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Harellan

I’m a bit annoyed at myself for still reading Hot Takes[tm] on DA Veilguard but apparently, I’m not quite done being angry and disappointed and heartbroken about the way they lacklustre finished a series that mattered so damn much to me that I considered getting tattoos of it.

I put so much love into my OCs and that universe, the relationships to other characters and with the problems of the world. And it feels like they spit on everything they built and made us players connect with. And for what? So they could wipe the slate clean.

Ferelden, Orlais, Free Marches, the Dales, everything we visited and freed and brought together? Destroyed by the Blight. Offscreen.

Every character that mattered to us? Assume they’re dead because Blight. Or if they turn up in DATV, the connections to your OC isn’t mentioned, so you can ignore it. Oh, the immortal god? Conveniently forgot all his goals and disappeared into the now forever closed-off realm of dreams and magic.

Every problem that has been discussed and been a huge deal in earlier games, from the Blight to the treatment of mages to religion, possession and slavery? Don’t worry about it, it no longer exists. Or isn’t a problem anymore because, uh, don’t worry about it.

Oh the complex villains we had? Weren’t complex after all, there’s a Mysterious Big Bad that has directed Everything from the shadows. Invisible, unnoticeable even by the most powerful beings alive. No decision was ever a decision. Or complex. Even Flemeth wasn’t truly acting on her own accord. Solas probably neither but again, don’t worry about it! He’s gone for good anyway, so nothing matters.

GODS I’m so angry and disappointed. I wish I never played that fucking game.

Here’s that copy/pasted list of Felassan and Solas talking about the same subjects, and having the same weirdly specific opinions:

Keep reading

dao thru dai: the world is built by unreliable narrators. everyone has a vastly different opinion on things that colors their perception of life and the state of living. there is no one real answer

datv: the veil cant come down because thats bad

Reva's Backstory

The right hand of Solas

it's all so tiresome

he knows of the brands. in their journey to crestwood, he asks about hers. he is curious, and they have built a rapport he has come to enjoy. she's a surface dwarf, born far from orzammar, so, why?

she surprisingly admits to him a lyrium deal gone wrong. caught by the guards, and before they tried to take her hands, they held her down and burned it onto her face. she also mentions a daring escape, a furious mother, and a lashing. she laughs at it now, but he can see in her eyes the ancient, unhealed fear.

this is not what he came here for. he had meant to regale her with knowledge of the titans--carefully curated, of course--to give her something to chew on. to keep her focus away from him, where it seems to remain steadfastly these days. but he looks at her and sees the brand and he cannot help himself. "if you like, i know a spell."

she is unfamiliar with magic. could not comprehend that something like this is not possible for any normal hedge mage--that he could take it away. the mistake. restore her. make it all as it once was. she is bewildered, excited. she should not be.

but, foolishly, he allows it to embolden him. takes the naked trust in her eyes that look at him too closely and lets it carry his hands up to her face with a practiced ease. the light from his palm is gentle, flowing like water, and when it is over, she is new. she touches her skin in awe, like the thousands he has helped before her, and what was once a cold place inside him suddenly feels...warm.

ar lasa mala revas. you are free.

she stares, waiting for him to be the mirror through which she sees herself.

the words spill forth, honest and true. "you are so beautiful."

...and so, so unwise.

Somewhere, years from now, if you are lucky enough to walk the fade, you may catch a glimpse of them.

I don't care if you're neuron divergent and also 3 days old I need you to go to fucking War

Eldest of the Sun. All-Father.

solas stans who go “i hate him and i love him i love to hate him grr stupid egg etcetera etcetera” stronger than me cause im too far gone he has never done anything wrong ever sorry. killed varric? love you so much king but you wrestled a guy for a knife while your tits were out. oh he betrayed rook? good

Them🖤🖤🖤

The Formless One is the best boss fight ever put in dragon age, not because of the fight itself (it's actually annoying as hell) but for the fact that the damn thing sends you hate mail after you beat it. That's fucking hilarious.

The Dread Wolf

sosal? (извините)

“The failure was mine. I should pay the price…”

Boop!

Subjecting you all to my weird fanart

As with every group of whispers, they often are thrown in as background noise and reversed. So I took the liberty to reverse the Well of Sorrows whispers and clean up the audio. A mantra of whispers going in circles, sung by a Well.

Some of the Whispers Heard:

Go to the Dirth Mythal speaks for the elves Travel Far She speaks for the elves She’s abelas Mythal She speaks for them both

Also, as a pleasant add on to this oh, so not creepy audio. The Dirth is another name for The Exalted Plains, as a Dalish elf there will tell you. The Exalted Plains/The Dirthavaren (The Promise) was were the last of elven nation fell.

Solas' petrifaction spell for interested parties who would like to try their hand at translating it. I cannot say if this was used for other characters or if it is unique to Solas. File name within Frosty: FXT_Casting_Ring_RGB [extracted via Frosty Editor]

Solas/Elvhen murals 🥰🥰🥰

cadash being able to dream because of the anchor, not knowing how to dream, even, and solas, visiting her in these dreams in harmless forms to see what it is exactly she will dream about--- an experiment of sorts. what will a dwarf conjure up in their sleeping hours when they can? where will they go?

and then he is confronted with the fact that among the visages of the people she has met so far, he is in every one of them. that, more often than not, her dreams are simply images of his eyes while he looks to the sky, or the way his ears catch the sunlight on the plain, or the movement of his hands when casting a spell, all surrounded by echoes of his words, his voice poignant and precise. beautiful recreations of moments stolen when he wasnt paying attention, each one more reverent than the last. a creature that has discovered escaping to the Fade in their sleep for the first time, having the opportunity to explore its rich environments and histories, and yet she is content merely to bask in the memories of him.

Wolf in mage’s clothing — Well, that took long. But, I made it. I hope you like it as much as I do ~

I just love the identical shit-eating grin that the companions get when you find that naked guard tied to Celene's bed - these two especially.

They're just living for the messy drama and I am here for it.

Hey fandom mom, would you also draw dwarves?

ffmmf fandom mom oh my god ;; yes of course!! wait I drew some Solas and Cadash ages ago and never posted it here, here you go