#adaar x josephine montilyet

[laniardraws]

This is stupid. Anyway

[deadlymaelstrom]

[thekorcariwilds]

[loveydoveypiperwright]

Played Trespasser yesterday to refresh myself on the lore. Heard this from Sera

Does this mean Sera spoke to Josephine before she proposed to the Inquisitor?? Sera has spoken with Ruffles when it came to Red Jenny contracts, but asking for wedding advice is so cuuuute. Especially when Sera doesn't share the same wardrobe aesthetic lol

Bonus :) My wife <3

[hobgoblinsandpeachfuzz]

hello yes i would like to request something featuring sula :)

OMG i love this thank you <3 <3 <3

i am now a lil tipsy so i had to turn to my husband and be like how do i stay on throuple theme and he reminded me that were sula not so silly and unconfident, this woulda straight up happened <3

an au that is wonderful and also i llike that i got to keep it on dancing theme too <3 <3 <3

[loveofnerdsndonuts]

May I have this dance? 💕

I drew my Qunari Inquisitor "Hhutmaar Adaar" with Josephine Montilyet. Her romance is too cute.

Also I drew her in the beautiful dress she deserved at the Winter Palace 😤

[rosella-writes]

happy friday/dadwc!! for a prompt, for any character or relationship you'd like, may i submit a couple lines of poetry: "anise-seed, thorn tiny and mortal, / thorn that brings immortal pain" (from sunstone by octavio paz tr. eliot weinberger) ?

Thank you!! For @dadrunkwriting

Pairing: Bryn Adaar (they/them) x Josephine Montilyet Rating: M (some brief smut) Warnings: mention of past dubcon, sex trauma, fantasy racism

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Humans liked Bryn. 

They liked how tall they were. They liked to trace the ridges of keratin in their spiralling horns. They liked to hold on and maneuver their head where they wanted it. They liked to yank on their nose ring and call them an ‘oxman’ while Bryn tried their best to please them. 

After they were done, Bryn always swore never to let another touch them again. 

The other Vashoth understood them better than the humans in the Free Marches ever could, but they didn’t lay with one another — it was too messy to mix business and pleasure, Shokrakar always said. The Tal Vashoth who joined them didn’t have much trouble with this rule, treating it like something that was a matter of course. You drank and fought and played and lived alongside your friends — you didn’t fuck them. 

Given long enough, Bryn starved. But the touch they sought out never satisfied them — the humans drawn to them treated them like an oddity, something large and exotic to fulfil a fantasy. They grew to hate the eager flash in their eyes, the way they got sized up by a creature licking its chops at the thought of them naked. They grew to loathe how they were always expected to perform like an animal in a circus, as if by being large they were brutish in wresting control. 

Ravish me, said the women. 

Use me, said the men. 

And Bryn would wash their skin until it was raw for days after, hating themself for wanting anything at all. 

When the Ambassador said that they were even taller than she imagined, Bryn pushed it aside. She was just another human, grasping after the unusual and strange. 

But then she carefully asks, “My Lady? My Lord? Or my Liege?” Bryn tells her, and Josephine blessedly never asks again. 

Months pass. Bryn brings flowers. They stop an assassination. They kiss the Ambassador in the garden, fondly watching her blush among scrounged vandal aria and potted peonies. And the night after they return, high on success after a public duel, Josephine finally asks them to her room.

Josephine wants to know how they want to be touched. She asks where — she asks as she goes if it’s okay, if it’s too much or not enough. She never moves without Bryn’s permission. 

And Bryn guiltily finds themself missing the greed of humans past. 

If Josephine wanted them, wouldn’t she be pulling at their clothes already? Wouldn’t she have her mouth on them before they’d said yes? Wouldn’t she plunge her fingers inside, eager only to fuck them, whether it felt good or not?

It’s easier to ignore the discomfort, for now, and plunge into the role they love and know well. It’s hard for humans to touch or look or want when they’re being distracted — and Bryn is greedy for Josephine’s skin, greedy for the sound of her, jealous of anything else that touches her. They lift her from the bed, enveloping her in their arms, to steal the contact the sheets have with her back. They fuck her, their magic plunging deep into her heat and transferring the sensation of it to their clit — they moan with her as they kiss gratitude into her mouth.

If Bryn loves Josephine well enough, they can push away the fear that this time will be just like all the others. If Bryn does this perfectly, they can ignore that Josephine’s handling of them feels like thorns under her gentle fingertips. They can disregard the deep, contradictory ache that wants to be abused, at the same time that it wants to be seen and loved, at the same time that it can’t bear to ask for what it needs.

[grapecaseschoices]

the most beautiful woman in all of antiva.

[quitefair]

It's here. It's finally here.

Almost ten years it took me to get to this point. Feels like I'm baring a part of my soul, posting this. But I've gotta set it free.

Rating: Teen and up

Category: F/F

Ship: Josephine Montilyet/Female Adaar

Tags: Canon Rewrite, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Grief/Mourning (Other Additional Tags to Be Added)

AO3 summary:

An explosion. A plan gone awry. War on either side of the Frostback Mountains, and a mystery to uncover underneath even that. All this chaos, and it falls to the last person you'd expect. Vashoth. Mercenary. 'Oxman.' Adaar is all they have, and by the skin of the Maker's teeth, Adaar will be what they need.

[bellamer]

At The Winter Palace:

Vanarí, carrying some silk scarves he stole from the nobles there, pushing past several nobles: MOVE, BITCH !

Cullen: What is he doing ?

Cole, appearing out of nowhere: Dorian offered to show him the 'dance of the ten scarves' if he could get him ten silk scarves.

Cullen: The....dance of the ten scarves ?

Varric: It's a strip dance, where the dancer is dressed up in ten scarves and as the dance continues, the scarves get less and less until the dancer is completely nude. Usually it's done with seven scarves but I guess they use ten in tevinter, it increases the tease and length.

Cole: And Dorian offered to do it on the ballroom floor. In front of everyone here.

Vanarí: DORIAN, DARLING, I HAVE THE SCARVES ! I'M ACTUALLY GONNA ENJOY MYSELF TONIGHT OR DIE TRYING !

Cullen, running after him: OH MAKER- JOSEPHINE WE HAVE TO STOP THEM !

[elgarabelas]

Late night sketch of them two <3 maybe i'll color it when i'll have another free time

[antivanruffles]

11!

(Wren/Josie)

11. Pressing a chaste kiss to inner wrists

MY GIRLS MY GIRLS MY GIRLS!!

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"The Inquisitor is at it again, I see." Leliana didn't even bother to hide her amusement as she came to a stop next to Josephine.

"It" being a new round of training since losing her hand. Gone were the days when Wren could wield her monstrous warhammer and send her opponents flying like rag dolls amongst chunks of rock and earth.

Now she needed to work on the finesse of a sword, and get used to the feel of the shield contraption attached to her left arm. None of it had been easy, but she was improving by leaps and bounds every day.

So much so she was back to running makeshift tourneys with the recruits. All the young soldiers would lineup for a chance to face off against Wren. Bets were placed on the sidelines, just like the old days, while Cullen watched hawk eyed from the side lines to assess his soldiers.

They had been at it for a while now, and Wren was doing quite well for herself. She wasn't up to par with how she was before, but she still managed to win every bout thus far.

Sweat poured down her face, and she had stripped off her tunic in favor of the thin shirt she wore beneath. Josephine had not spent the better part of the morning admiring Wren's arms. Or her back. Or any part of her, really.

"She is doing quite well today." Josephine commented, simply because she knew she had to say something.

"Her form is definitely improved," Leliana said thoughtfully. "Put her in some proper armor, and she would cut quite the dashing figure. Like a knight out of one of Varric's novels. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, I suppose so," Josephine said.

"Perhaps a favor would bolster her, she does seem to be waning a bit."

Indeed Wren was starting to slow down, her blocks a little late and her hits a little light. Josephine would say that she needed to call it a day, but Wren was nothing if not stubborn so she doubted she would heed her advice on the matter. Although a break would do her some good, at least.

Without a word to Leliana, she strode forward to the makeshift practice ring, specifically to the bucket of water the troops used to drink. She scooped up some of the clear water with one of the ladles hooked to the side, careful not to slosh it down her front, and beckoned Wren over.

She was in between bouts, so she accepted the invitation. Carefully laying down her practice sword and unbuckling the shield from her arm. Without needing to be asked, Cullen stepped in to run the recruits through some drills to keep them entertained.. and perhaps distracted.

"You look parched," Josephine held out the ladle.

"Guess it is time for a break, huh?" Wren wiped at her brow. "Not as young as I used to be."

"Is the great Inquisitor Adaar admitting defeat?"

She snorted loudly before slugging back a drink of water. Josephine was certain she flexed her arm on purpose with the motion, head tilted back just a little too far in order to expose her neck.

"Nope, just admitting that these kids are putting me through my paces." She eyed Josephine askance, lips curving slowly. That was never a good sign. "Don't worry, you'll still be able to put me through my paces later. Not that old yet."

"Wren!" Josephine hissed. "Everyone will hear you."

"So?" She dropped the ladle into the water bucket, and reached out for Josephine's hand to lace their fingers together. "Not like they don't know we're together."

Wren bent down to brush a kiss against Josephine's knuckles, eyes locked with hers. Perhaps Leliana was right, she did make for a fine knight. Josephine's heart fluttered in her chest when Wren turned over their linked hands, and laid another kiss to the inside of her wrist.

Maker, but she was too charming by half.

Josephine could only stand there, utterly enchanted, as Wren placed a series of soft kisses to her cheek, the corner of her mouth, before finally claiming her lips. A long moment later Wren broke the kiss, and leaned in close to brush her lips against the shell of Josephine's ear.

"Although if anyone doesn't know we're a couple. I'll just have to make sure they hear you, later."

"Wrenelia!" Josephine could feel the heat flooding her cheeks.

She tried swatting at Wren, only to have her dance away while laughing loudly. Wren blew a kiss at Josephine as she backed away, her grin wide and impetuous.

Maker take her, but Josephine loved her.

[salaisi]

Femslashfeb prompt: “I like hearing your thoughts”

Prompt list here

[quillfulwriter]

Prompt from @loveofdragonage for the Valentine's event

Words: 400 | Rating: M

After a fumbling, well-intentioned round of courtly dates, Josephine and Adaar quickly figured out the feeling that they were experiencing was friendship.

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[uchidachi]

Pfft my Inquisitor is showing up WITH Josephine and toddlers in tow. The smallest one is in a baby bjorn. “Alright kids, stay here with Uncle Varric, Mommys’ gotta fix the world’s problems. Again.

"solas" this and "dorian" that WHERE is my josephine girlies???? my inq is going to do nothing but lay on the meeting table going "i miss my wife rook, i miss her a lot" while longingly staring at antiva on the map the entire time

[merrybandofmurderers]

the last of these !!

Nhairi Tellanthe x Josephine Montilyet

Ishala Adaar x Iron Bull

Kaaras Adaar x Dorian Pavus

Isra Lavellan x Solas / Isra Lavellan x Briala

Kelle Lavellan x Dorian Pavus

Tambryn Trevelyan x Josephine Montilyet

Dirthera'an-vir'Theneras'ghilana'Vallavunin x Abelas

Tavian x Iron Bull

Hera Adaar x Vivienne

Sika Adaar x Josephine Montilyet

Raleigh Cadash x Dorian Pavus

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