pugletto:

Aaaaaand, some ancient DA Mac Tir indulgence. ‘Cos I can’t not draw babies and dog babies and because there isn’t nearly enough Loghain bein’ a dad/grandpa art anyway.

Bonus Alistair x Anora because it’s been sitting there for 84 heckin’ years. 

rederiswrites:

The party came through the great gates of Skyhold dirty and bedraggled, hard-pressed to put a cheery face on two weeks of mud, blood, and the aftermath of a civil war that sapped their strength for the greater struggle. All Samhal wanted was a hot bath and a warm meal, alone in his quarters. When the spark of magic flashed in the corner of his eye, his first instinct was to tense for battle.

But there were no signs of fighting around the foot of the west tower. Instead, there seemed to be…a dance? Laughter, embracing. Magic flashed again, and this time he identified it as a harmless shower of colored sparks. It looked like the entire mage tower had turned out for a party.

“What’s going on there?” Samhal asked as Josephine and Leliana hurried up.

Josephine beamed happily. “One of the mages has had a baby!”

“What, and they’re all the uncle?” Samhal scoffed, scratching irritably at a healing blister.

Leliana caught his eye as she took the horse’s bridle.

“One of the mages has had a baby,” she said. “And there is no one to take it away.”