Hazelnut and Chocolate

You think I was about to miss out on this trend?

No.

Spite version and wallpaper versions below!

Yuriel Ingellvar

Mournwatch Necromancer

@serialsforbellara

Tagged by @zennihilation @shadowknight19kay

Take the Quiz to Find out Your OCs Energy

Two tags so two rooks for you!

Lucas Laidir Hawke

A/N: Haha Hawke Eyes

Noelani Laidir

This one was pretty fun! Good old reliable tag list for this one because I think a lot of friends would like this one!

Archery x flower arranging

This was actually really fun!

Anyway, don’t forget I’m still raising money to test a bunch of things in a suit of armour:

I was tagged by @redaresss and @viagosbrother

In a similar vein to my ferret picrew, these are my most prolific criminals

Din'an 'The Red Death' Mercar

Crimes: Too many counts of murder to count, breaking and entering, dog fraud

Reward: Name your price. We're tired of her killing our men

Authorized By: The Magisterium Aylia

-------------------------------------------------

Persephone Erimond

Crimes: Grand Burglarsonlarceny

Reward: You weight in gold

Authorized By: Tevinter Imperium

-----------------------------------------------

If you get either of the references made here, we should be friends if we aren't already lol

Tags for funsies but no pressure: @viagosbrother @jenn2d2 @zennihilation @jukkaricity @rookerychannel @alystrin03 @amoaliquis @lemondelighted @redaresss @onspitefulwings @mushrooms-x-moss

make sure to include the pairing(s) you are wanting these questions to be answered for . these should work for poly ships as well as monogamous . feel free to edit these as you see fit .

💕 How did they both realize “oh wait, this is actually love”?

🌹 Who fell harder & who fell first?

🫂 What’s their favorite way to hold each other when words aren’t enough?

🔥 What’s the pettiest thing they’ve ever argued about?

💋 Who says “I love you” first & how?

🌙 Who’s the little spoon & who pretends they hate it but secretly loves it?

💍 Would they ever get married? What would the proposal look like?

🧸 Who still has the very first gift the other ever gave them?

😈 Who is more likely to start chaos “for the vine” & who films it?

🎶 What’s their song - the one that makes them both tear up / grin like idiots?

☕ Who’s the morning person & how do they lure the night owl out of bed?

🛡️ Who jumps in front of danger for the other without thinking?

😳 What’s the most embarrassing thing they’ve walked in on the other doing?

💔 What’s the one fight that almost ended them?

🩹 How do they comfort each other after nightmares?

👀 Who gets jealous more easily & how obvious are they about it?

🍳 Who cooks & who sets off the smoke alarm trying to help?

🧳 If they had to run away together tomorrow, where would they go?

😏 Who is bolder in public (hand-holding, kisses, etc.)?

🌧️ Who steals whose hoodies when it rains?

🎂 How do they celebrate each other’s birthdays?

🖤 What’s the darkest “we’ll never tell anyone” thing they’ve done together?

💌 Who leaves little love notes & where do they hide them?

🛌 Who hogs the blanket & who ends up freezing dramatically?

😴 Who falls asleep first & who watches them with heart-eyes?

🚪 Who’s more likely to say “we’re not leaving this room today”?

🌸 What nickname do they have for each other that would mortify them if others heard?

🎤 Who sings in the shower & who secretly records it for blackmail?

💞 How do they act when one of them is sick?

🩸 Who would literally kill for the other & who would help hide the body?

🌅 Do they go on sunrise / stargazing dates? Which one do they love more?

😤 Who apologizes first after a fight, even if they weren’t wrong?

🧩 What tiny habit of the other do they find unbearably adorable?

🎪 Who plans elaborate surprise dates & who just wants to stay in?

👑 In their relationship, who’s the king / queen & who’s the knight / advisor?

🌪️ What’s the most chaotic thing they’ve done together on pure impulse?

💤 Who has the weirdest sleep-talking lines that the other quotes constantly?

🧡 What color reminds each of them of the other?

🕰️ If they could go back in time, what moment would they relive together?

😶 Who’s terrified of saying “meet my parents” & why?

🍷 Who gets tipsy first & starts spilling embarrassing love confessions?

🌿 Do they want kids/pets/plants together? What do they name them?

🪞 Who takes longer getting ready & who hypes the other up in the mirror?

💥 What’s the biggest risk one of them took for the other that the partner didn’t find out about until much later?

🧣 Who steals the other’s scarf / gloves “on accident” every winter?

🌌 What’s their “we made it through hell” memory they’ll tell their grandkids?

😘 Who kisses the other first thing in the morning, morning breath & all?

🩰 Slow dancing in the kitchen at 3 a.m. - who starts it?

⚓ If one of them had to leave forever, what would they leave behind for the other?

Andromeda de Riva (𝘐𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘳)

Rook x Rook (Andi + Zalan)

Rookanis (Andi + Lucanis)

Emmrook (Andi + Emmrich)

Solavellan/Solrook (Andi + Solas)

The Polycule (Andi, Lucanis, Zalan, and Emmrich)

𝐅𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞

NeveRook (Flynn + Neve)

ᴀɪᴅᴇɴ ʜᴀᴡᴋᴇ

FenHawke (Aiden + Fenris)

𝔇𝔦𝔢𝔠𝔶𝔯 𝔗𝔞𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔰

Warden x Morrigan

Warden x Alistair

Got tagged by @mushrooms-x-moss and @redaresss made Shok as a ferret so ofc I had to do Lanti and Ivey, my most prolific biters

Picrew here

Tags for funsies but no pressure :3

My illustration for the Viperquin Exchange 2026!

The Two of Cups

Upright: unity, partnership, attraction, connection, close bonds, mutual respect, love

close call

tevinterslave:

Another night. “I’m just wondering how your master didn’t kill you.” Nothing helped. “He seems less a man to me than a wild dog.” Despite all his efforts. “Did you ever think about killing yourself?” Every word, every movement. “He has let one bad experience colour his whole world.” Replaying in his head. “Perhaps they should start making slaves Tranquil!” So vividly. “I’ll prove to you that I’m not weak.” Fenris let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding, a thin puff of mist in the freezing air. Kirkwall nights were not kind to a dilapidated mansion with cracked walls and loose boards for windows, and with no wood to make a fire he knew it would only get worse. It always did. But that was only one reason why he couldn’t sleep. Him. He shut his eyes tight in a grimace. No. Not him. He did not stay up at night plagued by thoughts of him. Him of all people. If not for Hawke, he’d have killed him already. He was so much like the magisters. Arrogant, selfish, boastful, able to justify the most outrageous examples of their power-lust by falsely claiming the moral highground. It was ridiculous; infuriating, even. He had escaped a land of dark magic only to have it follow him at every turn. The torture of nearly two decades was not enough, evidently — for nine more years, he had suffered it. Perhaps true freedom was a lie. Fenris pulled the threadbare sheet up over himself. It was the first night he had slept without full armour. Sometimes he convinced himself it was for what little warmth it locked it, but in the back of his mind he knew the truth. Fear. Lying restless, waiting, listening, almost expecting a band of slavers to burst through the doors at any moment. It didn’t seem far-fetched, and so he would sleep in his plate with his sword in hand, if he slept at all. He could blame the paranoia again, couldn’t he? He could. …No, he couldn’t. Well, if he concentrated… No. Those were not slavers invading his thoughts at this hour and he knew it. If it were, he’d have bound to his feet and strapped his armour on again at the mere thought. But he didn’t. His hand slipped under the sheet. Him. That idiotic, arrogant, foolish scum of a mage… He mulled over a thousand curses in his head, horrid declarations of sincere hatred, some eloquent and others not so much, while his hand worked out of sight. How could he let such filth gain this much control over him? How was it possible for one man, one disgusting wretch of a man, to tear away the small hours of his sleep and poison the minutes of his wake? He worked faster, the scars along his skin glowing dimly in the dark. His lips parted with a gruff breath, and he fell still. “…Anders…” He wiped his hand on the sheet. Another sleepless night.

Anders awoke with a start, chocolate brown eyes flying open, only to be greeted by still darkness.  He listened for a moment, unsure if his eye’s had actually opened, willing himself to speak.

‘Hello?’ he whispered daftly, nearly expecting a reply that he was certain would not come. 

What was that?  A dream perhaps?  He had the distinct feeling that someone was calling to him. A far off whisper that now faded from his mind as it recovered consciousness. 

Discomfort crawled up the mages spine as he became aware of clamminess within his robes, despite the chilled air that crept through the vacated clinic.  It was unusual to sweat this much during a cold Kirkwall night, his robes generally insulated him well enough to be contented sleeping in them, as they were not uncomfortable or restraining.

The shabby wooden cot announced itself to the darkness, as well as the scuff of two light feet.  A barely audible skritching, as the groggy mage rubbed his own stubbly chin absently.  Anders peered into the darkness surrounding him, attempting to make out the shapes of various furniture within the room, to gain a bearing on what he was looking at.

Ah, there it was.

Straining eyes finally gain purchase on a rickety table a few feet from him.  The entire room seemed to illuminate- his eyes able to reconstruct the clinic from familiarity and the minuscule light from the high windows of the dilapidated building.

How long had he been asleep?  It felt like ages, but the night seemed somehow deeper than it was when he could last recall it. Anders straightened his torso, the vertebra in his back replying with several relieving pops. He grunted softly in the darkness, then sighing as he settled, elbows to thigh.

Someone had woken him from nearly dead sleep.  Called to him, though he could not remember their voice, only a crushing feeling of need that still resounded within his ribcage.  Anders wondered vaguely if he was still within the fade, asleep- as such an experience hardly seemed real.  A sudden twinge of annoyance reminded him otherwise, as Justice had apparently also been stirred.  There was no Justice in his dreams.  Just him.

Just plain Anders.

A dull ache took residence in his chest, coupled with an odd sort of frustration that nagged at him benignly, cementing wakefulness into his eyes. 

He would not be able to get back to sleep, of this the mage was almost certain.