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“The Inquisitor is gone.”

Ellana Lavellan did not survive the fight with Corypheus, though she defeated her enemy and closed the Breach.

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That cruel twist of fate, in the unnatural twist of her limbs. She was looking directly at him, her eyes open wide, her lips slightly parted like she had been surprised. "Ellana?" he said, voice cracking, dry, hopeful. Slowly he rose and walked cautiously down to where she lay, a hand extended before him in the decline. Her eyes did not move to meet him, she did not beg him to pull the slabs of stone off her, did not move or make a sound. She did not move or make a sound, and never would again. "…Ellana?" he asked again…

A Secret Chord, Chapter 1 - A Sullied Defeat

These gays..

62-B x Protocol ruby

lovely character. i want to watch him drown in his shame

wait for me miraak solstheim is not far

A Word With Friends 4/29

Oh Maker I am so darn late to this, but I am here. Thank you for the tag @notyourmamasdeerbat!!! Sharing a piece of my Dragon Age x Eurovision crackfic in the works for DreadRook Week, finally named from being called Thedasvision for weeks... Say hello to Deliriously Lustful

Rules: Use the challenge word to write a sentence or scene and then tag a few friends. Happy writing! This Week's Word is: Redolent

Definition:

Fragrant or aromatic, having a sweet scent

Having the smell of the article in question

Suggestive or reminiscent

The early morning bells of Chantry were tolling as Rook dragged their feet across cobblestone, their mouth parched, muscles aching. Doublet was still open, their undershirt glinting in the sun – some of that weird shimmer must have rubbed off Felassan’s lips onto their skin and ended up on the material. The fox mask was now tied to the belt loop of their pants, face exhausted, lips swollen and under eyes dark. Besides all that was new about their appearance, something was missing too. The lute. The fucking lute. Rook lost track of it after the first drink and now they hoped that some servant found it and would experience the joy of playing such a beloved instrument.

They did not dare to think of the redolent smell radiating off them. Combined with the fruitiness of the drinks, which Felassan’s lips trailed along their throat, was the smell of a barn, of all things. Getting out of Winter Palace and making it back to the city almost became an additional crime on Rook’s roster as they were minutes, or more like, mere seconds away from stealing a horse as a quippy barn hand stepped in, with his brow raised and said that he would be happy to take plenty of coin for a more comfortable solution to Rook’s problem. The carriage ride was smooth, Rook had to agree. And it was not their coin they were spending anyway. Inquisition was anything but broke. One of the appeals of working for such an organisation, even if it was now under Chantry’s watchful eye.

Rook passed the inn where they had spent the first night, for they switched their location every night. “Harder for them to track” Varric said as Rook complained of having to haul their things every morning to a new place.

Every step was torture as they forced their body to the second level, approaching the door to their rooms. A crimson letter lay on the ground beside it. Rook picked it up, turning it over in their hand. No address, no name. Red Jennies have visited.

The door opened before they could push on it. “Look who the cat dragged in.” Varric gave them that disapproving fatherly scowl Rook hated so much. His eyes examined Rook closely. He spoke half-jokingly. “When I told you to get close to Solas I did not mean to jump him. In bed of all places, too.”

“That’s not—“

“Right, right. Swollen lips, bruises shaped like somebody’s lips and a smog of perfume and horse shit? You got some action, all right. It would not be for me to judge,” Varric shrugged, grabbing a letter from Rook’s hand before throwing it on the desk nearby without bothering to open it.

“It was not Solas.” Rook huffed, pushing past the dwarf into the room, dropping onto already-made bed. “It was his friend. Someone he knows from before history was written by his own words.”

Left-handed Ena Dream BBQ fan animation yayyy

Solas's murals from Dragon Age: The Veilguard

(textures extracted from game files)

Sarah (@/LadyCrazyDragon on TikTok) only went and Cameo’d Gareth David-Lloyd for a lot of the codexes (implied to be) by Solas’ hand!

Please go to her account to thank Sarah for her service bc she’s not on Tumblr but deserves to hear our thanks!

Sarah’s Linktree where you can find her on different platforms and even tip her via Kofi

Cringetober Day 12 - Niche Interest I had trouble thinking of what I could possibly have thats a niche interest, then I remembered I just binged Strange Magic recently again and was like YEAH THATS FAIR. So yeah some Strange Magic fanart cause that movies amazing and underappreciated and YOU SHOULD WATCH IT PLS- (monster lovers RISEEE THIS MOVIES FOR YOU)