#my favorite is mahariel....

[jarinnards]

What is your canon/favorite origin in DAO?

Down to brass tacs, no flip flopping, no ties. You can only have one and the rest are getting thrown in the blender. Trust me I would hate to be on the receiving end of this bc I'm so attached to several You can give your reasons or throw fruits and vegetables at me in the tags or comments, but you can ONLY pick one. AND NO OPTIONS FOR PPL WHO JUST WANT RESULTS THIS TIME!!!

Also, yes, I'm counting Amell and Surana as different, bc even though they're both the mage origin, the lore and experience is still very different between the two.

[cozmic-ash]

so I played through Origins again and there's this middle-aged man 🫣

Amrynn the Hero of Ferelden will smooch him, so help me God

why did they do him so fucking dirty in Trespasser anyway lol 😭 I'm half convinced he was originally meant to be an entirely different character and then last minute they were like, 'hey let's make him Teagan instead' but didn't change anything about his design. But it IS really funny when your Inquisitor rides up to the exalted council and looks up at him and he's just mean mugging the FUCK out of you

[jojea]

so i might have gone and made a third rook inspired by necromosss who made their rook the kid of their hof and zevran!

i wanted to try doing the same with my mahariel and alistair and i think i did a pretty good job 🫣🫣

for this playthrough i didn’t have another inquisitor so i made my warden instead! and so khaia mahariel at about 42 years old

[hauntedgarden95]

“I thought I was lucky, not having to be a Grey Warden the way my brother was and again when the world exploded in Kirkwall and I was miles away.”

“You regret joining the Inquisiton?”

Raven shakes her head, giving Rook a tired look, “No. I do not regret it. Helping stop Corypheus is not something I’ll ever regret. Same with helping defeat the blight.”

“I sense a ‘but’ there.”

Raven gives them a sad smile, “But I did not know that each time I help, I’d lose a love.”

[goatsorcery]

mahariel/merrill/tamlen 🥰❤️

surana/amell/jowan🥰❤️

[deadrocks]

That last reblog has me thinking again about how I know the King Bhelen ending in DAO is better for Orzammar now, but absolutely didn't when I played the game completely blind back in 2013 or whenever, and to this day I can't find any good justification for why my canon Warden Mahariel would choose him over Harrowmont. I can make it internally consistent for any other background, but my Mahariel was my first ever Dragon Age character and my introduction to the world; I haven't been able to set her aside and 'canonize' anyone else.

[ckot]

Played Veilguard a little and, honestly, i would like to see more influence on the world and storyline made by players decisions but overall it was alright and i enjoyed it. Though anyway my favorite part will always be DAO and i kinda missed it so quick sketch of Zevran and my Mahariel

[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.

[bubblecat-co]

Fragment Friday

The idea was made by @dragonagegayz

So for Fragment Friday I want to see some fragments of the work you've been working on! Be it arts, writing, gifs, collages, etc! Whatever work you got cooking, let us see! (Can be anything!) Also, highlight/color a fragment that you are particularly proud of!

I wasn't explicitly tagged but @becausedragonage had an open tag SOO. All my stuff is gonna be under the cut

I will be tagging @antivan-sprig @booksncatsworld @a-mumbling-nerd @wardentabriis @ezriell @madrabbit014 and anyone else who wishes to join. Y'all do not have to if you don't want to!

first, I have an edit I've been working on for awhile

Next is a lil thing I've been reworking and redoing for awhile, It's going to have it's own place in my Davrin and Aria fic "everybody but them" It's a Conversation with everyone's favorite Assassin Zevran.

He chuckled at her confusion and motioned for her to sit across from him. She slowly pulled the stool out, taking her seat. “You said that people call you Rook, no? My wife has told me about the one called Rook who is fighting elven gods. I guess it’s strangely fitting that it’s you.”  “I- wife?” he nodded a bright smile on his face as he lifted his hand and wiggled his ring finger. On it was a golden band that glistened in the dim light. “Oh, when? Who? And how does she know?”  “I met her on my contract, you could say it was love at first sight.” he swooned, a playful smile on his lips as he rested his head on his hand. “I tried killing her, she beat me. While covered in other people’s blood and I was on the ground bloody myself. She let me live, I guess it was my charm.”  “You tried killing her?” “I know, a real love story huh.” he chuckled “as for who? She has many names. Warden Commander, Arl of Amaranthe, Hero of Ferelden but to me and you she is Adahla Mahariel. I think that would answer your third question, would it not?” She laughed and she couldn’t help but do so. Her uncle had managed to marry one of his marks and she is one of the most renowned women in all of Thedas. The memory of Weishaupt seemed to slip into her mind, oh maker she was a warden. “Was she at-” “Weishaupt?” Zevran seemed to sit up straighter “Not originally, word got to her about the darkspawn, and you understand self-righteousness. She had to be there.”  “Wardens.” Aria sighed. “Yea, I’m assuming that your friend there is the Warden who slayed the archdemon, no?”  “You heard about that too?” “Txavo, news like that always finds its way around.” Didn’t she know it. Throughout her two months of dealing with these blighted Gods everyone seemed to know the name ‘Rook’ and what she looked like. She hated it, assassin’s weren’t supposed to be known like that even Lucanis’ identity wasn’t truly known, only the name given to him by the Tevinter News sheet. It was off putting to say the least. “Speaking of your friend.” his smile was devious as he leaned closer to her “is he your lover?” “Por Hacedor, Zio!” She could feel her face begin to warm at the mention of Davrin in that way which only caused laughter to erupt from her uncle, amusement flashing in his eyes. “He’s just my colleague. Why would you want to know that? To gossip?” His laughter still hung in the air as he spoke, “I just want to know what my niece has been doing, or who.” he winked at her, his smile only growing on his face as she felt heat flush through to her cheeks. “But my dear, colleagues do not look at each other the way you two look at one another but I will not pry.”  “Thank you.” She was exasperated. He was insane to say something like that, of course they were flirty but neither had crossed that line. ‘The way you two look at one another’ what in maker’s name does that even mean. He barely saw them interact for two seconds, now this was something that’s going to bother her for the rest of the day, possibly for the rest of the week.  “You’re thinking about it.” he hummed, watching her expectantly. He wanted her to reach some conclusion, but she wasn’t sure what conclusion that was. “Do not dwell on it too much Txavo. Wardens always seem to make it clear eventually. "

Speaking of my Aria and Davrin fic "everybody but them" I want to share my rough draft of chapter two. It's from Harding's perspective.

The silence was interrupted by the faint sound of laughter. For a moment Harding thought it was the sound of her friends in distress but as she grew closer it was clear that it was Aria’s laughter filled the space followed by Davrin’s low chuckle. As she grew close, she could see it, Aria running in the snow her weapons on the ground. She held something in her hand. She turned her body away as a thing of snow pelted against her. Harding’s gaze followed where the snow came from and caught on to Davrin who was crouched down desperately trying to pick up some snow. Smiles lit both of their faces. Aria’s pitch-black hair was highlighted with the white of snow from other attacks. Her cheeks were flushed red from the slight cold. Davrin had snow linger in his hair while he clearly got Aria, she also got him. Assan ran in the snow running back and forth between the two elves before he took off in the air to circle them from above. Harding didn’t want to interrupt and bring an end to their enjoyment so for a while she decided to stay back and watch them. She watched for the first time as Aria let loose, a bright smile on her face and her laughter only growing as she ran around trying to stay out of Davrin’s fire. She tossed the ball of snow in her hands hitting him square in the face even as he tried to move so it would hit the back of his head instead. “Oh, come on Warden that the best you got!”  “Tough talk for a crow that’s about to get iced!”  “Your trash talk could use some work!” “So could yours!” he hid behind the mining cart that sat unmoving on the rail tracks. Harding couldn’t help the smile on her face as she watched. Aria seemed to dance in the snow as she moved quickly and quietly to get the upper hand on Davrin. Harding had never seen her so relaxed or seen that big of a smile on her face even her laughter was different. There was no strain, no stress, nothing holding her back she was just her and she seemed to only be like that with Davrin.

This one isn't with my Rook, Shocker I know! This one is instead my Inquisitor, Aelon Lavellan.

“So you are adventuring off without me? I’m hurt.” Aelon couldn’t help the smile that stretched on her lips as she turned to see her closest friend, Dainara. They were around the same age, and many would say they were a lot alike but in truth Aelon was alot like Dainara while Dainara wasn’t anything like her. Everything Aelon did was a mimic of her friend. What she would do in her position and how she would handle situations. It led to a lot of problems but also helped Aelon through them when she didn’t know how to make her way out. “I wouldn’t dream of it, the Dread wolf would have to take me for that to happen.” she retorted back.  “You say that and then he will.” Dainara nudged her. Her choppy red hair lightly danced in the slight breeze that ran past them. “I can help you pack, Maybe I can convince the keeper to allow me to travel with you?” “I doubt she would agree to that.” The two girls began to walk together. Around them everyone of the Clan slowly became more lively. Children ran around chasing one another while also being chased by Aelon's mother and sister, Harhen Ashiril and Dar'Elgara, the children squealed as they tried to move away from the two older elves.  “What will your Mamae say?” Dainara kept her voice low as they Walked past them. Her eyes watch Ashiril wearily before returning back to her friend. “Everyone is aware how she feels about anyone going away from the clan, much less the World of the shems.”  “I will just have to handle it. Come help me pack? And we can try to brainstorm what I will say.” Aelon grabbed her friend's hand. Oh, how she will miss her while she’s away but no matter it shouldn't take her long, a couple months is what she hopes. She would just be there to listen, nothing more. 

Finally, is rough draft of an argument between my Warden, Adahla Mahariel and Alistair.

“Then what do you mean?” she could hear the small hint of sadness in his voice as it slightly cracked. She felt his hand touch her shoulder, a simple and gentle touch one that she wanted to keep, to have as her own but it wasn’t her own. He wasn’t and couldn’t be hers, he was a Human and she was an elf. She dropped her hands into her lap and turned to him. She felt her heart break as she was met with Alistair’s sad expression.  “We can’t…” she mumbled “You are to be king.” “I don’t need to be king, Anora can remain the throne and-” “No, Alistair… you need to be king.” In the moment sadness seemed to completely vanish from Alistair, replaced by frustration and anger as he removed his hand. “What do you mean? I do not want to be king especially if it means that I can’t have-” “Alistair listen..” “No. I’m sick of listening.” he stood up “Everyone tells me what I have to be but I don’t have to be. I don’t need to be king and I don’t want to be king. You seemed to have understood that and now you are throwing whatever we- we have so I can be something I don’t want to be.” “You need to be king!” she stood up, matching his energy. “You are the only one who should be on that throne, Alistair. You want revenge and Loghain to pay for his crimes? You think Anora the current queen and his daughter will rightfully do that? You can help your people and my people on that throne with that power!”  “There’s more to it, isn’t there? Is it Zevran!?”  “What would he have anything to do with this?!”  “I’ve seen you two! I know something is there but if you think he loves you I think you may be strongly mistaken by that idea.” “This isn’t about him!” She closed some of the distance between them. She looked up at him, their faces only a couple of inches apart as anger swirled around them causing the once cool night air to turn warm. Tension passed between them a familiar feeling, she’s had arguments before with Tamlen where they wound up in the same position. Faces only inches apart and a fine line between them kissing or fighting. She had to create space before that line was crossed, she felt her foot begin to take a step back but Alistair’s arm seemed to snake around her waist and pulled her in.

[jumezart]

OC Tag Game!

tagged by @growing-magic HIII BESTIE HIII!!!!! :DDD THANK YOU FOR TAGGING MEEEE!!!

General

Name: Vivil Laidir

Alias: Rook, Lilviv

Gender: Nonbinary/ genderqueer / twink (they/them)

Age: 27

Place of Birth: southeastern Ferelden (to the Sabrae clan)

Spken Languages: Trade, Elven, Rivaini

Sexual Orientation: Pan/Bi

Occupation: TREASUREHUNTERRRRR (and underrated babysitter)

Favorites

Colour: Purple

Entertainment: Swimming 😊, styling clothes, serving cunt

Food: kiwis (they’re allergic)

Drink: seawater (inedible)

Books: reads any tale that mentions the sea.

Have They...

Passed University: barely. They would’ve been an apostate if it didn’t mean disappointing their mom.

Had Sex: absolutely

Gotten Tattoos: Plenty. They got their facetat alongside Elthea @growing-magic when they reached some Lord of Fortune milestone. (they're also friends with Mire! @growing-magic)

Gotten Scars: less of them but yes.

Been In Love: *pleading emoji*

Are They...

A Cuddler: Only cuddles when sad (except for Assan and Stormageddon).

Scared Easily: Nope, they’re too hungry for treasure or too busy coming up with quips to notice the existential horror of it all.

As a child they were scared of storms and decided to use their magic to “tame” it, hence they now prefer to do their killing with lightning bolts. They also used to be afraid of Stormageddon (Barkspawn) but learned to love him as they got older.

Jealous Easily: could be, depending on circumstances.

Trustworthy: Vivil will kill and die for you. But will tattle also. But only when its funny.

Family

Siblings: Three younger step siblings they had to babysit sometimes when their parents were busy being Lords. They’re in order 13, 11, and 8. Vivil still loves them lots 😊 Vivil also has a “twin” named Elthea.

Parents: Their mom split from their dad in grief during the fifth blight and left him with the clan as the mom and 4-year-old Vivil fled from Ferelden. After both having been kidnapped into slavery for a few years (Vivil calls this their “gap year”) they both escaped and found refuge in Rivain. Vivils mom then met Isabella and Hawke, who became their new step parents. Tldr: Vivil has three moms.

Also Ebia Mahariel, the hero of Ferelden, is Vivils aunt. They don’t get to see each other often but when they do its clear who Vivil inherited their sunny disposition from.

next i'm taggign my friend @growing-magic :3

[5arcasmw]

i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies (w.i.p, heavily unedited)

since i couldn't find time to finish anything for dreadrook week, i decided to post two excerpts from a fic i've been working on that shockingly fits the Fade Conversations prompt for dreadrook week by @thelighthouse-server

rook/solas, sfw with mature themes, falling in love, for some background info my rook is a dalish non-binary dreamer who is the adoptive child of warden-commander mahariel and zevran arainai mahariel

-=+=-

“What’s your favorite flower?”

     “I’m sorry?”

     Carian was lying on their stomach, carelessly playing with the small amount of loose debris on the rocky expanse of the Fade prison’s floor. They weren’t even looking at Solas when they asked. They had simply, entirely out of nowhere, decided to engage the man in conversation. It wasn’t the first time they had done so– broken the long, awkward silence between them with a random question or anecdote– but it had been so long that the sudden noise caused Solas to practically whip himself around to question them.

     “What’s your favorite flower? Come on, everyone’s got one, ‘specially someone as ancient as you are.” They continued, kicking their legs back and forth in the air, their skirt flowing with the movement.

     “I do not see how my… flower preference currently matters.” Solas responded, calculated and closed-off as ever.

     “It doesn’t. I mean, not really. It’s not like there are any flowers blooming around here for us to look at.” They replied, gesturing to the vast emptiness of the Fade. “Still, though, it’d be nice to know. And it’s not like I’d be able to, like, harm you with this information. What am I gonna do, smuggle your favorite flower into my dreams and strangle you with it as a very personal ‘Fuck you’?” Maybe they had thought about that a bit too much, but they digressed. If he answered, it just might be the key to finally worming their way back into his cold, dead, sad, empty, truly depressing, heart.

     “My favorite flower has long been extinct. It has been ever since I cast the Veil down and doomed this world to an eternity of pain and suffering.” He lamented. Oh, great. It was going to be one of those nights.

     “Yes, yes, we’ve been over this before. You’re responsible for all the bad in the world, everything died because of you, and you’re the only person who can fix it. You still haven’t told me what it is, though.” They annoyedly replied, finally turning their head to see the man standing solemnly across from them. 

     “...It was called “Athelas” by the People. A shimmering black-purple flower which had the power to cause vivid, almost nonsensical, dreams to those who consumed it, allowing for one to, ironically, more clearly commune with the most ancient of spirits, those who had been alive as long as the world had. Its existence was entirely dependent on the mixture between our two realities. When the Veil fell it, along with every other plant and animal like it, perished.” Solas explained. He looked as if he were worlds away, as if he suddenly found himself transported back into ancient Arlathan, until he remembered that he was the cause of its extinction.

     “Wow. Why is everything so depressing with you? I don’t mean that in, like, an antagonistic way, or anything. It’s just… Why do you focus so much on the negative, when you have thousands of more good memories?” They wondered, propping themselves slightly up on their elbows and laying their head on their hands.

     “It is hard not to, when you are the cause of an entire world’s suffering.” Alright, now he was just getting insufferable about it.

     “Yeah, you’re an asshole, but why focus on that when you’re literally trapped in a prison unable to do anything except twiddle your thumbs and wait for me to come annoy you? Why torture yourself constantly over all the mistakes you made in your life, when you could be thinking of… I don’t know! Literally anything else! Think about cuddling a bunch of puppies in a field, or something!” They blanked, definitely not making something up on the spot. At least they only had the very best of intentions.

     “And does that work for you, when you recount your life’s regrets? Do you simply think about small animals until your worries go away?”

     “Yes.” 

     They grinned at him widely, a spark of mischief highlighting their eyes. He stared at them for a moment before letting out a small sigh and rolling his eyes, one of his hands placed at his armored hip. Oh, finally, they were getting somewhere other than complete and utter depression. They liked being depressed as much as the next guy, but Solas clearly had enough brooding for one awkward night.

     “You know, you haven’t answered your own question.” Solas interjected, breaking the small silence between them.

     “Huh?” They cocked their head.

     “What is your favorite flower, Carian?” He asked, almost wickedly so, leaning in across the abyss towards them with a small smile on his face. 

     “Crystal Grace. One of the only things that made any travel through Orlais worth it. They’re pretty, and I’ve got a penchant for any plant that can be used as medicine.” They replied, a soft smile on their face. Creators, what they’d give to be a scrawny sixteen-year-old again hitching it across southern Thedas with their Mamae and Papí.

     “I encountered a few in the Emerald Graves whilst traveling with the Inquisition. I believe one of the other members, Sera, shot one with her bow after accidentally knocking into one of them whilst chatting with the Inquisitor.” Solas described, a similar wistful look on his face.

     “She shot it!?” They exclaimed. Who the hell shoots a flower?

    “Yes. That was her reaction to many things that came her way. That, or childish pranks.” He explained, his wistful fondness turning into something a bit more… harsh.

     “Sounds like you weren’t all that fond of her.”

     “At the time, I believed that she was the worst of what our People could be. Apparently, she has grown more in the years since I have seen her, though I highly doubt that a feat of such magnitude could be accomplished.” Wow. Who knew the Dread Wolf was such a gossip? That’s it. This was going to be their new thing. 

     “Oh, so they’re “our” People now?” They teased, a brow slightly raised.

     “I suppose, in this context.”

     “You know, you never really talk about what happened during your Inquisition days.” They noted, desperately trying to push the conversation along some more.

     “There are many things that I regret from that time. I do not often like to think of it, lest I am reminded of all that I did to them. Hm, it seems as if, during our conversation, I just did, as you said, avoid “torturing myself over all the mistakes I had made, when I could think about literally anything else.’”

     “Finally, some progress! I knew you had it in you, you just needed a little push from your favorite Elvhen companion that you’re stuck sharing a mind with.” They beamed, rearranging themselves so that they were sitting upright and facing him, their legs crossed together.

     “Perhaps I did.” The Wolf smiled, the first real one they managed to get out of him since their last emotionally vulnerable moment together.

     It was a good start.

-=+=-

 None of Solas’ horrific stories, warnings, and information from their conversation in the Fade could have prepared them for the absolute shitshow that was Weisshaupt.

     Blight hanging down from the ceiling, Wardens being torn apart left and right, and the fact that they managed to escape death’s grasp by a singular hair. It was funny how cruel life was. How, out of all the Evanuris, the most demented, blighted one just so happened to be the only one they truly worshipped. The only one they truly revered. The only one who was branded onto their fucking face. 

     Don’t even get them started on what the Halla Mother did to her damn Archdemon. If they could have normal dreams, that thing would appear in them for the rest of their mortal life.

     After escaping back home and having a quick, fun conversation with the whole team (which was basically just them whining about how incompetent they all were), they didn’t have enough energy left to do anything other than fall onto their bed and into a deep slumber.

    Which would’ve been great, had it not been for the ever annoying presence stuck in their head.

     “The fall of Weisshaupt reverberated across the Fade. As did the fall of an Archdemon. But, unless I am mistaken, both Elgar’nan and Ghilan’nain yet stand.” Solas began as they felt their consciousness slip into the Fade. His hands were clasped behind his back, taking his usual cold, distant, Dread Wolf stance.

     “Not in the fucking mood, Solas.” They snapped, turning away from him. Fuck, how hard was it to ask for five minutes of damn peace inside of their own mind? 

     “You are the one who came here. It is not so incredulous that I was trying to strike up some form of conversation, especially on a topic as important as this.” He said all too plainly, like he hadn’t been inside of them before, wiped their tears away as they came down from their high in his arms. What an ass.

     “Like I willingly choose to spend my nights here! I’m tired, Solas. I had a long day of almost dying, Archdemon slaying, people saving, and failing to kill Ghilan’nain. Forgive me for wanting to lick my wounds and rest for a few minutes out of my horrible day!” They shouted. Why couldn’t they have gotten stuck with a nicer ancient God living in their head? Maybe Sylaise would’ve been fun, they could’ve had a tea party and talked shit instead of whatever the hell was going on between them and Solas. They stared at each other from across the rift for a moment, the sudden silence deafening. For a second, they almost thought they saw a flash of pity mark Solas’ face.

     “I suppose it would be redundant to ask how you are feeling.” He stated, his voice softer, more familiar than it had been before.

     “No shit.” They spat, their arms crossed.

     “I have been where you stand before, Carian. Many, many times. You seem to be taking this as a loss, but that is the furthest thing from the truth. You rendered Ghilan’nain mortal. You saved as many people as you possibly could. And, best of all, you and your team escaped with your lives to go on and fight another day. This was a victory, da’len. Do not take it as anything else.” His reassurances cut deep into their soul, especially when he used that particular pet name. They knew what he was doing, using that to get them to open up to him. Luckily for him, they were just vulnerable enough not to care.

     “It’s just… It’s not fair! I had everyone I needed, I did every possible thing right, and we still couldn’t kill her! We might not ever get a chance like that again and it’s all fucking– AGH!” They let out a frustrated scream, and, in lieu of anything or anyone to kick, punch, or maim, they grabbed their hair with their hands and fell onto their knees, the impact barely cushioned by their burgundy skirt. 

     “When has the world ever been fair? To you, to me, to anyone? All one can do is persevere. You and your team did the best you could under impossible circumstances, and the time to slay Ghilan’nain will come again. Of this, I am sure of.”

     “Hah. Yeah. We all did the best we could.” They spat. Their rage was lessened by Solas’ words, but it was still there, trying to claw its way out of their beating chest.

     “How is your team fairing, after all of this?” He redirected, sensing their frustrations.

     “Oh, they’re all fine, besides the fact that they’re all blaming our failure on being distracted.”

     “I see.”

     “I mean, seriously. I chose them because they were supposed to be the best in their fields, the most powerful people I could find to help me stop the Evanuris. But apparently they couldn’t get over their personal issues for more than five fucking seconds so we could actually, I don’t know, save the damn world!?” They shouted. They knew they weren’t being particularly kind at the moment, but who the hell gave a shit? They had a job to do. They did their part perfectly, so why didn’t everyone else?

     “...You do not blame yourself, you blame them.” His eyes widened in realization, and something in his gaze changed as he looked at them. 

     “No– Yes– I– Fuck! How can they expect me to help with all of their issues, when we have such huge ones staring right at our faces?” Alright, when he said it like that, it kind of made them feel bad. But they were already under so much pressure, they didn’t know if they would be able to handle any more.

     “I have a suggestion for how to help, If I may.” Solas added, raising a hand slightly up. They looked at him for a second, trying to analyze his intentions. It seemed like he was being genuine, at least, as much as he could be. They hesitantly nodded in response, signaling for him to keep going.

     “I believe that, during this particular mission, you have solely been viewing your team as just that: a team of highly specialized individuals. What may help you, is instead viewing them how you truly do: as your friends. A group of people you have come to, maybe not entirely love, but certainly cherish and care for. If this were in any other situation, would you be so harsh on them? No, you would not. Instead, you would help them, gladly, because if there is one thing that I have learned about you, it is that you care deeply for the well being of others, especially those you call your friends.” His words shot straight into the very fiber of their being. Oh, fuck, he was right. They hated it when he was right. Creators, they have to be one of the worst people in the entire world. They do love their friends! They do want to help them! What was wrong with them?

     “...I seriously can’t believe that the Elvhen God of literally betraying everyone just gave me some of the best friendship advice I’ve ever gotten in my entire life.” They replied, their eyes and mouth open wide in shock. 

     “In truth, it is due to my own wisdom that I have of these situations. You remind me of myself when I was younger. Fueled by a hot, blinding-white rage, blaming everyone and everything, including yourself, for your own misfortunes. I simply… did not want to see you become any more like myself than you already are.” He explained, his voice softening. 

     “Well, that’s a horrifying thought. I really hope the rage and the baldness aren’t hand-in-hand, because I cannot deal with that, too.” They teased, slipping back into their all-time favorite coping mechanism: humor. The edges of Solas’ mouth twitched up in a would-be smile, a small chuckle releasing from his throat. Oh, they did love to make him laugh.

     “Shit, now I feel really bad for saying and… thinking all of that stuff about my friends.” They sheepishly admitted, rubbing one of their arms with their hands, their eyes darting across the prison.

     “Your feelings do not define you. How you act on them does. Instead of bottling it up and unleashing your frustrations onto them, you shared them with me and worked past them. You have nothing to be sorry for, for you have done exactly what you are supposed to.” Oh. He really was helping, huh? They felt a familiar warmth begin to unfurl in their chest, and their cheeks were dusted with the slightest hint of pink, something unable to be seen from as far away as Solas was. He was good at that, making them feel better, he almost always was, the rare moments they came to him with vulnerability. Maybe they really were getting through to him after all.

    “Besides, it is better for them to believe that you have always had the utmost faith in them. This will make not only your personal relationships with them stronger, but your working relationship as a team. The more loyalty that you instill in them, the more they will follow you wherever you may lead, even to their deaths, if needed be.” He instructed, his posture straightening.

     Nevermind.

     “What– Solas, did we not just have a talk recently about the whole depressing shit? I’m not going to order anyone to die for me.” They sputtered out. Shit, couldn’t this guy let one good moment stay that way? Who the hell hurt him so badly that “sacrifice all of your friends” was a smart move to play?

      “You may not need to. Under the correct circumstances, they will volunteer to.”

     “And now I’m starkly seeing the differences between us. There is always another way, Solas. I’m sorry if all your wisdom and years of experience never taught you that.”

     “Perhaps you are right. Ir abelas, I should not have brought this up now. I only wish for you to be prepared, if that day shall ever come.” He explained. Creators, if this was his way of showing that he cared about them, he was doing it the entirely wrong way. 

     “Well, it won’t, so we’re never talking about it again! So, uh, now that the whole Weisshaupt thing is over… where do you think we should go from here?” They redirected, desperate for him to stop talking about his whole death crusade.

     “You slayed Ghilan’nain’s Archdemon; a most grievous insult that neither she nor Elgar’nan can ignore. If you continue on this path, say, by opposing their minions, they will have no choice but to come to you, instead.” Great. More people to kill. For once, can’t they just thwart their enemies by a nice conversation over a drink?

     “You really think I can goad them into making a mistake?” They asked, a quizzical expression on their face.

     “Oh, Carian. I have absolute faith in your ability to aggravate enemies who should know better than to underestimate you.” He huffed, a small laugh escaping him, paired with an even smaller smile. He titled his head at them, his canines just barely visible from his mouth. They let out a laugh– a giggle, if they were being honest– and smiled back at him. The tension momentarily lifted from their shoulders, they plopped themselves down on the edge of the endless chasm between them, their legs slightly swinging.

     “Sooo… seems like we’re still going to be in here for a while. How about we play I Spy?” They suggested, their soft smile suddenly turning more devious.

     “Please, no, not again.”

     “Too late! I Spy with my little eye something… grey!”

     “No.”

[pisscrossiant]

PART THREE OF MY DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS HEADCANONS BECAUSE IT'S MY CURRENT HYPERFIXATION

The last part was super long I'm sorry for that 😭 I'll try to keep this one a bit shorter

Tw// NSFW themes, mention of s*icide (warning before hand)

Alistair has accidentally called Wynne mom on multiple different occasions, he gets embarrassed when it happens but Wynne doesn't mind at all.

To the younger party members Wynne is like a mother figure, especially since most of their mom's either died or are just shitty.

Morrigan doesn't want to admit it but she wishes Wynne had raised her rather than Flemeth. She loves her Mother but she knows her mother doesn't love her, even though she doesn't get along well with Wynne a part of her wishes Wynne had been in place of Flemeth.

Leliana can sew pretty well, she'll sew blankets for the party members with fabric they choose. She'll patch their shirts up too but Wynne does that a lot more then she does.

Morrigan's favorite party member (besides the Warden) is Leliana, Leliana and her get along very well.

Oghren has tried to fight Zevran multiple times, ESPECIALLY if Zev is in a relationship with the warden. He'll be like "You're dating my favorite person?? Meet me outside." And he'll forget that they're together then he sees them making out in camp then tries to fight him again.

Oghren likes making fun of Alistair for being a virgin.

Leliana and Morrigan have gotten drunk and explored each other's bodies before

Tw// s*icide mentioned

Leliana calls Morrigan hot non chalantly

Alistair has attempted before. (I hope you get that reference but honestly I feel like he has)

Okay so to elaborate, Alistair, after Ostagar had felt as if he abandoned his father figure, and didn't deserve to live if Duncan died. The Warden found him as he was about to and stopped him, he's been greatful to them ever since.

//s*icide mention OVER

Morrigan constantly asks Mahariel what being Dalish was like, she is deeply interested in elven lore, everything she knows about ancient elves, and the Dalish she learned from Mahariel.

Leliana watches people sleep

Morrigan and Alistair helped Mahariel bury Tamlen after the incident at camp. (Still not over him I was so attached to him 🥲)

If Ruck is kept alive, when the Warden goes into the deep roads they go to visit him and they'll give him jewels and presents.

Mentioning Ruck, after they tell Filda he's dead, and she gives the Warden his father's shield, they give him the shield when they visit him next.

Alistair used to cook all the time but he gave the party food poisoning and after that he's not allowed to make the food.

Wynne, Leliana, Zevran and sometimes Morrigan make the food now.

Alistair gets very protective of the warden, even without romancing him, he's very protective of them in almost a brotherly way.

Morrigan likes to turn into a spider to scare Alistair

Zevran is a very light sleeper, up until he trusts the party enough that he sleeps like he's dead because he knows they'll protect him if shit hits the fan.

Morrigan's part of camp is the designated s-x area, considering how far it is from everyone else (also in the cutscenes that's where y'all are fucking) she just goes and sits by the fire with everyone else till they're done, they clean up afterwards ofc and they use their own bed rolls.

Oghren gets in fights with people that call the (elven) Warden a 'knife ear', every time someone says that to them he pulls up to their house.

Sten likes to learn about Dalish/Dwarven culture, he asks the warden questions about it 24/7, he's deeply fascinated with them.

Leliana and Morrigan have the biggest Sapphic crushes on each other,

Zevran and Leliana talk about women and men the find attractive together, especially if they turn onto the topic of the Warden, they're like "You find to Warden hot? ME TOO!"

That's all I have for this part I'm honestly running out of headcanons especially because the last part was SO LONG😭

Might be a part four but if there is it'll probably take a while ✋🏻

[rtrnoftemac]

i really just took the four heroes of Dragon Age and made it a story about a family with the worst luck in Thedas.

Don't believe me? It's simple:

Theron (Hero of Ferelden) and Ellana (Inquisitor) Mahariel are brother and sister.

Garrett Hawke (Champion of Kirkwall) and Ellana (again, Inquisitor) are married with four adopted children.

Then of course my personal favorite; Sylvia (Rook) is the eldest child of Garrett and Ellana.

also I KNOW an elven inquisitor can't be a Mahariel but that's the fun thing about personal canon; it's my personal canon and I can do whatever I want with it! If I want my heroes to be so intertwine that it becomes a hilariously depressing family reunion, so be it!

[inquisimer]

2024 writing round up

bringing back this year-end writing review because I'm a stats nerd and it's always fun to be surprised by how much the time and effort and works add up over time! tagging forward (to some new people - you're always free to ignore or let me know if you don't want to be tagged in things <3) if you'd like to join in: @soupandsorcery | @brightaxe | @glitteringdust | @crabs-with-sticks | @dustdeepsea | and an open invitation to anyone who sees this and would like to do it - tag me so we can celebrate all we've done this year!

words posted: 160,320

additional words written: 46,038

grand total of words: 206,358

fandoms: dragon age. and dragon age. oh, and also dragon age 😂

highest kudos: to feel the sun from both sides at 166 - a missing "what are we even doing right now" scene from the Rook x Lucanis romance <3

highest hit oneshot: I pick my poison (and it's you) at 1515 - yeah, no surprises here, it's the porn 😂 Arlow and Lucanis fuck on the rooftops in Treviso and I pretend there's a plot by drawing a line between the purple lanterns and Spite's wings.

new things I tried: writing (and finishing) a smut piece! that's been on my want-to-do list for a while, so that feels good to accomplish. I also wrote and posted my first polyship works this year!

fic I spent the most time on: the very condition of existence, my fic for @thedragonagebigbang! Female Mahariel/Anora, a childhood friends to strangers to lovers AU where Mahariel & Anora meet as children in the forest outside Gwaren and are reunited years later during the Landsmeet.

fic I spent the least time on: this one is always hard for me to gauge, but probably either softness did not serve me or spit your blood and bare your teeth, two of the pieces I wrote about Nika Brosca's history with the Carta for Febuwhump (mind the tags)

favorite thing I wrote: of my completed works, knee deep without a plea - Lucanis' POV of the weeks Rook spends in the Fade prison! I am really proud of the details I worked into this one for Lucanis and Spite, and the emotions across all of the characters. Honorable mention to before you can kill the monster (you have to say its name) - my WIP rewrite of the end of Davrin's personal arc, incorporating more of the nuance from Isseya's character in Last Flight, and filling in the gaps between the end of the novel and where Veilguard picks up. I'm really proud of the first chapters, and of where my outline is going, but I don't think I can put it at the top of my favorites until it's fully realized

favorite thing(s) I read:

there is no god but they'll kill you for him by tenderest (@/tendertieflings) - f!Lavellan & Dorian, Solavellan, heart-wrenching and angsty "Dorian & Lavellan deal with everything that happened with Solavellan and the world post-Trespasser.

floriography by ritualist - Harding/Josephine, tooth-rotting fluff and humor that contrasts Harding's earnest nature with Josephine's poise, bringing them together in a very sweet way.

contact poison by hellsreluctantheir (@/nonagesimus) - Teia/Viago, yes it's smut but it is also an amazing exploration of their dynamic, and really digs into some of the issues laid out for Viago in Tevinter Nights.

Razorwing by unoshot - f!Rook/Lucanis, a character study of their relationship throughout Veilguard that really pops off with the emotion and the imagery.

hound dogs howlin' round the gate by mortonsspoon (@shivunin) - f!Tabris & f!Tabris, I'm admittedly biased af bc this was an OC gift for me BUT objectively it is such a heartfelt piece about Tabris cousins that will get you all up in your city elf feels 😭💜

writing goals for 2025: finish & publish the rest of before you can kill the monster (you have to say its name)! And if I'm really ambitious, finish my Mahariel cure-for-the-Calling fic, which was the first DA fic I ever conceptualized, but has languished as I work and rework her canon. But it's outlined and I would love to write and finish it!

new works: 65 (!!!)

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[weaveandwood]

Hi! Welcome to my corner of the Dragon Age and BG3 fandoms! Putting this here to keep my stuff easily accessible.

Here you can find my Dragon Age and BG3 fanfic and fanart.

Stay a while and watch me be unhinged about my favorite couples!

BG3: Gale x Auroria Wyll x Rosalind Dragon Age: Cullen x Brinni Lavellan Davrin x Evangeline Aldwir The Viper x Bianca de Riva Alistair x Ellaria Mahariel Solas x Leni Lavellan

COMMISSIONS: CLOSED (DETAILS)

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My Fics:

The Snake and The Crow | DATV | Read on AO3 The Viper/Bianca | NSFW | Angst & Smut | COMPLETE

Weave and Woods | BG3 | Read on AO3 Gale/Auroria | Slow Burn | NSFW 18+ | Ongoing

Midwinter in Waterdeep | BG3 | Read on AO3 Gale/Auroria | Post Game | Angst & More Angst, Bittersweet 3 Parts | 4K words | Complete

The Bard and the Blade | BG3 | Read on AO3 Wyll/Rosalind | Slow Burn | Eventual NSFW | On hold

One Shots - Dragon Age

In Hushed Whispers (Cullen POV) | Read on AO3 The First Time (Alistair x Ellaria) | Read on AO3 NSFW Just One Morning (Solas x Leni) | Read on AO3

One Shots - BG3 One shots are Gale x Auroria unless noted

Making a Cake NSFW Lavender and Vanilla NSFW Sandcastles The Hunt NSFW Going to the Market NSFW Campfire Cookout NSFW First Day of My Life Stay (Gale x Tav) NSFW Distraction (Gale x Tav) NSFW Midnight at the Elfsong (Gale x Tav) NSFW

Gifted Art & Commissions (go follow these artists!)

Gale x Ora by darkurgetrash Gale and Auroria by goromimii Gale's Poem for Auroria by sorceresssundries Auroria by elspethdekarios Auroria by githling The Bard and the Blade by orangekittyenergy Gale x Auroria by Steamclouds Woodweave by alsoika

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[vigilskeep]

a Mahariel warden meeting the ghost Tamlen in Sacred Ashes (whole and as they remember him) then immediately getting the Attacked By Shrieks camp event after leaving the Sacred Ashes quest area (and seeing Tamlen corrupted by the Taint) is my favorite combination of events. It makes me want to chew glass.

oh that’s evil i love it