blessed are those who stand before the corrupt and the wicked and do not falter.

defira85:

dragonmedic:

oh, the stories we were told — quite a vision to be behold
mysteries of the seas in her eyes of gold

Varric’s now in the market for horror stories. Isabela here is a loreley, calculating the number of handsome sailors she’ll drown tonight. Fun times!

Asdfhj; this is a birthday doodle for spader7, who said she really liked Isabela. This went from being whimsical and colorful to downright terrifying. I hope you still like me. EVERYBODY GO WISH HER A HAPPY BIRTHDAY OKAY :D

Oh my gosh that is gorgeous, I love it! That’s an amazing gift!

Oooh this maks me want to write all the horror-Isabela stories about gold eyes and tangled hair and dark, endless water.

ouyangdan:

zimrathon:

I’m just gonna leave these here.

I have a special fondness for Angry!Andersfais.

Anders get your eyes checked out already

NEVER ENDING LIST OF FAVOURITE CHARACTERS: Isabela

I never noticed that they have the same nose. Whose is it, do you think? Andvar or Ilsa? Does Varric in his warmer colouring take after his mother, or his father? Do Bartrand’s eyes remind him of a parent, aunt, uncle- so much harder to take when the madness settles on them?

defira85:

katiebour:

katiebour:

Shirtless Justice set 1

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I want shirtless Justice back on my dash for the day.

Who said shirtless Justice? OH HELLO GORGEOUS.

Is this a mod? Can I make Anders run around shirtless all the time? Because I NEED THIS.

justicedisapproves:

autumnyte:

You know what? Some day I will go back to being a sane, reasonable fangirl, but today is not that day.

What the fuck, Bioware? What the actual fuck? 

i was looking forward to something better than the last dlc :/ 

Bioware, my goodwill is stretched to breaking point right now please don’t do this to me.

let’s play a game!!! 

thesilverfeatheredraven:

vanessacsketch:

futsin:

kamidoodles:

frikadeller:

spicyshimmy:

because, let’s be real, my attention span is barely the length of a word right now, so—reblog this with a story you want to write/are writing/won’t ever write/wish you’d written, only in the form of a single sentence. 

i will start.

Shepard always liked to tell himself Kaidan was giving him bedroom eyes across the bay, when in fact he was probably just squinting from one of his headaches. 

Russia and America acted civil with each other for a change, which was a nice surprise when they actually fitted well together and feelings blossomed gradually, all was started from a shared can of lousy iced coffee from the vending machine.

Moira never understood what Isabela loved about the open sea; then one day, the pirate queen showed her.

She had followed him all this way, hours feeling like years, and all from one witnessed act of violence and murder - now it was time to put the gun to his face and be done with it.

There was a hole in the world where she used to be; this was not a world he could live in, and it didn’t matter what the cost was in order to set it right.

“I never thought I’d say this, but you, Isabela, are the best consulting detective I’ve ever seen,” Aveline tells her, and is absolutely certain by the smirk that crosses the woman’s face that the complement has gone directly to her head.

Varric meets her on the open road, a dusty stop between Gallows Rock and nowhere in particular: she rides on his cart and tells him of dragons and destiny, and when he asks her, slyly, about her future, she simply laughs her long and wicked laugh.

there is remedy for all things (varric/anders, 2600 words) 

spicyshimmy:

ao3 link here. this isn’t the story i actually wanted to write, because the story i wanted to write was a fun sort of what-if with varric wooing his difficult darktown apostate buddy with tales of a handsome champion instead of outright flirting himself. i still want to write that. this, however, is an alternate universe piece in which varric tethras stumbles across a wanted apostate on the road to antiva, and tells him a few tall tales in the final days of his life. title quote is from cervantes. it’s a completely different mode of narration for me and i’m not really sure why i wrote it because now i am miserable. warning for character death. (unless varric is lying through his teeth—which i choose to believe he is.) 

THERE IS REMEDY FOR ALL THINGS

We met on the open road.

By that point, he was a hunted man—or haunted, if you want to get particular. Either would suit him just fine and to be honest, he’d always been both together, never one thing or its opposite when he could be everything instead. Back then, I even thought it was impressive—how one person could be so much and still seem small. How it made him smaller, instead of larger than life.

Larger than two lives. All things considered.

It was outside of Ansburg, not necessarily close to Antiva. You still had all The Weyrs to get through if you wanted to catch sight of the Rialto coast and the jewel in that crown, Antiva City. I was headed in that direction myself—being an enterprising topsider, I knew then what any entrepreneur worth his weight in the coin he’s trading knows: the bigger the risk, the better the windfall. So long as you made sure to keep your throat from getting slit—and I had my provisions in place.

But there he was. Off the road, you might say, or off the beaten path. He looked like a dead man.

I could’ve just left him there.

Being  an enterprising topsider, I didn’t. With a nose like this one, sticking it where it doesn’t belong isn’t just an indulgence—it’s a natural instinct, and mine’s large enough that it happens easy as turning your head, catching sight of something maybe you shouldn’t.  

If I said I didn’t know who he was the moment I rolled him over and got some water into him I’d be lying, and I’d never do that. Not this early into the story, at least. Most dwarves have a sixth sense for the stone but me—I’ve got it for plot twists. And Blondie…

He was a character, all right.

I guess I suspected who he was right from the beginning, bad as it looked, dire as his straights might’ve been. He was shivering so I built us both a fire—not with the intention of harboring any wanted criminal, mind, but just out of the goodness of my heart. Don’t let all the gold on top of it fool you; there’s something under there.

If only I knew how to wear armor like my ancestors, right?

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