Hello, I Hope You're Doing Well! My Name Is Mahmoud Abu Swierh, And I'm A 17-year-old From Gaza. The

Hello, I hope you're doing well! My name is Mahmoud Abu Swierh, and I'm a 17-year-old from Gaza. The ongoing war has devastated my city, destroyed my school, and made daily life incredibly challenging. Despite these hardships, I'm determined to continue my education and build a better future. I've been given a chance to study abroad, but I need help to cover the costs of leaving Gaza, as well as living expenses and other essentials abroad once the crossing opens. If you can, please consider donating or sharing, your kindness can truly make a difference. Thank you. https://gofund.me/bd3ccf0b

Hello my friend!

My heart goes out to everyone in Gaza and I await the day you are all safe and free. Inshallah you will be free soon.

If anyone is able to help donate as well please do!

Everyone deserves to live in safety and comfort, and our brothers and sisters in Gaza need us.

More like... Fem'Harel amirite?

I imagined Butch Lesbian Solas a week ago and she has possessed my mind ever since. So we've got concept art inspo and canon inspo.

I see why Solas is how he is. If they'd made him a woman he'd be simply too powerful.

Denerim Is Won

Some lovely Sten x Mahariel softness for the soul before I throw some angst at y'all.

Almost caught up with posting here. Just a few animatics I've done and a short comic and we'll be all caught up

Flirting vs Fighting

Some... attraction? At first sight? Soulmates? I'm not sure tbh I just love the idea that she brings a bit of colour to his life and him to hers.

"A Hero's Calling"

A Zevran x Warden short comic. PART 2 of 2

Aaaand we come to the end.

Random Solavellan angst idea that I'll prob never use:

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The crimson was soaking into the mud. Lavellan wasn't sure when the rain started. She could barely feel the droplets on her face. The deep gash to her abdomen was visible through her torn armour, seeping bright red blood.

There was no pain anymore, washed away with the rain. The noise of the battle field was like she was listening through water. Suddenly she was jostled as someone lifted her. She thought she could hear someone calling her but they sounded so far away. She forced her eyes to focus.

Solas stared down at her, eyes wide and face twisted like he was in pain. She tried to sit up but her strength was failing her.

Oh.

She was dying, wasn't she?

Her thoughts seemed to clear as Solas tried desperately to heal her. She could faintly feel the warm glow of his magic.

"Your magic can't heal this..."

"Vhenan, don't." His voice was rough and broken, and she wasn't sure if it was the rain or if he was crying.

Her fingers twitched to wipe them away but couldn't will her arms to move.

"Vhenan, please... stay." He looked so much like the broken man who had left her that evening in Crestwood. Yet his words were so different now.

Lavellan tried to smile for him.

"I wish I could Vhenan... I wanted..." her breath trembled. "I wanted one last dream with you..."

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THE END.

Came to me during my walk home from work and I already have too many fic WIPs to make new ones.

Doomed by the narrative Solavellan rots in my skull.