#or the hushed whispers

[serapheseraphim]

Today’s thoughts: pogtopia is haunted

[elfcollector]

DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION (2014) — in hushed whispers.

[illusivesoul]

"Your intentions ceased to matter when my people were threatened" is such a hard and powerful line, and I feel the fandom is sleeping on it.

Queen Anora Mac Tir, my beloved. They could never make me hate you.

[hushhushchild]

Some various concepts of gender neutral monsterfucking, to get those juices flowing. I hope you enjoy, lovelies. Your werewolf boyfriend, who normally is the smaller of the two. Outside of that one special night a month, he's demure and sweet and loving. Everyone who knows you think he's the on the receiving end of his larger partner, but every full moon, he awakens a primal lust and a larger stature to match. Luckily, nobody's noticed the bite marks or limping the day after. Getting subtly drunk on pheromones every time your blind date shifts his spot. At first, he seemed plain weird, and you might pretend to go to the bathroom and call an Uber. When you return, you can't help a placid, dumb smile from melting onto your features. He's sleazy, yet in a charming way. Before long, you're enraptured in his every word, leaning your head into his neck to get an even more potent dose of his sweet musk. You hardly complain when he guides you to the bench seat of his truck. It's far too late to pull back now... especially when he reveals his rock-hard, leaking cock. Its taste is even more potent than his musk. You find yourself bobbing your head frantically on his shaft as he grips your hair. Please, please, please, your body screams. Desperate. Your eyes don't even seem to register when his true form reveals itself, to be that of a fae prince. Nor do you seem to mind.

Househunting is a chore, especially on a collegiate budget. When you find a standalone, multi-floor house for the price of a cheap condo, you don't think twice about the warning the realtor gave you. The last owner left within two months, citing paranormal nonsense. It's a steal, poltergeist be damned. Naturally (or supernaturally), your things wind up places you could've sworn you never touched. It slowly worsens over the first week or two - ghostly whispers and floral scents - until you finally give in. "What do you want?" You cry out to the house. It responds. Your dildo, thought to have been lost in the move, seems to have reappeared on your newly made sheets. Do with it what you will...

[notebooks-and-laptops]

I just. I really hate that Solas is a companion you can take on In Hushed Whispers. And I Do Not Know exactly how they would have gotten around it but are you telling me that Solas - the Elven god - would just...let himself become a red lyrum growing factory? Like. Yes he's underpowered but hey u know what powers up makes like nothing else? Lyrum. And he's got the powerful stuff IN HIM. yeah he hates the blight and all things surrounding it but he's ambitious and he's driven do you REALLY think that if he had no other option he wouldn't use it? And like. He also needs time to build power fine but it's been a YEAR. After three years he can create a mind blast that goes on for MILES are you telling me he doesn't have the power to...unlock a door and kill most people in that building a year later?

I just hate it it feels so...just wrong to me? Like it just doesn't feel like it would happen? Especially as Solas is so concerned when you get back into the modern timeline that you hung out with future him. And I just...I just believe wholeheartedly that the future Solas wouldn't be there he wouldn't be waiting for you to rescue him he would find a way - god even if it meant defecting to Corephyus to work from the inside to get his goals. That guy would not be there

[choccy-zefirka]

"It's what they do"

[wrenhavenriver]

Maybe I've just gone mad.

[alchemicaladarna]

A list of people that are CANONICALLY missing on the island for no reason in particular! :)

q!Quackity: kidnapped and drowned by the Federation beneath their offices possibly brainwashed to be Elq instead of replaced/cloned but we're not gonna talk about that rn.

q!Etoiles: followed the code into the nether and is stuck inside the hellish dimension to retrieve a, presumably, op shield.

q!Jaiden: kidnapped Cucurucho/Osito Bimbo and is touring it around Japan is willingly staying within a Federation facility to help cucurucho/osito bimbo for a "few days".

q!Pac: (kidnapped by the code???) teleported to drown in an ocean.

this week was certainly something

[dragonageconfessions]

CONFESSION:

It was fairly obvious at least to me that Solas was going to be an antagonist just by what he says to Lysas when you are at Redcliffe.

"Sometimes to achieve the world one desires, one must take regrettable measures."

[a-morrigan-loving-brosca]

People talk about the lack of interactions between Fiona and Alistair in Inquisition and they are RIGHT but what I did not remember was that at the end of In Hushed Whispers Alistair straight up tells Fiona to leave Ferelden. They do have one interaction and it's Alistair (unknowingly ?) telling his own mother to get out of the country. How devastating it must be for Fiona ? Like not only she, and all the other mages she's trying to protect, are kicked out of the place they thought they could stay, but the one to take that decision is your only son with whom you could never had any interactions.

[teamdilf]

Re: In Hushed Whispers ask

Solas specifically said that the veil was ‘shattered’ which implies that it wasn’t taken down properly so much as it was left in an irreparable state. It has not been taken down, but neither is it serving its function.

I’m willing to bet Solas was honest with us about those wards he asked us is activate. I think he needs the Veil to retain as much of its integrity as possible so he can preformed what is effectively a controlled demolition. Taking the Veil down will have its consequences regardless, but he’s trying to do exactly as he said. He’s trying to do so while sparing as many lives as he can in the process. I don’t think this was always the plan. He has a very low opinion of Thedas when we meet him, which is understandable. We may not see what he went through on that first year, but we have enough context to know that most of Thedas sees people like him (mages, elves, spirits & sympathizers) as undeserving of basic civil rights if not populations to be actively hunted and destroyed. From his perspective, modern Thedas was an unsalvageable nightmare that needed to end as soon as possible.

But by the end of DAI he’s already begun to have second thoughts regardless of his relationship with the Inquisitor, and begins to see that there are still good and decent people left in Thedas. This reinforces his desire to do what he feels is ultimately best for the world while simultaneously making him question wether there might be a way to spare as many of its current inhabitants as people. It’s been pointed out that the blade used in his ritual appears to work as a sort of precision instrument. He uses it carefully and deliberately, like a surgeon with a scalpel. Contrast this with the relative blunt force instrument that was the Orb/Anchor. Instead of violently ripping the Veil apart, he is taking pains to follow through with his plan in the safest and most manageable way he is currently aware of.

TLDR; What we saw in Hushed Whispers was a worst case scenario in which the Veil is not taken down, but shredded and left to bleed like an open wound. Conversely, Solas is attempting to take the Veil down as cleanly as is possible. As I said above, it’s a controlled demolition, like taking down a condemned building riddled with tetanus and asbestos. It’s gotta come down, but it needs to come down the right way.

Agreed. I do think that, even with the orb, Solas’ efforts would have been less messy than the breach expanding, shattering the veil and forcing demons through it, but I also get the impression he’s being far more careful now than he would have been before the events of inquisition!

[skipping--tiles]

mine and my friend's beautiful judge drawings

[elfcollector]

DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION (2014) — in hushed whispers.

[roguetrevelyan]

In Hushed Whispers.

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[hushhushchild]

—NSFW Imagines—

Gender neutral reader, spicy, not smut

I seem to have picked up a slight fascination for… “rare” monsters in monsterfucking. Of course, the odd werewolf or minotaur fills my need most times. But there’s something so delectable about something novel, a unique flavor to sate my appetite. I might even elaborate on them later…

Needless to say, I’ve compiled a few of these, from savory to sweet. I hope you enjoy, my lovelies.

~Witch~

A new bakery just opened down the block! In a rather slow part of the city, any new development (let alone a bakery) catches your eye. It’s a quaint little shop. A chime greets your entrance. Ivy drapes from pots, indie music wafts through the air. And the owner herself, looking every last bit of the manic pixie dream girl.

Maybe she thought you were cute… slipped something into a pastry or some of the coffee served…

Maybe you just keep seeming to run into her. Grocery stores, banks, your own job. As if by fate.

Her spells could trap you, tempt you, tangle you up.

And the worst thing is… you don’t seem to care.

>Robot<

Ladies and gentlemen, the future of innovation has finally arrived! Our top scientists have managed to distill complex artificial intelligence into that of a physical form! With a simple at-home setup, you too could have an android! Whether it helps out in cooking or cleaning, teaching the kiddos, or being a good friend, our machines will do anything in their power to make you satisfied.

Suppose the robot you got was… mildly defective. It never got an update patch, which was designed to prevent the AI from learning too novel of behaviors.

Suppose it determined that what would make you happiest is fulfilling your deepest, darkest fantasies.

Suppose that this robot never slows down. Never needs to eat, or sleep, or even breathe. Spending all its time making your life a hellish heaven.

“Mimic”

Did you… always have two water bottles? Or, for that matter, two of the same stewpots? For some reason, it seems that instead of things going missing, you’re getting duplicates. And it’s getting worse.

When did your things start to move around the house without you noticing? You could’ve sworn that you left them one place, and you’re not the forgetful sort. It’s not like you have a roommate…

Say, when did you get a second vibrator? And why is that one oh-so-more intense?

%Fungus%

The air, deep in the forest, has a different smell. Not exactly floral, not exactly woody, not exactly earthy. It’s sweet, but the asphalt-sweet that reminds you of summer.

It’s growing thicker, more pungent. While it once was a gentle note in the bouquet of the forest, it slowly grows to overtake the moss and leaves. You don’t even notice when you wander off the path.

Your brain feels like it was dipped in sparkling water. It’s not hard to think, per se. It just… refuses to. The request never loads. A hazy static hangs over anything else.

You’re a perfect prey for the spores, before you even realize what you’re inhaling,

[hellomehlo]

me running on less than 6 hours’ sleep: