Have a little Wip Whenever, because I'm really proud of it.

Faith followed Merrill outside, looking at the small shrine to Falon’Din Merrill had already prepared.

“I’m sorry it’s so small, but I hope it will do for just us.” Merrill said, locking the door and walking up to Faith.

“No, it’s perfect. Me and my father use a similar one, actually.” The shrine had a small statue of Falon’Din, wielding a staff and an owl flying above him. Around the statue were a bunch of small candles, and two slightly larger candles on a stick.

Merrill and Faith both got on their knees in front of the shrine, and grabbed the larger candles. Merrill grabbed a matchbox from her pockets and took out a match, lighting it and using it to light both candles. With the candles lit, Merrill led with a small poem in Elvhen.

“Ma sahlin’al sa sethenerin, an dellan era mirthadra din. Ma serannas Falon’Din ghilana ma lath dinan’an, la desin vallas var lethallen in elgar’an”    while Merrill said the Renin’din, the words of the dead, both Faith and Merrill used the candles they were holding to light the ones around the shrine, starting at the outside and meeting eachother at the middle.

Portraits! Of da2 characters, because I don’t have time for anything more interesting these days

"You're a Failure, and your family died knowing it."

I finally finished it!

I got majorly distracted with only 2 sections of this left, and it gathered dust for a bit. But here it is! All the angst!

My Emmit Hawke, purple and unromanced. He's just very tired and never given a break, so might as well strand him in the Fade, right? (I love my Hawke, promise)

There was originally a part 2 that has a bit more of a hopeful tune to leaving him behind, but I dunno if I'll get to that. We'll see.

All mages love cats

Настав час буковинської відьми Мерріл! Як роздуплюся з записом таймлапсів в Кріті, викладу потім ще й відео.

Merril styled as a Ukrainian witch from the foresty region of Bukovyna.

Раніше я вже малювала Фенріса-козака та Ґоука-шляхтича. She joins the similarly styled sketches of Fenris and Hawke I did in 2022. Who should I draw next? ;)

a merry band of misfits 🦅

some guys i adore ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

Replaying DA2 again. Missed these freaks

Hawke Hawke And The Terrible Horrible No Good Day of Domestic Terrorism (aka the final part of mine and @highladyofdusk's da2 playthrough!!)

(donation doodles! // tip jar)

Dragon Age Banter 3/???

Fenris & Merrill

...nothing in the world belongs to me, but my love...

(lyrics: Mitski, "My Love is Mine All Mine")

I wish to be by your side (preview)

Chapter 5 of my fic Tender Love warms Cold Hearts, called “I wish to be by your side” is out now! You can check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35165338/chapters/107089881 Or check out this preview:    It was depressingly quiet at the Hanged Man, and perhaps it was more fitting of the name than the usual revelry Merrill associated with the tavern. She supposed the quiet would mostly be because of the early hour, but Merrill’s heart was similarly quiet and depressed for a different reason.  “Kitten, there you are! what’s wrong?” Isabela waved over from the table she sat at with Anders and Varric.  “Oh, I didn’t notice you all, sorry. Good morning.” Merrill greeted them, standing sheepishly in front of two open seats.  “Daisy, are you okay? You seem a bit… out of it.” Varric asked, looking up from the files he was reading through.  “Oh no, don’t tell me you are having a… blood deficit.” Anders didn’t look at her, focussing only on his drink  “Anders, I’m fine. I would never be that careless.” Merrill wanted to bite back, they rarely ran into each other since Merrill risked her life helping Anders in the chantry, but whenever they did, tensions quickly rose high. In the end, Merrill decided peace was a better outcome. “It is good to see you outside of the clinic, I hope everything is going well there.”  “It’s Darktown, when do things ever go well there? have you ever even been down there? Nevermind, I’m here to relax, not think about work. What do you want anyway?”  “What? I go down there all the time! Me and Varric brought you a bunch of medicine just yesterday.”  “So what? As if you’re even aware of the people around you, or the impact you have on them.” “I don’t need this. I’m not here for you Anders, as much as I wish you didn’t feel the need to judge me so. I’m looking for Hawke, I tried calling her but she won’t pick up.”  “Kitten, you’re still trying to talk to Hawke? Just get her off your mind, she got you into a mess with that magister and you got hurt for it.”  “That’s not what this is about Isabela. I got myself hurt, doing what I believed was the right thing. And I have no regrets over it.”  “Tell yourself that. You need to forget about Hawke, I think you should-“  Isabella was interrupted by Varric clearing his throat and standing up. “That’s enough of that. Merrill, I need to pop by a few places in the market, I could use some company.”  “Thank you Varric, I’d love to come with you.”  Quickly, the elf and dwarf left the two brooding humans by themselves in the Lowtown tavern. Varric let Merrill take a moment to calm herself down before speaking up.  “Sorry about all that. If I knew you were coming I’d hang outside to meet you first. I don’t think those two are in a good mood today.”  “I just don’t get it. I’ve been nothing but nice to Anders. And what is Isabela on about? I know she got in a fight with Hawke back in the Alienage, but is she really pushing that onto me?”  “I don’t know Daisy, I wish I did. I’m good with people in general, but all of this… I don’t know.”  “It’s probably best to ignore it. I don’t have the energy to deal with this right now.”  Varric nodded, giving everything some time to rest in its place calmly before speaking up again, fearing he was about to tear at a new sensitive spot.  “So… you were looking for Hawke? I haven’t seen her for days. I don’t know what’s up with her.”  “Do you think this is because of me? Was I wrong for getting angry at her?”  “Is this about all that stuff back in the magister’s mansion? Andraste’s tits… sorry, had no idea it was all so related.”  “Don’t apologise to me, it’s not my religion.” Merrill let out a soft chuckle “And I think it is. She just looked like I was the one offending her, I don’t fully understand it.”  “I don’t think she felt offended. She cares for you, I think seeing you injured made her feel… I don’t know, worried? scared?” By the maker, Merrill, don't make me spell this out.    “Talking down to people isn’t a good way to show you care, or I’d have a lot more people caring about me.” “You’re right, but that’s not what I mean. Her… friendship with you, it’s important to her. I think seeing you injured made her worry about things getting worse. And maybe she’s afraid now that you won’t be her friend anymore because you’re angry.”  “Then why can’t she just tell me that? This is all so confusing. I just want her to talk to me, not to hide like this.”  “I know. Look, I can handle this trip by myself, honestly. Just wanted to give you an excuse to get away from those two back in the tavern. Why don’t you go home and get some rest? I’ll let you know if I run into Hawke, okay?”  “That sounds good, actually. Thank you Varric, I’ve been up all night worrying about Hawke, I could use the rest.”

Garrett “why is everyone in my party dying” Hawke

do varric’s opinions on mages v templars change depending on da2 or what’s the deal

you with the dark curls // you with the watercolor eyes

would y’all do me a favor? reblog this and tell me WHY your favorite dragon age companion is your favorite. this is a free pass to be annoying and rambly I wanna read some positivity