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[decimdraws]

Happy birthday @kemvee !! Hope you have a good one!

[legend-markzine]

Mods spotlight!

It's time to introduce the brilliant Kemvee. Planning master and lover of spreadsheets.

[jentrevellan]

Happy Birthday @kemvee !! 🎉💖

[isk4649]

Happy birthday, @kemvee!!! You are a great artist who’s been a true friend to me.

Above is her art of Tharin Trevelyan, my OC. I did a keyboard smash the first time I saw it!!!

[tessa1972]

Endless thanks to our beloved @kemvee ❣

And also thanks to all the lovely souls for helping and sending a little "smile" 🤗

[agentkatie]

In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice which caaaaalls to me And speaks “there’s a shield in your hand block with it”

The lovely @kemvee was so kind as to send a holiday gift to @effelants and me combining our two greatest passions/problematic faves 😍 Encorporating Erik’s dramatic flair into Cullen’s character would have definitely improved the games (please picture Cullen screeching “NOW LET IT BE WAR UPON YOU ALL” as he fires his trebuchets), although he may have bankrupted the Inquisition through flagrant destruction of chandeliers.

Thank you so much and happy holidays!! <333

[charlatron]

Nothing to see here, just doing my not girlfriend against a wall.

@kemvee the holiday elf is spreading so much seasonal cheer right now. Thank you so much for this gift that I will treasure forever!

...though I think we all know the real gift is you ♥︎

[bigfan-fanfic]

The Dragon’s Tutor: A Lesson

@kemvee I hope you like it!

Tash didn’t know why he was so surprised that Amie looked different without her wig. In hindsight, it was perfectly obvious. But seeing Amie sporting a simple loose brown braid of hair and wearing a similarly modest white shirt and grey tweed skirt, cinched at the waist and impeccably tailored to her, of course, but still, compared to her regular attire - simple; and not to mention so much less makeup... it was surprising.

Their lessons had been progressing steadily, and Amie was pleased though altogether unsurprised that Madame de Fer’s evaluation of Tash’s academic prowess was quite accurate. The boy was a quick-study, and already had been well-taught. She was far more pleased that he actually seemed to enjoy the lessons - apart from geography, which Tash seemed to find particularly challenging. 

“Amie?” Tash asked suddenly, as Amie had begun putting away her materials for teaching him rudimentary Elvhen - seeing how much he enjoyed hearing Dalish legends, she suggested teaching him the little she knew of the language, and Tash had taken to it like fire to a dry field.

Amie’s braid fell over her shoulder as she glanced towards Tash. “Yes, Tash?” (since Tash had insisted on his own title being dropped, she had extended the same courtesy to him)

“What exactly is a Courtesan? From what Josie told me, I figured it was sort of like a concierge, but I don’t think I have the full story there.”

Amie nodded. “My duties are not dissimilar to that of Lady Montilyet when she receives Skyhold’s guests. The Inquisition needs gold, as does any organization. I ensure that we have a greater influx of gold from nobility in order to care for the soldiers, servants, and refugees.”

Tash tilted his head. “Yes, but... how, exactly, do you do that? I’ve seen the men at the parties come up to you and whisper. It seems more like a ritual than anything else.”

“You are observant indeed.” Amie chuckled. “Let me see. I am certain you know of, ahem, the nugs and bees, to use the common phrase?”

Tash’s eyes widened. “Yes... more than I wanted to be, in fact. Varric and the Iron Bull got drunk and forgot that I had told them Shokrakar made sure I knew what they were... at least I heard some new euphemisms. At least I hope they were euphemisms.”

Amie practically snorted with sudden laughter, but mastered herself. “These men approach me and entreat me for my favor.”

“Oh. Ohhhhhhh.” Tash nodded. “Okay, that makes a lot more sense.”

Amie inclined her head. “It is an ancient ritual, and those in my guild are respected and protected. Everything is consensual, and should someone breach the terms of tradition, noble courts all of Thedas over would be honor-bound to... punish them. Severely.”

“Did I hear someone talking of punishment? I hope I haven’t done anything too deserving of admonition, Lady Amie!” a voice chuckled from the doorway. Amie turned her head to see Lord Benezio Cousland, Tash’s former tutor, his customary rakish smirk across his features. An elf with bronze skin and blonde hair stood behind him, smiling.

Amie gave him a teasing grin. “You would know the details far better than I, Lord Cousland. Whom do I have the honor of meeting?”

“My husband, Ser Zevran Cousland.” Benny replied. He stepped in to allow Zevran to enter the room and slide onto a table in front of Tash.

“Ah, greetings, cielito. Did you miss me?” Zevran chuckled. (”Little Sky,” Amie translated in her head.)

Tash grinned. “Yes! Where did you go this time? Or - can you tell me?”

“Afraid not. At least, not in present company, I am afraid.”

“I assure you, ser, I am the soul of discretion.” Amie teased. “It is necessary in my profession.”

Zevran’s eyes flickered for a moment with confusion before alighting with realization. “You must be the famous Amie. Benny tells me he has left Tash in your most capable hands, Lady Courtesan.” He offered his hand and she slipped hers into it, allowing him to kiss it.

“I did not know Lord Cousland had such faith in my abilities.” Amie said softly.

“I am at your service, Lady Amie. I think you’re doing an admirable job teaching, and I fail to see what I could do, but just know that I am always available to assist you if possible.”

“As am I. I may not be a Crow anymore, but I am at your service.”

Amie bowed. “I thank you, my lords.”

“Please. Benny.” he smirked. “And Zevran. No need to stand on ceremony - we do it so little.”

Amie giggled at that.