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spencer reid in 14.11

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Festive Shortbread 5 Ways

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FALLOUT: Season 1 Episode 5 “The Past”

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I cannot believe that we can’t

1. import our inquisitor’s appearance the way we can with rook

2. edit our inquisitor after the initial CC

IF ANYONE AT BIOWARE IS READING THIS CURRENTLY, THE PEOPLE DEMAND A PATCH

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mmm not to be a solasmancer on main but im thinking about those few days after the Cole debacle if a solavellan Inquisitor encourages him to remain a spirit. just. Solas, watching her fret so much in the aftermath, terrified that she may have taken someone's choice away, worried that she influenced what Cole wanted somehow, watching her sheer relief and unbridled joy after Cole's, free and light and brimming with happy incredulity, "but you didn’t change, didn’t make me change. Thank you". He watches her, and thinks of Mythal. Thinks of devotion, and abuse. Regret. Thinks of Cole, and spirits and Wisdom and Pride- Thinks, wistfully, achingly, "in her hands, I might have been safe".

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I’m on chapter 11 of the Masked Empire and if Ser Michel does what I think his old, bitch ass gonna do to the Dalish camp to keep his secret, I hope he croaks over and dies at the end of this story…

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Felassan has me over here giggling, blushing, and laughing. This man is all kinds of weird and goofy with a side of intense. I’m into it!!!

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I decided to mod the dread babe because I miss his DAI freckles. Also, his tarot colour palette. HIM.

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Really happy with how this turned out.

"A thunderstorm is interesting, a wildfire is interesting; I have stood in the middle of both and watched things change."

~ The Masked Empire

Felassan 📸

Dragon Age: the Veilguard

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😭😂 pretty much accurate. Everyone collectively forgets or underestimates this level of insanity Lavellan has to be with Solas.

I'm always interested in analyses that portray a romanced Solas as a predatory hee hee trickster god manipulating a young and impressionable Lavellan into falling for him and if that's your world state go ahead and live your truth b/c it's frankly none of my business, but I sincerely think there are those who forget that for a lot of people, a romanced Lavellan is (with all due respect to my own Solasmancing Inquisitor Rielle Lavelllan) batshit crazy. Having her boyfriend turn out to be a wolf god is honestly the least of her problems but oh boy is she unafraid to become one to fix this mess.

This is a woman who woke up in a dungeon with a glowing hand, figured out she could fix the world, and thought "fuck it, it's not like I'll have anything else better to do if Corypheus sticks around. Also. Everyone here kind of looks like they want to kill me, so maybe I'll stick with the protective powers that be for a minute." And then all of five seconds later she gets her hand snatched by a sketchy elven apostate who knows exactly what to do with her shiny new powers and cannot stop himself from having a Mr. Darcy level hand-flex after he lets it go (in my heart and soul this happens just out of the camera's gaze) and goes "hmm maybe there's something to be said for this world saving thing."

This is a woman who brought an entire fucking avalanche down on herself and three of her closest friends (and I do mean closest as in physical proximity, she doesn't know these people who are looking at her like she's Thedas' Next Top Idol) because even if it killed her it was the proper middle finger to send to the wannabe god bringing his army tap-dancing down the mountain pass towards her on the one night she had scheduled off to celebrate finally taking a W.

This is a woman going Take 2 Electric Boogaloo on waking up with no idea where she is and learning she was succesfful in spite-dragging herself up a different fucking mountain in a blizzard. Except now everyone is fighting wait nope now they're Kumbaya-ing a song Andraste's Herald should really probably be familiar with whoops, oh thank God, time for a side convo with the same apostate who's been trying to turn her entire life into a history class only for her to dive in headfirst (much to his initial abject horror) and get that good good discourse she needs since she can't go around arguing with everyone else like she wants to. "The orb is ours." You know what? Of course it is. But if they need the world saved from an elven oopsie, who better to right things than an elf? Fuck it, we ball.

This is a woman who misses being close to nature and goes positively feral at Skyhold, yeeting herself over balconies and banisters and turning the ancient fortress into her personal parkour playground because she's got energy to work off and shit to do, and if the path of least resistance to hunt down everyone she needs to talk to is coincidentally the same path that will absolutely wreck her knees by the time she's sixty, that's just how it has to be.

This is a woman who finds herself back at Haven with a man she's found it possible to be unfetteringly unabashedly herself with and thinks, "hey, maybe there could be more than the flirations we've exchanged over heated discussions and philosophical deep-dives, maybe I can have just one smooch as a treat." And when she feels her slowly unfurling passion reciprocated only to be shut down? She resolves herself to fight for this fledgling love and all the fade tongue that comes with it. This is a woman who gets the tiniest glimpse of what a retirement plan might look like after this whole saving the mortal world thing and buys all the way in.

This is a woman who has Grey Wardens to save from themselves, an empire trying to self-cannibalize, and still finds the time to go save a spirit because she, as a fellow comrade caught up in this mess, knows damn well that no innocent deserves to suffer if she can help it while she's got this insane amount of power she never asked for. And if that happens to lead to the man she feels safe enough to nap on the library couches with confessing at last the feelings she knows he's been smothering beneath his all-too-collected surface? Yeah, she'll take that W.

This is a woman who gets absolutely blasted head-over-ass into the fade and goes "honestly things were going a little TOO well." This is a woman who sneaks a peak at the closest fears of the companions she's come to know and love and goes "not on my fucking watch." This is a woman who sees that the man she forces herself to learn the old language for, her vhenan, fears more than anything in the entire knowing world, being alone and resolves herself to ensuring it never comes to pass.

This is a woman who gets the opportunity to shape the government of a literal country and runs around collecting wooden fucking halla in a palace full of elven servants with no time to dwell on that particularly cruel irony. This a woman who collapses against a balcony railing after putting out some of the sickest literal and metaphorical dance moves The Game has ever seen, resigned to bear her ever-increasing burdens alone, only to find her heart and his horrible horrible hat extending a hand, promising her that if he is not alone, then neither is she.

Like, do you feel me here?

Inquisitor Lavellan is a master-class in encouraging the odds against her to fuck around and find out. She is a rift-mending false-god-bashing politcally savvy terror upon all of Thedas. Solas (and all of the living breathing world) is lucky she took time out of her busy schedule to notice the way his smile softens when talking about spirits or appreciate the fluidity of his form when they're obliterating venatori out in the field. This man cradled her cheeks in his shaking hands and had the audacity to steal her heart before trying to peace out and take it with him.

And then he has the audacity to think something as sudden and damning as the truth is enough to keep her away? The queen of tough conversations and tougher choices? No, no, dear readers who have made it this far into my descent into madness.

If she's got to track down a real god this time and frog march him into the fade to reclaim both her heart and the future she fought for because all he wants to do is launch himself like a meteor towards achieving his greatest fear, if she has to spend hours lecturing him on the sheer audacity of his ass while spirits float by and realize they're grateful they never had the chance to take on a body and subject themselves to a verbal lashing this brutal, if she has to do cartwheels around him while dropping all sorts of sweet nothings in the language she is now quite proficient in until he gets it through his luminous gleaming skull that when she said "var lath vir suledin" my girl meant it? Then that's what she's going to do.

"I wish it could, vhenan."

Oh it's going to, buddy. Buckle up to get wrecked, to get absolutely loved and cherished you fool, because Inquisitor Lavellan is not the Dread Wolf's prey, she's his hunter.

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okay, i need you to listen: you need to care. you need to care. you need to care. in spite of everything, you need to care. despite everything, you need to care. yes yes i know you feel lonely and yes i know how it is to be taught that you need to be cold and distant and always (and i mean always) distrustful of everyone, because who knows, you never know, but you live in a society made by a species whose survival is based almost solely on caring about things. we are not developed to be uncaring. please, you're not weak for caring. please, don't stop caring about things. please, you need to care.

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you ever think about why the creation of the veil went so wrong

imagine the severity of solas’ grief when he gets word that mythal was tricked, cornered and murdered by the evanuris when she simply tried to reason with them

imagine pure anger overtaking solas, pushing him completely into into his pride demon persona. the anguish of grief, guilt and rage causing him to immediately work to make sure the Evanuris regret ever existing

felassan saying “but we dont know the consequences” but solas doesn’t care. there’s no wisdom in his vengeance aside from the knowledge that he must also seal the blight away with the gods to protect this world.

i bet his pride form delighted in the fact that the gods’ life forces were tied to their own prison. i bet he felt clever and vindicated, looking past any foreseeable consequences that Wisdom would’ve caught

and then he destroys the world, the very people he was trying to save for centuries. millions wiped out, all facets of their civilization, the attachment to the fade he loved, the world gone tranquil, his vengeance rebounded… all because of him.

imagine the sheer level of guilt and self loathing that must have followed him afterwards. to him, what he did was worse than the evanuris.

the nightmare demon voices his worst fear - “that was no victory, your pride will be your death.”

he loathes his own pride, is afraid of it, yet it’s such a part of him. he’s locked in a perpetual struggle with himself, his nature, both spirit and demon. no wonder he names himself solas - pride - as a reminder to himself that it will destroy him and everyone he loves

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So because she didn’t want to be outed as a lesbian and with an elven lover, her bright idea to be taken seriously is to murder more elves? Like it’s not going to piss them off? This goofy broad is dumber than a box of rocks.

It’d have been better if she had married Gaspard. As long as he got to sit on the throne in some form, and a legitimate heir, he wouldn’t care about Celene and Briala’s night time activities.

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When thinking back to my first playthrough, I think I did know the truth about Varric.

But just like Rook, I chose not to believe it.

Subconsciously, I think I might’ve figured it out in the way Solas says “Varric…” here.

That is not the face of a man who just narrowly avoided killing a friend.

That is the face of a man who deeply regrets the fact that he did kill his friend.

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Felassan is WEIRD. 😭😂 My boy chewed on bark. Send help, I beg.