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Zevwarden angst, because we like to torture each other with it? [pretend there's an eyes emoji here because the face I'm making is ridiculous] Prompt for Ellanis and Zev: “When I have a bad dream, just listening to you breathe calms me down.”
<3 just remember i love you! and you asked for it! <3
for @dadrunkwriting
Screams echo in a chorus as sharp as any blade inside his skull. Jagged and broken edges, a choir of shattered glass and blood. It stains his hands, the taste of rust between his teeth, drips and leaks from beneath his eyelids. Wet. Thin skin stretched to the point of cracking, his blood running black where it weeps from him.
Ellanis craves. Fingernails long and ragged and he digs them into the too soft skin of his palm. Voice too fractured to use, whispers and shouts at the same volume and both coming out between coughs flecked with blood. Purple skin turning green and yellow, the whole of him a bruise.
No, he is past that now. Nothing but black veins and taint. The blight under his skin gouging and clawing and reshaping him. Too late, goodbyes never said. Something stronger calls his name and croons its sharp song and Ellanis can only seek it out like a puppet seeks out a master to pull its strings.
Vision clouded, lungs weak. Tears too thick to be just salt water on his face. Gasping. Ellanis sags, drops to his knees in the dirt and doesn’t wince when they bend under his weight. Cane long gone, lost and forgotten, but he digs his hands into the bare earth and compares the black of rich soil to the spiderwebs of tainted blood pulsing on the back of his hands.
Too many voices singing in a gnawing harmony. Curling around himself, head lowered to earth. Ellanis screams but the Call inside his head drowns out the sound of his desperation.
It wasn’t supposed to end like this.
It wasn’t supposed to come anywhere close.
Too late, once again. His shoulders shake, a violence in his bones, and Ellanis rips his hands from the soil to tear at the flesh binding him. Corrupting him. Rivulets where his nails bite into his arms and Ellanis can’t feel anything but the need to hunt and to find and sing.
Thick, hot blood spilling across his fingers. Too black to be his own, Maker it can’t be his own. A ghoul’s blood, a darkspawn in the making and Ellanis has traded everything for a life free from the blight.
But apparently, everything was not enough.
“Amor,” One voice not tainted, not hollow and jagged and searching. Ellanis closes his aching eyes and he remembers a ghost of a memory. “Fight this, Ellanis, you are so strong. This is nothing more than a dream."
A dream? A nightmare made flesh, but. Ellanis can recall the glint of golden hair in the sunshine, how warm someone’s skin is against his own, the light in their eyes when Ellanis kisses their cheek. But he cannot remember who and it doesn’t matter as he is no longer allowed these.
Light flashes, breaks the sky into a single shattered line and the whole of Ellanis shakes with the thunder. Green and black against white.
No, that’s not right. Ellanis blinks his clouded eyes and trains them to the sky. It isn’t… It isn’t familiar in the way the sky is, the stars are wrong and out of place, they aren’t warm or sparkling or-
"Ellanis, caro, wake up it is just a nightmare. You can fight this.” Again the voice, safe and familiar as the sun. “Wake up amor.”
Gasps, clean air filling his lungs as Ellanis bolts up in their bed. Hands on his shoulders, warm and sleep-heavy weight. Eyes flying open as he screams and the sound of it tears at his throat. Whole, terrified, one voice in the place of a tainted and broken choir.
Scream breaking into sobs. Ellanis’ chest aches. It heaves with his tears and the hands on his shoulders shift down his back, one resting on his shoulder blade and the other running up and down his spine. “I am here amor. I am here.” Whispers in the dark. A voice like the sun.
“Zevran-” Ellanis’ voice cracks, shatters. The back of his hands are pale and bloodless but they are not the color of rot and ruin. They are whole and Ellanis doesn’t know how to reach out with them.
Arms encircling him. Bare skin against skin, the warmth of Zevran’s chest against his spine has Ellanis shuddering. Zevran’s hands seek out his own, calloused palms and rough fingers. Tangling together.
The echo of a choir formed from broken glass and blood fades as Ellanis concentrates on the rise and fall of Zevran’s chest. His breathes are deep, slow and even and Ellanis tries to match them through his tremoring tears. Calm, safe, trust in the way Zevran’s arms around him sooth the racing of his heart.
Moments stretching into minutes, tears made of salt water drying on his cheeks. Ellanis closes his eyes and squeezes Zevran’s hands. They linger in the dark, no sounds beyond their breaths and their hearts beating out of sync. Zevran rests his head on Ellanis’ shoulder, waits for the hiccup in Ellanis’ chest to peter out before he places a kiss to the side of his neck.
“Will you be alright?” Lips ghosting over his skin, a murmur just loud enough to be heard.
Ellanis pauses, the taste of rust lingers in his mouth and the vision of black veins still creeps along his skin, but it holds far less power while Zevran’s arms around wrapped around him in a protective circle. Blackberries and vanilla. Home.
But he doesn’t want to lie. “Eventually.” Eventually Ellanis will find the cure, eventually he will cleanse the taint from his blood, from his bones. Eventually the muffled song in his head will ring clear and Ellanis knows all of these may eventually be true.
“I’ll be fine. Thank you, love.” Ellanis brings their joined hands up to his chest and holds them over his heart. Turns his head ever so slightly to rest it on top of Zevran’s. Breathes. Slower, and more even.
Zevran doesn’t say anything, simply places a line of feather-light kisses across Ellanis’ shoulder. Stays up with him until the exhaustion pulling at Ellanis’ eyelids becomes too heavy to ignore any longer.
A nest of blankets, skin against skin. Ellanis tucked under Zevran’s chin, one leg hooked over his calves and he never left the circle of Zevran’s arms. Finds the sleep of true exhaustion where even nightmares cannot harm him.
Evanuris landscape aesthetic… pretty happy with it, I think? Changes might happen, we’ll see.
46. A snowflake on your nose from the prompt list for Fenhawke!
“I haven’t seen snow in ages,” she says, laughing as she spins, palms towards the heavens, looking skywards. “It didn’t snow last year!” It’s the lightest thing. Quiet in the streets of Lowtown, save for the flickering torches on the walls nearby, the distant sounds of people in their homes. Snowflakes turn in air, blink as though they are stars themselves. He holds out his hand, and it melts quickly on his skin. She’s still smiling, grinning from ear to ear, but she’s at least standing still now.
“I’ve never seen snow before,” he tells her. She finally looks away from the sky, towards him.
“Every winter, Ferelden would always be buried under a mountain of snow. It was my favorite time of year. Everything stopped,” Hawke says. He’s always known jungle heat, and the sweltering temperatures of Minrathous. Another snowflake lands on his palm. A perfectly crystal thing, which fades far too quickly. Fenris looks up from it, and in the meantime, she’s closed the distance between them.
“What made you decide on Kirkwall?” she asks.
“It seemed an acceptable place to hide,” he says.
“Wouldn’t further south have been better? Ferelden’s a large place. It would have been even harder to find you there,” she says.
“I – I ran out of coin,” he admits. She nods, understanding the struggle perfectly well.
“Imagine if we had met in Lothering,” she says with a renewed smile, “then you would have seen a real winter. All the children in the village used to gather up snow in balls and throw them at each other. It was always so much fun.” As she talks, a snowflake floats down, lands on her cheek. Another, on her nose. There they stay, for a few perfect seconds. Then they are gone, little drops of water against her skin.
“If I had been in Lothering, I doubt you would have wanted to know me,” he says. She laughs as she reaches out, rests a hand against his arm.
“Nonsense. I would’ve made you my friend no matter what, and you know it. I’d’ve even hit you with snowballs,” she says. He reaches out, and with a brush of his finger, wipes away the drops from her nose, her cheek. She blinks, suddenly startled, and it’s that which brings the smile to his face.
“You would have been merciless,” he says. The grin flickers on her lips once again.
“I’m sure you would have returned it in kind.” The snow doesn’t last for long. Enough for him to walk her to the door of Gamlen’s home, to watch her disappear inside. One last snowflake, landing on his cheek.
we are infinite
Fandom: Dragon Age
Pairing: Solas x f!Lavellan
Rating: T for Teen
This didn’t feel like the end.
She wasn’t particularly ready, to be honest. Her life had been spent in great swaths, not steady little bits; she could divide it into sections, count them on her fingers, and toss them to the wind. One time for growing. One time for waiting. One great adventure. One great love.
He stepped away from the ritual place and took her hand. “It’s time,” he said, like the universe had told him so.
It wasn’t fair, but it didn’t matter.
She had tried to stop him, had schemed and pleaded and fought and failed. She hadn’t found another way. Everyone they both knew was dead. Everything was lost. There was no going back. There was only this inescapable sacrifice and the sliver of hope it offered.
There was only the end of the world, and at the center of it all, the two of them.
So they waited above quiet battlefields with their broken hearts, hoping at least to catch a glimpse of the next one, together.
“We could have been happy,” she said, and searched the unknowable horizon. “If you could have been content. I would have helped you mend your clothes and warmed you at night and kissed you every single morning. We could have seen every vile and wild and beautiful place in this world, you and I. We could have had–”
“I know, vhenan.” His voice was heavy, and she looked up to see tears spilling down his cheeks.
He made no attempt to hide his sorrow, and nothing could alleviate hers. But still she fit herself into that space between his shoulders, and he cried into her hair, and they grieved what had been irretrievably lost, together.
Then the air rumbled, everywhere, all at once.
Her eyes burned and her skin went cold. She stayed in his arms–not safe, but satisfied–as they watched, and breathed, together.
Around and above and below and within them, shards of the universe cracked into being, wavering like water, shattering like glass. The sky rained in broken pieces, pooling pure light in every dark place and leaving a shimmering radiance in its wake. For the briefest, sweetest moment, this new world was bathed in full color.
And the last thing they knew was each other. Ancient and new, whole and broken, pride and hope and love.
Ephemeral and infinite.
We Are Infinite - The Lighthouse And The Whaler
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(i know you only know Feyrith here but this is Sais, my main inquisitor. The most kindhearted being i ever created and the one who doesnt deserve to suffer this much).
happy 2018! I am fighting the flu that obvs had to incapacitate me when I wanted to resume working on commissions and trying to warm up after these 10 + days of holiday and holy shit I am c l u n k y
get some festive gals being pals! requested by @asolitaryrose (I have happily romanced both during my playthorughs but honestly bioware….honestly)
ko.fi!
elf appreciation (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
Where is your Maker now?
Dragon Age: Inquisition — Emprise du Lion: Judicael’s Crossing & Rings.
“I’m not what you want. I could never be what you deserve.”
“You’re wrong, you’re a good man.”
“Am I ?”
“I see it.”
love, what it cost me
the air you breathe stinks of salvation, masked by dimpled carnivore smiles and deafened heartbeats. first, you catch me with teeth alone, assuring comely comfort between bed-sheets as your body slides against mine, shaking. hunger pains, you say. your heart was built to feast on cathedrals. bruised brass fingers creep from threadbare sleeves, wrapped in moth- eaten greed. something frail, like gospel, slips into my open palms.
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proper evil carries calling cards. tear-stained from lost lovers. death dates printed in cursive. scented with empty wedding vows. ____ Esq, a curse never spoken aloud, if you know what awaits on the other side. i don’t. i kiss. i pledge. girlish tongue running over reversed fae speech, i’m yours, i’m yours, i’m yours in love, heart emptied of iron, owned by an name etched with need.
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by maria helena
sleepy witches
This is an appreciation post for the fanfic authors who aren’t included on rec lists
For the fanfic authors who don’t get art of their fics
For the fanfic authors who can’t get to 1000/500/100 hits
For the fanfic authors who don’t get comments/reviews
For the fanfic authors who write for small fandoms
For the fanfic authors who write rarepairs or gen fics
For the fanfic authors who get hate for the ships/characters/fandoms they write
For the fanfic authors who write in English despite it not being their first language
For the fanfic authors who don’t write in English
For the fanfic authors who don’t think anyone reads or likes their work
For the fanfic authors who aren’t big name fans
For the fanfic authors who don’t get requests in their inboxes
For the fanfic authors who can’t write stories that are more than a thousand words
For the fanfic authors who only write one ship
For the fanfic authors who are just starting
For the fanfic authors who have been writing fic for years
For the fanfic authors who use fanfic to practice writing
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For the fanfic authors who write about their OCs
For the fanfic authors who write to vent or cope
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Keep creating, I love you ❤️
tfw you’re gunna go fight an archdemon and you want to wish your gf good luck in the cutest way possible (poppy and zev are really cute okay idk what else to tell u guys)
really though thank you so much to @siriusdraws because this is so amazing and beautiful and i am literally never going to stop yelling about it ever i love it so much
finally finished my playthrough of DA2, thought I’d do a little tribute. enjoy u~u
EDIT: added a chorus that i forgot to add first time around i cant blieve this
thanks to everyone who has already enjoyed this post!
OH MY GOD THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING THING EVER.