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My Dragon Age Inquisition character card embroideries all together! Each is 11.5x19.5 cm. Dorian took 73 hours, Cassandra took 89 hours, and Sera took 75 hours.
I wonder which character I'll do next...
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[Image descriptions: Embroidered versions of the Dorian, Cassandra and Sera character selection card from Dragon Age Inquisition.
Dorian holds a book under his left arm while casting magic with his right. There are white glyphs in the air and a white snake running under his cloak and under his arm.
Cassandra sits atop a war horse with Inquisition soldiers behind her. She wears black armour with a gold-trimmed cloak, and the Seeker flag and he cloak stream behind her.
Sera stands atop a slanted tree trunk with her bow held suggestively between her legs, looking at the Skyhold tower in the distance, where the tiny figure of the inquisitor is present in the window. Mountains and turrets make up the background behind her.]
This wasn't right.
The way Felix had you positioned, sprawled out on your back with your legs parted. The way he looked down at you, his perfect feline eyes filled with wicked admiration. The way your hand hovered painfully above your sex at his behest, trembling with hesitation.
Blame it on your sheltered upbringing, or your simple inexperience. But nothing about it seemed objectively 'right' to you, in the scheme of things that were considered to be proper or pure.
So why then, does it feel nothing but that?
"What you are waiting for, princess?" Felix purrs, fingertips ghosting over the skin of your thighs.
You shrug meekly, though you know why you're holding back. You just can't bring yourself to tell him.
"Is my baby shy?"
You nod, grateful that he seems to know.
"But doesn't she want to feel nice?"
"Y- Yes..."
Felix licks his bottom lip, unable to hide the way your little confirmation affects him, knowing that you'll need his help.
He places his hand over yours, his gaze fixed to you as he guides it down, his lips parting when your lids flutter with the connection of your palm and bare pussy.
His instruction is all you need, at first. He shows you how, moving your fingers in gentle motions across your slit, applying pressure to that area that just makes you- oh. It feels nice. So nice. You want more.
You don't notice that he's retracted his hand before you crack your eyes open to the sight of him, cock heavy in hand, working himself with languid strokes.
Felix has never been so hard. He's never felt so smugly victorious, the sight of his reserved little princess, touching herself, and loving it, being all he'd ever need to get by.
"Can you slide one in?" He mutters, referring to the way your fingers seem to be prodding at the place you know you need them, because your instincts are screaming at you for it.
"Mhm, I- I think so-"
Your breath hitches as the tip of your middle finger inches inside, and Felix groans so quietly, so deeply, it's almost as if he's the one touching you.
It's warm inside you, soft and wet, and the smallest waves of heat flood through you as you sink your finger to the knuckle. It's good, better than you thought. But it's not enough.
"N- Need you-" You whimper, sliding a second finger inside in an attempt to satiate the craving you have to be filled.
Felix sinks his teeth to his lip, his eyes so visibly dark with your appeal, and he thinks he might cum simply through watching you like this. It's heady, and entirely too erotic, your descent into lust being so much more delicious than he could have ever fucking anticipated.
"What do you need, little one?"
Because he needs to hear you say it. He needs to relish in the sound of his typically prim and proper girlfriend asking, pleading, ever so politely, for his cock. You've never done it, and he's never craved anything harder.
"Y- You know what I need..." You whisper, cheeks burning a crimson red.
He shakes his head, feigning an innocence you know he doesn't have.
"You'll have to do better than that, Y/N. Tell me."
Any semblance of hesitation crumbles as your fingers, albeit inadvertently, sweep against a spot inside you that forces a gentle yelp from your lips, a spark of pleasure through your core. Felix smiles, an implication that he knows something you don't, and you cave all too easily.
"I need y- your... your dick. P- please..."
It's mortifying, begging for him like this. But it's relieving in ways you can't describe, because Felix simply keens at the words.
He closes the distance between you, forcing your hand aside as he slicks his leaking member through your sopping folds with a roll of his hips. Cages you in under his form, your newfound desire fueling him into a state of desperate lust.
"Good girl," he praises, pressing tender kisses to your jaw. "That wasn't so hard was it?"
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A/N: A few people wanted Felix with a corruption kink, and I was majorly feeling it today. RIP.
"I was born in the wrong era" bad for you I suppose! I was born in the wrong universe and I think about that fact everyday and I long for the day I might go back to my real home ^u^
It’s ok to run princess, I’d run too, I know you’re afraid of the darkness we share, afraid of the need so deep it consumes you. That’s ok princess I’m patient. I’ll wait. You run, as far as you need to, I promise you, I’ll watch and wait, you’ll see in the end you were never not mine.
This little story of ours isn’t over.
my best drawings! HAHA I love it!
beloved brothers: Carver: shit, bro Hawke: how interesting it turned out
so I’ve been playing in dragon age:origins for some time now (thx my gf, who drag me into crazy world of crpg) and this template got to my attention… and…. my hand slipped….
milosh surana — the most wicked and cursed mage, probably fell from the circle’s tower on head a few times and smoked all elfroot in Thedas. no eyebrows. this cc redactor sucks, im sorry, probably he just burned them
It's me ya boi
Anyway can we talk about how many parallels there are towards death and the strong themes of cheating death present in the DA games?
DAO: Cousland cheats death the first time by escaping their castle or whatever. Don't remember the other back stories but I know they also evade consequences or death. THEN you evade death AGAIN when you become a Warden. Then once more at the betrayal, when you get saved by Morgan and Flemeth. Then if you complete the dark ritual you manage to slay and survive the Archdemon. THE PROBLEM WITH THIS IS the entire point of being a Warden is to die. To slay dark spawns until you get killed or go insane -in which case you die anyway- Your whole premise is to be an honorable sacrifice, to die and take as many dark spawn as you can with you so that no one else has to. By surviving over and over again you're not only forsaking your purpose but spiting the wardens that came before you. How dare YOU be the one to survive? How dare you cheat your death over and over and over again? What about you makes you so special? More important than the other wardens? How fucking dare you?
Da2: So first Hawke survives the hordes of dark spawn in Fereldan, they survive the ogre attack in place of their sibling, then the trip to Kirkwall and then the entry into Kirkwall. How many died during those events, how many different times did Hawke cheat death in those instances? Hundreds of times, definitely. One wrong move and Hawke would've been killed, but they weren't. How lucky. Then in the deep roads, Hawke can lose their OTHER sibling to the taint. Then they lose their mother. What was all that surviving for if they were just going to lose all of their family, be left in this world without the people Hawke had worked so hard to save and to care for? Champion of Kirkwall, what a heavy title to bear with all the deaths of people Hawke couldn't save. They cheat death once more at the end, against Meredith.
DAI: Inky is sent to the chantry, and it blows up. You should've died but you didn't, instead you're given a key to close the rift and a woman saves you. Then you are found, imprisoned for terrorism. You should've been executed, good thing you have that key. Good thing you were the one to try and save Justinia, right? Good thing it was you who survived and not the thousands of others. Then comes the reinstitution of the Inquisition, a portion of the chantry long since dead -for good reason- that rises up from the ashes with you. Then in that one mission you get sent forward in time, in which everyone dies for you to get you to fix the disastrous consequences of you NOT defeating Corypheus. There are more moments but fast forwarding to the dragon secret and defeating Corypheus. You should not have been able to get that secret, but you did, the same way that key imbedded in your hand/arm. By all means, you were always meant to be dead. There was nothing special about Inky, there was no reason they should have survived any of what happened to them but they did. And that can be viewed as either happy, bittersweet, or outright tragic. Then, at the very end, the one thing that made you special, the key, has to be CUT OFF because it is killing you. You should have died but good thing Solas is there to take your arm, to help you cheat death again -which is a great parallel to how he helped you in the very beginning-
I stand by the idea that Dragon Age is a tragedy. The MC, whether that's Warden, or Hawke, or Inky has to give up EVERYTHING, their families, their lives, everything, to be forced into positions of power and save the world. And whether their willing or not, it doesn't matter because they will be forced into that position. Forced to be Hero of Fereldan, Champion of Kirkwall, or Inquisitor. You will be robbed of everything and forged into what people need you to be. That's the consequence of cheating death and being at the right place at the right time. But it's a good thing youre special, huh?
And you know the thing about being a Main Character is that you will cheat death over and over and over again, and the only consequence is that someone is going to be there to take your place, someone is going to die for you, eventually. There's nothing you can do about it except watch your life be taken away from you and watch all the people you love and care for die.