Ooh, may I prompt “I thought you didn’t want me.” for Cass/Varric?

antivanruffles:

I did one here, but let’s do it again!

Usually Varric hated waiting while someone read his work. He much preferred to be far, far away while they scanned the pages and made their judgments and thought their critiques or inevitably pulled at a face some likely terrible prose.

Doubly so when that person was the Seeker.

Her expressive face contorting this way and that while she read. Sometimes mumbling under her breath as she re-read a passage, or crying out indignantly when she reached a part she did not particularly like.

However, it was the last chapter and she had immediately turned and sat on the edge of his bed when he’d handed it to her. Varric had briefly thought about leaving the room altogether, but that seemed a little silly. So he waited. But he resolutely kept from looking at her while she read, at least until she gasped out loud. Then he glanced up just in time to see her turn woeful brown eyes on him.

“’I thought you didn’t want me,’” she quoted out loud. “How could he think such a thing! All she has done has proven that she loves him, and only him!”

He snorted. “Keep reading.”

“’I have only ever wanted you.’“ She gasped again, clutched the manuscript to her chest. “This is all I have ever wanted!”

“Happy to oblige you then, Seeker.” He laughed and turned back to his desk, pretended to shuffle some papers while she finished the last few paragraphs.

“Varric?” she asked carefully after a moment, suddenly at his elbow.

“Yes?”

“May I say that.. this feels different than the other chapters. Not in a bad way, it is just that the tone is not the same.”

He shrugged, pressed his lips together. “I don’t know, maybe I just have some new inspiration?”

Cassandra seemed to mull that over for a moment before gently laying the manuscript down on his desk. It was an almost reverent gesture.

“Varric?” she asked again. He glanced up at her, watched as she sucked in a deep breath. “She would be a fool not to want him.”

He could only blink at her dumbly, trying to process what she had said. He watched as she turned on her heel and head toward the door, only to leave without another word. Varric finally came back to himself when the door clicked shut.

“Cassandra, wait!” he called as his chair crashed to the floor in his rush to catch her.

AAAAAUGH I JUST DIED

Ok like I’ve seen people mention this ship before and I’ve been like “aw sure I can see that” but this

THIS

IS SO PERFECTLY WHAT THEY WOULD BE LIKE, OMG FUCKING KILL ME❤️

Abelas/Lavellan: Smut and sadness and oh my god why am I like this

Read here on AO3: The One Who Will Live On

As some of you might have seen, I started writing this little fic last week and finished it today. There’s smut. There’s cake. Maybe a few funny bits. Mostly it’s sad. And now I’ve ended up with a new DA bae to cry over. Whatever it’s fine I’m fine I’ll get over the game soon I promise

Oh yeah, and I actually make reference to his stupid jacked thighs in the fic because WHY NOT WHY NOT

pikapeppa:

pikapeppa:

pikapeppa:

The Keeper of the Spurflints Hunting Grounds

Obviously I’m NILOY TRASH FOREVERRRR but uh also I have a crush on the Stealth Trials Keeper so here’s a smutty oneshot I wrote about him. Yikes.

ENJOY. And we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled Niloy programming in the New Year. xoxo

You guys are enablers so now this has mutated from a oneshot into a three-part minific. ARE YOU ALL PLEASED WITH YOURSELVES

Here’s part 2. Enjoy, and don’t mind me while I go and apologize profusely to Nil for cheating on him 😭 😏

Aaaaand here’s part 3 of the Keeper mini-series. 

Guys, thanks so much for reading! I’m honestly stunned at the small but MIGHTY number of hits and kudos and comments. You’re lovely, all of you! 

Reposting because I still love this little fic 8 months later. Oddly enough, it’s one of my favourite things to have written ❤️

Source: pikapeppa

Only the Best Solas Quotes

the-emerald-halla:

There are sooo many. Here are some of my faves. Some are deep as hell, some are pure salt & sass, some are as smooth as his shiny bald head.

  • No real god need prove himself. Anyone who tries is mad or lying. 
  • I enjoy the frilly cakes!
  • We were all young once. Makes me giggle every time.
  • I am grim and fatalistic. Getting you into bed is merely an enjoyable side benefit.
  • I lay in dark and dreaming sleep while countless wars and ages passed. I woke still weak a year before I joined you.
  • The Inquisitor turns her hawk-like gaze to me, penetrating deep into my most secret desires. Only… Not. I care deeply for many things beyond the Fade. Just not you.
  • The healer has the bloodiest hands.
  • It’s comforting that whatever qualities I lack, you’ll invent for me, Varric.
  • I volunteered to help, Inquisitor. Rattle the bars if you like, but I chose to enter this cage. 
  • Ah – because I am an apostate. I might flee before the Inquisition throws me in chains?
  • Ass.
  • We must mark the occasion of the Dalish remembering something correctly. Perhaps we should plant a tree.
  • Or pomposity…
  • Most people do [forget Fen’Harel]
  • I will try, in my own fumbling way, to try and learn from how you helped to seal the rift at Haven. Ah, wait. My memory misleads me. You were not there.
  • How small the pain of one man seems when weighed against the endless depths of memory, of feeling, of existence. That ocean carries everyone. And those of us who learn to see its currents move through life with fewer ripples.
  • Please speak up – I cannot hear you over your outfit.
  • Provided it tied you down first, one assumes.
  • And of course: ALL OF THE ENJOYABLE SIDE BENEFITS FLIRTS.

If I missed any good ones, add your own!

UghhhHHHHHH HIS LINES ARE ALL SO FUCKING GOOD KILL ME

“May I please draw your OC?”

carminecrossroads:

Reblog this message if you encourage anyone that wants to draw your OC to do so.  No need to ask for permission in advance.

Go for it.  Draw my OC.  If you want, I’ll even give you reference posts.  Go to town on it.

You are welcome to draw my OC and surprise me with the result.  Seriously.  In fact, I encourage it.  I will proudly display whatever it is you submit to me regarding my OC.  There is a chance that I will squeal about it for several days.

Even if you feel you aren’t good at whatever artistic adventure it is you do, please feel free to submit it to me.  I want to see what you have done.

This also goes for anyone who has ever been inspired to write something based on one of my fics. I LOVE hearing that people have been inspired to write based on something I wrote. You know who you are, so I won’t name you! ❤️❤️

If I inspired you to write (or draw!), please feel free to send me messages with your links or snippets! I try to be a Writing Mum™ as much as I can within the constraints of my own time and my own obsessive writing habits, and I want to encourage you all as much as possible!

chillyrose:

Helloo everyone! This is my first ever giveaway! 

I recently hit 200 followers so I figured I’d do a little giveaway to thank you guys ^.^ 💕 so heres the rules:

  • You have to be following me (new followers are welcome but don’t just follow for the giveaway, you know the drill)
  • 1 reblog = 1 entry / 1 like = 1 entry (no spamming plz) 
  • August 15th is the deadline to enter.
  • Winners will have 24 hours to respond otherwise I will have to chose another winner. 

I will draw OCs only this time. (I mostly do Dragon Age but I’m open to other fandoms so long as I have references/ faceclaims etc.)  

No animals/furries or anything too complex. sorry. 

Kofi are always appreciated 💕 

Good Luck!! ^.^ 

Yayyyyy Chilly! Good luck to me *fingers crossed!!* ☺️

Source: chillyrose

Abelas/Levallan: Pika starts a new Dragon Age WIP

pikapeppa:

pikapeppa:

Uhh…. is anyone interested in this rare pair?

I started working on a thing. I only meant it to be like a little short smutty thing. But then plotbunnies happened and it might end up being a Longer Thing™. FML? 

In case anyone is interested, here is a preview. 

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“I had hoped you would come,” a familiar voice said.

Abelas pursed his lips in displeasure as a hooded figure drew up beside him. He shook his head slightly as he gazed at the strange banners flying from the ramparts of Tarasyl’an Te’las. The titanic castle had once been the proud fortress of Mythal’s staunchest supporters. Now, its occupants seemed little more than naslahna’miol crawling along its walls, doing their best to rebuild something that their brutish hands could never restore.

“You surrendered your stronghold to these shemlen,” he said.

It was a statement, not a question, but Fen’Harel nodded his head all the same. “The leader of their organization, the Inquisitor, has been quite effective so far. Surprisingly so, if truth be told. Assisting her in her goals has been an efficient way of achieving my own. Gifting the castle to these people was little sacrifice to me, but it has given them much.” He paused, then added, “It has given them hope that the world can be better.”

Abelas huffed a quiet breath through his nose. “You sound like you admire them.”

Fen’Harel turned slowly to look at him, and Abelas instinctively dropped his gaze at the expression on the Dread Wolf’s face. “I take no joy in what is to come,” he said quietly. “I do not resent them their lives here, and nor should you. It should never have been this way, but that is not their fault.”

Abelas was silent, and Fen’Harel eventually turned back to face the castle. The wind whipped their cloaks, and clouds chased across the sky with a swirling bluster of snow as they gazed at the ancient stronghold.

Fen’Harel finally sighed and turned to face him again. “I assumed you had come to join my efforts. Was I incorrect?”

Abelas pursed his lips again, then shook his head. “No. I serve Mythal still. If your plans honour her, then I would assist.”

Fen’Harel was silent for a long moment. Then finally he nodded. “Excellent,” he said. “Then you will join us at Tarasyl’an Te’las. There is someone you should meet in a less… antagonistic capacity.”

Keep reading

First three chapters are up! Happily tapping away at the fourth. 

Read on AO3: The One Who Will Live On

Thanks to those who have already expressed interest!!  Rarepair lovers FTW! ❤️

Tiny lighthearted snippet from Chapter 4: 

Varric shook his head and huffed. “Andraste’s ass. The Inquisitor and the angry elf grandpa? I don’t know if I can spin this in a flattering light.” He adopted a mocking storyteller’s voice. “‘The Inquisitor fluttered her eyelashes at the ancient warrior. ‘Meet me on the highest tower,’ she crooned. ‘But be careful that you don’t break your hip.’”  

I posted the fourth chapter of The One Who Will Live On. Currently working on the fifth. And to think I said something along the lines of “oh I might finish this story this month maybe perhaps”

hahahahah
aaaaahahaahhahahhhhelp me i’m obsessed seND H E L P 

Excerpt from chapter 5:

In the space of a few short weeks, a mere blink of an eye in the time of his people, Athera Lavellan had sunk into his blood so thoroughly that the mere thought of her made his heart pound more forcefully than a war drum.

 Thanks to those lovely shippers who have been reading along! Mythal’enaste! ❤️

You and your damn Aloy/Nil ship! 😍 I blame you for turning my gaze away from Ereden! Hehehe

Dear @felorinbailenshield2,

My immediate response: omg yayyyyy I’m so glad you like my Aloy/Nil! Like, genuinely and seriously thrilled. Thank you times a million for getting into them! So fantastic to have more friends in the Niloy fam! ❤️

Also my immediate response: AAAAAAAHAHAH YES YES COME OVER TO THE DARK SIDE MY PRETTY. TURN YOUR EYES FROM ALL OTHERS AND PRAISE THE MURDER HUSBAND. 😈

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– Much love from your friendly neighbourhood Pika xoxo 😂