#maraas

[illusivesoul]

"My sword means nothing. I will sell it, and myself as mercenary. Qunari would say I am worse" - Maraas

[melnathea]

More of their little gay antics

[hollyand-writes]

Demands Of The Qun Exchange initial recs (i.e. my gifts!)

I honestly received so many great Qunari gifts (4 gifts!!! 😍 I feel so loved, thanks guys!) from the inaugural @demands-of-the-qun​ exchange that I was the embodiment of this gif when work reveals happened and I got to see them: 

(Happy Arishok gif courtesy of bampire on DeviantArt.) 

I, too, felt like I’d just received the long-awaited and much-treasured Tome of Koslun 😂  So I am about to recommend my four (currently still anonymous) gifts here! 🥰 

Stand by you (Rated General, F!Adaar/Josephine, fanart): 

This beautiful artwork features a Female Qunari Inquisitor, Kida Adaar, having a quiet tender moment with Josephine Montilyet in the War Room before returning to their duties. I worked out who drew this one and won’t name them (creator reveals are on Monday anyway, so you’ll all find out then), but I really want to thank them for this very sweet drawing of the one DA:I pairing I ship! 

The following fics are all EXPLICIT and therefore being put under the cut. Please mind the tags and warnings. 

I also received the following 3 smut-fics: 

Dangerous Things (Merrill/Maraas, Rated E, 1,800 words): 

Summary: Left on her own in Kirkwall for years after betraying Hawke in the Fade, Merrill has come to rely on a mercenary with curiously reasonable rates. Now that the two have fought a demon and her clan to find a way to fix the eluvian, it seems even he is having second thoughts about her. 

All for a Friend (Arishok/Merrill, Rated E, 2,351 words): 

Summary: Merrill approaches the Arishok with an offer he can't refuse: her sexy services for a year in exchange for destroying Isabela’s former employers. She's starting to wonder if she got the better end of the deal. 

Also features voyeurism (from the rest of the Qunari in the Compound), and the use of a wooden phallus. 

A horny predicament (Arishok/Merrill/Qunari, Rated E, 4,069 words): 

PLEASE MIND THE TAGS AND WARNINGS ON THIS ONE. See below. 

Summary: Merrill gets lost one night in Kirkwall, finding herself in the Qunari Compound. Little did she know that they’ve waited for someone that can take the tension out of the Arishok’s men... and the Arishok himself. 

Tags/warnings on this fic as follows: 

[saphylee]

I kinda thing Maraas and Sylathi would get along, largely because their personalities compliment each other quite a bit! Maraas is pretty chill and has a habit of standing up for people who seem like they need a hand without making it obvious that he's doing it. He's a loyal, encouraging guy, if a bit on the lazy-side. Plus he is so used to hanging around jaded mercenaries that someone like Sylathi would be a breath of fresh air!

8/10!

Sylathi would be wary of him at first because he’s a Qunari. She wouldn’t, by any means, go out of her way to be rude to him or make him feel unwelcome. She’s just had very minimal interaction with Qunari in general (she’s not a fan of The Iron Bull) and Maraas’ size would intimidate her quite a bit.

After first impressions, I do see her warming up to him, especially because of his calm nature and easy going smile. I can see them unwinding after a long day and just talk to each other, talking through personal problems and offer unique perspectives that they may not get otherwise: hers being brighter and more optimistic and his encouraging and reassuring that not everything is as complicated as she makes it to be.He also has long gorgeous hair. As long as Sylathi can braid flowers through it, I think their friendship will flourish. ;)

[arisennova]

I adore games with character creation, I need more to play

[bastionkeeper]

I love my new murder baby so much

[thereluctantinquisitor]

Which of your characters like leaving marks (bites/scratches/hickies) and which like being marked up?

Hmm, a good question nonny!Varlen likes a bit of both, but prefers when they are things like hickies as opposed to scratching and biting. There are times when he has left scratch marks on Dorian’s back, but those were largely unintentional...

Anacrea isn’t really one to leave marks, but doesn’t mind getting some. Nips and bites and hickies are fine, so long as they are not clearly visible once clothed. She does not have the time or the patience to explain them to the curious.Hanin likes getting them, but not leaving them. If his lover gets so into it that they scratch up his back or bite down on his shoulder in the middle of things, it doesn’t bother him in the least. If anything, it just means he is doing something right.Delton likes marks. On himself, mostly. He considers them a reminder of a good time, which is really the best reason to have a mark, right? Bull’s normally pretty careful, but sometimes he ends up with a bit of bruising or rope-burn, and he doesn’t mind in the least. Maraas has no strong feelings either way. He won’t make an effort to leave any marks unless his partner wants something in particular, otherwise he just goes about his business. The business of looooove~

[didyougavemepaperandink]

A first meeting

Some Dragon Age OC stuff

Athras - spirit healer (leaning), male dalish elf Maraas - force mage, male qunari

He could have imagined a better greeting instead of standing here now, his back against a rock and the end of a staff pressing against his chest. He didn’t think he would get attacked like this, here in the forest, and it took a moment before his gaze wandered from the tip against his clothes following the staff and finally looking at the qunari who held it in his hands. He had been unusually calm but when he saw the qunari he couldn’t believe his eyes.

“A qunari mage?” he asked out loud, surprised. He had heard that there were some but he didn’t think he would see one in his life. Instead of an answer he got a punch with the staff. He grunted. That hurt more than he thought it would.

“Are you one of them?” the qunari asked, looking down on him. He hated it. Not only didn’t he understood who that man was speaking of, he was angry at himself for not bringing any kind of weapon with him. Issala even told him to not leave his staff behind. Now he was looked down upon without being able to defend himself at least a little bit. He didn’t say anything but glared at the qunari which made the other one impatient.

He grabbed Athras and pulled him a few steps until he was able to see the corpses on the ground.

"If you don't tell me what you know you end up like them," he was threatened and he had to surpress the urge to flinch when the qunari bent down and just a few inches seperated their faces. He saw the look in the others eyes and knew he was being dead serious.

"I don't know anything," he tried to talk himself out of this. "If I were one of them I would have a weapon on me, right?" He felt relief when the qunari suddenly let go of him again but that didn't last ling because a moment later he was searched for weapons.

It took a while until the qunari was convinced that Athras wasn't one of them and the elf had to admit that he didn't think he would get out of there alive. He never had to flee from other mages before and if he looked at the corpses that qunari knew some spells that would have at least seriously hurt him before he got away. He was now sitting beside the qunari, who's name was Maraas as he found out later and looked at his wounds. Maraas didn't want to eat the herbs he wanted to give him and he knew that the others would definitely not be happy to hear that he used some Mana when they all know the streets aren't save and he should save as much as possible. He slightly touched the qunaris arm and grabbed it after Maraas wanted to get away with a curse leaving his mouth.

"Hold still, I'm just healing that wound," Athras told him, sounding a little angry. Just because that hornhead didn't let him use the herbs he had resort to this treatment.

"You're a mage too," Maraas said, surprised, while he looked at the disappearing wound. "But…"

"I am. I didn't say anything because it wasn't relevant. I'm more of a healer than a fighter anyway. If I had tried to fight my way out I would've ended up like those guys over there," he told the qunari and nodded in the direction of where the bodies lay. "And if I have to admit, I probably wouldn't even have been able to get a serious wound like the one I just healed on you. So I rather spared myself from fighting a useless fight."

It was even later when Athras found out who those men were. He decided to help Maraas to search through their clothes and the qunari let him but wouldn't tell him why he would do that.

"If you find something just hand it over," he had been told. He found a letter and was about to read the name of the person it was adressed to when Maraas saw that he had something and took it from him. Athras had enough time to recognize a little seal he had seen before.

"The green gate," he mumbled, loud enough to startle Maraas.

"What did you just say?" he was asked but he shook his head.

"Nothing, I was just thinking loud."

"What do you know about them. I thought you aren't one of them," Maraas said, grabbing Athras arm. It was a firm grip, enough to let Athras know that he wouln't get away now. And he decided to tell what he knew.

"As you see I don't know much," he said after finishing his story. "But now I want to know why you were so eager for that information." Maraas stared at Athras but the elf knew that game. He just stared back.

"I was hired to stop as much of their members as possible," the qunari finally told him, finally shoving the letter into one of his pockets.

"Then I want to know what you know about them too. I already shared what I know."

"Which wasn't much," Maraas stated but eventually gave in and disclosed a part of what he knew.