#dadwc prompts

[warpedlegacywrites]

Eldritch Horror Prompts

Based on the list found here. Please like and reblog the original version.

Forbidden knowledge

Made of the Void

A strange and ancient statue

Something pretending to be human

Parasite and host, puppet and puppeteer

It watches from above

A glitch in reality

I've seen too much

Eldritch corruption: human

Eldritch corruption: animal

Eldritch corruption: environment

A creature from the deep

Eldritch circuitry, what lives in the wires

Maddening music

Humanity's smallness

Too many eyes

Too many teeth

Non-euclidean geometry (think M.C. Escher)

Swarm or hivemind

Something in the walls

Unearthly arthropod

Fungal/plant takeover

Mirrors, reflections, and doubling

Vampiric entity

Ritual circle

Anatomy/body horror

Eldritch and fey

Horse/farm animal horror

Something on an old VHS tape

Fear (based on a phobia of either the writer's or the asker's)

Okay, fine: Tentacles!

[anatidae-dragonage]

Anatidae's Shiny New Master Prompt List!

I'm trying to get back into writing, and I think DADWC will help get my brain going. Please feel free to send multiple prompts!! The more options my brain has to work with, the more likely I am to get stuff done.

Pairings:

Feel free to send me any f/f, enby/f, or enby/enby parings! Really, I will work with anything queer. I would love some outside of the box inspiration if you're feeling it! Some options:

Origins and Awakening: Leliana/Warden, Morrigan/Warden, Sigrun/Velanna

DA2: Isabela/Hawke, Isabela/Merrill/Hawke, Isabela/Aveline

Inquisition: Josephine/Adaar, Cassandra/Trevelyan

Veilguard: Neve/Rook, Taash/Rook

Other: Trevelyan/Surana AU

I also LOVE gen/friendship parings of any sort!

Prompts:

(nsfw at the bottom)

Argument Starters (credit to celestialwrites)

"you have three minutes to explain why you are here, and you would be wise to hope i am feeling merciful today."

"i am not leaving, but you should."

"remind me why i should not kill you where you stand."

"she fucking trusted you."

"they cannot be allowed back! they are a disgrace to humanity." "have you forgotten? i am one of them."

"when the dust settles, you will just be another name, but i will be written in history."

"funny how you only come back after i have rebuilt everything you shattered."

"you left for me? do not lie to yourself, you left for you."

"i cannot spend the rest of what life i have left like this."

"find me when you're done with the self-loathing."

"we have all lost things, but it the only difference is you sit here day after day moping about it while we all cope and move on."

Plot Twists (credit to rosesinspirationandresource)

A messenger brings bad news

Something important is stolen

Someone vanishes without a trace

Protagonist recognizes a face in the crowd

Someone seems to intentionally fail

A charitable act has a harmful result

A cruel act has a beneficial outcome

Someone unexpectedly returns the favour

A raging storm moves across town

A fallen enemy makes one last attack

Only one character in danger can be saved

An enemy saves the life of Protagonist’s friend

An obscure law suddenly becomes important

Strangers mistake Protagonist for a fugitive

A tool breaks when needed most

"Only One Bed" Prompts (credit to scealaiscoite)

¹⁾ they’re undercover as a married couple, and as such need to act like one

²⁾ there’s technically two beds available, but it’s freezing cold and everybody knows body heat works best

³⁾ it’s a camping trip, and one character’s forgotten their sleeping bag

⁶⁾ there are two beds, but only one blanket

⁸⁾ in a fit of anger after a mission gone wrong, both characters sleep in the only available bed because no one was chivalrous to offer to take the floor

¹²⁾ a threat’s been made against one/all character(s) involved, and so under the guise of safety in numbers it’s deemed safest if they stay together - everywhere

¹⁴⁾ there’s no bed in the shoddy refuge they’ve found after things went sideways, so when it comes time to sleep the only real choice is to stay close together

Overly Specific Modern AU Prompts

We’re stuck in an elevator together and neither of us are really afraid but oh man is this messing up my plans for the day.

We’re ecologists studying migration patterns and our field cams keep catching each other instead of the animals and I kind of want to strangle you when I finally hunt you down.

My New Year’s Resolution is to finally learn to play the piano, and you, the instructor, were expecting a child.

We’re both babysitters who have accidentally convinced the other that these are our own children during our weekly meetings at the park.

We’re the only adults who entered this sand castle competition.

We meet during a late night walk on the train tracks and are only about 60% convinced the other isn’t a murderer.

Smut Prompts (Scenarios and Dialogue)

Outdoors, deep in the forest

Sex pollen

For the first time after a major injury

While waiting for something to finish cooking

As a distraction from the pain (physical)

As a distraction from the pain (emotional)

In the light of a stained glass window

While actively in danger

"Show me how you like it."

"I'm bored. Let's fuck."

"It doesn't have to mean anything."

"That's it. All the way."

"It's never been like this before."

"Woah, slow down."

"Does this count as sex, really?"

"I want to try something new."

Other:

Feel free to send me song lyrics, lines from poems, your own prompts, or [Pairing A] meets [Pairing B] at [Location]!

Please send me multiple prompts if you want to! :)

Have a great evening!

[skinwalkingxana]

DADWC Writing Prompt Masterlist!

Here is my list of characters I am willing to write

Will update this post as time goes on! Bold is to highlight my current preferences ^_^ please note there are various AU's for all of my OC's. Of my 'main AU's', we have Displacment Theory[Standard MGiTs thrown into inquisiton], Chaos Theory[MGiT's sent back to Kirkwall working up to Inquisiton, also known as Grandma!AU], Evie has written 'canons' both as Inquisitor, or an Agent of the Inquisiton depending on context. Feel free to let me know if you'd like to see anyone in any of the AU's listed above, or a different AU idea you may have!

OC's | Isadora Ramirez | Marisol Ramirez | Evie Trevelyan | Romantic Pairings | Isadora x Blackwall | Isadora x Solas | Marisol x Cullen | Marisol x Belinda | Evie x Josephine | Cassandra x Varric | Meredith x Petrice ( for Grandma!AU) | Evie x [your OC / OC of your choice] | NPCs

| Belinda Darrow (DAI Multiplayer) | Cullen Rutherford | Vivienne | Meredith Stannard | Cassandra Pentaghast | Varric Tethras | Dorian | The Iron Bull | Solas | Leliana | Josephine Montilyet | Bethany Hawke | Carver Hawke | Cole | Rion (DAI Multiplayer) | Isabella | Prompt Lists (In no particular order) Prompts aren't limited to just these, these are just bands/songs I'm familiar with! If sending a lyric or prompt not on this list, please send me the lyric+ artist&song if possible thank you <3 Iniko Lyrics Tarot Whump Tarot Prompts Romantic Valentines Prompts Blood & Darkness - Hades Call Me a Sinner Evanescence Lyrics Halsey Lyrics Hurt/Comfort: Starters Silly Drunk Dialogue Angst Starters JUICY prompts based off another soul - Mico Florence + The Machine Lyrics We need to... Hozier Lyrics

[cavka]

Happy Friday! How about "falling asleep with their head laying in the lap of their lover" for Roisin/Lucanis?

@dadrunkwriting - veilguard content warning! thank you for the prompt!!!

It started out as the two of them having a quiet night in. Rook had correspondence to read and plan replies to; Lucanis had a novel he was keen to finish. Getting to spend their time together, tucked up on her chaise, was a welcome respite from the insanity that was their day-to-day life.

Rook noticed the first time Lucanis' grasp on his book faltered. It dipped towards his face as his blinks grew longer and longer. Before his wrist could go entirely limp, he startled himself back to full wakefulness and frowned. It was, though Rook would never say it out loud, adorable.

She continued to watch out of the corner of her eye as it happened again a handful of minutes later. A third time. With a small huff, Lucanis adjusted his position. Instead of laying on his back with his head resting on the pillow he had propped against Rook's hip, he turned over onto his side. The book swapped from one hand to the other, like the fatigue could be fought if he gave his muscles a rest from the very strenuous activity of holding a paperback.

Biting back a smile, Rook shuffled her papers. Wouldn't do to attract attention to the fact that she wasn't reading anymore. Not if--oh! There he went again, slowly blinking at his page as his muscles all relaxed.

With a rogue's swiftness, Rook reached out and snagged Lucanis' book from midair as his grasp on it finally faltered, succumbing to sleep. She placed it on the buffet behind them, her own papers resting on top. They could wait until tomorrow. Right now, she wanted to be able to focus entirely on the man sleeping in her lap. The way his deep breaths caught a little with his broken nose, not quite a snore but not silent either. How his normally furrowed brow eased into something smoother. Lucanis like this was at ease in a way he never was while awake.

A faint purple glow flickered around his shoulder blades, ethereal wings just barely shimmering to life as the barrier between Spite and Lucanis thinned.

"Let him sleep, Spite," Rook whispered. She wanted to run a hand through his hair, but feared it would wake him. Instead, she settled for ghosting a touch over the plane of his forehead. "He needs the rest. We'll talk tomorrow, alright?"

The wings fluttered, then disappeared. Rook smiled.

"Thank you."

[megthemariner]

Happy Friday! Eliana/Solas with ❛ you’re not at war anymore, you can come home. ❜

Asjfdjksjf this PROMPT!!!! I immediately took psychic damage but also knew exactly what I was going to write for it. So, amazing, thank you so much (genuinely!)

I’m surprised at how short I managed to keep it, but tbf I know I’ll be writing my Rook’s perspective of this scene, or at least parts of it, in my longfic, so maybe that made it easier. (It’s also why there’s no reference to Rook or the rest of the VG in this)

Also like. when they’re speaking and it’s italicised, they’re speaking in elven. I didn’t feel like trying to translate stuff tonight lol

For @dadrunkwriting

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Audience: General | Pairing: Solas/Eliana Lavellan | WC: ~550 | CW: MAJOR ENDGAME VEILGUARD/SOLAVELLAN SPOILERS, nothing else really

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He is still reeling from Mythal’s words, his vision blurry with unexpected tears, when Eliana kneels beside him. The faintest trace of citrus wafts through the air; even here, she manages to bring sunlight. He squeezes his eyes shut - he had almost abandoned it all, earlier, at the sight of her - he cannot bear to see her now.

“You’re not at war anymore, my love, you can come home.”

Her voice is quiet, but the elven she speaks sings to his heart in a way he has longed for for ages. The brief image of their little cottage, hidden from the world, flashes through his mind - home. Solas sobs, giving in to the emotion he had been holding back since Mythal had spoken. It is all too much.

Her soft touch on his arm grounds him, pulls him back to his bruised and battered body. He is so tired. But his duty is not over. There are still wrongs that can be righted, impossible as they may seem. Ir abelas, vhenan. I cannot yet return home. Solas straightens, slowly, stiff muscles and bruised ribs protesting the motion. Eliana remains at his side, watching him carefully.

Solas looks at her, one last time, drawing strength from her presence. Then, before he can change his mind, he slashes the ritual dagger across his palm. He turns to face the tear, beginning the ritual he never imagined he would complete.

“My life force now sustains the Veil. With every breath I take, I will protect this world and its peoples.”

He finishes drawing the complicated sigils, and channels his mana - and his blood - into them. They flash brightly for a moment before fading. Solas turns, looking back at Eliana, hoping he can explain - and that she’ll understand. I am leaving you, again, vhenan.

“The Titans’ dreams are mad from their imprisonment. I cannot kill the Blight, but I can help to soothe its anger. I will go and seek atonement.”

Her eyes never leave his. Solas has to tear himself away, desperate to stay resolute in his new goals, despite the pain. He focuses on taking one step after another, making his way towards the now shrinking Fade tear.

“But you do not have to go alone.”

Her words shock him, almost as much as the sight of her, coming to stand behind him, does. He turns to face her, and she takes his hands in her own. Solas almost cannot bear to look at her, even if he knows, somewhere deep in his heart, that she will not leave.

“Where I am going is terrible.”

“It won’t be terrible if you’re with me. I fear no fate, for you are my fate, my love.”

“You are my world, my heart. Anywhere I go you go, for you carry my heart with you.”

“We make this journey together, always.”

As the last elven word slips from her lips, she pulls him to her, bringing them to his own. Their kiss lasts only seconds, and yet, it feels like centuries. At last he pulls away, conscious of the slowly shrinking Fade tear. They both turn towards it and - hand in hand - step through, leaving the past behind them; ready to face the future together.

[asexualtabris]

Happy DADWC! Can I get Zevran/Rinna/Taliesen for "This was a bad idea" >:]

oh this was a lot of fun to write thank you so much for the prompt!

for @dadrunkwriting | divider credit

G | 467 words | CWs: acrophobia

Context: I wrote this as an early job the three of them had together. Taliesen and Zevran are 14, Rinna is 16.

"Rinna," Zevran said, his tone light, despite a focused frown on his face. "I think this was a bad idea."

Rinna sighed in front of him while Taliesen hyperventilated behind him. The three of them were balanced, barely, on a thin strip of rock on the back side of a remote estate, directly on the roacky coast north of Antiva City. The water of Rialto Bay crashed onto the rocks, a gut clenching drop beneath them.

"I told you, this is the best way in." Rinna said, for the dozenth time. Mostly because the three of them had a little spat about how to break in to the estate. She didn't sound upset now, just determined. "This is the only blind spot. You saw how paranoid Paolini is."

It was true. Zevran had seen the man's security rituals himself while they had been casing the estate last week. Still, he glanced at Taliesen, pale and pasty with terror as he tried his best not to look down. Zevran looked back to Rinna. "How much farther then?"

She took a few more sidesteps and craned her neck. "Not far!" She said, motioning the boys forward. "We can jump down just up here."

She took another step and then leapt, disappearing down the side of the cliff.

Even Zevran felt his stomach drop to his feet watching her vanish. 

After what seemed like forever, Zevran heard her grunt as she landed, barely audible above the noise of the tides. "See?" She called. "Easy!"

Zevran glanced back at Taliesen. "Did you hear that, T? Easy."

"Shut the fuck up and move." Taliesen hissed, hands shaking as he tried to cling to the flat surface behind him. "I want off."

"As you wish," Zevran said and then shuffled ahead. It really wasn't very far and Rinna stood down below, hands on her hips, looking vindicated. He shouldn't have doubted her, she hadn't yet lead them astray. Zevran tensed his legs and jumped.

The fall was a bit farther than was comfortable, but he landed on solid rock, a huff forcing its way out of his lungs. Rinna leaned down and helped him up. They turned back to the ledge to look for Taliesen. 

"Tali, you can do it!" Rinna called up to him. "Just six more steps!"

After a moment, they could see the top of his head and then his eyes. Zevran smiled at him and raised his arms. "T, just keep looking at us!"

Taliesen held their gazes and scuttled forward. He closed his eyes and let out a breath and then finally jumped.

They rushed forward and caught him, holding him tightly in their arms until he stopped shaking. 

"Easy, just like you said." Taliesen said, his arms around their shoulders. 

The three of them laughed quietly, together.

[mythalsknickers]

Happy Friday! "I don't want to sleep without you." For Lucanis/Rook

Title: A Contract of Sleep Pairing: Rookanis Rating: T Warnings: Post Veilguard Word Count: 397 - @dadrunkwriting - Veilguard

It was over

They were both home in Treviso, but his capture in the fade and Lucanis' schedule as first talon meant neither of them were sleeping like they had wanted after everything was over. Even though they had promised each other. His steps were silent, though the blanket trailing with him was not as he made his way through the empty halls. He carried a small overnight bag packed with his and Lucanis' necessities. He was going to sleep in the arms of his husband tonight and tomorrow. In Luca's old apartment.

His fingers wrapped around the handle and as it was turned he head the tired groan. "Please tell--Teigue?" He offered his husband a tired smile, shuffling over to him. "I have a contract only the first talon can fulfill." he murmured leaning over to kiss him slowly. "The target is a bed located in an apartment across town. The contracts last for two days and two nights." He murmured against his skin. "Is that so?" His husband rumbled gently cupping his chin and claiming a kiss.

"Hm yes, I don't want to sleep without you anymore." He grabbed Lucanis' hand pulling him from a chair with a tug. "Are you taking the blanket with us mio amor?" His lips quirked into a smirk and Teigue leaned in pressing a soft kiss to them. "Yes mio vita." he hummed. Their hands intertwined as they left the Villa from the balcony.

The sun long set, and the stars glittered on the water as they made their way into town, strolling along the rooftops until they found the apartment. Lucanis dropped down onto balcony first before reaching up and pulling him down. "Charmer~" He pushed up on his toes giving his husband a kiss. Slipping into the apartment his shoulders relaxed and Teigue cast his blanket over on the bed. Reaching into his bag he pulled out a book. Shedding the clothes he laid on the bed, it did not take long for his talon to join him. He shifted so he was laying on Lucanis' chest a soft hum slipped through his lips as he started reading from the book for Luca, whose fingers combed through his hair. Slowly his breathing evened and Teigue closed the book curling against his husband, as his arms wrapped around him. Sleep creeping in as he closed his own eyes.

[theluckywizard]

Object - Action - Setting Prompts (Thedas Edition)

Created for @thedasweekend Please feel free to copy and repost with credit or reblog as needed. Thanks for the additions @monocytogenes! Choose one from each category to create a prompt!

OBJECT 

A snapped quill and a broken ink pot

A curling prayer book

A jar of pickled eggs

An empty goblet that recently held wine

A spyglass

An Orlesian smut novella

A half-eaten hand pie

An errant pair of smallclothes

A hauberk in need of mending

A small effigy made of reeds

A set of lockpicks, well-handled

A map, half-washed away

A soggy bedroll

ACTION

Swiping a finger through dust

Wincing in embarrassment

Fidgeting with clothing

Scrubbing hands over face

Twirling a weapon

Drawing a cloak tighter

Investigating carefully

Folding hands in prayer or supplication

Shading your eyes to peer over the landscape

Hiding something in a pocket or up a sleeve

Offering a hand in polite invitation

Waving someone off

Swatting away insects

SETTING

A forgotten corner of a keep

At the thawing edge of a frozen lake

Inside a tent, damp with condensation

A forest clearing crowded with red lyrium

A narrow alley strung with laundry

A shop containing untold oddities

An abandoned chantry, shrouded in cobwebs

A forest shrine, recently tended

A funeral pyre, long smoldering

A stretch of farmland made barren by Blight

A bedchamber in a high-class inn

A too-quiet stretch of road

A cave illuminated by deep-mushroom

[transdreadwolf]

Hey, welcome to dadwc

Also Hawke x Meredith???? 👀

I see you like AUs... So I'm thinking a Hawke x Meredith soulmates could be fun... But sure if you want a 'type' of soulmate suggesting, but I think a feeling each others emotions one could be interesting.

Thank you! And thanks for the great prompts! I love Hawke x Meredith (Hawkeith?) so much. It's so toxic. Anyway! Have a little drabble from Meredith's perspective, for @dadrunkwriting! (Also I feel the need to write more in this 'verse now?)

The once roaring fire in her quarters had burned down to embers when Meredith woke with a gasp. Heart pounding in her chest, fear coursing through her veins, she grasped the dagger she kept under her pillow, holding it tightly by the handle as she sat up.

As if it could protect her. As if she could defend herself from something so ephemeral. So untouchable.

It wasn’t the first time she’d felt this sort of panic. It wasn’t even the first time it had woken her.

The Knight Commander of Kirkwall forced herself to be calm. To detach herself from the feeling of her soulmate’s terror.

It would pass.

Meredith slipped out from underneath the blanket, bare feet touching the cold stone floor. Sheathing the dagger and stowing it back in its place. Standing, she moved to stoke the fire, needing the light of it almost more than the warmth it provided. With two fresh logs soon burning brightly, Meredith allowed herself to stand.

She leaned against the mantle, breathing heavily, accepting the fear that was not her own as her own feelings rose up to match it. Meredith forced herself to feel calm, to feel peaceful, hoping it might be a comfort when her counterpart felt it.

Soulmates were a blessing from the Maker himself, a gift to the world so that they could experience the love he felt for Andraste, His bride. Or so the Chantry said.

Sometimes, though, Meredith wondered, as blasphemous as it was. How could it be a gift, when the Maker kept her soulmate from her for so long? She knew her soulmate was younger than her, but even so, it had been decades since she first felt the stirrings of emotions that were not her own.

Could the Maker be so cruel as to keep them apart forever?

She sat on the bed, closing her eyes, and prayed.

Prayed that her soulmate would be brought to her, and soon.

Because Kirkwall was a burden she didn’t know how to bear. Not alone.

[spicywarl0ck]

Happy Friday! “Have I ever lied to you?” “Are you really asking me that?” for Neve and Rook. I feel like they both have some secrets.

Happy Friday! Thank you so much for the prompt, it ended a bit more fluffy but I hope that's okay still? @dadrunkwriting Veilguard Pairing: Neve Gallus/female Rook (Asha Mercar) Length: 597 Rating: T Spoilers for Veilguard <3 “So, about the new apartment, I might have found a place.”

“Didn’t we agree that I’ll handle that?” Neve looked up from her borrowed desk, her hands holding onto multiple parchments. There was a cease between her brows which always tended to build up whenever she tried to figure out her next case. 

“We did, but we can’t live in the former Shadowdragon’s hideout forever, so… I thought it would be nice to look at a nice apartment I found in Docktown. You’ll like it. I promise.” 

Neve looked at her as her brows arched slightly, her lower lip drawn in. 

“What’s the catch?”

“There is no catch, I promise. It’s a nice apartment in Docktown, no unruly neighbours, or not too unruly at least.” Asha’s ears twitched as she recalled what her contact told her. “Oh, and the cobbled Swan is not that far away, so we can always grab a drink or two when we’re out,” she added, but Neve’s face didn’t change as she watched her with scepticism. 

“Aww come on, have I ever lied to you?” There was a known twinkle in Asha’s dark brown eyes. Neve knew it too well.

“Are you really asking me that?” The female detective scoffed, but a smile danced around the corners of her lips, making her face appear a tad softer. “I can barely count, anymore,” she added with a chuckle.

“Fine, Elek told me about it. But the threads aren’t too bad, once you know them better right? He said he owes us anyway, and we’re always free to take a look and then be done with it if we don’t want it. I just…” Asha paused, calmly studying Neve’s face while searching for the right words.

“I feel like it’s the least I can do. For you… and for us.” She was used to wearing her heart on her tongue, which brought her trouble more often than she could count.

Yet, sometimes she felt at a loss for words when she looked at Neve, the person who meant the most to her and who she wanted to have a life to look forward to, instead of the suffering she lived through.

“You are doing more than enough.” Neve’s voice softened when she stood up, her hair falling loose over her shoulders, shifting with her steps as the metal of her prosthetic clanked over the floor.

Her hands were warm when she took Asha’s, her stare so intense, Asha was certain she looked right into her soul.

“What happened to Minrathous wasn’t your fault.” Her voice was quiet yet strong at the same time. “I know I blamed you for a long time, and I know I did because I felt sadness, anger and despair at the same time. Minrathous was our home, and I couldn’t comprehend why it needed to suffer. But the choice you had to make was an impossible one.” she paused as she leaned her head against Asha’s, the touch ever so soft.

“I’m sorry you had to carry that Burden, and I admire your strength. If it would have been me…”“You’d have chosen Minrathous,” Asha concluded, smiling sadly. “I’m sorry you lost your home. But I’ll do all I can to get you another one. A nice one.” Rook added with a chuckle. “I promise I won’t let you down again.” “Promises, promises. You’ll just bring more trouble into my life, trouble.” Neve’s hands held onto hers tighter as she pulled Asha forward, their lips almost touching. “But I’m ready for it,” she added, just before their lips met.

[warpedlegacywrites]

Happy Friday! From the platonic intimacy prompts - sender suddenly hugs the receiver for Theresa and whoever among her inner circle might be most surprised by a hug!

Happy @dadrunkwriting! This ended up being super cute, so thank you for this! Theresa explains hugs to Cole, though not in so many words.

“Inquisitor.”  “Hello Cole.” Theresa is hardly surprised anymore when the spirit makes his sudden appearances, merely considers herself grateful that he’s learned not to do so during inopportune moments. The last time he popped in on Bull and Dorian, she’d been saddled for days with his endless questions about aspects of her friends’ sex lives that were, frankly, none of her business.  This time, the only thing he’s interrupting is her nightly ritual of reading the day’s reports. And that’s a task she’s always more than happy to be distracted from. So it’s without malice or annoyance that she glances up from the letters in her lap to meet his questioning eyes.  “How can someone be starved of touch?”  Ah. “You’ve been listening to my thoughts again, have you?” “You said I could.”  She smiles at the wary defensiveness in his voice, as though he expects her to retract her permission at any moment. “That I did. Don’t worry, you’ve done nothing wrong.”  Truthfully, she considered it good practice for herself, to remember to clear her mind before sleep. It didn’t prevent all her nightmares, but it did help her sleep longer and deeper. And she had more motivation to have a clear mind if she knew someone was listening in. And when Cole still managed to slip through, well, better her to answer probing questions than her other companions.  “We mortals are social creatures,” she explains for his benefit. “If we go too long without physical contact with others, our bodies begin to miss it just as much as our hearts.”  “I understand, I think.” He tilts his head to look down at his palms, brushing his fingers over one with a thoughtful frown. “You become demons. But you stay yourselves.”  Theresa blinks, then smiles. “Yes, it’s a bit like that. Everyone will react differently, and it will take longer for some than others. Some may never feel it, or will feel it less. And some…”  “Some feel it more.” He looks up, glassy eyes seeing through her. “You don’t let yourself feel it, because you’re afraid of missing it too much. Afraid it will matter more than the light that burns you.”  Theresa grits her teeth and blinks back tears, forcing a smile. A face comes to mind, the one she’d been picturing while reading his words, when Cole had interrupted her. She’s holding his words in her lap still. Blunt and honest script, to match his language.  “Golden words, golden eyes, golden hair,” Cole intones. “He shines, and you’re afraid to dull him.”  “Yes,” she whispers, harsher than intended.  “Why is it in your heart?” he asks, and in her confusion, her heartache is temporarily forgotten.  “Why is what in my heart?”  “The ache. If you’re starved, shouldn’t it be in your stomach?” He lays a hand over his own stomach, frowning down at it as though it will explain things for him.  Theresa laughs. A sudden surge of affection pulls her to her feet, and in a flash she’s wrapped her arms around Cole’s shoulders and hugging him fiercely. He makes a surprised exclamation, and she releases him, just in case. But he’s not upset. In fact, he’s smiling.  “Is that what you miss?” he asks, almost shyly.  “Yes.”  “I think I understand better, now.”  She returns his smile. “I’m happy to help.”  “Me too.”

[wishforhome]

Happy Friday! Could I suggest “What do you mean they’re not there, I thought they were with you!?” for Band AU?

ahhh this worked so well for something i already had in mind to write and this was exactly what i needed to sit down and write it.

so this takes place after Vero and Lucanis have a big fight (sort of about Viago, sort of about Vero's refusal to let Lucanis say he loves them, sort of about a lot of other things). the fight culminates with Lucanis telling Vero to leave, effectively kicking them out of the loft where they live together.

for @dadrunkwriting - veilguard

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Saturday, 24 Bloomingtime 9:50 [group chat between Lucanis, Rosa, Viago and Teia]

[11:04 AM] Lucanis: has anyone heard from vero [11:07 AM] Viago: Not this morning, no. I thought they were with you. [11:08 AM] Lucanis: they were [11:08 AM] Lucanis: they left [11:10 AM] Rosa: left? left where? [11:10 AM] Rosa: like LEFT left? [11:10 AM] Lucanis: i don’t know [11:15 AM] Lucanis: we got in a fight [11:15 AM] Lucanis: i keep texting but they won’t answer [11:16 AM] Lucanis: i think i fucked up

[11:20 AM] Viago: What time did this happen? [11:21 AM] Lucanis: like 3 am after the show [11:21 AM] Lucanis: vi can you try calling [11:25 AM] Viago: Me? Why me? [11:26 AM] Lucanis: you know why [11:32 AM] Viago: It’s just going straight to voicemail. [11:34 AM] Lucanis: fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck [11:36 AM] Rosa: i got voicemail too [11:37 AM] Rosa: what happened?? [11:40 AM] Lucanis: i don’t really want to talk bout it [11:41 AM] Lucanis: can you just [11:41 AM] Lucanis: tell me if you hear from them [11:41 AM] Lucanis: or if they show up [11:42 AM] Lucanis: or anything [11:44 AM] Viago: It might help if you told us what happened. [11:59 AM] Viago: Lucanis? [1:40 PM] Teia: i just landed in val royeaux. what’s going on? vero’s missing? [1:45 PM] Rosa: maybe?? [1:47 PM] Lucanis: yes [1:47 PM] Lucanis: i really really really fucked up [1:48 PM] Lucanis: we got in a fight [1:48 PM] Lucanis: it was really bad [1:48 PM] Lucanis: and then they left [1:49 PM] Viago: I’m sure they just need some time to cool off. [1:50 PM] Teia: vi’s right, maybe they just need some space [1:51 PM] Lucanis: maybe [1:51 PM] Lucanis: but i really fucked up [1:53 PM] Viago: You keep saying that. What do you mean you “fucked up”? [1:54 PM] Lucanis: i really don’t want to talk about it [1:55 PM] Lucanis: i’m going to go look for them [2:01 PM] Rosa: want company? [2:02 PM] Lucanis: yes [2:02 PM] Lucanis: please [2:05 PM] Rosa: on my way. i’ll meet you at the loft [2:06 PM] Lucanis: thank you [2:10 PM] Teia: keep us posted, let us know if you find them [2:11 PM] Rosa: of course

[glowing-blue-feathermage]

hello friend!! for dadwc: “❤️ Person A tracing shapes into Person B's skin. (Bonus points if Person B has freckles, scars, etc.)” for fenderrrrrrsssss? 🥺💖

a small Fenders snack for @dadrunkwriting on this Friday eve:

Chilly air wakes Anders, leaving gooseflesh on his arms and making his nipples pebble until he tugs the sheet up to his shoulder. He opens his eyes blearily, sensing that something had changed, and sees Fenris struggling with the same decision he does every time they end up in bed together. To stay, or to go. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, hands on the mattress behind him, head bowed. White hair falls over his face, hiding his expression, but Anders knows it. Conflicted, longing. A crease between his dark eyebrows, doubt in his green eyes. Fenris hasn’t dressed, the full pattern of his lyrium brands exposed in the dim light from the bedside candle. Despite their ethereal beauty when lit, despite the artistry of their making, they are little different from the crosshatch of scars on Anders' back. Anders doesn’t say anything, but he stretches a hand out, lightly brushing fingertips over his lover’s wrist. Fenris doesn’t flinch away from his touch like he once had, anticipating pain. 

Not even when Anders traces the delicate veins of lyrium carved over the bones of Fenris’s hand, along the length of his fingers. It’s a silent reminder of something they have gradually learned—that they could still hurt one another, but not like this. Anders’ magic, the aura he maintains as easily as breathing, lets Fenris leave the pain the brands cause him in the past. 

Anders catches Fenris watching the movement of his fingers, and dares to trace the lines from hand to wrist to arm, and finally tugs at his elbow gently, hoping to coax him down again where it’s warm. To convince him to stay.

There is a moment that feels interminable between the offer and the answer, but in the end, Fenris wilts. He’s been doing it more often lately—giving in, not fighting himself. He lays down, committed now, and he lets Anders pull the sheet over them both, the scars on his back pressed to Anders' chest.

[cavka]

Hi!!! Happy Friday <3 For Lucanis & Roisin, "holding hands under the table" from the holding hands prompts maybe?

aww this is a sweet one. thanks for the prompt!! @dadrunkwriting - veilguard content warning!

Dinner is delicious. It always is when Lucanis cooks. There's something extra special about it tonight, though. Maybe it's the new spices that have shown up in the Lighthouse kitchen. Or maybe it's just the fact that Rook knows he made dessert special, for her.

She tries not to smile to widely or too much. Sure, she's an easy-going person and the good conversation around the table would have her laughing normally. But she feels almost giddy tonight. It's hard to keep it in.

She wants to, though. Wants to hold this little ember of a new... something with Lucanis close to her chest and keep it just between them (and Spite, of course) for a little while. It's taken them a while to get here even if they've known they were headed this way. It makes it feel all the more precious.

As the night goes on, she finds herself cursing the fact that the Lighthouse has actual chairs. If this were more like one of the dining halls in Weisshaupt with bench seating, she could have an excuse to drift a little closer to Lucanis. She could get near enough to feel the heat of him at her side, even if she kept herself from touching. With the chairs, all she can do is lean on the arm rest closest to him and pine for a moment alone.

At least, that's what she thinks until she feels the smallest of touches against her pinky finger, so brief she thinks she almost imagined it. Her hand's under the table, hidden from the sight of the rest of the team. And it's not like they have a table cloth so it had to have been deliberate.

The touch comes again. It stays this time, ghosting up and down her smallest finger. Careful not to react outwardly as she continues chatting with Bellara, Rook extends her pinky finger and loops it around Lucanis'. She gives it a little squeeze.

Warmth blossoms in her chest as his finger tightens its grip in turn. With his other hand, Lucanis takes a drink of his coffee and lets out a contented hum. Ostensibly because of the good roast. But Rook knows better. And she doesn't think she's ever felt so loved.

[megthemariner]

For the DADWC, from the 'budding romance' prompt list: "you're very distracting, you know," perhaps for Solas/Eliana?

This was so fun, omg. I didn’t think I’d really ever write DAI Eliana/Solas but this really sold me on it. They’re just so cute and happy here…. ;A; Thank you for the prompt!

For @dadrunkwriting

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Audience: General | Pairing: Solas/Eliana Lavellan | WC: ~650 | CW: none

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Eliana stirs the slowly bubbling stew, musing over the day’s events. They had spent most of it chasing down wild rams, eventually gathering enough to provide food for the refugees for the foreseeable future. It had been a struggle, with only Varric among them really suited to the task, but they managed.

All of this still felt like a bizarre dream - or nightmare, some days - to Eliana. She was regularly surrounded by more shems than she’d seen in her life, by their ‘chant’; isolated from even the non-Dalish elves by the mark on her hand. Her one comfort, so far, had been her talks with Solas. They speak about magic, spirits, the Fade and more, and it’s like she’s back home, listening to Deshanna. As her mind turns to Solas, her eyes do as well, leaving her careful watch of the stew to steal a glance at him. She’s surprised when they make eye contact, quickly looking back at the food. Still, Eliana can’t help but smile. Creators, I hope I’m not blushing.

After a moment, she finds her eyes wandering his direction again, almost as if she can’t help it. He’s leaning against a nearby tree, his sketchbook resting against his legs, and she watches as he adds a few quick, light strokes to the page. Solas’ movements are so gentle, so precise, and she can’t help but wonder if he’s always been an artist, in some way.

Eliana looks back at the fire, adding a little heat when she can be sure the Seeker isn’t watching. The other woman had seemed surprised the first time Eliana suggested using magic to cook. They’ve been making non-magical fires each night since then, but if she doesn’t do something they’re not going to have any cooked food to eat tonight. Thankfully, the Seeker is distracted, pouring over a map of the area in order to decide what to do next. She gives the stew a good stir, then lets it sit and continue cooking, pulling her long braids into her lap. Eliana runs her hands over them, checking for stuck twigs or leaves, but looks up suddenly when she feels eyes on her. She bites back a smile when she finds herself making eye contact with Solas yet again, trying not to laugh, or blush, but ultimately failing at both.

“You’re very distracting, you know,” she says, turning back towards the pot. She smirks at him from over her shoulder. “If this burns, I’m telling Varric it’s your fault.”

He closes his sketchbook, tucking it under his arm as he slowly rises to his feet. Eliana looks away for a moment, tossing her braids over her shoulder - away from the heat of the fire - and is surprised when he speaks from behind her.

“Perhaps I’ll tell the Seeker it burned because you used magic to heat it.” Solas’ voice is low, quiet enough that only she’ll hear it, and has a playful edge to it that delights her.

She whips around to face him. “You wouldn’t!” Her voice is barely louder than a whisper, and she’s fighting to hold back the grin that threatens to overtake her face. She checks to make sure neither of their other companions have heard them, feeling like a little kid again, whispering conspiringly with her brothers behind the aravels over some prank they had planned. Solas remains impassive, although the barely noticeable glint in his eye betrays his amusement.

“Then I’ll tell Varric you’ve never heard a single story about the Champion of Kirkwall.” She crosses her arms, playing at seriousness, despite the wide grin on her face and the slowly creeping blush on her ears.

“Hmmm..” Solas’ hands disappear behind his back, undoubtedly interlocked behind him as he pretends to think. After a moment, he makes eye contact with her again, his blue-grey eyes piercing her own. There is a rare smile on his face. “It appears we’re evenly matched. Also, I believe the stew is burning.”

[asexualtabris]

Happy DADWC!

For Zevran/Rinna/Taliesen:

[ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders.

HIIII! So, I went angst with this 🫣 I hope you don't mind. THANK YOU for the prompt I had fun~ 💜

for @dadrunkwriting | divider credit

G | 289 words | CWs: murder mention

It was raining in Antiva City. Zevran sat forlornly on the edge of the balcony, watching the waters of Rialto Bay thrash in chaos.

He heard the door to into the apartment open behind him. He didn't want to think about how empty it felt now that it was just the two of them.

Taliesen sighed and draped a cloak over Zevran's shoulders before sitting down next to him, another cloak over his own body. They sat quietly together for a while, the only sound was the pouring rain.

"It'll be okay, you know," Taliesen finally said, voice barely more than a whisper. "So you can stop moping any time now."

Zevran blinked and looked down at his hands, starting to prune from being out in the rain so long. He didn't speak.

Taliesen huffed. "You've never been this broken up about anyone else before."

"She was our third, Tali," Zevran hissed, using her pet name for him in an attempt to melt his frozen heart. "She didn't have to die."

"She did for the Grandmaster to get his place as Talon," Taliesen retorted.

"Fuck the Grandmaster!" Zevran spat back. He leapt to his feet, pointing a hand in Taliesen's face. "You, yourself, always told me it would be the three of us leading a house. Together." He shook his head and looked down at Taliesen with disgust. "And you still slit her throat."

Taliesen glared back up at him. "I can tell Eoman you're questioning his order." He growled out.

Though he didn't let it show on his face, a thrill of panic seared its way down Zevran's spine. He snapped the cloak to his side and walked away. He couldn't help but feel like something between them had torn completely.

"Nevermind."