#datober2021

[jojea]

DAtober 2021 — Home

[snazum]

DATober D1-3: OC

Hokel Brosca. Paragon, Ferelden-Orzammar Representative, Grey Warden, Hero of Ferelden. Castless.  - - “No matter where you’re from, what background, you can make it yours.”  - - A little Hokel after the events of DA:O! Married to a King Alistair. Owner of a community house in Dust Town for anyone that needs it, tends to also deal with relations between Ferelden and Orzammar. 

[myloveisinthewilds]

TW // Blood

"It's over."

Zevran holds Aloiene close, catching her last few breaths.

[blanksketchpage]

•Hawke•

Everyone gets one free demonic possession before I hold it against them.

I just found out DAtober has new prompts for 2021 <3 my day is made and my satisfaction is immeasurable

[katsucore]

"Live well, while time remains."

How—

A steady hand envelopes a trembling other.

first entry for the DAtober prompt "hope", featuring my canon inquisitor, vaeri lavellan, and her twin, branwyn lavellan (@myloveisinthewilds' oc) 💚

also on: twitter // tumblr

[couslande]

DAtober - Home. 

After everything, Vigil’s Keep becomes a home and a safe haven for the wardens of Ferelden. 

[corvidkusnos]

DAtober - Factions | Antivan Crows

[jojea]

DAtober 2021 — Tragedy

Darling close your wary eyes

Everything will be fine

Let the breeze wipe away your tears

There is no need to cry (x)

[jojea]

DAtober 2021 — What if the choice was between your warden or Hawke?

[jojea]

DAtober 2021 — OCs | Wardens

[jojea]

DAtober 2021 — Lore

“Children, hear of the fall of the Dales! Hear the tale of what makes you Dalish.”

[jojea]

DAtober 2021 — Holiday

[jojea]

DAtober 2021 — hope in love // hope in friendship

[jojea]

DAtober 2021 — Pride

[blanksketchpage]

•Solona•

“The good thing about dragging Anders back to the wardens is the extra help in missions.

The bad thing is he won’t shut the hell up”

[myloveisinthewilds]

DAtober: “Hope” (also on twitter / ao3) [ art by @myloveisinthewilds, words by @luvhrs ]

"I would treasure the chance to be wrong once again, my friend."

How could he?

Fitting, the Lavellan twins suppose, that it had been easy for them to be proud of Solas. Some afternoons had been for him weaving threads of legends from all of Thedas' races for Vaeri's ever curious ears, while others had been for him carving a path of glass chess pieces towards sharpening Branwyn's rogue wit. But even the eye that is their Inquisition was never truly all-seeing, and they couldn't reveal their friend's secret in time.

"Your mother would be proud of you."

How could she?

Yet again, the Inquisitors are about to set on a course that could end with the demise of their entire race, and they feel like they're Haven's prisoners all over again. No tale or song has prepared them for the moment when the Dread Wolf looked at them the way they swore that their mother had. When your skin bears the pacts of gods, how do you break one? Should you?

"Live well, while time remains."

How— 

A steady hand envelopes a trembling other. 

Blood drips from where Vaeri's right hand and Branwyn's left hand used to be, yet like the fading trail it leaves near the eluvian, the sting — whether of the ancient magic, the heavy burden, or the flaring hopelessness — somehow feels less than their marks did.

As their tearful eyes meet, it is then and but one of the moments that Vaeri and Branwyn would realize that as long as they still had each other — they could.