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At first I though this was a joke

Don’t ignore this Tumblr

Yet they still do even when it’s right in their face.

This reminds me of how a friend of mine was abused by the mother of his child. She was mentally unstable and used to berate him constantly and would smack him in the head all the time. It really pissed me off. Then one night she threw hot coffee in his face and tried to stab him with a screwdriver. The cops hauled him off to jail because she made up a sob story that painted herself as the victim. 

Once he left her, he stayed with me and it was a nightmare. She stalked him and me. She would drive by my house obsessively at all hours of the day and night (her muffler made a weird sound so I know it was her). She started showing up at my job, showing up at the places I frequented around town, and filling up my voicemail with dead air. The cops were no help.

One day she got bold enough to talk her way into my home by conning my elderly grandmother, whom I was taking care of, while I was out. She went in my room and went through my stuff (creepy), then found him napping on the couch and attacked him. My grandmother witnessed the whole thing. He grabbed her by the arms, forced her out the front door, and locked it. The cops were called again. They said they’d go and ‘talk’ to her.

The next day we were watching a movie and there was a knock at the door. The police had come to arrest him. She filed a complaint against him and shown off some bruises on her arms from the altercation that she swore were completely unprovoked. My grandmother saw the whole thing since she was in the living room too and testified on his behalf. He still ended up serving jail time.
No one takes male domestic violence victims seriously. They only see males as perpetrators.


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I had her pinned as the daughter of a Ferelden soldier turned farmer and now I don’t know what to do with her as  Nobility. Gahhhhhhh


Dragon Age Inquisition: chibi edition!

Since Tumblr is evil and horribly compresses all my images, I uploaded it on Google Drive too. Just click on “100%” to see it larger. Because there are actually details in this one!

This took me so much longer than predicted. No more chibis for a while.



Play with fire too long and hell will loosen your tongue.

(4 hours in Photoshop CS6)

Commission Info.


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They say she will never hold a sword again.

            When she wakes from the magic induced sleep her first instinct is to stretch. Legs to hips, hips to back to shoulders all the way down to her fingertips. Except there are no fingertips on her right side. Nor are there fingers or a palm more callused than any woman’s should be. There is only air, and past the air, there is a stump wrapped in blood-soaked linen. Her first instinct is to scream, to cry until her vocal cords shred; but she cannot. She is the Inquisitor, a leader and leaders do not fall to despair. Instead, she asks the old woman who changes her bandages when she will be able to leave her bed and return to battle.

The woman only gives a sad shake of her head and rushes out of the room.

            Later, her friends crowd around her bed; as it is known that it is best to deliver bad news in a group. Cassandra breaks it to her, saying that she will never be able to fight, to lead a charge against the enemy. Instead, she suggests that she allow others to fight in her name while she commands from the comforts of her Keep.

That is the day that she learns that a punch with her left fist can bloody a nose just as well as one from her right.

            A week later, she is in the practice ring; facing off against a young recruit with a blunted blade in her hand. For his protection, not hers. She is able to block four of his blows before she finds herself on her ass in the dirt. Everyone has the sense not to laugh, but that is a small comfort when she sees the pity in their eyes.

            Week after week, this goes on and she feels that she is getting better at fighting left-handed. So much better, that at dinner she says that she will be leaving the keep to clear out a pack of bandits that have been attacking a near-by village. The table goes silent before Cassandra tells her that doing so would be foolish.

            Later that night, they send Cullen to her to tell her the truth. All those times she thought she won in her sparring matches against the recruits, in truth they had allowed her to beat them. She does scream then. She screams and cries and throws a rather expensive vase at his head as he retreats out of the door. It shatters against the wall an inch to the right.

            Gasping for air she slide down to the floor and gazes at the stump that use to be her sword hand. That hand had saved the lives of countless people, had slayed dragons, and had flipped through saucy novels on nights when sleep would not come to her. The hand father had put a sword in when she was ten.

            Without her sword hand, who was she? That hand was father, guiding her when she stumbled; unused to the weight of a blade in her little ten year old arms, it was mother, watching with mixed feelings as her little girl showed more promise with sword and shield than she ever would with sewing needles and fine fabric. It was Robert and Malcolm, who lived and died with blades in their hands. Now, it was as gone as they were.

            No she thought I will not let this happen.

            Rising to her feet, she made her way out into the hall and down to the practice field. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her as she made her to the weapon rack and selected a sword made of fresh forged steel. Surveying the circle around her she found her target.

            “Peter,” she called to one of the recruits, “arm yourself. We’re going to spar and don’t you dare hold back.”


if you guys can’t stop whining about how different Leliana is in Inquisition than she was in Origins despite it being some 11-14 years later, then I really have no idea what to tell you, tbh.

except maybe this


Remember the shitstorm over Anders? This fandom does not do well with change.


Getting real tired of you ‘breaking’ idealistic and already strong and incredible women and making them dark and cynical in your sequels Bioware

I don’t think she hates mages…It’s just that she’s been being tortured for god knows how long and the mage that you’re after has helped to set the world on the path to destruction. Her comments are very understandable. Also, her being the one who gets tortured is 100% preventable if you don’t send her in.


Apparently there’s Leliana drama??? Leliana hates mages???? This all concluded from one sentence in a 15 minute video of a quest that might not actually happen in the game because the quests that occur in your games are highly dependent on the decisions you make???

Are people serious with this?


Day 2: What is your inquisitor’s view on the mage Templar war? What is their perspective on the elves and Orleisian elf rebellions? How do they feel about the chantry?

As a mage, her side in the war has already been chosen for her; not that she would have chosen differently. She feels that while mages need to be trained, locking them away and abusing them is not the way to do it. Elven mages should have the choice to be educated by a Dalish keeper.

Calista completely supports the eleven rebels, though she wishes that the Dalish would help their city-dwelling counterparts. They speak about wanting a homeland for all elves and helping those that will need it, but from what she has seen, it is just talk.

Calista does not care for the Chantry. In her opinion, why would someone worship a god that willingly abandoned them? At least her gods were forced away from their people. Also, all the Chantry seems to do is spread hatred for anyone who does not follow them, making them an odd option for anyone who is not a mundane human. She really can’t understand  why any elves or dwarves would worship the Maker.

Day 3: What does your inquisitor look like? What is one physical quality they would change about themselves? Do they have any scars? Tattoos? Piercings?

Calista is 5’2 and 115lbs, stick thin with small breasts, a narrow waist and hips that flare out just slightly. Her legs, long and thin with some muscle definition, make up most of her height. Her arms are also defined from learning to use her staff as a weapon instead of just a magical conduit. Her face is oval shaped with high, prominent cheekbones and a narrow jawline and chin. She has large, almond shaped eyes, a pale purple in color, and medium brown skin. Her hair is golden-brown and falls down her back in soft ringlets. In battle, she wears it in a long braid. Life with the Dalish has given her a liking for garb that makes her seem a bit wild. Furs and leather, with beaded belts or, if she must wear armor, drakeskin. She dresses in earthy colors; greens and browns and blacks. During a social event, she’s likely to wear deep red silk robes with golden embroidery.

If she could, she would like to be a bit larger. It’s kind of embarrassing when people refer to Cassandra or the Iron Bull as “Your Eminence”, only to be told that the elf that can’t reach the high shelves is actually leading the Inquisition.

Calista has three gold hoops at the top of her left ear, but no tattoos. She has scars on her arm, which mark her as a blood mage, and a long scar on the right side of her face from her earlobe to her chin.




4 contenders

2 spots

may the odds be ever in your favor

God there will be a blood bath if
doesn’t get to romance Varric


gahhh, I really want Varric for my elf-mage since Dorian is no longer an option… but I have a feeling it will be viviane and Blackwall. Because bioware and the universe enjoy depriving me.

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Part II of the Dragon Age Inquisition demo is now online!

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And I was playing as my cousland who is going to become Queen through a political match with Alistair while still romancing Zev. Simple yes? Well, not so much since SOME PEOPLE on this site have made me really really like Anora, so even though I went through with betraying her ( at least I didn’t have Rhiannon make a show of considering sparing her father), cuz roleplaying, I couldn’t help but feel like an awful human being. I shall make it up in my next playthrough with my Dalish who shall leave Anora on her throne where she belongs.




Daddy omfg omfg omfg


When it comes to objectification, this is a great example of why comparing male strip clubs to Hooters is a “false equivalent.”


When it comes to objectification, this is a great example of why comparing male strip clubs to Hooters is a “false equivalent.”

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