In My Dreams, We Are Always Together And There Are No Odds Stacked Against Us. There Are No Wars, No

It’s weird to grow up in a family where you know you’re loved but you don’t feel loved. And then later in adulthood you understand how almost impossible it seems to cross that distance and let yourself experience closeness, how otherworldly love feels now and how love feels unbearable at times. You flinch when someone tries to wholeheartedly love you. And over and over you see so clearly how you cannot be loved unless it's from afar and love is mixed with that familiar sensation of distance and coldness.

i think about that "they hated that blond freak so much they nuked his entire profession" post constantly because just double checking. we all agree thats why they changed mythal's virtue from justice/vengeance to benevolence/retribution right

Friends Are Never Truly Gone

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔.

Sometimes it seems to me that after the game they wanted to show villain stand-ups. I don't know how else to explain these.

Elgar'nan?

That did not go as planned. I had such high hopes. I would lay the blame at Fen'Harel's feet. As usual. His plans never work out, so he insists on no one else's plans working out. He wouldn't even leave my designs for my temple alone. Structurally unsound, he said. "What's holding up the top fifty floors?" Magic. Obviously. "What if someone falls off?" (Groans) I don't care, Solas. Elves can fly. "What do you mean, elves can't fly?" The Venatori were also disappointing, I have to say. Ten percent dogma, ninety percent chanting, zero percent execution. Excellent footwear, though. I swiped this fur-lined slouchy boot for slumping around the kitchen. So cozy. No. Ghilan'nain's not to blame. She's still torn up about Andruil. I know it's been a thousand years, but that's eternal love for you. Touching, really. I'd shed a tear, but the plumbing's been blight-clogged for centuries.

As with every group of whispers, they often are thrown in as background noise and reversed. So I took the liberty to reverse the Well of Sorrows whispers and clean up the audio. A mantra of whispers going in circles, sung by a Well.

Some of the Whispers Heard:

Go to the Dirth Mythal speaks for the elves Travel Far She speaks for the elves She’s abelas Mythal She speaks for them both

Also, as a pleasant add on to this oh, so not creepy audio. The Dirth is another name for The Exalted Plains, as a Dalish elf there will tell you. The Exalted Plains/The Dirthavaren (The Promise) was were the last of elven nation fell.

she would love solas even as a spirit worm :,)

Slay The Wolf

You are on a path in the woods. And at the end of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a wolf. You're here to slay him. If you don't, it will be the end of the world.

...I wanted to make three of these but I got tired of seeing this in my drafts

using background art by Abby Howard

I just got my Veilguard art book and I absolutely love how the early icons for whether the Inquisitor was with or against Solas are just

alternate Trespasser concepts where Solas uses blood magic to explode the Qunari and protect the Inquisitor………..

……….. hot