I PEACH UPON YE!

Examples of what’s on there atm! Fyi, there are other skin tones available for the Solavellan hug 🙌

These are for the prompt words “acceptance” and “worthy”. They’re companion pieces for the 100-word drabbles I did for the same prompt words.

I sorta managed with the first one (although spent far too long drawing a stupid skull which I ditched and gave myself the time back, I’ll be honest), but the second one kicked my arse SO hard for whatever reason and I ran out of time, so you’re required to fill in the blanks (I did leave very helpful notes though loooool).

Time-lapse under the cut! I had to merge both vids together since Tumblr only allows 1 vid per post booooo

Once you have done all the refugee quests in the Hinterlands, speak to Corporal Vale again, even though it doesn't tell you to. It drove me crazy for ages that, regardless of completing all the quests (hunting, blankets, healer, Templars and mages etc), Mother Giselle still spoke as if the refugees in the Hinterlands were still struggling!

But then I realised the game won't recognise that you've done those quests until you speak with Vale again, then Giselle’s dialogue will change. Plus, you get Vale as an agent and approval boosts from companions depending on your choice.

Here are two 100-word drabbles.

Quiet Acceptance

Solas x Lavellan

The prompt word was “acceptance”.

The journey back to the Free Marches was arduous. But nothing could have prepared Dah’lia for the sight of her former home - lines of unmarked mounds where Inquisition soldiers had haphazardly buried her clan.

Her hand brushed the soil as hot tears mixed with the dirt.

Which one was Keeper Deshanna? Or the little hunters she’d been training before she’d left them behind?

Solas watched as she prayed to the Creators for each of her loved ones' souls. He knew her prayers were falling on unlistening ears, but accepted that she needed this and remained quietly supportive by her side.

Buried Worth

Solas x Lavellan

The prompt word was “worthy”.

Haven’s chill cut deep, and Dah’lia’s shawl slipped.

Solas instinctively reached to pull it closed, but as his fingers brushed her skin, she flinched, stepping back.

He froze. “I’m sorry…I didn't mean…” He had forgotten her aversion to touch.

She adjusted it herself, eyes downcast. “It’s ok. It’s just…everything I touch…I ruin.”

The conversations between them had deepened over the past few weeks - niceties turning into curiosities.

He looked at her sadly, a familiar feeling sinking in his chest at her confession.

One lost soul observing another - both drowning in a sea of their own self-perceived unworthiness.