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[thimblings]

two crows on a boat, terrorizing rialto bay

@handsignals sent me an ask for the oc outfit ask meme - what marisol would wear on a hot day - and of COURSE i had to draw her and Mouse's wonderufl Giovanna de Riva on Gigi's boat ;)

(i was planning on making this a fun little fake insta post from Illario but ran out of steam re: faking instagram layout lmaooo)

[commander-krios]

A Moment’s Respite

Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard Pairing: Rook Ingellvar/Davrin Rating: General Summary: After months of seemingly endless battles against the Evanuris, Nona Ingellvar finally gets a moment to breathe. Words: 1323 Additional Tags: Gift Fic, Rook Ingellvar, Bugs, Arlathan, Established Relationship, Fluff, Love/Friendship

Happy birthday @handsignals! I wanted to make you something cute so here is some Nona and Davrin for you! I hope you have a wonderful day.

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Nugs were cute. Truly, she didn’t have anything against them. Their beady little eyes even reminded her a bit of her favorite beetles back home in the Necropolis, their little whiskers like antennae in their own way. She even liked the noises they made, squeaks that sounded like door hinges that needed oiling. Even Assan found them curious, tracking their scent occasionally, at times ignoring the truffles he coveted for a sniff.

Humming under her breath, Nona Ingellvar shifted the plants at the base of an ancient Fen’harel statue, watching as the tiny black beetles scattered at the movement. She plucked one before it scurried away, letting it crawl across her skin, it’s carapace cool as she brushed a finger across its back.

“You’re safe, buddy.” She whispered as it continued to walk up the length of her arm, and her gaze followed it as it stopped, its weight barely a bother as it sat there. It watched her in silence, and she smiled at it, her humming turning into the softs notes of a song she used to hear back in the Necropolis. An old tune that was a favorite of Vorgoth’s, though they rarely sung much anymore.

She heard a shift in the rocks behind her over the rush of the stream a few yards away, but she didn’t sense the dead as she’d had before, when they first traveled to this place. No, she knew whose presence lingered behind her before he even spoke.

“Why am I not surprised to find you here?”

Hiding the grin she felt coming on, Nona glanced over her shoulder at the bulky man standing there, hands on his hips, a smirk playing on his own lips. “At least I’m getting some sun.”

A laugh burst from his chest, sudden and unexpected, and Nona swore butterflies were released into her stomach at the sound. “Well, I never thought I’d see the day.”

Davrin’s eyes were warm. Not quite like the sun, but in a more subtle way. Like a bowl of soup warming you from the inside out, or the richness of a cup of coffee on your tongue. He made her feel emotions she’d never really felt before. Made her feel seen, appreciated, loved. And she hoped she made him feel the same.

He settled beside her in the dirt, free of his shield and sword (and dressed a little more casual than normal), crossing his legs into a comfortable position. Assan squawked in the distance, probably getting into trouble no doubt, yet Davrin seemed more relaxed than he had in weeks. Maybe it was because the griffons were finally safe. Perhaps it was because they had a path forward.

Or maybe it was because of her.

Nona turned back to the beetle, finding it had turned to crawl down her arm and into the palm of her hand. 

“Is this how you spent your days in the Necropolis?” Davrin shifted slightly, his arm brushing against hers, and she stilled at the sudden touch and tried to remember to breathe. There were many things about Davrin that Nona loved, but the singular thing above all else she adored about him was his heart. There was an infinite well of kindness within him, though he always tried to hide it behind the Grey Warden persona.

“Sometimes. My job was… different from the other Mourn Watchers.” Nona wasn’t sure how much Davrin understood about the Mortalitasi and Nevarra, but she didn’t want to bore him if he wasn’t interested in the finer details. So instead of diving into a nerdy rant, she tilted her head towards him, a small grin crossing her face. “But bugs… they’re definitely an… interest. Hobby?” 

Holding her hand out to him, she watched as his eyes widened slightly, taking in the sight of the beetle as it moved around her palm again.

“Am I going to have to woo you with bugs instead of flowers, Nona?”

This time, she was the one to laugh. As tempting as that was, she figured he might not appreciate rooting around in the dirt to find her favorites. “No, Davrin. I think flowers would be more than enough. But you don’t have to do either.” Leaning forward, she pressed the softest of kisses against his cheek. “I’m happy enough just being here with you. Consider me wooed.”

Nona heard more than saw Davrin inhale deeply, and he turned at the same moment she moved to sit, a hand brushing against her jaw briefly before he tugged one of her braids playfully. “Is that so? Sounds like you’re getting a bit mushy, Ingellvar.”

“What can I say? You bring it out in me.” She bumped his shoulder with hers, waiting to see how he’d react. At first, he watched her with that soft expression he sometimes got: the quiet smile, the gentle eyes, his entire face relaxing as if he couldn’t quite believe his luck.

Then he reached into the pouch at his belt, retrieving a bundle of tiny flowers. There was a slight resemblance to lace, the small buds a brilliant shade of white that was absolutely gorgeous. They were bunched together along the stem, a pretty pattern that she loved.

“What’s that?” She asked as he spun the stem between his fingers, and she realized he was nervous. The leaves were similar to a fern’s, though it was clearly a different type of plant. “We don’t have flowers like that in Nevarra.”

“I don’t know what its medicinal name is, but my clan used to call it laceflower.” Davrin placed it into her open palm, gently and slightly away from where the beetle roamed. The scent of honey mixing with a more herbal scent tickled her nose. The flower. “I’m sure Emmrich probably knows more about it than I do. Or even Bellara. I just…” He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes glancing at the statue towering over them. “It reminded me of you.”

Nona felt her cheeks heat, and she glanced at the pretty flower in her hand. The beetle had taken to climbing onto the stem, the scent luring it closer. She set the flower on the ground beside the Fen’harel statue, watching as the beetle continued its trek, slowly traversing the mountain of petals. Then she slipped her free hand into Davrin’s, shocking him only for a second before he linked his fingers with her, the warmth of his skin a balm to her sudden nerves.

“Thank you, Davrin. I’m glad you’re here.” 

Davrin pressed a kiss against the inside of her wrist, that cocky grin she loved so much curling his lips. Before a word could be uttered from his mouth, a squawk interrupted them, Assan descending like a falcon claiming its meal. He shoved himself between them, knocking Davrin over before jumping away, dancing against the rocks and singing a song of his own.

Nona laughed, covering her mouth when Davrin glanced at her, eyes wide but unable to hide his own amusement at the griffon’s antics.

“I feel like I’m being ganged up on.”

She shook her head, trying to stop the next laugh. But she failed and it came out as a choked giggle. Before she could stop him, Davrin reached out to wrap a hand around her wrist, pulling her closer. She landed against his chest with an oomph, the air expelling from her lungs at the landing. His hands settled on her hips and she glanced up into warm brown eyes, finding nothing but affection, adoration. Love.

A sensation of peace filled her and she closed the last of the distance between them, her lips finding his, knowing without a doubt, he’d be by her side until the end. And maybe, when Solas and Elgar’nan were gone, and Thedas finally found safety and peace, they’d find their own as well.

As long as she had Davrin, she had everything and that was enough.

[waxlyricalmoon]

pi help i am crying with laughter over the description of tofana sugar-gliding disastrously across the crow paths of treviso

(For context, the post in question is here and it is one of the funniest things I've read in the past two weeks, and everyone's takes on why their Rook is struggling are so good)

I fear I can be no help, I'm in tears too. Can you imagine?? The poor companions hahaha.

You know when a toddler rounds a corner too quickly and everyone sort of freezes? I think the lighthouse crew has that about Tof. Everyone just kinda pauses and holds their breath while Tofana hithers and thithers, plotting a trajectory. Calculations complete, they take a running leap, the wind whipping through their hair and their cape fluttering behind them.

It's majestic, until it isn't.

They bodyslam right into the brick, their cape flapping unceremoniously over their head. Horrified, the guardians of the veil watch their fearless leader scrabble about, legs out. Tiles fall. Panic abounds. A series of synchronised summersaults later and they're close enough to help but Tofana bats them away and manages to drag themself up to safety. The process begins anew.

They oof from building to building like this. maybe they become a story that Trevisan parents use to get their kids to behave. The Shinglewing

[justskipit]

Worm on a String Picrew

I really don't like Picrews all that much (so, yeas, that the reason I didn't do things I got tagged in), but worms are freaking fantastic! Thanks for the tag @handsignals

Here's the link for you (Make yours here): @natsora @ohimjustabard @crackedskel @mythals-whore @neves-trouble @rooks-dagger @bronzieinthedas (if you haven't done them yet ofc) and YOU if you really want to do it!

Asha Laidir:

Summer Thorne:

[oddthesungod]

I just wanted to say that I absolutely LOVE the way you draw blushes on cheeks, it’s so charming! ♥️

HEEHEE thank you!!! It’s a tiny little thing I’ve started adding to my drawings that makes me smile and I’m glad other ppl like it!!! 💖💖💖

[dmonfoxfire]

tiger by the tail

in honour of my kxi fic getting a rewrite (with an additional 4k words, damn) i wanted to share it

tiger by the tail

Illario knew, intellectually, that Kieran was a dangerous man to take an interest in. Beloved as the younger man was of some very dangerous people, who wouldn't care about the Dellamorte name like others might. Family who wouldn't hesitate to come after him over hurt feelings. He knew that Kieran wasn't someone to trifle with it, but he was too hungry and fascinated to listen to his better instincts. It was unfortunate that Kieran seemed entirely resistant to his usual charms.

includes: nsfw, transmasc Kieran, female terms for Kieran's body

[jonjmurakami]

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[catswilleatyou]

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