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My Rook and Davrin!!!!!

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BioWare when I get you for this

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Meanwhile, Emmrich is trying to figure out how to scale the library walls in order to access the floating bookshelves.

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“They’re beautiful, much like you…”

Shout out to my favourite couple of all time, may you be in a healthy couple like theirs

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It's WIP Wednesday already!

Guys, I saw you tagging me everywhere and I appreciate it, but truth is I don't have anything for ruesday or the word with friends... T_T But I have this :D

New comic on its way, hopefully tomorrow, for the Rook&partner's asks!

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Bellara Week Day 6: Serial

Had another little idea I wanted to get out for Bel Week over at @datvcompanionweeks!

Bellara asks Davrin for a favor. Snippet below the cut

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"Hey Davrin?"

"Hmm?" Davrin looked up from his whittling. "Yeah, Bellara?"

Bellara was seated on the couch across from him in the Lighthouse library, wringing her hands nervously. "If…I had some questions about monster behaviors, would you be willing to answer them?"

Davrin sat back in his chair, fully relaxed. "You planning to go on a hunt?" He teased.

"N-No-" Bellara protested, frowning when she saw the grin on his face. "I just…want to make sure my information is accurate!"

His brow furrowed. "What information? What is this for?"

The responding silence stretched for a few long seconds before he caught her barely-mumbled answer.

"….yserial."

"What was that?"

"It's for my serial!" She blurted. "My heroes have to fight off a forest of monsters to rescue one of their teammates and I want to make sure the monster behavior makes sense!"

Davrin sat for a second, surprised by her outburst, before he chuckled warmly. "You could have just said so. I'm always happy to make sure monster behavior makes sense."

"Really? Thank you Davrin!" Bellara's eyes shone with appreciation as she pulled her notebook from seemingly nowhere. "Ok, so to start, I was trying to figure out if a varterral would be too much in a forest with other monsters…"

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In my mind's eye he brings her back to his room so he can start showing her his carvings and explains monster anatomy to her so she can describe their movements accurately. They do this for hours. It's way more than she needed to know but her monster fights are going to be SO GOOD guys.

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Danger

or a ficlet for the prompt Serial for day 6 of Bellara Week 2025 @datvcompanionweeks

And little did the detective know, Raven had made a vow to himself to never love again. He looked at her wistfully as she approached him, hips swaying and smile on her face, pulling out a cigarette.

“Let me light that for you.” In a voice that would make any woman swoon.

Any woman, but a hard-bitten detective it seemed. She leaned forward and with a wave of his hand it was aglow, letting her take a deep drag.

“Thank you Danger. Now, what did you need from me?”

He gazed at her, amber eyes full of painful yearning. “Someone who can help me defeat the gods. I need a team.”

She put a hand on his shoulder. “How does a detective help you defeat the gods?”

“Not just any detective. You. I need you. You’re the best.”

Neve glanced up at Bellara, who was fidgeting on her caught, impatient for a verdict. She felt a well of fondness for the other woman.

“You’re romanticizing us again.”

“I changed the names!”

Neve laughed and continued reading.

“You need me huh?” Her voice dropped. “Just for my skills?”

Raven pulled away abruptly, his brooding façade about to crack. “You don’t understand Nevada. We can’t be together like that. I’m too focused on my duty to the world.”

“What about your duty your h-”

The door burst open. “BELL-”

Rook stopped when he saw Neve, smile on her face deepening. He held up the serial, pointing it at Bellara who ran to Neve, hiding behind her.

“’Brooding façade’? Really?!”

“I think it’s sweet.” Neve chuckled. “Maybe I will start calling you Danger.”

Rook stopped, glared at both of them, then turned around stomped back out. Bellara was giggling, hiding her face in Neve’s shoulder as Neve joined her.

“Wait let me tell you about our first kiss. That will really set him off.”

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Bellara Lutare | Serials

A short Bellara drabble for our darling girl <3

Summary: Bellara allows Rook to read her work. Unfortunately, the her inspiration is a little more than obvious…

Belinda had admittedly been increasingly distracted by the professor as of late. Something about his hands, she thought, as she watched him draw one of his elegant, adorned fingers across the board—undoubtedly highlighting something important. But Belinda was busy studying the delicate curve of his waist when her name cut through the haze.

"Miss Lanariel?" he prompted a second time, and her eyes flicked up to his face.

The room was silent except for the thundering of her heart in her own ears.

He'd just asked her a question, and she wanted desperately to give the answer, if only to hear the praise that usually accompanied the right one. Instead, her mouth fell helplessly open, accompanied by no words at all.

She gaped soundlessly for a moment before his expression melted into disappointment that she felt somewhere low in her stomach. Belinda is usually a star student, top of every class—except this one.

"Miss Lanariel," he tutted, "Daydreaming again?"

Snickers erupted around the room, and Belinda felt her face flame brightly.

"I—" she squeaked, unable to find her voice under that unusually stern gaze. Her cheeks burned impossibly hotter.

The professor's eyebrows flicked up at that, lips pressing together in disapproval, "I see." he studied her a moment longer—she would ahve sworn his eyes dropped to her chest, undoubtedly just as bright pink as her face—before he said, "See me after class."

Belinda swallowed, hands starting to tremble. She isn't the kind of student to be seen after class—especially not for any kind of discipline. When class ends, the other students meandered out of the room in the usual flurry of papers being gathered, books being tucked into bags and the sound of wood scraping over flagstones. Belinda remained in her seat longer than the rest, heart beating so fast in her chest she was certain she'd pass out before she made it to his desk.

But a shaking hand tucked her things into her bag before she shouldered it, reaching for some sort of resolve and finding none. It only became harder, ever step toward his desk. He'd taken up his spectacles, studying some paper or another, quill twisting between his elegant fingers. Belinda found herself incapable of looking at anything else on her approach.

Professor Emmett Voltaire was always dangerously dapper—but that day there was something special about the chain dangling about his waist, an unusually unruly tendril falling over his forehead from his usually well-kept gray hair.

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Bellara gnaws nervously at her lower lip, peering at her own notebook over Rook's shoulder. It's a good thing to do, as she understands, getting someone else to read her work—but why does it feel like her heart is about to come out her mouth? The whole point of writing this would be to try and publish it..maybe. It it was good enough. Which Bellara isn't sure it is. It still needs a lot of work—which she told Rook. Not that Rook has given her much choice. She'd walked in while Bellara was puzzling out something else about the piece and insisted on reading.

Rook had quickly become enveloped with the writing—which is somehow both exciting and nerve-wracking. Exciting because that almost certainly meant she was enjoying it—which was good! And nerve-wracking because Rook has been silent as long as she's sat there, brow furrowed with interest. Until finally—

"Bellara!" Rook exclaims, slamming a hand on the page and looking up at her with wide eyes. "Is this—"

Bellara snatches the notebook right out of the other woman's hand, "Nevermind—"

"About Emmrich?"

"No!" Bellara protests, pressing the notebook protectively to her chest. Rook's eyebrow only arches in disbelief. Bellara immediately collapses onto her cot, using the notebook to hide her own flaming cheeks.

It isn't based on Emmrich, not really.

It's just that…the professor happens to fit perfectly into the serial stereotype.

"I may have…taken inspiration?" Bellara admits, looking up to find Rook looking at her with the kind of delight that usually denotes a great deal of trouble. "It was just an idea!"

She's tried her hand at writing several different stories now, but this one had come the easiest. The moment she thinks that, her cheeks flame brighter at the thought of what Rook would say if Bellara offered that thought aloud.

"It's good, Bell." Rook says, and this time her smile is warm—though her eyes still sparkle with mischief, "Really."

"Yeah…yes! Thank you." Bellara is blushing furiously now. She bites nervously at the inside of her lip, but Rook just waits patiently, perhaps sensing the other question Bellara had brought her here to ask. She's already read it, Bellara tells herself. "Do you think he would mind that I…"

Rook grins, "I'd think he'd be flattered. This has the potential to Rival Swords and Shields in terms of…steaminess."

"No!" Bellara insists, frantically waving her hands to dispel the compliment—though it is one. Varric Tethras may not have thought it was his best work, but to Bellara…well she'd enjoyed it immensely. To have her work compared in any way…it was good.

Her work.

It was actually good.

She's just basking in the glow of it when Rook gives a slightly nervous chuckle, "Though I might think of changing the professor's name to something other than 'Emmett Voltaire'."

"It's a place holder—"

"—And Belinda Lenariel—"

"Alright!" Bellara laughs sheepishly, "You're right—thank you, Rook."

"Any time Bellara," she promises with a sunshiney-smile that Bellara actually believes. Then, Rook's smile turns mischievous, "Have you written anything about me?"

"What?!" Bellara demands, eyes going wide. "No!"

Rook's grin only widens, "Can I see it?"

"No!" Bellara backs farther away, fingers curling protectively over her notebook. And when Rook's grin only widens, she realizes her mistake. "Not that I—" Bellara grimaces, and under the prudent and enthusiastic gaze, finally relents. "It's not finished—"

"But can I read it?" Rook asks again, and Bellara's fingers tap anxiously at the spine of the leatherbound book. Rook's eyes go wide, pleading. "Please, Bellara? I'm sure I'll love it!"

Bellara eyes Rook warily, looking for any sudden movements. When she shows none—just sitting uo on her knees, fingers curling eagerly around the back of the chair—Bellara turns, flipping the notebook open to a marked page near the back.

Her eyes scan the page—Rosalie’s eyes roll back, a breathy moan escaping her lips as Damon’s tongue lavs over her throat, fingers skimming higher on the inside of her thigh. Already Rosalie is pulled taut like a bow string and soon Damon was going to know just how tight—Bellara snaps the book closed, turning back toward Rook in one fluid movement, "No."

Unfortunately her obvious embarrassment only seems to tempt Rook further, "Maker, Bell, now I have to know—!"

"No!" Bellara insists, "Not until it's—um—finished?”

Rook runs discerning eyes over Bellara's face before nodding decidedly, "When it's finished." She agrees, "Then I can read it?"

Bellara realizes only then the trap she's fallen into. She swueezes her eyes shut a moment before agreeing.

She quickly decides to never finish that particular story.

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This.

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I love that. like. you CANNOT trust Rook with standing near a ledge. Adrenaline junkie type of behavior.

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First of all, funny.

Second of all, something I like about Bellara is how inquisitive she is. I imagine that such a question may look a bit silly on the surface level, but that's how science starts! Isn't it? And it shows how Bellara thinks about things, outside the box, so much. Who would even think of asking such a thing? Someone with the mind of a real scientist. It's a legit scientific question. Do animals perceive the Fade in the same way humanoids do? Has that ever been studied? I wonder, Bellara, I wonder.

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Sometimes they have these stories— serials.

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The Archive and the Archivist

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A landscape commission for @dreadfutures plus a little Lavellan. This was insanely challenging to make and ended up taking months to make; many hard but valuable lessons learned in the way. Endless thanks to Blue's patience and trust in this 🙌

I don't usually add the process video into the art post itself but here it goes below the cut

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early light ☀️

rook x davrin with assan commission for @/alays.version over on insta 🩵

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the way that elf fans so quickly dismissed the titans and dwarves and harding’s trauma when veilguard first came out is going to haunt me for a while i think.

the titans and ancient dwarves explicitly faced colonization, and i hate that this word is being avoided in these discussions. the evanuris goal was to take their resources (lyrium) as their own, to force them out of their religion (severing their connection to each other, a connection that was worshipped), and to make their land theirs. this history was then erased and hidden. we have known this since inquisition at least.

and maybe you hate that storyline, maybe you’ve been screaming about this since inquisition. but to deny that this is canon (especially as of veilguard) or to argue “well it was justified, and harding is just a bitch and should shut up about it, she never suffered like an elf,” it’s all getting a little too real for me. i’m sorry the dwarves are small and hairy and the elves are more your aesthetic but that doesn’t mean that you can just deny that the dwarves have suffered all throughout this franchise. their pain should be just as important to the narrative as anyone else’s.