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bruxbea · 1 year
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Idek what to call this, just a small blurb PreLandsmeet Pre-Landsmeet Denerim, Arl Eamon’s Estate Word Count: 957 Characters: Anora McTir, Alistair Theirin, Riordan, technically the entire crew
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In preparation for the Landsmeet like the big to do that it was, arl Eamon had sent for new clothes and dress to be commissioned for the Grey Wardens and their companions. Everyone was excited at the prospect of being in Denerim proper, amongst townspeople and regular food, not to mention proper beds and room service.
Morrigan would never admit it aloud but she had quite enjoyed browsing through the tailor’s binder of swatches and silks as the group picked out their would be attire. They had all but lost Leliana when his apprentice brought in a rainbow of resplendent ribbons by the spool.
The Landsmeet was going to be a bit of a party as it were, and they were the guests of honor.
Only, the Wardens themselves had yet to return from the Arl of Denerim’s estate, something that should have been a trivial task now seeming a growing risk they ought not have pursued. It was late and the companions had been up all night without sleep or talk, everyone sitting on razor's edge as the fire smoldered down to ash.
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No one is sure whose cry rings out the silence when Alistair approaches with the dawn, auburn hair catching the budding sun in a natural crown as Queen Anora herself runs haughtily abreast a bedraggled stranger sporting dual Griffons on his gear. They are exhausted: the two men covered in blood and bruised, while the Queen only a bit disheveled. Most notably of all they are short one Warden Mage. 
Anora catches her breath and explains: Amell has been arrested on her behalf and sent to Fort Drakon. The Queen blanches at the rooms combined glower, their outrage apparent enough to read. “She insisted we rescue you and as thanks you had her arrested?!” their faces say. She assures everyone Amell is safe among the guards and Templars stationed there. The companions rise one by one to leave the room without a word, as silent as a ripple across a pond. Anora looks to Alistair as he too prepares to leave. He stops near the door seemingly lost in thought. Over his shoulder he answers her pleading look.
“They will not hear you, your Grace. You’ve just sent our leader to yet another Tower.”
Anora starts forward, “Fort Drakon isn’t a Circle. When Father sees I am safe, Amell shall be granted her freedom and-” “You are blind Anora, by rearing or choice I will never understand.” Alistair interrupts with a bark. The Queen of Ferelden’s only response is to suck her teeth in surprise. 
The warrior turns to face the unkept Queen and stares her down with a fury she doesn’t recognize. Is this truly the same boy who cried when I took his doll in our youth? she thinks to herself, shying away the smallest of breadths. He’s taller than Cailan was now... “Hawthorne is an apostate mage, a Grey Warden, and an elf. She will be locked up and guarded among practiced torturers and those most faithful to your father, do you even know what you’ve done…how much danger…?” Alistair stops to breathe and steady his mounting rage. 
The others had returned, already kitted out for rescue. Box the mabari impatiently paces the hallway, growling at random as though the humans choose to waste time. Sten stoically joins him after a beat. It appears unanimous that they return to camp to plan their strategy. Alistair shakes his head and turns to face Anora. “She did this for you, you know…and for Cailan.” He says quietly. Anora Pales. “This whole time has been her trying to reason out you and your Father, no matter how much we may argue over it. As a child Loghain was her hero and you are ‘Queen to a nation of ingrates and Orphans’ as she puts it. She pities you Anora, and sympathizes your loss of Cailan. More than you seem to yourself.” “When I asked her why it was so important we rescue you from Howe she answered without hesitation, ‘Anora’s your family.’ as simple as that! The Sky is blue, water is wet, you and I are family, so risking her life for yours was of no question despite the risk of an apparent trap!” Alistair stops, realizing his voice has grown louder with every new example. Anora remains silent but focused, amazed at the ghostly familiarities she only now begins to notice as Alistair gathers what little belongings he had scattered about the room to hand to an anemically protesting Riordan who rests laid up recuperating on the sofa.
As the younger Warden prepares to leave with the others of his ragtag crew, Alistair first approaches the Queen, checking the straps and buckles on his armor as he turns to face her. He sighs as he tries to bring the conversation to a civil if not jovial end, hitching the massive dragon tooth maul over his shoulder and securing it in place across the plates on his back. 
“Well dear sister, we’re off to un-do your heinous fuckery most foul. Please do keep the kitchen lit and your pesky interfering father at bay. We shall return with our beloved mage or burn the entire city to the ground in her honor. You should know by noon. Oh and do please keep the kettle on, killing your father’s men is sure to be thirsty work.” he offhandedly says checking his breastplate, any attempt at verbal civility lying beaten unconscious on the floor in the process.
 Anora’s only response is to cluck her tongue in a way she thought lost since Ostagar. The Grey Warden and his posse take their leave.
Once again they have been invited to a party.
And they intend to arrive in style.
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traaanskimkitsuragi · 23 days
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inner circle
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championsandheroes · 1 year
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I got an ask about my thoughts about Rogue Trader and ended up having a little chat back and forth with Pyritea. I am now worried that, yes, the techpriest might end up being the right kind of weird because I know that he won't be a romance option. And then it will the same old story again. Truth be told, what I really, really want is to romance a space marine. Yes. The three meters tall, asexual murder machines. He has had a rough and violent life, let me give the big scary man flowers and dote on him.
If I were to say that there were no big scary men in massive armor over at Patreon, I’d be lying. The ones over at society6 and redbubble are, however, more of the qunari variety. For now.
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incorrectnevermoor · 1 month
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Morrigan: literally sitting on my bed with the anxiety levels of someone being hunted for sport
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wundrousarts · 7 months
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Morrigan <3
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orinthered · 2 years
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lyrium ghost leliana lives in my head rent free
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rainymoodlet · 9 months
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Kiss Me in Komorebi+ 🌸
[Ep. 16] The Beach Episode Spa Arc
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[ Part 7.5 of 15 ] 🌹
@anarchosimdicalist @mattodore @morrigan-sims
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tuxedo-rabbit · 1 year
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“I wish to know your opinion of love.”
The few moments where Morrigan lets you see how absolutely in love she is with the warden are the best bits of the romance. Had to paint one of them!
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Singularity 
 “What is this place?”  Morrigan asked in wonder.
“A singularity, created by Matilde (surname), sponsored by the honorable E.M. Saunders, a gift to the people of Nevermoor.” Squall spoke as if reciting from memory. “The Museum of Stolen Moments.” 
It was beautiful. Morrigan was in awe of the scenes and stunning architecture. “Why did you want to show me this?”
“I heard your precious society” he paused to grimace “has been giving you a rather stilted version of wundersmith history.” 
“They’re not my society!” Morrigan retorted, though she knew he was right. “But what do you mean?”
They’ve been teaching you the evils of wundersmiths, have they not?”
“But they are evil.”
“WE aren’t evil.”
“You are.”
“…touché.”  He wore an expression of mock hurt for a moment, before they both dissolved into laughter, all the tension dissipated. 
A few minutes passed in awkward silence, before Morrigan asked a question. “What are these scenes?”
Squall pointed at a scene depicting a group of youths in a car “look closely” after a few seconds, she saw it. 
“A crash” she looked to another scene of two men embracing, and again Morrigan saw what the museum really was. “They’re dying!” 
“All real, if you must know”
Morrigan’s stomach turned “that… that is sick”
Squall chuckled “why yes, I suppose it is.” The sadistic smirk on his face turned a bit wry. “Part of being a wundersmith, is it?”
Morrigan panicked, she shouldn’t have gone anywhere with a murderer. 
“No-NO!” Morrigan screamed, already running away. Into the crowded rush hour streets of downtown Nevermoor, where squall wouldn’t find her. 
Chapter 2! How is it?
IT'S AWESOME!
The whole "we aren't evil." "No you are." exchange
I love this so much I'm so!!!!
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pickledkelpie · 1 year
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if solas technically became mythal when he snorted her vibes does that mean he's a milf
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butchcaseyjones · 1 year
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what is your favourite cadence moment in the nevermoor series so far
AHH. there are so many great ones i love my girl cadence
in no particular order my top 3 are:
-cadence mesmerizing baz and flintlock to keep morrigan in nevermoor <3
-borrowing the puppy for mog in the hospital!! i think she would simply explode if she had to admit the fact that she cares about things (morrigan in particular)
-begrudgingly high-fiving hawthorne for master of boremonies
honestly i love every single thing she's ever done in her whole existence
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ah0yh0y · 10 months
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true theatre is me reading the entirety of nevermoor at 3am with different voices
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shaykai · 1 year
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elliesgaymachete · 1 year
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honestly if we get to the other half of bells hells and most of the guests are men or there’s no women imma be lowkey disappointed
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stomach-rental · 2 years
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The kids from my OTHER endosoma story that is much more developed: Perennial! I will be talking about it more and more as time goes on, but for now...you get them.
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wundrousarts · 1 year
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Here is my Nevermoor Big Bang piece based on @tillywunderwing's fic "Ebb and Glow"! Shoutout to @nevermoorcentral for organizing this.
[ID: A digital drawing of Morrigan Crow from Nevermoor. She is holding a lit candle in her hand and is looking down at it with a dejected expression. Behind her, golden glowing hands emerging from a dark cloud loom over her. End ID.]
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