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the Antivan-Dalish beefcake, Yin Lavellan :3
I struggled with his outfit/armour until I realised I am the fool - Sun’s out, tiddies out!
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Day 5: Throne
Funnily enough, one of my Dragon Age world states is called Throne, because each heroine occupies a throne at some point, so I though: why not do a little group shot of my ladies? Please meet:
Dahlia Hawke, Princess of Starkhaven
Selena Cousland, Queen of Ferelden
Yadre Lavellan, Lady Inquisitor
(Dahlia’s height is actually pretty average, it’s just that Selena’s a tall human and Yadre is a Really tall elf ;) )
Thank you, @oc-growth-and-development for the prompt and for the lovely event!
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so anyway (twirls hair) what if i was commander of ur troops and u could romance me regardless of gender and species. and the scene that initiates our romance is us sparring and i pin u on the ground. what then 😳😳
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he’s looking at his lover(s)
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nothing is funnier to me than dueling for Josephine’s hand from Lord Ortano’s perspective because he admitted he didn’t know that the Inquisitor and Josephine were serious and thought it was just an affair of circumstance.
like the guy accepted the duel because he thought that the Inquisitor was just trying to get publicity and he was like “oh yeah, we can totally fight. this will really help the both of us in terms of the public eye” and thought it was just gonna be a show fight with trash talking, but nope, turns out the Inquisitor was actually trying to kill him for Josephine and he didn’t learn this until well into the duel
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Adulting
Theme: Malina and Thalon are young and trying their best to be good adults. (Thalon Lavellan belongs to @ourinquisitorialness)
Setting: Clan Lavellan
tagging @thereluctantinquisitor , your interest in the WIP was what pushed me to finish off this piece. <3
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“You’re gonna-? Why? What, did he do something? Did he hurt you?” Malina narrowed her eyes, ready to go give that hairy nug a chat with her skillet..
“It’s not like that. I have to think of my family.” Thalon’s gaze trailed off to the distance. “I’m the only son, right?”
Ah. Malina sobered. “Yeah.”
“Even with Gilly, I…if I can do it, I’d rather Gilly not have this on her shoulders.”
“Aww, you’re such a good brother!”
“Maybe it’ll be an arranged marriage.” Thalon’s voice grew small. Malina wondered if that was an invitation to hold his hand. It used to be, before he- they- kind of grew up. She settled for shuffling closer to him.
“Hey, that’s what happens with my family all the time! It’s not so bad. My match worked out great!”
That made the corner of Thalon’s lip quirk up, just one, and the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah. I’m sure it’ll be fine. It’s for the greater good.”
Too obvious. “You…you deserve to be happy, too.”
“Malina, you know why that’s not appropriate. I will be Keeper someday, my personal affairs cannot be more important than the clan. This isn’t just a matter of romance, this is history, traditions. A line tracing back-”
“-All the way to Arlathan. I know.” The flatness in her voice earned her Thalon’s gaze.
Thalon pursed his lips, feeling chided. He looked away. Even when spoken softly, Malina’s words can still bite. Of course. The Ravi family has a very tight life script. Marriages are arranged by family elders, families relocate where the elders decide, large families are expected and children must inherit the family business or craft. Malina never really had a choice. Her match was made one Arlathvhen while she was still learning her letters. She married young, but she couldn’t conceive fast enough. Over the years, there was tremendous pressure for a child, and now that she finally has one, the pressure is mounting again for a second, a third.
Thalon isn’t sure he has a right to complain.
“You deserve to be happy, too.” Thalon turned back to look her in the eyes and meant every word. Malina’s smile slowly lit up her face, that familiar twinkle back in her dark eyes.
“Now listen. I’m the last person you need to be worrying about, you hear me? I can take care of myself. I won’t cause trouble for you, future Keeper.”
Thalon scoffed. “That sounds like a promise, da’len-” He nodded, serious expression cracking with an ill-fitting smirk. “-That you’re going to cause trouble for me. Oh, I can see it now.”
“What!” Malina huffed, slapping her thigh. “See what? I’ll have you know I haven’t caused trouble since the boar incident!”
“You can’t call accidentally killing a boar while on a stroll and then dragging it back to camp by yourself “trouble”.” Thalon said, fingers doing quotation marks for emphasis. “It’s called hunting.”
“Yeah! See? I’m a good girl. A very good girl. Best girl.” Malina stuck out her chin defiantly and straightened her back in an attempt to appear taller than Thalon the slouch.
Ah, this girl. How is she a mother now? He straightened up too, folded his fingers together and made a show of stretching them high above his head. Thalon rolled his neck and shoulders to audible cracks and satisfied groan. Before Malina could comment, he dropped a hand onto her head in a pat. “Yes, yes, da’len. I am very proud of you.”
He watched Malina’s big, expressive eyes blink and her jaw work, and Thalon bolted to his feet, laughing at his triumph. “Ok nice chat see you later!” He waved at her over his shoulder, jogging back to the Keeper’s aravel.
Malina scoffs loud enough so Tha’len can hear her displeasure. Stupid big-head. Thinks he’s so great now he’s grown some long leg bones and mastered sparkling, does he? She gets up and takes care to dust off her skirt. He laughed, though. Nothing is solved, in the end. But she got him to laugh. The sound of his laughter will always be so precious to her.
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Yo the DA4 teaser is nice and all, but with the flourishing beards some folks at Bioware have going on, I am expecting some BIG improvements in the CC
Kiss prompt 62 💖 Darren
62 - Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up.
Join me for some tooth-rotting Darren x Cyrus fluff...
The birds always sang to the rising of the sun. It was something that had taken Darren time to get used to, after returning from the Inquisition. From the cold and craggy mountains of Skyhold. They had startled him, the first few nights; saw him bolt upright, straining to hear, wondering if it was a distant horn warbling from the gates. Now, the birds caressed him from the depths of sleep - drew him forward like a loose thread from a ball of twine.
His right side was warm. It always was, now. Muscles languid with sleep, Darren stretched out, feeling his heels brush the edge of the bed, feeling something else shift beside him. Move. Drape a lazy leg over his. He liked to joke that Cyrus was like a cat, forever twining himself around the things that brought him comfort. The hilts of his blades. A warm bowl of soup. A good book. A slow smile spread over Darren’s face - a secret between himself and the ceiling. It stirred something deep in his chest, to know he now stood among those few rare things.
“Hmm... mornin’...” The words came thick as honey. Half-asleep, Darren licked them from his lips as he ran an absent hand down the length of Cyrus’ back, resting in the dip where his spine curved just so. It always amazed him, how the Orlesian fit against him so perfectly. He would swear on his life that the Maker had shaped them as a pair.
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Do you ever just look at your muse and say “You are gorgeous and I would fucking die for you”.
Happy Varlentines Day
Here’s a stock photo edit of Varlen sensually caressing a leaf.
Roses are red Violets are blue I don’t know why I have this But now you do too.
#dragon age#dragon age shitpost#varlen lavellan#reluctant shitposts#look okay just... dont ask#take it#TAKE IT I SAY#as you can see i have left in the credit to the original stockphoto artist#so that if this one day finds them#they can know the sensual uses that have come from their fantastically whimsical image
Little Quirks - Zevran x Kaelan Tabris
Zevran had made a living watching from a distance. That was the first step to any successful job, after all. A crow is suited to high branches and rooftops, and it only dives when it is sure it will return with a prize between its beak.
But his Warden was no prize. At least, not in so crude a sense.
The problem was simple, but not something Zevran was used to overcoming. Making connections - planting seeds of relationships - was something he had learned to approach with caution since he was a boy. If it was to be done, it was to be tactical; a means to an end. Yet, the times he tried such an approach, he inevitably found it difficult to remove the mask and free himself of the masquerade. He liked to think he had a lover’s heart. It wasn’t his fault it rested in the body of an assassin.
Over the years, he learned to be careful with it - preserve it as best he could. He didn’t like to think about who he might become if he didn’t.
Yet, for whatever reason, he had ignored his own boundaries with the Warden; that fiery young man who had picked him up off the ground and called him ally. In truth, Zevran had been joking when he suggested it. A bit of gallows humour to soften the final blow. When staring at death, he at least wanted his last words to be memorable to the one who killed him. Perhaps he would haunt their memory - become one of the many ‘what ifs’ of their past. The fallen assassin who had the audacity to offer his services to his mark...
Needless to say, Kael was the last person on Thedas Zevran had imagined growing close to. Every night, he expected the strange arrangement to fall apart. For him to wake to a knife in his gut, staring up at the sneering face of reality, bitter and obvious. You didn’t really think I’d let you live, did you?
But the knife never came.
#dragon age#zevran arainai#zevran x warden#zevran x m!warden#zevran x tabris#dragon age origins#dragon age fanfiction#pure unadulterated fluff#i can only imagine zevran is extremely observant#and aware of his lover's quirks#but the idea that someone else is cataloging and adoring all of his own little idiosyncrasies#might come as a surprise to him#that someone would actually be watching /him/ that closely#and not to judge... but out of sheer fondness of the little things#ugh#i love them#kaelan tabris
An Unlikely Ally
It was that thick, heavy feeling inside his skull that drove him mad. He could handle burning eyes and heavy steps, open wounds and broken bones. But to feel like a stranger in his own head, wading through endless fog, was almost too much to bear.
He needed to sleep.
The nights seemed longer, somehow. Longer than when he used to watch over the clan grounds until dawn. Skyhold possessed an eerie stillness that made it difficult to distract himself. There was no investigating a rustle in a bush or a suspicious snapping of a branch. No need to follow a set of tracks to discern their direction, their numbers, their size and shape. Skyhold was just... there. Walled in and safe. He should be glad for it. It should be better that way.
Exhaling, Hanin raked his fingers through his hair, unbound and tousled from his earlier attempt at rest. He called it rest, now, because actual sleep seemed so impossible to achieve. How long had it been since he made it through the night? Days? Weeks?
How much longer could he keep this up?
Already, he was losing his edge. The bruises on his side from where he’d missed parries during training were a testament to that. Without thinking, he reached down, brushing his fingers over the welts left by the practice blades. In a battle, he’d be dead. Cut down by a recruit.
He didn’t hear Anacrea approach.
“It is late, Lavellan. Even for you.”
#dragon age#dragon age fanfiction#hanin lavellan#anacrea trevelyan#reluctant writes#so after thinking about the circle mage background#and Lavellan potentially losing their clan#I started considering how Ana and Hanin might navigate their grief#separately at first#but eventually finding some kind of understanding in one another#as people who have been through hell but will be damned if they don't drag themselves back out of it#so... this happened
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CALPERNIA “You have no idea what I am. You have never looked down long enough to see what was waiting beneath you. But when a new god burns the Imperium’s corruption to dust, the slaves of Tevinter will walk free in the light. I will see it done.”
— Paying the Ferryman, by Joanna Berry
Just some screenshots of Older!Darren and Cyrus I had hanging around...
#dragon age#darren miller#cyrus#honestly if any of the Dawn Squad had known Darren grew up like THAT#they would have been much less surprised to hear he and Cyrus got together post-Inquisition haha#it could not have been predicted#that their 5'6" duckling#would hit his growth spurt VERY late#photoset#the dawn squad