Master Post: Dragon Age Banter
All of the little drabbles of banter that I have.
Carina de Riva
Other Plans
Other Plans (cont.)
Hisstopher
House Egrativi Axes Their Regards
Adaari Anger Management
Family Resemblance
Coffee
Important Questions
DEAR READER

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blake kathryn
Cosmic Funnies
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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JVL

@theartofmadeline
Not today Justin
Stranger Things
Today's Document
Xuebing Du

oozey mess
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Love Begins
KIROKAZE
dirt enthusiast
RMH
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

Product Placement

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Master Post: Dragon Age Banter
All of the little drabbles of banter that I have.
Carina de Riva
Other Plans
Other Plans (cont.)
Hisstopher
House Egrativi Axes Their Regards
Adaari Anger Management
Family Resemblance
Coffee
Important Questions
Are you excited? Because we’re excited. Lace Harding is excited.
Harding Week 2026 will take place from July 27th to August 2nd!
The hashtag will be #DATVHarding2026.
The prompts for the week are as follows:
Day 1 (July 27) – Compassion | Rage Day 2 (July 28) – Archery | Camping Day 3 (July 29) – Cheese | Mabari Day 4 (July 30) – Kal Sharok | Titans Day 5 (July 31) – The Stone | Lyrium | Isatunoll Day 6 (August 1) – Solo | Team Day 7 (August 2) – Free Day!
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We’re so excited to see what you all do with these prompts!
HARDING WEEK!! So stoked for it!!!
is post-da2 hawke like, still rich. where did that go
hawke: wait guys we can’t flee the city yet i called for my servants to bring over a carriage full of my valuables and it isn’t here yet
anders: sweetheart i’m trying to do a revolution here and you’re killing the vibe
hawke: that all black revolution wardrobe doesn’t grow on trees anders
Working Holiday
Juan has a task to do in Minrathous and brings Jericho along for a bit of an impromptu vacation. Unfortunately, they aren't aware of Jericho's tenuous history in the city.
written with @sandcastlekings | Some time after After Taste
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"Are you serious?" Juan had gotten into the habit of preparing breakfast about that time in the mid-morning. Instead, they were having a tense conversation on the phone, idly flipping the kitchen knife in their hand. "But what if… No, no, I heard you. Fine. I get it."
Jericho had only recently woken up, pulled out of bed by the sound of Juan's voice. He walked into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee before leaning against the counter and watching Juan's side of a seemingly heated conversation. Curious as he was, he didn't want to interrupt, only raising a brow questioningly when Juan turned his way.
Juan looked over and waved a bit. "Yeah, actually, make that for two. Alright, I'll behave. Call you when I got arrangements."
As they wrapped up their call, Jericho chuckled a bit, "who's telling you to behave this early in the day?"
"Gigi. She wants me to run something down." Then they grinned a bit. "But, she said I can bring some company if you can get a couple nights off."
"I think I could manage that," he smiled. "Where are we going?"
"Minrathous. Just have to verify some addresses. I'll have a lot of hours to myself."
Illario our failwife <3
A Fine Romance Tag
I am so sorry for the multiple tags. Thank you @amoaliquis and @zennihilation
Share your favorite romance scenes that you have written. Kisses, dramatic confessions, tragic partings, tearful reunions - whatever you like.
So I'm gonna share two...cause I can.
Does bittersweet parting count? This one is from my first attempt at a lichemmrich in Life and Love Eternal
"Why do I feel like I'll never see you again." He looked at her, sincerely looked. A sadness in her eyes as the reality of it began to hit. "I wouldn't say never." He placed his hand atop hers and gently squeezed. Silently reassuring her. After a while, reluctantly she let go. Though Zea resembled his wife, she wasn't her. If reincarnation was real, then one day his Zea would return to him. He spirit would know cause there would be no other. He would wait another thousand years if it meant having his Zea back in his arms. He turned to leave but stopped before turning back to her. Locking eyes with hers one last time. "In another life, perhaps."
WIP Wednesday
Thank you so much to @sorcerousadventurer, @woundedsoul12, @sandcastlekings, and @chaosherald for the tags!
Above is Teia/Queen of Crows, in progress to complement the one I did for Viago/King of Crows earlier. This one is mid-process, so there are still a lot of things that will change for decorations, and I def. need to improve her ear and nose, as well as expand her hair, because it should be glorious.
I'm partway through work for a scene from Crow Parties are Murder - this was going to be the kiss while getting redressed, but with that background, I may need to do the rooftop one instead which means they both need far fancier dress.
And finally, a very early stages Mafia AU Gladius (the real, and sadly deceased version.)
oh my GOD
WIP Wednesday
Thank you for the tags @chaosherald @kogarashi-art @woundedsoul12 and @sandcastlekings!
A little something from Texas AU, featuring Lydia and @handsignals Nona.
It's not edited yet, we die like Venatori.
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A Fine Romance
Thank you so much @zennihilation for the tag!
Share your favorite romance scenes that you have written. Kisses, dramatic confessions, tragic partings, tearful reunions - whatever you like.
I often sneak in some degree of schmoopy stuff, but I will say that this scene from the 9th chapter of Crow Parties are Murder is one of my favorites.
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Neve stood facing [Illario] across the icy graveyard, shaky and unsteady, but triumphant with a smear of blood across her cheek. She gave him a crooked smile as their eyes met and Illario could feel his heart skip a beat. She looked like a goddess of retribution itself had taken form to grace him with her favor. As he stared, a sharp whistle went up around the roof, echoing out down to the streets and courtyard below. Cheers went up from the crowd gathered to celebrate, heralding the sight of dozens of Crows descending on the Chantry from all sides.
Illario paid it no mind. All he could do was smile at Neve in return.
Feet moving before thought, he stepped through the ice without hesitation, keeping his eyes on her. A stray Venatori stumbled into view, fleeing a thrown blade, and he cut them down without breaking his stride. Throat cut, body twisted, pushed out and away from his path as he accelerated. Another cultist pitched backwards off of the roof behind Neve as one of Illario's throwing knives embedded in their throat as he reached where she stood.
"You put the stars themselves to shame, Detective," Illario circled his arm around her waist and pressed her close. He could feel her lean on him for support as he reached up to hold her face with his other hand. Neve gave the slightest shake as she wound her arms up over his shoulders and around his neck, but she steadied in his embrace as they pressed closer.
"Oh? Cold and distant?" Neve chuckled, but there was something around the edges of that laugh that felt like it was sharp enough to cut.
"Imposible," Illario brushed his thumb along her cheek, warm even through the leather of his glove. He gave her a gentle smile as he tilted his face to look down into her eyes. "You burn far too brightly for them to compete, even if I could pluck them from the sky to compare."
Neve gave him a curious look, and then suddenly rose up and pulled Illario down into a kiss with a rush of heat. He pulled her into a closer embrace as the kiss deepened, threading his hand up into her hair gently and pressing her as closely as he could. Around them, the noise of the city rose in a crescendo as the clock tower, long silent, began to toll midnight out over a free Treviso.
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WIP Wednesday My People!
Thanks for the tags @kogarashi-art @sandcastlekings @runawaydragons @redaresss @chaosherald
For the first time in...a long time I don't actually have any events I am signed up for. There's no pressure I can do...whatever the fuck I want.
So I bring you...a silly pride month WIP that is in very rough sketch
Inspired by the Sexy Eye of Sauron Mercar. Riley may use He/Him pronouns but he is actually Nonbinary. And gender is...whatever to him
So introducing... Dr Riley N Furter
Wait, you were actually born in the 1900's? Thats so cool
i am going to eat my own entire skin
Reblog if you were born in the 1900's.
“Honestly, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. But we’d only just met.”
Tell Me Tuesday
Yes people it's back. If you have never played before, take a recently published work and break it down for me scene by scene
My offering this week is Another Day, Another Dollar which I wrote in honor of Nurse/Hospital/EMS week and features Lenaquin and my medical AU
"How can I help you?" She put on her best customer service voice when she answered, forcing a smile as Mr. Hill in bed 8 ranted on about when he would be discharged.
Look we start out with Lena being the charge nurse in a very busy ER. And if you have ever worked Healthcare you know you are part lifesaver, part IT, part customer service rep, part problem solver, part everything. I definitely am a completely different person when I answer that call light
With every passing day she found herself more and more done with this shit. Short staffing, no raises, and a hospital that was rationing supplies like the apocalypse was coming. Budgeting they called it. Bullshit she said. This was not what she got into nursing for, but sadly this was reality in the post Covid world. And yet Tarquin got mad when she joked about quitting nursing for stripping.
1. This year they literally made it a NATIONAL safety goal to address staffing issues. I left the hospital because post covid hospitals continue to push nurses to unsafe ratios. All for profit, they claim. But only worrying about profit kills people.
Also I have never known a nurse who didn't joking about quitting nursing for stripping
"Mae. Quin. Lorelei. I need you to wrap whatever you are doing up and get to the nurses station. Now. I need bed 8 out of here and cleaned. Possible STEMI coming in. And if anyone sees Dr. Pavus, grab him." She swore she was going to attach a damn bell to the man, though he would probably like that too much and make it a fashion statement.
I remember the days of hurriedly cleaning a room to throw a new patient in. And trying to find the damn doc who NEVER carries a walkie
Lena was in the hall when the middle aged male rolled through the doors on the cot looking way too grey, and she knew already it was a real one as she half listened to the report. 41 year old male, smoker, overweight- the usual suspects though she swore they kept getting younger and younger. She removed ems stickers from the man's chest and slapped new ones on as Quin did the same from the other side. Working in tandem together was too easy, something learned from years side by side as they threaded EKG wires she knew by color alone. She wasn't the kind of charge nurse to sit idle and not get her hands dirty, especially when the nursey feeling in her gut was getting louder by the second. "Mae, what's the ETA on Dr. de Fer?" she asked over walkie between clipping leads on. If they didn't move soon, they were going to be calling Code Blue instead of Code STEMI overhead
My gut may hang over my pants but it woke. Sometimes the nursey gut tells you 'oh this is bad' before the diagnostics confirm. And yes I feel like the population of ill people is getting younger and younger. And yes I can thread EKG wires through color alone. I don't need to look at times, I can almost do a 12 lead by feel. Especially when time is critical
21 minutes, door to balloon time 21 minutes. The hospital would rave about that she was sure, take all their credit as they posted it to the Minrathous General Facebook page. They would interview Dr. de Fer, the patient, hell maybe even the EMS crew. Not that anyone would remember the ER, they never did. Another day, another dollar, another life saved. Or something like that.
That's a hell of a balloon time. And yes everyone always forgets the ER. I especially love the book end style ending. We come full back to the beginning 'Another day, another dollar, another life saved'
Because to Lena what matters is the life.
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WIP Wednesday
For WIP Wednesday, I'm going to do something a little different than usual. I'm going to be very brave and share my progress in learning to draw.
It's a slow-going process. I'm mostly tracing over references/screenshots and (attempting to) color them at this stage. I started with emoji bases, and am doing screenshots as well now. I haven't gotten brave enough to free hand very much at all yet, but anyway... here's what I've done so far, under the cut.
A Word with Friends
I saw it from @woundedsoul12 and I wanted to do it this week because I vibed with the word and then wrote something completely ass different than what I was thinking whatever it's cute and not sad.
This is the other side of a scene I have written out of my post-VG Bellarook Crow BS fic.
Rules: Use the challenge word to write a sentence or scene and then tag a few friends.
This week's word is
Balter
to dance or tread clumsily, without particular grace or skill
Rook was never one to balter. When they moved, it was with intent and swiftness. They moved across a battlefield and a ballroom with an exacting mind. When they slipped, it was catastrophic with a few broken ribs being the best case scenario, the end of the world being the worst.
That must have been why they were shaking, Bellara surmised. She didn’t fully understand what was happening. The two of them were from very different worlds, so she was never fully confident about what was feasible and what wasn’t. The possibilities were countless and sticky, always needing extra work to pull apart. Whatever it was, the failure would be shattering to them.
It would leave her frozen in moments like these. Rook had given her a place to rest when her own thoughts were too much, she had them to hold onto. Sometimes they needed her, and this time she was falling short.
Bellara, she could hear them whisper. It was hard and confusing to watch. Rook was overdressed, their overcoat and ruffled shirt a level of formality she almost never saw them wear. They looked uncomfortable.
“My chest hurts,” their voice cracked.
She could feel their palms sweating. They were on one knee, eyes cast down to the ground as they cradled her hand. She couldn’t see their face. Were they happy? Shouldn’t they be happy?
“I will need some kind of verbal yes or no or I’m stuck here,” they were finally able to steady their voice enough force out.
“Oh! Oh, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to talk too or—”
“Bellara, sweetheart, I’m begging you. Answer the question.”
“...yes?”
“Yes, you’ll answer the question, or yes, you’ll marry me? I can’t take much more.”
“Yes, I’ll m—” she started before Rook jumped to their feet, wrapping her up in their arms. She felt their muscles slowly relax as warmth soothed her like a heavy blanket. Even as she heard their heart race, she sank into the hold, slowly calming herself.
This she could hold onto.
A Fine Romance
Tagged by @amoaliquis but when she says 'soft tag' i imagine that meme of being hit by a kettlebell.
Share your favorite romance scenes that you have written. Kisses, dramatic confessions, tragic partings, tearful reunions - whatever you like.
This is from the little Bellara Proposal microfic I wrote a while back which is just what it looks like when two people with anxiety are in a proposal.
She could feel their palms sweating. They were on one knee, eyes cast down to the ground as they cradled her hand. She couldn’t see their face. Were they happy? Shouldn’t they be happy?
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