Super duper rough speedpaint of Fen'Harel because I’m getting back into Dragon Age again

“Nathaniel will dedicate himself to the Order and to clearing the blemishes on his family’s name. After saving Teyrn Fergus Cousland from a bandit attack, a portion of Amaranthine is returned to the Howes. Nathaniel passes the holding to his sister Delilah’s son. When a new castle is built there, a statue of Nathaniel is erected in its courtyard.”

Meeting Fenris for the first time like

I like Dragon Age because if you want to know everything about Dragon Age you have to

Like you think you’re just going to play fun games. But no, this is dragon school, and we’ve got mysterious dragon homework, we must crack the dragon secrets

ROMANCE IN DRAGON AGE

high drama and tragedy, passion and fury and joy, people getting pinned to walls, smoldering stares across the room, romantic dances before the entire court, silk ties, poetry, someone dies probably

ROMANCE IN THE ELDER SCROLLS

“hey sweet necklace, want to move in”

How Apostates Can Successfully Hide From Templars (a Comprehensive Guide as Learned From Every Apostate Encountered in Dragon Age):

playing a game for nostalgia but realizing you’re going to have to fight that boss again

da:i + text posts // varric

omg stop me anyone…

original/ full/ without vallaslin

there are a lot of time travel Lavellans out there (and I love each one), but what about time travel Solas? A Fen’harel that’s been doing this song and dance for lifetimes beyond counting? Who falls in love with Lavellan over, and over, and over again. He tells himself, “this time, I shall spare us both.”

Yet there no world in which he can regret that first kiss.

Each time he retreats. Reminds himself of the consequences, and tells her it would be unwise. He guards his heart, and remembers all that stands to be lost. He wanders the ways, searching for Wisdom, yet each time she is gone. Each time she is bound. Each time he thinks: I will go.

But his feet know the way back to Skyhold, and there is no world in which she does not meet him at the gate. He wraps what they have in friendship, and pulls away once more. Still. Something always draws him to her balcony, and maybe it’s that he means to say goodbye, yet there is no world in which the smallness of her voice can diminish the command:

Don’t go.

It would be kinder in the long run, he knows it. But it’s because he knows it that he can’t help think, this time will be different. So he stays. He remembers the steps of their first dance in Halamshiral, and revels in the heat of those early days. He knows Sera’s jokes by heart, but he lets her make them just the same.

Drop ‘em and rebuild the empire.

He smiles because it’s truer than she’ll ever know. There is no world in which Lavellan is not his vhenan, no world in which she refuses to join him in Crestwood. Sometimes he takes her hand in the cave, and sometimes he waits for her instead.

She always listens when he tells her the truth about the Dalish, and sometimes she even lets him cast the spell. In that fragile moment, she is so beautiful, and he remembers all the things that have happened before knows he as but one chance to ensure they never happen again.

And so there is no world in which he can spare the pain of their parting.

Because once, the very first time, he didn’t. He told her, and she stayed. She stayed  with him until the end, brought the veil down at his side, and slayed a thousand foes. She cast the spell, fired the arrow, swung the sword that brought Andruil down, and it should have been their victory.

But while Fen’Harel trained his might on Falon’Din, Dirthamen slipped through the shadows.

It was a future darker than any Redcliffe, soaked in agony and blood, because the Evanuris were too smart to kill her. Far too self righteous for anything so quick. They kept her, collared her, and it was a long, cold, century before he broke down their defense.

Found her in a prison of his own making.

Not broken, but changed, and he thought her suffering more terrible than the creation of the veil, and what he wouldn’t do to wash her blood from his hands.

So he goes back.

Originally posted by cinematears

please DO NOT assume that just because my character is doing something that i as the writer

because sometimes my character does things that I absolutely cringe at and which are almost painful to write.

but my writing a villain does not make me a villian

understand that it is fiction and I do not condone the wrong actions that sometimes are written out on my blog for in-character purposes.

There are waves of times when a bunch of people decide every character I write is always acting in ways I condone, and I’m currently in one of those times. Seriously, even main characters aren’t gonna always or even often do things I approve of. Characters gotta have flaws beyond “clumsy” or “often late.”

texts-from-dragonage:

Dear Bioware, when I said to my friend that I wanted to know the truth about what happened at Red Crossings prior to DA:I’s release, I didn’t mean it was alright for you to rip my heart out with some Starcrossed Lovers and a huge misunderstanding.

I wish they hadn’t cut this. This sounds like such a promising personal quest for the Inquisitor. I wonder if there was a similar quest like this for Redcliffe?