Anders Was Right

[Anders Was Right]

[bribinart]

tears of the prophets 👁⚪️
(prints)

here's a little wind-down paint from this week!!!

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[mothers-and-fuckers-of-the-jury]

the traveling trinkets wagon is in town :) pick your purchase.

a small glass jar full of dried rose petals

incense cones and a small stone bowl to burn them in

an oracle deck wrapped in a scarf, no box to be found

a silver candlestick holder with one black candle resting in it

a star shaped woven basket of rocks

a chunk of quartz a little larger than the size of a human heart

a piece of driftwood that looks like an eye

a red paisley curtain with a few odd stains

a smooth, polished ball of amethyst

a jar full of what looks to be fortune cookie slips of paper

there is no guarantee the trinkets are not cursed. choose at your own risk. reblog to keep the trinket shop traveling.

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[against-stars]

take comfort in the certainty that you are loved

just thinkin bout adaar’s tal-vashoth parents

[Anders Was Right]

[jewish-mulder]

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[feymaid]

I trust you.

[calicostorms]

[ID: A thighs up drawing of a black dwarven woman and Zevran kissing each other. She is wearing boxers and purple toned fabric over the chest. She has many purple toned tattoos over her arms and face in an angular style. Her hair is white and long with a slight curl and is tied up. Zevran is leaning down to hold her face in his hands. Behind them is a purple sky /END ID]

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[only-tiktoks]

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[zevsurana]

ANDERS: [set up to sound like an afterthought, but slightly too forced for one] You should take Sebastian with you today.

KEIR: [pauses in the doorway] Sebastian.

ANDERS: Is that so unlikely?

KEIR: Coming from you?

ANDERS: Well. As much as I hate to admit he’s of any use, he’s Elthina’s. Meredith would hesitate, if it came to it.

KEIR: I’m not headed for a fight.

ANDERS: Oh, no, just the Gallows. No need for me to worry, right?

KEIR: [affectionate] I’ll take him.

ANDERS: Thank you. I love you.

KEIR: You know how I feel about getting him out of the Chantry. Doing him a favour. [feels something is being left unsaid, not sure what] You keep writing and we both know I’ll be home safe before you look up and realise I’m gone.

ANDERS: I think I’m finished with the writing, for now.

KEIR: Heading to the clinic?

ANDERS: …

KEIR: Anders?

ANDERS: The real work has to be done sometime, right?

KEIR: Don’t burn yourself out.

ANDERS: [non-committal hum] I’ll see you when it’s over, love. Speaking of which, aren’t you going to be late?

KEIR: [glances at the sun through the window, realises the time] Oh, Maker’s bloody mercy— [Leans over, presses a very quick kiss to the greying hair at Anders’ temple, grabs his weapons, starts to leave, talks fast as he goes.] Eat something, for my blighted sake, and tell the Darktown lads from me, they walk you home or they never fucking walk again, I’ll swear to it—

ANDERS: Hawke—

KEIR: [already gone, shouts as he leaves the hall] Bodahn, make sure he eats!

BODAHN: [from a distance] Yes, messere!

[The front door slams.]

conversations had on the morning of the day of the chantry explosion

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[ink-fever]

“For example: A writer sets out to write science fiction but isn’t familiar with the genre, hasn’t read what’s been written. This is a fairly common situation, because science fiction is known to sell well but, as a subliterary genre, is not supposed to be worth study—what’s to learn? It doesn’t occur to the novice that a genre is a genre because it has a field and focus of its own; its appropriate and particular tools, rules, and techniques for handling the material; its traditions; and its experienced, appreciative readers—that it is, in fact, a literature. Ignoring all this, our novice is just about to reinvent the wheel, the space ship, the space alien, and the mad scientist, with cries of innocent wonder. The cries will not be echoed by the readers. Readers familiar with that genre have met the space ship, the alien, and the mad scientist before. They know more about them than the writer does. In the same way, critics who set out to talk about a fantasy novel without having read any fantasy since they were eight, and in ignorance of the history and extensive theory of fantasy literature, will make fools of themselves because they don’t know how to read the book. They have no contextual information to tell them what its tradition is, where it’s coming from, what it’s trying to do, what it does. This was liberally proved when the first Harry Potter book came out and a lot of literary reviewers ran around shrieking about the incredible originality of the book. This originality was an artifact of the reviewers’ blank ignorance of its genres (children’s fantasy and the British boarding-school story), plus the fact that they hadn’t read a fantasy since they were eight. It was pitiful. It was like watching some TV gourmet chef eat a piece of buttered toast and squeal, ‘But this is delicious! Unheard of! Where has it been all my life?’”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, Genre: A Word Only a Frenchman Could Love
(via queenofattolia)

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[miraculan-draws]

Meredith...is such a good villain. She's so perfectly nasty. She's real but she's just campy enough. She dresses herself to look like Andraste. The god complex of it all.

And Hawke by act 3 being so...not COCKY bc that implies some falsehood. Apostate Hawke, in act 3, knOWS, has PROVED time and time again, that they are Apostate Number One. There is no bigger fish to fry. Hawke knowing, with every conversation, that it will come down to them vs Meredith in the ring. And they are SALIVATING for it. And Meredith can't do anything!! Money is power. Hawke is backed by the nobility. Hawke is backed by the Fereldans. Hawke is backed by the Underworld. She can't move against them like she would any Lowtown apostate. And HAWKE KNOWS OHHHH THEY LOVE RUBBING IT IN HER FACE THEY'RE PRACTICALLY FLAUNTING IT. THE PSYCHOLOGICAL WAR FARE. The "We'll catch up at the Gallows, knight-commander, I've been eagerly awaiting a duel with you." THE FUCKER THAT KILLED THE ARISHOK IN SINGLE COMBAT??? fuck I love them. One of the tastiest rivalries in the series is Meredith vs. Mage Hawke.

(And while Meredith is too busy being pissed at Hawke for being King Bitch, Anders and Thrask are basically emptying the Gallows right under her nose. He is being a cunt for the People.)