the age of iron

Dragon Age Inspired perfume oils by Siren Song Elixirs

Here is a current list of all available perfume oil fragrances by Siren Song Elixirs, each inspired by the characters of Dragon Age with full descriptions in each listing. 

First Knight – Dragon Age Alistair
Apostate – Dragon Age Anders
Andraste’s Grace – Dragon Age
Seeker -  Dragon Age Cassandra
Spirit -  Dragon Age Cole
Commander - Dragon Age Cullen
Lion of Ferelden – Dragon Age Cullen
Krem Brulee - Dragon Age Cremisius Aclassi
Amatus – Dragon Age Dorian
Tal-Vashoth -  Dragon Age Iron Bull
Wicked Grace – Dragon Age Josephine
Nightingale – Dragon Age Leliana
Witch of the Wilds – Dragon Age Morrigan
Dragon Age Sera (pending retirement and reformulation as ‘Red Jenny’)
Solas – Dragon Age
Fen'Harel - Dragon Age Solas
Dread Wolf - Dragon Age Solas
Frilly Little Cakes - Dragon Age Solas
Madame de Fer – Dragon Age Vivienne
A Murder of Crows -  Dragon Age Zevran

Still to come:

Fenris, Isabela, Merrill, Oghren (BEER!), Varric, Solavellan, Vhenan, Anders alternate, and a possible alteration or alternate to Solas.

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OKAY BUT CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT HOW TONY WALKED OUT OF HIS IRON MAN SUIT IN ALL BLACK AND LOOKING HOT AF LIKE EXCUSE YOU SIR

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“The Iron Bull.”

“Not even!” Thema wrinkled her nose at her lover. “Just why? His dick is probably as big as his arm. No way in hell that would fit!”

Solas chuckled, flipping the page in his book. “You are into experiencing new things, I would have thought he would present as an interesting prospect.” The chuckle turned into a laugh when the elvhen woman smacked his arm.

“If I wanted to live after all the internal bleeding!”

Somehow this lazy day had found them in bed, enjoying their solitude in the afternoon, both with their own books. Thema wore his sweater after declaring ‘girlfriend privileges’, laying on her stomach with her tome propped up on her pillow. Somehow she had found a dye in Orlais, applying the black substance to the lower half of her white hair. The black strands were constantly being played with, both by herself and the apostate.

He laid on his back, book propped on his bare stomach with the help of a little magic. His own clothing was pajama pants his love had commissioned for him. Dark blue samite, lined inside with velvet, and a drawstring to keep them up. It was never used, and the luxurious pants sagged about his hips. He enjoyed wearing them in that fashion as the young woman stared, seeming torn between enjoying her view and pulling them off him.

“Cullen.”

This time he snorted at her gagging sounds.

“Too pure! Too goody, too… naive?”

“Hm… Sera?”

No.”

“Blackwall.”

Thema scoffed, eyes tracing the words on the page but not really reading. “Too old.”

The few heartbeats of silence made her look up. Solas was propped up on his elbow, open book in hands, staring at her. “Too old?”

“Yes.” She drew out the word, eyeing him in confusion. His brow went up and he stayed silent. There was something he was waiting for her to get. “What?”

It only took a few more moments of him staring at her like that before she got it. The Inquistor burst into peals of laughter, falling onto her side. “It’s different!”

“Oh, truly?”

The look on his face made her laugh harder, soon descending into silent convulsions of hilarity. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and her paled skin was turning an alarming shade of red. Anything she started to say got lost in the moment, and even his displeased facade started to crack.

A crooked smile started to form and broadened further when she regained enough sense to pepper his face with kisses. “Vhenan…”

“I don’t know why you’re asking me this, Solas, ma’lin, because they don’t have a chance on Thedas or Earth of getting my heart.” Thema pressed a longer kiss to his lips, the brief brush of tongues pulling forth a pleased hum. “You please me better than Bull ever could, and I love your broken edges. They fit mine so perfectly.”

Books were pushed off the bed, the clatter ignored as he pulled her into his laps, his mouth insistent on hers. He would never get used to the things she said, how she loved him, wanted him, completely. Words failed him when this foreign woman spoke and so he used his body to show her.

*.:。✧*゚。#shame *.:。✧*゚。

//    on me.              ( hi. mun here. izzy. ya know? the weirdo. )
            haven’t been on here in AGES.
            pretty sure y’noticed. hell, probs
            tate forgot i existed. lol ironically. 

   ANYWAY!  
         i won’t lie. i don’t know when i’ll be back to writing tate on here. it’s been longer than i’d like to admit (only about a month, but that’s eons in role-play terms). i miss it though. i’ve been too busy with life to be on & be inspired to write. here or on ANY of my other role-play blogs. though i have felt that “itch” again (writing itch). BUT i won’t make false promises here, so as soon as i’m back you’ll be the 1st to know. per usual. but for now, guess i will have to do something i’ve never done. shamefully i’m putting tate (& my other blogs) on an official SEMI-HIATUS. “semi” because my muse might come back suddenly & unexpectedly (if i’ve time). cause y’know tate. he’s a little shit. 

my other blogs:  @attritio, @thetypist, @porti-boy, @exorcis, @lastdate, @echolsd, etc. (personal: @grungymutt.)

dai characters as things teachers have said to me

cassandra: oh sorry. i was into this new romance novel i got over the weekend and spaced out what was your question

varric: i have a retirement plan in place and it’s going to be rad. i’m not telling any of you because it’s super cool and all of you will steal it but it’s cool i’ll be famous 

solas: im kinda of like the school gypsy. im here for one year and boom then im gone

iron bull: the june on the board is a reminder for when i have to arm wrestle this kid in my algebra class. if he wins they get 10 extra points on their finals but if i win i get satisfaction of winning and my pride 

dorian: i think it’s important that you all learn to be yourselves and not like your peers or your parents. like me for example. my father was a mean bastard. me? im a sarcastic bastard. be yourself kids

cole:i think sophia’s right, not all ghosts have to be mean. if i was a ghost i’d be a helpful ghost. i’d do taxes or something

vivienne: and this is… wait, wait a second. let’s take a moment to take in what he is wearing, those shoes do not that match that outfit 

blackwall: hey guys just a side note in this contest between teachers dont vote for me. if i win not only will i be decorated but they’ll make me and mr chasse shave our beards and if my beard goes i go

sera: i hate the no cursing rule. as long as im not cursing at anyone i should be already. if i say ‘hey student fuck you’ then im screwed but if i go to this crap tv and say ‘come on you piece of shit turn on’ i should be alright, right?

cullen: cough drops? that’s drugs you cant have drugs here. I’m kidding i’ll take anything to numb the pain of living. 

leliana: if a bad guy were to walk into this room i could kill him in eight different ways so there’s no need to worry about anything like that

josephine: why did everything in history have to end in a fight im sure if they all just got into a room and talked it out they could have gotten to some sort of agreement

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Reasons Dragon Age Inquisition must be protected

1. They’ve got no breeches.

2. I’m too pretty to die!

3. Pillowy man-bosoms

4. Look up, giant lady with titsicles.

5. I see you like to play with fire, Inquisitor.

6. We discovered this man attacking the building… With a goat.

7. *Solas Disapproves*

8. [Disgusted Noise]

Little first moments between the Inquisitor and their love interest that it makes my heart happy to think about:

- The first time Cassandra finds he’s left something for her, a rose lying across her favourite book or a little message scrawled on a piece of parchment cut into the shape of a heart, and realises that the flowers and the candles and the moonlit glade weren’t a one-time thing, this is going to be forever. The first time she picks up the gift and holds it close, knowing it’s not just a gift but a promise that he’s always going to make her feel like one of those women from her books, always going to see the woman inside the armour.

- The first time Blackwall wakes up beside her after she learns the truth, and remembers that he’s not hiding anything from her anymore, she knows exactly who he is and what he’s done and she’s still right here in his arms. The first time he looks at her lying there, and feels tears of a kind he’s not familiar with sting his eyes, tears charged by joy, and at last there’s no burning pang of guilt and grief clawing at his insides - because she knows, and she still chose him, and he can just look at her and be happy.

- The first time Bull slips off his eyepatch, feeling… not awkward, exactly, just very aware that this is the first time his kadan has seen him without it, that so, so few people have ever seen his face just as it is. The first time his lover smiles at him and reaches up and takes his face into their hands, traces the jagged lines of his scars with gentle fingers and presses their lips against them, and murmurs to him that he’s beautiful (and hot, of course).

- The first time Dorian kisses the Inquisitor in a street or in the throne room or in the courtyard, where everyone can see, and his smug grin has a touch of wonder behind it because yes, they can do this, they can show what they feel in front of the entire world and no one is going to come up to them and wrench them apart. The first time he glances at the people who’ve seen them and realises that some of them are even smiling to see them together, that the people around them want them to be happy.

- The first time Solas looks at her and realises with a jolt that he’s stopped seeing the vallaslin, that the silent voice inside him has stopped screaming about the wrongness of it every time he sees her, that while he still wishes it were gone, her face has become the most important thing. The first time that the way she smiles and the warmth in her eyes seem to outshine the marks of her slavery and ignorance, and he aches to think of all she doesn’t know, but she is so beautiful, so beautiful.

- The first time Sera hears the Inquisitor call something shite or frigging and stands frozen for a moment, her grin too wide for her face, because her girlfriend’s speaking like her, those are her words coming from the mouth of the woman she loves. The first time she realises that she’s become a part of the Inquisitor, part of the way she speaks and thinks and lives, and feels joy sweep through her because the Inquisitor is part of her, too, always will be.

- The first time Cullen goes through a whole day with no feverish longing, no shaking, no sick feeling in his stomach, and he knows the battle isn’t over and that all the pain could come back tomorrow, but right now he can look at the Inquisitor and think, this is what the rest of our life could be like. The first time he can really picture long nights and longer mornings beside her with no nightmares and restless sleep, years ahead of listening to her laugh, and he almost cries from the terrifying beauty of it.

- The first time Josephine pens a letter to her family and then stops and stares at what she’s written, because she’s told them all about the Inquisitor and how she hopes to introduce them some day, and just like that it seems so official, it’s set down in ink on parchment that she wants the Inquisitor to be part of her future. The first time she gazes at the letter in awe, because it suddenly seems to be the most precious thing in the world.