#Alim Surana

[icescrabblerjerky]

30 Days of Dragon Age Day One: Introduce Your Warden

Here’s Alim Surana. He was not my first play through or even my sixth - he turned up in a fic I wrote about one of my Couslands and before I knew it he was my fave. Alim is one of a set of identical twins - his sister Neria stayed in the circle while Alim became the hero of Ferelden. Alim is trans, romanced Zev and became a blood mage in order to save Anders’ life. He’s lost some of his sunny disposition over the years of duty and responsibility but he’s easy going, really.

[onepagelovestories]

enjoy an assortment of various Dragon Age WIPs and concepts.

[cryptid-jack]

"You know, nice as this is, I do have a council meeting to get to." "I know─ I'm supposed to be there too, remember?" "Guess we'll be late together, then." "What are they going to do? Start the meeting without the king and his top advisor? They'll wait a few minutes." "Good point. Come around the front, then─ I want a proper hug. A kiss too, while we're at it. King's orders." "Then we'll really be late..."

(Ya'll I am just... the biggest slut for men with long hair so of course I had to try it out on Alistair! He rocks it, lets be honest 👀)

[gehayi]

I just wrote something for the first time in three years and I am crying because I have been trying to break through the block for so long and I was afraid I’d never write again.

It’s a Dragon Age: Origins story, if you’re interested. It’s based on an in-game conversation at the party camp, and it’s very worksafe. (Shockers.)  It ends a bit abruptly, but this was the first time that Alim realized that being himself and free is worth everything to him.  Now he has to figure out where to go from here...as do I.

(I hope my stubborn blood mage-spirit healer will come back in future stories, too. I think he might. )

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Day 18 “I’m fine.”                        

| Self-defense | Allergies | Headache |

Another day for @juneofdoom, and a changed as it's a short break from TVDs and hurting Elijah Mikaelson.

The new dragon age hype had brought me back so here's a little of my multi warden/Hawke/inquisitor fic.

Dragon age origins.

Introducing

Solona Amell, the youngest of a marcher noble family, too pretty for her own good and too angry and smart for anyone else’s. The spirit healer that hid her abilities out of spite.

Alim Surana, the alienage elf, conceived in the tower and left in the care of his grandmother before he ended up in the same tower. The moral compass of the three from the outside but really the one with the least morals. The natural Blood mage.

And of course our beloved suffering Jowan.

Anti circle, anti Templar, anti Irving.

Warnings for sexual assault, kidnapping, abuse, murder and description of disembowelment.

—-------------

They had a system in the tower, between the three of them, a code of sorts.

“Are you alright?” The pair of the ask Solona expecting the worst after they had overheard some of the Templars speaking of bedding the tall apprentice.

“I'm Alright.” Solona grins with to many teeth

She had been warned, she knew it was coming.

It would be alright, eventually.

She would use it, she had heard Gregor complain about his Templars going for younger apprentices, she at least looked older than her thirteen.

--

“Are you alright?” Solona asks when he manages to escape one of the new Templars, because of a distraction caused by Jowan.

I'm alright.” Alim says fingers touching the bleeding cuts on his still pointed ears.

It would be alright, eventually.

They'll heal, he could ignore them.

--

“Are you alright?” Alim asks when Jowan returns from a punishment he took for Alim. They knew the new Templar in charge of punishments this month was harsher on Elves.

I'm alright.” Jowan smiles at him, rolling his shoulders.

It would be alright, eventually.

Lashes string and scar but they’re temporary.

--

“Are you alright?” They asked each other at the same time, pile of dented and broken armour at the bottom of the stairs.

They would have ignored him if he hadn't preferred the younger girls, taken dragged Jowan from bed one night for the same reason.

If he wasn't the last seen with six year old Kenith before he was found dead in his bed the next morning.

If he hadn't started to target Alim the same way.

“Alright.” They reply, laughing slightly.

Solona takes the blame using her race, gender, nobility, her place as one of Irving's star pupils and closeness to Gregor, to lessen the punishment, the joys of leverage.

Jowan's sixteen, Solona and Alim are fourteen and they just killed a man, it was alright, they made it so.

--

“Are you alright?” Jowan asks when he notices Alim is quiet on their return from the private lessons with Irving.

“I'm fine.” he tells Jowan, sharper than he planned.

 Solona always had a darker view of the tower. Why wouldn't she be unsurprised by this.

Jowan throws an arm over his shoulder and Sol leans against the other side.

It was always clear that Irving was training them to be his replacement, but he had thought that meant the other would stay to assist.

No Irving couldn't allow split loyalty, whoever won and was picked the other would be sent to another circle.

This wasn't something he could use, this was knowing even playing the rules he was going to lose them eventually.

--

“Are you alright?” Alim asks the first time the Rite of Tranquility is fully explained to them.

“Alright.” Solona says and Alim tries to ignore the almost want in her eyes.

“F-fine.” Jowan stutters, without thinking they shift to press him between them.

It was clear who the talk was aimed at, not Irving’s star pupils but the unfortunate third of the group, who next to Solona's unnaturally large mana reserve and Alim's unnatural gift at near perfecting everything they're taught within weeks, fell behind.

This wasn't something he could ignore.

--

“Sol?’ Jowan’s voice wakes Alim.

“Are you alright?” 

Solona is silent for a moment, as they stare at her, it's been months since the Templars had taken her to the higher levels, the only reason they knew she was still alive was news from Wynne Jowan had managed to get.

The last of Alim's respect for Irving had died when he asked and got told not to concern himself and to use the time to his advantage to over take her in their studies.

“I'm fine.” she tells them softly, before climbing into the bed.

It's difficult to fit them all in one apprentice bed now, Alim’s average for an elf his age but neither Jowan and Solona, both tall humans but they make it work.

Solona’s in the centre and neither of them say a thing when she curls around her stomach.

It wasn't hard to work out what happened, just before Anders last escape, nine months ago, they had been using each other, Anders for a distraction from Karl was transferred and Solona for her first choice.

She was a child when they stole her, she was barely more than a child when they stole hers.

It wasn't something she could move one from, it was permanent.

--

“Are you alright?” Jowan asks when Alim wakes up from his harrowing.

“I'm” Alim paused for a moment the words of the strange man in the fade echoing around his head giving him a headache. “ Alright.” He finishes with a smile.

He would be as long as he had the pair of them.

--

“Are you alright?” One of the wardens ask the pair of them on the way to Highever, for Duncan to pick up another recruit.

“Fine.” They reply in sync, they were missing a part of themselves, Jowan had betrayed, lied, left them behind and he was out there alone.

What was alright about that?

Because things could become alright but they were never fine in the tower.

—--

“Are you alright?”

Jowan blinks at the person in front of his cell door.

And laughs.

--

“You’ ‘right?” The drunken dwarf, Oghren asks.

Solona’s hand is pressed flat on her stomach to stop her insides from slipping out from the tear the Darkspawn’s horn had opened, she raises an eyebrow at him and laughs.

--

“Are you alright?” someone in camp asks Alim, their face blurry from his exhaustion.

He looks at Jowan passed out of the floor, Solona being led away by her lovers; the bastard prince and Lady Cosland the younger.

He looks at the dalish hunter turned Warden placing desperate kisses on the recent darkspawn returned to elf through sheer will, blood magic and spirit healing.

Three illegal barely more than teenage mages just did what the chantry claimed was impossible.

He laughs.

[starswritteninourscars]

slight variation on @omgkalyppso's worldstate meme + a little more time in canva than it would have taken if I knew what I was doing

[the-goat-bazaar-of-art]

I’m back to post some dragon age fanart

this is for a rp with my friend Kim. These are our wardens. Shianni, his Tillia, and my Alim. They’re triplets separated at 5 and reunited almost 13 years later during the blight

@kimsywims

[witchiestwitch]

And they were mages!

[blazingflareon]

'ok just a quick ref' i said then i zoned out and several hours later theres this. this wasnt even the ref i wanted to draw i had one (1) dragon age thought™ and my brain was like yeah we're doing that now

[cao-the-dreamer]

Tagged by @dungeons-and-dragon-age thank you! Never passing the opportunity to rant about my children :3 decided to go with the tarot cards too :D

Tagging mmm @razumairon and whoever else wanna play

NAME: Ymir Brosca

NICKNAME: Mimir, Love (by Alistair)

GENDER: Female

TAROT CARD: Page of swords

HEIGHT: Smol (barely reach Alistair's torso)

ORIENTATION: Demi

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Orzammarian

FAVORITE FRUIT: Peach

FAVORITE SEASON: Early autumn (especially when it rains)

FAVORITE FLOWER: Rose

FAVORITE SCENT: Wet dirt, rain

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Tea, especially herbal infusions

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 10 (could sleep through blaring trumpets)

DOGS OR CATS: Dogs!

DREAM TRIP: Par Vollen, so she can say hello to unofficial dad Sten

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 8 (it's freaking cold on the surface)

RANDOM FACT: During her time on the surface, she discovered she loves playing with dirt when it rains. She ends up doing dirtballs fight with Alistair

NAME: Galenos Amell

NICKNAME: Gal (only by Sulemadin), big guy, dumbass (affectionate), mi corazon (by Zevran)

GENDER: Male

TAROT CARD: The Lovers

HEIGHT: Fucking huge (Sten-sized)

ORIENTATION: Gay

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Free Marcher

FAVORITE FRUIT: Loquat

FAVORITE SEASON: Winter

FAVORITE FLOWER: Wisteria

FAVORITE SCENT: Wine

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot chocolate (the very thick kind)

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 2 + numerous naps he takes during the day (he can sleep while standing)

DOGS OR CATS: Both, he's not picky

DREAM TRIP: Antiva (maybe to take over the Crows with Zevran), Kirkwall (he wants to say hello to his cousins)

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: None (Zev is his blanket)

RANDOM FACT: He can change his body into water, but he forgets his clothes do not, so he will fight naked more often than not

NAME: Sulemadin Surana

NICKNAME: Dude (only by Galenos), Milady (by Morrigan), no one else is allowed to give her nicknames

GENDER: Female

TAROT CARD: Knight of Wands

HEIGHT: slightly smaller than Morrigan

ORIENTATION: Mean Lesbian

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Fereldan, born in Denerim (she was raised alongside the Tabris family)

FAVORITE FRUIT: Fig

FAVORITE SEASON: End of winter/early spring

FAVORITE FLOWER: Oleander

FAVORITE SCENT: Smoke

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: None (can't stomach them)

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 5

DOGS OR CATS: Cats, she takes care of Ser-Pounce-a-lot until she can give him back to Anders

DREAM TRIP: Emerald graves

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 2

RANDOM FACT: She likes to shift into a cat so she can cuddle with Morrigan or knock things off the table just to be a menace

NAME: Keti Hawke

NICKNAME: Kitty Cat (friends and family), Tiger (during her time with Meeran)

GENDER: Female

TAROT CARD: Knight of Swords

HEIGHT: Average

ORIENTATION: Demi

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Fereldan/Half Elf

FAVORITE FRUIT: Raspberry

FAVORITE SEASON: Autumn

FAVORITE FLOWER: Jasmine

FAVORITE SCENT: Jasmine

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot Chocolate with cinnamon

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 3-4

DOGS OR CATS: Neither, she likes mice

DREAM TRIP: Rivain

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1

RANDOM FACT: She carries mice in her pockets and performs tricks with them to cheer up her siblings or Fenris

NAME: Sotos Hawke

NICKNAME: Ferret, Toto (by Merrill)

GENDER: He, they, whatever you want he doesn't really care

TAROT CARD: The Moon

HEIGHT: Same as Keti

ORIENTATION: Asexual biromantic

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Fereldan/Half Elf

FAVORITE FRUIT: Orange and other citrus

FAVORITE SEASON: Spring

FAVORITE FLOWER: Dandelion

FAVORITE SCENT: Leather

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Tea, with a lot of honey

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 3-4

DOGS OR CATS: He loves his dog but honestly he's not picky, he will cuddle anything he can

DREAM TRIP: Orzammar

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1, though he doesn't really need it since he's always snuggled with his dog

RANDOM FACT: He grew vertical gardens on the walls of the alienage so Merrill and the other elves could have fresh veggies during the season (they knew he used magic to make the plants grow but ssshhh they can keep a secret)

NAME: Tzipporah Lavellan

NICKNAME: Auntie, Tzip, Mama Bird

GENDER: Female

TAROT CARD: Strength

HEIGHT: Cullen Tall

ORIENTATION: Aroace

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Free Marcher/Antivan

FAVORITE FRUIT: Mulberry

FAVORITE SEASON: Summer

FAVORITE FLOWER: Sunflower

FAVORITE SCENT: Rosemary, thyme

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee with halla milk

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 7

DOGS OR CATS: Dogs! They make excellent hunting companions

DREAM TRIP: Going back home

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1, she shares it with Alim

RANDOM FACT: She spent six months in the alternate timeline with Dorian instead of like, one day. Deeply traumatising but at least she came back with a weird ghost/skeleton puppy who's loyal to fault and keeps biting Solas' shins for some reason

NAME: Alim Trevelyan

NICKNAME: Frog boy, Lordy Froggy, your royal froggyness (all invented by Sera, they kinda stuck. He loves them)

GENDER: Intersex boy

TAROT CARD: Six of pentacles

HEIGHT: same as Sera

ORIENTATION: Questioning

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Free Marcher/Half elf

FAVORITE FRUIT: Apple

FAVORITE SEASON: Summer

FAVORITE FLOWER: Forget-me-not

FAVORITE SCENT: Clove, cinnamon, vanilla

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Tea, the rest makes him too jittery

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: He has insomnia

DOGS OR CATS: Frogs :3

DREAM TRIP: The Anderfels (he wanna see a griffin!)

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1, shared with Tzipporah

RANDOM FACT: He built a pond in the gardens for his frogs; Sera found more for him but to keep them he had to wear one on his head for a whole day (which he did, much to Sera's hilarity)

[nyf-archive]

How long had she hesitated outside his door? They had been friends for months now...had turned into some sort of...something? They had kissed on a multitude of times, but she still was unsure if this was okay. Especially since their time to approach Adamant was soon upon them. Her fist hesitated to knock on the door. The witching hour had her afraid, and the Anchor sent pain traveling up her arm and into her neck. It grew further up her arm after every fade rift she closed. It took her breath away most nights when it sparked with energy.

The knocking echoed louder in her ears, anxiety filling her to the brim as she looked down the hallway. She didn't want to wake anyone. No longer did she care about the rumors that spread about her and the Warden. She cared for him...and Finduilas was sure that he cared about her, too. Even if it wasn't love...that was okay. Would she like this to last? Of course. Who didn't want to be loved? But the events of the world made everything unclear.

"...Alim...? I...I'm sorry to bother you...I just..." What? Why was she hesitating? Just ask him. For comfort. For clarification. For...something other than uncertainty.

@thegreatstrongbow <3

[icescrabblerjerky]

I am frustrated with the cc for Veilguard but I think Alim... has turned out good.

[spellandblade]

Oh No.

[cryptid-jack]

King Alistair and Warden-Commander Alim having a quiet moment to themselves after a day full of council meetings <3

[husband-steve-cortez]

I'm already losing the scared Alim headspace but I wanted to emphasize the thing that Alim never expects to be able to hide behind being the Hero of Ferelden, Warden Commander, or Arl of Amaranthine. He's still an elf and a mage, and dark-skinned to boot.

In fact, Alim doesn't really expect the whole Arl thing to stick, and sometimes wonders what Anora was thinking, and whether it was actually some sort of punishment for letting Alistair kill Loghain to put him in the spotlight like this. He is assured that next to a bunch of Orlesians, people are going to practically forget about his being an elf.

Still, he assumes someone else will really be in charge once the other wardens are around, so it comes as a bit of a surprise when he's the only one left and when everyone actually treats him as an arl.

Still, the position always feels precarious for him. And Anders' story (which I still haven't read and don't plan to) seems to support that it is, indeed, precarious.

[antiqua-lugar]

"My Warden and Alistair are Wardens together" "My Warden and Alistair rule together!" "My Warden rules with Alistair from the shadows!"

Well my Warden hardened him and left him a Warden while she became Anora's advisor.