#dirthavhen

[striife]

Old news by now, but I forgot to ever comment on this and I remembered I wanted to, since it's about me.

I think it's funny that following someone and reading their posts can be referred to as "creepy" simply because I was critical of them.

I also made it pretty clear how exactly their "inquiry of even a small thing" was harmful, and it's wild to justify disrespecting creators because they are old enough not to cry about it. but whatever, that's not what this post is about.

This post is about who I am. Hilariously, they claim to have received intelligence from the tumblr spy network that this is a new blog. Good job, Sherlock. You've cracked that case. But I will defend my honor to the point that I don't care enough about them specifically to go through the effort of creating new blogs just for them.

Contrary to their belief, they are not the "threat" they called themselves 💀. They are just one of the louder tar pits on this site who have shitty opinions, and I made this blog recently for the purpose of DA Fandom content, meta posts and the court of my own personal public opinion for those tar pits. All of them.

So, for the spies that don't exist, and the record:

Hello, my name is Jack. This is a side blog because my main is drama-free and my followers have come to expect that from my content. I don't want to disrupt their peace with my inexhaustible drive to let people know how terrible their opinions are.

So, if you just want peace in your life, this isn't the Fandom blog for you. But if you want to see pretty edits, beautiful art, meaningful meta, and reasonable takes on discourse for once in this godforsaken place, then I'm your man.

[lostiel]

love the flirting options in this game

inspired by dirthavhen's post

[fenrelmercar]

@dirthavhen datamining posts made me do this.

[saanphoenix]

Behold! Random bullshit, go! @dirthavhen

Talking about enemies across the sea.

Emmrich discussing how...you kinda fucking can't leave Thedas??

Only bits of the Lore regarding the "We Are Coming" peeps at the end of the game:

So. These little shits--which are described as feeling "wrong", these artifacts "cold" even around a fire, have an effect of creating a darkness so thick even a light spell can't pierce it--which have been implied to us to have started the first major fuck-up after Solas' imprisoning of the Evanuris--helping inspire the Tevinter magisters to pierce the Veil the first time and oops accidentally the Blight--are, or were, infesting the Deep Roads NEAR THE SEA.

The same sea no one can fucking remember ever crossing in recent memory. LONG recent memory.

[treviso-nights]

how far art thou fallen from heaven — a multichapter solrook tale

rating: M ch.1 word count: 1.3k summary: rook ends up in the regret-prison with solas after a nightmare. he taunts her, and she responds in kind, but worse. one way or another, solas is going to realize: varric chose rook to stop him for a reason. (ch.1 of my new obsession. will update description + tags as I proceed)

A/N: for my moot, @dirthavhen but also for me and the rest of us on this journey bc what the shit 😭

read on AO3

The first time Rook has a nightmare is not the last.

But it is the first time Solas has ever gazed at her without the searing contempt so heavy in every expression he's ever made in her direction. 

Rook, gasping, presses a trembling hand to her face. At once, her circumstances are a little clearer—the fuzzy, ever-shifting texture of the magical atmosphere minutely less alarming.

Her next breath is a ghost, and she does not know the name or the color of it, precisely, but she is content to see it go. "Solas? Am I dreaming?"

Irritation blooms across his face, its petals unfurling at the corners of his eyes, nose, and mouth. "You were dreaming," he declared. "Or, rather, you were having a nightmare. Truth be told, it was a little incomprehensible, even to myself."

"A nightmare?" she echoes. Despite her Crow training, Rook is too slow to banish the disorientation churning at the forefront of her conscious mind. She is even slower to mask the lingering confusion slackening her features, though when she does realize this nakedness, her mouth twists angrily.

Her next words are a snarl. "You were spying on my dreams?"

And even from across the divide of his prison, Rook can see the exact moment Solas scoffs by the curious way his throat bobs above his robe's collar. "I did no such thing," he refutes. "Must I always need to remind you of our connection every time you cannot discern why it is present?"

The Fade around them curdles at the word 'connection '. Or, maybe, it’s just Rook, the very word a poison dagger she wishes to remove from her mouth and throw into the Dread Wolf’s heart. 

Or his cock.

if he has one.

Because how is she supposed to know he really does?

“Fine,” she spits, scanning their surroundings with almond eyes. Each iris flashes silver in the Fade, their icy hue tempered only by the rings of pine-green around the pupils. “Then how did I end up here?” With you, is the true accusation, sounding off around her in the cannon-fire of their uneasy truce. 

The subsequent twitch of Solas's mouth lets Rook know that she’s already lost the round. 

“I imagine, in your distress,” he begins, folding both hands behind him, “Your psyche retreated from the chaos and by instinct, migrated to another, more familiar location in the Fade—this one, in fact, by virtue of the blood magic linking us together.” 

Several of lilac-colored curls rips free of Rook’s braid, their ends thrashing against her still-pallid complexion. 

“In other words,” Solas says, his next smile a mockery of the affable, polite mask he usually favors, “You came to me.”

Rook swears. Colorfully.

Normally, the Crow would not reveal this much of herself to an enemy, but she is tired, and shaken, and the nightmare—nebulous as it now is—continues to catch on all the sharpened edges of her. For a moment, Rook cannot even bear to look at the mage because she does not want to see the hoisted banner of his undeniable victory dance in the Fade’s ambient wind.

But, as always, the Dread Wolf waits for her. It is not until she reluctantly brings her gaze back to him that he asks, “Out of an unadulterated—if not ill-informed—curiosity, what were you dreaming about?” 

Rook has no intention to answer, of course. Nor does she find it amusing to watch him tilt his head as if he were a coy lover, exposing a long, unblemished span of neck which would be so, so easy to pierce—

“—There was something about… a hand?” he muses, gray-violet eyes turning to the softly roiling sky. “And… a door?” 

This time, Rook does not allow Solas to see how this rips through her like a killing blow. She does not permit a single muscle to breathe or expand inside her body. She obscures this—all of it. The way her blood turns to acid, the way her chest implodes, the way cold sweat gurgles on the back of her neck.

No, not this. She will never give him this.

It is only through sheer willpower that she is able to stay atop her feet. But she does. Rook’s answering smirk, a cruel, little thing, is suddenly an antidote to the nausea flowing in her gut. Solas, recognizing an obvious preclude before an attack, stiffens in response.

“I don’t know, Solas,” Rook replies, casually flicking her long braid over a shoulder. “Dreams sure are strange, huh? I wonder what you dream about, which failure hits you the hardest, though there’s already so many of them. I mean, keeping count at your old, decrepit age, right?”

When he doesn’t answer, Rook’s smirk grows teeth, and she taps a forefinger to her chin, deliberating. “Oh, oh! let me guess. Are your dreams about… your homeland? Not the Fade, I mean. But you know! The homeland that the very ancient, very dead elves built after you tranquil’d and destroyed the titans.”

To the untrained eye, one could so easily miss the tightening of the Dread Wolf’s shoulders, straining as he undoubtedly squeezes his palms together behind him.

“No?” Rook prompts. She begins to pace, walking toe-to-heel on her side of the regret-prison. “Hm… what about Felassan? Your sexy, also-ancient, also-dead best friend that you murdered in cold blood?”

Rook snickers. 

“Creators, what a fucking waste. If I was stuck in here with him, he and I would be doing a lot more than talking if you know what I mean. ”

Peeking from a peripheral, Rook watches Solas grit his teeth.

“I’m still off, aren’t I?”

Because if he is going to remain in her head, Rook had already decided long ago that the burden of his magical fumbling would weigh entirely upon him—as is only fitting for the elven god of lies, trickery, and deceit.

“I guess, if I was absolutely forced to keep guessing,” Rook chuckles, “I would bet my mortal, worthless life that your dreams are actually about her.”

The abrupt, almost violent, dilation of Solas's pupils tips her off.

Bingo.

“Tell me Solas: how did Mythal’s body feel in your arms after personally snuffing out what little, withered life remained from her first death?”

“Enough,” the Dread Wolf hisses. Drawing himself up to his full height, Solas nearly vibrates with rage, the pale violet in his eyes blown black with fury. “I take your point. I see now that nothing more can be gained from such fruitless, idiotic banter. Forgive me, mortal, for having tried.”

Now that the cut had landed where she’d aimed, Rook stows her grin away, the transition in expressions almost jarring. 

“Stay out of my past, and I’ll stay out of yours,” she promises, though she can’t help the slight tilt to her head at that. 

“Well… maybe. I am a liar and an assassin by trade.”

“And I the bane of all your worldly nightmares, I suppose?”

“Not all,” Rook says, and she means it. Their gazes—pale lavender and ice-green—clash.

After another moment’s deliberation, Solas sighs, inclining his head in agreement. “So be it. I might wish you fairer dreams, but I am not in the habit of doing so, and I see no reason to begin now.”

“Alas, I might wish you a better… prison, but I just don’t.”

At that, Solas smirks. “You should be able to wake more easily now that you are here. Simply think of the Lighthouse, and you will find yourself awakening within a matter of moments.”

Rook nods, a small, reluctant gesture. 

“Good luck, Rook,” Solas says, hands again folding behind his back. “You will need it.”

And perhaps it is her imagination, but Rook trusts that it is not—that the bare, writhing malice within his eyes is real, and that that malice is a living, eager serpent preparing itself to strike.

[pinayelf]

Finally finished the game so Rook template time!!!!

Despite the rocky road Biyaya and Neve's relationship went through, they ended up being close friends and pretty much family <3

First template by @dirthavhen and second by halkuonn <3

[watermelonfaerie]

Solas is Jealous of The Inquisitor

Lemme explain- after a discussion with @dirthavhen I've produced a theory: They were in the same position- same problem- made different choices and everyone loved Lavellan and in Solas' position? he was villified and hated.

When faced with a world they found unsavory: Lavellan going back in time and seeing a world that "isnt real" to them because they were going to undo it

Lavellan saved people and was celebrated.

Solas has been villified for trying to do what he thinks is right and constantly told hes wrong.

He's jealous. and what color is jealousy commonly associated with? Green.

[galedekarios]

tag game

i was tagged by @dirthavhen - thank you! 🖤

last song: paris paloma - the fruits

favourite colour: blue and green

last book: veilguard art book

last movie: the green knight

last tv show: arcane season 2

sweet/spicy/savoury: savoury.

last thing i googled: recamiere bc i want one for my living room

current obsession: dragon age, baldur's gate and ocs

looking forward to: buying a new tablet so i can draw again

tagging (no pressure):

@ayrennaranaaldmeri, @evenstar-crescentmoon, @pinkvbay, @utopianoverlord, @hawke

@shadovvheart, @onewingedangels, @mercymaker, @eurodynamic, @aesfocus

@markmefistov, @not-so-blue, @elizzacassan, @linasketchess, @friberchi

@wild-magic-oops, @sellisternian, @messiahzzz, @shalizeh7, @virmire

@lokorum, @daisymeade, @zahra-hydris, @lairofsentinel

@carusti, @fuzzy-set, @inkberrry, @rivensbane, @cytharat

@rahabs, @renegon, @bloodofelves, @sparrowhearted, @criticalgale

@tianlavellan, @starchild0985, @aldwirs, @sunnysorcerer

[durgeapologist]

wild to see your post about dirthavhen, i had no idea. admittedly i’m sensitive about this bc i love solavellan, i do like to read metas from people with differing opinions HOWEVER her posts were always so weirdly vicious about lavellan i couldn’t stick with them. no amount of nice formatting and serious academic tone can make me think a post wasn’t typed in a total misogynistic rage lol.

i’m sorry to hear your own space was spoilt by this person!

thank you and it's very much okay! we have recovered, bounced back, and are stronger than ever!!

it was a very weird situation to be in as someone who only started playing the DA series because of the solavellan romance. when i realized the vitriol that they carried for the ship and for lavellan herself, even as a dreadrooker, it REALLY rubbed me the wrong way because they are the entire reason a lot of solavellans have such a poor view on solas/rook shippers! like most of us love lavellan, even if she doesn't exist in others' worldstate! we do not all see her as some "pushover" or any other horrible thing that account was saying right at dav release! it was so disheartening to have to sit thru their rants and watch as they actively bullied others in the server for not only shipping solavellan, but just for mentioning the ship in a positive light!

and because they had such a large following, and deleted most of their more vile takes on lavellan when they started gaining major attention, it makes it seem like dreadrookers condone that kind of attitude or behavior towards the solavellan ship and lavellan, which IS NOT THE CASE because as it has been shown, most of them were not even aware of this kind of behavior, because they were not in the server with this person to see firsthand how bad they could be.

[fruk-choosing-a-username]

veilguard oc time

Khet Ingellvar

canon Rook

absolute sweetheart

mostly optimistic and positive, but tends to get panicked in dire situations

Emmrich is his dad essentially. Davrin is his bro. Harding is his very close friend, with him since the beginning.

crypt baby born and raised in Nevarra and the Grand Necropolis

Theneras Aldwir

post-game character that meets everyone during other adventures

I call them "Involuntary Psychic" because they have a curse that causes their dreams to predict the future, but of course these dreams are usually nightmares predicting horrible things

grumpy (probably because they never get any sleep from afore mentioned nightmares)

knew Bellara long before, being a veil jumper. bonds with Taash over shared non-binary identity. becomes close with Lucanis and Rook/Khet when adventuring with them during post-game events

I put Minrathous and Arlathan as their origin/birthplace because they were technically born in Minrathous, but then tragic backstory stuff happened and they ended up in Arltathan Forest. After losing both their parents, they were taken in by a Dalish clan. They consider themselves Dalish and consider Arlathan their true home

template by @dirthavhen

[scriberated]

Thanks for the tags @dirthavhen & @fenrelmercar!

Last Song: Which Witch by Florence + the Machine

Favorite Color: Dark Green

Last Book: Under the Oak Tree by Suji Kim

Last Movie: Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix

Last TV Show: The Crown (I'm suffering. I don't actually enjoy it and don't know why I'm still watching three seasons in)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: SPICY. All day every day.

Last thing I googled: List of locations in veilguard (I can't remember them all)

Current Obsession: Dragon Age, full stop.

Looking forward to: More writing on original stuff (more writing in general, too), more art, more reading, less burnout, less bullshit, more friends, prioritizing myself.

No Pressure Tags: @thrillofhope, @klynnvakarian, @boomturkey, @gil-galadhwen, @myfavouritelunatic, @sammybunny711, @thedarknone, @zombolouge @dinosaurswant2rule

[starchild0985]

@dirthavhen

betraying someone who trusts them deeply is one of the sexiest things a character can do its unparalleled. cause either the relationship is irrevocably changed and said character is completely at fault (guilt complex, hot) or it isnt and then both sides have to deal with the fact that they care about each other enough to overlook the betrayal (unceasing devotion, also hot)

[lostiel]

thank you for the tag!!❤️ @skyholdscribe

Last song: b2b by charli xcx

Favourite colour: white for clothes and dark blue for everything else

Last book: earthsea probably.. like a year ago oh god

Last movie: haven't watched one in a while

Last TV show: happy endings

Sweet/spicy/savoury: savoury, sweet and no spicy

Last thing I googled: "deep blue colour name" to answer the fave colour question but there were too many lol

Current obsession: dragon age the veilguard

Looking forward to: reading a fic <3

tagging (no pressure) @kittyoperas @halliserres @fenrelmercar @harellan @astrariums @wheatthinsofficial @orenroran @dirthavhen and anyone else who wants to do it🤗

[fenrelmercar]

stuff @dirthavhen dug up continues to inspire me

[saanphoenix]

@dirthavhen It's just. The best armor. Most fashionable. Hadn't met Dorian yet, but he was already jealous.

[fenrelmercar]

i came here to thank you for pointing out that hand rubbing solrook moment you literally opened our third eye🙏

we should really be thanking @dirthavhen for bringing it to my attention and just for providing us with all the incredible content all day, every day. She is the real captain of this ship. ❤️