#RQotD #DAPrompt Write a letter!
Vaelen was told (scolded) by Viago that his letters sent outside House de Riva needed to be more formal.
(set about a year after Veilguard)
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an unsent letter on the desk of former Inquisitor Merethel Lavellan shortly after the retaking of Skyhold in 9:53 Dragon
#dablorbo #daprompt (yes this is lateeeee)
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Admins took a little bit of a break for a recharge, but we're back at it again!
#DAPrompt for the day!
Write a letter from your #DABlorbo to someone of your choosing! Be it a companion, their LI, or maybe someone important! Make it light-hearted or angsty - the choice is yours :)
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Dictionary Definitions from Oxford Languages · Learn more com·pan·ion·ship /kəmˈpanyənˌSHip/ noun noun: companionship; plural noun: companionships a feeling of fellowship or friendship. "the love and companionship of marriage" Similar: friendship, fellowship, closeness, togetherness, amity, intimacy
Looking to create something for #DaFanFriday but not sure where to start?
Here's a #DAPrompt to help you out! Write, draw, or create something with your blorbo's & dragon age using the word...
Companionship!
a feeling of fellowship or friendship.
"the love and companionship of marriage"
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#DAPrompt #DABlorbo
Rook loves to bring Emmrich flowers do this is perfect! So for this bouquet we would have:
Shroud’s Kiss (In Game Flower)
Heliotropes (Eternal Love)
Violets (Rook’s favorite flower for faithfulness)
Lilies (Devotion)
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a drawing of a cat holding a bouquet of flowers captioned boquet boquet for my sweetie
Good afternoon DABsky! Here's our #DAPrompt for this fine Valentine's Eve!
Create a bouquet either from your #DABlorbo to their LI or a bouquet they'd give their LI (or themselves! treat yo self!) using the language of flowers!
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of...
www.almanac.com/flower-meani...
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preview of fic
“I’m looking for a set,” he explained to the large woman that owned the stall. She looked like she could bench press him. It made his knees weak. “Daggers, you know? Last time I was through I saw a cute little bear with these little bears on them?” “You fight with daggers?” the woman asked, cocking her head, looking at the gold embroidery on his robes. “Only if my teeth don’t do the trick,” he joked. It didn’t work. He thought it was funny. She pulled the daggers out from the display case all the same, laying them out in front of Anders. The bears were fearsome looking, over four squares where the yellow paint had mostly chipped off. The blades were slightly curved and recently sharpened and oiled, but it was clear that they were not new. Anders blinked at them, confused by why Nate would want something like this. “They’re used!” “They belonged to a noble family around here,” the woman explained, “They’re good for a fight and good as historical artifacts. Though the family fell to notoriety instead of heroics. That’s why they’re so cheap.” Cheap? Anders liked cheap. He looked at the price tag, a little parchment tag tied to the cross guard. They both had one and they were both the same price. “147 gold? For the pair?” Anders gasped, pulling up straight and staring at her, mouth hanging open. “I think you and I have a very different idea of cheap!”
“That’s what gets you going? The idea of me in chains?” Anders scoffed. Everything was moving so fast, too fast, and yet he wanted more. He wanted Nate inside of him. “You want to see me in the dungeons under your estate huh? Want to see me on your Daddy’s rack?” Nate slipped, cock jutting forward and hitting Anders in the stomach. A sore spot, or a hot spot. “You’re sick!” “I’ve been called worse. Don’t forget, Nate, I’m an apostate. Everything I do is against the law.” Another slip, this time lower, the cockhead striking Anders’ dry hole. It wasn’t the tightest it could be, Anders made do with fingers and bottles and the errant magical wand every once in a while, but nothing could compare to warm, thick flesh. That didn’t stop the process from being too dry to work though. “Don’t worry about prep, pretty boy,” Anders mocked. “Just spit on me. That’s what you’d do if I was in the stocks, right?” The world spun again and Anders was on both feet. His face was shoved up against the wall and he braced himself on his hands. Nate was a little bit shorter than him as were most, but Anders knew what to do about that, how to arch his back and stick his ass out. His skirt was pulled up again and a hand pulled one cheek, the one with a long white whip scar over it to the side. Goosebumps sprang out all over Anders and he flushed, ass as red as his face, when he realized that Nate was just standing there, staring at his hole. Then body hot spit struck his hole and he moaned, deep but quiet. They were, basically, in public, after all.
Fulfilled the first #daprompt: apostate/almost caught/hybristophilia! Also my first time writing Nathaniel Howe (I don't know him, sorry) and, really, any Awakening content!
#dragonage #daa #dragonageawakening #nanders #nathanielhowe #anders #fanfiction #mywriting
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