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lexsssu · 2 years
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My landsmeet in a nutshell
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vakarians-babe · 1 year
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"You know, one good thing about the Blight is how it brings people together."
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lgvalenzuela · 2 months
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It takes him a while to realize she's actually serious and she does find him funny
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alienturnipp · 1 year
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Holiday gift for @marhikit 💖💖
Paraluman has a gorgeous array of clothes, and I'm especially in love with her wedding attire, so I decided to draw my own interpretation of her & Alistair dancing at their wedding, blissfully happy 💕
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artist-rat · 1 year
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commission for @donttelljim of their Cousland and Alistair 💛💛
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flashhwing · 1 year
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accidentally triggered Alistair's rose scene in the middle of the zombie fight at Redcliffe and lemme tell u there's nothing like telling your crush to strip out of his armor while knights and zombies are duking it out around you and in the background the ramparts are on fire
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My favourite thing after you romance Alistair is the background conversations that your party have about them while you’re walking around.
There’s literally a conversation where Wynne basically implies that Alistair has been staring at my character’s ass and he’s mortified to be caught lmao meanwhile my oc Wynn is just stood there listening to it
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bbspiinchh · 1 year
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dragon age drawings from sketchbook babeyy
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llysaan · 2 years
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Inktober Day 12: Loss
Some post Ostagar vibes. The babes need some hugs 💙
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pisscrossiant · 4 days
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Dragon age origins ROMANCE Headcanons [part 1?]
Starting with my favorites to least favorites
Leliana
She is a major cuddler, she's constantly hugging, spooning, and kissing you when she gets the chance.
She always stays by your side during battle she's too worried to leave you alone in case you getting hurt.
She constantly has nightmares where you betray her like Marjolaine did, or where you are murdered by Marjolaine.
She loves playing with your hair, she'll put bows in it, she'll braid it, put it in pigtails or twin braids, if she's sitting next to you she'll reach over to your hair so she can twirl it in her fingers.
Zevran
He's big on aftercare, he'll make sure you're comfortable afterwards, make sure you're clean and warm, he'll get you food. It's one of his ways to show you how much he cares.
He loves PDA, he likes showing people that you're with him. Whether this is grabbing you by the waist, kissing you, or holding your hand, he finds someway to show his love.
He's had nightmares of you being in Rinna's place, or of Talisan killing you (this one's inspired by a post I saw)
He constantly hangs on you, he'll have his arms wrapped around your shoulders, holding you from behind and resting his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arm around your torso, anything he just hangs on you when y'all are doing anything together.
Morrigan
She has a hard time adjusting to being loved, she never experienced love from her mother or any other person so it takes a while for her to get used to you expressing your love for her.
Instead of holding your hand or holding your torso like the others, when walking she'll just walk very close to you. Even though you're together doesn't mean she constantly wants to be touched.
She's had thoughts of what could happen to you, you either dying at a darkspawns hand or dying when you slay the arch demon. She has thoughts like that constantly, she's terrified that is what will become of you one day.
She gets very possessive of you to people she doesn't know/doesn't like, she'll pretty much latch onto you and give terrifying glares to the person you're talking too.
Alistair
He gets so embarrassed when anyone mentions how cute you two are together, or how he looks at you. He'll turn into a stuttering mess if someone talks about your relationship.
He doesn't like PDA or anything besides holding hands and hugs, but behind closed doors He's attached to you, he's hugging you, kissing you, etc. He won't leave you alone.
He constantly lays awake at night thinking about how you could die at any moment, how you can die easily by a darkspawn if the camp is ambushed, how an assassin can take you out, how you will most likely die if you kill the arch demon. He doesn't get much sleep because of it.
He's very awkward, this is his first relationship after all, he doesn't know what to do when he's around you or how to act, he's honestly just a hot mess half the time.
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Might make this into a series, I will gladly take any Headcanon requests if anyone has any prompts they want me to talk about!
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wickedsnack-art · 1 year
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Ziphrane Mahariel, Martyr of Ferelden, and Alistair Theirin before he became King.
🌸 MY COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN 🌸 more info at link in source!
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laurelsofhighever · 1 year
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Early mornings in the Theirin-Cousland household. His feet went numb an hour ago. And he needs to pee.
The image popped into my head and refused to leave. And then I gave up on it  😅
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pinayelf · 10 months
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Commission for @vakarians-babe of hir Talvinder Cousland and Alistair ❤️
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inquisimer · 1 month
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happy friday mer!!! for your mahariel/alistair, "❛ if only the time and space between us wasn’t lonely ❜"
happy dadwc kia and ty for the prompt! it's sad mahariel hours in my house (it's always sad mahariel hours in my house) ;-;
for @dadrunkwriting
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Sari used the cover of darkness to sneak back into Denerim. When she left, months ago, she’d planned to stay away forever. Even now, with corpses cleared and buildings repaired, ghosts lingered on each and every cobblestone.
But she had to come. Her heart beat against the scrap of paper in her breast pocket, an unsigned message in loopy writing: it is built.
When she rounded the corner up Queen’s Row, Sari’s breath caught. Alongside the palace gates stood a new structure, gleaming in the moonlight. A proud, silver-plated griffon perched on the roof, wings unfurled, about to take flight. Piles of flowers and coin and ribbons cluttered the entrance where a magical flame flickered, blue and undying to honor the one who gave his life to save them all.
Sari kept her hood drawn, past the lone guard and all the way up to the shrine. A few pieces of armor (that she knew to be fakes), a glass case over a polished medal, and a sword affixed to the wall above it. That was real—there could be no mistaking the dried flecks of the archdemon’s Blighted blood.
A smooth inscription in the marble read:
Alistair Theirin Warrior | Grey Warden | Hero of the Fifth Blight In Death, Sacrifice.
She placed her hands over the words so that she wouldn’t have to see the terrible code that condemned him to die. As soon as her palms touched cool stone, her knees gave way; she sank to the floor and pressed her forehead to it instead, tasting salt on her tongue as tears made their lonely, inevitable journey to the floor.
I miss you, she cried, silent. I cannot do this alone.
She had not been allowed to grieve for Tamlen. But there was no one in this world or the next, no quest or crisis that could keep her from anguish now. Not when her love was gone to ashes.
They should have been heroes together. Or he should be here, and she in the gilded urn, just a legend, a myth. That’s what she would be, anyway. The people who claimed to exalt her did not recognize her pointed ears or tattooed face—their eyes glazed over her where they would have latched on to Alistair.
You should be here.
She could feel the tears ending, for now. Just as well—she could not linger, lest she invite Leliana to descend her perch from the palace. And she could not bear the presence of her friend, not now, no matter how dear, no matter how she’d covered for Sari’s absence with both the crown and the crowds. Her touch was too gentle and forgiving to survive the barbs that Sari would stake into her if they met now.
With shaking hands, she loosed the leather cord from her neck. She felt off-balance without the weight of the tiny vial at her throat, but she set it alongside the other offerings at the shrine. The dark, sludgy concoction within oozed and warped as it settled.
Sari knelt before the shrine once more and pressed a kiss just over his name. How cold the stone was beneath her lips; the hardness sealed itself in her heart as she stood and wiped her face.
Ar lath ma, vhenan.
With each step she took, pieces of her fell away. A myth, a legend, a cautionary tale left in her wake.
The Hero of Ferelden left Ferelden behind.
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snowfolly · 1 year
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Join me as I make doodles whilst replaying the first three DA games and getting all the feels for my favorite romances yet again. God I LOVE Alistair, the most wholesome romance I pursue canonically 🥲 (Also looking for active DA blogs to follow!)
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feymaid · 9 months
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She modified the armor to be more practical 😔
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