#thalia & dorian

[turnthepagevn]

Ivy League get-togethers are fuckin wild.

@artwithoutblood

@lockefell-library

@gryphons-n-kelpies

[nemo-in-wonderland]

OK, I NEED TO PRACTICE SOME SMLUFF, SO I NEED TO DRAW SOMETHING SMLUFFY.

CHOOSE ONE OF MY SHIPS HERE, AND THEY WILL BE THE GUINEA PIGS OF MY SMLUFF

BRING. IT. ON.

(Consider reblogging this so I have a more ample sample).

[dark-elf-writes]

Percy and Annabeth waking up in Thedas (and anyone else you think would be fun) for them to end up with Percy as Inquisitor would be hilarious.

I’m laughing so hard at this because I know deep down in my heart that Percy just stumbled on the Conclave in the five minutes he was separated from the others (Annabeth, Thalia, and maybe Nico and Grover?) and managed to find the closest thing to a god to piss off immediately. I also know that he picked up the orb, felt the agony of the anchor being carved into his hand and in the split second before it all blew up yeeted it as hard as he could at Corypheus.

The others are so tired because of course Percy managed to become the head of an organization actively fighting a hole in the sky AND get amnesia the minute they turn their backs. They will stay with him and fight however. It’s what they do.

[nirikeehan]

Happy Fridayyy~ For DADWC: "DAY 23: presumed dead" ;-;

HI GIN THANK YOU. I got Thalia x Saeris on the brain again so here, have some pain.

Thalia and Dorian discuss the loss(?) of a certain elven scout for @dadrunkwriting

WC: 667

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“Word for you, ser,” says the requisitions officer, handing Thalia a missive. 

She takes it, unrolls the parchment, reads the words. Then reads them again. The third time, the ink starts to blur together in her vision.

“This can’t be right,” she whispers. 

It says her scout, Saeris Lavellan, was ambushed with his team by a group of Freedmen. None were presumed to have survived. Her mouth feels dry and sticky. 

She leaves the camp, sits on a log, and stares out over the leafy expanse of the Emerald Graves, the missive clutched in her hand. 

Dorian finds her there, some time later. 

“Sovereign for your thoughts,” he says, stepping over the log with long legs and settling beside her. 

Thalia swallows hard and looks down. “It’s nothing.” 

“Ah, yes. Getting a letter, going white, and then disappearing for hours certainly implies it’s nothing.” Dorian adjusts himself, dusts a bit of pollen off one shoulder. “Beautiful place, these Graves, but I’m being eaten alive by mosquitos. Maker, do I hate the South.” 

She can tell he’s trying to get a laugh out of her, but she can only manage a pained smile. “Do you remember one of our scouts? Saeris?”

“The elf with the great hair?” 

Thalia snorts. “That’s the one.” 

“Only in passing. I’m not sure we ever talked. But he cut a striking figure, so I confess he does stand out in my memory.” Dorian narrows his eyes at her. “What about him?” 

The words stick in Thalia’s throat. “He’s dead.” 

“Ah.” Dorian shifts his weight. “That’s too bad.” 

Too bad. Is that really all it is? She crumbles the parchment tighter in one fist. “He’s, um. He was nice to me. I liked his bird.” She sounds like an idiot. She inhales sharply, fighting an onslaught of tears. 

Dorian peers at her, surprised. “Sounds like it was a touch more than that, perhaps?” 

“Yeah. Maybe.” They had kissed once, while camping together in the forests outside Crestwood, when she was brooding over the mistakes she’d made with Blackwall. She agonized over that kiss afterward, worried it was too forward of her, too stupid for her to jump at the first man to be kind to her since the warden. That maybe it would be too strange to continue, her as a highborn lady and Saeris as a representative of the Dalish. But she’d wanted to, maybe, once time permitted. Once her responsibilities cleared out, and she could think about it logically. 

And now it was too late. 

“The Freedmen,” she says, with a sniffle and a scoff. “They’re just some desperate rabble-rousers. That’s hardly a fitting end.” 

Dorian watches her with a heavy expression. “I am not sure any end is fitting, when it comes down to it. It’s always too little, too soon. You always think there will be more time.” He’s looking past her now, into the rustling foliage. Thalia swallows, remembering that Dorian has ghosts of his own, ones that follow him in his quest to aid the Inquisition. 

She sighs, wiping at her eye with a knuckle. “They didn’t even find his body.” There was a grim poetical quality to it, that Saeris should be lost in a land named for the slaughter of his ancestors. 

Dorian puts a hand on her shoulder. “Come now. It doesn’t do to dwell on the gruesome details. Return to camp with me and we can toast to his memory.” 

Thalia raises an eyebrow. “You’ve brought alcohol with you?”

“When am I ever without it?” Dorian grins. “A nice Minrathous red I’ve been saving for a special occasion, ever since I bribed the quartermaster to obtain it.” 

Thalia snorts in spite of herself. 

Dorian nods. “I think now could not be a finer time to drink it.” 

 He leads her through the gathering dusk by the elbow. Thalia stuffs the missive in the pocket of her trousers. She’ll pull it out from time to time in the future, read it over again, and wonder. 

[jwk7]

joshua - he/him, minor, canadian, july leo.

♡ history, art, music.

requests: open

fandoms i write for: percy jackson (+ the heroes of olympus), throne of glass.

characters i write for:

percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, jason grace, piper mclean, leo valdez, thalia grace, nico di angelo, will solace, clarisse la rue.

aelin galathynius, rowan whitethorn, dorian havilliard, manon blackbeak, chaol westfall, yrene towers, lorcan salvaterre, elide lochan, aedion ashryver, lysandra ennar, fenrys moonbeam, gavriel ashryver.

things i will not write: suicide, self-harm, rape, smut.

[nightingale2004]

Names for the members of the House of Prince of Harry Potter: my Hc

Male:

Rasmus

Erasmus

Tiberius

Ulrik

Dimitri

Demetrius

Vladimir/Vlad

Ivar

Ivan

Damien

Roman

Atreus

Edgar

Craven

Draven

Corvus

Corvin

Corvinus

Morpheus

Tieran

Mordred

Cain/Kane

Raven (gender-neutral)

Ignatius

Casimir

Nikolai

Mordecai

Severin

Ezekiel

Valeriyan

Rasputin

Mortimer

Octavius/Octavian

Hades

Alexander

Voltaire

Osiris

Kieran

Augustus

Mavros

Sebastian

Colin

Edmund

Gabriel

Castor

Drystan

Jericho

Erebus

Hadrian

Thanatos

Kyrell

Cassius

Acacius

Crow/ Qrow

Corbin

Bertram

Victor/Viktor

Orev

Dorian

Nicodemus

Oberon

Hezekiah

Mortis

Azhrael

Umbra/Umbros

Ereborn

Valkhar

Aurelius

Niklaus

Cole

Colton

Cassander

Bartholomew

Arsenios

Severinus

Ambrosius

Cornelius

Nathaniel

Female:

Tatiana

Seraphina

Lilith

Elvira

Dahlia

Hecate

Morgana

Morgan

Morticia

Marcellina/Marceline

Nyx

Magda

Demetria

Irina

Dominika

Sabrina

Safrina

Regina

Gwyneth

Gwyneira

Octavia

Persephone

Morana

Noxaina

Galatea

Constance

Evelyn

Belladonna

Artemis

Quintessa

Roksana

Priscilla

Marcella

Alexandria

Victoria

Selena/Selene

Gwendolyn

Guinevere

Eileen

Corvina

Coretta

Tatia

Nyssa

Irene

Francesca

Hyacinth

Susanna

Lucinda

Aviana

Urania

Aranea

Eretria

Vespera

Darci

Madeline

Nathaira

Tanith

Deyanira

Cassandra

Acacia

Lyssa

Ravenna

Melinoe

Merletta

Mystique

Raquel

Serena

Petra

Mavis

Thalia

Morwenna

Nyxara

Caladrea

Nirvanna

Obsidra

Lunaris

Luna

Draconia

Eclipsa

Meteora

Houses: Ravenclaw and Slytherin

All I got. Enjoy

[acronym-chaos]

The Spiral Inspired ID Pack

[PT: The Spiral Inspired ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Aidan, Alaric, Amara, Asher, Axiom, Azura, Calypso, Callen, Celia, Chaos, Cipher, Colette, Dante, Delirium, Dorian, Echo, Elara, Elio, Emery, Escher, Etherea, Fallon, Faye, Fragment, Gideon, Glitch, Inez, Jareth, Jinx, Kieran, Lira, Lorelei, Lucian, Lucid, Maren, Maze, Memento, Mira, Moriah, Nadia, Nebula, Niko, Obscura, Ophelia, Paradox, Phantasm, Prism, Riddle, Ripple, Selene, Shade, Shimmer, Silas, Sine, Solstice, Soren, Static, Tamsin, Tangent, Tempest, Tetra, Thalia, Valen, Vera, Zander, Zinnia

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Be / Bend / Bends; Blu / Blur / Blurs; Coi / Coil / Coils; Con / Tort / Torts [Contort]; Cur / Curve / Curves; Dist / Distort / Distorts; Echo / Echo / Echoes; Fog / Fog / Fogs; Fra / Ctal / Ctals [Fractal]; Loo / Loop / Loops; Maze / Maze / Mazes; Mirr / Ror / Mirrors; Para / Dox / Doxes [Paradox]; Puzz / Puzzle / Puzzles; Re / Ref / Refs [Reflect]; Spi / Spiral / Spirals; Swi / Swirl / Swirls; Tan / Tangle / Tangles; Twis / Twist / Twists; Warp / Warp / Warps; Whi / Whirl / Whirls; Zig / Zag / Zigzags; Zag / Zag / Zags; Zig / Zig / Zigs

Titles

[PT: Titles].

Avatar of Insanity, The Bringer of Madness, The Corrupter of Minds, The Distorted Visionary, The Endless Maze, The Illusion Weaver, The Labyrinthine Trickster, The Master of Chaos, The Mind Bender, The Paradoxical Phantom, The Reality Twister, The Shadow of Confusion, The Spiral Architect, The Vortex Voyager, [Pronoun] Who Distorts Reality, [Pronoun] Who Lurks in Loops, [Pronoun] Who Reflects Madness, [Pronoun] Who Twists Perceptions, [Pronoun] Who Warps the Mind

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom, end ID]

Requested by @mxtaroo!

Also tagging: @pronoun-arc @id-pack-archive

[videogame-ocs]

My DA Canon Worldstate family trees #3- The Trevelyan family tree (Ostwick branch)

Part 3 of my Dragon Age protagonists family tree series, this time it’s the last of the canon protagonists families (until Dreadwolf arrives), the Inquisitor herself, Anya Trevelyan.

This isn’t the last of the family trees, oh no, I’ve got a few non canon protagonists to do, especially since in my Worldstate they all still exist.

Anyway I really enjoyed doing the Trevelyan family tree because whilst I miss the origins set up in DAO, DAI offers the most freedom out of the three games in terms of imagining your protagonist’s family. More information is under the cut.

Explanations:

I actually made most of my Inquisitor’s family this time in the game because I was making my second l non canon Trevelyan play through, Bertrand Trevelyan, Anya’s oldest brother, and thought sod it, I’ll make the rest of The Trevelyan’s before I make him.

Anya is the youngest of 7. There are 15 years between Bertrand and Anya.

Percival (Percy) and Bertrand Trevelyan are two of my non canon Inquisitors BUT I headcanon those two brothers actively join the Inquisition in my canon play through at various points in the game, showing support for their little sister in her role as Inquisitor.

Frederick Trevelyan was married before he married Sophia, but his wife died of a sickness two years into the marriage.

The Trevelyan siblings are half Orlesian, but they’ve never been to Orlais because their mother refuses to take them as she doesn’t get on with her mother and sister, in fact she pretty much denounces her Orlesian heritage.

The Du Beaufort family added the Du to Beaufort to make their surname sound even more Orlesian.

Sophia Trevelyan actually changed her name from Sophie to Sophia when she ran away from Orlais and married Bann Frederick Trevelyan.

Geneviéve Du Beaufort, the Trevelyan’s cousin, actually looks eerily similar to my non-canon Lavellan Inquisitor, Thalia. There is a reason for this, a family secret that her mother and grandmother are determined to keep from everyone. Geneviéve is elf blooded. Her father is Thalia’s father, Thalia is Geneviéve’s half sister.

Geneviéve actually also jumps ship from Orlais to Ferelden and Skyhold some time in the years between Corypheus’ defeat and the Exalted Council because she has been biding her time for years to escape her entitled her mother and grandmother. She goes by Trevelyan after that, (after asking permission from her aunt’s family of course)

I head canon that the romances in the non canon playthroughs still happen in my Worldstate, mainly because Dorian and Iron Bull didn’t get together in my canon play through so I head canon that Percy and Dorian met on the journey to Skyhold, and grew close, marrying in secret sometime before the Exalted Council and because Bertrand will be romancing Cassandra when I get round to it, Bertrand met Cassandra when he joined after Orlais.

Anya and Cullen of course, being my canon romance, get married in the exalted council.

I do have a fic in the planning about whether or not they manage to get away with the whole spontaneous marriage thing with Anya’s family but it may be a while before I write it.

[slocumjoe]

Things yall apparently think count as monsterfucking, given the explanations yall have given as to how super mutants and ghouls count as monsterfucking

Hylians (not human + capable of magic)

Bretons from Skyrim (not human + capable of magic)

Elves in general (not human + capable of magic)

Twilight vampires (not human + can be immoral/dangerous + capable of magic)

Dorian Grey (immortal, has magic, immoral)

Captain America (has powers and was immortal)

Iron Man (has a magic thingy in his heart)

Percy Jackson/Annabeth/Thalia Grace/Those Characters (capable of magic, many powers, can be immoral/dangerous, can be immortal)

King Arthur (powers)

The Green Giant from the canned vegetables (inhuman, presumably has powers)

Sailor Moon (immortal and has powers)

Every Disney princess (powers)

Mages from Dragon Age. Not shapeshifters. Just mages. (Capable of magic)

She-ra/Adora from She-ra (shapeshifts into a slightly taller version of herself)

Harry Potter characters (can shapeshift and have magic)

Hannibal Lector (immoral and dangerous)

Mother Gothel (immoral, dangerous, immortal, and uses magic/a magic)

The toys from toy story (capable of dying at will, inhuman, immortal, can have powers depending on type of toy)

[sad-orlesian]

I'm so sorry it took so long, but we're back, and we're sad, and every body deserves a break.

(TW) This chapter contains mentions of dubious consent pertaining to the story being centered around an arranged marriage, so be advised!

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A little extract ~

There was no more dancing for her that night, but Thalia almost missed the mindlessness it afforded her when it was replaced by an unceasing flow of well wishers, faked worried inquiries on her wounds and insincere outrage. 

She had been so glad to be able to invite most of her friends in one place for once, and yet she barely had any more unobserved time with any of them for the rest of the evening. Her husband did not stray any more than three feet from her. Still, Cullen hovered around her, his hand at the ready close to his sword, decorative as it may be, and Dorian kept to her line of sight, making faces at the back of the courtiers talking to Thalia. Masks were indeed useful in some situations, she thought as she bit the inside of her cheek. 

Try as she might, she couldn’t stop her eyes from roaming, scanning the ballroom, hoping, dreading to see someone. Politely discussing political matters with some dignitaries, maybe. Leading a foreign lady in a fast dance. Leaning on a pillar, seeping wine and observing mischievously the revelry. Cornering a naive dalish Inquisitor in a dark library to make her see stars. 

[cassiuspr]

(CONTENT WARNING. I WENT A LITTLE CRAZY. THIS TRANSCRIPT CONTAINS GORE, BLOOD, THE KILLER, EYE TRAUMA, DEATH AND WHATNOT. BE CAREFUL.)

[Video transcript begin.]

[The video begins at chest height in a room, the door is closed, and an unconscious man with 6 arms is in the center. The person whom the device belongs to seems to be bored. After a few minutes, the man in the middle of the room wakes up. Looking around before his eyes land on the person with the device, they widen, and he scrambles backwards.]

?: Hey there! So nice of you to join me!

[Voice identified: Cassius.]

?: Y– you don’t have to do this, y’know! We’re all friends here, right?

[Voice identified: Nicholas.]

C: Hm, yeah, no. I do. And apparently we’re not. 

N: [Nervous laughter.] Whaaaat? Nooooo, we’re friends!

C: Friends don’t push each other down elevator shafts.

N: L– look, I know I’ve done some bad stuff lately, but can we just let it slid–

[Cassius takes a step towards Nicholas. The pure violent hatred is clearly audible in his voice.]

C: Do you know how much of your bullshit I’ve let slide? From the beginning of your employment to now, do you know how many times I’ve let you off easy?

N: I–

C: [As he lists things, he grows more and more angry.] Remember the 17 times you let me die just so you could take full credit for a job? Or maybe the thousands of times you’ve pulled ‘pranks’ on PR members that actively upset them? Remember when you purposefully left Dorian's finger behind so we had to go out of our way to get him a new one? Oh! Maybe you’ll fucking remember this! Laughing as I had to SNAP THALIA’S FUCKING NECK. But no! We’re all friends here, right?

N: Oh, real mature, bringing Thalia int–

C: [Forcefully.] Enough. 

[Nicholas flinches back, Cassius takes another step forward.]

C: You’ve crossed a line today, Nicholas. 

N: S– so? Just snap my n– neck already, man. 

C: Your obliviousness is funny. History lesson time! Do you know what we used to do in France if someone committed high treason?

N: No…? Wh– pretty– pretty egotistical. To consider yourself–

C: Dismemberment, that’s what. Can you see where I’m going with this?

[Nicholas pales, and Cassius finally closes the distance between the two of them. Grabbing Nicholas by one of his 6 arms and yanking on it, one leg braced against his torso, he screams in pain as the arm is ripped off, blood begins to seep from where it had sat.]

C: Oh, you think that was bad! Just wait until I get to your actual fucking limbs.

[Cassius continues to do this, and the screaming only gets louder and more agonized as he does. Within 10 minutes, each metal arm is removed, Nicholas moves his two arms around, seemingly trying to get used to the feeling. Tears flow down his face from the pain of the whole ordeal.]

N: P– please, Cass, I– just– just kill me already! 

[Cassius scoffs at Nicholas’ plea, and just reaches forward and takes hold of his right arm. Nicholas shakes, either from the miserable state he’s in, or from fear. Maybe even both. Cassius begins laughing uncontrollably, and he yanks on Nicholas’ arm once, twice, and then finally three times, it comes out on the third. Nicholas lets out a shriek worthy of a horror movie. Cassius holds the arm out in front of him, and waits until Nicholas opens his eyes again before bringing it to his mouth and seemingly taking a large bite. He discards it, and grabs his left leg next. This time stamping down on his upper leg, and bending the lower part backwards. Nicholas’ voice is hoarse as he screams out again.]

C: Mm… Might have to speed this up a bit…

N: [Quietly.] Please.

[Cassius jerks his arm, snapping Nicholas’ leg, another shout. It sounds as if his voice can’t take much more.]

[He pulls out his phone, a glare on the screen preventing it from being seen. He puts it away.]

C: Yeahhh. As fun as this has been. It’s time to finish this. Ready to die?

[Nicholas shakes his head, as the silhouette of the spider legs appear on the ground. Terror fills his eyes, and Cassius begins to hysterically laugh, it turns into more of a screech, inhuman in nature, as the spider legs dig into Nicholas, aiding in the cutting of the rest of his limbs. Before Nicholas can bleed out, Cassius jams them into his torso, and ever so slowly cuts the man open, spilling organs out onto the now blood covered floor.]

C: Now, final touch!

[Two spider legs make their way to Nicholas’ head, positioning themselves right above his eyes, the man is unable to move away as they stick themselves right into his eye sockets. The dying man now remains still. Cassius makes a small satisfied noise, and reaches up to the camera, turning the transcript off.]

[Transcript end.]

[dark-elf-writes]

Iron Bull dragged Annabeth away. He's the biggest and he remembers a similar incident a few years back on Seheron he doesn't talk about. She's screaming, and begging and it can't be. Can't be the end. She can't have lost him like this. Haven falls and her screams echo louder then ever.

(when he comes back, she drops to her knees praying to the gods. Later she grabs him and kisses him and begs him to marry her.

He's hers and she will make people know it. She can't lose him. Never again)

In the end it’s decided that Dorian and Bull will go with Percy and Annabeth to the final trebuchet. Thalia, Grover and Thalia try to argue, try o go with them, but there’s too many wounded, too many dying, and the evacuation group need as many heavy hitters can be spared. Between Nico and Thalia they have ground and air coverage (and fuck those lighting bolts and massive cracks in the ground are next level magic that makes Bull itch) and their little healer friend already looks almost dead on his feet as he runs from one cot to another, stabilizing those that need carried and tying the final bandages on those that can walk. They need to stay back. Need to help the evacuation. None of them like it.

(Percy doesn’t try to convince Annabeth to stay back. No one is brave enough to suggest it when they see that dragon bone sword of hers and the cold look in gray eyes.)

Still Percy smiles and twirls that odd sword of his. “You’re acting like this is my first siege. I got this.”

He’s scared. They’re all scared, really, but for kids they hide it better than anyone Bull has ever seen. Better than some soldiers. Better than the whimpering veteran (ex Templar it looks like. Glorified guardsmen, not meant for assaults like this) Will is shoving a potion into before herding him off to join the others.

Bull can respect it. He also hates it.

The tamassarins would love to get their hands on these kids, bas or not. Warriors born and bred. Unflinching in the face of death.

Why does the idea make him want to roar?

So only the four of them head for the trebuchet and resolve to make the Templar bastards fucking choke on Haven if they want it so bad.

Annabeth takes a hard hit from the lumbering behemoth of red lyrium that was apparently once a human. It’s only the Vint’s quick barrier that keeps her bones from clapping in impact. She still hits the snow with a shriek as Percy takes the final blow. Bull waves the kid off before he can run to her, already moving to lift her.

There’s no time, and He’s the closest to the trebuchet. It needs to be aimed, and strong as the kid is Bull will be able to move faster carrying Annabeth if they need to make a break for it.

And they do need to make a break for it. Percy gets the damn thing aimed at the mountain just in time for the dragon to come back.

A wall of blighted fire separates Bull, Dorian, Annabeth from Percy. A hulking darkspawn walks through the flames like they’re nothing, focused only on the glowing green light of the kid’s hand.

Bull can do the math. The Vint can too by the way he sucks in a breath and curses when he sees the splinters that were once his staff.

Percy does the math in his own it seems, looking at the darkspawn, at the fire and the dragon, at the horizon cold and empty showing the others were still running. Then he looks at Bull and nods. His sword is missing. He looks so damn small compared to the bastard stalking ever closer. He does not waver.

Bull wants to roar. Wants to rip that fucking darkspawn to shreds. Wants to haul the kid out with his bare hands.

But it’s three lives to one, and Annabeth has done the math too.

“No!” The girl screams, twisting with more force than Bull anticipated for her size and with her injuries. “No! Percy!”

“Bull,” The Vint gasps, drawing in the dregs of his magic without a focus and hefting the girl’s sword. He will run back in, Bull realizes. Will give his life to get the kids out. Against his will, Bull feels a flash of respect.

But he knows how this goes.

He adjusts his grip on Annabeth in one hand, snags the back of the Vint’s robes in the other, and runs.

The girl screams the whole way, beating on his arm until he will be covered in bruises and calling him every name under the sun until her voice breaks and shatters. The Vint is kind enough to cast barriers over him so she can’t do too much damage. Bull wishes he wasn’t. Wishes he could feel the full force of her blows. Wishes she had that damned sword in her hands so she could run him through with it.

They make it to the last stragglers on the path and keep running. Annabeth rights the whole time. Fights until the flare is set off and the avalanche comes down.

He will never forget the scream she let out until the day he died. Will never forget how she finally wrenched free of him and collapsed into the snow whispering prayers through her sobs. Will never forget the haunted looks on the other kids’ faces as one by one they joined her.

(He doesn’t let their little healer tend to the scratches and bruises covering his arm. The kid doesn’t push all that hard anyway instead resting glowing hands over Annabeth while she prays.)

Bull finds his boys and sags to the ground by them. Only Krem is brave enough to press a hand to his shoulder.

[nirikeehan]

Happy Friday Niri! For DADWC, how about #31 from Artifacts of Thedas, for Cullen and Dorian (heh heh): A Satinalia mask

HI DEMA thank you!! This deliciously fit right into my ongoing masquerade side quest fic set in Pravinquisition AU, previous installation here

Also I was an absolute maniac and managed (I hope) to shove five Cullen & Dorian prompts into one scene, so thank you @zenstrike, @rosella-writes, @kiastirling, and @liza011 for these additional prompts:

overdramatic arguments about non-important subjects

All I Do is Wear Cool Outfits, Tell Jokes and Hide My Depression

doing things in sync

'Rule one: Don’t get caught.'

Madness. But perfect for them and I think I got them all

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 1350

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Cullen stood sentry in the corner of a marble-pillared room, watching the revelry with distaste. A pair of inebriated Orlesians had taken it upon themselves to climb upon a makeshift stage and butcher the Fereldan tavern song Andraste’s Mabari. He was nominally glad the panther-shaped mask he wore hid his grimace, though the rest of him wanted to wrench the damn thing off his face. It made his forehead itch something awful. 

He was grateful to see Dorian stroll into the room and make eye contact. The Tevinter mage looked far more comfortable at this soiree than Cullen knew he would be in a million years. Dorian cut a sharp figure in blues and greens. He wore a black half-mask; it was adorned with feathers and sparkled even in the dim light.

“I hope you’re not grinding your teeth too hard in there, Commander,” Dorian said jovially, sidling up with a goblet of wine in one hand. “You’re like to give yourself a headache.”

Cullen opened his mouth to protest, only to realize how correct the mage was. He worked his jaw, trying to loosen it up. “I didn’t think I’d have to suffer attacks on my homeland when I agreed to come here, that’s all.”

Dorian tilted his head, caught wind of the lyrics, and took a stiff sip of his drink. “I see your point. Perhaps we ought to go somewhere a touch, ah, quieter?”

“Please.” 

They ducked down a hallway that spilled out onto a small courtyard. The chill night was a welcome respite from the stuffiness of the Comte de Valette’s estate. The place seemed deserted, so Cullen removed the mask to the feel the relief of open air on his face. Any moment an angry Orlesian noble would probably materialize and command he put it back on — the allure of secrecy and all that — but for the moment he could think unburdened. 

“Tut, tut, Commander,” Dorian chided, smirking at his clear hatred of the mask and all it signified, “do you also remove your helm mid-battle?” 

“This farce of a party is hardly the battlefield,” Cullen grumbled. “And perhaps if I hadn’t let Fidencio design my entire outfit I’d feel less like a made-up doll.” The whole ensemble had been the bard’s idea. Cullen stood all in black, with a paisley patterned in velvet on his jerkin, gold trim on the sleeves, and a black overcoat. He already felt like a mummer’s idea of a pirate, but then Fidencio had insisted upon the damn mask to complete the look. Because a lion �� Cullen’s suggestion — was the official sigil of Orlais and would send the wrong message. “Did the bard pick out your costume as well?” 

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Commander, but I’d never need a theatre man to dress me properly.” Dorian smirked into his wine goblet. “I happen to dress this sharply on the regular, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. Why, this was just my Satinalia mask from last year.” 

“I bet.” Cullen paid the boasting no mind. “Anything to report?”

“Sadly not. The Inquisitor and I spoke to all the premiere nobles of the Orlesian court — you think they’d want to hide their identities better, but I found them quite easy to identify. They had little and less to say. Nothing but praise for the Comte, but curiously no one can find the man.” 

“Strange, do you think?” Cullen asked. “That the Comte should be so aloof?” 

“Ah, who knows?” Dorian countered. “I’ve been to galas in Tevinter thrown while the host wasn’t even in the country. He’d do it just to remind everyone he still had more money than the Maker.” 

“And Lady Thalia?” Cullen asked, scanning the windows facing the courtyard. In the orange glow of the rooms, the revelers cut ghastly, demon-like shadows. Or maybe that was just how it seemed. The mind could play tricks, and Cullen hadn’t wanted Thalia to accept the Comte’s invitation even before he learned that de Valette was rumored to be some dark mage. 

“She was with Fidencio, last I checked. In that room with the enchanted butterflies.” 

“Maybe I should check on her. No offense to Fidencio, but I’ve seen him in the sparring ring. He’s more of a lover than a fighter.” 

Dorian snorted. “That he is, for certain.” 

Cullen waited for a snide remark about Fidencio’s swordplay in alternative arenas, but Dorian merely smirked. It seemed he was too polite to grasp for the low-hanging fruit. That was fine with Cullen, who had uncovered a strange sense of foreboding he couldn’t shake. He replaced the asinine mask on his face and headed back inside with Dorian matching his stride.

Dorian led the way to the butterfly room, which was full of the flitting insect lanterns and simpering party guests, but no Inquisitor or the headwear-loving bard. Cullen’s bad feeling worsened. 

“Well, they were just here,” Dorian added unhelpfully. 

Cullen walked brusquely from room to room, checking with his stationed soldiers along the way, but none had seen the Lady Thalia. Even Blackwall confessed they’d only crossed paths before she’d met up with Fidencio. 

Dorian kept pace, cracking bad jokes along the way, until Cullen finally snapped, “Are you incapable of taking anything seriously?” 

Dorian sobered. “Ah, yes, the humor is just my dominant coping mechanism, I’m afraid. I’m actually a bit nervous myself.” 

Cullen let out a slow breath. “Any idea where they could have gone?” 

“No, but I think we must employ process of elimination here, Commander.” He leaned against the wall in a small, winding corridor and crossed his arms. “Thus far the masquerade has been confined to the ground floor of the chateau and surrounding environs. As Inquisition soldiers have been stationed in both places, I think it’s safe to assume they’re not there.” 

“So that leaves, what, upstairs? In the guest chambers? ” Cullen did not like to think about what might be transpiring up there. One heard tell of what transpired at certain Orlesian parties. “I hope Fidencio would not be fool enough to let Thalia near any sort of—” Could he even say it?

“I think it’s unlikely Fidencio would have led her to an orgy,” Dorian said blithely. “Unless she asked to go— which is also unlikely,” he added before Cullen’s pulse could spike too much. “Goodness, you have met the girl, haven’t you? She can barely handle one man, let alone a whole gaggle.” 

Cullen chose not to dignify any of that with a response. “So then, where else?” 

A silent beat passed between the two men, and they spoke in unison: “The cellar.” 

“There must be one,” Dorian said. “This is a castle. What’s a castle without a wine cellar?” 

“And a dungeon,” Cullen said darkly. What if the Comte de Valette had made an appearance after all, and now Thalia was his captive? 

“Commander, your imagination is at times alarming,” Dorian said lightly. 

“I’m in charge of an army. I’m paid to think about the worst case scenario.”

“Be that as it may.” Dorian paced back and forth in the corridor, and raised a finger in the air. “I think I might know a way in.” 

“Oh?” Cullen asked. 

“A little staircase I came across when I took a wrong turn earlier in the evening. A pageboy assured me it was just the servant stairwell and steered me back to the party.” 

Cullen drew the mask from his face, wiping the perspiration from his brow. “Do you think you can find it again?”

Dorian stroked the end of his mustache. “I’m fairly certain, yes.” 

“Though I suppose we’ll have to think of a fine excuse, to allow ourselves entry,” Cullen mused. “Unless we want the entire chateau alerted to our movements.” 

“Spoken like someone who never snuck around much in his youth.” Dorian flashed him a mischievous grin.

Cullen sighed. “What do you want me to say? The Templar barracks were well-monitored.” 

“Oh, don’t misunderstand me; that was not meant to be a slight. I only mean, Commander, you’ve not yet learned rule number one in subterfuge: don’t get caught.”

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HAPPY FRIDAY EDDDD maybe maybe some friendship time for OCs (Thalia & Alora or Thalia & Talenna???) + ❛ i can keep a secret ❜ from the platonic prompts??? 👉👈

YALL THEYRE SO CUTE I CAN'T TwT Thanks so much for this prompt Niri, and for letting me write Thalia!!! (Hopefully I did okay on characterization kjbewfrjewgh) Can't get enough of her and Alora having cute times as horse buddies <3

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Rated T: Very minor mentions of sex and implied sex, 467 Words

Secrets Shared| By Exalted_Dawn

Thalia paused in her brushing, a cloud of dirt and sawdust kicking up beneath her curry comb as her hand came to an abrupt stop. She stared, wide eyed, over at Alora, her mouth slack jawed as the elf only ducked her head further against the piebald horse’s withers. “Oh my goodness, wait, did you actually?!”

The blonde’s ears lit up a bright red, nearly glowing, and ever so slowly Alora nodded her head. “Sathan- please don’t tell anyone. Creators forbid Dorian- shit, or Sera, finds out. I’ll never hear the end of it. The last thing I need right now are impromptu sex safety talks and accompanying gagging noises…”

Thalia stifled a giggle, a few strands of her deep auburn hair falling into her face as she ducked to hide her amusement. As soon as she regained her composure, she resumed her work, falling back into that familiar steady rhythm of brush and comb. “No worries, Ali. I can keep a secret. But really- good for you. You both deserved a bit of time to yourselves after everything that’s been happening as of late. I suppose I just didn’t expect either of you to take the proverbial jump.” She paused, blinking. “Wait a minute. Which one of you made the first move?”

Alora’s face snapped up from her hiding place, the flush from her ears now also painted across the soft round curve of her friend’s cheeks in a way that made her Vallaslin an almost violent scarlet by comparison. 

“Thalia!” She cried in a broken whisper, as if scandalized Thalia had even asked. 

Blackwall’s head shot up from the corner of the stables, his brows lifting questioningly in Thalia’s direction in wordless concern. The redhead shook her head with a laugh and shooed away his worried gaze with a wave of her hand towards the workbench, and then returned her attention back to Alora. 

The girl was glaring at her with about as fierce an expression she could manage, but honestly that really wasn’t saying much. Thalia felt her lips twitch again with laughter, but for both Alora and the horse’s sake, she kept it in. “You’ll need to be more careful if you don’t want anyone else finding out about you and Solas. But still, I think I’m owed an answer for my discretion.” 

She stared expectantly at Alora, meeting her amber gaze with a sky-calm one of her own. 

One second.

Two seconds.

Three sec-

“...It was me…”

Oh my-

Thalia’s delighted squeal echoed in the near empty barn, followed soon after by the clatter of woodworking tools and the combined curses of Alora and Blackwall both. Alasalen shifted on uneasy feet, pulling at his ropes with his ears pinned flat. 

And somewhere across Skyhold, Solas sat, ignorant of secrets shared. For now.

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