constant satellite ⭐️💙🌊

oh wow that’s amazing!!! how beautiful!!!

Beard

“Is it true? Would your clan turn you away for the same?” Eilhana stands still. She does not meet his eyes. She takes a deep breath, then says: “Yes.” Thom can do nothing but stare at her. She keeps ducking away from him. She must have known this all along. How must she have felt, in truth, discovering she was pregnant with the child of a man who was not who he said he was, and that that child would permanently rip her from the only real home she’d ever had? He grips her shoulders and forces her to face him. “Eilhana.” He shakes her. “Eilhana! Why would you keep it, if it meant that? To be forever apart from your family?” It is only then she lifts her head to look at him, eyes burning bright and fierce. “Because I love you. Because I have always loved you, and there was a time I thought this might be the only part I got to keep of you. You think I could have gone home again, if it wasn’t for the baby? You think that is the only thing that will permanently set me apart from my kin? How do I return and live that simple life and pay my respects to Mythal and to Sylaise and to Ghilan’nain if they call me the Herald of Andraste? You think I wouldn’t be seen as a traitor to my people, to my customs, for letting the shemlen make me their figurehead, even if I have denied any link to Andraste since the moment they foisted that title on me?”

I decided quite early on that despite clan lavellan not surviving my playthrough, I’d put far too much grief on Eilhana already to do that to her.

… unfortunately of course in this fic if one thing doesn’t happen the heartwrenching way it does in game, something else has to happen instead, hence:

latest chapter of growing certainty is up! in which Anders gets situated in the Inquisition, Blackwall faces what getting the Inquisitor pregnant means, and Mahariel’s quest to cure the taint continues.

archiveofourown.org/works/701253...

I love that for you, love a slow descent into the blackwallmance 💖

(I unfortunately had him for two seconds before I went “oh no” and then discovered every single person following my playthroughs had gone “oh she’s going to romance blackwall 100%” and it was the mortifying ordeal of being known)

reminding myself that the cycle uphill in just above freezing temperatures is good for me or something.

forgot my laptop charger at the office so had to venture out into the bracing cold to retrieve it … making it the fourth consecutive day I’ve set foot in the office.

(I usually go in once a week, for context)

playing the aveline/donnic quest as a hawke who has genuine feelings for aveline is just so … satisfying, personally, it scratches a real itch for me about the sort of stuff I want to see, it’s fascinating, it doesn’t work for my canon hawke but I loved it when I did it

"God needs the devil" made up my mind

oh boy that’s … nightmarish

Fanart of Alistair Theiring from the Dragon Age games, wearing grey warden armour, standing in front of a mural with a crown over his head.

✨ Alistair Theirin ✨

#dragonage

me, a person who now just knows that the heating has to be turned off five minutes before I get in the shower: yeah no okay I’ll just live with it until I replace the boiler.

boiler serviced: boiler itself doing great for being twenty-one years old, producing heat and hot water good and more importantly safely

but the nice plumber cannot make it produce heat and hot water at the same time, it’s an expensive repair that he can’t guarantee won’t fuck it up further.

you know, sometimes when I see a movie I want a trailer for a film I might like to see in the next month, a little hook to get me back, but my last three cinema visits I have been shown the trailer for hamnet, a film that a) doesn’t go on general release until JANUARY and b) I’ve already seen

yeah, could have been much worse! just a fun shock when I went to make my morning toast…

good morning everyone today my toaster went up in literal sparks and died. in good news, it did not take anything else with it apart from having to go reset the house fuses. am now in the market for a new toaster. ugh.

big mood BIG MOOD why don’t the words flow when I want them too and why do they like to come when I do not have time to sit down and write them, alas.

5 sketchy drawings of Inky's OC Mira and Thom Rainier (Blackwall) from Dragon Age Inquisition. Clockwise from top left: they are looking into each other's eyes and holding hands; Thom is carrying tipsy Mira to safety, they are kissing by the wall, they are spooning while sleeping; Thom is holding mira as they are bathing in the lake

A sketch page commission for @blackwallmancer.bsky.social Getting to draw Thom & Mira not once but FIVE TIMES? I keep winning 🥰

#DragonAge #DragonAgeInquisition #DragonAgeArt

listen as long as there’s tension like, as few as you want, slow burn can be fic length or like, in universe time, truly, go for what feels right in your heart

At this, Fiona’s face changes. She seethes. “Where did you hear that? Duncan and Maric—they both swore they would take that secret to their graves. I believed they did so.” “Solas,” Lyna says. “He saw it in the Fade. One of a hundred things he knew and should not have known. I did not even know it was true.” She thinks a moment longer. Duncan would be an obvious person who Fiona would have found it difficult to have hidden such a thing from, could well have been the single person she confided in, but why would Maric know about the child Fiona bore and gave away? Wait. Fiona had a son, who she could not keep, and whose father could not keep them either. That child would have been born some thirty years ago, just before Fiona’s exile from the Wardens, after the death of Maric’s wife. A son who Duncan would have known of, and who might have looked out for, even if his mother and father both turned away in pursuit of their own affairs. Alistair’s mother was an elf. Arl Eamon had claimed to not know who she was, when they’d confronted him about his previous lies on the matter, but he’d known enough to know that whoever Alistair’s mother had been, she had not been some simple serving girl in one of Ferelden’s palaces.

especially in my dragon age universe, where alistair married mahariel and there was an unexpected baby that said that alistair's mother must have been an elf, alistair and mahariel aren't stupid, they've been looking, and all roads do lead to fiona...

belated promo for the latest growing certainty chapter, in which if dragon age inquisition isn't going to give me an alistair parentage reveal I will do it myself, fiona why are you so weird about him SOMEONE'S GOING TO PUT IT TOGETHER archiveofourown.org/works/701253...

teacher visibly just laughed at me in class as I tried to recollect the Chinese word for knee and started doing “head shoulders knees and toes” in Chinese (with aborted actions) to drag it out my memory

(you know what though I did remember it in the song, hurrah for memory)

oooh this one is lovely

a part finished hand embroidery project in a hoop, with lots of part finished leaves done and none of the flowers completed yet.

at the point where the embroidery project is beginning to look like something and also at the point where I feel like, yes, free-hand embroidery is beautiful and you can do many things but also someone give me back my cross stitch please actually.

lavellan, who does not hear any of those comments because she’s too busy lusting over blackwall (and flirting with Cullen and Cassandra when she can), would laugh if she did hear them, because she absolutely seduced her even-older-than-blackwall clan crafts master before going to the conclave

the moment when nineteen year old lavellan lays eyes on blackwall, a man at least twice her age, and goes “yes that one”

and everyone around her is like, uh, isn’t he a little old for you? but also it’s not like they’re swimming in age appropriate guys to try and pair off with her.

too ill (ugh cold) to actually write my blackwall / lavellan growing certainty sequel (and if I was I’m supposed to be writing something else) so instead I am daydreaming about ~prequel~

I picked up growing certainty late in the romance arc so there isn’t much time for like, the falling in love arc

it was how hard the banter is to trigger in general in inquisition that made me crack open modding fullstop, so what’s one more mod on top of all that hey. I’d be delighted to have this one more if you can figure it out.

why are there so many wonderful bits of banter in this game that are so impossibly hard to trigger, it frustrates me greatly. (I’ve never got this one to trigger but I have heard it in recordings)

all the advice I’ve found for Chinese learners on writing characters is very … functional? about the mechanics of writing very plainly and clearly. or calligraphy advice. not much out there on every day handwriting script??