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Ladies of Thedas Week 2018

@ladies-of-thedas / ladies-of-thedas.tumblr.com

A week celebrating the women of Thedas, running this October 7 - 14. We are tracking #LadiesOfThedas2018 so make sure it is in your first five tags.
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Hi - I sent a submission for LoT and it was never posted, and I just wondered if it maybe didn't go through. Could you verify for me whether or not you received it? The rules said that links were to be submitted rather than posted with a tag, so that's what I did.

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Hi there! It looks like we received one link submission from you, and it was posted here on Day 5. We did not make the post directly from the submission, however. For submitted links, we made separate posts [with AO3 links included] that had summaries and character lists formatted for tumblr so that they would be more visible! Apologies for any confusion this may have caused.

If you made anymore submissions, then it does not appear we received them.

Thank you for checking in with us. We absolutely do not want to miss one of these wonderful posts!

- accidentalapostate

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INKTOBER - 09 - PRECIOUS

im having to ruin my Aesthetic™ and post that one out of order to squish it in @ladies-of-thedas

(this adaar is a former saarebas)

kintsugi is a japanese art of repairing broken things with gold. being broken is not the end and someones care makes it beautiful

josephine is golden, with her shiny dress and heart of gold, she is a respite, she is someone to whom the inquisitor turns to be away from the war for a moment, and feel like home, and its healing

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Ladies of Thedas, Part 1

Svarah Sun-Hair ~ Quartermaster Threnn ~ Arcanist Dagna

Agent Charter ~ Yvette Gabriella Montilyet ~ Lysette

Warden-Commander Clarel de Chanson ~ Grand Enchanter Fiona ~ Magister Calpernia

(my screenshots)

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mothers. (ladies of thedas #6)

rating: t

word count: 1k~

prompt: “family & home

summary: the mother we’ve known throughout the series, including leandra hawke; kalah brosca; fiona; morrigan; eleanor cousland; and flemeth.

warning(s): mentioned & depicted child abuse, alcoholism, death

a/n: i’m so busy, this’ll have to be my last addition. i really wanted to write this piece, however, so here it is.

for ladies of thedas appreciation week 2018: (x)

i. “You don’t know my mother.”

Malcolm promises open skies, fields of gold, a farm stretching as far as the eye can see. He gives her that, in Lothering. His brown skin glistens, bones finally free, working the land. She stays indoors, a hand on her swollen belly, feet sore. Fingers poised for needlework learn how to peel, cut, and scrape together a meal barely fit for dogs. Her eldest is bright and growing like a weed. All her clothes and toys will be passed down, so Leandra tells her to be careful, but she runs and dances in the grass. A twinkle on her fingertips, happy, hotter than the sun. Then, she comes home with half her dress in cinders, soot mixed with sweat.

Leandra yells until her voice breaks, a two-year old faced with every ache and bad day no woman her age should know. Little Hawke runs, in tears, her father behind her. A panicked glance back. The front door slams. Leandra stays in the kitchen, if it can be called that. She loves her husband. She loves her children, but it takes returning to Kirkwall to realize she never loved her life with them.

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the wind in my sails - Isabela/Bethany, Ladies of Thedas Appreciation Week

Bit of a canon adjustment here - Isabela has Castillon’s ship, but he’s dead. I never saw any convincing reason why we could not just murder Castillon *and* take his ship, other than that the game wanted to make us ~choose~ between Doing The Right Thing and Getting Good Stuff. Sometimes, you can have both. 

This is intended to be set in the One Elegant Solution ‘verse, but it can also completely stand on its own.

the wind in my sails isabela/bethany, post-Kirkwall

She feels the wind shift through the bones of her ship, the flapping of the canvas and lines, the creaking of the wood. The Siren’s Fury is more lively in the water now that most of her passengers have disembarked; Isabela didn’t regret taking them on, taking them all to safety out of Kirkwall, but their combined weight had made her ship wallow in the water like a drunken pig.

 Highever fell away on the horizon behind them, the last stop for most of her passengers. They’d let the mages off wherever along the route they wanted to go as long as it was along the way. Some of them still had family around Kirkwall, or elsewhere in the Free Marches, and they’d all trickled off the ship one by one – but a solid dozen of them had had nowhere to go back to. Ferelden with its mage-friendly government was a safer place for a group of refugees than anywhere in the Free Marches, and Highever was a big enough place to have a solid continent of the Mage’s Collective. They’d see to their own, Isabela was fairly sure; in the meantime she had her ship back, cleared of landlubber passengers.

 All but one.

 The wind shifted again as Bethany climbed up the ladder and mounted the deck, looking a little wide-eyed and unsure still as the shore slid back on the horizon and water filled the vista around. She stepped up to the rail and stared over it, gripping the railing, and drew in a breath as though to inhale the whole world.

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