#mightofthedalish

[melissuer]

Pirate mage Sebastien for @mightofthedalish from their Dragon Age tabletop campaign, for Draw Your Friends’ OC in Your Style challenge, i hope they like it! 

[anafigreen]

Diana Pavus (OC) commission done for @mightofthedalish :3

[sunshinemage]

💭 for nin and... any of my kids! They're all on my character page ♡ the ones with the most info are under the section "into the eye of the storm" and "a rift for the ages"

💭- Nin on Diana

An interesting woman. Her views on magic are fascinating, and she’s extremely well versed in the subject despite not being a mage herself.

It’s not everyday you have the chance to have a conversation with people like Lady Pavus, who prefer to spend their energy studying and analysing magic and its effects instead of spending it on vilifying every aspect of it.

[ielmoe]

Inktober #2 Astrid Esmerelle for @mightofthedalish

[haloneshiral]

I would die for letheia omg

thank u!! but omg dont ajlkflkjg!! live for her!!

[feeshies]

mightofthedalish replied to your post: i’m stumped on my fanfic because i have no idea...

Varric would call Finn “scribbles” for his fervent note taking when he finds interesting shit. And Ariane would totally be either “pickles” or “rose” because he enjoys referencing his fave dalish elves as flowers AND in honor of one of the swords she stabs so well with (’:

Scribbles is really good!  I think I’ll actually use it!

(i think he did use that with one of the dlc companions, but he reused “chuckles” so whatever, the fandom can fight me)

God, rose is really pretty too.  I like how it connects both her femininity and her stabbiness.

[ladyofthegreyhunt]

"Is this okay?" For Ruby/Rún ♡

Ruby had never experienced Wintersend the way it was meant to be experienced. For her, there had never been celebrations or dancing. No mistletoe or warm drinks or sweet wishes of happiness and romance. Not once had she received a holiday gift or gone shopping in the town that existed just outside of Atlas’ court. Kaly had always been gone during the time she knew that the Nevarrans celebrated it and Atlas was, much as he always had been, busy.

But she hadn’t missed it. In fact, she hadn’t known that there was anything to miss. Not until Denerim, until she stayed in the castle and watched in fascination as they prepared for the Wintersend ball. Not until she had questioned what Rùn was doing with strange parchment and gifts. Not until she was seated there with him for an entire evening, wrapping up her own little baubles for people in the castle.

There was one in particular that she spent over an hour on, brow furrowed and bright cerulean eyes focused as each corner and crease was made with the utmost care. When the bow was tied and she pulled away, sighing softly in relief at its completion, the former assassin turned to the Prince of Ferelden with wide eyes.

“Is this okay?”

Her head tilted as Rùn laughed warmly and took it from her hand to peer at every angle. “That’s a fine job to me, you’re getting very good at this...”

Warmth colored the apples of her cheeks as he handed it back and she cradled it  carefully in her open palms. “Alright, well... here... it’s for you.” She thrust it forward again, looking pointedly in any direction but at him, the boy who had saved her from the Assassin King. And when the weight finally lifted from her hands, she slowly tilted her head, watching with lips gently parted as he pulled the wrapping apart.

Ruby hadn’t known she was missing this... this feeling of joy, of elation, of warmth - a sensation that she could only experience when she saw Rùn’s face light up at the contents of her carefully wrapped box. His smile lingered with her, and when she did the same with the others of their group, she kept their smiles too. Kaly, Astrid, Bel, Brynn, Santos, and Sebastien.

These were memories that brought her happiness, that made all the work and paper cuts truly worth the end result. She would cherish these times, these smiles, when shadows threatened to put out their light.

[prinnydraws]

I LOVE YOUR SHEP SO MUCH

golly thank you! I also love Shep so it warms my heart to know others like her -weeps-

[0ccuria]

I love Feyrien's design!! And he's so so well developed. I just spent an hour in his tag shamelessly. I adore him! And it's so nice to see a male Inquisitor with Cassandra- I don't think I've seen anyone else on tumblr cherishing that relationship and they really should.

ah wow, thank you so much! Really means the world to me! He’s probably my most developed tbh, I just spend so much time on him lkjxfhg. I’m glad you really like him Oh they’re out there, tho I’ve only seen less than I can count on my hand tbh. But there’s definitely others. I just love her so much and she ended up being the perfect match for him in the end.

[goblinscribbles]

As Fragile As Ash

With every swing of the hammer, the heated iron screamed as he molded it. He could hear its protest, the high pitched clang that begged for him to stop. Yet he kept swinging, ignoring it just as he ignored the way that his shoulder protested or the way that his eyes stung from the sweat that dripped down his brow. 

At this hour, there was nothing but himself and the forge. The burning light a beacon in the dark hours before dawn. Maria would likely scold him for working at this early of an hour. Disturbing the neighbors, she would say. But he didn’t care. Let them know. Let all of Denerim hear the anguished cry of the metal band that he twisted and disfigured with each heavy, frantic strike.

There was no steadiness to his motions, no well practiced rhythm. There was no need for it. He’d spent too many hours crafting that band. Poured love into the molten metal, whispered dreams as it cooled into shape. He wove hopes for the future with strands of happiness as he started to carve it into a delicate vine. 

Was the shape too cliche? Was it too simple? He’d worried whether or not she’d like it — whether or not she’d be happy to wake up and see it on her hand, glinting in the morning light. Maybe it wasn’t good enough.

Maybe he wasn’t good enough.

He’d given her his heart the moment she’d stepped into the shop. It flew, unbidden, from his chest to hers and left behind a warmth that caused small bubbles of excitement to burst in his mind until he was dizzy — it was too much to ignore and he though that maybe he’d found it — That thing that his parents had. That instant connection of finding the one that you were made for. 

In the small amount of time that they had shared, he knew that she was worth everything he had and more. And, he’d waited an entire year for her return. He poured himself into the task that she and her group had asked of his Master and himself. She would be proud when she saw what he’d done. He spent hours refabricating the swords and daggers they’d found. And, seeing them on her hips had been a moment of pride. And, when she returned again - wounded but alive - he was even prouder. He was no true warrior but at least, in this way, he’d been able to watch and protect her.

After that, she stayed.

His jaw tightened, brow furrowing as something bitter seeped onto his tongue. For a month, she’d stayed. Eating with his family, learning what his father could teach, and...and staying by his side. She’d sit as he worked, unperturbed by the heat of the forge, just to be near him. They’d spent hours by the shores, among the wildflowers that grew there.  His hand entwined with hers. So warm against his palm.

Vhenan she’d called him as she coaxed him from bed to start the day or whispered it in his ear as she kissed him goodnight. It was exhaled softly when they slept tangled in an embrace. Vhenan. He knew the implications of that word. His father used it for his mother. My love, my heart — my everything. So why...? How....? He inhaled sharply, ignoring the way his eyes stung. It was just the sweat that dripped from the curls that were matted to his forehead. It was just the heat of the forge getting to him. He expected her to leave again. He knew that she would. But that last night they shared, before she was to leave in the morning, she said she wouldn’t be returning. When her traveling was done, she’d go live with her grandfather.

Something in him shattered to hear that.

Had it been a lie? Had he been nothing more than a port in a storm or a light in a dark time? He was not a fool, as sheltered as he might be. He could see that shadows darkened her eye and the way that, sometimes, her smile did not reach it’s full potential. But he tried, Andraste, he tried to make her happy. Yet she was choosing to return to her grandfather who existed in a time when her own father was just a child. He begged. He bartered. Promised her children, a family that she could call her own that would love her well into her old age. But she refused.

He wasn’t enough.

What he offered wasn’t enough.

So now her family, the one that she’d lost, would have two of her — the woman he loved and longed for as well as her infant self when she would be born in that time line. He’d loved and he’d loved - and he lost her. And nothing but the broken band, the engagement ring he’d crafted for her, would be proof of what they had and what they could have been.

‘When I met your Father, Tith, it was love at first sight. He looked at me with such a hard gaze and I watched it melt into confusion when I smiled at him. I hope that you find something like that, my little one. Yes, one day, Andraste will bless you to have someone to share your life with just as I do.’

Tith tightened his grip on his hammer and slammed it down again. And again. And again. He lost count of how many times he struck in rapid succession until the etched leaves finally started to lose their shape and the perfect circle that had been the ring gave way. Until it became something ugly.

Until it became that he was no longer proud of.

The hammer fell from his hand, clattering to the ground and Tith steadied himself against the anvil. His eyes stung as his breath caught in his throat. He’d choke on his misery, he was sure. But what did he expect? He’d only known her for a month. How could he had been so stupid to think that - that he’d found what he was looking for? How could he think that he could ever find what his parents had? Forcing himself to exhale, he picked up the hammer again, aimed, and swung. The metal clang heavy and dull to his ears as his thoughts buzzed. The way his mother looked at his father had always been entirely unique, Tith had never seen another couple replicate it. So....what had he been thinking? He was stupid. So stupid. 

A love like that....What had he done to deserve it?

[sunshinemage]

💭 I'm back! For my boy Sebastien this time from any of your kids ♡

💭- Rinna on Sebastien

Life isn’t kind to everyone, and striving to be a better person in spite of it is... kind of inspiring.

It’s not easy, making the choice to be good. Especially when you’ve spent all your life being anything but.

He’s got the right idea though.

[impossible-rat-babies]

How about my boy Sebastien? You can find his stuff under "ch: sebastien" on my blog ♡♡♡

I love him! I love him being a pirate. I’m a sucker for pirates TBH!

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Dimitri would probably be friends with him. He’d think his whole pirate thing is very very cool. Plus, he’s also sympathize with being a mage and having to hide that sometimes. Might even develop a crush at some point....not that he’d say it because Dimitri is useless that way, but it’d be there.

Darva would wanna be friends with him/adopt him as a family member ie. like a brother. He knew a couple of pirates back when he spent time in Antiva and they were...folk to say the least. Not that he minded since at the time Darva wasn't the most honest guy either. But Darva would like his snarkiness and the mutual snarkiness would be awful.

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Thank you! :) I really love sebastien!

[justanartsysideblog]

The Four Kingdoms AU has me absolutely hooked, omg 😍

I’m so glad you’re enjoying it! It is such a fun AU to write!

[feeshies]

Ariane/finn otp asks ♡

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you…

Which one sexts like a straight white boy?

Finn is the straight(?) white boy of the relationship, but Ariane texts like one

Which one cried during a fucking disney movie?

Finn cries during disney movies, Ariane cries during dreamworks movies

Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?

Ariane is new to this technology, okay?

Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing?

Ariane, while Finn is working

Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?

Ariane again

Who had that embarrassing Reality TV marathon?

Ariane started watching ironically, but then it became real

Who laughs more during sex?

Ariane

WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON?

Finn

[ladyofthegreyhunt]

Bloop for Haides, August, Rhia, Phelix, Ashaya, and Crevan. Cause YOURE BEHIND ON OUR BLOOP SPREE. Ily ♡♡♡

Haides loves the Game. 

August secretly longs for Dacian’s approval and pride and absolutely hates himself for it.

Rhiannon never understood why they had trees IN Arlathan when they had trees all the way around. (Our DM’s version of Arlathan anyway).

Phelix’s greatest weakness is his mercy. 

Ashaya is dead. AHAHAHAHAHA. Ashaya never fell in love. 

Crevan has a photographic memory. 

[red-wardens]

😈 for Kieran. Bonus points if it includes a non-corrupted Ashiel. Cause I'm evil.

@mightofthedalish this was painful to write Q_Q

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“Loghain Mac Tir?” Ashiel Tabris’ eyes were wide, her voice hoarse with disbelief. The young man she’s known since infancy, “brother” the first word off her young lips, now stood in front of her almost unrecognizable. “Kieran…you can’t be serious.”

“Of course I’m fucking serious, Ash.” the elven warrior responded, impatience sharpening his tone. “We’d be idiots to turn down his offer. Think about it: we ally with him, vouch for his story in Ostagar to help his daughter win the Landsmeet, and he kills off the Arl of Denerim.”

The dark look flashing in his charcoal eyes made anger flare up in her as well. The father of the shemlen that had violated Shianni…Ashiel wanted him dead too but the cost…

“And then, after we kill the archdemon, Loghain makes us Arl and Arlessa of Denerim,”

“And what about Alistair?!” she demanded, tears of rage and pain already in her eyes. Ashiel shook her head. She couldn’t believe this. “And the Grey Wardens- and all those people who’ve died because of Loghain?!”

“Not our problem,” came the harsh reply. Kieran glared with a fierceness never before aimed at her. “We look out for each other and our kind, remember? ”

“I…I won’t do it,” she tried to sound sure. Though they had bickered through the years, they’d never been on such opposite sides. But for once she couldn’t back him up. It was heartbreaking, but this wasn’t the twin she knew. “Brother…Kieran, it’s not right!”

There was a frustrated shout, the drawing of his greatsword, and Ashiel was taken completely off guard by the sudden assault. He charged her with the broad, flat side of the blade and she went down hard.

When she came to, her head was throbbing, the Landsmeet was over, and she sat weaponless in a steel cage. She learned from Kieran that her beloved ex-templar was, regrettably, dead. In overwhelmed sobs Ashiel cursed at him. He reached for her shoulder through the bars, unable to see his twin cry without trying to comfort her. Ash slapped his hand away.

“Fine,” he spat, turning to leave, his face a storm of anger, hurt, and betrayal. Her bitter tears echoed through the room as he left. “Suit yourself, Sister. You’ll be safe here. I have an archdemon to kill,”

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