Back From The Dead Just To Say Solas Is Definitely A “my Wife” Guy. He Will Not Shut Up About Lavellan.

thinking about how mythal is visualized with and connected to the moon, but elgar’nan describes himself as the lord of day and night and can literally control the sun and moon to cause an eclipse. her role in the evanuris as a peacekeeper, immortalizing her as mother and wife forever. how flemeth described herself as nothing “but a shadow, lingering in the sun.” how when the mythal fragment trapped in the fade describes solas’s regrets, it’s recollections “cultivated like a tree twisting to catch the sun.” elgar’nan being the main person described whenever talking about mythal’s first death. how she reveals herself primarily to women who are hurt and abused by men over and over throughout history, reliving betrayal after betrayal for centuries…

it's been a decade and i still can't believe that charmingly-spoken unassuming recluse i took a shine to turned out to be..... (gestures)

more undertale doodles cuz why not

[COMMS OPEN if interested]

Oh Hancock you would've loved the hit song National Anthem by LDR

Sharing a neat Shadamy animation I did for a commission

lovely character. i want to watch him drown in his shame

twisting the knife a little

Maria lifted one arm, trembling, weak, as if the very air weighed her down. Her skin looked like it would bruise at a glance, like if he touched her, he might hurt her without meaning to. Her hand reached toward him, fingers outstretched. Something twisted inside Shadow. Not quite pain. Not quite rage. Resentment of knowing her sickness was why he existed. That he was crafted to save her.

And until now, no one had ever looked at him like he was anything more than that. No one had offered him warmth.

His voice, when it came, was hoarse. Unused.

“I was made… for you.”

i love lavellan

the inquisiton can call her crazy, thedas can call her crazy (and in the same breath Praise Andraste), but Fuck em! what can you possibly do when you fall in love with a god and they love you back. a being with a simple purpose who used to embody pure thought, someone who came from a time where memories could be felt, taught you that imagination can define reality, and if an idea or emotion is strong enough, it can manifest spirits.

no one else understands what it’s like to be given a holy mantle that strips you of individuality and personhood to the point where at times your own friends find it difficult to see you as a person and that pedestal the world placed you on against your will can crumble at any moment (even if you had good intentions).