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[serphena]

These were her favourite, haven’t seen these in such a long time. They... smell just like mother used to.

for @dragonageden‘s theme week 8 - with ‘a gift’ as one of the prompts!

[roseategales]

solas + tarot cards. | created for @dragonageden‘s weekly theme challenge.

[m-m-m-myysurana]

Neria and Zev eloping in Antiva for the @dragonageden theme week prompt “marriage.” I went wayy over the top with this one and I regret nothing. Shout out to @lesbianarcana for helping me with figuring out how tf one draws legs and giving me heaps of photoshop tips!!

[serbarris]

A portrait of Inquisitor Vaimah Glwrin. c.9:42 Dragon

[oediex]

For Theme Week 13 of @dragonageden I present to you, for the creative prompt "Flower/plant symbolism" - a Lavellan in love, a sad Lavellan, and yet again, a Lavellan in love.

It came out in second person; I don’t know why.

For MJ! (I promise, there’s more.)

Elfroot

At five summers old, you like the light blue flowers near the cave up the hill. They look like delicate drinking cups. You think they might break if you touch them and dream of dainty faeries in flowing white dresses dancing across their edges. Until your sister unkindly shatters your childish fantasy with a laugh and a roll of her eyes. A few weeks later, your clan moves on.

Solas brings you elfroot. Most consider the plant unremarkable. Humble and bland on the surface, but you know about the bitter surprise hidden underneath. He rubs its juices on the gash on your arm, courtesy of a Red Templar blade, and seals your cry of pain with a kiss. At night, his passionate hands paint landscapes on your heated skin.

When Corypheus is defeated, you pick up black lotus the next time you’re on the Coast. Its bleakness appeals to you. A perfect companion to the searing pain that burns a blunt path across your heart as you lie in bed at Skyhold, tear-streaked face and cramped fists, alone, until the agonising ache wanes ever so slightly and exhaustion takes you.

After Cullen kisses you for the first time, you find a bouquet of wild flowers on your desk, tied together haphazardly with a ripped piece of cloth, and a book, cracked spine and crumpled pages, on the language of flowers. With warm cheeks, you read a message of loveliness, admiration and devotion. Sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, Cullen admits to enlisting Cassandra’s help, the book a part of her meagre possessions, but now yours.

As the months pass, the unruly butterflies in your stomach grow in number with each delivery. The pressed petals of forget-me-nots between the pages of his letters while you’re on the road. The single red tulip on your pillow after your first night together. And finally, on the eve of the Exalted Council, atop the table at the centre of your shared room in the Winter Palace, a vase, brimming with dusty, pink roses in a bed of yarrow and the tiny, white, powdery flowers of baby’s breath.

[cilant-lis]

The Living Legend

post-trespasser taremis reflecting on his choices

late entry to @dragonageden week 5 - an in-universe piece of art

[veiljumpernyssa]

My gift to @the-gay-wardens  for the Dragon Age Den gift exchange! A lil portrait of their son boy 💖

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[visja]

My gift for @lootusemilia in the @dragonageden gift exchange! I had so much fun painting these two :]