.:Can You See Me Now?.:

"What have they done to you,

Old friend."

Trapped in the fade, Solas comes face to face with the remnant of his spirit.

The Dread Wolf was his wisdom, mirror to his pride. In the wake of the wrathful Evanuris, it too, has succumbed to their taint.

"So, your nerdy bald ex, who dresses like a hobo, made out with you in a dream, painted your political exploits on his wall, confessed his love, grabbed your ass, then walked you to a cave to tell you something but instead took away your most important cultural heritage before dumping you?"

Me: "Yes."

"Then he ghosted you after your biggest achievement. You found him, and he claimed to be the god feared by your people but also just a guy, said everything bad in your life was his fault, and revealed he accidentally wiped out his people who he wants bring back by destroying the current world state which he created."

Me: "Yup."

"He has a huge underground network but won’t let you join or stop him. He admitted causing your painful ailment (which is what got him interested in you in the first place). He cut off your arm to prolong your life, but his plan will likely kill you and your friends in the near future.

Oh, and he still stalks you in your dreams."

The Dread Wolf Take You (Part 1)

~~Link to the complete 31 page comic here~~

"Imagine that, overlooking the god in your mids!"

May I present, my attempt at illustrating the last four pages of Tevinter Nights. 😁 (Also, the first time I'm posting art on here!)

As the whole thing was quite literally too long to post on tumblr, I uploaded the full version on a customized site made for reading webcomics (via ComicFury). Feel free to check out the link above if you like to read the rest! Also, if you're on mobile, there's a "Scroll View" option for easier navigation. :)

And, obviously, HUGE spoilers for those who haven't read Tevinter Nights!!

Ch. 23/?: Looping scrawls of idiosyncrasy Rating: T/M Fandom: Mass Effect, Femshep x Garrus Additional Tags: Post-ME3 Control Ending, Memory loss, Enemies to lovers (but complicated)

Shepard was not an optimist.

Even if she were, there was a difference between optimism and stupidity. Wagner’s shuttle—this shuttle—had company. It was more of a question of how much. A single frigate? A wolf pack? The whole damn fleet? Her fingers curled against the shuttle controls, tensing.

“If they’re going to see us, anyway, we might as well scan too,” Garrus said–presumably, his voice so muffled with her ruptured eardrums, she could only make an educated guess after he reached for the sensor array controls.

She nodded, her fingers still flexing tight. Through the viewport, insubstantial tablelands of methane churned up ghostly crests of blunt-topped bluffs and towering monoliths. 

They’d get nothing on long range sensors, still enclosed within the planet’s magnetosphere. But once they broke into the upper atmosphere, anything in the magnetosphere with them, any Alliance ships in low orbit, for example, would show on the mid frequencies.

A flash of pulsar beam scythed through the brooding, tumultuous sea, illuminating a fiery scruff of lightning sprites branching over the cloud tops as the shuttle pushed into a placid shelf of upper atmospheric haze. 

4 bar.

Ch. 22/?: Adrift in a Roiling Sea Rating: T/M Fandom: Mass Effect, Femshep x Garrus Additional Tags: Post-ME3 Control Ending, Memory loss, Enemies to lovers (but complicated)

Garrus glanced at her profile again, stark against the murky methane latticing ice crystals across the shuttle’s view port, and wondered—really wondered—if she was trying to kill him.

A dead Reaper in the sky. Cerberus equipment scattered across the platform. Couldn’t look more suspicious if she tried.

when asked for opinion on frank herbert’s dune books he respected it as “classic work” but clearly wasn’t the biggest fan of them