Appreciating any and all sapphic relationships in Dragon Age!

f!Rook De Riva/Bellara Lutare(/Neve), 1185 words, under the cut or on ao3

for @dragonagesapphicweek Day 3 (prompts: "yearning/unrequited"), i present: yearning for the same person as a bonding activity.

It's late. (Maybe. Bea thinks it's late, but Maker only knows what time it actually is in this pocket away from reality. She's started to go by the headache that builds after she's been on her feet too long, these days.) Bellara's got an open journal on her lap next to Bea, and the silence between them is companionable. It's not uncommon for them to curl up together like this; Bellara's a bit like a lantern in the dark for Bea, makes it easier to see clearly knowing that if she needs to talk, Bel's always willing. It's not the sort of friendship she thought she'd find at the edge of the world, but she's glad to have it as everything falls apart.

Rating: M Chapter WC: 2,290 Total WC: 10,221 Pairing: Ghilan'nain/Andruil Characters: Ghilan'nain, Solas, Andruil, Mythal Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Elvhenan, Body Horror, Blood Magic, Harm to Animals, Canonical Character Death, Hunters & Hunting, Retelling of Dalish Myths, Dragon Age: The Veilguard Spoilers

Another call sounds, and again and another, until there is no pause between them. All at once a great wind swells, bending thick trees around her to an incredible angle. Their roots strain in the earth—the air fills with one, unending wail—her chest constricts, as if the sound has stolen the air from her lungs—and then it is done.

The forest is still.

All that remains at first is the residual ringing of her ears, stung by the shriek, but as it fades… there is another noise, a consistent, quiet thing that Ghilan'nain cannot pinpoint. She walks with purpose and a keen ear only to find herself guided home.

A dark mass lies on the cobbled stone before her door.

Glossy moonlight reflects over its surface. Wet. A sniff of the air reveals it as blood, the scent sharp and familiar. Fresh.

The sound is clearer here. A single steady note, as if from an unending breath.

She continues forward until her bare feet meet the bloody heap.

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Finally

After months and +19 hours(??), my Anora x Kallian piece ! I wanted to post it for @dragonagesapphicweek day 1 (something something toxic yuri) but I am late and. It was meant to be a joke, at first. Anyway. Have your toxic yuri

DRAGON AGE SAPPHIC WEEK DAY 2 - BATTLE COUPLE

closeups under the cut

Did Merribela for this. It's just cute :3

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Merrill had never been anything but curious. It had gotten her in plenty of trouble over the years, gotten her into all the trouble of a banishment to Kirkwall, actually, though in truth that wasn’t turning out to be such a bad thing. And she’d been very curious about Isabela, all along. Of course she had. The woman was a pirate, after all! As though there could be anything more romantic or exciting. 

But over time, she’d begun to grow more curious, and then more than curious, and about more than just her stories of booty and plunder. Curious about the way her hands gripped her blades, about the sway of her hips, the sound of her laugh and the smirk of her lips. Curious about her experience. About those experiences that Merrill had regrettably few. 

Merrill had also never been anything but forthright. It was funny, she thought it was funny, that so many of the denizens of this city looked upon her stature and seemed to assume meekness. She had never been known to be meek, back with her clan. That had always been the other thing getting her in trouble. But here, most people assumed she’d be meek, and hurled insults and suggestive comments her way because of it. Some of the insults flew right by her, and others she refuted. Some of the suggestive comments completely baffled her, and Isabela had seemed the best place to go for clarification — and she had been. 

She’d also laughed. Laughed at Merrill’s curiosity and lack of meekness. Laughed at her reactions to the educational explanations she was able to provide. Laughed, particularly, at the way such explanations had prompted Merrill right back into curiosity. But none of that laughter had been cruel. In fact, it had been friendly. And recently they’d adopted a habit of drinking and talking and laughing together, as Isabela imparted some of her worldly wisdom on Merrill and as Merrill imparted some of her own. She liked being friends with Isabela, and that was the only thing giving her hesitation now. 

Now, outside her door. 

Merrill hesitated outside of Isabela’s door at the Hanged Man for some time, her curiosity wrestling with a surprising and sudden bout of meekness. Eventually, though, her curiosity got the better of her, and she knocked. 

“Oh, hello Kitten,” Isabela answered the door with a smile and an affectionate nickname. “I wasn’t expecting you.” 

Merrill stood in her doorway, her tongue going thick. 

Isabela was very pretty. This was not something Merrill had not already noticed. She had beautiful hair and full lips and a particular fondness for revealing the cleavage of her full breasts, especially when they were out drinking together at the Hanged Man. 

But now, in her own room, lit in the glow of a low hanging candelabra above, she was something more entirely. Her leggings and boots were gone, and instead she stood in one of her usual short tunics and only that, her bare legs curving golden right down to the flats of her bare feet. She was shorter this way, without those heeled boots. Not so much taller than Merrill, their faces quite close. Her hair was damp and tousled, as though recently washed and towel-rubbed. She leaned in a comfortable pose, not a posing-pose, and smiled at Merrill with a smile that was happy, and not a teasing smirk. 

“I…” Merrill began, slowly appraising Isabela’s curved body and easy lean and then slowly realising that her eyes were not anywhere near the other woman’s as she stuttered. “I was wondering if you were serious, if you were serious, before, about —” 

Merrill swallowed a deep breath as she moved her eyes back up to Isabela’s pleasantly smiling face and took in her warm amber eyes, glowing in the candlelight. 

“Yes, kitten?”

Now, she smirked. Now, she exaggerated her lean to pop one hip out and toss a sweet smelling mess of recently washed hair over her shoulder. 

“Perhaps I could come in, and you could tell me more about… about the sorts of things we were talking of last night?” Merrill was surprised to hear her own voice sound high and meek. She tried to straighten up, to smile back curiously at her friend and let her eyes communicate the rest of her intent. 

Isabela grinned, reached out, and pulled Merrill into her room by the waist.

Reveal Day!

For @dragonagebigbang I had the pleasure to illustrate my first AU piece for @ladyofcrowsandcoffee fic Finding Their Edge, featuring her baddie Rook Carphria de Riva and Teia Cantori (and many more Crows). So please go and have a read if you're into the Antivan Crows or figure skating or both (or none 😋)

@dragonagesapphicweek Day 6

Relationships: Bellara Lutare x Female Elf Rook Word count: 2995 (oneshot, complete) Rating: T Main tags: Mid-canon, First Kiss, Making out, Ambiguous Relationships, Writer Bellara Lutare

Excerpt and summary:

“It’s a kiss scene,” Bellara blurts out. "The one I'm stuck on." “Uh-huh.” Rook closes her book and puts it aside. “What’s wrong with it?” “It’s like I can’t get a feel for it. At all.” She gets up from her chair, hoping that maybe a switch from horizontal to vertical can also become a switch from the stuck-state to a flow-state. Doesn’t help. Still worth trying. “If you are out of practice, why not get some?” Rook asks. “Where?” She blinks. “I don’t think there are places where you can get practice kisses from strangers. Well, actually, there are, maybe. But I wouldn’t know.” “Never heard about those, personally.” Rook shrugs. “But I’m right here.”

for @dragonagesapphicweek days 3 & 4: unrequited and reunion

orlesian warden commander/vivienne. is this anything

the lovely @larkinna drew me a little teiasol for my birthday and I am 😍 I love them sm, such a beautiful thing to wake up to and AHHH I keep staring at them!! the lil heart!! mari's freckles!!! 😭❤️😭❤️

DA Sapphic Week | Doomed Yuri / Flowers

soulmates at the end of the world 🥀

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For @dragonagesapphicweek – Toxic Yuri.

teia x rook (amara de riva), background viago/rook

1,233 words | rated M | one-shot

It started, as these things usually do, because of Viago.  Teia is beautiful, of course, and that would have been reason enough on its own to pursue her. But then there was this: Viago wanted her, and so Amara had decided, quite naturally, that she would have her first. It is like that between them, more often than not. They are both ambitious, both grasping for things beyond their station, and so often the way to get what they need is to take what the other wants.  And Amara is better at it than Viago, when it comes to this. 

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Content warnings: Mentions of assassinations involving some degree of sex work. There is an implied sexual relationship between Viago and Amara, and they are cousins (once-removed) so do with that what you will.