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An Aydenne & Zalan fic set after the events of Black Hellebore and before Three of Crows
Inspired by kiss week day 6: Mourning but incredibly late so for funsies instead
Snippet below and Read the whole thing on AO3 HERE
Aydenne belongs to @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai
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But he looked like the walking undead now. Zalan mulled over his choices. He'd been forced away several times now for contracts and each time he'd come back Aydenne looked worse. He had to do something before going out again. And he didn't think trying to pull him up the mountainside for a quiet night with or without the other de Riva's would be enough this time.
Sliding off his spot in the window he walked around to the side of the desk, getting into Aydenne's space. "Ayde, you need to talk about… this." He gestured to the desk and the papers and the stale piece of bread left forgotten on the table since this morning.
"Talk about what? It's fine, Zalan." Aydenne smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes, it barely even looked like a passable smile. A ghost of an emotion to try and get Zalan to leave him alone. The second he looked away, and Aydenne did try to look away immediately, his face fell into the empty shell it had been for weeks.
In Part 3, we're jumping back in time to Ayla's first night in Faerûn for more #Gayla banter! We'll jump back to this night one more time after this, with a (ridiculous) ensemble adventure in between.
In this installment, these two idiots get to know each other a little more. Ayla manages to explain wtf a Warden is without laughing at the word 'taint', and Gale dishes about the little stowaway in his brain, as well as his ex - who Ayla is NOT impressed with btw. Surprise, surprise. 😂
"…So, how exactly do you eat these magical items? Like, if I gave you a magic sword, how the fuck does that work??"
Gale let out one of those loud, appreciative laughs of his again, flooding Ayla with warmth, and making her jiggle from where he shook at her side. They'd drifted closer and closer together as the night wore on, and she was leaning against him now. So near, when she looked up, she could see bits of stubble growing back around his immaculately trimmed beard.
He smelled of ink and parchment, like the delicious aroma of cracking open an old book. And that strange scent the air sometimes got after it rained, or when someone just cast a spell nearby.
He gave her a sassy look. "I don't need to physically ingest them to absorb their magical properties."
"So if I gave you an enchanted pair of boots, you're not gonna take a bite out of them?"
"Correct," he said, playfully tapping her nose. "Hells—what a picture that conjures up. I can't imagine I'd have lasted very long if that were the case."
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
Gentle tags below for visibility & to share the silly! As always there is zero pressure to read or engage! ILYSM and hope y'all are having the bestest weekend 💕🫶
Queenie is sleeping sound and safe. No typical Warden nightmares this night, which is nice. Suddenly, she's woken up by someone violently shaking her arm. It's Lydia. It's not even dawn, but she's up and ready, all excited. Wait, wait, excited for what?
"You promised to show me the most dangerous thing in all Hossberg! It's today! Let's go!"
So… What does Queenie do now?
OMG hello!! Gosh I am so sorry about how long this response took 😥🩷💖💞💕💗!! Happy (very belated) Rookweek :D!! Thank you so much for the inclusion friend 🥹!! I am hoping I’ve answered this correctly!! I’m super sorry if not 😥🩷🫶!!!
Beautiful dividers by @/flowersforthemachines 🥹🫶💖💗🩷
Queenie has strong opinions about all sorts of things. Whether you’re supposed to do your hair or put on your clothes first when getting ready, how much foam is acceptable when you’re pouring a beer, which faction is the most fashionable (trick question by the way - it’s a tie between the Lords and Mourn Watch…whoever’s wearing more gold at any given time Queenie reckons). Of course, she thinks her opinions are to be valued above all else…but is she willing to detriment her highly valued beauty sleep to prove that sentiment is the question?
Of course she is!
Queenie is most definitely a little grouchy at being pulled from a rare good dream (she had figured out a way to give her pet cockroaches little buggy pedicures!), but that definitely washes away pretty quick when she sees how excited Lydia is!! She had probably talked up her ‘incredible warden bravery’ to the max the last time she spoke to her dear friend, not fulfilling her promise now would be like…so embarrassing…if Queenie was capable of being embarrassed (no one’s really sure). Oh and because she thinks Lydia is fabulous of course!
Thing is…when Queenie promised she would take Lydia to “the most dangerous thing in all Hossberg”, she hadn’t really thought about what that was. In her opinion (which you should hold in high regard of course) all of Hossberg is pretty shit and dangerous. The place is crawling with darkspawn, mud, cliffs and warden recruits who don’t know what they’re doing. Sure, finding a whole lot of darkspawn and luring them into a pit would be kinda cool…or maybe Queenie could show Lydia that big stupid rock she always slips on? The tunnels? That old abandoned fortress? All fruitless endeavours! How could past (probably hammered) Queenie claim to know of “the most dangerous thing in all Hossberg”, while she had fucked around in all those places plenty of times and didn’t have as much as a scar (thank the Maker! Battle scars are very last season). She wanted to dazzle her!
What a solution she ended up reaching…
Queenie takes Lydia to a far corner of the wetlands. An area more akin to plains rather than swamp, yet covered in blight boils. They stretch across the landscape in horrid curving lines, tangling in on each other and almost impossible to see where one tendril begins and another ends. She beckons Lydia to carefully step over a few and guides her deeper among the pulsating blisters. There’s a game Queenie used to watch the human children play in the Circle - they would stack rows of books upright, before pushing one down, which would push the next one down and so on. One wrong step and that’s what they would be playing. Except replace the books with giant sores in the earth filled with blight.
Queenie would ask Lydia how fast she can run, before lighting the first boil with her magic.
Queenie’s answer is that she’s the most dangerous thing in Hossberg 🤣!
Thank you so much again for the ask @sorcerousadventurer 🥹🫶🩷💖💕💗💗💞!!! Queenie is honoured she gets to spend time with Lydia :D!!
In Part 1 of 'Looks Like We Ain't In Thedas Anymore', a tricksy eluvian flung Ayla (who's not Rook in this timeline!!) into the realm of Faerûn, where she had the good fortune to run into Gale—AKA the Rizzard of Waterdeep. A man who somehow manages to have both negative and positive CHA.
Well now it's time for her to meet the rest of the gang in Part 2!
How does it go??
Oh, um...well. Let's put it this way: they're all still alive at least??? 😅🤣
Ayla felt the chill of metal against her neck. "Get the fuck off of me!!"
"Agh! You little—"
What looked to be a very pale elf let go of her in surprise, and Ayla grunted when she hit the ground, several curses flying out of her too.
"She BIT me!!" he growled.
"Ch'k! Cease your prattling!" Ayla's eyes widened when a strange-looking green woman approached, sword at the ready. "Gut her and be done with it!"
Nah—ain't no way she was letting that happen.
Ayla scoffed, grabbed a nearby torch, and scrambled to her feet. And, weirdly, as she stood to face her attackers, she could have sworn she saw a ghost of a smile tug at the corner of the green one's lips.
"A wise strategy," she said, nodding in approval. "Far better to die on your feet than groveling on your knees."
"Oh, sugar—I never grovel." Ayla twirled the torch in her hand, giving it a menacing test swing as she crouched into a fighting stance.
"And the only one who's dying today is you."
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So I'm doing Kinktober this year, and I'm definitely not able to wait until October to post this, cause I've had it written for way too long already and those two are just too cute.
^ Tal's missing that adorable face so much
Call me?
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game), Dragon Age: Inquisition
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Inquisitor/Rook (Dragon Age)
Characters: Rook (Dragon Age), Male Inquisitor (Dragon Age)
Additional Tags: Phone Sex, Masturbation, Idiots in Love, Kinktober 2026, Modern AU, Yellow Bike AU
Series: Part 1 of Sunny's Kinktober 2026
Summary:
Rook left to tour Tevinter with his band, and Tal misses him more than he'd expected. They make do.
Day 12: Phone Sex
"What did you do today?"
Tal hummed, rolling onto his back to stare at the glow-in-the-dark stars Rook stuck there to make his bedroom "less boring". "Had a ride on my bike in the morning. Bet you were still sleeping. Did a perfect wheelie, wish you could have seen that. Didn't have sex afterwards, 'cause someone fucked off to Ventus."
"I'll make it up to you when I get back," Rook purred. It sounded like he was rolling around too, bedsheets rustling, and Tal really wished he was there to run his hands over his perfect skin.
"You better."
"Mhm," Rook hummed. "What will you want me to do to you?"
Hi, I'm in a posting mood lately ig. Lmk if you want me to cease bothering you, yeah?
Ayla sat up in the dirt and tried to get her stupid eyes to focus. Her head was pounding, vision blurry, but it didn't take a genius to know that something was wrong. And as the starry night sky slowly became clear—and only one lonely moon right along with it—so, too, was Ayla's situation.
...She was not where she was supposed to be.
Chin Up, Tits Out
Part 1/6 | 1,8k words
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
TAV AYLA HAS ENTERED THE CHAT, Y'ALL!! ⚔️
Faerûn is not ready, and I don't think goblin queen Ayla herself is gonna be all too thrilled about the prospect of running into some actual goblins either. But at least she still has a cool gang of pals to tag along with, and a kind, sexy magic man to drool over!
It's almost like home... 🥲😂
I've been bursting at the seams trying to keep this insane Rook-as-BG3-Tav mini-series a secret, but I'm sharing it today in honor of AU-gust! I'll be posting 6 vignettes (~1,5k-2,5k words ea) over the next few days or so, but I'm keeping 'Looks Like We Ain't In Thedas Anymore' open as series to serve as my Tav Ayla playground whenever the spirits move me. We're doing some timeline jumping here, so while reading in order is recommended, each fic in the series can be read on its own!
I'm posting this for Day 14 from the @augustwritingchallenge prompt list: Isekai, and Day 24 from @thepromptfoundry: Swords & Sorcery Fantasy. FUN FACT: even though I've wanted to write Tav Ayla for a while now, this mini-series actually first started out as my entry for the @kinktober26 prompt: One Night Stand. But you know me, I got inspired by AU-gust and fleshed it out a bit more...and then things sort of got out of hand lol. And yep, that means there's Gale x Ayla (#Gayla) smut! One of the entire installments is dedicated to it.
TYSM for hosting such fun AU-gust events y'all!! And hold on to your trousers pals, it's gonna be a bumpy (fun) ride! ✨
Tags below for visibility & to share the silly! I'm really proud of these pieces (as well as my stupid graphic lol) but as always there is zero pressure to read or engage! ILY 💕🫶
ty Fern for making the pic of them together, they're the cutest (also ty for coming up with that nickname for Rook, it fits him so well)
So you know how Fern wrote that amazing Siren!Ayla fic? We spun out on what Ayla and my Rook would be like as a siren couple (the answer is: terrifying, horrible, and yet somehow cute), and I ended up writing a siren fic of my own.
Sea Sparkle
Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game), Dragon Age: Inquisition
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Inquisitor/Rook (Dragon Age), Rook/Rook (Dragon Age), Male Inquisitor/The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Male Inquisitor/Dorian Pavus, Inquisitor/Emmrich Volkarin, Rook Slunecko/Taliesin Lavellan, Rook/Ayla
Characters: Male Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Rook (Dragon Age), The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Dorian Pavus, Emmrich Volkarin, (alt Emmrich), Ayla Thorne
Additional Tags: siren au, Rooks as horrible sea monsters, Smut, inquisitor making questionable decisions
Summary:
Rook is the most beautiful siren ever, living his best life. He has his moonbeam, he has the ocean, he's one of the most dangerous things around, and he has no idea that things could get even better (until he meets a grumpy elf with a shiny arm).
Taliesin Lavellan, on the other hand, doesn't believe in sirens, because that's just bullshit. So imagine his surprise when he comes across one during a sailing trip with his husbands.
Warm breath ghosted Tal's ear. "I want to kill you," the…so it was a siren? whispered, pressing a kiss to the angle of Tal's jaw. "I want to tear out your heart and eat your liver. Will you let me?"
Tal could only nod, clutching the edge of his dinghy with white-knuckled hands, because he couldn't say no to that voice. It could tell him to go and drown and he'd do it, but…
Sirens weren't actually real, were they? And that meant that he didn't have to listen to what that perfect voice was telling him.
Right?
Hi, tagging in case you want to see horrible sirens <3
It was some time since we visited vampires and werewolves au, right? First, @woundedsoul12 Riley got not so very good news in the Werewolf Council and then he and Vagus had a quick conversation about it. Now lets see how did Lydia react to the news.
Lydia sat at her desk and broke the seal to open the envelope. The letter from Necropolis was urgent.
Dearest Daughter,
"Of course it's Mother," she murmured under her nose. "It's always her when things are serious, or news is bad."
It was both this time.
Peace talks are still underway, but we have reached an agreement with the wolves. The true danger grew under the fog of our war: Venatori returned. There is no more place for petty squabbles and avenging ancient affronts.
Lydia snorted. In Antiva, business took precedence over everything, and vampires ruled the Crows along with werewolves for centuries. Every Talon was either one or the other. Here, her people and the dogs built resentment for far too long for one treaty to fix everything. She doubted the peace would last.
We were created by disobeying every single rule Mourn Watch stands for. By combining blood magic with necromancy, we became the very monsters we were sworn to protect the world from. Therefore, it is our duty to stand against those who wish to bathe the world in blood. It is of vital importance that all children of the night present a unified front.
The Countess rolled her eyes dramatically. She had heard this story countless times. Vorgoth, her father, didn't want to lose any more wards of his, neither to death nor lichdom. This is how vampires came to life. A life of shame and repentance, according to her mother.
I am pleased to hear that your wounds are healing fast and hope that you will be back to your full health soon. I want to inform you that your attackers were found and dealt with - and in the aftermath, it turned out it was a Venatori plot to weaken our forces on the border. We were lucky it was you; they would succeed otherwise.
"Lucky my ass," she huffed. She missed Necropolis ever since she was sent to this Maker-forsaken castle that she now called home. Middle of nowhere between Perendale and Nessum, land belonging to Nevarra in theory, but to the strongest petty warlord in practice.
We cannot leave our northern border without its fierce protector, but we will not leave you without a protection of your own. And who would be better than the person who unravelled the plot and saved you in the first place?
Your saviour and defender was no one else but Riley Mercar.
What. No. This couldn't be true. Lydia once again read the paragraph. This flea-ridden mutt, this lunatic, this barbaric no one? Her mother must've been confused.
I can only imagine your disdain and annoyance now, but the times are changing: our former enemies become our friends. And you will be leading by example: he is appointed to be your guardian from now on.
"Disdain and annoyance!" Lydia sprang to her feet, clutching the letter in her closed fist. "She can't possibly be serious!"
The decision is final. We expect you to come back to Necropolis immediately: we are organising a masquerade to commemorate the signing of the treaty. That is when all our plans and decisions will be announced. Both your father and I count on your presence and support.
Your loving mother,
Lady Myrna
P.S. Your father wants me to convey his greetings to you. He is looking forward to seeing you soon.
Lydia did a few furious rounds around her study. She smoothed out the letter and read it again, only to crumple it in anger a minute after. The decision is final.
She plopped theatrically on the chaise. She knew the resistance was futile. Her mother was not a person to parley with, and she couldn't count on her father here. Not when they thought their actions would benefit everyone.
No, she needed to accept that Riley Mercar, the dog that tried to kill her, the dog that was a constant annoyance, the dog that was poisoning her life… will now be a part of it.
Can you recognise the inspiration behind Lydia's portrait?
i was tagged by the lovely @redaresss in their amazing wip wednesday post, and i finally have something to shareeeee
i have been so absolutely swamped over the last few months that i have had no time and no energy to write. i started the below one shot on monday, and it has been the first thing I've worked on in months that makes me finally feel like im getting back in my groove
But this time, instead of her feet landing on solid (ish) ground, they met nothing, and she plunged fully into the canal.
The water was dark, colder than she expected. Of course, being a foundling who grew up in a crypt, she had never learned to swim. There aren't really a lot of opportunities to learn in the Necropolis, and she was never brave enough to try and swim in any of the rivers outside. She had started waving her arms and kicking her feet as soon as she realized what was happening, in some approximation of what she remembered swimming to look like, the few times she had been brave enough to go near the river and watch the other children swim. But it only seemed to make her sink faster. Panic exploded inside her, but the light of the surface floated farther and farther out of her reach.
After an eternity, she felt her foot scuff the silt of the bottom. She kicked hard enough off the bottom she felt her knees pop, but suddenly her head was back above the water.
Gasping and flailing, she tried to orient herself towards land, towards anything she could possibly grab onto, but she couldn't blink the water out of her eyes enough to see clearly. The windmill motion of her arms wasn't sufficient to keep her head above the water, but another strong kick of her legs pushed her back above, just long enough for a small shriek to leave her mouth, before water rushed in and she sank fully back under the water.
This time, kicking kept her off of the ground, but she couldn't make it back to the surface no matter how much she fought.
Something strong wrapped around her waist and pulled her upwards, hard. She broke the surface, sputtering and coughing up water as she tried to breathe. Her body reacted before she realized what had happened; she shoved the arm away and lunged forward blindly, still trying to blink her soaked curls out of her eyes. Hands locked around her arms, pulling her back and flush against a firm body.
What's more like a Lord of Fortune than waking up after the weekend, half asleep with a strange tattoo?
My iPad tried to eat this one, and Tumblr wouldn't let me upload the images for some reason, but finally I have my last entry for the Lords of Fortune tattoos for this "weekend."
Thank you again to @lof-weekend for hosting such a fun event!
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“HOW MUCH?” Myrna isn't sure how a faceless void can look so displeased as Vorgoth stares across the table at her.
“It is fine,” she shrugs off casually as she tosses her ponytail over her shoulder. Though the slight pout on her perfectly painted lips as she stares at the broken nail betrays her displeasure. “I can get them done later this week when I receive my monthly stipend.”
“WE DID NOT ASK IF IT WAS FINE.” Black tendrils smooth gently across the frown lines at the corners of her mouth, before they tilt her chin up to meet his formless gaze. “WE ASKED HOW MUCH.”
“Really it's…” she tries to protest. But the temperature drops suddenly, a shiver crawling across her skin as even the candles seem to dim. Her breath is stolen as Vorgoth's form grows taller, more imposing. His magic brushing hers, a tinge of irritation mixed with something darker.
But as suddenly as the mood shifts, it lifts. And she looks down to find a small purse in her hand, the slight jingle from inside a clear indication of his gift.
“WE WOULD SEE YOU HAPPY, FOR THAT MAKES US HAPPY, ” is all he says before he turns, drifting towards the door. But he pauses for just a moment as he adds in a stern voice. “AND DO LET US KNOW IF YOU REQUIRE ANYTHING ELSE, DEAR MYRNA.”
So basically was watching reels and someone I follow posted this skit titled 'when you finally start dating a dom who isn't broke'. And then this just popped into my head.
It's silly and idc I love it
@sorcerousadventurer @chaosherald like my two MW people
Lords Lost Weekend, Day 3 - More Tattoos!
With even more Mernug!
Similar to my series for Shadow Dragon Week, here's the second part of the collection of my re-drawings of the LoF tattoos from Dragon Age: The Veilguard. I've edited some a little as needed, and put several different small tattoos together in one file.
Clear PNG files below if you want to use them in your art - you don't have to tag me, but I'd love to see if you do end up using them 🥰
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