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Leliana Fanart Collection

  1. Andraste’s Grace by DancinFox
  2. Dragon Age: Leliana by Artshardz
  3. Arrow of Slaying by tjota
  4. DA: Play Minstrel Play by steelsuit
  5. Leliana - The Rose of Orlais by Inside-Joke
  6. Leliana by CypressPhoenix
  7. Leliana by DancinFox
  8. Leliana by N7Laika
  9. Leliana - Fire by firefly-wp
  10. Leliana by Takrezz



How about some Avenger Wardens, if you're still taking prompts?
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Fury could feel an ache beginning somewhere behind where his eye used to be. This wasn’t going to work. After the disaster he’d needed to assemble a new team around the remnants of the old- only Natasha, faithful Orlesian defector that she was, Coulson, his right hand man, and Maria, the scribe- remained, and that wouldn’t be enough to rescue Clint.

(damnfool elf needed rescuing more often than not, but he was worth it).

Still, Fury’s heart sank as he looked across the room. The dwarf, Stark, still firmly believed that just because he had been hot stuff in Orzammar he deserved to be treated like royalty everywhere he went. This sat badly with Ser Rogers, the Templar they’d found frozen in some ruined Circle basement, who in turn sat even worse with that mage guy- Banner something. But then everything sat wrong with someone posessed by a spirit of Wrath.

And then there was Odinson, whose brother had started the whole mess and who had joined up out of some misguided, meatheaded sense of duty. Nobles. Fury made a disgusted face. It was hard to tell, because it was his regular one.

“This is never going to work.” he muttered, but Coulson, hovering at his elbow as always, shook his head.

“They just need something to bring them together.” he looked at Fury, his eyes quick and thoughtful. “And they might get it soon enough.”




spicyshimmy:

look behind every great hero in thedas and chances are, you’ll find a witch. not the brave, the bold, the impractically idealistic; neither nice nor good, just as necessary as she is dangerous. to do the difficult, the complicated, the magical, what no one can see, much less understand. it isn’t pretty, but oh, it is beautiful. and you can’t trust her power for a second, or turn your back when the fire in her eyes starts to burn. without a witch, what is a hero, really? just an accident, lacking fate and blood in their duty and circumstance. 

In which Shimmy gets it, beautifully and perfectly, as always, and Morrigan is my wonderful witchy queen forever.





- I’m sorry it had to end like this, my love.
- Hush, Bryce, I’ll kill every bastard that comes through that door to buy them time, but I won’t abandon you.

- I’m sorry it had to end like this, my love.

- Hush, Bryce, I’ll kill every bastard that comes through that door to buy them time, but I won’t abandon you.




9 pictures of Morrigan; requested by anonymous


filed under: A Morrigan A dragon age: origins


notes.
Nerys Solana! About to do something stupid for Jowan, because why the hell not. She’s a spirit/creation Mage at the moment but I might just pick random fun spells instead of being smart.

Nerys Solana! About to do something stupid for Jowan, because why the hell not. She’s a spirit/creation Mage at the moment but I might just pick random fun spells instead of being smart.


filed under: A dragon age: origins A solana


Accidentally made my elf mage Warden look like Fran from Black Books 

So that’s how I’m playing her!

Flirting with everything and terrible, terrible ideas ahoy! She can’t wait to escape the Circle and find some booze.

(Ferelden is doomed.)




Earthquake 

Mage!Warden (your choice, though I’m a f!Surana girl myself) discovering one of those really BIG spells - Blizzard, Tempest, Inferno, Earthquake - in camp. “Look what I can do!”

(In which I shamelessly go for the obvious pun)

“Andraste’s dancing underpants!”

Alistair shoots out of his tent like a flushed rabbit, narrowly avoiding collision with Leliana and Wynne, who are both similarly flustered.

“Did you-“

“It seems that there has been an earthquake.” Sten rumbles, as he moves to help Bodahn reassemble his cart. The dwarf, leaving Sten to that, goes to coax Sandal down from a nearby tree.

“Utter foolishness.” Morrigan, who hadn’t actually gone to bed, yawns. “Earthquakes don’t happen in this part of Ferelden.”

“Then what was it, Morrigan?” Wynne asks, checking on Ohgren. It turns out that the dwarf was not damaged in the earthquake: he is simply too drunk to notice and has slept through the entire thing. “I thought such things were impossible without magic-“

It’s at this point that Ralla emerges from her tent, giggling and followed in short order by Zevran.

“And I thought I was talented.”

The elf stops short and regards the assembled party. Blinks. Then looks at Ralla, who bites her lip and does her best to look innocent.

“Ah.” Zevran’s grin is wicked, and wide, and entirely irresistible. “Did the earth move for you, too?”




Orzammar Concept Art

I tell you what, I absolutely loved Orzammar. Yeah, the politics and backstabbing got very tedious, but to be in a place that was so different to the usual faux-medieval setting was so refreshing, and to be able to examine dwarven society in depth in that way was fantastic. To me, that was the biggest appeal of origins: to see these very detailed fantasy cultures and really get into how they lived and thought.