effelants

Here there be Dragon Age, but also Baldur's Gate, TES, Mass Effect, The Witcher... and a lot of other things. Multifandom personal blog of a gamer, film fanatic, and fic writer who spends a lot of time crying over fictional people. I tag everything and get overly excited about stuff on a regular basis. In-dash header image by the amazing @vjatoch.

[effelants]

Super Secret Fic Project is super secret no longer. Its name is, and always has been, Sanguine.

It's a loosely canonical chronicle of the events of Dragon Age: Origins featuring a canonically impossible Warden and a F!Amell/Alistair pairing, which results in some familiar situations resolved in unfamiliar ways.

It is fully pre-written (by myself, over the course of the past seven years) and illustrated (by the exceptional @vjatoch), and is being published in a serial format with weekly updates beginning... right now. Literally, right now.

Read chapter 1 of Sanguine here on AO3!

[citronellals]

our friend justice

[airagitt]

My humble take on Neve Gallus tarot.

It's been awhile since I posted DA fanarts, but I'm getting out of slumber. Hopefully I'll make a series, we'll see how it goes 😉.

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by Tove Jansson

[nohardheroes]

LUNE

Clair Obscur: Expedition 33

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[rakshadow]

Lessons in Longing: Lesson 4 to Love is to Lose

Updated Chapter for @fenhawke-week Day 2: Reading Lessons | Grief

Excerpt: It is the first time he has visited her bedroom since the night he came to her all aflame and left her alone and cold. Her ember eyes sad beneath her ever-present smile as he slunk away in cowardice.  Fenris creeps up the stairs like an intruder. He is uninvited this time after all. He intrudes regardless. His pulse quick, a sharp pain in his chest. No less than he deserves.  The door is ajar and Dragon lays across the entrance, guarding what he loves. His ears twitch and his eyes roll in Fenris’ direction. His stumpy tail begins a sad thump-thump against the floor.   “Good boy,” Fenris tells him and the Mabari’s tail thumps louder.   Her bedroom is so quiet. It is strange being here without the warm peal of her laughter. The way she lights up every room until all anyone can see, think, feel is Hawke.  There’s the dull echo of people shouting and birds singing their warning calls coming from the Hightown courtyard below. The stench of sewers, and baked goods from the market streaming through the open window. Outside, Kirkwall is as mad and bustling and craven as ever, but inside these walls everything is muffled beneath the veil of Hawke’s grief.  He scans the room for her, expecting to find Hawke nestled in her bed like a creature hibernating for winter. The bed is messy and unmade, but there’s no sign of Hawke.   “Hello? Hawke...” He coughs to clear his throat, suddenly wishing his hands were not empty, and he had at least thought to bring some nice pastries, flowers, a book, a blade, something that might offer her comfort.  

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[aeneia-art]

"Just stick with me, Trouble." Neve Gallus, 10ish hours, Clip Studio Paint

[thekarynn]

anyone else go kinda feral when thinking about her?

[theluckywizard]

In my feels about these two as usual. Rose Trevelyan x Garrett Hawke! Paint of an old line art for my fic In the Shattering of Things

[kallielef]

…where one door closes……

[rogerdeakinsdp]

Academy Award Winners for Best Cinematography: 2002 — Andrew Lesnie, ACS, ASC The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001) Directed by Peter Jackson Aspect Ratio: 2.39 : 1

Andrew Lesnie immersed himself in the project by rereading the books and going through hundreds of sketches and paintings created by Tolkien artists Ted Nasmith, Alan Lee and John Howe. “The art department was a constant source of inspiration for me,” Lesnie recalls. “In the main hallway was a huge mural that was a condensed visual interpretation of the narrative for the trilogy. It consisted of conceptual drawings, set designs, costume designs, location photos and so forth. It was a matter of throwing everything into one great big pot and letting it simmer.” A big pot it certainly was, for the three films entailed 274 days of principal photography encompassing 600 scenes, 350 sets and more than 4 million feet of exposed negative. “The Lord of the Rings trilogy deals with such a staggering number of issues and takes so many directions that it’s better to let the process operate subliminally. That way, your work starts springing out of a different place than you might normally anticipate.” While Lesnie and Jackson viewed other films for elements such as staging or stylistic treatment, both knew that the books were the obvious source of inspiration. As Lesnie declares, “Tolkien’s writing is exceptionally eloquent in its depiction of feeling and mood.” — American Cinematographer, December 2001

[antivancorvo]

the crows send their regards

[elfyroot]

A WITNESS TO MY CRIMES Nothing they learned from Tek-Knight - fuck, or even before that - sat right. Not for Ben anyway. The feeling crawled into his chest and settled there like a goddamn poison. All because she never actually escaped them like she had thought. At best? Tek-Knight spent his evenings tugging his hog while watching camera footage from the strip club. All while watching Ry trying to exist in a world without Ben. At worst? Vought knew where she was the whole damn time. Letting her think that she had some sort of freedom from their reach, letting her live for almost twenty years, hiding in some shitty town in Long Island believing that even if life was hard, at least she was free. And then have it all be a lie. She was taking it much better than she should have, he thought. Logically he knew that he wasn't nearby at the time. Stuck in his own version of hell that looked like a sterile lab in Russia. But that part of him knew that Ry had been his? That he was supposed to be the one standing next to her? Well, there was a bit of something he refused to call guilt, and guilt was one of those things he had no interest in dwelling on.

Rating: Explicit Chapter Word Count: 3,758 Total Word Count: 27,988 Setting: Canon Divergent Pairing: Soldier Boy x Original Female Superhero Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Humor, Established Relationship, Jealousy, Drug Use, Drinking, Strippers & Strip Clubs, Revenge, They Make Each Other So Much Worse, Toxic Relationships, Bruises Are My Foreplay, Unreliable Narrator, Bonding Over Trauma, Propaganda, Vought International, Blood and Gore, One Is Bad Both Are Worse, PTSD, No Beta We Die Like Timothy, Human Experimentation, Child Death, Psychological Trauma, Identity Crisis, Implied Sexual Slavery, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Chapter 01: Freedom’s Fire Chapter 02: Payback’s a Bitch Chapter 03: The Black Site Chapter 04: Cascade Resonance Chapter 05: Violation of Protocol Chapter 06: Off Script Chapter 07: Section 8

[flowersforthemachines]

had to pop into Veilguard for an hour today in order to prep some facts and caught sight of #myher 💜

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[hekaerges]

What Remains Except: Ch. 2 (Platonic Rook & Fenris & Hawke, Fenris/Male Hawke)

Fic summary: In the relative respite of the Emprise Du Lion, Sylvia Mercar learns what it means to have survived. Fenris and Hawke show the way, as best they can- but the path she takes is hers. That does not mean they allow her to walk it alone.

COME GET YOUR SECOND CHAPTER, MY COMRADES (Like last week: While it's not necessary, I recommend reading Quantum Satis (As Much as Needed) beforehand, as much of this fic is about the aftermath of that fic) Preview below the cut!

The silence stretches between them. With his part said, Hawke’s hands trace beside the markings of Fenris’s body, brows twitching. He scratches idly at his beard with a spare hand. Fenris allows himself to be touched as he thinks of a suitable response. It is difficult to find. Difficult to explain why he did not seek out Sylvia. She needs her rest, but that was not what kept him from her door. It is the memory of seared flesh and death. He realizes, then, that some part of him is afraid still. Not for her life, but that Sylvia is lost. Unrecognizable.

But then, Fenris was not recognizable after he had emerged from Nenealeus’ estate. Not even his mind retained traces of the boy he had been before. A clean slate.

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[viiriidiian]

like dogs, shianni

my warden’s no good very bad awful horrible day and dancing with the ghost of her wedding day