#Taash is doing a thumbs up

[selunesfavouriteprincess]

holy height difference, batman

[nerdanel01]

What do you think Emmrich would do when one of Rook’s other companions saw the two of them having sex?

I have no one to blame but myself for this ask but I would be lying if I said that when I received it I did not need to put my phone down and just breathe deeply for a few seconds before I could think again

I do feel like it would depend a lot on WHICH companion? we don’t even know them yet but I do think if it was Neve, Lace, Bellara or Davrin, he would be appropriately mortified on both his and Agnes’ behalf and do the hasty scramble-and-coverup. 

For some reason Lucanis and Taash are giving the impression that like. If they walked in on Agnes going down sloppy style on Emmrich and Agnes herself didn’t see, they’d just… flash him a thumbs up and give them back their privacy before Emmrich could panic too badly. And it would kind of humiliate him but yes, also add a certain je ne sais quoi to the particular nut that followed that he would eat right up. 

If Solas is still haunting around the Lighthouse though, I do imagine there could be, uhh. Some wholly unnecessary rivalry between them that takes place almost exclusively in Emmrich’s head.  1k+ below the cut 18+ NSFW

Beyond the immediate, more catastrophic consequences of the failed ritual, the disruption Rook had caused to his plans also had the unfortunate side effect of leaving Solas himself locked in the Fade… trapped, again, in the endless sea of dreams in which he had swam for millennia before reawakening less than two decades prior. But the Lighthouse was a liminal space, not quite in the Fade nor wholly in the Waking, and there were certain times, late at night, when he could muster enough mana to manifest himself there. That was valuable time—time desperately needed to strategize with Rook; to tell her everything he knew about Elgar’nan and Ghilan'nain, to plan how to imprison them once more if not outright defeat them. 

And yet for several nights in a row now, Rook had not come. 

Once more Solas was left with the unsatisfying suspicion that she was not taking this seriously. Though she may have acted in ignorance, surely she must hold herself just as accountable for this mess as he was? It had been her interference, after all, that had set loose the Evanuris of old. With a frustrated frown pulling at his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth, he walked the halls of the Lighthouse, searching for her. 

The Lighthouse was quiet. Yet despite the lateness of the hour, Solas encountered Scout Harding in the hallways—groggy and dressed for bed, on her way out of the water closet. The sight of her was jarring. After spending ten years in the Lighthouse alone, he was not sure he would ever get used to the presence of others there… the sudden warmth and domesticity, of laughter even that had filled its rooms after the Veilguard had moved in. 

“Scout Harding,” he greeted her, his hands clasped elegantly behind his back. “Good evening.”

Harding blinked at him, offered a groggy smile. “Hey, Solas.”

“You would not happen to know where Rook is, would you?” he asked, with a kind and inquisitive tilt to his head. “As you know we have rather important matters to discuss. I checked her quarters, but they seemed to be empty.”

“She doesn’t really spend the night there anymore,” Harding asked, lifting her hand to her mouth to politely cover a yawn. “Have you checked Emmrich’s room?”

That shocked him, a little. Not so much that it was happening, more so that he had been blind to it. Incidentally, he had passed Volkarin’s room as he had searched the halls and found the door ajar, the room empty. 

“Equally vacant, I’m afraid.”

Harding squeezed her eyes shut, trying to remember through the thick of sleep. 

“I think they said something about going down to the library after dinner,” she remembered at last, offering Solas a contrite smile. “Maybe it's worth checking for them there?”

“Emmrich! Emm—hhha, yes, yes!”

Glisten of perspiration on her body in the candlelight; expression of uncontained ecstasy pulling at her features. Her gorgeous, long leg, flush against his chest, ankle hooked over his shoulder, and Emmrich took her calf reverently in hand, pressing a kiss to the inside of her leg as he sank deeply into her. Feeling the muscles of that same leg tighten and twitch with satisfaction at the fullness of him inside of her, the slow artful drag of each of his thrusts; the hypnotic rise and fall of her breasts in concert with those thrusts; as he took Agnes on top of the sole desk in the library. 

Emmrich wasn’t even sure how it had begun. This was not what he had intended but it had escalated quickly, and all of a sudden all the stairs up to his bedroom had seemed much too far, too long to wait. They had not even bothered to close the door to the library. At this time of night, Emmrich did not think anyone was going to come looking for them… but he would be lying if he said the risk of being caught did not add a bit of frisson to their lovemaking, at least for him. 

But he was barely even thinking of that, now���impossible to be so distracted from her when she looked, sounded, felt like this. She had planted her hand on the desk behind her, just enough to prop herself up so she could look not at him, not in his eyes, but focus fixedly on the space between his hips, greedily devouring the sight of the column of his cock, as it reappeared then disappeared inside of her with each thrust. 

Which is how Emmrich knew that Agnes did not see Solas when his astral projection walked straight into the room. 

A thousand thoughts flashing through his mind in the space of a heartbeat: that he should be ashamed. Embarrassed. Mortified, even. That he was decidedly none of the above, though that would have been the most polite response. Of how envious he, Emmrich, had been of Solas when he had first come to the Lighthouse, when Agnes was still short with him; of the inextricable bond the two of them shared, ever since Agnes had frustrated his ritual. The long hours Solas demanded of Agnes still, to talk about how best to imprison the very gods he had set loose in his folly. 

How he, Emmrich, would blame Solas all too readily if something happened to Agnes because of it, because of the disaster this ancient elf had set into motion. 

Possessed of an emotion he could not quite name, Emmrich lowered her leg and gathered Agnes off the desk and into his arms, drawing her against him (both to protect her modesty and, admittedly, to prevent her from realizing that they had been discovered.) All too readily she wrapped her legs tightly around him, her arms looping around his neck. 

Emmrich pulled loose the bronze pin holding her hair in place; the soft, silver threaded black cascaded down her shoulders, nearly reaching the desktop beneath her, releasing a rush of sweetness as it did so. Emmrich sank a hand in her hair possessively, drew in a deep breath the better to take in the smell of it. 

Did all of this, with his eyes locked fully on Solas. 

“Nessa…” he groaned near her ear, still maintaining that locked eye contact as he increased both the speed and depth of his thrusting. 

Behind her, Solas raised an eyebrow, a frown twisting his lips, the distaste on his face all too plain. Emmrich kept staring, matching that distaste with a snarl of his own, making it apparent (he hoped) that he would suffer no interruption from this fallen once-god. At last, Solas backed out of the room, shutting the door firmly behind him as he went. 

The door made an audible click, but Agnes did not seem to notice. Emmrich felt his breath growing shallow, the telltale tightness in his core. After all that had just happened, he was not going to last much longer. “Nessa��its imminent, I’m not going to be able to—”

And no matter that the door was closed, as Emmrich was sure it was not thick enough to prevent Solas from hearing the cry Agnes made in answer:

“Yes! Maker, yes, Emmrich, fill me…”

emmrich you have nothing to worry about solas has a divorced wife of his own that he’s sad about. emmrich you two are more similar than you know. emmrich he needs couples counseling and ten thousand years of therapy. emmrich he needs your advice. emmrich help him

[momofantas]

Rooftop Follies

Taash/Rook | NSFW | 1855 words | AO3 Link

Kione ran her hands down the feathers that covered the front of her new jacket… and hardly any of her body. The jacket opened to reveal nothing underneath, just her bare chest and a few necklaces. Lucanis had said it was trendy among the Crows but Kione had never seen anyone in Treviso wearing anything like it.

But the openness felt like freedom and she would never fight against that feeling. In fact, as a Shadow Dragon, it was something she had always fought for.

With a sigh, she pushed open the door of the small room she had changed in and stepped back into the Antivan Sanctum where the rest of her party waited. Lucanis seemed to puff up like a proud father at the sight of the Shadow Dragon in the Crows’ finest (in fact, she was sure she had seen the same smile on Davrin’s face during a training session with Assan).

“It suits you well. Are you sure you don’t wish to join the Crows? We could always use another axe-weilder,” he said lightly. Kione smirked and shook her head in response before looking to her other companion.

Taash’s arms were crossed as they looked her up and down. Their face was almost unreadable, but Kione had known them well enough to see how they just barely bit the inside of their lower lip and the hint of hunger behind their eyes.

Their opinion was the only one that mattered to Kione, but she wouldn’t admit it.

“Looks good,” they finally said with a nod as they dropped their arms. “Not as good as Lords’ armor, but it looks like it’s easier to fight in than the other vashedan you’ve found in Thedas.”

Kione couldn’t help the small snort that escaped her. While Taash wasn’t the most delicate, they were always right. Other armor had been constricting for an axe user and at least in this leather-and-feather design, she would have good mobility.

The three began to discuss where to head next when Viago approached the group with “important things” for Crows’ ears only, leading to the exit of him and Lucanis.

That left Taash and Kione to themselves.

��So what do y–”

“Let’s go for a walk,” Taash said, almost a little too quickly. Their hand just barely moved in the direction of Kione’s, but they walked ahead before their hands could touch. The two walked out to one of the balconies that the Crows often frequented and Kione was prepared to hop onto one of the ziplines.

Instead, Taash turned and led her to a quiet corner of the balcony where no visible peering eyes could see. The Qunari motioned for their elf companion to stand by the railing. “Face me.”

Kione obeyed, leaning back against the railing to relax while her mind raced with confusion. She hadn’t seen Taash like this, but something about the situation was making her heart race.

Suddenly one of their large hands was beneath her jacket and caressing her breast. Her eyes widened in shock and she opened her mouth to say something but was quickly silenced by Taash’s large tongue rubbing against hers. A weak moan escaped her as she felt a calloused thumb gently run over her nipple, causing it to go erect.

After what felt like ages Taash pulled back to reveal their chin slick with spit from their rough and hurried kiss. They pulled their hand away from her breast, ensuring that she was partially bared to the world with no feathers to protect her modesty.

“So… I take it you like the new outfit?” Kione said breathlessly. She moved a hand to readjust her jacket but was stopped by a gentle touch.

“You look really hot.”

The bluntness always brought a smile to her face and she couldn’t help the airy laugh that escaped her. It brought a smirk to Taash’s face as their free hand moved to the first of many belts that held her pants tight to her waist.

“I know you like it when I say that,” they teased before leaning in to take a deep breath next to her neck, pulse racing beneath her skin. “You can’t hide it from me.”

She felt her cheeks burn red as Taash pressed their lips gently against their neck and gasped as that gentle kiss turned into gentle nips along the lines of her tattoo. Both of their hands had moved to undo her belts and soon one was dipping beneath her small clothes and fingers were pressing against her pelvis on their way down between her legs.

Kione’s mind began to race–where they really going to do it out here? They were up above street-level but there was still a chance of a Crow watching from any direction. No one was visible from where they were, but by the Maker there was always a set of eyes around in Antiva.

“W-Wait,” she fumbled, her hand reaching down to grasp at Taash’s wrist in a weak attempt to stop them. She knew that they could smell her arousal and there was no chance of stopping their intimacy that day, but perhaps she could convince them to postpone until later.

“Scared?” They murmured against her skin. Suddenly they were turning her around to face the city, the wind caressing against her face and bare breast. Their chest was pressed against her back as their hands traveled down her front, one returning to her chest and the other to her pants.

“Someone will see–”

“Not like this… All they’re going to see is a tall Qunari hugging their favorite Elf. And if they see more, I’ll beat it out of them.” Taash’s voice was soft and reassuring, different than what they used on the battlefield. There was no rage, just gentle excitement and tenderness.

A thick calloused finger softly pressed between Kione’s legs and she knew that she wasn’t going to convince Taash to wait.

“Besides,” the Qunari said, lips moving up to the edge of her ear, “I need to make sure that I fuck you in this outfit before anyone else gets to see you in it.”

Kione bit down on her lip in an attempt to silence the moan that refused to be stuck in her throat as she felt that finger move inside of her body, spreading her like no one had spread her before. It was still embarrassing to admit that Taash was her first, but so far they hadn’t spoken a word about it. It helped that they took control in every situation, making sure that Kione was completely satisfied (or at least a shuddering, whimpering mess).

“Still so tight… Are you sure you’re okay?” Taash said, breath right against her ear as she continued to nibble and kiss the sensitive skin.

“Y-Yes… I just… need more time,” Kione replied weakly, stammering as she tried to remind her body to relax and accept her partner.

They were patient and held their finger still to give her time to get used to the sensation while their other hand pushed the feathery jacket back to completely bare her chest to the wind. The air wasn’t too cold for being so high up, but her skin still reacted with goosebumps and her nipples hardened almost immediately. Their hand moved to gently flick and pull on her erect nipples as their mouth dropped back to her neck.

“Ready?” They growled as they nudged their way to her shoulder.

Kione took a deep breath and nodded. “Ye– Mngh!”

Suddenly their teeth were in her shoulder, sharp enough to break the skin if they truly wanted to. Their finger was joined by a second and Kione felt her knees go weak. If they hadn’t been holding her up she would have fallen to the floor as an orgasm ripped through her muscled body.

“Taash…” She said weakly as her head rolled to rest on theirs. A growl ripped through Taash’s mouth and reverberated on her shoulder as the smell of her climax reached their nose.

Their hold on her chest roughened as they pulled her nipples further and faster, nails dragging across her skin. Their two fingers inside of her began to thrust in and out, slowly at first to help her accommodate before spreading themselves out as far as they could inside her small body. Each movement made her shudder and shake, warmth building at the base of her spine as her partner fucked her. It was so hard to keep herself quiet to the point that Taash had to move their hand from their chest and place their fingers inside her mouth. Drool was running down her chin as her tongue was played with, and the embarrassment was so much that she felt like she was going to fall over dead before she was able to cum again.

Their bite had finally released, leaving a dark red mark around one of her old scars and a bit of one of her tattoos. Kione could tell that they were tempted to leave a similar mark on her neck, but with the new armor it would be far too visible. Instead they nipped at her ear to push her closer ot the edge.

“Taarala… Taarala, I know you want to cum… I want to taste you,” they growled as their thrusting fingers began to lose their gentle pace. “Cum for me.”

As if Kione’s body had been trained for it, all the warmth that had been growing at the base of her spine and stomach overflowed and released. It covered Taash’s hand and flowed out around her small clothes and down against the leather of her new pants. Her head was spinning as she found herself hanging desperately to the balcony ledge, though Taash would never let her fall. Her face was flushed, her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, and her tongue followed their fingers out of her mouth.

She looked an absolute mess but Taash would have said she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

They slowly pulled their hand out of her pants and licked at their fingers, but patiently waited for their partner to recover. The hand that had been in her mouth rested on her stomach to hold her steady as Taash kept an eye out for any onlookers.

Finally, after a few minutes, Kione was able to stand on her own and assess the damage.

“I think this will be the most uncomfortable walk I’ve ever had.”

“Why?”

“Wet. Leather. Pants.”

Taash laughed as they helped redo the buckles of her belts and rearrange her jacket. They paused a moment, eyeing the bite mark they had left on her shoulder before covering it.

“I’ll just carry you, then.”

Without a pause they pulled Kione up into their arms as if she was a princess. They smirked down at her as she floundered in their hold.

“This is more embarrassing than what we just did!” She protested, though they both knew she wasn’t trying too hard. Warrior versus warrior, one could have easily escaped the other’s hold if they wanted to.

[sheyshen]

ok mostly full veilguard thoughts both good and bad, some spoilers sprinkled in but i'll try to stay vague where i can.

I give the game a thumbs up, so like, 8 or 9 out of 10 probably (i never know how to rate on a scale since i'm generally easy to please when it comes to games). i can see playing it again but it is a longer game so it might not be something i just go "hey yeah i'm gonna just go replay that really quick for kicks"

full thoughts under the cut:

to start out with I am a big fan of the lore, I did every quest every zone and had a lot of fun with it all, good and bad. tidbits about my rook since it does affect the story here and there and my thoughts on some things: Mateo is a transman, rogue, crow, elf, romanced lucanis, mainly did purple with a bit of blue options (much like my hawke)

starting with the good stuff:

-I loved the companions and how they interacted with each other and with the lighthouse itself. it made it feel very homey like the tempest in MEA, since they would move around and talk with one another. and that they could start relationships with other characters (even ones not in your team) it made it feel a bit more dynamic like these people are here with you not for you.

-I also enjoyed how they would have things to say that were to do with quests you completed or choices you'd made (kinda wish you could get them to trigger by stepping away and coming back even if it only works when they're solo. they do shift if you save and reload at least)

-I loved that you could canonly choose to be trans and it would have special options (like relating to lucanis and taash in different ways) and it makes me wonder what other options from the mirror open up in convos.

-I also loved that there were quite a few trans and NB characters who's VAs were also trans and NB. it was a really nice touch.

-the combat was fun, I do want to check out the other classes when i start a second playthrough (lets see if i'm strong enough to romance someone different cause i don't think i am! lol) and see what's different when playing someone who's cis or a human or a warden

-a lot of the controls were really familiar and easy to adjust to (aside from jump/climb being F instead of space, who decided that? do you know how many times i hit space expecting to jump and just slid instead??) so it was pretty smooth going from playing ffxvi to dav.

-the twists in the story were well executed and man did it make me cry in a few places. wish the one didn't lock you out of an entire vendor so early in but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i'll just keep that in mind for my second playthrough, i never expect the first to go completely smooth anyhow.

-I also loved seeing some familiar faces though i wish it was a bit... well. more complex than what we got. (i'll expand on that below) but what we had? oh it was nice.

-the environment felt very vast and I loved that there was a lot to explore and find. and plenty of cats to pet.

-I loved Lucanis's romance, and while I do wish there was more, I'm pretty happy with what we had and what I can build on through art and fics (already having some ideas percolating heheheh) but I also seem to end up picking the romances that are more off screen anyhow (looking at you Reyes)

-The companion quests were also all really well done and felt unique. I liked that they weren't all just combat quests and some were more relaxing. and that you can just meet up with them while you're working on something in that area if you didn't bring that specific companion with you.

-in the end i actually didn't mind only having two companions with you. it felt off here and there because it's been such a staple to have 3 in the series, but it worked out well enough same for not being able to control your party members (mind you i'm not someone who likes playing turn based (why i'm struggling with bg3) so i can see that bothering people who play like that) the only time not being able to control your team really bugged me is when i was trying to get some action shots for drawing refs. i'll keep trying with photo mode maybe i'll get lucky XD

-btw photo mode is awesome

-the final push felt a lot like the suicide mission at the end of ME2, that's mostly a compliment. I'm a completionist so i had everything maxed out and done when i got to it so I was ready to go but i wonder how bad things can go if you didn't since there's a whole room for the fallen.

-i loved the final slides (the last one in particular made me cry) and it reminded me of the line at the end of rvb season 14 about telling stories. and honestly i loved that

-the little references to things really tickled me. kalluzeb, kotor, and dungeon meshi to name a few. I'm going to be keeping my eye out for ones i missed now that i can safely dig through the tags.

-there's a ton more things i loved but they get a bit more spoilery than I'd like to get with this post!

-oh yea! and no fall damage is for sure an amazing thing. i jumped off so much stuff before i realized it won't break your legs.

and the things i didn't like so much:

-motion sickness leaking through my seabands wasn't great. i had all the settings for it adjusted but some effects would still trigger it, not as bad as some games but it was still there.

-where i loved how the companions interacted i also didn't like the fact it relied on you returning to the lighthouse after every single mission. there was a lot of stuff i likely missed because i was so wrapped up in doing side quests or wandering around in a certain area rather than going back after each thing and poking everyone.

-I also wished that they would interact with rook more. It felt like rook was checking in on them helping with their problems and being a shoulder to lean on but never the other way around. (aside from varric)

-the pacing on the story was awkward in places, and felt like you had to go out of your way to find side missions and interact with companions rather than it be a fluid experience. it can be a complicated thing to integrate especially if there's a lot of shifting things around internally leading up to the game being finished so it's not a killer for me but can be a bit of a pain.

-not being able to import anything from the previous games (except the 3 from dai) and many of the letters you receive from the quizzy definitely feel like they just kinda wanted to wipe the slate clean and start new and I have some real mixed feelings about that. I don't mind a soft reset but i think it could've been handled better

-I do wish that the cameos we had had some. slight. variation based on previous choices. (using isabella as a main example, i wish she could've had like the red favor if hawke romanced her or didn't mention learning about family in kirkwall if she bailed in act 2) there's a few cameos i think would've made sense to have and references that wouldn't've been too hard to include (vaea was mentioned so it would've been nice to hear about fenris, and with us being in weishaupt it would've been nice to have some sign of hawke since they were there, even an anders mention from isabella. seeing cullen at the final push with the inquisitor (or whoever not dorian or solas y'all romanced). little things without needing to hire extra VAs or anything)

-could use the ability to place waypoints on the map. and the ability to dye gear. it'd just be a nice to have, i'm sure there's mods rolling out already at least

-I do wish the conversation options were a bit more varied. yea i like playing a sarcastic and kind character but I wish there was a bit more of the option to kinda be mean. i mean rook's kinda gotten stuck with a job they weren't planning on ever having let them be rude now and then, as a treat.

-while i loved the romance (as mentioned above) i did miss the ability to get a little smooch or something like in previous games (which is something i miss in other games with romances as well so it's not a nock on dav itself but still something i wished we had gotten) and that they were a little bit. more. not like explicit, but i would've liked a little kiss for good luck before the final battle kinda thing like they have in DA2

-The "virmire" situation felt... off to me, like it was done for shock value rather than a meaningful moment (similar to what happened with torian and vette) and that it was kinda out of the blue rather than something that made sense narratively.

-without spoiling anything major there were a few lore explanations I felt were a bit. unnecessary or could've been done better or expanded on better, or changes that felt a little strange to do that could've been better explained (like the crows)

that's kinda it for things that bugged me. nothing that would make me hate the game but little things that made me go >.> lol

One small hope I have is that they patch in a citadel dlc type of thing, something that has no impact on the story itself but is just kinda fun with your companions. have a little party at the lighthouse right before the final push like in ME3 >:3

There's a "secret" ending after the credits and a few things brought up throughout the game that make me curious where they'll go with the next game.

All in all i thought the game was really great and I can't wait to see my friends sharing their rooks and art and screenshots and stuff!

[da2supremacy]

I've been selecting everyone's romantic dialogue whenever it appears and the award for the thirstiest hoe (affectionate) goes to Davrin.

I have been too merciful for Harding's beautiful hater heart. She still has the little quotation bubble next to her lmao. Taash is in a similar situation but I also literally just recruited Taash and Emmerich. Emmerich hasn't really had the one on one sidequest pop up yet.

Neve, Lucanis and Bellara have the thumbs up.

Davrin is a heart already. I recruited him and took Assan for a walk and left him at the Lighthouse for everything else.

If I want to actually romance Emmerich I'll probably need to stop doing that at some point but we're roleplaying here and Sulanni is also the thirstiest hoe alive. She's beautiful and deserves this.