#inquisimer

[thimblings]

'will you share your soul with me?'

my art i did for the incredible wonderful @inquisimer for the crow contracts - posted originally but then removed so i could make some changes to do mer's Marisol Cantori greater justice 🥰

so so so happy to finally have gotten to draw the other Marisol that i know of and cross these streams, and also to add to the Teia/Rook world ❤️❤️

[alienturnipp]

Siobhan Hawke in her Viscount outfit and Winter Palace outfit, for @inquisimer 💗

[juniper-and-dragonthorn]

go gently for the wip meme!

Thanks for the ask!! And from you as well @inquisimer <3

wip ask game is here

Go Gently is a davrook 5+1 for which the premise is five times they said goodbye and the one time it stuck (I know) but!! Hear me out!! Neither of them die so it’s less tragic than it could be! :D

When it comes to Leithe and Davrin, their through line is that one of them is always leaving and it remains true up to the end (but is it really the end?). It doesn’t help that Leithe thinks she’s cursed to always be left so she does it first a lot of the time rip

[vintersdrom]

art post again! this is Solona Amell, circle mage and another of @inquisimer's OCs from DA:O! it was a blast to work on this piece, thank you again for commissioning me :D

[shouldaspunastory]

for @inquisimer and @dadrunkwriting

Elgaris "Elegy" Ingellvar x Lucanis Dellamorte (SFW, feat. Bellara, pre-relationship, pining), words 697

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Lucanis’s eyes trail over the page as Bellara is busying herself with the evening’s meal, finding himself grateful for the low light and warmth of the fire to hide the soft flush that comes to his cheeks. His mind drifting and filling in details between the lines, drifting further and further away from the protagonist Bellara has crafted, to the beautiful and intriguing young Mourn Watcher who leads and somehow holds them all together. Bellara’s writing, despite the elf’s modesty and lack of confidence in their skill, was better than some of the cheap romance serials he managed to snag and pour over between jobs, but this one… Even Spite, whose participation usually consists of needling and teasing Lucanis over his reading selections, or else taking turns of phrase far too literally, is silent as they pour over the new passage. 

Meirda.

Lucanis’s heart stops. The idea of such devotion and love, expressed in such a way… Those lines alone deserve so much more than the simple, crumpled, scribbled piece of paper they’re written on. More than publication, even. Immortality. This is the kind of love people spend their whole lives dreaming of, searching for. The kind he’s dreamed of, but given up the idea of ever having for himself as a Crow and with the Venatori thrusting him and Spite together. Something about the passage feels… warm, soft, familiar, in a way the assassin can’t quite put his finger on.

“I- don’t remember this from the last draft,” Lucanis manages softly.

“Which bit,” the elf asks over their shoulder as they carefully finish plating.

Lucanis flushes a little again, grateful for the elf’s inattention as he swallows and carefully reads aloud the lines which have affected him. “Teach me the language of love as your heart speaks it, and I will forget every word I’ve ever read or spoken, and make yours my native tongue.”

“Ah, darn,” Bellara laughs shyly, shaking her head as she glances over his shoulder to the lines he’s pointing to. “Yeah, it’s wonderful isn’t it,” the elf sighs wistfully with a smile. “Wish I could take credit for that.”

“You didn’t-”

“That, um, that was my contribution,” Elgaris offers shyly. Lucanis whips around, a little alarmed he’s been so thoroughly distracted they’ve somehow managed to take them by surprise with their entrance, before he’s distracted all over again by the sight of them where they stand in the doorway, golden skin and blonde hair glowing in the firelight, the faint lines of their tattoos peeking out from beneath the collar of their shirt and sleeves, soft lavender eyes slowly lifting to meet his.

In that moment, there is no language left to forget. Suddenly Lucanis doesn’t have any words at all. He cannot be certain if he’s been silent and staring for a few seconds, or hours, or that he’s even remembering to draw breaths.

“You’re beautiful,” Lucanis says softly before his mind has entirely caught up with his mouth. “Your- your writing,” he stammers, fighting down the furious heat that threatens to overtake his face as Spite cackles in amusement. “Your writing is beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Elgaris smiles softly.

“You know, you should write something together,” Bellara interjects, unintentionally breaking the spell of whatever it is that hangs between the pair of them. “You two always come up with the best lines to add to the romance serials I’ve written. I think maybe I’m going to stick to the mystery/crime serials,” the elf says thoughtfully.

“Maybe Neve could share some more of her stories with you for inspiration,” Elgaris replies, with an amused sideways glance to Lucanis.

“Ooh, do you think,” Bellara asks, eyes lighting up, her interest in their resident detective probably the Lighthouse’s worst kept secret. “Yeah. I- I’m gonna ask her after dinner.” Elgaris smiles softly, crossing the room to briefly rest a hand on Lucanis’s shoulder and offering it a gently squeeze.

“Coffee,” they ask softly as Bellara babbles, brainstorming aloud about what sort of adventures she might write about next.

“Yes, please,” Lucanis replies, hopefully not as breathless as he feels, unable to help but to melt a little into his chair beneath their touch.

[lasatfat]

physical contact starters | fluff starters | @dadrunkwriting

@inquisimer sent in the prompt "you are very endearing when you're half-asleep" from the fluff starters, but I tried to save the ask as a draft and tumblr decided that meant it should disappear forever. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You Will Find Him Next to Me

The last thing Gideon remembers, he was resting against Dorian’s shoulder, and struggling to stay awake. It takes his sleep-addled mind a few moments to process the position in which he finds himself, and to realise that Dorian had frozen in the process of lowering him to the chaise. He lazily grips Dorian’s wrist.

“Don’t get up,” he mumbles. “I’ll miss having you next to me.”

Dorian laughs, softly, and presses a kiss to Gideon’s forehead. “As endearing as you are when half-asleep, amatus, I doubt you’d be quite so happy with me if you woke up with a sprain in your neck.”

As he talks, he doesn’t, in fact, lower Gideon to the chaise. Instead, he wraps one arm around Gideon’s back, slides the other under his knees, and lifts him up.

“I can walk,” Gideon protests.

“Of course you can,” Dorian replies, “but this is much more romantic, don’t you think?”

“As long as none of the rank and file think the Tevinter magister is spiriting me away to steal my soul,” Gideon mumbles in reply.

“I’m willing to risk it, if you are.”

[greypetrel]

Hug time! Pass this around and hug whoever you think is an amazing mutual 🫂💜

Aaaaaaah Mer, thank you!! ;_; Likewise!!

[juniper-and-dragonthorn]

hi hello Confessional for the wip ask game please 👀👀👀

Thanks for asking about thissss onnneee

Confessional is, likely surprising no one, Selcanis. The name is kind of a misdirect bc Sel is largely dancing around her conflicted feelings about getting married and dodging it and something from Lucanis comes to light instead. Mostly it just takes place in a really tight space, figuratively, where they’re attempting to communicate more and talk about the hard things. It’s both uncomfortable and doesn’t really go to plan, but also intimate and there’s some trust exchanged.

tl;dr it’s a really vulnerable piece over all that I’ve been pecking away at