david | he/it/she | 22 | writer inconvenienced by uni
here i mostly share my fanfic writing (& words & art that inspire said fanfic writing), but i do also write poetry and original fiction when i can. right now i am really into dragon age. generally, my output deals with kink, trauma and messy relationships.
i am firmly pro-fiction. some of my fic deals with uncomfortable, repulsive themes and some of this output even eroticizes said things that would be terrible in real life. i tag carefully both here and on ao3. there be dead doves.
Happy DADWC day :D For the kirkwall polycule, I suggest: ' loss of body heat / constantly freezing' from the Consequences of Magic Use prompt list >:)
Thank you for the prompt!
For @dadrunkwriting | divider credit
Anders is freezing cold after overusing his magic at the clinic. His partners fret and cuddle.
T | 509 words | CWs: N/A
"You are much too cold, mage," Fenris said as his hands trawled down Anders' sides, feeling how cold and clammy his skin was. It was like touching a corpse, almost, and it unnerved him. Anders looked worse for wear than usual after a few busy days at the clinic—the workers at the mines were, once again, injured en masse, and it had been his job to get them fixed up enough to return to work.
Merrill hummed and put a hand on Anders' cheek, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead, tender. Fenris disliked how much it endeared him, those simple shows of affection they'd all picked up on after they all got involved.
"It's all the magic he's been using," Merrill said. "Too much can make you freeze. We need to give him more blankets."
Anders groaned softly, tilting his head back. "I don't need all that, really," he muttered as he tried to hide his face from them.
Isabela snorted. "So you don't want to be all covered up and cozy and comfortable? Really?"
Anders doubted for a moment and rubbed his face into the pillow harder. "Ugh. I didn't say that. Fine."
Fenris helped Isabela and Merrill to move the blankets he had in his mansion to bring to Anders' spot in the bed. They were all moth-eaten and a bit musty, but Merrill straightened them out and waved them around to get the worse of the smell out before wrapping them over Anders' all too thin body.
"You work yourself too hard, mage," Fenris said softly, tucking his hair behind his ear as he was bundled up in a smattering of fancy blankets of various colors, Fenris to his left while Isabela and Merrill were cuddled up to his right.
Anders scoffed. "Someone has to," he muttered. "If we don't heal the miners, no one will. It'd be an injustice."
Isabela sighed, long suffering, and scratched her nails against his scalp until he hummed, pleased. "You're too selfless ever since you started sharing your brain with that guy, Anders. You could do with some rest."
"This is more than enough," Anders said. "And big talk, for a woman that returned to a city where a bunch of big scary Qunari wanted her dead."
Isabela laughed. "I knew Hawke wouldn't give me over," she said. "Just played my cards right, really."
"And you missed us," Merrill said, pressing her face into Isabela's shoulder, like a cat demanding attention. Isabela reached her hand not in Anders' hair to rub at her arm in soothing circles.
"Yeah, yeah," she said dismissively, like it couldn't be true.
As Fenris pressed himself against Anders and hoped he was warm enough for the two of them, and Isabela whispered dirty things into their ears to make them laugh, he knew they were all selfless, in their own ways. They just got to be selfish in their desire and want for one another, and took it all, even when no one else would understand this precious thing they had together.
Summary: Sera gets archery lessons from Leliana, and gets some extra incentives to follow her instructions.
Relationship: Leliana/Sera
Tags of note: Older woman/younger woman, hardened!Leliana
For the DA kink meme challenge, @eatyourdesserts and @sera-sundays.
Sera had to give her thanks to the Inquisitor next time she saw him, if his ideas meant she'd have Leliana press against her back as she tried to teach her proper archery form.
Leliana was something of a myth in Skyhold. She was there, sure, but what she did and how she did it was all smoke and mirrors. To some, she was just the Seneschal of the Inquisition, while to others she may as well have been holding a knife against everyone's throats. So were the legends of the Nightingale, which Sera knew of from her time in Val Royeaux—she had no desire to trouble her. It seemed like a perfectly good way to get killed, and Sera liked being alive, thank you very much.
"I'm surprised you are so skilled at taking down the nobles you target when you lack such basics, Sera," Leliana said gravely.
Sera grinned up at her, doing her best impression of innocence. "Don't need any form, not really. Looks nicer, yeah? But if it hits who I'm aimin' for it doesn't really matter."
Happy DA Friday! Here's a prompt: "A rushed kiss before one character leaves" for Krem and Bull!! My kingdom for established relationship Krem/Bull!
Thank you for the prompt!
For @dadrunkwriting | divider credit
Krem has a quiet moment with the Bull interrupted by the Inquisitor.
T | 510 words | CWs: N/A
The one thing Krem didn't like about the Inquisitor was that his distrust in the Commander meant the Bull was his shadow and second opinion on any matter relating to warfare and army. He didn't care a fig for Cullen, not really, but Maker, he just wanted to hang out with his partner in the Herald's Rest rather than have him get taken away by Inquisitor Malachi Harel every other day because Cullen said this and I don't know if it's a good idea or not.
He was perched on the armrest of the couch the Bull was on, leaning his body against his side, feeling the soft warmth of him. He was good, always, really—he was solid, steely, somewhere safe to land on after a long day killing whoever they were told to kill. It was easy to just lean into his heft and relax, knowing he was protected. He'd lost his eye for him, after all. That was how strong their thing was, and it had been on their first meeting.
The Bull straightened up as the Inquisitor, a small yet stocky elf, walked into the tavern. Inquisitor Malachi Harel was a force to be reckoned with, the eye of the storm, calm and collected yet aggressive and almost daring anyone to oppose him so he'd cut them down. When they first met, Krem thought that he could be like him, as he was more androgynous than most elves he'd ever seen, but he wasn't still sure on that front.
"Ugh," Krem groaned. "He's going to steal you away."
The Bull laughed. "He sure is," he agreed. He turned to look at him. "Don't despair in my absence, Krem. I'll be back."
Krem rolled his eyes dramatically. "He should at least drag you to kill a dragon, not just talk military strategy—"
"Bull," Malachi said as he got to them. His eyes flickered over to Krem for a moment, acknowledging his existence, before moving back to the Bull. "I need your assistance."
The Bull nodded. "Tell me about it, boss," he said, getting up from the couch. He doubted for a moment before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to Krem's lips.
Krem's eyes widened. It was as over as soon as it begun, the Bull following Malachi's lead upstairs to his room for a private space to talk about whatever it was. He brought his fingers to his lips, his stomach twisting with joy. Next to him, Stitches called him an idiot in love, and Dalish wondered out loud about how he was able to take their boss' horn.
Krem stuck his tongue out at them. It wasn't like they didn't know, but it was rare for them to go fully into public kisses like that. But the Bull knew he hated to be away from him for long, especially just for things like strategy and military, so he'd given him such a gift.
He smiled to himself. Yeah, he was an idiot in love. But the Bull was an idiot in love, too.
So I recently remembered about the old unused faction icons from this useless fact post and thought, Hey Those Could Make Nice Tumblr Dividers Probably. So I decided to give it a try!
Some dividers have multiple versions because I didn't like the first attempt too much, the rest only have one. You can also find the icons in this folder on my Google Drive.
Please like and/or reblog if you use those 🌸 Additional credit is appreciated, but not necessary.
Antivan Crows:
Veil Jumpers/Dalish:
Grey Wardens:
Lords of Fortune:
Shadow Dragons:
Mourn Watch:
Some cross-faction combos I made (feel free to request more through my inbox):
Dwellers, your moderators have left you a welcome gift. These adornments are yours to use for the event. The fade reverberates with anticipation of your creations.
For your use from mod @curiouswisp. Credit always appreciated, but not necessary. Happy (almost) Rookfest! 💜
Summary: Fenris gets cornered by three rowdy noble boys. He lets them do what they want to not risk his freedom.
Relationship: Fenris/OMCs
Tags of note: non-consensual groping, non-consensual blow jobs, class issues, anti-elf racism, internalized victim blaming, Fenris whump
For @dakinkmemechallenge with a delicious prompt.
The worst part of having drunken young noblemen spitting insults at him and feeling him up, Fenris thought, was the fact that, this time, he could not do anything about it. Fighting back was as suicidal as anything, with their connections and their power—before he'd know it he'd be thrown into a prison cell, not even Aveline able to take him out of the mess he'd gotten into by virtue of daring to fight back against those who were higher than him in the Kirkwall food chain. Hightowner humans were pretty solidly at the top, and they'd get away with anything they did to an elf. It had happened before—he remembered the elven men who had killed their sister's rapist—and it'd happen again.
incredibly pleased that everyone is following the instructions i forgot to give and reblogging to explain their choice in the tags 🙏 more of that please i want to know about your ocs and also i love you
