Bodacious Alien Babes

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Welcome! This is @lycheecatee’s side blog :>

Gorgeous dividers by @/droideplane <3

Hello I’m Rose (she/her) Be sure to follow me on my main for my art :)!

I promise it’s cool over there - I post Dragon Age and Mass Effect stuffs 🫶! I also participate in tag games and events!

(This is an 18+ blog!!!)

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All Aboard the Good Ship Davellan 🚢

Ohohohooooo that's right! It's time for the oft-neglected but never forgotten 2nd child to take the stage lmao. I am of course referring to my Inquisitor Sylvie Lavellan, AKA Mr. Tal Lavellan's cousin, and reluctant friend (acquaintance?? crush???? Creators knows if Sylvie has a bloody clue) of retired Warden-turned-saloon-owner Davrin.

These two are already together in @sunny374940 & I's crazy cowboy AU, Yeehaw Peepaw!, but I wanted to explore how they got there. So I wrote their love story in the form of 3 'Nugflix Exclusive' minisodes, our silly device to squeeze in fun backstories of the townsfolk featured in the main fic. These minisodes are completely standalone, so you don't need to have read any bit of Yeehaw Peepaw! to know what's going on.

And I'm very excited because I just finished the final 2 Sylvie x Dav minisodes! Meaning all 3 beats of their little love story are now posted on AO3, if any of y'all are interested in learning about how these two idiots became a thing. SPOILERS: it involves carved wooden snakes, gin & tonics, and more of Varric's stupid nicknames 😂🐍

Like with everything I post here, there is no pressure to read, but they're down below with little sneak peeks if you're Sylvs x Dav-curious!

🐍 Part 1 | Sylvie x Dav Go Hunting (4,2k words) Read on AO3

"You look like you're melting," Davrin teased, and Sylvie was so annoyed she just flipped him off instead of saying anything before plopping down on the stupid rock.

…Except her ass never actually made contact with it. Because somehow Davrin—yes, that bloody hulking giant of an elf—suddenly moved as fast as a fucking halla towards her. Roughly grabbing Sylvie mid-sit and scooping her up into his arms, ignoring every single curse that she hurled towards him.

Fuck he was strong.

And a good thing too.

🍸 Part 2 | Sylvie x Dav Make Cocktails (2,5k words) Read on AO3

"Hey—I've missed you! What's my sweet boy been up to all day?" Sylvie cooed, scratching Assan behind the ear.

"Stealing sausages apparently."

She looked up at Davrin where he was peering at them from over the bar. He had a sickeningly earnest look on his face, even when Sylvie scoffed, "Lies and slander, I'm sure. Just look at him! He hasn't done a single thing wrong in his entire bloody life! Isn't that right, sweetie?!"

Assan made an enthusiastic chirp and bumped his beak up into her hand to demand more pets. Which Sylvie was all too happy to provide. "Sounded an awful lot like a yes to me, Dav."

He rolled his eyes, but grinned at her. "Bellara said he ate half a case!"

"Well, he's a growing boy! Aren't you, Assan?"

"Squaaawk!"

"See?" she teased, giving Davrin a satisfied smirk as he scoffed.

"The two of you are lucky you're so damn cute," he quipped, breezily floating away to grab someone a drink as if he didn't just make Sylvie's traitorous heart flutter around her chest like a bloody fucking butterfly.

No…scratch that. Like a moth.

Because whatever the hell was going on between her and Davrin right now was deadlier than a fucking rattlesnake. And that bright smile of his was drawing her in to a terrible and messy end, just like a moth to a flame.

❤️‍🔥 Part 3 | Sylvie x Dav, Idiots in Love (5,5k words) Read on AO3

"Sylvs, you've got to relax," Dav murmured into her ear, giving her a squeeze against him as they swayed back and forth. "You're more tightly wound than Mayor Cassandra when Varric has one too many and tries to get up on stage to sing."

She snickered. "Or you, at one of your darkspawn drills??"

He rolled his eyes at her, but kept that big, stupid grin on his face while they danced.

We know where the music's playin' Let's go out and feel the night

Sylvie's breath caught when Davrin pulled her even closer all of a sudden, forcing her cheek to rest against his chest.

"You're safe, Sylvs. You hear me?" he said in a low voice, leaning down to rest his giant head on top of hers. "You're always safe with me."

★ FEATURING THE ILLUSTRIOUS ★

Mr. Anselm Ingellvar | Tailor & Owner of Hawkmoth Haberdashery (@vishantikaffar)

Ms. Veryl | Saloon Girl & Mysterious Woman with a Troubled Past (@hedwigoprah)

🐴 Yeehaw Peepaw! Master Post

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EEEEEEE I’M SO EXCITEDDDD

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Hell or Rolling Smoke

Written for @jenn2d2 after she gave me a funny idea in the chat

Tag the harem @sorcerousadventurer @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @serialsforbellara @sandcastlekings @serensama @kabsey @lycheecatee @mushrooms-x-moss @redaresss @hedwigoprah @sunny374940 @tarasmom @handsignals @zennihilation @chaosherald @lemondelighted @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai

I have really struggled to do anything lately especially write so anyway have some Food Truck AU.

As always Food Truck AU is the brainchild of the amazing @davrinsleftpectoral

Riley sat stretched out across the oversized couch in his and Gladius' living room. His arm was drapped casually over the back, beer dangling precariously from his fingers as he watched the Tevinter Tigers take on the Orlesian Lions in a home game.

"Hey, Big Guy," his husband called from the kitchen. Glad's tone was a pitch higher than normal, a question hidden there that made Riley's eyebrow raise. Most others would have missed it, but he wasn't married for this many years without picking up on such things. He was being summoned, even if it wasn't directly.

Venhedis, game wasn't worth a shit anyway. He might as well get up and see what the commotion was all about.

"Everything alright?" He tried to keep his voice even though he crossed the room in three long strides. There were no burning smells coming from the nug loin in the oven, and surely the potatoes weren't giving Glad that much trouble.

"Oh, dinner is fine-" Gladius assured as Riley entered the room. He was standing behind the island with his phone in his hand, and Riley loved how his husband knew his line of thinking, even without him saying anything aloud. He swore they shared the same brain cell- most days.

"Then what is it, Mercar?" he asked with only a slight clip to his words as Glad finally looked up from his screen with a lopsided grin.

"Well I just got a text from Chief Ashur- you know from the fire department? Said he knew your phone would be dead so he messaged me."

Riley wouldn't address the comment about his phone. It was…somewhere. Probably on the bed, and more than likely was in fact- dead.

"Of course I know who you're talking about. Feel like we see those guys more than our own families," he huffed as he slipped the phone from Gladius' grip.

It had been…a few months since they had actually needed the fire department guys. Though he swore they got called at least once a week on false alarms to the food truck. It wasn't their fault not everyone was familiar with Burnin Down the Docks and their BBQ.

Not that the boys in uniform ever seemed to mind. They always got sent away with a free plate of food or two for the trouble.

He scanned the messages as he read them, a deep hum rumbling from his chest before he turned to meet Glad's gaze.

"So they are having a fundraiser? And they actually want us to participate?"

"It's their annual chili cook off," Gladius corrected with an affectionate pat to Riley's cheek. Maker could that man's smile ease all his tension, even when Glad added, "They want you to be a judge, and us to bring the truck. He asks we split profits with the department, which I think would be great. Brings us business and promotion, helps the guys…"

Glad continued to drone on but Riley wasn't really listening. The details didn't matter, not when his husband had that excited gleam in his eye.

If Gladius wanted this, then he wanted it. And by the Maker it would happen- come hell or rolling smoke.

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Lords Lost Weekend

While I'm not participating in the LoF Weekend (silly work commitments), I did make Bryn an AU LoF profile. I think Bryn Laidir would be really interesting, even if she isn't the most adventurous Lord of Fortune ever.

also here's some fun photos I took of her <3

I'm excited to see everyone's work for the @lof-weekend

gentle tags: @andromeda-xyz @kogarashi-art @jukkaricity @lycheecatee

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Shadow Dragon Week - Day 7: Free Day

Candlehops! I love these little dudes.

I don't know what happened here. But it looks like the Candlehops took out a Venatori. I support them.

Candlehop crime scene

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portrait commission info

edit: for now I only accept payment via ko-fi - http://ko-fi.com/ketsie

Let's do this properly for once. ^^

I'm opening commissions once again, this time offering a few options: sketches, coloured sketches, and shaded portraits.

The very last two examples are pretty outdated, since my style has changed a bit. I will be updating the examples as I do more commissions.

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prices

sketch: 10 USD

coloured sketch: 20 USD

shaded portrait: 60 USD

In order to commission, please send an e-mail to [email protected] with references, face claims, and descriptions of your character. The more the better!

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Reblogs to spread the message will be much appreciated. And if f you like my art but can’t commission, you can also support me on ko-fi - http://ko-fi.com/ketsie , thank you ♥

the characters belong to: Larian Studios, myself, @cplaige, @goblin-deity/@impossible-rat-babies, and @etaeternum

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we need more Bellara with her hair down on this site

Started this one around the end of ‘24, it’s insane that I haven’t finished it earlier.

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If you like my art, please consider supporting me on ko-fi! commission info

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Shadow Dragon Week - Day 6: Alt Prompt - Magic

Finishing up my Shadow Dragon portraits with my other favorite ice mage, Neve!

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FenHawke Week #1 - Hawke's Favor

It's FenHawke Week (@fenhawke-week)! I've teased this one a bit in progress, but here it is finished!

The first thing that came to mind when looking at the prompt options for today was the red cloth Fenris wears around his wrist after you start the romance with him.

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FenHawke Week Day 2: Grief

I kind of wanted to do a bunch of art for FenHawke Week (@fenhawke-week) like I did for Rookanis Week back in February. On the other hand, I also don't have as much fic stuff written for Aelinn Hawke and Fenris as I do for my other DA ladies. So, I decided that since FenHawke Week is eight days, I'd alternate art and fic. (Also, that way, I don't drive myself absolutely batty trying to jam out eight art pieces on limited time.)

So for today, I decided to go with the "Grief" prompt and write a ficlet for these two. Sorry, this is sad, but it's the saddest fic day for the week, if that helps?

This is set just after Leandra's death. Hawke is grieving. She and Fenris are already in their "Act II breakup" phase of the relationship.

Grief

(1,301 words) Read on AO3

The oppressive silence in the Hawke Estate loomed over Fenris like an angry ghost, scratching at his nerves with ragged claws.

Hawke’s home should have been boisterous. Warm. Full of life and laughter. Visiting friends. Loving family. Respected staff. A place the people in her circle could call comfort, could call a second home.

Instead, the grand fireplace in the main hall stood dark and cold, ashes scattered across the floor like something had been raked out recently but no one had cleaned after. Letters piled up on the sideboard, beneath a bare spot on the wall where a portrait had once hung. Hawke and her family, when she was younger, Fenris thought, but couldn’t quite recall for certain. Faulty memory, perhaps.

Guilt at not paying more attention to his one-time lover’s home, more likely.

The soft pat of his bare feet on the floor seemed to thunder in the lonely space. Fenris’s lips thinned into a hard line. The others should have been there.

He should have been there sooner.

But no, Varric had to prod him out of his own self-pity to even convince him to come, and after all the pretty arguments of who was best suited and who might just make things worse and who Hawke really wanted to see, the only thing that had finally convinced Fenris was the promise—threat?—that if he didn’t step up, Anders would.

And, even though Hawke had thrown out Varric and even shouted at Merrill—and she never shouted at Merrill—and even though Fenris was probably the last person she wanted in her home, he now stood at the bottom of the stairs and hated himself for hesitating.

Orana appeared briefly in the hallway that led to the kitchens, holding a tray of food. Their eyes met. Hers were puffy from crying. Fenris felt his soften, and wondered if he looked as lost as he felt.

To his relief, Orana said nothing. She simply inclined her head and disappeared back into the shadows. Relinquishing the task of reaching out to Hawke to him.

The stairs felt cold underfoot as he climbed to the upper landing. The silence continued to lean in as though it could smother him too.

Hawke’s door mocked him in its steadiness. The last time he’d laid eyes on it, he’d left Hawke behind, her eyes dark and—he’d thought then—accusing. Only, he’d come to find after, he’d misunderstood. He’d broken whatever fragile, fledgling thing had grown between them, and she’d blamed herself for it, not him. Had continued to speak in his defense against Anders even though he didn’t need it. Had continued to treat him as a person even though he didn’t deserve it.

He’d driven in the knife, and twisted it, and she still called him friend in spite of it all.

He considered knocking, and instead tried the handle. The door creaked as it opened.

“I told you I didn’t want any,” Hawke’s broken voice quavered from the far side of the bed. It cut right to Fenris’s heart.

The room was a mess. Bed linens rumpled and tossed aside, clothes strewn about, Hawke’s glaive propped against the half-open wardrobe like a drunkard. A tray of uneaten and congealed food sat on the desk. The curtains were drawn as though to shut out the outside world. The fire in the fireplace guttered under a thick cloak of ash. Shadows coated everything as the lone lantern on the nightstand struggled to illuminate anything. The room smelled stale and musty.

Hawke huddled on the floor as far from the door as she could manage, hunched over her knees, head hanging between them, her hair a disheveled mess. She still wore the clothes Fenris had seen her in the day her—

Well, the day everything fell apart.

He rounded the bed, cautious. Hawke’s mabari, leaning against her like his weight alone could bear her up, lifted his head to whine plaintively at Fenris. And around Hawke’s feet, scraps of black spilled like wool leavings in the weaver’s quarter.

Oh.

Hair.

Hawke’s hair.

The knife she’d obviously used lay just out of her reach, strands still clinging to the blade. He could see now the rough hack-job she’d done of the cut, hear the shudder in her breaths of emotions long wrung out.

She turned her head slightly as he approached, one tear-swollen, red-rimmed eye watching him warily. If she was surprised to see him and not one of the others, she didn’t show it. Her breath hitched again as he settled next to her, a polite distance away. It might as well have been a chasm.

A half-choked sob that seemed to die in her chest, and she rubbed her arm across her face with an ungraceful sniffle that sputtered into fresh tears. “I take it Varric sent you,” she said, hiccuping on the words.

He couldn’t meet her eyes. “I know I....” He swallowed. Searched for the words. Found only helplessness that galled him. She needed more than he was. More than he could be. And yet he was the only one at her side at the moment, aside from her dog.

Because a certain dwarf thought he might succeed where the others had failed.

“I’m...not sure I’m the one you want to see right now,” he finally managed.

She shrugged listlessly. He swallowed down his knee-jerk irritation at the implied dismissal and took a deep breath. He opened his mouth to try again.

“You were right.”

The defeat in her voice, muffled against her knees, brought him up short.

“You...and the templars....” Her shoulders shook with her next breath, and she kept her face buried between her legs. “Mages ruin everything they touch.”

Ice lodged in his stomach as effectively as a blade, and he felt the prickle of the lyrium markings along his shoulders and spine flaring up in response.

What has magic touched that it does not ruin?

To hear Hawke, fiercely proud of her magic and yet kind and caring and protective of those she loved, who put up with him and his mess and his sharp tongue, say those words....

To agree with him....

His heart clenched around the damage he had done.

“Would it...help you? Thinking that?” he murmured.

She tried to laugh. The sound snagged in her throat and squeezed out as a sob. “I failed her, Fenris. I failed Carver. I failed Bethany.” Hawke hugged her legs closer to her. “What good is magic if all I do is fail the ones I love?”

He had no answers. He knew what he wanted to say, but shouldn’t. He thought he knew what he needed to say, but couldn’t. All he could manage was an awkward hand on her shoulder. Too light. Too heavy. It felt like both and an intrusion all at once.

“I don’t know,” he forced out. The closest to truth he could find to give her. “Maybe...it’s better not to fill these moments with unnecessary words.”

She did manage a laugh this time, bitter like stale beer. “Eloquent as always,” she sighed.

He bit back the harsh words that tried to spill loose.

“But thank you,” she added. “For being here.” She took another shaky breath. Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. “I know it’s...it’s hard, and...I’m not the best right now....” She choked.

He pulled her to lean into his chest without thinking. She didn’t protest. Her fingers clutched at his armor leathers, holding on as though he was her only lifeline, and she buried her face against his chest and sobbed.

When she finally cried herself to sleep an hour later, he carefully moved her to the bed, stroking her raggedly shorn hair out of her eyes, and left her there with an inadequate apology and all his regrets.

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more bryn aldwir!!

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Ayla, Lord at Heart ⚔️

Ayla reckons if she hadn't grown up in the blighted wasteland she calls home (and actually got to choose her faction), she would have been a Lord of Fortune HANDS DOWN.

So as I'm sure you can imagine, she's veryyyy excited about @lof-weekend, coming up on August 7 - 9! ✨

Join in the fun and make your own cute LoF intro card with this template by the endlessly talented @blackwall-my-tiny-husband!

And TYSM to my pals @zennihilation, @davrinsleftpectoral, @serialsforbellara for hosting! BTW, Ayla and I would like to remind you and Isabela that the bar always looked like that...

Taggin' pals below! See y'all at the Hilt!! 🍻💋

@onelooseskull @hedwigoprah @guacamolleee @introvertedfangrl @vishantikaffar @redaresss @sunny374940 @sorcerousadventurer @necromanticsoul @brightbreezeblog @casa-dei-corvei @lycheecatee @handsignals @wolfmoonwildflowers @notyourmamasdeerbat @sandcastlekings @curiouswisp @quaksi @trashwithvariety @trash-nerd @dudewheresmynug @rooks-dagger @grand-crow @tevivinter @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai @kogarashi-art @pinkvbay @chaosherald @xkatchy @reaver-of-kirkwall @in-the-drowning-deep @ass-deep-in-demons @bronzieinthedas @winterhartarts @viagosbrother @oddsaint22 @wickedadaar @lemondelighted @woundedsoul12 @veilguardingonmain @andthekitchensinkao3 @nyx-de-riva @kabsey @tarasmom

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The Keeping and Care of Feldspar, Mina's Pet Rock

(and maybe baby Titan)

featuring @lemondelighted's Dasha and the Feldspar edit by @blackwall-my-tiny-husband

Hi hi hi Dasha doll <3

Feldspar showed me the contract he got? He was humming and vibrating so hard he fell off the dash of the van (it took me like 15 minutes to get him out from under the seat). If you're gonna be his co-star, I kinda need to ask a favor of you.

I can't come on the tour. (Something about like losing your passport and then trying to cross the border with a van full of elfroot - Gigi is still trying to clear it up, but right now I'm labeled as an "accessory to the cartel" in the Anderfels and "wanted for excessive property damage" in Tevinter.)

And due to Feldspar's lack of thumbs, he's not great at taking care of himself (relatable).

So can you take care of him?

You can text me any time or email or call or find me in my dreams or tell Feldspar to text me. I promise to do my best not to lose my phone this time!

(If I do ask Gigi, she always gets the new number first)

But yeeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhhh you have to take good care of him! He can't lay down the sickest beats if he isn't at his finest.

Feldspar doesn't have a primary care physician or veterinarian. Instead, if you think he's looking sick, please send a letter to the Shaperate of Orzammar. They've never written me back, buuut nobody would know rocks better than them! He's also never been sick.

If one of his eyes falls off, that's okay! You can draw a new one on with charcoal or use gurgut glue to put on a new googly eye.

Do not use other kinds of glue! They make him hum sadly.

He needs a nap. Even when he acts like he doesn't. If he's gonna be up all night in da club, he needs a nap. Roughly 2 hours.

For optimal napping, Feldspar should be put into his box with the lid closed.

Ignore him if he tries to open the box. If he manages it, put him back in and put something on top (I like a potted plant, but a book or vinyl would work, I guess?)

If he seems sad (not trilling or vibrating or making pretty colors for multiple days in a row, but instead just very sad-sounding chirps)

Give him a brownie! He loves the smell of them. He doesn't eat them tho.

Do not give him an elfroot brownie - not unless you want him to upstage you

Give him to Turvi - he loves Turvi <3

Food! Feldspar doesn't eat. But he likes to have a place at the table and be with y'all.

Fomo king

Drink! Feldspar doesn't drink! Do not give him alcohol (I'm not sure how old he is because he's a rock, but he doesn't do well with alcohol).

Baths!

Feldspar enjoys the occasional spa day. It's okay for him to take a dip in mineral water or sulfuric baths or fresh water.

He does not like salt water.

He loves a dry bath of rolling around in the sand.

Be ready to glue his eyes back on :)

He needs to go outside and touch grass at least once a day. If in a big city, touching a tree also works.

Do not let him play "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" or any remixes of it

He gets too excited, and last time he fell off the counter and chipped his head :(

Cuddles!

He loves cuddling. Put him in your pocket or whatever and spend all day with him, and he'll be so happy. Best way to spend his day. Generally, I just throw him on me and go about my day.

Thank you, Dasha <3 He's so excited to collab with you.

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WHAT A CUTIE 🥹🩷💖💕💗💞!!!

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WIP Wednesday

It's almost Wednesday, so it counts. I haven't done one of these in ages, but today I absolutely have to. You know the Yellow Bike AU @mushrooms-x-moss, @lycheecatee and I are cooking up? It's coming along nicely and we'll soon be sharing more, but Fern and Rose made some awesome art for a scene I wrote and I need to show you.

My Rook sings in a rock band called Lustful Skeleton Thoughts, and we'll eventually have him touring Antiva with the entire gang in tow. And just today Rose surprised me by drawing him singing. Look at him, he's so unbearably cute! And Fern made amazing cover art for LST's first album, Glitter Inferno (also she came up with the album name, cause she's just that cool), and I will never be over either of those perfect piece of art.

And here's the scene. 900 words of my cocky little shit of a rockstar about to do his first big concert. Tal has to save the day.

Rook, nervous about his show for the first time in his life

Rook had never in his life felt like this. Ever. He'd always been good at music, ever since he was a kid. He was an amazing singer, he'd never heard anyone play the guitar as well as he did, but…

Fuck, he was so scared.

The venue Queenie had booked for them was huge. He'd never played in front of that many people, and no matter how many times he told himself that it was just like playing at The Aerie, he couldn't make himself believe it. There were giant screens to show them playing. There were going to be absolutely amazing pyrotechnics, because Tal and Queenie were geniuses, and the concert was going to be so awesome.

If only Rook could force himself to step out onto the stage.

Taash and Lace were already there, setting up their instruments, and they looked a little nervous too, but they were out there and doing things and throwing worried glances to where he was hiding backstage, because they really needed to start –

"Rook? You're supposed to be out there. Highness is already bitching about losing daylight," Tal said as he walked up to him. He'd been checking the pyrotechnics again, because he cared so much about Rook having the best time, and here Rook was, hiding behind a curtain.

"I know," Rook said quietly, peeking out at the giant crowd out there. "Too many people."

Tal wrapped an arm around Rook's shoulders and peeked out too. "Want me to call it off?"

"What?! No!" Rook nearly shouted, turning to Tal to give him a horrified look. "I want to do it, I just…I can't –"

"Edwin's down by the stage," Tal said, pressing Rook closer to his side. "Bull and Dorian are too. You can sing for them. No need to give a shit about the rest."

"I can sing for all of them, I just can't get out there," Rook sighed. He'd already tried so many times before Tal came, and his legs just wouldn't listen.

Tal turned to give him a considering look. "Got everything ready?"

Rook's guitar was already there on the stage, in a stand right next to his mic, and he so wanted to get to them and do this, but he had no idea how. "Yeah," he nodded, resting his head on Tal's shoulder.

"Did you drink water?"

"Mhm."

"Ate something?"

"Yep."

"Alright," Tal nodded and caught Rook by the hand to drag him out onto the stage.

"Tal, what are you doing?" Rook hissed, giving the giant screens a wide-eyed look. They stopped showing their logo and Lace appeared instead, waving at the camera and blowing a kiss that was definitely for Eris.

"Helping," Tal shrugged as they stopped in front of the mic. Taash was on the screen next, grinning and raising their hands as they gave the crowd a rock sign. People started cheering and Rook turned to Tal, who was adjusting his mic.

"Love, I –" Rook started, and couldn't help but cringe when his horribly blushing face appeared on the screen. Fuck, he usually loved seeing himself. He was hot. He looked perfect tonight, and he was absolutely amazing, but this was too much.

"Shut up, little bird," Tal whispered and pulled him in for a kiss.

Rook only caught a glimpse of his own stunned expression before closing his eyes and melting into Tal, catching him by the shoulders to steady himself. Tal cradled his face in his hands, stroking his thumbs over his cheekbones, and the applause and cheering that followed nearly knocked Rook off his feet.

"Better?" Tal mumbled into the kiss, and Rook cracked his eyes open to see Tal's absolutely burning face. He never liked showing off in front of people the way Rook did, but he did it for him anyway, because he loved him so much.

And Rook was going to do the show for him. For all his loves.

"Mhm," he hummed with a smile, stealing another kiss. "Thanks, love."

Tal nodded as his ears turned even pinker, and Rook couldn't help but look at the screen to see how amazing they looked together. His lace top was absolutely killer, and the white leather jacket he was wearing over it was doing some great things to his shoulders. And Tal was so hot.

Still cradling Rook's face and giving him that sweet smile that hardly anyone besides the four of them ever saw – and now several thousand people too. "Love you, little bird," Tal said, resting their foreheads together. "Can't wait to hear you sing."

"Love you too," Rook grinned and caught Tal's gorgeous face to make out with him properly for a moment. It got him a surprised grunt from Tal and excited screams from the audience, and he was so ready.

"You're such a little shit," Tal groaned. "You good?"

"So good," Rook purred. "You can stay if you like."

Tal gave the giant screen a horrified look. "Nope," he shuddered, catching Rook's hand to kiss his knuckles. "Be down there, yeah?"

"You know where to find me if you change your mind, gorgeous," Rook winked at him, raising their joined hands to get himself even more cheers. This show was going to be killer.

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Part 2 on the long fic/ wip whenever

So I don't remember if I posted about this yet and if i did, sorry for the repeat. So I finished part one of Into the Grey and during Rook appreciation week. I posted the first chapter of part 2. Just randomly dropping shit.

A cure for the Itch: Into the Grey 2 couldn't thin of anything better a little snippet from chapter 1

"Fuck. I'm dead, aren't I" Spoken as statement. Looking down at her hands that she could see clearly despite the darkness. The blighted veins were gone. The faint light behind her flickered and the various scents came rushing back. Someone was cooking. Still, Zea had no clue where the hell she was. Getting to her feet, her body no longer felt heavy. Armor gone replaced by her warden fatigues. Zea turned towards the light, silhouettes of large objects stood tall in the distance. As she made her way towards the light, she looked around. Surrounded by darkness that…shimmered?

The WIP for chapter 2. Guess I just needed to focus on one thing. The drive to get Zea and Emmrich married already was real but girl is not standing on her own two feet at the moment. We have a simi long way to go.

Was up way to late working on this as the flood gate just kinda open.

"Go on. They're waiting for you. Oh and take him with you." Alistair pointed at Darius who seemed unbothered by the suggestion. One of Zea's brow shot up confused. Wasn't this her life source? How could she take another? "Oh, the flames are also a door of sorts. A door only you two can go through."

A door. Back to the living, to her family. Her home.

"Will I remember any of this?"

"Maybe. I'm not sure." Alistair answered honestly. "For all we know this whole time could also just be a dream. A part of you will remember something, I think."

Swallowing hard as pressure built behind her eyes, giving Alistair a final goodby gaze with a nod before turning to Darius.

"Come on." An out reached hand towards the elf. He stared at it, hesitantly.

"It's been so long…"

"Morrigan has been waiting for you. Don't make her or Kieran wait any longer."

Darius face was unchanged. Wordlessly, he took her hand and with deep breaths, the two wardens walked into the fire.

Dividers by @dividers-are-us @kogarashi-art

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Meet my DA Ship: Gemlucite

Thanks for the tags @kogarashi-art @redaresss and @lemondelighted because I hadn't done one of these!!

Template can be found here. I mangled it in Canva. Sorry creator.

A few notes!

They're short!

Gemma is attached but is too used to being independent to be as attached as Lucanis and Spite are. Lucanis would probably be less attached but is swayed by Spite who is velcro.

None of them are jealous for different reasons. Gemma and Spite are never jealous because they're so confident. Lucanis isn't jealous because that's how much he trusts Gemma.

Gemma fell for Lucanis almost immediately way back when. Spite fell almost immediately but didn't understand what it meant. Lucanis got there eventually.

Gemma is terrible with gifts (other than that one Satinalia!)

Lucanis is the bed hog because if Gemma shifts away, he shifts closer and usually ends up sprawled on top of her.

All three of them are apt to start a fight - but not with each other.

Spite doesn't get the point of embarrassment. Cockroaches are tough to negotiate with and what was wrong with the cheese?

Lucanis is more likely to build a blanket fort than Gemma because he grew up with more blankets than she did in the dorms.

Gemma and Lucanis are PUNCTUAL. Raised by Caterina and Viago -- they are always 5 minutes early at a minimum. Lucanis more like 10. Spite doesn't care - he's just along for the ride.

Thanks for letting me yap!

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Shadow Dragon Week - Neve Gallus

One of my favorite portraits I did for this week >w<