morrigan judging me judging her outfit
NASA
Game of Thrones Daily
AnasAbdin
Xuebing Du
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
KIROKAZE

Andulka
tumblr dot com

No title available
Show & Tell
d e v o n
Keni
Peter Solarz
hello vonnie
sheepfilms
Cosimo Galluzzi
Monterey Bay Aquarium
cherry valley forever
Mike Driver
we're not kids anymore.
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Malaysia
seen from Austria
seen from Switzerland
seen from Portugal

seen from Italy

seen from United States

seen from France

seen from Chile
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States

seen from Norway
seen from Ireland
seen from Türkiye
@pigeonage
morrigan judging me judging her outfit
Kozda Aeducan doodles
So um here's Nora and Cass. For this week’s Draw-Along.
Lost on the lonely wilderness, lost in the depths of her owl-golden eyes, you slip away into the night.
not my art but my commission.
artist:齐秦
Zevran dragon age origins
full version of Anders and Ser Pounce-a-Lot
♬Sera was never quite the quietest girl— Her attacks are loud and they’re joyful.♪
Nehra finally getting a (slightly late) New Years smooch 💕
High Upon Your Tower - Dragon Age Tarot Fanart (2014)
In Your Heart Shall Burn
I think about the Inquisitor stumbling through that mountain pass, desperately searching for any survivors, a very normal amount.
Still version:
Horny thoughts on Vorgoth A night with Vorgoth is always a surprise. Everyone knows Vorgoth's lower half is made of smoke and mystery. And yet, he can summon whatever eldritch dick he wants from the beyond for himself. But for some reason, it's never the same dick twice. Sometimes it's a single, thick tentacle. Sometimes it's many. Sometimes it's origin is recognizable, but often, it isn't. Once, it was glowing and covered in cursed runes. Another time, it was straight up a dick from an archdemon. Even in the Necropolis, he's considered one of the wildest rides.
here’s to us; what was and what could have been.
My heart
At the borders of Ferelden, there are roses.
It startled travelers, at first. Dirty, doggish Ferelden. To be greeted at the waypoints, the gateways with such a delicate scent.
Mostly red. Some white and pink. Climbing along fences, twining up guard towers. And…this is the important bit…full of tiny, viscious thorns.
Diplomats report that there was no decree sent forth. No edict from the palace in Denerim. Just one day, a bann here or there decided to make a pretty hedgerow. Fereldens don’t like their leaders to put on too many airs, so it was logical the common folk would add their own- to mark a gate or a path or a death.
They grow at the crossroads as well. If you see one bush, seemingly random along the road? Look up and there will be another, blazing color in the distance beckoning a weary traveler forward.
It seems odd here, in backwater Ferelden, where the streets are mud even in the towns, to find your path suddenly fragrant and peppered with petals.
It seems odd they don’t freeze in the terrible winters. It’s said the roses at the palace bloom all year.
A hardy variety, the locals will tell you. Pulled from the edges of the Kokari Wilds. Or the Brecillian Forest. No telling what the elves have bred into them. Or perhaps it was mages.
The crimson hips will sure carry you through a fever, though.
And as the king makes his processionals, he’s sure to stop and compliment the fish wife who feeds her scarlet climbers fish guts.
And it’s nice to be known to the king.
And occasionally, if the wind is right? He’ll pluck a blossom (usually with permission. He’s such a polite boy, Chantry manners you know).
He’ll take a bloom and shatter it in his hand and let the petals catch the wind.
You never know, he’ll say.
Fightin' Boy - Dragon Age Fanart (2015)
The Seeker
vivienne // sera
I can’t comprehend how much I am in love w/ her !!!!