cypheroftyr:

Fenris’ confrontation with Danarius always breaks my heart, especially the expression on his face when he realizes Varania’s betrayal. I will always despise the way Anders acts and the things he says if he’s with the party at this fight. 

xxxxwitlee:

I drew a baby, a fast sketch from Fenfen.
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orphanghost:

sunshine of my heart

prokopetz:

My advice when folks are struggling with writing in the third-person omniscient is
to Lemony Snicket it up. Give your omniscient narrator strong opinions
about what’s going on. Don’t fall into the trap of assuming that the
third-person omniscient perspective must also use the objective voice;
those are two separate things, and many of the most popular and successful writers who’ve written in the third-person omniscient do not, in fact, use the objective voice.

@gerundsandcoffee tagged me recently for the selfie meme and, although I did one of those not too long ago, the natural curl game is strong today so I’m posting this one in Curly Girl Solidarity!

https://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/rannadylin/146313213466/tumblr_o96l6pxWxZ1sw4ljg?plead=please-dont-download-this-or-our-lawyers-wont-let-us-host-audio

bettydice:

Beneficium Accipere Libertatem Est Vendere
  
by @rannadylin

She should be grateful that at least he had spoken civilly to her tonight. She would be grateful, and go.

Except that his hand came to rest on hers, and he looked her in the
eye again. “Perhaps I am not the only one changed by the years, sister.”

She frowned. “Me?”

“I remember little of you,” he admitted. “I thought meeting you
again, reconnecting with my past, would bring a sense of belonging,
but…”

“But?”

He glanced across the table, where Hawke sat talking with Varric.
Across the room, Isabela jabbed a finger erratically at Aveline,
underscoring some point she was trying to make, while the Guard Captain
crossed her arms and shook her head and her husband stood hiding a smile
behind his hand. Merrill, Sebastian, Anders had already all departed,
yet their presence too seemed implied in the gaze Fenris swept across
the room, taking them all in, the friends he had made in his freedom.
“But,” he continued at last, “the past was not the place to find that.
Whatever you and I were in the past, Varania, I…would like to get to
know you as you are now.”

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dragonphage:

any excuse to draw fenris in a circlet

incidentalcomics:

Understanding Poetry

Happy National Poetry Month! This comic was inspired by one of my favorite poems, “The New Poetry Handbook” by Mark Strand. This month on Incidental Comics, I’ll be exploring the world of poetry. A place, as Marianne Moore famously said, of  ”imaginary gardens with real toads in them.”

Merrill and Fenris, making flower crowns

afearreservedfordragons:

It is year one and this is why he doesn’t like her: she’s a blood mage, and he’s a man who has spent years being tortured and controlled by another who bled other’s veins dry to keep his tiny throne of power.

It is year one and this is why she doesn’t like him: he’s dismissive of a past that is their history, a culture that belongs to him, one she has given up so much to persevere, and instead of understanding why this is more than just her life, he calls her a fool and treats her like a child.

They do not talk outside of their journeys with Hawke.

Both of them prefer it. 

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It is year three and this is why he tolerates her: she is a blood mage but she only uses her own blood, and while she is a fool of the highest measure, she is a fool who has her heart in the right place. He doesn’t not trust her to practice magic, every man can fall to vice, but he trusts her to watch his back, and tell him when the guards are close to his house. When the Slavers come for him, ready to drag him back, she is one of the first to lash out with her magic to drive them to their graves. She doesn’t not look at him with pity. 

It is year three and this is why she tolerates him: he has gone through so much and his fear of magic makes sense, even though she hates to admit it. After learning of his past, of the man who kept him on a leash, she cannot fault him for being close minded towards blood magic, though she doesn’t approve of it either when he makes his displeasure vocal. On a spring day in the late afternoon, he comes to her about an Elvish word he does not understand. He wants to learn the language. And she wants to teach him. 

They talk once a month, not as friends, but as comrades. When they throw small gatherings, each other is invited. 

It is something close to acceptance. 

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It is year six and this is why he respects her: because for all his doubts of her being a fool, she was not the one to crumble to pride, she took precautions to prevent herself from becoming a monster, and while he despises her choice, he knows she is not ignorant of consequences. She protects the elves hunted by slavers in the city with her magic despite the consequences,  and when guards come down to beat on those less strong, she goes out to shout at them into fleeing. She is perhaps one of the best at Wicked Grace, and over the years as she teaches you Elvish, she never mocks your progress. When Danarius comes and the past rushes back at him, she uses her blood magic to break the ties of others he is attempting to control. She shouts abuse at him. And she doe not let him get close to Fenris until Fenris pushes forward to fight.  

It is year six and this is why she respects him: because he has an interest in her culture for all she thought otherwise, and while he has no urge to be a part of it, he wants to understand it, understand others, and that is a leap away from what she ever expected. He helps smuggle letters to mages in the Gallows from loved ones, because while he thinks they belong in Circles, he does not believe they need to be cut off from the outside world entirely. When a mage elf is found among a crowd of freed slaves and Hawke is not there to put down their word, his call is to give them the choice to join the Circle or to leave the city, on just the first one. He watches the Templars change and does not approve, not blind to the corruption despite his own reasonable fears. One week after her Keeper dies, after he calls her an idiot, when he comes by for lessons, he brings flowers. Says he does not apologize for his opinion, but apologizes for the loss and the insult. They are daisies.

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The Chantry is in ruins, they are on the run, and this is why he likes her: she gives him a crowd made of flowers from some daisies she found in the field and tells him it looks “fetching.”

The Chantry is in ruins, they are on the run, and this is why she likes him: he wears it. 

secretlyagreywarden:

okay, so I know everyone loves clueless Cullen who can have Hawke and their companions perform blood magic in front of him without noticing, but do you know what I’d love to see…

a Cullen who suspects so strongly but can never prove it.

Like, he sees a fireball in the sky and then he turns the corner and Hawke’s there, definitely not doing magic, looking very innocent, with Varric and a lot of other witnesses all swearing that it wasn’t a magic fireball, a dragon appeared from nowhere and flew a whole bunch of fire and then disappeared.

He stumbles into Anders’ clinic somehow and it’s all ordinary bandages and poultices, and all the people there swear up and down that they’ve never seen a mage at all, in their life, while Anders just stands there, holding a newborn baby and demanding that Cullen get out or help him.  

He sees Merrill wandering around with a staff on her back and she manages to convince the other Templars with him, no, it’s not a magic staff, it’s a Dalish thing. It helps her not get lost. Really.