I posted 2,122 times in 2022
That's 1,509 more posts than 2021!
68 posts created (3%)
2,054 posts reblogged (97%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@noire-pandora
@potatowitch
@wildercrow
@dreadfutures
@transfenris-truther
I tagged 431 of my posts in 2022
#my writing - 42 posts
#dragon age - 39 posts
#arcane - 18 posts
#art - 18 posts
#ask meme - 16 posts
#not da - 16 posts
#solas - 16 posts
#solavellan - 13 posts
#my oc - 10 posts
#zevran arainai - 9 posts
Longest Tag: 129 characters
#and the inherent satisfaction of pushing our own parental issues to a martyred fictional character that we have full control over
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
No matter how well Solas dons his armorâliteral and metaphorical bothâLyanna always finds the cracks in it.
When they embrace, the rotunda hushed around them, she rests her head on his shoulder, the scent of her hair subtle and earthy as he inhales. Her lips land on his neck, on his fluttering pulse-point, a pressure as soft as a butterflyâs kiss. The weight of that simple gesture leaves him breathless. Brings him to his knees.
When they lie in bed together, naked and entangled, she clutches at his back, digs her fingers deep into his flesh. Her gasps are pressed against his cheek, his ear, the sounds sending a line of fire down his nerves and skin and core, the entire totality of his being. She finds the vulnerable junction of his neck and shoulder and bites, hard and merciless, claiming her due. He comes undone, an earth-shattering convulsion he is helpless to stop.
When they sit by the campfire, the air filled with soft crackling and softer murmurs, she smiles at him. The curve of her mouth is sweet under the starlight, the gleam of her eyes kind. She reaches carefully between them and touches his hand, lets her fingers fall on his palm. Her grasp is loose, gentle, easy to break. Asking for nothing.
He always returns it.
69 notes - Posted January 7, 2022
#4
âMy dear man,â Zevran said with badly-suppressed amusement, âitâs only a small needle.â
âThat is not small.â Alistair crossed his arms protectively over his bare chest, glaring at said tool with hate and mistrust. âThatâs not even in the same category as âsmallâ. Look at it! Itâs as long as your finger!â
âHmm. I suppose It bodes well for me that youâre impressed by such a size.â
Alistair ignored the glint in the other manâs eyes as well as his own blush. âLook, Iâm just saying, some things were never meant to be this big. Things like nasty needles that are supposed to go under your skin, over and over again!â
âDonât you want your own tattoo?â Zevran adroitly changed the subject, his voice going playful and honey-sweet. âAn impressive, intricate, awe-inspiring tattoo to showcase your virility and good taste?â
âWell⊠well, yes.â
âExcellent! Then come, letâs get started. Youâll barely feel a thing, I promise.â
âOh, sure, I believe you,â Alistair said with all the sarcasm he could muster. âNot!â
A loud sigh suddenly interrupted them, coming from Morriganâs side of the camp. âAlistair, stop acting an overgrown toddler and get this over with already!â
âStop butting into my personal business!â Alistair yelled back. âWhat do even care what I do?â
âI donât!â
âGood! Then act like it!â
âI will, once you stop bothering us all with your donkey braying!â
Alistair scoffed. âIâm not bothering anyone. Am I bothering you guys?â
âWell,â Leliana offered cheerfully, âyou are being rather loud.â
âYouâve been bothering me since the day you were born,â Sten muttered darkly.
âThat doesnât even make sense!â
âAlistair,â Mahariel finally spoke up, and everyone fell quiet as he lifted up his eyes, his gaze serious. âYou donât have to do anything you feel uncomfortable with. You know that, right?â
Alistair deflated, feeling both warmed and slightly embarrassed by his friendâs worry. âIâI knowâŠâ Coming to a decision, he inhaled sharply and clapped his hands. âOkay. Okay, Iâm ready. Letâs do this.â
He kept quiet as Zevran approached. He made nary a peep as the needle touched his skin, its tip sharpened and much too cold.
He squealed at the first prickling.Â
âAlright, my friend,â Zevran sighed, patting Alistair kindly on the shoulder. âWeâll work up to it.â
93 notes - Posted April 7, 2022
#3
âMy liege.â Zevran gave an exaggerated, theatrical bow, bending so low that a strand of his hair touched the floor. âYour humble servant greets you.â
âAlright,â Alistair laughed nervously. His crownâalready the simplest design he could get away with without inciting a rebellion among the nobilityâsuddenly felt heavy. âHa, alright, yes, youâve had your fun. Now stop making things weird.â
Zevranâs laugh sounded a million times more natural that Alistairâs pitiful attempt, not that this was particularly hard to achieve. His eyes glittered as he rose from his bow, his smile roguish. âWeird? My dear friend, Iâm simply treating you with the respect you deserve. Youâre a king now! A changed man.â
âNo, no, definitely not changedâI meanâI mean, itâs only been a few months! People donât just change after a few months!â A sense of doubt started to spread sinister tendrils in his mind. â...Right?â
âSome things definitely do,â Zevran said with overstated authority, then pointed a dramatically accusing finger. âLike this!â
âLike what?â Alistair glanced down in pure confusion. âMy chest?â
âYour shirt. Youâre wearing silk. Embroidered silk at that. My dear Alistair,â Zevran chuckled, trying valiantly to keep a straight face, âyou have a fashion sense now.â
âOh! WellâŠâ Alistair thought about mentioning that this was simply the first shirt he picked out, blindly, from his fully-stocked closet this the morning, then decided against it. âYeah, I guess itâs nice. Feels better than sweat-soaked armor, thatâs for sure.â He snorted, and wasnât even that sarcastic when he added, âLots of creature comforts like that, when you become a king. Perks of the job.â
Zevran hummed absentmindedly, then walked up to Alistair and slung a casual arm over his shoulders. âI miss this, you know. You, babbling incoherently. Me, dazzling everyone with my presence.â He sighed expansively, looking around at the palace gardens as if to enjoy the viewâwhich was hard to imagine, considering it was late autumn and all the trees were dead. âThe road just isnât the same without you.â
âYeah,â Alistair said quietly. There was a lump in his throat all of a sudden, a twinge in his chest. âYeah.â
Zevranâs gaze turned kind. He gripped Alistairâs shoulder, a subtle but much-appreciated show of camaraderie. âAnd how are you doing? Truly.â
âIâm⊠okay.â Alistair took a fortifying breath, then squared his shoulders. âTruly. Itâs an adjustment, sure, but⊠Iâm learning. And I am making a difference,â he said, the confidence rising in his voice. âIâll make sure of that.â
Zevran gave Alistairâs shoulder one last squeeze, the clapped his hands. âWell! Enough catching up. Now, what kind of entertainment do you have in store for your esteemed guest? And Iâm warning you, Iâm expecting the royal treatment.â
âIâm gonna regret inviting you, arenât I?â Alistair sighed, but he knew he wasnât fooling anyone. He smile was there for everyone to see, as bright as the sun.
113 notes - Posted May 5, 2022
#2
everytime I see a Solas hater be a weeny pissy baby over him being such a big part of the next game my petty lil grinch heart grows three sizes
123 notes - Posted December 4, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
For a single, heart-stopping second, Zevran thinks itâs his motherâs gloves heâs being offered.
It makes no sense, of course. Separated both by distance and immeasurable time, those well-loved relics are far gone from his reach, their soft touch only a memory in his heart. Still, these disappointingly new and clearly well-made gloves feel familiar in his hands, the brown leather crackling as he grips them tight.
Opposite him Mahariel sits quiet and solemn, his body limned by firelight. He stares at Zevran, expectant but not demanding, his dark eyes gleaming.
The glib words that usually come so effortlessly to Zevran now fail him. He swallows past a lump in his throat he refuses to acknowledge. âThank you,â he says. His voice almost wavers.
Maharielâs serious visage cracks into a smile, beautiful and warm, all the more precious for its rarity. âIâm glad you liked it.â
Such a simple line, such simple words. Zevran can only nod, and hold his own too-powerful, too-damning emotions back.
193 notes - Posted February 18, 2022
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