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Ellana Lavellan Commission

@tightassets finished my commission for Ellana Lavellan from my college AU fic Dear Fen'harel and she is PERFECT IN EVERY CONCEIVABLE WAY. Her clothes, her smirk, her tomboy attitude, is just how I picture her. I love it so much!

Also, commissioning her was a dream. Lots of questions asked to make sure I got exactly what I wanted, lots of tweaking, very fast turn around, amazing price for all this detail. And her commissions are always open!

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6 & 8 from the End of the Year Ask meme 😄💜

Thank you Cory! ❤

What’s your favourite piece of dialogue you wrote this year?

One of my favorite OCs to write dialogue for is @tightassets Keaton Hawke. Especially when he's playing off Lilitu, Varric, or Maria. This jumped to my head IMMEDIATELY. From one of our Cozy Autumn Prompt fill Catch and Chase:

Varric hissed one damning word. “Fuck.”

Maria herself didn’t know whether to leap to her feet and hug the stupid human or launch her mug at his head. She settled for sighing instead.

“Nice night for an evening.” Keaton’s beard twitched with the amusement in his voice. “How are you two? Pantless and properly disheveled?”

Varric shot Maria an apologetic look before turning an exasperated glare on Keaton. “Kitchen’s closed, Hawke.”

“But something’s simmering, right?” Keaton asked wickedly. “Or has it already boiled over?”

Varric groaned. “Hawke.”

Keaton threw his hands up. “Fine, fine. I know when I’m not wanted. I’ve just got one question.”

“No.” Varric said quickly. “No, you don’t.”

Keaton ignored his friend completely, fixing his gaze on Maria and flexing his own bare chest and the thick, dark pelt of hair covering it.

“Now that you’ve examined his up close, which is better?”

The tension fell away in a dizzying moment while Varric hung his head, shaking it with weary resignation. Maria leaned back on one palm, making a great show of examining Keaton’s displayed chest before smirking herself.

“Blackwall’s.”

Which fic this year was most fun to write?

I'm giving different answers to this question each time it's asked because it's hard.

I snuck the fic Lyrium and Salt into the @black-emporium-exchange for @blarfkey and I LOVED writing it. I also loved the entire experience of having my own fic recommended to me multiple times by blarfkey while the exchange was anonymous 😂

I always have the most fun with gifts and collabs ❤❤ it's so hard to pick one!

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@tightassets and I have combined our smutty angsty powers to bring you our combined prompts for @cozy-autumn-prompts, brain child of the lovely @scharoux. 

For our first prompt, enjoy this ADORABLE picture of Keaton Hawke and Lilitu Lavellan sharing a blanket for Prompt #3 (also join me in ooh’ing and ahh’ing over the rain effect and Lilitu and Keaton’s PERFECT expressions).

And as always, art has inspired fic! Special shoutout here for @solas-disapproves for helping me translate some Elvhen because I’m hopeless and @jennserr for the amazing translation trick on AO3!

Title: You Smell Like Wet Dog Pairing: Male Hawke x Female Lavellan, Keaton Hawke x Lilitu Lavellan Rating: M Content Warnings:  Fluff and Humor, Light Angst, Flirting, Pining, Past Anders/Male Hawke (Dragon Age), Sexual Tension

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Keaton was beginning to realize his memories of Ferelden may have been tinged with just the slightest whiff of nostalgia. 

Sure, there were definitely things to admire. First and foremost,there were more dogs and fewer Orlesians, always a plus. Unfortunately, a solid ninety-five percent of his stay in Crestwood had consisted of scraping mud out of his boots, an overall minus. Add in the lakes full of cursed undead he somehow missed as a child, and he’d have to readjust his thinking about his homeland. Add in Varric’s unbearable snoring, the rain dripping through a small hole in their shared canvas tent, and the smell of charred human flesh, and Keaton Hawke had quite enough of this visit .

As if the dwarf heard him, the rumble in the tent only intensified. Keaton threw his forearm over his eyes and grit his teeth together. Sweet Andraste’s blushing asscheeks. At least Keaton finally knew the real reason Varric’s prime lady friend was a weapon of mass destruction. Any flesh and blood woman would have smothered him. 

Not that Keaton would have blamed them. If he had a real pi llow, he may have done it himself. 

For a blissful moment, the constant noise ceased. Keaton closed his eyes and tried to will himself to fall asleep. He was exhausted, his shoulder ached, and-

The rumble started up again almost on cue, loud as a pride demon trapped inside with them. Keaton flung his arm from his face, turned his head to glare at the dwarf, and promptly had a fat drop of water plop in his eyeball.

Well. So much for sleeping here. Maybe he’d go find one of those charming caves full of giant spiders and take his chances of getting eaten alive. 

Keaton didn’t bother to muffle the noise his hasty departure from the tent made, but his blighted best friend snored peacefully through all of it. When he dove out through the tent flap and into the freezing rain, Keaton fought the urge to grab his sword and slash the canvas right over Varric’s annoying face. 

He honestly may have done it anyway, self-control had never been his strong suit, but before he could weigh the pros and cons of listening to Varric’s complaints about a ruined tent the whole way back to Skyhold, something much more interesting caught his attention. 

Perhaps one of the few truly good things about being stuck in the soggy Ferelden countryside. 

The Inquisitor glowed in the firelight. Keaton swore he heard her humming even in the steady patter of the rain. The song sounded half familiar, something Keaton swore he’d heard before. 

Then Inquisitor Lilitu Lavellan tossed her moonlight pale hair over her shoulder and looked behind her towards the tent. Almost instantly her nose popped into the air like a hound scenting trouble, her brow furrowing. 

“What are you doing?” She demanded. 

Excellent question. One that probably demanded a semi-coherent answer. 

He jerked his thumb over his shoulder and gave her the sunniest smile he could manage while the rain was plastering his hair to his face. “We were comparing chest hair and I was coming out the obvious winner, so now I’ve got to find another tent.” 

Lilitu blinked once. Twice. Then she shook her head and scowled. 

“You’ll get wet.” 

“Wet.” Keaton repeated. Lilitu huffed in irritation and pointed at the sky above them as if to illustrate it was indeed raining and that would be responsible for getting them wet. 

Although the little pout twisting her lips made him think of much more delightful ways to get her wet than the blighted Ferelden weather. If only his current tent wasn’t occupied by the loudest and most annoying dwarf he’d ever met. 

Before he could begin calculating alternate arrangements, Lilitu stalked away from the fire and straight towards him. One small hand, not even wide enough to wrap the whole way around his wrist, dug into bicep and dragged him forward with surprising strength and astonishing impatience. 

...was it wrong to be impressed, terrified, and aroused by the tiny elf manhandling him? 

Before he could consider the full implications of that thought, she dragged him to the log she’d been sitting on, pointing at it before issuing her command. “Sit.” 

He didn’t see how that was going to help him be less wet, but who was he to deny the Inquisitor herself. Particularly when she wore an expression that managed to be both stern and utterly adorable under the curling crimson ink of her vallaslin. He tossed the tiny elf a sunny grin and plopped himself down on her log. 

Which was exactly when he realized what a clever little set up she had. Surrounding the log was a pocket of warm, blissfully dry air. Before he could even process his shock at the sheer neatness of her trick, she settled herself beside him with a little hum, looking up at him while she picked up the blanket she’d abandoned to retrieve him. 

Then her nose wrinkled and she sniffed audibly. “Ma odhe irmes dhar.”

Had… had she just told him he smelled like a wet dog? 

“Ahn?” He sputtered. 

Her whole face lit up like Satinalia had come early. “Dirthas Elvhen?” 

Keaton smirked and nodded. “Dirthan.” 

He may have spoke Elvhen, but he wasn’t prepared for the torrent of words that flew from Lilitu’s lips as she leaned closer. He caught bits and pieces of words. Champion. Kirkwall. Something about a dragon. 

Ah. Varric’s name. Somebody had been telling stories about him again. 

“Dirtha felas’el!” He laughed, running his hand through the soaked stripe of hair on his head. “I’ll answer your questions, kitten, but you gotta slow down.” 

That seemed to please her quite a bit judging by the satisfied smirk playing around her sinful lips. She fluffed the blankets in her hand before flapping it in the air with a deft flick of her wrist. 

Then those same clever fingers were tossing half the blanket over his shoulders while her curvy form pressed firmly against his side and the other half of the blanket draped over her. Lilitu’s pointed chin tipped up expectantly, and for a dizzying moment, Keaton almost thought she’d lay her head against his arm. 

“Dirth ma.” She insisted, poking his muscled arm. “The dragon.” 

“Which one?” Keaton asked. 

Her eyes shimmered with joy. “All of them.” 

Keaton scratched at his beard thoughtfully while she examined him with her bright, inquisitive gaze. Her eyes glowed and his heart throbbed almost painfully, a feeling he didn’t quite understand.

One he very much didn’t want to understand. 

He tore his eyes from her to look at the fire, rolling his stiff shoulder, trying to think of where to start his pitiful story. 

“It hurts?” Lilitu asked, jabbing her finger into his bicep. He frowned, drawn back into her alluring orbit. 

“Only when I’m displaying manly feats of strength for your enjoyment.” 

The flirting still came easy, even after everything. Lilitu rolled her eyes to the dark sky, smile tugging her lips up, thin fingers trailing thoughtfully up over his loose cotton shirt before she dug her grip into his aching shoulder. 

Before he could complain, warmth trickled from her fingers, seeping into his abused muscles, easing the tightness, numbing the pain. It felt familiar, and different at the same time, bringing back a haunting echo of different hands at the same time a wave of heat settled into his gut. 

“Better?” Lilitu asked, eying him critically. 

It was. It would be. “You’re handy, kitten. I’ll give you that.” 

Was it just him, or did she let her hand linger just a moment, exploring the breadth of his muscles before she removed it with heat lingering in the expression she wore? 

Keaton didn’t know the answer to that question. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Maker’s ass, was he in trouble. 

He took a deep breath while Lilitu settled herself beside him, leaning lightly into him. 

“Tell me.” She demanded, relaxing beside him, staring into the flickering flames with an expression of great satisfaction. As if she’d rather be nowhere else than their little bubble, silent but for the rain around them. 

Suspiciously silent, in fact. Keaton shot a chagrined look at the tent behind him. That dwarven bastard had planned this. Somehow. And Keaton would pay him back for it in spades. 

After he finished impressing Lilitu Lavellan with all the dragons he slayed. 

Elvhen Translation:

Ahn - what

Dirthas elvhen - you speak elvhen? 

Dirthan - I speak it. 

Dirtha felas’el - speak slower 

Dirth ma - tell me

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holy shit it’s Sunday. how does that keep happening. thank you to @serial-chillr and @pikapeppa for tagging me today. I think @charlatron, @parera-zuul-jar, @curiousthimble, and @alyssalenko also tagged me at some point in time this week. Consider yourself tagged back as well <3 

I got a tiny bit behind on like everything I wanted to get done in September so I’m low key freaking out but I do have six sentences on a non-commission piece. This is part of an upcoming Promptober series with @tightassets and features her Keaton Hawke and his trusty dwarf. 

As if the dwarf heard him, the rumble in the tent only intensified. Keaton threw his forearm over his eyes and grit his teeth together. Sweet Andraste’s blushing asscheeks. At least Keaton finally knew the real reason Varric’s prime lady friend was a weapon of mass destruction. Any flesh and blood woman would have smothered him. 

Not that Keaton would have blamed them. If he had a real pillow, he may have done it himself.

Tagging these lovelies back:

@lostinfantasies38, @river-of-asgard, @corylion, @odekiax2, @shadowcrow, @jarakrisafis, @fasterpuddytat, @schoute, @lauraemoriarty, @kittimau, @lesetoilesfous, @tevivinter, @midnightprelude, @silvanils, @fandomn00blr,@blarfkey, @solas-disapproves, @imakemywings, @kita-lavellan, @lellium, @noire-pandora, @queen-kass-the-writer, @visceralcoma, @hollyand-writes, @enigmalea, @paragon-paladin, @jacklyn-flynn, @zuendwinkel, and anyone else!

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TightAssets Art is open for business

I’m officially opening commissions, as work is still scarce and I finally feel like I can offer something to you all. 

I tried to keep this sheet pretty basic bitch for simplicity. Even though these are all ladies, I do draw men and non-binary etc.. just a lot of that stuff is not suitable for the no-fun police of tumblr. I have a Ko-Fi for ease of commission choices, and a Pillowfort that has the NSFW examples.

Feel free to message me here if it’s easier, or drop me an email at [email protected]

Even if you can’t commission me, or have nothing to commission atm, sharing is super helpful! I mostly do art for fun, but I have a large husband, a large dog, and two large cats to feed. Sometimes you gotta get (ha) creative!

TIA <3

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engThank you @charlatron, @zuendwinkel, and @fandomn00blr for the tags! I am honestly so blitzed between the @black-emporium-exchange (WHICH OPENS TOMORROW GUYS) and these Ko-fi Commissions for RAINN that I actually have almost nothing that ISN’T those two things to share. 

But I have been working on this thing as a surprise for @tightassets. I’ll give her and y’all a little sneak peak. 

Thane Keaton Hawke was missing two things. Two very important things. 

The first, and perhaps most worrying, was the abrupt disappearance of Lilitu. He woke up in their shared thatched hut to find the furs beside him deserted. His annoyance about being denied their usual morning greeting, a lingering kiss that often led to him spending far too long wrapped in her embrace. 

Instead, his favorite Kitten was gone, and so was his greatsword.

Is this a smutty Avvar-AU oneshot? Maybe. Is it inspired by smutty art? Almost certainly. 

OKAY. So. I have so many new followers. And I want to make sure I tag everyone that wants tagged for these things when I do them. But. There are so many of you now (welcome? I hope you like dwarves and rare pairs because man is this the blog for you.) 

So if you’re not on this tag list and would like to be, hit me up in the replies or DM me or send me an ask! I’d be happy to see your stuff! And consider yourself tagged on this for this Sunday or next Sunday <3 

@lostinfantasies38, @river-of-asgard, @corylion, @odekiax2, @shadowcrow, @jarakrisafis, @fasterpuddytat, @heyitsharding, @schoute @alyssalenko, @lauraemoriarty, @kittimau, @lesetoilesfous, @tevivinter, @midnightprelude, @silvanils, @blarfkey,  @parera-zuul-jar(both you lovelies!), @solas-disapproves, @imakemywings, @kita-lavellan, @pikapeppa, @curiousthimble, @lellium, @noire-pandora, @serial-chillr @queen-kass-the-writer, @visceralcoma, @hollyand-writes, @enigmalea, @paragon-paladin, @jacklyn-flynn, and anyone I missed!

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...how is it Wednesday already people sweet maker. 

Anyway! Thank you for the tags @jennserr and @fandomn00blr! This is a sneak peak at a project I’m working on with @tightassets! 

Maria Cadash had returned to Stone Bear Hold earlier than she stated she would. The dwarf with the crimson hair braided neatly away from her freckled face gripped her bow loosely in her right hand. The Avvar teenager spat a curse in her direction, but Maria didn’t even deign to acknowledge it. Instead, she bent to retrieve her stolen wares at the same time she scooped up one of the fallen apples. 

Standing above the thief, still on her knees scooping grain into her ripped sack, Maria had a slight height advantage. The necklace slipped down her forearm while Maria brought the juicy red fruit to her lips and tore a piece off, chewing slowly. 

“You know.” The dwarf began once she swallowed. “I’ve got some nice burlap sacks I can sell you to replace your ripped ones.”

Is this a new AU? Yes. Do I need another AU for my two idiots? Yes. Fight me. 

Passing this onto any of these lovelies! @lostinfantasies38, @river-of-asgard, @corylion, @odekiax2, @shadowcrow, @jarakrisafis, @fasterpuddytat, @heyitsharding, @schoute @alyssalenko, @charlatron, @lauraemoriarty, @kittimau, @lesetoilesfous, @tevivinter, @midnightprelude, @silvanils, @blarfkey,  @parera-zuul-jar(both you lovelies!), @solas-disapproves, @imakemywings, @kita-lavellan, @pikapeppa, @curiousthimble, @lellium, and everyone else I missed!

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Hi, your writing makes me feel feelings and I alternate between cursing and blessing your name whilst reading. ❤️

HELLO YOUR ART ALSO MAKES ME FEEL THINGS. THANK YOU FOR BEING AMAZING.