Bg3 X Taskmaster Filed Under 'things That Are Funny To Me And Nobody Else'

bg3 x taskmaster filed under 'things that are funny to me and nobody else'

Young!Ixchel in DA4. Her colors are red, her stone is coral, and she bears the marks of her dragonling encounter across her face along with her vallaslin... and the mark of her near-death experience is reflected in her eyes. i want her head to be covered as if she'd just been smuggled in incognito and is removing her disguise.

still a wip. it's a struggle to get her face as scarred and mauled as i want it to be, and I never expect other artists to get it either, so I gotta learn myself.

happy dadwc friday! for Luca Trevelyan/Dorian: [ loop ] while standing behind the receiver, the sender hooks a finger in the belt loop of their trousers

-inquisimer

Truly the most appropriate prompt for Dorian; the man loves his belts. Super happy with how cute this turned out tho!!

@dadrunkwriting

604 words

Luca awoke, his face smushed against his pen and book, drool on the corner of his lips. He blinked, squinting up at the rest of the library from where he had fallen asleep mid-book. The candles were still lit, though only in the niche him and Dorian had occupied, their wavering flames giving a dancing light that toyed with the endless nooks and crannies of Skyhold.

Picking the sleep from his eyes he glanced around for the other mage, realising that he was alone at the table. Groaning he stumbled to his feet, still clumsy and only half awake into the corridor of the library.

The Tevinter mage was there, still picking through the shelved books, muttering to himself as he did. The other mage noticed as Luca moved towards him- it would be hard not to- though he didn’t move, just shot him a smile before returning to his commentary.

Luca hooked his fingers into one of the hoops of his lover’s many belts, pulling the man back against him, and tucking his nose into the crook of his shoulder. “Shouldn’t you be asleep,” he mumbled, muffled though the sound was against the other man’s skin.

“I could say the same about you my dear,” Dorian replied lightly, tilting his head to brush his cheek against Luca’s hair.

“I was just asleep. What time is it anyway?”

“Some ungodly hour of the morning, I’m not quite sure which.” He tried to take a step forwards to get back within easy reach of the shelf, but Luca pulled him back, mumbling through a petulant complaint against his neck, words slurred so that neither of them could even understand them- assuming that it was words at all. Dorian chuckled, “is this an intervention dear?”

“Yesh.” Luca said, the exhalation tickling against Dorian's spine.

“Can I propose a compromise then?”

“Hmnng…maybe.”

“I choose a book to take with me to the window seat, then we can sit there and you can keep me close and make sure I don’t work too hard.”

Luca was silent for so long that Dorian almost checked he hadn’t fallen asleep right there. Thankfully he hadn’t, though the guess was closer to the mark than Luca would have liked. “Yeah. That sounds good.”

“Wonderful, then you head over to the seat and - oh no, you’re still holding on. Come then, let me just grab this tome, and just one extra for good luck, and then you can cuddle up with me as much as you want.”

“Mmmhhng.”

~~~

Hm, I believe we should have a copy of The Treaty of Antiva from the Storm Age… Josephine thought to herself as she came up the stairs to the library. It should be just over…oh!

She turned the corner into the first niche and saw the two mages curled up in the window seat. Luca’s arms were wrapped loosely around Dorian’s stomach, and he had tucked his head against Dorian, fitting the curve of his brow against his shoulder.

Dorian on the other hand had his head lolled back against the other mage, and she could swear she could hear the slight sound of snoring? He had three books which had ended up balanced between his legs, though neither had been opened at all by the looks of it. Smiling and with a bounce in her step, she went down to arrange a blanket to be brought up and for the library to be closed for some maintenance this morning. She had most of the treaty memorised anyway.

Hi Crabs! How about "strange is the call of this strange man" for Mara x Zev? Happy writing!

ALRIGHT SO. I really just took this prompt and ran away with it in a completely different direction. The original quote is from a song, and its about Euridice being tempted into the underworld by Hades who is promising her safety from poverty, y'know sad n tragic n all that good stuff.

I however, in all my genius, bring to you: Zevran trying to do a crow impression.

@dadrunkwriting

A Crow by Any Other Call. 479 words.

“Do you even know what a crow sounds like?”

“Of course I do mi amor! I am one after all!” They were only slightly drunk. Well, to be more precise, Mara was only slightly drunk. Zevran was one drink away from the dictionary definition of ‘plastered’. Scratch that. Half a drink.

Mara snorted, “okay, so do it again.”

Zevran cleared his throat, stopping in the middle of the pathway that led to their rented accommodation. “Okay, here goes. Hcaw! Hcaw!”

The laughter burst out of Mara’s stomach out of nowhere, enough that she saw several globules of spit fling through the air. “That is not at all what a crow sounds like Zev.”

He wobbled over to her, with what his imbibed brain likely though was a seductive smile, though it would have been more effective if he did not keep readjusting it to a look that was somehow even more ridiculous than the last one. He leaned in close and draping his arm over her shoulder (for balance even as he tried to cover that fact up), whispering right into her ear, “should I try again my dearest most loveliest Warden?”

“I have a feeling you will try no matter what I say,” she said, attempting to talk through the waves of laughter that were rocking through her.

“Mmm quite right indeed.” He leaned back, tilting his head back to crow into the sky, at first removing his arm from around her, but quickly recalculating when he began to tip backwards. He sucked in a deep breath even as Mara was spluttering with laughter next to him. “CAw-ghhh!” His impression caught in his throat and he coughed violently through the words, still attempting the impression even as his lungs betrayed him.

Mara laughed, her belly aching, and started pulling him along with her back to their rooms. “Okay, well that was somehow worse than your first three attempts!”

Zevran just looked at her with a love struck grin, and pressed a sloppy and wet kiss to her cheek, “have I ever told you how beautiful your- your- ears are!”

“Ears? That's what you’re going with?” Mara asked, her eyebrow discovering new heights.

She wasn’t sure if his brain just didn’t process her words or he just ignored them, “your ears are the perfect shape, and the- the- angel- no. The- the-.”

“The angle?”

“Yes! The angle! Perfect! Wonderful! Absolutely and truly sublime!”

Mara grinned, scrunching up her face to the favour, a kiss on his cheek, long and lips pressed hard against his skin, releasing him with a loud ‘mwah’ sound. “Compliments aren’t going to get me to say your crow impression was good you know my love.”

“Ah well, it was worth a shot,” he said. Though since Mara turned away, neither her nor any other being was able to witness the puppy dog eyes of love that Zevran gave her as he beheld the magnificence of her ear, pale against her dark hair with a simple golden earring hanging from its lobe.

if he had a tail he'd be wagging it