#dovaeh

[fenanera]

[ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ?

headcanon questions ( accepting )

There is a fire, and he is warm. Not with heat, but a fullness. He had considered cold and its effects, a thinness of the air to chase in a tide, a change, a season. It felt strange to turn it away when before he did not, but this body is vulnerable. Fashioning clothes is the first of many corrections, but he is eager to learn them all. nearly feverish with possibility.

He studies the seams of Mythal's clothing by the firelight and begins to lay furs together.

She watches his growing understanding with a musing smile. ❛ You need not make it yourself. We have long since learned their design. Let me. ❜

❛ I would know for myself, if we are ever separated, ❜ he says.

❛ We will not be. Your loneliness would be mine. ❜ she promises, and Solas takes her at her word.

There is a fire, and he is warm. Not with heat, but a fullness. For once, they have a moment of peace, and food they need not ration. Tarasahl's connections established a decent supply of trade, meats and herbs and cheeses they could store for long enough. What came first through the Eluvians went to the refugees. The rest provided a small feast, held over a private flame.

Felassan tells a joke that has their shoulders knocking together. He cannot remember the words, but he remembers the shape of his friend at his side, and it is enough.

There is a fire, and he is warm. Not with heat, but a fullness. Varric pushes a heavy tankard into his hand and the effort for agreeability obliges him to drink. He's tasted this type of grain before, but it still surprises him every time. In Arlathan, it was as mutable as a shift in emotion. Solas could drink a spring day and taste newness and ripe fruit. He could drink a brew for yearning and sample a shade of desire along with dark sweetness.

When he coughs after a beat, Varric laughs like it was predictable. ❛ It's good for the cold. Supposed to put hair on your chest, but, ❜ his hand flourishes in Solas' direction. ❛ You know. ❜

❛ You must encounter cold temperatures often, then. ❜

Dorian laughs with a shock, as if he's never heard Solas speak until then. The Inquisitor snickers while refilling a cup, and the sound of it reminds him of someone.

Varric shrugs, affable, and scratches at the opening of his vests. The cold of Emprise du Lion doesn't seem to cut as deep for the moment. ❛ I'm built to last. ❜

[endawn]

when pax isn't a vampire would he bite his lovers / be okay with being bitten by them? as a little affection nibble yk

okay, so — yes, he would bite and like to be bitten. only when not a vampire. when a vampire, he will not bite them unless absolutely necessary and NEVER during intercourse; there’s already too many heighten emotions. easy to lose control or work himself into a frenzy if he were to bite too hard and draw blood. he still likes to be bitten even when a vampire, though. he’s putty if they find the sweet spot. his bites while mortal do take on a very playful nature and are similar to cobbing dogs will do. wrapping his arms around them and nibbling / kissing their neck. sometimes he’ll put his whole mouth on them if they happen to stick their arm out in front of his face or he’ll walk up to them and randomly bite them. it’s never hard and is essentially just him mouthing their arm. entirely out of affection and to be silly. a walk by biting, if you will.

[stolememory]

i'm sure dragon has been sent already for the drawing meme but u know i gotta just in caes

❛[ CREATURE DRAWING MEME ≻ accepting NOTES: Dragon

No one else sent this and I'm so glad you did cause I wanted to do this one so bad. Of course I could just say this is a dragon corrupted / possessed by Mora, but I had some additional fun ideas for this as a creature within Apocrypha

They are aquatic creatures, using powerful 'wing' fins to float through the Ichor Seas. Rarely if ever seen by mortals due to this.

May use their tail to lure mortals and immortals upon the beaches to believe it is the Great Eye demanding a task of them. Their essence, thoughts, and memories are then consumed

The similarities to true dragons may be coincidence, or due to Moras suspected ties with Akatosh by some. There is no conclusive information found determining this one way or another

Fully intelligent and capable of speech but without a reason to commune beyond the means of trapping

Not any like lore fact but they are inspired by Gulper Eels- all the bioluminescent dots are eyes.

[writwove]

✿ dime & staci ✿ ♡

    . . .    DIME

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  OTHER: I see Dime as a potential follower of the Dragonborn located at the College of Winterhold; as the college is looking for excuses to get Dime away from the college due to her destructive nature and as a bonus she wants to explore Skyrim. I am also always open to doing exes/enemies to friends cause I think that's just a cute dynamic and I think there's a lot of growth that can come from that. Like most Nords, Dime gives Mae so much more grace and respect due to her being the Dragonborn, she wants to get to know Mae at the very least.

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  OTHER: Dime is the type to have fast and loose crushes on people, does not have to lead to anything besides Dime being awkward. Left a lot open since romance is hard to nail down and there's a lot of avenues to go down with it. 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  OTHER: I can see Dime & Maesena as having potential sibling energy.

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  OTHER: I see Dime as having some loyalties to the Imperials and that could ruffle some feathers between the two. Not enough that Dime would be an assassin or anything of the like, but she'd be combative about hurting Imperial forces if she was involved.

    . . .    STACI

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  OTHER: I can see them knowing each other for a long time before everything falls apart in Far Cry 5, at the very least they are co-workers and have probably spent time together in the same cruiser or breaking up a bar fight together.

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  OTHER: I don't see them having romantic chemistry beyond flirting from Staci before the events of Far Cry 5 (he's a flirt and all, also I think it might be against the rules of the Sheriff's office for relationships in the department), but maybe the events of the game bring them together. I think exes is a possibility that maybe they briefly saw each other in the past, like a dinner date or something.

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  OTHER: I can see them being antagonistic to each other before the events of Far Cry 5, with Staci being the way he is (frat boy energy). The elephant in the room is Jacob and the effect he had on both Mae and Staci, and I can see them having some rougher edges because of that.

    prompt    |    accepting    |    @dovaeh

[famefckrmoved]

❝    i    wouldn't    say    that    word    too    loudly    around    here.    scoob    and    shaggy    can    hear    food-related    words    from    four    miles    away,    give    or    take.    ❞    daphne    said,    a    soft    laughing    escaping    past    her    lips    as    she    readjusts    her    shopping    bags    in    her    arms.    ❝    i    could    be    down    for    a    slice,    though.    any    specific    place?    i    hear    the    new    pizzeria    on    fifth    is    really    good.    they    have    some    fancy    crust.    ❞

@dovaeh

[rotinthedark]

Well, she wasn't attacking nor did she appear particularly aggressive. More wary than anything else, which was understandable regarding a stranger too close to one's home. Was it normal for vampires to be distrusting of each other? He didn't know much of anything about... any of it, really. He'd stumbled in like a chump and had just been wandering on his own ever since.

Maybe he could use some advice from someone who might not kill him on sight. Or at least a meal. He'd salivated at the horkers, just imagining how they'd taste, but Sebastian preferred to cause as little suffering as possible when he inevitably had to feed on something. He only saw unwinnable, and frankly uncomfortable, fights with those stubborn creatures. And the vermin might not be enough...

Could vampires starve to death? Didn't seem likely, but was it worth the risk...?

Fuck it.

Finally, the male stood up straight for her to see. His hand remained near his mace, his bright eyes fixed on her, but he otherwise remained still. Whatever signified to her that he wasn't a threat. Surely, the simple armor would convey as much. "... Just some food. Or... drink..." A pause, then a sigh. "... Or, whatever the terminology is. I lost what I was tracking and ended up here by accident, that's really it. I'm not looking to storm any castles."

Skyrim had enough ways for him to die without him seeking out dumb ones like that.

talking back is a good sign.  the feral vampires never do,  they just lunge.  her eyes dart to where the voice seems to come from but she makes no moves toward it,  instead watching,  hunting for the details.  "you're practically on my doorstep,  so i think it does."  she smiles.  it's a triumph to call it hers,  the glow of victory still not washed away even with all the chaos left behind.  she drifts a little further from the jetty but no closer to the voice,  wanting a different angle.

"you passed your way right to a dead end.  nothing up here but vermin and horkers."  if he could even get his teeth through the blubber.  there was no level of desperation that would get her to try that.  "maybe i can help with what you're searching for."

[fuckedprophet-arch]

i had to make stardew valley dallas. how could i not. from here

[ulfhrafnx]

𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐀 & 𝐌𝐀𝐄 : 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙹𝚄𝙳𝙶𝙴 ft. @dovaeh + 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽.

[stankycowboy]

𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑓?

the lightning rod

whether it’s your turbulent nature, your flash quick mind, or the air of unknown about you, your undercurrent is the lightning rod. you are somewhat unpredictable, but if we unravelled we’d see you know exactly what you’re doing, but it’s makes you feel less vulnerable to pretend it wasn’t planned. some people stay back from you, but others would follow you cross country, for the very same reason. they don’t know enough about you. the difference is in who wants to learn more. keep your golden nature, it’s exciting, but don’t be afraid to admit what you know. matshona dhliwayo said “lightning strikes but does not roar” your bite will always be worse than your bark, keep that close to your chest.

stolen from: @dovaeh

[fenanera]

dragons + HC

word + hc ( always accepting )

It all comes back to dragons. I’m going to ask you to walk with me here on this, because a lot of it is purely theory that reinforces the actual headcanon.

Dragon Age wouldn’t be the Dragon Age without a deep, deep importance of them for the world. The current age in-game is named so for the birth of the first high dragon in centuries; the steel age is named just for the manner of death of Queen Madrigal of Antiva. The Towers age is marked by the brief unification of two empires and the completion of the Grand Cathedral, and so on. All this to say, the names aren’t arbitrary. A dragon sighting is so important to Thedas that it’s given the same gravitas as a century of crusades, for example. The Evanuris are bound to High Dragons. Hakkon is a spirit hosted in a dragon. The Tevinters worshipped what they thought were dragons for years (though we know the truth now). Everything comes back to Dragons, and I don’t think it’s for the sake of the game title.

Given that the Evanuris bound a portion of their power within High Dragons, or that some of them can even take a dragon form, I think it’s fair to say that Dragons came first in the world before the Evanuris decided to diverge and take physical steps. Perhaps the first dragons WERE spirits that were old enough, powerful enough, that they could manifest as such, making them equally as important for the Evanuris to want to bind and emulate later. They still appreciated the example of power, and as their abilities grew to warrant a god-like status, the dragons were brought forth and conquered. Certainly not the oldest ones; but younger, willful spirits-as-dragons were safer to manage.

As a companion spirit, Solas had no use for a dragon thrall, or to take on its shape as some of the other First Borns. In a way, their beginnings weren’t so different. Spirits manifest in the Fade as a need for something. A need for Compassion. A need for Benevolence. A need for Wisdom, and so on. A reflection of the world as it expands and its inhabitants learn. Dragon Spirits are primordial. They’ve been in the Fade soup for far longer, and in many mythological pantheons, the oldest beings are distinctly in-human.

Take the Greek Primordial deities for example; they’re more conceptual than physical, but still exist for a purpose. They shepherd the world’s shape and elements before it’s populated. And the High Dragons in Dragon Age have elemental abilities: fire, cold, electricity, which are foundational branches for Primordial mages - necromancy, blood magic, spirit magic (to name a few) are HUMAN manipulations/expansions on what the Fade can provide. But my take is that dragons had the Primordial magic first, and Tevinter thought so too since they believed the Old Gods taught the mages - now we know that’s sort of changed, to a degree. Dragons still could have taught everyone magic, the Evanuris could have shared what they knew for a time before Elgar’nan grew selfish. It was a group effort.

Getting back to Solas, he never took a dragon thrall. Ever. And I think this is equally due to his detest for enthralling spirits/oppression as much as it is that he still relates to them. He existed on his own first, then was drawn out for a purpose.

The Evanuris were attracted to the power that came with dragons and therefore still held their image as ideal. But Mythal was attracted to Wisdom’s influence and what it could do for the world; for them (I don’t think this was ever with malicious intent, either way).

We have to remember that these were Early Days. Things were done on a whim because they could, and consequence wasn’t much of a thought until Solas tried to temper their decision alongside Mythal. His shape as a wolf was set apart because he already existed the way he wanted as a Spirit before being brought into the fray, and the wolf was learned later as a result of the changes he went through. Remember how his spirit form already looked? Like a synapse. Like a nervous system. Like a dragon not-quite-formed, spreading veiny wings. Dragons could have been the original evolutionary blueprint in the Fade, but diverging from the path of “idealized” spiritual growth taught Solas a different shape.

He didn’t want extreme, ideal-image power. The dragon’s shape meant nothing to him; the lone wolf is what he thought himself to be. And so he was.

[endawn]

ache twisted in stomach , gnawing at frayed edges. thrumming beats of her heart struck his ears and the saccharine tang of iron hung heavy in air. it was almost maddening, but tempered did he his hunger with restraint. something was odd about her; off. ancient, immortal. woven within blood yet ... subtle. mortal. strange, but not of concern at the moment. this stranger seemed concerned for him. then, it struck him what his predicament must look like. as if he was on the cusp of death or ailing close to it. injury or illness coupled with exhaustion. which, he supposed, was not entirely a falsehood. simply not what she might be expecting. still, there was some solace in the extra protection from the sun her position provided, even if only minor and temporary. it likewise made it easier for him to see her. vision being meant for nighttime prowls … and that’s when he noticed the bottle being held before him. silence stretched as he considered and searched her features; certain of ill intent. he was vulnerable, after all. but … relented. no malice could he see.

❝ wolves do not concern me, but i do appreciate … ❞

voice tapered as eyes lulled shut for a moment in another sluggish blink before attempt was made to sit in a more upright position. however, an odd look flashed across features as body failed to respond and struggled to move under the weight of armor. a stiffness intruded within joints; rigor mortis. another pleasant characteristic of undeath. it would be a lie if he attempted to say he was not a touch embarrassed at the situation. back he fell against the tree with a soft thunk and eyes diverted themselves away as there was a clearing of throat; voice almost sheepish, ❝ as i said … you need not concern yourself and i would hate to take any supplies you might need yourself. ❞

not to mention, he was not entirely certain stamina potions still worked with a body already dead. the limitations of healing potions were already known to him.

it's a nice enough day to rest by a tree and yet when she looks at him,  he doesn't seem entirely peaceful.  rigid and hard-faced,  gaunt and pale.  the way his eyes blear open is evidence enough but she doesn't immediately move to him  -  warring between wariness of a lone man in the woods and her desire to help.  in the end she settles on edging just a little closer,  her head blotting out most of the peeking sun so that she can get a better look at his face,  and fiddles with the latch of her bag.  she might be cautious but she isn't an ass.

"leaving you untended would likely concern me more than the effort to help."  mae smiles awkwardly,  fingers curling around the thin neck of a green bottle.  a decently strong stamina potion,  one she likely wouldn't have used anyhow.  she hates the taste.  "if you fall asleep here the wolves might be drawn to your snoring.  take this."  she leans down to offer the bottle,  sloshing the liquid slightly as though that might tempt him to accept.

[stolememory]

“&– - Even as I claim their lives, I am the pure-- - the innocent are not Divine. And I plan to take what is rightfully mine.” // @dovaeh liked for a lyrical starter

[famefckrmoved]

❝    oh,    yeah,    no,    i    totally    agree.    ❞    lennon    says,    nodding    her    head    quickly    in    agreement.    as    a    professional    musician,    silence    was    her    enemy.    ❝    if    the    crowd    isn't    going    absolutely    bonkers,    it's    time    to    start    over,    you    know?    really    hit    the    reset    on    whatever    we're    doing    to    see    if    we    can    get    them    amped    up    with    us.    ❞

@dovaeh

[dovaeh]

DOVAEH​. ind. the last dragonborn from tes v: skyrim. multi-verse, primarily fantasy / video game based. personal blogs dni, reblog memes + aesthetics from their sources.

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[winebleeds]

@dovaeh​​    sent    ❛     ♥, ☀, ☢, ✖      ❜

⤑   SALTY ANY DAY OF THE WEEK

♥ what’s the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

i can recall three different events but i do not want to talk about any of them. just... incest is bad people.

☀ what’s your rp pet peeve?

everything tumblr updates. and how the posts are not the same color as the background on the mobile app. those overrides any rp trend.

☢ what fads/trends are you so over?

when there’s too many different color text within a reply. my brain just focus on the color and forget the rest.

✖ how has tumblr RP changed since you started?

in terms of graphics, a lot. but in terms of environment & how people can act, not much. it cycles, and honestly i think it was worse in terms of what people would do to each other back in the day. but i was also part of the het*lia fandom at its height. and i also learned to be more selective to avoid too much.

[ulfhrafnx]

 she’s been soaking for so long the water’s no longer warm. lost in her own thoughts as maesena scrubs away the dried blood and dirt from her arms. blood moon’s were never easy but this one felt especially savage. a weariness in her bones remaining long after hircine’s hold on her mind dissipates. she has no memory of her time spent running freely or how far she’d truly traveled in her absence, somehow finding her way home in a daze that seemed more a fever dream than reality.

there’s blood still staining her lips, she can taste the unmistakable tang of iron — how many of them had she killed ? searching for relief no amount of blood shed would provide.

shifting she rests her head against the side of the tub as doting hands begin to lather her hair, eyes drifting shut in the process. she hasn’t properly mourned, she’d shut down instead, carving out both love and grief to spare herself the pain of further loss. if she didn’t care, she convinced herself, it wouldn’t hurt as much, but it did. where rage once dwelled guilt now took its place. she’d been selfish , as if she were the only one grieving , and she hates herself for it. 

as the heaviness in her chest grows she feels arms wrap tightly around her shoulders, holding her steady, an embrace that would support her no matter how her life spun out of her control. she is grateful for  —- @dovaeh for her kindness and unwavering understanding. for their family , they’d welcomed her back with open arms and without judgement, far more concerned with her well being than where she’d been.

❝  i’m sorry…  ❞ is all she can bring herself to say. for making them worry, for pushing them all away —- behaving in a manner so uncharacteristic of the woman they knew and trusted.  grief had a way of bringing out the worst in even the most sound of minds. morphing one as tempered as she into a vessel of vengeance, the repercussions far easier to stomach than the emptiness she felt.