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[daficswap]

@mureh’s entry for @phantomhive3108 of her Mila Hawke and Isabela

[cactu-art]

Hawke, mourning. 

For @daficswap, for my swap buddy @phantomhive3108!

Based off a scene from your fic Bloodied and Faded. With an extra version, too. I hope you like it! :D

[noctvrnis]

More than just fashionably late but here is my part for the Sci-Fi round of @daficswap. 

I had the pleasure of working with wonderful @phantomhive3108 and this is her lovely Inquisitor (or more like Commander ;D) Rhana Trevelyan in Shepard’s N7 armor! I hope you like it, dear. <3

[alantacousland]

For Zoé: 5. Describe their relationship with a character they are close to (who is not their LI). :)

Ooooh thank you! <3 This is a difficult one, because she has actuallyreally close with all her companions and advisors. But I’m going tochoose Dorian because he is Zoé’s closest friend! It’s kind of long, under the cut!

It actually ‘clicked’ immediately between Zoé and Dorian, that’swhy they quickly became really close friends. Or should I say Do and Zo?Those are the nicknames they gave eachother. But sometimes they switch to D andZ.

Wherever she travels, Dorian goes with her - she rarely leaves Dorian outof her party. And if he doesn’t travel with her, they write eachother lettersevery week. Dorian also always sends a bottle of Zoé’s favorite rose-scentedsoap along with his letters, because he knows how quickly she finishes a soapbar when travelling.

Dorian literally knows everything about Zoé, and vice versa. Her favoritecolor, favorite food, her hobbies, her life before the Conclave, her good sidesand her bad sides – and so on. He knows things about her not even Cullen knows.A lot of times they have the exact same thoughts on something, and they alwaysexchange a certain look when that happens. ‘’Are you thinking what I’m thinking,Z?’’ ‘’Yes I certainly am, D!’’ No one else really understands this, just likemost of their inside jokes.

When they’re not saving the world, they like to spend a lot of timetogether, doing fun activities or just talking for hours about everything thatcomes to mind. Reading books together or to eachother is something they do a lot(mostly followed by an endless discussion about the book itself). They also enjoyplaying chess, gossiping about the people at Skyhold, dancing to good musictogether, drinking at the tavern and the list goes on. Occasionally they visitVal Royeaux to buy new clothes, just because Dorian has such a great sense offashion and they love shopping together (sometimes it takes days before they’re finally done). But most of the time they just spend time around eachother, sometimesthey do things together, and sometimes they just do their own thing whileenjoying eachothers company/presence.

Dorian is also the person who’s always there for her when she’s having ahard time, and vice versa. If Zoé has a problem, needs advice, or just wantssomeone to cheer her up; she goes to Dorian. Because he always listens to her,gives really good advice and always manages to make her smile. They alwayssupport eachother, and honestly they would walk through fire for eachother.

I could go on about their relationship for ages, and there is so much moreto their friendship than this, but I already wrote waaay to much. So there youhave it, Zoé and Dorian! <3

[jessicapendragon]

The Break and the Burn

My daficswap entry for phantomhive3108 featuring their Inquisitor, Rhana Trevelyan. I liked the idea behind how she got sent to the Circle so I hope you don’t mind that I tried my hand at it after all. The real story of it can be found in Bloodied and Faded. I made Jadon a real loser, because he sounds like a real loser lol. 

She can taste smoke in the back of her throat.

The embers of her power always simmering now threaten to spark. She tries to outpace the rising anger and her step-brother, but they both follow her into the vacant tower. Faded white sheets cover the meager trappings that remain and her heavy feet kick up dust long undisturbed.

Jadon’s hand clamps down around her wrist, jerks her back to look upon his reddened face. “I was talking to you!”

“And I am choosing to no longer listen,” she replies and yanks away from his grasp.

“You’ll treat me different when I am the master of this house.”

Rhana crosses her arms. “I’ll be dead before I ever kiss your boots, Jadon.”

His expression shifts with an ugly smirk. Rhana tilts her chin back in defiance even as her feet retreat. “Maybe that could be arranged. I hear hunting accidents happen all the time in Orlais.”

The thought has been looming in the back of her mind for some time now. Her step-mother’s methods have always been dramatic, but as of late there’s been a new subtlety to the wicked words and barbed stares, as if this might be the calm before a terrible storm.

Her back bumps into a covered desk and panic seizes her as Jadon advances. “And who would miss you? The brother that abandoned you? Your mother too weak to survive childbirth? It’s a good thing she doesn’t know just how pathetic you’ve become.”

“Stop.” She can feel the power pulsing stronger, her fingers starting to tingle. Rhana tries to calm herself with deep breaths, but they rush in and out, fanning the flames of her fear and fury.

“And your father. He’d sell you to the highest bidder if it was best. Do you even think he’d miss you if you were gone? You’re nothing but a tool.” Jadon laughs, voice dark, hand rising to touch her. “Maybe he’d even sell you to me.”

“I said stop!” She pushes him away, hard, and fire ignites around her palms.

Jadon tumbles down to the floor and stares at her hands in shock. “You’re…you’re a mage!”

Rhana tries to reign it in, but it’s too late. It’s all too late. For years, years, she has kept her magic a secret and it is all in vain in this moment. The thought does nothing to calm her and the flames grow larger, brighter. She doesn’t know how to control the racing of her heart, the pools of mana overflowing and threatening to break through every barrier. She can’t hold on to this inferno.

She crashes to her knees, eyes locking with his. “Go! Jadon, get out of here!”

He startles, pushing back on the heels of his hands and kicking away from her before finding his feet and fleeing the room.

A deadly flower of fire blooms and consumes the air around her. Petals reach out to lick the furniture and tapestries to devour them with greedy touches. The blaze roars in her ears, demanding, unflinching, as if it is angry for all the years she thought to keep it locked away. The power uses her veins like fuses until it reaches her heart and ignites.

There is a strange bliss in the pain, a feeling of release and rightness. There is no taking this back, but perhaps it’s for the best. If she stays here any longer, her twisted family might rip her apart. Perhaps her only freedom is in letting go.

A scream sunders her throat as magic explodes from her every inch of her. The tower groans around her, buckles beneath her feet. There is nothing but the break unleashing a power years trapped, the endless, beautiful burn of fire destroying everything and remaking her. She burns and burns until darkness is all that is left.

The next day the templars come for her. Rhana turns in the saddle to look at her home. Her father stands in the archway of the gate, but her eyes drift to the place the tower one stood. It is but rubble, great slabs broken and smoldering still from her magic. It will never be the same. Nothing will ever be the same. 

She does not look back again.

[daficswap]

When are you going to re-open submissionnnnnnssssss????? I wanna I wanna I wanna!!! Sorry... Mild over-enthusiasm over here...

hehe :D sooooon

I could use a few more votes for the next round (um I have 2 right now and that’s sad) and then I think I’ll open up submissions starting this weekend or possibly Monday.