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15 Lines of Dialogue

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I was tagged by HACKCOUGHAHOOAHOO. Anyway.

I combed through my fics for lines from my blorbo of all time, Adara Surana. She is patient and soft-spoken but I like to think she has a quiet wit. She’s my Warden from Dragon Age.

“Let them think they’ve won, then, if any of them are still alive to celebrate. I don’t care.”

“What do you want me to say, Alistair? I was dealing with it. You carry enough burdens without trying to take on mine.”

“I wasn’t going to let you die if I could stop it. I’m not sorry.”

“This is a very convoluted way of killing one person, you know that?”

“I am well aware of what they hope I’ll do, but they aren’t the only ones who are dangerous. Now I know where they are, and they will regret it.”

“If you think about it, none of us had lives to ruin in the first place.”

“I wouldn’t give the Maker credit for it. It was you. You’re a better man than you believe, and you need to start believing it. You’re more than your worst mistakes.”

“I’m in charge, aren’t I? That means I can fuss over whoever I want and as much as I want.”

“Surely they had a reason for doing all of this besides a death wish.”

“Just what I’ve always wanted: to be studied like a rare animal.”

“If my opinion matters, I’d really prefer that you not wander around in my corpse.

“I’ve never had anything to lose before. Now that I do, how am I supposed to bear it?”

“You’re a Grey Warden now. Whatever debt you think you owe the world will be paid and then some.”

“What did I do? Maker, I heard her, I felt her. I didn’t need to— what did I do?”

“I know what it means for there to be people who—who you can’t refuse. In anything.”

Tagging @feralkwe @icescrabblerjerky @skinwalkingxana @rakshadow @delicatefade and anybody else who wants to do it!

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Fan Work Friday

Rules: If you’re tagged, MAKE A NEW POST to showcase one fanartist and/or fanfic for any fandom you recommend (with links), and tag someone to give their recs next! Don’t forget to reblog the rec you were tagged in, and include these rules! :)

Bonus: Choose works by people you aren’t super tight with, or choose older works that maybe haven’t gotten some love in a while. :)

Fanartist: @kiivg

The first time I saw one of kiivg's pieces, I had the thought: I've never seen anything like this. Then I did a double-take, because even though I can't pinpoint it, this style strikes me as quintessentially storybook. It should be on the cover of a comic, or it should be a bonus chapter illustration in your favorite novel--both because of the striking style and the amount of STORY King packs into each single standalone piece.

The first of King's works I saw was one that I consider really KING now: oriented so that I had to tilt my head to get the full picture. I find it only pulls me in deeper, looking really closely at every detail before I get the full picture. Here's one of my favorites (give it a reblog!):

Definitely give King a follow. When they do post art, they have plenty of Dragon Age, Cyberpunk, and BG3 art to wow you with!

Fanfic: its free son - SlinkySpiders

The note I had in my bookmarks was: "there are elotes in gotham and this author is my hero"

SURPRISE this is a fanfic for the Robert Pattinson The Batman film, which I think is a nearly perfect hopepunk movie, and the first Bruce Wayne I've ever seen on film who NEEDS A ROBIN. So here, have a batdad and his kid.

I love an awkward man trying his best to be a parent to a kid who has the same problems he did. Let's parent our inner childs through real children, that's my weakness. Also, Dick gets to be childhood friends with Barbara Gordon, so that's great.

It's "unfinished" but I think it does just fine for what it is, and I hope people enjoy!

Rating: G Pairing: Bruce Wayne & Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne & Alfred Pennyworth, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne Chapters: 2 (unfinished) Length: 11,678 Summary: Three years after the events of the Riddler, Bruce finds himself taking care of an eleven-year old, completely out of his depth.

That's my post for this week! I'm excited to see what everyone tags me in. It's been great to find new artists and fics through this game. :)

Tagging:

(again, for any fandoms! let's spread the positivity <3)

@thedreadblog | @noire-pandora | @wolfsskull

@demarogue | @thevikingwoman | @anneapocalypse | @fiadhaisteach | @victoriousscarf

@kiastirling

@warpedlegacy | @rakshadow | @rosella-writes | @effelants | @bluewren | @breninarthur

@ar-lath-ma-cully | @inquisimer | @crackinglamb | @theluckywizard | @nirikeehan

@oxygenforthewicked | @exalted-dawn-drabbles | @melisusthewee | @blarrghe | @delicatefade

@leggywillow | @about2dance | @plisuu

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In the Shattering of Things, Ch. 73: Bound

Summary: In the day following the harrowing turn of events at the Winter Palace gala, Rose recovers and attempts to strike a bargain with Empress Celene.

Fic Summary: Lady Rose Trevelyan's idle, aristocratic life blinks out in a haze of irrelevance when the breach destroys the Conclave. She may be soft and coddled when she joins the Inquisition, but there's a fierceness inside her she's yet to fully recognize. Armed with only a few relevant skills and the mark that makes her a legend, she is thrust onto a path delivering hope where it’s long been scorched away and finds comfort in the grumpy, handsome stick in the mud charged with her protection and training. As she stumbles her way across southern Thedas, she begins to realize she's tangled at the center of machinations she barely understands, and she's not alone in that. Enter Hawke. Excerpt under the cut 👇

I awaken to the sound of knuckles rapping on glass. Moonlight illuminates a pair of familiar shoulders through the seeded glass of the balcony doors. A muffled entreaty comes through.

“Psst. Rose.”

“Hawke?” I answer, sleep dragging on my voice. 

He peers through the glass with cupped hands. I motion him inside, but the door requires picking which leaves me waiting for this ham handed brute for the second time tonight. My heart is raw with anticipation as he fumbles his way through the procedure. He finally trips his way in and crosses the distance between us in a second despite his obvious limp and drops to the floor beside my bed. We fall into a desperate kiss, sloppy and brutally uncomfortable, but we kiss. There isn’t any better evidence that we both made it: the chafe of his nascent stubble against my chin, the warmth of his lips, our mutual stink of elfroot and antiseptic. We clutch each other too tightly, yet much too gently and when I pull him closer suddenly for more he hisses in pain.

“Sorry,” I mutter against his lips.

“Don’t stop,” he answers, drinking me up.

I twist to reach more of him, truly an atrocious idea. “Ow, fuck!”

We both retreat a few inches. “We should stop,” he whispers on a huff of laughter. “Maybe. Before we tear something anew.”

He eases me back against the pillows, lips pressed to mine the whole way down and then pulls back, stroking my banged up face in the whisper of moonlight. His pitying, commiserative look nearly draws a chuckle out of me. And then bound together by our shared worry, our saved up words tumble over each other.

“I was so scared something happened—”

“I thought you were dead—”

He laughs and then winces, clutching his ribs. “Maker, same.”

I feel around the nightstand for the brass matchbox in the darkness. “Let me get a look at you.”

Obliging me, Hawke lights a lamp and puffs out the match before dropping to his knees again. The swelling around his eye has calmed but purple bruises flower all around it. His fingers graze my tender right cheekbone.

“We’re a matching set,” he says. By the glisten in his eyes, I suspect we are in more ways than our twin shiners.

I shake my head and flip down the blankets beside me. “Come here.” There’s no telling whether my body can take what I need, but I need it nonetheless. He stands and eases out of his usual jerkin and then winces as he pulls off his shirt and kicks off his boots and breeches. The glow of the lamp lights up the bandages all over him. One plastered down over a wound on his right shoulder with some kind of resin, his left forearm and right thigh are wrapped completely. His ribs are mottled in large shadowy bruises, one precision bash by the look of it. He slides carefully in beside me under the covers, opening his arms to me. I roll toward him slowly enough that I won’t tear the tenuously renewed flesh inside me. He handles me like fragile bloom, folding his arms around me in a gentle cage.

“I told the guards to let you pass, you know,” I say, the words catching on the knot in my throat as I fidget with the bandages on my forearms.

“You did?” he replies, genuine surprise brightening his face. “Well, climbing the drainpipe did the trick in a pinch.”

“It’s certainly more romantic,” I manage through the strain in my voice. “If a bit reckless given your state.”

I press my lips just beneath his collarbone as he does the same to the top of my head and we lie in silence. There’s so much to tell him but I can’t decide where to begin. He grazes his fingers over my wrapped up forearms in an inquiry.

“Defensive wounds,” I explain.

A nearly inaudible gasp catches above me. “They told me you took a knife for Celene,” he says, his lips skimming against my forehead as if to confirm I’m actually beside him.

“I did.” The words are barely a whisper, barely anything.

Read the rest here!

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@warpedlegacy | @rakshadow | @rosella-writes | @effelants | @bluewren

@breninarthur | @ar-lath-ma-cully | @dreadfutures | @plisuu | @ir0n-angel

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i managed to pop out the three white haired guys at least☝️🤓!

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remains of the old days

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Commission for wonderful @dreadfutures !!! Painting Ixchel was truly an amazing way to start this year! I`m so thankful for getting the opportunity to paint her again !!!

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Rating: M | Category: M/M | Words: 34 792 | Chapters 16/29

Summary: 

When Magister Dorian Pavus' expedition meets unexpectedly with a clan of unhappy Dalish elves, First Taren Lavellan may be the unhappiest among them. Unhappier still to be put to the task of helping to see his quest through. This is the tale of how a fortnight in the forests of the Free Marches can change everything.

Read from the beginning!

Chapter 16: Stranded

Snippet:

“Master Pavus! Dorian! Dorian! ” 

Dorian was vaguely aware of a woman’s voice, rasping high and too quiet for being so panicked and so close. Muffled. He groaned, moved, and with the spark of angry pain it brought, groaned again. He opened his eyes and then quickly squinted them back shut, blinking rapidly as rock dust and dirt scratched against his vision. 

“I’m here!” he called. “I’m alive.” 

When he tried to move again, his head fell involuntarily back against the wall of stone he was pressed against. Slowly, he worked himself up from a prone position on his side to an uncomfortable leaning seat. Nothing crushed, nothing trapped, something very much pinching and many things aching, but alive. Warmth pooled at his side, he clutched a hand to it and found it wet. He tightened his grip, and felt the panging resistance of rock-shatter in his skin. He hissed back a louder cry. 

“Shit,” muttered the voice of the First. The word was so harshly out of place on him that Dorian nearly laughed. Then he glanced to his sides, and understood. 

DAFF tag list: @warpedlegacy @rakshadow @rosella-writes @effelants @bluewren

@breninarthur

@ar-lath-ma-cully @dreadfutures @ir0n-angel @inquisimer @crackinglamb

@theluckywizard @nirikeehan @oxygenforthewicked @exalted-dawn-drabbles @melisusthewee

@agentkatie @delicatefade @leggywillow @about2dance @plisuu

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I created the Inquisition in the Sims 4 recently. Solas and Lavellan finally broke up, ya know, as they do.

uh... Solas, you okay there buddy?

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I feel like the reason they made Solas look like Handsome squidward and Saitama had a fantasy themed lovechild is because they knew the dread wolf would be too powerful if he was hot.

#obviously i think he is hot #but this post is still valid #like i get it #he's not conventionally attractive he's nerd attractive

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When someone asks if Dragon Age is good and five hours later you're explaining Tevinter politics

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The grand return of Josie !

Prints are avaible here.

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Chapters: 4/20 Fandom: Dragon Age II, Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Cadash/Varric Tethras, Female Cadash & Male Hawke, Male Hawke & Varric Tethras Characters: Shae Cadash, Varric Tethras, Male Hawke (Dragon Age), Cassandra Pentaghast, Bianca Davri, Kieran (Dragon Age), Morrigan (Dragon Age), Solas (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Starts pre-canon, Outsider POV for DA2, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, slow emotional burn, Friends to Lovers, Regardless of What That Contract Said, Explicit Sexual Content, Comfort Sex, Hawke Ships It, Dubious Spycraft, Remember Kids: the Carta Is Like the Mob, Dwarf Culture & Customs, My Own Dwarf Lore [side-eyes BW], Background Relationships, Skips Through Canon, Angst and Feels, The Emotional Labor Carried By One Bottle of Whiskey, Happy Ending Summary:

A Carta spy and a jaded author meet and part. And meet and part.

And then there’s a hole in the sky.

Heroes are everywhere, but neither of them really think they fit the bill. They just want some peace and quiet. Guess they’ll have to make it themselves.

Beta’d by Iron_Angel. NSFW will be marked **. Updates weekly.

Chapter 4 - The Turn**

Shae had never thought her first time in bed with Varric Tethras would be this.  

She never thought she’d actually end up in bed with him, for that matter.

“Leave the lamp,” he whispered hoarsely.  “I’ve had enough of the dark.”

“All right.”  She turned it down low, but didn’t extinguish it. Between it and the fireplace, the suite had a glow.  There were shadows, but they weren’t threatening.  Varric turned on his side facing the wall and she slipped in behind him.  She curled against his back and he shuddered out a breath but didn’t push her away. In fact, he reached back for her hand and brought it around his chest, holding it in his own against his heartbeat.  They passed from wakefulness to sleep without notice.

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SWTOR Imperial Agent: Pravin Winscliff II

Painted @monocytogenes's boy Pravin! Honestly painting a shirt and chest hair worthy of him was one of my favorite parts! Is he scowling in annoyance at Theron? Possibly.

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May The Dreadwolf Take You.

#dragon age #solas #what a cool cool style #love the dramatic lighting and deep shadows

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There should be an option, even just as an elf, to somewhere tell solas "may the dread wolf take you", low approval or not, I need to see how he'd react to it.

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