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GOT

Catelyn Stark

Cersei Lannister/Daenerys Targaryen

Jaime Lannister

Arya Stark

Sansa Stark

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paragonbowie replied to your post: paragonbowie replied to your post: :)O...

I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU OMGGG It’s going to be AMAZING!!!

i really hope i can get a pic with her

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paragonbowie replied to your post: :)

OMGGGGGGGGG THAT IS AWESOME

i know it’s literally so insane clarice i’m still trying to process it, like i just don’t even believe it yet?

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paragonbowie replied to your post:I kind of want a city elf apostate, but then I’m...

elf apostate who uses daggers so people won’t take her to the circle, but she could enchant daggers and put spells on it as well (like dragons dogma maybe?), I know we can’t do it on game but its a nice hc

This is a great hc. Mage-rogue hybrid classes are my favorite things ever and I WISH that it could be incorporated into dragon age’s class system. I like that idea, and I’ll headcanon this, but WHY CAN’T I PLAY A MAGICAL ROGUE

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thank you so much for that zevran goblin king art, it's awesome and made my day :D

Thanks! Zevran, Goblin King, makes everything better. 

[daggerslesbian]

zevran x warden 19

19. “Come home with me.”

The war was over. The Archdemon was dead upon the tower of Fort Drakon, her friends were alive, and a Theirin sat on the throne of Ferelden. She requested her boon as the Hero of Ferelden be freedom for the Circle of Magi, and her wish was granted.

All in all, it was the best ending she could have hoped for. So why did she feel as anxious about it as she did?

Aren Surana could go back to Kinloch Hold, this is true. The Circle was recovering and would need all the help it could get, especially from it’s mages. She could return to Denerim, stay with her cousin, even though they haven’t really known each other since early childhood.

But none of those options held any appeal to her, for she knew those were places her Crow could not truly follow.

“It is a glorious celebration after landing a terrific blow against the Blight, yet you stand here in a corner looking pensive.” Speak of the devil, the devil appears, she thought as Zevran came to her side, hand resting easily on her waist. “Something is the matter?”

“I don’t know where I’m going from here,” she sighed. “I have options, I suppose. Eamon’s been trying to talk me into staying as a royal adviser, but Alistair’s furious at me and I’m not interested in court politics. Kinloch Hold still stands, but I’m not good at teaching, and I don’t think Shianni needs me in Denerim right now.”

Zevran hummed. “I have a solution! Come home with me.”

She blinked. “What?”

“Come to Antiva with me, my dear Warden,” he turned her so they faced each other, excited as he spoke. “It is wonderful this time of year.”

“Aren’t you trying to stay hidden from the Crows? Won’t being in Antiva be like ringing a gong announcing your arrival?”

He laughed. “With you at my side, I doubt they are truly stupid enough to try and capture me. We are formidable, you know. Who would take on the woman who drove a sword into the skull of the Archdemon and her dashing assassin?” 

“You’d think that, but people still try to jump me in back alleys. I think it’s the ears.” 

“This is true. But the Crows are more political than that. So, what do you say? A grand adventure to Antiva City?”

Aren smiled, making herself comfortable under his arm as he wrapped it around her shoulders. “To Antiva City.” 

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32 josie x f!inquisitor

32. "I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified."

It was fairly often that Josephine fell asleep at the desk in her office, dying embers lighting the room just enough for anyone walking through to not run into any furniture. 

It was one such night that the Inquisitor herself was wandering the grounds of Skyhold, coming up to the ambassador’s office after adding a few new books to the lower-level library that had just been refurbished. She cherished the few moments Josephine did not work herself into a frenzy, when the Antivan relaxed around her and they could talk openly. She was hoping this would be one such night, as they had grown rather close.

The Inquisitor quietly opened the door to the office, and when she did not hear Josphine’s friendly greeting, her eyes drifted to the slumped figure at the desk, quill still in her fingertips. 

She smiled. Of course Josephine would fall asleep penning a letter, probably something telling the nobility that the Inquisition certainly was a force to be reckoned with, or perhaps another letter chastising Yvette for not attending some social function or another. 

The Inquisitor made sure to keep her hand with the fade mark facing away from Josephine’s face lest the soft light it always emanated wake her, and she pulled a blanket off the nearby couch, pausing just before she would have draped it across her shoulders.

Josephine’s hair had come out of the careful braid it was usually kept in, loose waves falling across her face where strands had come loose. Her expression was peaceful, not pinched with any worry or stress like it so often was during the daytime (and the Inquisitor felt guilty at often being the cause of said stress). 

Affection nearly overcame her. “I think I’m in love with you,” she whispered to herself, voice little more than a breath as not to wake Josephine, “and I’m terrified.

Her eyebrows creased for a moment, and the Inquisitor’s heart jumped into her throat. “Mm, yes?” she mumbled, voice sleep-laden. She blinked slowly, waking. “Oh my. Hello, Inquisitor.”

She swallowed, grateful for the dim light concealing the flush in her cheeks. “J-Josephine. I, uh. It’s late, you probably shouldn’t be asleep on a desk. They’re not comfortable.”

Josephine smiled up at her. “I thank you for waking me, Inquisitor. It has been a long night.” She stood, sliding the chair back in with grace (how is that even graceful? the Inquisitor noted). “I bid you goodnight, you should rest as well.”

“I should, I definitely should.” Maker’s breath, but she was gone for this woman. Words wouldn’t even come to her when they were alone sometimes. Before Josephine could leave the room, the Inquisitor hurriedly thrust the blanket out towards her. “It’s getting colder, you shouldn’t walk around without something warm.”

She took it, hand lingering on the Inquisitor’s just long enough to give it a soft squeeze. “Thank you, my lady. I hope your dreams are sweet to you.”

“And to you, Lady Montilyet.”

[dragonagefour]

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