Hey Check This Out *dies In Front Of You In Every Universe*

nice fingies :3 looks yummy :3

😭

i do not know what i did but i did

Preorders open for my Inquisition linked keychains <3 Spread the word!

Ko-Fi Shop

Etsy Shop

THE VIP MERCENARY

The elven god of nursing

AO3 FIC LINK.

Summary:

Solas regarded him with bemusement from his chair next to the aquarium wall. “You are unwell,” he observed. “No shit,” muttered Rook into the lounge cushions. He turned onto his side and groped for his thin, ratty blanket, pulling it over himself to ease the cold flush that had overtaken him. “Bellara and Neve are getting me a cure.”

Rook falls ill. Solas takes care of him while his team arranges treatment.

A/N: Another little fic for the Lighthouse AU. Enjoy!

you are the hero of ferelden. no matter your origin you watch those you love most be ripped from you. death becomes an endless cycle which seems to follow you wherever you go. the fate of the world rests on your shoulders as you know you can never return home. home is gone now. home is buried with your family, jailed with your closest ally, cradled by the ancestors, forgotten like your beloved, lost to time in the murky glass of the eluvian- dead in your arms, killed at your hand. you are the hero of ferelden and it is your destiny to die. when next the world falls apart, you do not come. this world does not deserve your pity.

you are the champion of kirkwall. you are a refugee, cold and hungry and sold into labour. your mother hates you, though she will never say it. it's your fault the ogre killed your sibling, your fault the taint took the other. but you are happy. you have everything, friends and family and status and riches. you defeat the people plaguing your glorious city, you are the people's hero. you will always know even as she came back, isabela left you to die. you are happy but you are alone. you have everything and then you are rocking back and forth begging please please please do not take my mother as well. you have nothing, but you for a single second, you had everything. you are the champion of kirkwall, and your ally has blown up the chantry. where is your home now that everything is your fault?

you are the herald of andraste. and you are so, so scared. these people do not trust you, do not like you, would feed you to the fade if they could. they do not care if you follow another religion, you are their herald. you can never return home because heroes do not have homes. they say home is the people you choose, but you didn't choose these people, did you? every step you take aches. thousands reach out to touch you, for safety. for comfort. you are a black hole close to destruction, and you cannot do this. you are the herald of andraste and you have not been yourself for so long now.

he’s pretty like a girl

but doesn’t dance

even though he can

when you grab his hand

he jerks like a fish caught

red-handed in lies

lays with her under false pretense

but not of malicious intent

„come with me” didn’t go

past his choked throat

it’s better to be a hero than happy

soft hearts don’t deserve

tender handling

only something angsty

the real tragedy

he did it to himself

but no one stayed to listen

to his grey regrets

truth doesn’t dissolve

because of hiding

lies by omission can only hurt

when binding was already done

bare-faced and embarrassed

that’s what they say

but it’s not a pain you can heal

only help to forget

One would think that after a whole night of worship she would have enough. She never does and he doesn’t mind.

*SCREECHES INTO THE PILLOW*

I can't believe how anxious I can be about my writing one day and then another I'm like:

-> holy fuck i wrote this? ME? lil old me? highfive babes, we rock

hii.. just wanted to bless u all with piper wrights concept art. SHES SO FUCKIGN CUTE.

Have you seen Solas’ emotional support Lavellan? He needs her bad.