A Well Deserved Catnap 🐈

Day 7 of #Veiltober - Davrin Griffon Daddy.

impure thoughts today surroundingthe song Rule #34 by Fish in a Birdcage and some dark Emmrich vibes like if u agree

Rook Tarot Ask Game: Romance Edition

Happy Valentine's Day! I'm back with more major arcana-inspired questions for your Rook, this time focused on romance. The questions do contain spoilers, so proceed with caution!

The Fool: Describe the first meeting between Rook and their love interest. What was Rook thinking in that moment? Was it an instant attraction?

The Magician: How does trust develop between Rook and their partner?

The High Priestess: How did Rook respond to their developing feelings? Did they embrace the new feelings or hide from them?

The Empress: What actions do Rook and their love interest take to nurture their relationship?

The Emperor: What is the foundation of Rook’s relationship? What is the bond that holds them and their partner together?

The Hierophant: What is most sacred between Rook and their love interest? How do they honour that?

The Lovers: What does Rook learn about themself and their desires through their relationship with their love interest?

The Chariot: What does Rook do to balance their responsibilities as team leader with their responsibilities to their partner? Does one ever slip in favour of another? Do these two roles ever conflict?

Strength: Who makes the first move? How is it received? Is this reflective of their relationship dynamic in general?

The Hermit: In the quiet moments where it’s just the two of them, how do Rook and their partner share that time?

The Wheel of Fortune: Each of Rook’s potential love interests are dealing with significant personal issues and difficult choices. How do these choices affect their relationship, and how does Rook support them through their personal journey?

Justice: Reflect on the argument Rook and their partner have in the lead-up to the final battle. What emotions are driving the conversation? How is the issue resolved? 

The Hanged Man: How did Rook’s love interest respond to them being trapped in the Fade? If they were unaware (sacrificed or blighted), what was it like for Rook having to confront that in the Fade?

Death La Petite Mort: What does sex mean for Rook and their partner? How do they express themselves through sex, and how does this reflect their relationship in general? If their relationship is non-sexual, what does intimacy mean to them?

Temperance: What does Rook need to heal within themself to become a better partner? What about their SO?

The Devil: This is not a fun card to pull in a romance reading, especially not for Valentine’s Day. Instead, share a song that makes you think of your Rook and their partner. 

The Tower: How do Rook and their partner support each other in coping with the trauma they’ve endured? 

The Star: What does hope in the aftermath look like for Rook and their love interest? When things feel hopeless, how do they act as each other’s light in the darkness?

The Moon: The moon is bright because it reflects the light of the sun. Which qualities do Rook and their partner bring out in each other? Are these qualities positive or negative? 

The Sun: What is something Rook’s partner does that gives them that warm fuzzy feeling?

Judgement: What does Rook see when they look at their partner? What does their partner see when they look back?

The World: Thedas is saved, but changed. Where do Rook and their love interest go from here? Is marriage on the table? Children? What milestones do they have to look forward to?

This watcher coat looks so warm and comfy!!

all together now

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Viago: Let’s not Rook this into a worse situation than it already is.

Rook: Did you just use my name as a verb?

I finally have time to draw 🎉 I'm so rusty but I've got like eight other Dragon Age sketches in the wings so hopefully that'll help!

Took some inspiration from Visual Calculus for the background

There's just something about Rook and Lucanis reaffirming their support and love for each other throughout the game that makes me so emotional.

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happy thedas weekend!!!! "i am not a fool entire, no, i know what's coming" is a lyric from bitter water by the oh hellos-- it was giving me some angsty warden vibes ?

I'm right there with you @veilguardiumleviosa. I'm feeling a dramatic sort of monologue so here you go, I hope you like it!

For @thedasweekend

Words: 360

Characters: Dwarf Warden (Garnet Aeducan)

Warnings: Ruminations on death

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I am not a fool. First and last, no longer. Blood was the price of of a moment's foolishness, dearly paid. It bought me this future, such that it is, dark and ever-racing, waiting to meet me with eager arms.

To think that I had thought my exile in the Deep Roads to be my final walk to death. Inevitable and present always, waiting only for me to lay down and sleep. The Joining has shown me the truth of it, washed my eyes clear with its tainted blood.

I feel that touch of death always on the wind. In the Stone under my feet, forever lost to me, and in the water I drink that turns to dust in my mouth.

Am I still my father's daughter? I hardly feel myself some days. How completely they took you from me. My stone and bones. Brother and mother. And left me the blood-price or death.

If only I'd known it had hardly been a choice. Death was always part of it. But now it hides in the shadows, no waiting to embrace me and lay me on the Stone's breast. Like a scavenger, it simply waits for me to fall, to take my skin and bones and twist them into everything I have fought against.

Was it worth it, this temporary escape from the Roads, only to know that I will, in time, have to walk them again?

Yes, always yes.

If I was taught anything, it was to fight with all my resources until the bitter end. The Darkspawn do not despair, they do not bargain, do not quail. My blood, my body, my life, have bought me a more distant end. More time to fight. More time to spill the blood that every day becomes more a part of me.

I know what is coming. Whispers and darkness and something that sounds like a wordless promise. Not of glory, nor riches, nor power. Purpose? It calls, always distant, always present. I know what it will make me, in time.

I only hope I will have spilled enough blood to make it all worth it, when the time comes.