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Wicked hearts and wicked eyes

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AO3: KnightDawn

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I love auto-selecting camp supplies, it’s too funny

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— Nikita Gill

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solas and felassan commission for @evilbunnyking, thank you!

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Heyyyy what's up I have MORE

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If absorbing the LDB’s soul was supposed to make Miraak strong enough to break free from Apocrypha, then shouldn’t absorbing Miraak’s soul have done the same for the LDB? 

Realistically, Miraak and the LDB are BOTH extremely powerful and dangerous, but it’s pretty clear that Miraak would likely still be stronger, even if he loses. So if the LDB absorbs his soul, shouldn’t that be an INSANE power boost?? If the strength of both their souls combined is enough to literally transcend the boundaries of Apocrypha, then wouldn’t the Dragonborn straight up become one of the most powerful beings alive??? Like shit. I don’t think we give the Dragonborn enough credit for how god-like they can become. 

I believe reaping souls and shit benefits them magically and physically. The more souls they absorb, the easier it is to learn magic, and the more potent it becomes. After slaying hundreds, if not thousands of dragons, they’re able to push their mortal bodies far beyond the limits of any normal man or mer. They start to stop aging. The strength of their Thu’um grows to the point where unrelenting force can level entire buildings and cause earthquakes. They’re able to freeze entire legions of soldiers solid with ice form, and they can whirlwind sprint up to miles within a mere minute. They can call devastating hurricanes and blizzards upon Skyrim with storm call and straight up murder people in seconds with marked for death – just IMAGINE. 

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Sometimes I want to bring Morrigan but then I remember I play as a face-tanking rogue and I bring Wynne. Warden Cousland, Morrigan, Wynne / Dragon Age Origins (c) Bioware

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Come with me to weynon priory

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two types of smiling

to actually send the same message of love and trust

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Arkay, God of the Cycle of Life and Death

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hello everyone i just found out that every other line in cailan’s greeting conversation with the warden where he talks about your identity is marked with a VO note abt how much of a politician he’s being and how much he does not actually gaf

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That Which Endures

They converge by chance within the Crossroads, three remnants of a bygone time. Perhaps Felassan and Tiralin can guide Abelas on this strange new path?

This was originally written for the @dapolyshipping exchange a while back, I just forgot to cross-post it! The story features Felassan, Abelas, and an Ancient Elf OC (plus a small appearance by a certain spirit...)

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Finally cross-posted this one to Ao3! I'm still fond of it, even if that Tresspasser-angst still HURTS.

happy dadwc friday!! sending you 26) the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun

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This one had major Dorian x Ash vibes for me, and I HAD to use it for the Trespasser angst I was filled with after FINALLY pushing through that ordeal with Ash and friends. AAAH.

Rating: M (mature themes and language, no explicit smut)

Length: 830 words

Content Warnings: Trespasser-events are their own warning, right? (Ash believes he is dying throughout most of this fic.)

Read it on Ao3 here: (link)

The harder the rain…

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The two months Dorian spent in Tevinter felt like far too long even before he spied Ash lurking in the shadows of a veranda behind Duke Cyril de Montfort — but despite the way his heart skipped as he locked eyes with his amatus, he couldn’t shake the feeling that dark, heavy clouds were crowding in where there should have only been sun.

He’d learned of his father’s death only a few hours ago, and suddenly what should have been a happy reunion was to be cut short: a brief, bittersweet holiday, no more.

“Two months away, and this is how you greet me?” Ash asked, and despite how caught up in his own premature grief Dorian still was, he could see the cracks in Ash’s smile, feel the stiffness in his posture as they kissed.

“I missed you,” Ash breathed, and Dorian’s heart clenched up.

He couldn’t tell him, not yet.

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Not yet.

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But then Varric spilled the news instead, and Dorian found himself on the receiving end of Ash’s rare temper. “You weren’t going to tell me this? Or discuss it with me first?”

“This wasn’t how I intended to tell you,” Dorian sighed. “Frankly, I’ve been dreading this conversation, but… here it is. My father is dead. Assassinated, I believe.”

It all just spilled out after that. He couldn’t stop it, even though he could see how each word darkened the shadows in Ash’s eyes. He looked so… pained, his amatus. “I have to go back.”

“I know it was complicated, but… I’m sorry,” Ash said, using the tone he usually reserved for diplomatic meetings. Somehow, that was worse than the anger Ash had shown before.

“It still doesn’t feel real,” Dorian said. He watched Ash press his hands together, trace his fingers across the mark hidden they both knew lay hidden beneath his supple glove.

“None of this does,” Ash sighed. “So… is this it, then? For us?”

“Nonsense,” Dorian scoffed. “There will always be an us.”

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Always.

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As they fought their way through the Eluvians, though, Dorian… began to worry more. Especially when the magics in the shattered library did something that made Ash double over and yell in pain.

He’d never heard Ash make a noise like that before. Never.

But it happened again, while Dorian was eavesdropping on the talk Ash was having with his advisers… and the next thing Ash said chilled him to his very core.

“Shit! Damn it! We save Ferelden, and they’re angry! We save Orlais, and they’re angry! We close the breach twice… and now my own hand wants to kill me! Could one thing in this fucking world just… stay fixed?”

“Ash…”

“I… I thought it was fine. The mark’s been under control for years. All the demons I fought, all the rifts I closed…”

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I don’t want to die.

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“Why didn’t you say something?” Dorian found himself asking, as he followed Ash through the mirrors one last time. “I could have…”

“Vhenan,” Ash said, cutting him off. “I wouldn’t trade the years we’ve had for anything. I love you.”

"I knew you would break my heart, you bloody bastard."

The way Ash fought now was so different from his usual grace. He wasn’t even trying to avoid taking hits as he threw himself ahead of their little group — acting as a shield, staying far enough away that the flare ups from the anchor wouldn’t hurt them, too.

Too late for that, Dorian thought, fumbling his next attack as Ash screamed again and green light sparked across the ruin.

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Too late.

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There were a few horrible moments after Ash went through the final mirror where the glass went dark and no one could follow him… and even when it did let them through, finding Ash crumpled in the center of a group of petrified Qunari was no less terrifying.

Is this it? Dorian thought, kneeling down beside him. But then he heard Ash inhale sharply and groan, and relief flooded through him.

“I’m… alive,” Ash said, through clenched teeth. “Solas… took my arm, but… it still hurts.”

“Well, shit,” Varric said, which summed up what Dorian was thinking. There was hardly any blood, at least, but it was still uncanny to see what was left.

Then Ash tugged Dorian down to kiss him with a kind of desperate passion they usually shared only behind closed doors. “I’m alive,” he repeated, after, pressing their foreheads together. “We can figure out the rest, ma vhenan.”

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Ar lath ma.

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Part of the ‘later’ did involve one night in a wyvern-down bed, courtesy of Josephine’s connections. Even with the Inquisition disbanded, shadows of their influence remained.

But Dorian was just as content to wake up beside his amatus a few years later in a bed that somehow felt just as comfortable… and even more cozy, because it was Ash's home: with plenty of soft blankets, intricately carved wood, and paintings on every wall.

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…the sweeter the sun.

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Kieran, aka "Rook." (Or is it the other way around?)

I like to think they're both being cheeky with each other and trying to dodge around the fact they're related, despite that being pretty obvious to anyone with EYES.

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kieran as rook in datv like lets confront the dreadwolf with mama