#andauril

[lafaiette]

Gods I feel you I'm only 10 hours in after having received the game as a gift and I REALLY try to like it but it just ... doesn't feel like Dragon Age. Characters know stuff they shouldn't know about, the game keeps talking down to me, nothing I did in the previous games mattered, the tone is completely different, the mature storytelling of the previous games seems to be missing so far & what I heard so far of how the lore and the characters from previous games have been handled is honestly the worst part and breaks my heart. idk even if i wanna finish the game at this point anymore, I'm just kinda ... sad.

I'm so sad and disappointed, too, I remember our conversations, fics, and headcanons about DA! We were so excited and happy, because Inquisition, DA2, and DAO were genuinely well-made and aimed at pleasing the fans, despite their faults.

DATV is a good action game, no doubt about that. The combat is fun, there is a lot to explore and discover, and many locations are beautiful, even though some are terrible to navigate (Dock Town's structure makes no sense). But that's it - it's a good action game with the name "Dragon Age" pasted on it. It doesn't feel like it's part of the series, it constantly treats the player like an idiot, some references to past games and characters are literally hidden in the brief descriptions of the mementos, and there is even a Glossary to make sure the new players don't get frustrated.

Everything is safe and aseptic, cleaned of every deep piece of lore that could have scared new fans into buying or continuing the game. Even the banters lack the depth of the previous games.

A good game company should lure new players in not by rejecting their past entries, but by making them look even more interesting with their sequels.

Bioware wasn't afraid of offering piece of lore after piece of lore in Inquisition - it was a game set in a precise moment, whose prologue was directly tied to the events of the previous game, and new players had to accept this if they decided to buy it and play it. If they liked that premise, all that information and those details, then they were more than welcome - they were encouraged! - to go back, try the older games, and see how it had all started. It was a game made for the fans the company had already managed to win over, not for possible fans who may or may not bring new money in.

In DATV the new players can jump right in after quickly learning who Solas is and what he's trying to do, and old fans are left with an empty shell, with minor references that are supposed to make us feel happy and accomplished peppered here and there, while all our past choices and our favorite characters are forgotten or brought back with a terrible case of amnesia. It's lazy, infuriating, and very sad, and it smells of reboot, because the new devs probably realized they couldn't keep up with the amount of lore and choices the series contain, and they needed to start anew.

[nightingaletrash]

WIP or Snip, you decide

I was tagged by my lovely friend @andauril <3 thank you so much honey!!

Anyway here's a snippet from the next chapter from A Murder of Crows

“If you say so. Hey, who's turn is it to cook tonight anyway?” “It's Lucanis’.” “Again?” Harding sounded baffled. “I can't remember the last time I got to cook.” “Good," Davrin snorted. "Spares us all from the horrors of Ferelden cuisine.” "Oh you did not just say that!" As the rest of the group began an enthusiastic debate over their dinner plans (with some mild arguing from Harding), Viago turned to Alessia. “I'll need to get back to Treviso and update Teia on the battle,” he said softly, brushing her hair out of her face. “Or you could come visit the Lighthouse and have dinner with us,” she suggested tentatively. “I promise that we have a hard rule on no poisons in the kitchen.” He chuckled. “The day I eat a meal prepared by the Demon of Vyrantium isn't one where I'm worried about being poisoned,” he teased. “But there is something I wanted to talk to you about. Privately.”

tags for @rookinthecrownest @robotslenderman and @annoyed-galaxy if any of y'all have something to share <3

[mercymaker]

Hey <3 Just wanted to ask ... Where did you get the template for Mal's OC Info page from? It looks so good and I've been looking for a good template for forever and just can't find one that I like lol. If you don't want me/others to use the same one you did, that's fine, I'll just keep looking. Thanks for your answer anyway <3

Hey, thank you so much! The theme credit is in the corner of the page, but it's quite easy to miss. It's 'carousel' page theme by ellie from @retrcmoon.

I customized it a little bit to fit my vision, so it looks a bit different from the og!

[nightingaletrash]

@quicksilver07

The chaos child, ready to murder smurfs and horses and generally cause problems!!

Finished Monochrome Sketch Bust Commission for @quicksilver07, of his DnD Character Azula Ebornworth! Thank you so much for commissioning me! This was a lot of fun to work on!

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[shewhowas39]

ahhhhh!!!! the wonderful, beautiful, talented, amazing @andauril surprised me with this lovely art of my durge, June, from my fic, Juniper & Starlight!!!

LOOK AT HER HAIR!!!!!!

go check out andauril and her work! she's amazing!!!

[nikoadmeliora]

Commission for @andauril 🌷

[shandoratheexplorer]

WIP Tag-along

I'll pick up your tag @strixamans!

Today I got possessed by the spirit of Galethara (18+!!!)

"On. Your. Knees. Wizard", Minthara commands, her voice sharp and dripping with authority. Before Gale's mind can process the order, his body obeys, dropping to his knees before her, his gaze lifting to meet hers with a mix of reverence and raw anticipation. A smirk curves Minthara's lips as she closes the distance between them, each step deliberate, her hips swaying with a calculated grace that speaks of control. She places one leg over his shoulder, her thigh pressing against him. His hands instinctively rise to her hips, steadying her as she balances effortlessly on a single foot. Yet, she doesn't falter—her stance remains unshaken, her dominance absolute. With a swift, possessive motion, her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. "Now, wizard", she commands, her tone both teasing and unyielding. "Put that eloquent tongue of yours to good use." There is no hesitation. Gale dives in, the edge of her demand igniting something primal within him. This isn't the ethereal dance he once shared with Mystra—otherworldly and intangible. This is visceral, consuming, grounding him in a way that strips away all artifice. It is life itself, burning and raw. Driven by hunger, he presses his tongue to the heart of her need, moving with a desperation that surprises even him. He laps at her like a man dying of thirst, drinking her in with an urgency that sets his blood alight. Her low, throaty moan is his reward, spurring him to delve deeper, to explore every inch of her. Her scent is intoxicating, a heady mix of arousal and power, filling his senses until there is nothing else. The taste of her lingers on his tongue, salty and electric, each stroke drawing more from her. Behind his eyelids a kaleidoscope of color explodes as his own need for her surges. Beneath his fingers, her skin feels impossibly soft, a contrast to the iron will she exudes. He tightens his grip on her hips, pulling her closer as her fingers curl tighter in his hair, urging him on. “Harder, wizard”, she breathes, the command punctuated by a sharp gasp. He glances up, catching sight of her—head tipped back, eyes closed, her face a portrait of ecstasy. Her hips buck against his mouth, seeking more, and he gives it without question. Every part of him—his focus, his mind, his very being—narrows to a single purpose: to make her call his name. Not just his occupation. His name. He adjusts, moving rougher, deeper, his tongue coaxing sounds from her that he commits to memory. Her breaths quicken, her moans becoming sharper until finally, it happens. “Gale!”, she cries out, her nails digging into his scalp as if to anchor herself against the tidal wave crashing over her. Her voice is raw, filled with an unrestrained pleasure that echoes in his ears like a symphony. Her climax is undeniable, the evidence of it pooling on his tongue, branding itself into his memory. For a moment, the world narrows to just this—her taste, her voice, the weight of her pleasure mingling with his own exhilaration. And he knows, even as her cries fade and her breathing steadies, that this moment is burned into him, even more irrevocable as the orb that simmers in his chest.

No pressure tags for @dramatiquechipmunk @fartasticdurge and @andauril

[amoremagnificentbastard]

@andauril I don't even know what to say. Thank you so, so much -- she looks incredible!!!!!!!!

@amoremagnificentbastard's lovely Diana! Thank you for taking part in my give away, drawing her was a lot of fun! She's a cutie!

[fartasticdurge]

Sneak Peak - all day, every day, some day?

Thank you for the tag @alwaysmauria 🖤

So, I've been posting a lot of happy-go-lucky vibes. And that's cool, but I used to write a lot of angsty things-it was my bread and butter, so I feel like I have to do this, figure out this character in its entirety.

I am wracking my brain for how Emmrich would react when he's gone past that a certain point. And it's a really early draft, he might not fully respond like this, but I'm having feelings about it.

Rook hesitated, then tilted her chin defiantly. “I’ve been asking because you won’t tell me anything.” His brows drew together, anger and disbelief mingling in his gaze. “You had no right.” She scoffed, her arms uncrossing as she took a step closer. “No right? You’ve locked yourself away, Emm. You won’t talk to me, you won’t leave this flat, you won’t—” She gestured vaguely, her frustration boiling over. “I had to ask, because what else am I supposed to do? Just sit around and wait for you to say something?” “I did not ask for your intervention,” he snapped, his voice rising. “And I didn’t ask for you to shut me out,” she shot back, her tone matching his. “But here we are.” They stood in tense silence, the air between them charged. Finally, Emmrich turned away, his shoulders stiff. “If my silence bothers you so greatly,” he said quietly, “perhaps you should not keep coming back.”

Yikes.

Tagging @andauril, @schuldigkun, @drramaticchipmunk.

[cerudinaeart]

For @andauril

Thank you for trusting me 💜

[anda-arts]

I'm glad you like it <3 Your Tav is so gorgeous, and was a lot of fun to draw <3

I was lucky enough to win at an art raffle held by the wonderfully talented @anda-arts on a discord server and just look at this beautiful sketch she did of my darling idiot, Octavia ❤️❤️ Seriously, go check out her art, it's delicious! Thank you again, @andauril, I absolutely love it!

[mercymaker]

Happy birthday!!!!!

Thank you!!!

[anda-arts]

Commissions Open!

More Info on my Commission Carrd OR Commission me on VGen & help me get verified! Reblogs to signal boost would be GREATLY appreciated even if you don't plan to commission me yourself!

[andauril]

Me, whenever Astarion brings his "execute the thief to deter evildoers" line during Ansur Trials: Babygirl, I love you, but you are literally a thief yourself. Are you sure about that? Are you REALLY sure that's the hill you wanna die on?

[andauril]

Here's my girl, Silaestra, holding a knife.

No pressure tags for: @dramatiquechipmunk @fartasticdurge @shandoratheexplorer @nightingaletrash @feyriane @kittenintheden @shewhowas39 @dungeonsdragonsandlawyers

Fantasy OC Maker - Create Your Tav/Durge!

I was tagged by @obsessedwhyyes who shared their beautiful OC Elysia made with this fantastic picrew!

Here is my plus-size Faeborn fighter Titania! Sweet girl has literally been to hell and back but it’s only a matter of time before it catches up with her.

I did a quick lore drop intro for her as part of this chapter in my Promptober entries and she is currently in a little bit of a squabble with Astarion in my longfic This is a Gift you Know on Ao3!

Tagging @shockdowndefiance @sanguinepearls @ficbrish @acciokaidanalenko @frostmantle @maladaptive-menace @inkymoonbunny @roguishcat @marlowethebard @tragedybunny @mj-bites if you want to make your OCs too!

[dramatiquechipmunk]

WIP Whenever

Thank you @alwaysmauria for the tag ❤️ loved reading what you're cooking there! I'm currently editing the next chapter of my main fic, Marked by Fate, so here's a silly little snippet from it

“So… can vampires poop?” Karlach’s voice cut through the quiet, and Tav nearly spat out her apple, her laugh bursting out so suddenly it was almost a choke. Astarion stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes wide with disbelief. “I beg your pardon?” His companion, however, wasn’t fazed. “Do. You. Poop?” she repeated, enunciating each word slowly like she was speaking to a confused child. “You know, dig a little hole in the ground, drop a load. All of that.” The rogue stared at her, the muscle in his jaw twitching. He took a slow breath, “Karlach, darling… before starting a conversation, it’s best to think.” His words became clipped, “Preferably, about what you’re saying.” The tiefling just shrugged, as nonchalant as ever. “Eh, never been my strong suit. Tav, meanwhile, was practically doubled over with laughter, wiping tears from her eyes. The barbarian, completely serious, leaned in again, “So… do you?” The vampire cast a long-suffering look at the other elf, his pale fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as if warding off a headache. “See? This is why I didn’t want to tell them.” His voice dripped with exasperation. He sighed heavily. “No, Karlach. We don’t produce… waste.” “Neat,” she grinned widely. “So, can you eat food?” His eyes flashed with impatience, his teeth gritting. “When did this turn into a bloody interrogation about vampire anatomy?” “Oh, don’t get your knickers in a twist,” Karlach waved him off. “I’ve never met anyone like you. I’m just curious.” Tav, still chuckling, leaned in and laid a hand on Astarion’s shoulder, her voice dripping with playful mischief. “She’s right, darling. If anything, you should be flattered. Look at all the attention you’re getting.” Astarion rolled his eyes and sighed again, resigned. “Yes, we can eat and drink, but it does absolutely nothing for us.”

Passing along no obligation tags to @shandoratheexplorer, @fartasticdurge and @andauril