A Tiny Existence.

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[gideonisms]

The thing about a really good ship is I need it to be equal parts sweet and fucked up. It's like a lemonade. you want it half sour and half sweet because the two flavors are complementary. The love needs to be there so it can wreck their lives or they need to be wrecks so they can fall in love

[dragonageannual]

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[vhen-harel]

Something something both spirits of Wisdom giving a soft smile when seen as they are - loved.

[pooyaaaaan]

2026/7/18 Today's drawing.

Some hand practice using this template!

[pooyaaaaan]

I’ve always wanted to try an ask game, but I’d be far too sad if no one asked me anything 😂 So I’ve decided to answer every question myself 🤣

I’m using the questions from this post.

Everything below is just a very long, completely unverified headcanon ramble. 😌

2.who flirts more?

Solas flirts more. Uisce is simply more obviously in love.

He is the one who makes suggestive remarks and lets the silence linger, leans in close to speak near her ear, or takes her hand when there is no real need to. If she blushes, he will smile to himself and add one more comment just to make it worse. Uisce could never do any of that on purpose without becoming far too embarrassed.

Instead, she ambushes him with affection—suddenly hugging him tightly and telling him she loves him, which is usually far more effective than anything Solas had planned.

4.how did they start living together? do they move? how do they choose the place?

They never really chose a place. In the prison of regret, Solas unconsciously recreated the little cottage in Haven where Uisce first awoke after the Breach. It was only meant to be a temporary shelter, but it slowly became their home. He could have changed anything in an instant—including the narrow single bed—but for an absurdly long time by human standards, he simply didn’t. Uisce lifted the blanket, told him to come lie beside her, and somehow that cramped little bed became part of what made the place feel like home.

5.do they have roommates?

No human roommates, but spirits and wisps come and go freely, and a few practically live with them. The wisps were even allowed to drift around the cottage at night, until they began growing curious about Uisce and Solas’s more private moments. Solas never scolded them; he would simply usher them outside and tell them, very gently, “Not tonight. We would like to spend this evening alone.”

6.do they get married (or equivalent)?

By any formal human or elven standard, Solas and Uisce are not married.

Marriage was never something Uisce thought about very much while she was growing up. Her older brother married while she was still living with the clan, and his wife wore ceremonial clothes that had been passed through the family for generations.

After the wedding, her mother and sister-in-law showed them to her again.

“You’ll wear these next,” they told her, teasing.

Uisce laughed. At the time, it seemed so far away that it hardly felt real. Perhaps she would meet someone eventually. Perhaps she would wear the clothes one day. She was not waiting impatiently for either of those things.

The memory stayed with her because it belonged to a happy day with her family.

Then she met Solas.

She did not immediately think, I want to marry him. What came first was a picture in her mind: herself wearing those clothes, with Solas standing beside her.

Her family would be there. The clan would be watching. Solas would probably look faintly uncomfortable under so much attention, but when he turned toward her, his expression would soften.

She could introduce him to her brother. Later, she might pull her sister-in-law aside and whisper that perhaps she really would wear the clothes after all.

That was how the thought of marriage first became real to her. Solas had simply found his way into a future she had once assumed would happen someday, to someone she had not yet met.

During their time with the Inquisition, she rarely spoke of it. Solas avoided talking about the future, and Uisce had begun to notice that even speaking plainly about what they were to each other made him hesitate.

So the wedding clothes remained a private thought.

As time passed, the future she had imagined became harder to believe in. She knew she could no longer return to her clan once the Inquisition’s work was done. And with Solas’s complicated feelings toward the Dalish, she could no longer picture bringing him home with her.

Little by little, Uisce made the hope smaller.

It did not have to happen with her clan.

She did not have to wear her sister-in-law’s wedding clothes.

No one had to celebrate them.

She only wanted Solas to remain beside her.

Then Solas left, and even that last, smallest version of the future disappeared.

He never knew she had imagined any of it.

With everything that followed, Uisce was hardly going to mourn aloud over the wedding she never had. There was too much at stake, and the grief felt too small and too personal beside it. Still, the thought never vanished completely. Somewhere in her remained the woman who had once wanted to stand beside him in her family’s wedding clothes.

Years later, she follows him into the prison of regret.

There is no law there to name them husband and wife, and no one to record what they have chosen. Her family is not present. Neither is her clan.

Even so, I think that is where their marriage truly begins.

Uisce enters the prison knowing what Solas has done and what he intends to spend the rest of his existence trying to mend. Of her own will, she chooses to carry part of that weight with him: his past, his sins, his atonement, and the long stretch of time that still lies ahead.

He does not ask her to follow.

She chooses to.

Much later, I imagine she finally tells him about her brother’s wedding.

She tells him about the clothes, and how her mother and sister-in-law once promised that she would be the next to wear them.

Then, a little embarrassed, she says,

“After I met you, that was the first time I truly wanted to wear them.”

“Sometimes I imagined myself standing beside you in them.”

Solas says nothing for a while.

Uisce fills the silence by telling him more.

The clothing had changed over generations. Every married couple added a small design of their own to the embroidery. Her brother and his wife had chosen a star and an arrow.

“The more people who wear it,” she tells him, “the more the pattern grows. I always thought that was beautiful.”

After that conversation, they begin trying to recreate it.

Uisce remembers some parts clearly and others only in fragments. The fabric had been heavier than it looked. One border was covered in tiny repeating shapes. A section near the shoulder matched part of her brother’s ceremonial clothing.

Solas listens while she talks and reshapes it as she remembers.

“No, that part was narrower.”

“The stitching went the other way there.”

“I think the green was lighter. More like new leaves.”

Sometimes she changes her mind halfway through. Sometimes two memories contradict each other.

Solas never points this out.

He simply reshapes the cloth again.

What they make cannot be the same garment her family kept. Too much of its history exists only in Uisce’s memory now. Yet by the time they finish, it feels less like a copy than something newly inherited.

There is room in the embroidery for one more symbol.

The ceremony itself is small.

The spirits and wisps who wander freely through their cottage gather around them. Whether they understand the occasion in quite the same way Uisce does is impossible to say, but their gentle lights drift between the trees and across the walls of the little house.

Solas stands beside her in the form she remembers from Skyhold.

Simply Solas.

They prepare no formal vows beforehand. The words come only once they are standing together.

Solas promises to remain beside Uisce for as long as she wants him there.

Uisce promises that if he ever loses himself again, she will find him.

It is enough.

Later, if someone were to ask Solas what Uisce is to him, I do not think he would hesitate.

“She is my wife.”

Uisce might smile and wonder whether what they shared could really be called a wedding.

Solas would never wonder.

Uisce never wore the clothes her mother and sister-in-law had once hoped to pass on to her. Her family never saw her wearing them, and the ceremony took place somewhere her younger self could never have imagined.

But she stood beside Solas.

And together, they chose the symbol that would become their own.

7.do they have kids?

Yes—eventually. The prison of regret is hardly the ideal place to start a family, so it might take a very long time. Perhaps it would never happen at all. But if the Fade allows it, then I think their little cottage filling up with children is only a matter of time. They are very, very much in love—in every sense of the phrase.

8.do they have pets?

Uisce would not really keep animals as pets. Even so, whenever she spots a birdlike creature or something resembling a small animal in the Fade, she cannot help becoming curious. She watches from a little distance, quietly hoping it might take an interest in her.

She never chases or tries to catch them. If one approaches her on its own, she simply holds out her hand and waits very still.

Eventually, a few begin returning to the cottage again and again. Before long, seeing them at the window or in the garden becomes part of her daily life. She does not own them, but they become something like small neighbors who are always free to visit.

9.do they act different in public and at home?

They are affectionate in public, but much less restrained in private. Uisce has a habit of resting her head on Solas’s shoulder whenever she lets her guard down, and Solas will often slip an arm around her waist or kiss her temple without even seeming to realize he is doing it. At home, they are rarely more than an arm’s length apart.

10.big spoon/little spoon?

Solas is usually the big spoon, but Uisce loves holding his head against her chest whenever she gets the chance. She so rarely gets to look down at him that seeing him tucked against her makes her feel absurdly pleased with herself.

This somehow got much longer than I expected, so I’ll continue another time 😂

[yuko27]

Fenris and Hawke sketch from my current commission for xmalikethx ✨

This is my first time drawing Fenris from the Blue Wraith era!

[mint-kaktuss]

love playing dress up with my girl

[nateeseart]

My Tumblr account has been restored. Thanks to everyone who supported me! hooray!!

It was stressful. And I got blocked right after posting this art, which is why I’m re-uploading it.

[galacticsparkles]

OC Template - (Elore Edition)

The lovely @emmyandthetieflings tagged me in this a little while ago, thank you so much! 🥰 I loved learning more about your three wonderful siblings, they are a wholesome bunch for sure. 💜

Also saw some open tags from @the-kindness-girls and @eliwyntorleth, so I'm taking the liberty to gently pat you on the cyber shoulder to show you the one I made for Elore! 😁

I'm not quite sure who has done this one already, so I'm tagging whoever sees this and wants to try making one for their OC (then please @ me so I can see!) 😊🧡

But more specifically, I don't think I've seen one for Nienna yet? @unovafarm you've probably been tagged already, but don't forget to @ me if you make one, because I love her very much 🥰

[Template can be found here]

[starsandsupernovae]

"there's no platonic explanation for this" some of y'all need better friends

[starsandsupernovae]

"there's no platonic explanation for this" some of y'all need to be better friends

[ndnbutch]

I get in theory why people complain about het ships or whatever, I get wanting to watch queer media I really do, but I guess where y’all lose me is like. I saw some asshole on a post about Sinners complaining it was “hetslop”—this person was specifically doing so while also claiming Remmick was a queer character and thus they were justified in caring more about him than the Black protagonists. which is a whole other disgusting can of worms that has been well addressed by others at this point. but even in the absence of that part of the argument, like, no, i actually don’t think that a hunger for queer stories is an especially good excuse to deride and dismiss a piece of landmark Black filmmaking, especially as a non-Black person. I have a post that’s been going around encouraging folks to engage with more Native stories and characters, and I had someone come onto that post saying in the tags that they’d need these stories to be queer in order to care. and I just think that, you know, sucks! like obviously as I queer Native also want to see more of those stories too. but idk how else to put it other than to say that Black people and people of color shouldn’t have to be like you in order for you to care about our narratives and experiences. and I think some of y’all are using this disdain for heterosexuality as a cover for your unexamined racial biases. it’s not okay to be racist to people just because those people happen to be straight, and you continue to be white before you are queer.

[freenarnian]

You've heard of the man, the myth, the legend. Now get ready for the woman, the omen, the portent.

[velnna]

and remember

[haezelnut]

WIP Whenever

I don't know what day it is, or how time works, I'm never gonna finish this, so have at it

[missinyouiskillingme]

No amount of time with you was ever enough.

[lizcliffgate]

"You might only find a pile of ash, but I'll be there all the same."

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just my experiments with learning Blender animation...

to Karlach, who forever deserves all the best love. 💗

I think the video quality got compressed a bit, but I'm not sure how to solve it...

[pooyaaaaan]

2926/7/16 Today's drawing.

The scary wolf and the lovesick man — she loves them both. 💕

I used this pose as a reference.