#ghost sola

[an-established-butt-dent]

Dragon age: the Veilguard

What I imagine the cover of a comic about the Dreadwolf looks like.

[chaoticneuthrall]

*Potential Veilguard Spoilers*

*Solas watching Rook and their LI make out in his bed from the fade.*

"Please don't **** in my bed... I haven't even got to **** in my bed."

[pinacoladamatata]

i just think

[bootydragon8]

Seeing the new game footage of Solas is so weird. Why is the egg hot now?

[edda-grenade]

wounded by the same knife

[attractthecrows]

solavellan this solavellan that. my favorite way to interpret dalish heroes is as mirrors.

you're Mahariel. your life is over because of a mirror.

You are the mirror of Garahel. Tamlen is the blighted mirror of you. You, the hero, are a reflection of what has been and should never have been. The blood spilled and blackened over a millennium in the name of corrupted once-gods.

you're Merrill. your life is forever altered because of a mirror. you are a reflection of the pride and the folly of your Keeper, of what a Dalish mage should be, and should have been all along.

you are Lavellan. you are the Inquisitor, the lynchpin of fate, both a reflection and avenue of change - like an eluvian. you are the reflection of Mahariel. you are the reflection of your clan. you are the reflection of Ameridan. you are a reflection of Corypheus, caught in a cycle older than either of you. you are a reflection of the elvhen heart and soul. you are, unknowingly, the reflection of Fen'harel, and you will drag the world kicking and screaming into it's new fate and future.

you are, more than anything else, a mirror.

[mysticdreamdrafts]

Love Languages | Multi-Fandom Headcanons

Sometimes I think about love language and how it changes based on person.

Like…what if he thought he knew his love language…and it shifted when he met you.

His love language isn’t specific in general like acts of service or words of affirmation…but maybe it’s specific to you.

It’s making sure you feel peace — no matter the cost to him.

His love language is waking up just early enough compared to you that he can watch you sleep a little bit before getting your favorite ready in the morning. Coffee. Tea. Oats. Omelette. Whatever will bring you to flutter those beautiful eyes open and find him bringing it to you on a little serving tray. It might not always be perfect, but it’s perfect because he did it just for you. 

His love language is seeing when you’re upset without you telling him and helping however he can. If you need space, he’ll provide your comfort and give it to you. Here’s a blanket and your favorite pillow tucked to bring you peace. Here is your favorite movie he silently put on and then left so you could enjoy the silence and wind down.

If you need comfort he’s there. Even if he isn’t good with comforting others, he’s an expert with you. He knows how to give the perfect scalp massage to relax you, how to pull you into his chest without suffocating you, but squeezing you to remind you it’s going to be okay. He’ll make sure of it. The gentle kisses on your temple, your ear, your neck, just giving soothing rubs with his fingertips up and down your arm like the caress of a ghost. Not to overwhelm you, but to let you ease into him. Never forcing his love on you, allowing you to let yourself believe you deserve his love.

His love language is taking you to that place you showed him out of curiosity one day almost so long ago you yourself forgot you had seen it, until you arrived, and suddenly you remembered why it felt familiar. 

HIs love language I listening to you.

His love language is paying attention to you.

His love language is living his life alongside yours because he loves that your lives fit so well together with effort and care. With growth and adoration into every second of learning about one another.

His love language is you. 

And honestly, I think that’s beautiful. 

[hawkepockets]

is varric a fucking ghost

[hq92]

So I only JUST (three weeks ago) started playing my first Dragon Age Game (Inquisition) and my husband is so mad that I'm seeing DA4 spoilers, and it's so funny to me because

Him: You're not supposed to know Solas is the bad guy!! It was supposed to be a complete surprise!

Me:....

Me:....It was???? 😂😂😂

[eternal-ascensionism]

The bitter irony of me running an imagines blog for a dude named Ghost in middle school to now 10 yrs later be running a fic blog where I post abt a different dude named Ghost

[an-established-butt-dent]

On the hunt-

-made of dreams and nightmares,

the dreadwolf

Ink and colored pencil on paper

[cacturne]

taking cole along is so fun you just have a strange and off-putting guy telling you things. and (almost) everyone loves him

[elderscrollsconceptart]

"Bewildering Speed"

Art for The Elder Scrolls: Legends

Art by Bryan Sola

[omgwowhahah]

Howdy!

So I'm a very, very long time Tumblr user, been here since I was at least 16 or 17, (29 now). I haven't always posted much, and I'm usually just reblogging whatever my current hyperfixation is haha. But I'd love to become a bit more active in the fandoms I enjoy, possibly even posting my own stuff at some point.

I'm a writer (which yes, means I do a lot more staring into space daydreaming about a story than actually writing it) but I actually do have a few fanfictions that I have never shared, and even one that I am currently writing.

So here I am reaching out to try and connect with some folks that are interested in the same stuff as me! In the tags I'll be adding all (that I can think of at this moment) the fandoms and ships that I am into, and that you can expect to see me reblogging. So if you are interested, please give me a follow and I will follow back :)

Thanks y'all!

[blarfkey]

My last fic for @equalopportunitysolas week! I really wanted to make something longer for this fic and the universe I built in it so I will definitely revisit this idea.

Rating: T

Mentions of past suicide

Solas/Rook (gender neutral and with no specific race)

Old houses collect all kinds of things: dust, memories, possible raccoons in the attic. And ghosts, as Rook finds out when they start renovating the fixer upper they bought from Varric.

There was a man standing in the garden. His pale skin looked luminous under the early morning sun, no hair to cover the pointed tips of his ears.

Rook stopped and watched, unsure of what to do. The man stands among the wild tangle of rose bushes, doing nothing but perhaps basking in the thick scent that seeps even through closed windows.

 They hadn’t met all their neighbors yet. Perhaps one of them got into this habit during the years the house stayed empty and hasn’t quite broken it yet now that someone lives here.

Rook continued to watch until their phone chimed with a text. In the five seconds it took to check it and look back, the man had disappeared.

Link to the fic

[gyrovagi]

'varric was teaching dak-wai to read trade' opens up the possibility that they thought he'd be getting bored spending so much time stuck in the infirmary and would bring up a 'simpler-looking' book to resume their reading lessons, less out of any genuine interest in learning than just wanting to keep him company/give him something to do

which is, first of all, an insane grieving habit from an outside perspective, harding was definitely telling other people to leave dak-wai alone if they were bringing a book up into the infirmary, and second of all, presents a scenario in which solas had to teach dak-wai to read trade through his varric blood magic brain ghost . which is fucked and amuses me.