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Redraw of an old comic to celebrate 3K followers on twitter!

Fade Conversations

Solrook ship as text posts 1/??

for Dreadrook Week 2025 @thelighthouse-server

I keep randomly remembering the way Solas says ‘Ar lath ma’—and thinking about what he must have felt in that moment just breaks me.

Is this a permanent condition now?

Yeah, the problem with the idea that the appeal of the Solas romance is that he's a god etc is that I romanced him on release of Inquisition before I knew anything about that. I romanced him because he talked to me about esoteric magic in a smooth Welsh accent and then decided to kiss my Lavellan like she was a feast and he was a starving man. Honestly the god stuff was fun, but it's not the thing I originally found appealing.

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DreadRook Week 2025

Day 1 - Fade Conversations

@thelighthouse-server

Well, what can I say? I love these lovelyfools, I'd like to hold them in my palms and nothing more Wonderful, gorgeous, beautiful, mind-blowing Vezhka (@kmchk) and her Allen Lavellan

if she’s your girl why is she drenched in my blood 

He gets it.

I've brainstormed a whole ass concept

Poseidon Fan Art

Finally finished my fan art of Poseidon ^^ Took a little longer than expected, but I'm so happy with how the details turned out. And I'm so glad so many people stopped by the stream(s) to watch the progress!!

Should I make prints of it?

For higher resolution images, WIPs, extra sketches, and more, please consider checking out my Patreon! ^^

some human AU bubbline

Sharp teeth Solas

Sarah (@/LadyCrazyDragon on TikTok) only went and Cameo’d Gareth David-Lloyd for a lot of the codexes (implied to be) by Solas’ hand!

Please go to her account to thank Sarah for her service bc she’s not on Tumblr but deserves to hear our thanks!

Sarah’s Linktree where you can find her on different platforms and even tip her via Kofi

Everyone’s either moving on from Veilguard or trying to purge it from their memory…meanwhile I’m still trapped in that damn music room.

There’s been a few hot takes on whether or not “Memories of a duet” was about Mythal and I genuinely believe it was as you can find its entry under her image in the veilguard’s codex, and what a precious memory it is…to feel wholly seen and to see in turn.

And yet…that is but one note at the piano. Everything else in this little hidden room of treasures is Inquisition memorabilia. You will find nothing else.

He repainted his frescos from the rotunda solely from memory on these walls even though they filled him with regret. “I live with countless regrets, some of which I have grown to cherish more than my victories.”

He keeps his orb (held, then shattered by the Inquisitor) on display under the window. One of his greatest failures, yet still a treasure.

One of the old astrariums we spent hours cracking together on our expeditions through the south (ft tower of cheese wheels, fereldan no doubt)

The Orlesian statue he leaned against all night at the Winter Palace.

Random inquisition chair, probably stolen from one of the great tables at Skyhold or perhaps one of the camps they’d made in the wilds.

On the bench AT the piano is the actual book of the Inquisition, close enough to brush his thigh as he played.

And a lute, reminiscent of the one the inquisitor kept behind their desk in their chambers. (I always head canoned that Inky knew how to play even though we never actually see it.)

I think we can all agree that this room is Solas’ happy place, filled from the floor to the ceiling with relics of times that brought him peace and joy in his terribly long life…and aside from one memory at the piano, all it is is junk he collected from retracing the Inquisition’s footsteps again and again.

Let’s also not forget the one memory he could not bear to keep locked from sight in that room of forbidden happiness;

Hung just above the wardrobe in his mediation room; another place he likely went in search of solace and found it unobtainable until he had this to look at.

“Why didn’t a romanced Lavellan get a mural??”

My God, because she’s EVERYWHERE. Even when he tried to lock her in a room behind a million hoops, he couldn’t escape her…not even in his dreams.

This room alone eradicated any doubt that Solas’ time with the Inquisition, romanced or not, were the happiest years of his life in the physical world. These were all the memories he could not bring himself to destroy/erase like the murals of him and Mythal and I just…😭😭😭😭😭😭 And the fact that no matter how many wolf statuettes you collect, you CANNOT make the murals reappear until the Inquisitor gives you their’s ???!!! (ik it’s probably just a game mechanic, but still, the IMPLICATIONS)

“Great plans will change, no doubt. But they should welcome it. Change, after all, sets us free.” – Notes from the crossroads islands

horny sleep paralysis demon

Clingy

My animation skills are quite rusty, sorry

Left-handed Ena Dream BBQ fan animation yayyy

i hate when you google a word and some fucking company comes up instead. Do you think you are more important than the english dictionary you piece of shit corporation

when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever

you are the hero of ferelden. no matter your origin you watch those you love most be ripped from you. death becomes an endless cycle which seems to follow you wherever you go. the fate of the world rests on your shoulders as you know you can never return home. home is gone now. home is buried with your family, jailed with your closest ally, cradled by the ancestors, forgotten like your beloved, lost to time in the murky glass of the eluvian- dead in your arms, killed at your hand. you are the hero of ferelden and it is your destiny to die. when next the world falls apart, you do not come. this world does not deserve your pity.

you are the champion of kirkwall. you are a refugee, cold and hungry and sold into labour. your mother hates you, though she will never say it. it's your fault the ogre killed your sibling, your fault the taint took the other. but you are happy. you have everything, friends and family and status and riches. you defeat the people plaguing your glorious city, you are the people's hero. you will always know even as she came back, isabela left you to die. you are happy but you are alone. you have everything and then you are rocking back and forth begging please please please do not take my mother as well. you have nothing, but you for a single second, you had everything. you are the champion of kirkwall, and your ally has blown up the chantry. where is your home now that everything is your fault?

you are the herald of andraste. and you are so, so scared. these people do not trust you, do not like you, would feed you to the fade if they could. they do not care if you follow another religion, you are their herald. you can never return home because heroes do not have homes. they say home is the people you choose, but you didn't choose these people, did you? every step you take aches. thousands reach out to touch you, for safety. for comfort. you are a black hole close to destruction, and you cannot do this. you are the herald of andraste and you have not been yourself for so long now.

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.”

you should praise me for that error sans video i sent in the discord

😭

it’s so funny how I’ve gone so long playing with the Miraak follower mod and have consumed so many fics over the past several years

that every now and then I have to remind myself “oh yeah he’s supposed to be dead in canon. ah well. no one cares about that.”

they are NOT putting miraak in skyrim, stop spreading misinformation

was getting some Miraak screenies for @lathez, but they held me at gunpoint and told me to post these to tumblr instead.. >.>