FOR THE PEOPLE.

[wolfwalkings-archive]

this blog is now an archive.

you can rp / chat with me on skype at soliowind or on telegram at fivethousandsolas. you can email me at [email protected]. you’ll find me around the rp community, probably in the star wars community soon.

i’ve had a lot of fun here but i have to move on. thank you, everyone! 

love,

dominic.

[wolfwalkings-archive]

this blog is now an archive.

you can rp / chat with me on skype at soliowind or on telegram at fivethousandsolas. you can email me at [email protected]. you’ll find me around the rp community, probably in the star wars community soon.

i’ve had a lot of fun here but i have to move on. thank you, everyone! 

love,

dominic.

[wolfwalkings-archive]

this blog is now an archive.

you can rp / chat with me on skype at soliowind or on telegram at fivethousandsolas. you can email me at [email protected]. you’ll find me around the rp community, probably in the star wars community soon.

i’ve had a lot of fun here but i have to move on. thank you, everyone! 

love,

dominic.

[wolfwalkings-archive]

( OUT. hey guys. i know i just got back. however, i’m just a tiny mentally ill trans and i am having some struggles. it would be best for me to not stress about replies or plotting or anything. i’m sorry to say, but i will be taking another hiatus. [the sheer amount of followers on this blog is also Freaking me Out a little bit, as well, so that’s definitely not helping.]

i’m fine, honestly. it’s just basic drdp/unreality and stuff, so i just need to take some time for myself.

if i’m online, i will probably be replying to ryan, fel, or ivan. you can chat with me on skype since i will definitely be more active there. my username is soliowind. my telegram username is fivethousandsolas. i will casually rp on both!

you will also find me on my personal, transmanfenris.

thank you.

– dominic. )

[wolfwalkings-archive]

( OUT. update!

i really want to rp, but like i said previously, i’m going through some mental health stuff. it’s nothing major, so you don’t need to stress. if anyone would like to throw our characters at each other ( i do roleplay more than just solas, but i would love to talk solas with anyone ) please ?? hit me up?? 

i can’t really do long threads with any regularity ( bless ryan, ori, fel, ivan... everyone... for putting up with me lmao ) but i’ll talk meta i’ll do anything please. please. 

i’m finally going on winter break, so i’ll have some time to relax and get a firmer grip on reality.

i’ll hopefully be back soon!

-- dominic. )

[wolfwalkings-archive]

( OUT. hey guys. i know i just got back. however, i’m just a tiny mentally ill trans and i am having some struggles. it would be best for me to not stress about replies or plotting or anything. i’m sorry to say, but i will be taking another hiatus. [the sheer amount of followers on this blog is also Freaking me Out a little bit, as well, so that’s definitely not helping.]

i’m fine, honestly. it’s just basic drdp/unreality and stuff, so i just need to take some time for myself.

if i’m online, i will probably be replying to ryan, fel, or ivan. you can chat with me on skype since i will definitely be more active there. my username is soliowind. my telegram username is fivethousandsolas. i will casually rp on both!

you will also find me on my personal, transmanfenris.

thank you.

– dominic. )

[wolfwalkings-archive]

( OUT. hey guys. i know i just got back. however, i’m just a tiny mentally ill trans and i am having some struggles. it would be best for me to not stress about replies or plotting or anything. i’m sorry to say, but i will be taking another hiatus. [the sheer amount of followers on this blog is also Freaking me Out a little bit, as well, so that’s definitely not helping.]

i’m fine, honestly. it’s just basic drdp/unreality and stuff, so i just need to take some time for myself.

if i’m online, i will probably be replying to ryan, fel, or ivan. you can chat with me on skype since i will definitely be more active there. my username is soliowind. my telegram username is fivethousandsolas. i will casually rp on both!

you will also find me on my personal, transmanfenris.

thank you.

– dominic. )

[wolfwalkings-archive]

( OUT. hey guys. i know i just got back. however, i’m just a tiny mentally ill trans and i am having some struggles. it would be best for me to not stress about replies or plotting or anything. i’m sorry to say, but i will be taking another hiatus. [the sheer amount of followers on this blog is also Freaking me Out a little bit, as well, so that’s definitely not helping.]

i’m fine, honestly. it’s just basic drdp/unreality and stuff, so i just need to take some time for myself.

if i’m online, i will probably be replying to ryan, fel, or ivan. you can chat with me on skype since i will definitely be more active there. my username is soliowind. my telegram username is fivethousandsolas. i will casually rp on both!

you will also find me on my personal, transmanfenris.

thank you.

-- dominic. )

[daelgar-deactivated20250708]

                                                  fucking hell.

[dalishfreckles-deactivated20190]

                                “Birds sing after a storm.                               Why shouldn’t people feel                             as free to delight in whatever                                 sunlight remains to them?”

[wolfwalkings-archive]

( OUT. i won’t be online until much, much later. sorry guys!! )

[true-love-is-everything]

The first time I kissed you. One kiss, I was totally hooked. Addicted to you. I could never love anyone the way I love you. I’d follow you across the universe.

(via true-love-is-everything)

[rederiswrites]

Dragon Age Writing References

Been meaning to pull this together for a while.  If you know anything good that I’ve missed, stick ‘em on the end!  I’ll reblog in a while with additions.

Dragon Age Wiki–first-stop resource for basic character and plot information, class and area info, and a lot of codices from all three games.

An Illustrated Timeline of Thedosian History–What it says on the tin, put together by @penbrydd.

Travel Times:

Ferelden travel: distances and times–DA: O specific areas, also includes interesting discussion of forced-march speeds

More travel time ideas including Inquisition areas

Thedosian Titles–Ranks and titles in Thedas, as taken from the tabletop rpg guides.

Thedosian slurs–a compilation of derogatory terms used by various Thedosian peoples.

Thedosian calendar–Thedosian dates and holidays with a speculative matchup of the Gregorian equivalents.

Human names–information on naming in Thedosian human cultures.

Qunari, dwarven, and elven names–some information and examples for each group.

How old everyone is in Inquisition–answers or best estimates using in-game or WoT information.

War Table spreadsheet–all the War Table missions, options, and outcomes.

Dragon Age Meta Nexus–a collection of meta posts drawn from Tumblr with standardized tags to facilitate search.  Fairly new.

[anchcred-blog1]

( @wolfwalkings. )

These hands have never held a dagger.

    What need had a servant for a knife, unless they worked in the kitchen? What need had a slave for combat training? It was his place to live, and in turn, die for his masters. Nothing more. Nothing less. But here he stands, knife laid flat in his open palms; he stares at it in a somewhat helpless fashion. He is no fool – though naive, he knows the purpose of such items. It is obviously not to be grabbed by the blade, but by the simple, carved handle.  The elf that had handed it to him had levelled a hard gaze at him when placing it in his hands, and Maha had felt bewildered. What was he to do with this? He was a messenger, he was a runner. He was not a fighter, and these hands were never meant to hold a dagger.

    It does not stop him from trying.

    Long, pale digits curl around the wooden handle, uncertainly testing the weight of it in his hand. It feels wrong; too heavy, too slow, too clumsy in his untrained fingers. Against the guards, he would stand no chance. Cut down in a second, if he ever made it even far enough for such to happen.

    Why is he here? Why risk everything to come to these people? This desperate lot, these haggard, worn people, with their distrustful, searching eyes, with their piercing looks and quick, sharp words? He does not belong here. He is…pampered, in so far as many of them might know. Though his job is not without its challenges, there are far worse positions to be in. 

    He should not be here. 

    He clutches the dagger to his chest, palms cold and damp with nervous sweat, his breath too fast. He should not be here. What if his master finds out? What if he already knows? What if he has discovered his absence, and even now is giving instructions as per what is to be done with the miscreant messenger, should he dare to show his face again? Will they notice the dirt on his bare feet? Will they sense it is not from where they sent him? Will they know he has strayed off the path he should have taken?

    This place is not for him. Never mind the soft grass, soothing against tired feet, the cool breeze on his face, the exhilarating knowledge that in this one moment, his master does not know where he is, has no way of knowing, that he is free –

    But no; no, he is not. He is not free. He is tasting but a semblance of it, just an illusion of it. He is still shackled, he still wears the chains of his position. These people can see them, though they come not in the form of physical links, but the red brand upon his face. They know, and so does he.

    I should not be here.

    Maha turns to leave. 

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     Maha is ready to leave. He can see it in the tenseness of his shoulders, the hesitancy in which he handles the dagger, the quick flicking of his eyes from one elf to the next. The elf who had handed Maha the dagger so quickly had vanished.

     Solas ducks around a passing group of freed elves to appear at Maha's back.

     “Mahanon,” Solas says. His voice is sharp, but it is not unkind. “You are one of us.”

     The elf, small and red-haired, full of a passion he is too afraid to express, is an important one. He is not merely a messenger: the role of messenger is full of danger, full of risk, full of potential death. Every time Maha leaves Elgar'nan's property, Maha is risking detection. He knows too much to be lost to more than Elgar'nan's troops. What would happen if Maha were to fall to his inner demons? The fear that lurks just beneath his eyes, hidden in the shadows? What would happen if Maha were to tell Elgar'nan all he knew? All of their plans, all of his fellow messengers, the location of his stronghold...

     It is enough to make Solas shiver, and not from the chilling bite in the air.

     “Every one of us must be able to defend themself.” He nods towards the dagger, his grey eyes softening. He – and the other elves in the courtyard, rushing from one place to another, lingering in front of a mural, chatting freely, smiles and pinched faces aplenty – all know what it means to live in fear.

     There is not an elf who does not know the conflict Maha faces inside. There are few who still bear their blood writing, who walk the fine line between slavery and freedom without truly belonging to either.

     Solas feels no small amount of guilt for drawing a gentle being like Maha into the war that is rapidly degenerating into a bloody battle. He is perfect for the role, Solas will tell himself. His feet are light, his hands nimble, his ears keen, his mind sharp. There are few others as suited to run messages from one end of the war to the other. There are few others as capable. Maha was not built for battle, but it is for this reason that Solas gifts him the blade.

     Both the blade and his reasons are simple.

     The blade is plain, its handle wooden, and sturdy. It hasn't been used before. It is one of many Solas had quietly stolen, dagger by dagger, from June's workshop. There is nothing overtly special about it, truly. It is an easy blade for one who has never wielded one before; Maha's hands are calloused from a treasured servant's work, not from the blunt force of violence. He holds the blade clumsily, as if it is a foreign and alien thing.

     It is, to him.

     Solas wants Maha to be able to protect himself. Against well-trained guards, against anyone, Maha is essentially helpless. He has a pair of fast legs to his name. Is that enough? Solas is hesitant to believe as much.

     “Your fight is a secret one,” behind locked doors and in darkened hallways, “and if something should happen – not that it will,” let's hope for an easy life in the middle of a rebellion, hm? “I would like you to be prepared for the worst.”

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INQUISITOR KALI LAVELLAN.

   when she first entered the ruins there was nothing to greet her but echoes of memories long forgotten. ever intuitive, she could feel spirits lingering here, pressing against the veil, calling to her. kali longed to call back, to greet them but she knew that was a dangerous endeavour and thus, sadly, she let them be. though it was dark it did not bother her, veil fire proving sufficient enough to light the walls allowing her to stare with wonder at the carvings. hands would reach out to run along the intricate designs wishing she were able to decipher their meanings. perhaps she would come back tomorrow when it was light and draw them to study back at skyhold.

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     they waited, anxiously, waiting for the tell tale screech of discovery. it didn't come, and solas exhales lightly as kali moves closer to him. as she spoke, he anxiously eyed her for wounds – she wasn't favouring a foot, nor was she cradling an arm. she was healthy, she was safe, she was fine. at the moment, that was all he could hope for.

     “i'm fine, herald,” solas said, rolling a shoulder as if to make sure. “merely spirits angered at our intrusion. did you... find what you were looking for?” he raised an eyebrow.

     that is to say, solas had no idea why kali decided to delve deep into an ancient elvhen ruin, where memories of a life lived long ago would surely awaken spirits of old with her steps. he understood curiosity, but he could never quite match her ability to lose herself in her surroundings. the ruins themselves were once beautiful, solas could see that in the carvings, in the sloping archways. they crumbled, now. there was so much lost history here. solas didn't believe he had ever walked these halls when the wall sconces were lit, when the floors were swept clean. he almost wished he had.

      now – would he live see them restored to their former glory? would he be able to bring the elves back to what they once were? would the lands of the elves of old be reclaimed from those that had slaughtered them? the future was as uncertain as it was when he fell into uthenera a millenia ago.

     the scratchy breathing of a despair demon echoed off of the walls, low and pained, and solas lurched to extinguish kali's veilfire flame. he dare not cast a barrier of concealing or protection, for the magic would alert it to their presence as surely as a flare. solas shot kali a wry smile, more a twist of his mouth. despair demons were hellish to fight even if they had two blades to back them up – distantly, he wished blackwall and cole were there, or cassandra and varric. anyone.

     but they weren't. it was only kali and himself, deep within the earth.

     “we must close the rift,” solas exhaled, leaning in to whisper in kali's ear. “it is not safe to leave while it gapes open.”

[slorsionnach-blog]

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[wolfwalkings-archive]

( OUT. i’m so happy to be back, y’all have no idea.

i’m gonna be going to my math tutor, then i have to stop by the post office, and then i’ll be back, but i got some last minute reviewing to do for tomorrow. i’ll be on skype at soliowind, or on telegram at fivethousandsolas when i return!

while i’m gone, feel free to send in hamilton memes !!!!! because i’m hamilton garbage and i love it. )

[lottewrites]

HAMILTON : AN AMERICAN MUSICAL  → STARTERS

❛ he was longing for something to be a part of. ❜

❛ and the world is gonna know your name. ❜

❛ there’s a million things i haven’t done, but just you wait. ❜

❛ you never learned to take your time. ❜

❛ talk less…smile more. ❜

❛ who’s the best? c’est moi! ❜

❛ the plan is to fan this spark into a flame. ❜

❛ i’m not throwing away my shot. ❜

❛ i may not live to see our glory, but i will gladly join the fight !  ❜

❛ they’ll tell the story of tonight. ❜

❛ tomorrow there’ll be more of us. ❜

❛ i’m looking for a mind at work. ❜

❛ look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now. ❜

❛ oh my god. tear this dude apart. ❜

❛ i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love… ❜

❛ dying is easy, young man… living is harder. ❜

❛ then you walked in and my heart went ‘boom’! ❜

❛ you look at me and suddenly i’m helpless. ❜

❛ i am so into you. ❜

❛ i’m just saying if you really loved me, you would share him. ❜

❛ love doesn’t discriminate from the sinners and the saints. ❜

❛ i’m willing to wait for it. ❜

❛ i am the one thing in life i can control. ❜

❛ call me son one more time —…. ❜

❛ i don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing. ❜

❛ that would be enough. ❜

❛ and we could be enough. ❜

❛ let me a part of the narrative in the story they will write one day. ❜

❛ you have no control : who lives, who dies, who tells your story. ❜

❛ history has its eyes on you. ❜

❛ awesome. wow. ❜

❛ i’ll make the world safe and sound for you. ❜

❛ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ❜

❛ what’d i miss? ❜

❛ run away with us for the summer. ❜

❛ take a break. ❜

❛ well, hate the sin, love the sinner. ❜

❛ no one else was in the room where it happened. ❜

❛ and then we’ll teach them how to say goodbye. ❜

❛ we both know what we know. ❜

❛ i will choose her happiness over mine every time. ❜

❛ god, i hope you’re satisfied. ❜

❛ i saved every letter you wrote me. ❜

❛ you built me palaces out of paragraphs. ❜

❛ be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive. ❜

❛ when you were mine, the world seemed to burn. ❜

❛ the world has no right to my heart. ❜

❛ i hope that you burn. ❜

❛ everything is legal in new jersey… ❜

❛ i’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me. ❜

❛ it’s quiet uptown. ❜

❛ they are trying to do the unimaginable. ❜

❛ there are moments that the words don’t reach. ❜

❛ forgiveness. can you imagine? ❜

❛ i had only one thought before the slaughter. ❜

❛ i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. ❜

❛ what is a legacy? it’s planting seeds in a garden you will never see. ❜

❛ death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints. ❜

❛ i survived, but i paid for it. ❜

❛ have i done enough? will they tell my story? ❜