#post-awakening

[turiyatitta]

The Collapse of Illusion

Navigating the Aftermath of Awakening Reality fractures in a single instant, revealing itself as something altogether ungraspable. The moment of absolute recognition—the unfiltered, direct encounter with Truth—tears through the mind like a bolt of cosmic lightning, leaving no belief unshaken, no identity intact. The self, as it was once understood, dissolves into the vastness, leaving behind…

The Collapse of Illusion

[mxanigel]

Before the Deal

The inimitable @mxkelsifer not only ran the Gwaren Castle Wintersend Exchange but also wrote an incredible Anders & Justice fic for me:

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

I am still not coherent over this fantastic gift *flails*. SO MANY FEELINGS. It really captures the struggle Anders faces over how to help Justice, a struggle built up from Justice inhabiting a corpse and templars hating the idea of mages escaping their control to live as Wardens and the all-too-fragile power balance between the Amaranthine Wardens and the Templar Order. And his ultimate decision to merge with his friend makes perfect sense through the build-up written here. Thank you again and again, my friend. <3

[vonuberwald]

"Never tame your demons bit always keep 'em on a leash" + your favorite dragon age pairing?

Thank you! Couldn’t quite do it in one sentence, but here you go!

Zevran sheathed his own knives after flicking the excess blood from the blades, watching his lover as the battle fury took him through the remaining bandits - Maker, but he loved Theron like this, even as he hated what drove him to this state.

As the cries of the dying ceased, he sat on a nearby log with the hound, who seemed to have found something interesting in the dirt by his feet, and watched as his lover wound down, breath visible through the slits in his helm in this cooler climate. Zevran wondered idly if the town they were heading for was going to take them much longer to reach as Theron stalked over, removing his face plate,eyes dark and heated. 

Smirking, the assassin stood as his lover walked right up to him, grabbing his face in both hands and kissed him fiercely with the excess post-battle passion. 

It was a long, long kiss. When they finally broke apart, Zevran licked his lips slowly, dark amber eyes still held by piercing deep green and pressed their heads together as much as the other’s helm would allow.

‘I hope they have good, thick walls in the next inn,’ he said, a promise in his voice, ‘because I aim to work every last drop of this out of you tonight.’

Theron shivered, his eyes fluttering closed for just a second and nodded back. Zevran’s smile grew, his blood up with the anticipation of taming his wonderful berserker in a much more comfortable setting.

I thought this was going to be angsty, but sometimes I think I just want to see them own that they have Issues XD

Thanks again!

[whisperingwisdom]

3 THINGS that Change In Your LIFE After Your AWAKENING

[ladyelysandra]

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

Posted a little snapshot fic! Helen/Nikola, T, Post-Awakening. Additional prompts/warnings: light biting (for a vampire) and description of blood.

[thatdreadbitch]

@dadrunkwriting

@tsuraiwrites

Character: Ciara Mahariel

Setting: Somewhere in the Frostbacks, 1 year after the Battle of Denerim

Pairing: Ciara MaharielxTamlen

Word Count: 309

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Ciara carefully dismounted her horse just within sight of the spot where the sword still stuck out of the ground, its dented, misshapen handle catching spec of soft white snow on the hilt. The crunch of snow beneath her feet the only sound she heard as she carefully walked towards it, the ground around it still blackened with death. “I promised I would return.” She said, coming to a stop when she stood in front of the sword, taking a single purple lily out of the pocket of her cloak and laying it at the base of the blade, watching as the vile blackness of the tainted ground soaked into it and caused it to wilt. “The ground still bears the taint, once the ground has life again, I will give you a proper funeral.” She placed a hand on the hilt, running her fingers over the engravings of her gift to him. A lump formed in her throat. If only I could have saved you. “I shall see you again in the Beyond. Until that day, I shall weather the storm before me. I shall endure as our clan always has in the face of such darkness and uncertainty.” Snow began to pile onto the ground at her feet as the wind grew harsher. The cold bit at her face as she looked at the ring on her left hand, two years ago she would have never imagined this would be her life. But she was determined to make the most of what was left.

The horse whinnied in the background, snapping the warden out of her thoughts. Ciara lifted her hand from the sword and put her hood up once more as she returned to her steed. Giving one last glance back as the wind began to pick up before heading back onto the path to Amaranthine.

[leather-arrxws-blog]

@healeranders

Nate was relaxing for once in a hot springs Jaxon had taken them all too. He was in the bath with a few other of the men while they were on rest days. The archer pushed back his long black hair, it stuck to his shoulders with the wet heat. He was sunk halfway into the murky bubbling water, eyes closed against a rock as he looked like he was sleeping. A bit of dark hair curling on surprisingly built chest. Well not surprising if someone knew how fast the man could fling arrows in the air. 

[anonfirerabbit]

#ConversationsWith: Series Henry I

I've shifted tremendously this past fall in my overall mood - it is the first time in my life where I am completely free of depression and anxiety. My doctor weaned me off my medication back in November and I am so happy these days. Every day, I am grateful just to be alive. It is a wonderful feeling! 😊 At the same time, I still experience shift in moods on a daily/hourly basis. But I just don't take them so seriously anymore. I understand even big positive transformations causes its flow of ups and downs. I know now though that a not-nice mood is only temporary and if I just allow it to be instead of trying to push it away or over-analyze it, it will eventually pass as all things do. 😌