Hello! I absolutely adore your Endless abyss travel guide fic, it's got every single thing that scratches my brain just right ❤️
So I wanted to ask, have you ever drawn big boy SY? As in the big boy god that's trapped underneath (I think??) the endless abyss?
Hello!!! Thank you so much, this AU is só self-indulgent to tropes I like myself, so I’m always glad more people resonate with it <33
And yes! I don’t draw him that much since he’ll take a while to become more relevant, but it was my first little doodle of Titan SY that spiraled into this whole thing. In fact, because of this I felt inspired to draw more of him and used this as an excuse to do a little study/redraw of The Scene Ever
But just for the sake of not making anyone who’s interested to find the other doodles go searching through my disorganized tags, here are the other doodles that focus on him :)
The world is in great peril, and you are the unlucky protagonist who must save it! Spin this wheel three times and get your Dragon Age party that you're stuck trying to save it with.
Feel free to reroll repeats. Most are companions, but there are also a few companion-adjacent possibilities. You can assume that you as the protagonist have a basic level of combat competency even if you don't in real life, so don't worry about yourself
How does your party fare?
The world is in good hands
You'll do it, but you'll be arguing the whole time
The day is saved but at what cost?
Distracted from the main plot indefinitely
Tearing each other to pieces before the enemy gets a chance
Cut lines from Solas and Rook after Weisshaupt. None of these are voiced, so only text. Some are rewritten in the game.
Solas: You once told me that you would stop the gods without getting "thousands of innocent people killed."
Solas: You once told me that you would accept whatever consequences came from your battle.
Solas: You once told me that the consequences of your battle would be a problem for "Future Rook."
Rook: Yeah.
option: Don't mock me, okay?
Rook: Whatever your big trickster-god lesson is, could we just... not?
Solas: Why not? What makes this time different?
Rook: Weisshaupt?
Solas: You have seen death before.
option: I let the team down.
Rook: I went to Weisshaupt to stop the gods... with a team of people I'd recruited.
Rook: Davrin, Lucanis, all of them... I convinced them to join. I told them we could win.
Rook: And right now, it feels like I lied to them.
option: I was in command.
Rook: But I've never been in charge. And this time...
Rook: I punched the First Warden in the face and made everybody listen to me.
Rook: I got the First Warden to listen. I got him to believe in me.
Rook: And then I... I couldn't get it done. I failed. And Weisshaupt fell.
option: This time broke me.
Rook: This time, I feel... nothing.
Solas: And still you hide your feelings.
Rook: No, I mean... I try to think about what I'm feeling, and I just... there's nothing there.
Rook: If I think about what happened at Weisshaupt, I just... stop. Like I could go to sleep and never wake up.
Rook: And I can't afford to do that.
Solas: Why not?
Rook: Because I let everyone down once already. I can't do it again.
Solas: There it is. The grief of having not lived up to the trust that others placed in you.
Solas: It is a pain worse than any Elgar'nan or Ghilan'nain could inflict, and if you let it, it can help you.
Rook: How?
Solas: There are those who hold their emotions at a distance to avoid the sting of failure.
Solas: To defeat Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain, there can be no distance. You must be committed.
Rook: What, you think we failed because I didn't want it enough?
Solas: I cannot say. But you chose this battle, and in so doing, you chose these consequences.
Solas: Regret is the price we pay for acting when no one else will.
Solas: Without regret, we would not be driven to correct our mistakes, to improve. To get it right.
option: I'll get it right.
Rook: Next time, we won't miss.
Solas: I believe you.
Solas: And I believe that if you listen to me, then Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain will fall.
option: I don't want to feel this.
Rook: It still hurts.
Solas: I have lived thousands of years and made countless mistakes. It always hurts.
Solas: If you listen to that feeling, perhaps you may never need to feel it again so keenly.
option: I'm not here for this shit.
Rook: I didn't come here for your philosophical bullshit. I came for help!
Solas: What did you think my help would look like?
Solas: I cannot promise that our talks will be easy. All I can promise is that if you listen to me, Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain will fall.
option: I need some support.
Rook: Could you be hopeful Solas instead of smug Solas right now.
Rook: I don't need you to convince me how bad things are, okay? I get it. I really, really get it.
Solas: You have finally met the Evanuris in battle.
option: I have to act confident.
Rook: Yeah, we met the gods, and now I have to act like we're not completely screwed and this was a good step forward.
Solas: Why?
Rook: We lost a lot of Grey Wardens. We lost Weisshaupt. If we lost all of that, and I didn't accomplish anything?
Solas: Then what?
Rook: Then there's no way I can win. I should just start running now.
Rook: But I can't. I have to keep acting like there's some way to win. And that's... terrifying.
Solas: Good. There it is. The fear.
Solas: You finally see the consequences. You know the stakes. That fear, the terror of what you face now, can help you, if you let it.
Rook: How does admitting I'm terrified help?
option: And I'm in charge.
Rook: And somehow, I'm supposed to go up against them again, and everyone is looking to me for a plan.
Solas: The plan will come. Once you have marshaled your forces...
Rook: I had a legendary assassin, a dragon hunter, and an army of Grey Wardens, and we still failed! I still failed.
Rook: People keep asking me what we do now, and I have no idea. And that is... terrifying.
option: They're too powerfull.
Rook: Yeah, and it turns out that when you're fighting a god, terror is a perfectly rational feeling!
Rook: And don't give me that "Evanuris" crap. You can turn people to stone with your eyes!
Solas: Yes, and yet I wield far less power than Ghilan'nain or Elgar'nan.
Rook: The world is going to end up a blighted wasteland unless I stop them, and... I don't think I can.
option: This is your fault!
Rook: No. You don't get to come in here all superior. A whole lot of people just died, and that's on you!
Solas: I have made many mistakes, but I did not free Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain.
Rook: Fine. Whatever.
Solas: No. This is important, Rook.
Solas: Your fury is real, but you can only defeat it if you identify its source. Who are you truly angry at?
option: Everyone!
Rook: I'm trying to save the world, and everybody's kicking me in the shins while I'm doing it!
Rook: Tevinter and the Antaam would rather fight each other!
Rook: The Grey Wardens wouldn't listen until I punched their leader in the face and took over!
Rook: The First Warden wouldn't listen until the enemy was stomping all over his courtyard!
Rook: I can't do this alone! I need people to shut up and do what I tell them for once, or I'm going to fail again!
option: Ugh. Myself!
Rook: I know who I'm angry at. It doesn't matter.
Solas: Of course it matters. You must learn who you are.
Rook: The whole world is gonna know who I am! They're gonna make statues of me!
Rook: "In honor of Rook: He/She/They almost saved Weisshaupt!"
option: Bad luck?
Rook: I don't know! Fate, luck, something! This whole mission has been one disaster after another.
Solas: And how would luck help you? What is it that you need?
Rook: I need a break! I need one damn thing to go right for once!
Solas: Because you deserve it?
Rook: Because I can't do this!
Rook: But if I don't, nobody will. So I've gotta keep banging my head against this wall like an idiot hoping for a miracle!
Solas: There it is. The anger. The frustration at having failed.
Solas: Properly channeled, that rage can flare hot enough to burn away any impurities.
Rook: Fine! I'm angry! How does that help?
option: We made progress.
Rook: I'd hoped we'd take down Ghilan'nain, but we did kill her Archdemon. That's a good start.
Solas: "A good start." I wonder if your fellow Wardens would agree.
Solas: "A good start." I wonder if the Grey Wardens would agree.
Solas: Does this truly feel like even a partial victory, or does something uncomfortable lurk behind that easy smile?
option: No. But being sad won't help.
Rook: No, of course it doesn't feel like victory. But that's what leadership is.
Rook: It's putting your own feelings aside so the team doesn't collapse.
Solas: And what is so dangerous that the mere sight of it would destroy your team?
Rook: That I was wrong.
option: I'm tryung to believe.
Rook: It has to feel like a partial victory. If it doesn't...
option: I need to seem confident.
Rook: How do you think I feel? But the team needs me to look like I know what I'm doing.
Solas: And what do you need?
option: Thanks, Past Rook.
Rook: Sounds like something Past Rook would say. He's/She's/They're kind of an asshole.
Solas: (Chuckles)
Solas: You use humor a great deal.
Solas: "The elven god of sarcasm."
Solas: "This is the reason nobody likes you."
Solas: "Killing an Archdemon is the easy part."
Solas: Is all of this really so amusing, or is that wit the blade with which you keep less comfortable feelings at bay?
option: It's that or cry.
Rook: I'm doing the best I can to hold it together. Sometimes that means stupid jokes.
Solas: And when those fail?
Rook: Then I probably start ugly-sobbing. Snotty nose, blotchy face, the whole deal.
Solas: Why? You are no stranger to death. You have seen warriors fall in battle before.
option: It's that or panic.
Rook: Well, I don't think uncontrollable screaming is gonna help anything, and that's the only other option.
Solas: Uncontrollable screaming at what?
option: It's that or rage.
Rook: Yeah, there's a pretty good chance the jokes are how I cope.
Solas: And beneath those jokes?
Rook: Why does that matter? Would me yelling right now help anything?
Solas: It might help you know who you are.
option: It's a lot to accept.
Rook: I was thinking I'd be accepting hurt feelings, not a whole fortress falling to darkspawn.
Solas: Sometimes the hurt feelings are worse.
option: I guess?
Rook: Weisshaupt could've fallen without us killing Ghilan'nain's Archdemon. That would technically be worse.
Solas: Technically.
option: That's still true.
Rook: And I stand by that.
Solas: Truly? You watched a fortress fall and Wardens die, and it touches nothing within you?
Solas: I expect that you call it professionalism.
Solas: No hesitation. "We stopped you. We'll stop them."
Solas: No concern. Just targets. "Any other surprises we should know about?"
Solas: What are you so desperate to avoid feeling?
option: Numb.
Rook: Nothing.
Solas: So no fear, no anger, lurks beneath the surface?
option: Terror.
Rook: Ghilan'nain was so much worse than anything I expected. She's a god.
option: Fucking furious.
Rook: I am so fucking tired of being the one who has to do this while the rest of the world ignores the problem!
Solas: And while your grief is valid, the situation is not as dire as it seems.
Solas: And while your fear is valid, the situation is not as dire as it seems.
Solas: And while your frustration is valid, the situation is not as dire as it seems.
Solas: You have slain an Archdemon, a feat only a few have accomplished over the centuries.
Solas: Ghilan'nain is now mortal. If you can find her and catch her unprepared, you can kill her.
Rook: So how do I find her?
Solas: Your team has ties to organizations with connections you lack. The Shadow Dragons in Minrathous, the Veil Jumpers in Arlathan, and so on.
Solas: Strengthening your team will strengthen those groups. Prove your value as an ally, and they will give you the openings you seek.
Rook: Okay, I'll see what I can do.
Solas: Good. And Rook... I am sorry for the necessity of this lesson.
option: No, I appreciate it.
Rook: You don't have to apologize. I know you're trying to help, so... thanks.
Solas: Don't. Don't thank me.
Solas: Our talk today will lead to Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain falling, but it is not a kindness.
Solas: Good luck.
option: It's not wholly unexpected.
Rook: You talk with the Dread Wolf, you gotta be prepared to bleed a little.
Solas: A painful assessment, but more than fair, especially today.
Solas: If I knew some other way to prepare you for what lies ahead, I would do so.
option: Whatever. Goodbye.
Rook: We're done here. I'll talk to you when I know something.
Solas: Of course. Then I will simply wish you good luck.
“This is your final warning!” says the Viper. The horses hitched to the first wagon dance in place, their eyes rimmed with white, as the fire grows in the Viper’s hand.
- The Templar, the Viper, and Other Masks by teddywesworl
