A place to show my love of fandom things that catch my fancy. Lots of Dragon Age but also Mass Effect, The Wayhaven Chronicles, FMA, Witcher, and others. (a.k.a.: ellenembee's flailing fandom side blog)
Anyway, I’ve found my whimsy again, expect more shit posts (this is a threat 🖤)
(Also, the parapets are about knee height. You can pretend it’s either higher because I wanted it to match the meme, or that Cullen is on his knees smoking on the battlements, take your pick.)
the lesson: don't try teaching yourself to draw with your underrated fave because you will start over approximately 85048545 times
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Relationships: Alistair/Female Amell
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 14,281
featuring: non-warden Amell, established relationship, amnesia trope, alistair loves his (almost) wife so much, silly family antics (Lorenzo is Lorenzo), some angst, & a happy ending~
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Alistair will wait however long it takes for the love of his life to remember him. For @inquisiorastoria
"There's… how many rooms?" he asked faintly, sneaking a look at Laia's face. It reddened with such force that he settled a hand at her elbow on instinct. If she fainted, he wanted to be on the standby, because he was a patient man sometimes, but if another head wound sent her spiraling further into the past, he'd probably just hit his own head and hope Andraste brought them together again.
He wouldn't. But the thought was tempting, especially after the last few days in her company. He'd been unable to do more than watch and clench his fists as she tempted him in every way a man could be tempted with every little smile she shot him, every little laugh, every little bit of herself she allowed him to see in their weeks of travel.
Lorenzo shrugged, hands clasped behind his head, looking at ease. Alistair didn't believe it. Too much discomfort in the pinch of his mouth, so that the resemblance between him and his cousin was more pronounced than ever. "Not enough for all of us. We're pairing up for the night—"
"Shouldn't I be with you?" said Laia in such a tiny voice, Alistair thought Lorenzo might simply ignore it. He didn't. He flashed Laia a sympathetic look and then shook his head. Her chin dropped and she shrank into her cloak.
"No because I am rooming up with a couple of them tonight already. Including Oghren, you're welcome for that. We can't cram anyone else inside. Short of sleeping in the stables—"
"I can," said Laia and Alistair in the same breath. Their eyes locked, and she registered then the hand on her elbow. Her breath trembled, lips parting to speak then stopping, and he tried not to think too hard about the many months it'd been since he'd even kissed her. The contact between them was nearly too much to bear.
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I wrote a little drabble for Wyll Week (wyllweek.bsky.social) about Wyll and Nuri's son Arnask, who takes after both of his parents. The fic is from the POV of Reth, a prickly ex-cultist who can't help falling for this part-tiefling part-orc charmer with a hero complex. 💞
Enjoy and Happy Wyll Week!
Had the pleasure of painting this piece and two others for @dragonageannual 2026 zine! It was so much fun working on this and seeing other people's art and writing!
Thinking about the Inquisition wearing military dress to Halamshiral, and I actually love it as a choice so much. I fully get why lots of people don't like the choice (and lets be real, I love all the fancy designs people have done!!) but honestly. What a power move.
To me, the Inquisition showing up in military dress and sans masks reads as a refusal to play Orlais' game. The Inquisition arrives at Halamshiral on its own terms.
It is a refusal to make people comfortable, a refusal to let people act like it is just another ball, that they can continue as normal. It is a bold statement that Thedas is in crisis, and it forces the nobility to confront that. Its a constant reminder that these are peace talks.
And, it is also a firm statement of power. It is a statement that the Inquisition has order and stability where Orlais is caught up in a chaotic civil war. And it is the sort of move that only works because the Inquisition has the power to back it up, both in armed forces, but also social, cultural and political capital.
Because Orlais is in a very weak position. They have been in civil war for two years with little sign of reprieve. No war is good for a country, but civil war is brutal. You can't really gain anything as a country in a civil war, you can't plunder or take home treasures and new lands. And we see in multiple locations in Orlais how bad the civil war has been for the country, with farms and estates in ruins.
And even Orlais' other element of power in the Orlesian Chantry has been basically destroyed and replaced by the Inquisition. They have no Divine, and the Inquisition has control of either the mages or templars. Orlais is powerless and is only managing to hide that fact by the trappings of wealth and luxury. If nobody acknowledges the elephant in the room, is it even there? If everybody pretends like everything is fine and Orlais is still powerful then it might as well be.
But the Inquisition doesn't try to hide the chaos and conflict going on in the world behind beautiful riches. By dressing in military fashion it is an uncomfortable reminder of everything going on outside the palaces and music and jewels and masks. And played right, it really forces the two sides of the civil war to come to the table and attempt to solve the issue. Because it just calls those in power out.
Its such a bolshy move to wear military dress and I love it. It catches Orlais in its own delusion of power and forces it to acknowledge the influence and power of the Inquisition.
"There is a place that waits for a force to hold it. There is a place where the Inquisition can build--grow. Skyhold."
3/3 of my postcards for @dragonageannual 2026! deeply pleased to have had the chance to make a card for this special place, the hole-filled non-osha compliant fortress of all time 🏰⚔️
I've finally been getting off my butt and fleshing out the comic pages for the "lamppost in winter" dialogue between my warden, Selph, and Alistair ^_^
Here's the first five pages with tweaks to page 1, since I uploaded that a while back on its own. There's about 14 pages estimated, maybe more! So! Continuing along, but I wanted to share what I have so far 🥰
[Opening the pics in a new tab on computers helps for full viewing!]
So, when I started building the datranscripts website, I initially said that I would continue to update the blogs. Unfortunately, thanks to tumblr's Very Functional Website Moderation, I've just lost one of my other dragon age event blogs due to a wrongful termination (my best guess is due to an AI screened bot sweep). This is both incredibly frustrating and has raised concerns for the transcript blogs.
I started building the website due to tumblr's ongoing issues, and I hate that it's only continued to deteriorate and that my faith in the site's integrity continues to fall. As such:
Future transcript updates will be posted to the website only. Please consider the blogs archival going forward.
I will continues to check asks and post status updates here in the meanwhile, but any actual transcripts will no longer be posted here. I'll be refocusing my efforts to getting all of Inquisition up on the site as well.
In the case that something does happen to the transcript blogs, please make sure to bookmark the site, join the (read-only/contact-only) discord, or follow the project on bsky.
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Chat with Tarquin if the player saved Treviso. This is an alternate cut dialogue after Tarquin and the Viper argue because Ashur investigated Tarquin after learning that the Knight-Commander Lenos was in league with the Venatori.
I recorded the Shadow Dragon version, but a few lines are different if Rook is from a different faction.
Rook: How are things? You're not still angry at Ashur, are you?
Tarquin: I'm not a monster.
If Rook is a Shadow Dragon
Tarquin: And I want to be angry at you, but what would be the point?
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Tarquin: The argument seems so small now.
Tarquin: Half the city's destroyed. We lost people, and we're about to lose at least one more…
Tarquin: And the Venatori are gaining ground. They're in league with magisters and templars.
Rook: You can't do anything about the templars? Aren't you one?
Tarquin: (Sighs) Unfortunately.
Option: Minrathous' fate is my fault.
Rook: Tarquin, I'm sorry. I screwed up. I should've been here.
If Rook is a Shadow Dragon
Tarquin: It's too late for that.
If Rook is an Antivan Crow
Tarquin: You're a Crow. Treviso's your city. I'd have done the same.
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Tarquin: But you weren't.
Tarquin: Your regret doesn't change anything, Rook. It doesn't even make you feel better.
Tarquin: I'll see you around.
Option: I'll let you be.
Rook: I'll let you be. I'm sorry things ended the way they did.
Tarquin: Me too.
If Rook is a Shadow Dragon
Tarquin: Hey, bring the light, yeah?
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