#dav barks

[barkingbarghest]

Honestly the best reward that veilguard can give me for doing main quest stuff is more of the gang's book club notes. Thank you Bellara for being the note taker I owe you my life

[bunabi]

How is Miss Virelle doing! 😭 I’m not sure if you mentioned what she ended up doing post-dav! 🥺

Aww thanks for asking!

Let's see....I don't really know honestly lol. She was so unlike herself that I don't know how to incorporate Veilguard into what I've been doing with her these past ten years.

Especially since (dav spoiler warning) the Inquisitor + a series of temporary alliances seems to be what's holding the South together. So I'd like her to continue helping people? But she deserves to rest. Not an Eternal Isolation With Her Situationship kind of rest, but to go back to her family for a while, slow down a little, travel a bit.

I've been having fun shipping her and Cillian thee Arcane Warrior. I'll just keep doing that until I figure the rest out. 🥺

How are you guys approaching it? I've seen folks treat DAV as non-canon but I just can't do it. I'd rather work with the story we got than try to build an entirely new one. It's not exactly what I wanted but it has fun bits and at least Felassan was there.

[americankimchi]

this entire conversation with morrigan is just my rook going

just witnessed all of solas's "regrets" and truly after every single one i'm like. damn am i supposed to feel sorry for this clown bc LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO it's called consequences baby!!!!!! no wonder his name is the elven word for pride HJKDGHFJGH

[drakonovisny]

FRESCOS!!!!!

[inquisimer]

in a cycle where I think I'm normal about valya, isseya, and the last flight again, and then I pick up davrin's quest to talk to valya and I mcfuckin LOSE MY MIND

god. I love them so much 😭😭 and they hurt me so bad

[starfishsonny]

kinderwhore yolay caprese!!

[tench]

I'm in awe of the quest where Rook and co decided to stabilise a very iffy looking artifact in front of the statue of the very corrupted god they are fighting, surrounded by notes of the veil jumper describing how old trapped entity is talking to him. And when that artifact spawned them a body suspended in midair in t-pose, they decided just... Leave. "The forest will sort it out".

Like, this is insane for a person who accidentally set free two corrupted ancient elven gods. Now she's doing it on purpose!!

[ndostairlyrium]

From the Rook questions: which NPCs does Ellie like? Which ones do they dislike?

Oh hello you!!! <3 thanks for the ask!! **

Rook Questionnaire

15: What NPCs do they like? Which one's do they dislike?

Ah, he likes SO MANY :'D

Excluding family (Myrna and Vorgoth), he goes along very well with Antoine, has a strong respect for Strife, and really wishes to get close to Rana, but his absolute favorite is Evka. He saw the hammer and thought "I want to be her when I grow up / I will never mess with this woman".

He "dislikes" the Inquisitor, because she was blind to whatever Solas was doing in Skyhold, for then designate someone else to clean up her mess. It's her fault if Varric got hurt and the gods "escaped" their prison, forcing a half-prepared rookie to make terrible choices to save the day.

He also "dislikes" Elek, because he's part of the consequences of his greatest failure so far (prioritized Treviso during act 1). He hates what he represents for the future of a Minrathous without a strong political infrastructure.

It's something more intimate than simple dislikes, basically.

Ellie is more disliked than he dislikes, tho. I don't know if that makes sense? lol

[endawn]

this game would be so much better if pax was an actual companion

[elfyroot]

I've been working on some Felassan swaps for Veilguard (using the Davrin Character Swaps by IBSammy on Nexus as inspiration to begin with). Mostly to give him outfits that are a little more his canon-vibe, along with giving him weapons that would fit (it's still warrior shield/sword but now they're more elfy ;) )

They are WIP atm but see what I mean below... would this be something people would like me to post on Nexus/here once it's done?

First using a mish-mash of a civ outfit, dalish/arlathan weapons and mage belt. I had a texture remake for the outfit to begin with.

Second is a mish-mash of rogue cloak, starting veil jumper gear and mage belt. The recolors / retexture is in progress (and hiding that little dangly tie). Also there's another shield that's smaller with Dalish vibes but need to get it working.

Would want to put together maybe one more outfit but we'll see. Just wanted to see if anyone was interested in me posting it at the end.

I also have a glowing eyes in combat mod for my Inky as Rook that could posssssibllllyy be added in as well.

[barkingbarghest]

i've been taking SO many screenshots this game is SO pretty and photo mode has got my back here are a few from like, the first few hours

[danielnelsen]

ok well the second game (the previous one was the third game) was way too easy, i did the whole thing in one try

WHEW

wish i could show my 14 year old self this

[mercars-musings]

Favourite Sentence... Let's Just Say Week Day

Aaaa @hyperions-light TYSM for the taggies! I always absolutely appreciate it :3

So I usually just throw my fanfics into the ether & run away to never look at them again once I'm happy with them so actually looking back over them was certainly a first for me lmfao

BUT! I did quite enjoy it so, I hope whoever sees these enjoy them too!

PS: I only have like 8 published fics so like this is practically 1 sentence from each bar 1 fic ; this doesn't mean I think all my works my best - just that I have a small pool to pull from lmfao /hj /lh

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"Spirits willing Az… I will stay by your side into the afterlife, or at least for as long as you’ll have me.”

From Market Memories {Tumblr / AO3} - This was the first DAV fic I wrote & published! It's an Emrook Angst as per usual, starting as I meant to go on I think lmfao

This is when you first meet Ren! {Az's Ex - AKA. that Magisters Son}.

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And with that thought, the rage had officially gnawed its way into his throat and he had to let it out before it consumed him once and for all.

From Would You Fall In Love With Me Again {Tumblr / AO3} - Takes place at the end of Cage for Gods, Emmrich & Az reunite but realise Rook seems a LOT older than he should. Panic & Angst ensues bc it's my writing so of course it does lmfao

This piece includes my FAVOURITE way I've ever written an emotional scene - Az is GOIN THROUGH IT all alone hehe :'3

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Ren smiled brightly again, his thumb grazing across Az's knuckles before he pulled his hand away again, leaving Az's hand feeling unbearably cold.

From A Lonely Circle {Tumblr / AO3} - Yup, it's THAT Ren... a snapshot of Az's depressing time in the Minrathous Circle ft. Gay Panic about his at the time best friend lmfao.

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"Hm? Oh yeah, this probably helped." Az retorted as he brought the piece of metal he had been handling into view. It was a key.

From Breaking In {Tumblr / AO3} - This is cheating bc it's technically 2 Sentences but I just like Az being a cheeky little shit here lmao.

This is from one of my rare silly fluff pieces where Az helps Harding break into Taash's room to set up a surprise, shenanegans & Harding x Taash gayness ensues :3

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"She's growling at us all actually," Az interjected, though the scowl Emmrich shot back made him quickly realise that he wasn't quite making the best case he could here.

From Trust & Fish Sticks {Tumblr / AO3} - A silly piece where Rook Mercar adopts the dog that's always barking outside of the Dock Town dog cages :3

I just like watching Az accidentally snarking himself into deeper shit & Emmrich being super done with his bs honestly lmfao

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"He wanted to publish the manual." Az whispered, "He wanted to visit Arlathan again; see his clan; have a drink with Eldrin… he wanted to travel the world with Assan… finding adventures as they went. Hells… he wanted us to come with on some of them, I was meant to convince you to take a sabbatical from teaching so we could."

From Gone Too Soon {Tumblr / AO3}- My latest fic; post Cage For Gods - Az struggles to come to terms with losing Davrin who was like a brother to him.

I feel like I solidified how close Em, Az & Davrin were which is something I hadn't quite done before! Idk I just liked that I could slide that in - the sentence hurts me :3

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If you stuck around this long TYSM! I appreciate you deeply and hope you take the time to read some of these if you haven't already! /gen <3

Chucking the tag at the usual friendos whom I haven't seen tagged already :3 - @sunny374940 ; @thedissonantverses ; @fangbangerghoul ; @pavuslavellan ; @andthekitchensinkao3 ; @ofcrowsanddragons ; @redheadsramblings ; @rookgallustroublesomehousehimbo ; @the-bear-and-his-sunbird ; @caughtnyact ; @nyx-de-riva ; @anderfels & absolutely anyone else who wants in! :3

[cursedhaglette]

Please tell me your thoughts about Felassan and Solas’s relationship so much of it is left for us to fill in!!

okay beautiful one. the masked empire is literally so slow. i'm bored of it and know how it ends so i'm gonna tackle this without finishing it because i'm a strong brave girl. you heard it here first.

felassan is such a babe, first of all. let me get that out of the way. his intro being "yeah we used to eat medicinal bark back in the day. not this shit though" and just putting the bark he chewed back on the tree? icon. legend. "yeah i'm...dalish..." okay felassan, you've charmed me.

as for felassan and solas, well that sure is the question, isn't it? i think in a lot of ways, it feels like felassan is representative of the traits that solas loses when he loses mythal. felassan's sense of duty and compassion never seem to waver, never lose focus. even when he denies solas the passcode to the eluvians, it is because he believes it is what's best for the elves. solas is mired in his pride and his duty, his guilt and everything going on with mythal that tangles through that, but felassan doesn't seem to suffer from the same... distractions? (idk if that's necessarily the right word?) if solas is the mind, felassan is the heart. you need both to make the kind of change that is right for an entire race of people.

and i think in some ways, that's why solas needs the inquisitor to step into the position of 'heart' (even if unromanced!) where felassan fell. to redeem solas and save the world as it is, solas has to have both, he cannot win with wisdom and pride alone. would he have with felassan still by his side? who can say - maybe trick i guess.

anyway idk if any of this made sense! but it's my personal take on the matter based on what we have from TME, DAI, and DAV. i also definitely think felassan and solas explored each others bodies during the rebellion. look at them. they'd be fools not to. why hasn't someone written an after battle hurt/comfort/smut for them. i can't do everything myself.

lastly the "solas is bi but doesn't date men anymore because he's haunted by fumbling felassan so bad" joke that was going around is also so good i think it's become my personal headcanon too so add that to the list. okay that's all for real

[starfishsonny]

jshshskwkek silly lil animatic of my dog man au,,!!!

[dominimoonbeam]

I'm working on the David/Hux amnesia fic, I Don't Know You, and it got me rereading the David/Hux get together fic, What are you doing here?

Snippet from the first fic. <3

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David shifted human and jumped down. “Stop moving!”

Huxley sat up but had to stop to catch his breath, pressing his eyes shut like the world was spinning.

David crouched beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder to steady him. “Just breathe for a minute.”

Huxley did, but the breaths didn’t come easily, like his chest was too tight.

David looked back up at the ledge, imagining him falling backward off that. “Can I touch you?”

Huxley blinked at him, glancing once at his hand still on his shoulder.

David scoffed. “To check if you broke anything.”

It took him a few seconds too long to answer. David couldn’t tell if that was hesitation or a concussion, but then he shrugged and nodded. “Sure, but you don’t have to. Arms and legs are fine. I can get out of here.”

David snorted, doubting that. He was moving too stiffly to be able to just climb out of there like it was no big deal. He kept the hand on Huxley’s shoulder to hold him steady while the other gently touched his head through thick curls that had mostly escaped their messy tie. Huxley winced when David’s fingers brushed the cut on the back of his head. David muttered an apology.

“You might have a concussion…”

“Oh, I’m definitely concussed, dude.”

“How the hell would you know?” he argued even though the elemental was agreeing with him. David continued to roam his fingers down the back of the guy’s neck, watching his face for reactions.

Huxley smiled. “If they gave out punch cards for concussions, I’d have so many free yogurts by now.”

David continued to stare, not sure if that made sense or not. “I guess that explains a lot about you,” he spat and saw the other man’s expression when his words hit. His smile fell, a polite ghost of what it had been just seconds ago, and his eyes looked away, down. “I’m sorry,” David said, voice low with regret. He hadn’t actually meant to hurt this stranger’s feelings. He was just… well, he was an asshole sometimes. “I didn’t mean that.”

Huxley shrugged, easy expression back in place. He winced when David’s hand was low on his back.

“How did you land?”

“Hard?” Huxley smirked.

David tried not to. “Har har, asshole.”

“On my back, I think. No, hip first, then back.”

“And then head?”

“I don’t remember hitting my head.”

David frowned. Great. At least Huxley hadn’t passed out, thrown up, or started rambling yet. He let go of his shoulder and unzipped the elemental’s jacket.

Milo snapped off a bark and a growl somewhere overhead, warning off the bear when she got curious.

Huxley jerked a little, his gaze going high and toward the woods up there. “It didn’t bite me.”

David lifted the man’s shirt, getting a look at a huge patch of bruising on his side coming up from the waistband of his jeans and spreading over the side of his back. It looked bad, darker in spots where his ribs had taken the brunt of it. He ghosted a hand over them and the guy flinched away automatically, hissing a breath. Broken. He had at least two broken ribs. God, David hoped they weren’t puncturing anything. “What?”

“It didn’t. Just leave them alone.”

David put his shirt back down and looked at his face, wondering if his concussion was kicking in. What the fuck was he talking about? “Who? What are you—”

“The bear. She has cubs. She didn’t touch me so we can leave her alone, right?” I’ll climb down instead of going back up if—"

“Are you insane?” David snapped. Climb down? Maybe he hadn’t looked, but David had. If he hadn’t hit this ledge, or if he’d rolled a little farther, he would have fallen straight down a thirty-foot drop. There was no climbing down. He remembered the path of wreckage above, the overturned ground and the felled tree. “You didn’t hurt the bear.” It had been a choice. He could have but he hadn’t.

“It wasn’t her fault, man. She was just doing what she thought she had to.”

“Are you stupid?” David snapped before he could think better of it. Huxley winced. “You could have died!”

“I didn’t.”

“Because we found you! What if we hadn’t been in the area?” Although, if they hadn’t been in the area, David wouldn’t have pushed this guy out of the area he knew and straight toward a conflict with a bear. Guilt gnawed at the wolf’s heart, but Huxley didn’t even seem to think of that argument.

“I would have gotten up eventually, dude.”

David gawked. He was sure that if Huxley wasn’t injured, he would have shoved him.

“Not to downplay your help,” the elemental added again, as though worried for David’s feelings. It was salt on his wounds. “I really appreciate you guys coming all the way over here to check on me but I’m alright.”

“The hell you are,” David growled. He stood up and looked at the ledge. There were enough rocks piled together to create steps up to it. “Can you get up or do you want me to carry you?”

Huxley laughed before wincing and clutching at his side, still smiling despite the tears that pricked his eyes. “Don’t joke, dude. I think I busted a rib.”

He had busted two. “I’m not joking.”

Huxley dragged a couple careful breaths. “You can’t carry me, man.”

David stared at him, confused. “Yes. I can.”

Huxley met his gaze, looking for a joke and then…was he blushing? Huxley was a big guy. They were roughly the same size. David realized he was used to people being smaller than himself, which meant Huxley probably was too. David couldn’t remember the last time someone had carried him. It had probably been his dad. He pushed that thought away. He supposed Huxley wasn’t used to the idea of being carried. But David definitely could. If it wasn’t for those ribs, he would have already put him over his shoulder and started up the incline and back to the woods.

The bear left, Milo told him over their psychic link. Do you need help getting him out?

Huxley climbed to his feet and David caught is arm by the elbow just in case he fell. He swayed for a few seconds but then nodded, jaw tight as if determined to keep the world from swirling under him.

“So,” David said, trying to start some conversation that might help distract this guy from his own pain. “You fall off cliffs a lot?”

Huxley blinked at him.

“You said you’ve had a lot of concussions…”

Huxley huffed a thin, almost-laugh, and shuffled toward the stone wall. Every step he took looked stiff and pained, but he started climbing. “No, this is a first. I do a lot of sports though and I mean, I did fall out of a tree once. That was kind of like this.”

David laughed before he could stop himself. Jesus. Another Asher…

Milo stood at the top of the drop off in human form. He crouched and offered Huxley his arm.

Huxley blinked at the stranger and the arm. “I don’t want to be rude, but I don’t want to pull you down either…”

Milo looked confused.

David snorted, standing behind Huxley with hands hovering near his back. He didn’t want to touch or push if he didn’t have to, afraid it would hurt him more. “Milo this is Huxley, Huxley this is Milo,” he introduced them gruffly. “Milo could carry you if he needed to. You’re not going to pull him down even if you try.”

Milo’s gaze flicked between the two of them, his smile growing. David wasn’t sure if it was purely amusement or maybe a little pride too. If it was pride, then it deserved to be there. Milo wasn’t big for a wolf but he was still a wolf.

“Oh,” Huxley said in that odd tone that made David wonder if he was blushing again. He surprised himself by how much he wanted to see if he was. Huxley took Milo’s offered arm. “Nice to meet you, dude.”

“Same.” Milo carefully but steadily helped Huxley up over those last steps and onto the ground, not letting go of him until he was away from the edge.

“Thanks,” the elemental sighed, glancing around at the dark woods.