#dirthail mahariel

[thiefbird]

Got tagged by @fade-and-loathing-in-thedas to do this picrew for my Dragon Age OCs!

Dirthail Mahriel(he/him) - canon romance is Morrigan for DAO, and he ends up the center of a complicated polycule later(in a relationship with Alistair, Anders, and Morrigan, none of whom are involved with each other). He's a Reaver/Berserker/Bloodmage(bc i do what I want)

Killian Amell(he/him) - no canon romance for DAO, though he has a fling with Zevran. Post DAO romanced Loghain. He's a Shapeshifter/Bloodmage/Arcane Warrior!

Raeneth Hawke(they/them) - half-elf!Hawke, canon romances are Anders and Merrill. They're a Force/Blood mage!

Fen'len Lavellan(he/they) - canon romance is Solas and Iron Bull. He is a Necromancer (and also a blood mage, but Inquisition is Mean and won't let me actually play as one)

Tagging anyone who wants to do it(please show me your babies!!!)

#dirthail mahariel #killian amell #raeneth hawke #fen'len lavellan

[thiefbird]

Welcome to dadwc friend!!! I would love to see your darling Dirthail telling someone off. Fierce warden vibes all day. 😌

One dose of yelling at Wynne coming up!

@dadrunkwriting

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"You and she are very close, aren't you?" Wynne mentioned as Dirthail approached from Morrigan's fire. Dirth hummed noncommittally, trying to step around her. Wynne caught him by the shoulder and tugged him into her tent.

"Do not ignore me, young man," she scolded. Busybody old biddy.

Dirth sneered at her. "My apologies, Wynne, I didn't see you there, however can I help you?"

Wynne scoffed. "You and the... apostate. You're quite taken with each other."

"And what business is it of yours, how I spend my time?" Dirth all but spat.

"She's hardly discrete," Wynne complained, crossing her arms. "The way she looks at you, it's as though she's completely forgotten there's anything of you above the waist."

Dirthail snorted. "And? Creators take you, do you mean to deny me my fun?"

"Oh, sweet Maker," Wynne said, blessing herself with a gesture. "Is a little decorum from you two too much to ask?"

"Probably more likely to get it from Zevran," Dirth muttered caustically.

Wynne pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing. "Moving on. I noticed your... blossoming relationship, and I wanted to ask you where you thought it was going."

Dirth gave her a disbelieving look as she continued. "She is a cunning woman, a maleficar. She will use you for her own ends."

Rolling his eyes, Dirth turned away from her. "Morrigan and I understand each other, which is more than you can say about anyone, I warrant."

Wynne's eyes flashed angrily, and Dirth could feel the tingle of her connection to the Fade flaring. "Do not dare to assume my experiences, young man! I am trying to tell you what I see, what my instincts tell me. Even if your feelings for the witch are genuine, that does not make it good."

"Because she isn't one of your passive Circle mages?! Because she has more of the Fade in her finger than in your entire miserable, spirit-taken form?" Dirth shouted, enraged. Creators, but she was infuriating.. .everything he hated of the shemlen packed into an old woman, that was Wynne.

"Because you are a Grey Warden! You have responsibilities which supersede your personal desires, you impertinent child!" Wynne was seething, Dirth could feel it in the waves of mana flowing from her.

"You are not my Void taken commander, Wynne. You are here under my command. Do not lecture me about my responsibilities!"

Sneering, Wynne turned away. "If talk of your responsibilities bothers you, you are entirely too much of a child to have any sort of intimate relationship," she said snidely.

Dirth stared at her, wide-eyed. "I'm too much of a child? Coming from you, who cannot even find her own supper without a Tranquil slave to fetch it for her? Keep your judgements to yourself, Wynne. I do not wish to hear them." He spun on the spot and stormed from her tent.

How dare she tell him his business? How dare she tell him he was a child when he had survived so much? He whistled for Barkspawn to stay, ignoring his whine of protest, and headed into the woods around camp.

Dirthail walked for half an hour or so, seething, till he found a small stream. Stripping off his armor and clothes, he stepped in, hissing at the cold on his bare legs. It wasn't deep enough for swimming, but he lay down and rested his head on the bank, freezing the anger out.

Wynne was too important to the party. Morrigan only knew a small amount of healing magics, and they couldn't continue burning through healing potions and poultices the way they had before. He would have to apologise for shouting, to keep the peace.

Frustrated with the whole situation. he slammed the back of his head against the rock beneath it a few times, before he was caught by big, warm hands. Alistair gently lowered him down, looking concerned.

"Wynne?"

Dirth scrubbed a palm over his face. "Creators, was I that loud?" he asked, sitting up and shivering.

"I'm not sure if your Creators heard you, but the Maker probably did," Alistair teased. Dirth chuckled.

Alistair helped him out of the stream, wrapping him in a blanket. They settled beside the stream on an old stump, Dirth leaning tiredly against his fellow Warden. "So what was that blowup about?" Alistair asked after a while.

"Apparently a Warden shouldn't do anything other than be miserable." Dirth huffed. "I'm surprised she waited so long to say anything, Creators know she hates Morrigan. Worse than you, even."

Alistair tensed at the mention of Morrigan. "I don't hate her, I'm just... a reasonable amount of concerned she'll turn me into a toad," he said with a forced laugh, pulling away from Dirthail slightly. Dirth sat up, giving him space, but Alistair tugged him back with an arm around his shoulder after a few seconds.

"Well, Wynne does hate her, and she's our best-"

"Our only-"

"Our only healer," Dirth corrected. Morrigan was starting to pick it up from watching Wynne, but the old bat refused to actually teach her. "I'll have to apologise."

Alistair made a sympathetic face. "She... is a lot, sometimes. But I think she means well?"

"Well, she likes you," Dirth groused. "Void take me if she ever finds out I'm technically an apostate, not just fucking one."

Alistair's ears flushed red at Dirth's language, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. He was so easy to embarrass, and so cute when he was flustered; Dirth couldn't help himself.

Eventually, his shivers subsided, and they both headed back to camp. "Thank you for coming after me," Dirth murmured softly as they were petting Barkspawn.

"That's what friends do, right?" Alistair said cheerfully. Dirth tried to ignore the pang that statement sent through him, and grinned up at Alistair. "Still, thank you. You're..." Important to me? Beautiful? "A good friend."

Alistair flushed, ducking his head with a pleased smile. "So are you, Dirth."

#Dirthail Mahariel #dirthail x morrigan #dirthail x alistair #warden x morrigan #warden x alistair #mahariel x alistair #mahariel x morrigan #dadwc #da drunk writing circle #dao #dao fanfic #dragon age origins #dragon age origins fanfic

[thiefbird]

Currently obsessed with Dirthail's relationship with Alistair

They're Best Friends™ and also Definitely In Love but neither of them talk about it so they just. Cuddle? And share a bedroll constantly??

And Alistair is So Jealous of Dirth's (explicitly romantic/sexual) relationship with Morrigan but doesn't know how to express this so just picks at Morrigan the whole time.

Dirth, meanwhile, is coming from a wholly different culture than Alistair (I headcanon the Dalish as being much more relaxed about relationships and monogamy) so doesn't realize Ali is bothered. Morrigan has never interacted with real people so she also just. Doesn't get it? SHE doesn't want to share her bedroll, she likes her space, so she doesn't care that Dirth is constantly all over Ali either.

And they're all just. Really bad at talking.

And then the Landsmeet happens and Alistair and Dirth have a Break Up very dramatically despite never having been Officially Together

#alistair x mahariel #alistair x warden #mahariel x morrigan #warden x morrigan #dao #dirthail mahariel #my favorite dumbasses #Warden oc #alistair is a bisexual doofus

[thiefbird]

For DADWC, bi and oblivious Alistair, Dirthail and [ NECKLACE ] : sender fastens a necklace around receiver’s neck, leaning in close to do so.

💖💖💖

@dadrunkwriting

This one got away from me in length!!

Dirthail ran his fingers over and over the faded, dried rose Alistair had given him, two nights before. It was beautiful, precious, but the meaning behind the gift was... breathtaking. It was immediately his most treasured possession, along with the rosewood ring Morrigan insisted was 'only practical'. He would need to find a way to preserve it; the dried petals were incredibly delicate, and he was constantly paranoid it would be crushed into dust in his pack. He had a few ideas, but they would all have to wait till they reached Orzammar in two days time. Until then, he'd just have to pack very carefully.

They reached Orzammar without any difficulties, luckily, and the moment he had a chance he left everyone in the Warden estate and headed for the Smith district, rose carefully cupped in his palms. He quickly found a silversmith who was confident in her ability to preserve the bloom. "Come back tomorrow, Warden. It shall be ready for you in the morning," she instructed, her pride in being entrusted with such a token by the Warden almost palpable.

He rushed back, hoping Alistair had not noticed his disappearance. Luckily, it appeared Leliana had tempted him into a game of cards, and he simply called him over with a shout.

"Still haven't learned to bluff, Ali?" Dirth teased, sitting down on the stone couch beside his fellow Warden. Alistair chuckled at the good-natured teasing. draping on arm affectionately around Dirthail's shoulders. Dirth leaned into the embrace, tucking his head against Alistair's collarbone.

Leliana giggled happily, the undying romantic in her enjoying Dirthail's hopelessness, no doubt. "Oh, you two are so sweet!" she cooed. Alistair looked bemused.

"You only say that because you're worried I might beat you with Dirth's assistance!" he complained. showing Dirthail his hand.

Liliana pouted, giving Dirth a concerned look. She, like the rest of their companions, knew of his obvious crush on Alistair, and regularly attempted to convince him to make his feelings known. Dirth shook his head subtly, and her pout intensified

"You two are no fun!" she complained, folding her cards and disappearing to her chamber.

The next morning, Dirth rose before his companions and rushed to his silversmith. "Warden! You will be pleased with what we created for you, I am certain," she said, waving him over eagerly, and pulled a delicate chain from her pocket.

"I took the liberty of putting it on a necklace for you. It seems like something you would wish to keep close." She held out the rose, now delicately coated in a layer of silver, carefully patterned on the edges. Dirthail gasped, gently cradling it between his fingers. It was gorgeous, and he told her as much.

"I am so glad that you like it, Warden!" she exclaimed. Looking around, she added, "If you could bring me more flowers, either like this or fresh, I believe I could sell them here in Orzammar. Your appearance has sparked an interest in surface things, anything elvhen. If you could bring me flowers, and perhaps wear it visibly to a Proving, I would waive the cost."

Dirthail grinned at the suggestion. "I can absolutely arrange that," he agreed. The smith grinned back, offering her hand for them to shake on it.

He nearly ran back to the Palace district, throwing himself into Alistair's room. "Ali, Ali, look!"

Alistair sat up, bleary-eyed with sleep. "Dirth, is everything alright?" he asked, throwing the blanket off and exposing his bare chest to the cool, damp air.

"Yes, yes, everything's fine!" Dithail reassured him, climbing onto the bed and sitting beside him. He hooked a calf over Alistair's thigh. "That rose you gave me? Look at this!" He held it out to Alistair, who stared in awe.

"You... kept it," he breathed, stunned. He traced the edge of a petal with a shaking finger.

"Of course I kept it... Put it on me?" Dirth asked softly, pressing the bloom into Alistair's hands and turning so he was half in the bigger man's lap, back to his chest.

"Alright," Alistair whispered, slipping the chain around Dirth's throat. He gently brushed Dirth's hair over one shoulder and fastened the clasp. Dirthail could feel Alistair's breath ghosting over his ear and shuddered. Soon. He would tell him soon.

#Dirthail Mahariel #alistair theirin #dirthail x alistair #mahariel x alistair #dadwc #da drunk writing circle #thiefbird writes #the rose

[thiefbird]

Married Anora / Alistair with Anora absolutely sick of hearing about Dirthail constantly: Oh, if I could go back in time When you only held me in my mind Just a longing, gone without a trace from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOWGp1zhcVE

@dadrunkwriting

"And then Dirth, of course-"

"Oh, dear Maker, husband, "Anora sighed. "If you mention him again I'll believe you are in love with him."

Alistair gaped at her. Him, in love with Dirthail? Ridiculous. "I beg your pardon?"

"You speak of him constantly, you make eyes at him when he appears in court. What else am I to think?" Her eyes sparkled with merriment as she teased him. "Do not think I am complaining, dear husband. Only simply commenting on a trend."

"I- he-" Alistair spluttered incoherently for a moment. "He has Morrigan again!"

"Hmm... that would not affect your love for him. Besides, I have you. And yet that does not stop me." She looked thoughtful. "He keeps company with that blond apostate often, as well. Dalish are not so prudish as we, in matters of the heart, Alistair.

He was not- could not be- in love with Dirth. They had not even spoken outside court in years, not since his fellow Warden had taken so very well to politics and contrived for Alistair's nemesis to also be his father-in-law. Yes, that had worked out better than expected, and it was not like Loghain was around. And of course his grudge against the elf had faded almost immediately, and had been replaced by pondering how his former friend was handling being Arl, or raising a child, or...

Oh dear Maker. He was in love with Dirth.

"I..."

"Do not look so frightened, husband." Anora rose from her seat and embraced him. "You may not speak with him, but he writes to me frequently. Go to him."

Alistair sagged into her arms. "Tomorrow. I must go tomorrow..."

"Then I will write to him tonight, to expect you."

#anora mac tir #alistair theirin #dirthail mahariel #also just a HINT of Anders #dirthail x alistair #Dirthail x Morrigan #Dirthail x Anders #again just a smidge #dadwc #da drunk writing circle #thiefbird writes

[thiefbird]

OK I'm actually putting my Thoughts about Dirthail in a real post instead of just tags bc I had a breakthrough on his character development in the tags of my last post.

Dirthail, when we first meet him in the Brecilian Forest, is aggressively anti-human. He and Tamlen kill the humans who found the ruin without a second thought. It's not the first time he's killed shems, not at all, but it's the first time it's had distinct negative consequences for Clan Sabrae(we know that the effects are the same whether he kills them or not, but in game, he's caused a great deal of danger to his clan).

He loses Tamlen, the first person he's ever loved, because of those shem, and he blames them for it. And he blames Duncan, too! Duncan should have found Tamlen, not him. Duncan should hexes looked harder for him.

And then Duncan, despite his rage and hatred, recruits him. Saves him from the Taint. On their hike to Ostagar, Duncan lets him rant and rave about anything and everything, and he listens. He listens to what Dirthail says, and takes his concerns seriously.

He expects to be looked down on by the Wardens for his ears and his vallaslin, but there are other Dalish among them, who are seen as equal to the human or dwarven Wardens.

The Wardens die. He meets Morrigan, who is human but knows Dalish magic, who is as bewildered by shem society as he is. He gets close to her, to Alistair, even to Leliana to some extent. They're not just shem to him now, they're people. And his hardline, all shem can die stance softens, a lot, because these people he loves are shem, too.

Dirthail, as we meet him at the beginning of Origins, would join Fen'Harel for the promise of elvhen liberation, and he wouldn't even blink at the idea of it killing all humans. That almost makes it more tempting, to him.

But by the end of Origins and beginning of Awakening, he wouldn't. He was willing to sacrifice himself to save Thedas, despite everything, and having done it, he isn't willing to throw that away. He's gotten Ostagar for the Dalish, he's gotten an Alienage turned into a Bannorn with an elf as the Bann. Things are getting better.

~~~

I'm not saying this is necessarily a good thing in his development(oppressed people don't need to soften their radical politics to be good people!!), but I've been trying to figure out why the way I write Early Dirthail and Late-game/Awakening Dirthail are so different from each other while still definitelythe same chara, and I've figured out why!

It's interesting, bc most of my Wardens get hardened by becoming a Warden, similarly to how you can harden Leli or Alistair, but Dirthail was actively softened by it.

#dirthail mahariel #oc meta

[thiefbird]

Regret 

"You... Lethallin..." 

Creators, it couldn't be. Dirth fell to his knees in front of the ghoul. "Tamlen, ma vhenan..." 

"Don't go near me!" he snapped, cringing back. "Stay away!" 

The ghoul snapped his teeth at Dirth's outstretched hand before flinging himself away from camp, off into the woods. Dashing tears from his eyes, Dirth chased after him, easily catching up to the frail husk of his former love. Tamlen was curled up in the gnarled roots of a tree, hands clutching at himself, tearing at the paper-thin skin stretched over his bones. "Don't look at me!" he begged. "Am sick. Sick like the dead." 

Dirth slowly crouched down. "We can help you, Tam," he murmured, reaching out for him. Tamlen flinched, but let Dirth delicately touch his shoulder. "Don't be afraid, ma vhenan." 

Tamlen shook his head frantically,  tearing at what little hair remained on his scalp. "No help. No... help for me..." He snapped his teeth at Dirth's arm, making the smaller elf jump. 

"The song... in my head. It... calls to me. It sings to me! I can't... stop it." He ducked away, scrabbling backwards in the dirt. "Don't want... to hurt you, lethallin. Please, stop me..."

"Tam, please!" Dirth lunged after him, almost falling on his face. "Let me try to heal you, put you through the Joining! I can't lose you a second time..."

Tamlen shook his head. "Too... too far gone, vhenan. Cannot help me. Gone down in the deep with the rot."

"Please, lethallin... ar lath ma..." Dirth whispered, tears streaming down his face as he pulled the ghoul into his arms.

"Always... loved you. So.. sorry." Suddenly, the ghoul snarled, twisting in Dirth's arms to sink his teeth into Dirthail's neck. Dirth gasped as hot blood ran down his throat and soaked into the neck of his tunic, and shoved himself back. He only realized moments later that he'd shoved his knife into Tamlen's ribcage, defending himself on instinct.

Dirth sobbed, crumpling to the ground in a miserable heap as Tamlen choked on his final breath. He had no clue how long he stayed there, crying in the dirt, but suddenly Alistair was hovering over him, concern radiating from him.

"Who was that?" he asked softly as he helped Dirth to his feet. Dirth leaned his weight gratefully against the taller man.

"His name was Tamlen," he whispered hoarsely. "My Tamlen..." Another wave of sobs wracked his body.

"Tamlen? Then... he was the one who was with you when you..." Alistair paused, wrapping his arms around Dirth's smaller frame. "I'm so sorry, Dirth. This is what happens when the Taint is left unchecked. It's... it's better for him, to have it end. It was a mercy."

Dirthail shuddered in Alistair's arms. "He knew me, Ali... he knew me! And I killed him..."

Alistair pulled back and cupped Dirth's cheek in his palm. "I heard him. He wanted you to end it." Dirth closed his eyes, nodding, and allowed Alistair to lead him the rest of the way back to camp.

~~~

Dirth crouched down in the tall grass, stalking forwards silently as he approached his quarry. Suddenly, he sprang forwards, tackling Tamlen to the ground and laughing as they rolled together down the hill.

"Dirth, lethallin!" Tamlen spluttered as they landed at the base, Dirth straddling his hips. "No fair."

"All's fair in love and war!" Dirth replied in a singsong voice, pinning the taller elf's wrists to the ground triumphantly.

"And which is this?" Tamlen's voice dropped in pitch.

"A little bit of both?" Dirth leaned down and brushed his lips against Tamlen's, before darting away into the grass again.

They took turns hunting each other through the long grass until they were laughing too hard to sneak. They lay, breathless, in a tangle of limbs, happy and relaxed. Dirthail leaned up on his elbow to grin down at his Tamlen, and-

"Dirthail," Alistair said softly. "It's time to pack up camp."

Dirth blinked the sleep from his eyes and squinted up at Alistair. "I'll be out shortly," he muttered, turning away and curling in on himself. He wanted nothing more than to disappear back into the fade, back to the dream, Tamlen's arms. But there was a Blight to end.

Also posted at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39549006

#dirthail mahariel #Dirthail x tamlen #mahariel x tamlen #mahariel x Alistair #if you squint #thiefbird writes #dragon age #dragon age fanfiction

[thiefbird]

Domestic Fluff prompts: "wiping a bit of frosting (or smth else) off of their cheek while eating and taking it for themself"

For Dirthail and Alistair

It was a nice night. They'd splurged to stay at the inn in Redcliffe, spending coin they probably didn't have for a hot bath and food with actual spices. And a real bed. Creators, he was looking forward to the bed.

Alistair dropped onto the bench beside him, an enormous slice of pie balanced on his plate. "The pie is to die for!" he said excitedly, shoving a spoonful in his mouth immediately.

Dirthail hummed softly, happy to see Alistair so happy. His fellow Warden he been downcast - understandably so - since they'd reached Redcliffe. It was good to see his smile again.

Dirth finished his stew, chatting idly with Morrigan. She was incredibly curious about his scant training as the Keeper's Second, from before they realized how weak his connection to the Beyond was. He tried his best to answer her questions, but he remembered very little, and could demonstrate even less.

Leaning sideways into Alistair, Dirth watched him finish off the pie. He'd made a mess of it, a streak of berry high on his cheek. Dirthail grinned, twisting on the bench, and swiped his thumb across the smear, pooping it in his mouth.

"Mmm... It IS good!" he explained as Alistair flushed red.

@dadrunkwriting

#dadwc #dragon age drunk writing circle #da drunk writing circle #dirthail mahariel #alistair theirin #my first dadwc!

[thiefbird]

I love Spirit Warrior as a class specialisation in DA:O Awakening because I can just headcanon my Dalish warrior as ALSO being a bit of a mage, but better with a sword, and bc Dalish LIKE their mages, they were just like "yeah ok Dirthail CAN do magic but frankly he kinda sucks so why not just let him be a warrior"

And then it turns out he's actually p good at blood magic (hence being a Reaver and Avernus's Concoction)

I love my shitty mage warrior

#without blood magic he can just about summon whisps for light and that's it #dirth is kinda a magic himbo #dirthail mahariel #dragon age oc #Warden oc #mahariel

[thiefbird]

OC asks, 19 and 23 please!

19: do they tend to panic in certain situations or are they more calm?

Dirthail panics internally, but after the Bought he's gotten really good at PRETENDING he's calm, because otherwise Alistair would freak out

23: what is something dumb that irritates them a lot?

In general: he finds the Warden tabards to be really itchy. He actually ended up getting his remade from silk once he became Arl of Vigil's Keep because the wool bothered him too much.

That Morrigan does: that she never wants to cuddle. He respects it and doesn't force it on her, but it makes him sad.

That Alistair did: he found the fact that Alistair liked to lie completely on top of him really annoying, because it was hard to breathe, but now that they aren't friends he misses being squished.

That Anders does: socks, same as Hawke.

#dirthail x anders #dirthail x alistair #Dirthail x Morrigan #dirthail mahariel

[thiefbird]

19, 42, or 48 for the micro story? 😁

I... May have done all three

19: Sea Change, for Anders and Nathaniel Howe(just a HINT of past Nanders)

He was... So different from the flippant young man Nathaniel recalled chasing skirts (and trousers) around the Vigil. Of course he was. But was it only Justice's presence that enacted such a sea change in him?

Nathaniel doubted it. Justice had always been... Idealistic. Almost naive. This new Anders was cynical, beaten, downtrodden. It hurt his heart to see his... To see Anders like this, to see how his time away had hurt him.

42: Savior, for my Warden Dirthail Mahariel Sabrae and Alistair(they have a Complicated Relationship that toes the line between ace-romantic and platonic)(this one got away from me in length)

Sometimes, Alistair wondered how he'd gotten so lucky.

Sure, he'd gotten a rotten start, between Isolde and the Chantry, and then throw in losing Duncan and the other Wardens. But gazing across the campfire, watching Leliana weave a complicated braid into Dirthail's hair, he felt so Maker-damned lucky he could cry.

Until the *harpy* opened her mouth, that is. Alistair didn't understand how Dirthail tolerated her, let alone why he spent his time hunting down baubles and trinkets to gift her.

Morrigan muttered a complaint about the state of tonight's dinner, but before Alistair could formulate a response to defend the honor of his cooking, Dirthail brushed Leliana off and shot Morrigan a nasty look.

"If you'd like to cook, be my guest. Until then, no complaints. *I* think Alistair's cooking is delightful."

Alistair flushed, ducking his head at the unearned praise. Morrigan sneered at him, tossing her head dismissively.

"I do not understand why you forever choose to be his savior, Dirthail. You save him from his responsibilities as senior Grey Warden, you save him from darkspawn, you save him from the slightest criticism," she said haughtily before retreating to her own campfire.

Dirth dropped to the ground beside Alistair, butting his head affectionately into the taller man's shoulder. "Just ignore her, Ali," he murmured softly, leaning his full weight against Alistair's side. "She's just nervous and prickly about going South again."

Alistair sighed mournfully. "She's right, though. You're always coming to my rescue."

"And I always will. I'm your savior. And you're mine."

48: Rampage, for Justice and Anders (this one is kinda sad; I wanted to play with Anders'/Justice's guilt complex, and how they try to atone for their perceived sins)

They'd almost killed a child. A mage child, a young girl they'd meant to rescue.

All because they couldn't control themselves around Templars.

Just the sight of purple and silver made their jaw clench, their shoulders hunch defensively. The Sword of Mercy (they couldn't even laugh at the irony of the name, not after Karl and the mercy they'd shown him) sent them on a rampage. It wasn't safe for them to be around people, but every time they thought to leave, another Darktown resident would appear at the clinic door to halt their packing. They couldn't abandon those who needed them.

And sure they kept working, till the was more lyrium than blood in their veins, till their stomach cramped with hunger, till their fingers bled. And then, just a little bit longer. Always a little bit longer.

#dragon age fanfic #prompts #nanders #nathaniel howe #anders #nathanders #dirthail mahariel #alistair theirin #mahariel x Alistair #mahariel x morrigan #if you squint #justice #i am Justice positive but i don't think Anders is always justice positive and this is his/Justice's pov #thiefbird writes

[thiefbird]

I posted the first chapter of my Dirthail x Anders fic!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39409308/chapters/98627661

#dirthail x anders #anders #dirthail mahariel #mahariel x anders #Warden x Anders

[thiefbird]

Made my Dirthail Mahariel in this picrew:

Look how cute he is!

#Dirthail Mahariel #Dirth's face! #he's so happy looking

[thiefbird]

Hi! OC ask for Dirthail :) Which one of the 7 deadly sins fit your oc more? do they see it as a flaw?

Definitely Sloth. He's real lazy/sleepy, and had a real hard time with Broken Circle because of it.

He doesn't see it as a huge flaw? Like he acknowledges that it's not a GOOD thing, but he isn't putting much effort into changing it lol

#Dirthail Mahariel

[thiefbird]

oc awards ask game: Who wins Outstanding Plot Fucker Upper? :D

Dirth (Dirthail Mahariel Sabrae) because he singlehandedly destroyed the existence of DA2 by taking Anders with him on Witch Hunt

#dirthail mahariel

[thiefbird]

I'm writing Dirthail's Landsmeet and I'm Full Of Feelings

#dirthail mahariel #he and Alistair are gonna get into a Fight