#taash week

[dellamortte]

Taash • Dragon Age The Veilguard (2024) for @datvcompanionweeks 'Shokra Toh Ebra' is not an order to struggle against what you are. It is a reminder that through struggle, you find what you are. And you have never done so. Evataash has. They are stronger than you will ever be.

[rayquazing]

Taash Week 2026 - Day 1 - Adaari

[lgvalenzuela]

I don't have much time to commit to Taash Week as much as I'd like to

But I'll still leave this portrait for support

[emmster]

A little late for Taash week. But here’s Taash @datvcompanionweeks

[prince-of-worms]

Rook got them lost.

[nevesserialwriter]

Taash Week - Freestyle

I'm late, but this is my entry for the final day for Taash Week 2025. So many amazing entries, loved it. Just sad it's something to end. Anyway here's my fic, it's angsty, but a goody. Beyond the Calling - Taash/Rook - Rating M - Ao3 Link

Taash never thought much about the future—until Rook became part of it. The Calling is inevitable, or so the Wardens claim, but Taash refuses to accept that fate. Determined to defy time itself, they embark on a search for a cure. Preview:

Taash never thought much about the future. They lived in the now. So many people wasted themselves worrying over what lay ahead, shackled by uncertainty and fear, but Taash had decided long ago they wouldn’t be like that. Better to chase the horizon than waste time questioning where it led. What was the point? The sun would rise whether they braced for it or not.

They had watched Emmrich obsess over his own future—over death, over what lay beyond it. Calculations, rituals, all of it neat, precise, a desperate attempt to impose control over the unknown. But Taash? They had no interest in such things. The burn of battle, the thrill of the hunt, the salt-heavy air of a Rivaini storm—that was what mattered. What was real. Endings didn’t interest them.

Until now.

Their mother was gone.

Dead.

Taash hated the word, hated the finality of it. But there was no other way to frame it. The Dragon King’s last deed had cut deeper than any misplaced megalomania. The wound it left behind festered—raw, aching, refusing to scab over.

For weeks, rage was the only thing keeping them upright. And when that burned away, all that remained was emptiness. Not the arena, not the hunt, not even battle could fill it. The world moved forward, and somehow, Taash had been left behind. They didn’t think they’d ever feel anything else again.

But Rook had been there.

Patient. Even when Taash lashed out—angry, snarling, telling her to leave, to let them be. She remained. Close by, or just outside the door. Not demanding. Not trying to fix it. Just existing, steadfast as the tides.

If it had been anyone else, Taash would have ended it. Would have torn the bond apart with sharp words and reckless self-destruction. Because grief made a person ugly, and Taash had never been good at letting themselves be vulnerable. But there was something about Rook. Something about the stubborn elf that made them pause. Miss her touch. Miss the quiet steadiness of her presence.

[taashweek]

Thank you to everyone who participated in Taash Week this year! You all helped make this a wonderful event ❤ Make sure to check out out other socials to see everyone's entries!

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[rayquazing]

I'm going to be attempting to post either a fic or a piece of artwork for each day of Taash Week (hosted by @datvcompanionweeks 💚) this sketch WIP will be my entry for the first day once its done!!!