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(๑•ᴗ•๑) if your Dragon Age elf OCs were elves that had manifested from being spirits rather than elves that had been born, what kind of spirit would they each have been?

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So, people keep saying Veilguard is "sanitizing" Dragon Age because it’s not letting random NPCs hurl slurs at your character anymore, and listen. I get it. There’s a real fear that the game is smoothing over the sharp edges that made Dragon Age’s world feel raw and oppressive. But here’s the thing: oppression in storytelling isn’t just about how much overt cruelty a game throws at you. It’s about how a world is structured, how power moves, and what choices the player is given to respond to that.  

Veilguard isn’t getting rid of trauma or struggle—it’s just shifting the focus. Instead of telling a story where the PC is explicitly victimized because of their race or status, it’s exploring grief, loss, and the way people hold onto each other through suffering. And yeah, maybe that’s not the same power fantasy as "you called me a slur so I’m going to stab you in the town square," but does that automatically mean it’s bad.. What it does mean is that Veilguard is asking different questions.  

Origins threw you into a world where the first thing you did was fight back against the system that tried to break you. Veilguard is looking at something else: what happens when fighting back isn’t an option? When your world has already fallen apart? How do you rebuild? How do you find strength in kindness instead of just revenge?  

veilguard recognises that oppression isn’t just big, dramatic acts of cruelty; it’s also the slow erosion of hope, the systems that make resistance feel impossible, the way grief isolates people and makes them vulnerable. And what Veilguard seems to be doing is giving the player a different set of tools to push back.  

Because let’s talk about mechanics for a second. Veilguard is letting you build alliances, resolve conflicts, and use emotional intelligence as a tool and that’s not a weak approach to oppression. That’s a different kind of power fantasy. One that says, hey, maybe dismantling oppression isn’t just about vengeance. Maybe it’s about survival. Maybe it’s about finding people who won’t let you fall apart. Maybe it’s about healing.  

Like, yes, I understand why people loved the City Elf origin. It was cathartic! It was painful and messy and let you tear down the people who hurt you. But that doesn’t mean it’s the only valid way to explore oppression in a game. Power isn’t just swinging a sword—it’s also choosing to be kind in a world that tells you kindness is useless.  

Veilguard isn’t saying "oppression isn’t real." It’s saying, "What if we looked at the ways people actually survive it?" And if the idea of a game that values understanding and emotional resilience as forms of resistance makes you uncomfortable, maybe ask yourself why you think the only valid response to oppression is cruelty in return.

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This is the worst timeline. (x)

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The City of Chains: Kirkwall in 9:31 Dragon

Zoomed in quadrants and explanation below the cut!

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hey boy don't kill yourself. green's dictionary of slang is available online and allows you to explore 500 years of english vulgarity. you can search by part of speech, source, time period, etymology, and usage. there's a whole category for gay slang. they even have specific citations listed so you can see the exact context for yourself. boy did you know that in 1927 "to kneel at the altar" was slang for "to sodomize"

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~ As Grand Cleric Aequitas prepares to give last rites to the fallen Templar, the echoes of his footsteps scatter across the embellished walls. ~

archiveofourown.org/works/63967585

now that exchange works are revealed i can finally share my gift for surnumanaja YAY

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Game studios learn to optimize your fucking games challenge.

Who the fuck do you think you are? You are a toy. A glorified slinky.

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Reminder: If your computer won't play Dragon Age Origins, try installing LAA!

Dragon Age Origins is an old game, now. Large Address Aware (LAA) is basically a requirement to make it run smoothly. Especially if you're playing with mods.

Here are special instructions if you have the game through Steam. Otherwise, just follow the normal instructions in the first link.

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Happy Friday! How about "you were my redemption; now you are my ruin." For Lavellan/Solas (and also Felassan if you're up for it)?

Title: The Redemption and Ruin of Devotion Rating: M Pairing: Solavellassan, Solas x Felassan x Lavellan Word Count: 1187 Warnings: Veilguard Spoilers, Masked Empire Spoilers, Memory Loss/Amensia, Grief, Attempted Character Death by Major Character, Corruption of a Spirit into a Demon, Implied Slavery. @dadrunkwriting Veilguard

Weapons Drawn, Lunge, Weapons to the shoulder. It had been the only song he had known as devotion his purpose was to grow the devotion of the Evanuris, but for the great mother in particular. Though as he served in his purpose it did not stop the days from growing cold, and the glittering jewels of the courtyard lost it's splendor and the world from losing it's color. Yet one day that changed color slowly seeped into the song as the temple sprang to a hustle for an unknown reason.

"The wolf has finished his hunt, the mother has ordered the finest chambers prepared for him." Young priestesses whispered to each other as they passed him in the halls, cheeks flushed with the first sparks of love. His deep purple eyes turned watching them hurry on with their duties. Surely they did not mean the Mother's wolf, He Who Hunts Alone. His steps hastening he made his way to the courtyard where his guard trained. Standing there in gleaming golden armor was the sentinel that personally travelled with the Mother's retinue. His heart sped up, and blood moved faster. Yet the song silenced in his ears and the world seemed to still as the man spoke.

"Prepare your men for a presentation. The Wolf has called for all the Mother's Sentinels to be presented." Such presentations were days. the world faded into the monotones of grey and white. He and his people maintained the presentation formation. His eyes closed as he listened to the surrounding around him. Nothing had changed until, silver armor appeared and the very song reverberated around him. "This one. Please inform the Mother I have made my decision." From that moment on, his life had changed. He had been given a week to pack what belongings he had to join the Wolf, Solas was what he had introduce himself as.

"Felassan, A slow arrow." The name he had chosen for himself, purred from the lips of the man he had slowly started falling for. His cheeks burned under the praise, and he craved catching the older elf's eye. They trained in the early mornings when the song was faint, and when it grew louder they spoke for hours about the games of the gods, and the politics of the court, and as the song quieted for the evening they watched the stars together. As time went on he was the arrow the wolf pointed to a target, and slow and precisely each target fell into heel or under them both.

Hope has joined us, a priestess of the Mother. The announcement had echoed through the song as he and Solas stood waiting to see her procession. A younger spirit but there was no denying her effect on the song. It was bright and lilting, and encouraged dancing and celebration. Her hair was copper like the evening sun and she wore a dress of rich plum. Yet her eyes were like opals pull from the depths of a Titan. Evuniala was what the mother called the young priestess. At the celebration they had drank and he goaded Solas into flirting. It was than the mother came and words were whispered and felt the bonds of her command pulled from his purpose. "Devotion should not be shackled to us to be among us." those words stuck with him.

They had been his redemption, a freed devotion He worshipped them both by day and night. They were the stars and moon that he hunted to. The song that he found his way to. They had all been happy. Yet even as He and Solas stoked the fires of Fen'harel's rebellion the first torch dropped on that pyre had been the harming of Evuniala by Andruil and Ghilan'nain. They still fought the titans and sister turned against their own kin for the sake of the hunt into the long night. Mythal had stripped her of the cursed armor yet the damage had been done by inaction to punish the goddess and her priestess. A moment that doomed the rebellion.

Devotion but to who...the people They had redeemed his purpose and now, a sob tore through his throat as despair and grief filled him. Fire crackled around the edges of the crater. They were gone, his former comrades took her away, and Solas had kept him from the plan. His fingers tightened around the damned dagger as a howl of anguish left his lips. The fire grew and his chest heaved with each shallow breath. They had been his purpose, now who could he give it to? Arlathan was shattered under the Human Tribes, and the people dazed and confused had scattered to the wind. But he could honor both his loves, safeguarding the people, bringing them back to the wholeness they had been.

She was smart, like him and he had to keep her safe from herself. It had been millennia, civilizations rose and fell. Empires expanded and collapsed. Wars waged, plains burned, and the God's thralls scarred the land. Yet in it all. Hope. Her name was Briala, young and foolish in love with someone so much further above her. Much like Solas had been. It blinded her to atrocity after atrocity. His heart tightened as he closed his eyes and the familiar smoke surrounded him. He knew what his old friend had asked of him. But he had to protect him from himself and her from herself. As the fade wrapped around him. He waited until he felt the fade shudder and the familiar presence filled the area. The words he had carefully practiced left his lips as he tried to reason with him. Never once turning to face him, after all he failed and knew what was coming. If he had faced Solas the plunge from wisdom to pride...no he would not do that so he stared a head of him, salt burning his eyes as his tears stained his cheeks. The scream died on his lips as it forced him from the fade, the searing pain sent him to the ground as devotion was frozen away. Only left with his sorrow.

They were his Ruin, who had they been? There was only Sorrow. The pain, there had been pain he thought. It had turned his dark hair silver much like the moon hanging above him. His eyes were dull and golden much like the sentinels who fully gave themselves to the Mother by drinking of the Well. His feet were his guides as he wandered familiar yet unfamiliar woods. Never quite able to sleep. He did not know how long it had been. He felt a hand grasp his shoulder. "Felassan?" the voice whispered, green eyes familiar yet he could not place where. No there was no slow arrow. "Abelas." he corrected quietly his throat raw. He had failed them both. Who they were he could not remember. Yet he was home in the little rural temple he had been plucked from.

They had been his redemption and now they were his ruin and all that was left was Abelas, sorrow.

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Happy Friday! How about "you were my redemption; now you are my ruin." For Lavellan/Solas (and also Felassan if you're up for it)?

Title: The Redemption and Ruin of Devotion Rating: M Pairing: Solavellassan, Solas x Felassan x Lavellan Word Count: 1187 Warnings: Veilguard Spoilers, Masked Empire Spoilers, Memory Loss/Amensia, Grief, Attempted Character Death by Major Character, Corruption of a Spirit into a Demon, Implied Slavery. @dadrunkwriting Veilguard

Weapons Drawn, Lunge, Weapons to the shoulder. It had been the only song he had known as devotion his purpose was to grow the devotion of the Evanuris, but for the great mother in particular. Though as he served in his purpose it did not stop the days from growing cold, and the glittering jewels of the courtyard lost it's splendor and the world from losing it's color. Yet one day that changed color slowly seeped into the song as the temple sprang to a hustle for an unknown reason.

"The wolf has finished his hunt, the mother has ordered the finest chambers prepared for him." Young priestesses whispered to each other as they passed him in the halls, cheeks flushed with the first sparks of love. His deep purple eyes turned watching them hurry on with their duties. Surely they did not mean the Mother's wolf, He Who Hunts Alone. His steps hastening he made his way to the courtyard where his guard trained. Standing there in gleaming golden armor was the sentinel that personally travelled with the Mother's retinue. His heart sped up, and blood moved faster. Yet the song silenced in his ears and the world seemed to still as the man spoke.

"Prepare your men for a presentation. The Wolf has called for all the Mother's Sentinels to be presented." Such presentations were days. the world faded into the monotones of grey and white. He and his people maintained the presentation formation. His eyes closed as he listened to the surrounding around him. Nothing had changed until, silver armor appeared and the very song reverberated around him. "This one. Please inform the Mother I have made my decision." From that moment on, his life had changed. He had been given a week to pack what belongings he had to join the Wolf, Solas was what he had introduce himself as.

"Felassan, A slow arrow." The name he had chosen for himself, purred from the lips of the man he had slowly started falling for. His cheeks burned under the praise, and he craved catching the older elf's eye. They trained in the early mornings when the song was faint, and when it grew louder they spoke for hours about the games of the gods, and the politics of the court, and as the song quieted for the evening they watched the stars together. As time went on he was the arrow the wolf pointed to a target, and slow and precisely each target fell into heel or under them both.

Hope has joined us, a priestess of the Mother. The announcement had echoed through the song as he and Solas stood waiting to see her procession. A younger spirit but there was no denying her effect on the song. It was bright and lilting, and encouraged dancing and celebration. Her hair was copper like the evening sun and she wore a dress of rich plum. Yet her eyes were like opals pull from the depths of a Titan. Evuniala was what the mother called the young priestess. At the celebration they had drank and he goaded Solas into flirting. It was than the mother came and words were whispered and felt the bonds of her command pulled from his purpose. "Devotion should not be shackled to us to be among us." those words stuck with him.

They had been his redemption, a freed devotion He worshipped them both by day and night. They were the stars and moon that he hunted to. The song that he found his way to. They had all been happy. Yet even as He and Solas stoked the fires of Fen'harel's rebellion the first torch dropped on that pyre had been the harming of Evuniala by Andruil and Ghilan'nain. They still fought the titans and sister turned against their own kin for the sake of the hunt into the long night. Mythal had stripped her of the cursed armor yet the damage had been done by inaction to punish the goddess and her priestess. A moment that doomed the rebellion.

Devotion but to who...the people They had redeemed his purpose and now, a sob tore through his throat as despair and grief filled him. Fire crackled around the edges of the crater. They were gone, his former comrades took her away, and Solas had kept him from the plan. His fingers tightened around the damned dagger as a howl of anguish left his lips. The fire grew and his chest heaved with each shallow breath. They had been his purpose, now who could he give it to? Arlathan was shattered under the Human Tribes, and the people dazed and confused had scattered to the wind. But he could honor both his loves, safeguarding the people, bringing them back to the wholeness they had been.

She was smart, like him and he had to keep her safe from herself. It had been millennia, civilizations rose and fell. Empires expanded and collapsed. Wars waged, plains burned, and the God's thralls scarred the land. Yet in it all. Hope. Her name was Briala, young and foolish in love with someone so much further above her. Much like Solas had been. It blinded her to atrocity after atrocity. His heart tightened as he closed his eyes and the familiar smoke surrounded him. He knew what his old friend had asked of him. But he had to protect him from himself and her from herself. As the fade wrapped around him. He waited until he felt the fade shudder and the familiar presence filled the area. The words he had carefully practiced left his lips as he tried to reason with him. Never once turning to face him, after all he failed and knew what was coming. If he had faced Solas the plunge from wisdom to pride...no he would not do that so he stared a head of him, salt burning his eyes as his tears stained his cheeks. The scream died on his lips as it forced him from the fade, the searing pain sent him to the ground as devotion was frozen away. Only left with his sorrow.

They were his Ruin, who had they been? There was only Sorrow. The pain, there had been pain he thought. It had turned his dark hair silver much like the moon hanging above him. His eyes were dull and golden much like the sentinels who fully gave themselves to the Mother by drinking of the Well. His feet were his guides as he wandered familiar yet unfamiliar woods. Never quite able to sleep. He did not know how long it had been. He felt a hand grasp his shoulder. "Felassan?" the voice whispered, green eyes familiar yet he could not place where. No there was no slow arrow. "Abelas." he corrected quietly his throat raw. He had failed them both. Who they were he could not remember. Yet he was home in the little rural temple he had been plucked from.

They had been his redemption and now they were his ruin and all that was left was Abelas, sorrow.

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thanks for joining me here on my salty little blog <3

As a token, I'd like to gift a bust in this style to someone. I will use a randomizer site to choose from the likes on this post and message the user on 3/23 (via tumblr DMs, unless we talk elsewhere already).

Any* original character from a game, ttrpg, your imagination, or whatever, is welcome - as long as you have some references for me to go off of. :)

*exception: I don't do anthro characters/very animalistic features like full body fur, cat faces, draconic features, etc. Horns, ears, teeth, and other limited features are okay though.

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We have 30 days until the National Environmental Policy Act (NEPA) laws are rescinded. This is the 50-year bedrock of American conservation. Normally, these actions take years but the administration has provided 30 days for public comment gutting clean water and clean air. Drop what you’re doing, before you make any more calls or read any more social media posts, please populate the Federal Register with dissent.

A. Go to https://www.federalregister.gov/documents/2025/02/25/2025-03014/removal-of-national-environmental-policy-act-implementing-regulations

B. Click on the green rectangle in the upper right corner ("SUBMIT A PUBLIC COMMENT") .

C. Fill in your comment, and info at the bottom, and SUBMIT COMMENT.

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The final song in the Solavellan ending, when Lost Elf reappears, that is not on the soundtrack

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Chat what if I made a Venatori OC that is a trans man?

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Harding thinks she's so sleek but I can see right through you, girl. "Oh, I wasn't in their inner circle."

The pope may have asked for your help to take care of her nugs, the ambassador sends you birthday cakes, you've traveled with Varric Tethras for YEARS. And what about the rumors of Inquisitor shamelessly flirting with you?

Your are in their inner circle NOW

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Harding thinks she's so sleek but I can see right through you, girl. "Oh, I wasn't in their inner circle."

The pope may have asked for your help to take care of her nugs, the ambassador sends you birthday cakes, you've traveled with Varric Tethras for YEARS. And what about the rumors of Inquisitor shamelessly flirting with you?

Your are in their inner circle NOW

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I am probably going to regret this for my sanity but what are they doing? At this rate they are going to end up in a worse light than Cullanites. Mythal'enaste why do I have shitty romance tastes. Anyway folks reset the incident clock

There’s nothing braver in the dragon age fandom than being a solavellan girly who isn’t bat shit insane