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Dawn of the Seeker sure is something but you know who's everything? Young Cassandra Pentaghast proving my long-held belief that every woman should have some kind of a demon phase at around age 20 that they may or may not be willing to talk about

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Last Brush Stroke

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If you ever see any sketch of mine that's tidy, it's really a second or third time I made that sketch. Thank you @cute-ellyna for tagging me, I join you in a very "Nothing's happening here" post. 😌✨

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Last Brush Stroke

Rules: this is like the "last line game", but for artists! Take a super close-up screenshot / small cropped area of the subject you're painting right now and share it with us

If you ever see any sketch of mine that's tidy, it's really a second or third time I made that sketch. Thank you @cute-ellyna for tagging me, I join you in a very "Nothing's happening here" post. 😌✨

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my warden + hawke + inquisitor

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thanks again @wildlocks for commissioning me ❤️

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Commission for @blackjackkent of Elliot Hawke!

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Chapters: 22/45 Fandom: Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game), Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rook/Solas (Dragon Age), Felassan & Rook (Dragon Age), Rook & Female Cadash, Felassan/Rook (Dragon Age) Characters: Female Ingellvar, Solas (Dragon Age), Felassan (Dragon Age), The Caretaker (Dragon Age), Female Cadash (Dragon Age), Vorgoth (Dragon Age), Mythal Fragment, Varric Tethras, Leliana (Dragon Age), Cassandra Pentaghast, The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Dorian Pavus Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Time Travel, But Not Exactly a Fix-It, Canon Has Not Just Been Yeeted, It’s Been Reduced to Its Component Molecules, Dragon Age: The Veilguard Spoilers, Complicated Relationships, Past SolHruse, Eventual FelaHruse, Solas is Fen'Harel (Dragon Age), Felassan is Flirty, Rook is doing her best, Canon-Typical Violence, Mild Gore, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Minor Character Death, The butterfly effect, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Short Chapters, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note Series: Part 1 of A Rook’s Gambit Summary:

A chess piece, moving in straight lines? Or a harbinger of war and change? Hruse Ingellvar thinks she might be both. When the world ends, and the choices are death or desperation, she willingly goes back to the beginning to see if she can stop it from happening.

Now the only question that remains is will she turn the Dread Wolf away from the duty he thinks he can’t escape, or sacrifice herself for the greater good?

Completely written. Updates once a week. Beta’d by Iron_Angel.

Chapter 22 - Out of the Abyss

“Welcome back,” Solas said. He looked…exhausted.  He turned away from her to someone outside her line of sight.  “If you would, tell Sister Leliana that she has awakened.  The Seeker too.”

“Of course.”  The voice was pitched low, but she recognized it. Felassan.  She drew in a sharp breath, not sure what to expect from them in a room together after their last meeting.  

Maybe spare some of that concern for yourself too, she thought, heart pounding.  Your last meeting with the Dread Wolf wasn’t much better.

“What…?” She heard a door open and close, and then there was only the crackle of the fire again.  Solas was giving her a very small smile.

“I suspect you have questions.  I have some as well.”

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People seem to be really resonating with this so I'm putting it over here too.

Original thread

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They're angry over one of the most basic components of his character?

I was kind of joking about that post about how you couldn't make Blazing Saddles nowadays, but I guess it's just true. You can't even make Superman these days without them complaining he's woke.

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Leliana 🦊

3/4

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WIP Wednesday!

I was tagged by @briannasroger, thank you!

Here is a partially edited snippet from the fourth chapter of my Cullevelyan fic!

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Lyria tries to focus on her breathing, steady and level to keep herself from falling apart, but there are so many people, all of them too close, with ears and eyes and-

“Did you find the privy alright?” Maura asks and Lyria forces herself to focus on Alim squeezing through the crowd to rejoin them. He nods with a scowl.

“Oh yes, and a mannerless mercenary. ‘Oi, knife-ear! Get me a drink!’” he mimics and Maura gasps in outrage.

“Did you set him on fire?” she demands and Alim snorts.

“I did think about it, but didn’t seem like it’d be all that conducive to the peace process.”

It’s a joke of course, but also…it isn’t. They’ve no choice but to swallow any outrage, accept any insult if they want to have a hope of peace. They are already at a disadvantage; any reaction other than placid docility will be used against them. It isn’t fair, but what about being a mage ever was?

“Right,” Maura says sourly, only for her eyes to light up. “Oh!You know that potion that nobles are always ordering to fix their itchy bits, but if you don’t have itchy bits, it gives you itchy bits? I say Lyria whips us up some tonight and tomorrow we make sure that mercenary gets a nice, big drink,” she says, grin wicked and face alight with glee. She slings an arm over Alim’s shoulders, her eyebrows waggling. Alim laughs and Lyria wants to too (and honestly, with that attitude, that mercenary deserves far worse than itchy bits), but she’s not sure she can open her mouth without screaming.

“And after,” Maura says, voice growing hard, “Lyria can explain to us how she survived when we didn’t.”

Dust choking her–blood on her clothes, on her hands–light blinding her, green and burning, and it is everywhere, everything–

Lyria wakes with a scream in her chest and terror on her tongue. 

Heart beating itself bloody against her ribs but she doesn’t make a sound, even as the nightmare presses down on all her limbs. It’s hand stays around her throat but she can’t wake the others, won’t, can’t, will not. This is her horror to carry, her memory even if the ending’s been twisted into something cruel. 

I’m sorry. Alim, Maura, I’m so sorry.

Lyria presses her face into her bedroll to muffle her tears.

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In the Shattering of Things, Ch. 88: A Stuttering Breath

Cullen x Trevelyan | Hawke x Treveyan | E | 478k WIP | DA:I | Epic | Multiship | Slow burn | Fast burn | Complications While Saving the World

Chapter Summary:

While Garrett and Blackwall make for Val Foret to negotiate for siege, Rose and Cullen brace themselves for Adamant.

Fic Summary:

Lady Rose Trevelyan is in over her head. Her attendance at the Conclave was only meant to distract her from her failures as a daughter. And then it blew a hole in the world. Marked by an unknown magic, armed with only a few relevant skills, Rose fumbles and fights her way across Thedas with a band of shockingly deadly oddballs dedicated to stopping— well, all of it. As apocalyptic forces conspire to break and remake her, Rose is snared between the tentative devotion of the Inquisition’s stalwart commander and the fierce love of legendary warrior Garrett Hawke, two vastly different men both haunted by hindsight.

Excerpt under the cut 👇

Sweeping back toward the command post from an inspection of the growing Inquisition camp on the flats outside the fortress with Rylen, Cullen sees her watching him— brazen hands braiding black satin hair over her shoulder as those cold coffee eyes look him up and down. Dread makes an appearance as a quickening in his chest. He jolts awkwardly left so a column blocks her vantage point.

“Did you just— hide?” asks Rylen. Cullen stiffens.

“What? No. There was a— wasp.”

“That Warden gave you the Antivan Once-Over and you darted into the colonnade. Is there something you haven’t told me?” Cullen wilts underneath Rylen’s wry look. His shoulders sag.

He’s felt nothing but regret since that foolish moment— failing to temper his own miserable desperation, failing to be available during a Maker-damned prison break, letting it go on and on until her hands blazed a scorching trail beneath his shirt, until they’d been interrupted by a Scout before he could stop her himself.

“You’ve needed a bloody distraction.”

“I need to stay focused.”

“Aw, you know what I mean. From you-know-who.”

“Don’t make me pull rank, Knight-Captain.”

They continue walking toward the command post.

Rylen makes an ill-advised decision to speak again. “She was—” He cocks his head with wide eyes and lifts his brow, nodding. Cullen grumbles.

“She is a conflict of interest.”

“I was going to say ‘stacked like the Divine’s balcony’, but whatever feeds your dog.”

“Did you leave your shame back at Skyhold with Lara?” asks Cullen, smiling despite himself.

“Touchy aren’t we?” chuckles Rylen. “I’ll ease off. Give me the bloody update.”

The map buckles when a breeze snatches at it, sending figurines toppling. Cullen curses at the inconvenience as the two men throw more stones on top.

“I’ve had ravens from the battalions en route. Celene’s support has made progress swift, we should have the first, third, and fifth battalions here by the end of the week. We’ll set up encampments closer to Lost Wash Creek and march them in to for the siege once the fruits of Hawke’s negotiations come through.”

“Are you confident in those?”

Cullen taps a knuckle against his lips. “Reasonably so. The empress is aware of the plan and has forwarded her wishes to the Doucy. Maker knows he doesn’t need the siege. And the Inquisition has promised to reimburse him for engines lost.”

“Bring the fortress to its knees, send in the Inquisitor to negotiate.”

“Exactly so.” The worry that’s been souring his gut since— well, since Haven, sharpens once more. She’s no negotiator and yet, she’s done it time and again. She’s no warrior and yet she’s survived over and over.

“I’ll be escorting her in myself.”

“Do you think that’s best?” asks Rylen, brow pinched.

“Without her, what’s left?” says Cullen. He rubs at the ache cracking open behind his eyes, hoping Rylen doesn’t examine that statement too closely. “You’ll assume command in my stead.”

“Shouldn’t she be here?”

“She’s training with Solas.”

“I didn’t think she was a mage.”

Maker, he wishes that were all.

“It’s worse. She’s a dreamer.”

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Sanguine

is a loosely canonical chronicle of the events of Dragon Age: Origins with an F!Amell/Alistair pairing featuring a canon-bending Warden, which results in some familiar situations resolved in unfamiliar ways.

Sanguine is fully illustrated by the exceptional @vjatoch and is being published in a serial format, with weekly updates every Wednesday.

CHAPTER 35

in which our crew brave the trials of the Anvil of the Void to find a resolution to the political stalemate facing Orzammar.

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In the Shattering of Things, Ch. 88: A Stuttering Breath

Cullen x Trevelyan | Hawke x Treveyan | E | 478k WIP | DA:I | Epic | Multiship | Slow burn | Fast burn | Complications While Saving the World

Chapter Summary:

While Garrett and Blackwall make for Val Foret to negotiate for siege, Rose and Cullen brace themselves for Adamant.

Fic Summary:

Lady Rose Trevelyan is in over her head. Her attendance at the Conclave was only meant to distract her from her failures as a daughter. And then it blew a hole in the world. Marked by an unknown magic, armed with only a few relevant skills, Rose fumbles and fights her way across Thedas with a band of shockingly deadly oddballs dedicated to stopping— well, all of it. As apocalyptic forces conspire to break and remake her, Rose is snared between the tentative devotion of the Inquisition’s stalwart commander and the fierce love of legendary warrior Garrett Hawke, two vastly different men both haunted by hindsight.

Excerpt under the cut 👇

Sweeping back toward the command post from an inspection of the growing Inquisition camp on the flats outside the fortress with Rylen, Cullen sees her watching him— brazen hands braiding black satin hair over her shoulder as those cold coffee eyes look him up and down. Dread makes an appearance as a quickening in his chest. He jolts awkwardly left so a column blocks her vantage point.

“Did you just— hide?” asks Rylen. Cullen stiffens.

“What? No. There was a— wasp.”

“That Warden gave you the Antivan Once-Over and you darted into the colonnade. Is there something you haven’t told me?” Cullen wilts underneath Rylen’s wry look. His shoulders sag.

He’s felt nothing but regret since that foolish moment— failing to temper his own miserable desperation, failing to be available during a Maker-damned prison break, letting it go on and on until her hands blazed a scorching trail beneath his shirt, until they’d been interrupted by a Scout before he could stop her himself.

“You’ve needed a bloody distraction.”

“I need to stay focused.”

“Aw, you know what I mean. From you-know-who.”

“Don’t make me pull rank, Knight-Captain.”

They continue walking toward the command post.

Rylen makes an ill-advised decision to speak again. “She was—” He cocks his head with wide eyes and lifts his brow, nodding. Cullen grumbles.

“She is a conflict of interest.”

“I was going to say ‘stacked like the Divine’s balcony’, but whatever feeds your dog.”

“Did you leave your shame back at Skyhold with Lara?” asks Cullen, smiling despite himself.

“Touchy aren’t we?” chuckles Rylen. “I’ll ease off. Give me the bloody update.”

The map buckles when a breeze snatches at it, sending figurines toppling. Cullen curses at the inconvenience as the two men throw more stones on top.

“I’ve had ravens from the battalions en route. Celene’s support has made progress swift, we should have the first, third, and fifth battalions here by the end of the week. We’ll set up encampments closer to Lost Wash Creek and march them in to for the siege once the fruits of Hawke’s negotiations come through.”

“Are you confident in those?”

Cullen taps a knuckle against his lips. “Reasonably so. The empress is aware of the plan and has forwarded her wishes to the Doucy. Maker knows he doesn’t need the siege. And the Inquisition has promised to reimburse him for engines lost.”

“Bring the fortress to its knees, send in the Inquisitor to negotiate.”

“Exactly so.” The worry that’s been souring his gut since— well, since Haven, sharpens once more. She’s no negotiator and yet, she’s done it time and again. She’s no warrior and yet she’s survived over and over.

“I’ll be escorting her in myself.”

“Do you think that’s best?” asks Rylen, brow pinched.

“Without her, what’s left?” says Cullen. He rubs at the ache cracking open behind his eyes, hoping Rylen doesn’t examine that statement too closely. “You’ll assume command in my stead.”

“Shouldn’t she be here?”

“She’s training with Solas.”

“I didn’t think she was a mage.”

Maker, he wishes that were all.

“It’s worse. She’s a dreamer.”

Read the rest here | Start the fic here

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"Nothing could be worse than the thought of living without you."

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This is the end result of anti-trans propaganda: more harassment of girls and women, more policing of gender roles, more gender McCarthyism.

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It’s so crazy that suicide prevention is just people going awwww don’t!! Awwww come on noooooooooo stopppppp