I AM DYING. Fighting for our lives against the Qamekmaster and when the HP is whittled to the faintest smidge, Rook is haggard and out of breath and Neve Gallus delivers the flattest most skeptical line.

Rook: I think we’ve just about got it!

Neve: Can you tell? Or are you guessing?

I just can’t.

Fan art for galeaspida’s “And So We Fall Together (The One With The Unicorn)”, from the most recent chapter. 

A vampire/werewolf AU comm of Neve Gallus and Saoibh "Rook" Cousland for @morganaseren ~ Thank you again! ✨

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IT'S FINALLY HERE! 😍

I must share my ongoing obsession with a certain ice mage and my version of Rook! As her surname suggests, she's the child of my Niamh Cousland and Leliana in this particular AU I've written about, where Niamh is the werewolf and her mate Leliana is a thousand-year old vampire. Let's just Saoibh definitely takes after her mother in the sense that they love older, dangerous vampire women with hearts of gold... 😏

You can definitely see Saoibh's personality come through with that playful, smitten grin of hers along with her wolfy shadow in the background there. She definitely lives up to the moniker of Trouble in every way, shape, and form, and I like to think that Neve enjoys the unexpected thrill adds to her life after so many centuries of careful certainty. I mean, we gained massive approval from her when we punched the First Warden, right? Gotta love the scrappy underdog! 😂

I'll reveal more about Neve's and Rook's roles in the AU over the next week or so, but I've had so many plot bunnies about these two lately that I couldn't help but ask Marty to take on a commission with them! As always, her attention to detail is always top-notch! I love how everything turned out in this! Honestly, whether it's with canon characters or original ones, she never fails to exceed my expectations with what I'm looking for.

THIS is why I purchased that fly cam mod

(Who at the lighthouse taught Manfred to throw hands?)

This was Aunty Neve's doing for SURE

Hit em Fred 😂

Better than a birdcall or sunbeams

Yennefer has a plan to ensure the start of Tissaia’s day is good enough to get her through a boring meeting.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63697297

A very appreciated prompt by @spectralhero

Heavily inspired by Deusa

the varric effect

I’ve been itching for a Yennaia version of this trend, here’s my attempt :)

Snippet Sunday (Werewolf/Vampire AU)

Tagged By: @blackjackkent

Tagging: @illusivesoul, @this-is-something-idk-what, @noeldressari, @herald-divine-hell and whoever wants to participate. No pressure if you don't want to of course!

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Pairing: Leliana/Niamh Cousland

Rating: Teen

AU: A Little Bit Dangerous

Note: Since this is the Werewolf/Vampire AU, there is going to be a vague mention of Niamh's heat cycle at the very beginning of this, but there's no ABO content (iykyk) involved.

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Leliana absentmindedly poured coffee into a mug even as her gaze never left the tablet before her, thumbing through endless encrypted messages with blinding efficiency. Given her eternal nocturnal hours, caffeine was a rare beverage of choice, but then again, this particular cup wasn't meant for her. Her keen hearing had caught the sound of the sheets rustling upstairs earlier, indicating her lover had just woken up.

Blue eyes darted out to the Orlesian-style double doors of the kitchen. The sky was drearily overcast, but there was enough light to indicate it was remarkably late into the morning already.

Which meant it was also oddly late for Niamh to just now be getting ready for the day.

Leliana frowned as she pondered at that thought, but as if summoned, she shifted her gaze when she caught sight of her lover walking into the kitchen. The other woman was wearing only a robe—one of Leliana's own in fact—that was a deep, navy blue. The color only enhanced the color of Niamh's mist-grey eyes, and while it sent a possessive thrill down Leliana's spine to know her lover was garbed in something that was hers, it did also leave her largely curious.

Niamh was always fully-dressed by the time she came downstairs, but from a quick glance, it became apparent the other woman hadn't done anything more than roll out of her bed if her tousled hair—an admittedly attractive look in its own right—and half-lidded gaze was any indication.

Leliana's frown deepened.

Was she sick?

Did werewolves even get sick?

In lieu of any immediate answers, she nudged the freshly prepared coffee toward her lover, who took the offering with a murmur of thanks, warming her hands with the mug as was customary for her before finally taking a sip. As she did, Leliana's thoughts filled with growing concern.

While Niamh had gone off to hunt the previous evening in her shifted form, she hadn't mentioned any trouble regarding it. No injury. No incident of note that would explain her current behavior.

Admittedly, Leliana became a bit distracted—fangs distending somewhat—as Niamh crossed her legs at the knee, causing the fabric to fall away and reveal a bare, succulent thigh...

Leliana swallowed hard.

While Niamh was naturally pale, her skin still possessed a healthy pallor from what she could see. There was nothing to indicate she had somehow fallen to illness. She'd likely have smelled it on her first were that the case, but no. She still smelled largely like the forest beyond her villa—deep pine notes with the invigorating touch of winter at its edges. Yet, there was something beneath her natural scent that seemed to simmer as well. A growing campfire in a sea of trees, where the smoke of the kindle and logs gave off a spiced heat—

...oh.

Leliana's eyes widened.

Oh.