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Discoholic 🪩
wallacepolsom
if i look back, i am lost
Show & Tell
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d e v o n
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DEAR READER
Stranger Things
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
we're not kids anymore.
#extradirty
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@danikaivashkoff
Amazing art work by @mescalitoart who was an absolute dream to work with for my first ever art commission. So excited to work with them again! Check out their amazing art work in their tumblr. Honestly, beautiful work!
Trying to attached it now to the fic but this is the first time Helene and Solas channel in chapter 11 of The Last Guardian.
WIP whenever whatever
Thanks for the tag @fenrelmercar and for your amazing fic!
Chapter 52 of The Mirror Worlds: Book One The Last Guardian is written but in desperate need of some proof reading- anyhooo- here’s a sneak peak!
Passing the prompt onto @rowenawarden @auroarie
Chapter 52- When in Ventus.
Dark eyes rising, Neve felt the breath leave her lungs, for facing her was an elven woman, pale-skinned, with long, impossibly elegant pointed ears. Her eyes, large and the colour of lavender blue, framed with thick pale lashes, burned with fierce protectiveness. Her hair, a waterfall of white-gold, was streaked with the very dyes of her trade – faint whispers of pinks, blues, and purples woven through the pale strands that were held back from her angular face with a fastened head scarf of dark purple. She was stunning, breathtakingly beautiful, and she held a long, wickedly sharp dyeing knife glinting in the filtered light directly at Neve’s bronze throat.
Blinking, Neve swallowed thickly as she beheld Ellana Lavellan, a single dark brow raising as she purposely flicked her gaze to the blade in the elf’s hand. “Do you know how to use that?”
Pick Your Tropes
The lovely @dahliaingellvar tagged me 🖤
coffee shop or flower girl | au or fix-it | enemies to lovers or childhood friends | angst or fluff | love at first sight or pining | modern au or historical au | break up & make up or proposal & wedding | get together or established relationship | soulmates or unrequited | fake dating or secret dating | obvious pining or domestic fluff | hurt/comfort or crack | meet the parents or meet cute
Tagging @fenrelmercarr @rowenawarden @auroarieif y'all wanna do it 🖤
Get to know your mutuals
Rule: answer and tag some people you want to know better.
Thank you for the tag @dahliaingellvar these are so much fun🖤
1. Favorite color: bounces between cream and sage green.
2. Last song played: Iniko-Jericho Shiloh cinematic version
3. Currently reading: boringly study materials but my last book many months ago CC3.
4. Currently watching: Line of Duty, obsessed. "jesus, Mary and Joseph and the wee donkey!" has me in a vice hold.
5. Currently craving: enchiladas and proper mint chocolate ice cream. Literally been years since I had both.
6. Coffee or tea: neither, I hate hot drinks, they upset my tummy
I'd love to tag (no pressure to do it) @shaun-faun, @rowenawarden& @fenrelmercar anyone else who wants to do it 🖤
This absolutely amazing artwork by @mescalitoart is the cover art for my dreadrook series The Mirror Worlds. Book one: The Last Guardian just had chapter 51 released!
I could cry Helene looks so beautiful!
Cut dialogue from Elgar'nan and Solas's verbal fight during Blood of Arlathan
Note: these lines are marked as unimplemented in the game files, and I've confirmed with a few friends that they didn't hear this dialogue in the game, just like I didn't, so I'm considering this cut content.
Solas: Our ancient army used to gleam like a field of diamonds in the sun. Solas: But as for your forces now… petty cultists and grunting darkspawn? Solas: Little wonder you prefer the shadows.
Solas: You know what surprises me most, though? I never thought to see you so eager to serve. Elgar'nan: I do not serve. I have never served. Solas: Do you not see how the blight has leashed you? You think its thoughts. You curry its favor. Solas: You wear its very corruption upon your face like vallaslin.
My DAVG Extracted Audio Masterlist
'being obsessed with your ocs is so embarrassing' no it isn't. we're returning to our noble roots of playing dolls. stop self depricating and tell me about your guy.
His feet never have to touch the ground
I kinda like whatever the hell Morrigan and Alistair have going on. They should fuck once and then be really weird about it for the rest of their lives
Good news! They are in fact capable of fucking once, depending on your story choices, and they are going to be so weird about it it's going to affect the political landscape of Thedas for years to come.
Solas giving up being a spirit for Mythal will never not hurt my feelings
Seven Sentence Someday
Hiii @fenrelmercar, thank you for the tag and sorry for the delay, work owns me! A little sneak peak of chapter 50 coming later in the week, heavily unedited and still needing lots of tweaks.
“It's bread and cheese, though if you are hungry we can get something more filling.” Helene nodded encouragingly at the plate before Alexius as she took the seat Solas provided her, though the Magister didn't acknowledge the food or their presence.
Sighing deeply as Solas too took his seat, Helene tried once again to begin communications. “My name is Helene and this is Solas-”
“I wondered if you would come.” Alexius spoke slowly, his voice gravelled from lack of use as his eyes turned to Helene lifeless, however this did not deter the elf-blooded woman for she had already succeeded. Alexius had spoken.
“What made you wonder?” Helene asked softly, so as not to spook the man though perhaps it was the wrong thing to ask as Alexius’s eyes darkened as he leaned forward to stare at her.
“My future self made you Tranquil in the place I sent Dorian and the Inquisitor.” Alexius stated, his dark eyes watching Helene for what should surely be the inevitable outburst, and better yet, she had brought her lover with her. Perhaps they would put him out of his misery.
Passing the tag to @dahliaingellvar @auroarie @rowenawarden
you are the hero of ferelden. no matter your origin you watch those you love most be ripped from you. death becomes an endless cycle which seems to follow you wherever you go. the fate of the world rests on your shoulders as you know you can never return home. home is gone now. home is buried with your family, jailed with your closest ally, cradled by the ancestors, forgotten like your beloved, lost to time in the murky glass of the eluvian- dead in your arms, killed at your hand. you are the hero of ferelden and it is your destiny to die. when next the world falls apart, you do not come. this world does not deserve your pity.
you are the champion of kirkwall. you are a refugee, cold and hungry and sold into labour. your mother hates you, though she will never say it. it's your fault the ogre killed your sibling, your fault the taint took the other. but you are happy. you have everything, friends and family and status and riches. you defeat the people plaguing your glorious city, you are the people's hero. you will always know even as she came back, isabela left you to die. you are happy but you are alone. you have everything and then you are rocking back and forth begging please please please do not take my mother as well. you have nothing, but you for a single second, you had everything. you are the champion of kirkwall, and your ally has blown up the chantry. where is your home now that everything is your fault?
you are the herald of andraste. and you are so, so scared. these people do not trust you, do not like you, would feed you to the fade if they could. they do not care if you follow another religion, you are their herald. you can never return home because heroes do not have homes. they say home is the people you choose, but you didn't choose these people, did you? every step you take aches. thousands reach out to touch you, for safety. for comfort. you are a black hole close to destruction, and you cannot do this. you are the herald of andraste and you have not been yourself for so long now.
gotta add this from the comments
he’s so sad, someone buy him a teddy bear pronto
His love could burn against me like a bonfire
How it all started//Where it led them.
Back when I played DAV I took this shot of 🐺 Solas getting bit in the ass and carried off by the dragon. 😆 But I kept thinking, you know how he still has his wounds as an elf later on? 😅
solas.....
Actually no wait .... I peaked here
