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I walked into your dagger for the last time in a row // It's like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow
You can't seem to hold me here // You can't seem to let me go
So I can't find surrender, can't keep control
#dai dushan#dragon age inquisition#dragon age#dai#dragon age dreadwolf#inquisitor trevelyan#dorian pavus#pavelyan#solamance#kinda
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Just realized I haven't posted this here yet...
So excited to finally share the full piece I did of the Dread Wolf himself for @solamancyzine 🐺✨
It truly was a dream to work alongside the amazing artists, writers, and organizers behind this project! 💖
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Teenage Exocolonist Kids: How would they be as Jedi?
Sol: Our nonbinary icon is THE Jedi, especially after Transcendence. Goes on a long multi-lifetime journey to learn to accept there are things they cannot change and tragedies they cannot avoid is PEAK Jedi story. Definetly Master/Councilor material
Tangent/Tang: Eh, Tangent would probably not be a very good Jedi when it comes to active duty. She struggles with empathy which is a core Jedi value, but I think Jedi training would help her come to terms with her identity in a very helpful way. Definitely a more "stays at the Temple and researches/debates" type Jedi than one who goes out on active field work.
Cal/Recalcitrance: My gentle, plant-loving pacifist husband is PRIME Jedi material! Definitely head of the AgriCorps and teaches the younglings about cool plants from across the Galaxy on his off days. Man is literally great for the role of a Jedi. He's a Master, but probably not on the Council as he has no patience for politics.
Nem/Anemone: Eh... I do not think Nem would be a very good Jedi. Too angry, too attached to the memories of her loved ones. Relaly I see her more as a nat-born soldier or a light-aligned Bounty Hunter who works with the Jedi, but doesn't really get them. Not to say she's bad, but if she were trained as a Jedi she'd probably Fall at some point. However, I do think she'd make her way back to the Light eventually, with help. But, I don't see my girl as a very good Jedi.
Dys/Dysthymia: Dys would be a good Jedi... but only in certain circumstances. Definitely a Jedi Shadow, but with how he fails to get along with others I can't see him doing traditional Jedi things. However, he does have an instinctive knowledge of letting go. But, I do see his inability to feel fear as a detriment. Jedi train to overcome their fear and at in spite of it, but since Dys can't feel fear, i feel he would be missing a key piece of Jedi education. Not good.
Marz/Marzipan: Marz, actually would be a GREAT Jedi! Granted, not a very conventional one, with her love of the spotlight and drive to succeed, I see her as the Jedi's Liason to the Senate, as one of the few of the Order with a head for Politics. This lady would have the Senate and the Media eating out of her hand, giving the Jedi a sterling reputation. While she struggles with passion in some cases, I think she could easily overcome it!
Tammy/Aspartame: Did someone say Creche MasteR? Because this lovely lady is a Creche-Master! She would not only be great at caring for the Younglings, she's treasure every moment of working with them and readying them for the journeys ahead. And is Definetly secretly a Master and a badass, she actively chooses not to kick people's asses. Peace and love, baby.
Vace/Olivaceous: Not a good Jedi. At all. Too proud, too full of ambition and vainglory to hack it as one of the Servants of the Republic. Probably a Mandalorian, honestly, and a neutrally aligned one. If he were to become a Jedi he would fall. Period. He's too much like Anakin, too focused on his own glory and power to understand the Jedi Way.
Nomi-Nomi/Nomination: I'm...honestly at a loss, here. I think Nomi would make a very... weird Jedi? But a good one, probably? They're definitely kind and compassionate enough to be a Jedi, but they struggle with attachment so... probably a mid-ranked Knight who's a Smash Hit with the Younglings. Probably the first Jedi Twitch Streamer.
Rex/Basorexia: Honestly? Rex'd be a good Jedi. No in-depth explanations here, just vibes. Definitely Jedi material
#i was a teenage exocolonist#iwate#iwatex#iwatx#Sol#Solamence#Tangent#Tang#Cal#Recalcitrance#Nem#Anemone#Dys#Dysthymia#Marz#Marzipan#Tammy#Aspartame#Vace#Olivaceous#Nomi nomi#Nomination#Rex#Basorexia#Vertuma#Jedi#Star Wars#Jedi code#Star Wars AU
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more of them
#hazel speaking#w101#wizard101#wizzy101#wizzy fandom#wizzyblr#i already forgot the tags. just take ‘em#astral#shadow#solamancy#stellemancy#lunomancy
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this has probably already been said and im probably stating the obvious, but its the little details in dialogue of the removal of vallaslin that gets me the most bc no one mentions anything about your origin
its like like the first they see about a lavellan inq. (w. vallaslin) is obviously the tattoos. people think "oop dalish" as soon as they see lavellan but they automatically also have to include "dalish are assholes but you seem cool" and that's probably throughout the main story and dlcs.
but through the solasmance, after the removal of the vallaslin, no one says anything. no one mentions their experience with the dalish, the treatment of dalish and vice versa, and other stuff. instead, they go on to talk about whatever their present issue is.
there's no comment bc you're just that. the inquisitor, the herald of andraste, savior of the south, and all those fancy titles that come with a magic hand. youre compassionate, kind, wise, and brave.
and that is why it hurts to think that this was what solas wanted by wanting to remove her vallaslin.
you are more than these tattoos, and other people should see that first. to see what he sees.
#solavellen hell#solavellan#solas x lavellan#im brainrotting#lmaooooooo no but listen#this makes me sad#dai#dragon age#and solas did it too obvs but a solamance inky probably noticed that
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Hey does anyone have the animatic of the creature please🙏?
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Meet Solam! She’s a quantum physics major who joins Wild Ventures after her classmate Gab (Gabbro) talks her into it. She’s excited and ready for adventure!
Some Facts:
Solam uses a text-to-speech device as well as sign language; I’m not sure if she’s mute or has trouble speaking or something else, but she gets by well enough.
She plays piano! She brought a keyboard from home and set it up in her dorm room as soon as she could.
Her favourite animals are goats :) Some of her other favourite things are science, mysteries, and learning.
Solam is fairly tall and has a habit of walking on her toes.
#my art#outer wilds au#morning; 14.3 billion years later#outer wilds solanum#not me delaying posting this because i was trying to figure out#things she does or doesn’t like#which i *still* have nothing for btw#girl what don’t you like#also! her hijab is styled after the nomai masks#with the back mirroring the oxygen tank#her outfit as a whole is supposed to look like her suit#i’ll do a post with the whole gang at some point#morning (solam)
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Finally posting the story I wrote for the @solamancyzine! Hope you all enjoy!
#Solas#solas x inquisitor#solas dragon age#solavellan#solavellan angst#fanfiction#solamancy zine#solamancy 2022#solamancyzine#fan zine
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Our final round of digital PDF sales is finally open! Please be sure to consult our FAQ before donating, and get your donation in before 24th at 12am (00:00) EST. You can find our FAQ here: http://solamancyzine.tumblr.com/faq
#solamancy zine 2021#solamancy 2022#solas#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#solavellan#solas dragon age#fanzine#solamancy#solamancyzine#solamancy zine
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Dushan laugs, the sound roaming deep and warm in Solas' face. The man never keeps his distance. Always back to back, nose to nose, in the heat of battle or a drunken night. It makes his frame seem larger than life, brighter, so much more. "Felt the whole world change?"
"A figure of speech."
Dushan shakes his head. Laughs again, shorter, quieter, softer, smaller. Leans in even closer, squinting his eyes in a deeply amused manner.
Solas wants to flee. He doesn't admit to it again, holding his ground.
"A figure of speech," Dushan repeats after him, face open and mockingly curious.
So Solas tries again. "You changed everything."
There's something in his eyes, utterly tired and utterly angry, a wounded creature Solas can't quite make sense of. He walked his dreams a dozen times and yet, as the Inquisitor turns away and clicks his tongue, Solas finds himself wanting to see even more. A desperate thought.
"Sweet talker that you are."
A moment of quiet stillness and then a hand grips his hip, drawing him in swiftly. It's awkward, their teeth clacking together and Dushan's hair getting between them in a way that makes the kiss break apart in a second. There's guilt and a sudden flush of shame and Solas reaches out to palm away the wild strands from his face before they have time to think more. It's a lost fight, the way the hand moves up to his back and slides down, following the curve of his spine, anchor burning the touch like open fire and Solas gasps into strange lips. He traces the man's brow, his cheek, finds the heavy bone of his chin buried under coarse hair. Finds the ears, unfamiliar to the touch, smaller and tender and rounder, but Dushan pushes his elbow up until Solas' hand slips and grips the neck. Dushan pulls him in closer, Solas pulls on him too, lickings into his mouth with some quiet insanity.
I want to love you. Gods know I want to.
Solas pushes his way out with a barely audible "no, no" and Dushan blinks in a daze. Doesn't reach for it, a searching hand carefully frozen in the air.
"No?"
"We shouldn't. It isn't right. Not even here."
They flee apart without much to it. The Inquisitor clears his throat, lost fingers digging into his scalp for a second, gaze wandering somewhere above as Solas watches the snow set on his shoulders.
"Even here?"
"Where do you think we were?"
He takes his last liberty in the false safety of his room. The hair, as much of a mess, covers Dushan's face as he jolts his head uneasily on the couch. Solas hooks the strands behind his ears once again, kissing the broken line between his eyebrows with dry lips.
The fade makes him restless. The voices from the tower above grow louder. Solas cracks his knees, getting up, and grabs a mug from his table as Dushan almost tumbles down from the couch with a gasp.
Solas smiles.
"Sleep well?"
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Lesson 3: So How Do I Verbs (And Sometimes Nouns), Then?
Hello students!
Today I'm going to (finally) explain to you how to conjugate verbs (and how to make nouns possessive; they work the same way) in Phyrexian.
Along the way I'll teach you useful stuff like how to make nouns plural.
Once again, this is an example of how Phyrexian works very differently than English does.
Look at this Phyrexian word, solm. It means smack or hit:
solm
Or, in some dictionaries, you'll see the same word, but with a blank spot between the last two consonants, like
sol_m
Don't worry about the blank just yet. Just know that eventually Some Stuff Goes In There, and that solm and sol_m are the same word, for now.
You change words in Phyrexian by doing things to their vowels. Think of it this way:
Phyrexians don't like vowels. They sound all fleshy. The consonants are clicky and sharp and sometimes straight up metallic, so they can stay. But the vowels? We do weird things to those because EW VOWELS BLEH.
(Yes, this is canon. Phyrexia, please get some therapy. You're both metallic and organic and that's perfectly fine. Stop hating yourselves please.)
Most words in Phyrexian can be nouns or verbs, depending on where you put them in your sentence. (Remember: if it's at the end of a sentence, it's almost certainly a verb.)
So this is also a word I could use for the noun, a hit or a blow or a slap or the like. But suppose I want to say "hits/blows" rather than specifically one hit or blow.
I make nouns plural by doubling the first vowel. This gives me:
soolm
Punches!
If you see a word in Phyrexian that's in the subject or object position and it has a doubled vowel like this, oo or aa or ɒɒ or what have you, you're almost certainly dealing with a plural noun.
But that's less fun than throwing the punches, right? So how do we say "I punch you" or "She punches them" or the like?
That's what our magic underscore is for! We add in a vowel between the last two consonants to tell us who is hitting who.
This is technically called a relational infix. (Relational because it expresses the Relationship between subject and object and Infix like Prefix or Suffix but it goes In the word.)
I think they're called this because a "conjugation" implies verbs only, and these are used for other things too. But if you want to call them conjugations I promise I won't tell.
Here are all the relational infixes, from the chart I posted last night:
What the heck is all this?
Well, I'll tell you.
The horizontal axis tells you who you start from (who's the subject of the sentence, generally), and the vertical tells you who you're pointing toward.
So if I'm trying to say "I hit you," I look at the horizontal axis and find 1st person (I or we), and then search vertically for 2nd person. That square reads "a" (with something funny in parentheses. That doesn't apply here which is why I picked this verb. I will get to that, but for now you can just think about which vowel goes where.)
Therefore I-hit-you is
solam
If I'm doing this right now, I need my mood marker to make it a full sentence. So I grab my xe from lesson 2 and my beginning and ending punctuation and of course my cool looking spacebar because Phyrexians are extra and it's great and
^xe-solam.
Declaration: I-hit-you.
I hit you.
This is a weird system if you're used to English (or, like, literally any other language I know.) But the cool thing about it is that you can ALSO use this schema for sentences that you have to get a little weirder with in English:
^xe-solom.
Declaration: I-hit-me.
I hit myself.
What the heck is a "myself?" How do you decide when you say myself or me or I? Phyrexia don't care. If I verb toward me that means I-verb-to-I and there you go.
This is also useful because you can also use I-toward-I, you-toward-you, them-toward-them to indicate possession. My compleation. My minions. My vegemite sandwich. Whatever. It's gonna have an o in it, and that o is going to be stuck between the last two consonants. I am told this is cozy.
But there are a couple of weird things, of course, before you go forth and speak or type Weird Cyborg at people.
One is first person. In English we have two ways to talk about this. "I," meaning the speaker as a particular individual, and "we," meaning the speaker AND a group the speaker is part of.
Phyrexians are a Borg expy. There is no difference in Phyrexian between I and we (or you and y'all, or him and them.) The reader/listener gathers it from context.
I believe that when it's important to indicate that you mean yourself, for example if you're trying to express "I'm going to leave the group and go after our enemy, while you stay here" you would name yourself. Like:
Declarative: I/we Fierceawakening I-go-[to-]them.
This is headcanon at the moment but it's educated guess headcanon.
Another confusing one is "fourth person." As English speakers, we are used to first person (I/we), second person (you), and third person (he/she/it/they). Phyrexia, what is this?
Most honest answer is I don't know for sure. This one trips me up something AWFUL.
What it's described as being used for is the generic, like "One must do such and such." Hence "one" in the chart above.
In practice, it seems like it's often used not just in that way but also for phrases like
"son of Yawgmoth"
In English, this would be 3rd>3rd, because both the son and Yawgmoth are neither me nor you and so would be "him." But in Phyrexian, 3>3 would sound like you mean "he is his own son," so... no, can't do that. You need another person, so that "he" the son and "he" the Father of Machines (and of This Guy) are differentiated.
But is it 3rd to 4th or 4th to 3rd? And why?
Again: I honestly don't know. This is not how any other language I speak works.
But most examples of this we have in sources are 4>3, or y.
So I'm going to cautiously advise 4>3 until I see more examples of 3>4 and can reason out the difference and give you an actual explanation of what the hell is going on.
So now: those weird parentheses.
These mean that in certain situations you change something else about the word along with adding your infix.
The two ways of changing words are:
Clanking: If you see a ' in parentheses after or before your infix, it means that (if the consonant isn't already clanked) you look up whether the consonant indicated has a clanked version, and if it does, you use that.
so a(') (3>1, they verb me/us) means that you add an a, and then if the ending consonant isn't clanked, you look up whether it has a clanked version and clank it if it does. Since there is no clanked m, solam could be they-hit-me OR I-hit-you.
Similarly, (')a (1>3, I/we verb them) means you find where you put your a, then look at the consonant before it and clank it, if it isn't already and there's a clanked version of that consonant. Since there is no clanked l, solam can ALSO be I/we-hit-them.
I imagine that for verbs like this that don't have clankable consonants, surrounding context is important.
Vowel Harmony: For words with some vowels (a, e, and i, but not others), when you add certain infixes, you also change the initial vowel.
This is shown by an ɒ (the first letter on the chart above) in parentheses before the infix vowel. So say I had this verb:
'at_n, "greet/acknowledge"
and I want to say "I greet you," as I did in "Hello, students!" above.
I look at my chart for 1>2, and I see that my infix is "a." Easy enough!
But I can't just say "atan," as I see my ɒ indicating that I have to harmonize my vowels. So I look at my chart and see "a becomes ɒ," the first one, and therefore I
'ɒtan, "I-greet-you."
...change the initial vowel and add my infix.
From what we're told this by itself can be said like we say hello, without a mood marker. But to formally make it a sentence since we're in class:
^xe-'ɒtan.
Declaration: I greet you.
#fierce teaches phyrexian#gitaxian braindump 3#relational infixes for me! relational infixes for you! relational infixes for them! re--*bricked*
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If it were possible without keeping the commandments to attain life by faith alone (per solam fidem), which without works is dead, then how would that be true which He will say to those whom He will place at His left hand: 'Go into the eternal fire, which is prepared for the devil and his angels'? He does not rebuke them because they did not believe in Him, but because they did no good works.
Saint Augustine, On Faith and Works
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I need more solamance fics to acknowledge that Solas comes from a time where people could apparently fuck for years at a time. I can't picture him having regular ""human"" sex just like that
#solavelyan#solavellan#what are the other ship names idk#I get wanting to write some good old smut#and there are good fics w/ smut in it#but a part of my brain is always like how is sex not different with him or does he not need to adjust to it?#I don't need him to be like “huh sex in this world sucks” but if he could acknowledge the difference#dragon age
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a wip shot of a group photo of Wild Ventures’ newest members
Gab and Solam joined a few months before Sunny and Hal, but they thought it was a fun idea!
#my art#morning; 14.3 billion years later#morning (hal)#morning (gab)#morning (solam)#morning (sunny)#my oc#i had so much trouble with sunny’s face. like you wouldn’t believe#still not sure i’m entirely happy with it so it might change again#by the time i’m done#and gab’s arm still looks off hhhhh#i’m trying not to nitpick this too much + it’s gonna be changed at least a little anyway by the time it’s done#but it bothers me *now* ::/
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Kisses, memories, and six months we have walking in the love maze
Matutina luz del alba que se cuela por el ventanal, despertándonos a ambos luego de una noche singular.
Una velada distinta, única y especial que yacerá impregnada en nuestros cuerpos hasta nuestro último respirar.
Nuestros corazones eclipsados se unieron sin más logrando que una nueva faceta y memoria se logre vislumbrar.
Con sonrojos, mimos y un frenético respirar, tan solo alcanzaba a decirle que la amo más que a nadie en esta gentil vida que Dios nos da.
Conocerla fue genuino, amarla fue especial y poseerla terminó a mi enamorado corazón por encantar.
¿Cómo habría de olvidar cada momento vivido junto a usted, joven de cándido mirar? Es imposible, simplemente improbable, pues vive orbitando en mi mente en cada instante de mi vida terrenal.
Sinceramente, nunca había experimentado un amor capaz de traspasar los parámetros clásicos del término “amar”, tan intenso y magnifico que no podría cualificar.
Mi alma permanece enlazada a la suya, así ha de ser hasta el ocaso de mis pasos y de mis días sobre este mundo que acoge nuestro caminar.
♡‧₊˚✧
Nuestra historia comenzó a escribirse durante una añorada velada del treinta de abril, una madrugada en la cual no pensábamos que nuestros sentires serían correspondidos y que, desde allí, nuestras vidas se unirían volviéndose una sola empezando así un camino juntos, un camino en el cual hemos ido creando un sinfín de memorias las cuales ahora formarán eternamente parte de nosotros.
Es junto a usted que mi alma descansa tranquila, puedo reposar mi cabeza junto a su hombro y simplemente soñar, soñar un sinfín de escenarios, momentos y futuras vivencias a su lado. Jamás fui un soñador, veía alejada e irrelevante la idea de fantasear con algo más allá del mero presente, sin embargo, con la presencia suya aquellos estigmas fueron echados al olvido permitiéndome así ver la vida desde una perspectiva más luminosa, una perspectiva que brindó de mayor vivir a mis días.
Suspiro de tan solo pensarla e imaginarla, en mi memoria permanece su dulce sonrisa y afectuoso mirar el cual logra calmar a mi corazón cuando yace apesadumbrado, permite que me llene de paz y, junto con ello, que pueda gozar de tranquilidad. De aquí es que nace el término “brisa”, nombradía la cual le he colocado, con tan solo sentir su fresca esencia en mi vida termino por respirar sin pesar.
Cómo el sol de primavera que ilumina a las flores del campo, así es el brillo de su ser, posee una luz especial que logra transformar los momentos grises en momentos con mayor color, con mayor luminosidad. Y, perfectamente, eso lo sé porque a mi propia vida le añadió de los colores de su alma formando así un tierno atardecer conformado por las tonalidades del otoño y de la primavera, estación que le pertenece tan solo a usted, querida mia.
En infinidad de ocasiones he expresado que su esencia vive junto a mí, sé que puede sonar repetitivo, pero es tan precioso sentirla a mi lado. El solo hecho de llevarla (y tenerla) conmigo provoca que termine siendo invadido de una eterna alegría, un gozo que no para, uno que permanecerá vivo hasta el último minuto de mi vida.
Usted es mi más grande alegría, es aquel amor que pensé jamás llegaría a mi lado, es mi amor angelado al cual supliqué al cielo por un largo invierno en mi vida porque, sinceramente, pensaba que la palabra «amor» merecían vivirlo otros, más yo no. Es por ello que quiero que lo sepa, que tenga guardado en su memoria que este hombre poseedor de un alma que yace entre el otoño y el mar permanece genuinamente enamorado de usted, hermosa joven que posee la calma de las olas del mar en sus ojos soñadores, su amor vive enraizado a mis entrañas y al ápice de mi alma.
Las flores van creciendo juntamente con nosotros, hemos vivido hasta ahora tres estaciones juntos, tres las cuales han sido testigos de este amor de ensueño que hemos cultivado con esmero, cariño, convicción, confianza y, sobre todo, en equipo. Porque no solamente somos dos personas que se aman, somos dos almas que están allí para apoyarse en los momentos de plena alegría como en aquellos en los cuales pareciere que la tristeza opacara nuestras vidas. Es mi mejor compañera, mi mejor amiga y mi amada, mi luz de luna.
Aparte, hemos logrado develar facetas que quizá desconocíamos de nosotros, facetas que acojo con cariño en mi memoria y corazón. Es precioso el hecho de poder fluir a su lado, de permitirme ser tal cual soy, sin esquemas de por medio.
Enamorado de usted en alma y cuerpo, es la verdad. ¿En algún momento le he hablado de lo precioso que es admirar la desnudez de su cuerpo? De lo más íntimo, apreciar delicadamente cada detalle que la conforma, desde sus avellanadas pupilas hasta cada lunar que decora su ser es hermoso, y simplemente suntuoso saber que aquello me pertenece.
La aridez de mi corazón fue desecha con la vida que me brindó el suyo, desde allí lozano lo sentí gracias al amor brindado por usted, amor reciproco el cual florece preciosamente cada día más. Podría vivificarla y exaltarla en sobremedida en estos párrafos, sin embargo, la lira desatada aquí no tiene comparación con el cúmulo de sentires habitantes de mi enamorado corazón.
Convicción es lo que tengo y es por ello que deseo pasar lo que resta de mis días a su lado, compartiendo de este maravilloso presente y del porvenir que glorioso nos espera. Seguir siendo poseedor de sus dulce labios de los cuales emana vida, de su tierno corazón que esconde las más dulce melodías y, sobre todo, permanecer amándola tan intensamente como el sol ama a sus nubes y como la luna cuida de sus estrellas.
La amo profundamente, jamás he sentido tan bello amor como el que tengo por usted, mi cielo. Gracias por amarme del mismo modo y cuidar de este joven que adora el hecho de vivir junto a su amada doncella en todo momento.
Por siempre suyo.
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