#leandra rutherford

[cobycobsy2k]

If you go to Belladonna Cove you should be very careful with the Rutherford family, there are several mysteries that surround this family from the presumed disappearance of 10 girls by Marissa to win Jason's heart, Geoff's slightly strange behavior when he They reject or the crazy theory that Leandra is kidnapped by Kenneth, is it true that they are werewolves?

[ashenlavellan]

Dragon Age Universe [Protagonists]

This post will be a detailed introduction to my Hero of Ferelden, Champion of Kirkwall, and Inquisitor within the universe of Dragon Age - However, the last one that will be added shall be my "Rook," based on Dragon Age: The Veilguard.

[Details could be subject to change once more information is released on background]

Name: Ceren Azra Tabris

Nickname/Alias: Ceri (A nickname that Leliana suggested, used later on to conceal her true identity in order to travel) / "Mia dea," which translate to "my goddess" - only Zevran calls her this

Zodiac Sign: Pisces Sun | Libra Moon | Scorpio Rising

Pronouns: She/Her

Lineage: Elven (Born and raised in Denerim - Ferelden) / (Becomes the Arlessa of Amaranthine during DA: Awakening)

Class: Rogue - Archer

Romance: Zevran Arainai

Closest Friends: Alistair Theirin, Morrigan, and Sten.

Tattoos/Scars: Callused hands from using a bow and scarring on her back after having been captured and held in the prison cells of Fort Drakon. Later on, the scar tissue is covered with the emblem of the Grey Wardens' tattooed onto her back.

Notable appearance details: A faint scar along her left cheekbone after an arrow grazed her face during the skirmish from the Landsmeet.

Extra: Ceren's father, Cyrion, was born and raised in Ferelden while her mother was born in Rivain. She is supposed to be half-Fereldan/half-Rivaini - however, based on real life, she would be half-Welsh/half-Turkish.

During the events of Dragon Age: Inquisition - Trespasser, Ceren and Zevran give birth to their only child - a daughter, named Aylin Eda Arainai. Aylin is seven years old by the time Dragon Age: The Veilguard takes place.

Name: Lysandra Brynhildr Hawke

Nickname/Alias: Lys (all of her friends use this nickname halfway through Act 1), Lysa (Only Carver and Bethany called her by this nickname - Carver more frequently after Act 1), and Mitt hjärta (Fenris uses this after she teaches him some of her mother tongue - translates to "my heart")

Zodiac Sign: Taurus Sun | Aquarius Moon | Sagittarius Rising

Pronouns: She/Her

Lineage: Human (Born and raised in Ferelden - Becomes a noblewoman in the Free Marches / Maternal side was formerly nobility)

Class: Mage - Spirit Healer is main specialization

Romance: Fenris

Closest Friends: Varric Tethras, Isabela, and Merrill Sabrae.

Tattoos/Scars: Jagged scarring along her abdomen after she had been caught by the Arishok, who had pierced her abdomen with his blade. She had been quick to heal the injury, but not enough to prevent major scarring.

Notable appearance details: A noticeable beauty mark on her right temple, along the edge of her eyebrow. Not as noticeable, but also has fainter ones on her collarbone and left breast.

Extra: Lysandra and her mother, Leandra, were the only ones with bright, crimson hair - Bethany and Carver inherited their darker hair tone from their father, Malcolm Hawke.

Shortly before the events of Trespasser, Lysandra and Fenris welcome their only child to the world and they name their son Frey Sindri Hawke. Frey will be nine years old by the time Dragon Age: The Veilguard takes place.

Name: Juniper Gwynivere Lavellan

Nickname/Alias: Juni (Only members of Clan Lavellan call her by this name) and Gwyn (Only those closest to her can call her this name - Keeper Deshanna, Cullen, and Dorian).

Zodiac Sign: Cancer Sun | Virgo Moon | Pisces Rising

Pronouns: She/They

Lineage: Elven (Dalish - She was born in the Free Marches and traveled from Kirkwall to Wycome)

Class: Mage - Arcane Warrior (otherwise known as a Knight-Enchanter)

Romance: Cullen Rutherford

Closest Friends: Dorian Pavus, Varric Tethras, and Cole.

Tattoos/Scars (Notable Appearance Details): Vallaslin on her face for the markings of Mythal; a soft shade of green, which is her favorite color on her freckled cheeks. After the amputation of her arm, where she once could control the tears in the veil, there is noticeable scar tissue around the stump before she has a prosthetic.

Extra: She is on the spectrum for autism, albeit high-functioning, and she is aware of what can be a trigger for her and cause her to shut-down. Most of her inner circle quickly realizes what can set her off and calm her, but they keep it low-key so enemies of the Inquisition don't use it against her.

A year after the defeat of Corypheus, Juniper and Cullen welcome their first child - a daughter named Amaryllis Calla Rutherford, who is two years old by the time of DA: Trespasser. Their second child, another daughter, is born a year after and she is named Alyssa Jasmine Rutherford. [During the events of Dragon Age: The Veilguard, Amaryllis is nine years old while Alyssa is six years old.

Name: Lucretia Elena Mercar

Nickname/Alias: Luce (Only her closest friends are allowed to call her by this name - no one else)

Zodiac Sign: [Subject to change] / [Redacted]

Pronouns: She/Her

Lineage: Elven (Minrathous - Tevinter / Unknown details [Subject to change])

Faction: Shadow Dragons

Class: Mage - Evoker (Specialization with elemental magic)

Potential Romance: Lucanis Dellamorte

Potential Friendships: Bellara Lutare and Scout Harding

Potential Rivalries: Neve Gallus and Emmrich Volkarin

Notable Appearance Details: Natural hair color is as white as snow and an unnatural eye color that's the shade of [redacted].

Extra: Lucretia was the illegitimate child of an elven slave and a magister - however, her mother hid her away the second she showed signs of magic so they couldn't be separated.

The second her magic manifested, however, in a rare case - her natural eye color had changed and had become a shade of [redacted].

[greypetrel]

"Wrong playground, candysucker."

@dungeons-and-dragon-age asked about the Hawke kids so there you go. All the gang of kids reunited under their rightful Raccoon General (self-proclaimed).

Featuring Leandra's stubborn trials to keep her feminine and ladylike. "You CAN go play softball, but you're not cutting your hair!" "But MOOOOOOOOM!"

Allegedly giving her a baseball bat wasn't the best idea ever, but it helped some parents realise that no, mages weren't the biggest problem around.

The Gang usually is bigger when the other Rutherfords are around, but none of the other kids dares to say anything to Mia, so this kind of situation doesn't happen when she's around.

Moral of the story: don't give command to the one Rogue around, even if she's technically the oldest.

[blog-about-daemons]

DRAGON AGE INQUISITION DAEMON AU (Part 1)

Cassandra Pentaghast + Faithe (she/her)

Settled as a Secretary Bird, Faithe's name was taken from the word "Faith". Although both Cassandra and her daemon project a tough exterior, Faithe is often the softer of the two, though she too won't hesitate to protect what she values.

Varric Tethras + Winifred (she/they)

Settled as an Irish Wolfhound, Winifred's name has many meanings, though for Varric's case, her name means "Blessed Reconciliation". Like any dwarf's daemon, Winifred is able to travel great distances from Varric while still being connected to him... though just like Varric, she would much prefer to stay sitting all warm and cozy by the fireplace of Skyhold.

Josephine Montilyet + Ireneaus (he/him)

Settled as a Cotton-Top Tamarin, Ireneaus' name means "Peace". Clever, sharp-eyed, and althogether charming, he matches beautifully with Josephine's equal charm and skill.

Leliana + Kirithan (he/him)

Settled as Superb Starling, Kirithan's name means "Songs of Worship". A strikingly colorful form, he is not what most people expect from Leliana's daemon.

Cullen Rutherford + Leandra (she/her)

Settled as an American Staffordshire Terrier, Leandra's name often means "Lion", as ironic as that is. She carries many of the scars that Cullen tries in vain to hide, though her appearance is deceiving; she is a sweetheart.

[ao3feed-fenders]

vertigo

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/JDq9FmL

by feathermage

An ex-slave who hates mages and a mage who despises him for it—it was a much easier tale to spin for a Seeker of Truth. The reality was more complicated. There was fear and mistrust, bitterness and anger. But there was also gradual acceptance, tentative friendship, and hard-won love that took seven years to flourish.

Anders said a lot of things about love over those years—promises to drown the city in blood to keep the one he loved safe, rules he would cherish breaking, and his one bright light in Kirkwall.

Except that he didn't say any of this to Hawke. He said it to Fenris.

Words: 6100, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age II, Dragon Age: Inquisition

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Anders (Dragon Age), Fenris (Dragon Age), Male Hawke (Dragon Age), Varric Tethras, Merrill (Dragon Age), Isabela (Dragon Age), Aveline Vallen, Carver Hawke, Bethany Hawke, Leandra Hawke, Sebastian Vael, Cullen Rutherford, Tallis (Dragon Age), Solona Amell, Nathaniel Howe, Velanna (Dragon Age), Oghren (Dragon Age), Male Lavellan (Dragon Age), Jos Lavellan, Original Characters, Mage Hawke

Relationships: Anders/Fenris (Dragon Age), Anders/Fenris/Justice (Dragon Age), Fenris/Justice (Dragon Age), minor Hawke/Fenris - Relationship, Minor Anders/Hawke - Relationship

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Lovers to Friends, Canon Setting, Canon Compliant With Minor Divergences, Canon-Typical Violence, Tranquility (Not Anders), Unrequited Love, Complicated Relationships, Learning to trust, Slavery, Amoral Characters, nothing is black and white, Whump, Both Twins Are Alive, Grey Wardens, Blood Magic, Mage Rights, Mage Rebellion (Dragon Age), Blood Magic (Dragon Age), Original Content - Freeform, Unique Quests With Minimal Retelling, No Animal Harm, Dysfunctional Relationships, Found Family Dynamics, POV Fenris (Dragon Age), POV Anders (Dragon Age), minor Hawke POV, POV Alternating, Mental Health Issues, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Demons, The Fade (Dragon Age), Survival Horror, The Deep Roads

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/JDq9FmL

[yvltcims]

Welcome to Belladonna Cove! Pt. I

Or rather, Taradonna Cove. It’s Tara’s world and we’re all just living in it. Let's meet the main cast!

deBateau household

It had been a long time since Armand last had any luck in the love department, but things have changed recently. He has found a way to soften the hardened heart of Kimberly Cordial, now Kimberly deBateau - yes, Armand has remarried! They tied the knot at the deBateau apartment and no expense was spared in what was the event of the year among Belladonna Cove’s high society. Soon, they welcomed their baby boy Vicente to the world. Vicente is not the only new addition to the family, though. There’s also a four-legged companion named Fluflu, once a stray dog. Neither Armand nor Tara could resist such cuteness! Speaking of, where is Tara, our supposed main character? She has grown quite close to Justin Cleveland, who she had been helping with his studies, and the two became best friends. Best friends was all Tara wanted to be, Justin on the other hand… Their friendship took a big, big hit when, just before leaving for university, Justin made his move - and was promptly rejected. The “Kiss Debacle”, as Justin calls it, unfortunately meant it was best for the two to go their separate ways, at least for a while they settle at Sim State University, and ruined their plans to share a house. Much to her disliking, Tara moved into a dorm. Going to the same university with your best friend was supposed to be a great experience, but it turned into a complete disaster.

Cleveland household

It’s best we hear Justin’s side too. All his life his parents had put immense pressure on him. All he wants is to be a normal teenager, have fun, have friends, fall in love, instead he has to study, study, study and the military isn’t helping, either. Tara is the only person that makes him feel happy. When she is around it’s like he goes on a vacation from his life to a paradise world. He wanted to tell her how he felt, but he was too shy and let it drag on and on until they almost went to university. Both of them would enrol at Sim State and the plan was to share a rental house. He thought being housemates would just make it more and more weird and complicated, so he found the courage to kiss her just as school was ending. However, we already know the outcome. Off to a different dorm it is. It’s best not to be too harsh on Justin, though. It’s not like he ever had a proper example of what a relationship is. He knows his parents’ relationship is a sham, they don’t like each other, they aren’t affectionate, it’s all to keep appearances. The Marissa Cleveland, daughter of Kenneth and Leandra Rutherford, could not be seen having anything other than a traditional family, and definitely could not be seen having midnight escapades with Jessica Peterson. A Rutherford in a same-sex relationship would be bad enough, in a same-sex relationship with Jessica Peterson?! That would be their demise. Thus they keep their relationship locked behind closed doors. Multiple closed doors, in fact, they cannot under any circumstances be seen together. Her “husband” Jason is also free to explore his own homosexuality (well, as free as a bearding marriage allows) and has found a more or less committed partner in Joaquim Noto.

Next up, the secondary characters...

[sasseffects]

LMAO I realize there's literally six days left of the poll but twenty of you have engaged my little goblin brain so here you go!! one of the Dragon Age 2 fanfiction scraps, just for y'all! under a break for length, context for the scrap provided

OKAY SO CONTEXT BEFORE WE GO FURTHER I remember wanting to play with the "modern girl in thedas" trope a bit- my character, Tess, decided to keep quiet about her knowledge of the games and pull strings as best as she could on her own. But she kept a diary iirc, and Hawke found it. So even though Leandra's death was thwarted, Hawke is pissed.

PS- Tiptoe is Hawke's mabari PPS- it's my personal headcanon that everyone in the DA2 crew was at least a little in love with everyone else. This was going to be a Fenris/OFC/Varric longfic, spanning DA2 into DAI. If the scraps go over well (I've got like, four-ish? five??) I may try turning them into something. lmk what you think!

Hawke’s eyes narrowed and he scowled, stalking towards me. “You knew. You fucking knew my mother was being courted by the blood mage that had been kidnapping and murdering women and you said nothing!”

I saw the swing coming. I could’ve dodged it, but instead I chose to lean into Hawke’s fist as it slammed into my left cheek, the momentum sending me spinning into a low table. My hands reached out to catch my fall, and I upended both the table as well as a vase in the process - one of Leandra’s favorites, I distantly recalled. It smashed into dozens of shards on the tiled floor, and I landed on the sharp pieces littering the ground; they dug painfully into the skin of my palms, the tiny pricks causing small red cuts to bloom.

Silence reigned for a moment, Hawke’s wide, startled eyes meeting mine. I could already feel the skin on my left cheek swelling, a ring on his finger leaving a deep cut just under my eye. Anger quickly overrode my surprise however, and I turned a glare his way.

“Feel better?” I demanded, carefully extricating myself from the upended table and shattered porcelain. “We’ve been over this before, Hawke. I can’t tell you everything I know because then things change in ways I can’t prepare for.

“Your mother is alive and well, sleeping in her room. She’s healthy, whole, and breathing. Her severed head hasn’t been attached to the pieces of the other missing women like the world’s worst jigsaw puzzle and animated by fucking blood magic because I saved her.” I was up in Hawke’s personal space now, bloodied finger poking his chest for emphasis. His face had lost all color, eyes alight with horror. Guilt was sitting in the back of my mind, trying to get me to calm down, but I was beyond caring at this point. Hawke wanted to know what I knew? Fine.

“You know what else, Hawke?” I asked, my voice rising in pitch. “You know what else I’ve kept quiet about because I’ve been so fucking careful about your feelings all these years? Your family, your entire family, is supposed to leave you. Your parents, Bethany, Carver, all of them. I wasn’t there for Bethany or Malcolm. But Carver? Why do you think I sided with your mother about him not going to the Deep Roads? He was going to contract the Taint and die. That was the only way out of there for him unless you’d also taken Anders with you, and then the fucking best case scenario was your baby brother being made a Grey Warden and getting sent to Weisshaupt. So I made sure he didn’t go, and he became a templar instead. I think him working with Cullen Rutherford is a pretty good fucking step above dying in some Maker-forsaken abandoned thaig or living a half-life fighting fucking darkspawn!”

Hawke looked like he was going to vomit, but I didn’t stop talking, though I did start walking towards the door. My cheek hurt, and either tears or swelling were making it difficult to see. Probably both. I think the cuts on my hands were also starting to leave dots of blood on the tile. I’d have to apologize to Orana later.

“But the worst thing, Hawke? The worst fucking thing I know? Is that Anders is supposed to leave you too. And I’m working on making sure that doesn’t happen because you are in love with him, and enough has already changed because of me that I think his leaving would break you. Because Kirkwall needs you, and will continue to need you. So I’m going to keep doing what I need to do in order to support you, and our friends, and this city, and the Free Marches, and Thedas, whether you fucking like it or not, you goddamn fucking asshole!”

I’d grabbed the bedroom’s door knob and stepped into the hallway by the end of my tirade, and I slammed the door behind me as hard as my stinging hands would allow before storming down the stairs towards Hawke’s front door. I was silently thankful that Orana, Bodhan, and Sandal were either out or willfully ignoring the exchange and Tiptoe was guarding Leandra; no one caught sight of my walk of shame out of the house. Hawke did not follow me.

Once I was outside, I had to decide where to go. I already knew I wasn’t going to tell anyone Hawke had hurt me; I wasn’t going to color anyone’s opinions of him with tensions so high in the city. The Qunari uprising was only months away and Meredith didn’t need the “Hawke beats people up when in a fit of pique” rationale in her back pocket.

Fenris’ place was closest, but he was likely in Lowtown with the others at the Hanged Man. But going to the Hanged Man meant seeing Varric, and putting those two together when I had an injury and an undisclosed assailant was unwise. They’d poke holes in my story faster than I could string it together. Fenris and Varric adored Hawke; They were both in love with him just as much as I was in love with them and I couldn’t taint his image for them. Of course Hawke wasn’t infallible; Hawke made mistakes. He made bad calls, accidentally set off traps, got his shit wrecked by surprise dragons at the Bone Pit. But Hawke didn’t hit his friends or shove them into furniture when he was upset. I wanted to, had to believe this was a one-off incident caused by the stress of nearly losing his mother. But that didn’t mean I was going to stick around to let it happen to me again.

I can pull strings from the shadows, I thought, my feet headed towards Lowtown despite my reservations. I think. I would just have to be somewhere else while I did it. I could still be in Kirkwall, just maybe not as close to the action?

All of Kirkwall is close to the action, Tess, I mentally reminded myself, choosing to enter the Hanged Man from the kitchen side, out of view of patrons, keen-eyed dwarves, and lyrium-branded elves. I knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. I can write clues down, give vague dates, leave it in a book for them, and let Hawke figure this shit out on his own. Then get my ass to down Haven and wait for Solas to fuck up and go from there. Maybe if I intervene early enough I can even help Felassan- 

“Tess?” Norah’s voice cut through my mental wanderings. I looked up to meet her horrified gaze. “Maker’s breath, Tess, what happened? Did someone attack you? Come inside.”

oh my god I found some very indulgent Dragon Age 2 fanfic scraps from like, five years ago while cleaning out my google drive

[dragonfartart]

Aveline doesn’t know Garrett as well as Bethany does... and Cullen didn’t know that he was introducing himself to his worst nightmare ( ͡❛ ͜ʖ ͡❛)

[Ita version]

[diamondfoxhound]

Kathleen meeting her second-cousins, Garrett & Marian at Skyhold

Kathleen: Garrett, what the hell are you doing?

Garrett, on top of the barn: Not going to backflip off the barn.

Marian, beside Kathleen: DO IT GARRETT! I DARE YOU!

Kathleen: Marian! Don't tempt him!

Garrett: Now I have to! I've been dared!

Kathleen, shaking her head: You're both going to get yourselves killed. . .

[shannaraisles]

In Marcher Fields - Chapter 9

Poppy Hawke was never the daughter her mother wanted, the sister her twin preferred, the hero Kirkwall desired. They do not see the woman who stands between them and the chaos that threatens. No one takes the time to look, until she crosses the path of a certain Knight-Captain with demons of his own to battle …

[Read on AO3]

Warning - this chapter has references to attempted suicide, both past and present. Nothing explicit, but worth being aware of.

Chapter Nine

9:34 Dragon, Harvestmere

"Hawke's mother died in her arms tonight. Find her."

But where to begin to look? Cullen had not expected his duty-shift to end with the tattooed elf warrior emerging from the shadows by the gate to deliver that very terse message to him. Why him? Why wasn't she with her friends, her brother? Had she given them the slip all over again, just like ...

Just like last time.

One thought, one memory, and he knew exactly where to look. He had rushed through his final duties, stripped out of his armor in a hurry, left the Gallows in the pouring rain. The last time Poppy had lost someone close to her heart, she had attempted something he had never managed to draw a promise from her not to try again. Indeed, that attempt was the only reason they had found the connection they shared - he had interrupted it, prevented it, stayed with her through the long hours of her first grief over the loss of her little sister. He knew the relationship with her mother was not the close bond Poppy wanted ... would that make her grief over this loss better or worse?

Heedless of the dark clouds overhead, the rain soaking through his cloak and into the holes in his boots, he hurried on through the empty streets. Not even Kirkwall's underclasses were out in a storm like this. Down to the Docks, past the usual haunts, the familiar tavern that kept secrets with the best of them, right down to the loading pontoons and beyond, to the empty stretch of forgotten wall. He hadn't been down here in four years; didn't know why he'd come this way on that fateful night in the first place. But it was the best decision he had ever made.

Squinting through the rain, he peered into the darkness ... and there she was.

A huddled shape, seeming so much smaller than the proud Hawke the city knew, standing right on the edge of the wall, her eyes fixed on the choppy blackness of the water below. Lightning cracked across the sky, dragging the deafening thunder in its wake, and he saw the twist of guilt and grief on her face. His heart thumped, terror at what she might do when he was just a few steps away squeezing the breath from his body. He accelerated.

"Poppy!"

He barely heard his own voice above the roar of the storm, but she did. He saw the hesitation ripple through her form, saw her head rise from the water to send her gaze out across the harbor. Her weight shifted dangerously ... but he was there, large hands seizing her shoulders to pull her back from the brink, spinning her sodden form about to wrap her close against his chest.

"Don't," he breathed against her ear. "Please ... don't ..."

Poppy shuddered in his arms. He knew she could feel the pounding of his heart through the dripping layers of cloth and leather that separated them, the terror-stricken tightness of his grasp barely allowing her room to raise her own arms to wrap about his waist and cling to him as he felt her sob against his neck. And a part of him was ashamed of the relief he felt as she cried. Last time, when her sister had died, there had been no tears, no outward sign of grief but for the purpose in her step as she had tried to walk into the ocean. This time, she was feeling it, all the raw pain and guilt and aching helplessness, and he was there to hold her against it as the rain lashed at them.

"M-my mo-"

"I know," he told her simply, rubbing his hand roughly against the sodden cloak covering her back. "Come away, Poppy."

For a long moment, she was perfectly still. Then he felt her nod against his neck, felt her weight shift to let him tuck her close against his side and draw her from the precipice she had twice now contemplated in the lonely darkness. With careful steps, he guided her back to the wharf, along the abandoned street to the familiar inn that had been their refuge for four years. The tavern owner took one look at them and turned the other way, but his wife bustled out from behind the bar to promise a hot bath and a hot meal sent to their room before Cullen managed to steer Poppy to the stairs.

She was silent under his arm, a leaden weight that needed only a slight pull to change her direction or bring her to a halt. The kohl that rimmed her eyes was streaked down her face, more by her tears than by the rain; her hair was plastered to her head and cheeks. There was no life in her, none of the simmering emotion he had come to expect from the woman who had given him so much. She didn't fight him as he stripped her of cloak and clothes, wrapping her in a blanket while serving maids brought up a bath and filled it with steaming water. She barely even seemed to notice as he lowered her into the hot bath, as her skin flushed mottled pink and white with heat and cold as he gently washed the dirt from her limbs and hair and face.

Maker's blood, what was wrong with this city, with these people? These past months had grown steadily darker, more fraught with dangers, and in the center of it all was Poppy, doing the best she could to hold some semblance of peace and normality together as intrigues and schemes tore at it as hounds attacked a cornered lamb. The Chantry's involvement in the death of the viscount's son, the Qunari's constant rumblings ... she had been pushed to the heart of all those matters, and now, just when the city needed her to function, needed her to be able to stand up and command what was left of the right thinking and peace-minded ...

Cullen forced himself not to growl as he worked the soap through her honeyed brown hair, washing away blood and soot and greenish-black ichor he recognized as demon spawned. Hawke's mother died in her arms tonight. That was what the elf had said, nothing more, yet the presence of so much of the demon gore, so much blood ... Cullen could make a guess at what had happened. He had listened to Emeric's suspicions, though Meredith had not allowed action to be taken. He had heard of the missing women, of only separated body parts ever being found of them. He knew of Emeric's certainty in the evidence of advanced blood magic being practiced, and of the old templar's death as he pursued his suspicions. He knew Poppy had been hunting the murderer. It seemed the murderer had found her first - perhaps even targeted her mother in the foolish assumption that the Hawke twins would not come for him.

No doubt Alex was deep in his cups, watched over by the dwarf and the pirate and even the elven mage, yet they had not been able to find Poppy. She was Cullen's responsibility, here in the wake of yet more death, and he did not even spare a moment to wonder how the elven warrior had known to send him looking for her.

He ached for her, here and now, his silently grieving lover, not knowing what he could do or say to help her find her way back to him from the darkness that clouded her mind and heart. So he did what he could, however poor his efforts seemed to his own mind.

With hands that were gentle despite the weapon calluses that marked his touch, he washed the soap from her hair, the kohl from her face, the dirt and blood from her limbs. He dried her, dressed her in the only dry piece of clothing in the room - a forgotten shirt he had left behind him weeks ago when he had overslept. He urged her to eat when the tavern keeper's wife herself brought soup and fresh bread to them, grateful to the kind woman for having found dry clothes for them both. And when, finally, they were both dry and warm, he drew Poppy down onto the bed, wrapping her in his arms beneath the blankets, listening to the rain against the window and her shuddering breath in the darkness.

And finally, she spoke.

"It was terrible," she whispered, her voice hoarse from a throat held closed for too long. "No one deserves to die like that. She didn't deserve ..."

Cullen pressed his lips to her brow, glad to feel her shaking in his arms. Perhaps it was cruel of him, to be glad that she was feeling this so keenly, but he had not felt such heart-clenching terror in his life as had gripped him when she was silent and still. The tears, the pain, the physical sign that she was not lost forever in her own self-recriminations ... they were a sweetness she would not appreciate until long after the wound had begun to heal. A kindness he had not allowed himself in the aftermath of his own trauma, and he knew where that dark path would lead.

"Tell me," he urged gently, remembering how the simple act of sharing what had happened to him had lifted some of the burden he carried from his shoulders.

She had been the first one to ask, to listen to his tale of Kinloch and the horrors that still haunted him. It was a gift he had hoped he would never have cause to repay her in kind, yet here was that moment he had dreaded. All he could do was listen, and hope that she found some solace in speaking the words aloud.

Yet it took all his strength not to speak as she told him of her mother's suitor, of the race through the city and into the sewers, of the grisly horrors she had found in the blood mage's lair. All his endurance not to clasp her so tight that she could not breathe as she described to him the arrogance of the apostate who had butchered her mother - and so many others - to create an abomination of mortal flesh. The brutal fighting against demons and shades, the twisted remainders of the women who had lost their lives to one man's hubris and cruel selfishness, was nothing when set against the description of how Leandra had finally died, wrapped in the arms of the daughter she had dismissed, clasping the hands of the son she adored.

The last words of the woman were a harsh cruelty Cullen wished he could snatch away; words that would be etched in Poppy's heart for eternity, a constant reminder of how she had failed the mother who had failed her. My little girl has become so strong. I love you. You've always made me so proud ...

"Alex, he ... he was so angry with me." Poppy rubbed her face against his shoulder, clinging to him as her tale drew to a close. "He said, he said I should have taken better care of her. He was right, I -"

"No."

Cullen silenced her with a single word, a single finger pressed to her lips as he looked into summer sky eyes darkened with painful clouds.

"What happened ... Poppy, it was not your fault," he told her, as gentle as he was firm. "It was no one's fault but the man who did it. Be glad your mother did not die forgotten and abandoned. She knew you had come for her, you and your brother. She did not die alone. Alex is grieving, just as you are, but the bond between you is too deep to be torn asunder. He will be feeling this as a failure, exactly as you do."

"But she never ... all my life, she never once said she was proud of me, and ..."

"Shhh ..."

He gathered her closer into his arms, cursing in the silence of his mind all magic and mages, the Chantry, the Qunari, Leandra Hawke, everyone who had ever hurt this special woman who sobbed into his embrace. Cursing the city that was one fool away from utter chaos, because Poppy and her brother were the only ones who seemed able to stand up and fight for peace. And even they might not be able to summon the strength for that after this gut-wrenching tragedy.

"I cannot begin to understand or explain her for you," he murmured, "but believe me when I tell you this. No woman ever bore a daughter more lovely, more capable, more formidable than Leandra Hawke’s eldest child. You have become the beating heart of this city, and the people know it. The mages trust you, a great many of the templars trust you, the viscount trusts you, the people trust you. Fereldan or Marcher, you are the beacon they turn to because of the woman you are. She may never have said it before it was too late, but I do not doubt your mother loved you and was proud of the woman you became under her hand."

Poppy almost laughed through her tears, disbelief warring with hope in her tearful gaze as she met his fervent eyes.

"How can you possibly be so sure of that?" she asked, as if longing for some clear response, some answer that would put all this chaos and pain into a true perspective for her once again.

He stroked her damp hair back from her face, lips tenderly brushing her brow, her nose, his forehead finding a soft press against her own. What could he say? What could he possibly give her that would lend some strength for the dark days to come? He had nothing to offer her - no land, no title, no safe haven where she could live and forget the pain these past years had given her. All he had was himself, and a sudden certainty deep in his soul that he should have accepted years ago.

His lips touched hers, pouring into a kiss the warmth in his heart, drawing from the sweetness of her embrace the courage to say it aloud.

"Because I know you, Poppy Hawke," he whispered fiercely in the darkness. "Because I love you."

[cobycobsy2k]

Alternative, Season 1 Penultimate Episode part 2 of 3: "Mr and Mrs Rutherford"

Goth mansion

Mortimer and Bella have decided to remodel the mansion, as they wanted to focus on giving the place a makeover. On the one hand Cassandra and Don are taking a work trip to Strangertown, and on the other hand, Alexander is investigating more about how to save his girlfriend.

Bella: I've thought about placing gargoyles as decoration! Although I don't know, it would sound a bit strange

Alexander: Mom I think it would be nice to put gargoyles, you have always loved Gargoyles!

Mortimer: Honey, John Smith just called, said that in the afternoon he is going to help us with the boxes and cough up my inventions, we can't let other people see what I have prepared!

Bella (Hugging her husband): Honey, that's why we're doing this discreet move, Alex and I will go first with John Smith and the others, while you'll go tonight, but how will you do it? ..

Mortimer (Kissing Bella): Bella, don't you remember I'm a vampire? I can turn into a bat and fly to the Tricou mansion!

Alexander: Won't that wear you out too much father?

Mortimer started to laugh as he approached his son.

Mortimer: Alex, I never get tired! Well, most of the time haha... But now that I'm taking the Elixir of Life, I feel younger every day! Why don't you go check your email? ?

The young man left the mansion to check if letters had arrived, when he opened the mailbox, there was a letter that caught his attention.

ALexander (Reading): "I'm waiting for you in front of the Veronaville market, I have information that may interest you... Sincerely: Leandra Rutherford"... Is this a trap? I don't think so...

x: THERE YOU ARE ALEXANDER GOTH!!, Did you think I wouldn't realize that you forgot about me!?

Turning to see, Alexander saw Parker Langerak, who was running towards him very angry.

Parker (Angry): Where have you been, huh? You don't know how many nights I haven't slept well without hearing from you!... The last thing I heard from you was when we were at the entrance of that Sorority!

Alexander (Embarrassed): Parker... I'm sorry, I'm in a big problem... It turns out that a psychopath wants to hurt my girlfriend and my family, I haven't had time to communicate with you or to rest... sorry

That calmed Parker down a bit and he decided to give Alexander his support.

Parker: The one who should apologize is me Alex, I was very worried... I thought you would never come back or that you just forgot about the others... but I want you to know that I will support you, if you need help, please let me know!

Alexander: Thank you parker... you are very special to me!

Later

In Veronaville, House of Titania Summerdream and Oberon Gossamer

Titania (kissing Contessa): I can't believe we had a great time! Thank you so much for coming to my party!

Contessa: You're welcome, Precious! You know I can be there for you when you need it most.

Titania and Contessa continued kissing on the sofa, while outside the house, Leandra and Alexander walked towards the door.

Alexander (A little confused): And who made that love potion? And how did you break that spell?

Leandra: The potion was made by this fairy witch, who helped me make a cure for that spell... I think the door is open... Let's go in!

Upon entering, Leandra and Alexander saw the two women without clothes, which surprised them.

Titania (Angry): Bitch, I was doing something very important!!

Contessa: Honey, don't be rude to them, then we can get on with this!

Leandra: Sorry for the inconvenience, Miss Titania, but I need your help...

Titania (a little annoyed): Do you need to do a cure for my love spell or a cure for lycanthropy? I mean, if you need help with your "little wolves"...

Leandra (in a sarcastic tone): Haha very funny, what happened was that my son followed in the same footsteps as his father... and kidnapped this boy's girlfriend...

Titania: Well that's fine, I'll help you, but please, knock on the door next time!... And I'd like to meet you Alexander Goth my name is Titania Summerdream

Alexander (confused): Hey, how do you know my name?

Titania (laughing a little and snapping her fingers): I'm a witch fairy, duh!, I know almost everything haha, Oberon, please come!!

At that moment Oberon appears out of nowhere, who had his pajamas on.

Oberon (opening his eyes and noticing that he is not in his room): Is it serious Titania?... Remember that tomorrow I will have a party where I will be the Dj...

Titania: I'm so sorry, but they need our help!

[too-many-lavellans]

Last batch of Tarot card sketches

I know I said I was only gonna do one more, but i’m too tempted by the idea of having cards for all of the Major Arcana to just leave it at that. I did end up running out of our own characters though, but since I did do cards for our Hawkes before I figured I should do the rest of the Hawke family as well.

[greypetrel]

Ask game time! 🌩️

Love me some crack!

Hello!

Thank you for asking, I considered what exactly to put here... But the DadWolf AU won.

Here's for you all the "Dorian and Mia start an uprising not to clean the table".

🌩 Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

Of all the outcomes Solas would have ever thought about waking up from Uthenera, a house full of teenagers with a big table to unpack surely was very, very low on his expectations. As low as in “if someone would have told me fifteen years ago I would have taken offense”.

The domesticity, tho, wasn’t all that bad, and he really waited for so long... The Veil could have waited some more, even if he could feel a headache incoming and wanted borderline to strangle Dorian that was doing all his best to cause a mutiny and convince three out of for Rutherford siblings and all four Hawkes to mutiny to the “unjust oppression of chores” and skip helping out in the house, against all adults in the room insisting. Five adults against eight teens, or well. Four adults, as Solas had to glare at Varric more often than not as he did the devil’s advocate and sided for the teens. Unfortunately, Mia Rutherford was with Dorian on this, and she was unyielding when she put her head to something, and charismatic enough that loud Branson, always up to some fun, and sweet, shy Rosalie, just followed them. The Hawkes were all more or less chaos gremlins: Raina followed ruckus where she found it, in spite of being the eldest of the bunch, Garrett followed his sister -trying and failing to tone her down-, Carver did the opposite of what Raina did but when it suited him -and avoiding a chore counted as such- and Bethany followed up the chaos as well, having fun. And then there was Dorian: brilliant enough that school and most activities had him awfully bored and in need for fun, enough so that he caused trouble on purpose. Like now. He loved him and was so proud, but today he also hated him for listening to him and taking the “fight oppression” discourse so litterally and chaotically against him.

If only the other two teens in the house were there... Kind Aisling, who always empathised, and shy, level-headed, responsible Cullen. It was their idea to celebrate First Day all together. After all, Leandra was one of the oldest friends of Varric, and for the Rutherfords ten years of friendship between the kids that brought on an equal friendships between parents. It all made them a kind of big enlarged family, and all the kids would have met right after lunch anyway, so it was only logical to stick together to eat as well, no?

Yes, but it also meant more teens to manage at the same time. Dangerous, as it proved to be.

So, he argued yet again with Dorian and Mia that it wasn’t oppression, it was just a matter of being kind and collaborate to the community, to which they replied that if so, no one should have made it an obligation and just reserved for the younger at the table, and they were fighting the very principle, it was an important battle.

“It’s a nice principle, Chuckles, weren’t you the one insisting for them to have some and stand up for them?”

Varric was quickly added to the list of people Solas borderline wanted to strangle, as he brought back to the kitchen a pile of dirty plates, nonetheless. He would not spend the whole day with a dirty table out of silly rhetorics, no thank you, there were enough headstrong people in the room for him to join. And he hated a table full with dirty dishes.

Also, a nugging thought was gnawing at the back of his head: where were Aisling and Cullen, exactly?

He had made the talk with the girl, of course. And made it a strict rule that when Cullen was around, the door to whatever room they were in must be open at all times. It was maybe still to soon, but he’d rather be safe than sorry, and it was painfully clear that since a year or so, the boy has started to look at his daughter with more than friendship in mind.

It was, honestly, the cutest thing to watch develop. Particularly because Aisling seemed totally, hopelessly oblivious, and if he knew his daughter, Cullen would have needed to spell it out for her in very clear terms. Which wasn’t something he was bold enough to do. But still, as the current predicament and revolution happening in the dining room proved, it was ultimately better not trust teenagers with ideas of their own.

[pinayelf-archive]

Canon OCs & Worldstate

A masterpost for mobile. Unless stated otherwise this is the DA worldstate I refer to in my posts/content!

Warden Amihan Amell (she/her), bi

Full Name: Amihan Alejandra Elena Amell

Age: 19 (DAO), 20 (Awakening), 29 (DAI)

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Spec: Blood Mage

Love Interest: Nathaniel Howe/Alistair Theirin (lol I multi-ship here, so it’s basically whomever I feel like at the moment)

Amihan was born to Revka and Bayani Amell in Kirkwall, Free Marches. Upon discovering her magic with her twin Violetta at age 6, Revka called the Templars to take them away. They were taken to separate Circles - Amihan at Kinloch.

Amihan barely remembered anything from her life before the Circle, only that she was given away by her mother for being a “monster”. Emotionally volatile and ill-adjusted, she snitches of Jowan out of jealousy as she had a crush on Lily. Luckily, Duncan is there is conscript her.

While Amihan manages to find family, love and friendship, as well as healing during the Blight, now she must deal with the pressure of being the Warden and Warden-Commander, something she never wanted and never will. 

Champion Sinag Hawke (she/her), bi

Full Name: Sinag Gabriella Hawke

Age: 25 (DA2), 33 (DAI)

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Spec: Force Mage

Love Interest: Fenris

Born to Malcolm and Leandra Hawke in Lothering, Sinag’s childhood was average apart from the constant running from Templars. Malcolm trained her and Bethany early on how to use their magic. When Malcolm dies, Sinag takes on the role of caretaker in her family. This was an immense pressure she shoulders by herself and masks with humor, but in return pushing Carver away.

The years at Kirkwall steeled her and changed her forever, however she reconciles with Carver in the aftermath. Reports say that she died in the Fade with Inquisitor Lavellan, although there’s supposed sightings of her with a refugee apostate and Dalish elf. 

Inquisitor Imryll Lavellan (she/her), bi

Full Name: Imryll Ilao Bahaghari Lavellan

Age: 25 (DAI), 29 (Trespasser) (My DAI timeline goes longer than a year)

Race: Elf

Class: Mage

Spec: Knight-Enchanter

Love Interest: Cullen Rutherford 

Imryll was born to Adrila and Thrilan Lavellan in Seheron. The Clan soon moved to the Free Marches to get away from Tevinters. Imryll’s childhood was pleasant, despite being painfully shy and skittish. Things take a turn in later years when her older brother, Iefyr, is thought to have been taken and killed by Tevinter slavers. This incident strikes fear into an already very anxious Imryll.

Two years later and fresh from a break-up, Imryll volunteers to spy at the Conclave, hoping to prove to herself and others that she is brave. However, things get complicated. As the Inquistor, Imryll finds courage and grows as a leader while maintaining her soft heart. She reunites with her brother and finds love in unexpected places.

Reeling from Solas’ revelations in Trespasser, Imryll continues to preserve her Dalish culture and traditions with her clan, finding comfort that they created it despite everything. She lives with Cullen and their three children in South Reach in peace and quiet. 

[illusivesoul]

OC Tag

Was tagged by @rosenkow @slothssassin and @shudder-shock to do this questionnaire. [Picrew Source] Thank you :)

I'll tag @flaine1996 @amys2885 @secretagentdragon @montliyets and @champagne-pain Only if you feel like doing this, of course.

Irene Hawke

Alias/Nicknames: Rene, Hawke, Grumpy, Champion (and then Viscount) of Kirkwall

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Zodiac:

Abilities/Talents: Skilled archer and close quarters fighter.

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: Andrastian

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: Trade tongue.

Family: Leandra and Malcom Hawke (parents, deceased) Carver Hawke (brother, deceased), Bethany Hawke (sister), Gamlen Amell (uncle), Charade (cousin), Merrill, Isabela (wives)

Friends: Fenris, Aveline Vallen, Sebastian Vael, Varric Tethras, Cullen Rutherford, Raleigh Samson, Bohdan, Elegant.

Sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship Status: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red (ginger) / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other

Height: 1.8 mts

Scars: Several across her body from her time in the fereldan army, large one across her arm she got during the fight against the Qunari, electricity burn marks across her body from the fight against Corypheus.

dogs or cats / birds or bugs / snakes or spiders / coffee or tea / ice cream or cake / fruits or vegetables / sandwich or soup / magic or melee / sword or bow / summer or winter / spring or autumn / past or future

Five songs that remind me of them:

Don't Look Back in Anger - Oasis

99 Lutballons - Kaleida

Comme des garçons (Like the Boys) - Rina Sawayama

Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears for Fears

Art of War - Sabaton

[heartscfvalor]

Introducing: Ariadne Amell

You see, you missed with your magic I’m fighting when you fallback I’m shooting arrows at the sky

Ariadne is the cousin to Leandra Hawke nee Amell, and she, like Leandra, came from a family of nobility in Fereldan with Kirkwall associations. At a very young age, it was discovered that she had magic, as her powers came out in short tight bursts, and so her parents reluctantly sent her to the Circle of Magi.

Despite being separated from her family, and unable to communicate beyond the occasional letters, Ariadne thrived within the Circle, making friends with other apprentices and studying hard in order to control her magic better. Her instructors noted her talents, and the Chantry priests recognized her piety, as she often went to the chapel to pray, and had a fierce, deep belief in the Maker. The Templars, as almost all Templars do, just viewed her as one more potential abomination in the making; the only Templar to treat Ariadne with any respect was Cullen Rutherford, who had been apprenticed into the Templar Order when he and Ariadne were around fourteen years old. When Cullen was finally made a Templar, he was stationed completely at the Circle Tower where Ariadne lived, and he developed feelings for her, though Ariadne did not return his love, since she knew that relations between a mage and a Templar were forbidden.

At nineteen years old, Ariadne was awoken from her bed in the middle of the night and taken to her Harrowing, where Cullen stood witness as the one who would strike the killing blow should she become an abomination; taking First Enchanter Irving’s advice to heart, she kept her wits about her whilst in the Fade, and quickly uncovered that the helpful spirit of Mouse was the demon of Pride, luring her in while trying to appeal to her nature by denouncing the Circle and the Templars, and more importantly, the Harrowing itself. Ariadne did not fall for his lies, and Pride released her, resulting in the “quickest, cleanest Harrowing seen in many years.”

Unfortunately Ariadne could not celebrate her success too soon. After meeting Irving and being introduced to Duncan of the Grey Wardens, her best friend Jowan quickly pulled her aside, twitchy and paranoid, to inform her that the Enchanters were planning to make him Tranquil, a magical process that cuts off a mage from the Fade, whilst taking away everything that made them human to begin with: their emotions, their free thoughts, even their autonomy. He also revealed that he had fallen in love with a Chantry initiate named Lily, who was determined to help him, and they pleaded with Ariadne to help.

As much as she wanted to, Ariadne was rather frightened by their intensity, as well as the rumors circulating that Jowan was a blood mage. Against her instincts, she went to Irving behind their backs and informed him of Jowan’s plan. Irving, in return, decided to trap the lovers by using Ariadne as his cover; she would agree to help them, on Irving’s orders, to get into the repository to break into the chamber holding the phylacteries, and destroy Jowan’s. When they would emerge, the Templars would see that Jowan was not the only perpetrator to such a crime, to ensure that Lily would also be punished.

The plan initially went off without a hitch, but Jowan quickly revealed his true nature as a blood mage in an attempt to save Lily from being taken to Aenar, the mage’s prison; he also denounced Ariadne when it was revealed that she had been helping Irving all along. When Lily refused to leave with him, Jowan escaped the Tower, and Lily was arrested after regarding Ariadne with coldness.

Duncan, impressed by Ariadne’s ability, recruited the new mage on the spot to become a Grey Warden.

As an Amell, Ariadne shares a striking resemblance to her younger cousin once removed, Avery Hawke; she shares his striking blond hair and intense blue eyes, but she has a strange birthmark on her neck in the shape of a crescent moon. Her specialized magic involves lightning and healing, though after leaving the Tower and becoming leader of the Grey Wardens to try and help stop the Fifth Blight, she has begun to dabble in blood magic herself, as she is hopeful that eventually she may come across something that may help destroy the darkspawn once and for all.