Just being a little guy and joining new servers.
And my newest one got me kicking my feet and giggling because i like the people the people are like me.
IM GONNA DETONATE SO HARD!! 😭
[if they find this hi guyss! Love you!]
Anyways take a doodle of uhm that one robot guy from that one book. [They def get the reference because i AM so good at this👍]
Solavellan play through is my own personal nightmare
Trapped in Fade ending where Solas teaches Rook how to turn into a wolf after Rook needles him incessantly. Cue tiny wolf with giant wolf shenanigans. Solas giving Rook a tongue bath in wolf form would be A++ hilarious.
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Oh Maker I am so darn late to this, but I am here. Thank you for the tag @notyourmamasdeerbat!!! Sharing a piece of my Dragon Age x Eurovision crackfic in the works for DreadRook Week, finally named from being called Thedasvision for weeks... Say hello to Deliriously Lustful
Rules: Use the challenge word to write a sentence or scene and then tag a few friends. Happy writing! This Week's Word is: Redolent
Definition:
Fragrant or aromatic, having a sweet scent
Having the smell of the article in question
Suggestive or reminiscent
The early morning bells of Chantry were tolling as Rook dragged their feet across cobblestone, their mouth parched, muscles aching. Doublet was still open, their undershirt glinting in the sun – some of that weird shimmer must have rubbed off Felassan’s lips onto their skin and ended up on the material. The fox mask was now tied to the belt loop of their pants, face exhausted, lips swollen and under eyes dark. Besides all that was new about their appearance, something was missing too. The lute. The fucking lute. Rook lost track of it after the first drink and now they hoped that some servant found it and would experience the joy of playing such a beloved instrument.
They did not dare to think of the redolent smell radiating off them. Combined with the fruitiness of the drinks, which Felassan’s lips trailed along their throat, was the smell of a barn, of all things. Getting out of Winter Palace and making it back to the city almost became an additional crime on Rook’s roster as they were minutes, or more like, mere seconds away from stealing a horse as a quippy barn hand stepped in, with his brow raised and said that he would be happy to take plenty of coin for a more comfortable solution to Rook’s problem. The carriage ride was smooth, Rook had to agree. And it was not their coin they were spending anyway. Inquisition was anything but broke. One of the appeals of working for such an organisation, even if it was now under Chantry’s watchful eye.
Rook passed the inn where they had spent the first night, for they switched their location every night. “Harder for them to track” Varric said as Rook complained of having to haul their things every morning to a new place.
Every step was torture as they forced their body to the second level, approaching the door to their rooms. A crimson letter lay on the ground beside it. Rook picked it up, turning it over in their hand. No address, no name. Red Jennies have visited.
The door opened before they could push on it. “Look who the cat dragged in.” Varric gave them that disapproving fatherly scowl Rook hated so much. His eyes examined Rook closely. He spoke half-jokingly. “When I told you to get close to Solas I did not mean to jump him. In bed of all places, too.”
“That’s not—“
“Right, right. Swollen lips, bruises shaped like somebody’s lips and a smog of perfume and horse shit? You got some action, all right. It would not be for me to judge,” Varric shrugged, grabbing a letter from Rook’s hand before throwing it on the desk nearby without bothering to open it.
“It was not Solas.” Rook huffed, pushing past the dwarf into the room, dropping onto already-made bed. “It was his friend. Someone he knows from before history was written by his own words.”
I just adore how Lavellan not only encourages Solas to share his wisdom but actually, vocally, gets pissy whenever she finds him trying to suppress it, like…
“Stop trying to be mysterious and just spit it out fool, we don’t have time for this.”
And he immediately straightens up😭😭
inspired by ralph fiennes quoting the entire very demure very mindful tiktok
nice fingies :3 looks yummy :3
😭
it's a very small detail, one that I didn't notice until I started playing around with the freecam during a brightly lit cutscene with him, but Solas seems to have a small scar on his upper lip
he also has a few nicks in his eyebrows, but they are a lot easier to see without getting super close to him. I love how much detail went into him in veilguard, from his design down to the animation.
GUYS!! GUYS!!:-)
the ORB
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