#Alim Surana

[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

[icescrabblerjerky]

Archdemon dead, best ever Alistair expression unlocked, TIME FOR AWAKENING.

[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]

Character cuddle scale

How-to: rate your OC based on how they handle cuddling/being cuddled

Tagged by @greypetrel and immediately went OH HELL YEAH. Let's fucking go!!

Ymir Brosca: 6/10 - We're getting there

Ymir has only ever been cuddled by Ricah when she was little, and it became scarse with age. So at the beginning of DAO, touch either means fight or sexual favour, not something positive, hence why she feels a little out of depth when the mabari insists on cuddling her at night. Turns out she is extremely touch-starved, so yup now it's cuddling non-stop with her dog at night, though it takes some time to realise you can actually cuddle people too. Once she trusts her friends enough, it's game on. She's a little clumsy at this "cuddling business," but she makes it up with enthusiasm.

Galenos Amell: 11/10 - Marshmallow Carebear

Look at this man and his lovely bosom (thanks, Zevran). He's used to sleep in cuddle piles back at the Circle with all the kids piled on him, he's the softest pillow to ever exist and he doesn't snore! What's not to love? Though he will blow a raspberry on your cheek to wake you up, which more often than not evolves into pillow fights. He didn't have the chance to grow up with his siblings, so he's making up for lost time with all the love he can give (turns out Zev LOVES to be cuddled by his big squish tummy man).

Sulemadin Surana: 1/10 - Hissing feral cat

Oh boy. Unless you're Galenos or Morrigan (and later Kieran), you do NOT touch her. And cuddle? No thank you. She had almost no personal space in the Circle with all the promiscuity and now that she's outside she intends to savour every bit of it. She's not good with touch in general but she hides it rather well (show no weakness is her motto), until she literally traces a repulsive glyph around her tent so she can cool down in peace. She will rather show reassurance by petting and braiding hair, like she does with Galenos and later Morrigan (who discovers she really enjoys it).

Sotos Hawke: 7/10 - Mind the soot

Being non-verbal, Sotos mostly expresses himself by touch. Hugging, cuddling, nuzzling, petting your hair, tracing the outlines of your face (or pinching you when he's done with your shit lol), you name it, he does it all. But that's on HIS terms. He's pretty much like a cat: he gives affection but doesn't like receiving it too much. You need cuddles? Here he comes. You hug him out of the blue? He will be frozen for a second, but if you're someone he trusts, he will relax. Bring a handkerchief though, he will definitely smear soot on your clothes.

Keti Hawke: 4/10 - You tried

It's not that Keti doesn't LIKE cuddles, she's just. Not very good at it. She will either act too stiff or squeeze too hard and the moment will turn out rather uncomfortable. She's basically the "awkward sibling hug" from Gravity Falls. If you're sleeping on her chest you're pressing down on her stomach, she tries to move and accidentally bangs her knee against your crotch... You get the idea. When her friends are feeling down, she puts a blanket on their shoulders and sits next to them.

Alim Trevelyan: 9/10 - Wet therapy dog

Puh-lease. You think this chronic insomniac WOULDN'T comfort young apprentices having nightmares in the middle of the night with a good herbal infusion and some nice hugs? He basically adopted all the children at the Circle! Sure, he may be a sad wet dog, but he's a cuddly sad wet dog. You need physical reassurance? Here he comes! Yeah, okay, he looks like he's gonna cry but he's fine, promise, he's not uncomfortable or anything, that's just the way he looks.

Tzipporah Lavellan: 8/10 - Chill out, Mama bear

What it says on the tin. She's a very aggressive cuddler but that's because she's used to rowdy children who all want a turn at the cuddle machine and she has to wrestle them before it can escalate into a fistfight. She WILL pin you under her arm like a squeaky toy until you settle down (or just accept your fate lmao). She learns to control her strength through time though, and she is basically an impenetrable rampart. Her friends fall asleep feeling safe AND nicely cuddled, knowing there is someone literally protecting their back.

Eheh, that was fun! Tagging hmm @dungeons-and-dragon-age and @razumairon !

[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

[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.

[cryptid-jack]

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

[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.

[bumblerhizal-art]

Find the Word

Time for some Find the Word double duty! I'm only, what, three months late?

I've been tagged by @wild-houseplant to find Wrap, Consider, and Scream and @heniareth to find Make, Sleep, Tree, and Terrible. Because it's been so long, i'm linking the original posts [here] and [here] to encourage you all to go read them if you haven't already! Heniareth and Plant both excellent writers!

In return, i'll be tagging you two back as well as @heapster-45 @scarletkilometers @oxygenforthewicked and @icylook in case any of you have any wips lying around to ctrl+F

My words to search are Space, Want, Pass, and/or Dream!

Without further ado (well, after you click the readmore, so with exactly one more ado):

Wraps (from Rites of Passage)

As [Novhen] finished tying off the first leg, Cyrion exclaimed from the other side of their home, just barely hidden behind the corner. 

"Did you find it?" Novhen called.

"No, not yet!" Cyrion responded nervously.

Novhen rolled his eyes and began wrapping his other leg. His da was a terrible liar.

Novhen's trouser legs were thankfully compliant in staying put as the wraps rose along his other leg. As he approached the knee, he tied the wraps into a discrete bow and stood up.

Consider (from a so-far-unnamed fic where i figure out the logical conclusion of this post)

"My Lady, we should take some collateral before letting the elf run off."

"Please," Novhen said, "my word is my bond."

"Do you take us for fools? I've heard that from your ilk one time too many before," Swiftrunner growled. "I was thinking more along the lines of a bite. Some real incentive to make him release the curse."

Novhen's hair stood on edge.

"The walk to the Dalish camp’s a fortnight one way!" he rebutted.

He sneered, "Guess you'll consider yourself incentivized."

Scream (from the so-far-unnamed Protect prompt for the Apostate Soris AU)

(CW for burning alive)

Kallian now stood a chance, a far better chance than Soris could have given her if he had kept the blade for himself. In exchange, he was now vulnerable and unarmed, and she was forced to fight alone.

But there was still a trick up his sleeve. His fingertips grew warm, and the smell of sulfur and burning homes leaked into his nose.

He clenched his fists. If he didn't use it, there likely wouldn't be a single Tabris left alive by day's end. Even his uncle would be swept up in the purge they’ve already signed up for. He didn't have the luxury of choice. He exhaled shakily. If there were ever a sign he was desperate, this was it.

Kallian was holding her ground against the guards, but who knew how long she had until the fight turned against her or if she could defeat two professional soldiers before then. They began to press in on her.

He would just have to hope he could find a way of resealing the secret once this was out.

One of the guards screamed like a panicked coyote as Soris threw a fireball at his feet.

His hand burned, but the guard burned worse. The fire caught onto his gambeson underneath, and the howls grew in pitch and panic.

Make (from Gathering Frays)

“And did you know they made me remove my weapons before coming in?” Zevran said incredulously.

“Did they take all of them?” Novhen asked.

“Not remotely,” Zevran threw up his hands, “and they did not even once say ‘I said all your weapons’.”

“Really?” Novhen tried to laugh, but his chest resisted the movements. Instead, he fell into a brief fit of coughing. As the coughs subsided, he continued, “I didn’t realize the security here was in that poor a state. I can’t see my dog, but an assassin who’s traded his smallclothes for an extra lining of knives is perfectly fine?”

Zevran nodded knowingly, “Even the guest I’ve brought you today, the most harmless man in the world, is facing more scrutiny than I.”

Novhen smiled, “A guest? Is that why you used the door this time?”

Sleep (from Rites of Passage)

The salty morning air of the City of Highever reminded Novhen of Denerim’s shipyards, though it couldn’t quite measure up to the bustle of the capital. A thick morning fog hugged the ground with little disturbance to its form, and the warm dawn was just beginning to peer over the horizon from the direction of home as he snuck his way to the docks. The weight of stolen coin hung from his belt. Passage would be expensive, but the local guardhouse had been generous enough to hide their cache of "civil forfeiture" behind the simplest lock on this side of the Frostbacks.

This is the time of day when the docks should begin their buzz. The workers of the ships and docks had already commenced their morning shuffles, but no one yet yelled orders across the piers. Ships aim to spend as little time in port as possible, so he needed to search fast. He refused himself sleep all last night to ensure he could actually be awake early enough to take advantage of this opportunity away from the watchful eyes of the Wardens.

Tree (from another unnamed fic i wrote for 14daysDAlovers last year and never finished. oops)

(CW for accidental drug use -- Don't secretly harvest dangerous herbs for your assassin bf if you don't know what you're doing.)

Alim sneezed. That was probably a bad sign.

Whether or not that meant he had sniffed more pollen than hoped, he had to make his way back to camp. They would start to worry if he stayed out alone much longer. He slogged through the lightly forested path. His feet sunk deep into the uneven, poorly-trod peat. Maybe he didn't need to have taken from this particular patch, but the coloration was perfect. He vaguely remembered one of the botanists in the Circle talking about blood lotus once. She said that the deeper the color, the faster-acting the hallucinogens. He could have settled for a less secluded, lighter colored flower, but it could only be the best for Zevran.

The camp was farther than he remembered. Alim's steps became clumsier and clumsier until a foot caught on a snaking tree root. He faceplanted into the soft, squishy soil with an embarrassing plap. Jerking up off the ground, he spat mud from his mouth. Any smell of lakewater or flowers was now completely overrun by the rotten egg odor of a swamp.

Terrible (from Gathering Frays)

“How are you feeling if I may ask?” Zevran asked. “I’m glad to see you responsive again. You looked truly terrible when we first recovered you, and there were concerns that you wouldn’t make it.”

“You have no idea how close it really was up there. They keep saying worst of it’s over, but I’m not so convinced anymore that dying was the worst option,” he tried a pathetic smiled. “Even when I'm able to move enough to adjust myself over my bedpan, I have a splitting headache that won’t even go away in my sleep, and my body’s one giant bruise. I’m pretty sure Thedas is discovering new colors as it heals.”

“Truly?” he jested. “It seems your purpose may outlast the Blight after all. They might even dissect you.”

“Don’t give them any ideas. They might just do it,” Novhen said.

[hereiamwithmyninjaclan]

Painted my canon warden (Alim Surana)