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me staring at the 27 new notifs and at least 20 of them are bots: haha what if i just remade
18. i just reported and blocked eighteen bots. i am so tired.
the way i struggle every day with aesthetics on this blog like i have a carrd that is fully fleshed out and has his history and stats and here i am, toying w the idea that i want to stick it all under a readmore on my pinned bc i am a Terror.
thinking about solas having a fucked up left shoulder, so he favors his right. thinking about how sometimes he forgets and goes to do magic with it and it’s just shooting pain. thinking about cole being the only one who knows why, thinking about how a few companions probably catch on, like thom, viv, and cassandra maybe.
i do my reply to darian and i am gone with the wind again
* 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒎 , 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒆; nor should she wish to. it is often she finds him deep in thought, reflecting on past dreams and vast knowledge at his fingertips. but this was different. dare she'd surmise it was a ghost of a smile that threatened to curl up against his mouth, ever knowing and devilish all the same. perhaps even a wink as solas's voice then comes to reach her ears, ' 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 ' he says , and she's now walking up snowy stone stairs, making her way toward haven's chantry as it looms over the rest of the encampment. it is as if she'd never left, the grounds pristine as they were before. and the elf does not even think to question why. it is a wholehearted acceptance that is not given a second's thought. she was home.
❛ ... but why here ? ❜ she asks plainly, walking alongside solas through the empty grounds; the familiar, bitter cold stinging her cheeks and wind howling in her ears. the she-elf extends a hand to grip the cloth of his sleeve, as if to halt him in his step. the breach a thundering, swirling hole in the sky up above that she simply couldn't ignore. but wait ... didn't we ❛ solas. ❜ his name leaves her lips like a warning, a thought just at the tip of her tongue leaves her mind as quickly as it had entered. what was it she was going to say? it was as if she had a sudden realization; perhaps of their own surroundings, that she'd wish to bring to the apostate's attention. maybe it was nothing, then.
digits linger upon the cloth of his sleeve, puzzling to no avail with only the sounds of winter's wind to accompany them. it is the texture, the sensation of touch that distracts her from 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 here. and the inquisitor is painfully aware of how alone they are now as much different thoughts creep upon her, ❛ we're as alone as ever. ❜ for what amount of time, ashalle was unsure. factly, she'd not recalled just how they got here at all. it is an unknown the elf was willing to ignore in the pursuit of knowledge, however. and to spend more time with solas, as well, though she'd not admit that to herself presently, though it does not stop her from lifting her gaze to meet his own, ❛ i believe my indomitable focus will have no trouble exploring the fade, now. i wonder where all the soldiers went ... ❜
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhaven is much quieter here than he ever knew it, than its history had known in recent decades, but it is a reassurance that his magic still sits strongly in his core, the winter wind as bitter as before, bright snow gleaming across the fixtures. crafted from memory and magic, shaped by want and will, HAVEN HAS BECOME ITS NAMESAKE : a muted sanctum between them, empty of its previous inhabitants. " you said so yourself, haven is important to you. it breeds familiarity. what happened here, you will not let happen again. and i believe you. "
a hand upon his arm, fingers grip at his sleeve, she stops him. some part of the fade flickers out of reach, a memory of something yet, a similar grasp, a clutching of his heart, the wolf whispers in his head to remember this moment. solas looks back at ashalle, her quizzical gaze as she says his name, and then no more, as if something forgotten. he remembers the look on his own face, unsure of where he was, his mother's hand in his as she guided him over threshold. is this how it is always done ? is this how dreamers always look ; lost and yet found, too ? tilt of his lips, just at the corners, she is past recollection now, the way all dreams work, BUT HER HAND STILL SITS PERCHED ON HIS SLEEVE, and he restrains himself from doing more than a slight chuckle, his own hand rising to meet hers, a gentle hold of her as they lock eyes once more.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthe very picture of unearthly, something so ethereal against the white backdrop of their minds, and still so grounded, LIKE ROOTS THAT GROW DEEP BELOW THE DIRT. ashalle is both the bright light of the day and the soft dark that overtakes at night. dangerous thoughts, all the more prevalent here, freely taken from his mind, an artistry to the weave of the world. " you still have work to do, erelan, before you are a master. ghi'la ma ar'am shathe. " his hand still holds her, skin against skin ; eyes drift to it now, the anchor that should have torn the veil entirely instead sewed into the elven girl, one he could not separate in his mind from the one he served before, as if some cruel trick of the evanuris for all his misdeeds against them. SHE IS TO MYTHAL AS SHE IS TO THE ANCHOR, unbroken bond and stitched together. " i watched you, sat beside you while you lie unconscious, studying the anchor. you were a mystery. i ran through every test i could think of, and yielded no results, nothing from the fade. cassandra threatened to execute me if i didn't produce results, another apostate gone in the tragic loss. i do not doubt she would have had she reason to believe was i doing them a disservice. "
the way i am BOMBARDED with bots on this blog i’m about to lose it
WHERE DOES YOUR POWER LIE ? . . . THE GUTS.
you just know, don't you ? you feel everything so deeply. YOUR POWER IS INSTINCTUAL, PRIMAL. your power is only ever obvious when you need it to be, but it's never failed you. you always know when something has turned sour, you can always feel the shift in the atmosphere. you just do.
i will never be okay when it comes to elvhenan.
the inquisition dad wars *wwe music starts to play*
god i love when people deep dive into his tarot cards
GOOD GOD SEF DISAPPEARED WHEN I WASN'T LOOKING. a blog roll in no particular order. as of january 2023.
@solehr : princess rapunzel der sonne von crona, disney's tangled.
@fenhara : solas, bioware's dragon age.
@dalaesh : la'harya surana, bioware's dragon age.
@somehr : princess anna arensen of arendelle, disney's frozen.
me gripping a ‘solas assimilates into the dalish’ au between my fingers like a firefly and occasionally opening them to peek
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me gripping a ‘solas assimilates into the dalish’ au between my fingers like a firefly and occasionally opening them to peek
i wish i knew what the carrot was supposed to mean