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titanbabyeams · 5 months

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I am, once again, plagued by thoughts of Dragon Age AU for FMA. (Not the crossover version, unfortunately.)

Roy Mustang, who’s given to the Chantry before they even bother to find any living relatives. Who’s raised a Templar and, when he awakens to his magic, is given to the Seekers. Roy, who’s spoon-fed a certain worldview—who’s ignorant of the issues that other mages go through.

Edward Elric, born a mage half-elf, who’s kicked out of his clan the second his (human) mother dies. Who does his best to keep him and his brother alive without support, but is eventually arrested by Templars. Who later escapes the tower to search for a cure to tranquility, after his brother is punished for something Edward did.

It’s the thought of them crossing paths and traveling together. Of them butting heads and arguing over their respective worldviews, but with every argument comes a growing understanding. And eventually, butting heads turns into teasing and arguments into debates…

They’re very dear to me.

#fma #fanfic #edward elric #royed #dragon age #roy mustang #daau #Seeker Mustang #Apostate Edward #Tranquil Alphonse #Post-Fifth Blight #Pre-Inquisition

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blueiight · 1 month

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will never not be endlessly fascinating how people attach their identities or sense of selves to fictional characters to where when u actually talk about the story people get all in their feelings and shit bruh tighten up

#and ts funny bc ppl overidentify w these characters at the expense of the characters rich backgrounds #a brown muslim vampire who was turned during the inquisition the moor in venice is endlessly more interesting than the generic faceless fano #people have concocted #louis and claudia in new orleans have such a different past despite being blocks from eachother and its all so interesting theyre not just #faceless constructs of ‘black’ diversity bridgerton hires they come from a specific place and time but ppl dont give af #lestat’s french background is essential to who he is in AUs meanwhile yall think brown/black are generic identifiers w no bg that informs #characterization and motives #then the majority of fandumb weirdos are losers who got high on their own supply and genuinely believe an entire 7 episode season means noth #ng #considering pre s1/ongoing s1 theories was that armand was lestat in a brown body this fanbase is sooooo stupid like #everyone is stupid and im dumber for it

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biancadavri · 1 year

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varric at full rivalry is actually the funniest guy in thedas imagine getting kidnapped TWICE because of hawke and STILL refusing to bother them about it until absolutely necessary. while you’re freezing your ass somewhere far away from civilization and surrounded by demons. and you don’t even like them that much.

#pre-empetively answer any 'how could anyone be rivals with him' question: easily! i'm a fucking twisted cycle path! red hawke supremacy!#dragon age #dragon age 2 #dragon age inquisition #varric tethras #my posts

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ringneckedpheasant · 6 months

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you were a low moon steady with wintry calm somewhere inside the fire of your youth went dark

#dragon age #technically.#da:i #dragon age: inquisition #lavellan #inquisitor lavellan #f!lavellan #marcusart #rhian lavellan #happy w how this turned out I love Textures #this is supposed to be pre-clan lavellan he’s in community college or smth

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elfcollector · 2 years

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“i promise you, varric. we’ll make sure none of this happens.” “i’m pretty sure you’re crazy. or i’m crazy. either way, it’s a — nice thought.”

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obessivedork · 2 months

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Was.... that supposed to be the end of FO4? 😐 Like once you've blown up the Institute you get this random nostalgic slideshow that has nothing to do with ANYTHING and that's it? You beat the game! Good for you! But we'll place you back into the world to keep playing I fucking guess? What's going to happen to your friends and The Commonwealth with all the decisions you made?😐 Don't ask us! Not like we're going to make an RPG with the infamous RPG IP, that would be silly!

#DOES ANYTHING I DID FUCKING MATTER BESIDES THE FACTION I WENT WITH TO MAKE THE INSTITUTE GO BOOM????#What in the HELL?????#I have literally NEVER been more underwhelmed with an ending in my LIFE.#At least 3 showed slides for A COUPLE things I did!!!!!!!!#Hell! When fucking Dragon Age Inquisition managed to make their vanilla pre-dlc'ed ending feel better than yours that is a PROBLEM #because that is the SECOND worst ending to a game I've ever played #& I know I said Mike took the parts to the Minutemen but I couldn't convince myself doing that made sense #the railroad and brotherhood both make sense. they have people who can figure those parts out! The minutemen... do not #I'm so MAD I put HOURS into this game 😭😭😭 I love the Fallout series SO MUCH why is ANY level of compotent storytelling #ASKING TOO MUCH???? 😭#almost 10 years late to the party but. MAN. Like the rest of the game is DECENT!!! it has flaws of course every thing ever made does #but I had SOME fun!! But like.... Bethany.... Miss Bethany Esda an ending that feels GOOD is a VERY important part of games PERIOD #YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT #kat plays FO4 #fallout #FO4 #with all this said yes I AM immediately starting again to play a F SS and make her more chaotic and mean. Mikey was my standard #agressively paragon good wholesome cinnamonbun run. Next character? Oh man she will cause problems ON PURPOSE

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plisuu · 1 year

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Made some refs for Connor - I don’t know how any of y’all fully line and render these things hahaha

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #connor trevelyan #my art #i do love outfit drawing #but i hate armor #i'll get to the pre/post-trespasser stuff eventually #he's such a brick of a man #built like a linebacker

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blightead · 3 months

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❝ isabela was right, ❞ willa isn't looking at him, by design, but at the roof of the ship's hold. she had come to kirkwall much the same way as merrill, years ago. a cargo hold stuffed full of refugees. this one just contained she and varric and smelled considerably better, but she felt a mite queasier. she lowered her eyes to look at the templar lurking in corner, concentrating on keeping her docile. no doubt he was the cause. at least it meant she didn't have to bother coming up with excuses for not eating what was offered. she tries for a smile at him. ❝ it's better on deck. ❞

@dracaeons, for varric.

#disordered eating tw #VERSE: PRE-INQUISITION.#kind of?#dracaeons #IC.#WILLA HAWKE.

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just1gnome · 27 days

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HES JUST A BOY.

that tiktok trend thats been going around but its my sweet boy dimitri hawke

#he cut his hair pre inquisition but it grew back in the fade. also the scars.#i just want him to be safe #dragon age #dragon age 2 #hawke da2 #hawke dragon age #mhawke #da2 #da2 fanart #my art

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theluckywizard · 10 months

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WIPPIE WEDNESDAY

Just working on a little possible AU/possible HC one shot piece with my Inquisitor Rose and my Hawke.

The dream I’d formulated with Solas was a prison of my own making, meant to keep things out more than keep me inside. The intense clarity that the anchor gave my dreams had always been tolerable– at least until Hawke stayed behind in the Fade. I could only live through so many iterations of watching the man I love get impaled and crushed by the Nightmare. So many dreams replaying the moment I left him behind. Listening to Hawke tell me in a dozen different ways that I’d abandoned and betrayed him. Watching him end his own life out of hopelessness. In my grief and desperation I begged Solas to teach me some manner of control. My subconscious had become dangerous and I needed to master it. So he and I crafted a dream I could safely retreat to each night, the prison keeping me safe from such intrusions. He’d asked me to choose a familiar place, where each detail was etched deeply in my memory. He had me choose activities to pursue within the safety of the setting, something to pass the time until I returned to consciousness, where my darkest thoughts were under stricter control. I’ve dreamt of my quarters at home at the estate hundreds of times. It’s my refuge. Jigsaw puzzles and knitting. Playing my lute in my pillows piled high by the window. It gives a sense of peace I could never hope to find in Skyhold, where I’m haunted by ghosts of my decisions and the cost of war. Haunted by memories of Hawke. The wards Solas taught me to set keep all of that out. I pick at my lute, singing a tune in Antivan as rain rolls in from the Waking Sea and washes down my window. My voice is always sweet in my dreams, never needing warming up or clearing. My velvet pillows hug me while I lounge back into them. Everything is in its right place. But there’s something strange across my room. Something that doesn’t belong. On the center of my bed is a yellow cactus flower. My lute slips and clatters in a twang of strings on the floor as I’m assaulted by the memories, how a yellow bloom would grace my cot each evening in the Western Approach. I stand and approach the flower with the caution its alien nature merits. “Maker’s breath,” I mutter, crawling onto the bed and picking it up. I spin the fragile bloom against my nose, the petals like satin, the fragrance familiar, flooding my chest with warmth. If I’m losing my grip on my recurring dream, at the very least this is a welcome intrusion. But I check the wards to make sure I’ve activated them properly before slipping into the safety of my dream. The wards are live. I examine the flower, brushing it over my lips, attempting to divine meaning from it. It’s a fond memory of a different time, of a great love I didn’t understand or appreciate. But the warmth gives way to torment, as considering the flower cleaves my heart, the grief falling like a greataxe as I recall how I’d failed to tell him how deeply I’d felt before being scooped around the waist by Alistair and flung back through the rift. And then I wake myself, because Maker, I can’t do this all over again.

Tagging @bluewren, @nirikeehan, @rosella-writes, @warpedlegacy, @kiastirling-fanfic, @ar-lath-ma-cully, @anneapocalypse, @effelants, @plisuu, @breninarthur, @crackinglamb, @ir0n-angel and anyone else who wants to share their works in progress art or writing!

#dragon age fanfiction #dragon age inquisition #rose trevelyan #hawke x trevelyan #hawquisitor #post corypheus pre trespasser #breaking into dreams #dragon age #garrett hawke #warrior!hawke #purple hawke #blue-purple hawke

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canyouhearthelight · 11 months

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Future Project

Prologue: Discovery

Year: 2157 CE (Standard Terran Calendar) Location: Von Colony

Derek had been agitated from some discovery in the “global archives” buried deep. Whatever it was must have been awful - or better have been to be worth getting out of bed this early.

But no one, nothing, could have prepared Sophia for what she saw. Arthur was already there. So was Alice. “I thought it was a myth.”

“No. He was…that kind of person definitely leaves a memoir. I believed it when I heard about it. But…this…I never thought I’d be looking at it.”

“What am I looking at?”

“The Nihilus Testament. The manifesto of Nils Andover and his Inner Circle.”

Year: 328 AC (Gaianist Calendar) During the Surge (Almost 200 years later)

Location: Nihilon Camp Ruin, Frostreach, 27 Kilometers from Seattle.

Pike could barely believe the artifact he held. Bound in laminated pages, still effective, legible after all these years. Vile, the lamination. Poisonous. But it had maintained an artifact from the old world, one he had scarcely believed existed. One that…

Year: 352 AC

Location: Arcata, Archives

Tyler looked at the item they had been handed by River. “This is…”

“Recovered by Pike during the mop up after the surge. It’s…the only known copy.”

Tyler looked at it, and then identified the seal on it, and felt sick, as though the pages had been made of human skin rather than laminated paper. “This is…his. Nils Andover’s.” “Or from his first Disciples, yeah. We could read it. Learn what…makes someone like that. We’re supposed to learn, not just bury.”

Reed took a breath.

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The first chapter had revealed the worst horror they could have imagined.

Nils Andover, the False Messiah, Accelerationist Demon of the Old World, Nihilus Rex…

As a young man, he hadn’t been that different from any of them. Just in a world that bred monsters.

Knowing what he’d become just made it that much worse.

Nihilus Rex

From the beginning, you know the End.

#nihilus rex #the miys #arcadian inquisition #pre apocalypse.

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fancytrinkets · 10 months

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Dread

Trevelyan falls down stairs. A tiny, short Inquisitor-focused fanfic, written while I wait impatiently for Dreadwolf.

With his tunic half-open, Trevelyan was attempting to tie his laces and button his buttons as he raced downstairs. The coordination required was considerable, but every step of Skyhold was so familiar. He was certain he could do this with his eyes shut.

Overconfidence.

That was always the problem.

He made an ill-considered push to speed his progress, skipping several risers at the end. His boots lost purchase, his balance failed, and the floor rose up to hit him in the face.

Trevelyan sprawled out, groaning in pain on the cold flagstones. When the door to the stairwell opened, Josephine's gorgeous blue-trimmed shoes appeared at eye level. They were framed by the light, gleaming like a sacred artifact, like the holy shoes of Andraste herself.

That wasn't a thing. But the ache in his head made it hard to think otherwise. Why not sacred shoes, after all? Less grim than ashes, and all of it nonsense, most likely. He'd never been much good at faith, despite the title they'd given him.

"Inquisitor!"

Yes, that was it. Inquisitor Trevelyan, the Not Very Pious.

"Josie..." He tried to reply, but the words wouldn't come.

"How could you!?" Josephine sounded alarmed to see him, but also angry.

And that made sense. Just yesterday she'd reminded him about his important meeting with the Council of Heralds — a meeting he was about to be late for, hence all the racing downstairs. Her warning from yesterday came back to him, echoing loudly in his head — most likely because she was repeating it word for word.

"Have you forgotten what I told you? 'Do not be late. Your guests will take insult.' And so they have!"

"Oh, fuck," he said, but the words sounded strange on his tongue, garbled and thick. A tooth had come loose, and the salt metal taste of blood filled his mouth.

"You've ruined everything!" Josephine's voice grew shrill and angry. "You always do!"

Instead of helping him to his feet, she slammed the door shut. And his face hurt, yes, but the shame he felt was so much worse.

It all seemed so real — until the moment when everything stopped.

Trevelyan woke, his mouth dry and open. The pillow was wet beneath him, which meant he'd been drooling in his sleep. He was lying in the quiet darkness in a comfortable bed. The windows were open. He could hear the birds, and smell the salt air. It was almost dawn in Qarinus, and his husband Dorian lay sleeping beside him.

Several years had passed since anyone had called him Inquisitor. But the dreams were relentless lately, and they were all so cruel, filled with imagined episodes of his own incompetence. It almost felt as if the Fade had turned against him. And he wondered what, if anything, the new group of heroes and upstarts would be able to accomplish.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #inquisitor trevelyan #male Trevelyan #dorian/inquisitor #post trespasser #pre dreadwolf

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bumblerhizal-art · 2 years

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"Herald, meet Renan. We've been working together for some years now. I reached out to him personally for his skill with codebreaking."

(they r gossiping)

Playing into the HoF at Skyhold AU wherein Novhen Tabris joined the Inquisition sometime before the attack on Haven in disguise as some elf named Renan. He's recently returned back from his own quest, and Leliana is still helping shield him from Cassandra

The Wardens are in a tricky situation at the moment with the false Calling, and the Orlesian branch's aggressions are not making things any easier. Vigil's Keep is tightly restricting communications for their own safety. Joining the Inquisition under a pseudonym gives a way for him to closely monitor both the Breach situation and any updates on the Orlesian Wardens without risking Cass putting him in charge

He’ll be revealing his true identity same time as Hawke shortly after Cadash is made Inquisitor, so Leliana and Varric can have their lies exposed to Cass back-to-back

#dragon age #novhen tabris #leliana #he’s already starting to gray by inquisition 😭#his da went gray relatively young and with his stress levels so will he!#also he is a genuinely good codebreaker so it works out #in my extended timeline a lot of his time with duncan pre-blight is spent learning decryption and wardens ciphers

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unsoundnovel · 6 months

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card of keys. sender picks a lock to help the receiver escape. //for iron bull~

"You're embarrassing me in front of my men," The Bull tuts, voice rough as it is warm, a secondhand worn leather belt around the waist with pock marks from age and use, inviting even as he admonishes her and them both. And yet he leans his forehead gentle, near reverent against the bars of the cage anyway, idly watches her fingers twirl and poke the lockpick into the key. They almost blur, how many fingers does she have, a dark orange nickelodeon in the light, five cents for five little moving pictures layered on top of each other, swirling. Five, four, seven, nine, ten? What a shitty spy The Iron Bull makes. His people weep, he smiles deeper and drunker, grey cheeks creasing further still, both a cat and curdled cream at the thought.

The bars are moist with dew and sweat and cool to the touch against the low, damp heat of the torches on the wall. It was a beautiful, raucous summer night, when they were all arrested for indecency. He can still hear the crickets, still hear the echoes of the Whistle’s music and stomping boots and his own loud crooning in wicked foreign tongues in the insects' loud leg violining calling them outside. Bull's chest is soft and relaxed as he slouches forward. His skin only pricks awake when he gently hefts his whole weight in her direction, his perpetual lazy swagger. It's a gesture that shows more exhaustion than he feels. But he always feels tired. He's not half the man he used to be, anymore.

"We had a plan, you know."

Drunken Chargers peek open an eye from under or over their arms on the ground. Some have formed a neat, ritual-sacrifice circle star of heads on thighs or ale-round stomachs. Others just slump back, dead to the world as they snore and slurp wet drool spittle down flushed cheeks, backs against the wall, feet splayed in front, heads somewhere vaguely in the messy dreamland in between.

"Cell's cheaper than an inn. Some of em smell better, too."

Bull scratches the tip of his horn against the metal bars like an antler against tree bark, a blade against whetstone, his eye flickering over to the real target, here, a Tal-Vashoth "mercenary" who knows too much.

The young man, no more than twenty, with big, soft, wet eyes, and scarred and mangled flesh around his broken horn nubs, looks at him, wide-eyed with fear, his top-skinny arms around his trembling knees, shaking, the silent hiccups down the streak of tears making him seem to jolt and reverb like popcorn popped. He pissed himself hours ago, and he reeks of that and anxiety sweat. Of course, that smell could just be one of The Chargers. They could all use a good bath after all this.

When the kid blinks, its like flinching, like he's slapping himself to stay awake, and the tears just keep flowing, silent wave after silent wave that could make the ocean jealous in their grey eternity. Bull wonders if the kid wants to be dead. Bull wonders if he wants to kill him. But that's a story for the morning.

The Bull sticks a finger out between the bars. He hasn't decided if he wants to leave yet. This makes their plan a little messy. It'd be easier just to tell her to leave, that they planned to leave on their own time after….

His finger puckers towards the boy, a sour lemon squeeze. "You gonna help my little buddy out, too?" He grins at him.

The kid gasps and kicks himself, squirming, crawling to the back of the cell.

There is…. Probably more afoot here than the ex-warden commander knows.

Things just got a lot more complicated for them both.

#dwylafn #this is pre inquisition teehees #::tibby cw #::da cw

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nebulousmistress · 2 months

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Chapter 5: la Famille de Ghislain

And we have our first assassination attempt against Inquisitor Trevelyan!

After Lady Vivienne was allowed to leave the Inquisition with her life, with her reputation in tatters, reliant upon the charity of her dead lover's son... This is the first volley in what she hopes will be her grand coup.

And the Inquisition's answer.

Inspired by the Bradford Sweets Poisoning and also by my own nuclear reactor of a metabolism when it comes to substances, poisons, sedatives, pain killers, and Fun Things. Though while I have never had a hangover of any type, I had to give the Inquisitor some form of next day regrets otherwise it would be too unbelievable.

#fanfiction #whatever i'm going to end up naming my da world state #post game #pre trespasser #gifts to the inquisition #worldbuilding #poisoning

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ohmypawsandwhiskers · 2 years

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