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[scifi-fantasy-horror]

Solas by EshiraArt

For Georgia.

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The Last Unicorn Sentence Starters

No, no, listen. Don’t listen to me, listen.

It’s a rare man who is taken for what he truly is

There is much misjudgment in the world

We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.

Where have you been?

And what good is that to me that you’re here now?

I like being brave, but I will be a lazy coward again if you think that would be better.

If I do not return, think of me. Farewell.

How can I be cruel? That is for mortals.

Can you really rhyme ‘bloomed’ and ‘ruined’?

I did not know that I was so empty, to be so full.

There are no happy endings because nothing ends.

Why won’t you help me? Why must you always speak in riddles?

Well, men don’t always know when they’re happy.

Everything dies! I want to die when you die.

I can feel this body dying all around me

You are losing my interest, and that is very dangerous.

But I’m always dreaming, even when I’m awake; it is never finished.

My secrets guard themselves. Will yours do the same?

Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. 

I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.

Shut up, you pretentious kneecap!

Love is slowing you down, I will catch you at last, if you love much more.

I’m a little afraid to go home.

I am sorry. I have done you evil and I cannot undo it. 

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7!

Favorite DA:O backstory

The Mage Origin - probably most of all, because I always choose it. But on the other hand, I have developed a lot of headcanons related to it. To rattle off my personal favorite - 

Avile Surana helps Jowan escape the Tower because when she hears the rumors about a blood mage in the Circle she immediately thinks its about her. Jowan never tells her the real reason why he wants to leave and she is RELIEVED when he reveals himself. She gets to play the innocent, wide-eyed victim in front of Gregoir and Irving, all the while still leaving the Tower forever. Even if in the hands of the Grey Wardens, its better than being confined forever in a prison in the middle of a lake (that probably smells weird, like a swamp). 

I love the City Elf origin as well, because it has such a natural progression as a story into joining the Wardens. Plus, getting to tell King Calian that you killed an arl is pretty damn satisfying. 

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Woooo okay, a lot of answers -

10. Favorite OC from DA:O

Dear DARP, please meet Avile Surana and Caria Aeducan. Caria belongs to oltheth and Avile is my personal Warden. She drew this thing too, which is my favorite bit and explains Caria & Avile’s working relationship perfectly. 

11. Best Hawke Quote

"Wounded Coast... I wonder if that's near the Injured Cliffs... or the Limping Hills... the Massive Head-Trauma Bay. ... No one? .... Just me? ... Forget I said anything."

12. Do you prefer DA:O, DA2 or DA:I 

I prefer Origins to the other two games, however, I enjoyed them all quite thoroughly. Each has strengths and weaknesses, but Origins is like coming home for me. Out of all three I feel the strongest connection to my Warden over my Hawke or Inquisitor. 

13. Favorite mission from DA:O

Without question - the Grand Oak in the Brecilian forest and/or the mad hermit who doesn’t like it when Zevran puts his hand in the stump. I am picturing it right now and laughing and I bet you are too.

14. Favorite DA:O party combo

Zevran, Morrigan and Sten - Team I Don’t Give a Fuck

15. Favorite DA:O companion overall

Z E V R A N. Accept no substitutes.

16. DA:O Did your Warden survive?

Yes. Morrigan offered my filthy little blood mage a deal and she took it. I tend to have a hard time letting my Warden die, where as with other games and protagonists I am like, “Sure, sacrifice your life no problem at all”, Avile Surana is played as a woman with an amazing capacity for survival and will do anything, say anything to keep on living.

17. What did you name your Mabari?

Barkspawn 50% of the time, Anders 50% of the time (especially after I went back after playing DA2. GUESS WHY)

18. Who did you choose to rule Ferelden?

Anora rules alone. Two reasons: Alistair left the party after I conscripted Loghain and Anora actually understands politics. Even during those rare playthroughs where I did not conscript Loghain, I never allow Alistair to rule Ferelden. He wants to be a Warden and so shall it be. 

19. Favorite mission from DA2

Recruiting Isabela. That lady really knows how to throw a knife. Any mission related to Isabela is my favorite, honestly. Kind of a cheap answer and I really thought about this one way too hard. DA2 is a solid game but when thinking about the different missions I really couldn’t decide. So I defaulted to the Queen of the Eastern Seas.

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101 Dragon Age Questions

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madmagemaidmarian:

My 101 Mass Effect Questions was fairly popular, so I thought I should re-make it for Dragon Age. Have fun!

How did you get into Dragon Age?

Have you finished all three games?

How long did it take you to finish the series?

What was your first Warden (gender/class/race/personality)?

What was your first Hawke like (gender/class/temperament)?

First Inquisitor (gender/class/race/personality)?

Favorite DA:O backstory?

Preferred class overall?

Do you tend to play male or female characters most?

Share a pic of your favorite OC from any DA game.

Best Hawke quote?

Do you prefer DA:O, DA2, or DA:I most?

Favorite mission from DA:O?

Favorite DA:O party combo?

Favorite DA:O companion overall?

DA:O: Did your Warden survive?

What did you name your Mabari?

Who did you choose to rule Fereldan?

Favorite mission from DA2?

Was everyone loyal at the end?

Did Hawke side with the Mages or Templars?

Favorite DA2 party combo?

Did you give Fenris back to Danarius?

Favorite main-story quest from DA:I?

Favorite DA:I place?

Did your Inquisitor choose the Mages or the Templars?

Which did you leave behind (Abyss)?

Inquisitor’s feelings on being the Herald of Andraste?

What are your feelings on the Chantry?

What are your feelings on the Circle?

DLC for the first 2 games: All of it, some of it, or none of it?

Favorite DLC mission overall?

Favorite DA character overall?

Least favorite character?

Who do you want to see return in the next game?

What kind of DLC do you hope for for DA:I?

Bloodmagic: yes or no?

Funniest moment in the games?

Creepiest moment in the games?

A moment/action you regret in-game?

Who did you romance in your first playthrough for each game?

Who do you wish you could romance that you can’t?

Favorite romance overall so far?

One romance you just can’t stand/doesn’t make sense/etc?

Which 3 DA characters would you want as your best friends?

A character you’d love to drop in a volcano and forget about?

Best antagonist in the series?

Worst antagonist in the series?

Something you do in EVERY DA playthrough, no matter what?

Describe your perfect playthrough for any DA game.

Favorite Warden/Hawke/Inquisitor headcanons (any or all)?

Favorite non-Player Character headcanons?

That One Headcanon that hurts to think about?

Fluffiest headcanon ever?

Your non-Player Character OTPs?

Your absolutely NOTP?

Who would you date if you could (as you, not your OC)?

Who has the best character arc overall?

Who was written really poorly?

Who do you wish had been given more story?

Favorite NPC?

A character you think deserves more fan love?

Best story moment?

Favorite achievement?

Any epic game play moments in any DA game?

Something you hate about any/all of the games?

Best non-OC quote?

Have you cosplayed any DA characters?

Who would you cosplay if you could (no holds barred)?

Did you read the comics?

Did you read the novels?

Did you see Dawn of the Seeker?

Favorite OST song(s)?

Do you take screenshots in any DA games?

Do you edit images/gifs or make videos about DA?

Have you ever made a DA Let’s Play?

What moment/memory still gives you chills/feels?

What are you hoping for from DA4?

What are you worried about for DA4?

Favorite fanmix?

Favorite fanfic?

Favorite fanart/fanartist?

Favorite fan musician/music?

Favorite cosplay(er)?

Favorite Let’s Play?

Favorite DA-themed blog?

Do you create anything in the fandom (write, draw, craft, gif, etc)?

Do you participate in or run a DA RP?

Are you on any DA forums, chats, reddit subs, etc?

Do you run an DA-themed blog/page/website?

Do you have any friends who love DA too?

Did you get someone into DA?

Do you own any DA merchandise?

Have you ever made any DA-themed crafts (clothes, toys, etc)?

Which actors would you cast for a movie of your fav DA game?

Do you use game mods?

What’s your favorite DA mod?

If you could be any non-Human DA species, which and why?

Where would you live (Fereldan, Orlais, Free Marches etc?)

Circle, Templar, Chantry, Guard, Seeker, Inquisition, or none?

If you could meet your Warden/Hawke/Inquisitor, what would you say?

((p.s. please feel free to ask me any of these!))

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You mean the Arlathan you destroyed when it would not bend the knee to your "divine" will?

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lethanaviir

 setheneran (II)

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setheneran (II)

Gold ran red, only shadows of madness remained in his memory. Fell songs rang over hillock and mountain, carrion birds heralded the Lady’s passing and all magic fled anon. Curses, madness – the winds ceased, darkness held for nigh centuries before the Weave itself turned dark and silent.

The pale queen is troubled he but cannot say why. The Void-cloaked daughter hates the pale Mother. And she, the first born, gives the Shadow a name and commands her siblings to do the same. The assassin steals upon the pale queen. The formless blade screams. The pale queen falls. Her city falls. Stones fall in the cavern to crush the soothsayer. The tree burns and thrashes in agony. Branches break, twist and grow together …

The memory is a cruel one, strong and violent in the depths of his mind. He stood waiting, wondering with rough and aged hands, ancient tired eyes stared far ahead out and over the boundless Void. He heard their whispers still, hateful and maddening – Fen'Harel has done this, he has bound us, we who were gods once and are eternal.

To dust now, again such vain pride, thankless, silent mistress bade him to wait, to remain hopeful, yet vigilant. She could change Him, just as she had done before. Thrice he followed her, thrice he had watched her burn. First by the fires of the Sun. Second by the vengeful fires of Her love. Third by Men, wrought by ignorance wildly spread.

“Ar'din nuvenin na'din.“ The wolf is tired, so ready to pass nigh unto sleep.

The deep, blackened pit raged as an angry sea. Starlight was devoured in it and so too were his kin. But he was not wrong to keep them here, in the prison of their own design. For once the bones walked in this place, strong mighty things of stone and earth, thrumming the life blood of the world itself. And so did they eat them whole, destroying creation in the process. Blasphemers they all were – even the wolf, though he would lack a natural pride in admitting it – murderers too.

Solas, a name he had reclaimed, reached a hand over the pit. It sputtered magic light that disappeared into the torrential waves. Silence then returned, the sea quieted and questioning whispers filled the space. “Come now, show yourself and perhaps be free – halam sahlin.” He remained still, silent and waiting. There was no road to return, no choice laid bare but one – “Ma garas mir renan – ara ma'athlan vhenas.”

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Would the earth have given way, she would have entombed herself beneath the sand. The seeping slip into her lungs, trapping airways, and snuffing out the benediction that offered nothing holy – a grave for a corpse woman and she would have gladly wiggled her toes in the sarcophagus provided. It is upon pale moonlight that she finds the most apt approach to think, to wonder, and to explore. When the skies open the most and allow the thin whisper of magic to break though ; a literal witching hour to behold and she better than no other to witness it. Moon full and irises encompassing, she stares, upward and onward into the abyss – were it be sky or stone to engulf her treachery, she would not fight in the end.

His approach is a quiet one, a festering boon upon the plagued wretch. It is easy to startle these days, but he handles it in such a way that not even a shiver breaks across pale pallor. Little phrases, lost in the universe, had skirted across her tongue – foreign vein and harder vocabulary, a song if she dare be so bold to sing aloud. Her look casts back and for the faintest moment, she wonders –

                                would he teach me?

But it disappears, buried beneath hubris unchallenged and a proud chin tilts upward. Fingers aim to grab at loose strands of star-blessed hair, dragging over lithe shoulder and combing through. The skin of her nose crinkles as he takes invitation without answer, legs curling up to tuck to one side against thicker thighs.

          ❝ Clearly you are capable, ❞ she drones, far too enraptured in the feel of her hair between fingers blessed with few calluses. Her glance is spared to his profile, sturdy and just. Were he any different… Were she any different, perhaps another life would suit them fine. ❝ — I would have thought you still asleep with the others.  We have a long way to go tomorrow. ❞

“Sleep is not an easy thing in this place – surely you have noticed?” He withheld the urge to call her da'len, lest out of respect but of his truest nature. Sand slips between rough fingers and the tips ache for what once was. “Reverie here is much too quiet.” He shakes his head in idle fashion, sighing just so with the barest of pauses.

With that, faded blue light dripped from his hands and onto the dry land. The air hissed, shifted into subtle shapes reminiscent of a time now regrettably lost. Formless though it began, took shape before her – theatrics were old, unused, rusty though the incantations were a hum in the back of his throat. The sound was soft yet clear and possessing of many octaves that resonated thick in the air between them.

The light faded and with it, a wisp remained. It skittered leaving behind little tracks as it swarmed between their heads. It spoke, not aloud but in their minds unbidden –

'Set against the deep black backdrop of seemingly never ending night, the spires of light came into being. First one, a gargantuan pillar with a brightness to fill the night a great distance in all directions. Then more appeared, drawn to the first from the far reaches of the void. Soon there were dozens gathered around the first, still the largest by far. For millennia they simply existed like this, side by side.'

The wisp faded, its small song lingered. Solas raised a brow, “This is an old place, full to brim with whispers.” It is a prideful statement, testing to see if she can feel the old ways, see the old and crumbling paths that lie just underneath the sand. It is also a sad thought that plagues him, for he caused this fissure and it sustains even among the clinging lost masses left behind.

Her eyes were for the sun alone, but when he set she walked beside the wolf. They dared the shadows, made cloaks of their skin and basked gleefully in the silence that watched. He waited there for her, even after she had been shattered in the hollow name of vanity. But she had not come, not even a whisper crested his ears. Decisions were easier then, when he could see no end to his own suffering and grief.

Another sigh, another idle movement of his hands that made the knuckles creak and crackle. “Deserts were not always so, before an ocean lay here, and before that a deep jungle with many eyes betwixt the branches.” He twisted colors and changed the density of the air, without conscious thought. “To walk here in the ancient days … One can only wonder.” A half lie – such memories he does not return to often. Silence in parts met Eyual's glassy stare, rapt in attention.

“The others do not feel it, I should think. They are not attuned in their lumbering human fashion.” He dares not ask if she would follow him into the fade, not for pride, as often he felt, but for what bare truths might be revealed. Precarious was his place among the Inquisition's elite. Clever he was, however, but she tested him in ways he least expected.

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The moon stared sightless, mighty and full above their small camp. The wind was quiet over the dunes and in the desert no birds or snuffling animals made their presence known. They had made a place upon great heights, a decaying stone wall concealed them from three sides. The stone children were once in strength in this place, and as every where, Elvhenan touched here too.

It was called ‘Sunstop’ by the dwarves and the huge mountains made move to the will of the ancient people of the stone. Solas half remembered this place too, when the names were different. The tomb of Paragon Fairel was built – like most things in Thedas – upon the ruins of another. It was revered, hallowed; the name, like the memory, is blurred to his curious eye. It was the first place of uthenera and deep in the dried up jungles lay now only bleached white dust to mark where opulent stone & crystalline tombs once stood

So much was taken when the Veil was sundered. From the masses, from him – no great power is without greater still sacrifice. The deepest of sleeps eluded him in these present times, though he found its loss not as keen as it had once been. It was her influence, Eyual, the Inquisitor who had slowly begun to change his priorities. Perhaps it was a feeling he should abhor or lament, but he did not.

She was alone, a stark pallor cast deep shadows on a weary lined face. A reddish hue crested along her bony fingers as she worked clay into idle shapes. Were it another time, it would speak in tiny whispers, telling of the feet that once passed by without paying tribute or notice. Stone and dirt were true gossips, the smallest of kings and queens who knew the true nature of the earth itself. 

He approached cautious, as always, lest he be cast into stone as the aged statues that surrounded the small camp. Others milled around their tents, prepared for a – hopefully – restful and quiet sleep. He would find none, as he knew, for dreams do not dare tread where the spirits clamor for peace that shall not come.

She murmured, pressing lips tight and thin. Small words that the Dalish clung to, sentences and songs he knew in full. Should he tell her of them, he wondered? Would the heathen waif deign to care? Chances were slim but this night seemed an opportunity and the wolf within was daring more and more as days passed and the sky still bled.

“May I sit?” He does so without waiting for an answer, graceful and fluid he moved his own hands into the damp earth. 

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alright guys, i’m going to be working on a DARP masterlist. it will be sorted by game && characters. if you are a rper in the DARP fandom, please reblog this post so i can add you xx

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Drop one of these words in my inbox and I'll write a drabble centered around it's meaning.

Aloe: Bitterness

Anemone: Withered Hopes

Balsamine: Impatience

Begonia: Deformed

Belladonna: Silence

Briers: Envy

Camillia: Gratitude

Carnation: Refusal

Chrysanthemum: Slighted Love

Cypress: Despair, Mourning

Flos, Adonis: Painful Recollection

Quince: Temptation

Thistle: Retaliation

Tuberose: Dangerous Pleasure

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