#tini surana

[salsedinepicta]

OC & Symbolism

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[rainydaygt]

POST THIS CAT WHEN THEY LEAST EXPECT IT

MIAUUU

[shift-shaping]

fuck you look at my beautiful daughter

AND

squad

[ninapedia]

wait wait another thing i really like about the warden is that depending how you play the games is your warden can be besties with some of the most powerful people in Thedas. like they got titles like the king of ferelden, the divine, the arishock

and even though our little guy is the Hero of Ferelden they don’t really like.. lead nations or religions or even the wardens overall, they’re just little guys like

[calico-callista]

Circle mage babies

[crows-of-buckets]

Its the middle of the night and instead of sleeping I keep thinking about Aviae and Anders's dynamic ougaggga

[druckkugelschreiber]

Thinking about Nydhena who reaches up to Loghain‘s chest but whenever someone’s a bitch about Loghain being there with her, she absolutely squares up to tear whoever dares insult her man a new one

[artist-rat]

tiny DA protag doodles (surana, hawke, lavellan)

[spainkitty]

+ super high willpower = a overly confident bully with no rizz

dumping str AND int is so funny to me

[gil-galadhwen]

31 Days of Dragon Age

Day 01 - Introduce Your Hero of Ferelden

Here's my Grey Warden Cleondra "Cleo" Surana. Circle blood mage and elf who is tiny but will still kick your ass (especially if you're Cullen 😂). Her backstory isn't hugely developed, but she's an orphan and grew up in the Circle of Magi ✨️

Day 02 - Favourite Origins Romance

Zevran. I didn't expect to romance him at all, so it honestly felt accidental and, in turn, the right thing to happen for my Warden Cleo. He's a lot of fun and just a gorgeous gorgeous man 😍

(Art of Cleo & Zevran by Roze Lunar)

Day 03 - Favourite Origins Companion

Impossible to choose just one, so my joint faves are Alistair and Leiliana 💕 The latter is actually a huge contender for fave romance as well. I just adore her 😍

Day 04 - Favourite Origins Location

The Circle Tower, probably because I started there with Cleo, then returned later in the game to defeat the darkspawn in the Broken Circle quest.

Day 05 - Favourite Origins Quest

Nature of the Beast is such a compelling quest and storyline. I'll be honest and say I had to put the game down for a while and weigh up my options regarding the choice that needed to be made. It was not taken lightly! 😩

[rainydaygt]

More Alistair and tiny Fox (surana) because i. hhhhhhg

[esseastri]

Hello everyone, I was forced to get a PC for warcraft purposes (long story) BUT! That means! I get to play Dragon Age Origins with MODS!!!! @kogiopsis was kind enough to give me a starter pack of her faves and I, uh. Went a little nuts and recreated all 7 of my Wardens (one for each origin) with better hair and more fun.

Top down: Liarora Cousland, Making It Up as She Goes Desanna Maharial, Done With This Shem Shit Mirea Amell, Just Here to Help! Elarien Surana, Small and Angry Faron Tabris, Here to Fight Darkspawn orand Die Trying Loni Aeducan, Queen Under the Mountain Bal Brosca, Trying Her Best

Anyway, I had way too much fun, enjoy my tiny band of Wardens, I love them all so damn much.

[senseandaccountability]

what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

choose violence ask game here Oooh, I’ve had so many of these over the years and fandoms. I do think, however, that I’ve levelled up in my arrogance and now I don’t let fandom hold me back from liking a character they’re wrong about - since I know I’m right. Ahaha. Also, if I like a story, I tend to like the characters overall even if I don't care as much about them all.

But in Dragon Age, which is my longest-running fandom, both Alistair (to a lesser extent) and Cullen (to a greater extent) had some really terrible fans back when DAO came out and some of those carried over to DAI fandom. I mean, I loved the Alistair romance, it was my first DA romance and it ended in actual tears on my part but then part of his fandom was… weird and self-righteous and idk, a lot of people were complete idiots during the LJ days, let me tell you.* As for the Cullenites, I think their pathological obsession with breaking the fourth wall and being creeps about everything speaks for itself.

Also, the Amell/Surana origin was untouchable for me for several years because I was so sick of it being the complete and true canon story where Cullen loved their super cute and super tiny and super unique little mages right from the start, actually and they were just the most speshulest of all the Wardens.

*) There were adult parts of the HP fandom there that constituted the least intelligent crowd I’ve ever seen. Grown-ass women claiming to have several Uni degrees unable to make a single coherent analysis of a children’s book and making such an embarrassing fuss about the Half-Blood Prince, as long as I live I will never fucking forget their endless essays on how they interpreted everything at face value (SNAPE KILLED DUMBLEDORE HERE’S MY META ON HOW SNAPE KILLED DUMBLEDORE CUZ OF EVIL) because that’s how far their analytical skills took them. Ah, Livejournal.

[flowersonpebbles]

Week 1: Origins 4. Memories – Emikka Hawke Carika Cadash Dallas Surana

@elfroot-and-laurels

TW: violence, blood, character deaths, angst, ot3, possession(?)

I stare at Jowan with perked ears, tilting my head in confusion. “Why are you crying…?” I ask softly, rubbing the other boy’s back gently in hopes of soothing him.

“I miss home…” he croaks out softly. I purse my lips in thought, its late at night… everyone is asleep. I gently take one of his hands, leading him over to a window gently. Clambering onto the drawer under it, pulling the other boy up gently. Staring at the stars through the window…

“I don’t remember home… but one day I wanna see all the stars...” I whisper and Jowan sniffles, staring at the stars in awe… the two of us holding each others’ hands silently.

I scowl as I stare out of the window defiantly. Not caring what Irving has to say any further. We’re suddenly not allowed to go outside within the walls to stargaze at night any more because of some idiots, Amell and Anders, trying to escape over the wall. Why does it have to affect me and Jowan?! I get up, Irving still prattling but I simply walk out to the library, brushing past templars nonchalantly. Plopping down in my favorite nook, my book already there, continuing to read sadly… Blinking back tears of frustration. Currently reading about constellations and their stories…

I stare at the pretty chantry lady, ears burning as I approach her shyly. “Why do we pray to someone who supposedly curses some of us?” I ask softly, hoping to start a refreshing conversation. I’m an idiot, charlatan to her evidently. She stares at me coldly, stuffing a book into my hand before stalking off. I sigh… always so hard for a good debate… to actual answers to logical questions.

I write my notes down quickly as Irving explains the factions, having trailed off and away from the schools of magic. Both interesting. “Why is there so little on spirit here then, First Enchanter?” I ask hopefully.

Irving smiles knowingly at me, “It is more difficult to master, not all mages have the talent for it. Would you like our private lessons to rather focus on that school for a bit instead?” I perk at this, nodding eagerly.

I stare at Cullen curiously… in awe of his curly hair and he as such beautiful golden-orange eyes. Goodness. He was at my Harrowing last night too. I bite my lip, nodding as I pass him shyly, won’t help to try and talk with him. I’d just put my foot in my mouth again…

I stare down at Bethany with a sad smile, crouching down beside her, “It’s okay, little flower, here…” I murmur gently, pressing my hands against her skinned knee gently, murmuring a healing spell. She winces a bit but relaxes once the glowing stops, beaming up at me.

“Thank you!” she chirps, hugging me happily. “You’ll always be there for me, right…?” she asks in a small voice. Father has been distant lately and Bethany has become very clingy to me since, Carver has been the opposite…

“Yes, of course. I’ll punch any mean kids for you, and blow away any Templars!” I proclaim proudly, honestly. She giggles and laughs, squishing my cheeks now, staring up at me before perking.

“I wanna finish making flower crowns!” she gasps excitedly, scrambling up and away to look for more flowers. All the while Carver has been hitting a tree with his sword precisely. So, I continue chopping the wood.

Carver glances at me before stopping his swinging… “Will I ever be good enough...?” he asks in a tiny voice and it makes me pause my wood cutting once more. Staring at him intently…

“You’re always good enough to me, Carver… I know you don’t get much say in a lot… but… don’t sell yourself short.” I try to encourage him softly. “You’re a lot stronger than I am, you know…” I muse with a soft frown. And it makes him laugh bitterly, just humming in response as he continues to swing again, much faster and angrier now. Leaving me unsure of what to say further… Pursing my lips, “You’re not scared to use your talents…” I elaborate. Making him pause again… Staring at me with a sudden glare before running off…

Mum was doing my hair, father passed away and its almost time to burn his body… but… I clench my jaw, holding still. “He always said we could burn the bodies, as long as we did our hair like his parents did… what do you think…?” she muses sadly and I stare at my reflection… never having seen this hairstyle outside of our home before. And its always special, always nice to wear it. But today it feels heavy, like my heart.

“Looks like he almost did it himself, Mum.” I reassure softly, getting up though and squeezing her hand gently, already having done her hair. “I’ll go do Bethany’s…” I start gently.

“Emikka…” I turn back to my mother, heart steeled over. I need to be there for everyone. The tears fell from her eyes, and I hug her gently, rubbing her back. “The dawn lotuses…”

“I know, I already got them yesterday, I’ll even arrange them on the altar for you with the candles and incense.” I murmur softly as she starts shaking… she feels so small all of a sudden… so I hold her close protectively, wishing to rid her of her sadness, protect her from the cruel reality… but I could not. I was useless once again.

I glare at my reflection before cutting my hair with a quiet whimper… Carver and I will be fighting at Ostagar against darkspawn. I’m terrified for his life though and do not wish for him to go alone. I’ve fought with my naginata before, multiple times. No magic used during the fights as well. So, I’ll be fine. Carver was packing a bag in his room. I clench my jaw, brushing off my loose strands now before taking my leave to gather my own things…

I grit my teeth, realizing we’re being slaughtered and overrun! The beacon is lit! Where is the flanking group?! I shake my head, pressing my back against Carver’s, “We need to go! NOW!” I demand, taking a deep breath and blasting the darkspawn around us back, dragging my stumbling brother along with me as I clear a path ahead of us! I’m not letting us die out here! Mum and Bethany also need to be warned! We all need to get to safety!

I stare in horror as Bethany is grabbed by the huge ogre, crying out in anger – magicka surging through me as I reach out my hands, willing clawed hands to grab the ogre and rip it in half! Breathing heavily as I stumble, head aching as I nearly pass out… never having done that before… Rushing over to mother and Bethany, shaking my head, heart thundering. Struggling to breathe as mother speaks, not really processing what she’s saying at this point… “She… She died a hero…” I rasp out, trying to pull my head together so I can get us out of here alive!

I stare up at the sky quietly as the cart rides on. Smiling as I feel the breeze. We just finished visiting Orzammar. Its so big and hot and almost stifling were it not for the tall ceilings… I close my eyes, already missing the soft caresses I felt to my heart when I was there though. Odd…

I grin as I run up to father, slicing at him ferociously. He dodges easily, laughing as I nearly trip over my own feet in the assault! I huff, pouting… This is hard. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it, bug! Let’s try again, aye?” he encourages and I nod, steeling myself. I’m only starting out. I’ve got this!

I glare as I walk away from the stupid meeting. I at least waited til it was over. Idiots… I miss mom and dad… I sigh, sitting down at the mouth of the cave, getting out my dagger, starting to sharpen it tenderly as I stare up at the stars quietly… Something big is happening soon… I can feel it.

[crows-of-buckets]

My worldstate is so funny you've got:

Aviae Surana, an elven mage who is decently short

Lucio Hawke, 5'6 tiny guy with long hair and a pretty face

Then there's Selene Adaar. Shes a tall ass Qunari she towers of them. Group pictures of them often involve her at least a little hunched over

[angelsndragons]

dragon age october: meet the hero of ferelden

so i have two main heroes and a couple who are allowed to hang out here because why not, they're all my children.

tris brosca: canon worldstate warden. gods i love this girl. she's barely 17, she's been dodging extremely NSFW fates since she was a child, she's grey rocking her way through life and forgetting that she's a person, and she's awed by nuts and fruits and the nicest thing anyone ever did was teach her how to dry those fruits.

tris is a warrior but for me, it's because she hasn't had any training, not because she is a warrior at the start of the game. she's cannon fodder at best and she knows it. she's good enough not to die, and even win a tourney in a fluke (hey she wasn't fighting like the dude she was impersonating, that threw people off). over the course of the game she becomes a champion and a berserker, one for her surface life, one for the rage at her childhood home.

tris, like her other canon counterparts, is resilient and determined, stubborn to a fault. something in her refuses to die, even when it would be easier. she'd tell you it's because she can't let her sister watch her die but it's something deeper than that. there's a tiny spark of kindness and hope which hasn't been fully snuffed out. her sense of humor is drier than the anderfels. she barely understands gentleness but oh boy does she crave it for herself.

moranor mahariel: cursed from birth, an ill omen, no one was particularly surprised when it happened. even so, the clan mourned parting with her. family's complicated like that. never mind that she wanted to die with her family, with people she loved. never mind that marethari took that choice away from her (moranor wasn't conscripted but only because she recognized she wouldn't be given a choice. better to pretend she had one). moranor is silver tongued, curious, quick witted, and desperate to prove herself.

she's a rogue. of course, really. and when all the other wardens die, when it's her and alistair between a country, a world and destruction, she starts getting ideas. maybe she doesn't have to be a curse. if she can pull this off, do the impossible, well, wouldn't she be rewarded with the impossible? maybe even a home for her people?

moranor was my first playthrough and while she was a delight, good god is dao archer so bad. i had no idea going in, lol. she's a ranger, in honor of her heritage, and a bard, in honor of her future.

as for the others, telandari tabris is his father's son who will make the most pragmatic yet kind decisions he can. he starts the game a bit of a wild child, not quite ready to settle down but eager to be seen as a full adult by his elders and people. he is loghain's foil and the way that comes to a head in the endgame is just heartbreaking. syrea surana is the andrastian weapon the chantry made of her. she has no past and she will have no future and she knows it. she's a mage, that's her lot in life. syrea is my ameridan successor, the "good elf/mage" that the chantry can whitewash and paint over until nothing of the original remains, only a pedestal.