Was Getting Some Miraak Screenies For @lathez, But They Held Me At Gunpoint And Told Me To Post These

wait for me miraak solstheim is not far

I don’t make character/ship playlists, but I would consider any Solas playlist without the Johnny Cash cover of Hurt as incomplete as a solavellan playlist without Silver Springs

chell backes a cake. Thats it thats the post hit send

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.”

“The second our eyes met, I knew something has changed...”

“He looked at me as if I somehow mattered more than anything around us. For a time, I thought I would have followed anywhere he asked me to.”

Rumble Feature pt. 2

Follow up to this, because Y'ALL ARE SO RIGHT.

Shoutout to my cat, this is just him at 4:30 am every morning.

A Shapeshifter Mage Lavellan during the final battle at the Archon’s Palace.

Could you imagine as Solas is getting his ass kicked by Lusacan, a second dragon swoops in with a thunderous roar.

His heart stops for a moment because why is there a second dragon. Rook had killed Razikale and the other Blighted dragons. Why is there a second one.

And he sees it, and the terror doesn’t abate. It’s not Mythal.

But then- claws extended, digging into flesh, maw tearing into skin and shredding muscle and sinew.

It’s a flurry of movement and limbs and blood spilling crimson. A clash of claws and fangs and fire.

Fen’Harel is nudged under protective wings as the large vinsomer snarls defiantly at Lusacan.

It glances down at him, eyes ablaze with a familiar flame.

Being in a relationship with Adam Smasher would consist of (Corpo!Reader):

You wondering how the fuck it happened.

Everyone else wondering how the fuck it happened.

Becoming the talk of Arasaka and Night City simply because it fucking happened (how???).

Meanwhile, Smasher doesn't think much of the hoopla and speculation because he'd BEEN claimed you as his. He doesn't call just anyone a cut of fuckable meat.

Finding out that apparently, Adam has something of a nickname for you. Asking him yields zero answers.

You turning the tables and calling him a cut of fuckable chrome and to your surprise, he responds with a simple "Heh."

Living but... not living with him. Not really. He's almost always gone anyway. It's also really your place but Adam made himself comfortable and... the rest is history, you guess.

You're actually more likely to see him when you're at work because he's practically taken over your office, too. By just sitting there.

Smasher liking to scare the ever-living shit out of you. He doesn't talk unless necessary; whenever the quiet ambiance of your space is broken by him suddenly talking, you tend to jump. And it amuses him.

Wondering what Smasher's doing or thinking about whenever he's silently making a dent in your office couch. Apparently, he's mostly watching you. Because you're his cut of fuckable meat of course.

Smasher isn't one for jealousy (so he would have you believe) because who the fuck would be dumb enough to challenge him for what's his? However, he can and will make reinforce his claim should some pathetic fuck try their luck with you. This... surprises you? ...Why does this surprise you? This is Adam Smasher we're talking about.

Rubbing that big chrome dome of his, and Smasher going "Mmmm," but because he's borg'd the fuck up, it's an oddly soothing low mechanical purring. This is perhaps the only other sound you've ever heard him make.

Sometimes, when you're tired of working, you'll just slump down on the couch and lean against Adam. And he'll let you, too. For a little bit. Then he'll be an asshole and go, "Can you really afford to take a break now?" Fuck off, Smasher.

DreadRook Week 2025

Day 1 - Fade Conversations

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