Please put the whole prompt in the ask! If you are interested in seeing a certain character/interaction/ship feel free to included it but I MAY not write those characters if I feel the inspiration strike elsewhere.
Bolded: ships/interactions I’m interested in this week
Strikethrough: ships/interactions I probably won’t write this week
This Weeks Vibes: Really want to work on fleshing out Talenna in her DA4 Rook timeline, so I would appreciate prompts geared toward her time either as an Agent of Fen'harel or during her time as Rook! Interactions with Varric, Solas, the DATV Crew, Merrill, Fenris, my Warden Shaesa, my Inquisitor Alora, her bondmate Saeris, and her kids are all encouraged! BUT ALSO OC CROSS OVERS GIMME GIMME GIMME
My OCs:
Shaesa Tabris: City Elf Berserker Warrior; Alistair Romanced, Survives the Blight | Happy-go-lucky out of spite, quick to anger quick to laugh, hides her true emotions behind a smile
Talenna Ethera: Dalish Mage/Rogue (Knight Enchanter/Spellblade), Storyteller, Agent of the Inquisition, Veiljumper Rook | Confident and sassy, femme fatale and alcohol tolerance of a brick wall, soft and affectionate for those who have her heart
Alora Lavellan: Dalish Mage/Warrior (Champion/Rift Mage), Solas Romanced, Disbands the Inquisition | Just a little bean, constantly stressed and trying her best, a jock AND a nerd, horse girl, hardened after Trespasser but loves Solas anyway
Deanna De Riva: Human Rogue (Duelist), Lucanis Romanced | Party girl, here for a fun time AND a long time, refuses to die, ambitious and petty, rival-manced with Lucanis "You can't die until I beat you" energy
SHIPS AND PROMPTS BENEATH THE CUT
Ships (Platonic and Romantic) I like to write for:
Origins
Alistair Theirin x Shaesa Tabris
Shaesa Tabris & Zevran Arainai
Shaesa Tabris & City Elves
Shaesa Tabris & Tabris OC
Inquisition
Talenna Ethera x Calder (Canon OC Ship)
Talenna "Rook" Ethera x Saeris Mathalin (Canon OC Ship carrying into DA4)
Solas x Alora Lavellan
Talenna Ethera & OC
Talenna Ethera x OC
Alora Lavellan x OC
Talenna Ethera & Alora Lavellan
Alora Lavellan & OC
Talenna Ethera & Companion (any)
Talenna Ethera & Inquisition Agent
Alora Lavellan & Companion (any)
Alora Lavellan x Alistair Theirin (King or Warden)
Alora Lavellan x Alistair Theirin x Shaesa Tabris
Veilguard
Solas x Alora Lavellan
Talenna "Rook" Ethera x Saeris Mathalin (Canon OC Ship)
PSA to fan creators who don't have a lot of regular contact with children: They are almost always bigger than you think. A 1-year-old baby may already be walking. A toddler is likely already hip-high. A 10-year-old may already be taller than at least one of their parents. A 14/15 year old may already have reached their adult height.
btw if you are a writer, a worldbuilder, a campaign maker of any kind, Kanka is a wiki-like website perfect for all that.
been using it for years now to store my worldbuilding, drafting, drawing and writing for my comics. free plan is still super powerful. weird that its not more popular.
Do you design a lot of characters living in not-modern eras and you’re tired of combing through google for the perfect outfit references? Well I got good news for you kiddo, this website has you covered! Originally @modmad made a post about it, but her link stopped working and I managed to fix it, so here’s a new post. Basically, this is a costume rental website for plays and stage shows and what not, they have outfits for several different decades from medieval to the 1980s. LOOK AT THIS SELECTION:
OPEN ANY CATEGORY AND OH LORDY–
There’s a lot of really specific stuff in here, I design a lot of 1930s characters for my ask blog and with more chapters on the way for the game it belongs to I’m gonna be designing more, and this website is going to be an invaluable reference. I hope this can be useful to my other fellow artists as well! :)
Hello I just saw Hadestown last night and have an itch like no other, so I am kindly asking my followers to send me some prompts off the Hadestown Act 1 and Act 2 lists
HEYYYYY YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT'S UP
Alora Lavellan/Rhiannon Trevelyan
(From the Kiss & Tell prompt list)
An (accidentally/mutually) drunken kiss + Kissing them even though you shouldn't
HEY BABY WHATS UP HAVE SOME ILL ADVISED SMOOCHY TIMES uwu
Context: Alora and Rhiannon have broken into the cider casks and maybe have taken a bit too much for their enjoyment. When Rhiannon turns the conversation flirtatious, as was an inevitability at that point, Alora for once decides to do something about it.
And immediately, she has regrets.
TW: for drunken kisses
WC: ~500
The Real Thing | By Exalted_Dawn
This was it. Proof that she’d finally lost it.
Alora’s lips broke away first, wet with the taste of Rhiannon’s warm cider. There were only inches between them, maintained by the two hands she kept pressed to either side of her best friend’s face. A mistake. The biggest mistake she had ever made probably.
Neither of them moved. Rhiannon was staring at her as if she were raving mad– which clearly she was– but the fact that Rhiannon neither made a move to pull away or say anything was almost worse. That surprised stare, which moments before had been obscured beneath half lids and lowered lashes, could have killed her where she sat.
Instead, Alora’s face reddened considerably– a true feat considering the amount of drink already in her system. Blinking backwards, she released Rhiannon’s face with a mumbled apology. Stupid. Silly. Foolish. “I didn’t mean it,” she forced out, eyes diverted in shame. “It’s just that you were saying all those things again, and I know you don’t mean it, but I- I got confused. You were so close so I just-”
“Whoever said I didn’t mean it?”
Alora’s eyes snapped up. “What?”
Rhiannon leaned closer, all traces of the frightened deer look from earlier now gone. Usurped by her previous expression of coy and coquettish mockery. Except now it was closer. Two-inches-from-her-lips closer.
Scarlet-tinted nails traced across her cheek, the shade of both a near match. With just a touch, Alora was entrapped.
“In fact, I am not entirely convinced that you didn’t mean ‘it’ either,” she continued in a low purr. “Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but your gaze isn’t half as subtle as you might think it to be.”
And traitorous things that they were, Alora’s eyes did flicker. They darted down to Rhiannon’s red-lined lips, now smeared with kisses. Further, to the low cut of her shirt collar and swell of her breasts on clear display. And then to the hand that Rhiannon now rested over top Alora’s thigh, as much an invitation as it was a tease of its own.
Her breath shuddered. “I-”
This was bad. A terrible idea to top off the rest for the evening. Why was she even considering-
“Stop thinking so much.” Rhiannon leaned in close, until even their lips flirted. “I can promise you, the real thing is so much better.”
Alora may have broken away first, but Rhiannon kissed her again second. And again third, deeper. Harder. Her mouth tasted of warmed cider, but was hotter still. Wetter. Way more intoxicating. Any thought in her head, be they terrible or traitorous, went blissfully silent.
How could she ever hope to argue against that? Rhiannon was right.
Even against her wildest imaginings, the real thing was so, so much better.
Okay so for artwork, Dee STRONGLY reads as the Baroque Movement, so paintings like The Milkmaid and Girl with a Pearl Earring. But if I had to pick one I am obviously choosing Judith Slaying Holofernes 😂😂😂 Assassination art for the assassin
Written by: Exalted_Dawn
Illustrated by: dreadfutures
Rating: Mature
Content Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Slavery, Racism and Transphobia
Fandom(s): Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age Novels and Comics, Dragon Age: The Veilguard, Dragon Age - All Media Types
Major Pairing(s)/Character(s): Female Dalish Rook & Fenris, Fenris & Nonbinary City Elf Original Character, Female Dalish Rook & Nonbinary City Elf Original Character
A year ago, Talenna abandoned her name to take on the task of felling the Dread Wolf. But to do that, she must first gain his trust. Working as Ny'ari, a faithful Agent within his ranks, she travels to Tevinter to hunt a magister and must partner with the Blue Wraith and a poisoner from Denerim to do so. Together, they must overcome countless, deadly trials to find their quarry. But when it is the safety of long-lost family on the line, no risk is too high to take.
More from Exalted_Dawn: AO3 | @exalted-dawn | BlueSky
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Pairing: @dreadfutures' Ixchel x @exalted-dawn's Talenna x Virelan, with a special appearance from Virelan's baby boy, Tulin
Rating: Gen
Words: 883
Tags: bathing together, daisy chain of hair braiding, kidfic, are they sisters or are they in love or is it a secret third thing?
It's bath day.
They begin with a long soak — then the three of them take their leisurely time re-moisturizing with their favourite oils and scraping their skin clean with strigils. In the background, Virelan can hear little Tulin running and screeching, safe at play outside the bath hall.
She only wonders what he's up to in passing. It's safe here.
Talenna insists on washing Virelan's locs. Ixchel and Talenna wash their hair in the bath along with their skin, then sit on the marble edge to comb out their long, straight tresses. Ixchel's fringe is already almost dry when they sit Virelan by the bench, wash basin in hand, and encourage her to lay back and let them take care of it.
Their fingers are magic.
Virelan's eyes loll shut as she listens to the two women talk, lulled by the vigourous attention of their strong fingers. Three hands — two of which are Talenna's — bury in the base of her locs and scrub her scalp clean. The warm water, the scent of the gentle soap, and her friends' care almost have her falling asleep.
"Up," Ixchel says, snapping her awake, "all clean."
They rinse and squeeze the water out of her short locs and help her sit — then, before she can blearily thank them, Tal starts retwisting her hair with a thick moisturizer that smells of citrus.
"Ma'lath," she giggles.
"You're overdue," Talenna hums, all warmth and no bite.
Ixchel makes herself at home — she sits in front of Virelan, then scoots back bit by bit until Virelan spreads her legs to let her tuck between them. With a chuckle, Virelan smooths her one hand down Ixchel's bare back.
"I can braid with one hand now," she says. "Would you like me —"
"Yes please!" is all Ixchel says.
Virelan can feel her contented, full body wiggle as she begins to part her hair.
The surge of affection is sudden — it feels like roaring, all-consuming flame, one that makes her want to throw both arms around the woman in front of her and squeeze her tight. She gives in, where once she may have held back, even suppressed her affection, out of fear.
Ixchel's happy yelp soothes any worry she may have had.
Virelan crushes Ixchel to her, just for a moment, and nuzzles her nose into the curve of her neck and shoulder. She plants a kiss there, right on the tip of a pale, swirling scar, and hums happily to herself as she sits back once again within reach of Talenna's hands.
"Happy?" Talenna asks, placing a smacking kiss on top of Virelan's head as she resumes oiling and twisting her locs.
"With you two?" Virelan sighs. "Always."
The lowering sunlight slants through the upper windows of the bath house, painting the limewashed walls in shades of peach and blush. As the three women murmur to one another and groom each other's hair, their voices echo and multiply into a low, chattering hum. It's almost enough to believe that they aren't alone here — instead, it feels as if elves of Arlathan's past are here alongside them, following the same rituals, feeling the same sense of companionship.
To the east, Virelan spies Tulin's little toddling body run through the columns that divide the bath proper from the courtyard beyond.
"Da'len!" Talenna calls, her voice a bright beacon of welcome. "What do you have?"
"Flowas!"
His little brown fist thrusts up, his fat fingers wrapped around a clutch of bright orange.
"Flowers!" Ixchel laughs, holding out open hands. "Come here!"
The boy, barely four, comes at a full tilt directly into Ixchel's arms. Virelan can feel the thud of his little body straight through Ixchel's sturdy form. She throws her arms around them both — her shortened arm matches Ixchel's on their left side, except for the burn that winds up to Ixchel's shoulder.
"What a good find, da'len," Virelan chuckles. She lets go with her right hand only, which bears the end of Ixchel's braided hair. "What kind of flowers?"
Tulin plants a sloppy kiss on Ixchel's cheek, then holds up his bounty again for all to see. "Lilies! And a — and a marigold, for Chel."
"So sweet!" Ixchel croons.
"Mamae!" Tulin shouts. "Please! In Chel's hair?"
"Show me the stem."
Tulin grunts as he adjusts in Ixchel's lap. She helps him pick apart the mess of flower stems and grass in his hand, until he triumphantly holds up the marigold's blossom with stem intact.
"Long enough, da'len. Here, help me please?"
Talenna's pleased hum vibrates through Virelan's side as she leans over Virelan's body. Her hands are hard at work twisting her hair, parting and twisting and picking and smoothing, and it's her grip that keeps Virelan from leaning forward to take Tulin's outstretched hand. But Ixchel holds him up, strong enough to heft the boy with one arm, and together Virelan and her boy braid the long marigold stem into Ixchel's hair. Tulin finishes off the blossom with a pat just behind Ixchel's softly pointed right ear.
"Bootiful," he mumbles, patting and patting again. "Bootiful."
"Like you, Tulin," Talenna laughs, leaning down to kiss him directly on the head, just as she did to his mother.
"And you!" he crows. He offers a lily. "For you! Bootiful!"
Hi so I come bearing a request for angst: "cast your eyes to heaven, you get a knife in the back" AND "lover, what have you become? I don't know you anymore" for Doomed Solennaeris o(<
Aha ha <3
for @dadrunkwriting
Rated T: Mentions of Blood, Character Death, Angst, ~500 words
To Rest Alone | By Exalted_ Dawn
“You know… I somehow always knew you would be the death of me…”
What was the saying…? To cast your eyes to the heavens…?
Hot, precious lifeblood spilled freely from her breast, seeping into the fibers of her robes until they were stained a deep black. Every rain drop to touch her soon ran red into the earth below. She took another wheezing gasp– something like a laugh– causing the knife to shift again, spilling a fresh wave of heat across her chest.
For once, she did not mind the pain. Talenna already knew that there was no reason to. She had felt it as soon as he’d struck her.
On folded knees, Solas sunk to the ground beside her. The red of her blood was reflected in his horror-filled eyes. What an odd expression for him to make– he had been the one to drive in the knife. Where did he get off seeming surprised?
“Do not make that face…” she chided. He had made this choice the day he’d left them. As if either would let him walk into death alone, the fool. Of course, she had hoped for this day to come many years later, after she had grown old and this day was little more than an echo of a memory. But it was pointless asking things of the world, especially now of all times. The absolute last thing she wanted was to go with regrets. “Now… Now you will have one of us waiting… no matter the path you choose…”
It was enough that she had walked it for as long as she had. That she had loved, and chosen to keep loving, in spite of it all. She refused to let these years be a waste. Him, too-
Solas pulled her into him, all of him trembling. His hands. His arms. His very breath. She could feel it wash against her brow in staggered waves. Not at all the comforting rhythm she remembered or wished for, but still she let herself listen to it, her eyes slipping shut, just briefly.
His voice broke as a cry from his lips. “Vhenan.”
“Sathan…” she sighed. “Come home, Solas. Stop… stop running from us.” Already, it was too late. She had caught him– beaten the both of them to the end. Now she had all the time in the world to wait for them to catch up. There was no need for him to race them now. So… So please-
“Please.” Her eyes opened, pleading to Solas’. To the crying grey sky beyond. “Do not leave him to walk this world alone.”
She could wait. She could be patient.
But he had waited long enough.
No more.
Rest.
Rest.
Rest…
***
Saeris stood on the ridge above them. He stood and saw, but did not believe.
Beneath him, Talenna lay dead in the arms of a man.
A lover.
A stranger.
His heart.
Someone, for the first time in years, he could not claim to know.
Alone in the world, Saeris screamed his pain, but without anyone by his side, no one heard a sound.
Rules: Cross out the things your OC hasn't done. If anyone wants me to elaborate, feel free to send me an ask about any of these!
Killed Someone Under Orders | Had Someone Killed On Their Orders | Killed Someone In Self Defense | Spared Someone’s Life | Invented Something | Been Hungover | Kissed Someone | Slow-Danced | Been In A Long-Term Relationship | Had Sex | Had Sex And Regretted It | Had A One-Night Stand | Had A Threesome
Experimented With Their Sexuality | Had A Kid | Adopted A Kid | Wanted To Have A Family With Someone | Done Something On Impulse They Regretted | Gone Traveling | Had A Bounty Put On Them | Eaten An Insect | Been Groped By A Stranger | Been Groped By Someone They Know (friendly groping to clarify XD) | Been Dumped | Dumped Someone | Smoked | Gotten High | Flirted With Someone To Get Free Drinks | Put Someone In A Headlock
Won a Bet | Lost a Bet | Forgiven Someone Who Wronged Them | Indulged In Petty Revenge | Hallucinated | Has A Noticeable Physical Defect | Gotten A Noticeable Scar | Been Permanently Disfigured Through Injury | Kneed Someone In The Groin | Had An Unattainable Crush | Laughed Themself To The Point Of Tears | Been Kidnapped
Been Sexually Assaulted | Been Brainwashed/Hypnotised | Had A Recurring Nightmare | Been Bullied | Bullied Someone | Experienced Survivor’s Guilt | Been Tied/Chained Up (;3) | Given Someone A Massage | Received A Massage | Been Backed Up Against A Wall | Shot Someone | Stabbed Someone | Saved Someone’s Life
Cheated On Someone | Been Cheated On | Been In An Open Relationship | Had A Friendship With Benefits | Been In A Queerplatonic Relationship | Had A Stalker | Been Betrayed | Been A Traitor | Been Possessed | Been In A Bar Fight | Been Thrown Out Of A Bar | Been Arrested | Broken Out Of Jail | Been To A Funeral | Been To A Brothel | Had Surgery | Broken Someone’s Trust | Broken Someone’s Heart
Had Their Heart Broken | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Anger | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Spite | Gotten A Piercing | Gotten A Tattoo | Used A Fake Name | Been Beaten Up | Been Tortured/Tortured Others | Been Abused | Been Blackmailed | Gotten Away With A Crime
Framed Someone Else For A Crime They Committed | Shared A Bed Platonically | Been In Love | Suffered From Sleep Paralysis | Been Forced To Flee Their Home | Learned A New Language | Joined A Rebellion | Fought On The Losing Side Of A War | Fought On The Winning Side Of A War | Become A Godparent | Become An Aunt/ Uncle (assuming Tae gets his daughter uwu)
Rules: Cross out the things your OC hasn't done. If anyone wants me to elaborate, feel free to send me an ask about any of these!
Killed Someone Under Orders | Had Someone Killed On Their Orders | Killed Someone In Self Defense | Spared Someone’s Life | Invented Something | Been Hungover | Kissed Someone | Slow-Danced | Been In A Long-Term Relationship | Had Sex | Had Sex And Regretted It | Had A One-Night Stand | Had A Threesome
Experimented With Their Sexuality | Had A Kid | Adopted A Kid | Wanted To Have A Family With Someone | Done Something On Impulse They Regretted | Gone Traveling | Had A Bounty Put On Them | Eaten An Insect | Been Groped By A Stranger | Been Groped By Someone They Know | Been Dumped | Dumped Someone | Smoked | Gotten High | Flirted With Someone To Get Free Drinks | Put Someone In A Headlock
Won a Bet | Lost a Bet | Forgiven Someone Who Wronged Them | Indulged In Petty Revenge | Hallucinated | Has A Noticeable Physical Defect | Gotten A Noticeable Scar | Been Permanently Disfigured Through Injury | Kneed Someone In The Groin | Had An Unattainable Crush | Laughed Themself To The Point Of Tears | Been Kidnapped
Been Sexually Assaulted | Been Brainwashed/Hypnotised | Had A Recurring Nightmare | Been Bullied | Bullied Someone | Experienced Survivor’s Guilt | Been Tied/Chained Up | Given Someone A Massage | Received A Massage | Been Backed Up Against A Wall | Shot Someone | Stabbed Someone | Saved Someone’s Life
Cheated On Someone | Been Cheated On | Been In An Open Relationship | Had A Friendship With Benefits | Been In A Queerplatonic Relationship | Had A Stalker | Been Betrayed | Been A Traitor | Been Possessed | Been In A Bar Fight | Been Thrown Out Of A Bar | Been Arrested | Broken Out Of Jail | Been To A Funeral | Been To A Brothel | Had Surgery | Broken Someone’s Trust | Broken Someone’s Heart
Had Their Heart Broken | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Anger | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Spite | Gotten A Piercing | Gotten A Tattoo | Used A Fake Name | Been Beaten Up | Been Tortured/Tortured Others | Been Abused | Been Blackmailed | Gotten Away With A Crime
Framed Someone Else For A Crime They Committed | Shared A Bed Platonically | Been In Love | Suffered From Sleep Paralysis | Been Forced To Flee Their Home | Learned A New Language | Joined A Rebellion | Fought On The Losing Side Of A War | Fought On The Winning Side Of A War | Become A Godparent | Become An Aunt/ Uncle
