The Reluctant Inquisitor

I had a dream that unless the teacher told us class was over, we were forbidden from going out the door. Our teacher was very forgetful, and maybe even malicious. After being forced to stay past sunset many days, my class decided we were going to break out every night. Eventually our attempts led us to discovering rifts in space-time where we could warp. So we never used the door. Checkmate.

the window

what? you going to critique my dreams? my subconscious creations, that I did by accident, while asleep? the chemicals in my brain? are you going to use your foul eyes and dissect all of the plotholes in my dreams? you going to critique the weather? harass the clouds? make fun of thunder for being off key? remind me to come to your house and shred your shoes

That response is fucking Shakespearean.

I’m fucking sobbing that’s a mood.

Pipe dream

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Riven Lavellan belongs to @chaitea09

Mahalen Lavellan belongs to @laskulls

I’m gonna end up giving myself a cavity and I regret nothing

Year ago I did my first Dorxus comic. I decided to redraw it but I got carried away a little. Thank you for keeping up with me for so long (: 

Anyone else think Dorian might have a hard time with getting accustomed to living in such a big community as the Inquisition? After all, he’s spent quite a long time venturing alone from one place to another. 

Riven at the Storm Coast

my inquisitor, walking past solas at skyhold: (under breath) fen’harel says what.

solas: what?

my inquisitor: 

::cackles::

Lavellan obtains some of her own spies. She has them send her information on Solas’s plans and monitor where he is placing agents, find new research materials for her regarding the veil, and above all else, repeatedly slip tea bags into Solas’s drinks.

 “He really loves tea, just do it.”

 She manages to start a nationwide rumor that his favorite thing is tea, so all of his new elf followers start bringing him tea out of no where to gain his favor and he doesn’t know why and cannot make it stop.

The next day: all of the frilly cakes in Val Royeaux are bought, and the bakers are specifically bribed by Agents of Fen’Harel to not sell any to Lavellan.

Soon the two factions are in total warfare, armed with frilly cakes and tea.

I drew more Tevinter fashion!Dorian last night because I’m sucker for Dorian (could have ended the sentence here) wearing black and gold

helping the nervous bf with his wound dressing