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В какой раз я перепрохожу DAO...
i drew the DA:O LIs as little kids once a long time ago and i wanted to do it again because sometimes the very thought of it makes me wanna cry
Forever convinced bg3 is just dao for a modern audience. Here's my reasons as comparisons between party members:
Morrigan/Shadowheart: trauma goth girls
Leliana/Shadowheart: religion + flowers = adorkable loser that's obsessed w/you
Alistair/Wyll: precious cinnamon rolls that are too good for the rest of us (but with ✨secrets✨)
Alistair/Gale: will kill you with awkwardness and kindness (and maybe cheese)
Alistair/Astarion: pretty hair bois
Zevran/Astarion: elves with KNIVES and sexy accents
Sten/Lae'zel: dude with big sword that doesn't understand local customs
Dog/Scratch/Owlbear: this one's obvious
Wynne/Jaheira: easily the smartest person in the group, will totally judge when you fuck up, gives great mom advice
Leliana/Karlach: would definitely love to shop together, Karlach would prob think Leli's sense of style is nuts tho (she seems more practical to me idk and we all know what Orlesians are like)
Morrigan/Halsin: turns into bear, is scary
Angry goth + happy go lucky jesus lady = traumatized sassy girl that likes dogs
i've connected the dots
The city burns. The archdemon’s roar shakes the earth. At the heart of the battle, Genevieve Cousland stands at the edge of fate, knowing there is only one path left to take. The Calling whispers in her blood, in her bones. There is no future beyond this moment - only the choice to make her death mean something. She carves her way toward the end she always knew was waiting for her, and when the time comes, when steel and fire and destiny collide, she does not hesitate.
Far behind her, King Alistair watches as the woman he loves disappears into the storm. By the time he reaches her, it is too late.
Soil in the dirt, blood to feed it, bones to build it, flame to purge it. In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice.
day 21! smol dragon age character is leliana squared
The Advisor
Drawn on Paintberri
Halloween noodle
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My favorite baby from Lelianas' clutch this year bein spoopy :')
heres some more badly formatted DAI doodles since the last ones did surprisingly well (ignoring the fact its been like a year since I last posted)
most of them are about iron bull bc I play dragon age games like theyre complicated dating sims
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Happy Friday! For DADWC, how about "Sing for me?" from the Dragon Age Inspired Prompts for Warden/Leliana?
Thank you for this prompt! For @dadrunkwriting
My Warden in this one is Rose Tabris, who uses she/her pronouns.
The day has been exhausting and Rose is at the end of her rope. Her body’s sore and her head is full from the day’s events. All she wants is to curl up in a bed and go to sleep.
But of course she can’t even be that lucky. She doesn’t have a bed, she has a bedroll on the floor of a tent. She can’t even have a nice fire to warm herself by because it decided to rain as soon as they started making camp. So she gets to be exhausted, sore, and drenched on top of everything else.
She wants to scream. She wants to curse the Maker she doesn’t believe in for putting her through such an overwhelmingly shitty day. Instead, she sits in her tend and stews in her frustration, annoyance radiating off of her in waves.
“Are you alright?” Leliana asks, her voice honey-sweet with concern. “I know today was tough for you.”
Rose rolls her eyes. “No shit,” she mutters. “Did I do the right thing?”
“With the werewolves?” Leliana cocks her head to the side. “Do you think you did the right thing?”
Rose swallows. “I don’t know,” she admits. “When Zathrian told me what those monsters did to his children, I was so angry.” She still is, can still feel the way her heart thrums with her rage at the knowledge of what humans have always done to elves — to her people. She may not have been raised among the Dalish, but that gives her even more insight on the cruelty of humans.
She doesn’t know what to do with her anger. It’s always been a part of her, living deep inside of her heart for so long that she doesn’t know who she would be without it. She’s always known herself to be an angry person because she’s had to be to survive. What purpose does that anger serve now when her decisions cost lives?
“But you did not kill the werewolves,” Leliana points out. “You let them be cured despite your rage.”
“I didn’t want to. I wanted to let them suffer forever.” Rose pulls her knees to her chest, her hair falling in front of her face. “But they weren’t the ones who actually did those things. They were just the children of those monsters and their children’s children. The descendants of horrible people who did horrible things.”
Leliana sits beside her, placing a hand on Rose’s knee. “I think you did well in recognizing that.”
“But I still– I still wanted them to suffer!” Rose can’t keep it to herself anymore. “There was a moment when I still thought they should keep their curse, that they should suffer for all time. What their ancestors did was so unforgivable I thought– I thought what’s to stop their children from being the same as them? Humans have done so much harm and have hurt so many people that just the thought of it makes me so– so angry.”
“You have the right to be angry.” Leliana says in the same patient tone. “But not all humans are the same as one another.”
Rose wants to snap that most are. That most humans she’s known have been cruel and selfish monsters who deserve no less than the fate Zathrian gave those original humans who hurt his clan. But she doesn’t know how true that is anymore, if the bad humans still outnumber the good.
Even the good humans have gaps in their knowledge of how things are for those like her. Even the good humans don’t understand their own privilege and they say things that to them sound perfectly acceptable while making Rose cringe away. Even Leliana — quite possibly the love of Rose’s life — doesn’t always comprehend that the things she says can be harmful.
Rose just sighs, the war in her mind making it difficult for her to think clearly. “I’m too tired for this,” she says. “Can you just… sing for me? Please?”
Leliana smiles and nods. “Of course.” She wraps an arm around Rose and pulls her close. Her lips part and she begins singing in that soft, sweet voice. Rose relaxes in her arms in a way she’d never thought she’d be able to relax for anyone and she allows that voice to carry her into sleep.