#ashurook

[muwitch]

shadow dragon to shadow dragon communication

[weaveandwood]

Come to me and I shall embrace you. In my arms lies eternity

Ashur and Bianca commission by @miasmat

[mythals-whore]

Viper Week Interest?

tagging @elzuniawhy @woundedsoul12 @serstolas @weaveandwood @muwitch @dirtyhecker @rainbowpilaf for your takes

your disclaimer is that I have essentially no idea what i'm doing, but i do find the lack of Viper week to be a personal insult so here we are. i'll leave the poll open until Sunday, please reblog for reach(:

Viper Week Interest?

[woundedsoul12]

Last Lines Written

Thanks for the tag @fiberpunk027

I should catch up on tags this evening. Sorry been editing dabb and getting art ready and stuff. But also lowkey working on stuff for @shadow-dragon-week. Maybe not get to everything I want to do but here's a snippet I been toying with.

In which Riley Mercar should learn to mind his own business. And stay out of Lena, Ashur, and Tarquin's business. I'm sure Gladius is laughing his ass off.

"You don't understand-"

But before Riley could continue, he felt a cold presence behind him. Like a shadow the woman in question appeared, all pointed smiles and deadly grace as her pale blue eyes caught his and held him enthralled. A viper in her own right, fingers playing along the daggers on her hip as if she would strike him with her fangs.

"And what don't we understand, Riley Mercar?" Lena asked as she approached him with measured steps. "If you would be so kind as to enlighten us all…"

Tagging some interested parties @sorcerousadventurer @jenn2d2 @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @davrinsleftpectoral @serialsforbellara @sandcastlekings @serensama @kabsey @lycheecatee @mushrooms-x-moss @redaresss @hedwigoprah @sunny374940 @tarasmom @handsignals @zennihilation @chaosherald @amlusa @vorchagirl @necromanticsoul @kogarashi-art

[proffbon]

In my game's canon it starts looking like all of Ashur's relationship are filled to the brim with divorce energy. 😭

[vorchagirl]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The Dragon and the Crow - Chapter 8

“Do you really think you can take me?” Ashur murmured, his magic cracking around them as The Crow smiled coldly and finally drew his blade, twirling the throwing knife between his fingers. “Believe me, Demon, it will not be me who falls if it comes to a fight.”

To his surprise, Lucanis laughed, his posture infuriatingly relaxed. “What do you think will happen if you kill me?” he asked in a voice dripping with scorn. “Do you think Rook will come back to you, Black Divine? Do you think she'll have you back in her bed again?”

A chill slipped down Ashur's spine, and he wasn’t fast enough to hide the widening of his eyes. Somehow The Crow had discovered his true identity. Somehow the mage hunter knew who he really was. This was the situation he had always dreaded - it placed countless people in danger.

He had been unmasked.

Exposed.

“I don't think it's your business what we do,” Ashur said coldly, his eyes boring into the other man's, fighting not to show how rattled he truly was. “Rook is safer without you in her life. You can't deny it.”

Lucanis laughed again, this time bitterly, and his eyes flashed with purple as the demon lurked. “Ah, but it is my business - because if I kill you, it will break Rook's heart and I don't think she would ever forgive me. And if you kill me … what exactly is your plan? Will she be your mistress? A plaything you keep on the side-”

“Shut up!” He growled, but the Crow continued, each word another weapon, sharp as any blade and full of spite.

“Why? I doubt your highly esteemed family would accept a low born mage with open arms and allow her to sully their precious magical lineage. Are you going to walk away from your family? Walk away from being the Divine?” He stepped closer, still twirling the knife. “You can't be so naive that you believe you can offer her anything meaningful-”

“I love her!” Ashur yelled the words as something surged inside of him.

Something jealous and bitter

Something that pushed behind his eyes and snarled inside his mind...

Full chapter: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61989829/chapters/193424696

[necromanticsoul]

Tell Me Tuesday

thank you @woundedsoul12 and @chaosherald for the tags!

Take a recently published work and break it down for me scene by scene

So technically this fic is from March but its suits my mood right now. Is It Really Victory If... is a Blighted Ashur/Grey Warden Rook soulmate au fic that takes place after Fire and Ice.

Right after they get back to the Lighthouse after killing the dragons, Neve mentions they should let the remaining Shadows know.

When they reached the Lighthouse isle, Rook stopped short of going through the Eluvian, staring at it for a long minute. When Neve realized Rook hadn’t followed her through, she stepped back out, frowning slightly at the Warden. “What is it?” “Someone should tell the Shadows about the dragons,” Rook murmured softly. “Wasn’t sure if it was something you’d want to tell them in person or send a missive. “It’s probably better coming from you since..” She gestured in the general direction of the island containing the Minrathous and Treviso Eluvians. Neve frowned, then said slowly, “I’d have to leave a message at a dead drop, but you can track Ashur. It may be better if you go.” “I suppose you’re right,” Rook admitted wearily. She reached out to grip Neve’s shoulder. “Do me a favor and try and get some actual sleep after you’ve gotten all the blight and mud off. You can’t help us or the Shadows if you collapse from exhaustion.”

This scene represents the difficulties Rook may face when dealing with the surviving Shadows after saving Treviso. She thinks any news may come better from Neve than her, but on the other hand, Rook and Ashur are soulmates and Rook can use the bond to track him down in Minrathous, which may be faster. It's a sense of "which will get the task done the fastest" so while Rook might not want to go to Minrathous right after killing the dragons, she will because it needs to be done.

“You stay up at all hours because you drink too much coffee, and Emmrich could probably make you something to help you sleep,” Rook pointed out. “I can’t sleep because all I see are darkspawn and archdemons when I try.” “Emmrich could help you as well as he could help me,” Neve argued half heartedly. Rook winced, “Not really. His potions haven’t been helping lately. It got worse after Weisshaupt.” “Shit.” Neve stared at her. “Is Davrin having the same issues?” Rook smiled crookedly, “ So eloquent.”  Rook gave a slight shake of her head, “He’s having trouble sleeping, yes, but Emmrich’s potions are still helping him.” She paused then said in a very low tone, “Davrin’s likely years from his Calling still. I am not.” Neve winced this time. “I didn’t know.” 

2. This part goes into the difficulties I think an older Warden Rook or a Rook whose been a Warden for a long time might face. In this case, Rook's been a Warden for well over a decade, and while without a Blight she'd have another decade or to, a Blight involving two Archdemons and the elven gods is a lot worse than an ordinary blight. The sound of the blight song is very loud in Rook's head. Neve and Rook are friends, so Neve is upset at hearing this news.

He opened his red rimmed eyes beneath his hat when he heard the sound of someone landing beside him. He didn't need to look at her to know who it was. "The dragon's dead," she reported in a weary tone. It was something she should be celebrating, something that she knew had brought a renewed hope to the Wardens and some of their allies. Her own thoughts aligned with Neve, though, that the dragons had been pawns, and Minrathous's vengeance wouldn't be had until the gods were dead. She only prayed to the Maker that Ashur would still be alive then. "One less threat to the city then," he murmured. "But not enough," she replied. Selene reached out with one hand to take his own. "You don't have to hide it from me, Ashur, I'd feel it through the bond anyway." He felt her fingers touch his and started to yank his hand away, but she her grip held fast. "You can't Blight me, Ashur. Once you've been Blighted, you can't be Blighted again," she told him.

3. They're in Minrathous and Rook's tracked a Blighted Ashur down. Ashur's using magic to hold off the Blight as much as he can, but there's only so much he can do, and he's in a lot of pain as a result. He's afraid of possibly infecting his friends so he's avoided direct contact with anyone since he was blighted. But Rook can not only feel his pain, but she's one of the few people who can touch him because she's already a Warden. It's a tiny bit of comfort in an otherwise bad situation.

He gave a shaky breath. "If I were a sane man, I'd tell you no, but I missed you too much, love you too much, to push you away, even if I am dying." She shifted so that she was facing him, fingers pushing his chin up so she could see his red rimmed eyes. "I'm sorry, Ashur." "I know, Amata, I know," he replied. She gave a wet laugh as she carefully pulled down one side of his mask. She took in his gaunt appearance and blacked veins for just a moment before she leaned in and kissed him. "Just promise you'll remember me, when I'm gone," he whispered softly against her lips. "Remember me. Not the Viper, not the Divine. Just me." "Oh darling," her smile was bittersweet, "We both know there's no way that I'm going to come out of all of this alive." He sighed and pressed his forehead against her own, resignation heavy in the air around them, and then Ashur kissed his soulmate again.

4. Ashur is dying slowly from the Blight, and while Rook can and will kiss him despite the effects of the Blight, they both know he's on borrowed time. Ashur knows he's going to die, but he wants Rook to survive. But with the song of the Blight ringing so loudly in her head and the danger she faces in the hunt for the gods, Rook honestly doesn't believe she's going to survive. So they comfort each other, but they both know its bittersweet. They don't expect a happy ending.

tagging just for fun. let me know if you want on or off the list

@serialsforbellara @brennacedria @curiouswisp @tkwritesdumbassassins @juniper-and-dragonthorn @talkmagically @vixenofcadmea @nevarrantorte @madamemortem @davrinsleftpectoral @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @kogarashi-art @notyourmamasdeerbat @bonesandivy @gingervitus @operative-arrow @mageofquandrix @sorcerousadventurer @serensama @viagosbrother @handsignals

[elzuniawhy]

"Rook." It sounded so wrong, sharpen and broke. The name—nickname— was sinking on the tongue as ashes. "Ashur."

it's more gifs for one of my future ashurook fics