#jowan/amell

[socialprawn]

i like drawing agape happy she deserves it 😭🌹

[mermaidhugs]

Neria Surana

[sinquisition]

First of all, quit speaking ill of the dead. Second of all. Jesus you didn't have to tear him apart like that, that's my bestie you're talking about :c

[moss-flesh]

OK OK JOWAN SAYING AMELL/SURANA IS LIKE A SISTER TO HIM THATS WHY THEY DIDNT GET INVOLVED ROMANTICALLY BUT THEN HE SAYS “well maybe if you- nvm” AND DROPS IT WHAT WHAT WHAT ?!

INTERESTING! INTERESTING!!

[hexxalite-hecate]

I don’t know why because there is absolutely no lore in any of the games to support this (in fact quite the opposite), but somewhere along the line I decided that mages in Dragon Age all have different coloured flames, they can’t choose or control or change it, it just is. And I’d already subconsciously assigned most of the characters their colour.

Amaranthe Amell - lapis blue with a heart of iridescent pearl (because she’s God’s favourite princess)

Neria Surana – bright sunny butter yellow

Morrigan – deep gold with a dark amethyst halo

Jowan – pale silver-green marshlight

Anders – umber with a heart of crimson

Wynne – powder-blue, translucent like glass

Connor – jade green

Lanaya – pale daffodil yellow with a grass-green halo

Velanna – sullen orange like glowing embers

Finn – pretty normal looking, but gets a glint of emerald at the centre if he’s super excited about something

Hawke – blood red. Just blood red

Bethany – soft violet

Merrill – scarlet fading into coral

Dorian – rich magenta with royal purple flashes

Vivienne – pastel lavender

Solas – smoke grey with a blinding white halo, hurts the eyes

I have no idea why I did this but it’s my inescapable headcanon now. Feel free to comment if you have a different vision, or a character I didn’t mention, or your own Warden/Hawke/Inquisitor/OC!

[periwinkle-warden]

The mage origin summed up

Comm'd from @sangled ! Getting to see my favorite character and OC in your style was a gift 💐

[elven-butts]

nighttime in the circle™ 

*sigh* and this is how i introduce my decade old canon warden y_y

[anderstrevelyan]

Anyway now that I’m thinking about Surana, just reading through some old prompt fills and having Jowan-related feelings:

In 9:20 Dragon:

The elf that’s allergic to elfroot—that’s going to stick.  “How could you not know?” the mage in the clinic asks, anger in her voice, as the templar waits to walk him back. Surana looks at his shoes. He doesn’t tell her he’d never seen the stuff before, that he was only dragged here last week—that all those apprentices who laughed never listened long enough to learn his name, that he wants, more than anything, to go home. He’s learned they like it better when he doesn’t talk. And Surana really, really likes to talk.  They send him to a new class, one that’s working with a different herb today, and sit him next to two human boys he’s never seen. One has his nose buried in a book, the first in a stack of five, and he jumps when the enchanter shouts at him to put them away. The other whispers something in his ear that makes him laugh. They’re friends already, then.  Surana looks down, pulling his new robe tightly over the splotchy rash on his hands. He wants to disappear. “Hey, I don’t think we’ve met before!” Surana startles, eyes wide. They’re talking to him? “I’m Jowan. This is Garrett. What’s your name?”

In 9:35 Dragon:

He’s always been Surana, just Surana. It always felt too ostentatious, too lofty, too ridiculous—Garahel—being named for the hero who stopped the fourth Blight. He can’t change the world. He can’t even convince a room full of arguing mages that they should support separating from the Chantry.  Today’s meeting of the Libertarian Fraternity is quiet, angry, with none of the hope that tied them together just a few years before. Until Fiona strides through the door. “I have someone new who’d like to meet with us,” she says. “You’ve heard of him, I imagine.”  Surana’s surrounded by whispers—“The Hero of Ferelden!” “The Warden-Commander?”—but Surana just sees him. His old friend Garrett. Fiona had hoped they’d all have dinner together that night, but they steal away to the corner of the hall, just the two of them. They don’t say his name, not yet, but they set out a chair for Jowan anyway, the lost member of their trio. “It’s good to see you again,” Surana says, clasping his shoulder. He can’t resist making fun of him, for how many children in the coming years will be called Garrett, too.

[amatres]

Story time with the Kinloch Hold kids

[yudol-skorbi]

it's summer which means i'm playing dragon age again but now finally with enough skill to share my obsession

[ambiguousrubbish]

Happy Jowan Monday

Here, have some Ex-Tranquil Jowan and Company™️ goodness. Oh, and they’re recruiting Zevran too😍 Jowan was the one to knock Zev out, without any magic.

“Ah…and here I thought you were a caged bird, with broken wings.”

“What is that supposed to mean? Speak plainly or don’t speak at all.” Jowan’s frown reached his tone and the others nodded in agreement. Even Alistair.

“Come now, you know what I meant…blood mage.”

“You call him that again and you won’t live to regret it.” Maeve gripped her staff even as it was pointed at the elf.

“He works for Loghain, Maeve.” Jowan flinched a little when he said the regent’s name.

“Oh, great.” Alistair grumbled.

“You remember me, then?” The elf asked. “I remember you as well. You were different then. Younger, but more…forlorn.”

“I was fighting a losing battle-for my freedom. Now that I’ve earned it, and found a reason to live, I’m not going down without a fight.” Jowan replied with newfound courage. There was a sparkle in the formerly Tranquil mage’s eye. The Chantry truly hadn’t destroyed him, no matter how hard they’d tried.

“Ah, as it seems your life has been spared despite the odds, mine is now forfeit. I have failed my mission so it seems. If you do not kill me the Crows will.”

Maeve’s eyes narrowed. “Not to state the obvious but you just tried to kill all of us. Do you really expect any mercy?” Flames flickered to life at the end of her staff, at the ready should she chose to cast. The bound elf flinched away and something inside Jowan snapped.

“Wait, don’t do it!” He pushed her staff away, singeing his own hand in the process.

“Jowan, what the absolute fuck?” Fen’Asha blurted out. Everyone who grew up in Kinloch Hold collective flinched as she swore. Wynne shot her a pointed look.

“No more bloodshed, please!”

“Cheap talk coming from a literal blood mage.” Their prisoner said, looking Maeve directly in the eyes.

“Wait, wait, wait. You want us to kill you, don’t you?”Fen’Asha asked. She stepped forward towards them, Maeve had lowered her staff and was now fumbling with a healing salve from her pack, presumably for Jowan’s hand.

“What makes you think that, Ash? He just tried to-“

“We know, Alistair. We know. But if he really is a Crow they’ll probably torture him. It’s what they probably do if one of their people fails a contract, if they aren’t caught and subsequently executed. So we aren’t killing him. It’s not really what he wants. It’s a lesser of two evils. Isn’t it? What say you, fellow elf?”

“You know of the Crows. I see.” The asssasin considered the new information and then sighed.

“How?” Leliana asked. “I’ve heard similar stories of the Antivan assassins but I thought they were just tales to frighten children.”

“If it’s true then we have to protect him!” Jowan trembled a bit and then Maeve steadied him by rubbing his shoulders gently.

“The elven mage speaks the truth. I do not think the Crows would take kindly to a report that I failed a contract and survived to spread news of it.”

“Ash, we can’t exactly just forget he just tried to murder us all.” Kyle stepped over the body of another assassin and Jowan began to shake again.

“Right but if we kill him now, we become as bad as he is.”

“Forgive me, amigo, but you and your friends are already covered in blood. And this is not the first time-“

“Please don’t remind me.” Jowan snarled.

“So what do we do, comrades?” Maeve asked as she got the healing salve onto Jowan’s burnt hand.

“I don’t want to kill this guy either but we can’t just let him off-“

“Why not? You more or less turned a blind eye to Jowan’s crimes, my dear Amell.” Wynne said as she chuckled sarcastically.

“Listen-“ Jowan went pale.

Maeve stopped rubbing his shoulders and wrapped her arms around him, and Jowan returned the embrace. It didn’t last long and once he was reassured she was not going to let him deal with this dilemma alone, they both let go.

“Wynne, I understand where you’re coming from but Jowan was not exactly a stranger, now, was he? I grew up with him. You practically raised him. We don’t know what this assassin will do. Aside from attempt to finish the job.”

“I think I know when I’ve been bested, my good lady. But I could be of aid to you and your company if you would have me?” The elf asked. When he called her a lady everyone collectively held their breath, and as if on cue, Maeve responded.

“Please don’t call me that. I’m not a lady, I’m a mage.”

“My apologies. My offer still stands. I failed to kill you so my mission is forfeit along with my life. Should the Crows track me down it will not end well for me, as your friend said, I have seen it happen. Very messy.”

Maeve looked to Alistair and then Fen’Asha whose expression was softer than she’d ever seen it.

Alistair didn’t look pleased or swayed.

Morrigan looked distrustful but not angry. Jowan squeezed Maeve’s hand gently. “He deserves a chance I suppose. I can’t advocate for killing someone who’s tied up at my feet. Even someone I don’t trust.”

“Jowan, do you see yourself in him?”Maeve asked him, looking into his eyes kindly but firmly.

“I do, a little.” The ex-tranquil sounded a bit embarrassed but he did not falter.

“Then he will live. We can protect him and in turn he can help us end the Blight. We don’t act out of vengeance.”

“You have my gratitude and my respect, Grey Warden. I will not disappoint.” The elf didn’t break eye contact with Maeve.

“Ah, yes. Well we should probably inspect our meals more closely from now on.” Morrigan said softly.

Alistair nodded. “We can finally agree on something!”

“Someone tell the Chantry, they need to put it on the calendar!” Jowan rolled his eyes and Maeve grinned at him softly.

“I hate to be rude but it would be difficult to fight darkspawn with my hands tied as they are-“ the assassin’s request was met with a scoff from Morrigan and a slight chuckle from Leliana.

“I can take care of that for you. But mind yourself. Not everyone trusts you. What is your name?” Ash asked.

“Zevran Arainai. Zev to my friends.” He replied as she got to work undoing the crude knots that bound the elf’s wrists. He sounded dazed and she knew better than to assume he was just tired.

“Need a hand?” Ash asked once he was free.

“I think Jowan knocked him on his arse a little.”

Kyle said with amusement in his tone.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. But I’ll do it again if you give me a reason.” Jowan said softly.

“Fair enough, mi amigo. Please help me be rid of this headache.”Zevran sounded more dazed.

“Okay, definitely has a concussion.” Ash placed a hand on the other elf’s forehead and pressed a thumb over the temple Jowan had struck and began to cast.

[bambsik]

(I need to start take more screenshots by myself I swear)

Redcliffe was... Definitely something.

Helping people in the village was propably the first time Helen didn't agreed with Morrigan. But she couldn't left them behind. She already saw a lost battle. She doesn't want to do this again.

But then, with Connor... She listened to Jowan about the ritual. She definitely wasn't going to ask for help in the Circle. And they had a willing participant. And Jowan is her best friend. The most important thing was to defeat that demon and she did it herself. Helen definitely feels more powerful now.

But what really sucked was Alistair reaction after they left. He comes to her, all calm and nice: "heeey, I want to talk to you about Redcliffe, I had the time to think about it" and THEN he starts screaming at her: "HOW DARE YOU, HOW COULD YOU MAKE THAT DECISION, I OWE EAMON MORE THAN THAT"

Yes, Alistair. YOU owe him more. I made that decision because YOU put me in charge. YOU didn't stop me.

First, you're putting in charge emotionaly unstable 18 yo mage who was Grey Warden for what? An hour? And then you're all bitter about it?

Helen definitely cried in her tent after that.

It is hard. She didn't imagine her fate to be like that after leaving the Circle. And she's travelling with who? Witch of the Wilds, who has interesting point of view but can be really ruthless, and doesn't really seem to want to make friendships; crazy Chantry lady; some former-templar asshole, who put all responsibility for poor Helen and then is mad about it; qunari who is apparently happy when she's insulting him and two strange dwarves. The only normal person is her dog.

[vigilskeep]

this jowan posting is absolutely sending me. he really said i will say yes to anything anyone asks of me no questions asked.

to be completely fair sure jowan poisoned someone because a legendary warrior asked him to but the warden drank poison because a legendary warrior asked them to so maybe they’re both just that way idk

[sinquisition]

I really wish the Circle Mage had the option at some point to straight up say "fuck you" to Irving's face.

Like just. Fuck you for caring more about making sure the chantry was blamed for Jowan and Lily's "dalliance" or w/e than about Jowan's fucking life. AND more about that than Amell/Surana's life because they still take a big chunk of the blame even if they narc on Jowan. These are people who are under your care. They did not choose to be there. Fuck you for allowing them to be driven to desperation to the point where they are forced to put their own lives in danger for a taste of freedom. Like obviously the Templars are also to blame but you do kind of get to bitch at Greagoir in a way you don't get to at Irving.

[laniardraws]

Continuation of this

[hexxalite-hecate]

In case you forgot just how fucking hard Dragon Age Origins went on the status of mages within 30 seconds on the mage origin...

They went SO FUCKING HARD OMG