Blarghe! @blarrghe - Tumblr Blog

Blarghe!

Probably about time I made a post like this. ABOUT THIS BLOG:

This is an 18+, pretty much exclusively Dragon Age blog. I also do LOTR art sometimes. I reblog some NSFW and I write smutty fics, but have not (as yet) drawn any porn.

Art Tag

Fic Tag

My AO3

Currently taking art commissions!

#about me #blarghe

effemar

nobody tells you this bc it’s stupid but the best thing to do while on your period is play the sims 4 on a laptop in bed. not only is the sims 4 more fun when you’re emotionally disregulated but the processing power required for the worlds least optimized & shittiest video game of all time will cause your laptop to actively try to kill itself and depending on your position while playing the 3000 degree nuclear meltdown occurring in your lap makes a wonderful natural heating pad. Pro gamer tip

#no but this is so real #i have a desktop and don't get a period anymore but I did this with the sims 2 when I did #and if anything the sims 2 was worse in terms of computer heat death #but it was so right

ryann-44

Witherfang

greenfinchg-illustration

[NSFW] I decided to add some color to a few of my sketches.

dalishious

Among these "cishet" Dragon Age women, who would you make queer?

Morrigan

Anora

Aveline

Meredith

Cassandra

Someone else (leave in tags)

Voting ended onJun 6

#morrigan sweep 😌

dalishious

Among these "cishet" Dragon Age men, who would you make queer?

Alistair

Loghain

Sebastian

Cullen

Blackwall

Solas

Someone else (leave in tags)

Voting ended onJun 6

#alistair and solas are both canonically bi. to me.#and i think. sebastian just is like actually in canon. isn't he?#arent they all in dragon age 2. doesnt the 2 stand for 2bisexual2handle

loveridden1999

women on women action 😍😍😍 (←they are trying to kill each other)

a-drama-addict

im a factory that turns men from dragon age into beautiful women

greypetrel

It's not the gradient I had in mind, but honestly it's not the wrong one, either.

this one is "Anders and Fenris Resolve All Their Differences in an Elevator" which was from one of my own damn prompt list asks. Sorry. The next bit was Anders having a panic attack and writing it kinda gave me a panic attack and then I stopped forever. But I think this could be fun?

“You cannot seriously say that!”

“I can, and I do.” says Fenris, “Power corrupts.”

He has, in fact, said that before. He says it often, especially to Anders, and then they have this argument. It’s a very familiar argument, with predictable beats and never-changing lines. Anders could probably do both sides of it by now, could probably argue about this with Fenris in his sleep — actually, sometimes, he does.

It always starts the same way. Anders mentions something terrible going on, and Fenris overhears. Fenris bristles, Anders bristles at his bristling, and it all takes its usual course from there.

Lately, a lot of terrible things have been going on in Kirkwall, and they’ve been having this argument a lot. There was the young girl who used to frequent his clinic with suspiciously magical looking burns on her hands who doesn’t visit anymore, or any number of the tales of widespread corruption in the city’s Templar order that he hears about from the ones who frequent his clinic on their lyrium withdrawals.

Recently the politicking of the Ferelden circle has been making waves again, and Anders mentioned one of the news articles he saw about it to Hawke, and one to Varric, and both times Fenris had to sigh and mutter something under his breath, and then here they were. Today it came up because of an advertisement Anders saw on the subway on the way that used the word magical as a superlative, so there’s a slight chance that Fenris might actually be right when he says that Anders could find a way bring this topic out of anything, but it doesn’t really matter, because it all boils down to the same thing. And until that thing is rectified in a very big, real, world-changing kind of way, no, Anders is not going to shut up about it. Because he lives with Justice in his bones, and the thing that it boils down to is the very encapsulation of Justice; it’s freedom.

Mages are not free.

Fenris is free. He is very recently and very proudly free. He has defended his freedom in very bloody, very violent declarations of independence. Anders has seen him do it. Anders has helped. Anders saved his fucking life doing it and he would do it again, it doesn’t matter, freedom is freedom. But Fenris should fucking get it.

Instead, “If mages are given freedom, they will become Magisters.” he says, every time.

They might circle those two points for a while, power and freedom and who deserves what, but the next beat is always one of either of them giving up. Either Fenris scowls and turns him a cold shoulder, or Anders calls him impossible or some other insult and stomps off.

But not this time.

This time they are both on their way to Hawke’s, each carrying a bottle of the same damn wine. The cheap stuff, Hawke’s favourite. Anders knows it is because he cares about his friends, and Fenris knows because apparently, despite all other evidence in his blighted politics — if you could call it that — he does have a heart. (So he should fucking get it —) This time, the doors of the elevators taking them up to Hawke’s penthouse shut, and then the elevator starts up, and then it goes clank. Then clunk. Then it lurches, shudders, lurches again, and stops.

started writing this on TDoV because I loved how Morrigan says this line in DA:O. I do think it ends in Morrigan pegging Sten but I'm not totally sure how we get there. Anyway worth sharing the snippet ig

“So you do not see me as being truly a woman, then,” Morrigan muses, a smile spreading over her lips that she has learned from the fox. “Good to know.”

On that she agrees with the Qunari, actually. Though she does not guess that he would understand the miles in difference between how they each arrived at the point; she is not, she knows, truly a woman. Not since the first time she took wing as a raven. Not since even before that, if she is being honest.

If she is being honest, she does not quite believe such a thing as a woman exists at all. She sees only spirits. She is, when she is the raven, or the fox, the spider, the bear, only her spirit. She always has been.

She wonders if she could ever be able to make one such as Sten understand this. Likely not, she decides, and nearly grows giddy at the thought of trying. It is such fun to argue. She has taken some not-so-secret pleasure already in doing so with Alistair, the dim Warden of such importance. But that’s childsplay, of course. With this Quanri — she envisions the circles they could get lost in, spiralling about on semantics and logical webs that she might spin, as learned from Spider. And to do so and win of course, to have points conceded and understanding met, for once. Not like with mother.

A sigh, as she watches Sten return to his post. Is she the same as him, or different? She wonders. Could she learn that shape? With all their rigidity and collective relinquishing of control over their own lives? She doubts it. But also, it is because she is the same as him, just as she cannot take the shape of dwarf or elf. She thinks that might be useful information for an argument.

#maybe I'll finish it if someone is nice to me

starting with this "they meet in every universe" gone wrong concept thing that I do NOT have a plan for. is it a throuple? just a drama of sexual tension and moral quandries? a tragedy about letting go? idkkkk it's taren/dorian soulmates under the cut

Whenever he meets him, the timing is wrong. Whenever he meets him, the world is ending and the dark is all consuming and the nightmares are cloying for control. Whenever he meets him it’s a disaster, a war, a tragedy, and a struggle. Whenever he meets him, he is the light.

Dorian is always at odds with himself. Dorian is always at odds with the world. He has always been hurt and he always insists that he is broken. Taren always loves him anyway.

Usually, he comes as the hero. He’s been the saviour of the world, of a small hamlet, of the oppressed, and once, in a particularly strange turn of fate, of a nearly-failing run of an off-broadway musical; the timing is always wrong, but it isn’t always the end of the world. Usually, Dorian is already three steps ahead, solving the problem, bringing him up to speed; he is always the hero, but Dorian’s the smart one.

He has done this a thousand times. He wouldn’t give up a single one, but just once, just once, he wishes that the happy ending could just last.

Then he wakes up, and there are no problems. The world is a little messy, sure, but it is not ending. He is an ordinary citizen with ordinary rights and what seems to be a simply ordinary life. It takes him a while, which is strange, but he finds Dorian. Dorian will be three steps ahead, solving something that no one else has yet noticed is a problem. He won’t remember him, won’t remember them, not yet, but he will. He has done, a thousand times.

Dorian doesn’t change. He is who he is, even if everything about it is different. An ugly childhood that’s always just the exact same kind of ugly, no matter where it was. A good heart that’s always just a little broken, no matter when they are. A fierce determination, sparkling wit, and spectacular sense of style. He is always and will always be Dorian Pavus, Taren Lavellan’s soulmate. And Taren has always found him.

He has just never found him like this.

There are no problems. The world is not ending. Dorian Pavus’ parents smile out of a photograph on his fridge and no one has filled his heart with distrust. Dorian is fine. He is smart and witty and endlessly stylish. He laughs more openly, but that’s just a bit that usually goes hidden for a while, the soft side has always been there. He finds it when he falls in love.

Dorian Pavus is happy. Taren Lavellan doesn’t know why he is here.

goldensunset

the ‘kind character snapping’ trope has been co-opted by too many people who don’t understand it fundamentally. you can’t have your character actively think of themselves as that kind of person bc that makes it like bragging. ‘you wouldn’t like me when i’m angry 😡’ ’no more mister nice guy 😈’ ’demons run when a good man goes to war 👿’ ’honestly i scare myself sometimes 😰’ WROOOOOONG. those are all threats. first off a truly kind character should be humble and not even consider kindness a thing of theirs. and second off please. if they’re truly gentle they should be ashamed of the very thought of their own wrath and not like openly talk about it. yeah i bet they do scare themselves and others when they finally get pushed too far but like don’t have them say or consciously think that without shame… it should be like a tragic thing that happens to them against their will and not like an alter ego they’ve been gleefully looking for an excuse to slip into

#taren taren taren tarennnnn

I want to write again so I am going to post a few random things I've found in my drafts please tell me if you want me to keep writing them lol

#also might do some drunk writing prompts tomorrow #sorry for being inactive for a million years it's just that writing fic was how I dissociated from my life but my life is good now #still love it tho #and miss it