#oc: fane lavellan

[emerald-amidst-gold]

WIP Wednesday

You know, I like it when the writing bug visits and gives me a little nip on the butt! Especially when it’s Wednesday~! >:3

Ready for some somft intimacyyyyy?! >:D You better be because *slaps my monitor* this WIP has a shit ton of it! 

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“I apologize. I shouldn’t have–” Solas began to backpedal, believing his actions were ill-received, but Fane deftly cut him off with a shake of his head and a delicate grab of the hand now attempting to fully retreat. More gray flashed in blue and lavender, making each appear pale, but no less beautiful, and the mage’s face held that same quality.

This elf–he would be the death of him.

“Why do you keep apologizing to me?” Fane asked, but he knew full well why the other was acting so…skittish.

This was new territory; for both of them. Old fears wouldn’t just disappear overnight, but that was precisely why it was so imperative that they work on identifying them. To know was to understand, and they would refortify the base of their long, long relationship. Hiding and running had only thus far caused immeasurable pain to them both, and that couldn’t continue.

Lest they wished to both break from the weight.

Solas opened his mouth as if to speak. However, only a sigh served as his words–a tiny expulsion that sang quietly with notes of defeat. Fane tilted his head a bit, watching with a pang in his chest at how pale eyes turned downcast, hints of blue and lavender glinting in the depths from the sun’s aura. He wanted to say something, anything to ease the pain that he knew Solas carried day after day, night after night, but he found his voice stripped from him when the hand he was holding by the wrist wiggled itself free to lace its fingers with his own. Fane blinked, stunned.

“He’s… We’re…” His thoughts stumbled around each other, scattered and incoherent. All he could see, all he could know was that his hand was no longer empty. It was such a simple gesture of affection, but Fane could only look at it like it was a complex puzzle, an inconceivable act, even as he slowly, hesitantly reciprocated the action. He supposed for a dragon such as he this was…an oddity, as such displays of physical connection were normally…impossible. But now…

…Now they weren’t. Fane continued to stare at their hands, silently marveling at the warmth that cut through the coolness of his glove, at the texture of skin that he had never been able to feel through scales, at the difference in size of their fingers–his slightly thicker than the slender set wounding themselves around his like a weave…

…At the fact that they were holding hands. Fane let out a small breath as Solas’ hand ceased moving. Solas had reached out to him, unafraid of rejection or retaliation, endeavoring to speak with action instead of words.

“Just like all those centuries before…” The past materialized within the confines of his mind, finally able to string together a thought. He watched their hands for a bit longer and felt his face heat up a bit as Solas’ squeezed his own, offering comfort, presence. Oh, by anything that could be considered holy, Fane felt.

He felt. so. much.

“...Even if it is a singular scar formed by desperation rather than the hundreds formed by cruelty, remorse towards how it came to be should be tied to it,” Solas whispered, voice finally finding itself again. Downcast eyes of the sky’s mildest hues watched their joined hands with far less perplexity, with far more tranquility. “And I feel the deepest remorse for ever having laid a hand upon you in the fashion that I did. Had my eyes been open from the very start, I would not have had to use such force against you. I would have found an alternative, a different way. One that would have spared us both a grim reminder...”

Fane frowned a bit at that. “Solas.” he called as gently as he could, but he minorly lost his composure when the mage’s eyes came back up to meet his gaze with every intent to listen. “Ah...um…” When Solas eyed him quizzically, pale blue sparkling as a crystal clear lake did. He quickly cleared his throat, gathering himself again. Those damned eyes. “S-Sorry. I got...distracted.”

“Distracted?” Solas queried with all the speed and concern Fane expected of him, and it left him feeling…anxious, the palm the mage had entrapped growing a tad clammy underneath leather. He could attempt to redirect, to throw the wolf off its trail, or…he could be honest.

…And more than likely embarrassed, but that was the price a dragon paid when they loved a wolf as fervently as he did.

Fane took in a deep breath, letting his chest grow a smidge cold before exhaling. He felt Solas’ hand tighten again, and this time, he squeezed back. The responding flash of indigo that lay deep within the mage’s eyes made him smile a bit.

“To be able to see your eyes, to witness the hues they possess like it’s the first time again…” Fane felt his smile grow, even as Solas’ expression deepened with curiosity. “It still doesn’t feel real to me. I find myself drifting off whenever you look at me. I remember it all–the meetings, the one-sided conversations, the naps in the forests, the battles…and the end.” He gave the hand entwined within his own a more tender, desperate squeeze, only serving to make Solas’ expression turn more quizzical, more beautiful. “I never want to let you go. Not ever again...”

Fane knew he should have vocalized those thoughts, ease the crease that was drawing reddish-brown brows together, but there were some habits he couldn’t shake. More than likely, he would never be able to. The mind, especially his, wasn’t always a sanctuary, but for centuries it was the only companion he had. To abandon it, to introduce it would be…difficult. Extremely, extremely–

“Ma’isenatha?”

Fane startled a bit as Solas’ voice cut through his musings, giving their joined hands an involuntary squeeze and blinking. It was such a soft, quiet call, but it was on that stirred the deep well of affection that had once lay dormant in his heart.

“Ma’isenatha…” Fane murmured out the Elvhen, his chest growing ever tighter whenever Solas’ whole expression seemed to melt with relief and nostalgia and deepest reverence. The tellings of a blush were forming on his cheeks, but he let that heat build and project, for it was the least he could do for the sky before him, “You still call me that…”

Solas smiled a bit more tenderly at him. “Of course. If you recall, it was all I had to call you.” The smile faltered a bit, making Fane’s heart pang with an acute pain as the mage’s voice continued more somberly, “However, you now have a name. So if my utterance causes you discomfort–”

“It doesn’t.” Fane butt in almost the moment he heard such typical hesitance come from Solas. He felt his heart skip a bit when indigo flashed within lavender, but he stamped his excitement down, taking a step forward and bringing his hand up delicately, carefully, as if touching a sculpture that would crumble to dust, to cup the side of Solas’ face. A smile bloomed on his lips when Solas’ expression softened upon him and he whispered low, “It could never cause me discomfort, Solas. If anything, it makes me…happy.” He paused, glancing off to the side before huffing out amusedly and turning his gaze back. “...Yeah. Definitely happy.”

Solas blinked. “Truly?” he asked, voice sounding somewhat…hopeful? That was what it sounded like to Fane, at any rate. It was if the mage had been worried, worried that the term he had used for centuries had been unwanted from the start.

How foolish.

Fane nodded with a low chuckle. “Truly,” he parroted in answer. He gave Solas’ cheekbone a light stroke, smiling a bit more whenever it elicited a small, nearly imperceptible shiver from the mage. “Were you really worried it didn’t?”

“If I am being honest, yes.” Solas murmured, tone of voice soft and somewhat breathless, but never once did his eyes wander away.

Fane felt one of his eyebrows raise in question. “Did I do something to make you think that?” It wouldn’t be the first time he had done something that made Solas doubt his feelings or intentions, truth be told, but he had hoped he was getting better at expressing what was going on inside his head…

Solas shook his head softly while giving Fane’s hand a comforting squeeze. “No. I merely assumed, given the past,” he said. The mage’s smile turned downwards slowly, his head lulling to the side a bit to where Fane had to cradle his cheek. “After all, ‘ma’isenatha’ could be seen as a term of possession. So, I–”

“So you thought I’d immediately view it as you attempting to claim ownership over me.” Fane finished with ease and familiarity, knowing the elf before him’s mind like a baker knew the difference between what was sugar and what was salt.

“...Yes.”

Fane stared at Solas after the answer fell from his lips, observing the way lavender shifted to a muted shade of pale blue. Solas’ eyes were still trained on him, not seeking to hide, but that only served to make Fane’s heart squeeze with the desire to comfort. He sighed softly, shaking his head slowly. What was he going to do with this wolf?

“Come here, you fool,” Fane commanded gently as he gave Solas’ arm a light tug. The action caused pale blue to blink up at him, but ultimately, the mage came without protest, stumbling into his chest with a quiet grunt. He lifted his free arm, wrapping it around slender shoulders and smiling a bit whenever Solas responded by embracing him back with a singular arm and somewhat…burying his face into his shoulder.

“Cute.” Fane couldn’t help but think as he leaned down to lay a soft kiss to the side of the mage’s head. Solas responded with a light nuzzle to his shoulder. The gesture immediately had Fane’s face heating up, but he stomped away embarrassment in favor of intimacy. He wouldn’t keep shying away because of fear. He wouldn’t.

Just like he wouldn’t let Solas keep thinking that everything he said was unwelcome.

The warmth in his core, the fire that melted the ice of it…it was definitely joy. It felt yellow, gold, like the sun on the brightest spring day. The term ‘ma’isenatha’, while seemingly possessive, was anything but to him. It was light, it was calming, it was...

It was a name; one that he had identified with intimately upon its birth, and one that had brought him purpose when he had had none. It had never, never signified ownership. Not even in the darkest corners of his mind, which had served as a breeding ground for rage and hatred for those who had collared and claimed.

Before long, Fane felt Solas shift against him. He watched as the mage’s face emerged from its sanctuary and smiled a bit when it turned upwards to his own.

“Hey.” Fane greeted casually and quietly, making sure that Solas knew that what was happening was welcome, and was wanted.

Solas gazed up at him quietly, edges of his face soft, eyes once again a calming shade of grayish lavender, and lips curved upwards tenderly. That smile, usually so reserved around all others, made Fane’s mind bend, his heart quake. He offered the mage’s shoulders a squeeze, nearly crumbling into a million, smoldering pieces whenever the action was reciprocated by way of their still joined hands.

By the sky…he was so in love with this elf. So very in love…

“Fane…,” Solas practically breathed as the space between them grew thick with quiet intimacy. Their chests were flush, their faces mere increments apart, and that made Fane let out a quiet sigh as he involuntarily craned his neck downwards to greet Solas’ forehead with his own.

“Nope. Try again,” he said, finding that his voice was just as breathless as Solas’ eyes shone with the colors of the sky.

Solas blinked slowly before letting out an amused sort of sigh and coming into their shared space even more. Fane wasn’t sure how that was possible, but he welcomed it by tightening the embrace he had around Solas’ shoulders.

“Very well–” Solas whispered tenderly, his voice like the wispy air of the mountains. A hand curated for magic rather than a blade came up to Fane’s cheek, caressing it with reverence, with care as another quiet gust fell from lips that were now only mere inches from his own, “...ma’isenatha.”

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*bangs head on table* JUST. KISS. ALREADY.

Tagging (with no pressure!): @oxygenforthewicked @noire-pandora @fade-touched-shenanigans @little-lightning-lavellan @dungeons-and-dragon-age @redinkofshame @rosella-writes @varric-tethras-editor @fiadhaisteach and anyone else that’d like to share! <3

#my writing #wip wednesday #wip #oc: fane lavellan #solas #male lavellan #m!solavellan #solavellan #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #i finally managed to write something playing with solas' endearment for fane! yaaaay! X3 #fane: an ancient dragon who was once embroiled in devastating rage #also fane: becomes a pile of goo the minute solas holds his hand #the duality of a man~ #i'm having a lot of fun with this piece #i more or less just told myself to write. write and don't fret about trying to get stuff 'right' #it's working! X3

[coleheinous]

posted these on tiktok but i want them here. inquisitor character aesthetics + my AU inquisitor

#dragon age #dai #coles ocs #oc: niara lavellan #oc: sumeyye adaar #oc: von cadash #oc: efe adaar #oc: esmae lavellan #oc: esric lavellan #oc: fane lavellan #oc: celene trevelyan #oc: minerva bywater

[spectre-tabris]

oc masterlist

i said i was gonna do this weeks ago and hey look i'm finally getting around to it. do i have a whole in-depth oc page already? yep! is it accessible from the app or mobile site? no idea, but probably not! thus, pinned post.

super basic list because i'm lazy like that. and also because there is, as previously mentioned, more details than anyone probably desires on the actual oc page. any character with an at least mostly completed page is linked below, the rest will get linked as i finish the character write-ups (which is...progressing. slowly).

sorted by source

Baldur's Gate

Myrian Callith - BG1/2/ToB, CN elven thief, romanced Viconia Kalye Despana - BG3, N drow wizard, romanced Gale Avryn - BG3, N elven ranger

Elder Scrolls

Jehenara of House Ravenwatch - ESO, CN Dunmer dragonknight Braithe Delconis - ESO, N Breton necromancer Ailith Dakatti - TESIII/TESIV, N Dunmer

Dragon Age

Kyra Lavellan - DAI, NG mage, romanced Cassandra Rion Lavellan - DAI, LN warrior, romanced Dorian Lex Tabris - DAO, CG rogue, romanced Zevran

OwlCat Games

Rysari - Pathfinder: Kingmaker, NG aasimar ranger, romanced Tristian Dinaeve - Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous, CG human skald, romanced Daeran

Other Video Games

Isadore Chayal - Pillars of Eternity, LG->N moon godlike psyblade Adrienne Shepard - Mass Effect trilogy, NG infiltrator, romanced Kaidan Willow Chrysenfalle - Neverwinter Nights, NG elven ranger Valeria Naeris - Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, N Jedi Sentinel, romanced Bastila

D&D

Heidrun Raskob - NG human wizard, Wildemount campaign Vyr Atenashi - human monk, Jungles of Chult campaign Laena Chayal - NG->CG->CN->NE (my girl had a Journey) elven wizard, Mad God's Chosen campaign Alinore Northbrooke - CG half-elven rogue/paladin, Tyranny of Dragons campaign Fane of the Dawn - NG tabaxi blood hunter, Curse of Strahd campaign Rhya Vulkyne - CG fire genasi wizard/sorcerer, Out of the Abyss campaign Ravi Vasira - NG->N water genasi cleric, Keepers of the Sun campaign Ruani Zehrik - N half-elven warlock, Eleutherian campaign

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

If you're still doing the emoticon doodles, could I request Fane in H8 + palette forest? owo

Here's the boy in all his glory~ X3

I petition to give our resident <s>dragon</s> elf man a break from this bs

#thanks for the request! #ngl I've been side-eyeing Fane for a while now so I'm glad you gave me an excuse to draw him haha #this did make me remember why I'm so hesitant to have elf ocs with vallaslin though lmao bc I'd die if I had to draw that every time #dragon age inquisition #dai #inquisitor lavellan #my art #art prompts

[athena1138]

Character Study: Pre-Inquisition

ah shit aight lets do this. i was tagged by @gaymingbinosaur​

#1: Alena Fanellis-Lavellan 

Note: Her answers are based while she’s with the Lavellan clan, so only 3ish years before Inquisition. 

Layer 01: The Outside

Eye Colour: Silver

Hair Style / Colour: White and crazy curly

Height: 5′5

Clothing Style: Very basic. Usually leather pants and a tunic. Robes only if she’s practicing magic. 

Best Physical Feature:  Her nose. She’s grown into it by now and it suits her so uniquely well. 

Layer 02: The Inside

Fears: Capture

Guilty Pleasure: Sneaking away from camp to take naps uninterrupted. She’s very tired. 

Biggest Pet Peeve:  Thievery. She fought very hard for the things she has. 

Ambitions For The Future:  Living the life she dreamed of in the circle. Free, unrestrained, unafraid. 

Layer 03: Thoughts

First Thoughts Waking Up: “Gods not again.”

What They Think About Most: What comes next. What will she do today, what will she do tomorrow, where will she be in a year? Things like that. 

What They Think About Before Bed: Nothing. Or at the very least, that’s what she strives for. Often it’s bad memories. 

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: She doesn’t think about it much, but she knows she’s brave. 

Layer 04: Either Or…

Single Or Group Dates:

Group. She’s too shy/scared to be alone with someone like that for a while. Growing up surrounded by people will do that to you. 

To Be Loved Or Respected:

Loved. To be seen and known is a beautiful thing. 

Beauty Or Brains:

Brains. She’s not shallow, and she’s very well educated. 

Dogs Or Cats:

Cats.

Layer 05: Do They…

Lie: Not often. She’s usually very direct, unless she’s afraid of something. (Like, she’ll lie to Templars, for sure.) 

Believe In Themselves: Yes and no. She’s overcome so much in her life but she isn’t sure she can handle much more, especially without the help she had before. 

Believe In Love:.  In theory. Familial and platonic love, absolutely. But romantic? She’s only ever seen it or read about it. 

Want Someone: Not necessarily. People are risky. They come and go so often and many times they’re not good people. If she were to live her life alone, she thinks she’d be ok with that. 

Layer 06: Have They…

Been On Stage: Once. The Circle had a little fun night once a year for the mages, and one year they put on a play. She had one line and she fucked it up. 

Done Drugs: Yes. 

Changed Who They Were To Fit In: No, not really. She’s always been weird. She doesn’t even think she could change if she wanted to. 

Layer 07: Whats Their…

Favourite Colours: Orange. The color of the sun setting on the ocean. 

Favourite Animal: She thinks nugs are the bees knees. 

Favourite Book: Anything but a spell tome. Maker, she’s had enough of tomes in her life. She likes funny books, things that can make her laugh and forget herself. 

Favourite Game: Chess. 

Layer 08: Age

Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: The 2nd of Umbralis

How old will they be: Ah shit. Um. We’ll say the year before the Conclave which means 9:40. She’ll be............. 27. Yeah.  

Layer 09: I…

I Love: Being in high places.  I Feel: Worried. I Hide: All the time. I Miss: Anders. I Wish: So many things. 

Vikara Lavellan

Layer 01: The Outside

Eye Colour: Green

Hair Style / Colour: Straight, black, mid-back length

Height: 5′3

Clothing Style: She’s both very fancy and very plain. She wears mostly black but it’s cut very finely to her body. 

Best Physical Feature:  Eyes for sure. 

Layer 02: The Inside

Fears: Losing herself

Guilty Pleasure: Sneaking desserts and sweets when nobody is looking. 

Biggest Pet Peeve:  Superiority complexes. Which is ironic for multiple reasons. 

Ambitions For The Future:  To become her clan’s Keeper. 

Layer 03: Thoughts

First Thoughts Waking Up: “Listen to those birds <3 “ 

What They Think About Most: Her training. 

What They Think About Before Bed: She usually reads before bed, so that, but also she’ll think about her day and if she was happy with how it went or not. 

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: She’s very good at drawing. 

Layer 04: Either Or…

Single Or Group Dates: Single. 

To Be Loved Or Respected: Respected. Nobody ever got anywhere being loved. 

Beauty Or Brains: Yes. She appreciates beauty and she appreciates brains, but one without the other is pointless. 

Dogs Or Cats: Dogs. 

Layer 05: Do They…

Lie: Frequently. Gotta keep people on their toes. 

Believe In Themselves: Absolutely. She’s badass and she knows it. 

Believe In Love:.  Not really. She has more important things to think about. 

Want Someone: Not really. It’d be nice, but again, she’s got more important things. 

Layer 06: Have They…

Been On Stage: Nah. Not for her. 

Done Drugs: Once. She liked it very much but she’s worried about it becoming a habit. 

Changed Who They Were To Fit In: No. The world can adapt to her. 

Layer 07: Whats Their…

Favourite Colours: Yellow. 

Favourite Animal: Harts

Favourite Book: She’s very fond of nonfiction and educational books. Her favorites are books that explain the other religions in the world. 

Favourite Game: Hide and seek

Layer 08: Age- Also when I do Evie I’ll skip this since twins

Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: ah shit. I know I’ve said it before. Um, we’ll say the 1st of Nubulis, the first day of spring. 

How old will they be: 30

Layer 09: I…

I Love: my clan I Feel: anxious I Hide: personal things I Miss: the ocean I Wish: i were more powerful

Asena “Not Actually the Inquisitor” Adaar

Layer 01: The Outside

Eye Colour: Bluegreen

Hair Style / Colour: Long, black, a mix between coiled and curly

Height: 6′5 without the horns

Clothing Style: If she’s at work, dapper. She dresses up and dresses neatly. If she’s at home, she’s more laid back, just comfortable and casual. 

Best Physical Feature:  Her mascles

Layer 02: The Inside

Fears: Nothing. She’s not afraid of anything. 

Guilty Pleasure: She doesn’t have any. Pleasure is pleasure, there’s no sense in feeling guilty about it. 

Biggest Pet Peeve:  Rudeness, both to her and other people. 

Ambitions For The Future:  Take over the business. 

Layer 03: Thoughts

First Thoughts Waking Up: Just that she’s gotta get up and get busy. 

What They Think About Most: Her job 

What They Think About Before Bed: Plans for tomorrow, important things that will need doing soon, she should really write to Gemma. 

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: She’s fearless. 

Layer 04: Either Or…

Single Or Group Dates: She doesn’t date. She fucks. Groups are welcome. 

To Be Loved Or Respected: Feared. Which is respected+ in her mind. 

Beauty Or Brains: Beauty. She doesn’t think she’d ever get attached enough to care about brains. It’s a lot of one night stands for her. That’s not to say she doesn’t care about the women she sleeps with, she just doesn’t get close. 

Dogs Or Cats: Neither, they’re just collateral. 

Layer 05: Do They…

Lie: You’d have a harder time picking the truths out of her words than the lies. 

Believe In Themselves: Yes? It’s weird. She doesn’t really... think of herself. She just does. So far she hasn’t failed, so I guess you could say she believes in herself. 

Believe In Love:.  No. 

Want Someone: No. All she needs is good people at her back and Gemma and TIB to be safe and sound. 

Layer 06: Have They…

Been On Stage: Literally, no. But every interaction in her life is one big show, so metaphorically, always. 

Done Drugs: No. She’s seen what that shit does to people. 

Changed Who They Were To Fit In: Pfft. No. In her line of work? People adapt to HER to fit in. 

Layer 07: Whats Their…

Favourite Colours: Purple. 

Favourite Animal: She doesn’t really have one. Sharks are cool, she guesses. 

Favourite Book: She doesn’t have much time for leisure reading but she has a soft spot for dashing lesbian romances. 

Favourite Game: Darts

Layer 08: Age- Also when I do Evie I’ll skip this since twins

Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: She isn’t sure. 

How old will they be: Again, not sure, but she’s around 28 she reckons. 

Layer 09: I…

I Love: Money I Feel: Disillusioned  I Hide: As much as I have to I Miss: Gemma I Wish: For the safety of my friends

Gemma Cadash

Layer 01: The Outside

Eye Colour: Purple and blue

Hair Style / Colour: Short bob, straight, deep red

Height: 4′5

Clothing Style: Low-key things. Lots of darker fabrics, hoods, leather armor. 

Best Physical Feature:  Her tattoos are neat. 

Layer 02: The Inside

Fears: Being forced into things. 

Guilty Pleasure: Every time she breaks into a house, she steals every left shoe she can find. Just because. 

Biggest Pet Peeve:  Being talked down to. 

Ambitions For The Future:  She’d like to be able to retire from her life. She loves her job, but she wants to die living comfortably in the countryside somewhere. 

Layer 03: Thoughts

First Thoughts Waking Up: “Fuck over” 

What They Think About Most: Gemma? Think? Nah babe, that head’s as empty as a politician’s. She’s very impetuous. 

What They Think About Before Bed: Not much. She falls asleep fairly easily every night. 

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: Her impetuousness often goes in her favor. 

Layer 04: Either Or…

Single Or Group Dates: Single. 

To Be Loved Or Respected: Loved. 

Beauty Or Brains: Brains.

Dogs Or Cats: GIVE THEM TO HER

Layer 05: Do They…

Lie: Yeah, in her line of work it’s hard not to. 

Believe In Themselves:  Sure? She hasn’t fucked up too badly yet so 

Believe In Love:.  She’d like to, but whether or not it’ll come to her, she doesn’t know. 

Want Someone: Most days, yeah. She’s kind of a romantic.

Layer 06: Have They…

Been On Stage: No

Done Drugs: A few. She’s not a fan. 

Changed Who They Were To Fit In: No, she’s pretty stalwart in who she is. 

Layer 07: Whats Their…

Favourite Colours: Blue

Favourite Animal: Dragons. Dragons are so fucking cool. 

Favourite Book: She’s not a big reader, but she loves Varric’s cheesy shit. 

Favourite Game: She loves a good drinking game. 

Layer 08: Age- Also when I do Evie I’ll skip this since twins

Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: She doesn’t know. 

How old will they be: Again, doesn’t know. Early 30s she thinks. 

Layer 09: I…

I Love: the sky I Feel: tired I Hide: nothing I Miss: Asena, Orzammar I Wish: i had a pet dragon 

Madeira Cadash

Layer 01: The Outside

Eye Colour: Gold/yellow

Hair Style / Colour: Ashy grey cropped short 

Height: 4′8

Clothing Style: Whatever she can find. Often oversized, worn down clothes. She’s not fancy. 

Best Physical Feature:  Those lips though 

Layer 02: The Inside

Fears: Being alone

Guilty Pleasure: She likes sneaking out at night to drink with the lads 

Biggest Pet Peeve:  Unexpected, loud noises.

Ambitions For The Future:  Survive. She doesn’t have plans for anything 

Layer 03: Thoughts

First Thoughts Waking Up: “Who the fuck is bothering me?” 

What They Think About Most: Food, honestly. She loves to eat. 

What They Think About Before Bed: She likes to pretend she lives different lives. One night she’s a princess, another she’s a dashing thief, another she has an entire harem of people to love her. Just silly, fanciful ideations. 

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: She’s pretty funny when she wants to be 

Layer 04: Either Or…

Single Or Group Dates: Group. You can learn a lot about a person based on how they interact with others. 

To Be Loved Or Respected: Loved, but that’s also very scary for her. 

Beauty Or Brains: Brawns. She likes toughness. 

Dogs Or Cats: Dogs. The bigger the better. She loves mabaris especially because they can grow to be as tall as she is 

Layer 05: Do They…

Lie: When necessary. 

Believe In Themselves: Not really. She dislikes herself more than anything. 

Believe In Love:.  Nah. Love is just a daydream.

Want Someone: Frequently, yes. 

Layer 06: Have They…

Been On Stage: Yeah. She used to work in an acting troupe once upon a time. 

Done Drugs: Nope.

Changed Who They Were To Fit In: When necessary. 

Layer 07: Whats Their…

Favourite Colours: Red. 

Favourite Animal: Druffalos. 

Favourite Book: She likes books of a more..... questionable nature. If they have pictures, well all the better. 

Favourite Game: Wicked Grace. 

Layer 08: Age- Also when I do Evie I’ll skip this since twins

Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: The 21 of Matrinalis. 

How old will they be: 35 (the oldest of them all.) 

Layer 09: I…

I Love: my parents I Feel: bored I Hide: myself I Miss: home I Wish: i had some booze. 

#shut up becca #my ocs #my inquisitors #alena fanelis-lavellan #vikara lavellan #asena adaar #gemma cadash #madeira cadash

[gossamer-wings-and-teeth1138]

#becca draws #my ocs #alena fanelis lavellan

[kirstinetheartist]

Happy Dragon Age Day to the fandom that pulled me out of my creative lull and inspired me to grow again. I am so thankful for all the wonderful friends I’ve made & I can’t wait to see the future we have in store. 💙 I wish I could have drawn every single one of you, but I’m still proud of all I got done, especially with the flu. For every creator and their OC mention in this piece, check out the tags below! I can personally confirm that they are all truly magnificent. 💙

From left to right, top to bottom, we have:

1. @polycythemiav Marian Hawke

2. @midorimaddie Aerwynn Lavellan

3. @debgall Inquisitor Trevelyan

4. @reonerra Réonerra

5. @the-dreadful-canine Elizabeth Montes

6. @emerald-amidst-gold Fane Lavellan

7. @ashalle-art Ashalle

8. @Udon Art’s (Twitter, because the Tumblr @ isn’t working for some reason?) Eralen Lavellan

9. @whataboutbugs Syrillon Lavellan

10. @pikapeppa Tamaris Lavellan

11. @oxygenforthewicked Saeris Lavellan

12. @fiadhaisteach Fenorain Surana

13. @elbenherzart Nare Lavellan

14. @best-of-the-vein Karrie Cadash

15. @layalu June Trevelyan

16. @varric-tethras-editor Marin Lavellan

17. @palepinkycat Orfan

18. @hybrus Lin Lavellan

19. @blueheaded Flint Brosca

20. @shift-shaping Eirwen Surana

21. @AnnaHenriArt (Twitter) Haleir Lavellan

22. @dreadfutures Ixchel

23. @noire-pandora Elluin Lavellan

24. @kumaronoa Feyren Lavellan

25. @drag-on-age Gaelowen Lavellan

26. @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold Maria Cadash

Also! Several characters are referenced that I didn't have time to draw this year, unfortunately. :( Those would be the ones referenced in the letters Mellan is writing. In the fourth panel, they are @dumbassentity Astaari Adaar & @rosella-writes Virelan Lavellan. In the final panel, Mellan is also writing letters (ft. the Theodosian Dread Dog Delivery Service) to @ElvhenGoddess (Twitter) Britannia, @lunarshardss (Twitter) Lyric, and @gaysolavellan Kiernan. Thank you @unofficialdragonageday for organizing this each year!

#unofficial dragon age day #da day #dragon age day #dragon age #art #artist #lavellan #cadash #surana #Trevelyan #adaar #hawke #mellan lavellan #dai #da2 #dao #dragon age origins #dragon age inquisition #bioware #my art #brosca

[the-dreadful-canine]

I posted 1,573 times in 2021

277 posts created (18%)

1296 posts reblogged (82%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 4.7 posts.

I added 1,020 tags in 2021

#dragon age - 249 posts

#solas - 224 posts

#dragon age inquisition - 114 posts

#solavellan - 88 posts

#oc: elizabeth montes - 76 posts

#wip wednesday - 68 posts

#dai - 59 posts

#lavellan - 54 posts

#oc: fane lavellan - 51 posts

#mellan lavellan - 37 posts

Longest Tag: 131 characters

#these two. i love whatever is going on between them. the 🌟 chemistry 🌟 when they simply interact fills up the serotonin tank 😌💖

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Story time: Middle-aged dalish elf and former Inquisitor, who had Solas as his brother from another mother is on his way to kick some good sense into the old wolf's fluffy rear, because you don't abandon family, and he's going to save his brother from himself, even if he has to bring Solas back by the ears like a mabari.

Tempted to call this drawing done because my brain can't stand to look at it for not even one (1) second longer, but I'm determined to at least throw some colors before I give up on it >:v

59 notes • Posted 2021-05-27 23:57:54 GMT

#4

The truth is that with how fcking good game graphics are now, I am simply not going to ✨ survive ✨ the sight of 4K Solas striding in front of me 😫💖

125 notes • Posted 2021-09-04 14:58:57 GMT

#3

On my long list of things I'd love to see in the next Dragon Age

Gifting party members

"Press x button to hug/hold hands/smooch"

Day/night cycle

Proper calling out of Tevinter' shitty slavery system

Dwarf LI

The ability to blow up one (1) Chantry

A mage that won't betray me

135 notes • Posted 2021-07-22 14:23:24 GMT

#2

Blackwall has a dadbod going on under all that armor and I will take no constructive criticism on it.

He soft and very warm and makes a prime cuddle buddy, once you manage to corner and drag him for a nap.

193 notes • Posted 2021-08-05 14:13:48 GMT

#1

But who unflips Fen'Harel ears when they get stuck inside out. He's all alone.

247 notes • Posted 2021-08-04 00:10:37 GMT

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #and of course i never finished ferian's drawing #and just like the mutuals i too won't shut tf up about solas <3

[rosenfey]

— COMFORT CHARACTERS | ☀️💛☀️💛☀️💛☀️

tagged by @avallacch, thank you, saskia!

Okay so unsure if I understand the concept perfectly but for me, a comfort character is a character who fills me with warmth and joy when seeing or thinking abt them (and being me I think about them like... every single day); like if im feeling very down and on the verge of tears I look up my writing about them or just think of them and they help calm me down. When it comes to that, I don’t really have many of them??? Like all I can think of is:

John Seed /far cry 5

Albert Mason /red dead redemption 2

yes I have a type and it’s called ‘people who look like jonathan seed’

My OCs, namely:

Deborah Fawkes-Seed /far cry 5

Alethea Céleste /divinity original sin 2

Hazel de la Clair-Mason /red dead redemption 2

Evelin Evanett /night lands

Deren Evanett /night lands

Edwin Francois de Canta /night lands

Evan Black /night lands

Tereese Wild /night lands 

Honourable mentions — characters I still love dearly despite not thinking about them every day:

Molly O’Shea /red dead redemption 2

Fane /divinity original sin 2

John Hancock /fallout 4

Benny Gecko (yikes) /fallout: new vegas

Faith Seed /far cry 5

Tunon the Adjudicator /tyranny

J’zargo /tes v: skyrim

Solaire of Astora /dark souls

tagging, if they want to: @fantasmagoriam, @cryptcombat, @lavellane, @fillianore, @myrcella, @ciriofcintras, @chuckhansen, @arthrmorgann, @athurmorgan, @yennefre, @thalasians, @readceras and anybody else who wants to do it! :3

#ambie got tagged #c'est moi

[kunstpause-archive]

2019 Writer’s Round-Up

@elveny tagged me in this and I have an equally hard time calculating things like word counts. There was a time when I kept track of it almost religiously but that somehow stopped sometime in 2018. It’s especially useless when writing so many things together - there are chapters by now where I honestly can’t tell anymore who wrote what paragraph. Plus we edit each other... It’s hard! But I’ll try my best. 

tagging @curiousthimble​ @captainderyn​ @tishinada​ @illegiblewords​ @midnightprelude​ @anchanted-one​ @defira85​ and everyone of my followers who is a writer - I always forget someone bc of squirrel brain - please don’t feel excluded and feel free to tag me back

Word count

So this is going to be a bit of an estimate.

I saw from Julie’s post that we have written about 422821 words so far on our long fic - some of it is obsolete by now bc we re-did so much and some of it is in very early planning.

And apparently we’ve written another 134024 words for our DAI OT3 Adriene Hawke/Amara Lavellan/Iron Bull and for the Hawke Twins in Skyhold. We actually had a quite laid out plan for that story and I love what we have so farbut we changed soooo much in den DA2 story and went into different directions with basically all characters that we will have to redo most of this when the time comes... (A reason why we both promised ourselves to write more chronologically - we got tired of rewriting our own stuff constantly...)

On my own I did some AU stories (namely the coffee shop au (10k) to the DA2 story and a crime/spy au (currently 60k) which I have stopped posting bc I need to change something towards the very end and I kinda feel I need to redo more chapters before that slightly as well. It is almost finished though. I guess it has about 4-5k words missing and is on my to-do list for 2020).  I also re-wrote a part of my DAI story, We overcome the night. (Inquisitor/Iron Bull) which is basically a small prequel for that DAI story with elveny. (35k)

Then I started an swtor story that isn’t published yet that sits at 10k

And I dipped my toes into some Dos2 and FFXIV (the latter one isn’t really published yet, also it isn’t done.)

Together with prompts and the fictober bits and small things here or there I think the stuff that I wrote on my own sits at about 200.000 words, give or take. together with the shared stuff I’ve written somewhere between 450.000 and 500.000 words this year in total.

Number of smut scenes

I wanna say “not that many” but then I went an had a look... About 25 - not all of them published yet.And most of them are very story driven, there is only a handful for the smut itself.

New things I tried this year

I went into the realm of Coffee Shop AUs for our DA2 story. And I had loads of fun with it. A follow-up for the DAI characters and a sorta side story for my Warden/Leliana OTP from DAO is loosely planned. Elveny wrote a very sweet roomate au in the same setting. (We can’t even AU on our own!)

I tried out some horror and psychological stuff in our Fictober AU as well as wrote quite a few different characters for the first time.

And I went into totally new fandoms this year, namely Dos2 and FFXIV. Though especially with FFXIV it feels sorta like tip of the iceberg. I will definitely plan and write more for that.)

Favourite thing I wrote this year

This is really hard. Because I am really happy about several things. But a few that I am especially fond of:

This short fic about Fane from Dos2

This chapter from the Fictober AU where I went totally out of character from my own writing both style and topic wise

This little fan-fanfiction I wrote for @elveny ‘s Lyssa (again, experimenting with another style)

Favourite fic I read this year

Family is what you make of it by @elveny - It was so sweet an humorous - I adored every minute of it

The wrong Warden by @curiousthimble - I am still not caught up bc I had a period of about 3 months where I couldn’t concentrate on reading anything but I am more than halfway there and I love this story. The characterisations are so spot on and the dynamics between the characters are wonderful. Not to mention a really great and interesting OC

Moments in time by @captainderyn - LOTRO! One of my very original internet fandoms and her stories and ocs are so damn lovely! It was surprisingly easy to get quite invested into both her ocs - the one shots range from funny and fluffy to sad and there is so much feeling in it.

Stalemate by @illegiblewords - I did not see those feels coming. Especially not with such an absolute rarepair and in a way I never even considered before. Single-handily opened my eyes to an amazing dynamic and just made me yell at my screen with emotions.

Writing goals for 2020

So many... Finally finish the crime au thingy. Write more FFXIV stuff. Continue on Precipice of Change, potentially finish it. (Which will be hard bc I love this universe a lot.) Write the very intense Tranquil AU to that universe. (Parts of it exist already) Write more for DAO. Get better and or consistent with answering prompts. (They are usually so much fun but the right headspace... you know?) Experiment more with style. Write something that makes @elveny either laugh or cry - both fine by me.

Words of Thanks

The most important ones have to go to Julie/elveny - for being my constant writing companion, for being my best friend and overall one of the most amazing people that I know. You encourage me, you give me ideas and you take my own ideas and make them better and I am so happy you are in my life! To many more years together!

Thank you for all the amazing people who beta (or have beated) for me or us. @edencalder @knallbart @curiousthimble and @cornfedcryptid as of late

And special thanks to @anchanted-one for going over something for us and for always leaving encouraging comments and @captainderyn for the really heartfelt feedback

#Kunstpause writes stuff #writing meme #this was a very productive year #writing wise #long post

[emerald-amidst-gold]

WIP Wednesday

HOLY MOLY! It has been a HOT minute since I’ve posted something! Or been active at all really. *sprawls out on the ground* But I’M BACK, BABY! >:D

Seriously, though. I took a bit of a hiatus from writing and Tumblr so that I could start working on my mental health more. So far, we doing good! The wonder of therapy and medication! :3 And thanks to that, I finally got the energy and motivation to start writing again! 

A big thanks to anyone that’s tagged me over the last few months! I’ll have to go through everything when I have a little more time! <3

NOW. Ready for a sick!Solas~? Ready for...THE DRAGON?! Well, here you go! *slams down document and runs away cackling*

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The scent of floralled steam was what awoke Solas from his unintentional nap, his mind foggy from both congestion and light dreams. His body felt heavy, as if he were sinking into a pit of sand, and his eyes even more so. Even so, he forced his lids to open a crack, mind subconsciously calling for him to greet reality.

As the glow of light made itself known to his slumber veiled mind, he grimaced a bit. The view from where his head lay upon his pillow was blurry and hard to decipher. The satin and furs that adorned he and Fane's bed seemed to meld together to where they appeared almost one and the same. The flickering candles that hung about the walls and sat upon desk and table alike seemed as if they were all untamed yarrows, branched and spindly. It was, quite truthfully, beginning to make his head throb. So much for his nap...

Solas let his eyes fall shut once more with a heavy sigh, the Fade calling to his mind with promises of gentler sights, but despite the ache and the want, he shooed his general space of comfort away. Their bed chambers felt…still.

Too still.

Bothered, Solas blindly stretched out his arm out to the other side of the bed, seeking and searching for something, someone. However, when his hand met chilled, empty air and landed with a dull thump against barren sheets, his stomach dropped.

He was alone.

Solas hummed out in tired confusion, slowly sliding his hand up and down the length of the bed. All he felt was a cold, fur blanket, not a far more muscular arm than his or a far larger hand that had the tendency to entwine with his own within moments of contact. The absence of such routine had Solas’ brow furrowing, perplexed. Fane had been right next to him just before he fell asleep, whispering to him and massaging the back of his neck with a cool hand to help with the fever he had been fighting for the last several days.

But where had he gone now?

Solas hummed again, but it was more of a worried whimper this time. One that he couldn’t be bothered to feel embarrassment over. It wasn’t unlike his dragon to rise before him; Fane had a very irregular circadian rhythm, and oftentimes, he would be up well before the sun was. However, since becoming ill, the overprotective man had been quite clear about not leaving Solas’ side, even as he had told him over and over and over that he would be fine. So, what had changed? Fane’s sleeping habits were fickle, but his decisions were not. Only one way to find out, he supposed.

“Ma’isenatha?” Solas called out, but the volume at which he projected his usual endearment for the other was far lower than normal. He scowled, a sharp pang of pain lacing his throat. It felt as if a handful of needles had been poured down his esophagus. He had forgotten for a moment that he was, indeed, sick. Perhaps he should try sitting up, then? That would be the easiest way to confirm if Fane was in the room or not. Hopefully his body would understand that reasoning as well...

“Let us attempt to find a dragon, shall we?” Solas murmured to himself as he finally reopened his eyes, realizing that that would aid in his task as well. If there was one thing that Fane was, it was that he was incredibly easy to spot, crowd or no crowd. Having a lover with brilliant white hair and an uncommon build for an elf was a boon more times than not.

Even if said lover saw it as more of an inconvenience.

Solas couldn’t help but chuckle as he began to carefully sit up, remembering all the instances in which he had found Fane hiding from the machinations of either Vivienne or Josephine with a look of dread. His poor dragon wasn’t one for finery, but both the Enchanter and the Ambassador had been undeterred by snaps and growls. After all, many nobles were far worse when it came to such things, and they were more than amenable to wearing silk and brocade. Thus, his ancient, handsome dragon was the perfect target for those who lived for challenge.

With another fond chuckle, Solas shook his head with a somber smile. Such simpler times those days were, where the weight of duty felt distant and nearly avoidable. Sadly, he knew that that was just a pretty dream, a wish he could whisper, but never see granted...  

“Enough,” Solas chided himself softly, knowing full well that he must curb his melancholy before it choked. He lifted a hand, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his thumb and middle finger, “I will undo what I have done. Come what may.” He had to remain steadfast, resolute. This was his duty, his commitment, his mistake, and he would not abandon it.

No matter the outcome.

With his heart somewhat sated with those feelings of resolve, Solas resumed his original goal–finding a missing dragon. No doubt, Fane, if he caught him agonizing while ill, would pin him with a hard, but empathetic glare and say, “One problem at a time, my sky.”. And as he was prone to do, Solas would sigh and nod, knowing that what his dragon said was from a place of reason and care.

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How I’ve missed writing you, Solas~ *sighs fondly* 

I shall taaaaag! All of the following~!

@noire-pandora @oxygenforthewicked @fade-touched-shenanigans @little-lightning-lavellan @rosella-writes @redinkofshame @for-the-ninth 

And of course anyone else that would like to share something! No pressure! <3

#wip wednesday #wip #oc: fane lavellan #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #solas #solavellan #oh hey. look. solas agonizing. #AGONYYYYY #reap what you sow ma fen~~ #writing is still slow going but a little at a time is good enough for me! #enjoy friends! X'3

[coleheinous]

based on this poll by @star--nymph.

If Dragon Age: Dreadwolf takes place 8-10 years after Trespasser, would your Warden/Hawke/Inquisitor be a MILF/DILF/PILF?

I've got so many heroes of thedas that I just wanna make a post to answer that question for each of them. gonna put it under the cut so here we go.

Wardens

Belladonna Amell: Is both Aromantic and Asexual, and not interested in having kids. She'd be in her late 30's, and considers herself the hottest bitch in the room at all times, AILF (abomination i'd like to fuck)

Eden Amell: Is dead.

Tola Kader: Not interested in having kids, has warden shit to worry about. Would be in her mid 50's.

Oriel Mahariel: Had Kieran at 22 with Morrigan. Would be in his mid 40's, PILF.

Jelsi Brosca: Had Kieran with Morrigan when she was 25, but wasn't around to parent him. Would be in her late 40's. Technically a MILF but not in practice.

Adelaide Cousland: After she finds the cure for the blight, her and Alistair have 2 kids. Duncan Bryce Theirin, and 3 years later they have Eleanor Wynn Theirin. Would be in her early 40's, MILF.

Eloril Tabris: After finding a cure for the blight, retiring from the wardens, and marrying Leliana, they adopt an elven baby that they name Shartan. Eloril is fully focused on her role as Arl of Denerim, and Leliana is Divine, so he's one of the most protected babies in Thedas. Would be in her late 40's, MILF.

Champions

Easter Hawke: Her and Fenris have their 3 children by this point, none of them were planned. Their oldest is Bethany, and they have twins 4 years later, Malcolm and Maurevar. Would be in her mid 40's. MILF.

Fiona Hawke: Her and Anders don't have any children together. Would be in her mid 40's.

Holly: Her and Merril adopt a pair of elven twins, orphaned by the mage-templar conflict; Nesrin and Cessida Sabrae-Hawke, a boy and a girl. Would be in her mid 40's, MILF.

Malcolm Hawke JR: Him and Fenris have no children. Would be in his mid 40's.

Jeannie Hawke: Her and Isabela have no children together. Would be in her mid 40's.

Theodore: Him and Anders end up taking in a young vashoth boy named Amaar Hawke. Would be in his mid 40's, DILF.

Inquisitors

Niara Lavellan: Has no children, would be in her mid 40's.

Fane Lavellan: Her and Sera have 1 child, a boy named Llorin. Would be in her mid 30's, MILF.

Ezra Trevelyan: He and Dorian have no kids. Would be in his Early 40's.

Sumeyye Adaar: Her and Thom have no kids. Would be in her mid 50's.

Celene Trevelyan: Her and Josephine have no kids. Would be in her late 40's.

Von Cadash: Him and Bull have no kids, and have no desire to have kids. Would be in his late 40's.

Minerva Morgan: Her and Krem have 1 kid, a girl named Lucidia. Would be in her late 30's, MILF.

#dragon age #cole talks #coles ocs #oc: belladonna amell #oc: eden amell #oc: tola kader #oc: oriel mahariel #oc: jelsi brosca #oc: adelaide cousland #oc: eloril tabris #oc: easter hawke #oc: fiona hawke #oc: holly hawke #oc: malcolm hawke jr #oc: jeannie hawke #oc: theodore hawke #oc: niara lavellan #oc: fane lavellan #oc: ezra trevelyan #oc: sumeyye adaar #oc: celene trevelyan #oc: von cadash #oc: minerva morgan

[emerald-amidst-gold]

WIP Wednesday

Another week, another Wednesday! Let’s goooooo! >:D

Thank you @oxygenforthewicked for the tag! I greatly appreciate it! <3

Would anyone like a helping of Female!Fane? Well, here you are! (I can’t remember if I shared this already, but I do know that I went back and edited some parts. So, it may be different in some areas!)

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Silence permeated the meager space between them, the only sound that of the mountain outside and the ambiance of their quiet breathing on the inside. Fane felt her grip loosen upon Solas, retracting her hands slowly and fisting them between the junction of her legs–hiding them. The right to touch, to hold, to love wasn’t her’s to have–it never was and it never should be. However, Solas’ own touch never wavered, continuing to caress, to care, to revere and it had new tears threatening to breach. It was just like before Adamant. She could look, she could dream, she could hope, but never would any of it bear fruit.

Selfish, Fane squeezed her eyes shut, feeling Solas’ hand move upon her face, lifting and taking flight. Her body tensed, braced itself for punishment. One word repeated within the halls of her mind, blackening it as its letters materialized. Selfish, selfish, selfish, self–!

Darkness dissipated in a blink, painful words torn to shreds as light and warmth blossomed upon her forehead. Fane recognized the touch, the type that it was, and her eyes blew wide, her hands twitching from where she had them firmly buried. No, no, no, no! She couldn’t touch, couldn’t hope! Not after what she had said, divulged, unveiled! Hurt was to be what followed, not love, not continued loyalty! She had betrayed the sky, and she knew how betrayal was responded to by it! This was–!

“S–Solas…” Fane said the other’s name, shakily, quietly, hesitantly and all she received was another kiss. It was placed upon the space between her brow, making her shiver, making her draw back a bit, but two arms kept her in place, kept her from flying off. “Solas, wait, I–”

“Hush, ma’isenatha,” Solas murmured against her brow softly, “Allow me to emphasize through action what I cannot through words.”  

Lips left her brow, but only to land upon the bridge of her nose, kissing it tenderly, softly and it had Fane sighing airily and shivering despite the conflicting emotions coursing through her mind and body. She didn’t understand. She didn’t understand why. Why was the sky kissing her?

Why was it accepting her instead of shoving her away and barring her from its expanse?

Another kiss was given, landing upon the upper expanse of her cheek. The gesture upon that spot was repeated several times in several different fashions. Soft, holding acceptance and adoration. Firm, vocalizing determination and a desperate want for her to understand. Both, each alternating with the same messages until one of her hands, unknowing to her softened, hazy mind, crept from the prison she had sentenced it to and found its way to the face peering down at her with every ounce of tender love possible. The kisses stopped when her palm lay flush, but the sky didn’t inch away, didn’t give her a breadth of space. Instead, a forehead rested upon her own and already tight arms embraced her tighter, pinching at scars, but the pain was distant as only blissful warmth enveloped her.

Fane gazed into lightly lavender tinted orbs, delicately biting into her bottom lip as she did so, but not enough to not speak, “Why did you…?”

Solas smiled softly. “To show that you are far from selfish,” he said tenderly. The face in her hand tilted, leaning into the palm more readily, without an ounce of shame. “If you were any of what you say, you would have taken. Yet, you did not. You never take more than what is offered, vhenan, even if perhaps you should."

Her brow furrowed, eyes flitting about a bit upon the mage’s expression. “What do you–?”

The mage only shook his head, cheek rubbing against her palm softly as he did. Blue-lavender orbs fixed themselves upon her, unguarded, open. Fane sucked in a quiet breath, unable to stop herself as she leaned in and up to look into, to listen to the conversation of color before her. Obviously, it wasn’t as if she could read the other’s thoughts, but she could see how he felt and it was anything but betrayed or angry.

That…that made her relieved.

As if that emotion showed upon her face, Solas’ eyes grew softer, the angles of his face went lax and pleased, and he brought her closer.

And she went, any and all resistance gone from her muscles. The sky wasn't lost to her...

“Selfishness is not an obscene trait, Fane,” Solas murmured and Fane didn’t, and didn’t wish to, miss the way blue and lavender flitted downwards for a moment, contemplating, but deciding to be patient as they reconnected with her rapt gaze. “...It is only when done in excess that it becomes so. Displaying how you feel or speaking of your troubles is not selfish; it is how you learn, grow. And that is precisely what you’re doing. Never feel as if you cannot rely upon me because you think I will see you as less,” A quiet voice dropped another octave, sending shivers down her spine and heat to the tips of her ears, “As I will always believe you to be more.”

Another tender smile blessed Fane’s sight after that, making her inch closer, making her brush their noses together and their eyes go hooded at almost the exact same moment. She…wasn’t selfish? She could touch, she could reach out, she could express what she believed, she could want? It didn’t make sense to her mind, even though in the depths of her heart, her soul it did. She could be more, but still be less than the world…

Fane let out a tiny sigh and gently let her eyes flutter shut, blocking out a voice of adoration. She could still feel Solas' gaze, still hear it, but she needed a moment. Some dragon she was. If her kin could see her conflict now, they would most likely huff and snort, but maybe, just maybe, they would look on with serenity, unsurprised that one of them had crossed the boundary and survived. She could only hope and dream that that would be how they'd look at her...

“...You’d think, after centuries of watching the Elvhen and the Evanuris, that I would understand the definition of ‘selfish’,” Fane let out a minorly self-deprecating chuckle before reopening her eyes and letting them drift back up to the sky watching over her with a warm smile, “But, I suppose, like so many other things regarding immortals and mortals alike, it’s beyond me to truly know everything about them. How typical...” Pride would ultimately be her undoing, wouldn’t it? Like so long ago...

Solas chuckled, “Would you truly wish to have that kind of power, ma’isenatha?” An arm unraveled itself from around her shoulders, but only so the hand attached could come up and brush a bit of errant hand from her face. Her expression pinched, honing her gaze into a weak glare, but the mage only stared at her with fondness, no fear as he continued. “Would you wish to delve into the minds of others without consent, peruse over their deepest thoughts all in a bid to understand? Or, would you rather be in the dark until they ushered you in with a lamp and a willing hand?”

Fane blinked before her brow furrowed. “Of course I want it to be that person’s choice. What kind of question even is that?”

Did she want to–of course not! She was a dragon; she couldn’t have that kind of sway and by anything that was holy, she didn’t want to! Control over people, over their minds was exactly what she sought to abolish and prevent! No matter her personal feelings regarding mankind, elvenkind, or any race, she wanted them to be free from the shackles and chains wielded by those who felt it was their right to use them!  

Apparently her affirmation had pleased Solas a great deal, as he had that smug-ass look in his eyes, the look that said, ‘See? I told you.’. What was she being told in shards of lavender exactly? That she wasn’t a power-hungry bitch that found joy in pulling the strings and watching the fires consume a world-sized stage? That she wanted the people to take an interest in fortifying, securing, and protecting their lands, their identities rather than rely upon her strength and her influence that she knew and rejoiced was short-term? That she sought to break the yoke that institutions like the Chantry had tied firmly around the masses necks, leading them about, choking them, yanking them along until they believed they wished to go willingly? That she wasn’t self–!

Oh.

Fane’s mind came to a stuttering stop, like wagon wheels upon a rocky path. Her lips drew into a line and she could feel her cheeks flush. She understood why Solas looked so proud of himself now; he had weaved his web of words and caught her in the midst of them.

It would appear that a wolf had become a spider this time.

“Do you see now?” Solas spoke up, having taken her silence and flustered disposition as grounds to proceed. Which…they were, but the fact that he was familiar with the indication made Fane’s cheeks blaze. Damn it all, she was probably as red as the fire!

“Mm,” Fane hummed out her response, nodding tersely once. Oh, she understood. She understood terribly well, and despite her embarrassment, it was…what she needed to hear. The battle of duality was a tricky one, but having a tactician at her side, to help her, to teach her, and to guide her, made it seem like one she could cut through with ease. They were good for each other in that way; always right beside and never too far behind, aiding and supporting with equal parts harshness and tenderness.

“Good,” Solas said, lips placing themselves tenderly against her hairline to offer a chaste kiss before they pulled away to hold a small smile. Blue and lavender regarded her calmly, and she regarded them just the same. She felt better–much better. “Now, come. I think it best we remove ourselves from the floor.”

Fane blinked, confusion taking hold before she let her gaze flit from side to side. It landed upon stone, upon threaded rugs, upon lower parts of furniture, and finally, their bent knees that were flush with both of those things. Oh. Right. She had fallen...

Heat traveled downwards to her neck as that truth dawned on her, “Ah, shit,” she cursed and wasted no time in redirecting a glare upwards when a chuckle pricked her drums, “What? I forgot! Why is that always so hilarious to you?!”

Solas hummed, appearing infuriatingly pleased at her flustered state as he let her body finally go and began to rise with all the grace she had long observed him having. “I haven’t a single idea what you’re hinting towards, vhenan,” he said, calm, but Fane could hear the smugness underneath that facade. Ohh, this elf, this wolf, this blue harboring, lavender bearing trickster! She–she–!

…She adored him.

A heavy, cooling sigh passed her lips before a small, but fond smile pulled at the corners of them. What was she getting worked up over? This is how it always was, and she would never wish for it to be anything less. Solas just…had that effect on her and apparently, so did she to him. Whatever lessened the weight of his burdens was worth any form of exasperation born from teasing…

Though, she wouldn’t let her wolf completely off the hook. Retribution was still a requirement, and doubly so for a dragon tasked with delivering various versions of it. Especially when the crime was poking said dragon. He never learned, did he?

“You’re an ass, you know that?” Fane said with a tiny smile. It was a comment made in jest and blue melding with faint lavender told her it was taken as such. “How many times are you going to insist on pressing into a dragon’s maw?”

“The only dragon I insist upon ‘pressing’ is before me, and I know she will not deign to flash her fangs and snap from actions and words she knows are harmless,” the mage retorted with a knowing smirk, standing over her, but looking down with a casual air, rather than an authoritative one.

Fane tilted her head, the ends of her hair tickling a shoulder. “And what if she does choose to bite? What then?”

Solas’ eyes went hooded upon her, blue shaded, gray casting a soft haze over it, “Then, I will have deserved it,” he said, tender and assured, but somehow sorrowful before reaching a hand out towards her; a silent offer of assistance.  

Fane stared into deepened steel, piecing together the emotions shown to her, feeling the absolute confidence that shone behind every perceptible hue. The sky put her on a pedestal most high, but not to revere. Solas respected her, trusted her, realized her nature, and knew that if she ever turned on him, it was either because she was lost or because he was lost. The thought of that happening unnerved her, but nothing like that would happen. As long as they continued down the crimson soaked path, heads held high, hearts heavy, and goals assured, they would never stray from the original purpose for venturing onto it. Humility, not pride, would be what kept them grounded.

“You’ll never be greeted with my fangs, my sky,” Fane whispered, heart feeling unfathomably full as a look of longing coated the confident orbs staring down at her, “Even if I become lost, give into the beast deep within my soul again, I will never lash out at you.” Her eyes shifted a bit, turning down and her voice grew quieter. “I know it’s foolish to promise such a thing, but that’s how I feel,” She looked back up, feeling resolve course through her as her brow furrowed. “And I won’t turn my back on how I feel, on you. Not ever again.”  

Blue and grey shook mildly upon her, Solas looking down at her with widened eyes, just like he had on that dreadful, ash-caked night that was Haven, and it made her smile calmly. All the sky wanted, all it had ever wanted, was to be trusted and to have that trust returned without ulterior motive. Fane would give all of the loyalty, devotion, miniscule faith, and trust she had to it because it had always given it to her, and that would never change, never dissolve. The sky was hers and she, its dragon. That was a law forever embroidered in time’s eternal tapestry…

And it only became unraveled when its weavers hands refused to go on, golden threads and the painful indents they could sometimes cause, proving to be too much. She and Solas, she knew, weren't afraid of pain or sorrow or anger, even knowing each was capable of tearing their work apart. They would weave. They would pause and take a breath if a stitch proved too tight. For when they wove the last tassel, smoothed out the final wrinkle, there would be a future displayed before them, and that was worth any amount of hardship.

Any.

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Aren’t they just the softest creatures? *sighs dreamily* 

Tagging: @noire-pandora @redinkofshame @fade-touched-shenanigans @little-lightning-lavellan @dreadfutures @rosella-writes @for-the-ninth and anyone else that’d like to share! <3

#wip wednesday #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #my writing #oc: fane lavellan #solas #solavellan #*pats both solas and fane on the head* these can fit so much SAP into them! #they love each very very VERYYYYY much if you can't tell X'D #fane's always worried about being selfish and solas is just like 'you are the far less selfish than many in this world' #i love them your honor ;3;

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WIP Wednesday

Hello, friends! Happy Wednesday! I hope you all are having a good one! :D

I have a tiny, tiny piece for everyone today! It was something I had pop into my mind while I work, so I jotted it down to work on as I please! X3

Thank you @for-the-ninth and @little-lightning-lavellan for the tags! <3

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Mornings–an instance in time in which the moon made way for its celestial sibling, allowing them to herald the beginning of a new day with a bright, warm glow rather than a cool, pale one. The world always awoke with that light whereas the moon's own bade it sleep.

Speckled midnight gave way to an array of pink and orange, the sky brightening, the mountains becoming solid rather than shadow. Still silence broke from the shout of golden rays, birds, deer, bears, all manner of creatures rising as the sun did, no longer blinded by the darkness of night or threatened by what lurked during its embrace.

Mornings–they were natural, expected. Many people enjoyed them, many people groaned and grumbled when forced to accept them, but for the longest time Fane dreaded them. He dreaded them as a soldier's mother dreaded to hear if their child had fallen or not.

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Short and sweet! I was just thinking about how Fane’s perceptions of mornings and overall, life change throughout Inquisition’s timeline. This is obviously just the beginning, but I like how it turned out. A lot of what happens helps shape Fane more and more, and he finds purpose in the tiniest of tasks. Hence why I envision him becoming Mr. Mellow once Trespasser’s timeline swings around. I mean, he’s still gruff and grumpy, but he’s more inclined to sigh at something he doesn’t like than fly off the handle. XD

Tagging: @oxygenforthewicked @noire-pandora @in-arlathan @fade-touched-shenanigans @dreadfutures @redinkofshame @varric-tethras-editor and anyone else that’d like to share something! :D

#wip wednesday #oc: fane lavellan #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #male lavellan #my writing #wip

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A sneaky peeky!

You know, it’s amazing what an extended break from writing can do for you!  It can be a little difficult to get the flow back, but sometimes, it actually helps get your thoughts to translate more clearly. So, here you are, lovelies! A teeny, tiny blurb of my favorite dragon and wolf! :D

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The moment Fane’s expression softened and a tiny sigh slipped past his lips, Solas knew he had won.

“...Okay.”

Solas blinked a bit. He had not been expecting a verbal affirmation, knowing how sensitive the topic of marking was for Fane, but its arrival made his heart quicken a few beats. Without really thinking, he reached up to cup an ivory cheek, his own growing warm whenever his dragon responded with a nuzzle and a kiss into his palm,

“Okay?” Solas whispered with a note of disbelief. It was not that he was doubting, but he wanted to be sure, to know this was what Fane desired as well. It would not be a one-sided decision. It would not.

Fane huffed out a laugh against his palm, nuzzling it once more. Two-toned eyes, the depths jade, the outer ring a brilliant gold, gazed down into his own with utter warmth and utter affection. The look made Solas feel…relieved, and his dragon’s next affirmation held the certainty he was seeking.

“If it’s what you really want, and you’re aware of the risks that go along with it, then…” His dragon’s eyes flickered downwards for a moment, the lids growing heavy as they fixed themselves upon where Solas could feel his pulse fluttering and his voice came forward once more, encased in the deepest of growls, “...I’ll make you mine. Gladly.”

Solas visibly shuddered at both Fane’s words and his voice. In fact, so visceral was the shiver of his spine that he found himself burrowing into his dragon’s front, face aflame and breath short. Fane’s arms wrapped around him immediately, pinning Solas’ form to his own with a tender squeeze. This was…dangerous, but Solas adored it. He had heard his dragon’s pitch and depth many times, but when it was soaked with desire, with want? Oh, that caused his mind to melt, his blood to spark. Not even the knowledge that this act would hurt deterred him. A darker side of him craved the pain, the implication.

And now, he would have it. Consent had been given. Now, all that was needed was initiation.

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This is actually a pretty big milestone in Fane and Solas’ relationship. And one that takes quite a while for them to get to because my dumb, dumb dragon is overprotective. *sighs fondly* 

#solavellan #m!solavellan #oc: fane lavellan #solas #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #wip #slow and steady we shall go~ #i'm learning to let the characters progress the narrative! :3 #it's harder than i thought lol #male lavellan #lavellan

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WIP Wednesday

Wednesday! :D ...Or, well, a little after Wednesday (for me at any rate! XD), but semantics! 

Thank you @noire-pandora and @for-the-ninth for the tags! <3

I’ve still been fighting a bit of writer’s block lately, so I decided to browse tumblr for some prompts! It’s been helping, but as my writing generally goes, it...morphed. X’D

Enjoy! >:D

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Today had been a…day. A very, very stressful sort of day. The type of day that left one, mortal or dragon, questioning their entire existence, asking why they continued to do what they do, and wishing to hide away until the next break of dawn. The type of day that had left the hinges of many doors loose, a myriad of allies at a loss, and the nobility that littered the halls like ants properly spooked. The type of that day where the only words used in conversation were ones filled with fire and ice; ones that burnt the mind and ones that chilled the heart.

That was the kind of day Fane was having–a very, very stressful sort of day. So stressful that he had had to…vacate, or rather, disappear into the forgotten halls of Skyhold. Normally, he could handle the weight of each day with only a few outbursts, slamming a door here and there, snapping sharply at his advisors only once or twice during a meeting due to their tiresome, circular arguments, only taking an hour break out on the battlements, but today he…

…He couldn’t. He couldn’t handle it. So, here he was–blessedly alone, surprisingly (or maybe it was unsurprisingly; he didn't care, to be honest.) unpursued. Solitude felt like such a hard thing to obtain anymore when it had always seemed like his only choice in the past. Did he wish for those days of hiding and fearing, of being reviled and scorned? No, never. Those days were painful and stressful in their own way. But he couldn’t deny he longed for room to breathe without offending, to think without being questioned, to speak without being branded a tyrant or a heretic of a religion he didn’t even fucking believe in…

He was a dragon–an ancient, ancient dragon who had merely yearned to see the sky again. That was all. Yet, here he was. Here he fucking was...

Fane was currently situated in one of the ‘quieter’ corridors of Skyhold, crouched down along the wall and massaging his temples in languid circles. He had discarded his belt and dagger, their subtle weight and tepid, metallic sounds becoming too much for him. Everything was too much right now. Sound, sight, smell, and touch–it was all too much. The corridor negated two of the four senses, but he was eternally stuck with the scent of the Fade and must, and the drag of his tunic and trousers. Better than all four, but still too much...

Fane heaved in a breath, letting his head fall into the crook of his knees. The sun was beginning to set, and usually he enjoyed the sunset, the gentle transition from blue to pinkish-orange, but not right now. He honestly wished it was night time right now.

“Just a few more hours…” Fane mumbled into his knees, absently carding a hand through his hair in an attempt to soothe himself. “Just a few more…”

A few more hours of duty, and he would be free. Free to rest, to be until the next day. Honestly, he was lucky he was able to get away as early as this. Usually he was tugged in every direction until the moon was half way in the sky, destined to greet the pillow and a very asleep Solas. It was times such as these that he was grateful for his tendency to run when things became too much. It was better than exploding on a wall or another person. Isolated, sure, but better than the alternative. A forgotten passage devoid of life was much better.

The area he was in...it was a passage that only he and Solas knew of, a passage they often used to get away from the world. It was in disrepair–the stone cracked in various spots, the mortar flaked to where bits of dust and debris floated about the air–but it was still stable, still private.

And it was one hallway that was far away from the eyes of those that would demand his attention. Fane couldn’t handle any more attention right now. He had already had to deal with Leliana and Cullen’s back and forth for the last hour and a half, and Josephine’s admiral, but futile attempts to mediate. If he had to listen to one more squabble about a fucking bridge repair, he was going to–

“Relax, relax…” Fane muttered to himself as he gave his hair a sharp yank, cutting off his train of thought before it could latch onto everything that had made him see red earlier. Fuck, his head was killing him. With a slow inhale, he took in a deep breath, holding it until his chest felt cold before slowly letting it out in a single, long huff. “...They’re back there, you’re right here. Alone. Away. Just think of something else…something else…”

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Fane’s too old for this shit, but I make him do it anyways. :>

Tagging (with no pressure and all the love~): @oxygenforthewicked @rosella-writes @redinkofshame @little-lightning-lavellan @fade-touched-shenanigans @dungeons-and-dragon-age 

#wip wednesday #my writing #oc: fane lavellan #male lavellan #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #my boy is just a grumpy old dragon who wants to lay in the sun on top of a snowy mountain #and i refuse to let him have that~ >:3 #....sorta. XD #i'm actually pretty proud of this so far! it turned out kind of nice! woo!