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tevivinter · 7 months

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it's crazy to think that i'm obsessed about baldur's gate 3 in the same way i got obsessed about dragon age origins 13 years ago

#it's been so long since i loved a game so much #bg3 is so good it's almost scary

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tevivinter · 9 months

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the way astarion is the perfect mix of fenris and dorian, they really knew their target audience here

#dragon age #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion #fenris #dorian pavus

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tevivinter · 10 months

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Zev

#zevran #dragon age #dragon age origins #your zev is amazing

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tevivinter · 10 months

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My favourite recruitment is in Dragon Age, actually. Zev fails to kill you and languishes artfully on the ground as he tells Warden he's too sexy to die and the Warden agrees. No other meet cute compares.

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tevivinter · 11 months

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Tangled in your trance

Rating: General Audiences

Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles

Pairing: Mason/Detective (Vincent Carter)

Tags: Book Three Spoilers, Cuddling, Fluff, Sharing a Bed

Words: 1,243

[Read on AO3]

Vincent can't believe he’s back at the warehouse.

Exhaustion washes over him, like a tidal wave swallowing him from above. He barely had the time to take a shower and change into pajamas before plopping himself on the bed. The mattress is soft and welcoming, the sudden comfort making a relieved sigh slip from his mouth. His eyelids feel heavy, even though his mind is still racing to process everything that happened tonight.

Well, this is much better than waking up in a cell.

Vince opens his eyes, feeling his throat tighten with the vision that pops into his mind. He had been locked up in a cage a few hours ago, when he was about to be sold off in an auction. The fresh memory of that place still makes his stomach turn. He shifts on the bed, unable to shake the remnants of fear that are tormenting his thoughts.

Looks like sleep won’t come very easily.

He stares at the ceiling with a defeated sigh. No matter how physically tired he is, he can’t help but think about the recent events. Perhaps he should have prepared a relaxing tea before going to bed.

Just when he’s debating whether to leave the room, someone knocks at the door.

There aren’t many people who would visit him at such a late hour. Vince’s heart thumps when he instantly pictures Mason waiting outside. He can almost feel the weight of the vampire’s gaze through the door, and the way he jumps out of the bed to see him is embarrassing to say the least.

The hurried motion makes Vince stumble over his backpack. He moves it out of the way with his feet, not bothering to turn on the lights as he walks. When he gets to the door, he takes a deep breath before opening it.

Stormy grey eyes stare at him with such an intensity that he’s left out speechless for a second. Mason’s shoulders are stiffened and his jaw is clenched. If Vince didn’t know any better, he could almost say that he’s scared for some reason.

“Can I have the night?” Mason asks, his words heavy with something that Vince can’t quite place.

The request almost sounds like a plea, and Vince finds himself unable to look away from his eyes. It is so difficult to read him when he looks at him like that. This has nothing to do with lust, and Vince can’t help the warmth of hope spreading inside his chest.

Still, he purses his lips for a small moment. “Sure. You can come in, as long as it's just to keep me company.”

Mason nods quietly, and Vince steps aside to allow him in.

“...I was trying to sleep,” Vince gestures before closing the door with a soft click. He’s aware of Mason’s gaze on him as he walks to the center of the room. He turns to face the vampire, rubbing at the back of his neck with a sigh. “But I can’t. My mind is still buzzing after tonight.”

“I know.” Mason’s reply comes out a bit strained. He remains still as he watches Vince sit on the mattress. “Can I join you?”

Vince opens his mouth to reply, but any words of protest die on his tongue when he notices the concerned frown still on Mason’s face. It’s a surprise to see there is no innuendo to his words, only a genuine question that lingers in the air.

“Yeah. Come here.” Vince lays on his side, waiting for Mason to hop on the bed as well.

Soon, the mattress sinks a little with the added weight. Vince’s breath catches when Mason gently wraps an arm around him, pulling his body closer. His back is pressed against the vampire’s chest, making it so easy to feel the thrumming heartbeat that mirrors his own. Even though Vince is a bit taller than him, their bodies fit together perfectly.

Vince’s shoulders drop as warmth seeps into his bones. They remain silent for a moment, simply enjoying the company of one another. Being close to Mason makes him feel safe in a way that he never felt with anyone else. Still, he notices the way Mason reaches for his hand, his touch laced with uncertainty.

“Hey. Are you alright?” Vince asks softly, their fingers entwined.

Mason takes a small breath, and Vince can feel the slow rise and fall of his chest. “Please don’t do that again.” His words are little more than a faint whisper brushing over Vince’s neck. “Make me feel that you're gone. I couldn't… I can’t deal with that.”

Vince blinks as he processes the fear behind Mason’s statement. He rubs his thumb over his knuckles with a gentle motion. “I didn’t mean to worry you that much. If Douglas hadn’t showed up, things would have gone according to the plan.”

He turns around to face Mason, their knees touching. Vince swallows as he catches his gaze again. “I was terrified when they threw me on that stage,” he admits after a second.

Mason frowns, his eyes gleaming dangerously in the dark. “Did they hurt you?”

“No.” Vince shakes his head. “Some Trappers wanted to take a sample of my blood, but they changed their minds after I talked them out of it.”

“Good.” Mason cups the side of his face to caress his cheek. The tenderness behind the gesture sends goosebumps all over Vince’s skin. “I would have ripped off the arms of anyone that touched you.”

Vince lets out a strained chuckle. “That’s… a bit intense.”

A shadow of a smirk lifts Mason’s lips. “It’s the truth.”

There is no doubt about that. Back at the auction, Mason’s murderous gaze had made it very clear not to mess with them.

“And what are you willing to give for all of him?” Anwir had asked, his voice shimmering with excitement.

Mason strode towards the stage, leaning against the edge of it while holding Vince’s gaze. His fingers slowly traced the shape of his face, confusion clouding his eyes.

“More than I thought I would ever give for anyone,” Mason replied.

The memory suddenly flashes back into Vince’s mind, making his heart thump. Just like before, grey eyes stare into his own, heavy with an emotion that he can’t quite place. And just like before, Mason traces his fingers around the shape of his face.

Vince’s throat feels tighter and a familiar flush takes over his cheeks. It’s far too late to deny the feelings he has for the vampire - even if he still doesn’t have the courage to express them out loud.

“I’m glad you were there.” His voice cracks slightly. “And I’m glad you’re here now.”

Vince shifts closer to wrap an arm around the vampire’s middle. His head rests just below Mason’s chin and they snuggle together once more in a mess of entwined limbs. Mason pulls him into a silent embrace.

“Go to sleep, handsome.” He mumbles, pressing a lazy kiss on Vince’s temple. “I’ll be here.”

A sudden wave of relief washes over Vince after hearing such words. His body sinks onto the mattress, and this time, there’s no reason to hold back the exhaustion that makes his eyelids heavy. Knowing that Mason is there is enough to make him feel safe.

Soon, all his worries seem to melt with the warmth of their shared embrace.

And so Vince falls asleep with a faint smile on his lips.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #the wayhaven chronicles spoilers #twc spoilers #twc book 3 #specialist agent m #twc fanfic #mason x detective

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tevivinter · 1 year

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#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age 4 #dragon age origins #dragon age 2 #dragon age dreadwolf

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tevivinter · 1 year

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YOU THERE! YES YOU! FIC READER!

I just read a fic from 2013 and left a comment on the end. The author responded within 3 hours.

Please leave comments on fics. It doesn't matter if you don't know what to say I literally made a joke about a space worm. Please comment on fics it'll make the authors day even if its from 9 years ago.

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tevivinter · 1 year

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I hope y'all have a lovely new year <3 I've been gone for a little while but I'm very excited to go back to writing fics and drawing my ocs in 2023 :')

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tevivinter · 1 year

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— I'm sure there is a moral in here. Something about building bridges with friends, and such. Something poetic. Oh, well.

#zevran my beloved #zevran #dragon age #i miss him sm

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tevivinter · 2 years

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15 OC associations

i was tagged by @johaeryslavellan ages ago, sorry it took me so long to reply! i’ll do this one with my girl Darya :D

Darya Aeducan

Animal: While she’s not much of an animal person, Brontos make her feel nostalgic because her mother used to own one. Other than that, Darya recognizes their potential and usefulness for many different tasks.

Month: Kingsway (september). It’s her birthday month and also the time of the year where the most important provings happen.

Song: Circus - Britney Spears

Number: “Three” is considered to be her lucky number, but she likes odd numbers in general.

Day or night: Night, mostly because she is not very fond of bright environments and she feels more lively after dusk.

Plant: I’ll go with a fruit instead. Blackberries are her favorite, the bitter the better.

Smell: Clove and cardamom with rose undertones.

Gemstone: Ruby.

Season: Late autumn and winter. It’s when small actions such as lighting a fireplace and drinking wine become more comforting. The feeling of fresh air that comes with colder temperatures is very pleasant for her, as well as the longer nights.

Place: Whenever she needs somewhere to ease her mind, libraries are her place of choice. As a teenager, she would often sneak into the Shaperate under the pretense of learning about dwarven history. It wasn’t exactly a lie, considering that she did read, but her primary reason to go there was to run away from her responsibilities and be at peace at least for a while.

Food: Her favorite kind of food is the one served in banquets and celebrations, with plenty of side dishes and main course options to choose from. She likes to combine different flavors and try seasonings on such occasions. On a daily basis, she has a preference for protein-heavy meals (especially meat, sausage and cheese) and they need to be at least decently seasoned.

Drink: Wine, leaning more towards reds and whites, especially the full-bodied ones.

Astrological sign: Virgo.

Element: Ice. Elegant and beautiful on the outside, but sharp and dangerous all the same.

#darya aeducan #aeducan #my ocs #tag game #dragon age #da origins #thanks for the tag!!

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tevivinter · 2 years

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‘Cause my heart belongs to you I’ll risk it all for you I won’t just leave This time, I’ll never leave

#my art #marel lavellan #dorian pavus #self reblog #i just thought it would be fair to reblog this during pride #idk if I'll be able to draw anything this month but #i still love this drawing a lot :")#dragon age #dragon age inquisition

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tevivinter · 2 years

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if da4 is called DA:D, imagine if the next mass effect is called ME:N

#dragon age #da4 #i won't be using the dad tag lmaoo #i refuse to #the dread wolf rises

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tevivinter · 2 years

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oh man, Dorian x Lavellan for a vampire hunter AU? Please and thank you!

here's a very ancient prompt for @dadrunkwriting :'') thanks for the ask, i loved writing this! ---- Marel crossed the streets with heavy steps, splashes of mud covering his boots as the rain poured from above. Not even the thick cloak that covered most of his body helped him feel less wet and miserable. His hair was a plastered mess underneath his hood, sticking against his forehead in a way that made him grunt in annoyance.

The coldness of the night was unwelcoming to say the least. Marel shifted his gaze from one house to the next, noticing that each and every one of them had their doors and windows shut tight. He could easily picture the families hiding on the other side of the walls, with horrified looks on their faces as they hoped - or better yet, prayed - to last another night. Marel was fairly sure that he could hear their silent pleas if he focused enough. He straightened his jaw as he envisioned the scene, fists unconsciously clenching at his sides.

None of those people would die tonight.

It didn’t take long before he reached a tavern known as the Gull and Lantern. Marel stopped at the closed entrance for a moment, his long ears reflexively twitching at the sound of people chattering and music coming from the inside. Considering the village’s situation, that tavern stood out from the other buildings like a sore thumb, noisy and welcoming while every other house stood silent as a grave.

Marel couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very wrong as soon as he approached the door, his whole body tensing in anticipation. He had no idea how many vampires he was about to face.

He inhaled one last time before going in.

The door opened with a loud creak that immediately caused every single head to turn in his direction. Even though the people in there appeared to be human, there was no way to mask the subtle smell of blood that permeated through the whole tavern – at least not from a hunter. Marel's training had heightened his senses to the point that he could smell and hear things that most people would fail to notice.

One quick glance around the place was enough for him to realize two things: one, that he had walked into a vampire nest; and two, that he was definitely outnumbered.

Marel resisted the urge to twist his nose in disgust – Creators, that place reeked of blood and death – and walked straight towards the counter. He needed to buy some time and the only way to do that was by ordering a beer.

Luckily, most vampires seemed to resume their activities shortly after, and Marel couldn’t help but give a brief sigh as soon as he took a seat.

But the waitress didn't notice his arrival. She had her back to him, left arm wiping a mug in a mechanical motion. Her ears were pointy and longer than his own, her build thin and frail.

Marel cautiously propped his elbows over the counter. “So. Shitty night, right?” He said, not bothering to take off his hood just yet.

Only then the young woman turned, and this time Marel couldn't hide the shock from his face.

There were countless bruises all over her pale skin. She had her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing purple spots on her arms as well as several bite marks. She had been bitten on her neck as well, although that mark was mostly hidden by her hair. And even though she was in a terrible state, she smiled at Marel as if nothing had ever happened.

"What can I get you tonight, sir?" Her tone was gentle and almost cheerful.

Marel tightened his fists, unspoken rage making his blood boil. Not only had they bitten her, but they also compelled her to act normally. He wondered how terrified that girl would feel once her mind returned to normal.

"Beer will do just fine," he managed through gritted teeth.

The waitress nodded before heading back to fill a mug. Once again Marel felt the weight of several eyes pinned over his back, waiting for the precise moment to strike. He needed to act quickly before-

“Excuse me," an unknown voice interrupted Marel's thoughts. "Can I take this seat?"

Marel's heart thumped in surprise when he realized the stranger's presence right next to him. His ears were trained to detect even the smallest of noises so that he could anticipate enemy attacks. He was able to pick up the sound of footsteps in a city market or even the subtle flap of wings near a waterfall – and yet he had been caught unguarded.

No ordinary creature could do that, not even most vampires. Marel felt his whole body snap into a state of alertness, his survival instincts kicking in and filling his blood with adrenaline. He forced himself to stay put despite everything, knowing that any wrong move would mean an instant death.

Read more on ao3!

#self reblog #dragon age #pavellan #dorian pavus #lavellan

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tevivinter · 2 years

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idk what’s style anymore but here’s darya :’’D

#my art #darya aeducan #aeducan #dragon age #i haven't drawn in like 7 months