I Finally Have Time To Draw 🎉 I'm So Rusty But I've Got Like Eight Other Dragon Age Sketches In The

still cooking on some prompts & a couple other ficlet ideas, plus an intro page for my different rooks! if anyone has any recs for page themes they like for this i beg you to send them my way

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Prompt List

Welcome to the landing zone for my @thedasweekend prompt list! I'll keep it updated whenever something new or different strikes my fancy, but for now here we go!

I mainly write Veilguard and Inquisition (but won't turn away a DAII or DAO prompt), and I love to write angst, slice of life, fluff, hurt/comfort, found family, etc. I also love a character study and diving into Thedas lore! Feel free to send me anything from specific prompts to song lyrics or even just ~~vibes~~

Current top ask game pick: Any!

Full list of the OCs and pairings you can request are below the cut as well as a growing collection of all fave ask games!

VEILGUARD Echo de Riva (Emmrich) Esperanza "Esper" de Riva (Lucanis) Melisandre "Mel" Mercar (Neve) Cyrus Mercar (Neve) Amara Thorne (Davrin) Love Ingellvar (Emmrich) Cas Laidir (Taash) Victory "Vic" Laidir (Emmrich)

Fen'an Aldwir (Bellara) Other Veilguard pairings I'll write: Taash/Harding Bellara/Neve Emmrich/Strife

INQUISITION Lyra Lavellan (Solas) Leonardo "Leo" Trevelyan (Dorian) Wisp Lavellan (Iron Bull) Andromeda "Andy" Trevelyan (Cullen) Faolan Lavellan (Cassandra) Avi Trevelyan (Josephine)

Other Inquisition pairings I'll write:

Dorian Pavus/The Iron Bull

DAII Marian Hawke (Anders) Garrett Hawke (Fenris) Tryst Hawke (Isabella)

ORIGINS Mateo "Teo" Cousland (Zevran) Luna Surana (Alistair) Violet Amell (Leliana)

ASK GAMES Rook Codex Rook Storytime Rook Literary Device The Horrors Rook Tarot

Emmrich Volkarin ✦ A Study in Motion

The world is in great peril, and you are the unlucky protagonist who must save it! Spin this wheel three times and get your Dragon Age party that you're stuck trying to save it with.

Feel free to reroll repeats. Most are companions, but there are also a few companion-adjacent possibilities. You can assume that you as the protagonist have a basic level of combat competency even if you don't in real life, so don't worry about yourself

Cole / Compassion

The baby's arrival leaves Spite unimpressed.

It is a tiny, noisy, smelly, helpless lump. It takes up all of Rook and Lucanis's time and attention. When Lucanis finally sleeps and Spite gets a turn in their body, the baby shrieks and wakes him up again. For reasons Spite can't understand, Lucanis wants to be around the baby all the time. Lucanis thinks about the baby all the time.

Rook says it will someday be a person. Spite has his doubts. Even when it becomes a slightly larger lump that can move around on its own, it crawls on its hands and knees. It doesn't use its feet. Even Curiosity can use its feet!

Then one night when Spite finally gets to use the body and he's doing flying loops around the ballroom chandelier, he feels something tug at him. It's not magic. It's not a smell or a sound or a shift in the air. He doesn't know what it is, but he thinks he should—or that he did once.

He follows the feeling and, to his surprise, ends up at the baby's room. When he creaks the door open to peek inside, he braces for shrieking, but the baby, though awake, doesn't even seem to notice him. Its dark eyes are fixed firmly on the bars of the strange cage it sleeps in. Its brow is furrowed with tiny lines, and its mouth pulls down in a pursed pout. It reaches out its tiny hands, grabs the bars, and rocks on its fat little knees.

It wants to do something. It's determined to do something.

Spite leans a little further into the room. Something about the scene has him captivated. He practically holds his breath as the baby lets out a grunt of effort and then slowly, painstakingly pulls itself to its feet. With a whoop, Spite dashes to the sleeping cage, wings spread wide, bathing the room in a bright purple glow.

"You used! Your feet!" he exclaims.

The baby's eyes go round, and Spite shrinks back. He remembers the one time he tried to show the baby his wings when it was a smaller lump. It had screamed and screamed, and Rook had asked him not to do it again. The baby's mouth opens, and Spite prepares to flee the body and let Lucanis handle the screaming.

But the baby doesn't scream. It laughs.

The shrieking Rook says is the baby's laugh isn't all that different from the screaming, but its mouth is stretched in a wide grin. It releases its grasp on the bars to clap its hands and immediately falls back onto its rump. With much less effort than the first time, it pulls itself up to stand again. It uses one hand to firmly grip a bar and reaches the other toward Spite's wings.

Spite flutters one wing closer, and the baby, still laughing, bends and straightens its knees, bouncing in delight.

"Pah!" it says, which is the noise it makes when it sees Lucanis. "Pah!"

"No," Spite says. "Not Pah. Spite." He points to the wings and then his glowing eyes. "Spite."

The baby stops its bouncing, and the focused expression of before returns. It tilts its head and fixes Spite with a serious gaze. Spite leans closer until they are almost nose to nose.

"Spite," he repeats.

"Sssssss...," the baby hisses.

Spite nods and doesn't lean back even when the baby's free hand tugs roughly at his hair. "Yes. Say it. Say Spite."

"Spah," the baby says. And then, after a particularly emphatic yank of Spite's hair, it triumphantly yells, "Spy!"

"Yes!" Spite crows. His wings shiver in excitement, and the baby bats at the one closest.

"Spy!" it shouts. "Spy!"

Spite grins at the giddy feeling bubbling in his chest, one only Lucanis has felt around the baby until now.

The baby knows him. The baby likes him.

They spend several minutes enjoying their new game. Spite laughs as he flicks his wings toward the baby and away, and the baby cheerfully cries his name as it tries to snatch the gleaming feathers. But the baby's voice gets softer, and its grin shrinks to a smaller smile and then fades entirely. Its round face scrunches up again, its focus engaged in some new thought.

Spite watches breathlessly, waiting to see what the baby will learn to do next. The baby's face turns pink and then a mottled red with effort. Rook told him the baby wouldn't have wings, but as Spite watches the tiny muscles tremble with strain and hears the baby grunt, a little part of him wonders if feathers and light will suddenly erupt from its back.

Then the smell hits.

Spite rears back with a snarl of disgust. He and Lucanis have perfected smooth handovers of their shared body, but this time Spite jerks away with such abruptness that Lucanis is left staggering. Spite doesn't apologize. He flees the room to escape the horrid stench and then decides to flee the entire family wing just to be safe.

He'll tell Lucanis the baby said his name later.

your choice which rook and 16!!!

HEHEHE MY CHOICE OF ROOK YOU SAY

have some Cyrus & Neve ty anon xx

My sweet, 

We’ve made camp for the evening along the cliffside. Taash is keeping first watch; they are still a little too antsy after the Antaam we ran into this morning. We defeated them handily, of course, but I think any sighting of them is worrying with all the unknowns circling about that ‘dragon king’ nonsense.

Rivain is…Not as bad as I originally thought.While I am not a fan of the sand, I am becoming rather fond of the sound of the ocean. I love Minrathous, wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, but I do forget how beautiful the surrounding lands can be. Do you suppose you’d ever want to vacation here? After all this is over? Or anywhere really; as long as I can be at your side. 

How fares the Lighthouse? Emmrich wondered earlier today if Fred has been helpful; I know he must have been so anxious about leaving him behind, though we both know he’s in good hands.

I suppose I should rest before it’s time for my watch, but it’s hard to fall asleep without you nearby. I miss the scratch of your quill late into the night, the rustle of  your notes. And I’ve never seen the strange, constant ‘sunlight’ look better on anyone than it does you. As beautiful it is here, it’s not nearly as lovely as you.

I am entrusting this to a wisp Emmrich has raised for me, so there’s a chance this gets taken to wherever their stash of hidden things is, though knowing you, you’ve long cracked that case in our absence.

Yours, 

Cyrus