#lavallen

[kaiju-kin]

YIPPPPEEEEEEEEE

[sys-garden]

so like all new faded for her is like kinda a reference to the death of mythal because solas had a buddy and then other people used her for power and ultimately killed her and solas got mad liek all arrrg

[north-peach]

Fell down the DA:I rabbit hole again.

y'all won't see me again until that damn egg breaks my heart and then leaves all mysterious like, the bastard

[heraldofthenug]

Here Lies The Abyss.

[snazum]

Decided to start making personal outfit designs for my inquisitors and wardens, so first in the series will be Saedis! I hate the staff but oh well.

[greenteabtch]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

HELLO FOLLOWERS and sweet sweet people of the dragon age fandom <3

Chapter 2 of The Streets Don’t Rest in Denerim (a MODERN THEDAS and DETECTIVE AU) is UP featuring yearning and coffee, which are the two things I have subsisted on for my 20 years of life.

Chapter Summary: Cullen takes a break from work at his favorite haunt. At The Circle Cafe, he attempts a crossword puzzle, tries to confide in a friend, and drinks ONE (1) black coffee.

I realize I have to entice you so here is a small snippet:

“Lady Lavellan,” he mumbled, her ears perking at the mention. “I must ask that you keep myself and Alistair’s involvement in the matter quiet. It would be a matter of safety for everyone involved.”

Hearing his formal tone, Elayna seemed to hesitate, at least for the tiniest fraction of a second. It wasn’t long, however, till a small smile graced her face. A nod was sent his way, her ponytail bobbing behind her as she lifted up off of the counter.

“You have my word, Cullen.”

No sooner had those words left her lips when a customer approached the counter. The two exchanged awkward half-grins, Elayna tightening her dark green apron at the waist and turning to greet the customer.

As he sat, warmth entered his skin and began to seep into his bones in-vein like tendrils, pooling at the center of his chest. That was the first time she had used his first name, the realization tumbling over him like a crashing waterfall. She had spoken it like it was a secret promise between childhood crushes, her dalish tongue lingering around the ‘“l’s”. Golden and pink at the same time, the seemingly insignificant show of intimacy bubbled about inside his chest. His teeth shone under the smile he couldn’t beat off his face if he tried.

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ok if you still don’t like that there’s murder so that counts for something ;) 

[somosriverplate]

[sonixaly]

I got a copy of the game for ps4 in sale so I made a new inquisitor and honestly he's my most attractive inquisitor ever??? I love him.