#dorian pavus fic

[tiiracotta]

I participated in Dragon Age Big Bang 2024 as an artist for a lovely modern AU Adoribull fic 'time will change you' by @slothpoe!

[perplexingly]

I kinda, just want to see what Anders ships fic writers have to offer so my ao3 filters are getting a bit out of hand lol

[asparklethatisblue]

Five years ago @hattedhedgehog and I wrote a Dragon Age fic that was mostly an exploration of Qunari and Tal Vashoth culture, as well as non birth family groups.

I’m still incredibly proud of that fic, and of Tama, the leader of those Tal Vashoth

You can read it here!

[zerosconsort]

Zero's Fic Binding - Exit Light

Exit Light by Dragonflies_and_Katydids (@dragonflies-and-katydids)

Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition

Ship: Iron Bull/Dorian Pavus/Cullen Rutherford

Start Date: 9/13/24

End Date: 9/30/24

Pages: 225

First book bind I'm actually giving to another human. This fic is one of my best friend's favorites - and I found I really liked it too.

Crazy how purple the book cloth looks in photos. It's a DARK navy in person, so the tower and the title POP - but the lightning looks CRAZY cool. It's reflective - the effect is much easier to see in the standing spine photo

The tower is a HUGE theme in this fic - and a good chunk of the story revolves around the fight to not climb up to the top of it and find an alternative way down. I kept that theme for the whole book. The author had quotes at the beginning of every chapter, so those I've pulled out and formatted within the stonework for each chapter headers.

The header for the chapter with the climax of the story is the only header where you see the top of the wall…

Bondage is also a bit of a theme in the fic, ho ho, so there are a few knots and ropes for the page breaks.

Trim for this fucking book was fire. Headbands were also ON FUCKIING POINT.

This book has a sister - it's less attractive, darker sister - for my personal library. I'm so glad I did a trial run. With how small I originally cut everything, the scale of the entire cover was so off that i needed to redo it. AND it cut really horribly because of how small (and complicated) the image was. The color change and the castle angle updated for the real cover is - in my opinion - a great fucking improvement.

Noted to me for next time - this font, dude? Again? REalLy??

Go read Exit Light, and eat through everything Dragonflies has written. They deserve all of those sweet kudos!

[thechildofmythal]

Cullen: *in his office in the morning, attaching his armor piece by piece*

Josephine, Dorian, Vivienne and Leliana: *enter*

Cullen: Uh, good morning? Have you heard of knocking?

Vivienne: Deepest apologies, my dear Commander, but we need to talk about the Orlesian dignitaries who are visiting later today.

Cullen: Can we talk about it a little later? I haven’t had breakfast yet. *fidgets nervously*

Josephine: It won’t take long, Commander.

Leliana: And besides we know you don’t eat breakfast. *eyes suspiciously*

Cullen: *furiously trying to think of something*

Vivienne: The good ambassador has told me that you have refused the dinner invitation and the request to show our guests the barracks.

Cullen: I honestly have work to do, and have no time to be parading around nobles.

Dorian: Do you hear something weird?

Cullen: All I hear is the open door behind you.

Vivienne: But these nobles have deep interest in warfare and you made quite the impact on them at the Winter Palace!

Josephine: And they could be persuaded into sponsoring - I hear something too. Is there a bird upstairs? We really should renovate your roof, Commander.

Leliana: No that is the sound of water. Is someone using your privy upstairs, Commander? *eyebrow lift*

Dorian: *smug grin*

Cullen: *blush* I, uh, I’m sure you’re just hearing noise from outside.

Upstairs: *sound of door opening, steps on the floor, rummaging*

Cullen: *urgently* You know we could continue this discussion at your office, Josephine?

Upstairs: Did you say something, vhenan?

Josephine, Dorian, Vivienne and Leliana: *look at each other and then at Cullen*

Cullen: *covers his face with his hand* No.

Upstairs: No? Well I know you’re not much of a morning person, so fine. Have you seen my trousers?

Vivienne: *about to say something*

Leliana: *stabs Vivienne with her elbow to shut her up*

Dorian: *delighted grin*

Josephine: *having the time of her life*

Cullen: *kicks said trousers from the floor to behind his desk* I don’t know but I definitely think you should stay upstairs for a bit longer.

Upstairs: Oh are you coming back up here? Did you change your mind, Mr. ”I can’t possibly go again yet?”

Cullen: No, no!

Upstairs: Well I suppose twice last night and once this morning is quite a lot.

Dorian: *silent applaud at Cullen*

The ladies: *looking at Cullen from head to toe with very approving nods*

Cullen: Maker’s breath, you’ll be the death of me.

Inquisitor: *slides down the ladder in a flurry of bare legs, wearing no trousers*

Vivienne: Good morning, your worship.

Josephine: I hope you had an invigorating night.

Leliana: And an energising morning.

Dorian: How many times was it for you?

Cullen: Never you mind. *throws the Inquisitor her trousers*

Inquisitor: Six. *catches trousers*

Cullen: *groans and facepalms*

Leliana: Nothing to be embarrassed about, Commander!

Josephine: Six? And three? That’s… amazing.

Dorian: Hell yes it is. *offer to high five with Cullen, switches to the Inquisitor when he doesn’t*

Inquisitor: *high fives Dorian and pulls on trousers* You know you could have said there was someone here.

Cullen: I tried to tell you not to come downstairs.

Inquisitor: Oh I did come downstairs, that was the first one of six, remember?

Cullen: *mortified*

Dorian: *absolutely pissing his pants*

Inquisitor: Anyway, I’ll let you talk about whatever you’re here for.

Vivienne: Oh we wanted to talk to you about the visiting dignitaries too-

Inquisitor: See you in the evening, Cullen, byeee *flees through the open door*

Cullen: I knew everything was going too well for me.

Josephine and Vivienne: *proceed to bombard Cullen with boring questions and duties*

Leliana and Dorian: *continue to insert a lot of double entendres*

[bucket-fucker]

filed under: things that make me cry if i think about them for more than 30 seconds

[sixpomseeds]

rereading some favorites and giggling into my pillow like a true connoisseur

“You've given me the best of you, but now I need the rest of you” by Smallobjects

[teamdilf]

The first chapter of my three-chapter fic looking at the weeks Dorian and Solas were fighting together in Minrathous is now up! A preview:

On account of the whole “Solas probably won’t kill him” thing, he’s taken the task of fighting alongside Solas much of the time; a truly lovely experience that harkens back to the good old days when the worst they fought was a blighted magister. Funny how gods make you nostalgic for blown up temples. Today, they’ve rescued civilians from a swarm of darkspawn, contended with the blighted tentacles, which do seem to show a particular fondness for Solas, and not in the Randy Dowager Quarterly sort of way, and now they’re in the process of clearing a path in a collapsed alleyway using gaatlok swiped from a group of Antaam Tarquin and Ashur downed yesterday.

[doriansbutt]

my boys 🥰

[midmorninggrey]

Banters between Dorian Pavus and Celeste Trevelyan, the Herald of Andraste.

Celeste: Uh. Dorian. How do you sleep at night?

Dorian: Rather poorly, if you must know. The thing they've put on my bed and called a mattress is stuffed with actual horsehair.

Celeste: No. I mean, like, after what we saw.

Dorian: Oh. That.

Dorian: That I drown in copious amounts of drink. I'm afraid I can't recommend it to someone of your delicate age.

Celeste: I don’t like the taste anyway.

Dorian: Herald, after you summon up your charming friends, have you ever considered putting a damper on your mana surge?

Celeste: No.

Dorian: I thought as much. Your ricochet is easy enough for me to counter, obviously, but it does become tedious to untangle our spells after every volley.

Celeste: Um. You could stand farther away.

Dorian: Ah. Brilliant solution.

Celeste: My mom died fighting Darkspawn.

Dorian: Yes, I’d heard that. I’m very sorry.

Celeste: I mean, I’m really sorry about Felix. I liked him.

Dorian: Thank you. I liked him too.

Celeste: Um. Dorian. I have a question – about magic.

Dorian: Lucky for you, here I am.

Celeste: Okay.

Dorian: What was your question?

Celeste: I was, like, thinking about the Anaxas Formula, and, like, the time thing, and I was wondering if a temporal rift could be used as kind of, like, a condenser for necrotic energy. Like, taking into account spiritual drift. And, uh, do you think that could be contained with a modified barrier?

Dorian: The Anaxas Formula? Don’t tell me you’ve been basing your spells off of that old gem.

Celeste: It works.

Dorian: Yes, I suppose, if your goal is to perform Nevarran parlor tricks.

Dorian: Remind me to show you a diagram of the Vadis theory when we return to Skyhold. It’s far more comprehensive.

[justjasper]

Trick or treat! Dorian/Bull if you’re feeling it? :)

Dorian stands in the mouth of the tent, the warmth and quiet from within to his front, the chill and revelry to his back. The Bull sits within, methodically undoing his leg brace.

“Your absence has been noted,” Dorian says. He stands on the threshold, a decision to be made for the night to come – an inconsequential thing in the grand scheme of this grand adventure, but a decision none the less.

His choice is made when the Bull looks to him, smile crooked and inviting. Dorian steps forward and lets the tent flap close heavily behind him.

“The boys will be fine without me,” the Bull says, “more or less.”

Dorian hums thoughtfully, bending to unbuckle each of his boots so he can slip of of them. The Bull goes back to his brace, but Dorian would be a fool to think he’s not still being watched. He makes a show of it, of course – undoing the clasps and buckles of his outfit with purpose.

“Of course, this has nothing to do with them telling ghost stories, hm?”

The Bull pauses – and it’s a heavy thing, because it is so deliberate, that the Bull lets him see the reaction to this, that he doesn’t hide it. Hissrad, he thinks. A thing more and more untrue between them.

“Not feeling it,” the Bull says, as he leans back against the blankets and pillows strewn about. He does not say it’s been a month since we walked in the Fade. He does not say I did not see spiders. He does not say madness, or temptation.

“Perhaps I can inspire you to feel something else,” Dorian says, as he comes to straddle the Bull, taking his place in his lap. The Bull spreads his huge hands across his back, easing him down to kiss him.

“Now that I’m into, big guy.”

— — —

🧡 Prompt Me 💜 Read More

[lethendralis-paints]

Had an awesome opportunity to paint a fic illustration for @cypheroftyr. This one features Dorian, Fenris, Leto (Fenris's au twin who became the Tevinter archon) and Anders, having some difficult conversations over dinner. Loved bringing this scene to life!

[sewerpigeonart]

“You sent me ahead, and then you didn’t follow. For a moment I was certain you weren’t going to. I thought I’d lost you.”

“Dorian…” His golden gaze burned like the setting sun as he brought a hand to his cheek, an intimate gesture, meaningful—Dorian was still getting used to those kinds of touches. “I will always make my way back to you.”

The words carried a breathtaking weight, and for a moment Dorian had trouble getting his bearings. Then he laughed sadly. “Pretty words, amatus, but due to the nature of our predicament I’m not so sure you’re in a position to be making such promises.”

“Hold on to that faith you said you had in me.”

[elvhenfaer]

I’m writing a banquet chapter and I wanted to create a visual representation of what Dorian will be wearing in said chapter.

P.S. yes, Amheotil is going to lose his damn mind.

[inquisimer]

fan work friday

thank you for the tags @dreadfutures @about2dance and @greypetrel!

Rules: If you’re tagged, MAKE A NEW POST to showcase one fanartist and/or fanfic for any fandom you recommend (with links), and tag someone to give their recs next! Don’t forget to reblog the rec you were tagged in, and include these rules! :) Bonus: Choose works by people you aren’t super tight with, or choose older works that maybe haven’t gotten some love in a while. :)

there is no god but they'll kill you for him by tenderest (@tendertieflings)

Female Lavellan & Dorian Pavus, Female Lavellan/Solas | G | 5116 words | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Summary: Women like Lavellan are dangerous. Women like her topple entire nations out of the goodness of their hearts.

For all your angst-ridden "Dorian & Lavellan deal with the mess of the world and everything that happened with Solavellan post-Trespasser" needs, look no further. It's a bit of a character study for both Lavellan and Dorian, and it highlights how messy good decisions can turn in the right (worst) circumstances. The story packs a gut-punch at every turn and the Dorian & Lavellan friendship is heartwrenching and authentic to both their characters and the trials and tribulations they shared throughout and beyond Inquisition. Solas haunts every corner of the narrative and the implications of that had me chewing on this story long after I actually finished reading it.

Tagging forward to: @oxygenforthewicked | @exalted-dawn-drabbles | @rosella-writes | @plisuu | and @hollytree33

[thechildofmythal]

Inquisitor: (Minding her business)

Dorian: Inquisitor! What are you doing here?!

Inquisitor: Uh minding my own business?

Dorian: NO

Inquisitor: No?

Dorian: We need to GO! You need to come with me right now!

Inquisitor: Maker’s breath what’s going on? Is someone hurt? Are we under attack?

Dorian: No, nothing like that but you need to come with me! Come on!

Inquisitor: What in the world? Why can’t you tell me?

Dorian: There’s no time, you might miss it!

Inquisitor: Miss what?

Dorian: Since when have you been so obstinate? Let’s put it this way: if you found out about it later and that I didn’t come and get you, you’d want to punish me for it, and despite what you may think I’m not into that.

Inquisitor: …

Dorian: COME ON!

Inquisitor: FINE I’M COMING

[ Dorian drags the Inquisitor to the battlements to look down at the Skyhold training area. A handful of Inquisition officers are sparring there - with none other than Commander Cullen, wearing his boots, trousers and a loose undershirt, wielding a training sword against two of his officers. ]

Dorian: What did I tell you?

Inquisitor: You are a good friend, Dorian.

Dorian: Best. Best friend.

Inquisitor: You are my best friend, Dorian. Oh heavens, is he taking - oh he took his shirt off.

Dorian: Can you stand?

Inquisitor: No guarantees.

Dorian: You look like you feel this man in your ovaries.

Inquisitor: That’s… that’s an excellent way of putting it, Dorian.

Dorian: Oh, I think he noticed you.

Inquisitor: Us.

Dorian: Hmm?

Inquisitor: He noticed us. You’re here too.

Dorian: Darling, if I had ovaries I’d want to make babies with him too, I mean, look at him.

Inquisitor: Yeah. I am looking at him.

Dorian: Did he just pour water on himself? He did that on purpose.

Inquisitor: That’s it. I’m done. My brain is gone. Nothing but ovaries now.