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ouch 🫠

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what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak

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HOW FANDOM WOULD SEE YOU IF YOU WERE A FICTIONAL CHARACTER

Tagging: @miraabellee @mishwanders @loredrinker @coacklebee @librivore42 @gnome-cleric

Make this picrew of yourself.

Take this uquiz of 'How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character'.

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another DAI commission for @ohmyarda done a while ago! 🧡

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happy DADWC! From the touch prompts, how about "a thumb pressing down on a bottom lip" for Isathe and Solas?

Barnacle buddies. 😎 I just love me some soft Solas.

for @dadrunkwriting

T | Isathe Lavellan x Solas | 308 Words | More Fluff

Touch, a thumb pressing down on a bottom lip.

Isathe felt the soft rise and fall of Solas' chest underneath her head. It was smooth, and warm. She did not want to open her eyes, not yet anyway. The sounds of the soldiers, the scouts, the various members of the Inquisition that awaited her outside. They always had questions, and requests of her, but Solas never did. Not in the same way. There were those silent questions where she could see something flicker deep under those blue eyes that had seen so much. Though, so had hers. No, no. Isathe reminded herself not to spiral, not to think too hard about their shared history. Solas' breathing began to change, rising up from whatever jaunt in the Fade he just finished. The muscles under his skin rippled as he moved, reminding her of the incredible creations that bodies were. To feel so much, good and bad. Isathe kept her eyes shut, pretending to sleep in hopes that Solas would let her lay there a little while longer. To allow the scent of cedar, which she enjoyed, but also the scent of old books and a first frost on her tongue. She felt his body move, cradling her as he gently rolled his body so he could see her face. His hands soft against her cheeks as he peppered kisses from her temple to her eyes, and nose. His thumbs moved and ran across the outline of her lower lip. Isathe felt Solas' callouses on his fingers from so many years of existence. His thumb pressed at the center of her lip, causing her to part them as breathy exhale escaped. She slowly let her eyes flutter open as a small smirk crawled across her mouth. Solas staring at her before he kissed the corner of her mouth, she could feel him smiling against her skin, "Good morning, vhenan."

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welcome to DWC! how about "can i kiss you?” whispered like they’re afraid the moment might shatter if they speak too loud." with rook/emmrich please?

Oh this one is super sweet. 🥺 I don't get to write Lethe much, so she's not *as* fleshed out as the others, but I love a non-mage with Emmrich.

for @dadrunkwriting

G | Lethe Ingellvar x Emmrich Volkarin | 262 Words | Sad Fluff

"Can I kiss you?" Whispered like they're afraid the moment might shatter if they speak too loud.

Lethe had little concept of how much time had passed while she remained in the Fade Prison, but feeling Emmrich pull her out through a tear in the Veil, the combined look of panic, pain and relief on his face made her believe that it had been far longer than she previously thought. Emmrich himself crumpling to the ground with her wrapped up in his arms, the fingers not covered in gloves running along the skeleton shaped scars on her wrists, a silent reverence for her. She felt the mixture of leather, metal and skin on her cheeks as Emmrich's palms lifted her face so their eyes could meet. By the Maker, his hazel eyes were piercing as they scanned her for any sigh of distress, or injury. Thumbs running along the apex of her cheeks. Pressing their foreheads together, his eyes closed before he ran his nose alongside hers, his lips just barely brushing hers as he spoke. Only to her, always to her. "Can I kiss you?" If the words hadn't come out like a choked whisper against her mouth like he thought she was going to crumble in dust before him, she may have laughed at the question. Lethe's lips twitched at the edges before a single side raised into a small, crooked, smile. She was the one who close the small gap between their lips, a soft sigh escaping her the moment he returned it. No thoughts of the others around them, or where they were, whatever fight they had before Lethe was lost. Only them, always them.

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For DADWC: “them looking at you like you're not just a person, but their favorite story” for Vunlea/Cullen?

This is my first prompt for participating so doing one for Vunlea and Cullen (who I haven't written for in awhile) is extra delightful! The prompt was a bit harder than I thought, but it's nice and fluffy. 🥰

for @dadrunkwriting

G | Vunlea Lavellan x Cullen Rutherford | 395 Words | Fluffy Them looking at you like you're not just a person, but their favorite story.

A soft, delicate hand latched onto Cullen's face as he slept, his nose crinkling in confusion as the little fingers found their way around it and pulled, hard, dragging him from sleep. A soft groan came from the Templar's lips as his eyes fluttered open to the morning light. Dust motes dancing on the air, illuminated by sunlight. Between Cullen and Lea sat their daughter, Ariathra, smiling up at him as if she hadn't just tried to rip the nose hair from inside his nose to get him to wake up. As Cullen sat up in bed, his gaze flickered over to Lea who remained asleep next to him. A small line between her brow, concentrating even in sleep. A few strands of her red hair in her face, the beautiful lines of her vallaslin framing her eyes. Ari was what now, 4 years old? Cullen could not believe how long it had been since the Inquisition ended, how he had almost lost her yet again to the anchor in her hand. Cullen scooped up Ari, who let out a soft giggle as she was carried back to her own room and given something to occupy herself while Cullen returned to his bedroom, and his wife. Sitting down, the bed shifting underneath him, Lea stirred. Her voice groggy, soft protests in not wanting to rise and meet the day. A crooked smirk danced across Cullen's lips as he crawled back into bed next to her, placing small kisses along her jaw and neck, only causing the protests to increase. Whenever he looked at her, his heart felt the same as the first time he kissed her on the battlements of Skyhold. The two a nervous wreck, and by the Maker, he thought he was going to faint. Every single part of him loved her still, just as strongly as the day he married her. His mouth moved up her jaw again, and across her cheek, to the tip of her nose, and the corner of her mouth. He felt Lea begin to stir beneath him, a small quirk appearing at the edge of her lips. Once her eyes opened, Cullen cupped her face with his calloused, and scarred hands, looking into her eyes with years of softness created by the woman beneath his palms, as if she created the stars themselves, "Maker, you are beautiful."

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Oddities inspired by Dungeons and Dragons classes

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WHAT KIND OF LOVE IS YOUR OC?

Tagged By: No one, I took it. It's mine now. Tagging: @mishwanders @miraabellee @trash-begging @loredrinker @coacklebee @librivore42 @gnome-cleric

Going to do my top 3 because I can do what I want. :)

Kessia Velwood Vox Machina | Half-Eladrin Fey Wanderer

Isathe Lavellan / Aldwir Dragon Age | Elf Rift Mage / Veil Ranger

Eris Corbyn Baldur's Gate 3 | Fey'ri Gloomstalker Assassin

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the spirit is unwilling and the flesh it feels not so good also

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sorry, the Fifth Talon is currently occupied uwu

(an edit of two super super indulgent ViaRook pieces to make them a little less nsfw but they are still in fact nsfw lmao)

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What's the old Dalish curse?

May the Dread Wolf take you?

And so he did💔

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I love other writers so much because every writer I've ever met is genuinely and utterly deranged on a level only writers can achieve

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And yet I'm still here

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Had the day off, drew a wizard :>

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dragon age kiss week day 7 — celebration