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That’s the dialogue option y’all needed.



@jessicapendragon tagged me in another 5 minute flash fiction, so here’s a very quick little Post-Trespasser thing.

The world is too quick to see what the former Inquisitor is
suddenly missing, and quicker still to rush to fill the void.

She is given two arms before she even leaves Halamshiral—beautiful,
gilded things. The first made of gold, the second of marble. She assumes they
were stolen from statues—she is raw, still, and her rage at even being offered
these things flares up.

Misplaced anger, she knows. She wants to blame anyone and
anything but him for the absence of
her limb, the pins holding her left sleeve in place.

By the time she reaches Skyhold, to see about what it really
means to disband the Inquisition, there are fifteen more waiting. Imitations of
what she is missing—they think it’s only
her arm, the cold bastards, when the man she loves walked away with so much

Gold, silver, dawnstone—she loses count of the gifts over
the months, the attempts by those who would have her favour to make themselves
feel better by having no void when they look at her.

It is almost a year later when Dagna makes her offering,
sheepishly, and it is clockwork and iron, with a hand that is not a hand but
will clip to the hilt of her dual blade. It is crude and strange, and it
catches as it turns, always—but this is the first she wears, because it has
gaps where the sunlight shines through, and it does not attempt to make her
whole again.



Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

@rannadylin: Sorry for the double post. The read more wasn’t working on mobile, and I was wondering if that was because I posted it as a reply rather than a text post. Consider this an experiment. (Edit: Nope, still not working. Sigh.)

It’s been a minute since I’ve tried to write Solas. I hope this is ok! I decided to play with the idea that he sort of dissociates and doesn’t view the world, or the people in it, as actually real. I also wanted to have his mind and heart talking to one another for some mind-boggling reason. >.>;

Oh, also, angst.


He walked the pathways of the waking world alone and in horror.

With each elf he met, the world drew in a little more around him. Too close and claustrophobic, it was suffocating him. Stealing the very air he breathed until he sought refuge from it in dreams.

He walked the pathways of the dreaming world in wonder and with friends.

With an open mind and heart, he found what he was looking for. He found room to breathe amidst the magic and knowledge – history upon history – of the Fade.

Surely, it was the waking world that was false? His dreams tasted more real, more true, than anything – anyone – that came his way while his eyes were open.

This world is wrong. It was never meant to be. These people are but shadows of what they should have been.

I must fix this.

Keep reading

what you can fight


Solavellan SFW

“Fight well, Inquisitor. I am honored to have met you.”

Keela takes a step forward but it is too late. The body of Ameridan drifts apart and with his passing the dragon bursts from its chains. Blinding light and a wave of pressure knock her from the rocky perch and cast her to the ground below. Air leaves Keela’s lungs in a rush and it takes a hard few moments to find her feet.

When she does the dragon awaits. They glare at one another, hunted and huntress, before it gives a defiant roar so fierce Keela feels it knock through her bones. The beast gives her one final look before spreading its wings and climbing from the temple and into the night.

“We need to stop the dragon. It still carries the spirit of Hakkon,” Cassandra says and Keela watches the warrior charge forward, but she cannot follow. Weight pushes down upon her shoulders and drops her to her knees. Her long staff clatters against the frost covered floor and slides beyond sight. “Inquisitor?”

Keela stares at the mark on her hand. It is quiet, sullen, the green retreating deep within her so it almost appears black, torched like all the answers she desperately sought since arriving in this land. There are no tears in her eyes, no frown of discontent perched upon her lips. There is only a heavy nothingness that smothers. She wants to scream and cry, to run and fight, but it doesn’t matter. What does any of it matter?

“She’s hurt,” Cole says.

“I did not see her sustain any serious injury.” Cassandra moves closer, searching for wounds with concern across her brow.

“It’s not on the outside,” he replies and Keela jerks her head back and forth.

“Don’t, Cole. You won’t help.”

Fabric rustles as Cole shifts with unease. “But it can’t stay locked inside.”

“Don’t!” Her voice echoes across ice and rock and she can hear the desperation in the return.

“Keela.” Solas’ fingers are gentle beneath her chin as he lifts her eyes towards his. There is understanding and compassion in his gaze, but the burden inside her only seems to grow at the sight of him. Her somniari.

She was supposed to find something solid to stand on by investigating Ameridan’s history. All she finds is a fractured mirror of her own life. She feels shattered, small, empty. “They took everything from him, from us. They changed everything. Nothing he did mattered.”

“What happened to Inquisitor Ameridan will not happen to you,” Cassandra proclaims with her strong conviction. “I admit what has come to light here has been somewhat hard to swallow, but all of Thedas will learn the truth. I will be sure of it.”

“Facts will be forgotten as pages crumble or become twisted by those who remain to hold the quills,” Solas says. “Implausible truths transform into legend until mortals become heroes or fiends, gods and monsters. These are things you cannot control, as my countless journeys through the Fade can attest. Put them from your mind, vhenan.”

Such things are easier said than done, but Keela does not resist as he helps her return to standing. His hands remain wrapped around her arms, calm and comforting. “The past cannot be changed nor the future foreseen. You cannot fight the passage of time, but you can fight a dragon.”

There is a smile perched on his lips and a challenge within his gaze. It builds and builds inside her chest and spreads through her limbs. The burden of it all is still there, yet she remembers her own strength. She will not be broken by this weight and she need not carry it all alone.

Her fingers reach up and return the embrace, squeezing tight. “Yes. Yes that I can do.”

Balcony Dance


I was working on cleaning this up before the accidental deletion of my entire blog. Deal still stands… If this post reaches:

1000 ♥  – I will detail the line animation
2000 ♥  – I will smooth out the frames and add in a background
4000 ♥  – I will polish and shade the animation
6000 ♥  – I will extend the animation to include a kiss



Smooth Egg, one smooth egg.

( Literal Mage Baby AU // Thank you @bittersweet-blue-hearts for the Prompt )

omg what is this adorableness ❤

Writing Meme Round-Up


At the beginning of the month I asked for prompts from this list, where the point was to use the prompted word in a ficlet. So, here’s the full list of answered prompts from the past three weeks! can you tell where my heart lies these days


sweet water – “soak”

plummet – “falling”

so kiss me – “accost”

dare to dream – “harsh whisper” (Trespasser spoilers)

be anything but kind – “tender” (Trespasser spoilers)

beg the crooked heart – “one chance” (Trespasser spoilers)

convergence – “tender; defy; crave” (Trespasser spoilers)

return – “candles” (post-Inquisition AU; vague Trespasser spoilers but not really?)


before the storm – “sunbathing” (vague Trespasser spoilers)

overgrown – “overgrown” (vague Trespasser spoilers)

aftermath – “nightfall”


immortalised – “illusion”

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