Broody Sexy Elf

Elfa | 30 | INFP-T | Slovenia | Cancer | Aspie | Slytherin 99% dragon age, 1% of my shenanigans

[minthara]

make me choose → @harrysflynn asked: michel de chevin or sebastian vael

[nipuni]

“I am dying, but no matter.”

[adaarsvitaar]

Cullen “don’t make me turn this Inquisition around” Rutherford, official soccer mom of the Inquisition

[princessvicky01]

or No.1 Dad

[juniper-tree]

Middle Management Cullen

[sparrow-hawk]

[syluseslittlebomb-deactivated20]

Maker, it’s the end of the world

[nipuni]

He is fixing his robes after battle

[fenris]

[broodysexyelf]

Here Lies the Abyss

Question. I’ve been wondering for a while and because I don’t frequent the bioware forums and reddit, I don’t know if there was already a discussion on which spirit was possessing the Divine in the Fade during the quest Here Lies the Abyss. I’m thinking Faith... but one of the more outlandish ideas I’ve had is that it was Andraste. So, which one do you think it was?

[louminx]

“Say my name.” “Hawke…” “My first name.” “…” “…” “The?”

[diagk]

Hissing Wastes. 

It’s a big place, according to Cole.

[kf1n3]

sometimes you gotta just paint a dorian

[kingsdarga]

ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

(shamelessly inspired by viktopia’s glorious manbun hawke)

[cndrow]

@jenn-oddballpunk

[crowblooded-blog]

it’s summer

[the-cinnaminion]

Ngh, I had this in my folder for the longest time because I felt iffy about uploading it here. Still feel meh, but if anything, I’m happy how the expressions came out.

YES I WENT RIGHT IN FOR THAT VEERRY SUBTLE DICK JOKE

[casspentaghast-deactivated20150]

[reikah-deactivated20190906]

i love everything about these# although i’m just looking at the second gif# and imagining anders shooting off ice magic with his bare hands# and immediately after the fight’s done he runs up to hawke and shoves his cold hands up his shirt like ‘cOLD HANDS’ and hawke squawks (via dogshat)

[nipuni]

He who hunts alone

more ominous drawings of Solas! that is what i do 

[andmylastatnightfall-deactivate]

First day, they come and catch everyone. Second day, they beat us and eat some for meat. Third day, the men are all gnawed on again. Fourth day, we wait and fear for our fate. Fifth day, they return and it’s another girl’s turn. Sixth day, her screams we hear in our dreams. Seventh day, she grew as in her mouth they spew. Eighth day, we hated as she is violated. Ninth day, she grins and devours her kin. Now she does feast, as she’s become the beast. Now you lay and wait, for their screams will haunt you in your dreams.