Thinking About That Concept Sketch Of The Companions Around The Table Again. Emmrich’s Fancy Posing.

Rook will obliterate every barrel and crate he finds like any graceful and sublime assassin should. He is truly the pride of Antiva.

And Viago is at his limit.

Lucien de Riva and art made by Barguest, do not copy or reupload please.

Companions: that Cole thing is creepy and probably a demon you should get rid of him

Inquisitor:

I will kill any god you ask.

dragon age twt au? dragon age twt au. HAWKE X INQUISITION EDITION

sorry for not spacing these out more but i have worms infesting my brains and they’re all sending me psychic attacks related to dragon age.

They have Ashur.

Tarquin runs, lungs burning, breath lurching, his robes soaked through with rain and Venatori blood. His shield-arm screams with pain from a firebolt he didn’t entirely dodge. He ignores it all, hurtling through streets and over rooftops, heedless of the fact that he’s wearing his Shadow Dragon getup in stark daylight; that a bloodied man with a sword charging through Dock Town is drawing stares and probably more fucking Venatori. Tarquin cannot give two shits right now about who sees him, or who follows him, because they have Ashur.

They’ll unmask him, in front of the whole city, the whole Imperium. They’ll kill him slow. They’ll hang his body on the walls, like the Magisters of old used to do to traitors and cowards. Because Ashur decided to slip away and try to bring down a pack of blood mages alone, even though he’s eaten up with Blight. Because he didn’t tell Tarquin.

Didn’t say shit. Slipped away from their safehouse while Tarquin was out getting food. Didn’t even give Tarquin a chance to stop him, or to come along.

They have Ashur.

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your ocs should be friends with mine btw. my ocs told me they want to be friends with yours. theyre too shy to ask so i have to tell you. my ocs are asking your ocs to be friends with them

i hope you write (i hope we both write)

Hi!!! Happy Thedas Weekend!! How about “Rook trying to impress someone.” from the story time prompts, for Mel Mercar?

I need you to know this prompt gave me one of the biggest breakthroughs on Mel's character I've had so far! you have both my heart and my sincerest thanks !!!! hope you enjoy this little blurb, and tysm for prompting for @thedasweekend <3

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"You're sweet." Neve said. Two words, spoken casually over her shoulder as she climbed the staircase ahead. Just two words and Mel Mercar knew she was utterly lost, stumbling a step in her haste to follow.

'Sweet.' Later, the word clattered around in her mind, even as she explored their strange new landing spot. The Lighthouse thrummed with strange magic, making Mel's skin tingle, though not nearly as much as it did when Neve looked at her.

'Sweet.' No one had ever called Mel that before and she'd been called a lot of things. Harsh, sure. Brusque, off-putting. Brutish, on occasion. Lots of expletives, now that she thought about it. But never sweet.

She felt powerfully now the impulse to be sweet. Ignoring the nagging feeling that she'd somehow tricked Neve (she couldn't—Neve was far too clever), Mel began finding reasons to stop in to Neve's office. Often, she was bearing gifts. Or, coffee she learned to brew herself, following carefully Lucanis' instruction. Dinner, if Neve didn't make it out to eat with everyone, her attention snagged on one case or another.

If she ever went on a mission without Neve at her side, she'd bring any trinket that caught her eye, or books, newspapers, a nice journal or feathered quill. Once, notably, a beautifully handmade magnifying glass. Mel had thought herself particularly clever for that one.

Each time she was rewarded with some version of 'you're sweet' and that world-shattering smile, Mel believed it a little more. She could be sweet, for Neve. She could be anything.

Day 7 of #Veiltober - Davrin Griffon Daddy.