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The skeleton is also miraculously still perfectly articulated.

imagine a skeleton. obviously this is already blowing your mind. now imagine he had a gun

Dread Wolf

this hit me like a truck

I think I lost something over time I lost my body, it doesn't feel like mine

I don't know where I go

So, I had a thought . What if ‘May the Dread Wolf take you’ used to be a blessing? Fen'Harel was the breaker of chains and the freer of slaves, after all. He sought to over throw the ones who would set themselves up as gods.   Why would a people living in fear not wish him to steal them away? “It inspired fear in my enemies and hope in my allies.” It sounds to me as though there were plenty of people who would have taken sincere oaths by the name of Fen'Harel. The name inspired hope in those who followed him, it stands to reason that they would have prayed, whether he wanted to be viewed as a god or not. What if ‘May the Dread Wolf take you’ used to be a sort of quietly desperate prayer that he would come to their aid? Something akin to ‘God go with you’. Imagine how much it must have disturbed him when the quiet pleas for help gradually turned in to cries of anger, of rage and fear. It was no longer a prayer asking for his help but a slap to his face with every utterance. Another reminder of just how badly he had failed. Is it really any wonder, then, that he has so little respect for the Dalish when they turned something that was, if not entirely pleasant, at least something to be proud of into an insult to his very nature and everything he tried to accomplish? Because it used to be “May the Dread Wolf take you” with an unspoken ‘And keep you safe.’ And now.. its not…

@fade-walking

back to camp 🌿

So I've been starting some Internal Family System (IFS) therapy and I just realised....its so Harry Du Boirs coded....

Saw a reddit post today about a girl who was upset that her childhood best friend replaced a photo of the two of them in his wallet with one of him and his girlfriend. And while yeah, she was being unreasonable with a lot of what she was saying, I totally understand the sadness of a friend "replacing" you with someone they have romantic feelings for. Makes it worse when the top comment is this

Every single comment on this post is about how family and romantic relationships always take precedence over friendships. I don't have anything more to say to this aside from the fact that... this is why it's hard for aroaces to imagine futures for themselves. Society drills it into your head that you're going to live in a world where you are no one's priority if you don't have romantic relationships and it fucking sucks

one of the most challenging skills i've had to learn as an adult is the art of figuring out whether i'm proportionally annoyed with someone or just tired and overstimulated and looking for reasons to be pissed off

Probably a controversial take but why tf do people keep calling Vivienne a noble. She's not.

She's Bastien's *mistress* not his wife.

She's a Circle mage. There is a ban on mages holding political power and what power she has she gained through hard work and cunning.

Her parents were Rivaini commoners and she was born poor in Wycome in the Free Marches.

Originally the position of court mage was little more than a court jester. Vivienne turned it into one of respect. She survived multiple assassination attempts and half of those bards she sent back frozen solid and the other half she *recruited.*

Officially her only titles are First Enchanter and (conditionally) Grand Enchanter or Divine. Madame de Fer is implied to be originally an insult that Vivienne claimed and turned into a mark of respect.

i saw this and couldn't resist doing a small sketch

I'll take one for the team and be the basic bitch ahaha. How bout Mr Solas Dreadwolf himself :D

@queenaeducan

Real courage is to stand against a sea of side character requests and ask for a drawing of Solas dragonage

Should’ve watched your step, boys.

The End and The Beginning

Chapter 2: The Beginning

Ghilara breathed in deep, letting the air fill her lungs. It was an indulgence, she knew, but she couldn’t help it. The drying grasses, the scent of the fresh wind off the snowpeaks, and the faint tingle of embarium at the back of her throat; these things meant home. They meant the place where her mamae had taught her to cook hearth cakes, where she had stolen her first kiss, where she had learned to shoot. As the memories washed over her, she waited for the inevitable pang, the punch to the stomach that always came when she thought of such things, when her mind told her body that those things were gone, never to be regained. But all she felt was the gentle but constant weight of grief and sentimentality settling over her shoulders.

Blurb:

“After every war, someone has to clean up. Things won’t straighten themselves up, after all. Someone has to push the rubble to the side of the road, so the corpse-filled wagons can pass.” -Wislawa Szymborska

Lavellan has nothing left to loose when she arrives to stop Solas’ ritual. But in that moment she finds an opportunity for them both to live. Faking both their deaths, she flees with a near dead Solas to a small cottage in the middle of nowhere. But a return to peace is not as easy as she thought it would be. With Solas on the verge of death and her friends mourning her death, she has thrown everything at this one chance. And even if Solas wakes, they cannot go back to how things were. They have to move forwards.

Read from the start here

Hope you enjoy the first proper chapter of this fic! I've got a fun ride planned for y'all :D

most unstable girl you know: i need to get a masters degree

you change.... everything

Today I learned, that the te reo (the Maori language) name for France is: Wīwī

Which is basically pronounced 'oui oui'

The End and The Beginning

Chapter 2: The Beginning

Ghilara breathed in deep, letting the air fill her lungs. It was an indulgence, she knew, but she couldn’t help it. The drying grasses, the scent of the fresh wind off the snowpeaks, and the faint tingle of embarium at the back of her throat; these things meant home. They meant the place where her mamae had taught her to cook hearth cakes, where she had stolen her first kiss, where she had learned to shoot. As the memories washed over her, she waited for the inevitable pang, the punch to the stomach that always came when she thought of such things, when her mind told her body that those things were gone, never to be regained. But all she felt was the gentle but constant weight of grief and sentimentality settling over her shoulders.

Blurb:

“After every war, someone has to clean up. Things won’t straighten themselves up, after all. Someone has to push the rubble to the side of the road, so the corpse-filled wagons can pass.” -Wislawa Szymborska

Lavellan has nothing left to loose when she arrives to stop Solas’ ritual. But in that moment she finds an opportunity for them both to live. Faking both their deaths, she flees with a near dead Solas to a small cottage in the middle of nowhere. But a return to peace is not as easy as she thought it would be. With Solas on the verge of death and her friends mourning her death, she has thrown everything at this one chance. And even if Solas wakes, they cannot go back to how things were. They have to move forwards.

Read from the start here

Hope you enjoy the first proper chapter of this fic! I've got a fun ride planned for y'all :D

You have become important to me, more important than I could have imagined.

Now that I have a Lightbox I can take updated photos of Archibald Asparagus Saint Sebastian

Ar lasa mala revas. You are free, Solas

and yet the hands are still there.

*gets down on one knee* I want to make a shared oc universe with you

Ok, hear me out on a Josephine x Trevelyan Persuasion AU. Like Josie and Trevelyan are in love, but Trevelyan's family disapprove of the match because of Josie's family status, the whole not being able to trade with Orlais part of her story. So Trevelyan turns down her proposal.

Except Josie manages to rebuild the family fortune, and Trevelyan still is deeply in love with her, but they can't re-propose as it'll make them seem like they're just after the fortune. So they PINE.

Idk if I prefer this as m/f or f/f. Because on one hand. Lesbians. On the other though, I think the gender reversal of the m/f would be really interesting (since in the book its the man who is poor and then makes his fortune).

I have way too many projects rn to think about doing this but...solavellan pride and prejudice AU

Its so perfect! And not just because Solas=Pride in elvish.

You have Solas aka Mr Darcy, wealthy landed gentry, he is generally a bit of an ass, up himself and socially reserved. In the book, Darcy falls in love with Lizzie early on, even though he considers it an attachment 'below his station'. He proposes to her, never concieving of the fact that she will turn him down, because he's hella rich and above her station. Lizzie takes him to town on it and then Darcy goes away, thinks about his life choices and becomes a better person. This reminding anybody of Solas' regard for the Dalish...? His arc of seeing the people of thedas as real people?

Then you have Lavellan aka Lizzie, she is slighted by Solas early on and this colours her entire perspective of him, and leads her to believe things about him that she probably should have had some more critical thinking about. He proposes she turns him down while roasting him. However, in doing so she learns that he isn't quite as bad as stories have made him out to be. In the book this is the fact that Mr Wickham, who has been telling Lizzie bad things about him, is actually a bad guy and tried to elope with Darcy's 15 year old sister. (I could see this paralleling with the vallaslin removal or the reveal of the actual history of fen harel).

But in the book, the point where Lizzie actually falls in love with Darcy is when she visits his home, the grand estate of Pemberly (maybe Skyhold in an au?). Here Darcy is a kind and generous man, he uses sustainable farming practices, he is kind to his tenants and servants, generous to guests he has only just met, and he adores his lil sister. This also seems a good solavellan parallel because despite being a very prideful person, Solas is a very kind person- he likes helping people! Its so easy to get approval with him- just ask questions!

Idk where I'm going with this, I just think its neat! Also...who would be the Jane/Bingly equivalents in the AU?? Jane, perfect ray of sunshine, and Bingly with his massive golden retriever energy?? Or my fave girl and aro icon Charlotte Lucas...?

Wait...would Cole be the equivalent of Georgiana Darcy???