#Da best boi

[exispencer-crisis]

His name is Gooberius Goobertron. He is the best snek. Attempt to prove me wrong.

[an-established-butt-dent]

"What have they done to you,

Old friend."

Trapped in the fade, Solas comes face to face with the remnant of his spirit.

The Dread Wolf was his wisdom, mirror to his pride. In the wake of the wrathful Evanuris, it too, has succumbed to their taint.

Or, where I'm making wild plot speculations surrounding Solas trapped in the fade. while turning my brainrot into art pieces and gifs. I'M PACING MY ENCLOSURE. Looking for crumbs and scrabs of Veilguard. Please Bioware I'm begging, feed me. ����

[drenched-in-sunlight]

Me 2 years ago: i love the bonds the demigods share with each other & some with Radagon/Godfrey/Rennala, but it’s kinda sad no one seems to be particularly insane about Marika :(

Fromsoft pre-heating Messmer in the oven: hey-

this image has changed the trajectory of my life

like, it might not be apparent before but i've never been normal about Marika for one bit... so a demigod with a whole ass giant statue of her cradling a baby in his boss room (also, that's the most LOVING depiction of Marika so far in the entire game) + the first one to outright calling her Mother ?? M A N

also all the “unwanted child” thing is pure fan speculation so far. no one in canon is saying he's unwanted. yes he carries all the symbols that are against the Erdtree but have you considered ...... they are trophies ....... of all the forces he had slayed to protect his Mother ...... how about that .........

EDIT to add that the throne he’s sitting on in the poster is actually also in the boss room, it’s just tiny af against the gigantic Marika statue behind it.

What’s his deal that is so insane … just a lil guy chilling in front of a colossal statue of his mom cradling baby him

[aeymii]

Sometimes, you just gotta sit back and draw this a-hole✨

[drathe]

Dragon Age Keep tiles for Jowan:

Circle - Warden - Levyn

[catebees]

what do you mean no one requested [THE GUY WHO SHOWS UP ONCE AND DIES IMMEDIATELY]? i mean, tamlen. lived, loved, died, came back wrong, what else could you wish from a guy..

Everybody give it up for the guy who shows up once and then dies immediately!! yeah wooo!!!

[beetnik-jay]

Love of my life fr fr

[feardakez]

Sir Pentious is Best Boy - FEARDAKEZ

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[felassan]

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[sygneth]

Echoes lore time! (And also my random DE thoughts about Harry's place!)

Reading the last page, you might have had a feeling we're going to see the inside of Harry's place soon, and you were right!

So to make everything clear (and because, in the first place, I had a place with a very specific plan in my head when I've been writing scenes at HDB's) i drew a lil cheat sheet.

(Yes. I like to make building plans. A lot.)

I believe Harry inherited this place, and thus he owes it. And also, this is why it's in a not-the-worst of tenement houses and in not-the worst standard. It was a place where they used to live with Dora, and I think he made it a sanctuary of a kind after she left. He never moved anything from its original place deliberately, and so the place slowly started to become a decaying memorial of a nonexistent relationship.

Harry's place is a whole big meta topic to explore and I feel like there is a lot to it in terms of the psychology of a place.

Assuming that he is still living in the same place as he used to when with Dora, oh boy. The bad days, when every single thing reminded him of her. The remorse, the memories, the past. A scratch over the floor, where she tripped while dancing. Her favourite mug, or rather the few pieces of it, after he broke it in a fit of rage. An empty space after a painting that she loved so much. The scratched wall over the bedhead. The bed itself.

Then, the better days, when he tried to take care of his apartment, but some things were already damaged beyond repair. The plants died, he could buy new ones, but he knew that, sooner or later, they'd share the previous one's fate. The ripped carpet, stained furniture, cracked tiles. Could be replaced, but sooner or later they'd share the previous one's fate. A scratched floor. The scratched floor.

And then, rather sooner than later, the days become bad again.

I don't think Harry liked to spend time at his place. Especially in the bedroom. Especially when he wanted to quit. There was too much past in there, staring at him from every corner, every crack of the floor. I think a good deal of his past relapses might have been caused by this place. Sometimes a forgotten something he found while cleaning it up, sometimes just the space itself, soaked with memories.

(And to all my faithful readers of Echoes, I just want to let you know I read every single one of your tags and comments and it always makes my day <3 Thank you for that everybody, and if I don't always reply to the comments, I want you to know I do read them and I do appreciate them a whole whole lot, life is just very overwhelming sometimes)

[cyber-corp]

HAPPY 11/11!!!! DAY OF CROCKER!!!!!

[fereldanbroth]

demonstrate your good intentions by gently cupping the beard

[alterchaos]

introducing the single greatest character in all of Alter Chaos, the bestest and most purest boi, the pinnacle of innocence and good in the world

Perrito Silver the Hedgehog

I mean...just look at him...

look at this boi ♡

more art of this boi to come

[seriousaboutsiriusblack]

My friend when she see’s my post:

[som3on3outth3r3]

9/9/24: divine detachment

(insp once again coming from @nosebleedclub prompt, “distance between us”)

it’s been a while since we last spoke,

and the distance between us

stretches further still,

a comforting cavern

for my perfectly damned soul

to dwell.

your religion promised

milk and honey by the mouthful,

while only ever shoveling

sewage down my throat.

your thundering consciousness

used as a weapon for

reckless abandonment

over meaningful collection;

i was forced to find a new home

away from survival in fear.

with the love of the world

pushing me forward –

a growing seed planted deep

in the pit of my belly

long before shame and sorrow intervened–

i chose courage instead.

sunlight casting gleaming pools

onto the new and winding walk ahead,

i emerged abounding in the

real divine power of

a life in truth;

the cavity of space

separating our existences

swelling into a symphony of sound,

roaring loud enough to fill your

heavenly home, for once,

with a faithful and honest

harmony.

[hatchetmode]

WAAHHH LOOK AT THE GIFT I GOT FROM MY ROOMMATE !!!!!!!