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[elveny]

Uncommon Questions for OCs and their creators. For Adriene: 38. What memory do they revisit the most often? 43. If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? and B) What inspired you to create them?

For the Uncommon Questions, thank you!!

38. What memory do they revisit the most often? 

For better or worse, this one is the memory Adriene comes back to most often. It’s a lesson so deeply ingrained in her that for the longest time, she can barely think of anything for herself because Protector is who she was made to be, who she learned was more important than anything else. From The Hands Of Fate Are Your Own:

Malcolm’s breathing was labored, and there was a sickly pallor to his skin. His eyes were closed as Adriene came in and quietly sat down next to him. Carefully, she took his hand, but he didn’t react immediately.

“Dad?” she eventually asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. She felt tears threatening, and quickly cleared her throat not to let them spill over.

Slowly, his eyes opened, and the ghost of a smile appeared on his lips. “Adriene.” His fingers closed a bit more tightly around hers, but there was nothing left of the strength he had once possessed. “I’m… so proud of you,” he murmured, searching her eyes. “And I am so sorry.”

The world swam, and she quickly blinked to get it back into focus. “Sorry for what, Dad?”

“All… of it.” Another deep, rattling breath. “I just wanted… you all to have a life. Free from… the Circle.”

Adriene nodded. She could no longer keep the tears at bay, letting them run freely, a sob in her voice. “I know, Dad. It’s alright. You did good.” She forced a smile onto her face, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. It was damp and hot, burning from fever.

He looked up at her with desperation in his eyes. “Promise me, Adriene, promise me to... take care of them. They are... your responsibility now.” His voice broke over another coughing fit, the cloth pressed to his mouth coming away speckled with blood. As he continued, it was with barely anything more than a wheeze. “You must protect them. Swear it!”

Adriene just nodded, pushing the dread and pain deep down, her voice reassuring as she said, “Of course I will, Dad. You know I will. I’ll take care of them. I’ll keep them safe. With whatever is necessary.”

There was relief in his eyes as he looked up at her, and she felt his fingers squeeze hers. “You promise?” he asked weakly, and she smiled at him as she nodded again.

“I promise.”

43. If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

Adriene laughs. “I don’t know, I like hot people. And there are a lot of hot people on this world. I’m pretty sure that most people think I have no preference and just bang everything on sight, but that’s not actually true.”

“A pity,” Isabela interjects, a purr to her words. “That would have made a few occasions so much more interesting...”

Adriene gives her a heated look. “Believe me, darling, you’re making things more interesting all by yourself.”

Isabela grins. “Someone’s got to do the job.”

“Anyway, I just... You want sexuality, right, not who I fall in love with?”

Bela raises an eyebrow. “Is there a difference?”

Adriene sputters. “Yes! Of course there is! There are plenty of people I slept with who I have not fallen in love with!”

A challenging gleam comes to Isabela’s eyes. “Name one.”

“Adriano.”

“Oh, the prostitute in the Blooming Rose you went to every other day for the better part of a year or two, rather waiting for hours instead of taking another lover?” Bela grinned as she saw the blush on Adriene’s cheeks.

“I... that’s not... Well then, Lilly. The hot elven merchant that one night in the Hanged Man.”

Isabela laughed. “The one you still spoke of a month later, every time with misty, wistful eyes? You crushed hard on her. Just like on, whatshisname, the pretty muscly boy with the blond hair? The one with the war hammer?”

“Chris,” Adriene mumbled, the blush deepening and Isabela chuckled.

“That’s the one. Face it, seagull, you fall in love often and easily, and if those people are actually nice to you or better, love you back, you are utterly and hopelessly lost.”

“... maybe.”

B) What inspired you to create them?

Well, once upon a time, I was working with @kunstpause on our @lettersfromthedas project that was prompted by my suggestion “Let’s create our canon DA universe throughout all games”, and I wanted to have a sassy, badass character for DA2. She changed a lot over time, and what was originally probably the character most removed from myself has become (unintentionally) the character that is most like me 😂 Not in all aspects, of course, but a few fundamentals. Anyway, I love her :D

[coryfirelion]

From Fun Video Game Asks for you and your cool friends: 1, 23 and 53 :)

Thank you for the Ask Ode! :D

1. First game you played obsessively?

Pokemon Yellow!! Pikachu <3 <3

23. The game that you’ve logged the most hours into?

Dragon Age: Inquisition. 2000+ hours :P

53. What’s your opinion on DLC these days?

Some are good, some are masterpieces, some are garbish and some are just a waste of money -.-”

[sinsbymanka]

holy shit it’s Sunday. how does that keep happening. thank you to @serial-chillr and @pikapeppa for tagging me today. I think @charlatron, @parera-zuul-jar, @curiousthimble, and @alyssalenko also tagged me at some point in time this week. Consider yourself tagged back as well <3 

I got a tiny bit behind on like everything I wanted to get done in September so I’m low key freaking out but I do have six sentences on a non-commission piece. This is part of an upcoming Promptober series with @tightassets and features her Keaton Hawke and his trusty dwarf. 

As if the dwarf heard him, the rumble in the tent only intensified. Keaton threw his forearm over his eyes and grit his teeth together. Sweet Andraste’s blushing asscheeks. At least Keaton finally knew the real reason Varric’s prime lady friend was a weapon of mass destruction. Any flesh and blood woman would have smothered him. 

Not that Keaton would have blamed them. If he had a real pillow, he may have done it himself.

Tagging these lovelies back:

@lostinfantasies38, @river-of-asgard, @corylion, @odekiax2, @shadowcrow, @jarakrisafis, @fasterpuddytat, @schoute, @lauraemoriarty, @kittimau, @lesetoilesfous, @tevivinter, @midnightprelude, @silvanils, @fandomn00blr,@blarfkey, @solas-disapproves, @imakemywings, @kita-lavellan, @lellium, @noire-pandora, @queen-kass-the-writer, @visceralcoma, @hollyand-writes, @enigmalea, @paragon-paladin, @jacklyn-flynn, @zuendwinkel, and anyone else!

[elveny]

You know, I looove long haired man aesthetic. It was a crime they ever cut Thor's hair! Tell me something you love the aesthetic of 😊

Okay, okay, first, I GET YOU. I love me some Thor with long hair, especially that casually drawn-back ponytail he had in the beginning of Ragnarok? May absolute fav version of Thor. Like. HOTDAMN.

But then... I mean.

I can appreciate that too... 😏

Okay, but an aesthetic I love. I mean, give me a female warrior any time. I totally love androgynous women, but there is something about feminine warriors that just makes me go all hearteye.

Like, this here? Archerinventive? SWOONWORTHY.

[elveny]

I'm so sorry you and your friend got anon hate! You are both awesome and talented writers! *hugs if you want to*

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! *hugs you right back*

[elveny]

Ship that you find cute but don’t ship: ✌

Ship that is unpopular but you still like: 💘

Controversial Shipping Asks | Thank you!!

Ship that you find cute but don’t ship: ✌

Merrill x Carver. Merrill is fix with Isabela in my head, and while Carver has an adorable crush on her, she never really reciprocates and thus... Merribela it is :D

Ship that is unpopular but you still like: 💘

... I am shockingly unaware of popularity of ships, tbh. Apparently, Inquisitor x Hawke is not popular? So I’m going to go with that one :D

[coryfirelion]

Tell us about project Black Sheep :)

Sooooo, Black Sheep is the name of a children story that grew up to be more than a children story XD. It tell us the story of a kid and how he grows up in the middle of the most incredible people. He feels like the Black sheep in his family, not because he's a bad kid but because he's a normal kid and his brothers and parents are excepcional people, so he feels like he doesn't "fit" with his family to the point of thinking he's adopted. All the story is told from his POV and is really a funny story, because the poor boy has the worse luck in the world (then he realized that maybe that's what is special in him) but even having so bad luck he knows he will be ok, because the bad side of the life can never last long when you laugh about it XD

[elveny]

color you give off? To me pink and blue :)

From the color meme:

Pink: fun, caring, friendly

Blue: trustworthy, intelligent, confident

Oh wow, thank you!! :D

[elveny]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @ashalle-art for WIP Whenever day, thank you so much!! ❤

Tagging forth, as always without pressure, to @johaeryslavellan @midnightprelude @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold @elfyourmother @curiousthimble @pikapeppa @dandelionofthanatos @allycryz @okami-zero @odekiax2 @captainderyn @autumnslance @wardenari @noire-pandora @dismalzelenka​ @kauriart​ @thevikingwoman​ @thegolli​ @buttsonthebeach​ @kunstpause and all who want to grab it!

Have a snippet from the Wolstinien story I'm currently working on :D

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Strong hands closed around her shoulders and kept her in place before she could start back to the Stone Vigil.

“Adriene, stay,” a voice, dear and familiar, said both in her ear and her heart. “You’re not the dragon. Let go of him.”

She knew he was right, she knew, but at the same time, the silence, grief, and rage were deafening inside her. All the elation and excitement from a moment ago was gone, replaced by a fury she had felt in her dreams ever since she had first met Estinien.

Estinien.

Adriene blinked up at him through the rage and pain that wrecked through her. He was still talking, she realized belatedly, his hands still holding her. Forcing herself to listen to what he was saying, she took a breath, ice-cold air rushing into her burning body.

“Let go of him, Adriene, now!”

His coarse, deep voice left no room for disobedience, but it was still hard to notice the weight of her own body upon the ground instead of the lightness she had felt in the air. Upon the dragon’s back before I killed him, she told herself. She had been on his back, not in his body.

Her eyes widened as she realized how much her grip on herself had slipped in her excitement, in her need to open herself up as much as possible to sense every threat around them.

Vaguely, she felt Estinien’s hand on her cheek. He was saying something, but Adriene was too caught up in the struggle to understand what had happened to listen. She had touched them, all of them, with that innate sense that the Eye had bestowed upon her, and she hadn’t let go. She hadn’t let go, but had opened herself up to all of them, and the Dragon inside her had roared in joy at their presence.

Just like he was now roaring in fury as he felt his grip on her soul slipping.

[elveny]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @kunstpause and @hobo-apostate, thank you! ❤

Tagging forth, as always without pressure, to @elfyourmother @curiousthimble @pikapeppa @dandelionofthanatos @allycryz @okami-zero @odekiax2 @midnightprelude @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold @captainderyn @autumnslance @wardenari @noire-pandora @dismalzelenka​ @kauriart​ @thevikingwoman​ @thegolli​ @buttsonthebeach​ and all who want to grab it!

From my Adriene x Estinien WIP:

Adriene woke drenched in sweat.

For once, she did not have to remind herself to breathe, the ice-cold darkness inside her replaced by fiery heat. For once, the spark inside her was burning bright from the start, but still, there was terror running through her veins and the breath she sucked in felt both hot and chilling at the same time.

In — one two three four five. 

Out — one two three four five. 

Breathing through the fire in her chest until it eased enough so she could control it. Automatically, her hands went through the motions, Air, Water, Earth, Fire - not consuming, but steady and calm - soothing the rage she could sense somewhere close. 

In. Out.

Other than in the Observatorium, her room was warm as Adriene got up and went to wash the sweat from her body. But no luxury could keep her longer in these snow-covered lands where the darkness was filled with the rage of a millenium.

Neither did the black-armored figure with the lance on his back who stood upon a mountain ridge not far from the road towards Gridania. Her chocobo flapped his wings excitedly when she stopped him abruptly, her eyes drawn towards the mountains, the heat in her heart flaring. She thought she could sense Estinien’s eyes upon her, but after a moment, she turned away and clicked her tongue, urging her chocobo into a fast gallop.

She had her own people to protect.

[elveny]

WIP Whenever

It’s the middle of the night, I’m feeling petty, and I have been tagged by so many people these last two weeks. ♥ I no longer know whose tags I missed or didn’t answer, so throwing a random bunch of people in - please add yourself if you feel so inclined! @kunstpause @fandomn00blr @pikapeppa @curiousthimble @in-uthenera-we-wait @irlaimsaaralath @serial-chillr @faerieavalon @barbex @charlatron @kittimau @kemvee @odekiax2 @oftachancer @okami-zero @midnightprelude @cornfedcryptid @schoute @in-arlathan @wardenari

Have peek of Spite!Smut Cullen I’m writing for Kinktober:

He was rewarded with a careful smile that widened when he smiled back. “So I was right after all?” Nadya asked. “You want me?”

Her forwardness was enough to set his cheeks aflame and he sucked in a sharp breath, heat crawling down his spine and into his loins.

“I…” he started, unsure how to answer. How was he supposed to put into words that he had wanted her from nearly the moment he had set eyes on her, that he had wanted her even though she was a Sister. That he had wanted her before he loved her. That every time she smiled at him, he wanted to kiss her. That when he helped her train, he wanted to lick the sheen of sweat from her skin. That he had seen her kneeling in front of Andraste and thought about seeing her kneel in front of him, lips not praying but stretched around his cock; all those blasphemous thoughts he had shoved into the darkest corners of his mind, trying not to acknowledge them. 

It seemed that his face had told her more than he had been able to put into words because she took his hand, interlacing her slender fingers with his.

“Everybody’s always looking at me like a saint, like some otherworldly being,” she said quietly, heat in her voice, “but I’m just a woman. I served the Chantry, but I have taken no vows. Just like you. And you are the only one who is seeing me.” She placed his hand onto her breast, and a low groan fell from Cullen’s lips as he felt her nipple pressed against his palm. Already, he was uncomfortably hard in his pants. “You’re the only one who wants me.”

Cullen let out a shuddering breath, and with a single movement, he pulled her against him, one hand in her neck as he angled her head for a kiss, fingers entangled in her hair. “I do,” he breathed against her lips. “Maker, I do want you.”

“Then I am yours,” she whispered and kissed him.

[elveny]

OC Aesthetics

This is such a lovely idea, thank you so much for tagging me @starsandskies​ ❤

Tagging forth to @kunstpause​ @curiousthimble​ @ashalle-art​ @hobo-apostate​ @edencalder​ @fictionalgalaxy​ @midnightprelude​ @elfyourmother​ @allycryz​ @autumnslance​ @alamhigyoooo​ @kemvee​ @charlatron​ @zuendwinkel​ @wardenari​ @hollyand-writes​ @dandelionofthanatos​ @johaeryslavellan​ @captainderyn​ @okami-zero​ @odekiax2​ @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold​ @barbex​ @thevikingwoman​ and all who want to grab it :D

Adriene Hawke

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋. tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your knee-socks on.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄. dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colorless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋. chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading stories about mythology.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂. compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.

M’ajah Lohani

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋. tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your knee-socks on.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄. dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colorless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋. chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading stories about mythology.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂. compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.

Lyssa Lavellan

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋. tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your knee-socks on.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄. dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colorless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋. chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading stories about mythology.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂. compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.

[faerieavalon]

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Share 5 favorite bits of writing? Don’t mind if I do!

Tagged by @pedlimwen thank you!!!

I’ll pass this one along to @serial-chillr, @solas-disapproves, @johaeryslavellan, @rivainisomniari, @midnightprelude, @odekiax2, @elveny, @pikapeppa if you haven’t shared already. No pressure though!

From Sa'vunin - A Single Day, a collection of side stories within the Sule Tael universe, Mahanon is sappy:

Dorian grumbled and rolled over to face him, bringing one arm out of the blankets to press a palm to his cheek. “You insufferable tease, what did you tell her about me?”

He kissed Dorian’s wrist and laughed softly. “I told her that I have found someone special. A light in the dark. A refuge in the storm. An answer to the greatest question that has plagued my life. A man to whom I could pledge my heart because he cooled my mind burning with longing.”

“Oh.” Dorian looked away and turned a delicious shade of red. “That’s, well, that’s something.”

“Only something?” Mahanon pouted dramatically. “Vhenan, you wound me.”

Lifting an eyebrow at the display, Dorian laughed. “You are a despicable heathen and I can’t stand to look at you.”

“Such sweet things you say, oh love of my life.”

From Sule universe again, a ridiculous idea about construction:

Solas stood on a rock, looking from the building to a parchment in his hands. From the depth of his frown, she could tell he wasn’t pleased. It was his voice she heard, bickering in sharp tones with Abelas. The former Sentinel and his old friend Avalon were bare to the waist, impervious to the chill biting in the air as they worked. While the elders argued, the younger seemed quite content to continue packing clay into the woven wood walls. He was whistling a happy little tune, too. The structure was growing to be a simple mud hut with a strong, peaked thatch roof. A couple of small families would be kept warm and safe inside through the mountain winters. 

Why they were the ones doing construction, and why they were arguing about it, was too interesting a puzzle to pass up. Ara’lan crept quietly closer, ducking behind a boulder to listen in.

“The entrance needs to be at the south wall,” Abelas grumbled. “Facing east will catch the wind and drafts will linger.”

“I have enough experience building in this climate to know differently,” Solas offered back a bit louder than before. “These plans have been used for ages without concern.”

“Respectfully, there was magic to secure the entrance then. We are lacking in that luxury now.”

“We will not be once I enchant the walls. Unless, of course, you never finish constructing them.”

From Sule Tael Chapter 21, Solas lets a big secret be known:

“I knew you were  different.” She smiled kindly. “You have no valasllin and survived the ages. When all the other Gods ran happily into war, the Wolf's people did not. I assumed you were allied with them. With your talents it makes perfect sense you were a priest of his. Why does this trouble you to show me?”

“Fen’Harel had no priests.” His words cracked around the edges. "He did not want to be worshiped."

The memory, having run its course, faded away into silence. Solas closed his eyes. When they opened again, they weren’t the same color she loved so dearly. They were a swirling silver.

“I was Solas first. Fen’Harel was an insult I took as a badge of pride. It inspired hope in my friends and fear in my enemies.” He smiled bitterly. “The People needed me, but what I became-”

The power behind his stare stole the air from her lungs and caused her heart to race. The urge to run coiled in her gut as the joy she just shared fizzled out. Fighting against it, she bit her lip. Fen'Harel wasn't like the Creators. He couldn't be. Memories of dark pain, fire and screaming flashed in the back of her mind. Letting out a long breath, she clenched her fists by her sides until her nails dug into her palms and grounded her in the present. The longer she took to answer him, the sadder he became. Just as he was about to turn away she found her voice.

“Atishan, Fen’Harel.” Her lips shook but her words held steady.

Ara’lan slowly gathered her nerve. He wasn’t Mythal. If he was going to hurt her, he would have done it already. This was just as hard for him to show as it was for her to see. Releasing her tension, she reached out to him and brushed a thumb across his cheek. Her eyes softened and she breathed hope into the air between them. It was a small thing, but it was honest. Closing his eyes once more, he let out a breath. His eyes were back to normal when he opened them again. His voice broke under the weight of his shame.

 “And now you know. Everything I hoped, everything I tried to do for our People, it all went so horribly wrong.”

Ara’lan pressed her forehead to his and sighed. “I see you, Fen’Harel. I see you and I am not afraid.”

Also from Sule, Chapter 33, Felassan gets his second chance to say something important:

“The first time we met, you scolded me for running straight into trouble.” He sighed wistfully and twisted a few strands of her hair between his fingers. “Told me a rebellion lived and died with the strength of the people that brought others hope and that I needed to take better care of myself so I could take care of them. You said I was lucky to make it into your care in time and you almost wanted to let me suffer a little longer to think about what I’d done.”

Ara’lan huffed a laugh and shifted in his lap to snuggle closer. She remembered that day, too. He had come in with a handful of refugees. All were broken, bloody, and starving but it was all from old wounds. He had a broken wrist, more cuts than she could count, and two broken ribs but he still lead them with a grin. They had stayed safe because he protected them.

“I did,” she agreed quietly. “You were quite the valiant hero, ma’falon, even if you were foolish.”

“I was,” he agreed with a sheepish grin. “You were right, of course. And then you were so charming after it all that I had to find ways to keep coming back and see you. Ways that didn’t always involve me getting injured.”

Ara’lan felt a heat crawl up the back of her neck as she smiled. He had always been so charming, even in the direst of circumstances. She was selfishly glad he hadn't lost that part of himself.

“Of course you would lecture me every time I had even a little scratch.” Felassan continued telling his story, only pausing for a moment to glance down and catch her reaction. “You have always been beautiful, da’asha. Not just for your appearance or your skill, but for your heart. Era’las truly was hope and love embodied. Now you are yourself. You have control of your future and your heart still shines through. Anyone who spends time around you can feel it.”

Felassan brushed a thumb across the swell of her cheek, cupping her chin in his hand. Ara’lan sighed, her breath catching in her throat, and looked up to find him staring intently into her eyes. The sheer focus of his attention and gentle reverence in his touch sent a shiver down her spine.

“You don’t need magic, power, or followers for anyone to love you. All you have to do is smile.” His voice dipped, gaining a roughness she didn't expect. “If that isn’t enough for the Wolf, that’s his loss. I know it was enough for me.”

Another from Sule, Chapter 60, Mahanon and Dorian again:

“Are you alright?”

“No,” Mahanon turned away from the basin to answer Dorian quietly. “But I will be. Don’t really have much of a choice, do I?”

“Of course you don’t,” Dorian quipped, tucking his concern behind a gentle smile. “Running off for a weekend to a salon with beautiful people feeding you fruits while they massage your troubles away is only going to make things take longer. But good to dream about though, yes?”

“A very good dream.” Mahanon sighed. “After Corypheus, then what? Solve centuries of trouble for the Dalish over tea?”

“If anyone could, it would be you.” His tone softened as he studied Mahanon’s face. “Two of the world’s greatest leaders already scramble when you beckon them. They owe you too much to count. I don’t know any cause more worthy of using that influence.”

“You think it would work?”

Dorian laughed. “I know you’re hard headed enough to make them try.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Mahanon smiled. “What would I do without you, vhenan?”

“A lot more moping, I’m sure, but I don’t intend to let you find out.” Dorian traced a finger down his chest, following a stray droplet of water. “Now get to bed before I forget that you’re still healing.”

[elveny]

WIP Wednesday

I got tagged by @fandomn00blr today, and pretty sure by... someone else? last week? I am sorry, I was sick and kind of out of it 🙈 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE TAG!!

Today in bi pride colors for BiVisibilityDay 💗💜💙 AND with some disaster bis in the WIP :D

Tagging forth to @curiousthimble @captainderyn @alamhigyoooo (gimme more OT3 feels?! :D) @irlaimsaaralath @pikapeppa @midnightprelude @kunstpause @thegolli @edencalder @wardenari @serial-chillr @faerieavalon @kauriart @zuendwinkel @sharkapologists​ @odekiax2​ @oftachancer​ @johaeryslavellan​ @okami-zero​ and all who want to grab it ♥

From the upcoming chapter of Into The Abyss:

“Seagull,” Isabela started after a moment, nervousness in her voice. “Remember what you said when I came back? Before the duel?”

Adriene drew her eyebrows together as she thought back, but the events of the night already started to blur together into a big bloody mess. Something about ruining her reputation? She slowly shook her head. “I’m pretty sure it was something heroic and good, something along the lines of ‘I’m so glad you’re back, you did the right thing, my savior, please seduce me right here and now’?”

Isabela laughed loudly, taking Adriene’s hand up to her lips and pressed a kiss onto it, sending a tingling surge of happiness through Adriene. “Something like that.” She still chuckled, but when she smoothed her thumb over Adriene’s knuckles, she got more serious. “The thing is,” she said, “it may have been the right thing, but it was also the dumb thing. The relic was mine. I should have kept running. It’s not like you needed me.” The smile had bled from Isabela’s lips, and her eyes were very intense as she looked at Adriene. “You could have stormed the Keep and slaughtered all the Qunari if you had to. You and Aveline. I mean, look at her. She’s a woman-shaped battering ram.” Adriene chuckled slightly, but Isabela wasn’t quite done. “And with Cassia to back you up, nobody would have been able to stop you. You didn’t need me.”

For a moment, Adriene just looked at Isabela, a bit unsure what exactly it was that her friend wanted to tell her. When she didn’t continue, Adriene asked, “So why did you return?”

Bela let out a deep sigh. “Because…” It was as if the words didn’t quite want to come, and Isabela shrugged somewhat helplessly. Then she continued in a very soft voice, “Because I found that I need you.”

[elveny]

Thirsty Thursday

I was tagged by @in-arlathan for this, as well as by @serial-chillr @faerieavalon and I think @solas-disapproves, thank you so much!! ❤

Tagging forth to @irlaimsaaralath @captainderyn @curiousthimble @pikapeppa @schoute @midnightprelude @johaeryslavellan @charlatron @kauriart @tryvyalsynnes @cornfedcryptid @kittimau @odekiax2​ @buttsonthebeach​ @fandomn00blr​ @sharkapologists​ and all who want to grab it!

Since my current main project that I’m writing with @kunstpause - Precipice of Change - has its very own post, I’m using this here to give you guys a nudge towards my Solavellan story Spark of Hope with my Lyssa Lavellan.

Spark of Hope | Read on AO3

WHAT DO YOU GET?

The facts: 177,702 words, finished, explicit.

The content:

A Lavellan calling Solas out on his shit

An exploration of what it means being Dalish and the Herald of Andraste, what problems come with it in all directions

Connection to respect to friendship to love

Background story that explains why Lyssa is who she is

Pining and smooth Solas and possessive and protective Solas and SMUT

Accurate travel times (fuck you Bioware, DAI is not happening within a year)

Political intruige and a Lavellan who seriously struggles with the whole shitshow because she’s not trained for this

Lavellan screaming at Mythal

The Fade(TM)

Dorian is BFF

Solas being confronted with Deshanna

So much heartbreak. It’s Solavellan, after all.

SMOOTH SOLAS.

Lyssa offered him the brush, but instead of taking it from her, Solas laid his hand over hers and guided it towards the wall and she stilled in flustered surprise. Her breath hitched slightly as she felt the warmth from his body directly next to her, nearly close enough to touch. His fingers were cool and firm on hers as he guided her, his voice close to her ear as he explained the technique, but Solas seemed oblivious to the nervous flutter that made her heart speed up as she felt his breath ghost over her skin.

“You see?” Solas asked, and she realized she had barely heard a word he had said.

“Uhm,” she made, blinking at the fresh lines on the wall, heat rising in her cheeks as he guided her hand through another brush stroke. “I…”

A slow smile curled in the corner of his mouth as he looked at her. “Trouble concentrating?” he asked with just a hint of teasing, and the cadence of his voice sent a warm shiver down her back.

[sinsbymanka]

I wanted to take some time to spread some love to my friends, mutuals, and the talented writers I know. I don’t always get a chance to read all the fics they post, but I ALWAYS read their snippets and they’re amazing.

Special shout out to: 

@lostinfantasies38, @river-of-asgard, and @tuffypelly. You are not only brilliant writers on your own (yes - even when you don’t publish when you write, you still count) but amazing friends who keep me going throughtout the year. Thank you <3 <3 <3 You deserve appreciation not just today, but every day. 

My fellow “writes a lot about dwarves” crew: 

@corylion, @odekiax2, @shadowcrow, @jarakrisafis, @fasterpuddytat, @heyitsharding

And then, in no particular order, these lovelies: 

@alyssalenko, @charlatron, @lauraemoriarty, @kittimau, @jennserr, @lesetoilesfous, @tevivinter, @midnightprelude, @silvanils, @blarfkey,  @parera-zuul-jar(both you lovelies!), @solas-disapproves, @fandomn00blr, @imakemywings, @kita-lavellan, @pikapeppa, @poetrex​, @mrstethras, @curiousthimble​, and @lellium​.