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anneapocalypse · 1 year
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Right to Their Faces: Sera's Romance Quest
The Sera Series: Exploring Sera's character and background.
This one was originally going to be part of another post I have in the works, "Sera and the Inquisitor," but I realized that I had a lot to say about Sera's romance quest and it really deserved its own post.
Disclaimer: It is absolutely fine if you don't like Sera or don't like Sera's romance, don't connect with her, don't find her relatable, whatever! I'm not here to tell anyone what they can or can't like. I just want to talk about my read and my feelings on this romance quest. If you don't like Sera and are not open to positively discussing Sera, that's just fine; feel free to scroll right on by, no need to inform me in the notes.
Sera's romance quest, "A Woman Who Wants for Nothing," triggers once the Inquisitor has confirmed her romantic interest in Sera and Sera's approval is high enough. The Inquisitor is prompted to find a gift for Sera because—okay look, we really need to spend a minute on how this quest begins, because it's truly delightful.
When the Inquisitor comes to Sera's alcove, Sera runs up behind her, excited, and exclaims all in a rush, "Listen! I got you a hat, but it's ugly, so I drew Coryhe-whatzit's face on it, and stuffed it with apples. Everyone's hitting it with sticks! I really hope you like it!" and then runs away giggling.
I mean, it's pretty clear here that this is all in fun to Sera. She wanted to give her Inky something, but the hat she found was ugly, so she decided to turn it into a joke and hoped Inky would be entertained by it. It's the Inquisitor, charmingly, who decides to take this super seriously, looking after Sera and saying thoughtfully to herself, "We're giving gifts now?"
The Inquisitor then goes to all her other companions looking for help finding a gift for Sera. Practically no one has any good ideas, or any ideas at all really. I want to pause on that aspect for a moment. Why doesn't anyone (including the Inquisitor, who is actively seeing her) know what Sera would like?
I mean first of all, the clue's kind of in the name of the quest. No one can think of a gift for Sera because Sera doesn't particularly want anything. She is not very concerned with owning things. She doesn't covet fancy clothes or shoes or hats or jewelry. The Undercroft keeps the Inquisition supplied with arms and armor, so she doesn't have need of those things as gifts. She likes books, but she has Skyhold's entire library at her disposal. She likes food, a lot, and she likes cakes, and if pressed I'd say that of all the material gifts she could receive, a cake made just for her would probably go over the best, but I don't think it would be better than what we ultimately get in this quest.
Sera does like collecting various objects, and we find her catalog of these in her journal, "Sera's Cabinet of Wonder Whose It Was," but these are all mundane items: a Circle banner, a goblet, a halla statue, a deck of cards, masks stolen from the Winter Palace. Little curiosities, things she finds meaningful or strange or funny. This is a collection curated purely on Sera's whims, and it could be difficult for even someone close to her to guess what kind of object might catch her fancy in that way.
And here we have the ironic meaning of the quest title. Usually, the expression that a person "wants for nothing" means that they already have everything they could possibly want, but for Sera it takes on a different meaning. Sera "wants for nothing" because she not only lacks a life of wealth and comfort but has actively rejected it and all the baggage that came with it. Someone will probably point out here that Sera is interested in making a profit with her Red Jenny shenanigans, and she is, she says so! but what she is not concerned with is accumulating and hoarding wealth or possessions. That is a life she has very consciously rejected.
I also don't think we should ignore the role of class in the way the other Inner Circle members treat Sera, even the "nicest" ones. There's not really any getting around the fact that other characters—including characters we like—look down on Sera because she's low class. Sera is not the only elf in the Inquisition, and there are definitely characters who treat Solas poorly in various ways, but they do not treat Solas the same way they treat Sera. Sera gets the most abject disrespect both for being an elf and for being low-class, and—this part's important—for looking and sounding low-class, and being proud of it.
Cullen may have been born a commoner but he sought a respectable profession, became a templar and ascended through the ranks (however he may feel about that now) and is now the Inquisition's commander. Leliana may have been the daughter of a servant, but she became a bard and has spent her life hobnobbing with nobles and Very Important People, eventually becoming the Left Hand of the Divine. Blackwall may have been born a commoner but he is (so far as everyone knows) a decorated Warden-Constable. Vivienne may have been born to merchant parents and sent to the Circle at a young age, but she's made the most of her position and become First Enchanter of Montsimmard, then Enchanter to the Imperial Court. You see where I'm going with this. Even our common-born companions have for the most part sought to climb the social hierarchy in one way or another. They've "bettered" themselves. They have titles, if not noble ones. They're Somebody. They're Important. And many of the others are just straight up nobility. Even Varric, who carries himself like a common man, is from a well-connected Merchant Guild family as well as being a famous author; he's basically a noble who enjoys slumming it.
Not only is Sera a nobody, she patently rejects the idea of being Somebody. She operates as a Red Jenny under a mythical name who may or may not ever have been a real person. When placed in a situation where she needs to be formally introduced as Somebody, the ball at the Winter Palace, she openly mocks the entire concept and the supposed solemnity of the occasion by submitting a vulgar joke name.
I bring all of this up because this is why I think the other companions are so unhelpful. They can't imagine what Sera could possibly want because they already know she doesn't want what they want, and even the ones who do like her I think struggle to actually relate to her. They see her motives as, at best, confusing. (As does the Inquisitor in a lot of early dialogue, but that's another post for another day!) But in fact, Sera's desires are very simple. (I think Cole is the one with the best shot at actually figuring out what Sera would want, but he gets hung up on the concept of what a gift is before he can get there.)
Vivienne and Solas in particular are not just confused by Sera but actively offended and dismayed by her existence. I think it's pretty easy to see why she gets under Solas's skin so badly (though I could write reams about how interesting their relationship is and how much it reveals about Solas, but not today). Sera represents to him just how far the elves have fallen because of him, and I think he's both deeply frustrated by her and deep down feels responsible for everything that's "wrong" with her. Vivienne and Sera are also fascinating foils to one another, as both came from humble origins and both were afforded some unique opportunities given those origins—but they've taken polar opposite approaches to the problem of social hierarchy and power. And like so many Dragon Age characters who act as foils to each other, the existence of the other needles at them so badly because they challenge the foundation of their beliefs about the world and their sense of self. So it's no surprise that these two are the companions that give active disapproval when the Inquisitor reveals her relationship with Sera.
(It also makes for some absolutely wonderful humorous irony later if the Inquisitor decides to take Vivienne's clearly-sarcastic suggestion seriously, after which you get a bonus cutscene of Sera and Inky in bed together laughing over whatever it is Inky has shaved into her ladybits. Vivienne turns out to be the only one who had a good idea, and she didn't even mean it!)
The actual quantities of disapproval are frankly negligible, and easily made up elsewhere if you, the player, care deeply what Solas and Vivienne think of your character. If I'm being honest, I think they could have gone even harder with the disapproval, especially in a game like Inquisition which doesn't pull its punches with approval the way the previous games do and doesn't allow you to avoid ever taking a negative hit. But the exact number isn't the important thing here. The important thing is that without some tangible and in-your-face social cost to openly loving Sera, this quest would have no teeth.
I trust I don't have to explain that the opinions of characters (for whom said disapproval is entirely in-character) are not necessarily the opinions of the writers. It's also not indicative of the game telling you that you made a "wrong" decision. Nor is it the first time companions have disapproved of the player character's love interest—far from it. Both Origins and DA2 have some truly spicy party banter in that regard, and Inquisition keeps with tradition. Love it or hate it, companions hating each other is a time-honored Dragon Age tradition.
And in this case, the disapproval is the point. The Inquisitor is meant to receive the disapproval and decide that Sera is worth it to her. The point is that the Inquisitor cares so much for Sera that she openly declares her affections without regard for the disapproval of others, and that this kind of love and acceptance is entirely foreign to Sera's experience and the greatest gift she could ever have received. Sera says it outright: "Wait, wait, wait. You went to everyone and said I was your lover? Right to their faces? They must have… Oh, Vivienne must have puckered pinky-tight! Best gift ever."
And if you've read my other Sera Series posts, or simply spent a lot of time talking to Sera, it's no mystery why this means so much to her.
This is what this quest is all about. And to me, it's one of the most moving expressions of love in the whole game and maybe in all of the Dragon Age games. I love it so much. I get emotional re-watching it in YouTube clips. I cannot imagine being happier if the Inquisitor had just, I don't know, baked Sera a cake, or brought her a bouquet of flowers from the meadows filled with bees. This quest gets at the core of who Sera is, her sharpest hurts and deepest desires. It is deeply meaningful and it is perfect for her.
My sole complaint about this quest is that I never got to see the hat full of apples with Corypheus's face drawn on it and everyone hitting it with sticks.
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inquisitorsenchanters · 5 months
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Fell down a Sera rabbit hole today and the theories about her are incredibly cool-
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Figured out a watermark😌 don’t look at my bad proportions lol-
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kashkadavr · 1 year
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Sweet girls for @AlekMavych
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imdoingaokay · 2 years
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if you’re doing dragon age requests: dai companions reacting to an inquiz asking if they need a hug. bonus points if it’s because they (inquisitor) noticed the companion was looking sad or tired, or because they’ve just been through something difficult (say, after one of their personal quests). thank you :)
Oh my dear anon.
I been waiting for this one.
I have spent literal nights working on this bad boy and lemme tell you if you don't like it illliterallystartcryingohmygod
Anyways, here you go babe <3
Blackwall/Thom Rainer: It was strange, honestly. Being Thom Rainer again. It felt almost wrong. He was thankful for the Inquisitor, their kindness. They could’ve left him, let him pay. But they didn’t. Somehow, they even forgave him.
It made him feel, free, in a way. Not just physically, with all the chains being taken off. But there was a metaphorical weight taken off his shoulders. Just now, he felt guilty for his lies. 
“Blackw- I mean, Rainer.” A familiar voice called for him, pulling him away from the wood he worked on.
“Ah, Inquisitor-”
“Please, call me by my name.”
Rainer paused, before letting the name of the Inquisitor fall from his lips. 
“Thank you, I like my name, I’d like to keep it.” The Inquisitor smiled, and Rainer smiled back.
“It suits you.” Rainer chuckled.
“I could say the same to you, Rainer.” The Inquisitor responded, catching him off guard.
Before Rainer could respond, the Inquisitor spoke quietly, “I’ve forgiven you, you know.” 
And soon enough, Rainer was wrapped in a tight hug. And while he still felt as though he wasn’t worthy of such care and affection, he was going to make himself worthy.
But for now, he’ll be fine with the hug, wrapping his own arms around the Inquisitor.
Cassandra: It started when Cassandra snapped at the Inquisitor. She wouldn’t admit it, but she was still upset. Upset about the betrayal of her superior, upset about the death of her comrades. And she had taken it out on the Inquisitor.
She was thankful for the quiet camp that followed, and how spaced out the tents were. She didn’t know if she could face the Inquisitor just yet.
“I hope you know I’m not upset with you.” It didn’t matter if she could or couldn’t.
“Wh-Oh. I do apolog-”
“Cassandra, it’s okay. You’ve been through a lot in the past few weeks.” The Inquisitor comforted her, placing a hand on Cassandra’s back.
“I-” She had hesitated, wondering if she should pull away or stay. In her turmoil, the Inquisitor wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Cassandra turned to look at them before enveloping them in a hug.
“Thank you.” She said, and she meant it.
Cole: Cole was quiet, his thoughts had been more mixed up as of late. Sometimes he was quiet, sometimes he was loud. But he felt more at peace. It felt better to be out of limbo, but was he on the right side?
“Cole? I was looking for you, I wanted to check in.” The Inquisitor said as they climbed the tavern stairs.
“Oh, h-hello.” Cole responded, “I think I’m okay.” 
“Really? That’s good.”
“Grey, muddled, furrowing your brow… you don’t believe me.” Cole looked down, a little dejected.
“I guess it’s hard to believe you’d be doing okay after everything that had happened.” The Inquisitor frowned, “I just want you to know, I’m here. And I wanted to ask if you wanted a hug.”
Cole paused, lifting his gaze to the Inquisitor. He opened his arms and they did the same.
“Warm, protected, so small, still young? I deserved more. I must be protected.” He said, reading the mind of his Inquisitor.
“Hey… just enjoy the hug, alright?” The Inquisitor replied.
“A-Alright.”
Cullen Rutherford: Scribbling down more missives, Cullen’s head throbbed. Lyrium or no lyrium, life was not easy for the former templar. He was so entrenched in the paperwork, he didn’t notice the door slowly open.
“Cullen?” The Inquisitor asked, curious about their friend.
“Ah, Inquisitor, I apologize. I was… busy.” Cullen looked up, sighing at the heap of papers littering his desk.
“I could always get a soldier or two to help you.” The Inquisitor suggested.
“Maker, no. They never do it right, and their handwriting is awful.” Cullen sighed, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, “Regardless, is there something I can do for you?” 
“I just wanted to check in on you, after everything.” The Inquisitor asked, “I know we talked but…” 
“Me? I am fine, doing much better.” Cullen smiled at the Inquisitor’s concern, he stood up to meet the Inquisitor infront of his desk.
“Good, I need my commander in tip-top shape.” The Inquisitor playfully punched Cullen’s shoulder.
“I’ll try…” Cullen laughed gently, gazing at the paperwork he still had to do.
“Why don’t I help? I’ve done this before.” The Inquisitor smiled, Cullen hesitated, wanting to say no, that the Inquisitor deserved rest, but the offer of help was too tempting.
Luckily, he did say yes. And no less than an hour later, the pair was done with the remaining papers.
“Do you mind doing all my paperwork from now on?” Cullen asked, the Inquisitor standing up and stretching. 
“Not really, but I think you’ll mind more.” The Inquisitor joked, “But… I wanted to tell you… you work so much, I want you to know… how much I appreciate it.” The Inquisitor spoke gently.
“Oh, you don’t need to-”
“No, I need to. You deserve that much.” The Inquisitor spoke, and wrapped their arms around Cullen.
Cullen felt strange, a good type of strange. Being a templar meant… not many hugs. The last one he had gotten… was it from his family? He hadn’t seen them in ages… perhaps…
“Cullen. Stop overthinking this.” The Inquisitor ordered, and the commander quickly wrapped his arms around them.
He liked this.
Dorian Pavus: He was reading some cheesy Orlesian drama, and he heard footsteps climbing up the stairs, he had expected it to be one of the many messengers of the Inquisition, and was surprised when he saw the Inquisitor instead.
“I… I wanted to check up on you.” They said.
“What is there to check up on? I’m alive, aren’t I? Downed a few bottles of wine, but hey, don’t we all?” Dorian retorted.
“Dorian, I know you aren’t okay. I just wanted to make sure if there was anything I could do. You’re my friend. Probably one of my closest friends.” The Inquisitor responded.
“You? Friends with some devious little boy from the Imperium? My, what would Mother Giselle say?” Dorian deflected, but he was still touched by their declaration.
“Dorian.” The Inquisitor spoke sternly, causing Dorian to look up. 
“I… Thank you… I… I appreciate your friendship.” Dorian spoke, turning towards the Inquisitor.
The two looked at each other for a moment before The Inquisitor opened their arms, and wordlessly, Dorian entered the warm embrace of his friend.
Iron Bull: The tavern was full, but it still felt lonely.
He cursed himself for looking to the Inquisitor for judgment, he should’ve decided. The chargers were his men, but so was the Qunari. Had he failed them?
Iron Bull could hear approaching steps and distinctly recognized them as the Inquisitor.
“Hey, Boss.” He smiled, only to see a sad smile on the Inquisitor’s face. 
“I wanted to talk with you.” They said, and Iron Bull followed them out of the tavern.
The two rested on the Battlements, luckily, there weren’t any soldiers around to disturb the two.
“I wanted to let you know I’m here.” The Inquisitor said, “You lost someone today, lost… a part of yourself.” The Inquisitor spoke.
“Oh, you don’t need to worry about that, Boss. I’m fine.” Iron Bull smiled. But the Inquisitor saw right through that.
“Still, I’m sorry. I wanted to offer you…” The Inquisitor opened their arms, holding them out.
Iron Bull was confused for a moment, before hesitantly wrapping his arms around the Inquisitor. It was a gentle hug, one Iron Bull wasn’t entirely used to, but he felt some sort of relief when he relaxed into it.
The Qunari would eventually wage war on Ferelden and Orlais, and Iron Bull felt a sad pity in his heart for his oblivious Inquisitor.
But, he didn’t need to think of that. Not at the moment.
Josephine Montilyet: Another letter from Yvette, detailing how the family had been getting on without her. Josephine had been successful for the most part, with the assassins now off her back, she was happily able to begin rebuilding her family’s trading empire.
“You look pleased.” Josephine heard the door to her office be opened.
“Oh, yes! I cannot thank you enough for your help with the House of Repose, it is a relief knowing I won’t need to worry about assassins anymore. Of course, rebuilding the Montilyet name will be difficult, but not impossible.” She got up from her chair, smoothing her skirt before moving away from the desk. 
“I don’t think I properly thanked you, all I did was ramble about my time as a bard.” She sighed, “It must’ve sounded, odd to you.”
“Quite the opposite, Josephine, and I wanted to apologize to you if I gave you that impression.” The Inquisitor said, their hands moving to Josephine’s shoulders, “You know I care for you right? When you talk about things, it makes me happy.”
Josephine didn’t know what to say, she found herself wrapping her arms around the Inquisitor as a response. Josephine was someone who rarely found a person who wanted to hear her talk. Who wanted to hear her ramble.
The Inquisitor was that person… she liked it.
Leliana: A quiet prayer to the altar in front of her, she almost didn’t hear the Inquisitor behind her. Luckily, she’s a spymaster for a reason, so she turned to face the Inquisitor right before they have begun to speak.
“Are you okay?” They said, leaning over to get a view of the altar.
“I’m fine, you don’t need to concern yourself with my state,” Leliana responded, standing up and walking over to the railing, watching the birds flap their wings.
“You’re my advisor, I have to worry about you.” The Inquisitor crossed their arms, looking up at the birds themselves.
Leliana paused, turned to The Inquisitor, and smiled, “I suppose I’m happy that it was you who became our inquisitor. You’ve done an excellent job.” She spoke.
“I feel like you need to hear that too.” The Inquisitor said, earning a silent Leliana. Leliana turned to The Inquisitor, hesitant to continue speaking, when was the last time she had been this vulnerable? The two stared at one another before the Inquisitor opened their arms, and the two silent began to hug. The pair said nothing, the two remaining silent while they hugged, but strangely, more was communicated than they expected. Words of praise, appreciation, sorrow, and just a little bit of platonic affection.
Sera: She was working on her arrows, angrily wrapping the twine around the sharp point. A knock at her door caught her off guard. She didn’t respond, allowing her silence to be an invitation.
“Sorry for intruding.” Sera heard the Inquisitor say, closing the door behind them.
“You don’t need to be,” Sera grumbled.
“Well, I know you’re upset, I assume it’s about the-”
“Prissy pants noble arse? Yeah, I ‘ppose you could say I’m pissed.” She snapped, turning around to face her friend. Her angry look melted, and her eyes dropped from the Inquisitor’s face to the floor. 
It was silent for a while before the two spoke in unison.
“I’m sorry.” They said, only to look at each other before the two broke into a laugh.
“No, but seriously. I feel bad about how everything went…” The Inquisitor said.
“Sorry for snapping.” Sera sighed, she was surprised she was apologizing to Inky, as she had rarely apologized to anyone.
“Can I sit?” The Inquisitor asked, getting a nod in response.
“I didn’t mean for all that shite to happen, I thought sometin’ else.” Sera said, shrugging.
“It’s not your fault, you know?” The Inquisitor responded, wrapping an arm around Sera. Sera tensed up for a second, but when her friend began to pull away, worried they upset her, she pulled them back in. 
Hugging Inky was nice, she thought.
Solas: Solas mourned his friend quietly, like he did most things. He sighed as he sat in his oversized chair, watching the tea in front of him. He was angry at the world he woke up into, mad at the mages for hurting the spirits he cared for, and mad at himself for not stopping it sooner. He wondered if he should be mad at the Inquisitor too, he could’ve gotten there sooner had they hurried up-
A quick curse and he stood up, how could he blame someone else? Someone who had actively helped him? How could-
“Solas?” He heard, turning to the door that led from the great hall to his rotunda.
“Inquisitor.” Solas breathed, it was almost like the Inquisitor had read his mind.
“I apologize for intruding, I just… wanted to check on you, after everything that happened…” The Inquisitor spoke slowly, fiddling with their hands.
“Inquisitor, you don’t need to” Solas began, only to be cut off.
“Solas, I should’ve- I should’ve been faster. Maybe if we didn’t take that trail, if we didn’t get so distracted by the halla, your friend… they… they would’ve been.” 
Solas sighed if he felt bad before, but he felt worse now.
Walking over to The Inquisitor, he attempted to comfort them, but he found himself stopping short.
“I know this must be hard for you, losing a friend. I want you to know, I’m here for you.” They said, smiling at him. Solas was surprised, and before he knew it, he was wrapped up in a bear hug. 
“Thank you… my friend.” He responded.
Varric Tethras: Cleaning Bianca should be like therapy, but it felt like torture at the moment. He was angry, hurt, and betrayed, it felt like the world was crashing on his shoulders. He kept asking himself about Bianca, the “real” Bianca. Why did he keep going back to her? Why did she keep coming back to him? Why does Red Lyrium keep coming into his life? 
“Hey, Varric, you okay? You’ve been scrubbing that spot for an hour at least.” Varric heard a familiar voice behind him.
“Uh, yeah, I’m fine.” He said, quickly moving to another spot on Bianca.
“Normally, you’re a good liar.” He heard the Inquisitor laugh. Varric chuckled a little in response, turning to his friend.
“I guess I’m off today.” He shrugged.
“You’ve been off ever since-” The Inquisitor stopped themselves, “Varric, do you need a hug?” 
Varric paused, he had to think about it for a bit, but he found himself nodding. 
He wished in Inquisitor knew how strange they were, how they seemed untouchable but down-to-earth. They were a rare breed. 
But he stopped his thoughts, stilling the words in his mind for just a moment while he held and was held by his friend.
Vivienne: A response from Bastien’s son; “Thank you” was the most straightforward summary. There were flowery words, but Vivienne knew what Laurent had meant. 
“You look upset.” Vivienne heard behind her, and her gaze lifted from the paper to the balcony in front of her. She plastered a smile and waved her hand as if she were batting away whatever negativity hung around her.
“Oh of course not. I’m perfectly fine, darling.” She had begun, turning around to face the Inquisitor. But, the second she locked eyes with them, she faltered. 
“I’m sorry. I… I wish I could’ve done more for him.” The Inquisitor began.
“There’s no need to say such things,” Vivienne responded.
“Then… maybe I could just…” The Inquisitor sighed before taking a step closer to her, holding their arms out. Vivienne was taken aback, she couldn’t recall the last time she hugged or was hugged. She chalked it up to her pitying the Inquisitor for their soft heart. But as the Inquisitor wrapped their arms around her, Vivienne did the same. She melted into the embrace, having forgotten the feeling of safety.
She wouldn’t mind it happening again, but she would never ask for it again.
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oxalees · 10 months
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A very big catch 🗡️
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laefreth · 1 year
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Sooooo as my first post here I want to share some of my Dragon Age art. DA: Inquisition was my first game of the series so it has a special place in my heart and gets the most attention in my art.
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May I enthuse anyone into reading my dragon age fan-fiction staring a former, now 'possessed', Saarebas. My Tal-Vashoth Inky and some more? It will be queer and messy and probably long? Very long? Cus I take the canon and will run with it.
Short excerpt:
""As the sun set, the green vortex in the sky flickering out with a resounding thud, she rose from the snow covered ground. Dusting off her attire, she mindlessly touched her bare throat, serving as a reminder of her newfound freedom. Of no longer being bound. The weight of the metal collar and shackles long gone, never to be returned.
Never to be bound again.."
(I seriously appreciate everyone taking out some time to read this and scream at me in the comments. Tell me what you liked or what broke immersion for you. But no pressure though)
For anyone interested here is the link:
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theluckywizard · 1 year
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In the Shattering of Things, Ch. 29: The Last Night
A Dragon Age: Inquisition longfic featuring Rose Trevelyan x Cullen with a side helping of x Garrett Hawke.
It's time to head to the blow out party that Varric and Josephine have put together for Rose on the last night before the Breach. With Dorian, Bull, Sera, Blackwall, Cassandra and a tavern full of sloppy revelers, there's plenty of opportunity for mischief.
.....“So, Freckles. When you survive this thing, what’s the first thing you’re going to do?” asks Varric with a nudge. My mind automatically fixes upon Cullen, a flash of fantasy flitting through my mind as it often does. First a ridiculous, impossible image of him in the temple ruins disregarding the eyes of hundreds of onlookers to cradle my exhausted body in his arms for a grateful kiss. Then I imagine marching into his tent, yanking him across his desk by the scruff of his mantle and boldly planting one on him as an alternative. And then I imagine…
“Well?” presses Varric impatiently when I’ve been lost in my futile reverie for more than a moment. The ferocity of the blush in my cheeks has Varric looking at me in some amusement. “Oh, did I interrupt a darling little daydream?” My glare forces his hands into the air in surrender. “I still expect an answer.” Varric compels me to seriously consider my survival.
“Wash the funk of all that magic off me in a hot bath,” I offer. He snorts and casts me a knowing look. 
“I’d rather hear about whatever that first thought was that made you blush so suddenly. Guarantee it’s spicier,” says Varric.
“I’m sure you would,” I reply, drinking deeply, hiding my cheeks behind the oversized tankard.
“We could play a little guessing game. I could rattle off likely candidates until your face lights up,” he continues with a puckish twist of his lips, taking a drink himself. “I doubt it would take long. Two guesses maybe. One if I’m right.”
“Varric, I swear I will walk right out of here,” I promise. And yet a quid pro quo is in order. “I’ll tell you what, you tell me all about the deep pining you do all day long for a certain unnamed woman and I’ll tell you what you want to know.” He gives me a flat look and the subject drops like a hot potato. Sera arrives with a platter of handpies for the table, declaring that she’d helped Flissa bake and assemble all one hundred or so and that we’d better bloody well appreciate it or else. An intensive discussion ensues about what she could mean by or else...... Read More on A03
Tagging DAFF Crew!
@warpedlegacy, @rakshadow, @rosella-writes, @effelants, @bluewren, @breninarthur, @ar-lath-ma-cully, @dreadfutures, @ir0n-angel, @inquisimer, @crackinglamb, @nirikeehan , @oxygenforthewicked
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narrettwist · 11 months
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Cassandra: In theory the Seekers are there to keep an eye on the Templars and keep them on a leash if need be.
Michi looking over at Cullen: What do you know, I'm a Seeker.
Cassandra: Inquisitor, you are a mage. It would be impossible for you to become... That is not what you meant.
Sera and Dorian laughing their assess off.
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they r MARRIED and have matching dresses bc I messed my mods up, oh well lmao
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anneapocalypse · 1 year
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Anne's Dragon Age Femslash!
Happy Femslash February! Have a list of all the F/F fics I've written for Dragon Age so far. Listed from shortest to longest. Ratings are noted here; please check AO3 tags for full list of warnings/content notes.
Herald's Rest. Female Trevelyan/Sera, 370 words, rated M. The Inquisitor finds a respite.
In Darkness Enveloped. Cassandra/Leliana, 1800 words, rated E. The Conclave is destroyed. The Divine is dead. The Left Hand and Right Hand are at odds, and at loose ends. It's the worst of times. It's certainly the worst possible time for this.
What We Can Do Together. Shianni/Briala, 2000 words, rated T. Briala has never called her away from Denerim before, so Shianni can only assume this is important.
Gifts of the Hunt. Female Mahariel/Morrigan, 13000 words, rated M. Lyna Mahariel follows Morrigan through the eluvian, leaving behind her life with the Wardens and with her Dalish clan. With only each other, Morrigan's child, and the magic of a long-forgotten past, what kind of future will the two of them have together?
No Woman Rules Alone. Anora Mac Tir/Female Tabris, 34000 words, rated E. Warden Tabris convinced Anora and Alistair to marry for the good of Ferelden, to unite the lands against the darkspawn. They have settled into a functional partnership and even friendship, but there is no love between them and they both know it. Over time, Anora finds that it is the Warden-Commander and Arl of Amaranthine who has won not only her respect, but her heart.
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broodwolf221 · 4 months
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dadwc prompts and info
general info:
no character death
i prefer romantic or platonic
pls specify prompt list ur using
ot3/poly prompts welcome
general prompts:
rare/unusual words (mine, but feel rb/use it yourself!)
sentences
micro story (please send the word/phrase)
medieval/fantasy sentences
deep conversations
people who aren't used to kindness
quote prompts:
as said by cassandra pentaghast
as said by dorian pavus
as said by solas
as said by merrill
fluff/romance/smut prompts:
fluff
50 types of kisses
sleeping
cuddles and snuggles
smutfic (please send word/phrase)
angst/whump prompts:
what are you hiding from me?
eerie loneliness
heavy content (mine, but feel free to rb/use it yourself!)
patching up wounds
other prompts:
oc codex
fantasy setting
characters:
dai - solas | varric | cassandra | sera | dorian | the iron bull | cole | leliana | morrigan | cullen | josephine | calpernia | flemythal
da2 - anders(justice) | fenris | merrill
dao - leliana | morrigan
arlathan - mythal | andruil | ghilan'nain
relationships:
solas x (nessa | velari | atros | valyris | varric | cassandra | cullen | bull | dorian | calpernia | mythal* | andruil* | ghilan'nain*)
anders x fenris
morrigan x (halcor | leliana)
sera x (delwyn | dagna)
ghilan'nain x andruil*
*messy/complicated ships, might end up in dead dove territory
major ocs:
nessa lavellan (f!rogue, solas)
velari lavellan (f!mage, solas)
atros shiral (m!rogue; city elf!inquisitor, solas)
delwyn lavellan (f!rogue, sera)
valyris lavellan (f!mage, solas)
developing ocs:
feydis lavellan (m!mage, ? maybe dorian)
yene adaar (f!mage, solas)
dimitra (non-inky, f!mage(/templar), cullen)
halcor brosca (m!rogue warden, morrigan then nathaniel)
less developed ocs:
yene adaar (female; mage; solas) yene is a driven vashoth who doesn't want anything to do with any of this, thank you very much. spends the early game looking for a way out but eventually realizes that because of the anchor, she's stuck here, at which point she starts making friends. planned solasmance bc i'm... immensely predictable. also he grows on her. this weird little elf guy who's obsessed with the fade and she's like. hm. i am charmed by the way u wax poetic about ur special interests.
halcor brosca (male; rogue; morrigan, then nathaniel) my canon warden, and someone i haven't written in many years but have been thinking about again recently. very rough around the edges, blunt, practical. has a terrible habit of diving headfirst into danger. he's enamored of magic and trust(ed?) morrigan 100% on everything magical - he also performed the ritual with her, so kieran is his son, although he never met him. afterwards during awakening canon he ended up with nathaniel - a surprise, especially since he didn't even know he was into men as well, but late nights talking around the fire slowly became more.
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labhra-setablaze · 6 years
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Inquisitor/Sera, Female Lavellan/Sera, Female Mage Lavellan/Sera, Minor Iron Bull/Dorian Pavus - Relationship Characters: Sera (Dragon Age), Female Lavellan, Female Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Dorian Pavus, Iron Bull Additional Tags: Hanahaki Disease, Happy Ending, mentions of blood and injury, tagging just in case, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Friendship Summary:
Sera's seen the flower stuff before, back in Denerim, and rightly wants nothing to do with it. There's no need to get the mushy stuff mixed up in the fun, because unrequited love sounds as pointless and as crud as Sera's cookies. But just like Lavellan's terrible taste in wine and Sera's skills in baking, the rogue finds out that some things aren't so easily avoidable.
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mrssgreenleaf · 2 years
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varric: would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold?
hawke: sure, you stab me, my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house.
inquisitor: and if you stab me too, we’ll have 20 million.
sera: i’m in.
solas: ...
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I finished trespasser a day or two ago and while i love the little marriage scene let my beefcake of a woman wear a DRESS bioware you COWARDS
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hexporpora · 3 years
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MEDAL. ----> Next Page . First page of my Dragon Age Fan-comic! . We have accumulated a fair amount of donations on the goal I posted and pinned on my Page, so I decided to start drawing a few pages. That’s my thank you to you, guys! Really hope you’ll enjoy that! Please, if you want to speed up the publication of the pages do leave a like and reblog! And, hey! Take a look at the goal! C; Even a few coins help a lot!
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