Here's a little comic I made inspired by an au I made where Thoma and Akina (an oc of mine) become the Pyro and Anemo Archons of Inazuma after Raiden steps down. Clearly Zhongli and Thoma have very different tastes in women lol. (Akina belongs to me and Daiyu belongs to @soap_tastes_bad on Instagram!)
Edit: this was also a style replication challenge for myself! Here, I tried to replicate the style of @orbitalmoonrat since I adore their chibi style! If you're interested in Genshin art, go check them out!
♡ Original posting date: 13/10/2021
♡ Ship: Tomo/Kazuha
♡ Setting: reincarnation AU, archon!Tomo
♡ Word count: 25,6k
♡ AO3: meow
After ascending to the title of Archon, Tomo has to watch as Kazuha reincarnates over and over again, with no recollection of their time together.
❝ If Tomo had one skill, it was faking confidence. He wasn't too bad of a swordsman, and his Vision had increased his ability, turning him into a tough, fire-forged warrior who could hold his ground to most enemies, albeit larger than him or not human.
But no matter how strong you are, there's a limit to how high up you can aim— and challenging a goddess was a deed far too audacious even for someone as reckless as him.
When the Vision Hunt Decree took action, he couldn't help but watch powerlessly. He had nothing to fear, because Kazuha and he would always be safe, the inexperienced hands of soldiers unable to scratch them. But the thought of innocent citizens losing their ambitions, falling prey to the Shogun one by one, and turning into empty shells deprived of their precious memories, rendered him unable to sleep.
Kazuha could feel it as they lay in bed restless for hours, both of them staring at the ceiling of the inns they slept at, or at the tiny stars in the night sky. They knew from the start that, if there had to be anyone to dare and tame the lightning's fury, it would be them. Only they could hope to stop her. And if Tomo had ever defined himself as brave, basking in pride for his heroic actions, then it was his call. ❞
skater goat archon au is finally done praise andrast
love u sorry for being late and gross
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The crown, Dorian thinks to himself, is so much heavier than it looks.
For someone who grew up loathing the very idea of ever becoming Archon, he imagines he’s doing a very good job. So far he has managed to keep both his title and his life for six months, and his enemies have only tried to assassinate him twice. He considers it a great achievement, even if Vivienne is a little more skeptical.
“Dorian, darling,” she begins, once they are safely ensconced in his private quarters after a particularly trying day, “I hope you realize I only have your best interests at heart when I say this—”
“Which would be a first for you, actually.” Dorian interrupts her, and she frowns deeply, but does not relent. “I truly applaud you for making such an effort to maintain peace amongst the magisters, but you need to realize that this won’t last. They are as like to turn on you as they are on each other, and you have been neglecting a lot of decisions that need making lately!”
Dorian ignores her, partly because he has no desire to listen to her at the moment, and partly because it hurts him to admit that she’s right. He sighs deeply as he begins to remove the trappings of his office, the heavy jewelry and the heavier cloak, feeling his shoulders sag in relief as they are freed of their burden. “Would it satisfy you if I promised to consult with you in the morning?” He asks her, holding up a hand when she looks like she’s about to protest. “Vivienne, I am weary beyond belief. Tomorrow morning I shall listen to everything you have to say and I will even make every attempt to look as though I don’t want to hang myself with these chains around my neck. Do we have a deal?”
Vivienne purses her lips, but she nods curtly. “Very well, my dear,” she says, with just enough venomous sarcasm to bring a nostalgic smile to Dorian’s lips, “feel free to waste the rest of your night in a drunken stupor while I babysit your empire for you. Again.”
“Thank you, Madame de Fer.” Dorian says mockingly, and Vivienne sighs in disapproval. She watches Dorian cross over to the liquor cabinet and extract a bottle of brandy, surveying it carefully before offering it to her. She scowls and turns on her heel, sweeping out of the room and shutting the doors firmly behind her.
“More for me then,” Dorian murmurs to himself, unstoppering the brandy and taking a swig directly from the bottle. The taste is rich, full, and makes him miss the vile swill he used to drink in Skyhold. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and turns into his bedchamber, rolling his neck and sighing.
“Tired, Your Majesty?”
“Exhausted.” Dorian replies without even thinking about it, his eyes snapping open when he realizes he’s not alone. Cursing himself for a fool, he spins around, looking for a staff, but the soft, short laugh he receives in response makes him stop and stare at the source.
He licks his lips, his throat going dry all of a sudden. “Leros?” He whispers.
He’s sitting on his bed, legs dangling off the edge, smirking slightly. “Nice place, this,” he says conversationally, “much fancier than where you were when I saw you last. And the bed is much bigger too.” He grins, the expression making him look so much younger, more carefree. “I can’t wait to see what that means for us.”
For a moment, Dorian can’t speak. He can’t even bring himself to breathe. He almost drops the bottle of brandy, setting it aside on the nearest flat surface and walking over to the bed as though in a daze. “Leros, what are you doing here?” He asks, as Leros gets to his feet and reaches out to touch his cheek.
“What do you think I’m doing here, you buffoon?” Leros asks, as Dorian wraps his arms tightly around him. The sensation of hugging him again after so long brings tears to Dorian’s eyes, and he has to bury his face in Leros’s hair to regain control of himself.
“That’s…that’s grounds for execution here in Tevinter.” He chokes out after a while, feeling Leros’s arms curl around his waist. “Making fun of the Archon.”
“Really?” Leros sounds amused. “Dear, dear. Whatever would the magisters say if they knew that I used to call you ‘dirty shem’ when I first met you?”
Dorian laughs. “Half of them would probably be inclined to agree with you.” He says, and Leros laughs against his chest. Dorian eases away just far enough to take his beloved face in his hands, cupping his cheeks as he leans in to kiss him.
Leros sighs against his mouth. “How long can you stay?” Dorian asks, and Leros pulls away to make a face. “Not long, I’m afraid.” He says, sounding upset. “There’s so much to do back at Skyhold…it was a miracle Josie let me leave at all.”
Dorian’s stomach twists, but he keeps his features carefully neutral. “Then how about we make the best of whatever time we do have together?” He asks, lowering his head to the curve of Leros’s ear and biting gently.
Leros immediately goes pliant, and Dorian smirks against his mouth. Pushing him backwards, he lets Leros fall back against the pillows of his bed, climbing over him with a meaningful expression. “What were you saying about my bed, earlier?”
Leros gives a low, throaty laugh, reaching for the collar of Dorian’s shirt to tug him up for a harsh, needy kiss. He gasps when Dorian slips his hands up into his shirt, his green eyes twinkling luminously in the darkness. “Why don’t you let me show you instead?”
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“I imagine you have a lot of questions for me?”
Leros throws his leg over Dorian’s, nestling closer to him, laying his head on his chest. “Is it really as bad as they say it is?”
“That depends entirely on who you mean by ‘they’,” Dorian responds, one hand buried in Leros’s hair. “Whatever news reaching you that’s not from Leliana’s agents is probably inaccurate. Vivienne and I have been doing good work over here, amatus.” Dorian sighs, caressing Leros’s scalp with the very tips of his fingers. “I wish you could be here to see what we’re getting done.”
“So do I, ma vhenan.” Leros replies quietly. “I’ve left Cass and Josie in charge for the moment, but that can honestly only last so long.” He leans in to kiss Dorian’s chest softly, just above his heart. “I don’t feel nearly as inclined to be the Inquisitor when you’re not around.”
“I don’t feel nearly as inclined to do anything when you’re not either.” Dorian says heavily. “I miss you, Leros. I wish you were here all the time.”
Leros swallows hard, nestling closer to Dorian again as though cold. “If only, ma sa’lath,” he says wistfully, reaching for Dorian’s hand, “if only.”
The temptation to lose himself in sadness and brood for the rest of the night is great, but Dorian forces himself to smile. “Well, as long as you’re here, we might as well enjoy ourselves while we can.” Leros raises himself up on an elbow to cock an eyebrow at him, and he gives him a wicked smirk in return, reveling in the way his cheeks flush and a slow smile crosses his face.
“So, what do you say?” Dorian asks, leaning in to let his mouth hover tantalizingly over Leros’s. “Care to inquisit me again?”
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and like... with its history, i dont think the orlesian chantry would be better off with vivienne as divine. BUT in tevinter, a country which is corrupt and based on mage supremacy and has a surprising lack of templars, vivienne is just what they need. she is an expert at climbing social ladders and dealing with nobles and she is against the use of magic as a way of achieving power and harming others.
also i just think she would look really good in tevinter fashion
