Finished commission of Garrus for @amatusendura! 🥰💖✨

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still don't know what i was thinking while drawing this

when your family asks if they can read what you’re writing

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Watch: Jesse Williams is done with these excuses

“Democracy is not a sham, it’s a job. It’s our job. And it took too goddamn long to get it to just let it slide.”

Listen to Marcus y'all

Vote. Because to vote is to show you are still willing to fight.

Here's something nobody ever mentions about testosterone:

Voice changing can be painful. You might think you just mysteriously got sick for like 3 weeks and start to worry abut why you're not feeling better. All my friends were worried about me.

Until one day I was chatting with one of my cis male friends who is closer to the trans community than all the others, and when I complained about the sore throat he just casually said "oh yeah, well your voice is changing. It's not surprising your throat would be sore."

and I was like "Really? That's a thing that happens?"

And yeah, apparently when dudes' voices are changing it hurts for a little while, but cis guys just don't talk about it for some reason? and then when they grow up they forget what it felt like going through puberty as a teen.

So, if you're on T and get a sore throat in the first or second month, don't panic. I've been informed that this is normal.

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Time Past - Chapter 58

Word Count: 1,382

Warnings: The End

Find this fic in its entirety at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11423880/chapters/53360149

The journey back was a leisurely one.  They had a whole caravan of Kestrel’s mounts from Skyhold to take back to Tevinter, afterall.  After a tearful goodbye from Dennett, at least the harts and horses, and a light pat to the drascolisks and giant nug, they set off with Dalish and Taeven joining them.  Neither knew how to access the eluvian that had brought them to Skyhold, and Dorian promised a concerned Dalish he’d help him with the studies he was missing.

The journey back was an uneventful one.  Kestrel practice attuning himself to the quirks of his new arm with Taeven’s aid while Dorian and Dalish worked on his magic studies.  Kestrel often found himself staring at the two of them, admiring their growing bond during the trip.

The journey back was an emotional one.

“You know, there is a path to adoption,” Taeven whispered one time when Kestrel found himself staring again with a fond smile.

Immediately, his attention was on Taeven.  “There is?”

“Sure.  If you have a magister sponsor the adoption, no one will even look twice.  He’d take the Pavus name and become an official heir.”

“That’s wonderful news!  I have to check with Dorian, but I’m sure he would agree.”

“Would I?”

Kestrel jumped and turned his attention to Dorian.  Both him and Dalish were watching him with similar expressions full of love and amusement, although Dalish’s eyes sparkled with unshed tears.  That could only mean one thing.  “You already went through with the adoption, didn’t you?” Kestrel said, prodding Dorian in the chest with the accusation, struggling to keep his own tears in check.

“Before we left for Skyhold, I had the papers drawn up.  I was going to surprise you with them once we returned home.  Everyone was to keep quiet until then, but then I guess some of us are better at keeping secrets than others,” Dorian answered, looking pointedly at Taeven.  “Dalish kept the secret better than you, you old man!”

Taeven grinned and shrugged.  “My memory must’ve failed me.”

They all started laughing and didn’t stop until they were wiping tears from their eyes and embracing.  

Kestrel had gained so much in the last month, it overshadowed everything that had been taken from him.  He’d gained a husband, a son, friends, both new and old, and they all made up his family.  That found family was his true happiness.

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Time Past - Chapter 57

Word Count: 4,689

Warnings: NSFW - it’s their wedding night and it’s very explicit ;)

Weekly updates on AO3.  Find this fic in its entirety at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11423880/chapters/53110393

Here’s the update that was posted today on AO3!

The sky darkened in color to true night when most would already be asleep, yet the celebration in their honor continued at the tavern.  Dorian and Kestrel shared in the festivities for a time, but the need to be alone and together grew and grew until they stole away.  

Hands had already undone belts and leather before they made it to Kestrel’s tower room.  At the bottom of the stairs, Kestrel’s heavy robe landed with a thud on the floor.

Dorian backed up the stairs, lips still locked with Kestrel as his own outer garment fluttered to the floor.

Muttering against Dorian’s mouth, Kestrel complained, “Why’d you have to wear more clothes tonight than your other wedding?”

Dorian chuckled before smothering Kestrel with another heart-stopping kiss.

As they cleared the steps, Kestrel pulled the golden tie loose from Dorian’s hair before grabbing the freed locks in his hand and tugged.

They parted with a pleased gasp from Dorian.  His face was flushed, evident even against his darker skin, and his arousal strained against his pants, clearly longing for release without the robe to cover the thin fabric beneath.  “You make me breathless, husband of mine,” Dorian whispered.

Husband.  He was Dorian’s husband.  The thought punched him in the gut, and Kestrel grimaced against fresh tears and raw emotion that threatened to overwhelm him.

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Time Past - Chapter 56

Word Count: 3,591

Warnings: talk of past trauma, All The Fluff

Weekly updates going forward until the story is finished.  Find this fic in its entirety on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11423880/chapters/52909252

I am sooooo bad about updating Tumblr.  I’m sorry, guys!  I posted this last week ^^;  Commission done by the wonderful @istehlurvz​ which perfectly fits the wedding scene.

The next morning, Kestrel woke up alone, fingers ghosting over an empty space next to him in the bed.  The sheets were cool to the touch.  Dorian hadn’t been in bed for a while.  With a disappointed groan, Kestrel turned over in bed to face the balcony.  And Cole.

Kestrel jerked back, sitting up.  Not only was Cole present, but another man stood beside him.

Kestrel clutched the sheets close to him, very aware of his nudity in front of the stranger.  “Can I…help you?” he asked, embarrassed.

“He asked to see you.  Given your intimate past with him, I didn’t think you would mind.”

Kestrel looked the visitor over and couldn’t deny the fact that there was something familiar about him.  Between his long, dark hair with short shorn sides and gray eyes, he looked like he could be related to Dorian.  And then he smiled.

Kestrel froze in horror.  “You…it’s you!”  He clutched the sheet to him tighter.

Cole frowned.  “I thought it would be okay, but you’re not happy.”

“Of course I’m not, Cole!  This….creature, he raped me.”

“We were both forced into a task we’d rather not do,” the non-Dorian said.

Swallowing hard, Kestrel forced himself to ignore the demon and continued addressing Cole.  “He may be wearing a different face, but I recognize him as the demon he is.”

“He’s no longer a desire demon.  Once his captor died, he was released from his shackles and returned to the Fade.  There, he was able to regain his true form as a spirit of purpose.”

“Yes, which is why I wanted to see you, Kestrel.  To thank you.  You freed me with Master’s death.  And to apologize.  Being pulled from the Fade by force twists us, corrupts us.  I was as much enslaved by my need to feed on your and Master’s desires as I was by the summoning itself.  I regret the harm I caused you.”

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Time Past - Chapter 55

Word Count: 3,713

Warning: depression, memories of past trauma, NSFW - mutual masturbation

Weekly updates going forward until the story is finished.  Find this fic in its entirety on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11423880/chapters/52591321

Realized I forgot to post this here so it’s a bit late!

The next several weeks were exhausting as Kestrel worked to rebuild his body that had wasted away.  Although he added weight back, he felt lighter and lighter with each passing day, his burdens sloughing away as his body and mind healed in the bright house surrounded by those that cared for him.

He had a constant companion, normally Dorian and Dalish, but sometimes Alvinius or Taeven.  Even Atronis hovered in the background at times, although usually only if Alvinius was near.  Kestrel didn’t miss the fleeting touches or warm glances they shared, and he found himself hoping something more would grow between the two.  It would be a welcomed, happy ending for those two to fall in love with each other after suffering through their own unrequited love.

It took a week before he could bathe himself without Dorian to fret over him, two before he could walk unaided.  

Dalish pumped healing magic through him with every small touch, even sharing the bed with him and Dorian to keep a trickle running into him, much to Dorian’s increasing displeasure.  They kept their own touches chaste in Dalish’s presence, plus they knew Kestrel didn’t have the strength for anything strenuous.  

Even the nightmares seemed to sense his exhaustion and stayed away, although that was likely due to Dorian wrapping his arms around Kestrel each night, allowing him to shelter in his warm embrace, and Dalish holding onto his hand even through sleep.

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Making my way downtown, with my bro walking all of my friends here ta na na na na na na!

PART 1 ヽ(゜∇゜)ノ [Part 2] Fenris, look, if he doesn’t make any discounts it means that he doesn’t make any discounts, eh.

[ITA VERS]

PART 2ヽ(゜∇゜)ノ [Part 1 previous << ] *Merrill voice* wOW Fenris you are so good at dealing with humans! I still have a lot to learn, I’m not good as you… I always feel like I’m annoying them! *3* Also, you know how quickly news spreads in Kirkwall…

MWAHAHAHA I love this so hard! <3

Bwahahaha this was awesome, but that last panel had me laughing so hard

@pikapeppa have you seen this one?

A kiss?

I managed to draw something, yay. Merry Christmas, everyone!