing with possibilities, and they're already making a rough sketch of paired outfits for it by the time they realize they haven't even asked Davrin if he wants to go with them, yet. But the idea taking form in their mind is too good, needs to be put down on paper before they forget. The Paladin and the Bard who sings his praises. It's going to require a ludicrous amount of hot glue and cardboard, maybe calling in a favor or two from Bea, but the visual is so perfect it's a bit overwhelming. That's how Davrin finds them when he gets back from working out with Taash; sitting cross-legged on the floor, staring at a hastily completed sketch. "Is that a project for one of your classes?" Davrin asks curiously, dropping down to the living room floor with them to get a better look. Davrin always cares about what Noam gets up to, asks questions and really listens to the answer, files it away for later to ask for updates. He's the best friend Noam's ever had. They chew on their pencil before answering, trying to find the right words. "No. I—", they sigh, "I might've gotten carried away with an idea." Davrin laughs, warm and affectionate. "What is it this time?" "There's a D&D theme night at the Lighthouse next Friday." They explain. "I thought it could be fun if we went together and dressed up." Davrin smiles fondly at Noam, and it's a relief. "Sure, why not? I don't have any plans that night. What did you have in mind?" "Remember that oneshot I badgered Fintan into DM'ing for us?" "Of course I do." Davrin's smile morphs into a smirk, mirth dancing in his eyes. "I remember saving your ass from a pissed off ghoul, mostly." It's Noam's turn to laugh, the memory making their insides go all fuzzy. They're still not sure how much of the rules uncle Fin actually knew, because he'd seemed to be winging it and leaning into rule of cool almost the entire time. Noam had also tactically employed the dreaded puppy dog eyes to convince Javi, their step-father, to join as a player and give them a chance at a halfway balanced party. Mom still teases him about it over dinner, sometimes. It'd been the start of family tabletop nights, and they're still held monthly to this day. (Uncle Dorian, for his part, retreats to the kitchen with Isabela, and they both unwind over a glass of red while Dorian pretends to complain about making the long drive just so his husband can make silly voices at a bunch of adults. No one points out that if he didn't want to come, Dorian definitely would've stayed behind.) And no one needs to know that Noam still doodles little stick figures meant to represent Davrin's paladin and their bard in the margins of their lecture notes. It's not like Davrin doesn't still have the now sort of crumbling air-dry clay attempt at minis he'd made for them, too.

tagging @basedonconjecture, @no1felassanpegger, @nonagesimus, @rookamell and @marvelous-goose <3

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Been busy with work and comms but nothing can keep me from drawing him

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😘💖

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LITERALLY! and I'm not just putting it in the tags bc while I love veilguard but as someone who only plays dai for Josephine there is no way

like literally no way Josephine, my beloved, who knows optics and is probably one of the most romantic™️ romances in the series, is waiting 10 YEARS!

out of all the romances in dai, to me she's the one who is getting married to the inquisitor first! you could argue that you are particularly engaged during the base game romance by dueling her betrothed FOR HER HAND! which was a public duel doing that and then NOT getting married for 10 years that looks bad for her, and the inquisitors image. like looks bad in both political optics of not solidifying that connection but also romantically bc have a public duel for her and public declaration of love and then doesn't get married for 10 years. plus weddings are very powerful and important events, a great way to make connections and show favor like they had at least one (in my heart two one for close family and friends and a political one)

her romance is also so heavily inspired by romance books/media to the point it has always been crazy that she didn't get a wedding in trespasser like it drives me insane. I could accept if they got married afterward, and it's acknowledged in the letter from her in veilguard, but for the game to try and tell me they haven't gotten married AFTER 10 YEARS. 10 YEARS AND SHES JUST NOW TALKING ABOUR PROPOSING?! BFFR

like incorrect buzzer noises from me as well as me screaming over them! anyways canon is my bitch bc my inquisitors are married to her, and on their nights not working, they are having wine and doll making/customizing nights

i enjoy veilguard. i am mostly chill about it. my status as a Dock Town Enjoyer is well documented atp.

but goddamn are you never selling me the idea that Josephine Montilyet took ten years to decide she wanted to marry the Inquisitor. NOPE THAT'S INCORRECT THANKS

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Anora/Kayli AU fic for everyone (you're getting pretty post tomorrow when my head stops hurting and i no longer have double vision)

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roots planted in my skin <- read on ao3, 30241 words, complete

illario/f!rook de riva, rating: explicit

Time still feels like an otherworldly soup, every now and then, but it gets better. The strange, contradictory feelings she has for Illario never quite fade. They make a home in her chest, never too bothersome but always still there. Maybe this can be okay, too. But of course, because Bea is the Maker's least favorite child, that all goes sideways soon after. - Rook, otherwise known as Bea de Riva, goes home after saving the world. Things are complicated.

it's finally done. 5 chapters and an epilogue, messy exes-to-lovers, running away to elope, power plays between viago and his heir, a dash of crow politics here and there, and a healthy dose of exploration of Illario's parents in later chapters.

tag preview under the cut in case anything is a no-go for you

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @lucaniseyebrowlicker!

I have no idea who has or hasn’t been tagged so I’m gonna assume everyone I normally would has been at this point. 😅

I have been in a serious writers block recently but I went digging in my WIP Mountain and pulled out one of the surviving bits from my original attempt at writing about Illario and my romance for him, my OC Chiara De Riva (she is not rook in my canon that this takes place in so not technically illarook but meh). I changed up my Canon after writing this so most of the rest of what I wrote had to be scrapped but this will forever be their first kiss. Also for context this occurs just after she gave him an antidote for her poisoning him during a duel because he was being too cocky about being able to beat her lol

“For a House that doesn’t kneel, you Dellamortes look so pretty on your knees”

She said, her voice dropping low as she watched him.

Illario stared up at her, still gasping for breath for another moment, then with reflexes that screamed of his years of Crow training he was up, his mouth pressed to hers in a bruising kiss. The hand on her hip tightened its grip as the other wrapped around her side, splaying his hand across her lower back to pull her in closer.

Chiara inhaled sharply through her nose, her eyes fluttering shut as she reciprocated the kiss, her hand loosening its grip on his chin. Her other hand joined in sliding up his jaw and over the soft short hair of his undercut until she could bury her fingers in his hair, tugging its usual bun loose. The kiss was anything but soft, too many months of pent up tension between them pouring into it as she bit at his lower lip before soothing the bite with her tongue. Illario groaned at that, one of his hands rising to grip her jaw, tilting her face for a better angle as he licked into Chiara’s mouth. Chiara’s head spun and she lost herself in the sensation of his all consuming kiss, not even realizing Illario had been slowly backing them both towards the wall until her back pressed against the cool stone.

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Wip Wednesday

was tagged by @nonagesimus

tagging for today or for next week if been tagged already @classicleechaos, @saltyowlets, and @marvelous-goose

okay some very different characters this wip wednesday, using my hof Cora Amell and Nathaniel Howe. I have never shared my writing for them but I decided to write for them for dakissweek so here is a snippet from that

For the first time in a long time Cora Amell does not wake up alone. The steady breathing coming from a still sleeping Nathaniel greets her along with the morning light streaming in through the curtains (that she hadn't closed having been far too distracted with Nathaniel's mouth on her skin). She fights the urge to run her fingers over the slope of his hooked nose, too worried about breaking the fragile spell that rest over them. Instead she takes in how the lines of his face often tensed in some manner, be in frustration or a sarcastic and biting remark amongst the party are so relaxed in sleep.

She takes in the warmth radiating from his body, the feeling of his chest rising and falling against her own, and the way their bodies are slotted together; feeding the starving beast that has grown inside of her over the years. The beast that howls and claws desperate for a gentle and kind touch, for the warmth and safety of another body pressed against her own, to fight off; the chill, the nightmares, the loneliness. To be there if she were dragged away, able to tell the others what happened so she wouldn't just disappear. Even before Cora's time in the Circle her earliest memories are hazy mornings pressed in between her siblings that feeling of safety of happiness; they had all been dragged away by the time the templars came for her. What was harder than that was the first nights away from the Circle, it had been hard both being out in the world for the first time and sleeping alone it became easier over time to ignore until she started sharing her tent with- but after that, and after all the new responsibilities laid at her feet. She didn't expect to have it again.

"I didn't know someone could think so hard this early," Nathaniel's voice startles her out of her musings as he pulls her tighter against his chest tucking her under his chin and burying his nose in her hair.

"Not all of us grew up lazing in bed til noon." She says into the skin of his throat wondering if she should place another pretty dark mark to go along with the chain of them she left last night.

"I'll have you know as a squire I did wake up at dawn, plus I have been following after you and your insane schedule for what a year and a half now? I deserve a little lazing about, in your huge, comfortable bed."

"Oh it is my huge comfortable bed you are after?"

"You've caught me, I painfully laid out my feelings for you, all as a clever ruse just to get to laze around. Now that you've found me out what will you do to me, my dear commander?" She can't help but smile pressing her lips against his throat before biting down not hard enough to hurt but to feel before easing the bite with another kiss.

"I think I will have to hold you here for the near future, as they say you've made you bed."

"Well I am more than happy to lay in it," the with you while unspoken hangs between them as he pulls back to look at her.

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i feel like an often overlooked downside to 10-episode seasons and the death of the "monster of the week" format is that we get way less whump variety nowadays. used to be that there'd be dozens of opportunities for your fave to get punched or kidnapped or hypnotized or what have you. these days if it doesn't fit into the main plot, it just doesn't happen. this is a tragedy. we should be protesting.

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reblog to tell your mutuals they’re lovely af.

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