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making a collection

#im gonna be quiet

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I love the "Where's the Chantry? Not in Darktown!" npc dialogue bc she gets it.

I fucking love Darktown. Like there's all these people, they're rotting here, they're dying here; in the sewers, in the dark. And where's the Chantry, for all its supposed charity, for all the gold they have in that huge church to build a gilded statue where the qunari used to be? Not here. They don't care about the poor dying folk of Darktown or even Lowtown. The city of Kirkwall lays on Darktown like a blanket, like a sheet or a shroud; covering up what those above don't want to see, what isn't pleasant. But there's a lantern light that promises healing and salvation for a minute, at least.

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#like 45 people are so boring right now #anyhoo marry is my answer #obviously

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“I would drown us in blood to keep you safe.”  unfinished but i’m sick of looking at it who should i paint next??

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So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)

Reblog to increase sample size!

#yes unfortunately

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#rip me i guess

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For the doodle request, can I humbly ask for Alistair and gale meeting (bc tell me they don't remind you of each other???). And maybe morrigan and astarion, since both of them early on in their respective games are very meh about helping people, plus I think their attitudes are super similar!

ALISTAIR MY BOY!!! I haven’t drawn him in so long 😭😭🤲💕

He and Gale both have big “I love my partner” energy

#i love them

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Vivienne: mages belong in the circles these rebels are so stupid

Me playing DA2: *kissing Anders on the mouth* huh sorry what

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Wizard worm just emerged from a wizarding hole! Lucky you!!!✨🪱🪄🍀

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PLEASE RECONSTRUCT PROFILE. ↪ Mass Effect

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A toxic trait of mine is that sometimes when dragon age is going on about how many people died in the Chantry explosion my first thought is "it was just Hightown"

#youre right and you should say it #anders does no wrong

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Click for full res!🎭

Been playing and thinking about both my Inquisitor!Hawke and Inquisitor!Anders AUs lately and in both cases I thought Anders should have a nice outfit for his visit to the Winter Palace

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nature of the weave 🌼 chapter two

a rolan/tav story

[this story features a named tav, Mari, I'll be putting together some info for her, she'll be tagged with oc:mari]

ao3 link

Mari could feel the eyes of her companions burning through her as she and Rolan held each other, both not ready to let the moment end.

As she pulled away, he held onto her wrist, one clawed finger sliding under the newly anchored bracelet. The feeling of being bound to him, no matter how slightly, sent a wave of emotion through her.

“I don't suppose you could take a night off from saving the world, could you?” He asked, looking down into her eyes, not even aware of the bustling store around them.

“For you? I'll make the time.” She couldn't help but smile widely, relishing in the feeling of his finger stroking the inside of her wrist.

“Be back here before sunset?” His eyebrows rose, a hopefulness she had yet to see from him plastered across his face. “If you can, of course.” His voice trailed off, his insecurity getting the better of him.

“I can.” She lifted her hand, him pulling away. “Thank you again for this.” She twirled the bracelet around her wrist. “You have no idea what it means to me.” She glanced between the amulet and Rolan, her heart warming.

“You could tell me about it tonight, I wouldn't mind hearing about how amazing I am, you know.” A crooked smile formed on his face as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Now go, be a hero.” He gave a quick glance to the trio waiting for Mari, noting the exchange of gold between Astarion and Karlach.

She just nodded as she turned to join her companions.

“Not a word.” She held out a finger to the group as she passed them by and headed outside.

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As the sun got lower in the sky, Mari's anticipation grew, she paced in their quarters in Elfsong while her friends were bickering about what she should wear.

“Why do I have to wear anything?!” She let out an exasperated sigh until she realized what she had said.

“Well, that is one way to make an impression on a first date.” Shadowheart said, pulling out a few things from Mari's wardrobe.

“That's not what I meant, gods!” She fell back onto the bed only to be immediately shooed by Astarion.

“No armor on the bed, you know the rules.” He scolded her before gesturing for her to turn around so he could help her remove her shoulder pieces.

“Why don't you keep it simple? This top and your favorite leather leggings, they make your ass look amazing.” Shadowheart said. She scoffed at the raised eyebrows at her observation. “What? Can't a girl admire?” She shrugged and tossed the clothes at Mari.

“But shouldn't she wear a dress? Easier access and all.” Astarion said matter of factly.

“This is why I spent most of my life alone.” Mari laughed and waved them away so she could get changed. She always had been alone, the tadpole brought her to the closest thing to family she's ever had. As she smoothed her clothes and tied her boots she couldn't help but think about how at this time yesterday she'd never imagine going on a date with Rolan.

“This is a date, right?” Mari shouted out to her companions. “I'm not reading this wrong?” A rush of insecurity ran through her.

“That man held you like he never wanted to let you go.” Karlach chimed in. “And you're asking us if this is a date?” She laughed, smacking Mari on the shoulder.

Mari let her shoulders relax, she knew she was overthinking it. She straightened the bracelet on her wrist, she couldn't stop herself from smiling as she rubbed the stone with her thumb.

She bid her friends farewell, ignoring some of their more lurid advice, before heading to the tower.

The walk through town somehow brought her both calm and anticipation. The afternoon was still warm, but the sun was starting to get low. She was hoping she timed her arrival right.

As she entered Sorcerous Sundries she spied Rolan at the top of the stairs, pacing back and forth, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He was beautiful. She couldn't help but let her eyes slowly travel from the tips of his horns to the tip of his tail. He was wearing something similar to what he wore earlier in the day, a soft linen shirt, deep brown leather pants, and now a jacket over it.

He noticed her as she was halfway up the stairs. She had opted to leave her hair down and just take a couple of small braids to wrap around her head. She wore the simple outfit, but the way it draped over her curves brought a heat to Rolan's chest that he wasn't ready for.

He took one step down the stairs and held out his hand, as she reached him she took it, his fingers lacing with hers as they neared the portal.

He gave her hand a squeeze. “Shall we?”

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nature of the weave 🌼 chapter one

a rolan/tav story

[this story features a named tav, Mari, I'll be putting together some info for her, she'll be tagged with oc:mari]

ao3 link

The group hadn't even been in the lower city for a week and Mari could not get in enough visits in to Sorcerous Sundries.

She always found some reason to pop in. At first she didn't have to reach, but once they had acquired the tomes Gale needed (and some he didn't) and disposed of Lorroakan, she had to get a little bit more creative.

She had been thrilled to see Rolan thrive once he was free from Lorroakan's abuse. Seeing what had happened to him had almost broken Mari. And Rolan held immense shame at being seen in that condition. It took some time, but she helped him work through those feelings, and those late night talks only made her fall harder for him.

Her friends all knew what pulled her to the magical shop, and most were happy to look the other way and let her find happiness and optimism where she could.

All except for Astarion.

He wasn't upset, not even a little. No, he was simply having a field day teasing Mari about her crush and delighting in the deep shade of pink her cheeks would turn.

“Maybe he'll show you his wand.” Astarion leaned over and whispered in her ear before bursting into laughter at her expression. Before she could stop herself she smacked him on the arm. He drew his arm away in faux outrage. “Careful with the merchandise.” He laughed, rubbing the spot where she hit him.

“If you don't behave yourself in there…” The threat was empty, laughter breaking through before she could finish her thought. “Just… don't embarrass me.” The slightest bit of insecurity creeped out at the thought of Rolan discovering her crush and not reciprocating.

“I would never, darling.” He looped his arm with hers, being able to read his dearest friends' concerns. “He'd be lucky to have you, you know.” He gave her a nudge, pleased at the smile that spread across her face as they made their way down the stone streets.

“He would, wouldn't he?” Her false bravado was back, gathering her confidence before they entered the store.

“I don't suppose the real Rolan is here?” Mari climbs up and leans over the counter, swiping her hand through the projection for effect. For a wood elf, she has quite the presence.

Mari was small, but strong, a talented ranger since adolescence. Her golden hair flowed passed her shoulders, on days where they didn't anticipate combat she'd take a break from the crown of braids she normally wore. She gave a huff, blowing a strand that had fallen in her face out of the way, giving one last swipe to the projection for good measure.

“Stop that, would you.” A slight smile betraying his annoyed tone as he descended the stairs. Her eyes took him in, he wasn’t wearing his usual robes, but a more utilitarian tunic and trousers. “You know you could simply ask like a normal person.” He stopped at the bottom step, leaning against the rail with his arms crossed. “Besides, my spies told me you were here.” He nodded to Cal and Lia, who were working on organizing some scrolls.

The belts and pouches that hung from him hinted that he was doing a bit more practical work today than his usual arcane studies. The look suited him and Mari tried not to be too obvious with her admiration, she suspected she failed from the laugh that came out of Karlach.

Ignoring her companions, Mari bounded over, excited to see her favorite wizard (not that she'd ever say that in front of Gale). “I'm afraid I ran out of misty step scrolls again.” She averted her eyes, ready to be scolded for her overuse.

He gave an exasperated sigh, but produced three more from a crate nearby. As she reached for them he pulled them back, holding them just out of reach.

“You will be responsible with these, won't you?” The sparkle in his golden eyes gave away his amusement. Between his eyes and the scattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks, she was too mesmerized to give a prompt answer. “Well, won't you?” He lowered his gaze to her lips, his eyes settling just a touch too long before looking her back in the eye.

“Ye- yes, of course.” She sputtered out, internally cursing herself for doing that in front of him. No. Worse. For doing that in front of Astarion and Karlach, who are already having a giggle.

“She might, but I won't.” Astarion piped up, snatching the scrolls while they were both distracted. “Don't worry, she'll pay for these.” He said, wandering off with Karlach to find Gale and give Mari and Rolan a moment to themselves.

Mari just laughed and shook her head. “You're a life saver, Rolan.” She let herself close a bit of the distance between them, his hard swallow as she got closer did not go unnoticed. She considered taking a step back, worried she had been too comfortable. Though there was something about him that always put her at ease, it certainly wasn't his usual demeanor, but he had come a long way from when they first met at the grove.

“How are -” She started, before Rolan cut her off, like he couldn't stop himself from speaking.

“I made you something.” There was an edge of nervousness to his voice as he shoved his hands in his pockets, rifling around for something specific.

“Me? You made me something?” Her eyes were wide, a thousand emotions swirling within her that someone, that he, had made her something.

“If you don't want it, that's okay, I just, seemed like, maybe, you could, I…” Words were flying out of his mouth as he produced a small pouch. “I'm sorry, I don't know.” A flush was spreading across his cheeks, as his flustered speech came to a conclusion.

She reached out and placed her hand on top of his before she could stop herself, the warmth from his skin melting into hers.

“Sorry.” She muttered, pulling her hand back to herself. “May I see it?” She asked, letting herself move a bit closer, mere inches between them now.

“Of course, I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me.” The blush on his cheeks was a deep red now.

“Probably just the same thing that's wrong with me.” She took a risk and decided to be bold, his eyes meeting hers and they both relaxed a bit, their smiles finding each other.

He pulls a golden chain out of the pouch, attached to the end is an opalescent stone that casts the faintest golden glow. It reminds her of his eyes, and she isn't sure whether that was intentional or not.

“It's beautiful.” She is in awe as he twirls it around for her to see. “I don't know what to say, thank you.” She reaches her hand out, but he doesn't let her have it just yet.

“It has two different types of magic working at all times. A protection spell to ward off any ill intended magic. It will also let you cast mage armor as needed.” He held the stone portion up so she could get a closer look. “While this looks fragile, it cannot break. Well, much like you, I suppose.” He undid the clasp on the chain, missing the tears welling in her eyes as she watched him talk about his magic and craftsmanship. “Would you like to wear it around your neck or wrapped around your wrist?” He asked, now catching the way she looked at him, with nothing short of love plastered across her face.

“My wrist, if you don't mind, I can admire it that way.” Her voice was much softer than it normally is as she held out her left wrist, pushing her sleeve back. He took his time getting the chain wrapped and clasped so that it wouldn't tangle. As he finished he let his thumb rub a lazy circle on the inside of her wrist while his other hand cupped her fingers gently.

“I feel better already.” He said, unwilling to let go of her hand, even as she tilted her head, an inquisitive look on her face. “I worry about you.” He shrugged, like the answer should be obvious. “Now I can help protect you even when I'm not around.” His thumb stilled upon her wrist. “Not that you need it.” A nervous laugh escaped his lips, afraid he had perhaps crossed a line or insulted her in some way.

She pulled her hand from his and for the briefest moment his heart was in his throat, until she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace.

“I do need it.” Her voice was soft in his ear as he let his arms encircle her, now very aware of how small she was. “I need you.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but he had heard it, and he didn't trust the words that might come out of his mouth. Instead, he let his lips lightly press against her forehead while he held her close.

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For the WIP game...

Okay. OKAY but tell me more about Rolan Gets a Girlfriend 👀

That is actually the one fic I've posted a couple of chapters to on that list!

rolan gets a girlfriend aka nature of the weave

It is a Rolan x ranger!Tav fic set in act 3 (and will run through defeating the netherbrain, maybe beyond). It's post defeating Lorroakan and leans into the artificer Rolan vibes.

And sneaky peek, the first date is next, and there are some discovering hidden vaults in the tower adventures.

#this is my cheesiest fic on this list #ill reblog the fic posts too in case you want to skip ao3!

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RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

thank you for the tag @dutifullylazybread 🥰

I'm hella behind on writing anything and these are all long things that I've never posted a single chapter of (except one), but I really do have the best intentions of finishing them [also I don't have creative file names lol]

that ivy idea

hawke and prince sebastian at skyhold

on the run hawke anders

rolan gets a girlfriend

[not tagging anyone because I'm not sure who has done this yet but please do it and tag me if you want to]

#if you want to hear anything about any of them please feel free to ask #i really need to at least pretend to work on any one of these sometime soon #for morale