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[eliteseven]

We were fucking ROBBED when they decided not to give Shadowheart her well deserved muscles. I believe to translate the STR score to irl, folks say your STR score X 30 is how much you can pick up which seems insane imo, but this means Shadowheart can deadlift 390 pounds which is 😳. Even so 13 STR is nothing to sneeze at for a cleric, and there's no doubt that Sharran training got rough enough to warrant it.

Shadowheart should be toned af at the very least 💀 Larian make her buff you cowards!!! She could’ve tossed Karlach over HER shoulder and carried her to safety!!!!

I *think* Serena’s STR was like 17 so by these standards they would be the strongest couple ever lmao (don’t even get me started on the implications this has for their sex life). I wish I could customize Serena’s frame- I don’t mind her body type but I wish I could reflect more of her military background and physical strength in her frame. She’s not massive by any means but she’s not a limp noodle either ☹️

I don’t take the attributes TOO literally tho bc …Both their WIS or INT was really low (idr) so they are my beautiful buff dumb girlies and I love them 😭

[herald-divine-hell]

To Amayia from Talia: You have feelings and a heart just like I do and that heart deserves to be loved and cared for; like the rest of you.

To Alex from Eryn: It’s ok to need to stop working to take care of yourself and the world won’t end if you’re a little unproductive in order to rest… especially if its with me.

Amayia would get a touch red and shyly reach for her hand and say something of the sorts of, "My heart is only shown what kindness is from you, and how to care for the ones I love through you. And I think...I think I like that a lot, being cared by you."

Alexandra would just chuckle softly before sliding into her lap, wrapping her arms around her neck, and laying a kiss to Eryn's jaw. "The world can never rest, but that's why you have to cheat it from out of them. Now, show me how to be unproductive, ma cheri."

[morganaseren]

Snippet Sunday

Tagged by: @blackjackkent Sorry this took so long!

Tagging: @illusivesoul, @writer86, @noeldressari, @this-is-something-idk-what, and @jellydishes No pressure if you don't want to participate of course!

Pairing: Leliana/Niamh Cousland

Rating: Teen

AU: We'll Lose Their Grip in Waters Dark

Note: Brief NSFW content will be under the cut.

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Niamh had always been a light sleeper.

Strictly regimented days within the Circle had long conditioned her to the... unique displeasure one would receive from the Templars were she and her fellow mages ever caught sleeping too deeply past the dawn. Granted, the surface beneath her was far warmer than the cold, coarse sheets she had grown used to. Her brows furrowed at that before she forced away the thick veil of slumber surrounding her.

She woke slowly to find herself in a soft bed curled up against Leliana’s side. The other woman's arm had cradled itself around Niamh's back sometime in the middle of the night while a hand rested itself against her hip—not with the sense of entitlement or possessiveness she had known of the Templars who desired her time and more than a little of her attention. Rather, Leliana's touch always brought thoughts of comfort and a silent reassurance.

Of course, as a mage, Niamh was more than capable of protecting herself, and Leliana had always made it abundantly clear that she had a wealthy respect and acknowledgement of her abilities. In Orlais, however, and beneath the Chantry's seat of power no less, it was better to err on the side of caution than risk displaying her magic too forwardly even were it in defense of herself. Thus, it wasn't uncommon for Leliana to step in on her behalf, and there were few who would dare test their mettle against Divine Justinia's Left Hand—the formidable shadow behind the Sunburst Throne.

And Niamh supposed it was futile of her to deny the burst of thrill she felt in those moments when she saw Leliana so fully in her element. Even beneath the dark cowl of her uniform, there was little hiding the malevolent danger lurking within the depths of those glacial blue eyes if met under the right provocation.

The other woman was a dagger's edge enrobed in silk.

Shifting her thighs together, Niamh looked up slowly to see her lover was still asleep, cheek resting against the pillows as her chest rose and fell in even intervals. Somewhat disappointed, and perhaps reluctant to greet the day herself, Niamh soon laid her head back down. With a seeming abundance of time on her hands, however, her mind set itself to wandering. As such, she found her fingers idly exploring the gentle lines of Leliana's stomach—testament to the physical work required to maintain herself in her profession.

Although not a warrior like the Seeker or the abundance of guards the Divine kept within her company, Leliana's skill with both bow and blade afforded her a strength that couldn't be underestimated. Such qualities combined with her overall agility led her to being able to outmaneuver far larger and physically-imposing opponents. That was reflected well in the collection of muscles in the woman's otherwise lithe frame.

"Good morning, Mon Amour."

Niamh looked up with a jolt to see sleepy blue eyes regarding her with an equally drowsy smile.

"Did you sleep well?"

"I... yes," Niamh managed to squeak out with some measure of embarrassment and more than a little bit of guilt for having woken her lover, but Leliana merely seemed pleased to have her in her arms.

"Très bien." Leliana's smile slowly transitioned into a very satisfied smirk then, causing Niamh's mind to momentarily draw blank at the sight. "I would not have let you rest so soon last night had I known I'd leave you so wanting come morning..."

Niamh could feel the way her face began to immediately flush with heat at her lover's amorous words, and her blush only intensified as she recalled last night's activities.

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She remembered the way her hands had braced themselves atop Leliana's shoulders while the other woman reclined herself against the piles of pillows at the headboard. Bare as they both were, it was difficult not to feel the warmth of Leliana's body so close to her own. However, Niamh also recalled the feeling of supple leather along Leliana's hips as her knees brushed against them while attempting to seat herself fully down into her lover's lap.

It was a somewhat trying exercise if only for the fact that it was new for them together.

As charismatic as Leliana was, Niamh was certain she'd had her fair share of partners prior to meeting her along with the experience to go along with such encounters, especially in a place so hedonistic as Val Royeaux.

Still, Niamh had worried she was taking too long.

As such, there were instances where she wanted to hurry the pace, but Leliana was nothing if not observant. She'd stop Niamh every time with a firm grip on her waist—keeping her in place—if she felt she was pushing herself too hard or too fast. While there was no disguising the clear desire in her lover's eyes, Leliana was content to let Niamh take her time and adjust to the size of the length inside her. The latter was certainly made easier with each murmured praise that spilled from Leliana's lips.

Thus, with each slow rocking motion, Niamh had achieved her goal, and she couldn't help but tip her head back with a low moan when she had finally taken all of Leliana. Her mind filled with hazy pleasure, and Leliana's words were a gratifying buzz in her ears as calloused hands ran themselves slowly up and down her sides. Almost unconsciously, she tried to rise herself up again to recapture that initial jolt of pleasure, but Leliana easily kept her seated atop her lap. Niamh was putty in her hands as she was drawn forward into a kiss.

"Slowly, Mon Ciel Étoilée," she purred against her lips. "We have all night after all..."

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"I hope you weren't waiting too long for me to wake." Leliana raised her head enough to press a long kiss to the crown of her head.

"No, no," Niamh assured, gently clearing her throat as if the sole action would be enough to rid her of more pleasantly-distracting memories. "I only woke up a few minutes ago myself."

"Wonderful. Well then. Shall we get ready for the day, or..." Her gaze then drifted down to Niamh's lips, and from such a close distance, she could see how the bright blue sapphire of Leliana's eyes darkened with sudden, building interest. "May I interest you in anything else while we're here?"

Niamh racked her mind for their itinerary of the day, and she was able to recall a piece of parchment on Leliana's desk that had been encoded with the necessary details—a brief, precise language that Leliana had taught her with implicit trust. "I... don't believe we're needed until much later?"

He lover's grin widened then, and Niamh felt the press of a hand against her hip. While it was a minor struggle with the sheets still twined around them, Leliana had soon expertly rolled her beneath her, reversing their position while looming over her with a wicked smile of promise that sent her heart racing.

"Then allow me the pleasure of spoiling you for the remainder of the morning..."

[1hellofacookie]

to add onto the anon post earlier, it could also be a bit of culture shock amongst some followers. To you those post may seem funny and normal, but to someone who doesn't see their kind alot it may seem a bit jarring and aggressive. It also doesnt help that tone doesn't translate well across text, which isnt necessarily your fault in my eyes. cause i do that alot where i read the posts and go "I feel like it might be sarcasm? It might just be a joking thing? Idk, but I dont wanna guess wrong and make things worse so maybe i should just keep quiet..." but I'm also terrible at distinguishing sarcasm in general (which is my own failing). Like that one thing i reblogged earlier in the week and i didnt realize u were joking. Although im probly a bad study since i had bad friends growing up so im always on edge looking for those kinds of things even when theyre not there. Tbh tho, its your blog and your own thoughts, you can do what you want. im just here for the chaos and funny exchanges lol

yeah, now that you mention it I remember that one, and I regret not being more clear about what I meant. I only realised after I posted how mean it might have sounded felt bad when I saw your reply. I really didn't mean to be rude, but I understand why it sounded that way. Its really mostly cause Im used to this tone when talking to friends since we do tease eachother a lot, but I'll do bettet now when talking to others. I'll keep an eye on it. Thank you for bringing it to my attention :)

[spectralhero]

Send this to the 12 nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get 5 back you must be pretty awesome!! 💖✨💖✨

Thank yoou!!! RIGHT BACK AT YA!!!!!!!

[mortt-artsy]

Tagged by no one but let’s pretend I was 🤫, this couples piccrew is just v cute

Leliana with Ember and Zam, and Miranda with Jack, Andrea and Marcus (? undecided help)

Tagging: @herald-divine-hell @morganaseren @theherowarden @this-is-something-idk-what @noeldressari @iwritemosttimes @w-h-4-t and whomstever else wants to

[eliteseven]

You know what’s interesting about Shadowheart. I think she definitely looks better with white hair, and a lot of people think that too, but I wonder if we think that because it genuinely looks better or because shes just so much happier and more like herself with white hair. Like all throughout act 3 shes almost a different person and its so lovely to see her so quirky and chipper and much more comfortable with herself, and theres no way that doesnt affect how I feel about the white hair. You know how people always look prettier when theyre happy? Similar thing happening here, where her brighter outlook on life is definitely making her more breathtaking. idk im sure the white hair does suit her more aesthetically but I also think theres a deeper psychological reason there as well.

No I think you’re definitely onto something! I happen to think she looks equally beautiful with both white and black hair. (Either look without the fringe is very gorgeous to me lmao 😭)

I think the white hair just has a special place in our hearts bc we associate it with her happiness. It happens at a time where she’s most volatile and looking for change. It’s supposed to symbolize her transition to a happier, whole version of herself as she leaves Shar behind. As Shadowheart lovers, it makes sense we want to see her at her happiest 🥰

I love her character development in act 3. I can’t speak for the DJ path- on the selunite path she is very much playful and chipper, which I love to see! Happiness suits her, no matter the hair color 💕 but I do agree, something about the dark hair gives me more serious vibes and I associate the white hair with her cottage-core self!

I’m just so happy the fringe is gone lmao ☺️ (sorry fringe lovers)

[herald-divine-hell]

Six Sentence Sunday (But it's technically Monday..)

Listen, I know I'm late with this - but that was because I was resting from fighting the great beasts known as dual monitor stands the previous night and I think I had injured my hands along the way for a bit, lol.

In any case, I was tagged by the wonderful and lovely @aymayzing for this. Thank you so much for the tag.

This is a currently work-in-progress fanfic where Leliana and Amayian go to Ostwick to treat with House Trevelyan in regards to receiving their support for the Inquisition (and the potential drama of seeing Amayian's abusers in the flesh - though they aren't mentioned in this piece yet).

Above the withering gray wall of fog, the black walls of Ostwick rose like pillars of night from the snowy earth. The sounds of the seas were in Leliana’s ears—the rumbling groans of the seas as frothy white mauls crashed against its sides, lifting them high and pummeling them down in swift moments near disorienting; the whistling of ropes unlacing and growing taunt; the shouts and beats of sailors as hurried toward this task or that; the hissing of the masts and the cracking of the sails as the winds snapped them full with air. And beyond, the fog combed through the deep blue-gray waters, slow-moving fingers that trailed as lightly as a lover across their beloved’s scars. Absentmindedly, she wondered how many scars did the sea bare? And soon after that - did the stroking touch of the fog aid them in the easing of the hurt?  Perhaps it was happenstance that she had been staring at Amayian’s back when the thought came to her.

Thank you so much for the tag and I'm so sorry I was late with this.

I'm tagging back @aymayzing, but also @this-is-something-idk-what, @lordwoolselytaxservices, @noeldressari, @bigfan-fanfic, and @thebookworm0001

[morganaseren]

Snippet Sunday (Arranged Marriage AU)

Tagged by: @blackjackkent

Tagging forward: @illusivesoul, @this-is-something-idk-what, @noeldressari, @chaosroid, and anyone else who wants to participate!

Pairing: Leliana/Niamh Cousland

Rating: Teen

AU: If You'd Cross An Ocean for Me

Note: Honestly, you could consider this scene to be a continuation to this one I posted a while back.

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Following dinner, Leliana found that the tent she was meant to share with her new wife had already been pitched up. It was domed in its design, and as expected as one of the leaders of the nomadic coalition, it was larger than many of the others that darted the valley. As La Louve brushed aside the tarp entrance to allow her through, Leliana couldn't help the sudden nervousness that settled over her as she wandered into the darkened space.

With their wedding ceremony and the feast that came afterward, the consummation of their marriage was, of course, to be expected.

Leliana was hardly new to sharing her body with another, whether for romantic intent or to satisfy a carnal curiosity. Despite the abruptness of their arranged marriage, La Louve had so far shown herself to be rather courteous--enough that Leliana wouldn't have been opposed to laying with her.

Still, after Marjolaine, Leliana knew all too well that the persona one presented in public could be so very different when behind the privacy of closed doors...

Before her thoughts could darken upon that memory, her breath hitched when she heard the snapping of fingers behind her. Her startlement had less to do with the sound but the fact that the act itself had instantly lit the candles that were lined in various locations within the tent. It brought a comforting warmth to what had been an unknown space to her.

Leliana could see the clean reed matting placed over the ground, providing a clear separation between the outdoors and one's personal sleeping area. Given how nomadic the Fereldans were, she expected the tent to be rather sparse, which was proven true. Save for a collapsible writing desk and chair along with the bags that held their clothing in the corner, the majority of the space was taken up by the pile of furs that Leliana realized was meant to be their bed.

She found that she had wandered over to it without truly meaning to, and as she reached down to touch a large, silvery pelt, she found that it felt just as soft and luxurious as she had expected. Looking over her shoulder, Leliana found that her wife was still standing at the entryway and hadn't bothered to close the distance between them. From the sheepish expression on the other woman's face, she couldn't help but wonder if La Louve was perhaps just as nervous about the expectations of their marriage as she had been.

Soft lips parted to speak, but before La Louve could voice a single word, a shout--a summon perhaps?--from outside had the woman frowning. In response, La Louve poked her head out of the tent briefly, and Leliana could just barely hear the muffled conversation outside. Before long, her wife flashed a look of apology her way. She didn't understand the words that followed either, but she also didn't miss the way La Louve gestured emphatically toward the bed before she left the tent entirely, her dark cloak sweeping behind her.

All in all, it was... not quite how Leliana expected to end her evening.

With nothing left to do, she began to undress, leaving herself only in her smalls before she tucked herself under the covers of the bedding. She couldn't help her sigh of relief as she sank into the soft furs, grateful for the chance to simply relax after such an eventful day.

An eventful month in general if she were being completely honest.

Exhaustion weighed heavy upon her, but she felt it polite to at least wait for her wife before succumbing to it. However, as the candles around her gradually lowered and dimmed, and with La Louve still nowhere in sight, lethargy settled more quickly into her bones.

A few minutes, Leliana thought to herself, barely suppressing a yawn. She could rest her eyes for a few minutes before continuing her vigil. She curled up more comfortably beneath the covers to take a brief rest, but despite her best intentions, her breathing soon slowed as she transitioned into deeper slumber.

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When Leliana next awoke, it was to the sound of gentle clamoring outside the confines of her tent along with the scent of food being cooked. Much closer, however, she could hear the repeated scratching of quill against parchment. Blearily shaking off the lingering dredges of sleep from her mind, Leliana slowly sat up in bed, causing the sound of writing to be stopped.

"Leliana."

She recognized her wife's voice immediately. Common was perhaps a coarser language than her native Orlesian, but Leliana had quickly noticed that La Louve and her siblings had a distinct inflection--different from the linguistic standard found in Ferelden--when they spoke. Her wife in particular was rather soft-spoken, and it added a pleasing... lyricality when she uttered the syllables of Leliana's name.

She looked up to see La Louve standing from her desk to deliver two bowls to her: one filled with an arrangement of freshly picked berries while the other held the remnants of the ram they'd had last night but in a stew-like form. Energy for the day ahead, she supposed.

Leliana took the food from her wife gratefully, and if her wife appeared at all discomforted by her current state of undress, the other woman didn't show it, offering only a friendly smile, which she recognized to be genuine.

"Thank you, but did you not eat?"

As expected, her inquiry drew confusion in that gaze even as the smile across from hers remained politely in place. The language barrier was likely going to be a continual test for their marriage, Leliana thought, as she carded a hand tiredly through her hair in an attempt to make it more presentable.

"This," she said, pointing to the bowls atop her lap that were barely half empty. She gestured to La Louve then. "Surely, you need more sustenance than this to get yourself through the morning."

Thankfully, the other woman caught on quickly to what she was trying to ask and responded in kind, saying something in Common as she gestured to the bowls and then back to herself before holding up two fingers.

Two... Leliana's brows furrowed, trying to make sense of what was being conveyed to her. Her second bowl then?

"You already ate?"

La Louve seemed to confirm as much with a nod although it was done hesitantly, as if she wasn't sure if she completely understood the question.

"I see." Leliana huffed out a small laugh at the early morning charades before picking up the spoon in the stew bowl. "Thank you then."

With a relieved smile, her wife wandered back over to her desk to begin working anew on the various missives atop it. With the way the other woman's cloak was so casually draped across the back of her chair, it didn't seem she or the Fereldans were in any rush to leave the area anytime soon. Still, there was likely work to still be done, and she didn't want her new wife and clan to think she was a layabout. As such, she ate her fill before preparing her mind for the rest of the day ahead.

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It was on her second week with the Fereldans that Leliana found herself growing increasingly perplexed, but it had little to do with the differing customs.

No, that had long been expected.

Rather, her bemusement came with her wife's continual disappearance from their tent whenever night fell. It wasn't as if her wife was avoiding her, Leliana knew. La Louve was always at her desk when Leliana awoke in the morning, rode at her side when it was time to travel, and joined her for every meal.

Yet, Leliana still went to bed alone.

Frowning as she stared at the empty pile of furred pelts, she finally wandered out of the tent to seek an answer. Of course, she soon realized that trying to find one was quickly turning out to be an exercise in frustration.

She had tried to speak with a group of returning hunters to find the whereabouts of La Louve, but, as always, the language barrier proved to be too much. They were hardly rude as they stood there, struggling to understand what she requested of them. As the wife of one of their leaders, perhaps they were wary of showing anything less than the proper deference to her. Still, after a time, one of them--a mage if the staff over her shoulder was any indication--motioned for Leliana to follow her.

She sound found herself led to one of the campfires dotted around the area. As luck would have it, both of La Louve's siblings were there. The mage shouted a greeting, drawing the attention of the two warriors, who saw Leliana and grinned widely in greeting. Both rose to meet her, but the mage who led her there got to them first.

A rapidfire conversation followed that Leliana had no chance of understanding, and the two leaders' gazes darted to her every few seconds, but from the puzzlement in their own gazes, it didn't seem they were any closer in offering her the answer she desired either. The mage could only offer a smile of apology to her before she quickly left to find the other hunters and help dress and preserve their catch of the evening.

Weary, Leliana was all but prepared to return to her tent at that point, but she tried yet again with a small sigh. "Do you know where La Louve is?"

The two warriors glanced at one another for a long moment before the blonde woman spoke to her.

“Neev?”

Of course, the word itself meant nothing to her, so Leliana couldn't help but stare blankly in response.

“Lah… loov?” the woman asked haltingly, trying to form the Orlesian words. She then drew her head back to emit a low pantomime of a wolf’s howl before raising her brows in question at Leliana, who recognized at once what she was trying to tell her.

“Yes! La Louve!" she replied excitedly, relieved at having finally gotten a lead. "Do you know where she is?”

The woman could only grin smugly at her brother, who rolled his eyes before waving her off. “Neev,” she said profoundly before escorting Leliana away.

Neev?

Leliana tossed the word around her mind for several minutes as La Louve's sister led her through the throng of tents. The way the other woman had said it seemed important however--at least in relation to her wife.

She blinked then.

Was it La Louve's actual name?

Before long, they had gotten past the settlement and were making their way down a grassy incline towards the riverbank. The fires of the camp didn't encroach as far out, but with the twin moons hanging overhead, there was little concern about losing their way in the dark.

Or finding La Louve as it turned out.

The woman in question was sitting at the edge of the water atop a bedroll with a sketchbook in hand, determinedly filling in the details of something or other on the page. Leliana knew she always carried it about when they were traveling. Her wife was apparently quite the artist, one who could often be found documenting the flora and fauna around them when her duties as the clan's emissary weren't needed.

"Neev!" the warrior beside her boomed out humorously, causing that dark head to turn toward them.

Moonlit eyes were surprised to see them there although La Louve seemed less than pleased to see her sibling if her expression was any indication. Although Leliana didn't understand the words being spoken between them, the rapport of sibling banter was as universal a language as anything. She bit her lip to keep from laughing when she saw La Louve's eyes roll so hard in exasperation at her sister's comment that she was almost half-convinced they were going to roll right out of their sockets. Having had her fill of the teasing, La Louve clicked her tongue and summoned the mabari pup that had been laying next to her.

In response, the white-furred puppy rose to his paws and immediately placed himself between the warrior and his mistress, bristling and yapping with infantile fury even though his current foe was several times his size. It was so adorable that Leliana almost couldn't resist cooing at the sight. La Louve's sister laughter was a deep, bellowing sound, but she held her hands up placatingly while backing away from the pup. Still, the little mabari insisted on herding the woman away from the two of them, tail wagging all the while--likely pleased at protecting his favorite human--while barking at the warrior's ankles in a vain attempt to get her to move faster. The sounds of them both soon faded away as they passed the perimeter of the encampment.

"Leliana is... okay?"

Leliana turned to see La Louve looking up at her with concern, but she smiled. "I'm fine, yes. I was just curious as to where you've been all these nights." As expected, all she received in return were dark, furrowed brows as her wife tried to piece together what she was saying with little success. Leliana shook her head, unbothered. "But never mind that. Is Neev your name?”

Ghostly-grey eyes lit up toward the end of her sentence, and Leliana felt she was making progress with communicating with her although perhaps not quite enough to bridge the language together just yet. She glanced down at her wife's sketchbook and found the woman had been drawing a flower of some sort but had also written some notes next to it. As she eyed the writing, she found Orlesian and Common shared a similar alphabet although the latter seemingly lacked any diacritics.

Leliana gathered her cloak more tightly around herself to ward against the night's chill before crouching beside the bedroll, motioning for the sketchbook and charcoal pencil in La Louve’s hands, who gave them away without much protest. In little time at all, Leliana had her own name written on a fresh page, which she showed to her wife.

"Leliana." She pointed to the page emphatically before gesturing to herself. "Leliana," she repeated again, watching as more understanding filled her wife's gaze. With the connection made, she proceeded to write what she assumed to the other woman's name just below her own. "Neev," she stated then, pointing to her writing.

After a brief inspection, Leliana could see her wife was very clearly trying not to laugh at her if the smile threatening to curl at the edge of her lips was any indication. Clearing her throat, La Louve gestured for the sketchbook back. From there, the other woman proceeded to cross out the attempt at her name before writing something else down in a neat, flowing script that she finished with a flourish, which she presented to her.

"Niamh."

It was... clearly not spelled as Leliana had expected, and when she looked back up with suspicious eyes, La Louve--no, Niamh--merely smiled.

"Are you just teasing me now?"

Niamh bit her lip, shoulders shaking silently, before writing down another name on the page. “Fergus,” she announced, pointing to her brother in the distance, who Leliana could see was helping another clanmate set up a tent. The spelling was more or less what she had anticipated it would be, but when Niamh pointed to her sister, who was currently wrestling with an absolute beast of a mabari--and was laughing maniacally all the while if her ears were to be believed--the arrangement of letters that had been revealed to her was even more complex than Niamh's own name.

"Saoirse."

Silence.

"Now you are teasing me..."

Leliana doubted her wife completely understood what she'd said, but she supposed her expression said enough for the both of them because the laughter that spilled from her wife's lips then were akin to the wind chimes that hung along the stables back at her mother's estate--airy and beautiful in their tinkling sound.

"Alright then, Niamh," she said with some measure of humor once her wife's amusement faded on the breeze. "Why are you sleeping out here--" She tapped at the bedroll the woman was sitting on. "--and not in our tent?" she finished, gesturing toward the Fereldan encampment.

As her wife's gaze following her outstretched arm, Leliana wasn't expecting any answer she would truly comprehend, but the pensiveness she saw settling on Niamh's features had her curious as the woman turned back to her.

"I sleep here to..." A jaw worked itself thoughtfully as she struggled to find the words. "...To give Leliana comfort alone."

Leliana blinked as she turned Niamh's answer about in her head.

If she understood correctly, her wife had taken to sleeping out beneath the stars every night because of her. It wasn't far from her initial assumption. Their marriage was still new, and with them both being of different cultures, perhaps Niamh hadn't wanted to overstep any boundaries Leliana might have had. Rather than inadvertently risk making her uncomfortable, Niamh had stayed away to allow Leliana to acclimate to her new surroundings alone.

It was... very thoughtful, Leliana could admit. Unnecessary but thoughtful all the same.

"Well, if you won't join me in our tent, then may I at least sit here?" she asked, tapping the bedroll repeatedly with her request.

Her wife's gaze turned to Leliana and the bedding several times before her eyes widened in seeming realization. The other woman nodded rapidly with her consent, making room for Leliana, but she scooted herself over so much that Leliana couldn't help but laugh when Niamh nearly ended up on the grass.

"Come here, Silly!" she said, reaching out to steady her wife before she needed to fish her out of the river. She tugged her closer across the bedroll and marveled at the warmth emanating from the mage's body even on such a cool night. She smiled. "There's space enough for both of us, no?"

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And that's it for now! I always love writing soft things about these two! If you liked this, please leave me a like or comment, and consider checking out the other AUs I have!

[restitutor-orbis]

Thanks for the tagged, @marta-elentari.

rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better or catch up with, then answer these questions.

three ships: Inquisitor/Leliana, Manwë/Varda, and Aang/Katara.

last song: Rabbee Yebarik (Arabic Version) by Maher Zain.

currently craving: Honestly, nothing. Besides, I guess, snow.

last movie: ...Frozen

currently reading: Lord of Chaos, from the Wheel of Time Series, by Robert Jordan, The Silmarillion by J.R.R Tolkien, The Way of Kings from the the Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson, Midnight Tides, from Malazan: Book of the Fallen by Steven Erikson, and Arabs, a 3,000-year history of Peoples, Tribes, and Empires by Tim Mackintosh-Smith.

Tagging: @iwritemosttimes, @rachelleofalltrades, @bigfan-fanfic, @this-is-something-idk-what, @noeldressary.

[herald-divine-hell]

Talia can get me ginger ale??? Fucking best wife I swear.

Since I don’t feel well - You know why - how does Talia take care of her sick s/o?

Talia is definitly the most likely to get whatever her s/o has because she rarely leaves their side. She stays beside them through it all, only leaving to get food or blankets or anything her s/o needs, always planting a gentle kiss on their forehead and promising not to be long before she goes. Even if it's just a mild cold, Talia's wracked with concern and it hurts to see her s/o so miserable. She'll do all she can to make the time go quicker, dredging up old funny stories from Highever she hasn't told in years, sharing the trivial news of what's going on, layering on compliments of how even in this state her s/o is still more radiant than anything she's ever seen; anything that'll bring a smile to their face. Whenever they need to move, she'll gladly carry her s/o in her arms. However protective Talia was before, it's tripled now. She still sleeps beside them with her arm draped over them protectively, and keeps as vigilant during the day as she did watching the camp during the blight.

[sasshole-for-rent]

Inquisitive Eyes, Part Two

Featuring @this-is-something-idk-what Teagan, @rachelleofalltrades Maxiana, Kyrrha, @noeldressary Talia Cousland

[spectralhero]

@noeldressary​

CAN YOU NOT!!!!!!!

[mortt-artsy]

sometimes you just have the urge to do something, like when i saw @kalidels amazing ship meme lmao (og post)

pretty fun to do, really makes you think about them dynamics and I’d love to see ya’ll guys’ ships as well @herald-divine-hell @noeldressary @this-is-something-idk-what @lelianasface @stealingyourdreams and anyone else who wants to do it, I’m just….spreading the beautiful template around 

[herald-divine-hell]

@noeldressari I found your new hat.

[eliteseven]

It would be really cute if Emmeline made the wedding cake. I can see Arnell offering to help with the frosting. Hes a carpenter, im sure he's got a steady hand.

🥺 how cute????

I imagine Shads and Tav volunteer to help. One day, Amelia walks in and sees their fuckery in the kitchen… 🤦🏻‍♀️ they are quickly fired. Smh, all these damn kids are good for is saving faerun and canoodling.

So she pledges her sword (in this case, her cooking spoon) to Emmeline and serves as her right hand. Emmeline can…actually get stuff done this way, and she has actual help 😅

Arnell fashioning a spinning platform like a lazy Susan and helping them ice the cake 😭 the three of them bonding and opening a drink to commemorate the occasion.

All the while, Tav is walking in nervous circles outside, reciting her speech, and unbeknownst to her, Shadowheart is very amusedly watching from afar, daydreaming about their wedding. Both of them are oblivious to their parents’ plight in the kitchen. In a way, they get a little bit of the youth and carefree experience that was stolen from them as children….

And their parents are happy to help 🥹❤️