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Happy Dragon Age Day!

Here's Dorian and the Inquisitor meeting up after a few years

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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

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compilation of the fake wot3 page images

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be careful, boys. 😦

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i was thinking about this again yeah…😔its a shame there wasn't a scene right after the fade prison. because damn that could've hurt. so i did it myself. sorry i made it a bit different.

so, for murat it really was a couple of hours. and when he finally left the fade prison, he knew that his friends are scared af right now. so he tried to cheer them up by fooling around a bit. little did he know that it wasn't hours at all.

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rook is going for a midnight snack

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The man, the myth, the bark connoisseur - Felassan

With his hair down for once because his bun annoys me

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I have a bunch of sketches of the elven gods. I wanted to make pretty art of all of them, but I have so many WIPs as it is… decided to just share them as is. Here’s some of them.

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Best Dragon Age character design ❤️‍🔥

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Was thinking about two cringe bros since the cringe hand statue jokes ❤️

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Emmrich sweetie the blight

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Lace found Arden standing in the main hall, staring up at the most recently revealed mural. Elgar’nan and Mythal, hands upraised in victory as they stood on a cracked hill or orb. Solas looked thin and frail beside them, his own hand raised in accusation.

“Hey, Rook. Whatcha thinkin?”

“Do you think she loved him?” Arden asked.

“Loved who?”

Arden glanced down at her, broken out of his reverie. “Sorry. Elgar’nan. Do you think Mythal loved Elgar’nan? Do you think he was someone you could love, once?”

She joined him in front of the mural. “Does it matter?”

“No. Not really. Whether he was someone you could reason with once or not, she failed, and now he’s just a tool of the Blight. I guess in that sense, the Titans won. Some victory! But still, can’t help wondering. Did she join him just to moderate the Evanuris, like Solas seems to think? Or did she want it too? The power. The worship.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I can imagine being them. We keep saying they’re just people, but…they’re not like us. Never were, I guess.”

“How could they be, right?” Arden mused. “All that power. I can’t even imagine being the Archon, much less as powerful as that. I think it would change you. And to be that old? To see that much?”

Lace hummed. “I wouldn’t want it.”

Arden made a noise of agreement, but his mind was still on the original question. 

“It matters because it tells us about her. Mythal, I mean. Elgar’nan, whatever he was, I think he’s as much a ghoul now as anything. But Mythal–was she the kind of person who thought she was acting out of love? Or was it always just politics?”

“Imagine being married to someone for thousands of years that you didn’t love! Brr!” Lace shook herself as if to shake the idea off.

“Imagine loving someone and seeing them become…that,” Arden said.

“Gross,” Lace said, and laughed weakly.

“Yeah. Gross.” Arden blew out his breath explosively. “Either way. Gross.”

“Icky,” Lace supplied, giggling slightly.

“Booger soup.” Arden laughed, and Lace responded with a slightly stronger chuckle. 

“Kinda glad I don’t understand, to be honest,” she said.

“Oh, definitely. Yeah. Definitely.” Arden bounced on the balls of his feet, releasing the energy of his reverie. “Ugh. I’m gonna get in a run before dinner. Join me?”

Lace laughed. “Pass. Too many stairs. Have fun, tree trunk.”

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DAVRIN & ASSAN in Dragon Age: The Veilguard (2024)

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DAVRIN Dragon Age: The Veilguard (2024)

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hey what's up with the "!" in fandoms? i.e. "fat!" just curious thaxxx

I have asked this myself in the past and never gotten an answer.

Maybe today will be the day we are both finally enlightened.

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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934