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tag an artist save a life etc
I saw a template similar to this one (though unfortunately with unknown credit to the original) floating around. I wanted to do it too, but I wanted to do it with a more expansive version.
Feel free to fill it out yourself as we collectively anticipate the release of The Veilguard!
In the imaginary version of Thedas that I made up and have archived in my head dwarves have soulmates (they're the only ones that have them) and they're called 'stonemates'... There are also stonenemies
malcolm 'I would commit blood magic before I'd become an absent father' hawke really out there answering the question no one had ever dared to ask before... what if the ghost haunting the narrative was a dilf
the description of adaia's boots has me in its grip..
some mothers knit booties for their unborn babes. adaia, who was much more practical, made leather boots adorned with patterns of vines.
Matt Rhodes: "Orlais is a culture that regularly uses masks. I thought it would be cool if that was true of the architecture as well. Behind the facade, you can see Orlais' true face." [source]
Art by Matt Rhodes
Rook stumbles upon a hidden bookshelf in the Lighthouse.
Rook: *running their fingers across the book spines* What’s this? Your evil plan repository?
Solas: Unimportant.
Rook: Oddly reticent. Let’s have a read.
Solas: NO!
Rook: Oh, that just makes me want to read it more.
Rook pulls a random book out and flips to a random page. The smile on their face drops. Their brow furrows.
Rook: Solas, literally the first sentence I read was: “My mouth descended upon her yearning flower.”
Solas: *coughs awkwardly and looks away*
Rook: Solas…Solas, is this your porn stash?
Solas: Erotica.
Rook: Nuance, listen—wait, this is your hand writing. D-did…did you write this?
Solas: …
Rook: *grabs another random book* You’re hand writing again. “Her masterful mouth and tongue worked my-“
Solas: You don’t have to read it out loud.
Several hours later…
Rook: * throwing books all over the place* It’s all fucking lewd’s!!! You wrote all this smut!
Solas: A mere thought experiment put to paper.
Rook: This is not a thought experiment, this is a horny dissertation! All about you and this Lavellan lady. Andraste’s Tits! Are you trying to get a PhD in Down Bad?!
Solas: Can we stop talking now?
Rook: Did you get this peer reviewed by Desire Demon’s or something? This shit’s smutty. I thought Varric was bad.
Sometime…
Lavellan: My name is Lavellan.
Rook, mouth agape, turns to the projection of Solas.
Solas: Not. A. Word.
Rook: *shaking Lavellan’s hand* Hi. I’ve read all about you.
A tear in the Fade appears. Solas reaches out and begins to strangle Rook.
I like to write Solas and Lavellan as equally unhinged.