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Pull the lever, Cullen! XD

quote from “The Emperor’s New Groove”

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I brought it upon myself. At least he had a prominent nose role..? Part 1: Alistair Dragon Age 2 © Bioware

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Hey Rook Ingellvars 💀🐦‍⬛

It's so sexy to me when I see a goth name on y'all. I have seen Ophelia, Hugo, Dahlia, Osiris, Ravenna, and other such hot goth names. Do me a favor and tag this post with:

+Ingellvar's name

+What it means

+Why you chose it / how it represents them

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"we all do our share of murdering around here, don't we?"

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a second comm of @amys2885's DAI squad 💛 :]

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I finally have my computer back ;3; Two weeks is too long to spend apart~ To celebrate.. more DA2 silliness :| I’m not sure Hawke knew what he was starting when he handed over that book of Shartan like a lovesick dweeb and offered to help Fenris learn to read :| I called my mabari Alistair :B (He needs a crown.. )

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I opened AO3 after many, many years. Unbelievable, I know, but true. Worth it.

snippet from @minrathian's delicious fic "the acceptance", which was in turn inspired by my comic "the offer"

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just something fun.

what would your warden/hawke/inquisitor/rook sing at a karaoke?

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Look, I was already writing about him just now, and made myself cry in the process. This is the final nail in today's coffin. Every time I remember this detail, my heart weeps, screams, cracks.

Nothing in the world has ever touched me so deeply, no character has affected me so much. He deserves the world and I'd do anything to give it to him.

Now excuse me, I must go back to my sketches while I keep telling myself I am not even worthy of honoring him to the best of my ability.

A story Zevran’s gifts can tell

I've just been thinking about how in Dragon Age Origins all the companions have specific gifts they like, along with two plot gifts that are related to their personal stories – something they mentioned to the Warden in their conversations.

I still haven't finished the game yet, so I apologize if I missed something – it is based on what I've seen so far.

And this is how only Zevran has his special plot-related gifts as actual gear that he immediately wears and uses in battles: both Dalish gloves that remind him of his mother, whom he never met, and Antivan leather boots that remind him of home – cruel one perhaps, but still familiar.

These are only sentimental gifts he has – the rest of them are just bars of precious metals, like gold and silver. Since the Crows were the ones to receive all the payment for the job Zevran did, he's never had anything of his own, and now that he left them, I believe he appreciates finally having his own stash.

It’s all just so practical and reflects the reality he lived in – unlike the other companions, who have room in their lives for sentimental trinkets, books, art, or hobbies, his entire world has been about staying alive.

Even his mementos are used in battle. But in a way, this is meaningful too – he wants to keep them close, not just store away. It’s part of who he is and his precious memories.

Even the gold and silver – it's not about luxury, but reclaiming his autonomy and finally having the means to live.

No one else’s gifts are this stripped down, this functional. It shows how little space he’s ever had for likes and dislikes, for self-expression that isn’t useful or necessary. Even his pleasure-seeking persona is, in a way, performative – a way to adapt and survive in the only world he’s ever known.

Everything he ever was allowed to own, physically and emotionally, had to serve a purpose – to be useful.

And now still, the idea of having something more than necessity feels too new and foreign.

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Something for my mental wellbeing

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a study of A Thorn amidst the Roses by James Sant turned dragon age gay featuring my Surana and Leliana

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I posted it at the worst possible time, and now I'm a bit sad.

Now rest you there, in spite of the storm that is raging

Faith goes and comes, as long as the seasons are changing

I'm sure there is a safe valley for you and for me

Where we would fly, in joy we'd cry for our blessed land

For what we strive would come alive

And you would grieve no more

9.30 Dragon, somewhere between Lothering and Redcliffe

Context:

When Fyre leaves Highever, her hair is really, really long. She takes good care of it and is really proud of how long and shiny it is.

But after Ostagar, it becomes clear to her that keeping it that way is no longer an option: they're always in a hurry, and so there's no time for her usual routine; she also doesn't have access to her delicate soaps to her fancy oils.

But she has never cut her own hair before. She doesn't want to ruin it with a messy haircut, but has no one around who can help: while she's fond of Alistair and Morrigan, she wouldn't exactly entrust them with that task.

Then, Leliana joins their merry band, and Fyre has a good feeling about her; luckily, her new friend is happy to come to her rescue.

It's not a happy moment: it feels like cutting ties with her past, and she's not quite ready for that yet.

But Leliana does her best to comfort her, and that first bonding moment becomes a cherished memory for both.

In the years that follow, Leliana often cuts Fyre's hair: it's like a ritual, a renewal of that vow of trust, support, and devotion. Their lives change, and history sometimes keeps them apart, but that bond will always stay the same, and they both find comfort in that.

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I would have killed, for this. I'm in tears.

Beat board - Ops center (2016)

The "Ops center" on the Dumat, the equivalent of the war table from Inquisition's Skyhold.

by Matt Rhodes

There is a convo with Harding about this in the DAtV text file.

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Now rest you there, in spite of the storm that is raging

Faith goes and comes, as long as the seasons are changing

I'm sure there is a safe valley for you and for me

Where we would fly, in joy we'd cry for our blessed land

For what we strive would come alive

And you would grieve no more

9.30 Dragon, somewhere between Lothering and Redcliffe

Context:

When Fyre leaves Highever, her hair is really, really long. She takes good care of it and is really proud of how long and shiny it is.

But after Ostagar, it becomes clear to her that keeping it that way is no longer an option: they're always in a hurry, and so there's no time for her usual routine; she also doesn't have access to her delicate soaps or to her fancy oils.

But she has never cut her own hair before. She doesn't want to ruin it with a messy haircut, but has no one around who can help: while she's fond of Alistair and Morrigan, she wouldn't exactly entrust them with that task.

Then, Leliana joins their merry band, and Fyre has a good feeling about her; luckily, her new friend is happy to come to her rescue.

It's not a happy moment: it feels like cutting ties with her past, and she's not quite ready for that yet.

But Leliana does her best to comfort her, and that first bonding moment becomes a cherished memory for both.

In the years that follow, Leliana often cuts Fyre's hair: it's like a ritual, a renewal of that vow of trust, support, and devotion. Their lives change, and history sometimes keeps them apart, but that bond will always stay the same, and they both find comfort in that.

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broken wing

— (hawke)

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I love his hands. All the ways. The Professor really knows how to put his anatomy lessons to practical use. A personal grievance with Ficbook: this drawing didn’t make it past moderation because of its “sexual content.”