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Summary: Almost ten years had passed since the end of the Fifth Blight. Haljra Tabris had traveled more of Thedas than she thought possible and seen more action than some of the most experienced soldiers. And even though she lived through the last five years of her life, she couldn't fathom how she became a ranking member of the Southern Mage Rebellion.
Warning(s): None
WC: ~16k
Note: Parts of this fic may be familiar. I had published it, felt unsatisfied, pulled it down, reworked it, and am now trying to get it out there and completed
Excerpt:
Haljra fell back in her seat, shocked silent by the news. She heard Fiona calling her name, trying to reach over the emotion, but the mage ignored her pleas. Haljra was stunned and she allowed tears to pool in her eyes. Falling down her cheeks, she wept; for all she knew, her friend had perished.
Fiona allowed her to cry in her office until she fell asleep. Somewhere between the candles being blown out and morning, the other woman left Haljra to her misery. As the sun warmed her lashes, Haljra realized she had been neglecting her duties as Warden-Commander and decided to return to Vigil's Keep.
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Happy Thwee!! For Cullen/Cordelia/Ash from the forced proximity prompts (maybe at the clinic??):
“squeezing under an umbrella or a small roof when it rains”
happy @thedasweekend truffle! thank u thank u for this prompt of our lil guys. i hope you like <3
Solace 9:47 Dragon
Halfway back from the tavern, the sky opened up, pouring rain down on Cordelia, Ash, and Cullen. It wasn't often they made their way back to the clinic together, but Cullen had been cajoled into staying until Ash was off her shift. The hour was late. The drinks weren't strong, though Cordelia had several, which meant she, rather tipsy, squealed when the cold raindrops started pelting her.
Ash cackled. "You're not going to melt, sweet thing."
Thunder rumbled, and Cullen took Cordelia by the arm in a way she very much liked and pulled her—and subsequently Ash, as Cordelia grabbed her, too—under a tiny overhang of roof on the closest cottage. Cullen, however, did not stand with her under the awning. Instead, he stood just outside of it.
"What are you doing?" Cordelia asked over the pitter patter of raindrops and the thunder in the sky.
He looked between her, Ash, and the overhang. "There's not room for three people. I'll be alright."
"That's stupid," Ash said at the same time Cordelia dragged Cullen underneath.
"We can squeeze," she said, suddenly a bit breathless with his body pressed against hers.
Cullen huffed, then shook his head, flinging water from his curls off onto them. Cordelia giggled and swayed a little. Ash fisted a hand in the back of Cordelia's blouse to steady her. Her lips brushed Cordelia's ear, eliciting a shiver.
"If you're not careful, your nipples are going to harden from the cold, and I'm just not certain I'll be able to resist."
"Ash!" Cordelia hissed, even as her cheeks flushed and heat pooled in her belly. If Cullen weren't here, she would've let Ash do as she wished. But Cullen was here, and his discomfort was obvious in the way he stiffened beside her. Cordelia crossed her arms over her breasts in an effort to obscure the aforementioned nipples. Ash laughed again and settled her hand on Cordelia's hip.
"Hopefully it'll break soon," Cullen said. He didn't speak near her ear, but he was still standing close enough that she could feel his warm breath ruffling her hair.
"I wish I'd learned that spell to repel rain," Cordelia mumbled. She toyed with her magic as she might a ball of yarn waiting to be knit.
"Hmm, that would be useful right now," Ash said, her weary head coming to rest on Cordelia's shoulder. Despite this being her usual schedule, Ash tended to get tired as soon as she stopped moving. Typically, that meant she didn't get sleepy until after they finished being intimate. Cordelia couldn't fault her for being lulled by the atmosphere. She herself found it difficult to resist the call of Cullen's obvious strength and radiating warmth. Her wits had not abandoned her, however, and she was able to refrain from fully leaning into him. For now.
With only the splashing of raindrops filling the silence, Cordelia's mind wandered. It wandered to being squished between Cullen and Ash in… other… situations. She made a small sound and shifted on her feet before she could stop herself. Both of her friends turned to look at her.
"I don't like wearing wet clothes," Cordelia blurted as a haphazard explanation. Her nipples were, in fact, hardening, and the image of Cullen cupping her breasts from behind while Ash mouthed over her nipples while they stood here just out of the pouring rain flashed in her mind. Ash huffed a laugh and smoothed her free hand over Cordelia's belly. Before she could say anything suggestive, Cordelia added, "Maybe I should try that spell."
"Please, don't. Magic and alcohol don't mix," Cullen said, squeezing her shoulder. She hadn't had that much to drink, but he was probably right.
"I'm impatient." She leaned into his hand and watched the furrow between his brows deepen.
"The thunder is getting farther away by the second, listen." He tapped her ear and she shuddered, her toes curling in her lightweight shoes. She shut her eyes tight and did as he bid her. The thunder did sound farther away. "And the rain is slowing."
Cordelia didn't move, nor did she open her eyes. She rarely had both of them so close to her at the same time and—
"He's right, Cor." Ash rubbed the fabric of Cordelia's blouse between her fingers. "We should go before it picks back up again."
Cordelia sighed, and softly said, "Alright," before braving the drizzling rain, the moment—if there had even been one—broken.
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That one banter on the war table…Leliana doesn’t comment on it but I know in my heart she was putting that nonchalant spymaster facade on hard to pretend she didn’t want to even take peek
Excerpt:
Keeper Zatharian proceeded to guide the Wardens through the Dalish camp. Alistair's eyes caught sight of children playing, young adults chatting and drinking, parents caring for their kids, and large structures that looked like boats but on wheels. He also saw hunters with bows and tradesmen creating tools and weaving cloth. But there was something else he noticed, something that wasn't obvious when the group was coerced into camp.
Towards the back, there appeared to be something that looked like a field hospital. There were small tents and tables, covered in tools and poultices. On the ground were mats with injured elvhes being cared for by their kin. Some of the injured were heavily maimed with bleeding, infected wounds. As they passed by, one broken man screamed out in agony when a young woman tried to tend to, what looked like, a deep bite mark in his arm.
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Fic summary:
In the relative respite of the Emprise Du Lion, Sylvia Mercar learns what it means to have survived. Fenris and Hawke show the way, as best they can- but the path she takes is hers. That does not mean they allow her to walk it alone.
The next installation of my DATV canon series: To Wound You, is live! I highly recommend reading Quantum Satis (As Much as Needed) beforehand, as much of this fic is about the aftermath of that. But also I'm not your mom do what you'd like
Preview below the cut!
Fenris always struggled with his anger. It was not something he wished to harbor, at times— and yet it would return to him as surely as the seasons changed. He likes to believe that he has honed it into a fine-edged weapon to suit his needs. No more does it rule him.
Now he wishes that it could come to him more easily, for the anger was much more welcome than fear. Anger makes his grip tighten on his sword. Makes his strikes purposeful, exacting.
Fear makes him messy. If he were angry, he would know the last beats of a Magister’s heart as it pumped blood onto his hand, rather than the pounding of his own drowning out all sound.
The Dragon Age: Inquisition Community Zine Interest Check is officially OPEN!
After accidentally shaking the DAI tag like a bag of treats and seeing so many lovely people get excited, I figured... well... maybe we should actually do this???😭
If you've ever wanted to contribute to a community Dragon Age: Inquisition zine, that being through art, writing, poetry, comics, fake codex entries, or other creative works etc, this is your chance to help shape what the project could become!
The interest check will remain open until July 20th!
This is not an application yet! No pressure, no portfolio, no "please prove yourself before joining the Inquisition." This is simply a way to gauge interest, gather ideas, and make sure we're building something the community is excited about!
Okay so following the previous posts: Post 1, Post 2, Post 3 about it here, here is the official interest check form!
Hi! I'm @Maul-of-Shame, though most people call me Bucky! If you've stumbled across this page, chances are you saw me enthusiastically shaki
Some quick reminders:
- This is planned as a free digital community zine.
- Contributors will keep the rights to their own work.
- There may be an optional 18+ companion zine IF there's enough interest (completely separate from the main project).
- This project is strictly AI-free. We want to celebrate the creativity of real people and the love this community has for Dragon Age.
Since the original post, I've also been quietly working away behind the scenes:
the Carrd is coming together,
the Discord is slowly turning into Skyhold,
and I may or may not have spent far too long making tiny chibi DAI emotes because apparently that's where my priorities lie during exam week
Thank you all so much for the enthusiasm so far! Seeing everyone excited about the possibility of creating something together has genuinely made my week and I'm SO HAPPY there are so many DAI fans out there!!!
So... report to the War Table, answer the interest check, and let's see where this adventure takes us!
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