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Inquisitor Headcanon

The Inquisitor having an existential crisis ever since the Breach.

They’ve felt…wrong, for lack of a better word.

Then they get cut, bruised, harmed in battle.

They do not bleed.

What seeps out of their skin is not blood, but the green energy of the Fade wisping up into the sky. What spreads beneath the skin is not purple and black from popped vessels, but a muted, green glow.

They are horrified. Are they the very thing they’re fighting?

The Inquisitor keeps it a secret.

The Inquisitor is ashamed when their allies, companions, friends, see them wounded, their otherness on display.

ladykinbote:

Merrill :D

ladykinbote:

Merrill :D

amelia-e-shepard:

go talk to the pretty lady you big gay nerd

rockboci:

And this is how my Hawke was found out.

renbismark:

frozenmusings:

aznzanzwi:

xybutt:

ditzystars:

POCAHONTAS

If you don’t love Genie, there’s something wrong with you.

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS GIF SET MY ENTIRE LIFE

never not reblogging

I’ll stop reblogging once it stops being funny

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linkhsart:

So after filling this sketchbook and looking back on some of my drawings I realized I never posted this! I’m sure it’s been done already but it still makes me happy. :3

linkhsart:

So after filling this sketchbook and looking back on some of my drawings I realized I never posted this! I’m sure it’s been done already but it still makes me happy. :3

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Sunlight - Sera/Lavellan, please?

lesbianlavellan:

I decided to procrastinate my important responsibilities and write this. I hope you like it. (I’m not entirely sure I do.) Sorry this took a while, and also sorry it’s kind of sad.

As torrential rain poured down through the night, Iris watched from the shelter of an inn. Right now she had difficulty understanding why the Orlesian Empire had chosen the sun for its symbol.

But by morning the storm clouds subsided, leaving only damp earth in their wake. Iris and Sera awoke to a room bathed in warm sunlight. They took their time getting out of bed. So much time, in fact, that Cassandra eventually knocked on the door, informing them that the horses were ready to depart and so was everyone else, except apparently Sera and the Inquisitor.

"We’re busy havin’ sex!" Sera called to the Seeker. She grinned mischievously, the sun lighting up her hair.

Iris, blushing, immediately said, “We are not!”

"I don’t care what you do on your own time, but there is work to do now."

Cassandra was right, of course. Iris looked down at the mark on her hand, and was suddenly hit with the full force of this insurmountable task before them. How many people were depending on the Inquisition to save Thedas? Well, they called her the Herald of Andraste, after all.

Iris was somewhat given to melancholy, which her lover knew. Sera took her hand, kissed it gently, and said, “Come on, love. We better go before she kicks the door in.”

Outside the air was crisp and cool. The Inquisition agents mounted their horses and rode through the war-ravaged Orlesian countryside. Sunlight spilled over endless golden fields and vibrant meadows, but also over the remains of devastated villages, and battlefields littered with corpses and scavenging birds.

This wasn’t technically their war, but they would nonetheless have to end it. Orlais must be united in order to repair the Breach, Josephine said frequently. The Inquisition couldn’t do this alone, although at the moment it felt very much like they were.

When the sun reached its height at noon, they stopped for a brief rest. Val Royeaux was still about half a day’s ride away.

"You all right?" Sera asked. The two of them lay in the shade of a great tree.

The day was too lovely to be sad, yet the bright sun contrasted sharply with this war-torn place and hopeless weight of responsibility on her shoulders. But not everything was despair and gloom. Sera was here, bringing laughter and light to all of her darkest days.

"Yeah, ma vhenan, I’m all right," Iris said, surprised to find that she meant it.

mustachioedoctopus:

haha, so blake/ruby, how about that?

mustachioedoctopus:

haha, so blake/ruby, how about that?


'You were out of my leagueGot my heartbeat racingIf I die don’t wake meCause you are more then just a dream’

'You were out of my league
Got my heartbeat racing
If I die don’t wake me
Cause you are more then just a dream’

lesbianlavellan:

I did not draw this amazing picture. I commissioned the lovely and talented flandar for a picture of my Inquisitor, Iris Lavellan.
And this isn’t even the final product. It’s the bust, and the entire beautiful image shall be a waist-up drawing that I’ll post when it’s ready. I’m very excited about this. :)

lesbianlavellan:

I did not draw this amazing picture. I commissioned the lovely and talented for a picture of my Inquisitor, Iris Lavellan.

And this isn’t even the final product. It’s the bust, and the entire beautiful image shall be a waist-up drawing that I’ll post when it’s ready. I’m very excited about this. :)