#chewing and thinking

[loredrinker]

Solas - Original Choice

My thoughts have shifted a bit since writing this post. I was viewing through the lens of the veil, but Solas took a corporeal form from lyrium as I discuss further in this recent post.

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Thinking/mulling/reflecting on a piece currently in development. I'm sure this has been discussed...

Solas chose to take a body. Mythal did what she could to cajole and convince - but in the end, the choice was still his. Let's call it the Original Choice (original sin).

That choice braced himself for impact:

Cole: Is there a way to save more spirits, Solas?  Solas: Not until the Veil is healed. The rifts draw spirits through, and the shock makes demons of them.  Cole: Pushing through makes you be yourself. You can hold onto the you. Being pulled through means you don't have enough you. You become what batters you, bruises your being.  Solas: Yes, exactly. Deliberately crossing the Veil requires that a spirit form will, personality. That concept of self gives a spirit the chance to maintain its nature. 

Solas pushed through.

Cassandra: I knew demons and spirits were similar, but I did not know one could become the other so easily. Solas: Not similar, Seeker. The same. The Chantry sees black and white, but nature is, and always has been, grey. A spirit is a purpose. A demon is that purpose perverted.

Spirits have purpose - this implies an inherent core essence – an identity that they are defined by.

That choice...

It's what allows him to keep his core essence (purpose) - wisdom. It's what prevents him from becoming wholly pride.

He is both wisdom and pride - a man.

He is a duality - a beautiful, messy being of dualities dancing together. Balance - complementary contrasts - integration - not a division but sums that make up a whole.

What he says in Veilguard:

'I am not a god' - I AM - declaration of self-identity - not spirit, not demon. He is not them (the Evanuris) - he is not omnipotent, not infallible - rejection of godhood - but neither is he saviour - he is an individual shaped by his own choices.

'I am what I have always been - a man' - I AM - an immortal defining himself in the most human and 'mortal' term - not denying his humanity, not running from his flaws - always - his nature, his humanity - has remained consistent, constant - roles, choices, perspectives shift, but not who he is.

'...all too aware of his failings' - aware = wisdom, core essence - introspection, centuries of reflection - self-aware - but the 'all too' - it's too much awareness, he knows deeply, reflects deeply - failings - not mistakes but failings - an ongoing reckoning and reflection of his flaws/traits. Always reflecting - cause he's wisdom who's aware of his pride.

He accepts what he has always been - acceptance of duality leads to wholeness (complete in understanding).

I love this character.

Please feel free to link to any discussions already out there on this (or share your own thoughts) so I can read more and absorb and digest and think.

*Bioware image

[httyd-art-requests]

here's an ask to post whatever you want, even something that's not related to what you normally post :3

I've been holding onto this ask and witing for the right moment

Do you guys wanna guess which recently revived fandom has been consuming my life lately?

You can't tell me this wouldn't be the perfect crossover

[tooquirkytolose]

I dunno I just think if a seemingly innocuous film about cardinals assembling to vote in a new pope inspires memes like these it's worth a fucking watch

[paintedcrows]

Every day is harder, sanity seems farther

[noodles-and-tea]

Twins in time au.... Would Fiddleford act as a sort of father figure to Stan? Since Filbrick obviously SUCKED to both Stan and Ford and Fidd is more than definitely missing HIS son, and of course Ford has grown to love him but they're still BROTHERS.. Maybe they could act as the father/son the other is missing?

ABSOLUTELY!!!!

[shotmrmiller]

your superior finding out about the secret praise kink you didn't know had a name because you'd always been called an over achiever, a goody two shoes. never gave anyone any trouble, nose burrowed in a book since you had knobby knees and a library card.

you'd thought it normal that the apples of your cheeks burned when praised after giving your teacher the drawing you'd made for them the night before. that heat spread from the center of your chest up when your first boyfriend/girlfriend whistled at the sight of you outside of uniform. that warmth settles in your belly when you get a pat on the back from your platoon leader firm enough to force the air out of your lungs because you'd disassembled and cleaned a glock with the ease of a professional.

apparently it wasn't.

after weeks of training with the fabled task force, weeks of sharing elbow room with the team, weeks of soaking up the dizzying praise from the captain ("did real good out there, eh? can always count on you." you didn't question the throb betwixt your thighs, taking care of it with a cute little bullet like you've always done since joining the military)

you're confronted by the worst of the lot. ghost catches you in a break room, your back to him, hands clutching a cup of coffee that's more sludge than liquid, its warmth barely seeping through the styrofoam.

his figure fills the doorway, shoulders nearly brushing the frame. your first thought is that his brows aren't twisted together and he lacks that cold, blank look in his eyes so your death isn't in the nearest of futures. the second is that when he's not fully covering his face, the outline of his jaw is quite visible, looking sharp enough to cut.

then he crosses his sculpted arms over his chest, seams straining against the expanse of his muscles, head tipped to the side.

he moves with the keen curiosity of a predator sniffing around a newborn fawn, gaze intense yet inquisitive, assessing your every detail with a menacing interest.

"you ever gonna tell me you've a praise kink, bird?" the question sends a chill through your veins before turning into a fiery rush as it races at twice the normal speed.

praise kink? no. surely not. doesn't everyone like to receive compliments?

"sure. i don't mind gettin' told i've an impressive cock but that's bed talk. you look ready to bend over 'nd show us how slick tha' pretty cunt can get over a rufflin' of hair and a couple of empty words."

that has you positively reeling, fingertips cracking the cup in your hands, pulse on your neck fluttering. you feel a cornered, skittish animal, ready to flee lest your life come to an end in his maws.

but as usual, the cruel man more creature than person, twists the knife he's dug into you with a certain ruthlessness only he can muster.

"so be good for me, eh? love your praise? earn it."

you've always been an over achiever, proven once again by the way you take him to the root in one long, broad stroke with any complaints at the sheer size of him resting firmly behind your clenched teeth.

"tight little thing, spread open over me like you were meant for it. for me." he runs a gloved thumb over your swollen bottom lip. "there's tha' look. drivin' me bloody insane when you gave kyle tha' molten gaze. none o' tha' now, yeah?"

he creeps his ungloved hand down to circle your pearl with the spit-slick pads of his fingers, drawing in a sharp breath when your walls flutter and constrict around his cock at the feel of something other than your toy giving you the relief you need after a hard day's work.

"bloody fuckin' 'ell."

ghost claims a fistful of hair, pulling you closer to him, his breath warming the stinging, throbbing mark he bit onto the delicate skin of your neck. the shuffling of feet right outside the door snap you out of your daze, fingernails sinking into the bulging muscle of his chest but he has none of it.

he uses your hair to direct your focus back onto him and even though he'd only given you a leading tug you felt some strands of your hair come off with a pop.

"easy. can't see your pretty face when i'm fuckin' ya if your lookin' away."

your expression twists into what you hope is bliss when he bucks his hips, your whimper drowning out his groan when he hits on something new.

something you want him to keep hitting.

"exactly like i'd thought."

everything else blurs together after that, and only when you're back in your room using a warm cloth to clean yourself up do you remember the other things he'd rumbled.

(inside o' ya, make you mine-)

(-get 'bout bein' with anyone else-)

(-ll to myself-)

you touch your tender pussy with gentle fingers at what he'd said in the end.

(leave tha' f'me, he swipes your hand away, i'll get ya there, pet.)

if price's compliments take a nose dive off a cliff you don't notice because you're getting your daily fill of them and ghost after dinner every night. kyle keeps them to one word and soap likes to tempt fate as always.

[storytellering]

I dunno guys, I think he did nothing wrong ever

[beetle-beep]

yeahg...

[eldritchdyke]

Every remake of a game should come with a copy of the game it is remaking that is compatible with modern hardware but otherwise untouched and I'm not even exaggerating this should be mandated by law. If you're going to attempt to recreate a piece of art you have to give people access to its original context otherwise it becomes the only context and makes the previous version simply a superceded product

[umblrspectrum]

happy solvermas

[pixel-transformers]

This took way too long to finish, but I have the bad habit of not being able to post something without it being colored and it took me almost a full 72 hours to finish Jazz alone so….

close up of jazz under the cut⬇️

[honehonn3honey]

Birthday boy 🎂

[egophiliac]

Most unhinged moment in TWST Wonderland that made you go:

I love this game.

can I just say the entire front half of episode 7 chapter 8, because everything about it was BONKERS in the most absolutely delightful way. genuinely this might have been the funniest single update yet. we got Idia's directorial debut! big stronk Epel! and. just. gestures to the entirety of SavanaRook. (then Vil went into a spiral of murdering people that culminated in punching the manifestation of his own insecurity in the face, and that was good in an entirely different kind of way, but I digress)

if I have to pick one though, I'm gonna go with Idia's video, because 1) adorable, 2) seriously just look at it, and 3) I did legit have to replay that subchapter on account of laughing over most of it the first time. truly Idia is the artistic genius of our generation.

[tobyisave]

Ever since I saw that trivia about Kokichi’s hair being stringy because he plays with it, I felt like they missed the opportunity to quietly imply that detail in-game with a sprite or two. So I finally just tweaked some myself!

[abd-illustrates]

💜 Doppel & Glass 💜

Finally got round to doodling some of the Heartless crew again - been juggling some very intensive work and life stuff lately so it was therapeutic to get lost for a lil' while drawing this one. (Thanks again to everybody who voted in those polls a bit ago - The results were very interesting so I'm looking forward to drawing more of the most-voted characters sometime soon)

[DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST TO OTHER SITES / ACCOUNTS] ♻️reblogs are lovely tho!♻️

[logicpng]

"oh no he's a bit much of a generic suit twink for my taste i think i'll be fine"

"...oh. ...oh no."