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This is how the ladies at vhenantrash dealt with... THE BREAK-UP.
In order from left to right: carrieliarts | slayerofkillabee | rabbitdraw rockcandytrash + merelymeer | codexharlot | glitterotti magister-amoris | electricghoti | xoxo vhenantrash Moving on. It can be done. With grace. AND STYLE!
Audio to go with the hilarious parody codexharlot did about The Dawn Will Come. Vocals sung by me. If I could figure out a way to reblog and attach audio, I would. Direct link to post: here
Abelas/Lavellan - Shoulder Kiss :D
~electricghoti
She is curled with her back against him while he reads aloud from a book which is terrible in both content and written talent. The lewd content a joke shared between them, a method to distract and unwind each night in the pillowed loft above her bed. Where earlier his voice brought her laughter, now it served to lull in the late hour, persuading her lids to droop lower with each sentence until their weight caused her head to roll against his shoulder in full sleep. He quietly trailed off so as not to wake with abrupt silence, reaching behind to gently place the book on a nearby night table. He raised his free hand to shake her awake, intending to transition to the ridiculously ornate bed below them, but hesitated with his hand hovering above her shoulder.
Bare skin emerged from loose fabric that slid from her shoulder as she shifted in her sleep, the sight of which arrested his attention, usurping his original goal. The tan of her skin compared with his lighter olive always seemed to hold a kind of fascination for him, like a physical display of the different worlds they lived in before combining as one. The barest dusting of faint freckles caught his eye in the faded, flickering light of the lone candle illuminating the space. They were a feature he had not noticed before, a small secret inadvertently gifted in her unconscious vulnerability. He brushed his palm against her shoulder to smooth the way for his lips to bless each mark on her skin with a feather kiss. Each time his lips committed another piece of her to memory. Each memory he would cherish for as long as he would live.
Hawke x Nightmare
Hawke lay panting, gripping his injured side but looking at the rapidly closing rift with satisfaction, his sacrifice would not be in vain. He turned to the creature.
"They’ve left you, just like everyone you’ve ever cared about, and now there is only meeee" hissed the thing
Gripping his staff, Hawke eyed the menacing legs warily, watching their supple forms flick and dance towards him in teasing patterns. Too late, he saw the ninth leg (was that a leg?) snake around behind him and pin him to the floor. He felt something furry caress his face.
"I’ve been alone here for sooo long…" hissed the thing
Struggling proved to be in vain, hawke felt a sort of lassitude come over him as he gave in to the amorous appendages gently nudging his knees apart.
"sooo very, very long" hissed the thing
Hawke, seeing his chance to reply with an angry red fist option when the dialogue wheel popped up, saw the heart icon in the upper left corner instead, and shrugged.
Written by flashbanggrenade, and art collaboration with carrieliarts and I
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Hawke blissfully slumped against Nightmare’s leg, sated. He looked up into one of Nightmare’s many eyes and whispered “I love you”. Nightmare froze and clicked his mandibles as he said “Uh….what???”. “I LOVE YOU” Hawke shouted, “I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!” Nightmare began to shake his leg gently in an attempt to pry Hawke lose from his pleasure hole, “Look, it’s not that I’m not appreciative of what happened here but it was just for fun. I mean, I’m a giant spider and you’re…well…you.” Hawke wrapped his arms tightly around Nightmare’s leg, “Oh don’t play coy with me! I LOVE YOU AND I’M NEVER LETTING YOU GO!”
AU Hobo Solas (pt2):
Gradstudent/barista/hipster/reincarnatedelvenhallaprincess!Lavellan stands before a vat of hearty cabbage soup, kindly ladling out portions to the less fortunate lined up to receive a hot meal from the soup kitchen sponsored by her university/coffee shop/reincarnated halla farm.
A familiar scent of trash and old man alerts her to the arrival of an especially less fortunate individual. He tilts his egg head at her coquettishly, nuzzling his canine scarf. He inquires politely about her position at the soup kitchen, praising her work, mentions something about side benefits.
"Side benefits?" she asks inquizzically (solas slightly approves).
"I like your buns" he whispers seductively. Gradstudent/barista/hipster/reincarnatedelvenhallaprincess!Lavellan places a bread roll on his tray and screams internally.
"Professor Solas!" exclaims a faculty member "we've been over this, the soup kitchen is not for staff!" and proceeds to make ineffectual shoo-ing motions with his hands. The professor, feeling threatened, rustles the many trash bags wrapped about his person to make himself appear larger, then squats into a crab walk and scuttles away.
The faculty member shakes his head scornfully "liberal arts and humanities".
Written by flashbanggrenade, sketched by drawarabbitonfire, colored by carrieliarts
AU Hobo Solas (pt1):
A rustling, and an explosion of garbage as a man leaps from a refuse clogged alley. Gradstudent/barista/hipster/reincarnatedelvenhallaprincess!Lavellan winces as the old man grabs her hand, partly from shock and partly from the wave of body odor and whiskey fumes that assails her senses as she is dragged out of the alley towards the nearest intersection.
The man scowls fiercely at the red light, his forehead puckering and creasing in thought from his ginger brows to his gleaming hairless dome. "Quickly!" he shouts, frantically gesturing at oncoming traffic "before more come through!". He dramatically waves her hand towards the light, and in a freak coincidence it happens to turn green at that moment.
Gradstudent/barista/hipster/reincarnatedelvenhallaprincess!Lavellan eases away slowly, discreetly trying to wipe her hand on her jeans without causing offense. The man steps into the street to collect a dog someone has run over, drapes it over his shoulder, then toddles towards a store front window to examine himself in reflection.
"you know" he says, admiring his new finery "I'm actually an elven god."
Written by flashbanggrenade, sketch by drawarabbitonfire , and colored by carrieliarts
