#dadw time

[broodwolf221]

heya! thinking "calling each other petnames they wouldn't use in public" from the soft intimacy prompt list could be really fun with any ship, but maybe morrigan/leliana? happy writing!

ooooh this one was fun! got a lot sillier than i expected when i started but i have 0 regrets lmao @dadrunkwriting 264 words cws: none

“My little nug,” Leliana crooned in her ear and she snorted, twisting away.

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh, come now. You’re blushing!”

“Because it’s humiliating. I am not a nug.”

“They’re cute,” she pointed out firmly, “and so are you.”

“Ugh.”

“Fine then. Maybe... my dragon?”

“Why do you insist on these strange monikers?”

“You can be a dragon!”

“If I wished, yes. I do not wish it right now.”

“My great dragon,” Leliana purred this time and Morrigan scoffed.

“Additional adjectives will not sway me, Leliana,” she retorted, pointedly using the other woman’s name.

“My pretty raven,” she offered and Morrigan just sighed.

“How charming. Shall you put me in a cage overnight, send me to carry messages to your little spies?”

“I could put you in a cage overnight, if you’d like—”

“You are a most foolhardy woman,” she interrupted.

“Oh, I am sure you can do better than ‘foolhardy woman,’” she said, looping an arm lazily around Morrigan’s waist.

“Pest, perhaps?” Leliana stuck her lip out in an exaggerated pout, although she didn’t manage to maintain it, a giggle slipping out. Morrigan couldn’t help the small smile that crept across her own face. “Miscreant,” was her next suggestion and this time Leliana didn’t even bother with the faux-pout, just giggling and leaning in to press a series of little kisses against Morrigan’s neck. “Rake,” she concluded even as she tilted her head to allow for better access.

“And you’re still my little nug,” she murmured against her skin, Morrigan groaning.

“Silence, bard,” she said without any heat, weaving a hand through Leliana’s hair.

#broodwrites #dadw time #morriana #morrigan #leliana #themmmm #thanks for the prompt! /u\

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Little things I don't know what to do with

1. Phantom: Just because you're my dad doesn't mean you get to tell me what to do!

Nightwing: *just now learning he has a clone son and is nearly hysterical* Actually, it does!

Killer croc: *still holding Phantom by the neck but is now awkward about it* Uh, is this a bad time?

2. Tim goes undercover as Alvin Draper in infiltrate this new and very successful gang thats popped up in Gotham only to start falling for the mysterious leader Danny Nightingale aka a mage going by the name Hex

3. Future 7ft tall Phantom bursts into present day Gotham City like a meteor. Curled into a ball, he desperately tries to keep his unconscious husband safe from the flames and impacts as they are thrown through several buildings before creating a crater in one of the local parks

By some miracle his hubby is safe and Danny passes out once he sees some of the local bats approaching via rooftops

4. Danny flirts with Spoiler by bringing her wierd stuff thats purple. What makes it interesting is that none of this stuff should be purple

5. Danny accidentally ends up in the DC universe via ghost zone portal after he gets injured by one of his parents failed experimental weapons and it destabilizes him. He fights Superman thinking he's possessed and hes actually creaming Superman pretty bad since Clark can't hit what isn't tangible but oh boy, it can hit him.

Anyway the other supers come out to save Superman and began ganging up on Phantom.

Danny, fully convinced they're all possessed, opens a portal and manages to get them all in using Looney Toons Trickery promising to come back and "free the hosts" once he gets a more stable portal. Danny can't go through it since he's so unstable and has to look for some way to fix himself before it becomes a (after)life-threatening issue.

Turns out Ectoplasm is somehow worse for a Kryptonian than Kryptonite and they have no powers what so ever within the Ghost Zone and everything aches.

Oh.

And they're basically living out every creepypasta/horror movie ever in this creepy hell dimension.

Fun times.

#my keyboard keeps disappearing on my phone every 15 seconds #no that isnt even an exaggerated #i timed it #dpxdc #here have some supers #dont worry the bats are going to freak out about it #as is the rest of the league #danny phantom #danny fenton #fanfiction prompts #prompts #superman #clark kent #superfam #nightwing #dadwing #dick grayson #tim drake #alvin draper

[rosykims]

playing what pride had wrought <3 "i have reason to believe these ruins are the temple of mythal" "which is?? 😵‍" i am once again seething with the fury of one thousand enraged gorillas

#oc: ashara #tay plays dai #“WHICH IS” SAYS FIRST TO THE KEEPER WEARING MYTHAL'S VALLASLIN. #DIE. DIE. DIEEEEEEE #i'll never not be angry abt this. its suchhhh a ridiculous oversight #i do have it coming this time around bc i decided i love the woeful despicable vibes of bringing solas/sera/cassandra to the temple #absolutely everybody against ashara even the people she cares about the most :) #if i decide to make her a villain in dadw im going to point to this quest specifically and those three WILL be mentioned by name <3 #like maybe she wouldve let morrigan drink from the well if not for the absolute disrespect shes abt to put up with for the next hour or so #sigh. lavellans who love their gods mean everything to me. im so sad that the trauma of everything they have to learn abt their culture #is so dismissed. and like.. straight up ridiculed lol #everything sucks i am playing this quest w hatred and malice in my heart

[xwhitenoise]

the VP of EA very much was involved in the layoffs at b*oware but am i going to stop and explain that to some cunt who barged into my inbox to talk down to me and be weirdly aggro? nah

#literally get a life dude lmao #what must your hobbies be like if you have the time and energy to pick fights with ENTIRE strangers #over the degree to which EA was or was not responsible for the current state of the dragon age team/production status of dadw #anyway. i deleted the post so the entire context for this is nonexistent #but i just had to comment on the fucking absurdity of it anyway. because THAT'S the hill you're gonna die on???? damn

[juniemoe]

my holy trinity: zevran, fenris, solas

#i feel like i'm obligated to go for an angsty elf in dadw tbh #maybe there will be an angsty badass elven woman this time #looking @ bellara #who is she......... #my future wife??? #though ngl the one thing i would kill for is a sapphic qunari lady like maaaaaaan #i want it so bad lads #ive talked about this before but like #i want a wlw romance that makes me go insane the same way these three guys #it's a physiological and lesbian need #i want to know about the new game so bad but especially about the new companions #every morning i wake up and there's still no dragon age dreadwolf news #😔 #💬 chatter

[lelianaslefthand]

having a major dilemma with what class i want my next hawke to be. gabriel is sebmancing (YIPPE) and i think is gonna be blue/purple with a hint of red not sure yet but that’s not my main concern.

like for one im obsessed with a pro-mage hawke that isn’t a mage, i saw a post about how they’re like the only one who has had a truly positive experience with mages and magic on a personal level (the post was a lot more eloquent but i don’t remember who made it) and i’ve been knawing on it ever since. i know he wouldn’t be a rogue so i love the idea of the rogue prince and his knight in shining armor 🥺 he’s also very much himbo which i KNOW is cliche m!hawke characterization but i am not immune to himbo propaganda and warrior just fits that very well.. also im doing it in a more intellectual way so its fine. taking bethany into consideration i love a good older brother/baby sister dynamic, he would take her to the deep roads so the templars cant get her and im NOT killing her off for tragedy purposes this time so she'd become a warden. i havent spent as much time with bethany as carver and the other times i have i didnt know you could save the sibling you bring to the deep roads by also bringing anders rip :/

HOWEVER the older failbrother and little cringebrother dynamic with hawke and carver is just so appealing to me (especially right now in the midst of my succession brainrot being a kendall and roman girl). he’d also be a blood mage just bc i think it’s fun but also the contrast of blue/white holy prince and his red/black maleficar bf is *chefs kiss*.

okay actually after this stream of consciousness i think i will go warrior... like i obviously have more thoughts about that than mage, as much as i love putting blood mage pc into situations. okay time to spend 50 years in the character creator 😵‍

#i need to talk about my ocs on here more bc i love them they are so special to me #all 5000 of them #i love reading about others even if i dont follow them closely #im having almost the exact same dilemma with my canon hawke #but im not doing that playthrough until dadw is closer so i have time #imagine we get a release date soon bc i said that thatd be crazy haha jk... unless 😳 #if any sebastian experts have thoughts i would still love to hear them #like what ur fave sebhawke dynamics are or whatever #i know there was lichrally just a poll going around but i already lost it 😔 #oc stuff #gabriel hawke #.txt

[viviae]

Simplest explanation of why Dreadwolf is a good title actually

New Player who has never played Dragon Age or knowing the story: Woah who is this guy

Solas: I'm the Dread Wolf

New player: oh wow he shares the same name as the title he must be important!

#eren.txt #da #dragon age #dadw #solas is a character who is heavily connected to the lore of the series #easiest crash course for new players #you know hes important because he shares the same title as the game title #the impact of being the dread wolf wouldnt mean anything if you have no context #and there is no time for another trespasser in a new game #and yeah yeah its the fourth game in the series #but its gonna get new players because thats how it goes #and you have to compensate for them #or hell people who didnt or couldnt play trespasser #because dai on ps3 and xbox 360 couldnt play dlc #so a lot people never played trespasser but played dai

[danielnelsen]

lmao so since ive been going through the da ttrpg guide and there’s a sea monster called cetus (a pre-existing name from mythology), when i saw the sea monster in endless summer i was like ahh it’s cetus, and now ive just found out that it actually is called cetus fjkddjfk

#csyp #darpg #cetus in da is an interesting opportunity that they should utilise somewhere other than the rpg #idk if it’s used in any official adventures bc i haven’t read those yet but it’s probably not #i guess the main issue is that it’s almost exclusively found in the boeric ocean which the ocean north of tevinter #but it sometimes comes further south and also dadw is set in tevinter so……maybe! #but also re:endless summer.. #it continues to be cool. i forgot about the time loop bit! innovative and fun #that sounded kinda sarcastic maybe but genuinely #my main question is whether i keep friendship approval changes between loops #since some come from unrepeatable options i assume i do. how does that work lmao?????? #but rip i didn’t take a screenshot of rourke calling the sea monster cetus because i was surprised and kept moving through the conversation #forgot i can’t repeat questions to him :(

[bruciemilf]

I can’t really get into the parentification of Dick or “dadwing”, mostly because a big portion of people assign him the “healthy, perfect parent” trait as a dunk on Bruce. But they also want the “elder sister” angst at the same time, which just doesn’t mix.

Saying that Dick is the less dysfunctional option for his siblings is laughable because HE’S inherently a flawed human being with a flawed set of coping mechanisms.

I don’t see him knocking on the therapist’s office instead of putting on the mask. Do you?

If you want the big sister, get ready for the cruelty that comes with her. And we’ve personally seen just how good Dick is at hurting feelings.

#like it feels so…forced #Sibling dynamics don’t work like parent\child dynamics besties. When you’re someone’s parent you subsequently forfeit your personhood. #you have to be the patient one the responsible one the dependable one the problem and the solution. #and that’s very clearly always been Bruce’s role. and hey if you want dick to be a dad better get ready to hold him culpable for everything #always. but you can’t. cause dick isn’t a father #like ik it’s not that deep but it’s frustrating #text #dc #dick grayson #bruce wayne #also?? dick has his own kid??

[rosella-writes]

new to dadw, but maybe “you don’t need to protect me.” for cassandra/solas/trevelyan, if that strikes your fancy

Thank you and welcome!! I love this one.

Rating: T Words: 963

For @dadrunkwriting

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For more time than what was marked by scratch marks on the wall of her cell, Cassandra had only had the hum of red lyrium and Solas’s occasional conversation as company. 

She paced — she mourned — she reminisced, wondering aloud if there was anything she could have done differently, anything she could have done to stop this from happening. But, as Solas continued to remind her, in his own cell just beyond her line of sight, it was no use to agonise over the past. There was only forward. 

But how could they move forward when the Herald was dead?

Some days, she didn’t realise she’d faltered in her recitation of the Chant until Solas’s gentle voice picked up the missing lines. She’d lean her head against the stone wall that separated their cells and mouth along, voiceless, to the words he must have heard her say a thousand times over. These days, more than ever, she wished she could reach through the stone and touch him — any confirmation that this was real, that he was real, and that this wasn’t some twisted nightmare. She didn’t know if that would be a comfort or a curse.

As time passed, Cassandra withdrew further into herself. It was not unlike her vigil to become a Seeker — but there was no numbing, no dwindling sense of self, that culminated in a burst of radiance and faith. No, it continued, as deadening as the steady drip of water upon stone that wore channels into its surface. 

Time pressed onward, unrelenting with its sickening hum of lyrium — a scarlet thing that even she, a Seeker supposedly unaffected by lyrium, could sense. It was a sharp poison in her flesh, as if she were breathing in needles of it. She could hear Solas’s breaths become hoarse just beyond the wall, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. And when he began to cough, she wished she could do more than simply turn away and cover her ears. 

Then the day came that brought the sound of thudding footsteps down the stairs. 

It was not the approach of the jailor, for she knew the sound of him as well as her own heartbeat. It was a pair of mages, as she could tell from the rattle of a staff striking the stairwell. And when she heard the muttering of a voice she had not heard in a year, she thought for certain that she’d begun to dream — she had slid sideways into insanity, finally, and that thought would have brought relief if not for — 

“You’re alive!” Solas gasped, and Cassandra knew that this was real. 

Lucas Trevelyan appeared as he had the day he’d disappeared. He reached out to them with the same delicate hands, his face creased with the same ever-present worry and compassion, dressed in the same rumpled robes and hastily crafted armour that Harritt had seen fit to clamp him into. The mage who had disappeared alongside him — who was to blame for all this, if Cassandra were to be asked — lurked just behind, glittering with silk and gold and worrying at his moustache with ring-encrusted fingers. Dorian, she remembered. He explained what had happened with terms meant to be understood by Solas, Cassandra was sure, as she only understood part of what he claimed. 

But Lucas seemed to pay him little mind as he went from Solas’s cell to hers, then rushed in the moment the door sprang open. He was tugging at her hands even as she moved to stand, then passed those hands over her cheeks, her forehead, as if searching for wounds. When he met her eyes with his own warm brown ones, they were wide with fear — but then he smiled, those eyes crinkled, and hope broke across his young features like a dawning star.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he said thickly. He reached out for Solas, who came into view around the wall that had separated him from Cassandra for so long, and pulled him into a bone-crushing embrace. “Both of you. I didn’t know if you’d lived.”

“If you would call this life,” she spat, but returned his hug when he threw his arms around her. She caught Solas’s eyes — reddened from his exposure to lyrium, dark as foreboding death — and knew that whatever existence pressed on past this moment, it would not include either of them.

So she armed herself from a nearby chest and positioned herself in front of the three mages on their way up the stairs. Nevermind that the lyrium had sunk into her bad hip and caused a limp. Nevermind that her knuckles ached when she tightened her grip around her sword. Nevermind that when they were attacked by Venatori at the top of the stairs, she moved slower than ever before, and could hardly pull upon her Seeker powers to burn the lyrium within them. 

Cassandra was expendable. Her life here was forfeit — it was all for nothing if Lucas didn’t return to that day in Redcliffe castle. 

But as she leaned over the final dead Venatori, her breaths heaving in and out of shard-ridden lungs, she felt Lucas’s familiar grasp upon her shoulder. 

“It’s alright,” he assured her, his voice low and comforting in her ear. “I can manage. You don’t need to protect me.”

“We shall be the judge of that,” Solas murmured on her other side as he pressed a healing touch to a burn on her cheek. “Focus on Alexius. Leave the rest to us.”

When Cassandra glanced back, Lucas’s expression was inscrutable. All she could determine from it was his omnipresent sense of concern — but before she could speak, his countenance lightened again into a mask of soft cheer. 

“It’s alright,” he repeated. “We’ll make it alright.”

#in hushed whispers #dragon age #my writing #lucas trevelyan #solas #cassandra pentaghast #male trevelyan #dadwc

[contreparry]

Happy Friday! :) for DADW: ❝  i was sort’ve hoping you needed me.  is that selfish?  ❞ with fenders or any other ship you’re feeling! 💚

Absolutely! Here's some fenders for @dadrunkwriting!

He was staring again.

Fenris felt Anders' eyes upon him like a caress- no, not a caress. An insistent poking was a far more accurate assessment. Anders would sit (or stand) nearby, and he would stare at him. Fidget. Sometimes cough. It was a test. How long would it take for Fenris to bend and ask what it was that he wanted? How long would it take to drive Fenris to snap and push him away?

It took some getting used to, but Fenris was patient by necessity.

"Is there something you need, Anders?" Fenris asked. Anders, who had wandered to the fireplace to poke at the ice-cold coals sitting in the ash, started and jumped to his feet like a frightened rabbit.

"I, ah, no," Anders insisted. "Not at all! Please continue doing... whatever it was you were doing! Without interference, naturally, or commentary, or questions- not that I have any, of course!"

Typical Anders. Dancing around the heart of the matter as he always did, a careful step and jump and leap over whatever he wanted to say because words were so very dangerous. Fenris was tired of dancing- he danced for as long as he could remember, after all. So he sighed, set the book he was slowly attempting to dissect on the arm of his chair, and met Anders' furtive gaze.

"What is it you want, Anders?" Fenris asked.

"I noticed that you got a new book," Anders remarked. He cautiously crossed the room towards the armchair Fenris dragged from the upstairs study down to its new place by the fireplace in the main hall. It made for a good match with the loveseat that was already present in the hall, and both pieces had the good fortune to have not been torn apart by rodents over the years of neglect. Anders didn't sit on the loveseat. Instead he crept over to the armchair. His eyes drifted down to the novel, and Fenris could almost taste the questions on the man's tongue.

"One of Varric's, yes. He wanted my... opinion," Fenris rolled the word around in his mouth as if it were a sweet. Opinion. Not many asked for his opinions before his time in Kirkwall. It was an odd experience to be asked for his thoughts, but a generally pleasant one. Varric's request was proving to be rather arduous. The man had a penchant for using words that made Fenris' head swim whenever he looked at the page. He used them often enough when speaking. He knew what the words meant. But reading them was another challenge entirely.

"Whatever for? Is it one of his crime novels, or a biography this time?" Anders asked.

"Mystery. He had questions about assassins and thought I could provide insight. I suggested that Isabella or his Coterie friends might be better able to answer those questions, but..." Fenris shrugged. "Here we are. What else was it you wished to know?" Fenris knew Anders' restlessness had not resulted from one simple question, but rather a whole flock of them. All Fenris had to do was carefully tease and coax the questions out of Anders until all was revealed and all could be resolved.

"I... was sort've hoping you needed me," Anders admitted quietly. "Is that selfish?"

To be wanted, to be needed- Fenris knew those feelings well. So he grabbed the novel and pulled himself out of the armchair before taking Anders' hand in his and pulling him over towards the loveseat.

"Perhaps," Fenris replied. "Perhaps it is selfish. But I am also selfish, and your help and company would be welcome." Not needed- Fenris could muddle through difficult words and purple prose alone- but Anders was welcomed and wanted. Fenris flopped down on the loveseat before dragging Anders down until he was settled between his legs with head pillowed on his shoulder and his pointy elbow digging uncomfortably into his side. The loveseat was too small for two grown men, but they made the best of their circumstances. Anders' hair tickled the bottom of his chin as Fenris wrapped his arms around Anders and opened Varric's latest novel to read.

"Varric's handwriting is dreadful," Anders complained. "Enough loops and whirls to be Orlesian!" Fenris laughed before clearing his throat.

"Hush. Do you wish to be my captive audience or not?" Fenris asked, and Anders quieted down. Fenris flipped to the first page of the novel, took a deep breath, and began to read.

#my writing #da drunk writing circle

[broodwolf221]

Happy Friday! How about some Dorian & Sera: "Heads, I do it. Tails, you do it." from the Sentence prompts!!

this got v silly v fast lmao @dadrunkwriting 500 words cws: none

“So, who’s going to tell our esteemed Inquisitor that this isn’t going to work?” Dorian asked her, leaning in conspiratorially. She snickered but shook her head.

“Nuh-uh, not me,” Sera said quickly, then giggled again as they both watched the Inquisitor stare at the mountainside before trying to ascend it at a slightly different angle. He sighed. The woman was quite deft, each movement centered, but it was still a very nearly vertical rockface. She made excellent use of the tiniest crevices and had gotten about halfway up twice now before sliding back down.

“Even if she makes it up, does she expect us to follow?” He asked, Sera shaking her head and shrugging.

“Then she’s gonna be real disappointed,” she said before grinning brightly. “Eh, least the view is good.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Do you have a sovereign on you?” She turned to stare at him, brow furrowed. “To toss.” It took a second, but then Sera was giggling again, shaking her head.

“You’re the rich tit, ain’t ya? What, you leave all your pretty coins back in the mountain?” He had, actually, but there was little reason to admit as much.

“Well, we’re going to be here all day at this rate. Do you have anything we could toss?”

“What for?”

“Loser has to tell the Inquisitor that this is not going to work.”

“Got nothin’. You’re a mage, yeah? Make something.” He frowned, puzzling over that as they watched her try to ascend the cliff-face yet again. Suddenly an idea struck him - a strange one, but it’d work. He held out his hand, Sera taking a step away from him as he summoned a narrow disc of ice. “I didn’t mean it,” she complained while he smirked, pleased with his solution. “Anyway, can’t read a sheet of ice, can you?”

“Just watch,” he announced smugly, waving his free hand over the disc. He didn’t usually do things like this so he kept it simple, one side with a circle and one side with a cross. “Choose.”

“Uhh, circle.” She sounded unconvinced but at least he had an answer. He flipped it and held out his hand to catch it, but it hit the edge of his hand and toppled to the ground, where it shattered spectacularly. “Huh,” Sera said simply as they both stared down at the ruined disc. “I think that means you lose.”

“In what way?”

“You made it and you broke it. Sounds like losing to me.”

“I did not lose.”

“Well you sure as shit didn’t win.”

“Hmm.” He contemplated the shattered disc. “Point taken.”

“So, who tells her?”

“Maybe we just wait her out? Surely she’ll tire after a while.”

“Uh-huh.” Sera smirked at him. “Well, like I said. Least the view is good.”

He sighed and leaned against a tree, crossing his arms as they watched the Inquisitor assess and attempt. “Next time I’m bringing a deck of cards,” he muttered under his breath and Sera snorted.

#broodwrites #dadw time #dorian pavus #sera dragon age #dorian #sera

[jahiera]

one thing I hope DADW brings back is the certain level of ... viscosity that the demons/abominations/darkspawn had in DAO. this probably won't happen as much with the darkspawn but one thing that hit in design with DAO/DA2 was how gory and wet and just plain gross magic (gone wrong) could be at times. the blighted animals with bloody maws and tattered fur. the bulbus shapes and growths on abominations. the flying blood everywhere. the fucked up orphanage in the alienage in DAO that is totally unresolved? the blood magic twisting people wrong? leandra's shambling frankenstein'd corpse? there was just not enough quality fantasy horror in DAI that really rooted in how disgusting and strange the creatures you could fight were and how Strange and Horrifying the world could really be. DAI was so.. for lack of a better word, clean in comparison.

#dragon age #DAI in comparison especially to DAO imo which -- for however much people want to wahwah about the graphics -- FUCKED in terms of #grounded gnarly fantasy vibes. it was in the TRENCHES of muck and blood and gore. #Leandra's shambling corpse is STUCK in my brain in terms of its horror factor #Even as Storyline Annoying Orsino's fight was; watching him turn into a megamonster of limbs and gore was like #AWFUL. I loved it. #DADW needs to be GROSSER. #I want viscosity I want Blood I want Weird

[ghostwise]

Tell me more about the mechanized looms in Thedas please.

So I am just extrapolating from what is already seen in canon; we already have printing presses, and a lot of previously time-consuming processes are being simplified and streamlined through technology. A lot of this is explored in DAI and I'm sure we'll see things further develop in DADW. Basically I am writing the first part of this fic in a setting where industrialism is taking off in Antiva, where the factory system is a new development. Standardization of new technology tends to smooth the way for further innovation, so I figure mechanized looms are not too far off from mechanized spinning frames!

Here are the relevant bits from World of Thedas:

[ID: "Half of Nevarra has heard of the Davri Mechanical Thresher. Powered by steam, the device separates grain from chaff, doing work that normally takes hundreds of laborers weeks of back-breaking effort in mere hours. The Nevarran nobility herald it as the greatest innovation of the age, but it is just the latest gift from the genius of Bianca Davri.

She made her name more than a decade ago with an improved seed drill that was capable not only of distributing seed in perfect rows at nearly any spacing, but also of adjusting to the correct depth for each seed type. Far more reliable than any other seeder, it quickly became the standard across the Free Marches, Antiva, and Nevarra, and House Davri, a previously obscure surface Smith Caste family living in Kirkwall, instantly established itself as a power within the Merchants Guilt.

But the Davri Seed Drill was not self-powered. It required the locomotion of a horse or an ox to operate. Bianca's second invention, a spinning machine, was run like a grain mill by the action of moving water. With this device, a single worker could spin up to sixty spools of thread at a time, at a much finer quality than hand spinning. With the Davri Spinning Frame, demand for Bianca's designs spread to the high-priced markets of Orlais."

End ID]

#dragon age

[blarrghe]

For DADW, "We can never be together kiss"

I have been sitting on this prompt unsure what to do with it for a very long time. I found something! More Dorian x Lavellan pining. What else? Added to the canon prompts collection!

@dadrunkwriting

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Taren Lavellan was having a rare good day. 

Most days were productive. Busy. And that helped. He had made certain friends, or at least there were people around to support him, to ask for assistance, to count on to have his back in the field, and that helped too. Cassandra was good with a shield, and never shied away from giving advice. The Iron Bull was good with a greataxe, and never shied away from a drink. Sera was growing on him, or he was growing on Sera. She was never shy, at least, and never let him feel like more than he was. 

Then, there was Dorian. 

Dorian made him feel like… like the most important person in the world, when he was warm. And like an idiot when he wasn’t. 

Today, he had him hooked with the former. 

A rare good day. Not just productive, not just busy, but good, after that. They’d made inroads and progress in the Hinterlands and then made it back to Skyhold in one piece. There had been celebrations. Warm food, fresh ale, music. Taren sat at a table in the Herald’s Rest, and almost forgot that he was the Herald in need of it. Sera let him teach her a few Dalish dance steps. The Iron Bull poured him too many pints. Dorian stayed by his side, laughing and talking with the crowd of them, smiling warmly, leaning close. 

He left with him, too, when Taren stumbled out of the place with claims that it was time for him to actually rest. 

He seemed to have gotten Taren’s various clumsily dropped hints. 

They walked through the courtyard, a place where they often stopped to talk in passing. Dorian would find him there and share tidbits of gossip and exaggerated frustrations. Taren would find himself looking for him there, looking for him to lighten the load of the very real frustrations and unhappy whispers which often followed him around. 

The courtyard in the daylight was something of a mixed blessing; there was the sunlight, the scents of familiar herbs growing surprisingly well in their orderly little planters, the birdsong and the mountain view, but also it was a popular spot. Josephine’s tours of interested nobles chattered through with indiscreet judgement, Chantry sisters stopped him to appraise his supposed divinity and desperately attempt to remedy his incorrect faith, Templars eyed him warily. When he found Dorian there, his swagger could sometimes outshine all that. He knew how to navigate nobles and castles, judgmental glances and too-invasive questioning. Taren did not.

But now, in the cloudy twilight, the place was empty. Quiet. Peaceful. And, technically, his. 

Taren stepped lightly across the cobblestone to the old gazebo, tipping his head back to inhale the cool air and admire the hazy sky as he did. The early night stars were mostly obscured by low-hanging mists and the grey day’s still lingering clouds, but they twinkled delicately through the night. A thin sliver of moon cast a little light over the shadowy courtyard, and inside the shelter it was nearly fully dark. Taren took a seat on the bench inside, and pulled out his pipe. 

Dorian leaned on the stone pillar of the structure and watched him. Taren lit the pipe, inhaled, released a long stream of earthy smoke, and held it out in offer. Dorian stepped closer, blinking in the dark. Remembering, Taren cast up a small orb of magical light. 

Wordlessly, they smoked together. Dorian took a seat beside him, and took his turns with slow, contemplative draws. Taren leaned into his shoulder, and the mage did not move. It was warm, comfortable, if a little stiff. 

“Dorian,” he murmured finally, his arm reaching into a hold around Dorian’s back. 

“Mm?” 

“Come up with me,” Taren proposed, words drunkenly drawled, but clear, “to my quarters.” 

“Inquisitor…”

Dorian only ever called him Inquisitor when he meant to say no.  

“If you want to.” 

“Wanting is not the —” Dorian pushed himself from the bench, leaving a cold spot upon Taren’s shoulder in his wake, and stood. “We can’t,” he said, facing him, handing back his pipe. “You know that we can’t.” 

“Why not?” Taren looked at him plainly. Dorian’s eyes flicked quickly away. He sighed, frustrated. Taren knew why they couldn’t. They had had this conversation already — Taren had confirmed this decision already. 

“You don’t really want that.” 

“I do. As do you.”  

“You’re drunk.” 

“As are you.” 

Taren stood too, leaving his pipe on the bench to smoulder. He took a step closer, Dorian did not move. He extinguished the light. 

He kissed him. 

Dorian’s face was cold, his skin chilled by the high mountain air. His lips responded warm. His hand found Taren’s waist. He tasted of the tavern’s terrible wine and elfroot. Taren must have too. 

“You’re drunk.” Dorian said again, letting go, stepping back. Cold air rushed in between them. “We can’t.” 

And then he left.  Taren sat back on the stone bench in the dark. He did not need the light to see Dorian pace away, without backward glance, to disappear through a door in the stone of the castle walls. 

He finished his pipe alone.

#idiots! #pavellan #dadwc #my fic

[juniemoe]

i love maud’s lil smile during blackwall’s romance quest. i make pretty ocs LMAO

#i say pretty as if i didn't make maud four times from sctrach in the black emporium #i hope we get romance quests in dadw too! #oc: maud #oc tag