#dragonage 2

[rawranansi]

hnnng problematic mage makes brain go brrrrrr

[menades-art]

Fenris, again.

[tubtimkrobz]

My quick sketch of Flemeth

[ladyofdragons]

Fic WIP Tag game

Thank you @starfromfaraway for the tag! Continued from this post.

RULES:

Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs.

People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

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Okay here's mine. Most of these are stashed plot bunnies/smut ideas instead of actual WIPs, but if you send an ask for one of those I will write something for it!

Circle of Light improvements

To Make or Break a Knight / Let's Do Pacifist Crimes (origin story)

Drift Mini Deleted Scenes (series)

After exodus, before utopia

Wing's Fear of tight spaces

Divergence, a mentor's mentor

Deadlock's rescue aka how the fuck does Wing haul Deadlock's broke ass out of the slaver camp

Wing takes after Dai Atlas, no really lol

Reasons for Drift's spec/color changes in his first rebuild.

Wing has a revelation about his bad take on Drift's Decepticon motivations

Wing and Drift in a candy store (Finding Equilibrium sequel)

Wing's turn to reveal a painful past

Wing confronts Drift after sneaking out to meet Braid and Lockdown, except done right.

Wing 's confession

Drift and a Dying Wing, all the sads

Captain's Orders

Main fic Captain's Orders

That's a whole lot to take in

A double edged overload, Drift/Great Sword

Preparation, Dratchet

Hug Therapy

Just 2 bros pining and jerkin it together

Megs/Drift/Rodimus/Mags sandwich

Drift/Wing, nocturnal emissions

Other TF

Hotrod and Deadlock's Eggcellent Adventure

Megalock Eggcelent AU

Wingdratchrod

Dratchet aphro temperature play

Tarn/Drift

No Visitors

Misadventures in space

Dai Atlas/Wing/Axe Ovi

Wing and Axe, toys

Wing/Rush

The Brave Police Meet Wing

Quest for Mortality (retired)

Dragon Age

Vynca & Alistair

Anders/Cullen

Rowen/Anders - Childhood

Carver & Rowen - Goodbye

Rowen & Anders

Then there's a bunch of OC stuff from tabletop RPGs and online artist collabs that probably isn't of interest most people.

Now tagging @euphorbic , @zombified-queer , @dratchetismyjam , @eerian-sadow , @megaweapon , @makoredeyes , @theclockwitch If you've already done this, feel free to ignore or give us an update!

[kingclowsif]

Back to posting attacks from Artfight. Had a bit of fun with little comics. Can you tell which ones were drawn towards the end when I was getting tired?

Comic 1 Featuring: Dream (He/It) who belongs to RodimusPrimed Evran (He/Him) who belogns to @official-big-gay-fish

Comic 2 Featuring Mar (He/They/It/Xe/Ke) who is my OC Arzen (He/They) who belongs to @nyan-binary-moths

Comic 3 Featuring: @howlingcattitus 's fursona (They/She) My Fursona (He/They)

Comic 4 Featuring: Spoon (They/Spoon) who belongs to _ChocoSenpai_ on twitter

[magicrainbowkitties]

Is this a genre of fictional man now?

[IMAGE IDs:

Pic 1. Zevran from Dragon Age: Origins

Pic 2. Fenris from Dragon Age 2

Pic 3. Astarion from Baldur's Gate 3

END ID]

[icgaminglogs]

The Memoirs of James Hawke

Chapter 1 - The First Year

Our arrival in Kirkwall was about as pleasant as the trip over had been; in other words, not at all. Kirkwall was all but swimming in Fereldan refugees fleeing the Blight. The city was closed, with few if anyone actually getting inside. Mother had sent a letter ahead to our uncle Gamlen, so we had some hope that having family inside expecting our arrival would stand us in good stead in terms of getting inside the city.

Boy were we wrong.

Mother’s family, the Amells, were nobility, or so she’d told us. She’d eloped with our father as a girl and come to Ferelden, so all the twins and I knew of the Amells were the few stories Mother used to tell us. Her parents had been furious with her for running off with an apostate mage, but with Grandfather and Grandmother long since dead and Uncle Gamlen her only living family now I suppose she was hoping for at least a lukewarm welcome. When we met Uncle Gamlen, though, it became very apparent that what Mother had expected couldn’t be farther from reality.

Uncle Gamlen, it seemed, had fallen on extremely hard times. It was going to take a major bribe – or several – to get us into the city, and whatever estate the family had had he’d sold off to cover a gambling debt, of all things. No money, no title, no nobility; everything was gone. Still, he said, he had some contacts that were willing to help us get inside. For a price.

Which was us. Me and Bethany. He’d promised our services for a year in return for getting us inside the city. Sold us right into indentured servitude without batting an eye. Which also, conveniently enough for him, absolved him of yet more debt, I learned when I spoke with the two contacts he’d reached out to. One, Meeran, was the leader of a mercenary band called the Red Iron. I’ve nothing against mercenaries, as a rule, but I wasn’t about to bring my little sister into a life of bloodshed and killing; we’d seen more than enough of that just getting out of Ferelden.

The other, Athenril, was a smuggler. I never pictured myself as the thieving type, but she promised no killing and no slave trade. Good enough for me. Aveline wasn’t too pleased – Mother insisted, and Bethany and I agreed, that she was with us when it came to getting into Kirkwall – but she didn’t seem to mind playing the enforcer during the test Athenril set us; honestly I think she had fun intimidating the merchant who was cheating our fellow Fereldans out of what little they had left.

But we proved ourselves worthy and that got us into the city. Working with Athenril wasn’t so bad, and it did at least give us some small reputation amongst the denizens of Lowtown to start out with. Not much of one, sure, but every little bit helps. Uncle Gamlen’s home was small, but it was a roof, and we had food in our bellies; most of the refugees didn’t, so on the whole we did get lucky that it all worked out for us. After that first year, though, things got more complicated.

[voidandfyre]

So, the darkspawn

Shrieks = Elves

Hurlocks = Humans

Genlocks = Dwarves

Ogres = Qunari

Now if that is the case, then Dwarves are capable of magic only when their dna (?) Is mutated by this virus, the Blight. This could be supported by the fact that the Dwarven Warden gets Nightmares and gets thrown in the fade by Sloth!!

Or Dwarves USED to be capable of magic but something has prevented them from ever tapping into that. Maybe because they're near darkspawn all the time?? Because of centuries of being underground?? Something happened to that stopped dwarves from accessing the fade??

(That would explain Sandal and his ability to work enchantments so well. )

(I'm sure people have drawn these conclusions and/or it was stated in the game but since I was never given any information clearly by any source I am going to put what I have figured out here)