#theharellan

[sulahnvhenan]

“I hope that is not an issue.” He lacks the shine of the Inquisitor, awarded now with a new title (he wonders if they prefer it to ‘Herald’). The hut smells faintly of death, and hearken back to the still mausoleum halls of days long past, where old friends set out on their final journey. He had come with questions then, as well.

“Thank you.” Solas nods in acknowledgment, leaning his staff that had carried him up the hill against the door frame, testing its balance before he lets go. “What were you doing before I arrived?”

"No. You are a welcome guest." So had the Thane declared, and so it was. Hrothar suspected, however, that Solas would not have stayed away had her decision been otherwise. He speaks with the gods as an old friend, and they are a constant companion to those of the hold. How could it be otherwise?

"Ah." A somber subject. He considers his hands, clean now despite their earlier task. "It is for me to prepare the dead for their journey to the Lady." The cloths used to cleanse the corpse lay stacked to one side, awaiting their end in fire. "Did you come to speak of death, wolf-kissed?" / @theharellan

#i had to repost this because of the new editor :/ #also we're going iconless until i find a fc i'm satisfied with #theharellan #wolf-kissed xoxoxoxo #hrothar / ic

[kiersau]

REVEALS: SPRING 2023 PENTIMENT FANWORK EXCHANGE

The inaugural Pentiment Fanwork Exchange has been revealed! We’ve added 23 works of art and fiction to the fandom. Thank you so much to everyone who participated, and especially to our pinch hitters. If you missed this round, I hope I can run another in the fall/winter.

If you enjoy these works, please consider leaving kudos and/or comments to the creators!

You can see all the works HERE! Masterlist with individual links under the cut.

ART

Sketching and Flower-picking by jouyato (Andreas & Caspar)

Summer in Prague/Evenings in Sion by appledecider (Esther/Magdalene and Rudeger/Mathieu)

On the hill above the town by triflingshadows (Brigita/Veronica)

Inky poke! by trustflowerrr (Esther/Magdalene)

Seasons by SaintVesuvius (Gnaziu & Grett & Ulrike)

Christmas Feast by tacccja (Kazimierz/Alexander)

It’s a Perfectly Normal Looking Cat by UncastShadow (Guy & Zdena)

Untitled by Gotnospleengene (Paul/Caspar)

The Descent of a Poor Sinner Through the Vine That Strangles Reason by thesnadger (Werner & Andreas)

Is there an end of the world? Or does the world simply end with us? by waterzooi (Magdalene & Andreas)

WRITING

Lunae Lumen by waterzooi (Gernot/Ferenc)

Thick as Thieves by Aikori_Ichijouji (Paul/Anna)

An Ounce of Beaten Gall by scribefindegil (Ulrike & Andreas & Mulleryn family) 

A Little More Light, A Little More Time by theladygeneral (Werner/Andreas)

A Bridge of Swords by theharellan (Illuminata/Zdena)

How to Disappear Completely (and Be Found) by athosity (Andreas/Claus)

August, 1544 by izzybeth (Andreas & Caspar)

tell me do you think it’d be all right by Eisoj5 (Werner/Andreas)

Long Upon the Land by azhdarchidaen (Paul & Caspar)

My Boy by Emby_M (Andreas & Caspar)

Chick as Thieves by athosity (Big Jorg & Veronica/Brigita)

another chance at life by testosterlonely (Magdalene & Andreas)

Contemplation and a Candle by lowkeywoodrow (Werner/Andreas)

#pentiment #pentiment fanwork exchange #pentiment fanart #pentiment fic

[ao3feed-rhaenicent]

#ao3feed #fanfic #rhaenicent #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd

[hopewrought]

GOTHIC LITERATURE

bold what applies. italicize what sometimes applies. repost, don’t reblog.

i.   DRACULA.   cold to the touch. flickering candles. cold breath upon your neck. billowing white gowns. midnight strolls.  pearl trimmed bands. indulging in your deepest desires. the fall from grace. the fear of outsiders. bloodstained sheets.  dark imaginations. something lurking in the shadows. the urge to run away.  glowing eyes in the darkness. the scent of garlic.  preying on the weak. the power to both bring and take life.

ii.   THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY.   old bookshelves. kisses on the hand. devotion to the finer things in life. prizing youth and beauty above all. paying the ultimate price. the pursuit of pleasure. blood red sins painted over in white snow. a drug-induced stupor. breaking the heart of the one you love.  losing what’s left of your humanity.

iii.   FRANKENSTEIN.   frantic sketches. the stench of something rotten. unorthodox beliefs. a scream from the woods.  candles burning out.  dangerous knowledge. contemplating existence. the crunch of leaves. the chill of winter in your bones. dark ambitions. prometheus reborn.  the contrast between life and death.

iv.   THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO.   false accusations. taking justice into your own hands. divine justice. elaborate schemes. playing upon others’ weaknesses. the solitude of the ocean. an ever-changing identity.  dissatisfaction in your life. an alienation from humanity. escaping from prison.

tagged by: @theharellan literally 4 years ago lmao tagging: @writtenrotten @bladedflower @eclipsecrowned @dalishborne no pressure tho and if you want to do this consider yourself tagged too!

#`☆▐▒░ | ᴘᴀss ɪᴛ ᴏɴ! |「dash games」

[ringneckedpheasant]

💘or 🐶 for Kiernan!

🐶Character with a pet

here he is with his cat papillon 🦋

#theharellan #answered #lavellan #inquisitor oc #dragon age: inquisition #da:i #dragon age #bioware #kiernan lavellan #marcusart

[kaaras-adaar]

@theharellan​ || lil starter 

“You look quite dashing all dressed up. Comfortable compared to most. I’d almost say this isn’t your first time.” 

#IC #Solas #theharellan #// you can totally ignore this if you won't i just saw your post and thought what the heck (:

[mercysought]

@theharellan​​ . ‘ just eat a bit of the sun to fill the sky, and you will feel empty no longer. ’ for elgar'nan . the language of thorns + black sails s3 . accepting

   “just eat a bit of the sun to fill the sky, and you will feel empty no longer.“

The voice is playful and Elgar’nan looks to the voice that has yet to take a shape. That is how he had come to think of it. That all, everything around them would do the same, would do it as he did: wrapped himself into a shape, into a form that fit. Where his voice was a rumbling against fabric instead of the whispering of the wind. Elgar’nan, whose name he had not chosen yet at that point, had thought of it. Dreamed it, truly. A form so large and loud, that it would bring all eyes to him. A form that would be impossible to ignore. He had dreamed it in forms of lightning and the loud flashes of bright, hot electricity rippling through light grey clouds. Its light spreading all across, from one side to the other and it felt right. 

The voice, his voice, heard from one side of the world to the next. Perhaps it was something that crossed worlds beyond their own. It is in that thought that he meets Da’Fen; though he himself does not have that name. Not yet.

Elgar’nan looks to the large orb of light and warm; he finds himself returning to it, time and time again. The word does not come easily and would not for many years, but the way that the young Elgar’nan hovers and clings to it is one of hunger. Deep, uncontrolled hunger.

And, ultimately, envy.

Warm, and powerful. And ever present.

It is thunder the first sound that awoke the world and with a kiss of the sun against the earth that he was born. That is what the stories would say. And much like many stories that came after, and many that were told before voices were truly able to ripple through the flesh (chosen or otherwise) it would be told that the Father grew envious of the Sun and forced his hand. An attack that prompted a defeat of the old for the new. Cycles, especially such as long as these which are spoken in these stories, are hard to keep track but they return with a vengeance.

The Sun kisses his face and he feels himself sway softly. So softly that if he was to release his thoughts fully, he was sure his physical form would disintegrate fully. Even as the warmth burnt through the form, any form that would later come, he still felt it. Craved it. And the curiosity had brought him there. 

All things would take shape, all things would choose to. From the beautiful trees to the earth that formed. To himself. If that was the case, then who was he? He kept returning to its warmth, to its light and waited while covering the light from escaping outside of his own form. Why should others get to enjoy it if they could not understand? If they could not even name the question?

No, he would be the first to know. To see them switch forms and know how. 

And the spirit who was not yet named Elgar’nan smiled to the one whose name would become Da’Fen. Smiled with sharp edges as it had always been, circling around the figure of the sun and in that moment the soft edges of his form curve into something akin to teeth.

   “It is not emptiness I am attempting to stave off.” and from within the southern edges of his figure turn a darker shade of grey; darker as he grew closer to the light, so close that he might eclipse itself of it. He would stretch his limbs in hug-like gesture “Are you not curious?”

A question that he knew would only draw the other closer; to talk as Elgar’nan’s vigil continued. More importantly, however, was to hear. To hear and to have his voice rumbling beyond their to others that would too come closer and listen. For centuries it had lasted, perhaps. 

Perhaps. Such things are hard to know.

Some stories would tell of Elgar’nan who in an act of rebellion had overthrown his father after an attempt on his life. Others would tell of the order of exile from the All-father, exiled to the Abyss with the only remnants of it being the warmth that rose from few springs. Others would tell that Elgar’nan had turned into a dragon and had eaten the sun piece by piece at exactly the same time for three days in a row: Always at dust when it was fully red. He had eaten with grinning teeth and ravenous victory in his eyes. He had eaten and devoured until all light and warmth was his and his alone.

   “just eat a bit of the sun to fill the sky, and you will feel empty no longer.“

Elgar’nan looks to the figure, a body that he chose with a voice that rumbled just as loudly as his own now. There is no more mirth in that tone, not like it had been so long ago. If Elgar’nan could close his eyes, full relax to the point where he might lose his own form, it felt like it had been just yesterday. His body does not betray any such things, it was a flat comment, without any weight but above all within their pantheon, within their family, Elgar’nan was perhaps the best that could identify the sharpness in that eye. The meanness of his grin.

The shadows deepen in the face of the All Father but he does not move. His shoulders remain straight, his eyes downcast to look to this jester that his wife enjoys the company of. To speak of consumption and temptation in such a manner to him, when he was the one that spoke them. 

Elgar’nan looks to the wolf statue, perfectly carved and made for them by June, to bless any and all of their celebrations; and then to his own cup of wine. For a second he looks to the curve that the veins in his hands made, the slight different of shade as they disappear into his crimson robes. The man rises and even as a whisper, despite the flesh that now wraps his body, his voice is still rumbling, still thunder as he leaves the cup and the table with only a single glance given.

   “It is not emptiness I am attempting to stave off.”

#theharellan #elgar'nan ( muses ) #raven received ( meme replies ) #( so uh.... this got really long ) #( b ut I LIKE IT ) #long post tw

[whocanretell]

@theharellan​

“Miraculous.” It wasn’t so much a statement as it is a huff of breath in the air hanging between them. Rivka, hands folded behind her back, yellow eyes wide, stared at the mages below them from their perch on a nearby cliff side. The procession back to Haven would take days, maybe weeks, but they were safe and complying as full allies of the Inquisition. “I expected I’d be dead by now,” they confessed, giving Solas a wry, sideways look. “There’s only two ways this ends for me and every moment I’m given is a gift from the Creators.” She laughed a brittle laugh. “What kind of gift it is remains to be seen, if I keep swinging for the fences.” Were there even fences for them to swing for anymore? After the visions from Alexius’s amulet and the time travel, the world may as well throw at them whatever it saw fit. Every companion she looked in the face now had the image of their grim, faded future selves superimposed over their features, red lyrium lines radiating ever so faintly in the backdrop of her vision. Unwilling to dwell until the prospect of self-medicating could put some distance between them, Rivka folded their hands behind their back. “Will you help me with them? The more we can teach them before Haven to support the healers and workers, the easier it will be to integrate them into the Inquisition.” And to justify to Cassandra and Cullen, much as Rivka was loathe to admit it. Roderick was a lost cause.

#theharellan #c: rivka #v: freedom hangs like heaven over everyone #[hey tas remember when i promised u this a million years ago] #[it's HAPPENING]

[aworldofyou]

       the image of Leliana looking down as Ser Pluck is sitting on @theharellan​ ‘s desk, and doing nothing to remedy the image of the bird poking him with his own paintbrush.

#[ leliana ] I've found peace in knowing the maker and nothing will change that. #theharellan #[ I WILL MAKE YOU.. A SMALL STARTER WHEN I WAKE UP AS PROMISED IM SORRY I DIDNT DO IT TONIGHT ] #[ but you can't tell me solas was not hassled by at least one bird ] #[ the raven is like 'friend? friend. i will both help you and harrass you because its fun' ] #[ also the name ? i just now made it up- listen she has dozens of ravens there is one likely called ser pluck ] #[ also hi again ] #[ LONG TIME NO WRITE FRIEND ] #[ my fault BUT ALAS I AM REMEDYING THAT ]

[drakonovisny]

a few days late but here's some much deserved positivity for you!! i adore the design of lahlas i think they're very sweet looking and i love how much they lean into pink (the best colour, and one i think solas looks good beside coincidentally). it’s always great to see you on my personal dash or in the notes of this blog, i love how you engage w/ the fandoms your a part of, and on a personal note i cannot express how grateful i am when you like/rb my work!

Oh goodness thank you so much!!! You're too kind 🥺😭💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖

#the first thing i saw after waking up #you made my day ;_; ♡ #i honestly adore your writing #and seeing you here is always a delight #ahhhhhhh i'm at loss of words #thank you for the ask! #theharellan #ilyyyyyyyy ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

[onlypositivesolas]

But look—he flicks his hand to the back of his neck. For such gesture one falls hopelessly in love for a lifetime.

Virginia Woolf

#theharellan

[5lazarus]

merrill & briala at the crossroads t h o :eyes:

my new favorite rarepair! thanks for the ask basically I’m looking at the fallout of Solas taking the eluvian network away from Briala, who was canonically using it to make sure elves in alienages across Orlais were fed despite the deprivations of civil war. I think Solas would be willing to negotiate with Briala, allowing her to use part of the network under his supervision, especially if she helped him--and I think he’d be amused watching her watch Merrill try to break his hold over the mirrors. and that’s the background of Briala & Merrill’s first date--heading back to elvhen neighborhood of Halamshiral through the eluvians, complaining about the deus ex machina, talking about religion and culture and the way forward for their people.  a teaser, under the cut:

They work quietly, under the Dread Wolf’s eyes. Merrill and Briala are caught between the surveillance of two different statues’ eyes. Fen’Harel wishes to repent for seizing the eluvian network without warning, stranding Briala’s agents and cutting off aid to alienages and clans throughout Thedas. He has given them one base and one crossroads. Briala wants more. She wants everything: but for now, she is content to bite the hand that feeds her. He watches through the statues as Merrill recalibrates the eluvians in their name. Electricity courses through the mirror and stings Merrill’s grasping hand. “Fenhedis lasa,” she curses, shaking her hand. Briala approaches. Merrill glances up at her. “I can’t lock him out. It’s not even a matter of rewiring the lyrium circuit, it’s just a matter of will.” Briala crouches next to her and squints at the lyrium spreading like a spider’s web over the glass surface of the mirror. “Do you need more lyrium? Can you brute-force your way through?” Merrill says, “Maybe you can. Or Lavellan.” They hear both statues creak as they turn on their plinths, activated by the Inquisitor’s name. Briala sighs. “Finish up,” she orders. It is useful to confirm what Briala already guessed: the Dread Wolf is fishing for information about the Inquisition. Perhaps things with Lavellan in particular are not as resolved as either side has said. Briala grimaces and pulls herself up, dusting her hands off on her tunic. Loving the enemy is not easy. She hopes it goes worse for them than it did for her and Celene. Merrill stops to neatly and methodically pen her notes down.

#ask #wip #merrill/briala #theharellan

[chiefambassador-archive]

for @theharellan​​  —

The situation with Lady Verice has been handled for the time being.  Josephine had been damage control; however, she was rather surprised to find that the circumstances did not call for much of it.  She supposes that ‘surprise’ is a poor choice of words.  After all, Solas is a cautious man by nature, and it does not shock her in the slightest that he managed to smother the impending fire of the conflict as opposed to fanning the flames.  She admires many aspects about him, yet his even-keeled character remains one of the foremost qualities she reveres.

For peace of mind and to sate her own curiosity, she has invited Solas to her office the following morning to discuss the matter further.  The ambassador is interested to know of the moments which led to the dissolution of the once-civil conversation.  She has no intentions of admonishing or even cautioning Solas, though.  She respects his mind and his temperament enough to believe with the utmost certainty that he understands the delicate touch that is required with nobility.  He needs no talking-to as though he is Sera.  Josephine only wants to hear his side of the events and, selfishly, to check in with him, too.

A tea set has been provided, but only one of them is actually drinking tea.  Josephine has prepared masala tea for herself, while another pot has been provided for Solas.  Inside is hot cocoa, while smaller units around the pot itself contain milk and cinnamon.  The heat can be seen rising from both of the spouts, offering dueling aromas from both the tea spices and the cocoa.  

Meanwhile, Josephine has risen from her chair to glance absentmindedly out the window nearest her desk with her hands at her back.  She appears deep in thought, though she can’t ascertain a main subject matter.

#theharellan #[ ♛ ] the blossoms slept — i sought a place where nothing lovely grew » verse: inquisition.

[hopewrought]

#tevinterstoleeverything

#theharellan #archontem #`☆▐▒░ | ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ᴘɪᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ ᴇɢɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ |「crack」 #( bc i love u both i had to ) #( he's reclaiming and i love that for him ) #( don't reblog if you're not tas or gaia pls )

[ringneckedpheasant]

2, 4, 5, 9 for the art meme!

2) why do you like to draw?

my main reasons are:

i have to make the content i want to see

i like attention

i like seeing hot men and i have the power to draw them

i like having a hobby that requires relatively low brain power and that i can do while i listen to music/audiobooks/podcasts or watch tv, because i otherwise have a hard time focusing on those things if i don't have something to occupy my hands

it feels nice to make things

4) fave artists/idols?

dividing this into like, famous artists and then people i know of bc of social media, but:

yoshitaka amano, john singer sargent, john william waterhouse, alphonse mucha, james gurney, CLAMP

@iliothermia, @kevinwada, @beetledrink, @wiltkingart, @deuxdel, @hookieduke @/felixdeon, @/fero_feritas, @/nabihaiderali

5) your proudest artwork?

it's usually just whatever my most recent big project was, which in this case is this:

but i'm also pretty pleased with my anders zine piece that i can't show anyone yet bc the zine hasn't gone on sale 😭

9) best compliment you've gotten?

my favorite thing to hear, always, is people saying that they in some way feel seen by the art that i make, which is usually a comment i get on my trans art, or art where kiernan is being Visibly Autistic

#theharellan #ask game #answered

[oftevinter]

theharellan replied to your photo “I’m not saying that you should call Nick out on his shit, but you...”

Every so often Nick says something that reminds me of the fact that at one point Bioware were debating whether Solas should remove low approval Inquisitor's arms by dragging it through an eluvian and shutting it off

.....  Well then ....  @theharellan

#theharellan #( ooc tag. ) #/i just CHOKED