Dulce Sarcasmo @dulce-sarcasmo - Tumblr Blog

pov: you're anders, wandering around miserably and aimlessly after kicking off a mage rebellion that is not going so well. and all your friends disowned and hate you now. and in the midst of your regular nightmares about kirkwall burning, this random elf(?) spirit(?) pops up to give you a curt yet comprehensive 4 hour lecture on insurgency tactics. and then tells you to get to work and stop whining if you think your cause is worth it. which is, somehow, the nicest thing anyone has said to you in years.

pov: you're solas, wandering around miserably after killing your last living friend on earth, and then getting shot at by the last descendants of your people. and you run into this guilt-ridden nightmare in the fade, that reminds you of how you're feeling currently. despite being from this half-sentient human. and so you give yourself (and the human, since he's there too) a pep talk to keep going. it's not like you need friends or happiness, if your cause is necessary to save your people, right.

and then anders becomes the herald of andraste while trying to kill the divine. and then they kiss. do you see my vision?

anyway please vote for solanders while the poll is going 🥚❤️💥

thediaryofclio

Me logging into HBO tonight

ouevreofmaite

Crimson Peak’s Edith illustrated by me ❦

Dedicating one of my favourite gothic romance films to the month of valentines—because nothing bad ever happens in that movie ever!

This is also be breaking the hiatus curse cause I have not been posting art for about a month (my bad).

winterswake

I don't care to die today. It may be that I've killed you with my lie. And if so, I'm sorry. I'm doomed to some kind of hell, I know. Likely one without wine.

HENRY ASHTON as prince Daeron The Drunken A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS 1x04 Seven

gameofthronesdaily

#roasted

incorrect-gotverse

get you a man who can do both

targaryensource

We were the masters of dragons once, we Targaryens. Now they are all gone, but we remain. I don’t care to die today. The gods alone know why, but I don’t. So do me a kindness if you would, and make certain it is my brother Aerion you slay. “I don’t care to die either,” said Dunk. Well, I shan't kill you, ser. I'll withdraw my accusation as well, but it won't serve unless Aerion withdraws his. He sighed. It may be that I've killed you with my lie. If so, I am sorry. I'm doomed to some hell, I know. Likely one without wine. He shuddered, and on that they parted, there in the cool soft rain.